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hiyaa girlyy!! so i have a fic request and it's totally fine if you don't want to write / don't feel comfortable reading or doing it: and also, i'm not sure if someone thought of this yet, but how about spencer just being friends with a stripper. like their are murders ongoing abt strippers and spencer sees reader at one of the crime scènes and everybody's shocked since their sooo sweet and comfortable together? (and bonus point if she wears his jacket or something since it's cold)
thank you for your request! if you have more requests for this pairing please send them my way!
"I tried to call you!"
Hotch looks up from his phone at the shout. He'd been texting Jessica one handed in an attempt to tell her and Jack that he won't be home tonight, and he isn't usually easily startled, but he isn't expecting you to talk to him. Or call him.
He blinks back his fatigue —you're obviously not talking to him. You're almost nondescript in your hoodie, but Hotch isn't confident you're wearing any pants, or underwear. It was a rush job to bring everyone out from the club, and you and the rest of the dancers stand on the sidewalk in various states of undress.
"Can we get some jackets, please?" Hotch asks, turning back to the beat cops standing by. "Thermal blankets? Anything?"
When he turns back, Spencer's not where he was. Hotch casts his gaze back to you near the club doors, your hair messed up from the scuffle but your face intricate and untouched, just as pretty as the rest of your fellow dancers, and doubly so as you throw your arms around Spencer Reid's tall shoulders.
"I'm so glad you're okay," Spencer says, squeezing you hard, your heels lifting off of the rain-sullied sidewalk. "I told you to stay home!"
"I can't stay home, Spencer. How would I make money?"
"I'll pay for the hours you miss, I told you that, too."
"Baby, you couldn't afford it," you tease lightly, setting back down. Your hand immediately rises to Spencer's cheek, your painted nails scratching delicately at his skin. "I've missed you. Where have you been?"
"California, then Albuquerque."
"Killing bad guys?"
Hotch doesn't consider Spencer a lonely guy, and he doesn't think he'd ever be collected enough to enter a strip club, and yet. There he is, hugging and checking over a stripper with as much care and tenderness as he'd show any member of the team. And judging by your smile, you're enamoured with him. Whether romantically or otherwise is anyone's guess.
Morgan's, apparently. "Sorry, I'm sorry, does Reid have a girlfriend? Like, a…?"
"You can say stripper," Emily says, though she's similarly nonplussed. "I mean, there's no way. Right?"
"They're just friends," JJ says.
The team turns to her in betrayal. Clearly, JJ knew about this and said nothing, and Hotch has things to do but this is so thoroughly bizarre that he gives himself five minutes of curiosity; he lets the others berate her for answers.
"Come on, JJ! When did this happen? How did this happen?" Emily asks, her voice dropping to a scandalised whisper.
In the background, Spencer peels out of his jacket that barely fits around your shoulders. You wear it anyhow, wrapping your arm through his and leaning on his shoulder. "Thanks, Dr. Reid."
"I really wish you'd stay home when I tell you too." He rubs your arm amicably.
"Her old boss was a typical heavy-handed sleaze," JJ explains, voice soft with sympathy. "Spence said he used to see her at the grocery store with bruises. She stayed with him for a few days and found a new club… He said she can smile through anything, even a broken wrist."
Hotch understands. This part of Virginia pretends to be better than it is, and while you seem happy enough now in your profession, he knows it can't be easy. Spencer did for you what he would've done for anyone. You've clearly seen the good in him, treating him with a real and easy affection, adoring through shivers as you look up at him and ask, "Are you eating enough? You look tired."
"I'm exhausted worrying about you. You're exhausting. Like, where are the sweatpants I got you? You'll get hypothermia."
"I was trying not to get murdered. You're lucky I grabbed the hoodie." You turn to the team, as though you've known they were watching the entire time. "You wanna introduce me to your friends?" you ask. Hotch detects a hint of insecurity under all your bubbly sweetness.
Spencer laughs loudly, ushering you forward with a hand on your shoulder. "Don't chicken out this time."
"Don't embarrass me in front of the special agents!" you whisper.
"I'm a special agent."
"No, you're a doctor. He's a special agent." Your gaze narrows in on Hotch. "Hi, you're the boss, huh?" You eye his naked marriage finger briefly, and he knows you're kidding, but he still has to fight to stay expressionless as you continue, "How come handsome guys like you don't ever wanna see me dance?"
Hotch puts out his hand. "Aaron Hotchner. It's nice to meet you."
You shake his hand, though you stay as close to Spencer as you can manage without stepping on his shoes. "Right. Too respectful. It's really nice to meet you too, Agent Hotchner. Can you catch the bad guy soon? I'll end up on Spencer's cough again if I don't make rent."
Morgan opens his mouth and Hotch promptly shuts him down with a raised hand. "We will. You have my word."
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synopsis: girls with cute tummies and soft thighs and extra chub in different places can also date hot popstar boys okay? okay.
word count: 2.1 k
contains: plus size reader, non au harry, fluff, mentions of body image and insecurities, harry being obsessed with his girlfriend
A/N: the start of a new thing called 'soft girl sundays' which I'm starting !! i wrote this for wp a few months ago but it's one of my fave things I've written so I'm re-posting it here. it's cheesy and fun and harry's obsessed with his girl !! i know for a lot of us girlies sometimes it feels like we take up too much space and we're always made to feel smaller mentally, physically, in every way really but you have much of a right to be here as everyone else so take up alllll the space u need !! women are beautiful and majestic no matter their size 💘
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My girls' in the audience tonight.
I look past the curtain across the stage and see her in the VIP section.
Even without the stage lights shining on her, she's glowing.
She's wearing a shirt with my initials stitched over her heart and every time she lifts her arms, I see her soft tummy and the dimples on her back when she spins. Her thick thighs are on show as she wears the smallest pink skirt known to man. Her hair falls past her shoulder and down her back and her cute cheeks turn pink as she smiles when she speaks to some of the team who stand with her.
She's the living embodiment of the divine feminine and I can't ever seem to get over the fact that she's all mine.
The music begins to play and I watch as her face lights up with excitement. She's seen this show over a few dozen times but she never fails to be just as excited as the first time she saw me walk on stage with a hickey on my neck that she'd put there moments before.
When it's my queue, I skip onto the stage and my ears nearly burst as the sound of people screaming over the music starts to fill the stadium. She's smiling, she's cheering, she's singing the words to every single song. She's so pretty and she's all I see.
When the show ends, I walk backstage to my dressing room. Normally I'd run into a car and get the Hell out of there before crowds of people start to fill up the streets to get home, but this time, Y/N was here and I knew how much anxiety she felt whenever we had to rush to be somewhere.
I walked in and accepted the compliments from my team after another successful show. Paris was a city I held close to me so it was always a fun time when we played.
I gulped down a glass of water and felt arms snake around my waist. I immediately grinned when I saw the lilac-painted nails that matched my very own. I feel her nuzzle her face into my back before I twist in her embrace and look into the eyes of the girl I love with everything in me.
"Hi baby," I whisper, stroking her cheek that still had glitter on it.
"Hi Harry," Y/N murmurs, her eyes tired but full of happiness.
"Y' okay?" I hold her, feeling her soft skin beneath my hand. She was so soft and cuddly.
"I'm okay." She smiles, lazily. "You did so good up there. I nearly cried,"
I laugh, "You always nearly cry."
"That's because I'm proud of you." She shrugs.
We sit on the couch and she straddles my lap, her skirt riding up and I nearly choke when I catch a glimpse of her lacy underwear. I put my hands on her thighs and squeeze them softly. "You excited for our trip tomorrow?" I asked, staring at her lips and suddenly feeling the temptation to kiss them. I did and she happily accepted.
We had a few days before the next show so we decided to head down to the South of France and spend a few days in Nice. We haven't been on a trip together in a while other than the tour locations so we made the most of the little time we had in between shows to spend as much time as we could together.
She nods, "I bought a new swimsuit just for the occasion."
I groan, my head falling back against the couch, "You kill me."
She giggles, "love you."
I immediately smile. "I love you too," I kiss her.
The morning after the show, we woke up early to make our flight down to Nice. Y/N whines the entire time because she's not a morning person and refuses to step one foot out of bed until I force her.
She sleeps on my chest the entire journey there, wearing an oversized hoodie with the hood up. "My whole heart is inside y'." I murmur as her cheek presses against my chest and makes her lips all pouty, light snores falling from them. I lightly push some of her baby hairs back from her face and trace my thumb over the soft skin of her cheek.
We arrive and head straight to our room at the hotel to drop our bags off before heading to the beach. Y/N immediately opens the doors to the balcony and gasps when she looks out at the view. "Harry, it's beautiful," Y/N says in awe.
I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her tummy, squeezing the softest part of her. I loved all the parts of her but her tummy was my absolute favourite. She always complained about it. How it stuck out when she wore tight clothing and even more so after eating. 'Harry I already have a tummy? Why punish me further by making it bigger after I eat? Seems unfair don't you think?' I'd spend the whole journey home telling her how beautiful she looked and how I loved watching her enjoy the food she loves and then I'd hold her in bed and run circles on her little, bloated belly because I had made it my life's mission to show as much love to the little chub of a tummy she had.
I pull on my swim shorts and a white linen shirt, leaving the buttons undone. I pack my beach bag for our beach towels and my book as well as my film camera and sun lotion.
Y/N walks out of the bathroom. Her hair in loose curls from the heat and her face already sunkissed and pretty. My mouth falls open when I take in the small, blue bikini on her body, revealing her soft curves and every perfect inch of her.
"Do you like it?" She blushes, acting like she's not the hottest girl I've ever seen in my entire life.
It tied at her waist and around her neck, my immediate thought being how easy it would be to take it off her and spend the entire day in bed, making out or whatever. I honestly couldn't care less as long as she's there.
"Baby," I dropped the bag on the floor and made my way towards her, pinching her chin between my thumb and forefinger and tilting her head back so I could kiss her at the perfect angle.
She whines and the sound nearly has me dropping to my knees. "You're fucking unbelievable."
"You really think so?" She bites back a smile, "You don't think I need to hide my stretch marks?" My heart aches at how unsure she sounded, the fact she even had to ask made me want to pick her up and kiss each stretch mark on her body.
"No, my love," I shake my head, kissing the stretch marks at the top of her left breast and feeling her heart racing at the delicate touch. "You have absolutely nothing to hide from anybody. Y' beautiful and you're mine,"
She smiles and kisses me again.
We head down to the beach to the reserved sunbeds. Y/N lays out her towel and sits down to apply sun cream to her arms and legs. I help her do her back, massaging her shoulders and trying not to combust as she rolls her head to the side and moans at the feeling.
I literally have a crush on this woman.
And she's my fucking girlfriend.
What did I do to get this lucky in life?
"Let's go in the water baby," I held her hand and we walked to the water, stepping in together.
She wraps her arms and legs around me when we're deep enough in the water. I squeeze her ass and she gasps, swatting me gently. "What?" I look at her innocently.
"There's people watching." She hides her face in my neck and I turn us both around to catch sight of the paparazzi hiding behind the trees and snapping pictures of us.
I release a sigh and pull her face back to get a better look at her. If there was one thing that could make my girlfriend second guess herself, it was the paparazzi constantly posting her pictures online and allowing people to berate her for how she looked.
"Please don't let them ruin your day my love," I kiss her shoulder, still holding her in my arms. "I promise, you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."
"You promise?" She pouts.
"Feel this," I reach for her hand and guide her to the small bit of chub on my hip.
She gasps, "You have chub too!"
I rolled my eyes but smiled at the same time, her excitement was adorable. "Everyone's got something they're insecure about. No matter how hard I've tried I can't seem to get rid of it, maybe it's from all the cakes you've been making but how am I meant to say no to such a pretty face?"
She squeals in delight when I pinch her sides and giggles as I press kisses to her face. "Wanna go and sunbathe for a little, baby?" She nods and we both walk out of the water so she can sit in the sun for a bit.
I spend more time in the water and come out to find Y/N verging on the brink of sleep. I smirk as I crawl between her legs and lay between her thighs, sighing softly as I turn my head away from the sun and press a kiss to her inner thigh. She reaches down and runs her fingers through my wet hair, her nails scratching my scalp.
After midday, I order food to be sent up to our room. Y/N's passed out on the sunbed so I gently shake her awake, "Hi baby," Her pretty eyes flutter open, "Need you to drink something darling, you've been in the sun for a while." She slowly sits up and rubs her eyes with the back of her hand. I unscrew the cap of the water bottle and pass it to her, watching as she almost drinks the whole thing.
"I got us room service to be delivered. Want to head back upstairs for a bit?" Her cheeks were red and her hair was all frizzy due to the humidity. She nodded and we packed our things up and made our way back to our hotel room.
Our food was already laid out on the balcony by the time we walked into the room. I had left the air conditioning on so the room was nice and cool since Y/N struggled to sleep when it was too hot and stuffy.
She was wearing my linen shirt over her bikini and I couldn't help but stare at her ass as I followed her to the table outside.
There was fruit, bread and pastries laid out on a spread at the table as well as a glass of red wine and some orange juice. Y/N sat on one of the chairs with one leg hitched up as she ate some of her baguette and cheese, her favourite snack to eat when we were in France.
"Are you having fun, my love?" I asked, taking a bite of fresh watermelon.
She nods quickly, "It's the best. Anytime with you is always the best,"
"Come sit here," I motion and move my chair out, patting my thigh. She doesn't hesitate and stands up to sit down on my lap.
I kissed the back of her neck and put one hand on her hip, my thumb traced the edge of the waistband of her bikini bottoms, slipping under the material to trail soft circles over her hip bones.
"I'm keeping you forever, I hope you know that," I murmur, appreciating this intimate moment between us which didn't happen as often as I liked them to but we made do.
"I hope so," She whispers.
I loved this girl for all she was. There is nothing in this world that could change just how much I adored her.
"Harry," She says my name, "This bikini is pretty easy to take off you know."
I choke, eyes widening and seeing the smirk on her face. I pick her up, her legs wrapping around me and her ankles locking behind my back. "Is that a challenge or a request?" I kiss her lips, tasting the saltiness of the sea on them.
"Both," She says in between kisses.
This girl.
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I second the ask about Hotch's daughter with endometriosis!!! I'd like to see that
I just finished it ♡
Aaron Hotchner x daughter!reader
You truly wondered how women with endometriosis survived periods before thermotherapy products were invented. Hot water bottles and heating pads were a necessity for you during this time of the month. It wasn’t that they made the pain go away - they just made it bearable enough to allow you small bits of time where you could do something more than laying down.
At the moment, a hot water bottle and a maxed out dose of Ibuprofen were holding you together - barely. After twenty minutes at school, you were sent home by your English teacher, who was concerned about your nauseous complexion. Somehow, you'd managed to do some make-up work before taking a long (and much-needed) nap.
With your dad away on a case, the list of chores was longer than normal, but the pain made moving nearly impossible, much less cleaning. Dishes needed to be put away, the kitchen table needed to be cleared, and he laundry hamper was flooded with clothes, but there was no way you could do any of it while your insides felt like they were going to fall out. The only thing you absolutely had to do was pick Jack up from school. Everything else could wait.
All the energy you’d gathered went into the ten minute drive to and from picking up your brother. He requested a snack as soon as you got home, which you somehow managed to make him food without screaming in pain. It took every ounce of energy you had left to sit at the table with your brother as he did his homework.
The pain and fatigue clouded your brain, so much so that you hardly noticed the door to the apartment open.
“Dad!” Jack jumped up his seat and down the hall toward him.
“Hey buddy,” Hotch said. The tone of his voice was a testament to his exhaustion, but a happiness to be home.
“Dad, I made this painting in art class and I really want to show you. It's in my bedroom. Come look!” Jack didn’t give your dad a moment of rest.
“Okay,” he chuckled. “I'll be there in a minute.”
Jack’s feet pounded against the floor, running to his room in anticipation. Your dad’s longer, slower footsteps followed behind. As soon as he appeared in the doorway, you could tell the case has been a hard one. He looked beyond exhausted, horrors still haunting his eyes and crushing his spirit. Not even your little brother's innocent greeting could extinguish what your dad had endured over the past few days.
“Hey, dad,” you greeted him with as much enthusiasm as you could muster up.
“Hi sweetheart.” He planted a quick kiss atop your head before moving to the kitchen. “Where are all the plates?”
A displeasement crossed your dad’s face. You'd meant to empty the dishwasher earlier that day, but the pain body had stopped you.
“Still in the dishwasher,” you said, holding back a wince as your stomach cramped.
“I thought we talked about this.”
“We did, but-”
“You’re almost an adult. I expect you to start showing up like one.” He was calm but stern. Unblinking eyes bore into you. It made you want to cry.
Hotch turned and left the kitchen, his calm footsteps indicating he was going to Jack's room.
Despite the pain radiating through your body, you stood up and carefully made your way to the dishwasher to unload it. As soon as you leaned over to lower the door, a stabbing sensation penetrated your gut. Dizziness washed over your head and blackened your vision. In an instant, you had crumbled to the floor.
You weren't even aware that you'd let out a cry of pain until your dad was kneeling next to you, a gentle hand caressing your face. Through teary, blurry vision, you could just make out the worry in his fearures.
“It hurts,” you choked out.
“I know,” he said gently. “I'm here. I've got you.”
Strong arms lifted you off the kitchen floor, carrying you to the couch. A heating pad was laid across your stomach and a straw was brought up to your lips with the gentle encouragement to drink.
When you managed to open your eyes, Hotch was next to you, a look of concern on his normally serious face.
"Hi, sweetheart." The words were the same as before, but his tone was different.
"Hi," you whispered.
"Here," Hotch brought a hand behind your back and used the other to hand you a bottle of water, "have some water."
You took gentle sips. Your father’s hand still rested on your back, rubbing it soothingly.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"You didn't make me get up." It was true.
"No, but I jumped to conclusions about what you were able to do and it made you feel like you had to do something that caused you pain." Sometimes having a profiler for a dad was a good thing. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," you said.
Hotch helped you lay down again, covering you with a warm blanket. "Can I get you anything?"
You snuggled into the blanket and adjusted the heating pad to sit in the best place for easing pain. "Just the TV remote."
Your dad smiled - his small but rare smile - before handing you the remote. The rest of the afternoon would be filled with watching bad TV and chick flicks, but he didn't mind. If it made you just a little more comfortable, then it was worth it.
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Hiiiii! I am squeezing into your inbox to
1. Congratulate you on your achievement. You deserved it sweetheart and I am so happy for you (maybe even a lil jealous! Hihi). Keep up the wonderful work and keep bringing joy and comfort to other people!
2. To request something!
I want some Vanilla-Mango ice creams in a cup with Maple syrup.
All of this for my one and only bunny Mirko! 🐇🤍I love ya girl!
Stay awesome!
A/N: thank you so much, honeypot! Your support means everything. I hope you'll like this short piece, and please forgive me if the character isn't quite right — it's my first time writing for Bunny Hero Mirko! ♥
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The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the city, painting the buildings with shades of gold and amber. You were walking through the park, lost in thought, when you spotted Mirko sitting on a bench, her prosthetic leg resting beside her. Her expression was distant, her eyes fixed on something far away.
Approaching her, you noticed the faint lines of pain etched on her face. You knew about her recent struggles with phantom pains, the cruel reminders of the limbs she had lost during the war. "Hey, Mirko," you greeted softly, taking a seat beside her.
She glanced at you, offering a small, weary smile. "Hey, Y/N," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of exhaustion.
"Is everything alright?" you inquired, concern coloring your words as you noticed the faint lines of strain etched upon her face.
Mirko sighed, her gaze returning to the horizon. "Just another rough day, I guess," she admitted, her fingers tracing the contours of her prosthetic leg. "The phantom pains have been acting up again."
You reached out, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Rumi. That sounds really tough."
She looked at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. "It is," she admitted. "It's like… I can still feel them, you know? My missing arm and leg. Sometimes, it's like they're still there, and it hurts so much…"
You squeezed her shoulder gently, offering your support. "I can't even begin to imagine how hard that must be for you. But I'm here for you, okay? You're not alone. You never were, sweetie."
Mirko's eyes softened, and she leaned into your touch, finding solace in your presence. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
You hurried to a nearby store to grab two bottles of water and some mochi. When you returned, you paused behind a large tree, watching Mirko.
She was someone you deeply admired, one of the few people who truly inspired you. Her toughness was unmatched, and secretly, you yearned to possess even a fraction of her spirit, to be as brave as she was. She was your role model.
You spent the rest of the afternoon with Mirko, talking, laughing, and sharing stories, sitting on that bench. You listened as she opened up about her fears and insecurities, her dreams and aspirations. And through it all, you were there for her, offering words of encouragement and comfort.
As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the park, Mirko turned to you, her eyes shining with gratitude. "You know," she began, her voice trembling slightly, "even on my darkest days, knowing that I have you by my side makes everything a little bit brighter."
You smiled, feeling your heart swell with warmth. "And you make everything brighter for me too, Mirko. You're strong, resilient, and incredibly brave. I admire you so much."
Mirko's smile widened, and she reached out, taking your hand in hers. "Thank you," she said softly. "That means the world to me. After Jaku and the war, things really shifted," she said, her brow creasing slightly. "It's not like it broke me, but I've been feeling more uncertain. About everything, really. Even my own abilities."
You met Mirko's gaze with a gentle smile. "Rumi," you began softly, squeezing her hand in reassurance, "you have no idea how many lives you've touched with your bravery. In the chaos of Jaku and the war, you were a beacon of hope for so many. Every leap you took, every punch you threw, they weren't just acts of courage — they were beacons of light in the darkness for all those who lost their hope. You saved countless lives with your unwavering determination and your indomitable spirit. Never doubt your abilities, my dear Rabbit Hero Mirko," you urged gently, your words a steadfast anchor amidst the uncertainty. "You are a hero in every sense of the word, and the world is a brighter place because of you. The echoes of your courage will never fade."
Mirko leaned into you, resting her head on your shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice tinged with emotion. "I think that's exactly what I needed to hear today."
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A Date of Destiny
Lo'ak, Neteyam, Jake x Avatar Reader
How he asked you out
Lo'ak
You were well known around the village for being lo'aks partner and crime and it was surprising to most when he started avoiding you to spend more time with kiri and your dad and it kinda hurt you to say the last not even a glance or explanation just radio silence what even hurt more is that your birthday was coming up and you were planning to spend it with him but guess that plan was thrown out the window so you just spent time around the lab and in your room avoiding all human and na'vi contact.
The morning of your birthday you woke up pretty late and didn't really see a sense to get up because you didn't have any plans till you noticed a letter with a flower attached to it slide underneath your door so you went over opening up your door looking left and right but whoever left the letter was long gone so you shrugged before picking up the letter and reading it.
Dear Yn
Happy birthday and I'm so sorry I've been ignoring you these past few weeks I've been trying to figure something out and I finally realized what it was I needed I need you more then a friend I've had this feeling for a long time but didn't have the courage to tell you so I talked to kiri and your dad who said this is the way to do it so I've taken writing classes to do this and if you accept my feelings I'll be waiting by our usual spot.
When you got to your usual spot it was decorated and full of color and in the middle stood lo'ak holding a beautiful flower and one of your favorite snacks "will you be my girlfriend" he asked stepping forward "of course I will".
Neteyam
You and neteyam have been friends since birth and grew up together but things have become a bit rocky with his training and he always seemed to be a bit irritated so you took a step back and didn't hang around him that much and more with the younger sullys.
Over the days he slowly started hanging around you more and more slowly starting to get back to normal but he told you about his upcoming hunt"you'll be gone for 3 weeks" you murmured it wasn't such a bad thing but things were going great and you didn't want to have to start over.
"Yn when you ignored me I realized two things, the first thing I realized is that I love you and wish to have you as mine, the second is that I'm terrified I'm gonna lose you to another man" he clasped your hands in his as he pulled you close.
"I need you to be mine" and with that he silently used one of hands to pull a beautiful piece of jewelry out of his pocket and had it to you it had your favorite stone in the middle and it gleamed in the light "so will you be mi-" you cut him off with a kiss.
Jake
You and jake came to pandora together and learned about the na'vi together and fought for the freedom of pandora and once the war was over, you two finally become one of the people and get to choose a mate, neytiri and jake were close so you left him alone even though it hurt it just how it is or so you thought.
You and tsu'tey hung out a bit but it was completely platonical he saw you as a sister and you see him as a over protective brother "come on tsutsu" you laughed loudly as he just gave you playful glare "no I cannot tell you where we are going" as he led you through the forest but as soon as you passed through the bush your breath was taken away.
It was a beautiful scene with glow in the dark plants illuminating the tall trees and leading up to jake who stood proudly at the end when you turned to tsu'tey but he was gone "motherfucker" you muttered before going to join your friend "hey jake" you smiled as your eyes shined in the dark "what do you need" you asked staring up at him his skin still hold light traces of his war paint.
"Yn for the longest time I've know you, your a loving and caring person who always puts yourself last and other people first even if they strangers" he paused moving closer to you so you were just inches apart "your an amazing person I've always known that and I finally realized something" "and that is" you asked your heart flattering as he leaned down "I need you as mine".
#avatar#avatar pandora#avatar way of water#avatar x reader#avatar headcanons#avatar x reader headcannons#jake sully#jake sully headcanon#jake sully x reader#jake sully x reader headcannons#neteyam sully#neteyam sully headcannons#neteyam sully x reader#neteyam sully x reader headcannons#lo'ak sully#lo'ak sully headcannons#lo'ak sully x reader headcannons
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I can imagine Y/N coming back home from a date with Mirage and they just give Noah a call like "I'm so glad you tried to steal that car that day. You just got me a boyfriend, thanks, man!"
Mirage X Reader - Flirtatious Meeting Part 2 of 2 - Date Night
A/N - Hey, so I incorporated this into part 2, I hope you all enjoy it. I've watched the Mirage vids on Youtube an Ungodly amount of times until I can see the film again.
Warnings - None.
Rating - T
You were beyond upset upon coming back from Peru with Noah and the Autobots. In only a short while, you had been faced with the prospect of alien life, your planet had been threatened, and you had borne witness to the death of Airazor.
Moreover, your new friend and ally Mirage was… Well, Optimus Prime and the other Autobots assured you that he wasn’t dead, but that in giving up the majority of his body to be used as Noah’s battle armour, he wasn’t entirely functional. It was like Mirage was in a coma, and he would remain that way until his body was rebuilt around his processor and exoskeleton.
So much for your date, though after getting to know Mirage, you weren’t entirely sure if he had only been toying with you when you first met. Either way, you just wanted him to be okay.
Fortunately, Noah had promised you that he was going to do everything in his power to restore Mirage to his former glory, even if he had to use a network of his criminal friends to get spare parts.
You supposed that given the circumstances, you should be happy about how things had turned out. Stuck between relief at your planet’s survival, and despondency over all that had occurred, you settled for contentment with your scenario. When you got home, you would be sure to continue your old life, even if you felt that you had outgrown it exponentially.
Over the next few months, much changed, but there was a lot that stayed the same. You were given a job as part of a secret organisation that allowed you to continue working with the Autobots. Frankly, you felt rather out of your depth, but the Autobots had your back and insisted that you were one of the few humans they were willing to cooperate with; thanks to them, you didn’t have to worry about job security as you learned your way around your new role.
However, at the end of the night, you still went back to your old apartment, sometimes meeting up with friends, but more often than not, you were alone, due to conflicting schedules. Then, you would crash on the sofa, flick through some TV channels which usually disinterested you, and eventually call it a night and head to bed.
It was on such a night that Mirage found you. He stood on his tiptoes in the dead of night, trying to get a glimpse into your apartment, and it was there that he saw you watching E.T. of all things, snuggled in an old blanket hugging your knees to your chest.
Although Mirage always faked confidence to the best of his ability, he was somewhat concerned that you wouldn’t like the way he looked now. Before, his plating was beautiful, sleek Cybertronian plating with a paint job worth bragging about. Now however, he was a mess of spare parts, most of which were rusty and all of which had been upcycled from wrecked cars that weren’t worth thinking about.
Still, he was functional, and he had promised you a date.
Summoning a confident smile that would have earned him a free drink from the right bartender back home, Mirage tapped on your window.
You looked curiously over expecting to find children chucking pebbles at windows and then running away in an immature game. Upon seeing Mirage who gave a half wave, you jumped up, hurrying over and opening the window.
“So, I go away for a while and you cheat on me with an alien who can barely even talk,” Mirage remarked, gesturing to the TV.
“Oh my God, you’re okay,” You exclaimed unwilling to be sidetracked.
“I am.”
“And you’re really here.”
“In the metal plating.”
“And I’m in my pyjamas,” You finished lamely, looking down at the Marvin the Martian tee and sweatpants you were wearing.
You crossed your arms self-consciously.
“I’ve seen worse looks,” Mirage replied in a blasé manner.
You laughed quietly, tears reaching your eyes. “It’s good to see you Mirage… Are you really alright?”
“Alright? I’ve never been better. See, tonight’s our date night, so, unless you’re super invested in that shrivelled raisin, I believe I promised you a night at the drive-in.”
Mirage held out his servo for you to climb on. You glanced back into your apartment. “Okay, give me a sec to get changed.”
“No, no, no,” Mirage shook his head. “Keep the PJs. They’re cute. Besides, E.T. on the TV, Marvin the Martian on your clothes, a date with me. Call it a hunch but I think you’ve got a thing about aliens.”
“Let’s hope you have a thing for humans then, or this may not be a good match,” You winked flirtatiously.
“Oh, you better believe it, now come on, I’m itching to get back on the road.”
“Just promise me one thing.”
“Sure, whatever you want.”
“Drive as fast as you can.”
Mirage revved his engines excitedly, already finding you to be the most fascinating person in his life, “You bet!”
You sat in Mirage’s passenger seat, the two of you on a hill that overlooked the Drive-In. It was far better than being in the parking lot since this was just you and him, and he had hacked the theatre’s speakers so you could both hear the film through his radio.
The film playing was a new release, The Mask, and it had both you and Mirage howling with laughter.
Yet, while the movie played, you were still left wondering whether Mirage was serious about a relationship or whether this was just some fun game for him. After all, he was a magnificent, witty, giant robot, who had seen so much in his life traversing space. And you? Well, you were only human.
After the film was over, Mirage drove you back to your apartment, parking in the alley so he could lift you back up to your window.
“Tonight was fun,” You smiled. “…You’re fun.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m the best guy you’ve ever met,” Mirage complimented himself. “So, same time next week?”
“Sure. Sounds like a plan.”
“Alright, yeah!” Mirage pumped his fist to his body in celebration. “So I’ll see you later?”
“Any time you want.”
“And?”
“And…?” You asked cluelessly.
“And I deserve a little something before I go. A little kiss on the cheek. Something to think about while we’re apart.”
He motioned you over towards him with his helm, “Come on, gimme a little, a little sugar, a little boost for the night.”
You chuckled, leaning on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Mirage swivelled his head to kiss your lips at the last moment.
“Woo, yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” He exclaimed upon parting.
You blushed, “So, this is all real then. You’re actually serious about dating me? Even though I’m a human.”
“As serious as you are about dating an Autobot,” Mirage declared proudly.
“Good, ‘cos I’ll be thinking about that kiss all week… and thinking about what we can do together next week.”
“Oh, there we go. That’s a way to keep a guy motivated about a relationship. Mm, yeah, this is gonna be wild. All right, I’ll catch you later, baby.”
With that Mirage transformed and drove off, hooting and hollering. He got into three more police chases before returning to base, his excitement serving only to rile him up.
With Mirage out of sight, you hurried to grab your phone, picking up the phonebook with it and then punching in Noah’s number. You paced as far through your kitchenette as the landline would let you, twirling your fingers up in the cord.
“Hello, Noah Diaz speaking,” Noah answered dutifully, expecting that it would be a call from his mother’s work, demanding her to work overtime.
“Noah,” You squealed, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
“(Y/N)?”
“Mirage just came over. He looks great. Thank you for saving his life.”
“Yeah,” Noah said dazedly, “No worries.”
“Seriously Noah, I’m so glad you tried to steal him that night. You scored me the best boyfriend ever!”
#fanfiction#fanfic#reader insert#reader#transformers#maccadam#tf#mirage#mirage x reader#mirage x you#noah diaz#flirtatious meeting#date night#chapter 2#part 2#transformers rise of the beasts
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~Through the Nomad’s Eyes~
“It's not terribly often.
A few times a month, I'd say -- sometimes less.
Depends how much trouble I get in.
Day is dark with smoke, my vision is full of embers.
My eyes burn, the fires are hot.
Birds chirpin', people talkin' is replaced with screams.
Tall, proud buildings are suddenly collapsing.
I hear children cryin'...
I see dirt roads and pavement painted red.
Stalls and homes fall to stone and ash.
The smell is...indescribable.
Those screams...
It's unbelievable, what...godless sounds come out of a person, when they're bein' burned and mangled...
Or shot...
Or trampled...
Or crushed by debris...
The ground shakes, glass shatters.
It's pure chaos, but it's only a second.
Then, I blink my eyes...
And it's all over.
And my heart stops racin', and the ice in my veins melts.
'N I'm okay.
This doesn't usually happen when I'm somewhere peaceful.
Naw, it's usually when I'm gettin' myself into trouble helpin' folks.
Wherever there's a fire, when I hear screamin', when there's panic.
It affected me worse when I was younger, but I've learned how to push through it now.
It helps to remind myself that it's over, but...I know it'll always be with me.
I'll always be haunted by that day.
By the screams, and...by them gettin' quieter...
By the blood.
By the ash, the flames, the rumblin' of the earth.
By the empty vessels I climbed over -- bodies, people.
People someone loved.
Mothers.
Fathers.
Babies...
I'll always see those faces; sometimes when I close my eyes, they're lookin' back at me, hollow.
I knew some'a them...
People who took care'a me.
That day is the reason I look back, why I can't stay out'a harm's way.
Because I know what happens when hearts grow dark, what hurt and twisted people do to other people.
Maybe I can make a difference, maybe I can't, but I gotta try.
I want to prove that love, that patience and time, can change fate, can tame temper.
I know what it means to be helpless, and when I see someone else livin' that, it makes me ill.
I know that hurt people hurt people, that someone failed them, too.
When I see disaster, I gotta run to it.
I'm sorry...
But I gotta.
Because if I do nothin' even though I had the chance, then it's my fault.
It's not rational, but don't ask me to change...'cos I can't...
Don't feel sad for me, now.
In my heart, I really feel...good.
Yes, I hurt a lot, and I feel guilty.
I punish myself when I can't save somebody.
Sometimes I don't love myself like I should, I don't take care'a me.
Sometimes I think, "It shoulda been me."
Sometimes I feel...worthless...but I really know better.
If I didn't, I wouldn't feed and take care'a myself like I do, and play and have fun, right?
I like livin', I like bein' happy.
...
If I run into danger, and someone comes out alive or better off on the other end because of it, I've succeeded.
If I run into danger and all that happens is I got a whoopin', well...reckon I had it comin'.
Who am I to say what's what?
But yeah, generally, I feel good.
Minus the memories, the nightmares sometimes, I often sleep real good at night.
I can smile, and laugh play and sing and see what's beautiful in life.
This life is painful, and scary, but it's also miraculous.
We're all here on a whim; the odds of us existing are so against us, and yet here we stand.
A universe, cold and empty and quiet, full'a nothin'...
It's such a divine gift to be here, to learn and think and share life with others.
To make new life, to lay down past life, to cry and grow and nurture.
All from the same place, from dust to dust, to one day all return to that same place.
Ooh, it makes my hair stand up!
Doesn't it you?
I see fire...
I see blood...
I see death...
But when that passes, I see joy, and nature, and all of us together.
I see life blooming, new beginnin's unfolding.
I see us learning from what we live through.
The past haunts me, but I won't live in it.
I'll just look back at it -- and that's okay.
It's okay to look back.
I'll just let it inspire me.
Don't try to turn my head when ya see me lookin' over my shoulder.
It'll release me when it's done."
#wander over yonder#woy#woy fanart#ptsd#no that isnt Harvax LOL#just his species though#more to come on the species later
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CleganMarge Wedding Stuff
The night before the wedding, there's a party at the house Buck and Marge will share after they're married. Buck's been living there since he got back and Marge picked it out. She comes over every day to put up wallpaper and place furniture and laugh at Buck's attempts to paint a straight line.
John looks around the house and sees them both all over it. A blue he knows Marge prefers because she has dresses that color. A living room set in a masculine tan but with overlarge cushions so Buck can nap to his heart's content. Books everywhere, all propped up by little wooden bookends that Buck made himself in the little shed in the yard.
The dining room sparkles from the fancy lighting fixture to the floor, and John grins at the fixture as he takes his seat at the table. He'd helped Buck wire it in yesterday evening when he'd arrived, Marge supervising for a few minutes before running to her mother's house to put the parachute silk John had brought to its intended use.
"You absolutely sweet man!" Marge had crowed when she'd unwrapped the tissue paper from the bundle.
"I'm sorry I couldn't get it here before now," John had replied, feeling Buck's happy, warm gaze on his profile like the sun. "But the only way I could get it brand new was to take it just before I left."
"Oh, this is beautiful," Marge's mother had said. She'd been there when John showed up, helping Marge finish centerpieces. "Honey, I can make you a dress lickety split, but I'll need my sewing machine. Yours is packed up."
Marge had looked at Buck, blushing in excitement. "Do you think you and John can handle the light fixture, Gale?" she'd asked. "I really do want it up before the dinner tomorrow."
"We can figure it out," Buck had said, then leaned down to kiss Marge, touching her cheek lightly as he did so. She'd murmured something in his ear, and he'd beamed at her.
Marge had turned and stood on her toes, pulling John down by his tie to kiss his cheek. "You are truly the best man," she'd said, and John and Buck had laughed while Marge's mother had looked mildly shocked by indulgent.
The moment they'd left, Buck had put the lighting fixture on the table, taken John's face in his hands, and kissed him within an inch of his life. "That's from me," Buck had said.
"You got one from Marge ready to go, too?" John had asked. And that kiss pushed him against the nearest wall as Buck got both hands on his hips. "Well, damn, I think she outdid you," John had gasped when he could breathe again.
Buck had grinned and nuzzled John's neck. "She said to make sure I gave you a little extra to thank you for the silk."
"Shit, Buck. If that's all it takes, I'll raid the shed at base when I get back."
And now here he sits, the night before their wedding, at Buck's left hand. The fixture they'd asked him to choose lighting up the room as he looks around the table and finally to the end, where Marge sits beautiful and smiling in her spot as hostess.
She catches his eye and touches a finger to her chin. A little signal she has to tell him she loves him.
John rubs his thumbnail along his moustache, sending his own signal back.
Under the table, Buck's foot touches John's, and above the table, John lifts his glass to make the first toast to the happy couple.
"I was surprised when anyone caught Buck's eye," Bucky says when everyone's paying attention. "Hell, I had to give him most of my name for him to even talk to me, and we were co-pilots in training."
It gets the laugh Bucky wants. He catches the gleam in Marge's eyes that calls him a danger and a treasure. "But, then I met Marge, and well, it was easy to see how it had happened. She's smart. She's beautiful. She's funny. And she puts up with me."
And this time, it's Buck's eyes that have the look, except he's calling John exasperating and ridiculous.
"I can say I've never seen a happier couple, and I am truly pleased to be able to be here to watch them tie the knot. You are two of my dearest friends, and I couldn't want more for you than each other."
There's a cheer, and a smattering of applause, and John sits down. Marge's maid of honor stands to say a few words, but John doesn't hear them. He's feeling Bucky's hand brush his on the table as he shifts his water glass, and he's seeing the tiny edge of a private smile in the corner on Marge's mouth.
When Marge leaves that night to stay with her maid of honor, Marge makes the excuse she forgot her hat and ducks back into the house. She kisses them both and holds John's face for an extra second.
"You know this wouldn't be right without you here, right?" she asks. "You know we'd marry you tomorrow too, if they'd let us?"
John picks her up by the waist and brings her level so he can kiss her again. He pulls Buck in and kisses him, too. "You let me pick the fixtures. I know where I'm wanted."
Marge and Buck both laugh, and Marge hurries out the door.
Buck and John sleep together alone for the last time, and it's nice, but John misses Marge along his back.
"How lucky are we?" Buck asks.
"We're damn lucky," John replies.
The next day, John opens his best man gift. It's a signet ring, his initials done in a lovely monogram on the face. On the inside of the band, there's a heart, and on either side, "M" and "B."
"B?" he asks Buck even as he blinks back tears.
"That's who I am to you," Buck says. "That's who I want to be to you."
John has to dab his eyes. "You son of a bitch," he says. "I never cry at weddings."
Buck laughs and slips the ring onto his left pinky. "Yeah, Marge says that, too."
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This project is currently unnamed and very early, so I'm not sure about sharing it anywhere more official until I've written more and gotten a better handle on it. But I'm happy with it so far.
Synopsis: A suicidally depressed man discovers a dying fallen angel in the woods. In nursing it back to health, he not only finds a reason to keep living, but discovers a darkness in his heart he'd never even imagined.
Massive CW for suicide, depression, alcoholism, religious imagery, and a little gore.
Every day when the early morning sun was hovering just below the horizon (on the days he wasn't blackout drunk), Samson would put the noose around his neck. He'd originally tied it what, a month ago? It could have been two or three by now, as a cocktail of SSRIs and vodka had started to turn time into a haze of half-remembered days. The calendar on the wall was two years out of date, the clock on the stove blinked all zeroes after a power outage (he didn't have the manual to figure out how to reset it), and his cell phone was at the bottom of the lake out front.
Samson learned how to tie a noose in Scouts. Or more accurately, he figured it out himself fucking around with ropes while the other kids were following instructions. It had been a poor approximation of the real thing as used for generations of cruelty, but he'd tied it secure and gotten it to tighten around another boy's neck. It was a joke, obviously, but they didn't see it that way. That was the last time he went to Scouts, but only the first of many nooses he'd tie over two decades. This one felt nice and strong, secured to a beam in the roof of the old cottage's attic with a stiff hitch knot. It was an old polypropylene rope his daddy used to use to keep the boat in place by the docks. Maybe the reason he hadn't kicked out that stepladder yet was the image of this stupid fucking blue-and-yellow striped rope around his rotting corpse-neck when they found him, bloated and maggot-ridden and leaking fluids all over the attic floorboards. "What a pathetic bastard," they'd say, and they'd be spot on. But the walk to the hardware store was long, and he sold the truck to stock up on liquor, so he was caught between laziness and his last remaining shreds of dignity.
Today that shred went out the window. Samson found her number on the side of the fridge where daddy used to keep all his contacts (daddy always had a shit memory even before he got old, and he passed it on). He tried dialing it into the old landline and only realized he was still paying for that shit when the call connected and her voice came through loud and clear. "This is Cynthia Dawn, I'm not at the phone right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you." Her voice was soft like downy feathers and blindingly bright. The voicemail Samson left was probably worth a restraining order. So that noose was looking nicer than ever, and that stepladder was looking flimsier than ever.
Samson would never find out if he was really gonna do it that day, cause in that split second before, as he stared out at the sun rising over the lake, the room went ablaze with a light more effulgent than any he'd seen. In an instant his vision went white, only pierced by soft little pins of red and green and blue, like when you press down on your eyelids with your fingertips. No matter how tight he squeezed his lids closed, hoping to banish the flash, it was like he was staring straight into the sun. Tears started streaming down his cheeks and drenching his beard.
And then it was over. The light retreated out through the attic window, leaving Samson's world dancing with colours like an impressionist painting. He stood there a long moment, heart heating in his neck, mouth dry, wondering if he'd just seen God or if a stun grenade had been silently lobbed through his window. With shaking hands, he slipped the noose off his neck and climbed down off the ladder. He took a few tentative steps towards the window, pressed his hands against the glass, craned his neck to look out. The lake was so placid it was like time stood still, stained golden by the sun's rays spilling out over the horizon. Out to the left side of the cottage, the shed where daddy kept all his fishing shit back in the day. It was untouched, both by him and by whatever caused that light. But off to the right, where the woods sprung up around the old slipway, there was a dying remnant of that glow that bleached the leaves and filled the sky with an odd haze.
He grabbed one of daddy's rifles from the safe and slipped a hunting knife in his jeans pocket before setting off out the back door. The lawn that spread out from the cottage to the road was overgrown, dotted with those little white wildflowers. It would've looked picturesque, if it weren't for the rusting lawnmower, the dying garden twisted with weeds, the dilapidated guest house that hadn't been used in a decade. Actually, come to think of it, this might have been Samson's first outing beyond the cottage walls in weeks- he'd been subsisting on canned food, liquor, and over-prescribed Zoloft for god knows how long.
So for the first time in weeks, he walked down that old paved road until the sign for Fire Route 41 came up on his left, just past the slipway. The gravel road seemed to wind on for eternity through those woods, dotted with the occasional cabin that lay vacant- it was just coming up to the end of the off-season, and soon eager tourists would swarm the lake looking for a fantasy of the life Samson grew up hating. For now, though, the woods sat still apart from the glow that beckoned him.
The light faded as the determined man grew ever closer, threatening to be extinguished any moment and leave him at a loss. A few times, he wondered what he was hoping to find at the source of that divine glimmer. The face of God? Salvation? Some kind of science-fiction portal that could whisk him away from this existence into a more prosperous one? He clutched the rifle against his chest as he stood there on the edge of the woods, the epicenter of the glow just a few dozen feet away. It was waning dangerously low now, no longer capable of blinding Samson, leaving the spot looking like a sun-bleached photograph. Whatever he was looking for, he trudged ever closer to his prize.
And through the trees, in the underbrush, a thing unlike any that Samson had seen revealed itself. At first he wondered if an egret had been shot down, as a layer of downy white feathers was scattered about the trees like berries in spring. Just past the treeline, a pair of massive white wings spread across the ground, broken and twitching like a thing about to die. They glittered like fresh snow as he got closer, rifle raised to put the poor thing out of its misery. And then the wing shifted like a bolt of pain had rushed through it, and he heard a cry of anguish unlike anything bird or beast could produce. Something soft and melodic, like a piano screaming in pain but trapped by the beautiful temperament of its keys. And when those feathers moved away, beneath them, Samson saw a writhing, contorted body of nude flesh punctuated by cuts and scrapes that oozed a thick golden fluid. The bird-thing turned, craning its neck, looking up at the man that towered over it. Its lips were parted as if in prayer, its eyes staring down the barrel of daddy's gun.
Samson lowered the rifle as he looked into the face of God.
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Before Us - Ominis Gaunt [Part 4]
Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Gryffindor masc!reader
Themes: fluff
A/N: You know every time I think I've written something long I'm dead wrong. Oh well. One day
Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 are linked :)
You're sitting on a bench in Central Hall, staring up at the moth painting above you. You'll never quite understand how those work, but they interest you nonetheless. You hear someone clear their throat and whip your head around. Ominis is standing next to you and smiling.
"No one ever hears me, I've always found that funny."
You smile and stand up. "Hello, Ominis."
He waves you to follow and you walk out of the castle together. He's weirdly silent today. You have to find a way to start a conversation, but every time you try you feel the words get caught in your throat. He's turned his face towards the ground as he walks and he looks a bit sad.
"Uhm...Ominis...?"
He turns his head up toward you. "Yes?"
You swallow hard and rub your hands together. "You just...uhm...seem upset."
He shrugs and dismisses it, giving some excuse about Sebastian keeping him up late. There's definitely something wrong but you aren't sure if this is the right time to press, if at all. The two of you continue walking in silence until you reach Hogsmede. This isn't exactly the date you were hoping for. Granted, you may be the only one claiming it as such. You spot Zonko's and grab his sleeve, causing him to flinch a little.
"S-Sorry! I just...uhm..." you say, retreating back.
He laughs and shakes his head. "It's fine I just wasn't expecting it. What is it?"
You point towards Zonko's. "I just...think...we could, uh, go?"
Ominis tilts his head in confusion. "Go where, exactly?"
You feel your face burn in embarrassment. He's blind. Of course he couldn't see where you were pointing. You internally facepalm and explain what you were trying to say. He excitedly agrees and drags you into the store. It's genuinely surprising how much he loves this store. It's actually...really cute how happy he is in here. He's been going on and on about what he can use against Sebastian and all you can do it happily agree. He thought about frog spawn soap, which would be hilarious, but Sebastian would probably get in trouble and Ominis is working pretty hard to keep him out of trouble. He eventually decided on a couple nose-biting teacups and hiccough sweets. You can see Sebastian using those teacups against Ominis, considering how much tea he drinks, but who are you to spoil his fun?
After leaving Zonko's, you both decide the tea shop is the next stop. When you walk in you argue with him about who will pay, eventually winning and buying his tea. Congou black tea with milk and one scoop of sugar. You need to remember that. You make a mental note of his order and bring the tea to the table. Ominis is silent as he drinks and you can't help but wonder what he's thinking. As if he could hear your thoughts he straightens.
"I'm sorry for my mood," he says. He sounds sad.
Furrowing your brows, you move to touch your arm. Is that even okay? Does he even want you to touch him? He's so hard to read sometimes.
"Don't be."
He shakes his head and leans back in his chair. "I know you're wondering and I feel you deserve to know."
He spends the next few minutes explaining to you about a letter he received from his mother. He explains his relationship with his family, seeming to avoid certain topics. You weren't going to press, but his story makes you incredibly sad. Such a kind boy and someone would want to hurt him. You try to comfort him, not exactly knowing how without saying the wrong thing. You move closer to him to take his hand in yours and his face turns a light red. You continue to talk mindlessly, running your thumb over his hand, until he grabs your sleeve. You look up at him and his face is a bright red.
"If you plan on flirting with me, I wish you would be more direct with it."
You feel your face burn and let go of his hand. You hadn't even realised what you were doing. "S-S-Sorry! I , uh, I d-didn't realise I was- Sorry..."
You turn away and cover your face with you hands. What is wrong with you??? Ominis frowns and shifts in his seat.
"I didn't say I didn't like it..."
You slowly turn to look at him and he's grinning. He grabs his wand and stands, making his way to the door of the shop.
"I'll let you continue if you can catch me," he hums, leaving the shop and running down the road.
Mouth agape, you continue staring at the door. He wants you to flirt with him? He ran down the road? Why aren't you following? You stand up and run out of the shop, following him out of Hogsmede. You watch him disappear across the bridge, his robe flowing behind him. Merlin, he's fantastic. You're determined to make that Slytherin boy yours.
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You're the person who said we're shipping First Aid with Bruticus now right?
If Bruticus is obsessed with First Aid how does he react to Defensor? Does he just latch on to Defensor's left arm and refuse to let go? Does he go bananas and demand his wife back? Do they walk off into the sunset holding hands?
Also, have the Decepticons ever tries getting a regular ambulance and convincing Bruticus that it's First Aid?
Hello! I'm so sorry for letting this ask languish in my inbox for a month, my brain is made of spaghetti. I am absolutely ecstatic to be the Bruticaid Guy.
I have been percolating on a Bruticaid fic and here's the things your questions alongside the other things swimming around my brain have turned into:
Personally I think Bruticus's feelings of love and affection aren't (initially) very well developed. He feels some kind of possessiveness and protectiveness over his components, because he needs them and knows he couldn't exist without them, and he understands loyalty in the form of his (forced) loyalty to Megatron and by extension the Decepticon Cause. To begin with, he doesn't fully understand love as much more beyond possessiveness and loyalty; he only processes his feelings as a desire to Have this new component, which must be his because why else would he Want it.
I think he's very jealous of Defensor when First Aid is attached, and he mostly wants to get First Aid detached so he can Reclaim His Property. Defensor likely feels a similar way, enhanced by the fact that the Protectobots as a gestalt are very close to one another and none of them would want to see First Aid in the hands of a Decepticon, whether that Decepticon likes him or not. Cue a lot of violent combiner clashing.
I've been thinking SO MUCH about the next part. We are talking G1, so whacky hijinks must ensue. The Decepticons initially just steal a regular ambulance, and Bruticus realises it's not alive as soon as he gets his hands on it. Insert tantrum. Their next step is trying to pass off a Decepticon as First Aid; Dead End gets painted red and white because he's just about the right shape and he's part of a gestalt and maybe that's what Bruticus find so appealing. This one takes a bit longer to work out: probably a few days before the false First Aid is revealed because poor Dead End got dropped in a river and all his paint washed off or something. Even bigger tantrum.
The Decepticons probably get desperate enough that they nab another Earth ambulance, smuggle it to Vector Sigma, and have it brought to life in the hopes that the resulting Decepticon will be a suitable distraction for Bruticus. The poor bot gets called Last Aid, and his only purpose in life is to be a cute little boyfriend. He's a triple changer and turns into an ambulance and a left arm, but he doesn't have a gestalt to bond too.
Last Aid ends up being pretty much Shattered Glass First Aid: he's a classic evil clone, obsessed with First Aid, the Protectobots, and the Combaticons. There's a bunch of nonsense in having to ensure the Combaticons don't know that Last Aid isn't really First Aid, because Bruticus mustn't know. Last Aid gets mostly ignored and his only assigned mission is "keep Bruticus happy". He is absolutely venomous at this being the purpose of his life; he hates the Decepticons and Bruticus. For a while he probably tries to manipulate Bruticus into idk, stomping on the real First Aid so he can take his place, turns up to cause havoc in the Protectobot base, and is generally a funky evil little guy with a kind of sad backstory (but also he is so very evil).
I don't think Last Aid is very nice to Bruticus, and that's probably what eventually reveals the ploy. Maybe he hurts Bruticus somehow and First Aid finds Bruticus injured, and being First Aid he can't not help, but this giant combiner is kind of shying away from him and waiting to get smacked again. Maybe this is the first moment where First Aid isn't scared of Bruticus, and Bruticus learns what being treated gently is like.
At some point Last Aid probably ends up working with Shockwave to try and take over the Decepticons, or otherwise gets kind of incorporated into their medics team (but isn't allowed to work without Hook there, because he Cannot Be Trusted Not To Do Something Horrible).
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⭑ 𝐁𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬
𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Proofread: sorta....
Word count: 2.5k
WARNINGS: small mention of blood, swearing, just cute fluff besides that!
A/N: ik i said this would be posted a while ago but I've been super busy w school and everything and have just had no tine o write but her hit. is!this is acc something i've had in mind but have been able to actually write so it was nice to finally finish it. ok happy reading guys!
"I'm hungry," Nick complained from the other side of the couch. Matt, who was too focused on his phone to even acknowledge anything else around us, simply blew Nick off. only telling him to grab something from the kitchen.me and Chris on the other hand weren't very tapped into the movie all four of us were supposed to be watching. It was a little boring, yes but what else was there to do? Summer break is normally fun but there are always a few weeks where you feel like you've done everything you can for this 10 week break.
" there's nothing good in there, can we go to the gas station or something?'' Nick asked as he hung his head off the edge of the couch we all shared. With the small back and forth happening right next time I was now paying less attention to the movie.
Matt, who was still looking at his phone aimlessly, answered Nick's complaint and question combination with "my car is still in the shop so unless you feel like walking 2 miles then go find something in the kitchen." annoyed. not really sure what he was annoyed about since he hasn't even done anything all day besides sit on the couch and sit around the house with us.
"we could just take the bikes.'' Chris said from behind me. Nick silently made his way toward the kitchen while we tried to figure out a plan. Looking around the cabinets and the fridge for something to his liking.
“You know I can’t ride a bike asshole” I sassed as I turned my head a little bit in order to see him.
“No I fucking didn’t, what are you talking about?” He retorted.
“Like everyone knows that?” I replied.laughing at the brunette’s confusion.Matt shut off the movie and put something on cable since at this point nobody was even paying attention to it.
"I'm just hungry and bored so can we please find some way to get to the gas station for the love of God."Nick said, walking toward us from the kitchen dramatically plopping down back next to Matt on the couch.
The four of us sat there and attempted to think of a solution. "I'll just teach you how to ride,"Chris suggested as he got up from the couch, pulling up his gray sweats slightly.the 3 of us looked at Chris so he realized what he just said "how to ride a bike guys, Jesus..." he clarified as he shook his head with a small smile at our immaturity.
The rest of us got off the couch and began to walk toward the front door to leave. As Matt opened the door my eyes were met with a beautiful pink sunset. The winding down of the summer day made the weather very mellow. Warmth and a soft wind hit my bare legs and arms. watercolor sky painting the scenery.
I followed the boys toward their bikes and grabbed the extra one which was Justin's old bike. blue and silver spikes stars were spread over the bike. not exactly something I would ride if I had the choice but i'm not in position to complain.
as I hopped on it I noticed Matt and Nick beginning to ride away "teach her and we can bring you guys stuff" Matt yelled from almost 13 feet away. I turned to Chris who was unlocking his bike for the chain
"Okay!" he yelled to Matt before turning to me."Alright, you know how to get on it so that's good."he joked before getting on his own bike. "ok try to move the bike" he said, turning to me.
"ok..."I mumbled as I placed my feet on the pedals. I lost balance once both my feet left their place on the ground causing me to frantically put my left foot back on the gravel. I turned to the boy in front of me. his pale skin glowing in the dwindling sunlight. He made a concerned face before getting off his bike in order to help me.
"let me try holding the bike as you put your feet on the pedals."he explained. Chris then came around to the back of me and placed his left hand on my waist and the right on one of the handles.my heart began to beat faster. I felt supported by Chris' hold so I put my foot back on the pedal. "So now move the pedals as if you were gonna ride for real." I did as he said and began to pretend to ride the bike.
"Now when I let go, keep pedaling forward."nerves shot through me as I looked out to the long empty street in front of me. the fear of falling over took over
"Chris im gonna fucking fall"I expressed
"I won't let go of you, just the bike. if you fall I'll catch you, promise."He reassured me. His words encouraged me to try so as soon as he let go I kept pedaling. The bike moved quickly under my feet but I wasn't scared because of the support Chris had on my hip.
Once I was about half way down the road nerves set back in and I began to feel like I might fall again. I wasn't steering the bike correctly and was sort of swerving. "Chris, Chris I'm gonna fall!"I yelled. I tried to straighten the bike but it wasn't working.
"No you're not kid, I'm literally holding you,"Chris said, out of breath from running to keep pace with me. The end of the road was nearing so I knew I would have to turn around soon.
"How do I turn?!"I frantically yelled. as the rounded curb got closer and closer.the wheels of the old bike wouldn't slow down as they glided against the pavement.
"What?" Chris yelled from behind me.I hadn't even realized he let go and that I was doing this on my own.
"How do I turn!?"I yelled even louder hoping he would hear and then teleport next to me and turn the bike for me.
"floor it!" he shouted as I was about to hit the curb. I then jerked the handles of the bike and turned sharply. my legs moving faster in order to keep momentum. "Hell yea!!" he exclaimed from the opposite side of the street. His excitement made me smile.
our happiness didn't last much longer though because I didn't realize there was a huge pot hole right in front of me. The front wheel got caught in the crater and sent me flying forward.
"oh shit!'' Chris yelped as he jogged over to me. Adrenaline was rushing through my veins still so I didn't feel much pain coming from my scraped up elbow or my cut knee. "you okay? No broken bones or concussions?"
I giggled at his concern and wiped up some blood that had been dripping down my leg. "dude you fucking did it, you learned how to ride a bike!"he said happily. a huge smile painted on his sun dusted face. eyes fixated on mine which were inspecting the sting from my cut began to set in causing me to let out a wince.
"Ok can we get inside now."I mumbled out of breath. my soft voice broke him out of his trance as he darted his eyes away from mine.
"oh yeah sorry." he said as he stood up and dusted off his knees that had tiny rocks scattered on them. I put my hand out for him to help me up and he did so. helping me limp back to the house.
Once we got inside he told me to wait in the kitchen while he grabbed our bikes that he realized he had left outside. While he was outside I hobbled my way over to the freezer and grabbed some ice, put it in a plastic baggie with a paper towel around it and placed it on my elbow.
When Chris came back into the kitchen he began looking for the first aid kit. "Sorry I took so long, your bike was like lodged in the hole." he explained, laughing a little. I huffed out a small laugh as well. "Okay here we go!"he said as he closed the cabinet, turning around with a red and white box in his hands.
He placed the box on the counter and began to examine what was inside of it, pulling out bandaids, gauze, rubbing alcohol and cotton balls.Chris struggled to keep the things in his arms as he walked over to me. The items catering once placed on the counter.
"hop up."he instructed. I did as he said, hopping onto the counter and shuffling around so I was comfortable and didn't feel like I was gonna fall off. I turned my head to watch him mess around with the medical stuff. putting everything into place. "this is gonna sting a lot" he said as he stood in front of me. cotton ball that had been soaked in disinfectant In his hand. i bit my lip as the alcohol made contact with my open wound. a stinging sensation being sent through my knee.
The slight pain went away as he stopped cleaning the cut. opening a brown bandaid and placing it on the cut carefully. "See, all better!"he joked, making me smile at his small gesture. our eyes caught each other as he looked up. both of us admiring the other's features.
for the first time in I think forever there was a silence between us. once that had to be broken but not by words. I hopped down from my spot on the counter unexpectedly .My action made Chris back up a little.
Without saying anything I hugged the brunette in front of me.wrapping my arms around his neck as he did the same with my waist. I buried my head in his neck and smiled to myself.
Chris pulled away from the hug before I could. I was confused at why he would do this wrong as he normally is a very big hugger with me. my confusion soon turned to shock as the flushed boy in front of me cupped my cheeks and pressed his lips onto my one passionately.
My eyelids slowly sunk down as my body melted into the long awaited kiss. i have had a crush on him for God knows how long but never came even close to knowing he felt the same way, let alone making a move.the front door opened almost as soon as we pulled away from each other. making us white our heads toward the door almost immediately.
"hey guys-'' Nick began as he and his brother trotted into the kitchen, bags of snacks in hand. "the fuck happened to you?" he asked me as he set the snack down on the kitchen table.
my heart was still beating faster than I could think but I had to make everything seem normal. i mean my best friend can't know I just kissed my other best friend who also happened to be his brother. "This kid tried to teach me how to ride a bike, '' I said with a small, awkward giggle.
"alright i'm going back to the couch." Matt said groggily as he walked back to the place where he had been for most of the day.
"yea same" Chris followed short behind Matt with his snacks in hand.i didn't take my eyes off him he sat back down on the couch.
"You sure he only touched your how to ride a bike?"Nick asked me from across the counter.leaned over,interested in the truth behind what had happened while they were out.
I took a sip of my red bull before choking on the drink at the question I had been asked. "Yes Nick, I've told you before, I'm not interested in either of your brothers like that."I reassured the brunette.i hated lying to him like that but I didn't really want to tell him just yet.especially If nothing ever came about with Chris.after all me and him are still just friends.
"Okay I'm just saying, you're awfully flushed." Nick said.
"There's nothing there, girl , trust me. I think they're watching La La Land in there," I said as I let go of the topic, making my way back to the living room.upon entering I saw both brothers on each side of the couch so I naturally migrated toward Chris. the boy who had made himself comfortable on the couch moved his legs in order for me to sit there.
Once the four of us were all curled up on the couch together it was almost impossible to ignore the fact that Chris' hand was placed on my waist.I leaned on him a little but not fully so as to not make it obvious that I had lied earlier.
I have had a crush on this boy basically since we met and now he's finally showing that he feels the same way, just without words which I honestly prefer.anyone can say anything but it takes a certain kind for passion driven by truth to actually act on your words.spoken or not.i don't know what we are but I feel like it's spelled out pretty clearly that it's more than what we've been letting on
#sturniolo triplets#influencers#x reader#celebrity#youtube#chris sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#fluff#cute#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo
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Have You Always.
It's Vincent's birthday today so happy birthday to the sweet angel artist! Even though I haven't played his route yet I still wanted to write something for today so this is going off his event stories and his appearances in other routes and I apologize if he seems out of character. You asked Vincent what he wanted for his birthday and it leads to an agreement about your future. CW: contains mention of non descriptive nudity and mildly suggestive. WC approx 950.
This is definitely not what you had expected. You had been in the kitchen a few days ago putting away the dishes when Vincent came in and you asked him an innocent enough question.
"Is there anything specific you'd like for your birthday this year?"
"Oh! Well, I'd love it if you would model for me."
"Really? I mean I've modeled for you before but if that's what you really want."
You shrugged your shoulders continuing your task when you felt Vincent's arms wrap around your waist and his head rest on your shoulder.
"I know but... I want to do a nude portrait of you this time."
His voice had a husky edge to it and his warm breath glided over your skin causing you to almost drop the stack of plates you were holding.
"Please."
You slowly nodded in agreement. How could you ever say no to him, or deny him anything when you loved him that much.
You sit beside the huge window in Vincent's room, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow over your skin. As Vincent had requested you wore nothing, well not entirely nothing.
"What's this?"
"Just something I thought would make you happy."
"Vincent it's your birthday tomorrow, you're supposed to be the one getting the gifts!"
" But I am getting a gift, now open it."
Opening the box you found a pair of dangling sunflower earrings and you couldn't help but smile.
"Let me help you put them on."
Vincent took the earrings out of the box and gently placed them on your ears letting his fingers trail down the side of your neck.
"Will you wear them for me tomorrow while I paint you?"
Your face was flush and your skin felt like it was on fire.
"Of course."
You don't know exactly how he had managed it but Vincent had gotten all the other residents out of the mansion for a few hours. Though if you had to guess it was probably because you weren't the only one who found it hard to say no to Vincent.
“Is that position ok? If it's not, we can try something else.”
“No, I'm fine. Just a bit self conscious I guess.”
“Why when you're always so beautiful?”
You're certain you're blushing from head to toe now and secretly wonder if Vincent is going to add it into the painting or not. The afternoon goes by surprisingly quickly in a comfortable silence as Vincent is so immersed in his craft. Your thoughts begin to wander though and a sudden question comes to mind, and you spend a few minutes wondering if you should ask, considering how the last big question you asked ended up.
“Vincent?”
“Hmm, oh sorry I'm almost finished but if you need a break or you feel uncomfortable we can-”
“No I'm fine, I have a question though.”
“Oh okay what is it?”
“Why did you want this as your present? I mean we spend most nights together anyways so it doesn't seem like much of a gift.”
“So that I can always have you with me.”
Vincent's words were soft and his always sunny smile took on an edge of wistfulness.
“I don't understand, I’ll always be with you.”
Vincent stopped painting, turning to stare out the window as he rested his palette on his knee.
“You say that but… ever since we got engaged I've been thinking more about how our lifespans are so different.”
“Oh, I see.”
“I know we haven't talked about it before but I find myself thinking about years from now when that time would come and, and I don't really want to lose you. So since I can't ask you to become a vampire for me I thought that maybe if I had a special portrait of you it would help.”
You were shocked, not because of what Vincent was thinking but what he said.
“Why couldn't you ask me?”
Vincent's head snapped from the window to look at you.
“Like you said we've never really talked about it but I've thought about that too.”
“So then, does that mean you would be willing to…”
Despite his best efforts you could hear the excitement building in Vincent's voice.
“I'd want to ask Comte a few questions about it before it happened but, yes I would be. I want to be with you for as long as I can be.”
Now it was Vincent's turn to blush and you smiled at him as he went back to painting. Just as the light started to fade Vincent put down his brush and grinned at you.
“It's finished, do you want to come see it?”
“Of course!”
You walk over to stand beside Vincent and he wraps an arm around your waist. The painting is beautiful, you look radiant and your skin seems to glow while your eyes and the earrings he gave you sparkle.
“It’s beautiful!”
You place a tender kiss to Vincent's cheek.
“Happy Birthday Vincent!”
“Thank you my schatje.”
“I'll have to think of another birthday present for you though since we sort of talked things out.”
“No… but if you really wanted to.”
Vincent's arm leaves your waist and he pulls you into his lap.
“Can I bite you, please?”
“Yes, and I've told you before you don't need to ask me every time.”
“I know but I never want to make you uncomfortable.”
“You never could, I promise.”
Vincent's warm lips trail a line of kisses down your neck before he settles in the crook of it and sinks his fangs deep into your soft flesh. Your skin heats up and before long you moan out in pleasure and excitement at what will follow after.
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Oh Holy Night | KNJ
Heaven is where you are.
❅ Paring: Namjoon x Reader
❅ Genre: Fluff
❅ Rated: W for Wonder
❅ Warnings: None, just softness and pretty things :3
❅ Word Count: 2.3k
❅ Prompt: “Winter Wonderland”
❅ Summary: Your beautiful winter prince takes you out for ice skating, something he promised would be magical~
❅ Thank you: Thank you so much @jamaisjoons once again for the banner~
❅ Now Playing: Soon and Let Me Be Your Wings mashup from the movie Thumbelina (cover by Nick Pitera) (Highly recommend to listen to while reading, big hint, it goes with the story ‼️) and Crystal Snow by BTS
❅ Author’s Note: Hey babies~ This was a bit rushed (like everything these days lol), but I've had this in the drafts since last year and I'm happy to finally have it out 🥺~ This is the last of the holiday fics I have planned to publish this time around, but I also have maknae line fics for the upcoming winter season/christmas that will be out in December so this isn't the end! This is just pure, soft Namjoon appreciation so hope y'all enjoy!
No reposting, modifying. Translating is not allowed unless given explicit permission. Thank you so much :D
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It was his idea to take you out to the ice skating rink. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t shocked, knowing how clumsy your boyfriend could be at times, but he insisted that he wanted to go with you. How could you refuse?
You ended up in a rink at the edge of town. You had looked all over to find one outdoors knowing that’s what he preferred, but your little town only had the rink open at the college that practically consumed the place you call home. That wasn't enough to dissuade him, and you both made it a date.
Upon getting there, your face lit up seeing how they chose to decorate it. Paintings of school mascots and school achievements were hidden behind streamers and fairy lights were strung to a point at the top of the ceiling.
“It’s beautiful…” You sighed, relieved that this could in somewhat make up for the fact you were at a college skating rink and not the beautiful outdoor date your boyfriend had pictured.
You turned toward him and saw that smile you’ve already begun to fall in love with as he watched a few couples skate by. You’ve only been dating a few months, but these months have been better than you ever could have expected. You were in love, it happened so fast but you didn’t want to look back whatsoever.
You were brought back to reality when you felt the gentle tug of his hand to one of the benches. Namjoon already had skates beforehand and he surprised you earlier with a pair of your very own. They were both matching white skates with shiny, silver blades, and the minute he put them on you couldn’t help but think he looked like a Disney prince. His fluffy white sweater (one you were also wearing) seemed to sparkle under the dim light, which matched his entire white ensemble, something you both purposefully coordinated to blend in with the winter wonderland.
You couldn’t help but blush when he reached his hand out to help you up, maybe it was just your eyes playing tricks on you but there seemed to be almost this heavenly glow that radiated off of him. He really was your Disney prince.
You were helplessly enamored with the man in front of you.
“Do you know how to skate?” He asked so gently.
“A little, enough so I shouldn’t fall… too many times.” You laughed and he couldn’t help but join in.
“Well don’t worry. I’ll catch you if you fall.” He smiled and you could have just melted right there. You knew he would.
“You know how to skate?” You asked him as well. It might seem like a dumb question considering it was him who suggested coming to the ice rink, but you were still having a hard time picturing your clumsy boyfriend somehow managing himself on thin blades across slippery ice.
Joon guided you over to the railing right before one of the entrances to the rink. He smiled at you before easily maneuvering himself across the barrier.
You thought this would be a quick demonstration that he in fact did know how to skate, he’d go around once and you’d be proven wrong.
Never in a million years did you expect your boyfriend to so gracefully glide across the ice. You were enthralled as you saw him so easily round the corners, before spinning around and skating backwards. If he didn’t take your breath away before, when he skated towards the center of the rink and jumped up, doing a fancy spin, before perfectly landing and flashing you one of those signature smiles.
You felt just as stunned as all the other people who were skating around the rink, your mouth could practically touch the ground at how far it dropped.
A mother who was holding the hand of her daughter passed you and mouthed you an impressed “wow” as your boyfriend began skating back to you.
You honestly had no words.
You didn’t have any words when he made it back over to you either, and all you could do was look at him with so much admiration as he helped you onto the ice.
There were truly no words to describe the experience. You felt like a character in a movie as he held onto your hand and you both easily slid across the ice, everyone in the rink seeming to only be able to focus on the both of you.
You didn’t notice, too busy looking at how handsome your lovely boyfriend was. You were tempted to ask where he learned to skate like that, but you found yourself tongue tied still as you fawned at how he beamed despite all the commotion because of everyone watching you.
You did a couple simple laps around the rink, mostly Namjoon letting you get used to being on the ice once again. You almost tripped once right as you both started making your way around, but Namjoon’s grip on you was enough to keep you up. You hardly did much to be honest, you were having a little too much fun being pulled around as jealous people whispered how lucky you were and how handsome and charming your boyfriend was.
You truly were.
Namjoon leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“Just focus on me.” You didn’t have time to question it before suddenly, instead of skating beside you, Namjoon skated around and pulled your other hand into his as well so he was facing you.
Part of you wanted to say something about how you definitely weren’t as good of a skater as him, but then you remembered how he said he’d catch you if you fall. Instead you looked into his eyes as he started pulling you along with him.
It was strange, the world around you seemed to disappear as the only thing you could see was him.
No longer were you in this college rink, with the eyes of everyone watching you both, but it was just you and him together in a true winter wonderland.
You don’t understand what his gaze did to you, you had been so worried about embarrassing yourself on the way over, but as you looked into Namjoon’s eyes all you could focus on was how much you admired the man in front of you.
Namjoon slowly began pulling you along and you didn’t know how but suddenly the routine he had in mind started to unfold.
You hardly noticed the snow beginning to fall from the sky steadily, your eyes remained trained to his as he spun you around across the ice. In any normal situation you would have fallen straight on your face, but no, instead you were able to maintain your balance and couldn’t help but beckon over your winter prince.
Instead of the white fluffy sweater you watched as the snow began to transform his outfit into a suit of the purest white you had ever seen and a short cape that sparkled like snowflakes as it flowed behind him.
The snow began to paint an icey wonderland around you both, a large frozen river was now your skating rink and the snow covered trees coated the edges. The air around you both was hot despite the temperature that should be freezing, but why wouldn’t it be when he was here with you.
You smiled as you watched him go down the river slightly before he happily returned back to you. He flashed you that infamous dimpled smile before taking a polite bow, ready to guide you down the river.
You giggled slightly, before you curtseyed– you hardly paid any attention to the fact your own cozy sweater was replaced with a short dress that came down just above the knee, it was almost akin to a ballerina’s skirt and was made of that same beautiful material as your boyfriend's cape. Underneath the material was fluffy white fur, the same material that made up the short jacket you were wearing. You might have also noticed the sparkling tiara above your head, but who cares about that anyway when you have this beautiful man in front of you.
As soon as you took his hand, almost like that was a cue, a bewitching symphony began to play as you both skated hand in hand down the river.
But neither you nor Namjoon mentioned it as you marveled at the sights around you. A fluffle of white bunnies jumped around in the snow by the banks, a couple of snowy owls hooted at you both as you passed by the trees, and doves danced and dove above your heads.
The whole world around you seemed to glow and sparkle, the sun shining up above reflected off the snow, making everywhere you turned seem to illuminate with life. It was as if the ground itself was covered in crystals.
“Let me be your wings.
Leave behind the world you know.
For another world of wondrous things.”
Namjoon spun you around before lifting you up. You couldn’t help but laugh, finding the whole situation unbelieve, but your heart was full as you soared down the river. You couldn’t be happier, you couldn’t be more free.
You both made it to where the river had pooled at some point, giving you a little more room to move around.
Namjoon took the opportunity to let go of your hand, fancily skating around you before stopping at the other end of the pond.
It was then the sounds of a beautiful orchestral piece filled your head like the soundtrack of a movie as you glided across the ice. It was as if you had been doing this for years, the way your body moved so naturally to the melodies playing in your head.
Namjoon easily joins into your rhythm, as you skate around the pond he embraces you in his arms before lifting you up.
“Anything that you desire, anything at all.
Everyday I’ll take you higher
And I’ll never let you fall.”
You never felt more free, more loved than in his arms– you knew he would always have you.
You both danced to the music that played, your blades carried you across the ice mindlessly, you both were too into each other to really know what you were doing. But you didn’t mind, you loved the way he carried you, spun you around, and held you in your arms like the most delicate thing in this world. You felt more fragile than the ice all around you.
You both laughed slightly when you both stopped before continuing down the river. You could hardly pay attention to the enchanting winter land around you both as you looked into his eyes.
“Let me be your wings
Let me be the one you love
Let me take you far beyond the stars.”
All you could focus on was him, the dazzling man in front of you and how perfect he was in this snowy forest. This was his element, his home.
Hand in hand you continued down the river but for a second you turned forward, a little surprised to see the icy pathway you’d been skating on was coming to a sudden drop.
“We'll see the universe and dance on Saturn's rings.
Fly with me and I will be your wings.”
Your boyfriend never faltered in his pace, not caring about the drop ahead. You didn’t either, you knew he had you.
Before you could grasp what was happening, Namjoon spun you around and pulled you close. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as you looked into his enchanting blue eyes and suddenly the ground was no longer beneath you.
You were falling, but not for long as you watched these majestic wings appear behind your boyfriend. Your glorious ice prince, who shined brighter than the sun up above, as his wings carried you both through the sky.
You both never once stopped dancing, the sky your new rink as he easily spun you around. You never felt more out of your element yet at the same time couldn’t feel more comforted, it was a giant leap of faith you took, and he made sure to catch you with the warmest embrace.
You knew he would never let you go.
“Let me be your wings
Leave behind the world you know
For another world of wondrous things.
We'll see the universe and dance on Saturn's rings.
Fly with me and I will be your wings.
Anything that you desire,
Anything at all.
(Anything at all.)
Everyday I'll take you higher
And I'll never let you fall.
You will be me my wings
(Let me be your wings)
You will be my only love
Get ready for a world of wondrous things
(Wondrous things are sure to happen)
We'll see the universe and dance on Saturn's rings.
Heaven isn't too far.
Heaven is where you are,
Stay with me and let me (you) be your wings.”
You could hardly believe the sounds of the applause as you finally looked around to see everyone back in the college ice rink staring at you both, with smiles on their faces.
It was only then that you turned back to your boyfriend, a little confused about what just happened.
Did you just imagine that all? Why were they clapping?
Instead of saying anything, he just slightly pulled you to one of the exits of the rink. You honestly didn’t want him to either, you figured it was likely your imagination running ramped again, but as you stared at his broad back, you couldn’t help but notice the tiny bit of snow covering his sweater.
Despite it being white, the twinkles reminded you of the snowy forest you skated through in your fantasy.
What just happened?
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hii ash!! me againnn! so i was wondering if you could like do a little cute moment with jamie and poc reader cause i don't see a lot of those. basically like every day or something she has a new hair style and he's so curious about it and stuff or like him helping her take down her knee length braids (bc for whatever reason we love hella long braids 😭)
hi lovely!! this idea is just so <33 i don't think i've written for poc reader yet which is mad!! but this was so cute to write <3
Personal Hairdresser- Jamie Campbell Bower x poc!Reader
summary: in the request!!
warnings: none!! :)
notes: i remember writing this, but i also don't remember writing this? like i remember planning it out and everything and i've just seen it in my drafts?? this is crazy! anyways, i'm sorry this is pretty short but i really wanted to post it now!! <3
Jamie has always loved you hair, and it was always a mystery to him how it would be so different every now and then. The different colours, lengths and styles always intrigued him, and a few months into your relationship he finally plucked up the courage to ask about it.
He felt silly when you told him they were all different wigs! However, he also asked to see the ones you owned, as the few he had seen were all gorgeous, he knew he would love the others.
He gasped when you showed him your collection, and was drawn to one in particular. It was a cherry red colour, and it held loose curls. You showed him pictures you had taken in it, and you saw how his eyes lit up with nothing but pure love and adoration.
“You’re always so gorgeous, darling,” he told you, “always the prettiest in the room.”
You smiled at his words, you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have him, and he felt the same towards you.
Fast forward a few months, you told Jamie how you were thinking about taking your braids out. You’ve had them in for a while now and were thinking about changing your hair up again. Jamie seemed a little disappointed when you told him, it was so obvious that he adored the super long braids you’ve had, so long they could almost touch your knees! However, he was so excited to see what your hair would look like next, what colour it would be, what length it would be. He couldn’t wait to find out.
When you told him you were thinking about taking them out tomorrow, he volunteered to help you. You told him it was a long process, that it may take a few hours, but he still insisted on helping you.
So, the next morning you began taking them out, and showing Jamie how it’s done. You put on some music and sat down with some snacks, and the two of you got to work.
"I'll do the first one," you told him, "and you can see how it's done."
Jamie nodded his head, focusing on the way your fingers gently pulled the braid apart.
"So what are you thinking about doing next?" He asked, his eyes trained on what you were doing.
"I might just keep it natural for a little while," you said, "have you ever seen my natural hair?" You asked curiously, turning to look at your boyfriend, who was thinking.
"I think so," he said, although it sounded more like a question, "wait I have! The first night I stayed over, and we showered together."
You watched the smile creep onto his face as he thought back on the memory, but you quickly switched up the mood he created.
"Wanna try?" You asked, handing Jamie the scissors.
Jamie was gentle as he snipped the bottom of the braid off, too worried to cut it where your actual hair was incase he cut off your hair.
"Am I doing this right?" He asked, a hint of worry in his voice.
"You're doing it perfectly, love." You said with a smile, watching his face, painted with concentration.
He pulled apart the braid, carefully combing it with his fingers, working his way up to your waist, your shoulders and eventually your head. He continued to be so gentle with you as he worked on taking it out.
He felt so happy that he could help you, and he promised you that he will always be your very own personal hairdresser whenever you needed him.
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