⭐️ Embla ⭐️

she / they COD & DC 🧡

[mrcodster]

Hiiiiiiii!!!! Fun fact about me: Cooking is my love language. So, obviously, I would like to request something about cooking. I don't care about the character!! (Because I love almost every DC and CoD character) But here's some ideas that you can choose from. Some of them are a bit dark.

Reader cutting themselves but like intentionally (I think this would fit well as a part two to your Wally x passively suicidal!reader fanfic but, like I said, you can do any of these ideas for any character)

Reader admitting to having cut herself with one of the kitchen knives before

Just something cute and fluffy about cooking together and the intimacy of it

Reader not being able to cook / the character not being able to cook and the other person teaching/helping them

↑ more about this: maybe reader/the character want to surprise their parents by cooking something for them but it goes terribly wrong

Failing marriage/relationship explained through bland/rotten food

Please do not feel pressured to do any of these!!!! I would also feel happy if you just maybe furthered the ideas a bit/told me your thoughts about them. I'm super excited to read any of them IF you decide to do them and will be waiting very patiently.

right ok i lvoe this and am obsessed and am curreply opening my laptop.

i may do it as wally confronts reader

reader gets superr like shitty to wally

wally is hurt and says he needs space, since reader won’t help themself get better? (themself? ourself? idk)

reader slices it up

wally comes back oh mooo

soft little kisses n cleanip

and maybe then a nexr part where they have a good chat and take reader to hospital/a therapist where wally is super sweet nd readers scared bxs reader never like.. confront or accept own emotion

ph thank you sm🙏🙏🙏🙏😯😯

[mrcodster]

Fiancé simon ghosts depressed!reader for a night?

wc: 338

Simon didn't come home last night. It was now eight pm and you were going insane. No texts, no calls, no coming home, just silence as you stared at the wall until it went dark. The last you'd heard of him? Going to the pub with his work friends. A small bubble of frustration started to build in your gut. Was this intentional, or had something happened? You found it hard to believe something went wrong, considering his line of work and therefore his ability, so.. he just decided to leave. probably. The thought made you sit up finally, after hours of lying around on the sofa waiting, overthinking, calling and texting. Sighing and stretching your numb arms, you lurched yourself off the sofa and stood up wobblily.

You pushed yourself to trudge to the kitchen to get some water. As you ran the tap, thoughts flooded your mind. Maybe staying lying down was better. Simon knew you weren't doing well at the moment. A long depressive episode following the death of your childhood friend. So why had he left? Did he forget? Not care? Your hands started to shake a little as you sipped from your glass, which you scarcely remembered filling, sighing deeply and attempting to banish those thoughts from your mind. Surely Simon cares; he's your fiancé. Surely he understands. He wouldn't leave you just due to an episode, right? You'd helped him with his mental health before, his nightmares, and helped him get that confidence to try therapy. Does he not wish the same happiness for you? Was he tired of you? Oh no.

You stumbled, forcing the glass back down onto the counter and out of your heavy hands. You leant back against the fridge, gripping the cool surface as tears slid down your cheeks. He's gone. He's really gone. But it was just one night. Were you overreacting? You couldn't think straight, your breath picking up in volume and speed as you ran a hand through your hair.

The front door opened.

this is just a concept.. i have more ideas where he comes home, they fight, and she goes to johnny for the night? maybe? pls let me know what you think!!!

[mrcodster]

writing a lot tmrw… hopefully

send requests? ill try do them :))

dc nd cod pslslsl

[mrcodster]

wally west x passively suicidal reader

wc 500

tws: uhh reader walks onto oncoming traffic implied

first post :) will probably write more on this !!

He doesn't realise it at first. But when he does, he's so overcome with anxiety his leg will not stop bouncing in the cute diner booth you're sitting in. he's unfocused, overthinking about how you just crossed that road, staring intently into his milkshake. The milkshake which you've been sucking on to subtly try to get his attention.

How come he never realised? Wally thinks to himself as he finally picks up the straw. He saved you from a speeding car, missing you by half an inch; anyone else, and you'd have been hit. You didn't look, didn't care, only muttered an unfazed "Cheers, babe" and kept walking to the diner with that empty look in your eyes.

That was the first time he'd truly stopped in a while, reflected, but swiftly had to move because.. it was still a road. That you'd walked on in a green light, ever so carelessly. So he decided to reflect in the diner instead, while you gave him concerned glances up from your phone. This was normal sometimes, both of you having a quieter day, but this felt different, charged with tension.

"Hey, babe.. wanna take an Uber home?" Wally asked tentatively, a little concerned, and not wanting to risk a scare like earlier. He nervously swirls the two straws at the bottom of the glass, making small milk bubbles. You slowly tucked your phone away and paid attention. "How come? We usually walk, and it's a great night." After rifling for your card to pay the waitress, you both step out of the diner into the less suffocating central city air. It always reminded you of a mall, crisp and clean, hiding many secrets.

Wally's arm seemed tighter slung around your waist tonight, and you'd taken note of his unusually muted character in the diner, and even now as he booked an Uber - leaving the conversation short, since he'd got lost in his mind again and forgot to respond - tapping furiously fast on his phone as you stood there awkwardly.

Clearly, something was wrong, but what? Had you done something? Does he not like you anymore? Was the date too quiet?

All of this streamed through your mind as you stared into the traffic in front, not noticing the Uber had arrived until Wally gently tugged you inside with a small murmur. He sat in the back with you, arm still looped a little tight around you, which raised a couple of flags. Sure, he was clingy, but not this.. well, you weren't sure what was necessarily different, but he wasn't being clingy. This was something else, judging by his detached look out the window. Legs still fidgeting, bouncing and vibrating almost uncontrollably. You decided not to confront him yet, but silently placed a hand on his knee.

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what do we think ahh…