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bro, i miss you so much🥹 but on your last posts, i decide to send a request and my apologise if i did the wrong way of sending request !!!11!!1! 🫶🏼
😡💔🫂📖 with Stede Bonnet !!11!! anyways have great day/night, sweetie (´ω`) you can do other request or ignore this!!
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☆ You sent it perfectly, thank you! I'm so sorry for stopping writing so suddenly. I abused too much of my hyperfocus states I grew so tired I couldn't write anything. However this time I'll be taking things easy and healthy! Btw I love sharks!! 🦈💛 ☆
😡💔🫂📖 + Stede Bonnet
1k followers event: Send me 3/4 emojis and a character and I'll try to write something <3
-> Resume: Stede and Reader have a fight and Lucius steps in to solve everything before either of you dumbasses throw yourselves off to the sea because it seems like you two can't be apart for more than 5 minutes. 1.8k words (~7 min)
-> Tags: GN!Reader, First Mate Reader, Stede Bonnet x reader, Blackbeard didn't arrive at the Revenge here, Angst?? It doesn't feel like it, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Lucius should be paid for his therapy service. Talk it through my ass, Mr Bonnet.
-> Warnings: None
Please tell me if you see any mistake!
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The atmosphere is uncomfortable and the tension surrounding the galley could be cut with a knife. Nobody talked and everyone would slightly flinch at the sound of cluttering.
The fight you had previously had with captain Stede was heard in every bit of the ship and it had been so strange to see you both shouting at each other that everyone else were left petrified. And now? You were eating with the crew for the first time in months, with a frown on your face and handling the cutlery roughly, as if instead of stabbing some steak you were stabbing Stede.
Lunch went abnormally peacefully and without any argument and when everyone was finished you headed to were Roach was cleaning up the dishes and remains.
—Let me help you— You offered Roach as you took a plate and a sponge and started scrubbing. Roach only shrugged in response and stepped aside to give you more space.
As you were both working in silence, you were able to notice his ocasional side glances on your head and his sometimes hesitating breaths, as if he were deciding whether your situation actually was or was not none of his business. After a couple of minutes he sighed and decided to ask.
— Uh... you OK? That seemed like a pretty much intense argument. We expected you two to take out your swords and all.— He tried to brush it off with a bit of humor and a indifferent pitch but you caught that he wanted something. Maybe it was comforting you (something kind of odd knowing Roach's personality) or he was trying to get fuel for the crew's gossip. Your current mood didn't let you think of his intentions as friendly and so you glared at him and left the dishes in complete silence, leaving through the door right after.
What you didn't know was that a certain scribe had been intently watching the scene.
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As the day progressed the deck's atmosphere began losing its previous tension and recovered its usually cheerfulness. You grabbed a broom and decided to busy yourself with some sweeping.
— Now, spit it. What the hell happened with you both before?—
You rose your head to meet Lucius' eyes next to you. He was sitting on the deck's stairs with his hands supporting his head.
— It's none of your business, Lucius— you turned to leave when you heard him stand up.
—None of- None of my business?! Dear, you've been nothing like yourself since that fight. You both never even fight!— he approached you and put his hands on your shoulders to make you look at him.
—Remeber when you helped me when Pete and I fought? About all the corny things you told me?— You looked down at the memory of asking Lucius to recall every time he and Pete cuddled or how happy he made him —Let me help you this time—.
You accepted your fate and sat down with him in the stairs, where you hugged him tightly.
— I was just worried about the raids... Last time he got hurt and I was so scared and— You could already feel the tears building up and you hid your face in your hands. You could feel Lucius' hand on your back, doing soothing circles —I don't want to lose him, Luce! He gets so carried away he forgets about taking care of himself!—
— And... That's why you told him you would left and resign as his First Mate if he didn't stop raiding without thinking? —
—Yeah...— You sniffed and wiped off your tears with the back of your hand when you felt a thin object being put on your knee. You accepted the handkerchief with a sad smile and wiped your eyes properly.
Seeing your current state, Lucius abruptly stood up and offered you his hand.
— I'll go talk with him — He had a stern look that said that his opinion couldn't be changed because the decision had been already made.
You sighed in defeat and, accepting his hand, you stood up and shook off your clothes.
— Alright... But don't be too harsh, please—
Lucius smiled at your words and gave you a few pats in the back
— Definetly you're not the same y/n that was trying to stab a piece of meat during lunch — You looked at him tiredly, he hadn't answer your question. — Alright, I promise. I won't be too harsh with him. —
You smiled and he gave you one final hug before walking towards the Captain's cabin.
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Lucius didn't even bother to knock and bursted open the door to the cabin. Any pirate captain would response to that disrespectful behaviour with the amputation of a finger at least. Instead, captain Bonnet seemed so busy weeping and sobbing in his bed, in a nest made of blankets and cushions, that he didn't hear neither Lucius bursting the door open nor his next approach.
When he was right next to his captain blanket-cocoon and Stede was still unaware of his presence, he cleaned his throat to call for his attention.
— Uh... Captain? I need to talk to you —
Stede gave a visible and violent full body flinch at Lucius' words. He turned his head to the boy next to his bed and quickly tried to act as if he wasn't crying just a second ago, his face still all piffy and red.
— Good lords, Lucius, you startled me! —
He took off the blankets and stood up with a quick jump. — Well, what do you need? I hope it's important, boy! I'm quite busy at this moment —.
Lucius huffed and approached the sofa. He sat on one edge and patted the spot next to him. — I'm here to talk about your fight with your partner. Now, move your ass here because I'm going to set some things clear —. Lucius' tone didn't admit rejection and after hearing a loud gulp from Stede, he had his captain sitting next to him, fidgeting with the edges of his robe.
— What do you mean you want to talk about y/n...? Have you talked to them? — Stede was no longer able to hide his nervousness. Yeah, he had gotten angry because his dear y/n had threatened with leaving if he didn't take care. But, still, he loved them and thinking about them being sad because of the fight made his heart break. He hadn't wanted to get so angry.
— Yes, I've been talking to them — Lucius took a deep breath and interrupted his thoughts. — I can't believe it! — He pointed at his chest — You're the one that always presses the whole "talk it trough" on us but then, you transform into a sad dog after a misunderstanding with your partner! It's ridiculous! —
— Well, I'm aware that I certainly haven't behaved‐ —
— No! — Lucius grabbed one cushion that was laying around on the couch and shoved it into his captain's face — Look! I've got the cushion so it's my turn to talk. Now, listen to me. You have fought with someone who was worrying about your health and well-being, because you're the only one able to lead a raid after having been stabbed in your damn stomach! They take care of you, they worry about you and you get mad at them because of an obvious lie?! —
Stede felt silent. He knew he had made a mistake the moment he saw you running under the ship after that fight. He had felt horribly after and as the coward he was, the only thing he did was sleep. And drink. Both to forget that he hurt you.
Lucius dropped the pillow on Stede's knees and crossed his arms.
— You may speak now –.
— Lucius... — Stede hugged the pillow tightly. His glassy eyes didn't allow him to see Lucius clearly — I'm so sorry we fought- I don't want them to leave! I mean- not because of my mistakes. — Lucius gave a hum of approval as he inquired him to keep going. Stede sighed.
— I love them so much, Lucius. When the possibility of them leaving crossed my mind I got so scared I could only shout at them... I certainly wasn't acting rationally... I let myself get carried by the heat of the moment —
— Keep going — Stede sighed again and decided to maintain his eyes in a loose thread of the pillow instead of holding Lucius hard gaze.
— Neither shouldn't I have been so reckless. We don't need the raids at this moment in time and I understand y/n is as worried as my well-being as I am about theirs. I should have had their feelings into account. —
Lucius grinned in success and clapped excitedly.
— That's good! Yes, sir! Now, how do you feel —
— Miserable —.
— Well, lucky you! I'm sure a certain someone has been happy to hear all this lament of yours — Lucius gave Stede a light punch in his shoulder that Stede answered with a instant "ow". He turned towards the cabin door and waved.
— I know you're there, y/n. You can come out now! —
You peeked out from behind the door and the moment Stede saw you he stood up a headed towards you.
— Oh, dear... — He dropped the cushion at the sight of your glassy eyes, not caring if he was already crying, and took hold of both of your hands.
— I am so sorry, y/n. I mean it. I am so sorry I hurt you. Please, I can't bear being apart from you knowing it was me who hurt you. Please, forgive me. I- —. You cut his spiraling of guilt with a tight embrace.
— Of course I forgive you, you silly —. You pulled apart to take his face in your hands — I shouldn't have said that I would leave. You know I wouldn't, I love you —
— Oh, dear. I love you too —. He hugged you again and you could smell the vanilla scent of his hair.
— Well, then. I'll let you two lovebirds to it. No need to thank me I see! — You heard Lucius' fake offended tone but before either of you could thank him, he dissapeared behind the door.
— He's quite a mediator... —. You giggled at Stede's thoughtful expression and hugged him again.
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That night you picked out the book for the night reading. You fell asleep quickly, leaned on Stede's side. A soft blanket covered you both and although tiredness didn't allow you to distinguish his words, you could feel the deep rumbling of his chest while he talked.
And next morning, you woke up next to him in the captain's cabin. He had his head on your chest and his arms encircled you. He snored softly as the golden light from the morning sun made his hair glow.
How could you leave?
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brwnicons · 11 months
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I'm briefly back from my hiatus to thank you all for 1000 followers!! As a thank you gift I will try to slowly get on writing again, but baby steps.
For example, how about you give me 3/4 emojis and a character from my roster (or a character from the fandoms I have in my pinned post) and I will try to write something small, whatever comes to my mind <3
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brwnicons · 1 year
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hes girlfriend material
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brwnicons · 1 year
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Hello! Tiny question about preferences at warning triggers. Do you prefer having them showed at the start of the fic or in the tags?
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brwnicons · 1 year
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Another Izzy blurb since the writing series Here Be Sirens got me obsessed with Izzy again. PLEASE READ IT !!!!
☆ I don't feel a strong romantic attraction towards people, maybe I don't feel it at all, but I DO enjoy admiring them. I love analyzing people, both their personality and their appearance, especially their faces. This is a completely normal, neurotypical, and totally not cringy admiration blurb dedicated to Izzy ☆
I think I could be staring at Israel for hours, studying every expression. I could sketch him every day, taking notes on how the light makes his frow shadow his eyes, how he ever so lightly squints when in a bright place, not wanting to seem weak but having his eyes hurt anyway.
I couldn't use him as a model if he were right in front of me since I couldn't even draw, needing to analyze every feature I'm able to observe.
I could hold his face in my hands and look at him for hours, not with the tension of wanting to kiss him but with deep curiosity and awe. I could caress his face ever so gently just to remember how his skin feels.
I'm not sure I could look him in the eyes for hours however I sure would study the color of his irises when he is looking somewhere else.
He would be suffering from my hugs all the time, God I could even just cry from empathy when hugging him. I just feel so sorry for him, for seeing him so hurt and desperate, I don't believe I could leave his side at all.
And as spooky as he may think it is, I just wouldn't be able to take my eyes from him.
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brwnicons · 1 year
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Otto x Male Reader
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☆ Hope you like it! Please, tell me if you find any mistake ☆
"God, Otto, how can you be so soft?" You groaned, your words muffled as your face was buried on his wide chest. It was like lying on a warm pillow that had its own heartbeats and that eventually raised or lowered.
He answered with a loud belly laugh, his body moving with it and so it was your face "Soft? You're laying beside a supervillain, boy. I don't think soft is a very accurate word."
You lifted your sight to look at him, raising an eyebrow as questioning his words
"Supervillain, right? Oh, I am so scared" You joked after you raised your hand to grasp a metal claw that happened to be passing next to you. You started to caress gently the metal pieces while looking into the doctor's eyes.
"For being so dangerous" you emphasized the adjetive with a dramatical hand gesture "You haven't harmed me once, why don't you hurt me right now? I've got your pretty evil tiny gripper right here". The claw chirped confused, first at you and then at the Otto, why would it hurt you?
He sighed, "How could I ever hurt you, my dear boy?" He allowed his proudness walls fall a little. Just for you, just because the comfort of the situation, comfort you helped him achieve. "You're the most precious thing I have"
Ah, what a pity that he noticed too soon how cheesy he was being.
"But... that doesn't mean I'm not able to do horrible things!" He excused himself, "I have terrorized thousands, I have made a hell out of their lives and I do not regret any of it! This city fears me, boy." He continued while slowly raising, his face getting closer and closer to your impassive one, his bare teeth exposed as a primal show of intimidation and his eyes were piercing yours with false rage.
You couldn't help it at his efforts and giggled soundly at how he tried to intimidate you; you had seen him in the most embarrassing situations, you had shared the cutest moments with him and, damn, you just saw him overestimulated under your body, turned into a shaky mess. "Easy there, scary man" you snickered while giving him little pats on his shoulder.
It was physically impossible for him to hurt you or for you to feel intimidated by him, you both knew it, but you just looved to mess around with him about it.
"Sorry, I just can't see you as evil, you're too cute!" you said between giggles, still caressing the claw, just to end up leaving a little peck on top of it.
Otto sighed heavily in defeat and laid back again, closing his eyes, but he didn't try to take the actuator out from your grasp. You lied beside him and looked sweetly in his eyes.
"You know, I still think you're a pretty intimidating supervillain" you said while hugging his claw gently as if it were some kind of plush.
He didn't respond, but you saw how his eyes softened.
He really didn't have had a good streak lately, spiderman always dismantling his plans or taking his hostages out of him without too much effort. In addition, his experiments were not going as planned and his lab was full of scattered scrap and broken gadgets because of his tantrums.
"Also, I think you're an amazing scientist"
"I know" he dryly answered, his brow slightly furrowing. You looked back at the claw between your hands "Sometimes I don't think you really do" you muttered softly.
He turned his head to you with a serious expression, watching how you peacefully traced the pieces of his metal limb. He remained silent but passed and arm around your shoulders, holding you closer. You silently accommodated your head on top of his chest, letting his hand caress your face while your arms still clasped his claw.
"Thanks, for everything" he finally whispered, closing his eyes and nuzzling into you, you smiled softly and reciprocated his gentle love.
"Uhm... I know you like my actuators but, please, let it go -I can feel them and you're really turning me on with all those pettings"
"Oops, sorry. My bad." you snorted as you let his artificial limb free, which chirped sadly but moved away from you to return with the others.
"Although can't believe you have energy for another round, old man"
He ignored your comment and only bothered to roll his eyes. You remained silent and after a few minutes of him playing with your hair and you drawing circles on his chest, an idea popped I your mind and you were eager to share it.
"So" you started hesitantly, breaking the silent atmosphere "You wanna eat out of something? Unless you already have a date with spiderman, or the lab, of course" you said without looking at him. "I think my plan of helping you relax has succeed, so I declare you a free man now."
"I guess I could take the entire day off, did you have something on mind?"
Your face light up and you were fast to nod at his question "Well, since I can't go to a restaurant with my dear boyfriend because he is the most wanted villain in all of the United States and he has, you know, four gigantic metallic claws on his back" You started, earning a roll of eyes and a frown of his brow, "what do you think about a roof date?" You finally looked at him, your eyes shining like little pleading suns.
He just couldn't resist that sight and you knew it too well. Also, he had to admit that it had been a while since you guys got out and the idea of relaxing with you on top of a skyscraper, covered by bright stars, laying on some soft blanket while eating something or just chatting was really something tempting.
"I like the idea. You can go get ready as I go to buy some food, any preference?"
You immediately jumped off the bed and glared at him. You poked his chest "Don't even think of crossing that door before I come back to pick you up, old man. This is your relaxing day and you're not allowed to set foot outside unless it's for a relaxing purpose."
He pinched the bridge of his nose in defeat as he sighed deeply. "Alright, just stop speaking so loud already, boy -you're going to give me a headache"
You giggled and softly kissed his nose before heading out of the bedroom, "I've left your favourite shampoo next to the shower! Also, clean clothes are folded above the drawers in the closet in case you want to use them!"
He muttered a low "thanks you" you weren't able to heard though he knew it wasn't necessary either.
It was only when Otto found himself alone on your shared bed that he felt the unpleasant sensation of a dry, sticky fluid between his legs and the before forgotten back pain. He pulled back the sheets with a disgusted face and headed to the bathroom. It was true, his favourite shampoo was laying on the sink along a yellow post it with a heart on it.
Otto took it off so it wouldn't get wet and made sure to keep it safe. He never said it but he loved your little notes, even the silly little ones with animal fun facts or terrible knock knock jokes.
He got into the shower and turned on the hot water, instantly relaxing and the contact it made with his sore skin. His claws chirped excited as they played with the drops and the soap and Otto finally felt fully peaceful at the lack of their usual, violent thoughts. Though, since he started his relationship with you, he had to admit that his actuators had calmed down and now they even had pretty thoughts about you.
However, he made sure to accept your suggestion and relaxed, trying his best to push the usual million thoughts he would have to the back of his mind. His body welcomed the sensation instantly.
After his shower he did as you said and looked in his closet, where he found the black turtleneck sweater and the dark pants he was wearing just before your...encounter. They were both clean and smelled as if cologne had been sprinkled on them. God, how long had you been awaken before him? He was getting embarrased just at the thought of you watching him sleep —something he was sure you had done more than a few times—.
He took the same sweater since he knew it was your favorite but chose another pair of pants. He wiped his small sunglasses before putting them on and made sure to give himself a quick comb. He even decided to give his actuators a little wipe so they could be all shiny and pretty.
All done! All he would need to do then was to wait for you in the living room, so he took a science magazine that was on the coffee table and gave it a look to kill some time.
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It wasn't long until you appeared in the front door, a wide grin painted on your face as you showed him bags of snacks.
"I'm here Otto- Oh! You really are stunning" You complimented when you saw his outfit as he got up and approached you. The red that crept to his cheeks because of the unexpected compliment making him even cuter.
"Thank you..." He scratched his neck, "Are you ready to leave?"
"In a minute, I still need to get dressed up all fancy for you", you giggled and winked at him as you let him pick the bags you were carrying, "Why don't you get some blankets meanwhile? I won't be long" and so, you rushed to your room without waiting for an answer.
With the help of his actuators, Otto gathered some blankets and waited for you to return. When you did, dressed up in your favourite outfit as a sweet smell of cologne left your clothes, Otto couldn't help but blush a dark red.
You giggled softly and kissed his cheek before extending your arm and offering it for him for take, just like an old, corny couple. And so, an actuator put on him his dark fedora, that could half-hid his blush too, and you took a jacket for the night's cold.
"Shall we?" Otto asked while opening the door as his actuators beeped and screeched excitedly around. You giggled at his manners and their difference with his actuators' personality and nodded at his question, already taking a step out of the house,
"Gladly".
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brwnicons · 1 year
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If you have a chance, maybe some Izzy with mutual pining/misunderstandings/hurt/comfort?
Reader has a crush on Izzy but they’re way too nervous to just admit it. Izzy likes them back but he’s certainly not going to do anything about it. So, while they work up the courage to confess their feelings, they’re just really sweet with Izzy. Little things like sitting with him and getting him coffee etc. In reader’s head, everything is going well but Izzy is *stressed*. In his mind there isn’t any reason for anyone to be nice to him unless they want something so he’s constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop and the reader to hold him to some task (and if reader is going this far then it must be something big) and trying not to get used to all the niceness since it’ll all disappear when they get whatever it is they want. Eventually reader gets the courage to confess and Izzy breaks, telling the reader they didn’t need to go so far, whatever they want, he would’ve done it anyways. He knows. He knows he’s not likable or anything but he can be useful. Just tell him what they need him to do and he’ll do it, no need to lie. The reader explains and comforts him and it’s cute???
I’m not feeling great and some Izzy hurt/comfort is always fun. Whether you decide to write it or not, anything you post makes my day! (´ ω `♡)
The perfect flavour of Izzy!
Unconditional Kindness:
The Revenge was a strange environment for Izzy Hands, he had never been on a ship like it, but he felt he had adjusted as much as he could. He didn’t feel like jumping overboard or skewering Bonnet every waking second, and he took that as a victory.
He hadn’t been close to any of the crew on the Queen Anne but he had some sort of rapport with them, he didn’t have that with Bonnet’s crew. At least he was fairly used to the hostility.
What he wasn’t used to was whatever you had started doing. Admittedly, Izzy was fonder of you than he was of most of the crew, at least you listened and got shit done. What he didn’t understand was how friendly you had been acting towards him. There was a difference between accepting him as part of the crew and whatever you were doing.
Of course, you were just trying to get a little closer to the grumpy but handsome first mate.
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Izzy was used to eating most of his meals alone since arriving on the Revenge, even when he ate in the galley with the crew he didn’t contribute to conversation. Apparently, you had noticed and decided to take advantage of it. 
You had started sitting next to him during meal times, determined to talk to him even if the conversation was short and mostly one sided. You would report on your chores, knowing that he would listen to that. You would ask him about his day during supper, every evening, even if you got the same response every time. You would even catch him up on some of the crew’s latest gossip, knowing that even if he didn’t respond, he was listening. 
You would offer to share your rations with him when you noticed he had taken less food than usual. Worried about whether he was taking care of himself, even if he just wasn’t that hungry that meal time, you would just make sure.
It was innocent enough, could easily be disguised as an attempt to be friendly, but something told Izzy there was more to it. Maybe if that was the only strange thing you did, he could ignore it, but in addition to everything else…Izzy couldn’t help but grow suspicious. 
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It had become routine at this point, you greeting him up on deck in the chilly morning air. You would press a mug of freshly brewed coffee into his hands with a smile and a ‘good morning, Mr Hands’.
The first time you did it, he had nearly poured the drink into the sea. None of the crew addressed him with that respect. Ivan and Fang would still address him as ‘boss’ but Bonnet’s crew called him by his first name or some mockery of it. Admittedly his first thought had been that you were playing some game, that you had done something to the coffee.
Izzy didn’t have that worry anymore. He still worried about your motivations and what you wanted from him, but he knew the coffee would be untainted.
He accepted the mug from you and took a sip, finding it to be exactly how he liked it, just like always, because of course you knew.
Your little gift of fresh coffee wasn’t just a morning thing. Whenever Izzy was on shift for the night, you would come up and hand him his mug with a ‘goodnight, Izzy’ before you headed to bed. You had to go out of your way for this, Izzy knew that. After Bonnet got done with telling the crew their nightly story, you would go down to the galley to prepare some fresh coffee, just so you could give it to him before you turned in for the night. 
Izzy didn’t understand it, why would you go out of your way to do anything for him? With each cup of coffee, Izzy wondered if you were getting a day closer to revealing the reason why, the catch.
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Roach would sometimes make desserts when he had the rations for it or when the captains requested one. He would always make enough for the whole crew (sometimes a little extra) but Izzy was hesitant to indulge himself. If he was to have a dessert it would be at the end of the day, once his duties are finished, and he’s done something deserving of even the slightest of rewards. The problem was that by that time, the rest of the crew had eaten what was leftover.
This stopped being a problem when you took notice of this. The first time it happened, Izzy had gone to the galley at the end of the day in search of a piece of Black Forest Cake that he had been looking forward to. Of course, he was disappointed but not surprised to find it nowhere in sight.
Then you had appeared with a smile on your face, insisting that you knew you would find him here. You disappeared behind the counter and rummaged around in one of the cabinets for a while before pulling out a plate with a bowl over whatever sat on it. You placed the plate in front of him and lifted the bowl, revealing a generous slice of chocolate cake.
You have been doing that ever since. Sneaking around and hiding away Roach’s delicacies for him later. Just because you knew he liked it. You even started saving your own serving until late at night, just so you could eat with him.
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Other kindnesses were less routine, like when you offered to cover a night shift for him…all because you thought he seemed tired and could use a break.
It had been a particularly long day. It had been a warm day but that didn’t mean there weren’t things to be done. It did mean, however, that the crew was even more argumentative and even less productive. After Izzy had tired of shouting and demanding jobs get done to no avail, he decided to just do the goddamn tasks himself. 
He had been so wound up in his frustrations with the rest of the crew he had failed to see that you had done your assigned chores throughout the day.
By the time he was supposed to start his night shift, he was exhausted. He figured that he would at least get to spend this time away from the rest of the crew, he might even be able to decompress a little before the sun rose.
When you wandered up to find him on the quarterdeck, he had expected you to hand him a coffee and bid him goodnight, as you usually did. He actually found himself a little disappointed when he realised you had nothing in your hands.
“Hey, Iz. Let me take watch tonight, you seem tired.” 
It was a kind offer, it would be if you had made it to any other crewmate anyway. Instead, Izzy found himself bristling. He could do his job perfectly fine. And when he had told you that, you had just nodded. 
“I can’t sleep. I would really like to take this watch. Can I swap mine with yours tonight?”
Izzy could see through the excuse, of course, he wasn’t stupid, but you were right. He was tired, too tired to argue with you. It would be night to sleep through the night. So, he let you take that night shift under the condition that he covered yours at the end of the week.
At least that kindness had gone repaid, you couldn’t hold that one against him. You traded shifts, you were even. But then there was the rest of your little kindnesses, gestures that he assumed you would one day demand payment for, friendliness that you would use to lull him into a false sense of security. 
Izzy realised he would miss your little kindnesses and your company once that day came.
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The most confusing thing you regularly do though, is defend him against the crew. He just couldn’t wrap his head around that one, couldn’t explain it as easily as the other things you did. Why would you go against the rest of the crew, disagree with your friends, risk them getting annoyed with you just to defend his honour? It didn’t make sense.
Sure, you never took pleasure in the nicknames that the crew delighted in calling him and you never mocked him (not to his face anyway, he couldn’t say for certain what you did when he wasn’t there). He appreciated these things about you, as trivial as they may be. However, not partaking in their mockery isn’t the same as condemning it.
Edward didn’t mock and tease like they did, but even he didn’t condemn it.
Yet, you always tutted when one of them called him Dizzy, Iggy, Spewer, or whatever else they came up with. Always elbowed Lucius in the ribs when you thought his usual teasing was turning mean. Always defended him when one of the crew was particularly bad tempered.
And afterwards, you would approach Izzy (when he was alone so that you didn’t embarrass him, he was sure) and apologise for them, tell him not to take them seriously. He used to scoff at you, tell you to fuck off, he doesn’t need comforting, but lately you had stopped being quite so apologetic, instead just giving him an apologetic look and spending some time with him. He enjoyed that more than fussing like he was a child. 
It was strangely nice to have somebody on his side. Ivan and Fang still treated him like their boss but didn’t defend him, but you did for some unfathomable reason. Probably just some attempt to get on his goodside, to further your plan for…well, whatever the fuck it was you wanted.
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You felt rather proud of yourself. Considering your inability to just tell the first mate how you felt about him, you thought things were going rather well. Izzy had started to really respond to you, seeming to relax when you were around, welcoming your presence. You really felt like you were making some progress and the thought of confessing your feelings didn’t feel quite as daunting.
However, Izzy’s mind was in a very different place. He was keeping himself up at night, wondering what you might want from him. You had been putting a lot of effort into loosening him up so whatever you wanted from him must have been something big. He’d do it, he knew he would, no matter what it was. 
The waiting was the worst part. The kindness was just cruel, though. Once you ask for what you want and he accepts the task, all of your kindness will disappear. He couldn’t let himself get used to it…it might just destroy him.
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The crew had just settled down for Stede’s nightly story when you snuck away, stopping by the galley on your way to the first mate’s cabin. You knew this was the perfect time, when the crew was distracted and you could speak to Izzy alone.
Izzy sighed when there was a knock on the door, wondering who would be disturbing him now. He was certain the crew was listening to one of Bonnet’s stories, and Edward wouldn’t knock before trying to let himself in. He stood from his desk and pulled the door open. 
“Hey, Izzy!” you smiled brightly, like you were just happy to see him. “Roach made muffins, I snuck some away for you.” Izzy stared at the plate in your hands, three muffins arranged neatly. 
“Thanks,” he muttered, taking the plate of muffins, unsure of what else to do. You didn’t normally bring the desserts to his cabin but it wasn’t too unusual, he supposed. 
“Can I…can I come in?” you asked, nerves slipping through, “I just want to talk to you about something.”
Izzy nodded before stepping to the side and letting you in. You smiled graciously as you entered his cabin, closing the door behind you. 
Izzy placed the plate down on his desk, taking a breath before turning back to you. This must be it, the catch was coming. You have come to his cabin because you have finally decided to ask him for whatever favour you had been baking up. That was why you were nervous, why you brought him a gift. 
You were here to pull the rug out from under him, to demand he do something in return for your kindness. 
“Can we sit?” you asked, gesturing to the bed. 
He nodded again, stiffly. You both sat on the edge of his cot.
He watches as you fidgeted with your hands. Placing them palm down against your thighs before curling your fingers into fists, then lacing your fingers together and folding your hands in your lap. Like you just couldn’t decide what to do with them.
You looked at him, your expression softened, and then you began to talk. 
“I just wanted to say that…that I know we haven’t always gotten along, that it took you a while to assimilate with the crew and it wasn’t easy for anyone but…but, well, I think you’re a great addition to the crew. You’re really good at what you do, you know, and…well, I’ve enjoyed getting to know you and I like being around you. So, what I’m trying to say is-”
“Stop it,” Izzy hated how strained his voice sounded. His hands had curled into white knuckled fists, his nails digging crescents into his palms. He knew because he was staring down at them, unable to look at you.
You paused, frowning. “...what?” 
“Please, just…stop,” Izzy closed his eyes, silently pleading that you would just get on with it. Drop this act and tell him what you want. 
“Izzy-”
“No, please, just…” Izzy squeezed his eyes shut before opening them, glancing sideways at you. It might have been pathetic, pleading, but he couldn’t take it any longer. “You don’t have to do this, okay. I’ll do it.”
“...do what?” you asked carefully, confused but somehow knowing this was important. 
“You didn’t need to try so hard, didn’t need to go this far. I…I would’ve done it, whatever it is. I would have done it anyway,” he admitted, as if you were meant to know what he was talking about. Whatever it was, it was clearly bothering him. 
“Izzy, I’m really not understanding. What do you think I want you to do?” 
“I don’t know!” Izzy snapped tiredly. You didn’t react, just waited for him to gather his thoughts and continue. “I don’t know because you won’t tell me, you just keep doing all this shit that doesn’t make any sense. I know I’m not likeable, never have been, but I’m useful. I know that, it’s okay, so just stop…whatever this is.” He didn’t sound angry despite his distress, more along the lines of…worried. 
“Izzy, you are likeable. You’re a little difficult to get close to, sure, really make people work for it, but it’s worth it. I think it’s worth it. I think you’re likeable,” you knew it was a slight risk but you slowly reached out and placed a hand over one of his closed fists.
“Just fucking stop.” Again, it sounded desperate, not angry. Even as he ripped his hand away from your touch. “You don’t need to lie, I can’t do that any more, alright? Just tell me what you need me to do and I’ll do it.”
A beat of silence passed as you took in his words, trying to make sense of them. 
“Alright, I…can I just make sure I’m getting this right?” you asked slowly and he nodded, more timid than you’ve ever seen him. “You think I’ve been…being nice to you because I want something from you?” 
Even though he still wasn’t looking at you, you saw his face scrunch up. “Yes, obviously.” He seemed to mean it but it looked like it pained him to say it out loud. 
It pained you too. “Izzy, I…no, no, that isn’t the case at all. Why do you think that?” 
“Because that’s the way things are,” Izzy shrugged. He said it almost as if it were something you should know, a common fact of life. “People don’t like me but I’m still useful to them. So, they play nice so they can ask for whatever they want, get me to do something for them.”
That was near enough his entire dynamic with Edward over the last few years. An ‘Izzy, I need you’ and then have him comply with his latest whim. Izzy could count the people he thought of as friends in his lifetime on one hand; Edward, Jackie, Jack (though questionable), and you (still to be determined). People didn’t like Izzy and he wasn’t a huge fan of them either, but people love what he can do for them. 
“I’m sorry that people have done that to you, it’s really shitty and nobody deserves to be used like that.” You wanted to reach for him again, to take hold of his hand, or engulf him in a hug but his last reaction made you think better of it. “I haven’t been lying or trying to convince you to do me a favour. I just happen to like you,” you wished it wasn’t so difficult for him to believe. He looked unconvinced, but at least he was looking at you now. 
“Izzy, I mean this in the nicest way. I wouldn’t go through so much effort to ask for a favour,” you weren’t sure how he would take that but he didn’t seem offended. “I just wanted to spend time with you, to do nice things for you, to maybe get a moment of your attention from time to time,” you admitted. 
“My attention?” His brow pinched in confusion. You wanted to kiss the tension away.
“Yeah. It’s kinda difficult, y’know. You don’t pay us much mind unless you’re trying to get us to do work, which I totally understand by the way, no hard feelings. I just…I like the snarky little comments you make during dinner and the little smiles you get when you have the first sip of some good coffee.” Izzy hoped he wasn’t imagining the genuine fondness in your voice, the care in the tiny smile that formed on your lips. “I just like you, Iz.” 
That made Izzy scoff. “What’s to like?”
“There’s plenty to like, Izzy. I promise,” you softly insisted, “and, I hope, you’ll let me show you that one day.”
If you were just working your way up to ask him for something, it would just be cruel at this point and Izzy had never thought of you as cruel. Maybe you could be telling the truth. 
“Why?” It was an honest question and your heart ached for him. 
“Because I’d like to, because I think you deserve it. I’d like you to see what I see,” you told him honestly. “That’s what I came to tell you.”
You had come here to put him to task, to end some sort of ruse, you just came here to…to tell him you cared? 
“That you like me?” Izzy knew he might be asking too many questions, making you explain too much, but he needed to make sure he was understanding this properly. 
“Yeah. Well, more than that, I suppose,” you nodded. It was now or never, so you took a breath and said what you had to say. “I’ve been a bit of a coward, could never say what I actually wanted to say. Told myself that I would march down here and just tell you. I have feelings for you Izzy and those feelings have only grown deeper as we’ve spent more time together lately.” 
“You’ve been…being nice to me because you…have feelings for me?” Such a simple concept and yet it seemed completely forgein to Izzy. 
“Yeah…not a completely insane thing to do,” you chuckled nervously. 
You were right, it was a normal thing to do. That’s how things worked on the Revenge, he supposed. “I’ve been…mean to you,” he mourned, dropping his gaze back to his lap. 
“No, Iz-” 
“Yes. I have,” Izzy insisted, but this time he didn’t pull his hand away when you placed yours over his. “You’ve been nothing but kind, wanting nothing in return, and I’ve been cold towards you. I just…I didn’t want to get used to it.”
“Used to what?” You sounded so sympathetic, your tone so soft and caring with him. 
“You being around. The kindness. Figured you would eventually ask for what you wanted and it would all stop and…and I didn’t want to miss it, to have it taken away,” he admitted, watching as you laced your fingers through his. 
“You won’t have to miss it. I won’t stop unless you want me too,” you promised. “Even if you don’t feel the same way about me, I like you and I care for you. If nothing else, I’d like for us to be friends. As long as you’re in my life.”
Izzy found himself smiling, truly believing your words. You weren’t asking for anything, not making demands, you wanted whatever he was willing to give and nothing more. 
“...I like you too,” Izzy confessed. Finding it surprisingly easily, at least by his standards. 
You smiled, giving his hand a small squeeze. “Good, I’m glad to hear it. And I’m sorry that I was making you worry.” 
“Not your fault,” Izzy mumbled, squeezing your hand back. 
“Still…I’m sorry,” you shrugged. Wanting him to know you meant it but not knowing better than to make a big deal out of it.
It was quiet for a moment but it was a comfortable quiet. You wanted to stay with him, just for a little longer, but felt like you needed some way to excuse it. “Stede is reading to the crew, I don’t want to disturb them in the middle of a story. Could I maybe just hang out here until they’re done?”
Izzy looked at you and smiled slightly, seeing right through what you were doing but appreciating it. “Yeah. Yeah, sure, I’d like that.”
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Do you do platonic x male readers? I have issues and see a bunch of characters as parental figures LMAO
Yes sir I do! We all need platonic comfort sometimes :-)
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Heyo ^^ could you do Jason, Brahms and Michael x M! reader who has Slavic parents and therefore has Slavic traditions like for example: in Slovakia, it's a tradition to pour water on women cuz it's supposed to make them more healthy and beautiful
Or Slashers seeing their s/o wearing a traditional clothing from that country where they were born(you can add other Slashers if you want to :D)
☆ HI I'M BACK I don't write for Michael yet but I hope you like these anyway! Sorfy for the delay, burnout blah blah blah. Enjoy! ☆
Slashers x Slavic!Reader
-> Summary: Reader's gender not specified, headcanons / scenarios, Platonic Relationship or Romantic Relationship. [though-I-added-the-water-part-and-you-said it-was-done-to-women-and-that's-not-very-gender-neutral-but-I-didn't-give-it-much importance-sorry]
-> Includes: Jason and Brahms (separately)
-> Triggers: None that I can recall!
Please tell me if you see any mistake
Jason
- Those traditions make you happy so he is eager to know everything about them.
- He takes little notes about the details he fears to forget so he can remember them and maybe research about them!
- Probably would be confused and even scared about the pouring water tradition since, you know...Aquaphobia. But I'm sure with enough time, teaching and a slow approaching he would embrace that tradition too!
- please don't pour water on him though
- Now about the traditional clothing, he is ecstatic about the various traditional clothing, their meanings and their uses!
- I headcanon Jason as a sewing lover, and so he would love to make you some accessories for your native dressings, even if their just a simple little necklace.
Brahms
- The first time he saw you in one of those dressings, he couldn't stop watching every fold, colour and detail it had! He is so intrigued about your culture and how different it is from his that he doesn't even know what to start asking <3
- The walleded boy here is a bit reluctant about new things but you're the best company he could ever wish for and so he'll do his best to understand your traditions
- He sure has lots of fine clothing and elegant suits / dresses in that house to match with yours!
- You can also try to search together for accessories or jewelry to add to your traditional outfits
- Make sure to bring him some traditional tales books so you can read them outloud to him!
- Brahms loves to learn and has an amazing memory so he would love to listen to your explanations
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Time to Panic {Stephen Strange X Reader}
Summary: You get shot while on a mission with the Avengers, Stephen hates what he sees when he gets there.
Warnings: Blood, gun wounds, passing out, hospitals. Please don't read if these make you uncomfortable!
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You always questioned how you got yourself into this sort of thing. You were currently holding yourself on one hand trying to stop the blood from the bullets that pierced your skin. One went through your shoulder and the other just above your right hip bone.
The pain you felt was unreal. You had been through a number of missions and fights even Thanos but besides loosing Stephen for five years, you had never felt this much pain.
A loud cry escaped you lips as you sat back on you knees unable to keep your body on top of your shot shoulder. That provoked a response from comms.
“Y/n, what happened!?”. That was Sam Wilson, who’s is also known as Captain America.
“Nothing, I’m fine”. You breathed out, taking a deep breaths. All the people you were fighting were down.
“She’s not fine, Sam! I have eyes on her, there’s a lot of blood”. That was Bucky Barnes, who was still in eyesight view of you.
“What?!”. Sam yelled. “Someone get her to the jet now, I’ll call Strange”. The others were talking in comms but you were in too much pain to listen anymore.
Dizziness and nausea hit you like a bus all at once and you had to close your eyes for a moment. Panic rose in your chest. What if this was it for you?
All you could feel was blood leaking out of your wounds. Down you arms and soaking your clothing right through.
You tried to take your mind off of it, being unable to move you need someone help. Your thoughts drifted to Stephen. The person you loved most in this world. You had just gotten him back to. Tears formed in your eyes as you thought about it, the panic rising in your throat making it feel like you couldn’t breathe.
Your vision gain black spots and your hearing began to go muffled and you let out a choked sob. Within a few seconds many people were calling your name but you fell backwards succumbing to the darkness.
Stephen Strange sat in your shared bedroom, reading a book on different spells. His phone had rang three different times already and it was starting to annoy him. It was from the same unknown number every time. When it finally stopped he blew out a breathe of relief only hear the familiar ringtone again.
The first time he had thought it was you since you’re the only one who ever calls him. But when it called another four times he was getting annoyed.
He picked up his phone answering the call. “Hello?”.
“Strange? It’s Sam, Sam Wilson”. Sam spoke nervously through the phone Stephen immediately put his book down.
“What happened?” Stephen asked. Sam was about to soak when your voice cried out in what seemed like pain. “Wilson, what happened to her?”.
“She’s been shot twice, elbow and waist. She’s currently in and out of consciousness, racing pulse”. Sam explained. Stephen felt his breath drink at Sam’s words. “We just got to the hospital. You should come as fast as possible”.
Stephen shook his head, trying to get the dreading feeling out of his chest. “I’m coming”. Stephen hung up the phone, he ran around your room looking for a sling ring to create a portal.
Soon as he found one he opened a portal to the hospital. When he walked in you were being rolled to surgery, was what he assumed. He quickly caught up with them. “I’m her husband, Stephen Strange”.
Stephen followed them, looking at you and the blood that stained your clothes made him worried. There was so much.
He grabbed your hand, telling you it was going to be okay. But he could only be with you for so long until a nurse held him back. “Sorry sir, you can’t go past here. Your wife is in good hands”. He told Stephen.
Stephe ripped him arm away from the nurse, emotions flooding through him and unreal speeds. Questions flooding through his mind, but most of all fear, the fear he had that you weren’t going to make it.
He sat in a chair in the waiting room, debating between telling him that he used to be a surgeon there or just waiting because he wasn't sure he could see you like that.
Stephen ran his hands down his face, his thoughts weren't stopping and it was driving him insane.
A good hour past before Stephen even looked up at any of the Avengers. They were surprised Stephen hadn't yelled at them yet. Even if you had come home with a bruise they heard a mouthful from Stephen.
They all kept glancing at him, he had a stoic look on his face, staring into nothing.
...
It wasn't until about three hours later when they heard about your condition. A nurse had called Stephen up, but as your husband. The Avengers were quite shocked to hear that the two of you were married.
"She's in recovery, Mr. Strange. We got both bullets out, we stopped the bleeding as well. She'll make a full recovery as long as she rest for the next month or so". The doctor said. "And I mean, like lying down for most of the day little to no walking especially for the first week. We're going to keep her overnight, but as long as nothing else happens she'll be able to go home tomorrow".
Stephen nodded his head. "Can I see her?". Stephen still knew a lot about the medical world, just because he no longer works there doesn't mean he doesn't remember the the years of work that he put into being a surgeon. He knew he would be able to see you, but he had to find out what room you would be in.
"Yes, room 405. She should be awake within the hour". The doctor said, turning away from Stephen. Stephen quickly made his way down the hallway ignoring the calls from the Avenger. He was very much angry, but he had to make sure that your were okay first.
...
When you gained consciousness again, you noticed a few things. One, the pain you had been in was minimized to a burning stinging feeling. Two, your hand was in someone else's. Lastly, you were in some sort of bed, feeling the plushness beneath you.
You opened you eyes, moving your head slightly to the side, wincing in pain. Your shoulder hurt horribly as you closed your eyes again.
"Take it easy, love". Your eyes shot open as you met the eyes of your husbands soft blue ones.
"Stephen". You breathed out, voice raspy. Stephen moved the hair out of your with his free hand, which was shaking a bit more than usual.
"I'm right, here". He told you, his thumb running soft circles on your hand. "I didn't think I would be visiting you here today".
"Me either". A small smile making its way to your face. "I'm sorry about everything". You whispered.
"None of this is your fault, at all". Stephen said, sitting up in the seat beside your bed. "I'm just glad you're alive".
"You saw me?". You asked Stephen, quickly. You tried to sit up, only to feel more pain shoot through your side. This got Stephen to his feet, gently pressing you back down.
“Relax, Y/n/n. Only for a few minutes before they brought you into surgery. You need to relax, it not god to be under so much stress”. Stephen told you.
You winced as you lie back down. Stephen pressed a long kiss to your forehead, making you take a breath. With your opposite arm you reached for his face, cupping it with your hand. Stephen leaned into it, you're touch reassuring that you were here, safe and okay.
Stephen kissed your palm, laying his hand over your own. You felt his hands shaking again. Something you recognized him to relate to fear or stress. He had fixed his problem for the most part, but you noticed certain things cause them to act up.
"Are you okay, honey?". You asked Stephen, worry setting itself in your eyes. Stephen shook his head at you, gently sitting at the edge of your bed.
"You're asking me if I'm okay when you're the one with the stitches?" He asked, incredulously. You shrugged, then let out a quiet yelp of pain. Stephen rubbed your leg gently with his hand.
"Stop thinking about everyone else. You need to rest, it important so you don't pop stitches or get any sort of infection from your wounds". Stephen told you. "And if that means I have to strap you down to our bed I will".
You let out a small laugh, wincing once again at the pain that burned through your side. You ran your hands over where the wound was, but all you could really feel was bandage.
Stephen took your hands away, holding them in his own and kissing your knuckles. You smiled at your husband and he gave you a small one back. "They're keeping your for the night, just to make sure your vitals are okay". Stephen put his hand on your pulse point in your wrist. "Then I can get to properly taking care of you".
You rolled your eyes. "You have better thing to do, Stephen. I can take care of myself".
Stephen gives you a very stern look. "More important than my wife, who was shot twice?". You bit you lip trying to hide your smile at Stephen's tone.
"You are a Master of the Mystic Arts". You replied smiling, unable to keep it off your face. Stephen scoffed at you.
"Yes, I am. But my wife is much more important. Besides, Wong can take care of everything for a bit". He said, standing up. You frowned, you thought he was going to leave.
You were wrong Stephen leaned down pressing his lips to yours. You one good hand made it way to the side of his face, holding him there. He broke away after a few moments. Stephen doesn't think he had ever been more scared in his life than when he got the call that you had gotten shot. Being able to hold you right now is the only thing that is grounding him.
You run you nail gently over the top of his stumble, earning a small moan from your husband. "I'm here Stephen, there no need to worry anymore".
He was convinced you could read his mind. He shook his head, pressing another quick kiss to your lips before he moved back to his chair. "You should rest, love".
"Can you stay with me?". You asked, panic making its way to your eyes quickly. You tried to sit up again, but Stephen was quick to keep you down. He ran his finger through your hair.
"I'll be here the whole time, love. I promise". He told you. "I'll be here when you wake up, okay?". You took a deep breath, feeling his fingers run through you hair, and nodded.
You closed your eyes, focusing on Stephen and that nothing else was going to happen. You were safe now.
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A/N: Hi! I'm sorry its been a few days since I posted, school has been crazy! I'm not sure how I feel about this, but it was fun writing, maybe I'll do a part two when the reader gets back to the sanctum? Let me know what you think :) Also my requests are open! Please request if their's a certain character you want to see! I hope you all have a great day and I'll see you in the next one!
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BAIZHU
- Baizhu x Male!Reader -> General headcanons, male reader, fluff, romantic relationship
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EDWARD TEACH // BLACKBEARD
- Ed x Stede x Pirate!Reader (poly)
- Ed & Stede x Young!Modern!Reader (Platonic)
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DILUC
- Diluc x Kid!Reader (Platonic) -> Kid!Reader falls asleep and their dad takes care of them
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THOMA
- Thoma x Kid!Reader (Platonic) -> Kid!Reader falls asleep and their dad takes care of them
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STEDE
- Ed x Stede x Pirate!Reader (poly)
- Ed & Stede x Young!Modern!Reader (Platonic)
- Stede x Reader -> Fluff, Soft Headcanons
- 😡💔🫂📖 + Stede Bonnet -> Fluff, Hurt/Comfort,
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MUSICAL!BEETLEJUICE
- Beetlejuice x FanReader
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brwnicons · 2 years
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Hi, I'm really sorry about the works being delayed and my constant inactivity. My mental health hasn't been the best lately and though I'm really trying to find inspiration and strength to create I just can't. Neither I can draw nor write, sorry :(
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