#side note this outfit is gorgeous and i'm glad i pulled him :) he's so beautiful

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this event feels like "psychologically torture oliv in front of a live audience" simulator

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Heyy, how you doinggg!! Could u write smthg abt a reader with psoriasis.. maybe she's insecure to go out in a dress or smthg and harry helps her feel better. Mines been pretty bad recently and I could use some fluffrry 😕🤧 also I love your ficsss,, they're so goodddd I'm obsessed.

A/n: sorry this took so long! Just a note - I’m not familiar with psoriasis but I did read a little about it before writing this bit. I didn't go into specific detail about it but I hope it's something you were looking for anon. If anything doesn’t sound right let me know!

Warning: none really - reader has psoriasis and feels insecure but this is just fluff 💕 652 words

Lately you were feeling like the skin on your body was revolting. You would go through phases where it was worse than others and while your current psoriasis flare up wasn’t as bad as you’ve had, it still had you feeling insecure and it didn’t feel good, it was difficult to ignore by just covering up.

“You really don’t want to go out tonight? Everyone’s going to be there, babe. C’mon…” Harry spoke into the phone.

That was worse. Everyone? God you’d rather stab your eyes out with a butter knife.

“I’m just not feeling up to it tonight, Harry. You go. You’ll have fun!” You tried to making it sound like you wanted him to go and have fun without you and that you were okay, but the truth was it made you feel very upset. You hated it. You’d love to go out with all your friends and Harry but in the moment, you were not feeling social. You didn’t want to try and find the right outfit and deal with anyone asking you about the lesions on your skin.

You could hear Harry sigh on the line, “I’m coming over.”

He wouldn’t take no for answer. He showed up at your apartment a half hour later and immediately cupped your face and drew you into him with a sweet kiss. You were still getting used to how much Harry didn’t care about your psoriasis. It never bothered him, he never treated you like you were anything but his beautiful girlfriend.

“Let’s find you a cute dress, baby,” he dragged you to your room and brought you to your closet.

“Harry, seriously. You just go. I’ll be fine. I just want to relax at home,” you watched him rummage through your clothes and pull out five different dresses.

He didn’t ignore you per se, because he smirked at you, making eye contact as he walked past you and laid your dresses out on your bed. But he didn’t respond to you verbally either.

He pursed his lips and cocked his head to the side as he looked at the dresses, “Hmm… the blue one is my personal favorite. Would you feel comfortable wearing that one tonight? Or do you like another one?”

You stood next to your boyfriend and rubbed your hands over your face, “Harry…” you looked up at him and pouted, “I just don’t feel pretty today. I don’t think any of them will look good on me.”

Harry shushed you and brought you into his arms, gently swaying you back and forth. He held you close to his body and you leaned your cheek on his chest.

“You’re fucking gorgeous. You can make any of these dresses look good. You’re a goddess. I want my girlfriend with me tonight. Want to show you off and have you by my side all night. I like your company. No one there is half as interesting as you are. Need my girl with me,” he kissed the top of your head and you crumbled.

Harry was always doting on you and telling you how pretty you were. It didn’t always work, but sometimes when he’d really charm you and say sweet things he’d convince you to go out when you were feeling less than pretty.

“Fine. I like the blue too,” you spoke and Harry grasped your arms and held you out so he could look at you.

He had a big, goofy, dimpled grin on his face, “Yeah?! We’ll have fun, babe. I’m so glad you’re gonna come with me!”

You got dressed and did your hair and Harry made you twirl for him, “Hot. Hottest girl in the world. Are you ready for a fun night?” He grabbed your arm and kissed the top of your hand, dragging his lips up your wrist to your forearm.

You laughed and nodded, “I’m ready to have some fun.”

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Hey how about a masquerade theme fic with our lovely hunter? Don’t know if it has been done before but just food for thought😁 hope you have a lovely day/night😁✌️

Ps. Love your writing🖤❤️✌️

Masquerade

Summary : At a masquerade ball for senators, you spot one of the guards and you're intrigued by his mask. Once you start talking, you intrigued by him more and more. Warnings : none :) Notes : this request is so cute! im glad you enjoy my writing <3

Even with your elaborate mask and matching outfit, you were sure everyone could see how bored you were. You enjoyed dressing up and socializing, but not with the same people who would backstab each other to further their own agendas. You had your senator friends, they just decided not to attend.

You stuck to the wall for most of the party, smiling and conversing when needed. You just had to get through the night then you could go home and get some sleep.

As you scanned the room, trying to find something new to look at, you spotted one of the clone guards hired for the event. His mask was unlike other clones you had seen. It was black and red with a white skull painted on one side of it.

It was interesting, and you were drawn to him.

You started through the crowd, slipping through other masked senators and apologizing for bumping into them with a smile. You finally reached the other side of the room and walked up to him, a soft smile on your face.

"I like your mask," you said just loud enough for him to hear.

Your eyes met his visor, and you were curious what was underneath.

"Thank you, Senator," he replied, his voice modulated by the mask.

"Is there meaning behind the skull? Or is it just to intimidate people?"

"Uh...I guess you could say there's meaning behind it. Most of the time it intimidates people since I'm on the battlefield when I wear it," he answered. "I also like your mask, it's very elaborate."

"Thank you..." You trailed off, waiting for his name.

"Sergeant Hunter."

You gave him your name, shaking his hand with a smile. "Would you like to get some fresh air with me?"

"I should probably stay here and follow orders-"

"Just say you're protecting me or something," you cut him off, looping your arm with his and leading him to the private balcony no one else was on. You couldn't see it, but underneath his mask, Hunter was smiling at your eagerness.

The doors slid closed behind you once you two walked onto the balcony. You unlinked your arms, walking over to the railing and looking out at Coruscant. You reached up and carefully took off your mask, turning back to Hunter.

"You know, I don't really these kinds of things. I usually sneak off after a while," you said, looking at him.

Once Hunter saw what you really looked like under your mask, he froze. You were beautiful and he couldn't help but stare. Luckily, his mask hid his eyes from you so he could look as much as he wanted.

You didn't mind Hunter suddenly going silent. You dragged him from his position just for some company, you don't blame him for not replying.

You sighed. "I usually like to be alone when I sneak away from parties, but you intrigued me. Rather it be your mask or some other thing, it made me want to talk to you."

Hunter didn't answer again. Instead, he walked up to you and stood beside you at the railing. He reached up and took off his mask, a soft hissing sound coming from it.

He was handsome. Long, wavy dark hair, sharp features, gorgeous gray eyes. You noted the red bandana on his head and the dark skull tattoo covering one side of his face.

Hesitantly, you reached up and cupped his tattooed cheek. "So that's why you have a skull on your mask," you said softly.

You naturally started to lean in and Hunter did the same. Your lips met and you melted into it. But it lasted only for a few seconds before you suddenly pulled away, stepping back.

"I-I'm so sorry! I don't know what got into me, I-"

"It's okay, Senator. I didn't mind it," Hunter said, a smile on his face.

You smiled back, nervously playing with your mask in one hand. "We should, um, get back before anyone starts looking for us."

Hunter nodded and you linked arms again. This time, he led you back to the party. Right before you unlinked your arms, you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I'll see you around, Sergeant."

[floralamongtheclouds]

hmmm a full spicy greyche fic... I'm interested! Yes, continue! Do it... if you feel inspried enough 👀💦 Regardless, love the scenario! a pair's height difference is one of my favorite things in shipping... and forehead kisses, that line about the kiss on top of head gave me joys! Thank you :*D

I totally agree! Height difference is my favorite part in a ship too! I’m so glad you’re enjoying my writing! Also I have a lot of questions about Grey’s outfit.. is it a one piece? Shirt and pants? Will we ever know? For simplicity’s sake, we’ll say its a white, button-up shirt with high waisted pants.

Warnings:  NSFW/Spicy

GauchexGrey (Continuation of this request)

Grey couldn’t remember when they ended up on the bed, but it’s not like she was complaining. Currently Gauche was on top her, one hand supporting him up and the other gently gripping her thigh. He pulled away to lightly kiss his way up her jawline to her ear and started nibbling on her earlobe.

Grey felt like her body was on fire; each kiss ignited her skin even more. She couldn’t seem to focus on anything as her hands roamed across his back, over his shoulders and settled on the front of his shirt again. As she reached the top button, though, her nerves got the better of her. Something finally clicked that they were actually doing this.

“Do you want to stop?” Gauche asked her when he noticed that she hesitated.

“N-no,” she whispered back, “I’m just a bit... nervous.”

“If it gets to be too much, we can stop whenever you’d like.”

“O-ok, thank you.” 

She took a deep breath before focusing back on the buttons of his shirt and started unbuttoning them. Taking her movements as a sign to continue on, he moved from her earlobe to start leaving love bites down her neck. One spot in particular sent sparks of pleasure to shoot through her spine and caused her to moan out, which he took note of and bit down harder.

At his ministrations, Grey’s body took over as her mind clouded. She quickly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt before shoving it off his shoulders and threw it somewhere in the room. Her hands lightly traced his chest, reveling in how he shuddered as she touched him.

She barely even noticed that he had shifted himself to rest his hands at the top of her pants, silently asking her if he was okay to continue. Again her body acted on its own accord, her hips lifting up to meet his, giving him the signal to please keep going. In one fell swoop, he pulled off both her pants and underwear and threw them to join his shirt somewhere in the abyss of the darkening room.

“W-wait!” Grey slightly pushed Gauche off of her, her brain panicking at what just happened.

“I’m sorry,” he quickly said, “I thought that was okay. We can stop.”

“No, that’s not it,” she looked away from him, covering her face with her hands, “It was okay... I just got so nervous because I’m still not even completely used to having people actually see me, let alone in this kind of situation... I’m just worried that you’ll be...disappointed.”

He was silent for a moment, causing her to peek out through her fingers to see him slightly smirking down at her. Once she made eye contact with him, he flipped her over to sit up with her back flush against his chest and to see a large mirror at the end of the bed, reflecting back the debauched scene.

“Now, why would I disappointed,” he slowly started unbuttoning her shirt, “When I have an amazingly beautiful woman in my arms.” Each word was accentuated with an opened mouth kiss down the side of her neck as he maintained eye contact with her in the mirror. 

“I want you to see how gorgeous you are.” He whispered in her as rid her of the rest of clothes. He went back to sucking on that one particular spot on her neck while one hand snaked around to her chest to start rolling a perk nipple in between his fingers and the one went down to her dripping folds.

Grey couldn’t bring herself to look away from the mirror as he traced lazy circles on her mound, every worry she had built up in her brain melting away. Her breathing grew heavier as she found herself incredibly turned on by the scene; with Guache pleasuring her in every way possible and occasionally catching her eye to give her lustful, heavy-lidded looks. She ground her hips into him, trying to convey to him that she wanted more. He moaned softly at the action and obliged her; pushing two of his fingers further into her and started massaging her walls out slowly.

“Oh, Gauche...” She breathed out at the sensation, tilting her head back into his shoulder and reaching behind her to grab a fistful of his hair. He hummed back lightly, seemingly pleased with her reaction.

A hot coil started forming in her, telling her she wanted, no needed, more of him. 

“M-more.” She whispered out.

“What? You’re gonna have to speak louder than that.” She couldn’t see his face, but she could feel the teasing smile form on his mouth. Usually she would call him out on teasing her, but in that moment she couldn’t care less to do so.

“A-ah, more please.” She moaned out louder, bucking her hips into his hand to drive home the request.

Without responding, he inserted a third finger and picked up his pace. At this point, Grey couldn’t control the volume of her moans, the world around her disappearing as she could only focus on the pleasure from Gauche’s fingers. Her moans spurred him on to continue faster, eager to see her come undone by him.

It didn’t take long for her orgasm to take over, sending bolts of pleasure through every nerve in her body and spotting her vision with white. Once she came back down, she caught his gaze in the mirror once again.

“See? Gorgeous.” He traced a fingertip down her cheek. “Now, are you ready to continue?”

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Check My Heart Rate Because I Think I'm Falling For You Part 2

Summary: Sebastian takes a tumble on the set of Civil War and becomes enamored with the paramedic who arrives on the scene. But she decides to give him a hard time.

Chapter Summary: The second part no one asked for. 

Warnings: None just fluffy fluff

Also, I could’ve sworn there was a gif out there of Sebastian playing pool. If anyone can find it, please give me it. I can only find gifs of him IN a pool which isn’t too bad but doesn’t really correlate. 

           “Val!”

           She turned when she heard a nurse, Maggie, in the emergency room calling her over. “What’s up?” She wondered.

           “Someone brought you flowers.” The young nurse, who Val knew from crossing paths many times, smiled widely.

           “Really?” Val walked over to the nurse’s station with her and sure enough, a large bouquet of blue and purple flowers sat on the desk.

           “Mhm, do you know him?”

           “Uh…if I’m thinking it’s the guy I met then yes.” Val found the card among the petals and opened it.

           “You should’ve seen him, he was so handsome. He was wearing this leather jacket and jeans. Oh my God, he was so dreamy. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t speaking English when he started talking to me.”

           Val read over the note in disbelief.

           Valentina,

Thank you so much for our paramedic expertise. Doc says I have a small concussion but I’m on the mend. Should be back filming soon. Hopefully, we won’t run into each other again on the basis of medical emergencies. But I’d like to see you again when we’re both off work. Here’s my number so we can get in touch.

           Hope to see you soon,

           Sebastian

           “Wow…” Val whispered quietly. Even after all the grief, she gave him, he wanted to spend more time with her.

           “He was adorable, he asked if you were around but I told him he just missed you. I told him you’d probably be back soon and he was worried the flowers wouldn’t get to you. But I assured him I’d text you. There was also this little boy who broke his arm and recognized him. I guess he’s an actor or something, I didn’t know who he was. And he signed the boy’s cast. Isn’t that adorable?” Maggie squealed.

           “That’s pretty cute.” Val agreed. “So he brought them in himself?” She was impressed. Usually, if a boyfriend or potential boyfriend bought her flowers, they just had them delivered to her.

           “He said he wanted to see you.” Maggie shrugged.

           Val’s face turned red. “Wow, okay…I guess I should text him.” She put his number into her phone.

           “He gave you his number? Oh my God, lock him down.” The nurse replied sternly. There was a sharp beeping and she groaned. “This girl has been buzzing nonstop. She’s been demanding everything.” She rolled her eyes and got up.

           “Mags, will you keep these safe until my shift is over?”

           “Of course. I’ll keep a good eye on them.”

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           Val: Thank you so much for the flowers, they were beautiful. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to see you.

           Sebastian: No worries. You were out saving lives

           Val: Want to get dinner tomorrow? I’m working in the morning. Are you shooting anything?

           Sebastian: Nah, I’m done for the week. They postponed my scenes while I recover. We can get dinner.

           Val: Great, you can pick where we go. I don’t need anything fancy.

           Sebastian: There’s a good pub around the corner from the hospital. It’s casual; we can get a few drinks, shoot some pool.

           Val: Sounds fun. I’ll meet you there at eight?

           Sebastian: It’s a date. Can’t wait to see you.

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           Val stood by the entrance of the pub and checked her phone for the time again. She sighed when it read quarter after eight.

           She’d been thrilled to see Sebastian again. She spent hours trying to figure out the perfect outfit. One that was nice but didn’t try too hard. She settled on a skirt and a nice ruffled tank top paired with a jean jacket. She double-checked with Grace and got the thumbs-up. Now she was standing on the sidewalk, worried that she was about to be stood up.

           He was a nice, attractive actor who probably got hit on all the time. She was just an EMT from a small town. And she didn’t feel she was nearly as pretty as the actresses in Hollywood. She didn’t buy into the fakeness of LA. There was no point. If people didn’t like who she was naturally, then they could fuck right off. But she hoped Sebastian liked who she was.

           “I’m here, I’m here.” Sebastian came jogging down the sidewalk. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I know I’m late.” He ran a hand through his hair. “And I…” He paused when he looked at Val for the first time. “Shit.”

           She felt a huge amount of insecurity and her eyes widened. “What?”

           “Man, I thought you looked beautiful in your uniform but…damn, I didn’t think you could get more gorgeous.”

           Val smiled and ducked her head. “Stop, you know that’s not true.”

           “I’m not blind.” Sebastian scoffed. “But I am sorry for being late. I’ll make it up to you.” He promised.

           “It’s alright. It’s not like you were a few hours late.”

           “Whoa, whoa, whoa, I’m not stupid. I would never pass up an opportunity like this. Frankly, I’m just glad you texted me. I was worried the flowers would be a little much.” He admitted and opened the door into the bar for her.

           “No, they were perfect. They look beautiful in my tiny little kitchen.”

           He chuckled. “I’m glad you liked them. I wasn’t sure what your favorite color was but your uniform was blue so I just…it’s sort of stupid.”

           “No, I like blue. Purple is my favorite though, so you nailed that.”

           “Nice…glad I let the florist decide.” He laughed and grabbed a seat at the high-top tables for them. “So how was your day?” He asked as they got settled.

           Val lost herself in his eyes for a moment as he shrugged off his leather jacket. “I uh…” She was so close that she caught the scent of his cologne and almost melted. “It was good, pretty typical.”

           “Any dumb actors with concussions?” He grinned cheekily.

           “Can’t say there were. I did save Natalie Portman’s life though.”

           “Shut up, you did?”  

           Val giggled and shook her head. “You’re the first actor I’ve treated. The first actor I’ve met actually.”

           “How long have you lived in LA?” He wove his fingers together and rested his hands on the table, just centimeters away from hers.

           “A few years. I grew up in Nevada.”

           “And you’ve never met an actor?” He raised an eyebrow.

           “Well, I’m always working so…” She shrugged. “I might have run into one though and I just didn’t know it. I mean I didn’t really recognize you.” She reminded him. “But! I did watch Captain America!”

           He smiled shyly. “You did?”

           “Yeah, you were pretty cute. Sorry, you died…wait if you died then why are you filming with them?” She realized for the first time.

           “Well, that would be unfair if I spoiled it for you. You’re just going to have to watch the rest of them.”

           “Alright…maybe we can watch them together?” She tilted her head to the side. “Unless this date goes really bad and I find out you’re a selfish douchebag.”

           “Have you gotten that impression so far?” He wondered.

           “No…you seem different than most of the people in LA or in your line of work I guess. I knew this one girl who worked on the set of a movie as like an intern and she automatically assumed she was better than me because she rubbed elbows with Hollywood’s elite.” Val rolled her eyes.

           “People who work on movies aren’t better than anyone. Hell, you’re probably better than me because you actually help people. I just stand in front of a camera and talk.”

           “Judging people isn’t really my thing.” Val shrugged and fiddled with the salt shaker on the table. “I either like someone or I don’t. It doesn’t matter status, it’s about their personality.”

           “That sounds perfectly reasonable.”

           “And I like you.” She admitted and glanced up at him sheepishly.

           He smiled genuinely. “I like you too.”

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           “Tell me you’ve played pool before.”

           “I can’t say I’ve actually seriously tried.” Val grabbed the cue Sebastian was handing her.

           “This is going to get really cliché, okay? Because I’m going to stand behind you and teach you how to play. And you’re going to swoon over how manly I am. And I’m going to realize how absolutely perfect you are.” He said with a dead-serious look on his face.

           Val giggled. “Then could we just skip this part because I think we’re already there?”

           “Nah, it’ll be cute.” He situated himself behind her and placed his hands over hers. “And by the end of the game, I’m going to kiss you.”

           Val’s hands shook slightly and she couldn’t believe this was really happening to her. Gently held in his arms, feeling his warmth, inhaling his scent, and listening to his gentle, low voice was too much for her. She felt faint but she couldn’t let him get the last word.

           “Well, if I win, I’m going to kiss you.”

           He chuckled and his cheek grazed her hair. “Fair enough. I win both ways though.” He pointed out.

           “Me too.”

           Once it was all said and done, Sebastian won the game. But it didn’t matter to Val. Because he walked around the table and took her cheeks in his hands. It was like there wasn’t anyone else in the bar. He kept her close and his eyes flicked over her face briefly.

           Val licked her bottom lip and nodded slightly to give him the go-ahead. He smiled slightly and leaned in to kiss her. He was right about one thing; it was every cliché she’d ever heard of.

           Her ears were ringing as she felt sparks jolting down her spine. The only thought in Val’s head was the way his lips felt. Her knees buckled and she wondered how she had missed out on this experience her entire life. Maybe because she just hadn’t met the right guy. Sebastian was that guy.

           His thumb brushed over her cheek as he drew away. “Wow…” He breathed and the tip of his nose brushed against her cheekbone. “Uh…I think my brain just short-circuited.”

           Val laughed softly and nodded. “Yeah, I totally know how that feels. It just happened to me too.”

           “Want to see if it happens again?” His eyes sparkled and he moved one hand to her waist.

           “Well if we don’t try we’ll never know.”

           “Exactly my thoughts.” He pulled her closer and kissed her again. She did everything she could to not lose her mind completely but he had some sort of effect on her. It was like a drug and her heart raced uncontrollably. It was dizzying but she craved more.

           They pulled away for air and Sebastian laughed. “Yeah, wow, I could get used to this.”

           “I think you need to check my heart rate,” Val whispered.

           “Yeah? Might as well check mine too.”

           She grabbed his shirt to pull him back to her lips.

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