#this was supposed to be a short oneshot fml

[softcrow]

finding a family masterlist

ghost isn't unfamiliar with regression, he's seen both johnny and gaz regress but that can't be him. they're so happy and good and he's just... broken. no matter how much he craves the cuddling and hugs and care he sees the others get, he isn't good enough for that and he doesn't deserve attention especially when it would take away from them.

after a difficult mission ghost is alone and struggling in ways he doesn't understand. thankfully price is observant enough to see that something is wrong and he and the rest of the 141 work together to show ghost that he has a family who cares for him no matter what

call of duty. found family. hurt/comfort

regressor!ghost (0-3), regressor!gaz (5-10) regressor!soap (4-12), caregiver!price, caregiver!laswell

cw: vague allusions to past abuse, ghost regresses without knowing what is happening

main fic

part 1/?

drabbles

initial 'simon unknowingly regresses' idea

gaz and soap regressing

gaz and soap as ghost's older brothers

[sadlonelybagel]

SCREWS LOOSE

Albedo X Reader

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This idea has been festering in my mind for a long ass time, I even considered making an OC surrounding it. But we all know I wouldn't commit to that.

And I won't be giving physical descriptions, gender, or sex at all during the fic's duration, as I also hate it when a Y/n is just an OC with no inclusion to readers who don't look like that OC.

This isn’t a fully rendered fic as I have no experience in writing fanfiction because I’m scared of people judging me.

Hope you enjoy! Or don't! I don't care either way. Not like I can tell through the screen anyway.

First time ever posting a fic/prompt/oneshot/idea idk what to call this fml.

I just needed to get this written down somewhere before i vomited lmao.

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As an inventor, Y/n has always been compared to geniuses before them. At first, it was inspiring! They took the opportunity to learn more about history's greatest minds and how they got to be history's greatest minds. Luckily, the library in the Knights of Favonius Headquarters was plentiful in knowledge to quench their thirst for it.

However, that all changed the moment they got their Geo Vision.

Funny right? When you get your Vision, it's supposed to be this great moment of proof to your achievements are power. But it can't seem that way when the entirety of Mondstadt only sees you as a dumber and younger Albedo. Call Y/n petty all you want, but they've grown tired of the comparisons to someone who shares nothing more than a Vision element and a larger than average brain.

A feeling of resentment quickly took root in their heart, with roots thicker than the one's that wove through the base of Windrise.

What made it worse, was that Y/n hadn't even met Albedo before! Maybe it was for the best, Y/n couldn't guarantee that they wouldn't immediately knock him straight into the sun.

Let's hope Albedo knows how to use his Vision for defense, because Y/n is already charging up her Elemental Burst.

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Very short, I know, but you feel inspired at all, don’t be afraid of using any part of it! But if the bones of the idea is there, please credit me. And if you have any questions please dm me so I can clear stuff up with you.

I may be a bitch but I’m not heartless.

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Reblogging this will cause me to give you a gentle pat on your head like a happy little bagel ghost.

Special thanks to @genshinluvr who inspired me to actually do something with my ideas. Loving quack🦆

[godknowsqueen]

sick confessions ; ben hardy x reader

Summary: You and Ben have been dating for a few months now, and one night, you get really sick. That same night, an interesting confession accidentally comes out of your lips as Ben spends the night taking care of you.

Warnings: flufffffffff.

A/N: hope you guys like this one! i feel like i can’t stop right ben x reader oneshots, that man is too precious fml. do let me know what you think, your feedback is super important! :’) 

Ben rushed through the door of your apartment like a mad man.

“(Y/N)! Where are you?” He found your phone, which he had been calling for the past hour, on the coffee table. Your phone was always with you, so the fact that you haven’t been answering his calls made him worry so much that he had to leave the press conference early to check up on you.

“Here,” your weak voice came from the bedroom, followed by a few coughs. 

Ben ran into the room to find you sitting in bed with your office clothes still on. Your face looked abnormally exhausted, redness covering your cheeks. The bed was infested with tissues and an empty tissue box. 

“I almost had a heart attack, you got me so worried when you weren’t answering your phone, love,” he rushed to your side, quickly putting his hand on your forehead. 

“I’m so sorry, Benny. I didn’t even realize I left my phone outside,” you coughed a little more, “aren’t you supposed to be at the press conference?”

“My god, you’re burning up, (Y/N). And yeah, I left to check up on you, it’s good that I came here,” he softly ran his hand through your hair.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, dear,” you pinched the bridge of your nose, partly disappointed in yourself and partly to elevate some of the pain you felt in your nose. 

He shushed you, already starting to remove your clothes. “You should’ve called me, I should’ve been here earlier to take care of you,” Ben was getting you into a new pajama, and making sure you’re as comfortable as possible. 

“You’re so cute, Benny. Just don’t be so close to me, I don’t want you to get sick,” he shushed you again, finishing up dressing you, and removing the used tissues from the bed.

“Anything for you, love,” he placed a quick kiss on your forehead, “please stay here, I’ll be back in 10.” You nodded as you watched him take a fluffy blanket out of the closet and place it in the dryer. A while later you heard the apartment’s door close, and you wondered where Ben went. 

After a short amount of time, Ben was back carrying several plastic bags.

“I bought some reinforcements,” he took out a couple of medicine tablets and handed you a warm bottle of water. He helped you sit up a little bit, his hand supporting your back. 

“Thank you so much, Benny,” your coarse voice spoke out after taking in the tablets. He then took out a new tissue box, placing it on your nightstand. 

“What are you feeling right now, (Y/N)?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.

“My nose is completely blocked, my throat feels like I drank some liquid iron, and there is a sharp pain in my head making me feel super dizzy,” you pushed some of the blankets on the bed over you, trying to warm yourself up.

“Ah, I remembered,” Ben left the room for a few seconds, and came back carrying the fluffy blanket he put in the dryer earlier. He carefully wrapped it around you, rubbing your arms a few times. 

“This feels too good,” you shuddered at the blissful warmth the blanket was providing you, loving the feeling of Ben’s hands rubbing against your arms.

“You know what will feel better? Food,” he gave you a little, reassuring smile, “I’ll be right back.”

You watched the blond man leave the room, and you felt yourself falling in love with how loving and sweet he was being. You hated that you distracted him from his press conference, but you were extremely thankful for having him with you right now.

After a few minutes, the fragrant smell of soup filled the room. Ben walked into the room carrying a tray. As he set the tray on the nightstand next to you, you noticed that it wasn’t just a bowl of soup on the tray, but also a bowl full of icy water with a small towel in it. 

“Here,” he softly spoke, squeezing the cold towel and placing it gently on your forehead. 

“If I was a cartoon character, the towel would probably start sizzling now,” you lazily muttered, the dizziness getting stronger.

Ben chuckled a little, putting his hand on your cheek and gently rubbing it, “You’re even funnier when you’re hallucinating, love.”

“I’m a woman of many talents,” you managed to smile a little, your vision blurring a little and feeling like you want to sleep.

“Well, the woman of many talents needs to not fall asleep before eating her soup,” Ben dictated, holding the bowl and filling the spoon with soup. 

“I’m so sleepy, though,” you groaned, sinking into your blankets.

“I know, love, but you need to eat. Now come on, open up,” you managed to sit up a little, and you opened your mouth as Ben started feeding you the soup he made you.

“This tastes like heaven,” you muttered, the hot soup bringing your body a little bit back to life.

“Told you,” he smiled, seeing your expressions relax and admiring the intimate moment you were both sharing. You felt your heart warm up at how soft Ben was being as he carefully fed you the soup he made you himself.

“I’m getting full,” you indicated after several spoonfuls of soup, feeling your eyelids getting heavy with dizziness and sleep again. 

“This is the last bit,” he fed you one last time, set the bowl and spoon on the tray, and started patting another cold towel on your forehead and cheeks.

You made a sizzling sound, causing him to laugh as he tickled your sides a little. You couldn’t help but giggle at his tender tickles, “Benjamin Jones Hardy, did they never tell you that you shouldn’t tickle a sick person?”

“Oh, I was supposed to be taught that?” he teased, sticking his tongue out at you.

“Of course, because that way the sick person being tickled doesn’t have the energy to punch you for tickling them,” your words were faded, but he could understand what you were saying.

“Well, the sick person being tickled should get some sleep and stop talking nonsense,” Ben teased you again, tucking you in the blankets as you made yourself comfortable in bed.

Your eyes were lingering on him for a while, and you spoke, “You really do look like Roger Taylor, fuck.”

Ben burst out in laughter, not expecting you to say that at this particular moment, “I appreciate that, thank you, love,” he managed to stop laughing, shaking his head at the things you said.

“Goodnight, love. I’ll sleep by you in case you needed anything in the middle of the night,” Ben dictated, taking his place next to you on the bed. He secured you between his arms as you automatically laid your head on his chest, already half asleep.

“I love you, Ben,” you whispered before you fell into a deep sleep, not even waiting for his response. 

Ben’s eyes widened at your sudden confession, feeling his own heartbeat quicken. This was the first time you ever say that you loved him. This was generally the first time ever between the two of you where “I love you” was spoken. He knew that you loved him. Hell, he knew he loved you so much. And in that moment he wondered why you both haven’t made that confession until now.

He saw that you had already fallen asleep, but he felt like it seriously had to come out of his lips because that is what he is truly feeling:

“I love you, too, (Y/N). I think I’ll be loving you for a very, very long time, beautiful,” he smiled to himself as he admired your sleeping face, and he pressed a careful kiss on your cheek before he fell asleep, too. 

I’ll probably get sick, too, but it was definitely worth it.