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[fevremulti]

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Ameloni | Grey's Anatomy - Loving Life Again

[ainslairo]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ affection… affection… and more affection!

The Aeon of Abundance, Yaoshi, found you in the Simulated Universe, and thinks you’re so cute! They just have to know who you are, what you are, where you’re from… so many questions! And they see you so regularly! Every week when you and the Trailblazer test the Universe for Herta, they get so overjoyed to see you in the Event of Occurrence. So, whilst the Trailblazer is fighting trotters, why not ask you out? (With a kiss on the side, of course!) Yaoshi hugs and kisses you everywhere and anywhere when they get the chance, and wants you all to themselves~

Kafka thinks you’re so interesting, so worthy of her attention, so perfect for her. She can’t get enough of you, honestly. She just wants to hold you by the waist and dance with you and give you everything you want ~

Sampo? Sampo. Sampo is just Sampo. I don’t know how you’re dating that man, you deserve better. Why do you like him, like- WHY. Anyway. Sampo can just come out of nowhere and give you a hug or kiss, but then when you turn around you won’t see him. This man, istg.

[dat-bruv-person]

GUYS SELF!AWARE HSR AU OR NO??

[brrmian]

Congratulations on 200! Your writing is amazing. May I please request “no, it’s not like that” from the prompt list with Obi-Wan? It’s an angst prompt, but I’d really appreciate a happy ending after the angst lol. Thank you!

“No, it’s not like that.” + Obi-Wan / prompts are closed!

a/n this was supposed to be a lot angstier, oops… but i hope you like it anyway, anon!! i inserted some shirtless obi-wan for the soul ;)

The screaming of lightsabers echoes throughout the training room of the Negotiator as your weapon clashes against Obi-Wan’s blade. Your hair falls from its tight bun to frame your face as you dodge Obi-Wan’s relentless strikes, parrying back with slashes of your own.

Normally, the two of you are in perfect sync—practicing your form with Obi-Wan is one of your favourite pastimes, and has been since you were both Padawans. The relentlessness of the Clone War makes you both short on time, so when you were assigned a joint mission, you both seized the opportunity to practice.

But something about today’s practice session just doesn’t feel right. You’re both tense, and blue light from hyperspace shines through the windows of the training room, making you feel less grounded than usual.

You pause, holding up a hand to signal to Obi-Wan that you need a break.

“Are you alright?” he asks softly, and you purse your lips.

“I’m fine.” You turn away from Obi-Wan, deactivating your lightsaber and hooking it onto your belt. Sweat drips down from your hairline, and you reach up to wipe it away, sighing heavily.

“You hardly look fine,” Obi-Wan observes, crossing his pale, freckled arms over his bare chest. You can’t help the way your eyes move down his toned figure, but after a moment of silence, you close your eyes and turn away once more. “Is something wrong?”

His own lightsaber deactivates with a satisfying snap-hiss. Knowing he can sense your feelings through the lifelong bond you share, you throw up your mental barriers, ignoring the hurt that drifts across your bond at your actions.

“No,” you say shortly. And it’s true—nothing’s wrong, not with Obi-Wan, at least.

He seems to think otherwise, however, because the next moment he’s standing next to you wearing a concerned expression, one hand on your shoulder.

“You don’t have to lie to me,” he whispers, and you feel your chest constrict with something like longing. “I’ll go, if you wish.”

A long-suffering sigh tumbles from your lips. “No, it’s not like that.” You bite the inside of your cheek. “I’m just… nervous.”

You don’t need to explain. A look of understanding dawns on Obi-Wan’s face. “This is hardly your first mission,” he points out. “There’s no reason to be nervous.”

“It’s my first mission with a battalion,” you retort sharply, shouldering out of Obi-Wan’s grasp. “I’m used to working alone—not with soldiers.” Shaking your head, you run a hand through your hair, which had long since come loose. “They should’ve just let me stay a Shadow.”

“The Council picked you for this mission because they felt you were capable enough to succeed where others could not.” Obi-Wan moves to face you, his lips forming into a kind, gentle smile. He lifts a hand to rest upon your shoulder again, and you feel your heart stutter. “I trust you—but you must learn to trust yourself as well.”

You return his smile, then, and reach up to clasp his hand in yours. “Thank you, Obi-Wan,” you whisper. “I… truly don’t know what I’d do without you.”

The truth of your words hits you like a storm. His eyes, blue and pristine, reflect the bright light of hyperspace. You can’t tear your gaze away, and it’s moments like these that make you curse the Force-forsaken feelings you’ve harboured for Obi-Wan since the two of you were teenagers.

You’re attached to him, and you know it—but the constant guilt breathing down your neck doesn’t stop you from admiring Obi-Wan’s sharp, graceful features and silky auburn hair. It doesn’t stop you from taking a hesitant step forward and reaching up to cup his cheek.

It certainly doesn’t stop Obi-Wan from closing his eyes and leaning into your touch with a soft exhale. Closing your own eyes, you lean forward and press your forehead against Obi-Wan's.

[dat-bruv-person]

-‘๑’- all he wants: kaveh

a/n: I've been gone for quite a while huh... sorry :( Here's some angst <3

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly <3

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Kaveh cries to get your attention -> he wants you to notice him. He romanticises everything. When you two get in a fight, he's so emotional - writing in his diary that he's sorry, the pages tear-stained. He's a little princess, guys, he's always loved royalty.

He's such a pretty thing -> he loves being pampered, especially if you take the lead. He'll cuddle you so tightly and kiss you all over and hold your hands and squeeze them. He's so tired of arguing and losing to Alhaitham, give him a rest.

He looks out the window when he's home -> He wonders if you'll come round to visit. Alhaitham is always making fun of him when he does, but your company is the best. Sometimes he'll fall asleep. It's even worse when it's raining. He draws next to the window, finishes his work there, knits there; waiting for you to come. Don't leave him.

[ainslairo]

·˚ ༘ make-out session!

Dan Heng will most definitely pull you to a library for a kiss whilst acting like he has no idea what you're talking about. What do you mean he's the one that snuck you out of your room at 2 am just for a kiss? You're being ridiculous... Now get yourself over here - these lips won't kiss themselves.

Dan Heng’s lips are so soft and pink and full, they're just AKSSJJSBAKAJ I wanna nibble on them so bad 😭 lucky youuuu

[fevremulti]

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Ameloni | Grey's Anatomy - I'll Call You Mine

[ainslairo]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ petnames

Dan Heng calls you by your name, that's it, but the way be says it is just... different. It sounds pleasant and sincere. You could listen to him all day, no need for anything too extraordinary. Just Dan Heng and Dan Heng only.

Seele calls you “babe”, classic. Simple and short since she isn't one for fanciness. Your relationship is one behind closed doors, but just a slip-up and soon all of Wildfire will know that she's got a lover. That isn't a bad thing, I mean, look at her - but you could be used as blackmail. I suggest you keep your love on the down low.

March 7th calls you all sorts of names: pookie, baby, honey, sweet cheeks, baby cakes - all sorts of sweet and cringe stuff. Mostly to embarrass you, but because she loves you. She follows you everywhere, taking pictures of you at your prettiest and your ugliest. She means no harm, don't worry!