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can u do twst 3rd years reacting to you saying "I love you" for the first time? :3
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Twisted Wonderland - Third Years
Summary: reacting to you saying "I love you" for the first time
Characters: Third Years + Che'nya (I love him so much)
CW/Notes: gn!reader, fluff, romantic, preestablished relationship (let's say dating for some time now)
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Trey Clover
It was a long day of classes and Trey's duties with housewarden responsibilities. But one thing he was never tired for was checking up on you, making sure you're hydrated and feeling your best. Trey made his way to you, happy to see you after a being on his feet all day. He was doing some small act of service for you when you hit him with the statement that caught the calm vice-warden off guard.
The words "I love you" repeated in his head. It took him a moment to process what you just said. He gazes at you sheepishly with a soft smirk, "say it again...?". Trey look directly into your eyes trying to catch every micro reaction from you and grasp your true feelings. And after you say it again he steps closer to you meeting you at eye level. He might look composed with a light smirk on his lips, but inside his heart completely melted for you.
"I love you too~" he says dropping an octave lower, keeping his voice calm and cool, specifically to tease you. Trey, being quite the tease loves seeing your cheeks flush with colour, even if it is barely noticeable. He opens his arms pulling you into an embrace as one of his hands pats your head. Still with that smirk he'd pull you right into his chest letting you hear his heartbeat.
Cater Diamond
Cater paused when you confessed to him, telling him those three words. His expression faltering a bit. This wasn't exactly the first time someone confessed their feelings to him. However, this time it felt different. This time it felt genuine ans sincere, like you actually meant it.
"I... Uh..."
He had his share of admirers and crushes, but this confession felt more...real. Cater now felt more flustered and unsure. He's used to hidding his feelings and putting on a happy carefree face, but this time you saw it slip a bit on his face when his expression softened. He seemed more vulnerable but recovered quickly.
"I love you too, cutie~♡"
That night he almost cried himself to sleep feeling actually loved and appreciated by someone. Especially that that someone is you.
Leona Kingscholar
"...what?"
Leona thought he misheard you. He was sitting on his bed, book in his lap when you caught him completely off guard leaving him in disbelief. When you repeat it again, his eyebrows frown slightly, but in his eyes you can see something hidden. He sets the book aside, the gravity of your words setting in leaving a sense of surprise and vulnerability as he tries to process them.
"Why the hell would you love me?"
Leona may act dismissive and find it difficult to accept comfort or love, even from his partner. Though his eyes convey something else. He scoffs and looks away, his tail thumping behind him while his ears lay flat. He doesn't want to be seen as weak, he has a reputation to maintain. "Stupid herbivore..." he thinks, but his dark tan cheek feel warmer. He's not good at expressing his emotions, and will need time until he even tries to say it back.
"You....ughhh, fine...I-...I might love you too..."
Vil Schoenheit
You love Vil, but the question is; who doesn't? He has an enormous share of fans and admires showering him in compliments. Although, they don't matter as much as yours.
Love is a bit of an odd concept in his life, in respect to his career and status. When the words "I love you" leave your lips he's taken aback. Despite his acting abilities and marvellous composure, Vil isn't the best with romance. He looks into your eyes seeing the devotion and pure adoration in your gaze. His own heart is pacing faster than he'd like, but he knows he loves you too.
After taking a controlled breath he speaks trying to keep his voice steady, "I love you too, my dear." Vil takes your hand in his, the look in his eyes turning serious, "this stays private between us, the media can be relentless to say the least...but I'm glad that you love me. And I love you the same"
Rook Hunt
It is certain that he said it to you before many times. Rook is patient whether you were ready to say it or not. He was dying to hear the first time you tell him that you love him, he's a sucker for romance.
When you approached him and finally said those words to him he wasn't actually caught off guard, his hunter mind is always prepared. However, he is over the moon. Instantly picks up both your hands together, kissing your knuckles while maintaining direct eye contact. "Oh~ Mon Amour, finally blessing me with your kind words! je t'aime aussi!"
His affections double after your confession, be prepared to receive lots of affection that point onwards.
Idia Shroud
"This level is for absolute NOOBS, the boss is set u-... HUH! WHA-?!"
Absolute chain reaction. Why do you do this to him. Poor boy was just sitting playing his games, while ranting to you, with his favourite anime in the background when you drop the bomb on him. Idia will spiral, his anxiety getting the better of him. For Idia, romance was a dead zone he wasn't interested in for a long time, until you.
"Did I mishear them? No, no, no...that can't be right? They said they LOVE...ME? maybe they meant the game...right right...the game...Wait no....UGHH WHAT DO I SAY...this so awkward..."
Idias hands begin to sweat, the tips of his hair turning a brighter pink. As well as his face, the red visible in contrast to his pale skin. A mumbled "A-are you sure" leaves his mouth without thinking. His heart and mind are absolutely racing escalating to a small panic attack. A few tears weld up in his eyes, he needs some reassurance that you mean it and will never leave him.
"You're n-not just saying that are you..." after you give him a hug he melts into your comfort hiding his face in your neck. He whispers a quiet "Don't leave me..."
Malleus Draconia
Malleus was lonely practically his whole life, starved of genuine affection and love. That changed when you came into the picture.
It was on a late night walk where you agreed to accompany him while he tells you about the gargoyles around campus. The intimate and quiet atmosphere was a perfect moment for you to tell him how you feel, letting the words slip from your tongue. Malleus stopped, meeting your gaze directly. He needs a moment to think and catch his breath.
One of his hands lifts to softly caress your cheek with the back of his fingers. His gaze is soft and loving when he looks down at you.
"You truly know how to make me happy, my beloved. Please allow me to love you...eternally."
For Malleus it didn't matter who you were or what happens after. All that matters is that you love him and that he's no longer alone.
Che'nya
He was teying to annoy you as he always does, sneaking in and appearing infront of you upsidedown to try steal a kiss. That is when you decide to get hin back for all his teasing and pranks.
"Che'nya, I love you" He freezes, body stiffening and cheeks dusted pink. His eyes would widen, mouth falling open slightly before shutting again as he attempted to form words. He's a sucker for true love, and a hopeless romantic at heart, your words mean a lot to him.
He blinks with wide yellow cateyes, his brain attempting to register just what you said before the words finally processed and a wide cheesy grin would break out across his face. He steps forward, hands catching your waist gently as he pulled you flush against his chest, head tilting as he spoke.
"You love me?"
When you confirm, his grin only grows wider, ears and tail perking up in happiness. "I love mew too, lyubimaya/lyubimiy~" He purrs back littering your face and neck with kisses.
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Che'nya is mine >:(
Russian Che'nya Russian Che'nya Russian Che'nya!!!
I'd kill to call him Тёма (short for artemiy/artema) or Котик (kitty male endearment form) to his face!!!
UGGGHHH IM DOWN BAD FOR HIM
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COD men’s reaction to their daughter having a boyfriend?
heh
༢ུ· Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto
۶ৎ Price...
It wouldn't ONLY be Price worrying over who this new boy in his daughter's life was, it's the entire task force that is there against Price's wishes, and that's only because he HAPPENED to open his big mouth and spill the beans on his daughter dating
Simply shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose as the backup team of Ghost, Gaz and Soap walk in, heck even Laswell is on the line calling Price giving him "advice"
I can imagine Price telling his daughter to leave the room once you're all settled in, and you just raise an eyebrow and give him a look like asking "what's going on?", he tells you to leave too and the boyfriend is sitting there, confused, palms sweaty as Price readjusts in his seat clearing his throat and saying "let's get one thing straight"
He really just wanted to set some things straight, but poor boy thought he was about to get kicked out or beaten because this is a man who's been in the military for years, not to mention the big buff guys who keep peeking over the corner with a menacing look every once in a while
Afterwards, you come around to Price asking what he told the boy, surely he didn't scare him away, right? He didn't, only told him to treat his daughter well and there wouldn't be any problems
۶ৎ Ghost...
Would be super protective, well what parent wouldn't? but he's on a different level, and both you and your daughter knew this, so your daughter tried finding a good moment to introduce the boyfriend
She let him know ahead of time so the initial shock response happened before he was able to get his hands on the poor young man dating your daughter, when the moment came Simon couldn't even sit still
He was standing, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe between the kitchen and living room when his daughter walked in with her boyfriend, staring daggers into the back of his head
Simon would never tell his daughter to break up or leave a boy she was into, but he would definitely warn her to be cautious, he just doesn't want her to be hurt, and God forbid THAT happen
He would go to whatever lengths necessary to keep that from happening, a heavy hand on the boyfriend's shoulder every time he comes to pick her up for a date, a subtle way of reminding him who's he dealing with
Surely, he wouldn't make a careless mistake while dating Simon's daughter
۶ৎ Soap...
He shares the same excitement as his daughter when she announces she's been asked out, he's happy for his girl, he's always seeking what's best for her and hopes she's happy, but when that initial enthusiasm wears off... he realizes he knows nothing about who asked his daughter out
Then, you have to hold him back from bombarding your daughter with questions, he'd annoy her real fast and that would only make her clam up and not reveal any information
He's worried about the type of guy who attracted his daughter, what if it was a criminal? Someone who could ruin her, do more harm than good? What if it didn't work out? What if it ended in heartbreak-
You have to knock some sense into him before he gets ahead of himself, if you were patient and kept your cool, your daughter would reveal all the details necessary herself without having to pry much and make it feel like an interrogation
He actually gets along quite well with his daughter's boyfriend once they get to know each other, they are obnoxious together and it annoys the hell out of not only you but your daughter too when they both end up spending more time together on Sundays
۶ৎ Gaz...
He was cooking breakfast when his daughter waltzed in, spinning and holding her phone close to her chest, Kyle smiled as he flipped a pancake, "And what's got you smiling like that?", he expected it to be something a teen her age would be giddy about, a band she liked coming to town? New episode of her favorite show released?
None of that turns out she's seeing a guy and he just asked her to be his girlfriend, when I tell you this man's jaw DROPPED and you had to call his name multiple times to bring him back to earth, "Honey...Kyle? The pancakes are burning"
You hugged your daughter and he did the same but as soon as she went back to her room he turned to you, whisper-yelling "Did I hear that right?", and you have to remind him it's normal for teens to start having an interest in dating
He truly is happy for his daughter, he just can't help but be a little worried, he'd hate for someone to break her vulnerable heart, but you bet he'd be very attentive and patient when his daughter wants to rant or has her first breakup
I don't think he'd be overly jealous, he'd only go on full dad mode if someone is selfish and hurts his daughter or tries forcing her to do something she doesn't want to, which is why he constantly sets an example with how he treats you so his daughter won't stand any bullshit her boyfriend tries to pull
۶ৎ Roach...
He'd probably just be shocked, not understanding entirely what his daughter just announced to the both of you, a boyfriend?! but wasn't it just yesterday that he was taking her elementary school? Roach hasn't realized how fast time flies, surely his daughter meant a boy FRIEND
He's quickly proven wrong when she calls out a name he hasn't heard before, and walking in is a young man the same age as his daughter, who comes to place an arm around her and introduce himself
oh, Roach couldn't mistake that look he just saw on his daughter's face, her eyes gleaming and bright as she looked up at her boyfriend
He greets the boyfriend but will then sit quietly and observe the entire time he's there, analyzing every move and sentence that comes out of that boy's mouth, he has a real knack for deciphering people's underlying intentions that you trust his instincts if he says either there is no malice detected from his daughter's boyfriend or if he senses something wrong
He mostly lets you handle this one because he doesn't know much about how kids date nowadays and lets you give advice instead
۶ৎ Alejandro...
He used to sometimes tense up whenever his relatives or someone would joke about his daughter growing up and having a partner, whenever it was brought up at a function he'd simply say nothing and continue to drink his beer quietly
Well his little girl did grow up and she kept the relationship somewhat of a secret for a while, afraid of what her dad's reaction would be, you had to be the one to sit him down and tell him while your daughter nervously waited in her room only for his reaction to be much better than you anticipated, hugged his daughter saying how happy he was to hear that
Still, sometimes he seemed to forget that the guy his daughter frequently brought around was her boyfriend because he kept referring to him as "ese amiguito tuyo" ("that little friend of yours")
Would make him do manual labor whenever your daughter brought her boyfriend around, Alejandro would ask him to help mow the lawn, or clean out the gutters with him, maybe help him finish building something and meanwhile they would have casual conversation
Overall, the boyfriend grew on Alejandro more and more that at this point he was considered a son and part of the family
۶ৎ Rudy...
He is very close with his daughter and has constantly been there for her in moments when she was a vulnerable teen, and he showered her with love and praise when she achieved her goals and accomplishments, he never had a reason to show hostility when she came home from college announcing that she had been in a relationship for a few months and wanted to introduce her boyfriend
Rudy couldn't help but feel just a little worried but he tried his best to keep those doubts hidden as to not come off as unwelcoming or controlling when he shook the hand of the man who had swept his daughter off her feet
I think Rudy was more worried about how he was acting in front of them that he even asked if he was balanced in his thoughts, you had to remind him that it was normal to worry about who your children chose to date, you had spent years raising and protecting them after all, but the fact that he was conscious of this proved how even now he put his daughter's wishes ahead of his own worries
He treated his daughter's boyfriend like a second son and always reminded his daughter how proud he was of her, he wished her all the happiness in the world in this new chapter of her life, it reminded him of when you and him started dating <3
۶ৎ Phillip Graves...
Who could be worthy of dating his daughter? The daughter of a commander? He had given her everything she wished for and more, was his daughter so sure she wanted to date so soon? Not that he was against it, he just sort of had high expectations
Phillip would have preferred if it had been someone he already knew, maybe one of his Shadow's children who were around the same age as his daughter, because then he already knew their family, etc...
But this introduction of someone new had him alert, he was ready to do anything in favor of his daughter if they made her upset, turns out he had nothing to worry about because his daughter was dating a nerd, what her boyfriend lacked in social skills he excelled in academics and personality, not to say he treated her like Phillip had always accustomed his daughter to being treated
The same delicate attention and sincerity, Phillip liked that right away and was always asking his daughter when she'd invite her boyfriend over again
Next thing you knew, Phillip would gladly tell anyone willing to listen how his daughter was not only the best daughter he had but he now also had a great future son-in-law
۶ৎ Makarov...
Uhmm, he would be VERY well informed of any guy that would show interest in his daughter, probably senses it before the daughter even develops strong feelings for the interested guy
He has his ways of finding out everything on the guy, his background, family, financial status, his connections... everything, and imagine the reaction of his daughter when she finds out what her dad's been up to in his free time, she would freak out and demand for him to stop
They argue nonstop for hours, going back and forth until finally they make a deal, he stops "stalking" her boyfriend if she agrees to introduce the boyfriend to Makarov soon, they both agree and a date and time is set
You're with Makarov at the restaurant they agreed to meet up, and you're reminding Makarov to be reasonable while you wait for your daughter and her boyfriend to arrive
Makarov is looking down, fiddling with the eating utensils on the table as he breathes through his nose, you think he's too mad to respond to you but he gives in and nods, you smile and press a tender kiss to his cheek which seems to lighten his face up, a smile appearing on his lips
But that smile quickly disappears when he looks up to meet his daughter's boyfriend, this will be a long evening for him...
۶ৎ Keegan...
Keegan thinks that the young man who's knocking on your front door is a salesman or someone coming to offer their services, he's dressed sort of nice so Keegan is kind in turning him away, "Sorry, Kid. I'm not buying anything you've come to sell" and he's about to close the door when his daughter comes quickly, "Dad! That's my boyfriend"
Boyfriend? "Since when-" And he's left standing there, dumbfounded as you come to the rescue and welcome the boy in, you have to nudge Keegan with your elbow to remind him to be polite
He used to always say he'd come out with a gun to run off any guy who tried to bother his daughter but this caught him completely off guard, Keegan ends up not being able to find anything offensive or rude about his daughter's boyfriend to use against him so he has to come to terms with the fact that he's fine with it and lets them be
Your daughter secretly knew this which is why she wasn't as worried when inviting her boyfriend over, didn't tell Keegan and only let you know because she knew he'd take it better if he wasn't expecting anyone
۶ৎ König...
"Is it not too young-" You stop him there before he can say anything more, your daughter had just interrupted you reading and König just so happened to be around to hear when your daughter mentioned a guy
He doesn't understand that some start dating in their teens or as young adults because he never really gave it much thought when he was that age, he assumed everyone else was like that
He doesn't know how to react when there's a guy just there, suddenly and shaking his hand, König is too immersed in his thoughts to notice how nervous the guy is as he looks up at the intimidating height of König, he could easily be snapped in half, and he thought he was tall...
Your daughter's boyfriend also isn't used to how silent König gets sometimes, so he's sitting there worried and shaking thinking he said or did something wrong for his girlfriend's father to just be dead silent, not directing a word to him but instead muttering under his breath
König is just trying to think of what to ask, because in situations like these he needs to find out stuff about his daughter's boyfriend, right?
۶ৎ Horangi...
This man is not taking it seriously, at all, now is not the time to bring up an old video he had taken when his daughter was five years old saying how she wasn't ever going to marry or like a boy
He's clowning her with his video he somehow still had saved while your daughter just sits there like -_-, you have to try and convince him to put the phone away before the waiter at the restaurant you're at comes over to ask him to leave for disrupting the other customers
He unintentionally interrupts their dates or when they're having a moment by calling his daughter on her phone or if they're at your house he comes around to the living room to watch tv even though they were trying to have a conversation in that room
So you have to constantly keep him distracted and occupied or else he'll want to go join his daughter and her boyfriend because he thinks whatever they're doing is a lot more fun and he thinks it's back like when his daughter was a little girl and was always inviting him to play games together
۶ৎ Nikto...
While he couldn't ever be bothered to pay attention at the dinner table when his daughter mentioned having a new crush at school, Nikto became a lot more serious when your daughter brought over a guy for dinner, who is this boy and what's he doing sitting and eating in his house?
He's confused to see the that who his daughter spent evenings talking to on the phone is this ordinary guy eating beside him, Nikto looks over to you and notices how attentive you are to everything the boy is saying, you smile and nod endlessly and he wonders if he should be doing the same
But with the scar on his lip it's hard to make it seem as pleasant as yours, he focuses on just listening and eating in silence, once the boy leaves he asks who that was, a partner his daughter brought to work on something school related? "No, Nikto. That's her boyfriend" HER WHAT-
Suddenly, he wishes he would have tuned in a little sooner when he had noticed the boy, Nikto simply turns to your daughter, "Does he treat you well?" She meekly answers yes and Nikto shrugs, "No problems, we're good" and he leaves for his nap
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Hi hi!! Can I request a yan! Jing yuan with an assistant reader? Like manipulative Yuanie. Thinking about how he’ll have one of the people who are your colleagues overload you with work so he can swoop in and save you like he was your “knight in shining armor”. Having you fill out lots of paperwork so you’ll have to work overtime and stay with him more is definitely something he’d do!
I think yan! Jing yuan would also take you out on ‘business dinners’ as he’d like to call it. 🤭🤭
I also wanted to ask do you take nsfw requests? Or maybe you can make a rules list too please!
Mwah ❤️ I hope you have a good day!!!
Yandere!Jing Yuan x Assistant!Reader
The workload had been suffocating lately. Stacks upon stacks of paperwork found their way onto your desk, each page demanding your immediate attention. Your fingers ached from gripping the brush for too long, eyes burning as you struggled to keep up. It didn’t make sense how your responsibilities had doubled out of nowhere.
"Ah, still working?" A familiar voice interrupted your thoughts.
Jing Yuan leaned against the doorway of your office, golden eyes filled with amusement as he took in the sight of your disheveled state.
"You're overworking yourself" he chided, stepping in. "That’s no good. If you collapse, who will assist me?"
You let out a tired sigh, rubbing your temples. "I don’t have a choice. These reports need to be done before the deadline."
Jing Yuan hummed thoughtfully, gaze flickering over the piles of documents. "Strange. I was under the impression that some of these tasks weren’t meant for you…"
His voice was light, almost casual, but something about it made your skin prickle. Before you could respond, he reached out, plucking a report from the top of the stack.
"Ah, this one" he mused, flipping through the pages. "This should have been handled by your colleague. How peculiar."
Your brows furrowed. Had you really been doing work that wasn’t meant for you? It made sense now—why everything had felt overwhelming lately.
Jing Yuan sighed dramatically, setting the papers aside. "It seems someone has been overloading you, either by accident… or design." He tilted his head, white strands of hair slipping over his shoulder as he offered a sympathetic smile. "I’ll have to look into this."
"For now" he continued, "why don’t you take a break? Stay a little longer with me. I was just about to have dinner—perhaps you’d care to join me? Consider it a business dinner, of course."
You shook your head, exhaustion pressing down on your shoulders. "I appreciate the offer, General, but I can’t. I still have work to finish."
Jing Yuan’s golden eyes flickered with something unreadable before he let out a soft chuckle. "Ah, such diligence. It’s admirable, really." He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. "But overworking yourself won’t earn you any favors, you know."
Still, you refused to budge. "I’ll manage."
Jing Yuan sighed, feigning defeat. "Very well, if you insist." He straightened, a small smile playing on his lips. "At least allow me to lend a hand. I can ease some of your burdens—"
"No."
The word left your lips firmer than expected. His smile didn’t falter, but there was a flicker of something in his gaze, something unreadable yet sharp.
You didn’t give him a chance to press further. With a quick bow, you excused yourself, diving back into your work before he could weave his words around you again.
By the time you finished, the lights are already on. The cool night air biting against your skin. You exhaled, finally free from the suffocating weight of paperwork.
Or so you thought.
Jing Yuan was leaning against one of the pillars near the entrance, arms crossed in an almost lazy manner.
"You’re late" he murmured, pushing himself off the pillar. "I was beginning to worry."
"General? What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing. Working until this hour—alone, no less? That’s hardly safe."
"I can take care of myself. How old do you think I am?"
Jing Yuan tilted his head, his amusement growing. "I don’t doubt that. But even the strongest warriors aren’t invincible." He stepped closer. "If you had accepted my help earlier, I wouldn’t have had to wait for you like this."
"You—waited for me?"
Jing Yuan let out a soft hum. "Of course. What kind of superior would I be if I let my hardworking assistant wander home alone at such an ungodly hour?"
His logic was twisted, you knew that. But the way he said it, the way his voice dripped with gentle concern, made it difficult to argue.
"Come," he said, placing a hand on your back, guiding you forward. "I’ll escort you home."
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The moment you stepped into your office, dread settled deep in your stomach.
More paperwork. MORE PAPERWORK?
The stacks had doubled—no, tripled overnight. Piles upon piles of documents sat on your desk, some even spilling onto the floor. It was impossible. There was no way this much work had suddenly appeared unless…
Your mind flickered back to the conversation from yesterday. Jing Yuan’s words echoed in your head.
"It seems someone has been overloading you, either by accident… or design."
A sinking feeling settled in your chest, but you shook it off. You didn’t have time to dwell on suspicions, not when you were buried under all this.
You spent the morning frantically working, but no matter how fast you went, the papers never seemed to end. By midday, your exhaustion became unbearable. Your pride screamed at you to push through, to handle it yourself, but reality was much crueler.
You needed help.
And you knew exactly who to ask.
Reluctantly, you made your way to Jing Yuan’s office, fingers curling into the fabric of your sleeves. The guards outside barely spared you a glance before letting you in.
Inside, Jing Yuan lounged comfortably behind his desk, golden eyes lifting lazily as you entered. His lips curled into a knowing smile.
"Ah, what a pleasant surprise" he mused. "To what do I owe the honor?"
You hesitated. Even without looking at him, you could feel his gaze, sharp and expectant.
Taking a small breath, you finally spoke, voice quieter than intended.
"I… need help."
The silence stretched between you for a moment, thick with something you couldn’t quite place. Then, Jing Yuan chuckled.
"My, my," he drawled, resting his chin against his palm. "So even my diligent assistant has limits. How adorable."
Your face burned, and you instinctively looked away.
"I would never abandon a subordinate in need," he said smoothly while walking over to you. "But…"
You tensed as he stopped just inches away from you, his presence overwhelming.
"I have one condition."
You swallowed. "What is it?"
He smiled. "You’ll sit near me while we work. That’s all."
That was… it? No outrageous demand, no unreasonable request?
Sensing your hesitation, Jing Yuan leaned in ever so slightly, his voice a soft murmur. "Surely, that’s not too much to ask?"
You bit your lip before reluctantly nodding. "...Alright."
Jing Yuan’s smile widened. "Good."
Without another word, he led you to his desk, gesturing toward the seat beside his. The placement left little space between you, the close proximity forcing you to feel the warmth of his presence.
"Now," he said, handing you a brush, his fingers grazing yours for just a moment too long. "Let’s begin, shall we?"
As you dipped the brush into the ink, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had fallen right into his trap.
The quiet scratching of brushes against paper filled the office, the occasional rustling of documents the only other sound. You sat stiffly beside Jing Yuan, fully aware of his presence as he worked leisurely beside you.
It wasn’t just the closeness that unsettled you—it was the way his eyes would flicker to you every so often, studying you between strokes of his brush.
"You’re quite tense" Jing Yuan noted, voice laced with amusement.
You didn’t look up. "I’m just focusing."
"Hmm." He leaned back slightly, stretching. "I wonder… do I make you nervous?"
Your fingers twitched slightly around the brush, but you forced yourself to keep writing. "Of course not, General."
Jing Yuan chuckled, clearly entertained. "No need for such formalities. We’re spending so much time together—surely, you can call me Jing Yuan?"
You hesitated, but before you could think of a response, he smoothly shifted the subject.
"I must say," he mused, "this is quite an improvement. If I had known all it took to keep you close was a bit of extra work, I would have arranged this much sooner."
You turned to him, only to be met with his usual easy-going smile.
"Just a joke," he reassured lightly. "Unless… you’d rather I keep you overworked? I could make sure you need my help every day."
There it was again. That subtle pressure wrapped in velvet words.
You swallowed hard and forced a polite chuckle. "That won’t be necessary."
Jing Yuan exhaled as if disappointed. "Pity."
Hours passed, and despite his slow, deliberate pace, he finished his portion faster than you. He hummed, watching you struggle to keep up.
"You’re still working?" he asked, feigning concern. "You really should take a break."
"I can’t afford to. There’s still too much left."
Jing Yuan hummed in thought. Then, as if struck by an idea, he leaned in slightly, his voice a near whisper.
"How about this?" His tone was warm, coaxing. "I’ll help you again tomorrow… but only if you have dinner with me afterward."
"You deserve a meal after working so hard," he continued, resting his chin on his palm. "And it’d be nice, wouldn’t it? Just the two of us, away from all these dreadful reports?"
It sounded harmless enough.
Reluctantly, you nodded. "Alright."
Jing Yuan smiled, pleased.
"Good" he murmured. "Then it’s a promise."
The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, casting the Xianzhou Luofu in a soft, warm glow. Lanterns flickered to life as you walked beside Jing Yuan, your exhaustion weighing heavily on your shoulders. He had insisted on walking with you, his usual lazy smile in place, but there was an unmistakable satisfaction in his gaze.
You had been too drained to argue.
The restaurant he chose was far from the usual places where officials gathered for formal meetings. It was intimate, the kind of place that felt too personal for just work.
"You didn’t have to pick somewhere this… refined" you murmured, hesitant as you stepped inside.
Jing Yuan chuckled. "Nonsense. You deserve a proper meal after all your hard work." He guided you to a private table tucked away from prying eyes, his hand lingering just a second too long against your back.
As you sat down, a waiter arrived almost instantly, as if they had been expecting you.
"Order whatever you like," Jing Yuan encouraged, waving a hand dismissively. "Consider it a reward for your dedication."
You hesitated before cautiously selecting something modest. The last thing you wanted was to feel indebted.
Jing Yuan, on the other hand, ordered without restraint.
"You know" he mused, "I admire your work ethic, but I do wonder—do you ever take time for yourself?"
"I don’t have much choice. The workload has been… demanding."
His golden eyes glinted. "Ah, yes. It seems someone keeps piling too much on you, doesn’t it?"
You glanced at him suspiciously, but he merely took a sip of his wine, his expression unreadable.
"It’s a shame" he continued, "how easily people take advantage of you. Always so responsible, so eager to prove yourself… It makes you an easy target."
His words struck a nerve—not because they were wrong, but because he was speaking as if he weren’t the very person orchestrating your exhaustion.
"You make it sound like I’m helpless" you muttered.
Jing Yuan let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "Not at all. You’re quite capable… But even the strongest warriors need someone to protect them sometimes."
There it was again. That gentle, insistent push—reminding you that he was the only one who truly saw you, the only one who cared enough to step in.
Your meal arrived, breaking the tension momentarily. You focused on eating, but Jing Yuan never stopped watching, his gaze following every small movement you made.
"You should eat more" he remarked at one point, nudging a dish toward you. "You push yourself too hard. It worries me."
"This is just a business dinner" you reminded him, almost as if you were reminding yourself.
"Of course," he agreed easily. "Just business."
But the way he poured you another drink, the way his fingers brushed against yours with each small gesture, told you otherwise.
Jing Yuan was in no rush to leave, drawing out the meal with casual conversation and idle remarks about work, yet every topic always circled back to you.
"You should rest more." "You work too hard." "It must be exhausting, always carrying everything on your shoulders."
His voice was gentle, warm, the perfect balance of concern and admiration.
“I should head home” you finally said, setting your chopsticks down. “It’s getting late.”
Jing Yuan tilted his head slightly, his golden eyes studying you in silence. Then, he sighed dramatically, leaning back in his chair.
"I suppose you’re right" he said, sounding almost disappointed. "I wouldn’t want to keep you from your much-needed rest."
Relief flooded you—until he added, “I’ll escort you.”
You tensed. “That’s really not necessary...”
"I insist."
You swallowed your protest, knowing that arguing would only drag this out longer. With a quiet nod, you allowed him to walk you home. The city was quiet at this hour, save for the occasional passerby. Yet somehow, despite the openness of it all, you felt cornered.
Jing Yuan didn’t speak much, but the silence between you was anything but comfortable. When you finally arrived at your door, you turned to him quickly, hoping to end the night before he could push further. "Thank you for the dinner, General."
Jing Yuan smiled. "No need to be so formal. After all," he reached out, lightly brushing his fingers against the back of your hand, "we're much closer now, aren’t we?"
Your breath caught in your throat, but before you could step back, he withdrew his hand with a chuckle.
"Rest well, I'll see you at work tomorrow."
With that, he turned and walked away, his figure slowly disappearing into the night.
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Jing Yuan had been in a good mood that morning.
You had shyly asked for his help, relied on him, and even allowed him to walk you home. His patience was paying off, you were already beginning to lean on him, just as he had planned.
So when he strolled into the office, humming softly to himself, he expected to find you waiting for him, as usual.
Instead, what he saw made his easygoing expression freeze.
There you were, standing beside another officer, chatting casually as if the exhaustion from yesterday had never existed.
Jing Yuan’s sharp eyes immediately honed in on the scene—on the way you nodded, the small laugh you let out at something the officer said.
That wasn’t part of the plan.
The lazy, pleased expression he had worn all morning dulled into something unreadable.
Slowly, he stepped forward, his presence casting a long shadow as he approached.
Your conversation stalled the moment you noticed him. The officer beside you stiffened, standing at attention.
"Ah, General!" the officer greeted with forced politeness. "Good morning."
Jing Yuan’s golden eyes didn’t even acknowledge him. Instead, they remained on you.
"Good morning," he said pleasantly, but there was no warmth in his voice. "I hope I’m not… interrupting anything important?"
"No, we were just talking about-"
"Ah, I see," Jing Yuan interrupted "And here I thought you had your hands full with work."
The officer looked between the two of you, sensing the tension. "I should get going" he mumbled quickly before excusing himself.
"Was something wrong?"
Jing Yuan chuckled, shaking his head. "Not at all," he said lightly, stepping closer. "I just found it surprising."
"Surprising?"
"That you still have the energy to entertain idle chatter… after all that work."
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Jing Yuan placed a hand on your shoulder—gentle, yet firm enough to root you in place.
"Come now" he murmured, voice as smooth as silk. "There’s still plenty to do, isn’t there?"
In that moment, you understood—he wasn’t pleased.
And he wouldn’t let this slide.
The tension from the morning never fully left.
Jing Yuan acted as if nothing had happened, his usual lazy smile in place, his voice carrying the same smooth, amused tone.
But you could feel it.
The real punishment began soon after.
It started subtly.
Your workload, already overwhelming, suddenly doubled.
Requests that would usually be divided among the other assistants somehow all ended up on your desk. Forms, reports, urgent documents—all requiring immediate attention, all piling up at an alarming rate.
By noon, you could barely breathe under the pressure.
Still, you pushed through, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you struggle.
But just as you were starting to make progress, Jing Yuan’s voice interrupted your focus.
"Ah, this one’s incorrect." he mused, holding up a form you had completed earlier.
You blinked, frowning. "But I—"
"Fix it for me, won’t you?" he cut in smoothly, placing it back on your desk.
You stared at the document, confusion creeping in. You were certain you had filled it out correctly. But when you reached for another, you saw that the one you had submitted before, the one he himself had approved, was suddenly filled with minor errors.
Mistakes that hadn’t been there before.
Had he… altered them?
Before you could question it, he spoke again, his tone light and teasing.
"It’s unlike you to be so careless" he mused, resting his chin on his hand as he watched you. "Are you perhaps… distracted?"
He was toying with you.
And yet, what could you say?
Accusing him directly would only backfire.
So, you swallowed your frustration and forced yourself to keep working.
By the time evening arrived, exhaustion clung to you like a second skin. You could barely think straight, your hands aching from the relentless writing. Just as you were about to gather your things to leave, a shadow fell over your desk. Jing Yuan.
"You’ve worked so hard today" he said, his voice like silk. "Why don’t I treat you to dinner again?"
Your body screamed for rest, but you knew—this wasn’t an invitation.
It was a test.
And you already knew what happened to those who disappointed him.
So, with a quiet nod, you accepted.
And just like that, he won again.
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I think I'll update some rules if I have time.
For now, I don't receive NSFW content, it's a bit challenging for me in that field. :3 I rather focus on what I'm capable of doing rather than accepting all requests and giving you unwanted results.
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Omg, I read and reread your fitness influencer x chubby cooking influencer like five or six times already! Would you consider writing more parts to it, please?
Omg i would love to, lemme cook for a sec sksksk
CW: chubby fem cooking influencer reader x fitness influencer fave, fluff, smut, mentions of internet trolls being mean, not proofread i am sorry sksksk
So, chubby cooking influencer reader and fitness influencer
A match made in heaven tbh sksksk
But it's very normal at first! Like i said in my original post, reader and fitness influencer (i.e. your fave) just start the relationship with simple conversation
Your likes, dislikes, hobbies, interests, you chat about it all on social media!
His instagram has a lot of tagged photos of your recipes that he tries, as well as photos of him at the gym
His youtube is mostly vlogs of his days as an influencer and workouts and all that
He's always very good about tagging you, even if he just mentions your channel in passing, he's tagging you in the description AND comments
And you always thank him in his dms for tagging you
He starts expecting it now, seeing your notification and it brightens his day
He plays it cool tho, always thanking you in return and asking how your day is going
Which of course leads to conversations about other things (what did you do today, what did you eat, what are you up to)
He likes you, he really likes you
But he tries to be suave, just being nice at first, but he's always thinking of you tbh
At the gym, at home, when he's eating, in the shower, in bed 😏
He ends up jerking off to you quite a bit, though he won't admit it, he's too shy for that sksksk
He does ask about the general area you live in and gets excited when he finds out how close you are
Takes a lot of guts but he ends up asking you on a date, offering to pay for a nice meal and a movie if you want
Does a fist bump and jump when you accept sksksk
He dresses nice for your date, opting to wear dress pants and a tight button up shirt to show off his muscles
BUT YOU?? OMG YOU LOOK SO CUTE
You've got on a yellow sundress with flowers and white heels and a sun hat and he is just UGH so obsessed with you
Date goes well. He's happy to see you eating freely and without a care about how he may think, plus you get dessert and you lick cream off your lips and he has to excuse himself to go to the bathroom and calm himself down bc he got a boner 😔
Before the date ends, he asks you if you two can do this again, and you turn bashful
"You really want to hang out with me again??" you ask with big doe eyes
"Of course I do. I wanna date you, Y/N. And fuck you the way you deserve"
....is what he wishes he said sksksk
But instead he just nods, screaming inside bc you are honestly just so precious
You go on a second date, and a third, and a fourth and a fifth and honestly he is getting a little frustrated bc you have not even tried to hold his hand yet
He tried making the first move, but you're always just out of reach, just a little too far away from him to do anything
He agonizes over it a little bit, asking his gym bros what he should do
"Maybe she's just not into you dude"
"Just grab her and kiss her dude"
"I don't know man, i like men, not women"
They're no help tbh sksksk
He just decides to ask you on your next date and figure out why you won't initiate things with him
When he asks you, your eyes go wide and he thinks that if you could blush, your whole body would turn red
"What?! This whole time we've been going on dates?! I thought you just liked food as much as me and wanted to share it!"
He feels like he's gonna bang his head against a wall sksksk
TO BE FAIR! When he asks you out, he always refers to it as "hanging out" so you can't be blamed for getting confused
You decide to sit down with some ice cream and talk about how you both feel
He admits that he's been crushing on you for a while before you met and that he wanted to date you
You shyly admit that you find him very attractive but thought he was out of your league so you never considered that he could have feelings for you he's gonna crack his head open on the pavement omg sksksk
He reassures you that he genuinely likes you and is attracted to you and wants to have a romantic relationship with you
It's hard for you to believe, he's just so handsome and big and strong, is this real life or a dream??
You decide to let him prove it to you with more dates uwu
You start getting closer to him, letting him put his arm around around you, holding your hand
You're very anxious when he tries to kiss you, but once it happens it feels like fireworks are going off in your brain
You really like kissing him, just because he's always so gentle and he's so close and he's warm
You really, really like him 🥺
But don't worry sweet love, he likes you just as much if not more sksksk
He's so obsessed with you it's honestly kind of silly sksksk
He thinks about you all the time! And he wants to be with you all the time! He feels like he's gonna explode every time you show up to a date in a cute outfit!
He wants to make the relationship official and exclusive, so he asks to make a vlog with you
You agree! Not only do you think it would be good traction for your channel, but it would be nice to spend the day with him :)
You both bring your cameras on the day of the vlog!
You start by getting breakfast, showing off your coffees
He gets annoyed that you JUST have a coffee, but you swear it fills you up and he lets it slide as long as you eat a good lunch
Then you go to the gym together! You just hang out on the treadmill while he does his weight lifting
Tbh he's very distracted by your outfit, your leggings make your ass look so fucking good, and he would've been fucked if he didn't have a spotter
Then you go to lunch and you gush about the food and the restaurant and he's infatuated with you 💕
You turn the camera towards him and he's just got a lovesick look on his face
Then you go to a movie and then you go to his apartment for dinner!
You cook dinner together, making a meal that the both of you can enjoy, one that is nutritious AND delicious
You finish the vlog by showing off your finished plates and talking about what a fun day you had :)
You're ready to pack up your stuff and go home, but he asks if you'd like to stay and hang out a bit more
You oblige. You're dating now so it makes sense for yall to spend more time together
You decide to cuddle up and watch a movie, but 20 minutes in, you guys are making out on his couch sksksk
Things get hot and heavy pretty quick, and now his hand is going up your shirt and he's squeezing your waist and you start getting shy 😔
Does he really want you? Is he really interested in you? Is he sure that he wants you and your body?
But then your leg moves and rubs against his crotch and good lordy you can feel his boner 😳
Ok, goodbye insecurities, he's def into you and you're gonna get your man 😏
You go to the bedroom, undress, and oh boy he is enamored by you
Your breasts, your thighs, your BELLY?? You're gorg and he's obsessed
But he's not the only one drooling sksksk has he seen himself lately? He's sculpted like a god, you can't believe you scored a guy like him
AND NOT TO MENTION HIS COCK SKSKSK like that thing is long and thick, you're genuinely wondering if it's gonna fot
The two of you spend a good five minutes just staring at each other and complimenting each others' physiques
Eventually you get to the sex part sksksk but there's a lot of praise along the way
He's so cute the way he kisses down your body and spreads your legs and nuzzles into your mound
He's not too bad at giving head. You have to give him a little direction but he gets the hang of it and makes you cum
You admit that you're a little scared of sucking his dick so he doesn't make you, you just go to the main event
You're not sure if you should let him hit it raw but you're too impatient to let him get a condom, you're on birth control and you need that dick NOW
He slides in very easily, you are unbelievably wet and oh my god, if he doesn't focus then he'll cum so easily
He fits inside you so well, filling you up just right without any pain
It's such a good fit, his cock feels soooooo good inside you
And then he starts thrusting and all bets are off
The sex is so fucking good, oh my GOD
He just keeps hitting your sweet spots and rubbing your clit and oh god you're cumming already
Your cunt squeezes him so deliciously and you're so pretty and cute when you cum and holy fuck the noises you make are just sinful and he needs to slow down bc if he doesnt he's not gonna last long
He makes you cum three times before he pulls out and cums all over your tummy
Thinks you look so cute covered in his cum 🥴
He ends up cleaning you off with his tongue which just makes you needy again and you ask him oh so sweetly if he can fuck you one more time and whoops now his cock is hard again, guess he's gotta fuck you 🤷♀️
You guys go at it all night, eventually showering and going to bed around 4am
Of course you sleep over, ain't no way in hell he's letting you leave after all that
You sleep in together and when you wake up he makes you breakfast 🥺💕
He uploads his vlog after editing it the next day, and you upload yours
Your comments are very sweet at first, congratulating you on your new relationship with this other influencer
But then they turn mean :( people start to say that you're not good enough for him, why is he even with you, he should be with this other fitness influencer instead :(
He is pissed. His fans are attacking you on your page 😡
He makes a video the next day and posts it where he explains that he loves you and is happy with you and that until the hate comments stop, he will not be posting on his page
He helps you delete and mute and block and filter comments and users
He's very upset about this entire experience
"I guess you don't want to be with me anymore, huh?" you ask
He's offended and hurt!
"Why would you say that?"
"Well, you saw what they said. Maybe you should be with someone better..."
"What are you talking about? I love you, Y/N. You're perfect for me and I don't want anyone else. Do you just not want to be with me?"
"No! I do! I just... worry that I'm not good enough for you..."
He grabs your hands and makes you look at him
"Y/N, you are perfect to me. I couldn't ask for anyone better. I love you and I want to be with you. Please don't let these trolls dictate your life."
You're still hurt by the comments, but your feelings for him overpower the negative things you're feeling
You keep dating, and as time goes on, you care less and less about the comments that were made about your relationship
You continue with your channel and vlogs with him and enjoy your life
You still get backlash every now and then from obsessed friends, but when that happens, you just turn your computer off and go on about your day
Negativity can really affect your life, but he's always there to cheer you up and fuck you stupid so you forget all those mean comments sksksk
You become the "it" couple in the fitness and cooking communities, everyone thinks you're so so cute together and such a good match, so fuck those online trolls! Your cooking besties and his gym bros love you two together and that's all that matters 💕
I imagine he proposes after a year of dating, not wanting to waste any more time without you
He proposes at your favorite restaurant, but you say no :(
To be fair, your reasons are justified. You guys have rarely had arguments, you haven't gone through many trials in your life, you don't even live together! How can you be sure that he's the one when you haven't truly struggled with him yet?
He understands, although he's diappointed 😔
On the bright side, you suggest moving in to an apartment together once your leases are up! And he's very happy about that :)
You guys adopt some kitty cats after you move in together! You adopt two kittens from the same litter and you love them so so much, they often appear in your vlogs and sometimes you do cat reviews like on cat trees and toys and stuff
He encourages you to go to the gym for health reasons, but he doesn't push it. He just wants you to take care of yourself so you can be around for as long as possible 💕
He's gained a little bit of pudge! He's still strong as hell, but he's got a little layer of fat over some of his muscles like his abs, he's just not as sculpted now
It's bc he can't resist your food sksksk
But you're still very attracted to him so he doesn't care so much
Overall, beautiful love story, match made in heaven 💕
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Realizing I also want to keep track of the songs Apollo mentions, so I'm gonna go back real quick and mention "You Send Me" by Sam Cooke, released in 1957, which he mentioned in chapter 2, and "Rise to the Sun" by Alabama Shakes, released in 2012, which he mentions in the opening of chapter 10. Listened to them both, and honestly, they're both great songs! And Rise to the Sun actually fits Apollo really well, I was genuinely surprised.
Going back also makes me realize that Apollo was going to sing an honest to god love song to stop Cade and Mikey. That image will stay with me for years, I think.
Rhea is described as dressing like a "Libyan queen of old" which is interesting, bc I couldn't find any reference to Rhea being an important figure during the period where Ancient Greece had footholds in the region. What's interesting though, is that Apollo definitely was. One of the two cities Greeks established in Libya was Cyrene, and some myths even call the native Libyans the founders of both Delos and Delphi. So like, I have no idea where Rick got the idea of Rhea being connected to Libya, but it helped me learn new things, so that's cool!
Another anecdote: When Apollo drives the sun chariot as a bus, Hermes always sits in the back, because that's where troublemakers sit.
The way Apollo describes his physical state, I'm convinced he's just constantly in excruciating pain. Like, all he does is get off the cot in the Apollo cabin, and he says that his "eyes felt as if they were being microwaved in their sockets." Bestie, what? Are you dying, wtf lmao?
Anecdote: Apollo once attempted target practice in Zeus' throne room. That feels like it might have been a more pointed thing.
Apollo sees Nero in his dreams for the first time in chapter 10, but he doesn't recognize him yet. He spends the rest of the chapter simply referring to him as "The man in the purple suit", "The ugly mauve-suited man", and simply "the ugly man" King behavior, honestly.
I know I made a post about it a while ago, but I still can't get over Apollo's outrageous claim of 33 mortal girlfriends and 11 mortal boyfriends. He has past that in Ancient Greek lovers alone lmao.
Rick does a really good job of writing these long flowing internal monologues for Apollo, only to cut them off with a short sentence that both allows for an easy transition out of Apollo's head and back to the action of the scene, but also simulates Apollo getting distracted in his own ramblings and then abruptly coming back to reality. Like, he goes on for three paragraphs about Nico and will, and then his past loves, and then his embarrassment over sharing his love for Hyacinthus and Daphne, only to end it all off with the short line "I am so confused." and then we're right back into the scene. It's a really great comedic bit, and it does wonders for Lester's characterization. (Also my god does Lester read so much like he has ADHD. Almost more than Percy to me, but then I think Lester's flavor of ADHD is much more similar to my own than Percy's is)
Anecdote: Apollo cosplayed Rocky at midnight showings of Rocky Horror Picture Show. Queen.
Apollo mentions that he filmed the orientation film on "a tight budget in the 1950's" which like, why? Maybe it's mentioned in the supplemental books somewhere, but why would a god ever be put on a budget for something lmao?
"Had I been a god, I would have turned her into a blue-belly lizard and released her into the wilderness never to be seen again. The thought soothed me." One, Apollo she is twelve dear god. Two, I love this as a character moment for Apollo (Stay with me here). Apollo comes from a culture that is so focused on strength and power and violence. The moment he loses control of a situation, he grasps for any way to get power back into his hands. And in these moments, his way of giving himself power is by reassuring himself that he could totally murder everyone here if he wanted to. Killing people is a way to assert control, it's a way that Zeus and the other gods assert control all the time. And there's an implication with Apollo using these lines too. By asserting that he can kill people, it's also an assertion that the people he is threatening cannot kill him. Idk it's just a very interesting way of coping.
Real quick fun fact! Lester describes the Oracle of Delphi in Greece as a "cavern filled with volcanic fumes" but that's not actually 100% correct. The oracle of Delphi in Ancient Greece was actually in the Temple of Apollo, with descriptions from ancient scholars putting her either in the cella or in an adyton that was below the main temple. There was a opening in the ground in this chamber, but it certainly wasn't a cave. Furthermore, the whole idea of Apollo fighting Python in a cave? From what I can tell, this is also not based in myth! Most descriptions of the fight between Apollo and Python that I can find in myth describe Python being coiled around the mountains of the Parnassus range, which is a terrifying image honestly. Just find it interesting that none of the cave stuff is actually a part of the Delphic Oracle. I mean, from what I can tell, the nearest mythologically important cave is the Corycian cave, which has nothing to do with the oracle and is also like a 45 minute drive away from Delphi.
I usually try to read three chapters before rb'ing, but I had so many notes on these two that I'm gonna cut it off here. Also, this has kind of just become pointing out shit I find interesting instead of focusing specifically on Lester-isms, but I'm def still gonna point those out, so the tag will stay. I just have so much to say about my little blorbo, sorry guys.
I think I'm gonna make a reblog chian of all the little phrases and Apollo uses throughout ToA, now that I'm rereading it. Bc like, he has such a unique way of speaking, and I really wanna dig into it, you know? Ok let's start.
He says "heavens help me" instead of "heaven help me" using the plural the same way demigods do with "oh my gods". I'm guessing this is an acknowledgment of other pantheons? Or I'm looking too far into it, I've just never heard this phrase with a plural "heavens" before.
He calls Cade and Mikey "Ruffians" . And he makes fun of the arrow for being Shakespearean.
He also refers to people as "Mortals" a lot here, which I remembered him doing, but now I want to keep track and see if he keeps that up throughout all the books, or if it peters out near the end.
"I thought how amusing it would be if I could make the snake tattoos around his neck come alive and strangle him to death" I honestly love how violent Apollo's thoughts can be sometimes. Like, you can tell he's someone who has done shit like this before.
I also want to keep track of all the little anecdotes Apollo brings up, so we'll start with the guitar contest against Chuck Berry in 1957, which apparently ended with him getting repeatedly stomped on.
"But something told me this was not she" II love how it's the little things that really get across how old Apollo is. Rick could've easily just said "It wasn't her" or something, but instead he had Apollo phrase this in a way that is far more formal, and more reminiscent of the grammatical patterns of old english. Idk it's just really cool.
(Side note that's not connected to Apollo: Meg's glasses are black? I feel like I've been living a lie, I've been coloring them red for years lol)
God his metaphors are just so striking. Like, I can imagine the phrase "Whatever was left of my pride turned into ice water and trickled into my socks" but I don't want to, because that's such a visceral feeling. I like that Apollo inadvertently proving how poetic he is by making the reader as uncomfortable as possible.
I think I'm gonna start crying out "Horrors!" when I'm upset to. I think I deserve that level of drama.
ahh the classic "My blessings upon you!" Again, I love how every little line characterizes him. Either it's overly formal, like before, or subtly arrogant, like here, or both. It's so fun.
I need to write him saying "Sacred Sibyl!" more. Because that is such a fun little term. Rolls right off the tongue, honestly.
I think I'm gonna leave it there for now, but trust that I will definitely be adding more to this later. Bc Lester-speak is so fun to really look into.
#lester-isms#rb#trials of apollo#toa apollo#lester papadopoulos#meg mccaffrey#sunny speaks#long post#shut up sunny
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kpop idol! suguru geto thoughts
summary: basically saw fanart of suguru as a rockstar, thought to myself.. wait.. he'd look so good in a rockstar idol concept. so had to share my thoughts (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
warnings: suggestive? kissing, suguru touches reader's butt like once, female bodied reader.
wc: 1.5k
K-pop idol! Suguru, who is a few years your senior in the company under which you debuted as a member of a highly anticipated girl group.
K-pop idol! Suguru, who notices you among the members for the first time a couple of weeks after your debut, as his band comes to politely greet yours during a dance practice for your debut song in one of the training rooms.
K-pop idol! Suguru, who cannot take his eyes off you from the moment he first sees you—your cheeks flushed from the complicated moves you still haven’t quite mastered, your hair sticking cutely to your face. He stares for a tad too long and stutters a little when introducing himself, earning a playful nudge in the ribs from his bandmate, Satoru.
K-pop idol! Suguru, who catches the way your cheeks redden a little more as you introduce yourself to him, making your fellow bandmates giggle. They chime in, teasingly telling him how you’re such a big fan—that he’s been your bias for so long that he even inspired you to become an idol yourself.
K-pop idol! Suguru, known for his stoic personality on and off camera, now takes time out of his day to always greet you with a small smile or a polite hello, even going as far as striking up small conversations whenever your groups happen to bump into each other backstage. He almost relishes the way your eyes light up at his greetings, a satisfied smile on his lips as he watches your plump, Romand-glossed lips curl into a happy grin just from being acknowledged by him.
K-pop idol! Suguru, who is friends with Shoko—one of your bandmates from his trainee days—asks her if he can have your number. After explaining to her that you two have developed a friendship (and swearing that he’s not going to do anything shady [a/n: he’s such a sweetheart, he’d NEVER]), he finally sends you a small greeting. Introducing himself over text, he asks if it’s okay that he got your number from your team member. Lying in bed in his dorm room, he lets out a relieved sigh when you respond a little too quickly, reassuring him that it’s no problem and that you’re glad he wanted to get to know you better. He’s just grateful you don’t think he’s some kind of pervert.
K-pop idol! Suguru, who quickly falls into a routine of texting you all the time. It turns out that you have a lot in common—from liking the same fashion brands to having similar tastes in music, shows, movies, and even food. Though these are small similarities, they become significant to him. Coupled with your bright and cheery personality, the way you almost always use cute emoticons and kaomojis in your texts, and how you always make time to talk to him despite your packed schedule, Suguru finds himself falling fast and hard for you.
K-pop idol! Suguru, who finally asks you out after a solid few months of subtly flirting with you—sharing small but meaningful conversations in the fleeting moments two busy idols can manage. One day, while you’re alone in one of the large training rooms perfecting a few dance moves, he walks in. You start chatting as usual, but before he can stop himself, the words slip out: Will you be my girlfriend? His pale cheeks are dusted pink, and to his surprise, you say yes—blushing furiously yourself. His lips curl into a grin.
K-pop idol! Suguru, who makes sure to slip a small snack or two into your team’s fridge before you head on stage. He knows you lose your appetite due to nerves, so he makes sure you have something sweet or cold to eat or drink before every performance to help you cool off a little.
K-pop idol! Suguru, who, in his free time, is always planning out a new date—whether it’s sneaking you out of the dorms to grab food, wandering through quiet parts of the city with you at night, or getting you small gifts and trinkets whenever he can. Coincidentally, a fan catches him buying a small stuffed toy for you after a concert in Japan. The photograph goes viral on Twitter, sparking mass speculation over who Suguru Geto could possibly be buying a Cinnamoroll plush for—especially since his entire idol image is associated with being the cool and quiet member of his band.
K-pop idol! Suguru, who you now deeply adore and have grown incessantly attached to during your secret little relationship—one that no one knows about except for his bandmates and yours. At the end of each practice, he helps you sneak into his dorm room, the perks of being part of an established and successful group allowing him to upgrade from a shared dorm to a spacious room of his own.
K-pop idol! Suguru, who can’t get enough of your lips on his—most of your stolen moments of freedom in his room spent either making out on his bed or watching TikToks while snuggled in his embrace. The slow loll of his tongue against yours, once he has access to your mouth, almost always tastes like the Americanos he drinks daily, claiming they help him stay awake. You always retaliate with a worried, “Get enough sleep, or else I’m coming to your dorm at night to watch over you.” He’s met with a light slap to his thick bicep when he suggestively replies, “If you were here with me at night, I’d keep both of us awake.”
K-pop idol! Suguru, who, behind his phlegmatic and impassive idol image, is absolutely obsessed with touching you in any way possible. The man the world sees—the one who answers interview questions with an almost bored smirk, who seems effortlessly cool at fan meetings—is the same desperate man pulling you aside backstage, dragging you into some janitor’s closet behind the Inkigayo stairs just to press you against his toned body. One of his large hands cradles the back of your neck, careful not to muss the styled hair your stylist spent hours perfecting, while the other rests on the small of your back, pulling you closer as he kisses you languidly—ignoring your protests that you have to be on stage in ten minutes.
K-pop idol! Suguru, who smirks infuriatingly as he finally lets go of you—but not before giving your butt a small squeeze. He snickers when you complain that he’s completely ruined your lip combination. But, ever the perfect idol, Suguru smoothly pulls out the exact Romand tint you’re known to be an ambassador for from the pocket of his jeans, swiping it across your lips and retouching your makeup. You’re dumbfounded yet pleasantly surprised—not only that he knows your lip product lineup by heart but that he’s bought them himself to ensure you still look perfect after he’s had his way with you. Before slipping away, he makes sure the coast is clear, straightening out your slightly rumpled outfit, whispering a soft “Good luck” before you step on stage.
K-pop idol! Suguru, whose hair has always been a topic of conversation—the long, noir locks cascading down his back, more often than not styled in a half-up, half-down fashion adored by both fans and antis alike. Lately, fans have been noticing his tresses look healthier than ever, sparking endless speculation. Little do they know, he’s quietly ditched his usual shower products for yours—your feminine haircare routine working wonders for him.
K-pop idol! Suguru, who has been warmer, more inviting, and more smiley in interviews leading up to his group’s comeback. By now, rumors are flying everywhere—he definitely has a girlfriend! But despite all the speculation, there’s no proof. You and Suguru are far too good at being discreet. Yet even with the secrecy, he makes sure you never feel lonely, always carving out time for you—whether by calling, texting, or sneaking backstage before your concerts or events just to see you.
K-pop idol! Suguru, who stuns the world a few months later by hard launching your relationship on Instagram, finally done with keeping the love of his life a secret. You both agreed on this—knowing the hate was inevitable, but after seeing the false dating rumors about him and another idol circulating online, you decide it’s time to take control of the narrative. Your managers are a little mad at how recklessly he made the announcement, but surprisingly, the response is far more supportive than either of you expected.
K-pop idol! Suguru, whose most-liked and most-viewed clips are now all related to you—him gushing about you during lives, the giddy smiles you exchange during company-wide events, the soft glances caught on camera. You both break the internet when your very first Instagram post—after finally being allowed an account—is a picture of you two kissing during a date on your off day.
K-pop idol! Suguru, who loves you, and you love him. Safe to say, you’ll probably be the first couple in the industry to have a publicised wedding. ♡
my first time ever posting something!
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This is my first Hamzah fic ayeeee!! based off a request I got: "OKAY! what if helping Hamzah bleach his hair and it became something domestic. the reader thinks it would be ugly, but then the reader did not expect it to be so good 🙏"
Please let me know if you like this or theres anything I can change or fix
words: 700
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It had been a month and a few weeks after Hamzah had shaved his head and his hair had started to grow back pretty fast. You and him went out for dinner and he proposed an idea.
“So babe, I was thinking that since my hair is growing back-” He paused and looked at you, as you bit into a burger. He continued his sentence, “Would you perhaps bleach my hair for me?” He smiled awkwardly at you, not knowing what you would say. You stopped chewing and looked at him. “Bleach? Your hair? Hamzah-” You went to go lecture him but he had cut you off. “Look babe I know what you're going to say but it would be cool and it would look good for the fight.”
You looked at him, almost a look of pity., “Hamzah I think it's going to look bad and like if im the one doing it I don't want to be responsible for making you ugly.”
“It wont look ugly bro I promise! Pleaseee.” He jokingly made a pouty face like a kid would make after you told them no to candy. “We’ll see Hamzah” the rest of the night went smoothly and the subject wasn't brought up again.
The next morning you awoke to Hamzah shaking you up.
“Babe c’mon get up bruh” You had sat up and rubbed your eyes, picked up your phone to read the time. 11:06 AM. “What do you need Hamzah?” He ran into the other room to grab something. He came back not even a minute later with a grocery bag with mystery items.
“Look what I got.” He said with a smirk. He pulled out a bleach kit and some extra gloves. He threw them in your hands and smiled. “Bleach my hair now please.” Your tense shoulders had dropped following up with a sigh. “Hamzah, ill do it but I don't want to look at you after.”
“It wont look bad trust, I put a blond tiktok filter on last night so I basically know.” You held in a laugh and told him to wait 30 minutes.
You sat him down in the bathroom and read the instructions for the bleach. “You’re gonna look like that one wig you have.” You laughed, “Stop you’re scaring me!”
You put on the gloves and mixed the bleach together with the end of the brush. “Im not ready for this baby.”
“Just dont fuck it up please.” He smiled in the mirror as you applied the bleach all over his hair. You wouldn't say it out loud, but you thought it was coming out nice. You took some pictures as he let the bleach sit in for half an hour. “Are you ready to wash it out?” you asked him as you started the shower. “Yea, do you think I'm gonna need to tone it?”
“I don't know, I've never bleached my hair before.”
He stuck his head in the shower and you began to scrub his hair and wash the extra bleach out,
“Hamzah, it's actually looking pretty good so far.” He couldn’t see you, due to his head being held under water, but you were smiling ear to ear.
You finished washing it out and he dried his hair with a towel. Once it was fully dry you took a good look at him and his new era. “Yea you're definitely going to need some toner.”
“But it looks good tho, no?” He asked you with a goofy smile. “I guess.” You jokingly eye rolled giving him some sass. “Girl bye.” He copied your gesture, rolling his eyes playfully. “Im just joking! I think it looks handsome.” You whispered the last part and he put his hand next to his ear as if he didn't hear you. “Im sorry, you said what” His face was filled with amusement.
“I said I think you look handsome.” You repeated louder. “And you thought it would look bad boi.” He leans down and kisses you, walking out the bathroom and into your shared room to facetime Martin about his hair. You looked in the mirror and sighed happily that you were wrong about it looking ugly.
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Gang okay so, request.
Ahem
So Dae ho (ofc) x fem!reader, basically dae ho has a slight puppy crush on reader and he has a nightmare, reader helps by cuddling up to him when he has that nightmare. :D (ps I hc he loves cuddles and gets instantly relaxed when he feels warmth against him, aka cuddles.)
THANK YOU !! :P
Whispers of comfort - Kang dae-ho x fem!reader
Warnings: none this is pure fluff 💪💪
A/N: I love dae ho hes SUCH a cutie i love this guy like look at his smile AWHHHH
It was night and you couldn’t sleep, the horrors of the first game keeping you awake, how so many people died, the lives they had.
You had made a connection with a guy with the number 456, being stood next to him in red light green light, seeing his bravery, how he wasn’t afraid to try and save people. He let you sit with his group after the game, you met some of the players that were friends with him after the first vote.
A young man suggested we share names, he claimed his name was “Kang Dae-ho, ‘Dae’ as in ‘big’, ‘ho’ as in ‘tiger’” he had a cool name and we went round sharing our names.
You overheard one of the men, 390, Jung-bae say he used to be in the marines, Dae-ho gasped and smiled, he was in the marines aswell. You assumed it was a drawn out joke but Dae-ho started referring to Jung-bae as ‘sir, yes sir’. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself at how stupid you found it. Not necessarily in a bad way though.
This leads you to now. You lay awake as you hear someone stirring below you, they sound like they were in pain, scared shitless. You leaned your head over the side of the bed to look, Dae-ho.
Without a thought you crawled down and sat on the foot of his bed. You could tell he was having a nightmare so you thought it was best to wake him. You shook his shoulders slightly and he jolted awake, sitting upright almost cartoon like. If he was any taller he would’ve banged his head against the bunk above.
“Hey.. are you okay? Were you having a nightmare..?” You asked him softly, he looked at you, his cheeks slightly tear stained, he had been crying in his sleep.
“I- yeah- yeah. No worries sorry if I startled you. Just uh a bad dream” he looked away like it was casual but you could sense the embarrassment burning through his cheeks.
You sucked at comfort so you offered up the best you could. “Do you want a hug.?” You asked sweetly. He nodded weakly and you scooted closer, hugging him, his face was in the crescent of your neck and you held him close. “It’ll be okay.. okay?”
Dae-ho could only let out a “mhm”. You could tell he was holding back tears, he was embarrassed and still frightened from his imagination. You held him close.
“Let it all out mhm?” She said patting his back comfortably. “Was it about the marine stuff..?” You ask and he went quiet. “It’s okay you don’t have to tell me.” You reassure him. “It’s okay, you’re not there anymore.. you’re safe” and he nodded hugging her back tightly.
He felt safe in her embrace, he didn’t want to let go, it was like a shield. From all the had dreams.. bad memories. When you went to pull away he tightened his grip, hugging you tighter “stay.. please.. Dont go..” he whispered. And how could you say no to his sweet little plea. You stayed and held him close as you both found your way into a warm slumber.
#dae ho x reader#dae ho squid game#kang daeho#dae ho#dae ho imagine#squid games#squid game#squid game season 2
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do part 2 of Celebrity Crush with their dinner and then developing into a secret relationship, him posting her music/film, with her going to the stadium to watch him play and then the public becoming suspicious. it would be cool to have photos on IG of when they came out and maybe Kenan won a championship and she went to hug him on the field 😩 definitely a slow one with cute moments
The phone buzzed again. It was nearly midnight on your end, and you were sitting cross-legged on your couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket. The late-night calmness had settled over your apartment, but your mind was anything but calm.
You’d just finished a long day of work, but no matter how hard you tried, your thoughts kept drifting back to Kenan. His messages. The fact that you were actually talking to him. It had only been a few days since your Tonight Show interview aired, but in that time, your social media had exploded, and somehow, amidst all the chaos, he’d found his way into your DMs.
You had to admit: you were addicted to the conversations.
Kenan Yıldız: What time is it over there?
You smiled to yourself as you typed back.
You: Almost midnight. What about you?
Kenan Yıldız: Morning. Just got out of training.
The message was pretty standard, yet you couldn’t help but feel a little spark at the thought of him training hard on the other side of the world. You quickly typed:
You: Shouldn't you be, like… resting?
The reply came quickly, as if he had been waiting for it.
Kenan Yıldız: Shouldn't you be sleeping?
You laughed quietly to yourself. You had barely even realized how late it was.
You: Touché.
Another pause. You could feel your mind racing with a thousand thoughts, and you started typing again, trying to force your nerves into something else.
You: Can't sleep. Just one of those nights.
A few seconds passed, and you stared at the screen, the dots bouncing.
Kenan Yıldız: Same.
That was it. A simple message, but it held so much meaning. You wondered, for just a moment, if he was saying something more than just the words. The shared sentiment was clear. The more you thought about it, the more the weight of it sank in.
You wanted to say something, but before you could, his next message popped up.
Kenan Yıldız: Wanna call?
Your heart skipped.
A call? You hadn't expected that. Your thumb hovered over the screen for what felt like an eternity. Your breath hitched, and you suddenly realized how exposed you felt. It wasn’t just a regular conversation anymore. This was Kenan.
You tried to play it cool. You told yourself you didn’t need to jump into anything. But when you looked at your phone, the nervousness crept in. What if you said something dumb? What if you didn’t know what to say? The whole situation felt so… real now.
His next message made you hesitate even more:
Kenan Yıldız: Or we can just text. Whatever you want.
You swallowed hard. You had already come this far. You didn’t want to back out now. FaceTime—that was the next step, right? If you didn’t do it now, you might never get the chance again.
You: FaceTime.
Your fingers hit the send button before you could think better of it. And almost immediately, you regretted it. Was that too forward? Were you rushing things?
And then, your phone started to ring.
Your stomach flipped as you saw the name. Kenan Yıldız.
You took a deep breath, quickly smoothing out your hair and making sure you didn’t look like a total disaster before swiping to accept the call.
The screen flashed, and then there he was.
Kenan Yıldız. In your phone.
He was lying back against what looked like a bed, wearing a plain t-shirt, his hair a little messy from training. His eyes locked on yours, and for a moment, you both just stared at each other in silence.
You could feel the nerves creeping in, but you didn’t want to look away first.
“Hey,” he said, his voice surprisingly soft, almost like he’d been waiting for this moment too.
You swallowed, still trying to play it cool. “Hi.”
“Didn’t think you’d actually say yes,” he teased, the familiar smirk tugging at his lips.
You laughed awkwardly, running a hand through your hair. “Well, I figured… I couldn’t keep avoiding it.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Avoiding it? I wasn’t going to bite.”
“No, not that,” you rushed to clarify. “I just… I didn’t know if I was ready for an actual call, you know?”
He nodded, his expression softening slightly. “I get it. But you’re here now.”
There was a beat of silence, and you couldn’t help but feel the weight of it. Being on a call with someone you’d only ever seen on TV or social media was surreal. It felt different, but also more real than anything you’d done with him before.
“So,” he started, shifting a little to sit up. “What’s the deal with all the edits? I swear I’ve seen enough memes of me and you together to last a lifetime.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly plan on that going viral.”
“I saw the interview, and I’ll admit—I was flattered. Didn’t know I had that kind of effect.” His tone was playful, but there was something in his eyes that made it clear he wasn’t just joking.
You smiled, trying to ignore the warmth that spread across your cheeks. “You should be flattered. You’re Kenan Yıldız.”
He chuckled, but there was a noticeable softness in his voice when he spoke next. “But you’re you. I mean, I’ve been following your work for a while.”
You blinked, trying to process what he’d just said. He’d been following your work?
“You’ve been… following me?”
He looked away briefly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah. A fan of yours, actually.”
Your heart skipped.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” His smile widened, and he leaned forward slightly, as though he was trying to close the distance between you two, even though you were miles apart.
You tried not to get too caught up in the words, but you could feel the chemistry between you two now, even through a phone screen. It was subtle, but it was there.
“So,” he continued, “Tell me more about what you’re working on. What’s next for you?”
You shifted a little, feeling the nerves begin to melt away as you got into something familiar. “Well, I’m actually working on a new movie. It’s a bit of a drama, something I haven’t done before. So, there’s a lot of emotional range involved. It’s kind of scary, actually.”
“Sounds like something I’d watch.” His tone was light, but you could hear the genuine interest in his voice.
You couldn’t help but smile. “You’d watch a drama?”
“Depends. If you’re in it, I’d definitely watch.”
The compliment hung in the air, and your heart fluttered just a bit. It wasn’t just flattery. There was a realness to it that made you feel… seen.
“You’re making me blush,” you said, trying to keep things casual, but your cheeks betrayed you, and you could feel the heat creeping up.
Kenan noticed, of course. He grinned, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. “Good.”
For a moment, you both just stayed there, looking at each other. The small talk had shifted to something more personal. Something that felt real.
It had been a few days since the FaceTime call with Kenan. You hadn’t stopped thinking about it. About him.
Every time you unlocked your phone, your fingers hovered over his name in your messages. You weren’t sure if you were overthinking things or if there was actually something there—something real—between you two.
Since that night, your conversations had been more frequent. It wasn’t just the occasional message here and there anymore. Now, he texted you throughout the day, sometimes just checking in, sometimes sending voice notes, sometimes teasing you about things you’d said on the call.
And the energy between you two had shifted.
The messages were still playful, but there was a new weight behind them.
Like earlier today:
Kenan Yıldız: What are you doing?
You: On set. You?
Kenan Yıldız: Bored. Waiting for training to start.
You: Wow, must be nice to just be bored in Italy.
Kenan Yıldız: Yeah, but you’re not here.
Your breath had caught at that last part. It had been so casual, so smooth, and yet it stuck with you the whole day.
And now, you were lying on your couch again, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone, waiting—though you didn’t want to admit it—for him to text.
Then, as if on cue, your phone buzzed.
Kenan Yıldız: Can I call you?
Your stomach flipped. You stared at the message for a second, fingers tightening around the phone. You wanted to answer immediately, but something about how casually he asked made your nerves spike.
Was this becoming… a thing?
You chewed on your lip before finally responding.
You: FaceTime or just a call?
His reply was immediate.
Kenan Yıldız: Your choice.
You hesitated for just a second before your fingers moved on their own.
You: FaceTime.
Not even a full second later, your phone started ringing. You took a deep breath before swiping to accept, and there he was—again.
Kenan was sitting on a couch, looking more relaxed than last time. His hair was slightly damp, probably from a shower, and he was wearing a simple hoodie. The second his face appeared on the screen, the corners of his lips tugged upward in a small smile.
“Hey,” he said.
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. “Hey.”
“You’re making this a habit,” he teased, shifting slightly.
You rolled your eyes. “I could say the same about you.”
He smirked. “I don’t mind.”
And just like that, the tension settled—familiar, warm, electric.
You tucked your legs beneath you and leaned back into the couch. “So, what’s up? Why the sudden call?”
Kenan shrugged. “I dunno. Just felt like talking to you.”
Your heart skipped a beat, but you tried to play it cool. “Bored again?”
“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “Just… I guess I got used to talking to you.”
You swallowed, the weight of those words settling in your chest. You were so not prepared for this level of honesty.
“Oh,” was all you managed to say.
Kenan tilted his head slightly, studying your reaction. “What?”
You shook your head quickly, trying to brush it off. “Nothing, just—didn’t expect that answer.”
“What did you expect?”
You let out a breathy laugh. “I don’t know. Maybe something about football or how you just wanted to annoy me?”
He chuckled, rubbing his jaw. “I mean, that too.”
You rolled your eyes, but there was no denying the warmth spreading through your chest.
There was a small pause before Kenan spoke again. “So, tell me something.”
You arched an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“I dunno. Something random. Something I don’t know about you yet.”
You hesitated for a second, then shrugged. “Okay. Um… I talk to myself when I’m trying to memorize lines.”
He smirked. “Like, full conversations?”
“Oh yeah,” you admitted. “I argue with myself sometimes too.”
Kenan laughed. “That’s kinda cute.”
You scoffed. “No, it’s not. It’s embarrassing.”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s real. I like that.”
You blinked, caught off guard by how genuine he sounded.
Your voice was softer when you spoke next. “Okay. Your turn.”
He thought about it for a moment, then said, “I always listen to music before a match. The same song, every time.”
You leaned in slightly, intrigued. “What song?”
He hesitated. “Promise you won’t laugh?”
“Absolutely not.”
Kenan sighed dramatically, running a hand through his hair. “It’s… Superhero by Metro Boomin.”
You burst out laughing, and he groaned. “I knew it.”
“I’m sorry! It’s just—” You covered your mouth, trying to hold it in. “That’s so intense. Like, imagine your teammates just vibing and then there’s you, mentally preparing for war.”
Kenan smirked. “Exactly. Gotta lock in.”
You shook your head, still smiling. “That’s actually kinda cool.”
He looked at you for a second, then said, “You’re different when you’re comfortable.”
You blinked at him, confused. “What do you mean?”
He tilted his head slightly. “You were nervous the first time we talked.”
You swallowed. “And now?”
Kenan’s gaze didn’t waver. “Now, you’re just you.”
For a moment, you just… looked at each other. The air between you was thick with something unspoken, something neither of you had fully addressed yet.
You cleared your throat, trying to shake it off. “I—um, I should probably sleep soon.”
Kenan smiled, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. “Yeah. Don’t want to keep you up too late.”
You bit your lip, hesitating before you spoke again. “But… this was nice.”
“Yeah?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
Kenan leaned back against the couch, exhaling. “Guess I’ll have to call you again, then.”
You smirked. “Guess so.”
The silence stretched out again, neither of you willing to hang up first.
Finally, Kenan chuckled. “Alright. Goodnight, Y/N.”
Your heart fluttered at the way he said your name.
“Goodnight, Kenan.”
And when you finally ended the call, you were smiling like an idiot.
This was something.
And you weren’t sure where it was leading, but… you weren’t running from it anymore.
You told yourself you weren’t going to overthink it.
And yet, here you were, staring at your phone, overthinking it.
It had been almost two weeks since those late-night FaceTimes with Kenan, and things between you two had only gotten… more.
More texts. More calls. More teasing, inside jokes, little moments that felt like something real.
And yet, nothing had been said outright.
You weren’t sure how to define whatever this was—if it even needed defining. Maybe it was just two people enjoying each other’s company. Maybe it was more. Maybe—
Your phone buzzed.
Kenan Yıldız: What time is it over there?
A familiar smile tugged at your lips as you typed back.
You: Late. Again.
Kenan Yıldız: And you’re still awake?
You: And so are you.
Kenan Yıldız: Yeah, but I have a reason.
You raised an eyebrow, curious.
You: Oh? And what’s your reason?
The dots bounced for a second before his reply came.
Kenan Yıldız: You.
Your stomach flipped.
You blinked at the message, rereading it like maybe your tired eyes were playing tricks on you. But no—it was there. Clear as day.
You exhaled sharply, gripping your phone tighter. What were you supposed to even say to that?
The answer came before you could think too hard about it.
Kenan Yıldız: Wanna call?
You hesitated, but only for a second before you typed back.
You: FaceTime.
The call came immediately. You inhaled sharply before answering, and just like that—there he was.
Kenan was lying on his bed this time, hood up, dim lighting casting a soft glow around him. He looked comfortable, like he had nowhere else to be, no one else he wanted to talk to but you.
"Hey," he said, voice low, relaxed.
"Hey," you echoed, settling back against your pillow.
"You looked scared for a second," he teased.
You rolled your eyes. "I was just preparing myself for whatever dumb thing you were about to say."
He smirked. "And yet, you still picked FaceTime."
You huffed, but there was no real annoyance behind it. Just familiarity.
He adjusted slightly, resting his chin on his hand. "So… I’ve been thinking."
Your heart kicked up a little. "About?"
Kenan hesitated, then exhaled like he was debating something. And suddenly, the lighthearted teasing faded into something heavier.
"About us meeting."
Your breath caught.
You swallowed. "Oh."
Kenan studied your reaction, his gaze never leaving yours. "Do you want to?"
Your head spun. Not because you didn’t want to—but because now, it was real.
You had spent all this time talking, dancing around whatever this was, building something between the two of you that had been kept safely behind screens and text bubbles. But now? Now, he was saying it out loud.
And you had to answer.
You inhaled deeply, trying to play it cool. "Where would we even meet?"
He smiled slightly, like he was relieved you hadn’t immediately shut it down. "You tell me."
"You’re the one in Italy," you pointed out. "Kinda hard for you to just hop on a plane."
His expression didn’t change. "Not impossible, though."
You blinked. "You’d fly here?"
Kenan shrugged. "Or you could come to me."
You hesitated. "Kenan—"
"It makes sense," he interrupted, like he already knew you were about to argue. "I have training, matches… I can’t really leave. But you, you travel all the time anyway, right? And the paparazzi aren’t as crazy here as in the U.S."
Your lips pressed together. He had a point.
"You really want that?" you asked, quieter this time.
Kenan’s voice softened. "Yeah."
The way he said it—it wasn’t some casual, playful suggestion. It was intentional.
He really wanted you there.
Your chest tightened.
You bit your lip, hesitating for only a second before finally admitting, "I do too."
Kenan’s smile widened, but there was something softer behind it. Something real.
"Then let’s make it happen," he said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.
You took a shaky breath. "What would we even do?"
His eyes flickered with something amused. "Are you asking me on a date?"
Your face heated. "I—I didn’t say that!"
Kenan smirked. "You kinda did."
You groaned. "Oh my god, you’re insufferable."
"But you like me anyway."
You opened your mouth to argue—but… you didn’t. And Kenan noticed. His smirk deepened.
After a long pause, he leaned closer to the camera, eyes steady on yours. "Come to a game."
Your breath hitched.
Kenan continued, "Not publicly. No cameras. Just you. No one has to know."
Your heartbeat roared in your ears. "You want me to come to a match?"
"Yeah," he said, like it was obvious. "I want you there."
Something about the way he said it—so effortlessly, like it was the most natural thing in the world—made you feel something.
Like maybe, just maybe… this was more than just late-night conversations and teasing texts.
You swallowed. "And after?"
Kenan arched an eyebrow. "What about after?"
You hesitated, then, pushing past your nerves, said, "We should get dinner."
Kenan stilled for a second—then a slow, knowing smile spread across his face.
"Now who's asking who out?" he teased.
You rolled your eyes. "Take it or leave it, Yıldız."
His voice was lower when he answered, "I'll take it."
Your stomach flipped.
Silence stretched between you, heavy with something unspoken.
Then Kenan exhaled, leaning back against his pillow. "Guess I should start playing even better, huh?"
You smirked. "Oh, absolutely. I’ll be judging."
Kenan chuckled. "Noted."
For a moment, neither of you spoke. It was one of those rare comfortable silences—one that felt natural, like neither of you were in a rush to end the call.
Kenan was the one who broke it. "You're actually coming."
It wasn’t a question. More like a realization.
You smiled. "Yeah."
And for the first time, this—whatever this was—felt real.
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Sleep
Author's Note: For @thecoffeelorian . Written for the prompt: Falling asleep in each others arms. This turned out a bit more angsty than I was originally intending but I hope you like it! I always find it a challenge to find the right amount of fluff for Cross.
Pairing: Crosshair x fem!reader
Word Count: 3,617
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Crosshair shot up in bed, throat constricting painfully as he tried to bring a full breath of air into his lungs. His chest heaved as he looked wildly around the darkened room, pulse racing beneath his skin. It took a moment for him to get his bearings, to realize that he wasn’t in that tiny grey cell on Tantiss anymore. He wasn’t strapped to some examination table in a lab. He was fine, he was safe. He was on Pabu. He was home.
He groaned softly, his entire body still on high alert from his nightmare as he kicked his legs over the side of the bed. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees before letting his head fall into his hands. The cool metal of his cybernetic hand was both a relief against his fevered skin and a horrible reminder of everything he’d been through. Crosshair remained still for a long moment as he waited for his heart rate to return to a reasonable level, for his thoughts to stop racing on the same panicked loop. He shivered slightly as the cool breeze from the open window whispered across his skin that had been dampened by a cold sweat.
It was the same nightmare he had had hundreds of times before. But no matter how often the same visions flashed across his mind, he always woke up the same way. Panicked, angry, scared. Kamino, Tantiss, Hunter, Wrecker, Omega, Desix, Echo, Mayday, Tech. Over and over the scenes played in his sleep, each time he watched everything crumble and burn, watched everyone he cared about die by his hands. It always felt so real.
Crosshair finally straightened once his shoulders were no longer heaving with effort to breathe and his ears were no longer ringing. He turned slowly to look over his shoulder at the bed, trying not to make any sound or shift the mattress as he did so. Everything inside of him instantly softened at the sight of you. You were still sleeping peacefully, thankfully undistributed by his own nighttime troubles. He let out a gentle sigh, grateful that you were oblivious to him at that moment, though it wouldn’t have been the first time one of his nightmares had woken you up.
He watched you for a long moment, his eyes tracing the lines of your face. You looked so peaceful when you slept, content. Most days, he still couldn’t quite believe that you were there, with him. After everything that had happened, sleeping in your shared bed, looking like there was nowhere else in the galaxy that you would rather be.
The room was silent except for the soft sound of the waves coming in through the open window and your even, gentle breaths. He watched your chest rise and fall for another moment, wanting to be certain he hadn’t disturbed you. He sighed again, knowing that if he tried to go back to sleep he would just spend the rest of the night tossing and turning. He didn’t need the guilt of waking you added on top of everything else. So he stood, slowly so as to not move the bed. He paused though once he’d reached his full height, turning back around to look at you once more. Before he could stop himself he stooped over the bed, hand reaching out to brush a stray piece of hair that had blown into your face from the breeze coming in through the open window. He tucked the stay piece behind your ear, taking a moment to marvel at the softness of your skin. You let out a soft sigh as he pulled his hand away, nuzzling further into your pillow. He felt as if his heart was being carved from his chest at the sight, you meant everything to him. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you. He’d do everything in his power to protect you, even if that meant protecting you from himself. With another sight he straightened, slipping silently out of the room and down the stairs.
The small house was completely still and quiet as he made his way towards the kitchen. Omega and his brothers were likely all fast asleep, as they should be, at this time of night. As always, his eyes were drawn to the pictures lining the walls as he made his way through the house. An enthusiastic Omega and Wrecker, and a skeptical but pliable Hunter had taken it upon themselves to decorate their small home. Their place had very quickly filled up with anything and everything Omega and his brothers seemed to like, the walls filled with their finds. Before, what he would have considered clutter would have bothered him, but now he found he actually liked it. Not that he would admit that to anyone though. But after spending all of their lives with nothing it was still strange but nice to have something that was completely theirs. And now that you were here it felt more like a home than ever before.
At first, back when things between the two of you had still been strained, you had stayed in Phee’s home anytime you came to the island. But that had slowly changed over time until one day he’d found himself cleaning out a drawer in his room for you. Since the fall of The Republic you’d been working with Rex, then Echo, helping them in any way you could with the clone rebellion. You hadn’t said anything and he wasn’t about to point it out but he had noticed that your journeys off Pabu had grown fewer and farther between lately. If he had things his way you’d never leave again, you were his, and he wanted you with him always. But he also wasn’t about to come between you and doing what you felt you needed to, what was right. No matter how much he might want to keep you with him every moment of every day.
Crosshair stalked quietly across the kitchen before he stopped in front of the sink, grabbing a glass off the counter and filling it with water. His throat felt incredibly dry, as though he’d been crying out in his sleep. He knew he likely hadn't been if you were still asleep, but he had done so in the past. No matter how much he tried to convince himself he was over everything that had happened, he couldn’t seem to shake the nightmares.
He gazed out the open window as he sipped slowly on his water, the gentle breeze sending a slight shiver down his spine. It was a warm summer night, but the sweat on his skin left him with a chill. The island was as silent as the house, peaceful, calm, safe. Now if only he could make himself believe he wasn’t in any danger, not anymore.
Crosshair tensed at the sudden sound of soft footsteps overhead, he'd recognize your light tread anywhere. Guilt washed through him as he listened to you make your way down the stairs, obviously, he'd woken you up after all. He didn’t even so much as turn from his spot, simply continued to watch the waves crash against the shore down below as your footsteps drew nearer. It wasn’t until you crossed the threshold of the kitchen that he spoke, but his eyes remained focused on the quiet world outside the window.
“Go back to bed,” He hissed, his tone more hostile than he intended but he couldn’t seem to stop the shame that was suddenly crawling up his throat. There was still a part of him that hated to be seen in these moments when he felt so weak. The other part felt so guilty for pulling you into this, how could he possibly make you happy when all he seemed to do was mess things up?
Despite his words, your footsteps didn’t even falter, and before he could even think of anything else to try and say your arms wrapped around his waist, your body pressing tightly up against his back. That part of him, that angry, writhing part, wanted to push away from you. To turn and demand you leave him but he knew you wouldn’t listen even if he did. Instead, he was helpless, melting into your embrace as he felt your cheek rest in the space between his shoulder blades.
You were quiet for a moment before speaking softly, “You should know by now that it’s not that easy to get rid of me.”
The anger that it seemed he had spent all of his life trying to control suddenly rose up in him again, inexplicably. He wanted to snap, to point out that you had left him once before but the words got stuck in his throat. He knew that wouldn’t be fair to you. He had been the one who had made it impossible for you to stay, after all. And even after everything that had happened, after everything that he’d done, you had still come back to him. You didn’t deserve his anger.
He let out a deep sigh, hands moving away from the counter to rest over the top of yours. As always, his anger and frustration seemed to melt away as you held onto him tightly. After a long, silent moment he turned in your arms, lifting his hands to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you in close so that your head rested on his chest. You squeezed his waist tighter in response, melting further into him. He closed his eyes for a moment as he rested his chin on the top of your head.
The two of you held each other silently, the turmoil inside of him settling with each passing moment. It was moments like those, where the two of you were wrapped so tightly together it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended, that he wished would never end. There was a time, not that long ago, when he would have balked at being held like this, at being so vulnerable, even with you. But now no matter how much his mind might war with him sometimes, he couldn’t get enough of you. You’d crawled into his heart, wedged yourself right up beneath his rib cage, and yet he still wanted more. You were his.
Your voice was barely above a whisper when you spoke again, “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No,” He snapped before he could even stop himself. A knee-jerk reaction brought on by a lifetime of avoiding his feelings. He pulled back slightly, enough that he could look at your face but still within arms reach. Your hands moved from his waist to his arms, grasping his forearms firmly, as though you were ready to stop him should he decide to bolt. There wasn’t any judgment in your expression as you looked up at him though, just the same kindness and understanding as always. It made him sigh, guilt turning his stomach once more, for trying to shut you out when you deserved, more than anyone, to be let in.
“It was just the same things as always,” He finally said, after another long, silent moment. He turned his head slightly, unable to fully meet your gaze after such an admission.
“Cross…” You said softly, tugging his arm gently until he felt as if he had no choice but to meet your gaze once more. You took a step closer to him as your eyes met, tipping your head back as your bodies brushed against each other.
“There is nothing that you could tell me that would make me think of you any differently, or care for you any less,” You continued gently as you lifted a hand to rest on his chest, directly over his heart. His skin burned beneath your touch, his heart racing as your fingers bunched in the fabric of his sleep shirt, “I love you. Nothing will ever change that. But it kills me to see you suffering. I want to help you, in any way I can. But I can't do that if you don’t let me in.”
“I’m supposed to be the one that looks after you,” he hissed, his grip on your waist tightening as shame bubbled in his throat once more. He was a soldier, his entire purpose had been to serve and protect. His entire life he’d been defective but still effective, but now with a missing hand and fragile mind what good was he? How could he possibly be enough for you?
“It’s not a one-way hyperspace lane Cross, we help each other,” You answered gently, “If you’re not ready to share then that’s ok, but I hope you know you can tell me these things. Anytime. I’m here for you. Sharing doesn’t make you weak or defective, and neither does having feelings in the first place,” you continued as if reading his very thoughts. You’d always been able to see him better than anyone else ever could.
He sighed, taking a step closer to you without thought as if you were the sun his planet orbited around. His heart constricted painfully in his chest, the back of his neck prickled with a cold sweat, the words grated against his throat as he spoke, “It all the things I’ve ruined, the terrible things I’ve done, all of the people I’ve hurt. All those moments when I should have been there but wasn’t. It just won’t stop.”
He couldn’t bring himself to meet your gaze, turning his head slightly away from you as the shame rolled in his stomach once more. He’d been built to withstand wars, it didn’t make sense to him why he was crumbling now, after everything.
“Cross,” You said gently as your hand lifted to his face, cradling his jaw and applying just enough pressure until he couldn’t resist meeting your gaze again, “What you’re feeling is normal, it doesn’t make you weak. You’ve been through something so terrible, and yes, you made some mistakes, we all have, but you can't change the past. All we have control over is what we do next, how we move forward.”
He turned his head away once more, the guilt and anger, at himself, at everything, bubbling in his veins like toxic black sludge, "You should just leave me,” He hissed, body tensing as his heart raced, “Go back to bed.”
The hand that was still resting on his chest bunched further in the fabric of his shirt, drawing his attention back to you, “I’m not leaving you like this, I love you Crosshair. You’re stuck with me,” You said gently.
He let out a loud breath of air, one he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding as his eyes scanned your face. As always there was nothing but openness in your face, you meant every word you had said to him.
When it was clear he wasn’t going to say anything you continued, “I know you think you deserve to be punished for the rest of your life, but you don’t. And I’m going to keep telling you that until you believe it.”
He bristled for a moment, on instinct, the desire to push you away, to demand you just leave him alone was almost overwhelming but only for a moment. It faded nearly as fast as it had come. He was so used to everyone leaving him alone when he told them off, but you’d always stayed. Truthfully, he didn’t want you to go. He wanted you to stay, always.
There were so many things he wanted to say at that moment, emotions he didn’t even begin to know what to do with bubbling in his throat. What came out instead was his typical snark, “You’re a pest.”
The brilliant smile you flashed him was worth every pain he’d ever experienced in his short life, “Yes, but I’m a lovable pest,” you replied as you pulled him back in closer to you.
“Hmm,” he grunted softly, unable to stop the smirk that was growing on his face before he wrapped one arm around your shoulders. He lifted the other hand to your jaw, tipping your face up to his own before he closed the distance between the two of you.
He felt you smile against his lips for a moment before you deepened the kiss, raising up on your tip toes to be closer to him. He moaned softly, his thumb stroking the soft skin of your jaw as he nipped gently at your lower lip. Much too soon for his liking, you pulled away from him, a gentle smile on your face as you looked up at him. He simply frowned, eyes narrowing at the sudden distance between the two of you. He was once again overwhelmed with the feeling of never being able to get enough of you.
“Come back to bed, my love,” You said softly, hands trailing down his arms until your fingers interlocked with his. You gave him a gentle tug and he followed without hesitation, all of his previous worries forgotten for the moment. At that moment, there was only you. And he was powerless against you, he always had been, and truthfully he didn’t mind. He would do anything to make you happy. Even if that meant having to confront his own fears. He could do it, with you, for you.
You were both silent as you made your way back up to your bedroom, trying to not wake anyone else. Once the bedroom door closed behind him you turned back towards him, his hand still clasped in your own. You smiled softly at him as you backed up towards the bed, pulling him along with you. You sat once your knees hit the back of the bed, looking up at him expectantly. He didn’t waste another moment, moving swiftly he wrapped his arms around you, smirking at the giggle that escaped you as he rolled the two of you over onto the bed until you were a tangle of limbs. He tightened his hold on you as you snuggled into him, your head pillowed on his chest, right over his racing heart. This time though, it was racing for a completely different reason, not one of fear.
Neither of you said anything for a long moment, the only sound was your combined breaths and the waves of the ocean floating in through the open window. It was peaceful, and being here with you was really the only place he ever wanted to be. He just wished so desperately that his thoughts would stop tormenting him in his sleep and ruining the peace he’d found with you.
As if sensing his sudden uptick in anxiety you spoke, head still resting on his chest while your free hand traced gentle patterns across his abdomen, “What’s one thing you can hear?”
Crosshair knew what you were doing. He recognized the tactic instantly, but usually, you used it on the nights when his dreams were so bad it woke you both up. When his system was completely in fight-or-flight mode. But even though he was relatively calm now, he still felt his heart rate slow as he focused on your words. His nightmare from earlier began to fade away into the furthest corners of his mind.
“The ocean,” He answered quietly as he let his hand trail down the line of your body: arm, rib cage, waist, hip, thigh, knee. Back and forth, focusing entirely on the feeling of being with you. The softness of your skin was grounding, confirmation that he was here, that he was safe.
“Something you can smell?” You continued your voice a gentle whisper that he felt rather than heard.
“Your hair,” Clean, something warm, like sunshine, and fresh like the spray of the ocean.
You chuckled softly, as your hand stilled on his abdomen, fisting once more in the fabric of his shirt, "Something you can feel?”
“You.”
His answers were usually always the same. Because when you were around you were all he could think of. Even when you weren’t physically with him he could still feel you, in his very soul, as though you’d become a part of him. In his darkest moments, you were always there. It was as if something clicked in that moment, maybe with you by his side, he could make it through. Maybe the future didn’t have to be as dark as his past.
His eyelids were beginning to feel heavy as he listened to the sound of your breathing, as he focused on the lines of your body pressed into his own. He let his head tilt down to rest against you, his nose pressed into your hair, breathing in the familiar and calming scent of you.
“I’ve got you Crosshair,” You said softly, “We can get through this together.”
For the first time in a long time, he felt a very small spark of hope. Maybe he could learn to let you in, to let you help him in those moments when he felt weak instead of running. As he drifted off to sleep he wrapped his arms tighter around you, unwilling to ever let you go. He felt your own arms tighten in response as your breathing began to even out. The last coherent thought he had before he drifted off to sleep was that you were right, you were in this together.
This time the nightmares didn’t find him in his sleep. And when he woke up in the morning you were still wrapped in each other’s arms. Exactly where you had always belonged.
#the clone wars#the bad batch#star wars fanfiction#the clone wars fanfiction#fanfiction#star wars the clone wars#tbb x reader#the bad batch fanfiction#the bad batch x reader#clone x reader#crosshair x fem!reader#tbb crosshair#crosshair x reader#the bad batch crosshair#tbb#clone x oc
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Small Rant About RE
Hello gang... This has been on my mind for awhile. Today we're talking about Resident Evil and particularly Leon stans. Now I'm gonna come out and say I am one of them! I love that silly little blonde man and he's like number 1 on my favorite capcom white boy tier list next to Cody from Final Fight/SF.
tw: mentions of rape, pedophilia, incest, abuse, and my opinion
Let me make it clear, I'm not kink shaming, I'm not advocating for censorship. Art and literature shouldn't be censored. Sex is cool. Kink is cool (when safe and consensual).
I'm gonna be one of those fans real quick and say, I've been an RE fan since I was like 7. That doesn't really mean much since I can't drink legally but I've been in love with Leon since elementary school. I watched my Dad and brother play RE6 co-op and man... Aka I've been in the fandom for a fat minute. Before the RE2 remake came out I'd see the occasional Dead Dove fic but that's whatever. But I have never seen this much dark romance about Leon of all people!
Like. Call it the T-Virus the way it's everywhere I swear I can't scroll down the damn tag without getting hit with a sexual crime. And let me say, I'm not new to fandom culture. I take don't like don't read to heart (I'm super picky LMAO). And I understand that, that's just how big fandoms are, more people, more bad eggs. I'm sure the majority of y'all are sweet people.
BUT I feel like I shouldn't have to say that romanticizing things like pedophilia, rape, abuse, and incest is disgusting in the big year 2025 but here we are. Honestly, I feel this way about a lot of the fics of other fandoms I'm in. I feel crazy seeing it everywhere and it makes me feel like some sort of sexual puritan. Am I insane for wanting freaky smut and not ...freaky smut??
There for sure is a bigger conversation here about how easily accessible porn is and how quick people to fall into these pipelines. Or how booktok caused a rise in the normalization of dark romance troupes and just pure porn writing (I still hate icebreaker). Or how quick form constant content is slowly leaking it's way into everything. But we’d be here for forever…
And like, it's just completely out of character?? Like if you're gonna write about that can it at least be in character? Wesker fits the dark romance thing LEAGUES better. But LEON?? THE POLICE OFFICER?? Did you even watch a walkthrough? Leon is a sweet upstanding guy with lots of trauma, that is the last thing he'd do to ANYONE! Not saying fics have to be completely accurate all the time but there's literally nothing fun about "Omg what if Leon RAPED you!?" HES NOT THE EVIL RESIDENT HERE GUYS! At some point it's not even about Leon (or whoever the fic is about) anymore, it's just someone wanting to share their sexual fantasies online.
These topics are almost never written with any care and are insanely insensitive to the survivors of these acts. I don't know, sexual crimes are literally some of the most deplorable acts of hatred and depravity someone can do onto another person. I can't imagine getting off to the suffering of others (in a heinous crime way not BDSM way) (BDSM is cool). Have some fucking empathy and stop thinking with your goon wad guys <3
Like at least take it to AO3 so that I can filter it out or smth...
Edit: I just woke up and remembered what else I was gonna say.
You can tell a lot about a person by how they treat their fictional characters. Another thing I don’t like are the Gooner mods for the games. Like they’re fun every once in a while and like if it’s a capcom game you have to expect it. At some point though, it just stops being sexy and feels gross or uncomfortable.
Idk maybe I’m in the minority here but there has never been a single time where I was playing any RE game and thought to myself, “man… I wish I could see Leon’s end rod whipping in the wind rn…” Obviously, I wanna see that man oiled up butt booty naked doing jumping jacks like as most normal people do but… zawg…
That’s also like an actual person?? At least for the remakes. Maybe this just isn’t my dove to eat but the treat Leon like some sort doll. I know it’s kinda weak to be like this for a fictional person but yeah </3
#resident evil 2 remake#resident evil 2#resident evil#re2 remake#RE#RE2#re2 leon#re4 remake#re4 leon#re4#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#FREELEON2025
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tainted love
pairing: javier peña x steve murphy
cws/tags: only one bed, when you gotta jerk off ur partner bc he can't sleep but it's just a platonic thing dw #totallynotgay, use of f-slur, frottage, watching porn together briefly, mutual masturbation, technically infidelity ig but what connie doesn't know can't hurt her
summary: steve can't sleep and he's keeping javi up, so they have to jerk off ???
a/n: homosexual activities return to my blog
thank you to @almostempty for your help w this ! i could not have done this w/o you
wc: 3k
It’s not the first time Javi’s ended up with Steve’s name on his lips and his own hand wrapped around his cock. It’s not an everyday occurrence – Javi has tons of masturbation-worthy images in his collection of sacred memories. He’s got dalliances with hookers, something more and simultaneously less with that one communist girl, even Lorraine, back when she was something other than a blurry, ever-present mistake in his periphery. But, these thoughts are finite. In desperation, he’ll search for more.
Sometimes more is his partner, partner in work, not in sex, not really, not yet. It comes down to the way Steve looks when he’s pissed off, the way anger forces him into physical contact despite the fact that he’s not a touchy-feely guy. It’s the time he had Javi pressed up against the wall in the hallway of the DEA office in Medellin – it felt like deja vu, he’d seen that moment on an x-rated videotape that no one would ever know he rented. Fuck government secrets, it’d take a harsh interrogation to get Javi to reveal the fact that he watched gay porn by his own volition. More than once.
It’s a sleepless night like any other except Javi’s not in his own bed or anyone else’s, he’s in a hotel room he’s sharing with Murphy. It’s not the worst thing that could’ve happened – he could’ve gotten stuck with Stechner, but Messina decided to pair up with him for a reason Javi doesn’t want to hear about.
There’s alcohol somewhere, but not in his overnight bag – maybe in the minibar, but that’s on the far side of the room and whether it comes out of his pocket or not, the prices make him feel sicker than a hangover would.
Though he and Steve are facing away from each other, he can tell that he’s not sleeping either. It needles at him in the dark. Steve’s wakefulness bleeding onto Javi’s side of the bed, his body heat threatening to burn through the ever present wall of masculinity that keeps him at a distance.
Murphy tosses and turns to the point where Javi wonders if he’s doing it for attention – he’s doing a great job if so. Javi rolls over to tell him to cool it.
“Would you cut that shit out?”
“I can’t sleep.”
“Neither can I. Because of you.”
Steve shrugs as best one can in his position.
“What do you want? A bedtime story?”
“Might be kinda nice.”
“Alright,” Javi says, like he’s really committed to the idea. “One night, there was a DEA agent who killed his partner–”
“Okay. I get it.”
“How the fuck does Connie sleep in the same bed as you?”
“I guess I don’t really toss and turn when I’m with her.” He pauses.
“She usually holds me – or I hold her. Not like a baby or anything, but you know…”
“You need to be cuddled to sleep? Seriously?”
He really seems to think about it. “No.”
“‘Cause the only way I’m holding you is in a headlock.”
“How do women sleep with you, huh? You’re wide awake and pissy about it.”
“When I said women sleep with me, I didn’t mean it literally.”
“So, you kick ‘em out of bed? Sounds about right,” Murphy says it with a smirk, like he’s gotten one over on Javi, but he hasn’t.
“No, they know to leave. Or, I do. It’s bedroom etiquette. You wouldn’t know.”
“Yeah, ‘cause I’ve got something better – a wife. She sleeps with me for free.”
“God knows why.”
“She loves me. I’m loveable, Javi.”
That one strikes a nerve, but Javi doesn’t dare let it show.
“Maybe by her standards.”
“You saying she has low standards?”
“She could do better. She’s a very nice woman.”
“What does that mean?”
“Relax, man. I’m not trying to fuck your wife. I’m not that much of a scumbag.”
“Good. Not that I think she’d be into you anyway.”
“Plus, I can get laid without traveling to Miami.”
Steve huffs. It was a low blow, Javi’s willing to admit that.
“Okay, listen. We gotta be up in the morning, so let’s get practical here. You with me, Murphy?”
“Aye aye, cap,” he says with the least enthusiasm.
“So, she’s been gone for a while, and I don’t see you coming to work looking like complete shit – at least, not any worse than you used to — so how are you getting to sleep?”
“I mean, I usually, you know…”
When Javi gestures to say go on, though he’s pretty sure he knows, Steve says much quieter, “Jerk off.”
“Was it that hard to say it?”
“I mean, it’s a little awkward.”
“What are you? 12? Everyone jerks off.”
“So, what? You want me to just jerk off?”
“Not here,” he says incredulously at the notion despite the fact that it does excite him. “In the shower if you have to.”
“I don’t usually do it in the shower.”
“You get to try something new then.”
“If I have to get up, then dry off, get dressed again, I think it’ll just start the whole process over.”
“So what? You want me to go stand outside and wait for you to finish?”
“The idea doesn’t sound unappealing…”
“No way am I doing that.”
Pissed off and admittedly aroused by the thought, he suggests, “You know what? Fuck it – put up a pillow barrier between us, and go ahead. Find something on pay-per-view so I don’t have to hear anything from you.”
“You serious?”
“If it’ll help you sleep.”
They fight over pillows and that’s only half the battle.
“Do you think they’ll know we’re buying–”
“Yes, so get something normal, will you? I don’t want anything weird showing up on the bill.”
“Relax. What’d you think I was gonna pick?”
“I don’t know. I don’t really think about your porn habits.”
“Well, what do you like?”
“What?”
“What do you like, Javi? We should find something we agree on.”
“So, now I’m a part of this?”
“I was trying to be nice.”
Javi stays silent while Steve rattles off possibilities. “We’ve got lesbians, mature women, threesomes…”
Javi gives him an unenthusiastic ‘sure’ to each option.
“Oh, here’s the gay section,” Murphy says with a laugh.
And to avoid an awkward silence, Javi jokes - or tries to, “Don’t knock it till you try it.”
And Steve’s head turns around faster than you’d think was possible. “Oh, so you’ve tried it?”
“I was making a joke.”
“That’s not a no.”
“Why do you even care? Just stop stalling and pick something.”
Though he’s clearly still considering prying, he settles on whatever the most basic shit is – some blonde girl getting railed by some dude with a cock big enough to distract from his lackluster face.
It’s about a minute of fake moaning that somehow makes things worse before Steve asks, “Do you think if we change the channel, they won’t charge us since we barely watched it?”
“Might as well try. Turn on PBS or something. That shit’s always free.”
It’s free but it’s a science documentary. Slimy jellyfish and the old men who know a concerning amount about them flood the screen.
“Just turn off the TV,” Javi says, unable to hide his disgust.
Murphy spits into his hand, takes his cock out, and Javi is listening intently to it all. It makes him uncomfortably hard. He won’t sleep if he doesn’t get off, and at this point there’s no real shame in it.
They breathe in tandem, each strangled sound egging the other one on, until Steve dares to ask, “So, you said you’ve watched gay porn before?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But you didn’t say you haven’t.”
“Fine. Yes, I have. Can we go back to not talking right now?”
“But I’m curious.”
“Keep your curiosity to yourself.”
“Have you ever done anything with a guy?”
“Why? Do you want me to tell you a story about me getting a handjob from some guy outside a bar when I was hammered? You really wanna get off to that?”
“Maybe. If you can jazz it up a little.”
“I barely even remember it.”
That’s not entirely true.
Sure, the memory’s faded a little over time, but he wasn’t blackout drunk like he wants Steve to believe. He was young, and a little bit desperate due to a recent breakup. It was hard to put on a face that said ‘I’m approachable and you’d have a good time if I took you home,” so the only attention he got that night was from a guy only a bit older than him, he’d guess. It was the kind of thing where he should’ve known it wasn’t friendly banter from the beginning, and maybe he did – he just didn’t want to believe that he was letting this happen, that he was engaging in it, that he was enjoying it.
It got a little touchy-feely in a way real Texan men aren’t supposed to, unless they’re faggots. The word rings in Javi’s ear, and it’s the only thing louder than Murphy’s heavy breathing, which is far closer in time and space.
The guy – whose name he’ll likely never know – led him outside and whatever ‘it’ was went down in an alley.
“Did you like it?”
“I liked it enough.”
Enough to cum from a handjob alone, and enough to try to give one back, and the only reason he didn’t really get to was because his hands shook, and it was summertime.
‘You’re not used to this are you?’.
‘No, I’ve never…’
‘It’s okay,’ he said, removing Javi’s hand, gingerly, almost apologetic.
The goodbye kiss was anything but – it was tongue and teeth, indulgent. You could say it was self-indulgent on the other guys’ part, but you’d be wrong. It felt like it lasted longer than the handjob, and maybe it did, but god, that’d be too embarrassing to admit even in his own mind. It was the kind of kiss that dared Javi’s cock to spring back to life and he fought it desperately.
‘See you around.’
But the pair never did. Javi convinced himself it never happened and during drinking games or friendly teasing he insisted that he’d never touched another man, just like every other friend of his.
So, why would he tell Steve?
Before Murphy can ask another goddamn question, he turns it on the fucker, “Why don’t you tell me about your sex life?”
“I mean, besides Connie, there hasn’t been anyone since I was, fuck, I don’t know…”
“Is Connie any good?”
“Of course she’s good.”
Javi waits for the ‘but’ with a raised eyebrow, and it comes.
“It just gets boring, alright? I love her, though.”
And Javi knows he does. He knows he does because Murphy can’t sleep without her in bed beside him.
It doesn’t miss Javi that Steve’s breath falters more when Javi’s name leaves his mouth.
“Javi…” He’s been stroking himself the entire time, but he’s not close, it’s not a plea to cum. It’s a hesitant question.
“Yes, Murphy?”
“Why do you always call me by my last name?”
“I don’t know, Steve.”
It’s just to get a reaction out of him, which it does, subtle enough that another person might not catch on, but Javi’s waiting for it.
And the reason is probably somewhere between the fact that he calls everyone by last name - and, come to think of it, it’s actually kinda weird that Murphy calls him by his first name - and because he feels like exchanging first names equals real friendship and somehow, that’s too intimate for Javi.
“Is that better?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Steve…”
“Yeah?”
“You want this, right?”
“If you do.”
“You gotta tell me. ‘Cause I’m not doing anything if you’re not into it.”
The distance between them dissipates. It doesn’t matter who closes the gap – if one didn’t, the other would.
Javi looks back and forth between Steve’s cock and his mouth and tries to decide what’s right. Because he wants both, he has to find another metric to measure, to make his choices for him.
Dive right in and take Steve’s cock in his hand to avoid the intimacy that locking lips requires? Kiss him to quiet everything including his own mind?
He’s dumbfounded for a moment and you’d think he’s the one who’s never touched a man before if you didn’t know any better. The thing is: Javi can jerk another man off, even give a likely mediocre drunken blowjob. The difference is, this is Steve, naked in bed beside him. The difference is, he’s thought about this. The decision to do this shouldn’t be this easy when he’s sober. But his inhibitions are dangerously low because he’s dreamed about this.
He’s played out fantasies before that he knows wouldn’t - shouldn’t – become reality. There are countless reasons not to do this - Steve is married, this could ruin both of their careers, this could compromise the most important case in DEA history.
There is only one reason this should happen: desire.
Javi leads with his heart not his head (admittedly, his dick has influenced this specific decision to a significant degree).
His contemplation is cut off by Murphy’s lips pressed to his. The kiss is hesitant only until Javi reciprocates. Then it leans more towards animalistic than sweet but it’s needier than anything. Between the two of them desperation has only ever led to tension that boils over into fighting, but somehow insomnia is all it took to get them here.
His brain has one thought playing on loop - the simple fact that he is actively kissing Steve Murphy. Until his mind is free of thoughts. Sex usually works like that for him, particularly with women ‘cause he doesn’t have to worry about the persistent guilt and fear of getting caught in the back of his mind, but his stress rarely fades at just kissing. Maybe they’re not just kissing. It feels like something more. Javi can’t think, but he sure as hell can feel, and he’ll feel this for days, weeks, months, maybe years if he’s really unlucky and there’s no feeling strong enough to replace this one.
The pillows that stood between them are now strewn across the floor as are the pretences. This isn’t one coworker tolerating another’s nighttime routine – at the very least, this is a friend helping a friend in a time of need. But that sounds too innocuous – too generous, even sacrificial. What they’re doing is fumbling around in the dark (even though Javi aches to turn on the lamp, to see, to savor) trying to find out how to get this over with the quickest, what will make the other cum first while learning how to drag this out, how to tease, how to get the other to the edge and no further. How to do this together.
It starts with the kiss, with Javi lazily stroking his own cock until he dares to place his hand on Steve’s inner thigh. It’s a hesitant question and a final warning, and in response Steve’s breath hitches. They lock eyes for a moment before Javi removes Steve’s hand from his cock and replaces it with his own. There is no protest, only a low groan before he takes Javi’s cock in his hand with a firm grip that makes it feel more like retaliation than returned favor. It also feels way too fucking good. Javi takes it as an invitation for competition, his right hand is more dedicated and focused, moving faster while his left grabs Steve’s jaw and brings him into a kiss fueled by a passion that feels closer to rage than love.
Javi takes Steve’s bottom lip between his teeth and tugs on it slightly, as if a gentle pull in the right direction would bring Steve into Javi’s lap. It elicits a startled jump in his ragged breath - and they were long overdue to pull back for a breath - Javi takes the opportune moment to tell Steve to come closer in a voice that one uses to discipline an unruly soldier.
Javi has to maintain a certain amount of control through aggression lest he let the mask slip and reveal his own nervousness, his curiosity, how little he really knows about how this is supposed to go, and how much he wants to press Steve flat on the mattress and take this slow.
He finds himself moving hastily to shift himself and his partner - now in work and in sex - into a position where he can jerk them both off simultaneously, cocks loosely held together in his fist. Javi’s thrusts lead and Steve’s follow.
Neither of them last very long.
There’s a collective initial sigh of physical relief and a subsequent realization of what had just occurred between the two of them.
What is he supposed to say? ‘Thanks’? ‘Sleep tight’? Is he supposed to say anything at all?
Murphy gets out of bed disturbing the relative peace in the air.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Javi asks.
“Shower,” Murphy says, leaning in the doorway of the bathroom. “Ever heard of one?”
“Thought you didn’t wanna take a shower ‘cause it would make it harder to sleep.”
And that’s how we ended up here.
“I’m not going to bed like this,” he says, gesturing to the mess he and Javi had both left on his stomach.
“I don’t wanna go to bed like this either, but it’s four in the goddamn morning.” They’re back to whisper yelling and somehow it feels nice to have that sense of normalcy.
Murphy stands there waiting for a better argument, but instead he gets Javi storming out of bed straight towards him and dragging him into the shower.
It’s not romantic, not in the slightest - they argue over the water temperature and who’s taking up too much room. They don’t wash each other’s hair or look at each other with stars in their eyes. But, they leave their clothes on the floor and slip into bed naked, not holding each other, but not wincing when their shoulders touch.
“Did that really happen last night?” Murphy asks with a yawn, forcing Javi to confront reality after he’s pressed snooze more than once.
“I don’t know,” he says. “You tell me.”
“Yeah, yeah, I think so.” He sounds more confident with every word.
“Okay. Then, I think so too.”
#javier peña smut#javier pena smut#javier pena fanfiction#javier peña#steve murphy#stavier#javier peña x steve murphy
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i gotta tell you the thought process of the creation AND the Funny Haha Struggle story (not that funny but it is funny to me now) during the time i was working on this (2nd week of december 2024)
the inspiration/thought process notes:
obviously demonyawa’s jake and maria official illustrations for the spotify single versions of memories and titua
i was binging blue period at the time
listening to bawat piyesa by munimuni on loop — an opm song about grief and not knowing what to do without the person who is gone
and i thought of this famous art trope where character paints their loved one? i’m not sure where it originated but it could also be character carves a statue of loved one too— a bunch of the cool cn/jpn/kr artists keep cooking that prompt up but atm i CANNOT think of the specific i can share
so painting side is different soft coloring style than the foreground (mark/nicole) who are lined and more refined yay yippee cool im insane like that
now to tell you what happened to me during the creation of these:
when i finished sketches for both parts and jake’s coloring, i got really dizzy and nauseous!!! not a good sign!! i was talking to a friend in the ph but i said im hopping off call bc of dizziness
i thought that i was staring at the screen too long cause i was working with really saturated colors so i stepped away till i was yk better. i struggle with motion sickness too btw so i assumed this was my brain making me motion sick
guys. i. didnt feel better. APPARENTLY I WAS STRUCK BY THE ILLNESS. like i was physically sick the next 48 hrs. i find out ive got some stomach virus bc the ppl i lived with had it too. IT WAS SO BAD. i couldn’t eat bc it would immediately get out of my system (trying not to describe it grossly), but i couldn’t sleep bc i was so hungry…!! it was so bad its sooo laughable!! i only had like 2 hrs of sleep bc of my hunger meter was KILLING ME
and the funniest thing to me. listen.. i… i had another until then idea on the works before i worked on this “bawat piyesa” mark and nic pieces— and you know what that was? MARK BORJA SICK FIC/COMIC 😭😭😭 i make this LOSER SICK WITH THE HORROR OF A FEVER AND HE TRANSFERRED IT TO MEEEEEEEE WITH HIS MIND?!?!?
AND I HAD COLLEGE FINALS THE NEXT DAY?!?!?? IT WAS SOOO OVER!?!?!
there was nothing i could do abt it except take meds, sleep a bit, and eat nothing but soup and white bread and apples,, but i also had to be on this waiting period for the final online exam for my class to unlock 😭😭 so in the middle of all of that, i just started working on the bawat piyesa pieces when i didnt feel dizzy.
so yeah I HAVE NOOOO IDEA how i powered through all that. but i hope that you guys know now that these pieces were made through resilience. i am just so happy these artworks were so well received, and i still made it the vision that i wanted
i cooked at A Cost, but at least, I Made Peak
but also don’t neglect your health!! i could have never made it through if i just ignored the sickness. i never want to be that hungry ever again 😭😭
anong gagawin kung wala ka? dito ka na lang habambuhay.
version that only has maria and jake
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Re the ask about whether pro-Catalan/independence supporters tend to be left-wing, weirdly I've had Spaniards try to convince me that pro-Catalanism/independence is a right-wing movement, but they've never been able to take that further than a bald assertion -- it sounds more like a thought-terminating cliché, and it doesn't square with anything I've seen as an outsider.
Depends on who you ask, Catalans are stereotyped in opposite ways. Speaking Catalan or having a Catalan accent makes us "villagers", "poor and uneducated", and "stupid farmers" until it's the left wing who wants to criticize us, then Catalan makes us "bourgeois" and "never worked a day in their life" and "Catalonia was a flat land with nothing until Spanish people arrived and worked to build it". Catalan is "basically dead", "nobody even speaks it anymore", "it's only spoken by elderly people in villages and everyone else hates it and hates to be associated with it" but when it's more convenient it's "all-powerful", "if you don't speak Catalan they mistreat you", "everyone speaks Catalan all the time just to exclude Spanish speakers". Catalan independence is a "radical anti-capitalist extremist movement full of terrorists" and often gets mixed with "anarchist terrorists" until the person who wants to criticize it would think that's cool, then it's a "right-wing movement based on greed". Everything always has two completely opposite stereotypes, which allows them to criticize without having to actually listen to our experiences or what we have to say, they can decide simply based on their prejudiced beliefs.
They right-wing stereotype is a newer one, it started gaining popularity about 15 years ago at most and lots of Spanish nationalists have been obsessed with it since, even going as far as trying to fund a right-wing Catalan independence movement into existence. It's very strange because it comes out of nowhere, they're just obsessed with wanting it to become true because that would make their argument easy. Catalan people have always (for centuries) been stereotyped as greedy merchants (think the Jewish stereotype, in Spain many of the "jokes" that in English are "a Jewish man does x" in Spanish they're exactly the same word by word but with a Catalan instead; in fact in the 1900s in Spain there was a significant movement of antisemitic Spanish "intellectuals" who argued that Catalan people are "racially Semites") and this stereotyped is deeply believed in by many people in Spain. Thus, it's very easy to wave off pro-independence concerns with "ah see but it's just that they're being greedy! The whole point of independence is that they're secretly rich and don't want to share!". This is an easy way to make Spanish people not need to listen and rethink their prejudices, because holding on to the prejudices is seen as somehow "sticking it to the power", and it breaks leftist solidarity.
An example of how this belief manifests is some of the tweets posted by the Spanish actress Karla Sofía Gascón (the main actress in Emilia Pérez movie):
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Translation from Spanish:
1. I'm following the NASA press conference. There's water in Mars. Wow! Luckily NASA aren't Catalans, they would have kept it to themselves.
2. They invited a Catalan pro-independence man to a wedding and he ended up eating alone in a corner, he couldn't stand seeing food be shared with all the guests.
She was literally tweeting about imagined hypothetical horrible Catalan people she imagined. These people aren't real, this didn't happen, she just wanted to talk shit of Catalan people based on stereotypes. (There's another tweet by her calling Catalan independentists Nazi rats and saying she hopes we all die or rot in prison, which is not directly the stereotype we're talking about here but it goes to show where these beliefs end up taking the person who has them).
These aren't unusual and the only reason I'm pulling them out as examples is because she's a famous person and I think it's a better example than random people, but this is a widely-held belief in Spain. It doesn't make sense to paint a whole culture like this, and if we were to look for any clues I think we would find all the opposite, solidarity has always been very important in Catalan culture (like in most cultures throughout history!).
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Focus 𓂃 💧 ldh
:¨ ·.· ¨: paring ー ex!haechan x fem!reader (ft 7dream)
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ warnings : angst, smut, slight noncon (he pressures her into consenting at first), light exhibitionism, fingering, oral (fem rec.), mentions of cheating, pet names (angel, princess, etc), lmk if i missed any ^_^
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. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ authors note >< : my first post here :D!!! this is the second fic i actually decided to attempt to write.. so im so so so sorry if the pacing is off or the writing is weird LMFAO,, it took me way longer than id like to admit to finally finish this.. literally has been in my drafts since july of last year 😭 this was supposed to be inspired by focus by nct 127, unfortunately though i definitely went a little off track.. hopefully whoever reads this enjoys it as much as i do!! any and all feedback is welcome :3 psa.. though this was proof read like 89 times pls ignore any spelling errors im dyslexic ok
It’s been almost a year since you and Haechan broke up. You’ve spent every second since despising him. You hate the way he steals glances when he thinks you won’t notice. You hate the way his voice still lingers in the back of your mind when the room is too quiet, and more than anything, you hate how much you still find yourself craving the warmth of his touch at times.
You do your best to ignore him. You guys share the same friend group and hang out often. The last thing you’d want to do is make your shared friends feel tied up in your weird relationship drama. But it was hard when Haechan would joke around with them and slip in snide comments about you, glancing over at you with that stupid shit-eating grin plastered on his face, desperately trying to get a rise out of you.
Though you’ve convinced yourself you’re over him, completely given up, you sometimes wonder if he ever stops hating you. If, for even a second, he lets himself remember what it was like before everything fell apart. If he ever regrets the way he cheated on you and left you confused, and broken.
As the long-awaited spring break weekend arrived, you and your six friends — plus Haechan — found yourselves at Chenle’s summer estate, a secluded getaway nestled between towering pines that you all tended to visit every vacation you got. The midday sun filtered through sheer white curtains, casting warm patterns across the wooden floors of your designated room.
You wasted no time unpacking, barely bothering to fold your clothes as you stuffed them into the nearest dresser. The trip had only just started, and you already knew you wouldn’t be spending much time in this room, not when the sun was high, the water was cool, and the pool was calling your name.
Slipping into a simple black bikini, you gave yourself a once-over in the mirror. Satisfied, you grabbed your phone and headed for the door, the distant sound of laughter drifting up from downstairs. Voices overlapping, doors opening and closing. It was familiar, easy, the kind of noise that made the place feel lived in.
You exhaled, relaxation finally overriding your system. You were here to enjoy yourself, and nothing, not even the lingering tension of past mistakes, was going to change that.
In the kitchen, Mark and Renjun were hunched over the island, deep in some conversation you didn’t care enough to eavesdrop on as they cut up fruit. Everyone else was out by the pool, laughing, sunbathing, and just having a good time overall.
Everything felt easy, weightless, like nothing mattered beyond this weekend, beyond the warmth of the sun and the cool relief of the water.
Unfortunately for you, though, you saw him, and your mind immediately started to wander.
Haechan sat at the edge of the pool, legs submerged, an unreadable expression on his face as he stared out at the water. There was something detached about his gaze, like he wasn’t fully there. Like he was completely lost in thought about something else.
You rolled your eyes and turned away before you could linger too long. You hadn’t spoken to him once since getting here, and you weren’t about to start now. It was bad enough you had to share this weekend — just like every other moment with your friends — with him. He wasn’t going to ruin this for you. Not like he always did. You refused to let him get under your skin whatsoever.
Without a word, you walked past the kitchen, past the open doors, and stepped onto the sun-warmed patio, quietly taking a seat on a secluded sun lounger. The laughter, the sunlight, the cool water, all of it should have been enough to soothe you. And for the time being, it was.
You weren’t going to let him be the thing you noticed most.
A few hours had passed, the sun just barely starting to dip below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the patio. You and your friends were deep in discussions. Yet, despite the carefree energy surrounding you, your attention kept flickering toward the empty space where Haechan should’ve been.
You hadn’t seen him for a while now — not that you cared, but you could definitely tell something was on his mind, slowly eating away at him. Usually, he would do everything in his power to irritate and annoy you, take every opportunity he had to glare so intensely you swore he was trying to burn holes into your skin, but today he was quiet. Too quiet.
You told yourself it didn’t matter, that he’d probably just had a rough day and called it quits, going back to his room. Yet the longer you sat there, the more you found yourself unconsciously searching for him.
Shaking off the thought, you stretched your arms above your head, sighing as the stiffness from sitting too long settled into your shoulders. Deciding you needed a break, you made your way inside, stepping into the dimly lit kitchen. The faint hum of the fridge filled the quiet space as you reached for a glass, the cool sensation of condensation forming against your fingertips while you poured yourself a drink.
Just as the first sip of cold juice touched your lips, a sudden grip on your hips sent a sharp jolt up your spine. Your breath hitched, fingers tightening around the glass as a shiver coursed through your body. The grip was firm, possessive even, harshly pushing your back against their chest.
For a split second, your mind raced. The silence behind you felt heavy, the presence lingering close. Immediately, you knew it was Haechan, the fear in your body being quickly overridden with irritation as you grabbed his wrists and forced his hands off your body.
“Don’t touch me, Donghyuck.” Your voice was a weird mix of soft yet stern, it only made his smirk grow wider. His hands immediately moved back to your hips, fingers digging in so harshly you were sure it would leave bruises. A small hiss slipped past your lips before he rested his chin on your shoulder, his lips grazing the shell of your ear.
“Why not? I know you miss my touch, baby.” He whispered sweetly, his hands pressing you further against him. Your ass flush against the bulge in his swimsuit made you wince, the pressure of his fingers digging into your hips sent an intense pain through your body. You hesitated for a second, your breath catching in your throat, before you reluctantly set the cup down on the counter.
“No need to get all dumb and quiet, you're shaking so much… just let Hyuckie take care of you the way he always did. Yeah, angel?” He spoke again, his hands abandoning your hips to slide down to your thighs, gripping them tight as his lips pressed hot, hungry kisses down the back of your neck and shoulder. You shook your head, a small, desperate "no" slipping from your lips, barely more than a breath.
Too many emotions surged within you, too disoriented to make sense of them all. A mixture of irritation, confusion, and fear gnawed at the pit of your stomach. You could feel the heat of his body behind you, his every movement making your pulse race even faster.
Something inside you screamed to get away, but another part of you… made you hesitate, made your mind make excuses telling you to stop trying to squirm out of his grasp. Maybe it was the slight yearning you've had for his touch since you've broken up, but you couldn’t admit that to him. Let alone yourself. You hated everything about this interaction, it made you sick to your stomach and you wanted nothing more than to get away and forget all about it. Everything about this made you feel so vulnerable.
“No? Not something my pretty girl would say… You don’t have to lie, baby, I know deep down this is what you want. Isn’t it, yn?” He spoke smoothly, his voice low and almost commanding.
You hated the way his words rang in your head, you especially hated the way your body reacted to his voice. Your legs subconsciously squeezing together before your breath caught sharply in your throat once more, feeling his hand slide from your thigh straight to the lining of your bikini bottoms.
Gently yet urgently he tugged the cloth aside, the cool air brushing against your warm core making a small whine leave your mouth. He chuckled deeply ー his fingers wasting no time circling painfully slow motions to your swollen bud.
"C'mon, angel, say it." He cooed softly into your ear, his chest somehow pressing even more into your back. His breath, warm and unrelenting against your skin, it made goosebumps rise across your arms and legs. You felt a chill despite the heat of his presence, your body instinctively tensing under his touch.
You knew, deep down, that no matter what you said, he wouldn't stop. That was how these situations always played out after all. But you also knew Haechan, you know the one thing he hates most is not getting what he wants, the thought of saying no and the lingering uncertainty of what he might do next made your stomach churn.
Not knowing what else to do besides pray that one of your friends outside just a few feet away would walk in and end this before it went any further. You hesitated, your body trembling ever so slightly as you nodded, almost unwillingly.
“I… I want this,” you murmured, the words slipping from your lips before you could stop them. “Hyuck…”
He hummed softly, his warm breath fanned against your skin, sending another shiver down your spine as his lips trailed lower, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. His pace was slow, deliberate as if he was savoring every reaction he pulled from you. His teeth grazed the delicate skin just below your jaw, a teasing bite followed by the soothing heat of his tongue. All simultaneously followed by his fingers moving faster against your poor clit.
A quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest, the sound low and pleased as he tilted your head further to the side, exposing more of your neck to him. His hands, warm and pace steady. You did everything in your power to fight back the little whines and moans escaping your lips, you couldn’t stand how much you loved the way he touched you, you wanted to hate this, wanted that escape still but your body completely told him otherwise. Your legs slightly shaking and hands tightly gripping the counter in front of you.
Your noises had him smirking against your skin, his grip on your thigh tightening as he pulled you closer like he couldn't stand the thought of any space between you. His hips now rolling against you in his own desperate but steady motions.
"You like that, don't you?" he murmured, voice dipping into something lower, rougher. His teeth grazed over the fresh mark he'd left on your skin, a silent claim, before he moved lower, trailing kisses along the curve of your shoulder.
His hand on your leg slid up your back, fingers tracing lazily over your spine before tangling into your hair. He gave it a soft tug, guiding your head back just enough for him to meet your gaze. His eyes were darker now, half-lidded as he studied you the way your lips parted, your chest rising and falling a little faster than before.
"You're always so sensitive," he spoke, his voice dripping with amusement as he added more pressure. The pads of his fingers rough against your clit made you whimper louder than intended. "You need to be quiet, baby. Want all our friends to hear how good i make you feel?"
You weakly shook your head, your mind far too dazed to comprehend anything he was saying. The heat between your legs was unbearable, every nerve in your body still buzzing from his touch. But before you could even catch your breath, the sound of the patio door sliding open made your stomach drop.
Haechan didn't hesitate. In one swift motion, his hands were off your aching clit and immediately readjusting your swimsuit bottoms back into place, hands pulling away from you like he hadn't just been driving you insane seconds ago. His expression didn't falter, not even a flicker of guilt or hesitation crossing his features as he reached for your glass on the counter, bringing it to his lips as if this was just another casual moment.
Renjun barely had time to take in the scene as he stepped inside, his gaze flickering between the two of you. His eyes briefly landed on you— your messy hair, your flushed cheeks, the way your arms instinctively wrapped around yourself like you were trying to shrink into the background. Embarrassment weighed heavily in your posture, but Haechan? He was completely unbothered, standing there with the same nonchalant douchebag grin you were used to seeing him with.
Renjun blinked, his confusion evident for a moment before he shrugged, deciding not to question it. Haechan, who was proud of himself for getting away with this, stepped away from you with an easy stretch, barely sparing you another glance as he made his way past Renjun.
And just like that, he was gone, slipping back outside to join the others without so much as a second thought, leaving you standing there messy, breathless, and weirdly turned on.
For the rest of that night and the entire next day, you did everything in your power to avoid Haechan. The situation alone left you unsettled, a shiver running down your spine whenever you thought about it. You hated everything about it — the way it happened, the way it made you feel. But what you loathed most was yourself. How you let him take advantage of you like that. How fear had rooted you in place, keeping you from standing your ground.
Now, late into the night, the house was quiet. Everyone had retreated to their rooms, either fast asleep or winding down from another relaxing day. But you were restless. Lying in bed, replaying everything over and over, had become unbearable. Eventually, you’d had enough.
Slipping on a clean bikini, you made your way outside to the hot tub by the pool. The cool night air contrasted with the steam rising from the water, the moonlight reflecting off its surface in shimmering waves. The soft hum of crickets mixed with the bubbling water, a gentle, rhythmic sound that finally eased the tension gripping your body. As you sank into the warmth, the heat wrapped around you, melting away the stiffness in your muscles, a contented sigh leaving your lips.
Your eyes fluttered shut, head tilted back as the soothing warmth of the water surrounded you. You didn’t notice the soft, subtle sound of the patio door sliding open or the quiet patter of footsteps approaching you. Your mind was too consumed by the quiet, the weight of everything else you had been trying to push aside.
But then, you felt the shift in the air as legs brushing against yours. Your head snapped up in surprise, only to meet Haechan’s gaze. A cold rush of panic ran through you, and your body tensed instantly. The chill spread down your spine as the faintest shiver of fear crawled up, uninvited. The instinct to run surged, but something about the way he was looking at you, something almost… apologetic, stopped you cold. You stayed rooted to your spot, too nervous to speak, your heart hammering in your chest as his eyes locked with yours.
Haechan studied you, his gaze narrowing slightly as he noticed the stiff tension in your posture. It hit him, a soft pang of regret, that you might be afraid of him right now. The thought twisted in his chest. He shifted, eyes dropping to the bubbles swirling in the water, giving himself a moment to collect his thoughts. When he looked back at you, his voice was gentle, almost too soft, a stark contrast to the way he last spoke to you.
“Why are you so scared? You know me better than anyone… I would never do anything to hurt you.”
His words made your stomach churn, the sudden tenderness sending an unsettling ripple through you.
The way he said it, so calm, so careful, it made your skin crawl in the worst way. It was all wrong— this soft tone wasn’t the one you were used to. Either he was always cocky and annoyed when he talked to you, or you truly haven’t heard this tone from him since you guys dated.
You could barely manage to hold his gaze as his words hung in the air, thick with something you couldn’t place, something that felt all too fragile. Your eyes shifted back to him, your lips twisted into a small, tight frown. “Your actions say otherwise, Haechan.”
Haechan’s eyes flickered with regret. Softly, he shook his head. “I know. I’m sorry, okay? I just… I lost control. I let my thoughts get the best of me. You didn’t deserve that.”
“What’s with the sudden change? How do you go from loving me to hating me to… doing what you did and now being sorry for it? It doesn’t make sense at all.”
The words hit Haechan harder than he expected. He leaned back slightly, running a hand through his hair, frustration building.
“I never hated you.”
“Felt like you did. And the feeling was strongly mutual.”
“No, come on, you know that’s not true.” Haechan’s voice was pleading, but it was strained with his own guilt. “You ended our relationship, your own free will, because in your words, you ‘couldn’t take this anymore.’
The fear in your demeanor quickly faded, immediately being replaced with irritation. You exhaled sharply, staring at the water for a moment to ground yourself. “You literally cheated on me,” you finally said, your voice trembling but still firm. “How do you expect me not to hate you?”
Haechan froze for a moment, his heart sinking. He knew he had done something unforgivable. He couldn’t deny that. But hearing it out loud, it was still a punch to the gut. “You cheated on me first,” he shot back, but the words felt hollow, even to him. “I just… I wanted you to feel the way I felt.”
Your expression twisted into disbelief. “What are you talking about? I never cheated on you?” You turned fully to face him now. “Even if that was true, how the fuck would two wrongs make a right?”
Haechan bit his lip, staring down at the water, avoiding your gaze. He had nothing to say to that. “I didn’t know better. I just did the first thing that came to mind. But I know the truth now, yn. You don’t need to lie about it.”
“Donghyuck,” you said softly, but it was almost like a warning. “You don’t know anything. Why would I cheat on you?”
The silence stretched for a moment, thick and heavy. Finally, Haechan looked up at you, his face softened with regret. “You tell me. I saw you unblock your ex on Instagram. His name was constantly popping up on your phone, and you were going out more often. Obviously, I assumed the worst.”
Your eyes narrowed at him once again, desperately trying to make sense of his words. “Okay… so you could’ve talked to me like a normal person?” You paused for a moment, sighing softly.
“I unblocked him because we ran into each other at a café, and honestly, we had a nice conversation. He started texting me more because he wanted to apologize for the way he treated me and ask me how I was doing. I only started going out more because you were always hanging out with Mark, and I wanted to be with my own friends as well.”
Haechan swallowed hard, his hands now gripping the edge of the tub as if to anchor himself. “So you guys never met up again?”
“No,” you replied, your voice laced with annoyance and slight disbelief that he’d even ask. “God, fuck no. I didn’t even accept his apology. My replies to him were so dry, and I kept mentioning you so much that he gave up and stopped talking to me.”
Haechan’s face flushed with shame. His eyes softened as he let out a quiet, “oh… I’m so sorry, yn..”
You looked at him for a long moment, as if assessing him, as if trying to decide if you could still be mad. You shook your head softly, your frustration still there but it was slipping. Your shoulders sagged, as you let out a breath you didn’t realize you'd been holding. “Yeah, you should be. I can’t believe you didn't just talk to me in the first place.” Your words were more tired than angry now, but they still carried weight.
But despite it all, despite the anger and the hurt, there was a crack in your resolve. You missed him, he missed you too, and you knew that. The silence between the two of you grew heavy again as your gaze softened, just a little.
He inched his way closer, the warmth of his palm grazing your skin as he cupped your cheek with delicate hesitation. His pleading searched yours, as if he was begging for your forgiveness.
“Yes, let me make it all up to you…” His voice was barely above a whisper, thick with something between regret and desperation.
You turned your head slightly, just enough to put distance between his touch and your resolve. “Hyuck, I don’t—”
“Please?” he interrupted, his thumb ghosting over your cheekbone. There was no force in his touch, only quiet insistence, as if the weight of his remorse alone could change your mind.
You let out a small breath you didn’t realize you were holding, your resolve crumbling at the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered. With a slow nod, your fingers found their way to his shoulders, pulling him slightly closer to you.
That was all the permission he needed.
Without hesitation, his lips crashed onto yours, desperate yet careful, as if he was scared you’d pull away. His hands trembled slightly as they found their place, one still cradling your cheek, the other gripping your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You could feel the way his fingers dug in, not enough to hurt, but enough to make it clear that he wasn’t letting go.
The kiss was deep, laced with something far more potent than just lust. There was an unspoken desperation, a need to feel, to forget, to forgive. Quiet hums and breathless moans melted into each other's mouths, the heat between you building with every passing second. Your fingers slipped into his hair, tugging just enough to make his breath hitch, a quiet groan vibrating against your lips.
His grip on you tightened. His hands roamed, one splayed against the small of your back, the other trailing up your side before settling just beneath your ribs, as if he needed to feel every inch of you. He let out a shaky exhale before his tongue slid past your parted lips, deepening the kiss, making it messier, hungrier. His lips moved against yours with urgency, like he was afraid to let go.
The way his body pressed flush against yours sent a heat straight to your core, your legs instinctively tightening around his waist. He couldn’t help but moan at the feeling, his restraint slipping with every desperate press of your lips, every soft gasp that fell from you.
His hands gripped your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto the edge of the hot tub. The cool air met your damp skin, sending a shiver down your spine, but his touch, his mouth on yours, burned hotter than the water that lapped at your calves.
His lips never left yours, kissing you like he could pull you deeper into him, like if he kissed you hard enough, it would erase the distance that had once existed between you. His fingers kneaded into your hips, thumbs rubbing slow, teasing circles against your skin. He swallowed your whimper, his own breath coming out unsteady as he pressed himself closer, needing more, needing you.
"Missed you so much, pretty girl... could never forgive myself for letting you go." His words were whispered against your lips, each syllable dripping with regret and longing. His voice was low, raspy, barely holding together the emotions threatening to spill over.
Before you could respond, his lips left yours, trailing soft, lingering kisses down your jaw, moving slowly and deliberately, as if savoring the moment. His breath was warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he nipped at the delicate flesh of your neck.
Instinctively, you tilted your head back, granting him more space to roam, your grip tightening in his hair as breathless pants and whimpers spilled from your lips.
His hands, firm yet reverent, traced down your sides as he continued his descent, mouth exploring every inch of you like he was trying to memorize the feeling all over again. Lips pressed against your shoulders, slow and sensual. His teeth grazed over your collarbone before he kissed his way lower, down the swell of your chest, your stomach, your thighs, taking his time, as if each kiss was an unspoken apology.
He missed this. He missed the way your body reacted under his touch, the way you shivered and tensed, the way your breath hitched with every kiss. His fingers caressed your skin with a delicate kind of desperation, like he was afraid you'd slip away again.
“God, you're so beautiful," he murmured against your thigh, voice drenched in need. His hands squeezed at your hips, holding you in place as he looked up at you, eyes dark with lust. He wanted to worship you, to love you in every way possible, to make you feel just how desperate he was for you, for your forgiveness.
You looked down at him, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, lips parted softly as you tried to steady the emotions rushing through you. Your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.
“I missed you just as much, Hyuck," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, thick with longing. “I needed your touch more than anything."
A slow, satisfied smile curved at his lips before he leaned in, pressing delicate kisses up your thigh, inching closer, making sure you felt every lingering second of his touch.
"You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that," he murmured against your skin, lips grazing over sensitive flesh.
Then, without breaking eye contact, he pressed a sweet, lingering kiss straight to your clothed core. The gesture was both reverent and teasing, a silent promise laced in the way he held you, the way his fingers squeezed at your sides like he was grounding himself in your presence.
"Let me take care of you, baby," he whispered, voice deep and filled with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. "I'll be gentle, the way you always liked."
His fingers traced slow, featherlight patterns along your thighs, his lips followed soon after, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses, leaving warmth in their wake. Every motion, every touch, was deliberate like he was savoring you, worshiping you, determined to make up for every second you'd been apart.
You shivered at his words, your fingers instinctively threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan softly against your skin. The heat pooling in your core only grew as he pressed another kiss over the dampened fabric between your thighs, his nose grazing against you in a way that had you biting back a whimper.
"Hyuck," you breathed out, barely able to keep yourself still under his touch.
His hands gripped your hips tighter, anchoring you in place as his lips moved deliberately, teasing, testing your patience. "Shh, baby," he murmured, his voice sending shivers straight through you. "Just let me take my time with you."
Another slow, lingering kiss against the sensitive spot between your legs had your back arching slightly, a needy whine slipping past your lips. He chuckled lowly at your reaction, pressing his mouth to your inner thigh, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark. His tongue soothed over the spot immediately after, his free hand sliding up your stomach, fingers tracing over your ribs like he needed to feel every inch of you under his touch.
"So pretty," he murmured against your skin, "Missed touching you... missed tasting you."
Your breath hitched at his words, your body reacting to every bit of his attention. His touch was gentle yet possessive, his lips slow and deliberate, as if savoring the way you trembled beneath him. His hands roamed, memorizing every dip and curve, pressing soft, warm kisses along your hips before his fingers toyed with the waistband of your soaked underwear.
"Tell me you want this," he whispered, his lips ghosting just above where you needed him most. His voice was soft, pleading, as if he needed to hear you say it, to know you wanted this just as badly as he did.
You looked down at him, eyes hazy with need, your fingers tightening in his hair as you gave the smallest nod. "I do, Hyuck," you whispered breathlessly. "I need you."
His eyes darkened at your words, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. "That's all I needed to hear, baby."
And with that, he wasted no time sliding off your bikini bottoms, tossing them aside carelessly before spreading your thighs apart, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of you. Without a second thought, he dipped his face into your heat, his lips brushing the sensitive skin with an intensity that made you gasp.
You could feel the heat radiating off him as his breath fanned over you, a soft shiver running through your body. His fingers sunk into your thighs, keeping you steady as he kissed you slowly, teasingly, taking his time to savor every inch of you. You couldn't help the soft moans that escaped your lips as his tongue finally made contact with your aching clit, warm and relentless, moving in slow, deliberate strokes that had you bucking against him instinctively.
His eyes flicked up to meet yours, "You taste so fucking good," he murmured against you, his voice husky and laced with need.
He was quick to pick up his pace, lapping at your pussy like his life depended on it. The way his mouth moved against you made you forget everything time, space, the world around you. All that mattered was the heat that coiled inside you, building with every passing second as his hands tightened their grip.
You felt yourself unraveling, the pressure in your chest mounting, the tension in your core winding tighter and tighter until you couldn't hold back any longer. The way he drove you to the edge without hesitation, without mercy, was maddening. You gripped his hair, tugging him closer, your body unable to stop itself from reacting to him.
"Hyuck.." you gasped, your voice breathless, barely a whisper as you dug your fingers into his scalp.
"Please..."
He smirked against you, the feeling of his lips curving into a grin sending another surge of heat through your body. "Please what, baby?" he teased, his voice low.
"I need you," you whimpered, barely able to keep your composure. "so bad.."
He chuckled softly, his breath warm against your sensitive skin, lifting his head just enough to lick his lips with a sly grin. "Be patient, angel," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Can you do that for me?"
You whined softly, the sound barely escaping your throat, before nodding eagerly, your body desperate for him, hips arched forward instinctively, silently begging him to continue.
He smirked, the dark gleam in his eyes full of satisfaction as he saw the way you squirmed under his gaze. "Good girl," he praised, his voice smooth like honey, almost cruel in how calm it was. "Just sit there, keep making those pretty little noises for me."
And with that, he dove back in, his mouth moving against you with newfound urgency, his tongue working you over with perfect precision. The wet sounds of his lips against your cunt mixed with the breathless moans spilling from your mouth, the pleasure so overwhelming it left your head spinning.
Your hands gripped at his hair, tugging sharply as your hips rocked forward, meeting his movements in a desperate attempt to chase the high only he could give you. He groaned at the sensation, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure shooting through your body.
Then, without warning, you felt his fingers tracing along your folds, teasing you with slow, torturous strokes.
"So wet for me," he mumbled, his breath hot against your slick skin. "You want more princess?"
You nodded frantically, your grip tightening on him.
"Please, Hyuck," you whined, your voice trembling.
A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest before he finally slipped two fingers inside you, slow and deliberate, letting you feel every inch of him. Your walls clenched around him immediately, a sharp gasp leaving your lips as he curled his finger just right, pressing against that perfect spot that had you seeing stars.
"There you go," he cooed, watching your body react to him. "Always take me so well, pretty girl."
His lips quickly made their way back to your clit, tongue flicking gently as he wrapped his lips around it, sucking you with a newfound passion.
The sensation was overwhelming, the combination of his mouth and fingers sending a hot, electric pulse through your veins. Your legs trembled, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the pressure in your core built higher and higher, coiling so tightly you thought you might snap at any second.
"Hyuck-" you choked out, your thighs tightening around his head.
He hummed against you, the sound vibrating through your entire body as his fingers quickened their pace, fucking into you with more intensity, more purpose. He could feel you getting closer, your body tensing, your moans turning into desperate, broken cries.
"That's it, pretty," he murmured against your heat, his voice rough with desire. "cum for me, baby."
And with one last flick of his tongue and a perfectly timed curl of his fingers, you shattered. The pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing as your release hit you with blinding force. Your back arched off the edge, a strangled moan tearing from your throat as he worked you through it, not stopping until your body was shaking from the overstimulation.
Only then did he finally pull away, his fingers slipping out of you slowly, as he pressed one last kiss against your sore soaked pussy. He looked up at you, his lips glistening, a cocky smirk playing on his face.
"That's my girl," he murmured, bringing his fingers up to his lips and sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours.
"I’ll never get enough of how good you taste."
love letter from mae 💌 augegsgshsj 😵💫,, i wanted to add more to the end but i physically cannot bring myself to.. maybe one day a pt2 will be in the works if people actually enjoy this! lmk lmk lmk!
ty for reading!! ♥︎♪ヽ(*´∀`)ノ
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OKAY this whole sequence is so interesting though!!
Let's review the final imagery step by step bc there's cool parallels between them and some earlier murals and loooore!
First we have Solas, presumably before he was called Solas, standing under a three-layer sun with 16 triangles, there's four light beams coming from the sun.
Then Solas is stood in front of the six-eyed Dread Wolf that's now obscuring the light beams. The sun has also changed colour. I think this may be indicating where in the elven cosmogeny story we are: after Elgar'nan threw down the Sun and Mythal raised the moon as the Sun's pale reflection. Solas in front of the moon alongside the wolf is also reminiscent of this mural:
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We see the entire sky covered in triangles that are typically associated with the Fade or the Veil.
Next the imagery is changed from the storyboard, where we see the idols of the Evanuris instead of what's presumably the golden city/Arlathan. It's night here and it seems even more likely that we're seeing a moon.
This image has a parallels in its composition with this mural! Light and dark are inverted however, which makes sense when you think about how night used to be day before Elgar'nan changed that.
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But it also calls back to the first image in the sequence and depicts certain elements from Threnodies, in the chant:
The children of the Maker gathered before his golden throne and sang hymns of praise unending. But their songs were the songs of the cobblestones. They shone with the golden light reflected from the Maker's throne. They held forth the banners that flew on their own.
Now this could just be a fun coincidence, but I think it may be a deliberate nod to the chant because we see cobblestones on the ground there. We see that where there once were mountains we now have buildings, just as pointy but nowhere near as majestic. This could also be about the Moon being a reflection of the Sun's former glory. Then there are the Evanuris, spirits, the banners that fly on their own, or fly without wind as is written earlier in Threnodies.
I'm keeping these next three images together. Note how the city has disappeared: the trees that were previously in the background are now all that remain.
The last image with the Evanuris becoming the life force of the veil is, again, a mirror of the Creation of the Veil mural from Trespasser.
There's also the DA4/dread wolf promo images, this one could be an in between step here:
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And finally, Solas begins to tear down the Veil:
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Which similar to this image, but it's upside down:
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And to highlight some elements from the storyboards. This image in particular:
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Earlier in the storyboard the mandala is described as a magical seal, in the final sequence it slowly rotates to eventually slot into place. The light at the center was white but is now green, the colour of Fade/rift magic.
Some elements of this mandala can be found in art used for codex entries:
In image one, when the two circles overlap, a third circle with the Fade in the middle appears. Image two seems to depict Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain in the Fade, protected from some kind of dripping black goo. The third image is a seemingly incomplete version of the mandala, but it does have a faded and possibly crumbling circle in the middle.
These seals are noticeably different from other magical seals, wards, spells etc. in the game that are depicted in a similar way:
We know from dialogue between Solas and Emmrich, combined with the Magic Dampener Notes, that the Veil is a direct inverse of Solas's magical signature, which likely means that this is how he shields the Fade from the world. Makes me wonder if the magical seal is a depiction of his magical signature.
Anyway, no real conclusion to this, just thought it's really neat and wanted to share my thoughts!
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Veilguard: 2D Prologue
By Nick Thorborrow
#dragon age meta#dragon age spoilers#veilguard spoilers#dragon age the veilguard#dragon age mural#Image heavy#long post#Dragon age#Solar#Elgar'nan#Evanuris
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