Hi hi!! Can I ask for a hurt/Comfort fic (or headcanons?? Whatever u feel like writing:3) with copbur?
Like he had to work longer than he told u by accident, but u get really anxious about people being away (I'm not projecting guys I swear-) and when he comes home ur little and sad and he's really sweet about it and feels so bad he accidentally did that to his baby :((
anxious days with happy nights
note; OH MY GOD YES I CAN!!! ngl I really struggle with separation anxiety/abandonment issues in general but esp with a carer so like ooo I'm gonna have fun writing this, thank you!
words; 2.1k
warnings; use of daddy/dada, cutesy petnames (i stick to baby though), separation anxiety, crying, panic, abandonment issues, reader gets a bath, not proofread, lmk if there's more!
pairing; cg!copbur x little!reader (gn)
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wilbur usually kept his shifts to the same length every day. his routine was set and it wasn't going to budge. he'd wake up at 6, get dressed and showered and then he'd wake you up to do a little check in. if you were big, you'd handle yourself for the most part; even if he preferred when you let him fuss over you. but if you were little, he'd help you wake up, get you dressed, get you to brush your teeth while he did your hair, etc etc. you'd both have breakfast and by 7:50 he was out the door and on his way to work. that way you'd be awake with him long enough to feel secure and not end up waking up without him and panicking (which has happened before and resulted in him taking an extra day for his weekend off).
his hours were the same, 8am - 4pm, Monday through Friday. it was the same routine every day, and it was easily expected to stay that way. his job usually consisted of more quiet work, like paper work, intake or lunch rounds. nothing out of the ordinary, nothing where he had to handle scuffles or escaped inmates. it was repetitive, and he liked that.
you had woken up in a normal headspace, getting yourself ready and joking around with wilbur before he left. you thought of busying yourself with house work, dishes that needed to be done, laundry that wasn't overflowing but you felt like it needed to be done. but you couldn't manage it mentally, you were exhausted and nothing was to a level of needing to be done at that moment, so you rotted on the couch and did some simple embroidery during the morning. you didn't start to slip until lunch time, having decided on a snack plate instead of a put together meal because you were simply just getting so tired and didn't feel like it. the rest came with it.
the further you slipped and the later it got, the more on edge you were. you managed to catch wil during his afternoon break, texting with him and telling him of your day. part of him was estatic you were little and enjoying yourself, while the other was worried since he wasn't there to actively care for you. not to mention he only had a fifteen minute time window to speak to you before he got swept back into work.
he told you he had to go, and you understood, telling him how much you loved him and missed your daddy! he smiles and puts away his phone in his pocket before going back to his post.
you managed on your own until it was around the time he usually left work, you didn't get a text or a call that he was on his way. he wasn't answering his texts and he should've been home by now. but he wasn't. you were panicking a bit, curled up in blankets and staring blankly at your phone hoping to all hope that you'd get a call from him. that he would be coming home.
your anxiety only built further and further as time passed, you tried to keep yourself cozy and distracted, turning on some cartoons as your phone went unchecked.
another hour passed and you heard the front door click closed, you lifted your head, dried tears over your cheeks.
"daddy?" you call for him, jumping out of bed and waiting for him to answer.
"baby?" wilbur echoes back and he hurries up the stairs, seeing you peeking out of the bedroom door, your eyes held wide with a pout on your lips. he scooped you up into his arms and carried you into the bedroom. he sat down and set you between his legs after he kicked off his shoes. he runs his thumbs over your cheeks as he takes note of your reddened eyes and the tears dried on your skin. he frowns, kissing your nose as he rests his hands on the small of your back.
"how tiny is my baby, mm?" he tries to lighten the mood with a soft question, trying to keep you with him as his mind wanders and runs with different thoughts. feelings of guilt and worry at the sight of you so distressed and he knows it's because he was late. but he'll address that later, right now his baby comes first.
you shrug softly, reaching forward and grabbing hold of his shirt, messing with the fabric and rubbing it between your fingers. it's a softer cotton shirt, and you always like to fidget with it when you can.
"are you.. five? two? ooo is my baby realllyy tiny? hm?" he kisses all over your face as he speaks, trying to coax a smile or a giggle out of you. you crack a bit of a grin, shaking your head as you look up at him.
you hold up one finger, smiling sweetly as he gasp, "oh so you're a little baby, then?" and you nod as he places a big kiss to your forehead, pushing back your hair and tucking it behind your ears.
you move to crawl against his chest and he takes you into his arms, rubbing at your back as you drape your arms around his neck. you don't feel like talking all too much, just so tired and overwhelmed with all the feelings you have, that words just feel exhausting.
silence drapes over the both of you, and wilbur tucks his face into your neck as he hums, "I'm really sorry, baby. I got all caught up at work with a bad guy and I couldn't get home in time, I wish I did," you nod into his shoulder, humming softly as his arms tighten around you.
"s otay, daddy," is what you manage to squeak out, and he sighs, tension and stress being let out with the long breath and you hold yourself tighter to him. you don't want him to disappear, you need to hold on tighter. tighter, tighter, tighter.
he feels your hold tighten, and he rubs your back while leaving little chaste kisses by your ear. he mumbles small words of reassurance, "I'm here, baby. not going anywhere," which earns a little whine from you as you bury your face deep into his shoulder. he holds back a small chuckle, and it comes out as a huff of air as he simply keeps you close.
more time passes, nothing changing other than the intensity of your hold on him, hands grabbing at the fabric of his shirt. it helps you stay grounded, he doesn't mind.
"baby, have you done your routine yet?" he knows the answer, but he still bothers with asking anyways. you shake your head with a huff, his lips curl into a grin and he nods, "mkay baby, time for a bath then."
he then works on prying you off of him so he can effectively get you ready for a bath. you're shaking your head and whining at him, and he tries to soothe you with soft back rubs and little kisses to your face. it works for the most part and your silent complaints seem to fizzle out as he settles you between his legs again.
"can you sit still for daddy while I get things ready? mm?" he coos, knuckles running over the soft skin of your cheeks and you nod vigorously. wilbur chuckles and kisses your forehead before handing you your favorite stuffie and turning the TV to bluey. you focus your attention on the show, sitting still on the middle of the queen size mattress. he slips out of bed from behind you, untucking his shirt out of habit as he gathers up some pj's for you, taking them and laying them out behind you on the bed. then ventures into the bathroom.
he starts by running the water in the bath, then adds some bubbles to get all foamy. he keeps the door open so he can hear if you call for him, or if you fall. he then crouches to look under the sink for some of your bath toys and a bath bomb. he wants to make tonight's bath a bit more fun and exciting than your usual baths. mostly to help soothe the guilt that grows in his gut. he keeps the bath running as he pokes his head into the bedroom from the bathroom and smiles at you.
"hey, honey, the bath's almost ready," you look over to him and nod, reaching your arms out and making grabby motions with your hands. he scoops you up from under your arms and kisses all over your face, "good baby," he cracks a small grin, holding you on his hip as he carries you into the bathroom. after he sets you down on the counter, he kisses each of your cheeks before he begins to help you undress.
"what did my baby do today?" he croons, helping you into his arms before setting you down in the bath. you shrug at him, padding at the water as the bubbles collect around you.
he grabs the little washcloth and gets it all wet before he starts to scrub at your back, "i's watched cawtoons a bit," you finally speak up, eyes droopy and tired as you watch him.
"oh you did now, mm? what did you watch, bug?" he smiles sweetly at you as he gently guides your arm to be closer to him, and he gently scrubs your arm and shoulders before moving to the other arm. he glances between your eyes and where he's cleaning you up, waiting for you to answer.
"Ninjago," you mumble, smile brightening as your eyes widen with it.
he chuckles, kissing your temple and humming at your answer, "zane still your favorite?"
you nod happily, giggling before you ramble on about the episode you watched, and everything that happened. he manages to comprehend most of it, but the rest was all baby babbles that he couldn't quite make out.
after your body was all clean, he sat back for a minute, letting you play to your heart's content as he watched you. his shirt is a bit soaked, and he has some bubble bath in his hair from when you tried to give him a foamy hat, but he doesn't mind. with a small smile on his lips, and love in his eyes, he watches as you play and splash, giggling and including him in your play. he leans closer a moment later, grabbing hold of your hand and rubbing his thumb over the skin. wilbur then kisses each of your fingertips, ending with a kiss to your palm. you giggle and splash about, grinning ear to ear.
"was dat fow?" you ask softly, eyes squinting with a smile on your lips. he grabs your other hand and repeats the order of kisses before he places one tiny kiss to your nose.
"oh, well I'm just showing my baby how much I love them," he smiles softly before he starts to wet your hair and lather up your scalp in soap. you smile and hum, shutting your eyes as he washes out your hair.
when he's done, you're so tired that you don't even fight to stay in the bath, just letting him pick you up and wrap you up in a soft fluffy towel, drying you off. he carries you into the bedroom and helps you get all dressed, kissing all over your face before he helps you get back to the bathroom to help you brush your teeth. you're sleepily leaning against him the whole time, exhausted from your anxiety filled day.
once he got your teeth brushed, he carried you over to the bed, grabbing your hair brush and a couple of hair ties. he sat you between his legs as he unpaused the TV, letting it play as you focused your attention on bluey. he gently brushed out your hair, before splitting it in two and braiding both sections. he places a quick kiss to your temple before turning you to face him and shut off the tv.
"alright, baby, time for bed," you nod, reaching your arms over his shoulders as he picks you up and pulls you into his chest, kissing all over your face. he held you to his chest as he tucked you both under the covers, making sure your stuffie was safe in your arms. after he had effectively kissed every spot on your face, he pushed your bangs back and pressed you to his chest.
"goodnight little one," a small pause as you held him closer, a smile on his lips as he continued, "I love you."
you murmured an echo of his words, telling him you loved him too, and you were soon asleep. held tight in his arms with comfort surrounding you.
hi! i really like the sibling hcs you did! may i request one with a gn middle child (whos also an idol) for the sakuma brothers? sorry if this didnt make sense! i dont really know how to word my requests
Reader Being Ritsu and Rei’s Sibling (Middle Child) Headcanons!
Gender-neutral reader
Pairings: Rei x gn!reader and Ritsu x gn!reader
Genre: Fluff
Sibling Headcanon Series (Enstars)
Warnings? : None!
Ritsu Sakuma
Firstly, being a sibling with these two can be quite chaotic and troublesome due to Rei and Ritsu's personality.
Surprisingly, you get along with them.
Since you're older than Ritsu, he will look up to you and sees you as someone he can rely on.
He respects you more than Rei.
Your relationship with Ritsu is pretty chill, he trusts you enough to sleep on your shoulder or on your lap at the randomest times.
He also trusts you with his feelings so he finds you as his safe place whenever he feels too overwhelmed with something.
He shows his affection through physical gestures like hugs, cuddles, clinging on your arm and etc.
Ritsu likes getting compliments especially from you.
You will be Ritsu's sleeping buddy forever until you die.
He doesn't mind if you wake him up when he's sleeping, though expect a few whines before he stands up. You're lucky that you're his sibling or else he'll have a grudge on you /j
Ritsu is easily jealous so when you're putting too much attention to someone, he'll cling on your arm and pull you away from the person you're talking with.
Despite his laziness, he is still an intelligent young man so when you're having a hard time doing your homework, he'll help you out but with an exchange.
(That exchange can be 1 week of cuddling or doing mean pranks towards Rei)
If you play an instrument, you two can have duets together with his talent for playing the piano.
Expect him sleeping after playing 2 songs.
Despite his weird and strange his cooking is, he will force you to eat his food with those puppy eyes that you cannot refuse from your younger brother.
Overall, Ritsu can be quite the troublesome brother but deep down he really cares about you and will become (realy) overprotective when someone hurts you.
Rei Sakuma
Rei sees you as his little sibling (despite you only a few years ahead of him) he will mainly treats you as a child.
Despite this, he still respects your matureside and will try to refrain himself from treating you childishly.
He deeply cares about you and will act like a proper older brother towards you (which sometimes turns the opposite since I can imagine you being more mature than him)
Still, you find him trustworthy since that time when you vented your feelings to him, he understands what you feel and will give you advice and comfort that you need.
He is a highly empathetic person so when he finds you sad or mad, he will be the first one who will ask you if you're okay.
Rei doesn't take the "I'm fine" option seriously and will try his hardest for you to open up to him.
Due to Rei's weak body, you're always the one who he can trust with taking care of him.
He greatly appreciates the help you give him and will return the favor sometime.
(casually insert the "grandpa let's get you to bed" meme)
You'll be the one responsible whenever he drinks/eat another expired food/drink so expect checking all of the expiration dates inside the fridge.
Whenever he's sleeping inside his own coffin, you're the only one who can wake him up with one knock on his coffin.
During your free time, when Ritsu is not with you he'll be the one to keep you in company so you won't feel lonely like him in the past.
Overall, he's an empathetic sibling who is willing to help you with your problems. He's also very grateful to have you in his life.
Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?
I try to write in order otherwise I will only write the scenes that interest me and never write the entire fic lol. But that's also why I get stuck on certain scenes because I won't know what to do in the filler/in-between scenes and it takes a while to figure it out.
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💔 Which scene from your WIP makes you the most emotional?
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I can't say details because of the ENORMOUS spoilers, but I'll say this. One of the scenes near the end went in an entirely different direction than it did in my outline.
The outline had one of the characters dying, and my protagonist panicking while another character freaks out about how my protagonist isn't doing anything to save them. Meanwhile, everyone else is off in the ship, not present. It was going to be a point of contention for later.
But once I got to the scene, my characters looked at my outline and said, "No. We'll show you how much love we have for each other." And it just became so shockingly soft in a way I'd never planned it to be, and so much better than what I'd written for them. It was the first time I felt like my characters were guiding me, like they had their own story to tell, not mine. We were finally working together (at the end of the novel lmao)
I finished that scene and just started sobbing. My own writing had never made me cry before. I still get a little weird when I reread it lol
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It's probably too long to be called a snippet, but I feel it needs to be shared in full 😅
WIP "dismissed Roy" - that means the team is dismantled, and Riza is sent in another one.
Riza carried the small cardboard box to her new desk. It indeed didn’t contain much. A small leather case, with a couple of pencils and a small, metal fountain pen. A couple of dating stamps. Spare enveloppes, paperclips and various other office supplies, anything that was in her desk and that wasn't containing sensitive information.
The last thing Riza took out from the cardboard box was a coffee cup. It was roughly the same size as the standard issue military cups they all had on their desks, and the same shape, except with slightly more rounded angles, making it look a little fancier, if the word could be used for such an object. Instead of the standard white, though, it was a deep blue, and the rim was bordered by a delicate line of stylized white and yellow flowers.
The cup was a present from colonel Mustang. It was nothing special ; the colonel had forged the habit of getting a small thing for each one of his team members' birthdays, over the years. He’d even thought of doing so for the Elrics, at first, but had decided against it in the end. They wouldn’t have taken it well, he’d thought.
A lighter for Havoc. Cooking books for Breda, with a note on the cover asking him to take it with him the next time they went on a hideout. Expensive transistors for Fuery (one might have thought he was his favourite). Books on silly matters for Falman. That one was a little mean, for he knew Falman was unable not to recite whatever he read about at the slightest push. The colonel was hence insuring the team to hear funny anecdotes whenever, and it delighted him.
For Riza, he seemed not to know what to settle on. The pen in her case was from him, too. One year, he’d gotten her a scarf. That was the boldest he’d ever been, and they’d both been so awkward afterwards that he didn’t reiterate, and had kept to office supplies from then on.
That cup was his last present. They’d been alone when he’d given it to her, that day she had come to gather her things, after being transferred under Bradley’s command. They knew what they were getting into, but Riza doubted they suspected that would be the last time for real.
The colonel had had an offhand comment on how the floral decor reminded him of jasmine flowers, his eyes twinkling and with the hint of a smile on his lips.
Just like the jasmine that grew wild and covered the southern wall of her childhood home, and which filled the whole estate with its fragrance every summer.
