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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 11 months ago

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If You'll Have Me

Dev Patel x Y/N - drabble - 1.3K WC NSFW 18+

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Warnings: SMUT, so fucking adorable, literally like omg, gender neutral, no real descriptions of genitals kinda?, fluffy af, L bombs, penetration, idk everything else???

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You moved smoothly around the kitchen, the soundtrack to your boyfriend's new movie energizing you while you made dinner. Specifically the extended version of LED Spirals, you didn’t know what they put in the song but fuck it was addicting. So addicting everything else felt drowned out. You kept dancing, swaying and twirling with the music in a seductive yet passionate way. The lights were dim, only a few softly glowing lamps throughout the kitchen and living room provided a soft glow. Lost in your own world you continued what you were doing, never hearing the front door open and close.

Dev could hear the music from outside the apartment. He gave you his spare key a month ago which shocked you as you had only been dating for two months. Now on the cusp of four months Dev knew deep down how he felt for you. It was a deep sense of longing and lust; creating the sweetest form of love with so much fire in it. He wanted to devour you, and be devoured by you. He unlocked the door quietly and pushed his way inside. Slipping his shoes and button up shirt off after setting down his keys. He kept his loose pants and muscle shirt on, looking down at how dirty he was from filming Monkey Man. Today had been mostly stunt work and fight scenes - he was exhausted. Whatever you were cooking smelt amazing, a fragrant blend of spices ruminating in the air. He gently walked towards the kitchen, trying not to make noise. As he leaned in the doorway he watched you with a smile. Your movements were hypnotic, the way your hips flowed with the beat. The quickened breathing making your chest rise and fall. The rosy tint on your cheeks. The little gasps you made. He licked his lips before running a hand over his face; how were you so stunning? And how were you his?

You swayed in a circle before giving a small shriek and jump, not knowing Dev was watching you. “How long have you been watching?” you mumbled, hands balling up the ends of his oversized hoodie you were wearing.

“Long enough.” he smiled before he walked towards you, hands finding their way to your waist.

You let out an involuntary hum at the contact, you let your hands rest on his chest, fingers caressing his jaw. You breathed him in, his cologne from this morning mixed with sweat. He already had a bruised eye from earlier in the week and now his knuckles were actually bloody. You sighed, knowing he was careful but still ended up injured. Yet you supported him as you knew how much he loved putting his all into his movies.

“Did you have a good day?” you asked, leaning your head against his chest.

He swayed you both slightly, “Exhausting but yes… My body hurts.” he joked but you knew there was truth behind it.

“Here…” you said, pulling away from him much to his disdain. You grabbed the bottle of water and Midol you had set on the island before he got home.

“Midol?” he asked, quirking his eyebrow.

“It’s good for periods AND busted up actors - trust me I’m a doctor.” you joked with him. You may not be a doctor but you did learn how to patch Dev up with his minor stunt mishaps.

Dev shrugged before taking the two pills and water from you, swallowing them quickly. You watched the way his throat bobbed. How the water trickled down his chin to his chest. How his muscles moved with every breath. Your lip was clutched between your teeth as you gawked at him. You were having the unholiest of thoughts while he was doing the most mundane task.

“Darling?” Dev said while screwing the top of the bottle back on.

You shook your head slightly, coming back down from your fantasies. Cheeks flushed, Dev quickly caught on to what was going on.

“Do you want something lovely?” he said, his voice thick with desire, dropping into a low gruff yet buttery tone.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as your hazy eyes looked at him. You and Dev had done some stuff but hadn’t had sex yet. Every fiber in your body was now wondering why. You walked to him, hand coming to cup his cheek, your breaths mingled. You met him as you both moved to finally lock lips. It was hungry, desperate. As if this was the last time you’d be together. Dev quickly grabbed the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up to lock your legs around his waist. He made his way to the bedroom stumbling into the walls every now and then as he got lost in you. You felt him sit down, your legs now resting on either side of his lap as he got comfortable on the bed. You ground your hips down into him. His breath hitched before he let out a shaky moan.

“Do you want to?” you asked, intertwining your hands with his.

“If you’ll have me.” he smiled, placing soft kisses across your chest, making your eyes flutter closed.

“Please…” you breathed out, holding him close to you.

Dev tore his thin shirt off, making you moan against him as you kissed. Your hands felt over every inch of skin they could. Dev snuck his large hands under your shirt, letting his hands travel across your chest before he slipped the hoodie and shirt off in one go. You gazed at him as you sat in only your underwear on his lap. Taking in a few deep breaths you looked into his eyes.

“Are you alright?” he asked, “We can stop.” he assured you, hands caressing your cheeks.

Your heart melted at how soft he was with you. “I love you.” you whispered, your eyes widening when you realize what you said.

“I love you.” he said without missing a beat, he leaned his forehead against yours momentarily just soaking you in. His head dipped to your neck; biting and sucking marks into the supple flesh just to savor the little pants and moans that left your lips. His hand slid into your underwear, finally having him where you wanted him most. Your breath quickened with each move his skillful hand made.

“You’re so good for me…” he mumbled as he moved his lips against you.

Your eyes fluttered closed as they rolled back, you felt him igniting a fire in your lower belly that flowed like warm honey through your veins. Warm and sticky yet pulsing and electric. Your mind was clouded with pleasure but you didn’t let that stop you from slipping your hand down his chest to his waistband, slipping two fingers inside to trace the seam. You felt his hips jolt slightly before his hands started shoving his pants and boxers off. You slipped your underwear off before settling on his lap again. You clutched him gently, moving him to your entrance. His cock twitched in anticipation before you sank down on him. Both of you let out groans, enjoying the feeling.

“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Dev muttered.

You laughed, pulling him into a sweet kiss. You started moving your hips; both yours and Dev’s breathing picked up as the pleasure built in you both with each grind. You sped up after a moment chasing the high that was so nearly in grasp. You felt his hands clutching your hips tightly, guiding your movements. His lips ghosted over your chest, whispering praises to you. He gently bit into your shoulder as he came, bringing on your own orgasm as you liked the slight pain he provided with the overwhelming pleasure. Your body shook as you came down, Dev holding you close. You leaned against him, exhausted and sleepy. Dev kissed you lazily as he pulled out, he laid your body down next to his, holding you against him. You kissed his chest a few times before snuggling into his side.

“So you love me, huh?” he said with a goofy smile.

You laughed as you rolled your eyes, “It's entirely possible.” you replied.

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Naboo's Note:

Heyyyyyy first celebrity fic - and what a guy right? Recently watched Monkey Man and I am OBSESSED. He's so damn fine. Anyways - feel free to send in requests regarding Mr. Dev Patel or any of his characters. Thank you for the support!!! XOXOXXOOXOXOOX!!!!!!!

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stillnotyourmusebitch · 1 year ago

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AAAGH I loved your sinner!Adam fic about him and Reader watching TV together 🥺

I heard you take sinner!Adam requests so is it okay to have a sort-of part 2? Maybe watching movies became a regular thing between them and one time they end up kissing during one? If you find it repetitive and don't want to it's totally okay, I understand! I hope you have a nice day and keep up with the good work 🥹

Oh I loved writing this. The fic below is a sequel to this ficlet

I do hope that you liked it. I'm always worried I've made him too ooc but Sinner!Adam is fanon based atm and if he is wanting redemption he would change his ways.

So Urm yeah enjoy. . . .

What we watching?? Sinner!Adam x GN!reader

Fluffy af

That night watching trashy romcoms with Adam could have just been a one off thing and you would’ve been fine with it. But when he approached you in the communal kitchens the next morning with a proposition to make ‘Thursday film night’ a regular thing between the two of you. You had asked him why. He said that hanging out with you yesterday was one of the most fun things he had done in a long time. You smiled fondly at him before agreeing.

As Thursday night rolled around again. You were looking forward to sharing some more of your favourite films with Adam. He’d said he would be there by 6ish. You glance at the time on your phone. It was only 6.05pm. He’s probably just running late after the one on one session with Charlie.

An easy way to keep your mind busy was dragging out all your blankets and making a sort of nest type thing on the floor by the couch. You used to do this with your family when you were alive. It just made the movie marathons all that more special. After seeing how far Adam had come since arriving at the hotel. You had really wanted to show him how much he meant to you.

‘Wait, as a friend.’ You stopped mid cushion grab. You liked him as only a friend right? Right?

Your door burst open and slammed shut very quickly Adam was only 45 minutes late, you looked up seeing him breathing hard, carting an armload of snacks, drinks and a few bowls of things.

“There you . . .” he shushes you looking frantically at the closed door. “What did you do?” You whisper as you crawl onto the couch.

A far off loud shouting could be heard in the silence. He waited a minute more before letting out a breath.

“It wasn’t my fault honest.” He looked extremely guilty. You quirked a brow wanting an explanation. “I was trying to make my super awesome dip for our movie night but I maaaaaay have made a really big mess but I didn’t mean to, I just tripped over that cleaner chick who was chasing more of them roaches. This hotel must have an infestation or she is breeding them just to kill. Oh wait, I’m getting off point, the thing is I might have made too much of the dip than I intended and I kinda launched half of it onto another patron. But it wasn’t my fault. This time at least.” He frantically spoke as he juggled the drinks and snacks about in his arms before depositing them carefully on the coffee table. Standing back up he turned and looked down at what you were making. “What’s that?” He points to the accumulated amount of cushions, blankets and other soft furnishings piled on the floor.

“Well, the thing is.” You hopped off the couch into the nest trying to act like it wasn’t a big deal. How were you supposed to explain the reason behind it without him laughing at you? “You know what it’s stupid let me just . . .” You felt shame rush to your cheeks as you tried to dismantle the obviously stupid idea.

“Hey, I didn’t say it was a bad thing. Looks comfy as fuck. Budge up would ya.” You hopped out as he set himself down in the dead center of the nest, keeping his legs open slightly to give you a place to sit. Last week he really liked having you snuggled up close to him, why did you think this week would be any different.

You chose the first movie and plopped yourself down in the space he left for you, his arms wrapping around your middle pulling you flush against his chest.

“So what we watching?”

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“I have a question do all of these movie have the same premise?” Adam asked after about 15 minutes into the third film.

“Whatdya mean?” You say through a mouthful of chips.

“Like . . hang on pause the film a sec.” He fumbles for the remote to stop the movie. You shuffle a bit to see him better. “Like don’t get me wrong they’re good films, a bit cliché but surely the lead woman knows that the ‘Oh I’m a famous something or other I have no time for a man’” his fake high pitched womanly voice had you laughing. “Hey shush let me finish my thought.”

“But you make such a good woman.” You poke at his chest playfully.

“Ah ha ha ha.” He grabs your hand in his. “But seriously shush. My point is are there any original ideas in these films?”

“You saying I got trash taste in cinema?” You try pulling your hand away from his grasp. Adam doesn’t let go but pulls you closer to him.

“What I’m saying is watching all these oblivious people who clearly have strong feelings for the other person, got me thinking.” He looks down at your hand in his. “Ya know what never mind let’s keep watching the movie.” He lets go of your hand and grabs for the remote, setting the film going again.

The whiplash from that conversation was enough to make your head spin. You stayed a second more simply looking into the face of a man who had something he wanted to say but couldn’t bring himself to do so. As you turned back in his arms to watch the movie, you could hear a small sigh of relief.

You tried to go back to watching the movie but you couldn’t. Adam only held you loosely now, choosing to focus more on grabbing snacks and sipping his soda. Your mind went into overdrive.

‘What did you do wrong?’

‘Was he mad at you?’

‘Did he . . . wait did he like you?’

You almost choked on a piece of popcorn at the realisation. Adam liked you.

Daring to flick your eyes to look at him. He was focused on the film but the soft look of longing he bore was almost too much.

“Adam?” Your voice was gentle so as not to spook him.

“Mmmyeah?” He was still watching the screen.

You grabbed the remote and paused the TV again.

“Hey, it was getting to a good part.” He looked down at you annoyed. “What. Is there something on my face?” He touches his face trying to feel for any irregularity. “Hey, say something you’re freaking me. mmmf” You pulled him down by his shirt and kissed him. He froze against your lips.

‘Shit was I wrong?’

You move to pull away. But his hands cup your face pulling you back into a tender kiss that makes you melt into his touch. The kiss lasted no longer than 5 seconds but you didn’t care you felt like your entire body was floating.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He spoke softly as he broke the kiss. “Can I kiss you again?” he asked hopefully.

“Yes.” Your words were barely a whisper but it was all he needed to pull you back against him, he kissed you in such a tender way that made your heart flutter in your chest. You didn’t realise he was capable of such gentility but you craved more of it. Your hands carded into his hair, being careful of his horns, as one of his hands went to cradle the back of your head, effectively tilting your head to allow him to deepen the kiss. His other hand moved to your lower back, fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt. The kiss had an undertone of heat laced in the movements of your joined lips.

You broke the kiss panting slightly, you noted his pupils were dilated slightly as you were sure yours mirrored back.

You had to slow this down now before you regretted anything.

“Adam.” Your voice low in warning. “As much as I enjoy kissing you. Can we take whatever this is a little slower?”

You expected him to whine or pout about being told no. but he just smiles goofily at you. Swiping a thumb over your lower lip.

“Sure thing.” He kisses your forehead before helping you settle back against him the way your were before. He picked up the remote “Ready to continue?”

You weaved your fingers with his other hand and nodded “Ready.”

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I hope this is what you wanted.

My ask box is still open if anyone else got requests

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underoossss · 2 years ago

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Driving Lessons — S.H

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

warnings: none

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an: hi everyone! here’s a new fluffy fic for you. best friends to lovers goodness to brighten your weekend. I dedicate this to everyone who like me was terrified when they learned how to drive and those who don’t drive bc it’s scary af. steve is just so sweet and perfect and I think he’d be a wonderful teacher specially if he has a crush on you. I hope you enjoy! Pls let me know if you liked this!

The doorbell rings just as you finish getting ready. It’s a sunny summer morning and you decided to fight off the heat with a white dress with tiny pink roses printed on it, a denim vest and converse. You check the clock by your bed and as always Steve is right on time.

You’d woken up with a start this morning from a terrible nightmare you don’t want to think about. Steve had an angry wound on the side of his abdomen and was in no state to drive. He needed your help, but you don’t know how to drive, so you were helpless to do anything else but to press his own t-shirt against the wound. The same desperation haunted you all through breakfast and gave you the push you needed to face your fears. Driving. You’re going to learn, no matter how much panic it causes you.

That’s why Steve is here, you called him earlier and agreed to meet here at noon. And punctual as ever, he’s already waiting on the porch. You heart drums loudly inside your chest, excited to see your friend, your best friend, and object of all your affection. Though no one needs to know the last part.

You open the door, and the pitter patter of your heart gets out of control no matter how much you try to remind it that he’s your friend. Nothing more. Steve looks sun kissed by the summer sun and beautiful as always, with various freckles standing out across his face. Broad shoulders in a white t-shirt and light washed jeans that fit him just right, his old Cortez shoes and usual brown watch. You hate him, and you love him so much.

“Hi Stevie.” Your smile breaks free as you greet him with a hug.

“Hey you.” Steve’s smile is clear in his voice as his arms go around you. It’s a tight hug and soon enough, he’s lifting you off the ground and spinning you around.

You laugh as he sets you down on the ground. “Someone’s happy.”

“How can I not be? I’m spending the day with you.” Steve smiles brightly, “What’s this you have to ask me? Got me nervous all the way here.”

You shake your head; how can you not be crazy about him when he’s so damn sweet with you. You decide to tackle his question instead. “Why would you be nervous?”

“I wasn’t sure if we need to hide a dead body.” He shrugs.

“Not today.” You play along with a fake frown and smile when it makes Steve laugh. A moment later you turn shy under his gaze when it lingers on your face. “Okay I called you because I need you to teach me how to drive. Please.”

“How to drive?” Steve’s eyebrows shoot up towards his forehead as his brown eyes widen. “You got tired of me already sweetheart?”

You roll your eyes, ignoring the nickname, and hit his shoulder softly; Steve takes that same wrist and holds on to swing your hands between you. It endears you and makes you love him a little bit more, it’s only noon. “You hurt me.” He says all drama as always.

“No, Stevie.” You tilt your head towards your shoulder, choosing not to tell him about last night’s nightmare. “I just want to learn in case there’s an emergency or something.” When Steve’s eyes soften, you look away.

“Okay,” He says quietly, then tucks a rogue strand of hair behind your ear. “Do you want to start right now?” Steve asks you, completely unaware of the fact that you’ve stopped breathing.

“God, no. I’m scared.” You shake your head, trying to ignore the way your heart hurts at his soft gesture. “I was going to suggest ice cream first.”

Steve smiles and wraps an arm around your shoulder pulling you to his side as he leads both of you to his parked car in the driveway. “Alright, ice cream first. You look beautiful by the way.”

You lean your head on his shoulder and shake his head. “Is this you trying to get me to pay?”

Steve only laughs and rolls his eyes.

“First things first, seat belt.” Steve glances behind you with a nod of his head. The two of you are sitting in his car, but while he’s always in the drivers seat, he’s the passenger today.

You turn around and bring the seat belt across your torso before it clicks into place once fastened. “Okay.”

Steve scratches his chin and you watch for only a second before looking ahead, no distractions. “Now, adjust the mirrors; you should see everything with the rear view mirror and the front door’s handle with your other two. I’ll move this one for you.” He reaches out of the car and brings it forward a tiny bit until you nod.

“Alright that’s good.” You do the same with the one on your right before wiping your hands on your dress. You take a shaky breath and look back at Steve. “Now what?”

Steve’s grinning when you meet his eyes and shakes his head briefly. He nods towards the keys hanging from the ignition switch. “Now you turn on the car.”

Panic bubbles deep in your stomach but you nod anyway, pushing through the many anxious thoughts in your head. This is why you never made it past a single lesson during driver’s ed, your fear. What if you crash the car, hurt someone, hurt Steve? You’re grateful that your hand doesn’t shake when it turns the key, bringing the car to life.

“Hey,” Steve says, and you look over at him to find him smiling at you. “You’re doing great.”

“Thank you, Stevie.” You swallow down the rising panic inside your chest as you look at the steering wheel. At least Steve’s car isn’t mechanic. Steve points at the pedals by your feet which makes you focus again.

“Right one’s accelerator, and the left one’s the break.” Steve explains. “The car’s in park now so it won't move even if you hit the gas.” He looks up at you to make sure you’re okay to go on and you give him a half nod. “If you break and change the gear to Drive, then it’ll move.”

“What?” You ask him when he glances at you expectantly.

Steve motions to the gear stick behind the wheel with his head. It’s time, you guess and swallow hard, pressing down the break pedal and shifting the car to drive. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears, and your hands break a sweat. Trying to push through though, you take your foot off the breaks and accelerate slowly, but it only seems to make your panic worse. The car only moves about 8 feet before you stop and put it back on Park, shutting your eyes tightly. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

Steve reaches over and shuts down the engine before turning towards you. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He asks you softly, a hand on your shoulder. It rubs down your arm gently and grabs one of your hands from the steering wheel. “Talk to me, what happened?”

“I’m sorry I panicked.” You confess, keeping your eyes shut. “This is scary.”

“Okay.” You open your eyes to see Steve nod, gaze full of concern as it meets yours. “Want to tell me what scares you?”

Taking your seat belt off you turn towards him and rest your forehead on his shoulder. “Stevie, what if I crash your car and we both end up hurt.”

You feel Steve take a deep breath and his hand let go of yours in favour of running up and down your back. “That won’t happen.”

“You don’t know that.” You mumble with a shake of his head.

“I do.” Steve counters, pushing on your shoulder gently to look into your eyes. “We’re only going to turn right and drive to the dead end, nothing crazy. No cars will hit you, babe, you know it’s a quiet road.”

You look out the windshield towards the road in question. No one ever drives by, just the three homeowners who live in the dead end, but they’ve already left for the day. If that’s the only practice you’ll have today, you think you can manage to keep your fear in check.

“There we go.” Steve smiles triumphantly when you nod in determination. “Ready?”

“Yes.” You click your seat belt into place and turn on the car.

Just as Steve promised, you only go back and forth from your house to the dead end. He’s patient and gentle as he gives various instructions, when to break and when to accelerate. He guides you through the u-turn and how to back up when you mess up said u-turn. The initial paralyzing dread fades to manageable nerves as 45 minutes go by, and smile when Steve gives you a knowing look.

“Feeling more confident?” He asks as you park in your driveway once more.

“Yeah, a bit.” You let out a deep breath and nod. “I know I’m safe if I’m with you, Steve.”

“You are.” Steve mirrors your nod and clears his throat, then motions towards his door. “Come on, let’s switch. We’re renting a movie so you can relax.”

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“Stevie, it’s so early.” You mumble, opening your front door at 6am on a Saturday. You look up at him, he looks just as sleepy as you but handsome as always. His hair is a mess of chocolate waves, and the light blue polo he wears with his jeans looks great on him. An outfit so basic shouldn’t look so good; it’s his shoulders you think, they make those damn polos look gorgeous on him.

“Well, you’re the one scared of driving.” Steve’s voice brings you back to the present. “If we go right now, the streets will be all yours. It’ll help with your nerves.”

“I’m sure, it’s the crack of dawn during summer after all.” You joke, sleepiness slowly leaving your body. A smile takes over your face at Steve’s sheepish expression and you can’t help but lean in for a hug. “Thank you, Stevie.”

“You know, people aren’t supposed to look so pretty at 6am.” Steve says, stepping back and meeting your eyes. You heart drops to your stomach for a moment at his words and you look down at your clothes. Black denim shorts, converse, and a sweatshirt.

“You really need some glasses, Steve.” You chuckle, bumping your shoulder into his as you walk towards his car.

“My eyesight is perfect, babe.” Steve gives you a wink that leaves you flustered and trying to understand what’s happening. “Come on.” He places the keys to his car on your hand and opens the passenger door.

Steve lounges back on his seat, pointing towards the direction he thinks you should go. He tells you when to break, what to do in an intersection and the roads you should avoid at a normal hour. Like he said, all of Hawkins is asleep and there’s not a single car on sight as you drive through the town. He was right, the nerves and awful dread you felt the first time you tried to drive his care are gone as you drive the empty streets; no one’s gonna hit you because no one’s here. The radio stays off though, you’re not a professional yet and the music only distracts you. There’s no way you’re crashing because you were singing to Blondie.

“You’re doing amazing.” Steve says, and you control your reaction to his praise. Knowing you’re doing a good job makes you feel giddy inside, so you glance at him quickly with a smile. “Pull into that parking lot right there. I think we can practice parking today.”

“Okay, good cause there are no cars for me to run into.” You joke, looking at Steve and laughing when he frowns. He doesn’t like you doubting yourself, right. “I’m kidding, Stevie.” You check your mirror, and turn the blinker on before you make a turn towards the parking lot. The concrete floor is deserted and fifty-something empty spaces stare back at you.

“Now what?”

“Okay,” Steve sits up straighter and rubs his chin, deep in thought. You can imagine the way his eyes light up when the idea finally comes to him. “Now you have to sort of turn away from the parking spot then turn back in.”

It sounds like gibberish for a moment before you go over his words and catch on to his explanation. Still, how can you pass up an opportunity to tease him?

“Real good explanation, Steve. Super clear.” You chuckle with an eye roll. “But I think I know what you mean.” Following his instructions, you drive the car towards the right before turning left and moving between the two white lines in front of you. At least that’s your intention, but what you end up doing is driving over one of the lines –taking two spaces.

“Come on don’t make that face, it’s your first try.” Steve shakes his head taps the dashboard. “Check the rear-view and backup. You got it.”

You do as Steve says and try to park on the spot next to you, turning a little more to the right so when you drive into the empty space, you’re perfectly parked in between both lines. “There! I did it!” You cheer, putting the car on park and turning to Steve. “Ha!”

He’s smiling too, celebrating this small win and high-fiving you. Steve’s fingers intertwine with yours and keep your hands in his hold, giving them a tight squeeze. There’s happiness and affection shining in his eyes –brown and beautiful and a little sleepy from how early it is– making your blood fizzy under your skin and your body feel like it’s glowing. There’s no one in this world like him, someone who is your cheerleader and makes you feel this happy and safe. And in love.

But the glint in his eye tells you he’s going to say something; you definitely missed something. “You didn’t check the right-side mirror babe; a car can come from your right, and you could’ve crashed into them.”

“Ugh!” You lean you head back on the headrest and look at the roof. Defeat washes over you, there’s so many rules to this driving gig; just when you think you’ve got it right, it’s actually the opposite. Your hands cover your face. “Fucking mirrors.”

Steve laughs next to you, a warm and beautiful sound that wipes away your frown as he shakes his head. His hand takes one yours again a moment later and gives it a squeeze. “It’s only a matter of time.”

Glancing to your right at him you feel your heart dance in your chest at his soft smile. His eyes dance around your face in a way you can’t really describe, and it flusters you beyond words. You smile at him though, ignoring the acrobatics your stomach is performing and the feelings rising to the surface once more. He’s your friend and he’s helping you, nothing more. Don’t make it something it’s not.

Steve is the one who breaks the moment first, eyes going back towards the dashboard. His hand lets go in favour of motioning towards the steering wheel. “Come on, let’s keep practising.”

“Can we go get coffee after?” You ask as you spot the sun beginning to rise in the distance.

“Anything for you babe, you just gotta learn how to park.” Steve settles back on his seat and you look out your window to bite back your smile. He’s got to stop talking to you so sweetly.”

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“Can they please stop honking!” You mutter. The burning orange of the setting sun is shining through the trees and painting the dark asphalt in front of you as you drive by. It would be beautiful if not for the car that’s been tailgating you for five minutes now. To say you’re frustrated at the incessant sound of its honking would be an understatement, you’re sweating buckets, and you can hear your pulse in your ears. Your shoulders are tense and pulled tight towards your ears and there’s nothing you wish more than to arrive to Steve’s place. “Stevie.” You plead, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“Ignore them, you’re doing great.” Comes Steve’s easy response, but he still checks the rear-view mirror and glares at the car behind you. “Of course, it’s some dude in a truck.” You hear him mutter as he shakes his head.

“I’m sweating, I told you I can’t drive on this road yet.” You complain, rolling your shoulders back to ease the tension. “But no, you had to insist.”

“Well, you had to eventually, babe.” Steve shrugs leaning towards the window and looking at you. Then after a sigh, he adds, “Nothing’s going to happen, relax alright.”

Another loud honk helps you do the opposite.

“Tell him to fuck off.” You groan, glancing at the truck behind you. Great now he’s flicking his headlights at you. “I’m literally driving at the speed limit.”

Steve shakes his head and motions to the road ahead, where the lane splits into two. “You’re fine, look, he can drive past you now.” Right on cue the truck accelerates and drives by, letting you breathe. Your shoulders sag, and when you spot a dinner in the distance you finally relax. There’s no way you’re driving the rest of the way.

“Okay, you’re switching places with me. I’ll try again tomorrow.” You announce after a sigh.

You turn the blinker on, and perfectly park on a free spot before shutting off the car and getting out. You look at the setting summer sun and breathe in to calm down, at least you made it halfway to Steve’s. Even the shirt you’re wearing feels stifling and your back is sweaty, so you take it off, which leaves you in a black tank top. “That made me age like 70 years.”

You look to your left and find Steve looking at you in that way you both hate and secretly love. He’s leaning against the car, arms crossed in front of him, and his eyes have gone soft. They linger on you, like he loves watching you, like you’re his favourite sight. But is it him or you projecting that? What does that mean, Steve, what is this look? You shake your head and look away; he always looks so handsome in the golden hour, you can’t catch a break. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, stop apologizing.” He rolls his eyes, sounding exasperated but fond as he offers you a hug. You’re quick to step into his arms and relax against him, you stand no chance when it comes to Steve. He calls and you’ll always answer. Though you wish for nothing more than to bury your face in his neck and breathe him in, let yourself melt against him, you don’t. That it would be weird and you’re just friends. “You, okay?”

You nod against his shoulder and hug him tighter. “Yeah, I just wish I didn’t get so nervous.” It’s been like this a few days, you stopping and getting out of the car; it’s frustrating and a big blow to your confidence every time. “

“You know I don’t mind driving you, right?” Steve mumbles against your hair, his thumbs rubbing circles on your lower back. “If this is stressing you out too much we can stop, I’m happy to drive you anywhere.”

“I know that, Stevie.” You whisper as you close your eyes, deciding to tell him about your dream. “But I had a nightmare the other week, we were in the middle of nowhere, you were really hurt and I couldn’t drive you to the hospital. It was horrible but it made me realise if that happened, I wouldn’t be able to help and I don’t want that.”

“Babe.” Steve sighs, his hands pressing firmly up and down your back. “That won’t happen, it was just a bad dream.”

“I know, but in the off chance that it happens, I want to know that I can help you, Stevie.” You say, shutting your eyes tightly as the image of a hurt Steve comes back. There’s no way you’re losing him over something as simple as driving.

“Alright, we’ll see this through then.” Steve breathes out, holding you for a moment longer before he places a kiss to your temple and steps back. His beaming smile is back on his face, to ease your nerves, you’re sure; it works. “Let’s go, the ice cream’s going to melt. Good job today.”

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

“Are you sure?” You ask Steve on a Monday morning, one month of practice later you’re ready to take your driving test. Steve Harrington is offering you his car for the test.

“Of course, babe.” Steve shrugs and hands you his keys. “Let’s go get that license.”

You want to smile at him, thank him for how wonderful he’s been but there’s a sadness creeping into your heart and it casts a shadow over your joy. No more lessons after today. Steve is probably sick of you already. You, on the other hand, don’t want this to end, you want to spend more time with him. Hell, you want to spend all of your time with him. Steve notices your frown and steps closer to you, his hand reaches for yours.

“What’s wrong?” A gentle squeeze.

You let go of his hand and lie. “Nothing, I’m just nervous.” With a half-hearted chuckle you leave his side and walk towards his car. “We should get going.”

The drive towards Hawkins High is quiet, with you concentrating and ignoring your aching heart and Steve looking out his window. It’s still early and the town is quiet around you when you drive by. You’ve come so far since your first day and this is where it ends, with you coming closer to Steve after all those hours spent together –something you didn’t think could be possible. Now you’re trying to think of excuses to continue the driving lessons but come up empty handed. Maybe this was all a mistake, the worst mistake, for now your feelings are all over the place and the words I’m in love with you are on the tip of your tongue.

Your favourite song comes on the radio, and you don’t pay it any mind; you can see Steve look at you in surprise from the corner of your eye. Then, because he’s wonderful, the most wonderful and caring boy, he reaches for your hand and squeezes it tightly.

“Hey, I know you’re scared.” He says gently, “And I know me saying this doesn’t help but…”

Steve takes a deep breath, and you squeeze his hand again before he continues. “I’m not lying when I say you’re ready, so please relax this is your favourite song.”

With a quick glance at him, a grin breaks free and soon you’re laughing as Steve turns up the volume and sings loudly. “There’s a room where the light won’t find you! Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down!”

You laugh and smile and sing with him, letting nerves and aborted confessions slide off your back for now. “When they do, I’ll be right behind you!”

The two of you continue to drive like that, happy and carefree and clutching the other’s hand –like you’re unwilling to let go– until the song ends right as you arrive at the high school. Your smile is replaced by a frown and you glance at Steve as you spot the evaluator. He’s a middle-aged man wearing a plaid shirt and khaki pants, black rimmed glasses are perched on top of his nose, and a mustache sits over a deep frown. “He looks so grumpy.”

“Well, it’s 9am on a Saturday.” Steve says simply, “He probably hates you.”

Your eyes widen and you glare at your friend. “Steve!”

When he laughs you shove his shoulder and roll your eyes. Leave it to him to be a jerk when you’re already nervous. “Get out, the faster we’re done the better.”

“Okay, okay.” Steve turns on his seat to face you and his hands move to hold your face. Your next breath catches on your throat at his actions as you look into his lovely brown eyes. They’re full of faith in you, encouraging you with only one look. “Good luck.” He whispers as his thumb rubs at the apple of your cheek. Brown eyes drift down to your lips, and Steve’s face leans the tiniest bit closer to yours. Is he going to…?

Then just as fast as it happens, he’s stepping out of the car; you feel the ghost of his touch burns your skin. Not a moment later, the evaluator gets into the car.

“Seatbelt.” You mutter, watching Steve’s retreating figure head towards the bench by the entrance. Is there a tiny chance that Steve feels the same way about you?

“Let’s start.” The man next to you grumbles, snapping you back into action.

Your mind is half present on the test and half wondering about what just happened. Following your usual route through town, you come to a conclusion. Of two facts you’re absolutely sure. One: You’re hopelessly in love with Steve, and a moment ago you thought he would absolutely kiss you. The other, well the man sitting next to you hasn’t said a single word since the test started. His only instructions were Just drive. And so, you drive. Every time you try to ask something he shakes his head, so after a few turns around main street, you go back to the school.

You heave a sigh as you parallel park and shut down the engine. “Well?”

“Passed.” The evaluator hands you a slip of paper with your test without another word. You don’t care as you thank him quickly and run out of the car, towards Steve.

“Stevie!” You yell, meeting him halfway as he run towards you, and waving the piece of paper frantically. “I passed!”

“Babe! I told you so!” His arms are around you a moment later, holding you tightly and lifting you off the ground just like the day your quest for a driver’s license started. You hold onto him just as tightly, laughing against his shirt as he spins you around. “Told you, you could do it!”

When you’re back on the ground and look up at Steve, the same joy you’re feeling is shining back from his beautiful brown eyes. All the same emotions including love, in the very same way it sparkles whenever you’re looking at him. Your best friend who’s also so kind-hearted and amazing, and so devastatingly handsome, you never stood a chance against falling for him. This is who you love, who you want. The man who woke up at 6 in the morning to teach you how to drive, who chased off your fears and cheered on your wins with hugs and sweet milkshakes; the one who never once lost his temper, no matter how much you messed up. Steve who let you use his car.

“It's all thanks to you.” You whisper, hand going to his cheek and drifting upwards towards his hair. “Thank you, Stevie.”

“You know I would do anything for you.” Is all he says, his voice matching yours.

You nod, smiling a teary smile when your emotions overflow. “I love you so much, you have no idea. And I know it’s stupid but I don’t want to stop spending all that time with you just ‘cause I passed my test.”

“I think you don’t know this, but,” Steve smiles disarming you in a second as he leans closer to you. “I’m crazy about you, babe, I want to be with you all the time.”

“Really?” Your voice is breathless as you lean closer.

“Would I wake up at the crack of dawn just to see you, if I didn’t?” His lips are so close to yours you can feel your breath mingling. Then after a pause, he whispers softly, “I love you.”

Leaning up on your tiptoes you close the gap between you and kiss him. It’s a short press of lips before Steve’s hands hold your face to kiss you better, angling your faces in the perfect way to deepen the kiss. He takes your bottom lip between his, your hands run through his hair, and the brush of his lips is as soft and as urgent as you dreamed they would be. How many times have you imagined this exact moment and still be so unprepared thing. Kissing Steve is wonderful, it’s perfect, it feels like drinking stardust and glowing from within. You can tell how much both of you have wanted this from the overwhelming emotions threatening to consume you; the fact that it’s taken you so long makes you giggle against his mouth.

“What?” Steve asks against the corner of your lips, unwilling to pull away.

“Nothing,” You shake your head, stepping back and looking up at him. “I’m just so happy.”

His gaze goes impossibly softer as he looks at you, “Me too.”

A long moment later, you steal another kiss because you can, and take Steve’s hand. “Celebratory breakfast?” “You got it, beautiful.” Steve says, eyes unable to contain his affection towards you. He leads both of you back to his car, swinging your hands between your bodies. “You’re driving.”

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promenadewithme · 1 year ago

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Happy Sappy Hormones

a/n: I know, I know. I've been away for a while. but I have my last final next week and after that I'm turning off med head and turning on writer mode! I've been watching criminal minds and I'm only on s2, but I already have this MASSIVE crush on Spencer Reid. So here's a little blurb I wrote recently. It's not proofread, so forgive me for any mistakes. Pairing: Spencer Read x profiler! you (no use of y/n) Warnings: slightly smutty, but nothing graphic. next chapter is going to be graphic af. um.. let me think... one bed trope, overnight stay at an in, pre-sex, all that tension (at least I aimed for it lol) and pining. Word Count: I have no idea

Am I sweating? I think I’m sweating. How the hell am I supposed to sleep next to this man? Fuck this stupid inn for having only one room with one bed. How cliche of them.

I peek at him and he’s looking up, head against the wall. Spencer swallows, throat bobbing up and down. He has such a nice profile, sharp nose and jawline, the most pronounced cheekbones you will ever see in real life, brows that always seem to be furrowed in thought, pillowy lips that I can’t help but picture against my own. And that hair… Those fluffy chocolate waves that beg for my fingers to mess up.

He’s soft but manly. Angelic heart with a dark mind.

I rake my eyes across his face once more and notice that a bit of a stubble has grown since this morning. What would that feel like brushing against my neck? Better yet, what would they feel like between my thighs while he-

Nope, too far. I have gone too far.

A blush creeps up my neck to my cheeks. Sleep is the last thing on my mind right now.

“Did you know that sharing a bed is actually good for your health?” he blurbs out, still looking at the ceiling.

So he’s uncomfortable too. Great.

“How so?” I ask, playing with the hem of my shirt.

“It releases serotonin, dopamine and oxytocin.” he states matter of factly.

“The golden trio of happy sappy hormones.” I quip.

“Something like that” he smirks, giving me a quick look before continuing. “Our pituitary glands transform serotonin into melatonin, which is the hormone that controls our sleep. That’s why cuddling in general makes you sleepy. Serotonin is also known as the ‘happy hormone’ because it’s a mood stabiliser, but it’s more than that. It regulates body temperature, improves memory and aids learning.”

I feel Spencer’s body slowly relax into the mattress as he speaks, so I spur him on.

“Is that so?” I say, trying to hide how much his intelligence affects me.

This man could open a book on gut microbiota, read it to me outloud and it would still be like dirty talk to me.

“Yes.” he smiles timidly and scooches closer, turning his body in my direction.

“What about dopamine?” I ask before I let my mind wander again.

“Dopamine is the reward chemical, it’s the rush you feel when you get a good grade or when you eat or sleep.And it’s um…” he pauses and starts playing with the sheets between us “It’s also released when you’re sexually attracted to someone.”

“Oh.” I say in almost a whisper. I must be releasing a lot of that lately.

“Yeah.” he says, taking the hem of my shirt from my grasp and toying with it himself. “It also causes our body's physiological reaction to attraction.”

His finger brushes against my stomach, leaving goosebumps in its wake and making my pulse skyrocket.

“Which reactions?” I ask but the air seems too shallow, there’s not enough oxygen in my lungs.

He finally looks at me and my breathing stops. His hazel eyes bore into mine like they can see my soul. I’m afraid he knows how much I want him, I’m afraid he’ll see how much I wish he would drift his hand further down until he reaches the part of me that wants him the most.

He lifts his hand to my face and trails a shaky finger down my cheek and neck before saying “Like blushing,” his hand trails softly down my arm and my skin pebbles up where he touched “Goosebumps,” he makes it to my wrist and presses down on my artery “quickened heartbeat,” he bows his head and kisses my hand softly, never taking his eyes from mine “the effect of dopamine is obsessive and almost drug-like, you can’t stay away from the person you love and you don’t want to either.”

I can’t breathe. I feel myself shifting closer to him and my attention is fully on his lips. Those lips that never stop moving and I never want them to. Except, right now, I want them moving against mine.

“What about oxytocin?” I whisper, forcing myself to look at his eyes, his gorgeous hazel eyes.

“The love hormone.” he mumbles, bringing his hand to my neck while his thumb strokes my cheek. “It’s released in mothers during labour and when in contact with their newborn, but also during sex.”

We are so close that I can see the faint freckles that dust his nose, I’d never noticed them before.

“Any benefits?” I ask, spreading my hands on his chest. He’s so warm.

His voice is low and husky when he answers.

“Lowers your blood pressure and cortisol levels,” his nose brushes against mine and I look at his lips again “reduces stress.”

“That’s um…” What was I saying again? His lips brush against mine once. Twice. “That’s nice.”

He dips down once more and captures my lips in a slow kiss, like he’s testing the waters. I sigh and my arms make their way around his neck. Spencer darts his tongue out and takes a quick swipe at my bottom lip, I let him in. When his tongue brushes against mine tentatively, his chest rumbles with his low groan and I sink into his arms.

He grabs my left leg and throws it over his hips so I’m straddling him. I feel his erection between my legs and moan into the kiss. My hands go up to his hair and his locks are even softer than I thought they would be.

I pull back only slightly “I think we’ve been very stressed lately.”

He nods and kisses me again before saying “Only benefits can come from this.”

“Yeah, we’re just taking care of our health, right?”

We stare at each other, panting in unison.

I shouldn’t do this, this will only complicate things. But how can I think of that when he’s looking at me like I’m the hottest woman on earth? How can I think this is wrong when I’ve wanted this for so long? When his soft hair is disheveled by my touch, his mouth swollen from my kiss, his pupils dilated with lust for me, making his hazel eyes dark.

Just once, I get the chance to do something for me, something that will make me feel good with someone that makes me feel good and seen and beautiful.

Fuck it.

I lick my lips and bring his face towards mine in the hottest kiss I have ever had.

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PROLOGUE HAD BEEN POSTED!

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds

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the-hexfiles · 2 years ago

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Grace (Crosshair x F!OC)

Chapter Two: Tooka Tattoos

Rating: Mature

Content: ANGSTY af, but also fluffy because Cross needs some softness. First Person Narrative with now-named-narrator (but could still be read as x Reader if you want) Chapter dives into narrator's tattoos, scars, and past so TW: previous DV / SA survivor. PTSD, Blood, accidental harm (It's a small section of this fic, but I don't want anyone to be unpleasantly surprised.)

But there's also (Cat)Dad!Crosshair/Domestic!Crosshair so don't hate me.

Word Count: 3,640

A/N: I'm committed to their story now so there's much more to come. But I'm not ready to post a schedule, so if you wanna know when I publish, message me to be added to the taglist? Cause that's a thing I have now thanks to @stunkbiggu

Soundtrack: Still by Daughter

Previously... Next...

Crosshair let go of my hips. His hands slid all the way up my naked back to my shoulders, thumbs running along my spine as he went. He lowered to lay himself across my body, his hands massaging my arms, working his way towards my hands which still white knuckled the bed spread. He laced his fingers with mine and kissed my shoulders then my head, both of us sweaty and breathing heavily. He shifted his hips slightly, jostling my legs, making me flinch. I felt him smile against my skin, “What’s the matter?” he asked, tapping my foot with his, making me flinch again. I started to laugh, trying to sit up with him still laying across my back, but as my feet touched the floor the tingling sensation shot up both legs into my hips. He started trailing a hand back down the side of my body.

“Cross, don’t you dare,” I said, trying to wiggle out from under him, but he pressed his entire body weight into me, hand continuing towards my legs. “Crosshair, bad, no,” I growled, trying to playfully smack his hand away from my legs.

He snickered to himself, then stood up, picked me up by my waist and tossed me fully on the bed, sending shocks through my legs as blood flow returned. I rolled onto my back laughing and he crawled between my legs, squeezing up both legs teasingly before he laid on top of me, his arms tucked under me, and I wrapped my tingling legs around his hips. I kissed his temple and he sighed into the curve of my neck.

“I’m starting to think you only like that position because my legs fall asleep,” I said, running my nails over his fuzzy scalp and back.

“Just a bonus."

A shadow moved across the window, stopping for a moment before loudly knocking on the glass.

“Five credits, it's Tech,” I said, staring up at the ceiling.

“I have tried knocking on the front door several times, this is a rather urgent matter,” Tech’s voice called through the window. I sat up under Crosshair’s weight, and my gaze immediately caught the goggled eyes looking into the window.

“We know, we’re trying to ignore you,” I shouted from the bed.

“Ah yes, you appear to be in a um – compromising position. We will wait for you by the door,” he said before his shadow moved back towards the front of the house.

“Close the curtains please,” I said, flopping back into the bed.

“He’s seen my ass before,” he said before kissing my neck a few times.

“Oh so you’re okay with him seeing my ass?”

Crosshair groaned as he got up, closing the curtains then pulling me up to walk to the refresher to get cleaned up. He threw on a set of clothes from my dresser, popped a toothpick in his mouth, and tossed me one of his shirts and some clean pants. I opened the front door and gasped in absolute giddiness when I saw what was curled up in Omega’s hands. Crosshair rushed behind me, then his eyes caught what I was reaching for.

A small, brown, neonatal tooka was sleeping, bundled up in a spare set of blacks. I rushed Omega to the loveseat, ignoring the rest of the Batch as they filed in.

“Wrecker found it when we were running a job with Phee. You were the first person we thought of,” Hunter said, sitting in the chair, looking at me and Omega doting on the small fuzzy form. Wrecker leaned on the back of the couch, while Echo and Tech each sat on an arm of the loveseat. I smiled, petting the tooka between its little ears, “Thanks for thinking of me.”

“Why is that your only color piece?” Omega asked.

“It's for my siblings,” I smiled, as I rolled up the shirt sleeve on my left arm so she could take a look at the tattoo that went from my wrist to my elbow: in a blue and purple galaxy, six, different-sized tookas played with the different planets of my home system.

Omega beamed up at me excitedly, “Do you have a picture of them?”

I hesitated and looked to Crosshair who squeezed onto the couch behind me and was petting the tooka making it purr. He gave me his it’s-up-to-you-shrug. I nodded and went into the bedroom. I took a deep breath and opened my closet. In the back corner was the backpack I brought with me to Pabu, one of the only things that didn't get washed away in the tsunami. I grabbed two flat-holos from the backpack and brought them into the living room. Omega gave Crosshair the bundled Tooka and curled up into me. I handed her the first picture. Wrecker gasped behind me, “Oh maker! Look at you!”

I was the oldest child, twelve years old at the time, and holding my two year old brother on my hip. My very pregnant mother was sitting in a chair, holding my six year old brother in her lap. My twin brothers were five, standing to her left and right, each holding a small tooka. My brothers looked more like my mother than I did, with brown hair and hazel eyes. My blonde hair was chin length and pulled back, a few curls fell in front of my face that my brother held onto with his little fist. We were all smiling, but I certainly looked the happiest.

“I only see five children in this photo, and you appear to only have brothers, yet you refer to them as siblings. Do you not have a picture with the youngest after she was born?” Tech asked over my shoulder.

“Keila didn’t make it,” I said plainly, “She still deserved a place on my skin.” Crosshair placed his unoccupied hand on my thigh, giving it a light squeeze. He’d seen the pictures, and he knew their stories.

Echo picked up the holo I had put on the caf table and handed it to me: “And this your father?”

My father and I looked almost exactly alike. I was eighteen, standing behind him kissing his cheek, arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders. He was holding my left hand, looking up from his workbench with a surprised smile. We both looked worse for wear in our dirty jumpsuits. My father had started to look very sick by then, thin hair, dark circles under his gray eyes, face slightly sunken in. My curls were falling from my braids, there was a bruise along my left cheekbone and jaw. My right hand was bandaged. The scars from those injuries would later be covered by tattooed vines, flowers and snakes winding their way up my arm to my neck, strategically covering other marks from various accidents and incidents.

“Who did you get into a fight with?” Wrecker asked, amused and pointing to me in the photo.

“A hyperdrive,” I said quickly. From the corner of my eye I saw Tech and Echo exchange glances.

Hunter reached over and took the holo of my father and I to look at it. “Are your parents still alive?”

“My dad died a couple months after that picture was taken. My mom, I don’t know. I haven’t spoken to anyone since I got here.” I said as I took the holo back from him and walked into the bedroom, tucking them back in the backpack. “Let’s get some supplies for the little one,” I called from the bedroom before closing the closet door.

In the market, Omega walked next to me, looking down at the fuzzy bundle in her arms, occasionally looking up at me. I waited until she found the bravery to speak:

“Cerri?” My name was a quiet mumble from her lips.

“What’s wrong, Sunpetal?” I asked, smiling down at her.

“What were your parents like?” She asked, looking like she was about to cry.

“Well, my mom loved animals. She was so compassionate towards little creatures. She was the one who took in the tookas in that picture. She just…” I had to word the next part carefully. “She had a hard time with people. She loved us, but after giving birth, she would get so sad, so detached. I got to see a happy mom for a couple years. But my brothers were all so close together in age, she had a miscarriage before the twins, then Keila…Dad and I did our best with them, but mom couldn’t connect with us. Doesn’t mean I don’t love her any less.”

“What about your dad?”

“I miss him dearly. He was a mechanic, worked on ships and speeders. When I got older I would go to work with him to help out. We made a great team, both at work and taking care of our family. Watching him love my mom so unconditionally, I knew...” I choked on the last part, rubbing my thighs as I looked around at a booth we stopped at. Crosshair walked up behind me and grabbed my hand. I continued: “Uh, he loved music too. We used to sing together in the shop, sharing all the music we found with each other. As he was dying, he asked for one last song. It’s not a happy memory, but it’s very precious.”

Omega handed Crosshair the tooka before wrapping her arms around me, holding me tight. He gave me a quick kiss on the temple before paying for the few things we needed to take care of our fuzzy new addition to the family.

I was lying between Crosshair’s legs, my back against his chest as we laid on the couch later that evening. He rested his head against mine, both of us watching the little tooka’s ears wiggle as she sucked the bottle. He ran his hands over my thighs, feeling the scars through my sweats. He moved his hands up, one under my shirt to cup my breast and one started sliding under the waistband of my pants. He started kissing my neck as he slipped his hand a little further into my panties. I giggled as I stopped his hand:

“She’s trying to eat and Hunter will be back any minute with Omega and Lyana.”

He rolled his eyes and removed his hands from under my clothes, “Why are they staying here tonight?”

“They want to cuddle the little one. Besides, this is my house. You can go back to the Marauder if it bothers you,” I said teasingly, handing him the empty bottle to put on the caf table.

“All my clothes are here,” he said “There’s not a lot of room for me there anyway.”

“Are you telling me you moved in without asking?” I said laughing, turning to look at him.

“I haven’t brought my weapons kit yet,” he said, folding the plush blanket we decided to use for the tooka so Hunter could have his blacks back. “You haven’t seemed to mind that I've been here every night for the last three weeks.”

“Not even a little bit,” I said leaning in for a kiss.

“Good. The kit should fit under–” He said as he leaned in to me.

I pulled away with a grin just before our lips touched, “Not until you actually ask me,” I said. He pulled back and narrowed his eyes at me. “We never even labeled this,” I said, gesturing between the two of us, “Now you’re moving in? I want you to at least ask.”

He picked up the tooka and held it up, “We just adopted this together,” He swaddled the whining tooka up in the blanket, put it in my arms and kissed me. “There’s your fucking label. As for–”

“I heard that!” Omega’s voice called through the door, followed by Lyana’s giggling.

Crosshair got up off the couch to open the door and let the two girls and Hunter in, arguing to Omega that ‘it doesn’t count because she heard through the door’. I put the kitten in Lyana’s hands and led the girls to the bedroom. Hunter put their things down at the foot of the bed and watched with a smile as the girls crawled up into the fresh bed sheets giggling and fawning over the little one.

“She needs a name!” Omega said excitedly.

“Kit. Her name is Kit.” I said, winking at Crosshair.

Hunter said goodnight to the girls and closed the door behind him. He stayed for a while and talked with us until it was obvious from the lack of giggles and whispers that Lyana and Omega had fallen asleep. After Hunter left, Crosshair leaned back into the sofa, feet on the table, one hand in my hair, the other holding mine. I laid awake with my head in his lap, my past replaying in my mind, and my free hand tracing the straight scars on my thigh. His soft voice broke my train of thought:

“Can I move in with you?”

***

I felt a hand on my clothed stomach and startled awake.

“Easy, cyare, it’s me,” Crosshair’s voice was gentle in the dark, as he tried to pull me closer to him by my shirt but I shifted out of his reach and got out of bed.

“Cerri?”

“Go back to sleep, Cross.” My voice was shaking.

It was the third day of broken sleep and nightmares. Crosshair woke up every so many hours to try to take care of Kit, but I had already been awake every time. He tried to get me to nap before work, but I could only sleep for an hour or two at a time before I woke up in a sweat or he startled me awake mid-dream. The last two nights I went to sleep in a shirt and shorts, and picking up on my shift, he was sleeping in his boxers. Every nightmare was bad, but that one felt too real. I tried to breathe slowly and filled a glass with water. I heard Crosshair get out of bed and start walking into the kitchen.

My nineteenth birthday: Dad died. He helped get mom and the boys settled in for the night. Then left me alone in our bedroom till morning, to go sleep with some other, happier, girl.

‘Why did you stay?’

The question everyone had asked me. I leaned over the kitchen counter and started to cry, my lungs on fire.

Screaming at each other in the kitchen: He came home to me crying, but didn’t want to come home to my ‘bullshit’. I threw a muffin pan at his head. He slapped my face.

‘It’s all my fault.’

The same words, same images repeating over and over in my head, every old feeling burrowing under my skin.

My face shoved into a pillow: I’d told him no. But that makes me a bad partner. My body is his to fuck as he pleases, I don’t get a say.

‘You asked for it.’

The sudden rush of my mother’s voice in my mind flared the old rage inside of me and I threw the glass at the lower cabinets, shattering it across the kitchen floor around me. I started to scream, curling up into myself on the kitchen floor, glass cutting into my knees as I sobbed uncontrollably. I kneeled there screaming and crying, muscles aching and gasping for breath between sobs. I felt arms around me, and I started sobbing “no” and “let me go” over and over.

“I need to get you off the floor,” Crosshair whispered in my ears as he picked me up. He carried me over to the loveseat before leaving me there, crying into my bloody knees.

As I tired myself out, I focused on the world around me again. I heard glass being swept up behind me. After hearing the clatter of glass in the trash, the bedroom door opened. Kit was crying out loudly, the crying getting louder as Crosshair carried her over to me. “You woke the baby,” he said, nudging the bundle of blanket and tooka into my arms. I started crying again, feeling overwhelmed and nauseous from my outburst, and feeling guilty for waking Crosshair and Kit. I took her and started petting her to settle her down. After a moment, the refresher light clicked on, blinding me briefly. Kit’s cries settled into purring as she fell back to sleep. Crosshair kneeled in front of me, setting a medkit on the sofa next to me.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, trying to meet my gaze. I nodded, still looking down at Kit. He gently pulled my legs down so that I was sitting normally on the sofa. He cleaned the cuts on my knees and applied bacta patches while I sat there silently crying, trying to settle down. He closed up the medkit and set it on the caf table before sitting on the opposite side of the loveseat. I looked over at him. He looked confused and pained, but kept his distance, sitting facing me with his arm stretched across the back of the sofa towards me. I cuddled Kit close and started sobbing apologies. He tugged on my shirt and I relented, curling up into him, letting him hold me close, alternating between rubbing my back and playing with my hair.

“Aurren?” He asked softly. I looked up at him, mortified. “You’ve said his name once or twice in your sleep,” he said quietly. I cried:

“I’ve never had someone make me feel so angry, so miserable, so worthless. He made sure everything was my fault. And I let it go, blaming the marks on a slip up at the shop. Every night he manipulated and guilted me into bed... I didn’t understand the disgust and violation I felt after sex with him. I always let it go because he was always there for me, like Dad was there for Mom. And I was getting so moody, I started to see myself in her. I was such a fucking idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot,” he whispered against my skin. Crosshair wiped my face with his thumb, “How did you get out?”

I shook at the memory of the night. He stopped wiping away my tears for a moment and looked at me with wide eyes.

“He got so angry. Then I got angry and he didn’t like that. I was pretty bloody by the end of it.” I mindlessly rubbed the fading scar along my left cheekbone. “I tried to go home that night but Mom...” I sobbed and pushed away her words. “I took the holos, cut my hair, and changed my name. Tattoos came later. I was hiding on different planets for two years before I was connected with a group of abuse survivors who helped me get to Pabu.” I looked up at him.

He kissed my forehead, letting his lips linger. I paused for a moment, enjoying the feeling of lips to my skin.

“Are you gonna leave me?” I said choking on the words.

“You haven’t left me,” He pulled his face away to look at me, “We have a child together, I’m not going anywhere.” He let a playful smile tug at his lips.

I started to laugh, looking down at Kit, wiping my tears off the top of her head, making her purr again. “It’s just a tooka, Cross, it’s not that serious.”

He kissed from my temple, down my jaw to my lips and kissed me passionately.

“It is to me,” he whispered when he pulled away so we could catch our breaths. I smiled but a yawn took me by surprise. He grinned, picked me up off the loveseat, and carried me into the bedroom. He laid me on the bed and tucked Kit into her little box next to his side of the bed before sliding in next to me. I cuddled into his side and fell asleep within a few minutes.

When I woke up, Crosshair’s side of the bed was empty and the bedroom door was closed. The sunlight around the closed curtains had a gray tint as I listened to rain patter against the glass. I laid there for a while before I got up. I opened the door and saw six faces turn to look at me. Crosshair was in the kitchen with Omega, holding Kit and feeding her, while the other Batchers occupied the few seats I had around my house. Everyone’s eyes looked down at my bare legs. Crosshair went back to feeding Kit, while the others admired the tattoos on my legs they had never seen before: The large, sketched and shaded Starbird that covered the scars on the front of my left thigh. My right thigh had a mountain range against a night sky, with three moons in different phases. The outside of my right calf had a skeleton playing a viol, flowers laced between the bones.

“Nice ink,” Hunter said, his eyes lingering on my calf.

“Good evening, Cerri!” Omega called as she ran up to give me a hug.

Echo started to ask about my knees, but Crosshair shot him a dirty look.

“Evening? What time is it?” I asked as I walked over to Tech and looked over his shoulder at his data pad. I looked at Crosshair in a panic. He and I were supposed to be at work an hour earlier.

“Cross!” I shouted, startling Kit and Tech at the sudden noise.

“It’s fine, I commed Joy. You’re off tomorrow too,” he said quietly.

I started to protest, but Crosshair just walked over and handed me Kit.

“I’m working tomorrow, don’t worry about credits.” He started to push me and Omega towards the loveseat. I started to protest again but he whispered in my ear:

“Cuddle the baby, and let me love you.”

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15button · 18 days ago

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Matching Tees for Dog and Dog Parent – 15 Buttons Style

Let’s face it—we’re all a little obsessed with our dogs. Okay, a lot. They’re not just pets; they’re family, mood-boosters, fur therapists, and sometimes, better-dressed than we are. So when it comes to casual dogwear, why not give your pup the comfort and style they deserve?

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Why Dress Your Dog in a T-Shirt Anyway?

It’s not just for the aesthetic (although—come on—have you seen a Dachshund in a tie-dye tee?). Dog T-shirts have legit benefits that go way beyond cute photo ops.

Here’s the lowdown:

Temperature regulation: Small, short-haired, or senior dogs can catch a chill faster than you can say “walkies.” A light T-shirt adds a comfy layer of warmth without overheating.

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Plus, let’s not forget the most obvious reason: they look adorable AF.

The Casual Tee Vibe – Not Overdressed, Just Right

There’s something about a dog in a casual tee that screams “I’m chill but I care about my appearance.” It’s the pawfect in-between look. Not formal, not naked. Just cool, comfy, and confident.

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We’re talking:

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A Fit for Every Fluffy (or Not-So-Fluffy) Frame

Dog bodies are not all made the same—and thank goodness, or how boring would that be? A greyhound’s sleek, elegant form has very different needs than a sausage-shaped Corgi or a beefy little Frenchie.

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We’re about clothes that move with your dog—not restrict them. Because zoomies are serious business.

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Solid Basics – For when your dog’s personality does all the talking. Think neutral tones with clean lines and a comfy fit.

Pop Culture Prints – Because if you and your dog both love retro cartoons or iconic logos, why not share the love?

And yes—matching human options are available. Because twinning with your dog is not just acceptable; it’s basically a lifestyle choice.

Everyday Comfort, Not Just for Special Days

One of the biggest myths about pet fashion? That it’s just for holidays, photoshoots, or bougie events. Nope. The right casual dog tee is made for everyday adventures:

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Random neighborhood struts (you know the ones)

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Pro Tips for Choosing the Right Casual Tee

Let’s wrap up with a few pointers from the pros (that’s us, obviously):

Measure before you click – Chest, back length, and neck. Don’t just guess.

Think seasonally – Go lighter in summer, layerable in winter.

Go for the vibe – Does it match your dog’s personality? If yes, it’s a win.

Easy on, easy off – If your dog hates sleeves, go for a tank cut.

Stock up – One tee is never enough. Trust us. It becomes an addiction.

In Conclusion: It’s Not Just Fashion, It’s Love

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theidiotwhowritesthings · 2 years ago

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A FRESH START [drabble]

[a/n: I was a useless little writer today, but at last minute I remembered that since it was Mother's Day little Grogu might wanna celebrate with his Ma. Also, sorry for no tags. Tumblr was a bitch about it. I might actually have to cut the taglist in half but I'll let y'all know before I do if that happens.]

Din Djarin x Female!Reader

Warnings: none, just pure fluffy fluff

Word Count: 655

Summary: Happy Ma Day!

No significant spot in the 'AFS' timeline, just random fluff.

#??: HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, LOVE MA

After bringing Grogu home from school, he dragged his book bag to his and his father’s room with a little pep in his step and you watched him go with a small chuckle. You turned your attention to straightening the kitchen while also cutting up some fruit for Grogu’s after school snack. Right before you could call out for him, you watched him bounce into the room and onto the counter. In his hands was a folded piece of paper.

“What do you got there, baby?” You questioned.

“Ma.” Grogu beamed and held the paper out to you. “Ma!”

You took the paper from him and realized it was a handmade card. On the front written in Grogu’s familiar, messy scrawl were the words, ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ above a big, red heart that was drawn on the front with paint. Your eyes widened in surprise and opened the card to see a picture Grogu had drawn of you and him. In the drawing, the two of you were hugging.

“Love Ma.” Grogu hummed and pointed to the card. You knew the holiday was coming up and that the school would be doing something, but you hadn’t given it a second thought.

“Oh, baby.” You set the card down and pulled Grogu into a tight hug. He nuzzled his head into your neck. “I love you too, baby.”

When you finally separated, Grogu snatched the bowl of fruit you made him before bouncing away. Meanwhile, you couldn’t stop staring at the adorable card as tears pricked at your eyes and your lips curled into the stupidest, silliest grin.

Din was able to make his way home early and looked forward to being able to spend a little extra time with his family. He breezed into the house⏤ through the foyer and into the kitchen. His mouth opened to call out for you or Grogu, but the sound of your soft cries made his heart stop.

“Ner kar’ta??” Din gasped. You were leaning on the kitchen counter with your hands pressed to your cheeks, eyes rimmed red. He bolted to the other side of the room to pull you into his arms. His first few panicked words slipped out in Mando’a before he swapped to Basic, “What happened? Are you alright?”

“Grogu⏤”

Din stiffened, “Grogu? Is he⏤”

“He’s fine.” You sniffled and shook your head. Din watched as your lips curled up into a smile as a shuddering laugh left your lips. “Look. He made me this card.” You motioned down to the counter where a piece of paper sat. Din read the front before flipping it open to examine the insides. The drawing made him chuckle under his breath. “It’s for mother’s day. Grogu made me a mother’s day card.”

Din’s chuckle turned into a relieved, shaky laugh, “Oh, ner kar’ta. You scared the hell out of me.”

“I’m sorry.” You shook your head and fanned your face with your hands as if you were trying to bite back even more tears. Maker, you were adorable. He lifted a hand to cup the side of your face. You sniffled again. “I know I’m being stupid and overly emotional about this⏤”

Din shook his head. “Don’t apologize.” He leaned forward to tap his forehead against yours. “I’m not as surprised as you seem to be by this gift though.” Din rubbed your back. “How about I make dinner for us tonight? You sit back and relax, Ma.”

You nodded and picked up the card with a teary laugh. “I’m gonna hang this in my room so I can look at it every single day forever.” You motioned toward the hall. “I’m also gonna go find your son so I can smother him in kisses.”

Din could hear Grogu’s babbling mingle with your voice as you found him in the hall. He leaned against the counter and quietly corrected your words to himself. “Our son, ner kar’ta.”

mando'a translation

ner kar'ta: my heart

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bbyquokka · 3 years ago

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Hello! 🌸 I’m new to your blog and just binge - read all your writings and you’re just so amazing in every way!

I was thinking of requesting a felix x fem reader (fluffy and suggestive) where you visit him at his dorm room and you guys end up just fully making out, dry humping and just squeezing and caressing each others bodies. Also you are usually quite the shy type but your soft dom side came out, especially when felix looked so good that day 🤭🥰

welcome to my blog and im glad you binge read my stuff ;-; thank you for your lovely compliment! 💞 here is your request, i hope its what you wanted. pls lemme know your thoughts and opinions – i welcome all feedback!

⌢ : ⤹ 🔥 i need you

→ PAIRING: Lee Felix x fem!reader

→ GENRE: college!au | smut | MDNI

→ SYNOPSIS: felix becomes consumed with neediness and desperation for you.

→ WORDS: 0.6k

→ have a request? send it to me here. read my rules to learn about my guidelines before submitting requests!

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

→ m.list — → you can also read it on my ao3

"I've missed you so much." Felix says through laboured breaths. His lips attack every inch of your neck, face and lips. You laugh softly, holding onto his shoulders with your legs either side, straddling him.

"I've missed you too, lix." You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging at the soft locks as his lips lock onto yours in a heated kiss. You had a free period, it's supposed to be a study period but you took the time to visit your boyfriend.

His dorm is empty, his roommates all in their designated classes, so it's just you and him and who knows what the two of you could get up to. You haven't seen him for a few days due to your classes clashing with each other. When you have free periods, he has class and vice versa.

"You're so fucking beautiful to me. Fuck! You're driving me insane, y/n." He inhales your sickly sweet scent, the smell of vanilla and strawberry hitting his nostrils, clouding his mind. You hum, biting his neck softly in various places.

The intense amount of lust clouding over you both in a thick cloud, your nerves shaking with desire and adrenaline, hands shaking.

"Mine. All mine." He whimpers softly, desperately trying to inhale more of your sickly sweet scent that he is so addicted to.

"Am i all yours, baby girl?" You hum softly, tilting his chin up to make him look at you. His eyes are glossy, filled with lust and desire for you and only you. His bottom lip sticks out in a pout as he nods.

"Always." He whispers. You press your lips against his, lips moving together in a slow but heated fashion. The intent for more to happen behind the kiss, the urge to rip off each other's clothing itching the tips of your fingers.

Felix desperately takes your t-shirt off, throwing it on the floor. His hands fumbling with your bra clasp, desperate to take it off.

"Lix." He looks up at you, biting his bottom lip, "Take it slow, sunshine."

"S-Sorry. It's just been so long since I last saw you." He whispers, flustered but manages to take deep breaths to calm himself down.

"I know, but I'm not going anywhere." You purr, reaching behind and taking your bra off. You let it fall off your shoulders and down your arms, Felix eyeing your breasts like a lion that's found it's next meal.

"Fuck." He deeply groans. He grabs you, flipping you over on your back. You laugh softly, watching him strip himself of his own clothing before kneeling between your legs. You extend your arms out to your needy boyfriend, smirking.

"C'mere, my darling angel." Felix whimpers, leaning down and kissing your lips messily and desperately. You hum in the kiss, wrapping your legs loosely around his waist. He presses his clothed boner against your core, slowly starting to rock his hips against you.

His clothed member rubs against the material of your panties, his tip gently nudging your clit. You hum, bucking your hips upwards to match his movements. Felix buries his head in your neck, soft and desperate pants fan against your neck. Slowly, he starts to hump you, desperate evident in his whimpers. He grips onto the bed sheets, bundling them up in his fists by your head. His body slowly coating in a thin layer of sweat, his movement erratic and needy.

"y/n–" his voice strained, hips bucking and humping in a desperate fashion.

"Are you my good baby girl, lix?" He whimpers, nodding his head. His eyes flutter close, his breathing erratic and desperate. You chuckle softly, your slick soaking your panties and folds.

"Want you… Need you." Felix pants against your neck.

"You want me, darling?" You coo

"So badly. Please." He lifts himself up by pushing himself up on his hands, his eyes fluttering open. Glossy and begging.

"I'm here for the taking, baby girl."

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dabistit · 3 years ago

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A huge request! Headcanon of the brothers if the Mc rarely smiles or talked. However, once they get used to mc.. they learn she is VERY talkative, and notice she had a lisp that the mc is emeressed of.

Cold Mc who is secretly talkative and has a lisp ¨̮

Warnings: spoilers of lesson 16 on Belphie and Beels part otherwise none it’s fluffy :)

(also I’m so sorry I forgot about the lisp part till I started writing asmos part ☹ also I’m sorry it took awhile I’ve been traveling a lot)

Features: our favorite demon brothers from obey me ♡

Vibe: fluff

𓂃Lucifer𓂃

At first Lucifer didn’t have much of an opinion over you. He found it calming that there was someone else who seemed calmer than his brothers.

Though it did slightly get on his nerves when you chose to answer in only nods to his questions or barely give much of a response.

Once you had been in devildom for awhile Lucifer began to grow used to your behavior and often found comfort in it.

In Lucifer’s VERY very short break time from his paperwork he would often leave the door open to his study after finding you in there one day reading a book.

Now it’s become a regular thing for you and Lucifer to sit together in his study with some of his old vintage records lightly playing.

From him telling you when he needed to leave it ended up with you guys finding similar interests and having small conversations.

Lucifer didn’t fully notice how talkative you were with him because he was too engrossed with his paperwork and the soft music playing.

He still payed attention to the things you said often letting out a light chuckle.

From Lucifer growing used to this new change he felt himself become more open with you.

Lucifer doesn’t full notice the change until he heard Mammon speaking to Levi in the hallway about how he heard you guys joking around in his office.

Of course after Mammons punishment Lucifer took in the things Mammon had said.

After hearing this Lucifer still remained the same but couldn’t help but feel prideful that he’s the one you seem the most comfortable with. ❤️

𓂃 Mammon 𓂃

To be honest Mammon was unsure about you. He often thought in the beginning that maybe you thought you were better than him. But as he saw you were the same around anyone else he started trying to grow more used to it.

A little terrified cause you’re kinda like Lucifer

Mammon still stayed the same around you though sometimes he would be make some comments about how quiet you were but not to be mean.

He’s adapted to your calm nature pretty fast since he’s been with Lucifer his whole life. But Lucifer is a scary calm in Mammons opinion .

As you guys grew closer and it was really only Mammon talking most of the time and he started to feel kinda sad cause he was quick to realize he’s never seen you smile. :(

He honestly became a little protective over you but still bullies you out of love

It’s honestly like were he’s the only one who can make fun of you. no one else. or he’ll get upset

>:(

You grew used to Mammons chaotic behavior and gave him small smiles or chuckled at him.

This made the man blushhhhhhh

Stuttering all day.

And actually behaved a lot better that day that it honestly made everyone nervous if he’s planning something.

In the end Mammons a crackhead and you’re his cold human to bully ♡

𓂃Leviathan 𓂃

NERVOUS AF WHEN HE MEETS YOU.

Now Levi is just a nervous reck most of the time but honestly he didn’t expect the new human exchange student to be so intimidating.

Levi is going to be the type of person who you have to approach first no matter who you are.

It started with Lucifer asking for you to go get Levi for cooking duty.

You knocked on his door waiting patiently for Levi to answer.

Levi feeling tired from pulling a bunch of all nighters didn’t seem to care for his password in the moment and chose to answer the door instead.

seeing you outside his door woke him up.

LOTS OF STUTTERING.

REMEMBERING SEVERAL CHARACTERS YOU REMIND HIM OF.

if you thought Mammon was bad Levi’s worse.

But don’t blame the poor guy :( interacting with people is just not his thing.

Overall in the beginning Levi is just a teeny tiny bit intimated by you 🤏

But you were quick to pick up that Levi genuinely is a good guy and isn’t that bad to be around.

So you started to go to his room more often making up quick excuses only to end up playing some of his games with him.

Levi when you first played with him: 😱😳

He began to grow more confident to be social around you but he was quick to notice any changes in your behavior

At first he was unsure of the changes but when he lost dramatically in one of his games and you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh Levi’s heart went 📈📉📈📉📈📉

GETS BUTTERFLIES IN HIS STOMACH

A game that Levi introduced you to that’s only available in the devildom you got really hooked on it.

When you guys were debating a controversial topic in the game he noticed how you were matching his energy, rambling about that game together all night

You ended up being late to RAD the next day

𓂃Satan 𓂃

Now Satan is another like Lucifer who is unbothered by your quiet nature though he is curious about the new exchange student.

Satan was quiet around you usually only asking questions about the human world or asking if you would like to study together

You both honestly thought the other was kind of interesting

You guys mainly started speaking when running into each other at the library.

Satan was just looking for a new book and you were looking for some peace in this new chaotic environment.

You didn’t fully see each other as you were mindlessly looking at the book curiously while Satan skimmed them to make sure he found the right book.

You both stopped on the same book now acknowledging each other’s presence.

Satan turned to look at you shocked from another’s presence in the library.

Seeing it was just you he offered you a small smile.

He quickly questioned if you were looking for the same book and shook your head no in response, quietly telling him you were just looking.

Satan took this as his opportunity to get to know the new exchange student and grabbed his book while walking around the different parts of the library with you giving you a summary of each book.

You only responded in nods or quiet responses but found it almost cute how he seemed to know every book in the library

So the others weren’t joking about him being a huge book worm.

Though you honestly still believed that before this as he always seemed like such an intelligent guy

He offered for you guys to meet up every once and awhile to discuss new books and it kinda became your thing to meet up together ¨̮

The more this happened the more closer you guys grew together and you became more open with the demon

You honestly were shocked this guy was the avatar of wrath.

Satans heart warmed at the small smiles you would make and the light laughs you would let out at a funny point in the books

He grew used to the slightly more open side of you and opened up to you about some of his own struggles

Satan was quick to notice how you were excitedly ramblings about a part of the book and smiled feeling butterflies in his stomach

𓂃Asmodeus𓂃

Asmo has met many people like you so he wasn’t bothered by your quietness

But seeing as you never smiled it made him sad :(

Asmo was the probably the fastest to notice any change in you or how quiet and none smiling you were

It hurt seeing you this way but he pushed passed it and made it his mission to get to know you

It was first really mainly only Asmo doing most of the talking but when you did he gave his full attention to everything

Asmo noticed the lisp but thought it was kinda cute (๑•͈ᴗ•͈)

He did end up asking if you were so quiet cause of your lisp and listened and comforted you

After opening up to Asmo and him showing so much care in return you felt better, more confident. Especially around them

You grew you used to Amos’s clingy behavior and began to return the affection more often

Asmo thought you were just so adorable ♡.̫♡

If you ever opened up about feeling slightly insecure over anything he would quickly comfort you and remind you how beautiful you are

Being around Asmo gave you a boost of confidence

You began hanging with Asmo more and more every week and Asmo always made sure he had enough time with you

Asmo mainly comforts and compliments you while also gossiping with you

He’s immediately delighted by how much you’ve opened up

He’d often tell you ‘your lisp is so cute darling’. ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

Overall Asmo is perfect for you if you want a confidence boost ♡

𓂃Beelzebub𓂃

So Beel was honestly a little nervous around you at first.

Not anything he thinks! It’s just cause of some of things his brothers have said about humans and we all know Beel trusts his brothers with his whole being.

He actually maybe started to believe some of the stereotypes demons try to put on humans when he first met you

But Beel decided it was wrong to judge without getting to know you

So Beel did.

He would say hi anytime he passed you and often reminded you to come eat of course

But this one time was what made Beel fully see you aren’t those stereotypes

One day, the night before Beel had eaten the whole fridge basically asleep and woke up hungry the next day ☹

You of course knowing Beel was the avatar of gluttony decided to stop by a cafe before heading off to school

You bought you some lunch for yourself and for Beel seeing as he’s been pretty nice to you

Around lunch you approached Beel telling him you had decided to get you both lunch

And let me tell he was sooooooo happy!

He was so happy and grateful he hugged you before quickly apologizing and letting you go

You gave him a small smile and he returned an even bigger one

You had lunch together and ended up doing that everyday ♡

Beel noticed your lisp as you began talking more to him but he didn’t really care he thought it was kinda cute 👉👈

While talking to Beel you had remembered about your lisp and talked less but Beel gave a soft genuine smile and gave you head pats reassuring you

After all the Belphie drama was over he grew more protective and also closer to you

Don’t get me wrong Beel loves his brother but he also sees you as family now maybe even more 😏

Beel loves you both very much!

𓂃Belphegor𓂃

Belphie is probably the worst brother for you to be around especially with what happened 😃

Let’s say you were harder for Belphie to convince than he thought which honestly made him even more irritated than he was

The quiet behavior and not smiling sent Belphie so many warnings that he was honestly unsure with what to do

But what he did know was he needed to get out of the attic.

So a lot of it was trying to hold a proper conversation with you 😃

But when he did he pulled all the best manipulative tricks he knew

It took quite awhile but the same thing ended up happening

Belphie was so sure in the moment of killing you that he was right but he saw the pain and anger on his brothers faces

Mainly Beel is the one he paid the most attention to

then you walked out like 😃

Everyone else was like 🧍‍♀️

So anyways Belphie would be the hardest to get along with

I also feel like realistically you don’t just move on two seconds later after someone killed you

Belphie noticed the lisp from when you spoke to his brothers and didn’t really care honestly 🤷‍♀️

Let’s just say it took a longggggg time for you guys to end up being close 😭

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lou-struck · 3 years ago

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Little Words

Hitoshi Shinsou x reader

~You just can't have another sleepless night, luckily you have someone who can help you out.

Warnings: Consensual brainwashing, Insomnia but still soft Af, you and Shinsou are roomies who have feelings for eachother.

Wc: 1.2k

1:30…blink

2:13… blink

2:15…blink

The damn clock mocks your insomnia as its ever-changing numbers show you that another night is passing without you getting a wink of sleep.

No matter how many glasses of water you drink, no matter how many times you change your clothes or sheets, and no matter how many sheep you count. Your body doesn’t want to surrender to the sleep it desperately needs.

In frustration you turnover the clock so at least you can be unaware of how much time you’re wasting staring out the speckled ceiling.

Groaning in frustration you roll out of your bed hoping the sheets can cool from your body heat and make your way into the kitchen for yet another glass of filtered water. The pitcher is nearly empty as you take it from the fridge and place it on the counter. Taking a coffee mug from the drying rack you pour what's left of the water inside it while cursing yourself for not filling up the Brita Filter earlier. If your roommate Shinsou was here he would probably scold you for breaking roommate etiquette, but he isn't here.

His job as an underground hero causes him to live a practically nocturnal lifestyle; Sleeping during the day and fighting crime at night, you worry for him but you also know he has worked hard to become the Pro he is today.

The trickling of filtering water keeps you company as you perch on the barstool and take little sips from your mug in silence. You can feel the bags under your eyes weighing you down while sardonically mocking you for your inability to act on those urges.

With a groan, you lay your head down on the cold countertop as you hear the front door creak open. Turning your head just a bit you are able to see the fluffy purple head of your roommate Walk through the entryway.

“ you’re awake?“ he says looking at you and your deflating form.

“ and your back early from patrol.“ you deadpan not having the energy for the normal banter that the two of you have.

“ my mission was cut short. What was supposed to be an all-night steak out only took a few hours until we had what we needed,” he explained sitting next to you.

His tired eyes find your own and he is surprised to see just how exhausted you look. “ when’s the last time you slept?”

“ I dunno, Wednesday maybe… I haven’t been paying attention.” You answer honestly. Feeling ashamed of your body's inability to function properly.

“It’s Saturday, why haven’t you been able to sleep?” He asks gently placing a hand on your drooping shoulder.

“ I try Hitoshi, there’s just so much going on that my brain can’t turn off.” You say. The stress is getting to you as your eyes begin to water.

“ Hey, it’s all right. If you wanna talk about it we can.” He says hoping that he can help you earnestly. He really doesn’t want to mention it but he cares about you deeply.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be so Shortt. I just really want to sleep, if only there was a way to get my brain to turn off.“ you groan once again placing your head back onto the countertop.

he’s quiet for a moment as he gently rubs your back with comforting circles. “ I think I have a way of helping you, but I want to make sure that you’re okay with it before I try anything.“ he says in contemplation.

“W-what is it?” You ask jolting up, “at this point, I think I’m ready to do anything.”

“I-I could use my quirk on you and put you to sleep that way. I know it’s a little scary to be out of control but if you think it’ll help then I’ll do it…for you.” He says tensing up at the mention

“ I trust you Hitoshi.“ you say quietly. “Could you… put me to sleep?”

“Yes.” He breathes standing up. “ let me just change out of this for a second it stinks.” He says giving his hero suit a whiff for effect.

“Yeah, you do smell pretty bad,” you chuckle walking into your bedroom. Looking around at the cutter that currently resides on your floor you begin to feel a bit of panic. Shinsou may be your roommate, but that doesn’t mean you spend a lot of time in each other's rooms.

Quickly you scoop up the mountain of dirty clothes from your floor and shove them into your hamper scanning your floor for anything else you can put away before he comes into your room.

Feeling satisfied with your less than stellar quitting job you smoothed over the covers of your bed and move a few of your extra pillows to the floor.

A few minutes later Shinsou comes in wearing a pair of dark sweatpants and what looks like a faded T-shirt for some obscure sports team. “ are you sure you wanna do this?“ He asks nervously, taking a seat on your bed.

“ I am, but before you do will you stay here with me tonight?“ you ask patting the covers next to where you are currently laying down.

The hero's cheeks flush a deep pink color as he realizes that you want him to stay with you. “all night?”

“ all night,” you confirm shooting him a shy smile that melts his heart.

“ I will.” He says clearing his throat. “ are you ready?“

“Yes,” you say softly.

Suddenly you feel your eyes glaze over and body tense up as his quirk washes over your brain. It’s terrifying not being able to move at all. But you know that Shinsou would never hurt you or take advantage of you.

“It worked” he breathes looking at the cloudiness in your eyes that are awaiting his next command. “Y/n, I want you to relax, you deserve to have a good night's sleep,” He says softly. At the command, you feel your body responding to his command. The stiffness in your joints seems to dissipate as you sink further into the mattress.

“Good, now close your eyes,” he commands. Your lids flutter shut and the only thing you are aware of is his magical voice that bounces around your brain. You wonder what he’s going to say next.

There is a slight dip in the mattress as he lays next to you, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep my promise to you and stay,“ he whispers gently brushing a stray hair from your forehead. “Now, go to sleep.”

With those little words, sleep crashes over you, and for the first time in days, you were able to go and stay asleep.

The next morning, you wake up feeling remarkably well-rested. Turning your head you see Hitoshi in bed asleep next to you. His hand is clasped around yours and his normally tired-looking face looks peaceful. Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you take time to engrave this into your memory.

Not wanting to disturb him you give his hand a little squeeze and decide to enjoy a bit more sleep.

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slimearchon · 3 years ago

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Steven Grant x GN Reader Sugary Cookies and Midnight Walks

🍮- is my signature for my fics @slimearchon

Pairing: Steven Grant x GN Reader

Word Count: 2134

Warning: None. Fluffy af

Summary: You are out of eggs while making cookies and since it is late outside Steven walks with you to the store.

(Gif not mine credit to owner)

🍮-Steven was laying on his bed listening to the podcast that was supposed to stimulate his brain enough to stay awake. The soft clicking in his room came from the Rubix cube he played with in one hand.

🍮-His tired eyes burned but he didn’t allow himself to rest them, knowing he would probably fall asleep and end up somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be. He didn’t want to run up his electric bill by keeping the lights on in the middle of the night so the soft lights of several lamps lit his apartment.

🍮-Their bulbs gentle buzzing and added to the symphony.

🍮-Abruptly another sound invaded his space, a series of knocks on his apartment door, they were gentle, probably not wanting to knock too loud and wake any sleeping neighbors but loud enough for his ears to pick them up.

🍮-He shot up from the bed, his eyes flickering to the podcast that was playing. Worries of it being too loud and he was about to get chewed out for it raced through his head. He checked to see if he was dressed enough to open the door.

🍮-He was lucky he had a pair of pajama pants on and didn’t shed them to sport his usual boxers and t-shirt he usually wore while he was waiting for the sun to rise and the rest of the world to wake up.

🍮-He jumped over the sand by his bed, not wanting to mess up the sand when he just smoothed it out before he climbed into his bed.

🍮-He eyed himself in Gus’s fish tank, making sure he look alright before he opened the door. His lungs left his body once he realized who was at his door, his neighbor from across the hall, the one he held a big puppy crush on.

🍮-“Hiya, was my podcast too loud? I’m terribly sorry if it was, I’ll be sure to turn it down ya,” His words fell from his mouth at a rapid pace. His heart thudded in his chest, just from being in your presence.

🍮-He had pretty much given up on worrying about his under-eye bags and veiny red eyes knowing they were always going to be present with his sleeping disorder, but he couldn’t help but cringe at you seeing them.

🍮-“Oh no, that’s not why I was here.” You shook your head, smiling at him in reassurance, “I can’t hear it on my end.”

🍮-“Oh,” He scratched his head, his eyes skirting around your face instead of meeting your eyes. He found eye contact difficult with a regular person but making it with you was a challenge he always tried to beat. He loved gazing into your eyes when he had the chance to. “What brings you over then? It’s a bit late, innit?”

🍮-He was used to his terrible sleep schedule it was a but ironic for him to be worried about your lack of sleep.

🍮-“I wanted to bake a little late-night snack, I saw this recipe for these peanut butter sugar cookies and I won’t be able to sleep till I have them in my mouth.” Your eyes glazed over, recalling how good they looked on the food blog you were scrolling through.

🍮-You shook away the image and focused back on your sweet neighbor, you had bumped into him around the building a few times, he was always offering to help you carry your groceries or holding the elevator door open for you.

🍮-You never minded his little talking spells about random facts he read the night before. Always engaging him in conversation and asking him to elaborate more if you had the time, you never brushed him off like others would.

🍮-He was infatuated with you from the moment you smiled his way. He felt pathetic that a person showed him common kindness and his little heart fluttered alive. He felt like a creep, reprimanding himself for falling so easily.

🍮-Steven paused, not quite sure where this was going but not trying to be rude and rush you to elaborate. “Yes, those do sound lovely.” He nodded, clasping his hands together, running his thumb over his palm in a soothing motion.

“🍮-Turns out I am out of eggs, so I was wondering if you had any to spare? I’ll be sure to repay them. I knew you would be up so I thought it would be okay to come over and ask you.” You shifted on your feet, your hands intertwined together in front of you.

🍮-He flushed red, suddenly regretting his vegan diet. “I’m sorry, I’m a vegan so I’m afraid I don’t have any in my flat.” His fingers picked at his nails, upset that he had to give you a negative answer.

🍮-Your mouth dropped open, “Oh! I do remember you mentioning that. I’m so sorry for bothering you, I guess I’ll just have to pop into the shop then.” You smiled at him before, turning to go back to your apartment to fetch a jacket to go out in.

🍮-“You are gonna go to the shop in the middle of the night? A bit dangerous, innit?” He tilted his head to the side, worry leaking into his bones.

🍮-You popped out your door, a jacket now resting on your shoulders, and raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m fine going by myself. Unless you would like to go with me?” You hummed, widening your eyes, silently pleading for him to come with you.

🍮-Two people walking at night is always better than one.

🍮-You might have had a crush on the sweet man as well and wanted to spend more time with him.

🍮-“Me? Come with?” He waved his hands around, surprised at the suggestion.

🍮-You nodded, “Unless this is the night you decide to change your nocturnal way,” You laughed, shutting your door and swinging the keys in your hand.

🍮-“No, I’d love to go with you.” He rushed out, he shuffled into his apartment, stuffing his feet into the first pair of shoes he saw and hastily putting on a jacket. Just to be cautious of the dreary weather of London, he swiped up an umbrella before shutting his door closes with an eager slam.

🍮-“I’m ready now.” He puffed, his rapid movements catching up with him. Rapid footsteps echoed behind you as he scampered behind you to the elevator. “I brought an umbrella just in case, yeah.”

🍮-He waved it in your direction, shrugging his shoulders.

🍮-“Good idea. Who knows if it will start raining as soon as we get outside.” You chirped, excited that you got him to come with you.

🍮-As soon as you left the building the cold night air blasted both of you. This was just the outcome you had hoped for. You weren’t really a touchy-feely person, heck you rarely hugged your friends who you have known for years, but Steven didn’t know that.

🍮-With rehearsed words, you slid your arm around his and nestled into his side, “Oh it’s freezing out, I’m glad I have you to help keep me warm.” You looked straight ahead down the sidewalk, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary.

🍮-You noticed the way Steven stiffened up at your touch, almost like he hasn’t been in physical contact with a person in years. You felt him take in a large breath before letting it out slowly his feet leading him forward unsteadily.

🍮-“Yeah, no problem. I’m happy to help.” He grinned, behind his tired eyes gaining a sparkle of happiness.

🍮-You two make it to the shop and cruised the aisles, you didn’t bother to grab a basket or a cart. The small half-dozen carton of eggs was easy to carry by itself. While checking out you had pleaded with him to get candy as payment for walking with you.

🍮-“Come on, get one. I want to thank you.” You tugged at his arm, lifting it towards the assortment of shiny packages covering the shelves.

🍮-“Are you sure, I don’t want to put you out.” He chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes darting from you to the candy display. Finally, his hand shot out and grabbed a small bag of Swedish fish, he placed it on the counter next to the eggs.

🍮-“Cheers.” He gave you a small smile.

🍮-You plucked a Twix off the shelf and got your card out to pay. You hide your smirk when you went to put in your pin number and Steven hurriedly looked away. Like he didn’t want you to think he was going to steal from you or something.

🍮-Ever the gentleman, he grabbed the bag before you could and motioned to head out of the store. Soon both of you were once again walking down the street heading to your apartment building.

🍮-This time when you huddled close to him to leech off his body warmth he didn’t jump as hard as the previous time, he actually relaxed into your embrace.

🍮-Too soon the both of you stood in front of your respective doors. You purposely brushed your fingers against his when you took the bag from him. The touched left flutters across your skin. His hands were nice and big, perfect for handholding.

🍮-You longed to hold his hand one day.

🍮-You pulled the Swedish fish out of the bag and tossed them to him, he caught them with a fumble of arm movements.

🍮-You waved your hand, “Thank you again, I’ll let you know how the cookies turn out.”

🍮-“Yeah, cheers again for the candy.” He shook the bag in the air and scratched the back of his head, his curls bouncing around adorably.

🍮-“No problem, thank you for coming with me.” You sent a beaming smile, unlocking your door and stepping in.

🍮-“Goodnight, Steven.”

🍮-“Night!” He rushed out, sending you his own dazzling smile.

🍮-A week later after your little midnight walk, Steven was hurried to his door in the middle of the night once more. He recognized your soft knocking and practically tripped on his way to his door.

🍮-“Hiya! What brings you around this time?” His voice came out loud during his first couple of words, not able to control his excitement.

🍮-“I felt bad that you didn’t get any cookies the other night since they weren’t vegan. Luckily, the blog I was on had a vegan version of the recipe that I made. I thought I would bake you some.” You chirped, holding a big plate with a small mountain of cookies piled high, plastic wrap glinting under the overhead lights.

🍮-“Oh wow, cheers, thank you so much.” He breathed, his eyes widening in awe. He didn’t waste any time unraveling the plastic and taking a big hearty bite from one of the cookies. A loud moan burst from his lips.

🍮-“Wow, these are absolutely grand! Best bloody things I have eaten in weeks.” He hummed, talking around the cookie as he finished off the other half.

🍮-Your heart warmed, you always loved it when a man had a good appetite, and the compliments on your baking added to your pleasure.

🍮-“Well, I would send you a link to the cookies but then what would you have me for.” You smirked, tilting your head at him.

🍮-“I just might have to put a ring on your finger, to get the recipe.” He replied, his mouth moving before his brain could fully analyze what he said. The poor man started hacking up the bits of the cookie he inhaled.

🍮-“I didn’t mean it like that.” He coughed, “Not that it wouldn’t be a pleasure to marry you.” He reassured, one hand franticly waving around in the air.

🍮-“How about you take me out on a date first before you start talking about rings.” You sent him a flirty smile.

🍮-“What? A date? With me?” He shook his head, not sure if he ears head correctly.

🍮-“Yes, with you. If it goes well I just might tell you the recipe.” You grinned, leaning closer to him and catching his eyes in yours. “Would you like that? To go on a date with me?”

🍮-“Yeah, that sounds grand, like something out of a dream.” He whispered, afraid if he talked too loudly he was going to wake himself up, if this was a dream he wanted to stay immersed in it for as long as he could.

🍮-You chuckled, “I would love to go on a date with you.”

🍮-“Yeah, I would like that too.” He gave you a shining smile, feeling like his entire world was starting to warm up by your mere presence. He couldn’t wait to take you out and show you a great time.

🍮-Maybe if he charmed you would stay by his side forever. He could only hope.

I have never written a character with a British accent so please be gentle with your critiques. I hoped you liked it all the same! I am so lovesick for Steven and Marc.

I look forward to writing for them more. Let me know what you think. Please leave a note and reblog. Both really motivate me to write more. 🤍

#steven grant x reader #moonknight #marvel x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #steven grant fluff #x reader

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trendywaifus · 3 years ago

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your ask box looks so lonely omg 😭

can I order some

beidou, yae, eula cuddle hcs please

😼

— to be in beidou’s strong arms😩 but honestly, once you’re in her arms, literally you’ll feel so safe?? honestly, this woman gives one of the best cuddles and absolutely nobody can argue with that. beidou could literally be out on the ship watching over her crew and you would just come up to her for some cuddles. she’d flash you a toothy grin and she bring you into her chest.

— cuddling in her headquarters?? hell yes. she def would not let you go. try to leave? you’re not going anywhere. strong forehead kisses while telling you how much she loves you is the softest thing ever??

— drunk cuddles?? mhM. she gets realllllll touchy. doesn’t matter where she is, she could still be in a bar with people around her and would not give af. beidou gon practically tug you into her lap and bury her face into the crook of your neck, peppering it with sloppy kisses. anyone who tries to interrupt her will get yelled at and whacked with a bottle.

“ c’mere sweetheart, “ she hiccups, pulling you into her lap by the forearm. your captain gives you a drunken smile, her hands traveling downward near your ass. “ b-beidou! we-we’re in a bar right now! “ you shouted in embarrassment, she just laughs heartily. “ don’ worry, (name)! jus’ wanna cuddle yah for a lil’ bit then we can take it to my ship if you don’ want those goons watchin’ us. “

— cuddling with yae is such a pleasantttttttt experience. like i cannot exaggerate how relaxing her presence is. despite her mischievous nature, she can be quite the cuddle bug. esp in the mornings, her fox tendencies tend to get the best of her. you’ll wake up to her lying down on top of you, slender arms protectively wrapped around your waist. if you listen closely, you might hear yae’s soft purrs as if she’s snoring. if you make any noise which may sound like you’re awake, her ear twitches!

— if you ask her for cuddles out in public, she might indulge you. but to let you know, she’ll tease you, suggesting you to beg with amusement in her eyes. dw, yae will give you what you want eventually or if she’s busy, she’ll promise you with a sweet kiss on the corner of your lips that you’ll get cuddles later.

— can’t mention cuddling with her without mentioning her fox form! if she’s feeling extra soft or if you’re inna eh mood, she’ll turn into her fox form for some snuggles. but beware! she likes to plop her tail or even her whole small body on your face to fw you sometimes.

“ look, can you stop you cheeky little fox? “ you pouted, holding your lover over your face. her ears flattens, fluffy tail softly swaying side to side—wait is she giving you the puppy eyes too? your brow raised, catching the devious glint in her purple eyes which gave away her little apologetic act! “ yae. . .you’re not slick. but. .you do look arguably cuter this way than in your original f—ow! m-my nose! let go of my nose! i-i’m sorry, have mercy on me, guuchie of the narukami shrine!

— ah yes, eula! she’s not use to affection at all but she tries her best for you! she does not have very much time to cuddle with you because of her demanding duties but when she does?? this woman will give it her all so you best not try to shy away or she will exact her vengeance on you!! it’s not like you want to anyways because she smells so good! like sweet apples with a pinch of cinnamon.

— she usually returns to your shared home at night so you’re almost always there to welcome her with open arms! she absolutely adores it but ofc she won’t admit that. but the fond smile on her face says it all! it’s so much like a routine that eula gets quite grumpy if she doesn’t get her greeting hug. hell! she outright refuses to sleep without her nightly cuddles. that’s def why you musn’t shy away from her!

— eula sometimes prefers for your head to be on her chest while she lays on her back. the only reason why she wants it like that because. . .well. . .she randomly sneezes. yup. .which is weird because eula is not really allergic to anything? well, she claims that she isn’t anyways. as the reconnaissance captain, she spends her time outside which exposes her to a lot of things so you can only figure that could be the reason somehow.

you groaned loudly at the vibration of her sneeze coming from her chest. “ eula! keep sneezing like that and I’ll have to move my head back onto the pillow. i think you’ve tracked something today for you to sneeze like that y’know. “ she scoffs, moving her head to the side so she could sneeze again. “ n-nonsense! I’ve told you many times again that there couldn’t be any possible way for that to happen! now, if you dare thinking about moving, I’ll take that as betrayal (name)! “

#beidou x reader #beidou genshin impact #genshin beidou #yae miko x reader #yae x reader #yae miko #eula x reader #genshin eula #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact

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oonajaeadira · 3 years ago

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The Sweet Appreciation of Mutual Assistance

(TOFFEES AND VIOLETAS - Sweets Series)

Rating: T. Fluffy AF.

Fandom: The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez and f!reader (his assistant “Girl Sunday.”)

Warnings: soft!Javi G.

Summary: After a short vacation, you’re welcomed back home by your boss Javi.

A/N: Sometimes I can’t stop thinking about him. I’m convinced he’s just the sweetest. If you’re interested in where the nickname “Sunday” comes from, you can find the answer in the first little fic here.

The ocean is a blue world of breath, a sparkling expanse of glittering azure. Sometimes you just catch it watching you from your office windows and have to look back, letting it steal your concentration or sharpen it, or sometimes it just invites you to neglect all the thoughts and tasks jumbled up in your head and have a good staring contest. Sometimes it asks you a big question and you answer it by musing out over it in thought.

What did Javi do before you took your job here? When you were being interviewed and asked what his working style was, they said he’d never had an assistant before and didn’t really know. Of course, he hasn’t been running the family business for very long and even if his father is retired, Mr. Gutierrez Sr. still calls the shots. Javi is essentially a CEO in training, but it never seems like his father lets him truly make any of the big decisions. He won’t be able to take the ship in his own direction until the old man is in the ground.

It makes you a little sad. Gutierrez Sr. doesn’t seem to hear Javi. Or respect him. Condescends and treats him like a child…all while expecting him to take on the business. It’s almost like he wants his own son to fail. As if the father can walk away and let people think that he was the very best at what he did and nobody could ever replace him. Tsk. Wouldn’t it be better to walk away from your business and leave it healthy and thriving? Wouldn’t it be better for your legacy to be the founder of a strong organization and not just “the only one who could keep it going” only to watch it die when you step off? Wouldn’t it be better to embolden your own son and put your pride and faith in him rather than leave him buffeted and sinking?

Well. You weren’t going to let that happen. Javi wears his heart on his sleeve. He’s a genuine and empathic man. But he’s at the opposite end of incompetent. You’d fallen prey to the first impressions yourself–a sweet man-child that let his emotions and interests get in the way of being an efficient and driving force of the company. But it wasn’t true. He may smile blankly and emit an air of tedium in meetings, he may spend a lot of free time daydreaming or watching movies. But, in the end, he hears and sees everything and the best practices and solutions come to him immediately, without effort. He’ll sit through an hour presentation seeming to contemplate switching out the color of his shoelaces, but he’s already formulated the decision he’s going to make three minutes into the drone. He’s not lazy or distracted, he’s not too soft for the position, he’s just…

Bored.

It’s easy for him. Three minutes and he has a solution to some financial problem but is so polite that he feels he has to sit there another 57 minutes listening to the figures when he’d rather be using that time to write the big action scene in his hobby screenplay. He follows his passion; he thrives on newness and challenge, has a creative heart. He’ll sit for a whole afternoon at his laptop trying to get one section of dialogue just perfect…

The ocean catches you smiling at this thought.

Being away for a week’s vacation was actually excruciating. You had family visiting the country so you went inland to spend time with them at Javi’s insistence. He’d even stood firm on paying for your nice hotel and sending you off with a hefty per diem. And he did require that you take your family members out to some of the best restaurants in the city. You humbly watched as he called in the reservations himself, using his friendly influence to get you the best tables, private service, secret menus, and covered tabs, all pleases and thank yous as if just his name alone wouldn’t adequately do the job. You’d bit your lip and gave him the look–the one that said, “Please, sir, you really don’t have to”--and yet, he’d continued, even trying to wipe that look off your face with a distracting boop to your nose while on the phone pleading with the country’s most celebrated chef.

He only asked that you not think about work at all, that if he caught you checking in he’d be very disappointed.

Although he didn’t come to see you off, you did open your suitcase on arrival to find a handwritten note.

“There is a candy shop on the corner of Calle de Villanueva and Calle Serrano that has the best toffees and violetas. A little bit of sweet and sour. I think you would like them. ”

The rest of the letterhead was taken up by a rather scribbly map showing the walking path from your accommodations, a little drawing of a wrapped candy standing in for the shop, and a stick figure of a woman (with an arrow pointing to her, labeling her as “Sunday”) at the site of your hotel.

And while it was nice to see family come so far from home, you often found yourself checking your phone, waiting for a request or a new script page or even a “what do you think about this shirt” photo. But you knew he would be very strict about not bothering you, wanting so much for you to have a good time away. Instead, you distracted yourself now and then by walking down to the candy shop and asking for a sample. He was right, they made very fine sweets.

Upon your return, you hadn’t even unpacked, just came straight to your office to look through the signature requests and check on any mail. But your desk is immaculate. He’d taken care of everything.

He probably didn’t write a word all week. You wonder if he even had time to get out onto the water or go for a swim. Had he had any time to himself at all?

The ocean cannot answer this question for you. It is deafening in its silence.

So much so that you don’t even hear the knock at the door, hardly even register the overjoyed exclamation of “Sunday!” before you are swept up in arms that are much stronger than they look and swung around in a short circle. He holds you out and looks you over as if checking to make sure you’ve been returned to him whole and happy and undamaged, approving of your surprise with a bright grin and satisfied smile.

“Did you have a good week?”

“I did. Thank you for everything, sir. How did the Seville proposal go?”

“Ach,” he groans, tossing his head as if to clear the item, obviously not interested in talking shop. “Everything is approved. I’ll have Marco send you the papers. Don’t even look at them, just put them in the file. It is done. Did you have the special at El Maison?”

You laugh. “I did. It was amazing.”

“Good. Did you take any pictures of your time? I would like to see what you did.” Swiftly taking a seat on your office couch, he pats the seat next to him, eager for you to sit close and tell him everything.

“Of course, but also,” stepping first to the desk to retrieve a package before joining him on the couch and placing it in his hands, “I brought you something.”

He cycles through surprise, recognition, and a grateful smile in a matter of three seconds as he opens the small box, its pastel shade of green a trademark of the candy store. “Toffees and violetas!”

“Toffees and violetas.”

There are smiles all around as you pull out your phone and open the camera roll, as he unwraps two candies (one for each of you), as he asks about the people in the photos and compliments every shot, as you explain your favorite sculpture in a museum or view from a hillside, as he makes you laugh with a comment on a particularly bad selfie and seizes the opportunity to pop a toffee into your mouth.

You’re still not exactly sure what Javi did before you came to work here.

But you have a small suspicion that perhaps now he smiles a little more.

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