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dark-night-hero · 4 months

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Imagine being the twin traveller older siblings featuring honkai characters.

Imagine being in one of the planets that the trio, Dan Heng, March 7th and the trailblazer just happened to dropped by upon having some errands to un when they happened to come across you, You who was going planet to planet hopin to find your younger siblings, a twin that have been gone missing for some time now.

Imagine upon interaction, they find you quite intimidating. Your first meeting was after all, not very pleasant but thanks to you managing to put them out of troubles they would have been facing just like their other ventures. This might be the first time they manage to get out of trouble so quickly because of you. That might also be the reason why they somehow come to pursue you into tagging along with them, hoping to help you find the world your younger siblings where.

"You know, I'm starting to keep like I only came here to be the babysitter of this group. I should have taken upon Welt's offer to stay with him back in the express." "Hey! We're not kids!" "Yes, yes. Just a bunch of troublemaking idiots." You laugh as if the four of you aren't basically surrounded and accused of some shit. Then a figure on the corner of your eyes caught your attention but before you could even say a thing, a ball was thrown and a cloud of smoke soon appeared. Oh here goes another fucking trouble.

Imagine being put in a troublesome situation was nothing knew to you. With your younger siblings constantly causing troubles here and there whenever they were to venture another world, you were used to cleaning up their mess, just like who you decided to watch out for these dumbass trio. Looking at near distance as the trio converse happily with each other, talkig about the missions and experiences they have experienced in the other planet you've been through. You cannot help but to stare longingly.

"I hope they aren't too much to handle." It was Welt. "Oh them? Not really." You chuckle, looking to your side to find the man in there. "My siblings were far more troublesome than they are." "Sounds like they messed up alot." "They do... In fact there was this one time were they..."

"Oh fuck." You quickly look down and took a quick step behind Dan Heng. "???" "What's wrong?" The trio looked back worried at you when you urge them to look forward. "I just remember I've been here before." "Is there something that matter about that?" "Yes!" You shouted but quick cover your mouth. You shouldn't have accompanied them in this place. "You see that man in there? That's one of my ex." "Ex???" "Your ex is the Dozing General?!" "Yes! Now hush before he remember me!"

"The kids are rather worried." "Were they? Sweet." You reply with a chuckle. "Are you okay?" "I... I am okay." You sigh before looking away from the endless stars outside the express. "Are you sure?" Welt asked, eyes meeting yours that seems to bring comfort into you. "I... I'm just worried about my siblings. I had this feeling... I kept feeling off nowadays... I'm worried that something bad happened to them..." You said with a rather defeated sigh before once again looking back to the stars. "It makes me wonder if things would have been different if I came with them when they asked me too. They're not kids anymore, but still, having me with them might bring some difference, you know? If only I wasn't stubborn maybe I would know where they have gone to. If only..." "Hey, I'm sure they're alright. Okay? They're safe. We'll find them soom enough, okay?"

Imagine it was finally the time to say goodbye. With the trio and Welt sending you off, you smile at them before chuckling. "It was nice meeting you all." "Do you really have to go?" "Really March? Of course they have to go." "But do they really need to go?" Trailblazer pout causing you to laugh. "Yes kiddo, unfortunately I need to go, alone this time." Turning away from the trio. "I'll get going now. Please do send her my regards and apologies for parting without her on sight." "Alright. May you have a great journey ahead of you."

Imagine feeling your siblings closed by, although there was no visible planet on sight. You knew where they are. You've been there before after all, so who would have ever thought that that is where they have gone by. Why Teyvat of all world to choose from? That world is quite, complicated. Bounded by some unwanted rules and principles. And by the looks of it, given their scattered energy, your gut feeling was right to feel like something was off from the moment you lost contact with them.

Imagine with a little bit of regret but endless of good memories you have. You smile at them and bid your goodbye for the last time saying, "If chances permits I'd be happy to come aboard again." And then you disappeared. Only to appear as another falling star on the land of teyvat.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

: Now I want to make a whole ass ff story about this. A genuine cross over but I barely played honkai and barely know about it's lore sjhfjsjshksjdhdjsk so yeah, did I fucked up or nah?

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cinnamon-mey · 1 year

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Bunny

A/N: A short drabble John Price x F!Reader because of reasons. I tag my current fav people in the CoD fandom @yeyinde and @taurus-ted because I love your writings and you inspire me, guys.

Warnings: Fluff, Drama, Mention of death, Romance, Melancholy, Friends to lovers, Explicit language (a bit).

My native language is not English so I apologize if you find some mistakes, I’m still improving.

You knew John Price for ages.

He's been a great friend of your older brother and he often visited your family when you all were younger. He's like family to you, another brother who cares if you're okay and if he has to kick some boyfriend's ass.

And you never stopped to love John Price, even when your brother died under the bullets to save him.

His guilt, though, was too much to handle and, with time, he slowly stepped outside your life.

It's two years now you haven't seen him, not a call, not even a text but he knows you're still the bartender of his favorite pub.

You're busy cleaning the counter when the door opens.

“Sorry, we're close!” You raise your voice before turning around to see who's there.

Your eyes open wide, and your lungs hold your breath. “John…” You whisper.

“Hello, Bunny.” He greets, taking off his hat and making a shy smile.

Bunny.

For seven years you haven’t heard that nickname, since your brother died. And now your eyes can't hold nostalgic tears and happiness to see him again.

You don't hesitate in the hug you give to him, and he returns with the same warmth. You still wear the same perfume he remembered.

“Ah shit.” You say, wiping your tears away. “You look great. Come, have a seat.”

You run around the counter, pouring his favorite scotch into two glasses while he approaches slowly, putting his hat on the wooden surface, and sitting on a stool.

You raise your glass making a toast. “To the friends reunited.”

He clinks his glass against yours before taking a sip.

You stare at each other in silence for long moments, enduring the memories that fill your minds.

A smirk appears over your face, then. “You got some grey hair.”

“And you're a vision, as always.” He says lowering his glance at his glass.

The confidence with which he says it makes you shiver but you deliberately ignore it since you think it's inappropriate.

You clear your throat. “Well, how are things?”

He takes another sip. “Things are going well…” He nods, cleaning his mustache with the knuckle of the index. “I'm currently on my break so, I thought I’d come to visit you.”

“I'm glad…” You make a polite smile but you can't even look at him and he knows why.

How could he blame you?

“I'm sorry if I didn't show up in the last two years.”

You wet your lips, finishing your scotch in one sip and moving to wash the glass.

He gets brave finishing his drink. “I missed you.”

“Oh yeah?” You ask a bit upset.

He gets up, walking slowly around the counter to reach you. “Yeah.” He says with a low voice and put his empty glass in the sink right in front of you. His eyes don't leave you even for a moment, you can feel his closeness and his silently begging for your attention.

He shuts off the water, touching gently your face to invite you to look up at him. There’s no need to talk since you both already know where this is going. He bends over, and without any rush your lips join in a sweet kiss. Of course he tastes of cigar and scotch, you expect nothing less from him.

You can't help but surrender.

His hand slips on your back to gently push you against him as your hands wrap his nape, increasing the intensity of the making out.

When you break the kiss to catch some air, his eyes are worshiping you.

“How long have you wanted to do this?” You say in a whisper.

“Longer than I want to admit.”

#john price mw2 #john price x reader #john price x you #john price #john price call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty mwii

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viburnt · 4 months

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Hey! I don't know if you're still on the wave of the Puppy Boy AU but if you are I have a few suggestions, if you don't mind...

1) Iida as a Border Collie. They're intelligent and diligent dogs and I think it's perfect for him

2) Denki as a Pomeranian. The fluffliest ball of fur ever.

I don't know if you write for them, if you don't just ignore this ramble of mine.

Kajsakjsaj *keyboard smash* BABY THAT'S SO GOOD, I HADNT THOUGHT ABOUT THEEEEM AAAAAAAAAH

Also I'm back from my vacations in Baja, I'll be more active now

MHA Puppyboy! AU Part 3(?

Iida + Border Collie

Border Collies are very fancy dogs that love to follow instructions. They are smart, intelligent, and capable but they also have energy and are willing to protect. Iida is all about following rules and being a very smart student (he's the class rep after all), but he's proven to be fierce when the moment requires it. Border Collies are also (normally) pure blood dogs, which fits Tenya a lot since he comes from a well known family.

He has fluffy ears and tail, the color is a deep black with some white specks around the edges. Did I mention this breed loves to run? They are very good athletes, just like Tenya. He's just the kind of puppy that pulls on his leash if you don't move fast enough.

Talking about leashes and collars, Iida is OK with them. He won't use them during school or work because it's against the dress code, but he'll more than indulge if you wan to collar him up! Iida is very serious about it, so if you want him, you'll have him for life.

Loves, loves, loves praise. In a normal amount... Tell him he did a good job, that he is the best, and that he is a great example to others; his tail won't stop wagging for hours, and he takes your words with such pride!

Sheds, a lot. He tries to keep his fur clean and brushed but he just has too much fur. You WILL find some random dog hair in your stuff.

Can get a little controlling of you, after all the breed is made to guide and handle sheep, so you'll find out he tends to place his hand on the back of your neck or on the lower back to guide you around. A collie for 1A's sheep, what a puppy he is!

May or may not have a tiny doll of you he tucks in his bed when he misses you.

Your face gets warm when you feel Iida's hand unconsciously slide to the back of your neck, his roughed-up fingers grazing that tender skin of yours. It sends shivers down your spine, and Tenya notices it because you've suddenly stopped walking. "Is something the matter? Are you feeling OK?" Your eyes finds his and nod, "Yeah! I just remembered something," you utter, trying to suppress the smile that threats to form on your lips. He tilts his head in and oh so adorable way, worrying something bad had happened, furry ears flopping with worry. "What did you remember?"

"That you're a Collie." You giggle, pointing out the way he had been guiding you through the mall. He flushes and apologizes, but you tell him it's more than OK.

Kaminari + Pomeranian

Denki is by definition, energy. He is cheeky, he plays pranks, and he's just a cutie. This puppy likes the attention, and Pomeraninas just happen to be just like him. The fluffy fur kind of reminds you of the way Kami's hair gets, specially with the use of his quirk.

Short fuzzy tail and tiny perky ears that stand up from his already flash hair, brown/creamy color. This puppy boy will do anything to catch your eye: jokes, drawings, nicknames. He wants you all to himself, and is not shy about it.

This puppy boy doesn't mind being a couch potato, he'd much rather stay home with you and play videogames or read manga. He won't say no if you want more physical activities like going for a walk or something alike (he wants to be good for you) but Denki enjoys being domesticity more.

He wears a choker already, so collars are a BIG yes from him. Want to add a leash for that? Kaminari will gladly sport it for you. Want to put a name tag too? Hell, he'll be flustered but will feel SO GOOD with it.

Kaminari is a particularly tricky puppy because he has the tendency to be all over your place and use your stuff: hoodies? Shirts? Jewelry? He'll take whatever he can from you, but if you say he can't he'll get sad and moody. Whining and begging you to let him use your things and hang in your room. Capricious with you, that much is true.

Lives for the way you pet him though, he's the kind that is sneaks around to get his head under the reassuring warmth of your hand. He just knows ALL the tiktok trends that involve hugs, pats, cuddling, etc.

"Kami, you need to go back to your room... It's past curfew," you yawn, feeling the tight grip of his arms around your waist. He groans and whines, shaking his head. "I don't wanna, you're warm," he mutters, nuzzling against you. You can see his tail wagging against the blankets and smile; he opens his groggy eyes and looks up to your still half-asleep face. "No harm if I stay, right?" He says with a smirk, toying with the hem of pajamas. Denki hears you hum with a knowing smile, "Fine, fine... what a needy little puppy you are."

"Yup, but you like it."

#iida tenya x reader #mha iida #iida x reader #mha kaminari #kaminari x reader #MHA Puppyboy!AU #mha ask

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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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Daddy Takeover 》 Baby Fever AU

Request:

"Daddy Loki idea twoooo

Y/N is having a well deserved night out with the girls so dad loki is in charge for the first time." - Requested by @lokisgoodgirl ! 😁

Summary: Natasha and Wanda take you on your first girl's night out since ages. That means Loki is on dad duty this evening - and he's been never alone with Ella before...

Warnings: fluff! Hopefully not too many typos... I edited this very late yesterday... 😅 Also, sorry Winnie the Pooh! I actually love it, I swear! 😭

Word Count: 3k

a/n: Thank you for that wonderful request! I had so much fun writing this! Ella and Loki are SO freaking cute together... 🥰💚

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @theaudacitytowrite @lady-rose-moon and I think @michelleleewise could like this one, too! 😉

If you want to be added to my Loki Taglist, please let me know! 😁

Link to the Baby Fever AU Masterlist

It was quite early in the morning, when Y/N slumped into the big communal kitchen of the Avengers compound like a zombie, yawning. Her feet led her straight to the coffee machine. Nooo, she and Loki didn't forget to buy new coffee pads when they were out, grocery shopping last week... Totally not… Y/N was only halfway awake, when her fingers pressed the buttons of the coffee machine, in hopes she pressed the right ones. What the young woman didn't notice, was Natasha, watching her from where she leaned against the kitchen counter. "Hey Y/N/N, are you alright?" "Huh?" She turned around, on search for the origin of the voice, urging to her ears. "Oh, hey Nat." Y/N smiled tiredly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired, y'know... How life is with a baby..." She said with a yawn, then reached for the cup of coffee - but didn't grab the mug by the handle, what caused her to burn her hand and dropping the mug. The porcelain clattered to the floor, shattering into a million pieces; the coffee spilled on the tiles. "Oh damn it..." The Y/H/C haired woman mumbled and bend down to clean the mess. Natasha was quickly at her side, helping her. "Girl... You desperately need a break... And a decent night of sleep." "I know," Y/N huffed, picking up carefully the shards. "What do you say, if we make a girl's night out? Just you, me and Wanda - like in the old days." "I'd love that, Nat, but... Let me first talk to Lokes. Someone needs to look after Ella and I want to make sure that he's okay with being alone with her." "Wasn't he alone with her before?" The red-haired beauty asked. Y/N shook her head. "No, not directly." "Then talk to him and let me know. I'll ask Wanda." The women smiled at each other. "Thanks, Nat." "That's what friends are here for, sweetie."

"Lokes?" Y/N stepped back inside their apartment, closing the door quietly behind her. When she got no answer, she called out for him again and walked inside the living room, where she had left him. "Babe?" He wasn't there, but rounded mere seconds later the corner. "Shh, darling. Ella's asleep. I just put her down. Apologies, that I didn't answer you sooner, but I didn't want to risk her waking up again. It's been a rough night after all..." The God said with a small smile, running a hand through his messy curls. Yeah... It had been a rough night, indeed. Ella just didn't want to sleep, was fussy and whiny almost the whole night. They had tried everything, but nothing had helped. Ella just didn't budge, refused to calm down and sleep. Y/N blinked. "She's asleep? As in sleeping peacefully in her crib?" A low chuckle left Loki's lips at the unbelieving words of his lover. "Yes, as in sleeping peacefully in her crib." He whispered, quoting her and stepped closer, wrapping his arms around Y/N's waist to pull her close against his strong body. "Time for us to get some rest, too, darling." Y/N smiled, relieved that their daughter had finally decided to take a trip to dreamland. "You're the best dad, do you know that?" Loki nodded, confidently. "Well, yes. I am very aware of that." His words caused the Y/H/C haired woman to roll her eyes with a smile. "I love you and your godly ego." Another amused chuckle left the God's lips. "I love you, too. Now off to bed with you, my queen." Loki stated and swept his wife off her feet, carrying her bridal style to their bedroom, causing her to giggle. "Usually, you mean with that sentence something entirely different than just a nap." A smug smile spread over the prince's face. "Darling, you know very well, that I'd love to do something entirely different with you, than taking just a nap, but there's a very sweet baby princess sleeping just down the hall and I do not intend to wake her - not after the past night..." He set Y/N gently down on the bed. "No... Me neither. We need to relish the hours of sleep we get, before Ella wakes up again." Loki joined Y/N in bed, yawning and cuddled close to her, face buried in her chest, using her as a pillow. "Definitely. Good night, my love. Sleep well." The Y/H/C haired woman witnessed how her God's eyes closed shut already, on the verge of sleeping in.

"Uhh, Lokes?" "Mhm?" "I wanted to ask you something." "Is it important? Can't it wait until later?" He huffed out in playful annoyance. She giggled, shaking her head. "No, because I am afraid my sleep deprived brain is going to let me forget it." "Fair enough." Loki turned, oceanic eyes looking straight at her. "What is it, my love?" "I saw Nat earlier in the communal kitchen... She said I am in desperate need of a break and a girl's night out like in the old days. Just me, her and Wanda. I thought about this and came to the conclusion that she might be right... I think I could really use a break. Not that I don't enjoy being a mama, gods no! I love it, but..." "You need to see something else than baby bottles, nappies and puke-stained onesies... I understand, love - and you definitely deserve a break. You worked so hard in the last few months, bringing our princess into this world, nurturing her, being the best mama possible..." The sweet words of her husband almost made the woman cry right then and there. Her hormones were still a bit on a rollercoaster ride. "R-Really?" Loki nodded, giving her a loving smile. "B-But... Is that okay for you? I-I mean you've never been alone with Ella before and-" Loki interrupted her immediately. He sat up in the bed and took both her hands in his. "I'm more than positive. I have absolutely no problem with taking care of our sweet girl one evening alone." The God said, pausing for a moment. "Especially if it means I am going to miss one of our Captain's utterly annoying and unnecessary eight o'clock team meetings." "Lokes!" Y/N exclaimed, but giggled. "What?" The prince shrugged his shoulders. "It's the truth..." The woman shook her head and smiled. "So... It would be honestly okay for you to watch Ella alone for one evening?" "Of course, darling."

Two days later, Y/N stood in front of the mirror in their bathroom, applying some makeup. It was the first (girl's) night out for her since... Yeah, since a few months into pregnancy? Of course, weren't the girl's night out's very wild back then. No alcohol, no partying. They mostly consisted of late shopping trips and cinema visits. The last wild girl's night out was quite a few weeks before the pregnancy with Ella. So, it was the very first time in ages for Y/N to step inside a bar - and she was looking forward to it.

The young woman was so in thoughts, that she didn't hear the bathroom door opening cautiously. Only when two big hands landed on her hips, did she notice that someone had entered the bathroom. "You look ravishing, darling." Loki purred in her ear, pulling her closer against his chest. "Yeah? I don't know if I still look good in it..." He shook his head immediately. "No, don't even start. You're the most attractive woman I have ever laid my eyes upon. In that dress as well as out of that dress. Always." Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his words. Oh, how much she loved him. "Thanks, babe." She said, blushing. Y/N wore a beautiful blue, strapless dress. Nothing too sexy, rather casual, but nevertheless fitting for a night out. The God placed a soft, delicate kiss on her neck, before letting go of her again - in order to prevent any... issues to happen. "Wanda and Natasha are here." Y/N nodded. "Tell them I'll be around in a few minutes." "Very well, darling." He left the room again, letting his wife get entirely ready.

A few minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, down the hall and into the living room, where Nat and Wanda waited for her along Loki, who held a drowsy Ella in his arms. "Ready to go, girl?" Natasha asked with a big smile on her lips, while Y/N hugged her two best friends. "More than ready!" "Then let's go!" Wanda smiled as well. The Y/H/C haired woman nodded, "Let me just say goodbye to my baby." and turned around again towards Loki and Ella, hugging them both. "Bye bye, baby girl." She said and kissed the little girl's chubby cheeks, causing Ella to smile tiredly, eyes already halfway closed shut. "Mommy loves you. Keep daddy a bit on his toes, yeah?" Then Y/N looked up to her husband, kissing him goodbye - and not just once. "See you later, darling. Have fun and enjoy your girl's night." She nodded, but bit her lip. "Are you really sure you got this? Is it really okay when I-" Loki interrupted her by pressing another kiss on her lips. "Yes, of course. Don't worry. Now go." Y/N smiled at Loki. "Love you, Lokes." "I love you, too, darling." With those words, the three women left the apartment and compound together, leaving Loki and Ella alone.

"Alright, Ella... What are we two going to do, now that mommy is on her night out?" Loki asked the small baby girl, before noticing that she was asleep in his arms; the tiredness overcame her. "A nap. Wonderful idea, princess." He went to her nursery and laid her gently down in her crib, taking the baby monitor with him, before he closed the door quietly behind himself. The God pondered on what to do, decided then to try to get some sleep as well - what didn't quite work out, so he went to the compound library. With the baby monitor firmly attached to his grey sweatpants, he searched through the shelves for something to read. Of course, had Loki enchanted the small, very helpful device, so he could hear Ella crying, even if he was miles away. Once he found a book, he flopped down on one of the sofas.

Time was passing by quick - especially when a book makes it to capture your imagination. Loki was so lost in the story, that he didn't hear the door of the library opening and closing again, followed by footsteps. Peter Parker had sauntered inside the room, backpack slung over his shoulders. The young man's gaze landed immediately on Loki's. Of course, would the God be here... "Oh, hey Mr. Loki!" That caught the raven-haired man's attention. His eyes shot up from the book, meeting the face of the teenager, smiling quite a bit awkwardly. "Peter." Loki gave the young Avenger a nod, before returning his gaze back to the pages of the book in his hands. Peter wanted to walk past him, as he noticed the baby monitor, which was still attached to Loki's sweatpants. Peter adored Ella and fell in love with the tiny girl the first moment he saw her. Okay, but... Who didn't? A smile spread over the brown-haired boy's face. "Are you on dad duty tonight, Mr. Loki?" Peter said, referring of course towards the little device. A silent sigh left the God's mouth. Sometimes that boy was too chatty for his liking. He just wanted to read that book in peace. His oceanic eyes travelled up to meet the brown ones of Peter once again. "That I am, yes." "Awesome! I was-" He wasn't able to finish his sentence, was interrupted by the sudden crying noises, coming from the baby monitor, signalling Loki that his daughter must be wide awake again. "Well... I have to go. Duty calls." The God stated, his seidr letting the book in his hands magically disappear. "So, if you would excuse me... My daughter needs me." Before Peter could even answer something, Loki had vanished into thin air.

Within seconds was the God in Ella's nursery, immediately taking her into his arms. "Hey, hey, princess, it's okay. I'm here. That wasn't the longest nap, was it, baby girl?" Loki tried to calm her down, rocked her softly - but it didn't quite help. The tiny girl's face was red from crying; angry tears streaming down her face. A quick look on the watch told Loki that she might be hungry. "Are you hungry?" He asked Ella, still gently bouncing her up and down in his arms. "Or do you need a fresh nappy?" She didn't answer, of course, but rubbed her face against the fabric of his t-shirt, rather angrily. "Both?" Loki stepped over to the changing table and laid her down, quickly discarding her old nappy and changing her into a fresh one. Résumé... She indeed needed a change. Ella calmed down a bit, but not entirely, was still whining and whimpering, while her tiny mouth latched on Loki's shoulder on the search of something to eat, signalling him that she was hungry as well. So, he went into the kitchen with her and sat her down in the high chair; bib loosely wrapped around her neck. Y/N and Loki had just started to accustom her slowly to baby food. He grabbed the jar of applesauce, Y/N had prepared this morning. Without the sugar, of course. He sat at the table, took the plastic spoon and tried to feed Ella the delicacy. "Here you go, princess. Let's see if you like this more than mashed bananas." Loki had tasted the applesauce, of course, since it was a Midgardian thing - and loved it. Unlike Ella. As soon as the first spoonful was in her mouth and the applesauce came into contact with her tastebuds, her face contorted - not in delight. "No?" Loki asked, chuckling amused. Her face was priceless. A small whimper in discomfort left her lips, before she opened her mouth, causing the applesauce to drip down her chin and onto the bib. "Well..." Loki sighed. That didn't go as planned. He scooped up again a spoonful and tried to offer it Ella the second time, but as soon as she saw the spoon nearing her face, she turned her head away. "Princess... Come on... It's really delicious. Look, daddy likes it, too." He ate the spoonful himself, showing Ella that it was eatable. The next spoonful he had given to Ella, came straight back. She spit it out, causing the applesauce to land all over his t-shirt. She didn't like it and certainly didn't want to eat it; was now full on crying again. "Alright, alright... I give up." The God sighed in defeat, packed the delicacy away again and grabbed one of the bottles Y/N had prepared as well - just in case. He heated it up a bit and took the baby back into his arms, giving her the bottle. She started to latch on the rubber tip immediately, like a starved girl, causing Loki to chuckle once more and shake his head. "Mama's milk is better than applesauce, got it." While he walked out of the kitchen with his eating daughter still in his arms, the God's his gaze fell on the Midgardian books Y/N had prepared for him as well. Baby books to occupy Ella a bit. He didn't think of them, forget that his wife left them there, but decided to give them a try.

After Ella was done devouring her dinner, he got rid of his dirty t-shirt and the bib and sat down with the small girl on the sofa, taking the books with him. Now, she sat on his lap, one of the books in her hands. It was one with a lot of different colours and made crinkly and squeaky sounds. Ella wasn't that intrigued. For a short moment, yes, but then she lost interest. Just like with the two other books. "Why is there a speaking bear, who eats honey and is best friends with a piglet?" Loki frowned at the book, while Ella's little hands tried to grasp the pages. She gave a whine and huff in return. "Yes, you're right, Ella. Those books are rubbish. The Asgardian ones are way better. Come on." He put the books aside again and went with her to the bedroom, dimmed the lights and laid down on the bed, Ella on top of his bare chest. "I'm going to tell you an Asgardian story now. They are way better, believe me." Loki grabbed the blanket and covered Ella and his torso, making sure that she was warm enough. "Once upon a time, in a realm not far from this one, lived a young prince with his oafish older brother..."

About two hours later, it was already almost midnight, opened Y/N quietly the main door of her and Loki's rooms. She noticed, that the lights were out, except the one in their bedroom. Taking off her black heels, she tiptoed down the hall, towards the room and opened the ajar door silently. "Lokes?" Y/N peeked inside. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight in front of her. Ella was still on Loki's chest, blanket wrapped around her, just like the hands of her father, keeping her from falling off his upper body. Both of them were fast asleep. A smile spread on the woman's face. Love ran through her veins, engulfed her completely. As much as she loved the girl's night out's with Nat and Wanda... There was nothing more wonderful than spending time with the two most important people in her life, laying right there on the bed in front of her. She wouldn't trade what she had for anything in this life.

#the baby fever au #loki x reader #loki laufeyson x female reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki x female reader #loki x pregnant reader #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston characters

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californiaboytoybilly · 4 months

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HoHoHoe Week - Day Five: Up in Lights (Christmas party) Pairing: Cheerscoops / Chrissy x Steve Tags: Semi-Public Sex, Unsafe Sex, Eating Out, Creampie, Fingering, Exes-to-Lovers, Getting Back Together Ao3: Link WC: 3.3k, 1/1 Chapters

(Oops I put feelings in my porn again-)

"I didn't know you could get more beautiful."

Chrissy didn't register that she was no longer alone until a familiar voice spoke up from behind her. She spun around, surprised, cheeks already beginning to flush.

Steve.

"You don't need to say anything to that; I just-" A tiny pucker appeared between his brows, "I haven't gotten to speak to you all night. Thought you deserved to know, you look…" He breathed out a wistful sound.

Suddenly, she felt a little wrong for how devoutly she'd been trying to avoid him all night. It wasn't that she didn't want to speak to him. It was the opposite if she was being honest with herself.

Things had just been so complicated the last time they saw each other; it had seemed to be for the best.

Steve was unable to understand why she had to leave. Why she couldn't stay in Hawkins. Stuck here himself because he'd inherited a business he didn't care about but had always known he'd have to handle one day. Chrissy, unable to voice that every second she spent at home felt like it killed a little bit more of her spirit. That she loved him, but she couldn't survive this town.

She missed him these last three years. Of all places, she hadn't been expecting to see him at her father's corporate Christmas party and from the moment he'd crossed her sight, a bone-deep longing had settled into her body.

"You clean up nice yourself." She said with a small smile, trying not to succumb to old comforts and rest her head against his chest, reaching out with two fingers to straighten his tie up instead. She wasn't sure she'd seen him in clothes this formal since prom.

"I didn't know you were back." He said, glancing down at where her fingers lingered a moment too long on his chest.

Chrissy turned her gaze down to her feet. "Only for the weekend," she said quietly.

"A weekend is better than none of you at all."

Oh, that one stung a little. Steve must've seen her wince because he quickly backpedaled. "I didn't mean-"

Chrissy sighed, shaking her head. The intricate strawberry blonde curls she'd spent painstaking attention to this morning bobbed with the movement. "No, it's okay. I…”

I missed you too, she thought. She couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. Would that be cruel? She'd been the one to break his heart; what right did she have to miss him?

"I'm leaving." He said, changing the topic before she could spiral about it.

Chrissy paused, confused. "What?"

"I'm leaving Hawkins. This was…" Steve scrunched his nose slightly, "I'm here because I sold the shares of my dad's company to your father. He didn't tell you…?"

"He doesn't bring you up to me." She said carefully. Steve looked a little stricken, and she wanted to rephrase, but he kept going.

"Well… that's the important part, I guess. I'm not staying here." It felt like there was something else he was trying to say, something layered under the words, but she couldn't bring herself to seek it out right now. "So I'm glad you're here. Didn’t feel right saying goodbye to this place without you there.”

Chrissy could feel herself melting. Why did this one boy have to constantly do his utmost best to be irreplaceable? The way his big hazel eyes locked on her, soft and affectionate, was her tipping point.

Steve made a noise of surprise when she moved faster than her brain could veto the decision. Soft, glossed lips pressed against his with a familiarity tinged with longing. But he was frozen and decidedly not kissing back. Oh god.

Embarrassed at her behaviour, Chrissy hurriedly pulled back with an apology on the tip of her tongue, face scarlet and eyes burning.

"Don't you dare say sorry," he said, barely taking long enough to get the words out before he apparently caught up with what had just happened and pulled her back in.

She'd forgotten what this was like. What he was like. How every single one of her senses would be filled with him when he kissed her.

His big, warm arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close until she could feel every breath he took pushing against her chest. The same cologne he'd always worn clung pleasantly to him, dragging her back to days long gone, laying in bed together and feeling young and in love.

It was as easy to get lost in him now as it had been then.

It didn't take long for the innocent press of lips to take on a hint of desperation that only usually came to her in the dead of night when her bed was empty and her memories too vivid. But now, he was here. She didn't have to imagine what it would feel like under his touch again.

Maybe this was stupid. It probably was. The most likely way this would end was two whirlwind days of passion before she returned to her city apartment, crawled into her too-cold bed, and cried her heart out all over again. But she didn't have it in her to stop this. Not when this was everything she'd craved for three long years.

Let the gingerbread fall where it may later.

Chrissy gasped as she was picked up, her thighs meeting the cold wood of a desk mere seconds later. She shivered, toes curling in her fancy shoes as Steve stepped between her legs and leaned back in to kiss her again.

Was the air warm, or was she? Ripples of wine-coloured satin clung to her skin as he thumbed at her hips through her dress, his tongue sweet where it brushed hers with the taste of the sugary punch bowls on every table.

Chrissy slid her hands up his sides, careful not to press too lightly. She knew from experience Steve was incredibly ticklish.

She pulled his lips between her teeth, keeping it clasped as she broke the kiss and pulled his tucked shirt free of the slacks he wore. Steve's eyes scanned her face, taking in her wide, round eyes and kiss-bitten lips when she freed his own.

He groaned as she slipped her hands under his shirt, scratching her nails up and over his hips with a soft little "please?" aimed at him through her lashes.

His face was the definition of 'how could I possibly say no to that?' as he looked between her and the door, briefly leaving her alone on the desk as he moved towards the door.

She didn't so much as have time to question his actions or be disappointed before she heard the lock click, sticky sweet warmth flooding her abdomen and travelling rapidly down. Shit, this was really happening.

Steve crossed back to her side of the room, eyes dark and lips swollen in a way that made her want to bite him all over again. He, however, clearly had other plans. "Are you sure?" He asked, eye contact never wavering until she shyly nodded her head. "Please…" She repeated.

Steve kissed her again, this time slow and burning, but it didn't linger long. A soft sigh escaped her throat as another series of kisses were pressed to her ear, neck, and shoulder before he brushed the strap of her dress away.

It felt so lovely that she briefly closed her eyes, only to find that he'd slid to his knees upon reopening them.

As his mouth brushed over her thigh, Chrissy took just a second to properly acknowledge that this was the riskiest thing she'd ever done. She was at a Christmas party, about to get eaten out and fucked by her ex-boyfriend she'd once thought she'd marry on somebody's desk.

Life was really throwing her some curveballs lately.

Thinking time was over, however, as he pulled her baby blue cotton underwear off. She was a little embarrassed to have been wearing them, but in her defence, she hadn't exactly been expecting anybody to see under her dress tonight.

Still, the contrast between her slinky red elegant outfit and polka dot panties had Steve trying to bite back a smile as he- not remotely subtly- shoved them in his jacket pocket.

The sight alone made her clench tight as a throb of want shot through her core. She placed her hands behind her on the desk so she could shift her hips forward. Even the thought of what he might do with those later had something purring, and she didn't see any cats around.

"Almost forgot about the tattoo," Steve said, fingers brushing over her inner thigh. She snorted out an indelicate laugh, turning her face towards the ceiling.

It was a tiny little stamp of a tattoo, so close to her bikini line that you weren't seeing it unless she wanted you to. A little salamander silhouette pulled from a random flash tattoo machine the day of her eighteenth birthday almost six years ago now.

"You shouldn't have! You were the one who dared me to get it." She couldn't help but grin.

Steve's own smile was a little too soft to not look out of place kneeling between her thighs. It made her squirm for a variety of reasons. "Well, I stand by that dare. It's a good memory."

If he made her cry when he was supposed to be-

Almost as though he read her mind, he fell silent and spread her legs further apart. His eyes drank her in like his favourite meal had been served, and fuck, he needed to touch her or close his eyes this second before she actually died.

She impatiently rolled her hips, earning a bemused little smirk before he finally gave her what she wanted.

A soft whimper escaped her as his tongue spread her open, a pointed little flick of the tip in just the right spot making her entire body shudder. Chrissy's head dropped back, a pant of breath following. The distant thrum of Christmas music drifted through the background, and she hoped it was loud enough to keep the other partygoers in the dark because she didn't trust her ability to stay completely quiet.

His fingertips curled into her thighs where he held them, just tight enough that she hoped they would leave a bruise behind. Something to remember this by when she was alone on Monday.

A little taste of the man she wasn't entirely positive she'd ever completely move on from.

Who could blame her when he had a tongue like that?

Chrissy reached down to thread a hand through his hair, biting down on her lower lip hard to muffle herself as he shifted, the pad of his ring finger circling her entrance teasingly as he sucked hard on her clit.

She cried out softly, the sole arm holding her up shaking like it was going to give out.

The stretch of the digit pushing into her, thicker than two of her own, was accompanied by a delicious burn that had her legs shaking. He curled it like he was beckoning her, stroking at her walls, playing her body like an expert. Like he remembered everything she'd ever liked.

He just might kill her, right here on this desk. She hadn't been touched by anyone in so long, nevermind touched by him.

It took barely a minute more and the very tip of his second finger before she started to beg. "Please, Stevie. Need you in me." She slurred, feeling drunk on the fireworks currently going off inside of her.

As fucking delicious as his mouth and hands were, she needed more. She needed him.

Steve groaned into her, once again making her thighs spasm with the vibration. "You're going to kill me." He echoed her earlier thoughts. If she wasn't so desperate, she might've taken a minute to be proud of the effect she clearly still had on him.

He got to his feet fluidly as she suddenly found herself empty, only the promise of more to come keeping her from whining as she clenched around empty air.

She'd asked him to stop yet it felt like her world might end from impatience now that he had listened.

Chrissy batted his hands away from his belt as he fumbled the clasp, fingers only a little clumsy as she popped the gold button and pulled his zipper down. Her mouth watered at the sight as he fished himself out of the confines of his dress slacks. She wondered if he could still recover as fast as he had at twenty one.

If she wasn't so eager to be full of him, she might've dropped to her knees right then and there.

She watched as a conflicted expression crossed his face, then annoyance. "Shit..." He muttered, eyes darting towards the door. "I left my jacket out there. I don't have protection."

Chrissy tried to hide the way her teeth ground together at the thought of him bring protection to this party to begin with. He hadn't known she'd been here, was there some other girl who he'd been hoping to go home with?

... that wasn't fair of her. She had no right to be jealous of who he may or may not want to sleep with. Still, he was here. With her. She was his choice. If that made her preen ever so slightly, that was her own business.

"Don't need it." She said, fluttering her eyes with mock innocence as she pulled him back in between her legs with a firm grip on his tie. Steve looked like he was going to ask so she beat him to it.

"I'm on the pill. Don't need protection, I want feel all of you." She licked over her lip, waiting for his answer.

But he was a gone man.

Instead of saying anything, she watched as his chest rose and then dropped in a sharp exhale. "I don't know what I did to deserve this." He mumbled, looking briefly skyward- or... ceiling-ward? -as though in thanks to karma herself.

Messy, eager lips slotted back against her own as he pressed the blunt head of his cock against her, sliding it through her slick teasingly for barely a moment before she felt him start to push in.

Oh god.

She'd forgotten that he felt even bigger than he looked, a feat she hadn't realized was possible their first time together.

It felt like he might split her apart as she babbled something incoherent against his lips, eyes pricking with tears.

"Too much?" He sounded strained as he leaned back just barely an inch, clearly using all of his willpower to go slow. She shook her head furiously, a half sob bubbling from her lips.

"If you stop right now, I'll never forgive you." She threatened breathlessly, her eyes rolling back in her head as another inch pressed into her. Fuck!

Her dainty gold rings glinted in the low light as she lifted her hand to curl around the back of his neck, pressing their foreheads together as he bottomed out. They shared quick breaths, dilated eyes meeting in the shadowed space between them.

The chemistry they'd always had definitely hadn't dissipated with time. She just may have wanted him now more than ever before.

After a moment, she relaxed enough that the last little spike of pain started to receed. "Move-" She pleaded, "I can take it."

She didn't need to ask twice, a strangled sound forcing it's way out as he pulled almost all the way out and then fucked back into her like she'd lit a fire under his feet.

"You feel so fucking good." He grunted, eyelids fluttering as set a quick pace that had her little tits bouncing with every single thrust. Chrissy felt herself go pliant, body too melty to hold herself up anymore. Reluctantly, because the intimacy of their shared sounds was something she was loathe to lose, she let go of the back of his neck to lower herself down.

The cold wood made goosebumps rise on her skin, hair hanging over the back and swinging with each jolt of her body.

Now free to wander, her hands ghosted up her silk encased sides until she reached the neckline of her dress, pulling it down just enough to roll a petal pink nipple between her fingers.

"A-ah! Fuck please, just like that, keep doing th-" Chrissy tried to keep her voice down as best she could as her abdomen tightened, every inch of her skin flushed and hot.

Steve looked about as put together as she did with his bruised mouth, mussed hair and half lidded eyes. He hadn't once taken his eyes off of her since he pushed in, making her feel like a treasure. A pretty thing to be revered, admired.

It only stoked the flames hotter.

Flames which were rapidly bringing her to the edge, so worked up from his tongue and the lead up alone that his finger was hovering on her trigger already.

It wouldn't take much more for her to fall to pieces.

He seemed to know that in the same way that he knew her body all these years later. Like she was his favourite book he'd long memorized, able to quote any scene on a whim no matter the time it had sat untouched on the shelf.

His hips snapped faster, the wet, smacking sound of their bodies meeting filling the room. She felt drool pool at the corner of her mouth, which was a little slack as an unintelligable littany of pleading poured from her without end.

"M'so close. Please, baby." She slipped, too needy to register what she'd said.

Steve's eyes flew open at the pet name, face crumpling as though he'd been wounded, thrusts out of rhythm and getting messier by the second. She knew what that meant, and she was right there with him.

"Want to feel you come inside me-" She barely managed to get out, but it did exactly what she wanted as the coil inside of her snapped and her orgasm crashed into her with a force that seemed to shake her down to her very bones.

She felt him shudder as he stilled, buried so deep inside of her as he came that her delirious mind could almost convince her she could taste him.

The only sound in the aftermath was their laboured breathing as they both came down, Steve almost folding himself in half to press his face into her stomach as he tried to get his grip back on reality.

After a moment, when some of the brain fog started to clear, Chrissy finally spoke up. "If I'm losing this again on Monday, you better be spending all day tomorrow at my hotel." She mumbled, brain still too drowned in endorphins to veto her too honest words.

But Steve had more surprises than even she could have imagined, chuckling as he slowly stood back up straight on uneasy legs.

"I mean, I told you I was leaving Hawkins." He said, making her brows furrow. "Tonight?" She asked, trying not to let the sad lump in her throat ruin the glow currently buzzing through her.

Steve shook his head. "No I mean..." He looked nervous, holding out a hand to help her sit back up to see him better.

"I'm moving to Portland. Next week, as soon as the lawyer stamps the paperwork. Already got an apartment lined up."

Portland.

Portland?

"But... wait, I live in Portland." She said, almost as though she'd forgotten before. Steve shook his head, so incredibly fondly, and reached out to brush a lock of hair back from her face.

"I know. That was the main appeal."

Chrissy's eyes widened, tears pooling at her lashline almost immediately as his words really sunk in.

For the first time all night, she realized this might not just be a stolen moment doomed to crush her heart later.

She could keep him, this time.

Maybe coming home for the holidays wasn't so bad after all.

#steve harrington #chrissy cunningham #cheerscoops #haircheer #harringham #chrissy x steve #steve x chrissy #st fic #stranger things rarepair #hohohoe23 #day five: up in lights

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larissa-the-scribe · 5 months

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Terrarium Lights, Part 2.1

Continuation of my Inkling's Challenge story, started >>here. Next part >>here. Not sure if I'm supposed to tag @inklings-challenge anymore since times have moved on, but will do so just to be on the safe (the tag may be ignored if so desired). Last time on Terrarium Lights: The ghost disappeared after getting an existential crisis when he realized he didn't know his own name, to everyone's surprise.

"I'm sorry."

Gail nearly jumped out of her skin, scattering her basket of freshly cleaned rocks across the dining room table. She wheeled around toward the kitchen, which had been empty a few moments earlier, to see the lad from before standing sheepishly in the middle of it.

She released her apron and took a deep breath.

"Oh?" She replied—with only a slight quiver in her voice—and allowed him to insert his own explanation.

Truth be told, she wasn't sure what he was apologizing for, unless it was scaring the living daylights out of her. It was, however, reassuring to see him again and to know she wouldn’t be stuck for the rest of her days with the mystery of what on God’s green Earth had happened.

"Well, I feel like I may have overreacted." He was looking at the floor, so she couldn't see the state of his eyes.

"About your memories?" She asked, and then mentally smacked her palm against her forehead. Perhaps it wouldn’t be wise to bring up the incident that had so upset him right the second he came back—in her defense, her heartbeat was still rather drowning out thought.

"Yeah."

"I see." Gail turned back to the table and started picking up the rocks—mostly shale and creek pebbles—from where they'd been flung, gathering her wits with them.

It had been several days since the ghost had come and gone.

At first she toyed with the idea that her mind was going on ahead of her to heaven. They did say solitude did odd things to mind, but while she didn't have concrete proof that the lad had been there, in the end she had decided to regard it as fact until proven otherwise. There were her sodden clothes and her pail of moss, confirming that she'd gone out in the rain at the very least.

After she'd settled that, she started to go over the interaction in her mind.

She had had no idea if he'd come back or not. Her gut reaction was that he would, someday. The whole venture was rather too strange and unfinished—he was clearly haunted by something, still. Whether or not she would be there to see it, she did not know.

Eventually, she decided that if he did return to her, she should handle him with more care and tact, and make him feel more generally comfortable before prodding at him again. That seemed like the best way to figure out what was going on, at least. From there—well, she didn't know. But one so rarely did know what one was doing, so that wasn't a great matter in the long run. Besides, if this was the Lord’s doing, he’d hardly abandon her here. Wasn’t His style.

And here the lad was, once again standing in her kitchen, though this time much shyer and more unsure, and she’d already prodded him more than she meant.

"I appreciate your thoughtfulness," she replied, rubbing her thumb across a smooth piece of shale. "Though I suppose I should apologize, myself, for startling you."

"Well, technically I think that was the kettle," he said with a nervous chuckle.

She snorted. "True. Dreadful loud that kettle is."

As she swept the last bits of rocks towards her, she heard him shuffling his feet. It was an odd sound. Not quite all there. "It… it doesn't seem to be raining anymore."

"Nice and sunny out, indeed." She kept an ear on him, still managing her rocks.

"Um. Thank you for letting me borrow your roof."

The rocks clattered back into the basket. "You're welcome to it as long as you might need."

"…Even if it's not raining anymore?"

She turned back round to face him and smiled. His eyes were a satisfying shade of brown. "Even then."

He beamed back.

Gail walked over to a makeshift desk to the side of the room and started sorting the rocks into their proper containers. Hesitantly, the lad hovered into the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room space.

“I… I still don’t really remember anything,” he said. “I think I have amnesia.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Gail gave him a sympathetic look. “I don’t suppose there’s anything I can do to help with that?” She gestured for him to come closer.

“Well, I don’t know.” Like a puppy prepared to be yelled at, he edged further into the house. “In all honesty, the fact that I couldn’t remember anything terrified me. Still does, kind of, but it’s not as shocking now, I suppose. I don’t know why I didn’t realize. I mean, how do you forget your entire life but just not think about it? Doesn’t make sense.” He trailed off with an attempted chuckle.

“Maybe it was something that happened recently?”

He squinted at what she was doing, seemingly half-intrigued about her activity, half-absorbed in his own nervous narrative. “I… I don’t think so. Or maybe the amnesia was recent? I don’t know. I kind of… remembered bits? But it’s very fuzzy, like it might have happened in some odd kind of dream, a long time ago. Or maybe not that long ago. Dreams can be weird. But so can memories. Like when something happens yesterday but it feels like it’s always been your past, that kind of thing. Or at least that’s what last time I was here felt like, I think, but that could just be because that’s all I can remember right now. But I don’t even know how long ago it was that I was here. I get the impression that memories are tricky.”

“True, that,” Gail chuckled. “You said you remembered something, though?” She rubbed her thumb over the ridges of a large creek pebble appreciatively, then dropped it into its jar with a satisfying clink.

“What are you doing?” He asked, tilting his head, curiosity temporarily overshadowing his dilemma.

“Oh, me? Sorting rocks.”

“Why?”

“If I don’t, they’ll just be a mess.” She waved her hand over the assortment. “This way it’s easier to get at the ones I need.” She wasn’t sure if he was dodging the question again or just distracted.

“O-oh.”

She chuckled again. “For terrariums, that is. I’m not just mad about rocks, though I do like them.”

“Terrariums?”

“It’s a hobby of me and my husband’s. While he’s away, I gather materials—and sometimes do a few myself—and then when he’s back, we work on one together.” She was sorting them roughly by size and color. Absently she wondered if she’d need to take a trip to the shore sometime soon to stock back up on driftwood.

“Could I… maybe… see one?” He had his cautious puppy act on again.

Resisting the urge to kid him a bit for his skittishness, she nodded and went to the living room (really only a bulge on the side of the dining room, but still rather nice for sitting), and picked up one of the first ones she and Michael done together, in the bottom of a large, broken canning jar that had once been the size of a small bucket.

“Here,” she said, and held it towards him. “The edges aren’t sharp anymore. We sanded what we could and covered the rest with a sealant.”

It was a simple terrarium, really. Not much more than moss arranged around a large lump of red flint they’d found when wandering along the creek, with a few small little plants stuck in. And the container wasn’t the prettiest, with the sealant smeared across most of the edges around the opening. Still, it was a good memory, so she liked to keep it watered and tended, and even though she didn’t know what kind of moss they’d gathered, it was one of her favorites—it flowered in the summer and smelled lovely.

"Can I touch it?" He asked. When she nodded, he slowly reached out and put his hand in the container, running his fingers along the rock and pressing their tips gently against the moss. "It's so strangely soft and not soft." He looked up and smiled and his eyes were very brown. "It feels nice. Almost scratchy, but comfortable. I like its texture."

"Isn't it just lovely?" Gail agreed. "Moss is one of those things that isn't hard to find, but is still so satisfying every time you do. I think it's one of the marks that God made this world with love."

The lad nodded absently. He was frowning slightly, and for a moment didn't seem quite all there, his edges ever so slightly blurring.

"I think I remember something about moss," he said. "I'm not sure. But it wasn't very green, and there were whole plains of it. Underground, I think. And blue. I think we might have been safe there, but I don't know." He looked back up at her. "Does any of that sound… familiar? Since you know about moss."

The lad looked so hopeful, Gail wished she could say yes. "Well,” she replied, pursing her lips as if in deep thought, “we don't have many caves around these parts. Soil's not built for it. And I don’t profess to know much about the subject one way or the other, but I can't say as I'm familiar with blue moss."

"Oh." Feeling along the edges of where the rock and moss met, he pressed his hand down again, softly. Gail noticed that it did not leave much of an impression, if any. "Maybe it was just the way it looked? Maybe it wasn't blue." He withdrew his hand. "But if there are no caves around here… I don't know. It was certainly underground." He frowned. "Well, I'm pretty sure. I… I guess I can't say for certain, can I? Since I don't know."

Gail resisted the urge to set her terrarium down and pat his back or try to hug him. The poor lad looked frightfully lost. "Perhaps you were a traveler in your time, before coming here. I will admit, I don't know much about what lies beyond my little corner of the world, so who's to say caverns of blue moss might'nt be out there, somewhere?"

Even as she said the words, they felt unlikely. Maybe because she didn't quite believe them herself—but it was true, at least, that she didn't know much about the world beyond Florida, or even beyond this northern slice of it. She could have hope in her own ignorance, for the lad's sake. Perhaps her Michael might know, or she could write to her son up in the Northern colonies. They were both much more widely traveled.

"As your memories come back, mayhaps you might learn to know more about it."

He nodded, stuffing his hands in his pocket, eyes still on the ground. "I hope so. It's… disconcerting, to know so little about what you can trust from your own head."

"We'll figure it out," Gail said, wondering if there was any way to physically console someone who couldn't be touched.

"I… I also really don't mean to drag you into this," he said. "We're both just strangers to each other. I wouldn't want to presume too much on your hospitality."

Gail clucked her tongue at him as she put the terrarium on the table, where he could still find it if he wanted. "Trust me, young man, this would be the best use of my time. I couldn't in good conscience just turn you out, anyway, and well, what can I say? I'm a meddlesome old lady. I like fixing other peoples' problems, if I can."

"Oh." He picked at the edge of his waistcoat. "That's… that's really kind of you. I… I'm not sure what to say to that."

"You don't have to say anything, if you'd rather not. You're welcome to just be here for a bit, if you'd like."

"I… I think I'd like that." He looked up at her again. "I wouldn't be a bother if I just stood by and watched you work?"

"No bother at all." Gail waved a dismissive hand. "I guarantee you'll be a lot easier to work around than toddlers, though admittedly it has been… a few years, since I've had to do that. I'll just be working on a new terrarium, anyway, for old Mrs. Oberson. She's been quite sickly for a while now, and having living things about you really brightens a room up."

He followed her back to the desk, where she pulled out a largeish jar and set it up, hunting down the different components she needed from the desk, and adjusting her glasses to a higher zoom setting to better view the details. The plan for this terrarium lay on a card pinned to the desk, half-recipe, half-sketch. Michael had helped her come up with it before he left, and now was as good a time as any to get it going. She’d need more time, too, since her hands weren’t as steady as they used to be.

#Hopefully the read more link works on mobile this time #anyways #gail goffrey #terrarium lights #the santa juliana files #inklingschallenge #inklings challenge 2023 #team lewis #genre: portal fantasy #theme: burial #theme: visiting the sick #story: unfinished #ocs #original story #scribe does inklings #salt and light

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wickedsniffles · 1 year

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Stardust (And Other Varieties)

Another commission from my friend with common interests! 🤩 Summary: You take time out of your day to help Obi-Wan sort through a rather dusty back corner of the Temple Archives. Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Cis AFAB Reader, she/her pronouns (Second Person Perspective)

Rating: Mature

Tags: established relationship, fluff, banter, implied age gap, sneezing, dust, buildups, fits, handkerchiefs, pet names, Force bond, making out in a library, semi-public shenanigans, sorry this is so horny (no I'm not), dry humping, implied sex

Word Count: 4.2K

"So let me get this straight." You place your hands on your hips with a sigh, taking a good long look around the back corner of the Archives. "Anakin makes Madame Jocasta mad and you have to clean the Archives?"

"Mm, yes. I long resigned myself to the fact that he squirms his way out of trouble."

Today you’re accompanying Obi-Wan as the two of you are deep, deep in the heart of the Temple’s ancient library, up to your knees in stacks of real flimsi books. When he’d told you that he’d be busy for most of the afternoon with a rather tedious task, you were more than happy to tag along, finding yourself with nothing much else to occupy your own time. Better to divide and conquer, you’d told him, and he’d seemed appreciative that you were willing to lend a hand. Even after he’d warned you multiple times that what he’d been assigned to do wouldn’t be entertaining in the least.

Anakin, Obi-Wan had told you, had simply been careless with Madame Jocasta’s rules one too many times. The young Knight often feels as if these regulations don’t apply to him, Obi-Wan confides, and it’s enough to set the Archive’s keepers teeth on edge when she so much as sees Anakin enter her sacred space. He’s been telling Anakin since he was a Padawan not to be too loud in the Archives, to handle the holonovels with care (some of them are hundreds of years old).

It’s not that Anakin does it on purpose, his Master assures you. He is – has always been – the type of boy to act without thinking. His most recent crime is dropping a particularly fragile holo on the unforgiving marble floor, cracking it at the edge and creating hours of work for one of the Archivists to retrieve the data.

“I do believe he’s embarrassed,” Obi-Wan adds, crouching down to inspect the spine of one of the books at his feet. “In a few days he’ll come ‘round with an apology, and no doubt Madame Jocasta will allow him within the Archives once more.”

You hold your tongue, for the sake of your relationship with Obi-Wan. He’s incredibly soft with Anakin, but yet again – isn’t he the same with you? There are many rules bent when it comes to the people he loves. If Obi-Wan really is talking to Anakin about what he’d done, and the consequences of his actions, then perhaps Obi-Wan being here to serve out the punishment meant for him isn’t the worst thing.

“And besides, he isn’t even on the planet at the moment.” Obi-Wan straightens. “I don’t think Jocasta knew that when she requested he do this, to be honest. He’s off with Ahsoka, dealing with some scuffle in the Outer Rim.” He shakes his head a little. “I do hope they can manage to handle it without escalating the situation.”

You laugh a little, knowing how the two of them can be. “Well, if they’ve minded any of your teachings, I’m sure they’ll be fine.”

He pauses to look at you, flattered. Admiration curls in the Force between you, light and familiar, like the brush of his hand on your shoulder.

“We’ll have to wait and see.”

Madame Jocasta has requested that Anakin start in the oldest corner of the Archives and check every shelf, every nook and cranny, to make sure that the old books are organized correctly. Over time, as the library has expanded, this portion has become more and more neglected. The evidence is stacked neatly up against every wooden shelf, where the old flimsi books have sat stacked for perhaps longer than you’ve been alive.

Though the floor is kept clean, you can’t say the same for the books themselves. Doubtless they’ve been untouched for ages, save for ones that have been called upon for research on some rare occasion. It’s a shame, really. This is a beautiful little corner of the Archives, and you can imagine how frequently it must have been visited, so many years ago. Yet today, only the faintest whispers of life Force cling to the books, ghosts of a memory long gone.

“I’m not certain the cleaning droids even know this part of the Archives still exists,” Obi-Wan mutters to himself, crossing his arms. “Look at the state of this place.”

“Our home away from home.”

“Ugh, don’t say that. I plan on being done before sunset.”

Though there’s mild irritation in his tone, you can tell Obi-Wan isn’t that upset to be here. He actually does like to keep things organized (his tea collection is evidence of that), and he’s pleased that you decided to come along and keep him company. With the two of you working together, sorting through the Archives can’t be all bad.

And besides…you’re alone together. With the tall shelves blocking you in on all sides and any other Jedi about as far away as they could possibly be, you feel almost as if you and Obi-Wan are in one of your rooms. Though the two of you know better than to try something where someone technically could walk up on you, the sense of coziness still remains, and you lean over to kiss him on the cheek quickly before placing a hand atop the nearest stack.

“Goodness,” he teases. “I don’t think that’ll make our work go any faster.”

“Then use it as an incentive to finish,” you shoot right back, grinning.

Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow. “Oh, I see.”

That’s all the more either of you say on the matter as you get to work, and the unspoken promise hangs in the air. You’re excited about the idea of finishing this task with hours to spare before the day is through; pleasing Madame Jocasta with tidy, organized shelves and then retiring to Obi-Wan’s rooms for a long evening of rewarding yourselves.

A self-indulgent fantasy, perhaps. The volume of work you’ll have to get through is clear – but if you don’t start, you can’t finish. With that philosophy in mind, you pull the rickety old ladder closer to you with a little persuasion from the Force, stepping onto it with care. You’ll start looking through to see if what’s on the shelves is actually alphabetized, while Obi-Wan works on what’s yet to be placed there.

For a while, you work like that in quiet harmony. The titles your eyes skim over are worn, faded so that it’s almost difficult to read. A few of them are in languages you can’t translate, and every once in a while you have to fish your comm off of your belt to see what the kriff they are. The first half hour doesn’t see too much disarray. You work slowly, carefully across the top row of the first shelf, shuffling one or two of the heavy old tomes around.

It surprises you just how much they weigh in comparison to the slim, sleek body of a holonov. When you touch a real, authentic flimsi book, you can appreciate that every word took effort to print. Every page holds just a portion of data, compared to having all of it compressed down into one place via a holonov. This is something that took so much time to create, meticulous, precious.

And…it smells amazing. In wonder, you raise the old book to your face, cracking it open in the middle to inhale the scent. You must look rather silly, because from below you, Obi-Wan’s rich laughter rings out into the quiet space. Twisting around to peer down at him, you see him smiling, holding a tome so thick and heavy you think you’d double over from the weight if you held it between your own hands.

“Have you never held a real book before?”

“Perhaps I haven’t,” you answer, with a trace of defensiveness.

You know it shows your age, to only know the technological convenience of holonovels. Even if real books weren’t exactly relevant when Obi-Wan was young, either, they were still more prevalent than they are today. You can imagine him, baby-faced at twelve years old, pulled up to one of the tall tables in the main sitting areas in the Archives. Master Qui-Gon would, no doubt, handle one of the heavy tomes with grace.

“Well, that’s quite alright.” Obi-Wan lifts his own book to his nose, the dark cover a faint blue worn out with age. “They do have a nice smell about them, don’t they?”

“Not something you’re bound to get with what we use these days.”

He runs one wide, calloused hand over the front of the book. Your eyes tend to zero in on those practiced hands, the long fingers and the scarred palms. If asked to pick his hands out of dozens without seeing the face of the owner, you know you could find him in a heartbeat. You’ve spent far too long admiring him, trying to memorize every little bit and piece, to miss something so important. You feel as if you know every freckle, every little thatch of light hair across his knuckles. Their warmth. Their strength.

Dust motes scatter into the air as his hand moves, spinning in the ray of sunlight coming from the single high window far above your heads.

“Ugh.” Obi-Wan wrinkles his nose. “The condition these poor things are in. We really ought to clean them off while we’re back here.”

He sounds sorry for them, and that in turn garners sympathy in your own heart. Though the books are far from living things, it’s easy to get caught up in imagining they’re full of nostalgia, sorrow even, for the days of the past. If they’re capable of hanging onto glimpses of the Force, then it’s almost as if they lived once.

Your shelving forgotten for the moment, you begin the descent back down the ladder to where he stands. Obi-Wan still seems fascinated by what he holds, staring down at the cover as though he’s still contemplating its meaning. From here, you can read it well enough: Non-Sentient Species: Theories on Their Reactions to Changes in the Surrounding Force, by Tarla Madak. Sounds like a real page-turner.

“Have you read that one before?”

But you almost forget your question as soon as it leaves your mouth. You’d meant to add with Master Jinn, to maybe start a conversation about his time as a Padawan. Obi-Wan doesn’t speak frequently about it, after all. Here in this quiet, cozy corner of the old Archives might be a good place to open up the discussion, if he’s willing.

You forget to ask the rest of your question because Obi-Wan’s blinking rapidly, his face caught in an expression somewhere between confusion and irritation. With his mouth open slightly, his brows tilting together, he raises his elbow to cover his face and sneezes. It’s a sudden, breathless sound, like the sensation had been surprised out of him every bit as much as it had surprised you.

You blink. “Oh, Force guide –”

He sneezes again, harsher, clamping the book tight at his side with his free arm so it doesn’t fall to the floor.

“Force guide you,” you repeat, with a small laugh.

“Kriff,” he mutters when he emerges, sniffing. “I’m sorry, I’m not certain where that came from. Wait. Yes I am.” His light blue eyes trail across the dust-filled air, and Obi-Wan lets out a soft groan. “All the Force-forsaken dust.”

In the far reaches of your brain, something keeps you maintaining a straight face. At least you hope so. You know this isn’t the time or place to be fawning about how cute he looks, annoyed with the situation. He may or may not recall your reaction to seeing him like this – and even if it’s not the first thing on his mind, it’s definitely the first thing on yours. So you call on your training, on your kriffing composure, and straighten your spine.

For a moment Obi-Wan looks around the place, eyes watering, face flushed. As if wondering now if taking on Anakin’s punishment is really worth it. In the handful of seconds where he hesitates, you wonder if you should suggest just leaving – these books will still be waiting for Anakin when he returns from the Outer Rim. On top of that, it’s not even Obi-Wan’s task to be doing this in the first place.

Before you can decide anything, Obi-Wan’s breath hitches once, twice, his fingers coming up to scrub desperately at his flushed nose. It’s not enough. Again he has to turn away from you, stifling a sneeze into his tunic-covered elbow. You wonder if it won’t soon be soaked if he keeps doing it like that. Right on cue, he reaches into the pocket of his undertunic, still cursing under his breath.

“This is going to take longer than I thought,” he says, retrieving the clean handkerchief with obvious relief. “And Anakin’s certainly going to owe me for it.”

“You’re sure you want to stay?” you ask, wringing your hands a little. Obi-Wan takes his time blowing his nose, shuffling from nostril to nostril to make sure the action’s doing its job. As he lowers the handkerchief from his face, he pauses to rub his nose with one hand once more, something you’ll never catch him doing in public. This little action of surrender is private, something he’d only ever let you see.

“Well, we’ve already made a start.”

You should've guessed that he'd be stubborn. When it comes to anyone else in distress or danger, Obi-Wan is the first one to offer help. If he's the one facing an obstacle, however, getting him to seek the same sort of care is often one degree away from impossible. You can say one thing for certain; Anakin Skywalker is going to get an earful from you when he's back home in the Temple.

Reluctant, you nod. Obi-Wan is already turning his attention back to the matter at hand, though his life Force is colored with a shade more wariness than it had been before the two of you had started. The more books you move, the more dust will be disturbed. Yet the more time you take, the more he'll have to breathe in anyway. A complicated dilemma. Is it better to get it all over with at once? Take some time to acclimate?

He seems to go with the former option, picking up the next book with a heavy sigh. Thankfully, this one looks like it's been touched some time in the last decade, and transferring it to the shelf causes little disturbance to his irritated sinuses. You hear some light sniffling here and there as you try to turn your attention back to the higher shelves, making sure that everything already there is in order.

For a few minutes, it's almost as if there was no interruption in the first place. Comfortable silence reigns once more between you as you resume your duties and he resumes his, each of you minding the other in the small space. Occasionally, you'll reach down to see if he has something you need to fill an empty gap.

These glances down are torturous, and you're fighting not to let him know. It's difficult to keep your mind on your work when you're so interested in how he's faring with the dust in the environment. You find yourself leaning too far over the edge of the ladder when a particularly heavy book catches you off balance, and before you know it, the thing's slipping through your fingers.

"Oh, kriff –"

The curse is out of your mouth as the book seems to drop to the floor below in slow motion, stopping halfway down. Obi-Wan holds out a graceful hand, keeping it steady with the Force. You breathe out a relieved sigh, knowing that you'd be the one in trouble if Madame Jocasta found out you caused damage to one of these ancient tomes.

"Thank you," you say. "That would've been my head."

He lowers the book to the wobbly table nearby, guiding it to safety. But there's an odd look on his face, his right hand trembling. As you crane down to catch a better look at his face, your heart leaps; his gorgeous face is overwhelmed with a familiar about-to-sneeze expression, and you know exactly why.

Dropping the book had caused an explosion of dust. You can see it flare out like an upside-down blossom, wild and fast, half caught in the sunbeam and half out. And Obi-Wan’s standing right in it.

The effect is almost immediate. His face screws up in an almost helpless expression of urgency, sucking in a breath for dear life. There’s no time for him to stifle the first sneeze or even raise his elbow – it just bursts out of him, harsh and breathless, nearly bending him over at the waist. He tries to get his wrist up to cover the spray, but even that is a wasted effort, and you see the expelled air move the dancing dust particles as you stand there motionless, captivated.

Your mouth opens and a small sound comes out – perhaps the beginning of a Force guide you – but no words emerge. In seconds Obi-Wan is sneezing again, this time sure to bring the handkerchief to his face, and then again, the double followed by an exasperated swear. From the edges of the shimmering blue handkerchief you can see his nose is already growing pink and irritated, his eyes watering.

“I’m so sorry,” you manage, though in truth you’re anything but. “I should’ve been more careful.”

Seeing him like this does something to your body and your mind that borders on obscene as he’s held hostage by the dust still falling to the floor around you. Excitement pulses quick in your core, running like lightning through the Force as he struggles to get a grip on himself. From the look on his face, though, that won’t be happening anytime soon. Obi-Wan’s eyes alight on you, the blue even more prominent now, his nostrils wet.

“No, sweetheart it wasn’t your –” his breath hitches, eyes threatening to close, and your hands tighten at your sides. Among other things. “W-wasn’t your –”

It can’t be helped. Obi-Wan succumbs to another sneeze, sounding outright desperate as he does. He doesn’t even have time to lift his face from the handkerchief (no doubt getting damp by now) before giving in to another, and then amazingly another. You’ve never heard him sneeze three times in a row before, and never mind in such rapid succession. The lightest tinge of worry worms its way into your mind as he pauses there, breathing lightly, seeming to try to decide whether or not it’s safe to emerge from his handkerchief again.

“Wasn’t your fault,” he says at last, blowing his nose. It sounds thick and congested, like it’s barely doing any good. “Oh, kriff. I’m dizzy.”

“We should leave,” you murmur, biting your lip hard. “Let Anakin deal with this mess.”

Something in your tone must catch his attention, because Obi-Wan turns his focus away from his own irritated nose to look up at you. In that moment, you know you’re caught. By now, you ought to know that the two of you are too attuned to one another to try and keep anything a secret for long, especially when you’re so…sensitive to seeing him this way. He raises an eyebrow, saying nothing, yet you can feel him trying to get a grip on your life Force with his own.

That in itself manages to send heat flushing over your face, down your neck. Knowing that someone knows you so well and that you’ve been caught looking? More than looking – staring, admiring, drooling – it makes you feel like you wish the shelves behind you would open up, the old books bending their spines, the pages swallowing you into their folds. With both of you well aware of the situation by now, of how you feel about it, Obi-Wan chuckles a little under his breath.

“Why would I do that, when you’re so obviously entertained?” he remarks dryly.

Sometimes you can’t believe his nerve. Because even though he can be the sweetest man in the galaxy, brushing your hair aside and cupping your face in his hands to kiss you, there are other times when he is an absolute bastard. The little quip sends double the blood rushing to your cheeks, and you groan, covering your face in immediate embarrassment.

“Obi-Wan, karabast,” you groan.

There’s no doubt he can feel how aroused you are. Before you can recover from your own little fit of humiliation, you feel his warm hand on your wrist, urging you to lower your hands. And God he’s incredibly close, only inches away, giving you a crooked grin and looking gorgeous and rumpled from the sneezing fit. All you can do is let him do as he pleases with you. You let your hands fall back to your sides, his body pressing to yours with ease. You’re aware that his handkerchief is still balled in his free hand as he walks you backward into the nearest shelf, each of you moving in perfect sync, well practiced at this.

“Darling,” he purrs, moving in until your lips are only a single breath away. “How many times do I have to tell you? You don’t have to be embarrassed.” He kisses you once, lightly. “You don’t have to be ashamed.” Again, the barest brush of lips, and you pout when he pulls away. “Kitten, don’t make that face. Tell me what you want.”

“Want you to kiss me, p-please.”

You can hear your own voice, know it’s coming from you, but it’s hard to recognize so weighed down with want. The feeling bleeds into the air, a single note of wavering desperation carried on the Force itself, and Obi-Wan can’t resist you. He’s never been good at telling you no, and this time is no exception. With a single trembling breath in and a wet-sounding sniffle, he breaches the gap, and you collide with the shelf.

Obi-Wan kisses you like it’s been years, and not hours. His impatience surprises you, arouses you, and it doesn’t take you long to respond with equal enthusiasm. When you go back to think about the moment later, you muse that it must have something to do with being seen as desirable, even in a moment of vulnerability and what would normally be perceived as being undesirable. Most people aren’t attracted to what you are, after all. You’re so glad that he accepts you the way you are, that he just goes with it.

But most of all, you’re glad that he’s slowly grinding his hips into yours in the very back of the Temple’s Archives, making delicious little noises in his throat. It drives you insane when he does that, moaning softly like he doesn’t even know he’s doing it. Pressed so closely, it takes you a moment to realize that he’s still holding the handkerchief tight in one hand at his side, one of its soft edges brushing over your forearm. The exposed skin breaks out in goosebumps.

You could live here, in this hidden dusty nook, letting his tongue lap against yours. The gentle tickle of his beard and mustache against your skin is familiar and tantalizing, the perfect stimulation, a mirror to what’s happening below the belt as he ruts against you in an unhurried rhythm. You return the motion, feeling him twitch against you, his breath growing more and more quick until –

Obi-Wan pulls away from you rapidly, rushing to shove his face into the crumpled handkerchief for a violent sneeze.

“Bless you,” you say delicately.

“Thank you.” He takes the time to wipe his nose thoroughly before pulling you back in, tucking the handkerchief into his trouser pocket. “Shall we continue?”

You lean up on your toes to kiss him in lieu of giving a verbal answer, and you feel him smiling against your mouth. God, it feels so wrong to be doing this where you know, where you can feel other Jedi milling around. In the back of your mind, you know it would be impossible for anyone to sneak up on you. The two of you are facing the only entrance, and you’d hear or sense them coming far before you ever saw them. Still, being out in the open is thrilling. Seeing Obi-Wan like this doubles – perhaps even triples – the sensation. You want nothing more than to abandon this little book sorting project and take him up to your room, now.

“I think that can be arranged,” Obi-Wan muses, reading your thoughts. To be fair, you’re all but throwing them at him. Keeping his body flush with yours, he takes a look around the ancient corner of the Archive, somewhat sheepish. “You know what? I suppose you’re right. This is Anakin’s mess, and he can clean up after it himself. Literally, this time.”

You grin. “I’m proud of you, Master Kenobi.”

Later, when you’re sweaty and exhausted in the sheets, both of you laugh imagining the look on Anakin’s face when he tries to enter the Archives, only to find a stern Madame Jocasta waiting for him, disappointed to find that he’d left the place a disorganized mess. You’re laughing hard enough imagining it, in fact, that the motion does interesting things to your naked body pressed against Obi-Wan’s own. He grabs you up, hungry, for more of what you’ve just finished with.

It’s a long, satisfying night.

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kaeyaphile · 2 years

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hi i was reading your tags and i hope you get a wonderful night's sleep, and the job right afterwards!! can i ask you if it's ever really hard to be a veterinary assistant, like emotionally or anything? do you get attached to animals and then have to watch them get sick/die? or is it calming just to be part of their lives for a short time? i've thought about pursuing that career, but i'm hesitant about it for that reason. no stress if it's a bad time to answer this ask, get lots of rest and everything! <3

thank you!!! 💗 i don't know if i've got the job yet unfortunately and ofc i still definitely don't wanna get my hopes up but!!! i have a good feeling!!! 🤞🏻

okay so regarding your question – i may have typed you out an obscenely long thing but i've got the power of anxiety + caffeine + adderall on my side right now so hopefully it works and also hopefully you don't think i'm totally insane! 😂

i've loved animals my entire life and i've had a lot of pets my entire life as well, and i worked at a veterinary hospital for almost 2 years (not including the internship i did at a different hospital while taking the veterinary assistant certification courses) and i LOVE it – but as with every job there are good days and there are bad days and there are days that are in-between, and as much as i hate to say it a majority of people who go into the veterinary medicine field get desensitized to stuff really quickly (i did but i know for some people it can take a while which is healthy and makes sense) so watching surgeries or euthanizations or witnessing a dog being beheaded in order to send it in to get rabies tested (which i witnessed while working – a german shepherd came in that had died of suspected rabies and we legitimately need to saw the entire head off of such cases and mail it to cornell university for them to study and/or test it and yes – it is as gruesome and messy and emotionally scarring as you're imagining), but as long as blood/viscera/pus/poop/pee/general bodily fluids (as a veterinary assistant you'll need to collect and package a lot of the fecal matter and run labwork on blood and search for ear mites with the microscope and clean up explosive diarrhea, etc) is something you can handle it should be fine! plus honestly nobody ever expects you to just be able to walk in an assist with surgery on your first day, everywhere i've gone/worked has been very understanding if you need to ease into it. and just with a majority of jobs, your coworkers and the practice manager and the veterinarians make a massive difference. if they're all good people and are competent and good at their jobs and genuinely empathetic towards both people AND animals, it'll make everything a lot easier emotionally. the practice manager at the place i worked at had been placed there due to nepotism and the company that bought the hospital being shitty and she was miserable and incompetent and mean, and everything went downhill from there tbh. hardly anyone that i used to work with there is still there, if that tells you anything about the state of things.

got a bit off topic there, apologies. but as for the emotional stuff, there's a lot of good! you'll get to see a lot of kittens and puppies (and exotics if you're lucky enough/willing to work at a vet that sees exotic pets)! and healthy animals need checkups and vaccines too! and a lot of people bring their animals to the veterinarian to get their nails trimmed too, or for boarding (depending on the hospital you work at ofc)! and after a pet gets proper treatment or meds for whatever ailment they had if they were sick/had surgery they'll come in again for a recheck and it's so good to see them happy and healthy again! but with that of course comes the bad stuff, and honestly? i'm not going to sugarcoat it for you because i'm not that kind of person and i don't want you to think working in veterinary medicine is all rainbows and kittens) – the bad outweighs the good some days. some days we'd have one euthanasia. the next day we'd have 10. you'll get parvo puppies. breeds that aren't healthy at all due to their "aesthetic" (ie: pugs). abandoned kittens that are covered with mites. pets with infections that are going necrotic. animals who's owners waited too long to bring them in, and it's too late to save them, so they yell at you. animals that are abused or neglected. animals that are surrendered to you because their owners either don't give a shit about them or simply can't take care of them anymore (my youngest cat, ruby, was surrendered to the hospital i used to work at because her owner was an older man who's health was declining and he had to go into a nursing home and ruby is quite honestly one of the best things to ever happen to me, but it doesn't always have as happy of an ending). and most importantly, not all pets get better. also, not all pets are friendly and/or cooperative. i've never been bitten, but i've been scratched by both dogs and cats and i know many people who HAVE been bitten.

now, with all of that said – if you truly love animals and prefer your job/career to be constantly moving around and doing things and sweating and cleaning up all sorts of messes, then being a veterinary assistant is for you. you do still have to deal with people, of course, and probably (in my experience at least) about half of the owners you meet will be miserable and treat you like shit. i've had people legitimately tell me that i must've gotten treated so much better when i was a veterinary assistant as opposed to my most recent job, a cashier. absolutely not. i laughed because i thought they were joking. they were not. it's still customer service. but yeah. i have multiple chronic illnesses/autoimmune diseases and mental health issues and the happiest i've ever been is when i worked as a veterinary assistant because i desperately need the constant motion in order for my body to function. some people prefer and handle staying in one spot and doing the same thing all day every day. that is not a veterinary assistant. you will constantly be moving, and you will constantly be cleaning. i was always, and i do mean ALWAYS, doing at least two things at once all throughout the day every single day i worked as a veterinary assistant.

tldr: if you truly love animals and want to help both them and their owners, enjoy constantly moving around, enjoy cleaning, don't mind getting down and dirty with all sorts of bodily fluids, are capable of being a self-starter (aka you don't need to constantly be told what to do) – you should definitely give it a shot. you don't need to commit immediately though, call up your local/favorite veterinary hospital and ask if they'd allow you to come in and shadow for a few hours or an entire day – they'll probably allow it. that way you'll really get to see what it's like, because even though i've basically typed you out a goddamn novel (i apologize again, i get really passionate about this), nothing can really prepare you for working in veterinary medicine other than experiencing it firsthand. so basically if you're genuinely considering it, try to get in somewhere and shadow for a day! and ask questions if you have them, veterinary hospitals desperately need/want people who have experience and know what to expect so they'll appreciate the interest and honesty.

#ask #asks #anon #anonymous #kayleigh answers things #tw animal death #i appreciate you anon 💗#and if you have any more questions pls feel free to ask me #i am legitimately always game to discuss anything veterinary related lmfao #i'm quite honestly embarrassed at how much i rambled but 🤷🏼‍♀️ i'm not gonna delete all of it now #but yes i have a good feeling about the job!!! so fingers crossed!!! 🥲 🤞🏻 🙏🏻 😂

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winderlylandchime · 5 months

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I actually had QueerAnon as my number 1 podcast omg. Hopefully that tips off Jordan and Randy that they need to get their asses back to recording.

I honestly think the therapist knows about the show. I mean from what my brother has told me about him, the guy is around the same age as my brother and they’ve talked about movies, tv shows and music so I feel like he either knows it since the beginning or went to look it up. But the idea of him not knowing and just knowing my brother will lose his mind when his beloved show is over, is equally funny. I mean my brother vented to him about Brian getting cancer and about Ethan so he’s seen him at his worst throughout this show.

And as for the last few episodes: His plan is to watch them all at once. One after the other. Today. So I hate to report that the ‘straight man watches qaf in the year of our lord 2023’ is officially coming to an end. Do you remember that scene in Finding Nemo when the fishes try to escape from the tank and the starfish says ‘THE TANK IS CLEAN!’? Well he woke up today, walked into the kitchen and quoted the whole scene but changed it a bit, so it was: ‘good morning! Todays the day! The sun is shining, im watching the last episodes and I am finishing the sho- IM WATCHING THE LAST EPISODES!’ He even filmed himself and sent it to our family group chat and to his friends thinking how funny he is and immediately afterwards I got bunch of texts from our cousins, our uncle, our parents and 3 of his friends. And literally every single one of them is worried how he will handle it. My cousins basically said ‘good luck’ (they know how it ends and they also told majority of the family). My uncle is now fully involved (but only for his entertainment purposes) but he does think my brother might experience a mental breakdown after he sees the finale. His husband and him over the weekend watched the finale to try and judge how he will react and according to my uncle when the credits rolled, his husband looked at him and went ‘oh he is soooo fucked.’ And his friends told me that he told them he thinks it will be a happy finale bc no way would anyone do all that and then not make sure they end up happy, together and in love. They even brought up the Iron Man aftermath and im worried they’re right. So heartbreak is inevitable.

I will try my absolute hardest to send updates as soon as we finish the finale. But I apologize in advance if it either ends up being sent really fucking late at night or really fucking early in the morning. I already know I’m gonna be a mess watching the finale (i think I’ve seen it only a handful of times, maybe even less) but i am not ready to witness that first ever heartbreak due to the finale that my brother is only hours away from experiencing. It’s been years since I first saw it and i still remember how much it hurt so rip to the straight man. So who the fuck knows what his reaction will be to literally any of the next 4 episodes but especially the finale.

I'm guessing that the tumblr fandom is responsible for that podcast's listens this year. And I do hope Spotify wrapped sends up the bat signal that they need to make more episodes! C'mon Jordan and Randy!

I agree, it is just as funny for the therapist to think "I have no idea what is going to happen but Brother Anon is so unhinged about this, no matter what, it's going to be a crisis."

RIP to the tag "a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023" after this week. Btw, instant regret for choosing such a long tag but oh well! I'm not even christian! It is NOT the year of my lord... lol.

I'm glad the whole family is aware that this is going to ROUGH (understatement of the year) on your brother. I think having some things to help him immediately will be helpful - an episode of QueerAnon, a bts youtube clip, a favorite fanfic - and maybe letting him know there is a whole group of us cheering him on? Like he's heartbroken but he has friends he never even knew were out there? IDK.

Good luck. Don't worry about what time your messages come in. I have a super busy day tomorrow, so if I don't get to them, that's not a sign of anything. I just have a doctor's appointment (where I will *not* discuss qaf with my doctor) and then a bunch of appointments straight through until night.

Good luck and godspeed dear sweet anon. I have the feeling you're going to need it.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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teddyrizz · 8 months

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I made a Fanfic or Oneshot for my friend. It’s one of their DND OCs.

Don’t mind the grammatical errors I might’ve made lol😢 But I wrote half of it about a couple of weeks ago and then stopped writing it before continuing it. My writing might have an inconsistency and that’s because I barely write often. I wasn't exactly sure how to end the ending so it kinda dropped off😭

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GOODNESS GRACIOUS

By: Teddyrizz

Doctor Strange x Vincent (DND OC)

Word count: 2k

Summary: A one-shot of Super powerful wizards being goofy and all about love and kindness

Tags: Fluff, Wizards, magic,💔😢😭 Bad writing, Idk, Swearing, Inconsistency

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Strange winced in pain. A small wound had appeared on his arm. A slash from a blade had cut through his clothing. He looked down at his arm and then back up at his apprentice. He gave a sly grin.

“Not bad. You're getting better.”

He said with a chuckle. He wiped his head from the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead. He pushed some of his hair aside to look at her.

“Thanks, been practicing. Think you'll be able to handle it?”

He raised an eyebrow

“Someone's getting cocky… What would that mean?”

“Eh. I'm not that cocky… Just more… better with a blade. Can't handle something with your shaky magic hands?”

He stopped casting a spell with his sling ring. He crossed his arms in annoyance.

“Of course, I can handle a blade. I'll have you know, I'm very proficient with my hands. I was a neurosurgeon before obviously.”

Vincent gave him a knowing look

“Yeah. Whatever you say”

Feeling hot-tempered and annoyed, Strange looked away to the side and huffed in annoyance. He glanced at her quickly before turning around and walking away. His cloak went up elegantly in the air as it twirled behind him.

“We’re done training for today. To finish up your duties. I'll come back to check on you soon.”

She looked at him with a blank expression. Confused but she ignored it and didn't care.

“Fine, fine. Okay, sir.”

She said she began to continue her job as his apprentice. She cleaned up some books and put them away. After a while of cleaning and putting books back in their correct category, she sat down at her office desk. She sighed. She had already cleaned the sanctum prior but Strange just wanted her to do more like usual.

“How boring, nothing fun happens here anymore.”

She glanced around for a second before fiddling with a pen. Looking down at the desk in front of her, she grabbed the book that she was reading off spells to practice earlier. She eventually began to read.

An hour passed as she was reading, using her sling ring to open up a small portal and cast a few magic spells on a plant. Strange had been busy dealing with his problems. Soon he walked back to the library.

He saw Vincent sitting at her desk, he decided it would be a good time to tell her that she should be helping the recruits and training them. But he was impressed with how well she was getting by using magic. He slowly made his way toward her. Standing behind her.

“I see you've been busy.”

Vincent was slightly surprised as they hadn't noticed any presence in the room with her. Maybe she was focusing way too hard. But besides that, as soon as Strange spoke, the spell she was casting bounced off the wall and hit Strange in the face. A small powerful blast hit his face and a blinding light appeared before him.

“AUGH DAMN WHAT THE FUCK?!”

He shouted, stumbling backward and bumping into a bookcase. A book fell off and hit his forehead and scratched his cheek. Almost tripped but his cloak pulled him quickly to his feet. She quickly turned around and looked at him and apologized.

“Crap! Are you good?”

“No?! Why would I be? You just… damn it… Just… Just

“Okay… Sorry.”

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SMALL TIME SKIP TO A COUPLE MINUTES LATER

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Strange was now sitting down on the desk with Vincent tending to his now bruised forehead. There was a small cut on the side of his cheek. Surprisingly, the blast of magic did some damage. She thought it would just blind him a little bit but things didn't work out that way.

“You know… You should be more careful next time.”

He rolled his eyes at that. He whipped his head away from her touch.

“Hold still, I gotta clean it and put some medicine on it.”

“I can do it myself. I'm not some weak child who needs to be taken care of.”

She raised one eyebrow at this before putting on an ointment on his small wound.

“Yeah, sure. You can heal yourself with magic, but you can't heal your crippled fingers.”

He scoffed at that.

“These are permanent. I've also gotten used to having my hands in this state. It reminds me of how reckless I was.”

She nodded slowly before adding a bandage to his cheek. Just a small one.

“You know I don’t need a bandage, right? It's not that bad. It's just a scratch.”

“Don't want it to scar your pretty face, do you?”

“No…”

He looked up at her and let out a small cough. A little embarrassed but still he didn't show it. His exterior was quite calm.

“You think that I have a pretty face?”

“Sure, you look like a hammerhead shark.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.”

She said, trying to avoid making eye contact. As she finished bandaging up his face, her hand came a little closer than before. Strange tensed up a little. The last thing he needed was another injury caused by his apprentice's actions.

Vincent was looking straight ahead when she felt his hand on hers. Their hands were touching. She could sense the warmth coming from him. Her breath caught in her throat. Strange was still holding onto her hand tightly as she stared at him without saying a word. They just stayed there like that for a short while longer. Both staring into each other's eyes and not being the one to move first. Until she decided to be the first one to speak.

“You like holding my hand?”

It wasn't the question Strange expected, but he didn't pull away or respond. It was a rather unexpected question. He didn't say anything else so she continued.

“Or maybe you prefer other kinds? My hand, a kiss, a caress. Your thumb brushing against mine?”

She moved her thumb slightly so they met again. She closed the gap between their palms with her thumb. And Strange couldn't help but react. This gesture caused him to squeeze her hand even tighter. He tried to ignore the butterflies fluttering inside of him.

“What are we doing, Vincent?”

His voice suddenly sounded quiet and hesitant. She kept smiling.

“Well, what we are doing is just playing around. It has nothing to do with what we do.”

She said as she squeezed his hand back. Her smile faded and he looked away.

They didn't talk after that. They stood there. As silence filled the room except for the sound of their soft breathing. She then pulled her hand slowly away. She slowly began to move and walk away before he grasped her by the hand.

“Wait.”

She stopped and slowly turned around. Her head cocked to the side.

“What's the matter?”

“Stay with me. For a while.”

He whispered quietly. A little nervous as his nerves were all over the place. She didn't know why. Everything seemed normal.

“Please. Stay.”

His tone sounded slightly desperate and a little nervous. She wasn’t sure exactly why he was a little bit like this. Until it came to her. The spell she used must’ve been something that caused him to be like this.

She hesitated at first. She knew why. She knew why he was asking that. She took a deep sigh before slowly sitting beside him and resting her hand on top of his palm. He smiled brightly as he placed his free arm on her back. They remained silent for a while.

Eventually, the two got comfortable. Vincent began to feel sleepiness as his eyes began to droop. He leaned heavily on Strange’s shoulder who had her eyes closed. She had never seen the man so vulnerable before. She gently brushed his hair from his face. He relaxed a little more into the warmth of her touch.

After a while they decided that they should sit on the floor. She sat down and leaned against the desk. He followed suit and did the same. They eventually fell asleep as the silence filled the room.

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Chapter 2

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After several hours of silence, a loud noise woke both Strange and Vincent from their peaceful position on the floor. They looked around confused and worried. Strange looked at Vincent with a concerned gaze.

"Are you okay?"

He asked quietly, rubbing the side of her neck.

"Mhm…"

"Can you stand?"

She groaned before nodding her head. He helped her stand up before letting go of her hand. They walked out of the library together. She had to stay on guard. Her mind was running a million miles a minute as they walked through the hallway. Her thoughts immediately went towards Strange. As they walked through the sanctums great halls. Searching for the earlier noise. She felt a warm sensation of someone beginning to grasp her hand. It started softly, with gentle pressure and then gradually increased and soon she was feeling a strong grip, as if he was grabbing onto her wrist. She looked down and realized that she was gripping his hand. Quickly letting go of him, she cleared her throat a little bit and glanced at him. They both turned away from each other. Walking in complete silence until they reached her room. She unlocked it and stepped inside, closing the door and locking it behind her, and then turning to face Strange.

"You grabbed my hand.”

“I apologise. That… Wasn't really my intention, but… I suppose in our current situation it was necessary.”

He muttered awkwardly. She sighed before walking over and opening the curtains. A faint red glow illuminated the room. She opened a drawer and searched around for some painkillers and bandages. Finally finding the items she searched them out and tossed them to Strange. He caught them effortlessly before glancing over the items she gave him.

"I can take care of myself-"

"I know."

He sighed and walked up to her. Patting her head. He had to look up a little bit at her since she was wearing heels. Heels that made her a few inches taller than him. With every passing second, he grew more nervous. What was happening here? He was always the confident one but… It seemed like this was the moment where she would push him away. It was probably for the best anyway. If he kept seeing this, he wouldn't be able to handle it. But he felt a strange feeling tugging inside of him. Something that just needed to be done in the moment. He sighed deeply before he reached up towards her chin and placed a hand underneath it. He gently brushed his thumb against her lower lip. She froze for a brief moment. A moment during which he held her gaze. He slowly brought himself forward to press his lips against her own. There were no fireworks. No sudden sparks flying. Nothing. Not even a light gasp escaped her mouth. She only watched him as he pulled away slowly. His gaze looking up at her. He seemed in a rather affectionate mood apart from his usual cocky and arrogant attitude.

“You should practice more. Also… Stay inside the library and rest for a bit. I’ll see you later.”

He said as he gripped her hand gently. She could feel the scars from his surgery he had on his hands. She watched as he pulled away slowly and began to walk out of the room as he unlocked it. His cloak flourished behind him as he walked.

Strange stood motionless for a couple of seconds before moving her gaze away from him and towards the ground. She had no idea what just happened. All she knew was that she liked it. Liked his touch. He kissed her. Even though it was a simple brush of lips. She had an extremely hard time believing it had actually happened. She smiled a little and touched her lips. Feeling that tingling sensation that was left there. She quickly composed herself and walked up to the mirror. Grabbing a small towel, she ran the cold water over her face before looking at herself again. She couldn’t seem to stop smiling. She dried off her face, took a long sip of water. She let out a sigh and smiled.

“So that’s how it feels to make someone smile…”

She thought to herself.

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#doctor strange #new to this #fanfic #oneshot #mcu oneshot #dnd oc #dnd oneshot #idk what to tag this as #fluff oneshot #Dr. Strange oneshot

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sollucets · 1 year

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again, "graduation" [this is not the title] is not about thua or the world remembers. but they keep invading their way into my brainspace while im writing it

i'm cursed. i swear i'm cursed

i started musing about this in the tags and wrote. Too Many Damn Tags? like tumblr cut me off. i didn't even know tumblr could do that. so here they are out loud under the cut

#a kind commenter told me they'd want to see me do thua reconciliation scenes #and i didn't answer because i couldn't promise them i would #because i can't fuckin make up my mind about how id approach it #sigh. personally how i think it is #is that akk forgives thua basically straightaway because #1) he thinks he deserves it #2) they committed functionally the same crime so it would be hypocritical #and 3) he wants kan to be happy #so akk is like 'yes i was miserable and terrified and i have mental illness now' (like he didn't before) #but like. i always thought that would happen that's why i was so afraid to tell because i knew i'd deserve it \#2. 'the same crime' i mean literally that's what they did #(note: i rowan do not think this. akk was cult peer pressured into it and from that pov could've lost everything if he hadn't. thua... had other options) #i think the only part of the crime akk might actually be mad about is the journal stealing but that's because it really hurt aye #speaking of hurting aye: this is the only reason he's upset re: outing too #and so thua will get like. browbeat or guilted or whatever into apologizing to akk and akk will be like 'why someone had to do it' #and hell go 'i dont care but i want you to apologize to aye' #and that will not go nicely #because in the end aye cares about in this order 1. akk and 2. everything else #this is actually one of my favorite things about akkaye lmao. aye abandoning his morals #like. obviously he doesn't become Evil and he still wants akk to admit to it and all that i'm being a little dramatic #but..... if it comes down to it. in the moment. he'll pick akk every time because he loves him#and maybe he'll feel bad about it but he still Will #(this is also true of akk --> aye as far as rulebreaking and whatnot go) #so a thua -> aye apology... the thing is that i don't think thua feels guilty about anything short of the outing part and even then... #like. i think it's a bit. 'how do you like it' #aye outed thua to his mom for better or for worse. aye hid akk's secrets from thua. aye encouraged him to speak up and then Didn't

#so..... i don't know that thua would feel. 100% sorry #maybe that he hurt him. like on a personal level. they were friends #but without the context of 'aye being desperately in love and being the whole reason akk stopped and still trying to get akk to come clean'#man idk

and as a result to me i think that conversation would become a fight

in 'choices', i had aye sort of. forgive but not forget for the sake of group cohesion, which i do think he'd do because he is a lonely boy and these are his only friends here and also For Akk's Sake.

i also did that because choices is a gentle and fluffyish fic about akk getting used to pda and, as you can see, if i got into it i'd lose my damn mind [gestures up the page]

and in the end, truly, the people who deserve thua and akk's apologies are the world remembers. they deserved better than that "phi welcome back :)" because who Wouldn't say that!! theyd just been approached by all the prefects at once and their two bullies like.... are you gonna be anything less than perfectly polite

i'm even more torn about how to hypothetically handle "akkthua apologize to the jums" because i have even less insight on how They would respond to it agh

AGH

ahem. i have strong feelings on episode 11 of the eclipse. i continue to do so. dont even get me started on chadok ill be here all fucking day

#rowan chatter #when i said 'derailed' this is what i mean #ive been sitting here for an hour just fucking Thinking about it

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og-danny-dorito · 2 years

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Hi, first sorry for the english, I'm still learning. I can order some headcanons from a male yautja with a human mate who lives in a cold area and is a hunter? I love your blog, sorry again for the english

no need to apologize! i think you did a fantastic job :)

𝐓𝐖: crude language, mentions of animal death and corpse handling, corny ass love talk

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐘𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐣𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐀 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐚:

- ohhh boy

- so if you've read the comics or through the wiki, yautja prime (the planet they live on) is described as "a dry, hot, desert environment with rivers of flowing lava and a humid, wet jungle biome."

- so obviously they're a little out of their comfort zone in a colder area SKJFDJ

- its not like they can't fend for themselves, but they find it a little harder to acclimate than they normally would

- which means that you have the upper hand in the battle to the death ya'll have after chasing each other down like wild animals considering your experience with it

- it's not like he underestimated you or anything (he did), but to say he was surprised when you had the knife up to his throat after you had knocked his helmet off previously, pinning him to the ground would be an understatement

- what was even more surprising though is that after a few seconds of catching your breath you backed off, gesturing for him to stand

- since his ship had crashed he didn't really have much of a choice but to follow you to your home considering he didn't know what or how to hunt out here, but he was coming to the slow realization that you were much more capable than him regardless of the fact that you wee smaller and, physically speaking, weaker

- in yautja society, it's not really all that common for someone to help another without any sort of payment expected (or at all for that matter), and so regardless of his hesitance he still does his best to be respectful and helpful

- he's also a little scared of you before getting to know you if he's being honest 💀

- he chops wood (tears it in half with his bare hands), helps prepare animals, and in the meantime works on putting his ship back together with the scrap metals and materials he can find around

- you, of course, do most of the hunting, but when he does tag along it's usually to learn

- and he won't admit it but he finds it interesting and kinda hot to watch you hunt ajfnkjd

- you're thorough and calculated, not a muscle in your body moving without you willing it first. it's like watching an animal hunt their prey but with the intelligence of a man, and it seems as if he probably had a lot more assumptions about humans than he thought as he observes you more

- he's still stronger than you of course (and he likes to show it off too to one-up you), but its usually in good fun rather than a way to intimidate you. you usually show him that you're much faster than him in retaliation anyway

- the partnership works out well though!! as time passes you learn that he's actually a very quick learner and likes to learn little tricks and stuff. he's also quite the prankster which is only funny if you're not the one getting pranked 💀

- he learns that you broke off from your village since they didn't agree with your methods of combining modern technology with traditional methods, and since then you've been living in solitude

- you tell him that even though your means of meeting weren't conventional, you're happy that he showed up since his company makes you feel a little less alone

- and then he realizes he probably feels a lot a little bit more than platonic respect for you

- you don't really notice at first, but as the days go on you start noticing little gifts and trinkets that just kinda,,, appear on your kitchen table

- it starts off with small things, like little handmade bracelets and ornaments that you wear proudly and hang up around your house

- but over the week they start getting a little bigger and flashy. hunted game, cleaned skulls of game with decorations and designs carved into them, even pelts of animals that YOU found difficult to catch and prepare

- you finally approach him about it one night while you're eating near the fire in your living room, and it takes him a second to realize it; you don't know that he's trying to court you

- he feels incredibly stupid for not considering the fact that humans and yautja probably don't operate the same in that department, and although he liked to pretend that he's all stoic and hardened, you swear you see some equivalent of a blush form on his features as he carefully explains it to you

- you're quiet as you think it over and he looks like he might pass out, but after a few seconds of thought you give him a grin and say "why didn't you say something sooner?"

- he's almost annoyed at your response, but his pouting only lasts for a second before you shower him in gentle kisses all over his face

- time passes on and he eventually fixes his ship, but instead of parting he proposes that you just come with him

- you're nervous at first, but after packing your valuables and hunting materials, you both head off to the main ship to start a new life among the stars

{ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 :) }

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misaverawrites · 2 years

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hi since your title says requests are open i decided to go for it! i love your greys writing, and i especially appreciate the owen fic. i was wondering if you could write something where he calms the reader down from an anxiety/panic attack? he always seems so steady in moments like that and i think it would make a great one shot. thank you, your writing is phenomenal! ❤️ (my pronouns are she/her)

Sanctuary (Owen Hunt x Reader)

a/n: i'm gonna apologize now for that other owen fic a bit ago lmaooo

tags: female reader, description of panic attacks, Owen holds you, kisses

summary: You have a panic attack and Owen helps you recover.

Sweat formed on your brow, everything was going wrong in this moment and you were at a loss on what to do. Her heart was beating too hard and you'd had to rush her into surgery. You were confident in your abilities but right now, you were at a total and complete loss. "She died, Doctor... You have to call it."

This was your patient. Jennifer Carlyle. 24 years old, born with a heart defect that was supposed to be an easy fix. It hadn't bothered her for 17 years until it did. You'd been with her every step of the way and you were the lead surgeon on her case. She was the first patient you'd ever lost in surgery. "Time of death... 9:35am." You then walked out quickly into the scrub room. You threw your surgical cap across the scrub room tears streaming quickly as you threw your gloves away in the medical waste bin. You see people leave the gallery and feel their eyes watching you as you begin to scrub, the minutes felt like hours as you do so, watching the janitors clean the O.R. and the morgue take Jennifer.

When you finish, the reality truly sets in. Jennifer was really dead, she was the first person to ever die at your hands. You knew she wouldn't be the last and that thought haunted you, deeply. Maybe I shouldn't become a surgeon. You thought, Maybe I still have time to become a cardiologist or pulmonologist. You couldn't deal with the idea of people dying because of you. You knew it was part of the job, you accepted it. Until now, when it happened to you. She didn't have any family, you didn't have anyone to tell. The feelings just bubbled in your chest as you began to trudge to the attending's lounge with a dead look in your eyes and the feeling of weight upon your shoulders and chest. It was becoming almost hard to breathe.

You open the door to the resident's locker room. Quickly slamming it shut, sitting up against the back of the row of cubbies, holding your knees to your chest. Your breathing becomes heavy and your chest becomes tight. You begin to wail, not caring who hears or sees it, as you do so; your mind begins to wonder. Maybe I don't deserve to be the chief resident. Thoughts like those flood your mind in a negative, angry flood of thoughts as the tears begin to flow more and more. You hear the door open, quickly shutting up and staying where you are. You hear footsteps and then see Owen, your boyfriend and teacher, as he comes to sit in front of you, eyes full of anxiety.

"Hey, hey, look at me," Owen murmurs, wiping tears away from your face as you shake your head, "Okay... just breathe with me. 1, 2, 3... in... 1, 2, 3... out..." He continues with the exercise as you follow him, trying your best to calm down, when you calm down enough Owen wraps his arms around you. Your breathing feels constricted once more as you keep thinking about Jennifer.

"It's my fault, Owen... She's dead because of me." You mutter into his chest as he shushes you a bit, rocking you back and forth for just a moment in time. "It isn't your fault, she just had complications from the defect and there was nothing you could do." He brushes his hand through your hair as you wail into his chest.

"I shouldn't be a surgeon, Owen. I can't handle it... I can't handle killing someone. They should fire me from the chief resident, I'm not good enough..!" You know what he's gone through, how many people died because of mistakes he made. "You're an amazing chief resident, love... and you're an amazing cardiothoracic surgeon... You still have a lot to learn but that's what the attendings are here for. You will be an incredible surgeon. I promise. You need to stay a surgeon to get there..."

You suddenly realize that you've calmed down just through talking to Owen, you're still hurting so much, you know it will hurt for a long, long time but, as Owen rubs your back and kisses your forehead with so much love.

You pull away from Owen, breathing in his scent as he helps you stand up and wipes the tears away from your cheeks with his thumb. He kisses your cheek tenderly, “I’m going to take you home, you can’t do any more surgery for the day. That’s an order.” He says in a voice that is stern, yet kind before kissing your temple.

He wraps an arm around you as the two of you walk out of the hospital, wrapped around him as he helps you into his truck. “Wait… my scrubs are still bloody.” Owen shakes his head, “It’s fine, promise.” He smiles kindly as he starts his truck, and the two of you drive off to your shared apartment. You sigh, exhausted, and lay against the seat. He smiles at you once more, you’ll always remember Jennifer and it’ll always hurt you even a little bit, but with Owen by your side. You know you can do anything, surgery or otherwise.

When the two of you get to your apartment, he leads you upstairs and opens the door. He walks you to your bedroom and helps you out of your scrubs into a pair of sweatpants and one of his T-Shirts. He helps you into bed and throws your scrubs into a tub to get the blood out. He kisses your forehead once more as he covers you with the comforter and pushes a strand of hair out of your face. “Get some rest. I’ll be home soon and make us dinner. I love you.” He whispers before turning the lights out to the bedroom.

You lie in the dark, exhausted and sorrowful for the woman you lost, but in this moment. You’re incredibly thankful to have Owen with you to be your rock and the love of your life.

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I have a request for your future work. If you are comfortable writing this topic, I'd love to read it.

I have always had very bad cramps when I'm on my period. I also have PMS so I struggle with pain a week before my period starts. And It makes me think, if I could not let go of this cruel pain until menopause, I'd rather stop living. (Sorry it sounds heavy)

I want Bucky to comfort women who are struggling with serious period cramps ( Dysmenorrhea ) and PMS.

Thank you for reading my request! You can ignore this if you are not feeling right!

I love you so much❤️

Of course!!!

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PMS for Please Make it Stop

Bucky x reader

Summary: Reader suffers from severe cramps and PMS symptoms on and in between her periods. Bucky, her boyfriend, comforts her as much as he can.

Word count: 1666

Warnings: talk of everything that comes with periods, pain and cramps, PMS, fluff

A/N: Thank you for the request, and I am so sorry that it’s so painful for you! I’ve had a lot of experience with “that time of the month” feeling completely unbearable, and I hope that this fic is helpful! I don’t know exactly what you’re going through because each person has different symptoms with different severities and time spans. I truly hope that this helps you! I’m always here to talk as a fellow person with periods and the emotions that come with them!

Tags: @mardema @buckfics @stucky-on-spiderman @buckys2thicc @abitgryffindorky @barnesplums @thatfangirl42 @freigeistundanderes @babyboibucky

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You rolled over in bed, curling in on yourself and using your pillow to suppress a groan. It was early morning, you could tell because the sun was up but Bucky hadn’t left for his run with Steve yet. It was that time of the month again, the one you hated so goddamn much. The one every woman hated so much. But it was never just the few days of blood they had taught you about in sex ed.

You hadn’t been prepared for the cramps, bloating, mood swings, headaches, cravings, and pain…

So. Much. Pain.

You could handle blood, that wasn’t an issue for you. You had seen your share of bloodshed on the battlefield. It was the horrible cramps that felt like something was stabbing you from the inside out constantly for a week preceding the bloodshed that was too much for you. It paralyzed you in a way. It hurt to do anything at all. As much as you hated to admit it, you could deal with any cut, burn, or broken bone. But these cramps had you curled in a ball with tears in your eyes.

You let out another groan and felt Bucky stir next to you. He turned over and rubbed one of his hands up and down your arm and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Sweetheart, why are you awake?” he asked softly, sleep still lacing his voice. There were only 2 reasons that you would be awake. Either you had a nightmare, or...

You let out a small whimper as another wave of pain came over you.

...cramps.

“Hey, it’s okay, come here,” he said before carefully wrapping his arm around your stomach, rubbing small circles over your stomach. He brought his body flush against you so his chest to your back, without squeezing you too tightly. You sighed in relief, his warm body easing your pain slightly. He pressed soft kisses to your temple, whispering reassuring words in your ear.

He had learned a lot rather quickly when it came to helping you with your pain. He hadn’t known much at all at first, growing up in the 40’s where people never talked about it. When he had first walked in on you curled in the fetal position, crying and whimpering, he had been so worried. So when you referred to it as ‘just a period’ and that ‘it’s happened before', he was very confused.

He thought a period was something you ended a sentence with.

You had sent him to Nat and Wanda to explain what was happening. You had synced up with them naturally, but their cramps weren’t as severe as you. Everyone's experiences of periods, their symptoms, and PMS differently, but they felt bad for the severity of yours.

He was very confused as to why he had to ask other people about your pain. When he approached the two wide-eyed and confused, asking why you were in severe pain with no injuries, they had to try not to laugh.

They explained the basics to him, and what was off-limits. No assuming it was happening because of mood swings, no expecting you to keep functioning at peak condition, no mentioning how the emotional mood swings were happening

He was just in awe of it - how women were expected to just act naturally as if they weren’t bleeding at a constant rate while dealing with horrible pain and emotional mood swings. He thought that it was amazing that it was expected that they act naturally.

It took a little bit of trial and error and a lot of patience on both your parts, but he knew how he could help make these days as bearable as he could.

He would spend these days close to you, showing you a lot of affection. He would be gentle and patient with you, reminding you how much he loved you. He would get you anything you needed, be it food or pads or tampons. Once you had sent him to get pads and tampons and he had come back with one of every box with a sheepish look on his face.

“I didn’t know which ones you wanted so I got...all of them.”

You had laughed so hard that it hurt, but it was worth it. He made you promise not to tell Sam.

But eventually, he had learned what you needed. How he could help. The heat helped ease your cramps, so he’d hold you close, but not tightly. Rubbing your stomach helped too, in slow, lazy circles.

While he hated seeing you in pain, he loved taking care of you. Anything he could do to help you he would do.

Another cramp made you shift slightly, trying to find the impossible position that would help relieve the constant pain. You let out a small groan, trying to curl in tighter on yourself. Bucky pressed a small kiss to your temple.

“It’s okay angel, it’s alright.”

“It hurts,” you said, voice cracking.

“I know it does, I know,” he said, using his left hand to brush some hair out of your face.

“I just want it to stop hurting so much,” you said, letting out another pained whimper.

“I can’t imagine,” he said, sincerely. He couldn’t imagine the same pain every month with no relief or solution. He knew just how strong you were, strong as anyone on the team if not stronger. Seeing you in this much pain must have meant it was unbearable.

“I can’t make it go away but I’m here to do whatever I can to help, okay?” he whispered against your skin.

“I’m sorry about this,” you said.

Bucky took a deep breath. “Did you choose to go through this?” he asked softly.

“N-no.”

“Then you have nothing to apologize for.”

You nodded slightly, your heart melting. You tried to take slow and even breaths. After a few moments passed, he asked “Can I help you to the shower? You always say how much the hot water helps.”

You paused for a moment before you nodded, and he pressed another kiss to your temple before standing up and moving to the other side of the bed to help you stand. Moving from your position sounded like the worst idea right now, but you took a deep breath before taking his hands. You sat up slowly, groaning as your hand wrapped around your stomach. You stood up shortly after, bending forward slightly as you made your way to the bathroom with Bucky. He had noticed a bloodstain on the bed, but he didn’t say anything. You didn’t need to know that.

He turned on the water for you, checking the temperature every few moments. Once he deemed that it was hot enough but wasn’t going to burn your skin, he told you and gave you a quick hug before giving you some privacy. You had always enjoyed intimate showers together just...not when you had your period to worry about. When he closed the door, you started to slowly undress to get into the shower. You got into the shower, sighing in relief as it helped soothe your cramps.

Bucky, meanwhile, was working fast. First he texted Steve that he wouldn’t be able to make it to training today, knowing he would understand. He then moved to make the bed with clean sheets, so you wouldn't see the small bloodstain on the current ones. He didn’t want you to worry or feel bad about it. He grabbed a pair of sweatpants and one of his t-shirts that you had always loved. He cracked the bathroom door open and placed them on the counter, careful not to disturb you. He then quickly ran down to the kitchen, still empty for the moment, and grabbed a few of your favorite snacks along with a few water bottles to bring back upstairs.

When he came back to the room, he noticed the water had been turned off. He set the water and snacks on the bedside table as you opened the bathroom door, hair in a messy bun and looking much more refreshed. “Feeling better?”

“A little,” you said quietly before wincing slightly. Bucky gave you a small smile before taking your hand and bringing you over to the bed, him sitting down and leaning against the headboard. He helped you sit down between his legs so you were able to lean your back against his chest. You laid your head back against him and he wrapped his arms around you so his human arm was on your lower stomach, his metal arm resting over it. You let out a small sigh, relaxing back against him. He pressed a small kiss to your temple, rubbing smooth lazy circles on your stomach.

“Try to get some rest, doll.” he whispered. “We can watch your favorite movie when you wake up.”

You turned slightly to look up at him. “But you hate that movie.”

“But you don’t,” he said simply.

You felt tears brim your eyes even though it felt so stupid. “I love you, Bucky.’

“I love you too angel,” he whispered, pressing a last kiss to the side of your head. “Try to get some rest.”

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