cosmichahn

[cosmichahn]

ABBOTT ELEMENTARY FUNKO POPS WHEN???

#abbott elementary #I NEED A MELISSA FUNKO 😭💔 #TAKE MY MONEY AAAAAA #funko pop

[cosmichahn]

BEWITCHED

Melissa Schemmenti x Fem!Reader —☆

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ about: melissa only expected for her friday evening to go as always, but plans change when she sees you crying on the sidewalk

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ warning/s: mild cursing

ִִֶֶָָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ word count: 4.7k

ִִֶֶָָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ note/s: first time writing for mel, might be a bit rusty but i really enjoyed writing this and hope you guys enjoy reading! lyrics from bewitched and from the start by laufey mentioned. (i also have not watched the new episodes yet so yeah)

The parent evening at Abbott Elementary just ended, as every teacher and every parent went their separate ways. Everyone but you who left about an hour earlier than everyone. No one knows why, no one dared to ask when you rushed out of the building after cleaning up your classroom and grabbing your bag. Not even a goodbye like you always do, especially to Melissa who grew worried because of this; but she decided not to call you, especially how it seemed as though you wanted some time alone.

Your movement wasn’t harsh, nor was it rough. It was more of a quiet rush that might as well be considered worse than an angry one.

Melissa says her goodbyes to her co-workers before setting off to go home. She looks at her phone set up on the side with an attached stand to it, pondering on whether she should call you and ask how you are or perhaps not. You’ve only been at Abbott for a year, and in that year, Melissa grew very fond of you. There was just something about you she couldn’t pinpoint in the beginning, not until one of her kids came rushing to her crying and asking for you, for some reason. You started as an aide just to see if the teaching position would fit you at Abbott after about four years of teaching experience in a different state.

When you were Melissa’s aide, her days never ended up being exhausting. You were a breath of fresh air and really helped her around the classroom; with managing two classes at once, it’s not an uncommon occurrence for Melissa to stress herself out. Eventually, you’ve come to apply for an official teaching role at Abbott to teach 6th grade Biology after 2 and a half months of being an aide. It was perfect since the last Biology teacher just straight up gave up and signed up for a resignation; which is a bad image given that it kind of shows the students a message that they may not be worthy enough to stay for since that said teacher left to go to Addington. It’s great that you’re qualified for the teaching role and Ava, especially, was thankful for that.

The redhead drives over the street, her mind only occupied with next week's lesson plans that she should finish on Sunday. Thankfully she’s already done with grading papers. As her mind wanders, she comes across someone familiar on the street, tears pouring down. She stops her car immediately near the familiar broken down car whose owner is the person crying in front of her. You.

Upon noticing the sudden warmth of someone’s presence, you look up only to feel embarrassed, so you quickly wipe off the tears that already stained the bottom of your shirt used for wiping them off. You have the mascara stained from all the tears, and the lipstick that smudged just right on the side of your lips. This is an ugly cry that you never want anyone to see, but Melissa is the exception. You don’t mind her.

She looks at you with not pity, but worry. Wiping off the dust and small grains of dirt she can get off beside where you are, Melissa takes a seat, trying not to be too close to you so you can have enough space to be comfortable or not feel too crowded. “Hon, what happened?” Her voice is so smooth that it sounds like the only symphony you can listen to for the rest of your existence. She looks at you, her eyes speaking more emotion than her words, as always.

“It’s nothing, really.” You sniffle your runny nose in between words that shake your voice and tone. “Just a mishap, but thanks.” Your eyes meet hers, giving her a light chuckle which makes her raise her eyebrow.

“You know me enough not to believe this stunt.” She slightly tilts her head towards you, crossing her arms. Melissa knows you too well upon the year she spent with you at Abbott. She knows when you’re being all bullshit. This is one of those times.

You look at your lap, then your hands that had small stains of black from that mascara that you wore today. “Fine, it’s something. But it’s not really that big of a deal, Mel.” Your gaze turns to her. “It’s just a parent being a parent.”

“Seeing you like this doesn’t make it feel like it’s a small deal.” Melissa isn’t always one for being interested so quickly towards someone, but you just managed to intrigue her the more she knew about you.

In defeat, you tell her what happened; but you feel guilty upon telling her all of this. For whoever up there’s sake, this is only your second year at Abbott and you’re already dropping a bucket worth of tears over one comment a parent made for the first time in your whole career. “One of the parents, um, she called me a terrible teacher because her son was struggling with something and all I really did was help her son out but she wasn’t listening to what I was saying and blamed it all on me.” Talking about your problems really has always been the catapult to a breakdown that you can never find a way to stop. “She blamed it all on me that her son’s grades weren’t high enough, when he has always excelled in all of his subjects. He’s on the verge of burning out, and I’m just trying to help him, Mel.”

“She thinks her son’s grades aren’t enough, when they’re high and he already reached his goal. The mother is so strict but I can’t speak on it because I am not the parent, I am only the one who teaches and calculates the grades. I don’t make the grades, I just help the students achieve the grade they want. She called me terrible. A terrible teacher. I have never been called that and I feel so bad, so guilty, and sensitive, for feeling this way about it. About what she said. And I’m sorry for dumping all of this on you when you’re handling two classes at once, you’re incredible, and I know how stressed you are at times. I care about you a lot.”

Melissa thinks before she speaks, signaling if she can touch you and you nod in response; and so she places her arm around your shoulder, pulling you in with a small apologetic smile. “Some parents really are like that, and unfortunately we can’t exactly do anything about it other than have a quiet and listening conversation with our student.” You hold onto her other hand, feeling her squeeze yours in comfort. “And you don’t have to apologize for feeling this way. No apologies to me, we all have our own experiences, hon.” Melissa removes her arm around you, where she is now holding both of your hands in hers. You melt under her touch, she brings you warmth. She’s the beaming sun that lifts up your glow. “Your feelings aren’t any less. I care about you too, I care a lot.”

You only mumble a quiet thank you to her, letting go of her hands before moving closer and burying your face on her neck, feeling the warmth she had to offer. The comfort her presence gave you was enough to recharge from a tiring day. “Thank you so so much, Mel.” The warmth Melissa gave not only came from her natural body temperature, but also the sudden contact of you leaning into her this close that sent up sparks in her mind and caused her to grow a blush she couldn’t take away.

Melissa places her right hand on your back, leaning her head on yours, before whispering “Anything for you, cara.”

“You’re so nice to me, Mel.” You whisper with a small chuckle, feeling her heart beating, feeling it speed up. “I never knew that something I would say is enough to make your heart crazy.”

“Great assumption you got there.” Melissa jokes, lifting your face off her shoulder. You looked a mess with your smudged makeup, and yet still she was enchanted by you; to her you were still beautiful as always, and she was glad that you felt comfortable being in states like this around her. She keeps your trust the way you take care of hers.

“No use in lying to me when I look like a mess.” You shrug your shoulders, feeling the tension of your feelings cool down and feel lighter. She only playfully rolls her eyes and chuckles at you.

You never denied your attraction towards Melissa, but that’s something she doesn’t know. Something you never had the guts to tell her; you were just scared, confused as to how and why would she date someone like you. Someone younger, obsessed with movies, and could talk about anything and everything within every second of the day. You’ve seen how Melissa acts when Jacob starts yapping about something, but then if you’re the one doing it, she never scolds or avoids you when you talk about your interests even though she doesn’t get most of them. Melissa could just be really friendly to a selected number of people, and you’re lucky enough to be one of those people; that’s one of the main reasons as to why you’d rather not express your romantic feelings for her.

Melissa is too important to you. She’s your friend first before all.

“Why are you even stopped here anyway?” Melissa questions, looking at your car parked on the side near hers.

Embarrassed, you answer her with a small hint of nervousness “Well, you see, I ran out of gas.” You also realize your inability to head home because you remember now that you left your house keys on the desk right before you rushed out of the school a while ago. “Shit! I left my house keys in the school. Son of a bitch.”

Your evening after that parent situation really isn’t going how you want it to. First, you forget your apartment keys in a school that’s already locked, and second, your car is out of gas. You have nowhere to go and nowhere to sleep in, until an idea pops up in mind, but Melissa had another idea. “You can always stay at my-”

“I can call Janine and ask her if I can stay.” You say in full confidence, remembering how Janine once offered for you to stay at her place if ever that there were any cases of unfortunate occurrences. But instead of Melissa agreeing and knowing it’s better for you to stay at Janine’s, she reacts differently.

“No! I meant you can stay at my place.” This peaks the curiosity in you. A year of being friends with Melissa, and yet you’ve never been to her house before, surprisingly.

“As tempting as that offer is, I don’t want to be in the way of your weekend.” You say. Melissa only scoffed and shook her head with endearment. “And I do know how much you cherish your privacy.”

“That’s nonsense, sweetheart. You’re an exception.” Before you can say anything, Melissa stands up to open her car, making sure that you follow. “I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer, by the way.” She’s pretty persuasive. Pretty and persuasive. She smirks at you as she waits for your approach; she leans on the car and crosses her arms with the keys dangling on her finger. “We both had a tiring day, so a little wine wouldn’t hurt too, right?”

You nod with excitement, looking back at your car while approaching Melissa’s. “Don’t worry, we can get back tomorrow. I have a guy that can help with your car without hassle.” Thankfully, the area where you stopped your car when it ran out of gas was a safe space. Knowing this part of Philly, it surely is more peaceful. Melissa is so thoughtful and just the sweetest, when what she always does, at least to you, is what you think of as something like the bare minimum or just something she does to her close friends. You’re not that special to her, as to what you think; but to her, you’re more than that.

Before leaving off with Melissa, you first check over your car just to grab your things. “Let me just get some stuff from my car. I don’t want any important things gone.” She nods as you head off, unlocking the back of the vehicle and grabbing some things. You take your files filled with student papers you need to check off and grade, then in front of the car is your bag with all of the pens you use and essentials. You double check to lock the door then look over to Melissa. “Well, it seems like we’re both gonna be occupied.” You say, showing her the very thick file folder you have.

“We can grade papers and drink wine.” She suggests, and all you can imagine is grading papers on the table together with Melissa’s glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose, hair up in a loose bun with a wine glass in hand and the smell of her lingering in her home. She holds your hand every so often after taking a sip of her wine and you brush a strand of hair off her face while she smiles at you and thanks you. That is all an image in your head.

“Sounds like a fun evening.” Is all you can say in reply.

As you approach her car, Melissa opens the door for you and you quickly thank her for it. The car ride was comfortable and quite fun. It’s not your first time riding in Melissa’s car, and usually she leads playing music in the car, but she actually lends you the aux cord from time to time. You connect your device to the speaker and radio in her car, where you then blast one of Laufey’s songs; a fairly recent artist that Melissa denied when you first played it around her, but she soon grew fond of the artist knowing that you loved listening to her music a lot.

Melissa would always find herself looking the artist up just so she could be reminded of you when she listens to it. It just for some reason makes her feel closer to you whenever she engages with things you love.

“You bewitched me.” You sing along the rhythm, slightly bopping your head to the light and magical tone of the song. Melissa quietly glances at you, a smile growing on her lips upon adoring the sight, before looking back on the street. “From the first time that you kissed me.” The lyrics catch Melissa, causing her to swallow the invisible lump in her throat. “To experience this song is to make my life complete.” You joke, not imagining anyone to dance to this song with other than Melissa.

Upon hearing this, Melissa wanted you to kiss her under the bustling lights of an evening in Philly. She wanted to lean in and whisper how much she wanted to keep you in her heart. She wanted to be the one who makes you bewildered, bewitched.

“Well, if I ever get the time to buy her vinyl, that would also be an alternate way to complete my life.” You shrug, chuckling.

But I’m falling so badly, I’m coming apart. The song continues. You cast me a note, cast a spell on my heart.

Melissa takes a quick glance over the radio. Well, you’re right about that. She thinks to herself, indulging the lyrics of the sweet yet whimsical song.

“Not the first time you’ve talked about the artist.” She looks over to you through the front mirror, noticing the embarrassed chuckling you let out. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I think it’s cute.”

“Thanks, Mel. People don’t really engage with me when I talk about things I love.” You look over at her with an endearing smile. “But thankfully I have you, don’t I?”

“I talk about firefighters to you a lot, hon. I think we’re even.” She laughed quietly. “And you really love the food I make.” In all honesty, there’s a mix of excitement and nervousness in Melissa right now. It’s your first time both going to her house and staying over there for the weekend. Is the sink cleared? Will there be time to whip up a quick meal? Is her bedroom clean? Wait, you’re sleeping in her bedroom? On the same bed as her? Unless you don’t want to, she’ll just sleep on the couch. Melissa’s mind just shuffled.

You notice that Melissa kind of dozes off, so you try to catch her attention. “Mel, you good?” Waving off your hand beside her, until you catch her attention.

“I’m good. Just thinking of something.” You quirk an eyebrow making an attempt to guess, but trying not to push it much as for Melissa to not get frustrated.

You remember the vending machine guy that the Abbott crew would always mention to Melissa. Given that he leaves hints that he likes her. This happens way after they forget to tease you and Melissa for being close. Although there’s some sort of jealousy that flows through you whenever this happens, it’s not really something you can do anything about, given that perhaps Melissa feels the same for him too. “Ooo, is it Gary?” You tease.

Melissa shakes her head quickly. “No, that’s not- he’s not-”

“Oh! My bad, sorry.” You apologize but she denies this apology, saying that there’s nothing to apologize for.

The next moments were filled with comfortable silence, as you then start humming to the next song playing.

Don’t you dare look at me that way; I don’t need reminders of how you don’t feel the same.

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Shortly afterwards, you arrived at Melissa’s place, seeing the beautiful interior displayed right in front of you. She looks at you adoring her house, with only the luminescence of the neighboring houses and the moon lighting up your face. “Beautiful.” Melissa compliments.

She leads you to the door, unlocking it while you stand behind her, carrying the file folder and your bag. You’re greeted by a well decorated living room and several photo frames across the walls and the side tables. “You can just place your things on the couch and I’ll whip us up something to eat for dinner and maybe a snack while grading. That sound good?”

You nod in response, carefully placing your things on the couch that’s still covered by plastic, but that’s okay. It’s very Melissa, quite as you think.

“You know, Schemmenti, you’re all heart and passion.” You say, following her to the kitchen. Melissa manages to short circuit after what you just said, trying to mentally fix her composure.

“Flattery doesn’t work around here. Sorry, Sweetheart.” She shakes her head with a soft chuckle before turning to you and leaning on the counter. “And besides, you’re not helping in the kitchen, but you can sit there and look pretty.”

Compliments like these are common between you and Melissa. Both of you appreciate and care for each other’s everything; even when Melissa’s stress and temper gets a hold of herself, or when you go quiet from being too overwhelmed. “Funny, but I do need to fix this face.” You point at the several faded marks of makeup on your face, making Melissa walk towards you and offer to take you upstairs where the bathroom is.

She points to the bathroom then leaves you there, with the idea going across her mind that you probably don’t have any spare clothes to change into to be able to sleep comfortably. Due to this, while you’re getting yourself clean in the bathroom, Melissa gets an old Eagles shirt that she found in her closet and a pair of sweats she never uses. She knocks on the bathroom door with the clothes hanging on one of her arms. “I got you some clothes, hon.” She says, and you reply to her with thanks. “Just let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you so much, Mel.” You open the door and thank her, carefully taking the neatly folded clothes from her arm.

You soon finish freshening up, looking at yourself all fixed up in the mirror with the change of clothes on. The Eagles shirt smells exactly the way Melissa does, and you take it in, feeling as though she’s with you right now. The scent fills you with comfort and warmth you don’t want to stop feeling.

Upon arriving at the kitchen, you’re greeted with a quick meal that Melissa made that’ll surely fill you up for the evening. You wonder how long you took in the bathroom because Melissa is already in a different set of clothes with, just as you thought, her hair in a loose bun. She sees you and the only thought that comes across her mind is ‘Damn’ There was just something about seeing you in her clothes, in her kitchen, even in her car, that felt so domestic. It’s the same thing she feels every time she offers to pick you up from somewhere or when you have lunch ‘dates’ where it’s just the two of you; or when sometimes she asks you to go to the farmer’s market with her, and you ask her to go to music stores and bookstores with her.

Now, you’re here in her house. You’re staying over for the weekend, and she can’t help but just keep herself from getting too attached to the idea of a domestic life with you.

“That looks delicious!” You exclaim, walking towards the counter where Melissa had already set up two stools and two sets of plates.

“You look delicious.” She blurts out which makes you burst out laughing, in mind that she was probably just joking around like always. You playfully punch Melissa’s shoulder, and if anyone were to ever do that to her, she would probably punch them harder, but she only looks at you with her brows furrowed.

You shake your head, “I thought flattery doesn’t work around here.” You sit across Melissa from the counter where you both prepare to eat. It’s filled with silence, before she clears her throat and tells you.

“Delicious doesn’t say it all.” Melissa shrugs, wanting you to take the flirty compliment.

After exchanging a few laughs with each other over dinner, you stop to look at Melissa who just finished laughing at something you said. “I like this side of Melissa Ann Schemmenti.” You rest your chin on your palm, elbow flat on the table with your eyes only to hers. “Anyone who would have the chance to be with you is lucky enough to experience what it feels to have a domestic life with you.” You say without thinking of what this might cause to the aura in the room.

“Well, um, not that it matters when I say it.” You say, feeling your palms grow sweaty by the clock. “I think a domestic and simple life with a partner I love is just a really incredible thing, I mean, I would want that kind of life to be mine. Not that I’m assuming that it’s the same thing you want, of course.” You smile apologetically.

“You think about it a lot?” Melissa asks, intrigued to know more and yet still going back to what you previously said about her. Even though she knows she has feelings for you, it still sits in the back of her mind that she may not be fond of marriage. Especially with things during and after Joe, she’s not sure when, but she knows she’s not ready for anything other than a relationship. No marriage, no union or anything.

But why is it that when she thinks of you, she thinks of marriage? She thinks of a life where she wakes up with you on her side. She gets ready in front of her vanity with your reflection in the mirror adoring her from behind. Walking hand in hand around every corner of town. Giving each other flowers just because you felt like it. Taking care of each other when one’s sick. Talking about everything and nothing at night.

“Marriage? Not a lot, but settling with someone I love? Of course.” You like the topic of it all. You love love; how it’s always there, how it doesn’t always have to be a person, that it can grow in places or on people you don’t expect. To love and be loved is what you want, and have always wanted. “I want to one day be loved. To be held, heard. Be sappy and all. To wake up and do the littlest of things. It doesn’t matter if it’s only a quiet day at home or looking through the grocery list while the sounds of the washing machine bustle in the background.” After that brief monologue, you catch Melissa’s eyes.

“You never know.” She gives you that reassuring and hopeful smile. “That person might just be the one in front of you after all.” Melissa sees the way your expression changes from sentimental to a confused furrowed look that made her eyes widen upon realizing what she had just said.

This makes you think for a bit, your brain split in half. Is she just being helpful with the conversation or is she confessing something. She waits for a response quietly as the two of you silently sit across each other. Does she regret saying this? Is she overthinking things?

“I hope so.” You respond nervously. “Are you saying what I hope you’re saying?” She takes her hand out on the table, hoping for yours to hold hers and you do so.

“I want it to be me.” She holds your hand softly.

“Oh.” The only word that came out of you, not being able to process things immediately. Until this registers in mind. “Oh.” You’re clueless as to how to respond. “I need to pinch myself.” You say before standing up, in which Melissa lets out a soft laugh. “Jesus Christ.” You mumble to yourself.

Melissa stands up to tidy the table, but all you can do is freeze in place. Perhaps this is what really happens when your mind short circuits. She puts the used dishes properly in the sink, before wiping her hands clean where she then walks to stand near you, the counter facing your back as she is now standing in front of you. Only the surface of the counter and Melissa in between your body, with only a shorter distance between herself and you. She walks closer, making you walk back, but the edge of the counter is now sticking to your lower back. Both of her hands are placed on either side of the counter behind you.

You clear your throat, only able to look her right in the eyes. Her lips were right there, ready for you to lean in closer just to feel what you’ve always wanted to feel. Her. The risk is for you to take. No, for the both of you to take.

“May I kiss you?” Before you could receive a vocal response, you feel her lips coming in closer onto yours. With closed eyes, Melissa’s hands make their way up to your hips, then to your waist, which slightly lifts up the shirt you were wearing; and so the coolness of your untouched waist was cooled from her fingertips.

A smile grows from your lips, returning it. The world feels as though it froze around the two of you. She pulls away only to look at you and your stunned and lovesick reaction, not wanting the moment to end before kissing you again. A groan escapes her lips, relief and excitement. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” Melissa mumbles in between kisses.

You swoop in and place both of your hands on her cheeks, feeling the warmth of her face on your palms. She takes a short step back as you lean more into the kiss, giving a light bite on her lower lip where she then smiles softly. “You’re the most beautiful person I have ever seen.” You whisper close to her, feeling her pull you closer by the waist. You’re smitten, and finally, she knows.

Your hands find themselves on Melissa’s shoulders as she pulls you in for a tight hug, her arms snaking around your waist as you rest your head on the crook of her neck.

The world froze around us, you kissed me good night.

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #wlw #melissa schemmenti imagine

[cosmichahn]

sydney adamu is so afraid of heights by boygenius coded

#sydney adamu #boygenius #just listen to me on this one guys #she is a sapphic in my head #the bear #ayo edebiri

[cosmichahn]

theres actually a continuation to this, i already have some of it written and it was only intended to be a oneshot at first but i got carried away 😭🙏

TONGUE TIED

Hazel Callahan x Fem!Reader —☆

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ about: You're the lead singer and guitarist to a local band, she's just someone who came upon your gig. The evening is spent well between the two of you.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ warning/s: nothing disturbing, just cursing.

ִִֶֶָָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ word count: 1.4k

ִִֶֶָָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ note/s: it's my first time writing for hazel, so hopefully it's not too bad. (might be a bit ooc, idk) i thought of tongue tied by grouplove while writing this, so i recommend giving it a quick listen! :) enjoyyy

Summer, the season a person either glows up or fucks up. The season where things change, but specifically, when preparations for university are done.

It's the last week of Summer before Senior year and Hazel somehow manages to get strayed away into a random gig in a little night cafe with an onstage live performance of a band she has never heard of before. She sits on one of the tables beside the stage by herself with a bottle of Pepsi in hand, the luminescent lights of the decorative lights around the whole place shining a somewhat orange glow.

Shortly as she's quietly sitting by herself, the said band begins to set up. Hazel doesn't mind them at first because she didn't really know them, but a certain someone had caught her attention. The lead singer of the band. She has nicely painted nails, sparkly makeup that twinkles under the lights, accentuating her features. The woman is beautiful, Hazel looks at her with awe.

The woman onstage hooks up her electric guitar, she sets it up flawlessly and Hazel can't manage to pull her eyes away from her. “She's really beautiful." she says, not knowing that she just said this outloud. But upon realizing this, the woman hears her and looks at her with a smile. Hazel's eyes widen, her nervousness catching up to her. She feels embarrassed.

“Well, you're not too bad yourself." the woman comes back, giving her a wink. “Enjoy the show, pretty girl."

Hazel fiddles around with the Pepsi bottle, blushing at the thought of such a beautiful woman calling her ‘Pretty Girl'. She looks at her, doe eyed and all.

In about a few moments, the band introduces themselves. There were three members: Ash, the drummer, Micah, the keyboardist, and lastly, there was you, the lead singer and guitarist. Upon introducing yourself, you see the interesting gleam that appears in Hazel's eyes.

You first noticed her when you were bringing in some outlets and such for the instruments. She just sat with the company of herself, peacefully minding her own business in this bustling night cafe. Hazel had what looked like the softest hair in a shaggy haircut, she had pretty puppy eyes, and a nice sense of style and jewelry.

The band did a number of covers that night. No originals to release just yet, but surely one of these days, you would release one or work on one completely. As for the setlist, it was only a few songs from selected artists that the band loved.

After finishing up the setlist, you hear the cheers of the same people that attend the band's gigs and some new people who seem to enjoy your performance as well. It's a rewarding feeling that flushes through you and the others as always.

You make your way to Hazel's table where she visibly tenses up at the mere sudden presence of you. It's cute. She's cute. Swiftly, you take a seat in front of her, noticing how the glimmering lights complemented her eyes beautifully. “Hello, pretty. I never caught your name." Your elbows on the table, chin on your palms, you look at her playfully with a teasing yet pleading look.

Hazel swallows the invisible lump in her throat, feeling the hand on the Pepsi bottle she's holding tighten. “I'm Hazel. My name is Hazel." she says, mentally exhaling in relief. Keep cool, she repeats to herself. PJ and Josie may manage to somehow fail at wooing others, maybe she's not good at wooing you or anyone, but surely you're good at keeping her on the edge of her seat with hearts surrounding her head.

“I noticed you the second I saw you.” you say, looking at her with interested eyes. “You're very…what's the word?" an attempt you figure it out, you click your tongue. “Captivating.”

“I can make a bomb." Hazel blurts out in panic, making you laugh. “Well, a small bomb." She then proceeds to ramble about how and where she learned how to create bombs which intrigued you.

At first mention, you figure that perhaps she was just saying that, but then the more she explained its mechanics, the more you thought, ‘Damn, she knows her shit.'

She apologizes, mentioning how weird that was, but in all honesty, you thought it was really cool. Well, it's kinda illegal, you think, but nonetheless, it sounds cool.

“That actually sounds really interesting, Hazel." you compliment.

“Wait, really?" she asks in confusion. No one has ever really indulged in her interests. Frankly, she didn't have a lot of friends to talk about this to.

The evening was spent with laughs and a couple bottles of different brands and flavors of soda. At one point, the owner makes a tier list for the two of you on which was the best of the best and the worst, awful, soda.

“Don't diss Pepsi like that." Hazel gasps dramatically with offended eyebrows, holding onto her emptied bottle of Pepsi while you were holding your empty Coke bottle dearly like a newborn baby.

“Someone had to say it, Haze." you shake your head, looking at her with a disappointed look but in a more joking manner.

Eventually, the time comes for the cafe to close. You leave Hazel for a few minutes, just to say goodbye to the band as they were to set off in their own cars. You had your own, and thankfully, their musical equipment could fit in theirs. Until the next gig, you think, since it's the last week of Summer.

Hazel walks you to your car. It's a gorgeous black Jeep Wrangler that you treated like it was your child. It's a beauty, you would always think. “She's beautiful, don't you think?" You playfully nudge her shoulder, clicking on the keys for it to unlock. “Want a ride? I could drive you home if you want."

“You're already driving me crazy anyway." Hazel rolls her eyes, she jokes and you laugh. “How do I know I can trust you though?" She leans on your car with a sly smile on her face.

You quirk an eyebrow, leaning right beside her. “What'll make you trust me, pretty girl?"

“I don't know, I just hope you won't kill me or something. I have good self defense." She puts her fist up in front of you, kidding and all. “...I think."

Shrugging, you reassure her, “I'm not a serial killer, I promise. I'm just some student"

Normally, Hazel would be hesitant if it's some random person, but she somehow didn't become so hesitant with you. “Okay, but you don't have to drive me home."

“You sure?"

“Yeah. I had a lot of fun tonight." she rejects the offer as you sigh internally from defeat.

“I enjoyed ranking sodas with you, Hazel."

You both thank each other for the time. It's midnight already, and with all honesty, you've gone a bit tired. “Catch you when I see you around."

Hazel moves away from the car while you open the door, climbing in. “See you when I do." she nods, beaming a smile.

Closing the car door, you see her at the side mirror, standing there with a goofy smile and waving goodbye. The moon was shining bright as ever, and a single streetlight fluttering its old light was flashing her. Contemplating on whether to go or end the night with more than a goodbye, you rush out of your car.

“Oh, I thought you were gonna lea-" with a confused tone, you interrupt her with a deep kiss. “Woah." Hazel whispers, looking at you.

“Ah, shit! Fuck, sorry, I wanted to kiss you so bad. I should have asked you first." your eyes widened, apologizing endlessly, but the only thing registering in Hazel's mind was a pretty girl like you calling her pretty and kissing her all in one night. Did she really not have wooing and game in her like this before? Perhaps not.

She doesn't say anything and only gives you a kiss in return. It feels new, it's soft, and she can taste the lip balm on your lips. The only time done pulling away is a quick second for a breather.

You place your hands around her waist, feeling her thumbs brush past your neck and onto your flushed cheeks. Hazel's left hand tucks the loose hair on your face behind your ear, not pulling away from the kiss.

Leaving each other breathless, you pull a quick lick to her bottom lip, smiling into the kiss as you feel her smiling as well. It was a sweet moment with a completely sweet somewhat stranger that you had just met a couple of hours ago.

One of your hands pushes up to her hair, brushing your fingers through and she seems to not let go of your face any second. She holds you gently and with care in her hands, feeling the growing blushes and pink hues on your face.

[cosmichahn]

TONGUE TIED

Hazel Callahan x Fem!Reader —☆

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ about: You're the lead singer and guitarist to a local band, she's just someone who came upon your gig. The evening is spent well between the two of you.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ warning/s: nothing disturbing, just cursing.

ִִֶֶָָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ word count: 1.4k

ִִֶֶָָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ note/s: it's my first time writing for hazel, so hopefully it's not too bad. (might be a bit ooc, idk) i thought of tongue tied by grouplove while writing this, so i recommend giving it a quick listen! :) enjoyyy

Summer, the season a person either glows up or fucks up. The season where things change, but specifically, when preparations for university are done.

It's the last week of Summer before Senior year and Hazel somehow manages to get strayed away into a random gig in a little night cafe with an onstage live performance of a band she has never heard of before. She sits on one of the tables beside the stage by herself with a bottle of Pepsi in hand, the luminescent lights of the decorative lights around the whole place shining a somewhat orange glow.

Shortly as she's quietly sitting by herself, the said band begins to set up. Hazel doesn't mind them at first because she didn't really know them, but a certain someone had caught her attention. The lead singer of the band. She has nicely painted nails, sparkly makeup that twinkles under the lights, accentuating her features. The woman is beautiful, Hazel looks at her with awe.

The woman onstage hooks up her electric guitar, she sets it up flawlessly and Hazel can't manage to pull her eyes away from her. “She's really beautiful." she says, not knowing that she just said this outloud. But upon realizing this, the woman hears her and looks at her with a smile. Hazel's eyes widen, her nervousness catching up to her. She feels embarrassed.

“Well, you're not too bad yourself." the woman comes back, giving her a wink. “Enjoy the show, pretty girl."

Hazel fiddles around with the Pepsi bottle, blushing at the thought of such a beautiful woman calling her ‘Pretty Girl'. She looks at her, doe eyed and all.

In about a few moments, the band introduces themselves. There were three members: Ash, the drummer, Micah, the keyboardist, and lastly, there was you, the lead singer and guitarist. Upon introducing yourself, you see the interesting gleam that appears in Hazel's eyes.

You first noticed her when you were bringing in some outlets and such for the instruments. She just sat with the company of herself, peacefully minding her own business in this bustling night cafe. Hazel had what looked like the softest hair in a shaggy haircut, she had pretty puppy eyes, and a nice sense of style and jewelry.

The band did a number of covers that night. No originals to release just yet, but surely one of these days, you would release one or work on one completely. As for the setlist, it was only a few songs from selected artists that the band loved.

After finishing up the setlist, you hear the cheers of the same people that attend the band's gigs and some new people who seem to enjoy your performance as well. It's a rewarding feeling that flushes through you and the others as always.

You make your way to Hazel's table where she visibly tenses up at the mere sudden presence of you. It's cute. She's cute. Swiftly, you take a seat in front of her, noticing how the glimmering lights complemented her eyes beautifully. “Hello, pretty. I never caught your name." Your elbows on the table, chin on your palms, you look at her playfully with a teasing yet pleading look.

Hazel swallows the invisible lump in her throat, feeling the hand on the Pepsi bottle she's holding tighten. “I'm Hazel. My name is Hazel." she says, mentally exhaling in relief. Keep cool, she repeats to herself. PJ and Josie may manage to somehow fail at wooing others, maybe she's not good at wooing you or anyone, but surely you're good at keeping her on the edge of her seat with hearts surrounding her head.

“I noticed you the second I saw you.” you say, looking at her with interested eyes. “You're very…what's the word?" an attempt you figure it out, you click your tongue. “Captivating.”

“I can make a bomb." Hazel blurts out in panic, making you laugh. “Well, a small bomb." She then proceeds to ramble about how and where she learned how to create bombs which intrigued you.

At first mention, you figure that perhaps she was just saying that, but then the more she explained its mechanics, the more you thought, ‘Damn, she knows her shit.'

She apologizes, mentioning how weird that was, but in all honesty, you thought it was really cool. Well, it's kinda illegal, you think, but nonetheless, it sounds cool.

“That actually sounds really interesting, Hazel." you compliment.

“Wait, really?" she asks in confusion. No one has ever really indulged in her interests. Frankly, she didn't have a lot of friends to talk about this to.

The evening was spent with laughs and a couple bottles of different brands and flavors of soda. At one point, the owner makes a tier list for the two of you on which was the best of the best and the worst, awful, soda.

“Don't diss Pepsi like that." Hazel gasps dramatically with offended eyebrows, holding onto her emptied bottle of Pepsi while you were holding your empty Coke bottle dearly like a newborn baby.

“Someone had to say it, Haze." you shake your head, looking at her with a disappointed look but in a more joking manner.

Eventually, the time comes for the cafe to close. You leave Hazel for a few minutes, just to say goodbye to the band as they were to set off in their own cars. You had your own, and thankfully, their musical equipment could fit in theirs. Until the next gig, you think, since it's the last week of Summer.

Hazel walks you to your car. It's a gorgeous black Jeep Wrangler that you treated like it was your child. It's a beauty, you would always think. “She's beautiful, don't you think?" You playfully nudge her shoulder, clicking on the keys for it to unlock. “Want a ride? I could drive you home if you want."

“You're already driving me crazy anyway." Hazel rolls her eyes, she jokes and you laugh. “How do I know I can trust you though?" She leans on your car with a sly smile on her face.

You quirk an eyebrow, leaning right beside her. “What'll make you trust me, pretty girl?"

“I don't know, I just hope you won't kill me or something. I have good self defense." She puts her fist up in front of you, kidding and all. “...I think."

Shrugging, you reassure her, “I'm not a serial killer, I promise. I'm just some student"

Normally, Hazel would be hesitant if it's some random person, but she somehow didn't become so hesitant with you. “Okay, but you don't have to drive me home."

“You sure?"

“Yeah. I had a lot of fun tonight." she rejects the offer as you sigh internally from defeat.

“I enjoyed ranking sodas with you, Hazel."

You both thank each other for the time. It's midnight already, and with all honesty, you've gone a bit tired. “Catch you when I see you around."

Hazel moves away from the car while you open the door, climbing in. “See you when I do." she nods, beaming a smile.

Closing the car door, you see her at the side mirror, standing there with a goofy smile and waving goodbye. The moon was shining bright as ever, and a single streetlight fluttering its old light was flashing her. Contemplating on whether to go or end the night with more than a goodbye, you rush out of your car.

“Oh, I thought you were gonna lea-" with a confused tone, you interrupt her with a deep kiss. “Woah." Hazel whispers, looking at you.

“Ah, shit! Fuck, sorry, I wanted to kiss you so bad. I should have asked you first." your eyes widened, apologizing endlessly, but the only thing registering in Hazel's mind was a pretty girl like you calling her pretty and kissing her all in one night. Did she really not have wooing and game in her like this before? Perhaps not.

She doesn't say anything and only gives you a kiss in return. It feels new, it's soft, and she can taste the lip balm on your lips. The only time done pulling away is a quick second for a breather.

You place your hands around her waist, feeling her thumbs brush past your neck and onto your flushed cheeks. Hazel's left hand tucks the loose hair on your face behind your ear, not pulling away from the kiss.

Leaving each other breathless, you pull a quick lick to her bottom lip, smiling into the kiss as you feel her smiling as well. It was a sweet moment with a completely sweet somewhat stranger that you had just met a couple of hours ago.

One of your hands pushes up to her hair, brushing your fingers through and she seems to not let go of your face any second. She holds you gently and with care in her hands, feeling the growing blushes and pink hues on your face.

#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan #ruby cruz #wlw #sapphic #bottoms movie

[cosmichahn]

LOVE GROWS

Din Djarin x GN!Reader —☆

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ about: Grogu wanted to see you, and frankly, he isn't the only one who does.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ warning/s: none that's disturbing! (no canon typical violence) this oneshot will include love confessions, so yes. (was listening to love grows by edison lighthouse while writing this.) a few mando'a words, but the translations will be shown at the end!

ִִֶֶָָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ word count: 2.2k

ִִֶֶָָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ note/s: hello! it takes a while for me to finish writing, and it's my first time writing for din djarin. this might be a little out of character, but i swear i'm trying to write properly for him.

The distant cooing of Grogu echoed around the ship, pointing at a small crown made of dried and preserved flowers that hung near his hammock. His big black eyes pleading.

It's a free moment anyway, and it's just little Grogu and his dad lurking through the galaxies. Only the engine of the ship functioning is heard, along with his little coos, begging for his father's attention.

Din looks behind him, leaving the controls on autopilot for him to go to his little one. He stands up, seeing Grogu patiently waiting for him to get closer as his little hands wave over the flower crown that felt as if it was protecting him from his nightmares; seeing as it's hanging by his bed.

He can't resist the little bundle of joy's pleas, and he of course will bring him to one of the places that bring the two of them that feeling of home and comfort, adamant that Din refuses to admit it, Endor.

The Mandalorian loves seeing his child happy and comfortable; if Grogu was happy, so was he. Just the two of them against the world… but lately Grogu seems off. Din stressed over not knowing what was going through his mind that sometimes he hoped to have the ability of a jedi to communicate and at least see Grogu's mind.

On the way to Endor, Din welcomes Grogu to sit on his lap, even leaving a little seatbelt for him so he wouldn't fall. It's a quiet journey with only the little one humming a tune that showed his excitement. A tune you once sung to him as he slept in your arms.

Soon enough, the two touch down at the Forest Moon of Endor.

Grogu starts to race Din to the exit, his little feet being too fast. Beneath the helmet, he just smiles. The twinkle in his little Grogu's eyes made his heart swell.

It's evening as they arrive, so patiently, the little one waits for Din outside of the ship. “You're too excited, kid." He chuckles, following behind as Grogu heads for the familiar little cottage that felt like home. It wasn't their house per se, but the person who lived in it was what made it feel like home.

“Grogu?" The warm and familiar voice greets, opening the door before he can even knock with his little hands. 

You. A Jedi.

Wind chimes echo and twirl through his big green ears as he swiftly hugs and tugs on your leg. You carefully pick him up as he snuggles in closer. “We've not seen each other in a while, little one. D'you miss me already?" He nods, tapping on your cheek, engulfing in the warmth.

“Sometimes I think he likes you more than me." Din jokes, crossing his arms afterwards. Somewhere lingers his smile. You can feel it. But you've not seen it, sadly.

“Mando, Mando… He just missed me." You shrug, inviting him to join you inside.

As you hold Grogu in your right arm, the first place you head to is the kitchen, remembering that you just made a batch of wildberry pie. Surely this would satisfy his appetite. A body so small, an appetite so big.

You sit him on one of the chairs, placing the plate of pie in front of him. His smile grows, making his little teeth visible. Before taking a bite, he looks at you happily, giving you a thanks.

While he is busy eating and enjoying his meal, you sit beside Din who was quietly sitting on the couch. 

“So," You give him a suspicious but cheeky look. “this is the third time this month. Odd, isn't it?" Usually they would go here once a month, or sometimes rarely as bounties were always happening.

“Grogu just wanted to see you." Din replies, feeling an invisible lump in his throat before handing you an envelope with little drawings on it that was definitely Grogu's doing. “I have something for you by the way. Well, we." Indicating him and Grogu.

You take it carefully, appreciating the fact that the crayons you gifted the last time they were here got well used. Grogu tried to eat it once, leaving you and Din in a panicked state.

“You sure that's not the only reason?" Teasing him as you poke his armored side a little bit.

“...Yes."

“Ok." It's soft how you said it, and you actually do miss him and want to see him. You miss him everyday which was an overstatement, but you love it every time he and Grogu were here. “Well, it's never too bad to miss a friend."

Remembering the scraps you found when you were looting a couple of abandoned places, you stand up. “Oh! Wait here, I have something for you too." He gets surprised by your sudden movement, but he just waits patiently for you anyway.

“It's a music thing that I found, you just have to insert it in your ship's radio thingy… If you have one of those of course." It looked like a port that could play telegrams like the ones he gets from reports from Karga or Cara. “I designed a little music box to enhance its sound and liven up a room." Ok, you are psyched to let Din see this item you made, and frankly he isn't complaining. It even catches Grogu's attention as he was about to finish his entire plate.

From a random storage room, you pull the music box out then insert the port, the beat of an unfamiliar tune playing. “I don't even know who Rosemary is." You say, seeing Grogu start to sway to the music.

Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes…

“So, Din, what do you think?" Questioning him as you get all excited. “Is it nice? It's nice, right?"

“The kid likes it. It's nice." He crosses his arms, the distant light glinting from his helmet as he nods.

The little jedi walks to your leg as he lifts his arms up, wanting you to carry him. Upon shaking your hips to the beat, Grogu looks at his dad.

“No," Din says, crossing his arms. He makes an attempt to intimidate the both of you, but instead, you and Grogu look at each other then giggle. “I will not dance."

Grogu can feel a small, sly smile that begins to grow on Din's face.

A couple of moments pass with you constantly having to carry Grogu because he wanted to dance in your arms and teasing Din when the two of you saw him shake his hips a little bit. Those couple of moments left Grogu tired after a whole day in the hyperspace, longing to see you then relieving that longing shortly.

Din carries Grogu in his arms, leading him into your bedroom where a small hammock hangs beside your bed. Just for him. For Grogu.

Afterwards, you and Din talk in the kitchen, sitting across from each other in the dining area.

“So, that was fun.” You smile, looking at the cup of juice swirling in your hand. It was an exhausting whole day for you, running around doing errands, and ending your day with a surprise arrival by the two people you would trust your life with when this whole galaxy arrived, was the best way of resting from a draining day.

Din knew that when he got Grogu, he knew little to nothing of becoming a father, let alone that of a child who was to only be a bounty for him. But when time passed, the longer he spent moments with Grogu, he knew that he could do it. Or at least try to. The Child wasn’t the only one who benefited and learned from the situation and days they’ve been together as Din also learned in ways which he kept mostly to himself. He wasn’t alone. He’s not alone anymore.

Meeting you was an accident to him, but it was a good accident. It was an evening a couple of years ago where the Razor Crest landed near your house, obviously disrupting your peace. It was a tiring day like this and you just wanted to rest, but it was pouring heavily. You kept your guard up, of course, upon hearing a knock that you assumed was from the recently crashed ship.

You looked annoyed, but still asked him of his intentions. Apparently his ship had a couple of malfunctions where he needed a few parts. Luckily you had extra scrapped stuff that you were about to give out to some Jawas that would visit the place in a few days. A couple of the pieces were what he needed, and you just sold it to him.

He left you that same evening, meeting you accidentally once more at one of the bars where he actually was about to catch a bounty. The rest was a loop of meeting each other in surprising places and somewhat unconventional places until the two of you became friends. Not close friends, but still friends.

“It was fun.” He nods, seeing a glint from his helmet, the kitchen light reflecting on his beskar. He’s quiet, primarily keeping his words short even after knowing each other for quite a couple of years now.

No one says anything after that. It's a comfortable silence between you and Din, like always. You just look at him and wonder what he's thinking of right now. Tilting your head a little on the side while you settle your cup on the table, you furrow your eyebrows.

“Why are you looking at me like that?" Din asks suddenly, tilting his head the same way you tilted yours.

“Nothing."

There's a sense of longing that always went around your head. A longing for him, for some reason. You want him, although for certain he does not want you the same way. You already settle with an early heartbreak, and yet you want to risk every year you've spent seeing him, wanting him to be aware of what you really feel.

“There's something I have to tell you." If now is not the time, then surely that time will never come. It's a risk you're willing to take. “Follow me."

You lead him behind your house where a big tree sprouted in the middle with evergreen leaves, a couple of blue and violet leaves. The atmosphere looked warm, lights illuminating from your house.

“What is it that you want to say?" Din stands near the tree, you follow to stand opposite of him. He anticipates on what you have to say, truthfully he wants to hear such things from you.

It's never common for him to experience such attachment the way Grogu has, but something about those years of meeting you felt as if though he never wants to stop seeing you. He doesn't want to lose you in spite of the fact that he never was yours, nor were you his.

You're a Jedi. He's a Mandalorian. No amount of judgment could withhold such a partnership. Unless he's willing to risk it, unless you're willing to risk it.

Din can't shy away from the fact that his love grows. It continues to do so, and it blooms everyday. He is not admitful of this. Perhaps the vulnerability he is to display to you would give you a sign. You, to him, are different from the rest; with the exception of Grogu, of course. Din knows you would understand that.

“Din, I would go through the deep and dark undergrounds of Mandalore's ruins if it meant that your happiness would be the reward." You clear your throat, feeling that invisible lump that you want to cough out. “You know that, right?"

He grew silent. You immediately regret this. Under all of that hard exterior, that stoic stance, his covered face, is a soft, gentle person.

“I-" The flame in your chest is about to burst, each pump of your heart is firing your body up. Palms sweaty, skin tingling, you don't notice the slight yet noticeable trembling of your body. “Din, I-"

“Cyar'ika," Your eyes grow wide at him, your breaths still unkempt, your eyebrows filled with worry and shame. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum."

A slight chuckle of nervousness left your lips, your eyes a bit panicked, relieved, but why? “Din, you know I don't understand Mando'a."

“You're lying." He's right. You've been secretly studying Mando'a ever since he gifted you a box of tools after one of his bounties. It's not the most romantic or symbolistic gift, but Din knew what you liked; he kept mental notes of every detail about yourself that you've talked about.

Although you were learning the language in secret, you've slipped a few times. He's heard you speak in Mando'a at times where you've fallen asleep in his ship whenever you joined him every now and then. Din found it cute.

“Yes, I learned Mando'a." You admit, a little embarrassed. Your hands start to cover your face. “It just…It made me feel closer to you."

You feel his hands touch yours that cover your face. “Cyar'ika, every memory of you makes me feel as if I'm just a step away." It was true. Din felt closer to you with every scene of your beautiful smile, your natural self that had grease and dirt all over from fixing things and scavenging. He adores you.

Din pulls your hands away from your face, holding them both gently as his thumbs circled your palms. He tilted his head to you so as you did, your forehead touching his helmet.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, Din." (I love you, Din)

#din djarin x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #gender neutral reader #star wars #it's my first time writing for din so please ksndkasjndas #grogu #grogu is my child #well not really but yk hksdhajsd

[cosmichahn]

i ♡ kathryn hahn

#have never liked an actress like how i like her HELP #it was agatha all along istg /j #kathryn hahn #agatha harkness #agnes harkness #every kathryn hahn character is the best #delta simmons #she's funny that way #jennifer barkley #parks and recreation #wandavision #claire debella #glass onion #knives out #glass onion a knives out mystery

[cosmichahn]

hear me out.. just like agatha, hange also uses nicknames like toots, superstar, hon, and so on

#hange zoe #hange zoe x reader #i am gay for hange #entps are great #they are both entps #i love them #they are the love of my life #if hange were a witch- they'd also use dark magic #attack on titan #attack on burned out mf who copes using fictional characters #why not both hange and agatha

[cosmichahn]

to my dear historia..

#yumihisu #historia reiss #ymir #yumikuri #ymir x christa #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #i love you so #I LOVE YOUUU SOOOOO #crying bawling my eyes out punching the wall #soulmates #wlw #sapphics

[cosmichahn]

never thought i'd combine agatha and mitski, but here we are

#agatha harkness #kathryn hahn #wandavision #marvel #marvel mcu #i am so sad #mitski #i love mitski #class of 2013 #man.. now i'm even more sadder

[cosmichahn]

kathryn hahn is really pretty :]

#kathryn hahn #every kathryn hahn character is the best #hahnaissance #agatha harkness #eve fletcher #delta simmons #carla dunkler #jen barkley #agnes harkness #I AM GAY?? #OH MY GOD #SHE IS SO PRETTY WATAFAKSKDJS

[cosmichahn]

IN OTHER WORDS

Agatha Harkness x Artist!Reader —☆

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ about: it has been a long night at the workshop, and the only thing you wanted was to be in Agatha's arms once more.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ warning/s: nothing, just you being tired and some fluff

ִִֶֶָָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ word count: 2.2k

Through the decades, your eyes always seemed to have caught a glimpse of her. The centuries together with her; different eras, opportunities, even people. Yet it was only her who you'd let in your heart. The way even her eyes smile as she looks at you, her messy hair entangled with your fingers as she drowns in your touch. She always had a way of entering your mind, a way to make you smile. It was her all along. She brightened you up in dark days, comforted you and stood by your side in broken ones. She was such a gentle person when it came to you; she delicately held you in her arms, inhaling each other's presence as if it were only the two of you left in the world.

Agatha Harkness

That name had its way to get imprinted in your mind. She was witty and smart, her jokes making you laugh almost every time. A joy she was to your life. It dates back to the trials she faced before; you both held onto each other for dear life, swearing to be there for one another when in need of it. The world would have caved in between the two of you, yet you still had her.

The modern era it was, currently. Even though the two of you basically could live for centuries, it still was a desire to achieve sidelined things; these in which Agatha taught young witches magic, helping them control it and get the hang of it, while you occasionally helped out, but mostly focused on your job as an artist in mediums of painting.

The current day though, was quite busy and draining. The whole day you had to stay in your workshop, finishing commissions as the day ended with you coming home later than usual. Footsteps from across the different lawns, your feet basically taking steps at a ponderous pace. A sigh of enervation escaped your lips, a sign that you were tired and your hands obviously were very sore and calloused from the countless paint brushes and tools you used to make your breathtaking artworks. The moon was up and vivid, perhaps the time was closer to midnight by the time you exited your workshop. The moon was as always, beautiful; the only thing you remember as your eyes gazed at it was your wife. She was dashing, charming even. God, you were in love with her. Like it's always the first time with her without it even feeling new. Centuries have passed and her undying beauty was always there, haunting your dreams as she held you close in her arms as a way of slumber. You chuckle to yourself, eager to see her once more like how you do basically everyday. A few lawns more and there you were. At home at last.

Walking leisurely, you held up your hand onto the silver door knob that had flowers engraved on its handle; you remember carving and molding it yourself, perfectly customized to the two of you. It had a special lock that you came up with, Agatha and yourself being the only ones who know and have the key. As you turned the knob, the feel of home walked past you, missing that comforting feeling you always felt everyday. You hung your bag on one of the racks before taking your shoes off then placing it on its shelf. Who knew your wife would be so much of a perfectionist at times, a clean lady. You went towards the couch, basically falling on it on your back; you're breathing deep, exhaling a sharp sense of breath out of exhaustion. Eyes glued to the ceiling, inhaling the aura of your home. It was silent, wondering if Agatha had already gone to bed after her long day. Sad, because you wanted to chat with her about her day, but understandable since she herself was quite busy.

Eyes closed, you were almost asleep when a fluffy ball of fur came cuddling on your chest, swiftly slipping under your hands. A quiet giggle escaped you, softly caressing his back as he snuggled closer towards you. Footsteps were then coming from the stairs, although it didn't catch your ears; instead, it was the sudden voice you've been wanting to hear all day. "Don't keep the hugs all to yourself, Señor Scratchy.", a smile formed on your lips, your ears sensing her voice as a chuckle escaped hers. You felt her footsteps get closer as you remained laying on the couch, eyes moving towards her. "Busy day, hun?", your wife said, walking towards the sofa. She sat beside your head with you moving carefully, so now you were laying your head on her lap. Her eyes matched yours with a twinkle as she brushed her fingers through your hair. "You don't wanna talk about it?", Agatha asked, you simply nodded your head then closed your eyes. A sudden pause between you occurred shortly.

"I love you."

You said under your breath, enough for her to hear. It was peaceful with Agatha; everyday it was like this, and yet you never got sick of it. Well, you never got sick of her. A sly smile graced her lips, leaning down to give your forehead a kiss.

"I love you too.", she said softly.

A moment of silence as the two of you remained in your position, but it had to end. Knowing how you were still in your work clothes, you wanted to freshen up before laying with her in bed later on; you stood up shortly before telling your wife. Then and there, she patiently waited for you upstairs in your shared room while Señior Scratchy went somewhere else.

“Shall I wait for you, darling?”, she asked as you sat up from your position. You looked at her with your eyes tired, but still had that bloom. Even with this messy facade, glasses and unblemished face, she still looked beautiful. “No need, please go to bed without me.”, you told her with a smile before she gave you one last kiss for the night before standing up, “Goodnight, love.”

As Agatha went to your shared room, you entered the bathroom with a couple of clothes in hand. Upon entering the bathroom, your fingers touched the switch as the lights turned on, swiftly closing the door then looking at yourself in the mirror; on your face were a few drizzles of paint splatters, your hair was basically a neutral mess. Mind wandering how on looks, you and your wife were basically opposites, as she keeps her appearance tidy and you on the other hand, wouldn't bother wiping away the un- blemishes. Even though it's the looks, you knew of your insecurities in dating, although to note that it has always been the two of you for centuries. It was always a question that came across you on why this Harkness lady loved you the best, when she was literally higher up than what league you're in. You believed that there are other women who are far more prettier than you, other witches that were pretty much better than you, but still, it was you she chose. And you who she loves everyday. She just never ceases to amaze you. After a soft exhale of yours interrupted the unending thoughts in your head, you went and brushed your teeth, eyes scanning the paint that happened to get on you. Afterwards, you just proceeded with the usual: you put on your clothes, then placed your dirtied clothes on a rack, and a simple swing of your finger made it tidy once more, snapping away for it to be placed in your closet.

You walked across the hall where the bedroom is located, and as your hands arrived on the doorknob, you opened it slowly so as to not make a loud creaking sound. And there she was, laying in bed with her eyes closed; an obvious sign of slumber, seeing her chest raise from time to time, breathing. Quietly, you made gentle footsteps, before burying yourself under the covers, facing her as her back was turned to the bedside table. Eyes closed, you felt the sleep kicking in, but suddenly it just disappeared. It's that common thing again, where you just couldn't sleep; a phone can't fix it, and honestly, you didn't want to use magic on yourself, so you lay there with eyes closed, and the only things keeping you company is your thoughts that never seemed to have an end, and your wife who you're glad is getting the rest she deserves. Your heart was beating fast, as if it were in an inescapable cage; you breathed deeply, like it was your last breath.

"Sweetheart, I can sense your thoughts."

, a weight of what seemed as Agatha's hand reached up inside your shirt as she circled her thumb on your waist, a usual gesture she made that gave you comfort. "I'm sorry, Agatha.", you moved yourself closer to her as she held you gently to her chest. "I've been very exhausted lately-", a warm exhale left your lips, burying your face on her neck, her hand caressing your back. "-but I know it'll be better as long as you're here with me.", your voice was a bit raspy as you kept it low enough for her ears to hear. She was worried, especially at times like this. The common sense of using your magic to create and finish your artworks was there, but painting it yourself and taking time to give it all of the details was so much better. It displayed the emotions that drove off the finished product, making it as special as every other piece crafted by your hands. “Hun, please take care, ok?”, she gave a light kiss on the crown of your head.

“I love you and I’m here with you. Always and forever.”

She hummed you a familiar tune to drift you off to a calming slumber. It was the same melody she sang to you under the moonlight at a forest clearing, her skin luminesced under the midnight gleam. The memories of your youth with her, sneaking and messing around. Her beauty never fades, centuries old, and yet her visuals were always so breathtaking. The type to make you melt with a single smile, a single chuckle. “Thank you”, you blurted, kissing a spot on her neck,

“Thank you for being here.”

Morning soon arrived, feeling the empty space on your bed. It wasn’t unusual for this to happen as she’s a morning bird, you however, were a night owl. The door slightly opened, as a faint sound of music echoed all throughout the house. The captivating smell coming from the kitchen had lingered around your nose; a good morning. Perhaps today was a special day, although you’ve looked through holidays and occasions spent with your wife, and none of it for today. You wondered what it was that made the house all giddy. But shortly, you sat up, giving your back a little stretch before tidying up the bed with a single wave of your fingers, alongside changing your clothes into something more casual, and comfortable; perfect for a warm Saturday with Agatha. A breath of relief, it was a free day, so that means you got to spend the whole day with your beloved, mind thinking of various activities to do with her. Perhaps just staying at home, watching television and just enjoying each other's presence.

You gave the room a last check, making sure that everything is tidy and organized, before making your way downstairs. Your ears received the melodious voice of Agatha. She was a good singer, heck- she's good at a lot of things, which just made you fall for her harder than at first glance. She heard your footsteps going below as she swiftly turned around, gently untying the apron wrapped around her waist then hanging it by the fridge. "Good morning, my Dear.", as always, she greeted your day with a smile. "Good morning to you as well, beautiful.", her response was a sly chuckle at your sudden compliment, her feet bringing herself towards you. Agatha was all touchy and hands on, so you always expected her to brush her hands somewhere on your body; her touch was just so gentle, so endearing. "Your gramophone's playing Frank Sinatra.", a sentence you said in which indicated a happy occasion for her, or to be a bit more frank, a special day.

"It's a Saturday, and I get to spend it with the person I love the most."

, she gave a flattering laugh before pulling you into the middle of the living room. Both of her hands placed on your waist, yours around her neck, fumbling them through her wavy hair. She bursted in song as she danced around the room intertwined with yours, "In other words, hold my hand." You swayed with her, lightening up your mood with her antics. "In other words, baby, kiss me.", she leaned in forward to give you a quick kiss, following them up more from the corner of your lips to your blushing cheeks. "Oh, Agatha.", you left out a chuckle, placing your forehead against hers with closed eyes. "You make everyday better, darling.", a soft whisper she gave you.

"Everything is nothing if it isn't with you."

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