you asked for fic requests do those go here?
anyway, can i request campbell bain x g/n or male reader where reader has a panic attack and campbell helps.
OR one where reader is just sitting around while campbell does a show. chill stuff y’know
those might be awful ideas feel free to ignore this if you want
sorry i’ve never done this before hope these are ok requests
HI THIS IS PERFECT!!
I WROTE THIS FIC TODAY WHILE I WAS IN THE CAR/AT AN AMUSEMENT PARK SO IM SORRY IF IT SUCKS
CAMPBELL BAIN X MALE READER (PANIC ATTACK COMFORT)
cw: panic attacks (obvi)
reader gender: male (he/him)
Room 306 in St. Jude’s mental hospital was assigned to two boys, you, and your boyfriend. He was bipolar while you had generalized anxiety disorder. This led to regular panic attacks when unmedicated
Aforementioned boyfriend, Campbell Bain sat next to you, his arm wrapped loosely around your shoulders.
He was chatting away, some story about Eddie that you couldn’t hear through the pure adrenaline coursing through your body.
Every breath seemed to come and leave without making it any easier to focus. You’d had a rough day, too many loud sounds and people. They’d lowered your meds recently, which meant it took less to make you anxious.
This was definitely a panic attack.
Campbell’s voice faded out, without you noticing, and his hand transitioned from just holding you to rubbing your back.
“Hey,” His voice was gentle, and you turned from staring dead ahead to do your best to focus on him, “you ok? You’re shaking..”
You swallowed thickly, breathing starting to pick up in pace. It felt like someone was choking you. A few tears rolled down your cheeks, and Campbell immediately moved to wipe them away.
He had this soft look of concern written across his face.
“Woah, you’re ok,” He pulled you close, and even in your nonverbal state you managed to pull together enough sense to bury your head in Campbells chest, “You’re safe. I’m right here.”
He moved you to sit on his lap, leaning up against the headboard of the bed you were sitting on. Campbell slowed his breathing, hoping that you’d follow his example.
You drew in gasps of air, trying desperately not to suffocate. Everything was too much. The lights of the hospital felt blinding, and all the overlapping sounds of talking and air conditioning hums and nurses and music and-
Campbells palms came to rest over your ears, and you reached up your own trembling hands to cover his.
In all honesty he was scared they’d sedate you. He hadn’t seen you have a panic attack this bad in a long time. You shook in his arms, letting out a choked cry as you finally managed to pull in a full breath.
“There we go, that’s my boy,” Campbell brushed his fingers through your hair, mumbling soft words of praise to help you calm down, “You’re safe, i’m right here with you.”
You let out a pathetic whine in response, signaling to Campbell that you were conscious enough to hear him. You felt less like you were being choked now, and it was easier to breathe.
“good boy,” You could feel his heartbeat through his tear stained t-shirt, and you weren’t sure how long it had been since this started but you were glad he stayed, “just keep breathing. Nice deep breaths.”
It took a few more agonizing minutes for you to finally come back all the way, and while you were still a bit shaky, it wasn’t as bad as before.
Campbell watched from your shared bed as you pulled away and stood up, pacing with a hand pressed to your chest to try and calm down fully.
It felt too cramped in his arms. You stumbled every other step, but it was nice to keep moving.
after a minute or two you came back to bed, face red and blotchy but no longer crying.
“You feeling better?” He asked as you sat back down, smiling when he was met with a nod in response.
“Mostly.” You never felt too inclined to speak after panic attacks. It all just felt like too much.
“Good,” Campbell reached out for your hand, squeezing it three times before kissing your forehead, “Can’t have my boy out of commission, we still got a show to do.”
You laughed quietly, more a breath out than an actual sound. The positivity in Campbells voice was infectious.
You curled up in Campbells lap, head laying on his thigh while he stroked your hair.
He didn’t mind staying there while you slept. He’d wake you up when it was time, for now he’d let you rest.
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finnick odair hcs for reader who loves animals?
finnick odair x reader who loves animals
the first thing to know about finnick is that he never had a pet in his life, not even a puppy when he was a little boy or a fish (since he spent most of his time fishing, he wouldn't have felt comfortable pulling some out of the water while taking care of one at home). finnick never disliked animals, he just wasn't familiar with them.
so, when you came into his life, you turned it upside down. with a house full of loving animals and a mind filled with animal fun facts, you made your way into his sensitive heart and his previously lonely home.
he loves when you tell him everything you know about sea animals. he discovered that turtles are his favorite; so at night, when both of you can't sleep and are just holding each other, staring lovingly and talking nonstop about nothing and everything, you tell him how sea turtles have outlived dinosaurs, how female turtles never forget their home beach, and how they are immune to the sting of most jellyfish.
finnick never knew that cats could be such little devils. he really struggled at first because your mischievous orange cat loved knocking stuff off the table, welcomed him home with scratches, and ran around the house every night until exhaustion got to him, driving a restless finnick nearly to madness. despite their bickering, you know they love each other unconditionally. every time you return from the market, you find them snuggling and napping together; finnick snoring softly while lying down on the couch on his back, and your little guy comfortably situated on finnick's chest, purring his heart out.
when you adopted a guinea pig, finnick insisted on being the one who named him. many names were vetoed, from mags II to robert. “finn, it sounds like he is a working man with a briefcase,” you told him, laughing at his idea. “his close friends could call him bob!!,” he insisted, invested in the idea. in the end, you agreed on naming him triton. “a big name for a big man,” finn said dramatically as he held the little animal in his big hand
bathing your dog was a chaotic experience. persuading your pet wasn't easy, as she knew what treats-leading-to-the-bathroom meant. many attempts later, you resigned and finnick had to carry her into the tub. finnick was assigned the important duty of holding her while you gently wet her with a bucket and applied the shampoo, getting as wet and soapy as your pet. then, without any warning, she started shaking off, splashing water and soap all over you and the bathroom. all soaked and laughing your asses off, your puppy took the opportunity to escape while you were distracted. now, you have soaking clothes, a messy bathroom, and a soapy dog hiding in the kitchen corner.
now a proclaimed animal lover, finnick loves wearing his starfish shirt, owns several colorful crocodile slippers, goes outside with the sole intention of observing the animals passing by, insists on celebrating every one of your pet’s birthdays, and every now and then surprises you with an animal fact you’ve never heard before.
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🚢 llyod !
do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon
would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no
type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | basically married | 3000 year long-term situationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits | you're the only one who knows me, who's seen me at my highest high, and my lowest low.
tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love ( gasp ) | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship | strange love with an abhorrent entity who's face always changes, whos true form is incomprehensible. and yet you chose to love them anyway. what is wrong with you???
would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )
what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter
anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: i am so ... idk if i've been obvious enough *twirls my hair* i am a very big fan of horror. and dynamics between seemingly normal people ( kuro is such a freak u - u ), and terrifying entities that could ruin their lives. i mean,, lloyd arguably doesnt make kuro's life any better, but! also doesn't really make his life any worse. and kuro's a fan, he likes. . .. hanging out. likes having someone who's a constant in his terribly, terribly long life. and if lloyd climbs inside him sometimes, then it's a small price to pay for guaranteed company for decades to come.
send me a lil boat and ill talk about a ship with our muses
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There's another old What If joke where Black Bolt eats pineapple pizza before bed and has a weird dream, which causes him to call out to Maximus and accidentally razes Attilan. Then all the other Inhumans get annoyed with him and Medusa criticizes his food choices. So going off the idea that once Black Bolt discovers pizza and likes it with pineapples, where do the rest of the Inhuman Royals stand on the subject of "Hawaiian" pizza? Which of them like it, are okay with it, or absolutely hate it?
!! maaan it sounds like the old what ifs are the slice-of-life inhumans stories i need!!! is it morbid to say i find the premise kind of adorable?
but hmm… i don’t know!! i admittedly very rarely think of things like favorite foods or clothing styles, even for my own ocs (my poor underdeveloped children), so this is a complicated question for me. i imagine crystal and triton would be more open to it, as i can see them wanting to delve more into human culture than some of the others. i think triton is polite enough that even if he didn’t like a type of food, he’d still eat it without complaints! i can definitely see him and crystal trying lots of different foods, though.
i think maximus would act like he hates it just to try to rile up bb, and also act like he loves it to try to rile up medusa, and meanwhile he’s completely neutral in reality.
i don’t have any particular idea for karnak, luna, or ahura… i don’t think gorgon would like hawaiian pizza. i think gorgon is the pickiest eater out of them all!
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hey im sorry for sending a request i didn't know u stopped taking them 😭
btw LOOK AT HIM hes so cute
i dont think you ever sent a request ? + i think ppl get confused between the difference of a thirst and a request because i answer so many asks someone would probably consider to be a request so ill just explain it rq before i forget
requests are like asking for something. “can you write smut for jeff ? with the kinks, knifeplay, choking and marking??” that is a request. however thirsts are different
thirsts are you basically sharing an idea with me. whether its sfw or nsfw doesnt matter but you aren’t asking me to create something. you’re sharing your own ideas with me. “imagine metalhead jeff with a reader that’s also a metalhead. both playing heavy metal so loud you cant hear the moans and screams as jeff fucks them roughly.” is a thirst. you’re sharing your idea with me and typically, i eventually respond and add onto it. there’s difference between requests and thirsts and thirsts dont even have to be that long. it could simply be “OMGGG imagine toby with an inexperienced reader 🤭🤭” and i still count that as a thirst because it’s vague enough for me to add onto with my own thoughts.
with that out of the way OH MY LANTA THE CAT IS SO CUTE LOOK AT THOSE BIG OL’ EYESSSS I LOVE CATSS <3 🫶🫶🫶
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