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greg-montgomery · 4 months

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hi hi!! can i maybe request a rly cute and fluffy one shot of aaron just comforting and taking care of the reader 🥹

like maybe there was a thunderstorm in the middle of the night and reader subconsciously just runs to hotch’s room and he comforts her udhaidbsjanxb

also maybe a cute lil age gap to feed my daddy issues pls pls pls

ANYWAYS ILYSM NEVER STOP WRITING, I LIVE FOR UR STORIES BB

hiiii!!! <3333 thank you for the cute request and your sweet words!!!!

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Nothing would ever beat sleeping in your own bed. Nothing could beat the comfort that the fresh scent of your sheets brought you, or the little light you always left on the entire night since you were a child.

Being away for a case meant you had to learn to sleep without those comforts. And you were really good at it; but the thing you could not get yourself to adjust to, were the unfamiliar sounds of a new place. Sometimes it was the sound of a passing car, and others some annoyingly loud neighbor.

That night it was the sound of a thunderstorm. And the hotel you and the team were staying at was definitely not soundproof enough to let you sleep in peace.

You had been tossing and turning for more than an hour, unable to calm your heart down. It wasn’t just the thunders that scared you; the rain was pouring like crazy and the wind was almost whistling. Suddenly you felt like a little kid again, afraid that the walls weren’t thick enough to protect you from the strength of that storm.

Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes and gave trying to fall asleep one last shot. But at the sound of another thunder, the face of a certain man appeared on your mind.

Hotch.

The truth was when you thought of “safe”, you thought of him: your boss who always had all the answers. Maybe it was his older age or his intimidating appearance but he made you feel like no matter what the problem was, he would fix it. Hotch always made it better.

Without thinking about it twice, you got out of bed and ran to his room. Well, you didn’t have to run much anyway, since his room was right across from yours. He’s definitely awake, you thought; always staying up most of the night to work on the case while everyone else rested.

That was why you were surprised to see Hotch wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants answering his knocking door. But the thing that made you the biggest impression was his disheveled appearance. Sleepy Hotch was the cutest thing you had ever laid eyes on.

“Y/N? Is everything alright?”

“Hotch,” you whispered, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think you’d be asleep. I’m gonna go back to my room.”

You made a move to turn around but Aaron was faster and grabbed your elbow, gently pulling you into his room.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he said closing the door once you were both inside.

“I was scared,” you admitted. Seeing him raising his eyebrow in question you continued. “Of the storm...”

You were relieved to see a little smirk on his face. You guessed he was relieved too after finding out that the thing that scared you wasn’t something actually dangerous.

“I’m sorry I woke you up. I don’t know why I’m here.”

“It’s okay.” As tough as Hotch looked, he was the most gentle man you had ever got to know. “You can always come to me about anything.”

And you had the audacity to wonder why he was your safe place?

“I know.”

He sat on the edge of his bed and patted at the spot right next to him, signaling you to take a seat; so you did. You were close enough that you could smell his after shave. It made you dizzy.

“Have you slept at all?” he asked.

“No. And I’m tired.” You let out a heavy sigh. “Maybe I should just pull an all nighter.”

“Nonsense.”

“But-”

“What if you sleep in my room? Will you still be scared if I’m right here?”

Your stomach was suddenly filled with butterflies.

“Wouldn’t that be inappropriate?” you asked.

“I won’t tell if you don’t” he said, and offered you his pinky finger to cross yours with.

You did it with a huge grin. "Deal."

“Come on now,” he said playfully while getting under the covers. Without any hesitation, you did the same, finding your place at the other side of his bed.

It was almost perfect; almost, because his arms weren’t around you, but instead were resting on his stomach.

“Hotch?”

“Hm?”

“Does the offer come with cuddles too?”

“You wanna cuddle with your boss, honey?” he smirked, and reached out his arm so you could curl up in his embrace.

“Yes, please,” you said, and the two of you ended up in each other’s arms. Being around Aaron had always felt safe, but being in his arms? That was a whole new level of safety and comfort.

“Good night, Hotch.”

And just like that the sound of his beating heart made it hard to focus on the rain hitting on his window.

His lips on your forehead and the words “Good night, sweetheart,” were the things that finally lulled you to sleep.

#WAR IS OVER LMFAO I WROTE SOMETHING AGAIN #i missed you and i missed hotch </3 #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #hotch #hotch 🪐#ask

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mitch-the-silly · 2 months

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Hi! I'd love anything Husk related. My heart bleeds for this guy ♡

Drunk Husk confessions

Husk has a nightmare about lover and comfort

Husk can't find his crush after the extermination

His crush falls asleep on him during movie night with everyone

Any or all of them. Whatever you have time for. Thank you! ♡>.<♡

Hiiiii!! I cannot begin to express how much I love Husk, man. He's my favorite character in Hazbin (it's actually a tie between him and Vox bc Vox is so baby girl, but I digress). I'll gladly write for him any day!!!

I decided to do Scenarios about three of these (I sorta combined two of them because I liked the idea of Husk getting protective over his lover; you'll see o^o) because I just CANNOT get enough of this silly cat old man <3!!

Also, hope you don't mind I made this gender-neutral since no gender was specified! HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

Warnings (just in case): Nightmares, emotional manipulation, buildings burning down, implied harm to a loved one, Alastor being a bit of an asshole.

Husk x gn!Reader

Scenarios!

Scenario 1: Drunk Confessions

It was very late, and you presumed that the hotel's bar was closed, but fuck it. You figured that sitting on the stool wouldn’t hurt. You couldn’t quite sleep but could anyone blame you? It’s not like they’d kick you back into your room. So you descended the stairs in hopes that the hotel lobby would be more inviting and lacking in boredom, unlike your current room. Now this boredom was not to be mistaken for a dislike for the room itself.

You made your way towards the bar area. Since the entire lobby was very dimly lit, you couldn’t see much, but only when you heard a noise from behind the bar, did you proceed with caution. The clanking of bottles alerted you but the moment you saw those white claws and that pair of red wings, you let your guard down. With a slight smile, you approached the bar, a chuckle escaping your lips.

Emerging from behind the counter, Husk stumbled a bit, clearly drunk out of his mind. Admittably, it was quite adorable to you. The dazed look he gave you.

He squinted and hicked, suddenly realizing who he was looking at. “Fuck, don’t… ya scare me like that…” He slurred as he leaned on the countertop.

“You’re fucking fried aren’t ya?” You chuckled at him.

Husk gazed at you, then looked down at his hands. Feeling himself get a bit dizzy, he let out a drunken laugh. “Y-yeah~” He spoke with a stupid little smirk.

You couldn’t take him seriously when he was drunk. But you culdn’t help but stay here with him. “So, what’s on your mind, Husk?” You asked him. You know, just for funsies.

“Honestly…” He slurred, pausing for about three seconds, “Right now… I was just thinkin’ right now... that there’s a cute person in front of me… and that I wanted to buy them a drink… but then… then I thought… ‘Fuck… I can’t buy ‘em a drink… I’m the mother funkin’ bartenda’!’ It fucking… it fucking pissed me off.” He dunkenly complained. His eyes looking up at you since you sat atop the stool and he didn’t. His pupils were extremely dilated and his gaze seemed like one of absolute adoration. But it could also be how drunk he was.

The mere implication of his complement made you blush, but you tried to keep your composure, “Why aren’t you bold?~” You chuckled at him. “If you weren’t so cute, I would be able to resist those Kitty eyes.~”

He pouted at your comment, “You’re a damn angel…” He slurred, after which he let out a stupid little giggle to himself.

“Oh, you’re the one witht he wings, baby~” You chuckled, leaning over to place a kiss on his cheek.

He froze in place, his face red as a beet. His pupils dilated again and he involuntarily let out a purr at it. Reaction which (even while intoxicated) he hated. He drunkenly hit his chest as if scolding his body for reacting that way. ‘Stupid fucking… cat body…” He muttered, maintaining his slur.

You giggled at this; it was sure going to be a hell of a story to recount to him tomorrow.

Scenario 2: Husk has a nightmare about his lover + Comfort

It began with darkness. Of course, it did. Last he remembered was closing his eyes in some way. He was bound to be alright, he figured. But boy was he mistaken.

He was finally able to open his eyes. Before him, a fire had broken out. But it wasn’t just any arbitrary fire, the Hotel was on fire. It didn’t quite register in his mind just yet, but the building was violently burning down. Everyone around him was in a panic and he moved with them. But not by mandate of his body. It was as if he didn’t have control of himself. Just then, he snapped into consciousness, he began to think properly. He couldn’t find them. Where were they? His lover… He stopped at the hotel’s main entrance and instead of running out like everyone else did, he turned around immediately.

Running back inside, he called out their name at the top of his lungs. The smoke was engulfing him. And just as he was about to give up and assume you’d made your way to safety, he heard their cry for help. Not wasting a second, he ran from where he could hear it: the second floor. They were probably stuck up there. He had to save them. He just did.

He used his wings, flying up and landing on the very few unharmed spots of the blazing carpet. He called their name out again, he couldn’t find them and every second that passed in which he did not lay eyes on them, he grew more and more anxious. Finally, upon receiving a response to his frantic cries, he found you.

Before him not only was not only the love of his life but the person he held rancor for the most… Alastor. The Radio Demon held you in his grasp, dangling you over the fire. Laughing maniacly as he stared right into Husk’s eyes. With his most intimidating voice, the overlord spoke to him. “You should know much better than to defy me, Husker.~ You wouldn’t want your little darling to suffer the consequences of your transgressions, now would you?” He taunted. “You let go of them! My soul’s the one that’s yours, not theirs. You ain’t got no right to harm her!” Husk exclaimed.

Alastor laughed as if he’d heard a joke. It was obvious he didn’t take Husk’s words seriously. “You’re quite mistaken, my friend~. I can do as I please!” He responded.

The hotel burned brighter, and before Husk could say anything else, Alastor threw them into the fire. Husk tried to jump in to save them. But his body didn’t move. As much as he tried to move it, he wasn't in control of himself anymore.

Alastor cackled, “You belong to me, I’ll be damned if I don’t teach you the way things are!” He grasped at the air. Husk’s chains manifesting around his neck. They cut the airflow, and he clawed at the shackle on him. Desperately trying to breathe. He closed his eyes, still attempting to break himself free.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the ceiling of his room. He panted as he calmed down, feeling a gentle hand beside him. He turned to his side, his lover beside him. The second he realized they were safe and sound, he knew what he’d just witnessed was a dream. No, not a dream. A nightmare.

“Husk, are you ok? Were you having a nightmare?” They asked him, reaching to caress his face. Without a second thought, Husk placed his face in their hand. The comfort of their touch significantly calmed him.

“I… I don’t want to talk about it… But… I’m glad you’re safe.” Husk muttered, reaching to plant a chaste kiss on their forehead.

His lover smiled, “Of course I’m safe. And hey, you don’t have to tell me anything… Just know I’m here for you, ok?” They mumbled, kissing his cheek in reciprocation.

“I… can I hold you…?” Husk asked, his voice a bit shaky. As if it was the only thing that would make him feel better.

“Of course…” They chuckled, a gentle smile on their face. Husk drew them closer to him. Holding them in his arms. There, right there was the one place he knew they’d be safe.

Scenario 3: Husk's crush falls asleep on his shoulder during movie night

If there was an activity everyone at the hotel loved to participate in was “Friday Night Movie Night”. Of course, it was something that had taken Charlie some time to establish, since she took a long time to filter out the movies she deemed went against the hotel’s goal, but alas, she made it happen.

So today was Friday, 7 pm hit and everyone knew exactly where to gather. The lobby was crowded (by the five employees and two guests) with souls waiting to relax after a week’s worth of work toward redemption. Angel set up a blanket, and in his pajamas, he lay down in front of the old TV (a spot he was willing to fight someone over). He held Fat Nuggets (a baby hell hog Angel loved like a child of his own) in his slim arms as he waited for the movie. It wasn’t his turn to pick the movie, so he didn’t care much what they watched. Nifty was often times very easily distracted, but she was willing to sit for a movie for sure (or at least half of one). Sir Pentious on the other hand, always sat through them, marveling at the videography of each film. As for Charlie and Vaggie, well, they always cuddled next to each other while they watched the movie. Most of the time it ended with Charlie falling asleep on Vaggie’s shoulder, or in the opposite scenario, with Vaggie lightly snoring on Charlie’s shoulder. As for old Alastor, well… let’s say he was more fond of other mediums of entertainment and chose not to join them. But there was one sinner who would always watch from the foot of the lobby’s couch: Husk. He’d normally end up falling asleep during movie night, but he had nowhere better to be, so he simply attended them without issue.

However, on this particular Friday, they had a newcomer. A new guest who despite having about three weeks in the hotel, hadn’t attended a movie night. They swore it was never out of disinterest. Forgetfulness was truly a curse they had. So today, they’d asked Angel to remind them that it was movie night, and Angel sure kept his word. So there they were, trying to decide where to sit as everyone waited for Charlie to pick a movie.

They looked around. The simplest option would be to sit with Angel, but… what if they didn’t? Charlie had encouraged them to socialize more with the employees and guests, and they liked to believe that they spoke to everyone quite well. But even they had to admit that it wasn’t quite true. There was one sinner in particular that they didn’t talk to as much as they hoped and it was Husk. So, the obvious decision was to sit next to him. And it was exactly as they did.

As they chose the spot next to him, setting up their blanket and pillow, Husk turned to them. Almost a bit surprised anyone would choose to sit by him.

“Hi Husk, ya mind if I sit here?” They asked.

“Not at all, go ahead.” He responded casually. He couldn’t help but smile ever so slightly. Unable to contain the soft spot he had for them.

“I found one! What about The Sound of Music?” Charlie exclaimed, immediately getting a groan from Angel Dust. But he didn’t care enough to elaborate on his complaint.

“I think that’s a great option, sweetie.” Vaggie reassured, smiling at her in agreement.

And without another thought, Charlie inserted the VCR into the VCR player (anything newer and Alastor would freak and destroy it himself), turning off the lights and immediately running back to sit next to Vaggie.

Y/n sat comfortably, their eyes glistening in the TV’s dim light. Husk couldn’t help but admire the gorgeous sight for a second. But alas, the movie progressed. The musical numbers already too bearable due to Charlie’s daily song outbursts.

About mid-way through the movie, however, was when Y/n started getting a bit tired. They scoot a bit closer to Husk, their eyes tempting to give in to the exhaustion. Until finally, their eyes closed and they leaned gently on Husk’s shoulder. His cheeks flushed red as he looked around to see if anyone was witnessing this. Upon seeing no one noticing this, he took their blanket and covered them gently. He’d rather not wake them up, they looked so entrancingly precious this way. So he continued watching the movie, smiling at the soft sound of your gentle breathing. He could stay like this forever. He definitely wouldn’t change this for anything in the world.

Eventually, he himself felt as if he was going to give in to his own tiredness and ended up losing the battle against himself. Husk closed his eyes and leaned his head on yours. Slumbering away, your breathing lulling him to sleep.

Needless to say, the second Charlie saw this, she ran to get the camera. She had pictures of it and she would never even dream of getting rid of them. To her, a moment of peace like this was proof that the hotel was definitely working.

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seneon · 10 months

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me when i remember i can send mashle requests 🙏🏻 bless your soul, sen 🫶🏻 so, since i’m lwky sick how about rayne, lance, orter (and or anyone else you want) taking care of sick reader? they had to find out you were feeling unwell from someone else too 😗

CARE ──── ft. rayne ames, lance crown and orter mádl.

about. hcs of the boys taking care of their sick s/o | gn! reader.

notes. ava you're such a W for this ily bro 🔥 anyway, keep the mashle requests coming i love everyone who requests for them.

RAYNE AMES

— honestly, bro's so worried for you the moment a classmate rushed to his class to tell him abt you. you're also a second year, just different classes from rayne for today. so he excused himself and rushed right to you.

— there at the infirmary, you sat down on the bed, your weakened state piercing rayne's heart. he went to embrace you in a hug and reassure you that everything is going to be ok. then he helped you to your dorm to rest.

— what intrigued everyone the most was how he traded places with your dorm mate for a few days just because he wanted to look after you while you're sick. during those moments, he looked after you. your food, temperature, symptoms, etc. he was there the whole time, even if he went for some certain classes that he wouldn't want to miss. but most of the time, he skipped those classes.

— rayne made sure everything was perfectly to your preferences. and you've been pretty obedient with the medicine too, which you didn't want rayne to worry about anymore further considering how he's skipping classes just to look after and accompany you. so you try your hardest to get well soon.

— he probably prayed to God for your health to get better soon. and when his prayers were heard, rayne is overjoyed and kept thanking God and you for doing such a great job in hanging tight to go through it all.

LANCE CROWN

— it was lemon who informed him about your health. of course, he would keep his calm composure but on the inside, he's really worried and panicking. lance thinks it was his fault for going too hard on you during your sparring session since it was pretty much him using his gravitational magic to defeat you so it most probably caused your dizzy mind and body.

— the type to pay you visits with his other friends, since they're always with him. but he does it alone, he apologises so much and ends up crying then sleeping by the bed.

— your sickness wasn't that serious, it was just a mild fever. so all you needed was rest, medicine, and some of lance's comforting words. he tells you about what happened during school everyday, updating you about his day then listening to yours.

— lance notes down your classes' lessons and notes and gives them to you after the day or during free time. there's some certain lessons that you didn't share with lance and he would go all the way to ask your classmates or self study to write notes for you.

— after you were discharged from the school's hospital, lance helped you slowly recover from school as much as he could. he was gentle with your recovery and wouldn't want anyone or anything to hurt you so he's ALWAYS with you to serve as your temporary guard. he protects you for a whole full week, like a dad.

ORTER MÁDL

— unlike rayne or lance, he doesn't show that he concerns. but deep down, he cares, and he doesn't. orter is like a two way kinda person, which is a bit complicating. so you won't know if he actually cares or not, since he didn't really reacted when the doctor told him about you.

— but, he tries his hardest to make time to visit you at the hospital since he's a busy man as divine visionary. once he found out that the hospital you were admitted in gives shitty low-class treatment, he immediately demanded for you to be transferred to the best hospital in the country.

— orter manages to get other divine visionaries to sub for his missions and duties so he could be with you and help look after you. the simple feeling and thought of you being alone in a big hospital gives him an unsettling worry so he decides to be there for you.

— he's the smart type of guy, so he does everything logically. if you don't want to take your meds, he'd just drink it, hold it using it tongue, kiss you and force you you to swallow it by covering your nose. pretty comical actually, how'd he tries showing you care but ends up screwing some of it up.

— it's ok tho, he's probably just feeling a bit of like a tsundere. he denies your teasing but ends up getting flustered. that would actually help you a lot in your recovery as your gloomy days spent in the hospital was filled with orter's entertainment until you were discharged, all healthy thus giving orter so many kisses which he would awkwardly return one on your lip.

#⋆ ❨ writing ❩ ֢֢֢ ۟#mashle #mashle hcs #rayne ames #rayne ames x reader #lance crown #lance crown x reader #orter madl #orter mádl x reader #mashle imagines #mashle x reader #mashle: magic and muscles #mashle fluff #★ avava

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alornights · 1 year

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⟢ airheads

➜ in which ! stan is head over heels in love with the bimbo girl.

🌷 ﹫stan marsh.

✩ 🦩 warnings﹗suggestive.

🍧 ⟡ notes — me core somehow.

bro i got so carried away with this its so long, i love this sm.

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"Who's that?" Stan murmured nodding his head over to a girl who walked through the cafeteria doors dressed in all pink, looking like a lost deer.

Kenny giggled leaning his chin on his head, "The new love of my life, she's new to town. Dumb and pretty I heard."

"You shouldn't degrade people like that..." Kyle murmured taking a sip of his drink, watching her walk around.

"Totally would bang," Cartman yelled with a grin.

"Like she would ever go for you."

"AY- I HEARD THAT-"

Stan tuned them watching you look around, scratching your hair with some pretty long nails. He sighed standing up, walking over to you, "Do you need help?"

You turned around with a big smile but Stan couldn't help but look down at your chest. "Oh, I just don't know where to sit. Why don't you sit with me!"

"What."

he doesn't understand it. he just can't wrap his head around why he liked you so much.

it wasn't even because of your looks, something about you just scratched his brain the right way.

the way you talk, the way you moved, the way you do anything is just so addictive to him. even you just writing something makes his head spin because it's you.

anytime you talk to him he just blacks out, to be honest, just being around you makes him so dizzy.

the way you pout when you get a question wrong in class has him gripping the table trying not to react to how adorable it was.

"I don't understand." He groaned laying on the concrete ground. "I can't fucking get her out of my mind. It's like she injected me."

"Whipped." Kenny teased passing the ball to Kyle.

"Shut up."

"Probably because you dated Wendy for so long that you're so used to serious mature people," Kyle concluded with a smirk shooting his basketball. "She's dumb, she's energetic, she's cool, she's hot. You like those stuff but you put them aside for Wendy."

"...God I hate it when your smart and right."

"It's part of my charm."

by this point it's mental. there's not a single second where you're not in his brain, even little things get him thinkin' bout you.

would help you in classes he's good at and no matter how much you don't understand it he'll help you get through it.

he thinks you two are a match made in heaven. the emo kid dating the popular bimbo girl? WHERE COULD IT GO WRONG-

loses his mind when he sees you biting the end of your pencil with narrowed eyes trying to understand the material.

gets very flustered when you actually flirt back with him when he accidentally called you gods best creation.

"God's best creation?" You teased leaning over the desk where you two sat and Stan tried his hardest not to look at your rather revealed chest. "Why that means we may be a match made in heaven."

"What."

You giggled taking your hand in his. "You're so cute, Stan."

"What."

he got a bit better but not really.

kenny got hella mad when you started being stan's new passenger princess. instead of all his shit in the glove compartment, he finds a bunch of makeup, candy (not that he doesn't mind), hair ties, and some other shit.

would drive you anywhere you wanted. just ask him and he wills, it doesn't matter what he's doing he'll drop everything for you.

loves listening to you ramble about those reality tv shows or all the twitter drama going on, while very confused, he still loves it.

somehow gets you into rock. he doesn't know how.

bro if you two got to the point of kissing, he's obsessed with your lipstick smudging his lips, it's his fav thing ever.

extra points if you kiss him on his neck and shoulder, HE WILL NOT WIPE THAT SHIT OFF.

if tegrady farms is still around and making money will probably use that money to go shopping with you.

"Are you sure?" You questioned clinging onto his arm as you walked around the mall though the smile on your face said you loved this.

Stan smiled, "Of course baby. I wanna treat you right today."

"Baby?"

maybe he did get bold.

but seeing the way you lit up when he called you that. so he keeps going with it, and he loves how jealous everyone gets.

his dad may complain about all his money disappearing but stan couldn't care less with the way he gets to see you trying on clothes for him like a runway model.

especially those revealing outfits... lord have mercy on him.

couldnt help but stare at your ass when some of skirts and dresses started hiking up.

and tbh if you beg enough, he will get his nails done with you. he fucking enjoyed it, and went back again with you.

bonus, the first time you went with him, you let him pick out the nails and it was your favorite set ever.

and then you started getting very bold.

The two of you sat on the floor of Stan's living room studying for a science test. Stan got lucky that his parents were out of town for the weekend and his sister was off in college.

Unluckily, you two were getting no progress done.

"I don't understand Stan this is too haaard," You whined out loudly throwing your hands over his neck. "I'm boreeed. Why don't we..." You trailed off letting one of your hand land on his thigh, "Why don't we take a break? Have some fun."

"Huh...?" Stan murmured, eyes widened as his body got hotter and hotter with every second, his mind running to all sorts of thoughts.

"So?" You questioned with a pure smile letting your hand trail up.

"Oh."

#south park x reader #stan marsh x reader

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leighsartworks216 · 11 days

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... Oops

Harvey x gn!Farmer

Had this thought when I remembered I had to take my meds tonight. I just think it would be nice to have someone who takes care of you when you're a bit stupid and forget to take very important meds 👉👈

Also, Baja Blast is the actual name of my blue chicken lmao

Also also, this is written in third person POV instead of my usual second person POV

Warnings: swearing, dizziness, anxiety, possibly OOC Harvey

Word Count: 1,592

Masterlist

AO3

Harvey rubbed at his eyes as he slipped out of bed, glancing absentmindedly at the empty space beside him. The farmer was already up, of course. He worried for them when he realized how early they woke up each day, but it couldn't be helped if they wanted to take care of their farm all in one day.

He adjusted his glasses on his face as he shuffled to the kitchen. A cup of hot coffee sat on the counter waiting for him, as it always was. He smiled to himself. Fresh coffee from beans they grew themselves always tasted better than anything Gus could ever dream of making. It was perfectly bitter and smooth as he gulped it down.

He looked out the window of the cabin that overlooked the field left to the farmer by their grandfather. There weren't any unwanted stumps, logs or boulders anymore. Fences penned in the animals as they meandered about, munching on fresh grass. The crops were already watered. The scarecrows teetered slightly in the breeze, the fabric of their gloves almost appearing to wave back at him. He always enjoyed the one that resembled an animated movie character - the farmer had been so proud of it when they stuck it into the ground.

His eyes scanned the paths and fences, searching for his partner.

Hm, they must be in one of the barns.

He stared out a while longer, hoping to catch a glimpse as they came out. A concerned frown etched its way onto his face, but he tried writing off the anxiety swarming in his gut. They're probably just refilling the feeders or refilling their kegs or... Really, it's nothing to get worried about. They knew what they were doing! As long as they stayed out of those damn mines, he had nothing to worry about.

He sighed, shaking his head to remove the flood of worried thoughts in his head. Downing the last of the coffee and placing the mug in the sink, he went off to the bathroom to get ready for a day in the clinic.

He peeked out the window again after he got out of the shower. A blue chicken - a gift from Shane the farmer had named Baja Blast - clucked cheerily as it walked out of the open gate. The farmer usually kept the gates closed, always worrying about coyotes or foxes coming to eat their precious hens. It was unusual for them to keep it open, even if they were inside the coop.

He bustled about in a slight rush to get dressed and gather his things for work, namely a giant thermos of coffee and a lunch prepared for him waiting in the fridge, before slipping out of the cabin. He set it all down on a rocking chair sitting on the porch, creaking in the wind.

Baja Blast clucked up at him as he scooped her into his arms. “C’mon, you shouldn’t be out here. All your food is in here,” he says to the chicken as he steps through the gate and closes it behind him. With a cursory glance back, it didn’t seem like any other chickens got out. He couldn’t remember how many his partner had anymore. He had no idea how in the world they kept up with chickens, ducks, goats, sheep, cows, and pigs on one farm alone. It made his head spin trying to guess how they kept their head on straight with so much to do.

He set Baja Blast down with a white chicken, Madame Clucks. She went back right to pecking away at the grass.

Harvey set his hands on his hips as he looked around. Even out here, he couldn’t see the farmer. Okay, how he was worried. His hands fidgeted anxiously as he stumbled in his loafers through the soft dirt to the coop door. If they weren’t in here, he’d have to check the other barns. And if they weren’t in the barns, he’d have to call Marnie or Shane, or, Yoba forbid, Marlon at the Adventurer’s Guild, just in case they really had slipped off to the mines without telling him. But what if they weren’t in the mines? He’d have to call- Yoba, who could he call? Everyone? Ask if they’ve seen the farmer around today? It wasn’t even 8am, nobody would be up and about to know if they’d gone through town.

He pushed open the door, a bit harder than he meant to as some chickens lingering inside bawk’d and spooked away, leaving feathers in their wake. He couldn’t even focus on that. His eyes immediately landed on the figure sitting on the chest by the mayonnaise machine. They were hunched over and holding their head.

“Farmer!” Harvey rushed forward, all the old anxiety quickly replaced with a thousand more fears. He knelt down by them and rested a hand on their shoulder, looking at them with wide eyes. From this angle he could see their eyes were closed, face pinched in discomfort. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

They shook their head. “‘M just lightheaded. I bent down to grab the eggs and I got really dizzy.”

He pressed the back of his hand to their forehead, brushing back some hair as he pulled away. “You’re not running a fever.” He let out a hesitant breath of relief. “Do you think you can stand?”

After a moment, they nodded. Harvey stood up and supported them as they stood. They wobbled on their feet, but he wrapped an arm around their waist to steady them.

“Easy now. Let’s get you back inside.”

“What about-”

“Don’t you dare put your farm over your own wellbeing,” he warned. “I can call Shane and see if he’ll take over for the day.”

The farmer sighed, relenting. He knew how much peace they found tending to everything themselves, despite how overwhelming it seemed on the outside. They had a whole process for everything, and they’d explained before just how much of the simpler tasks they’d automated with sprinklers and some of Maru’s machines. Still, he was absolutely not about to let them go right back to work when they can barely stand up without a light breeze threatening to knock them over.

Harvey opened the gate and helped them through, shooing Baja Blast back inside as he shut the gate again. His partner gave an undignified snort at the offended squawk she let out. “At least you feel well enough to laugh.”

“Like I said, Harv, I’m just dizzy.” They leaned heavily into him as he led them along the paths to the cabin. Their feet hung up on uneven stones and the stairs leading to the door more than once.

“Dizziness is a symptom of something else. I just want to make sure it really is nothing serious.”

“I know you do.” They offered him a slight smile, but it quickly soured to a frown as they shut their eyes again with a frown. “Yoba, it feels like the whole world is spinning.”

“We’re almost there.” The line would have been less out of place if this wasn’t their home that they knew as well as they knew the names of all their animals, but they were too out of it to point it out and Harvey was too in his own head to notice it. So they stumbled together through the house to the large two-person bed.

The farmer laid down with a whine, pressing the balls of their hands to their eyes. “How is this worse somehow?” they groaned.

Harvey pressed a comforting hand to their shoulder. “Did you eat breakfast this morning?” They hummed affirmatively with a nod. “When did you get back home last night?”

“Like… 1? 1:40?”

He sighed, scratching his brow with his thumb. That was a conversation for later. “Did you take your meds?”

The silence was deafening. They covered their whole face with their hands with a muffled, “Fuck, I’m stupid.”

“So you didn’t take your iron?”

They shook their head but regretted it immediately after, uncovering their face with a grimace. Their hands plopped pathetically to the bed beside them. “No, I completely forgot. I was trying to run back from the beach after fishing all night - I must have been so tired it just slipped my mind.”

He let out a long sigh. “At least it’s nothing serious. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“‘M sorry, Harvey.”

“It’s…” He frowned at the idea of saying ‘okay’. As a doctor, he really couldn’t brush off not taking prescribed medication, especially with a partner with such a severe case of anemia. He’d protest against them running a farm at all if they weren’t so determined. “We’ll figure out a better system, okay? We can put them in a pill-minder and keep them on your nightstand.”

They nodded. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

That shocked a laugh out of him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to their forehead, his mustache scratching their skin in a familiar way. “Of course - that is my job after all. Now sit tight, I’ll grab your supplements and call Shane. Anything he needs to know about?”

“Just make sure he pets all of the animals. They deserve daily pats.”

“I’ll make sure he knows,” he chuckled fondly as his footsteps began their retreat from the bedroom to the house beyond.

“I love you!”

His warm laugh rang out again, echoed against the wood Robin nailed together and the photos on the walls. “I love you, too!”

#fanfic #fanfiction #harvey x reader #harvey x farmer #sdv harvey x reader #sdv harvey x farmer #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley x farmer #sdv harvey #stardew valley harvey #stardew valley #fluff

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sagesolsticewrites · 2 months

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Hiya could you do Harry Crosby + “ if you asked me to marry you tomorrow, i'd say yes. “ “ what about today?” from one of your drabble prompt lists please and thanks 💛

Thank you so much for requesting, Nonnie! I’ve adored these Masters of the Air requests, especially getting to write for Harry my love!! Our favorite navigator 🥰

Quick warning that there is a nonzero chance of historical inaccuracies here, and the timeline may be a little off, but I did actual research for this one y’all! New additions to the ever-growing Useless Knowledge section of my brain: knowing where Lt. Harry Crosby studied for college (he was working on his graduate degree at the University of Iowa when the Pearl Harbor attack occurred; he went back to finish his degree there in 1947 and earned his PhD from Stanford University in 1953!), when and why he joined the Army Air Forces (paused his studies at U of I to enlist after Pearl Harbor), and where he was sent for his training (Mathers Field, California) before being stationed in Idaho, and eventually at East Anglia. Look at me go lol 🤪 Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

a/n: well, that’ll teach me not to try to format my fics on mobile 😂 I guess the Harry fic’s coming out today! Hope you like it Nonnie <3

Masterlist

Just Say Yes

You waited anxiously under the maple tree at the edge of the campus courtyard, fiddling with the worn, creased paper in your hands — Harry’s last letter, telling you that this next visit home would likely be his last before he was transferred to Idaho, and then to who knows where.

I’ll meet you under our tree, pretty girl, the letter had read, Saturday, our usual time?

The tree— the very maple tree you stood in the shade of now— was where you had met often when you were both students at the University of Iowa, studying English. The tradition had started when you were paired up for a project, and Harry asked if you would mind working outside.

“I think better in the fresh air,” he had said, almost apologetically, and you had agreed almost instantly, captivated by the quiet but clearly very smart boy who sat next to you in class.

Even after the project was over and graded, you continued to meet under that tree nearly every day at 2 o’clock after class to compare class notes or exchange feedback on essays.

And after nearly four months of meeting and working together, it was under that tree where Harry Crosby finally asked you out on a date.

Leaning back against the tree, you were jolted out of your trip down memory lane by a familiar voice calling your name.

Grinning, you turned to see Harry strolling towards you, dapper in his dress uniform, one arm raised in greeting, the other cradling a bouquet of tulips— your favorite.

You pushed off from the tree, unable to wait a single second longer, and sprinted to meet him, uncaring of the students staring at the crazy lady running across their campus.

He opened his arms as the distance between you lessened until you crashed into him, burying your head in his chest. He stumbled back a bit, absorbing your momentum, but he was quick to embrace you, quicker still to turn your momentum into a dizzying, joyous twirl, lifting your feet off the ground.

You let out a gleeful laugh as the world spun around you, and pulled him in for a long-overdue kiss once your feet were firmly back on the ground.

After the two of you reluctantly pulled apart, you cupped his face in your hands, drinking him in: lips stained red from your lipstick, hat knocked askew, uniform now more than a little wrinkled, and best of all, those warm brown eyes you had missed so much overflowing with love.

He looked as dapper as ever.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he murmured with a smile, a greeting for your ears only.

It had been so long since you’d heard those words from his lips, and all you could do was blink back the tears that sprang to your eyes as you replied with a simple, tender “Hi.”

Understanding filled his eyes, and he pulled you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead and allowing you a moment to compose yourself before the two of you headed back towards your tree.

“Oh!” He said, holding the bouquet out to you as if he just now remembered he had it, “For you, m’lady.”

You took the bouquet, fingering the delicate pink and yellow petals. “They’re beautiful, Harry,” you smiled up at him, “Thank you.”

“Anything for my girl,” he said, gesturing for you to sit and make yourself comfortable first before he settled next to you in the shade.

“So,” he said, wrapping an arm around you, “Tell me everything. What have I missed? How’d that paper go that you were telling me about?”

You couldn’t help but light up at the mention of your latest paper— your pride and joy, your best work yet if you didn’t say so yourself— and at Harry’s encouraging smile, you rambled on about themes and motifs and parallels, Harry occasionally chiming in with a suggestion that made the connections you had made even clearer.

Despite the plethora of letters you had sent each other, each doing your best to keep the other updated, you and Harry never seemed to run out of things to talk about: the conversation flowed from your latest paper to how Harry had been giving the guys some book recommendations based on your suggestions, to the small bookshop you had taken to visiting, compiling a list of titles for him that you thought he’d enjoy. Harry mentioned that some of his comrades had set up a small library of sorts in the barracks, running on the honor system, but they’d likely need to shut it down soon, with people moving to their more permanent placements.

“Oh that reminds me,” Harry said, digging in his pocket for a moment before triumphantly revealing a scrap of paper with his distinctive scrawl.

“Plenty of the guys are getting letters from their wives and sweethearts,” he said, slipping you the small piece of paper with the address of his next assignment in Boise, “I wanna make sure I’m one of ‘em.”

“Getting letters from your wife, or your sweetheart?” You asked playfully, tucking the slip of paper safely in your pocket.

“Uh.. Well, I mean…” Harry stammered, trying very hard not to think about the small box in his pocket.

“Hey,” you pause to assure him, “I was just kidding.” Under the shade of your tree, you rested your head on his shoulder, looking out at the courtyard. “I know we’re a little young, but…” You took a deep breath, entwining your fingers with his, “If you asked me to marry you tomorrow, I’d say yes.”

You caught the barest hint of movement out of the corner of your eye, and you glanced over to see a small box held out to you.

A box in Harry’s hand that was open to reveal a delicate gold ring.

“What about today?” Harry asked softly, close enough that his breath brushed your cheek.

“I— Harry—” You were speechless, your world zeroing in on that small gold band before realizing that you had been silent for far too long.

You nodded furiously, turning to kiss him before you could even get the words out.

“Is that a—��

Harry’s tentative question was cut short by your lips crashing onto his. His hands came up to cup your cheeks, kissing you back with equal fervor, the ring box left in your lap.

You both eventually pulled away, gasping for air. Harry’s forehead remained pressed to yours, chocolate brown eyes locked on you.

“Was that a yes?” He asked, lips still just barely brushing yours, and you could feel him trying not to smile.

You were an English major. There were a thousand words you could have said, a thousand speeches of acceptance and love and devotion you could have made.

Only one word mattered to you just then.

“Yes.”

#sage answers #my writing #harry crosby #lt harry crosby #masters of the air #masters of the air x reader #harry crosby x reader #anthony boyle #anthony boyle harry crosby #anthony boyle lt harry crosby #anthony boyle x reader

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kyokutsu-sama · 6 months

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So I see your shunsui scenario and raise you, reader who gets super cuddly and happy when drinking. Mayhaps it's the first time they've seen the reader like this? (I can't decide between shunsui and Jushiro for this bc both are good, choose what you like lol)

-@dragon-anon

A/n: @dragon-anon I also couldn't decide which one to write about, but since I used Shunsui in the other work, I thought it would be funny if he and the reader switched roles😅. I hope you like it❤️

You and Shunsui were leaving at the beginning of the night to go out and have a drink. You used to do this sometimes, with him being the one who ended up overdoing it and having to be the one to take him home while he leaned on you, after he got really drunk, to be able to walk properly. You weren't the type to drink as much as he did, but that day was different and you tried to join him in drinking without knowing if you were going to be able to handle it or not.

You both approached the counter to start ordering drinks.

"Are you also going to drink something ?" He asked looking at you

"Yes"

"Do you want sake?"

"Yes"

He then ordered a bottle and a short time later the bartender arrived with the drink, Shunsui opened it and poured both glasses.

"There was no need to order such a big bottle, I don't even drink that much" You said before bringing the glass to your lips

"But I do"He said, swallowing the drink."And I think you should drink a little more today, it's good for relief"He advised

"Only if it's for you"

"No, seriously, you should try"

You looked at him and then at the bottle and considered whether or not you should abuse alcohol a little. You still had a long night ahead and tomorrow was the weekend so why not take advantage?

"Fine, I'll try" You said and he smiled

"Now see if you can handle it"

"Trust me, I shouldn't be that bad when I drink" You said with a confident air

Glass after glass, bottle after bottle, you were already starting to see everything spinning around you, he couldn't contain a few laughs after seeing you getting drunk for the first time. Shunsui was witnessing one of the moments in his life that he thought was impossible. Until after some time he had to ask the bar waiter not to bring any more drinks given your condition, he himself no longer felt sober, but as he had more resistance to alcohol, he was the one who ended up taking you home this time, placing your arm on top of his shoulders so you can walk straight and returning.

"My god, I think I shouldn't have exaggerated, why the hell did I take your advice?" You smiled as he sat you down on the couch and sat next to you

"I warned you that if you couldn't handle it, to stop and you continued drinking. You see, after all, you didn't follow my advice" He said laughing

"I was talking about what you said at the beginning, you said that the drink provided relief and now I see everything spinning"

"Don't you feel relieved?"

"A little, apart from the dizziness, but yes I feel good, a lot" You said, moving a few strands of hair away from his face. "I don't know if it was the alcohol but... you know, I think you should hug me and I think we should hug each other, you know?" You said, getting closer and closer to him

"Do you want a hug?" He frowned

"Yes, please give me a hug" you said almost pouting

"Come here" He said pulling you onto his lap hugging you, putting his arms around you

You placed your head in the crook of his neck, snuggling against him, while his hands roamed through your hair and your back. He was actually surprised to know that you looked so cute when you drank, he gave you a smile as you cuddled against him.

"You give the best hugs in all Seireitei, I love you so much" You said hugging him

"I'm grateful for that Y/n"

"You're so cute, look at you" You said, pulling away a little and squeezing his cheeks before kissing his forehead a few times and hugging him again

Shunsui thought about giving you a dose of compliments too but in the condition you were in, you would probably smother him with kisses until the next day and so he just stayed there with you on his lap and giving you back the affection you were giving him.

After some time kissing and cuddling, he looked at you slightly after a while and since you looked so peaceful, he figured you had fallen asleep on his shoulder and kissed your temple.

"You must be tired, let's go to sleep" He picked you up and took you to the room

He placed you gently on the bed and you seemed to be sleeping so well that you didn't feel anything, he laid down next to you and kissed you one last time before falling asleep.

When you woke up the next day he was sitting right next to you, combing your hair with his fingertips while he watched you open your eyes slightly. Your vision was still a little hazy, but the way his eyes were looking at you made everything seem clear.

"Good morning dear, are you feeling well today?" He said

"My head hurts" You said rubbing your eyes

"It was the drink, it will pass"He leaned over and kissed your forehead

"And you ?"

"I'm fine, just a little tired" He said, getting up from the bed. "You should see yourself when you drink, you're extremely cute and happy"

"Really? I don't remember almost anything" You frowned looking at him seeing him smile at the memories

"Yeah, you even gave me a lot of kisses and hugs, telling me such beautiful things. I think I should take you to drink more often just to see this romantic side of you for me" He laughed and you threw the pillow at him, hitting him on the head

#bleach #bleach fandom #shunsui kyoraku #bleach imagines #bleach x reader #kyoraku shunsui x reader #fluff imagine

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ranhaitanisgf · 4 months

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Hello. Can I request “girl/boy next door” and getting sick” with Kazutora. Reader gets sick and Kazutora takes care of her. Thanks!

— kazutora hanemiya // boy next door // getting sick

☆ ˎˊ˗ helloooo this is my fave cliche ever omfg. why was i such a genius like srsly 16 yr old me was cooking with this cliche event... also this was my first time writing for kazutora !! if i remember correctly, i didn't have him in my regular reqs but i decided to put him in the event reqs, so apologies if hes a bit ooc ... blegh anyways enjoyyyy my lovelies have a wonderful day !! xoxoxo

☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 1.5k+

☆ ˎˊ˗ gn!reader implied

masterlist || 2k masterlist

you knew that you had lost when you’d woken up with a sore throat yesterday, but you didn’t think that it was going to escalate into this. you’d felt mostly fine yesterday, a bit under the weather if anything, but it hadn’t been anything that you couldn’t handle, so imagine your surprise when you woke up and felt exponentially worse.

your vision went fuzzy every time you tried to stand up and you were sure that your night clothes were soaked through with sweat, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to come out from under the blankets, shivering despite the added layers on top of you. the only thing you had the energy for was to flip your phone open and closed, occasionally texting your friends who were telling you about their vacations.

the air in your room was excruciatingly stuffy, but you swore you would somehow fall out of the window from dizziness if you tried to open it, so you stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling and watching your phone screen for new notifications.

the silence of your room was disturbed by a light knocking sound; when you sat up in bed and looked to your window, you saw a familiar face wave and smile at you. you could hear his muffled voice through the window, ‘let me in!’.

you smiled at kazutora, telling him to give you a second as you slowly got up from your bed, throwing on a t-shirt laying on the floor over your tank top. you swayed a bit as you walked over to the window, which you could see made his face twist with concern. a few moments later you opened the window, though you were struggling a bit with opening it more than a few inches. luckily for you, kazutora’s hands slipped under the window, opening it the rest of the way with ease.

“ah, thanks…” you murmured, yawning a bit as you started to walk back to bed. behind you, you could hear kazutora coming through the window and closing it, and you heard him begin to say something, but a ringing in your ears blocked out his voice. your vision blurred a bit as you swayed once again, the dizziness starting to get to you. you could faintly feel someone grabbing your shoulders, and after a few seconds your vision began to return and the ringing in your ears slowly dissipated.

“...(y/n)?! are you alright?!” in front of you was kazutora, worry strewed over his pretty face. “are you hurt?! what happened-?!”

“i’m fine kazu…just deathly sick…” you murmured, your eyebrows pinched together. “please stop shouting…”

“deathly sick?! do i need to take you to the hospital??”

“i just told you to stop yelling, and no. i’ll probably be fine in a couple days, i was joking. lemme get in bed, please.” at your request, kazutora released his hands from your shoulders, though they hovered near you as you walked the last few steps to your bed, scared that you were going to get a wave of dizziness again.

as soon as you sat down again the dizziness went away, making you feel a bit better. you watched as kazutora hovered over you; you could see the unsaid question on his face, wondering if there’s anything he can do to make you feel better.

“you can sit down y’know, i’m not actually dying. i’m glad you’re here actually; i was getting so bored.” you groaned, patting the spot next to you for kazutora to sit down. “i’ve been sitting here staring at my phone, waiting for people to text me. how lame is that?”

he hesitantly sat down next to you, disregarding your words as his hand went to feel your forehead. the coolness of his hand felt nice against your heated flesh, making you sigh a bit in relief.

“you feel really warm…” he murmured, somehow managing to look even more worried. “have you taken any medicine?”

“no…” you answered, a bit embarrassed. you’d been feeling too dizzy to go and get medicine from the store, but you supposed that you should have kept some on hand just in case.

at your words, kazutora suddenly sprung up, mumbling something about having to make a call as he exited your room and stepped out into the hallway. he closed the door, so you could only hear him talking to someone on the phone, but nothing more than just muffled parts of it. after almost five minutes, he came back in your room, a determined look on his face.

“i-i’ll be back!! just give me a bit, but i’ll be back!” before you could say anything else, kazutora walked across your room, opening the window and climbing out of it.

dumbfounded, you sat in silence for a moment before flopping back, burying your face in your pillow.

“he left the window open…”

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kazutora is feeling very unsure of himself right now.

despite consulting who he thinks is an expert in these things, he isn’t sure if he’s gotten the right things, and he sure as hell has no clue whether or not it’ll actually help you.

he’s taken it upon himself to help nurse you back to health; he hasn’t been sick a whole lot of times, but he knew that every time he was sick his mom would always make a bowl of rice porridge and would make him drink a capful of nasty medicine so that he would get better. he knows that you can take care of yourself, and he also knows how much you like being independent, but in all honesty, it gave him a big scare when he saw the state you were in earlier. paired with the fact that you live alone, he was worried that your sickness might get worse and that you wouldn’t call anybody to help you, (he knows that probably wouldn’t happen, but he can’t stop himself from thinking these things).

and so here he was, nervously biting his nails as he walked back to your house from the convenience store, a plastic bag in his other hand containing all the essentials for taking care of sick people, (according to chifuyu).

when he arrived at your window, he carefully climbed through, not wanting to scare you.

“(y/n), i’m back-...” kazutora immediately shut himself up when he saw that you were asleep, breathing softly and looking as peaceful as ever. he smiled a bit to himself, walking to your bedside and gingerly setting the plastic bag down beside him.

the other hard part of this was containing his feelings.

he had to admit to himself that he had become quite flustered when he’d seen you in just your tank top for that brief moment, glad that you hadn’t been looking his way while he got a handle on his emotions. he’d had an even harder time trying not to get flustered when you had leaned into his hand, resisting the urge to keep your hand on your forehead for longer, (he already had kept his hand there for longer than he probably should have).

as he watched you sleep, he noticed that your face was a lot more flushed than usual and that your breathing was quite heavy, which made him frown a bit. he wishes that he could transfer your sickness to him, that he could take whatever pain and discomfort you were feeling and give it to himself. he thinks that he feels more pain now just seeing you suffering than any other time he’s felt pain before.

kazutora is snapped out of his thoughts when your face twists in discomfort, your brows scrunching in your sleep. his hand reaches out all on its own, brushing some of your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

what did chifuyu say again…?

“ah, cold packs…” he murmured to himself, digging through the bag beside him. after a few moments of searching, he found the package, ripping it open and taking a cold pack out. he peeled the sticker covering off and used his sleeve to wipe any sweat and stray hair off of your forehead, taking the sticky part and carefully pressing it to your forehead.

he’s not sure what else he can do since you’re still sleeping; he brought food for you to eat and medicine for you to take, but he’s also heard that sleep is the best medicine when you’re sick, so he’s not entirely sure if he should wake you up. he shouldn’t, right?

right.

he knows it’s probably weird to watch you sleep, but he swears he’s not watching in a weird way! he’s definitely not watching because the hair splayed around your face makes you look divine, no, of course not…

before he knows it, kazutora is leaning forward and he is pressing his lips against the cold pack on your forehead, and oh my god what is he doing?! he immediately leans back, a hand to his lips as he stares at you with wide eyes. you’re not awake, right? he can’t tell if that’s a good or bad thing, because did he just take advantage of the fact that you were sleeping?

oh god, i’m definitely a freak.

you’re just glad that the flush from your fever covers up your flush from getting a kiss from the boy you like.

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sevens-evan · 10 months

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For the prompts, either 19. it made me think of you, 24. just really needed a hug sort of hug, or 15. bed warm

v4 v5 era sadness and Also beacon bees just for you since i put off answering this prompt like a week lol. also i don't know why i chose to write this in past tense i managed to confuse myself with the tenses halfway through. getting less literate as we speak. if the tenses don't make sense at some point please respect that i have not written past tense in Years

Blake got sick once, at Beacon.

She hadn't exactly had a lot of time to go get her flu shot while she was running missions for the White Fang in the months before her matriculation; it was honestly a bit of a miracle it hadn't happened sooner. Several nasty viruses had already swept through the dorms by the time Blake finally got hit, not long at all before the Vytal Festival. In hindsight, she was grateful it wasn't any sooner. She would've hated to try to handle hiding her ears from her teammates at the same time as trying not to cough her lungs out or pass out every time she sat up too fast.

At the time, she was just irritated it was happening at all.

The first two days, Blake could pretend to be fine. By the third day, she excused herself from class when she found herself getting dizzy in her chair and slunk back to the dorm in defeat. She'd found it empty, of course, and barely managed to drop her things on the floor and take her bow off before the need to lie down overwhelmed her.

Drop her things, take her bow off, and crawl up into Yang's bed instead of her own, that is.

Hours later, when Yang returned from class, Blake was just awake enough to notice, unable to sleep between the shivers wracking her body and the sweat beading on her forehead.

"Blake," Yang said, setting her own bag on the chair by the desk. "You good?"

"Mmhhghmph."

"Blake..." Yang reached up over the side of the bunk bed and set her hand on Blake's forehead. And, okay, maybe Blake was a little overheated, since Yang's skin actually felt cold against hers, and Yang is never, ever cold. "You're burning up. You gotta get out of those blankets."

Blake shivered at the very thought.

"M'cold."

"I know you are." Yang's voice took on a tone that Blake had never heard before. It reminded her of the way Yang often spoke to Ruby. Not quite maternal, but almost uncomfortably close to it, considering the nature of her and Blake's relationship. "But you've got to cool off some, okay? I'll get a cold washcloth for your head." Blake groaned wordlessly in response, half-listening as Yang left the room and the tap ran in the bathroom.

"Okay, scoot over." Yang was already back; Blake must've dozed off for a moment. Blake flopped herself to the side, aching all the way, and let Yang climb up and squeeze into bed beside her, sitting up, back against the wall. Yang found Blake's forehead with the washcloth like a homing missile, making Blake flinch at the freezing cold water, even as it felt paradoxically good despite her trembling.

"What are you doing in my bed, anyway? You could've fallen if you're this sick." Yang's fingertips pressed the washcloth down against Blake's forehead. The pressure felt good—soothing. Blake didn't have the energy to lift her head and encourage it, but luckily Yang didn't seem inclined to stop.

(Later, Blake would blame her presence in Yang's bed—and her honesty in this moment—on fevered delirium.)

"It's warmer than mine."

"Warmer?" Yang repeated. "It's the same bed."

"You have nicer blankets." That much was true; Yang had replaced the blanket Beacon provided each of them with a thick comforter, and over top of that, a handmade quilt from home that was wonderfully heavy pressing down onto Blake.

"Speaking of which." Yang's hand finally left Blake's forehead, much to her disappointment. "You've got to let some of this heat out." Blake groaned in protest, but allowed Yang to tug the blankets away from her body, letting fresh air in to draw the heat of the fever out. It was cold, and hot, and uncomfortable, but it wasn't as bad as it could've been, not with Yang there beside her.

(It's this that Blake thinks of, months later, when she picks up some kind of sickness on Menagerie and sweats it out in her childhood bedroom. Her mother brings her water, and ice, and pets her hair back from her sweating face, and it's lovely, it really is; Blake had missed her parents and the way they took care of her, is grateful that they still take care of her after everything, but Blake lies there and aches and thinks about Yang. Yang's always-warm hands, cold on her feverish skin, and the fact that there is no universe where Blake will feel them exactly like that again.)

#bumbleby #rwby #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #gimme-tea-bitch #answered #my fics #fic: bumbleby

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good-beanswrites · 4 months

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haii bean !!! I wanted to bully kotoko request some funnies and sillies :) could you please write a drabble with amane and yuno (and anyone else) annoying kotoko . i feel like amane and yuno would go :3 and kotoko would go >:T… ofc feel free to ignore/dlt this :3

LOL of course! I'm sad I've become the Milgram Bully but I'm glad to give the boys a little break 😂 Thank you so much for the request, it was really fun getting back into the swing of writing with this! (also wooooo it's getting me so hyped for Deep Cover!!) Out of everyone, those two could definitely get away with :3-ing Kotoko to no end...

“Thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-sev--”

“Hey, Kotoko?”

“Thirty-se, er, thirty-eight...”

“Kotoko?”

“Thirty- uh…”

“Hey, hey, Kotoko?”

She rolled onto her back, having lost count of her pushups. “Yuno.” Her voice was even between heavy breaths. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Actually, I can see you need a break, and I’m happy to provide one!”

With a grunt, Kotoko sat up to face her. Yuno smiled down, her eyes sparkling with... something. Amane stood nearby, looking just as suspiciously sweet.

“What do you two need…?”

“We’re here to join you,” Amane said. “We wish to work out.”

“Oh? You’ve never been interested in exercise before.”

“Well, you yourself have motivated us to get stronger.”

“I’m pretty sure you just got bored…”

“Of course not! We’re committed!”

Kotoko studied them with a harsh look. They smiled innocently back. She narrowed her eyes. They widened theirs in anticipation. She leaned back. They leaned forward.

Yuno clasped her hands together. “Come ooon~ It’ll be fun having workout buddies! I’m a very hard worker, and you’ve seen how well-behaved Amane is. How bad could it be?”

Very, apparently.

She started with some stretches to get them warmed up. It was impossible to get them to focus, or hit the right positions, or stop giggling. Kotoko tried to tell them about breath control, but they seemed more excited to chatter on about everything under the sun.

“I’ve always thought of stretching like this and being a famous dancer,” Yuno said. “Like a ballerina…” She did a little set of twirls. Kotoko tried to tell her not to do anything to crazy before they’d warmed up, but she just kept on spinning.

Amane’s eyes lit up. “I’ve always wanted to be in a marching band. They’re like dancers, a little bit!”

“Ooh, you’re right! I could never be so uniform, though, I want to do my own thing… like an idol or something!” Yuno did another set of moves. No one was following Kotoko’s perfectly timed toe touches anymore.

“I guess we can get started…”

There was just as much dancing when they began jumping jacks, despite the fact that there were only two very clear positions to hit. Yuno wanted to do sets that traveled around the room, then ones that turned rapidly around in a circle, then ones that turned really rapidly in a circle. She and Amane made themselves dizzy with it.

Kotoko decided a good, grounded activity would serve them better. They took turns holding each others’ feet and counting situps. Yuno got distracted easily, delving into nonstop conversation whether she should have been counting, watching, or doing the situps herself. She’d use her hands to talk, letting go of whoever she was meant to stabilize. Amane, on the other hand was practically a drill sergeant the way she tried to keep the others on pace.

“Eight! Nine! Ten!”

“Amane, I think you’re supposed to count when I sit up, not force me to keep up with you…”

“Well don’t be so slow about it, and you’ll stay in time. Let’s go! Eleven! Twelve!”

“Ack!”

Kotoko rubbed her temples. Maybe adding some equipment could keep them busy?

Jumping rope brought new struggles. Yuno spend ten minutes trying to recall a schoolyard rhyme to jump rope to, and teach it to Amane. They both encouraged Kotoko to join in, but she was jumping at a faster rhythm. That became impossible as their chanting filled the room. Moreover, none of them could stay in their own space. There were about five rope tangles before Kotoko decided to call a break.

(She didn’t exactly know what they needed a break from, they’d hardly done anything.) The girls seemed happy to sit down and chat, though. Kotoko reluctantly passed her protein shake over as they asked to try it. “One sip…”

She covered her mouth, deep in contemplation. Maybe these exercises were too easy. It was too easy to get distracted out here in the common area. They’d be forced to buckle down and focus on something more taxing, right?

She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. “After this we’ll head over to my cell, okay? I have a bar installed for pull-ups. It’s tricky, but you have to start somewhere.”

“Hmmmm…” Yuno tapped a finger to her chin. “I’m not sure about that. You know… I think you were right. I think we were just bored. Well!” She clapped her hands together. “I guess we’ll stop bothering you now. Bye!”

Amane joined her for a curt bow. “Thank you for your time.”

Kotoko blinked after them. “Er, but…!”

Just like that, they were gone.

She released a long breath. She picked up her shake. It was empty.

#milgram #kotoko yuzuhira #yuno kashiki #amane momose #LMAO thank you so much for the request!!#sorry for the wait but dont worry - the thought was tickling me the whole holiday break asdfds #kotoko seems the type to be Very strict and structured about her routines #she cant fathom not following the proper forms and practices #so to have the two prisoners associated with 'i just want to have fun' and 'is it okay if i just have fun' would completely throw her off #😂😂😂#also thinking of that minigram where yuno steals her shake asdfds #rip kotoko - she knows no peace surrounded by all those sillies........#es at least gets to sleep between trials but kotoko gets no break from their nonsense -_-#DEEP COVER THUMBNAIL THIS WEEK #<- she is so so normal about it!!!!!#drabbles

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Do you want Candles ?

I really wanted to write this piece so please don't be too harsh as I'm not a writer, and english is not my first language there must be so many mistakes I'm really sorry.

CalxMerrin

(mention of CalxGabs but really not much (I wrote that around the fact that Cal and Gabs had a little something, since I feel like Merrin is not the only one allowed to have a little fun).

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A silent evening, with only the sounds of the local fauna of Koboh. Nothing to disturb the peace outside. But inside the Pyloon Saloon, the party was in full swing.

Everyone in the Rambler's Reach wanted to celebrate Cal and his crew to thanks them.

Since he defeated Rayvis, the Bedlam Raiders were less organized and less threatening, fiinaly the prospectors could go back and try find some priorite in peace.

As everyone was partying, Cal was upstairs with a glass of, he didn't even know what but Monk made it specially for him. He was only sipping in it, as he was still very sore from all his fights, he didn't want to feel more dizzy with his drink. Instead, he watched everyone have fun. It was enough for him, knowing that everyone he cared for was safe and sound. So he sat there and watch, alone. The music was good, Ashe and DD-EC seemed to really enjoy their crowd. Bode and Greez were still arguing, Moran and Toa were discussing together which was actually fun to watch because they had nothing in common. She was a scholar and he was....well a smugler to say the least. But they seemed to get along pretty easily, maybe the begining of a really interesting friendship ?

Someone missed from this merry little crowd. Someone Cal never took his eyes off most of the time. But she was nowhere to been seen, which made Cal a little more disapointed than he would admit. After the k....their escape on Jedha, the Jedi's thoughts were all over the place. So many things came to his mind, the Empire, how to they would tear it down, how they only made a scratch on their back, how Rayvis and Dagan were blinded by their pride, how the Bedlam Raiders were a real threat when organized under the same banner, how he met with Cere again, and Greez, and he met Bode ! Whom was like a brother to him, how he finally found his Merrin again....

« - Are you lost again, Jedi ? »

He startled at her voice.

Merrin.

« - No, I'm....hm. I'm enjoying the moment with everybody.

- Good, enjoy because the fight is not over.

- I know » he said sighing. She was always so forward.

« - Was is your first kiss ? » She asked, as he choked on his own salive, thanks the Force he wasn't sipping his drink or he would have spit everything. She was so damn forward, and he was probably flashing red.

He coughed « - No, no it wasn't » A soft smile appeared on his face.

Merrin hummed a little, she didn't know if she was enjoying the fact that she could make him blush so easily or if she was a little jealous to not have been his first kiss.

Even more as she was seing the growing smile on his face. She secretly hope he smiled like this when he was thinking or talking about her. She was surprised to have that kind of thoughts. Unfitted for a Nightsister, even more so as it was directed to a Jedi. But she actually didn't mind it, it felt more...Alive.

« - Who was it ? Your First kiss ? »

She displayed a strange curiosity toward that particuliar subject thought Cal.

He cleared his throat,

« - Someone from my old crew. Gabs. She was.... » He paused, remembering his late friend.

« - She was amazing, smart and witty, and they made such a good team with BD » BD gave a sad boop as he also remembered her (as far as a droid can « remember » anything),

« -She.... » Cal continued « -I....We....I really liked her and she...Well...We kissed. She told me she had feelings for me but I told her we couldn't be together. »

« - Attachement is prohibed to Jedi ? »

« - Yes but I... » He found his shoes very interesting. « -…Was thinking about someone else. » He suddenly looked up to meet her gaze.

« - I felt I had to be honest with her, that it would be playing with her feelings if I was with her while thiking about....You. »

Now Merrin felt as she was the one blushing from cheeks to ears. When did he became so bold ?

It felt like she left a boy to return to a man.

And what a man.

She couldn't help but wear a slight smile on her face, she was full of pride after what he had said. Did he just admit he chose her ?

He sighed

« - I'm sorry now, I feel a little tired I need to rest.

- Yes, you most definitly need it, I'll stay a little, Goodnight,

- Goodnight. »

He left the party without anyone noticing, except Merrin. He regained his little cot in the basement of the saloon, layed down and finally he allowed himself a long sigh. Turning to adjust himself confortably in his little bed, he fell asleep rather quickly. He'd been so exhausted after all he've been through these last few months. Before drifting to dreams, he tought again about his previous crew. Gabs of course, Bravo that he was still blaming himself for not being able to save, the twins....Maybe Greez and Cere were right, maybe working with Saw was a mistake, they did nothing more to the Empire than a mosquito on a Oggdo's back.

He didn't realise he fell asleep, not until Merrin joined him in his cot. Actually it felt like she has been here a long time before he opened his eyes. It seemed like she was watching him sleep,

« -Hey, how long have you been here ?

-Maybe an hour. You look really peaceful when you sleep. »

They smiled together, Merrin was still staring in Cal's eye, deeply like she was reading inside his mind. Her eyes drifted to his lips, pink, and slightly parted. With her thumb she gently brushed his lower lip, he exaled slowly,

She closed her eyes and carefully brought her lips again his, small, slow kisses as she stroked his cheek. He was there, he was real, she was in his arms and they were kissing so gently that she felt like melting. But she soon find that chastes kisses weren't enough for a taste and bravely tried to place her tongue in the move, smoothly so he won't be surprised by this incoming change of tempo.

She was the surprised one actually when he effortlesly came along her pace with such experience she couldn't believe he was almost a novice in kissing.

Oh how much she melted really this time, he was so gentle and yet knew what to do, she was the one following the flow here, the more they kissed, so passionatly, the more they felt in tune. Cal broke the kiss first, to take his breath and as he did replace a strand of hair, which had been in front of her eye, behind her ear, and he looked at her just like she did minutes before. He sighed again, slow and heated, he couldn't believe he was here, with her in his arms, kissing her. He felt like the time stopped, and he wished it would never resume its course. He wish they could forget everything about the Empire and their fight, just laying there together until the end of the times.

Merrin run her hand through Cal's hair, and he loved it, he haven't realised how touch deprived he had been until now, she could only brush his skin with her finger and he too would melt under her touch. She carried on kissing him, even more passionatly than before. He loved it, and then she thought she could be a little adventurous, and as she pushed his shoulder so that he could roll onto his back as she straddle him, and she did it still kissing him intensly. Cal felt a little stunned in the process but kept following Merrin in her moves. At this moment he didn't know what to do with his hands and felt a little stupid as they just layed there on either side of him. He didn't think much while they kissed, but now he was thinking a million thoughts at the same time, didn't know what to do.

But Merrin did.

As she was still kissing him she cautionly placed her hand under his shirt, his tank top actually which she found ridiculously hot on him. It wrapped him nicely and Merrin really couldn't stop thinking about his broad shoulders and tiny waist. And his arms ? Oh his arms were like candies to her. She felt the heat inside her rising more and more as she carressed his stomach.

Suddenly he stopped everything, the kissing and her hand. He had a firm but gentle grip and her wrist, his other hand was covering his own eyes. Merrin realised he was once again red as the skies in Dathomir. That would be cute to her, if she didn't felt kind of shocked by his maneuver. Did she do something wrong ?

« - I'm sorry.... » He said sheepisly, his hand still covering his eyes, his face still red.

« - I....Oh please don't laugh at me » She relaxed on top of him and he let go of her wrist, his hand now free came to meet his other one on his face. He wiped his face before taking a long breath and lifting himself on his elbows to look her in the eyes.

« - I thought.....You know....I thought the next step would be...

- Intercourse you mean ? »

Why did she had to be this direct in a moment like this. He usualy loved her directness but right now he wished he could just disapear into thin air. He cough hard because he felt that if he swallowed, he'd choke on his own saliva.

« - Yes, that. Well, please don't laugh, but I thought it would be more.... »

She looked at him while he was struggling to find his words, she seemed disappointed.

He breathed one more time, this was so difficult for him.

«- I thought it would be less rushed and more....I don't know ! » He lifted his hands in the air, actually touching the twin bed roof above him and they came back clapping on his stomach.

« - Do you want candles ? » Merrin asked with no judgement in her voice but in a flat tone.

« - Yes ! No ? I don't know, that feels, so...naive, but, I don't want my first time, our first time together to be here in a bed so little we barely fit together in it, with everyone at the party still upstairs, it feels unpersonal.

- Cal Kestis, Jedi knight and romantic at heart.

- Yes, maybe I am, is it wrong ?

- No, it's very cute »

She kissed his nose. He blushed even more.

He stroked his face one more time before he relaxed a little under her, he felt incredibly tired suddenly and wanted to lay down with her in his arms. As if she could read his mind she moved and layed herself in front of him, so she could still look into his eyes and gently caressing his hair.

« - Thank you. » He said barely above whisper, she smiled at him. She could sense him falling asleep as fast as he woke up moments ago, and they stayed like this all night, Merrin feeling herself drifting toward dreams as well. A little disappointed she would admit only to herself, but she also felt over the moon (any moon really but not Koboh's as it was shattered) that Cal felt safe enough with her to share this kind of thoughts. For the first time in years she slept with a smile on her face, in the arms of the man she loved.

#cal x merrin #merrical #calmerrin #cal kestis #nightsister merrin #merrin #jedi suvivor #swjo

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caramel1mochi · 9 months

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Weekend Together [Gekko x F! Reader]

Heya! Sorry for the long wait!

This is a part 2 to Trouble in Paradise because the symbiote in my brain won. I'll be writing one-shots and stories daily, and I'll be posting what's done whenever I can, maybe every other day. That means that I'll be separating this into many parts.

But that doesn't mean I won't try to perfect all of this! Quality over quantity, right?

Oh, also, I made a mistake in my last one. I should've used [A/N] because it stands for Agent name. It's fixed now, and Y/N stands for the actual name! Anyway, I'll shut up and get to it!

❤ฺ·。

Gekko x F! Reader. Part 1

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Gekko gets over his anxiety and finally asks you out, watching delightfully as you finally let your guard down. Or so he thinks.

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Like usual, today was another long day at work. Of course it was. All your subordinates usually spend their time mucking about until they’re called on a mission to do something, whilst the superiors (like you) break their backs trying to figure out the next step. Not that you minded.

Well, okay, you did. But you just did a swell job at keeping it to yourself, among many other things. At the very least, you all had breaks on the weekends.

Today was Friday. Half past midnight, and you’d just peacefully finished your work. Perfect start to a weekend you’d spend alone, right?

Yeah, duh. Did you think I was gonna say ‘wrong’?

You walked down one corridor and tuned out the endless chatter of the agents near the lounge. The shortest route to your quarters had to always pass by this busy area. Usually you’d be ignored, maybe some of them would wave hello. Today was a bit different.

The loudest friend group sat around one table, noisily yapping to each other whilst their laughter filled the halls. But when they saw you, they all quieted down. But Jett choked on her laughter, coughing.

“Yo, A/N, what’s up?”

Phoenix called out, but the sight of Yoru slamming his hand against Jett’s back twice caught your eye. Weirdly enough, it turned out to be helpful.

Classy.

“Good day.”

“Anything new today?”

“Not much, you?”

“All’s well, mate!”

“Grand.”

The conversation was curt when you got out of their sight, not bothering to stop to actually speak to them. Your legs were sore and you had a headache, why would you stand there any longer for people who weren’t even your friends?

Harsh, but you weren’t the type to sugar coat things. Besides, they continued their own chatter after you left, Yoru’s voice standing out against theirs by the time you were a metre away from the entrance.

“Forty bucks to whoever guesses where she’s from.”

Yoru called out, earning a few looks from the rest. Jett, of course, used one hand to bring Dizzy closer to her and held out the other; palm outstretched.

“England. Hand it over, please.”

“Try again.”

“What? She is! She has an English accent. Phoenix, back me up!”

“Sorry, mate. Can’t help you there. It’s probably the queen’s english, but it’s mad artificial.”

“So the accent’s fake?”

“Yeah. If I were you, I’d go off the hair.”

They brought up your curly orange hair, each lock forming delicate ringlets. Unfortunately, their tidiness gets massacred on account of you always putting it up in a tight ponytail.

This made Raze perk up, loudly clapping once to gain all of their attention.

“Australian! That's right, she’s from Australia!”

“You’re saying that because Skye’s the only other redhead.”

“No! Well, okay, it sounds like it, but I meant that–”

“Sit down.”

Raze leaned back with a huff, Killjoy patting her on the shoulder with reassurance. As much as she wanted to reassure her, even she knew that you weren’t an Aussie like Skye was. Your accents didn’t match up, nor did the texture of your hair.

“Who’s next?”

Yoru looked around in amusement, watching the various expressions of confusion take over all of them. But just as quickly as one thought, the other came up with an answer. And this time, it was Killjoy.

“Norway!”

“Gekko wouldn’t be here if that was true.”

Gekko and Killjoy both shrinked at that sarcastic retort, now Raze comforting her with a pat on the shoulder. But, to be fair, it was kinda true.

Jett, with an immense amount of hesitation, raised her hand.

“Um, Wales?”

“That’s in the UK.”

“Oh! I got it, she’s from Sweden, yeah?”

“Mostly blondes.”

“Japan?!”

“What?”

“I don’t know!”

Killjoy cried out in defeat. Clearly, there was nobody in this room who didn’t want forty bucks for guessing a country correctly. But how the hell could all of them be so wrong? Statistically, at least one should be able to get a correct guess.

Gekko sat back on the couch and crossed his arms, mildly irked by the situation.

“So lame, man. You’re just shutting down all our answers. Do you know where she’s from?”

“No. I just know you’re all wrong.”

“How’re we supposed to make a correct guess without pulling up Wikipedia, then?”

“Hell if I know.”

Yoru stood up and swung his comb shut. Though his face carried a vacant expression, everyone could see the glimmer of pure unadulterated smugness in his eyes.

“Anyway, I’m done here. Call me when you figure it out. And make sure it’s not on my deathbed.”

He joked to himself as he walked away, leaving the entire group staring at him like a pack of starving puppies; which was on brand for such a cruel person like him.

#valorant #x reader #fanfiction #gekko x reader #valorant fanfiction #valorant oneshots #gekko #female reader #gekko x f reader #gekko x female reader #valorant gekko #valorant x reader #valorant imagines #other gangs kinda there???#yoru #phoenix

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Double Date: Part 2

@bellysoupset and @writing-whump this is for you! Just a little wrap up to my last fic.

Part 1

CW: emeto

The house was quiet when Paul returned home from the office around nine. Figuring his brother was still out with friends, he unlaced his brown dress shoes and headed into the kitchen. He was starving, not having eaten since noon. Today was beyond stressful, and involved Paul spending hours trying to fix a mistake that another paralegal at the firm made regarding an important client. A gentle moan startled him out of his thoughts and he whipped around. Brett was curled up on their green, lumpy couch with his arms wrapped around his midsection.

“I didn’t realize you were home,” Paul said as he walked into the living room. It was strange to see Brett laid up at this hour on a Friday night. “Is everything okay?”

“Ate too much…got sick at the restaurant,” he groaned. His cheeks puffed out with a burp as he ducked his head and blew it out of his mouth.

“You? Eat too much?” Paul teased. “I’ve seen you put away an entire Crave Case in one sitting and then complain about still being hungry.” That’s when Paul noticed sweat stains on his brother's shirt and several brown curls glued to his cheeks. He kneeled down next to the couch and placed a hand on Brett’s forehead. “Well, it wasn’t just the food. You have a fever.” Brett looked up at him with furrowed brows.

“Really?” He asked, confused. Paul nodded. “Huh. I guess that would explain why I feel so awful.”

“Why don’t you get into bed and I’ll find you a change of clothes?” He asked while lending a hand to his brother to help pull him off the couch. The change in position appeared to make Brett dizzy, as he stumbled and blinked rapidly. Paul reached out to steady him. “I’ve gotcha.”

“Think m’ gonna be sick,” Brett mumbled and let out a wet burp before he quickly clamped a hand over his mouth.

“Alright, bathroom it is,” Paul decided, practically dragging his brother down the hall and in front of the toilet. Immediately, Brett let out a thick belch and hung his head over the bowl, but nothing actually came up. He shivered, spitting thick saliva into the water. Paul grabbed a blue washcloth and ran it under cold water before getting down on the tiled floor. He hung the towel around his brother's neck and started rubbing his back.

“I wish Jasmine were here,” Brett sighed, before he looked over at his brother, “no offense.”

“None taken,” Paul chuckled. “I wish she were here too. Then I wouldn’t have to be the one sitting on this cold ass bathroom floor watching you vomit.”

“I haven’t vomited…yet,” Brett argued weakly, spitting more bitter saliva into the toilet.

“Oh, you will. I’ve been taking care of you since we were kids. I know the telltale signs that you’re about to barf,” he said. “Valuable insight that has saved me from getting puked on more than once.”

“Shut up. You love taking care of me,” Brett grinned, playing shoving Paul’s shoulder. Seconds later, a harsh gag had him scrambling back over the bowl. The remnants of his dinner rocketed up his throat and splashed into the water below. Paul continued rubbing his back until he was finished.

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The two of them sat there in silence while Brett rode out the lingering waves of nausea. Eventually, his brother straightened himself and scooted back until he was resting up against the wall. Beads of sweat trailed down his forehead and neck.

“Part of me feels like maybe she doesn’t really care about me,” Brett said softly, his voice horse from all the vomiting. At first, Paul was confused, not sure who or what he was referring to. Then it clicked. Jasmine. “But then I remember that she can’t help it.” Paul suspected that this was just the fever talking, but he hated how sad and conflicted his little brother looked.

“I think most people expect their partner to want to take care of them when they’re sick. And it’s okay if you’re upset with Jasmine because she doesn’t,” Paul told him. “Has she ever expressed interest in wanting to work on her phobia? Therapy might do a lot of good at helping her work through her fears. At least then, it would show that she’s trying to get better. And in turn, be a better partner to you.” There was a long pause and then a sigh from the other man.

“I think I love her, man,” Brett admitted softly.

“I know, bud,” Paul smiled. “It’s pretty obvious.” He reached a hand up to Brett’s forehead. “Think you can stomach some meds? I don’t like how warm you’re feeling.” Although his brother looked unsure, he eventually nodded and Paul helped him up off the bathroom floor. He got Brett situated in bed with a clean shirt and a fresh pair of boxes for him to sleep in before bringing him a glass of water and some acetaminophen.

“Thanks, Paul. For everything,” Brett said quietly as he threw back the pills and sipped on the water. A grimace formed on his face as he swallowed and Paul was ready with a trash bin just in case it all decided to come back up. Thankfully, everything seemed to be staying down.

I’ll let you get some sleep,” Paul said, flicking off the light switch and heading back out into the kitchen. Even after he just witnessed his brother puke his guts out, he found he still had an appetite.

#sickfic #emeto #fever #burping #nausea #angst #comfort #hurt/comfort #my writing #brett carlisle #vomiting #illness #stomach flu

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miellonek · 1 month

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Surprise I write for other fandoms too, anyway this Is a kylux fic idea.

High school ghostly au featuring a Hux with religious trauma and an emo Kylo with anger issues.

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Armitage never believed in god. Not when his father first took him to church at the ripe age of five. Not when his grandmother read the bible out loud at every family dinner looking slightly possesed. The Holy spirit is hiding in her ass, or something.

Not that he would know anything about that, sadly.

Nothing that he experienced during his life pointed at anything existing beyond it, no god, no afterlife. Just endless, pointless nothing.

For the first time in Hux's life or rather afterlife he was wrong. Well, partially wrong, it was still rather pointless just not nothing and there was no god or the guy just hadn't paid him a visit yet.

It felt no different from living. Which was telling a lot about his life.

After his untimely demise he would wake up every day the same way as before, in his bed and he would go to school, skipping breakfast. So far nothing has changed.

Hux was okay with that. Other than that, death gave him something he never had before.

Freedom.

He didn't have to go to school, he didn't have to dress up and glue his hair back, he didn't have to study or watch his tongue, he still did those things, but this time he had a choice not to.

So, today instead of sitting in his usual classes he decided to explore a little.

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People were loud and it was harder to move in the crowd when they couldn't see you. It wasn't like in the movies that If a living being touched him they would just phase through, no. It was more like… They would bump into him but only Hux would get affected by it. The person wouldn't even notice, one time he tried stopping them and walking into their path again and again. Sometimes they would get a bit confused or dizzy on their feet but nothing else would happen, some people would just move out of his way but they still didn't acknowledge him and appeared pretty confused why they did that in the first place.

He moved to sit on the window sill next to the English classroom. It was his favorite spot.

After a few minutes two teenagers sat next to him talking loudly about something… Hux didn't really understand it. He looked over one of the boy's shoulders and just watched what the teenager was scrolling through.

It's been just two months since he disappeared and everything went back to normal just like that, his picture wasn't even in the news anymore.

Stupid. He would even take an appearance in a stupid true crime podcast then nothing.

Maybe If he had friends it would be different.

Hux drifted around the school for hours, looking for something remotely interesting. Reading people's messages was fun, more fun than he Imagined. Armitage was never interested in gossip but seeing it first hand knowing what was true was exciting to be honest.

For example, their math teacher was trying to self publish his romance novel and the english teacher was helping him, but when Hux looked at the other man's phone it was clear he was actually stealing the math teacher's idea. Betrayal at its finest.

Few students also got locked in the Pe room for the whole night, no one found out except for the school cleaner.

Oh, and Kylo was coming back to school to the dismay of every teacher and student, to the dismay of the lunch lady even! And the class plants…

Hux hoped the mental institution did the fucker some good. He needed to admit he wasn't too fond of the boy, but the school was more interesting with him around, certainly more bloody than a schooling institution should be.

He shook his head with a scowl and went outside feeling weirdly exhausted, he sat down under a tree and closed his eyes.

He vaguely wondered if Kylo would notice the absence of his handsome face ruining his day, reminding teachers that they gave them homework and putting rocks in his backpack. He wondered If Kylo would be glad he is no more. Dead.

No matter, he can always hunt his ass. It's not too far off from his previous doings.

Or...

Hux is dead and the only person who can see him is Kylo. The boy he fought with since they were children, the boy that knocked his teeth out when he was seven, the boy Hux teased for wearing dark makeup and being a short tempered mess.

The thing is… Kylo doesn't know Hux is dead, and he has no wish to talk to the rude ginger.

The other thing is, Kylo hoasts ghost a hunting channel, and Hux has a plan.

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Hello you poor unfortunate souls. I have decided to write part five of What if SAGAU [Name] was the only 'god' actually cared about Teyvat.

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Masterlist

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[Name] has kinda gotten sick of starting out chapters with their name, but a lot less sick of that than how sick they currently feel so it's happening anyway.

[Name] wasn't happy. That was a fact.

They wanted a picnic, they wanted rest, they wanted a week long vacation, THEY DID NOT WANT A HEADACHE AND TO BE PUKING THEIR LUNGS OUT ON COLD STONE GROUND!

[Name] didn't even have a chance to orient themselves. That dizzying and nauseating warmth filled their body and caused them to drop faster than Gamestop's market value.

Their vision had gone completely black as their head pounded like a four year old throwing a hissy fit. If this pain didn't stop, [Name] was going to act like a hissy fit throwing four year old.

When their vision slowly returned to them is when they began to throw up.

[Name] shoved the food they hand in hand to the side so it wouldn't be covered the stomach acid that was correctly burning their mouth and covering the stone steps below them.

The backpack on their shoulders shifted up towards their head as they curled up under to steps and as soon as they stopped losing what would have been their lunch, they sat up and winced at the back that slid backwards and slightly knocked them off balance.

They clenched their eyes shut, waiting for the pain to dissipate and once it faded, they opened their eyes to look around.

The first thing they saw was the stone stairs that they had made a mess up and they felt nauseous again at the idea of cleaning it up so they decided to ignore it for the time being.

The second thing that caught their attention was the wide expanse of greenery in front of them.

Rocks and boulders decorated what seemed like a path but behind it was a field. A handful of trees were scattered around and the grass came to an end at what seemed like small cliffs.

[Name] struggled to their feet, looking around and smiling slightly upon seeing their food hadn't been ruined. They'd eat today after all.

A brief thought passed through their head at the irony of worrying about food what they should be worried about finding out where they are.

… Right. Finding out where they are. They don't know where they are, [Name] realized with panic finally setting in.

What had happened? Were they kidnapped or something twisted of the like?

[Name] turned around to get a view of what was behind them and fill in the gaps of knowledge regarding their surroundings.

When they turned and faced what was behind them, they took a moment to attempt to form coherent thought but all that left their mouth was

"What the actual fuck?!"

Really awful last words if something went wrong if they do say so themselves but Oh well. It was really all they could think before they started rambling to themselves.

"Oh of all the acid trips to have, this is what I get. Teyvat. Staring at a statue of the bard bitch! Of course. Couldn't be Dawn Winery, couldn't be the Knights of Favonius headquarters, couldn't even be inside Mondstadt, no! I come to the middle of a dangerous field! Fuck my life! Fuck my life! The gods have no mercy because they are rat bastards!"

As they fumed in rage, they kicked the base of the statue, resulting in a yelp of pain when their foot hit the rock. 'Of course' they thought to themselves. 'Couldn't even get protagonist powers. Never gonna have a Y/N moment.' [Name] snickered at the fanfiction thought.

"Well, time to get moving." [Name] said to empty air, grabbing their food and being thankful that it was securely packaged so that they could put it into their bag, except for the mug cake, which they grabbed a fork for and took a bite from.

Name tried to decide on the best course of action as they stepped down the stairs, ignoring the mess they left from when they threw up. 'It's nature, I'm sure it'll rain and be gone in no time.'

After thinking it through, traveling to Mondstadt seemed like the best option, provided they weren't attacked on the way there.

Unfortunately, [Name] didn't have the best luck. As evidenced by the situation they're in but only becomes more and more obvious as what was supposed to be a simple walk becomes a lot more.

Let's start with the fact that the ground below them felt like quick sand, their feet sinking into what should be solid stone or well trodden dirt.

Next, the number of animals that seemed desperate to get on [Name]'s nerves. Squirrels throwing acorns at them was not something [Name] ever thought they'd experience and birds purposely getting under foot wasn't helping them keep their balance.

[Name]'s mind momentarily related the situation of birds spreading out their feathers and squirrels tossing their food as being similar to padding the ground that royalty or holy figures would walk on… at least until their brain simply settled on them simply being an Disney anti-princess, driving the animals insane rather than calming them.

Squirrels chattered, birds squawked and cawed, even the boars grunted and tore up the ground with their tusks but [Name] had no interest in paying those unsettling sounds even an ounce of attention.

Just get to Mondstadt, they repeated in their mind as their thoughts continued to sour.

Eventually they had enough when they tripped on another nut and nearly broke a bird's wing, scraping up their arms and shattering the mug they had held in their hands.

[Name] clenched their eyes closed at the pain of glass and dirt in their arms and inhaled in an attempt not to throw a fit as the animals began to creep closer.

They had finally had enough at the sound of a loud squawk from a bird and let out a blood curdling scream that was a mix of rage and pain… but the animals didn't flee, quieting down and calmly curling up next to their legs, smaller ones nuzzling their skin and larger ones gently coming in contact with their shoulders and face.

After a moment, [Name] let out a shaky breath and opened their eyes, they knew they had to get the glass out of the wounds, but [Name] paused once more as they looked down at their arms.

There was no blood, there should have been blood, there was nothing… no, wrong, there was something, a shimmering silver liquid following from their arms and allowing a clear view of the damage.

If asked, [Name] couldn't explain why they pulled such a stupid move, but they reached up a hand to touch the damage. The muscle and flesh underneath was red but all that flowed out was clear, with a metallic sheen.

[Name]'s hand seemed to work against their better judgment, nails carefully grabbing hold of every shard of glass they could see.

They were brought out of this haze by a quiet caw from their left, looking over they spotted a crow, holding what seemed to be a sunsettia in its mouth.

It hopped over to [Name]'s side and dropped it in their lap.

It took everything in them not to try to pet the creature as they took the food and began to eat, eyes widening in shock as when they finished, gren text flashed in their vision.

+300 hp

The skin began to reshape itself, growing to cover the flesh and pull dust and dirt from the wound and leaving on the fully developed out layer of skin.

Oh.. Oh right, game mechanics. Does that make them a playable character? They passively mused before shaking off that thought, that should not be their main concern.

[Name] carefully placed a hand on the top of the nearest squirrel and gave it a soft smile and spoke with a gentle tone.

"Thank you very much, little ones, but please, give travelers some space."

There was no purpose being cruel when the critters didn't understand their actions.

They would have likely said more if a gasp from their right didn't draw them out of their stupor.

A white and gold scarf was the first thing that caught their attention but the rest of the clothes were soon also noticed and their eyes locked onto honey colored hues that caused them to realize how much of a mess they likely truly looked like, surrounded by animals, likely sweating, probably has some cake stains or crumbs on their shirt, carrying a heavy bag and most definitely red faced from dissipating anger and exhaustion.

Well, [Name] told to themselves, if there was ever a bad time to make a bad impression, it was then and that was the best worst impression they could make, it couldn't get any worse from there on out.

So [Name] gave Aether a smile that looked a bit more like a grimace and focused back in on the animals. They could speak with the Traveler at any time, cuddling with animals was an appreciated rarity, at least until they were yanked away from their newfound fluffy friends and pulled to meet Aether's eyes.

In panic they attempted to pull away but his grip tightened and he spoke quietly "Say something again."

It wasn't a request, it was a demand. One [Name] wasn't stupid enough to disobey and simply let their mind flow.

"Really not worried about your reputation, huh alien boy?"

Okay, so, on second thought, maybe not answering would have been the better idea but hey! They didn't end up skewered on his sword so first impressions could have gone worse.

At least they thought so until he dropped to his knees, Paimon who had merely been floating around following suit, seemingly whispering to the Traveler.

Aether kept his eyes trained on the ground after his body dropped but he spoke just loud enough to be heard.

"Your Grace, our dearest Guide, thank you for allowing me the honor of being the first to meet you in person."

Well, [Name] told themselves, he might be clinically insane but at least that first impression wasn't as bad as they thought.

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Part six

Well hey! I actually posted it! Way to go me!

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