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can I request remus and anxious!reader where he asks her to be his, but she is worried that remus will think that she is too much to take care of?
thank you for your request angel!! this was fun to write <3
remus lupin x fem!anxious!reader, 1.3k words
Remus turns up unannounced at your door with a huge bouquet of flowers. You think you know where this is going.
“Hey,” he says, smiling a brilliant smile that sets your heart aflame. “You look nice. Can I come in?”
You don’t look nice, at least not in your opinion. You’re in your pyjamas, a loose tank and a pair of flannel pants, fresh out of the shower with your damp hair hanging limp over your shoulders. But you can’t not let him in. You like him too much.
“Uh— sure. Yeah, come in. Sorry about the mess.” You kick a stray shoe to the side to prevent him tripping in your doorway, embarrassed.
“Don’t start,” he tells you, fondly exasperated as he toes off his shoes. He closes the door behind him and then turns back to you, holding the bouquet out. “These are for you, by the way.”
You’d guessed. Still, you’re very very happy to get them. He’s given you flowers before, ones he’s picked on the way to your place or a rose, once, on your last birthday, but never a bouquet. You take it from him, fingers brushing his at the stalks.
“Thank you,” you say quietly. You can’t imagine how much they cost him. It’s the fullest bouquet you’ve ever seen, petals bursting out of the tissue paper in pretty pinks and whites and creams. You don’t try to fight the smile working it’s way onto your lips. “They’re really pretty.”
Remus grins and raises one shoulder in a shrug. “Pretty flowers for a pretty girl.”
“Remus,” you whine, heat building in your cheeks at an alarming rate.
Remus laughs, surprised. “What?”
You glare, fierce as you can when you’re so infatuated with him. He’s making this hard for you and he knows it. “Nothing. Come on, come through, I’ll find a vase.”
You lead the way through your entryway and into the kitchen. Remus sits at your kitchen island and watches while you find a vase for your flowers and fill it with water from the tap. You feel his gaze like laser beams and try not to think about how much skin your pyjama top is showing right now, how much you don’t actually care because you want him to look at you.
“Stop looking at me,” you say anyway, though you know he won’t listen.
“No, I don’t think I will.” Typical.
“You’re awful.”
“Thanks, gorgeous.”
You sigh and finish setting up your flowers, setting them on the kitchen island. Remus smiles at you like a fool when you meet his eyes.
“Do you want a drink?” You ask, desperate to do something other than be under his gaze.
“No. I want to ask you something.”
Your heart stutters. This could go a million ways and you’re not sure which way you’d prefer. You sit down across from him and try not to fall right off your chair.
“Okay,” you say quietly, playing with your hands, pulling at your fingers. “Ask away, then.”
Remus doesn’t say anything right away. He slides his hands across the counter and pushes them over yours, stopping your mindless fiddling. You let him take your hands in his. They’re warm, rough but soft in the places that count. His fingers thread through yours and your heart does a backflip.
“Look at me?” He asks, voice soft as silk. You’re glad he’s stopped joking around but somehow his sweet patience is worse.
You look up, meeting his eyes. Remus beams.
“Hi,” he says, grinning.
You huff a laugh through your nose. “Hi,” you say back.
Remus strokes the back of your hand with his thumb. “Look, I’m not gonna beat around the bush,” he says, words measured as if he’s being careful to not worry you. You both despise and adore how patient he is with you. “I want to ask you something, and if you don’t like it, please feel free to kick me out of your house. Okay?”
You swallow the lump in your throat, wondering if the hammering of your heart is for a good reason or a bad. “I’m not gonna kick you out of my house, Remus.”
“You might.”
You shake your head firmly. “I won’t.”
Remus takes a deep breath, and you watch his chest rise and fall.
“I really like you,” he says. “And as much as I enjoy being friends, I think I’d like to be more.”
You blink. You can barely open your mouth, feeling like your lips have been glued shut. “More?” You manage.
Remus nods. “Yeah.”
You don’t know why but you suddenly feel like crying. You’re not oblivious, you’d known Remus liked you at least a little bit more than just a friend. You’ve gone over this moment countless times in your head, content with it happening in your head but never in real life. You’re a fish out of water. You swallow.
“Remus,” you say, trying not to sound like you’re rejecting him. “I … I don’t know.”
Remus blinks.
“Not— I mean, it’s not because of you,” you say in a desperate rush. You untangle your hands from his and wrap your fingers around his wrists instead. “I like you, Remus. You know I do. It’s just— I don’t think you’d … I’m a lot of work,” you finish dejectedly.
Remus gives you a looks like a kicked puppy. “What? Y/N, that doesn’t—“
“No, listen, Remus,” you say, desperate for him to understand. “I’m not— I wouldn’t be a good girlfriend. You already do so much for me, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to do more.” Remus knows about your anxiety. It’s one of the reasons you like him so much, because he knows and doesn’t seem to mind, doesn’t treat you any differently for it. Still, “You’d get tired of me.”
Remus genuinely looks like he might cry. He releases your hands and gets up, and for one terrifying second you think he’s leaving you, that he’s already sick of you and your worries, that he doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore. But he only rounds the kitchen island and gets so close to you you can smell his cologne.
“Can I give you a hug?” He asks in a soft murmur. “Please?”
You nod. Remus only hesitates for a half a second before wrapping his arms around you, pulling your head to his stomach, a hand in your damp hair. He’s warm and firm, tall, all-encompassing. He’s hugged you before but never like this. Never like he wants to hold all the pieces of you together in case you fall apart. You might just.
You weasel your arms around his tummy and try not to squeeze too hard. Remus strokes the back of your head, once, twice, three times. He doesn’t seem to mind your wet hair, the dampness slowly soaking into his soft t-shirt.
“Sweetheart,” he says gently. “I want you to know that none of that matters to me. Only you matter. I don’t care if I have to look after you, I wouldn’t care if I had to carry you around like a log everywhere we went. I want to look after you.”
You squeeze him harder.
“I don’t want to burden you,” you say into his t-shirt.
Remus makes a sad noise and pulls back, hands climbing to your neck. He encourages your face from his stomach gently, fingers pushing your hair out of the way so he can cup your jaw.
“You won’t be a burden,” he says. “You’re not. I like you just the way you are. I could never get tired of you, honey. Every time I see you it’s like I’m seeing you for the first time all over again.”
There’s a pause in which you look at each other, a lot of big, beautiful feelings in the way you study each other’s faces. Your heart pounds in your chest. You know your decision has already been made, was probably made the second he appeared at your door, maybe the moment you met him however long ago. He’s lovely, the best person you’ve ever met. You like him enough to put aside your worries and be with him, if that’s what he wants.
And it is what he wants. Suddenly you feel so happy you could burst.
“Okay,” you say hoarsely, emotion thick in your throat. You nod, not caring how desperate you look. “Yes.”
Remus’ answering smile is bruising. “Yeah?” He says, pleased and almost as giddy as you. His eyes light up like stars and you know you could’ve never said no to him. “You’ll be mine? Let me look after you for ever and ever?”
A giggle bubbles out of you before you can stop it. You beam up at him. “Only if you let me look after you, too.”
Remus thumbs the hollow under your eye slowly, his touch like fireworks along your skin, leaning close like he’s gonna kiss you. You’re surprised to realise you really, really want him to.
“I think that can be arranged.”
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The Only One | Heath Ledger & Reader
Warning : Don't copy my writing Don't steal my writing. All rights are reserved for my writing
Genre : angst Hurt Broken
Summary : The Breaking Up With Your Boyfriend Heath Ledger..
Word count : 3.k+
The Light Of the sun was making your skin shined while you was sitting on the chair in the kitchen drinking your coffee but your mind was so busy your thoughts was about heath your boyfriend who still sleeping deeply in the bedroom
You loved heath from the bottom of your heart but that was enough he was always busy he never be there for you when you was having depression
You never Felt His Love Again..No Matter What
While your mind was busy just remembering all the beautiful moments and memories with him just remembering his sweet words his kisses his cuddles and how his arms was hiding you from the world
One tear escaped from your eye you wiped it gently by your finger that was enough for you you made a big decision will change everything in your life and his life too
You noticed him walking in the living room making his way to you he was rubbing his eyes gently looking like innocent baby
The innocent face you had always loved..
Heath? - You whispered as looking at him waiting for his raspy morning voice to be heard'
Hey darling..how's your morning - He replied sleepy as getting closer and before his lips touched the skin of your cheek
You put your finger on his lips as looking at him silently
Is everything okay darling? - He whispered as his shiny gaze was staring at yours
We need to talk - you replied calmly as giving him a look to sit down on his chair
He felt nervous and anxious because he knew that tone of your voice the serious tone showing there's nothing to joke about.
I'm listening baby - he explained calmly and you felt his fingers massaged your hand trying to give you some love
He know he spent a lot of time far away from you just filming some movies and be with his friends sometimes he was coming home late and that's why he was trying to make it up by his actions
Heath it's something serious and i hope you understand and listen to every word i will say - you explained as noticed his expression was nervous but he nodded silently
Heath i loved you and you know that right? - you asked him calmly
And i loved you too - he whispered as his fingers keep touching your hand
That word..you know he loved you so much like you did that's made everything you will say hard for you so much
Your heart want to give another chance but your mind..having different opinion
Heath i made a big decision I've been thinking about it from long time - you replied calmly as he keep silent but somehow he felt he knew what the next words
His grip on your hand tighten more as his shiny brown eyes was looking at you begging you to not say the thing he never wanted to hear
Heath I'm breaking up with you - you confessed calmly making him keep silent
His heart was breaking almost stopped beating for a few seconds his mind was trying to realize what did his ears heard from your voice
I'm breaking up with you
You're joking right? Please say you're really joking - he whispered begged you as his fingers keep touching your hands his expression was shocked mixed with nervously
I'm serious - you replied coldly that coldness tone made his heart almost froze he's not feeling your warmth anymore
But why? Why what happened what did you please tell me to make it up i need to know - he asked you as his hands cupped your face and looked into your eyes
You won't left all this love behind your back aren't you?
You keep silent as looking into his shiny eyes he was holding his tears trying to not look weak in front you. He's not embarrassed to be weak but he want to be a fighter for your love
You won't leave me?
You won't let my heart alone?
YES I'M - you spoke loudly as your tears started falling burning the skin of your cheeks making him silent
Why? Just tell me and i will do everything - he whispered as keep cupping your face
It's enough heath you was never there when i needed you..it's been a long time since i felt your love
You confessed everything you was hiding in your broken heart making his tears started falling just like yours too he just realize everything he was doing from a few months
I'm sorry i should be better for you - he whispered as closing his eyes letting his forehead touched yours
But your sorry won't heal me - you whispered making him opened his eyes and looked into yours
Let me make it up..let me show my life - he whispered as he was leading closer to you he wanted something
He wanted his lips to touch yours
No heath it's enough - you replied as pulled away from him and letting your foots standing you up
He keep silent but he stand up like you he started walking towards you and his arms wrapped around your waist hugging you from behind tightly
I can't let you go..i can't give up on myself - he whispered softly against your ear his tears was falling he can't fight anymore
You keep silent trying to ignore him completely as your body tries to escape from his but his grip was tight as his mouth close to your ear
You want to leave me? Put me behind your back and walked away not looking back at me - he whispered softly against your ear
Not hugging me or kissing me anymore?
Not feeling your arms around me in the night
Not letting my breath touching yours
Is that what you want Baby?
Yes - you whispered making his heart broken he never wanted this answer he never wanted to give up on you but deep inside he knew
He can't force himself on you..he can't hurt you by keep trying like that
Do me a last favor and i promise..i will let you go - he whispered as turned you to face him
You looked at him silently but suddenly he cupped your face put his lips against yours in passionate kiss
He kissed you and his arms wrapped around your waist pulled you closer to him because he knew in few minutes he won't be able to touch you or kiss you to feel your body against his
He wanted to show you his love for the last time maybe you will change your mind
You wrapped your arms around his neck and letting your fingers touching his curly blonde hair and his tears was falling but you didn't pulled away because it's for the last time and..
The Last Kiss
Please it's us..just remember everything - he whispered between the kiss as your fingers wiped his tears from his cheek
You pulled away from the kiss as looking into his dark brown eyes for the last time that look made him realize he will never be enough to change your mind he can't do anything to you
His eyes watching you started walking upstairs making your way to the bedroom to take your stuff and everything will remained him of you
I promised you to let you go even when i never wanted it to happen - he whispered to himself as watching you disappear upstairs.
He let you entered the bedroom to take everything about you away from his apartment even when he adored you
Even when your breath your touch your smile and voice was just like life to him
Even when you're..
The Only One..
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Hello wonderful
If you have time could you write about stucky's little who has fainting spells? Sometimes when I get too hot i end up passing out, all the noise goes kinda fuzzy and I can only focus on one object in front of me before everything goes black. Maybe the reader faints when they are out at the park/zoo and they both get scared because they forgot that happens to their little?
Hi there love!
Oh no i'm so sorry it happens to you! I really hope you're okay when you have to go through that, It must be hard. Please be careful and take care of you sweetie! ❤️
I hope you like how I wrote your request and I hope it wasn't too long.
Enjoy <33
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Warnings : fainting spells, lots of sun, zoo, doctors, worried daddies, caring daddies, lost little reader, aftercare
Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader
Summary : all you wanted was a perfect day at the zoo
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You finally have the chance to see the koalas. They're in front of you, some of them hidding but the most beautiful koala you've ever seen is just in front of you, behind that giant window.
You had been waiting for weeks, months even before you finally hear a yes from your Daddies's mouths. You couldn't contain your joy from that moment until you step inside the parc.
Your Daddies didn't liked the idea of going to the zoo because it's a big place and knowing you, they knew you would only run around without caring if they're behind you or not. So they were really stressed and anxious whenever you ask them again to go there for a day and they had to come up with an excuse.
But they can't prive you from the funny things of the world so they eventually said yes. Which is why you're here now, gazing at this beautiful koala with your mouth wide open and stars in your eyes.
"it's beautiful, isn't ?" Your Papa smiles as he takes a steps forward. He rests a hand on your shoulder "it's just like you when you're wrapping yourself around us whenever you're in our arms" your Daddy teases as he takes a steps toward you too.
You couldn't thing about anything else, the loud sun peering behind the koala, hitting your head in the process doesn't bother you more than that, the loud chatters from people around you don't bother you so much, neither do the smell of food mixed with the smell of all the animals around because your mind doesn't focus on all of that.
Your Papa's hand slide up to your forehead because he wanted to put away some hairs that were in front of your eyes but he stops when he feels how hot your head is.
‘’Bucky’’ he discreetly calls to not alarm you. Bucky calmly walks closer and gives his husband a question look.
Steve’s eyes fall on his hand before going back in your Daddy’s, signaling him what he has to do. Bucky slowly and naturally rests his hand on your forehead once Steve moved his and his eyes immediately go wide.
‘’Baby ?’’ His eyes rest now on you ‘’are you feeling okay ?’’
You didn’t wanted to leave so you hadn’t told your daddies that you started to feel too hot to your liking. After the koalas you were supposed to go see the Penguins so it would be a place a lot more fresher than now. You had hoped it helped to make you feel better.
‘’Mh-mh’’ you nod your little head as your eyes stay glued to the beautiful animal in front of you.
‘’put your hat on, please’’ Your Papa orders in a gentle but firm voice. If you still feel fine then it’s not gonna last long with your head heat.
You whine quietly because you have to look away for a second to go in your bag and pull out your hat. But the way your Papa had spoke told you enough to not disobey him.
As you look down after putting your bag on the ground, you suddenly feel your head spinning just by the little movement of looking down instead of right in front of you. You lose your balance and extend your hand to try to grab your Papa’s leg so you’ll stay on your feet.
Your Daddies didn’t noticed until you fell on the ground that something were wrong but once they did, all their attention go on you.
Steve is quick to pick you up after you hadn’t respond his call while Bucky shout at everyone to move off of their way and to the staffs to do something.
You were quickly taken under care. The doctors of the park were quick to come meet you and they take your Daddies and you with them, toward a place quieter and hidden from eyes.
‘’Lie her here’’
The older doctor walk toward you once your Papa agreed to let you go and start his examen.
Questions and questions were thrown at your Daddies like ;
Ad she eaten anything since breakfast ?
Did she wear a hat ?
Did she had sunglasses on her eyes ?
Did she had enough water ?
Did they avoid areas that are too exposed to the sun?
They answered each one of them with the hope of finding what happened.
The doctor came to the conclusion that the sun had hit your head to much and said that you needed rest. They proposed to let you there until you feel better.
‘’Does it happen often ?’’ The young doctor asks as he pulls a blanket above you and rest a glass of water beside the hospital bed.
Bucky shakes his head ‘’no it ne- fuck yes’’ he breathes out after réalisation hit him. He runs a hand in his hair as now both of the doctors have their eyes on him ‘’ it already happened’’
He turns to Steve who looked at him with wide eyes. How could’ve they forgot such a thing ?
‘’It already happened ?’’ The older one ask ‘’ can you tell me the frequency of the fainting spells ?’’
‘’We- we don’t really know, it happened only three times since we-‘’ Bucky doesn’t finish his sentence.
‘’explain to us the situation of when it happened please’’
‘’Well the first time it was after we moved out. We just brought a house a few months after we meet her and at the end of the last day of moving she faints in the living room.’’
‘’The second time it happened we weren’t there. She stayed with a friend of us who loves her and they went to the parc and had a fun day out. Right before going in the shower before her bedtime she faints’’
‘’And the last-
‘’okay so she faints when she has too much exercices ?’’ The young doctor asks
‘’It’s not possible. We have a lots of days like those and it doesn’t happen each time’’ Steve states.
‘’It’s normal it doesn’t happen each time. Usually it’s factors that change and we cannot alway plan what will happen before it happens. Sometimes there are signs and other times there aren’t any’’ the older one say.
‘’Now that we know it’s not only because of the sun, we’re not gonna call an ambulance but I advice you to go see a doctor. He will be able to help you and her through it. Maybe someone in who you have your trust in’’ he adds.
They know the perfect person for that.
The doctors leave the room you were all in to give you some quiet. They said to take all the moment you needed and that they’ll come every fifteen minutes to check in.
Bucky kneels at your head’s level and runs his fingers gently in your soft hair, he presses a sweet kiss on your forehead, waiting patiently for you to open your eyes.
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A few minutes later which was an eternity for your Daddies. Your little eyes start to blink at the unknown room you’re in.
You let out a tired moan which immediately got your Daddies’s attentions. ‘’ princess ?’’
You look to the side and see both of your favorite men sitting beside you, their big hands around your little one ‘’hi there my sweet love’’ Bucky smiles with relief in his eyes as he finally sees your beautiful eyes
‘’Are you feeling okay ? Do you want some water ?’’ Your Papa asked, already on his feet to give you the glass before you even respond.
But you whine and shake your head which cause him to stop his movement ‘’alright but don’t hesitate to tell us when you want it’’
You nod your head and close your eyes, you just want to sleep
‘’you’re tired babydoll ?’’ Your Daddy’s fingertips keep massaging your scalp and hairs which make you want to sleep even more. You sigh through your nose and nod your head.
‘’Alright, rest sweetie. We don’t have to worry about the day, we still have lots of time to keep the visit and if you don’t have the strength to do it anymore then it’s totally okay, we can come back another day’’ your Papa whispers in your ear
‘’We’ll take care of you, always. You’ll never have to support your pain alone, no matter what pain it is. We’ll always be there, always’’
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hi! may i request junkerqueen with a s/o who is overworked and kinda anxious about it? need some comfort lol
Overworked! Reader - Kiriko, Junkerqueen & Widowmaker
Genre: fluff + comfort
CW: Widow being inept when it comes to emotions, Hanzo Appearance, Junkerqueen trying her best, very self indulgent tbh
i was weirdly excited to write this + there is *someone* else I know who ALSO tends to overwork themselves and not get enough sleep >~> so maybe if she sees this she’ll cave lol
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Junkerqueen
whether it’s for school or work or something else, she doesn’t understand why you’re pushing yourself so hard
you’re such an amazing person!! what more do you have to prove?
she notices the signs a little late tbh but doesn’t want to stress you even more by having a serious conversation
so she leaves you be
it isn’t until she notices you constantly shaking your legs/hands and pacing that she feels the need to step in
“y’alright baby? you seem…stressed.”
you try to reassure her that you’re just so close to finishing this project
but of course you’ve been saying that for the past week
just because you keep taking on more and more work cause you’re scared to say no
“you’re gonna work yourself to death like this, hon.”
she backs off for a bit and you think you can get it done
until she comes back and drapes a blanket around your shoulders and kneels down in front of you
she’s so huge she’s eye level
holds a cup of water to your lips and makes you drink
“you’re taking a break, okay? let’s go take a bath.”
you don’t really get a choice cause it’s come willingly or she will drag you to the bathtub
rubs your hair and asks you to tell her what you’re thinking as a way to organise your thoughts and settle your anxiety
catches the warning signs way earlier next time and stops it before it gets worse
Kiriko
kiriko herself probably takes on way more work than she can possibly handle for herself
but that’s ok cause what she’s really worried about is you
when you’re constantly tense and hunched over one document or the next, just trying to memorise everything you need for midterms
you KNOW all of the material too but you’re so worried you’re gonna forget it all
Kiriko just watches you with a sigh, wondering if she should intervene
probably asks another chronic overworker (Hanzo) for advice
comes home one day with all your favourite stuff
comes up behind you while you’re studying and hugs you tightly
kissing your neck and rubbing your shoulders
“let’s take a break baby, okay? i got you ice cream”
literally pries you away from your work and brings you to the couch
brings over all the snacks and drinks she got and starts your favorite movie
lays on the couch with you on top of her, tugging at your hair and rubbing your back
Widow
she doesn’t do anything she doesn’t want to so it’s confusing to her when you’re taking on a bunch of extra work
“i can’t let them down!”
you’re trying to be calm but she notices the way you’re constantly on the verge of tears
probably really frustrated on your behalf too
goes and threatens talks to whoever is forcing all of this extra work on you
when you come home with a lighter work load you’re happier but still anxious, wondering if they’re giving you less cause they’re going to get rid of you
so now she’s confused over your anxiety
before bed one night and wraps you up in her arms and wraps her legs around you too
it’s weird but the pressure is nice???
“what are you doing”
“your heart is racing, chérie.”
she holds you tightly until you’re relaxed enough to fall asleep
ponders how she can make you feel better tomorrow morning
masterlist
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HIII!!! i'm so glad to see someone who writes for ryro😭💘 could u do ryan ross x reader hcs in which the reader is likeee anxious or in a bad mood or something & ryan comforts her?? ^_^ something sweet n fluffy please!!
✰a/n: HI ANON !!! thank u for being my first request!!! sorry if it isn’t exactly what you wanted, it’s my first time doing headcanons for him and I wanted it to be somewhat realistic. this one came at the right time tbh, i’ve been very stressed and anxious about college applications and shit so this was definitely needed. I love ryro and understand the struggle of not seeing enough people write for him, haha. hope u have a good day !!!
✰RYAN ROSS — headcanons for ryan with an anxious s/o !!!
✰warnings: mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, and just overall being stressed or having bad days. dont worry though, there’s comfort and lots of fluff!!
— i honestly feel like despite being an amazing lyricist, ryan probably struggles with actually saying things to comfort someone or talk to them.
— he’s probably dealt with how own anxiety and knows how it can hit randomly or what can bring it on and he knows how to deal with it
— that being said, he definitely doesn’t like to see his own s/o suffer from it as well.
— if you’re expecting to have a bad day at work he’ll send you a message before you leave to cheer you up
— probably something simple like “have a good day at work, you got this :) -ryan”
— he definitely will play you a song on the guitar if you ask him to, though he’s a little shy about it.
— he sings super quiet at first but gets louder when he notices that you calmed down after hearing his voice.
— if you’re a dog person he let’s you play with dottie and cuddle her !!!
— if you get home from a really bad day you don’t even have to speak, he just sees it on your face and gives you a hug without saying anything.
— once or if you start crying he’ll rub your back and just whisper in your ear to let it out :((
— if you need to rant he is an AMAZING listener. he may not contribute much to the conversation but he’ll listen and give advice if you ask.
— y’know that lyric ‘melt your headaches call it home”?
— yeah he emphasizes the FUCK out of that lyric when he sings that song to you if you’re having a bad day.
— i feel like he’d have a thing for playing with your hair to get you to fall asleep if you’re struggling. like he’ll have you lay your head on his lap and he’ll absentmindedly run his hands through your hair and scratch your scalp while reading or something
— now if your anxiety is REALLY bad to the point where you have a panic attack he is so quick to action
— he knows better than to just tell you to ‘breathe’, he’ll actually guide you to breathe with him and then make you do grounding techniques to calm down
— he doesn’t like to hold you too tightly when you’re having them because he doesn’t want to suffocate you, so he’ll lightly wrap his arms around you from behind and rest your back on his chest
— once it’s over he’ll tighten his grip a little more and try to talk to you about what happened, though dosn’t push you too hard if you don’t want to talk about it.
— he probably cooks your favorite meals if you’re having a bad day and just wanna eat your comfort foods, like he’ll have like recipes and stuff written down in a little book or in his notes app and look at them whenever he notices you aren’t feeling well.
— if he notices you’re stressed with something he’ll offer to help you finish it or will do it for you
— nighttime is always the best time for the two of you. he’ll sing you to sleep if you’re really tired and upset and then will stay up for a while later to make sure you’re alright
— if you aren’t as tired or have too much on your mind he’ll talk to you about anything and everything until you eventually fall asleep. like, the two of you will have conversations debating children's show for HOURS if it means getting your mind off of whatever is bothering you
— overall he’s a very attentive and caring bf who may not have a lot to say but he will go far and beyond to make sure you’re ok !!!
#ryan ross#ryan ross x reader#ryan ross headcanons#panic! at the disco#a fever you can't sweat out#pretty odd#pre split panic#p!atd
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Daniel Park with a gender neutral y/n or s/o with a "Rodrick Heffley" personality (Diary of a Wimpy Kid)
This is going to be a little bit o/c and this y/n will be a fighter/someone who knows how to fight. I'm kind of new in writing fanfiction but I hope you enjoy :).
Imagine Daniel Park falling in love with a "punk/emo" someone.
Well to be actually realistic, people like this scares him out. He has a really bad experience with most people so what more with someone who looks menacing because they always wear black clothes, acts high and causes chaos everywhere and wears eyeliner everyday all the time.
It all started in middle school when he first met you. When he transferred, he immediately notices you since you're the one who stands out the most. It's probably because your fashion style is different if he compares it to the other people in class. He wanted to create new friends and how he observes you, not only your physical appearance different but also your personality. You try to mingle and socialize with the other boys/girls but you've been call "weird" behind your back by the others just because of the way you dress and the way you act. If your other friends are not in the other section, oh boy things will be going down.
What also caught his attention is how much of a reckless teenager you are.
You didn't follow the school policy when it comes in proper clothing,
You and your friends/bandmates always cause trouble in school like pulling pranks on other innocent people
You play loud metal and pop punk music everywhere even in the library that causes you to get detention
You always didn't finish your homework
You sleep on class time
You manipulate others in the dumbest smartest way possible to get "your money"
You and your friends always have a food fight in lunch time.
You even throw insults at anyone who pisses you off especially your sibling/s. Calling them tool or Turd Burglar and other insults.
Overall, you're lazy, mean, and irresponsible in his eyes. People like you can overwhelm and scare him especially he sees you as someone who will beat his a** off just by him making eye contact and breathing next to you. It reminded him of when he's placed by the teacher to be seatmates with your other classmates and when he smiled at them, the boomer told him to screw off and don't look at him. And besides, you and him are never close anyways so why would he even bother to approach you right?
And oh boy, he's having a really hard time in that hell school. Bullies are always taking advantage of him, Logan and his little minions beating him off like a human punching bag everyday and the teachers not giving a single sh*t about it. It really makes him anxious to make friends with anybody who will be ninety-nine percent sure they will be bullying him just because of the way he look and not looking deep down into his real colors and personality.
Until one incident happened that changes his point of view and opinion on you.
It was in the bathroom at lunch time where his "friends" are messing with him again. This is nothing new to him, but the fact that he have to experience and endure this same treatment everyday makes his mental health decline. This also feeds his insecurities and gives him trauma and social anxiety. Him fearing that other people will think of him of trying too hard just to fit in in a circle of friends who don't even like him.
Punches, kicks, laughter, and insults are what he's receiving right now, him feeling humiliated. Every time and everyday in this hell and torture which you will call middle school. If this is a nightmare for him, how about when he reaches high school right?
Logan was about to punch him in the guts again but suddenly loudly and effortlessly kick the locked bathroom door. When the suspicious person entered the scene, Daniel immediately recognized someone. Their messy hair who they didn't even bother combing and styling, Them wearing black shirt with a "cool looking" design printed on the dark fabric and wearing a skirt/pants and a black converse who they didn't even bother tying their shoe lace. Did Logan called you for help to beat him? I mean, he wouldn't be surprised if you also turned out to be a bully since you're known to be a trouble maker too.
"Yo, the hell is going on in here?" you bluntly asked to the fat dude who now has his feet on the head of the chubby male kneeling on the dirty, wet floor. Now you know what's going on, why did you even asked to them when it's obvious that he's bullying the poor kid. You just want to take a piss since you're too tired of school and you have a pile of homework you didn't even bother to finish. But since you still kind of care for your grades and didn't want to get grounded by your parents, they always do your homework for you since you keep asking where's the spacebar in your pc you do your homework with no effort and just type what the hell is inside of your brain without thinking twice.
"Woah, you're the dude/chick who have the f*cking guts to reject me when I asked for your f*cking number." He chuckled, throwing the cigarette on the floor and stepping on it with his other foot and he kicked the chubby male's head, causing the beaten dude to hit on the wall really hard which he winced in pain then the bully slowly approaching you with a menacing stare with a big ego which you're not even bothered of.
You now faced Logan, him obviously being taller than you. To be completely honest, you are kind of scared of him. But you try to conceal your fear since you believed that showing fear to your opponent can make them really cocky and them insulting and underestimating you more.
"So what now baby hippo, you gonna throw your tantrum at me?" the words slip off your mouth with no hesitation, causing the obese male to be pissed off at your statement. Now Daniel is really getting nervous, him swallowing hard since he doesn't want to be involved in this situation and make his mom worried. If he can get out right now, he will.
Logan soon tried to launch a punch at you, which you blocked with your right hand. Him, his goons and most especially Daniel looked shocked at your movement. This is actually the first time someone blocked Logan's attack. He's in a state of shock to move and you immediately kicked Logan in the stomach with strong power which he lets out a groan. He never felt this defeated before. He trained his a** off for years for him to be strong and not to be defeated by a "goth looking corpse" since your body looks like you don't even work out.
His friends looked at you with fear as you stared at them with a menacing look. You slowly approach little Daniel. He flinched, thinking you would also hurt him like you did with his bully but no. You grabbed his hands a little bit too harsh to lift him off the ground. His first thought is that you would punch him in the face just for your own entertainment but you walk with him towards the exit of the bathroom. You looked one last time to Logan and his friends. "Listen Chuck -E- Cheese, if you ever hit this little dwarf again, I'm going to kill you. Literally kill you!" you then slammed the door leaving the scene. You can still hear the screams of the defeated man cursing at you loudly even you're already out of the washroom.
Walking in the hallway, you didn't realize your hand is still holding Danny's hand. He blushed by this action and he didn't even want to tell you that you're still holding him. Silence keep lingering the atmosphere up until you start to realize what causes the weird vibe between of you. You stared at the chubby boy and looked at your mangled hands and immediately feel weirded out by it and you now released his hands in your strong grip. You usually stay out of everybody's business and mind your own. But when things get interesting, heck you even laugh all the school fights immature teenagers like you do. And you even sometimes record all of the scenes in your camera like it's normal or just like watching a comedy show. But why are you helping this little dude right now?
"Uhhh. I guess I should say thanks to you for saving my butt yesterday". You awkwardly say to him to ease the tension between you two. At first, Daniel didn't know what you're talking about since his brain is still in short circuit because of what happened until he made a surprised expression. "Oh. You don't need to thank me. You're the one who saved my butt so I should thank you I guess." He replied back.
If it weren't for him distracting Logan yesterday while that fat boomer keeps asking for your number even you already protested, you're literally doomed right now. That's probably the reason why Logan beat the crap out of him since he helped you get away from that clown.
You picked up the pace in your walking making his own legs stop, him watching you minding your own business now. You will hang out with your friends again to finish your lunch before the school bell rings again for another boring class and after that you'll hang out with them in your house to have a rehearsal for your "upcoming album".
You paused your tracks and looked back at him. You observe his features and expression. You mostly hit up and talk to boys/girls who you think is attractive in your eyes but they will either always reject you or leave you broken hearted. But you think that this dude right now looks honestly cute right now.
"Hey little guy. Stop being a wimp and fight back y'know. You can only depend on yourself." you called back his attention and what you say made him realize something. What you said is right. He should not change himself for others validation but to be a healthier and better version of him. It also made him feel butterflies in his stomach and heat on his cheeks, dusting it with a bright pink color. "I-I will!" he he replied back to you while stuttering. You proceeded to walk to the cafeteria as you make a cheeky grin behind his back. You started to think to yourself that you probably like what other people call "weirdos" since you're like too.
While in Daniel's perspective, maybe you're not that bad after all. You're probably just a teenage kid who wants to have fun. I mean, you pull pranks on other people. But your actions are way more harmless than actually beating someone's a** up and dunk someone's face in the toilet. If you change yourself a little and do your homework (disregarding your appearance and fashion style), you're actually a normal and cool person :).
A/N: AHHHHHH F SORRY IF THIS IS CRINGEY
I will probably write sm*t or something on my next post now Imma go to bed now bye.
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get to know your tav!
tagged by @auspex-author and @lolthslover (thank you!) sorry it took me so long!
meet Divya (she/her), asmodeous tiefling, way of the four elements monk
what is your tav’s…
favorite weapon? her hands (both in unarmed strikes and spells)
style of combat? a mixture of spells from a close-ish distance and throwing punches/kicks. also more defensive? she didn’t learn combat before becoming tadpoled, as she never really wanted to be a fighter.
most prized possession? considering she had no possessions when she lived in the church, she had nothing but the clothes on her back for around eight years.
deepest desire? to become a monk at the temple of ilmater in the city of baldur’s gate.
guilty pleasure? she was not allowed to partake in any guilty pleasures while living in the monastery, but now she can do things like eat a cookie or drink wine or mess around with Wyll without feeling too much religious guilt afterwards.
best-kept secret? before she went to serve in elturel’s church of ilmater, her mother revealed to her that she was not her father’s child. that is why she lacks the tiefling’s signature infernal eyes.
greatest strength? she stays cool, calm, and collected in the face of danger. always thinks before she acts, and tries to limit her damage to others around her.
fatal flaw? she has spent so many years taking on the pain of others, that she doesn’t know how to truly grapple with her own. from elturel’s descent into avernus, being shunned from her church of ilmater, becoming separated from her family, and now being tadpoled, it’s a surprise that she’s about to keep her head on straight. this does eventually boil over, though, and Divya is unable to handle her heavy emotions on her own. (maybe I should write about it? hm yeah that would be fun)
favorite scent? whatever cologne Wyll’s wearing
favorite spell/cantrip? fist of unbroken air. bad guy always go wheee.
pet peeve? when people don’t try to understand the pain some people go through or just dismiss it entirely
bad habit? tends to pick at her nails if she’s anxious/stressed, usually paired with trouble falling asleep
hidden talent? not a talent, but her thumbs are double jointed. gave Shadowheart quite the scare when she first showed them off.
leisure activity? the Forgotten Realms equivalent of tai-chi and yoga, she uses these practices to ground herself and find inner peace
favorite drink? a monk? drinking? you can’t be serious! arabellan red
comfort food? her mother used to make this delicious lamb stew. Gale has tried to replicate it, but hasn’t succeeded yet. mostly because lamb is hard to find.
favorite person(s)?
Wyll: not only is he handsome, but he seems to have a good head on his shoulder and a positive attitude (for the most part). He will also (usually) think before he acts.
Karlach: though they are fairly polar opposite when it comes to their personalities and the way they handle combat, opposites attract, and they work very well together.
Gale: his knowledge intrigues her, she enjoys having long conversations with him about whatever he’s thinking about at that moment in time simply because it’s entertaining.
favored display of affection? quality time, for sure. it’s one of the reasons she and Wyll get as close as they do — he’s always in her party 😉 also physical affection, but preferably behind closed doors or behind big boulders because she gets embarrassed easily
fondest childhood memory? the first time her parents took her to the church of ilmater
anything else you’d like to share?
Divya is a little socially awkward. only speaking to others about their pain and sorrows for around eight years has left her with little to say when her party members come by and have a chat. she is a much better listener than talker.
Her biggest insecurity is her vitiligo. Growing up, the other children in school would call her a cow, which also made her insecure in her body image. She doesn’t eat too much because of it, and up until the events of the game, had most of her body covered to hide her pale spots. If anyone asked about her face, she’d say she was a victim of an acid attack.
She and Darcy, another tiefling tav of mine, were friends when they were children. Darcy is four/five years older than Divya, so she was only eight when Darcy was kidnapped from Elturel. She often wonders if she’ll ever see her friend again.
The Church of Ilmater in Elturel cast her out after the city’s descent into Avernus. They did not want anyone resembling devils in their halls.
Wyll is the first person she has ever been romantically involved with. Here are a few fics about their relationship:
To A Wild Rose - Wyll (successfully) rizzing up Divya
Just A Kiss - Divya and Wyll’s first kiss shared at the camp party
Show Me How - Wyll gives Divya some… pleasure (nsft)
Tagging @rolansrighthorn @dustdeepsea and @my-favourite-zhent give me some tea on your tavs!!! (only if you want to tho uwu )
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OF/MD Drabble - Darkness
So, I was writing a fic for OF/MD, when all of a sudden, intrusive thoughts of angsty!Ed hijacked my brain.
There is sick!Ed (no snz, but coughing and fever) and a worried Stede. It is really just a tiny snipped of angst, but it wanted out so here it is :D
Somewhere past re-union, but please be gentle if anything here is not in accordance with S2 because I haven't seen it, yet, and only live on spoilers ^^
It's very vague, so could be at any point after their reunion.
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The darkness was everywhere.
So heavy that Edward's eyes hurt from its pressure. An all-encompassing, deep, thick black leaden fog. Engulfing him. Choking him. Its pressure spread from his eyes to his head, and chest, invisible hands closing around his neck. He tried to get up, but the darkness sat so heavy on his chest that he could not move. His limbs were weighed down by the leaden darkness and he could not breathe. Could not move. His heart was racing, thumping hard against his rib-cage, urging him to fight, and rid himself of the darkness' crushing weight. He tried to scream – perhaps some of the guys would hear him, someone, anyone!
But as soon as he opened his mouth, the darkness streamed into it like thick black smoke, coiling into his mouth and throat like an angry black snake. He writhed restlessly, trying to push the weight off him with all his might, mouth agape in a silent, choked scream no one would hear.
I'm gonna die here, Ed suddenly thought. I'm gonna fucking die and no one will know. No one was here. No one cared. He was alone. And Stede was gone.
Ed tried to call out for help again. Tried to call out for Stede, but the weight on his chest became so heavy that Ed had to cough, his body shaking violently, beads of sweat dripping down his face, as he writhed, twisted, tossed and turned, fighting the darkness with all his might.
He coughed again, his lungs burning like someone had stabbed his lungs with a thousand tiny knives, each wound bleeding and hurting with every cough. By now, he had no idea if he was standing up, or lying down, floating or falling, Everything hurt, and it was so fucking hot in here... Too hot. Too dark. Too much.
And yet, he was painfully aware that something was missing... Something was not there. Someone... Stede! Stede was not here.
Stede...
Some time ago, he'd dreamed about Stede coming back. Of soft, blond waves of hair next to him on the pillow, close enough for him to touch and rake his fingers through. Of Stede's warm body next to his. Of tender kisses and of falling asleep in his arms, head resting against Stede's chest.
“Stede...”
Dry, cracked lips, barely moving, breathing Stede's name out into the stillness of the night between rattling coughs.
Stede had just gone out to the bathroom for a few moments, but Ed's harsh, labored coughs had called him back with urgency.
“Ed! I'm here. I'm here, love!”
Stede hurried over, his dressing gown fluttering behind him. Hand outstretched, he reached the bed and clasped Edward's hand, while he tried to pull him up with the other.
“Ed, please, try to sit up for me so you can breathe.”
Suddenly, Ed's eyes were wide open, staring at Stede with anxious fury, so painfully intense that his fear burnt through the darkness of their quarters.
“Stede..?,” Edward asked, a quiet sob that rang through Stede's very core. “You... You're here? I though you were a dream... I thought you wouldn't come back...,” Ed choked out between coughs, damp hair plastered to his feverish brow, brown eyes swimming with tears.
“Yes, Edward, I'm here..” Stede clasped Ed's hand a little tighter, greedily gathering Edward's in his grasp. “I'm sorry, I just went to the bathroom for a moment.”
Stede's chest ached with the all too familiar feeling of losing the one person he wanted to spend his life with. The one person who made life worthwhile. That very ache was staring back at him out of Edward's eyes. Seeing it there, knowing that he had put it there, was agony.
Stede helped Edward sit up, who was still wrecked with harsh coughs, his entire body trembling from the effort of choking out those coughs because he was so weak from fever.
Unable to do very much else, Stede just held him and rubbed his back in soothing circles, steadying his beloved, while the savage coughing fit ran its course. It was one of the worst yet, and Stede prayed to all the deities who cared to listen that they would soon arrive at Barataria Bay, where – at least according to Jim – a former nun with special healing powers had found shelter and a new home after being expelled from her convent.
As the heavy darkness slowly let off and gave Edward's lungs free, the coughing began to subside. Stede gently tightened his arms around Ed, as if he could absorb him into his body if he'd only tried hard enough.
“There we go... you'll soon be able to breathe better, Ed. Just let it out... take it slow.. one breath after the other.”
He rocked their bodies in a gentle, soothing motion, kissing Ed's hair, and damp forehead, doing anything he could, really, to show Ed that he was here.
“Stede... I thought you were gone?,” Edward sobbed, “I... I was drowning, choking, and you weren't there...”
“I know...” the knowledge of it would forever haunt Stede. He had been too afraid to stay. Too afraid to disappoint, blind enough not to notice that leaving was the biggest disappointment he could ever have put Ed through. The worst possible mistake.
“But now I'm here and I will never leave you again, Edward. I'm sorry... This time, me leaving was just a bad dream. And it will always be never more than a bad dream because I will never leave again – unless you tell me to.”
Edward violently shook his head and buried his face so deep into Stede's chest, that Stede could feel hot tears soaking through the fabric of his nightshirt.
The two men held each other for a long moment, soaking in each other's presence, until Stede could feel Edward become heavy in his arms, as Ed's meager well of strength ran dry.
“You should lie back down and rest, my love. Here.. we'll prop you up against these pillows so you can breathe a bit more easily.”
Edward still clawed at Stede's dressing gown, unwilling to let go.
“What about you?,” Ed rasped, but the intensity, which was lacking in his voice lingered in his gaze. Glassy eyes searching Stede's, their deep, dark color gleaming with the fear of being alone.
“I'll be here. Right beside you.”
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i’m in the mood for some sweet moments with the dorm leaders and their alphas ☺️ could you write some headcanons about their alpha rumbling to help them relax? Either they’re upset about something, sad, worried, etc. and their alpha just holds them close and rumbles to comfort their distressed omega ❤️
Alright~ some wholesome moments coming up!
Omega!Riddle:
🌹- Ace was getting on every one of Riddle's nerves that day, teasing and taunting the dorm leader. He was trying his best to remain composed, he really was. But his Alpha knew the other finally reached his limit when he heard the all too familiar "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"
🌹- Riddle scolded Ace and was giving g him a fairly lengthy lecture. Before he could get too far into it however, he felt his Alpha come up from behind him and lift him up. The Omega was still fuming, the Alpha saying a quick "sorry" to Ace before making his way to the dorm.
🌹- Riddle was agitated, muttering to himself with his face still red. He was admittedly a little surprised when he heard the Alpha beginning to rumble, looking up towards his mate and sighing, leaning against them. He was still a little peeved, but the feeling slowly began to go away, sighing and relaxing against his Alpha.
Omega!Leona:
🦁- It was shortly after training one day in Savanaclaw, Leona having pushed himself to his limit for practice and was more than tired out. Ruggie tried to remind him that they still had classes to go to, but the Omega just waved him off and said he was going to lie down again. In reality he wanted to clear his mind, stressing somewhat over the upcoming tournament.
🦁- His muscles ached as he walked into the lounge, going to find his mate. Once the Alpha was found, Leona sat near him before flopping down with his head in the other's lap, looks like the other would be a pillow for a while.
🦁- The Alpha just smiled and lovingly stroked his mate's hair, rumbling softly as he did. Leona sighed and relaxed to his Alpha's touch and company, ears twitching lightly from the Rumbling. It wasn't long before the Omega found himself falling asleep on the other… The Alpha would be stuck there for a while.
Omega!Azul:
🐙- It was a bad day for Azul, he didn't know why but he just felt anxious all of a sudden. Was it the thought of his past? What about the contracts he had then are they safe? All of these things were flooding his thoughts and sending him into a bit of an anxiety attack.
🐙- His Alpha immediate sensed there was something wrong, walking over to him and pulling him towards Azul's office so that he could calm down and be awake from anyone.
🐙- Azul curled up on the couch, staying in his Alpha's embrace, his mate beginning to Rumble softly, idly kissing his cheeks and just holding him close. It didn’t take long for the Omega to finally be at ease, but he just wished to stay a while longer…
Omega!Kalim:
🦦- Kalim was trying to study a little for an exam coming up in class, having a hard time focusing even when Jamil was instructing him. It was one of those days where the poor Omega was getting distracted by everything and anything that would catch his attention.
🦦- He was close to giving up, Kalim getting more and more frustrated by everything, staring at the notes he had taken while nothing seemed to stick… At least until he felt a pair of arms wrap around him, looking up to see his Alpha resting their head on his shoulder.
🦦- His mate softly rumbled, having sensed the Omega's frustration and came in an instant to soothe him. Kalim sighed and turned to hug his mate, looking disheartened. The Alpha suggested that he stay and help out with studying, to help Kalim feel less overwhelmed.
Omega!Vil:
🪞- Vil wasn't feeling his best that day, after a photoshoot he was scheduled to attemed was canceled, he found out that Niege was set to star as the lead role in an upcoming drama series he was to audition for. No matter what things just seemed to work our poorly for him, staying in his nest and just trying to keep his mind occupied.
🪞- Worrying for their dorm leader, Rook had sent Epel to retrieve the Omega's mate. Epel came back in no time with the Alpha, the two explaining the situation as best they could. The Alpha quickly made their way to Vil's room, sensing the other's sadness and carefully opening the door.
🪞- Vil didn't even look up, just humming as he felt the Alpha lie down with him, pulling the Omega into an embrace. Vil shut his eyes, listening to his mate as they rumbled softly, feeling himself relaxing as he was close to the other. It may not have been the best day for him, but he was glad that his Alpha was by his side…
Omega!Idia:
💀- Idia was on the verge of an anxiety attack, finding out that he needed to attend this month's dorm leader meeting in person? Hell no! Why did he have to show himself irl!?
💀- He told Ortho to call his Alpha, hoping that they might be able to at least come and be near him for a little while. He practically dove at his nest, huddling himself in the fabrics as he attempted to slow his breathing to a manageable pace.
💀- His Alpha arrived soon enough, having some of Idia's favorite snacks as they walked over to the nest to sit with the Omega. Idia was trembling as he sat with the Alpha, listening as the other began to rumble, clinging to his mate. He just wanted to be close to them at the moment…
Omega!Malleus:
🐉- There were very few things that would get Malleus down, but when he found out thst he wasn't invited to an event that many were going to, he couldn't help but feel a bit down.
🐉- He sighed and looked out from the balcony of his room, simply observing the Diasomnia dorm and what there was. Malleus attempted to distract himself, to no avail as he looked down. He didn't even hear the door open behind him, but almost instantly recognized the scent of his Alpha enter the room.
🐉- The Alpha carefully approached Malleus, guiding him over to the bed so that they may properly hold him, rumbling and nuzzling the Fae gently. Malleus felt at ease in his mate's arms, sighing and slowly hugging back, leaning into the other's touch.
#twisted omegaverse#omegaverse#abo#abo blog#omegaverse prompts#omega!vil#omega!riddle#omega!leona#omega!kalim#omega!azul#omega!idia#omega!malleus
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u should tell us more about yourself and who’s behind these amazing fics bae, i’m curious !!! (only if ur comfy ofc)
Okok, I'm about to say whatever comes to mind, let's hope it makes sense 🤭🤭
Uh, my name's Ariella, but I go by Ari. I'm 19. I'm bi. I study journalism. My favorite colors are pink and dark teal. I love to read and write and smoke piña colada vapes. I talk in double negatives. I quote random movies or books or memes without realizing other people don't understand me. I make a funny face when I concentrate. I chew on my nails constantly. When I'm anxious, minutes turn into years. I dread picking up the phone. I hate going to sleep just as much as I hate waking up early. I spend hours debating whether or not I should shower and then I spend hours in the shower. I love cooking. I love feeding my food to others and hearing they like it. I fiddle with the edge of the pages of books as I read. I plan everything in advance and end up doing things in my own time anyway. I've noticed my pulse races and my I can see my heart beating when I'm nervous. I'm incapable of waiting for other people to do things for or with me, but sometimes I wish someone else could do everything for me. I have two different personalities: one when I speak Spanish and one when I speak English (the English one is cockier and confident and flirtatious, in Spanish I'm really shy and awkward 😭😭😭). I hate it when people don't let me sing my soul out in the car, and I hate it when people lower the volume of what I'm listening to. I don't like to cook around others because I feel like they're invading my safe space. I love dinosaurs, I've read all the Jurassic Park books and watched all the movies. If I could, I'd adopt every animal I see on the street. I can't stick to a routine, it feels boring, I need to be spontaneous and impulsive. I shop too much, spend too much. I love cacti, I have hundreds of them in my room. I love stuffed animals. My favorite animals are dolphins, and sharks terrify me. I love the ocean, the beach, and summer. For me, there's nothing better than late nights in the summer, smoking on the balcony and writing while listening to music. And speaking of music, I listen to almost everything, my favorite genre's rap, and even though he can be an asshole, my favorite artist is Eminem. My favorite authors are John Green and Gabriel García Márquez. My favorite books are Looking for Alaska, Crónica de una muerte anunciada, and Medea from Euripides. I am extremely persistent and stubborn. I've picked up the habit of calling out old yucky men who undress me with their eyes. I laugh when little kids fall even though I feel bad about it. I am incapable of keeping my bedroom organized, no matter how hard I try, it always ends up a mess. Andddd I think that's about it, cus I've talked way too much 🙃🙃🙃
Also, I'm listening to Drug Ballad from Eminem while I write this
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So in preparation for moving, I'm going through all my stuff. I have a donation box, I have stuff I need to mail people (esp if I can get to some WIPs of gifts I have)...
It's a bit overwhelming, bc health is so bad that getting everything done is hard. (That's also why I started packing last week. I know I can't do it at once with my low spoons.)
The elephant was made for a friend but I haven't talked to him in a long while (we just fell out of touch) and the poor thing is homeless, and this baby blanket continues to be unsold. I really wish I could place them somewhere and actually make some money (which would help, bc moving + S&H of some of the gifts I want to finish and send). But yeah. (Also, I hate etsy, I only use it to shop, and a lot of the artists I was buying from are begging for people to use their shops from their own websites due to the cut etsy takes these days. I don't have resources or web know-how, so... yeah. Whatever. haha.)
Also, I miss my gremlin cat, she fucked up these (seahorse is mine iirc, but she got the cat charm's ear)... I really think the cat charm isn't too bad, maybe it could have a home someday too.
Then there's my collection of shit that I just... have either finished or is nearly finished or just needs a little more work?
I don't remember what stitch I was even USING on that baby blanket. The bunny just needs sewn. (Hate.) Same with the fucking pumpkin, that square bit of orange ombre. XD
ACE FLAG TURTLE... That was supposed to be for a friend.
Appa??? (I have yet to watch Avatar, meant to and never did, but I THINK that's the name)
TEEPO (for myself) (I might be able to salvage it?)
Um... Tikki from Miraculous Butterfly bc I wanted to make her, but never fucking finished...
A PIG? A BUNNY? DUMPLING? CAT?
I don't know. It's a fucking graveyard. This is only a dent in my WIPs, bc I still have Willow, Tessa, Lester (all OCs)... I packed Tessa and Lester away though. They'll wait till after the move. I want Willow done... if I can settle on his design finally LOL
I also found a friend who runs a studio who'll take a bit of yarn I don't want off my hands. (Same one that Appa??? is meant for, actually, so maybe I can send it all together???)
AND I FOUND IGNIS I WILL FINISH HIM FOR LATT I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I WILL NOT LET THAT POOR MAN GO UNFINISHED (plus he can be sent with other stuff)
And I know I have a sore spot about people always interacting with my crochet but ignoring my writing especially when I said, "I'm quitting crochet bc of fibro and to focus on my writing" and people reacted badly to the news, as if I wasn't posting shit like this years before I quit:
Yeah. Not sad that's behind me. ;A;
Especially when I'm posting stuff like this and still wholly feel this sentiment:
And never had time to do it.
And it felt like no one cared, and only recently does it feel like finally people do want my writing. IDK it's painful.
It's a mess.
I don't know if I can easily go back to crochet. If I do, I have to be so fucking careful to never fall into this pit, and I honestly am anxious about this post bc it's clear I do want to make gifts... but that attracted so many bad characters into my life. The free pattern demands, the free gift demands, some people being one week into trying to be my friend and thinking they're being crafty sending me amigurumi pictures of their favorite characters and going "I wish I had this" COOL GO LEARN TO CROCHET :)
And people seeing what I did and never even commenting on my work, just going "pattern?!" or going "how did you do such and such and such" as if I am an instructor with all the free time in the world.
So that's why I only post OCs, and why I have told people not to share their gifts if they do get them... or to just simply not credit me if they post them. Do not leave a trail back to me. XD
So yeah, weird history with crochet, but... maybe I'll get some OCs done after I clear stuff out. Focus on myself, bc I never do, despite saying I will. I seldom make myself the things I want to. And it's my time, materials, and spoons!
Also, no, if I finish stuff, I'm not posting images unless it is OC related, unless it's a rare time like now that I'm okay with displaying a few projects. Which is nearly never.
I have my writing back. I'm still depressed af, but mental health is still tons better bc I stopped guilting myself that my writing time needed to be crochet time. I missed it so bad.
Not crying bc I am relieved, nope. :') (I'm crying.)
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This really took longer than it should have ngl. I had thought then it went away. I had a sense of reverie and empathy yet I kept losing the feeling. Pain 😭😭😭💀 because of that l, this is shorter than my other pieces of writing as to not ruin it. I think I'll stick to fanart ngl but with story idk?
As always though, I listened to a song, fell in love, thought of the sheep, then related it kingscholar because of the beat of the song. But the more I listened to the song, the more I realized it related to schoenheit. "Idol au idol au idol au-"
Idol au brainrot fr. Hope you and readers enjoy the best to your ability 🥲
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Operation Deepness- Arknights CC9
"Hiding in the dark, kept myself in silence for too long. Tried to rewrite all my wrongs, but everyday I'm feeling more anxious."
I feel as if, though under the pressure of the sea, schoenheit, after hearing the many death threats and insults online after their latest performance, would fall into a very very deep depression. Sitting alone at the dinner table, waking up in an empty house, no help with schoolwork, ostracized outside the walls of their room, disappointment from both their father and brother, this isn't home, not anymore. The air is tense and any sense of security is gone. The tides are turning, growing more and more with each and every day. The oceans only get deeper and it's getting harder to breathe. A home is where you rest easy and safe from any and all harm. This, however, this is no home. This is simply a house.
I feel as if, there was once a time when all Schoenheit would do was do the best they can to change themselves. A metamorphosis to change from a vile insect to something as marvelous as a Monarch. They can change themselves. They are what the audience wants of them. They can fix their wrongs, mistakes, and all that make them "Them!" But the more time they spend trying to make themselves something they aren't, the more exhausting it gets. Lost in their reverie, lost in the emotion and hate that fuels their motive. It's just, draining.
There's pressure to change, to act, to perfect, to dance, to escape.........no matter what they do, they can't escape the pressure of the sea.
"Fall, into oblivion. Forget about the innocence, I'll show you who I really am."
The waves turn and sway. The sound of water coming, crashing down onto the land. Sinking below under the currents of the sea; drowning as it gets harder to breathe. Can you swim back up?
I feel as if, there was period of depression that little schoenheit went through. The feeling of helplessness and a nugatory self-worth weighing heavy on their chest and mind. It's hard to get out of bed when all there is beyond the point is just hate; pure unbridled hate just for them to drown in. It's hard to eat, walk, talk, or sleep when that exact goal they once so desperately wanted, is the same thing eating them away.
I feel as if, it was hard to reach out and hold on to that invitation letter. To fear the people who hide behind screens. Afraid of the pressure from expectations on their shoulders. The fear of disappointment from their older brother. There is so much to fear; yet when they look in the mirror, the call of the calming seas beckons them forward.
"I freed myself from this chain, now watch me rise and reclaim everything, I'm here to stay."
idol brainrot idol brainrot !!!
love the deep dive into lil schoenheit's character :OO
all of the fear they've accumulated over the years and all of the self-hate they've developed because of other people :(( and then things like they're scared of even an invitation letter (to NRC or to an idol group who knows?) because they're scared of all of the things that could wrong because why wouldn't the streak continue?
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OMG hii ur back 😍 can i request? I thought about this when Jay was on tour but u were away too so I didnt want to bother u
can u write one for Jay’s POV when he finds a letter that u stuffed in between his clothes before he left for tour? like the letter is u wishing him well, asking him to rest and not work himself too hard, basically sappy fluff to make me cry
oh .. the feels 🥹🥹🥹
I guess you mean the Won Soju tour? Which, side note, is a BRILLIANT idea! When he mentioned it that he should maybe do a Won Soju tour instead of a ‘regular’ one … genius entrepreneurial mind at work 😍
Anywayyyyyyy…
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I dragged my suitcase inside the hotel room, kicking the door close with my foot. Suddenly being back home, in the U.S., felt bittersweet. On one hand I was dying to meet up with my friends again, on the other hand I kept thinking about who I left behind.
It's only been a couple months since we started dating, but she had already become a vital part in my life. Against my intuition, my strong will to separate business from private life, I found myself turning to her whenever I needed advice or a second opinion.
She would often stay over or I would sometimes crash at her place and we'd be like an old married couple, sharing chores and falling asleep next to each other in front of the tv.
Sighing, I immediately took out my phone to text her. Chuckling to myself, because she didn't demand it, but I felt the need to keep her updated nonetheless.
I'm in L.A. in my hotel room. Looks pretty nice. Kinda empty though.
I added a photo of the view and a selfie of me looking all mopey. After a minute I got a text back.
You'll do great. Fighting!
I was hoping for a more heartfelt response but remembered the time difference. She was probably at work right now and couldn't send lengthy texts.
My manager came in to check on me and told me we would be heading to the venue in a hour. I wanted nothing more than to take a nap but another text fron her made me jump in excitement.
I put a couple packets of your favorite ramen in your suitcase so you wouldn't get too homesick. It would be better if you took them out before you crush them.
Smirking at how well my wifey was taking care of me, I bent down, weeding through my clothes. Instead of ramen, I found a red envelope. Curious to see what it was, I took out a handwritten letter.
Hey babe,
by now I think you've realized there's no ramen. Sorry for the fib.
I just know how you never unpack, so I had to get you to go through your stuff to find this.
I know I told you I didn't mind you traveling a lot, and I really don't, but I still miss the hell out of you!
We've only been together for a short time but I can't imagine being away from you for too long.
Why I didn't tell you all those things when we said our goodbyes you ask?
Well, I didn't want to be clingy, or make you worry. I wanted you to enjoy your trip. I know it's mainly work, but I saw how excited you were to do this and I wanted you to have the best time ever!
But please remember not too overwork yourself, cause I also know you tend to do that too.
I'll be there with you in spirit, so whenever you feel anxious or nervous, imagine I'm right beside you, squeezing your hand reassuringly.
Try not to miss me too much, and I promise you I'll do the same.
When you come back I'll be waiting for you with your favorite food.
Until then, with love.
xxx
Wiping a stray tear away, I carefully folded the letter, put it back in its envelope and stuffed it inside my backpack together with my valuables. With trembling hands I called her.
"You know what I want to say, right? I don't want to say it over the phone."
'I know. You'll have countless of opportunities to do so very soon.'
"Okay. Now go back to work!"
I ended the call and let out a frustrated sigh. No matter how emotional I was right now, I was definitely not the right moment to drop the L-word.
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HELLO YES I WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE THOSE HEADCANONS
OKAY OKAY OKAY
Pikelan
Scanlan gets soft after everything, he throws himself into transforming himself in to a better man, one that would be better for Kaylie. Pike sees him changing and it causes her to fall really hard for him because of how much he loves his daughter
Pike was really scared to be a mother, her parents sucked and yes she had Wilhand, but it's not the same. And I think she feels inadequate as a mom because she doesn't take to it as easily as Vex did, she constantly feels like she's not good enough for Juniper, but every time her doubts get too much, Scanlan swoops in and takes the baby for the rest of the day.
Scanlan writes an ode to Vox Machina. The first draft included far too many lines about Pike, namely the glow of her hair and the light in her eyes and her smile when she defeated a monster. That first draft is still in Pike's vanity drawer, even after the divorce.
Kaylie
Kaylie is so used to lying about her age that she straight up forgot when her birthday was one year. But Scanlan didn't forget, she woke up to birthday chocolate chip pancakes and a not insignificant stack of presents (making up for lost time he said). That was one of the first moments she realized how much he's changed.
She's not used to having a home so when Pike and Scanlan offer her a room in their house she is sure they mean just for a few weeks and whenever she drifts back into town. But to her surprise, she gets to decorate her own room and whenever she comes back it's exactly the same as she left it.
Kaylie yelled at Pike only once, it was when she woke up from a nightmare and Pike tried to comfort her, she yelled that Pike wasn't her mother and she didn't want her to be. Kaylie never apologized, but she did go out of her way to buy Pike her favorite triple chocolate cupcake the next day.
Cassandra
She is really good at hiding. When she gets freaked out or anxious, especially during the first year after the Briarwoods, she tucks herself into the very back of her closet or any of the many hiding places she's discovered in the castle.
To her surprise, the people of Whitestone love her. In town old women will stop her and touch her face gently with a sad smile before tucking a lilac stem behind her ear. Mothers will press baked goods into her hands. And children will run up to her with wide smiles and give her a cool rock or a perfect leaf they found. She always accepts the things she is given and thanks them over and over.
While she was with the Briarwoods, servants and guards would try to help her at first. They would try to sneak her out or to give her extra food, they would only be able to do it a few times before Cassandra never saw them again. Within a few months, they stopped trying to help and Cassandra was alone again.
Circus kids
There are some days when Molly can't really talk and he's always a little more grumpy on those days so Yasha makes sure to do her best to make him happy, carry him on her shoulders and let him nap on her lap even though his horns stab her. He always thanks her the next morning with a kiss on the cheek.
When Yasha gets nightmares, Molly always wakes up and comforts her. He tucks herself into her arms and lets her squeeze him as tight as she needs to, even if she cracked one of his ribs once. It's the only thing he's found that can bring her any sort of comfort so he does it no matter what.
When she first met him, he attached himself to her side almost immediately and put his bedroll next to hers and sits right next to her during meals and winds his tail around her ankle or arm. It would piss her off ordinarily, but there's something about him that makes Yasha so happy and she can't be mad at him.
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It really sucks bc I’ve had this sneaking suspicion since my early adolescence that I was molested by a preschool teacher. I have no actual memory but just a combination of UTIs + sadomasochistic behavior + nightmares + hypersexuality later made me suspect. But like. It could have been from everyone and their mom in my Balkan family constantly groping me :/ like it’s already blurry in my head this is just confusing me even more but at the same time I’m not sure I wanna know
thank u for sending this, i know its hard to even write this shit out sometimes. im sorry you went through any of this. yea, i went through a long period of not being sure what the hell happened if anything at all too. i still do at times. all the same symptoms + i also thought for a long time that maybe it was from all of,, the other stuff instead of anything else. its rly hard to try to make sense of it all, especially at those ages, and tbh yea, all those symptoms could v well just appear from the general family shit, especially depending on the severity of what was allowed and starting/ending when
... i think its fair to not want to know. i think its rly fair and normal to b either entirely opposed to knowing or just anxious and adverse sbt it. missing as well as blurry memories at those ages can v well be just normal, theres plenty of things ppl start to usually forget, but,, they can also be a sign of your brain trying to protect you from shit it deemed too hard/too much/too distressing to handle.. and that's,.. fair. thats a survival adaptation.
when you go knocking on the locked doors in your mind its often far from a pleasant time.. and tbh shit tends to get worse before it gets any better. On the other hand this is just. personal philosophy/conclusion; i think... the only .. way to Really truly deal things - the issues themselves not just the symptoms caused by the issues - is to face them. must go through the eye of the needle sort of thing. this is how ive dealt w recovering from bpd, ana&mia, and ptsd shit and generally got myself to b a lot more sane, after a period of time in which it drove me more insane. this is what psychedelics reinforced in me anyway.... i dont recommend going poking around in your brain too much if youre not in a remotely stable and safe environment,,, i did that, not the best time
poking around and trying to figure this sort of shit out can often turn into a whole spiral. be gentle with yourself, dont try to rush yourself into wanting answers, and take care of yourself. sometimes it is best to let your brain let you know about things when it deems the time is right, rather than trying to tear down every door
but,.. . something that my ex whose also been through some pretty severe shit said to me when i was falling down a "is this real?" hole: you kinda just.. you feel it. somewhere if youre being real serious with yourself, deep deep down inside you know if you know. we never really forget things. somewhere, they are ingrained in us, our bodies remember even if we dont.... and, tbh, the other thing is. people see it on you. like, recognition of the self through the other sort of thing. something that always got to me before i actually rly idk accepted a lot of things is how much i related to ppl who have also gone through that sort of stuff. could just b the family shit but also 🤷♀️ . even if it isnt i guess the question would be, what is the drive behind your suspicion. why there. why that teacher or why a teacher. why that time and place. does it remind you of something else or another time?. and on the flip side.. something else that ive learned is that. predators see it on you? they truly do. i remember when i was questioning shit id tell myself, well, both of these things cant be true right??? thats ridiculous, who has that sort of luck to not only deal with this weird af normalized family shit + other stuff?? i must just b exaggerating things.... except in reality, most predators can tell which victims are vulnerable and they can most often tell which kids have some sort of history of sexual trauma. once it happenes, its actually statistically more likely that it will happen again...... which really fucking sucks
idk, i hope any of this made sense i probably went on for too long but. im rly sorry again u went through any of this im v much sending u a virtual hug. i rly do get the frustration and confusion and... all of it. im sorry but also, thank you for sending me this bc its... both horrible and comforting at the same time to know someone else has felt this same mess. i hope youre going to find some consolation and peace and healing soon <3 <3
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true love you will find in the end
physical
-short brown hair
-hazel eyes
-160 cm - 5’3
-i have anxiety, i overthink a lot at times, i have depression
-i am shy but once i get more comfortable with someone i open up more but still am shy a bit
things i enjoy, hobbies and personality
-i love drawing
-i can play acoustic guitar, i’m learning how to play electric guitar, i can play piano and flute
-i love crystals
-i love to read
-i love the stars
-my love language is physical touch and words of affirmation
-i love fluffy blankets and really anything soft
-i love lighting candles
-i love wearing comfy clothes and sweatshirts/jumpers
-i like to paint
-i love crime documentaries
-i love to do poetry, write songs, sing, writing in general etc.
- loves 50s-90s music
-whenever i’m in public and i don’t want to talk/am too anxious to talk i do little signals to whoever i’m with so they know what i want to do or so they know i don’t want to talk
-also times where i’m just silent because i don’t feel like talking but not for any specific reason
If it’s okay can you do marauders era, golden trio era, and marvel?? if it’s too much you can do marauders and golden trio era :)))-🐇
1st of May
True love will find you in the end
Tell me anything about yourself and I will write you who I ship you with.
I ship you with James Potter!
Bubbly beefy bf with little anxious gf.
It just makes sense.
James tucking you in under the heavy blanket and putting on one of those videos.
Hugs over your shoulders as he places a kiss onto your hair.
“Oi, don’t get shy on me, shortcake.” he says and cups your cheeks as you try to shy away.
Drawing together on a first day. Swiping it every 5 minutes. Yk, the tiktok trend. And he loves every part of it and how creative you are.
You taught him how to play guitars because he wants to play songs for you. But you don’t need to know about it, yet.
Buying magic shiny rocks for you. Lets you do his skincare and put magic shiny rock onto his hair. It’s like a therapy for his ADHD brain. He might fall asleep and snore a bit, but only because he feels really safe.
He hates to admit it but he feels easier when you do this ‘ritual’ to him. After a few hard days and your ‘ritual’ always heal him.
“You like that, don’t you?” || “Me? Never! I just know you enjoy it so I let you do that.” he’s a bad liar.
James has had lots of fluffy socks. We all know what happened to them.
James hiding his face into your tummy, chest or neck when true crimes gets too scary. He’s a babygirl.
James reading your favourite book so he could talk to you more. (and I know you bought The love hypothesis and I know that James would brag about how Adam is kind dickhead but overall the sweetest person ever)
James always hiding you behind his back, still holding your hand as he talks for you.
Your cat pawing at him.
Hermione Granger
She’s very smart and understands your anxiety. And if there’s something she doesn’t know, she will learn it.
Words of affirmation from her side.
Buys you painting things from muggle world.
Cuddles you a lot. Little kisses all over your face.
Her and your cat getting well together and always cuddling with you both.
Wrapping you in fluffy blankets as she lights up candles for you.
Braiding and playing with your hair as you just sit in silence. It’s comfy and welcoming.
Definitely listing to jazz.
Both little bookworms <3
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