#i hope hes alright and well rn sending so much love to him

[ellecdc]

I'm sick rn so I wanted to know if you could do a little comfort fic of moonwater taking care of sick reader or something pls :)

awe so sorry you're unwell babes! hope you feel better soon <33

poly!moonwater x fem!reader who has the flu

Another shiver shook your frame even from your place burrowed deep beneath the thick duvet in your spare bedroom.

You’d woken up a little late this morning; Regulus needed to be in the office early for a meeting, and Remus had a meeting with his publisher, meaning you had been on your own. You felt awful, but ultimately hoped that as the day had continued, you might perk up a bit.

You did not perk up. In fact, you ended up spending so much time in the bathroom that your boss actually suggested you go home for the rest of the day.

Too poorly to feel as embarrassed as you probably ought to, you readily accepted and returned to yours, Regulus’, and Remus’ shared flat.

It took nearly all your effort to change out of your work clothes, change the bedding in your shared bedroom so that the boys wouldn’t have to sleep in your germs, and set yourself up in the guest room with a bucket just in case.

You’d slept on and off quite fitfully, waking up with a start when your fever induced brain concocted the most ridiculous nightmares to alert you to your sweaty and discomfited state. 

You were so poorly that you hadn’t even realized anyone was home until Regulus was standing in front of you like a creepy vampire watching you sleep.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Regulus.” You muttered, slapping your hand to your own chest as you tried catching your breath, which caused a small coughing fit.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Your boyfriend asked incredulously.

You groaned as you rolled back onto your side to face him.

“Hello, Regulus. It’s nice to see you.” You deadpanned.

Regulus huffed and dropped his briefcase.

“Hello, amour.” He deadpanned in return. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He asked again as he gently sat on the edge of the bed to place the back of his hand to your forehead, grimacing in response to your sweat or your fever, you weren’t sure. 

“I’m sick.”

Regulus made a pathetic cooing sound that was so contrary to his sharp demeanour made all the more severe in his smart work attire, it was almost comical. 

“Why didn’t you call me?”

You huffed at that. “So, what? So, you could come home and watch me barely sleep? I was fine.”

“Fine.” Regulus scoffed. “You don’t look fine, amour.”

“Words hurt, Reg.” You groaned as the pain behind your eyes grew.

Regulus made another cooing sound and stood.

You thought perhaps he was getting up to change or whatnot but opened your eyes to see him with his phone pressed to his ear.

“Regulus, what are you doing?” You demanded with all the sternness you could muster, which was not much at all in your current state.

“That’s enough out of you.” He muttered quietly as he brought his phone back to his ear.

“Hi love, how are you?” He spoke over your attempted rebuttal.

You could hear your other boyfriends’ low tones responding to Regulus from the other end of the line.

“Good. It went well, thank you. I just got home actually, Y/N’s already here; she’s quite poorly.”

Though you still couldn’t make out the words, Remus’ voice picked up in volume. 

“No, she didn’t tell me either.” Regulus commented, sending you a pointed glare.  

“Okay, yeah. Alright, we’ll see you soon. Yeah, love you too. Bye.” 

You groaned petulantly. “Why’d you do that? He doesn’t have to come home for me.”

“Maybe he’s coming home for me; ever consider that?” He snarked back, pushing some of your sweaty hairs away from your head to press a kiss to your head.

“You’re a furnace, amour. Is it safe for me to assume you haven’t taken any medication?”

He got his answer in the form of a guilty expression.

“Tu vas être ma mort. Tu as de la chance d'être si mignon.” He muttered as he left the room to change and gather some things for your flu. 

You came back into consciousness to the sound of Remus and Regulus speaking gently.

“I hate to wake her up, but she really should take something.”

“Has she eaten, though? She shouldn’t take anything on an empty stomach.”

“If that bucket is any indication, I doubt there’s anything in her stomach at all.”

“Can you guys go do your worrying elsewhere, please? I’m trying to die in peace.” You groaned, caused Remus to gasp and Regulus to scoff.

“Dovey! Oh, my poor girl. What happened? Are you okay?” Remus cooed, kneeling on the floor in front of you to start petting at your head.

“I’m okay.” You croaked.

“You’re a liar.” He responded; words pointed but expression loving.

“Do you think you can eat, amour?” Regulus interrupted. 

“I don’t want to.” You moaned.

“That’s not what I asked, love.”

Remus tsked at Regulus’ coldness and took your face in his hands.

“Dove, can you try? Please? For me.”

You groaned very petulantly but began sitting yourself upright nonetheless. 

You allowed Remus to position your pillows and arrange the tray Regulus had prepared for you on your lap, but you drew the line at him trying to spoon feed you the stew.  

“Did you wake up this poorly?” Regulus asked from the end of your bed.

“Sort of, but it got worse at work.”

The air was sucked out of the room as both men turned to look at you incredulously.

“You went to work?!” Regulus gawked.

“Why, dove?”

“Ma MORT, je le jure!” Regulus groaned exasperatedly. “Why didn’t you call us to pick you up?”

“And you took the time to change the bedding and move out of our room when you were like this?” Remus added.

You were beginning to feel embarrassingly teary as you put your spoon down and pushed the tray away from you.

“I didn’t want you guys to get catch this. I just... I was fine.” You sniffled and wiped at your eyes as the first tear fell.

Remus tsked again and rested his forehead against your temple, and you realized then how much cooler his forehead felt against yours. 

“Okay.” Regulus said quietly, picking up the tray from your lap and placing it on the dresser. “Can you take these for me, love? Fever reducers and anti-nausea for now; we’ll see how you feel in a few hours.”

He held the pills out to you in his palm and held a glass of water in the other. You hiccupped and sniffled before accepting both, handing him back the glass half full once you were done.

“Thank you.” Regulus whispered gently, kissing your forehead and bringing your tray to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry we scolded you, dovey.” Remus whispered into your cheek, causing new tears to fall. “We just worry; you know that, right?”

“Yeah.” You whimpered, and even you could tell it was sort of pathetic.

“Oh, my poor darling.” Remus cooed, standing from your side to climb in on the opposite side of the bed. 

“Don’t, Rem. I don’t want you to get sick.” You whined, though allowed your body to be pulled into his side.

“Tough.” He said simply, punctuating the sentiment with a kiss to your temple. “Then I’ll just get to call in sick too.”

You were sure the tears were mostly from exhaustion and discomfort, but you couldn’t seem to get them to stop.

“What’s the matter, hm?”

“I don’t feel good.” You whined.

“I know, babydove. I’m sorry.”

That’s how Regulus found you when he came back to the room; you crying into Remus’ shirt as he rubbed broad strokes up and down your back.

“Rem, we’re trying to bring her temperature down, love.” He admonished gently, though sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his own soothing strokes on your clammy arm. 

“You try denying this sweet girl her cuddles, Reg.” Remus responded.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before placing a cold wet cloth on your head. 

“I’m sorry you’re so poorly, amour. And I’m sorry if we made it worse.” He apologized. 

You quickly shook your head (which you immediately regretted as the nausea threatened to return). “You didn’t; you don’t.”

“I upset you though, I’m sorry. I’m too rough sometimes.” Regulus admitted, sounding almost as teary as you. Remus tsked and reached one of his hands over you to take Regulus’ hand.

“I know what you’re thinking, love, and you’re wrong.” Remus insisted. “And I know you’re wrong, because your parents wouldn’t have fussed over you at all when you were sick; so there’s no way you could be acting like them right now.”

The fact that Regulus had spent any amount of time worrying that he’d been too harsh with you, that he’d been at all like his awful parents caused your few tears to turn into true crying.

“I’m sorry Reggie.” You cried, turning to look at him. His brows furrowed dramatically, and he looked just as close to crying. “If you weren’t here; I’d be sitting in bed with no food, no medicine, no cloths, and no love.”

“Well, you maybe would have had some love.” Remus argued from your other side.

“I would’ve died.” You insisted.

One tear did fall from Regulus’ eye as he smiled sadly at you. “I just hate to see you so poorly, amour. You should always be happy and lovely.”

“I am. I’m better when you’re here.” You insisted.

“How dare you insinuate that our sweet darling girl could ever possibly be not lovely, Regulus. Absolute blasphemy.” Remus scolded, causing both you and Regulus to chuckle. 

“Terribly sorry, you two. I seem to have forgotten myself.” He laughed, turning the cloth over on your head and trailing his fingers down your jaw to massage at your neck. 

“Don’t let it happen again.” Remus instructed.

You fell asleep to the sound of Regulus promising that he wouldn’t. 

#ask elle #marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #remus lupin #regulus black #moonwater #moonseeker #remus x regulus #remus lupin x regulus black #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #poly!moonwater #poly!moonwater x reader #poly!moonwater x you #poly!moonseeker #poly!moonseeker x reader #poly!moonseeker x you #fluff #sick fic #fem!reader #hurt/comfort #ellecdc fics

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Hi idk if you’re taking requests rn but if you aren’t you can just ignore this but

Could you do the brothers with a gn s/o that is touch starved? Like they’re kinda tense and uncomfortable, but when someone gives them any physical affection they just melt. Also could you do it in order of who finds out 1st to last?

I hope this isn’t to bad. Have a good day/night :}

The Brothers With A Touch Starved MC

First of all, I'm so sorry Anon for how long it took for me to answer this. I wrote like half of it weeks ago and then completely forgot to finish, only picking up on it now ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ But yes, thank you so much for the request! <3

Asmodeus

• Asmo is definitely the first one to find out, because come on, this man is always being affectionate and touchy.

• It happens when you're in the kitchen getting some snacks for yourself. You were planning to watch a movie with Mammon, but he had cancelled it last minute saying he had been called for an important shoot.

• So you decide to just watch the movie alone, ready to leave the kitchen and hole up yourself in your room when Asmo shows up.

• He's holding up two different jackets and asking which one he should wear to the event he's going to. When you pick one, and he jumps with excitement, claiming he knew you'd chose that one because it really was the best option.

• In the heat of the moment he hugs you, ready to leave soon after. But then he notices how stiff you become the moment he hugs you, as if you weren't expecting his touch at all.

• You also look incredibly disappointed when he steps back, and he only giggles at first. "Aww, do you want more?" He teases, hugging you again.

• This time around is when he notices how serious the situation is, because the moment he hugs you you practically melt, your entire body relaxing to his touch.

• "Sweetie, why didn't you tell me you were feeling like this? You know I'm all for showering you with affection!"

• When you explain it's because not only him, but all the brothers have been busy lately and you didn't want to bother them, his heart sinks.

• He's so mad at himself and his brothers for not noticing any of this. And he will definitely send a message in the group chat later to scold all of them for it.

• "Alright, we're going to my room." "Wh– what about the event?" "That's not important right now, my darling is needy and I'm going to spoil them with love till they're sick of it! ♡"

Mammon

• Next up is Mams.

• He feels so guilty when he sees Asmo's message in the group chat explaining everything and does everything in his power to leave his shoot earlier so he can get to you.

• Comes barging into your room as soon as he gets home, makeup from the shoot still on his face. "Oi, you stupid human, why didn't ya tell us–"

• He stops himself immediately.

• "Wait. No, scratch that...! I-I'm sorry, I should've been payin' attention to this stuff. All of us should've noticed this… I'm real sorry, alright...?"

• You forgive him, knowing he didn't mean to make you feel this way.

• "So…about that movie you were talkin' about. You didn't watch it on your own, did ya?" "No, Asmo kind of interrupted that..." "Alright, good! 'Cause we're watchin' it now. And I'm not letting go of ya till it's done!"

Beelzebub & Belphegor

• The twins come to your room together that same night, each apologizing in their own words.

• Beel brings you your comfort food as a way to make up to you while Belphie himself had already started clinging to you, pulling you towards your bed.

• "Please tell us when you feel like this. No matter what we're doing, we'll drop everything and come to you, alright?" Beel assures you, hopping in bed to cling to your other side while Belphie is already burying his face on the crook of your neck.

• You nod and he smiles, pulling the covers over the three of you. "We love you more than anything in the world, MC..." Belphie mutters this time, bringing a smile to your face.

• "I love you all as well." You respond while getting more comfortable between the two. It's best sleep you've had ever in a good long while.

Leviathan

• Levi makes a point to apologize to you the next day, hugging you tight.

• "I'm sorry, I got into this new game lately and ended up shutting myself in my room again. I was expecting the others to keep you company and all, so I didn't think it was a big deal if I didn't show up for a few days…"

• He stays clinging to you, cleary feeling very guilty about the whole thing as well. "It's not an excuse though, I should've come to check up on you. I'm sorry, MC, I failed you… B-But I'm making up to you now, I promise!"

• Levi is now blushing, "W-We can play one of your favorite games together, or go out and do normie stuff like going on a date or something! A-Anything, I'll do anything, okay…?"

Satan

• He sends you a long text first, apologizing for not being present enough recently.

• And then invites you for a picnic date at the park, assuring you that he'll prepare everything himself as a way to make up to you.

• Everything is very beautifully done, and the food he prepared for the date is amazing as well. And he apologizes once again while you two are there, since he didn't feel like the text was enough.

• The date goes super well, and you two chat together while eating his amazing cooking.

• "You're never a bother, alright?" He reassures you as you two pull away from a kiss. "No matter how busy I am, please know that I'd never be mad at you for reaching out. You're my partner, and I love you, so don't go thinking I'd ever be upset at you for wanting something as simple as spending more time with me."

Lucifer

• It's night when you hear him call your name from the other side of the door, letting him know he can come in.

• Lucifer opens up a smile as soon as he sees you studying at your desk. "I hope I didn't kept you waiting for too long?" He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, "Allow me to say this, I'm so terribly sorry. I was so busy with work that I forgot to check on how you were doing."

• He sighs apologetically. His later smile however is a soft one as he hands you a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

• "I'm free for the rest of the day, so what do you say we got out for a while? We can have dinner together, and I'll shower you with all the affection you've been missing the past few days."

#this was my first time doing a requestttt #did I do well...? #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #omswd #obey me #asks and requests ～⁠♡ #☙ no creativity for names ✾

[ravisinghs-wife]

Hii!

Could you please do Aaron Warner x reader dating post? cause I live for that man.



Aaron warner x gn!reader

warnings: ooc!Aaron (?), I changed the timeline and a tiny bit of the plot from unravel me, my poor attempt at writing anything besides headcanon, cringe writing, mention of being drugged, being shot, curse words

word count: 1.6k +

notes to the reader: reader's gift is to make people believe and do everything they say. reader has been at omega point since their childhood and is best friends with kenji. reader wears a dress

other notes to the fic: Juliette and Aaron are just friends (well still kind of enemies, but Aaron's main focus from bringing her to the reestablishment was to help his mom, instead of rescuing her bc he was in love with her), a/n: I am SO sorry that this took so long, I'm currently trying to work on my request before I open them again but I just don't have that much motivation to write rn😭, I hope you still like it:)), my first language isn't English so please respect that, I tried to write something different from what I normally do...

Masterlist

you two met when he was taken by omega point

after he was allowed outside of his room, and castle made sure that Aaron wouldn't destroy any more furniture, he kept seeing you on his daily walks with castle and began asking questions about you

"what's their name" Aaron looked focused, directing his question to the person joining him on his walk. Castle waited a few seconds before answering Aaron's question: "y/n, their gift is to make people believe and do everything they say" Aaron gave you another intense look before turning his attention to castle again and nodding, to signalize that he understood him.

after that he kept noticing you and eventually agreed to eat dinner with the others, just so he could sit at the same table as you and listen to your conversations with Kenji

you had been friends with Kenji for as long as you could remember, so you always sat at the same table, different friends of yours joining you both, be it Ian, Brendan, lily or the brand new members Adam, James or Juliette, with whom Kenji was especially close

but when the new omega point member, the infamous Aaron Warner joins you both you of course notice him

you also didn't miss the glances he kept sending you

so when castle, who also didn't miss the glances, asked you to train him you rushed to say yes because you just couldn't believe that a person could be so pure evil like Adam pointed him out to be

yes, he let someone tortured your best friend (which you still were pretty pissed about) but you believed that there could be something nice in him and assumed that he was under much stress due to his father, who you haven't heard a single nice thing about

his first training session was on an Tuesday afternoon, to which he arrived exactly on time and in perfect clothing, as if he somehow found a way to iron it

you started with some simple tasks to try to find out what exactly his power is and why he is immune to Juliettes touch

around three sessions later you come to then training session in your prettiest dress that you normally safe for special occasions

aaron, he demanded that you call him by his first name, immediately had one of his rare smiles spread out on his face when he saw you in that dress

he kept asking you to do a twirl so he could see the whole dress but you refused at first

it wasn't until he came closer to you, held your hands carefully in his and asked like a little puppy "please to a twirl for me, my beloved" that you made one with a shocked face

when he saw your expression he rushed to stop you and asked panicked if everything was alright

you told him that he just practiced your gift and couldn't do anything but do a twirl

after that both of you quickly figured out that his gift was to practice other peoples powers and copy them

the night after you are me in his room, trying to work on his powers

you do that until you notice him staring at you

"what's wrong Aaron?" you ask, looking concernt at the boy. you notice that he isn't smiling or grinning a bit like he normally does when you say his name. "my beloved, I- I'll have to leave in the morning. My father can't suspect that I'm here or where exactly omega point is, he'll know soon if i stay longer. I can't put you at this risk." You were shocked to say the least. "Aaron you can't- how would you even do that? Do you even know the way out?" "I wasn't really unconscious when I was brought here, you know? And I found a way to navigate myself around here in the last two months." He looks at your shocked face before adding: "But don't worry, I won't tell my dad or someone else about anything here. I'll hope that you'll miss me the same amount that I will miss you. I hope we will see each other soon again"

He doesn't let you protest any further, gives your hand a gentleman-like kiss and leaves

you had absolutely no idea where he went to, it was his room that you spent your time just mere minutes ago in, after all

still in shock you don't even think about following him, the only thought in your head being that he would be gone tomorrow and will probably spent his time with his pathetic excuse of an father

You don't even think about telling castle or someone else at omega point about Aaron leaving, and at the morning of the very next day you find out that he succeeded

days pass until each member from the rescuing mission of Brendan and Winston, who where both kidnapped my Aaron's psycho dad, Anderson, were ready and prepared to start the mission

the mission seemed to go well until you saw the bombs falling from the sky directly on the place where omega point was located

you were in shock and didn't notice the arms grabbing you and dragging you into a tank

you'd been handcuffed and your eyes were covered with a cloth

there was a voice saying something but you didn't catch was it was saying

someone forced a liquid down your throat and you soon passed out after that

the first thing that you noticed was the warm light

you sat in a kitchen chair but soon noticed that a person, who you assumed to be Anderson, Aaron's dad, because of the obvious resembles, joined you

shit

you didn't catch everything he was saying because you were still feeling dizzy from the drug you were forced to consume, something about revenge, the stupidness of his son (who apparently had joined you two), leading and shooting someone

you soon found out that with someone they meant you, when you were shot in the chest

right into your heart

being shot and drugged at the same day wasn't a nice feeling

you were bleeding and if it didn't stop soon you'd be dead in a few minutes

and if that would happen you couldn't exactly tell because you passed out

for the second time today

it was a shock, to say nicely, when you woke up next to Aaron

he immediately asked you if you were okay but you just stared at him

"I- What the fuck happened?" "my father he- he wanted to 'teach me a lesson'. I'm sorry, my beloved. If I never would've asked him to spare your life he wouldn't have tried to kill you or make me try to kill you." he rambled, trying to explain the earlier actions. But one question was still lingering in your head: "why exactly would you have asked him to spare my life?" He could've carered so much more about someone else's life than yours. Juliettes or maybe James. Besides his constant dining you were sure that he cared at least a bit for them. "Because I care for you, my beloved." You don't know what to say after this confession and just look at him and take his hand into yours.

that's how you met&lt;33 sorry, I got carried away

anyway

that man SPOILS you

you see a pretty flower at the market? It's yours. There is a new collectors edition of your favorite book, but it's out of your price range right now? It's on your desk the next day. The limited edition vinyl that just restocked? already ordered, you get the deal

despite everything he says he actually loves dogs and you'll get one when everything with the reestablishment is over

he'll always pick out fancy colars for the dog and style it<3

he definitely has a fashion blog and posts his daily outfits on there

he'll also pick out your outfit everyday and he always tries for you two to match

every time you go shopping with Juliette and/or Kenji he insists on tagging along so you don't chose some ridiculous clothing items that would wash you out or something

he's obsessed with coffee after delalieu introduced him to it

and when you already like coffee you two have this ritual that every Sunday you guys drink a cup coffee on your balcony and just enjoy the early morning

but if you don't like coffee he always tries to get you into it and 'accidentally' places an extra cup on the breakfast table

"i promise my beloved, it's really good you just have to try it for once"

his love languages are words of affirmations and physical touch

he can't go longer than five minutes without touching you

he always has his hand rested on your lower back or holds your hand because your touch comforts and relaxes him<33

also loves to hold your pinkies

he may not look like it but he LOVES cuddling

you can't sleep anymore without you normally grumpy boyfriend squeezing you like his life depended on it

he also loves to rest his head on your belly before sleeping, while you both read something

he's so mesmerized by your presence

he tells you at least ten times a day how gorgeous, smart or lovely you are

you could literally just walk to the kitchen to get a snack and he'd drop everything to tell you how much he loves you

at the beginning of your relationship he was way more open than you expected with his feelings and already told you one month in the relationship that he loved you

I don't know why but I think he'd write you poems frequently

#aaron warner x reader #aaron warner #aaron warner fanfic #aaron warner fluff #shatter me x reader #shatter me #unravel me #dating headcanons #x reader #aaron x reader #tahereh mafi

[calzone-d]

What about when your mad at Ted and you feel bad for snapping at him?

(Hi it's me, and I have terrible PMS rn lmao)

sorry this is a lil short, it's finals week!

thanks for sending this in, anon!

you can find my masterlist here.

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It was one of those days where every little thing irritated the shit out of you. People breathing too loud, chewing too obnoxiously, your hair being extremely frizzy for no reason- everything was just annoying.

Ted came home in a particularly upbeat mood, which you normally adored to see. You still did, you just was hoping for some space to decompress from your day before spending the evening socializing with him. It wasn’t anything against him, you just needed to be alone.. in silence.

“Hey darlin’! Ooh-wee I can’t wait to tell you about what happened out on the pitch today. You see-“

You nodded and hummed occasionally at his story, not as invested as you should’ve been, but even the simple act of cooking dinner was taking everything in you.

Ted continued to ramble on about his day as you cooked. You spilled some rice on the oven- no big deal, you’d clean it later. Then, you checked the chicken in the oven only to find that it was burnt.

“Shit!”, your frustrated voice interrupted Ted’s story.

“What’s the matter?”

“I burnt the fucking food, and there’s such a mess to clean up and-“

Ted cut you off with an optimistic, “We can worry about it after dinner, hun.”

Before you could stop yourself, your temper got the best of you.

“No, Ted! I don’t want to just deal with it later! Im fucking exhausted and I just want to spend a quiet night in bed!”

Ted’s brows furrowed as you continued, “And I love you, and I love hearing about your day but I just- I can’t right now!”

He left you with a quiet, “Well alright, then” before heading to the living room. Though you were thankful for a few moments to yourself, you knew you were in the wrong.

Ted came and fixed himself a plate a few minutes later, but took it back into the living room without saying a word. You felt guilty. It would’ve been so easy to just be open with him, but on top of being irritated you were trying to do a million things at once, which wasn’t a great combination.

You cleaned up dinner, and put on your pajamas before taking a seat next to Ted on the couch. He didn’t say anything as you sat down, even as your eyes met.

“Ted.. I’m sorry.”, your voice was soft.

He nodded for you to continue.

“Today was just so.. so frustrating and jam-packed and I was hoping for some time to decompress but then dinner went the way it did, and I felt bad for not listening to your story but I just really needed a few moments to myself.”

After a few seconds he spoke, “Then why didn’t ya just ask me?”

His voice stayed calm and gentle, fitting for the man you loved. You were worried you’d stuck a nerve, especially with the wounds Michelle left him with. The last thing you wanted was for him to think he was ‘too much’. Still, it would’ve been so much easier to just ask for space when he got home. It wasn’t his fault you pushed yourself too far.

“That’s what I should’ve done, and I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you thinking I didn’t care, or didn’t want to hear about your day-“

“There’s a big difference between not carin’ and just needin’ a moment.”

You slowly nodded as your eyes cast downward. “I know. I should’ve just asked for some time alone, instead of snapping at you. My shitty day had nothing to do with you.. and I don’t want you to think it did.”

He shook his head as he shuffled closer to you, “Darlin’, that’s fine. Just ask next time, okay? I don’t like seein’ you all stressed.”

Your head fell against his shoulder as you finally smiled for the first time all day. “I’ll work on finding better ways to communicate that. Thank you for listening.. I’d love to hear about your day before bed?”

One of Ted’s hands reached down to cup your cheek so that he could pull you in for a kiss. He kissed you gently, and lovingly. When he pulled away his hand smoothed over the top of your head before he pressed another kiss there.

“Sounds like a plan, stan. Now, you tell me what we’re watchin’ tonight.”

He pulled you in close as you both settled together on the couch.

thanks for reading!

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!!⠀Feat : Kazuha x GN! Reader

!!⠀## : Fluff, friends to lovers, mutual pining (but sped up bc I can’t write much with my nails lmao), confessions, affection, saying ‘I love you’ for the first time 👀

Okay I just got new claws so typing is like actually hard rn, and it’s been a long while since I used my writing brain, but yk what it’s Kazuha day today, so I wish all of u who are pulling for him (or Klee or Heizou!) a very merry successful wishing sesh !!

Also I’m still on writer’s + socializing burnout so 😀✌️ im ghosting again after this <3 teehee

also its like 3 am rn if i messed up smthn send me an ask pls and ill fix it when im more coherent akjsnd

You don’t think there is anything in this world that could have prepared you for Kaedehara Kazuha.

Never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined that the quiet yet oh-so-charming sailor for Inazuma could have had such an impact on you. With his quiet smiles and melodious voice, and the way he had let his gaze linger on you when you had first been introduced.  When he came aboard the ship, you had thought that you two could get along, certainly, but it hadn’t crossed your mind that the two of you would click so well, like two puzzle pieces that just meshed against each other as if it were natural.

And yet Kazuha had been one of your fastest friends— quite easily growing to become your closest aboard the Alcor, all within the year he had spent since coming from Inazuma. 

He came into your life, prancing in and quickly making a space for himself. As your friend, as your sparring partner. As the person who stayed up beside you quite late into the evening when you couldn’t sleep, huddling beside you until the sun broke over the horizon.  As the person who willingly listened to you talk about anything and everything under the sun, lending you an ear and always looking at you with something indiscernible in his gaze. Kazuha was easy to fit into your life— and equally as easy to fall for. 

“You seem to be rather focused on something,” Kazuha says, nudging your shoulder with his, bringing you out of your reverie. An inquisitive look on his face greets you, lips upturned in a curious smile. “Care to share?”

You hastily try to compose yourself, messily shelving all your thoughts of attraction as best as you could, and hoping that you can shrug it off. Falling back into the easy routine, you nudge him in return, blowing him a raspberry when he gives you a playfully offended look. This late (or was it early?), no one else is on the deck to hear the way you laugh.

“Not much just… thinking of you, I guess,” is what you manage when your amusement fizzles out, a more subdued smile taking its place. 

“Of... me?” 

Your mind hadn’t fully caught up to the new topic of the conversation, or the proverbial minefield it had become. You hum, letting your eyes wander back to the ocean. You’re enraptured by the dark blue of the sky, the twinkle of the stars above, and the floating isle of Celestia in the distance. Towards the horizon, dawn is sure to break soon— the sky is already brightening, transitioning into a pinkish orange and the inevitable start of a new day. Out of your sight, Kazuha’s eyes widen and the his ears take on a slightly redder tinge, mouth slightly open like he wishes to say something. After a moment he clears his throat and settles for, “All good things, I hope?”

And the early morning combined with the lack of sleep must have loosened your tongue and lowered you inhibitions. You don’t even bother to hesitate when you speak next. “Good things,” you confirm, loose-lipped and with a traitorous tongue. “How we met. How I never thought we’d be close, or that you’d mean so much to me. Things like that, really.”

”Oh.”

The series of short responses make you pause because… well, how often is it that the flowery-worded Kazuha has such little to say? You turn to him, about to ask if he’s alright, if he’d rather go to sleep than stay up, or if he had taken your words the wrong way, but the words catch in your throat when his hand brushes and then, daringly, takes a hold of your own. His touch is still warm against your own, even through the bandages that wrap it. It’s enough for you breath to hitch and your skin to heat at the contact.  His fingers tangle with yours almost hesitantly, as if fearing that you’d break away from him. 

You hadn’t even realized when you had taken a step towards Kazuha. You glance up at him, meeting the pretty red of his eyes. As close as you are, you can see the flecks of orange and gold in them; the way that the hues and shades blend together, forming something dappled like an autumn leaf. You can see how his eyes take you in— shamelessly, indulgently, as if he is finally allowing himself to look at you without shying away from being caught. Kazuha’s warmth radiates this close, a beacon against the early chill, and you feel yourself wanting to take another step closer.

For a moment, neither of you say anything. Your hands are entangled together as you stand so closely together. Your free hand cradles his face (when had it gotten there?) and he subtly presses himself further against your touch. There isn’t a second that you look away from him— not even when you notice the day break from the corner of your eye. The rays of the early morning sun making a blue and orange painting of the sky, but all you can focus on is how the light comes to caress Kazuha’s face. How it bounces along every curve and dip and mark on his person, and makes his hair glow in the warm light. His eyes, still watching you as intently as you watch him, seem to illuminate in the glow. There is nothing that makes you want to break this moment, that makes you want to take your gaze from him. You don’t want to miss the warmth in his eyes, the soft, heart-wrenching fondness that you can see within them, not even for a single second. 

There isn’t anything that can tear you from this moment, your heart leaping in your chest at how breathtaking he is— at how much you adore him.

“I love you.”

The words had been resting so readily on the tip of your tongue that it takes you a moment to realize that, in fact, it hadn’t been you who said it first. Kazuha beat you to the punch, murmuring his confession into the skin of your palm, letting his affection rest over on like a warm blanket. Even as he holds you hand against his cheek, leaning against your touch, he watches you as you gape at him in surprise. There is nothing pressuring or urgent in his voice, nothing that is begging desperately for a reply. He is merely speaking a truth between you two, getting his long-kept secret off of his chest. The only thing that betrays his nerves is the hand he has intertwined with yours, and how his fingers subtly squeeze your own.

How easy it is for him to turn your world on its head with just three words. How easy it is for him to flood you chest with elation, and have you blood warming with a bone-deep relief and love. You want to laugh and cry and yell but now, most of all, you just want to kiss him. 

You pull him against you with one hand, fluidly slotting your lips against his in a soft kiss. And oh, those months of pining, of wondering how he would feel so close to you, with his mouth against yours and your fingers tangling in the hairs on his nape, they had been worth it. Kazuha’s kiss just feels so right, so natural. Kissing him was just as easy as falling for him had been. You melt into it, shutting your eyes and letting the hand still against his cheek pull you closer to him. His one arm wraps around your middle, gently cradling you against his chest and you hum. The kiss is, by all definitions, tame, but in no way is it something that leaves you unsatisfied. It is tender, a promise shared between the two of you. Of months-long affection and quiet longing finally resolved. As you bask in his embrace and the warmth of the sun, you forget about the rest of the world. Then and there, it is just you and Kazuha.

When you two separate from air, faces warm and chests heaving as you try to catch your breath, there is a pleased, love-drunk smile on Kazuha’s face. His arm is still keeping you close, and his hand has not once let go of your own.

“I love you too,” you finally tell him, breathless and a long, long cry from what you had imagined your confession to sound like all these months. Nothing smooth or suave that you had been hoping for. But Kazuha still beams regardless, still looks at you like he’s so goddamn happy, and you can’t keep the laugh that bubbles in your chest. 

He looks so soft and warm and in love— it just makes you want to kiss him more. 

#Kazuha x reader #Kaedahara Kazuha x reader #Genshin Impact x reader #Cw GN reader #Catte’s Works 🦩

[house-of-kolchek]

Hi !! I’ve been reading a bunch of your fics cause im hyper fixated on Jason Kolcheck rn. And I was wondering if you could do a Jason Kolcheck x reader fic where Jason has a breeding kink😵‍💫I would really appreciate if you did it cause my birthdays next week so it would be like a birthday present anyways, thats my request/idea. Thanks, love your fics❤️🤭

Hello!! Happy belated birthday dear!

I'm so sorry I was late with this - I was trying to get it finished by the end of the week but life got in the way a little bit. I hope you enjoy this!!

Put a Baby in Me, Darlin' (18+)

Jason Kolchek x Reader

Warnings? JasonhasabreedingkinkJasonhasabreedingkinkJasonhasabreedingkinkJasonhasa-

Word Count: 2k

MASTERLIST

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When Jason looked at you, he looked hungry. 

Which didn’t bode particularly well considering you were in the middle of a child's birthday party.

But no. You weren’t one to back down from a challenge.

You smirked at the man, sending him a wink before turning your attention back to the group of girls - all under the age of ten. You grinned, bowing your head and allowing one of the girls - Charlotte, who sported adorably mismatched pigtails - to place a too-small plastic tiara on your head. 

“My, my, what an honor to be granted the title of representative,” you gushed, your voice taking on an exaggerated posh accent. Charlotte giggled, returning your bow before rushing back to her friends, all sprawled across the lawn looking eagerly at your form. In their eyes, you could clearly see they didn’t understand even half your words, but they still faced you with the glimmer of absolute fascination.

“Repentive!!” One of the girls shrieked, erupting into laughter at the hilarity of the word. 

So maybe they were paying more attention than you gave credit for. 

“Alas!” you announced, your voice nearly cracking with your accent. “My first act as representative-” the girls giggled, erupting a soft pang in your heart “-will be to declare candy as every meal!”

The chorus of excited shrieking drew all the party’s attention to you, as a swarm of girls tackled you into a pile. Your tiara flew across the lawn, your hair tangling into the grass as you wrapped your arms around as many of them as you could manage. Fighting back grunts as elbows and knees poked into your gut, you couldn’t help the laughter escaping your lips as the group began chanting “Candy! Candy!” on repeat. 

“Alright, girls!” Another, much more adult voice cut through the chants. “Get off aunt (Name)!���

You noted the amusement in her tone as Jason’s sister, Amanda, entered your field of view. Pulling the crowd of kiddos off you, she gave a playful roll of her eyes, waiting for you to stand again.

“Candy Queen,” you mouthed, drawing a snort from her.

“I’m calling you when Barb’s bouncing off the walls at 1am you know,” she threatened, and you offered her a mild shrug, reaching down to ruffle the hair of the accused. 

As Amanda guided the children along to the recently unveiled pinata, a warm pair of hands wrapped around your waist. You stiffened for only a second, before Jason’s husky voice whispered against the shell of your ear. 

“Y’know, you’re really good with them,” he remarked with a dangerous glint to his tone. His palms swept under your shirt, warm against the skin of your stomach.

“Are you seriously trying to turn me on in the middle of your niece’s birthday party?”

“Is it workin’?” He chuckled as you slapped his wrists away, turning to press a brief kiss against the curve of his jaw. 

“No,” you teased, pinching at the collar of his shirt as you stepped away from him. “But I’m having fun getting you all riled up.”

His mouth fell open, a retort on his lips, as you made your way back over to the group of adults. You graciously accepted as one of Jason’s cousins offered you the opportunity to hold their newborn. With a flare of mischief, you glanced back over to your husband, quirking a brow at the intense stare he faced you with. The tips of his ears turned red, and just to rile him up further, you leaned to press a kiss against the baby’s little forehead.

It wasn’t like he kept it hidden. You saw the hungry way he looked at you any time you were around children. You’d heard him whisper “puttin’ a baby in you” at least more than twice in the bedroom. Hell, the first time you’d told him he could come inside you, it took him exactly two seconds to do just that.

And you were far from against it. You were good with kids, and you loved them. Especially in recent months, you’d found yourself fascinating about your own little bundle of joy. Your heart and your pussy swelled at the thought of a little one - hopefully sporting Jason’s deep brown eyes and your hair - staring back up at you with one of those toothless smiles you adored so much. 

And so, as the party drew to an end, and you bent down to kiss your niece goodnight, you took a new pleasure in the way Jason’s gaze bored into your back. You took your time offering goodbyes, teasing him relentlessly as you hovered by the front door. 

The drive home was rather uneventful, instead filled by a warm tension in the air. Jason drove quickly, his breaths heavier than usual. And yes, when you glanced down, you didn’t fail to notice the tightness against the front of his pants. 

Yeah. This was gonna be fun.

You followed Jason’s retreating figure, letting your gaze sweep up and down his body as he entered your home. His gaze stayed firmly cemented to the floor, that familiar quirk in his brows as he held his tongue. To hazard a guess, he almost looked embarrassed. 

Why? You weren’t quite sure. So, with a slight pang of sympathy, and less than slight ache in settling in your lower stomach, you finally gave him what he wanted.

“Alright handsome. You gonna put a baby in me or what?”

And Jason choked.

His gaze snapped to you, his pupils growing wide as you stepped closer, leaning in to brush your fingers across his chest. He mouthed quiet words, his adam's apple bobbing as you watched him go through the five stages of grief within two seconds. He’d been caught, until he started to realize that you liked it.

“I think I would make a pretty good mommy, don’t you?” you drawled, grinning wickedly as his arms tensed, his hands curling into tight fists. With a flash in his eyes, and another heavy gulp, Jason’s voice dropped an octave.

“You’re playin’ a dangerous game there, sweetheart,” he warned, and you brightened at the challenge. Curling both your hands into his shirt, you stood on your toes, your lips just barely brushing against his with each word you uttered. 

“Oh, I don’t play games… daddy.”

And in the next second, Jason scooped you into his arms, winding your legs around his waist and surging forward until your back hit the door. His lips collided with yours in a messy kiss, his tongue already prodding at your bottom lip. You gasped against his lips, wrapping your arms tight around his neck as you arched into his chest. His worn baseball cap hit the ground with a soft thump, and your hands flew into his hair, raking your fingers through the soft strands. 

With his hips pinning you against the wall, Jason leaned back enough to yank your shirt over your head. Dipping his head back down, he pressed hot kisses against the column of your throat. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you up enough so he could rut against your core, growing firmer with each thrust. 

“Bed,” you breathed out between gasps. Jason nodded against your skin, slipping his hands across your back as he walked you across the hall and into your room. Depositing you on the bed, he paused to strip his own shirt off, before covering you with the warmth from his skin as he continued to attack your neck and jaw with kisses. 

You keened as he bit into your neck, sucking hard enough to leave an angry purple mark just under the skin. Moving his mouth downwards, he turned his attention to your covered breasts, running his tongue along the curves in a searing line.

“I can’t wait to see these all swollen up,” he groaned, covering each breast with his hands and squeezing once, before he reached under your back to unclip your bra. His words sent a stream of heat to your core, and you rutted against him as his lips latched on to one of your nipples. 

“I bet you can’t,” you sighed out, drawing a deep grumble from his throat as you tugged on his hair. “But I bet this’ll drive you even crazier.” Latching your fingers around his, you dragged his free hand down, resting his palm across your abdomen. Jason’s lips fell from your skin, his eyes squinting shut as his hips bucked against yours.

“Fuck, the things you do to me,” he hissed, pressing one more hot kiss against your stomach before fumbling with the button of his jeans. With a flash in his eyes, he jerked his chin towards you, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Strip.”

In an instant, your hands were at the waist of your pants, tugging them down with your panties in one swipe. Jason - ever the impatient man - helped yank the garment off your ankles, his hands gripping each of your knees to spread your legs. With a shuddering sigh, he let one hand cup the warmth between your legs, tracing a finger along your folds and groaning at the slick.

“Fuck, Darlin.’ Think you can take it without any prep?” he husked, his gaze fixated on your core as one hand absentmindedly stroked himself. 

Well, if you didn’t before, you sure as hell did now.

All it took was your nod, and Jason was leaning over you again, lining himself up before easing into you. You hissed out a long gust of air at the stretch, one arm reaching behind your head to dig your fingers into the sheets. 

“‘m gonna fill you up so good,” he grumbled, cupping the backs of your legs and pressing them back to your chest. Hovering over you, he set a rapid pace, drilling into you in a way that felt almost feral. 

Jason leaned over you, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead against the valley between your breasts before he dipped down, his tongue running rapidly along your skin to lap it up. You groaned, rolling your hips against him, the friction against your clit adding to that delicious ache in your core. 

“What are you gonna do?” you hissed, your throat catching on the words as Jason gave a particularly hard snap of his hips. His lips seared against the skin of your collar as he groaned, his fingers digging into your sides.

“‘m gonna put a fuckin’ baby in you,” he chanted, his pace growing sloppy. The words sent heat straight to your core, and your nails dug in against his shoulders as you bucked your hips up to meet his.

“Say it again,” you ordered.

And he did.

Again, and again he chanted, his voice breaking and rising in pitch. The clipped sounds in the back of your throat met his as you yanked his head down, attacking his lips with tongue and teeth as the coil in you finally snapped.

Jason was soon to follow you, falling over the edge with a drawn out, shaky gasp. He fell across your trembling form, reaching to brush one of the many messy strands of hair away from your eyes. With a sheepish grin, he pressed a final, soft kiss to your shoulder, before heaving himself back to a seated position.

You groaned, your head falling back into the pillows as he angled your hips back. Pulling out, he watched, completely entranced as his release leaked from you. His finger traced under your entrance, swiping it all up and pushing back into you. You whined at the overstimulation, your thighs clamping shut, inadvertently pinning his hand in place as a makeshift-plug. Meeting your eyes, Jason’s grin grew, a mischievous glimmer forming in his eyes.

“Hey so what do you think of the name Simon?”

“Jason!”

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Tags!

@yellowroses-world @buttermykolchek @kawaiiwitch224 @kassiekolchek22 @yeslieutenant @lorebite @tangytastyflatboard @meadows-of-light @boristhepineapple @thedreamingfish99 @shinydixon @crazymissy22

#house of ashes #house of ashes x reader #jason kolchek #jason kolchek x reader #jason kolchek smut

[ax-y10]

hiii!!! do you think you could do a young wilbur soot x gn! reader where they’re 16/17 and the reader gets her drivers license finally but you and wilbur have been broken up for a year so you drive past his house? or base it off of olivia rodrigos drivers license song because i’m totally not going through that in my life rn 😅

I Know (We Weren't Perfect)

I hope you feel better 💕

In which- You've been broken up for a year, but you can't help but go back and find out the truth.

A/N: lol where I live, we don't get our licenses till we're 18 or smth like that. Imma try my hardest cause I haven't listened to Olivia Rodrigo's music in ages and I don't have my license so... Also, I'm so sorry this took so long. I have my motivation back now. I'm also really shit at endings and I am on the verge of genuinely crying so I had to try and make the ending happy for me, I'm sorry. I did try my hardest, but I don't want to cry.

Chapter info: bittersweet, poor Olivia Rodrigo recall, sad reader, sad everyone ig, driving, reminiscing, swearing, loud music, somewhat alright ending (I didn't cry WOOHOO)

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

Based off of this song:

Masterlist:

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You had always talked about this moment with him. You were both so excited for this moment. You had both talked about this since you were children, and how excited you both were.

But it didn't quite work out in your favours.

He had recently broken up with you. You weren't sure why. But it left you in shambles, your head screaming for an explanation. You genuinely loved him. So fucking much.

People you wish didn't find out, found out. And immediately spread rumours about why he broke up with you. He found another person who made him feel better, he didn't love you anymore, he hated you, he thought you were too much to deal with. You couldn't believe anything they were saying. You didn't believe anything. What blonde girl? Who is the blonde girl? Who are they talking about? What are they talking about?

You knew it wasn't the healthiest coping mechanism, and you knew it was hurting you more than helping, but you just couldn't help it. Driving through the suburbs was a struggle. Your mind kept drifting off and convincing you that you were driving home to him.

You didn't even know if he lived in the same city as you even more.

You still had his phone number, and you got confirmation from Tommy that his phone number was still the same. Time and time again, you tried your very hardest to contact him and ask about what happened, but you couldn't bring yourself to press the 'send' button.

Now, you finally have your drivers license, and oh my god, did it hurt. The minute you found out, you cried in happiness. "I HAVE MY DRIVERS LICENSE" you yelled over the phone to your friend. But little did they know, you curled up under the blankets each night and sobbed. Why was he gone? Why is he suddenly out of your life?

Is he alright? Does he still love me? Does he still know who I am? Does he think about me like I think about him?

These thoughts plagued your mind each night.

You can't even dare to drive past the coffee shop you visited every week, along the road next to the beach, near any of your mutual friends' houses, past your schools.

My goodness, you still love him, it hurts.

And no one understands.

Where is he now?

How is he?

Contacting Phil, your "father figure", your comfort now, you ask how Wilbur is, how he's doing, how he's holding up. If he still thinks of you.

And the answer you got back was certainly mixed.

The message read: (Don't worry, sweet. He is totally alright, he's doing well. I haven't heard anything different from him from when you both were together. And of course, he definitely still thinks of you. Would you like me to come over?)

And you replied: (Yes. Yes. Please. Come over.)

And now here Phil was. On your sofa, next to you, holding you close, letting you cry.

And the message entered your head again. And it all made sense.

Phil hasn't heard anything different. Wilbur used to ramble on and on and on about you to Phil. and nothing has changed. So of course he has to still talk about you. And he still thinks about you. So he is affected by it, but he may also be too scared to reach out to you.

"Phil" You said with a shaky voice.

"What's wrong, sweet?" He replied soothingly, almost entirely like Wilbur. He's learnt how to talk to you like a daughter, instead of a friend.

"Your message. You said you don't hear anything different, and he still thinks of me? But he used to ramble on about me all the time? So does he still do that?" You frantically asked.

He laughed a little, bringing down your hopes, and then he continued.

"Y/n. Of course he still thinks about you. Of course he still rambles about you. It's all positive I promise." And that's when you blurted your true question.

"Can you take me to him? Please? I need to see him." You pleaded, and Phil lead you out to his car, and off you went.

As soon as you got there, you raced up the front steps, and knocked slightly on the door, awaiting him. What you didn't expect was him on the phone, a can of some drink you didn't know, and a scruffed up house.

As he locked his focus on you, you noticed the weariness behind his eyes, the worry. His eyes widened, and he said goodbye to the person on the phone, and looked at you quizzically. Extending your arms sideways, like you always used to, he placed his hands on your forearms and pushed them back down to your sides.

Tears brimmed your eyes. Did he hate you? Did Phil lie? Does he not want you he-

You felt long, familiar arms wrap around you and lift you off the ground, spinning you around. You were glad he's alright and still thinks of you but you knew you couldn't just immediately go back to being attached at the hip. At the best for the moment, you could go back to being friends.

"I'm so fucking sorry. I was drunk and I didn't know what I was doing. And when I woke up at my house, I was so confused. Please forgive me, I feel so bad for leaving you. I've meant to contact you and apologise, but I couldn't. Please. I still think of you. Please?" He started with no tears, and ended in a sob.

You waved off Phil and walked in with Wilbur.

"Of course I forgive you. Why wouldn't I? I just wish one of us asked or reached out. I really want to go back to what we were, but we can stay as friends, or whatever you want, okay?" You comforted. Now you understand.

"Please. I am happy with going back to what we were. I would like to be friends first but if we can't wait, which I know for a fact is unbearable for both of us-" He laughed. What a joyous sound., "-we can go back."

And that's where the relationship began (for the second time)

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Again, I do apologise for making it a happy ending. I didn't know which you wanted so I went with what felt fright for me. Hope you enjoyed it.

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur #tommyinnit #ax blabbers #Philza minecraft #\philza #angst #bittersweet #olivia rodrigo #drivers license

[latenuitrambles]

Hey there! I heard that asks are open. I actually have a Obey me request since I saw that under the fandoms you tagged. I'm in my Simeon and Barbatos fangirl era rn, was wondering if you could write them motivating reader?

Like reader being upset so they leave positive post it notes on the mirror or encouraging good morning text to remind them that they love them.

If you can't take this request that's alright as well ^^.

Have a good evening 👋

Note: Thank you so much for requesting! Also love the lyney pfp <3 and since there weren't any specifications I took it like reader has been having a stressful week and hence the encouragement! I hope you like it!! any criticism is appreciated.

𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴

( gn!mc x simeon and barb )

TW: talks about feeling a little mentally exhausted

You had been having a pretty bad week. It was nothing that serious, but you just have these moments sometimes when suddenly everything seems like it takes too much energy, and you feel this constant sense of dread in your gut. 

Simeon

He would instantly notice the change in your behavior, no matter how much you would try to hide it. Angels are more sensitive to people's emotions, but even more so for you because of how much he cares about you. He would see how you don’t seem as cheerful when you guys spend time together or that you looked mentally drained all the time. But he knows it's hard for you to talk about it sometimes. So instead, he starts leaving little notes for you everywhere. Little sticky notes on your mirror reminding you that he thinks you look pretty no matter what you wear, notes on your fridge reminding you to eat and take care of yourself, messages every morning telling you how much he loves you and how excited he is to meet you at RAD today and spend time with you. He would be there to help you with your homework and other tasks and encourage you through them too, like telling you how well you're doing! Simeon is an angel, so sometimes it might be hard for him to relate to you having these negative thoughts. But he still wants to be there for you. He will stay by your side and when you’re ready to finally talk about it, he will be right here for you. <3 

Barbatos 

Now he probably realized how you were feeling because he used his powers. He constantly checks your future so that he can always protect you from an upcoming danger. So, when he saw that you might be having one of those weeks soon, he was prepared. He already talked to lucifer into letting you skip your chores for some time. He would sent you handmade meals every day, making all your favorite meals and they would always have a little note in them telling you how much he loves you, that he misses you, he is going to take a holiday soon so that you guys can spend some time together and reminding you to take care of yourself. Even if he has a duty to the demon prince, you are the person he will always find time for. He would send you little good morning and good night texts telling you how proud he is of you. Barb will always be here when you finally want to talk about it. He is such a caring s/o <3 

#ania.writes #simeon x reader #barbatos x reader #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me simeon #obey me barbatos #om! barbatos #om! simeon #fanfic #self insert

[luna-misera]

Hi, first of all I'm a big fan of your writing and I hope you're doing well ! I have a bit of an emergency request for you if you don't mind (it's alright if you're not feeling like doing it cause it's kind of a lot, just ignore the ask lmao) also sorry if my English sucks here, I'm kind of a mess and it's not my first language :')

I've been feeling extremely overwhelmed by everything recently (visiting my parents, a lot of papers to fill for healthcare/taxes, prep class assignments, being deadnamed on all my official documents and by my family, having a meltdown) and now to top it off my train to go back home and be able to work has just been cancelled. And of course my parents are having a party this evening and of course everyone is loud as fuck. I probably won't be able to go back home and attend my classes until Monday or Tuesday and it terrifies me. I have so much on my plate rn, I just want copia to hold me and the rest of the world to burst in flames at this point. Long story short, that would be very cool if you could write hcs for how copia would comfort a gn s/o that's in a similar situation :)

take care !!

Hello my little ghoul friend! Thank you so much for the compliment! I'm very glad to hear you like my writing! Also, I'm sorry to hear you're having such a hard time lately. Personally, I have also felt overwhelmed by everything going on in my own life, so I totally understand what you're going through.

Remember to take care of yourself, and take things one day at a time! Try not to stress about things outside of your control, but focus on what you can accomplish each day! Be proud of how far you've come and what you have already accomplished! I know Papa would be.

Copia Comfort HCs (Copia x GN!Reader)

Warning(s): None

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• Honestly, when you're stressed Copia is also stressed. He will do whatever he can to help you out, but he worries about you.

• If he can't complete any tasks for you, then he will be there with you every step of the way.

• He makes sure you're eating/drinking, and taking breaks.

• If he can't be by your side, Copia will send you texts throughout the day to check in, offer encouragement, and just to tell you how much he loves you!

• Copia is 100% supportive of your pronouns, and your name change. If you're open to the idea, he will absolutely help kickstart the process of a legal name change so you don't have to see it on official documents. Or he will handle them himself when possible.

• If the problem persists, then he will go to the main office himself to resolve the issue.

• However, when it comes to your own family deliberately dead naming you, then they'll find Copia can be very persuasive.

• He will politely (but firmly) remind them of your preferred name, and explain how deadnaming can be harmful.

• If they refuse to see reason and continue to disrespect you, then he will remove you from that toxic situation immediately.

• Copia is always there to support you with unconditional love and understanding.

• He constantly reminds you that your identity is valid and that you matter.

• He never wants you to feel alone especially when you need him most, and he is always there to be a shoulder to cry on or to listen to you vent.

• Meltdowns happen. That's ok! Copia takes you aside somewhere quiet where you can be alone, and holds you tight while you get it all out of your system.

• He rubs your back and comforts you until you feel better. Then, he asks how he can help you with whatever is stressing you out.

• Sometimes all you need is a hug, and of course he's willing to provide.

• Copia hugs you for as long as you need him to and maybe a little longer... just to be safe.

• He would absolutely burn everything to the ground for you, but maybe start with a warm drink and some cuddles first? Then see how you feel later.

• After that, if you're still hoping for worldwide devastation Copia has you covered.

#ghost fandom #ghost band x reader #ghost band #copia #copia x reader #sfw #hcs #papa emeritus iv #fluff #gn reader

[wvbaandtheboys]

Hey I’m currently editing this post rn so reblog when I’m done editing but just know since it’s funny and fun I’m gonna make fnaf mechanics for the Wii boxers based offa my fnaf post for funsies so gimme like 5 minutes (btw it’s gonna be kinda unfair but that’s the point. You wouldn’t survive HAJSJSN)

Little Mac: Well, Mac’s a bit of a trickster and he loves making your night even harder. Whenever you catch the rascal moving about off his stage, make sure you monitor him. Cause this little sucker’s gonna try and shut off your power. And if he does that, I think you know what happens to you. If he’s in the generator room, make sure you flicker your flashlight on the camera to let him know he’s been caught! That’ll send him back to his place.

“Aww…! Alright… But you won’t find me next time… >:]”

Glass Joe: Oh mon dieu, the robot of this beloved, charismatic Frenchman is out for blood! But don’t worry. Joe is very easy to deal with… and don’t feel bad for doing this to him, he’ll kill you if you hesitate. If Joe pops into your office for a quick visit through your left door, slam the door to strike him! Don’t take too long! He’s eager and ready to pounce!

“AH! MY CHIN-!”

Von Kaiser: Hoo boy. Kaiser’s usually calm as can be and has no interest of coming to harass you… that is, if you keep his stage mechanics wound up to keep him occupied. Don’t do it? Kiss your ass goodbye cause he’s gonna rush into your office and give you the beating of a lifetime… well, the beating that will end your life. So just keep him calm and all will be good, yeah? Yeah. The only hope you have to stop him is to listen out for what door he’s rushing at and shutting it.

“Teste meine Geduld nicht...”

(“Do not test my patience…”)

Disco Kid: Ah, he’s real silly. The robotic version of our disco loving friend is still as much of a music lover as the real one! And you’d better know your stuff when it comes to keeping the rhythm. Disco will enter your office and play a series of notes from his speaker with a series of poses. You have a panel with four different notes that have icons of the poses. Replay the same rhythm and Disco will happily leave you to your work. Keep him waiting or press the wrong button? It’s game over for you.

“Can ya feel the rhythm, Peter? C’mon and dance with me!”

King Hippo: This guy’s hungry! And well, Hippo’s not exactly opposed to taking a bite out of you… he’s pretty hungry. But he’ll relent as long as you keep him fed… but apparently, everyone’s out to make everyone riled up. Check his stage from time to time and make sure none of the boxers are trying to steal anything from him! If you see anyone trying to bother him, play an audio bit by pushing the button on his camera to scare them off. If he doesn’t have any food of his own? Well well… guess you’re on the menu… :p (let my man eat in peace)

“Hippo hungry… Keep your hands off Hippo’s food! >:[“

Piston Hondo: Now he may be as respectful as the actual Hondo during the day… but no one said he had to be after hours. (He’s a bastard.) So, here’s the deal. You have to be listening to keep Piston from coming over there and Hondo Rushing you until your intestines become outtestines. He’ll come through the vent above you. To stop him, you just gotta look up and focus the light on his face. If he’s lost the element of surprise, he’ll leave you alone. Keep an ear out though. He doesn’t make much noise.

“Kuso…!”

(“Dammit…!”)

Bear Hugger: Nope. Absolutely not. You are DEFENSELESS against this bear. The light and doors won’t save you. The only choice you have is to hide underneath your desk and wait for him to leave, he’ll walk past. But he’s not dumb, so you’ll have to time it. If you hide when he’s already seen you, well… you know.

“…Eh? Where’d ya go?…”

Great Tiger: Who knew robots could use magic? No, but seriously, don’t mess around with him. Tiger will make his presence known by his gem glowing in the vent on the opposite of you. When he gives you that signal, you’ve got less than a minute to find all 3 of his clones either on your cameras or around your office. Once ya do, he’ll leave you be. Run out of time? Say goodbye.

“Find them… and I’ll let you live. Don’t… and you won’t see the sun rise.”

Don Flamenco: Oh sweet! Robo Don’s out to kill you! Don’t sweat it, this guy’s easy. Don will show up at your right door. He even offers you a rose! Don’t take it though- shut the door in his face! >:] He’ll get the hint and buzz off.

“OYE! …Oww… Veo…”

(“OYE! Oww… I see…”)

Aran Ryan: Well you would think he’d be a hassle to deal with and he can be if your RNG is shit. But really, he’s pretty easy. If Aran pops up from any of your office entrances, make sure you don’t look at him. Depending on where he is, simply look straight or pull up your camera. He’ll get bored and leave.

“Ah… yer no fun…”

Soda Popinski: Russian powerhouse! He’s just an inconvenience though. If you hear Soda running up a hallway, leave the doors open and let him pass though. If you try and shut a door on him, he’ll break it. …And well, you know. That’s bad. He’s just making sure you’re okay.

“Aha! Here I come!”

Bald Bull: Angry. Wants blood. Your blood, specifically. Unlike the other bots, he won’t leave easily. Every once in a while, he’ll turn on and rush to your office. When you hear him, close and hold the door shut. He’ll bang on it a few times, but he’ll relent and leave if you keep it shut. Slamming the door on this bull will just make him even more angry.

“UNLOCK THE DOOR YOU COWARD!”

Super Macho Man: Ah. He’s just as much of a jerk as the actual Macho Man. Just that he’ll kill you if you inconvenience him. Yet another specialized panel will appear if Macho Man’s in your office. Just press it and it’ll snap a “photo” of him. Sometimes he’ll pose twice or even three times, so make sure ya pay attention. Don’t ignore him.

“Photo op!”

Mr. Sandman: Yeah, he’s scary, but he’s okay to deal with. Sandman’s asleep on his camera, and will progressively wake up with the commotion of the other robots. Make sure to keep an eye on him to send him back to sleep. If he wakes up, he’s gonna come straight for you. Don’t try and fight him. You won’t win… time to go to Dreamland.

“…Brush your teeth… it’s bedtime, Peter baby.”

#punch out!! #punch out wii #aran ryan #glass joe #piston hondo #mr sandman punch out #soda popinski #bald bull #disco kid #von kaiser #little mac #super macho man #bear hugger #great tiger #don flamenco #lemme know if ya want spo I’ll do it lol

[weirdwritess]

Heart Ache

Y/N finds her boyfriend cheating on her and tells her best friend, Shota. Shota comforts her in this time of need. —————— {y/n} ——————

The young female unlocks the door to her shared apartment, only to be greeted by the sight of her boyfriend on top of another girl. She drops her keys, letting out a choked sob. The boyfriend instantly sat up frantically denying any romantic relations between him and the stranger.

"Babe! C'mon, you know it's not what it looks like!" Her boyfriend yelled after her as she stormed to their room.

"Don't 'Babe' me! It's (l/n) to you! And get the hell out of my apartment!" The (h/c) haired girl yelled back, grabbing a few of his things and tossing them at him. "I never want to see you again, so take your shit and leave." She took his key to the apartment and then shoved him and the girl out the door, slamming and locking it.

"(Y/n), please let me back in. I'm sorry." Her, now ex, boyfriend pleaded; however, she ignored him.

Being alone, (y/n) finally let the tears fall. She slid down the wall, sobbing loudly. Her neatly brushed hair was now messy, her perfectly done mascara was now streaming down her face, and finally her smile. One that could light up the world now gone, replaced with a pained frown. Her mind was racing with thought about why, and what did she do wrong. Those thoughts were soon disrupted by the ding of her phone. At first she ignored it, but the messages kept rolling in. Ding. Ding. Ding. Finally she checked who was texting her so much, assuming it was her ex asking for forgiveness, but she was wrong.

Sleepy Head 💤 : hey can I come over? Hizashi is being annoying.

Sleepy Head 💤: (y/n) please? I'll bring snacks and pizza

Sleepy Head 💤: I know you're off work, maybe you're busy rn but please send a number so I know you're alright

Sleepy Head 💤: (y/n) if you don't answer I will come over in my hero gear and drag Hiza along!

Sleepy Head 💤: answer please. I'm worried for you

Airhead☁️: I'm physically okay Just come over please. I need someone to talk to.

Sleepy Head 💤: on my way

Airhead☁️: don't forget the pizza and snacks

(Y/n) stood up from the ground, setting her phone on the coffee table and sitting on the couch. She couldn't bother to unlock the door since Shota had a key. The heartbroken girl leaned forward grabbed her phone to occupy her while she waited for her best friend and the pizza that should accompany him. Around thirty minutes later she heard the lock click and the door open.

"(Y/n) can you help me with the snacks?" The raspy voice of her best friend called out, obviously carrying way to much. Who could blame him though? He wanted to make sure the fragile girl was always happy, and if she wasn't he'd try his best to help her. Anybody could tell this narcoleptic hero was in love with (y/n). Well, anyone except (y/n) herself.

"Yeah, sure Sho." She smiled weakly, pocketing her phone and standing up. (Y/n) took the bags, placing them on the small kitchen table. "Is that (fav. pizza) I smell~" she cooed, trying to hide her obvious pain.

Shota let out a soft chuckle, "Yes, yes it is. Now what's wrong, where is Futei?" He hands her a plate, which she gladly accepts. A sigh escapes her lips.

"Well I kicked him out." (Y/n) squeezes her eyes shut trying to control her tears. "I walked in after I got off work," she continued shakily, "he was cheating on me with this, this beautiful girl. Futei was trying to play it off as nothing, but I grabbed some of his stuff and shoved him out along with that girl." The fragile girl wiped her tears away, hoping Shota wouldn't notice them. Unfortunately for her he did.

Setting his plate to the side, Shota engulfed her in a warm hug. His calloused hands running through her hair in an attempt to calm her down.

"Shhh it's alright (n/n), breathe okay?" He speaks with a gentle tone, afraid to break her heart even more. (Y/n) hides her face in his shirt, sobbing uncontrollably. After a few minutes she calms down.

"Sorry Shota... I just really needed to cry with someone." She looks up at him obviously hiding other things, but Shota decided not to pressure her into telling him.

"So, do you want to have a Disney movie marathon? We can watch your favorites." Shota questioned the (e/c) eyed girl. She smiled at him weakly, and nodded.

"Any thing to erase him from my memory. For now." The frail girl giggled softly at her pun. She gripped his hand and gently tugged him to the couch. "Thanks for being there for me Shota."

"Anything for you, (n/n)." Shota spoke softly, quite literally meaning what he said.

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if you liked this and want more consider requesting! thank you for reading!

#this is old and from my wattpad book #my hero academia #mha oneshot #aizawa x reader #also this is terrible #weirdwritess mha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #give me ideasssss please #my hero academia x reader #shota aizawa x reader

[i-willstealyourtoes]

HELLO HI YES REQS ARE OPEN SO NOW I’M GONNA SEND SOMETHING BC I LOVE UR CONTENT /GEN

can i get some headcanons for prisoner!hoxton with a guard!reader who doesn’t treat him like shit? like- they don’t take it far like smuggle stuff in or anything, but they also don’t beat him up at any chance given like the other guards. bonus points if hox flirts with them a lot because omg hot guy flirting with just a little fella??? real???

more bonus points if the reader gets really sad after hoxton’s breakout and quits their job. maybe like- they run into each other while hoxton is robbing a bank with the crew 👁👁

i might send another req, but i’ll wait til later bc i don’t want to bombard you with too many reqs at once

also have a song that i’ve been listening to on loop as a gift :D

Bussin song, solid 7.8/10 fr fr- Anyway here we go Hoxton and Bons for the win :]

Hoxton with (nice) guard crush

- Okay so I imagine when Hoxton was first caught, he was expecting every guard (and a lot of inmates) to not like him

- This was both due to his actions as a criminal, but also because he knew his personality can be a bit much for some people

- (Not that he was gonna change it anytime soon)

- Of course, that meant that when he was getting growls, swears and even punches thrown at him, he wasn't surprised

- Even when the guards threw him roughly to the ground and beat him a little too much than they should, he still wasn't surprised

- What did surprise him, was you (awwww)

- He first encountered you, you were just sitting, watching over the inmates when a guard bumped into him

- 'Watch where you're going.'

- 'Why don't you watch where you're going then, c-'

- Of course talking back would earn a hit for disobedience

- But when another joined in, that's when you walked in

- 'Hey, don't team up on him just for talking back. How sensitive are you guys? Keep it together.'

- They grumbled and groaned, but eventually walked away (your glares were enough to make them back off for now)

- As you helped him up, Hoxton couldn't help but notice how good-looking you were

- Obviously, he wasn't gonna start kissing you and proposing just because you did the bare-minimum any 'good' guard should do and you were pretty....

- But maybe a little 'thanks' would be okay?

- 'Cheers mate, what's your name?'

- '(Last name (L/n)). Just call me (L/n).'

- 'Alright, '(L/N)'. 'preciate you doing that. These other guards are a pain in the ass.'

- '....no offense.'

- You shrugged, it makes sense he hates guards anyway

- Anyway, after that Hoxton tended to stick a bit closer to you when he could

- I mean, for some reason the guards seemed to follow your instructions when you told them to back off, so..

- Obviously, he knew you couldn't protect him from getting shoved and stuff, but being with you certainly helped him

- If you ever picked up on it, he would just deny it (embarrassed much?)

- 'Why do you keep walking with me?'

- 'Pfft, what do you mean? I'm pretty sure you're following me, (L/n)...'

- 'Ohhhhh, I get it. You think that I can protect you? That's so funny...!'

- He would just scoff and fake a disgusted face and walk away, cursing you under his breath

- Even if you were right, he'd rather not admit it

- The following years would just be you two being a well-known duo, like partners in crime (not literally of course)

- You would constantly exchange funny jokes and quips

- Although you never returned the favour, he would ABSOLUTELY flirt with you

- Like maybe not all the time, just when it's you two

- If you're walking him to his cell for lights out, he would just say something a little... you know 😏

- 'Night, Hox. Hope you have shit dreams.' (/lh)

- 'Nah, I'll just dream of you.'

- (Omg kicking my feet and giggling rn)

- When he was broken out of the prison, it was admittedly a little sad for you since you never got to even say bye :(

- It was even worse when the prison decided to fire all their guards and hire new, 'better ones' so that there was a blank start

- But it did get better one day, when you were getting a coffee in the mall, when all of sudden-

- SMASH

- BANG BANG BANG

- Uh oh, robbery

- You better run- wait is that Hoxton???

- It actually seemed they were just going through the mall after robbing the bank nearby

- As they rushed past, one of them spilled your coffee

- And in that moment, you decided to say something that changed your life

- 'HEY, YOU SPILLED MY COFFEE ASSHOLE-'

- Luckily, Hoxton was the first to turn around, eyes widening as he noticed it was you

- 'Heh, well look who it is? Officer (L/n).. you aren't here to cuff me are you?'

- 'You wish. I actually got fired, so I can't anyway.'

- The van had arrived, and the others were calling for Hoxton to get in

- 'You looking for a job then?'

- 'Got one, actually. But it's boring.'

- As he stepped into the van, he held out a hand for you to take

- 'Wanna do something better then?'

- '.....you know what?'

- You took his hand, much to his glee

- '....sure, let's see where this goes, Hox.'

- (sorry I posted this without finishing it mb Crunchy)

#x reader #payday #payday 2 #payday the heist #payday 2 x reader #hoxton payday 2 #hoxton payday

[kirai0daisy]

It's been a while since i saw mlbb x reader content, if you know Nolan's character well, can you pls write a nolan x reader fic (fluff)? If it's alright, can reader be a multiversal traveler as well?

Thank you!

NOLAN X MULTİVERSAL TRAVELER!FEMALE!READER HEADCANONS+ONE-SHOT(S)

! IT WİLL BE GOİNG TO 2 PART, AFTER I REALSE THİS ILL SEND THE OTHER PART !

Warnings/Not really warnings: I wanted to make reader female since it would've more fit up with the story, Im so sorry if this is what you werent expecting. Starting with a little bit of angst and ending with a fluff, You are Layla's mom (I thinked so hard to what should ı write for here so I hope you can understand), Killing, Long-waitied times, etc.

PLEASE LİKE MY POST I REALY SPENT MY 2 HOURS ON THİS

IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAİT I WAS SO BUSY WİTH THE CRAM SCHOOL AND SCHOOL😭😭

By the way, not people working for MLBB maked Layla's dad finally come with milk PAHSKSJ- sorry but I think its a little bit funny other then its sad

(I dont know why but while I was writing this, I listened "Panic At The Disco - House Of Memories" I think listening a song that matches with the request, brings me more.. Maketion? (I dont like saying creation)) lets start

I dont know too much about Nolan since he is the new chracter but I'll try my best

∞

• When Layla, you and NOLAN's brightest star has born, people said bad things will happen to Land Of Dawn. To Eruditio(?). Very bad things that most of the people couldnt even survive.

• No one really tried to save the Land Of Dawn. Other then your husband, Nolan.

• Nolan said he will go to save Eruditio. You have always wondered, why all of the people he needed to go? Why did you guys have needed to be seperated..?

You of course didnt want your husband to be in danger but Nolan said "I will be okey, love. Please dont worry about me and just take care of our 'brightest start'" and hold Layla gently, kissing her forhead and looking at Layla lovingly. Tears were coming to your eyes and making your vision blury. You gulped and didnt said anything while lowering your head a little bit. Nolan noticed this and slowly putted Layla to her little bed and then turned to you.

You were watching him, knowing this is you guys last moments before he need to leave this universe, and maybe not even come back...

He made his way toward to you and gently pulled you to a hug, rubbing your back and stroked your head slowly. As you hug him tightly, scared for him to diseppeir before even telling you. He just kissed your head again and again while you were sliently crying. (NOT 'LOST ON YOU' AND 'M' STARTED TO PLAY WHEN I WAS WRİTİNG THİS, HELP IM GOİNG TO CRY RN 💀) Your head on his chest and hands wrapped around him.

"I'm really sorry my love but we both know that I need to go" you nodded your head and whiped your tears off "I know.. Its just I dont want to be seperated from you" you said looking at him. Nolan smiled sadly "I know love but I'm strong enaugh to come back"

• That night, when Layla was suprisingly sleeping deeply, you guys spend the night together. Cuddling, kissing each other, talking, eating and whatever you guys want to do before he was gone. And you guys sleept together while cuddling to each other.

As you woked up, you already knew there is was something,.. Missing-? When you remembered last night, you looked at the bed but there is was no one. You looked all around the house but only to find a very nice sleeping Layla. It would be so awesome and cute to find her sleeping like that. But you couldnt think of that.

As you understand what was happened, you crouch down and started to cry again quitly while looking at Layla. One of the things Nolan left before not even saying a 'Goodbye' to you...

• Nolan was both feeling a little bit guilty and sad. Why? He was feeling guilty because he didnt said a goodbye to you. But he was know that if he ever talk to you before going, it would be really hard for both of you to leave each other. So he couldnt say anything to you but left a letter and that thing when you open, you guys family picture would show up where no know but only you can find.

∞

• seconds after seconds, minutes after minutes, hours after hours, days after days, weeks after weeks, months after months and finally, years after years, it has been 12 years.

• Layla, you guys brightest star (the one in my team, who suck plays, and the one in the enemy team, who plays LİKE A BİT-) has been 12 years old now.

• You have collapsed. Both mentaily and pyshcily(?). You haved heavy depression, barely could sleep and eat something. Sure you would seem a little bad to outside. But how could you care? You werent tryna impress anyone after all. The only love you will have is Nolan, the one and only love of your life.

• But of course you didnt raised your daugther bad, you showed her kindness, love, affection (everything my mom didnt showed to me :3), everything a child needs. You didnt raised her spoiled too, she is really cute and perfect.

• But every second you spend without Nolan was like a another dagger getting stuck on your heart. İt was painful. Very painful that you were even suprised how you can spend time without Nolan.

• That was enaugh. Just like how he did to himself, you were going to split your soul in billions or maybe even more. Just to find his true form.

• One of your soul was going to be in here, in eruditio. And the others will be going to find him. Find the love of your love. Find Nolan.

You kissed Layla's cheek while she was sleeping. This is was be the last time the original you is going to see her so you are was going to miss your daugther thats for sure, but your other soul will be took good care of her so you didnt worry too much "We will be reunion together again, my little star"

• As you continue travel multiverse, different universes, helping Nolan's other souls to clean the universes again, again and again, after 4 years of searching Nolan, you have finally find him.

'Another soul.. But at least I'm helping him' you tought to yourself as the Nolan's one of souls told you where you can find him. You thanked him and changed your coordinates. You think the original Nolan have should know what was happening but wasnt really sure.

When you have reach the coordinates, there stands Nolan. But you felt something. Something needy, desperate, (not in that way hornys 😡) and most importantly; missing..

All the souls were the same. But you can select your Nolan out of all those other souls. So when you see him, your eyes widened. Your heart started to beat more faster. And tears were coming to your eyes. You slowly and quitly maded your way towards behind him.

He of course felt a presence. Similar. Very similar to someone.. But suprisingly you werent a monster. You were a human and doesnt have bad initantions. So he just stayed still and acted like he didnt know your presence. He was an assasin, if you are tryna do something to him, he would be quick to react.

You get behind him only 3 steps and then you could have reunion again. Why did you stop? You dont know too. Tears were coming from your eyes "Nolan.." you said quitly but only for him to hear.

A voice. Very fimilar one. His eyes widened and slowly turned around. Only to see his only lover "My Love-?" he said.

∞

EYO FİNALLYYYY. I FİNALLY FİNİSHED THİS PART. ILL SEND THE OTHER ONE AS FAST AS I CAN. BUT PLEASE LOVE MY POST SO I CAN GET WHAT I DESERVE

#request

[sorcerous-caress]

Sending this all in one ask even though it's technically four different things, hope that's alright-

1. Ik it's small and just in the tags but the Sol response for the soulmates post is so 💞

2. I really liked the writing in your Yurgir post, just thought it was really neat and I liked your wordings (I could not come up with a better way to word this, though- my bad). Let him protect Tav!! Even though he's also completely wrecking them <3

3. I agree really hard on the backgrounds giving dialog options. It really feels like it should be a thing- I think maybe all background affects dialog wise, is whether or not your character gets the Baldurian tag..? But that might just be a race thing (in which you'd either get Baldurian or Underdark. Or... Nothing for githyanki? Unless they have the Planar tag? Idk)

I may not be able to have the option in game, but in my mind's eye my noble Tav introduced themselves proudly with their full name, and Astarion immediately poked fun at them for how much of a mess their family is known to be. Them most likely recognizing Wyll as the Ravengard son and assuming he'd know of them as well but he straight up doesn't. Beautiful stuff

-Tressym anon

Thank you for taking the time to write this! Love hearing your thoughts <3

1 - You read it!! I didn't think anyone would notice, I'm so happy. I really want to add them to the several characters mini-lists I make but I always hesitate because since the post will leave my blog tags, I don't want it to feel like I'm forcing my OC into the fandom main media?

So I just leave it in the tags for my readers to hopefully find, since only you guys know about Sol and will see the OG post while most people will see reblogs of reblogs without my tags.

It's like, while Halsin embraces fate and has faith in it, Sol and Minthara do not. They realise how incredibly lucky they are to have met you. Sol condems fate for being so pitiful, how easily they'd have never met you and just spent their life hiding their true self and following their family.

While Minthara fears fate, she knows she would've killed you under any other circumstances. She dreads the idea of never waking up from her brainwashing, be it from Lolth or the Absolute.

2 - I'm glad to hear you liked it! I can't stress how I will never get tired of hearing this or how these comments never get redundant to me. Honestly, I'm having a really bad day rn but still pushed out a fic bc I felt like it's been a while, it makes me feel appreciated when people tell me they liked anything about my works. So thank you again from the deepest of my heart.

3- omfg, the Astarion idea is gold. He would totally have gossip on most noble families since he spent so much time in the upper city. You'd be announce yourself and titles so proudly and he'd be like "didn't your cousin runaway with that barmaid and leave his wife and three kids behind?"

Or playful banter with Wyll since he came from nobility originally, the two of your characters could've seen each other as kids or something before the whole Mizora thing and he'd be like "wait...I remember you! You're that kid who stole my piece of cake during my birthday party"

Also imagine insulting Gortash during his coronation with a noble background, basically calling hime fake nobility and how he doesn't know the first thing about rulling or etiquette.

Maybe when you come back to the city, you already have an account made in the bank and don't need to start another? Maybe you get pickpocketed quite often because you "look rich" and if you sleep at any camp besides the elfsong tavern, you remain restless and don't heal to full.

Being an obnoxious noble sounds way too fun. A spoiled rich person who has to trudge around in the mud in the underdark and complain about their silk clothes getting absolutely ruined while the party snicker behind you.

Imagine teaching Lae'zel and Shadowheart how to slow dance <3 or taking Karlach to a very fancy restaurant reservation during her date in act 3!

#♡Noble tav #♡tressym anon

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crumbling walls. [blurb.]

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summary | when bucky sees what happens to you at night, you decide to finally show him everything you’ve been keeping inside.

pairing | bucky barnes x avenger!reader

warnings | hurt comfort, implications of poor mental health and insomnia, soft!bucky, the “there was only one bed” trope lmao, eun not knowing how to write about avengers or missions :^)

word count | 425

requested by @bleu-blossom | hi babe!!! I think I’m early, but I’m excited about the blurb night and I wanted to submit a requestttttt if ur willing to accept it🥺 what about some hurt/comfort with bucky? I rlly need some comfort rn :( okey so, hear me out: bucky and reader are friends, they have feelings for each other but they didnt confess it to one another yet. maybe all the avengers are on a mission and bucky and her have to sleep together bc there’s no room, but the reader doesn’t want to sleep with him because she has been dealing with anxiety and with insomnia all on her own and nobody knew besides Tony or Steve, idk. Well, when the moment when they have to sleep together arrives and they are in bed, she just breaks down and buck has to calm her and comfort her… sending hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs to you, sweet eun!!!!! -mar

an | mar!! omgomg okay i’m so sorry this is so late but! thanks so much for sending in this request i really love writing bucky hurtcomfort so! i hope you enjoy sweet friend <3

It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine.

You’re doing your best to convince yourself that what’s about to happen is completely okay, that you can totally sleep in the same bed as Bucky without having a complete meltdown. Pacing back and forth in your pair of old t-shirt and shorts, you jump as you hear your bedmate entering from the adjacent bathroom.

“Y/n?” the man’s voice is soft, concerned. As you face away from Bucky, you try your hardest to keep your hands from shaking. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take the floor? Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve-”

“No, it’s okay,” you assure him quickly, whipping around and forcing a smile onto your face. Nodding at you, your teammate doesn’t seem convinced, but says no more as the two of you climb into the bed from either side. You tuck yourself under the scratchy sheets, blinking back tears as you gaze up at the bumpy ceiling above you.

When Bucky reaches over and switches off the lamp on his bedside table to leave the two of you in complete overwhelming darkness, you can’t help it; a pitiful whimper of anxiety sounds in your throat as a tear slips down the side of your cheek.

“Hey-” Bucky’s instantly murmuring, switching back on the light in a fraction of a second. Humiliation burns in your gut as you cover your face with your hands, letting out a quiet sob. “Y/n, sweetheart, what’s goin’ on?” A gentle hand lands on your shoulder, the large man radiating warmth as he scoots closer to you, doing all he can to keep himself from simply wrapping you up in his arms.

“I-I’m sorry, Bucky. I-… I don’t know what’s gotten into me, I-”

“Hey, shhh,” he hums his flesh hand coming up to wrap around one of your own, prying it gently from your tear-soaked face. “It’s alright, dove. No need to apologize. Just wanna help you, doll. Think you can tell me what’s on your mind?”

Swallowing hard, you exhale harshly through your nose, your mind racing to come up with some sort of believable excuse, anything to ease Bucky’s worries about you. But in the end, you know it’d be no use. As you bring your eyes up to meet his soft warm gaze, you can’t help but melt back into the pillow beneath your head, something within you breaking- a wall you worked so high to build now coming crashing down.

“Bucky,” you breathe, shaking your head. “There’s so much I need to tell you.”

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