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marvel-and-chicago-fan · 2 months

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Killer Cookie

A/n: I finally finished and I don’t know what else to say but I hope you love reading this since it’s the last part

Word count: 3.3k

summary: You get into a fight at school and Hailey helps you and your brother to stop fighting

———————————————————————— It was a chilly, no… freezing day in Chicago. It was snowing but not as much currently because the storm is supposed to hit later tonight.

You decided to walk to the firehouse instead of riding the bus because you didn’t feel like hearing everyone screaming whenever the bus would almost crash, even though you were one of those people with your friends.

Your class won a food party because they collected the most votes on the door decoration contest. Luckily none of the food had strawberries. Because you are deathly allergic to strawberries and always needed an EpiPen with you just in case.

Which reminded you to tell Will or Jay that you needed a new one since you lost your last one when you went out sledding with them.

But when you opened your locker to get your backpack and Jacket there was a box of chocolate chip cookies.

~inside the box

don’t worry there’s no strawberries,

-secret admire ;)

You screamed internally because you lived for Chocolate chip cookies, and you had a secret admirer?

***

On your way home you were starving since you didn’t eat much at school, only really some fries from the restaurant.

So you decided to eat 2 cookies and let everyone else fight for the rest, they were yours after all.

Opening the box carefully so you didn’t drop the box and whatever was in your hands.

You shoved the whistle cookie in your mouth. You may do girl things but you eat like a grown man, especially a football player.

Not even 10 seconds after swallowing the cookie your throat started to feel dry and you couldn’t breath

(Give me a break today this is all going to be in mine right now)

“Shit. There’s no strawberries in these, unless.” You picked up a cookie and broke it in half. “What kind of psycho put strawberries in chocolate? I- I need to get t-to the house”

***

You basically pushed everyone aside who tried to greet you and rushed to the kitchen.

“Ayy, Y/n how’s my favorite Halstead sibling doing” Kelly joked

Jay hit Kelly in the elbow hard. “C'mon man it was a joke, I can have favorites”

“Nah, I see how it is, guess I’m never bringing food over here again. And you can keep Y/n forever then” Jay shrugged.

“I was just trying to cheer her up, she looks upset” Kelly usually payed attention to

Your face whenever you came in. He would know if it was ok to make jokes or he needed to pull you to the side and talk to you. Right now you are upset but that’s because you weren’t processing anything.

But clearly ignoring everyone was for nothing because you barely made it to your drawer of the kitchen before you fell and your backpack cushioned your fall.

At least you didn't hit your head.

“Y/n you good?” Jay stood up from the chair he was sitting at. This was so unlike you. You always came in and said “Hi” or “Hello” to everyone whether or not you were having a bad day

“Y/n?… SHIT Y/N!”Jay screamed

“Take her back pack off,” Matt said. “What’s wrong with her? She turning blue”. Someone else’s voice came out from the other 10 voices.

“Give her CPR or something” Jay spoke as Kelly was rubbing your sternum.

“Jay we don’t know what’s wrong with her let alone why she’s turning blue it could be the cold” Kelly said “cmon y/n come back to us”

“I DONT CARE TJATS MY FUCKING SISTER WHOS DYING.” Jay roared.

Hailey practically runs in due to all the commotion with Stella and Sylvie right behind her

Sylvie and Stella ran over to you and started assessing you while Stella started CPR.

Hailey walked over your bag which was thrown a few feet away from you and decided to go pick it up, to help out.

Hailey picked up the box and your backpack so it was out of the way but when she looked in the box she saw something that she thought you wouldn’t have.

“Shit, where does Y/n keep all her stuff in here” Hailey was looking at both Sylvie and Stella but she hoped at least both of them would answer.

“Uhh bottom drawer far left”

Hailey rummaged through the draw until she found a tube with a bright orange tip. And sprinted to you and pushed everyone out of the way.

As everyone was yelling at Hailey like she was crazy she rolled up your pant legs and Jabbed the Epi Pen in the middle of your thigh.

“HAILEY ARE YOU CRAZY? WE DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER” Jay screamed

“Strawberries- she had strawberries” She sighed

***

My head feels like it’s underwater

Everything seems so muffled

What-what happened?

Your eyes flutter open and immediately shut them due to the light.

“C'mon y/n come on back to us” a soft voice says

“Give her space guys” as time goes on the voices get louder and it forces you to open your eyes.

“Just rest, we’re not gonna push you to talk, we’ll talk at home. We’re gonna leave soon”

Hailey had to go home while you were passed out because she had an early shift tomorrow so Will drove over to the firehouse to come and get both you and Jay.

“How is she?” Jay looked in his rear view mirror to see you guys.

Will checked your pulse again and looked at the watch on his wrist “her pulse is better but her breathing is slow, I might give her oxygen when we get home”

“Why would she eat strawberries?”

“They were cookie Jay, maybe she didn’t know. It happens”

“Well it better have been an accident or me her are gonna have a serious talk” Jay grumbled

“Don’t be to harsh on her”

****

You woke up around 5:30 am and couldn’t go back to sleep, and the one thing you hated the oxygen.

You’d much rather have the nasal one but you can’t exactly argue with adults on what’s better for your health so you just have to deal with the mask.

Eventually it got hot and you got bored since you couldn’t find your phone. You assumed it was still at the firehouse or Jay had it.

You dragged your little tank/ machine across the room and grabbed your comforter (the very top blanket on your bed) and your pillows and one stuffed animal and stuffed them into the bathtub and you found your laptop and you put on your favorite show.

This was better than being in your bed.

Will woke up to the sounds of Jay screaming in his ear. So much for trying to sleep in.

“Wake up, Y/n’s gone she’s not in her bed” Jay almost screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Are you crazy? Check her bathroom, I found her sleeping in there one time after a reaction and I heard sounds coming from there this morning” Will turned his back to Jay.

Jay ran into your bathroom which was connected to your bedroom and what he saw made his heart melt.

***

“Here’s the real story, the PTO had a cookie drive where you could buy cookies for your friends and stuff like that and they would put it in your locker and we would find them, mine had a note that just said that “thanks for being great friend, don’t worry there’s no strawberries” Okay, so maybe you lied a little but it’s better than jay beating up some poor boy.

“Did it say from who?” Jay asked in his detective tone

“Nope, and I’m pretty sure Hailey told me she threw the box away while I was passed out” you shrugged.

“I guess it’s fine, maybe the PTO forgot. It’s not like anyone hurt you on purpose so it's fine. Right jay” Will sent Jay that look to just drop this subject this one time.

“Yeah right…” Jay picked at his pancakes. He wanted to look into it more but Hailey would kill him.

But… the laughing and the image of you guys faded into his mind.

Flashback end… (WHAT?!??)

Will realized it, it was Milly. Milly was somewhat an old friend of yours and he remembered the day you said you told her that you were allergic to strawberries when she was over. You’ve only been allergic for around a year and half. There hadn’t been anyone else you told.

Except for Milly…

Will shot up from the couch, grabbed his keys from the bowl and ran outside to his car.

Will attempted to call Jay but he didn’t answer. So he was probably out with Hailey.

“Jay when you get this meet me at the Jail they have Y/n immediately. There’s not a lot of time”

***

“Uhh yeah, I just opened my locker and they were there. I didn’t think anything of it, I guess I was just excited” You shrugged.

“Did you tell anyone else about your allergy other than Milly” Jay spoke

“No, not until after the incident, I honestly don’t remember much from that day, but I don't really care to be honest.” You shrugged once again.

“Y/n listen to me, you’re going to have another court date. You’re going to tell everyone exactly what you told us. We’ll get security footage from the school and we’ll also get statements from everyone at the house” You’re lawyer was pretty strict and prescient on getting you out.

It wasn’t the first time someone has gone against Milly in court and you’re lawyer had won 4 cases against 2

***

1 year and 7 months ago

“Well well well isn’t it the detective's little sister?”

“What did I do not milly?” You sighed.

“Nothing, I just wanna make your life a living hell. Your brother is horrible and if I can’t do anything to him I might as well hurt what’s best to him, his little sister-.” Milly had a smirk on her face.

“Please Milly, I’m just trying to fix my makeup” you rolled your eyes and looked back at the mirror.

“Let’s see if make up can fix this” before you could ask her what she meant when you felt stinging on your right eye.

“WHAT THE FUCK MILLY, WHATS YOUR PROBLEM?” You screamed.

“It’s not you I have a problem with. It’s your brother's little squad.” She spits as the rest of her group come in and corner you.

A kick from behind throws you to the ground.

As you try to fight back Milly and get friends they overpower you as it’s 1v5

(And yes this happened at my school but in the hallways❤️)

After a few more kicks to the stomach one of the girls speaks up.

“Let’s go, don’t kill her.”

“You’re off the hook for now Halstead.” She kicks you once more in the stomach and you cry out in pain.

***

As soon as you got home you peaked behind the wall to see if Jay was watching Tv to make sure the coast was clear. Nothing

You ran to your room and to your bathroom.

You pulled open your draw of Makeup and crabbed your concealer.

(I don’t wear much makeup yet so give me break on how it works😭)

“Y/n? Are you good in there?” Jay knocked on the door

“Yeah, yeah just fixing something” you replied

“Alright, Will called and asked if you wanted to go out for dinner”

That made you freeze. You can’t go out like this… Will and Jay could tell the signs of when you used too much makeup.

“Uhh, I don’t really feel like it. Can her just pick up chick fil a or something”

“Are you ok? You love going out” Dam it Jay, did you really have to pick a being detective as your job.

“Yeah, I rather just hang out with you guys tonight y'know”

“Alright I’ll call him”

***

“Y/nnnn… Y/N”

“Is this one of those seizure things she used to have when she had that head injury?” Jay whispers to will

“No, it doesn't look like it. I’m hoping it’s not because I will sue this place down if they let her get a head injury and didn’t let any of us know.” Will grits that last part between his teeth.

“Y/N!” A voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, tell them in court got it. I gotta go bye”

“Alright, call me if you need to schedule anything or if anything happens” your lawyer stood up from the chair.

“Yeah thanks Chris” both Jay and Will got up and shook his hand and walked out.

“What was that about” Will mumbled

“I don’t know, Y/ns strange but you never know what’s going up in that head of hers.” Jay shrugged as he walked down the steps.

Just three weeks left Will said to himself, three weeks. And then you could go back to school. You missed a whole school year so you would be a year behind all of your friends.

How could Jay not care, he hadn’t fought or visited you as much as he did.

He would talk to him when they got back to his apartment. This was gonna be another fight

“Jay?”

“Yes will”Jay hummed

“You seem to not care about y/n all you do is sit her all day and watch these stupid games”

“First of all the games aren’t stupid, and second of all how dare you say that I don’t care about her. It seems like you don’t care about her”

“ME? Oh no you sit here and go to the district come back home and drink like your Addict”

“And you? Don’t act so innocent. You’ve been sitting there on your couch rotting away when you’re not at work” Jay scoffed

“At Least I’m trying to help, I’m trying to read about how we can help Y/n. Do you ever use your brain or are you so fucked up inside? You gonna turn up like dad if you don’t check yourself” Will shoved his finger in Jays chest.

Jay flung wills hand away. “Watch who you’re talking to. Don’t bother coming over. And you can have y/n when she gets out since I don’t care about her. Now get the hell out of my house”

Like I said, the Halstead siblings are falling apart.

***

January 29th 2024

Court date

“All rise” Everyone stood up as the judge walked into the room

Will,Jay and your lawyer Chris had given you a talk on behaving and doing exactly what they said.

You were gonna follow through with those rules but you had something else in mind to add. A way that everyone would see the true face of Milly.

***

“I have a question for my client”

“During your first court, Ms. Taylor accused you of abusing her over the months, and looking over CCTV footage from your so called confrontation Michelle walked over to Ms Halstead instead and she threw the first punch. If you had looked at the cameras you would have seen it”

Milly looked astonished that someone had said her real legal name and not Milly.

“MR. Olsen, I did look at the security cameras and I saw what I saw” The judge shrugged.

You had enough, the judge kept lying, Milly kept telling fake stories and everyone wans´t helping.

“I’ve had enough” You stood up. “Y/n what hell are you doing sit down” Jay yelled in a whisper.

“Back off Jay, Your name isn’t Milly Parker. It's Michelle. Isn’t that right? Ms, Taylor? There’s video proof of everything and every single one of your group of friends. You think I haven’t had an outsider for months? Giving me all the information I know right now. I knew it was you who tried to Kill me with the cookies. I got video permission and I saw it. Best part is I didn’t even have to wait for you to be proven wrong in a couple of years because IT'S ALL HERE. YOUR A FUCKING SNAKE, A LIAR AND BITCH”

Jay and Hailey got up and pulled you out of the courtroom before security did it themselves.

“Y/n are you crazy, you’re going to end up getting more Time in jail”

“You don’t understand Jay, she’s the one who hit me first. She’s the one who gave those strawberry Cookies” You cried.

Jay pulled you into a hug, so you wouldn’t run off and he could comfort you. “It’s alright, you’re ok. I’ll figure it out.” “Go get that footage on that screen, if they try to stop you someone named Harrison Butler will help you” Jay whispered to Hailey and she nodded back.

“Y/n I’m gonna leave you with Kevin for 5 minutes while I talk to Will about something really quick. Is that ok?” He could feel you nodding in his chest.

***

“Natalie, It’s Jay. I need you to send Y/ns medical records from when we came for a check up after she had a reaction”

Jay kept humming in response when Natalie kept asking questions

“Alright thank you”

“I’m getting super tired of the crazy shit” Jay mumbled to himself.

***

“You need to listen to me. When you go in there don’t get up and scream, don’t accuse, don’t exaggerate. Stick to what Voight told you” Jay was on your level giving you a pep talk. This was the final court session. It would be decided who was guilty and who wasn’t. “Do you understand?”

“Yes. If I get to go home can I get McDonald’s?” It was worth asking.

“Of course y/n. I’ll buy you all the McDonald’s you want and whatever you want.”

“Y/n it’s time, let’s go” Your lawyer Chris came out.

***

“Can Ms. Y/n Halstead come up” The judge “would please tell your side of the story to settle this once and for all.”

After the longest speech of your life which was almost 40 minutes. And other people are coming up to talk. A decision was made.

“I sentence Michelle Taylor 30 years for attempted murder, 10 years for fraud and 3 years for assault.”

“For Y/n Halsted, she and her family will be compensated 10 thousands from the star and 25 thousand from the Taylor family from what she has been through.” You looked at Jay with a shocked face, that was a ton of money. “Case closed.” The Jude spoke. Everyone around you started clapping and cheering.

People from your school who had also been affected by Milly were there, News stations, Your family from Med, Fire and Pd. The whole state had heard about your story and it finally worked, people came out told their stories with Milly and this Past year of Hell was over.

You won

***

Now in the car With Jay and Will you guys were one of the last to leave since people were interviewing you guys like crazy. You were starving for something, not prison food.

“Can I have McDonald’s now?”

Jay and Will looked at each other and then looked back at you “taking that as a yes, I’m tired of prison food so let’s go”

***

IT'S OVER, I don’t know if I’m gonna pick this up and add to it again but I want to say I’ve been adding to this every now then since late December early January ish.

I love this and now I can focus on working on some other stuff I have to write😁

Sorry it took so long as well. I wanted to make it good but I got tired of writing this like 2 weeks ago so it’s kinda bad.

Love yall so much and thank you for all the support

#chicago pd #jay halstead #chicago #halstead brothers #one chicago #will halstead #hospital mention tw #x reader #chicago med #halstead sister #Jay Halstead X reader #Will Halstead X reader

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technicallymaximumkitty · 1 month

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Niffty headcannons because I did Sir Pentious uwu

(CW for sex and smut being mentioned but nothing graphic)

When she was alive she was tall, willowy, and had long hair, like how most people draw human fluttershy

She lived in Japan most of her life but moved to the states when she got married to a US soldier

She was the overlord of mariticide (the act of killing one’s husband) I mean she was a housewife in the 50’s she def snapped

She eats things she doesn't know, she has an iron stomach now

She is still an overlord technically but she never cared for titles in the first place

Alastor has an older brother like relationship with her, she’s the baby sibling, and Husk is the middle child

Niffty loves to play house with those two (just as long as there is no mommy or daddy) Alastor is more than willing to entertain Niffty, Husk usually has to be dragged into it

She collects porcelain dolls and taxidermy stuffed animals each one has a name and tragic backstory

She hates every and all bugs no matter what kind they are, she used to be deathly afraid of bugs but that fear morphed into hate. Now she is on a one woman’s crusade to kill them all

She is allergic to bee and wasp stings

Her book collection is ⅓ psychological horror ⅓ hardcore smut and ⅓ picture books about animal friendships or animals with jobs

She cuts and dyes her hair herself (how could you tell) ((the yellow part is dyed))

She had autism, ADHD, pica, and OCD

She loves dogs but only the big ones, she hates any dog that can fit into a handbag only she gets to ride around in the handbag

Her love language is that of a cat so if she likes you she is gonna leave dead animals outside your room, everyone in the hotel thanks Niffty but quickly disposes of her gifts

Oh and love bites she also hate bites but there is a difference

Her favorite foods are strawberry cakes, oyakodon, daifuku, the cotton candy in the walls and meat on the bone (like chicken wings or t-bone steak)

She stress cooks because she needs to do something all the time, she hates sitting still so the hotel is over run with leftovers

She has one of those scholastic dairies with a pink heart lock and matching pen with the pink feather pom-pom she writes in every night before bed

She will ask if you have games on your phone

She doesn't have a phone or other technology because Alastor doesn't like tech but she is not against using it

She spins around on the tips of her feet when she dances

Whenever she goes in public she has to wear one of those children’s leash because she will wander off and get stuck in something

She likes to hide in holes and small places but gets stuck often (like getting stuck in the toilet)

She flip flops between ‘rabid goblin queen’ and “cinnamon roll angel’ frequently

Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, and Niffty fight tooth and nail for TV time and it’s a whole 30 minutes of chaos before someone walks away with the remote

Nifty is either going to turn on an animal documentary or hentai

She is Ace and hates participating in sex herself but she finds the act itself quite interesting

Once a month she will round up whoever is in the hotel and host a tea party (she and Pentious bicker on how to make tea, his tastes being western and hers being eastern)

#hazbin hotel #headcanon #niffty #alastor #hazbin hotel husk #chaos ensues

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ticktickels · 1 month

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TOBY HEADCANNONS!!

I had these laying around somewhere and borrowed some hc from others from all over the place..

Tw: sh

Toby is FTM (he/him)

It's all about personality to Toby, considering he hasn't interacted with people before into the sender mansion.

When you mess with his hands, it clams him.

Toby has gloves to cover up his scars to cover up his hands

Toby carries a notebook occasionally to write down things that he might forget and how to approach each person he has talked too.

Toby can’t remember a single thing about his life prior to becoming a proxy. Despite this he still has PTSD from all the bad shit that happened to him. Stuff like the smell of alcohol and being inside of a car freak him out a bit but he has no idea why.

Clockwork and Toby use to be a thing. He rather not talk about it, it's a sensitive topic..

Toby rather enjoys other proxies company, unless they are have relations with someone he doesn't like or is uncomfortable with.

He doesn’t stutter as much as he used to when he was younger. He only really stutters when he’s stressed out or nervous.

This guy is a total pyromaniac and loves setting off fires for the fun of it. It reminds him of when he killed his dad. Even though he can’t remember his dad he has subconscious memories of something good (I.e. his dad dying) happening before a fire.

He’s not this uwu nice guy sweetheart everyone else makes him out to be. If anything, he’s kind of a dick... making cruel & sarcastic remarks at the expense of others, especially Masky. He is a pretty nice guy to his friends though.

Gash in his cheek, ever since he got it he has to tilt his head slightly whenever he eats to make sure the food/water doesn’t leak out.

When loving someone, he'll show them that by spending extra time around them watching movies, pleasuring them, stealing them things he'd think they'd like on missions and blowing off his other choices.

Because he is unable to feel pain, he likes to inflict pain onto others just to see how they'll writhe and scream when he twists their arm out of place or hacks through the muscle fibers in their calves with his sharpened hatchet.

Slender will let small yet painful slip through as a psychological punishment because he cannot feel physical pain.

He has self-harm scars from trying to feel something

He's allergic to cashews (idk I was bored)

Toby likes to work alone, despite working frequently with others.

He's sooo moody. You would think someone killed his sister.

Toby was once apart of the top 3.. because of some complications (may or may not be delt with the mysterious clockwork situation)

Toby's taste buds are fucked.

He likes to play videogames particularly online competitive games *cough* fortnite *cough*

Toby loves anything lemon flavored, because it's really strong enough to let him taste without being disgusted by it.

Toby is afraid of the dark (trauma related but doesn't remember).

Toby basically refuses to take medication if his life depended on it.

Toby developed a vocal tic of whistling, much to Tim's surprise when he taught him how.

#slenderverse #ticci toby #ticciwork #ticcijack #creepypasta #slenderman #the operator #hoody #tim wright #brian thomas

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voidvannie · 3 months

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╰► 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍 ꒱

kaelyn burrow x jack hughes 💥🍓

˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩. 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

❛ ━━━━･❪𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘊𝘚 ❫

FULL NAME. Kaelyn Jo-Anne Burrow

NICKNAMES. Kae, KJ, Jojo, Little Burrow, Baby B

BIRTHDAY. May 11, 2003

AGE. 20 years old

HOMETOWN. Ames, Iowa

FAMILY. Joe Burrow (#9 Cincinnati Bangles)

LOVE INTEREST. Jack Hughes

FACE CLAIM. Sabrina Carpenter

❛ ━━━━･❪𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘊𝘚 ❫

Her favorite color is red.

She’s super close with Joe despite the seven year age difference.

Joe is super proud of all of her hard work and dedication in everything that she does.

The entire Bangles football team always buys her merch and listens to her music in the locker room.

Growing up, she wanted to be famous so bad that she begged her parents to let her audition for acting gigs, and later she started putting out music.

She lives on her own out in LA, but she had her own bedroom at Joe’s house in Cincinnati for when she visits or just wants to get away for a while.

Her and Olivia are absolutely best friends and it warms Joe’s heart to have two of the most important at people in his life being so close to one another.

Even though her brother player in the NFL, she’s a huge NHL fan, more specifically she’s a Jersey Devil’s fan.

Her best friend is Joey King.

She LOVES anything sweet, but she’s a sucker for donuts.

She’s not a real blonde, but keeps up with dying her hair because she doesn’t like her original hair color.

She calls Joe almost everyday especially when she’s missing her brother.

She dated her Girl Meets World co-star, Tanner Buchanan in 2016 before the two split up in 2019 on mutual terms.

In 2021, she was on James Corden where she played ‘Spill Your Guts’ and admitted she had a thing for Devil’s player Jack Hughes.

After the episode aired, everyone on the internet freaked out, making sure to tag the Devil’s Center player in everything.

Jack commented on her Instagram, sending everyone into a frenzy.

Joe, being the overprotective big brother he is, made sure he did his research on the hockey player before approving of them.

Their relationship was confirmed in June of 2021, when he posted pictures of her from a show that he went to while he was on tour with the caption, ‘my girl❤️’.

Jack’s family adores Kaelyn, her and Luke being the closest since they are the same age.

During the summers, when she’s not on tour, she’s spending time at the lake house with the boys, but she leaves early to make sure she sees her brother before their schedules get hectic.

She will NOT eat McDonalds, she’s told herself that she can’t have it and she’s sticking to that.

Her prefers waffles over pancakes and cupcakes over cake.

She’s allergic to nuts and make’s sure to keep her Epipen with her at all times.

Joe is her emergency contact so the one time in the Summer when she accidentally eats something with nuts (the boys at the lake house freaking out during) he jumps on the first flight to Michigan just to check on her.

She doesn’t keep in touch with any of her Girl Meets World but she has kept in contact with Corey (her closest male friend)

She hates her middle name, and knows she’s in trouble whenever someone call her only by Jo-Anne.

She has a small butterfly tattoo behind her ear that she got matching with Olivia.

She has a necklace that was given to her from Ja’Marr Chase for her birthday with a diamond encrusted plaque of her name, she never takes it off.

To add to the necklace from Ja’Marr, she has a shorted necklace that had Jack’s initials hanging from it that he gave to her that she also ever hardly takes off.

More will be added…

#❥ ꒰ 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍 & 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 ꒱#❥ ꒰ 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ꒱#❥ ꒰ 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ꒱#joeburrowsister #burrow!sister #burrow!reader #jack hughes x burrow!sister #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurb

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redditreceipts · 5 months

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how to get around in a world that requires you to wear make-up

I know that in an ideal world, nobody would be required to wear make-up and everyone would just do whatever they want. but sadly, that is not the reality (yet), and especially women from marginalized groups, such as women of color and disabled women are expected to wear make-up to be treated as human. also, many jobs require you to wear make-up as a woman or you can prepare to be treated like dogshit. If you can avoid wearing make-up in your daily life, that's great and I'm not telling anyone to change that.

The main problems I have with make-up are:

make-up forces you to always be aware of what you are doing with your face. you can't rub your eyes, you can't touch your face, you can't get wet or sweat or cry

make-up limits the type of activities you can do spontaneously: you can't just jump into a lake because you feel like it, you can't take a nap whereever you want, you can't to sports, you can't cry, etc.

make-up takes up a lot of time every day that you don't have to do other stuff

so here are some things to at least mitigate the problems with that:

dye your lashes: you can buy lash dye on amazon, it is permanent and you can do it at home. It will look like light mascara, last for up to six weeks, and can be easily redone. You can do everything with dyed lashes and they don't smudge, dissolve in water, etc., and it's also really cheap

dye your eyebrows: you can buy some cheap permanent hairdye in the store a couple of shades darker than your hair color, do a test 48 hours prior to see whether you are allergic, and then dye your eyebrows so they look like they are "done" all the time for about 3 weeks. you can do everything you like with dyed eyebrows :)

use lip stain or lip oil for blush and lipstick: lip stain, especially some color-changing types, stain the skin for a while and don't go away with water or when you rub your cheeks or eat something.

if you have the right skin tone, use henna: I'm pale as snow, but there are people who can use henna as a natural and lasting replacement for lipliner or doing their brows

do your own lashes: you can curl your own lashes using a kit off of amazon, which will last about six weeks. it is a bit difficult, but you will be able to jump around and do all kinds of activities and your eyelashes will still look "done"

use stud earrings that glitter or shine: for some reason, if you wear stud earrings that glitter or shine, you will look more "put together". you can invest in a pair made from metals that don't oxidise, then put then in and basically forget about them.

and, of course, speak to your female colleagues to change a discriminatory working environment! Especially if you are able to do so, organise! join a union! it shouldn't do like this!

and yeah, I know, in an ideal world any of this wouldn't be necessary, but I thought I'd give my tips for all of those who are expected to wear make-up but don't want to be limited in their range of motion or spend a lot of time everyday doing their make-up. but this is, of course, not the end of the conversation. it is just a band-aid over a larger issue we have to solve societally, and it can not solve the problem of women being expected to alter their appearance.

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Hello, can I order headcanons? If so, I would like a yoru x male reader with an agent whose skills are similar to a vampire, remember to eat healthy and take care of yourself!! ♡

A/N: Hello and thank you for your order! It was really fun to write! I promise I am also taking care of myself ^^ And here’s a note for you to do the same too!

Also, my inbox has quite the stack of reqs, but I’m doing my best to get through the list as quickly and as thoroughly as possible! It’s just a little bit overwhelming ^^; It’s also not helping that Tumblr on my pc is eating my reqs ;-; I’m glad my phone has all of them still (at least I hope it does-)

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Strange Cravings and Love Bites

Pair: Yoru/ M! Agent + Radiant! Reader Source: Valorant

Type: Headcanons - 1,222 words Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, Angsty/Hurt w/ Comfort at the very end Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)

TW: Mild references to violence, reader getting hurt, reader biting Yoru and getting a little carried away but he's fine! + thought of Yoru dying at the very end

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You remind Yoru a lot of the classical vampire figure, to the point where he kind of associates you with some of the common tropes. More specifically, the weaknesses. You may not be able to tell with his prickly demeanour, but he is a worrier- especially with those he holds dear, doubly so if it concerns his boyfriend. He doesn't want you to get hurt, and ends up projecting that whenever he gets harsh.

Que his surprise when he sees you eating garlic bread or chilling casually under the sun. You had to remind him that you weren’t actually a vampire, and if they really did burn up- Reyna would have to carry an umbrella to every day mission (You heard her laugh behind you right after. You weren’t sure whether to count your days or to consider yourself on her good side)

Though, that being said, the Sun probably does have some kind of influence over you and your abilities. Maybe you have an allergic reaction if you’re under it too long, or it takes longer to channel your abilities, or you could just feel weaker under the harsh light (Maybe even changing personality like a certain FE character)

Somehow, being beside Yoru makes that all feel better, if just a little. Maybe it’s because he’s your 夜 (*Yoru -> night). Your comforting, starlit night in the overwhelming brightness of day. If you ever spill those thoughts to him, he will short-circuit no matter how hard he tries to brush it off. Any flattery unrelated to his prowess in battle is way harder for him to take in and retort, even with his ego. It’s quite easy to tease him and watch his face glow warm with a blush- like the hue of the setting Sun

"Like the night sky, you're like a blessing to me! My very own good luck charm! Thank you, Yoru."

"... You're terrible at flirting. Focus on the mission already, idiot," // Internally: "adsjjskdjdk???SDAJKDAJHKJDK???"

If your eyes are sensitive to the light, there’s a good chance he gave you a pair of sunglasses. They might’ve even been your first gift from him! Having seen you wordlessly struggling with the glaring sunlight, he either leaves a pair in your locker or shoves them in your face while avoiding your eye contact. He will never admit that he was thinking about you, let alone worrying enough to get you something. Don’t ask, he will scoff and say it’s because he doesn’t want you dragging the team behind with your incompetence. Ouch.

You may have keen senses, like Reyna’s ability to hear people’s heartbeats. Your eyes are sharp, and you can smell copper like a shark despite nothing being spilt on the battlefield just yet; or perhaps your sense of smell is more distinct. Maybe certain people smell sweet and alluring or plain and uninteresting, if you have the urge to feed just like a vampire. You may even need to feed, in order to recover your strength. (On base, you totally drink from "juice pouches" Like some kind of morbid capri-sun)

If it’s the latter, Yoru most definitely draws you in the most. There’s just something you can’t put your finger on. If you focused on it, you'd be able to guess where he was with those heightened senses of yours. Mirror Yoru really needs to watch out when you’re on the prowl, that unique draw applies to him too

As a radiant related to creatures of the night, there’s a very good chance you can shapeshift into a bat! Yoru could never admit it but he thinks that form of yours is very cute. He definitely has the urge to just hold you whenever you shift. He thinks you can’t tell, but you can see the way his expression subtly changes to one of awe. No thought, only hold bat boyfriend gently.

Some agents have definitely found you like that, just napping somewhere in the common room with you in your bat form perched on his head. You might even be able to control or summon bats! He put a limit on how many you could summon in his room, though. He's not willing to have his bed be surrounded in bats, unfortunately :(

There’s been times where you've pushed yourself too far, the strain bearing its weight down on you. Like all radiants, you get tired when you use your abilities too much. You’re running on empty when you get hit badly, body too exhausted and hungry to mend itself like usual. Alone with a hand pressed to your biggest wound, you wait- head growing foggier as time seems to all but slow down.

You can’t describe the look on Yoru’s face when he finally finds you. He’s silent, and you can't hear his usual scolding and sharp insults. It's frightening, you realise. More frightening than your possible death. Instead, he's kneeling forward and offering his arm to your mouth. It’s positively dizzying when you breathe in, self-control broken as your body demands for you to accept.

When you finally snap back to focus, you’d never felt dread like that before, lurching backwards as you try and focus on hearing the thud of Yoru’s pulse. Guilt and anxiety are at the forefront of your mind, with apologies spewing forth and shaking hands. He only brings you into a slight hug, one partially induced out of light-headedness, as he mumbles your name and a partial command/plea,

“Take better care of yourself.”

He makes you swear to come to him whenever you need to drink after that. Yoru can't bear the sight of you like that again, slouched, wounded and gasping for breath with dulling eyes, your skin a sickly hue. He was prepared to offer as much as it took to get you back to usual. He probably accidentally confessed here and now, after realising just how much you meant to him.

If immortality is part of your radiant abilities, deep down, you knew this wonderful relationship would one day become a bittersweet memory. You avoided telling him for as long as possible, not wanting to burden him with your knowledge of what will happen. But one day, it’s inevitable as you gaze at the night sky and count the stars like they’re the countdown to the day you would be left behind.

You’re sombre, the terrifying thoughts weighing you down more than usual, and Yoru can tell whatever it is that had been plaguing you for these past few weeks is really piling up. He doesn’t want to have to force it out of you, but it pains him to see you like this. He’ll wait, no matter how long it takes to gather the strength

That day, you break. It’s as he holds your hand gently- as though you’re made of glass. He calls your name, not your code name, not a nickname. His tone is just as gentle, yet firm- steadfast in letting you know he has you as much as you have him,

“You can talk to me.”

You crack and splinter, caving in to his warmth and comfort. You vent the painful pangs in your heart, the dark storm that rages in your head. All that pent up grief and pain floods out into the abyss of night. To the world’s night and your night; the night that lets you cling close and embraces you readily to soften your anguish

#valorant x reader #yoru x reader #x male reader #x m reader #x transmasc reader #x trans male reader #x ftm reader #valorant #valorant yoru #reader insert #valorant fanfiction

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usakiboi · 1 year

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My art ain’t exactly arting lately so until I get my groove back (my desire to draw gay people in 4k) here’s a list of my naruto headcannons but it’s specifically for my au

Sakura

Blasian

Naturally blonde like her mom but dyed her to match her fathers, unfortunately the colored ended up being lighter than she planned

She isn’t a terrible cook but she gets distracted easily and burns the food she makes

Sleeper build

Went on strike when the public became outraged with her decision to marry Hinata

Acts super girly but is a huge tomboy

allergic to cats

Retired jounin and focuses on her hospitals as well as her family

Sakura regularly checks on Hinata’s heart and goes doctor mode immediately even if all Hinata is doing is catching her breath

Hinata

Plus size

Chinese on her Father’s side and Japanese on her Mother’s

Can eat a lot but doesn’t in fear of what other people would think

Her dream is to prove her self worth to her clan, as she grows her dream changes from simply wishing to prove herself to also wanting to free the branch members from their seals

She becomes the Hyuga advisor and right hand man to Clan Head, Hanabi

She’s retired from active duty to handle clan matters

Hyuga in general are one of the shortest in terms of height when it comes to Konoha. Hinata is the shortest

Has a glare that can rival her father’s but she’s naturally patient and easygoing that you almost never see it

Knits gifts for her friends

Due to the Pein fight as well as her fight with Neji her health isn’t the greatest and if she exerts herself too much she will become sick. After falling ill immediately after the war she and her family made the decision to take her off the roster

Boruto

Is stupidly smart but can’t focus for shit so he fails his test simply because he doesn’t get enough time to fill out the paper

Can cook

Has on multiple occasions argued why pink is in fact a manly color

Never hits his growth spurt and is only slightly taller than his mom when he gets older

Regularly argues with Momoshiki when he gets bored

Would willingly jump off a mountain if you dared him

Has a scar on his forehead from where he broke Momoshiki’s horn

Cant dress for shit

Sarada

Secretly into really nerdy and geeky things

Takes over the cooking when her mother gets distracted

Her glasses classify as a help aid both normally and when she uses her sharingan. Taking them off while using her sharigan could permanently damage her eyes

A majority of her strength comes from enhanced chakra but in her free time she does strength workouts to build her muscles so she can use less chakra when fighting

Would rather her team see her as useful and someone to depend on than someone they need to protect

Mitsuki

Autistic

Like far on the spectrum

overthinks

Gets sluggish in the cold

Albino

has the same marks around his eyes like his parent along with scales on his skin

Refers to Jiraiya and Tsunade as Aunt and Uncle

Also refers to Team taka (excluding sasuke) as aunt and uncles

He calls sasuke big brother in private and Mr.Sasuke around other people

Was responsible for the cut on Log’s face

Baggy top skinny jeans/leggings gay

Orochimaru

Gender-fluid and currently presents as feminine

Cant handle spicy food

Cant handle cold foods

Cant handle cold weather

The stretchy neck, long tongue, and ofher snake features are all clan related traits such as the Inuzuka and their sense of smell

Orochimaru’s mother could also stretch her arms just like Mitsuki can

Orochimaru is still in possession of the Zetsu body and much more prefers it as it last longer than the human bodies and is also moldable, making them able to keep a youthful appearance like they have in Boruto

Horrible self-regulation skills and will starve if they aren’t checked up on

Everyone they’ve ever met has a personal journal made about them stored away in their library

Same height as Hinata

Doesn’t curse or raise his voice ever so it’s really hard to tell when he’s upset

#headcannons #naruto headcanons #au idea #sakura haruno #hinata hyuga #boruto #sarada uchiha #mitsuki #orochimaru #boruto next generation #boruto uzumaki #sakuhina #sakuhina au #guess who my favorite character is

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jedipoodoo · 9 months

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Secret Kingdoms Part Five (Sergeant Hunter x Reader)

Notes: magic and enchantments, impromptu dance party, MC eats peanuts at one point so if you're allergic to peanuts irl you aren't for this chapter. Asajj Ventress makes quick cameo to cause drama likeyado. MC gets really self-deprecating at the end of this one so take care of yourself. Dividers by @saradika . This chapter goes out to @dragonrider9905 who is writing their own medieval Hunter au!! Go check it out!

Oh, and happt belated birthday to @photogirl894

Lula roared in greeting, and rammed her head against your side the way a cat would wrap itself around your leg in an attempt to trip you.

“Woah, easy there girl!” You laughed and held out your arms, letting Lula nuzzle into your chest with a head that was almost as big as your entire body.

“I missed you too, girl,” You told her softly.

Then Padme, of all people, lighted down off the dragon’s back, graceful without even trying, and ran towards you, shouting your name.

“Princess!” You caught her in your arms as she embraced you. She was dressed in a thick woolen gown, and her face was still flushed with hairs escaping her simple braid.

“They said you had a fever!” You scolded.

“I had to make sure you were alright!” She insisted, “Crosshair and the others said they would follow Hunter to Serenno and I begged them to bring you back,” She sobbed against your shoulder, but only for a moment.

“And don’t worry for my condition, the Duchess frets enough for both of us.” She wiped her face and held her head high so that the men wouldn’t see her moment of weakness.

She looked around, finally catching sight of your strange new friends.

“Are these men…” She nodded to the Serennians, suspicious.

“They pose no threat,” You promised Anakin and the others, “They were just as much a victim of Dooku as we were.”

Three of the Serennians bowed to Padme, and the other two did the best they could while supporting each other in their injuries.

“The people of Serenno are at your disposal, your highness,” Their leader said, “The actions of Dooku were not ours.”

Padme nodded with the grace of a queen, “Thank you for your help. Now we have to help Duke Kenobi deal with the rest of your army,” She looked over her shoulder, and you could hear the faint sounds of battle in the distance; the whinny of a horse, metal clanging against metal, and men’s shouts that begged the stars above for victory.

“You mean the golems!” Tech interjected.

The sounds of battle drew your attention, clanging swords, screams of dying men, and hollow cries of the iron-made golems.

You turned to the Serrenians that had become your allies, "Do you know how we can destroy the golems?"

Their leader shook his head, "They didn't trust us enough to show us how it worked."

You ground your teeth in frustration. Grievous was smarter than you thought.

Lula appeared blissfully unaware of the conundrum, pressing her scaled snout low to the leaf-covered ground and sniffing everything within reach. It was a bit hard to try and have a conversation to plan your next step when a large dragon was wandering between everyone and you had to avoid being stepped on.

"Lula!" You scolded as she had two of the Serrenians backed up against the tree, sniffing their armor with great interest. She snorted, sending a huff of smoke up in their faces. Well, if they reminded her of her captors, you couldn't really blame her.

"Come on, you big ugly beast," Crosshair's voice lacked it's typical venom as he tried to urge Lula away from the terrified soldiers.

"Come on, girl!" Wrecker patted her side gently, trying to get her to stay still for a moment.

While they dealt with her, Padme inquired of the goblet in your hands.

You looked down at your hands, clutching the chalice that Grievous had been guarding. "If this is their anchor, how do we destroy it?"

"That..." Tech paused a single finger raised just so, "I am not sure."

"It's a cup! Just smash it!" Wrecker slid down Lula's back and snatched the cup from your hand. Grasping it by the stem, he attempted to smash the bowl of the goblet against a rock. A clap of thunder echoed through the woods, and a ripple of air hit all of you, knocking you off your feet. Hunter threw himself over you, and Tech had attempted to shield Padme from the energy. When you all had gathered your wits, the cup lay on the ground at Wrecker's feet, still intact.

"Nice," Crosshair grunted, brushing leaves from his hair. He had been sitting pretty on Lula's back until the ripple of energy had knocked him off.

Lula crooned curiously, leaning down towards the goblet.

"Lula, no wait!" You had no idea what the dark magic could do to her, but Lula had no fear. She growled at the goblet, and took a deep breath.

"She's gonna blow!" Wrecker grabbed Padme and pulled her behind one of the trees to protect her.

Lula roared with the crackle of white-hot fire as Hunter shielded you with his cloak. Lula shot a powerful, concentrated flame at the goblet, and with an eerie, high-pitched scream, the chalice shattered as if it was just waiting for Wrecker's strike to kick in.

The shriek faded, and a low rumbling echoed through the forest like a minor ground quake.

"Did... Did that do it then?" Wrecker asked.

You looked up, stomping out a stray burn that had caught on the dry leaves of the forest bed. Lula glared at the smoking circle of ash where the chalice had been. She huffed and sat down, satisfied with her handiwork.

"Fascinating," Tech adjusted his spectacles and took a few steps towards the dragon, trying not to startle her, "I had read hearsay of dragon flames defeating dark magic, but I found it quite unprobable. It seems I was wrong."

"For once in your life," Hunter chuckled, and pulled you closer.

Everything happened in a blur after that. The battle was over, and with it went the adrenaline and energy you’d been running on since your escape. Captain Romar and the Serennians officially surrendered to Duke Kenobi with the condition that their people be spared. The only caveat was that Grievous had escaped.

Duke Kenobi enlisted Captain Romar and the Serennian King’s Guard to lead a contingent of men to Serenno, arresting Dooku’s allies and making sure Grievous didn’t return.

In the meantime, the rest of you returned home.

The princess re-entered the capital, flanked by twenty men, including Hunter and his brothers, led by Sir Skywalker. The people lined the roads, throwing flowers for the heroes of the war.

“God save the princess!” They cried, trying to get their blossoms to land in her lap. Young ladies waved their handkerchiefs to catch the attention of the knights. Wrecker waved shyly to the girl whose kerchief landed on his head.

Most of the soldiers stayed in the city to join in the celebrations. Winter was coming closer, and the weather could only be so nice for so long, but you followed the princess inside the castle walls, where the king and queen were waiting for her. Anakin anticipated Padme’s anxiety to see her parents, and was down from his horse in time to help Padme down from hers. She sprinted across the courtyard, meeting her mother halfway there. A few ladies tittered with whispers, but not many could find fault with the king and queen’s joy to see their daughter again.

“Allow me,” Hunter gently placed his hands on your waist and lifted you down from your horse. You gasped in surprise, but you were already on the ground.

Hunter leaned in close to your ear, “Is my lady afraid of a simple knight?” He teased.

“Hunter!” You clasped your hand over your mouth to keep yourself from making any unseemly noises, and ducked your head to hide your blush.

“Apologies, milady,” He whispered, tucking a bit of hair back behind your ear, and with it, a flower, one of the blossoms thrown by the crowd.

You looked up at him at last, and cupped the blossom delicately, stroking its silky petals, and dreamed of wearing a dress that felt so wonderful. You were almost tempted to kiss him, but then you remembered that you were in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by vulture’s eyes and mockingbird’s beaks.

“I need to be by the princess,” You realized softly. Hunter could sense your reluctance with his own as his eyes softened.

“Okay. I’ll see you at the ceremony?” His hand squeezed your shoulder.

“I think so,” You bit your lip. Out of habit, you reached for your collarbone, trying to feel the pendant Hunter had made you, only to remember in a rush of sadness that it had been lost when you escaped Ohnaka and the pirates.

Padme and her parents were already heading inside, and you needed to take her cloak. Hunter tried to grasp your hand as you hurried after them, only for your fingers to slip through his hand. You kept yourself from looking back. He was a knight, you were a maid. You both had your duties to perform.

The next day, after a royal feast had been held to celebrate Padme’s return, King Ruwee wanted to honor the heroes of the battle with Serenno.

“Why do all of you look gloomier than a cat in the mud?” You asked Hunter’s brothers as you prepared them for the ceremony. Each of them stood stiffly, in polished armor and vibrant ceremonial cloaks, shuffling on timid feet as they eyes darted about the empty hallway. You could hear the murmurs of the assembled courtiers just inside the throne room, and they were about to march out in front of all of them.

Tech chuckled, “It’s…not really our thing.”

“Accolades,” Crosshair tossed his cape over his shoulder, hitting Hunter in the face.

Hunter nudged Crosshair meaningfully, “King Ruwee is doing us a great honor today. Maybe today is finally the day we each get our own titles.”

He tugged at the neck of his cape, and you took the ties from his hands, carefully tying them securely so that the cape rested just so on the shoulders of his polished armor without choking his neck.

Before you could step away, Hunter caught your hand. He placed a kiss as soft as a butterfly’s wing on your knuckles.

“I’ll see you in there, milady,” He murmured as you collected your thoughts.

You couldn’t help the smile that fluttered on your lips, “Good luck, Sir Hunter.”

You left Hunter and his brothers to brace themselves for a different kind of battle, and snuck in through the servant’s halls to make it to your spot at Padme’s side.

Padme sat on her throne, just off to the right of her mother’s high seat. She wrung a handkerchief in her hands, and you could faintly make out a blue flower embroidered on the corner. Embroidery work that she’d done for Sir Anakin.

“Are you alright, your highness?” You asked, placing your hand just over hers to massage her white knuckles.

She flashed a nervous smile at you, “You’ve saved my life, I think we’re past the whole ‘your highness’ thing,” She laughed weakly.

“Padme,” You scolded, “I’m still responsible for your well-being.”

Padme squeezed your hand, “And I will always be grateful for that.”

Before you could press Padme for what was wrong, the trumpets sounded a fanfare. A hush fell through the throne room, and all turned towards the door as they opened with a majestic groan, making way for the heroes of Naboo.

It was the six of them who had been sent to rescue you and Padme: Hunter and his brothers, and Anakin, the man who had ridden through several blockades with just his horse and sword to rescue the princess and bring her to safety.

Hunter and his brothers were credited for the death of Count Dooku, and for that, King Ruwee made each of them a Duke.

Your heart beat erratically as Hunter knelt before the King, the last of his brothers to be dubbed a duke at the edge of the king’s blade. Hunter caught your nervous glance as he knelt, and subtly winked at you before giving the king his focus.

You knew he didn’t understand. A Knight and a servant wasn’t too much of a stretch, but a Duke and a servant were something else entirely. King Ruwee would never allow it, especially if Padme was hoping to marry her own beloved Knight one day.

The court was disappointed that Anakin was only made a duke, particularly when the herald had just finished reading a list of his noble accomplishments, but from the twinkle in Duke Kenobi’s eye, that wasn’t all that King Ruwee had in mind.

King Ruwee handed his sword to Queen Jobal and held out his hand to raise Anakin from the food, as he had done with the others before him. “Rise, Sir Skywalker, Lord of the Varykino lakes.”

The room thundered with applause for the Princess’s heroic rescuer. Anakin smiled for the crowd, but he stood awkwardly under all the attention. King Ruwee took pity on him after a moment and raised his hands for silence.

“As hero of Naboo, I will grant you one boon; whatever you will ask of me, I will grant it.”

The nobles gasped, whispering again at the king’s extreme generosity.

“Your majesty,” Anakin sank to his knees, “As a knight of Naboo, I want for nothing.”

The assembled crowd of nobles tittered approvingly at Anakin’s display of humility, and you rolled your eyes. You knew for a fact that was a lie.

“Except for one thing,” Anakin raised his head to face his king, but his eyes landed on Padme.

“I am afraid, however, that it is not something that you can give me, your majesty.”

King Ruwee looked to his daughter. Padme’s hand rested on her chest, trying to keep her breath steady, but the look she shared with Anakin never wavered.

Ruwee smiled like he knew this was coming.

“Whatever you shall ask, Sir Skywalker, I give you my blessing.”

Anakin slowly pulled himself to his feet with shaking limbs, and you backed away from your position just behind Padme’s throne. Padme stood as Anakin approached her, clutching his hands in her pale fingers.

“Your majesty, Princess,” He whispered. You might have been the only one to hear his heart-melting declaration of love to Padme, but it was just as well. They deserved to have this one thing for themselves in a life full of courtly machinations.

“Yes,” Padme whispered. She broke out into a smile, and Anakin’s forehead rested against hers as he heaved a sigh of relief.

They held hands, but now they turned to face the court.

“Your majesties King Ruwee and Queen Jobal, I ask for your blessing in taking Princess Padme Amidala Naberrie, the first of her name, as my wife.”

Ruwee looked to his wife just to be sure. Jobal dabbed away a tear at the tender display, but nodded all the same.

Cheers all the louder filled the throne room, echoing through the stone chamber. Wrecker perhaps cheered the loudest, but it meant more to you and Hunter than it did to anyone else. He caught your eye as Padme and Anakin linked arms for all the court to see.

”I love you,” He mouthed.

It was a familiar scene, the chandeliers flickering overhead as the minstrels played jaunty tune after jaunty tune. Not only was this ball a celebration of the defeat of Dooku, but now it was also a celebration of the beloved Princess’s engagement. You ran interference with the other nobles to let Anakin and Padme have their moment on the dance floor, the center of everyone’s attention. Even King Ruwee, with his blood pressure, escorted his wife to the dance floor for a turn or two.

You were wearing the shimmering blue gown again, not that anyone else would care. Padme was convinced that the dress had been what caught Hunter’s eye at your first ball, and promised that it would capture his attention. Or at least, it would if you could ever find him in this crowd.

You were trying to distract a few well-wishers with a delicacy of sugared dates and pistachios when you heard a sultry voice.

“The new title suits you, my Lord.”

That voice itself didn’t mean anything to you, until you heard the reply.

“Oh, well thank you.”

You froze. That was Hunter’s voice. In the constant hum of chatter from the around the ballroom, it was hard to make out the tone of his voice, but you spotted him easily enough. He stood with the Baroness Talzin and her daughter, Asajj.

“I have heard of your many exploits in battle, my lord. Should you be looking for a sparring partner, something…different, perhaps, to challenge your skills, I should be happy to lend a hand,” Asajj toasted Hunter with her ruby red goblet of wine. There was no mistaking her tone, she had a little more in mind than simply sparring.

You kept your breathing even. Despite Padme’s generosity, you were still a maid. You had a job to do. You took the tray of dates and turned to the nobles you were supposed to be entertaining, speaking more forcefully than usual to both catch their attention, and distract yourself.

Someone called your name over the crowd, and you tried to brush it off as you had Baron Papanoida speak with Duke Kenobi and Duchess Kryze in an effort to give Padme and Anakin a few more moments alone.

“Milady!” He had found you now, it was impossible to avoid it. So when he tapped your arm to catch your attention, you place the tray between the two of you.

“Figs and nuts, sir?”

Hunter blinked, and glanced down at the last treat on the tray. “Have you had any?”

It was your turn to be confused, “Well, no, I’m not supposed to-”

“Forget what you’re ‘supposed’ to do,” Hunter plucked the tray from your hand and took the last date, setting the tray aside and holding it out towards you.

Slightly embarrassed at his insistence, you refused to open your mouth until the sugary dusting brushed your lips. No use refusing it now. You opened your mouth and let Hunter place the date on your tongue. The slightly sour flavor exploded with the sugar, and you hummed in pleasure, just now realizing how hungry you had been.

“It’s good, right?” Hunter took a handful of peanuts from the serving dish and handed a few to you, “I first fell in love with figs when we were sent to Mandalore. Everyone eats them there.”

“It’s delicious,” You agreed, popping a few more in your mouth. You ate ravenously, Hunter could hardly get a word in edgewise until you were finished. Unable to wipe the peanut dust from your fingers onto your silken dress, Hunter offered you his handkerchief.

“Dance with me, milady?” He asked. He held out his hand, giving you the choice.

“I told you, don’t call me that,” You said, resisting the urge to pout like a spoiled child. You twisted his kerchief in your hands. The edge was embroidered with vines, just like the pendant he had made you.

Hunter simply smiled, “To recognize you as anything but a gracious lady would be just as impossible as stopping the sun from setting.

”Milady.”

Your face flushed, but it was impossible not to smile in reply. Of its own free will, your hand slipped into Hunters, and he spun you close, leading you to the edge of the dance floor.

“Last time, I hardly got the chance to dance with you,” He whispered so that only you would hear, “This time, I intend to have you as my only dance partner.”

Your breath caught on the lump in your throat, and you almost started to cry, but crying was forgotten as Hunter spun you under his arm, pulling a laugh from your chest that wrapped around the both of you and seemed to carry you far from the cares and worries of the ballroom.

It was almost enough to make you forget your staggeringly different places in society.

Almost.

Padme sat in the window the morning after, soaking up the sunlight of the early morning.

“Isn’t it so beautiful?” She asked you.

“Yes, it is, your highness,” You nodded, gently brushing her hair. The world had changed, but it still continued to spin on, and you still had work to do.

Padme turned, gently taking your hand, “How are things with you and Sir Hunter?” She asked.

Your smile wobbled, “Nevermind all that,” You said in a hurried whisper. You gently turned Padme’s head so that you could finish with her hair.

She had worn an elaborate purple velvet dress for the ceremonies yesterday, and a shimmering gown in a yellow and pink gradient that was much better suited for dancing at the ball, but today was full of meetings to discuss what was to become of the Serennian lands after their surrender. She needed something dignified and elaborate to convey the sense of importance that these meetings held. The dark red- almost brown- dress she was wearing was perhaps a little drab, but not when partnered with the cream sash and golden headpiece.

Padme kept trying to get you to tell her everything that had happened while she was recovering at the Mandalorian Fortress, but you stubbornly refused.

“You look stunning, princess!” You told her, earnestly trying to avoid the worries in your heart.

Padme smiled at you, but you knew that she wasn’t buying your excuses. Fortunately for you, there was a knock at the door to her chambers and you had to answer it.

The falconer’s apprentice handed you a scroll, sealed in black ink with Serenno’s traditional coat of arms. You gave the boy a coin for his troubles, and gave it to Padme to read as she hurried to the meeting.

King Ruwee and Queen Jobal were already there, as were most of the council members. You quickly retrieved a pitcher of wine, pouring one for Padme and for several of the other council members who didn’t have their servants with them.

“As I am certain you all know, the purpose of this meeting is to decide the future of the kingdom of Serenno. Under Yan Dooku, who was slain by one of our own, all members of the royal family and those who would have a chance at a claim to the throne were wiped out. Those who were spared were absolutely loyal to Dooku,” Jobal began.

“As Serenno has surrendered to us, under the treaty of the Nine Kingdoms, we are free to absorb Serenno into our kingdom, or allow it to govern itself.”

Lord Taa harumphed, “If all who remain are loyal to Dooku, who is to say they won’t attack us again if we let them be? We’d be setting ourselves up for certain doom!”

King Ruwee held out his hand to calm his portly courtier.

“My dear, I believe you had more information on this front?” He asked Padme.

Padme sat up straight, holding the parchment she had received. "We have word from Romar, the captain of the King's Guard, that Dooku's allies have fled Serreno. His people offer their unconditional surrender."

"Unconditional Surrender seems very extreme for a people who had nothing to do with their tyrant's machinations." Kenobi pondered, stroking his beard as he thought.

"They're terrified," You spoke up. Suddenly, all eyes were on you. You gulped nervously, white-knuckling the pitcher. Padme hadn't been in Serenno. She hadn't seen what had become of a once prosperous mining kingdom. But you had.

"Dooku killed their king, and anyone who could claim to be heir to the throne. He used dark magic that he found with the help of merchants from Nemoidia and the guilds in Geonosis, and he used that dark magic to threaten Serenno's people to submission. If they didn't give in to Dooku's reign, he would have wiped them out as well as us."

King Ruwee sat back in his chair, regarding you curiously. "What would you say they want, then?"

"Food," was your immediate answer, "They're starving. All of their resources went to Dooku and his allies. They have no loyalty to him. But they will be loyal to those who will take care of them and establish peace."

The council members murmured thoughtfully as they considered your words.

“Perhaps it would be best to absorb Serenno into our kingdom,” Ruwee said, “It would eradicate tariffs on food supplies-”

“And their mines would certainly be advantageous!” Taa said. He toasted the King, letting a few drops spill over the brim of his goblet.

“The new Dukes, aside from Lord Anakin, have yet to be assigned their own vassals. We could divide Serenno between them,” Jobal pointed to the map on the table.

Your spirits lifted. At least something was going right; Hunter and his brothers would be certain to take care of the people of Serenno, and if their interactions with the Serennian King’s Guard were anything to go off of, they would fit right in at home. And it would be far away enough to keep them away from the vultures of Court.

You were so pleased with this turn of events that you hardly noticed when the subject of conversation turned, if only for a moment.

“Speaking of the dukes, my sister is set to inherit a large portion of land upon her wedding day,” Duchess Kryze said slowly, “You have that accounted for, I assume, your majesty?”

You cocked your head to the side, trying not to sound too interested as you refilled Lord Taa’s goblet of wine.

“Of course, Satine, I promise I wouldn’t forget,” Ruwee chuckled.

“Good,” Duchess Kryze took an elegant sip from her goblet, “I had the notion just the other day, she would make a handsome partner for Sir Hunter, I think.”

You heard the pitcher crash against the stone floor, and as the noise rang in your ear you felt something soaking into your boot.

“Forgive me, my lords,” You said on autopilot. Two footmen ran forward to help you clean up your mess, and you tried to mop it as best you could with your apron.

“No worries, my dear,” King Ruwee waved it off, and nodded to the duchess to continue.

“It’s a sizeable land, and with their skills I feel that Sir Hunter and my sister, Lady Kryze, would be a good match. Certainly a strong ally to your majesty should another enemy such as Dooku raise their ugly head. I would have to speak to my sister, of course, but this marriage would prove advantageous to the young duke. I understand he wants what is best for his brothers, and this would help Sir Hunter arrange further advantageous marriages for them.”

“Are you alright?” Padme whispered as you shuffled your way over to her side, trembling and soaked with wine.

“I’m fine,” You assured her. You picked up the metal pitcher, ascertaining its condition, and fled the room with as much dignity as you could muster.

You tossed the pitcher at the scullery maid. If you had any of your scruples about you, you would have moved on and grabbed a fresh pitcher so that you could return to the council room. Instead, you climbed down into the cellar and shut the door behind you, trying not to scream as tears burned into your cheeks.

You knew that you were well below Hunter’s station, but hearing the mere suggestion of Hunter being married to someone else was tearing your heart apart with every beat.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Hunter always put his brothers first, Duchess Satine was right about that. How could he refuse an offer like this?

You buried your face in your hands and fell to your knees.

You had to face it now.

Hunter would never be yours.

Lady Luck (Prequel)

#lizart writes #sergeant hunter #sergeant hunter x reader #tbb hunter #tbb hunter x reader #the bad batch hunter #the bad batch hunter x reader #fantasy au #the bad batch fantasy au

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Can I request for Salvatore, and Saguaro (Separate) as your boyfriend headcanons pretty please?

Yes, absolutely yes!!!! They are two of my top 5 favorite teachers in Scarlet and Violet. I wanted to use other emojis besides the heart emojis for them. The microphone emoji for Salvatore because he’s the language teacher. The sandwich emoji for Saguaro because he’s the Home Economics teacher. Also, does anyone else keep forgetting that Salvatore is canonically married? Because I do.

The Different Languages of Food

💝🎤Salvatore As Your Boyfriend🎤💝

~ Salvatore is the sweetest man you can have as a boyfriend

~ He can make you blush with his words

~ But you can make him blush with your actions

~ For example you will drop off a special gift you got him after he finishes his class

~ It’s usually something that you thought he would like to use in his classroom

~ “Mi Amor, what are you doing here?” You blush at the nickname “I just wanted to drop off a gift I got you. It’s an Eevee wearing a similar outfit to yours.” He blushes and the students that are coming in for their class ‘aww’ at the sight

~ Sal will kiss your hands, cheeks, and forehead in public and will kiss your lips in private

~ You will kiss his hands and cheeks in public and kiss his lips in private

~ He loves to hold your hands in public because he just likes feeling close to you

~ He will call you Mi Amor and My Light

~ You will call him Light Of My Life and Love

~ He is jealous of Saguaro and Jacq because he thinks that they are more attractive than him

~ You do reassure him that he is the only one for you and that you love him so much

~ He writes you songs and poems every anniversary

~ If he didn’t do either he’ll sing you a love song

~ Usually the song is a combination of multiple languages

💗🥪Saguaro🥪💗

~ Saguaro may look strong and scary, but he is a total sweetheart around you

~ He somehow managed to convince you and Clavell to let you work part time with him

~ He loves using you and your Pokémon as examples of people and Pokémon having different tastes and feelings about certain food

~ He will learn what food you like, love, don’t like, allergic to, and safe for you for when you’re upset

~ If you are a part of a religion that doesn’t eat certain foods he will respect that and avoid using those foods as ingredients when you are working with him

~ Adding on to that he will make sure that at every party to make sure that the food that’s being served is alright for you to eat

~ Whenever you two are hosting a party he will make little cards with the ingredients that are in each dish so that everyone knows

~ At those parties he does use ingredients that others can have and uses other ingredients that you can have, so that everyone is satisfied

~ He does clean and sanitize everything that he used to cook two times and always cooks your food first just in case

~ He does teach you how to make every type of Pokémon treat

~ He even makes treats for your Pokémon team when you’re not working with him

~ You teach him some of your family’s recipes and always say that you’re parents and grandparents definitely make the dishes far better than you

~ Whenever you and Saguaro visit your family he is always talking with your parents, aunts, uncles, and grandparents about recipes and food

~ You do suggest that you two or just him make a cookbook to sell

~ You two do spend a lot of time thinking of good titles for the cookbook

~ You two settle on some pun based off his name

~ He loves kissing your cheeks and a quick peck on your lips in public

~ You love kissing his arms, cheeks, and a quick peck on his lips in public

~ He calls you Sweetheart and Sweet Pea

~ You call him Sweetie Pie and Honey

~ You two usually fall asleep with one of your heads on the others chest but when you two wake up you two are spooning

~ You end up dying some of your hair pink to match his work clothes which he and the students love

#pokemon fluff #Pokémon saguaro #Pokémon fluff #Pokemon Saguaro #Pokémon Salvatore #pokemon salvatore #professor salvatore #salvatore x reader #saguaro x reader

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spacesurfing · 2 years

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Definition of Cal Kestis

Cal Kestis x Reader

Chapter One of Definition

Summary: Definition of Cal Kestis: a kind soul with ginger hair and weird freckles; a strange man; allergic to boglings? (not confirmed!).

Warnings: not really any fluff, just the first chapter of a series, mentions of shitty living environments

GIF NOT MINE!!

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"TeeZee? TeeZee?!" you called out. You were starting to panic, a feeling you hadn't felt many times. Was it normal for your heart to feel like it was beating out of your chest? "TZ-09! Where are you?!"

The ship hurled, sending you off of your feet and onto your ass. An alarm sounded in your ears, a constant reminder that the ship was using up all it's emergency power to get you away. The old hunk of metal had met it's demise. If your droid wasn't responding, you were sure that the power in the back of the ship had also been cut. You jumped to your feet, breathing like a bantha as you ran to an escape pod. The droids that raised you never taught you how to deal with whatever this was, this feeling.

As you pressed the pod release, you watched its emergency power light the console up with white and blue, highlighting your unquestioned destination. What was this planet? It didn't even have a name listed in the system, a blank space that made your head reel. The Hysteria's database couldn't be incomplete. You had been on that ship since you were little, eating up the emergency rations that last you years and years. Lucky you, they never went bad, but you hadn't had a real meal in years. Once you had to sneak off, on a distant planet. You knew that stealing wasn't something moral, but what was dying when you have the chance to fight for your survival? Restoration of your rations supply was your only option.

Your mother promised return, that you'd come home safe one day. You only remembered the color of her hair, flowing thick locks that resembled the color of your own. Being raised by droids wasn't entirely a harsh alternative though. When H6-2H shut down you had wondered if the other droid outliving you would have any affect. TZ-09 reminded you that it would not. What was it like to be raised by people? Something with a heart?

Those thoughts were background noise in this flurry of confusion. You never felt disappointment from your lack of knowledge of loving something. It is hard to love a droid, protocol droids had personality chips usually, but when they didn't, they were only an encyclopedia of knowledge. And your curiosity stemmed from only being able to speak to them.

Bleeding through the atmosphere from the open wound of space, your destination came into view. The planet below was a mass of green, and almost nothing but endless, floating plains. And underneath those plains was an abyss, it was clear, as if you could fall into the sky. You'd surely never heard of something so.. surreal?

"TeeZee - definition of s-" you looked behind you so be greeted with the seal of the escape pod. TeeZee was still in the Hysteria, with the power off and the silence of a million stars. Yet you still heard the ringing in your head.

"Definition of surreal: Having the qualities of surrealism; bizarre."

You turned back to the viewport, soon preparing for a rocky landing. You had strapped yourself in a chair on command, staring at the ground closing in on your face. You couldn't help but shudder and close your eyes at the keening noise of the pod hitting stone. You hadn't realized your hands were shooting to the straps across your shoulders, knees knocking together as it slid to a stop. You opened up your eyes to see the planet in its beauty; especially the towering building that lay in the distance.

Eyes glancing down at the mini-holomap that projected a blue vision of the planet, you read the word breathable. Unbuckling the straps that kept you from being flung through the viewport, you stood up. Looking down, you genuinely saw what you were wearing. The baggy pants that consisted of sewn together clothes, different patterns and colors sewn together into clothes that fit you. Jean material patched next to a strip of your older leather skirt, black cotton following next. Your shirt was the same, patchy and different colors and materials. TeeZee said it was better than wearing clothes too small.

You probably smelled odd, though the droids never minded since they, well they didn't know what smelled good or bad. Your shoes were barely shoes, just wraps around your foot to provide more comfort. That's what shoes were for, you'd been told. But there was no point in risking your life to steal again in the name of comfort.

Stepping out, you inhaled air. Actual air. It filled your lungs with an aroma of plant life, actual living organisms. They might not speak or genuinely feel, but they were real. You got down on your knees, toes digging into the soil as you stroked a blade of green grass. The ground was hard, but filled you with a feeling you couldn't describe. Was this what life on-world was like? Peaceful?

"Definition of Peaceful: free from disturbance; tranquil."

You lifted your head, it felt heavy against the gravity, but it would take a while to get used to. Your eyes peered at a ship, a luxury yacht. That wasn't a fighter, nothing fast or nimble about ships such as that one. Humans. Two humans. A male and a female. From a distance you couldn't see them well, talking for a split moment.

And the male hopped over one of the plains, one that led its way towards you. The soles of your feet returned to balance as you slinked up, watching the male near closer. He stopped though, little ways ahead of you, lifting his arms and waving them in case you hadn't already picked up on him. Was this a cultural greeting? H6 taught you about different cultures from different planets and moons, but she had never told you that certain cultures waved their arms around like they were swatting flies.

"Hey! Do you need help?!" the man yelled. Help? You didn't exactly need help. You needed food, but there surely had to be food on this planet for there to be inhabitants. Were there inhabitants?

You called back, "It is possible."

The man's arms fell to his side, only staring at you. He didn't look like he had much else to say to your response, so you simply leaped over to the next grassy stone platform. You landed with a breath of air releasing from your nose. That did pain your feet without much padding. Maybe sentients were smarter than they seemed.

You leapt again, landing on the same platform of the man. He was truly nothing like you had ever studied with your droids. He was scarred, and he was pale, and he had dots covering his face. Did you have those dots?

"Definition of Freckles: a small patch of light brown color on the skin, often becoming more pronounced through exposure to the sun."

The red hair on his head was tamed, yet messy at the same time. It was more orange than red. Ginger, he was a ginger. That's what the word was. He was also taller than you, looking down with green eyes. You wondered what you looked like to him, if you still looked the same as the last time you glanced at a mirror. You were too small then to look similar, but you never felt any changes.

"I'm Cal Kestis. Do you have a name?" he asked, voice all around you. Or at least it felt like it wrapped around you like it was a blanket. Not like the emergency blankets made of foil you used, but the ones you remembered from being a small child.

You nodded. Only nodded.

He lowered his eyebrows. They were also the same ginger color as his hair. Thick and cleaned up. He had a scar through one, from your perspective, his left. "What is it?"

"My name is Y/n. I do not know if I have a last name," you spoke, hands folding in front of you. Your eyes caught the woman behind him, hands rested on her hips as she watched you interact with the man. Her expression was out of your view, but her posture was impatient. It wasn't exactly easy to read her body language, that was never in your field of study.

Your attention returned to the male, bottom teeth showing as he breathed out of his mouth. "Do you wanna go to my ship? I can get you cleaned up and give you real clothes?"

Were sentients always this...

"Definition of Nice: (of a person) pleasant in manner; good-natured; kind."

"How can I be sure you won't kill me in cold blood?" you asked, lips straight and eyes in line with his. He didn't look like he could hurt a fly, though the scars littering his face told your consciousness otherwise.

He held a blaster out, the weapon resting in his calloused palm. He was offering you his blaster. You took it from his hand and checked the side. The safety was on. You held it loosely, arm at your side and the barrel pointed down at the ground. Your gaze met his once more.

"What choice do you have? Bogano isn't on any holomaps but the Mantis'. I promise you safety," he said. His voice was softer in the moment than it had been before. He was telling the truth.

You let your eyes wander the planet. What other option did you truly have? These plains went forever and ever, starting a family here would be of risk, there was barely any vegetation other than the grass between your toes, and there looked to be no wild-life. Where would you find anything to cook said wild-life anyways? This planet was truly hopeless for you.

"I have no other option. I accept your offer, Cal Kestis," you replied. His lips turned to a smile, beckoning you to follow him with a hand-gesture. And you did, you jumped and followed, climbed and rolled and copied whatever he did, maybe not as well but enough to get to where you needed to be.

As you neared the ship, Cal stopped checking if you were following as much. He started to approach the woman that stood near the gangplank of the ship that he had called the Mantis. She had short cut curly hair, wide eyes that looked at Cal more than you. Was she as trusting as the ginger? She wore clothes that reminded you of your mother, ones that were suited for comfort over fashion, though if you knew anything about fashion it was that you definitely wouldn't mind wearing that over the mess on you.

You definitely caught the attention of both of them as you walked from behind Cal into the view of the woman. She stared at you with the same sweet eyes that Cal had given you, nothing in them looking unnerving to you. Of course she would be as sweet as Cal Kestis was.

"It's never a regular occurrence that someone finds Bogano. Nobody's ever coincidentally crashed here either," she spoke with a breathy laugh. Finally taking in what you were wearing, she looked at you with softened eyes, "Would you like a shower and some new clothes?"

You nodded, "That would be preferable. Do you have a name?"

The woman offered out a hand to you, and something pulled you to take it. A handshake is what TeeZee called it, it was to connect people by knowing each other. Mostly in a formal fashion but could be an informal thing.

"I'm Cere, I'm sure you've met Cal, and you're about to meet Greez. Greez might be a bit irritated right now, but he'll get used to you," she shook your hand before pulling it to drag you into the ship, taking you to a small refresher. You followed; like Cal said, what option did you have?

You hadn't met Greez yet, at least he didn't interfere when Cere guided you to the shower in their small 'fresher, showing you to the body wash and shampoo, giving you a towel and wash rag as she left you to undress and clean yourself off. You had given her the blaster that Cal had given you, as a return of that trust.

(--)

Actually stepping under the water felt like heaven, or what you could only imagine to be the most blissful feeling ever. You'd felt grimy a lot in the time on the Hysteria, and this was something luxurious to you. Feeling everything wash off of you, being clean was a feeling you wanted to stay forever. The pouring of lukewarm water against metal was a noise that put you in a sense of security, surrounding you in this environment that you never realized you wished to be in.

After guiding shampoo through your hair and soap across your body, you stepped out and dried yourself off with a towel. You dried your hair till it was just damp and peeked out of the refresher, finding a clean pair of clothes before you. You quickly slipped back inside and changed, slipping into a sports bra and underwear. It felt.. good.

As you put on pants, you realized they probably weren't hers; these were Cal's. You were still grateful, having clean clothes, slipping on a tight turtleneck that must've been Cere's before picking up a pink colored poncho. It had frayed edges and looked like it had been through a small battle, but you still slipped it over your head, letting it take place hanging off your shoulders.

Fog blinded the mirror when you had first stepped out of the shower, but now with the ventilation running, it cleared and you saw yourself. Reaching up, you pressed your hand over your nose and lips, over your closed eyelids, eyebrows, running nimble fingers through locks of hair untangling strands. You didn't look like women you had seen before. Pressing your hands against your cheeks, you smooshed them together, scrunching your lips too. You looked unique, staring at the girl in the mirror. But that was you. You were staring at yourself.

You looked away, feeling overwhelmed, slipping on socks which were the last article of clothing. They were warm, definitely an upgrade from your feet wraps. There was so much comfort in being here already that you had no choice but to trust them - they have shown you care in which you never felt.

Stepping out of the refresher, you looked to your left from where you were dragged, seeing a latero dressed in a flight suit talking to the pair and - a droid? That was a BD unit, an explorer class droid. It whirred at your presence. It was smaller than any droid you'd ever seen.

You walked out into the open, catching the attention of everyone simultaneously. Cal only looked at you with an expression you didn't know, his lips parted and his eyes scanning your clothes, widened. Cere had a smile on her face and the latero... his eyebrows were slanted as he glanced over you.

Cere was the first to speak, "Pink is definitely your color." As Cal stared at you he only offered a quiet "yeah" to Cere's statement.

"Is this the girl that crash-landed that you felt so obligated to pick up?" the latero moved all his hands while he spoke, looking at Cere.

Cere rolled her eyes at the last part of his sentence, "This is Y/n, and get used to being helpful you grump," turning to you, Cere motioned her hand to the pilot, "This is Greez, he's just a bit introverted when it comes to strangers."

He mumbled a, "Yeah yeah, whatever." Stumbling off to the cockpit of the ship, you took it upon yourself to walk down the small stairs and looked between the two humans that you found to be the only companions you'd only had, even if for a few days.

Cal had fixed his face and only looked down at you now blankly. His arms were at his side and he stood relaxed mostly, except for his fingers which thrummed against the side of his thigh.

"Where will you take me?" you asked Cere. You hear the BD unit moving around, soon hopping up Cal's leg and onto his shoulder. You listened to a bogling squeal outside before, what you assumed was them hopping back into one of their tunnels. All whilst your throat tightened at the pause before her response.

Cere stepped forward and laid her hands on your arms, rubbing them up and down slowly, "If you want to stay, we thought about it and," she looked over to Cal for a moment. His face was tinted pink - why was it pink? Was he having an allergic reaction to the boglings outside of the ship? Cere turned back to you, "If you wanna stay with us, you can join our crew."

You don't know what came over you, but when you were looking into Cere's eyes, hearing her offer you a comfortable home even if you'd most likely have to help provide in some way she hadn't discussed, you felt a sensation tug at your lips for the first ever time. You were shocked, at the way your lips wanted to curl. You'd never felt like this, you'd never felt like you wanted to smile. You nodded, offering up the slight curve you let show. To be honest; you were scared to smile.

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Masterlist

#star wars x reader #cal kestis x reader #cal kestis #jedi fallen order #jfo #cal kestis fluff #cal kestis x reader fluff #cal x reader #cal fluff #cal x reader fluff

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seth-shitposts · 3 months

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Near the beginning of Tua and Him working together, it's just the two of them traveling between systems and doing small one-offs here and there. Small work.

They're hungry & without credits, and He suggests that they could just steal from the market place, but Tua refuses. At this point He is getting A Bit Bitchy because He's hungry.

🐟🐟🐟

"Fine, then what do you suggest, Maketh?"

"There's a large river on the outskirts of town."

"Oh, so suddenly you fish?"

"Don't try to sound so impressed." *glares slightly at him*

"If I weren't starving I would think the prospect of you trying to catch a fish with your bare hands and failing would be most amusing."

Tua rolls her eyes before leaving to barter a local fishermen into allowing her to borrow a cast net, with the promise of bringing him back fish.

Him: "so not only do you 'know' how to fish, but you also have the strength to use *that*, *and* You're already promising what you haven't even caught?"

Tua, getting very done with this: "you know what, you're right. How about you use the cast net first. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm too dainty to do anything other than forage and even then I wouldn't know what I would even be looking for."

He squints at her before accepting the cast net, as she was Very Serious about Him trying first.

The first toss is a very shitty throw; the net twists in on itself before it even hits the water.

Tua resets the net and genuinely encourages Him to try again, her irritation dying down. When she gives Him a few tips on throwing it, He actually listens, which helps the annoyance fade away from both of them.

He struggles bringing the net in, the water causing a lot of resistance. But when the net is drawn out, He searches for what had gotten caught in it. Tua points out three or four fish that are barely the size of commlinks.

He just glares at them.

"Well, it's not terrible for a first throw."

"Don't do that."

"Maybe you could snack on them while I catch you a meal?"

"These are minnows."

"That they are."

"I'm allergic."

"... well," Tua searches for anything to say to try and make Him feel better because she has never seen someone go from arrogant bastard to 'put me out of my misery' within a matter of less than five minutes. "They're good bait fish."

"I'm done here."

He walks away from the net to watch Tua from the shade, being in the sun for too long beginning to irritate His skin.

Tua releases the minnows back into the water and preps the net again. She goes a bit more upstream.

When she walks the net back to Him, He's just gaping at her. At least a dozen carps from a single throw.

"How did... where did *you* of all people learn..."

Tua gets to work on gutting the largest carp, skinning it, cleaning it. "I come from a big family. Extended family. One uncle that I spent fishing seasons with back on lothal when I took breaks from my studies and work taught me. Though, honestly, I got most of my experience with cast net last year when I was fishing to feed the community that took me in."

After cutting up the fillet, she plates half for Him and hands it to Him.

He looks from her to the food and back, taking the plate but not eating it yet. "You're... fine with me eating raw meat around you?"

It's in reference to how back in the empire, Tua would always cringe when she saw Him eating, as pau'an eat their meat raw.

"Yes, I've learned better. I'm sorry that I made you uncomfortable before."

"Well, there goes that amusement too." He rolls His eyes and places one of the bite-size cuts on His tongue.

"What do you mean?" Tua takes out a hot plate to start cooking her half of the fish.

"Those times you would just happen to walk by on me eating wasn't on accident. Not after the first time."

She looks up at Him, trying to find the annoyance in her bones at the wicked grin He bares, but can't. "Are you telling me that-"

"I was never even hungry. I just loved how uncomfortable it always made you." He smirks as He plays with another small cut, making an overdramatized show of it just as He used to.

She scoffs, turning her fillet over as she shakes her head. "I can't even be upset over it. It was my own ignorance that made me uncomfortable."

#star wars rebels #swr #the grand inquisitor #minister tua #maketh tua #SoFS&V AU #SoFS&V #Sense of Faith Self & Valor AU #Sense of Faith Self & Valor

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Your rock lee thought are utterly captivating… do you have any more HCs or ideas relating to him in your drafts or notes or genius mind? That yin and Yang concept is never gonna leave me now

Uhhh

Ngl I don't usually think about Rock Lee hcs even though he is a Good Boy and I love him. Off the top of my head:

-If Lee is not Gai's genetic son (because *look at them*) I can also see him being Gai's nephew through a half sibling Gai never realized he had until after he met the orphaned Lee and started investigating who the Rock family used to be. Possibly either from a lover that Dai had who never contacted him about the baby or even a divorced wife who took the kid and moved away and then when the kid grew up they somehow migrated back to Konoha pre dying and leaving Lee an orphan.

-Lee is, I think, a lot smarter than some people give him credit for (even me), he just prefers the bluntest solution to things and thus prefers and tends to *think* of the bluntest solution. This means if you can get him on board for something actually subversive, he's actually the perfect accomplice. Nobody will expect him to so something sneaky, so if you pull a prank and then use him as your alibi, people will believe you wholesale and assume you're innocent. Because surely if Lee was involved in a prank, everyone would have seen it coming from a mile away right?

-In the vein of the yang chakra thing, I do wonder if Lee and Gai have enhanced senses of some kind. Probably not hearing considering how much time they spend at Max Volume, but a sense of smell being enhanced I could see.

-His yang chakra overload is also the reason Lee is canonically not allowed anything alcoholic ever. You would think it would help his body process it much faster and make it less effective (which it might do for Gai), but because individuals are individuals and Lee either has more yang chakra or is just ... a different person from Gai and thus his chakra works a bit differently, I would hazard a guess that alcohol isn't what's getting him drunk, it's actually his own chakra that is going kicking into hyperdrive when his body starts to process the alcohol that sends him loopy. Everything is getting supercharged and it makes him loopy and destructive in the manner we see in canon. This could even be his body's instinctive attempt to purge the alcohol gone wrong, or it could also be that Lee is actually ragingly, lethally allergic to alcohol and going into Drunken Fist Mode is just his body and Yang chakra aggressively preventing him from dropping dead by using a scorched earth "heal everything to the point of being hyper and addled" policy.

-Now that I write that out, his instant drunkenness being a side effect of his body purging something he's lethally allergic to actually makes the most sense imo.

-Again in the vein of Yang chakra and how having an overabundance is both a curse and a blessing to poor Lee, this boy has probably only been sick maybe three times in his entire life. I do not remember if there was ever a gag episode in the show where Lee was sick (his comedy spinoff show does not count), but I can see him and Gai both being basically immune system juggernauts without realizing. Which means that Lee is also the go to mom friend for Team Gai when Tenten or Neji do fall sick. Or any of their friends really. Just don't let him near the cold medicine in case those have a bit of alcohol in them.

-Lee is the most supportive shipper friend. For anyone in his friend group. Over anything. You need someone to pep talk you into confessing? Ask Lee. You need help picking a date location? You better have a precise idea in mind of what you want the date to be otherwise you *will* end up in a gym or an eating competition or something insane like that but if you do have an idea but just not a location, Lee will happily go running around making an exhaustive list of possible spots. Need help finding the perfect gift? Again, as long as you tell him what you *specifically* want to find instead of leaving the gift's nature up to him, he'll happily move mountains for you.

-If you don't specify what the gift is supposed to be you're getting color coordinated dumbbells. Every time. *points at the canon wedding arc*. He got them in *orange and purple* for Naruto and Hinata's wedding guys.

-I can't decide if Lee is a good cook or a horrible cook. He's probably that friend who knows maybe two dishes he can cook to the point of making Gordon Ramsey smile and then can turn around and burn salad during a rainy day if he's working with literally any other recipe.

-Unlike Gai who canonically is horrible with names and faces (there is a supremely hilarious scene in Boruto where Gai admits he forgot the name of the shinobi he *fought and lost his leg to*, just that he was a real badass opponent), Lee is the kid who knows everyone not only by name and face but can also pick up a conversation left off two weeks ago without missing a beat. Hi So and So! How's your nephew doing? Did he get that bakery apprenticeship? Wonderful!! etc etc.

-Circling back around to all the many things Lee's canon high energy levels and my Yang chakra HC imply, Lee probably had a nightmare of a time in the classroom or just- for anything involving being still. He can read and retain info but if he's doing doing it while aggressively doing handstands or something it's not gonna stick. He definitely prefers letting Tenten or Neji read the mission briefing and then verbally tell him what they need to do.

#SE asks #pepsiiwho asks #Secret Engima Rambles #Naruto #naruto worldbuilding #rock lee #rock lee hcs #Calling for Rain verse #for organizational purposes

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