#I asked for fluffy prompts and here I am writing hurt comfort

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

“let me love you!” “i’ll never hurt you.” “you’re easy to love.”

from the prompt list with Billy please 💗

(in my head this time it's reader that needs to be told this because she is insecure, i see a lot of hurt/comfort fics about billy being comforted and while i absolutely love those, i feel like the idea of reader being the one that needs to be taken care of not is not explored enough in the Billy fandom 🤍)

am I projecting ? - yes absolutely

Thank you for this request! Literally loved writing this! I hope you like how it turned out :) I'm pretty sure this is gender neutral but if it isn't please let me know

Is this billy? no. Do I care? no. I love writing billy as a fluffy man and if you don't like that, that's okay <3

This week has been rough, honestly things have been rough for a while now but this week has been the worst of the worst.

All you wanted to do was crawl into bed and stay swallowed by the blankets. You didn't want to deal with anything or anyone anymore for a hot minute. And as you drive home you can feel the waves of emotions finally starting to wash over, you when you pull into your driveway your vision starts to blur. You slowly trudge up to your front door and immediately start to undress before crawling into your bed, ready to sleep the day away.

You fell asleep without even noticing. You slept through the seven phone calls Billy left you, you slept through Billy unlocking your door with the spare key you gave him, and you slept through him calling for you as he wanders into your home.

"Babe??? I'm starting to actually worry here!" He yells out before reaching your bedroom. He is about to yell your name again but he freezes seeing you buried under all of your blankets. "Fuck babe..." He kicks off his boots and crawls next to you in bed.

"Baby...come on wake up for me sweetheart" he whispers to you as he moves your hair out of your face gently. You slowly open your eyes and smile once you're greeted by the sight of his bright blue eyes. "Hi baby" you greet him sleepily and snuggle into his chest slightly.

Normally this would melt his heart, however, this time his heart fills with worry. To anyone else, they may have missed how your eyes seemed dull, or they would've shrugged it off as you being tired but he knows better than that, he knows you better then he knows himself.

"Want to fill me in here? What happened today?" Asking this question broke down your walls again and tears started filling your eyes before you could stop it. "I--well it was um..." You clear your throat trying to stop the feeling of it closing in on itself.

"Do you think I'm hard to love?" once those words were out in the atmosphere you squeezed your eyes tightly in hopes that if Billy did hear you that you closing your eyes tight enough would make you disappear. Billy did hear you though, he heard you loud and clear and that broke his heart in two.

"You're easy to love." He says matter of factly, leaving no room to argue. "Let me love you, Let me prove that what you said is so wrong." His brows furrow as anger started to flow through his veins. Who said this to them? Who put those thoughts into their beautiful mind? How long have they been thinking this? As these questions started to flow through his mind more anger started to flow through his veins.

You shake your head not wanting to think about this anymore. "I'm just so tired. I'm tired of feeling hurt, of getting hurt, of being let down. It's been such a shitty week. Been such a long, exhausting week." You ramble on before Billy makes you stop. "I'll never hurt you." Billy says in nearly a whimper. The thought of hurting you in any way destroys his soul and if he ever did hurt you he truly believes he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

"I'd never hurt you. Anyone that has hurt you are the worst, most stupidest group of people to ever live let alone breath. I don't know if you know this, if you realize this, but I...god I really love you and that isn't easy for me. If I ever hurt you I'm done for."

Your eyes filled with tears for a whole different reason. You've never seen Billy so vulnerable, you've never felt so loved before either. From how you were laying on his chest you leaned up and kissed his chin softly. "I love you too Billy, more than you'll ever know" He smiled softly and kissed your head as you rest your head on his chest one more time before falling back to sleep. As you sleep Billy starts to play with your hair and continues to whisper how much he loves you.

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #billy stranger things #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove #billy x reader #billy fluff #billy hargrove stranger things #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargove imagine #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fluff #stranger things imagines #stranger things fanfic #billy hargrove fluff

[theold-ultraviolence]

Oooooh can I ask for 5 or 9 from the touch prompts with Eddie (or Aemond if that’s the mood you’re in)

The Trooper

Mechanic!Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: Eddie comforts you when you don't get the news you were hoping for, the long awaited news that would allow you to leave your job as a receptionist at Thatcher Tire. prompts: Whispering, lips almost touching the ear + Pressing their face into the other’s neck, hiding from the world. CW: hurt & comfort and a dash of mutual pining. Words: 1.4 K. A/N: BESTIE! thank you so much for requesting this and giving me an excuse to write for Eddie again, I've missed it! sorry for the long wait, hope it's worth it though! x

At seven AM sharp, your eyes yank open and your heart starts to race, even without making it out of your bed yet. 

This is it, the big day. 

Before you rush outside to the mailbox, you lay in bed staring at the ceiling just – preparing – fiddling with your hands and breathing deeply, as if you were reving up the motors of a race car before speeding to the curve.

A billion thoughts rush through your mind, all of them revolving around the ardent wish of this day going right. 

For once, you want this day to be right, to go in your favor.

After two failed attempts at getting into the college of your dreams, all bets are placed on the envelope that is supposed to be waiting in your mailbox right now. As they say, third time's the charm.

Sleep had evaded you all night, as you’d tossed and turned, hoping and praying that it wouldn’t rain and therefore the post wouldn’t be delayed or that a gust of wind wouldn't sweep off the admission letter from the postman’s grip. They were ridiculous scenarios that somehow felt feasible at three AM. 

And Eddie would be ecstatic for you – the thought of his face beaming, wrapping you up in his tight hold when you share the news, fuck, it would be the icing on the cake. 

Eddie and you had bonded through grease stains in your work clothes, aching backs and long hours at Thatcher Tire, with the ruckus of the rock station reverberating through the workshop’s speakers – just like Eddie likes it.  He’s the mechanic, and you were now coming up to two years of working as their receptionist, desperate for your ticket to the life you’ve been dreaming of since graduating high school.

“Calm down genius, of course you’ll get in! you gotta relax, babe!” He’d said over shared cheeseburgers during late night shifts. “You’re a trooper! I swear your hard work will pay off.” 

That was his pet name for you – a reference to an Iron Maiden song of all things. At least, that’s when he wasn’t calling you ‘little mermaid’. 

You wanted to go to the big city, go to college and finally feel free. Eddie would always tease you for it, calling you ‘little mermaid’ for how often you said you wanted to ‘be where the people are’. He’d gotten the movie’s soundtrack on tape and would play it often to fuck with you, when the two of you were alone at the workshop, biding your time before closing up. 

Just last night you were reminiscing about the day he started working there as the new mechanic; by then you’d already spent nearly a year there. Eddie had been sunshine personified from the moment he'd signed up his contract and started his first shift. He'd come to make your workweek less gray with his presence.

It’s the work itself that you find awful, but Eddie has a way of painting everything with vibrant colors, by virtue of being himself in this otherwise dull fucking town. 

With his baby cow eyes and dimpled cheeks and fluffy hair that somehow never looked bad even when it was matted with grease and wrapped in a sweat-drenched bandana. Even in his dirty overalls and ripped band tees, he was like a crystalline mirage in the badlands of your life. 

You really, really, really like Eddie. But you’d never let those little budding feelings grow into fully grown roses to then have to cut them out when you move out of here. Best to keep your attraction for him at bay – although one thing is for certain. If you get your way today, Eddie would be the only person in all of Hawkins that you’d miss. 

When you finish off your mental leaps, with a big intake of breath, you finally throw off your sheets and run outside in your bare feet – jittering when you go through the mail and find it. 

You tear the envelope open, eyes instantly scanning it. 

And then your heart drops. 

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For once, you want Eddie’s music to be turned the fuck down.

You want the day to be over, want all the customers to go, but of course, with your luck, it seems that tonight everyone and their mom had their car broken down. 

The workshop is filled to the brim with people that you and Eddie could barely keep up with. Your little receptionist office is jam packed with jocks demanding to be serviced quickly, pervs that couldn’t stop leering at you, and families of nagging old men and their wives that couldn’t be bothered to silence their screaming children. 

You have to deal with all of this while managing a gaping hole inside your chest, and tears that are seconds away from spilling. 

You’re suffocating. 

You need to get out of here. 

Here, in all senses of the word. 

Here, out of this tiny office with all these people, out of your job, your town, your state, fucking out of here right now. 

A baby keeps crying, their wailing so guttural that it pierces through your eardrums – the sound seems to stretch and stretch and stretch until you can’t take it anymore. 

Your fists ball up and you rub your stinging eyes until the tears come streaming down your face.

Heaving breaths punch out of your chest as you dash out of your office, skipping Eddie to curl in on yourself, sitting on the concrete against the back wall of the shop. 

You sob until you’re sure you’ve no tears left in your system, letting the cool air of the night dry your cheeks. 

Until Eddie comes up out of nowhere, sitting right next to you, wiping those remnant tears himself.

You don’t even mind the grease caking his thumbs – the mere gesture makes you weep, and before you know it you’re clinging to his shoulders, hiding from the world in the sanctity of his neck and messy curls. 

“You didn’t get in, did you?” Eddie whispers, his lips tenderly brushing the shell of your ear. You just shake your head in reply and bury your face in his neck, breathing in the scent of his sweat and cigarette smoke and even a few lingering notes of flowery shampoo as the tips of his hair tickle your forehead. 

“Hey, babe, it’s okay.” He coos, with his breath making the very fine hairs of your ear and the rest of your body stand in attention, and suddenly his deep timbre of voice is the only thing that matters to you in the whole wide world.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he strokes long lines up and down your back. “This is not the end, not really. I know it might seem like it but I swear to you, you gotta keep trying, keep taking the risk and your chance will come. This really isn’t the end, babe, this is just the waiting room. This is just the waiting room, and your call will come. You’re a trooper, babe. I believe in you.” 

A timid smile pulls up your lips despite how much your face hurts from crying. Eddie’s analogies are always genius, and despite your tears you're chuckling right against the spiderweb tattoo that wraps around his neck.

You nuzzle that spot, thumbs soothing circles on the jutting bones of his shoulders, as you ponder over how this must be the longest freaking waiting room you’ve ever been in. 

But a waiting room nevertheless, just like he says.

One you share with Eddie. 

He turns his head to whisper into your ear once more – lips ghosting over your skin as he poses, “And maybe, if you give me the chance…when the time comes for you to leave all of this…maybe…”  

You lean back to look directly into his big eyes that glint with hope.   

“Maybe you won’t have to leave for your journey alone. Maybe things will have aligned for me too, and I will be able to catch up with you, to take the journey together. That is, if you’ll let me.” 

He bites his plush lip, pupils scanning your face nervously as if in fear of having revealed too much. But you frame his face in your palms, and reach closer to tenderly kiss him. 

The kiss you share is so sweet that your smiles keep you from fully closing your lips around one another fully. 

Afterwards, you lean into Eddie’s ear to whisper back, “honestly, Eds, you’re the sole person that makes life worthwhile here. Of course I’d go with you anywhere. There’s nothing I’d love more. It is you that’s the real trooper. Always looking out for me, always having my back.” 

The pestering clients that can be heard whining and bickering from inside the workshop be damned. The only thing that matters is the warmth of Eddie’s embrace, how tightly he shields you from the world with his strong hold. 

Yes, he’s the real trooper.  

And as long as he’s with you, as long as he’ll kiss you again and will continue to comfort you, through good news and bad, you know the things you hope for will be worth waiting for. 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #mechanic!eddie #gender neutral reader #reader insert fanfiction #stranger things #joseph quinn #my writing #eddie munson x you

[sublimecatgalaxy]

♥️ Criminal Minds Masterlist ♥️

Criminal Minds Masterlist: Below you will find a plethora of works dedicated to the one and only Criminal Minds. Please take a look at my Character List and Prompt List in my pinned Masterpost regarding who I write and some ideas of what to request.

Derek Morgan:

On Purpose:

Summary/Request: "heyyy bestie,,,trope 1 with Derek Morgan?"

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Luke Alvez:

Too Much:

Summary/Request: "hi! could i get unresolved sexual tension with luke alvez? please and thank you!! :)"

By Myself:

Summary/Request: "could i pretty pls get some angst because of an argument having to do w him working too much"

Rivals:

Summary/Request: "would u mind doing some luke alvez, rivals to lovers (cant get that trope out of my head), or the whole one bed thing."

Insufferable:

Summary/Request: "How about prompt 16 “I won’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing,” + Mutual pining?"

Luke Alvez Fluff Alphabet

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Spencer Reid:

Nose In The Books: Part 2

Summary/Request: "spicy enemies-to-lovers type of flirting between Spencer and Reader but in a Christmas setting??"

Not Stalking:

Summary/Request: "Let’s get some Spencer Reid 😩😩 maybe like flirtatious bickering? Like reader’s doing something and Spencer’s like “you’re doing it wrong” and readers like “no” and he’s like “yeah” and they’re like “then show me how to do it right” : D love you!! AND THE NEW THEME OMG"

Just Ask:

Summary/Request: "pleaseee more spencer blurbs i loved the christmas one and id genuinely would love just any type of settling just make it very fluffy, i loveee how u write spencer so thank you"

Winging It:

Summary/Request: "You're being mean." and “Did I stutter?”

Be In Your Arms:

Summary/Request: "I also adore your prompt list so I'm here to request maybe prompts 18 and 21? Some soft!spencer with a lot of fluff. Poor guy just needs some affection lol."

Tension:

Summary/Request: "Today I’m thinking maybe a lil Spencer x reader, annoyance to lovers (to smut el oh el)!! Tension building with a case or maybe after a case, reader and Spence were butting heads the whole time and something just SNAPS!"

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Aaron Hotchner:

My Agent:

Summary/Request: "6,7,8 with Hotch 😌 any genre!"

Kiss Up:

Summary/Request: "Maybe 12 and 17 with Aaron Hotchner? Happy end though, please 🥺 We can't hurt this man more than necessary.."

Skittish:

Summary/Request: "okay, bestie ily! I am back like a thirsty whore! but this time my daddy issues have brought forth the desire for Aaron hotchner :,) lmfao! I'd like some hurt comfort relating to my current neck issues (you know the drill)."

Take Out:

Summary/Request: "Can you write prompts 13 and 21 with Aaron Hotchner please?"

Pay Raise:

Summary/Request: "I wanted to challenge you to write a Hotch x nanny!reader!! Like he hires her to be on call to take care of Jack while he's away and he comes home late after a case and he's just beat the fuck up and tired and Jack's asleep???"

At Your Doorstep:

Summary/Request: "Please do quotes 13 and 25, maybe a bit steamy?"

Legs Wouldn't Let Me Go:

Summary/Request: "Hotch for 13 + 24. 🥰 congrats my love!"

Think Twice:

Summary/Request: "Can I request something angsty with the prompts 11 and 15 for Aaron Hotchner?"

Bloody Shirt:

Summary/Request: "can I pretty please request 2 and 8 for my og love Agent Hotchner?"

#derek morgan #derek morgan x reader #luke alvez #luke alvez x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fic

[neteyamsoare]

Comfort.

༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Lo’ak Sully x Tsireya.

༉‧₊˚. Anonymous Request. oh ok!! i read over the request rules and am ready to send one now! could u write some fluffy hurt/comfort with tsireya and lo’ak, but where tsireya is the one who is upset and lo’ak is the comforting one? i just think this would be so sweet because tsireya is so pure and sweet and it breaks my heart when she cries in the movie. i also think lo’ak would be good in this situation cause even if he’s awkward he has sisters haha. a specific scene that comes to mind is when lo’ak looks at her and she’s crying while the rest of the clan wants to go to war for the tulkun and it just makes me think about how all this violence is super new for her and how someone who has such a big heart like her must’ve been so sad over the death of the tulkun :( but it doesn’t have to be for this scenario of course, i was just saying where my idea for the request came from!!

༉‧₊˚. Summary. Lo’ak comforts Tsireya as she suffers the loss of her mother’s spirit sister.

༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Angst and hurt with comfort.

༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Aged up! Lo'ak & Tsireya, mentions of war, mention of dead Tulkun and her baby, crying, and a fluff ending.

༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 620.

༉‧₊˚. Index. Tulkun — [is a large, intelligent marine species native to the oceans of Pandora].

༉‧₊˚. Notes. Anon, I’m sorry I took long with your request but I hope you’re still here to read it, I hope I did justice on this and I hope you liked it.

༉‧₊˚. Extra. Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 🤍

༉‧₊˚. Starred Links. Navigation + Masterlist + Prompts + Taglist

Nothing hurt Lo'ak more than to see Tsireya crying while everyone else talked about whether to go to war or not. His gaze lingered on her, wanting to go over to her but as soon as he moved his feet in her direction, the meeting was over and people started leaving. Tsireya took that as her moment to run away from the crowd and he followed after her. 

 “Tsireya wait-,” he calls out for her but she doesn’t stop, he doesn’t give up and continues to follow her. They ran for a couple of minutes not caring about the wandering looks as they passed by. Tsireya slowed down after she reached the secluded part of the beach no one but she knew and it soon became their spot to sneak off to. 

“Tsireya…,” he softly spoke as she slowly sat and let out a sob she held in and Lo’ak heart broke at the sound, at the way she looked so defeated, so scared of what was to come. Lo’ak moves toward her and sits down next to her immediately pulling her into his embrace not saying anything just holding her tight. 

He knew what to do when it came to comfort, he had done it before with his sisters whenever they were sad so he knew what to do but he added a few things to it, he drew shapes softly at the lower of her back as he let her cry it out, waiting patiently for she to talk. “Th… They killed my mother’s spirit sister… and her baby…” she forced out between sobs and Lo’ak brows furrowed together at the cruelty sky people had, he hated how they had no respect for the planet and the beautiful creatures that were a part of it. 

“How can someone be so cruel to kill not only the mom… but her baby who just was born? They didn’t ask for this,” Tsireya sobbed more as Lo’ak contemplated what to say. “What if they come here?” Tsireya lifts her head off of his chest to look up at him, he breaks more at the sight of her puffy eyes and the tears that left a trail on her beautiful face, he cursed to himself never wanting to see such a beautiful girl like her cry, wanting to take away the pain as long as she stays happy. 

“What if they don’t stop there? What if they come here? What if they hurt my family, what if they hurt me…” Tears left her eye as she asked these questions that sounded jumbled as she got emotional even more, Lo’ak raises to wipe away the tears, she brings her hand to his removing it from her face and wrapping her entire hand onto his pinky as she looked into his eyes. “What if they hurt you?” As more tears glistened in her eyes, Lo’ak wrapped his other hand over hers, rubbing it softly.

“Hey, I won’t allow anything or anyone to hurt you, they would have to go through me first,” he smiles a bit trying to get a smile on her face but no luck. “Everything’s going to be okay,” he coos softly as he goes back to drawing shapes on her back. “How’d you know?” She questions softly and he just smiles, “Because you got me protecting you and I’ll do anything to make sure you’re safe, and if they do come, I promise you they won’t win, I mean look at me, I’m strong enough to take them down,” he flexes his muscles with a smirk on his face and all Tsireya can do is laugh but deep down she couldn’t be happier that she found someone amazing like him.

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[ailendolin]

Mike Peabody/DI Bones, snow and tradition plss 🙏

Since it took me so long to write your prompt, I chose an Easter setting for your fic to fit the time of year, anon. I hope you like this little fluffy piece between Mike and Milton!

A/N: Milton is the first name I've given D.I. Bones in my fics.

List of prompts is here.

Filled prompts are here, here, here, here and here on AO3.

Prompts are closed.

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Snowfall [AO3]

It was snowing when Mike woke up on Easter Monday.

For a moment, all he could do was blink at the window in quiet and sleep-addled disbelief. The last few days had been blissfully warm and no matter how much he usually enjoyed the sight of snow, he was longing for the gentle warmth and colours of spring now, not the harsh cold of winter. If nature wanted to cover the world in snow, he thought resentfully, it should have done so at Christmas.

With a groan, he turned his back to the window and shuffled closer to Milton, intent on ignoring the return of winter. 

“What is it?” Milton mumbled around a yawn. His voice was soft with sleep and when he instinctively wrapped his arms around Mike to pull him close, Mike smiled despite himself.

“It’s snowing,” he said.

Even though his words were muffled against Milton’s chest and barely discernible, Milton went still beneath him. “Snowing?”

Oh no, Mike thought, blearily realising his mistake. One of the first things he’d learned about Milton long before they’d gotten together was how much he loved snow. If the weather forecast even so much as mentioned the possibility of snowfall, Milton would keep glancing at the windows with a hopeful look on his face that made puppies begging for a treat look like amateurs. And when it did start snowing, his whole face would light up in childlike wonder and he’d grip Mike’s hand with a breath-taking smile before he pulled him outside.

Mike loved seeing him like this – happy, carefree and relaxed. It was a rare sight these days with work bearing down on them like it did and leaving at least one of them hurt or bruised nearly every other weak. If not physically, then mentally. But not even the prospect of that beautiful smile was enticing enough to make him give up their warm and comfortable bed at 7.30 am on Easter Monday to go frolic in the snow.

“Don’t you dare,” he warned softly when he felt Milton move in an attempt to grab his pair of glasses from the nightstand. “We’re not going outside to build a snowman.”

He didn’t have to open his eyes to know Milton was pouting at him. “But it’s tradition!”

“Not on Easter, it isn’t,” Mike said.

“But–“

“No one builds a snowman on Easter, Mil. The neighbours will laugh at us.”

Milton snorted. “As if that ever bothered you before.”

He had a point so Mike switched gears. “It’s too early. And too cold.”

“We’re already awake, and we can bundle up,” Milton said brightly. When Mike remained silent, he added a quiet, “Please? It’ll be fun.”

Mike groaned. How could he say no to that? Milton never asked much of him. If anything, he always put Mike first and his own needs second. He was the only person apart from Sam who had ever done that, and sometimes Mike felt guilty about how easy Milton made it to love him because he knew he wasn’t the easiest person to love in return. He came with his fair share of issues and struggles but Milton, the wonderful person that he was, had embraced them all with that charming smile of his and simply said, “I love all of you, Mike.”

And even though love was not and never should be a competition, there were times when Mike couldn’t help but think that Milton did most of the work, most of the accommodating, when it came to their relationship. Going out into the snow on a Monday morning didn’t seem so bad compared to all the nights Milton had spent softly talking to him after a nightmare had left him shaking or sleeping in an uncomfortable chair when another work-related accident had once again landed Mike in the hospital. He had a lot to put up with on a day-to-day basis so Mike figured the least he could do was humour him and join him outside to build a snowman. Even if it was April and way too early in the morning.

“All right,” he sighed in defeat and was rewarded with a happy squeeze and lingering press of lips against his forehead.

“I love you,” Milton said softly, almost reverently. “So much.”

Mike lifted his head and craned his neck to kiss him properly. “Love you, too. Can we stay five more minutes in bed, though?”

Milton huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, all right. But then we’ll go outside?”

“Deal.”

Happy with the compromise, Mike lay his head back down on Milton’s chest and listened to the steady beating of his heart.

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Half an hour later, after getting dressed and shoving some hastily made toast into their mouths, they were standing outside in their small garden, each of them bundled up in several layers of flannel, a warm winter coat, woollen hat and fleece-lined mittens. The smile on Milton’s face was bright and full of familiar wonder as he turned in a circle and looked at the snow around them.

“I can’t believe it snowed so much!” he exclaimed happily and promptly let himself fall backwards into it. Mike watched in quiet amusement as he moved his arms and legs up and down to make a snow angel and helped him back to his feet once Milton was done and held out his hand to him.

“You have snow all over yourself,” he commented fondly and gently brushed it off the back of Milton’s coat. “There, that’s better.”

“Thank you,” Milton said, almost shyly, and leaned up to press his lips to the corner of Mike’s mouth. When he pulled back, he flashed him a smile before he turned around to admire his snow angel. “Not bad, huh?”

Mike glanced at the crushed snow at their feet. It didn’t look like much, if he was being honest, and the thought must have shown on his face because a moment later, Milton laughed and threw a snowball at him.

“Hey!” Mike protested. “What was that for?”

Instead of answering, Milton just grinned and bent down to pick up more snow.

Oh, you’re going to regret this, Mike thought before he did the same. He might not love snow as much as Milton did but he had one advantage over him: he’d grown up with Sam. She had always been merciless when it came to snowball fights so Mike had quickly learned to be merciless in return so as not to get soaked. Milton wouldn’t know what hit him.

He was right. Ten minutes later, he was standing over Milton with a look of triumph on his face. “Do you admit defeat?”

“Yes!” Milton laughed in-between gasps. His face was flushed red from the cold and ice crystals sparkled in his hair. His woollen hat lay somewhere near the snow angel, crushed and caked in snow.

He was the most beautiful thing Mike had ever seen.

Letting his last snowball fall to the ground, Mike knelt down, cupped Milton’s face in his hands and pulled him into a long, loving kiss. “Never challenge a Peabody to a snowball fight.”

“Noted,” Milton said breathlessly. “Can we build a snowman now?”

Unable to resist, Mike kissed him again. “I have a better idea.”

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An hour later, they were standing in their living room with cups of hot chocolates in their hands and admiring their handiwork. Their garden looked like a battlefield but in the middle of all the carnage, right next to the remains of Milton’s snow angel, two little snow bunnies were curiously nosing at a carrot Mike had found in their fridge earlier.

“They’re perfect,” Milton sighed happily and leaned his head on Mike’s shoulder. “Thank you for indulging me today.”

“As if that’s ever a hardship,” Mike said softly and wrapped an arm around him to pull him closer. Nodding towards the bunnies, he asked, “Do you reckon we should send Sam and Bob a picture?”

Milton snorted. “If you want a report on the myth of the Easter Bunny and a series of emojis expressing Sam’s disgust over how cute they are, then sure, go ahead.”

Mike took a contemplative sip of his hot chocolate. “I think we might keep them to ourselves a little longer.”

“Might be too late for that,” Milton said, amused, and pointed at the two pairs of eyes curiously peeking over their fence. Mike followed his gaze and laughed. They gave the neighbour’s kids a little wave and received two wide-grinned thumbs-up in return. “You realise we’ll have to this every year now, don’t you?”

Mike had resigned himself to that even before he’d suggested they make little bunnies out of snow rather than traditional snowmen. “Good thing it’s not snowing on Easter every year.”

“We could always get artificial snow…” Milton mused with a twinkle in his eye.

“Oh, sod off,” Mike laughed and playfully shoved him before he pulled him into a kiss. He felt Milton smile against his lips and closed his eyes to savour the moment. Given their line of work, days like this were precious, and he’d learned long ago to hold onto what little happiness they both managed to carve out for themselves with all his might.

Sometimes, it was not enough. There were days when the exhaustion seemed to never end; when the worry settled so deeply into his bones it made his hands shake.

But there was also hope – hope that one day, things would be better. That the sound of carefree laughter would echo around the house every day and they’d always have a reason to smile. It was the kind of future Mike had always dreamed about, and with Milton by his side, it didn’t just seem possible but actually worth fighting for.

Even if it meant building snow bunnies in April.

#di bones #mike peabody #peabones #horrible histories #my fic #ask game prompt ficlet

[jelliezellie]

YOU WRITE FOR BNHA NOW?!?!?!? OMFG HERE TAKE MY PROMPTS ((i'm sending these DAILY now)) OKAY SO!!

I know you have migraines b/c you posted about it and I have them too. Can you write an Aizawa x Reader with migraines? Like he takes care of them, tells people to fuck off when they try to disturb you, stuff like that? make it extra fluffy

-🍙

LMFAO I LOVE YOUR ENERGY <3 OFC I'LL WRITE THIS SHIT!!! THANK YOU SM FOR THE ASK MY FRIEND!

This is gonna be a lil angsty but way more comfort. It's fluffy all around!

Aizawa x Reader with Migraines

when you told Aizawa you had migraines, he immediately learned everything he could about them and how to help you.

he really really tries!

he sleeps a bunch so he has blackout curtains, perfect for blocking light.

also has noise-cancelling headphones because of "those damn kids."

often sleeps next to you when you have migraines, which prompts you to sleep it off pretty often.

when they get really bad, he rubs your back and stays silent. his presence is super comforting.

always ALWAYS gets you water and a snack. plus meds (if you have them)

You sat down, the burden of the day weighing down on you. The light in your kitchen began to get brighter. You squinted, trying to ignore it, but it was no use. Noises were getting louder and lights were getting brighter. You got up, trying to navigate to the bedroom. "Hun, I'm home. I got us some takeout, too-" He stopped as his eyes reached your hunched figure. "Shit," He whispered, putting the food on the table. He wrapped his scarf around your eyes, guiding you to the bedroom, helping you lay on the bed. He closed the curtains and you let out a sigh of relief. "I'll be right back," He whispered. He hurried to the kitchen where he got water and your meds, then gently placed them on your nightstand. Aizawa sat next to you, propping you up. "Take one of these. It'll go away soon," He whispered. You nodded and complied, the movement hurting your head. You laid back down, followed by him. He wrapped his arms around you, making sure you felt safe in his embrace. Slowly, you drifted off to sleep.

You frowned. Your thoughts began to wash over you like a wave of fire. "What if he's tired of having to take care of this?" "What if I'm making him even more stressed" "What if I'm a burden?" A tear fell from your eye and Aizawa saw. "Hey. Is it getting worse?" It was actually getting better. A lot better. Still, the thought made you want to stay in bed for the rest of your life. "Hey." He whispered again. You sighed as the migraine was becoming less and less painful. "Am I a burden?"

His heart nearly stopped at that question. "A burden?" He repeated, as if he had to say it himself to even register the thought. "No. Absolutely not," He assured, squeezing your hand. "I take care of you because I love you. Not because I feel like I have to." You smiled a little. "You're the one thing in my life that doesn't feel like a burden. The truth is, I'm safe with you. And your migraines aren't going to make me tired of you." You sat up and hugged him, squeezing him tight. He rubbed your back. "Feeling better?" "Yeah. A lot better," You responded. "Alright. Let's eat that takeout now," He whispered, helping you up.

#aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #mha fluff #bnha fluff #aizawa fluff #aizawa x reader #aizawa headcanons #mha aizawa #shouta aizawa fluff #aizawa shouta fluff #aizawa shota x y/n #aizawa shota x you #aizawa shota x reader #shota aizawa #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction

[arlertdarling]

100+ follower event ♡

EVENT CLOSED

thank you to everyone who has participated!

i’ll aim to complete the rest of your requests this month, but keep in mind that i’m starting/still figuring out my next steps in education, so i’ll probably be quite busy and there may be delays, in which case i will let you know.

your patience and understanding is really appreciated and thank you again to those who have supported me and/or sent in a request<3

i never thought i’d actually be doing one of these, but here i am, at 100+ followers!? i was honestly quite shocked when i reached 50, but to think there’s twice as many of you now? it literally blows my mind, so thank you! i know it’s not a huge milestone but it means a lot to me and to celebrate, i’ve decided to do this request event!

this is my first time doing something like this and i don’t want to overwhelm myself, so the event will close after 10 requests and they’ll just be drabbles/short oneshots (200-800 words) — though i may be open to doing more, if i get that many and feel up to it! i’m not sure how long they’ll take me, but i’ll post updates on my progress.

below you’ll find more info and some rules about the event, so please read everything if you are interested in participating<3

reblogs are appreciated!

rules

sfw only

1 character per request and up to 2 requests per person

i prefer writing gender neutral and (relatively) ambiguous readers, so please don’t ask for specific characteristics

please refer to my general writing rules for what themes/content i do and don’t write

i’d prefer if you were following me but that’s not a requirement

i may decline your request (e.g. if it makes me uncomfortable or doesn’t abide by my rules)

if you have any questions, send me an ask!

characters

armin arlert

eren jaeger

mikasa ackerman

levi ackerman

hange zoë

genres

fluff

angst

hurt/comfort

prompts

gentle

bouquet

dawn

balcony

stereo

rain

party

dessert

moon

warmth

gift

blanket

pearls

dream

drive

teacup

garden

photograph

movie

haircut

TAKEN REQUEST SLOTS 10/10

in your request, please include a character, a genre and a prompt, AU OR trope!

you can also specify if you’d like it to be platonic or romantic and set in canon or a modern AU. if not specified, i’ll choose romantic and the setting i think fits.

examples:

hi! could i have a platonic hurt/comfort drabble for levi with the prompt ‘blanket’?

for the event, i’d like a fluffy childhood friends to lovers drabble for armin in canonverse!

can i request an angst drabble set in modern AU for eren with the ‘rain’ prompt?

for your follower event, i’d like to request a fluff drabble set in a flower shop AU with florist!hange

at the end of the event, i’ll make a mini masterlist of all the completed requests. you will also be able to find them, and any other event posts/updates, under the tag #{♡} juno’s 100+ event !!

thank you again to everyone who has followed me, reblogged, commented on and supported my writing! i’m looking forward to your requests<3

#boosts appreciated #!!! #100 followers #follower event #follower milestone #drabble requests #drabble event #request event #aot requests #x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #{♡} juno’s 100+ event !!

[eykismyfav]

The North Star

Genre: Hurt/Comfort? and oh so fluffy

Warnings: *sigh* I really don’t know what to put here...Canon typical violence, and some swearing, Maybe spoilers for 1899 please don’t read if you have not watched the show I will not make sense if you do.

Pairing: Eyk Larsen x Reader

Authors note: This is not proof read and might make no sense but I needed to write for him and i need to right for him now. Anyways here I am feeding my lovely readers with content for this underrepresented king. @maddieluvvvv​ you did not say who was comforting who...I am sorry. Also this for sure changes some plot points but just go with me please. I might edit later

Just a reminder that comment and feedback are very much appreciated!

italics are in your memory

Word Count: 940

Taglist: @maddieluvvvv and @justmasblack I have come to provide I hope you like it!

Request Open For Eyk Larsen

1899 Masterlist

Prompt List

You take a moment to observe your surroundings as you stand beside Eyk in a landscape that should not exist on a ship. You find yourself in a forest which you do not recognise but when you look at Eyk to ask where you were it was clear that he knew exactly where you were. You see the funny thing about the simulations is that with each new attempt something small or big will change. Most of the time it is a small bit you can never know until you encounter the change. There were two things you could always rely on however, one, you were always aware you were in a simulation from the very beginning and, two, Eyk would alway find his way back to you. It seems in this version of the simulation Eyk's past had changed.  “Eyk? Where are we?” You ask as you gently touch his shoulder. Eyk doesn’t respond to you, instead he starts to run through the woods towards an unknown goal.“No, no, no...” Eyk mutters as he runs.“Eyk! Wait!” You shout chasing after him. Somehow you manage not to lose him as you make your way into a clearing. “Jesus Christ! Eyk where are we...” Your voice teeters out as your eyes land on a house in the center of the clearing.“Nina?” His voice is barely above a whisper as he looks at the young girl in the window. Just then another figure comes to the window for you to see this one seems older, closer to Eyk’s age. As soon as she enters your line of sight flames erupt behind the two.“Oh shit...Eyk!” You grasp his arm as he looks like he is about to run in. “Eyk! No...” there is a struggle to keep him from rushing forward, “it isn’t real! You can’t save them, please stop struggling.” Your soft begging voice seems to snap him back to the present reality as he stops struggling, seeming to notice you for the first time since you had entered his memory.“Y/N what is going on? What do you mean this isn’t real? this is my memory, my dream, how are you even here?” The man turns to look at you grabbing your shoulders to keep you from backing away even though you both know you had no intention of leaving him anytime soon.“Eyk that is a very complicated and difficult question to answer...I don’t know how to tell you this...I never do though you think I would eventually get better at this.” You say the last part to yourself but given your close proximity he can hear every word.“What do you mean?”“It’ll be easier to just show you follow me.” You grab his hand leading him away from the fire and into a new memory, this one belonging to you.

You walk into your apartment and are hit by the delicious smell of dinner being cooked. Gently placing your bag on the ground you make your way into the kitchen. Upon entering you find Eyk standing with his back to you cooking over the stove with light background music playing. You smile lightly to yourself thinking about just how lucky you are to have him in your life. Silently you make your way up behind him wrapping your arms around his toned middle and resting your head between his shoulder blades. 

“Hello..” Comes your muffled voice as you nuzzle your nose deeper into his back.

“Hello my star, how was your day?”Eyk chuckles upon hearing your groan in response to his question.

“Long,” You grab a bite of whatever it is he was cooking before taking a seat on the countertop. “My boss is such a piece of work sometimes I really can’t stand her you know!” Eyk in the meantime has resumed cooking, nodding along as you rant on and on about your day. Eventually you stop rambling and just watch as he cooks admiring his beauty. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he pauses what he is doing to walk up to you standing between your legs. “What do you want?”

“Am I not allowed to just say I love you?”

“No,” He smirks at you. “Now, what do you want?”

“Ugh...Fine you caught me. I would like a kiss from my handsome husband please.” Eyk grins at you.

“Very well what the woman wants she shall receive.”  He leans in and kisses you softly cupping your face in his hands. All too soon you two are forced to pull away from each other.

“Umm Eyk?”

“Yes my love?” he seems slightly lost in a trace so you can’t really blame him for not noticing what you had noticed.

“I think something is burning...”

“Shit!” He exclaims rushing over to the stove but it was too late.

“I’ll order us a pizza.” You giggle hopping off the counter and placing a light kiss on his cheek as he huffs out some air in frustration

Eyk looks at you after you show him your memory, his hand gently raising to cup you cheek. For the first time in all the attempts at the simulation he says something that truly shocks you.

“I remember.” With those two simple words spoken so softly and with such tenderness it reduces you to tears. 

“You...you remember?”

“Yes I am so sorry for my beautiful North Star. It all makes sense now why I always looked to you for directions why I always find you in a crowd. You always have shined the brightest. Thank you for helping me remember.”

#eyk larsen #Captain Eyk #eyk x reader #one shot #Eyk Larsen x reader #captain eyk x reader #hurt/comfort #1899 netflix #1899 Eyk #1899 #1899 spoilers

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Since you're in a writing mood, how about dealer's choice for the hurt/comfort prompts set in the werewolf AU (because I honestly can't get enough of it!). ☺️

oh hoo ho dealer's choice you say?? I am taking this opportunity to SELF-INDULGE cause I can't stop thinking about overprotective werewolf jake when ronnie's pregnant

so i'm choosing 39. "Here, let me carry you."

this is way more in the realm of pure fluff than hurt/comfort....again i am indulging. i am on my period. let me live a little.

word count: 882

warnings: general pregnancy stuff, jake being a bit of a horn dog, the very beginnings of labor stuff, mostly fluffy goodness

The pup could come any day now. And Ronnie felt it. She felt huge, and just that morning her belly dropped completely. Most of her hours were spent on the couch, reading or watching tv. She was ready for that baby to just get out of her already. 

She missed hiking, she missed riding on Jake’s back through the woods…

She missed getting to walk to the kitchen. 

Anytime she even made a hint of a move to get up from the couch, Jake was already on his feet asking what she needed. Throughout her pregnancy, he barely let her lift a finger when he was around. And it had only gotten more intense the closer to her due date she got. Now, he barely let her walk on her own. 

Oh, but she didn’t mind. She didn’t mind in the slightest when she felt so pampered and protected and loved. Even if she did miss walking sometimes. 

Now she sat caged against Jake’s chest, his focus on the football game on TV while she read. His wide palm ran all along the expanse of her belly, feeling as the pup kicked and pushed against his touch. Like they were playing some game.

Eventually, Jake just turned the TV off to focus on his pup.

“I wanna hold him,” Jake muttered before pressing a kiss into the side of Ronnie’s neck. “For real.”

They chose not to know the sex until the pup was born. But they had gotten into the habit of calling it he. Just a gut feeling.

She smiled as she set down her book. Opting instead to fit her hands over Jake’s, right over where their pup lay waiting for the right time to come into the world. Ronnie had memorized the signs. She knew that it was close, could feel that weight pressing down on her pelvis and had even felt a few light contractions. Though she dared not tell Jake about them, knowing that he would immediately try to call the midwife. But Ronnie knew there was still time. Still time for just the two of them.

“You know what’s weird?” she asked and Jake hummed, the vibrations of it going down her spine. “I’ll never get to hold him this close again. We’ve been one for so long…I’m gonna miss him being right here.” 

Jake curled closer around her, held her just a bit tighter against his chest. Then he whispered cheekily into her ear, “Guess I’ll just have to put another one in ya, then.”

Ronnie laughed as she slapped playfully at his thigh. Jake’s rumble of a chuckle made both their bodies shake. 

“Eventually, big guy, eventually,” she giggled lightly. “Let me push this one out first.” 

“Hmm, you like the sound of that, pup?” he asked, head tilted towards her belly as he drummed his fingers against it. “Wanna be a big brother someday?”

The pup pushed hard into his hand and they both laughed again.

Ronnie tapped his forearm. “Let me up — I gotta pee.” 

“Here, let me carry you,” Jake said as he moved out from behind her and onto his feet. 

“Jake.” She leveled her mate with a look and he just smiled sheepishly at her. 

He shrugged. “Could be the last time I get to hold you both.”

She relented with a sigh, never having been good at denying him in the first place. Jake grinned as he scooped her up easily. No grunts of effort or even having to adjust her in his arms. She was instantly comfortable, one arm beneath her knees and the other around her middle. Ronnie leaned into his warm chest, felt his heart beating beneath her ear while her hands smoothed over the curve of her bump. 

As he walked back to their bedroom to their en-suite, another light contraction made her belly tense beneath her hands. Ronnie tried to hide it, but she sucked in a sharp breath as the pain shot up her spine. That was new. 

“What was that?” Jake asked, worry lacing his tone as he sidestepped through their bedroom door. 

“Just a little pain,” she said with a pat on his chest. “Nothing to worry about.” 

“Is it cause I carried you?” he questioned as he gently set her back down on her feet.

“No, no.” Ronnie braced her hands on her lower back. “It’s fine.” 

There was a sudden warm, wet feeling in her pants. She couldn’t see around her belly, but she was sure there was a dark stain forming in her sweats as the wetness dripped down her legs. At first, she just felt embarrassed. A heat rose in her cheeks as she looked up at Jake with wide eyes.

“Baby…Did you just pee your pants?” he questioned while holding back a laugh. 

“I — I don’t think so! Maybe?” she chuckled nervously, high-pitched. 

That certainly didn’t feel like she peed her pants. Ronnie’s brow furrowed as her hand slipped beneath her belly. Something felt different. Then she felt a soft pop between her legs and more liquid rushed out.

“Ronnie…” Jake placed tentative hands on her waist as he looked down at her.

“Oh,” she gasped, her hand reaching up to rest against Jake’s chest as she leaned against him. “M-My water just broke…”

#annie answers #hurt/comfort dialogue prompts #writing prompts #oc: ronnie bradshaw #fic: the echo (or the answer) #fd: top gun #werewolf au #werewolf!topgun #alpha!jake x ronnie bradshaw #alpha!jake #alpha!hangman #werewolf!jake #werewolf!hangman #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin x oc #jake seresin x oc #hangman x oc #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake seresin imagine #hangman imagine

[kneelingshadowsalome]

lmao im sorry for making your blog a space for arguments, but, as the autistic engel anon, i am autistic 😭😭

i genuinely only sent that ask because that's how i myself am perceived by people and how i often end up feeling. the sarcastic "self-indulgent" was the thing that i thought would make it clear where im coming from.

i dont know if this is a language barrier sort of thing but i dont know why That would make people assume that i am not autistic, or why me making that kind of ask to comfort myself is suddenly turned into this kind of conversation lol

especially since i hear the term "loser" towards myself a lot (as well as its synonyms) from other people who don't understand me and don't believe that i could be autistic (because of being a woman, being able to mask well, living in a country that isn't educated on the topic well enough yet)

so like. idk! im sorry for saying something that anon found hurtful, but i think that across most communities that are jokes/sayings/etc that are okay for some people and aren't okay for others. so im sorry if what i said was indeed as hurtful as the other anon described it. i genuinely didn't intend to hurt anyone especially since i sent that ask after being mistreated by someone close to me and wouldn't want to someone else to feel hurt by it

and if that was the case for most people then maybe it would really be better to delete it? im not sure, but thank you as a writer for creating something so beautiful in response to my ask 🫶🩷

Look! 🩷 My darling autistic engel anon. I loved your ask and the first thing I did in the morning was write a little something for it because I thought it was adorable, relatable and delightful. The fact that you came to me of all ppl with that prompt, then came to thank me and say that it’s beautiful?! means the world to me! I don’t want to delete it 🩷 Of course if the majority of people came to me with torches and pitchforks I might reconsider but it sure doesn't look like it, and I trust that those who didn't like it just scrolled past, unfollowed, blocked, you know, the usual. At the end of the day, this is just a silly little cock blog curated by an autistic dumbo :D

I’m here to provide myself and other people a romantic escape, I'm here to address all kinds of funny crazy thirsty tropes, issues, kinks, whatever through writing because it's a much more controlled and safe environment compared to real life. But I can’t please everyone and it’s a bit futile to even try, I'm not perfect. Someone might find my blurbs and fics too fluffy, for someone else they're too angsty, too kinky, too vanilla, too this, too that, insensitive, problematic, boring, evil, I dunno. What other people perceive as cute, beautiful and self-indulgent might be something completely different to others. We're all different and for me your ask happened to bring joy 💌

#answered

[unrequitedloveletter]

okay! It’s that time of the year again! My account anniversary has technically already passed--it was technically two years last month I but didn’t actively start posting until the 27th of this month in 2021, so we’re celebrating in april--and both not passed yet, but I was like “two birds get to eat one scone” so we’re celebrating three weeks early. 

Anyway!! Characters to whom this event applies are the same as normal with a new addition or two: we’ve got Alina, Mal, Zoya, and Nikolai from Shadow and Bone, Kaz, Inej, Nina, Matthias, Jesper and Wylan from Six of Crows, Pin Hawthorne from Free Rein because I miss him, Joel Miller from the Last of Us, and because I haven’t written for them in a while and I cannot run two accounts at once for the life of me, Jayce and Viktor from Arcane!

The event, as per usual, is below the cut, and all I ask with this event is that, if you don’t want the reader to be gender neutral--as is my default because I typically write in second person--please let me know!

CONCERT LINEUP

BOYGENIUS

I’ll give everything I’ve got, please take what I can give- blurbs! Fluffy blurbs, to be specific! I’m putting a cap on these at 800 words and I’ll take just about anything, so long as its fluffy!

in another life, we were arsonists- word prompts! Send me any word--it can be the most basic word you’ve ever seen or something specific!--and I’ll write a fic using that word as the inspo

You could absolutely break my heart, that’s how I know that we’re in love- relationship angst! I’ll write nearly anything for this, even if it breaks my heart, makes me rethink life entirely, and ends up being a lot longer than I meant for it to be, any relationship angst is game, the goal here is to sob.

always an angel, never a god- angst prompts! The link for the prompt list is here, and you can send in as many prompts in combination with each other as you want!

NOVO AMOR

so, it’s probably nothing, but it’s been on my mind sometime and I can’t let it go- hug prompts! The link for those is here, and again, you can send in as many combinations as you want!

a dose, a moment to live in- small moments! Give me moments of time that can seem insignificant but are actually very significant to you and I’ll write a fic!

I can’t seem to let myself leave you, but I can’t breathe anymore- longfics! These ones will probably be four or five thousand words in length, and the only thing I ask of you is that requests for this prompt keep to my theme of angst or hurt/comfort with this event!

anchor up to me love- okay! kiss prompts! The link is here, all that’s required for this prompt is that you send along a kiss prompt and whatever else you want to add

CONAN GRAY

it’s not like the novels- titles! Come up with a fic title, provide to me any other specifics you have in mind, and I’ll use whatever you give me to write a fic!

I want a love like the movies- give me a trope/character dynamic from this list, a song (or a specific lyric from a song that you want me to base it off of, or even a poem, anything that is seen as art is acceptable here) and a time of day. I’ll use that to write a fic with a minimum of 1k words. 

maybe we lost all the love that we had, and I can’t pretend it’ll ever come back- give me a one-word emotion (yearning, joy, contentment, anguish, anger, remorse) and a prompt of your choosing (it can be from a list I’ve linked anywhere on my account/this post, or one you come up with!) and i’ll use that to write a fic or make a moodboard!

I wish that you would stay in my memories- give me something mundane and I’ll write a fic of the character you choose doing that thing!

SINGLES

felt like home- ships + moodboards!! Give me a bit about you, an activity you associate with spring, and I’ll ship you with someone from the Grishaverse or Arcane!

am I comfortable in silence? or is it eating me alive?- angst freebie! no prompts or specific angst necessary here, just hit me with your saddest ideas and I’ll probably write anything for this!

something is rotten inside of me. I have to find it and cut it out- go wild here! I’ll accept any combination of prompts, nearly any idea, concepts that you just want to discuss without them turning into a fully fledged fic, or just, if you want to say hi and shoot the shit about something, this prompt isn’t necessary but you’re welcome to use it if you need an excuse :)

mutual tags: @ell0ra-br3kk3r​ @b3kk3r-by-br3kk3r​ @sophierequests-trashblog​

#alina starkov #mal oretsev #nikolai lantsov #zoya nazyalensky #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #nina zenik #matthias helvar #pin hawthorne #jayce talis #viktor #joel miller #alina starkov x reader #mal oretsev x reader #nikolai lantsov x reader #zoya nazyalensky x reader #kaz brekker x reader #inej ghafa x reader #jesper fahey x reader #wylan van eck x reader #nina zenik x reader #matthias helvar x reader #pin hawthorne x reader #jayce talis x reader #viktor x reader #joel miller x reader #six of crows #shadow and bone

[justmywriting1313]

Writing Prompts list 1 (Miscellaneous but mainly hurt/comfort)

Okay so I made this and another one that will be up soon for you guys so that while you're waiting for the taken for granted fic part 2 and other stuff you can request this with any hq character you want!!! 

Format of asking with example:

HQ character name: Ushijima

Timeskip: Yes or no

Prompt number: 1, 56 and 64

One line in which you explain angst or fluff 

RULES:

No more than three prompts per request. 

DIALOGUE PROMPTS 

MISCELLANEOUS (Meaning I dont know how to categorise them and Its 2 am and I lost my patience tho knowing me its probabs all fluffy protective angst)

(Some are obviously romantic and fluffy so i’ll mark them with a 💜 but the rest are here and there kind of thing)

“I’m worried about you”

“I meant it when I said I would protect you”

“I’m not stepping aside until you back up”

“It’s too cold for you to come out here without a jacket on”

“I’ll go see what the noise was”

“Stay on the phone with me”

“Promise me you’ll be safe”

“I don’t feel comfortable with you going there on your own”

“They did what to you?”

“I won’t let you go through something like that again” 

“I’m not perfect, but I’m trying my hardest to do everything to keep you safe”

“Do you even see how pale you are?”

“No you’re not fine. you need help!”

“I’m going to fix you right up okay?”

“I can’t stand seeing you in so much pain”

“I need to clean you up first”

“There’s so much blood”

“As cute as you are when sick and needy get better now please” 💜

“Nothing’s gonna happen to me with you taking care of me right?”

“Don’t ever leave my sight again”

“Where are you going? Its not safe right now” 

“You’re scared of that aren’t you? I told you so”

“Don’t touch them... don’t you dare touch them”

“It’s cute that you tried to protect me and all that but you’re like a foot shorter than me you know?” 💜

“I will always step in between you and something like that”

“No don’t do that it’s not safe” 

“I’ll drive you but please please don’t go like this”

“Wait let me walk you home”

“I’m not gonna let you put up with that”

“Stay behind me”

“I love you of course I’m going to defend you like that”

“Are you planning to stay glued to my side this whole evening?” 💜

“I’m coming to get you... dont you dare move”

“You don’t actually expect me to just let you go do you?”

“I’m not leaving this place without you” 

“It’s your fault for expecting me to take this seriously” 💜

“You’re sleeping with me tonight”💜

“You’re cute when you’re angry”💜

“I never said I don’t think about you” 💜 

“Say the words and I’m yours” 💜

“Would it kill you to relax?”

“Thats the problem! you don’t think you deserve something so you ruin it” 

“I don’t want your apology”

“You’ve never hurt me ever...(before)”

“I let you down”

“Fuck what everybody else thinks” 

“This is quite possibly the last thing I had wanted to be doing tonight” 

“Do not touch that... I’m warning you”

“Get your ass over here before I drag you here myself”

“I think it’s adorable how easily you blush” 💜

“I just want to take care of you” 💜

“Don’t tell me not to worry because I’m going to do that anyway” 💜

“If you’re so cold why didn’t you say something?”

“Wait this was a bad idea, now my face is like a tomato” 💜

“They are too good for me... don’t ya think?” 💜

“God you’re so precious” 💜

“Whenever I kiss your cheek you light up like the red light on the police car” 💜

“If I kiss you once I will do it a hundred more times... i’m warning you” 💜

“I’ve learned that you telling me to ‘shut up’ is really just you saying ‘stop making me blush’“ 💜

“I don’t care that you’re sick...In fact you need more cuddles now than ever” 💜

“Tell me I’m cute or I’ll tickle you” 💜

“I love you you insolent cockroach so shut up and let me love you!” 💜

“The best way you could possibly cheer me up is to give me some space” 

“I’m sad and I’m going to keep being sad until you hug me” 💜

“I’m sorry... I must have been a really awful person to you for you to think I would do that to you”

“Tell me about your day sweetheart, let me make it better” 💜

“It’s not up for discussion, you’re my date” 💜

“Baby please shut the fuck up... said with love and care” 💜

“Nothing is wrong with you”

“Tell me what’s wrong? please please please tell me whats wrong” 

“If you don’t want to keep standing may I suggest sitting in my lap? Much recommended. Great comfort quality” 💜

“You’re being cute and sweet. It’s making me want to kiss you” 💜

“I can’t help it, you’re fun to mess with” 💜

“Please don’t shut me out” 

“I can’t believe you haven’t noticed, I’m screaming for someone to notice, to help me, and yet no one does” 

“Is it that hard to ask for help?”

“We’re on the same team why the hell are you hiding things from me?”

“OMG is that why you’ve been wearing that sweater so goddam much”

“You’re okay?? Really you're okay? cause this doesn’t fucking look like it”

“Try to eat something please” 

“I’ll protect you... they’ll never touch you again” 

“Your ability to distract me is unmatched” 💜

“You promised me... you promised me you wouldn’t be reckless” 

“I feel like I’m going to love you for a very long time” 💜

“As long as we dont separate in the crowd I’ll be fine” 

“You told me you were okay... you promised me you were okay”

“How does anyone expect me to deal with this?”

“Hush now, It’s alright. you’re not alone” 💜

“I love you even when you’re sleepless, annoying and frustrated or rather frustrating” 💜

“You’re my baby, and i’ll be damned if anyone tries to say otherwise” 💜

“My future has you in it. Everything else is just a bonus” 💜

“If you think I’m not sleeping on your chest/boobs all night you’re wrong” 💜

“Are you ashamed of me?”

“I might’ve just lost the only good thing to have happened to me”

“Just one more chance please I’ll do anything”

“Well you're not allowed to leave me ever okay please promise promise never”

“I’m sorry I won’t do it again”

“Can you keep holding my hand please” 

“Let me hug you” 💜

“You always duck away when you smile... please let me see you” 💜

“Like I expected you're much comfier than my pillow” 💜

“You came back?”

“I promised you this didn’t I”

“I love you a lot more than you will ever believe” 💜

“Quit smiling at me, I cant stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that” 💜  

“Wait dont pull away not yet” 💜

“I’ll feel better if you let me walk you home” 💜

“If I do this you have to promise to kiss me” 💜 

“It’s my turn to use, my turn to hurt someone else instead of being hurt...” 

“Im like 99% sure this is illegal” 

“This is my favourite day ever” 💜

“I’m not moving. Your lap is comfy” 💜 

“You’re my new pillow” 💜 

“Please dont make me answer that”  

“Did you just hiss at me” 

“Its 6 in the morning. You are not having vodka”

“What was I supposed to do? the kids they ambushed me” 💜 

“You dont know what you do to me do you?” 💜 

“I just want you to be safe. Thats all Ive ever wanted for you” 

“I love you.. I do but I need you to go away because you’re really bloody distracting and I really have to pass this test tomorrow okay?” 💜

“You weren’t there... why weren’t you there?” 

“I’m going to die and I’m going to die with an absolute idiot” 

“Lie to me please I’m begging you lie to me. Make me feel whole again” 

“What am in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I have been nothing to you” 

“Fight me you stuffy bitch? Come o whatch’ya gonna do? you're just a stuff toy nothing more nothing less” 💜

“you're about as intimidating as a Chihuahua” 💜

“Come back to bed” 💜 

“No I’m supposed to be making you feel good” 💜

“Hey god I dont know if you're up there or listening but please please make this work out... this one has to be it, the one that stick okay?” 💜 (This would be brilliant with atsumu)

“My friends keep telling me to fix this...tell me how to fix it” 💜 (This as well) 

“I don’t remember a fight or any reason for a break up so why?”

“Give me one reason... any reason at all to fall out of love with you please”

“Quit trying to fix me when you need to fix yourself”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I thought you trusted me?

“What you did was stupid, reckless and dumb and exactly why I can’t leave you alone” 

“I dont want to do this without you” 

“Im sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me” 

“Did you do this to yourself?” 

“You know you try to hide it even though I can see right through you right?” 

“Theres something you’re not telling me” 

“Whats wrong with you? what the hell happened back there and I told you to stay by my side” 

“No I dont want to say goodbye not when I just got you back”💜

“You think its funny but its not. That hurts a lot” 

“I’ll always love you but trust is a different question entirely” 

“I dont want to live without you but that doesn’t mean I cant... dont make me prove it”

“I’d give up so much for just one more chance” 

“I need to go fix what I had with them”

“I want an answer and I’m not leaving without one” 

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending they're you” 

“ And what happens if I do this” 

“You make me want things I can’t have” 

“When you love someone you just dont stop... its not a switch you can flick on and off... ever even when everyone around you roll their eyes and call you crazy... especially then” 💜

“I cant be your secret... not anymore”   

“Don’t you dare tell me to give up on you and us like you, me and what we had didn’t mean anything cause I’ll do anything.. go to the ends of the earth and burn world and people down but giving up on this is the one thing I can’t do”

“I’m allowed to be obsessed with you Im your spouse” 💜

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[voices-of-my-brothers]

Hi! Could I ask for a fluffy parental Shaak Ti ficlet with either little Domino squad or some tubies (or both)?

- Robyn

So this is literally one of the sweetest things I have ever thought of, I don't know why I never thought of writing Shaak Ti with the tubies before!

But anyway, thank you @babynonbinarywitch for the prompt. I had a lot of fun writing this, especially of thinking of it from the tubies point of view and how they know how they're feeling but they can't put the words to it.

Got a few more words than the last one, 532 words in 20 minutes, which I'm quite proud of. Thank you to @eyayah-oya for giving it a quick read for me, as I didn't trust my work tired eyes to notice any mistakes.

Word of warning, there is a slight undertone/hint of child neglect on the part of the Kaminoans but nothing is explicitly said.

Ship: No ship

Rating: Gen.

Warnings: No warnings apply

Tags: Tubies, Shaak Ti, baby Fives, slight undertones of child neglect, from the point of view of a baby

He didn’t have the words for it, but if he did he would say that the world around him was bright. When it had been so dark for the months that he had been inside, the bright white of the room around him was too much. It made his eyes water and when he cried they watered even more. 

The blanket that he was wrapped in was scratchy. He didn’t know that the feeling had a name but he knew what the feeling was. It made his skin feel wrong in all of the wrong ways. He wanted the warmth of the water back. When he didn’t have to think about anything, when he never knew hunger or tiredness or pain. When he last felt safe.

He could feel the plastic walls around him, when he managed to free himself from the blanket he could feel the cold and the hard material above him and to the right and left. He couldn’t move like he used to. He couldn’t understand that before he was also encased. He couldn’t comprehend that there was a time before now. He only knew the now, the next meal, the next change. 

And sometimes, sometimes he knew the warmth.

Someone would come. And she was colourful. And her voice was soft and kind and she held him close and she fed him and she changed him and she sang to him and she played games with him and she soothed the pains that he had and she never left him to cry alone.

He couldn’t understand what she said, he didn’t even know they were words, but he knew that the sound was comforting.

“Hello there again little one,” Shaak Ti spoke softly as she scooped the tubie out of his bassinet. The label on the edge of the cot labelled him as CT-5555. Shaak Ti had learned to process through her feelings when she saw the tubies numbers, instead of names. She had wanted to name them, but the older clones had explained the importance of choosing their names and what it meant to them. And she would not take that away from them. She rocked the little one in her arms and smoothed a hand over the forming curls. “Time for a bottle I think.”

The child gurgled, and Shaak could feel his joy at her hold radiating out into the force. She knew that they all benefited from the touch of another living being but she was only one person, and she could not give them all the contact they needed every single day. But while she could she stretched herself as far as possible and moved between different batches. 

“And this is for you,” Shaak smiled as the child let out a squeal and sucked hungrily on the presented bottle. She held him as close as she could, for the time that she could, and she would never let them hurt the babies again. “I’m sorry I can’t hold you for longer little one, but while I am here, know that you are loved. And you are your own person, and one day you will grow into a strong and determined young man.”

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[eunoiaastralwings]

hello, I saw that your requests were open, I couldn't find if you had any rules for your requests.

May you write Ecthelion x Transmale!reader x Glorfindel with some fluff where the reader is nervous to go to a festival/ball that Turgon is holding because he is felling gender dysphoric and the two go and find him because he's not their and comfort him.

sorry if that is to much of a ask for you to do, but i would be very grateful if you do write it, if it is to much just to a fluffy Glorf x Reader annoying Ecthelion.

Thank You :)

featuring ecthelion x transmale!reader x glorfindel

fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

a/n dearest anon, I hope you like this —this is inspired from a real life occurrence of one of my best friends   — reading this request reminded me of them and instantly called them up asking if i could write it about that and they were so happy and let me. thanks for reminding me nonnie, my rules are now up.

warnings/disclaimer now while i may have this one trans friend  — it does not mean am an expert to know how exactly you feel nor the emotions they go through  — i hope have not offended anyone and if i have please let me know so i can correct  — i intended glorf’s behavior as some light fun to make the reader laugh  — i used they/them pronouns too if that’s ok :)

It had been almost 1 hour into the party — but there was no sign of you.

Ecthelion had looked across the room — and locked eyes with Glorfindel more times than the lord could count.

A part of him hoped at least Glorfindel had spotted you by now — but no — the feast was in full swing but unfortunately your two beloved ellons were having no fun — too worried about you,

Glorfindel made his way over to Ecthelion — he could see the impatience in his golden haired lover's eyes.

“Y/N isn't here? — am worried, melda. . .”

The usually cheery ellon sighed — somewhat pouting looking around the grand hall again.

“As am I, dearest— let us go find our silmë” (starlight).

Your lovers didn't hesitate — not even bothering to tell the other lords why they would disappear from the feast— but to them, you were what mattered most — formalities and such can wait.

When they neared your door— the first thing they heard were your soft cries — with occasional sobs.

Your lovers took one look at each other — then Glorfindel quickly knocked down your door — afraid you might be harmed.

“Y/N?” 

Times like these — whenever you were concerned, Ecthelion didn’t bother to scold Glorfindel for his actions —instead he was grateful.

Ecthelion rushed into the room to find you sitting near the foot of your bed — hugging your knees crying —however momentarily you were shocked by your golden haired lover’s actions.

But your dark haired lover — sat down in front of you and carefully started inspecting you for injuries.

“Elenya, are you hurt?” (my star).

He asked — Ecthelion lifted your arms and gently cupped your face.

“Y/N . . .”

Glorfindel took the spot next to you and stroked your hair — his other hand came to hold one of your hands as Ecthelion finished.

“Am not hurt. . .”

You choked out  — Ecthelion gently wiped away your tears.

“Then why are you crying, melda — you had us worried!”

Glorfindel asked and pulled your body closer to him.

“I did not mean to worry you both —am sorry. . .” 

You whimpered — feeling more upset now.

“Then tell us — why is that you are crying?”

Ecthelion asked — his hand now on your waist and softly caressing you over your thin underrobes  — if anything, he was finding hard to keep his hands off you.

You looked so ethereal and lovely — he just wanted to ravish you with kisses and worship your body — Glorfindel was no different, his hand were hovering over the laces — but they respected your boundaries.

“It’s stupid. . .”

“Nothing is stupid, darling  — unless if we are discussing about Glorfindel’s latest stunt.”

Glorfindel rolled his eyes  — but nevertheless smiled when you let out a small chuckle. 

“Tell us. . .”

He prompted just like your other lover.

You gestured to the bed — the eyes of both your lovers shot up to see a robe and dress discarded there.

“I don’t know. . . which to wear. . . I don’t know how I feel today”

“Oh melda — why didn’t you call us? We could have helped you choose.”

Ecthelion said — his expert eyes scanned the materials, already knowing which was the finer quality.

“But I just. . . I don’t know what I am . . . who am I?”

You almost broke down again.

“You’re our Y/N, our silmë— nothing you decide to wear, nor how you feel — or how you think of yourself will ever change that.” (starlight).

Glorfindel said —your ellon placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

“He’s right, my love. . . you’re perfect. . . both in or a dress — . . . absolutely breathtaking. . .”

Ecthelion breathed out hard — he placed a kiss on the pulse of your neck lovingly.

“But no matter what you wear. . . no clothing in this world can define your over glowing beauty. . .”

He finished.

“I wonder what I would look like —  if I wore a dress.”

Glorfindel suddenly commented — earning a kick from Ecthelion and a laugh from you.

“There, they are! My love!”

Glorfindel laughed and rubbed his sore knee.

Ecthelion rolled his eyes —  but continued stroking the soft skin of your cheek.

“Let us know — we will help you clothe up. . .”

Glorfindel winked at you  — you could feel Ecthelion’s smirk on the skin of your neck when your pulse quickened and Glorfindel placed an open kiss on your lips — he loved the color of your cheeks when you blushed.

You kissed back and just as you finished — Ecthelion turned your face to him and kissed you too.

When you pulled back — the redness of your full lips make him close his eyes and take a deep breath — he needed to control himself — but he found it so hard whenever it came to you.

“I mean look — I can pull this off!”

You heard Glorfindel — the both of you turned to find your golden haired lover and lord —  up on his feet and placing the dress that was on your bed — against him.

“Don’t I look dotting? Can I wear this dress and you were my robes?”

He winked and you burst into laughter.

Ecthelion shook his head at his lover’s antics —then helped you stand.

“If I wore this — it would accumulate my ass nicely!”

You were half tempted to deliver a nice slap to his ass when he turned — but Ecthelion was quicker and then he turned to place a kiss on Glorfindel’s lips.

“It does.”

Ecthelion was always well refined  — but when it came to you and Glorf. . .  —Let’s say he picked up a few habits. . .habits that made you a flustered mess and Glorfindel rather. . . needy.

You were overjoyed and happy to have them in your life — because no matter what you wore — nor what or who you felt like on a particular day  — they loved you the same  — you were still their Y/N. . . always.

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[yezielmoore]

27. Hail

This was a scene I was pondering in my head for the prompt. And then then the amazing @starofthemourning went and put a lovely AU in my hands (Archon Harmomy is the one that was in Val while Athene went to Eorzea and became the WoL) and wrote a super fluffy fill, so naturally the gremlin than lives in my brain had to grab the saddest part and insist that we were writing that and only that.

I'm starting to think the only reason i don't have an Angsty epiteth below my name is because i don't write much lol.

.-,-.

Haurchefant stopped outside the library. His father had told him that the newest member of the family (even if it wasn’t official and she didn’t know it yet. His father had all but signed the adoption papers already) usually spent what little free time she had in this room. That was why, bored as he was while convalescing from his brush with death, he decided that he could do the same in a different room for a change. 

So here he was, looking at Athene’s somber profile and hesitating uncharacteristically outside the room. Athene was a shining example of what a hero should be. Not perfect by any means, but… She was a bastion of strength to all that looked at her for guidance. A savior to many (and a heretic to just as many). The Warrior of Light he had met after the Banquet didn’t let her emotions reflect on her face this way, keeping a calculated distance from everyone but her closest companions, so to say he was surprised at seeing such an openly devastated expression on her was an understatement. Being witness to this made something uncomfortable wiggle in his chest and that she felt like this in the first place made him wish for his sword and shield.

Haurchefant knew she was under immense pressure, he wasn’t naive, but this despondency as she looked out the window was new to him. He had seen her hurt, exhausted to the point of losing consciousness, angry to the point her magic warmed the air around her, but never like this. Whether in happiness, anger or sadness she always looked alive.

Well, he would be a poor friend indeed if he left her to suffer her demons alone, so he squared his shoulders and pushed the door open all the way.

“My friend, there you are!” Haurchefant greeted with his customary cheer. He ignored the way she tensed and deliberately relaxed, the way she tucked away her emotions behind her worn down mask. “I haven't seen you in so long I had begun to worry a band of karakules had stolen you away.”

His words, spoken with utmost seriousness, startled a laugh from her. 

“They would be formidable foes indeed to penetrate Ishgard and get away with kidnapping me," she responded with a small smile.

"They are devious creatures," he confirmed with a wink and deposited the mugs on a low table near the fireplace. He raised an eyebrow at Athene and made an expressive gesture with his arm. "Well?"

"Shouldn't you be resting?" Athene queried even as she seated herself in one of the sinfully comfortable armchairs with a sigh.

"Alas, it was not my effort that made this chocolate. Although it should be even better than mine, owing to the fact Antoinette taught me how to make it."

Athene cradled the warm cup to her chest and inhaled the sweet aroma, feeling her shoulders slump.

"Don't think I didn't notice how you dodged the question, mister," she said after a minute spent in silence.

Haurchefant laughed lightly, his own mug half empty already. He had really missed chocolate, of course it'd be the first thing he consumed after his dietary restrictions were lifted. 

"I am encouraged to move around the house a bit," he reminded her. "Besides, this is the perfect weather to relax with a cup of something hot near a fireplace."

"Is it?" She asked idly, her gaze drawn almost against her will back to the window.

Outside a storm raged, hail falling heavily and continuously, the pellets hitting the hardened glass every time a gust of wind blew them this way. As much as he was a son of Ishgard, Haurchefant had to admit that he liked storms like these, when there was no choice but to take refuge inside, since not even dragons dared attack when Nature raged like this.

Haurchefant threw her a confused look.

"I seem to remember a certain someone telling me that," he prodded carefully. Somehow it felt like he was treading dangerous ground.

Athene head swiveled towards him and Haurchefant had a second to realize those were tears shining in her eyes before she looked down at her untouched drink. 

"Ah. I guess I did." She said quietly. "But back then I used to have someone to enjoy them with. Even if we weren't in the same place, I knew she'd be watching the sky with me."

She shrugged one shoulder and this time Haurchefant could read the despondency for what it was. Grief, soul crushing grief.

Oh. 

Oh no. 

"I… I didn't know." He stuttered, cursing himself for being a fool. "I apologize for bringing it up and please accept my condolences."

She looked up again, surprise painted on her face. Haurchefant couldn't help but notice that even though her eyes were slightly red, she hadn't allowed the tears to fall. He wondered when it had happened. He wondered, guiltily, if she had had the time to mourn.

"You didn't know," she waved it off. "Not many people knew, it was safer that way."

Haurchefant studied her for a moment, weighing his next words and deciding that it was better to speak.

"You know I think of you like the sister I never had,” Athene nodded in confusion. Yes, of course she knew.

After she had politely asked him to stop flirting with her, he had immediately toned it down and eventually they became real friends. She had confided in him on several occassions before... Well, Before.

“So… if you want to talk about her, or about anything, you can talk to me. Anytime.” 

She opened her mouth. Closed it. 

“I think I’d like that. Not now, but maybe one day."

With that she got to her feet. 

“Thank you, Haurchefant,” was the last thing she said before fleeing the room and the conversation.

Haurchefant stayed there a bit longer, eyes fixed on the mug full of cold chocolate.

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