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ozzgin · 6 months

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Greetings! How you doing today/tonight?

This is not a request or anything

Hopefully you're doing fine, cuz I'm not, I have a shitty cold rn and I just finished 5 tissue roll papers in just a few hours

Anyway this ain't about me, just wanted to see how you were doing since I've been a bit inactive with tumblr with the past few days

Have a great day/night :3

-🎧anon

Aww, sorry to hear that. We’re definitely entering cold/flu season. Mid-October I’ve gotten ill with some virus, no idea what it was, but I had no other symptoms other than terribly swollen sinuses. Which, in turn, pressed on my tooth nerves, so I had massive tooth pain for days. Never dealt with anything like that before and it sounds downright ridiculous, turns out it’s an actual thing. Start taking immunity supplements and avoid visibly sick people!

I know you said it’s not a request, but I couldn’t help the thought of “How would the Baki characters take care of you?” So I did write some short headcanons after all. For you and anyone else currently bedridden. :)

Baki Characters x Sick! Reader

Featuring Baki and Jack Hanma, Kaiou Retsu, Katsumi Orochi and Pickle. And a reader that’s battling a cold!

Baki Hanma

There are two stages of Baki’s involvement. Once you’re not answering his calls he will be at your front door, worried and considering ways to break in. That’s when he hears the muffled coughing and sneezing through the walls and figures it out: You’re sick. He’ll return with a bag of supplies and offer to stay at your place until you feel better. His help consists of quick Google searches, because he’s never had anyone doting on him and consequently has no idea how to care for someone in such situations.

Second and final stage is him getting sick from you. You’ll wake up in the middle of the night to see him trying to hold back his cough, at first denying his poor health until you touch his forehead and it’s burning. The bad news is that you’re both bedridden. Baki is beyond embarrassed, attempting to justify himself and explaining it has never happened before. Eventually one of his or your friends will show up and pay the occasional visit to play nurse. At least you’re not suffering alone. You’re not sure if it’s an actual saying, but you’re tempted to believe colds go away faster in good company.

Jack Hanma

You don’t want to interfere with Jack’s routine, so once you wake up with the familiar sore muscles, you decide to quietly recover from home. Jack notices your absence and while he does not want to be nonchalant and potentially impose on your personal troubles, he can’t help the curiosity. In fact, he spends the whole training time wondering why you’ve skipped your usual visits. So when you hear a knock on the door you don’t think twice about opening it. Probably your food delivery. Only when you notice Jack’s massive frame blocking any outside view, you gasp in surprise.

“Oh. You seem to be ill.” Is all he states before turning on his heels and leaving. You stand there baffled and eventually return to your warm bed. Just as you cozy up, there’s another knock and you groan, throwing the blankets off of you. This better be the hot soup you ordered. Except it’s Jack again, holding not only your delivery, but also multiple other bags with groceries peeking out. “Y-you’re back?” You mumble. “Well, can’t do much empty handed. Here’s your order, but I got some extra things to help with your cold”, he states as he invites himself in.

Kaiou Retsu

You know Retsu will be worried about you, so you try your best to mask the symptoms over the phone. “That’s a stuffed nose. Are you sick?” He immediately points out. Uh oh. You fumble with some excuses and he promptly hangs up. Have you upset him? You’re starting to feel bad. He’s never dropped out of a conversation like this before. You try to call back several times until you’re distracted by the sound of your doorbell. You’re not in the mood for visitors. You continue your attempts to reach Retsu as you approach the door and open it. “I suspected as much.” Your head snaps up hearing the familiar voice.

Before you can say anything, you’re casually lifted up and brought to your bed. As if he’s been doing it his entire life, the Kenpo master tucks you in and pulls out an apron from his bag. “I’ll check what ingredients you already have in your pantry and go buy the rest. Before that, I’ll make you a tea. Any preferences?” You open your mouth to speak, but he’s already walking away, describing the best choice of drink for the common cold. Really, the best thing you can do right now is to rest and leave everything else to him.

Katsumi Orochi

Usually, Katsumi will avoid using the spare key you’ve given him. On the other hand, he was supposed to pick you up for your regular date night and you haven’t answered his persistent knocking, so you leave him little choice. He quietly apologizes for the intrusion as he unlocks the door and tiptoes his way in. The lights are off and he’s becoming increasingly anxious, almost sprinting to your bedroom. He stops in his tracks once he sees you buried under the blankets, passed out and sweaty from an obvious cold.

Ah. Well, that makes sense. He smiles to himself and gently pats your forehead to make sure it’s nothing serious, then sneaks out of the room. You wake up hours later, groggy and sore. It suddenly occurs to you that you’ve slept through your date and jolt up, nearly collapsing in the process. You erratically search for your phone and call Katsumi to apologize. Simultaneously you hear his ringtone nearby, so you limp outside, confused. As you reach the kitchen, a pleasant smell invades your nostrils. Katsumi turns to look at you. “You’re awake! I made something to help with your cold. I’ll bring it to your bed, so you can go back and rest. We can’t skip our romantic dinner.” He chuckles after the last statement.

Pickle

Pickle has been ill at least once in his life, so he can quickly guess that your coughing and runny nose is not something that’s supposed to happen on the regular. Although, if he’s honest, he has no idea what he should do. He’d deal with his sickness by just sleeping it out, or downright ignoring it. Seeing you like this, however, fills him with an overwhelming desire to help you. He does love you, after all. Witnessing your suffering isn’t something he does with ease.

He manages to gesture the situation to Baki, who follows him back to your place and proceeds to do the first aid he’d sporadically learned over the years. A rather clumsy attempt, but it’s better than nothing. Once Pickle has observed the steps, he swiftly shoos the young boy away. All he needed was a little bit of demonstration, some brief instruction on the modern ways. Everything else will be done by him. It’s only proper that the actual care is performed by your partner. You’re a little afraid of the potential outcome to this experiment. Especially once you hear the loud rattles coming from the kitchen. Don’t worry, it’s all made with love.

*My partner has insisted that I include Yuujirou Hanma just to say that he’d tenderly piss on you. I compromised on a footnote.

#baki #baki the grappler #baki hanma #baki headcanons #baki x reader #pickle baki #pickle x reader #jack hanma #jack hanma x reader #kaiou retsu x reader #kaiou retsu #katsumi orochi x reader #orochi katsumi #katsumi orochi

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moonlit-horrors · 5 months

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Please write more for Habit😭😭 I absolutely love the way you write him

⊹ฺ Requested by a lovely Anon! ♡

⊹ฺ Character: HABIT (EverymanHYBRID)

⊹ฺ Contains: HABIT; No use of Y/N; GN! Reader; Use of "bunny"/"bun" for the Reader; Reader is tied to a chair; Choking; SFW

⊹ฺ Note: Sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy it, though! Thank you so much for requesting! ♡

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Your stomach twists at the realization that you can't move.

Your eyes feel heavy when you try to open them and you're very aware that you don't have control of your full range of motion, or any motion at all, really, aside from your head. At this point, the weight of rope against you is something you're accustomed to, along with the smirk that's always present on the lips of the man who used to be your best friend and the malice that always seemed to be in his eyes. That wasn't him, though. You hoped that Evan was still somewhere in there, but you knew that he wasn't who you were dealing with. Somehow, out of all of the strange and paranormal things that began to happen to you and your friends, you never thought demonic possession would rear its head.

"Wakey wakey, bunny." The voice you hear fills you with so many conflicting thoughts and feelings. It's a voice you adored; one that would playfully tease you and softly make sure you were okay. But it's not. It's different - gravely and mean. This voice has been the source of so much of your pain; threats, taunting you, telling you about the things he's done to the people you love. You fucking hate him. But the attachment to the body the demon is in still exists and the way your heartbeat picks up makes you sick.

A calloused hand grabs your jaw and roughly pulls your head up to make you look at him. You fight every instinct to move your eyes away. You know better. "There you are." His voice rasps, his smile widening. His thumb and fingers press themselves heavily into your jaw and it's as if he's pressing right against the bone.

You felt yourself begin to frown, the haze of waking up finally fading. He squished your face together before you really get the chance to show your displeasure or distress.

"HABIT, let me go." You internally cringe at how your voice sounds; weak and cracking from not using it. You briefly wonder how long you were out, not even remembering how you got into the chair you're tied to in the first place. "Please." You hope using your manners, mixed with how pathetic your voice sounds will make HABIT go easier on you. You doubt it will work, but you didn't think before telling him to let you go.

He scoffs out a chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine. The rough fingers against your jaw loosen up enough to slide down to rest around over your throat. You can feel yourself tense up as he crouches a bit to be more on your level. Somehow being able to look at HABIT without having to raise your head scares you more than when he places himself over you to remind you of your place. "Why would I do that, bun?" There's a slight pause as though he's waiting for an answer and you don't know whether or not he expects one. "Huh? Why should I let my little bunny go? I caught you, didn't I?" HABIT's voice leaves him quicker than it had before – more threateningly, too. Before you could even think of a possible answer, his fingers tighten themselves firmly against the sides of your neck, the space between his index finger and thumb pressed menacingly against your larynx.

HABIT's face grows expectant. "Ye-" Your lips part to answer, but before you can admit that he caught you, HABIT pushes his hand forward just slightly, cutting off your voice altogether.

The laugh he lets out is sadistic and raspy at the choked noise that escapes you. You're sure he can also feel the way your heart rate has spiked. All of the tell-tale signs of fear are there, but that's not what you're focusing on. "That's right, I did." HABIT's laugh was nothing short of low and sinister and you whimpered slightly. Despite your fear, HABIT still looked like Evan, and HABIT definitely used that to his advantage. "You're all mine."

#★ — everymanhybrid #habit #habit emh x reader #habit everymanhybrid #habit x reader #habit x gn!reader #emh habit x reader #habit emh #EverymanHYBRID

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n0n-sen-se · 7 months

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bats my pretty eyelashes at you

Sen I have a request!!

Im still sick could I mayhaps have some agnsty comfort headcannons with my fave boys Sanemi and Rengoku?

Thank you Sen!! 🫶🏾

-🍷

mayhaps you absolutely can anon! i present to you:

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒/𝐎 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!

includes ;; sanemi, rengoku, gn!reader content ;; angst, hurt/comfort a/n ;; i flatlined writing this so- anyway, considering i had no idea how to start these for a good minute; i think they're pretty good (!?) also sorry for writing so much (wanted to get it just right)so i can hope?

☆☆☆ # sanemi shinazugawa !

gets nervous. extremely nervous- and angry, to the point that he's shaking with anxiety.

at first, the sight of you bedridden makes him frown. and he'll do it often too.

he's lost a ton of people he cares about, your not going to be next.

although he tries to act angry, or short with you sometimes. . . its just to cover up the fact that he's terrified of losing you. (or the prospect of it)

he'd like to be next to you at any given moment, grabbing you warm food and tucking you in to the point you can't squirm out. anything. but he just- he can't

hell, he'd take the pain from you if he could, without an ounce of hesitation. . . but he can only watch and wait. . . until you get better.

but most times he physically can't be there.

the nights he has to be away from you, he's carrying out missions for the corps and cutting/beating down anyone that gets in his way.

everyone feels his uncertainty and rage:

in the way he overkills those poor lesser demons, the way he shoves the kakushi out of his way, and going as far as fighting another hashira over it

like his violent outbursts- it's literally out of his control, on top of the fact that he can barely care for you himself when you need him most.

what was the point of getting so strong? those years of training. what was the point if he was so helpless?

when he gets the chance too (after a long night of work that has his muscles seizing) he'll climb into bed with you and just hold you.

listening to your unsteady breathing, and when he's sure your in a deep sleep, he'll cry.

soundlessly, but his body is shuddering with silent pain. . . and he's trying not to let his tears fall on you but. . . he's really:

❛sorry. i'm so sorry❜

eventually, he feels he owes it to you to explain all of his frustrations, and worries.

he waits until you wake up, waiting the whole night without budging or even thinking about falling asleep.

and when you wake up, he whispers it to you, hugging you tightly so you can't see his eyes watering up or his teeth grinding against each other. he feels like an entire idiot explaining it to you.

afterwards, takes a deep (shaky) breath and kisses you tiredly. who cares if he gets sick too, he's too tired to care.

☆☆☆ # kyojuro rengoku !

he's been around sickness.

he knows the signs. and he knows how to treat most things; come fevers, chills, aches, he can handle it.

what he can't handle, is how it makes him so uneasy.

when you get sick, its one of the few times you ever see him so serious and solemn.

feeding you, helping you bathe, cuddling up to you for body heat and comfort. anything you need, he'll try to be a whim away.

kyojuro knows a bad morale won't do any good for you, so, like always, he'll try to be the ray of sunshine you need. . .

but it breaks his heart every time.

when your sore throat breaks, when you groan from the aches, wince at the pain in your head. . . the fact you can never be comfortable despite everything he tries.

you'll see it too. in his face. the slight knot in his brows, the way his lips are pressed tightly together.

he's just so helpless, forced to watch and wait while your health is on the line.

kyojuro goes in and out of your room, fetching water for you, or soup- whatever helpful excuse he can make up- to go somewhere quiet and cry his heart out.

like the snap of his fingers, he's a little kid all over again. it reminds him so much of his mother.

its hard to pull himself together. he's rarely cried so hard before, so he sucks at covering it up. (his eyes would be puffy and his nose a little runny) at that point you'd think he was sick too

he always tries to hold you hand, squeezing you palm tightly in his. and he hopes its as reassuring to you as it is to him.

because he needs it to.

falls asleep next to you from exhaustion. (he's sitting next to you, head resting on the mattress) and somehow wakes up at the slightest noise you make-- despite his ear being partially deaf.

he always goes the extra mile to get your medicine, dedicated to you and your health.

tries to remind himself that it will be okay (and he tells you that often to) but it can hardly shake the worry and dread off his heart.

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hypnoneghoul · 8 months

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Hi, same anon from a few weeks ago that was asking if you could write some little sick Phantom.

I was supposed to go to the concert last night that got rescheduled, luckily I still get to go but I've been crying all morning and now am at work trying not to cry more even though it's kinda dumb because I get to go tomorrow.

Do you think I can get some more little Phantom comfort?

Thank you in advance if you do ❤️

I'm so sorry this happened darling :( and feeling like this it's not dumb at all, it's completely valid! I hope you're better now <3

this is short and rushed because I just got off work but wanted to deliver this asap, I hope it's decent

sorry for the asks that had been waiting, I'll take care of everything tommorow because today was my last day at work

First time it happened he was so scared.

He didn't know what was going on, the only thought in his fuzzy brain being "wrong". It never happened before and he was scared and didn't know what to do, where to go.

Something in his mind started to slip after his panic when he messed up again, another song. He knew it was normal, each and every one of them messed up and he never ate himself up for doing so.

But that day... he was tired. Another show in a row, not being able to get enough rest on the loud and jumping bus in between them, Phantom was exhausted. He grew to love touring, playing, but it was tiring. And he was on the verge.

Everyone was getting snappy and he was sure someone was close to actually smacking him over the head, not just playfully for the show.

He cried, under the mask, when he messed up that night. Tried to calm down, take deep breaths through the fabric muzzle and tell himself to not be dramatic. It didn't work.

Well, not exactly.

He felt his brain slowing, but not stopping at just "calm". It slowed further, until all he could think about was how scared he was of punishment for his mistake. Mistakes.

Phantom has no idea how he got through the rest of the show, but he did his best, even if he was practically shaking with held back sobs by the time the last song ended. He hoped no one noticed, he was so stupid, dramatic but he was so scared, he-

"Hey, bug," Swiss' voice cut through the haze as he squeezed Phantom's hand. When did he grab it? His eyes widened, he wasn't fast enough to hold back a whine. "You alright?"

He opened his mouth to say yes, but his words just wouldn't come out. His heart sped up impossibly, shoulders slumped as his fear only grew.

What was going on, why couldn't he think, why didn't he understand what was going on around, what was everything so loud, why his limbs felt so heavy, why-

"Calm down, kid, you're okay," he heard Swiss again.

Kid.

A kid.

That's... that's what he was.

He was just a kid who ended up in front oh thousands of people full of expectations and he failed them all. He failed his packmates, his Papa. He was just a kid but he was already a failure.

Somehow he ended up on a couch. When did he get to a couch?

The couch was... warm. And its shape was weird.

The couch was talking.

"Back with me, bug, it's alright, I've got you," it wasn't the couch, it was Swiss.

Phantom jumped, he failed Swiss too, he couldn't be comforted by him.

"Shhh, it's okay, baby," the multi ghoul cooed again, smoothing a big, warm hand over Phantom's back. It was nice. "There you go, that's the happy purr."

Baby.

Purr? He was purring?

He tried to say something, anything, but he couldn't. There was so little words in his head.

"Don't try to talk, kid, there's no need. Just relax."

Kid.

Phantom liked that, it was like Swiss... understood. Even if he himself didn't. It was nice. Swiss was nice.

He couldn't say it, but he cuddled closer, curling up more in Swiss' lap. He hoped Swiss would understand.

"There you go, yeah, just like that, kid, I've got you."

He did, Swiss did have him, Swiss was home, he was-

"Safe," Phantom mumbled, the only word he seemed to have right now.

"Yes, you're safe," Swiss chuckled.

The quintessence ghoul whined in protest, though, shook his head, "You... safe."

"I'm... safe?" Swiss asked, Phantom shook his head again.

"I... mean safe?" that got Swiss an enthusiastic nod and a happy chirp before he burrowed back into the crook of his neck. "Yes, baby, safe with me. Always safe with me."

When he was himself again, Swiss made him talk with Rain about what happened. How exactly did he feel, how did his head feel. Phantom was embarrassed, he told them it was just stupid panic attack or something, he was just being dramatic, he was tired.

Rain begged to differ.

He told Phantom he regressed. Something that Rain themself did sometimes, Dew and Mountain too, though slightly different. He told him it was normal, that he could learn to enjoy feeling all small.

Phantom could believe that... but only if Swiss would be there to keep him safe.

#im sorry theres not nuch comfort :(#hypnone's asks #hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #swiss ghoul #little ghouls

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honeybeefae · 2 years

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In Sickness and In Health (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

Summary// While Eris has been away for a meeting with the other High Lords, you stayed behind due to not feeling well. A few days have passed and you have only gotten worse, barely able to rise out of bed, but you refuse to send word to your mate so that he wouldn’t have to come all the way back for you. However, you should know that he knows you better than yourself.

(This was an anon ask for a fluff piece of Eris! I immediately started writing as I could use all the comfort fics rn. I wrote this in an hour so I'm sorry if it's short! No warnings in this one besides the reader being sick and throwing up. Enjoy <3)

WARNINGS: None

Taglist: @acourtoffaeandfanfic @crazysocklovingfangirl @azriels-mate123 @highladyvanserra @momlo @lovelynesta @mystic-scripture @marimorena06

You could feel the start of a cold coming on the day Eris was meant to leave. It started with a slight chill that immediately caught your mate’s attention, eyebrows furrowing when he saw you bundled up in a blanket by the window.

“Are you cold?” He asked while walking over to you, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. “You feel warm, Y/N.”

“I’m fine. I think there is just a draft in here.” You replied with a smile, grabbing his hand and laying a kiss on his fingers. “Besides you’ve got other things to worry about.”

Eris rolled his eyes at your dismissal. “I am sure they would be happy without my presence. You are always my first concern.”

Your cheeks started to turn pink from his kind words. Eris always played the bad guy role for everyone else, making sure no one saw through the mask, but you were one of the few exceptions. He treated you with tenderness and love that most people would think only existed in the pages of a book.

And you thanked the Cauldron every day that he was yours and you were his.

“I promise I will be alright.” You repeated before seeing one of his men waiting outside the door. “You will be late if you continue to fuss over me, and if you are I will not hear the end of it from Feyre so go on.”

He smirked at your tone, pulling you into his strong arm and giving you one last kiss goodbye. “Try not to run into trouble while I am gone.”

As he turned to leave you felt your heart clench, wanting to reach out and pull him back into your embrace. It was always hard to see him leave, especially with the way things were going, but you knew others needed him more than you right now.

Eris gave you a smile and a silent ‘I love you’ before disappearing down the hall, the sounds of his footsteps fading into the air. The chill that had been creeping into your bones came back full force, a shudder making its way through your body.

You went to your bed and rolled to Eris’s side, burying your head in his pillow that still smelled like him as sleep started to settle in your eyes. This cold would be over with by tomorrow, all you needed to do was get some extra rest and dream of your mate.

It has been three days and the cold you thought you had turned out to be something much worse. Your healer, Emelin, was at a loss for what to do. The chill turned into a high fever, sore throat, upset stomach, and a host of other issues. Thankfully it wasn’t fatal but it was miserable.

You were certain you had lost weight, unable to eat anything without throwing it back up, while also barely being able to drink due to how sore your throat was. The sheets had to be changed multiple times due to your sweat and sickness.

Emelin begged to send word to your mate but you refused, knowing he would come straight home and miss the meeting. It was called for by Helion, an emergency that only gave everyone two days' notice. Whatever happened Eris needed to be there and you would survive this…hopefully.

She gave you different teas and brews, trying and failing to cure the sickness. After the second day, you shooed her away to go help the others who had also fallen ill, ignoring her protests. It was just something you were going to have to power through.

And now, as you lie in bed with your teeth chattering, you were beginning to doubt if you could power through this. The sun was just starting to set and was casting the room in a comforting blanket of pink and orange. It was the kind of sunset you wish Eris was here to see, the two of you reading in the study as he absentmindedly played with your fingers.

The image made tears spring to your eyes, your body curling into the blankets as you held onto his pillow. It was silly of you to cry over something so small but you truly missed him, dreaming of him every night only to wake up alone. A small part of you wished you had just given in and ask him to stay, knowing his presence would make you feel a hundred times better, but the bigger part knew that he had duties.

You might be his mate but he was High Lord of Autumn, he had a responsibility that to you always came first.

A cough rattled out of your chest that ended in a sob. It was so pathetic, letting the loneliness and sickness get to you like this, but you couldn’t stop. The light from the window started to fade as the tears ran down like tiny streams, soaking the pillow.

“Oh, my darling.” A soft voice said from above, brushing your wet hair away from your forehead. It sounded like Eris which only made things worse, knowing your mind was so far gone that it began to hallucinate.

Until two strong arms scooped you from underneath the covers and pulled you into a body that felt like home. Your head shot up, stars filling your vision as you stared at him…your mate.

“Eris?” You croaked, lower lip quivering.

His eyes were pained as he took in your appearance, his thumb wiping away your tears. “I’m here, Y/N.”

Your body was exhausted but you used all your energy to throw your arms around his neck, burying your face into his chest as you let everything out. Eris crushed you against him as you cried, head resting atop of yours as your sobs turned into sniffles.

“How did you know?” You mumbled, turning your head to look up at him.

“I had a feeling.” Eris explained as he reached for the tissues. “I think you forget that I know you better than you do.”

You grabbed a few and wiped your eyes and nose, bunching them up and throwing them into the trash. He helped you sit up and rubbed your back as another cough worked up your throat.

“I didn’t want you to miss the meeting, it was important.” You said softly while fiddling with your fingers. “I didn’t know it would get this bad.”

He shook his head and scooped you up again, carrying you to the bathroom and turning on the bath. “As fate would have it, Rhysand was telling me about a sickness that had recently plagued his court. I sent word to Emelin but she was mysteriously quiet.”

A sheepish smile made its way across your lips as you let him undress you, the shivers causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. “You had more important things, I was okay-”

Eris softly grasped your chin and made you look at him, eyes serious. “Y/N. You are the most important thing to me. Without you, I am lost. You will always, always, come before anything or anyone. Do you understand?”

You could see the sincerity in his stare, and feel his words wrapping around your soul like your favorite shirt. A small sniffle and nod was your only reply but he was happy with it, kissing your forehead before turning off the water.

“Come now, let me take care of you.”

#eris vanserra #eris vanserra x reader #eris acotar #eris x reader #eris x reader acotar #acotar #acomaf #acosf #acowar #acofas #fluff

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natasha-in-space · 6 months

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Hello there! This is my first time coming into your inbox and I want to say how much your writing inspire me and makes me feel so safe especially the ones with Saeran in it.

If it's not too much to ask for, can I request a comfort fic with GE Saeran? Lately I've been struggling with my abandonment issues. It's telling me that people around me will soon get tired of me and leave me behind once they saw how miserable I am in the head.

It doesn't help the fact that I've seen several people that I deemed close to me were beginning to do things without asking or including me. I feel like I'm so easy to replace and forgotten... or maybe it's because I'm the one who's been struggling with this kind of thinking.

I know Saeran wouldn't judge me for this but sometimes I couldn't help but feel like I'm asking for reassurance too many times, or get scared of being left behind out of nowhere. It can be overwhelming whenever I feel like this.

Ah, I'm so sorry for the sudden trauma dumping. It's just that I've been dealing with the issues along with physical fatigue at the moment. Makes me easy to forget myself. Feel free to delete this ask if you're not taking any request at the moment! I guess I really need to let this out of my system. Have a good day and I hope you take care <3

Don't you worry dear anon, you're fine! I've been there, more times than I'd like to admit. It's exhausting and it's stressful as hell to deal with. I'm sorry to hear that you have to struggle so much. Even if things are hard for you right now, I hope only good comes to you soon. Please, take care of yourself and treat yourself with the same kindness and love Saeran would want you to experience. Now, onto the fic! <3

"Y/N?"

Saeran knew something was bothering you for a while now, but he didn't want to push you into telling him anything when you simply weren't ready for that yet. It hurt him to see that distant look in your eyes as you tried to keep up with your daily schedule, forcing a cheery smile onto your face that didn't quite reach your eyes, and pretending that everything was fine, almost as if you were too scared of showing anyone that you weren't doing so well on the inside. He did try to gently nudge you into opening up to him at breakfast, but you were quick to shut him down and change the subject with a clumsy joke and a kiss to his cheek. He saw that wordless plea in your eyes for him not to press the issue any further. So, he didn't pry.

Yet.

That is, until he got woken up in the middle of the night by insistent tossing and turning coming from your side of the bed, your short shaky breaths soon reaching his ears, once he was awake enough to think. You were being pretty quiet, but Saeran never slept too deeply. It was practically impossible for you to sneak out of bed without him waking up to see what you were up to. This time, however, he was grateful for his ability to not sleep through much of anything. He would hate to think of you suffering right by his side without him even knowing it. He was quick to push up onto his elbows, looking over at where you laid, curled up into a small ball, the sight of which made his brows furrow in deep worry.

He anxiously whispered your name a couple of times to try and gain your attention, a sick feeling of great concern twisting at his insides with an iron grip, once you didn't reply or even turn to look at him. Despite everything, you heard him. He could see that by the tiniest hitch of your breath and the way your body has stilled it's trembling. This wasn't like you at all...

It reminded him of the way he would get whenever his fears and doubts would leave him too overwhelmed and scared to even try and ask for help. The thought of you going through the same thing, or even something remotely similar to it, made his heart bleed for you. So, he scooted himself just a tad bit closer to you, a result of his natural desire to be near you in the moment of crisis. He couldn't help it. Even if he didn't want to touch you without you saying that it was okay for him to do so, his soul longed for him to embrace you and hold you tight until all of your fears and doubts would leave you be.

"My love, what's wrong...?" He asked, carefully tilting his head down in such a way that would allow him to take a look at your face. Or, what surface of it wasn't obscured by your hair or pillows. Your eyes were open, but you were avoiding looking at him. A single tear slipped down your cheek. It took him all of his self-control not to embrace you right then and there. His heart was aching for you. But, he didn't want to overwhelm you. He would be patient. He would try. For you.

For you.

"Nothing. I'm... I'm fine." You sniffed, your voice sounding hoarse and so very sad. The uncharacteristic rasp in your voice was a sign that you had been crying for a while now, and it broke his heart to discover. Why didn't you just wake him up? He would be there for you. He wanted to be there for you. Why were you closing yourself off from him? This wasn't like you, and it worried him greatly.

He just couldn't take it anymore. Saeran's hand rested gently on your shoulder as he slowly rolled you over to face him fully, before moving his palm down to press it against your chest. You didn't resist him, which made him breathe a small sigh of relief. He could feel the hard pounding of your heart underneath his hand, almost as if you had just come back from an intense workout. Oh, how he wished that was the reason behind your racing heart. That, or maybe you are feeling too smitten by him to handle it. But... no, the reason behind your heart working so hard to pump blood through your system was that you were in distress. You were in distress, and your body was doing all it could to keep you safe. Even if it only left you feeling even more anxious and shaky in the end. He knew that feeling all too well.

"Did you have a nightmare?" He coaxed you softly, moving his hand up from your chest to caress some of the messy strands of your hair away from your forehead, his fingers lingering on your skin for just a bit longer than necessary. Touch was a crucial way for him to express his feelings towards you, and he couldn't help it. A way for you two to feel connected. A promise of safety. For him as much as you. He always wanted to feel you close in one way or another.

You bit onto your bottom lip harshly, swallowing the lump in your throat, before giving him a brief nod. Saeran's heart was breaking at the sight of you, but at least you were no longer concealing your pain from him. That was a good sign. Some part of him wanted to praise you and kiss you on the forehead, but he resisted that temptation for now. Instead, he moved himself farther up the bed, resting on the soft pillows and plushies your shared bed was adorned by, and nudged you to lay on your side close to him, now starting to comb his fingers through your hair. Without saying a word, he tilted his head down to kiss your temple, nuzzling into your hair just a little bit to let you know he was there. He felt you slowly wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face into his chest, burying it into his shirt, like what a frightened child would do. He rested his forehead on the top of your head, stroking your hair and back tenderly, trying to keep his breathing even as he felt your tears soak onto his shirt.

"You're alright, my flower." He whispered into your hair, feeling the tremor that vibrated down your spine as you cried into his shirt silently. He had to battle the urge to start tearing up himself. He hated seeing you cry. It's almost like he could feel the same pain you're feeling, his heart desperate to ease your woes. But, he had to be strong right now. For your sake. "I'm here. I'm right here. Whatever it was, it was just a dream. We're safe. You're safe."

You never told him what your nightmares were about whenever you ended up having them, and he'd never push you to tell him anything: he didn't want to force you into talking with him about these things, figuring that, if you wanted to tell him about it one day, you'd tell him on your own time and terms. He was content with that. As long as you let him be there for you when you were too scared to bear your burdens on your own. That was enough for him.

Saeran laid there with you in his arms for about twenty or so minutes, without even realizing that he had eventually fallen back asleep. Your shaky breaths hitting his skin in small puffs of air and your weak and tired voice hitting his ears quickly awakened him to the reality, though. He opened his eyes, looking down at you worriedly as his hand rubbed your back gently.

You were trembling, your arms tightening their hold on his torso in a way that wasn't natural to you. He didn't have any problem with it, just keeping you close and providing the least amount of support he could. It's the least he could do for you in such a difficult moment. He could handle a tight hug just fine. Especially coming from you.

Saeran hushed you, brushing your hair out of your face to take a proper look at you, only to see your expression pained and stricken with anxiety. Despite that, your eyes were closed. Were you asleep, perhaps? He didn't like to think that you were having yet another nightmare. Something must be seriously troubling you if you're having such a hard time... He only wished you weren't so afraid of telling him.

"I'm never going to let you go, my love." He breathed softly against your hairline. He was aware from his own experience that it could be a very stressful thing to forcefully wake someone from a nightmare, so he made an effort to calm you while you were still asleep asleep. You did the same for him many times, after all.

You groaned and pressed your face deeper into his chest, almost like you were trying to hide yourself away from the world around you. And while he appreciated you instinctively viewing him as your source of safety and comfort, he would be lying if he said it wasn't absolutely destroying him to see you like this. He didn't care if he was being too sentimental right now, he just hated the idea of you being this sad or hurt at all. It reminded him of the inner agony he had to fight against back when he chose to sacrifice himself to save you and Saeyoung, back in the Jihyun's house. The way that his heart would ache and bleed with every tear your eyes would shed and every shaky breath that left your lips as a consequence of his decision. He truly wished he would never see that same look on your face ever again.

But, life wasn't so generous, was it?

"I'm right here, Y/N." He told you gently, knowing you were still asleep, but wanting to let you know he was there regardless. "Oh... my angel, what are you dreaming about...?"

He frowned, holding your head close to his chest and nuzzling your hair as he muttered his inner thoughts softly to you. If only he could have a glimpse inside of your head right now. Maybe he would be the knight in shining armor he read about in fairytales, and chase all those bad thoughts of yours away with a whip of his sword. How nice would that be?

"No-!" You suddenly jolted out of his arms, making him flinch and move away, as you sat up and panted hard, your tear-filled eyes fixating on something in particular, yet also nothing at all, your entire body shuddering in complete panic. You were in a state that he had never seen you in before. And, while usually, he loved discovering new things about you... it couldn't be applied when you were actively suffering.

Sitting up next to you, Saeran wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and gently rested his chin on your shoulder. Slowly, he rocked you back and forth, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt you shake in his arms and heard you sniffle. Your nightmares had never been this bad before. Sighing, he was at a loss for what to do to comfort you. He couldn't do much when he didn't even know the source of all this pain. But, he also didn't want to push you when you were this hurt and vulnerable. He honestly felt stuck on what would be the right thing to do for you here.

"I'm- I'm sorry..." You finally whimpered, your voice raspy and borderline unrecognizable.

"It's okay." He whispered back, turning his face into your neck and pressing his lips to your jaw lightly, not minding the salty taste as his lips brushed against your damp skin. “I just want you to be alright. That's all."

After a few more minutes of quiet, broken only by the sounds of your shaky breathing and occasional sniffling, you eventually calmed down, leaning back against his chest and closing your eyes. Your fingers wriggled together anxiously as you let out a sigh. Finally, you spoke up. "I'm sorry, I'm just- I'm just... so, so afraid..."

"I know." Saeran informed you quietly, rubbing a hand up and down your tummy. Despite his desire to express more, he felt that he should allow you to handle this at your own pace for now. You obviously had a lot of things bottled up.

"I'm so afraid..." You repeated, quieter this time, your shoulders slumping in defeat. You had never spoken about your nightmares before. Saeran wanted to hang onto your every word. "I'm so... so afraid of feeling abandoned, again. It's- It's debilitating and exhausting, and- and-"

"Y/N, I will never abandon you." He cut you off as you started to choke on your own words again, his stomach twisting at just the thought of you feeling abandoned. Saeran was familiar with that terrible feeling all too well, after all. He squeezed you a little bit tighter. "Even if I die, my soul would be right here next to you. Every moment of your life. Watching over you. Guarding you. Loving you. Forever."

"I know that, Saeran." You sighed with a small chuckle slipping through your tears, probably as a response to how incredibly cheesy he sounded. He didn't find that bothersome. He had a lot of love in that heart of his. He had to express it. But, he fell silent now, waiting for you to continue as he traced invisible patterns on your abdomen with his finger. "But, I've... I've actually struggled with feeling abandoned for a while. I'm sorry I didn't say anything, I just... I know it's stupid and irrational, but I just can't help but feel like I am nothing but a nuisance to everyone. That once you all find someone better, you will... you will leave me. And, recently, some of my friends seemed to do some stuff without telling me or inviting me, and... and, I don't know. I just feel bad. And then I feel even worse for feeling bad in the first place. Does any of this even make any sense?"

Saeran pressed his forehead against your shoulder, fighting back his own tears at hearing you talk of how you were so afraid of being left behind by the people you so wholeheartedly loved. It brought back memories of his own pain, which caused him great distress. Because he knew exactly how you felt. Then again, maybe that's why Ray felt so drawn to you back when it all started.

You knew his pain, and he knew yours.

"It is not stupid. It's okay to feel afraid. I am afraid, too. So often, and of so little. But... We'll be together, Y/N." He uttered, hugging you tighter and pressing back flush against his chest. "Fate lead us to meet one another. Just like fate lead you to meet everyone in the RFA and all of your other friends and loved ones. My heart and soul are yours. They will be yours until the end of time."

Your eyes were red and puffy from all the crying, your face flushed and wet with tears as you looked at him over your shoulder. He had to resist the urge to kiss you right then and there.

“You promise...?” You whimpered quietly, making his heart melt for you all over again.

"With all of my four seasons." He reassured you by kissing your cheek.

"You are one of the kind, Y/N. A wonderful, loving soul with an experience unique to you and you alone. No one in this world could possibly replace you. And, when you feel like it all becomes too much: think of me. Think of me and the love I have for you. Even when we're far apart, even when I'm not there to hold you tight and whisper these words into your ears myself, remember our promise of happiness. Remember that I love you, with all that I am. And remember that you are deserving of such love and care. I know it can be scary to open your heart up to others... but, let them know of your fears. Don't close your heart off. Seek out those who are willing to treasure your heart, and trust them to do so when you know you can't handle it on your own. And, remember that my heart is there for you through it all."

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #saeran choi #choi saeran #ge saeran #saeran x reader #ge saeran x reader #also i do apologize for how long this took!#i wanted to really give this one justice and i just didn't have the energy to write at my best for the past week #but it's done!#and i'm quite happy with it :)#writing ge saeran's dialogue is always so intriguing because he's such a poetic man #but like in a different way from jihyun #they are both super cheesy but while jihyun is all about metaphors and artistic talk #saeran is like a poet in a way #idk just a thought

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ailendolin · 8 months

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prompt 4 for robin & humphrey!?

Hi anon! Sorry it took me so long to write your prompt - it was surprisingly hard to come up with something for "Holding hands" for those two. I hope you'll like your ficlet!

List of prompts is here. Filled prompts are here, here, here and here on AO3.

Prompts are closed.

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For a long time, it was just Rogh and the headless man.

The sick people tended to keep to themselves – they were a group, a family. Rogh remembered what that felt like, and he understood not wanting to welcome a stranger into their midst and why they were drawn to the dark room below the house that was built in the place their village used to be. It reminded him of the cave he once called home and he sometimes envied them the safety it provided.

It had been many Moonahs since he’d felt safe anywhere, or at home. He’d had a family like theirs once too – a ghost one, years after his living one had moved away one harsh winter and never returned. There had been four of them, bound by the Stones to the land they roamed, and they had huddled together at night to look up at Moonah just like Rogh had once done with his children. Death had not felt so lonely back then – not until one by one, the light took them away.

When the last one left, Rogh thought he would be next. He waited and waited but the light didn’t come. Instead, new people died and stayed for a while. They too eventually left with the light and Rogh – Rogh could no longer bear to say goodbye to anyone so he stopped saying hello.

The ice came and went and one day disappeared altogether; people settled and moved on; wars were fought and won and lost until eventually, the big house was built and fancy people started to live where mammoths used to graze. Rogh, just like the sick people, mostly kept to himself in those days. He did not care for the raucous laughter at dinner or the pretty dresses the ladies wore but he did notice the house growing dark and silent after the young boy returned from France with an even younger bride. Rogh couldn’t help but pity them both. He might be sad in death but at least he had been happy in life – something they clearly would never be.

Every now and then he looked in on them, watched the lad paint his sorrows onto canvasses and the girl find solace in her books. When one had been dead as long as he was, time became difficult to grasp. One minute, the lad was sitting at the end of a very large table having lunch with his young wife in sorrowful silence and the next, a man with dark circles under his eyes was sitting in his place, looking like he bore more weight and worries on his shoulders than any man should.

And then he was lying on the floor with his head parted from his body and Rogh thought, oh, and laughed.

When he found the head still lying where it had fallen a week later, Rogh was no longer laughing. It was clear the man had been dealt an even crueller fate than he had been, so Rogh decided the least he could do was search for the body. It had the tendency to wander off, aimlessly, and he eventually found it waist-deep in the lake. When he reached for its hand, its skin was warm and Rogh tried very hard not to think about how long it had been since he had touched anyone like this when he pulled the body back towards the house and the room where its head was lying and carefully directed its hands to it.

“Oh, that’s a relief!” the head said with a sigh once it was reattached to its body. “Thank you so much, err…”

“Rogh,” Rogh grunted.

The man smiled and held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Rogh. I’m Sir Humphrey Bone – though I suppose you know that already.”

Rogh shrugged and shook the hand like he had seen the livings do. It was a foreign gesture but the pressure felt nice and when Humphrey let go, Rogh’s hand tingled pleasantly from the touch.

It became a thing – him finding Humphrey’s body and leading it back to its head. There was something about holding the body’s hand, even for just a short moment, that eased the ageless ache in his heart just a bit. And it was that small, infrequent contact that softened his battered soul enough for him to seek out Graham and Mary when they died rather than keep to himself like he used to. With them around, death was easier to deal with, and the never-ending task of finding Humphrey’s body and reuniting it with its head slowly became an afterthought.

But Rogh, even after he became Robin, never forgot those first few years he spent alone with Humphrey. And when the light took Mary away, he found Humphrey’s body just before dawn, took its hand and led it to its head just like he’d done all those years ago so they could mourn the passing of a friend together until a new day dawned and the sun rose over the land like it had always done, unwavering, unchanged.

#robin the caveman #humphrey bone #bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts fanfic #my fic #ask game prompt ficlet #birthday prompts 2023

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sickficideas · 10 months

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some hcs i’ve been thinking of recently …!

- dazai gets short of breath easily and coughs often due to his attempts at drowning leaving some water in his lungs

- ranpo gets stress induced low grade fevers when he feels that he messed up

- when fukuzawa first took in ranpo, ranpo got sick regularly bc his immune system got rather weak after living on streets

- firm believer that ranpo gets motion sick and that’s part of why he doesn’t care to learn how to take the train- he’s less likely to get asked to run errands since he needs to someone to with him. but eventually he’ll have to take the train and although he manages to figure it out, one of the members has to pick him up bc he feels so weak after emptying his stomach on the train

- kenji won’t eat for prolonged periods of time in case his ability is needed but this results in him getting dizzy and fainting when he gets up quickly

- yosano gets migraines when cleaning the infirmary because the chemicals irritate her

- sometimes when dazai falls asleep at his desk he’ll have nightmares and is so stressed out when he wakes up that he throws up

also ty for your blog T_T i love it so much we need more bsd sickfic people !!!!! love your content lots 🫡

when i read your fics i always feel inspired to start one myself lolol also sorry this is kinda long

ANON NEVER APOLOGIZE this is such a fantastic list and it's beautifully long i couldn't be more grateful for finding this in my inbox...AND THANK U SO MUCH i am so happy to create content for you guys and YOURE INSPIRING ME WITH THIS BEAUTIFUL LIST!! anon please write a fic you have great ideas!!! Send it to me if you do!!! until then u should totally send over some port mafia headcanons to match this list teehee😏

- the dazai ones are so...💔 the nightmares were things that he was able to easily brush off at first and he could chalk down the throwing up to just being hungover, but they get worse over time the more time he's away from the mafia, it gets so much harder for him to brush it off and he goes quiet for a while to process it. kunikida will take him over to the couch and encourage him to rest or distract himself and offers to stay with him, even if he's just doing his work real close by 💔 and you're so right i like the short of breath bit a lot, he will Die taking the stairs at the agency. begs atsushi to carry him whenever the elevator is out of service

- RANPOOOO....I never considered motion sick ranpo before but it's perfect 😭 that first time he went with atsushi he was probably like wait okay he doesn't know how to use the train but he gets motion sick too??😭😭 and the bit about him with a weak immune system i can totally imagine he and yosano as teenagers and she's taking care of him and teaching him ways to boost his immune system and take better care of himself💔 and she's always the first to notice those fevers while they're working and tries to coerce him into her office to chill out for a while 💔 she cares him so much

- i love yosano getting migraines she's so migraine sufferer coded...i love atsushi getting nauseous from the antiseptic bc of his very sensitive senses too and this is also fantastic...if he's ever helping her out and it gets too much for either of them she's like okay let's go run some errands and get some fresh air

- KENJI LITTLE BABY 😭😭😭 they all look after kenji very well i love that anthology where he overworks himself and at the end it says they all look after him better...he always thinks he's gotten used to not eating but if he gets excited and stands up too fast from his desk he'll pass out and scare everybody 😭😭😭😭

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Mr Evershed x Student!reader - your role model

Hello, I have another idea for a EvershedStudent! Reader. Could you please write about a Student, who works after school in the restaurant until late in the evening, thats why Reader is usually tired at school? Evershed meets Reader in the restaurant because Reader is serving him. He sees the pressure Reader is under (strict boss) and how Reader tries to balance school and work. However, the Student needs the work because he/she is an orphan and the foster Family doesn't care what happens to Reader. Reader is trying to not spend time at the forster home, saving money from working to have a better life and Evershed takes care of the student. Key word: father figure. - Anon 💜

Sitting at the desk, you had your head resting on your hand as you looked at the computer before looking back at the sheet of paper next to you.

“(Y/N) you’re on close tonight.”

You turned to your boss.

“What? I’ve been here since 4, in supposed to finish at 7.” You said.

“And, bar manager called in sick, Terry needs to cover bar, you’re going to here until close. Before you ask you’re not getting overtime and I need you to run point on the delivery that’s just come in, then do the health and safety checks for the stage for tomorrow.”

You sighed a little and nodded your head, knowing it was best not to argue with your manager.

You weren’t to bothered, the restaurant itself closed at 10, so it was only a few extra hours, and you weren’t allowed to work in the bar so you could go straight away.

“Peter, I’m doing the stock take and I notice the inventory isn’t matching up.” You said.

He looked over your shoulder and looked at the paper.

“Count it again, I’m going home. Let bar management when know when you’re done.”

With that he grabbed his jacket and left and you sighed as you picked up the paper, slipping it into the pocket of your apron you left the office.

Terry waved you over and you padded behind the bar, and he leant back on the counter as he looked at you.

“Overtime?”

“Yup, but whatever I don’t really care. There’s a discrepancy in the stock, can you help me check it after I’ve done delivery?”

“Yeah, you’re not waiting today?”

“Short staffed so guess who’s got to do all the managers duties because he wants to go home.” You scoffed.

“Jeez kid, you’re not even getting supposed to be doing it.”

You shrugged a little and picked up the clipboard and a pen.

“More experience at least. I’m leaving as soon as I can anyways.”

You walked away, tucking the clipboard under your arm as you walked through the restaurant to the back to sort the delivery and you stopped when you didn’t see it.

“Gemma where’s the delivery?” You called.

The waitress turned around and shrugged.

“I think it’s outside waiting for someone to handle it, the driver doesn’t know where to take it!” She called.

You groaned and made your way back through the restaurant, pushing the door opened you smiled at the driver and apologised.

“Just take it through the back, I’ll sort it there.” You smiled.

“You sure? I can put them where you need them, it’s my last delivery anyway.”

“Nah it’s cool, you gotta get home.”

You filled in some paperwork and walked back into the restaurant, watching as he brought the things through for you.

While you were stood there you saw some people out the corner of your eye come in and look around.

“Katie can you seat those customers please?”

“No problem.” She smiled.

She showed them to their seats which just happened to be in front of where you stood and you carried on watching the delivery man and when he was done he passed you some more paperwork and left.

“(Y/N)?”

You flicked your eyes up and looked back down before you stopped what you were doing and lowered the clipboard.

There sat your teacher with what you could only assume was his family.

“Evening sir, how are you?” You smiled.

“I’m good thanks. How are you?”

You heard your name being called and you smiled at him.

“I’m good I’m sorry I’ve got to go but come find me if you need anything.”

Padding over to the kitchen assistant who was calling you, you helped him with his issue and made your way back over to the bar staff who were with the delivery.

“Do we have an inventory list for this lot or has Terry lost it again?”

“No, no, I’ve got it.” You laughed.

You handed her the list and crouched down, marking of the number of boxes that you had sitting there and you pulled a marker out of your pocket.

Marking a few of them you stood up.

“These ones need to go straight to the bar, just leave everything else in the back for now it’s going to be a busy night don’t stress about those ones.”

You heard your phone ringing and you set your clipboard down, pulling your phone out you saw it was the manager of the restaurant.

Answering it, you had a brief phone call before sighing and hanging up, walking over to Katie who was talking to Mr Evershed.

“Sorry to intrude, we’ll just be a second.”

You pulled her away and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“So Peter has approved of Megan’s, Ryan’s and Reece’s holidays. You’re going to be three people down tonight, bar staff don’t need to be covering the bar until 9, can you manager that?”

“Yeah that’s fine, don’t worry we’ll manage.” She smiled.

You nodded and let her carry on and Mr Evershed watched as you rushed away.

The entire time he was there he would see you walking to and from somewhere, filling in papers or carrying boxes.

“Martin it’s just her job.” His wife whispered.

“I know, I know. But she’s so young, she shouldn’t be doing half of this.”

His wife gave him a look and he dropped it, not wanting to push it anymore.

Things were already tense since he had become acting head teacher of the school. He wanted to work on his marriage and make it work, but part of him couldn’t help but worry about you.

He was halfway through his meal when he heard your name being called from the door and a lot of people look up and so did you.

“You changed the rota?!” Peter snapped.

“What choice did I have? Katie needs more people for her team, a few people agreed to come in.” You said.

Peter stormed over and pulled you into the far corner of the restaurant.

“So you changed the rota?! You’re not a manager!”

“We’re understaffed sir! I don’t have much choice here with it being delivery, the bar is about to be flooded by football lovers, Katie needs people for the last two hours.”

Peter looked at you furiously and pointed a finger.

“They’re overtime is coming out of your pay!” He snapped.

He stormed into the office and slammed the door and you just sighed, going back to what you were doing.

The following day you weren’t at school, you had called in sick, unable to tell the school you were working.

It was a Friday so you weren’t too fussed, but over the entire weekend all you did was work, you had no time for your homework.

A few weeks passed, and Mr Evershed had forgotten about what happened at the restaurant but when he was covering a class and he saw you falling asleep he remembered it again.

It was last class of the day, so he didn’t say anything, but when the bell went you snapped to attention and quickly started packing everything away.

“(Y/N) could we have a word?”

Looking up at him you shook your head and checked your watch.

“Sorry sir, I can’t. Can we talk tomorrow or something?”

With that, you grabbed your keys from the table and rushed away.

He was dragged to the bar that night by a few other teachers, and again he spotted you running through the doors.

“You’re late.” Peter snapped.

“Sorry! Im sorry!” You gasped out.

Mr Evershed frowned from where he was stood at the bar.

“Isn’t that (Y/N)?” Mr Hussain whispered.

“Yeah, yeah it is.”

Both teachers watched the scene play out.

“There’s absolutely no excuse for it! You’re on thin ice already (L/N) I will fire you right here!”

You went to reply but when you felt a hand on your shoulder you looked up at Mr Hussein.

Mr Evershed stepped up as well.

“Im sorry she was late, we were trying to get her to join football club. We didn’t know she was already committed to other things.” Mr Evershed smiled.

“Yeah bro, completely our fault.” The other teacher nodded.

Peter looked at you then the two teachers before sighing.

“Whatever as long as it don’t happen again.”

Your manager left and you turned to the teachers.

“Thanks, sorry I’ve got to get to work now.”

You rushed away and they went back to the bar to carry on talking and enjoying a few drinks.

That’s when Mr Evershed noticed the sharp drop in not just your grades but your attendance as well.

He was incredibly worried, he tried to find some sort of contact details for a parent or guardian but there was none.

“Loraine!” He called.

She came walking in.

“Why’s there no contact details for (Y/N)s parents?”

“She’s never given us any. They’ve never turned up to any meetings or anything, I have an address and a phone number for (Y/N) that’s it.”

Mr Evershed nodded and asked for them both.

He tried calling but it went to voicemail, so he left a message and waited another day, but there was no response and he finally gave in.

He needed to check up on you, so, knowing he shouldn’t, he went to your address and found himself in a very dodgy part of Ackley, and the building looked like it was falling apart as he walked in.

He found your flat number and lightly knocked on the door.

There was a bit of grumbling on the other side and the door opened.

“Mr Evershed?”

“I came to check on you, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, sorry I’ve been busy. You can come in if you want, or if not we can go for a walk or something?”

“How about a walk?” He smiled.

You nodded, asking him to wait a few minutes and you came back to the door, locking it behind him you left the building and began to walk.

“You’ve not been at school, your grades are dropping and last time you were in you were falling asleep. Is everything okay (Y/N)?”

You sighed and sat on a bench at a small empty park, so he sat down with you.

“I’m sorry sir, I’ve been really stressed out with work.”

“You know you don’t need to work yet, right? You’ve still got time.”

You shook your head.

“I need to work.. if I don’t I’ll loose my flat…” you mumbled.

Mr Evershed frowned a little and looked at you. He could see you were exhausted.

“Do you live alone…?” He asked softly.

You nodded your head, refusing to look up at him and he found himself speechless.

You were so young, and you were working, just trying to do anything to keep a roof over your own head.

“I’ve been living alone since last year… my parents passed away when I was younger, and my foster family didn’t care about me, so I moved out. It’s not the best flat, but it’s my home you know?”

“You know the school can help you with this right?”

You shook your head.

“I don’t want your handouts sir, I’ve worked hard for what I have. I don’t want to take what someone else might need.”

Mr Evershed looked at you.

“And what about what you need?”

“I have everything I need, I have a roof over my head, a job that pays the bills, and my neighbors give me extra shopping they don’t want.”

“You can’t shop?”

“I usually eat at work or school.”

Mr Evershed shook his head and stood up, putting his hands in his pockets.

“I can’t let this carry on, come on.”

You looked up frantically.

“You can’t take my flat away from me!”

“I’m not, we’re just going to buy you some shopping.”

“It’s okay, I have some stuff.”

“Uh huh? What do you have?”

You gave him a short list and he shook his head, crouching down to look up at you with a soft smile on his face.

“I don’t mind it (Y/N), I’ve got more than enough at Home. How about we just get you some basic things?”

“Don’t know what I need…” you mumbled.

He chuckled a little and stood up, holding his hand out.

“Let’s go write a list then, I’m not letting you carry on this way. Okay? You can quit your job, the school can get you set up on benefits for your rent and other bills.”

You looked up at him.

“I’m not quitting, but I guess I can lower my hours a bit…”

“That’s a start.”

You let him pull you up and you took him back so he could help you write a shopping list and he took you to get everything that you needed.

Mr Evershed helped bring it back and he helped you out it all away.

He found a way to get you benefits that would cover your living costs, and he arranged after school classes to help you catch up on everything.

It became routine for him to bring you shopping once every two weeks, and he would leave you some money just in case you needed it.

He saw a huge change, you weren’t as stressed anymore and the half term came around.

Mr Evershed came to drop of some shopping and saw you standing in front of your sink with things all over the place.

“(Y/N)?”

“I think I broke my sink?”

Setting the bags down, Mr Evershed crouched down and you showed him the problem.

“Maybe we should call a plumber?” He asked.

“Oh you can do that?”

Mr Evershed smiled and nodded and quickly called for someone before coming back over and watching you sit down as you unpacked shopping.

“You got me this?”

You held up a tub of sweets.

“It’s your favourite, of course. You’ve got to have snacks too.”

You grinned and passed him things to put away and then asked him to help you with your homework.

Mr Evershed had basically become your dad, he was a role model for you, someone to look up to and ask for help or advice with.

He had basically adopted you, he attended parents evening on your behalf, made note of what you liked and didn’t like, but made sure to keep it fair with school work and grades.

At the end of the day he was the headteacher, he had a duty of care to his students, but felt like he had some extra responsibility for you and he had to look after you.

Because you didn’t have anyone else, and he couldn’t let that happen

#Ackley bridge #Ackley bridge x reader #Ackley bridge x you #Ackley bridge imagine #mr Evershed #mr evershed x you #mr evershed x reader #mr evershed imagine

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cabinofimagines · 2 years

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The Haunting of Camp-Halfblood, part three

For my own sanity I wish I could say this was the ending, but sadly I am writing another part for good measure. I am fighting my body as we speak wish me look.

Pairing: Poly!Solangelo x reader, Will Solace x Gn!Reader x Nico di Angelo Request: My ex went “insert anon where’s the rest? on a fic that hasn’t been updated since 2019” in the google doc Warnings: I did a little angst, as a treat. But also fluff! Word Count: 1.6k

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-Asnyox

Will sighed impatiently. The three of you had been looking around camp for a few hours now, checking in and around cabins, but there was no sign of any ghosts. Even for Camp Half-blood, that was actually the norm most of the time. However, given that camp barely had a norm at this point, nor had demigod life, you had really hoped to find ghosts. The one time you are looking for anomalies, everything seems suspiciously normal.

You even double checked if your spell circle around camp was still intact, which it was. Nico had gone and looked at the campers in the dining hall, all still asleep. At this point, you knew who was missing, but where could they be?As the three of you stood at the edge of the strawberry fields, you felt the hope leave your body.

“What if they did manage to leave? They have Alabaster, who could probably break my spell easily.” You looked at both your boyfriends in worry, and they both seemed helpless themselves.

“Let’s take a break, just sit for a bit?” Will suggested, “Maybe we’ll come up with a plan, or perhaps the people in the dining pavilion will wake up.” You nodded and sat down, careful not to crush any plants except grass. Nico sat down opposite from you, your knees still touching, Will doing the same to the right of you, making a small circle. You felt the pain of walking around all day in your legs.

“How are you holding up, Nico?” You asked your boyfriend, he looked down before facing you, exhausting clear on his face.

“It takes a lot getting the ghosts out-,” he sighed, “But it is not as if we have a choice. I’ll hold on until we’re done,” he promised with a doubtful smile, you grabbed his hand trying to encourage him a little.

“Remember last year with the ghost shoot? Nico and I were freaking out about it.” Will smiled softly at the memory, “You were so close, and we were just longing to bring you between us,” Nico snorted

“Hence why we did not mind you getting sick from shadow travel,” he let out a short laugh, “We got to cuddle the whole night, definitely worth the dressing up.” You let out a half laugh, squeezing Nico’s hand.

“You also offered to summon some ghosts, are you sure you didn’t summon these?” you asked him teasingly and he softly hit your arm. He gasped dramatically.

“I would never do such a thing to interrupt our Mythomagic time,” Nico huffed and Will laughed.

“Uhuh, because you were so enthusiastic about teaching us,” he stated, smiling. Nico looked to the side.

“It’s just, a lot of memories are attached to the game, y’know.” He said looking back at Will and you. You purse your lips before letting go of his hand and giving him a quick hug.

“We know, sorry.” You apologized and as you let go from the hug, Nico grabbed your hand again.

“It’s fine,” he squeezed your hand and looked at Will, “I would like to get more happy memories with the game, with the two of you,” his smile held melancholy, as his eyes seemed teary. But you understood and nodded.

“We will,” you said determinedly, “But let’s first catch the last ghost!”

Nico might have been exhausted form the day thus far, but your determination somehow filled him with energy. He smiled, feeling lighter somehow. You stood up, he tried to follow, panic surging through him as he noticed his legs were restrained.

“Found you!” Miranda Gardiner’s voice rang out, followed by a laugh. Nico noticed that Will also could not get up, and as you tried to turn around, you fell to the ground, legs restrained by vines. A flicker of light caught his eyes – which widened as he realized what was happening.

“Will! The crystal!” Nico yelled out, but before Will could even react, the vine shattered the crystal. He suddenly heard your scream.

“Let- GO!” You tried to wrestle yourself out of Sherman’s arms. The son of Ares had a tight grip on you, even with one arm. He quickly got the two remaining crystals out of your pocket.

“These seem important,” He grinned, shattering both crystals with his bare hand, “Oops, sorry.” Sherman laughed, as he tightened his grip on you. You tried wrestling yourself out- but it was no good.

“Stop struggling, or I will break you and your boyfriends in half, filthy demi-scum,” he whispered in your ear, successfully freezing you in place. Your heart was beating rapidly, as you tried to think of a way out- a way out for your boyfriends.

“Seems like we can finally start negotiating,” the voice of Alabaster came from behind you, “simply said, son of Hades, we require your full cooperation.” Nico glared at Alabaster- whatever the ghost could want, could not be good. Alabaster chuckled as he stepped forward, into your sight.

“You see, we want us and our siblings to be free. However, some of us got sent to the underworld by some pesky little shit. And when he couldn’t get all of us, he simply sealed the rest in those stupid crystals, keeping us there for years upon years!” You could see Alabaster’s body tense, the anger clear in his voice, “If you would be so kind to let us go, we will be sure to save you the pain of losing everyone you know,” Alabaster turned around and grabbed your chin, “Starting with this little love bird.” His eyes were dark- sucking you almost in, his fingers cold.

“So, you can terrorize innocent people?” Nico spat, trying to get Alabaster’s attention back to him. A disgruntled look came to Alabaster’s face, and he turned to Nico.

“I don’t care about other people, son of Hades,” Alabaster shrugged, “And I am surprised you still do, after everything.” Alabaster turned to Miranda, “You got them tight?” Miranda nodded, “Alright, possess this one,” Alabaster grinned widely, “Show the ghost king how we get things done.”

You felt helpless- Sherman’s grip was strong and you could feel it tightening with every breath you took. As the ghost left Miranda’s body, you felt yourself weaken more and more- cold settling in your bones, eyes lost in fear.

Will screamed out your name, trying to get out, but his legs were still entangled in the vines. If only he had a knife on him- or if his crystal was still there. He looked at the shards, out of reach and dull. If only he had never suggested taking a break.

Nico couldn’t concentrate- he wanted to, but everything was so loud around him. He heard Will’s scream – he felt the thorns on the vines puncturing his skin, he felt his heart break. There was so much pain on your face – your body was tense, and Nico still felt exhausted. How could he fix this? Why was it his fault you were in this position? He needed to do something, so why was he so fucking useless?

Will focused on the things he did have – empty hands, panic, and his boyfriend. HIS BOYFRIEND- Will focused on Nico, hoping he had a plan- he had something – the power to free you or – or-

Will noticed Nico’s hands shaking, his eyes only on you and filled to the brim with fears. There were tears pooling, and Nico was taking short breaths. He looked hopeless- he was panicking. Will urged his body forward- only managing to touch his knees to Nico’s.

Nico’s eyes shot to Will- who looked just as desperate as he felt.

He was the ghost king- and these ghosts were not going to harm his people.

Anger surged to his body as he looked back at you- once again trying to get away from Sherman, away from the ghost coming closer and closer. You who Nico loves so dearly- you for who he would do anything. Adrenaline pumped through his veins- love pumped through his heart – as he commanded the ghosts- their spirits- to remove themselves from any bodies they possessed.

And then Nico simply ordered them to die.

The ghosts in front of you disintegrated- something akin to screams echoing over the strawberry fields. Your vision turns to black from the sound- from the lack of air- from the ghosts that almost entered your body. Sherman let go, and you dropped to the ground, legs unable to keep you upright. You tried to get up, only to be caught under the weight of Sherman’s body. Maybe you could just lay down- maybe for a little-

“(Y/n)! I need you here!” Will screamed, his voice pounding in your head. You were so tired, yet you pushed Sherman off. You sat up, holding your aching head in your hand. You squint your eyes as you look at your boyfriends, Will frantically trying to get the vines of his legs, and Nico passed out on the ground. You crawled your way over to them, picking up your sword along the way - had Sherman disarmed you? - and handed it to Will.

“Don’t cut yourself,” you mumbled, as you laid on your back, passing out.

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peejsocks · 2 years

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💌 I have a request! Can you please do a Bam x Fem!Reader imagine where the reader tells Bam that she’s pregnant, and then skip 9 months later she gives birth? I would really love it if you did that.

Oh and also, about the Bam x Fem!Reader imagine where the reader tells him she’s pregnant then gives birth 9 months later, can you please make their first child a girl plsss

a/n: i'm sorry this took forever, pregnancy is not my favorite trope or something im too comfortable writing which is also why it's so short. since this request is from ages ago (before i made any restrictions to my requests) i whipped out a quick one and i hope its good enough for you anon 🤍 i’m probably not going to write another pregnancy story but as always(!!) thank you for requesting :)

You may have watched your boyfriend try various stunts in the past year you were together, but nothing matched the fear and nervousness you had to deal with right now.

You're both so young, and he has so much to try out still. So many places to go and people to meet. Your relationship is substantially fresh, for this it is anyways.

Oh my god, he's going to hate you forever.

Bam finds you crying in a fetal position under the covers of his bed. Expecting him much later, you suspect April must have called and told him to come home because you hadn't gotten out of bed yet. Not even to say good morning, which was very unlike you.

"Come out from under there and tell me what's wrong." Sensitive as always, your boyfriend.

Pulling the sheets off of your head, you take one look at him and begin sobbing, going under again. His hand squeezes at your thigh.

"Please. It can't be that bad."

"I'm pregnant." Suddenly, the movement on your leg stops, and you feel like making a run for it.

The silence is as unbearable as the lack of fresh air under the covers, so you definitively come out this time, sitting up on the bed.

"Ban, I'm so sor-"

"Are you crazy? Don't apologize." Bam lets out a deep sigh and pulls you onto his lap. "I love you and I want this. I can't wait to have a mini me running around. We’re gonna drive you crazy."

You spend the rest of the day cuddling in bed, as your boyfriend describes in detail how he's going to spoil your kid. "Oh, Ape's gonna love this. I'm gonna tell her to make a tiny CKY ugly sweater for our little princess."

"Princess?"

"Don't ask how I know, I just do."

And seven months later, who would've thought Bam nailed it the first time?

He's surprisingly patient with your daughter, laying on the couch with the small body resting on his belly and trying to lull her to sleep by explaining all the skate tricks he's gonna teach her as soon as she learns to stand up on her own.

"You're gonna be the coolest little girl everyone's ever met. The other kids on the playground won't even come close." Hiding in the hallway, you hear that delicious giggle Bam always managed to extract from the small angel you had created together. "It helps that you have the coolest mom and dad tagging along too."

You have to fight back the annoying tears welling up in your eyes hearing Bam gush about the family you had accidentally started. You couldn't be happier about said "accident".

It's too much when April comes through the front door holding an adorable black onesie with 'CKY' in orange and yellow printed on it.

"Oh, that's sick!" Bam gets up, throwing nap time out of the window and basically shaking your daughter in the air, unable to contain his excitement.

You don't have the heart to reprimand his roughness, too busy taking in the sight of true love in the form of your boyfriend and your child.

#bam margera x reader #bam margera #jackass #jackass fanfic #ryan dunn #johnny knoxville #chris pontius #steveo #viva la bam

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minustwofingers · 1 year

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AHHHH OH MY GOD okay this is my first time writing anything to anyone on tumblr but i just felt like i had to do it for you for so many reasons

in short - your writing is beautiful. you keep the beauty of the universe while also incorporating parts of our world and giving readers something to relate with in exoplanet. giving readers something to connect with makes it feel more real. sometimes fiction writing is just fiction and doesnt come across as relatable or something to hold on to, and in the end the story doesnt connect or sit - however with exoplanet, you brought so much emotion to the narrator and made the story sit that much deeper with your audience. characterizing the narrator in that way, making her similar to all readers in some way or another, gives that much more beauty and depth to the piece.

ellies characterization is also just as meaningful and is just as important as the connection between the reader and narrator. the dramatic irony behind it all, readers knowing why ellie cant easily open up yet the narrator not knowing and experiencing very real and conflicted emotions, gives your story such a raw edge that i cant even begin to describe.

and not only that but i love you and seeing all your interactions with your followers and other readers. knowing you purposefully wrote exoplanet in this way and put so much thought and meaning behind each word makes it such a powerful read.

cant wait for the rest, i know itll be good!!! and feel better soon!! writing and being sick is not a fun combo so take as long as you need and be sure to rest your eyes! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

THIS ASK IS JUST SO. like i cannot even begin to express my joy in reading this. i’ve been letting this marinate in the inbox for a while and coming back to reread it because 1) anon u have a way with words and 2) this is just…i can’t even put into words how ecstatic this whole message made me. i’m sure anyone who writes can relate but having people not only read your stuff but read it AND send something like this in? i am so so grateful that you took the time to type all of this out oh my god enekenwkew

anyway yeah i want to cast a really big spotlight on your line about the dramatic irony of us knowing why ellie can’t open up and the reader not understanding …like you put it so perfectly and it’s exactly what i’m trying to convey. ugh this was just so perfect to read i’m sorry this is kind of a mess i thought taking some time would mean i’d come up with a more coherent and Normal response but every time i read this i melt into the floor a little more and have to pinch myself because my writing is not only being perceived but understood and oh my god aaah

okok i am going to cut this off here before i sound more unhinged but in conclusion thank you so much from the bottom of my heart anon for this lovely ask. i am going to be thinking about this for the rest of my life 😭😭

#dee overshares #legendary anon #anon i’m canonically giving u a kiss on the cheek #thank you so so much

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boytumms · 2 years

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(Shy boy anon again :D (god I love your content ajhshxnvn)) Regarding the last ask, I had a story idea about a lonely (100% shy I always have to make them shy 😭) priest boy working at an isolated and quiet church. Missing the warmth of family and love, on a quiet night, he prays at the church's altar for someone, anyone he can spend time with. So the gods heard his plea, and sent an (angel? baby?) down to be his child (he didn't see any of this so he finds out later 👀) 1/2

2/2 So after a short while he begun to notice he was feeling sick and tired all the time, and finds out that he has fallen pregnant, he's ecstatic (not questioning how because he's religious) that he now has a child on the way, but is worried because since he's at a church, the other people there will disown him, so he has to avoid them altogether or leave. He decides to stay, but only comes out to work at night to hide his growing tummy (I love the word tummy so much 😭) 2/? (I lied)

3/3 ((soft part) last one I hope) He would always have a hand resting on or near his belly, and layer on while he's trying to sleep since he's usually up then, the baby is used to the late hours so they're more active, resulting in him rubbing his belly trying to get them to calm down (mmaybe he's the type to get hiccups easily too so all the time he has tiny high pitched ones 😭) (IM SO SORRY IDK HOW LONG THIS WILL BE SORRY)

4/? 😭 He ends up being overdue, and has a really hard time getting up from bed, praying, sitting etc, so he spends a lot of time reading books or writing, while also (obviously) rubbing his belly. He's also the type to get really nervous but excited every time he feels a kick or movement 👀

5/? When he finally goes into labor, (He was in the middle of reading when he started falling asleep, and as he was in that state it just 😳) he's really scared because he doesn't really know what to do, but he believed that (the gods?) would aide him and keep him safe, and after a few hours of labor he gives birth, in his room, to a boy. As he holds him, he remembers his wish from all that time ago, and thanks the gods for his wonderful gift. (AWUFITJRIRJGJFJ 🥺)

6/6 IM SO SORRY THIS WAS REALLY LONG I JUST WOKE UP FROM AN HOUR NAP AND ITS 9:30PM SO IM DISORIENTED PLUS I THOUGHT OF THIS AS I WAS TYPING other than that uhh thank you for listening to my dumb priest boy story I hope this wasn't misfortunate I'm really shy about mpreg so I apologize in any way if this was weird or I made you uncomfortable in any way!!

AA its ok!!! This is so cute and wholesome hehe :D That poor priest, having to go through his pregnancy alone, trying to hide his growing belly from everyone else. I wonder what his church would think when he shows up with a baby in his arms...

#ask #shy anon #mpreg #writings #birth #belly kink #u dont need to apologize i liked your story :D

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claracivry · 1 year

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how come u don’t write eddie whump anymore?

you were my go too eddie whump author :(

How come, anon says, how comeeee

Is this the universe allowing me to rant?? Because I want to rant. Read more for rant!

You see, anon, I am a needy and petty little bitch, and that's the main thing of it.

For other characters I sometimes just stop "feeling" them, but I still love Eddie very much and although new boys have happened, I would still happily write whump for him. But!

But.

I have a problem with that part of the fandom. (Did I tell you I am petty?) And that problem is Steddie. I try to get some Eddie is sick content and I get a million words about what a good boyfriend Steve is. I try to get Eddie and Wayne content and is all about what a great ally Wayne is when he finds out about the relationship. I want Eddie content and all I get is relationship content.

And look, I don't dislike Steve. You've read my shorts, he's there, part of the gang, a friend. But the bad thing about Steddie is just it bleeds into everything and all the art, all the headcanons, everything must include Steve and Eddie being boyfriends.

(this is not the first time it happens, either. in previous seasons, when I tried to find Jonathan whump, the most decent things were Jonathan/Nancy/Steve even though the guy has a very nice mom and brother that could offer some comfort after he's hurt)

And!! I don't mind Steve (usually) and I don't mind ships, either, not even in this fandom. Jargyle is cute as fuck. I really enjoyed writing Edancy. But Steddie is a different beast. The whole "if you don't ship them you're blind or homophobic" is really annoying, and I don't enjoy them, sorry.

This is also where me being a needy bitch comes into play. You out your whole writing pussy into something and you get 5 kudos, and someone writing something similar but making it Steddie gets 200 and 20 comments. It's frustrating. It makes me sad. And it's very likely that all those ship fics are better than my little whump and there's simply a larger audience, but idk.

When I stopped writing Eternals there were comments asking there was people wondering where I was, liking everything - since I stopped writing Eddie whump, like four months ago, there's been like five kudos and two anons. It feels like nobody cared that I stopped an almost 90k thing and it hurt my soul. I know you're not supposed to care about feedback, but when everyone else is getting kudos and comments in the hundreds and you get so little, it can be discouraging.

I love Eddie, but every time I want to enjoy some Eddie content there's a wall of Steddie, and that's just not what I want. I do have plans to write some more Eddie things (like a cute little thing where he goes to uni) and could be persuaded to write more whump for him, but I'll have to find my chill with the overwhelming Steddie-ness of the Eddie space.

tl;dr As a gen Eddie whump enjoyer, Steddie has kinda ruined the experience for me and that with the much smaller feedback than seemingly everyone around me made me stop enjoying putting out Eddie whump.

Glad you enjoyed what's out there, however! Knowing there's a few people that really liked those stories really means the world to me, there's some I really like and I'm proud of in there.

ps Sorry about the length of this

ps2 if you know any good non-Steve Jonathan whump, pls tell a girl

ps3 if you read this far, you have my respect and admiration 🫡

#asks #fic things #eddie munson whump #my thoughts

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