Hii!! You can either call me Silky or Dotty! I prefer the pronouns it/it’s and xe/xer but they/them is also chill with me just don’t make it a habit!
I write for myself and whenever I can. I’m not looking for any constructive criticism so if you notice something just keep scrolling.
I will make sure to tag all my works throughly so there won’t be any surprises!
Rules for the Garden
Do’s: Be odd, have fun, ask questions(respectfully), send asks for fics, share some details about yourself(keep it positive!)
Dont’s: Be limiting, shame others when uncalled for, be rude about stuff, share overly personal details, show bigotry(racism, sexism, homophobia, etc)
Other Information
Unfortunately I do not write smut! I might write something suggestive but that’s probably it here:p
I only write for Cod! Cause that’s my only interest rn!
You decide to do some shopping and get cute clothes for the summer! Halter tops, tanks tops, shorts, and whatever else could make the summer fashionable and enjoyable for you. You boot up your laptop and get to working on various sites and stores.
As you continue to scroll your mind begins to wander further and further from the clothes itself to something different. You question if you can either wear shorts like these or have the shoulders to rock a halter top. It’s a downward spiral from there are you pick apart your features and dissect them mercilessly.
You can’t help but envy the models. Their clear skin, wide smiles, and gorgeous appearances. Comparison. Perfection. Flaws. It’s all swimming around about to envelop you whole. At this point you stopped clicking for clothes and just clicked for the models. You day dreamed about having similar features them, looking like them, being them.
You shut the laptop the moment you heat a familiar gruff Manchester accent. Heart rate spiking so hard it almost fell out of your chest and onto the ground before you. Trying to remain calm while also recollecting how perceptive Simon is you begin to speak. “Si, baby, what’s up-“. Simon just holds a hand up to stop whatever bullshit you were about to sling at him. He opens his mouth, “Lovie. What are you doing in here? Especially on tha laptop, eh?”
You bite your lip and technically tell a half truth half lie. “I’m just doing some shopping for summer clothes Si.” The iconic “oh really now?” head tilt of his makes it clear that your statement didn’t land on that half truth side as you wanted it to. Simon raises an eyebrow, “Alright now. Up, up on my lap and open up the laptop.” You situate yourself to be on sitting on his lap like he asked but you still haven’t opened the laptop. It’s sitting right infront of you both but closed it almost seemed to be welded together.
Simon takes your hand in his and opens the laptop up. He lets out a low hum that you can’t differentiate between good or bad. “That’s a nice shirt Lovie. Could wear that to the brunch next week.” Your eyes widen at what he says. But that’s the top you couldn’t wear because your shoulders were too wide? You interject with “Wouldn’t my shoulders be…my shoulders would just ruin it Si…”
You feel all tingly and warm as he places soft kisses on your left shoulder. “Nah, you’ll be just fine love. I think your braids shoulders are damn well fine on you.” You start to consider buying and wearing the top when he proudly declares that. They even have the top in your favorite color. Each item you were hesitant on buying, Simon reassures you that it would all be fine. Clothes were made to fit you after all. Not the other way around.
hai! If your requests are open then can you write about cod men (any you feel comfortable with!) x disabled!reader specifically with chronic pain? If not then feel free to delete this! I hope you’re having a lovely day and thanks!
Ahhh!!! First anon! Hii hi hi!
Anyways I kinda made it based off my own pain and stuff if that’s okay! I have severe back pain and it prohibits me from doing stuff like jumping, bending over, sitting too long, etc.
It was days like this that made everything feel 10x worse. Pain so unbearable you couldn’t even get out of bed. Tears in your eyes from how debilitating it all was.
Kyle would come into your room and see what’s happening. He climbs into bed with you and stays there. Not rushing or pulling. Just existing with you. He would hold you in and his warm arms and wipe your tears. “I know pumpkin. I know it hurts. I’ll be right here with you.” His hand going in a circular motion through your scalp as the other holds you close. Lips placing soft, sweet kisses on your temple to distract you from the pain.
Simon has the care prepped and ready. He has heating pads on stand by. He’s a master at soothing massages for your back. If you just wanna cry about not being able to do simple things like walk around the house even though you did that and so much more just yesterday then he’ll let you. Gentle pats to the back and hums to soothe you.
Ahh! First post! This contains Eating disorder content! Scroll if that’s not your cup of tea.
You were trying! You really were trying to get better but the calling to relapse was so strong. It was hard to stop crunching the numbers of how many steps or calories you needed in one day and over analyzing everything you put in your mouth. Recovery is a long hard journey.
You promised yourself that it wouldn’t go as far as it did last time and that you would keep it tame. You just didn’t want the guys to find out again. It would tear you apart to know you broke your promise to them.
But old habits die hard and you quickly slipped into your old ways again. You were sneakier this time though. You went on long walks/runs in the neighborhood when the boys weren’t home so they wouldn’t question you. During meal times you wouldn’t panic but act unfazed by the whole thing seemingly getting through it like it was nothing. You had a strategy of talking a lot, pushing food around on your plate, and drinking alot of liquids during dinner and nobody noticed.
You know it’s bad to be lying to the people you love and how terrible this could end for you. But just one more time. It can’t go so wrong right?
Meanwhile, you aren’t fooling a damn soul peanut. They all noticed immediately. They just waited until it was the right time to bring it up. You can’t fool trained, intelligent operatives as easily as you think so. But they didn’t treat it as some “gotcha!” moment. This was their sweet girl they’re talking about. And they were gonna help you get through this.
One day, it’s dinner time and you prepare for the usual routine. Talk, talk, drink, laugh, move food around, repeat. As you sit down and face everyone at the table, the vibe feels off. You try to lighten the mood by yapping about what happened at work today and the cute pets you saw at the pet shop that just opened up in the shopping center. There’s a few chuckles and nods but it doesn’t feel like it usually does.
Price, who was sitting at the head of the table, has both his elbows on the table and a calculating, but slightly concerned gaze in his eyes. “Peanut. You haven’t touched your food yet. It’s gonna get cold you know?…” You pause at this. “Oh guess you’re right about that huh Price?…” You swallow back your nerves and take a bite of the food. It feels agonizing to chew and swallow. Your mind is panicking but you try to have a brave face.
Price motions for the other three guys to leave the dinning room so you and him could be alone. Kyle, Johnny, and Simon look at eachother before slowly scooting their chairs back and scraping against the hard wood floor to leave you two alone.
The silence is deafening as it’s only you and him in the room. The chair creaks a little as Price leans back and just stares at you for a quick, but agonizingly long, moment. He stands up slowly and places his napkin down. His footsteps towards you feel heavy and each one makes your heart beat faster and faster and drop further and further. Price probably noticed your internal panic and he puts his hands up and gives you that smile to calm you down and show he means no harm whatsoever to his little peanut.
Finally, he reaches your seat and kneels next to you. “Oh peanut. Come here.” You immediately shove your face into his chest and begin rambling apologies, explanations, anything. He shushes you and tries to calm you down. “I’m not mad. I could never be mad at you for struggling. I’m here.”
“I broke my promise Price…” You weakly mutter against his chest. You feel horrible. Thoughts taking a dark turn and-
Price grabs your face and smooths your cheeks over with his rough palms. “I’m not mad. You’re not bad. Calm down for me peanut.” You swallow down a thick layer of self-deprecation and nod. Price stands up again and takes your hand. “Let’s take an early evening yeah peanut?” Price takes you upstairs to his room so you two could cuddle. He just has to figure out how to go about addressing this early in the morning tomorrow.
