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flopsxii · 4 days

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regular customer - various genshin characters !

in which these various genshin characters are your regulars at your small, quaint cafe. of course, it is very possible they have acquired feelings for their favourite barista ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

ft. lyney, kazuha, hu tao, bennett, freminet & xiao 𝜗𝜚࿔

no specified gender <3

𐔌 lyney !

“c’mon, y/n! one more trick and i’ll be out of your hair.” lyney whispered before showing off his cards in his hands. “i have a queue lyney, can it wait till later?” you inquired, whilst taking the next customers order with a bright smile on your face. lyney pouted at your response, “what if my trick made all these customers disappear?” he asked, an excited glint in his eyes.

“then i’d have to shut the coffee house, lyney!” you exclaimed, as you rushed around the small space, getting drinks of all different flavours ready for the people of fontaine. “hmm, i guess i can wait till it quietens down…” he mumbled, before sipping his coffee and almost staring you down.

“i didn’t know boba or matcha would be such a craze in fontaine… did you?” he asked, noticing a handful of people walking out with your new speciality drinks. “well, i wanted to bring an inazuman touch with me… it was a 50/50 chance of people liking it, i’m just so glad people do! maybe i’ll travel to each nation and bring a speciality back with me.” you explained to the magician.

the cogs in lyney’s brain started rotating, maybe he should bring you back a beverage recipe from snezhnaya. he wondered how happy you would look if he revealed a drink recipe from nowhere, what a trick that’d turn out to be…

“mmm, that sounds like a marvellous idea! where would you go first?” lyney asked before finishing off his drink. “probably liyue… i’ve always wanted to visit!” you responded, whilst handing more drinks to customers.

“how about after i return from snezhnaya, we go to liyue together?”

𐔌 kazuha !

he technically wasn’t a regular. he’d frequent your quaint little cafe everyday for months and then he’d disappear into thin air for longer than he had been there. he’d smooth talk his way out of your questions everytime, “oh you know, i follow where the wind takes me.” he’d reply with a small smile or he’d conjure up a haiku on the spot to woosh your questions away. either way, you’d always end up forgiving and forgetting.

he had been gone for 3 months now and each day you wondered if this was the time he’d never come back to visit the cafe. maybe it was possible he found a coffee house in a distant land he preferred more. your chest felt heavy at the thought, ‘surely not… kazuha always comes back…’

you were knocked back into concentration when a customer appeared in front of you. “i’m so sorry to keep you waiting! what can i get for you?” you asked, hoping that making drinks would easily distract your thoughts from the samurai. “a strawberry matcha please, y/n!” they requested with a smile. i nodded, getting to work brewing the matcha, “so, anything new?” i asked yachi, another one of my frequent customers. “oh… same old, i’ve just been helping my father around the store. and you? have you seen your samurai yet?” she asked, a small smile playing on her lips.

“kazuha’s back?” i asked, spinning around the face her to inquire more. instead of facing yachi alone, i was now faced with kazuha himself. “i apologise for being away for so long, y/n. i hope you’ve been well.”

both hearts hammered away in separate chests, “i’ve been wonderful kazuha, and you? how were your travels?” i inquired, whilst finishing yachi’s drink and allowing her to have the matcha on the house.

“i enjoyed journeying… seeing new lands and meeting new people. however, i never could find another coffee house that gives me a sense of home like yours does.”

𐔌 hu tao !

it’s like she does it on purpose. everyday, you’ll end up spilling multiple drinks when hu tao jumps out of nowhere and scares the life out of you. but it’s ’all good fun’ as she reminds you each time.

“c’mon, y/n! didn’t mean to actually scare ya!” she laughed, almost keeling over from how funny she was finding the situation. you pulled your lip between your teeth as you started wiping up the boba you had spilt all over your worktops.

“yeah, yeah, tao. i’ve heard this all before.” you replied snarkily. “did you want a drink or just to kill me? you’ll have to wait many more years before you can plan my funeral hu tao.”

she hummed, gazing over the menu before coming closer to the counter. “got anymore boba?” she inquired, a playful grin on her face as she watched you clean the spilt boba. “i think you know the answer to that.”

“bummer… i was really feeling boba too! no matter, im perfectly content with your company, hehe~” she giggled, resting her chin on her palm. a blush rose to your cheeks at her bold statement, “i’ll just get you a green tea, hu tao. would that be alright?” you asked, hoping the funeral director couldn’t see how red your cheeks are.

“mmm… that’d be wonderful!” she cheered before jumping behind the counter. you poured her green tea, added a slice of lemon and just before she grabbed it, hu tao came impossibly close; “you know, your cheeks remind me of red lacewing butterflies, hehe! so cute! anyhow, best be off… things to do, people to see, zombie children to seal away… see you later, my butterfly!”

𐔌 bennett !

he always turned up with new plasters cluttering his skin, dirt on his cheeks, the occasional cut or bruise… but always with a beaming smile on his face. you weren’t sure if this was his usual demeanour or if he simply loved your beverages that much. but never the less, you appreciated his custom all the same, even if you were worried every time he burst through the cafe door.

“you’re injured again, bennett.” you observed, as he approached the counter, a blush rose on his freckled cheeks. his hand rose to rub the back of his neck sheepishly, “my commission didn’t quite go to plan…” he explained, whilst his eyes darted around your various chalk boards filled with different drink options.

“you know, there’s always one thing that can cheer me up after a messy commission, y/n!” bennett exclaimed before taking out his pouch of mora. “mmm… could it be your hot chocolate?” you asked, already beginning to prepare bennett’s favourite drink.

“you know me too well, y/n! what would i do without you!” bennett smiled once again before placing some mora on the counter for you. “take a seat bennett, i’ll bring it over for you.” you smiled before resuming and finishing bennett’s drink.

bennett hoped you wouldn’t feel his eyes on you as you made his drink. he almost felt bad making you do the same drink at the same time everyday but he couldn’t help himself. if he didn’t order something, how would he be able to speak to you and see you everyday? somehow, you had become part of his daily routine, no matter if his adventures went pear shaped or not, he knew no matter what, he’d see your smiling face at the end of everyday.

he hoped one day he’d be brave enough to confess his feelings, how you lighten up his day and his mood each time he came in… until then, he was more than happy with your small talk, his perfectly made hot chocolate (with all the trimmings, of course) and being able to just see you.

𐔌 freminet !

it had taken freminet around two months to gain the courage to order from you. you had noticed the blonde boy sitting in the back of the cafe, keeping to himself; occasionally the magician lyney and his assistant lynette would sit at the table with him. however, today he was alone and now fumbling over his words.

“hi, freminet! how have you been? i haven’t seen you recently.” you smiled, your hands placed on your hips. freminet kept his eyes towards the floor as a rosy pink blush spread across his cheeks like wildfire. “ive been… just fine, y/n. busy diving and with my siblings.”

“well i’m glad any time i get to see you.” you reassured the blonde boy but all your words did was make his face go almost crimson, you giggled at how shy he was.

it’s true, freminet had caught your attention the first day he had came in. you still remember it clear as day.

the door creaked open and there stood a blonde haired boy with a diving mask held at his side. when he finally looked up and his eyes widened in disbelief at your appearance, you had completely gone limp from the sight of his pretty eyes. it was as cliche as it sounds but somehow it was perfect to you.

ever since then, freminet had visited whenever he could, even if he didn’t speak to you or order anything. sometimes you would give him a drink on the house, after all he would end up sitting there for hours just reading or gazing into space. there were times where his siblings would order something for him and drop devious little hints in your ear about their brothers feelings.

freminet’s appearance had made coming to work everyday unpredictable and exciting. you had a crush and it made your heart pound everyday in anticipation for his arrival.

𐔌 xiao !

it was most certainly a surprise when a certain adeptus visited your coffee house. he was uninterested in your beverages and instead demanded a cuisine you didn’t even offer. however, you bent over backwards trying to please him and cooked him his desired dish anyways.

xiao appreciated your effort even if he decided to leave it unsaid. he decided next time he visited the coffee house, he’d order from your normal menu and definitely not force you to do something special for him.

however, next time he popped by your coffee house and begrudgingly ordered a black coffee (the only one he knew of), he was surprised to find you had given him a portion of almond tofu as well.

it surprised him, why would you go out of your way to cook him a meal when one, he didn’t even pay for it, two, last time you made it he hardly seemed grateful and three, you hardly knew him.

maybe you were trying to gain his custom in the most degrading way possible or maybe you were just that nice. either way xiao was grateful that you entered his life, even if he hadn’t made the most positive impression.

“here’s your tofu, xiao! i adapted the recipe but i do hope you still like it. oh! and i made you a new drink, let me know if it’s okay… if you don’t like it, i’ll make you your usual.” you smiled reassuringly, before placing down the bowl, a spoon and his beverage.

xiao smiled thankfully before digging into his food. it was a slightly different taste from the usual almond tofu recipe, xiao was sure he’d hate it if someone else made it, however, he loved it because it was made by you.

despite having so many questions and conversation topics, you decided to leave him be. xiao had always liked his own company more than others and it was best not to force him into being sociable, it never ended in the way you wanted.

however, what you didn’t realise was during the time you served customers, xiao had already disappeared off into the night and had left a bunch of qingxin flowers in the middle of the table, tied together with a neat lilac bow.

a/n — i hope you enjoyed my first genshin post!! <3 mwah

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #xiao x reader #kazuha x reader #hu tao x reader #lyney x reader #bennett x reader #freminet x reader #lyney #freminet #hu tao #genshin xiao #bennett genshin impact #kazuha #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin natlan

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thedensworld · 11 months

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Welcome to Densworld🌼

Masterlist

den | aries | infp-a | she/her | carat💎 ahgase🐥

1. Found You | Choi Seungcheol

His wife suddenly went missing. There are two possibilities, his best friend has hid her from him or she literally left him.

2. Lover Series | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu's love life has became more interesting since you came

3. On Scene | Yoon Jeonghan

Yoon Jeonghan, once a dedicated police officer, finds himself embroiled in a web of corruption and is subsequently transferred to a unit that is shunned by his colleagues. Just when he thought his life couldn't get any more complicated, a murder case emerges, and it appears to be connected to his ex-girlfriend.

4. Healing Hues | Jeon Wonwoo

Exhausted by the monotony of his life as a celebrity, Wonwoo makes a pivotal decision to return to his childhood hometown and embark on a heartwarming project: building a small library named 'Healing Hues.' Little does he know, this journey will lead to a series of unexpected and transformative events.

5. To The Rescue | Jeon Wonwoo

Eight years had passed since you and Wonwoo last worked together, but fate had other plans. The case you thought was behind you resurfaced, pulling you back into the world you thought you'd left behind.

6. Doesn't Mind At All | Hong Jisoo

Joshua willingly agrees to pick up his boss's daughter from school, not realizing that this simple task would lead to an unexpected encounter with his longtime crush.

7. Sweet Macaroons | Choi Seungcheol

Seungcheol was far from pleased when a food critic posted a negative review that started to impact your sales. He couldn't stand to see you upset.

8. Mind Date | Hong Jisoo

Joshua has the power of mind control, enabling him to get anything he wants by influencing people's minds. Suddenly, he meets you, someone he can't control at all.

9. Even When We're Drown, We're Still Breathing | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu was missing the spotlight he used to have, so he decided to accept the offer to shoot a reality show about marriage life and parenting. However, his wife was in a different situation.

10. Don't Touch Mine | Yoon Jeonghan

Jeonghan had hid his feelings for you, but he had been in denial. Then, an unexpected event occurred, and everything changed.

11. Post-Magazine | Kim Mingyu

It was an honor for Mingyu to collaborate with a well-known magazine. But this job made him realize that love at first sight is real.

12. Where to Sign? | Choi Seungcheol

Seungcheol is about to sign the pre when you said this thing to him

13. Guilty Flower | Choi Seungcheol

Seungcheol accepted his mother offer to meet you, his potential future wife said his mother, without knowing what kind of person you are.

14. Naming is Fun | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu knows that you are his laugh button, but he can't believe your suggestion over the baby name.

15. Now You're Safe With Me | Choi Seungcheol

Seungcheol received several missed calls from you, and he knew they weren't just regular phone calls.

16. Forever His | Choi Seungcheol

You found out that Seungcheol was marrying you for your property and wealth while you're pregnant with his child. What would you do? Let him go or play a fool?

17. Piece of Origami | Kim Mingyu

you have no idea that you're this untalented in making a paper fold—origami until your kid ask you to make one

18. What A Fate | Yoon Jeonghan

Who would have thought your next meeting after having a one-night stand would be this unexpected?

19. Perfect Pairing | Choi Seungcheol

Mafia Seungcheol has to face a fact that he found his bestfriend's long-searched sister. However she is a NIS agent who was ordered to terminate him.

20. What a Sweep | Choi Seungcheol

Seungcheol brimmed with excitement as he prepared to teach you some Jiu-Jitsu moves, little did he knows, you would nearly send him into a heart attack.

21. Ten Years | Jeon Wonwoo

In hospital Wonwoo is a doctor, and back to house he is your husband. However, your sudden conditions make him choose.

22. Everything | Choi Seungcheol

You come to him in the middle of the night, plan to end him immediately. However everything change.

23. What A Revenge | Yoon Jeonghan (Part 2 of What A Fate)

After an unexpected rendezvous after a one night stand, Jeonghan asked Mingyu to set him up with you. However you had a different situation and it's getting complicated.

24. Falling Flower | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu never thought that he would find Y/n, his friend's secretary, attractive. What's started from eyes, physical, has fallen to his heart. As he tries to get to know you, he realizes he knew nothing about you.

25. Rewind Button | Jeon Wonwoo

If Wonwoo had a time machine, he would definitely go to crash your wedding.

26. Flower Bloomed | Kim Mingyu (Part 2 of Falling Flower)

It's been a year since Mingyu and you were married. Once united by a good feeling, has started to scatter, both you and Mingyu couldn't find reason to stay together.

27. Your Best Man | Jeon Wonwoo

Wonwoo has tried his best to become the best man you've ever met. At the end, he is the best man.

28. Stupid Cupid | Kim Mingyu

You must be the reason why he's been nervous for tonight's event. There must be something that Cupid has been doing.

30. Hold On Tight | Yoon Jeonghan (Part 3 of What a Fate)

What's started for a revenge and status has developed into something Jeonghan couldn't comprehend. He unconsciously were willing to do anything and it was only for you.

31. Alone At Night | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu has no idea until he had to sleepover in your house because of the rain. In fact, it hurts him.

32. Revelation | Choi Seungcheol

What started as an office romance escalated quickly when there are news about Choi Seungcheol, your boyfriend, is suddenly the heirs of the company where you both work.

33. I Can Fight | Jeon Wonwoo

Since you married Jeon Wonwoo, you always considered to not wear revealing clothes. Honestly, Wonwoo doesn't care

34. Bucket Of Happiness | Jeon Wonwoo

After the divorce settled, you immediately moved to Canada for your treatment. Meanwhile, Wonwoo has to run away from his parents who couldn't stop forcing him to get married.

35. Sweet Truth | Choi Seungcheol

The relationship become unstable and lot of things happened. It's time for truth to be revealed

36. Towel Argument | Hong Jisoo

Towel is just a towel. It's not something essential. But why it is able to crack a relationship? Joshua is the first man to proof you that you won't have a towel argument.

37. People's Person | Xu Minghao

You never had a person. You were always be the people's person.

38. Time For A Rose | Choi Seungcheol

You found out how he always got you flower at the perfect time.

39. Right Time | Kim Mingyu

You both were too young when you get together, right person-wrong time. Two years after break up, destiny brought you two again.

40. Let Me | Choi Seungcheol

Seungcheol has known your for a long time and has been very grateful of your dedication as his worker. It was supposed to be just like that.

41. How To Summon Demon | Choi Seungcheol

Your friends and you playfully played game to call the Hot Demon in high school. What if he actually summoned?

42. Case 143 | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu and Y/n are exes. One day, they have to work a case together and it makes the situation uncomfortable for both teams. Besides for the rookie, Hansol.

44. Another Revelation | Choi Seungcheol

Just like other conglomerates in drama, Seungcheol's mother wants you to break the relationship.

45. Chill Dad | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu always wanted to be the chill and cool dad for his kids, however the world don't let him.

46. Work Stressed | Yoon Jeonghan

Working with your best friend is stressful and Jeonghan will tell you why.

47. App Location | Choi Hansol

You finally found the right function of the share location apps

48. Taste Me | Choi Seungcheol

Can't friends taste each other? Seungcheol didn't know the answer. But he was certain that it'll be fair only if he could also taste you.

*one more for till the first 50 titles!

49. Arrangement Crossed | Kim Mingyu

Mingyu started to enjoy the arrangement between him and you. What should he do?

To be continued ;)

e n j o y, joy! -dk

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mariariley · 1 year

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how do you think the 141 guys would answer your ft calls?

141 x reader

answering your ft calls

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masterlist || have a request/ask? Here are the rules <3

Ghost

Probably won’t answer (hates fting (just like me))

If you’re pushy enough and keep calling him he just might answer because he would start getting paranoid it’s something urgent

Would tell you to fuck off if you just wanted to bother him (nothing personal, it would be sarcastic)

Will stay in the call though and it would probably end up being like 3 hours long

As time would pass perhaps he would start answering more often

He isn’t a fan of calling or texting or any of that stuff to be completely honest

But he just might do it for you

🖤

Soap

Is probably always asleep when you call him in his free time

Always answers anyway

It’s hard to get off the call though, blud just keeps talking

Will definitely bring his phone to the toilet and take a piss while still talking to you (you’d have to remind him to wash his hands every time)

Will always tell you to turn on the lights if you’re in the dark so he can see your pretty face

His fav thing to do is watch you show him what new stuff you bought

If you wear makeup, he would love seeing you do it

As your partner he would definitely be into freaky facetiming

Loves texting and calling in general, he’s a spammer when it comes to that

🖤

Gaz

Answers most of the time

Even when he doesn’t he apologizes over text messages and calls you back

Mostly outside when you call him so expect a journey through the city and subway with him

Loves staying with you on ft till late hours, just blabbering about anything

Would send kisses over the camera

Would watch movies and series with you while facetiming

You’d probably always be the first one to fall asleep because he would stay up on purpose to take screenshots and send them to you

Has a whole album of you being asleep on ft named “<3” (I promise it’s not creepy it’s just cute)

Though when he’d fall asleep first he would love you to do the same, he finds it wholesome

🖤

Price

Old bloke not a fan of ft

He isn’t that much of a boomer but definitely not a fan of some newer generation stuff

He would know how to answer but it would still look a little goofy because he’d always answer with “Can ya hear me/see me, luv?” or “How copy, luv?”

He’d ask you why you’re doing this because he doesn’t understand the point of face timing, he prefers regular calls

Though sometimes he would love to sit back and relax and just enjoy your blabbering and admire your beauty

Would always complain how he prefers seeing you in person because the front camera makes people look weird

🖤

Alejandro

Would always be happy when you call him

Is probably always cooking when you call him and, even when he isn’t, he would answer and go to the kitchen

Loves showing you new recipes he found and loves describing every ingredient

Probably one of his fav things to do with you when you’re physically distant - cooking facetime!

Loves dancing and singing while cooking so expect a ft concert too (you can never be bored with him)

Loves long fts so expect him to not let you hang up because he always finds an interesting subject to talk about

In the end he would always tell you how much he misses you being next to him

🖤

Rudy

Answers immediately. One ring and he’s there

The moment you call him he would leave everything and get in bed and ft with you forever if possible

Would also watch movies and series with you while facetiming

He knows how to play an acoustic guitar so one of his favorite things to do is play it and sing for you

It would mostly be some of his favorite slow and romantic Mexican songs

He likes to do this in the evening because it feels like he’s singing you a lullaby

So if you’d fall asleep to his singing, his heart would be full

He’d always whisper goodnight before hanging up

Divider owners already tagged in my previous posts, I don’t want to spam them 🖤

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coven-of-genesis · 1 year

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Ways to practice self love

Practicing self-love is essential for your overall well-being and happiness.

Here are some ways you can cultivate self-love in your life:

1. Practice Self-Compassion: Be kind and understanding to yourself, just as you would be to a friend facing challenges. Treat yourself with the same level of compassion and empathy you would offer to others.

2. Prioritize Self-Care: Make time for activities that nourish your body, mind, and soul. This can include regular exercise, healthy eating, getting enough rest, spending time in nature, or engaging in hobbies you enjoy.

3. Set Boundaries: Learn to say no when needed and establish healthy boundaries with others. It's essential to protect your time and energy and not overcommit yourself to things that drain you.

4. Practice Mindfulness: Be present in the moment and cultivate mindfulness. Mindful practices such as meditation, deep breathing, or yoga can help you become more aware of your thoughts and feelings, promoting self-awareness and acceptance.

5. Challenge Negative Self-Talk: Replace self-critical thoughts with positive affirmations. Focus on your strengths and accomplishments rather than dwelling on perceived weaknesses or mistakes.

6. Surround Yourself with Positivity: Surround yourself with supportive and positive people who uplift and encourage you. Limit exposure to toxic relationships or environments that bring you down.

7. Engage in Self-Reflection: Take time to reflect on your values, goals, and aspirations. Regularly assess your progress and celebrate your achievements, no matter how small they may seem.

8. Practice Gratitude: Cultivate a gratitude mindset by focusing on the positive aspects of your life. Keep a gratitude journal and write down things you're thankful for regularly.

9. Forgive Yourself: Let go of past mistakes and forgive yourself for any perceived failures. Understand that everyone makes mistakes, and they are opportunities for growth and learning.

10. Engage in Activities You Love: Make time for activities that bring you joy and fulfillment. Engaging in hobbies and interests you're passionate about can boost your sense of self-worth and happiness.

Remember, self-love is a journey and not a destination. It requires consistent effort and patience. Be gentle with yourself and embrace the process of learning to love and accept yourself unconditionally.

#self love #witchblr #witchcore #witchcraft #witchlife #white witch #beginner witch #witch tips #grimoire #spirituality #book of shadows

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thesharktanksdriver · 2 years

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Being a Magical Girl in Gotham (Platonic)

Part 1 Part 3 part 4

A continuation from the last part. I think I’m gonna later add stuff about y/n meeting other hero’s and villains plus some oneshots instead of just headcanon stories

Once again sorry/not sorry if characters are out of character . Also this is continuing y/n’a journey of continually getting more villains and hero’s to adopt them lol.

Y/n is literally becoming these Criminally insane villains’s emotional support child lol. And y’all can’t stop me from making that happen

Months within your friendship with Damien your a regular visit to the Wayne manor

And Damien is more than pleased with this since he now gets to brag to his older half-brothers

You can only giggle as the youngest Wayne drags you away before any of the others are able to talk to you

Damien at the manor enjoys spending time out in the garden with you

Having small picnics as Titus lounges beside the two of your in the grass near the expertly planted gardenias in full bloom

Turns out he likes helping Alfred with the garden quite a bit

They even planted a small raspberry bush that only the two (now three) of them knew about

It’s rare to feel as if sunlight was a thing in Gotham but out here it’s almost rare that there wasn’t a beam of golden light hitting your face

If you make a flower crown for Damien he’ll wear it with a bit of bitching but the minute his brothers make a comment about it he’s pulling out his sword

Speaking of which, he shows you his sword collection!

An honour only you get to see without the threat of being stabbed as an extra bonus

He has a wide array of them, all from different areas of the world and different time periods

It’s actually really impressive

(Definitely asks if you want one and plans to get you one as a gift)

His room is bigger than your apartment and half the shit there would cover 4 months of rent

You don’t mention this though

He has a lot of imported furniture from what looks to be the Middle East and Asian descent

If you ask about it he’ll actually be really happy to explain their origin and history

He’s very passionate about history and seems to have a ton of knowledge on all arrays of most countries

Definitely gets worried when you mention have cup noodles for dinner 4 times in a row and demands you stay for dinner

You do and it ends up being really fun

At school after that he makes sure Alfred packs an extra lunch for you to have

Mr Wayne himself is actually really nice and much different from the Himbo he’s often portrayed as by the press

He’s extremely friendly to you, always offering a smile and small hello when Damien drags you off to wherever

He doesn’t seem to mind you being in his home infact he seems to encourage it

When Damien had chased his brother Dick around for trying to spy on you and him Bruce sat down and talked with you

He actually thanked you for making his son happy

Also asks if maybe he could speak to your parents sometime

You just say that their usually really busy abroad but you’d that get a letter from them since you don’t have a phone

You can tell by that alone he’s worried, like real worried at the thought of you basically living alone in a city like Gotham

A week later you forge a note from penguin lol. That man has good handwriting but definitely lost a few years on his life when you said it was for faking a note from your nonexistent parents

Bruce might be considering to adopt you and his sons are fully encouraging this

At some point in going to the manor you began sometimes helping Alfred with some small chores by delivering Bruce’s tea

He finds it to be a pleasant surprise and give him more opportunities to speak to you

Bruce finds you to be a impressive young lady. One who’s wise beyond their years and someone who has a unknown but similar weight on their shoulders

It worries him since he sees himself in your eyes

He begins connecting some dots about the rumours he’s heard about some young girl vigilante?, he’s not sure what exactly to label them as

But isn’t 100% sure it’s you since they apparently look 17 and your clearly 15

He puts a pin in it though

Anyways you can bet that he’s now inviting you to his gala’s so Damien more at ease plus give you a nice night to relax

He pays for clothes and even gifts them to you afterwards

The minute he finds out your an orphan you best bet he’s pulling out the papers-

Dick is super excited to meet you! Minus the fact that Damien is basically hissing at him and dragging you away

When he does get to speak to you he kinda reminds you of Nightwing with how pleasantly chatty he is

He asks about how your school is, if your enjoying your stay and what you think of lil Dami etc

Probably suggests to Damien about having you over for a sleepover and that he’ll take over his patrol for that night

Damien his heavily considering it

Probably calls you stuff like “kiddo!” And some alternation of your name

Has Alfred bring you and Damien snacks when y’all are hanging out

Listen he’s just really invested in the fact that Damien has a seemingly normal friend whom he cares for

It means he’s learning and adjusting to a relatively normal life outside of being Robin which was something he always worried about

Like Bruce he kinda gets worried about how your parents are apparently abroad and left you, a 15 year old child alone in Gotham of all places

Gets even more worried when you refuse to get a ride home

Sometimes spies but always gets caught and chased off by Damien who’s slightly annoyed

He means well

When you join for dinner he likes to tell a lot of stories and listen to your own

Basically already considers you a part of the family and is waiting for Bruce to slap out those papers

Might try to pry about who’s your favourite superhero just to see everyone at the table silently hope

His hope is crushed when you say it’s Wonder Woman

Then Everyone’s hood is crushed when you say your favourite male superhero is supermen

Clark probably hears their crushed souls from metropolis lol

Tim is just plain confused and wonders if your being paid or need help

He might love Damien as his little brother but he also has the scars to prove that little shit ain’t always a law abiding citizen

When he does realize though that Damien didn’t threaten you nor is paying you (why did he even jump to that conclusion?) he finds himself curious

Bruce forbids him from looking through your entire internet history and trying to find every possible trace of your existence

You notice early on how he’s addicted to coffee (just like Nightwing mentioned about red Robin)

Like with Bruce you help Alfred and deliver him some from time to time

This along with the limo rides with him and Damien give you the chance to actually talk to him

He’s really passionate about his goals, talking about his passions and plans in life

He seems to be hard working like you are, but to a worrying degree where he pushes himself to the limit (like you do)

It’s somewhat worrying to you as you find him lunched over his laptop with 6 empty mugs of coffee and bags under his eyes

You can’t say much since that would be hypocritical

But that doesn’t mean you can’t distract him for a bit as to give home a break he desperately needs!

You use Rigel to get his eyes away from his computer screen. The small white ferret making him pause as he scoops them up

Also riddles galore, some of which you might’ve borrowed from Riddler (he’d be so proud)

He’s pretty determined in getting to know you after a while, figuring out what you like and don’t, or what type of food you preferred

It might kinda seem a bit creepy at first but you realize that this is his way of trying to show his care. Odd but kinda amusing once you realize he told Alfred and now you have an entire menu catered to your taste

At some point he might’ve peaked at your records and is confused when he can’t find anything

He hasn’t told Bruce but he’s getting more worried when he digs deeper to see you seemingly live alone in a shit part of Gotham

Realllly wants to tell Bruce but also doesn’t cause that’ll mean he disobeyed him and might get another “friendly” visit from Damien’s batarangs

Whoops…oh the pain of being too smart

Jason shows up one day while your hanging out with Damien out of fucking nowhere

Like your just laying in the grass, petting Titus and then bam there’s a shadow looming over you

He seems kinda pleasantly surprised that “demonspawn” has a friend

Teases the shit out of Damien in front of you in a very big brother kinda way

Whenever he stops by he brings McDonald’s like a cool bring bother or uncle

Damien complains it’s bad for your health but stops when you mention that McDonald’s is something you can barely afford so you appreciate the free food

He may be a little shit but he’s not gonna be an asshole about that…at least not anymore compared to when he first arrived

He occasionally picks you and Damien up from school or drops by at lunch to deliver some special food from Alfred

One day when Damien was sick and it was raining hard when you didn’t have a proper jacket her gave you his leather one

He let you keep it, saying that he had plenty of other one’s and that you suit it better

Mentions literature a lot, even seems to have a small version of pride and prejudice tucked in his pocket

Jason likes to joke that his white streak in his hair is from learning about Damien having a BFF now

Damien in return calls him geezer and encourages you to do the same

He’s the person who immediately notices when you have any bruises other than Damien

Reallly tries to convince you to let them drive you home when you once mentioned the area you live in

He’s gonna get more white hair if you mention the fact that your apartment doesn’t have a proper lock on it and you have to prop a chair against the door

If Damien doesn’t gift you that sword soon he’s gonna give you a pocket knife

He fucking adores Rigel, loves it when the interdimensional god ferret lays in his hair

Takes photos and jokes that their now his white streak

You caught him using a baby voice with Rigel and his brothers won’t let him live (hah) it down

Alfred is half convinced that your some type of universal sign by some god lol

Best grandpa

He secretly bakes you and Damien cookies just for you two and even leaves some that have chocolate chip smiley faces

As stated before by Damien’s request he begins making you a lunch as well for Damien to deliver since he wants you to have a good meal

God knows how much he has wanted another calm person in this household

Sometimes in your lunches you find little bundles of fresh lavender and notes saying “have a splendid day” and “do your best”

He really appreciates you helping him out even though he didn’t ask. He mostly lets it happen so you have the chance to spend time with other members of the family

He makes little treats for Rigel

Due to Tim he has your taste narrowed down and always makes sure to have your favourites when you visit

May or may not have thought of room decor if Bruce adopted you

He senses your an orphan. He just knows but wants the others to figure it out rather than saying it

If you’ll indulge him he loves talking about old films and classic literature like Dracula

He was actually the one who introduced Jason to it and would love to turn their two person book club into 3

Finds Rigel very cute and lets the small animal curl around his neck

He finds it really nice if you want to join him in cooking and would most definitely teach you new recipes

Except his cookie recipe cause that one is a pennyworth family secret

You once tried to lie about not being sick and he gave you a knowing look before giving you a care package of his chicken noodle soup and some medicine

Your half convinced he’s not human but not in a bad way, more of a “is he a god?” Or “is he like Rigel” sorta way

You get legal advice from Harvey about the entire ordeal. The past DA offering to do more than just legal advice if you’d like

You say that you want to handle this on your own so he and two-face relent

But not before saying that the offer stills stands

Both Harvey and Two-face enjoy your presence for various different reasons but the important one is that you treat them as their own separate people

With Harvey you talk to him about what it was like going to collage and being the DA

He often talks about his friendship with Bruce and their crazy times when they were younger

He often wonders how he’s doing

You want to tell him but know that doing so could reveal who you possibly are

Probably tells you if the time Bruce “accidentally” poured wine on an asshole professor in a white suit after harassing a few female students

Probably tells you legal loopholes that your not supposed to know but you appreciate it anyways

Two-face on the other hand is kinda more difficult to talk to but once you get past his walls he talks and talks

Most definitely tells you how to pick locks and evade taxes, I’m sorry but that’s what he’s gonna teach you

At some point he probably offers to “talk” to your landlord about why he illegally raised your rent

Tells you about how corrupt the world actually is

Teaches you to flip a coin

He and Harvey get a lot of bouts of pain due to the burns so there are times they’ll go quiet out of trying to deal with it

With maybe a little magic from Rigel you make a special burn cream that helps alleviate that pain

Listen…you get he’s a bad person and all but you don’t like seeing people in pain

It’s been that way ever since you were young and having to watch kids your age suffer

Maybe it was always in your nature to help others no matter how much it weighed on you

It’s probably the reason why Rigel had chosen you in the first place

Yeah, that makes sense

Mr freeze is kinda a sad grandpa that you find yourself visiting to check up on

You had fought his shadowmite when the anger from his wife’s condition rose up again

After that your welcomed to his small lab for as long as you can due to the cold

He often laments about Nora. How she would’ve loved to meet you

You always say that she will one day which gets a small melancholic smile

You can only spend up to maybe 30-45 minutes with him before your begin to freeze despite you changing your magical uniform to better suit the temperature

If you request it he’ll show you how to ice skate and finds it really amusing if you succeed and then slip into a pile of snow

Speaking of snow, you like to leave little snow men hidden around for him to find

He sometimes talks to Nora’s body about you when alone. He mentions how he’s been feeling a bit better as of late due to you popping by

You don’t know this but he and Nora always wanted a child. So having you around kinda helps fill a hole in his heart that he long thought was frozen over with grief

I like to think that in his spare time he’s taken up knitting and made you a pair of matching mittens, scarf and hat

Their a teal blue with little snowflakes designs on them with maybe a little hidden snowman

He sometimes sneaks in ice or snow puns to watch you process it for a minute and then laugh

It makes his day

Probably tells you that if you need a good murder weapon he can make you a good icicle that’ll melt away therefore removing evidence

It’s hard to think he’s a super villain until he brings up shit like that

If you literally give him anything as a gift he’ll end up cherishing it

You actually end up meeting Waylon by accident in the sewers since you use them as a kinda secret passageway across Gotham

Your surprised at meeting the literal giant man who looks like a crocodile but you don’t end up panicking much

Same shit different day in Gotham

He lets you pass and even guide you to where you needed to go

After that it kinda becomes a system of meeting him and talking as he guides you through the Sewers (even if you knew them by heart at this point)

You like giving him leftovers that you have even if you also need them

The two of you now have a small tradition of sitting and enjoying a cup of ramen once in awhile

He teaches you a few French phrases and tells you of New Orleans

Talking of the mixed French and American culture of the city

At some point he probably tells you to visit for him if you get the chance. You promise to do so and being back a souvenir for him

Of all villains you feel the most sympathy for him. Someone who was born with something that they couldn’t control and being ostracized by society for it

Eventually becoming what they feared in the first place to survive

At some point you trust him enough to tell him about how you live alone. Barely getting enough to scrape by and living in a shitty apartment after running away from an orphanage

He lets you sit on his shoulder despite the fact you can basically fly a few feet off the ground

Also likes to mess up your hair with his giant clawed hands

He always makes sure to be slow just in case cause he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you. You tell him he doesn’t and that you felt with worse but that in turn makes him even more gentle in being near you

During the winter you buy him a heater incase his condition also leads him to being cold blooded (which he is)

He definitely appreciates it since winters are really rough for him

Definitely finds the contrast of cute, small innocent magical girl and then giant, hulking, scaled lizard man being friends to be hilarious

During this time you begin to notice the Shadowmites kinda begin to thin out

It makes you a bit more relaxed and off guard (big mistake)

What had initially started out as a small gathering of them soon evolved into them all attacking at once

Biting and clawing as you did your best to stop them

By the end of it your left barely conscious, their hosts left laying on the ground passed out from having their energy drained

You could only hope they’d be ok as you find yourself stumbling towards the only place you could think of

Library

You move purely out of instinct, your body moving on its own as your weakened abilities help you move from rooftop to rooftop

Today was luckily one of the days you’d meet up with Hood, at least meaning if you passed out there you’d be relatively safe since your apartment was too far away

When you get there you almost sob out of relief when seeing his red helmet that matched the colour leaking from your form

Dark blotches of red contrasting against the lighter colours of your uniform

#platonic #dc x reader #jason todd x reader #damien wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #bruce wayne x reader #killer croc x reader #waylon jones x reader #two face x reader #Harvey deny x reader #Mr freeze x reader #magical girl y/n

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Protector of Teyvat (a troll hell-bent on reviving everyone just for fun) P—3

Isekai’d reader who is hell-bent on reviving everyone using your cheat code as the protector of Teyvat. With great power comes great benefits! Teyvat population stonks

Note: asmoday is the unknown god, reader also grants gnosis and visions, isekai, slight sagau in the future chapters, op reader

Summary: You are just a regular human being living your best life on Earth, collecting husbandos and waifus in Genshin Impact when all of a sudden you were isekai'd to Teyvat, but not as a traveler, a creator, or an NPC. You are a very close friend of both Celestia and the Unknown God, who is known as the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles. You also hold a very important position of the highest order because unbeknownst to the general populace, you are the Protector of Teyvat from the outside forces.

And so imagine the Archon's faces when their dead friends suddenly came back to life just so they can accompany you together with Aether and Paimon on a journey to spit on the Celestia's face

Timeline in Teyvat when you got transmigrated: Before any wars happened. Zhongli is probably sucking on a dragon pacifier or something if that even exists.

Warning: curse words, slight ooc, lore flying over the ocean and going for a swim, author removed the lore from the irminsul so act like you know nothing of it, i'm putting the lore in the cheese grater

“As what I am trying to say, Lady Y/N… is quite… a peculiar person.”

Jean sighed and scratched her temples, beginning to feel stressed. "Stop going in circles and get to the point, Kaeya."

About half an hour has passed since Kaeya first started talking, and it does not seem like he is going to get straight to the point any time soon.

Paimon flew closer to you, who was visibly bored as you sat on a chair, whispering into your ears.

“Paimon thinks you broke him...”

You folded your arms and looked at the man who had been struggling to explain for about ten minutes with a quiet chuckle. His eyes met yours, and he instantly averted his gaze, an embarrassed expression on his face.

And even Lisa, who is standing next to Jean, has been staring at you for quite some time. Her gaze was strong despite the pleasant smile on her face.

“You flatter me, Captain Kaeya.”

Jean arched an eyebrow at you, seemingly perplexed.

“After all, I am just a normal human being trying to make a living.”

She blinked, trying to process everything that is going on. If you're only something like a traveling merchant, why is Kaeya acting as if he's forced to sing praises about you?

The entire room fell silent, and all eyes were fixed on you.

With a straight face, you answered calmly, "I sell visions and use fried eggs to resurrect the dead.”

The room fell into an awkward silence as Kaeya coughed so loudly that he flopped down on the ground and decided to become one with the floor.

"This is quite a change of events," Lisa said with a beautiful frown as she glanced at Kaeya, who was suffering in silence.

Jean shook her head in utter confusion as she pointed at Kaeya, "Just why is he acting like this...?"

“Oh!” Paimon exclaimed in realization of Jean's question. She rubbed the side of her head then stroke her chin, as if she didn't know how to explain everything.

“Uhm— uh… Paimon's not sure who this Crepus guy is, but when Y/N threw a fried egg somewhere, he poof out of the ground and insisted on going to his son instead of joining us to meet you here.”

"He even wanted Kaeya to come along, but this man had already left before we realized it!" Paimon yelled and pointed towards Kaeya.

Jean raised a brow in confusion, and Paimon spoke once again, "It’s not Paimon’s fault, I swear! He suddenly appeared, and Kaeya looked like he had seen a ghost... Paimon is guessing that he is someone important that Y/N randomly brought back to life to scold Kaeya for touching her."

“Oh, my archons…”

Lisa turned to stare at Jean, her eyes wide with confusion.

“If I know… Crepus is Master Diluc’s father.”

Lisa gasped, and Kaeya seemed to be dead with his face plastered to the ground.

“Oh?” You shrugged your shoulders, glancing out the window, unconcerned with what was going on around you.

Jean sighed, obviously disturbed. "How is this even possible? I'm sure even the archons can't—"

“Lady Y/N is not an archon…”

“I’m afraid I don’t quite follow, Kaeya.”

“Lady Y/N is someone who is much higher than the archons…”

Lisa appeared to be captivated with the new knowledge and immediately turned to gaze at you with amazement. You, on the other hand, paid no attention to her and continued to stare out the window absentmindedly.

Will Timmie make a great archon?

What if I give Timmie a Pyro Vision to roast his pigeons?

If I revive little floatie’s friend, will I have two little Venti?

But what if little floatie's friend starts to feel embarrassed when he sees the huge statue that looks like him standing in the middle of Mondstadt?

If I slap Dain with a fried egg to remove the curse, will he get mad? I’m pretty sure I’d lose my arm before my hand can even come close…

“Someone… higher than the archons?” Jean mumbled to herself.

Paimon huffed, placing her hands on her hips and said confidently, "She is the Protector after all!"

Lisa's eyes twinkled with delight and respect at the new revelation. Back in Akademiya, she unintentionally read a forbidden book about Teyvat's Protector. It was believed to have been authored by the first Dendro Archon, but the book has since been lost or stolen.

There are no other records of you save for that single book, which she is keeping so discreetly that she even went to Mondstadt to keep it safe, despite the fact that the book has reduced her lifespan in half. But unexpectedly, the book mysteriously vanished.

It was recorded that the God of Wisdom has only encountered you once, when they had ascended one of the seven seats, and there were no more chances of meeting you again because you've been protecting Teyvat in the shadows. You've been keeping Teyvat so safe that you have no time to even mingle with them.

"However, I have a sneaking suspicion that the Celestia is trying to keep her highness away from the seven archons, particularly the Anemo Archon,” — this was one of the numerous lines written by the God of Wisdom that Lisa will never forget having to read.

It was only a one-time meeting, but it was described that all the archons were overjoyed to catch a glimpse of you. There must not be any records preserved or knowledge of you because doing so will provoke the heavenly principles. It's most likely that this is the reason why Sumeru was dealt such a devastating blow back then. And with such a wealth of information, Lisa is left wondering why she is still alive.

And now that the two of you even have the chance to meet, she considers herself to be one of the fortunate people in Teyvat to have the opportunity to speak with you face to face.

Jean cast a quick glance in the direction of the librarian, who has all of a sudden adopted a new attitude towards you. Now that she's thinking about it, she's curious to find out what information the librarian has about you.

"...before we came to the headquarters, there were at least three or four citizens who had been granted with a vision.” Kaeya shuddered.

“Kaeya’s speaking the truth! Even Paimon has lost count already! At this point, the entire Mondstadt could be dubbed as the nation of vision holders!”

Paimon's voice jolted you out of your daze, prompting you to respond, "...I thought we'd keep that a secret."

“Oh— right! Paimon’s sorry!”

You laughed, softly waiving your hands as a sign that everything was fine. You looked at Jean, who was suddenly staring at you with such reverence that she seemed to want to grovel before you.

You smiled at her. “Anyways, are we done here?”

"Ah, yes," Jean said awkwardly, looking over at Aether, who was staring at you attentively, "About the storm terror attack."

"Y/N and the Anemo Archon supported me," Aether said with a blank expression and a shrug of his shoulders.

“Oh goodness… you’re traveling with the protector and even met the Anemo Archon?” Lisa asked, her mouth slightly wide in surprise.

“Anemo Archon, Anemo Archon, ah— my little floatie is just so adorable. Maybe I should travel the worlds with him after resigning…” You muttered to yourself.

Aether and the other people in the room have all of a sudden become alerted, and their attention is focused on you. Even Kaeya suddenly straightened his posture, only to see you staring peacefully outside the windows.

After resigning!? Travel alone with the Anemo Archon!? Jealous, jealous, jealous—

The voices of Celestia and Asmoday can be heard wailing somewhere in the distance in the sky. They are most likely devising a plot to put you behind bars at this very moment.

It shouldn't come as a surprise if the Anemo Archon suddenly have a club of haters.

You started humming a tune as you became aware of the peaceful atmosphere that was beginning to arise.

You snorted and mockingly said, "Oh? What exactly am I seeing? We've barely known each other for a day, and you're already obsessed with me?"

They all choked in embarrassment, turning away to hide their flushed cheeks.

You cocked your head to the side, amused, as they all began babbling silly reasons just to cover themselves up.

“W—well, it’s not everyday that you get to meet someone like— like—”

“Paimon thinks Y/N feels comfy to be around! Paimon’s not obsessed at all!”

Aether quickly agreed with a nod.

“Right, right, alright. If you people are still interested in discussing the stormterror attack, then I'll just leave you to it,” You gave them a soft smile as you floated right up from your seat and waved your hand before making the decision to vanish with a poof in order to bestow even more visions and cause more chaos.

"Don't look for me, I'm going to meet someone," They heard your voice echoing inside their thoughts, and it made them feel even greater animosity towards the person you are talking about.

“We don’t even want to talk about stormterror attack anymore!”

"…sigh. I wanted to listen more of her voice," Lisa grumbled, and Jean feels the same.

“She must’ve felt uncomfortable, she doesn’t want people talking about her after all.” Aether clicked his tongue in displeasure before running out the room with Paimon to find you.

"Just how am I going to explain everything to Diluc?" Kaeya chuckled bitterly as he slumped tiredly in the chair.

Thank the Gods you got away before they could get their paws on you. But it doesn't mean they won't pursue you.

“Woah! The birds are flocking to you!" Timmie talked happily, obviously amazed as he watched you almost completely covered in birds as you leaned on the parapet to watch the water race by.

"They're rather... heavy." You whispered, attempting to remain still while the birds that usually flew away at the sight of people treated you like a tree.

"Oh yeah! You're like God!"

You gave him a small grin as you looked down at him. "What makes you think that?"

“Well, I've heard stories about Lord Barbatos being so close to birds that he'd even fly alongside them! You're exactly like him!”

The birds chirped happily, rubbing their heads against your cheek as if they wanted to be complimented.

You snorted, trying to image Barbatos flying alongside the birds. You could say that your mind created a pretty humorous image.

Venti sat on top of the statue of the Anemo Archon, blushing profusely at what the wind had relayed to him. He's too sober enough to listen to your conversation, and he wishes he'd gone straight to the tavern to get drunk instead of stalking you.

But he wouldn't pass up an opportunity to see you.

"You seem to love pigeons a lot; do you wish to fly with them as well?"

“Yeah… I believe it would be cool, and maybe I'll be able to find daddy..."

You agreed with a little nod, calmly watching the river flow gently while Timmie stares in awe at how the sun rays were focused towards you, creating a lovely scene.

"Who knows, maybe you'll be reunited with your father soon," You spoke while remaining motionless in your position and gazing at the rushing river.

Timmie nodded, little relieved by your remarks. He has always waited, and he will never get tired of waiting.

“Hm?”

“What is it?”

You ignored Timmie as you cast a glance at the gates, sensing that at least four or five individuals were approaching you.

"I'm afraid our little bonding has to come to an end here."

Timmie pouted and mumbled cutely, "But me and my pigeons like you."

You amusedly ruffled his hair as you giggled at his antics.

"How about you come to me when you're lonely?" You smiled as you took his hands in your own and placed a glowing Anemo vision in his palm.

And then maybe when someone tries to hurt your pigeons, you can airbend the shit out of their lungs.

Timmie gaped, his gaze drawn to the vision in his hands and your bright, smiling face. He began stammering, his brain attempting to absorb everything that was happening at the moment.

Oh my god— oh my god— was all he could think of.

“Lady Y/N!” Jean and the others said in unison.

"See you soon," you said quietly, ignoring the people who were approaching you at an incredible pace, giving Timmie one last pat on the head before disappearing to slap someone with a fried egg somewhere else.

Because seriously, why is everyone so clingy to you when it comes to you? Can't a protector have a little peace in their lives?

Timmie stood motionless, a vision in his hands while his mind went haywire.

Daddy, daddy, I think I just met a God!

“Protecto—”

Before they even had a chance to finish their sentence, a fried egg came flying at them at a high rate of speed, and the runny egg yolk came splattering into their face.

You mumbled something under your breath while opening your eyes with a weary expression and blinking several times in an effort to clear the haze from your vision. They just can't seem to give you some space, even if it's just for a moment, can they not? You're literally trying to get some sleep!

The abyss mage who had just been smacked by a fried egg started to emit light as though the curse was in the process of being broken. Something shattered inside of their soul as they shed the last bit of monstrosity that had clung onto them for hundreds of years.

You found a comfortable position on the grass and leaned back against the tree. And off to the side of your vision, you can make out a woman with blond hair who is dressed in white and blue.

You fixed your attention on her, and by the expression on her face, you could see how genuinely surprised she was by what she had witnessed. Her eyes gleamed with much interest and reverence as they locked onto yours.

You immediately felt an inside sigh of frustration when you realize that you’re going to have another traveler who will try to cling onto you.

Lumine suddenly stepped up, and her voice is just as endearing as that of her twin brother.

"It is an honor to meet our savior," she said. It was a display of respect, but you are too sharp to even believe those words. You are their savior, but that does not imply that they are obligated to treat you with the utmost respect.

You responded with a faint hum as you quickly pulled an abyss mage close to you to use as a pillow, unaware to the jealous stares that Lumine was giving you.

“Are you here to meet with your twin?”

“I am not… ready to face him,” Lumine whispered softly while her face distorted into an agonized expression, as if she were thinking back on the times she spent with her twin brother.

"Help him with Dvalin," you said, your cheek resting on the back of your hand. You almost laughed when you saw her slightly frown at you. They were the ones that made Dvalin act like that, thus they should be the ones to clean up their mess.

“But—”

"I'm posing as your twin's guide right now, and if this storm terror problem isn't fixed by the end of the week, how am I meant to leave Mondstadt to search for and save the people of your nation?"

"I absolutely want to retire, sigh..." you mumbled, squeezing the abyss mage's cheeks in frustration.

"I suppose you have a point," Lumine answered, nodding her head in understanding. Maybe she can even take a break and check how her twin brother is doing in this world.

"Wonderful, you finally understand!" You replied enthusiastically, and your smile is so dazzling that Lumine feels like she's staring directly into the sun.

"Then, after cleaning up the mess that Celestia made, the two of you can leave Teyvat and continue on your journey."

“Perhaps after you've completed your journey in this world, I can go get some wine, retire, eh... maybe mingle with the humans and spend time with Venti, and...” You started rambling, not noticing how Lumine's face darkened at your words, suggesting that they should leave this world and continue their journey in another.

And Venti? That Barbatos? Lumine fumed whilst you are clueless that your little floatie had earned another hater.

And what if she refuses to leave? What if she desires to know more about you? What if Aether and her decide to bring you along with them on their journey across the worlds?

Far above in the clouds, the Celestia added another name to one of their most hated lists.

Barbatos

Archons

Travelers

You coughed and paused, embarrassed to disclose your life plans after retiring. Lumine, on the other hand, appears to be listening attentively, as though unconcerned with the fact that you're essentially begging them to leave.

Sighing heavily, you decided to put your plan of slapping them with a fried egg in the back of your mind and work on properly removing their curse.

Lumine kept an eye on you, observing how sincere you've become in your treatment of her allies. As your look became more serious, your hand smoothly glided to touch them without even a trace of revulsion.

Perhaps the unknown God isn’t going to be the one who will trap them in this world this time. Maybe you will be the new reason, and she will willingly stay just to uncover your mystery.

Aether, my twin brother, how about we postpone our journey for a while? Surely you felt the same way when you first met her?

sumimasorry for the late update, I was busy crying over my artifact substat and made a kazuscara ff instead

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digitalgirlguide · 7 months

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Beyond Bubble Baths: A Realistic Guide to Wellness, Hygiene Hacks, Energy Cleansing, and the Art of Setting Healthy Boundaries

self-care as we know it has been reduced to retail therapy and splurging on skincare and the the essence of true well-being often gets lost in the noise of buying stuff.

you're not alone, i'm guilty of this too.if i'm sad i buy thing. i'm happy? i buy things.

and not saying that self care can't be buying yourself things because you feel like it but that's not a true reflection of self care.

self-care is a disciplined commitment to becoming the best version of yourself while tuning into your body's needs.

so what does realistic self care look like?

Take a few minutes each morning to set intentions for the day ahead.

practice gratitude by writing 3 things you're grateful for or using some of these prompts:

What are three things you are thankful for as you start your day? Consider the small details that often go unnoticed.

Recall a specific moment from today that brought a smile to your face or warmed your heart. Describe it in detail and express gratitude for that experience.

Think about any unexpected surprises or acts of kindness that came your way. How did they make you feel, and why are you grateful for them?

Before your next meal, reflect on the journey of your food from its source to your plate. Express gratitude for the nourishment it provides your body.

Organizing your day/week:

Plan with Purpose: Start your week with a glance at your calendar or planner. Note any upcoming deadlines, appointments, or social events. (A little prep goes a long way!)

Prioritize with Intent: Identify your top priorities for the week and break them down into manageable tasks. Tackling the most crucial items first ensures a sense of accomplishment. (Check off those big to-dos, and watch the momentum build!)

Time Blocking: Allocate specific time blocks for various activities. This technique helps maintain focus and prevents the day from slipping away in a blur. (Time blocking = your new productivity bestie.)

Flexibility is Key: While planning is essential, leave room for flexibility. Life throws curveballs, and being adaptable ensures you can navigate unexpected changes with grace. (Embrace the spontaneity – it's the spice of life!)

Self-Care Slots: Intentionally carve out moments for self-care throughout the week. Whether it's a short walk, a cozy reading break, or a meditation session, these are non-negotiable appointments with yourself. (Because self-love is a crucial part of productivity.)

Schedule regular social activities to stay connected: Meaningful connections are the backbone of a healthy support system. (Humans need socialization – it's science!)

Hygiene tips for mind and body

Begin your day with a cleansing ritual that extends beyond the physical. Consider practices like meditation (Remember, a cluttered mind can be just as burdensome as a cluttered space.)

Incorporate energy cleansing techniques into your routine, such as using crystals (clear quartz, black tourmaline, amethyst, rose quartz, selenite) to clear negative energy from your surroundings. (Just as we dust and declutter our physical spaces, it's important to cleanse the energetic residue that accumulates throughout our day-to-day lives.)

Recognize the importance of setting boundaries and restricting access to yourself when necessary. (You're not obligated to be constantly available to others, and it's okay to prioritize your own needs and well-being.) Surround yourself with people who uplift and inspire you, who make you feel good and encourage you to be your best self. (Life is too short to waste time on relationships that drain your energy and diminish your spirit.)

Embrace a straightforward yet consistent skincare routine. Cleanse, moisturize, and shield your skin from the sun – simplicity meets effectiveness.

Practice regular handwashing to ward off germs, especially before meals and after restroom visits. (Your hands will thank you, and so will your immune system.)

Simple ways to show up for yourself everyday

Practice self-compassion and forgiveness, recognizing that perfection is an illusion and mistakes are opportunities for growth. (We're all human, and it's okay to stumble along the way.)

Listen to your body's signals and honor its needs, whether that means nourishing yourself with wholesome food, getting regular exercise, or allowing yourself time to rest and recharge. (Your body is your greatest ally and deserves to be treated with kindness and respect.)

Embrace moments of joy and playfulness, indulging in activities that bring you laughter and delight. (Life is meant to be savored, not endured.)

let's reshape the narrative of self-care into a journey of discipline, mindfulness, and attunement to our inner voices.

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toomuchracket · 10 months

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on the bed in my room (d word matty x reader smut)

alternatively titled bejeweled (for @think0fmehigh only), or the butt plug fic. as you can imagine, it's fucking filthy, but also very sweet. hope you enjoy <3

the entire car journey home is silent.

it's not a bad sort-of silence, mind you. matty isn't angry, or upset - in the moments where it isn't wrapped around the gearstick or the handbrake, his hand still takes up its semi-regular position on your thigh as he drives, calloused fingers rubbing soothing circles into your denim-covered skin. he's just… speechless.

you rendered him - matty healy, famed chatterbox - totally speechless. the thought sends a flush of pride up through your bloodstream and into your cheeks.

matty blushes, too, every time he glances over at you. you'd like to think it's all your doing, that he's overcome by how pretty you are, framed by the heather-grey evening sky and illuminated by streetlights - and to be honest, that's probably partially true, knowing your boyfriend and his simp tendencies - but the spots of pink above those fucking cheekbones of his are absolutely less to do with you yourself and more to do with the full tote bag resting on your lap.

or, more accurately, to do with the pretty little jewelled butt plug tucked somewhere in the bag, hidden beneath and behind lace and mesh and silk and rope and glass and silicone and metal.

you keep your eyes on the road, or look out of the passenger window, but you can still feel matty's flicking to and fro periodically. he watches out the windscreen, then looks at you, then at the bag. a few minutes pass, then he does the same thing again. lather, rinse, repeat.

from the corner of your eye, and because of the close proximity, you notice that matty's gaze always seems to land on your lips. as much as he's obsessed with them, you don't think his look is concerned with desire; he's searching for a hint of a smirk on your face, something to signify that your sparkly little purchase was made as a joke.

he won't find it: you're dead serious.

true, it's undeniable that you picking it up and taking it to the till was partially motivated by revenge - matty (as is his wont) was hell-bent on getting you flustered as you picked out new bedroom accoutrements together, while he smiled sweetly and wandered around the sex shop perusing nipple clamps or whatever as if nothing was the matter, and he certainly didn't count on you casually adding a butt plug to the pile and smiling just as sweetly as him as you did. he managed a whispered “wait, babe, are you serious?”, you responded with a wink, and he's been silent ever since, in sheer disbelief.

but, revenge aside, you do want to try it out, have done for a while. it's not something you've ever said to your boyfriend, out of some crass lingering teenage belief that “only slags want it up the bum”, a statement you heard the boys in your classes at school say so often it might as well have been a mantra. never mind that they got off to watching it online from their bedrooms every night, harboured fantasies of doing it with the pretty girls they watched like hawks when they walked past them in the corridors - if a girl asked to do anal, or anything relating to it, she was a slut. end of.

obviously, that's a load of bollocks, and nobody's said it in your vicinity for five years. but still… it's a hard association to shake. even now, with the tenner for an actual butt plug charged to your boyfriend's credit card and the thing itself on your knee, you’re hesitant to discuss it with matty, resolving to let him be the one to break the silence and bring it up.

it takes him a while, though - to say anything at all, actually. you brace yourself for questioning when he parks outside the house, but all matty does is wordlessly take the tote bag from your lap, quickly kiss your temple out of habit, and go to grab the rest of today's shopping from the backseat to carry it inside. even when the front door is firmly closed behind you, neither of you speak; he busies himself unpacking the tote bag, while you put away the new housey bits and clothes you picked up today.

walking through from the spare room you and your boyfriend use as a makeshift walk-in wardrobe, you find him sitting on the edge of your bed, turning the boxed plug over in his hands. tentatively, you sit down beside him, unclasping your watch and placing it on the bedside table, just to stop yourself nervously biting your nails in the silence.

you needn't be nervous, though. matty turns to you practically as soon as you sit down, his handsome face set in a pleasantly neutral expression. “hi.”

“hi,” you reply with a sweet smile, shifting on the bed to face him.

“so,” matty begins, tapping his thumbs against the cardboard box. he looks down at it before his eyes lock on your own, a tenderness amidst the pretty brown. “this… accessory.”

“yes?”

“i take it that's - and excuse the pun, please, darling - an area you want to explore?”

you bite your lip to keep from laughing, but you allow your cheeks to lift into a smile mirroring matty's as you nod. “i do want that, yeah.”

“alright,” matty nods thoughtfully. “it's just, well, that you've never brought it up until now. was a bit taken aback by it, if i'm honest.”

your expression must sour without your awareness, because he takes your hand and quickly continues talking. “not in a bad way, sweetheart! was just surprised, s'all. it's… yeah, it's quite a thing to be into.”

“you don't think it's weird that i want to try it, do you? or, like, off-putting?” you ask, voice small, looking down at your fluffy socks. “because if you do, we can just forget-”

“hey, no, sweetheart, none of that,” matty gently cups your jaw and lifts it so he can look at you. “i'm not put off by the idea at all - if you want to try it, then we'll try it, yeah?”

you smile as he presses a kiss to your forehead, but it's short-lived. “but do you want to try it?”

matty's eyes narrow. “you're not just doing this because you think i want it, are you?”

“no!” you clasp at matty's hand. “i just need to know i'm not asking you to do something you don't want.”

“oh, my sweet girl,” matty kisses you quickly, pulling back to stroke your cheek. “believe me, you don't have to worry about me not wanting to try it, fucking hell.”

fuck.

you wrap your arms around your boyfriend's neck as you climb onto his lap, enjoying the way his breath hitches when your nails lightly scratch the nape and your fingers begin to work themselves into his hair. these little moments of you holding all the sexual power are fleeting, few and far between, so you exploit them as much as you can whenever they present themselves, and generally just try to make matty fold like a deckchair. “have you thought about stretching me out, daddy?”

“christ,” matty rests his head on your shoulder, overcome. “would you think i was a creep if i said yes?”

“if i didn't fancy you so much, yeah,” you giggle, turning your head to press a kiss to your boyfriend's curls. “but no - i like hearing that you think about me sexually like that. turns me on to know i'm the object of your fantasies, the only one.”

“yeah? that's a bit possessive of you, sweetheart. correct, but possessive.”

“pot, kettle,” you smirk, kissing matty when he lifts his head to stick his tongue out at you.

matty softly nudges his head into yours. “thought you liked that?”

“i do. i love it, being yours,” you reach back and move matty's hand further down your back, until it rests just under your tailbone. “and i want all of me to be completely yours. every single hole.”

“oh, i fucking love you,” matty groans, lips trailing from your own, over your jaw, onto your neck; you whimper as he sucks a bruise into the skin above your collarbone, hips automatically grinding down onto his. “if that's what you want, my perfect girl, then that's what you'll get. need to work up to you taking my cock, though, yeah? have to make sure you're comfortable when i fuck that cute little hole for the first time.”

you whine at that, speeding up your grinding to relieve the wanton need matty's words sent straight to your cunt. “want to start now, daddy, please.”

“hmmmm,” matty holds your hips, slowing down your movements in order to think. he tuts when you frown and grumble at him in frustration, both regular and sexual varieties. “oi! don't be greedy, princess.”

“but-”

“good girls don't say ‘but’, do they?”

you sigh. “no, daddy. m'sorry.”

“you will be, princess,” matty smirks, and you hate it. “because now you'll have to wait for me to start stretching you out. i was gonna do it now, before you got all cheeky, but i'm afraid you'll have to want me a little bit longer. understand?”

reluctantly: “i understand, daddy.”

“good girl,” matty kisses your nose - despite yourself, you smile. “come on, darling, let's have a brew, yeah? and then we can try out that new bubble bath you got earlier, if you like.”

you nod. “i’d like that, yeah. thank you.”

“you're welcome, sweetheart.”

and it's a nice evening, despite the lingering desire in your body not being helped at all by sharing a bath with a naked and soaking wet matty. he's a gentleman, for once, though, hugging you and kissing along your shoulders as he sits behind you in the warm water, singing old love songs into your hair as you lie back on his hard chest, just taking the time to be tender and romantic with you.

you love it. you love him. you love the way he makes you feel so special, so good, so cared for.

and you'd love him to make you feel like that in another sense, now. matty's touches on your body may be chaste, but there's an inherent electricity in his skin whenever it meets yours; every caress sends a shock through your nervous system, culminating in the bundle between your legs and leaving you wet in a way that isn't caused by the lavender-scented water.

thankfully, he doesn't make you wait too much longer.

after the bath, once you've dutifully slathered each other in the fancy body lotion matty loves stealing from you, washed your hands again, and dried off, you end up in your favourite state: naked, in bed, on your boyfriend's lap, lazily making out and giggling “i love you”s between kisses. it's the most intimate way of being with him, you think, both of you so physically and emotionally open, with nothing on your mind except the love you have for each other.

well, that isn't strictly true - love might be the overwhelming feeling in your brain, but the inkling of desire in the back grows bigger with every kiss. matty's the same, as evidenced by the way his hands move to squeeze your bum tightly, and by the way his kisses get ever more intense, teeth catching on your top lip and tongue exploring your mouth. soon enough, you find yourself grinding on his lap again, electrified by the feeling of matty getting hard beneath you.

like earlier, he's the one to talk first, reluctantly breaking away from your lips and panting. “god, i really want you.”

“feeling's mutual,” you gasp at the feeling of friction on your clit.

“yeah?” matty's voice is sickeningly sweet. “what do you want me to do to you, princess?”

“i- oh, please,” your voice comes out in a whimper, as matty's right hand moves inward from the flesh of your bum, his middle finger circling the outside of the hole you're so desperate for him to fill. “want you to fill me there, daddy.”

“can i? you're sure that's what you want?”

you smile at the sincerity in those pretty brown eyes. “i'm sure, my love.”

“alright,” matty blushes at the pet name. fuck, you love him so much. “can you pass me the lube from the drawer there, please, princess?”

you oblige, matty holding your waist to keep you from falling as you grab the blue bottle from the bedside table. “we'll probably need to get more of this soon, baby. used more than i thought trying to get those leather leggings on last month.”

“fuck, those leggings,” matty groans, closing his eyes and resting his head back on the headboard. “that was evil of you, wearing those to that party and expecting me to be alright.”

“no, what was evil was you actually ripping them off me when we got home. sixty quid down the drain!”

“if you'd seen your arse in them, sweetheart, you would've understood that i had no choice but to rip them off and fuck you.”

you smirk, and whisper in your boyfriend's ear. “did you wish that's what you were fucking instead?”

“well, i didn't wish it… but my mind did wander there, yeah.”

“soon, baby,” you kiss his forehead, placing the lube in the palm of his hand. “especially if we start working on me now.”

matty giggles, not unkindly. “point taken, my girl.”

“i actually will be totally yours in a minute,” you say gleefully, matty kissing your cheek in response as he noisily squeezes some lube out of the bottle and covers the middle and ring fingers of his right hand. “oh my god, that sound. it's so awkward.”

“nah, s'good. sounds like you when you're turned on.”

“shut up. no it doesn't!”

“don't deny it, princess,” matty grins. “can feel how fucking wet you are for me already. i love it.”

you bury your head into the crook of his neck. “just really want you in my ass, daddy. turns me on thinking about it.”

“shit, you’re so hot. my perfect girl,” matty groans - you copy the noise, when his lubed fingers return to circling your tight hole. “gonna give you what you want now, princess, alright? tell me if it's too much, or you want to stop. you know your colours, yeah?”

“yes, daddy.”

“good girl. alright - gonna slip a finger in you now, sweetheart, so i need you to stay relaxed. s'just me, yeah? just me. nothing to worry about.”

you nod, pouting your lips for a kiss. matty obliges, pulling back quickly so he can look at you. when he sees you smile, he returns it with a whispered “i love you”; you return the sentiment eagerly.

and then he starts to slowly push his middle finger into you.

your jaw drops at the new sensation, breath catching in your throat as your boyfriend carefully manipulates the ring of muscle. his eyes don't leave yours the whole time, pretty lips slightly agape as he takes over this part of your body for the first time. neither of you make any sound, your heavy breathing the only noise in the bedroom, until the newness begins to ebb slightly in deference to pleasure; then, you hum at the feeling of sheer fullness.

it feels good. really good.

the pleasure must show on your face, because matty's breaks into a loving smile. “you like it, princess?”

“yeah,” you breathe, caressing his cheek. “i love it.”

“i'm glad, darling,” matty leans forward to kiss you, surprisingly tenderly given where his right hand is. “feel so good around me. so fucking tight. christ, thank you for letting me do this.”

“i should be the one thanking you!” you giggle. “love the way you feel in my little hole, daddy.”

with a sort-of strangled moan, matty kisses you again, harder this time. “are you ready for me to finger it properly, princess?”

“please.”

“always so sweet for me, even when you're being dirty. my good girl,” matty smiles. “ready?”

“yeah.”

matty nods, ever so slightly pulling his finger back out of you, before working it back in. you blink repeatedly at the new feeling - again, pleasurable. “oh.”

“colour?”

“green, green green green. please don't stop,” you moan, shuffling your hips slightly in an attempt to offset how turned on you are. “fuck, daddy, please keep going.”

“jesus christ,” matty breathes, obliging your request. “you fucking love this, don't you, princess? you’re fucking soaking me.”

you nod, breath catching in your throat again; it passes quickly, though, and you speak. “can you - shit - can you speed up, please?”

“think you can take it?”

“yeah, i can take it. wanna take it, wanna take it so bad,” you babble, eyes never breaking from matty's lust-darkened ones. “please, daddy, need you.”

“sweet girl,” a kiss to your forehead, incongruous with the speeding up of his right hand. “grind on me too, if you like, princess; can't neglect that pretty little pussy, can we?”

“thank you, daddy,” you gasp out, rocking your hips back and forth. the friction on your clit combined with the fullness in your ass is heavenly, sending sparks right through your body. “fuck, that's so good.”

matty hisses when you catch the tip of his cock with your clit - he smiles, though, when your eyes widen. “feels fucking amazing, doesn't it, princess?”

“yeah,” you moan into your boyfriend's mouth, sinking your teeth into his lower lip when the pleasure in your body increases. a wave of boldness follows it, and you pull back so just your foreheads touch. through it all, you don't stop grinding, and matty doesn't stop fingering. “can i try taking another finger?”

“princess wants daddy to stretch her out even further?” matty smirks, lips moving down to your neck. “if you're sure you can take it, swee-”

“i can, i can take it,” you nod furiously, almost as furiously as your hips grind down onto your boyfriend. “if it's too much, i'll tell you. i promise.”

matty takes his time replying, in favour of sucking another bruise on your neck - you don't need to look to know it’ll form a heart with the one from earlier. “alright.”

he pulls his middle finger out further than he ever has, until only the hint of his fingertip is still inside you; when he slides it back in, his ring finger is flush against it. there's less resistance than there was when matty first fingered you, but you still feel the stretch of the extra digit.

you fucking love it.

“oh, yes,” you smile slightly dazedly at your boyfriend, who returns the expression eagerly. “thank you, daddy.”

“pleasure’s all mine, princess. now,” matty's face turns slightly more serious. he puts his free hand on your cheek. “i want you to cum for me. will you do that for me, my perfect girl?”

the ecstasy beginning to seriously cloud your brain suggests that that won't be a difficult task at all. you nod, turning your head to kiss matty's palm. “yeah. just… please don't stop.”

“i won't, darling. don't stop grinding on me, either, yeah? use me to make yourself feel good. s'all for you, all about you, gorgeous.”

the praise makes you preen, makes your hips speed up, makes matty move his hand faster and tip his head back as you slide along his dick. “like that?”

“just like that, fuck,” matty's eyes close. “if you keep that up, princess, i'll cum too.”

that's all the motivation you need - you move your hips even faster, eliciting a cracked groan from your boyfriend's throat. he looks at you softly, and giggles. “you're such a fucking sub, baby, it's so cute. getting daddy off just gets you off, doesn't it? my good girl, my favourite girl.”

his words shoot straight to your cunt, to the bundle of nerves already stimulated to the point of climax; the telltale tightening in your stomach signifies you're almost there. you seem to be tightening elsewhere, too, as evidenced by matty's “christ, i can't wait to fuck you here”.

your head drops onto his shoulder, his left hand coming up to hold you there while your hips thrash - there's no other word for it - in pursuit of your imminent orgasm. “please.”

whether you're begging for him to fuck you or to let you cum, you've no idea. neither does matty, but he addresses both things, cooing into your hair while his fingers refuse to let up on you. “cum for me first, sweetheart, need you to cum before i can fuck you. keep those hips moving for me, that's it, my perfect girl, cum all over me.”

you couldn't deny his request even if you wanted to. the orgasm hits you like a freight train, dragging a cry from your throat and sending your limbs into convulsions. somewhere in the midst of it all, matty pulls his fingers out of you so he can wrap both arms around your waist, holding you tight and cooing praises into your ear while you come down from the high.

“i've got you, darling, you're alright,” matty murmurs, tracing soothing patterns on your spine. “i know, it was intense. but you were so good, so fucking perfect for me. have a rest for a bit, sweet girl, that's it.”

he kisses your hair while you come to; as your breathing and limbs begin to settle, though, so does a shocking realisation. “wait, matty, you didn't cum! shit - let me…”

“no, no, sweetheart, listen to me,” matty says, firm without being aggressive, coaxing your head up so he can look at you. “like i said, this is all about you. and i've got an idea, if you feel up to it.”

you raise a brow. “what?”

“well,” matty begins, smiling softly. “i think you're probably relaxed enough after your orgasm for us to try out your new accessory, yeah?”

oh. another rush of heat finds its way between your legs at the thought. you nod, slowly, smiling excitedly at your boyfriend. “i like the sound of that.”

“really? because we can wait if you need to, of course, darling, i just think that it'll be less uncomfortable now and-”

“matty,” you stroke his hair, relishing the way his eyes close contentedly. “green.”

he pauses and smiles, looking at you lovingly. “alright. hands and knees then, please, princess. actually, before you do,” he grabs your jaw and pulls you in for a searing kiss. “couldn't help myself.”

you giggle. “i love you.”

“i love you too,” another kiss, then a gentle slap to your bum. “right, face the mirror for me, babe.”

you do as requested, shuffling onto your hands and knees facing the end of the bed. the sight of your reflection in the mirror startles you slightly - not from how fucked-out you look, because that's a common sight in this particular mirror, but because of the clear happiness radiating from you. what can you say, though? you just really love matty, and how good he makes you feel.

and the way he looks at you, like he's doing now; his bottom lip is between his teeth, lust evident in his reflected eyes even from a few feet away, chest heaving slightly with his heavy breathing as he looks at you, all bare and ready for the taking.

as he should. you look fucking delectable.

matty seems to think that, too - before you can even say anything, he ducks out of sight behind you, and half a second later you feel his flat tongue catching the arousal dripping from your still-sensitive cunt, and dipping inside to the hilt.

you squeal at the feeling, a mixture of shock and pleasure. “matty!”

“sorry, sweetheart,” your boyfriend pops back up into your line of vision, catching your eye and winking as he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. “couldn't resist.”

“s'ok. i liked it,” you smile back at him in the mirror. “but i don't think i can wait any longer for the plug, honestly. m'sorry. i don't mean to be impatient,” you go for the jugular with your next sentence. “just need you to fill up my little hole again, daddy.”

“right, you need to rein in saying stuff like that, princess,” matty groans as he unboxes the plug; the silver jewel on the end glints in the lamplight in the loveliest way. “i'm hard enough as it is.”

“i can see that,” you hum in appreciation, while your boyfriend busies himself with lubing up both you and the plug; you wince at the coolness of the liquid on your warm body.

matty notices. “sorry, sweetheart. here, let me just,” he takes the plug and clasps his palms tightly around the metal for a moment. “there. slightly warmer, i think.”

“thank you.”

“not a problem, sweetheart. now,” matty shuffles into position behind you, excitement practically radiating off him. “are you ready?”

you nod, elated anticipation coursing through your veins.

“words, princess.”

“sorry,” you clear your throat, smiling - and blushing - at matty through the mirror. “yes, daddy, i'm ready for you to put the plug inside me.”

“fuck, that's so sexy,” matty groans. he winks at you. “eyes on the mirror, sweetheart. i want you to watch yourself taking it.”

“ok,” you murmur, eyes already locked on your own reflection.

matty kisses your shoulder, then leans back. you feel cool metal on your skin, and your lips part at the sensation; they slowly drop into an O, matching pace with the plug as your boyfriend slowly works it inside your ass.

your gaze flicks up to matty's face, contorted into a stunning expression of concentration, desire, disbelief. the middle emotion wins out on both of your faces as you feel the jewelled base of the plug meet your skin; you feel so deliciously full, even more so than you did with matty's fingers, and the most turned-on you think you've ever been.

fuck, this was a great idea.

your boyfriend agrees - it's obvious from the way he can't tear his eyes off your bum, emphasised by his murmured words. “sweetheart… you are, without question, the sexiest thing i have ever, ever seen. christ. how do you feel, princess? talk to me, please.”

“feel amazing,” you all but whimper in return. “so fucking turned on, daddy.”

“i can see that, princess,” matty ghosts his thumb up your folds, catching your wetness and circling it around the jewel adorning your other hole. “fuck, i'm never going to get over this sight. my perfect girl, sparkling for me.”

you giggle at the compliment, moving onto your elbows to stretch; when you go back to resting on your hands, you inadvertently shuffle back slightly too much and brush against your boyfriend's dick. before you can apologise, though, his hands are on your hips, pulling you flush against him and grinding into you with a “feel what you're doing to me, darling. feel how much i want you right now.”

“then take me, daddy,” you whine, spreading your legs slightly wider. “you let me use you. i want you to do the same.”

“yeah? you want both holes filled at the same time, princess? fuck, you're so needy for me, aren't you?”

“mhmm. need you inside me, too, daddy,” you meet his gaze in the mirror again. “please?”

your favourite phrase: “whatever my favourite girl wants.”

as soon as he's choked the words out, matty slides home into your waiting cunt, gasping at the feeling. “oh, baby, you really weren't kidding about being wet, jesus christ. and i can feel the plug, shit. how you feeling, princess? colour?”

“yellow. i'm fine, i'm good, really fucking good,” you wave away matty's worries before he can even express them. “just… so full. need a second.”

“of course, my love,” matty rubs little circles into your hips to relax you, staying as still as he can to allow you to adjust to the double penetration. “so fucking grateful for you - always am, but especially now. taking everything i give you so perfectly, my perfect girl. let me know when you're ready, yeah? we'll take as long as you need.”

“thank you, daddy.”

“it's alright, princess.”

you smile at your boyfriend’s reflection - it's eagerly returned - and continue taking deep breaths, trying to get used to the overwhelming feeling of being filled in both holes. after eight breaths, the strangeness begins to subside, and you feel yourself aching for friction, somewhere, anywhere.

“daddy? m'green again,” you murmur, looking wide-eyed at matty. “want you to fuck me now, please.”

“positive?”

“yes.”

“right, then,” matty nods, pulling his hips back and thrusting into you again - not particularly quickly or forcefully, but just enough that you really feel it. his eyes snap shut in pleasure. “oh, princess, i don't think i'm going to last very long. you just feel too - fucking - good.”

his words are timed with his thrusts, which speed up slightly as per your moaned requests. “s'ok, daddy,” you whine, eyes rolling back into your head with one especially good move. “want you to cum for me, anyway.”

“you first,” comes the cheeky reply.

a huff of a laugh leaves your body at that, but you don't think matty's request is an unfeasible one - you're still sensitive from your previous orgasm, he's fucking you within an inch of your life, and - to top it all off - you have the plug in your ass, providing even more stimulation than usual.

put simply, this is the best sex you've ever had.

matty smiles when you tell him as much. “me too, princess. feel like i'm fucking dreaming.”

“yeah…” you sigh, pleasure beginning to gather and grow within your stomach again, increasing bit by bit with every one of your boyfriend's thrusts. “shit, i'm getting close. can i cum, please, daddy?”

matty's grasp on your hips tightens - so do your holes - and he speeds up his movements even more. “do it, princess, whenever you need to. cum for me, all over me, make me yours. be a good girl and cum on my dick, please.”

it's the plea that gets you.

not the plug in your ass, not the thorough fucking, not even the dirty talk and the pet names and the praise. it's matty begging you to cum that shatters the epicurean bundle in your stomach, sending ecstasy careening through your nervous system and bloodstream, and liquid arousal gushing out of you and onto both matty and the bed.

“fuck!” matty practically wails, thrusts simultaneously speeding up and stuttering as he too reaches his climax. “fuck, princess, m'gonna cum, gonna fucking cum. where d'you-”

“inside,” you choke out, fingers clasping at the bedsheets as the aftershocks of orgasm hit you. “fill me up, daddy, please.”

“yeah, yeah, gonna fucking fill you up, fill that little pussy with my cum,” matty mutters to nobody in particular, teetering on the edge of orgasm. “made to fucking take it, take me, weren't you- oh, fuck, princess.”

with that, he's finished, hips flush against yours yet again as he pulses heat into you. aside from your respective panting, the obscenely wet sound of matty pulling out of your cunt is the only thing audible; your limbs give way as soon as he's disconnected, body flopping to the mattress in sheer - but elated - exhaustion.

matty sits back on his knees for a minute or two (really, neither of you have any real concept of time at the moment), looking lovingly down at you and stroking your hair. “you alright, sweetheart?”

“mhmm,” comes the faint reply. “sleepy.”

“same here, babe,” matty laughs breathily. “fucking loved that, though.”

you nod, with great effort. “was so good. thank you. need to sleep now.”

“whoa, whoa, hang on,” matty scrambles off the bed as quickly as he can. “let me get stuff to clean you up first, darling.”

you hum in acknowledgement as he speeds off to the bathroom, too tired to properly notice he's gone; you perk up when he returns and gently starts twisting the plug to get it out of you. “this is definitely going to feel weird, sweetheart, but we need to take the plug out now, yeah? s'too much for you if we leave it in, i think. you good with that?”

“yeah, s'smart,” you wince at the sensation of the metal leaving your body, but it passes as quickly as it came on. “so,” you tilt your head to look at matty in the mirror. “how does it look?”

your boyfriend laughs, in what seems like slight shock. “looks so fucking hot, babe. especially with the cum dripping out of your pussy, too - christ, i really did a number on you today, didn't i?”

“i liked it.”

“i know, sweetheart,” matty coos, gently wiping your cunt with a damp washcloth. “took me so fucking well. can't quite believe we just did that, to be honest. thank you. i love you, so much.”

“i love you,” you use the last of your energy to roll over and beckon your boyfriend to you for a kiss; he enthusiastically obliges. “can't wait until we get to do that again.”

“neither can i, sweetheart, but first… another brew?”

“please.”

#mads muses #mads does writing #d word matty #matty healy smut #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy x reader

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eyesxxyou · 1 year

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Hobie Headcanons

↳ ❝ [mix of sfw and nsfw because I've been thinking alot] ¡! ❞

❝ sfw ❞

Hobie is Jamaican British and you can't change my mind. He uses Jamaican slang in the movie and some of punk culture takes from Jamaican culture. When he feels very big emotions, his accent definitely comes out whether he wants it too or not.

Did all his piercings himself. Has a keloid behind one of his ears because of it. It's a miracle most of his piercings haven't been infected or rejected.

His starter locs were terrible. He thinks it's the most embarrassing part of his loc journey. The length was uneven and he had to start over 3 different times. For a while he did have regular locs before letting them do their own thing and become freeform.

Has siblings. Two sisters, one older, one younger, and he loves them to death. Would go to hell and back for them. They're partially the reason why he's so comfortable in himself and his own masculinity. Why he's all "fuck Capitalism, patriarchy, and society in general" because he wants to live in a world where this sisters and every woman can walk down the street feeling safe, get paid equal to men in their jobs, etc

Undiagnosed autistic and I say this as a unofficially diagnosed autistic. His special interests are politics, punk bands, and My Little Pony (blame his sisters).

Gets matching nails with his s/o. Let's you paint his nails and do nail art and all of that. Let's you do his make up too, a full face beating if you want. A little bit of a simp

Definitely has a type. Earthy spiritual black people who wear crystals in their hair, wear layers of necklaces and bracelets, flowy ankle length shirts and tube tops, gold rings and waist beads layered on top of each other (definitely not saying this cuz it's an exact description of me) love a black woman from infinity to infinityyyy

❝ nsfw ❞

Has a dick piercing (and no he didn't do that one on his own). Either a Prince Albert or a magic cross. It was a haphazard decision he just decided on and BOY was it painful but he feels cool as fuck now and it makes you feel all the better.

Has nipple piercings too. Just thought they looked sick. Only downside is that they took a long time to heal and wearing a shirt for the first few weeks was literal hell.

LOVES giving oral regardless of sex. Adores the sounds he can draw from you with just his tongue and his fingers. Has you cumming in minutes. His fingers are perfect for it, long and slender, and his tongue is godly (he also has a tongue piercing).

His moto is save a horse, ride a cowboy. Loves getting rode, watching you bounce on his cock however you'd like with your hands on his chest for support. He'll hold your hips, trace patterns on your skin while praising you. "Ya look so pretty, luv. Keep goin', jus' like tha'."

Loves eye contact during sex at all time. "Keep ya eyes open fa' me, luv. Can you do tha'? Yeah, tha's righ'." He likes the intimacy of it, makes the act more special.

Might be a controversial opinion but I think Hobie's polyamorous. Or at least open to the idea of an open relationship. He doesn't get jealous easily and trusts you wholeheartedly so he's be okay with something like that. If that's not what you want, he's totally okay with that as well. On the up side, threesomes ;)

#across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #spiderman #hobie brown #hobie brown fic #atsv #hobie brown smut #hobart brown

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littlemissmentallyunstable · 2 months

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title: the mysterious blonde (PART 2)

pairing: grayson hawthorne x (first person) reader

synopsis: you are gigi’s best friend and you’re working on a project together… but her mysterious brother grayson hawthorne seems to be around every corner lately, it’s like you can’t avoid him… not that you’re complaining because maybe, just maybe you have a little thing for him…

parts: PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

warnings:

a/n: there is a first part to this story, so if I were you I’d check that one out first… and there is also a third part when you finish this one… this part is also very long, so apologies. thank you for reading :)

tag list: there is not tag list but let me know if you want to be on it :)

Gigi and I work on the project for a couple more hours after dinner but when it was getting a little too late I knew I needed to go.

“You know you can just sleep over,” Gigi says.

“I know but I need to get home tonight, maybe another time,” I reply, gathering my things.

“I have a spare toothbrush if that’s what you’re worried about,” she reassured me, “and it’s not been used at all.”

I laugh, she knows me too well, “no it’s not just that but thanks for letting me know. I promise I’ll stay another night just not tonight.”

“Okay,” she pouts, “but I’ll miss you.”

“I’m literally going to see you tomorrow,” I say.

Gigi gasps holding her heart, “no! Not tomorrow! That’s so long away!”

She falls backwards into her bed and plays dead.

I laugh, “you’ll survive.”

She sits up, her wide eyes looking almost impossible to say no to, “It’ll be difficult.”

“You’ll manage,” I chuckle as together we walk down the stairs.

“Are you sure you can’t stay?” she asks one last time.

I nod sadly, then notice Savannah in the living room.

I poke my head in, “bye Savannah, see you soon.”

“Bye Y/N,” she winks at me, blowing me a kiss. I pretend to catch in the air and touch my cheek. She grins widely at me and sends me off with a quick wave. I make my way back towards the door, pulling my shoes on. I’m tying my laces when a voice comes from behind me.

“Are you leaving?”

I turn around and there he is. Grayson.

I nod, standing up straight, “gotta get some sleep.”

“Are you going to be okay on your own? It’s dark out,” he says, sounding almost concerned. It makes me want to kiss him even more.

“Oh yeah I’ll be find don’t worry,” I curse the words leaving my lips and curse myself for saying them

“I don’t mind taking you back, I’m going back to my home anyway,” he offers again.

“I don’t want to be any trouble,” I smiled shyly, tucking the loose strands of hair out of the way.

“You wouldn’t be,” he murmurs quietly, softly. I almost melt right there and then on the spot but pull myself together quickly to give an appropriate reply.

“It’s okay, I’ve done the journey a thousand times, I’m sure I’ll survive,” I assure him.

Now why the hell did I say that? I mentally kick myself for giving up time with that beautiful thing and make sure I have everything, that’s when I realise what I’m missing.

“Oh shoot, I forgot my jumper,” I groan aloud, knowing I’ll have to take my shoes off and put them back on all over again.

“I’ll go and grab it,” Grayson offers.

“It’s okay I can-“

“No I’ve got it, the grey one right?” he makes sure.

My face flushes, he remebers what I wore, “yeah that one.”

I want to jump up and down and do a happy dance but I manage to stop myself. Feeding into my delusions I convince myself that he definitely memorised the colour of my jumper because he’s madly in love with me not just because he’s a regular person who’s seen me in the last two hours who can recollect the colour of jumper. Grayson returns within a few moments holding my jumper. He walks towards me. It’s probably the closest I’ve been to him all night. It’s only now I notice how nice he smells. Not that I was sniffing him but he was naturally giving off the smell of his cologne, how I hoped to be giving off my perfume.

“Thank you so much,” I smile bashfully as he hands he the jumper. Our hands brush for a fraction of a second and I think my heart stops beating. I know this moment will replay non stop in my mind until there is twelve fanfiction and several movies made about the slightest of contact.

“You’re most welcome,” he says, “it was nice to meet you.”

“Yeah you too,” I reply, “… well goodbye, for now.”

“Goodbye for now,” he repeats, retreating to wherever he came.

I wipe the idiotic grin off of my face and turn back to Gigi, who’d I forgotten was standing there the whole time. And I suddenly felt guilty for that but brushed it off to say my goodbyes. It was then she asked me a question.

“So what did you think of my brother?”

“He seemed nice,” I say, except he was a bit more than nice to me. He was a gentleman who was sweet and really hot and irresistibly poetic. I wanted nothing more than to run my fingers through his golden hair and kiss him with the much passion his lips would burn and his eyes would water… but of course I couldn’t tell Gigi that.

“I think he liked you,” she says,

“What?” I exclaim a little too loudly, my eyes wide, my heart racing in anticipation and excitement and maybe even fear,

“I think he thought you were really nice too and he definitely approves of you as my friend,” she adds.

I’d clearly gotten the wrong end of the stick. Now I felt entirely stupid for believing for a second that someone like him could ever like someone like me.

“Oh,” I say trying to stop my sinking heart and to not sound too disappointed, “that’s good then.”

Gigi nods, “same again tomorrow?”

“You got it girl,” I nod.

She hugs me tightly and kisses my forehead, before softly booping my nose, “see you later alligator.”

I do the same to her, replying with, “in a while crocodile.”

***

That night I lay in my bed and I couldn’t stop thinking about Grayson Hawthorne. Everything about him was on my mind. And oh his voice. It replayed over and over like a broken record but I didn’t care. It actually soothed me, made me feel calmer. I could see in my mind every inch of his perfect face. The exact few flecks of blue in his stormcloud eyes when the light hits them right, the way his eyelashes are darker than his golden hair and the fact that he wore a single silver band on his middle finger.

The next few days I’d go to Gigi’s hoping Grayson would be there too. But the next day he wasn’t, much to my disappointment. Gigi and I worked on the project all through the afternoon and evening and yet he failed to make an appearance. I left feeling somewhat unfulfilled and disappointed. Even though I didn’t see him in person though, I did see him that night. I never dreamed vividly but that night I had the most spectacular dream I’ve ever had. It was like I had some obsessive disorder over the guy, I cared so much he was not infecting my sleep. I’d dreamed of us sitting on a sunset beach in each other’s arms, discussing a future that revolved around our love for one another.

When I wake up suddenly and sit up straight in my bed. I come to a realisation. I just might be in love with Grayson Hawthorne.

***

On Friday, I sleep over, just as I had promised Gigi. After finishing the project and then possibly having a dance party in celebration, we feel straight to sleep in her bed. I am awoken by nothing in particular and roll over. Gigi is still asleep, her limbs spread across the entirety of the bed, even my side, snoring in the most adorable way. I smile and then lay back into my back staring up at the plain, empty ceiling. I decide that I need a cup of tea. I’m comfortable enough with everyone in this house to know that I shouldn’t be shy to make myself a cup of tea in the morning. I was often over at Gigi’s house and everyone living here was constantly reminding me to just grab whatever I wanted when I wanted it. I crawl over Gigi’s body, careful not to land on her or wake her. Not that it would be possible, she was such a deep sleeper, I doubted an earthquake could wake her.

Once I’d made my way out of the bed, I pulled a pair of socks on and left the room. I didn’t bother to brush my hair or wash my face, presuming I’d just walk back up after my tea was ready. I yawn, walking down the stairs lazily, in attempts to get to the kitchen. I slowly grab a mug from the cupboard and put the kettle on to boil.

“Good morning.”

The voice is so surprising that I jump out my skin, screaming aloud. I spin around, clutching my chest, breathing heavily to recover from the initial shock. None other than Grayson Hawthorne is standing behind me shirtless… fucking shirtless. It was 6am in the morning and this man looks like some sort of glowing Greek god in contrast to me who has raccoon eyes and a rat’s nest for hair.

“Sorry if I startled you,” he says soothingly.

I let a breath out, “oh, no worries. Just didn’t expect anyone to be here.”

I run my finger through in attempt to tame the knotted mess and quickly brush the sleep from my eyes, suddenly realising I was standing there in my pyjamas. I try and not let my face heat up as I lean on the kitchen side.

“I thought you were only Wednesdays?” I say, tilting my head slightly.

“I wanted to stay for the weekend, my brothers are all off elsewhere and it’s nice to spend some time with my sisters,” he explains.

Suddenly I feel guilty… was I stealing him away from his sisters?

“Sorry if I’m getting in the way,” I say.

“Oh no no no, not like that,” he says quickly, “it’s nice to spend time with you too, I’ve missed so much of their lives so even the little things like getting to know who my sisters friends are, are important moments for me.”

“Oh… thanks…” I reply awkwardly as the kettle finishes boiling, “okay so I’m going to make some tea, care for any?”

“Yes, actually,” he nods, smiling slightly, “I was just going to do that.”

“Do you drink tea a lot?” I ask, trying not to cringe at my own horrible small talk skills.

“A cup every morning,” Grayson replies, “you?”

“Exactly the same,” I smile.

I make the two mugs of tea in silence, feeling his eyes pinned to my every move. It made me nervous that he was staring so intently. I discover that he too only takes a splash of milk in his tea and no sugar. We stand together, leaning on the counters, drinking our cups of tea.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable last night at dinner,” he says.

“Last night?” I ask, trying to recall the dinner, “oh I’d literally forgotten, it’s okay”

He nods and takes a delicate sip of tea, then begins to say, “Y/N-“

“Morning.”

I turn to see Savannah waking through the door in full sports gear, holding her training bag. Her hair was in a dutch plait the went into a ponytail. She freezes when she sees both me, in my pyjamas, and a shirtless Grayson, standing together drinking tea in her kitchen. Savannah gaze flicks between me and Grayson a few time before narrows her eyes at me. I subtly shake my head, knowing what she was presuming. Her eyebrow quivers upwards but I ignore it.

“Morning,” Grayson replies, “did you sleep okay?”

“Fine,” she says quickly, “I see you two are getting acquainted.”

She stares me down accusingly and I sigh, “yes, well it’s nice to meet my best friends’ brother.”

“Maybe a bit more than nice,” she murmurs under her breath so I can hear but Grayson can’t.

“Not true,” I whisper.

“How long have you been up anyway?” she asks, directing the question at Grayson.

“About half an hour,” he says.

“I’m off to train, see you guys later,” she says, grabbing some food and water before heading out of the door.

Neither me nor Grayson dare to say anything else. Empty space hangs in the air and there’s something we both want to say but are too cowardly to do so.

“She doesn’t like me talking to you,” he says, being the brave one of the two of us.

“Oh?” I question, playing dumb.

“I don’t know why but she doesn’t,” he shrugs.

“Oh that’s a shame,” I say, “does that mean you’re going to stop talking to me?”

“Well I never said that,” Grayson replies, “I’m not someone who does something based on others likes or dislikes and I don’t intend to start today.”

“That’s good then,” I smile, taking another swig of my now lukewarm tea.

He smiles back softly and I hear my heart thumping in my ears. In this moment words aren’t needed, conversation is unnecessary, talking seems silly. Because everything is carried in our eyes and our smiles that we can’t seem to shake. I take in his beauty again and enjoy this silent moment. His eyes and glued to mine and neither of us can seem to physically turn away at this point in time.

Interrupting the moment was a small voice attached to a sleepy face and oversized teddy-bear slippers, “am I the last up?”

Gigi trudged into the kitchen also in her pyjamas, one sleeve falling off of her shoulder. Her loose braids had nearly completely falling out, baby hairs flying everywhere. She looked the most tired out of all of us despite getting the most sleep. Grayson and I immediately turn our eyes away from one another.

“Of course,” I tease her, poking my tongue out.

“Where’s Savannah then?” she counters, arms folded, eyebrows raised.

“At training,” I reply, “you just missed her.”

“Gray? I didn’t realise you were coming so early,” she remarks, finally noticing his presence.

“Savannah let me in,” he says, “I’m going to go and get ready now.”

“Okay, see you later,” she replies, with a lopsided grin.

I watch as he walks out and as he turns back and makes eye contact with me, sending my heart fluttering. Gigi sighs and then picks up a cookbook on the side, “do you know what I’m thinking?”

“Chocolate chip pancakes?”

“You know me so well,” she says, her face breaking out into a wide smile.

“Let’s get cooking,” I say, grabbing the spatula sitting on the side.

***

Gigi and I would like to think of ourselves as somewhat pro chefs when in reality we’d make a mess, have a laugh and produce something somewhat edible. It may not always look edible but it always seemed to taste delicious. This morning our chocolate chip pancakes came out in questionable shapes and sizes but were fluffy and delicious.

“I swear we should enter a cooking show,” Gigi tells me, looking like she’d entered heaven at the first bite.

“And make chocolate chip pancakes?” I chuckle.

“What’s wrong with that? Who doesn’t love choclate chip pancakes,” she replies.

“Judges on cooking shows,” I reply, “besides look how dilapidated they look.”

“But the taste is so good,” she says, her eyes wide, almost bursting with enjoyment.

“That is one thing I can agree with,” I nod, shovelling another forkful of goodness into my mouth.

At that moment Grayson walks in and we pause conversation. He is now dressed in a suit that compliments just about any and every angle of the man. The suit had clearly tailored just to his body type. How could he be so overdressed yet act so casual? As if this were the norm. Maybe it was for him. It certainly was making me and Gigi look very uncouth still in our pyjamas.

“We made pancakes,” Gigi tells him proudly, “you should try them, they’re like eating liquid gold.”

“Liquid gold doesn’t sound all that appetising,” he replies.

Gigi groans, “just try this.”

She stands up and puts a bit of pancake into her brother’s mouth. He has no choice but to try it now. He chews thoughtfully and swallows. And suddenly I’m nervous and I don’t even know why because it’s just a pancake. Just a chocolate chip pancake that I’d baked with my best friend and I was absolutely petrified of what Grayson would think.

“They’re actually really good,” he nods.

I take a breath of relief and feel stupid for feeling so worried over a damn pancake.

“See?” she says.

“I’m going out for a walk,” Grayson tells her, “I’ll be back in in an hour, alright?”

“Okay,” Gigi nods.

“Anyone need anything,” he asks.

“No,” she replies.

“Y/N?”

I startle at my own name and startle even more when I realise he cared enough to ask me.

I look up and smile, praying my blush wasn’t as bold as I felt it was, “no thank you.”

He nods and leaves. I listen as the door shuts and his footsteps fade. When I turn back to Gigi she’s grinning widely and staring right at me.

“What?” I ask her, my tone flat and bored.

“You like him!” she exclaims.

“No I don’t,” I lie.

“How did you know who I was talking about?” she grins, backing me into a corner.

“Because the only ‘him’ around just walked out of this house,” I say, keeping my cool. She could not find out.

“Okay but you like him,” she presses on.

“I don’t Gigi,” I state, more harshly than I’d intended.

“Yes you do!” she tells me.

“Yes I do,” I groan, giving up on keeping this pathetic lie going on any longer.

“Oh my sparkling rainbow gumdrops you like him, you like him, you like him,” she yells, disguarding her beloved pancakes.

“Scream it even louder Gigi I don’t think the aliens Jupiter quite heard you,” I hiss.

“Sorry but this is the biggest piece of news in my life,” she squeals practically bouncing up and down, “my best friend likes my brother.”

“He cannot know,” I warn, my tone sincere and dangerous.

“My lips are sealed,” she grins, miming locking her lips and throwing away the key.

“I mean it Gigi,” I say.

“I know you do,” she says sincerely before she breaks out into a large smile, “you two would actually look so cute together! Oh my flying sea-lions and leprechauns when you guys get married we’ll be sisters!”

“Woah woah woah, slow down,” I say with a nervous laugh. Leave it to Gigi to start envisaging a whole lifetime of us together.

“Can’t,” she tells me, “I’m already picturing the wedding.”

“Gigi!” I exclaim.

“And your children,” she cries, clutching the left side of her chest melodramatically, “oh they’d be so cute,”

“Oh my-“

“I think we should get some coffee and discuss your future,” she says, a bit too seriously for my liking

“You are not going anywhere near coffee espeically not now and there is no future,” I reply, “I like him sure, but nothing will come of it I’m sure. He’s probably got his eye on some pretty, smart, rich girl.”

“I ship you too hard for him to fall for a pretty, smart, rich girl,” she says, “besides why would he rather that than a drop-dead gorgeous, kind and funny girl, he’s really missing out if you ask me.”

“Thanks Gigi, but I don’t think it’s happening,” I sigh

“That’s a shame because I already had so many dress options to show you,” Gigi explains, “there’s literally a whole catalogue upstairs.”

“You are mental,” I laugh.

“But you love me,” she smile sweetly.

“But I love you,” I reply.

a/n: I promise there is way more grayson x reader action in PART 3 but I hope you enjoyed this anyways :)

more fics like this on my TIG masterlist

#grayson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne x reader #grayson hawthorne x you #the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #the brothers hawthorne #tig #tig fic #savannah grayson #gigi grayson

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starrayblogs · 2 months

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I would love e to request Wukong and Reader's first kiss (I've always headcannoned Wukong as being new to love and awkward on that department lol)

aww yea, a prompt about my favorite boy!

this is so fun, i kinda agree with you on that hc because honestly– he was too busy on the journey to even indulge in that And then he's busy again trying to keep his successor form repeating his mistakes

so, i hope you enjoy this short oneshot on a first kiss with wukong! likes and reblogs are always appreciated :3

pairing: lmk sun wukong x reader (gender neutral)

will include: fluff

You and Wukong were in Flower Fruit Mountain on New Year's Eve.

After the hectic events of what happened with Spider Queen, Wukong offered to spend time at his place once he found the opportunity to sneak away MK's friends. After a while of being awed at, their attention was brought to DBK. That's when you and the Monkey King made your great escape.

"The skies in the mortal realm are always so dynamic. One minute they're just a plain regular blue, the next they're littered with colors." Wukong says as he takes a seat next to you on the ledge of some part in the mountain.

You chuckle and open the basket you asked Wukong to drop past by before leaving the city. "I'm sure you've seen plenty of skies in your time, Wukong." You poke at him before pulling out a piece of mochi and popping it in your mouth.

"Perks of being immortal, yes," he sways his head, "but it's the first sky I'm sharing with you." He follows up quietly and catches you off guard with his words.

You turn to look at him, and there's a slight tint on his cheeks. Sure, you were also flustered, but you smile nonetheless. You finished the piece of food in your mouth and chuckle nervously.

"Can't be that special." You shrug your shoulders.

"Nope!" He pops the 'p' while he shuffles closer beside you. He leans in with a grin and your cheeks can't help but get hotter with the closing distance. "It's very special." He says softly.

The genuineness in his voice relaxes your body and you lean into him as well. "I'm honored, Wukong." You tell him gently, placing your hand on top of his.

You two stay in that position for a while until you think to pull away but Wukong closes his eyes and purses his lips. You're confused for a moment and then a thought pops into your head, which you think to ask first instead of reciprocating the monkey.

"Wukong, is this your first time kissing someone?" You ask, trying to bite back a giggle.

His eyes shoot open, his tail stands straight up, and his entire face goes red to the point it reaches his ears. "What!" He exclaims, leaning slightly away from your face. "O-Of course, not! I'm the Monkey King, I have experiences that go way back! I-In fact-"

He stammers up a story, but you can feel his hand shaking underneath yours. You giggle and your head dips for a while.

When you look up, you stop laughing as your eyebrows slightly raise in surprise. Wukong was frowning and looking away from you. You sigh and shuffle into a different sitting position, where you could face him. You grab his hands and interlock it with yours as you inhale deeply.

"Sorry, that was really rude of me." You start, fiddling your thumb on his. "I just thought to ask because," you pause as you feel your cheeks flush again. "you would be my first kiss... too." You confess, glancing away so he wouldn't see your reaction.

He doesn't reply for a while until he says, "hey." He unlocks one hand to bring it to your cheek, guiding back your eyes to him. Once your eyes meet, his shoulders slack and his tail sways behind him. "There's no harm in trying." He says, caressing his thumb on your cheek.

You two lean in closer to each other. You hum, nodding your head slowly. You think for a second before softly asking, "can we try?"

"A king kissing his spouse before marriage?" He chuckles, and you quirk a brow. He chuckles. "Y-Yeah, yeah... I want to try."

You two share a smile. You lower your gaze to his lips first and tilt your head, slowly leaning in. He does the same.

Your lips connect and you both feel the pressure of each other's lips against your own. It felt nice. It felt warm and reassuring. You two pull away after a few seconds, both with widened eyes and flushed cheeks.

Wukong was the first to speak up. "Can we do that again?" He asks, his tail rapidly swaying behind him.

You nod your head and let out a squeak when he pulls you in for another kiss by his hand on your jawline. You smile and giggle into the kiss a little before kissing him back.

Your grip with his other hand tightens as the two you find each other through the kiss. Feeling the way it makes your chests warm and full of care, feeling the way it makes your hearts pound with excitement.

It's your first kiss with Sun Wukong, and his with yours. It's not perfect, but it's beautiful.

So, you kiss him again.

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Five-Star Pecs - Part 2

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The bus stop wasn’t far from Steve’s building, but with his heavy belly and huge pecs slowing him down, it took him almost 15 minutes to complete the short walk. By the time he finally reached the bus stop, he was heavily panting, and sweat was glistening on his forehead. Navigating public transportation was a major challenge for a guy in Steve’s condition, but there was no way he could drive with his enormous belly and lactating pecs on the way.

As he waited for the correct bus to arrive, Steve looked around and noticed everybody was staring at him in disbelief. He couldn’t blame them because his overloaded body was a true sight to behold. Steve pulled the hem of his shirt down, making sure that his belly was fully covered, knowing that no matter what he did, he would draw too much-unwanted attention toward himself. Even though it covered his plump body, his shirt left nothing to the imagination because it looked painted on his skin.

Steve felt his phone buzzing in his pocket, and he already knew who it was. His friend, Jack, had invited him to his apartment ‘to talk,’ and Steve was aware of the topic Jack wanted to talk about. They had met at the gym and had worked out together for months because they had similar goals. The problem was that after Steve got pregnant and started showing, Jack noticed, making Steve feel ashamed and prompting him to leave the gym. Jack had done nothing wrong, but Steve felt bad whenever he saw Jack getting great gains, while Steve only got thicker and rounder everywhere.

Steve had been hiding from Jack for months, but an invitation and a warning had obliged Steve to come out of his burrow and visit his friend. Jack had told Steve that if he didn’t accept the invitation, he would go personally to Steve’s apartment to talk. Considering his apartment was a mess, filled with bottles of breastmilk everywhere, Steve preferred to make the uncomfortable journey to Jack’s place rather than explain why he had so much milk stored.

“Dude, you coming?” Read Jack’s message. “If you don’t, I’m coming over,” Jack added.

Steve sighed as he typed his reply. “Yeah, on my way now.” He sent the text and sighed deeply, feeling the babies roll as he did.

Looking up, he saw the bus that passed by Jack’s neighborhood, and as it stopped, Steve faced another challenge. The bus’ door was somewhat narrow, or at least it looked like it for a very broad Steve. Also, the first of three steps at the front door was several inches from the floor, meaning that a very heavy Steve had to make a great effort to climb in. For regular people, it wasn’t a problem; even elderly ladies managed to do so, but the closer Steve got to the door, the more he feared he wouldn’t be able to get in.

Steve read a “Watch your steps” sign, and he couldn’t contain a chuckle because he hadn’t been able to watch his steps in months. Bravely, Steve took a deep breath and slowly lifted his right leg to climb up the first step. He made a first attempt, not succeeding, and making him blush. He grabbed the edge of the door and had to combine the strength of his legs and the power of his arms to very barely lift his heavy body from the ground and into the bus. From there, the other steps were equally challenging, but Steve pretended to be fine.

Unable to estimate the space he had in front of him, as he reached the final step, his belly bumped against a glass that separated the driver from the rest of the bus, making the driver gasp in shock. The driver couldn’t hide his surprise and curiosity as Steve tried to regain composure and act cool. It was evident that he hadn’t seen a belly as big as Steve’s before.

“Good morning. Sorry for bumping against... you know,” Steve said very politely, and the driver just nodded, not finding words to respond.

Steve smiled and absently moved his right hand to the small of his back and started slowly waddling through the aisle of the bus. This position made his belly stick out even further than usual, but Steve’s back was too sore for him to care about the shocked expressions of the other passengers. He was panting as he took slow steps, looking for a seat near the back, where he thought nobody would pay attention to him.

Once the driver made sure that Steve had found a seat, clearly concerned about the young man’s well-being, the bus started moving, and the passengers tried to mind their own business and stop looking at the man with the enormous belly that traveled among them. Even then, Steve could feel some of them looking at him, still in shock, every once in a while.

As Steve settled into his seat, the babies continued making their presence known by stretching inside their daddy’s belly almost rhythmically. As much as he wanted to act as if nothing was happening, the constant movement and the kicking made Steve groan and moan. Also, every once in a while, a strong contraction reminded him of the impending birth of his babies and made him clench his jaw in an attempt to deal with the pain.

He gently rubbed his belly as the bus continued its route, trying his best to calm down and maintain an appearance of normalcy, but his abdomen tightened, and Steve gasped as the babies kicked him really hard in response. This repeated several times, each one more painful than the last, and Steve knew this meant his body was getting ready to give birth. Each contraction sent a wave of discomfort through his body, making him groan very loudly.

“Are you okay, young man?” A middle-aged woman sitting across from Steve finally got the courage to speak.

Steve took a deep breath and looked at him with a broad smile. “Oh, I’m fine. Just… a bit of indigestion,” he said, hoping she would believe his lie.

The woman nodded and kindly smiled at Steve, who looked around and noticed other passengers staring at him. As his abdomen tightened violently and the babies stretched in all directions all at once, Steve groaned and clutched the sides of his massive belly, alerting another passenger that something was wrong.

“Seriously, dude, are you sure you’re okay?” A young man in his mid-twenties leaned over to check on Steve. This young man had noticed the size of Steve’s belly as soon as he walked into the bus and hadn’t been able to look away ever since.

Steve chuckled, attempting to look cool while being in clear pain. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good. I just had a big breakfast—too much bacon, you know? Nothing to worry about,” he said, playfully patting his belly, which he soon discovered was a bad idea because the babies started moving even more.

The young man frowned, clearly not believing Steve’s story, and sat back in his seat once again. Steve took another deep breath and tried to regain some composure as his belly continued contracting. It was inevitable for the curious passengers to fix their eyes on Steve and observe every single one of his moves, making it more difficult for him to pretend to be fine. A mix of sympathy and concern was visible in the eyes of the passengers, but the longer Steve stayed on the bus and the stronger the contractions became, the less he cared about the curious glances.

The contractions were becoming more frequent, and beads of sweat formed on his forearm as Steve dealt with each wave of pain and discomfort. Aware that he had to keep his hands off his belly to avoid raising more suspicions, he clutched the sides of his seat when another contraction hit him, silently counting the seconds until the next one would come. With each passing minute, the challenge of hiding the signs of labor grew more difficult, and Steve pondered his options, knowing there was no way to stop his labor.

A part of him wanted to go back home and squirm in pain in private. Another part of him wanted to head to a hospital and let doctors and nurses take care of everything, but he wasn’t quite sure about letting so many people see him giving birth to his babies. And lastly, a tiny little part of him wanted to keep up with his plan and visit Jack to keep him away from the coming mess. Steve knew that if he didn’t reach Jack’s apartment, his friend would chase him around the city until they could “talk.” So, against all logical thoughts, Steve decided to go to Jack’s place, stay for about half an hour, and then head back home.

By the time the bus approached Jack’s neighborhood, Steve’s breaths were coming in short gasps. The sweat on his forehead glistened, and his attempts to mask his pain were pointless. Most of the passengers had recognized the signs of labor and speculated that the young man was somehow pregnant, but the only reason that stopped them from calling 911 was that Steve’s belly was too big to be really pregnant. They thought there was no way a person could be that pregnant, so they figured it had to be something else.

As the bus pulled to a stop, Steve sighed in relief and struggled to get his heavy body off his seat. Over the bus trip, Steve’s belly had dropped a bit, making it more difficult for him to stand up. Surprisingly, the young man who had asked Steve if he was okay quickly got by his side and helped him get on his feet. As sweet as the action was, Steve blushed in shame because he had never needed help just to get on his feet.

In front of the concerned glances of all the other passengers, Steve slowly waddled through the aisle again and somehow managed to get off the bus without falling. His legs were shaky, and his back was killing him, but he had at least reached Jack’s neighborhood in one piece. Trying to mask his pain with a kind smile, Steve noticed even more people staring at him as he absently placed his right hand on the small of his back once again and started waddling to Jack’s building.

With each step, the pressure in his abdomen increased, and Steve had to take breaks when strong contractions hit him, leaving him breathless. Even though he wasn’t on the bus anymore and there weren’t many people on the streets, he had to act as normal as possible to avoid drawing too much attention toward himself. The contractions weren’t discreet and manageable anymore, their strength and frequency increased while Steve waddled to Jack’s building.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally reached the building, and he quickly entered the elevator, where he could have at least a few seconds of privacy. While the elevator took him to Jack’s floor, Steve rubbed his belly frantically, trying to calm the babies down so they would stop kicking and rolling. Then he reached up to his pecs, which had been getting tighter all along, but he hadn’t been able to give them the attention they so badly needed.

“Oh please, please, please, don’t make me burst. Just half an hour, and then I’ll call an Uber to the hospital... or home; just don’t make me burst,” Steve said, looking down at his pecs and his belly. He wasn’t sure what he was referring to because his belly and pecs felt equally full and uncomfortable. “Damn, I’m just a massive time bomb,” he said, and he sighed in disbelief.

As the elevator stopped and the door opened, Steve fixed his clothes again and waddled to Jack’s front door. As he approached it, he felt a contraction building-up in his lower belly, quickly taking over his belly, hips, and back. It was the strongest contraction Steve had experienced so far, and he couldn’t contain a loud groan as the contraction peaked. Simultaneously, he heard a loud pop sound and felt a gush of warm fluid coating his inner legs and pants. Panic took over Steve as he realized his water had broken.

“Oh, no, no, no,” Steve muttered to himself, looking around to make sure no one had witnessed the ‘embarrassing’ event. “Stay calm, Steve. You can handle this. No need to panic,” he added, trying to cheer himself up.

He pondered his options for a second, but before he could formulate an escape plan, the door swung open, and Jack walked out of his apartment with a wide smile. Steve pretended to be fine, but he noticed how Jack’s smiley face changed to a concerned look when he saw how big Steve had gotten over the last few months. Even then, Jack acted as cool and polite as ever, even giving Steve a tight hug.

“Hey, Steve! Long time no see, man!” Jack said as he released Steve from the hug and patted his shoulders. “I heard a noise and thought it had to be you. You’re pretty late but don’t worry, I didn’t have any more plans for the day,” Jack added, ignoring Steve’s gigantic belly and massive pecs, or at least trying to.

“Hey, Jack! Yeah, it’s been a while, but... Something just happened, and I think I have to cancel our meeting. I really need to get going now,” Steve said, forcing a smile and suppressing the panic that consumed him.

“Absolutely not. I told you that if you didn’t come, I’d go anywhere so we could talk. Now, come in. I have some snacks and beer. You seem to be having way too many snacks and beer, though,” Jack joked, and Steve pretended to laugh. “Wait, did you pee your pants?” Jack added as he grabbed Steve’s hand to pull him into the apartment.

“What? Oh, no, no. I… It was this kid. He was running on the streets, and he stumbled in front of me. He had a bottle of water, juice, or something, and when he fell to the ground, the liquid just fell over my pants. Yeah, that’s how things happened,” Steve said, knowing that it was very unlikely for Jack to believe that lie. “Dude, I really need to leave. I promise I’ll come back in a few days.

“I said no. We really need to talk. You have been avoiding me for months, and now that I have you right here, I’m not letting you go,” Jack said, carefully guiding Steve to the living room. “Now sit down, and I’ll get you the snacks I promised you. Don’t worry if you get the couch wet; I’m buying new furniture soon anyway,” he added, helping Steve sit on the couch.

Steve was surprised. Jack acted like he knew Steve couldn’t lower down his heavy body with ease, making him appreciate his friend’s kindness. However, when Jack went to the kitchen, leaving Steve alone, another painful contraction hit him, and a groan escaped his lips. The contractions were becoming more frequent, and the pain was unbearable. Steve rubbed the sides of his belly and noticed his skin was tighter than ever before.

On top of it all, Steve felt a very familiar sensation spreading over his chest. It started as a simple tingling, barely noticeable considering the immense pressure he was experiencing with the contractions. As the minutes passed, Steve couldn’t ignore the increasing pressure in his chest anymore. The fullness had returned, a signal that his milk production was going over the charts once again. The subtle pulsations in his pecs hinted at the inevitable leakage that would follow.

Already overwhelmed, Steve tried his best to act normal when Jack came back with the snacks. Funnily enough, they were all lactose-based, making Steve chuckle. He wondered how Jack would react if he knew Steve produced enough milk to start a dairy factory. As funny as the thought was, the pressure on his pecs increased, and more contractions hit him, taking Steve’s mind back to the enormous discomfort he was facing.

“Dude, are you okay? You’re sweating, and you look... pale,” Jack asked, sitting across the living room with a concerned look.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just indigestion. I ate too much bacon this morning, and I’m not feeling well. That’s why I said I had to leave. I really want to go back to my apartment,” Steve said, forcing a smile, but as another contraction came, he clenched his jaw and absently rubbed the sides of his belly.

“Oh, sorry to hear that. Maybe you should slow down with the food? I mean… You’ve grown a lot already, and I’ve been worried. I mean, I say this very respectfully, but...” Jack said, struggling to find polite words to confront Steve.

“But I’m a blimp. I know and don’t worry, I…” Steve had to stop as contractions left him breathless and his pecs felt tighter in his undershirt. He had to take a few seconds to catch his breath, and his hands absently moved to his pecs to rub them.

“Are you okay? I don’t think it’s just indigestion,” Jack said, looking worried as Steve rubbed his overfilled pecs, trying to ease up the increasing pressure.

“I’m fine. I just... I think... I… May I use your bathroom, please?” Steve said with short breaths as the pressure on his pecs became too intense to ignore it.

“Sure. You know where it is,” Jack said, hurrying to help Steve to stand up.

Steve was surprised Jack had done the same as the guy from the bus; maybe it was too obvious that he could barely move on his own. Whatever the reason, he was thankful for their kindness.

As he waddled into the bathroom, the discomfort in his chest intensified, and the contractions persisted. Behind the closed door, he leaned against the sink, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He sweated profusely, and the quintuplets continued their restless kicking within him. Additionally, his pecs felt fuller than ever before, prompting him to press his palms against them, as if trying to contain the inevitable. Steve looked down at his contracting belly and his overfilled pecs, which looked bigger than ever, and realized he wouldn’t be able to keep the facade of normalcy if he stayed any longer.

“I have to get out of here. I… uuugh…ahh… gotta get home,” Steve muttered as he felt his pecs getting uncomfortably tight in his undershirt. “I just hope it’s not too late,” he whispered as he tried to pull himself together, ignoring the wetness already spreading around his nipples.

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