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neewtmas · 4 months
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hihihi im here with the request hehe thank you so so so so much again you’re so amazing i can’t believe it
lockwood x she/her reader with the prompts
"Prove it."
"How much of that did you hear?"
“It's a long story." "I got time, try me."
but if they don’t make sense just go with the flow you’re already so so so so so wonderful for doing all of this i’m not gonna be picky lol 🫂🫂🩷🩷
hellooooo!!! thank you so much for these great prompts and for your patience!
I have to admit I did struggle with an idea at first but I think I turned it around and now I'm actually really proud of this, so I hope you like it too :)))
Enjoy 1.5k of Lockwood goodness just for you <333
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When you woke up, the room was filled with the pale glow of the full moon shining outside the attic window. Usually, Lucy pulled the curtains close when she went to bed, so there shouldn’t have been a way for the moonlight to disturb your peaceful slumber. Your eyes were heavy as you felt around the other side of the mattress. It was cold, Lucy’s blanket still folded up from the morning before. You slowly sat up, looking over at the little digital alarm clock on Lucy’s bedside table.
11:30.
Due to a headache, you had gone to bed earlier tonight, leaving your three colleagues behind in the living room. The pounding in your head had subsided considerably after a few hours of sleep, but your throat felt dry like sandpaper. You reached over to the cup on your bedside table, only to find it equally dry. Oh well. With your house slippers on, cup in hand, you made your way down the stairs. You made an effort to be quiet, just in case anyone else was sleeping already.
The kitchen was dark, and you didn’t bother switching on the bright light which would have probably only hurt your eyes anyway. The faucet was right by the window, where the moon shone bright enough for you to see what you were doing. After two cups of water, you were ready to make your way back to your bed. As you carefully pulled the kitchen door closed behind you, your eyes fell on the thin strip of light that poured out of the living room onto the floorboards of the hallway.
On second thought, maybe the bed could wait and you could join Lucy for some late-night talks in the living room. You stepped closer to the door, subconsciously trying to move as quietly as possible. As you approached the door, you could hear Lockwood’s voice as well as Lucy’s. So they were both still awake. The door was slightly ajar, allowing you to peer into the room before opening it fully.
Lockwood and Lucy sat on the couch, Lucy with her back to you. George was nowhere to be seen, probably in bed already. Something about the way Lockwood and Lucy were turned towards each other made you stop in your tracks. The hand that had been ready to push open the door slowly fell to your side, as you watched with wide eyes as Lockwood took both of Lucy’s hands, smiling at her tenderly.
“Look, I’ve been trying to get this off my chest for such a long time. Ever since you started working here, really. You are so important to me.”
It felt like someone had placed a noose around your neck and pulled it tight. Were you about to watch Lockwood confess his love to Lucy?
Lockwood hesitated now. You watched Lucy squeeze his hands. “Go on”, she said encouragingly.
“More important than I could ever put into words. Everything about you is perfect to me.”
Suddenly you felt like throwing up. Your head was spinning as you stumbled backwards and blindly felt for the wall to steady you. The thought of them being able to hear you didn’t even cross your mind as you practically raced up the stairs.
⫘⫘A few minutes prior, in the living room⫘⫘
“No, stop! Try again.”
George was slouched in one of the chairs, biscuit in hand. “That was horrible, Lockwood. Where are the feelings? Where is the love? I’m not feeling the love!”
Lucy had to bite back a laugh as Lockwood grimaced. “It’s Lucy! You try confessing your undying love to Lucy, and we can talk again.”
She kicked his shin. “Hey! Don’t forget I’m trying to help you out here. Just imagine it’s Y/N. Shouldn’t be that hard, we know she’s all you think about.”
The tips of Lockwood’s ears went pink. “Alright, alright. Let’s try again. Lucy, don’t look at me like that or I’ll laugh.”
Lucy made an effort to keep a neutral expression. Lockwood went to grab both her hands and took a deep breath.
“Look, I’ve been trying to get this off my chest for such a long time. Ever since you started working here, really. You are so important to me.” A short pause. George nodded encouragingly and showed a thumbs up. Lucy squeezed Lockwood’s hands.
“Go on.”
“More important than I could ever put into words. Everything about you is perfect to me.”
Lockwood was about to continue when the sound of footsteps on the stairs sounded through the room. He immediately dropped Lucy’s hands. “Did you hear that?”
George got up, turning to the door. “Yes”, he said slowly. “Sounded like someone running up the stairs.” He and Lucy exchanged a worried look as Lockwood rushed to the door. “Shit! Do you think she heard?”
“Probably.”
“That was not the plan!” But Lockwood didn’t stay to explain what exactly the plan was, instead, he ran out into the hallway and up the stairs, taking three steps at once.
Lucy looked over to George. He just shrugged. “Maybe that was the kick in the ass he needed.”
Lockwood was sure that he had never run up a set of stairs that fast in his life. He was out of breath as he came to a halt in front of the door to the attic. His hands were sweaty as he knocked a few times, praying that you would open the door.
At the knock you sat up on the bed, frantically wiping away the tears from your cheeks. Who could that be? George? Maybe your running had woken him up and he was here to tell you off. You buried your head in your pillow. You didn’t want to talk to him. You wanted to wallow in self-pity and cry about the fact that the boy you liked, liked your best friend instead. But the knocks continued.
You wiped your cheeks again, just for good measure and hoped that the tears weren’t so obvious. You pulled open the door, ready to tell George that you were sorry but not in the mood for a scene, but the words died in your throat as you came face to face with Lockwood. You gasped, trying to close the door again. He moved so quickly that you barely registered it and held it open.
“Are you crying?”, he asked, and while you shook your head, the tears came back with a vengeance at the concern and tenderness in his voice. “No”, you sniffled, taking a few steps back. “Leave me alone, please.”
He ignored you. “What’s wrong? Were you downstairs?” You didn’t say anything, just wiped another stray tear. Lockwood sighed deeply. “How much of that did you hear?"
It felt like your stomach had tied itself into a thousand knots. “Listen, Lockwood, I’m happy for you and Lucy, but please, I need some time to myself right now.”
“Y/N –“ Lockwood ran his hand through his hair. “Listen to me. It’s not what you think.”
Suddenly, you could feel anger rising within you. What was he trying to do? Flirting with you for months, keeping your hopes up, only to then choose Lucy and tell you ‘it’s not what it looks like’.
“It’s not? It seemed awfully clear to me, Lockwood.”
You could tell he was hurt by your sharp tone.
“I swear it’s not. Please, Y/N, you have to believe me. It's a long story."
You crossed your arms over your chest. "I got time, try me."
Lockwood buried his face in his hand. It was hard for you to see him like this. He seemed to be in great distress.
He stepped closer to you, and you allowed him to take your hands, even though you immediately had the picture of him doing the same to Lucy in your mind.
“This is going to sound so dumb, but I promise you it’s the truth. I’ve been thinking so long about how I could possibly tell you how I feel about you. And George had this idea – this stupid idea where I would confess to Lucy, but pretend it’s you. Like a practice run. That’s what you heard.”
You stared at him. “How could I possibly believe that?”, you finally asked, and his shoulders slumped down. “You always know exactly what to say, in every situation. How am I supposed to believe that you need to practice –“
“Because you make me so unbelievably nervous, Y/N. You should have heard the five attempts before that final one. It was pathetic. George could have come up with something better.”
You smiled weakly. “I’m not sure about this.”
Lockwood looked at you, desperation written all over his face. “I know a way of proving it to you if you let me”, he said, his right hand slipping up your arm to cup your cheek. “Please?”
Your head was spinning from his sudden closeness and the warmth of his hand. You closed your eyes. “Prove it”, you whispered and your heart skipped a beat as you felt the soft touch of his lips on yours.
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windwheeler-aster · 2 years
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the warmth of the fire
summary: you and diluc decided to spend the evening inside, by the warm fireplace instead of outside in the cold. an easy choice, really.
masterlist | advent calender
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pairing: diluc x reader
reader info: gender neutral pronouns (they/them), reader can be traveler
word count: 354 words
genre: romantic, fluff
format: one shot
warnings: none
a/n: god i want nothing more than to be comfortable in front of the fire right now. anyway, i do hope you guys like this 💖
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The winter storm outside was horrible and loud, screaming for attention.  Wind whipped at the windows, causing heads to turn. The snow outside turned from rain to snow to hail throughout the day, not making up its mind on what it wants to be. 
Diluc shoved another log into the fireplace, watching the previous log crumble as the embers ate away. He tossed in a few crumpled pieces of paper, smiling when the embers danced across the paper. If he could, Diluc would just sit there watching the fire.
He closed the door to the fireplace, and looked at you.
You were comfortably sitting in this quickly made blanket nest. Your beautiful face stuck out from the blankets you clutched tightly around your form. When you made eye contact, you gave him a cheeky smile.
Truthfully, Diluc was glad he sent everyone home early and was inside with you. It was the only time when he could show you as much love as he wanted. Even if he isn’t too overly romantic, Diluc cherished these moments.
“Do you have any room in there for another person?” He asked.
You feigned a look of thoughtfulness. “Well, as long as they’re incredibly handsome and kind, there’s some room.”
He laughed as you opened up the blanket. Diluc sat beside you, pulling at the blanket to cover himself. As you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder, Diluc pressed a kiss onto your head.
“Is the weather normally like this?” You questioned. “If it is, I’ll have to leave you, my love.”
“No, just some wind and snow from Dragonspine. It doesn’t happen too often,” Diluc chuckled. “Although, I wouldn’t blame you. This weather is terrible.”
“At least I have a boyfriend to keep me warm.” You snuggled into him.
He raised his eyebrows. “Like a heated pillow, or something?”
You nodded. “Exactly.”
“Is that all I am to you? A heated pillow?”
“No,” You kissed his cheek. “You are a handsome heated pillow, my dear Diluc.”
“You’re so strange,” He tries to hide his blush.
You saw it. “You know you love it.” 
“True.” 
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illfoandillfie · 3 years
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Hey i just wanted to say thank you for all the wonderful blurbs you put out for the advent calender thing! You are such a generous writer and you give so much joy to us thirsty readers lol. I was just looking over your blurbs to re-read a few and I came across one you wrote a while ago, it was a D9 and E9 request where roger bets that reader likes to be spanked and then puts her over his knee in the studio, oh my god even though it's short enough that was honestly the hottest and most effective thing I have ever read 😍🔥 a few paragraphs in I was like jelly - you really do have a talent!! So thank you again! 😅❤
ahh i just saw this ask (it kinda got buried under tarot requests lmao) but thank you so much!! 
i’d totally forgotten about that spanking blurb but i just reread it and oof how did i come up with that 🥵
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straykidsftw · 4 years
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25 Days of Stray Kids - Day 1
Title: It’s Christmas!
Genre: fluff
Member: Seungmin (blurb)
QOTD: What advent calender do you have this year? And do you enjoy advent calenders?
AOTD: i have this super expensive lindt one, it’s ridiculous, it’s literally got like a teddy bear of a raindeer every other day ... and ya i like it, chocolate every day? ? count me in
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December 25th, 07:49 - “Seungmin. Psst. Seungmin!”
“Shhh.”
“Seungmin! I’m awake now! I can’t go back to sleep!” you exclaimed, “please!”
“Well I’m still asleep, see?” Seungmin said, flopping his head on the pillow and pretending to snore.
You giggled, running a hand through his serious bed hair, “come on, sleepy head. Up you get!”
Seungmin sighed, “alright then. Why are you so awake anyway? You’re never like this.”
Seungmin sat up, rubbing his eyes as you stared at him in disbelief. He didn’t even bother opening his eyes, just groaning sightly, his voice still raspy.
You rolled your eyes, jumping off the bed and running downstairs to collect the two stockings, one for you, one for Seungmin.
“It’s Christmas, Minnie!” you exclaimed, getting back into bed and throwing Seungmin’s stocking at him.
“Oh my god it’s Christmas!” Seungmin exclaimed, opening his eyes and finding his glasses, sliding them onto his face.
He smiled, leaning back and pressing a kiss to your lips, “merry Christmas, baby.”
You smiled, “merry Christmas, Seungmin. Now hurry up! I want to open my presents!”
“You go, I’m just gonna... wake up for a while,” Seungmin said, laying back down.
“Kim Seungmin!”
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bandblogging · 4 years
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Kitchen mess (Josh Dun blurb)
🎄BANDBLOGGING’S BLURBY ADVENT CALENDAR 🎁
Day 9
Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader
Words: 500+
Summary: Trying to bake cookies with Josh turns into a mess.
A/N: I know that I wrote one very similar to this last year and frankly that one was better but I have committed to this advent calender and well oops
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You started working through the list on your fridge very slowly. It had written up different types of cookies you and Josh had promised to bring to the Christmas party that the Joseph's were hosting this weekend. Josh was practically part of Tyler's family and ever since you started dating Josh you were always invited along with him. You had already crossed off the easiest kind but now you were facing sugar cookies. You both had baked them a few times between you but it had been quite a while and back then your mom was doing more of the work than you.
"OK so we got the butter and the sugar and the eggs, that's all the wet stuff right?", you read through the recipe again, checking off the ingredients in your head. "Yes, all of that", Josh replied and began mixing it per instructions. In the mean time you began measuring out the dry ingredients, dumping them in the bowl. The flour made a cloud, it only getting even bigger when Josh started stirring again.
He started coughing once it hit his face, dropping the spoon and bringing another cloud of dust up. Josh turned away from you and sneezed so loud it scared you. "Bless you", you laughed. "Don't laugh at me", he whined but chuckled at the end. "Sorry you should've known that would happen", you grinned at him and grabbed the spoon out of the bowl. A second later a handful of flour hit you in the chest, sending dust into your nostrils. Your scream of surprise was muffled by your coughing fit. "Oh you should've seen that coming", Josh laughed.
"You're an asshole Josh", you managed to get out in-between your coughs. You reached into the powdered sugar and aimed it at Josh, hitting his shoulder. He somehow was quick enough to shelter his nose and mouth with his hands, blocking the powdered sugar. "Not fast enough", he joked and stuck his hand back into the flour. "Don't you dare", the spoon was close enough for you to reach, hitting it on his hand lightly to make him leave the bag alone. Instead he pulled his hand back too quickly, making the flour bag fall from the counter and onto the floor. A huge cloud of white powder raised from the kitchen floor and covered your clothes. "Oh no", Josh muttered, looking down at the ground.
You wanted to be mad at him for making a huge mess but instead of yelling you started to laugh. It was already done and his expression was simply too funny, his little 'oh no' topping it up. "You're cleaning this up", you pointed at the mess, shaking your head but still laughing. "Only if you help me", he pouted and began scooping flour into the thrash can. "Fine", you rolled your eyes and started wiping down the surfaces that were still visible.
It took you almost an hour to clean everything, throwing away the cookie dough in the meantime, it was way too dry now. "You know there is still time to just buy cookies before we get to the party", Josh suggested and leaned against the kitchen counter. "Sounds like a plan", you grinned.
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neewtmas · 4 months
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hello my lovely!! i almost forgot to request a blurb from your advent calendar! i'd love it if you could write something fluffy and angst for george x fem!reader (she/her pronouns), with the prompts "You're jealous aren't you?" "I'm not jealous.", and "Friends don't look at each other the way you two do."
thank you again lisa!! you are an absolute diamond <33
ALLIE!!!! first of all, thank you for sending me the perfect prompts I love me some jealousy <3333
Secondly, I know I said I'd post these on the 24th, but I honestly just majorly underestimated 1) how busy I would be and 2) how absolutely unable I am to write something short
so I now have a 1.7k words blurb for you here (is that still a blurb? who knows lol), I hope you enjoy!!!
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Lucy shoved the entrance door closed with her elbow, both hands occupied with heavy bags containing a week's worth of groceries. The thin straps were cutting rather painfully into her fingers, and she didn’t bother removing her boots before walking into the kitchen. She was surprised to see George sitting on one of the chairs, one of his comics open in front of him on the table. But instead of reading, he was staring off into the distance. His grim expression could have probably pulverised a ghost on the spot.
“Why are you sitting over here?” Lucy asked as she set down the bags on the counter. When she had left, he had been in the living room with Lockwood and Y/N. George just made an indescribable noise and picked up his comic, a clear sign that he didn’t want to talk. Lucy shrugged and turned her attention back to the bags full of groceries. When she was done putting everything away, George hadn’t moved at all, his eyes still trained on the pages in front of him, though it was obvious that he wasn’t reading. She knew there was no use in trying to talk to him, so she made her way over to the living room.
When she pushed open the door, she immediately knew why George had fled the scene. Lockwood and Y/N sat on the couch, Lockwood holding open one of the many gossip magazines that were strewn all over the library and living room. Y/N was peering over his shoulder as they read an article together, giggling at something that Lockwood had pointed out on the page. Lucy bit back a smile. No wonder George was in such a sour mood.
“Lucy! You’re back!” LISA turned away from the magazine and Lockwood, smiling at her. “Have you seen George?” Lucy pointed back over her shoulder. “He’s sitting in the kitchen. He’s not in a very good mood though, I’m afraid.” LISA’s face fell. “Why?” Lucy shrugged. “No idea. Why don’t you go and ask him?” The girl immediately jumped up and pushed past her.
Lucy padded over to the couch and flopped down next to Lockwood. “You know you’re driving George crazy with that, right?” Lockwood feigned innocence. “With what?” Lucy gestured wildly. “This whole spiel. ‘Y/N, do you wanna read with me?’” She did a very exaggerated Lockwood imitation. “I do not sound like that”, Lockwood said indignantly. But he couldn’t hold back his smile very long. “It’s working though, isn’t it?” “If by working you mean George being in a horrible mood, then yes.” Lockwood shrugged, opening the magazine back up. “He could have her next to him. All he has to do is say something.”
It didn’t take long for Y/N to return. She didn’t come back in though and remained in the doorway. “I’m going to sleep”, she said, giving them a short little wave. “Did you talk to George?”, Lucy asked, surprised to see her again so quickly. She had expected her friend to stay in the kitchen and talk with George for the next few hours, as the two of them so often did. Y/N suddenly looked like a kicked puppy. “He didn’t want to talk to me”, she said quietly. “Made that very clear.” Lucy looked over to Lockwood, who grimaced. “Alright, I’ll join you soon”, Lucy replied. Y/N gave her a short nod and left.
Lucy waited for the sound of her footsteps on the stairs before she turned to Lockwood. “You took it too far”, she said quietly. Lockwood dropped his magazine, raising his hands defensively. “I didn’t do anything. It’s not like we were making out or anything.” Lucy rolled her eyes and got up. “Where are you going?” “Damage Control”, she said curtly.
In the kitchen, George was still sitting in the same spot. Lucy pulled out a chair and sat down. “What did you say to her?” George seemed slightly surprised at her direct question. “Nothing”, he finally said, looking down on his hands. “Well, Y/N looked like she was about to cry, so it was probably not ‘nothing’.” George winced at Lucy’s sharp tone. “I didn’t want to take away from her quality time with Lockwood.” The last part he practically spit out. Lucy leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” George looked at her incredulously. “I’m not jealous”, he said quickly. “What would I even be jealous of?”
“That it’s Lockwood who gets to be close to her and not you.”
Lucy watched with amusement as his cheeks reddened and he silently opened and closed his mouth, not finding the words to dispute her claims. It wasn’t often she got to see George like this - flustered and scrambling for words. “That’s not true”, he finally said weakly. “It is, and we both know it. I suggest you think about how you can make it up to her.” Lucy stood back up. Before she closed the door behind her, she turned around again. “Or else Lockwood might be the one to swoop in and comfort her.” She didn’t wait for George’s reaction and instead made her way up the stairs. She knew that last comment was unnecessary and cruel, but maybe that was just what George needed.
In their room in the attic, Y/N was sprawled out on their shared bed, staring at the ceiling. She did not move as Lucy sat down on the edge of the bed. “Are you okay?”, she asked after a moment of silence. Y/N let out a long drawn-out sigh. “I think he hates me”, she said quietly, but the hurt in her voice was loud and clear. Lucy grabbed her hand. It pained her to see her best friend like this. “He doesn’t. He could never.” Y/N turned her head to look at her, tears shimmering in her eyes. “He wouldn’t even speak to me, Lucy. I’m nothing to him.” Lucy squeezed her hand, silently cursing George. “Y/N, you are everything to him. I promise you.” The silence that followed hung heavy in the air. “I feel so stupid for thinking that one day we might be something more than friends.” Y/N paused, avoiding looking at Lucy. “Sometimes I’m not even sure if we are friends at all.”
Lucy had to hold back a scoff. It felt surreal sitting here and hearing Y/N talk like this when on the other side there was George who was so obviously, painfully head over heels for her. “Yeah, I’m not sure if friends is the right word for what you are”, she finally said. “What do you mean?” “Friends don’t look at each other the way you two do”, Lucy simply said. Y/N hid her face in one of the pillows. “You’ve said that so many times. I just can’t believe it”, she mumbled into the fabric. Just at that moment, a knock sounded at the door. “Come in!” Lucy called before Y/N could protest. The door creaked open and George hesitantly stepped into the room. “Well, time to find out”, Lucy said and got up. “That is your chance. Don’t fuck it up”, she said quietly as she walked past George, pushing him towards the bed and Y/N.
George had his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans and winced as the sound of Lucy closing the door echoed through the room. Not daring to look at Y/N he slowly made his way over to the bed. He wasn’t sure if sitting down would be overstepping a boundary, so he stood awkwardly, looking anywhere except at the girl in the bed in front of him. “You can sit down.” He hated how small her voice sounded but did what she said and sat down at the very edge of the mattress.
When the silence became unbearable, he finally spoke up. “I’m sorry. For earlier. I shouldn’t have ignored you like that.” He forced himself to look at her, and his chest tightened at the sadness in her eyes. “It’s okay”, she replied but he shook his head. “It’s not. It was absolutely uncalled for. You did nothing wrong, I was just… on edge.” A pause.
“Why?”
George’s throat felt dry, and he nervously clasped his hands together in his lap. “I – It’s hard to explain, I –“ The words died in his throat as he felt her warm hand coming to rest on his. He looked down and then at her, and suddenly he knew that he just had to say what he was feeling. The inevitable rejection be damned, he couldn’t keep it to himself any longer.
“I hate seeing you with Lockwood”, he blurted out. “I get so jealous.” Immediately, he wished he could take his words back. What was he thinking? But much to his surprise, Y/N didn’t pull her hand away. She also didn’t laugh at him. Instead, she sat up. “Jealous?”, she asked softly, and his stomach dropped with the way she looked at him. He hated when that happened – one look from her and he forgot every word he ever knew. “I –“ His voice gave out, his heart now beating out of his chest. This was going terribly. “Yes, George?” Y/N looked at him with big eyes, and it was then he noticed how much closer she had gotten to him. It wouldn’t take much to just reach out and -
Looking back at that moment, he didn’t know who it was that initiated the kiss, he just knew that from one second to the other, his lips were on hers. His mind went blank, and for a short while his entire world was only her, her soft lips, the little noise she made as his hand found the back of her head without even thinking about it. She pulled away from him slightly, and he had to stop himself from leaning forward to chase her lips for another kiss. “Wow”, he breathed out. She didn’t say anything, instead leaning forward to close the gap between them again.
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windwheeler-aster · 2 years
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can i hold that for you?
summary: your favorite person, kujou sara, has invited you to join her on a patrol through the east side of narukami island. as you two take a quiet strol, you see the perfect opportunity to make a move. 
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pairing: sara x reader
reader info: gender neutral pronouns (they/them), reader is not traveler
word count: 669 (nice) words
genre: romance, secret romance
format: headcanons and blurb
warnings: none
a/n: ahhhh she’s so pretty💖 god im so glad i accidentally got her, she’s so fun💖 beautiful burb
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sara has always been someone you have admired
from her skills, talents, and intelligence, to her grace and beauty, you have secretly loved every part of kujou sara
you two have hardly spoken, as you’re only a medic in the tenryou commission. the best of the best, actually, but that’s not important
and she’s kujou sara, leading the battles on the front lines and continuing the vision hunt degree
she’s been in your tent plenty of times, usually just for a quick patch up before leaving once again
there was this one time where she caught you staring from your medical tent
but you tend to only think about that embarrassing time when it’s too late at night to not be sleeping
or when you’re bored in your medical tent, spacing out as you organise your things
when you zone out and not realize that the object of your affection is trying to get your attention
“Excuse me, er, medic,” Sara’s voice beckons in a hesitant tone, “could you accompany me on my border patrol?”
You startle, not expecting her to be here. 
“Medic?”
“Right, sorry, was just busy thinking,” you lie, turning around to face her. “Yes, I can do that.”
Sara’s lips, which you hadn’t meant to glance at, twitched upwards before she forced it back down into a line. She turned on her heel, not really waiting for you to catch up. Without looking, you grabbed one of the spare med bags and followed after Sara.
She only stopped when you left the entrance to the camp. Once you catch up, she resumed her fast pace, causing you to quickly match her pace. For the majority of the time that Sara led you, you were busy focusing on your pace rather than where she was taking you. 
But you recognized Chinju Forest once you walked into it. The forest was hard not to notice, with it’s glowing blue plants. In fact, your vision almost had a blue tint to it with how prominent the color was in this place. 
Sara let out a shiver, taking your attention from the environment to her. Your eyes meet her yellow eyes, and you notice how she straightens her posture under your gaze.
“Are you cold?” You ask. “I think there’s some emergency blankets in this medical kit, if you want them.”
Sara shook her head. “It’s quite alright, this forest is just little eerie.”
“Really? I find it quite beautiful,” You slip your gaze from her back to the path in front of you. “But now that you mention it...”
She chuckles. “Right? I hate going here alone, honestly.”
“Is that why you asked for me to join you?”
“Partially. I also wanted a good healer by my side,” Sara replied. “And some other reasons as well.”
You felt your heart flutter and cursed your mind for reacting at the simple compliment. “Thank you, I take great pride knowing that I can be reliable to you.”
Just as Sara is about to respond, a breeze of chilly wind comes through the two of you. It rustled the leaves that remained of the trees, and made the both of you shiver.
Sara cursed. “It’s so cold, I feel like my hands are going to freeze off any moment.” She looked at them. “Even with the gloves on.”
“Could I hold them?” You blurt aloud. “I would hate for our best archer to lose her hands.” 
Sara froze. “Your best archer?” 
“Yes, now,” You eyed her hands. “May I please hold your hand?”
The blush on Sara’s face deepened in color, but she did give you her hand. It was almost like your hand was made to complement her’s. The curves in her palm were perfect for the indents in your’s. You smiled and looked up at Sara.
“Please don’t tell anybody,” Sara whispered, “I can’t even imagine what the others would say about this.”
“Because they’d be jealous? Or you’d be embarrassed?”
Sara smiles. “Because they’d be jealous, of course.”
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windwheeler-aster · 2 years
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popsicles and chattering teeth
summary: you and chongyun snuck out one night to hang out on top of a rooftop in liyue harbor. as you notice your breath turning into white puffs,  chongyun broke out some popsicles to share.
masterlist | advent calendar
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pairing: chongyun (platonic) x reader
reader info: gender neutral pronouns (they/them), reader can be traveler
word count: 458 words
genre: platonic, fluff 
format: headcanons and blurb
warnings: chattering teeth mention
a/n: lowkey, love eating cold foods in the winter💖 but also hate my teeth chattering and freezing my brain
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you’re in the middle of a nice day dream, laying on your bed and filling in the time between you being awake and falling asleep
when you hear a tap or two on your window
quickly, you rush over to the window and open it
and in stumbles in your best, and only, friend, chongyun
as you’re asking him what he’s doing here at this time of night, chongyun is rubbing his head and arms from the tumble onto the floor
chongyun explained that he was doing this to get you out of the house for once
before you can him what “this” is, chongyun has grabbed your hand and carefully led out the window
together, you carefully travelled on top of the rooftops
although it’s quite hard for him to concentrate on where he’s taking you when you’re whispering (practically hissing, actually) questions that he is rudely ignoring
once you’ve stopped, chongyun points out the view of liyue harbor’s port
To Chongyun’s credit, it is a nicer sight than the view from your bedroom window. The lanterns’ warm glow gave the docks a beautiful and homely light, something so different when it was light out. For a moment you don’t even realise that Chongyun is pulling you to sit down on the tiled roof.
“Is this why you kidnapped me?”
“Kidnap is a strong word,” Chongyun says as he scratches the back of his neck, “What I did was not kidnapping.”
“Oh? Then what was it?”
He dangles his feet over the edge of the roof. “I’m getting my best friend out, for their own good.”
“Sure,” You roll your eyes.
When you look back at him, Chongyun has a popsicle in his hand. Unlike his usual popsicle, this cool and blue treat came in two. 
“Where do you even keep those?” You laugh.
Chongyun offers a shrug as he breaks apart the joined blue popsicle. “I’m a man of many secrets, my good friend.”
“Yeah right,” You accept the popsicle. “Are you the same Chongyun that told me his whole life story when we first met?”
“It wasn’t my whole life story!” 
You shrug and bit into your popsicle. A strong breeze came by as you did so, reminding you that it was winter in Liyue.
“You know, you could have at least let me get my coat on before we left.” 
Chongyun turned his head to look at you. “That would have ruined the surprise.”
“I’m so cold though,” You whined, faking a shiver to get a laugh out of Chongyun.
“Shut up,” He lightly punched your shoulder. “It’s not that cold.”
Almost as if on cue, both of your teeth began to chatter. 
“This does not prove your point!���
“Oh it absolutely does!” You counter.
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windwheeler-aster · 2 years
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snow angels
summary: when you were asked to look after klee, you did not expect such a task to be so... difficult
masterlist | advent calender
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pairing: klee (platonic) x reader
reader info: gender neutral pronouns (they/them), reader can be traveler
word count: 460 words
genre: platonic, chaotic
format: headcanons and blurb
warnings: one swear
a/n: i love klee so much she’s adorable💖 i would babysit her 100%💖
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even though she’s normally excited all the time, she gets even more adorable excited around snow
as soon as her scarf and mits are on, she’s willing to fling herself into the nearest snow pile
you’ll need to grad her before she leaps, head first, into an obvious shallow bank of snow
once you manage to catch your breath and let her go, you’ll need to grab her again because she wasn’t listening to you about how shallow the snow here is
she just wants to play! >:P
it takes most of the afternoon to find a good place to play with klee
but when you do, she’s all giddy and pulling you around
the first thing klee does is fall down into the snow, eagle spread
once her small body collides with the ground, klee moves her arms and legs
soon, she has an adorable snow angel 
klee is smiling so wide and her eyes are so big and bright
she easily managed to convince you to come down into the snow with her
The cloth on your arms and legs that were protecting you from the cold so far, are now soaked through. The snow beneath you dampens your back and rear, and you’re almost envious of klee’s thick and warm coat. But the way she turns to you and smiles makes all the cold melt away.
“Have you ever made a snow angel?” She asks, sitting up and giving you a look of curiosity. 
“Yeah,” You moved your arms and legs in demonstration.
Klee squinted. “You’re not doing it right. You have to move your arms and legs out a lot, like this!”
Klee plops down on the other side of you, where the snow is a blank canvas waiting for Klee. She spreads her arms and legs out, like she told you. Once she’s done, Klee looks at you.
“See!”
You chuckled, “Okay, okay. I think I got it now.”
Klee stands up to watch you, her cheeks and nose pink as the sun rise. 
You indulge, for Klee, and begin to move your arms and legs. Once you were sure that your angel was big enough for Klee’s standard, you stopped. 
“Yay!” She cheered, as you stood up, “I knew you could do it!”
You clutched your chest. “You doubted me?”
Klee giggles, “Maybe...”
You rolled your eyes again as you brushed the snow off your coat. You couldn’t remember the last time you had done this for a long time. 
“Oooh, what’s that over there?” 
You look up and see Klee running in the wrong direction, off to find something or someone.
“Shit,” You whisper to yourself. You begin the chase, finding it weird that she was out running you. 
“Klee! Get back here!”
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windwheeler-aster · 2 years
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wheeler’s genshin advent calendar (2021)
24 pieces of writing that are published everyday until December 25th, 2021. They are all winter/holiday themed prompts with characters from Genshin Impact. The writing can be headcanons, blurbs, drabbles, imagines, one shots. In the headcanons and blurbs and once shots there will not be a song recommendation. Most, if not all, will have some grammatical or spelling errors.
Most of these prompts are christmas related, in some way, so I apologize. Regardless, I would like to wish everyone a good holiday season! You have all made me a better writer, and I hope that this can be a gift back to you for all the support.
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DECEMBER 2021
🎶December 1🎶 christmas carols with barbara (platonic!barbara x reader)
🔥December 2🔥  the warmth of the fire (diluc x reader)               
🎀December 3🎀 present wrapping (albedo x reader)
💫December 4💫 shooting stars (xiao x reader)          
🎁December 5🎁 a surprise! (eula x reader)
🌨️December 6🌨️ through the snow for love (kazuha x reader)
🍾December 7🍾 when you give a bard some wine (venti x reader)
🛍️December 8🛍️ going to the christmas market (ningguang x reader)
❄️December 9❄️snow angels (platonic!klee x reader)
🧣December 10🧣 are you cold? (childe x reader)
🎄December 11🎄 decorating the christmas tree (lisa x reader)
🧥December 12🧥 rosaria to the rescue (rosaria x reader)
🐕December 13🐕 a snow day in (gorou x reader)              
💸December 14💸 traditions (zhongli x reader)               
🧊December 15🧊 popsicles and chattering teeth (platonic!chongyun x reader)
⛄December 16⛄ a “friendly” competition (amber x reader)                
🪲December 17🪲 for warmth (arataki itto x reader)               
🌊December 18🌊 take a break (kokomi x reader)
💋December 19💋 under the mistletoe (beidou x reader)              
 😉December 20😉 a snow ball fight (thoma x reader)                 
☕December 21☕ hot cocoa (mona x reader)
⛸️December 22⛸️ on the ice (kaeya x reader)
🧤December 23🧤 can i hold that for you? (kujou sara x reader)  
🛷December 24🛷 my dearest friend (raiden shogun/baal x reader)
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