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OH! Hello and Welcome to the Pressure 🤗

Idk if you accepting angst...but-

Can you do hanahaki disease? Like.... the reader couldn't confess to Sebastian because shes scared that Sebastian reject her so she just keep it hidden untill she slowly having those signs and then Sebastian find about it but it's too late the flowers already consumes her...

AAAAACK- I'm excited for you first fic of Pressure and have a Lovely day/night🩵🩵

Wilted

Pairing: Sebastian Solace x F!Reader

Word Count: 708

Synopsis: Unrequited feelings turn deadly!

A/N: STILL NERVOUS LOL!!! I feel like I’m rusty 😭😂 But I’ll hopefully get better as I go. It’s been a loooong while since I’ve done anything related to the Hanahaki disease au, so hopefully I do it at least a little bit of justice 🥲. Reader is female because of the pronouns given in the ask! Again, if anyone has any positive constructive criticism, please share! I’d like to improve!

A/N (7/26/25): Hellooo! I'm sorry it's been so long and that this fic is so short 😭 It's been a while since I've written anything and I'm hoping to get back into the groove of things! To add: The part with Sebastian removing the expendable's helmet was written when I first started playing it and hadn't realized that for the water scenes, the helmet was a mask instead. I'm deciding to keep it for now, since I think it suits the angst- but I shall remember the mask for future writing..

TW: Angst!!! Reader death, it’s most likely going to be sad 😔 Hanahaki disease!

Why isn’t she moving?

The panic rose from the depths of his stomach and up to the back of his throat, unable to swallow it down as his large form hovers over the unconscious- she has to be unconscious- expendable beneath him.

The only thing he can see through the thick glass of the helmet she wore was flowers. Bloodied flowers. The deep crimson taints the beautiful fuchsia color of the sea thrifts within. There are so many that they press against the glass, causing the plants to smush together and the blood to smear on its shiny surface. He can’t even see her face.

Sebastian grabbed hold of the metal rim of her suit in one hand and the edge of the helmet with the other before beginning to pull them apart. For a strong creature like him, it proved to be quite easy. The sounds of metal breaking with a loud pop filled the deafening silence as the clamps broke apart from the force. A hiss of air followed soon after as the helmet was tossed across the room without much care.

The helmet bounced with hollow thuds, spilling the blood covered flowers that were still within until it rolled to a stop in the corner.

Her eyes held a blank stare. Blood covered parts of her face, neck, and hair. Lines of blood dribble down the side of her cheeks. Sea thrifts have filled her mouth enough to cause her cheeks to puff out and the petals to poke out the seams of her lips. The sight made Sebastian’s heart sink. His expression moves from panic to devastation.

Sebastian holds up the limp body of the expendable upright and out of the small pile of flowers that had spilled out of the helmet when he had first ripped it off that now laid around her head.

She’s not dead. Just.. having trouble breathing. Right?

A free hand pries open her mouth with ease, pulling out the sea thrifts inside. He is careful and a tad bit hesitant. The last thing he wants to do is cause more damage.

“Come on..! You’re not supposed to die on me now!” He growls desperately.

Each flower he tugged out from her lips is dropped onto the ground with the rest. They land with a quiet, wet plop, the blood weighing down the petals. He holds his breath for what feels like hours, though is only mere seconds, as the last flower falls to the floor, his eyes never leaving her face. They scan each little detail of her face frantically in search for the tiniest sign of life. He pleads for something, anything.

The dead stare only continues and he moves his hand to her throat. The blood staining his own fingers smear against her skin as they’re pushed inwards. It was a last ditch effort to find a pulse. The lack of such made him feel sick to his stomach. 

She was gone. Someone he didn’t realize he held so close to him until they were already lost, stripped from his grasp.

It’s hard to tear his gaze away, but he does. Instead, he looks at the pile of flowers and blood on the ground. He almost admires their beauty, but at the same time, they brought a wave of sadness over him now. Why did this happen? Why did those flowers cause her to die? What did those flowers mean..? 

“Welcome, welcome! See anything you like?” His voice sang in its usual smug tone, holding two of his three hands together as he watched the new batch of expendables crawl from the vent leading into his room. Some were new, some were regulars. Both were privy to a new addition to the shop. It wasn’t anything for sale, but something just for display.

Beside the file on the desk beside him, was a small pile of flowers. They laid withered and dry as time took its toll on the Sea Thrifts. Their beautiful fuchsia color was now grey and faded and there were darker spots on them, although age had made them barely noticeable.

They were ignored, of course, by the expendables. But no one could deny the longing gaze in their direction by the Saboteur.

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Anyone else’s drafts being weird?? I can’t edit the answer to it to post a requested oneshot 🤔 I keep getting the error “Something went wrong with your answer” before it reverts back to what the draft was when I saved it. This only seems to happen on mobile 🤔

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Hello,I was wondering if I could request a Ninjago romantic hcs?

If you could,do one with the ninja having a partner with very low self esteem,confidence,and being shy/focusing too much on how they look,feeling ugly or only negative emotions,and feeling that the ninja only date them out of pity?how would the ninja try to comfort or reassure them?

Let me know if you guys like this format, I'm trying something a little new this time around. 💕🌸

Truth be told, they did not expect how negative you are about yourself with every comment turning more foul than the last. Their heart ached for you. Self-proclaimed flaws continued flowing from your lips like a mantra.

"All this..." Gesturing to yourself with a waterfall streaming down their lovers face, heart dropped to the very bit of their belly, six feet under along with the next words. "You have to be doing this out of pity... there isn't a singular explanation of how you could even like me otherwise."

°Lloyd Garmadon°

• Eyes round as a snow globe as he shook his head, reaching a hand out to your own before interlocking gentley as if you'd break by the smallest touch. "I can't allow the brightest star to announce tomfoolery. Your determination encourages me every mission." Squeezing his lovers hand, nothing but admiration glossed over his expression. "Considerate and generous are a few other words at the top of my head to explain you. I am honoured to have you in my life."

°Kai Smith°

• Light scoff left his lips before he disagreed, standing as he hold both of your hands tightly in his own scarred pair. "To put this clear as ice. You're my reason for even wanting to try on a day to day basis, the fervent look in your eyes make my flame grown brighter everyday." Explaining as he slowly pulled the back of your hand to his lips as he spoke, speaking from the candle within with eyes closed for a moment. "I adore how upbeat you are no matter the situation. Helps me more than you could ever think."

°Cole Brookstone°

• A light frown on his face said everything, he felt like he was looking at a mirror as you stood and talked. Having been in a similar boat many of times before. "Don't be silly. I'd never go out of my way to show pity in such a crual manner, I've adored you since the moment we meet and still do. Like for example.. how courageous you can be even if there is just a tiny spider or big mission not even knowing if we'll make it out." Water glossing around the brim of his chocolate brown doe eyes. "Real life depiction of a warm summer day with the perfect breeze."

°Zane Julian°

• Brows knighted together in a displeased expression, a soft smile made its way to his face as he couldn't disagree more. "You're incorrect. The empathetic act on a daily make you the most heart warming or.. rather system heating reason why I'd choose you everytime." Smile warm and nothing but the truth spilled out of the ice man. "Self-assured, devoted, amusing, tender, tranquil. Shall I continue, my love?"

°Jay Walker°

• For once he couldn't spit out any words from pure disbelief as the words echoed in his head for a moment, both arms landing on your shoulders with a tight grip but not painful. "I- This... this is far from pity." Given a light squeeze of the shoulder blades. "I love you with every spark inside of me, you just get me like no one else does with your witty come backs a-and how enthusiastic you are.. Don't forget how hardworking you are with every little project or goal you've set to yourself."

°Nya Smith°

• Not even a mere second goes by before she envolpes her lover into a tight embrace, breathing in through the nose to collect her thoughts before speaking. "You're too critical, maybe a bit hypocritical coming form me of all people." Mentioning with a lighter tone hoping to lighten the mood slightly. "I started liking you not because of what you could give or achieve but from what you are now and showed of yourself. Easily adaptable, the most reliable person ever. I trust you with ever drop of my life."

°•°

Ooo two posts in one week? I'm spoiling you guys 🤭

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Goodnight kiss (Lloyd Garmadon x GN! Reader)

Synopsis: In which the legendary green ninja can't sleep tonight, so it's your job to lull him back to sleep.

i haven't written a fanfic in a long while but i hope you enjoy hihi

(A/N: reader is also a ninja who lives in the monastery and has a separate room <3 also i firmly believe in touch starved lloyd)

Lloyd has often had trouble sleeping for as long as he could remember —and right now was no exception. He didn’t know when it started, but perhaps it was when his uncle Wu stopped reading him bed time stories every night that the awful dreams would keep resurfacing back to haunt him. His uncle’s little tales used to help him get his mind distracted, at least enough for him to fall asleep peacefully.

The crickets outside the monastery were buzzing softly —as if it was an attempt to lull the green ninja back to sleep— but alas, it was no use. The young boy made his way to the porch of, what they like to call, their home. Years of ninja training became evident as he carefully walked on the wooden floors, careful as to not disturb the others.

Finally, he reached the porch and sat down. He swung his legs childishly with a blanket wrapped around his arms. The soft fabric smelled like someone he knew all too well, and the color is unlike the one he usually takes. He had taken the blanket from your room without you knowing, but he was quick to replace them with freshly washed ones. Something about having comfort in something that was yours. He breathed in the cold air, the smell of your blanket wrapped around him like an embrace, and the woodstain on the monastery’s interior.

It was peaceful, just as Ninjago is currently. Yet he couldn’t shake the feeling of restlessness itching at his bones, the feeling gnawing him awake.

He needed some sort of distraction, but using the training dummies would surely cause a noise. He could try reading one of his comic books collecting dust on the shelves, but then he would be more awake trying to finish every chapter. Asking the others for help would make him guilty, ever the people pleaser that he is.

“Lloyd? Is that you?” You asked the figure hunched on the porch, already making your way towards him. He peeled his eyes off the night sky to take in the sight of you in your pajamas, yet he was sure you were wearing a shirt that was not yours. It squeezed his heart a little to see you in one of his clothes, he shakes his head to keep himself cool.

‘Don’t be weird about it, Lloyd.’ He scolds himself. His hands twitched in anticipation as he patiently waits for you to sit next to him, already scooting aside to make room for you.

 “What are you doing at this hour?” You say as you finally sit down beside him. His hands that were fiddling with each other stopped as it slowly made its way to the side of your hand, almost touching. He leaned in a little closer. “Oh uh.. Nothing much, just.. You know, one of those nights.” He tries to dismiss your question. “Can’t sleep well, that's all.”

You frowned slightly with his answer, but chose not to push it. It hasn’t been long since you started living in the monastery, so it’s inevitable that there’d be things you wouldn’t know about him. You began to ponder carefully with his answer, you knew he wasn’t the type to like bothering other people, so asking him what’s wrong would lead you nowhere.

As if he was reading your mind, his gaze softens ever so slightly. “I.. Sometimes I can't sleep very well,” he inhaled sharply. “Or not get any at all.” He sighs out.

“I get nightmares and.. And I wake up randomly at night feeling out of breath, like I drowned— or something like that. I used to handle it better, but now it’s… More unbearable, if you say.” He chuckled. You take a long look at the boy in front of you. Messy blond hair with locks that were sure to slip easily off your fingers, tired green eyes, and small moles around his pretty face. His shoulders tense, like he could never catch a break.

Suddenly, an idea popped in your head. You moved away slightly to a nearby wall, Lloyd raises an eyebrow in confusion, somewhat disappointed with the distance. “Come here.” You beckon to your direction, he follows anyway.

“Now, put your head on my lap.” At this, Lloyd’s eyes widened. “What? I mean you, uh, why would you say.. That.. Um?” He fumbles on his words. “Just trust me, I want to try something.” You insist.

“If you say so…” He gently placed his head on your lap, as if he were afraid to crush it underneath his weight. Quickly, you did your work on massaging his scalp and brushing past his hair. Lloyd realizing what you were doing, practically melted under your touch. The sweet gesture made his heart swell giddily. He eagerly leans into your touch, afraid it will be over soon.

You hum a song from on top of your head as his eyes were beginning to shut. His shoulders relaxing with his breathing slowed down. You paused your movements momentarily to check if he was asleep.

“Don’t stop yet, please.” He whimpers underneath his breath. “You’re kind of spoiled, aren’t you?” You joked. Nevertheless, you kept fiddling with the strands of his hair until you eventually heard soft snores erupting in his throat.

“Goodnight, Lloyd.” You say before brushing his hair aside to kiss his forehead.

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We will get out of this depressive funk!! We can do thisss!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️

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RECON 141 Applications still open!!

—————————————————————————

Putting this out there again since it’s been a while, but you are still able to join the server if you’d like!

It’s an 18+ server originally created to bring together the COD writing community— however!! Anyone can join as long as they’re willing to fill out the application!

You can come to write, game, or even just talk and make friends!!

Here’s the link to the application!

We hope to see you there! :)

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Me and a friend are playing pressure and she’s streaming!! Come join us!

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I may or may not be playing red dead redemption 2 rn

I plan to play 1 afterwards (playing 2 first cause story purposes)

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I have plans now 👁️👄👁️

Ok so I'm not an X Reader writer. At all. I've tried in the past and it made me cringe when I did it because self loathing or something idk. But that doesn't mean I don't get ideas. So have my ideas to freely do something with if youre a writer💜🐇

(these are all Jax x Reader Ideas cause the fucker won't get out my head.)

(ignore the very awkward divider I'm learning)

Jax x Reader Ideas

Reunion fanfic- Reader and Jax were dating in the circus and they finally find a way out. But they didn't expect to be separated after they got out. They meet somehow but obviously they don't recognize each other at first because they're human again and didn't remember their original names until now. But they're drawn to eachother and are trying to remember why / get the other to realize who they are. I hope that makes sense

Critter loving reader- Mainly based off when I was listening to Jax toy and heard Jax say "you check your bedroom and it's covered in snakes". I love snakes, I'd accidentally see that as a gift I've always wanted one as a pet. So Reader gets excited by the snakes,spiders,any other bugs or creatures Jax puts in their room cause they like the critters.

Matching energy- Reader absolutely matching Jax's energy or possibly being worse than Jax. He makes a teasing remark, they make one back. He hits them with something they end up throwing a bus at him. Just complete utter chaos. This could either be enemies to lovers, Really chaotic best friends, or Enemies AND lovers. It works with a lot.

Denial-Jax just being in complete Denial about his feelings while the reader knows cause he's actually low-key obvious.

PLEASE TAG ME IF YOU WRITE ANY OF THESE. I WANNA SEEEE I LOVE SEEING PEOPLES WRITING.

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I just watched this yesterday and I now really wanna write this LOL I’m rusty on the writing but I need something to get me back on track

I'm not a jax simp at all but I had this funny Idea for a Jax x reader fic where Caine finds out Jax has a crush on the reader so him and Bubble try to set them up on dates (and by dates I mean adventures) but the "dates" are just really bad Disney parodies. Can you imagine Caine and Bubble singing Bella noche terribly while Jax is pissed and everyone else is confused and uncomfortable. I'm a shitty writer, so if anyone wants to use this idea I won't be mad.

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haunted by my bisexuality whispering in my ear that i need to genderbend some of the guys. may act on this impulse

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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König had been excited to take you ever since you agreed. Christmas itself wasn’t too important to him, but visiting the German Christmas market he visited almost every year since childhood was. It had everything– music, lights, food, entertainment, and the particular one he liked had a skating rink in the middle.

When you originally told him you had no clue what a ‘Christmas market’ was, especially a German one, König was almost personally offended. He squeaked something in German, most certainly calling you something along the lines of being uncultured before he insisted you went with him the next time the markets were set up.

You had forgotten about agreeing to it until winter rolled around, and it was all König spoke about. There was an unspoken understanding that you didn’t have anywhere else to be on Christmas due to your… complicated family situation. König didn’t question you, nor did he judge you. If anything he was happy he could share something he saw as personal. __

“Sie werden es lieben,” He gleamed as he climbed out of the car. He walked beside you, leading down the concrete sidewalk toward the center of town. König was practically buzzing with excitement. Finally, the two of you turned a corner and the Christmas market came into view.

The German-architectured business buildings were decorated with large, intricately placed holiday lights, casting a warm, bright glow over the different booths circling a large ice rink. The booths had different types of holiday foods, drinks, and entertainment similar to a fairground except everything was lined with beautiful, bright Christmas lights. There was a large population of people, all with their own families, passing booths, sharing drinks, and holding hands while skating around the open ice rink.

“What do you want to do first?” König asked you, eyes twinkling from the bright Christmas lights as he gleamed down at you.

"Everything," you replied with a laugh, taking in the stunning view of the market. The sight was overwhelming in the best way possible, and you couldn’t deny that König’s excitement was contagious.

König grinned under his scarf, his eyes crinkling with joy. “Gut! Let’s start with something sweet,” he suggested, guiding you to a booth selling Lebkuchen, the traditional gingerbread cookies decorated with colorful icing. He handed you one shaped like a heart with the words Frohe Weihnachten carefully piped on top.

“Taste it,” he urged, watching your expression closely as you took a bite. The spice and sweetness melted on your tongue, and you couldn’t help the little noise of delight you made.

“It’s amazing!” you said, and König practically puffed up with pride. “They make them fresh here,” he explained, his voice tinged with nostalgia. “When I was a boy, my mother would buy me one, and I wasn’t allowed to eat it until we got home. Now, you get to enjoy it right away.”

You smiled at the story, warmth blooming in your chest. “Well, thank you for breaking your tradition for me.”

König laughed softly. “For you, it’s worth it.”

The two of you wandered from booth to booth, trying roasted chestnuts, sipping Glühwein—a warm, spiced wine that heated you from the inside out—and marveling at the intricate handmade ornaments and trinkets on display. König insisted on buying you a small wooden nutcracker, painted in vibrant colors, as a keepsake.

“You have to keep this,” he said, handing it to you after paying. “Every time you see it, you’ll remember tonight.”

“Like I could forget,” you replied, slipping the nutcracker into your bag.

As the evening went on, König kept stealing glances at you, clearly reveling in your enjoyment of something so dear to him. He seemed particularly proud as he led you toward the skating rink. “Do you skate?” he asked.

You hesitated. “Not really… it’s been years since I’ve even tried.”

“Perfect!” he said, already lacing up a pair of skates for himself. “Then I’ll teach you.”

The two of you stepped onto the ice, your movements wobbly and uncertain compared to König’s steady, practiced strides. He took your hands in his much larger ones, steadying you as he guided you slowly around the rink. You stumbled a few times, but König was always there to catch you, laughing softly and offering words of encouragement in German and English.

By the end of the night, your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and your heart felt light in a way it hadn’t in years. As you stood by the edge of the rink, watching the lights twinkle above, König leaned down slightly, his voice low and gentle.

“Danke,” he said. “For coming with me. It means more than I can say.”

You turned to him, your breath visible in the cold air. “Thank you for sharing this with me. It’s… perfect.”

König’s eyes softened, and for a moment, it felt like the bustling market around you faded away. Then he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small wrapped box. “Frohe Weihnachten,” he said, handing it to you shyly. “I got this for you.”

Inside was a delicate silver bracelet with a single charm shaped like a snowflake. You stared at it, touched beyond words.

“König, it’s beautiful.”

“It reminded me of you,” he said softly, his voice almost shy. “Unique and… special.”

You slipped the bracelet onto your wrist, the charm catching the light as you smiled up at him. “This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”

And as König beamed down at you, his eyes shining with warmth and something deeper, you knew it wouldn’t be the last.

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the thought of rileys biceps when he hugs you from behind

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COD REQUESTS OPEN!!!

I’m opening up to Call of Duty requests again!!! Send them in please so I can get out of this shit hole called writers block 😭💔🙏

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simon & a kiss of comfort

When you roused from your sleep, the first thing you noticed was the cold spot beside you in bed. Blinking away the heaviness of slumber, you peered through the dark of your bedroom in hopes of spotting what was missing from your side. When you realized that your significant other was no one to be seen, you immediately began to slip from your bed.

The air was crisp, likely due to the hour of night. Your feet moved with no hesitation, padding down the wooden floors as you made your way to where you knew Simon was. Where he always went in the wee hours of the morning in hopes of not disturbing you. 

There, in the dark of the living room, a large and shadowy figure sat upon the couch. It was leaned forward, head buried in hands. You could barely make out much, but you knew all too well who it was on the couch. 

“Nightmares?” You called out softly, sleep still heavy in your throat as your voice came off scratchy and mildly hoarse.

Slowly, Simon raised his head to look at you. He had clearly heard you coming from the moment you’d climbed out of bed, but now he fully acknowledged you. In the pale streetlight that peered through the curtains, you could see the pain in his eyes. Long had you learned to read Simon, pick up on the little things that made him expressive. Few could see what you did, for no one knew him as well as you. 

There was no response initially from Simon, but you truly didn’t need one. Slowly, you made your way to the couch, taking your place beside him. Without hesitation, your hand moved to gently press against his back. It was a soothing touch, one he tensed up at initially, but then immediately relaxed.

“‘m fine,” Simon eventually muttered. However, the crack in his voice and the now easy to discern puffiness to his eyes said othered.

You tutted softly. “You know I hate when you lie to me,” you mumbled. There was no heat to those words.

He just grunted and looked down at the floor. There was only silence. You never rushed him to speak on things, especially the things that hurt. Instead, you began to gently run your hand across his bare back, tracing small and innocuous things into his flesh. Your eyes watched as his stoic face, one you were fortunate to know all too well, as he seemed to silently brood in his thoughts.

Eventually, he broke. “Almost lost John…” He started, his voice small. “Know it’s part of the job and all but don’t mean it didn’t fuckin’ scare me,” he explained. 

Those words had you leaning closer, now wrapping up your large boyfriend in your arms and pulling him into your side. He gave no resistance, allowing himself to fall to the side a little and press up against your frame. You then leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I’m sorry,” you started off softly. “You did mention this last deployment was… rough,” you hummed, words gentle. 

Simon nodded, his hazel eyes moving to peer at you in the dark. There was so much love and devotion in his eyes, but also years of pain and misery that haunted him in the dark. You could see the sorrow that threatened to consume him every night. 

Your hand moved to cup his cheek, bringing his head a little closer. You then softly placed your lips upon his rough, chapped lips. It was just a small action of comfort, a reminder that he is here and alive and loved. You then pulled back only a small distance. “John made it back though. You made it back,” you explained. “You are home and safe with me, Si. Those monsters that hide under your bed? They cannot touch you tonight,” you hummed. 

Then you leaned forward and placed another kiss on his lips. You were grounding him, bringing him back from the ledge his demons always tried to walk him towards. Your hands anchored him in reality and your warmth reminded him he was human. 

Simon lost himself in your. When the night got too dark and he was lost at sea, you were the north star that brought him home. As his lips continued to meet yours in a series of short, light kisses, he remembered exactly what brought him home every single day. 

You. The love you had for him. The love he sought to give you with every single breath he took.