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Catching you

Summary: when you get injured while play fighting with Logan he won’t hear that your fine when your bleeding.

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Warnings: blood

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It started out innocently enough. A typical lazy afternoon in the cabin Logan had taken you to, his way of escaping the world for a while, away from the noise and chaos of cities and battles. The air was crisp with the scent of pine, and the afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting a warm glow over the wooden floor of the cozy living room. You were sprawled out on the couch, teasing Logan from across the room as he sharpened his claws, something he did when he needed to keep his hands busy. He had that gruff look on his face, like always, but you knew him well enough by now to see the flicker of amusement in his eyes. “Those things are dull by now, right?” you joked, eyeing the adamantium claws as they caught the light. He snorted, rolling his eyes. “They ain’t toys, darlin’. You keep runnin’ your mouth, you might find out firsthand”. You raised a brow, a smirk tugging at your lips. “Oh, is that a challenge?”.

Logan glanced up at you, the corner of his mouth twitching into a half-smile. “You sure you wanna go down that road?”. Without missing a beat, you hopped off the couch, lunging playfully at him. You weren’t afraid of Logan, not anymore. Sure, he was all rough edges and tough talk, but you’d long since figured out that beneath that exterior, he was gentle with you in ways no one else ever got to see. You aimed for his midsection, a teasing jab, but Logan caught your wrist effortlessly, his strength always a bit shocking despite his casual stance. “Not bad” he said, holding your arm in place, “but you gotta do better than that”. “Oh, I will” you shot back, wriggling free and circling around him, your playful energy sparking off his calm demeanor.

For the next few moments, it was all in good fun a back-and-forth dance of dodging and light grappling, with you laughing every time he effortlessly blocked your attempts to catch him off guard. His smirk was infuriating, but also endearing. That was, until it happened. In one swift motion, you tried to tackle him again, but your foot caught the edge of the rug, sending you stumbling forward faster than expected. Before either of you could react, you collided hard with the coffee table, the sharp edge catching the side of your head.

The moment you hit the floor, the playfulness in Logan’s eyes vanished. His claws retracted instantly as he knelt beside you, hands already searching for the source of your pain. “Shit” Logan muttered, his voice tight with concern. “You okay?”. You winced, clutching your head. The sting was sharp, and when you reached a hand upwards your hand came back into view with a trickle of blood on your fingers. Your head spun as you said “I’m fine” trying to wave him off with a laugh that came out more strained than you intended. “Just... underestimated the furniture”. But Logan wasn’t having it. His brow furrowed deeply as he gently brushed your hand aside to inspect the wound. It wasn’t deep, but it was enough to have him worried, and Logan didn’t like seeing you hurt. Not ever. “Let me see” he said, his tone soft but insistent, one of his large hands steady on your shoulder as he examined the cut. “It’s not bad, but you’re bleedin’”. You tried to shrug it off, but Logan was already in caretaker mode. He stood up, grabbing a nearby towel and pressing it gently against the cut on your head, his eyes never leaving you as he worked.

“Logan, really, it’s nothing” you protested, though the warmth of his touch and the concern in his gaze was enough to make your heart skip a beat. “You sayin’ I shouldn’t care?” he muttered, his voice rough but low, the gravelly edge of it somehow soothing as he sat down beside you. “You’re hurt, and that’s enough for me to care”. You met his eyes, his expression a mixture of irritation and worry. The guilt in his gaze made your chest tighten, knowing that he blamed himself for something as small as a cut. “You didn’t hurt me, Logan. It was my fault. I got careless”. He shook his head, sighing as he pressed the towel against your side, holding it there with a tenderness that still surprised you sometimes. “Doesn’t matter. You’re still hurt. And I don’t like seein’ that”. You reached up, your hand brushing against his stubbled jaw. “You’re way too hard on yourself, you know that?”. He scoffed, but the tension in his shoulders eased a little as he leaned into your touch. “Yeah, well.. somebody’s gotta be”.

After a moment, he helped you sit up, still holding the towel to your head. His hand found the back of your neck, his fingers threading gently through your hair as he pulled you close, his forehead resting against yours on the non injured side. The warmth of his breath mingled with yours, and for a moment, the world outside didn’t exist. “You scare me sometimes, you know that?” he murmured, his voice gruff and low. “Not cause you’re reckless, but.. cause I don’t know what I’d do if somethin’ happened to you”. Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Nothing’s going to happen to me, Logan. I’ve got you to look after me, remember?”. He huffed a soft laugh, his arms tightening around you as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Damn right you do”.

For a while, the two of you stayed like that—wrapped in each other, the worry and tension melting away with the comfort of his embrace. You felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek, and the familiar scent of him; Leather, whiskey, and the faint scent of pine grounded you. “Guess I should be more careful next time we spar” you murmured after a while, a teasing lilt in your voice. Logan pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his expression softening in that way only you ever got to see. “Next time, maybe don’t fight dirty” he said with a smirk, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Or I’ll start winnin’”. You grinned, your fingers tracing over his hand where it rested on your side. “Oh, please. Like you ever let me win”. He leaned down, his lips brushing yours in a soft, lingering kiss before he murmured, “I always let you win, darlin’”. You smiled against his lips, feeling safe, cared for, and more loved than you’d ever thought possible. Logan may have been rough around the edges, but with you, he was all warmth and tenderness, always ready to catch you even when you stumbled on your own. And in moments like this, it was all the proof you needed that you were exactly where you were meant to be.

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hi.

hate to pull a colleen ballinger with a title, but I am going to be adressing something.

do NOT send me a request that you have sent to another creator, unless they have refused to do it or i have refused to do it i do not want to see the same inbox question in another writers posts from their inbox.

the posts i've seen SO FAR being "benny weir comforts reader after a nightmare" is very similar to "benny weir comforts reader after a nightmare or a panic attack" is it not?

or maybe, "reader and Benny have a sleepover" and "Benny Weir and the reader have a sleepover"

some of these are asked by someone who has been in my inbox as well. so it isn't two different people asking the same question, it is ONE person or even multiple asking different creators the same questions.

and lucky enough for all of us none of our requests were similar at all but it is still so gross to ask creators to make a fic that someone you asked to make ALREADY, and its one thing if they have refused it but you want to see it. it is another to see the same request on someone else's account days after you posted your fic.

i get that the mbav fandom is not huge and that they aren't that many posts but asking the same questions to creators is so gross.

because it now looks like someone is copying someone. and there is no disrespect to these creators because they are amazing for even dedicating their time to please others, but this is one of the reasons writers get burnt out so fast.

there are some i saw that i was perfectly fine with, i saw someone request one that i had somewhat turned down. and then another one was just requesting headcanons which is perfectly fine because everyone thinks of a character, people, or just something in general differently than others will! but when it is the same request with different wordings is when it is taken too far.

inbox is completely closed now, will be for awhile. im working on a fanfiction that MIGHT come out, depending on if i seen it in the benny weir x reader tag. if it comes out before mine it will get deleted and it just will not be posted.

have a great day, sorry i whipped out the toxic gossip train guys...

creators that made those posts: @rorykeanersactualgf @dovesdreaming

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Summary: “Reader stays by Logan during his worst and is unable to be pushed away by him”

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At his worst

Summary: Reader stays by Logan during his worst and is unable to be pushed away by him

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Warnings: negative self talk

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The night was cold, unusually quiet for the dingy apartment Wolverine had holed himself up in. After all these years, Logan was used to the silence, comfortable with it even. But something was different tonight. His mind, normally sharp, was dulled by memories that felt like jagged knives cutting through his thoughts. Jean. Rogue. Charles. All the people he had failed. All the people he had lost. The city buzzed below, lights flickering against the darkness, but Logan didn’t care. He slumped against the couch, cradling a half-empty bottle of whiskey, his usual attempt to drown out the pain. But even alcohol couldn’t numb the guilt that weighed on him. He was a weapon designed to hurt, to destroy, and now it seemed like everyone close to him suffered the same fate. A quiet knock broke through the silence, so soft it might’ve gone unnoticed by anyone else, but not him. Logan’s senses were always on high alert. He sighed, part of him wanting to ignore it. He didn’t want company tonight, didn’t deserve it.

Another knock, a little louder this time. Persistent. “Logan?" A familiar voice called softly from the other side. Your voice. His chest tightened. You were the only person in his life now who didn’t seem to fear him. The only person who could look past the claws, the rage, the blood. Why? He could never figure it out. He didn’t deserve you. Heaving himself up, Logan tossed the whiskey bottle aside and trudged to the door. He didn’t bother with a shirt, his muscles tense beneath the scars that marked his body, a roadmap of violence. Opening the door, he looked down at you. You stood there, bundled in a jacket, worry etched on your face. “Hey” you said gently, eyes scanning his face like you could read everything going on inside. “Shouldn’t be here” Logan growled, his voice rough, hoarse. “Ain’t a good time”. You didn’t move. Instead, you tilted your head, eyes soft but unwavering. “When is a good time with you, Logan?”. That made him pause, and for a moment, he almost smirked. Almost. But he was too tired for that tonight. Instead, he stepped back, silently allowing you in.

You didn’t hesitate, walking past him and into the small apartment, your eyes trailing over the chaos. Half-eaten meals, broken furniture, and the unmistakable stench of whiskey lingering in the air. You turned to face him, crossing your arms. “You’ve been drinking”. Logan let out a low grunt, leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his broad chest. “What else is new?”. “You know, you don’t have to push me away every time things get bad” you said, your voice soft but firm. “You’re not alone, Logan”. A sharp laugh escaped him. “Ain’t that simple. People around me... they don’t stay for long. They get hurt. Or worse”.

You took a step closer, closing the space between you. “I’m not them. I’m not going anywhere”. Logan’s jaw tightened, the weight of your words pressing on him. He wanted to believe you, but he knew better. He’d seen it too many times, the look in people’s eyes when they realized just how dangerous he was. How broken. “You don’t know what you’re talking about” he said, the edge in his voice returning. “I’ve done things... terrible things. You don’t wanna see me at my worst”. But you didn’t flinch. You never did. Reaching out, you touched his arm, and for a second, Logan almost pulled away, afraid of your kindness, of the warmth in your touch. But he didn’t. “I’ve seen enough, Logan. I’ve seen you fight, seen the pain you carry. And guess what? I’m still here” you said, your voice unwavering. “Because I care. Because I know that, no matter how much you try to push people away, you deserve to be loved. You deserve to be understood”.

He shook his head, fists clenching at his sides. “I ain’t someone you can fix. I’m not someone who’s ever gonna be... whole”. You stepped even closer, eyes locking with his. “I’m not trying to fix you. I’m here to stay. I’ll take the good, the bad, and everything in between. Even when you’re at your worst”. Logan’s throat tightened, emotions bubbling up that he hadn’t let surface in years. He hated how vulnerable he felt right now, how exposed. But at the same time, there was a small part of him that wanted to believe you. That wanted to trust that you wouldn’t leave like the others.

“Why?” The word slipped out, raw and filled with the pain he had been holding back for so long. “Why would you stay?”. You smiled softly, your hand sliding down to take his, your fingers warm against his cold skin. “Because I see you, Logan. The real you. Not the weapon. Not the Wolverine. Just... you”. For the first time in what felt like forever, Logan didn’t know what to say, he had no comeback. His heart pounded in his chest, his walls crumbling down around him as he looked into your eyes, seeing nothing but honesty. No fear. No judgment. Just... acceptance. A shaky breath escaped him, and before he could stop himself, he pulled you into his arms, holding you close. You didn’t resist, wrapping your arms around him, your head resting against his chest as you stood there in the middle of the mess, in the middle of his chaos.

For the first time in a long time, Logan felt something other than anger, other than pain. It was small, fragile even, but it was there. A flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to be alone. Maybe, with you by his side, he didn’t have to be afraid of his worst anymore. And for the first time in a long time, Logan allowed himself to believe that.

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Expect some descendant fics over the next few days I have a few written!

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I shouldn’t be allowed adult money when I have a hyperfixation. I just bought the descendants vinyl 😭

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Deadpools guide to keeping you alive

Summary: You have a habit of reminding everyone to take care of themselves, even though you often forget to do it for yourself. Wade, being Wade, notices, and in his own ridiculous yet sweet way, steps in to help you remember the little things.

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You sat on the couch, curled up with your phone, scrolling aimlessly through social media while Wade, in full Deadpool attire, was standing on the coffee table, striking ridiculous superhero poses for no apparent reason. He’d started doing it about ten minutes ago, just because he could. One hand on his hip, the other flexed, he looked like a cross between a professional wrestler and an action figure from the 90s. "Looking good, Wade” you said absently, not even glancing up from your screen. "Have you had any water today?". “Hydration is for the weak!" he declared, though he immediately reached for the water bottle you’d left on the coffee table and took a big gulp, mask and all. You weren’t entirely sure how it worked, but you’d stopped asking those kinds of questions a long time ago. You smiled at his antics and shifted, feeling a little light-headed, but brushed it off. It happened sometimes. Not a big deal. Wade, however, noticed the slight wobble in your movement. He paused mid-pose, tilting his head toward you. "Hey, babe, you okay? You look like you’re about to pass out faster than I can regenerate a new spleen”.

You waved him off, though your stomach growled quietly. "Yeah, I’m fine. Just haven’t eaten yet, I guess. No big deal”. Wade’s eyes widened beneath his mask, and he jumped off the coffee table with a surprisingly graceful landing. "Uh, what? You guess? You haven’t eaten yet?" He checked the clock on the wall. "It’s 4 PM. That's not 'yet,' that’s 'barely survived on air alone!”. You frowned, genuinely surprised by the time. You’d gotten up early that morning, thrown yourself into work, and totally lost track of everything else. Again. “Oh…” You blinked. “Right. Oops?”.

Wade crossed his arms and gave you a look you knew well, the ‘I’m about to be ridiculous but also right’ look. “Let me get this straight: you’ve reminded me, multiple times, to drink water today-thank you for that, by the way-but you forgot to eat?” You shrugged, trying to play it off, though the light-headedness was starting to catch up to you. “I get distracted, okay? I’ve got a lot going on in my head sometimes”. Wade didn’t argue with that. Instead, he sighed and sat down next to you, pulling you into his side. “Alright, here's the deal. You’re gonna sit right here, not move a muscle- except to blink, breathe, and keep that heart pumping I guess, and I’m gonna make you some food”.

You started to protest. “Wade, you don’t have to-“ But he was already up, bounding toward the kitchen with surprising energy for a guy who’d been play posing on a coffee table moments before. “I do have to! Because apparently, you’d forget your head if it wasn’t attached, and I can’t have that, babe. You’d look weird without it”. You chuckled as you watched him dig through the fridge, though there was a part of you that felt a little guilty. This wasn’t the first time you’d forgotten something important. Wade had found you passed out on the couch before because you’d stayed up working for nearly two days straight. And then there was the time you forgot to drink for an entire day while binge watching a new show. Wade had quickly gotten you a glass of whatever was closest whilst gently scolding you.

Still, despite your forgetfulness, you always made sure to look out for your friends. You’d tell Wade, and anyone else, to “drink more water!” or “take breaks!” but when it came to yourself, you… just forgot. It wasn’t on purpose. It was like your brain got too full, and the little things just slipped through the cracks. You were pulled out of your thoughts by the clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen. Wade was muttering to himself, something about "smoking chimichangas" and “how do normal people make sandwiches without a sword?” But a few minutes later, he returned with a plate in hand, two sandwiches that looked like they’d survived a battle, but were clearly made with love. “Behold!” Wade declared, placing the plate on your lap with a flourish. “A culinary masterpiece. You won’t find this in any Michelin-star restaurant, because they can’t handle the truth”.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks, Wade. You didn’t have to, really”. “Of course I did” he said, sitting back down beside you, much more gently this time. “Somebody’s gotta make sure you remember to do basic human things, like eating and sleeping and not turning into a raisin from dehydration”. You took a bite of the sandwich, feeling instantly better. “It’s good” you said through a mouthful of food. “Of course it is. I’m Deadpool. I don’t make bad sandwiches” he replied, leaning in to nudge you with his elbow. “But seriously, you gotta start taking care of yourself. I mean, I can regenerate my liver if it gives out, but you? You get one shot at this whole ‘being alive’ thing”.

You swallowed and nodded, feeling a little sheepish. “I know, I just… I get so caught up in things, I forget”. Wade looked at you, and even through the mask, you could feel the softness in his gaze. He reached over, pulling you into a side hug. “You know what, babe? That’s what I’m here for. To remind you to do all that boring, vital stuff. You remind me to drink water, I remind you to, you know, live. We balance each other out”.

You rested your head on his shoulder, sandwich still in hand. “Yeah, I guess we do”. “And from now on” Wade said, his voice full of determination, “I’m going to make sure you never forget again. I’ll be your personal reminder system. Forget to eat? I’ll hand-feed you if I have to. Forget to sleep? I’ll tuck you in with my very own beddy-bye song. And forget to shower? Well, I’ll.. okay, I’ll just throw you in the shower with a loofah grenade”.

You laughed, the sound muffled by another bite of your sandwich. “I don’t know if I should be scared or touched by that”. “Touched” Wade said, pulling you closer. “Definitely touched. In the heart, not the weird way. Unless you want it to be the weird way. I’m flexible”. You smiled, warmth filling your chest. “Thanks, Wade”. “Don’t mention it, babe” he said softly. Then he looked down at you, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “Now, finish that sandwich and then we’re going to bed. Not for the fun stuff, mind you, unless you’re into that, but because you need to sleep. Doctor Deadpool’s orders”. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny the yawn that followed. “Fine, but only because Doctor Deadpool said so”. “That’s the spirit!” Wade cheered, and with a surprisingly gentle tug, he pulled you up off the couch and toward the bedroom, all while mumbling something about setting hydration alarms and taping snack bars to the walls as reminders.

And as you curled up in bed that night, Wade snuggled up next to you, you couldn’t help but feel grateful. Because even when you forgot to take care of yourself, Wade was always there to remind you, whether it was about drinking water, getting enough sleep, or just eating a simple sandwich.

And really, that was all you needed.

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I want to write something inspired by dinner in America or the song from it (watermelon) but I can’t think of a storyline! Anyone got any ideas they would like to see?!

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I’ve just watched Deadpool and wolverine (finally) and I have an urge to write for them but idk if I can characterise them 😔 I’ve always wanted to write for Deadpool but he’s just too funny for my writing (I suck at dialogue). I’m deep into hyperfixation rn HELP!!

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Hi ! For the Cassandra Nova requests, could you do something soft in which y/n is a friend of Cassandra's Charles and will let her look into their memories, but with the condition she has to behave.

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Shadows of the night

Summary: you wake up from a nightmare to discover Loki gone. Panicked, you go searching for him seeking comfort.

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You jolted awake, gasping for breath as the remnants of the nightmare clung to your mind like thick, suffocating smoke. Your heart pounded wildly in your chest, and a cold sweat coated your skin. Frantic, you reached out to the opposite side of the bed, searching for the comforting presence of Loki. But the space beside you was cold and empty. The panic that had gripped you in your dream flared anew, your pulse quickening as your hand slid over the sheets, finding nothing but absence. Blinking in the dark, you sat up, the shadows of your nightmare still lurking in the corners of your vision. A tight knot formed in your throat. Where was he?Swallowing hard, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and stood up, your feet barely making a sound against the floor as you padded out of the bedroom. The halls of the tower were eerily silent at this late hour, the only noise your own shaky breathing as you searched for Loki. It was unlike him to be away from your side, especially in the dead of night.

As you moved further into the tower, the faintest light flickered beneath the door to his study. Relief washed over you, your legs weak as you hurried toward the door and quietly pushed it open. There he was, Loki, sitting at his desk, his raven hair falling in waves around his face as he focused intently on some parchment laid out before him. The soft glow of candlelight cast shadows across his sharp features, giving him a regal, almost ethereal look, like something out of a dream. Or, more accurately, a nightmare you were desperate to wake from. “Loki…” you breathed, your voice fragile, trembling with the fear you hadn’t yet shaken off.

He immediately looked up, his sharp green eyes narrowing in concern as he took in your disheveled appearance. “Darling, whats wrong?” His voice was gentle, soothing, as he stood and closed the distance between you in seconds. His hands were on your arms, cool and steady, grounding you in the present. “Are you okay?”. You blinked up at him, struggling to find the words as the weight of your fear began to unravel in the safety of his presence. “I had a nightmare” you whispered, your voice thick with lingering panic. “And when I woke up.. you weren’t there”. His expression softened instantly, a tender sort of guilt crossing his features as he pulled you into his arms without hesitation. “Shh” he murmured, his voice like velvet as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to leave you. I thought I’d be back before you woke”.

You buried your face in his chest, your breath still shaky as his scent and warmth surrounded you, calming the frantic beat of your heart. “I…I thought something happened” you admitted, your words muffled against the fabric of his shirt. “I know it sounds silly, but..” “It’s not silly” Loki interrupted softly, his arms tightening around you. He gently stroked your hair, his fingers weaving through the strands in a familiar, comforting rhythm. “You’re safe, and I’m here now”.

You nodded against him, letting his cool touch and steady presence soothe the last of your panic. His fingers trailed down to your back, drawing light circles that eased the tension in your muscles. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. It was just the sound of your breathing, gradually slowing to match his. When you finally pulled back enough to look up at him, Loki gazed down at you with those piercing green eyes, filled not with mischief or arrogance, but with something deeper, something vulnerable and reassuring. He gently cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks. “You’re trembling” he observed, his voice low, a touch of worry lacing his words. “I…I still feel it” you admitted quietly. “The fear. It won’t go away”. Loki’s gaze softened even more as he pressed his forehead to yours, his cool breath mingling with your own. “Then let me take it from you” he whispered. “You’ve carried it long enough”.

His magic flared gently in the air between you, subtle and comforting. You felt it wash over you like a cool breeze, easing the tightness in your chest, calming the storm of emotions swirling inside you. It was as if Loki could draw the fear from your very soul, replacing it with a sense of peace only he could give. Slowly, the nightmare’s grip on your mind began to fade, like fog lifting from the shore. You exhaled a long, shaky breath, finally feeling the fear unravel completely. “Thank you” you whispered, your voice small but filled with relief. Loki pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before he pulled back, his hands still cradling your face. “You never need to thank me” he murmured. “I’ll always be here when you need me”.

For a moment, you just stood there, wrapped in the quiet safety of his presence, the darkness of the nightmare a distant memory now. Loki’s hands never left you, grounding you in the present, anchoring you to him. “Come” he said softly after a while, brushing a stray tear from your cheek. “Let’s go back to bed. You need rest”. You nodded, your body still weak from the emotional toll of the night. But as Loki led you back to your shared bedroom, his hand firmly holding yours, you felt lighter, safer, knowing he was beside you. Once you were both back in bed, Loki pulled you close, wrapping his arm around your waist and letting you rest your head on his chest. His steady heartbeat was a soothing lullaby, his cool skin a comfort against the lingering warmth of anxiety.

“Sleep, my love” he whispered into your hair. “I’ll keep the nightmares at bay”. And for the first time that night, you truly relaxed. As you drifted back into sleep, Loki’s presence wrapped around you like a shield, guarding you from the darkness. With him beside you, you knew no dream, no matter how terrifying, could ever reach you again.

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hi hope ur doing well :) could u write something about reader feeling kinda down and barty notices and comforts reader? <3

I absolutely loved this request!! I hope I got his character right it’s my first time writing for him! I also hope you don’t mind that it has romance in it if you want one without I’ll happily do that for you <3 thank you for requesting for my current obsession!

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could you possibly write something for Chase Davenport? I’m not a good at suggestions but here’s a few 😭

Chase with an absolute divaa, shopping loving, fashion loving girl, but she’s nice! and she loves the Davenports!

another one is Kranes daughter, she’s not used to the feeling of love obviously bc of her father, the Davenports are weary about her so they’re a little rude but after a while they start to see the real her

Thank you so much for requesting for chase I love him!! I will write both requests eventually so I have saved the one I haven’t written in my notes <3

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hi ! can you do rodrick heffley with a gn reader thats similar to him ? dresses like him , same music taste etc . maybe they play in his band idk

I love love love that I finally got a request for Rodrick!!! THANK YOU! 😘 I only suggested at romance at the end so if you would like me to show their relationship in the future your welcome to ask!! And thank you again for the request <3

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