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boredpotate · 2 months ago

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Happier Chapter 5

Disclaimer: I do not own Arcane or anything I link. Just the concept. Also I'm not a medical professional so if what you read seems dumb, just imagine it makes sense.

Concept: Isekai Fem Reader turns back time to fix her timeline, but has unforeseen consequences.

Reader Pov

As I sit here waiting for Vi and Cait to show up with whatever amount of enforcer's they plan on bringing, I polish up my old mining helmet after I already finish doing the same thing with my lucky revolver. I've been sitting here waiting on the steps of some random building that hasn't been occupied in awhile.

'I may have showed up a little too early.' It's felt like I've been here for hours, but they still haven't showed up. I also occasionally checked the tunnel for anyone going in or out, but no luck. Must be too early to catch anyone. So I took a quick peak inside just to see the tunnel lead deeper than I can see into the mines.

I suddenly hear footsteps and quickly stand up with my gun in hand. I relax once I see the familiar head of hair, pink standing out the most. I see Cait with one of her family's new rifle models and Vi with what looks like a modified pair of gauntlets.

'Still a brawler,' I thought as I smile behind my mask, before running my gaze over four other enforcers behind them. One of them having a very familiar larger stature reminding me of a friend Vi made in the Enforcers; being pretty much confirmed once I see a large shield on his back, 'Yup, definitely the same guy. Didn't get to know him that well, but he seemed like a nice guy too when he was training the volunteers. Though the team looks one person larger than normal than I remember.'

I holster my gun before putting my helmet back on and approaching the group to talk to Cait.

"Good to see you here. I started thinking you were gonna bail on me."

"We wanted to be sure we wouldn't be spotted, so we took a longer route to get here. Hope you weren't waiting long." Cait explains, having her professional tone back in action.

"Don't worry about it. So who are the other four?" I ask which makes Vi step aside and she start introductions. First gesturing to the big man himself.

'What was his name again?'

"This is Loris, he's usually in the front when clearing a room and stays close with Cait and Robyn in confrontations. He's really good with that shield of his and is good in a melee too," then the to one wearing what looks to be a vest and wielding tonfas, "this is Steb, doesn't talk much but he has good instincts, he's fast and can handle guarding our rear," next is a kinda short girl but I know they aren't that traitor bitch since their hair looks more like a caramel brown and reaches their shoulders, "next is Robyn, she's only recently joined but is a great addition to the team. She handles carrying and deploying gasses and explosives if needed and providing some fire support when she's not deploying them."

"Also isn't a turncoat." I barely manage to catch from the taller woman. She's the 2nd tallest here.

"Finally is Sevika, we usually lead the front together and clear a way for the team when in a sticky situation. Other than that we usually switch between making sure no one get's too close to Cait or overwhelms the group overall," she says before turning to the four behind her, "Guys this is Y/n, better known as Bloodhound." Vi finishes introduction, but I'm too busy staring at Sevika. No longer missing an arm.

'Sevika as an enforcer. Who would've guessed? This timeline really is better for everyone.' I thought as I see Loris step forward towards me.

"Well, I'll be honest I thought you'd be taller, but I'm not complaining. Hopefully this job goes good, huh?" he says as he raises a fist to offer a fist bump which makes me smirk before returning the gesture, "heh, I like them already." he says as he turns back to the others which makes Sevika and Steb shake their heads, but the girl looks stiff as a board for some reason. Probably nervous.

"Let's just get the job started. What do we know?" Sevika asks as the rest of the group gathers closer together.

"I haven't seen anyone going in or out while waiting. Took a quick look in the tunnel, but it goes deeper than I can see. Last time I saw people go in it took a couple hours for them to go in then come out, so the walk might be long. We're gonna need to move quick if we want to find out what's down there before people start showing up. I'd rather not have people hitting us from both sides." I explain to the group, before we start planning how we want to approach this operation.

Once we finally move into the tunnel it's Loris and I up ahead of the group, then Sevika and Vi, then Cait and Robyn, and Steb behind all of us to watch our rear just in case someone shows up.

At first our guard was mostly up, but once it was obvious that nothing would show up for awhile we treaded at a more calm pace. I also noticed a slight incline bringing us deeper underground. We stayed in silence for most of the walk before someone finally decided to break it.

"So, Bloodhound huh? Quite the title." Loris says which makes me roll my eyes.

"I didn't choose it."

"Hey, I'm not judging. Cooler than mine if you ask me. I could only come up with "The Wall" when our little task force starting making a name for itself."

"I wonder why." Vi says sarcastically behind us. I can hear the smirk on her face, which makes me lighten up a little.

"I'm being honest, I didn't choose mine. I only found out about it yesterday. Had no idea I had any sort of rep in Piltover, let alone a title." I say and hear a scoff come from behind me.

"You saying you didn't notice that pretty much everyone left you alone, including the enforcers? Are you just that clueless?" Sevika asks and I shrug my shoulders.

"I thought I was just an outcast. I don't really fit in with today's Zaun if you haven't noticed. I'm a merc remember?"

"I don't think you're that bad." I hear and turn to see the girl, Robyn. I also see shoulders tense when my eyes land on her which makes Loris chuckle.

"She's a big fan!" Loris loudly whispers which makes Robyn groan.

"Loris!"

"She said you inspired her to join the enforcers a few years ago," he says which makes me raise a brow at Robyn who now looks too embarrassed to look me in the eyes now. Only making Loris laugh even more, "Must've been one hell of an inspiration too, because she climbed fast."

"How does a merc inspire someone to be an enforcer?" I question her since the concept of it confuses me.

"W-Well, um..... you saved my family a few years ago. They got into some debt with a gang and no one could really do anything about it. They called themselves the Sewer Rats."

"Oh, right, I remember them. Mostly loan sharks. Honestly they were asking to get taken out eventually with a name like that." I recall the horrible gang emblem and the fact that they all stunk. Their gang was literally in the sewers, which was disgusting.

"Yeah. I remember blaming the world and everyone for my family being stuck in debt because no one wanted to help, even though I didn't really do anything about it either. Then one day you came around and started kicking ass left and right all by yourself. You were pretty scary, but you also brought hope to people and helped a lot; even if you didn't mean to," she says which makes me ponder for the first time on how my actions may have affected people other than my family and friends, "It made me think 'If one person could do that. Then why can't I?' so I joined the Enforcers. I didn't want to feel helpless like before. I wanted to make a difference." she finishes which makes me feel..... honestly I don't know how it makes me feel. To know that I am a inspiration to someone in some way.

"Well, I hope your family is okay now." I say since I couldn't think of anything better to say.

"They're fine now. Moved out of the deep end of the Undercity after you took out that gang. Started making an honest living...... thank you."

"Don't ment-" I immediately go silent and signal for the group to stop as I hear some distant noise up ahead. Sounds like people talking. No yelling.

We all move slowly forward as we make our way forward until we finally reach the end of the tunnel.

"It is one person! You're saying one person is causing trouble with establishing groundwork in the deep end of the Undercity!?" I hear someone yell and it strangely sounds familiar.

We move into what looks to be a large mined out area of the mines with paths along the walls leading down to a lower levels, old railroads leading up and down the path fpr minecarts and old tunnels being connected here and old mining equipment being left to rust.

We move in quietly watching out for some of the people that are hanging around the area, but slacking off from keeping watch. We stick closer together and move past more people until we reach a spot to look down to the bottom level to see more gang members spread around and working, until I finally spot a familiar face which makes me scowl.

'Chross. Even when Piltover is thriving you can't fucking have enough!?' I think before my eye catches something that makes me even more upset. Children. Working in the mines, like last time. Only a few, but still bad.

"This is fucked up." Loris says, hiding nearby behind a minecart with Robyn.

"Chross," I hear Cait seethe crouching next to Steb and Vi, "I knew he was under investigation for suspicious activity, but I didn't think he would have started a gang." I hear her say, but my eyes are still locked onto the kids.

"How the hell did they all get down here?" I ask to no one, but I get an answer anyway.

"We heard of orphans going missing, but couldn't track them down. Some assumed they left to pursue a life somewhere else; it's not uncommon for a kid to go missing then find out they're working on some trading ship or somewhere at the docks a few days later." Robyn answers and I can hear the angered undertone in her voice.

"Listen, we know that bastard is behind it now, so let's prioritize getting those kids somewhere safe. Any ideas?" Sevika asks as she turns to the group.

"Maybe we can..." whoever it was that was talking I don't remember because my eyes widen on another familiar face.

'No. Why are you here!? You aren't supposed to be here!' I thought as I see a familiar kid with a mining helmet on her head.

"Isha." I say as memories of her fly through my head. That precious little girl who became family, who loved so much, cared so much, and sacrificed herself. My eyes begin to water.

"You know one of them?" someone asks, Sevika maybe, but I ignore it when I see Isha starts coughing and looks too exhausted to keep working. One of Chross' henchmen notice.

'Don't.'

"Hey! No one said to stop working kid!" the man yells, but Isha looks to tired to pick up the mining tool. He walks over to her and shoves her to the ground causing the other kids to look at the commotion in fear. My heart starts beating rapidly and my hand clenches my gun, "What did I say!? Back to work!"

I see Isha crawl backwards away from the man as he reaches for a baton on his waist. My grip on my revolver tightens.

"Oh no."

The man takes it off his waist.

"Don't. If you do something everyone here wi-"

The man raises the baton high.

"We will get them out, but yo-"

The world slows down.

I watch him hit her.

I hear her cry.

The sound echoes in my ears.

He just hit Isha.

He goes to hit her again.

I don't let him.

"ISHAAAA!" *BANG*

I see RED.

Vi Pov

'This definitely did not go a planned!' I thought as I knock out another thug and help Steb defend our rear, as we all move to keep up with Y/n. She has completely lost it.

"AAAEEERRRGGGHHH!!!!"

"PLEASE! N- AAAAHHHH!!!!!!" another person dead. Y/n slamming the apex of her shovel into their face. They're left to bleed out as Y/n charges to the next with a gun and shovel.

"I see why they call her Bloodhound!" Loris says before bulldozing over someone and slamming two other people into a wall.

"What's happened to her!?" Cait asks as shoots some more incoming thugs and covers Y/n's back wherever she can. I help Steb deal with the last of the people behind us before turning around and see Sevika chuck someone off the edge to fall all the way to the bottom.

"The guy she shot hit a kid she knows! I tried stopping her, but she lost her mind!" Sevika explains as she takes out any leftover stragglers that Y/n is leaving behind.

"Well on the bright side! We're making good progress!" Robyn says as she stays close to Loris, but I think she's enjoying watching Y/n lead the charge a little too much...... for some reason that kinda upsets me.

"WAITWAITWAIT! I'M SO- AAAHHH! MY SPINE!!!!"

I hate to admit it, but Robyn's not wrong. Her complete rampage is causing a lot to flee and any who stay to try and fight her are met with a beast of rage shooting a gun and swinging a shovel.

"CHROSS!!!"

The man in question looks terrified before quickly yelling out orders to the last of his thugs that have stayed.

"Hurry up and deal with them you idiots!" he yells out to the rest before two men rush to get him out of there through another tunnel. Doesn't matter. We gotta get the kids out of here. Speaking of, by now most of them are huddled together. I move up to take Loris' place in the front to speed up the process; taking out one after another.

We begin to start getting close to the children, but at the corner of my eye I spot someone hiding behind crates and watch as they throw what looks like a bomb towards us.

"You idiot what are you thinking!?" one of thugs yell at the person before running for cover and I yell out to Loris.

"Loris!"

"On it!" he yells before rushing up and deflecting it away with his shield, causing to go flying towards another pile of crates off to the side, and rushes to the kids to shield them, "Get behind me!"

The rest of us take cover and I think we're fine, until I see a little girl was hiding near the crates; staring at the bomb in shock.

"N-"

"ISHA!"

Y/n yells again, but this time in desperation. Before I know it, Y/n rushes over, picks the kid up and tries to run as far away as possible before the bomb sets off.

*BOOM*

The explosion was bigger than expected, probably something in those crates. Dust and smoke now cover the area as I hear rumbling and see some of the old supports of the mine now giving in under the tension.

"Shit! This place is about to collapse, we gotta go!" Sevika yells out and I hear kids crying while Loris tries to calm them. Sevika rushes to them and picks up two of them before looking towards the kids that are older than the rest, "If you can, pick up one of the younger ones and stay close to us. We're getting out of here!"

The older kids are in shock, but quickly listen to instructions and each picking up one of the younger children. Robyn, Cait, and I do the same. Carrying two each. Loris manages to carry three.

"Where's Y/n!?" Robyn asks looking around which makes me begin to panic.

"*cough* *cough* I'm *cough* here!" I hear and I am barely able to see Y/n holding the kid close to her; her gas mask placed on the girls face.

"Are you alr-" Cait goes to ask, but is interrupted by more rumbling.

"I'm fine! Let's go!" Y/n yells and we all quickly rush back to the tunnel we came from much faster since there is no resistance from any of the gang members.

We all quickly rush down the path we came in from. I can hear the mine beginning to collapse behind us as we run for lives, and I can feel the two kids I am carrying hold onto me tighter. Soon we see the end and we all simultaneously increase our pace at the sign of escape.

We all run out and far away from the tunnel before finally stopping after the tunnel collapses.

"That was a close one." Loris says as we all catch a breather and the young children cry from that near death experience. Robyn pulls out a flare and shoots it into the sky to signal for help and I turn to one of the older kids, who is still holding onto a child.

"Was this all of them?" I ask, afraid of the answer I will get, but luckily they nod their head which makes me let out a breath of relief.

"Y/n!" Robyn yells and I look to see Y/n kneeling on the ground and only being held up by that little girl, Isha, if I remember correctly. On her back I see blood stains and the impact of fragments from the bomb embedded through her jacket and an injured leg.

i'M fInE, jUsT a ScRaTcH.

I set down the kids I am holding before rushing to her, Cait does the same. We both take a look at her injuries and by the look Cait gives me we're both thinking the same thing.

"It's bad Vi. She needs help. Now."

3rd Person

"So you boys got an idea on what you're going to present for the Innovator's Competition?" Vander asks as the young adults sit together at the bar.

"I'm still trying to figure it out." Ekko says which make Benzo, sitting off to the side with Silco, laugh.

"Hah! Got that right. You should see him at his desk; looks like his head is gonna blow up." Benzo teases, making Ekko roll his eyes.

"Me and Mylo got an idea for mutated plants. Been working on it for awhile, but it's not working right yet." Claggor says sounding a little disappointed at the progress he and Mylo are making.

"What about you Powder? You jumping in the ring?" Vander asks the blue haired girl who has her mind elsewhere, causing Ekko to slightly nudge her.

"Huh, what?"

"Vander was asking if you're gonna participate in the Innovator's Competition." Ekko explains to her.

"Oh. Um. I don't know yet. Maybe." Powder answers before staring back down at the bar counter. Vander, Silco, and Ekko catching the strange behavior. The brothers give Ekko a look, and Ekko only gives a slight shrug.

"Well. I'm sure whatever you all come up with, will be great." Silco says with a slight raise of his glass to them.

As the conversation shifts, Ekko leans towards Powder.

"Hey, you alright?" he asks with concern in his voice. Powder gives a complicated expression before sighing.

"I don't know. I-I've just had something bugging my mind recently." she says which gets a sympathetic look from Ekko. Hinting that he has been having the same problem.

"Yeah..... this might sound weird, but, does it have to do with Y/n?" he asks, the name once again feeling too familiar even when saying it out loud. Powder gives a smirk and raises a brow at Ekko.

"Oh? You thinking of other girls?"

"No! No, that's not wha-"

"I'm just kidd'in. But yeah it is. How'd you know?" Powder asks, and Ekko breathes a sigh of relief that he didn't mess up.

"It's been the same for me. Hard to think sometimes, even when I'm working with the professor . It's been bothering me. They look familiar. Sound familiar. It-It's like-"

"You should know them? Like, really, know them?"

"Yes! It's been driving me crazy."

"Me too..... maybe we just gotta get our minds off of them? Do something fun? You free today?" Powder asks looking at Ekko with hope.

"Sure. Maybe a date will get our minds off of it." Ekko says as he pockets his notebook and offers a hand to Powder, making her smile.

Powder grabs his hand and sta-

*SLAM*

The whole bar turns to the entrance at the sudden loud noise. Standing at the entrance is a clearly out of breath Caitlyn and Vi, who is holding an unconscious Y/n on her back. Vi makes eye contact with Vander.

"Dad! She needs help!"

All of the close family's eyes gravitate to the unconscious girl on Vi's back. Powder and Ekko both immediately panicking internally at the sight of her. Not because they're scared of her, but for her.

"Bring her to the back! Gert handle the bar!" Vander instructs and both Vi and Caitlyn quickly rush to the backroom. Gert starts to clear out the bar as the close family all follow behind Vi, now being able to see the injuries on Y/n's back, causing Vander to quickly clear a large table, "Set her down here. Gently."

Claggor and Mylo both quickly help Vi unload Y/n from her back and set her down gently. Now all of her wounds clear to see for everyone in the room. Powder squeezes Ekko's hand as she scans over all the wounds and blood. That familiar voice once again going through their head; the same goes for the others in the room.

"Nothin' about that looks good" Benzo says as he looks a the girl in sympathy.

"What happened?" Silco asks as he get's closer to examine the wounds.

"Some guy threw a bomb. Loris hit it away, but it ended up landing near a little girl she knew. She rushed to pick her up and took most of the blow. It-It looked really bad and I didn't know any other doctor nearby to help her so I ran here," Vi explains while it being very clear that she is out of breath, "Can you help her?"

Silco looks at Y/n's unconscious face and that same feeling he has for the rest of the children raised in this bar rises. He doesn't ponder on it before nodding his head and looking to Powder.

"Powder, I need you to head over to my lab. You remember what I taught you about medicine?" he asks and gets a nod, "Then you already know what I will need. Go," He says and Powder nods again before giving one last long look at Y/n's form before rushing off, "Claggor and Mylo go see if you can find the professor around the area and send him here if you do," they nod before rushing off, "Ms. Kiramman go across the bridge and see if you can find Viktor and send him here as fast as possible," Cait quickly rushes off as well, "I'm going to need to cut her clothes off to get a better look at her injuries. Unless you think you can help with her wounds, step out of the room." he says as he pulls out a knife from his coat.

Both Vi and Benzo go to step out, Benzo doing his best to comfort her from her state of stress. Now leaving Vander, Ekko and Silco left.

"Alright. I don't know if I will be able to help, but we just need to make sure she's stable until more help arrives. Understood?" Silco asks both Vander and Ekko and get's nods from both.

"Will....Will she really be alright?" Ekko asks as he moves closer to get a better look at the injuries.

"The longer we talk the worse she gets." Silco says as he begins cutting Y/n's clothes.

"Right. She'll be fine." Ekko says before walking up to help Silco and Vander.

"She'll be fine."

Hope you enjoyed.

#arcane au #yandere arcane #yandere arcane x reader #yandere claggor #yandere ekko #yandere mylo #yandere powder #yandere silco #yandere vander #yandere vi

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djmaliksmix · 2 months ago

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heyyyyyyyy, i would love to do a writing request about paul mescal x wife reader, paul and the reader have already had 4 children, but this last one was born about 3 months ago (it really doesn't matter to me), and the reader feels very insecure about her postpartum body, since maybe she has a little more fat in her stomach, legs, hips, etc,. She also feels very insecure about having her breasts much bigger and saggy, and she also has stretch marks all over her body. and paul makes her feel better, like saying "that she should feel proud since she gave him 4 beautiful babies” or idk🥺

OMGGG THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA!! YES I CAN DEFINITELY DO THIS :) TYSM FOR THE SUGGESTION 😁

Paul Mescal x female!reader (postpartum)

warnings: fluff, crying, lots of reassurance LMFAO, and one curse word

A/n: Hey everyone!! I just wanted to first thank you guys for the notes on my last fic! Ily all sm and Im so grateful you guys liked the fic 😽 ! Anyways I wanted to write this fic bc it was quick and I’m still planning out my 2nd chapter for “where the light enters” but it will come soon I promise!! :) anyways hope you guys enjoy this quick Paul fic 😁

The soft hum of the baby monitor was a constant backdrop as you stood in front of the full-body mirror. The warm glow of the bedside lamp lit up the room, projecting a golden hue on the walls. It was finally quiet, a rare moment of stillness after another chaotic day.

The house had fallen into a calm hush, with your older children, Luca and Kai tucked in after a whirlwind evening of wrestling matches that left them both in fits of giggles, and Diana, your spirited three-year-old, snug under her blankets after insisting on yet another bedtime story.

Then there was Laila, your sweet three-month-old. She’d only just settled after separate hours of breast feeding and fussing, her tiny body finally relaxing in her crib.

With everyone asleep, the house should have felt like a haven of peace. Yet here you were, staring at your reflection, feeling everything but tranquil.

Your eyes roamed over the unfamiliar curves of your body. Your stomach was softer than before, a rounded reminder of Laila’s recent presence in your stomach. Your hips had widened, your thighs were fuller, and even your arms seemed different—softer, less toned. You ran your hands over the fabric of your loose shirt, tugging at the hem as though pulling it further down could hide the parts of yourself you weren’t ready to face.

You didn’t hear Paul enter the room until his voice broke the silence, warm and familiar.

“Hello love.” He said voice soft, and closed the door behind him gently.

You were startled slightly and glanced over your shoulder, forcing a small smile. “Hey” you replied quickly, smiling.

Paul frowned, his sharp blue eyes scanning your face as he walked toward you. He’d just finished his nightly routine of checking on the kids—making sure Luca wasn’t still messing through his toys and making noise, that Kai had used the restroom before bed, and helping Diana check“the monsters under the bed” so she could sleep peacefully and not climb into their bed at 2 in the morning. But now, his focus was entirely on you.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked gently, his brows furrowing.

You hesitated, unsure if you wanted to voice the thoughts swirling in your mind. “It’s silly,” you said finally, turning back toward the mirror and crossing your arms over your chest.

Paul stepped closer, standing just behind you. His hands found your shoulders, warm and steady. “If it’s bothering you, it’s not silly. Talk to me.”

Your eyes dropped to the floor, your voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t feel like myself anymore.” You said sitting on the bed.

His brow furrowed deeper, concern etched into every line of his face. “What do you mean?”

You gestured toward your body, unable to meet his gaze. “This. My body. It’s changed so much since Laila. I don’t recognize it anymore. My stomach, my hips, my legs��everything feels…different. Wrong.” Your voice cracked, and you swallowed hard. “I know I just had a baby, but…I feel like I’ve lost the person I used to be.”

“Physically and mentally”

“I feel unlovable and lonely Paul.” You sighed, not looking at him at first, just looking at the ground.

You knew if you looked into his eyes you would burst into tears.

Paul didn’t say anything right away, and the silence felt heavy. When you finally glanced up at him, his expression was unreadable. Then, with a tenderness that made your chest ache, he cupped your face in his hands.

“Y/N,” he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “First of all, there’s nothing on this earth, even in this universe, that I adore more than you.”

“You are the reason I am who I am. We were made for each other.”

You smiled faintly, your eye bags lessening as the corners of your mouth went up.

You frowned again as you stared at the wall.

Frankly, you were depressed.

You shook your head, blinking back tears. “Paul—”

“No, listen to me,” he interrupted gently. “This body of yours has carried and brought four incredible children into the world. Four. It’s been through so much—so much love, so much strength. How can you not see how amazing that is?”

Tears welled in your eyes, threatening to spill over. “I know that logically. I do. But when I look at myself, all I see are the flaws. The things that aren’t the same.”

Paul’s jaw tightened, and his thumbs brushed away the tears that escaped down your cheeks. “Then let me tell you what I see,” he said, his voice steady but fierce. “I see the woman who’s been my partner through everything. The woman who makes Kai feel proud when he shows her his art, who teaches Luca to find wonder in the smallest things, and who turns Diana’s tantrums into laughter. The woman who stays up all night feeding Laila, even when she’s completely exhausted. The woman who loves her family so much it shows in every part of her being.”

A soft laugh escaped you, shaky but genuine. “You’re just saying that.”

“You’re a good fucking actor.” You said chuckling, tying in all of this to his job.

Paul shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I mean every word, love. You are so much more than you give yourself credit for. You’re beautiful. You’re strong. And I’ll remind you of that every single day if I have to.”

Laila’s soft cries escaped through the baby monitor, breaking the moment. Paul glanced toward it, then back at you.

“You stay here,” he said, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. “I’ll get her.”

Before you could protest, he was already out the door, leaving you standing there, your chest a little lighter and your heart somewhat fuller.

You stood up and turned back to the mirror, looking at your reflection with new eyes. The changes were still there—the curves, the softness—but this time, you didn’t feel the same weight of insecurity, but felt it all at the same time.

From the baby monitor, Paul’s soothing voice filtered through. “Oh, Laila, did you miss Daddy? What’s the matter, little one?”

You smiled at the sound of his voice, soft and meaningful. Wanting nothing but peace and love for his new baby girl that he loved with all of his heart.

Paul’s footsteps were slow and steady as he made his way down the hallway. The door creaked softly as he returned. When he finally stepped back into your bedroom, he paused for a moment, his eyes finding you standing up, putting clothes away, but still looking sad.

Laila’s cries had quieted, and the house was peaceful again, but the weight of your earlier conversation lingered between the two of you, unspoken.

Paul smiled softly as he approached, his hands finding yours, his touch warm and comforting. “She’s finally settled,” he said quietly, his thumb brushing across the back of your hand. “I think she just wanted a little extra snuggle tonight.”

You nodded, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips, but you didn’t meet his gaze right away. Instead, your attention was drawn back to your reflection in the mirror in front of you. You still couldn’t shake the feeling that you had lost something within yourself—that your body, the one that had carried your four children, had somehow become foreign to you.

Paul, sensing your unease, stepped closer, his hand gently cupping your chin, lifting it so you could look at him. His eyes, full of love and understanding, locked with yours, and you saw the tenderness that had always been there. The tenderness that you had come to rely on through every change, every challenge.

“You know I see you, right?” he asked softly, his voice low and full of emotion.

You blinked, surprised by his words. “What do you mean?”

“I see you,” he repeated, stepping even closer, his presence radiating warmth. “Not just the way you look. I see you for everything you are—everything you’ve been to me, to Luca, Kai, Diana, and Laila. You’re more than just a body. You’re a soul. I’ll never stop seeing that.”

You felt the weight of his words settle deep into your chest. His love was unwavering, always. And even in your most vulnerable moments, he had a way of reminding you just how much you were worth.

He stepped back for a moment, giving you space, but his hand didn’t leave yours. He tugged gently, pulling you toward the bed. “Come lay with me,” he said, his voice soft and inviting. “I’m not going anywhere. We’ll figure this out together.”

You nodded, getting in on your side of the bed. Once you were laid down, Paul took off his shirt and was just in sweats. He laid beside you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you closer into his side. The warmth of his embrace comforted you, a silent promise that no matter what, you weren’t alone in this.

“I know things are changing,” he said after a beat, his fingers gently brushing through your hair. “But change isn’t a bad thing. It’s a new chapter. One where we continue to build something beautiful, something bigger than ourselves.”

The silence that followed was comfortable, a peaceful lull that wrapped itself around you both.

You leaned into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your own, and for the first time in a while, you allowed yourself to believe his words. You let yourself trust that the love you shared with him was enough to see you through the changes, enough to remind you of the strength you carried within.

With a soft sigh, you closed your eyes, feeling the exhaustion of the day settle over you. Paul’s hand gently rubbed your back as you let your mind quiet. Your body on his bare chest. In that moment, you felt the peace that had been missing—a peace that came from the knowledge that you were loved, exactly as you were.

“I love you, Y/N,” Paul whispered, his lips pressing softly against your temple.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, your voice soft but steady. And for the first time in a long while, you believed it—every word, every emotion, every piece of the love you shared.

In the silence of the night, with the sound of your children breathing softly in their rooms and Paul’s arms wrapped around you, you finally allowed yourself to rest. You were enough. And in his eyes, you definitely always would be.

a/n: I hope you guys loved it! Next time (after the Lu cius series ofc) I think I should write one shots of Paul and his gf (y/n) doing activities and doing couple stuff! I think that would be adorable!! But anyways chapter 2 of “where the light enters” will be coming soon! Ty for the support ! Im so grateful. 🙂🤍

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thirteenis-myluckynumber · 11 months ago

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Wedding vows

Man, choosing a gif is harder than I thought *cries*

Pairing: Nie Huaisang x f!reader

Word Count: 4856 words

Warnings/tags: fluff, just love all around, Chinese wedding ensues, suggestive content, smut, this one is nsfw minors dni

Notes: (C/N)-your clan's name, (Y/N)-your name

A/N: This is the 2nd part of Proposal. You can read this is as a stand-alone, but some context might be lost. I can't believe its done, have a feast, dears!

Special thanks to this post, for providing information about Chinese weddings. I did take some liberties, but at least I did it knowingly.

It's been almost a month now that you were living in the Unclean Realm. Your brother agreed, begrudgingly at first, to let you go before the wedding because he saw how painful it was for you to stay away from your soon-to-be husband. In the end, he saw it was the right decision to let you get used to your new home beforehand.

Just one week before the wedding basically everything was turned upside down in the Unclean Realm. Both you and Nie Huaisang took part in the planning as there were no close relative of his who could take on the task. He, of course, had an exceptionally good eye for decoration, and while he was busy with clan leader's stuff, you coordinated the disciples and servants when needed.

You quickly got used to the almost colourless picture of the Unclean Realm and appreciated the calmly elegant black-grey-silver colours of your new home. The vivid red and gold decorations of the upcoming wedding, hinted with a little bit of silver, almost felt weirdly out of place now. As you entered the main hall to check on the servants' progress before retiring for the night, you stopped in awe at the entrance. Almost everything was in place now, only some adjustments were needed here and there. A huge smile spread across your face, as you couldn't help but imagine yourself entering the hall on Huaisang's arm, dressed in beautiful red and every guest's attention on you.

Speaking of Huaisang, you wondered what he was doing, as you haven't seen him all day. You decided to check on him before returning to your chambers. As you passed down the hallways, the servants were busy lighting some lanterns for the night. The sky already started to darken, and they politely greeted you as you passed them by. The guards also haven't paid attention to you, you were allowed to move freely, and they quickly got used to your presence after you moved in.

When you approached Huaisang's door, you knocked lightly to let him know of your presence but didn't actually wait for him to open the door himself. With guards present, his door was unlocked so you figured he hasn't retired for the night yet. You entered and instantly noticed his sitting form by the desk. He seemed to be completely engrossed in something, which you assumed was official documents. A light, calming incense could be smelled in the air of the warmly lit room. As you stepped closer, you noticed the not-so-neatly scattered papers on the table and some even around it on the ground. You also noticed a brush and ink, probably for writing letters. His usual fan also sat discarded on the edge of the table. Yes, he was definitely working all day, you concluded.

You stepped next to the table on his left side and shot a quick glance at the paper in front of him. It was clearly clan business. He only became aware of your presence in that moment, and he looked up at you with a tired but happy smile playing on the edge of his lips.

"Miss (C/N), it's so good to see you! Only you can make this miserable day better!"

"Oh, Huaisang, I'm sorry you had to work all day! I stopped by the main hall, and everything is almost completely ready now. You should check it out tomorrow. What's all this anyway?" You asked gesturing at the scattered papers all around his desk.

"You wouldn't believe it! Almost all of this are letters offering support, inquiring about accommodation, or asking for details about the banquet. There are also official papers about finances and clan politics. And I have to sort these out before the wedding! Why does everybody want a piece of me?"

"Hmm, I think," you pretended to think hard while you sat down next to him on the ground, "you are quite a catch."

He let out a disbelieving sound, but you continued, counting on your fingers.

"You are wealthy, the leader of one of the four big clans, a clever and intelligent man, you are a very talented artist, you have great taste in clothing, you do what you need to but don't meddle in other's business, you are funny and kind. Oh, and have I mentioned exceptionally handsome?"

"Ahh, stop, stop, stop, stop!" He protested, nose scrunched up and hands held out in front of his chest.

You let out a short laugh because of his adorably childish attitude and turned your body so you were sitting face to face now. You reached out and grabbed his hands. So warm and soft, they fit perfectly into yours.

"I'm serious," you said looking into his eyes.

And he believed you. His face straightened out, his eyes searching yours, lips parted only a tiny bit in awe, but you couldn't help but notice. He also noticed where you were looking, his eyes wandering down to your lips in turn. When your eyes met again, you could see the question in his eyes and you leaned closer to him, a barely noticeable movement. But that's all he needed. The next moment he leaned in, and his lips were on yours, hands moving around your waist to pull you closer. You gasped, one hand touching his chest for purchase, the other reaching up to cradle his cheek. His kisses were slow and sensual.

"I don't think you should praise me this much. I might become overly confident," he whispered into your lips between kisses.

"Well, surely we don't need another peacock."

You let go of each other's lips and burst out laughing, your foreheads touching the whole time.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

The day of the wedding arrived quickly. As you were getting ready with help of your maids, you listened to the commotion outside as guests continued to arrive. Everyone had to settle in their temporary rooms and led to the main hall where the wedding will take place. Once everyone was here the ceremony started while food and drinks were being prepared by the servants for the following banquet.

You were quite nervous because basically the whole cultivation world will witness your union. At least the other three big clans, the Lanling Jin, the Gusu Lan and the Yunmeng Jiang were obviously invited, and some of the smaller clans too thanks to your side. Jiang Wanyin was Huaisang's old friend, while Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao were Nie Mingjue's sworn brothers so you were sure they will be attending. Lan Wangji apparently made up some excuse, so he didn't need to come and if you were honest, you liked it this way. His achievements certainly deserved respect, but he was famously uninterested in, even disgusted by celebrations which involved lively music and drinking.

Putting on the wedding dress was the quickest part of the whole procedure as braiding your hair in the Nie style and preparing your make-up took a few hours. Finally, your head was covered with a red veil to complete the look. Soon you were being led out to meet your husband the entrance of the main hall. Nervousness rose in your chest, but it subsided somewhat when you arrived. You were signaled to stop, and you felt warm hands gently wrapping around yours.

"Huaisang?" Your words came out as barely a whisper because somehow you felt like the wedding atmosphere shouldn't be bothered by talking.

"I'm here," he answered in kind and squeezed your hand a little as reassurance before wrapping a soft red silk ribbon around your wrist. It was to ensure you won't trip as you could barely see anything through your veil, and it also symbolised your union.

You only noticed the soft music and light chatter in the background when you started to walk up the few stairs leading to the main hall. But the hushed voices completely stopped when you stepped into the hall. Thankfully you knew how the room was prepared, so you remembered that you only had to take a few steps before you reached the pillows placed on the ground for you to perform your bows. Huaisang also made sure to make measured movements and helped you the best he could in signalling when you needed to stop walking and kneel down.

Being led by Huaisang while you almost couldn't see anything felt strangely romantic to you, like he was the only person in the whole world you could trust and to whom you could give complete control over yourself. This vulnerability felt frightening at first as you could feel every guest's eyes on your back, like realizing a dangerous predator is stalking you in the forest. But soon your senses focused completely on Huaisang. You could almost feel his warmth radiating through the cloth that bound your hands together.

You bowed in sync, first to pay respect to Heaven and Earth, second to Huaisang's parents, and finally to each other. You stood up and felt your legs shaking from relief and happiness. You were married! You still couldn't believe it. Soon you heard the commotion as your guests stood up and drank a cup of liquor to your marriage. One by one they approached you to congratulate you and wish you health and happiness. Huaisang held your hand in his and you could feel his palm was sweaty from nerves, but you didn't mind. You thanked the guests for their well-wishes and also said farewell. You recognized some of the voices and you were glad that your husband will be taken care of by people like Lan Xichen and Jiang Wanyin during the banquet.

The few hours you spent alone, sitting in silence on your now shared bed in Nie Huaisang's room felt like a relief after the ceremony. So far everything went well, you completed the wedding without any mishaps, and you hoped that everything goes smoothly at the banquet too. Time flew by surprisingly quickly while you meditated. Your focus was disturbed by muffled voices coming through the closed door. When it slid open, you could hear the finishing sentences of the two people's conversation outside.

"Don't be nervous. Everything will be fine," you recognized the soft and calm voice of Jin Guangyao.

"Thank you, San-ge," replied Huaisang, and closed the door behind him as he stepped into the room.

He didn't move for a few seconds and the anticipation in you grew stronger and stronger. You were patient the whole day, but now you just wanted to finally see him, see him in his wedding robes. He walked closer, ever so slow, hesitation palpable. In the dim light of the candles, you could see his silhouette when he stepped in front of you. You felt it when he finally grabbed your veil at the sides and with a quick motion, he lifted it up, letting it float down to the floor.

You were not one of those old traditional couples in the sense that you already knew each other before the wedding. Yet now, when both of you finally looked at each other, it felt like seeing a heavenly being for the first time. Wide eyes, lips parted you marvelled at each other's beauty. He has seen you in your dress during the ceremony, but your face adorned with tasteful make-up and your hair decorated with jewelry, braided specially to signify you were now the wife of a Nie took his breath away. You, on the other hand, had to take in his full visage. His red robes, with gold and black woven in, were of a thinner material than his usual attire, so it perfectly accentuated his snatched waist and wide shoulders. The guan in his hair were gold and it had a bolder style than his usual silver ones, just like the braids. When your gaze stopped at his face your breath hitched in your throat because of the open love and desire you saw in his eyes.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he finally spoke, his voice low.

"I...," you had to clear your throat after not speaking for such a long time, "we should drink the alcohol," you managed to say, standing up and walking to the table nervously.

You poured the fine liquor into two small cups and handed one to Huaisang. He took it gently and waited for you with his arm held out. You joined him, holding your own cup, and you intertwined your arms as you drank the alcohol with one gulp. When you finished you looked at each other, arms still linked and smiled, feeling the tension of the day leaving your body. You almost knocked your heads together as you wanted to put the cups down back on the table at the same time.

"We should sit down," he suggested, but the suggestion sounded like a tentative question.

You nodded your head. He must be tired after entertaining your guests, you thought. Luckily, he was not drunk so his friends must have kept a close eye on him. He could also direct some of his qi to get rid of the alcohol, but that also exhausted him after a while. You knew what was expected of you on your wedding night, but you didn't want to pressure him if he felt too tired after such a long day.

So, you sat on the edge of your bed in silence for a few moments before you felt his hand reaching out for yours. You flicked your gaze over where your hand rested on the bed between your bodies. His hand was not much bigger than yours but still big enough to cradle yours, and you always marveled at how soft and warm they felt. You noticed how his other hand were playing with the jade pendant hanging from his belt and you moved your free hand to gently lay on his thigh. You intended to soothe his nerves, but the moment your hand connected with his leg, you felt his muscles twitch. You looked up into his eyes and what you saw made your breath quicken. His dark brown eyes looked almost completely black now as his pupils widened. For a split second his gaze moved down to your mouth, and you did the same in return. You noticed how his lips relaxed, opening only the slightest amount and you found yourself wanting to kiss him so bad. When your gazes met again, he leaned towards you slowly, still holding your gaze, gauging your reaction.

And your lips connected.

It felt like fireworks exploded between you. You felt how his hand pushed yours into the mattress as he leaned in closer, his body weight shifting to his arm between you. His other arm sneaked around your waist to pull you closer, as he always did when you were kissing, only this time the kiss was different. It was much more forceful, brave, and charged with desire.

When you let go of each other's lips for a moment, both of you were breathing hard.

"I love you so much. You are the best thing in my life," he breathed into your lips, and you swore you saw his eyes shining.

"I love you too, I love you-," you said in return, the last syllable muffled as he captured your lips again.

Sitting with your feet on the ground while your body turned towards him started to feel uncomfortable, so you moved to sit on his lap, not letting go of his lips or hand for a second. When you settled your weight on his thighs, he moved his hands to your cheeks at first, then moved them down to your neck, tracing your collar bones with his fingers. You grabbed onto his robes and let go of his lips with a sigh. His hands moved away immediately, thinking his touch were unwelcome.

"Don't stop. It... felt good," you said nervously and smiled shyly at him.

This time he moved his hands to your waist, where the sash held your garments together.

"May I?" He asked seriously, his voice trembling a little.

You gulped and nodded your head rapidly. His touch was featherlight, you almost couldn't feel it when he reached for the opening of your sash and carefully removed it. The material of your robe loosened, and he moved to remove your outer garment entirely. You realized you were sitting on the skirt, so you needed to stand back up if you wanted to remove the whole thing.

"I need to get up to get this out of the way," you said to him when he freed your arms and only your undershirt remained on the upper half of your body.

You quickly realized that part of his nervousness came from the fact that he didn't want to scare you away, so you warned him of your intentions beforehand. He nodded and reluctantly let go of you as you stood up from his lap.

The room was warm, but you still felt a slight chill as your outer robe descended to the floor. The coldness faded when you looked into Huaisang's fiery gaze and the air suddenly felt impossibly hot as he stepped closer to you. His hands moved to your shoulders, gently caressing them and slowly moving towards your chest. Your breath quickened, his light touches searing hot through your thin undergarment. A shiver ran through your whole body as his hands gently cradled your soft breasts and he sucked in a sharp breath when your nipples hardened under his thumbs.

"Please, Huaisang, I want to feel your touch on my skin!" You felt a little embarrassed about how whiny your voice sounded, but you wanted to show him how much you wanted his touch.

He leaned in to kiss at your jawline and neck while his hands deftly removed your undergarments. As your clothes pooled around your ankles, he took a step back to admire your naked body. You suddenly felt self-conscious, and your hands instinctively moved to cover yourself up. Huaisang noticed it and took your hands into his to stop you.

"Don't be shy. I still can't believe I've managed to get myself such a beautiful and intelligent wife" he said, looking into your eyes the whole time.

You wanted to say something witty and clever, but the moment felt too sincere for it, so instead you answered:

"Don't forget that I wanted to be yours."

He stepped closer to you again, his mouth finding yours. He kissed you like a drowning man, never wanting to let go of you. His hands roamed over every part of your body he could reach and you wanted to finally touch his skin too. Your hands tugged on the lapels of his dress, signalling you wanted it off. He broke the kiss when he felt a more insistent tug.

"Take it off!" You managed to breath out and he chuckled at your insistence.

"You want more of me, huh?" He asked with that cocky self-assurance he only used with his closest friends back at Cloud Recesses.

You crossed your arms across your chest with a defiant look and you must have looked funny standing like that while being stark naked. But it worked, and Huaisang looked at you as if he were saying "Fine, fine," and reached for his belt. The strength gradually left your arms as you watched him undress, and by the time he only had his white underrobe on, your arms were hanging by your side.

When he moved to remove it too, you couldn't just stand there anymore and stepped in front of him, grabbing onto his hands. Your sudden movement startled him a little as his focus were completely on his clothes. You reached for the cloth that bound his underrobe together and undid it slowly, looking into his eyes the whole time. He moved his hands out of the way and followed the path of yours with his eyes as you reached up to his shoulders, pushing the light fabric down.

And he stood there only in a pair of white trousers, chest bare, skin like pristine jade, accentuated by his dark hair cascading down his back. You couldn't help but marvel at his beauty. As a healer you saw many men and women in various stages of undress, mostly injured soldiers. At those times your interest was not particularly focused on their looks, but you remembered how strong and muscular they were. Now, as you were looking at your husband's bare upper body, you realised that you never really found them attractive. Compared to them Huaisang had a soft body, but his chest was nicely toned and you could see the lean muscles of his arms.

You reached up and traced his collar bones with your fingers then moved downwards and stopped on his chest. You could feel how strong and fast his heart was beating under your right palm. His skin was so soft, smooth and warm, you couldn't help but tenderly caress the shape of his pecs, noticing how his small nipples stood at attention from your touch, much like yours before. You slowly slid your hands down to his stomach, following the made-up path of the cute little moles that were scattered everywhere on his skin. You felt the muscles tensing under the skin of his stomach as you went even lower, stopping where a soft patch of dark hair disappeared under the band of his underpants. As you ran your fingers over his happy trail, loving how the soft hairs tickled your fingertips, you heard Huaisang biting back a whiny moan. Your eyes moved back to his face and oh, what you saw took your breath away. He bit down on his lower lip, eyebrows furrowed, as he watched with half-lidded eyes where your hands were going.

You moved your hands out of your line of sight and your gaze lowered past the waist of his pants. He was already hard enough to form a nicely visible tent in his pants. You realised there was no turning back if you took the next step and it scared you a little, but also made you incredibly excited. You wanted it and you wanted him, but it still surprised you how boldly you reached down and caressed him lightly through his pants. This time his moan was deeper, more guttural, and he almost literally fell on you as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. Your knowledge was mostly medical about how the male body worked, so the late-night conversations with your already married friends came in handy. You felt proud about how much your touch affected Huaisang. Your next caress was a little firmer and you felt him twitch under your palm. Gathering his every strength, Huaisang stepped back and pulled you towards the bed.

"(Y/N), please, it's been too long, and I fear I won't last long if you keep this up. I want all of you tonight. Can I show you how much?"

"Okay," your voice was barely a whisper, and you let yourself being laid down on the bed.

Huaisang quickly got rid of his remaining garments and carefully removed the intricate guan, now only a black silk ribbon keeping his hair together. As he climbed on top of you, you instinctively opened your legs to make room for him as he rested his weight on his elbows next to your shoulders. This way he was the only thing you could see, but there was nothing else you wished to see at this moment. A large amount of his long hair fell over his shoulders and caressed your cheeks. He was so beautiful as a soft smile played on his lips and you reached up to kiss him. It quickly turned heated and Huaisang soon left your lips in order to kiss all over your face and neck. Then he moved lower and grabbed one of your breasts with his hand while he occupied his mouth with sucking on the other nipple. Your sighs of pleasure encouraged him to move his hand lower while his mouth kept playing with your nipples.

At first your hips shied away from his touch but when his deft fingers found the most pleasurable spot between your legs you couldn't bite back a moan. His mouth left your breasts as he moved to carefully watch your reaction while his other hand kept your legs in place.

"You are doing amazing, you are so wet already," he praised and slowly pushed his index finger inside you.

"Huaisang...," you moaned his name as you watched his finger disappear inside you.

This was something you already tried yourself on lonely nights but the fact that it was his finger made the experience completely different and so much better. He moved his finger slowly in and out of you and when you felt like you couldn't take it anymore, he removed his hand. You whined at the sudden loss of contact, but he moved back on top of you and kissed the complaints off of your lips.

"Are you ready?" He asked, and you were never this sure about anything in your life.

"Yes, I want you, please."

He reached down and guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing it over your wetness, using your combined arousal as a lubricant. Even this little delay and the feeling of his hot member so close to where you wanted it made you squirm. He was looking into your eyes the whole time and you saw how he had to fight he urge to close them when he started to finally push inside you. He was slow and careful, and when he was fully seated inside both of you stopped to catch your breaths. The stretch was unfamiliar but not unpleasant. You moaned when you felt his cock twitching and your insides tightened around him in response. Now it was his turn to let out a shaky breath as he let his forehead rest against yours. He simply couldn't hold his composure anymore, so he slowly started to pull out and push back again. At first you felt a tiny prick of pain, but it soon faded and was replaced by pure pleasure. And he was quick to react to your signs, so when you reached up and grabbed onto his hair to find support, he knew he found that special spot. Soon you were a moaning mess, being so close to your release and he was no different, his skin shining from sweat and strands of his hair sticking to his cheeks and neck.

"a-Sang!" You repeated over and over, and finally hearing you calling him that, it was enough to push him through the edge.

He sealed your lips in a desperate kiss, one of his hands reaching down to rub your clit, his other arm shaking from the effort of keeping his body from fully collapsing on top of you. The feeling of his desperate thrusts, his hand on your most sensitive spot and his shaky moans calling your name finally triggered your orgasm. You felt your inner walls clenching impossibly tight around him and you desperately clawed at his back, not really caring at that moment if you were leaving marks on his skin.

He collapsed on top you, the last of his strength leaving his body as both of you tried to catch your breath. Your vision slowly cleared, and the ringing disappeared from your eyes as you subconsciously caressed his head and shoulders. He burrowed his head into the crook of your neck, and you swore you could hear him practically purring like a cat.

The air in the room slowly started to dry off the sweat from your bodies and it soon made you both shiver. Huaisang rolled off of you with a series of unintelligible whines and went to fetch a cloth to clean yourselves up. He wetted it with the prepared warm water and carefully cleaned your most sensitive spots. He couldn't help but leave some lazy kisses around your hips and thighs in the process and the feeling of his gentle touches were almost enough to lull you into sleep.

He quickly cleaned himself up too and climbed back into the bed next to you, pulling the luxurious covers over your naked bodies. You moved to lay your head on his chest, positioning your ear over his heart, its steady beating made you feel completely safe. He sneaked his arms around you, pulling you even closer. You looked up at him and you smiled at how his hair was a complete mess now, yet he looked so handsome in the faint glow of the candlelight, his eyes shining with so much love you thought your chest will explode because of it.

"Thank you, tonight was incredible," you said as you drew small patterns on his chest with your fingers.

You swore you could see his ears redden even in the faint light, and you planted a soft kiss on his pecs before you fully relaxed in his arms.

"I love you a-(Y/N), get some sleep now," you heard him say before you fell into a blissful sleep.

THE END

ps. I have a half written morning-after snippet, let me know if you are interested and I'll finish it.

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thecordelialetters · 2 years ago

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˚✧₊MEGUMI'S GIRLFRIEND⁺˳✧༚

A short one-shot where you are Megumi’s Secret Girlfriend

★ pairing: Megumi x f!reader ( slight Yuta )

★ wc: 1.38k

No one expected Megumi to have a girlfriend. The guy had no rizz as Yuji would say. He had about as much personality as a block of stone. “Yah Megumi, tonight me and Nobara are headed out to Roppongi to go clubbing want to join?” Yuji asked his friend. They had just finished all their missions and would have off the next few days

“No, go on without me.”

It wasn’t unusual for Megumi to say no, so Yuji, Nobara, and the 2nd years went without him.

The next time the trio went on a mission they noticed Megumi couldn’t stay off his phone. It’s like he was glued to it.

“Who are you texting? You don’t have any friends besides us.” Nobara was just as nosey as Yuji when it came to Megumi’s personal life. And as usual, the response was “None of your business”.

The Jujutsu Sorcerer life was a tough one. If you found a partner that was great. Staying alive, working , and keeping your partner happy and safe was another challenge. But Megumi somehow did it. He loved you with all his heart. Made time for you. Took you on dates. He showed you a soft side that he had never shown anyone before. You and Megumi had been together for over a year and you had never met his friends and still didn’t know too much about his school life.

It was Friday and every Friday Megumi took you out on a date. It didn’t matter where, how long it was, or if he had a mission, he would always do something with you on Friday nights.

Last week he took you to the aquarium to look at the sharks, your favorite animal. You split a sandwich in the cafe ( cuz ur boi poor like his dad) and he bought you the cutest fluffiest shark plushie that currently sits on your bed.

However, this Friday was tough, he has just gotten back from a mission and was covered in bruises. After a short trip to Shoko, he made his way to your place to relax and watch on of your favorite movies, Legally Blonde. However this time, his absence did not go unnoticed by Yuji whose room was right next door.

The next morning Nobara and Yuji were walking to the training field to meet with Gojo and Yuji thought it was the perfect time to have a little gossip sesh. “Hey, Megumi snuck out last night.”

“What ? No way that guy definitely has no where to go. What do you think he doing?”

“I don’t know he’s been acting sort of weird”

“How so?”

“Well, For the last few months, he’s been going out on his own, staring at his phone a lot and sneaking out… MAYBE HE'S DEALING DRUGS”

After a quick wack in the head from Nobara “No freaking way he’s dealing, he’s probably reading new ways to train or something”

For the next weeks, the duo would stalk Megumi. They began noticing things. The slight blushes on the check after a sly phone call, the hint of lavender on his clothes when he came back to the school, a necklace in the shape of a heart he wore that was way too girly for him to buy himself.

It wasn’t until the next Friday that Yuji and Nobara decided to follow Megumi when he left. Dressed up in horrid disguises, they followed Megumi to the train station where he bought a small bouquet of daisies at the flower shop.

One… two… three…four… they counted four stops before the train arrived to shibuya.

“He went all the way to Shibuya? For what … the flowers? No way this guy is on a date…”

“Nobara! Hey he definitely is on a date! He got all dressed up and brought gifts!” Yuji replied as they both scurried after Megumi to avoid losing him in the crowd.

“No … way.” Yuji and Nobara’s jaws dropped as they saw a gorgeous woman run into Megumi’s arms before he swung her around, landing a small kiss on her head. The look in Megumi’s eyes and the expression on his face was something they hadn’t seen before. It was a look of pure love and adoration for this woman dressed in another Tokyo school uniform. The couple chatted a bit, you thanked Megumi for the flowers and gave him a swift kiss on his lips. Kissing Megumi was a treat, he was soft and gentle, but his arms around you were strong and protective. Almost as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

Yuji and Nobara were shell-shocked. Firstly Megumi had a girlfriend and DIDN’T TELL ANYONE and secondly, you were hot as fuck. No way a guy like Megumi could land you. But to you, it felt like it was the other way around. Megumi was perfect for you. He was a gentleman who showed you what love was and treated you with respect and kindness. It didn't help the fact that he adored everything about you.

After Yuji and Nobara got over their shock and gorged on food in Shibuya. They went back to Jujutsu High and gossiped more about you and Megumi.

Four months had passed and neither Megumi nor Yuji and Nobara brought you up. Yuji was waiting for Megumi to tell him on his own, and Nobara wanted to see how long Megumi could keep the secret for.

“Hello first years! We have a new student joining us today. Treat her well!” Gojo was never really good at intros. Stepping around Gojo there you stood in your own Jujutsu high uniform looking just as cute as when Yuji and Nobara first saw you. The duo almost broke their necks to look at Megumi but he showed no reaction, you didn’t either.

It wasn’t until you four headed to the training field to meet up with the 2nd years till Yuji and Nobara started whispering.

“How are they going to pretend they don’t even notice each other!?”

“They didn’t even look at each other!”

Dumbfounded, they watched as Yuta approach you with a friendly smile on his face. Standing a little too close he introduced himself. “Hi (y/n) I’m Yuta Okkotsu, 2nd year and special grade sorcerer.” Yuji and Nobara watched Megumi as a large tick appeared on his forehead. Seems as if Megumi was the jealous type. As you and Yuta conversed a little more the duo swore they saw steam rising from Megumi’s spikey hair. After 3 minutes and you laughing at Yuta's stuttering, Megumi stalked forward and grabbed you by the waist. His grip was firm, not too much to hurt you but enough to show Yuta that he was serious.

“Oi, (y/n) I see you’ve met Okkotsu-senpai.”

“Yes, Gumi I have! We were just taking about our abilities”

“Oh yeah, you’ve showed me them all the time. I know you abilities in and out. “

Panda , Maki, Inumaki, Yuji, and Nobara watched the interaction unfold and Megumi practically hovered over you.

“Megumi… or… Gumi he he… YOU DIDN’T TELL US YOU HAD A GIRLFRIEND.” Panda shouted.

“Oh yeah… I guess I didn’t. Well, everyone this is my girlfriend (y/n) we’ve been together a little over a year now.” Megumi confessed as he looked at you.

Yuji and Nobara sweated before shouting “We’ve been WAITING for you to finally admit that. It was eating us ALIVE.” This is definitely the longest secret the pair had kept.

Megumi chuckled “I know. I saw you guys following us on our date to Shibuya. You guys are shit whisperers and dressed like Sherlock Holmes…”

“YOU KNEW???!” At this point, Yuji and Nobara were shocked and accepted defeat. They needed to work on their spy skills.

“Yep, I knew I just wanted to see how long you guys could hold out for. But thank you. I just wanted to keep my girlfriend to myself but now that she’s here we’ll all my seeing more of each other” Megumi said as he grabbed your hand.

“I like your friends Gumi, they’re funny. I hope Yuji doesn’t mind me coming over to your room too often though. Don’t worry Yuji I’ll buy you some earplugs.” You said as you kissed Megumi on the cheek, effectively leaving everyone speechless.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk megumi #megumi #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #jujutsu megumi #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu yuji #yuji itadori #jjk nobara #nobara kugisaki #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #megumi x y/n #megumi x you

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brightlight-dazzlingeyes · 2 months ago

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you get what you give | franco colapinto

💾 synopsis: It’s 1997, and you’re in your last year of high school, working at Hot Topic, living in a one-sided feud with the boyish, too-charming Gap employee across the hall. Then the universe decides to ruin your life by making him your coworker. tags: kind-of-enemies-to-lovers, teen drama, 90s aesthetic, fluff (written in 2nd person but no mention of yn) | (around 3.7k words) | (nobody fact-check this, please, i was born in 2003, and i'm not american)

The first time you saw Franco, he was across the food court, leaning against the Gap counter like he was in a catalog. Some preppy kid with khakis that probably cost more than your entire paycheck, laughing at something a coworker said. Meanwhile, you were stuck behind the register at Hot Topic, trying to explain to a middle schooler that no, they couldn’t return their Metallica shirt just because their mom found it “too satanic.”

It wasn’t hate at first sight. Not exactly. It was more like… an allergy. Like every time you looked over at the Gap, there he was: Mr. Perfect Hair, smiling at customers like he actually liked them, folding sweaters like he loved his job. And every time he noticed you looking, he’d wave. Wave. Like you were best friends or something.

Alex, your coworker, thought it was hilarious. “Maybe he has a crush on you.”

“Or maybe he’s just annoying.”

“Both can be true.”

You ignored him, because whatever Franco’s deal was, you didn’t care. It’s not like Hot Topic and Gap were at war or anything, but they might as well have been. You sold fishnet tights and Slipknot hoodies. He sold pastel cardigans and golf hats. Oil and water. Cats and dogs. People who get the vibe and people who definitely don’t.

It became a thing, though. The waving. The smirking. The way he’d send clueless Gap customers to your store “because they seemed more… alternative.” You started sending preppy moms his way just to balance the universe.

But it all came to a head one Friday, right after you’d clocked in, when your manager pulled you into the back room.

“Got some news,” she said, all chipper like it wasn’t going to ruin your day.

“What?”

“We’re short-staffed, so I hired someone. He’s got retail experience, great attitude –”

And then, like the universe had it out for you, Franco walked in.

“Hey!” he said, all teeth and dimples, like this was some meet-cute and not a complete disaster.

You just stared.

It’s not every day your entire worldview gets flipped upside down, but here you are, staring at Franco in the Hot Topic break room like he’s some alien who crash-landed in the wrong parking lot. He’s got that same stupid perfect smile on his face, like this is totally normal. Like he belongs here. Spoiler: he absolutely does not.

“Hey,” he says, like it’s a regular Friday and not the start of your personal hell. “Guess we’re coworkers now.”

Coworkers.

Coworkers?!

You whip around to face your manager, who’s calmly flipping through a clipboard, completely oblivious to the emotional collapse happening two feet away.

“Is this a joke?” you ask, pointing at Franco. Like maybe someone’s about to jump out with a camera and yell: Gotcha!

“No joke,” your manager chirps. “Franco has retail experience, and he really impressed me in the interview.”

You look back at him. He’s still smiling. Why is he still smiling?

“You interviewed him?”

“Of course! We’re short-staffed, and Franco’s going to be a great addition to the team.”

You don’t even know where to start. The khakis. The tucked-in polo. The fact that he probably doesn’t know the difference between Nirvana and Nine Inch Nails. This guy is going to sell chokers?

“You’re kidding,” you mutter, but no one’s listening.

Franco finally speaks up, still with that ridiculous, infuriating charm.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fit right in. I mean, how hard can it be?”

Oh, he’ll fit right in, all right. About as well as a cat fits in a mosh pit.

It starts with the name tag.

Franco’s first obstacle as a Hot Topic employee isn’t even a customer – it’s the little plastic rectangle that refuses to clip onto his perfectly pressed shirt. After a solid minute of fumbling, he finally slaps it onto his chest, crooked, looking way too proud of himself for such a small win.

You, meanwhile, are trying to decide if it’s worth quitting your job just to avoid this nightmare.

“Maybe untuck your shirt,” you suggest, glaring at him. “You look like you’re about to sell Bibles.”

He looks down, confused. “But isn’t this the uniform?”

“No. The uniform is not looking like you have a trust fund.”

He untucks the shirt, but it doesn’t help much. He still stands out like a Gap model in a Halloween store.

And then the customers start rolling in.

The first one is easy: a kid looking for a Blink-182 tee. You grab it from the shelf, hand it over, and move on. Franco watches like he’s taking notes for a science experiment.

The second one? Not so easy.

It’s a girl with jet-black lipstick, multiple nose rings, and an attitude. She narrows her eyes at Franco, who’s manning the register for the first time.

“Do you have this in an extra small?” she asks, holding up a spiked belt.

Franco looks at the belt like it’s a snake. “Uh… let me check in the back?”

“There is no back,” you hiss from across the counter.

“Oh. Right. Um…” He flashes the customer his best smile. “We don’t have it in extra small, but maybe a small could work?”

The girl rolls her eyes so hard you’re worried they might get stuck. “Forget it,” she snaps, storming out.

Franco turns to you, bewildered. “Was it something I said?”

“It was everything you said.”

But it doesn’t stop there.

Later, he mispronounces Misfits as The Misfits. Then he spends five minutes explaining the return policy to a guy who clearly just wanted to buy a patch and leave. By the time someone asks him about gauges, he’s looking at you like he’s about to beg for help.

“Are you sure there’s no training manual?” he asks.

“This is the training,” you shoot back. “Sink or swim.”

But the thing is, he doesn’t sink. Not completely, anyway. Somehow, between the awkward stumbles and clueless questions, he manages to charm almost every customer. Even the goth kids seem to tolerate him, if only because he’s so obviously out of his depth.

And when your manager comes by to check on him, he’s suddenly the picture of professionalism, rattling off sales numbers like he’s been working there for years.

You glare at him as she leaves, impressed.

“What?” he says, grinning. “I’m a fast learner.”

You groan.

It’s halfway through Franco’s second shift when the universe decides to really test your patience. You’re at the register, ringing up a pair of fishnet gloves for a kid who can’t be older than twelve, when you hear the sound of trouble brewing near the band tees.

“Oh, my God,” someone laughs, loud and mean. “Do you even know who that is?”

You look up and see them: a group of older teens, all decked out in leather jackets and studded belts, surrounding Franco like a pack of hyenas. He’s holding up a Black Sabbath shirt, looking a little like a deer caught in headlights.

“Uh…” Franco starts, clearly scrambling. “Yeah, of course I do. It’s… uh… classic rock, right?”

The tallest guy in the group snorts. “Classic rock? Bro, this is Sabbath. Tell me you’re joking.”

You can see Franco’s face turn red from across the store. You should probably step in, but there’s a part of you that kind of wants to see him squirm. He’s always so confident, so perfect. It’s nice to see him stumble for once.

But then one of the girls pipes up, flipping her bright purple hair over her shoulder. “I don’t know why they even hired you. You don’t belong here.”

That hits a nerve. You shove the cash drawer closed and storm over before you can think twice.

“He belongs here more than you do,” you snap, stepping between Franco and the group. “Unless you’re planning on buying something, get out.”

The tall guy raises an eyebrow. “What’s your problem?”

“My problem is you harassing my coworker. Go be a jerk somewhere else.”

There’s a tense pause, but eventually, they back off, muttering insults as they leave the store.

When they’re gone, you turn to Franco. He’s staring at you like you just pulled him out of a burning building.

“Uh, thanks,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yeah, well…” You shrug, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “Can’t let them scare off the new guy.”

He grins, that same easy, infuriating grin. “So you don’t hate me?”

“Don’t push it.”

You turn to walk back to the register, but you can feel him watching you, and for the first time, it doesn’t feel annoying.

It’s after the dinner rush, which is mostly just bored teenagers roaming the mall with nothing better to do than browse graphic tees they can’t afford, when Franco starts humming. It’s faint at first, just a couple of notes, but it’s enough to get under your skin.

You lean over the counter, glaring at him while he pretends to be absorbed in folding a pile of shirts he definitely refolded twice already. “Are you seriously humming The Cure right now?”

He looks up, wide-eyed, like you caught him committing a crime. “Uh, maybe?”

“You’re kidding.”

“Why?” He shrugs, all innocent. “What’s wrong with The Cure?”

“Nothing.” You grab a stack of bandanas and toss them onto the shelf. “Just didn’t peg you as a fan.”

“Well, I’m full of surprises.” He grins, that boyish, can’t-you-just-love-me grin that’s probably charmed a hundred Gap moms into buying extra polos. It makes you want to throw a mannequin at him.

But then he says, “You know, my mom hated this kind of music. She used to blast Hanson in the car and call it ‘family bonding.’”

You freeze mid-fold, staring at him. “No. Not Hanson.”

“Yep.” He leans against the counter, totally unashamed. “Full-on MMMBop era. It was brutal.”

You snort before you can stop yourself. “That’s horrifying.”

“Tell me about it.” He shakes his head like he’s reliving some great tragedy.

And now you’re laughing, actually laughing, and you hate how easy it feels. It’s not supposed to be easy with Franco. He’s supposed to be the enemy, the preppy intruder in your kingdom of chains and leather.

The store quiets down again, the hum of fluorescent lights filling the silence between customers. You’re at the counter, sorting through returns, when Franco asks, “So, how long have you been working here?”

You don’t even look up. “Too long.”

“Like… since it opened?”

“Not that long.”

He chuckles. “You just seem like you’re good at it. Like, you know exactly where everything goes, how to deal with customers, all of it.”

You pause, caught off guard by the compliment. “Uh, thanks, I guess.”

“I’m serious.” He leans against the counter, closer than he needs to be. “It’s cool. You make it look easy.”

For a second, you don’t know what to say. You’re not used to this version of him – the one who’s not joking or smirking or trying to win people over.

“Well,” you mutter, focusing way too hard on a stray thread on your sleeve, “someone has to hold this place together.”

“Guess that makes you the boss, huh?”

You look up, and he’s smiling again, but it’s softer this time, less Gap-commercial and more… real.

“Yeah,” you say, meeting his eyes for a second longer than you mean to. “Guess it does.”

And just like that, you’re back to folding shirts, pretending your face isn’t warm, pretending you’re not replaying the way he said it in your head.

“Hey,” Franco says after a minute, breaking the silence. “Thanks for not letting me completely crash and burn today.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t get used to it.”

But he just laughs

A few days later, you’re mid-shift, reorganizing the clearance rack and silently judging whoever thought mixing Korn and Nirvana shirts was a good idea, when you hear Franco call your name.

“Hey!” He’s jogging over, holding a black eyeliner pencil in one hand and a spiked cuff in the other. “Okay, hear me out.”

You look up, already regretting your decision to give him the time of day. “What.”

“I was thinking.” He plops the cuff down on the counter like it’s Exhibit A in a trial. “Maybe I need a vibe adjustment. You know, to fit in better.”

You stare at him, waiting for the punchline. When it doesn’t come, you burst out laughing. “You? Adjust your vibe? You are the Gap vibe.”

“Exactly,” he says, unbothered by your mockery. “Which is why I need to commit if I’m going to survive here.”

You shake your head, going back to your rack. “You’re insane.”

“I’m serious!” He grabs your arm, dragging you toward the accessories wall. “Help me out here. What do I need? Eyeliner? A chain wallet? Should I dye my hair black? What screams ‘Hot Topic employee’ to you?”

You yank your arm back, glaring. “First of all, no one dyes their hair black on a whim. Second of all, even if you doused yourself in black nail polish and combat boots, you’d still look like a golden retriever.”

He blinks at you, confused. “A… golden retriever?”

“You know what I mean.” You gesture at him like he’s Exhibit A now. “You’re too happy. Too friendly. Even if you dressed the part, you’d still give off this, like, boy-next-door energy.”

“Wow.” He folds his arms, smirking. “Didn’t realize you’d been analyzing my vibe so much.”

You groan, shoving past him to grab a random shirt off the rack. “Fine. You want help? Put this on.”

He takes the shirt, holding it up with a frown. It’s oversized, black, and has some vaguely satanic-looking band logo on it. “This is… a lot.”

“Exactly.” You throw a studded belt at him for good measure. “Now go try it on.”

To your surprise, he doesn’t argue. He just shrugs and disappears into the fitting room, leaving you to wonder if you’ve actually broken him.

When he finally comes out, you almost choke. The shirt hangs loose over his frame, the belt is slung low around his waist, and he’s added the spiked cuff for good measure. He looks ridiculous.

“Well?” he says, holding his arms out like he’s presenting a masterpiece. “What do you think?”

You tilt your head, trying to suppress a laugh. “You look like a lost theater kid trying to go goth for Halloween.”

He grins, completely unoffended. “So… nailed it?”

“Sure.” You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “Except for the part where no one here is going to believe you’ve ever listened to anything darker than Matchbox Twenty.”

“Ouch.” He puts a hand over his heart, pretending to be wounded. “You’re brutal.”

“And you’re hopeless.”

But as he stands there, grinning like he’s actually proud of himself, you realize something weird. He looks kind of cute.

“Alright, fine,” you say, tossing a pack of black nail polish at him. “You want the full experience? You’re painting your nails next.”

He catches it easily, still smiling. “Whatever you say, boss.”

It’s the end of the night, and the mall feels like a ghost town. The food court’s shut down, the arcade’s lights are dimmed, and you’re counting down the minutes until you can lock up and go home. Franco’s behind the counter, you’re halfheartedly restocking chokers when he says, “Hey, can I ask you something?”

You look over your shoulder. He looks serious, which is rare for him. Too rare. “What? You need me to explain the difference between Slipknot and Korn again?”

“Ha-ha.” He leans on the counter, “I’m being serious.”

You roll your eyes but put down the chokers. “Fine. Ask away.”

There’s a pause. He’s tapping his fingers on the counter, like he’s working up the nerve. Finally, he says, “Why do you hate me so much?”

You blink at him, trying to figure out if this is some kind of joke, but his face is all earnest curiosity.

“I don’t –” You stop, because of course you do, or at least you did. But now? You’re not so sure.

He’s still looking at you, waiting, and for once, you don’t have a snarky comeback. You just shrug. “I don’t hate you.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he says, but there’s no edge to it. “When I first started here, you looked like you wanted to set me on fire.”

“Yeah, well, you kind of deserved it.”

He laughs, and the sound fills the empty store in a way that makes your chest feel weird. “Fair. But… why?”

You chew on your lip, debating whether or not to tell him the truth. But something about the way he’s looking at you – like he actually cares about your answer – makes you cave.

“Because you’re you.”

“Wow.” He raises an eyebrow. “Great explanation. Totally clears it up.”

You groan, leaning back against the wall. “Fine. Because you walked in here all… perfect. Perfect smile, perfect attitude, perfect everything. And this place? It’s not supposed to be perfect. It’s messy, and weird, and full of people who don’t fit in anywhere else. You showing up felt like…”

“Like I didn’t belong.”

“Yeah.” You exhale, relieved he said it so you didn’t have to. “Exactly.”

He’s quiet for a second, and you’re about to make a joke to fill the silence when he says, “You know, I’ve never felt like I belonged anywhere.”

That shuts you up.

“Not at Gap, not at school, not even at home half the time,” he continues, voice softer now. “But here? I don’t know. It’s different. And it’s not just because of the music or the clothes or whatever. It’s… you.”

Your heart skips, and you hate how easily he can do that to you. “Me?”

“Yeah.” He looks up, meeting your eyes, and suddenly it feels like there’s no space left in the room. “You make it feel like it’s okay to not be perfect. Like it’s okay to just… be.”

You don’t know what to say to that. Words are stuck somewhere in your throat, and all you can do is stare at him like he’s said something impossible.

“I probably sound like an idiot,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I mean it. And if I have to spend every shift here proving that I belong, I will. Because, honestly? This is the first place that I've ever felt comfortable in.”

Your chest feels tight, and you’re suddenly very aware of how close he’s standing. Too close. Not close enough.

“Franco…” You’re not even sure what you’re about to say, but he cuts you off.

“I know. I’ll shut up now.” He steps back, flashing that same boyish grin that used to drive you insane. “Just thought you should know.”

And before you can respond, the store phone rings, breaking the moment.

You grab it, mumbling something about it probably being the mall office, but your hands are shaking as you pick up.

When you hang up, Franco’s already by the door, keys in hand, waiting to lock up. “Ready to call it a night?”

You nod, swallowing hard.

“Cool. See you tomorrow, boss.” He winks, pushing open the door and stepping out into the empty mall.

You watch him go, your heart still racing.

It’s been a few weeks since The Conversation. You and Franco have been in this weird limbo ever since – like you’re both too scared to bring it up again but also too aware of each other to act normal. He still grins at you like he knows a secret, and you still pretend it doesn’t make your heart race.

But tonight, something feels different. The shift was slow, the music quieter than usual, and now the two of you are the last ones left, locking up the store.

Franco leans against the gate, twirling the keys around his finger like he’s in a teen movie. “So,” he says, breaking the silence, “what’s your excuse for staying late tonight? Organizing the chokers by shade again?”

You shove the gate into place and glare at him, though there’s no real anger behind it. “What’s your excuse? Waiting for me to do all the work as usual?”

“Obviously.” He flashes that stupid grin, but this time there’s a bit of anxiety behind it.

You should brush it off, make some sarcastic comment and walk away, but instead, you lean against the counter and cross your arms. “You’ve been acting weird.”

“Me?” He feigns innocence, pointing at himself. “I’m not the one who’s been dodging eye contact for three weeks.”

“Yeah, because you’ve been staring at me like a creep,” you shoot back, but your voice is softer than you mean it to be.

He doesn’t deny it. Instead, he tilts his head, studying you in that way that makes you feel like you’re under a spotlight. “So… are we gonna talk about it?”

“About what?” You know exactly what he means, but you’re not making this easy for him.

“About this.” He gestures vaguely between the two of you. “Whatever this is.”

You shrug, trying to play it cool. “What’s there to talk about? You’re annoying, I tolerate you, the end.”

“Uh-huh.” He steps closer, his grin turning softer, almost shy. “And that’s why you blush every time I call you boss?”

“I do not blush.”

“You so do.”

You groan, turning to fiddle with the register just to give your hands something to do. “Why are you like this?”

“Because you like it.”

Your head snaps up, ready to argue, but suddenly you’re tired of pretending.

“Okay, fine,” you say, throwing up your hands. “Maybe I don’t hate you. Maybe I even… like you a little. Happy now?”

He blinks, like he wasn’t expecting you to actually admit it. “Wait, really?”

“Oh my god.” You bury your face in your hands. “Don’t make me say it again.”

He laughs, soft and disbelieving, and when you peek through your fingers, he’s standing right in front of you.

“For the record,” he says, voice quieter now, “I like you too. More than a little.”

Your heart does this stupid flip, and before you can chicken out, you grab the lanyard around his neck and pull him into a kiss. It’s quick, clumsy, and absolutely perfect.

“Wow,” he says, breathless.

“Shut up.”

But you’re smiling, and so is he.

“Okay,” he says after a beat, grinning like an idiot. “But just so you know, I’m totally telling everyone you kissed me first.”

You groan, shoving him playfully. “Don’t push your luck.”

He laughs, grabbing your hand before you can pull away completely. “Too late."

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #franco colapinto x reader #franco colapinto imagine #flashing #flashing lights #franco colapinto #franco colapinto x you #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 fanfic #brightlightwrites

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 1 year ago

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A Healing Kiss

This fic will cover my "Let me kiss it better." square on my 2nd @jacklesversebingo card. The prompt will be in bold.

Summary: Y/N causes Dean a bit of damage. Can she fix it with a...kiss?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Just a little bit of smutty goodness. Blowjob. slight handjob. Oral (m receiving). Implied oral (f receiving). Crack if you squint.

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,968

A/N: Here is the next request for my second @jacklesversebingo card. It came from @suckitands33 :

Oh I’d love ‘let me kiss it better’ how about along the lines of flirting Dean and reader. Nothing actually happening though then reader hurts Dean in the dick and balls by mistake and says that ‘line’ and dean thinks she’s joking but she follows through with it. Love a bit of mutual pining then they give in to their desires. 🙏🏼

The pining ended up being a bit more from the reader's POV, but there's a hint that Dean's in the same mindset. Hope you enjoy it, hon! Hope everyone enjoys it! If you do, please don't forget to reblog, comment and/or like. I so appreciate it! ❤️

The beautiful dividers are created by @talesmaniac89 .

“Shit! Shit! I'm so sorry!”

Y/N winced as Dean just groaned out his pain and rolled into the fetal position.

“Dean! I'm so sorry!” She repeated, kneeling beside him, hands running up and down his sweaty bicep. “I just stumbled, I was aiming for your thigh.”

She grimaced again as she remembered the powerful kick she'd delivered, intending to connect with his meaty thigh, a move he could have blocked, or taken easily. They were training and Dean was on the attack, she was on the defense. But she’d just lost her center of gravity for a half second as she shot her foot out and she stumbled, landing the blow to a much more sensitive area.

Dean just waved at her as he sucked in deep breaths. She wasn’t sure if he was telling her it was okay, or telling her to get lost. Eventually he pulled himself up and disappeared into the bathroom. She thought he might be checking for permanent damage. She grabbed the bucket and filled it with ice from the machine just outside their room.

She knocked on the door of the bathroom. “Dean? I have some ice for you.”

The door opened a crack, but only Dean’s big hand stuck out, reaching for the bucket. He groped in the air for a minute until she grabbed his wrist and set the bucket on his palm. It disappeared back inside and the lock clicked.

She sighed and flopped down on her bed. This was definitely not how she’d wanted this evening to go.

This was only the third time she’d been out hunting with the Winchesters; there was a lull in the case and they had to wait until the next day to interview a couple of witnesses to what they were fairly certain was a demon possession. So Sam was off with the pretty librarian they’d met earlier, and had texted Dean not to wait up.

So it was just the two of them in the motel. This was the first time they'd ever been completely alone for any length of time and Y/N was feeling the tension. She felt as though there had always been a bit of something between them, just a spark that sprang to life sometimes, a touch here and there that felt like it could be much more if they allowed it.

Or at least, she thought there was a spark. She was a tiny bit worried she'd become delusional because of how badly she wanted the green-eyed hunter. So when Dean had suggested they spend their evening getting in some training, Y/N had jumped at the chance, hoping he was suggesting it as a way for them to get close - and physical.

She did her best to be at least a little subtle in her excitement over the prospect of sweaty, hand to hand grappling with the hottest fucking man she’d ever known. Since they’d met less than a year before she hadn’t been able to get him out of her head. She was crossing every finger she had that this evening would lead to something she’d been craving for a very long time.

Everything Dean did was sexy, every part of him made her melt - his thick, solid, hunter’s body, long and powerful and begging to be taken for a ride. His deep, rumbling voice, like a shot of strong whiskey, always made her shiver. His eyes and the way they held secrets and promises in equal measure within their mossy green depths. And that mouth - Jesus, it should be illegal for a man to have a mouth that pretty.

He was basically walking temptation and she desperately wanted to give in.

But now, instead of using their physical closeness and panting exertion to finally get him naked, she’d probably made it impossible for him to have children. She clapped her hands to her face and tried not to scream.

Finally, ten minutes later, Dean came out of the bathroom. Y/N sat up as he set the bucket of melting ice onto the counter beside the coffee maker. She scrunched up her face in sympathy.

“I’m really sorry.”

But Dean just shook his head and fell onto his bed. “Nah, it’s fine, sweetheart. I’ll live. But you should definitely use that kick on a bad guy; he’ll be down and out like that.” He said with a snap of his fingers.

Y/N bit her lip. “Good to know.”

Dean folded his arms behind his head and grinned at her. “Where’d you learn that little ninja kick, by the way? It’s pretty badass.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, it’s much more badass when I don’t stumble and miss my target.”

Dean chuckled. “Well, I will admit that wasn’t exactly how I was hoping our sparring session would end.”

Y/N’s stomach clenched. She licked her lips, eyes locked with his. “Really? How uh…how were you hoping it would end?”

Those wicked promises were back in his gaze as he shrugged and smirked. “I was hoping to win, of course.”

“Ah, of course.” Y/N said, trying to gauge his mood. Was this friendly flirting or something more real? “Sorry I nailed you in the nads instead.”

Dean chuckled again, a low rumble. “I feel like that apology wasn’t as sincere as the others.”

Trying hard not to think of the consequences if she was reading him wrong, Y/N got up to walk to his bed and sit down at his hip. “I’m sorry, Dean.” She said sincerely, but slightly breathless. “Let me kiss it better.”

Dean’s eyes widened and warmed. His tongue darted out and he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it for a moment before letting it go, leaving it plump and wet and enticing. He forced another small laugh and a smirk. “That’s funny, sweetheart.”

Y/N smiled and then moved her hand to his belt buckle, just resting it there. “And if I wasn’t joking?”

Dean breathed out roughly, his eyes downcast and staring at her hand. When they raised back to hers, the pupils were bleeding into his bright green irises. “Then I’d say, it will probably take more than a kiss to make it all better.”

Y/N’s grin became wicked as she worked at his belt with one hand. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Dean’s breathing picked up as she unzipped his jeans and reached her hand inside. She groaned along with him as she ran her hand over his underwear and along his incredible length. He was semi-hard already and so thick it made Y/N’s mouth water.

She tugged on his jeans and he lifted his hips to let her pull them off. She climbed onto the bed and straddled his bare legs before running her hands up his thighs. She dug her nails into the thick, meaty muscles there and Dean hissed.

She bent her head down and pushed his t-shirt up so she could lay wet, sucking kisses across his flat stomach. She lowered the waistband of his boxer briefs just a bit so she could bite into the taut v-shaped muscle that disappeared into his underwear, making Dean buck slightly beneath her.

He moved his hands from behind his head to grip the sheets in his big fists as Y/N slid down his body slightly so she could place a light kiss to the thick ridge straining against the black cotton.

“All better?” She teased. Dean huffed out a laugh and his voice was pure rasp as he answered.

“Not quite.”

She hummed and nodded. “Better get a closer look then.”

She slowly peeled his snug briefs down over his hips. He lifted for her again briefly and she freed his dick to slap against his lower abdomen.

“Fuck me.” She said quietly as she took in the beauty of his perfectly marbled cock, long and thick and leaking.

“That's the idea, sweetheart.” Dean said with a breathy chuckle.

She leaned down to kiss the very tip, flicking her tongue into his slit and making his cock twitch. She moaned as she wrapped her hand around the base and couldn’t quite make her fingers touch. She began placing feather light kisses all along the shaft and she could feel it throb beneath her lips.

She pushed it flat against his stomach and swirled her tongue around each of his balls, earning a grunt and a ragged curse from Dean.

“Fuck Y/N, fuck.” He mumbled.

She mouthed her way up his shaft, teasing and tormenting him by occasionally scraping her teeth very gently over his velvety skin. Finally she closed her mouth tight around the tip pulling in her cheeks and sucking on him like a popsicle. He groaned deeply and her core muscles clenched painfully.

His left hand moved into her hair and he gave it a tug as she slid further down his length. “Yes, baby take it all, swallow me down.” He ground out between clenched teeth.

Y/N hummed her agreement and pushed down as far as she could, till he was touching the back of her throat. She dropped her jaw, and let go of the base of his dick so she could plant her hands on the mattress on either side of his hips and arch her neck so that she could take his whole cock, pressing her nose against his pelvic bone and letting him stretch her throat.

Dean’s hips bucked and she pulled all the way off of him, letting her spit and his cum keep them connected as she looked up the length of his body to watch him push his head back into the pillow and growl. His hand in her hair kept tugging and pulling as she began bobbing up and down on his cock. The slight sting spurred her on, and she moved faster and faster on him, letting him hit the back of her throat every time.

She pushed down hard on him and the spongy head of his cock slipped down her throat once again. She swallowed around him, and then sealed her lips tight and sucked hard as she pulled back up.

Dean pushed against her shoulders. “Fuck, I’m close, I’m gonna cum.”

Y/N gripped his dick in her hand again, pumping it a few times, before she opened her mouth wide and bounced his heavy cock against her tongue. Her saliva ran down his length, allowing her hand to glide over him smoothly as she kept milking him. Finally with a fierce yell, Dean gushed into her mouth and down her chin.

She pumped him through his whole climax, licking and sucking on him as his hips stuttered and he finally fell back onto the mattress, spent and panting. Y/N cleaned him up with her tongue, making sure she got every drop.

As his breathing normalized and began to even out Dean grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward to fall across him. He brought her mouth to his and kissed her long and hard, not caring that he could taste himself on her lips. He rolled her over and pinned her beneath him before pushing to his knees and yanking his shirt off so he was completely naked. She was still fully dressed.

He tugged on her t-shirt. “Gotta do something about this.” He said as he pulled it off.

Y/N giggled breathlessly and then gasped as he moved to unzip her jeans. “Does this mean my kiss worked?” She gasped. “Feeling all better now?”

Dean yanked down her jeans and panties with one tug and groaned as he saw how wet she already was.

He nodded. “Yeah, much better, but now I’m starving.” He said with a grin before sinking down to feast.

#dean x reader #dean x y/n #jacklesversebingo23 #dean winchester smut #dean winchester one shot #dean winchester fan fic #dean winchester fan fiction

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aliorsboxostuff · 2 years ago

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hi V3 I am so sorry i am BLOWING UP YOUR INBOX OMGGG but I totally forgot the character Id like is Hobie, I think cause I was talking about him I thought I said his name but i forgor ty bae ily 🤗🤗🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️

HOBIEEE gotta be my fav 2nd to Miguel, i’m working on a fanart of that cool mf too. He’s such an interesting character to write, i’m honestly pretty sad i only thought something so short for this HC’s T-T I hope you enjoy this though big man, Hobie is definitely the type to hang out with you when youre going through those rough times <3

"Anythin' you wanna be."

Tags: Hobie Brown & ftm!Reader, fluff, dysphoria, Headcanons, going through those tough times, Hobie being the Homie he is, Reader is implied a Spider-person, But also up to interpretation, Comfort and Fluff, no angst

Hobie Brown headcanons for anyone that’s going through those dysphoric episodes <3

first of all, let's get one thing straight here: Hobie FULLY SUPPORTS you being trans

He doesn't see you as anything fem aligned unless said otherwise

lets you crash in his universe, especially when you need it

he thrifts a lot of big and baggy jackets and sweaters, only to give them to you saying he "bought the wrong size"

There's definitely a couple of sweaters from his own wardrobe that you've stolen

you've definitely worn his jacket that he usually wears over his spidey suit, it makes you feel as cool as him

he made you your own jacket, with a trans pin and another with his Spidey logo

lets you borrow anything you want because he knows it makes you feel good

the type to check in on you if you've been binding the whole day

When things get too much and you feel bad in your own skin, Hobie would spend time with you in his universe

he makes you a comfy fort blanket where you can stay and watch anything you please while he plucks the strings of his guitar on the floor

definitely, the type to get you anything you wanna eat when you've lost your appetite

stays by your side, letting you lean on him when you seek comfort

If it gets too much as tears start to fall, he’ll hold you through it, brings you into his arms while you let all those feelings out

Rakes his fingers through your hair or just likes softly petting you if it helps you calm down

completely understands if you need some alone time when dealing with dysphoria, making sure you have enough snacks and water before he leaves to hang somewhere else

he's the spokesperson whenever you wanna be left alone, making sure the others won't bother you too

Says "You're cooler than me mate, cooler than Miles too,"

says dumb shit like; "You are the manliest man to ever man," or "No one does a better job being a boy than you," Just to make you feel better

his side-eye game STRONG 💪dont look at you weird or he'll give them a bone-chilling, soul-crushing, ‘wish I was dead’ side eye

He and Pav is the type to make little trinkets for their friends tbh, he deff makes pins from bottle caps and gives them to you

His favorite spot to bring you when you feel down is near the top of any tall building, bringing snacks and a blanket. He says it makes him feel better knowing everyone is so small, and the world is huge, so in the end, nothing really matters and so be whatever the fuck you wanna be.

Requests are open! Reblogs are appreciated <3

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown & reader #hobie brown x trans!reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x ftm!reader #hobie brown x male reader #hobie brown headcanons #hobie brown hcs #hobie headcanons #hobie x reader #hobie x you #hobie my beloved #across the spiderverse #hobie brown across the spiderverse

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zahmaddog · 7 months ago

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Part 3: Truth & Intimacy

Part 1: Making Friends on Pabu

Part 2: The Warning

Warnings: Actual smut this time (below the 2nd cut mid-way through); hand job; minors GTFO; romance; fluffy AF; slow slow burn, comfort; soft-hearted and gentle Crosshair; did I say fluff? Crosshair x fem!reader | Word Count: 1996

Third time writing fan fiction and first time writing some smut. It's not like crazy smutty, but like enough that I'll definitely throw a warning on there. I'm just diving into this whole Tumblr world full-speed ahead. This chapter is pretty short, in case someone wanted to skip the smut at the end and continue with the plot when the next chapter drops. I hope you enjoy.

The silence screamed aboard your ship. Whisking away into hyperspace, you and Crosshair sat side-by-side without words. You closed your eyes tight and tried to focus long enough to clear your head, but the thoughts wouldn’t stop. They’ll double-check the coordinates. The Empire will return to Pabu regardless. How can you get rid of the holocron safely? Who is Lord Vader? Crosshair broke the silence.

“I can hear your thoughts from here,” he calmly confessed. Opening your eyes, you looked at him with an expression of defeat.

“I’ve made a bit of a mess,” you sighed. “I have this incredible ability to create life threatening situations unintentionally.”

“You owe me —-” Crosshair started.

“I owe you my life,” you interjected.

“Let’s start with an explanation,” Crosshair imposed.

Not knowing where to begin, you stand up from the cockpit and walk to the back of your ship to retrieve your bag. Crosshair spun his captain’s chair around and put a toothpick between his lips.

You unzip the backpack and pull out the holocron —- which was no longer glowing.

“I took this from my old boss’ warehouse. It was filled with trash we collected off targets…Sometimes they’d have items worth selling for extra credits. Nobody wanted this and it intrigued me.” “What is it?” Crosshair leaned forward in his chair to look closer. You tossed him the pyramid to study it. “It’s Jedi,” you began. “Now that they’re mostly all gone, I figured it was worthless. I didn’t think the Inquisitors were Jedi, but that thing lit up bright red when that Inquisitor on Pabu touched it.”

Crosshair narrowed his eyes, “What are you implying?” “I have a new theory that the Empire is run by Jedi or —- force wielders as that Inquisitor said to you. I used to think Inquisitors were only using Jedi technology, like the lightsaber. In a sense, they’re the scariest bounty hunters in the galaxy with that weaponry.” You pointed to the pyramid and began, “But that artifact responded to their touch —- to the force. It lit up. If they wield the force, aren’t they Jedi?”

You paused for a moment, thinking through the layers of events. Crosshair continued to study the pyramid’s sides in silence.

“We should warn Hunter and Wrecker that the Empire might return to Pabu to look for it,” you said to Crosshair, taking the pyramid back into your hands.

“Already did,” Crosshair confirmed. He inhaled deeply, “What’s our next move?”

“Our next move?” You lashed out slightly. Feeling overwhelmed, you took a breath and put your hand over your eyes. “I’m sorry — ”

“You don’t want me here?” Crosshair asked.

The ship hummed with the frequencies of hyperspace.

“Why’d you come find me?” You softly countered.

The ship continued to be the only audible voice for a lengthened moment. It appeared that you and Crosshair had finally reached a sort of impasse, fueled by the feelings both of you wouldn't admit. You both waited for the other to confess first. You bit the bullet and began,

“I — want to protect you,” you admitted. You looked to Crosshair for his confession.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” he said just above a whisper.

He stepped over to you and tested the waters of physical affection by running his hand down your arm and grasping your hand. You turned into him and reached your arms around his neck, pulling him close. He matched your embrace, his hands running across your waist and back. He held you until you felt yourself calm down.

Releasing your grip just enough to look up into his eyes, your gaze traced down from his cheekbones to his lips and toothpick. You reached up to grasp the toothpick and lightly tried to pull it out. Crosshair bit down on it and raised his eyebrows to silently question your actions. He moved one hand from your back to your head, lightly gripping your hair and skull, then his mechanical hand taking his toothpick. His nose traced yours to your lips, where he froze.

“This doesn’t change that I’m still upset with you,” he admitted.

Crosshair moved in to kiss you. The passion burned as the previously untapped gates of unexpressed affections burst open. You traced your tongue across his bottom lip as the kiss deepened, he welcomed you with a matched intensity. Crosshair pulled back from the kiss, much sooner than you were ready for. Your lips trailed after him before you opened your eyes to see him lost in a soft smile.

—-

To save fuel, you landed your ship in a cave on a cold moon. You hadn’t told Crosshair that credits and chaincodes weren’t a problem for you, but you were still conservative with resources as finding safe places to fuel up would be a challenge.

You poured yourself and Crosshair a drink, then sat back at the table ready to hash out ideas on escaping your predicament.

“So, it’s not like we can just sell this thing,” you noted while tossing the pyramid-shaped artifact into the air. “And, I’m unfortunately marked for having possession of it.”

“Why was the Empire interested in arresting you for having it? Why couldn’t they just take it?” Crosshair questioned as he took out a toothpick to ponder with.

“Perhaps it’s because I know too much…” you started, then hesitated forward, “Or it’s because I’m a deserter.”

“You? A deserter? Not only did you do bounty jobs for the Empire, but you were… Imperial?” Crosshair’s narrowed, focused glare zeroed in on you.

You shamefully nodded. “Crosshair, I’m a Tarkin,” you testified.

His gaze grew more intense; you forgot how intimidating this man could be, especially when caught off-guard. He reached carefully for his words.

“As in, you’re related to Admiral Tarkin?” Crosshair entreated.

“Have you had the pleasure of knowing my Uncle?” you gawked out of contempt.

Crosshair leaned back into the bench and sighed.

“I once worked in a unit as a specialty sniper and commander, which was overseen by Admiral Tarkin,” Crosshair admitted. “And I had a few run-ins with him prior as well.”

“You were imperial?” you gasped. “I’m sorry I never asked more about your past,” you apologized.

“It’s not something I like to think about,” Crosshair shrugged.

“So, technically, you’re a deserter too,” you soothed.

“I am now.” Crosshair concluded. “So, the Empire is not only after you for this Jedi-artifact, but is after you for treason.”

“Treason, family betrayal, or creating a mockery of the Tarkin name,” you bantered and paused in thought: “Crosshair, they’ll crucify me.”

The conversation froze under the magnitude of realizations. Crosshair shifted his toothpick back and forth between the sides of his mouth, lost in thought.

“Thanks again for saving me earlier from the Inquisitor,” you broke the silence, “I want you to know, if I am captured later, don’t risk anything more for me. I dug my own grave by turning my back on them.”

Crosshair filled with empathy and experience, reached across the table and took your hand. “We’re doing this together.” Hunter’s voice played in his mind from when he once had said something similar outside of Tantis. Crosshair repeated Hunter’s words out loud, “Don’t you dare think about Plan 99.”

“Plan 99?” you questioned.

“During our time with the republic, we organized nearly a hundred different plans to infiltrate bases, destroy droids, and more. Plan 99 is to sacrifice yourself for the greater good; but only when there is no other alternative…” He hesitated to say more, “It’s only been used once.” “Tech,” you muttered.

“Tech,” Crosshair nodded in return.

You stood up from your side of the table and squeezed in close to Crosshair on the bench, wrapping him into the comfort you could offer. He leaned into you and closed his eyes.

“So partner,” you smirked to lift the room’s atmosphere, “I suppose we could hit the underworld of Coruscant and tap into the black markets to dispose of this.”

“Maker, you are so reckless.” Crosshair muttered without bothering to open his eyes or shift in position.

—--------

Descending into the haze of Coruscant, you relayed a chaincode into the transponder and was directed to a platform to land.

“Why was that so easy?” Crosshair glanced over to you.

“I’m prepared at least half the time,” you assured him. You glanced down at your dirty shirt and pants, then ruffled your hand through your hair. “I’m due to freshen up too. A disguise wouldn’t be a bad thing —,” you eyed Crosshair’s Pabu-living beach outfit up and down, “for the both of us,” you continued.

“You have clothes for me?” He side-eyed you.

“I’m full of surprises,” you relayed as you landed your cruiser and killed the engines. “Come on,” you stood up and headed to the back of your ship.

“I still can’t believe you gunned down an Inquisitor in sandals,” you laughed while opening your closet in the back of the ship. “Sorry, this isn’t much.”

You threw him a basic black top and dress trousers.

“They’ll do,” he grunted.

—-smut below the cut—---

Disappearing into the lavatory, you turned the water on in the shower, allowing it to heat and steam the room. As the water recycled and filtered, you threw your freshly stripped shirt at Crosshair and paused looking around the door frame.

“Want to join me?” You called to him. Crosshair’s heart seemed to skip a beat, but he retained his composure.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” He scoffed a little.

“Obviously,” you said from the shower. “Is it working?”

Crosshair, tired and frustrated with the overarching situation, exhaled, knowing he would regret it if he didn’t join you. He wandered into the bathroom, stripped himself of his shirt and trousers, opened the shower curtain, to find you wet and naked.

“Yeah, it’s working,” he smirked. “Do we really have time… for this? For us?” He stepped inside, closing the curtain behind him, with his eyes focused on you.

“No one knows we are here,” you mused as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into the water stream. The water droplets tracing down his jaw line and dripping onto his chiseled chest. His hands wandered from your head, to your waist, then thighs as his nose traced yours until your lips met, beginning a gentle kiss.

Tracing your lips across his cheek, you drag your lower lip down his neck, and suck slightly on his collar bone. He faintly moans and grips your upper thigh tighter. Your hair and hands still soapy from the shampoo you applied earlier, you smoothly maneuver your hand across his chest and down his abs, pausing at his hip bone.

“What are you waiting for?” He breathed.

“Is this okay?” You peppered. Taking your hand in his, he pushed you further down his waistline, guiding you towards his sex. With his length in your hand, you return to kiss him deeply. Crosshair’s breathing grew heavier as you fell into a rhythm of movement; his lips and tongue dancing with yours. Enjoying his intimate noises and expressions, you expand your hand and mouth’s wanderings. Nearly losing balance from pleasure, Crosshair caught himself on the shower wall with one arm and continued to hold you close with the other.

“Did you—,” you began.

“Yeah,” he inhaled deeply. “I’m sorry if I didn’t last—”

“I’m flattered,” you smiled.

You softly ran your nails over his hip bones and up his chest into another warm embrace. His limbs shuddered as he collapsed more into you, still holding himself up with the shower wall. You reached behind him and poured some shampoo into your palm, returning back to him and massaging his neck and skull. Crosshair rests his forehead against yours and looks deeply into your eyes; his expression, almost sad. You pause your massage efforts.

“Are you okay?” you whisper.

“I never knew I could be so loved,” he confided.

“Get used to it,” you returned to caress him further.

—-- Part 4: Not Alone

----- Tag list: @tentakelspektakel

#crosshair x fem!reader #the bad batch #tbb #tbb star wars #tbb crosshair #crosshair x reader #crosshair x smut #the bad batch crosshair #the bad batch fanfiction

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namgyusbeastbaby · 5 days ago

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ello ello!!! first post, don't wanna go straight in a fic so here's headcannons for some squid game players :P

if i forget their names, ill just use their player number (im veryyyyyy forgetful :(()

heavy inspo from @silly-billy010 !! check them out <3

#1 Nam-Gyu

- quite a ticklish dude, but mostly ticklish in the unusual spots

- doesn't engage in tickling much sober, besides challenges/or being challenged, but when high he's like a switch bursting to tickle and be tickled at once!!

- usually fucks around with se-mi, gets his ass beaten or tickled for it, usually tickled because se-mi enjoys humiliating him for stereotypes

Lee

- sweater paws are comfy, yes, they also hide his unbearably ticklish palms

- you can NOT tell me his palms aren't ticklish, like, tracing just a pattern on it makes his mind go hdvskwoep

- thanos loves this factor, declared it cute and continued to keep that spot in mind

- thanos is his n1 ler, se-mi a close 2nd

- raspberries kill him, especially on his abs (depends on the timepoint in the timeline, before he has abs he still loves raspberries on his stomach, when he has abs he loves them still, and when his abs are overtaken by a lil skin, he LOVES them)

- thanos is like his caregiver, if he were ever to age regress, and would honestly just give him a blanket and pillow fort with a bunch of tickles

- anyway side rant (skip this singular headcannon if you wish)but the thought of nam-gyu is slightly out of character, yes, but it breaks my HEARTTT like wdym big boy becomes little baby in one second, wdym drug addict to little child, its genuinely so cuteeeee >♡< and I forgot the user but just search up squid game age regress and im positive you'll find the beautiful pagee]]

- cannot handle being traced anywhere, soft tickles are his best friend and worst enemy. trace his sides? he curls up and almost squeals, trace his stomach? buddy has the squeakiest laughter for a intimidating player, trace his palms or kneecaps? he just MELTSS

- not really ticklish on his ribs, but one lower one gets him BAD

- aftercare is something he says he doesn't want, but he really does want it sometimes, especially after being tickled by thanos by high

- barely ticklish on places like feet or neck, but those spots definitely do work if getting him off guard (he's never let anyone touch his feet, not even his mother, so no one knows)

Ler

- you're gonna die, no point running, you're cooked.

- either is chasing thanos or is with thanos chasing you

- ruthless to people like se-mi, gyeong-su and min-su (the tiniest bit softer with min-su, or he will get a trip to thanos hell /j) and absolutely wrecks them

- min-su is absolutely mortified by him, but, he doesn't mock him as much while being tickled. he doesn't usually tickle min-su much, unless he wants something or just really needs to take his frustration out in a way that he HAS to be gentle with it

- thanos is is number 1 target, gyeong-su a close second

- literally this sweetie pie just will not give mercy

- absolutely loves teasing and taunting, sometimes gives compliments to those extraordinarily close to him

-his fingers WORK.

- thanos gives him 2 raspberries the last time he tickled nam-gyu? he's getting 3 times more back

- finds his victims easily, whether climbing over stalls or memorising where they sleep and hang out at

- likes to pin his lees with thanos, making them realise that they'll lose the ability to think coherently before they're done with them

- has only teamed up with se-mi ONCE, and that's only ONCE, to tickle thanos for provoking their asses all day

- knows what people want, that's why he seems easy to provoke, as he gives them more than they expected

- 'be careful with what you wish for~" style teases or just splicing the word tickle around to fluster his lees

- can rarely tickle se-mi, because sometimes it works, sometimes he gets kneed

yippee!! will make more parts soon, maybe will write a fic about when thanos survived and nam-gyu and thanos are just chilling after thanos almost faded below

i will do thanos next, requests are open for who you want me to do after!! (s2 exclusively, please, i haven't watched s1 :(( [i HATE watching things coherently for some reason])

#squid game tickles #squid game tickle #lee!thanos #ler!nam gyu #squid game season 2 #player 230 #player 124 #squid game #lee!se mi #lee!nam-gyu #lee!se-mi #ler!nam-gyu #sfw tickle commmunity #tickles #headcannons

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dumbkiri · 4 months ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡

𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗔 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗫 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘!𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

This story follows after the Dreamer of You series...hundreds of years later lol Basically the reader is the descendant of [Name]/Helaena. He's not the Prince that Was Promised though that will still be Jon/Dany (lowkey have no idea who it is, cut me some slack)

Also would you guys want to read in 2nd person (you) or 3rd person (Him) or 1st person (I)

The flames spoke to you.

You never told anyone about the phenomenal voice or visions you received while looking into a source of light. A flame from a candle, a fire in the hearth or a blaze on a torch, they came to you easily like a dream.

Go north. North. Go north.

You heard a commanding voice urging you the same thing every moon for the past six that have come. This voice started speaking to you ever since you made your move into King’s Landing to check on your siblings.

For the most part, you thought the stench of this wretched place poisoned your mind. Another part of you blamed your mother as your father told you she spoke nonsense on most days. She talked about the Wall and the cold winds that would break it. She spoke of flames dancing in the night sky and wandering people.

Maybe she heard voices from the flames too. You could never know though because she died after she gave birth to you.

You lifted your golden cup to your lips and drank the last sip of the warm wine. The bitter tang splashed onto your tongue and you set the cup back onto the table. Your mismatched eyes gazed into the fire across from you and the voice kept telling you to go north.

But it never answered your questions about why or what was there.

Knock..knock.knockknockknock

“For the love of…” You trailed off and snapped at the person still banging their fist on your door, “Just walk in already!”

The knocking stopped and the door opened up to reveal your brother surrounded by a group of whores. He danced his way into your room with the women following after him, their giggles clear as day. The women wore fine and revealing clothing, their curvy bodies being eaten up by hungry eyes belonging to a dwarf.

You rolled your own eyes, definitely not in the mood to accompany whores or your drunken brother.

“Tyrion, your chambers are next door,” You stood up with a stumble, the wine hitting you a little differently tonight. You held yourself up by gripping the back of your chair to steady yourself with some confidence. Then your eyes slowly moved up and down the beautiful bodies of the women that giggled some more from your attention.

Tyrion looked over at you with an impish smile and gestures to the almost empty wine bottle on the table. His teasing voice getting the best of you, “I see that you’re enjoying some of my wine.”

“What?” The world felt like it was spinning and you shook your head, “No, I got this from a servant. I’m sure they got it from the King’s reserve or something.” It was true, while walking around the castle you came across a servant holding this bottle and wanted to indulge in it while you stared aimlessly into the fire.

Needless to say, you snatched it from his hands and ignored his stuttering protests.

But the way Tyrion barked out a laugh and walked further into your chambers with the ladies trailing behind him left you with suspicion. He picked up the wine bottle and smiled at it like it had been his prized possession.

“Nope, this is my personal bottle and that servant was supposed to deliver this to my chambers. When I asked them where that bottle went, he told me that you snatched it up without saying anything. By the way, how do you feel, little brother?”

You thought hard about his question and kept your gaze on him, trying your best to ignore the whores who waited patiently for you to look at them again. The funny look on his face pushed you to lie through your teeth.

“I feel pretty good, a little light-headed, but-”

“This wine is special because there’s some aphrodisiac sprinkled in it and you drank nearly all of it while it should be shared amongst the ladies and the man.” Tyrion set the bottle back down and kept that stupid grin on his face.

“You jest, brother,” You shook your head and a shiver ran down your spine that followed the light caress of a hand that belonged to one of the women. She giggled into your ear and said teasingly, “Your mane is all ruffled up, my lord.”

You backed away from her dangerous touch with haste and shook your head, “I’m not interested in your…services. I want all of you out of my chambers…now.” You pointed a glare at the women and they looked back at Tyrion for his word. After all, they were being paid by him, not you.

“Oh, calm down, [Name],” Tyrion laughed and admired how well you kept your back straightened and guard up. Usually by now, he would be all over the women going round after round if he drank that much of the wine. But you had your claws out, ready to strike if another whore touched you, “it’s their job to entertain men like us. Pay little attention to my brother, he is very new to all of this.”

He reassured the trio of whores and they nodded their heads, going back to their sinful nature.

“Tyrion, I said I’m not interested. I will keep myself pure for my future lady. That is what-”

The Red God commanded. Your words died out in your throat and you tiredly sighed, “Just go away. I’m not in the mood for games or sex with them.”

Tyrion cleared his throat and gestured to your pants, “That’s not what your cock thinks. You seem very excited brother, just indulge a little. Father won’t mind if you’re looking for fun, you are so full of energy! Don’t waste it by staring into the fire all night! Come on, these lovely women are looking for fun too!”

“I said no,” You repeated, looking away from him and the women. You could feel them inch closer to you, trying to force you to make the first move.

“This one could bend backwards for you,” Tyrion slurred, “and these two…their mouths work wonders if you ask me. And they’re sisters! I always have a great time with them!”

This is when you snapped. The tightening in your pants didn’t go away, the aphrodisiac too strong yet your will was stronger. “I said no!” With your shout, the fire in the hearth exploded into bright flames, the logs breaking into half and the crackle of flames burned with intense heat.

The intruders in your room looked from the fire to you with wide eyes. Like the outburst from you flared up the fire.

“Now leave before I force you,” You commanded with a low growl, you moved past them and opened the door to your chambers. Then you kept your gaze on the wall watching the whores scurry out first with whispers about you and the fire.

Tyrion cleared his throat and walked by saying, “You owe me a new bottle, brother. Hope you have fun pleasing yourself alone, you got a lot to work with.”

You shut the door behind him with a flustered look and kicked yourself mentally for your body reacting to the women. Thankfully the fire incident spooked the group of them to follow your demand. If they stayed any longer, you probably would have resorted to violence.

Then you turned your attention to the fire, the voice speaking to you again:

North. Go North. Go.

You rubbed your tired eyes and agreed silently to the command. If the Red God wants you to go north, you will go. Fortunately, your queen sister and the royal family are making their way up there. You could hitch a ride next to Jaime and figure out the rest from there since you got nothing else from the voice in the fire.

#x reader #x male reader #sansa stark x male reader #sansa stark imagine #sansa stark #tyrion lannister #lannister reader #got imagine #game of thrones

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littlemisspascal · 1 month ago

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24 for 2024

As 2024 comes to an end and I see all these posts from mutuals summing up their triumphs and challenges of their year, it started making me think about what these last twelve months have been like for me. And like all of y'all, 2024 definitely had impacts of positives and negatives! So here are 24 things that came to mind:

I decided to go back to school for a new career opportunity. Starting January 6th, I'll be taking my first classes for court reporting/voice writing 😊 I'm both nervous and looking forward to this new adventure!

I saw several fun and great movies this year--Deadpool and Wolverine, Wicked, Gladiator 2, and Sonic the Hedgehog 3 to name a few.

I also watched a ton of great documentaries that I've meaning to check out over the past few years--Icarus, Free Solo, My Octopus Teacher, too many to count--and I'm super excited to check out more next free chance I get!

My favorite F1 driver Lando Norris not only finished first place for his first time in a race this season, but he went on to finish 2nd overall in the rankings and my heart couldn't be prouder for him 🧡

On the same F1 note, my team McLaren won the Constructors Championship for the first time since 1998 😱

There were several massive moments of family drama through the year, each more shocking than the last if you can believe it, but I like to think we'll all hopefully enter 2025 on a closer note and manage to overcome the struggles bit by bit.

Had some health scares throughout the year for my family. Scary heart issues, scary lung issues, scary hospital visits...but we got through it all and we're going to try to make 2025 our healthiest year yet!

The death of Liam Payne tore a massive hole in my heart. One Direction kept me from suicide during my high school years and each of those boys will always mean the world to me 💗

I met several of my favorite celebrities this year at cons--David Tennant, Lenore Zann, Patrick Warburton, Alan Tudyk, Catherine Tate, Adam Savage, Tem Morrison, Neil Newbon, and Giancarlo Esposito--and also got another photo with Tyler Hoechlin looking just as gorgeous as the last time I saw him!

Tried out new cosplay this year--Ahsoka's white outfit from her series, Rogue from X-Men, and a cute Peter Pan outfit as well. Actually felt a little more confident than my previous 0% 😁

A year of firsts! I finished my first ever Lego kit this year of a F1 McLaren car. I finished my first ever escape room for my sister's birthday. And I also finished first place in a scavenger hunt and won a pumpkin carved like the Mandalorian.

Found out I'm allergic to gluten, so I've been sticking to a gluten-free diet nowadays and 2025 will be an entirely gluten-free year.

Seeing the eclipse this year was amazing!

I had an emotional breakdown this year over my writing, came very very very close to deleting everything, but slowly dug my way out of the pit one word at a time. My relationship with writing is still a fragile thing, but a sentence a day is still progress and I'm trying my best. That's what matters most :)

More on writing cuz why not. Wrote a total of 43k words (a whole lot less than last year, but oh well) but even more surprising, my Marcus Acacius fic received more kudos than anything I've written since 2022 omggggg y'all thank you for the support!!

Introduced my mom to MySims and Pokémon on the switch. Slowly but surely creating a video game addict lol

Stayed up literally 48 hours with my sister playing the original Zoo Tycoon on my laptop and creating the most perfect zoo in existence. Exhaustion hit hard afterwards, but at least the guests were happy!

So much gorgeous and wonderful Pedro content--from award ceremonies to new movies + casting announcements to photoshoots and dancing sessions. The fandom just kept winning every month!

Made a web weaving for the anniversary of my fic Infinity Cube. I don't often feel proud about a lot of my attempts of creating stuff, but this little thing I actually think turned out pretty cool 😊

Bought so much Lady and the Tramp stuff oh my gosh--backpacks, a wallet, a giant stuffed animal, a Christmas ornament, little ceramic figurines hidden at the bottom of an antique store bin. I love it all ✨

Hit 5,000 followers on here. Like, what 😮 that's insane! I'm a shy porcupine who barely knows any social skills!! Thank you everyone who puts up with my sporadic posts and ramblings, it's appreciated more than I can ever say!

Everyone who liked, reblogged, kudos, and/or commented on my fics or video edits---thank you thank you thank you x a million!

Everyone who patiently waits for and supports my sporadic updates of the Pedro Library---thank you also x a million!

And finally, if you've made it all the way down here, I hope 2025 is full of kind moments for each and every one of y'all. I hope there's days full of adventures and joy and trying new things and meeting new people and petting animals and eating delicious food and making the world a little bit more of a sweeter place overall 💙

#i have spoken #it's a dumb list but it's mine

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riptideripley · 11 months ago

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Chapter One of: Addicted.

word count: 1,196

Ever since they first met Roman had been hooked. Seth had this spark to him that Roman felt like he could get high off of. June 2nd 2014 replays in his head every day and he just couldn’t stop it. Liv and Rhea worked through their issues so why couldn’t Seth do the same with him?

Friday rolled around and it was about time for the promo segment they had. Seth was sitting in his dressing room when the door opened, revealing Roman.

“Long time no see.”

“Yeah.”

The small talk happened often between the two, they seemed to never be able to get over what happened a whole decade ago. But only when Roman needed..him was when they would actually “talk”. They last time they found themselves “having a conversation” ended in them fucking in Roman’s hotel room.

“What do you need now Ro? Is it Rhea or..-”

“No it’s not her and it never will be. Just wanted to..check on you I guess.” he confessed, not daring to make eye contact with Seth. Truth be told he was actually nervous around Seth due to him being the only one to see him so vulnerable.

“I see..why don’t you close the door and come have a seat hm? We have 20 minutes to spare.” Seth spoke to which Roman obliged and sat down on the black leather couch.He didn’t speak, just sat there trying to form his words before he said something stupid. “Heard about you and Rhea last week, everyone was talking about it. You know you two really have to work that whole shit out before the whole world knows.” Seth broke the silence which quickly reminded Roman of what happened the week before.

Flashback.

“Rhea you know that wasn’t supposed to happen. I swear I didn’t mean f-“ “BULLSHIT. You swore no one and I mean absolutely no one would find out about that yet here comes Jimmy throwing the shit in my face!” The two went back and forth. What were they arguing about, you may ask? Well to cut shit short they hooked up after Rhea retained her championship at Elimination Chamber. They swore up and down it meant nothing to them but god knows they were both wrong.

“Rhea I’m sorry ok? He must’ve saw the messages in my phone ok just-“ “No Roman that’s bullshit. Why the fuck would he even have your phone?!”

“HEY! Can you two knock it off? People are looking. Take this somewhere private for fucks sake” Dominik finally spoke, having enough of them bickering. The two looked at him and looked at each other, choosing to go into her dressing room to talk.

End of Flashback.

“Yeah..we’re trying, she’s still mad at me and rightfully so.” “I mean I would expect her to be, you swore to keep it private but let your idiot cousin ruin it” Roman sighed and nodded at his words. Letting his head fall into his hands he sat there, not really knowing how to take in all of the stuff he’s been dealing with. Seth stood up from his chair and sat next to him, placing his hand on his thigh.

“Look Ro. Try talking to her next week alright? Now cmon we don’t have much time before the segment and you know how long your cousin takes.” he cracked a joke that made Roman laugh, I mean he was right cause my god did Rock take forever.

Fast Forward.

Everything was going fine in the segment..until Roman grabbed the mic. The second the words “crossdresser” left his lips, Seth’s mood completely changed. At first Seth could not even believe what the fuck he was hearing and then it hit him what Roman actually said. He knew Roman would definitely be paying for that later.

Hour and ½ later

“Seth you know I didn’t mean it just please-“

“No Roman I don’t want to hear it. That’s what you wanna call me now really? Oh just the other night you were calling me d-“

“OK! Jesus I get it. Look I said sorry ok?”

“Don’t wanna hear it. Meet me in my room got it?” “..Alright.”

20 Minutes Later.

“Seth can you- not tease like that..” Roman breathed out with a slight whine, being teased by Seth for 5 fucking minutes that felt like an eternity. “Someone is needy tonight huh pretty boy?” Seth chuckled out, finally giving into what Roman wanted. “Damn near didn’t need any l..lube.” Seth breathed out as he eased himself inside. Roman’s breath hitched as he gripped onto the sheets in front of him. He attempted to reach back to hold Seth’s hand but was quickly slapped. “No touching. For me to be a crossdresser you know..you seem more like the type.” he spoke with a small laugh at the end, not wasting his time as he began thrusting at a rough pace.

Roman’s body damn near fell forward if it wasn’t for Seth holding him up by his waist, with all the teasing he went through on the way to the room and during those 5 minutes he was sensitive. “S- Seth-“ Roman choked out, already feeling like he was getting close with the insane pace Seth was going at. “Cmon pretty boy..you know that’s not my name.”

“f..fuck. please daddy” he finally whined out making Seth smile. “That’s more like it..” he chuckled out, lifting one of Roman’s legs over his shoulder. The position was nothing new for the two but it always made Roman let out the sluttiest high pitched moan you could ever think of. Roman was a babbling mess at this moment, unable to even form a proper sentence. “c..close” he built up the courage to whine out. “Fine pretty boy.. let go for me” and with those exact words, he came. Seth wasn’t far behind and before Roman could even process everything, Seth pulled out and flipped him around.

“You know what to do.” Oh he definitely knew.

15 minutes later.

“Roro..Cmon get up big boy” Seth sighed as he lifted Roman up off the bed, sitting him up straight to wipe his entire body down. Roman just sighed and rested his head against Seth’s shoulder.

“You going back to your room”

“Yeah..just give me a minute.”

Seth nodded and let him down carefully to lay there, placing his clothes in a pile on the chair next to the bed(it wasn’t there before🌚). Seth went to the bathroom and got a wet towel, leaning down to clean up some spots off the floor.

Roman sat up and slowly put his clothes on, not really speaking to Seth. This happened often between them, they would just fuck and not speak. It pained him but he would never mention it. Seth watched as Roman grabbed his stuff off the night stand and walked to the door.

“Hey..make sure to call me tomorrow alright? I have something planned for you.” Seth spoke as Roman opened the door making him stop.

What in the entire fuck was Seth planning??

“Yeah..alright.” he responded and walked out the door.

#wwe #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #wrestling #roman reigns smut #roman reigns #seth rollins #seth rollins smut

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husbandograveyard · 1 year ago

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Hi Hazel! Birthday week, waaah exciting! I hope you're having so much fun with all those requests and drabbles ( ˘ ³˘)

Could I ask for the letter O from the fluff alphabet with Geto, please? I know he's a favorite of yours as well and I've been really enjoying your takes on JJK chars so far <3

Thank you so much!

Henlo Lale! I am having SO much fun, and THANK YOU for requesting Geto, I have been having so much love for him on my mind, so i am happy to indulge you and myself in this one. Think I'll be finishing the night with this one before I dive into bed with the -no doubt- wonderful Itachi you wrote me as a bedtime story (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡ enjoy!

2nd person. GN reader. No warnings, just fluff. [A/N]/going with pre-incident/AU Geto for making life a little easier, but may do an alt version of older Geto if my requests run out during the week/

O - On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

When Suguru is in love, it’s not super obvious at first, at least not for most people. There is no humming, skipping in the street or head in the clouds situation, but there are some definite signs that will immediately tip off anyone who knows him better.

It starts with the way he smiles whenever you’re around. You can’t quite say what is different about it, just that it is. The way it reaches his eyes, cheeky grins being replaced with sincere smiles, and genuine laughter way more often around you. The sound is enough to make the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

He will be checking his phone more often, just to see if he’s got a message from you. He will subtly update you about his day, send random pictures, anything to start a conversation. And the best of it all: even the mundane conversations will become exciting and entertaining some way? You don’t know how he does it, but he manages to ask the right questions and say just the right thing to make the conversation flow so easily, making you crave his presence as much as he craves yours.

I’d like to think that he is pretty straightforward about his feelings, but he will test the waters first: a hangout with just you, a late night conversation in the dorms running till way past midnight, the two of you finding more and more deep topics to discuss, not even noticing just how tired your bodies are cause your minds and hearts are just racing. When he’s sure enough that you like him as well, he’ll be straightforward about it. He’ll ask you out, clear about his romantic intentions. And how can you refuse, when there is such a love-filled determination in his eyes?

This is part of my AB(C)-Day event! Click here to join!

#geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #Suguru x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fluff #event writing #abc writing #GN reader #2nd person pov #queue

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readersandimagines · 11 months ago

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Gone Missing - Chapter 1

Okay so this took me way too long to write! I decided to try and write it in first person but also still keep it neutral enough that a reader could place themselves in the story? I may scrap this and go back to 2nd or 3rd person we shall see! Sooo let me know what you think! Only other warning I have is I didn't proof read this and quickly put it together.

But uhh essentially you're Adam's sibling and he's been missing for three days too many so you do what any sensable human would do and go to the police station to report him missing. Dectective Hoffman is on the case ;3

It had been three days. Three days wondering where in the world my brother, Adam had gotten up to. I sighed, checking my phone for what felt like the hundredth time today. Still no callback. Maybe Adam just got busy, I thought trying to reassure myself that he was fine. The last time we spoke he told me about some ex cop that was paying him pretty good money, so maybe he was just busy with that?

“I can’t do this anymore!” I exclaimed, standing up to grab my coat.

I quickly locked the door to my apartment and headed out. I needed to stay calm, but my mind raced with too many thoughts to grab hold of anything. As I walked and held my phone close; Adam had exactly 20 minutes to call me before I reported him as a missing person. I knew he would be angry, but I couldn’t lose him. He was the only family I had left.

The autumn air was crisp as I started to walk along the street. Cars and people passed by continuing on their way. Their world continued to move forward while it felt like mine froze. I could feel a lump growing in my throat as I pushed the door open to enter the Metropolitan Police Department.

The front was unremarkable dead. A small lobby with a few chairs and a main desk with an officer to greet you. Taking a deep breath, I approached the desk mentally preparing to deal with whatever bullshit these guys could throw at me. As long as they help me find him that’s all that matters.

“Name and case number?” the voice asked.

“Uhh… I don’t have one?” I answered, earning a sigh and annoyed glance from the man behind the desk.

Normally this man wouldn’t have bothered me so much. I would just sass him back and yet I couldn’t bring myself to do that.

“You don’t have a name?” the cop asked a little louder, gaining some attention from people behind him.

“I have a name, but I don’t have a case number.” I responded, feeling my chest tighten. “I… need to file a missing persons case.”

“Sweetie people go missing every day in this town, you sure they didn’t just dump you?”

Anger, confusion, sadness. Each one leaving as quickly as it came. I couldn’t understand how walking into a police station was such a problem. The man behind the desk examined me, seeming to want to say something else before another man in a suit walked up. The two officers exchanged words briefly before the man in the suit walked over. I clenched my jaw, I knew I shouldn’t have come here. I would have better luck finding Adam myself than trusting these people.

“Detective Hoffman,” the man called, extending his rather large hand out to me.

“_________ Stanheight,” I answered, taking his hand into my own.

He had a strong, but gentle handshake as he gestured to the chairs in the lobby. If this had been a regular day, I would have been having to contain my emotions as I looked over the detective. He had the brightest blue eyes and a nice smile. He wasn’t ripped like other cops, but he definitely seemed to be in shape. I just hoped he could help me find Adam.

“I couldn’t help but overhear,” Detective Hoffman said, gesturing towards the front desk. “What makes you think someone is missing?”

“I don’t think anyone is missing. I know my brother Adam is missing. We talk everyday and now I can’t get in touch with him,” I huffed, my annoyance starting to grow as the detective nodded, pulling a notebook out of his pocket.

“Adam huh? How long has it been since you spoke? Could he just not have his phone?” he asked, earning a glare from me.

“It’s been three days. Look, I know he’s missing. We talk everyday. And one of your officers hired him to follow some doctor--” I snapped before he cut me off.

“One of our officers?”

“Yes! Some old guy-- Bob Tapp? I think?” I exclaimed, mentally kicking myself for not getting the name when Adam had originally told me.

“Detective Tapp? But he’s dea--” the original guy from the desk started to say before Hoffman cut him off.

“All the more reason to take their information,” he said sharply.

“D-dead?” I stammered, my eyes widening. “No, you have to be mistaken, Adam just got hired by this guy.”

Everything around me felt like it was spinning. If the guy that hired Adam was dead-- no Adam couldn’t be dead. My thoughts grew louder and I couldn’t focus. Time seemed to freeze. I could feel tears filling my eyes before I felt a strong, but firm touch on my shoulder bringing me back to reality for a moment.

“Hey, I need you to calm down. We will do everything we can to find your brother,” Hoffman said firmly.

“He can’t die,” I whispered, trying desperately to stop the flood gates trying to open. “He’s… the only family I have left.”Hoffman’s face softened briefly and he nodded like he understood what I felt. I needed to calm down. I needed to give him the information. But I also desperately needed to go out and start my own search. It felt like the wind had been knocked from beneath my sails and yet all I could do was focus on one singular thought: Adam could be in serious danger.

#artemis rose writes #artemis writes #ask artemis!#mark hoffman #saw #adam stanheight #adam saw #x reader #saw x reader #does adam live? who knows not I the writer XD #gonna go write up some headcannons now because I get the feeling Adam may get wrecked and people are gonna be angee

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