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So that fjara legend reminds me of a very famous Egyptian legend similar to this. It's called "El Naddaha- ۧÙÙۯۧÙŰ©", the meaning of it's name comes from the verb "nadha - ÙŰŻÙ" which means call someone out loud so she is basically called "El Naddaha" because she calls people. Also "nadha" isn't a verb used in classical Arabic, it's just used in Egyptian accent lol. Anyway, enough linguistics, the legend is about a very pretty women that lives in the Nile. She calls one by his first name, rendering him speechless, hypnotized, and obedient to her voice which he blindly follows to the Nile, which leads them to their death! I know it's a legend and everything but that one gives me chills when I think too much about it so I would rather not lol.
#should I tag this with Sherlock and co?#I love sharing more about my culture and these things cause I always tend to compare everything#it's so so so interesting for me to see how different people view different parts of the world but may find similarities#if you asked me to talk about the similarities between Egypt and Britain that I only found through reading Sherlock?#I will probably have to talk for hours to address everything#and that's kind of sad since we were colonized for +60 years and a lot of ppl have died
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hi i was wondering if you would do headcannons of the yan!fanboy if reader actually noticed him coming to all their shows and events
obsessed (superfan! yandere boy x gn!popstar reader)
warnings: stalking, average yandere tendencies, nsfw, perverted yandere, gender neutral reader, mentions of naked reader but no genitalia addressed, dom reader, reader is compliant with the yandere and teases him a ton, lowercase intended. btw i do not condone yanderes irl.
a/n: i hope y'all know i read every single one of your asks, comments, and reblogs. i appreciate them all and they do brighten my day. i'm just saying this so y'all know that the stuff you send to other writers (not just me) matters a lot!! when you interact it gives them inspiration!!! and motivation!! me personally sometimes i see ONE kind reblog and i immediately get my ass up and start writing something just because of that one person. don't get me wrong, i still love all my lurkers that silently like a ton of my stuff, y'all are important too. anyways i'll shut up now onto the hcs. (btw this ended up being a fic instead of hcs i apologize. i went crazy over this i'm sorry anon LMAO)
"hey, you look pretty familiar. have you been to a few shows before?" you asked kindly, facing the short man in the front row of the audience.
bayani froze as the stadium's screens pointed to him. he opened his mouth in an attempt to say something, but nothing came out. his face went red and his throat went dry. did you actually notice him, or was he just dreaming?
after a few seconds of waiting for an answer, you shrugged. "sorry, maybe i mistook you for someone else. anyways..."
the yandere boy still didn't move, with his mouth agape, as you continued on with your show. the people around bayani didn't seem to care, assuming that he was just a starstruck fan. but it was more than that. much more than that.
out of the millions of fans that attend your shows and events, you recognized him among them. you noticed him. and he didn't know how to handle it. what was he supposed to say? what would you even talk about? sure, he's seen all of your interviews and heard your music and dissected your lyrics for hours every single day, but would you ever want to interact with him as much as he wanted to interact with you? he was just a lowlife. he had an average job, average amount of money, he lived in a shitty apartment, and he had no friends or major accomplishments. all of his free time outside of work was spent on you. spent on following your every move and investigating everything you've put your hands on. if you ever spoke to him, you'd probably think he was some sort of pathetic stalker.
that thought drove him mad. he couldn't even focus on the rest of your concert. he didn't hear the blaring music and screams from the crowd. he wasn't paying attention to your performance, either.
he could only stand there and imagine the punishments you'd inflict on him if you found out about his obsession. would you call your security to take him away? he'd hope not. if he's going to be kicked and pushed around, perhaps even handcuffed, he'd rather you do the job rather than some random guard. but maybe he'd accept the punishment, only because you were the one who deemed it necessary. he takes your word like gospel, so he'll take whatever punishment you want, even though he would prefer your hands on him while you do it.
his imagination ran wild as your concert finished and you walked off the stage with your dancers. the crowd of fans in the stadium dispersed around him, moving along with their day. but bayani couldn't just move on with his day knowing that you know he exists now. how is he supposed to simply move on from that? he spent a long time making sure you never noticed him. even though he attended every single one of your concerts and events, he did not want to be noticed. he knew he wouldn't be able to handle it. but it finally happened. he finally got a taste of what it's like to be seen by the love of his life. he couldn't just leave it at that. he had to do something about it.
being under your gaze, even if it was only a few seconds, made him feel like he went to heaven. it made all of the hundreds of dollars he spent on you worth it. all of the hours he spent listening to your music and watching videos of you was worth it. it was like he awoke from a slumber. a long, miserable slumber. he had to find a way to thank you. say something to you. he messed up when he simply froze after you saw him. who knows when he'll get another chance like that?
it took a few hours for the stadium to be empty, and the security started to shoo bayani away. but when he went outside, the parking lot was still full. your concert ended hours ago, but there was still loads of cars trying to leave. it would be frustrating, but bayani had to find a way out quickly.
he climbed on the back of a nearby truck and rested his legs there, waiting patiently for the vehicle to move out of the traffic. even though he knew the truck wouldn't go anywhere near your mansion, he knew how to get to your house on foot. he only needed to rest on the truck until the traffic was gone.
after a few hours on the road, he jumped out of the vehicle, and started to walk to your mansion on foot. he didn't need to look up the location online, because he already knew where it was. he visited your home many times in the past, he just never attempted to go inside before.
his veins were on fire and he started to sweat the closer he got. he was starting to have second thoughts about his idea. but there was no time to go back, because he already showed up to your house before he could change his plans.
to get inside, he had to climb up a tree, jump off of it, and land in your backyard. he used that trick often in the past, since it was not his first time going to your house. he often snuck on your property to watch or take pictures of you while you slept.
he tried opening your bedroom window, but it was locked. he had to try a different one.
he went over to a window beside your bedroom, and thankfully, it was unlocked. but the moment he opened the window, he heard the sound of water running and your familiar voice humming a song. were you in the shower?
bayani climbed inside as quietly as possible, and closed the window behind him. his suspicions were correct. he was in your bathroom, and you were taking a shower. your curtains covered up your figure, so he couldn't see you.
bayani looked to the side of the room and saw a pile of your dirty clothes on the floor. he ran up to it and immediately took a large whiff at the pile. it smelled divine to him. he couldn't get enough of it. he quickly spotted your used underwear in the pile and snatched it without thinking, then he stuffed it in his pocket. you wouldn't notice, right?
before he could take the rest of your clothes, the water suddenly stopped. bayani ran to hide, in a spot where you couldn't see him but he could see you. you opened the shower curtains and stepped out with a towel in your hands. you were completely naked, and still drenched in water. bayani felt like he died and went to heaven again that day. he couldn't believe what he was seeing. you were completely naked, right in front of his eyes. ignoring the puddle in his pants, he nervously fumbled around his pockets, trying to find his phone. there was no way he could pass up an opportunity like this. without hesitation, he snapped a photo of you.
but he didn't notice that the flash was on.
he froze, and you looked towards him. neither of you said a word, and bayani saw his future flash before his eyes. you would probably scream for security and he would get taken away to prison, never to see your face again. his life would be over.
"you're the guy i've been seeing everywhere, huh?" you whispered.
"...are you going to, uh... send me away?" bayani gulped.
you thought about it for a moment. this guy clearly cared a lot about you, because you saw him literally everywhere you went. no matter what country you visited, he was always there. even if you didn't tell a single soul where you were going, he was somehow always there. you even saw him on your property a few times, so you knew how crazy he was. but you still let him do it. and you never reported him, either. you knew exactly what he wanted. you could always hear him moaning outside your window, knowing he would have one hand down his pants and a camera on the other.
he was cute, so why not have some fun with him?
"come here." you commanded. he followed your order without thinking, immediately falling down to his knees in front of you.
you grabbed his chin, and made him look up at you. he felt hot tears well up in his eyes as you stared him down. he didn't say a word, but you knew exactly what he was thinking.
you pressed your knee against the wet stain on his pants, and he let out a pathetic whimper. he was getting off on it.
he didn't know what to do. his dreams were finally coming true. he got noticed by you, got into your house, saw you naked, and you finally touched him. he was overwhelmed, and started crying. he didn't mean to look so weak in front of you for a first impression, but he couldn't help it. besides, he'd make a fool out of himself any day for you.
"you're so pathetic.. you've been stalking me for so long, and now you break into my house to see me naked. i could call the police and have you arrested..." you whispered, as you started putting more pressure on his crotch, moving your knee up and down on it, and inching your face closer to his.
he sobbed, âplease, don't! i promise, it'll never happen again. i'll stop, i'll do whatever you want, i'll-"
you cut him off by connecting your lips to his, setting his heart on fire. you pulled away after a few seconds, leaving him speechless. there's no way you just kissed him. he had to be dreaming.
and then you moved your knee away from his crotch right before he could cum, making him let out a whimper and crumble to the ground.
"thanks for letting me have some fun with you. we can do this again soon.. if you be a good boy and return my underwear." you winked, walking away and leaving bayani a hard, pathetic, leaking mess on your bathroom floor.
#yandere x reader#sub yandere#yandere imagines#yandere#soft yandere#stalker yandere#stalker bf#male yandere#male yandere x reader#dom reader#yandere oc#yandere oc x reader#yandere x you#yandere x darling#yandere smut#yandere oneshot#masochist yandere#yandere headcanons#yandere boy#tw yandere#yandere boys x popstar reader
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Farleigh Start x Fem!Reader
Summary: Hating Farleigh had never stopped him from using you
Content Warnings: Language, Fwb, Forbidden Relationship, Unedited, Dark Fic, Dark Humor, Coarse Jokes, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Smoking, Weaponizing!Ollie, Smut (+18), Minors DNI, Slight CNC, Breeding, Neediness, Exhibition Kink, Grinding, Extreme Degradation, Humiliation Kink, Praise Kink, Hate Sex, Hair Pulling, Rough sex, Messy Sex, Spitting, Orgasm Control, Dirty Talk, Choking
He'd definitely bully me if he was real, and I'd be in love with him
"It's not like we're actually going to eat anything. Mother only insists we all make use of the furniture," Venetia's rambling is incessant as she walks briskly into the dining hall. You know her irritation is the by-product of the undiagnosed anxiety that comes with being forced into an uncomfortable Dior slip on such short notice.
In all fairness, you weren't doing so well either. The dress you are currently wearing is just as suffocating and Venetia's Saint Laurent heels dig into your bone. Your outfit is a velvety, laced up nightmare.
A torture chamber.
You wholeheartedly wanted to crawl into your own bed and forget about everyone and everything. In fact, the only thing keeping you mildly excited for dinner with The Henrys happens to be-
"Gentlemen!" You exclaim, before cleverly adding, "And you've brought Farleigh with you."
You all congregate at the left side of the dinner table, while the Henrys and The Henrys wives all mill about the dinner party. There are'nt any rules to things like this. It's all so self explantory.
What was not all too self explantory was your seating positions. Venetia forces you to sit in between herself and a very vexed Farleigh.
"How interesting," Farleigh barely addresses you in his tired monotonous lilt, "You're almost, nearly, just about, decently dressed." You bristle as you lower your behind to your chair, all while Farleigh shoots you a tight-lipped smile.
"Wow!" Your words drip with sarcasm, promptly halting Farleigh from flirting with the man to his immediate left - one of the Henrys closeted sons, no doubt. "That almost, nearly, just about sounded like a compliment!" You exclaim before leaning over beside him in a daring display of confidence. You place your hand tentatively on his thigh before whispering, "Am I going to have to use my rape whistle?"
Farleigh's scoff sends a string of lightning shooting down your spine.
"You're such a slut, I think you'd enjoy probably enjoy it." His breath is hot against your cheek and would be considered vile.
It should be vile.
Why can't you bring yourself to find Farleigh as vile?
With his elbows lowered underneath the table like a good little gentleman, Farleigh lets his fingers crawl tentatively over your thigh.
The games are on.
Your heart is beating at a million miles an hour with your mind reeling at not only Farleigh's large warm palm finding its home on your ample thigh but his words.
They are in complete contrast to everything you two have experienced together thus far on your stay in Saltburn.
As his fingers inch their way towards your inner thigh you're absolutely breathless. All you can think about is your escapade in the pool the evening before.
Both Catton siblings had been immersed in a very Catton argument, leaving you and Farleigh to your own devices on the banks of the stone pool.
With both your arms leaning over the ledge of the pool and Farleigh pressed to your side, no one could barely tell that Farleigh already had two digits dipped inside your weeping cunt. His hand moved slowly and deftly, so as not to cause too much of a stir in the water and give you two away. And he did it all while leaning his free hand out of the pool, cradling his copy of Jane Eyre with his eyes glued on the pages.
"F-Fuck Farleigh, can I cum?" He sighed at your agitated state.
"Not until I'm finished with Chapter 18." He mumbled almost distractedly, as if your needy voice was something akin to a pesky fly interrupting his reading.
Chapter 18, as you'd probably guessed, had never ended.
His cousins were back from their argument and his fingers left your cunt just as quickly. You had both went back to pretending to hate each other and you were left to 'rub one out' in the safety of your room like some hormonal teenager.
You truly are furious with him.
"What's this I'm hearing about a rape whistle?" Felix pipes up from the other side of Farleigh, equally dressed up all spiffy for the Henry's "You didn't rape anyone, did you?"
Farleigh's response is more of a hiss, "Of course I didn't-"
"Surely there must be more savory topics of discussion at the dinner table other than rape?" Comes the quick mediation of Elsbeth, who sits at the head of the table, clutching her string of expensive pearls as if they weilded the power to rid her of all these insolent little kids.
"Of course there is," you exclaim before turning your head to smile at the presence beside Ventia, nestled quietly in his seat like a little pauper.
Farleigh's manicured fingernails sink half moons into the skin of your thigh, peeking up from the slit of your dress as you lean away from him and say, "You must be Oliver! It's a relief to see another commoner around here." It was so undeniably petty to weaponize Farleigh's greatest foe, but the vexation of not being made to cum the night before still hangs heavily on your shoulder. And at the end of the day, you really just were a petty bitch.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ollie!" Slightly leaning over Venetia, the boy looks pale. As if he was biting down on his words. God, his tongue must be riddled in scars.
"Pleasure to meet you." Oliver cooly mirrors the warm and inviting smile stretched across your face.
"Don't lean over me," Venetia mumbles, "I'm not a child."
Meanwhile, Farleigh scoffs once again. While he injects himself in your conversation, his hands move swiftly to cup your vagina, nearly raking a gasp out of your throat in the process. "She won't sleep with you, mate." his brown eyes are trained on Oliver's. "She's a slut but not that big of a slut."
The extreme degradation laced in Farleigh's voice is enough to have you nearly moan out in front of all your friends, their family, and all the bloody Henrys.
Farleigh knew exactly which buttons to push to have you melting catastrophically against his fingers. He knew what words could have you slipping into subspace and he knew how to get your cunt weeping.
"Jesus Christ, could we not do this right now?" Venetia asks, staring pointedly at her cousin, and not at the sight of your legs parting to further accomdate his lazy rubbing against your cunt.
"I'm sorry, Cousin," Farleigh replies, "but it's not my fault your best friend is a raging bitch."
A breathless chuckle escapes your clenched teeth, "I-I'm not a-"
"Yeah, I am so completely done with this conversation," Venitia says, before strangling the stem of her wine glass and chugging it down as if it was nothing but water.
You turn back to hiss into Farleigh's ear, "You're such an a-asshole-"
"Say that again but don't sound like you're on the verge of squirting on my fingers in the middle of dinner." His grin is shadowed by the dimness of crystal chandlier and all the little candles posted along the table. "This is what you get for being a bitch," he says, socasually it makes you break your resolve by shifting in your seat, to better grind your cunt against his fingers, even for a mere second.
It's almost enough to make you cum right then and there.
"Oh-ho!" He aims a guffaw at the sky, "You really are a needy little slut-"
"This dress is shit," you suddenly push yourself out of your chair, creating the minimal noise of wood scraping against the floors. Most eyes are on you and Farleigh slyly removes his hands from in between your thigh. He leans over the table, bringing his fingers to his lips before spreading them over his gums like you would cocaine.
"I have to go change." You say to Venetia, before promptly (and very rudely) bowing out of the dinner.
A few seconds later, you hear Farleigh mumble something about needing a smoke and your heart rattles wildly in its cage. His footsteps are brisk behind yours, and you can feel his eyes sinking into your figure.
While your feet carry you to your destination and you let your brain catch on, you're already sneaking into Farleigh's room.
"Ah! Trespasser!" He exclaims excitedly behind you, with his hands stuffed in his pocket.
"You're so fucking annoying!" Your complains barely escape your throat before he's attacking you in a sloppy, open mouth kiss. He steals the air right out of your lungs, until he's breathing for the both of you. Farleigh slips out of his Abercrombie suit blazer, discarding the material as if it truly meant nothing to him.
His hands are everywhere, with special interests in your breasts compressed tightly by the uncomfortable stitching of your dress.
"This dress..." you mumble distractedly.
"Fuck this dress." He says, and you wholeheartedly agree. Perhaps it was desperate of you to turn in haste. Lifting the ends of your hair to present the zipper to him.
"You look fucking ravenous." He admits in a grave whisper, with his lips grazing the side of your neck, "I wanna fucking eat you." He says, "I wanna be inside you."
"You have such a dirty mouth, Farleigh," the groan that escapes his throat as he zips down your dress lets you know that you may have found your way in.
As the dress spills around your heeled feet, followed by your lacey underwear, Farleigh reattaches his full lips to the skin of your back. "What did you say?" His voice is like the rough gravel encircling Saltburn and you let your eyes roll to the back of your head as you arch backwards against him. His hardness presses against your ass and your fingers weave their way into his curls.
"I said youre a dirty boy, Farleigh." He ruts against you, almost as a second thought. "A dirty fucking boy,"
"Fuck," his hands dig into your hips, rubbing you against him. All as he pleases. "Fucking, fuck. I'm not gonna cum like this-" He says suddenly before spinning you back around.
It is few and sparse moments when you're reminded just how much taller Farleigh is than you and eventide it happens, the wind is knocked out of you. Farleigh advances on you like a literal predator until you're forced to fall backwards on his bed.
He barely undoes the bowtie, and only a few buttons go loose enough to showcase the beautiful expanse of his chest.
"You're absolutely soaked aren't you?" He asks, hovering on the bed above you.
"I need to cum, Farleigh, please-" You knew it was the only way to get what you wanted. You had unashamedly resorted to begging for a man who hooked his nails into your hair, forcing you to sit upright as he parted your legs.
"Look at you," he whispers before cackling maniacally. "You're so stupidly wet, you filthy fucking girl-"
"O-oh fuck, Fuck Farleigh," Your try by all means to grind your cunt into the mattress but is doesn't happen.
"When are you going to learn that I own your orgasms?" He whispers, with his other hand furiously undoing the belt of his fitted pants. "You don't cum until I say. You don't touch yourself until I say. You don't even fucking think about cumming until I say-"
"You're such a big little baby," you spit back, "A big needy, little b-"
You're once again pushed backwards and Farleigh's mounting you with his leaking cock locked tight in his fist.
You automatically lift your legs to present your cunt to him and he groans at the sight.
"I'm going to cum inside of you." He promises.
"I want you too."
Farleigh's eyes are heavy as he slides himself inside you. He looks down at you like you were the most precious thing in the world to him. A treasure trove.
"Fuck- I need you to carry on talking." Farleigh says before shutting his eyes tightly. "Fuck you feel so good-"
"You're doing so well, baby," his hips rut inside you, accidentally pushing his cock in way too deep, way too fast and you both hiss and moan. "Such a good boy," you say with your hair finding his own curls, "You're being such a good fucking boy, Farleigh-"
"Open your mouth," you comply robotically. Farleigh places his hands on the underside of your chin before tipping your head backwards. His chains dangle above you as you stick your tongue out and he spits directly into your mouth. "Such a slut," he says, "Such a filthy fucking good girl." His words have you grinding your cunt against his cock until soon, you're both on the precipice of cumming.
"F-Fuck-"
"Such a good girl," he whispers, with his breath ghosting yoir face and the sound of skin slapping against skin only grows louder and louder. "S-So fucking good-" He whispers over and over again until your cunt clenches around his cock, promting Farleigh's orgasm with a quickness.
His cum spilling inside you has you slipping unceremoniously into your own orgasm and Farleigh wails in both the pleasure of your cunt milking him dry, or your fingers still pulling his hair like crazy.
"Fuck!" He exclaims before slumping on the bed beside you, "Get your fingers out of my hair, you psycho-"
"You love it, though," there's a teasing lilt in your voice, and all Farleigh does is scoff before patting down the pockets of his pants.
"You give me endless reasons to smoke," he says, before tipping his head back, unknwongly leaning into your embrace as your fingers coil through his soft curls.
"You'd smoke anyway."
#saltburn#saltburn x reader#saltburn smut#saltburn x you#farleigh start#farleigh saltburn#farleigh start x reader#farleigh start smut#oliver quick x reader
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RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME | g. tomioka
(this is part two! click here for part one)
synopsis: you left without saying goodbye, giyu needs to know why... author's note: hellllooooo. the reaction to part one of this story was incredible. i cannot thank any of you enough for your kind words seriously. this one is for all of you <3 (psst... to all the swifites, if you can point out two other song references besides rwylm you get a gold star) cw: ANGST (lol like there wasn't enough in the first part), blood, gore, spoilers about rengoku, HAPPY ENDING, not proofread wc: 4.2k
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There was nothing more frustrating than lack of communication. As much as he wished he could read your mind, as much as he begged and pleaded to deaf ears you were just one hard shell to fully crack open. Though Giyu supposed he was probably the same. But at least he was making an effort. He thought youâd make one too.Â
But as Giyu sat cross legged at a Hashira meeting he could meet all their eyes but yours. You didnât spare him a glance like you spared him your time those few weeks ago. Almost a month and a half now and for some reason Giyu couldnât stop counting the days, the hours and minutes.Â
45 days since you knocked at his door.Â
1,080 hours since you grabbed him, your cheeks wet as you pressed your lips to his.Â
64,800 minutes since Giyu woke up in the morning to an empty bed.Â
It never got easier. Each day was like this stabbing pain in his chest. A persistent feeling of desertion. Heâd thought things had changed since that night. The night you cried and cried and kissed and kissed.Â
He wrote you letter after letter but no response. Now here you were in the same room, in a room filled with others but Giyu only felt your presence. Like a heightened sense that haunted him so stunningly that he wondered if your lack of attention would actually kill him. As if he overdosed on it once and now heâd never be able to wean himself off you. Â
You were so close, only maybe three feet from him but you felt worlds away. Could he have done something wrong? Showed too many of his cards too soon? Scared you off? Sure you reciprocated his kisses, in fact you were the initiator. But when it came to a verbal confession there was nothing for Giyu to latch onto. No words, just your actions. But your actions betrayed you. You treated him as if that night never even happened. For 45 days. It was like torture. To want something so badly, to have it for a fleeting moment then lose it. Giyu was losing it. Â
âMr. Tomioka?â Your voice was like a shot of ice through his veins. Giyu blinked the fogginess from his brain and cleared his throat. Your attention was on him. The room is empty. Giyu hadnât noticed the meeting had ended. Didnât notice everyone leaving.Â
âHmm?â He forced out, his eyes sliding to yours. Mr. Tomioka? Even before everything you called him Giyu. But now⊠you addressed him as though he was some stranger. A room alone, a room with you. He could say what was on his mind finally.Â
âDid you pay attention in the meeting?â You asked. Giyu stared at you. You were looking at him. After 45 days of starving for your attention he found himself unable to act normally with it on him now.Â
âHmmâŠ? Oh! Uhâ yesâŠâ Giyu stuttered out, feeling hopelessly useless. Feeling utterly ridiculous.Â
âThen Iâll see you tomorrow.â You said coldly, turning to leave.Â
âWait-â Giyu stepped forwards. Tomorrow? What was tomorrow? A talk? An explanation for your icy treatment? You turned, threw him a look over your shoulder. It was like you read his confusion. As if you knew he paid zero attention in the meeting.Â
âThe training grounds near your house. Weâll meet at sunrise.â You said and then your eyes lingered a second before you turned and left. Giyu found himself stuck still even a couple minutes after you left. Like his legs had forgotten their purpose. In fact, those 45 days heâd been right where you left him. A hopeless, nearly broken man. Stuck back in the time he had you. Haunting his house and his training grounds and everywhere he stood. You seemed to have moved on, seemed to maybe have even forgotten about the fleeting moment. Was that all it was to you? A fleeting moment? Maybe even a severe lapse of judgment? Something like that couldnât have been a declaration of love. Giyu could and had been thinking himself in circles. He wished he said more. Wished he said less. Ran through everything over and over. Replayed it so often the record was starting to skip.   Â
Giyu tossed and turned all night. He didnât sleep even a wink. You wanted to talk. Maybe explain things. Giyu knew whatever it was that kept you so far from him he was willing to work through to find a solution. He was willing to crumble your walls. Or wait. If youâd just verbally ask him to wait heâd pause his life forever for you. Heâd become a ghost. Time could come and go on for everybody else but heâd wait diligently for you. Heâd wait like the moon and chase after you like the sun. If only youâd just give him a damn reason.Â
Giyu turned, the moon shining through a crack in his curtains. His eyes drifted to the empty spaces beside him. The same space heâd left empty since you vacated it. With splayed fingers he touched the spot of his bed and willed himself to remember that night. As if heâd ever forget it in the first place. He was restless so he moved out of bed and to his desk. He pulled out a few letters. Some from Rengoku and some from Kagaya. Both with the same topic. Giyus favorite topic. You.Â
Giyu carefully slid open the first letter he ever received from Rengoku. He felt a pang just merely looking at the older manâs handwriting. All jagged and loud. He smiled as he reread its contents.Â
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Good morning Mr. Tomioka!
I was shocked to see you had written to me but pleasantly surprised! I am doing well, howâre you? I heard you are well on your way to becoming the next water hashira! How exciting! I know weâve only met a few times but you have the demeanor of a water hashira. You seem cool and collected! You have a calm voice and although itâs hard to hear you sometimes I still appreciated our talks! About your interest in my tsuguko; she is doing well. She is very fiery. I could see her becoming the next fire Hashira. She sort of reminds me of you in the way she speaks. Though sometimes I can get her to raise her voice and itâs quite adorable. It would be lovely if you visited her. Iâm sure sheâd love to see you again after you saved her life. But if youâre too busy that is fine, I can always just write you with updates about her. Maybe I can even try and get her to write you a letter sometime! Anyways, Mr. Tomioka, hope this letter finds you well!Â
With regards, Kyojuro Rengoku
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Giyu laughed at the ink splotch on the paper next to Rengokuâs name. It was a common theme in his letters. Probably wrote sort of hard. Giyu carefully closed the letter and opened the last letter Rengoku ever wrote.Â
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Good morning Mr. Tomioka!Â
Congratulations on becoming the water Hashira! The other hashiraâs seemed sort of bummed you werenât able to make it to the little celebration but I knew that kind of thing just isnât your style so I decided to write you this letter instead. I knew you had a fiery streak somewhere in you! We all do! I have a mission coming up and saw that you have one too! I would like for you to let my tsuguko accompany you on your mission! I think she could use a bit of quiet in her life. Sheâs always go go go! Just like me! But I think you two could get along very very well, Mr. Tomioka! I think she thinks of you fondly. I once asked her about the boy who saved her and I am pretty sure she blushed! Ha-ha! Donât be disheartened by her cold attitude, as long as she doesnât verbally attack you that means you might be in her good graces! Sheâs come a long way, I see sparks of softness in her that I hope youâll appreciate. She loves miso soup and sweet potatoes, she gets it from me! She loves to read and canât get enough of the ocean so be sure after your mission to take her swimming. It could be a date! You think I donât know why you often write asking me about her, right? Iâll pretend I donât! Sheâs not much of a talker like you but she listens and remembers everything you say. That mindâs like a steel trap! Please take care of her and Iâll tell her to play nice though Iâm not sure she knows how to! Ha-ha! Only kidding. Be safe, Mr. Tomioka and good luck on your first mission as a Hashira!Â
With regards, Kyojuro Rengoku
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Giyu still blushes as he reads the letter. Rengoku knew Giyuâs intentions even though he was sure he was being discreet. He carefully folded the letter back up and as he did a hint of the rising sun peaked its way through his curtains. He sprung up from his seat. He couldnât be late in meeting with you so he hurriedly got dressed and tumbled his way out of his home. He rounded the corner to the training field and stopped dead in his tracks.Â
You were there.Â
You were actually there.Â
Your sword clutched tightly in your hand as you swung it to and fro, practicing against a ghostly opponent. Giyu watched you. He blinked for a moment and saw Rengoku, in the way you swung your sword, the way you moved, the way your haori flew behind you, like flames licking the air. Rengoku taught you everything you knew and you applied his fighting style with grace and ease. Giyu honestly had never seen you in a battle. And his breath halted as he watched the confidence in your demeanor. Watched the sure way youâd swing, the velocity and speed. The preciseness. You were definitely Rengokuâs tsuguko. In fact, maybe you were even more than that. Almost like his shadow, his predecessor. And you held that title with grace. Giyu almost felt choked up knowing damn well Rengoku was more than proud of you.Â
âJust gonna stand there all day?â You asked, your swing coming through to slice clean through a practice dummy. One half falling to the dirt, kicking up dust. Giyu found himself unable to speak once again as you turned. That attention too much to bear. You hiked up your brow and pointed your sword in his direction. âWell, are you ready to spar?â
âSpar?â Giyu echoed as you nodded your head, walking like a predator towards him.
âWhereâs your sword?â
âThatâs why youâre here?â
âWhy else would I be?â You asked, eyes daring him to mention things you clearly wanted to forget. Giyu blinked through the breaking of his heart. Heâd never felt pain like this. Never knew someone could ignite such warmth then douse it in icy cold water. He never thought you of all people would stab him clean through. Giyu turned just as his emotions were too much to hide. He walked and grabbed his sword, waited a moment to try and gather his composure before returning back a few feet from you.Â
There was something in your eyes. He knew this sight was probably the last thing every single demon that had crossed you had seen for themselves. Eyes like fire, you morphed in front of his eyes into the flames that danced with your techniques.Â
You took the first swing, your movement like the flickering. Your strikes felt hot, as if his skin would sear completely off. Giyu controlled his feelings, he pushed them to the side and met your violence of fire with the calmness of water. Metal clanged, and although youâd killed him moments ago with your words you brought him straight back to life with the way you fought. Youâd found yet another thing for him to fall in love with.Â
Damn you.Â
After several minutes passed and one final swing you both stepped back. It was clear it was a draw. Not a single time did someone pull ahead and leave the other in the dust. Each strike was met with an equal block. You two were an equal match. For a moment you two just stared at each other, dripping in sweat, the sun and heat finally rising. You reached up and wiped your forehead with the back of your arm and sighed.
âSo itâs a draw.â You said and Giyu nodded his head. A silent moment passed before you pulled your eyes from his and walked to your stuff. Giyu watched. Watched you pack up your things and give a halfhearted wave to him as you walked back towards the road.
âThatâs it?â Giyu called out suddenly. He swore he saw you flinch.
âEither Obanai or Shinazugawa will be here tomorrow for the same match.â You called over your shoulder. The cold shoulder youâd given him for so long. 46 days now.Â
âThatâs not what I meant.â Giyu took a step but you resumed walking. âWhat did I do?â
âHave a good day, Mr. Tomioka.â You said and the moment you were out of sight Giyu tore off after you.Â
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46 days ago youâd been laying next to Giyu Tomioka. Youâd woke up early and in the morning light you could see his face again. He looked at peace as he slept beside you, his arms around you, his breathing light. You reached across the small expanse between you two and tucked his raven black hair out of his face. Giyu moved barely in his sleep and you yanked your hand away, shy as though heâd catch you admiring him. As though you hadnât just spent the night together. Once he settled you gazed at him. Something, you knew what it was now, bloomed in your chest. Was this something you could truly have? To kill demons and go home to someone like him at the end of the day? Home⊠what would that even be like? What would that even look like for you? Slowly you sat up in his bed, covers falling from your shoulders, pooling at your torso.Â
Everyone you had ever loved died horribly. You felt as though a curse was placed upon you. Penance for the deaths of your family.
Ever since Rengoku had died there was this thought that haunted you. A sort of prophecy you felt had cursed your very being. No matter how many times you thought about leaving Rengoku there was no way to ever go back and board that train with him. No way to deny his request and maybe even save his life. Would you have been useful or would you have been a hindrance? Would your presence have even changed a thing or were you just destined to love and lose? Your eyes flicked to Giyu, face barely illuminated by the sun rising.Â
If you stayed in this bed would you watch him die as well? Just the thought made you physically sick to the stomach. You felt like a kid stuffed into a hiding place all over again. A helpless, useless kid.
If you let yourself love him and be with him, the pain of losing him might actually do you in for good. And if you left right now⊠would that save his life from the curse placed upon you?Â
Turns out you're quite self sabotaging after all. And by morning you slipped out of his house, tearing back towards the inn, running with your tail between your legs.
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âDo I not deserve an explanation?â Giyu called out to you, you'd almost made it to the end of his house. You paused, turning.
âLeave it.â You answered lethargically.Â
âDid you even read my letters?â
âWhat letters?â You asked and when your eyes found his face the utter pain on it made your stomach drop.Â
âI wrote to you⊠many times. Your crow shouldâve delivered it to you.â Giyu explained, his face utterly disheartened. You glanced at your crow, whoâd been curiously pecking at some bugs in the distance.
âI never received them.â You answered and clenched your jaw. You deserved to see him hurt. The pain you caused him was something you wouldnât let yourself look away from this time. Giyu haori swayed slightly in the wind, he couldnât meet your eyes.Â
âTell me what to do.â Giyu says and you blink at him, your brows furrowing.Â
âWhat?â
âIâll wait. Iâll let dust collect over my life until you wish to have me back.âÂ
âI don't want that.â You said with a start. You clench your jaw, forcing yourself back into some composure. âI want you⊠to⊠go on ahead.â Slowly Giyu raises his eyes to meet yours.Â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI could never feel the same way you feel for me. So I want you to move on.â You said and kept your eyes glued to him as you said it. You didnât let one smallest ounce of pain show on your face.
âWhy?â
 âBecause Iâm not worth dying over.â
âIâm not worth dying over, Master!â You screamed, pain coursing through you. You watched Rengoku surpass his limits, a demon pushing him far past them. The same demon that had gotten the jump on you moments ago. The man couldnât hear you. You stumbled forwards, blood dripping from a wound somewhere on your head, the blood getting in your eyes. You stumbled, losing your footing, your sword clattering against the stones out of your grip. âRengoku, please! Run while you still can!â You screamed, coughing up blood as you crawled towards the fight. Your breathing labored, black ink splotched in your vision. Take me! You thought hopelessly, take me and not him!Â
âY/n? Come on, kid, wake up.â You blinked awake. Your entire body ached, drowsiness threatening to take hold of you. Where were you just now? You mustâve passed out from the pain. âAh, there she is.â A blurry redness kneeled beside you as you blinked until you could see properly. âYouâre awake.â
âMaster?â You coughed as Rengoku smiled down at you.Â
âTough battle, huh? You did great out there kid.â Rengoku said proudly. âYou mastered a few of those moves I taught you, it was incredible.â He recounts.
âI-- lost.â
âHush now. That demon was even tough for me to kill. You did the best you could.â He says reaching for you, ruffling your hair.
âY-you almost died,â You choked out, Rengokuâs hand paused on your head. âI-- Master I donât ever want to be a burden to you.â
âYou are no such thing.â Rengoku admonishes, giving your cheek a sharp and playfully pinch. You gasp in surprise, rubbing your cheek. âYou think too dark sometimes, kid.â
âBut-- Master⊠Iâm not worth dying over.â You say, looking down. Rengoku grabs you by the chin.
âYou donât get to decide that. I do. And I decided that youâre worth saving.â He looks at you intensely to get his point across. You part your lips to argue but slowly close them. âNow enough of this, we won, letâs celebrate!â
âWhat do you mean?â Giyu walks closer to you, his voice has an edge to it. A worried and sharp edge. âAre you unsafe?â
âThatâs notâŠâ You trail off, unsure how to put your thoughts into words. âIâm giving you an out.â
âI donât want it.â
âMr. Tomioka-â
âDonât. Please donât call me that.â Giyu lamented, his expression pained.Â
âYouâd be wise to just move on.â
âI canât. I wonâtâ
âYou can, you should.â You growled. This reminded you so heavily of the night you stormed out of his house and you two fought in the road. You were pretty sure this was almost the exact same place. You gave an inch that night but you were trying desperately to take it back. No matter how much this hurt it would hurt even more if your curse killed him. You had to remind yourself of that. Of the thing that possessed your life.Â
âGive me a reason.â
âMy past should be reason enough for you.â
âWhat do you mean? Speak it plainly for me.â
âItâs obvious. Iâm fucking cursed, Giyu!â You hadnât expected it but ever since that night you cried you couldnât stop. Every little thing made you cry now it was annoying. You cried when you left Giyu in the morning. Cried in your inn. Cried when you arrived back at your empty house, the taste of miso soup and potatoes wrecking your senses. Years and years of it being stored up and the dam broke. You felt like a little kid but there was no way around it. Maybe if you tried being truthful Giyu would leave. âI hid while my family died and because of it Iâm cursed. I thought I could move on. Rengoku was like family to me. I let him in. I trusted him. I loved him. I let my guard down and my curse took him. And I-- I wonât let it take you okay so just do me this favor and let whatever you feel for me die.â You forced your eyes to his. Angrily wiped the tears from off your face and looked at him intensely. âI am begging you.â Giyu looked at you, his eyes scanning your face. He walked and walked forwards until he was directly in front of you. His hands reached out, ever so gently sliding over either side of your jaw, his thumbs wiping the tears from your face. Deja vu gripped you so intensely. Heâd done this same thing before. He leaned close, so close your breath hitched in anticipation of a kiss. But he stopped, mere centimeters away.
âYou are not cursed.â He lets his words sink in. His eyes staring ardently into yours. Your breathing stopped, like youâd forgotten how. That dangerous beat of your heart started up again. Thereâs something to be said about someone that will tear themselves apart just to keep away from the one thing that could make them happy. You were the biggest component of that. It was like you craved hurting yourself. Craved punishment for crimes you never committed. Giyu pressed a kiss to your forehead. âYou didnât kill your parents and you have to stop blaming yourself for it.â His whispers as you pull back slightly, looking as though youâd been slapped. He knew it. Giyu knew you. You looked away but he forced your attention back to him. âThey saved you because they loved you. You were a child. Thereâs no sin in that.â He presses another kiss to your face. You should back up. You needed to back up. You⊠you couldnât. Giyuâs arms slide around you and you're pulled against his chest in a tight hug. âRengoku didnât die because he loved you, he died saving a world that had you in it.â There were the damn tears again. You closed your eyes as they sting you. âYou donât get to choose who loves you and itâs unfair to make decisions for them.âÂ
Rengokuâs words rang in your head.
You donât get to decide that.
âI⊠I wonât make it if I lose you.âÂ
âDonât say that. Iâm not going anywhere and neither are you, look at me.â Giyu pulls back, you tilt your face up, eyes meeting his. âIf you donât want to lose me then fight for me, stop running, Iâm begging you.â You looked up at him. There was no point in trying to build walls, not when Giyu always knew a way around them. You spent a long time in your own head. For once⊠you decided to let someone else make the calls. If even your most self destructive ways didnât scare him off then itâs obvious that no matter what you did you couldnât scare him off.Â
âAlright.â You intoned softly. The utter hope on Giyuâs face was quick to show. âIâll stop running.âÂ
âPromise me this time. Promise I wonât wake up and you're gone.â
âIâm sorry. You deserved better.â You breathed out, guilty.
âItâs okay. I forgive you.â He says fondly. You shake your head, eyes rolling.
âYou forgive too easily.â Giyu kissed you then. No warning. Just pure want. It was the kiss of someone whoâd been counting the seconds youâd been gone. Sickly sweet. Of course heâd forgive you quickly. When he pulled back he pressed his forehead to yours. âGive me your word. That youâll give us a try.â
âI promise.â You say without hesitation.Â
Giyu kissed you again, this time slowly, passionately. He tangled his hands in your hair and you melted. He was going to be the death of you. Though you supposed you shouldnât think that way. You could settle on him being your near death experience then.
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When the morning dawned and Giyu opened his eyes for a moment his bed felt empty. He rolled his head to the side and when his eyes fell upon you there was nothing in this world that couldâve been a better sight. He reached and softly tucked your hair out of your face. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and let his eyes fall back closed, knowing damn well when he woke up again youâd be beside him.
bonus: giyu's letters
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Dear Y/n,
I hope this letter finds you well. I write to only beg for a moment of your time. If you regret what happened days ago then don't spare me your kindness. I long to know what you think. What you really think.
Please meet me at the training yard in two days time.
Giyu
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Dear Y/n,
How're you today? I do not wish to bother you, I just need you to know that I care. We can forget whatever you want. I will pretend away the feelings I have if you want. Whatever you want it is yours. Just please write me back.
Giyu Â
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Dear Y/n,
I would like to speak plainly for once. I love you. You don't ever have to say it back, I just want you to know. That's all. I will stop bugging you because you do not owe me a thing. I hope you are well. If you need anything don't hesitate to reach out. I can be a friend. I can be whatever you want. Please take care of yourself.
With love, Giyu
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#fem reader#demon slayer giyuu#demon slayer x reader#giyuu tomioka#giyu x reader#giyu x y/n#giyu x you#giyuu x reader#kny giyuu#kny x reader
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Not what it looks like - Tendou x Reader
this was just spur of the moment, I don't think I captured him in all his glory, but enjoy... Haikyuu taglist: @lees-chaotic-brain
âWhat do you think Tendouâs girlfriend is going to be like?â
Your whole body locks up at the sound, or rather, the question being asked.Â
âWell, sheâs French, right? So sheâs probably really arrogant. Pretty too.â
âWhat? You think he got himself a model? No way.â Laughter rings out, shaking you out of your state.
You get up from your chair, unsure where to go next. To the restrooms or -?
âAh,â a friendly face smiles down at you, âWeâre here to meet our friends. Table for ten? Semi, did Tendou say who the table was saved under?â
Your eyes flicker to the person behind him. Heâs just as tall, with long, fair hair.Â
âNo,â Semi says, looking at you. âThe table might be reserved under Tendou Satori, or Ushijima Wakatoshi.â
âOr Shiratorizawa,â another voice calls out behind them, âSorry Guys, my shift change ran late.â
Youâre unable to talk, but you point at the table behind you. Thereâs a little sign on it clearly stating it as âreserved for Shiratorizawaâ.
âAh, nice.â The first guy slips out of his coat and hands it to you. âCould you hang that up? That would be nice.â
âSheâs a hostess, Goshiki, not your personal servant,â Semi chides behind him but you shake your head, glad to have a reason to get out of the way.
âOh, itâs okay? Well, in that case-â He and the third guy follow suit and you trudge over to the coat rack to hang them up.
While there, a few other guys address you, all of them asking for the Shiratorizawa table.
You canât help but glare down at your black and white costume that had looked so nice and fashionable at home. Now it only made you look like the hostess of a semi-expensive restaurant.
Maybe you could still go home and change your outfit? Surely no one would miss you for the next half hour until they were all caught up?
âBaby?â Your body locks up again only to relax when you realize Satoriâs alone.
âHey, whatâs wrong?â He pulls you into his arms, smoothing one hand over your back. âYou look sad, everything okay?â
âI look like a waitress,â you whine low in your throat, unable to explain the extent of what just occurred.
âA very sexy waitress,â he points out, squeezing your hips.
âNot funny,â you say and you immediately feel how he leans over a bit to drop a kiss on the top of your head.
âCan I go home and change my outfit?â You ask after heâs swayed you left and right for a minute or so. âYou can just say French people are always late or something like that.â
âThat would be racist and wrong. Tell me what happened, chouchou.âÂ
You sniffle a little at the pet name but tell him nonetheless. He snickers into your hair when youâve finished.
âTheyâre going to look so dumb when I introduce you to them.â
âThey thought I was a waitress.â
âYeah, because youâre so hot they didnât think I could rizz you up.â
âTori,â you chide, though already giggling softly, âIf anything I donât know how I got you.â
âEasy,â he hums, âjust being yourself.â
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Itâs getting late. Over several courses - and multiple glasses of wine - your anxiety has lost its bite. But so has your focus. Youâre leaning heavily into Satori, listening to a story Goshiki tells you, but you can barely follow along.
âAnd then I smacked the ball and it went WHAM across the court.â He says, finishing the story.
You clap your hands softly to show you listened, but youâre not really sure what this was all about.
He doesnât seem to mind, however, grinning from one ear to the other.
âTired?â Satori asks, lips pressed against your ear.
âMhm,â you nod, blinking.
âYou want a coffee before we leave?â He teasingly digs his teeth into your earlobe and you snort at the tickling sensation.
âNo, Iâm fine. I want to be able to sleep tonight.â
âOh?â You can basically hear the waggling of his eyebrows so you lightly slap his thigh.
âWhat are you talking about?â Shirabu asks from across the table. âFrench makes it sound like youâre having intense bedroom talk.â
âMaybe we are,â Satori teases but you shake your head. You donât want them to think wrong of you.
âYou wanna go home right now?â Satori asks, loud enough that the others can hear him.
You immediately shake your head.
âNo, no, we can stay a bit longer.â
Instead of dropping the topic Satori pulls you onto his lap, snuggling his face into your neck.
âYou sure?â He asks again, quieter this time. âBecause if I have to listen to Goshiki recap his latest game one more time-â
You canât help but snort, but shake your head again.Â
âFine,â he huffs, âBut youâre staying where you are.â
And youâre fine with that, cuddled against his warm chest, one arm holding you close, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.
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At one point you must have fallen asleep because when wet, sloppy kisses wake you, youâre no longer sitting in the restaurant, but on the side of your bed.
âWhat happened?â You ask, groaning and giggling into the kisses.
âWell, you fell asleep and did that adorable little snore you do so I just had to take you home and tuck you in. You didnât even wake up when Goshiki dropped his wallet on the floor.â
âDid you carry me into the car and all?â You ask, tired brain slow on the uptake.
âOf course. And up the stairs. Yamamoto-san says hi by the way.â
âThatâs so embarrassing,â you groan, but youâre not able to hide your face in your hands, Satori still clinging to you like Velcro, nudging your cheek with his nose.
âNot embarassing. Cute. Really cute. Like everyone would want you for themselves cute.â
âYou had too much wine,â you tell him, dragging your hands through his short hair. âI love you.â
âLove you more.â
âLove you most.â
âDang it,â he chuckles, âTricked me.â
My Kofi if you want to tip me
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff#my writing#haikyuu x you#haikyuu!!#hq x reader#haikyuu drabbles#tendou x reader#tendou satori#tendou fluff#timeskip
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the ones I picked out for you in Tokyo (18+)
summary: Carmy wants to be pretty for you!
title from: "Guess" by Charlixcx featuring Billie Eilish
word count: 3.1k
content warnings: smut MDNI!!!! Boys in panties, afab reader genitalia, sub!carmy I suppose technically, probably maybe ooc carmy but I don't care oh well, palming, not quite oral but close (m!receiving), dry humping?, reader is called baby several times, smallest pinch of praise kink, I think I got everything?
side note: dedicated to my beloved @carmenberzattosgf !! approximately three to four months ago this was the first idea I'd pitched to her, and now I am here! kisses for my dear <3 ily darling olive!
Carmy had already approached you about the idea. Not very smoothly, you'd add. And it's not that he approached you, you had to sit him down in order to get an answer.
You already had some sort of inkling to the idea. The way he would eye the underwear section of a store or your underwear in the drawer or laundry.
At first you thought he just had a particularly active imagination and specific preference for what he wanted to see you in.
And sure, he loved seeing you in a soft lace pair, little bows on the side. It drove him crazy.
Carmy just didn't have the same yearning look in his eyes when he saw you in them.
You actually brought this up to him a handful of months into your relationship. He very quickly assured you that wasn't the case, and further proved how much he loved them. By spending hours between your legs.
When Carmy would look at the lacey underwear on a display he had this look of wistfulness instead of imagined hunger. He made certain faces at a texture he didn't like and shook his head as if he had been considering them.
More recently you had addressed it during lunch on one of his days off.
The two of you were sitting together at the table when you decided to brace yourself for the conversation.
You had gotten up, taking the dishes from your lunch with you to the sink.
When you came to sit back down, you took his hands in yours and rubbed your thumb over his knuckles, being mindful of his most recent knick.
Carmy looks at you, furrowing his brow a little and tilting his head, fighting a smile.
"Can I ask you something, bear?"
Carmy hums and nods as he studies your face. You can see some of the anxiety working its way into his features.
"It's not bad. It's not bad." You start to reassure him. "Just um... Just something I wanted to ask about... And you don't have to.. feel obligated into answering.."
You worry your lip between your teeth. Carmy taps his own thumb against your knuckles and you swallow your own nerves.
"Would you..." You take a deep breath in. "Do you want to wear panties?"
You study Carmy's face as you finish your question. His face goes through several different emotions, you can see the anxiety in his eyes.
"I'm not trying to corner you, or make you upset. I've... I've just noticed that there's a different look in your eyes when you see them on a display, which you assured didn't have to do with me, so this seemed like the only other option?" You bite the inside of your cheek and can see understanding dawn on Carmy.
"So I figured, if we had a talk about it, and if you agreed, I could take some of your measurements and get you a few pairs... If that's what you wanted. But I don't want you to think-"
"Yes." Carmy says it so assuredly that you're almost shocked. You watch as he swallows down any reservations he might have had before and nods.
"I um.. Yeah, I- I would.." Carmy inhales deeply and nods, for extra affirmation.
You smile at him and nod, "Okay.. Okay, I can get that down."
Carmy nods and looks at your conjoined hands.
"This... This doesn't change anything, by the way." You tilt your head to try and catch his eye. Carmy looks up at you, and you nod at him. "There's nothing wrong with this."
Before he can argue, and to solidify it, you give him a short kiss on the lips. You quickly move to place kisses on his nose and cheeks and around his eyes.
Once you start placing kisses on his eyelids Carmy starts giggling under you.
You smile at him and bring your hands to hold his face.
"I love you so much, Carm." You study his eyes. "So, so much."
"Love you too, baby.. So much." Carmy moves to kiss you sweetly. Slowly he pulls you onto his lap, causing the kiss to become a little sloppier. He moves his hand too quickly, not accounting for the table and you can hear when he hits it.
"Fuck-" Carmy pulls away to look at his hand. "Son of a bitch.."
"Aw, poor baby." You look down at his hand and then back up at him. "Want me to kiss it better?"
You let a little bit of amusement slip into your voice.
"As if.." Carmy mutters as you giggle a little. He gives you a glare that has no heat to it as you smile at him.
"Come 'ere.." He cups your jaw, swallowing your giggles in a kiss.
You cannot wait to get him dressed up.
You suprise him with his first pair a week and a half later. Using the measurements you had taken of him you found one you thought would fit him nicely as well as a color that would compliment his features.
You got it packaged in a slim black box, wrapped with tissue paper on the inside of it. A simple, sleek silk black bow tied it together.
You left the box on your bed, with a card that had his name written on it. Carmy wasn't expected to be back until late in the afternoon a you had some errands you needed to run for the house. Ideally it would be timed for you to arrive home after Carmy did, in time for him to take in the context of the box.
When you did arrive home, you found Carmy sitting on the bed, box in his hands. You discarded your wallet and keys on your dresser as you made your way over to him and stood between Carmy's legs.
Carmy looks up at you, letting the box rest against your legs.
"Have you opened it yet?" You asked as you brought your hand to his head and carded your fingers through is hair.
"Uh... Yeah." Carmy whispers as he leans into your touch, face a little flushed.
"What do you think?" You tilt your head to the side when he drops his gaze down to the box. Carmy moves his hands to the backs of your thighs and pulls you closer to him. When he looks back up, he's able to rest his chin against your stomach.
"I like 'em." He says softly, averting his eyes as you watch the blush work it's way to the tips of his ears.
You smile down at him and move your hand so you can rub your thumb along his cheekbone.
"Do you wanna try them on?" You whisper, offering him an out in case this isn't something he wants.
Though you're pretty sure it is.
Carmy nods as he leans into your touch. You smile down at him and kiss him, soft and sweet. When you pull away he trails after you, you tug gently at his roots to keep him in place.
"Go put them on, baby." You give him a quick kiss on the cheek before you pull away from him.
Carmy watches you for a moment as you head over to your dresser, unbottoning your shirt and putting on an old t-shirt.
Once you start to remove your jeans, Carmy gets up and crosses to the ensuite, closing the door behind him.
When you're done, only in your t-shirt and own underwear, you sit down in the same spot Carmy had been in. You can hear him shuffling around in the bathroom. There's a muttered, "Fuck.." before you hear the lock click and watch the door start to open.
The view that greets you is greater than you could have ever imagined, and you had imagined it a lot.
You drag your gaze across Carmy's body. He's stood in the door frame to the bathroom, awkwardly fidgeting with the waistband of his underwear.
His panties, to be more specific. The ones that match his eyes perfectly and look beautiful against his skin.
It's mouth watering, the view of a little bow right above where he's managed to cover his half hard cock with thin blue lace.
"This is weird.... I- I don't know why-" Carmy starts, every obviously anxious under your gaze.
You're quick to stop him though, bolting up from the bed and holding your hands out as you walk towards him. Carmy puts his hands out for you to grab and you hold them gently before you move them behind his back.
"You look so pretty, bear." You tell him, and start pressing kisses along his jaw, moving down to his neck.
"Re-" Carmy clears his throat and you can feel the vibrations on your lips. "Really..?"
"Mhmm.." You hum as you slowly begin to trail the kisses down his shoulders.
When you reach his chest you make sure to pay extra attention so his pecs, pressing kisses and suckling on his nipples briefly until he groans above you. You make sure to leave bites and kisses along his abdomen as you move down to his waistband and rest on your knees.
You make sure to pay extra attention to the skin around his waistband; along his hips, stomach, and thighs. Leaving little kisses and bite marks that will bruise in the morning. Paying special attention to the vein along his right hip, you hear him moan quietly above you. You duck down to start leaving kisses and bites along the plains of his thigh.
"Fu- Fuck.." Carmy inhales above you when you leave a particularly harsh bite along his inner thigh. Quickly, you place a soothing kiss over it before moving to his other thigh and repeating the same action.
When you're done, you lean back and take in his face looking down at you. Carmy has moved his hands to hold on the doorframe, using it to keep himself upright.
Carmy's eyes are half-lidded and his mouth is out as he breaths heavily above you. The view is pure sin, from the look on his face to heaving of his kiss bitten chest to his happy trail leading you to the baby blue bow of his panties.
You bring your hand to his hip, sliding your thumb under his waistband to rub over the soft skin there. Carmy shudders as you start to place feather light kisses around his happy trail. When you look up, you can see his stomach flexing as he keeps himself from rutting against your face.
You smile up at him, knowing you have that glimmer in your eyes that drives Carmy insane. Before he can process the look properly, you drag your tongue from where the head of his cock presses against lace to the base of him. This time Carmy can't help himself as he bucks up into your mouth before you quickly remove yourself.
The whine Carmy lets out has you adjusting yourself to apply some sort of pressure to your core. This man is going to be the death of you.
From where your thumb sits under his waistband, you pull it taut before letting it go, letting it snap against Carmy's hip. The way Carmy inhales is delightful and you can't help but grin up at him.
"Go lay down for me, pretty boy.." You pat his thigh softly and move out of the way for Carmy to walk past you.
Carmy is awkward in his movements, you can see the slight embarrassment in them still. The view of his ass in the panties is almost as good as the one from his front. The lace fabric barely covers all of him and you can see where it digs slightly into the flesh.
When he sits down is when you stand back up. You watch as Carmy lays back, bringing his hands to fidget with the little bow when he looks at you.
You can hear him breathe in and shudder when you sit on his right side. As you brace yourself on your hand, you don't think you've ever seen Carmy this malleable. It was very rare when Carmy let himself give up control like this, but you were patient in waiting for him to get to this point in your relationship.
The color of Carmy's eyes no longer match the color of his panties, but you can hardly seen them with how diluted his pupils are. Carmy leans into your touch when you weave your right hand into his hair, bracing yourself on your forearm.
The noises Carmy makes as you trail your hand down his chest are nothing short of heavenly. By the time you tug at his waistband he's panting, you can feel the air on your lips whenever he exhales.
"You're so worked up and all I've done is kiss you..." You tease him with a tug at his roots. Carmy's face is flushed and its making it's way down his neck and shoulders.
You take in the way his eyes roll back into his head when you begin to palm over his erection. The strangled groan he lets out is sinful and has you shifting your hips slightly.
Carmy brings you into a sloppy kiss, letting you quickly take control of it. He whines softly when you nip at his lower lip and gently suck along the spot to make up for it.
You pull back from the kiss, taking in Carmy's expressions. When you tug gently at his hair, the whine he let's out is hungry.
Carmy breathes heavily against your lips as you grind your palm over his bulge. When you grip him through his panties, you watch as he bucks his hips into the friction.
When you start to mimic jerking him off through his panties, the moans he lets out are positively filthy. It's endearing the way Carmy tries to keep kissing you between the moans he's releasing.
"Please.. Fu-Fuck, please baby.." Carmy doesn't even know what he's begging for at this point.
"You're so pretty like this Carm..." You whisper, massaging lightly at his scalp. The praise mixed with the actions of both your hands makes Carmy whimper next to you, his eyes shut as he leans up in an attempt to kiss you again.
Your heart feels like its going to burst as you take in the sight. Carmy giving himself to you completely, letting himself be in such a vulnerable situation makes you want to smother him with kisses.
Which you start to do. You start placing little kisses along Carmy's jaw, making sure to only leave a bruising kiss in the juncture under his ear. Carmy sounds breathy is damn near whining above you as you move to start leaving sharp kisses along his neck.
"Holy shii-" Carmy gasps when you accidently scratch over his bulge with your nails, the friction of lace dragging against his skin almost overwhelming. You look up at his face, his head pushed back into the mattress
"Holy fucking shit... Holy sh-" Carmy cuts himself off when you drag your nails along the head of his cock through the lace. He's all but gasping for air as you watch him lose his mind over the friction. You can tell he's close to his end with the way his hips stutter against your hand.
"Aw, bear, you're gonna make a mess of your pretty panties.." You pout at Carmy and watch his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallows. You drag some of the lace over his slit and watch as he keens, hips bucking up into the friction.
"Please, please, please baby, please.." At this point Carmy is just babbling. You can tell he's moments from his climax in the way he's begging and writhing. One of his hands is holding your wrist in place and he ruts into your palm, simply using your hand as a means for his release.
The sight is beautiful. Your boyfriend using your hand to get himself off, the only thing on his mind is to chase his own orgasm at any means.
The groan Carmy lets out is loud and borderline pornographic when you feel his cum shoot into the lace fabric. Begrudgingly, you tear your gaze from Carmy's face to take in the sight of him releasing his load into the baby blue panties, now becoming a deep cerulean.
As you help Carmy ride out his high, you watch silently as Carmy comes undone. His mouth is agape, some of his curls sticking to his sweaty forehead. Once it seems like he's pushing his hips farther into the mattress from overstimulation, you remove your hand and wipe any excess release onto your t-shirt.
Carmy lays still on the mattress afterwards, his pupils blown and lips puffy. Slowly he reaches for you, and you can see his thought process on his face.
It makes you chuckle, after having a mind numbing orgasm, all he can think about is your pleasure. Having his mouth on you, letting you know how much he loves you and appreciates you. Worshipping you, his altar between your thighs.
You grab his wrists, bringing them to rest against his chest.
"So.." You take in Carmy's appearance, he looks thoroughly fucked out. "What do you think?"
All Carmy can do is nod at you vehemently. He breaks your hold on him and gently grabs at your waist. You let him maneuver one of your legs over his hips. He lets out a little moan once you're straddling his hips, sitting right above the waistband of his panties.
"Need your words, bear.." You tap his cheek softly as he stares up at you, with what could only be named as love and adoration in his eyes.
"S good. So, so good, baby.." Carmy's words are a little slurred. "Made me feel.... fuckin' incredible.."
Carmy sits up, causing you to slide back on his half-hard erection. You inhale and chuckle at his enthusiasm.
"Could make you feel even better though.." Carmy whispers against your lips, his eyes half-lidded. You can't fight the grin that makes its way onto your lips.
"You really think so?" You challenge him.
"Know so..." He responds before bringing you into a kiss that has you groaning into his mouth.
With the way Carmy is kissing you, you already know it's going to be a long night.
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One Summer â Part Seven
Pairing: Reader x Azriel
Summary: One beach house. One festival. One summer to fall in love.
Warnings: reader is being chronic overthinker, some vulnerability & deep talks about anxiety, fluff!
Word Count: 4.5k
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The day had dawned with a heavy weariness.
Youâd all slept in late, dragging yourselves out of bed only as the sun climbed high. The last day of Summit had truly taken everything from you, leaving you sore, hungover, and sad that it was over. Now, sprawled by the pool of the house, the world outside felt like a distant blur.
Feyre and the boys had been in the pool for a few hours now. You and Mor remained on the lounge chairs, too hungover and sore to join in, opting to gossip with each other and go over moments youâd missed at Summit. But sheâd slipped away a few minutes ago to fetch more drinks, leaving you alone with your swirling thoughts.Â
Despite your exhaustion, your mind seemed relentless, turning over thoughts that had been too quiet before. You barely noticed Feyre emerging from the pool and settling on the chair beside you, her navy blue towel with star prints spreading beneath her. The weight of her gaze on you made you shift slightly. You offered her a halfhearted smile before your attention drifted back to the pool.Â
âYou okay?â she asked.
âYeah,â you said. âJust tired.â
From the corner of your eye, Feyre tilted her head, narrowing her eyes on your figure. âReally?â
You turned to look at her then, swinging your legs to the side of your chair to face her properly. âYeah.â
âYou know you can talk to me, right?â
You loved Feyre. She was easy to talk to, a loyal friend to her core. But Feyre was also a nosy person at heart. She prodded and poked, dug further at things that you often did. Sometimes it led her to grand discoveries. Other times it led her to getting involved in business she didnât necessarily understand.Â
You nodded, giving her a smile. It was genuine, albeit a bit strained, but Feyre seemed to see right through it. âI know,â you said.Â
âSo talk to me. Whatâs been up with you?â
You blinked. âWhat? Nothing.â
âOkay, fine,â She let out a small huff. âI was waiting until you brought it up. But since you havenât, consider this me bringing it up. Whatâs going on?â
Feyre meant wellâ she always didâ but she was never one to let go of things easily. It was a losing game to continue this with her, to repeatedly deny that something was going on in your mind that warranted such cautious, caring intervention.Â
âItâs complicated.âÂ
Complicated felt like an understatement. Your gaze traveled to Azriel for a split second, watching as he emerged from the pool, shaking his wet hair as he laughed at something Rhys said.Â
âComplicated how?â Feyre pressed.
You realized that Feyre was probably the closest youâd get to someone who could understand your situation. She had started dating Rhys pretty soon after her split from Tamlin. Â
But what if she didn't get it? Feyre had gone through so much with Tamlin, but their relationship had been significantly different from yours and Eris. They were co-dependent, turned toxic by their devotion towards one another. You and Eris⊠well, it was fine. Eris wasnât a bad boyfriend. He did everything right. But he wasn't the one, it never felt right.Â
âWhen you ended things with Tamlin, did you ever feel likeâŠlike maybe you were moving on too quickly?â
Feyres brows knitted together and, for a moment, you wondered if youâd said too much.Â
âI did, yeah. But I realized it wasnât about timing, really. Just about what felt right, what made me happy.â
You nodded, letting her words settle into your mind. You wanted them to sink into your anxious gut, to wash away the twists that had formed since yesterday. You resisted the urge to take another look at Az, to let your gaze linger on his lips. How many almost-kisses could you have with someone before they needed to be addressed?
âWhy do you ask?â Feyreâs voice was low, soft, but there was an edge to it that told you sheâd keep asking until she got an answer that satisfied her.Â
You opened your mouth to respond, but the words remained lodged in your chest for a moment. Finally, you managed a breath. âI guess Iâm just trying to figure out how to move forward without feeling like I'm leaving things behind too soon.â
Your words extended to thoughts far beyond Azriel tooâ extended to the worries about your future plans and what you wanted in life.Â
Feyre tilted her head, studying you. She pulled her wet hair around her shoulders. âAre you worried about what people will think?âÂ
Not just peopleâ- them. Azriel. The truth was, it wasnât only about moving on too quickly, though that certainly was an issue. You felt guilty about moving on at all, like youâd already had your chance and wasted it. Wasted not only their time, but Erisâs as well. Maybe you didnât deserve this time with them. You were intruding on something you should have forfeited the moment you made the wrong choice. And by the end of this summer, you might be choosing something over them again.Â
âMaybe.â You paused. âI just donât want to hurt anyone. Or feel like Iâm doing something wrong.â
Feyreâs expression softened. You felt a pang of envy at how easily she seemed to brush off the guilt sheâd felt. But you supposed thats what anger tended to do. Feyre had mended her guilt with the anger she felt towards Tamlin. You knew she was still working through that now, finding a balance between wanting him to be happy and loathing him for the way he made her feel. But she never wanted to talk about it, so you never asked.
âYouâre not.â Feyre said. âYou have to follow what feels right for you. Moving forward doesnât always mean you're forgetting the past, it just means you're choosing whatâs best for you now.â
You wondered then, how did one know what was best for them? How could you differentiate the feeling of fate and intuition from anxiety and guilt? You were barely an adult. You didnât know what was best for you. But somehow all of them, your friends, seemed to have things figured out just enough. They knew what they wanted to do, where they wanted to end up. You shouldâve just agreed to the plan and wiped it from your mindâ let them guide you until you could decide for yourself. You couldnât though. It didnât feel right.Â
Nothing had felt right for a while.Â
âYeah,â you responded, but your voice felt small, quiet like a whisper. You cleared your throat, giving her a smile. âThanks, Fey.â
She offered a gentle smile in return, her eyes searching yours for any sign of what you were holding back. Before she could open her mouth to speak more, her eyes focused on something beyond you.Â
âIâm back,â Mor sang, her voice light and melodic. She gave you a smile as she sat in front of you, occupying the space next to Feyre.Â
âDid I miss anything?â She handed you a cup before turning to look at Feyre.
Feyre had yet to pull her gaze away from you. You met her blue eyes with a sense of pleading. You hoped, deep down, that she understood what you were asking wordlessly, that she would keep what youâd asked to herselfâ not pry, not dig deeper or ask someone else to. Feyre bliniked and then she nodded, turning to Mor with a smile.Â
âNope,â she replied. âNothing at all.â
You let out a small, relieved sigh and smiled, turning your gaze back to the pool. Almost immediately, you caught Azrielâs eyes fixed on you from the water. He smiled, and the knots in your stomach twisted even further.Â
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Youâd just finished brushing your teeth when your phone buzzed on the bathroom counter. Glancing down, you saw the notification light up the screen.
AzrielJoin me for a walk on the beach?
The corners of your lips twitched upwards. Another text quickly followed.
Your big muscles will scare away any nighttime threats.
It didnât seem fair to spend as much time with Azriel when your mind was all over the place. You didnât want to waste his time, to take him away from the rest of the group. But it was nearing midnight and you were sure the rest of the house had settled into their beds, so it wasnât stolen time necessarily. You glanced down at your phone again, at the unopened text. Something inside you rattled, something restless that craved a moment with Az.Â
You quickly pulled on a hoodie and walked downstairs.
Azrielâs face softened as you rounded the corner to the kitchen. He placed his phone in his pocket, pushing himself off of where he had leaned against the counter.
âY/n.â
You smiled â a smile entirely too nervous to be casualâ and gave him a sloppy salute. âBodyguard reporting for duty.â
Azriel let out a small breathy laugh. âI was starting to think you werenât going to join me.â
âAnd leave you defenseless?â You tsked. âIâd never hear the end of it if something happened to you.âÂ
Azriel smiled, all teeth and warmth and joy. You reveled in the sight of his smile lines, in that dimple and the small, faint freckle that disappeared into it. He motioned towards the backdoor.Â
âReady?âÂ
You nodded, watching as he pulled a hoodie on. You tried your best not to stare at the exposed skin that showed when he lifted his armsâ- truly, you did. But your eyes lingered for a moment anyway and a small blush rose to your cheeks. Youâd seen Az shirtless countless times, he was practically shirtless all of today. But these intimate moments, ones where he wasnât intending to show skin, made you flustered like a twelve year old boy searching for boobs on google.Â
âWhy the text? Why didnât you just come up and grab me?â
Azriel shrugged, stepping to the side to give you space. He closed the door behind you. âI wasnât sure if you were asleep and I didnât want you to feel pressured to say yes. Texting you gave you the option to just⊠not reply and say you never saw it.â
He met your eyes and something inside you melted further than it had before, like a popsicle during midday. There was no doubt in your mind that Az didnât think twice about his decision to text you, that he didn't realize how significant and meaningful the action really was. Even in its simplicity, it was so unbelievably caring. Words evaded you, so you gave him another smile and followed him down the path to the beach, slipping off your sandals the minute your feet met the sand.Â
The beach was always quiet at night, peaceful in a way that made you feel lighter. Only a few minutes had passed since you and Azriel left the house, and now you sat side by side, sounds of the gentle lapping of waves and the occasional distant call of a seabird filling your ears.Â
âHey, uh, was everything okay earlier?â
You frowned, turning to look at Azriel as he spoke. His expression was soft, a sense of concern painted across his moonlit features.
âWhat do you mean?â
Az gave a half shrug. âI noticed you talking with Feyre earlier, when we were all swimming in the pool. Seemed like more than just casual conversation.â
You werenât quite sure how to respond, whether to focus on how true his words were or the simple fact that heâd noticed. A joke slowly formed at the tip of your tongue, your eyes brightening as you opened your mouth to speak.
Azriel made a face. âDo not make some spy joke right now.â
You laughed softly and Azrielâs lips curved into a subtle smile, a knowing one.Â
âFine,â you said, jokingly exasperated. You scanned his face, taking in the way he sat on the sand, how the faint, cool, night breeze ruffled the loose curls on his head. âYou always seem to do that, yâknow.â
Azriel blinked, his head cocking slightly. A small crease appeared between his furrowed brows. He was thinkingâ observing something that he would no doubt store for later.Â
âHmm?âÂ
You brought your knees to your chest, taking a moment to look out onto the dark expanse of the ocean. A wave rolled into the sand before you, foamy and glistening with reflected moonlight. You placed your arms across your knees and turned your head to look at him again.
âRead me so well,â You said. âI think with anyone else, it would drive me crazyâŠbut not with you. It feels comforting. Like someone who knows what Iâm really thinking.âÂ
âNot always,â Azriel said. His voice was soft, skittering across the sounds of the waves washing on shore. You watched him trace idle patterns into the sand with his fingers before he gave you a sidelong glance. âSometimes Iâm just as clueless as anyone else.â
A silence settled between you both. You traced the motions of the ocean with your eyes, following the waves that rolled onto the sand before youâ they were getting closer, each one inching to where you dug your toes into the sand. But neither you or Az seemed to mind.
âPenny for your thoughts?â
Azâs voice pulled you from the trace of the sea. He was already looking at you by the time you met his eyes again. There was a look in them that made your heart skipâa softness, a warmth that was almost disarming.Â
You bit the inside of your cheek and then offered your hand to him, outstretched and palm up. Azriel knitted his brows, his gaze falling down to your hand. He frowned.
âWhere's the penny?â You asked with a raised brow, suppressing the twitch at the corners of your lips.
Azrielâs eyes widened and a laugh left his lips, one of disbelief and amusement. It pulled a smile from him, too, and then he was sitting up straight. âWell that's not fair. I didnât bring my wallet.â
You pursed your lips, pulling your hand back into your chest with a playful shrug. âToo bad.â
He scanned the sand around him, hands digging and shifting through the grains with focused intent. After a moment, he made a triumphant noise and looked back at you with an expectant face.
You frowned, but Az only nodded towards the hand you had pulled back into your chest. You caught his drift, placing it out once more, and he smiledâ a tight, lopsided mischievous oneâ as he placed something in your hand. You laughed softly, the sound blending with the gentle crash of the waves as you observed the object. The seashell now in your palm was small, textured and ridged with a faint blue tint that shimmered under the moonlight. You met Azâs eyes.
âDo you ever feel like you just keep making the wrong decisions?â You toyed with the seashell in your hands, fingers running over its rough surface. âAnd now you donât trust any decision you make?âÂ
Azrielâs expression softened. âAll the time.â
âHow do you deal with it?â
His gaze turned to the horizon, eyes scanning the endless expanse as if searching for his words among the open water. After a moment, he turned back to you, a small, almost sad smile on his face. âIâm not the right person to ask that.â
You nodded in understanding. In a strange way, it felt comforting to know Az wasnât as prepared as everyone else, that his mind seemed to wander and drift the same way yours often did. You thought for a moment how comforting it might be to float with Az, to be lost with him in an open, blue sea.Â
Azriel seemed to call your thoughts back even when they evaded you, yourself.Â
You adjusted your position, turning to face him more directly. Sitting cross-legged, you held the seashell in your hands, now warm from your touch. âGraduation is coming up and everything seems to be shifting so fast, Az. Iâm so desperate to find my footing that I think I'm just acting rashly or out of fear.â
Azriel turned to face you, shifting his position just as you had. There was something so soft about him now. You werenât sure if it was the glow of the moon, the comfort of the sea, or the way your heart leaped whenever he laughed. But as he sat across from you, you wanted nothing more than to spill your entire mind to him, to reach forward and touch him, to wrap that curl that often fell on his forehead around your finger and tuck it back into place.Â
âMaybe what you need is to find some balance,â He said. âOr, should I say a golden mean?â
There was a playful grin on his lips as he spoke. It made you smile a bit wider, though you were still confused at the tone of his voice, at the words heâd just spoken.Â
âReally?â You raised a brow, your smile breaking wide open as Azâs eyes glimmered in wake of your realization. âYouâre referencing Aristotle?â
Az only shrugged in response, the playful grin still on his lips.Â
âAnd Iâm the pretentious philosophy major.â
Azriel laughed and the sound resonated warmly within you, filtering through your lungs like oxygen. Â
âI had to,â he said as he searched your face. His grin fell into something sweeter, something nostalgic and soft. âYou gave a whole presentation on it in freshman year. About how disharmony produces difficulties, that we should strive for a desirable middle.â
A rush of emotion swept through you, settling at the very core of your being. And something blossomed in its path, something tight and giddy, electric and alive.Â
âI-â You hesitated, blinking as you took in the person before you again, through a lens of even deeper admiration. âYou remember that?â
Those were your exact words, too.
âOf course.â Azriel said, as if the question itself was silly to even ask. He looked back at the waves, his expression thoughtful, voice falling to a hushed tone. âI remember a lot of things from freshman year.â
Freshman year felt like a lifetime ago. You took another moment to admire Az, to trace the side of his face, the small bump on his nose, the dagger earring that hung from his ear. The Azriel before you was different in many waysâ but not in the ways that mattered, you realized. Those things hadnât changed at all.Â
You werenât sure if the same thing applied to you. Youâd changed a lot since freshman year. Your mind sorted through those memories now, to Mor and Feyre, to your dorm and the roommate that you didnât talk to anymoreâ the occasional instagram comment and birthday message didnât count. One memory, however, kept resurfacing: that halloween night, that party, that stolen moment in the upstairs bedroom. What were the chances he was thinking of it too?Â
âWhat else do you remember about freshman year?â
You waited with baited breath. This was his chance to back out, to let the conversation drift away if he wasnât ready to revisit those memories. If he didnât bring it up, neither would you. Youâd bury it away for his comfort, let the memory sit and collect dust, only revisit it when you were alone. Â
After what felt like an eternity, a small, almost wistful smile touched Azrielâs lips. He turned to you.
âI remember Halloween.â
You took a sharp inhale. âYou do?â
Az nodded and that one curl bounced on his forehead as if on cue. âI do,â he said.Â
âAnything specific?â
Please, you thought. Prove to me that youâve thought about it, too.Â
âWe almost kissed that night.â
Gripping the seashell tighter, you took a deep breath and nodded. It was silly that a nod was all you could manage, all you could respond with as your chest constricted. A nod like he had just listed something from his grocery list rather than a memory that had shaped your feelings, a memory that lingered in your mind for years.
âAlmost,â you pulled yourself to say.Â
 âAlmost,â he repeated quietly.
âWhy didnt you?â You chewed at your bottom lip. âWhy didnât you kiss me that night?â
âWhat do you mean?â Azrielâs brow furrowed. âCass walked in on us.â
You shook your head. Youâd replayed the night in your head so often, had practically lived in it the months followingâ hadnât been able to stop the repeat of it until youâd developed feelings for Eris.Â
âNo,â you said. âYou hesitated before Cass even walked in.â
Azriel stilled, blinking slowly as he took a deep breath, his gaze drifting to the waves.Â
âYou looked so beautiful that night.â His voice was tender, his eyes locking back onto yours with sincerity. âI mean, you always do, Y/n. Always. But god, I was tripping over myself the entire night, trying to hype myself up. I wanted to kiss you so bad.â
A smile spread across your face as a nervous flutter bounced in your chest. âThen what happened?â
Azrielâs smile faltered and he swallowed hard. His gaze fell to his lap where he fidgeted with his hands. Your heart sank.
âIt was so stupid.â He shook his head, his voice tinged with frustration. âSo stupid. But some guyâsome loser from Rhysand's fratâpulled me aside, told me my costume was great, that the scars on my hands were so âgnarly and grossâ they almost looked real.â
His eyes flicked back up to meet yours. The hurt in his expression was so evident that your heart ached at it. But it wasnât just hurt Azriel bore, it was embarrassment.
 âAzâŠâÂ
He shook his head. âIt was so dumb.âÂ
âStopââÂ
âSo fucking dumb. But it got to me. And then I was with you, in that room, and when I saw my hand on your cheek... it felt wrong. I felt wrong. Then Cassian came in, drunk off his ass and sat between us. I thought it was some sign. I got so in my head that I could barely pull myself out for the rest of the semester. By the time I could face it, face you, you'dââ
You nodded, a pang of guilt settling in as you pulled your lips together. Eris had asked you out a month a half after, when that strange distance between you and Az had settled.Â
âI know.â You ran your fingers over the seashell again. âIâm sorry, Az.â
âWhat could you possibly have to be sorry for?â
âThat someone made you feel less than what you are.â You paused to take in his expression, to stare into his eyes, bask in the warmth they offered. âAnd for Eris, too. I missed out on a lot of our friendship. Iâm sorry for that.âÂ
Azrielâs expression softened as shook his head, a gentle smile forming on his lips.Â
âThatâs not true.â His smile widened slightly. âEven if it was, at least weâre making up for lost time now, right? Strong friendship.â
You laughed softly, but the feeling didnât spread throughout your body. Friendship.Â
Maybe too much time had passed for you and Az to be anything more than friends. The thought made you nauseous, sent a chill throughout your body. Azâs eyes narrowed in on you as you shivered.Â
âYouâre cold,â he said. âWe should probably head in; itâs getting pretty late anyways.â
You opened your mouth to protest but thought better of it. âYeah, probably.â
You forced a small smile as you stood, shoving the seashell into your pocket. You avoided looking directly at Azriel. There was a pang in your chest that made it hard to breathe, disappointment mingled with an uneasy acceptance. Maybe this is what the shape of closure felt like, you thought, something akin to growth, perhaps. Uncomfortable but needed.Â
With a final sigh, you turned to head inside, making slow, deliberate steps up the beach, the sand cool beneath your feet. Faintly, you became more aware of your surroundings, of the fact that the sound of the waves crashing seemed to carry a faint, hesitant call of your name.Â
You paused and turned back toward the ocean. Azriel was jogging to catch up, his silhouette outlined by the moonlight. His breathing was labored as he stopped before you, eyes glimmering with something bright and searching.Â
âI shouldâve kissed you that night,â Az said. âAnd every night after.âÂ
He reached up and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek. âI regret not telling you how I felt. It was torture watching you be with someone else, Y/n.â
You wanted to respond, but nothing seemed rightâno words felt enough. You took a breath and let your shoes fall from your grip, resting a hand over his on your cheek. You reveled in the sensation of his touch, feeling the warmth of his skin and the subtle ridges of his fingers, the touch that was uniquely his. And gently, you lowered his hand, holding it with both of yours, fingers intertwining with his. A flicker of confusion passed through his face, the corners of his mouth turning down slightly.
With another breath, you closed the distance between you.Â
Your lips met his with a tentative softnessâ a tentative brush of warmth that sent your stomach into a whirlwind of sensation. His lips were warm and inviting, moving against yours slowly, carefully, and the act of him kissing you back washed away any worry, any stress and guilt youâd felt recently.Â
You drew back for a moment, breathing heavily as your eyes fluttered open. Azrielâs gaze was heavy, molten, and his lips remained parted as he took you in. Then, they curved upwards, and Az let out a breath, eyes brightening. His smile was the last thing you saw before his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer.Â
Your hands found their way to the back of his neck as his mouth returned to yours, more insistent this time. This kiss was deeper, a hunger etched in every movementâ a need to make up for lost time. His mouth slotted over yours, fitting perfectly in a way that felt inevitable, like you were always meant to end up here, in his arms.Â
Your heart pounded in your chest, the sound of it echoing in your ears as you let yourself sink deeper into the kiss. You were sure he could feel it against him, perhaps even hear it, too. A gentle scrape of his teeth against your bottom lip made your knees weak and you wondered, for a moment, if this was what ecstasy felt like. You realized a second later that this was what right felt like. Nothing had felt right because it hadnât been Azriel.Â
When you both pulled apart, chests heaving, eyes glazed and mouths puffy, Az ran his thumb along your bottom lip. A beautiful smile graced his lips.
âI wouldâve waited four more years for that,â he whispered, and then he kissed you again.
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author's note: two overthinkers who just get each other... i love them your honor. i want to sit on a beach and have someone give me a seashell :( now im excited bc theyre abt to be sooo damn cute with each other oml
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when mingyu takes jungkook's advice but forgets about one (1) thing
fluff // idol!au // mingyu is dumb in love // sex implied but this drabble is nothing but fluff!!!!!
It's three in the morning when Mingyu turns on the live.
He's still high on adrenaline for some reason; the whole day has been great and not one single thing went wrong even though some schedules got him worried at first. His meals were all exactly to his liking, his exercise went like a breeze, and he got to see you.
Perhaps the last one is what makes him so high. After all, it's been a little over a month since he saw you and finally being able to see you and feel you... gosh it was the closest feeling he would describe as euphoric.
You're currently sleeping in his room, blisfully unaware that your boyfriend has turned on his live just one room away.
"Hi." He grins and waves at the camera. "If you remember I told you some time ago that I'd start listening to a certain senior... here I am."
He fixes his hoodie over his head, happy that the fans seem happy with his wardrobe: a grey sleeveless hoodie with nothing underneath.
"I look like your boyfriend?" His grins widen, his mind flying to you. "Your boyfriend must be very handsome then."
"Hmmm, why do I look happy when it's 3 in the morning? Why? Am I not allowed to be happy at this hour?" He comes closer to his screen to look at the comments. "I'm not drunk! But I mightâve had a liiiiittle bit of alcohol earlier."
The live continues on like that, and between all the crazy things he's seen Jungkook did, he's starting to see why the guy is fond of doing lives at this hour. As an idol, he's usually wide awake at ungodly hours, and even though he knew the company and Seungcheol would have his head tomorrow, he can't be bothered to care at this moment.
He's blaming it on the alcohol too. But by the time he even remotely considers something might go very wrong, he's having too much fun with his fans and he's way too drunk on the happy feeling from everything that has happened during the past 24 hours.
"It's okay. If I get scolded then I get scolded." He addresses the fans' concerns. "They probably won't reupload this so consider this a present for all of you here, okay? Let's have fun while we're at it."
"Mmmmh. Is there nothing fun? Tell me something fun." He frowns as he squints at his screen, trying to read through the comments.
"What I'm wearing underneath this?" He grins teasingly and tugs the neck of his hoodie. "What do you think?"
It's seconds later that the comment section goes crazy, and he blinks in confusion, trying to see why people are screaming. It doesn't help that no one gives him any context until he finally catches one single comment that gets his heart beating so loud he can hear it on his ears.
Was that hickey on your collarbone???
He continues to play stupid, answers some questions that he made up in his mind while pretending to look for one in the comment sections, stays on live for another five minutes before he says he's starting to get sleepy so he needs to go.
He stares into space for a good ten minutes after he turns off the live.
He's fucked.
He's so fucked.
How the fuck is he going to explain this to the company and all of his members tomorrow? At least he's actually been considering going public with you for quite some time, have talked about it with his members and the company also, but this isn't how he imagined it would be.
Biting his lip, he's too lost in his thoughts to realize you've stepped out of your room, looking a little lost also, wondering why he's in the living room.
"Why are you not in bed?" You ask adorably, rubbing your eyes as you plop on the sofa besides him. "And why is your phone propped like that?"
His arm wraps around you and pulls you to his chest, already imagining not having to hide you away anymore after whatever hurricane that will pass tomorrow.
But.
First thing first.
"Babe." He squeezes your shoulder, already feeling sorry at your sleepy hum because he's sure you won't be sleepy after this. But whatever, imagining his future self showing you off to everyone is going to be worth it.
He grins when you look up in confusion, the dangerous grin that you know is up for trouble.
"We might have a problem. "
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Hi!!! Can you please write headcanons for seventeen members about how they will act around their crush and random, cute, or dumb things they will do to subtly show their love to her? Tysm đ«¶đ«¶
hii anonie ! i've already talked about how they acted around their crushes when i did the how they would confess reactions, but it was more in a you-already-are-very-close-to-each-other-way. so i'm gonna do it here again in a different way here, because i could talk about these boys being helplessly in love for hours I swear đ. thank you for the request, hope you'll like it <3
how seventeen would act around their crush
-> pairing : svt x gn!reader
-> word count : 2.2k
-> genre : fluff
-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !
-> sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.
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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL
he may seem strong and impressive, but he would be like a high-schooler around his crush.Â
itâs so obvious and funny that his members canât help teasing him about how easy it is for you to fluster him.Â
he wants to look dependable, and would 100% flex his muscles and show you how strong he is every chance he gets.
please acknowledge his effort and praise him, heâll be all giggly and shy (so cute).Â
already said that but he has such a golden retriever energy, like he could have had the worst day ever, as soon as he sees you, heâs happy again.
would always ask you about your day and listen carefully.
your biggest supporter in everything you do
itâs really easy to know that he has a crush on you, he doesnât even try to hide it that much because whatâs the point ? you have him wrapped around your finger anyway.
so itâs up to you to do something about itâŠ
YOON JEONGHAN
so much teasing, so so much because thatâs jeonghan weâre talking aboutÂ
but the thing is that heâs not teasing you as much as his members, letting slide things that he wouldnât with the guys.
they have noticed of course, but they donât say anything because jeonghan would kill them for exposing his soft spot for you.
however, he does not make it obvious, he wants to be sure that you have a thing for him too.Â
sometimes he starts a conversation about the things he knows you like just to see your eyes sparkle and hear you talking on and on about what youâre passionate about.Â
stares at you with a fond look on his face every time he listens to you.Â
always team up with you and defend you when you play games with the other, even make plans on cheating with you and love that youâre always following his antics.Â
let you play with his hair everytime you ask with his heart beating like crazy.Â
HONG JOSHUA
the original gentlemen, i already said it and iâll say it a million times if necessary.Â
holds the door for you, puts his hands over the corners of furniture when youâre near so you donât hurt yourself, waits for you when you have to fix your shoes when youâre walking.Â
and he doesnât even address or really acknowledge these gestures, it just comes naturally to him.Â
he unconsciously cares for you and he melts inside when you smile at him to thank him.
so so gentle and attentive to your feelings and emotions
like he will notice immediately if you feel a little sad or if your social battery runs out during a gathering with your friends.
when he walks you home, he doesnât leave until he has seen you get inside and heard you lock the door behind you.Â
will probably get you flowers a few times just because âthey reminded me of youâ and hoping that you would take the hint and notice that it was in a romantical way.
MOON JUNHUI
a silly and goofy mess, part time idol and full time comedian really.
always has the biggest smile on his face when he manages to make you laugh, and would take notes of what type of humor you liked and make more jokes like that.
he would not be afraid to do something ridiculous or embarrassing if it makes you at least smile.
will become as red as a tomato everytime you come closer to him, and itâs so so obvious, all his efforts to play it off are doomed.Â
hug him and itâs the end of him, he could die a happy man in your embrace.
often stares at you when youâre in the same room but not talking with each other, and if you notice him and stare back, heâll act like he wasnât looking at you (but his red cheeks are kinda giving it away).
heâll have your favorite food and drink memorized and heâll purposely order for you, in front of you, loving to see the shock on your face and then the pretty smile stretching out your lips.Â
KWON SOONYOUNG
i think he would be very obvious too, like itâs not difficult to see that he has feelings for you.Â
will try to show off his skills around you and impress you, bringing you over their dance practice and putting in a lot much more effort just for you.
if you tell him that heâs a good dancer or singer, oh heâs a goner, giggling and eyes sparkling at your compliments.Â
despite his packed schedule, he would try to spend as much time as possible with you.
you ask him if he wants to hang out but he already had plans with some of his members ? screw them, he sees them everyday, and youâre the love of his life.Â
heâs often seeking physical affection when heâs tired or sad and if you try to comfort him or offer him some cuddles, heâll be on the verge of tears, so happy that youâre here for him.
all the little things you do for him have him falling even more for you, and heâll be pretty quick to tell you about his crush because he wants you all for himself.Â
JEON WONWOO
calm and collected on the outside, freaking out and screaming on the inside.Â
as iâve already said, i think he's the definition of the word soft for me, itâs so calming and soothing to be around him.Â
the best listener, when you start to open up about your life and your problems, heâs delighted to know that youâre trusting him enough for that and that youâre seeking his comfort.
heâll always be there to hear about your bad days or problems and advise you as best as he could.Â
if you ever initiated physical contact, like landing your hand on his arm or pushing a strand of hair away from his face, heâll be frozen in place and heâll have to stop himself from blushing too much.
you could be in the middle of the most chaotic fight between his members and you two will still be there, discussing the most important and serious subjects.Â
he would want to develop a real and deep relationship with you before telling you about his crush.
LEE JIHOON
can seem a little distant at first because heâs an introvert but heâs just too shy and impressed by you to talk to you first.Â
so youâll have to engage the conversation i fear but after that, heâll come to you by himself.
he had spent so much time looking at you and being close to the conversation you were having with his members that he already knows a lot of things about you.Â
everytime he mentions something new that you had not told him about yet, you look at him with a surprised expression that he thinks looks so cute he canât help but keep on doing it.Â
he would want to make you listen to some of his music, but he wouldnât want to annoy you.
eventually, you would ask him to explain some things about it and he would be on cloud nine because youâre asking about him ? you want to know him more ?
often goes out of his way to do things for you in hopes that it will compensate for all the times heâs too shy to talk to you properly.Â
LEE SEOKMIN
another funny man whose only goal is to see you smile and be happy.Â
but also and mostly a sweetheart.
he would always be the first to greet you when you enter the room, immediately asking about your day and if it was good or not.
if you say no, he will do everything in his power to make it better (and would often succeed because his mere presence would solve 99% of my problems).
so attentive everytime you talk to him about something, entirely focused on you.
and he will remember a lot of little details you told him during these conversations.Â
wants to know everything about you so heâll ask soooo much questions and if you tell him that you donât want to annoy him, heâll be quick to reassure you that heâs interested.Â
if you advise him to listen to a song or try out a type of food, heâll do it and review it to you next time he sees you.
he feels all giddy inside everytime you smile at him, and he smiles so much himself when heâs with you that his cheeks hurt when he comes home.Â
KIM MINGYU
golden retriever energy, a litteral puppy.
kinda the same as cheol, i think he would want to flex his muscles too, but more in the sense that he wants to impress you.
heâll always try to help you with things that require strength just so he could show off his muscles.Â
gets all shy when you praise him for that or compliment him, cheeks turning red and becoming a stuttering mess.Â
often gets sleepy around you, and he heard that it can happen when youâre really comfortable around someone.Â
let him sleep on your shoulders or lap, please, heâs so cute, and if you pet his hair too, his crush would become even more obvious.Â
it is so visible to everyone that at one point, he starts to think that maybe you just donât feel the same because heâs painfully obvious.Â
but teasing mingyu is so much fun, and heâs so cute when heâs trying to impress you that you canât help it.Â
XU MINGHAO
i think heâs pretty good at hiding his feelings, and he would not show his interest in you at first.
he just wants to make sure that youâre also attracted to him before letting you know.Â
heâs a pretty straightforward guy, and he doesnât want to lose the time he could have spent with you instead.
would often make comments about the fact that he could be a good boyfriend, always looking your way when heâs saying that.Â
compliments, so many compliments about your outfits or your makeup or on how smart you are.Â
anyway, he always makes sure to praise so that youâll see how good he could treat you.Â
interested in everything you have to tell and love to have deep conversations with you.
would want his confession to be well prepared though, so heâll practice a lot in order for it to be perfect and deserving of you.Â
BOO SEUNGKWAN
immediately wants to know more about you when he gets introduced to you.
firstly, because he thinks youâre very pretty and that he was instantly charmed by your sweet smile.Â
secondly, because your personality is just as sweet and charming.Â
thirdly, because youâre not bothered to listen to his rambles for hours and hours, always staying attentives.Â
he would always try to seek one-on-one time with you, asking you to go shopping together, or under the excuse of showing you this cute cafĂ© he told you about some time before.Â
even when youâre not around, heâll always find a way of mentioning you during his conversation, and once he starts, no one can stop him.Â
would whine and refuse every single one of your compliments, but the tip of his ears are so red itâs obvious how flustered you make him.Â
CHWE HANSOL
very chill and calm usually, but every time youâre here, itâs like he gets a sudden burst of energy and adrenaline.Â
outside of that, it would not show too much that he has a crush on you, and only his members or people that know him really well would notice the small changes in his behavior.Â
would listen to the music you like because he thinks the type of songs people listen to are saying a lot about them.Â
full attention on you everytime you talk, even if itâs not to him specifically.
he loves to just look at you, admire how pretty and easy-going you are.Â
same as some of the others, he would want to know you well before confessing, just to be certain of his feelings.Â
not easy to make him blush or fluster him, but if you start to praise him out of nowhere, his cheeks would be dusted pink.Â
LEE CHAN
match his outfits with yours every time he has the chance, playing it off a coincidence but not daring to say that it makes you look like a couple even if itâs what heâs trying to imply by doing that.
he would want to teach you some of his choreos but would not want to impose this activity on you.Â
so if you compliment him on how good of a dancer he is and how you wished you could be as talented as him, heâs quick to jump on the offer and become your teacher.Â
will literally treat you like royalty even if youâre not his partner yet.Â
would buy you random gifts just because they made you think of you.Â
another one whoâs very obvious, but because heâs not able to hide his blush and giggles every time youâre close to each other, or when youâre looking into his eyes.Â
honestly so cute itâs hard to resist him for too long.
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A semi-local, talented, beautiful woman you've been DMing learned your local community center has a 3d printer. She's a 3D modeler and doesn't have easy access one to herself and wants to try printing stuff out. You give her your address and when she comes she asks "hey is it OK if I 3d scan you as a reference model for some of the stuff you make". She says it with such sincerity and love the craft that you can't say no. You put on an outfit you like, she days "oh yeah that's just perfect". She's adjusting your pose and you clothes getting flustered and fidgety when she gets close to touch and move you. And then she uses her phone to scan you for the model. "Thank you let's head over there now". As you're driving to the community center you have riveting conversation and she's even more vibrant and lovely to talk to in person. Upon getting there she starts transferring files from all the various USB drives, her phone, and her laptop. The prints she set up will take about 24 hours. "Oh I'll just pick them up tommorow myslef" she says. Understandable since you have work tommorow. You head back home after a nice meal out, talk for a bit. She then says "oh its getting late, I want to make sure you get enough sleep tommorow. Please let's hang out again." immediately into hugging you tightly. The next day rolls around, you go to work the day going by in flash. Invigorated by the day before, you head home and get home as fast as you can to get on call with her. She doesn't respond and it's fine. So you go about your usual day when she's not online instead. It gets darker and darker until you're in bed, and then suddenly you get a DM from her. It's an image of a figure, it's of the model you she took of you. No text associated. Absolutely hot glued, probably multiple times over. You try to respond but she has now blocked you on everything.
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The Usual Suspects | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader (Eventual ? )
Warnings: creepy police officer (not that that differs from real life), canon violence, canon gore
Word Count: 3242
A/N: Ooh damn, this one was interesting to write. I tried the best I could to make this as coherent as possible. Yâall enjoy! Also, this'll be another creature-double-feature Saturday to make up for the short chapter! Love you, my darlings!
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âI donât wanna have to keep asking this, kid. Who are you?â the man whoâd been interrogating you asked. He was a member of the Baltimore police department: Peter Sheridan. Heâd been a complete dick to you thus far after arresting you in the boysâ motel room with Sam.Â
âI told you, Ann Wilson,â you replied.Â
He chuckled humorlessly. âListen, dollfaceââ he leaned across the table creepily, and you fought the urge to recoil under his predatory gaze, ââIâm done playing with you. You were found with Sam and Dean Winchester; one of which was supposed to be dead. Theyâve got some pretty serious charges stacked up against them, and you, by proxy. Credit card fraud, breaking and entering, and this one⊠puzzled me. Grave desecration.
"But still, these are a long way from murder. Then, we get a fax from St. Louis. Where Deanâs suspected of torturing and murdering a young woman.â He got up from his chair and began pacing. âHowever, no one could prove anything, of course, because supposedly he died there. So now we know Karen Giles wasn't the first person he murdered. And what about Sam? He was pre-law before dropping out after the death of his girlfriend. Heâs twenty three years old, no job, no home address. His mother died when he was a baby; his father's whereabouts are unknown. And then there's you.â
âCan you cut the monologuing, man? Itâs really starting to get on my nerves,â you replied. You had been sitting back in your chair with your arms and legs crossed confidently the whole time he spoke despite the anxiety you had given your situation.
He slammed his hands down on the table; you didnât even flinch. âWho the hell are you? And how are you connected to the Winchester brothers?â
You sucked in air through your teeth and relaxed back in your chair. âSeems you got nothinâ on me. You canât really hold me if you canât even pin down who I am.â
âThatâs where youâre wrong. I do have you on one thingâ over a dozen possible matches when we ran your prints.â
You tsked, cutting your eyes at him challengingly. âPossible. You canât hold me on possible.â
âBut I can hold you for forty-eight hours under suspicion of accomplice to murder,â he responded. âSo you might as well start talking.â
You scoffed, sitting back in your chair.
âSweetheartââ you nearly punched him when he called you that name, ââDeanâs life is over. Samâs probably is, too. Yours doesnât have to be. If you tell me who you areâ maybe a bit about your place in all thisâ maybe I can get you a deal with the DA. We can look into your history, check your record; see how well you clean up. How does that sound?â
You considered for a moment before talking, repeating the story you and the brothers had discussed before your arrests in case you got caught. You had one of these stories for every case youâd ever worked on with them. âSam and Deanâs dad knew Tony Giles. They were old friends; in the service together and everything. So we showed up as soon as we heard about his passing.â
Obviously, none of that was true. You and the brothers had found a story about a manâs throat that had been slit in the papers and headed up to investigate.Â
You continued your story. âWoulda been kinda hard for Dean to kill Tony, considering we weren't in town at the time. Anyway, thatâs when we went to see Karen. She was⊠she wasnât doinâ well. We just wanted to be there for her.â
Karen was Anthony Gilesâs wife, and youâd gone to see her to get information. She said heâd told her there was a woman standing at the foot of their bed the night before he passed away, and she'd been bleeding from the neck.
âAnd that was it. End of story,â you said.
âNo, itâs not,â Sheridan pressed. âWe have an eyewitness who said they saw two men and a woman fitting your description breaking into Gilesâs office.â
âKaren just wanted us to get some old photos, okay? Police werenât letting her in. I know it was wrong to break in, but she gave us the key,â you lied flawlessly.
In actuality, that was where youâd found a stack of papers littered with âdanashulpsâ written over and over again on the tray of the manâs printer. The poor guyâs throat had been slit so deep, part of his spinal cord had been severed. Your working theory was that a Dana Shulps had died with her throat slit, and now she was back to wreak havoc. However, you found no evidence of any person by that name. So, you were back to square one.Â
âDean went back to Karenâs place to check on her and bring her those pictures and stuff,â you explained.
âHm, and why didnât you or Sam go with him?â Sheridan responded.
âWe just went back to the motel,â you shrugged. âHowâd you know we were there, by the way?â
âWhy would I tell you?â he snapped.
âWhoa, pump the hate brakes, Biff,â you remarked, âI was just asking a question.â
âDonât get cute with me, dollface. Now, you were with both brothers the whole time you were in Baltimore. Why separate now? Because Dean left you. To go murder Karen.â
You tried to seem unfazed, but your jaw clenched in anger. âHe didnât kill anyone.â
He slammed his fists on the table. âI heard the 9-1-1 call! Karen was terrified. She said someone was in the house.â
âWell, whoever it was, it wasnât Dean,â you said. You stared him down. âLet me ask you something, babe. Do you have a murder weapon? Do you have a motive?âÂ
He seemed to have no response.
âThatâs what I thought. Come back to me when you have something interesting to say.â
He angrily stormed out of the room, and your lips twisted up into a satisfied smirk.
***
You sat alone in your room, repeating âDana Shulpsâ to yourself on a loop. You suddenly got an idea. âMaybe itâs not a name.â You reached across the table and pulled a pen and paper pad toward you. You wrote several combinations of anagrams as to what it could possibly be. The only plausible thing you came up with was âASHLAND SUP.â âBut what would the S-U-P be? Ashland⊠a city? A town? âŠA street?â
***
You listened carefully to the commotion going on beyond the wall of your room. There was no two-way mirror, and from what you could tell, no camera nearby. You listened as footsteps hurriedly crossed in front of your room heading to the left and then growing quieter. You gathered your courage and took that opportunity to make your escape. Quickly, you opened the window and climbed out onto the outside of the building. Looking down below, it was almost a four-story drop. However, you knew you could make your way to the fire escape a few window sills over if you were careful enough.Â
You clung to the wall, nervously, careful not to look down or move too quickly when the wind picked up. Thankfully, you made it to the fire escape safely and headed down as fast as you could. You werenât sure if Sam or Dean had escaped, but you decided to try the trick they taught you to find each other: searching for Jim Rockford in the guest list of the first motel that appeared in the yellowpages. Thankfully, when you did, you found a Jim Rockford. You quickly made your way over to said motel and broke into the room. Sam had his gun drawn on you when you opened it.
â(Y/N)! Donât scare me like that!â he huffed, putting the gun down.
You grinned and ran over to him. He scooped you up in a hug.
âIâm so glad to see you,â you told him. âWhat are we gonna do about Dean?â
He sighed. âI don't know, honestly. Heâll figure something out. For now, letâs focus on this ghost, huh?â
âIâm guessing you figured out it was an anagram, too, right?â you asked.
âDuh,â he grinned.Â
âHowâd Dean give you the cue to escape?â You sat down at the table across from him.Â
âGot our lawyer to give me a note. Called me Hilts on it,â he smirked back.
You laughed. âThe Great Escape? Nice.â
âI gotta say, man, Iâm worried,â Sam told you.Â
âWhy?âÂ
âIâm guessing they read you the charges,â he replied.Â
You nodded.
The brunet sighed and ran a hand down his face. âThis is bad, (Y/N/N)."
âYeah, I know.â You stared down at the table in front of you and bit the inside of your cheek nervously.Â
Sam huffed and tried to remain cheerful, changing the subject. âSo, what are we thinkinâ? Ashlandâs a street, but whatâs S-U-P?â
You shook your head. âIâm not sure. Initials, maybe?â
âSounds like a good enough place to start to me,â Sam grinned.
The two of you began pouring through online resources to see if anyone had died ugly on Ashland Street.
âDude, howâd you get all these files, by the way?â you asked Sam, referencing the many manila folders and photos laid neatly on the table between yours and Samâs laptops.Â
Suddenly, a knock was heard on the door. You looked through the peephole to see a frightened woman in her mid-forties, and you opened it to her.Â
âWait, (Y/N)ââ Sam stood upon seeing her, and you put two and two together that she was probably a cop at Sam's end of the case. The woman shrugged and entered the room. She showed Sam her wrists which were lined with a ring of bruises. She explained to you that she had seen the same ghost Karen described seeing and that she saw âDANASHULPSâ appear on the mirror in the bathroom at the same time the lesions appeared around her wrists.Â
âThese showed up after you saw it?â Sam asked.
âYeah, I guess,â the woman responded. âYou know, I must be losing my mind. You're a fugitive. So is she.â She gestured to you. âI should be arresting you.â
âIâm sorry, who are you?â you questioned pointedly.
âDiana Ballard, Baltimore P.D.,â she said. âAnd⊠what was your name?â
You snickered. âYouâre not getting that out of me that easily. Hey, do me a favor, look through these for us.â
âWhy would I do that?â She suddenly seemed to register what she was looking at. âHow'd you get those? Those are from crime scenes, and booking photos.â
Sam chuckled. âYou have your job, we have ours. Tell me if you recognize anyone.â
She flipped through the stack and stopped on the photo of a drugged-out-looking blonde woman. She stopped on it and held it up. âThis is her. I'm sure of it.â
âClaire Becker,â you nodded. âTwenty-eight; disappeared about nine months ago.â
âBut I don't even know her. I mean, why would she come after me?â Diana asked.
âWell, before her death, she was arrested twice. For dealing heroin. You ever work narcotics?â Sam replied.
âYeah, Pete and I did. Before homicide,â the detective answered.
âYou ever bust her?â
âNot that I remember.â
âIt says she was last seen entering 2911 Ashland Street. Police searched the place and didnât find anything. Guess we gotta check it out ourselves,â you added.
âWhy would we do that?â Diana asked.
âSee if we can find her body,â Sam explained. âWe gotta salt and burn her bones. It's the only way to put her spirit to rest.â
Diana rolled her eyes. âOf course it is.â
***
Turns out, poor Claireâs body had been hidden right where the moon shone through the window of 2911 Ashland Street labeled âAshland Sup.â
Diana noticed the necklace on the corpse and touched it cautiously.
âThat mean something to you?â Sam asked.
You could see she was beginning to get angry. âI've seen it before. It's rare. It was custom made over on Carson street.â She pulled out the necklace from her shirt and showed it to you and Sam. âI have one just like it. Pete gave it to me.â
âThat son of a bitch,â you murmured.Â
âNow it all makes perfect sense,â Sam began.
âI'm sorry?â Diana scoffed.
He nodded, explaining, âYeah. You see, Claire is not a vengeful spirit, she's a death omen.â
âClaire's not killing anyone,â you chimed in. âShe's trying to warn them. You see, sometimes spirits, they don't want vengeance, they want justice. Which is why she led us here in the first place. She wants us to know who her killer is.â You turned to Diana. âDetective, how much do you know about your partner?â
She thought for a moment before breathing out, âOh my god. About a year ago, some heroin went missing from lockup. Obviously it was a cop. We never found out who did it. But whoever did it would need someone to fence their product.â
Sam huffed. âSomeone like a heroin dealer. Somebody like Claire.â
âCâmon, we gotta find him before he kills somebody else,â you said.
*** Claire drove you and Sam on the route to the police station to confront Sheridan. She snapped her phone shut and huffed in annoyance.
âWhat?â you asked.
âPete just left the precinct. With Dean,â she replied.
âWhat?!â you and Sam stiffened in your seats.
âHe said the prisoner had to be transferred, and he just took him. Dispatch has been calling but he won't answer the radio,â she said.
âRadio? He took a county vehicle?â Sam questioned.Â
She nodded.Â
âWell, then they should have a lo-jack, you've just gotta get it turned on,â he noted.Â
Somehow, Sam managed to track down the vehicle Sheridan had taken. You arrived just in time to see him aiming a gun at Dean who was kneeling on the ground behind the van.
âWait! Wait,â Dean pleaded. âLet's, let's talk about this. I mean, you don't want to do something that you're gonna regret later.â His voice became louder as you got closer.
You drew Dianaâs gun from her holster and aimed it at Sheridan. âDrop the gun!â
Sheridan turned his gun on you. âYou!â
You cocked the gun. âMe,â you smirked.
Sheridan suddenly seemed to notice his partner. âDiana? How'd you find me?â
âI know about Claire,â she said evenly.
âI don't know what you're talking about.â
âPut the fucking gun down!â you ordered.
âOh, I donât think so,â Sheridan scowled. âYou're fast. I'm pretty sure I'm faster.â
âWhy are you doing this?â Diana interrogated.
âI didn't do anything, Diana,â he said. âIt wasn't my fault. Claire was trying to turn me in, I had no choice.â
âAnd Tony? Karen?â Diana pressed.
âSame thing! Tony scrubbed the money, he got skittish, and then he wanted to come clean. I'm sure he told Karen everything. It was a mess; I had to clean it up. I just panicked.â Sheridanâs sorry attempt at emotionally relaying his story was enough to induce an eye roll from you.
âHow many more people are gonna die over this, Pete?â Diana asked dejectedly.Â
âThere's a way out. This Dean kid's a friggin' gift. We could pin the whole thing on him. Right? No trial, nothing. Just one more dead scumbag,â Sheridan chuckled coldly.
âHey!â you barked.Â
âNo one will question it. Diana, please. I still love you,â he told her, faltering slightly as he looked at his partner. Dean rolled out of the way, and you took the opportunity to fire and hit Sheridan in the stomach.Â
Diana didnât even flinch at you shooting Sheridan. âThen why don't you buy me another necklace, you ass?â
You kept the gun trained on Sheridan as you rushed to Deanâs side, crouching in front of his slumped-over form protectively. You tried to get a lock on Sheridan, but he and Diana were fighting too erratically for you to be able to get a clear shot. At some point, Sheridan lost his gun, and Sam went to go for it.
Pete grabbed it before Sam could, shouting, âDonât do it! Donât do it.â He rose from the ground and kept the gun trained on Sam as he backed away.
You stared past Sheridan to see Claire having appeared behind him, grinning ear to ear. You tossed Diana her gun as Sheridan turned around, and she shot her former partner in the back. He fell to the ground, much more permanently this time.
You turned your focus to Dean. You got the keys to his handcuffs from Diana and helped him out of them.
âThanks,â Dean smiled.
âAre you okay? Are you hurt?â you asked, putting your hands on either side of his face and looking him over.
He grabbed your wrist gently. âRelax, sweetheart, Iâm fine.â
You nodded before throwing yourself into his arms. He hesitated in what you assumed was surprise but hugged you back tightly. You let go of him as the morning sun began to hit your eyes. You looked over to Diana who was crouched over the body of her ex-partner.
âYou doin' alright?â Sam asked her.
She shook her head. âNot really.â She swallowed, her breath coming out unevenly despite the fact that she tried to hold her composure. âThe death omen, Claireâ what happens to her now?â
The brunet shrugged. âShould be over. She should be at rest.â
Dean brushed his hands off on his jeans as he stood next to his brother. âSo, uh. What now, officer?â
âPete did confess to me. He screwed up both your cases royally. I'd say that there's a good chance that we could get your cases dismissed,â she replied.
âYouâd take care of that for us?â Sam questioned.
âI hope so,â Diana said. âBut the St. Louis murder charges? That's another story. I can't help you. Unlessââ your and the boysâ heads perked up at her slight change in tone, âI just happened to turn my back, and you walked away. I could just tell them that the suspects escaped.â
Samâs eyes widened in surprise. âWait, are you sure?â
Dean pointedly looked at his brother. âYeah, she's sure, Sam.â
Sam shook his head. âNo, it's just, I mean, you could lose your job over something like that.â
âLook, I just want you guys out there doing what you do best. Trust me, I'll sleep better at night.â She turned to go. âListen, you need to watch your back. They're gonna be looking for all of you right now. Get out of here. I gotta radio this in.â
âHey, uh, you wouldn't happen to know where my car is, by chance?â Dean asked her.
âIt's at the impound yard down on Robertson.â She noticed Deanâs calculating look. âDon't... even think about it.â
âIt's okay, it's alright, don't worry,â Sam chuckled. âWe'll, uh, we'll just improvise. I mean, we're pretty good at that.â
Diana nodded. âYeah. I've noticed.â
You and the brothers began to walk down the road.Â
âNice lady,â Sam commented.
âYeah, for a cop. Did she look familiar to you?â Dean turned to you.
âYeah, actually. I donât know where from, though,â you answered.
âYeah, me neither. Anyway, you guys hungry?â
You nodded, but Sam shook his head.
âFor some reason, I could really go for some pea soup,â Dean said.
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My Sisterâs Keeper
Dean went to hell and Sam left his little sister (16/17 yo) to fend for herself. Dean gets back and he is pissed with Sam and they have to find her. Fluff
Warnings- swearing, angst, fluff lol
A/N- I kind of changed the way Dean was brought back. Instead of going right to Bobby he found Sam first. Let me know if you think I should do a part 2?
âSheâs a fucking kid Sam,â Dean let out an angry yell. He couldnât believe that Sam had ditched their baby sister when she needed him the most. His heart ached as he thought about the times he reassured her that when he was in Hell she would always have Sam and that he would take care of her. He knew that she still wasnât convinced and it made leaving so much harder, but he had no choice. After all, Dean had raised her and Sam had left them both multiple times. His heart panged when he thought about where she could be all alone. The look of horror on his face when he came to realization, âA young girl at that!â Dean grimaced. God forbid someone touched a hair on her head, they would be dead and Dean would make sure of it. He couldnât imagine his baby sister alone and scared fending for herself. Sure she was tough, but she was just a kid and he knew her better than she knew herself. He knows that when she claims sheâs okay after a hunt, its clear she isnât as her body betrays her words and she trembles until he or Sam rub her back and let her know that sheâs safe. It doesnât take an idiot to notice the flash of panic on her face after a door slams or a loud noise is heard. Or when they have to calm her down during a panic attack or comfort her in the middle of the night during a nightmare. Or the way she clings to Sam or Deanâs shirt every night when she falls asleep. She was tougher than hell, but at the end of the day sheâs just a kid who was forced to live this life. Dean looked at Sam and saw the look of regret that filled his face. âYou better fucking find her Sam or I swear to God,â Dean trailed off grabbing his phone to call Bobby, putting it on speaker phone. The phone rang a few times until Bobby picked up, âHello?â âHey Bobby itâs Dean, have you heard from Y/N,â Dean asked as he shot a look at Sam. Bobby replied, âI talked to her last week and she said her and Sam were getting close finding you a way out,â Samïżœïżœs heart panged as he realized that she told Bobby he was with her so no one would worry about her. She never wanted to be a bother to anyone and he felt even worse knowing she was trying everything in her power to get Dean back while he ran off with a demon. Something that none the less probably cost her her soul. He should have been with her and he will never forgive himself for leaving. But he thought he was doing the right thing in the moment. Now looking back at it he wasnât sure how he thought that because right now he was terrified at the thought of her being alone or worse, hurt. Samâs emotions were interrupted by Bobby speaking again, âAnd I can see that it worked. Welcome back boy.â âThanks Bobby, do you have an address of where she might be?â Dean replied. Bobby hummed âNo, but I have a town.â Dean let out a sign of relief. He grabbed the keys and turned to Sam, âYou better hope sheâs safe Sam. Letâs go.â
They got into the car and Dean took off. They were about 3 hours out from the town that Bobby sent over. Luckily it was a pretty small town and there was one motel that they could pretty much pinpoint where she could be staying. The car ride was agonizingly quiet and Sam was forced to be stuck in his thoughts on how awful of a brother heâs been. He was too worried about killing Lilith while she was too busy trying to find a way to bring Dean back. He was fucking selfish and he should have been focused on his only living sibling left that was trying to bring back their other non living sibling. He decided to break the silence, âDean Iâm so fucking sorry, I screwed up man and I screwed up bad. Iâll never fucking forgive myself.â Dean scoffed, âYeah you shouldnât be able to forgive yourself Sam. Sheâs just a kid, I donât understand how you could EVER leave her like that. She needed you the most and you left her. We donât even know if sheâs alive,â Dean gripped the steering wheel and pressed the gas harder thinking the worst possible scenario. He continued, âShe found a way to bring me back and we know how that story ends Sam.â Sam filled to the brim with guilt, âIâll fix everything, I promise Dean, I wonât let anything else happen to her.â The car went back to silence as both brothers continued to hope their baby sister was alright.
It was around 1am when they finally arrived at the motel. The engine roared as Dean turned the car off. They got out and hurried to the front desk. âHi. how can I help you?â The man behind the desk asked. They both pulled out their FBI badges and stated who they were looking for. The guy pointed them to a room and they rushed to what they were hoping was Y/Nâs room. Sheâs always been a light sleeper so when Dean started to pick the lock to her door, she immediately heard it. Her heart dropped and she grabbed her knife to give her a fighting chance against her intruders. She quickly glided across the motel room and put her back against the wall. It was pitch black, but she could make out two figures. One was much taller than the other, but they were both pretty big which made her gulp. There was no one way she could take on the both of them and she knew that. They picked the lock with ease and started to make their way into her room. They took a few steps in and thatâs when Y/N charged at them. The taller one of the two immediately turned around and just before she could make contact with him, he grabbed her. She immediately dropped her knife as he pinned her wrist back and slammed her against the wall. She let out a yelp and braced her head for impact, but instead of feeling the hard wall against her head it was the palm of a hand. She was confused, but she still whimpered terrified. âPlease,â she cried, âplease donât hurt me.â As she pleaded, the light to the motel room flicked on and she was finally able to make out the person in front of her. âHey hey itâs alright,â it was Sam. âSammy,â she whimpered. Still clearly dazed, confused, and frightened. Sam loosened his grip on his sister and wrapped his large arms around her small frame, âYeah, hey shhhh bug I got you. Iâm so sorry. Iâm so so sorry.â She cried, flinging her arms around him and holding him tight like he could disappear at any moment. To be fair, he could disappear at any moment and he did. They stayed like that for a few moments before rage took over her. She pulled away, crying and started hitting him. âHow could you Sam,â she cried. Slapping his chest and hitting him over and over again, âHow could you fucking leave me. I-I needed you Sam. I needed you and you left me,â she sobbed. She was weak with exhaustion, but Sam let her hit him because he deserved every single blow even if it barely hurt him.
Dean stood back watching his little sister. He was taken aback by how fragile she looked. She definitely lost weight as she was much skinnier. He noticed dark heavy bags under her eyes like she had been crying every single day for months straight. He couldnât take it anymore, his sister was clearly suffering and he wasnât around to help her. In fact, no one was around to help her. He couldnât watch her crumble any longer so he came up behind her and embraced her. He pinned her frailing arms down with his and held her in a tight hug from behind. She fought against him, crying when Dean calmly spoke, âHey hey hey Y/N/N Iâm going to need you to relax for me alright?â She stood frozen, âDe?â âYeah, I got you sweetheart, I got you. Iâm so sorry,â He released his hold as she turned around and launched herself onto him. Dean wrapped his arms around her and she gripped onto Deans shirt for dear life. She whimpered, âDe I was so scared.â Dean felt his heart drop even further, âI know kid, I know. Shhhh itâs okay, Iâm here. I got you.â Dean tightened his grip on her and rested his clenched jaw on her head shooting Sam a look. Sam watched them both, feeling sick to his stomach. How could he have done this to his baby sister? This is no life for a kid. He knew that too and thatâs why the pit in his stomach only grew bigger. A sob interrupted Samâs thoughts as Y/Nâs emotions began to escalate. He watched as she collapsed, falling into their older brothers arms. Dean quickly sunk to the floor with her as her breathing hitched. He could feel her heart hammering against her rib cage and knew he needed to get her out of her panicked state before she passed out. âHey hey hey hey Y/N/N breathe for me sweetheart, breathe.â She felt her chest start to tighten which frightened her even more. Her breathing was erratic at this point and she dug her finger tips into deans arms. âHey kid, youâre having a panic attack okay? Itâs alright. Iâve got you. Youâre safe okay?â She nodded still trembling, still gasping. He repositioned her so she was sitting in between his legs with her back pressed against him to feel the rise and fall of his chest. âI need you to breathe with me. Can you do that sweetheart?â Dean felt her nod and continued âYeah? Okay. Weâre going to breathe out for 10. Come on bug 10âŠ9âŠ8âŠ7âŠâ She matched Deanâs breath which ended up hitching on 7. Dean reached down to rub her arms, âKeep going kid. You got it. 3âŠ2âŠ1âŠâ He walked her through breathing in and out a few more times until he felt satisfied enough to where he knew she wouldnât pass out. He sighed in relief, wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on her head, âThatâs it sweetheart, I got you.â He could still feel her heart pounding though so he pulled her onto his lap like he did when she was a child and ran his fingers through her hair. âItâs alright, Iâm here now and Iâm not leaving. Youâre safe with me kiddo. Iâve got you.â
She sat on the floor with Dean for what felt like hours while he comforted her. Eventually Sam made his way over unable to see his baby sister hurt any longer. He sat down and brushed her hair away from her face, âIâm so sorry bug. You have every right to be upset with me. I let you down and I caused you so much pain. I just thought I was doing the right thing for all of us. If I could go back in time, I would change it. Iâm so incredibly sorry for everything, but Iâm here now and Iâm not leaving you ever.â Sam let a few tears escape his eyes. Y/N reached to grab his hand, âI forgive you Sammy. Iâm sorry for hitting you.â Sam chuckled. His baby sister was too nice for her own sake. âI deserved it,â he said. She shot her head back up and looked between her two brothers. âHow did you get out?â She asked, not knowing if she really wanted to know the answer. She was scared that a crossroads demon finally took Sam up on his offer for his soul. Her heart rate picked up again while she waited for her brothers to give her an answer. âI donât know how I got out. I thought it was either you or Sam who figured it out, but Sam didnât,â he trailed off looking at her with worried eyes. She blinked, âNo it wasnât me. I tried Dean, I tried so hard to save you. I- I tried. Iâm so sorry. I-I couldnât figure it out.â Deanâs face softened, âHey sweetheart itâs okay. Thank you, but I wish it wasnât put on you in the first place. I would have never wanted this for you. Iâm so sorry.â He could tell she was filled with so much guilt when she shouldnât be. It crushed him and he rubbed her arm, âIâm here now.â Y/N had so many questions, but all she knew was that she was back with her brothers and thatâs all that mattered to her. She was exhausted and eventually let the darkness flow over her. âGet some rest kid, weâll be here when you wake up,â she heard Dean say. She could finally sleep peacefully knowing she had both of her brother back.
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hi! i was wondering if you could do young!hook x gn!reader dating hcs? thank you!
Of course love! Iâve never written Headcannons so I hope this lives up to your expectations <3
- nini đż
Dating Young Hook headcannons SFW
Pairings: hook x Gn! reader
Warnings: none
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That man did not leave you alone when he started realizing he had feelings for you
He tried to pretend like you ignoring his advancements didnât hurt
He hits a sexy pose against the wall you were leaning against. âlass do you have a compass by chance?â You reluctantly answer with a hesitant look in your face, ââŠno?â. His lips stretch up in a grin his gaze trailing from your chin up to your orbs as he inched closer to you, ââcause Iâm lost in your eyesâ
Boooo đ
He was convinced his pirate pick up lines would work on you (far from it)
Even after you started dating he didnât waste an opportunity to use them thinking he had some amazing charm
It eventually started working on you because after all it was cute your little pirate still trying to impress you
Please call him James
it drives him feral cause it feels more intimate
PET NAMESSSS?!
Love, darling, sweetheart, angel, prince/princess, my little duckling (stole that from Harry hook)
He loves possession going both ways
like how he addresses himself
Your pirate, your captain, your villainous boyfriend
YOURS YOURS YOURS
This bleeds onto needing to have at least a hand around you at all times
Loves having both hands, hook and everything on your waist
his head on your shoulder being the cherry on top
He isnât super big on other parts of PDA but will show it in its entirety when he feels threatened
Jealous! Hook
Even if heâs a very confident man and knows his worth he gets easily defensive
That person over there was staring at you?
Heâll want to Gauge their eyes out with his hook
Youâll make him realize heâs insane though dw! No harm will come to them unless you ask of it from him
HE IS THE IT GURRRLLL
donât try to outshine him in the relationship heâll always eat with his outfits and one up you every time effortlessly
You have a pretty boyfriend and you should appreciate that
Always checking his appearance on the reflection of his hook
Apart from his looks going to his head he always bloats about his amazing pirate adventures
He over exaggerates too much in an attempt to impress you that your convinced most of his stories are fake
You donât tell him that though
Him gossiping is the besssstttt
The way he drops lore on any person you donât like is crazy
Youâll spend hours talking smack about anyone at Merlin Academy
Heâs sassy 100%
Snarky clap backs if you try making fun of him
But he is also the most romantic person youâll ever meet
Him being a gentleman compensates for his sassines
Convinced heâd always bring you flowers whenever coming across them in the forest or on school grounds
Administration probably knows him as the flower bandit by now fr
He loves roses đč
Youâre always on his mind and he never passes up an opportunity to show you that
Adds a little note to the flowers he leaves in your room
Tries to make his writing so fancy it becomes unreadable but you can always inquiry another person to help
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Extracurricular
Pairing â Hyunjin x fem!reader Wordcount â 9,281 words Includes â College AU, strangers to something. Shy and inexperienced Hyunjin. Explicit content, smut warnings under the cut. Author's note â This was... a ride. I'm used to writing super filthy smut, but I think this one is pretty soft and wholesome. I enjoyed this idea a lot, and I enjoyed writing it too. I was between Seungmin, Mark and Hyunjin for this one, but I eventually decided to go with Hyunjin because... I don't think I've read a lot about him in this kind of dynamic haha. Also to indulge myself. I hope you guys like it; if you do, please like/reblog and leave an ask or comment! Remember that I own a ko-fi, in case you want to support my work further (link in my post pinned!) Every tip is super helpful to me.
Smut warnings: Kind of perv!Hyunjin if you squint. Hyunjin gets hard during a non-sexual context and reader catches it. Soft dirty talk, handjob, fingering, oral sex (both m. and f. receiving), deepthroating and super soft face fucking, cum eating, multiple orgasms (for both characters). Penetrative sex, unprotected sex (contraceptives are discussed), creampie.
[15:47 p.m.] You: 8, my place.Â
Hyunjin tilted his head while reading your text, unsure about what he should reply. It wasnât a question, nor a proposal; it was an order, something he had to accept rather than negotiate.Â
[15:48 p.m.] Hyunjin: Yeah.Â
For once, he was glad about being partnered with someone who enjoyed taking the lead. Had it been any other classmate of his, Hyunjin was sure he wouldâve been forced to take the initiative.Â
This time around, though, he wasnât. But at what cost? The relief of being grouped with someone like you wasnât as comforting as any other would think. Sure, more than one classmate wouldâve done anything to be paired with you, but Hyunjin just couldnât feel the same.Â
[15:50 p.m.] You: my apartment is near Namyeong station.Â
[15:50 p.m.] You: I'll text you the address later, wait.Â
He spent the following hours waiting for your text, wondering how fate had played such cards on him. Was it a divine punishment? Or a devilish blessing? Hyunjin just couldnât know.
*
He stood in front of your apartment door for minutes, debating on whether he should knock right away or wait a little bit longer. The clock on his cellphone screen Hyunjined 8:02, yet he didnât want to look too desperate to get inside your place, even when he was.
So, Hyunjin opted to wait a few more minutes before knocking on your door. He thought about it as a way to soothe himself, though it was useless âno amount of waiting time could fight the awkwardness of getting to hang around you for a whole evening.
Despite knowing that, he tried his best. He brushed his sweaty palms against the fabric of his sweatpants, fixed his hair, cleared his throat, and rehearsed his greeting.
âHey,â he whispered to himself. Too sharp. âHello,â too weird. âHi,â totally not like him.
âWhatâs up?,â Hyunjin finally concluded. Whatâs up? Casual, friendly, and not too uptight âeven when that's probably one word he would use to describe himself.
With tons of hesitation, and motivated by the already wasted time, Hyunjin finally knocked on your door. He went for three knocks, one right after the other.
Surprisingly, you answered the door after the second one.
âWhat were you doing?â
It wasn't that Hyunjin needed to have everything under his control, but he wished to have at least some of it. From the moment you choose your own place for the project meeting, to the blunt question you welcomed him with, Hyunjin felt nothing but uncertainty.
In any other situation, or with any other person, he would've been the one leading the way. He would've been at the comfort of his place, welcoming his guest the way he wished to be welcomed. He would direct the project, choose the idea he liked best, work diligently on it and call it a day.
But he was standing right in front of your apartment door, with his cheeks flushed and a timid grimace that resembled more awkwardness than a friendly smile.
âHuh?â he mumbled, barely audible for you.
âItâs 8:20,â you stepped away from the door and encouraged the brown-haired to come in. âI was waiting for youâ.
Were you? Hyunjin lost track of the time that evening. He knew he got to your apartment at around 8, but he wasnât conscious of the whole twenty minutes he spent getting ready to knock on your door.
âSorry,â was all he could come up with. âHiâ.
âHi,â you said back, closing the door right behind you and guiding your shy classmate across the small living room.
He seemed nosy, you could tell; his eyes widened as he discreetly scanned the whole space. There was not much to see though âwhen it came to room dĂ©cor, you were more of a minimalist. Still, Hyunjin was curious because it was your place, he wasnât particularly interested in appreciating the small details but imagining how you spent your afternoons resting there.
âSo,â you sat down on the couch and grabbed your laptop from the coffee table, leaving space for Hyunjin to sit next to you. He seemed hesitant at first, debating on whether he should be close to you or not for his own good, but he didnât want to make things any more awkward than they already were. âAny ideas?â
âIdeas?â
âMhm,â you nodded, âfor the projectâ.
To be truthfully honest, Hyunjin had plenty of ideas for the final assignment. But as he inhaled your fragrance, he completely forgot about every single one of them.
âI-â he hesitated. Silly enough, he was at the top of his class. In the midst of things, he felt overwhelmed âwhat if you expected a lot from him? âI guess I havenât thought much about itâ.
âMe neither,â you sighed, throwing your head back and against a cushion. âWe have a long night aheadâ.
âWha- do you think we can get it done by tonight?â Hyunjin asked you. Of course, if the both of you worked hard and without any distractions, the final project couldâve been done in under 3 hours. Yet he had hope about another project meeting, luckily at his place.
âMaybe,â you closed your eyes and exhaled deeply. Â
Hyunjin nodded silently and stared at you for a while, allowing himself to do so only because you had your eyes closed. Besides that time you were late and had to sit right next to him in freshman year, this was as close as Hyunjin had ever been to you.
He didnât want to come off as a pervert, but it was hard not to stare at you. Of course, he wasnât going to do it shamelessly âhe respected you and the last thing he wanted was for you to think about him as a creep or feel uncomfortable hanging around him, but his own instincts betrayed him.
From the curvature of your lashes to your lips, then your neck, and a little down further, Hyunjinâs eyes fixed on your cleavage. Your clothes only revealed much, but that was perfect, it had him on edge.
âWhat?â Your voice caught him off guard and he quickly parted his gaze away from you.
âHuh?â
âI can feel you staring at me, Hyunjin,â you scoffed, still with your eyes closed.
âI am not,â he reassured you, shifting his position on the couch.
âAlright,â you sighed. âBut I wouldnât mind if you wereâ.
âI am not,â Hyunjin repeated and turned to face the small balcony next to him, pretending that the view outside the apartment was a thousand times more fulfilling than the one he had sitting next to him.
âWhy do you not like me?â The question came out rather harshly, but far from intimidating him, it only made Hyunjin curious.
Up until that point, he thought it was pretty obvious âhe was into you. He didnât know you that much, but he didnât need to; his lack of knowledge never stopped him from having wet dreams about you almost every single night.
âWhy do you think that?â
You let out a soft scoff, turning to the side to face him. âYou didnât look happy when the professor paired us togetherâ.
Well, that was true, but not for the reasons you thought.
âYou seem outgoing with everyone, but you always look tense when I hang around you,â you continued rambling, feeling offended at the reminiscences of every time Hyunjin acted like a jerk around you. âAm I that annoying?â.
You were the farthest thing from annoying, but he couldnât tell you that. Hyunjin wasnât good at flirting or being sly around you, so being bluntly honest with you wasnât an option unless he wanted to sound intense.
âMh,â there was not much he could say, really. He knew it wasnât true, but he wasnât going to try to convince you otherwise. It was best for you to think of him as someone distant and cold rather than a complete dumbass who fantasized about you almost every single day.
âSee?â you barked. âYou are not denying itâ.
âI don't think you are annoying,â Hyunjin murmured, trying hard not to stumble upon his words. âI guess we just don't hang around that muchâ.
âMh, is that so?â You tried hard to make eye contact with him, but it was useless. It seemed as if he was avoiding any kind of interaction with you, and that amused you as much as it bothered you. âI know you are lying because you can't even say such a thing while looking at meâ.
âI don't think you are annoying,â Hyunjin repeated, tilting his head at you ever so slightly. He wasn't too fond of eye contact, let alone with you.
âAh, come on,â with a soft groan, you cupped Hyunjinâs cheeks with one of your hands and forced him to look into your direction. âI don't believe youâ.
His eyes widened slightly, and the skin underneath your palm started to feel warm with each second that passed.
âWhat?â
You were staring at him with doe eyes and, for a split second, Hyunjin felt anger at your naiveness. Were you really that oblivious to your own charms? Or did you just enjoy feeling like a predator hunting its prey? Either scenario made him feel pathetic.
If you were that naive, then that would mean that he is nothing more but a pathetic pervert that gets turned on by everything you do. But if you weren't, and instead were fully aware of the power you held over him, that would mean that you were just toying with him.
âI don't find you annoying,â Hyunjin murmured. âIf I did, I wouldn't be hereâ.
âWell you came 20 minutes late and can't even engage in small talk,â you continued bickering, âit seems to me that you don't want to be hereâ.
At that point, Hyunjin understood you were just doing that to tease him âyou were pushing all his buttons trying to get any kind of reaction from him. As far as he was concerned, that was much like you; according to your friends and classmates, you were a complete tease.
Hyunjin loved that about you as much as he hated it.
âI-I donât know what you want me to say,â he stuttered. Your skin was burning against his, and he prayed for you to not notice the rising tint in his cheeks.
You smiled, still cupping both of his cheeks as if that small gesture wasnât weird to perform on an almost stranger âstill, you could tell he was nervous. âIâm just messing with you, Hwang,â you finally scoffed, letting go of the grip you had on his face.
You didnât think he hated you, but his behavior was, in fact, odd around you. Hyunjin wasnât the extroverted type, but you could tell there was a difference between how he engaged with everyone and you.
You werenât the extroverted type either unless you had to âthat night, as he was quiet as usual, you had decided to try and lighten up the mood by teasing him. Perhaps it wasnât the best way to start a conversation, but you just didnât know any better.
âSo,â you sat down properly on your space, moving away from him as he sensed the loss of your warmth, âproject ideasâ.
It was impressive how much power you held over Hyunjin and how indifferent he was to you âeven he couldnât begin to comprehend such a thing.
It was such a small, playful action; you had decided to make a suggestive joke, inviting him to look at you. Then, you touched him. Even if it wasnât anything sexual, his body reacted in such a way âhis skin got covered in goosebumps, his heart skipped a beat and the unpleasant pressure between his legs didnât take long to appear.
That made him feel embarrassed. Â
He wasnât as experienced as others, nor had much going on in his sexual life, but there was something shameful in getting turned on that easily by someone he barely knew. Even worse, by someone who wasnât doing anything to drive him to that place.
And then you changed the subject, so casually and quickly that it made him feel pathetic. You were back to thinking about project ideas and he was still frozen in its place, imagining that your touch was still there, that your gaze was still fixed in his, and that the following events werenât as they had been.
You had moved from moment to moment so easily, yet he was still pressing the couch cushion against his lap trying for his growing bulge to go unnoticed.
âHwang?â
âHuh?â Hyunjin blinked a few times before facing you, tilting his head ever so slightly as he tried to bring back anything from what you had said the past 2 minutes. Nothing, he was too busy thinking about how it was a mistake to wear a pair of sweatpants that evening.
You stared at him with furrowed eyebrows, âwere you listening?â
He swallowed thickly and interrupted eye contact, turning to face the paper sheets scattered on the coffee table. Your eyes immediately fell down to the striped cushion which he cautiously held against his body, his hand pressing it just enough for his grip to look both rough and gentle at the same time.
âWhat was it?â Hyunjin shyly asked.
He expected you to start talking again like you had been doing ever since he got there, but you remained silent. Instead, you tilted your head at him, staring shamelessly at the object he seemed to be clinging to.
If there was one thing you were good at and he wasnât, was bearing silence.
âI was- I kind of got lost in the middle,â he rambled, trying hard to hide his obvious nervousness. âYou were saying something about, uh-â.
It seemed as if the only way you could make Hyunjin Hwang talk was by being quiet. The longer you stared at him, the more he talked âor tried to, better said.
âHyunjin,â you interrupted, offering him the sweetest yet most taunting smile he had ever seen from you.
He was doomed.
By the way your eyes were lingering on the striped cushion and the corners of your lips raised in a mischievous smile, he knew you knew.
And in that split second, where your eyes met his tense body and flustered gaze, everything started to make sense.
âWe don't need to have everything done by tonight,â you murmured with a flirting tone he wasn't oblivious to.
Prior to that day, Hyunjin had always stood out to you. It wasn't just his looks or physical appearance, but there was something inviting about him that, even then, you were trying to figure out.
You had a slight crush on him, but that wasn't saying much âevery woman you knew had a thing for Hyunjin Hwang. He really wasn't the dating type, nor showed any interest in casual dates, yet you knew a fair amount of girls who would date him in a heartbeat.
But because of how uninterested he was about the women surrounding him, and how awkward he always seemed to get around you, you never thought of him as something more than just a pretty man.
âWe should-,â he continued, avoiding your eyes who were practically begging for him to look at you, âdiscuss the id-â.
âHyunjin,â you repeated, shifting your position on the couch so your body could face him. âStopâ.
His cheeks were flushed, his bottom lip was caught between his teeth and his gaze was slowly losing its spark. His eyes were no longer bright but dark âstill, the characteristic softness of them never faded away.
âAre you okay?â
The question was innocent, but Hyunjin knew it hid something mischievous. Even so, he was hoping to be able to fool you.
âI think I just- need to go to the bathroom,â he murmured shyly, spreading his legs inconspicuously as he tried to fix his issue.
You glared at the striped cushion and then at him, trying to make him understand that you just couldn't be tricked.
âIs that so?â There was a teasing tone in your voice Hyunjin could pick up on well, but he chose to ignore it âinstead, he was trying hard to believe his own lie.
But it was almost impossible; from the way your gaze was practically devouring him to the way your arm grazed against his ever so slightly, he just couldn't focus on anything else.
âY-yesâ.
âRight there,â you pointed at one of the doors and smiled when Hyunjin realized what he had put himself through.
In order to get to the bathroom, he would have to stand up from the couch. And by standing up, he would have to leave the striped cushion behind âotherwise it would've looked weird if he decided to walk along your living room while holding a cushion against his crotch.
âWhat is it?â
Hyunjin felt cornered. And humiliated.
âThink I'll just stay here,â he struggled, looking down at the object on his lap and avoiding your touch.
He was sure that if you were to cup his cheeks one more time or grab his arm in a playful manner, he would come right then in his pants. That's how much power you had over him.
âYou are flushed,â just as if you had been reading his thoughts for the past fifteen minutes, you leaned forward to touch his forehead with your palm. âAnd you are burning, tooâ.
At that point, Hyunjin felt terrible. His cock twitched inside his pants as he felt your delicate touch on him again, and he was sure that his sweatpants had now a dark, wet patch on them.
All because of you.
âYou were just fine when you got here though,â you were toying with him, and he could tell. âI wonder what happenedâ.
Hyunjin swallowed tickly once he felt your hand on his cheek and jaw, teasing the side of his neck only to return back to its original place at his forehead.
For a split second, he thought about going for it. But what exactly was he going for? His cock was hard in his pants and the whole moment just made him look pathetic. On top of that, he didn't trust you enough. Would you laugh at him and call him a pervert? Or would you like the idea that you can get him hard that easily?
âCome on,â you murmured, grabbing the cushion as soon as he let his guard down. He was too lost into his own thoughts that he only realized you had taken it away when it was already too late.
His hands flew to his crotch, but it was all useless.
The raise of one of your eyebrows let Hyunjin know he had lost a game he didn't even know he was playing in the first place. It seemed as if, from the moment he walked through your apartment door, your only mission was for him to drop that distant facade he thoroughly tried to build around you.
And oh, how you succeeded.
He stared at you for what felt like ages, his body leaning forward as he tried to hide his bulge. The worst part was that, even after being caught, his cock didn't soften, it was all quite the opposite.
âHm,â you finally hummed, interrupting the awkward silence between the both of you. âI thought you were feeling illâ.
Truth was, he did feel ill. His head was spinning around, he felt dizzy, his heart was racing at a thousand miles per hour and his hands were sweating like never before. At some point, he felt as if he was going to faint.
But even then, when he knew you had caught him red-handed in the middle of possibly one of the most humiliating situations a man can ever be in, you just couldn't stop staring at him.
Your eyes were fixed on the silhouette of his bulge, his sweatpants only leaving much to the imagination. His hand reached out for the striped cushion yet again, establishing a physical barrier between you and what you were dying to see.
âI guess you were right,â you murmured after an awkward silence, still with your gaze placed on that specific spot. âYou don't find me annoyingâ.
It was a subtle, amusing joke to lighten up the mood, but Hyunjin couldn't relax. All he could think of was your eyes analyzing every part of him, from his rosy cheeks to the stained gray sweatpants.
âI should probably- just, you know, I can get the project done on my own. I will just-,â he was rambling, again. It was really a pathetic move, but what else was he supposed to do? He had never felt as embarrassed.
âDo you like me?â
Hyunjin stared at you with both eyes open like plates. There was no point in asking that question, especially not after you caught him with a boner in the middle of just a college project.
âI mean, sexually,â you added.
He thought, wasn't it obvious? His cock always got rock hard whenever you were around. Whenever he jerked himself off, all he could think about was you. Even when he didn't want to, even when he tried to think about anyone but you, you were the only one he could think of as he came.
âI- you know, I'm just-â.
âIt's a yes or no question, Hyunjinnie,â you taunted him.
God, how he hated that nickname. It made him feel pathetic, which was not too far from reality.
âNoâ.
A blatant lie. No matter how hard Hyunjin tried to pretend he didn't feel attracted towards you, his past actions could rat him out anytime. The amount of times he had jerked off to your instagram pictures, the countless occasions he got hard just from seeing you and the embarrassing moments in which your name had slipped from his lips every time he humped his pillow were enough proof that he was into you.
âNo?â you asked him, incredulous.
He shook his head. âI- think we should just- focus on the assignmentâ.
It took Hyunjin all the courage within him to not run away from the scene, lock himself up in his apartment and drop out of college. He did want to run away from your apartment, though, but he couldn't âhis whole body was frozen and he could only do as little as move his gaze over the scattered paper sheets in front of him.
âI am just trying to help you here,â you exhaled deeply, clearly upset about facing rejection from such a man.
You weren't expecting him to give in right away âyou knew him fairly well, and considering how shy he was, it was pointless to hope for a little bit of initiative. Yet the thing that bothered you the most was how you could tell he wanted to, but kept on denying it and pretending he just wasn't interested.
âAnd I can't help you if you don't let meâ.
Hyunjin fixed his eyes on the small coffee table in front of him, yet his gaze was lost. Everything felt too surreal, like a dream or something pulled out of his wildest fantasies âit was all too good to be true.
âWhat makes you think I need help?â he gulped while asking that question, as if the answer wasn't obvious. Still, he wanted to know if you two were at least on the same page.
âMh,â you scoffed, changing your position to end up kneeling on the couch right next to him. âDo I really need to say it?â
Truth is, you didn't. If you did say those words, he would feel too humiliated. It was humiliating enough for him to have you knowing his filthy secret, so Hyunjin just couldn't imagine how overwhelmed he would feel if you were to say anything about the situation.
âYou know, it is actually kind of funny,â you taunted. Now that he was sitting right next to you, with his cock hard and his cheeks tinted, Hyunjinâs image was everything but funny.
âI am guessing this is the reason behind you not being able to concentrate on this project,â your hand sneaking all the way to the striped cushion as you took it from his lap âthis time around, he didn't stop you. âSo I think it's funnyâ.
He couldn't wrap his head about your choice of words. Funny?
âHow come?â he felt less pathetic then. Still as embarrassed, but at least the relief of knowing you didn't think of him as a pervert gave him just the tiniest bit of comfort.
âYou are hard and I am wet,â you chuckled, wrapping your hands underneath his left arm. That, combined with the words coming out of your mouth, made Hyunjinâs cock twitch inside his sweatpants. âHad I not seen that, we would have spent hours working on this while being arousedâ.
Now, that was too good to be true.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean,â your hands cupped his face with delicacy, forcing him towards you. âGiven the circumstances, we can help each other out, right?â
There was something Hyunjin needed to know first, before agreeing to do whatever it was that you were suggesting. Perhaps it was his ego, or mere curiosity, but he couldn't hold the question back.
âWhy were you wet?â
The short, obvious answer was because you were aroused. But you both knew he didn't want to hear that âhe was more interested in knowing what caused it.
âWhy do you think so?â you scoffed softly, dragging your hand along his arm until it reached his wrist. âYou are here, and we are both alone so it was impossible for me not to think about stuffâ.
âWhat kind of stuff?â
For better or for worse, Hyunjin lost his inhibitions slowly. Had you reacted differently than you did, he was sure things wouldn't have been the way they were.
âToo many questions,â you shook your head softly, guiding his wrist between your parted legs. âWhy don't you tell me what made you hard?â
He repressed a moan as soon as his digits grazed against your core âeven with your underwear and shorts on, he could feel how warm you were.
âYou,â he simply responded, fixing his eyes on the way your hand wrapped around his wrist.
âDo I make you hard?â
Hyunjin was just applying a small amount of pressure on you, yet you felt the need to swallow thickly. Your gaze was lost in the veins of his arms and the way his hand got lost between your legs.
âYes,â Hyunjin sighed, lifting his eyes slightly up until they met your parted lips.Â
The fabric of his sweatpants outlined the shape of his bulge fine, and it was impossible not to clench at the image. There was a wet, small patch on them, and you were fighting the urges to release his cock and lick the tip of it to taste him.
âDoes it happen often?â you softly cooed, tightening the grip on his wrist as his fingers started to touch you over your clothes. Â
Always, Hyunjin thought, when youâre around and when youâre not.Â
âIâm just curious,â you continued after a few seconds of silence, âit would be a huge compliment if it doesâ.Â
âWould it?â he swallowed thickly, gaze fluttering between your eyes and lips. âWhy?â
âYou know,â you replied, followed by a sigh, âyou ask a lot of questions for someone who hasnât given a proper response to any of mineâ.Â
Hyunjin couldnât argue with you on that.Â
âSo,â still with his hand between your parted legs, you switched your position on the couch to be closer to him. âI asked you, does it happen often?â
âYes,â he didnât think it through this time and gave you the shortest, most honest answer within him. If that was what you needed to answer all of his questions, then he was going to play along. âMuch more than I want to admitâ.
âMh,â you sarcastically pouted, resting your hand on top of his thigh. The sudden contact made him flinch in the slightest, but you found it adorable. âDonât be shy with me, weâre not that differentâ.Â
If he hadnât been biting his lower lip, he was sure a whimper wouldâve escaped his lips as you squeezed his thigh, softly caressing it while you made your way to his crotch.Â
Luckily for him, he was showing much more self-control than the one he thought he had.
âWeâre not?â
âWell, you too have turned me on more times than I can count now,â you murmured with boldness, âIs that weird? We donât even talk muchâ.Â
It isnât, Hyunjin thought to himself as a series of perverted memories flooded his mind.
Not that he would willingly share them with you. At least not right now.
âBut youâre just too pretty,â a sighed escaped your lips while your hand finally wrapped around his bulge, stroking it ever so slightly on top of his clothes, âI canât help myselfâ.
Hyunjin kicked his head back, resting it against the back of the sofa. His hand was still between your legs, and your hand was gripping the silhouette of his dick over his sweatpants.
It felt like something pulled out of his wildest fantasies, but he was overthinking it a lot. You were there, admittedly wet, and he was with you, painfully hard âit was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if you will, and he was about to waste it triumphantly.
ââm sorry,â he squeezed his eyes shut, grimacing like you were hurting him albeit the soft grip you had on him, âI canâtâ.Â
You missed the warmth of his digits against you almost instantly, only to be replaced by his hand wrapping around your wrist. He fully intended to push your touch away âthe faster he got your hands off of him, the faster he would forget how they felt.Â
But his body betrayed him, and he could only do much as squeeze your wrist while you rubbed him off.
âWant me to stop?â You asked him, not knowing if you should continue, or just let the poor man go.
His body was stiff underneath your touch, but you could feel his cock twitching against your palm. It felt deliciously good, you could only fantasize about how much better it would feel inside of you.
âI donât- I donât know,â he simply responded, still with his eyes shut and his head kicked back. Hyunjin wanted to engrave the feeling of your hand wrapped around him, just as much as he wished to remember the sound of your breathing and the smell of your fragrance. âFuck, I donât knowâ.
Your eyes gleamed with the pride of coming up with a plan.
âCan I help you make up your mind?â
He blinked a couple of times, his hazy gaze barely focusing on you but your pair of hands that were dangerously close to the waist of his pants.Â
âYou can say no, of course,â you squeezed his thigh softly, and that drew his attention back to your face, the corners of your lips rising into a flirty smile, âbut I wouldn't do that if I were youâ.
All he offers you in return is a sweet, desperate nod. A short one, at that âhe basically tilted his head at his crotch as a way of saying go ahead, but that was all you needed to move on.
You went from sitting right by him, to kneel in the space he had created between his legs.
His eyes were following every move of yours, and refused to abandon your image at any moment âpainfully enough, Hyunjin looked so fucking good from this angle of view.
The tip of your digits grazed against the elastic of his sweatpants, lowering them along with his underwear just as little as your plan required. And as soon as your hand wrapped around his erection, Hyunjin swore he was going to die. Or come. Which to Hyunjinâs concern, was exactly the same.Â
âW-wait, just, shit,â he didnât wrap his hand around your wrist this time, but the conflict in his voice made you stop right on your tracks even before you got to do anything. âWait, Iâm not- Iâm not that experienced, you know?â
âSo?â You queried without bothering to hide the fact that the sudden confession perked you up a little.
âI just donât want to embarrass myself,â Hyunjin exhaled, âwhich I probably already did, and I'm doingâ.Â
So it really wasn't that he didn't like you enough, or that he didn't want this just as much as you did.
âWhatâs the worst thing that can happen, anyway?â your hands were still gripping the base of his cock, teasing it against your lips as you spoke.Â
âThat I might come too fast,â he stuttered, eyebrows furrowed with concern. âYou're not even doing anything and I can feel my cock throbbing like crazyâ.
The filthy choice of words made your heart skip a beat âthat, paired with the raspiness and deepness of his tone, only had you wishing he wouldn't shut up at all.
âSo?â You repeated again, grinning with mischief. âI donât mind if you come quick, as long as you can get hard for me againâ.
Hyunjin let out a mixture between a moan and a grunt at your words, feeling visibly affected by them.
âIf you keep saying stuff like that, I will come,â he inhaled sharply and swallowed thickly at the sight of your smile.Â
âJust tell me whereâ.Â
The small confidence Hyunjin built for himself after voicing out his concerns slowly faded away as soon as your tongue grazed against the tip of his cock âfor a moment, he really thought he could hold up pretty well. But the sight of you as you made eye contact with him, while your tongue dragged along the side of his dick, was enough proof that he just couldn't stand a chance against his libido.
âFuck,â he sighed, catching his lower lip between his teeth ever so slightly, ââm sorryâ.Â
At that, you cocked an eyebrow. âSorry about what?âÂ
The kitten licks you were giving the tip of his cock didn't make things any easier for Hyunjin âthe idea of putting together a whole sentence seemed impossible, and he knew if he were to talk in the middle of it he would just look pathetic.
âI don't mean to be this loud,â his hands were something between gripping the edge of the couch, and resting over his spread thighs; he was too focused on repressing the string of curses and moans that threatened to escape his lips.Â
âBut I want to hear you, Hyunjin,â you purred, stroking his dick against one of your cheeks.
The sight was to die for, quite literally âyour lips were glistening with spit, just like your chin and now your cheek. Both of your hands were wrapped around his dick, and you just looked too cute despite the lewd setting you were in.
âI love it when you curse,â you encouraged him, leaving wet kisses along his shaft. âYou sound so good, you know?â
The compliments were definitely getting to Hyunjin's head, and you could tell because little by little, he started to leave the awkwardness aside and get really immersed in the moment.
He seemed too afraid of screwing things up, for some reason. You, on the other hand, didn't think he could screw anything up at all âHyunjin had always turned you by doing the bare minimum, and you wondered if he was well aware of that.
You knew he wasn't, otherwise he would've carried himself with a little more ego and pride than he did.Â
"But you're a good boy, aren't you?" you continued, gently spitting on his cock to use it as lube. As you jerked him off, Hyunjin's hips instinctively bucked your palm. âYou donât curse, you donât break rules, you donât ever get looseâŠâÂ
âIâm not that- good,â Hyunjin hissed, biting down his lower lip. âI just- fuck".
He kicked his head back when he felt a delicious squeeze of your hands around his balls, interrupting whatever it was that he meant to say.
âDo you like it when I touch you like this?â You asked, based on his reaction.Â
Again, you squeezed his balls ever so slightly while the tip of your tongue swirls around the head of his cock.Â
âI fucking love itâ.
God, he sounded so good. So good when he cursed, when he moaned and when your name fell from his lips. Sensuality looked good on him, despite him not knowing jack shit about it.Â
"I swear I've never wanted to taste someone so bad in my entire life," you giggled, letting out a hiss when you felt his hard dick throbbing between your hands, "want you to come in my mouth, Iâll swallow it".
You weren't his first âdespite his awkwardness and lack of girlfriend history whatsoever, Hyunjin had a couple of experiences he could trail back to.Â
But none of them came close to whatever it was that he was feeling right now.
âIâm close,â he warned you, his hands alternating between grabbing your head and your cheeks, âfuck- Iâm so fucking closeâ.
Eagerly, you continued bopping your head up and down his length, jerking off with your hands the part that just couldn't fit in your mouth. Between your strokes and the way you squeezed and caressed his balls, you had Hyunjin coming in no time.
âShit-â he whimpered, forcing your head down onto his cock until your nose hit his pubic bone.Â
You weren't expecting him to make you deepthroat his cock, but you tried to take it like a champ nonetheless. All for him and his pleasure.
And honestly, he didn't mean to do that exactly. It was an instinct, something done in the heat of the moment, but he just couldn't deny the fact that he enjoyed maybe a bit too much the sound and feeling of you gagging around his dick.
You had never seen someone looking this hot while coming âhis cheeks were flushed, his eyebrows furrowed, his teeth were chewing at his bottom lip and his whole body was shaking and grinding ever so slightly against your mouth, hips raised against the couch while he chased his high.
It was a long high âhe came so much down your throat, it eventually spilled out from the corners of your lips onto the length and base of his cock.Â
Messy, but neither of you could begin to care.
âGod,â Hyunjin exhaled, his whole body relaxing onto the couch after all the tension he had been carrying ever since got to your apartment.Â
He let go of your face and you continued jerking him off with his own cum for a couple of seconds as your movements died down.Â
âDid you- did you swallow it?â
Rather than giving him a response, you just stuck out your tongue âempty, clean, with just a small amount of him still in you. He tasted just like you imagined, and that did nothing more than to turn you on.Â
âI told you,â you smiled, âI wanted to taste youâ.
Hyunjin looked at you for a couple of seconds, blinking perplexed. His heart was still going at a thousand miles per hour, his head was spinning around your apartment and his cock was still as rock hard, despite having come just minutes ago.
And, impulsively, he leaned down to kiss you.
You were still on your knees between his legs, but he cupped your cheeks and practically forced you onto his lips. It was sloppy, and fast, but at the same time it was far from unpleasant. The feeling of his tongue against yours, tasting himself off of you, was enough to elicit a moan from the two of you.Â
From one moment to another you were no longer kneeling between his legs, but laying down on the couch with your back against a soft cushion. Hyunjin was between kneeling and sitting right on top of you, with his hands on either side of your body.
âI want to taste you too,â he panted in between kisses, leaving a wet trail of them from your lips to your jaw, âwant to make you feel real good, just like you did to meâ.Â
You were dying to fuck him, but you weren't going to reject it. More than one night you snuck your hand between your panties wishing it was Hyunjin's face and tongue, so you trembled in excitement at knowing that one of your fantasies was about to become true.
Or a couple of them.
âPlease,â yours and Hyunjinâs hands lost no time in struggling you out of your bottoms, leaving them out of your rear of view.Â
Embarrassingly for you, but luckily to Hyunjin, the fabric and color of your underwear did absolutely nothing to hide your wetness âstripping you out of it was a delight to him, who could catch a glimpse of your arousal sticking to your panties.
Carefully, he positioned himself somewhat flat against the couch with his face between your legs. Your back was slightly straight against the couch's arm rest, and your knees softly bent with your feet against the faux leather of it, so he hooked one of his hands under your thigh while the other caressed the side of your body.
âYouâre so pretty,â Hyunjin whispered under his breath leaving a couple of shy kisses along your inner thighs. The slight contact of his breathing against your hot cunt made your back arched. âPretty face, pretty pussyâ.Â
âDo you think Iâm pretty?â
His half-lidded eyes looked up to you, âI've always thought you were the prettiestâ.
He started off really slow, getting to know your body. You were desperate for more, for something messy and rough, but you allowed him to take his time. Even more so because it seemed though as if he was gaining confidence as he explored you, and you loved to see it.
âSo good,â he groaned against your slit, âcould eat you out for hoursâ.Â
You wouldn't mind. He just looked too good buried in the heat between your legs, and his wet tongue felt heavenly against your clit and folds.Â
After some time, his fingers came into the mix as well. Two digits stretching your cunt open, cautiously, while he kept on licking and sucking your clit.
âRight there Hyunjin,â you arched your back, gasping when his digits brushed against that spot. âFuck, you just- shit, right there feels so fucking goodâ.
Seeing you like that, gasping and writhing underneath him, contributed a little to his ego.Â
âIs it good?â
âFucking perfect,â you cursed, rolling your hips against him, âcanât wait to feel your cockâ.
Hyunjin knew that things were eventually leading up to sex, but it didn't feel real until you named it. Until you told him you wanted to feel him inside you, until you implied that it was only a matter of minutes before he got to enact his fantasies with you.
His hips grinded against the couch, too, as he ate you out.Â
Needy to feel your warmth, desperate to give you all of his cum again.
âI want you to come first like this,â Hyunjin murmured, with his fingers buried in your pussy and his nose brushing ever so slightly against your swollen clit, âwith my mouth and fingers. Then, I will make you come with my cockâ.
You moaned at his words.
âItâs a promise?âÂ
âItâs a promiseâ.Â
You kicked your head back against the couchâs arm rest, and arched your back when you felt the tension threatening to unravel down your lower abdomen.
His tongue was moving deliciously where you needed it, and his fingers never lost its pace and rhythm inside you.
âHyunjin,â you chanted, latching your fingers onto his dark hair, âdonât stopâ.Â
Not that he was planning to.
âAre you going to come?âÂ
âYes,â you nod frantically, moving your hips as much as his grip allowed you to. âSo close Hyunjin, Iâm so closeâ.Â
Heavenly.Â
His name falling from your lips felt right, just like it did your mouth around his cock and his tongue flat against your clit. You felt right, much more better than whatever he had been imagining the past years while masturbating on his own.
âLike that,â Hyunjin hissed, watching in awe the way your pussy and ass clenched at your orgasm. But as much as he wanted to enjoy the view, he also wanted to feel you getting wetter and wetter as you came, so he quickly returned to latch his mouth on your pussy and his eyes on you.Â
âShit!â your hips were bucking against his face frantically, almost aggressively. But he didn't stop, and elongated your high as much as he possibly could, âCanât stop- fuck, canât stop comingâ.Â
It felt like a never ending orgasm, one prompted by Hyunjin's lustful gaze âthe more eye contact you made, the more aroused you felt.
âMore, more Hyunjin,â you sounded desperate, and that made his dickthrob against the couch. He wanted to make you come again, and again, and until you no could no longer take it.
But he would be lying if he said he wasn't impatient for fucking you.Â
âIâll give you more,â he murmured, withdrawing from your body when you finally came down from your high. âBut just- want to give it to you with my cockâ.Â
Whenever you thought about sex with Hyunjin, you always pictured yourself being on top. Maybe it was because of his shyness, or because you felt like you needed to take the initiative, but you almost always came at the thought of you bouncing up and down his dick.
Much to your surprise, he didn't lose time before positioning his body between your spread legs, not before removing his shirt and doing the same with yours as well.
He was going to fuck you in missionary, you figured. And you almost came at the realization of it.
Most men these days all they want is to get their dicks wet with minimal to no effort âHyunjin was trying hard to please you, and that was alone much more satisfactory than any other experienced you had so far.
âI want to see your face when I'm fucking you," it was almost like he read your thoughts. Not that you had any complains, but quick fucks never cared for the intimacy sex entailed.
Hyunjin was different.
âDefinitely not my best look,â you swallowed, thinking about your ruined make up and post-orgasm fucked out face.Â
âI could come just by looking at you,â he confessed, eyes falling to your spread legs. âI swearâ.Â
You wrapped your arms around his neck, and pumped his dick a few times before realizing that he was missing something.
âYou uh-â he felt embarrassed, but he honestly didnât think he would get to fuck you, out of all the people. He came to your apartment to work on a school project, not to get laid. âI donât have a condomâ.Â
âWant to do it raw?â
He gulped.
Of course he wanted to. Using a condom was never part of his fantasies âshit, almost all his fantasies ended up with him filling you up, despite how risky that was.Â
âI honestly want to, but Iâd understand if you-â.
âAre you-â
âIâm on the pill,â you reassured him, âand Iâm clean. I want you to fuck me raw if thatâs what you want tooâ.Â
âI do,â Hyunjin sighed, licking his lips at the thought of getting to really feel you. âFuck, I doâ.Â
And despite the logical, rational part of him that insisted it probably wasn't the brightest idea ever, Hyunjin guided the tip of his cock against your clit. The sudden stimulation made your body jolt, but he didn't stay there for too long.Â
His cock slid easily right inside, and the way your walls clenched around him as they got used to his size almost makes Hyunjin come.
âFinally,â you exhaled, closing your eyes while he bottomed out slowly.
Hyunjin groaned quietly, softly pressing your hips against his.Â
âYouâre so tight,â he gritted his teeth, âsqueezing me just rightâ.
He hovered you, leaning down to kiss you yet again. He wasn't moving, just fully enjoying the way you felt wrapped around him.
He didn't know if he was going to have another chance to experience this, so he intended to memorize everything âfrom the way your tongue tasted, to the way your pussy clenched on him.
Only this time, the kiss wasn't as sloppy; it was intense, deep and it left you breathless. He kissed you ardently, brushing his tongue against yours, biting down your lower lip and pulling it ever so slightly.
âIâm going to-â he sighed in between kisses, âare you- alright?â
âYes,â you wrapped your arms around his neck, and your legs around his hips, âfuck me already, Hyunjinâ.
Slowly but surely, he started acquiring a pace of his own. And fuck, it felt delicious.
His pubic bone slammed against your clit, providing some stimulation; his cock reached the deepest spots inside you, and his mouth worked wonders on your neck and chest.Â
It was unfair how perfect he was âso good at everything.
âHarder,â your hands reached out to cup his face, pressing your forehead against his. âFuck me harder, pleaseâ.
He understood what you wanted.
Hyunjin didn't necessarily fucked you faster after you plea, no. He smacked his hips against yours roughly, going impossibly deeper into you. His pace was slow, but each thrust made you moan and gasp every time.
âThere you go,â he murmured in a quiet, drowned groan.
You hid your face on the crook of his neck, sucking on his flesh meaning to leave red and purple blossoms all over it. For some reason, the idea of seeing him the next day at college campus and peeking to see the marks you left on him kind of excited you.
It was also going to remind you that this was real, and that it happened.
âRight there, Hyunjin,â you enjoyed the feeling of him ruthlessly pounding into you. He was sweet, gentle, and caring, but his movements weren't. He appeared to be someone innocent, but he wasnât âat least not when he was fucking you good like he this.
âFeeling good?â
âPerfect,â you replied, âyouâre so- hard inside me, you feel perfectâ.Â
The harshness of his thrusts suddenly died down as he regained his pace; they become hotter, more sensual.Â
His eyes went from looking at you, to closing shut at times. He licked his lower lip constantly, alternating between chewing on it softly, too.Â
When Hyunjin wasn't too focused on his overwhelming pleasure, he was focused on your body.
How it reacted, how sensitive it was, what things you liked. He kissed your chest and sucked on your hardened nipples, and he soon understood you loved it âat least judged by the way you clenched around his dick.Â
He also realized he liked the feeling of your fingers latched onto his hair âhe enjoyed when you pulled it a bit too roughly, and he didn't mind the pain of it.
âCan you come with me?â Hyunjin asked in between grunts. âIâm close- but I want you to come with me, come at the same timeâ.Â
âIâm close too,â you sneaked a hand between your bodies, rubbing your clit lazily. âWant to come with you, and feel you coming inside meâ.Â
It suddenly became much more intimate than you initially intended to âhis eyes were glued to yours, saying way more than his words could ever do. You could see the lust, affection, and even perversion in his gaze; the longing of always staring from afar, but now getting to have you underneath him with your legs spread and your pussy around him.
It didn't take you any long to reach that sweet release you both had been chasing ever since he stepped a foot into your apartment.
âIâm coming,â you gasped, digging your nails onto the flesh of his shoulders and back, âcomeâ.Â
Hyunjin pressed his forehead against yours, and when he felt your walls clenching, he immediately released too.Â
He didnât want to think about his cum filling you up, nor the image of his arousal oozing out of your pretty pusy. He didnât want to think too much about what you just let him do, and he didnât want to think about the risk of it although it kind of turned him on.
A loud moan escaped his lips when he thrusted his cock harder into you, reaching yet another deep spot inside your walls. With each slam of his hips, he shot his orgasm painting you white from the inside.Â
A warm, eerie feeling you hadn't experience before, because you just refused to fuck anyone raw.
But Hyunjin isn't just anyone.
âGod,â he gulped loudly, panting and out of breath.Â
You could feel his cum dripping out of you, despite his dick still filling you up, and you just couldn't believe how much he came twice in a row.
âWas it good?â your voice sounded exactly the same, hoarse and strained. You could barely breathe, but you didnât care âhe collapsed on top of you carefully, without wanting to hurt you, and you both tried to stabilize your breathing together.
âBetter than my imagination, thatâs for sureâ.Â
You kissed his cheek and enjoyed the intimacy, wondering if the shy, awkward Hyunjin was going to make an appearance any time soon. In very little time you got to see a whole new side of him, just as shy but a lot less shallow than what you âknewâ about him prior to that day, and you were still not ready to find out how things were going to be after this.
âI should probably- get something to clean you up,â you only realized how messy a creampie is when Hyunjin pulled out, making his cum to drip out of you and onto the couch.Â
But you came up with a better plan.
âWhat if we take a shower?â
He looked at you, but soon diverted his gaze to the pile of unfinished work you had.Â
âCome on, donât get shy on me,â you pouted, sitting carefully on the couch right next to him. âIâm not getting shy itâs just-â, he makes a long pause and smiles to himself. A very faint, almost imperceptible grimace, but you caught on it, âI donât think I can be naked around you without ending up fucking you againâ.Â
âSounds like a win to meâ.
âI expected much more from the two of you,â Mr. Jung handed you the final essay you allegedly worked so hard on. Judged by the stern tone of his voice, and the deep exhalation your project partner let out, you can only assume it was a bad grade. âNot the greatest work youâve had deliveredâ.Â
Your gaze fell down in embarrassment, and Hyunjin cleared his throat, âweâre sorry. With the end of the semester we kind of- got distractedâ.Â
And if by distracted you mean fucking like animals at every chance you were alone, whether in a private or a public setting, then yes.You got so fucking distracted.
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Why I Deliberately Avoided the "Colonizer" Argument in my Zutara Thesis - and Why I'll Continue to Avoid it Forever
This is a question that occasionally comes up under my Zutara video essay, because somehow in 2 hours worth of content I still didn't manage to address everything (lol.) But this argument specifically is one I made a point of avoiding entirely, and there are some slightly complicated reasons behind that. I figure I'll write them all out here.
From a surface-level perspective, Zuko's whole arc, his raison d'etre, is to be a de-colonizer. Zuko's redemption arc is kinda all about being a de-colonizer, and his redemption arc is probably like the most talked about plot point of ATLA, so from a basic media literacy standpoint, the whole argument is unsound in the first place, and on that basis alone I find it childish to even entertain as an argument worth engaging with, to be honest.
(At least one person in my comments pointed out that if any ship's "political implications" are problematic in some way, it really ought to be Maiko, as Mai herself is never shown or suggested to be a strong candidate for being a de-colonizing co-ruler alongside Zuko. If anything her attitudes towards lording over servants/underlings would make her⊠a less than suitable choice for this role, but I digress.)
But the reason I avoided rebutting this particular argument in my video goes deeper than that. From what I've observed of fandom discourse, I find that the colonizer argument is usually an attempt to smear the ship as "problematic" - i.e., this ship is an immoral dynamic, which would make it problematic to depict as canon (and by extension, if you ship it regardless, you're probably problematic yourself.)
And here is where I end up taking a stand that differentiates me from the more authoritarian sectors of fandom.
I'm not here to be the fandom morality police. When it comes to lit crit, I'm really just here to talk about good vs. bad writing. (And when I say "good", I mean structurally sound, thematically cohesive, etc; works that are well-written - I don't mean works that are morally virtuous. More on this in a minute.) So the whole colonizer angle isn't something I'm interested in discussing, for the same reason that I actually avoided discussing Katara "mothering" Aang or the "problematic" aspects of the Kataang ship (such as how he kissed her twice without her consent). My whole entire sections on "Kataang bad" or "Maiko bad" in my 2 hour video was specifically, "how are they written in a way that did a disservice to the story", and "how making them false leads would have created valuable meaning". I deliberately avoided making an argument that consisted purely of, "here's how Kataang/Maiko toxic and Zutara wholesome, hence Zutara superiority, the end".
Why am I not willing to be the fandom morality police? Two reasons:
I don't really have a refined take on these subjects anyway. Unless a piece of literature or art happens to touch on a particular issue that resonates with me personally, the moral value of art is something that doesn't usually spark my interest, so I rarely have much to say on it to begin with. On the whole "colonizer ship" subject specifically, other people who have more passion and knowledge than me on the topic can (and have) put their arguments into words far better than I ever could. I'm more than happy to defer to their take(s), because honestly, they can do these subjects justice in a way I can't. Passing the mic over to someone else is the most responsible thing I can do here, lol. But more importantly:
I reject the conflation of literary merit with moral virtue. It is my opinion that a good story well-told is not always, and does not have to be, a story free from moral vices/questionable themes. In my opinion, there are good problematic stories and bad "pure" stories and literally everything in between. To go one step further, I believe that there are ways that a romance can come off "icky", and then there are ways that it might actually be bad for the story, and meming/shitposting aside, the fact that these two things don't always neatly align is not only a truth I recognise about art but also one of those truths that makes art incredibly interesting to me! So on the one hand, I don't think it is either fair or accurate to conflate literary "goodness" with moral "goodness". On a more serious note, I not only find this type of conflation unfair/inaccurate, I also find it potentially dangerous - and this is why I am really critical of this mindset beyond just disagreeing with it factually. What I see is that people who espouse this rhetoric tend to encourage (or even personally engage in) wilful blindness one way or the other, because ultimately, viewing art through these lens ends up boxing all art into either "morally permissible" or "morally impermissible" categories, and shames anyone enjoying art in the "morally impermissible" box. Unfortunately, I see a lot of people responding to this by A) making excuses for art that they guiltily love despite its problematic elements and/or B) denying the value of any art that they are unable to defend as free from moral wickedness.
Now, I'm not saying that media shouldn't be critiqued on its moral virtue. I actually think morally critiquing art has its place, and assuming it's being done in good faith, it absolutely should be done, and probably even more often than it is now.
Because here's the truth: Sometimes, a story can be really good. Sometimes, you can have a genuinely amazing story with well developed characters and powerful themes that resonate deeply with anyone who reads it. Sometimes, a story can be all of these things - and still be problematic.*
(Or, sometimes a story can be all of those things, and still be written by a problematic author.)
That's why I say, when people conflate moral art with good art, they become blind to the possibility that the art they like being potentially immoral (or vice versa). If only "bad art" is immoral, how can the art that tells the story hitting all the right beats and with perfect rhythm and emotional depth, be ever problematic?
(And how can the art I love, be ever problematic?)
This is why I reject the idea that literary merit = moral virtue (or vice versa) - because I do care about holding art accountable. Even the art that is "good art". Actually, especially the art that is "good art". Especially the art that is well loved and respected and appreciated. The failure to distinguish literary critique from moral critique bothers me on a personal level because I think that conflating the two results in the detriment of both - the latter being the most concerning to me, actually.
So while I respect the inherent value of moral criticism, I'm really not a fan of any argument that presents moral criticism as equivalent to literary criticism, and I will call that out when I see it. And from what I've observed, a lot of the "but Zutara is a colonizer ship" tries to do exactly that, which is why I find it a dishonest and frankly harmful media analysis framework to begin with.
But even when it is done in good faith, moral criticism of art is also just something I personally am neither interested nor good at talking about, and I prefer to talk about the things that I am interested and good at talking about.
(And some people are genuinely good at tackling the moral side of things! I mean, I for one really enjoyed Lindsay Ellis's take on Rent contextualising it within the broader political landscape at the time to show how it's not the progressive queer story it might otherwise appear to be. Moral critique has value, and has its place, and there are definitely circumstances where it can lead to societal progress. Just because I'm not personally interested in addressing it doesn't mean nobody else can do it let alone that nobody else should do it, but also, just because it can and should be done, doesn't mean that it's the only "one true way" to approach lit crit by anyone ever. You know, sometimes... two things⊠can be true⊠at once?)
Anyway, if anyone reading this far has recognised that this is basically a variant of the proship vs. antiship debate, you're right, it is. And on that note, I'm just going to leave some links here. I've said about as much as I'm willing/able to say on this subject, but in case anyone is interested in delving deeper into the philosophy behind my convictions, including why I believe leftist authoritarian rhetoric is harmful, and why the whole "but it would be problematic in real life" is an anti-ship argument that doesn't always hold up to scrutiny, I highly recommend these posts/threads:
In general this blog is pretty solid; I agree with almost all of their takes - though they focus more specifically on fanfic/fanart than mainstream media, and I think quite a lot of their arguments are at least somewhat appropriate to extrapolate to mainstream media as well.
I also strongly recommend Bob Altemeyer's book "The Authoritarians" which the author, a verified giga chad, actually made free to download as a pdf, here. His work focuses primarily on right-wing authoritarians, but a lot of his research and conclusions are, you guessed it, applicable to left-wing authoritarians also.
And if you're an anti yourself, welp, you won't find support from me here. This is not an anti-ship safe space, sorrynotsorry đ
In conclusion, honestly any "but Zutara is problematic" argument is one I'm likely to consider unsound to begin with, let alone the "Zutara is a colonizer ship" argument - but even if it wasn't, it's not something I'm interested in discussing, even if I recognise there are contexts where these discussions have value. I resent the idea that just because I have refined opinions on one aspect of a discussion means I must have (and be willing to preach) refined opinions on all aspects of said discussion. (I don't mean to sound reproachful here - actually the vast majority of the comments I get on my video/tumblr are really sweet and respectful, but I do get a handful of silly comments here and there and I'm at the point where I do feel like this is something worth saying.) Anyway, I'm quite happy to defer to other analysts who have the passion and knowledge to give complicated topics the justice they deserve. All I request is that care is taken not to conflate literary criticism with moral criticism to the detriment of both - and I think it's important to acknowledge when that is indeed happening. And respectfully, don't expect me to give my own take on the matter when other people are already willing and able to put their thoughts into words so much better than me. Peace â
*P.S. This works for real life too, by the way. There are people out there who are genuinely not only charming and likeable, but also generous, charitable and warm to the vast majority of the people they know. They may also be amazing at their work, and if they have a job that involves saving lives like firefighting or surgery or w.e, they may even be the reason dozens of people are still alive today. They may honestly do a lot of things you'd have to concede are "good" deeds.
They may be all of these things, and still be someone's abuser. đ
Two things can be true at once. It's important never to forget that.
#zutara discourse#the colonizer argument#anti anti zutara#text post#long post#anti maiko#anti mai#tagging just in case#anti purity culture#this is not an anti-ship safe space
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Pls tell us more about pregnant Buck and baby daddy Tommy đđŒ
Oh, GLADLY. I spent my entire commute home thinking about this after I got this ask.
Okay, hereâs everything you must know about Buckley-Kinard Baby Begins:
Buck is shitscared fucking terrified to tell Tommy when he finds out heâs pregnant, because while he knows that there are men out there who can get pregnant, Buck didnât think or know he was one of those men. And theyâve been dating for six months, and at the four month mark they had their first ever fight, because Buck decided to say âI Love Youâ for the first time in the same conversation where he was asking Tommy if they could stop using condoms. They havenât even talked about kids. Tommy, Buck reflects hysterically, is gonna think Buck is babytrapping him.
He lets himself into Tommyâs place after the doctorâs appointment. Tommy is in bed, napping off a shift, and heâs big and warm like the best desert rock that Buckâs lizard brain wants to curl up on. He crawls into bed with Tommy in a way that feels so final, because when Tommy wakes up for good and Buck lays out the news that there is a babyâand more importantly, that the second Buck found out that there was a baby he knew he wanted to keep itâheâs probably gonna ask Buck for his spare key back, block his number, and ready himself for eighteen years of child support payments.
Tommy shifts, mostly still asleep, eyes impossibly closed under the sun seeping between his bedroom window slats. Heâs known Buckâs been feeling like shit the past few weeks, and would have offered to take Buck to his appointment if it werenât for aforementioned shift. âHowwuz doctorâs?â
âFine,â Buck says. âTell you more when you get up.â
Which is Tommyâs cue to pass the fuck back out, which he does.
And Buck watches him sleep, and the most horrible part is that he has this fledgling hope that heâll tell Tommy about the baby and Tommy wonât think heâs a crazy babytrapping monster and wonât kick him out and will say, you know what, yeah, letâs do this.
Buck knows what itâs like to be crushed and this hope is crushing him. He canât fall asleep under its weight. Maybe another hour passes before Tommy wakes up, but it feels like a lifetime buried under this tiny hope.
So, heâs a fucking mess when Tommy does wake up, when Tommy says, âSo, did they figure out whatâs going on?â and all Buck can say is, âIâm so sorry, I didnât know, Iâm sorry.â Heâs pregnant, he didnât know, he didnât think, he wouldâve been smarter, he wouldnât have asked, heâs so sorry, and he wants to have this kid, he doesnât expect anything from Tommy, heâs sorry.
Miracle of miracles Tommy just holds him through it.
The thing is, Tommy knows heâs not a natural with kids like Buck is. Itâs not that he particularly wants or doesnât want them, but until recently heâd kind of resigned to it not being an option, never willing to tie himself to someone else like that when he was so deep in the closet, and now in his mid-forties with no real biological clock ticking it hasn't been a priority. No, he and Buck havenât talked about kids, but he knows Buck doesnât have a malicious or insidious bone in his body, and being with Buck has made him realize thereâs this well of love inside him that goes far deeper than heâs ever known it to.
And maybe it wonât work out, Tommy is the first to admit. Maybe it is too soon for them to think this is something their relationship can survive so early in, but itâs not something heâs ready to say no to either. So maybe they carry the burden of hope together, for this life theyâre making together, and they give it their best shot.
(The sex they have after this conversation is so off-the-wall bonkers crazy intense that if Buck werenât already pregnant, well.)
Later, when Buckâs had time to process that Tommyâs not going to leave him over this, that theyâre going to try and make this work, that Tommy wants to make this work as bad as he does, does Buck address the second problem thatâs bothering him: Buck wants to keep working as long as he can. He canât be side-lined again. He tells Tommy much more about the lawsuit than Tommy previously knew, the parts that Buck is embarrassed about still years later. How he canât go back to that, or wonât, how even though theyâve finally ousted Gerrard and Bobbyâs back at the helm of the 118, heâs afraid that Bobby wonât trust him and that no matter how much has changed, heâs still replaceable to the people he considers family (not healthy, Tommy doesnât say, but he gets it).
So, Tommyâs like: letâs take a week. Letâs look into this. Heâs known pregnant people in the field before, there are proper channels to consider and protections to be made before Buck has his second pregnancy-related breakdown. They support each other through the next step, and it feels auspicious and good for this whole thing working out.
Telling Bobby for real still doesnât come as well as Buck would like it to. He babbles. He starts out by mentioning heâs done his research, and there are lawsuits (heâd like to avoid) and more recent case studies on all these accommodations that say barring complications heâd be suited to some duty through his second trimester, andâ
âWait, youâre pregnant?â Bobby asks.
Buck stammers out, âUh yeah. Itâs notâwe didnât know I was even a carrier, so itâs a surprise. That said, itâs still, you know, we know itâs earlyâitâs really, really early, but Tommy and I talked about it. And we want it, you know, even if he and I donât work out at the end of the day. Itâs not unwanted.â
(And thereâs something to be said there about both Buck and Tommy, two men who grew up feeling unwanted suddenly bringing a new life into the world, and knowing above all else that no matter how things work out between them, theyâre going to make this kid know how wanted it is.)
âCongratulations, Buck, thatâs amazing,â Bobby says. Smiling in a way that Buck knows he means it, in a way that makes Buck think, is he proud of me? I think heâs proud of me. In a way that he knows that despite all his fears and their past history, Bobby trusts him on this one, will work with him, will provide the support he needs now that he knows how to ask for it.
Buck gets to go to Tommy's (home) after his shift, and when Tommy asks, Buck says, "Bobby's having me refitted for PPE in a few weeks, we're all good to go" (all three of us)
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