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azulock · 6 months

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Shidou, oliver, nagi and sendo when they wake up ( in the middle of the night ) to find s/o quietly weeping?

I love hurt/comfort, sooooo- maybe s/o is crying cuz of insecurities?

Love ur works❤️💋

- 👻anon

Ask got lost cause I'm a mess but I had copied it to work on another file so it's fine. Anyway ghostie, made a slight change to this one cause I'm a hot girl with nightmare problems, like night terrors actually, and the realistic kind of nightmare, it legit has me waking crying and sitting up, very angst. Funny to say that tho cause the days I was writing this I was having nightmares, the universe has a sense of irony.

gn!reader. Oliver (488 words), Sendo (499 words), Shidou (435 words), Nagi (600 words). mentions of nightmares, but no warnings, only fluff

oliver aiku

It was still pitch black in the room when Oliver woke up to the feeling of something pushing against his body. he didn't need to try and focus his eyes to know it was you - he knew well enough that he kept you in a constrictor like embrace while he slept. though, he did squeeze his eyes in a urgent attempt to get used to the darkness the moment he heard your pained hiccups and choked breath.

Gently, he rubs a large hand over your back and shoulder, gruff voice asking you what's wrong. you hesitate to answer, but stop pushing against him and he takes it as a chance to bring you closer in, burying his face in your hair. when you don't respond, only continue crying against his bare chest Oliver already knows the answer - truth is he knew even before he asked.

He'd already seen you have nightmares, already been woken up by the trashing and incoherent, panicked sleep talking. he just never saw you wake up like this, crying, sweating and choking on your own breath. Oliver takes a moment to fully will his body to wake up, softly caressing your head and back while he does. when the gentle touch doesn't work to stop your crying he pulls you onto his lap, pushing away the covers before getting up with you in his arms.

Even in your confused state you are fast to ask him where he is going, arms weakly surrounding his broad shoulders. when he answers, you furrow your brows and stare at him. "a shower?" you mutter back. "yeah, you know I like showering with you," he answers with a yawn, you knew it was true, and not even in a sexual way, for Oliver it was like a bonding activity. "but it's the middle of the night," you protest and he shrugs. "doesn't matter, we gotta wash away those nightmares, love."

The minute the warm water hits his hand he is brought back to a time when he was a child and his mother used the same thing for him, running a shower to wash away whatever plagued his small mind. to this day, the water still felt grounding to him. it took a bit of coaxing but Oliver managed to get you under the shower with him, the warm stream luring you into it's soothing touch. you let him wash your skin and listen to him babble about nothing at all. soon enough you are talking too, and even laughing at his bad singing as he pulls you into dancing with him, head laying on his chest and listening to his steady heartbeat.

"ah, I think we should leave now before my hands turn fully into raisins," you yawn against his chest. "eh, I wouldn't mind that. did the shower help?" he asks, stiffling a yawn of his own. "yeah, you did too. thank you, Oli."

sendo shuto

Waking up in the middle of the night had never been uncommon for Sendo, he was a light sleeper, and he woke often enough that he'd learned to just will himself back to sleep. but this time he couldn't do it, not when he noticed the sound was coming from his own bed. when the quiet whimpering hit his ears again he almost panicked, sitting up and reaching out to you, only to find you quietly crying, face buried in your pillow.

The moment his hand touches your shoulder you startle, apologizing between small sobs for waking him up, tears pooling in your eyes. at the sight, Sendo almost tears up himself, throwing out his own apologies for not waking up before. he holds you close, face resting in your shoulder as he gently asks you what's wrong, hands caressing your skin as he does so. You pause, hiccuping a bit before whispering to him about your nightmare with only a vague description.

He feels his heart sink, hugging you tight as he tries to sush your cries and clean away your tears. though, when he notices it isn't working, he almost panics again, before calming himself down so he can help. you cry into his chest, tears staining his shirt, and he decides staying in bed just won't do you no good. with gentle words and soft touches, Sendo urges you to get up and out of bed with him, hand never leaving yours as he guides you out of the bedroom.

You protest, insisting that he needs the rest, but he responds that he could never rest knowing you were suffering. he leads you both to the kitchen, soft smile never faltering as he offers to make you tea. when you don't reject it, he feels a little better, putting the kettle on the fire as he tries to make a conversation to distract you. soon enough you hear the familiar whistle, and Sendo gets busy with making you both tea.

Giving you both mugs to hold, he moves to pick up whatever sweet snack you got in the fridge and a mantle he kept on the arm of the couch. with everything in hand, Sendo takes you to the balcony of your apartment, sitting down side by side with the mantle over your legs to keep you both warm. You talk and drink the tea, watching the stars scattered on dark sky above the city. it's peaceful, and although it takes a little, that peace starts to seep to you, your tears drying and the smile returning to your face.

It doesn't take long for your head to be dropping on his shoulder, heavy eyes unfocused as you cling to his arm. "thank you, Shuto, it feels safe with you," it's only a whisper, but it's the loudest thing for him at the moment. "you don't need to thank me, love, I'm always here for this," he replies, even though he doesn't think you can hear.

ryusei shidou

Shidou was always something of a deep sleeper, few are the things that can disturb his slumber before it's time for his alarm to ring - an they usually piss him off. not you, though. the minute he realizes what woke him was your crying form, trembling and gasping by his side in the bed, he is fully alert. few are the things that terrify him, but seeing you like that is one of them.

At first, it's confusing, but it's only half a moment before Shidou has his arms wrapped around you tight. it ceases your trembling, and after a couple seconds your breathing is even again, but tears still fall from your eyes. he asks what is the matter, question whispered in your ear as gently as he manages. you respond with a simple "nightmare" voice quiet and shaky. Shidou had heard you mention them before, he just never imagined it was like that.

Whatever, his surprise doesn't matter now, he needs a solution, something to chase whichever nightmare you had away. he thinks for a minute before his mind slips back to the thing you did the first time you came to his house. something you do together almost once a month. it can't be a bad idea - even if the idea is watch old B horror movies.

And when Shidou offers you don't disagree - though, you did spend a second in thought, one that had him surprisingly tense. so he carries you to the couch, covers and all, before throwing some popcorn in the microwave and setting off to pick up the most ridiculous movie he can thing of - Killer Klowns from Outer Space. it's weird, it's trashy, and it's the thing you two watched at a midnight screening on your first date.

With remote control and popcorn in hand he settles with you under the covers, his eyes spending more time on you than on the screen. where you start the movie still tense and misty eyed, you end it yawning between laughs. and it's like a weight was lifted from his shoulders - Shidou knows he is not the best at delicate situations, but at least this time his methods worked. so when you suggest going back to bed, he feels like he can sleep soundly again.

"ain't you afraid of dreaming with killer clowns, tho?" he remarks with a laugh, muffled by how his face rests against your neck. "nah, killer clowns are easy stuff," you chuckle and shake your head. "besides, even if I do, I know I got you there to protect me."

nagi seishiro

For Nagi, waking up in the middle of the night was rare - it was rarer yet for him to not just immediately close his eyes and fall straight into deep sleep again. though, it was a bit hard to do that when he felt something shaking and hiccuping beside him on the bed. he was about to call it a hassle and try to sleep again when his brain finally snapped and made the connection, noticing the absence of your body wrapped around his own. the shaking and hiccuping were you - fuck, you were crying.

Slowly and carefully he turned around, at a loss of what to do when he saw your trembling form under the covers - but he knew he had to do something. with light hands Nagi pulls the covers just enough so he can see your face, his eyes being met with your red and teary ones. you both freeze for a moment before you bury your face back in the pillow, muttering an apology for waking him up, words almost unintelligible between your hiccups - shit, now he feels terrible.

Still at a bit of a loss, Nagi shakes his head, refusing your apology and trying to ask you what happened as he pulls you to him, your back against his chest. your answer is a small whisper and he only barely understands it, but he is left to wonder how terrible a nightmare gotta be to leave you like this. when you keep crying even as he tries to sooth you, Nagi notices there is no way you can go back to sleep like this, so he sits up in bed and pulls you into his lap, kissing the top of your head.

There is not much he thinks he can do, he has never been the best at dealing with peoples emotions. so Nagi does what he'd do for himself and offers to find something to distract you. he snuggles you comfortably between his legs, head resting on your shoulder as you hug a pillow. at first he tries putting some show or cartoon for you to watch on his phone, but that doesn't prove to be enough to stifle your cries and he finds himself back to the drawing board, and having to think of something else.

It takes a minute of Nagi just silently caressing your head before he thinks of something. muttering against your ear, he asks if you'd rather play something with him. when you nod stretches one arm to reach for the nightstand, opening a drawer and pulling out your switch. he finds something cozy but still engaging enough to keep you entertained, and you settle on letting him hit the buttons while you just make the decisions. Nagi can't be sure how much time passes with you nestled between his arms and legs as he holds the console, but his plan works, and the game distracts you. the tears start drying on your cheeks and your breath evens out slowly, and sure as daybreak, a smile lights you face again.

"sei, thank you for doing this for me," you mutter, words cut by a long yawn. "huh? it's not like you got to thank me, tho, I don't mind it. so, what you want me to do no-" Nagi's answer is cut short just as he looks from the console back to you, finding your eyes closed as you'd fallen asleep in his arms. that night, he stays like that, being thankful he can sleep in any position, just so he can keep you safe.

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rosegoldgears · 3 months

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Say lyds

You're the only girl here

How the fuck do I get the pills that regulate your menstrual cycle???

- 👻

You sure you wanna get birth contol pills, Oli? Cause it's a bit of a process. 😓

#RP blog #IC

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seikaisinthevoid · 5 months

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Boo.

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...Oh! Oliver? Oli, why are you hiding from meeeee-? Did you forget to log in? I can help you find the button!!

It's uh- Where was it again...?

#I could swear it was here a while ago!#ask #Oliver #Seika #Boo?

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10piecechickenmcnugget · 3 months

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🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️👻💔😭💝 oli oli oli ^-^

shoves my head directly through a piece of drywall. if nobody got me i know tumblr user phosphorus-noodles got me

🏳️‍🌈 A sexuality headcanon

probably bi or something adjacent, also that man is demisexual and cupioromantic. source trust me bro 🙏

🏳️‍⚧️ A gender headcanon

his gender is the bit. man collects pronouns like pokémon cards

👻 A headcanon about what scares them

the dark, spiders, and being alone/left behind again ^_^

💔 An angsty headcanon

oli has the emotional regulation of an earthworm that guy is constantly playing up bits and making sure others are happy and having a good time and trying to be loud and upbeat and silly (which is also a crucial part of his personality but that’s a different paragraph) to the point that it takes people years to be like “oh this guy is fucked up in the head god damn”

😭 A headcanon about the worst thing that happened to them.

i feel like having your best friend leave you to go to heaven, dying, coming back to find that all of your friends are dead, spending months alone, going to heaven to try and get the earlier mentioned best friend back, getting told to go fuck yourself and getting kicked out of heaven, spending even more months alone, defeating the ender dragon as a coping mechanism, getting sent to the void and spending months? years? more? alone, coming back to find surprise! some of your dead friends are back and none of them remember you and some of them hate you now had to suck a lot

💝 A headcanon about their love language

physical affection for sure in terms of giving, and i think he appreciates physical affection words of affirmation and gift giving the most in terms of receiving.

(headcanon ask game i’ll do any character i post about but if you send me oli i’ll love you forever)

#10piecetalks #this got long. autism. you know how it is

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vieraslaji · 9 months

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täällä on tosi vaikea saada työvoimaa teatteriin, ainakaan näyttämötekniikkaan. ja sinne päätyy usein ihmisiä, joilla ei ole mitään koulutusta tai osaamista alasta. kuulostaa siltä, että oot taitava ja hyvä työntekijä, kun oot niin haluttu 😊

mikä siinä on, että teatterissa on ollut tosi paljon vaiteliaita, vihaisia miehiä 😄 (tosi moni näyttämömestari on sellainen! yleensäkin teattereissa on tosi juroja miehiä töissä) mutta oon samaa mieltä, että teatteri tulee queerimmaksi, onneksi! omasta mielestäni olis saanut olla jo aikoja sitten. täällä tosin queerit tyypit on vielä enimmäkseen näyttelijöissä ja suunnittelijoissa.

oon kyllä kuullut, että täälläkin uskotaan macbeth-kiroukseen ja viheltää ei saisi. jotkut vanhemmat näyttelijät uskoo myös siihen, että ennen ensi-iltaa ei saa tulla uudestaan lavalle, vaikka koeyleisö taputtaisikin. yksi vanhempi näyttelijä raivosikin, kun kerran nuoremmat näyttelijät meni uudestaan lavalle kiittämään 😄

suomessa on muuten melko vanhoja teattereita ja joidenkin mielestä niissä kummittelee. yhdessä teatterissa maskeeraaja sanoi, ettei uskalla olla yksin pienellä näyttämöllä, koska tuntee jonkun läsnäolon siellä. kerran myös näyttelijät olivat harjoittelemassa laulamista, niin näkivät jonkun vanhan miehen kuuntelevan heitä (oli ilta ja siellä ei pitänyt olla ketään muita) itelläkin meni aina välillä vilunväristykset, mutta mein teatteri olikin vähän kolkko 😊

(mul on pahoinvointia etten voi nukkua joten täällä viel oon :D)

ehkä tää kuulostaa hassulta mut kerran näin teatteri-kummitusta! 👻 en yleensä usko kummitukseihin mut tästä kerrasta en pysty sanomaan mitään muuta paitsi et mä näen jotain.

kyse oli yliopistosta valmistumisen ilta, kun minä ja muutama teatteriteknikko kaveria murtauduttiin teatteriin sisään hyvästi sanoaks. minä valoteknikkona nousin yksin hoitosillalle (catwalk on muuten ihan parempi termi).

hoitosillalta alentuminen vaati teatterin eteisen kautta kuljemista ennen kun lavalle palasi. kun mä astuin eteiseen, hetkeksi silmäkulmastan mä näin jotain joka näytti mieheltä vaik sen iho oli täysin valkoista eikä sillä oo kasvot. se oli pidempi ja ohuempi kuin ihminen, ja se käytti mustaa pukua ja jollaista mustaa hattua. sitten mun silmät keskittyi ja mä näin et se oli vaan musta nahkatuoli.

mut kun palasin kavereille lavalla ja sanoin et "haha luulen et just näin kummitusta", yks kaveri ei naurannut vaan kysyi et "miltä se näyttää?" ja kun mä sanoin et ne käytti mustaa knallia, kaveri sanoi et "ei, se oli silinterihattu. toi oli silinterihattu kummitus, hän on kummitellut täällä vuosikymmeniä".

yleensä en uskoisi sitä, mut tosta hahmosta oli jotain selittämätöntä. en pelännyt häntä vaan tunnen itseni rentoutuvan ja itseasiassa hänen näky paransi mun ikävää yliopistolta lähtemisestä. ja mä aattelin et ehkä toi kummitus kaipasi meitäkin, ja hän istui teatterissa joka vuosi valmistumisen päivän jälkeen ja muisteli lähteviä opiskelijoita. tuntui melkein kuin häiritsin häntä ja siksi hän katosi. kun aattelen häntä noin, oon onnelista et näin häntä :)

#ryy puhuu

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deathscn · 2 days

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☠️ ⋅𓂃 ࣪ PRAYER TO HADES 💖🔥👻

it had been a week since sethan had passed away. and he struggled to do anything this past week. he barely ate, he barely left the room, showered, anything. he made sure to feed the cat, but other than that he stayed in his room. but a couple nights before, everything he had bottled up just came out. he was not okay, and that was okay.

winter finds himself in the kitchen, where he finally made himself a proper meal. the memories of being with sethan, enjoying food, something they had bonded over. he prepared the same food that sethan made him the first time they hung out together. it wasn't any close as good as the way the first son of hecate made, but at least it came from the heart. he took a bite of the salmon and he cried silently.

after he finished eating, he went back to look at the other salmon, adding it in a tupper, alongside the asparagus and other sides. he grabbed a bottle of the same white wine the two had that night and he walked off towards the temple.

as he walks past a few of the statues, he notices the one of mother hecate. there was a part of him that wanted to curse her for not being there for her son, or helping him, guide him better, but he decided to not even think twice about her. he felt prayer to her wouldn't do much good. if she didn't listen to her own child, why would she listen to the son of hades. so he walked past her statue and went straight towards his fathers.

winter kneeled down, placing the tupper aside. he grabbed his bag and took out the bowl he usually used, and he started to put his usual offerings for his father. mint leaves, a few pomegranate seeds, some gold coins he had from back home. he waved his hand and a blue flame appeared before him. he guided it towards the bowl so it would begin create a larger flame in the bowl.

" father. i feel like you understand loss more than i ever could. you had to deal with it for more than a millennia, while i've only dealt with it in a matter of few decades. you probably are dealing with it now with–– persephone. but it's been proven more and more difficult having to deal with all of this. i don't know what to do dad. i don't know how i can move forward and live this life if it's only going to deal with more loss... "

winter grabs the tupper and opens it, revealing the content to the statue. " this here was my friend's favorite dish. he made it to me you see, and i–– i want to offer this to you, and to him. " he places the salmon in the bowl, and the rest of the content of the food. then he pours some wine on top before leaving the rest of it on the side. " it may be one of my favorite memories i have with him. " he whispers. he looked up at the statue, looking at the features of the man. " i pray to you father, to show him mercy, and guide him in the underworld. he may not have had a good life here, but please give him peace in the after life. "

brown eyes shifted and glanced down at the bowl as he watched the blue flames dancing around. " i pray for guidance as well father. i know i'm not much of a fighter or a protector, but i want to help anyway i can. i see all these other godlings give out wings, or protections, spells and enchantments that enhances others. i wish i could do something like that too. i pray that you can guide me to learn more about what else i can do father. "

he takes a moment, keeping his eyes on the bowl, watching as the pomegranate burns. he thinks of oli, and persephone. he doesn't know how she would feel about him in reality. but he wanted to help her, and to ease oliver. he wanted to help his friend. " and... i do want to help restore persephone. if there is anything i could do father, please let me be the one to help her. let me show you that i am capable of being of good use, of being a worthy son for you. and–– i hope i am still making you proud, regardless of the outcome. "

#☠️ ⋅𓂃 ࣪ 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 ≻ prayer to hades

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