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Playing with Sigmas hair and cuddling him would cure all my mental illnesses btw 🤭 (THERES ALSO ONLY LIKE 2 SIGMA GIF BTW 😭😭)

Who would have guessed, me actually writing on my blog originally intended for writing ? Any who, I got a sudden spark to write something with Sigma, and allll i want to do is just play with his hairrrrr >.<

Gn! reader x Sigma (relationship, partners)

(sorry if the reader is more ooc)

Genre: Fluff and comfort

Synopsis: Giving this poor insecure man some cuddles and braiding/playing with his hair

Word count: 787 words

Fine for all to read !!!!

Sigma sighed softly, drawing the brush over and over through his long-tangled hair. The milky white and lilac purple colours of silky hair all mixed and tangled together. He loved his hair a lot, he thought it made him look fabulous, but on the days were all he wanted to do was sleep forever, taming the strands felt like the biggest hurdle of his life. He considered giving up, letting his hair be a spikey mess on his head, but that wasn’t professional. That wasn’t the image he wanted for himself.

“Sigma ?” You asked, tiredly walking into the bathroom, dressed clad in one of his cosy white button downs. It smelt exactly like him, marshmallows and lavender. You waddle over, the drowsiness of just waking up still in full affect, making your body feel groggy as you slump on his back, rested your chin on his shoulder, slightly looking at the mirror. He looked flustered, a soft pink hue colouring his cheeks.

“What are you doing up so early dear ? Its only 5, please go back to sleep and get some rest.” Sigma said clearing his throat before turning to instead cup your jaw in his slender hands. He leant down to rest his forehead against yours.

“Welll, you’re up, so I am now.” You say, a soft laugh coming from you as you lazily drew your arms around his waist.

“Ah…My apologise dear. I didn’t mean to wake or disturb you.” Sigma assumed that you were staying up because he had been too noisy.

“Goodness Sigma.” You mutter under your breath. You had noticed since dating him he always thought that he was the problem. Behind closed doors, or any place where he was more vulnerable, he was quite the miserable, insecure man. That no matter how good he did something, it wasn’t enough for him, it broke your heart a bit. Sigma had been as quiet as a mouse, you just wanted to stay up with him to keep him company.

Sigma felt uncomfortable now, the feeling of your arms, feeling like a vice grip instead of a gentle wrap, so he slightly pushed out of the hug, giving you a slightly awkward glance, fiddling with his fingers like he was going to say something before he simply turned back around and started to lazily brush his hair. His eyes just slightly wider now as he stared at the sink, not daring to look in the mirror in fear of catching your gaze, which he was sure was filled of annoyance.

You sighed softly, reaching out very carefully to place your hand on the top of his head. He flinches softly but soon relaxes as he feels your fingers start to trail and run through his hair, starting to untangle any remaining knots.

“Your so pretty Sigma…I love you to much for you to be anything but a treasure.” You whisper to him, leaning over to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. He doesn’t say anything, but you see the small smile finding its way to Sigma's soft pink lips.

“Your hair though…its quite long isn’t it. You should let me braid it >:3”

And that’s how you and Sigma ended up in this place. Sigma's face resting on your lap as you braided his long hair. His hair was airy and smooth, you had braided his hair, but the sleepy look had melted your heart, so all you were doing was playing with his hair, giving his face soft caresses.

His arms were draped around your waist, his thumb sometimes rubbing circles on your hips, the occasional soft sound of approval and enjoyment rumbling from Sigma throat. He was utterly adorable like this; you could hardly resist. You tugged him up more onto your body, wrapping your arms around him tightly, burying your face into the top of his head, the scent of his lavender shampoo was overwhelming in the best way possible.

This awoke Sigma a bit more, blinking a couple times. He looked up at you with his purple eyes, seeming a bit foggy and dazed from being woken and out of his peaceful state.

“Oh ! Sorry, that was a lot longer than I expected…Uhm, I don’t mean to crush you or anything.” Sigma started to push off, but you clung on tighter. Sigma hesitated, his eyes widening as instead of displeasure, he seemed to be causing pleasure and happiness for you.

Slowly, gently Sigma bought his arms around you again and he snuggled into your chest, letting his eyes close once more. Your hands found its way to those silly locks again, twirling them around your fingers as Sigma found rest on his partner.

so sorry if this is badly written or odd, i feel like this is more ooc 😅 im also editing this when im supposed to be eeping 🥺

YOU SAID THAT NOT ME GOD KNOWS I DIDN'T WANT THIS i tried to hold myself from drawing angst FOR ONE MINUTE and then i see THIS /j

(who am i kidding i had the same idea from the beginning but thought "hey, maybe try making something light and fluff this time? it's gonna be fun")

Full version

Throughout the years

THE LETTER (by joud abu rashed)

Words: A single distinct meaningful element of speech or writing, used with others (or sometimes alone) to form a sentence and typically shown with a space on either side when written or printed. Words are a way to express one’s self, they show emotion, they might hurt someone, end relationships, start wars, they can be used as a weapon, since words are an important factor of both freedom and democracy, but most importantly words impact people, either negatively or positively depending on the situation. the war has ended a year ago marking a new age of democracy, it started since poverty was spreading like an illness due to the evils of monarchy so naturally the people protested their rights using their words but they weren’t heard the government was deaf to their pleas so a war eventually broke out in order to gain justice. Chaos and confusion that’s was how I lived after all I was a child an orphan who lost both parents and any sense of peace or security I ever had. I was lost, starving, with no will to live in this cruel world. Along with the bloodshed, something happened or rather someone came and rescued me. 

His name was Ashton Arlert, He was a kind man with a heart of gold. He took me in, provided me with every necessity. He taught me how to read and write, how to use a gun and protect myself just in case I find myself in a difficult position, but most importantly he gave me a will, a will to live. After years of suffering the war ended which lead me to decide to live a normal life, so I moved out to pursue my own career as a ghostwriter in a small company. You see after the war there was a huge decrease in people who knew how to write, which meant ghostwriters (especially for letters) became widely popular. My job required me to listen to people, to observe and analyze their emotions then find the right words that fit the message they want to present. I had my own life, friends, responsibilities, etc  yet Ashton never left my mind, he was like a father to me and I never showed him how much I appreciated what he had done towards me so I decided to write a letter to him. I was a professional writer with tons of experience yet I struggled with it (ironic isn’t it). For days and days all I would do is stare at an empty piece of paper with a cramped hand longing for words. Needless to say I was frustrated. I wrote and I wrote as if I was running out of time but nothing, just nothing. Everything I wrote would soon become another crumpled piece of paper in the trash, till one day while the smell of my morning coffee was mixing with the smell of ink coming from my pen I suddenly found the words that I longed for. I ran to the post office with the feeling of  relief in my lungs and a hint of excitement in my eyes. It was a quite night when he received the wax sealed letter, he looked at the handwriting a sense of nostalgia flooded him. He held it with his wrinkled hands as he read it with tears flooding his ocean blue eyes. The letter simply said “Thank you, Ashton, for everything. Sincerely Nadia” A simple phrase that’s all it took to bring a grown man to tears.

hehe I know that it isn't about that but this is the first thing that appeared after that^ video (and it's funneh hehehe)

@cupcakeslushie , tbh this is one of my top 3 fav "separated AUs"

Hope you're doin well

YIPPPEEEEEE exactly though worst that happens is i need an ear removed right that's okay i like vangogh

ask game! give 5 boring facts about yourself and pass it on <3

1: I don't have my ears pierced (yet)

2: I be wanting a dog

3: I like bugs

4: I don't like a lot of fancy cheeses ;-;

5: I like the colour green

thenks for the ask dude :D

Well I do need to have *some* finger dexterity/j

can you use chopsticks?

Well, well, well, I made a small parody of song of Evil Like Me from the Descendants, but instead its Negaduck singing to Jim Starling, Mr. Starling doesn't how to truly be evil, like Negsy is... sorry in advance.

Red: Jim Starling

White/Black: Negaduck

Orange: Together

Look at you, look at me I don't know who to be, negsy Is it wrong, is it right? Be a thief in the night, negsy Tell me what to do

I was once like you, my other-self, slightly insecure Argued with my mother too, thought I was mature But I put my heart aside And I used my head Now I think it's time you learned What dear old negsy said

Don't you wanna be evil like me? Don't you wanna be mean? Don't you wanna make mischief your daily routine? Well, you can spend your life attending to the poor But when you're evil doing less is doing more Don't you wanna be ruthless and rotten and mad? Don't you wanna be very, very good at being bad?

I have tried my whole life long To do the worst I can Clawed my way to victory Built my master plan Now the time has come, my look-a-like For you to take your place Promise me you'll try to be An absolute disgrace

Don't you wanna be evil like me? Don't you wanna be cruel? Don't you wanna be nasty and brutal and cool? And when you grab that chainsaw that's when your reign begins Who wants an evil ruler without a sack of sins? Don't you wanna be heartless and hardened as stone? Don't you wanna be finger licking evil to the bone?

This is not for us to ponder This was preordained You and I shall rule together (but mostly me) Freedom soon regain Mister of the universe, powerful and strong

Other me, hear me Help me, join me Won't you sing along?

Now we're gonna be evil, it's true Never gonna think twice And we're gonna be spiteful Yes, spiteful That's nice

In just an hour or two Our future's safe and sure This negaduck, and other me act is going out on tour

If you wanna be evil and awful and free Then you should thank your lucky star That you were born the duck you are The other universe of an evilicious king Like me!

Pete is on the phone: So, that's why I think..

PJ: DAD!!

Pete: What the-..

PJ: DID YOU FUCK A DUCK?!

Pete without hesitation: YES!! AND MORE THAN ONCE!

PJ: OH MY GOODNESS!!

The Phantom Blot on the line: Why...

That one ova scene but reversed