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alonetimelover · 8 months

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pairing: Harry Styles x booktuber!reader

summary: The internet speculates about whether Harry and YN are together. She admits to some hidden feelings to her best friend. He still cannot use his IG and buys any book that she recommends. Finally, something happens. But is it about them?

a/n: Second part of the booktuber!reader in celebration of 1000 of you following my little messy blog. i hope you enjoy it! love ya!

part 1 taglist

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harryupdates

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harryupdates HARRY and YN via her best friend's IG story.

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hArrysbtch THEY ARE SO CUTE I LOVE THEM

hArrysbtch also, that best friend of yn is really putting them in the spotlight, isn't she?

⤷ harrysmoustache that's what i said! wasn't she also the one with them in italy???

⤷ hArrysbtch you think she shared those photos?

⤷ harrysmoustache yeah, it's all connecting nicely

harrysmylife i mean... that can be a couple but best friends as well. like, i sit like this with my male best friend

harrysfan39 his dimples...

harrysfan87 she's so beautiful... has anybody said it already?

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CELEBRITY GOSSIP

HARRY STYLES, BOOKS, AND LOVE FROM A YOUTUBE VIDEO

If you are wondering if this article's title is stating that Harry Styles is a taken man, you would be correct. Starting with the simple YouTube video posted by the channel of the name ynrecommends and ending with a yacht vacation near the coast of Italy and burning romance.

But let's start at the beginning. The booktuber from ynrecommends (YN YSN) did a little video of reading books that Harry Styles recommended during his interviews and so on. Because of the Harries (name of Styles' fandom), the video skyrocketed and gained hundreds of thousands of views in a matter of a few days. That's probably how our heartbreaker found the video, leaving a little comment and not forgetting to flirt with the author (we love it!). You could say the story of them began right in front of our eyes.

It was a few months ago, and throughout them, there were multiple crumbs left by the couple. Joined bookshop travels, appearances in YN's vlogs and other videos, and of course, THAT vacation on Harry's yacht.

As our source that is very close to both of them says 'the romance started late in their time of knowing each other, because of their both overflowing schedules and fear of ruining the friendship.' What is more, we didn't only get the words but also photos that clearly confirm the romance between the rock star of our generation and the indie booktuber despite YN's claims of 'being single and very happy with it.'

Is that how you are with your 'friends'?

What do you think is true, our sources claims or YN's words?

Source 74%

YN's words 26%

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Text messages between YN and her best friend

ynn🧠 my lovely, favourite best friend, i have a little, tiny question bestie🫦 i'm your only best friend maybe besides Harold...🙄 ynn🧠 yeah yeah, i know you like him, don't hide it buuuuut, back to my question... bestie🫦 yes yes, what's up? ynn🧠 i'm not accusing you of anything, i just wanna ask if you send somebody the photo album from italy? bestie🫦 remember that ig account we did in uni? i thought it would be a nice idea to turn it into a little photo diary. i put some of the photos there. i told you on the boat, like a week ago. why? ynn🧠 i forgot about it, im so sorry! but someone from that account must have seen those photos and sold them to that gossip magazine... whole internet thinks im harry's girlfriend. i got like 50 dms asking how much i paid him to be with me bestie🫦 fuck im so sorry, sweetheart! i totally didn't think about it. tbh, i kinda forgot he was famous while being there with you two ynn🧠 yeah, i forget about it whenever i see him and don't be sorry, baby! it's not your fault some of those people will do anything to gain even a little bit of money i only asked because harry's manager needed to know if any of our photos were hacked or somethin' bestie🫦 was harry mad about the article? ynn🧠 he said that after years of having bullshit having written about him, he got used to it. but i can see that it bothers him that he can't have a moment for himself bestie🫦 fuck, im gonna bake him some good cake as an apology ynn🧠 it's not your fault!!!! harry knows it bestie🫦 okay, but im baking something anyway and btw, that article isn't so far from the truth, is it? ynn🧠 what do you mean? bestie🫦 oh, come on! you two act like a couple whenever you're together! there must be something there ynn🧠 ... there's not, really. we never talked about it but just fell to that closeness as friends. you know how touchy i am with people that im comfortable with, he's the same. it just looks like we're a couple, but no bestie🫦 but you want more, don't you? ynn🧠 i value him too much as a friend to think about it

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram first day on this fancy boat, and i was crawling (freaking scared to fall into the water) and in the last few days, i was swinging myself on this little hammock, crazy days, crazy

thank you harrystyles for putting it up for me, love ya my bff

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harrystyles You ditched me for those books

⤷ yourinstagram they are literally my job

⤷ harrystyles You took 30 books with yourself. A seond suitcase just for them.

⤷ yourinstagram blah blah blah you took two guitars

⤷ harrystyles That's literally my job.

⤷ yourinstagram yeah, that's what i said

harryupdates brave move, yn

hArrysbtch i'm waiting (impatiently) for the next video

⤷ yourinstagram it's coming, it's coming. a little vid of italians recommending me their favourite books!

harrysmoustache not the little explaination of that on ephoto from that article 'i was crawling, cause i'm scared'

⤷ harrysmylife subtle but to the point

stylebabie 'my bff' i know she is cackling behind that little screen

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harrystyles

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harrystyles momento magico in italia

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yourinstagram thankfully that photo was taken before me almost drawning

⤷ harrystyles i rescued you

⤷ yourinstagram if by rescue you mean laugh, panic and then dive and almost make me drown again, then yes, you did rescue me

jeffazzof Harry.

⤷ harrystyles Jeffrey.

⤷ jeffazzof Check the account.

⤷ harrystyles Oh.

hArrysbtch hsdfUHFJHLVBRIAP what the fuck ehat the fuck

hArrysbtch i am so confused right now

harrysmoustache you guys are playing with us

harryupdates wrong account, harry!

annetwist Bellissima 😍

harrysmylife the flower, the EARRINGS, yn, the cat... i cannot.... this man is a menace to the society

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hArrysbtch

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hArrysbtch this video was worth the wait! yn is one of the best and realest youtuber out there. plus, harry filmed this episode for her so it's even better

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harryupdates I loved it too! the little moments of them interacting behind the camera kept in the video were absolute gems!!!

⤷ hArrysbtch YES!!! it was so funny and wholesome

harrysmoustache harry's little 'i think you'd like this shot' during a moment when yn is walking down the alley.... soooo cute i love them

stylesbabie this is my first video of hers that i watched and i am so mad at myself. this is the best booktuber channel i've ever come across

harrysmylife yn interacting with Harry's italian friends, having harry translate the recommendations from people on the street and him just hyping her up... just so freaking cute

harrymylove i don't care if they are together or just friends, i just enjoy watching them be together, like, next to each other. it's so refreshing and lovely

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londonboyharry

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londonboyharry this is what I saw while walking around the park near my hotel in italy... Harry literally made yn stop mid-sentance and said 'wait, i need to take a photo of you.' i- i was melting and couldn't believe my eyes and ears

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hArrysbtch he is so boyfriend

hArrysbtch like, he must be, come on

harrysmoustache i say i don't care if they are together or not. but i do. i so do. i want them together more than i want myself to find a partner

harrysmylife BEST FRIEND/COUPLE ON EARTH

harrysfan88 i love that we're all confused about them

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yourbestfriend

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yourbestfriend put those two in a room with books and that's what you get...

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yourinstagram i was just looking through the atlas, come on

harrystyles And I was actually reading, not faking like some of us.

⤷ yourinstagram oh fuck off

⤷ harrystyles This is not so treat people with kindness of you.

hArrysbtch i love the fits so much

harrysmoustache this si so frustraiting

⤷ harrysfan49 why are you so obsessed with them? leave them be

⤷ harrysmoustache i just want to know if i can call them the best couple on the planet

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harryupdates

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harryupdates HARRY with a fan today in London!

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hArrysbtch he's so cute

hArrysbtch wait, yn wore that t-shirt in her latest vlog

⤷ harrysmoustache sharing clothes????

harrysmylife he looks so cute, i want to put him in my pocket

stylesbabie the cardigan is back, guys

harrysfan87 i am the one who met him!

⤷ harryupdates how was it?

⤷ harrysfan87 magical! he stopped after walking out of the bookstore when i walked up to him. he had a bag full of books. i asked him what he was buying and he said 'oh, ehmm, i have crime and punishment, hamnet, emma and some Sally Rooney here'

⤷ hArrysbtch that guy is just buying anything yn recommends...

⤷ stylesbabie but none of it was in her italian vlog?

⤷ hArrysbtch yes, but those are the books from her 'summer to autumn reads' video

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram story in two acts... 🏡📚

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harrystyles Scandalous.

⤷ yourinstagram Forgot you have sensitive eyes after a bad night sleep.

⤷ harrystyles I slept very well last night, thank you.

yourbestfriend 👀

⤷ yourinstagram 🫣

hArrysbtch WTFSAJFHOAUW no way

hArrysbtch this is confirmation, isn't it?

⤷ harrysmoustache i think so

⤷ harrysmylife but... we don't know if that really is harry

harrysmoustache she bold and she sexy

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jeffazzof Congratulations, YN.

⤷ harrystyles thanks jeff!!!!

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⤷ yourinstagram thanks jeff!!!

⤷ harrysmoustache girl, we saw that!

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a/n: do we think yn and harry finally got together?

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malarign · 6 months

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hug me

(how hugs with them would be like)

contains: bf!ot7 x gn!reader | genre: fluff | tw! very very clingy enha, just like we all like, let me know if i should add something though! | wc: 2,6k

author’s note: i’ve seen so many posts about enha and hugs so i decided not to post it, but tbh i kinda like it so hope you’ll do too!

Lee Heeseung | 이희승

➶ cuddling *ೃ༄

something about heeseung screams to me

“i’m comfy, come here let’s cuddle 🥰”

ESPECIALLY since not a long time ago, jake said he’s like a teddy bear

and i couldn’t agree more

look at him

if you don’t agree go find some brains 🥱

“Babe…” Heeseung whined, dragging out the last syllable. “I’m cold without you,” he said more quietly now that you threw him a daring glare across the room.

“Please be patient, Hee. Once I’m finished with this I’m all yours,” you said, focusing on the screen of your computer.

You heard a long sigh behind you and couldn’t help but smile.

“Never thought it’s possible to miss your partner when they’re on the other side of the room. I guess that’s possible only if they’re a complete workaholic and don’t mind neglecting their lovely boyfriend,” he mumbled, curling into a small ball, a blanket covering his whole body, except his face.

“Are you done whining?” you asked, laughing at his dramatic reaction.

“Are you done neglecting me?” He faced you.

“Yes, can you let me under the blanket now?”

Your words made his face brighten and the next thing you knew was him pulling you into his warm embrace.

“Would be nice to be able to breathe, you know?” you spoke, voice muffled by the fabrics of his hoodie and blanket combined.

“Huh? Can’t hear you,” he said in a serious tone, uncovering your face and cupping it with his hands. “You have to either speak louder or not cover your mouth.”

His sarcastic tone made you close your eyes in fury, but it disappeared the moment he placed a few feather-like pecks on your forehead and eyelids. Pulling away he noticed your dreamy smile and closed eyes in serenity. Feeling his lips leaving your skin, you pouted, pointing to your lips.

“You forgot something.”

Without wasting any second he leaned in to plant a soft kiss, bringing you closer with every movement of his lips against yours. His arms around your form tightened their grip, leaving no space for a grain of sand between you, just like both of you liked it the most.

Park Jongseong | 박종성

➶ long hugs *ೃ༄

okay this might be unexpected

but cmon he’s a softie

a little longer hug makes him melt

would bury his face in the crook of your neck

and be happy for the rest of his day 😊

You peacefully started preparing breakfast when you heard pretty heavy and probably sleepy footsteps. You turned around and saw him, walking to the kitchen island with half-opened eyes. You smiled at the endearing view.

Taking a chance of him not beating fully conscious, you spoke in a baby voice: “Good morning. How did my baby sleep?”

He looked at you confused but proceeded to answer, matching your tone. “Good, but I missed my personal heater.” He squinted his eyes, referring to you leaving bed before him.

“Sorry, I wanted to treat you to some breakfast.” You turned around to continue cooking, now pouring pancake batter on the frying pan.

“But it’s always me who prepares breakfast,” he said with a hint of whine in his voice.

“Exactly. It’s my turn,” you said and threatened him with a spatula, waving it in front of him. He chuckled and lazily rubbed his eyes for clearer vision.

Soon you felt how his arms wrapped around your waist, stroking your sides with his fingers. His nose poked your neck, feeling tickles every time the air he breathed out hit your skin. You turned around to feel his warmth better and snaked your arms around his shoulders. He hummed in satisfaction of the closeness between you two and smiled dreamily.

“I could stay like this forever, y’know?” he murmured against your skin.

“Me too, but you need to let me go now, the pancakes are gonna burn.” Instead of loosening his grip around you, he tightened it. “Jay, at least turn off the stove,” you chuckled at his usual morning clinginess. His right hand reached to do as you said and quickly moved back to your waist.

“Pancakes can wait.”

Sim Jaeyun | 심재윤

➶ “don’t go” hugs *ೃ༄

he’s kinda like jay

but MORE you know what i’m saying?

the moment you hug him there’s no going back

doesn’t matter if you have to leave for work or go back to cooking

you 🫵 are not going anywhere 😇

You ran around your apartment while Jake watched you calmly, sipping on his morning coffee every once in a while.

“It would be quite nice if you helped me a little. You see I’m in a hurry,” you huffed, packing your stuff into your tote bag.

“That would mean you will leave earlier. Which also leads to me missing you earlier. And spending less time with you and…” he started counting all the cons of helping you.

“Okay, okay, I get it, you can’t live without me, I know,” you interrupted him. “But you’ll see me in a while,”

He rolled his eyes. “In a while? Meaning after your job so in like 9 to 10 hours, depending on the traffic.”

“You could also just pick me up after I’m done dealing with those pricks.” You sent him a pleading look.

“Weird way to call your clients. I’ll think about it,” Jake said and stood up from his seat and engulfed your body, trying his best not to rumple your shirt. “Did you eat your breakfast?”

“No,” you said honestly, laying your head on his shoulder, inhaling his scent.

“Well, did you at least pack some lunch?”

“I didn’t have time to prepare one.” You bit your lips at the thought of having to waste your time on break.

“Thankfully, your amazing boyfriend prepared you one, while you were maniacally looking for your ID. I don’t understand why you can’t just keep it in one place,” he said, continuously patting your back.

You faced him and pecked his lips quickly. “You’re the best.”

You tried to break free from his arms but the more you tried the more he didn’t want to let go. “Jake,” you said in a warning tone.

“Don’t go,” he mumbled and buried his face in the crook of your neck. “You still have a minute or two.”

“What should I do with you?” You shook your head in disbelief and just melted in his touch.

Park Sunghoon | 박성훈

➶ coat hugs *ೃ༄

okay, listen

sunghoon + cold days >>>

our ice prince just fits winter so perfectly

but seeing you freezing makes him just want to squeeze it away from you

that’s why he covers you with his coat and ugh it would be so warm :((

You waited at the train station, shaking slightly as the acute wind hit your body. Sunghoon’s train was a bit late, which he warned you about. Still, you being you, were there 10 minutes too early, since you couldn’t stand being late.

You heard a faint sound of a notification. “One more station, hope you dressed warmly.” You could already sense the scolding you were going to listen to once he sees you. Sunghoon knew very well of your habit of dressing not according to the weather, though without his help you weren’t able to choose how warmly you should dress. You tried to text him back, but your fingers were already frozen and you couldn’t aim to the right buttons.

Thankfully his train soon arrived at the station and once the passengers started to get off, you tried to spot your boyfriend. Squinting your eyes you spotted his tall silhouette, along with his displeased expression.

He walked to your shaking body and nodded slightly. “Now I see why you didn’t reply to me.”

“Well, hello to you too,” you scoffed at his comment. Without saying a word he unbuttoned his coat and engulfed you in his arms. You nestled up to him and wrapped your arms under his coat.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he said against your hair, and you felt how blood rushed to your cheeks. “Are you at least a little more warm now?” he asked and felt your nod in response. “Do you want to go now?” You shook your head. “Is this how we’re going to communicate now?” he chuckled and laughed when he felt another nod from you.

You raised your head from his chest to face him. Climbing on your toes you placed a cold and delicate kiss on his lips. You wanted to cup his cheeks but just when your hands touched his skin he hissed at the freezing feeling.

“Sorry!” you said in guilt and removed your hands quickly. You frowned as he took both of your palms in his and placed them on both sides of his neck. “It’s okay, I don’t want you to be cold,” you said, feeling how your heart melted at his gesture.

“Once you’re a little bit more warm I might treat you to some hot chocolate, so choose wisely.” Just as he expected, you stayed in his arms, warming up against his warm body.

Kim Sunoo | 김선우

➶ “i missed you” hugs *ೃ༄

tbh i don’t see him as much of a hug guy

BUT ☝️

just IMAGINE him running all excited after not seeing him for a while

all smiley and happy

once you’re in his arms he doesn’t let go because he misses you so much </33

Anticipation flooded your whole body as you waited in one of the dressing rooms in the venue. It was their last concert before comeback promotions and coming back to Korea, after weeks spent in the States. Just yesterday you called him and spent a solid two hours telling each other how you missed one another. What he didn’t know was that as you were talking you were about to board your plane to surprise him.

The last stage of an encore was finished and all the staff members who kept your company ran to collect their mics and in-ear monitors. Your heart started to beat faster as the familiar voices were louder and clearer. The door suddenly opened and you saw Jake, who was just as surprised as you were. His expression changed, giving you a very telling look, and backed off.

“Sunoo, somebody is waiting for you!” You heard him say and within seconds your boyfriend peeked into the dressing room curiously.

His eyes widened as his lips parted in shock, which soon was replaced by his endearing smile. Without a second thought he slowly wrapped his arms around your form, still in a big shock to see you there.

“Y/nie,” he finally said. “What… what are you doing here?”

“I just couldn’t wait another day without seeing you,” you whispered with closed eyes in bliss of the smell of his perfume and his warm touch. How you missed the feeling of having him so close. “Are you surprised? You didn’t suspect anything?”

“Not at all!” he exclaimed, excitement painting on his face. “When did you arrive?”

“Like, three hours ago.” You pulled away slightly to take a look at your watch. He pulled you back into his hug and placed his head on your shoulder.

“I missed you,” Sunoo confessed, not breaking the hug.

“I know, but I missed you more.”

Yang Jungwon | 양정원

➶ “i’m proud of you” hugs *ೃ༄

yes, jungwon and the “i’m proud of you” agenda continues 😀

in my defense,, he’s an aquarius and as an aquarian myself

i know the pattern, trust me

he might be pretty tough to others but to his close ones? Softie with capital SSS

he’s proud of your every accomplishment even those trivial ones like ordering a takeout 💀

(plus it’s another opportunity to hug you)

Jungwon peeked into your study room, for the nth time this evening, hoping to see you finally away from your computer. But once again he was disappointed with the view of you staring at the screen, writing the report maniacally.

“Love?” he started but you held your palm straight in front of him, eyes not leaving the document.

“Please, don’t. I’m almost done but I need to focus fully.” You said almost incoherently, trying to maintain calm.

He slowly nodded, leaving the room quietly.

To say that he was worried is not enough. He was just as stressed and nervous as you were. Seeing you in distress was probably the worst, but he believed in you. He knew you were going to accomplish everything you do, no matter how little time you have. Though he wished there was a way he could help you.

He walked his way to the kitchen and prepared your favourite tea along with some fruits for you to eat once you’re finished. Which you did, not long after you told him to leave.

His face brightened up at the view of you stretching your arms up cutely in the middle of the living room.

“All finished?” he asked.

“Yes,” you nodded and munched on the piece of the fruit he held in front of you. “Thank you, Won, and I’m sorry if I was rude. That report really drained me and I didn’t want to lash out at you.”

“You didn’t,” he said calmly and cupped your cheeks. You leaned into his embrace, nuzzling your nose in the crook of his neck. “I’m so proud of you, Y/nie.” He swung your bodies to the sides, as his hand patted your head lightly. Your phone rang with a notification and you quickly checked out to see your boss’s compliment.

“I knew I could trust you with this, as always quick and effective.” You read the message out loud and smiled confidently.

“That’s my baby.”

Nishimura Riki | 西村力

➶ height difference hugs *ೃ༄

as much as he would want to be viewed as a tsundere bf

he’s not babe, we all know that

he finds you the cutest, no matter if you’re younger, older

what gets him the most? height difference obviously 🙄

seeing that just makes him want to pat your head and stuff

so to keep his image he just pulls you in a hug

“Riki!” Your voice reached his ears. He slowly turned around on your sofa, to face your annoyed state.

“Yes, my lovely Y/nie?” He asked sweetly, pretending to be oblivious. Just as he expected, you pointed to one of the shelves in your kitchen, well, more precisely to the highest shelf. Seeing that he slowly got up and made his way towards your fuming with anger expression, that he found nothing but cute.

“I swear to God, if you don’t stop putting those on the top shelf…” you started but he interrupted you.

“Woah, woah!” His eyebrow raised and he held his palms in front of you. “Do you know that threats are punishable?” He asked seriously, proceeding to put his hand on his chest.

Rolling your eyes you grounded out: “Just hand me that damn flour.”

He smirked and casually reached for the product you needed and put it on a kitchen counter. “My dear, what would you have done without me?”

“I would just get a chair.”

“Yeah, just so your clumsy ass could trip and you would whine to me that you’re hurting.” He said and bopped your nose. Before you could oppose, he continued: “And we don’t want that, do we?” he said as he pulled you towards his body. He naturally placed his head on top of yours and you couldn’t help but melt in his embrace. Your rage soon turned into bliss and calmness of his heartbeat and the occasional pecks he left on the top of your head.

“I just want to be helpful sometimes.” He said quietly.

“You could just also help me cook, and not place everything so high.” You chuckled at his silly argumentation.

“That would be no fun.”

thank you for reading! back to the masterlist

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magiccath · 16 days

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Emergency Dance Party

Tenth Doctor x reader (ambiguous relationship) (could also be any Doctor if you ignore the Converse comment)

Summary: In which the Doctor and the TARDIS come up with a way to make your week a little better

A/N: I wrote this for myself MONTHS ago and kinda just forgot to post it. Also, he's so pretty in this GIF

Today wasn’t your day. It hadn’t really been your week either. You were tired, grumpy, and beyond fed-up. It wasn’t anything in particular, but rather an accumulation of small things combined with a general discomfort.

You walked into the TARDIS control room, hoping that the familiar hum of the ship might calm your anxieties. The Doctor was busy with the console, fiddling away with the controls. He became aware of your presence once you got a few steps into the room before promptly faceplanting.

The thump made him turn towards you before rushing to help you up. You met his flustered concern with your own exasperation, accepting his outreached hand begrudgingly.

“Are you alright?” he asked, still holding on to you.

“Just my luck,” you groaned to yourself, adjusting your footing. “I’m fine,” you grumbled, pulling your hand from his to brush off your shirt. “It’s just one of those weeks.”

“The kind where absolutely nothing goes right?” he asked, leaning back against the console casually. Your eyes drifted to the floor, his dirty Converse catching your eye. He was wearing the white ones today, his ankles crossed gently over each other.

“Yeah,” you sighed, really feeling the weight of the week.

“I think I have just the thing.” He grinned brightly. You loved his smile, it was always lopsided and giddy. It reminded you of a kid on Christmas or a serial killer. It depended on the day.

“I don’t really feel up for an adventure,” you admitted, slumping into the control room chair. You didn’t have the physical or emotional energy to run after the Doctor. He had promised “stress-free” trips in the past, and they always ended with some form of chaos. When you traveled with the Doctor, there was no such thing as a “beach vacation”, at least not in the traditional sense. Usually, such expeditions ended with something blowing up.

“Don’t worry,” he laughed, “we don’t have to leave the TARDIS for this.”

You watched him move about the console in his regular manner. He did this for so long, that you started to think watching him was supposed to be the activity for the day. Before you could question his motives, he made his way over to you. He was holding something, but he hid it behind his back so you couldn’t see.

“Please tell me that’s not a duck,” you groaned, remembering the Doctor’s last surprise. That one left the ship in shambles, and single handedly destroyed your favorite shirt.

The Doctor frowned, “What’s wrong with ducks?”

“Nothing,” you laughed lightly, “I just don’t want to have to chase after another one.”

The Doctor nodded sheepishly, remembering the hassle you two had when he brought a rouge duck onto the ship. He still hadn’t put the kitchen back together, and that had been months ago now.

“Well, it’s not a duck,” he explained, moving his hands to the front of his body to show you what was in them. He held the large, bright pink button under your nose excitedly.

“What exactly is it?” you asked, peering at the strange object. For all you knew, it could be the TARDIS self-destruct button. You didn’t trust big red buttons, and you certainly didn’t trust pink ones.

“Just press it.” he grinned. You searched his eyes for a moment, trying to figure out if it was safe or not. After some deliberation, you rested your hand warily over the button.

The Doctor nodded, encouraging you to push down. You squeezed your eyes shut and did as such.

When nothing blew up, you opened your eyes warily. The ship transformed before you: the lighting was different, a disco ball lowered from seemingly nowhere, and the floor tiles began to light up in synchronized patterns. In a matter of seconds, the TARDIS had turned into a magnificent disco.

You raised your eyebrow, clearly confused by the change of decoration. You didn’t know the TARDIS had a disco mode. You could only assume it had been installed in the '70s.

“Emergency party button.” He smirked. “Press it again,” he urged.

Gently, you pressed the button again, and music started to fill the room. The distinct opening beats of your favorite song brought a small smile to your face.

The Doctor threw the button across the room recklessly before holding his hand out to you. You took it, allowing your smile to fully take over your face.

“Emergency dance party,” he explained, grasping both of your hands.

“With my favorite song?”

The Doctor nodded, clearly proud of himself. He wasn’t always the most observant, but when he was it made your heart melt. He knew the little things, like how you took your coffee, what your handwriting looked like, and your favorite meal of the day.

“How did you know?” You laughed.

“You told me once,” he smiled, his eyes showing all of the love he had for you.

You smiled back, all traces of sadness and frustration leaving your mind instantly.

The two of you bounded, jumped, and danced your way through the TARDIS for hours, laughing and smiling until it hurt. When you couldn’t dance anymore, you collapsed on the floor in a fit of giggles, simply enjoying each other’s company.

It was the best part of your week, probably even the best part of your year. By the end of it, you couldn’t even imagine the sour mood you had been in before, basking too much in the joy of the moment.

At the end of the day, all it took was an emergency dance party with your favorite alien to boost your mood.

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liecastillo · 2 years

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Cover Up // Chris Evans

Chris Evans x female reader ?? idk lol

Summary: It’s late and not safe to drive home. The only possible solution is to stay at Chris’ house overnight. But with that masive crush? Yeah, it’s a pain in the ass...

Warnings: masturbation, use of vibrator, huge crush on Chris, CHRIS (hopefully that’s all, this is my first rodeo ever, lol)

Wordcount: 2.5k

!!beware of all the mistakes, English is not my native language!!

A/N: Hello and welcome to my first ever story written in English! I’m very VERY nervous about posting this but since I’ve already put in the work when writing this, it would be a shame if it just stayed in my computer, wouldn’t it?

A big thanks to @keanureevesisbae for being such a great helper and supporter! ❤️

Enjoy!

I hummed and cracked my neck. After hours of sitting in one position it was stiff as hell and my back wasn’t doing any better. I sighed and leaned back in the chair in the dining area of Chris‘ house.

“I think we‘re done for today,“ Chris said and finished his fourth bottle of beer. I hummed in agreement and closed my eyes for a second to give them some rest. But as quickly as I shut them down, I opened them again when I realized it was pitch dark outside. Annoyed, I groaned at the thought of the forty-minute drive back home.

We planned to end our planning session way earlier, but between laying out all the meetings, interviews, table reads and filming days so they don’t overlay over each other, we kinda got lost and forgot to watch the time.

It was worth it though. We planned out almost the next four months and everything should go smoothly. Should.

Chris must have been reading my mind as his eyes went from my small frame to the window and then back to me.

“You can stay overnight if you want to. The guest bedroom is ready for you… as always,“ he offered.

As always. I knew it was a jab at me because every time he offered something remotely close to staying overnight in his house, I dodged the offer and opted to rather drive back home. It was better that way. I was sure about that.

I didn’t know if I would be able to handle a whole damn night in a place where every corner smells like… him. Even being in his proximity for the whole afternoon and evening proved to be challenging.

Of course, this was not always the case. No.

It started pretty recently. Or maybe a couple of months ago but time flies by fast when you’re having fun - and Chris was a lot of fun. I mean, he always was. That’s just who Chris is. He’s the fun uncle, always joking and pranking everyone else and being friendly with basically everybody.

But I felt like he stopped being friendly with me a long time ago. It started with simple touches, like touching my waist so we don’t collide with each other when he walks by me in tight spaces, and even simpler gestures, like making sure I drink enough water during the day (because he knows that has been my whole life struggle) and always bringing me something to snack on (because he knows I have a very sweet tooth).

And I already had a massive crush on him before all of this. But now? Now I don’t even know what to do anymore. He was becoming more and more attractive to me with every little thing he did every day and it was starting to feel unbearable.

Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if my underwear is completely drenched after spending so much time with him.

I wiggled in my chair and realised that I in fact could really��feel something wet and sticky between my legs. Oh boy.

Chris looked at me with a very pointed look. Shit. I have been quiet for too long, I haven’t given him any answer to his offer.

I shook my head to get any and all horny thoughts out of there and licked my lips before gently biting the lower one.

“I don’t know, Chris,“ I murmured.

Chris sighed and shrugged.

“It’s all up to ya but you know I would love to have you over for once so you don’t have to drive all the way home. I mean, c’mon… It can’t even be safe anymore with how tired you are.“

Reluctantly I nodded in agreement and sighed. I pondered over his arguments about why I should stay and I have to say he IS right - I am tired. And yes, it is not the safest thing to drive for so long in this state. Was there any other choice though? No.

I mean yes, but that included staying with Chris. Ugh, this situation is so frustrating…

“C’mon, I’m going to give you some fresh towels and something to sleep in,“ Chris chirped. Crap, he must have taken my silence as a yes. I opened and closed my mouth like a fish on dry land, but I couldn’t think of any more reasons, why I couldn’t stay. I think I officially ran out of them the last time he offered.

With a lot of hesitation evident in my body language, I stood up and followed him to the laundry room. He handed me some towels and his t-shirt and shorts. HIS t-shirt AND shorts.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. What the heck.

I inhaled deeply to calm myself down. However, it was a mistake, because I only inhaled more of his scent wafting from his t-shirt that I held pressed to my chest together with the towels. I almost whined like a kicked puppy while we were walking down the hall to the guest bedroom.

“If you need anything, text me or call for me, mkay?“ he said.

“Mhm,“ I murmured – I didn’t feel brave enough to say something else. But after we stood in the hallway for a minute and no one said anything, I took it upon myself to get this over with.

“Thank you, Chris, you’re very kind. Good night.“

“Always happy to help, ya know that,“ he said.

“I know,“ I replied.

“Good night,“ Chris said before he disappeared into his room.

I sighed and also went into my room for the night. I looked around and admired the king-sized bed with silky white sheets and a mountain of pillows. There were bedside tables on both sides of the bed and there were lamps and tissue boxes on both of them. There were two doors on the right – one of them led to the bathroom and the other one… probably a closet?

I placed my bag on the bed together with Chris’ clothes and the towels he gave me and rummaged through my bag. Aha! Thank you irregular period for making me carry another set of underwear with me wherever I go.

I walked to the open door that led to the bathroom and stepped in there. Maybe a nice shower will calm me down and help me to handle everything.

I stripped down and climbed into the spacious shower. I turned the water on and set it to a hot temperature. Just the right one. I sighed and leaned into the wall for support.

Resting my forehead on the wall I closed my eyes and thought back to everything that has happened today and everything that I still need to do tomorrow and in the next couple of days. But those thoughts haven’t lasted for a long time.

Slowly but surely they were being replaced by blue eyes, bushy beard and soft brown hair. The smell of cedar wood and citrus swarmed around me. Thick arms with popping veins wrapped around my waist and a hot and sticky body pressed to mine. Smooth skin brushed against mine and my knees started to shake. I quickly opened my eyes and looked around in panic but I quickly realized it was just my damn own fantasy.

Shaking my head I scrubbed down my body and climbed out of the shower. I should not have thoughts like that, it’s only going to make things worse for me. I dried myself and put on my underwear but held back from putting on Chris‘ clothes. I stared at it laying on the closed laundry basket and contemplated if this is a good idea.

Picking it up I brought it up to my nose and sniffed it.

Cedarwood, citrus, musk and… Dodger.

I groaned and threw it back on the laundry basket. He doesn’t have to know, what eyes can’t see…

I went back to the room and grabbed my tee from today. It’s not that dirty and I think I will be able to survive in it throughout the night and until I get back home.

While I was in the bathroom I noticed an electric toothbrush by the sink and there were new toothbrush heads so I decided to take advantage of it and brush my teeth.

After putting the tee on and quickly brushing my teeth, I climbed into the bed and wrapped myself up in the blanket.

The plan was to fall asleep as soon as possible but so far I was failing miserably. I was just tossing and turning and I could not for the life of me get rid of the ache between my thighs. I rubbed them against each other and whined.

My imagination took a strike again.

I swear I could feel huge palms wrap around my thighs and pull them apart. They gently glided from my knee to my core and created a path of goosebumps.

I shuddered and parted my legs a bit more. Gentle fingers brushed against my core and my hips bucked up.

With a moan, I opened my eyes and realized those were in fact my small fingers trying to find their way inside my underwear. I groaned and threw away the blanket that was not helping with the heat I was feeling all over my poor horny body.

There is no way back or more like no way I’m going to be able to fall asleep feeling like this. I have to do only one thing possible right now, otherwise, I’ll be just tossing and turning the whole night regretting everything that has happened today.

Hesitantly I stalked towards my handbag and took out my pale blue vibrator. I may regret this in the future but what else should a woman like me do when she is around such a fine man as Chris.

So far I managed to avoid masturbating while thinking of Chris but I think today’s the day I’m going to break one of my rules that were supposed to help me not to fall in love with him even more.

They were totally useless.

I took a deep breath and laid back on the bed. Again, I spread my legs and pressed the buzzing vibrator to my clothed core.

And as before, I let my mind wander wherever it wanted to in order to get off.

I was thinking about his blue eyes. His smile and his sexy bushy beard. Oh, how amazing it would feel if it would just brush on the sides of my thighs and then all over my over-sensitive bundle of nerves.

How amazing his full lips and pink tongue would feel lapping on my folds and the juices dripping down from my pussy.

How his hands would rub on my thighs first and then move to my belly before deferring down to my waist to pin me down to the bed.

My hips bucked up and down and my back arched. I hummed in contentment and bit my lip.

My pussy started to clench and my whole body began to shake and quiver with ecstasy.

The orgasm was so magical that my ears started to buzz and my vision became blurry before I tightly closed my eyes while I enjoyed the rest of the ride.

I clasped a hand over my mouth to cover up a moan that came to the surface.

The corners of my mouth went up and I sighed with relief.

However, that relief was quickly gone when I heard a knock on the door.

I panicked. My heart started to pound and my ears started to buzz, although right now it was for a completely different reason.

Oh no. It must be Chris. There is no one else in the house. Unless Dodger learnt how to knock on the door which is very unlikely he managed to do in the last half an hour.

I sat on the bed and looked around. There is no way he did not hear the buzzing of my vibrator and he is not stupid, he’s definitely going to put the pieces together.

Suddenly I got an idea.

I jumped from the bed and silently ran to the bathroom, grabbed the electric toothbrush and quickly ran back to the bedroom and to the door.

This should work, or at least confuse him enough if he heard something.

I exhaled to slow down the beating of my heart and with the next inhale I opened the door.

And there he was.

Clad in sleeping shorts and nothing else.

Oh sweet lord.

My eyes scanned his torso up and down. All of the tattoos he wore on his body and all of the abs he worked so hard for. Even the fine hair on his chest that looked disgusting on anyone else yet so sexy on Chris.

I looked up at his eyes and noticed a puzzled look in his blue ponds.

They jumped from my eyes to the still buzzing electric toothbrush in my hand and then to my t-shirt that clearly showed my erect nipples.

Damn, I didn’t even realize that.

He opened his mouth but nothing came out.

He tried again and this time he said: “I thought I heard…“ He did not finish the sentence, instead, his eyes flashed again to the electric toothbrush I held in my hand.

Oh god. Please no.

I turned it off and took a breath to say something but before I could say anything, he was faster.

“Ya know what… Whatever… I just wanted to say good night again and to make sure you’ve got everything you need. So… Good night!“

He quickly turned on his heel and went away from the guest bedroom I stayed in.

I sighed and bit my lip.

I closed the door and laid back in the bed. I turn on my side and stared at the electric toothbrush I placed on the nightstand next to the bed.

Should I have covered it up? Wouldn’t it be better to just let it be and deal with the consequences? Wouldn’t it be better to just let him think whatever he wants to think?

I don’t know, and I guess I’ll never know it because what is done, is done.

Tomorrow I have to get out of here as soon as possible. No breakfast, no coffee, just a simple goodbye, and I’ll be on my way home because after this, I can’t even look him straight in the eyes without coming back to that feeling when I came with him in front of my eyes.

I’ll have to avoid him for at least a week before I can see him again without turning into a full-on tomato.

Oh well. That actually won’t be possible.

Tomorrow afternoon is a photoshoot day.

For Gucci.

Which means half-naked Chris.

Yeah, I’ll have to find a last-minute excuse as to why I can not come because if I’ll see half-naked Chris, I will come, but in a whole ‘nother way…

I don’t know, what do you guys think?

#chris evans #chrisevansfanfic #chrisevansfanfiction #cevans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans story #chris evans imagine #chris evans smut

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wulvert · 2 months

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this post is abt my ocs so they have up to date context on this blog. i genuinely dont remember if ive made this post before, i could have, my memory is bad & i want to talk abt them so i dont mind repeating myself

selkie

& wolf

those r placeholder names but they dont get real ones

selkie is a selkie with no coat & wolf is not a werewolf but they were a werewolf like 5 mins before the start of the story.

setting is pretty generic grimish fantasy world where magic just got fuckign zapped out of existence causing all curses to break, thts probs been done 1000 times before but idc vampires have too let me live.

wolf is the first werewolf ever & theyve just been a giant wolf wreaking havoc full time for a good 1000 yrs or so, all other werewolves have a weaker version of their curse. it only affects them on the full moon bc thats the moon phase wolf (the person) was cursed on wweuueh wolf did stop wreaking havoc once a year on the day they were cursed, this became a holiday where locals vent their frustrations to the giant wolf that usually tries eating them every other day of the year, giving it to god kinda idea but for giant wolves.

now that everyone evers curse has been broken as a byproduct of magic being obliterated, wolf is a person. why doesnt magic being gone make them stuck as a wolf fuck off shut up. magic is what makes them a wolf thats how it works thats how magic works go to magic school idiot,

wolf is a person again, but god** forgot what they looked like before being a giant wolf so theyre kinda just whatever wolf felt like at the time now. despite it being their actual genuine fucking heart and soul and spirit in physical form, they arent super happy with it bc now they have to see their muther (who isnt dead) (despite 1000 yrs passing) who will probably be judgy abt their actual ficking hesrt and soul ajd spirit in physical form & that feels bad. so wolf wants to be a giant wolf again asap to avoid tht mother child reunion.

** there r two gods but one is dead but thats fine so like the world they live in is one massive dead gods head & the other one is like cultivating a mould population on it but the mould is the creation of man. the rest of the body is there too but ppl usually fall off & die trying to get to the neck & shoulders. they dont know its a head they live on though like its massive theyd never know, they just think some landmarks look weirdly like an ear & eye socket & stuff. the god tht is alive is like hes not a guy who glows god hes an unknowable being god but also i imagine the universe is in a shed & they are humanoid shaped so i dont rly . i do think dying and growing tiny teeny versions of your shape on you is cool

selkie lost her coat like ages ago and has been looking for it for years, but now that magic fucked off selkies cant even be seals anymore. so even if she got her coat back it wouldnt work. selkie is pretty bummed abt this, still wants it back but also feels like she wasted years of her life at the same time & wants to move on. relates to wolf on these things.

theres also a vampire who isnt a vampire anymoere but also sort of is but not really & he wants his ex wife back who dumped him for being miserable.

also probs an elf (the elves here are plant based not meat based & very magic based except not anymore)

all the fairies died bc i dont like faries. and i dont kniw how to spell fairies. theyre the only crestures that died with no magic only bc i dont like them.

so i guess the goal is wolf wants to shout at god. its like horton hears a who. watch horton hears a who thats this comic one to one.

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youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms · 1 year

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I Would Tell Them If I Could, But I Can't

Words: 1823

Warnings: angst, reference to reader and Spencer having previous relationship, probably poor writing and OOC characters but whatever

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Reader and Spencer had a relationship for about 2 years before they broke up and then they just kinda slept with one another after bad cases which lead to the reader getting pregnant. They kinda have a co-parenting lifestyle where reader is the "lead" parent and Spencer get's child (Avery) on weekends and some weekday

Only Hotch and Strauss and JJ and Emily know (Hotch because he's her boss, Strauss because she's Hotch's boss, JJ because she's Spencer best friend, and Emily because she's reader's best friend)

Takes place during JJ and Will's wedding/the end of Hit/Run (Yes, I am aware that Emily also left in this episode, it basically was a double whammy. Except the whole team knew about Emily but not about reader)

I literally forgot about this...it's been sitting in my drafts for about 1-2 weeks lol

This was originally written for my OC Abby (which will be posted on my other account @imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters later)

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

Y/N stared at her friends laughing and dancing around in Rossi’s backyard. She watched as Avery chased Henry and Jack around with a stick. She watched as everyone was happy. And she could tell that they were truly happy. Happier than they had been since Emily’s “death”. She wanted to keep it that way, but she knew that soon it would change. They go into the office on Monday and see her desk cleared. She placed the papers on Hotch’s desk yesterday morning. Before they were called down to the bank. She had no idea if he had seen them. But it didn’t matter. She was changing to work with the CIA. It was a better job. Better hours. Not much of a better pay...but she would get to be home for Avery more.

So she felt like this was a good goodbye. Everyone smiling and happy for JJ and Will. No one had to know about her resignation. Not yet. She knew it was cruel, leaving that down to Hotch to tell them. But she thinks it would be easier for her. She already knew that she wouldn’t be able to handle Penny’s crying. The only person who knew was Spencer. And him trying to convince her to stay was hard enough. She knew that if she had everyone trying, she would give in and let them convince her to stay.

“Does anyone know?” She jumped slightly at her Unit Chief's voice. He let out a small chuckle, “Sorry, I should have announced myself. I know you aren’t in the space to not be startled by someone coming up beside you.”

“It’s fine Hotch.” She blew out a bit of air, “And except for you and Strauss, it’s Spencer.” She crossed her arms, “Figured I had to tell him since he’s taking Avery this weekend.”

“Oh yeah? Where is he taking her?”

She laughed, “God I wish I knew. He’s keeping it a secret.”

“So, the CIA?”

She nodded, “They’ve been trying to get me since before that talk you had with us a few months ago.” She looked at him, “About the budget cuts. I was going to talk to you about it that day, but you walked out so fast I never had the time. And then we just kept getting cases so I never had the time to breach the subject with you.”

He nodded, “So what made you decide to take it?”

She looked back at everyone, “Something JJ had said about her time at the Pentagon and something Strauss told me.”

“Which was?”

“JJ told me that while she missed us, she would never deny how happy it made her to get to see Henry more. And to not have to worry about being pulled out and away from him randomly. More stable hours. All of it.” She pushed some hair out of her face, “I talked to who would be my boss to see if that would be possible. They offered me a different position. One I could only get with Strauss’s permission. That was how she found out and I started on the papers.”

“And what did Strauss say?”

“To think of Avery. To think of what would be better for her. And I did. The job at the CIA provides more stability. It’s more of an executive role. I could be home at a more reasonable time. And it’s a closer drive than it is to Quantico. Plus, it is a promotion.” She laughed, “I actually was in disbelief of Strauss convincing me to take it.”

Hotch laughed with her, “That is a strange feat.” He sighed, “So today was your last day.” She nodded, “And you’re leaving the responsibility to tell the team to me, aren’t you?”

She sighed, “It’s not like it’s what I want to do, but it’s easier for me. I don’t think I could handle Penny’s crying.”

He nodded, “You know you’ll just have her showing up at your apartment in tears, correct?”

“Yes, but she’ll also show up with a container of cookies. So it’s more of a win than a loss.”

“I can’t deny that one.” Hotch turned to face her, “It’s been a pleasure to work with you these past 4 years. And if you ever wish to return, the BAU will be happy to have you back.”

She smiled at him, for once she wasn’t surprised to see a smile on his face. If there was one thing Y/N had to say about Hotch, it was that he could be predictable. And she knew that he was going for a handshake, the more professional option, but she wrapped her arms around him. While he could be a pain in her ass sometimes, she would never deny that he knew when she needed a break and forced her to take it. And she wouldn’t deny that sometimes she saw him more as a father than a boss, which she knew was what he wanted sometimes.

“Thank you for not getting upset and trying to convince me to stay, Hotch.”

“If I know anything, Y/N, it’s that sometimes you need to make the choice that would be better for your kid. It may not always be the easiest, but it’s the best.” He pulled away, “I’m going to head back to the party before anyone becomes too suspicious of us talking.”

She laughed, “They are profilers afterall, I think they got suspicious the second you smiled.”

He laughed as he walked away, “That much is true.”

And as he walked away, she saw Spencer was walking towards her with Avery on his hip. She gave them a soft smile as they neared.

“Someone here is getting tired.”

“Aw,” She took Avery from Spencer’s arms, “Is my little girl tired.” Avery nodded softly, “Okay, it is getting late. We’ll soon.” Avery nodded again and laid her head on Y/N's shoulder.

“So, did you tell him?”

Y/N nodded, “Pretty sure it was reluctantly, but he approved my resignation letter. I start Monday.”

He sighed, “You know that the only reason I didn’t really fight you was because it’ll be better for Avery. Otherwise I would have argued with you. And won.”

She hummed, “Nah, I would definitely have won and not given in. Only Penny can out-argue me and I will accept defeat from.”

He laughed, “That’s understandable. Like, totally and completely understandable.”

“Well, I think that I am going to go on out, join me out front in about 10?”

He nodded, “You gonna get my keys from the bowl?”

She nodded, “Yep, I’ll get them and transfer the stuff to your car.” She sighed, “I’ll go tell everyone bye. And try to avoid promising to see them on Monday.”

He laughed, “That’s gonna be a hard one.”

“Shh,” She hushed me, “Let me dream.”

She followed Spencer down and saw as he went to talk with Emily and Rossi. So she started with Penelope and Derek. Derek saw her walking over to them and threw his signature smile at her. “Hey Pretty Girl, how can we help you?”

“Hey, I’m gonna head out. Avery here is all tired out. So I think I’ll see y’all later.”

Penelope gave her a goofy smile, “Yeaaaah. We’ll see you on Monday!”

Y/N's smile faltered slightly before she kept it up, “Yeah! Totally! See you later.”

She blew a kiss at Penelope and brought Avery’s sleepy hand to wave at the two as she walked over to Emily and Rossi. She told them the same and soon enough she was walking over to Will and JJ. JJ shot her a happy, but tired smile.

“Hey, you heading out?”

Y/N nodded, “Yeah, Avery is all tuckered out so I’m gonna take her home.”

JJ raised an eyebrow, “You or...?”

Y/N laughed, “He is. But I’m leaving first to be able to switch everything over to his car.”

JJ laughed, “Alright. I’ll see you on Monday?”

Y/N froze for a brief moment. Thought that she should maybe tell her the truth. But she didn’t. She just smiled and nodded, “Yeah, I’ll see you Monday.” She waved at them both, didn’t even try to have Avery wave as the small girl was dead asleep. “Bye JJ. Bye Will. Tell Henry bye for me.”

Henry nodded, “We will.”

Avery walked away from them and then out to the front of the house. She grabbed both hers and Spencer's keys from the bowl on the table and walked out of the house. She walked down to her car and carefully opened it without waking Avery up. She was able to move everything from her car to Spencer’s without waking the small girl on her hip. Just as she was getting Avery ready to place in Spencer’s car, he walked out.

He gave her a soft smile as he got closer. “Is she asleep?”

Y/N glanced at him as she was buckling Avery in. “Yeah, she fell asleep as I was talking with Emily and Rossi.” She kissed Avery’s temple before carefully shutting the door. “So, when will I learn what you are taking her to do this weekend?”

He hummed, “Never if I have anything to say about it.”

She smirked, “So evil Spencer Reid, oh so evil.” She sighed and leaned against his car door, “Are you really okay with me leaving?”

He crossed his arms, “If I’m going to be perfectly honest? Absolutely not. But I know that it is what’s best. For your mental health and for Avery.” He sighed, “You know that the team is going to be upset that you’re leaving without telling them.”

She nodded, “I know, Spence, I know. But as you said, it’s what’s best for me and for Avery. And besides, Hotch said that if I wanted to rejoin, I always could. So who knows,” She shrugged, “I could end up being JJ and coming back because I miss this all too much.”

He laughed, “Maybe I’ll hope for that.”

She rolled her eyes, “Yeah, maybe.” She said, “I’m gonna go now. I’ll see you later, alright?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I’ll see you later.”

Y/N walked away from Spencer and back to her car. And as she got into the front and started it, she smiled sadly as she listened to “This Year’s Love” by David Gray played through her speakers. As she drove home, she thought about the past nearly 5 years she lived on this team. All of the good and bad things that had happened in the past years. All of the good and bad memories that she had.

She knew she still had more to go through. More to learn. More to live. But she was happy to have lived this life the past years of her life.

“We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everywhere.” ― Tim McGraw

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mintacle · 1 year

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Jason Todd being girl-coded, you've opened my eyes! You are so right and suddenly a lot of things about him make sense (including why I like him so much), especially with how the narrative treats him (right down to turning a morally complex character into a straight-up card-carrying villain who eats puppies, ironically right around the time they did that to another female character, Talia). Jason is even written how I (a girl) tend to write angry victim power fantasy female characters. Like yes babygirl, scream and rage against the heavens about how unfair it all is!

I remember a post calling Jason "the Punisher for girls" except... yeah he kinda is. The Punisher is a male power fantasy with all that implies, while Jason is such a girl power fantasy and written with a lot of the usual negative narrative bias female characters usually get.

Except if we're honest and look past the superficial similarities of lethal force and guns, the narrative role of Batman is far more like the Punisher than Jason. Jason's role is the Punisher's daughter. Jason is if Lisa came back and was angry after what happened and big parent man Frank had to try to keep his (hysterical emotional angry-like-a-girl) daughter from crossing his arbitrary lines because she was going "too far" and tragically, he's unable to "save" her from herself and he must Move On while his child gets locked up or lies dying behind him (I can seriously imagine exactly how a proper Lisa-is-back plot would go down it's crazy how similar it'd be to Jason's return).

And another way Jason is girl-coded is that he's mentored by Talia, a woman. In comics you don't see male characters mentored by female ones often. Sometimes they can be taught specific skills by them for a brief time (like Tim and Shiva) but Talia's role as Jason's primary mentor and caretaker for several years is pretty unusual in comics.

True!! I'm glad my posts resonated with you so much. :)

I don't really know anything about the Punisher so I can't add my opinion to the mix, but other people will probably recognize your point.

But! On the subject of female characters mentoring male characters @benbamboozled made a great post actually about how women are seen as Having A Specific Skill or Expertise to teach whereas men are mentors For All, or For Life. And yeah Jason does break the rule absolutely! But we also don't get to see to much of that on page. He is in Talia's care for years, but other than Lost Days and utrh we just don't get to see these two interact. I either made a post or drafted and forgot about it, how DC won't publish Talia and Jason working together because it is vital to DC's agenda of keeping them marginalized that they each be alone nomatter how much reason and history they have to be in more frequent and meaningful contact.

At the same time, we really only see Talia caring for Jason in a motherly context, she isn't cast quite in the role of a mentor, rather sending him around to teachers than teaching him herself. It's a step in the right direction, but the fact of any mentoring and most interactions occuring off-screen, as well as their relationship being ignored later, or ret-conned like in the utrh movie where Talia was kind of replaced with Ra's.

For me a lot of Jason's girl-coded aspect arises from his opposition to Bruce who embodies patriarchal ideals. To some extent Jason is in the role of every person who has been let down by the patriarchy. The system we were told is for our benefit as well and which has let us down. It's about how we were let down by this world we thought was fair when we were smaller and trusted to be protected. It's about how our own father's have let us down, even if the time we last thought of them as protectors might have been many, many years ago.

None of these experiences are exclusionary to women either. I am not a woman, but I am queer. And I have been let down both by the idea that my father could ever be my protector instead of the one I needed protection from. And I have been let down by the idea I used to have of a world that would give me a voice without me having to prove myself every step of the way.

The need I have for more interaction between Talia and Jason is so much about two people villainized and victimized by the same patriarch-favoring narrative bonding and rising to challenge and upset the status quo. While I am aware that it will never happen and that DC already left Winnick a lot of leeway to have made Talia play such a type of role at all, logically it should be what follows.

Jason is girl-coded, but he also drinks his respect-women juices.

#jason todd #ask answered #I held back bc I could have gone on and on and on #thank you anon for sharing your thoughts!!

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frostandflamesfanfic · 2 years

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July 19th. (Strange x Reader)

July 19th. (Rated T)

Request?: Kinda??? Inspired by this post by @sobeautifullyobsessed

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Spouse!Reader; Parent!Stephen Strange & Daughter!America Chavez

Word Count: 3.3k+

Warnings: Slight suggestive content, fluff. pure fluff, a few curse words -- SLIGHT MoM spoilers if you squint

Summary: When you confront your husband, Stephen Strange, about a mysterious date highlighted on the calendar, you find yourself in for a bit of a surprise. Why is he so flustered? To make matters even more interesting, does it has something to do with your unofficially-adopted daughter, America?

July 19th. It was a date circled and marked with two large exclamation marks on the calendar in bright red ink. You had asked your husband what the occasion was, though he claimed he didn’t remember with a quick shrug. It wasn’t an anniversary or a birthday. You were sure about that, at least. Those were marked in your personal calendar and Stephen never forgot most of the time.

When you first met your husband, the two of you had bumped into each other at the Columbia student library. You were both graduate students at the time. You were pursuing a Master’s in children’s education. For Stephen, it was his MD and PhD. There were numerous times that day you heard about his photographic memory. You weren’t sure who he was trying to impress then: you or his over-inflated ego.

That’s what made the entire situation so odd. Years ago, this man never forgot a single day of his life. Now here he was claiming not to remember a calendar event he added on without a doubt. What was it that he wasn’t telling you?

“Stephen,” you called around the Sanctum. You were sure he was still inside; he wasn’t due to visit Kamar-Taj until later this afternoon. Wong had made the decision to ban your husband from the area on the days America was scheduled for training. You couldn’t help but laugh at the memory of Stephen’s dejected face that day.

“I just want to make sure she’s doing alright,” he had argued. “She was having trouble with Astral Projection last week-”

“She is fine, Stephen.” The current Sorcerer Supreme rolled his eyes. “Everyone who starts training in the Mystic Arts has an adjustment period. You should understand, given your experience.”

“That’s exactly why I need to be there to help her-”

“No.”

There was a low hum of acknowledgement as the man of the hour came out of the library with a giant leatherbound book in hand. “What’s going on, sweetheart?” he asked, half-distracted by the ancient text.

“What’s really happening on the nineteenth?” You leaned against the doorframe to lock his appearance within your core memories. He looked more like a dad than anything in his oversized Columbia sweatshirt and sweatpants. It did things to you, needless to say. The Cloak of Levitation fluttered when it heard your voice. Obviously, the article of clothing knew what was going on, but couldn’t speak up.

“Uh, it was something really important,” your husband couldn’t get rid of the tinge of mystery present in his tone. Much to his chagrin, you had already latched on and began deducing a variety of guesses. “Honey…you’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” you asked, still distracted by your observations.

“The thing where you try to figure out if I’m lying.”

You stepped back. “Oh, uh, sorry.” It always freaked Stephen out when you would try to tell a person’s life story in merely moments of knowing them. He often joked that you were in the wrong field, stating the police were always hiring. “What…what even did you say it was again?”

Your husband hesitated, clearly in an internal battle with himself. At first, he thought about coming up with some kind of excuse. Then he remembered you would never buy it. "Do you promise not to tell?" he asked begrudgingly. When you gave a quick nod, Stephen sighed and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. He handed it to you before letting his hand become distracted by the spell book in his possession.

GREENWICH JUNIOR HIGH INVITES YOU. . . TO THE FATHER-DAUGHTER DANCE. TICKETS ARE ON A FIRST-COME, FIRST SERVED, SO MAKE SURE TO RESERVE YOUR PLACE TODAY. PURCHASE THEM FOR $15 EACH AT THE OFFICE.

Your heart swelled for a moment as you read and re-read the short message over again. On top of her training at the Sanctum, both you and Stephen thought it would be a good idea to enroll America into the local high school. She deserved to have a real school experience. At first, your husband was against it (which you had a sneaking suspicion had something to do with the local spider-man), but he eventually gave in. Being a multidimensional traveler at such a young age meant she really had no true home. America needed to interact with people, she needed the education to succeed in the future.

Upon seeing the invitation, you couldn’t help but giggle. “You want to go to a father-daughter dance?” you asked between snorts, magic still present in your body.

Your husband shifted from his seat facing you to staring at the wall. “I didn’t say that.”

“You’re a horrible liar,” you stated plainly.

“Now that's just rude to point out.” Stephen waggled a shaky index finger at you before nervously turning his attention back to the ancient text.

A laugh bounced against the hallway. “We're married, Stephen,” you replied as you lifted your left hand into view. “It's part of the expectations. I’m only telling the truth.”

There was a sparkle of light as your engagement ring and wedding band created a kaleidoscope of rainbows throughout the room. The settings were simple, but you loved them regardless because Stephen had them made specially for you. Quite literally, in fact, as he had used the sacred spells of Alara to create the jewelry himself. After the two of you returned from being Blipped, you had decided to not to waste anymore time when life could be so short. You had thought it was the start of the craziest adventure the two of you ever faced, which was saying something after you had dissolved into dust for five years in order to save the world from a purple-faced genocidal maniac. Unfortunately, the universe had something much crazier in store for you in the form of a multiverse-traveling teenager with a plucky attitude and a jean jacket.

Your husband grunted in annoyance at your confession, although you could see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He knew that he was a horrible liar, but he also knew how to push your buttons.

“Stephen,” you chided, lifting up additional paper attached to the invitation. “You already purchased the tickets. You’re too far gone at this point.”

“I didn’t want her to worry about the money,” he responded dejectedly. “She didn’t say anything about it, so I thought maybe she forgot, too…”

You walked over and ran a thumb against his cheek. Your eyes searched his before you pressed a kiss to his lips after a moment. “I knew it.”

Stephen raised an eyebrow in question.

“You, Stephen Strange, are just one big old softie.”

Your husband was not amused by the observation. “Stop that,” he said in a flat voice. “I love you, but you can be a pain in my ass sometimes. Do you know that?”

You simply shook your head fondly at the sorcerer before you. “Anything you say, teddy bear.”

“Don’t start doing that.” Stephen flicked his hands and the ancient textbook he was reading vanished back into the library. He brushed past you for only a moment before moving to pace in front of the fireplace.

“Aw, why not?” you teased. “You’re soft just like one.”

“Because I’m anxious and you’re not helping matters by teasing me.”

You reached out to rub his forearm as an act of comfort. “Why are you anxious? What could possibly go wrong giving a teenager a ticket to the dance?” That definitely didn’t come out right.

Stephen shot you a look before he continued his pacing. “Everything. I don't know if she'd even want me to be there.” It surprised you how nervous Stephen was about the entire prospect of going to a dance with America. As long as you had known the doctor-turned-sorcerer, he had always made his stance on children quite clear: he didn’t want any.

Then after the events of the Latina’s appearance, his demeanor started to change. There was a more caring and compassionate side to Stephen that you had rarely seen outside of special moments you’d manage to steal with him.He did his best to oversee her learning at the rebuilt Kamar-Taj. He offered advice when she struggled, providing a gruff, “well done,” at the end of every session.

“Well, has she even asked you about it?” The silence you received in return spoke volumes. So he hadn’t brought the subject up to her or vice versa. That would make sense, come to think about it, as you couldn’t recall hearing about such an event. “Do you want her to?”

There was another period of silence before a timid, “yes,” escaped Stephen’s throat.

Your heart practically melted in your chest like ice cream on a swelteringly hot summer day. “God, I swear I fall in love with you more and more every day,” you admitted before you kissed him again.

Stephen hummed in agreement as his arms wrapped around your waist.

“So when are you going to ask her?” you asked with a voice that was clearly muffled by the fabric of his sweatshirt.

“I... don't know,” he admitted again. “I don't even know if she's interested in going. Last week she was talking about how stupid school events were-”

“Probably because she never had these experiences before and is overwhelmed by it all! God, Stephen, give her some time to adjust!” You loved your husband, you really did. But sometimes he could be a real idiot. “Stephen, relax. What is the worst that could happen in this situation?”

“She rejects me.”

Leave it to Stephen Strange to list the most obvious and frustrating conversation in the history of the world. “Okay? It doesn’t mean she hates you.”

“But what if she does?” your husband had begun to wear holes into the main floor of the Sanctum Sanctorum. Since you didn’t need a surprise visit from one of the other sorcerers in the building during this time of stress, you walked over and held his arms from a short distance.

“Stephen, look at me.”

The man in front of you avoided your gaze as long as possible before his blue-green eyes flickered over yours. “What?” he asked half-heartedly.

“You need to relax,” you gently ran your hands up and down his arms. The Cloak around his shoulders fluttered in agreement, causing you to smile.

“I can’t relax,” Stephen argued. “I don’t relax.”

A smug smile flittered against your lips. “I can think of a few times you’ve been able to relax.” God, flirting really wasn’t your strong suit, was it? “How about this: if you ask her and she says no, I'll help you relax.”

The response was instantaneous: “Deal.”

You led him over to the sofa by the fireplace, hand clasped tightly in his. After the two of you sat down, you gave his hand a gentle squeeze and pressed a kiss to his lips. “You know,” you said with a lower voice, “even if she says yes- and you're good- maybe I'll help you relax then, too.”

Stephen smirked in return. “I like that, too.” You sat in silence for a moment, staring at the crackling fire in front of you. “It’s just,” he started to admit, “if I ask her, I don’t want to seem like I’m not . . .”

“Like you’re not…what?” you gently pressed as he hesitated.

Your husband sighed dejectedly. “...cool.”

You couldn’t help another laugh. This time, it stemmed from your midsection in a loud, obnoxious tone. “Oh, oh god-” you got out between chortles.

“Nice to know that brings you joy, honey.”

“Stephen,” you wiped a few stray tears that had sprung to your eyes. “Honey, you’re a frickin superhero. You’re a wizard-”

“Sorcerer.”

“Sorcerer, right. You can summon magic at will, you saved her life when other versions of you had ultimately tried to kill her.” You crossed your arms against your chest. “I would say that makes you pretty damn cool. So grow a pair and just ask her, why don’t you?”

Just as your husband was about to retort, you were interrupted by the distraction of orange sparks in the living room. It took a few minutes before a clear circular portal made an appearance, revealing the young traveler lugging a backpack on her shoulder. It was one of the first times America had been able to use her sling ring. You glanced at Stephen, who looked more than impressed by her progress, to see if you should celebrate the milestone. Given the fact she made a beeline to the kitchen, the two of you figured it was best to let it go.

“What,” you tried to joke, “did Wong not feed you?”

“Nope.” America’s voice carried in from the kitchen across the hall. There was a clanging of glass jars and bottles as she navigated her way through the fridge. “Do we have any pizza left?”

“Top shelf on the left,” Stephen called back in a bored tone. Somehow in the process of the chaos, he had summoned his ancient textbook. That man had a stress-reading habit. The sight caused you to shake your head in frustration and groan as you fell into his lap. “. . .do you mind?” your husband asked while he looked down at you in amusement.

“Thanks!” A few moments later, the young student made her way back into the living room, juice box and pizza in hand with a few bites taken out of it. She flopped into the armchair across from the sofa, relishing in the taste of her cold Italian treat. Upon noticing your position, she waved the slice of pizza between you and Stephen. “What’s going on with you two?”

“Nothing,” Stephen was quick to respond as you said, “adult things.”

The child wrinkled her nose and narrowed her eyes ever-so-slightly as she leaned forward. She was analyzing you both, a habit she had unfortunately picked up from you. You could feel Stephen twitch underneath your form. He was clearly afraid that America was about to determine his plans for the dance. After a minute long stare down, the young girl leaned back in the chair and took another bite of pizza. “Just don't do it in the laundry room. Again.”

A coughing fit wreaked havoc on your throat as you felt yourself choke on spit. The look on Stephen’s face showed he was equally surprised. “We- we were just grabbing detergent,” you responded, clearly flustered.

“You were not reaching for the cabinets,” the teenager across from you said with a shake of her head. “You were reaching for his-”

“All right!” Stephen drew out the syllables and snapped his book shut, causing you to flinch and sit up.

“She’s growing up too fast, Stephen,” you said with a dramatic gasp. “She’s going to college tomorrow, getting married next week. We’ll be empty nesters by the end of the month. Quick, give me another baby.”

Your husband merely shook his head at you. “Sometimes I wonder why I married you,” he admitted.

“Because you fell for my immaculate beauty and quick-witted charm.”

“Yeah. . .I’m sure that’s it.” Stephen smirked at you, which was replaced with confused annoyance by the sound of America’s juice box being emptied.

You gaped at him. “Rude!”

“That’s just honesty, darling.” He held up a shaky hand to reveal his ring, clearly mocking your earlier gesture.

“Why you little-” you started but sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Forget it. How were your lessons today, America?”

The teenager shrugged. “Boring. We learned how to turn elements into useful objects, so that was cool, I guess.”

You nodded. “How about school? Anything interesting coming up?”

“Uh,” America took the opportunity to squint up at the ceiling. “There is this dance coming up.”

“Oh, really?” you hoped your excitement wasn’t too obvious. You could see Stephen stiffen in your peripheral vision. “That sounds fun.”

“Yeah,” America nodded slowly, fingers absentmindedly toying with the sling ring on her opposite hand. “It’s a father-daughter dance, though. All the other girls are going. Even Tasha, who’s dad is like, never around. I’m pretty sure he’s cheating on her mom with his secretary.”

“Really?” You not-so-subtly nudged Stephen’s leg with yours.

Taking the hint, Stephen cleared his throat. “Uh, America,” he started. “I, uh, I know you don’t have your moms here right…right now. And I, uh, I know I can’t replace them- not that I’m trying to at all! I just, uh, wanted you to know that if…uh, if you did want to go to the dance…” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I would be more than happy to take you. Now, I know I’m not your dad-”

“You. . .you would do that?” America’s voice was small and quiet. You had never heard her sound like this before. Ever since she had crossed paths with Stephen, America had been anything but quiet.

“Yes,” Stephen said with a sincere nod. “Of course.”

America’s voice cracked as she asked the next question. The poor girl looked to be on the verge of tears. “W-why?”

Your husband cleared his throat again. “Um, well,” he tilted his head toward her, “America, I know. . .I know what it’s like to feel like you’ve lost your family – to think that you’re entirely alone. But I also know what it’s like to find another family, to let yourself be loved and to love others.” His hand snaked its way over to intertwine with your own. “I just don’t want you to feel like you’re alone, America, because you’re not. You have me, Wong, all of us here at the Sanctum.”

By the time Stephen had finished with his little speech, you felt yourself getting a little misty-eyed. Being open and vulnerable was never something Stephen was known for. It was truly something to hear him express himself, especially with someone so young. You really did find yourself falling further and further in love with the dark haired man next to you.

Without another word, America got up and launched herself into Stephen’s arms. You watched with a small, sad smile as she shook in the hug. Her lips were moving, but you couldn’t hear what she was saying. You gave them their space, scooting to the other edge of the sofa. A few moments later, America stepped away from her mentor and beamed. “I guess I need to find something to wear,” she remarked.

“Oh, I can help you with that!” you volunteered. “I have a few things in my closet you might like. Why don’t you head upstairs and we can go find something? I’ll be right there.”

The offer appeared to please the young girl as she all but skipped up the stairs. When you turned back to your husband, you noticed he had a grin plastered against his face that was fit to beat the band. “What’s up with you?” you asked with a smile. “What did she say?”

Stephen looked at you proudly before he kissed you with a bit of passion. As you broke apart, he leaned his forehead against yours and whispered, “she said, ‘thanks, dad.’”

“Aw, look at you smiling,” you teased. “I told you; you’re a great big softie.”

“Oh, stop it,” Stephen said firmly, but his eyes were playful. “Or else.”

“Or else what?”

“Or else I’ll kiss you senseless.”

“Oh no, the horror of being appreciated by my husband,” you giggled.

Stephen raised an eyebrow. “Keep this up and I’ll do more than just kiss you senseless,” he spoke before kissing you again.

“Mm, do you promise?” Your heart swelled three sizes as you got up and took the Sanctum stairs two at a time. Stephen was right. There would be times that you felt alone, but it was important to remember everyone in your life that did care. For you, it was your husband and unofficial young ward. The three of you made the most chaotic (and sarcastic) little family, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Author's Note: Oh my god, this now has to be my favorite fic that I have ever written. I enjoyed putting this together SO much. Shoutout to my friend mischief-and-mercy on AO3 for helping me out with some of the dialogue in the fic. It was meant to be a super short fic, but it kind of got away from me...again.

To ohsobeautifullyobsessed, I blame and thank you for setting my brain on this path. I accept this as a headcanon and love Parent!Stephen with all of my heart. I meant to get this out for you yesterday, but life got in the way. Hope you enjoyed it :D

I will get back to my other requests as soon as possible. I do have another fic scheduled to be posted on June 1st. It has to do with Stephen and a certain prideful month... so stay tuned, little sparks!

Until then, make sure to leave a comment, a heart, and a reblog to help me out with the Tumblr algorithm. It also really helps me see what types of stories you all like to see on my blog! Until next time, loves!

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daddyy333 · 1 year

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Headache | Steve Harrington x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 0.6k

warnings: I wrote this a little while ago so I might’ve forgot some things but reader has a headache/migraine, I think reader gets nauseous, ?

summary: y/n has a really bad headache but Steve is more than happy to help it go away

You’ve had this dull headache all day long. It’s been really irritating you all day and you were going to try to get medicine during your lunch break but you completely forgot until the headache got worse and you knew you were too busy to get a break.

Now, you’re home and you didn’t do anything for the last 30 minutes but bury your face in the pillow and try to wish the headache away. Sure, you could get up and go get medicine but you’re so tired and you honestly feel a little lightheaded and nauseous so you’re sure this is the end for you.

“Bubba! I’m home!” Steve said as he came in. You whimpered and he called for you again but you knew yelling would make it worse. A few minutes later he came in and said “hey, are you alright?”

You were kinda curled up and your breathing seemed a little irregular so there had to be something wrong. “I just…I’ve had this headache all day and it got worse after lunch and now I’m nauseous and I feel really dizzy” you whispered, eyes squeezed shut as you sighed.

He kissed your head softly as he gently massaged your head and said “you feel a little warm, baby. I think you might be getting sick or something. You should really eat something and drink some water and take some medicine” “I’m…I’m not sick I just need this headache to go away”

He gently encouraged you to move your head so you could look at him and you sighed, a small pout on your lips. He smiled a little and said “come on, honey. Why don’t you just do it incase?” “Ok fine” you said and closed your eyes, the light bothering you more than usual.

He noticed and said “oh…babe, you have a migraine” “mm mm…I don’t have migraines” you whispered and groaned, you just wanted the pain to go away. Steve sighed and got up, turning off the light and grabbing the medicine and the water as well as your leftover pasta from a restaurant you ate at the other day.

“Hi, beautiful. You gotta eat so you can take medicine” he said and you took a deep breath. He sat in front of you again and said “come on, baby. It’ll make you feel better, I know it” He helped you sit up and gently tied your hair in a loose braid to keep it out of the way.

“When did you learn how to braid?” You asked quietly and he smiled. He set the plate on your lap and said “I want to learn for nights when you’re too lazy to do it yourself since I know you like to sleep in them sometimes. Robin and Nancy helped me learn” You smiled and said “you’re a good boyfriend”

“I hope so,” he said, urging you to take a few sips of water. You ate pretty slowly, trying to wish the nausea away and thankfully it did kinda go away as you kept drinking the water and eating little by little.

“Good girl, now take these,” he said and you blushed a little. You took some medicine and rested against him, turning over and cuddling into his chest. He smiled and started massaging your head softly, whispering sweet nothings to you.

You sighed and said “thanks for taking care of me” “of course, princess. You’re probably stressed and that could’ve caused it, maybe you should try and use some sick days or something so you can rest” he said and you smiled lightly.

You hummed, drawing little patterns and shapes on his ribs with your hand. You started to feel sleepy as time passed and the medicine helped numb the pain a little. He kissed your head and said “get some rest, bubba. You need it” “I love you…so much, Steeb” you said and he chuckled. He shook his head and said “I love you more, y/n/n”

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boopshoops · 20 days

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For Jojo, Shishi, and Ezzie (The Twst OCs ;w;) for the OC Ask meme)

Similarly to the last post!! This is color coded: me/narrator as default, blue as Jocia, and green as Ezra

🥣what's your favorite food?

"So this is some sort of interview? Alright then," Jocia gruffly responded, slouching over in her seat upon realizing the question was actually rather simple. She grinned, "Bulgogi's a fav. It's something my sister showed me when we were kids. Apparently she was trying to learn more about our family history or somethin', did a damn lot of research too."

"It's not something I looked much into myself, but I'm a complete sucker for anything barbecued or grilled. I think... Oh yeah, we tried it out on a camping trip. I stole some of hers off her plate," Jocia chuckled, scratching at the back of her head as she reminisced, "I gave her hell during that trip. Wouldn't be surprised if that's why we never did something like that again. Made it up to her later, though."

"Ooh! How fun!" The professor exclaimed with a sharp-toothed grin, "Let's see, should I go into detail? I don't see why not. You're supposedly looking into learning more about me after all, little sprout," He cheerfully pondered aloud, politely folding his hands in his lap.

"My favorite dish is Pasta Alla Gricia. It's absolutely divine. With most of the foods I like, they've unfortunately been changing and shifting in ways I'm simply not a fan of with the passage of time. BUT! With this? It's only gotten better since the first time I tried it one hundred years ago! I'll gladly buy you some sometime, little sapling. Oh! Perhaps I can get some for the whole class... Like a day of celebration after one of our competitions! It's important for student's to destress, after all!~" Ezra hummed to himself with a firm nod.

🥰do you think you're attractive?

"Uh..." The woman droned on, crossing her arms over her chest. She offered a casual nod after perusing her own thoughts, "Like, physically? Sure, yeah," She bluntly answered.

"It's not really something I've thought too much of before. I guess looking in the mirror and seeing how far I've come gives me something to be proud of. Especially since I'm... not the best at styling. Everyone else in the family got all that."

"But, hell, I've worked hard on myself. Even if working out and such is more of a chill hobby of mine, I'm still confident in how I'm built. Not to mention I can see little parts of the people around me in myself too, yeah? Like- an old friend of mine regularly helps me dye my hair, and I got my piercings at the same time as my brother. If I didn't like those parts of myself, it feels kinda like a dig on them too. No matter whatcha think anyway, there are gonna be people out there who think you're pretty sick."

"...Eh, I'm not good at getting all sappy."

Ezra blinked, his drawing his lips into a line. His brows furrowed, "This is a difficult question to be modest about, isn't it?" He awkwardly chuckled, bringing a hand up to massage his temple.

"Oh, I don't know. I have a lot of things I have to work on, truly. It's quite an ordeal. Not that I'm not proud of my appearance! After all, a lot of it was greatly inspired by my late father."

"...Ah! I forgot to mention- I'm a changeling fae, of course. I'm not the biggest fan of shapeshifting, however, so I try my best to correlate my appearance to my adoptive human family. In that way, I suppose topics such as 'attractiveness' are a bit more complicated to someone like me, dear," He finished, dodging and weaving around the actual question through his rambles.

🏘️where's your happy place?

Jocia brightened up a bit at this, smirking as the answer came easily, "With my siblings," she replied briefly.

"They're fun as hell to be around. We got each other's backs. They're a bunch of little shits sometimes, but we know each other better than anyone else," She paused, "At least... most of us. More of a reason for me to get home, as if I didn't need any more of one already."

"My classroom, of course! Oh, it's so fun!" The teacher excitedly replied, eccentrically taking the time to pop up out of his seat and lean over the table, "It's where I spend most of my time! Working with students in bloom, watching their talents grow, listening to my favorite stars sing broadway, tending to my adorable potted plants..." He babbled on endlessly, happily explaining to no end.

"...I haven't been here for very long, that is true, but it has very quickly become my favorite place to be. So much so I often get caught up in things and forget to attend meetings. I suppose me and the other fae individuals here have that in common... I'm working on that, however! Got to make sure my memory is in top condition!"

"Is that it? 'Kay. Be seeing ya."

"This was very pleasant! Thank you kindly for inviting me."

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Yuu Shi's responses are here

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gloomysoup · 4 months

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Did you seriously just off Steve to an OD or is there another part to that?!

And Eddie hitting Steve in the other fic? Especially pregnant Steve? HELL NO.

okay listen...

first of all, steve is not dead i promise. i currently have 3 total parts up, and there's like AT LEAST one more part to that fic. maybe more i haven't decided yet. i have been working on the next part and it will start to get better soon i swear 🫠

as for the other fic, uhhhh i don't know what to tell you about that one. it was kind of this one off thing i wrote like MONTHS ago that never went anywhere just on a whim yknow like i think it was originally a scene for another draft i have but it didn't really fit anymore and i didn't wanna just delete it bc i liked some of the imagery, like when they're arguing and steve describes it in his head as standing on the cliff. i still liked it even if it didn't fit the characters i'd originally written them as.

and then i forgot about it and i found it the other day and just kinda posted it as a haha idk what this even is kinda post but then it kind of blew up a tiny little bit and a lot of people like it for some reason?? idek man i honestly had no intention of doing anything with it but now i've been playing around with ideas so we'll see ig

although, i appreciate the ask! i don't get many of them honestly and i do really enjoy talking about my work and explaining some of my thought processes yknow it's just fun for me to be able to interact with people more 🤷‍♀️

#gloomysoup #gloomysoup writing #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie fic #stranger things fic

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i hope you don't mind me asking — but how / why did you pick the teams you cheer for currently? i just realized we don't have favorite teams in common but i love your energy and all of your poetry posts so much 🫶

oh so the penguins just happened to be the first team i found when i googled “hockey” but the bruins were an accident and also a mistake.

i don’t entirely know why i like the teams i like. i think i just tend to pick one character or dynamic i find interesting and follow that down a rabbit hole. i got into hockey after watching the pens 2009 cup documentary

(big strong manly dudes who talk about sports like it’s war and celebrate hard hits, playing through injuries, and getting into fights, who also nicknamed their little goalie friend Flower and made sure to give him forehead kisses after every game. i didn’t stand a chance)

so sid, geno, tanger, (talbot), and most of all flOWER were my first loves and ive kinda just stuck with them ever since.

at one point i tried to put together a spreadsheet to figure out which other teams to root for (based on their names, logos, place in the standings, nr of scandinavians etc). i immediately eliminated all the red white and blue teams because i thought the colour combination was unimaginative, then eliminated all the teams whose logo was just a letter because i thought that was stupid, then forgot all about the spreadsheet because a bruins fan was nice to me and i decided to root for her team just because i liked her vibe.

(dragged one friend down the marcheron rabbit hole with me and we watched game 7 together and i will truly genuinely never stop feeling guilty about putting her through all that. then bergy retiring broke me unfixable etc etc and now we’re here)

minnesota kinda became my team a few months ago, mainly because flower plays there, but also because i got to watch them play in stockholm and that was v exciting for me. the wild have been getting most of my attention lately because that’s the fandom where i have the most fun. whereas the goalies and the superstars tend to suck up most of the oxygen in other fandoms, wildblr for some reason tends to focus on the fourth liners and the losers and that’s more my vibe just in general.

hockey is only really an internet hobby for me, and none of my Real Life Friends really care about it, so i need some fandom friends to yell about these things with. im also several timezones behind and i catch most games a few hours after the fact, so if i have to scroll through a lb of a fandom that’s very negative i tend to just blacklist that tag. there’s a few teams i now see very little of & don’t massively care about for that reason.

this turned into a much longer reply than i intended but also i just really liked the question & you worded it real kind so i didn’t want to half ass it.

there’s other players i still like even though i don’t keep up w the team much (eichel, natemac, that little slutty guy from montreal, bertuzzi, tk, ej, etc etc) but there’s only so many hours in a day, you know?

#what this boils down to is:#i love weird short guys #and flower #and my internet friends #sorry its so wordy and also thank you for the kind words much love xx

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3cremepie3 · 2 years

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Kinktober day 2

Sypnopis - The begging of your brought virginity session only you didn’t know your hook up was a vampire

Warnings - Mentions of virginity, paid sex work, oral (receiving and giving), blood drinking, blood

A/n- I posted this just before midnight I completely forgot about Kinktober sorry y’all. I may do a part 2 to this next month.

“Sure,” you agreed to his offer. Maybe he just had some sort of weird fetish but you didn’t mind when he offered you 100,000 dollars for your virginity you couldn’t deny it. I mean the setting was a little strange but he couldn’t help it.

He knew from the moment you walked in the club doors that you didn’t belong in a place like this. So he with his vast riches took you out of there. “I’m leaving Suguru take over for tonight.” He waved to his friend deep in the shadows. Already you were tired after drinking all night and parting with your friends.

“Would this be considered sex work?” You thought out loud in his limousine. “Normally that’s on my end.” I used to be an escort but I stopped 3 weeks ago.” Are you finally ready to settle down,” you pondered.

“I don’t know about that.” There was a situation with one of the clients that kinda forced me to stop.” Sorry to hear about your misfortune Gojo.” Thanks but I can tell your not being serious.” You smirked at him. Well, a man like you deserves a fine woman.” Someone like me,” you laughed.

He could tell you were overly drunk a sudden swirl of confidence crashing against you. But he didn’t mind it since you reminded him of his normal self. Maybe your more alike than he thought. “Whatcha thinking about,” you giggled.

“The non-drunk version of yourself I met earlier.” I like this new version but you gotta be in your right mind to make choices like this one I’m leading you on.” I can make choices like this,” you pouted.

“I glad that you think that.” He wiped the sweat from your brow. “Is it hot in here or is it just me?” You fanned your face. “I can’t take this,” you Babbled. You tore a leg slit in your small black party dress. You sighed air finally coming through to you. “Why did you do that you looked so amazing in that dress,” he inquired. “I was gonna toss it anyways that shit was showing my beer gut.”

“Hey don’t degrade yourself I think every part of you is sexy.” You haven’t seen every part yet,” you doubted him. “Well, I will soon enough look where already here.” He pointed to his large mansion up ahead. Your jaw dropped from its hinges. “This is beautiful!” You hopped out of the car touching every marble statue at his front gate.

“It’s renaissance themed.” He answered your question before you even got to ask. He gave you a short tour around the first floor but never brought you up to the second floor. “Why can’t we go up there?” Because I’m sensitive to sunlight and it’s very bright up there.”

“Ahh okay.” You thought for a minute how weird that was. I’ll bring you down here though to my third bedroom watch your step these stairs are steep.” You followed him down long stone steps deeper and deeper into his dark basement. “Gojo I’m scared!” You whined not feeling his arm around your hip anymore. You stood there in darkness until you heard a flick within a moment lights turned on dim but bright enough to light the room.

“What the hell.” You looked around even more amazed. This must be the washroom every direction there was a new sort of device. A rain head shower, a sauna, a hot spring. “I hope you don’t mind I wanted to wash up first.”

“Not a problem.” You gulped realizing he was already naked while you were fully clothed. “Come on aren’t you gonna strip what about all that talk from in the car,” he teased you. “Fine!” You took off each price of clothing slowly folding them and then putting them on the vanity.

He helped you dip into his whirlpool tub which was practically the size of a hot tub. You sat back leaning your neck on his chest. “Ahh, something’s poking me!” You say up thinking maybe it was a jet. “Sorry,” Gojo laughed. “I must be a little too hard.”

“Here let me help you out.” You sat just before his lap staring at the soapy water. Your hand felt for his dick finding it burning up his chest. He was as hard as a rock even through the water you could feel his mushy tip leaking.

His reaction was cute to you eyebrows all knitted together. You wanted to see it again so you brought your thumb over his tip spreading his pre-seed all over the head. Your other hand massaged his balls adding to his stimulation. “S-shit yeah keep doing that!” He bit his lip muffling his moans.

You removed your hand from his balls and started to pump his shaft. You felt his veins pumping even more blood up to his tip which leaked in your other hand. “Fuck your way too good at this.” Or are you just sensitive Gojo?”

“Shit! Call me Satoru baby I don’t mind.” You scooted closer hands still at work while Gojo held his head back arms lent on the sides of the tub. You brought your mouth to his neck sucking near his collarbone. He shivered at your sudden movement face warm at your boldness.

“Shit your gonna make me go crazy!” Stop pumping me will yah.” You stopped awaiting his next move. He grabbed a towel from the side wrapped you in it then lifted you over his shoulder. “Aren’t I heavy?” Compared to what I can lift your a feather sweetheart stop worrying.”

He let you down on his bed. “Do I have to use a condom or can I go raw?” Well, your paying 100k I think you at least deserve to go raw for a night.” Say less!” Can you help me finish I’m leaking everywhere here?”

“Of course.” You climbed on top of him your pussy sitting right above his face. “What a beautiful view,” he marveled. You knelt above him not wanting to smother his face. “I don’t mind you smothering me.” With his confirmation, you sat firmly on his face moaning as his mouth found your folds.

But you had something more important to do. This wasn’t the first dick you sucked but it was the biggest slender and long as you wrapped your mouth around it. You gagged it going through the back of your throat.

You heard his muffled moans even through the slurping of your cunt. You took your mouth off his cunt coughing after he began to thrust into it. Your nails dug into his thighs out of instinct since you were experiencing a new type of high. He had slipped a finger into you curving it inside until he hit your spot.

He added in another thanks to your wetness you groaned your thighs locking around his head. His movement was skilled his tongue never making a mistake and flicking your clit with ease. Unlike the sloppy blowjob, you were giving him. Spit pooled down to his balls ad you used your hand to pump his base. You tried your best to drag your tongue around his veins. But taking more of him in your mouth seemed to be the number priority.

He chuckled seeing your face contort even though you were doing amazing. So he thrust up again helping fit the rest of his shaft into your mouth. He came with a grunt his cock spilling his seed in the back of your throat. You were soon to follow gushing in his overjoyed mouth. You collapsed a top of his face forgetting the fact that he had to breathe.

He lifted you rolling you over next to his muscular body. “You ready,” he asked. “Yes.” You answered even though your breath was unsteady. “Hey, I hope you don’t get turned off by this but I’m gonna need at least a syringe full of blood from you is that okay?”

You laughed at his randomness. “What the fuck sure I guess!” He leaned into your face his eyes closed delicate white lashes fluttering. At first, you thought he was gonna kiss you. So your lips perked to kiss him but he rejected this idea moving over to your neck to suck a harsh hickey?

No this wasn’t a hickey you realized as he bit into your neck with ease. “Ahh Satoru that hurts.” You tried to claw at his back to stop him. But he kept going sucking your sweet nectar.

“Gojo,” you cried out. “I said that’s enough.” Your body was becoming weaker by the minute. You let out one week slap to the back of his head. Finally, he came off your shoulder making a pop sound.

His demeanor was different. He didn’t even look at you and you could tell he was more obsessive, rougher. “Satarou answer me please,” you begged.

“I’m the same old man you met earlier only I’m much more hungry.” Now that you looked at him you could see his once light blue iris turned red. Fangs poked out his plump lips that were smeared with your blood.

“Now I’ll ask you once again are you ready Y/n?”

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goldendoodledenny · 23 days

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Requested by anon

(ugh... I absolutely HATE when the draft doesn't save... It frickin' posts instead... OWJEEHDHJWDJJSHS)

Amalia x gn reader- pampered like royalty (sfw)

Reader is gender neutral and referred to as y/n

They forget to take proper care of themselves, so Amalia invited them over for some self care and pampered them! 💚

Amalia cared deeply for y/n... She loved them... Dearly... So it absolutely ticked her off when she found y/n looked fatigued, like they hadn't eaten all day... And they looked dehydrated... And sleepy... And they stank a bit too...

Amalia grabbed their hands. "Y/n! Have you actually taken care of yourself today!?" She shouted, concerned about their health.

"uh... Oh crud... Hehe...sorry... I kinda... Forgot..?" They responded nervously.

Amalia starts pulling them towards the palace, saying that she was gonna help them.

..........

They arrived at her room, specifically her bathroom, and she draws a bubble bath, making sure y/n liked the temp of the water. "Alright, I'm gonna go talk to the chef and get them to make ur favorite food, I'm also gonna get ur favorite cold drink, ok? Now, you need a bath, I'll go, you take your bath, got it?" She informed y/n.

Y/n murmured an I understand and she left. They took their clothes off, and stepped into the bath, laying in it, realizing how much they needed it, and it had bubbles too! They relaxed in the water, and after a bit, they hear Amalia knocking on the door.

"y/n, I have your drink, and I'll wash your hair before you really relax, ok?" She didn't give them any time to argue, as she opens the door, putting the drink on the sink.

They hurried and covered themselves, face red. "A-Amalia... Couldn't you wait?" Y/n pleaded.

"No, silly, you were probably gonna doze off..." She said, motioning for them to sit up.

They sat up against the wall of the bathtub, back to Amalia, and making sure their stuff was covered. Amalia started washing their hair, first soaking it with water, then putting shampoo in their hair, kneading it into their scalp, relaxing them further, making them forget they were flustered just a bit ago.

"you know, shampoo should only be used on your scalp, as it's used to clean the grease and oil and such..." She drones on about the importance of taking good care of your hair, and how to do so.

Y/n completely tuned out, just listening to her voice, not the words. They snapped back to reality, as Amalia was rinsing their hair. "You ok, y/n?" She asked, concerned at the sudden jolt from them.

"o-oh... Yah... I just zoned out for a bit..." They responded, not wanting her to know how soothing her fingers were on their scalp.

"ok... If you say so..." She said, sceptical.

The princess continued rinsing the soap out of their hair. After that, she put conditioner on her hands and applied it to the ends of y/n's hair, telling her why she did.

After that, Amalia stood up, wiping her hands off with a towel, and said, "I'll be back soon to wash the conditioner out of your hair, you wash your body, y/n,"

They nodded, and the sadida walked out, closing the door behind her. They grabbed some body soap and a rag, and started washing themselves.

..........

About ten minutes later, Amalia knocked on the door. "You finished washing your body, y/n?" She asked.

"yah, I'm all done, you can come in," y/n responded, blushing slightly.

Amalia came in and shut the door behind her. She put fresh, comfy-looking clothes on the sink, then started washing their hair out, afterwards giving them the drink. "There you go, drink it, I'll get you once the food is done," she stated, starting to walk out.

"w-wait... Actually... Could you massage my scalp? Like when you were putting the shampoo in my hair?" Y/n asked, face red with embarrassment, taking a drink.

Amalia pretended to be more grumpy than she was and huffed, "fine... But you should know, I'm the princess of the Sadida kingdom and..." She blabbed on and on, walking over and massaging their scalp like earlier.

They relaxed, zoning out again and drinking the drink. After a bit, Amalia stops, and she smiles gently at how relaxed y/n seemed.

..........

After a while, the drink is finished and one of the staff knocked on the door, saying the meal for y/n was ready. Amalia told them to put the meal on her table and she walked out to take care of it, telling y/n to get out of the bath and to put on the clothes she brought in.

They got out of the bath and dried off, putting the clothes on. They walked out of the bathroom, and Amalia sat them on her bed, giving her the plate/bowl of food and some utensils.

Y/n dug into the food, finishing it before long. "That was delicious!" They exclaimed, stuffed.

Amalia smiled softly at their contentness, "I'm glad you thought so... Maybe you'll remember to eat more often... Now come here," she said, sitting criss- crossed on the edge of her bed, pointing to the pillow on the ground in front of her.

Y/n sat there, and Amalia started brushing their damp hair. They thought it was soothing, and they enjoyed it when Amalia did this for them.

Soon, she finished and told y/n to get on the bed, patting the spot in front of her and turning her direction, sitting on her knees. They sit there, and are surprised when Amalia puts their head onto her lap, massaging it.

They smile gently at her, "thank you, Amalia..." They said, yawning.

"you're welcome, y/n... Now, go to sleep," she responded gently.

They don't argue and fall asleep pretty quickly, swearing that they felt her kiss their forehead just before they fell asleep.

The End💚

(MAN I wish she did this to meeee... I'm so sick of being SINGLE T-T)

#amalia sheran sharm #wakfu amalia #amalia x reader #gn reader #wakfu #plant princess

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