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can you write carlisle x reader who is insecure/doesnt like how her body looks like?
Gladly ❤️❤️
Carlisle/Insecure!Reader
He’s absolutely 100% confused on how you could think anything but very highly of yourself
He only sees the best in you, he thinks you’re perfect
Does everything in his power to convince you of it
Constantly insisting on taking pictures with you, telling you how much he loves every part of you, encouraging you to compliment yourself
He knows it might be difficult, but he’s determined
Talks you through your insecurities, shows you ways to cope with any unwelcome feelings
Makes sure you know you can always, always talk to him when you’re having a bad day
Showers you in love and kisses and compliments 24/7 to make sure you know you are loved
Small little blurb below the cut
could you do cullens (or just emmett) x reader with aspd?
Of course! 🫶 apologies for inaccuracies, i did as much research as i could
“You know i’m good on my own… you know, it’s more the being unknown.”
The Cullens/ASPD!reader
hello! this is a bit of a long request but is there anyway you could do carlisle cullen x gender neutral reader where reader is sick and carlisle give her medicine and he has a bunch of different kind bc yk he’s a doctor and stuff but uh oh turns out carlisle gave reader the wrong medicine that can actually hurt them so they have to puke it up and carlisle helps them throw it all up while reader is crying and whining bc of how much they hate throwing up and carlisle feels so guilty and tries his best to comfort her
This is my first time ever requesting anything so sorry if it’s bad 😭😭
No worries! I hope i did it justice <3
“Are you feeling any better?” Cold hands rubbed your back softly, up and down in a repetitive motion. You had been curled up in bed for a while now, having felt horrible since you woke up. Carlisle had given you a few pills and hour before, but you didn’t feel any better. In fact, you were sure you had gotten worse.
You shake your head, face buried in a pillow. He frowns, reaching for the pill bottle on the nightstand. He looked over the label, quiet for a moment, before letting out a sigh.
“I gave you the wrong medication. No wonder you’re feeling so horrible. Come on, let’s get up.” You let out a groan as he scoops you up into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. He sets you down on the counter, letting you lean your weight on him as he goes through the medicine cabinet. After a moment, he pulls out a near identical bottle to the one he had grabbed from the nightstand.
“You needed anti-inflammatory, and i gave you antibiotics, which could cause a lot of problems if we don’t get it sorted out.” He put the new bottle on the counter. “You’re going to need to throw up so we can get the old pills out of your system.”
You frown, still leaning your weight on him. “Do I really have to? I don’t even feel that bad.” He frowns, nodding.
“I’m afraid so. It could be really harmful to keep that medication in your system. Come on, you’ll be alright.”
It takes you almost half an hour to get yourself to throw up, Carlisle trying his best to soothe you the whole while. You’re crying as you do, both out of pain and exhaustion. As soon as you were finished, he pulled you into his arms, carefully cleaning you up with a damp cloth and helping you back to bed.
“Here,” he gives you two pills. The right ones this time. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. That was my fault, you didn’t deserve it.” You could tell he felt absolutely horrible by the way he spoke—soft and quiet. He sat next to you in bed as you took the pills, pulling the blankets up over you and helping you get comfortable.
“It’s alright,” you mumble, already drifting off to sleep. He held you close the whole night, never taking his eyes iff you for even a second.