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pacifymebby · 2 years ago

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Happy new year Layla:) Do you have any tips for self care? I've started this year feeling real low x

Happy new year to you too lovely, I'm sorry to hear you've started the year on such a low!! I feel like this time of year is always a sucker for that because you're surrounded by everyone making goals and "starting fresh" or like "clean" and there's a lot of pressure on everyone to be making good healthy changes for self improvement or to be happy and stuff. When actually like, this is the worst time of year to be making those kinds of changes, like its cold and dark all the time and u know, sometimes u just wanna sleep and chill and be easy on yourself? idk thats how I feel anyway

but I started the year feeling pretty low too and I haven't exactly pulled myself out of it yet either (especially now im ill I really have just stayed in bed every day since the new year began)

stuff I would recommend though

try and work out if something major is causing the low feelings, if its something solid and obvious then see if there's anything small u could do to make things slightly easier (for example a thing I was very very stressed about was my credit card bill and yesterday I paid it off so that it was one less thing to worry about) (another is my gas/electric bill and in a minute when im done typing this ill go and actually take my meter readings and send them in, because I've been horribly worried about them) I don't mean any of those things lightly either btw, those aren't small problems for me, they're huge looming mountains of stress that really can leave me bedridden with anxiety lol

if the problems more abstract or u can't really figure out what's making u feel shit then u know, maybe you are just tired? I find the end of the year very overwhelming, what with he highs of Christmas and new year, the social interaction the constant positivity and stuff, its exhausting and u may well just be very very worn out. so like, let urself acknowledge that u don't feel great, you're having a rough wee time of it lately and that u need a little time to chill out and reset.

my old recs used to be like, take a nice hot bath or something but now im like, cost of living crisis who can even afford a bath anymore amirite so

cook yourself ur favourite meal or treat yourself by going out for breakfast or lunch or something, I find it easier to go out for lunch or for a coffee on my own than I would out for dinner iygwim

reread a book you love

go for a little walk, just something small to get yourself out of the house, try and walk somewhere like a park and take your headphones off so that you can hear the birds and stuff!!

like idk how to explain it but sometimes taking your headphones off and listening to the world around you, other people, traffic, bird/ animal noises is really grounding and makes u feel part of something rather than cut off and alone

that being said sometimes having a cigarette and listening to ur favourite record is also the cure for all ailments so

call a friend, not even in a reaching out kind of way, just in a now might be a good time to catch up with a pal kind of way

clean your room/ a room in ur house, make it super cosy with blankets and candles and shit, then make yourself a brew and watch ur favourite comfort movie?

wash ur face, do a face mask, or a hair mask and comb your hair.

set yourself really small tasks for the day, things you have been putting off that will maybe only take five minutes to do, when you have done each thing cross it off your little list and then when u have finished the list 1) you will feel accomplished af 2) u can reward yourself however u see fit

sometimes I put music on really loud and sing along to it whilst im doing the dishes or cleaning the house and I feel really uplifted afterwards

run urself the hot bath bestie, it doesn't cost as much as we're all worried it will

go to the cinema by yourself? this one works for me sometimes? there's something really cleansing about stepping out into broad daylight after you've been in the cinema in the morning

go wander round some charity shops

sometimes u really do just need a few hours curled up under a blanket with a hot drink or a snack.

Also

if you're feeling low in a similar way to me (ed stuff idk) something im trying really hard to do is stay away from shit like Pinterest/ THAT side of Tumblr/ twitter. I'm trying to take each meal as it comes, reminding myself that u gotta eat when ur hungry (I have given myself so many little repeats of lectures b has given me in the past about eating lol)

I'm like, planning an activity for whilst I eat, like, I'll make porridge for breakfast then watch a shitty anime or cartoons the way I would have done when I was a kid. Or I'll make dinner and watch a movie with it. Something thats enough of a pleasant distraction.

Also I'm getting a lot of nutrition through soups and stuff, because they have always been easier for me to eat. Like not pushing myself too far or putting pressure on myself to be the perfect recoveree but also making sure I look after myself.

If thats not the kind of low you're feeling then just ignore all that, but I thought id leave it in just in case because I know a lot of my mutuals do get the same way I do sometimes.

The main thing is to remember to be forgiving of yourself. This isn't a forever feeling and eventually the depression will pass. Listen to All Things Must Pass by George Harrisson and know its the most truthful song in the world. this time of year is always tough but be gentle with yourself and know I am always here if u need to vent or want to talk!!!!! sending you love and good vibes bestie <3 xsxx

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benevolentcalamity · 3 years ago

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Rescue Mission [Yautja (Wakate) x Fem!Reader] Pt.3 [Final]

Ngl! I feel like without having seen a single movie of the Yautja I’m doing one pretty well! Even for just skimming their wiki and shit, haha. Hopefully you guys like Wakate too.

Also I do understand there’s like... different kinds of Yautja? Like their head shapes and color schemes are different? I’ll need to reread that bit.

For now, enjoy! This is the last installment of this trilogy - let me know if you dig it! (Thinking about writing an epilogue.)

I did wind up changing my mind about this being a smut fic. This situation doesn’t have the buildup I require, so just let me get comfortable with these big guys before any of that, ok?

Also! Let me know if you want all this to become an actual full fic, because the storylines are interesting me, finally! (But that feel when that requires you facing your thing about body horror and watching the movies for deeper understanding...)

“I’m still not entirely sure why you feel this necessary.” Wakate’s voice is more confused than his normal irritation. “Normally any sort of contact with a Xenomorph spells death, especially for you humans.”

You pause from washing off [Redacted], keeping her clothes on or nearby to preserve her dignity.

“I’d have seen those hand scorpion looking things dead nearby if she was infested, and from examining her she seems to be okay, at least for now,” You mention. “They have a special medical facility at the base, something that gives us some chance of survival.”

This isn’t a lie. After the realization of a past and shamefully repeated threat, the Ripley Project, named for the first person to survive an encounter with Xenomorphs, was created. Consistent study of these creatures all the way down to the composition of their brains - samples brought back from an expedition for this purpose - is ever-evolving and expanding. What’s tragic, however, is you and the next generation won’t get to see the project be completed. You and future soldiers will use upgrading technology, yes, but it will be possibly decades, centuries even, before a human can stand a chance one-on-one.

You barely made it by the skin of your teeth, and you’re considered one of the best.

“Hence our recent communications with the Yautja as well,” You add, combing your fingers through her hair. “We’ve been attempting to come to some middle ground with the different tribes, but we end up fighting more than shaking hands instead.”

“And what about you? Where do you stand?” It’s an honest question, especially from him.

Momentarily you look off in thought. “I’ve been recommended for promotion. As I stand now I don’t have the biggest inside looks on the actual project itself.”

“As for [Redated]?”

Swallowing, you check her pulse. She’s stable. “... I actually don’t know. They say a good few years after the project formally started, she was brought back to us. A leftover from the Ergoproxy Station, I think is the story.” You pause, pouring more water over her. “There was some Xenomorphs...” You trail off, noticing something off.

Lifting her shirt up above her tearing grey sports bra, you recoil with an uneven shriek.

Smack dab beneath her ribs is an ugly patch of scar tissue, suggesting an injury repeatedly opened back up and inflicted. At first glance it looks more like she was impaled on a pole, but when you take a closer look at how it’s formed, it almost looks like...

Your face blanches. “... Hey, Wakate... Take a look at this, if you’d be so kind.”

Almost immediately after you request it he’s right beside you, kneeling down and lifting [Redacted] slightly to get a better look at the scar. His enormous finger prods and pokes it, him looking from slightly different angles. Eventually he lifts his head, looking toward you.

“Do you know how Xenomorphs reproduce, Ooman?” He questions, and you nod. “This is not a wound from the outside in.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense.” It really doesn’t. “The chestburster method is supposed to be fatal.”

“Either the actual parasite can travel, or she’s tremendously unlucky.” He’s audibly rolling his eyes. “This particular Ooman’s an odd one.”

Wetting your lips, you raise your hand to your communicator. “Johnson, come in.”

“[Name], evac’s going to be there in thirty, the hell you want?” His uncharacteristic testiness has you momentarily recoiling. “... Apologies. The commander’s been up my ass about the operation.”

“Cry me a river,” You sigh. “Listen, do you or I have access to the files of the Ergoproxy Station incident?”

“... Negative.”

Furrowing your brow, you try not to snap at him. “Well, who does?”

“The scientists, bioengineers, the whole nine yards, all involved with this damn project. The commander, too.”

“Why would they keep those files from us?”

“Beats me... Will that be all?”

You huff. “Yes. Ending communication.”

The moment your finger releases the communicator button, you slump, almost tempted to hit yourself in the forehead. Letting out a sharp, aggravated breath through puffed cheeks, you try to relax, scooping [Redacted]’s hand up in yours. Squeezing it slightly, you lift your head back up, straightening your back to look towards Wakate, now looking a bit more relaxed.

“What’ll you do now, Wakate?” You’re wholly aware you two are a good team, maybe even starting to bond. Whatever the case may be, you just want to know if he’ll be okay.

“My hunt is over, and you retrieved your friend. So, our alliance has served its purpose,” He responds. “My ship will be back soon. In the meanwhile I’ll be combing this island for anything that might’ve escaped the nest.”

You swallow. “Well then I’m staying.”

His mandibles flare. “You said yourself you’re out of bullets, and you’re inadept with what you have still. You’ll be fodder before you even take a breath.” His voice is stern, almost harsh, but even you can pick up the undertone of care. Once you do, his large hand is on your arm. “You fought well, and proven yourself a worthy Ooman. Do not throw that away.”

“But...” You tilt your head slightly. “How will I know you’re okay?”

He snorts. “You don’t need to be concerned about me. You’re quick and resourceful, and equally I am strong and agile. If you can make it that long in the nest, I can survive the island.”

Only mildly assured, you nod. “Okay...”

For a moment, you’re both in silence. There’s no reason for him to stay beside you, other than whatever’s going on in his head. You like thinking maybe he’s just looking after you and [Redacted] until your chopper arrives, but there’s probably something else. Perhaps what he’ll do when he gets back home, wherever home may be for him.

“... Wakate,” You say after a moment.

“What?”

“When [Redacted] and I get back to the base, I’m going to see if I can access the files to Ergoproxy station. If I can get those, I can probably find out about her too.” You put your hand over the scar under her shirt. “If what you said is true, then she’s been through a whole lot more than we know.”

“And what’ll happen when you do find all that?” He sounds... doubtful? You’re not sure.

“I’ll prevent it from happening again.” A newfound resolution creeps onto your tongue. “And if there’s more I’ll put a stop to it. To hell with retirement - if this is more than just her, someone’s gonna have to answer for it.”

A moment, and he erupts in laughter. Confused, you turn back towards him, tilting your head, before he puts a hand on it.

“I was right to believe in you!” He guffaws. “Alright then. Hopefully we’ll see each other again when your next hunt begins.”

“Hopefully...” Your voice trails off at the telltale buffering of an engine.

Raising your head you look aside, seeing the helicopter closing in from just over the horizon. As it approaches the trio of you, you stand up, raising your arm high and waving. Before you know it a ladder drops down as the chopper door opens. Colonel Weiss, initially confusing to see, leans out and waves back at you.

“[Last Name]!” He shouts.

“Sir!” You respond, giving him a quick salute.

“You’re both in one piece, thank god! Now just get her and let’s get the hell out of here!” His voice is normally crusty but he sounds like he’s been smoking so many cigarettes on the way. Even the actual smoke radiates off him and he doesn’t even have one in his mouth.

Turning, you lift [Redacted] into your arms, approaching the ladder as Weiss descends. Softly passing her over to him, you fail to notice the displeasure on his face as you turn back towards Wakate. Feeling the colonel going back up the ladder to secure her, you clear your throat, approaching him yet again.

“You are not staying,” He reiterates, helmet on his hip.

“Not planning to.” You know it’s what’s best. So, you manage a smile, holding your hand out. “Well... so long, Wakate.”

He looks down at your hand, his mandibles rubbing together. Before long he shakes his head. “I have a better idea.”

Blinking, you watch him set his helmet aside, swinging his arms before turning back to you. Momentarily you fear him trying to strangle you now that he has no further business with you, but then you’re surprised when he closes the distance. Before you know it your cheek’s pressed to his chest plate, and his arms effortlessly hold you.

... Oh. OH.

Holy fucking shit.

Ignoring your back popping slightly, you do reciprocate his attempt at a hug. Sadly he is so huge that you have your arms almost stretched out completely to your sides, your forearms only barely touching his back. As though aware of your frailty he’s clearly just hanging his arms; you shudder at the possibility of his true strength.

... Yep. He’ll be just fine.

“Be safe, Wakate.” The helicopter is loud, so you are hopeful he doesn’t hear.

“Stay alive long enough for us to meet again.” It’s practically an order. “If my ship returns again and you’ve expired, I’ll drag you back from whatever afterlife you end up in and hunt you down.”

You chortle, raising your voice so you’re audible. “You too, don’t you dare die to anything!”

“[LAST NAME]! STOP HUGGING THE YAUTJA AND LET’S GO!” Weiss about screams through the helicoper.

You scoff. Asshole... “... See you around, Wakate.”

Reluctantly, you break from him, patting his arm as his almost serpentine eyes blink along with him nodding.

“Good hunting, Ooman.”

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“So from what I understand, [Redacted] was snatched and dragged into this island’s nest, right?”

“Correct, sir.” You finish patching your injuries, having prioritized [Redacted] and risked infection; you must’ve had more injuries from your fight with that Xenomorph than you thought. “We confirmed the death of the queen, and suddenly we were ambushed by a Xenomorph.”

“I see.” His shift to being calm is... odd. “And that’s when you met the Yautja?”

“His name is Wakate, sir.” You wipe some sweat from your forehead. “He helped me find the nest and retrieve [Redacted]. If not for him I’d be long dead.”

“Never expected you to make friends with one of them, but what matters is all three of you made it.” He reaches over and pats your leg. “You’re sure to get that promo, hopefully. By the looks of it you’ve been through hell.”

“And dragged myself out of it, too. I killed a Xenomorph - might’ve been the one that snatched her, too.” There’s an odd pride in your chest, only swelling when his eyes brighten slightly.

“That’s great news. You were always one of the best - maybe you’ll be the best, with some more time with this line of work.” He contemplates his cigars and lighter, before his better judgment puts them back in his pocket. “There’s a good fat paycheck waiting for you. Maybe some vacation time, if you’re up for it.”

“I’d like to be able to stay in contact if I do, keep in the know about [Redacted],” You affirm. “I do want a vacation, but her health is just as important as mine.”

“Granted. I can tell, after all, that this is very important to you.” Then his chest bounces with a laugh as he leans back. “This takes me back. When you were raised to this rank and put on this work, we had just recently recruited [Redacted]. Girl couldn’t even say her own name or talk to anyone, but then you came along and she actually acted human.” His eyes crinkle with a smile. “... It was meant to be, [Last Name].”

“I’m honored you regard both of us so highly, sir,” You nod, giving an appreciative smile. “I hope we keep pleasing you.”

“I know you will.”

“And sir?” You lean on your thighs.

“Yes?”

“Do you... happen to know something about Ergoproxy Station?”

#aliens vs predator #yautja x reader #yautja #yautja x human #xenomorph #reader insert #my writing #writing #predator

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puppy-coded · 3 years ago

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My Favorite Things

��𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈): Fluff, Gale being resistant to touch

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 1195 Words

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Gale Hawthorne x Fem!Reader

𝒫𝒪𝒱: 3rd Person

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: Gale has had an aversion to touch since he and (Y/N) had met. One day, one fateful day, he lets her run her fingers through his hair because, well, he cares about his girl and her happiness and satisfaction in their relationship.

𝒜/𝒩: I... This got super fluffy and I want one now... I recently reread the trilogy in the wake of reading The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and I just... Heck. Gale Hawthorne is secretly a giant cuddler, you cannot prove to me otherwise. Also, requests are open if you want another one or one from another fandom!

Gale and (Y/N) had been dating for a while. Her love language is physical touch while Gale's is acts of service. She wasn't surprised when she found out Gale had never gotten physical affection.

"It just feels wrong to touch people randomly," He'd always tell her after she asked him about it.

(Y/N) had made it her mission to get Gale to admit that he enjoys affection because, dammit, she wants to hug her boyfriend. She lives for cuddles and small kisses and cute moments but, because it's Gale, she's not going to get those unless she shows him how much it means to her. Her love language is a big part of her, even using platonically makes her happy.

One day she and Gale had been hanging out and... he let her run her fingers through his dark hair. They were in the woods, talking, laughing, joking, and eating when Gale joked about taking a nap. They were eating some berries (Y/N) picked when he had said it.

"Maybe we could find a comfortable rock under the sun," He started in a joking manner. "I'm tired and I need a nap, the mines are getting to me."

"Alright," (Y/N) responded. "Let's go, I know a spot." She had gotten up and grabbed her basket before Gale could back out and say he just wanted to eat more blackberries.

"No but... Okay, I'll humor you," He sighed, getting up from his spot. "If one of us dies it's your fault," He teases, knowing his girlfriend has a tendency to get lost.

"Oh shush, I won't get us lost and neither of us will die," She said, rolling her eyes and popping a few blackberries in her mouth.

After a good fifteen minutes of walking (Y/n) stopped suddenly, making Gale run into her.

"Sorry," He mumbled. He took the basket from her gently while she moved some branches around so the sun would hit them, like what Gale suggested.

"It was a joke (Y/N)," He tried to explain but she grabbed his arm and gently pulled him down with her.

"And...? The mines are killing you, I want to do stuff for you when we're together," She told him as he laid dawn next to her. She laid down next to him on her side and kept talking. "I enjoy doing those things for you because I know it makes you happy but I also like to spend time with you and sometimes cuddle with you when you finally come around on being a touchy person."

"If it really matter that much to you I'll let you do one thing just this once," He offers. "Choose wisely."

(Y/N) sat up and brought his head into her lap and giggled lightly when she saw all six-foot-three of him sprawled out on the boulder. She started to gently comb her fingers through his dark hair and absent-mindedly humming a song her mother used to sing for her. It's her favorite song and Gale loves hearing it from her.

"'Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens...'" She started to sing for Gale. He had sighed contentedly and shifted slightly, letting her do it some more.

"'Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens...'" She continued, starting to use her nails to scratch his scalp soothingly.

"'Brown paper packages tied up with strings...'" She gently smiled down at him when he started to tap her leg slowly to the song.

"'These are a few of my favorite things...'" She continued to Gale, wanting him to relax. She could feel Gale relaxing under her the more she ran he fingers through his hair and gently scratches small circles on his back. It took three run throughs of her song before Gale finally took a well deserved nap.

The next Sunday she had decided to meet Gale at his place in the Seam instead of them meeting each other at their usual spot in the woods.

"Hey (Y/N), ready to go to our spot?" He asked, opening the door as she's about to knock, seeming to be a step ahead of her.

"Actually... I already went..." She told him, holding up her full basket. "I wanted to, um, stay and make sure you nap. I really want you to not be tense when you're mining, it's dangerous," She explained sheepishly, leaning against the door frame, the tall man still at the door with his jaw on the floor. (Y/N) had never done that before and he couldn't decide if he was angry or endeared by her action.

"I mean, come in, I guess..." He said awkwardly, taking a handful of blackberries. He lead her to his room and sat in his char so she could sit on his bed.

"No, no, lay with me," (Y/N) insisted, patting the spot next to her when she sat down.

"Where is this going?" Gale asked, getting suspicious of (Y/N)'s actions.

He laid down nonetheless, stiff as a statue with his arms crossed and a blank expression on his face. (Y/N) had put her basket behind her and laid on her side, facing Gale.

"Can I...?" She asked, her hand hovering over his face. Gale sighed deeply in(badly faked) annoyance and pressed her hand to his face for her.

"I'll take that as a yes," She giggled, kissing his forehead.

Gale had turned to his side and pressed (Y/N) down so she was laying on her back. He had wrapped his arms around her torso, slid down the bed, and moved her hand to his head.

"I like it now. I'll show you I love you a little more often than I have," He told her, turning his head into her stomach and turning back to talk to her after a few moments. "My aversion to touching shouldn't get in the way of our relationship and I don't want to ruin what we have. We've been friends for forever and I just... I suck," He ended with a sigh. He nuzzled into her torso, his stubble scratching her stomach slightly.

(Y/N) had giggled at his newfound inclination to attach himself. She scratched his scalp gently as she had the previous week and smiled softly at her boyfriend.

"It's okay Gale, you don't suck. Some people just have different tendencies and that's okay," She tried assuring him.

"It's not but okay, thanks for trying to make me feel better," He said, squeezing her tighter.

"Seriously. It's fine, I still love you," She said, not even realizing what she had told him.

"At least it's under these circumstances that you told me you loved me for the first time and I wouldn't have it any other way... I love you too..." He told her, before slowly and quietly drifting off to sleep.

Weekly nap/cuddle time had been established that day. It would forever replace gathering or hunting, both of them getting it done when they had time before they were to meet each other at Gale's house. Both of them happy, neither of them wanting it to end.

#gale #gale hawthorne #the hunger games #gale hawthorne x read #gale hawthorne x reader #fem!reader #gale hawthorne x fem!reader #hunger games #couple cuddling #touch starvation #love language #physical touch #➴➵➶➴athena writes➶➴➵➶

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lilith-of-rivia · 3 years ago

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Monster House

Trigger Warnings: Claustrophobia, mentions of self-hatred, self-degrading voice, panic/anxiety attack, mentions of blood and gore.

Summary: after Geralt lashes out at you and leaves you alone in a house, you have an anxiety attack/panic attack.

Word Count: 1,676

Paring: DAD!GeraltXFemaleMinorDAUGHTERReader

Request: Hello! Could you write one where the reader is Geralt's child surprise. Reader is in her teens and gets in trouble. Geralt is pissed and grounds her. Reader cannot leave the house. The reader has developing claustrophobia so no fresh air for a while eventually gets to her. Reader starts to have an anxiety attack but doesn't dare go outside for a quick breath of fresh air. Geralt comes home and tries to calm her down and stuff. Thank youuu!!! 🥺🥺🥺

@theichabbieclub

Thank you for the request, my dear, so sorry for the wait. Hope you like it?

“Geralt! You’re being unreasonable. I didn’t do anything wrong!!” You yelled. Your hair was a mess around your face. Dirt smeared all over with some blood that thankfully didn’t belong to you.

“Did nothing wrong??” Geralt’s face to you, now eye level. He had to bend down to be eye to eye with you. His eyes searched yours. You could see the anger, fear, and concern on his face. Something you had only ever seen, no one else got to see that.

He sighed heavily, his hands rubbing down his tired face. He was attempting to calm himself down, knowing he could sometimes be a bit too harsh with you.

“You deliberately left the house after me. You could’ve gotten killed.”

“-But I didn’t.” He sighed, grabbing your chin in his hand making you look at him.

You did leave the safety of the house, even when he said no. You wanted to come with him. It was only a pack of wolves. Nothing he couldn’t handle and you wanted to help, more than anything. You hated not being able to help him with anything, you could never do anything unless he was by your side. He or Jaskier. It made you feel like a burden.

“You’re right you didn’t. But you could’ve. You’re not to leave this house for three days. You stay in here, read the books Yen gave you. Unless I am by your side you do not step foot past that threshold. Do you understand me?” His voice was deep, stern, mean. You hated it when you got grounded. You sighed deeply, nodding in agreement.

“Good. I’m very disappointed in you Y/N.” He stood again, his back to you. Before you could say anything else he was out the door. You had half a mind to follow him but chose to listen to him. His lingering disappointment still thick in the hot air of the cramped house.

You walked to the corner of the small room, sitting down in the pile of blankets. You grabbed one of the herbal books Yennerfir gave to you and began reading. No matter how many times you reread the same paragraph about mugwort you couldn’t absorb the material. You were getting hotter and hotter, the hot summer sun now at its full peak at noon making the small cabin you were in getting hotter. You grabbed your water canteen and slugged it down. To your disappointment, Geralt had taken his own with him.

“This isn’t a house, it’s a shack. With walls enclosing it around me.” You huffed to yourself. Gathering your hair in your hands you tied it back, hoping it would help. But it did nothing. The room began to feel smaller, tighter. The air getting thicker.

Your mind wandered over Geralt’s words.

“He’s right. I’m such a disappointment. He should’ve left me years ago.” Your hot tears began to stream down your red cheeks. You put your hands on your face, holding it tightly, squeezing it as your eyes shut. You tried to not let these thoughts penetrate your head, but you couldn’t help but feel like you were a burden to Geralt. He constantly had to do things for you. You never did anything for yourself even if you wanted to. No matter how hard you tried you always felt like you were only a burden on him.

Your breathing became ragged and harsh as you cowered into the corner. Your body trembled, the walls around you closing in around you as you watched the floor move up and down like a monster’s mouth.

“If you ever need me; scream my name, I’ll hear you.”

His voice echoed through your head as you moved to the window. You pushed the small glass panel open and sat below it feeling the very soft breeze that came through. Your throat felt like it was closing. Your body shaking more as you cried harder, the thoughts of Geralt not coming back for you.

“GERALT PLEASE COME BACK!!!” Your screams echoed off the walls of the house. Your head in your hands as you cried harder and harder, your throat beginning to hurt.

“Please...please...please...please come back Geralt.” Your head began to get heavy as you laid on the hard floor. The door of the house flew open, but you didn’t have the energy to open your eyes, but you knew it was him. His smell was all too familiar to you. His arms quickly grabbed your limp body pulling you into his chest, his hand quickly grabbed your chin making your face turn to him, your eyes still not opening. You couldn’t.

“Jesus Y/N, your burning up. Did you eat something bad??” His voice was full of panic, it made your heart hurt. All I ever do is cause you pain. Your thoughts were filling your small head, making it harder for you to stop crying.

“The house is eating me.” You crooked out. He quickly lifted you, carrying you quickly out of the house. The fresh air instantly made you take in a breath, your tears subsiding.

You could hear the splash of water as Geralt walked into the river near the cabin. He kneeled into the water, using his hand to cup cold water pouring it over your face.

“Open your mouth.” You did as he asked and drank the cold water from his hand. Your senses slowly started to return, your eyes opened and the bright sun made them burn. You slowly moved them around the running water. You could feel Gerlt’s fingers stroking your hair behind your ears as he completely sat in the water, no regard for his clothes. You locked eyes and gave him a weak smile.

“What happened?” His voice was softer than before, it was deep, comforting. Made you feel safe, even in the unsafe world you lived in.

“I feel like nothing but a burden...you never trust me to do anything on my own. It's like I’m a leach to you…” you couldn’t look at him, closing your eyes feeling the cold water rush into your back.

“You're not a leach, you're my kid. It's my job to protect you.” your eyes snapped back to his own. For years he never referred to you as his kid, or his daughter. At least not out loud. He treated you like his daughter. He was all you ever had when it came to parents, other than Yennefer.

His hand gently combed your hair from your face, sitting you up fully, your legs submerged in the cool rushing water.

“If something happened to you, if you died I wouldn’t be able to live in this world.” The smile that overtook your face made him roll his eyes playfully.

“You love me.” You cooed in a sing-song voice as you pointed your small finger at his face. He grunted, rolling his eyes.

“Of course I do, kid. I didn't have much meaning in life before I found you.” Your smile only grew as the big bad witcher gushed about his kid.

“Could you actually say it?” You asked, lifting your head slightly as he washed the dirt from his arms, you two slowly separating, leaving a foot between your bodies as you sat in the water.

“Say what?”

“That you love me. You've only ever said it once. But I don't think you meant to then.” Geralt eyebrows furrowed together.

“When?”

“A long time ago, you had gotten badly beaten by a group of banshees. Yen found you and brought you back with her. She had no one else to help, so I had to. I was barely eleven yet. It was scary, you were all… bloody, and cold. Your eyes were stuck open- corps like.” Your eyes were looking all over his body, and the earth around you. The story was never easy for you to remember, but you never forgot it.

“I honestly hate that I remember it so much, I remember watching Yen cry as she tried her best to stitch you back up. She just kept begging and pleading with ever god she thought was listening to her. It was horrible.” Geral's hand gently held yours, his finger softly stroking the back of your hand.

“I didn't forget it though. You woke up the next day, and I've never cried harder.” You said with a soft laugh.

“I hugged you, too tight and it hurt you. And I said I was sorry and I was just happy you didn't die. And you asked me why...I didn't know why you asked that stupid question. So I just said because I loved you. And you said it back. But you haven't sense. And honestly, if I'm your kid, you should say it more often. Because only telling me after you die really fucking sucks.” This time he laughed.

“I love you, Y/N. More than any father could ever love his child.” his arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest as you held onto him, a smile ear to ear.

“I love you too, fuck face.” he groaned into your hair as he rested his chin on top of your head.

“I'm like this because of you.” You mumbled and he nodded his head, humming softly.

#geralt x oc #geralt imagine #geralt x reader #getalt of rivia #geralt fanfic #witcher geralt #witcher jaskier #witcher yennefer #dad geralt #geralt dad #geralt x yn #geralt x you #witcher netflix #netflix #witcher oc #witcher 3

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harksness · 4 years ago

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Midnight

Gwen Stacy x Reader

A/N: Okay so I promised to write this/wrote it before I went mia from this blog for the fattest of minutes and I have no clue why I didn't just post it. I think it's bc I didn't like it at the time, but now that I reread it I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. So I hope you enjoy this dusty Gwen x Reader I dug out of the pit of hell that is my drafts!! Also, I'm working on chapter 3 of No Longer Yours and it'll be out soon I promise!!! I've just been so busy!!

Summary: Gwen had a rough night out on patrol and she needs her girlfriend to ground her.

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Word Count: 1,320

Warnings: None

You've always been a light sleeper. So, when you felt your bed dipping next to you, it startled you awake. Initially, you freeze. Waiting for the stranger to do something, your heart is pounding in your chest. With your brain still foggy from sleep, you roll over quickly, the sheets tangling around your waist. You don't know what you were hoping to accomplish with that.

“It’s alright, it’s just me.”

Immediately you recognize your girlfriend's voice, and you feel yourself let out a breath that you had been holding, the tension leaving your body. You blindly reach out as you blink the remnants of sleep from your eyes until you feel her arm, then proceed to give it a soft, lighthearted smack.

“Jesus, Gwen! You scared the ever loving crap outta me!”

You exclaimed, your voice still slurred from sleep. You suddenly sense the tense air surrounding her. She stays silent, staring out the window and into the night sky. That’s when you notice your apartment window is still cracked open from her entry. The cool night air drifts into the warm room, and it feels nice against your overheating skin. That’s when you remembered- Gwen only comes in through the window like this after a bad night. Like, a really bad night. Like, someone died or got seriously injured sorta night. You feel your heart tighten at the realization.

You sat up, scooting a bit closer to her. You slowly raised your hand and rested it on her shoulder. Her suit is still on, her hood bunched up at the base of her neck. You squeeze her shoulder comfortingly. When she didn’t protest, and she never does, you brought up your hand and began combing your fingers through her soft, blonde locks. Gwen only continued to look out the open window, and at that moment a gentle breeze came through and danced with her hair.

“What do you need, baby?”

You asked softly, gently. Once again you moved your hand to her shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. You wanted to remind her that you’re here, that you’ll always be here for her. Gwen’s gaze shifted to her lap where her hands rest and you follow her eyes, finding her mask clutched tightly between her gloved fingers.

“I just need you.”

She finally spoke. Your heart aches at how broken she sounds. She turns her head to look at you, those stunning blue eyes of her finally meeting yours. Concern etched across your features at the ruined look in her eyes. Your heart aches again. All you want to do is hold her and protect her from the world- let someone else be Spider-Woman. Let someone else save the day. All you want is for Gwen to be okay, and she can't be okay with the weight of the world on her shoulders.

“You have me, Gwen. I’m right here.”

She shifted so that she was facing you, one hand bracing herself on the bed, and the other coming up to cradle your cheek. Gwen pulled you towards her, and you didn’t resist. You didn’t want to. Her lips met your own, desperate and needy. It knocked the wind right out of you. You did your best to return the kiss, but still, drowsiness slowed your thoughts and your movements. You leaned forward, tangling your hand in her hair as she slipped her tongue into your mouth.

She pulled back abruptly, and you took a moment to catch your breath.

“God, I’m sorry. I come in here in the middle of the night and wake you up, then just grab your face and just shove my tongue down your throat? I’m so stupid.. I should’ve asked you if it was okay. I shouldn’t have woken you up, you need your sleep. I’m sorry.”

She sighed, dragging her hands down her face in embarrassment. You grab one of her still gloved hands and shake your head.

“Never apologize, Gwen. I’m here when you need me. I’ll always be here... And I could never turn down a makeout session with my extremely hot girlfriend. I love your kisses, Spider-Woman.”

You smile playfully at her, with your fist still tangled in her hair, you bring her face closer to yours and simply rub your nose against hers lovingly. She smiles softly in return, a quiet laugh falling from her lips.

“What would I do without you?”

Gwen smiled, and you smiled back.

“You would be so lost."

"I would be."

She says quietly, her smile turning soft as she looks at you with eyes full of love. You lean in and leave a kiss on her forehead.

"Even though you look really good in that suit, it's time for bed. And I'd prefer that you don't sleep in that thing."

Gwen hums approvingly as you get up from the bed and make your way to your closet, the moonlight illuminating the room in grays and whites, only tints of color. Giving you just enough light to clearly search through your closet.

"I love wearing your shirts more than this thing, anyways. I love wearing your shirts more than anything, actually."

You grin at her words as you find a ratty old grey t-shirt. Hopefully this one will do.

You turn around just as she’s bending over to shimmy the suit off of her feet. You can’t help but admire how good she looks- the moonlight hitting her back makes her look radiant. She's so beautiful and stunning, in moments like these you can't help but be in awe that she's even real.

“My eyes are up here.”

She wiggles her eyebrows at you and you feel your face flush. You clear your throat and laugh it off.

“You’re too observant, I never get to secretly oggle you.”

You pout and she laughs as she folds her suit and stuffs it into her backpack. Her laugh makes you relax a bit, happy that she’s starting to become a little more normal.

“Here, catch.”

You interrupt before she can say anything else. You throw the shirt at her, and she catches it with her amazing reflexes. She holds it out in front of her and studies it for a moment, a slight pout now making its way onto her lips. She’s so cute.

“I want to wear your Fall Out Boy shirt, it’s my favorite.”

You throw yourself back into bed, bouncing slightly as you do so before getting under the blankets.

“It’s dirty, gorgeous. You’ll have to make do with this one.”

Now you’re the observant one, because you notice a hint of red on her cheeks as she slips the shirt over her head. You smile to yourself, happy to have been able to successfully fluster her.

She slips under the covers next to you, and you open your arms. Gwen scoots in closer, and she rests her head on your shoulder, bringing up her hand to rest on your chest. You bury your nose in her hair and kiss the top of her head as you wrap your arms around her. You feel her relax in your embrace, a soft sigh leaving her lips.

She’s safe here, in your bed, in your arms. She can drop all of the stress of being a superhero at the door and pick it up again in the morning. Moments like these are her only bits of peace amongst the chaos, the only thing that keeps her sane and grounded. She really doesn’t know what she would do without you. You’re an angel, and she doesn’t understand how she got so lucky.

After a moment of silence, Gwen says your name softly.

“Yes, dear?”

You whisper into the roots of her hair.

“Thank you for always being here for me.”

She says, even softer than before. You smile, running your thumbs against her skin.

“Of course. I’ll always be here when you need me.”

#gwen stacy x reader #mcu #marvel #marvel movies #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanfic #spider-verse #marvel wlw #wlw x reader #wlw reader inserts

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trashytoastboi · 4 years ago

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Hello there 💞

I come across from your blog today and i can't stop myself for request something form you

Jujutsu kaisen

Nanami

1. "Your scent is intoxicating" (Fluff/NSFW)

He is alpha and hears these words from his female omega

Congratulations on 1000 from new I'm going to be a new member of your family

i hope you have a wonderful times in with everyone here

Thank you 💞

Heyya!🍀 Thank you kindly! This was my first time writing for Nanami so I'm still trying to get used to his character.

Welcome to the Trashytoast cult I mean family👀👀 And hope you enjoy~

(Female pronouns)

1000 Follower Event!

NSFW Scenario: ABO AU! Alpha! Nanami x F! Omega - #1. “Your scent is intoxicating”

Warnings: NSFW (ABO/Omegaverse Dynamics, Slight teasing, On desk, biting)

Word count: 2, 501 words

🕰Nanami Kento🕰

Nanami walked in, dragging his feet across the floor. It had been one of those days, too long, too tedious and far too stressful. Worst of all, Gojo felt the need to give him a stack of papers that supposedly needed reviewing, though it's just his way of pulling a prank. Especially knowing that Nanami would go home and read every letter with diligence. Now he sits at his desk, papers in hand and skimming over the contents to check the oh so important information that he needs to find in the documents. It was almost a true throwback to his previous salary man days, sometimes he missed the mundane nature, other times not. It was usually dependant on the day, but honestly the one thing he did not anticipate after returning to being a jujutsu sorcerer was something like paperwork and more often than not it was almost as if rubbing salt into the wound of a tiresome day for something as tedious as paperwork. His concentration proved to be wavering between thought and boredom, which led to having to reread over the same words multiple times trying to fully comprehend them. He is pulled back to reality by the feeling of a gentle hand resting on his shoulder, {Name} leans down to plant a chaste kiss on his cheek. A soothing tone and a small smile as she welcomes him home. Glancing over his shoulder {Name} can see the paperwork in his hands. Her hands slide over his shoulders feeling how tense the muscles are, most likely due to hunching over his desk

{Name} could see Nanami running over something in his mind, not wanting to disturb, she smiled and left him to his own devices just to allow him a bit of space. After a few minutes, {Name} decides to peek in at Nanami before walking in to place a drink down for him. Taking a seat on the corner of his desk, enough to make her presence known but not enough to obstruct his work. Nanami glances up from his papers to look at her, she averts her gaze trying not to seem too needy for his attention. A minuscule smile twitches from Nanami's lips as he sets the papers down on the desk, still within the grasp of his hand. At the gesture, {Name} takes the invitation and reaches her hands out for him, her mannerisms and affections are gentle. Undoing his tie, slowly sliding it off and placing it down beside her before reaching for his glasses and removing them. She carefully places them on the desk before reaching for him again to lightly comb her fingers through his hair, seeing his expression clouded with exhaustion. Nanami groans softly in response as he closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her fingers grazing his scalp and raking through his hair, it's soothing. “Too much overtime?” The light sarcasm in her voice seemed to cause Nanami to furrow his brows and frown slightly, {Name} holds back a chuckle and looks at him with a concerned expression “I'm kidding Kento, you do look pretty haggard though.” {Name} croons, Nanami opens his eyes and moves his hand to rest on her thigh. “Just don't enjoy getting 'homework' after hours” he states. Absent mindedly stroking her thigh with his thumb and turned his attention back to the paperwork proceeding to read through the rest of the contents. While his hand does feel pleasant with it's mindless ministrations {Name} attempts to move off the desk, instantly halted by the feeling of his hand tightening it's grip, she looks up to see his gaze resting on her. An instant chill at the sight, seeing him look at her in a predatory manner. Despite that, {Name} moves, this time not away but towards Nanami as she leans in a little closer to press a kiss to his lips, it is soft, chaste and experimental as to his intentions. The moment she leans in however, her mind is overthrown with the most alluring scent of her alpha. It never fails to take her by surprise and cause her to stir internally, restlessly to say the least. Just how by tantalizing it is, it could surely throw anyone off guard, though {Name} would think after all this time it wouldn’t still catch her out like this. {Name} can feel the creeping blush that twinges her skin with a familiar heat at the very drastic turn her thoughts had taken. It went from some sweet little pecks to wishing Nanami would just take her already.

Nanami couldn't help but stifle a chuckle, watching how the gears turned in her head. His hand slides a little further up her thigh, all the while watching her reaction with a few straying glances from his paperwork. Watching how she bites her lip, before taking the invitation to settle into his lap. {Name's} fingers run through his hair and lightly tugging to signal Nanami to lean his head back, and feeling her small yet forceful gesture Nanami tilts his head back in compliance. {Name} smiles slightly, seeing him oblige her so easily as she nuzzles into his neck. Peppering his skin with light butterfly kisses that only serve to tease and entice “Your scent is intoxicating...” She drawls softly against his skin, listening to a low groan leaving Nanami as he grows more relaxed, leaning back into the chair and handing himself over to her. Nanami brings his hand to rest on her back, using it to press her body closer to his. His other hand runs along her arm, tracing up to her neck before using a single finger to guide her face upwards as Nanami holds her in close proximity, his lips hovering so close to hers. Her body pressed firmly against him, she can feel when his chest rises and falls with his every breath. They remain locked in a silent stalemate, waiting, anticipating on who would be the first to break when neither makes the next move. Nanami cradles her face lovingly and leans in to capture her lips with a sweet kiss, increasing with it's passion as it stays with a low burning intensity that serves to further aggravate her need and desire. His hand settles on her waist, only further driving her up the wall with the gentle way his thumb strokes her side. Nanami knows this, but he likes to tease, he is aware of how much {Name} wants him, he knows she is impatient, and he will deny her until {Name} is the one who asks for it or takes it.

“Sly aren't you...” {Name} murmurs through a slight pout, her eyes find Nanami's and cast a knowing gaze, it's a common game of Nanami's that she knows all too well. She can play too, a quick readjustment of her hips, a shift into his lap and little grinding serves her well when she feels something that makes her smile. Knowing that his body betrays his stoic expression, the contact has him groaning softly “And yet you call me the sly one” Nanami states, he feels amused when he sees that lustful gaze of hers, an accompanying flirtatious smile “Fine, I'll bite.”

“Kinky, is that an invitation darling?” Nanami retorts. Watching her giggle softly and playfully roll her eyes in response. Her lips grace his neck again, while her hands rest on his chest, rubbing soothing circles before proceeding to undo his buttons skilfully. As his shirt falls slightly open her finger traces a line down the newly exposed skin, before slipping her hands into the shirt, grazing over his chest and pushing his shirt open, leaving it draped on his shoulders, her lips making a trail down his chest, eager and searing. Despite the urgency she never wants to forget to appreciate her alpha, Nanami shifts in his seat, causing her to halt and look up at him for a moment. Returning to kissing him as Nanami reaches behind her to push things off the desk, shocking {Name} as she interposed the kiss to exclaim in surprise at his actions, Nanami places her on the desk, her attention looks towards everything now scattered on the floor, his fingers gripping her chin to make her face him “You focus on me” Nanami smirks, looking at her expression, typical deer in the headlights, taking the closeness as an invitation to kiss him only to be stopped with his thumb at her lips, slowly tracing them “Kento...” {Name} mumbles, as his thumbs slips into her mouth “Shhhh” he whispers watching her eyes glaze over with want.

She runs her hands down his body, hooking her fingers into his belt as she pulls him harshly resulting in Nanami nearly losing his balance and slamming his hand into the desk to keep his balance. “{Name} behave.” Nanami mutters lowly, leaning into her and pressing her harder into the table, rutting his hips against hers eliciting a cute little moan as his slow pace grows increasingly more intense. {Name} smiles innocently as if she had done no wrong and of course relishes his reaction. The instance of impatience proves to be enticing to him, and indicative of what she wants.

Her eyes lift to meet his gaze all the while sneaking her hand to his belt again only to be thwarted by Nanami's reflexes as her hand is pinned to the desk by his. Slipping his own hand down to unbuckle his belt, a smile tugs at his lips and leans in. Though this time it was {Name} who stopped his advances, and he couldn't help but look at her quizzically as to why. “Is it alright for you to ignore work like this?” she questions with a slight hint of concern in her voice. “I'm not on the clock. Besides, I'm finishing what you started” Nanami hummed, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. A hand slides down her body, slipping under her shirt to touch the skin before pulling the shirt up quickly over her head and catching her a little of guard as to how sudden it is, but {Name} was not going to complain considering this is what she wanted. His attention turns to her pants, which luckily enough {Name} had assisted by shimmying out of them best she could to hurry along the proceedings. Nanami lowers his hand, trailing down closer and closer but {Name} is too impatient for that “I can't wait Kento, please don't tease me anymore” {Name} pleads sweetly, her voice heavy with a sultry tone and evident lust in it's undertones. “Please...I need you” she huffs out. Nanami withdraws his hands, readjusting his position and lining himself up with her entrance, easing into her slowly. Given that he couldn't get her a little more ready to take him, he'll keep it slow for now.

{Name} grabs onto him and hooks her legs around his waist, her moans getting higher the more he sinks into her, mewling from the feeling of being filled by her alpha. Nanami continues keeping pace with slow, deep thrusts, occasionally making sure to snap his hips a little just to hear those adorable little sounds that come from his omega. Nanami buries his face in the crook of her neck, baring his teeth and slowly sinking them into the skin. ��A-Alpha please~” {Name} whines at the slight sting and burning sensation, Nanami groans feeling how she tightened around him. He soothes the bite mark with a few sloppy kisses and lifts his head. Running his hand through his hair and looking down at her “Tell me what you want darling.” Nanami urged. “Faster...” {Name} purred with an evident blush adorning her face. Nanami immediately slams his hips into hers, giving into her pleas. His earlier self restraint steadily being chipped away by overwhelming instinct especially hearing {Name} calling him alpha never fails to ignite something, and seeing how she grabs onto him desperately when she isn't even in heat, and yet Nanami openly admits that he loves when {Name} clings onto him when they are being intimate.

Nanami cradles her face and kisses her gently, a definite contrast to the rough way he snaps his hips into hers all the while digging his fingernails into her hips. An unintentional growl escapes his lips as he utters the words “Mine” against her skin, grazing his teeth over and lightly nipping. {Name} nods in agreement, a little too out of it to reply with any coherent words. The familiar pressure arises as it builds and winds up increasing that tension in her stomach. Nanami does not relent on his pace and feeling her so close, thrusts harder, listening to the desk rattling and hitting against the wall, working even harder and more insistent on sending her over the edge. Her body trembles violently, {Name} digs her nails into his shoulders harshly trying to ground herself as the knot snaps making her cry out and call his name. Nanami gently rocks his hips and enjoys the feeling of her trembling in the aftershocks, gently thrusting in, out and working her through the high. “Alpha...” {Name} softly moans, nuzzling into him and placing lazy kisses wherever she could, earning a smile from Nanami. His thrusts stay slow, though rough until his own impending climax builds up. Continuously rocking into her and getting a little rougher, his hands grab her thighs and squeeze them roughly as he ruts against her as his release hits and has Nanami groaning loudly, growling and uttering profanities at the pleasure.

A shaky sigh leaves his lips as he closes his eyes and revels in the slight remnants, pressing his forehead against {Name's} and kissing her face lightly. The sound of heavy breathing can be heard, as the couple catch their breath. Peppering each other with some quick little kisses. “We'll have to clean the desk” {Name} comments, resting against Nanami and closing her eyes after seeing the mess the two of them made before glancing over to all the things that lay on the floor. “Still worried about that?” Nanami asks, seeing that her attention is directed towards all the various items scattered on the floor. “I feel a little bad distracting you from your work” she murmurs apologetically. Nanami places a kiss atop her head “A welcomed distraction darling” he replies, reassuring her. “I think before the desk we should worry about cleaning ourselves up” Nanami chuckles, helping {Name} to her feet and having a mixture of amusement and little pride at seeing her walk on such shaky legs.

Bonus:

“Oi Nanami! Did you read the papers?” Gojo questions, draping himself over the couch and seeing Nanami just sigh at the sight. “You mean the essay of “Why Gojo Satoru is awesome?”

“Yes, yes~ that one!”Gojo beams, as Nanami sighs now feeling a hint of annoyance. “I threw it away when I saw the content.” Nanami replies coldly as he adjusts his tie.

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little-diable · 4 years ago

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Hair - Draco Malfoy (fluff)

Request by beiahadid draco prompt 16,23,43 where he bleached his gf’s hair platinum blonde to match w him it’d be so cuteee

Hope you like it. Enjoy my loves. xxx

16 The most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen

23 Can you braid my hair, please?

43 body positivity, hyping each other up

“Draco”, (y/n) called her boyfriends name, lazily plopped down on one of the sofas in the Slytherins common room, “can you braid my hair, please?”. The words made him chuckle, he tugged on her wrist, giving himself enough room to place himself behind her, front pressed against her backside, he attached his lips to the back of her neck, “of course love”.

Draco would always play around with her hair, would carefully braid it, or even just brush it, he loved to take care of her and he certainly would never say ‘no’ to touching her soft hair. “You know”, he mumbled, eyes focused on his hands, braiding her strands with much care, he didn’t want to hurt her, didn’t want to pull on her roots, “you’d look lovely with blonde hair”.

The words made her hum, (y/n) had her eyes closed, trying to picture herself with blonde hair, “you just want me to match with you”, she giggled. As he finished his task he pulled her closer, arms slung around her, fingers interlaced with hers, the sweet scent of her shampoo engulfed him.

“Okay alright”, (y/n) mumbled, not believing that she was about to let Draco dye her hair, “let’s do it”. A giddy smile tugged on his lips, tickling her sides, coaxing a squeal out of her ere he rose from the sofa and picked her up, carrying her towards the perfects bathroom. “Are you sure?”, he found her eyes through the mirror, mixing the colors together, thankful for his magical abilities.

Snow was coating the land around Hogwarts in a white blanket, through the window (y/n) could watch the snowflakes fall, filling her with a warm feeling. Both had savored the last few days, grateful for the Christmas break, wrapped up in blankets as they’d snuggle on Dracos bed, stuffing their mouths with sweets.

Carefully Draco parted her hair, putting it into different sections, thoroughly adding the hair bleach, watching her once (y/h/c) hair turning blonde. She was excited, a bit nervous even, it would be an absolute nightmare, if she wouldn't like the outcome, but she trusted Draco. A focused expression graced his features, proudly wrapping some foil around her hair, “now we wait”.

“Calm down love”, he chuckled, she was laying on his chest, toying with the neckline of his shirt, waiting for the minutes to pass. “Do you think it will look good?”, Draco cupped her cheeks, pressing a soft kiss onto her lips, “yes it will, it was me who dyed your hair after all”, a smirk made its way onto his lips. “Of course”, she chuckled, eyes finding their way back to her watch.

(Y/n) basically ran towards the bathroom, ripped her clothes off her body, hands combing through her knotted hair, sighing as the hot water crashed down on her. Draco was patiently waiting in his room, eyes focused on his book, rereading every second word, praying that she’d like the new color. “Are you ready?”, he put his book down, whispering an exited “yes”.

She stepped into his room, biting down on her lip as she waited for his reaction, (y/n) was absolutely in love with her new hair. “Do you like it?”, she mumbled, eyes focused on him, his lips were slightly parted, taking in every inch of her, “you’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen love, it looks beautiful”, Draco smiled.

#Draco Malfoy #Draco Malfoy imagine #Draco Malfoy x reader #harry potter #Harry Potter imagine #tom felton #slytherin

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boognish-worshipper · 3 years ago

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Midnight City AU

this is an au where the main characters are all young adults!! (or millennials ig? they’re in their 20s basically) i gave a rundown of what’s what on a diff post,, i’m also splitting it up into diff chapters,, so this is gonna take a looooong time to finish. i’m posting this before i nitpick my writing to the max

it’s basically a lot of references to that point in time, artists, pop culture etc. all the chapters are named after songs from that era (including the name of this au bc i love midnight city and what better way to describe LS ‼️), and the lyrics r usually connected to what the chapter’s about, or about a character dynamic :D i hope this isn’t too cheesy, or sounds off ig. any typos in this were probably over looked bc i constantly reread my writing and rearrange stuff and make sure it sounds good 🥳 hope y’all enjoy !!! i’m also including a tag to find the chapters under :)

//Chapter 1: Crimewave

Trevor would never, ever admit it, but he had fallen into the category known as “post-hipster”. This was a strange era that began culminating, taking LS by storm. Whether he liked it or not, he could never avoid it. Even if he swore up and down he wasn’t like them, it was practically a paradox. Saying he wasn’t like them just made him a branched off version of the thing he denounced. Each aesthetic that was churned out as the 2010s rolled in were tied to a style, a sound, and Trevor couldn’t care less. It’s not like people liked what he liked. He didn’t belong to anything in particular, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t like them. If anything, he just became another obscure genre in the mix.

One of his favorite music groups was a Canadian duo called Crystal Castles. He enjoyed a good number of their songs, developing an interest for electropunk and pop punk. There was something unique about the sound, and it made Trevor feel special, like he discovered some sort of hidden treasure. He was into pop punk groups like Paramore too, but it was something about them that was just different. People knew Paramore. He often lingered around Sterling Lake, where other post-irony hipsters and classic hipsters resided, careful not to fully associate with them. After all, he apparently despised them, even though he participated in their strange… “culture”. If you could even call it that. From time to time he would find himself discussing his favorite artists with whatever semi-normal person was there, making a couple friends himself who weren’t the snooty kind he’d grown used to.

They all loved talking about how exceptional their taste in music was, a wide variety of people hanging around with their own cliques. Some liked Fall Out Boy, while others liked Blink-182, and then there were the weirdos who liked groups like Radiohead. Most of those guys were whiny, proclaiming how misunderstood they were. He knew maybe one Radiohead song at most (he definitely, definitely never cried to “Creep” and even if he did, so what) but never found himself willingly getting into their music. Then you had the nosedivr crowd, which consisted of mostly girls, and the occasional hipster guy that defected. Their taste was.. alright. Consisted of artists like Lana Del Ray and Marina and the Diamonds, who were their idols. He found almost everyone there besides the few friends he made kind of edgy, and not in the cool way. But he figured all hipsters and guys like them were kind of uncool. Don’t even get him started on those other indie rock types. God. He still came back as often as he could though, establishing some kind of routine. Most people there avoided him anyway, which he preferred. He had enough troubles with them in the past. There was one day he grew tired of the people gawking at him, and he launched a hipster right into the lake. So yeah, nobody within their right mind so much as looked in his direction. That was just how he rolled.

Today, he sat on a nearby bench in Sterling Lake’s park, watching some ducks float on water. His usual friends had been there too, seeing his clowncore buddy Wade with his cousin Floyd. Wade was extremely different than the pretentious fucks around them. He had a shit ton of piercings, and ICP was his favorite music group. Floyd on the other hand, fit right in. Almost too much, like it was something he was forced to do. But he did genuinely enjoy Weezer, of all things you could enjoy. Wade started waving at Trevor, while Floyd hid behind him. All he did was awkwardly wave back, turning his attention back to the lake. He liked Wade, but the clown stuff he wore sometimes spooked him. He didn’t pay much mind to his relative. Looking back across the water, he saw someone new, observing the area. Some dude a little above the average height, hands in his pockets walking around. He seemed a bit lost, and Trevor figured he should help if he was. After all, what was this guy doing here? New people didn’t show up often.

“Hey bud, you lost or something?”

“Oh uh, nah not really. I’m just looking for this girl I met a while ago, said she hangs out around here?”

“What she look like? I’m here pretty often.”

“Uhh kinda short, dark brownish hair? Wears fishnet stockings, high waisted shorts or whatever those grunge people are into.”

“Let me guess, she into the Neighborhood?”

“How’d you know?”

“Yeah, that’s Amanda, she’s a bit of a regular. Not too fond of me I must say.”

“How come?”

“She’s just petty towards me.” He said with a shrug. He didn’t feel like relaying his encounters with her if the guy was dating her or something.

“Oh… well d’ya think you could help me find her? I don’t really know anybody else here. I could actually use the help, since you know her.”

“Eh sure, why not.”

It’s not like he had anything better to do. The two began to walk around the park, gravel and dirt crunching beneath their feet.

“So.. what’s this place about?” The strange guy asked.

“Hm? Oh, it’s just one of those places the hipster folks meet up I guess. Don’t understand it much myself, nor do I really like them.”

“Then why do you come here?”

“Dunno. It’s relatively peaceful, those freaks keep to themselves.”

The man, who was only a smidge shorter than Trevor, glared up at him.

“Hey man, don’t call my girl a freak.”

“Ehh I don’t really count her in with the generic skinny jean wearing hipsters. More of a.. what is it called.. nosedivr type. Whatever that stupid website’s called. Why do you think she dresses like that?”

“Huh.. Never really thought to ask her.”

As he thought about the stuff Amanda wore, he took note of how the man next to him was dressed. He sported an olive jacket with a black turtle neck, and a plain pair of jeans. He wore beat up black converse to top it off, and a pair of Rimmers sunglasses sat upon his head. He looked simple, yet distinguished with the way he presented himself, hair neatly combed back. He figured the two would look nice standing next to one another. They would’ve made an attractive couple, if they weren’t dating already, the kind that turns heads. Trevor wasn’t like them. He wore a black beanie over his mullet, and his favorite pair of red Dix sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose. The rest of his fit looked disheveled. He had thrown on a wrinkled top, solid black with little surf boards and cars along the bottom- he was a sucker for Hawaiian shirts. His pants were tan colored but had some bleach stains, with old combat boots on his feet.

“Yeah, we may not like each other but I don’t really consider her a freak like those guys.”

He jutted a thumb in the direction of a circle of guys huddled around a phone. The man holding the phone had strawberry blonde hair and a clean outfit on. An expensive looking outfit.

“Who are they?”

“The people here I absolutely cannot fucking stand. The genuine hipsters.”

“Oh.. and you’re..?”

“I’m my own kind. I’m not like these losers, all uppity and shit.”

“Right. Gotcha.”

They walked around a bit more before finding the group Amanda was with. She sat on a bench, chatting with a few girls who dressed similarly to her. All of them had black incorporated into their style. She herself had a black jumper on, tucked neatly into the front of her jean shorts. Just like the guy described, she had fishnets on under them, skater shoes to match. Loose braids fell on her shoulders, and a small black choker was wrapped around her neck.

“Oh, there he is now! Babe! Over here!”

She narrowed her eyes upon seeing Trevor standing next to him.

“Hello, Trevor.” She huffed.

“Relax, I was helping your boyfriend or whatever look for you.”

Her face softened slightly, but still kept a small glare in his direction. She pressed her lips together tight before replying.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Yup.”

The man turned to face Trevor, sticking out a hand.

“Hey, thanks for showing me around. Trevor, is it?”

“Don’t wear it out.”

He shook his hand, noticing how soft it was. It was in stark contrast to his own, which was rough and calloused.

“Name’s Michael. I’ll see you around most likely? Thanks again.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

Amanda huffed again, nudging Michael’s shoulder.

“Let’s go hun, Bean Machine closes soon!”

“I’m comin’ I’m comin’!”

The two sauntered off, hand in hand. Trevor stood dumbly, watching them walk away. He was right. They did look good together. He wondered if he would actually see this Michael again, kicking a rock. He went back to the bench he originally sat at, putting his earbuds in, listening to some Crystal Castles again to pass the time. The beat thumped in his ears, and all he could think was how much better this shit was compared to that club music shit that played on every radio station in a 5 foot radius. He sat there, scrolling through his own secret nosedivr account, reblogging some photo of a lit cigarette. Right before a hand touched his shoulder causing him to jump.

“What the fuck- Oh. Ron.”

Ron was another friend of Trevor’s, a guy he had met outside one of the iFruit stores talking about how “they’re tapping the phones they sell in there!” and all that conspiracy nonsense. He was a paranoid guy, but Trevor kind of liked that about him. Those were the kind of freaks he liked. He was shorter than Trevor, sort of frail in stature. He wore a bright red windbreaker over a faded tourist tee that read “I went to Liberty City and all I got was this lousy t-shirt!”, along with khaki colored cargo shorts. It didn’t help that he wore some goofy looking bucket hat, and socks with sandals. He dressed like someone’s middle aged father.

“Trevor! Have you seen Wade around anywhere?”

“Last I checked, he was with Floyd.”

“Did he say where he was going?”

“Uh no, but my best bet is they went to that vinyl shop Floyd’s girlfriend works at.”

“Will ya come with me to find him?”

“Now why the fuck would I do that? What do you need him for?”

“Well I- I uh- um..”

“I uh! I uh! Spit it out Ron!”

“It’s about the Merryweather Night Club.”

Merryweather was a big organization that had a wide range of private clubs all over the country, and complimentary body guards to suit. They were all expensive as fuck, and anywhere they settled jacked up the prices of everything else. A lot of neighborhoods became gentrified as a result, and people actually considered it a good thing. What a fucking joke. Trevor of course couldn’t stand it. He hated bullies, and Merryweather was no exception. He’d been wanting to dismantle the club since they settled in LS, seeing as they only amplified the fake feel of the city. Let’s just say he’s gotten into more than a few scuffles with the club. And let’s just say it ended with someone getting stabbed as a result. The guy had it coming to him anyway. Between bouncers and the clubbers, they didn’t like Trevor or his kind loitering around the joint. It didn’t stop him from plotting some sort of revenge though. Ron per usual was on board, his reason being Merryweather’s violent history that had been swept under the rug. They were rather forceful relocating people who had lived in certain neighborhoods for years, Ron being one of their victims. Wade only decided to tag along because he wanted to be included.

“Ah fuck, what’d those bastards do now?”

“They’re throwing some big party!”

“…What fucking for?”

“All I know some guy’s coming to visit, somebody they labeled important and he’s-“

“Woah woah woah wait, Ron. Who?”

“Steve Haines.” He breathed out, careful not to be overheard.

Trevor’s eyes widened, his gaze shooting over to the posse he had poked fun of before. Steve was talking to the group, all of them doing that fake laugh they always did. God, even their humor was pretentious.

“Those fucking hipsters!” He hissed.

“I abhor them, you know that-“

“I know. I know. But, that Weston guy’s gonna be there with him-“

“Weston? Devin Weston?”

If Trevor hated hipsters, then he utterly loathed rich daddy’s money boys like Devin Weston. He had only gotten that stupid fucking night club because his father paid Don Percival enough money to let Devin do whatever he pleased with the Merryweather body guards. It was an elitist club, and they only allowed the best of the best in there.

“What the fuck’s going on there?”

“Something to do with those guys he hangs out with. I think they’re doing something major, expansion maybe-”

“And him and Devin are working together or..?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t hear much after that, that’s why I wanted to grab you and Wade and-”

“Then let’s fucking go get him, Ron!”

The two rushed out of there, heading for the vinyl store to look for Wade. Trevor knew a shit storm was coming, and he absolutely couldn’t wait.

//the next chapter’s gonna be longer i promise lolz

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thereal-linh-cinder · 3 years ago

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Kaz Brekker is Asexual

Because I’m ace and I say so

Happy pride month! I read the entirety of the Grishaverse books in roughly a month and I have still not recovered.

***THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE SIX OF CROWS DUOLOGY***

***this post will also talk about my asexual experience & there will be talk of some more "mature" topics.

Kaz quickly became one of my favorite fictional characters of all time, and halfway through Six of Crows I found myself thinking "ah, it’s because he’s ace. Like...explicitly ace.”

Usually, I'm not the type of person who can go back and reread just one little scene or rewatch one random episode of a tv show. I have to start from the beginning and do a full reread/rewatch, but with SoC, I would go back IN THE MIDDLE OF READING just because I loved certain parts so much. I spent an hour and a half combing through SoC and CK for the scenes that made me go "yeah lol he's ace"

It's so rare to see a relationship like Kaz & Inej (who I also think is asexual) and I just adore them so much

I've also been examining my own asexuality and reading about Kaz felt so affirming in certain ways because I see a lot of myself in him in that regard.

We'll start with the Imogen Flashback in CK. At surface level, this scene seems like "oh, typical 15ish-year-old boy figuring things out!" Most people would see this and use it to rule out the possibility of Kaz being ace, but if anything, I think that this scene just reinforces his ace-ness.

“Later, lying on his lumpy mattress in the room he shared at the Slat, Kaz had stared up at the leaky ceiling and thought of the way Imogen had smiled at him, the way her trousers sat low on her hips. She had a sidle when she walked, as if she approached everything from a little bit of an angle. He liked it. He liked her. (CK pg 415)

First of all, the amount of times that I, as an asexual, have found myself staring at the ceiling and pondering the intricacies of attraction and trying to piece together how I feel just like this...

Second, let's look at what he notices about Imogen. Her smile & her walk, things that aren't inherently sexual. If anything, this seems more like aesthetic attraction to me.

But he knew what he was expected to say, the things he was supposed to want. He did want those things, in moments, in flashes- a girl crossing the street in a cobalt dress that slid from her shoulder, a dancer moving like flames in a show on East Stave, Imogen laughing like he’d told the funniest joke in the world when he hadn't said much at all.” (CK pg 415)

This part right here.

The things he finds himself "wanting" also aren't inherently sexual. A girl's shoulder, a dancer, and a laugh.

One of the reasons I'm in a constant state of confusion is because I'll see things like, for instance, a dress strap slipping off of someone's shoulder and think "ah, that is something that an allo might find 'sexy.' Do I think that is 'sexy?' I'm not sure" and then just go on with my day.

“I can best this, he told himself. He was stronger than this sickness, stronger than the pull of the water. When he’d needed to learn the workings of a gambling hall, he’d done it. When he’d decided to educate himself on finance, he’d mastered that too.” “He would conquer this weakness the way he’d conquered everything in his path.” (CK pg 416)

This part kind of cracks me up because he has such a methodical way of looking at attraction. He has nothing to compare this feeling to, nothing to work from, so he compares sex to FINANCE. He may think that he understands, but he has nothing to relate this feeling to. He's not even sure if it is something that he himself is feeling, or something he believes that he's supposed to feel.

Most aces I know, when we go through that phase where we're convinced that we're broken and that something about us needs fixing, normally we'd immediately jump towards some sort of romantic endeavor like holding hands, kissing, going further, situations that are not ideal and that end up leaving us feeling worse than before. Obviously, Kaz is too traumatized to immediately go for things that involve contact, but I still find it slightly hilarious that instead of putting himself into a "romantic" situation to test his limits, he tests himself on a high stakes mission.

Now, let's look at his relationship with Inej.

Of course we're going to look at The Bathroom Scene.

This was another scene that my allo friend was unsure about, and even when I first read it it seemed to put a wrench in my theory. But after thinking about it, once again, the entire thing isn't inherently sexual.

“He watched that pulse, the evidence of her heart, matching his own beat for anxious beat. He saw the damp curve of her neck, the gleam of her brown skin. He wanted to...he wanted.” (CK ch 26)

“Desire coursed through him, a thousand images he’d hoarded, barely let himself imagine- the fall of her dark hair freed from its braid, his hand fitted to the lithe curve of her waist, her lips parted, whispering his name.” (CK ch 26)

“He wanted” okay, but wanted what??? Never quite specified. He ends up just planting a kiss on her neck, that's all. Simple. Not inherently sexual.

“Desire coursed through him” but desire also isn't inherently sexual. I don't want to say I'm reaching because... I don't think this is a reach. This scene is from Kaz’s POV and I’m reading it from an ace POV. Even the “images” he's imagined, just her hair out if it's braid, his hand on her waist also isn't inherently sexual. In fact, this one becomes real at the end when she falls against him when she sees her ship/parents!

“She reached for Kaz’s sleeve. She was going to fall. He had his arm around her, holding her up. Her mind split. Half of her was aware of his bare fingers on her sleeve, his dilated pupils, the brace of his body around hers.” (CK pg 528)

I just see so much of my own asexual experience in Kaz and the way he goes about things. Sometimes it's too difficult to explain, like I don't know how to tell you that the entire passage in SOC when Kaz finally talks to Inej after she wakes up from her stab wound is exactly how I feel as an asexual when I find myself 'catching feelings.'

It hasnt even been a month and I'm already rereading the books bc I loved them that much and I'm slowly finding even more little lines that make me go !!!

Kaz Brekker is asexual :)

#not tlc #kaz brekker #six of crows #crooked kingdom #grishaverse #leigh bardugo #kanej #lgbt #asexual #kaz brekker is asexual #ace #pride month

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fandomscombine · 4 years ago

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Signature Messy Hair (Harry Potter x Reader)

Stumbled onto the POA Harry was the only time that his hair was accurate to the book comment again, and I'm not gonna lie -POA Harry looks so good!

So instead of sleeping, my mind decided it couldn't rest unless I write something about it!

(I'm currently typing this on my tablet instead of my laptop so the formatting might be different)

I've been saying this during my whole reread: Harry Potter deserves a break and loving support. Even just once in the whole series, why could he not catch even a single break? Let this boy rest!!

So that's basically is the whole fic.

BG: Harry finally getting the rest he deserves.

WC: 515

>>>GENERAL MASTERLIST<<<

The dip of the sofa beside you made you look up from your book.

'Hey babe! Opp-!' You put your book aside so that you could stroke your boyfriend's hair.

'Mmmmmm y/n….' Murmured Harry against your neck.

'Aren't you a big baby today.' You said teasingly. 'Long day?'

'The longest.' Harry replied. Feeling the tips of his hair tickling your chin.

'Lucky for you dear, you can have me as your own personal pillow.'

Brushing the few long strands away from his eyes. 'Have a rest and I'll wake you up when it's time for dinner, okay?' Kissing his forehead.

Only when you heard of Harry's light snoring do you stop running your fingers through his hair and pick up your book once again.

It was now past 8pm.

Many of the students had already made their way to the great hall an hour ago, though you hadn't woken up your boyfriend-with everything going on with studies, quidditch, dementors and a murder on the loose, you knew Harry barely had any downtime and no way were you gonna cut him away from finally having quality rest.

But dinnertime was going to end in 30 minutes, and as much as you care about Harry getting sleep, he also needed to get sustenance.

'Harry? Babe, wake up.'

He snuggled closer.

You tried again. 'Harry we got to go get dinner….promise when we get back, we can cuddle some more.'

At this Harry sits up. 'Promise?'

You smiled. 'Promise.'

'Now let's get going then!' He jumps up suddenly full of energy, causing you to look at him skeptically. 'What?!? The sooner we get to the great hall and finish eating, The sooner I get to be back in your arms!'

Shaking your head to try to get rid of your blush. 'Since when did you get to be so cheesy?' You questioned, remembering when you first started dating that this boy was utterly terrible with flirting.

'Since you decided to say yes and give us a shot!' He smirked. 'Now can we go?' Linking his arm with yours.

'Ye---wait!' You take your arm away, making him frown slightly.

You comb through his hair, only managing to flatten his bedhead for a second before it reverts back to its original position. You sighed. 'Your hair never stays put does it?'

'Yea well I do like to think that my messy hair is a signature Potter look' he said winking. 'Though I had just finished Quidditch practice before coming back to the common room.'

'But you did just showered, right? So wouldn't the wet hair weigh it--'

Your eyes go wide. Harry had not answered 'You did showered right? RIGHT?!!'

Harry was staring down at his feet- in other words looking guilty.

'Ewwwwwww!!! OH MY GOSH HARRY JAMES POTTER!!!'

With that Harry broke into laughter. 'I'm kidding love!!' He wheezes, clutching his side. 'I'm kidding! Yes I did showered.' He points to his head 'This is shampoo fresh and not wet from sweat!'

'UGHHHH THANK GOODNESS' You goan in relief.

'Can we go get dinner now? I'm starving!'

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poison--ivory · 4 years ago

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Uninviting Cataclysm (Alastor x Reader) Chapter 2

June 16, 1915 (Monday)

Ten days have gone by since the radio man has offered me a job here at his studio. I still can't shake the chill of his touch. I heard rumors he could use voodoo because of his creole background, but I didn't want to judge too quickly.

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"You want me to work for you. But, why?"

"Of course! You look perfect for the job, darling.” His grin widen to surprising width. Pearly white teeth glistening from the light radiating off them.

"What can I possibly do that might help you?" Cocking your head to the left. Eyes drifting from his gazed. Not daring to meet his eyes.

Snapping his fingers your brain compelled you to look up at his eyes. Looking pleased he folded his hand on top of the other. "You'll do menial work like organizing files, coffee runs, rereading my manuscript before each show and working for me until I say otherwise."

Eyes still fixated on him you tried to pry them off, but like a mouse being hypnotized by a snake. You felt as though you were compelled to keep your eyes up or he'll swallow you whole.

"Will it pay well?" Your voice sounded faded and small. But, your surprised he heard you.

"Why my dear, of course I'll pay you generously." Rolling his eyes and they drifted off for bit before shooting back on you. You straighten your back and inhaled sharply. Throat getting dryer each second he looks at you. The air felt like it got thicker and heavier, you felt like you were drowning. "So, darling do we have a deal." His arm stretched out in front of his body and again your body moved by itself. Taking his hand with yours and gave it a good couple of shakes. A sharp jolt shot up your arm.

You could of sworn you saw a green light emitting from his hand trailing slowly to my hand. My body felt like it was on fire heating up with each passing second. Then, as soon as it stared it went away leaving a loitering coolness behind. It all ended with the waitress nearly slamming the plate down in front of me and gently placing Alastor's right in front him. He thanked her and she walked off giggling with a huge array of red on her cheeks.

Body shaking slightly you tried picking up your fork. His gaze was still on you waiting for you try yours first.

'What the fuck was that?"

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Ever since then I tried to keep my distance from him outside of work, but he insisted he should drive me home each night. Because of the killings going on and that a lady should be accompanied home by a fine gentleman like himself. Reasoning with him was out of the question. I told him no before and his face made me regret even thinking about turning down his offers. What made it even more terrifying he kept that sickening smile on the whole time. I still have the bruise from when he pinned me to the wall. I hide it from my family I haven't really been speaking to them for a couple of days now. They have their own problems and what use do I have to burden them with my own situation.

Thinking about it Mimzy's always looked happy to talk to Alastor without hesitation. From what I know she really idolizes him.

'I wonder if Mimzy's treated like this. If she was she doesn't really act scared.'

The light that read 'air' went off and a sense of dread flew throughout your body. Before getting up he always fixed his hair and loosened his bow tie. Smiling he walked out the studio with a pep to his step. Making eye contact you managed a smile on your lips before he pulled you towards him and gave your body a small twirl.

"Can you please take me home, Al. I'm quiet tired." You weren't lying it was a long night shift and with the gruesome story telling of another murder. You just wanted the day to end so you could sleep in your lovely bed.

"Oh, did I not tell you dear." He tilted his head and that smiled stretched . "I'm taking you out for a night on the town." The excitement in his voice was kind of sickening.

"B-but I-" was interrupted by him dragging me along with him down the hall and waiting upon the arriving elevator. Looking up to speak with him again you noted the look on his features and decided not to question anymore. Stepping into the elevator you both made it downstairs and straight into the lobby. The old lady at the front waved us both a good night, she herself already getting ready to leave and retire for the night.

Alastor's car was waiting outside like usual and he finally took his hold off of me to open the passenger door. Thanking him you sat yourself in and leaned more to the window when Al got on the driver side. Smirking he pulled off in the opposite direction of my neighborhood. Even though your already out you still feel like you should call home and tell them your gonna be out for I hope a short while.

Passing by fancy light up signs and all sorts of folk walking around from building to building. A couple of bands were setting up their instruments into backs of cars. Groups of friends making good memories of their youth by drinking it away with silly juice.

"Where are we going this late?" You know people party after this hour, but you never really expected him to be a party type. Well maybe his attitude changed after a couple of drinks or can he hold his liquor. I guess you were going to see another side of him this night.

"Our dear, Mimzy's is singing at a local bar tonight and she wanted me to invite you as well." Looking at me from the corner of his eyes, then trailing them back to the road in front. "She never really opens up to most of my dame friends. I guess she's taking a liking to you."

"She's sounds pretty protective." To be completely honest with yourself you've never been in lady drama before. So, you couldn't tell if she liked him as a brother or a man. The glares from now and again would tip you off, but her inviting you to her show sound friendlier than her usual self when she's around you. Though for all you know Al brought you up in conversation and she got the idea from him.

"She does cares a great deal for me, she's one of the few of my close friends." He gave a short chuckle, which sounded more of rumble that came from his chest.

"How long are we going to out for, because I don't wanna worry my family." Messing with your small fingers, you kept you gaze lowered afraid of being put under that overwhelming fear again.

Instead answering he laughed and gave the steering wheel a firmer grip. "All you do is ask questions, darling." An arm reached out and cupped my cheek with his gloved hand. "No need to worry that pretty little head. Time does fly by when your having fun."

He gave my cheek a small tap and slowly withdrew his hands. Not before dragging it across my neck at a snails pace. Then, placed it back on the wheel.

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"Here we are my dear." The place looked like any other bar. This doesn't look like the sort of place for someone like Mimzy to sing her songs.

"Are you sure this is the place?" Squinting you couldn't find the appeal of taking any business here.

"Don't judge a book by it appearance, my dear. It's what's on the inside that counts." He was right next to your ear, hot breath on the shell of your ear. Making you jerk to the side holding your right ear in protection. Before you could protest he entangled his arm with yours and pulled you towards the run down building.

The place was nearly empty besides the drunken gents at the bar and the few in small booths. Alastor lead me to back where a single man stood pressed against the door. He made eye contact with Al and stuck his hand out for him to shake. Smirking he met his grip and they both started a weird and complex handshake. The man groaned and stepped to the side.

"Play nice, Al." He shot him side glare. "I Don't wanna clean another room."

"Oh, don't you worry my friend. I have a doll tonight, why would I cause trouble." With a narrowed eyed smile to his face and jester me inside. If I couldn't hear music before I can clearly hear it now. All sorts of instruments playing. Smiling I bobbed my head to a certain beat matching with anyone of the instruments. The grip that was on my arm was gone and replaced on my waist by the tall gent. He was smirking down at me, then looked back in front of himself leading us down, deeper until the music was blaring into my ear canals.

'So this what a real club looks like. So nice besides the drunk people.'

Alastor lead me deeper into the crowd passing people who seem to moved out the way for Al and he sat me down at the bar.

Bopping my nose he turned the seat around to face the man serving the drinks at this bar. "This fine man here is, Husker. He serves refreshments at this fine establishment." Looking up at the man he looked like he never got a wick of sleep with rough, black stubble on his face. Combed back black hair and even though he looked around Al's age (20), he looks like he doesn't take the best care for himself and looks about twenty-nine going into the mid thirty area. "She's the one I've been talking about lately." His full attention's on the male now who only nodded and continued cleaning shot glasses.

"Shouldn't you be gettin' ready." His gruff voice sent delightful shivers down your spine.

"Oh, why yes! I nearly forgot!" Detaching his arm from my waist he turn towards the crowd.

Al's gaze reached out across the tables and he stopped on on particular person. "Husker my dear friend. Do you mind watching over this little doe for me." He fixed his bow tie and fluffed his hair. "I have something I need to do before show time."

Before I knew it he disappeared into the mass of people and went to the lower platform. Looking back at Husker you only managed a small wave, and tried to make eye contact. Finding his eyes more easier to fall upon.

"So, you want anything to drink?" His gruff voice hardly reached your ears, but you still made some words.

"Anything without alcohol or water, please." Smiling you tried to make good first impressions. He reached behind the counter to fill you glass with seltzer water. Sliding the medium sized cup towards you. Nodding your head in thanks you took a small sip. Little bubbles splashed your upper lip and unladylike of you wiped it off with the back of your hand.

"So, how long have you known Alastor. I only know him for ten days." Taking another gulp of seltzer.

"Eh, a few years." He gave a guy his stiff drink before turning attention back onto me. "He's been talking about ya non stop and it's fucking annoying."

I really don't see what's so interesting about me to talk to his friends about. "Oh, really. What about? I hope it's good things." Actually curious you leaned forward. From the way he treats you expect him to tell them that your doormat and easy to walk on.

"Fucking weirdo talks about courtin' ya and told him your just gonna scare the lass off." Your whole body froze. "Don't know if he actually doing it though. Is he?"

Courting. You've never been courted before, maybe the occasional flirt from guy friends and wolf whistles from men walking down the street. But, letting someone become a candidate for marriage. To actual know that someone thought about you in that light made you feel special. No one wanted you in that way, to flirt or fuck yes, but you never gave into those whims. Most guys white or black didn't like your skin tone, but loved your body. A lot of women hated your body and skin tone they always mentioned it when talking behind your back.

"You don look black or white."

Your just the spectrum floating in between.

"So, you know how to play cards." Changing the subject entirely and pulling out his deck of cards.

"No, but my papa plays some poker with his friends. I always wanted to learn." He started shuffling the deck a smirk started to form across his face.

"I can see why he likes ya now." Sliding out cards like it was second nature and collected his bunch. "Ya gonna pick up your cards, so I can teach ya or what?"

Quickly snatching up the cards you let Husk take the reigns. He taught you has much of his tricks he knows and the rules.

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Jolting out of thought Husker motioned towards the stage. Stacking the deck back into its rightful compartment. He put his pointer finger to his lips to tell me to keep quiet. Looking at the stage, Alastor stood front and center. People's attention solely on one man. Tapping his microphone he announced himself loud and proud, no mistakes.

"Now let me introduce you to the one all of you love to hear. Who most of you are present to hear. Her voice could leave anyone entranced. Here we have Mimzy's the Miracle!"

The audience clapping and shouting for Mimzy to come out. Deciding to join in on the fun you started clapping louder. Before, you knew it she stepped out on stage and some collared men whistled. Alastor stepped off stage, you couldn't really see from this angle where he was at.

(Using a song not of this period)

You had plenty money 1902

You let other women make a

Fool of you

Why don't you do right,

Like some other men do?

Get out of here and

Get me some money too

Your sitting here won drink

What it's all about

You ain't got no money

They will put you out

Why don't you do right,

Like some other men do?

Get out of here and

Get me some money too

If you had prepared

Twenty years ago

You would be a-wander'

From door to door

Why don't you do right,

Like some other men do?

Get out of here and

Get me some money too

Oooh oh ah

Why don't you do right,

Like some other men do?

Oooh ahhoh ah

Claps ensued after even louder than the music from earlier. The grin on my face grew and my chest felt so, light and warm. I didn't even notice Alastor sitting next to me until he rested his arm around my waist pulling himself close to frame. Smiling up at him my heart skipped a beat just looking at his face.

Thinking about the conversation from early with Husk my face heated up faster than a bullet cutting through air.

While Mimzy was getting ready for another song. I looked up at Alastor who was already smiling done at me. My heart started pacing, no one has ever deemed you worthy for courting.

Why are feeling this way now, you didn't like him a few hours ago and now you feel like throwing up rainbows.

"What's on your mind, my darling (y/n)." The smirk on his face looks more appealing now. It's making your heart flutter. "Did you and Husker get along liked I hoped."

"Yes, we did, but he told me something that made me question your intentions with me." His smile faltered and he tensed up for just a few, short minutes. "Is it true you wanted to court me, Al."

Staring directly at him, you witness his face go into freeze mode with a few blinks here and there.

Bringing your hand up to touch him your wrist was caught within his hand. He squeezed your wrist with such constriction that you felt you whole hand go numb.

"My dear, what do you think this evening was for. Introducing you to my few friends is just the first steps of my courting ritual." His arm still around my waist he started dragging me out the club.

Before, leaving you look behind to wave Husk off, surprised to get one back in return. Maybe you can be friends with these people after all.

Once you left out of earshot Husk groaned to himself and pulled on his face to relieve some stress.

"She should of stayed away from the bastard."

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Stepping outside you realized how warm the club's inside was. The cool air making chills go up your spine. But, like this whole night Al pulled you over to his car.

Opening the car door for you and, then situated himself in. Sitting in silence for a minute or two. He leaned over the into the passenger seat and gave the outside of your lips a kiss. A squeak of surprise exerted from your throat. Smirking to himself about the dumbfounded look on your face he went in to give your lips a kiss. Eyes still wide you tried to get into a more comfortable head tilt, before you finally found it.

Smiling into the kiss you can feel his hand caressing your face. His lips feel dry and chapped, but you don't mind. This is probably the most intimate time you'll ever have with a man.

I just didn't know about the monster that was awaiting around the corner.

#hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #period typical racism #courting #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel mimzy #human au #1920s #human alastor #human husker #human mimzy

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isabellitah · 4 years ago

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Hi! May I request a headcanon with the reader (number eight) and the siblings, where the reader is like super caring to all of them? Thank you! 💕

🤍 HARGREEVES x SIBLING

Title : babie hen

Pairing : none

Warning : a few cuss words and this is long ok

Request : Hi! May I request a headcanon with the reader (number eight) and the siblings, where the reader is like super caring to all of them? Thank you! 💕

Note : Hiii 🤍 i hope this is to your liking hehe

i made a wholeass scenario before i reread the request and noticed the word hEADCANON SO IM V SORRY THAT THIS WAS DELAYED I-

anyway-

Number Eight-

ah yes, the sweetest babie in the whole world, as mentioned by Klaus at some point in their lives

said babie is also their mother hen- well, aside from Allison that is

Luther Hargreeves

eightie always makes sure that Luther never overworks himself

and when he does, your always there for him

making sure he’s hydrated

feeding him lil snacks so that he isn’t starving

i bet you sliced off the crusts of the sandwich bc we all know Luther can be a big babie too hmph

and you’re just overall being there for him, supporting him like any sister would do for their older brother

but when he tries to over overwork himself, which is rare as it only happens when he’s anxious about something, you bet your ass you trapped him in a water sphere and nyoomed him to his room and onto his bed- basically forcing him to rest gorl he’s wet he has to shower before napping but ok-

now that that big babie is in his room, time to check on big babie number two-

Diego Hargreeves

Diego- the lil menace currently chasing Klaus with knives for who knows what reason

you weren’t even gonna ask

it’s nothing new

but anway-

you called them for snacks thus ending their “game of tag”

game of tag my ass-

more like pin the dagger on Klaus

while eating the sandwiches you made them, you noticed a lil bit of jam on the corner of Diego’s mouth

the moment Klaus ran off after eating his sandwich, and Diego stood up to follow him, you took a napkin, licked it a bit, and wiped the jam off of Diego’s face

lil murderous babie blushed and whined at you to stop

you kept wiping at his skin as though the jam was still there just to play with him

anyway, after you stopped, he quickly left to - maybe - go find Klaus

before he left though, he turned to you, wrapped his arms around you, mumbled a quick “thank you eightie” and ran off

keeping in mind where your three siblings are, you decided to go find Allison

Allison Hargreeves

surprisingly, you find both Allison panicking in her room

apparently Luther asked her out and she doesn’t know what to wear, how to style her hair, how to do her make-up, should she wear ma-

she was freaking out bc she never thought Luther would gather his wits and actually ask her out !!!

she wasn’t prepared ok

and u forced Luther to sleep i- reminder to wake him up later

maybe he tried to over overwork himself bc he’s nervous about their date oop

you immediately entered the room and shut the door behind you

first date, so it should be a good experience ok

keeping this in mind, you calmly told her to sit down on her bed and take sips of from the glass of water beside her bed

going through her closet and picking out a casual outfit was easy- Allison has great taste so it wasn’t a challenge at all

clothes and shoes done, and Allison is now calm

you gently lead her to her vanity and slowly started doing a half-up half-down hairdo

for her makeup, you went with a natural makeup- neutral eyeshadow, mascara, a bit of blush, and red lipstick

dress on, heels on, hair done, makeup done, sister immaculate

you were done

simple yet elegant- was how she looked

standing behind the seated woman known as your sister, you slightly teared up- you don’t know why exactly but you-

you felt like a proud mom aww

Allison hugged you and thank you profusely

“Don’t you dare ruin my masterpiece,” you threatened with a wink

you were rewarded with a giggle and a smile

dismissing yourself while she went ahead and took selfies,

you immediately went to go look for Luther i-

after waking him up, it wasn’t hard to stop his whining and convince him to start moving,

you just had to remind him of his date with Allison

and poof

mans was gone

nah not really- he just went to go change

anyway-

now that you think about it- how’s Klaus?

with that thought in mind, you went out of Luther’s room in search of your high brother

Klaus Hargreeves

you found him in the wine cellar

of course

“Klaus, what’re you doing here?”

“Eightie! Fancy seeing you here 🤍 how are you? I haven’t seen you since you fed me that sandwich- great sandwich by the way; the filling was mwah chef’s kiss,”

he said smiling while holding onto vodka 🤍

you internally rolled your eyes and grabbing his wrist, led him upstairs and into his room

you sat down on his bed with your back comfortably resting on his headrest

he just stood their looking resigned

he knew what was about to happen

you do this at least once a week

secretly he was happy though

these weekly talks always made him feel light by the end of the conversation

anyway, he laid down with his head onto your lap

the moment you started combing your hand through his hair, he spilled everything that bothered him

how his power still scared him- seeing the dead anywhere and everywhere

some trying to talk to him

some just creepily staring at him

and some- some trying to harm him

and that he sometimes felt useless or like a nobody in the family

how he felt like such a disappointment

you listened to everything - even to the ones he never said out loud - calmly and patiently

and when he was done, you slowly started refuting everything he said with various memories

his powers once helped you both help a lost soul find his way back home

he always tries to lighten the mood whenever the tension in the room gets high

he’s always there for all of you, offering his love, whenever and wherever

he sets back his problems in order to help you all solve your problems first

the more memories you recall, the better Klaus felt about himself

and that’s what mattered

Five, Ben, and Vanya Hargreeves

after staying to talk with Klaus for a bit longer, you excused yourself after he claimed to be taking a nap

walking around, you hear faint rustling from inside the study room

walking in, you see Five, Ben, and Vanya in various positions by the couch

Five was sitting on the floor, back pressed against couch

Ben was leaning against the arm of the couch with his legs on top of Vanya’s

and Vanya was sitting cross legged on the couch

all three were listening to Ben read a poem

a poem possibly written by him considering the book he was reading was journal

you were about to excuse yourself to give them their privacy when Ben called you over and invited you

looking at your other two siblings and receiving a nod, you thanked them and sat on the floor beside Five who then leaned his head onto the top of your head- yes, you were short

Ben continued reading the poem and you were right- it was poem

a poem that seemed to be about his feelings

you were saddened by how he felt when you were younger but hearing how he feels now boosted your mood- especially when you heard that your siblings were a big factor on why he felt happy and motivated nowadays

hearing a faint grumble beside you, you tapped Five’s thigh to get his head off you so that you can get up

after some grumbling and whining from the man-child, you got up and said you’ll be right back

you left after kissing their cheeks, earning a smile and a blush from Ben, a smile from Vanya, and a pout from Five who still didn’t want you to leave

you pinched his cheek for good measure before running off giggling

arriving at the kitchen, you were surprised - but not really - to see Five there

apparently he went into the kitchen “to help you carry things”

sure- he just wanted to see what you’d make

and so you made them all sandwiches and trimmed the sides off of course which earned youa pleased hum from your ever so helpful brother

his sandwich, after his persistence, had two extra marshmallows

after making their sandwiches you convinced him to head on first with them

and once he left, you went on to make tea for yourself, juice for both Ben and Vanya, and your special brew for Five

once entering the room, the tray of drinks was immediately snatched from you and popped onto the table with Five wearing a cat got the canary grin, “ahh the only person in the world who knows how to make a proper blend- aside from me of course.”

you rolled your eyes and thanked him for his rare compliment on your coffee making skills

Ben and Vanya thanked you for the snacks and you beamed at them and kissed their cheeks as a reply

which led to Five asking you where his kiss was

knowing you’ll get nowhere arguing with him, you kissed his cheek while he was in the middle of ranting of why he deserves a kiss too

which led to his rant being cut off and him spluttering while slowly turning red

which led to you, Vanya, and Ben laughing which resulted in Five slowly smiling and joining your laughter as well

and that’s how you spent your afternoon- the four youngest siblings bonding- talking and laughing about anything and everything under the sun until you ran out of topics and just laid in comfortable silence to the point where you all fell asleep

and that’s how the eldest four siblings found you-

Allison placed a blanket over all of you before leaving with Luther to go on their date

Diego took the trays, plates, and cups you used for your snacks and brought them downstairs before leaving to gomeet with Detective Patch

and Klaus- Klaus laid down next to you so you were in between him and Five and feel asleep almost immediately

the first sleep he’s had in years that didn’t contain nightmares- and of course it was because you were there

you were always there for him- for all of them, really

you never shyed away from showing affection

and you never failed to show your love and care for them

ever

#tua #tua x reader #the umbrella academy #hargreeves x reader #number eight #luther hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #allison hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #number five x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #vanya hargreeves x reader #hargreeves x sibling

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misskikuwrites · 4 years ago

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First Date

Yoosung/MC (mystic messenger)

Originally written for the Shooting Star Yoosung Kim zine

3,353 words

Fluff, established relationship, first date

Each passing second felt like an hour. Yoosung glanced at his phone to only find that two minutes had gone by since he’d last checked. The tight, nervous knot in his belly constricted again, releasing a swarm of buzzing, anxious butterflies into his chest. He took a deep breath, held it, and slowly exhaled.

He had time. He’d reached the meeting place for their date an hour early. Nervously fiddling with his phone, Yoosung checked his messages again.

Nothing from her. No news is good news, right? Yoosung tried to steady his rapidly beating heart as he went through the texts Seven and Zen had sent him last night. Zen’s advice was pretty standard. Wear deodorant but not too much, get there early, make sure his clothes were clean and ironed. Yoosung ignored the last part about ditching his hoodie. Besides, she said she liked it, and that’s all that mattered.

Despite having showered the moment he got up, Yoosung angled his head to stealthily check whether or not he smelled weird. Or if he smelled at all. He got a crisp whiff of the deodorant he’d applied and nothing else. Did that mean he’d put too much on? Yoosung’s heart pounded in his ears. There was nothing he could do about it now but it worked his stomach into knots.

Yoosung narrowed his eyes warily at the new texts from Seven. Most of them made sense and echoed the advice from Zen but there were a few that made Yoosung pause and reread them. He’d decided against wearing a lucky talisman on the inside of his pants, mainly because the more he thought about it the more he realised how embarrassed he’d be if she saw it. Not that he was worried about anything like that happening. It was only their first date; it would be way too soon for something like that.

Right?

Yoosung swallowed thickly and tried to remember which underpants he’d worn this morning and desperately hoped and prayed that he hadn’t chosen the one with puppies on it. It had been a gift from his Aunt last Christmas and was definitely clean and barely worn but if she happened to see it-

Yoosung stopped that thought in its tracks as heat began to crawl up his cheeks, and returned to reading the rest of the messages. There was one curious message from Seven that just said “remember, don’t blow it.”

Blow it? Blow what? Yoosung’s mind ticked over for a moment, and then two, before something clicked.

Did that mean what he thought it meant…?

Yoosung blew out a sharp puff of air and pocketed his phone, ignoring the burning flush that threatened to wash down his neck. Enough of that. He turned to the store window behind him and smoothed down his hoodie. A dark crimson had settled across his face. He cupped his cheeks with his hands, feeling the warmth radiate onto his fingers. He really, really hoped the blush would fade before she arrived. He didn’t want to have to explain this.

Pushing that thought out of his mind, Yoosung restlessly fixed his hair in the window, combing his fringe with a brisk sweep of his fingers. He peered at his reflection and adjusted his hair for a second time. He stole his jittery fingers to his sides and stepped back, giving himself a once over. He’d worn the hoodie that she said she liked and a pair of well-fitting jeans that were still flexible enough so that he didn’t feel constrained. His shoes were well worn but clean and comfortable. He’d dressed casually but… was it too casual? He’d taken Zen’s advice to heart about trying not to overdo it and to just be himself. After all, that’s who she’d fallen for in the first place.

Yoosung’s heart fluttered at that thought. He reached into his pocket to draw out his phone and check the time when a figure moved into his peripheral vision. He turned on instinct and his heart leapt in his chest, soaring as if it had grown wings and taken flight when his eyes landed on her.

Her smile stole his breath away and he could think of nothing else but her.

“Sorry, am I late?” she asked with a breathless laugh. It was music to his ears. Sweet and light and enchanting. “I didn’t get the time wrong, did I?” She checked her phone, sending Yoosung an apologetic smile that lodged his heart in his throat. He was speechless. Lost for words, blood rushing to his cheeks, to his ears, down his neck.

This was actually happening.

“N-No!” Yoosung choked out, clearing his throat when his voice broke slightly. “You’re… you’re not late. I just got here early.”

An hour early. Not like he was going to tell her that.

“Oh, that’s good!” she sighed in relief. “I was so worried I was going to be late. I even got up super early just in case but then I lost track of time…”

She laughed again and Yoosung was bewitched. His heart galloped in his chest at the nervous smile on her face, the bashful glimmer in her eyes and the way she curled a lock of her hair behind her ear. It was such a simple gesture but it left his mouth dry. His blood felt like it was on fire, buzzing with a foreign magic akin to lightning.

If there was ever a time for Yoosung to believe in magic, it was now.

He had to swallow before he could speak again. “Sh-Shall we go? I found a really nice cafe with an amazing view. It’s not too far from here.”

Her eyes lit up. “You’ve sold me already. Lead the way!”

Walking side by side, Yoosung felt his heart lift. All his nerves from before had slid off his shoulders as easily as discarding a coat and his steps felt light. The anxious planning, the weeks, days and hours before their date finally slid into place and Yoosung led the way through the streets to the busy seafront lined with gorgeous cafes and restaurants. The weather was perfect. The sun dipped behind clouds, tempering its heat, and the sea was flat and calm, a gorgeous, radiant blue.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, lost in awe as she stared out to sea.

“You’re beautiful,” Yoosung almost said, the words lodged in his throat as a scorching blush roared across his cheeks. He swallowed, mouth dry, barely managing to agree with her let alone compliment her looks. At this rate he would combust before their date was up.

After a short walk down the seafront, admiring the view, they reached the bustling cafe and Yoosung was suddenly very glad he took Zen’s advice and reserved a table early. The cafe, seated up on a hill, faced the sea and had a stunning view of the crystal clear waters from up high.

“You were right, this place is amazing!” she commented, gazing around the busy cafe. “And just look at the view!” She bounced up and down on her toes in a bubbly excitement, her attention never lingering in one spot for long. “Oh, look at those cakes!”

Like a child in a candy store, she dashed over to the display case with wide eyes and a delighted gasp. Yoosung laughed. The date suddenly became effortless. Almost… normal. Blissful, even. Yoosung ordered coffee and cake for them both, finding that the words came easy, finding the courage to pay for it all like Zen had advised him to, even as she protested.

“Fine,” she said at last. “But next time, I’m paying.”

Yoosung’s heart could’ve stopped right then and there.

Next time.

“All right,” Yoosung conceded despite the blazing rush her words had sent shooting through his veins. He wondered if she could hear the roar of his blood in his ears, the thundering of his heart pounding in his chest. It was dizzying and exhilarating all the same.

Yoosung took their number and led the way to their reserved table by the large, rounded windows overlooking the sea below. It was perfect. Despite the crowded tables surrounding them, despite the noise and thrum of the customers, it might as well have been just the two of them.

Almost.

“Wow, there’s so many couples here,” she noticed, glancing around at the tables nearby. “This must be a popular date location.”

It was true. The majority of people around them were in pairs. Couples. Holding hands, making eyes across the rounded tables.

“Sorry,” Yoosung apologised quickly, feeling his cheeks redden. “I had no idea.”

“Why are you apologising?” she brushed it off lightly. “We’re on a date too, remember? We fit right in.”

Oh.

Yoosung’s cheeks burned brighter at her admission, at the acknowledgement that they were on a date. That they were a couple. Having it put into words made it suddenly so real. So obvious. It made his heart flutter and buzz in the strange way it always did around her.

It wasn’t long before their cakes and coffee arrived, only a few minutes that they spent lost in an easy conversation, and the way she gasped and cooed in delight when the waitress brought them over brought a smile to Yoosung’s face. A laugh bubbled in his chest. He loved - no, adored - how such a simple thing as a cake brought so much joy to her. How she expressed herself so freely, so openly. So honestly in front of him.

And, in turn, Yoosung felt he could be himself around her. He could be natural. No trying to impress, no acting or doing something only because someone thought he should. Just like how she’d asked him about his interests and supported him choosing his own path. He felt like he was discovering himself for the first time when he was with her. He was paying attention to how he felt, what he wanted. What he needed. What he enjoyed.

He enjoyed being with her.

“Ooh, they look so good!” She gushed, already aiming the delicate silver spoon at her cheesecake as if she were determining the best angle to start devouring it from. “I definitely made the right choice. Cookies ‘n’ cream is always the way to go.” She stabbed the cheesecake with her spoon after deliberating as if cheesecake-eating was an art and finally tasted it, sighing with the spoon still in her mouth. “So good!”

Yoosung’s heart fluttered and he focused his attention on trying his double chocolate mousse cake instead of the burning flush colouring his cheeks. She was so cute. Too cute. And if he didn’t have a melt-in-your-mouth piece of cake on his tongue he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from saying so out loud. His heart was as full as his mouth. He needed to watch himself or else he was going to say something embarrassing. Or accidentally make a declaration of love in the middle of the cafe.

That was definitely not something to try on a first date.

He looked up bashfully from his cake as she sipped her cappuccino and sighed happily. She smiled at him and gestured with her spoon towards her cheesecake.

“Want some? It’s really good!”

So she’d said. The corners of his mouth pulled up in amused delight at her obvious enjoyment. “Sure. You seem to be enjoying it.” Yoosung breathed a laugh and glanced at his spoon, dirtied with own cake. He went to grab his napkin and wipe the crumbs off when a spoon appeared before him. Held out towards him with a spoonful of cheesecake on it.

Her spoon.

Yoosung’s heart leapt into his mouth as their eyes met. She smiled innocently, offering him a spoonful of cheesecake. The same spoon she’d had between her lips seconds earlier. He lost all the air in his lungs. His heart stopped. With every ounce of his strength and willpower, with a flame burning furiously across his cheeks Yoosung leant forward and closed that final distance and caught the spoon between his lips. It slipped out cleanly, a gentle brush of metal as she pulled back her spoon and Yoosung swallowed thickly.

She smiled brightly, stabbing her spoon into her cheesecake again and relished another mouthful. “Do you like it?”

Yoosung almost choked on his spit as he realised he hadn’t tasted it at all - he’d practically swallowed it in one whole bite - and nodded stiffly. “Y-Yeah. It was good.”

All he could focus on was that spoon. The same spoon that she drew up to her lips again. Those soft, plump pink lips of hers that pulled open into a perfect ‘O’ and accepted the spoon, pursing closed around it just like his had. His blood electrified, shooting a jolt like lightning through his blood as she sighed dreamily.

She hadn’t even noticed that they’d shared an indirect kiss and he could hardly breathe. He quickly snatched up his coffee and took a few burning gulps. He needed to calm his nerves, his heart, before he smouldered into nothing but ash. He didn’t know how she could do something like that so innocently when he wouldn’t have even dared to think about it.

“Can I try yours?” she asked, tilting her head cutely with that innocent smile playing on her lips again.

Yoosung’s heart skipped. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as if she knew exactly what she was doing to him. The look in her eyes would’ve been enough to combust him on the spot if it wasn’t for the dusting of pink on her cheeks. The nervous pull on her smile.

It made his heart grow. She was nervous too.

Yoosung managed to smile, his breaths almost giddy. “Sure.” He scooped a small spoonful of his cake and held it out to her - just like she’d done. It set his blood on fire to do something so… so intimate. His movements felt stiff and he froze when she leant forward, when she caught his eyes and held his gaze as she took his spoon gently into her mouth. His heart stammered and he stole his eyes away only to catch on another pair of eyes looking directly at him. Two pairs of eyes. Eyes that he recognised instantly.

Yoosung’s heart screeched to a halt in his chest. Every ounce of blood in his body drained from his face as Zen attempted to hide, ducking his head behind a menu, and Seven - it was obviously him despite him dressing up as a woman - continued to point his phone directly at Yoosung. Without even caring that he’d been seen, Seven gave a gratuitous thumbs up and a wink.

“Something wrong?”

Yoosung’s attention stole to her and he snatched his spoon back with a nervous laugh. “N-No, nothing’s wrong.” The heat that had drained from his cheeks now rushed back with force as he realised that both Zen and Seven had been watching them.

Even worse, Seven might have been filming them.

Yoosung took another mouthful of cake, trying desperately to ignore Zen and Seven where they sat almost directly behind her. Purposely positioned so that she couldn’t see them. How long had been there? How long had they been watching them? From the start? If so, that meant… it meant they’d seen everything.

As a churning mortification settled in Yoosung’s gut, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out quickly and checked the notification only for his heart to skip. It was a picture message. A photo. Of Yoosung and her moments earlier when she’d offered him a spoonful of her cake - the picture taken at the moment he’d had the spoon between his lips.

Yoosung shoved his phone deep into his pocket after silencing it. The heat burning on his cheeks took on a mortified annoyance.

“Everything okay?” she asked, watching him with a kind concern in her eyes. “If it’s something important...”

“It’s not,” Yoosung reassured her quickly, brushing off her concerns and giving her a smile. He wasn’t going to let Seven’s antics ruin his first date.

She smiled in return, relieved. “How did you find this place? It’s got such a gorgeous view, the cakes are amazing and the atmosphere is great! It’s not too noisy either. I’m surprised you were even able to get a booking!”

Yoosung laughed sheepishly. “I made sure to book early. Zen recommended this place to me.”

Which, Yoosung realised, is how they knew he was going to take her here. Of course.

“Well, you made the right choice! I could stay here and look at this view forever,” she sighed, leaning her chin in her hand and gazing whimsically out the large glass windows.

Yoosung’s heart squeezed in his chest. Instead of admiring the view, all he could admire was her. The background faded around them, even Zen and Seven behind her faded into nothing but background noise.

She glanced back at him to find him still gazing at her. “What is it? Is- is there something on my face?” She touched the corner of her lips, trying to swipe away imaginary crumbs.

“I-I was just… admiring the view…” Yoosung muttered beneath his breath, the words catching before he could voice them properly. Despite that, her cheeks coloured pink and she ducked her head as if she’d heard him anyway. Yoosung stole his eyes away, abashed that he’d actually said that.

After a few moments of silence, of short glances and eyes catching, they both finished the remains of their cakes.

“Do… do you want to go somewhere? For a walk, I mean,” Yoosung asked, finding his nerves began to settle as his cheesy compliment was left behind.

“That sounds great,” she agreed with a bright smile.

They stood up to leave, heading towards the door, when Yoosung noticed Zen and Seven standing up as well. Something tightened in Yoosung’s chest. Without thinking, he grabbed her hand and met her confused gaze with determination.

“We’re running.”

She blinked at him.. “What?”

“This way!”

With a gentle tug on her hand, she followed him and they ran from the store. They ran from Zen and Seven, merging with the crowds and disappearing into the streets. They ran down the coast, breathless and laughing even though she didn’t know why.

They stopped on the sand, both heaving and panting for air, and Yoosung cased the beachfront behind them. Zen and Seven were nowhere in sight.

“What… what was that all about?” she asked, still catching her breath. A light sheen of sweat glistened off her brow. “Not that I don’t mind the exercise after all that cake.”

Yoosung sighed. “It was Zen and Seven. They were following us. I think… I think they’d been watching us the whole time.”

He waited, stiff and nervous, for her reaction. For her mortification, her cry of embarrassment or annoyance.

Instead, she laughed.

It was breathless and light and caught him off guard. He stared at her, mouth agape, as she burst into laughter. He didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to react to this, to her.

“So that’s why you looked so uncomfortable! Was that when you noticed them? Oh my god. Were they sitting behind me?”

“You’re… not mad?”

She drew a final breath of laughter and shook her head. “No. Why would I be? That’s hilarious. I didn’t notice at all!”

Tension washed off Yoosung’s shoulders as if a gentle wave had cascaded down his back. “Oh. I thought it would… ruin our date or something. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Something like that wouldn’t ruin a date,” she said, reassuring him with a smile. “Besides, even if it did, we’d just have to go on another date. Somewhere where we can be by ourselves.”

Yoosung’s heart grew light. “Really?”

She nodded. “Of course. We have all the time in the world to have dates. And I said I’d pay next time, didn’t I?” She gave him a playful wink and squeezed his hand.

His hand.

They were still holding hands.

Yoosung couldn’t have been happier if he tried.

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Blue is the Warmest Color || Obi Wan Kenobi x reader

Hello everyone! Today I was hit with a wave of inspiration and decided to write something for my favorite Jedi, Obi Wan Kenobi. I’m a huge star wars fan and avid reader of Obi Wan fanfiction, but only now I had the guts to actually post something, so please be gentle :)

(I reread this over 100 times, but I’m sure there’s still some typos somewhere so ignore that.)

Let me know what you think?

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It’s been a long time coming – that feeling of being home, the warmth of his heavy wool robes on her cheek, being engulfed by his scent. It’s probably what she had missed the most if she’s honest with herself, the way his spicy, wooden smell surrounded her every time he was near. Always a comfort, always a taunt – it would make her insides curl in the best way, yearning to be in his arms in the worst possible moments, with her face resting against his neck, where his skin is soft and warm, and where she could feel his heart beat slightly increase upon placing a soft kiss on his Adam’s apple. It was her favourite place to kiss, right after the moles on his forehead and underneath his right eye, because she was guaranteed to earn back a shiver.

He loved it just as much (if not more) as her, she knew.

He had once confessed how the feeling of being wanted and loved was foreign to him still, how sometimes he inadvertently pinched his thigh, not quite believing the look in her eyes was directed at him.

The Jedi life was a life of solitude, and as such it’s expected of him to find comfort in the Force, not on the valley between her breasts, where he was certain to fall into a slumber, lulled by her even breaths, warm skin and the feeling of her fingers combing through his hair. And so, he loved when he felt her sponge a kiss on that spot on his neck, because it reminded him how she was his as much as he was hers, and he loved how she kissed the birthmarks on his face, as he knew it was her way of telling him she would always worry for him, care for him, and think of him when he was away on missions, willing him to come back home safely, to her.

Often when his assignments turned out unexpectedly sour he would think back and let himself remember the feel of her, of her kisses and the sweet nothings she loved to whisper on his ear – she was very vocal, always making sure to tell him how precious he was, how good, and how valued, even after being together for almost a year she knew of his insecurities and never failed to battle them away in any way she could.

And so, to finally be back in Coruscant, after what was supposed to have been a simple extraction, but turned out to be a gruesome four days of torture, after being made a slave, he could finally breathe again. Rushed to the medical facilities after collapsing on the tarmac (much to his chagrin, as General Kenobi never wished to be seen as vulnerable), he was now laid on his stomach on a cold bed, a medical droid fussing over the whip imprints on his back and Ashoka crouched near his head, willing him to keep his eyes open. Not one for sentimentality, he would seldom voice out loud how much he cared for his grandpadawan, as much as his own apprentice, but at that moment he would wish for nothing more than her silence, as her tries to gather details on what had happened during his mission were only reminding him of the crack of the whip, the insults and the cold dungeon he had been kept on.

“Ashoka, please”, was all he could mutter, as his strength failed him and he fought to keep his eyes open – with his malnourishment and the state of shock his body was under, it wasn’t advisable to fall asleep, he knew, before the doctors finished their examination, lest his body give into a comatose state.

Obi Wan willed he droids to assess his wounds faster, so he could finally be treated and then give his body the rest it so desperately needed, as it was getting increasingly harder to fight the weight on his eyelids. His prayers were answered when the door opened and in hurriedly strolled his padawan, followed by none other than the person he most ached to see, even if he could feel his heart constricting at the thought of her seeing him in such a mangled condition. He should have guessed, really, that she would be the one responsible for tending to him, not only due to her control of the force and ability to heal through it, but also because of the unspoken understanding between him and Anakin, and the nights both Jedi would each seek shelter in the arms of the ones they loved – something they never openly spoke about, but nonetheless acknowledged. Her being brought to him was surely Anakin’s doing.

He couldn’t not keep his eyes open then, he couldn’t not let himself get his fill of her, of how she had her hair in a tidy up do, the way she always insisted on having whilst working, on how her mismatched eyes quickly swept over his whole body, inquisitive, assessing all the damage he had suffered, and finally lingering on his back, on the gashes of raw flesh he knew were there – the beautiful, unique eyes he loved so much, now filled with worry and sadness. He was suddenly hit by the realisation of the scars he would undoubtedly have once his back healed, would it affect the way she saw him? Would she still want him? Desire him, touch him? He closed his eyes then, swallowing the bile that had risen on his throat, he couldn’t let himself think about that then, or his body would surely give in.

Efficient as ever, she started instructing the two other droids to make a concoction that would help close his wounds faster and dull the pain he was feeling. Anakin had pulled Ashoka aside, leading her away from his bed and out of the room, to make way for the doctors. He knew his master better than Obi Wan liked to admit, and knew he was bound to be feeling exposed, vulnerable and, most of all, embarrassed (stupidly, if anyone asked him). Obi Wan was one of the most respected and well regarded Jedi and even had recently been invited to become a part of the Council, and thus Anakin knew letting the people he was responsible for protecting seeing him broken was only adding a burden to his master’s worn down shoulders.

Soon it was just them both in the room. No words had been exchanged yet, but then again, one was too immersed battling his dark thoughts, and the other didn’t think anything could be said to erase the last four days of pain from his mind, as she desperately wished to do. So she resorted to do her job as best she could, and, closing her eyes, she hovered her hands over his body, one over his auburn hair and the other over the bottom of his spine, untouching, letting the Force guide her through is injuries, first the superficial, then the internal ones.

It was a relief to see he had not sustained any internal bleeding, as she had initially thought from the purple bruises he was sporting on his sides and arms. The lacerations on his back would take a few weeks to close properly and his body required a few days of bed rest, as well as full meals to restore its energy, but Obi Wan would be fine. She couldn’t hold in a sigh anymore, as the weight she had on her chest ever since she had learnt of his captivity finally lifted. Her Obi Wan was back, and he would be fine. Stars, her knees almost buckled at the realisation.

Hearing her reaction, he slightly craned his neck to better see her face. His mouth was dry, but he still licked his lips to speak, “Hi”. His voice sounded foreign to him, rough and deeper than it usually was, he had barely spoken a word since his extraction. She looked at him and softly smiled, her eyes shining with tears as the adrenaline of tending to him started to subside. “Don’t cry”, his voice sounded again, and, instincts kicking, he tried to lift himself on the mattress. His body protested immediately, and he sagged back down, taking a deep breath in as he fought through the tremors caused by the sudden effort.

She was at his bedside at once, seeing how the medicine the droids had applied had yet to kick in, and getting a tiny neon green pill from a bottle, she made him take it with some water. Her dearest Obi Wan, who even barely able to move, still couldn’t bare to see his people suffer. She threaded her fingers in the hair flopped over his forehead and kneeled at his bedside to be at his eye level. He was blinking slowly, the weariness and exhaustion he felt clear on his eyes, “You can rest now, Obi Wan. You suffered no internal damage. You’re home, you’re safe”, she willed her voice to come out strong to try and provide him with the assurance she imagined he needed, but he wasn’t having it. He slowly lifted his right arm from the bed and grasped the hand she had rested next to his head. They had a strong bond, stronger than he thought possible for two people to have, least of all Jedi. He knew he was breaking his oath by giving in to his feelings for her, but after their first meetings, when he came to realize how connected they were – not just their bodies, but their souls -, he couldn’t deny it, them, any longer.

The first time they met had been during the Clone Wars, as she had been a part of their medical team. But after the war, as time went on, they kept crossing paths, randomly and repeatedly, as if the Force were driving them to know each other. He started to be able to clearly see her force signature, then feel it, as well as her presence, and even share her emotions, and he knew from his padawan days that even the Jedi who decided to dedicate themselves to medicine had to complete the Jedi training in its entirety, which meant she knew how to protect and close her mind. They found themselves intertwined though, as they had gotten closer, and who was he to contest a wish from the Force?

She rested her head on their joined hands, faces so close her nose almost touched his cheek. “You need sleep”, she whispered softly, “I’ll stay if you’d like me to.” There was nothing that would be able to drag her away from him, she knew.

He nodded slowly; his eyes fixed on hers. They had always been one of his favourite features, because he had never seen nothing like it before, not even on his adventures with his late master, who had made sure to teach him all there was to know about each species that inhabited the planets they visited. She was human, like him, quite ordinary as well, in juxtaposition to the multitude of species in Coruscant, except for her eyes – one was blue, clear as the water of the rivers in Naboo, and the other was a soft lilac, the same shade the sky of Tatooine would adopt in the dusk. Her eyes that told him so much, even when she wished to guard herself and her thoughts – he could always read her (as he knew she could always read him) because there were no reservations between them.

So, he saw, deep into her mind, her love and care for him, the worry she had felt in his absence painted in the circles beneath her eyes. He felt her force signature, a soft, mint green, enveloping his body, providing him with the comfort he craved, like a breath of fresh air consuming his being and washing his body into a deep sense of calm.

And when she softly left a lingering kiss on the mole beneath his right eye, he knew he was safe and that she would love him back to health.

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