I'm trying to write, for fucks sake!

Alex, 18+/ Wannabe writer/ Procrastination Pro/ Multifandommess Requests: OPEN

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Requests

I'm comfortable with a lot when it comes to writing and I also wanna try new things. So I will probably write any kind of ship or no ship if that's what you want. I'm just not writing anything that's illegal.

Fandom's I would write for at the moment:

- Camp Cretaceous

- Tiger & Bunny

- Detroit: Become Human

- Stargate/Stargate Atlantis

- The Witcher

- Star Trek (TOS/DS9/ENT)

- Samurai Flamenco

- Haikyuu

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I watched Tiger & Bunny 2 and I'm open for some fic requests :D

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Geralt x Reader. Reader has a major anxiety attack. Geralt is trying to calm them down. They end up passing out in his arms. Their skin is pale n clammy. Their pulse is fast (due to them hyperventilating). He checks their breathing/pulse while they're unconscious. He puts them in bed and waits for them to wake up. Once they wake up, he comforts them?? THANK YOU. If you don't feel comfortable doing this request, no biggie. I'm excited to see more of your writing. I'm rambling now, imma stop 🥺🥰

Thanks for the request. This is definitely something I never wrote and I will accept the challenge. I'm glad you like my writing and I hope you will like this as well.

Gender neutral reader, they/them pronouns

CW: description of an anxiety attack, toxic thoughts

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Geralt didn't knew if he was lucky or unlucky to always have company. It was either the bard, Jaskier, who accompanied him or (Y/N) who followed him on the path. It was like he was cursed with always having a human at his side. Jaskier and his way had parted a few months ago and not much later his path has crossed (Y/N)'s again.

The Witcher didn't knew how he ended up with (Y/N), but he have to admit that he enjoyed the company. Not just on the road. There were times when he counted the days until he would see his better half again. He cared a lot about the well-being of them, but he would never voice his feelings out aloud. (Y/N) didn't minded it yet.

It was a quiet day, both of them walking next to Roach. Enjoying the comfortable silence around them. At least it was comfortable for Geralt.

(Y/N)'s mind was racing. It had been too long since they traveled together.

He probably got tired of me. Why wouldn't he? I was just a dumb noisy human who wasted his time. No wonder he avoided me for so long.

It wasn't the first time (Y/N) had these thoughts. But it was the first time having them around Geralt. Usually his presence was all that could keep these toxic thoughts out of the mind. But it didn't work this time. They had been apart for too long and the stories that had been told about Geralt had spread over the continent. He had been fine all this time on his own or together with Jaskier. He didn't needed (Y/N) at all.

He didn't needed me. No one would ever need me. I can't blame him. I couldn't give him what he wanted, so why would he bother with me?

(Y/N) opened the first buttons of the doublet. There was something invisible wrapping their fingers around the throat, making it impossible to breath. (Y/N) stroke over their throat to make sure there was nothing around their neck that could cause the troubles of breathing. But there was nothing that could be a bother. Still it felt like someone was choking them. Every breath was forced and their throat when just tighter and tighter. And if that wasn't enough, their heart is racing so fast in the chest like it would jump out every time.

(Y/N)'s breathing became shorter, not being able to stop the hyperventilating. They was trapped in their thoughts.

You're worthless. You will never be enough. People just pretend that they like you. They are just being nice. You will always be alone. Geralt doesn't like you at all.

(Y/N) felt a hand on their shoulder and another one on their cheek. Geralt was looking at them worried. Stroking with his thumb over the soft cheek to remove the tear.

"(Y/N), what's wrong?" Geralt spoke softly. He didn't knew what was wrong with them and he also didn't knew exactly what he should do. Was they sick? Or did a spell lay over them? But he hasn't noticed any magic on his companion.

(Y/N) didn't look at Geralt. They felt sick to their stomach and their head was spinning. Breathing to fast and not nearly deep enough to get the much needed oxygen. Geralt could smell the fear radiating from (Y/N) and it made his stomach turn. They had never smelled like that before. Not even when they first met. The (H/C) haired had always smelled like a warm summer day. Like fresh grass after a rain shower, a little bit flowery. Geralt always had loved the scent. But now his companion smelled like rotten leaves, the anxiety was clinging hard to his better half.

All he could do was watching them how they lost consciousness and fell in his arms.

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Geralt had took (Y/N) to the next inn to take care of them. Luckily he had enough coin to afford a room for them. He didn't wanted to sleep outside. Geralt had laid (Y/N) on the bed and covered them with the blanket. They still hasn't woken up yet. Geralt was holding the smaller hand in his own, feeling their pulse under his fingertips. His eyes were darted to the chest which was falling and rising. Sure he could hear (Y/N)'s breathing and even the heartbeat. But he needed to feel and see. He needed to make sure they was alright.

After a few hours (Y/N) woke up. The first thing they noticed was the comfort of a bed and second thing was the hand which was holding theirs. They opened their eyes and saw Geralt sitting next to them. He wore comfortable clothes, his armour was put aside. His hair was loose and he looked exhausted.

"Geralt?"

"(Y/N)." Geralt said softly, stroking over their cheek gently.

"How are you?"

"I feel like you look." They said smiling weakly which made Geralt laugh.

"Sounds like you're better." Geralt leaned in closer, cupped (Y/N)'s cheeks and kissed them gently. They were a little bit surprised but returned the kiss. Geralt didn't rush like he usually would do. He wrapped his arms around them, closed the distance and kept the kiss soft and gentle. Geralt still didn't knew why (Y/N) had been so afraid, but he would make sure to make them feel safe and happy. He never wanted to smell that fear again.

They parted to catch their breath. Geralt leaned his forehead against theirs and rubbed his nose gently against (Y/N)'s.

"You wanna eat something or take a bath?" Geralt asked stroking through their hair.

"Not now. Can you kiss me again?" The witcher pulled them on his lap and holding (Y/N) close before he kissed them again. Soft and gentle. He just wanted them to feel loved and appreciated.

"I missed you, (Y/N). I would like if you stay with me." They looked at Geralt with big eyes. Not believing what they heard.

"What did you say?" Geralt took their hands in his own and smiled gently.

"Stay with me. I love you too much to be without you."

"You love me?"

"Hmmm." (Y/N) smiled bright and kissed Geralt with all the love they felt for him.

He loves me. He always did. He always will. That's all that matters.

"I love you too. So please stay with me as well."

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Do you write x reader inserts ???

Never done that before, but I'm open to try something new. I would like to try.

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A request only if you feel like it 😄 how about Star Trek Enterprise, Malcolm in sick bay, Trip helping him, (hurt/comfort), not slash per say but like slash if you squint

You, dear trekkie anon, have blessed me with this request. Malcolm and Trip are my ENT OTP. So I'm really enjoyed writing something for them. I hope you will like it as well. (And sorry that it took so long.)

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When Trip got the intercom message from Malcolm, that it would be nice of him, to pick him up from the sick bay, he worried about his friend. It was rare that Malcolm was there and even rarer that he needed someone to pick him up. After a few minutes he arrived at the sick bay, breathing heavily. He really should practice more.

"Malcolm?" Trip asked immediately, looking around the room to find his friend. He spotted him on one of the beds with a cast around his right forearm.

"What happened?" The engineer rushed over to the bed, checking on Malcolm from head to toe to see if he was hurt everywhere else. But he looked fine so far.

"Training. I wasn't paying attention. One wrong grip and I just remember the sound of a bone breaking and an unbearable pain." Malcolm said, looking at his arm. He looked… exhausted.

"It's nothing I can't treat. Reed has to visit me every morning and I will speed up the healing process. Still it will take a few days to heal properly." Phlox smiled confident at them.

"Your'e good to go, Lieutenant."

So they left the sick bay, walking to the next lift.

"Have you eaten yet?" Trip asked and looked at Malcolm, who shook his head. There was still some sweat glittering on his neck and his hair was a little bit wet. Looked like Malcolm had exhausted himself during the training.

"Maybe you should take a shower first. You look sweaty." Trip said, smiling softly. Malcolm just shook his head again. His expression was unamused.

"Thanks, Trip. I haven't noticed. But how should I do that with this thing?" He asked gesturing to his broken arm.

"Don't be like that. It's not going to stop us."

"Us?" Malcolm looked confused at the other one.

"I'll help you taking a shower."

A hour later both of them had taken a shower together and promised each other never to mention it again. They walked to the mass hall to grab something to eat. Sitting together they ate their meal and no one dared to say a word both too embarrassed from what happened before. Trip did spend the rest of the evening together and wanted to go back to work, when Malcolm would go to sleep. He had accompanied Reed to his quarter.

"Thank you for today."

"No need to thank me. That's what friends are for." Malcolm nodded in agreement and smiled softly.

"Good night, Trip."

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Can you write some fluff for Geraskier?

I have a soft spot for fluff and hopefully you too, Anon.

It wasn't the first time for Geralt and Jaskier for staying longer at an Inn then they intended to. Mostly a contract took longer than expected or one of them was hurt or sick. One of them usually meant Jaskier, but this time it was Geralt laying in bed with a cold. The bard had known the witcher for almost ten years now and he had never seen him coughing and sneezing like that before.

It was just a common cold, nothing Jaskier hadn't survived from time to time, but Geralt was really whiny about it.

"I think I'm dying." Geralt had rumbled after a really long coughing spasm.

"Don't be over the board dramatic, Geralt. I have seen you in much worse shape." Jaskier couldn't understand how Geralt could be whining so much over some sneezing, when he sometimes was almost bleeding to death. The witcher would always be a mystery to him. He grabbed a cup of water and handed it to his wounded wolf."You should drink more. I will leave you for a moment to get you something to stop the coughing. You need some rest to get better." Geralt slowly drunk the water and laid back against the pillows. Jaskier even gave him his pillows so that he would lay more comfortable.

"Don't go, Jaskier. Stay... Please."

Jaskier's heart broke a little. He never had seen Geralt that broken and he had never begged for something before. How could he say no to him? He sighted defeated and refilled the cup.

"Alright, I'll stay. But you have to try get some rest." Geralt nodded lightly. Moving his head to much would give him just headache. So he closed his eyes, trying to get comfortable in the bed. Jaskier helped him by rearranging the pillows and cover him properly with a blanket. After that he sat down on the edge of the bed and played soft tunes on his lute, humming quietly along the melody. Hoping it would relax the witcher to finally fall asleep.

It took some time before Geralt felt asleep, breathing long and deep, also snorting a little bit. Even tho Jaskier was tired as hell, he kept playing and playing. All that he wanted was that the other one would get better.

It was in the middle of the night when Geralt woke up shivering. Jaskier was still sitting on the bed, playing. When he heard movement on the bed, he looked at Geralt concerned.

"Did I wake you?"

"No, I'm just cold." The lute was put aside and Jaskier laid his hand on the witcher forehead to see if he has fever.

"Stay like that." Geralt said satisfied and closed his eyes.

"You're warm." No fever. At least something. Still, he was concerned that Geralt was freezing. They didn't have any blankets left. He was already wrapped in all of them.

"Make some space. I'll warm you up." Jaskier said and already started to get undressed.

"What are you doing?" Geralt asked when Jaskier lifted the blanket and laid down next to him.

"You're going to get sick too."

"Oh, shut up. I had more colds in my entire life than you. I can handle a running nose unlike you and now come here."

Jaskier opened his arms wide for Geralt. The witcher hesitated a moment before he shifted closer and placed his head on Jaskier's chest, arms wrapping around him.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Jaskier stroke through Geralt's hair softly and humming a melody until they both fell asleep.

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I don't know why I'm doing this.