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[written-in-the-clouds]

welcome !

this blog is for platonic / familial / any non romantic relationships ! with the severe lack of them , i decided i should just make my own blog for them . . !

requests: closed . . .

status: so inactive, sorry . . .

anons: none yet . . .

enjoy your stay !

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hi, just a reminder that my requests are closed. also, i’m not going to archive this blog, because i might come back to it someday, but i haven’t had time or motivation to write for it in a while. apologies!

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hi guysss ! i may be coming back from hiatus — send some requests 👀?

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Back to yap about the accidental eye avatar teen reader again after a few months

They don’t notice the surplus of knowledge they gain and don’t remember researching, they just conclude it to researching too late in the night right before sleep and remembering it a while later. They don’t really notice the small ruckus they end up causing when inputting to conversations they walk past with something they shouldn’t know. They don’t notice that they are a piece of a puzzle they shouldn’t fit in but they do, they fit in a part of it that someone forgot about before working on the main part but something is pushing them into the main section. most of all they don’t notice the amount of eyes they have on them, nor how much they know at an instant, their not very aware of what chaos they cause and they surely are very interested in a book they saw in a charity shop that surely wasn’t there before and brought said book home.

They only really notice something because of a certain apocalypse starting or something taking interest in them.

hiii !! ough this is so good.

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okay i’m actually working on a fic today. but while i do that.

timeloop!reader date everything multichapter?

yes

no

maybe

depends (on what? comment or send an ask)

Voting ended onJul 20, 2025

[starrys-shipss]

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The funny part of a accidental eye avatar teenager is that they probably don’t even know that they are part of the eye at some point Elias is just like ‘wait what-‘ and is honestly wondering how the fuck this teenager is just part of the eye after he realised they are because it’s a possibility he interacts and is around the interns but he wouldn’t really notice teenagers unless he felt the need to look into them a bit. I feel like at some point someone is just like ‘yeah your my kid now’ and it’s either someone unintentionally being a parent figure to this teenager(I feel like Jon would end up just sorta unintentionally adopting this teenage eye avatar. him and Martin just unintentionally adopting some random teen is a funny idea to me) or it’s Elias just deciding that this teen is his now he’s just helping this kid figure out spooky eye stuff(he’s not doing it well and said teenager just thinks he’s being weird)

There’s so much potential with this idea and there’s so much that can be made from it and I find it hilarious that this kid just vining helping about in certain areas of the archives with a few of their intern buddy’s not really realising they know a lot more than they used to without them look things up and somehow they do spooky eye stuff without noticing it(it’s just a spooky eye teenager who doesn’t realise their a spooky eye teenager)

oh now i want to do write an eye avatar teen!reader fic… ill gather writing motivation again soon i promise <33

martin + jon w a teen reader like . do we tell them about the fears? do we just… let them be? what happens when the apocalypse comes. what’s their domain like

[autistic-wolf-pack]

If someone writes this I will marry them on the spot. (Platonically, romantically, or queer platonically, whatever you prefer)

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dw bestie one day i will be back to write

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okay i’ve been busier than i thought recently so i’m going on a bit of a hiatus here for my sanity . sorry everyone

[zannolin]

damn i wish u guys could read this fic i haven't written and this fic i haven't finished writing and this fic i'm putting off outlining and this fic i outlined but haven't started and this fic i'll never write and this other fic i haven't written and this fic that exists only in vague impressions in my head that fall apart every time i try to commit them to the page and th

[seaweedbraens]

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;0000000 hello... Perhaps you may write us some headcanons, or a oneshot, of Dorian comforting his reader friend when they get sad? Human reader for this ^^~ - @dreamspace24

Notes: i’m really sorry this is so short, i have all the vibes but no words sigh

“You alright, love?”

- very quick to notice. he doesn’t act on it until he sees that you want/need the support, though — he doesn’t want to overstep

- makes sure that people give you space, whether that’s other objects or anyone at the front door

- not really a cuddly kind of guy i feel, but will offer if you need it

- offers to help with whatever’s bothering you immediately, but if you just want support or there isn’t a specific reason you’re down, he’ll switch tactics to focus on your comfort <3

“Whatever’s going on, we can get through it together.”

- if you want to talk he’s got advice, if you just want to hang out he’s a very comforting presence.

- idk he’s great <3 one of the best ones you could seek out for comfort imo… not too overbearing but still there when you need him

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i just feel really unconfident about my writing right now, sorry everyone

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okay i’m actually working on a fic today. but while i do that.

timeloop!reader date everything multichapter?

yes

no

maybe

depends (on what? comment or send an ask)

Voting ended onJul 20, 2025

[peasack]

Thought this was a wholesome and cute idea so I wrote it out.

Enjoy!!!

Thunderbolts x Gn!Teen!Reader

~ 750ish words~

✦ Late night grilled cheese ✦

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The kitchen glowed with warm light. It was past midnight, and the world outside was a quiet blur of crickets and distant traffic, the kind of silence that made your thoughts echo too loudly in your head.

You weren’t planning on staying up. You just wanted some water. Something to cool the burn in your chest from thoughts you didn’t want to think. But the moment you walked in, your tired eyes caught them, Bob, sitting on a barstool at the counter, and John standing over the stove, spatula in hand, flipping a grilled cheese like it was a sacred ritual.

The smell hit you instantly. Golden-buttered bread. Melted cheese. A hint of garlic from the butter John always seasoned just right.

Bob looked up first, his brown eyes soft under the kitchen light. He smiled softly before talking “Couldn’t sleep?”

You moved toward the cabinet, grabbed a glass. “Yeah.”

John didn’t look away from the pan, but he greeted you like he knew you’d be coming “Join the club.”

The sink gurgled quietly as you filled the glass. You sipped once, then leaned back against the counter across from them, fingers curled around the cool glass. You didn’t talk. Neither did they. Just the occasional soft sizzle from the stove filled the air.

And then John, without asking, without saying a word, pulled out a third slice of bread from the bag, stacked the cheese like he always did when he cooked for the team, and tossed it onto the skillet.

He didn’t look at you. Just said, “You’re not walking out of here without a sandwich. Kitchen rules.”

You didn’t argue.

A few minutes passed, quiet and soft and almost normal. Then John plated two sandwiches, cut diagonally, obviously, and passed one across the counter to you before sliding the other in front of Bob.

You took it. Sat down on the stool next to Bob. Your fingers felt steadier with the warmth of the bread seeping into your skin.

It was Bob who finally broke the silence. “Nightmares?”

You nodded slowly. “Not the kind you can wake up from.”

He hummed, something knowing in it. “Those are the worst kind.”

John didn’t say anything right away. He was leaning against the counter, arms crossed now, his gaze a little distant. You picked at the edge of the sandwich. Ate a bite. Let it anchor you.

“Sometimes,” you said quietly, “I think sleep just makes the walls go down too far. And then all the stuff I’m good at ignoring just shows up. Like it’s waiting.”

“Yeah,” Bob said, voice gentle. “Like it knows you’re too tired to fight it.”

You didn’t expect to say the next thing. Maybe it was the warmth. The quiet. The safety of the kitchen at 2 a.m. “I think I’m scared of myself sometimes. Of the stuff I’ve felt and done and buried. I don’t wanna dig it up, but it keeps scratching at the surface.”

Neither of them tried to fix it.

John moved slowly, sitting on the other stool, sandwich long forgotten. “You ever feel like... if you stop holding everything in for even a second, it’s all just gonna spill out and drown the room?”

Your gaze flicked toward him, surprised. “Yeah.”

He nodded. “Me too.”

Bob said nothing, but you could feel it in the way his shoulders relaxed a little. The understanding in his silence.

John leaned back a little, a flicker of something old and worn-down in his eyes. “There was this kid. Private First Class Tanner. He was nineteen. Barely made it through basic. Skinny as hell. Couldn’t keep his rifle straight. But he had this laugh, man. Like the world hadn’t broken him yet.”

You watched him, blinking slowly. He wasn’t telling this for sympathy. Just to say it out loud. To give it weight.

“He used to sneak candy bars into our rations. Share ‘em with everyone. Thought it made things better, even if it was just a bite.” He exhaled through his nose. “We lost him in a desert I don’t remember the name of. Didn’t even have a body to bring back.”

The kitchen stayed quiet. Your sandwich forgotten in your lap now, half-eaten and warm.

“I still hear him sometimes. When it’s late and too quiet. That laugh.” John rubbed the back of his neck. “Grief’s weird. It doesn’t always hurt. Sometimes it just... lingers. Shows up in the stupidest places. A grilled cheese sandwich. An empty hallway.”

You didn’t know what to say. So you didn’t say anything. You just let it sit there. The story. The silence.

And then, gently, you leaned your head against the counter, cheek resting on your arms. The sandwich was still in your lap, but your eyes were getting heavy. The water, the food, the talking, it had peeled something sharp off your chest.

John glanced over, seeing your breathing slow.

“They out?” he murmured.

Bob nodded once. “Yeah.”

“Good.” He stood and grabbed a nearby throw blanket from the living room, draping it over your shoulders without waking you. “Let them sleep there. We’ll keep watch.”

And they did.

John cleaned the pans. Bob sipped what was now cold coffee. The kitchen stayed softly lit, the three of you sharing a quiet peace, a supernatural being, a super soldier, and a (super?) kid, tethered to each other by broken pieces that somehow made the night feel whole again.

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Had to give some form of trauma bonding one-shot to yall, hope you enjoyed!!!

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😭😭😭 i finally get close to finishing a fic and i actually hate it oh my goddd

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maybe if someone wants to beta read it it would help???

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😭😭😭 i finally get close to finishing a fic and i actually hate it oh my goddd

[peasack]

i actually love your writing so so much it like makes me feel so happy lol. i was wondering if possible could you write like how thunderbolts would handle reader having a bad mental health day? <3

This is a pretty heavy topic so to anyone who struggles with this, at the end I've posted a link to a daily affirmations post. Stay safe and love you all.

Enjoy<33

Thunderbolts x Gn!Teen!Reader

✦ Thunderbolts Helping You During a Bad Mental Health Day Headcanons ✦

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✦ John Walker

He’s really good at just being there.

He knows better than to push you to talk. He’ll hang around the common area, leave food or drinks nearby, and check in with soft “You good?”

Subtly makes sure you eat, drink, and breathe.

Will offer quiet things to do together like playing cards, folding laundry, or organizing tools, stuff that doesn’t demand much from you but still makes you feel less alone.

If you want to just sit in the same room with him while he fixes something or attempt at fixing his taco shield, he’ll absolutely let you.

✦ Bob Reynolds

Been there done that, so he knows exactly what to do to at least brighten your day a little.

Leaves little gifts like your favorite hoodie, snacks, or even a dumb doodle he drew.

Is the king of soft comfort. If you start crying, he doesn’t overreact. He just quietly hugs you and lets you cry it out without trying to solve it.

Tries to crack soft jokes like “Hey, I’m not exactly the poster boy for stability either.”

He’ll quietly suggest building a pillow fort or watching cartoons. It’s low-pressure and silly, which he hopes will help.

✦ Bucky Barnes

A+ at silent support.

If you go nonverbal or just don’t feel like talking, he sits near you without asking questions.

He might give you a soft pat on the back or hand you something small to fidget with.

Has the kind of steady, calming energy that’s really comforting on bad days.

He won’t force conversation. But if you do talk, he’ll listen like you’re the most important thing in the room.

Will quietly make sure nobody else overwhelms you.

✦ Alexei Shostakov

His first instinct is to fix things, which doesn’t always help, but he’s trying.

Brings you food like “You must eat! Food is power!”

If you seem overwhelmed, he’ll awkwardly offer to watch old Soviet cartoons or wrestle with pillows to make you laugh.

He’s big and warm, so his hugs feel like body shields.

Genuinely thinks the best way to help you is to make you feel safe, even if he’s terrible at the soft emotional stuff.

✦ Ava Starr

She gets it. She’s had her own battles with pain and isolation.

If you don’t want to talk, she’ll sit nearby and read or listen to music with you.

She’s calm, never pushy. She has this grounding presence that makes you feel like you’re not spiraling alone.

Leaves your favorite comfort items near you without saying anything.

If you need to leave a crowded room, she’s already standing up to walk you out without making a scene.

✦ Yelena Belova

Absolutely the “I will fight the entire world for you” type.

But on bad mental health days, she tones it way down. She’ll offer cuddles, space, or both, depending on what you need.

Good at finding funny videos or dumb things to distract you.

Will lowkey threaten anyone who bothers you that day.

Occasionally checks in with a soft “You’re still with me, yes?” and it’s not a question you need to answer, but she says it like she’s reminding you she’s not going anywhere.

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For anyone who struggles with these issues, you are not alone. There are always people out there who can help you or grand you care.

Just in case some people need it, here's an Daily affirmations post with a list of things you could do daily to attempt at staying well even through hard times.

I love you all and if you struggle with things you can't say out loud, dm me. It doesn't matter to me whether you just wanna have a talk or need to vent, I'd rather give care than have you guys struggle on your own.

Love you all and stay safe<333