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Lost Time

Horacio Carrillo x F!Reader

For Day 25 of @narcosfandomdiscord's July Smut Alphabet: yearning

Warnings: 18+, smut, language, light angst

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Horacio Carrillo and his messy relationships, my beloveds 😌

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You’d lost track of the last time the two of you had spoken. The last phone call between you felt like it had happened lifetimes ago. The last face-to-face conversation? Even longer than that. You both had the feeling that it was coming. Inevitable was too strong of a word, but it was much more than probable.

It would only be so long before he really started holding it against you. You knew that was coming, too. No one got to leave him and let it be a clean break. There always had to be a little bit of a mess. He was practically hardwired for it.

Which was why you didn’t know how shocked you really were when you walked through the airport and saw him standing there waiting for you.

“Horacio?” you said, adjusting the bag on your shoulder.

“I heard you were coming home,” he said, his tone painfully neutral. “I wanted to see it for myself.”

His tone was controlled but you could see it in his eyes that there was more he wanted to say. There was more that he wanted to get into. He wouldn’t do that here, though, not in front of so many people. The look in his eyes almost made you want to remind him that Colombia might’ve been home for him, but it wasn’t home for you. Especially not once he stopped calling.

“Well,” you shrugged, “here I am.”

Your assumption was that the person getting you from the airport was going to be Steve or Javi. Someone from your team. Someone that you figured might still actually want to see you. It crossed your mind that maybe Carrillo had missed you more than his lack of letters and phone calls led you to believe. That, or he just wanted to give you a bit of a hard time and a cold shoulder about the whole ordeal. One of those felt a little more likely than the other.

He at least helped you with your bags. You had the backpack on your shoulders, pulling one rolling suitcase with you while he had the other. It was amazing to you that you’d learned to parse your life down to three bags. If someone had told you five years ago that you’d be able to do that, and that you wouldn’t feel like you were missing parts of yourself in doing so, you would’ve told them that they were insane.

He loaded everything into the back of the CNP vehicle. You made your way to the passenger seat. Just as you were going to buckle yourself in, Carrillo pulled the driver’s door open. And, just for a moment, it felt like you’d never left. There was that strange air of routine to it all. The problem was that everything else about the two of you felt different, strained in a way it never used to be.

“I was just going to head home,” you said as he put the key in the ignition, “unless they really need me there today.”

He gave a slight shake of his head. “Tomorrow is fine.”

“Alright.”

“Same building, right?”

You nodded, watching as his hand maneuvered the gear-shift and put the car in drive. “Yea. Same building. Couple floors up from where I was before.” You paused, trying to cut through whatever weird lingering tension was still in the air between you. “Peña and Murphy will have to put in a little work now if they wanna come up and see me.”

You were ready for him to make a comment about that. Some remark about how you’d still have your same place, the little shoebox of an apartment that had a balcony with a view that made up for all the rest of it, if you just hadn’t up and left. You could see the comments practically dancing on the tip of his tongue. There was a slight shift in his jaw as he bit them back, and you almost wished that he’d let them fly. Him being angry with you would make the previous weeks and weeks of silence a little more understandable. Maybe even palatable.

Whatever snide remarks he’d come up with, he stored away for another time. Anger that he would take out on someone else at a later date, you were sure. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he forced out a simple, “Okay.”

When he pulled into the parking lot of your apartment building, you were ready for him to help you get your bags out, and then just leave the rest of it to you. It wasn’t as though you expected him to come up and help you unpack. Part of you was still surprised that he’d been the one to come and get you. You couldn’t tell what his angle was. You’d seen enough of his anger to know what that was like, and this wasn’t it. But it didn’t feel the same way that it used to between you either.

“I can get it from here,” you told him when he set your bags on the ground.

He shook his head. “I’ll help.”

“Horacio—”

“It’s fine.”

Of all the arguments that the two of you were practically destined to get into in the coming weeks, you weren’t going to let this be one of them. Grabbing one suitcase, you left the other for him. “Thank you.”

Slipping the key into the lock on the door, you let yourself in. You walked in first, Carrillo following close behind. You looked around the apartment as you stepped into it. It was nice enough, the way that most of the housing agents were put up in tended to be. It wasn’t luxury, but it was comfortable. That was really all you needed. You’d only be there to sleep anyway, and it wasn’t as though any of you did enough of that.

“I’d offer you a drink or something,” you told him, chuckling quietly as you dropped your backpack to the floor, “but I’m pretty sure I’ve got nothing to offer.”

“It’s alright.”

The two of you stood there in the space between your new living room and kitchen, the one patch of apartment that had nothing furnishing it. You waited for him to leave, or say something. It still felt like you were waiting for the other shoe to drop. You watched him as he looked around, like your government-furnished apartment was suddenly the most interesting thing he’d ever seen before.

“I didn’t think that you’d be the one to come get me,” you told him honestly, cutting through the silence since he clearly had no intention to.

“Why not?”

You laughed, more out of shock than amusement. Carrillo was many things, but he wasn’t stupid. Stubborn, yes, but not stupid. There was no way that he didn’t understand what you meant, why you said it. “You didn’t even want to make a phone call, Horacio.” You shook your head. “Going out of your way to play chauffer didn’t seem like it was going to be in the cards.”

“It’s not that I didn’t want to.” His response was quick, his words quiet. You were expecting an edge to his voice but found none.

“No?” you asked, still not believing him.

“I didn’t think that you were ever coming back. So,” he looked down at the floor, shaking his head, “what was the point?”

“The point?” You stepped in closer to him. “I care about you. That was the point. I figured you cared about me too. Maybe that could’ve been the point.”

“Of course I cared.” He caught himself. “Care.”

You frowned. “Cutting me out without telling me why was a weird way to show that.”

“I couldn’t keep listening to you knowing that I wasn’t ever going to see you again. Talking to you, hearing about your day,” he shook his head, “when I wasn’t part—”

“You were part of it, though,” you countered, practically chest-to-chest with him now. “That’s why I spent so much time fucking calling you, writing you. That was you being part of my day. Me being part of yours.” Tears began to sting at the edges of your eyes, emotions you hadn’t had the time to feel in months bubbling back to the surface. “Then you gave it up.”

“You left first,” he argued, but his voice was still quiet.

“But you stopped trying first.”

He wanted to tell you the truth. He wanted to be able to say it all, but words had never been his strong suit. He wanted to tell you that every night he’d get off the phone and for as much as he loved hearing your voice on the other end of the line, it felt like someone dropped a weight on his chest each time he put the phone back down on the receiver. For as much as he loved reading every letter from you, studying all the intricacies of your handwriting, having to see a return address that was so far from where he was stung. He wasn’t enough to make you stay, and the ache of missing you was one type of pain he didn’t know how to stomach.

There was only a shred of distance left between the two of you, but you erased it anyway. Resting your hand on his shoulder, you squeezed lightly. “I missed you.”

His eyes went to your hand, traveling up your arm until they finally reached your face. “I missed you too.” He took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax slightly as he leaned in and let his forehead rest against yours. “It’s why I stopped picking up.”

Your eyes shut, and you could feel the tears that were clinging to your eyelashes. “You should’ve said that.”

He couldn’t go back and fix what had already happened, change the things that he did or didn’t say. But he could tell you now, at least. “I stopped because it hurt, because you weren’t coming back. It felt foolish, like I was holding out hope for something that wasn’t going to—”

“But it did,” you said, cutting him off. “And we could’ve had all that time.”

It was an argument that the two of you easily could’ve kept taking in circles. He could keep saying you kicked it all off by leaving, and you could keep saying that he put the final nail in the coffin because he stopped answering your calls. You were both right, and it wasn’t getting either of you anywhere.

“And now?” he asked.

You brought your hand from his shoulder to the side of his face, thumb grazing along his cheek. “I still miss you.”

He felt the way your thumb stopped moving, the way the tips of your fingers pressed into his skin just slightly. You were almost pulling him towards you, but you stopped yourself. Like you heard the words but were still deciding what they meant, how much weight was really behind them. So instead of saying anything more, Carrillo decided that he would just show you instead.

Lifting his chin, he moved just enough to bring his lips to yours. A gesture that was supposed to be soft, a gentle punctuation to prove that he meant what he’d said to you. But the moment that he felt the soft warmth of your lips against his, all of that went out the window. The second he could feel the quick breath that you sucked in when you realized what was happening, all he could do was desperately try to pour himself into you.

His arms snaked around you, pulling himself tight to you. His lips slotted against yours, desperate and bruising. Desperate to put all those nights filled with longing and missing you into something that would actually do one of you some sort of good. He didn’t know who was getting more out of it at that point. He didn’t really care.

He was everything you remembered, all hunger and need, traces of cigarette smoke still lingering on his tongue. A filthy habit you had been on him to quit but in that moment it tasted like coming home. Your fingers curled into the stiff material of his fatigues, needing to find purchase in something to make sure it was all real, that it wasn’t just part of a cruel trick he was playing.

He stopped kissing you for a moment, but his lips were still brushing against yours as he spoke. “I missed you,” he repeated.

In all the late night and early morning calls, the letters that went back and forth, he never really said it like that. Not so concisely, so directly. Like saying it as such would’ve given it too much power, made the distance between you and the yearning that filled it a little too real and too heavy. But now you were in front of him. You were here and he was kissing you, holding you. And he could say it. It was safe to say it now because he already had you back.

You were going to tell him the same, let him know that he wasn’t alone in all of this. He never had been. But he didn’t give you the chance. His lips crashed against yours once more, none of the calculated finesse that was such a staple with the Colonel in any other capacity. It nearly knocked the wind out of you, made your knees buckle, but it didn’t matter because he was holding you tightly enough to keep you from crumbling anyway.

Suddenly he had you falling back onto the sofa. He moved you through the apartment with the ease of someone who had been spending time there with you for weeks already. You didn’t fight him on it, letting your back hit the cushions, his body pinning to yours as he followed you down. You were pulling at his shirt, untucking it from the pants of his fatigues. His hands were already working at your button and zipper, each of you trying to peel the layers off each other as quickly and as clumsily as possible.

It'd gone differently in his head, all the nights when his mind wandered and conjured up what it would be like if he got to see you again, have you again like he used to. It was never quite like this when he pictured it. He’d given himself too much credit, thinking that he would be able to hold back at all, control himself. He couldn’t. From the second he felt the warmth of your skin against his, the tickle of your breath against his jaw, there was no moderation to be found.

Next time, he thought to himself as he yanked your jeans down your legs, next time he would drag it out. He’d take his time with you. But this had all been dragged out long enough. He wouldn’t have even taken the time to bother with his shirt if you hadn’t started with it first, but that was one thing he could easily do for you. He didn’t have it in him to take his time, but he could at least give you that. It hit the floor right before the rest of his clothes.

The groan that he let out as he pushed into you set every inch of you on fire. Your nails dug into his back, raking along skin that you hadn’t been able to touch in far too long. His lips moved away from yours, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck right before his teeth sank into it. Your body drew itself to his, wanting every bit of contact you could get.

He settled inside you for a moment, hips pressed tightly to yours. For a moment all of your thoughts about Colombia not being home couldn’t have felt further from the truth. You were fighting to catch your breath and the two of you had hardly gotten started. Your eyes fluttered shut, focused on how he felt against you, hips against yours, his face in the crook of your neck. You tried to pull him tighter to you, unsure if it was even possible to do so.

The second he started to move his hips, all you had it in you to do was let his name tumble from your lips. You could feel what it did to him, the way his movements became a little more desperate. Every thrust, each press of his lips to your skin, all just trying to pull that sound from you over and over again. Trying to make up for lost nights, all the times when he wanted to hear that same breathless tone from you but couldn’t, wanted to feel the warmth of you against him but you weren’t there. It was a lot to ask when you’d only been back in Colombia for a couple of hours, but it wouldn’t be the first time the Colonel was being unfair. You didn’t mind it this time, though, as his hands slid up your thighs, moving your legs so he could push deeper into you. His lips dragged along your jaw and all the thoughts, the memories, the weight of the last few months, all of it disappeared. It was just the two of you again, finally, for however long it lasted this time.

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blossomary11 · 2 months

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Do you know how big this castle is? [Funnily enough, I do.] Well, then perhaps you should take a look. MERLIN & KING ARTHUR MERLIN — 5x01: Arthur's Bane, Part 1 (2013)

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blossomary11 · 3 months

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wonwoo taking off your glasses when you fall asleep while watching him playing his games. he kisses your forehead, murmuring something about making it up to you in the morning. he's dearly smiling down at you when he hears his friends calling him through his headphones.

"yeah, i'm here", wonwoo says. "was just putting my girl to sleep".

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blossomary11 · 3 months

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miscalculated steps

Colonel Carrillo x Reader

Summary: Horacio was a man of deliberate decisions. It’s one of the characteristics that got him to the position he held. When you came into his life, he threw all sense of premeditation out the window and knew he would follow you till the end of the world at a moment’s notice. The risk he took was calculated, but man, was he bad at math.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Shootings, bullet wounds, death. Not towards any main characters though. fluff <3. silly things here and there.

Author's Note: sometimes I get possessed by the gremlin spirit of creativity so I just type words and hope they make sense when it's finished. feedback is greatly appreciated and will earn you a kiss from me <3

It amused you every time to have any sort of interaction with him and pretend you did not know the type of person he was behind closed doors. In fact, you both quite enjoyed the game you had to play outside of your own little shared universe.

It’s not like you didn’t want to share it with anyone else, the fact that you two were together, but you didn’t want any infiltrations to knock down the foundations you two had built.

For Horacio, it was the excitement and pure love he never really knew he wanted. Most of the time, he felt like a love-sick puppy. He was quite surprised nobody else had brought it up to his attention. He could already hear Javier snickering at him for the lingering and glazy looks he’d give you whenever you were in his presence.

Truth be told, he tried his hardest to treat you like the rest of his team. He tried so hard to talk to you in the same stern voice he’d use with everyone else. He tried so hard to make sure you were always aware of your surroundings. He tried so damn hard to make sure you didn’t get any sort of special treatment from him. He tried and tried and tried so hard but the best he could do was soften his tone whenever he’d address you. The best he could do was make sure you were always in his line of sight and within reach in case he had to cover you. The very best he could do was to make sure you were his number one priority in that team.

It wasn’t always like that. He remembers when you were first assigned to Search Bloc. He didn’t think much of you. For him, it was another person to deal with which meant more weight on his shoulders that would slow him down. That all changed when you knocked him off his feet…. quite literally.

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It had been during a stakeout gone wrong. Carrillo and Peña were informed about an exchange that was taking place in an abandoned farm-house outside of Medellín. As the two of them were heading towards their shared vehicle, you were leaning on yours having a cigarette. Javier called you out, and you looked up to see him waving at you. You quickly put your cigarette out and jogged towards them. Carrillo would eventually have to thank Javier for this, as he was the one who invited you to join them. You agreed, and got in the backseat of the car.

As the three of you drove with minimal conversation, you kept shifting in your seat. Carrillo noticed after a while, the way you couldn’t seem to sit still, the way you kept readjusting the seat belt strap that went across your torso.

“Everything alright, agent?” he asked, starting to get bothered by your actions. Looking at you through the rearview mirror.

You gave him a quick smile before you replied, “yeah.. All good.”

He raised an eyebrow at you and kept driving, falling into conversation with Javier.

Carrillo noticed the change in demeanor when you reached your destination. You weren’t fidgeting anymore. Instead, he found you to be overly-observant. As he placed the car in park, he saw the way you looked out the window, one hand on your gun and the other on the handle of the door. Alert.

As the three of you exited the vehicle, he was about to make a comment on your behavior, but it all changed when the bullets started to rain on the three of you.

His eyes immediately searched for Peña as he was quick to find cover from the gunfire. The shooting was coming from above. The street was clear of civilians, except for the three of you and the shooters. It was four men, positioned on different balconies from the houses on the street. He could only see two in front of him, and he quickly took one down with his pistol. The man fell from the balcony, colliding with the hard concrete beneath him.

Adrenaline coursed through his veins. His breath was coming in a quick and shallow rhythm. Carrillo took cover behind a car, ducking from the bullets that were dancing around him. He paid close attention to the sound of the gunfire, trying his best to count how many rounds were left in the other man’s weapon. It wasn’t long before he heard the shooting from that direction stop, the man more than likely meeting the same fate as his partner. The smell of gunpowder clung to the air, silence was quick to take over the atmosphere.

He scouted the area around him, slowly rising to his feet with his gun drawn and ready. At the lack of sight of you and Peña, Carrillo started to panic. He was quick to inspect his surroundings, looking for either of you. He had counted four men before, and two of them got taken down. Sure he could take on the other two by himself, but the problem was that he didn’t know where they had gone. They could ambush him at any minute.

As he came close to an old house down the street, he was about to call out for Peña when he felt an overpowering force plow against him. He was knocked out of his breath, his back making contact with the uneven pavement below him. He felt a few rocks dig into his back, his head grazing the ground. It all happened so quickly he didn’t have time to register the weight on top of him, shielding him from the bullets.

Just as he was about to strike his attacker, he was stopped at the sight of you. Definitely not the person he expected.

You were out of breath, panting above him. Your hair untamed, framing your face in a way that made you look much younger. Carrillo never took the time to really look at you until now. You were beautiful. A part of him that he didn’t even know was there started to awaken. Was it the rush of adrenaline? Was the loneliness catching up to him? Was it the way you saved his life? Whatever it was, those thoughts vanished as he saw you jump back to your feet, running to the sound of gunfire. He didn’t even know you had pushed him into an alleyway, hiding him away from the danger.

As he got out of the trance he was in, he got back up and followed you. Only to find out you and Peña had taken care of the other men that were still on the loose.

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It still amused him, knowing that in an instant moment his whole world changed because of you. Never in a million years did he think he’d end up sharing a home with you. Where you two would create your own sanctuary and your own world together, a world so perfect that he’d feel giddy to get out of work and home to you. He couldn’t need anything else as long as he was in your shared space.

The excitement to come back to you at the end of the day was always there. But sometimes he’d get so wrapped up in his own mind. The exhaustion of work following him and finding a home in his bones, aching and wearing him down as the minutes ticked by. And there was no one to blame for such a feeling. It came with the profession. The formidable belief that you were changing the world, even if it cost giving up your own sanity.

He was so thankful you understood. And you were thankful he did as well. The mutual understanding was something neither of you had in previous relationships, at least not to this level. Sure, previous partners of yours knew of your profession and what you did, but they never really knew the extent of it until they had witnessed it first-hand. And it wasn’t a problem until you’d withdraw from your own existence. You would lose interest in the smallest of things, sometimes to the point where food wasn’t even an option for you. Finding solace in the cigarettes and cheap coffee you’d consume on your way to the office or with your own colleagues. You pitted the opposing party in these situations. Your self-awareness sometimes failing you to see that you would neglect your partners from being so involved with your job. Only realizing once they’ve been long gone, leaving you confused and a tad disappointed with your behavior.

Making you wonder if you were even meant to be loved.

But that was until you met Horacio.

With him, things were unlike any other. He understood. He got it. He knew the game plan and he knew how to play it. Both of you wouldn’t even have to speak a word to understand it had been one of those days. You learned how to read each other based on the most simple microexpressions. Sometimes it was the way he’d breathe. He would hold his breath at times, almost as if he were restraining himself from unleashing the anger he suppressed. Anger at the world, anger at the people who would do their part to make the world a shitty place. Anger at Pablo Escobar.

Horacio couldn’t even begin to understand a man like Escobar. Why build your empire above the souls of Colombia? Why paint the walls with the blood of those whose lives you felt entitled to take? Who was he to choose who got to live and who got to die?

The thoughts faded as he walked inside the only place that managed to bring him tranquility. With a deep breath, he allowed himself to engulf the feeling of calmness. The warmth of your shared home embraced his very soul, settling in his bones and scaring away the ache and weariness that usually resided there. He couldn’t hold back the smile that formed on his face as he walked deeper inside, looking for you.

He heard you before he could see you. A string of quiet curses that left your mouth, along with things hitting the floor. The faint melody that flowed from the radio got louder as he approached the bathroom. Finding you haunched over the edge of the bathtub, you're back facing the door. As much as he wanted to surprise you by wrapping his arms around your waist, he couldn’t bring himself to scare you like that. Fear was an ever present feeling in your field of work and he was not about to let it follow you home. Instead he just learned against the frame of the door, delightfully observing you.

You were setting candles around the edge of the tub, trying to somehow make it look… romantic. Inviting? Relaxing? You weren’t even sure what you were going for. All you wanted was to do something nice for Horacio, you knew how hard of a time he was having lately. He wasn’t the only one, sure, but as the Colonel and head of Search Bloc, he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. You wanted to relieve some of that pressure he carried, at least for this moment.

You checked your watch, lifting a fist in a celebratory manner as you managed to finish before Horacio arrived home. Or so you thought. You had completely forgotten to retrieve the matchsticks to light the candles. Challenging yourself to go downstairs and get the matchstick box in under ten seconds, you turned and tried to make a run for it when you collided with a goddamn human brick wall. Oof.

You instantly felt arms wrap around you, trapping you in place. A smile immediately appeared on your face as you looked at the man who embraced you. Horacio planted kisses all over your face, making the most exaggerated kissing sounds as he did so. You giggled before you gently shoved him away, suddenly realizing he was home and your surprise was ruined.

“Why are you here? You weren’t supposed to be home for another twenty minutes!” you couldn’t help but whine, you really wanted to surprise him with this.

Horacio smirked, walking towards you with his hands on his hips, “I can always go back to the office and crash there. Would you prefer that, mi amor?”

You walked backwards, rolling your eyes before they settled on his gaze. The back of your knees softly touching the side of the tub, coming to a stop. You mimicked his posture, hands on your hips and a playful look in your eyes. “You’re more than welcome to do so. You probably wouldn’t even last five minutes before complaining about–”

He caged you in between his body and the tub, towering over you and wrapping his arms around you once again. His fingers making contact with the parts of your body that were the most ticklish. Wanting to make you regret your words.

You laughed as he tickled you, trying to squirm and get out of his grasp before it could continue. You jerked back to try to avoid his hands from touching you, but he had grabbed you by the waist and you forgot where you were and you lost your balance and the next thing you knew, you were falling backwards into the full tub and on your attempt to grab onto something, you ended up grasping his biceps and pulling him down with you.

Horacio was a man of deliberate decisions. It’s one of the characteristics that got him to the position he held. When you came into his life, he threw all sense of premeditation out the window and knew he would follow you till the end of the world at a moment’s notice. The risk he took was calculated, but man, was he bad at math.

He tried to act quick and move so he wouldn’t fall completely on top of you and crush you, but that didn’t work out. You started laughing once again as his weight held you down, the look of oh shit we fucked up evident on his face and you couldn’t even look at him because you weren’t sure what was funnier, that look or the fact that both of you had fallen into the tub, his drenched military uniform clinging onto every part of his body. The usually military green turned even darker as the water made contact with it.

He stopped caring about what happened when he heard your laugh, and he couldn’t help himself from joining you. The both of you now looking at each other and finding humor in the fact that both of you were completely wet. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him in even further, not caring about the situation anymore.

He looked down at you and let his laughter subside, the feeling of adoration taking over. He was completely enamored with you and couldn’t even tell you because he was sure there was not a word on the planet that could convey the feelings he had for you. Horacio placed a hand on your cheek, leaning in slowly and taking in all of your features.

You pulled away just barely enough to miss his lips, a smirk settling on your face as you told him, “you’re definitely sleeping at the office from now on.”

Whatever quick comeback he tried to come up with disappeared when he felt your lips press against his.

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blossomary11 · 4 months

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Behold the sassy, the adorable, the courageous Twig!

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blossomary11 · 7 months

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blossomary11 · 7 months

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Things Ateez Do That Make Your Heart Flutter (Gender Neutral Reader)

I know Wooyoung always claims the title & all but ALL of Ateez are both cute & sexy 😤 hence This™

(I’m so excited for the comeback I mean look at MINGI WITH THE GUN look at Hongjoong hELP)

Hongjoong

♡ Always gives you his jacket when it’s cold out

♡ Runs his fingernails lightly down your back when he has an arm around you

♡ Has a habit of straightening his clothes or running a hand through his hair when you look at him, trying to look his best for you

♡ Takes off one of his rings & slides it onto your finger to compare your hand sizes

♡ Smirks when he pulls you closer into his side or on his lap, completely relishing the feeling of you being his & only his

Seonghwa

♡ Pulls you against his chest whenever you two sit together

♡ Looks at you with the biggest, shiniest doe eyes but also licks his lips before he kisses you whiplash

♡ When looking at flowers, his eyes fall from the gorgeous roses as he tells you you’re his favorite one

♡ Always holds out bites of whatever meal he's enjoying to share with you, glancing at the way your lips pass over it & the changes in your expression with a smile

♡ Whenever you go somewhere that sells &/or displays clothing, he'll point something out & tell you you'd look amazing/beautiful/ravishing in that

Yunho

♡ Extends his hand to you like you’re royalty before every time you guys dance

♡ Rests his forehead against yours after a kiss, never pulling away immediately & sometimes rubbing your noses together with a giddy smile

♡ Never forgets a single special day, even if it’s something like the anniversary of you getting your degree or something that isn’t related to him, & finds a way to celebrate with you

♡ Hugs you like he's not going to see you again almost every time, a hand running up & down your back

♡ Has a hand on your knee when you sit together, occasionally moving it up or down, tapping or drawing patterns absentmindedly on it

Yeosang

♡ Unironically does the stretch & put an arm around you thing but it’s so smooth because he literally doesn’t realize it seems like a bit, it just happens automatically like his arm is magnetized to your shoulders

♡ Sets his hands on top of yours when you aren’t using them, rubbing on your palms & squeezing little tunes into them

♡ Reaches over to gently brush hair out of your face when you're leaning down or wipe your cheek for you if you get something on it

♡ Doesn't realize how far his shirt rides up when he reaches for things on high shelves, then tilts his head & smiles in slight confusion & amusement at the way you stare

♡ Leans into you to whisper into your ear at gatherings- whether it's a joke, an observation, or something sweet or romantic he only wants you to hear, you'll hear it buzzing in your ear as you feel his breath by your neck

San

♡ Holds your face in his hands gently before kissing you, searching your eyes before your lips connect

♡ Runs a hand up & down your arm when you’re sitting together, fingers just ghosting over you

♡ Always makes his plushies kiss you, then goes in for one on the other side, calling you a cute sandwich

♡ Taking your hand & moving you with a little twirl to the inside of the road when it’s raining lest a car splash you

♡ Grabs you up into his arms suddenly when he wants attention, saying he wants to play

Mingi

♡ Will not hesitate to carry you if you get tired/hurt

♡ Takes both of your hands in his & looks into your eyes before he kisses you

♡ Falls on you laughing & turns the motion into an instinctive hug, his arms snaking around your waist or shoulders like they were meant to be there

♡ Gives you a smirk when you catch him staring, but if you do it back or get smiley he’ll blush & finally look away with a grin

♡ His hands practically climb over your lap trying to find yours, fingers blindly dancing over you in their quest to lock with yours warmly & tightly

Wooyoung

♡ Gives you a teasing wink whenever you two make eye contact

♡ Rests his hand on your thigh when you guys sit next to each other

♡ Pulls your hair back for you if it’s long enough, otherwise just runs his hands through it to push it out of your face so he can cup your cheeks

♡ Grabs your hand, pulling you outside to dance in the rain with a grin & telling you he’s always dreamed of doing this just because

♡ Straightens his shirt when you look at him, surreptitiously pulling the neckline down a bit & giving you a knowing smile

Jongho

♡ Says the most simple confidence boosters so casually, like if you say something during your insecurities about him being with someone like you, he just replies “Why, what’s wrong with you?” because he literally doesn’t see any of it

♡ Gives you the occasional surprise piggyback when he gets excited, lifting you up with a mischievous smile

♡ Always rests a hand on the small of your back when you’re walking together

♡ Tells you that no matter what, he always wants to be there to protect you

♡ Pins you against a wall in that classic leaning pose as he kisses you

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blossomary11 · 7 months

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they're never letting that one go 😭 +

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blossomary11 · 8 months

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Gojo not taking care of brats more

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blossomary11 · 8 months

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Reasons for being attacked by Haganezuka

Black sword

2. Broken sword

3. Lost sword

4. Stealing an unfinished sword

5. Assumes you broke the sword at this point

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blossomary11 · 9 months

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professor yang: i don’t have favoritism. i love all eight of my students equally

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blossomary11 · 9 months

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You’re in the Fellowship and the Hobbits have a crush on you…

a/n: lol there’s no explanation for this, just a cutesy idea that came to me. yes I know I’m still not finished with my Legolas story 😅 no warnings here, just fluff and chaos 💛 (the reader here is human/elf/dwarf/anything but a hobbit for extra fascination 😆) lemme know how you liked it! 😘

+ tagging @starlady66 as requested

For starters let’s just (re)establish one thing: being subtle and lowkey is not something any of them vibe with (except sometimes Frodo)

If you’re an Elf, Sam would be infatuated with you beyond words. You would just be talking about something and he’d stare with the biggest heart eyes, and then blush furiously either when one of his friends point it out, or when you make eye contact with him - he’d be so red in the face

Oftentimes he would ask you lots of questions with genuine curiosity, and you would be more than happy to answer, whether it’s about historical events, songs and stories, customs of your own race, your travels… Anything, and he wants to know it all

Whenever he cooks for the fellowship, you (after Frodo, of course) get the most delicious piece of whatever he made, you caught on it fairly quickly

Many times the Hobbits will talk about you (only the best, of course), but they would be unaware of how loud they’re being, and you would hear so many adorable comments and try not to giggle

“Did you see how [y/n] fought off that orc?!”

Frodo would enjoy engaging with you in meaningful, deep conversations, and you think he’s wonderful to talk to, yet the spark in his eyes gives him away. And sometimes he has a little smile on his face, no matter what you talk about, he just enjoys talking to you and having your full attention 🥺

wait hold up, Sam would give you random flowers he found along the way, or he would just show you and teach you about many different plants

Like I said, Frodo would be the most lowkey of all of them, but you picked up easily on his mannerisms and you can now read him like a book

You have a great knowledge of Middle-earth and he often wants to consult with you when trying to make a decision where to go next

You yourself are very protective of the four Hobbits and just have a soft spot for all of them, you like to ruffle their curly hair and sometimes tell them a legend or sing an ancient song as they go to sleep

They all love to stay close to you when you’re walking over long distances, especially Frodo and Pippin

Firstly, they feel safe with you, secondly, they enjoy your company

You try to always reassure them in little ways

You always always always have a snack or a piece of candy in your pocket for any of them 🤫

You practice sword fighting with Frodo a lot, you’re very concerned for his safety, of course

Sometimes that would make the other 3 just a tiny bit jealous, and then of course you’d have to do it with everyone

Gandalf had known you for a while and trusts you, therefore, all four Hobbits trust you completely

Merry is super loud and boisterous around you, shamelessly trying to get your attention, and then keep it for as long as possible

He likes to act all brave and tough when you get attacked by orcs, but more times than not you ended up saving him

Merry is definitely the boldest when it comes to openly complimenting you, and he’s very dramatic about it also

In comparison to him, Sam can sometimes feel extra shy and inadequate, but you make sure to let him know you appreciate him and what he does and says

He’s just as important!!!!

Sam would tell Frodo that he’s crushing on you (not like it’s hard to tell…) and when Frodo says he’s having the same feelings, Sam immediately wants to back out but Frodo is like “you really think [y/n] would end up with either of us?”

Merry and Pippin enjoy telling you stories of their mischievous adventures so much, and they exaggerate stuff so much in order to make themselves seem cooler

You think they’re unbelievably fun either way

So, Pippin is canonically the smallest and youngest and you have an EXTRA soft spot for him, and also he’s the most painfully obvious about his crush

He’s always sooo embarrassed when Gandalf is strict with him because you can also hear the wizard’s reprimands of the young Hobbit

He blushes furiously and he gives you a sad baby look and you always reassure him that “accidents can happen to anyone” and “Gandalf can just be grumpy like that, it’s not your fault”

More than once he instinctively hid behind you in a dangerous situation

Sometimes for safety he likes to hold the hem of your cloak and fiddle with it as you walk - helps him get his mind off of all the impending dangers

The other 3 Hobbits would relentlessly make fun of him for being so obvious but he doesn’t care in the slightest

Many times when you were alone on the night watch, one of the Hobbits just happened to be unable to sleep and would keep you company instead

Once during the night watch Merry was hanging out with you and laughed so loudly at something you said that half of the fellowship woke up and wanted to strangle him

Especially in those late hours Frodo likes to confide in you and even talk about his dreams and visions that you try to interpret together

You teach Sam about the stars and constellations and phases of the moon

Almost every time Pippin joins you on the night watch, he ends up falling asleep like hugging you around your legs as you stand alert or something (i diagnose him with BABY)

He very much loves to give you cool rocks that he gathers on the way

If any of the Hobbits has an unpleasant dream that wakes them up, they come to you, you just have the calming protective energy (and candy in your pockets, when you think about that…)

If only one of them had a crush on you, it would be a lot to handle, let alone FOUR

But they’re so cute that you just can’t dismiss them or ignore them ever

And maybe all that lovely chaos is a good distraction from everything bad happening around you

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blossomary11 · 10 months

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You don’t have to sacrifice yourself.

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Hi! It’s Yoriichi anon! Thanks for take my request, I loved it! Could I please request a second part where the baby is born? (You could ignore this if you want)

Before dawn Reader goes into labour and after Yoriichi meets his baby - but what’s this? The baby are healthy twins! One baby girl and a baby boy.

And after they’re clean and while Reader watches fondly with a smile, he’s holding them and staring at them in his arms while they’re crying loudly but it doesn’t bother him, to him, it proves that they’re real. That he has a family. And then the twins stop crying realizing they’re in their father’s arms.

And he just hugs his family tightly.Thankful of being able to have this wonderful chance.

➢ Yᴏʀɪɪᴄʜɪ Tsᴜɢɪᴋᴜɴɪ x F!Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➢ 1,329 Wᴏʀᴅs

➢ Fʟᴜғғ

➢ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

A family, something he always dreamt of, something that’s too good to be true for Yoriichi. He has been blessed by the gods to have a wonderful wife and children.

➵ Dʀᴇᴀᴍs Tʜᴀᴛ Cᴏᴍᴇ Tʀᴜᴇ

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Yoriichi always loved to watch the sun set and rise.

There's just something about the red, yellow, and orange hues elegantly colouring the clouds each day. The first licks of the sun's rays touch the surface, before allowing mortals to marvel at the radiance of the sun. Sometimes, the skies wore different shades of colours, all because of the sun. Pinks, violets, dark reds and greens.

Yorrichi always loved the sun, and the beauty it brings. He never expected to love it even more, for multiple different reasons.

It started with you.

You'd always accompany him whenever he woke early to watch the sunrise. Since he's a demon slayer, he's always out and about during the night, there's only been a few, lucky and rather special occasions when you were there by his side to watch the sunset.

He finds it endearing that you eagerly desired to watch the sunrise with him, even if he knew that it's quite repetitive, that he's disturbing your sleep, your peace. And yet, you insisted. Insisted that watching the sun never gets old when you're watching with him. Never gets old when he wraps his arms around your body, holding you tight against him, basking in each other's presence. You'd always tell him that he looked so handsome under the sun.

He could say the same with you. You're always a beautiful sight to see, early in the morning. Your skin being kissed by multiple shades of colours of the rising sun, the reds and pinks flush against your face, the glowing yellows and oranges shining well with your form. A breath-taking masterpiece, painted along with the skies.

Yoriichi loved the closeness, the intimacy, your groggy but soft voice, your head laying on his shoulder, your breath tickling his neck, your eyes fluttering shut, your hands clutching on his kimono, and the way the radiant rays of light hit your face, bringing him a clear view of all your glory. He truly is at your mercy.

So, you giving birth to his child, as soon as the sun began to rise, was such an unexpected coincidence. Yoriichi wasn't complaining though, it's another reason what's to love about the sun.

"Congratulations! They're twins!" Beamed the midwife, "One's a boy, one's a girl!"

Huh? You froze, a stunned expression overlapping your pain, but continued to grip on Yoriichi's strong, comforting arms. They're the only things grounding you at the moment, and the announcement was almost unheard of due to the ringing noise in your ears. T-twins!? If you were going, to be honest, you didn't even realize you gave birth to two due to the immense pain. Your chest heaved, eyes struggling to stay open as your head turned upwards to look at your husband.

You almost burst out laughing at the dreamy look on his face. "Y-you knew, huh?" You accused, hissing through your teeth from the ache of your lower body parts, allowing Yoriichi to lay you more comfortably on the pillows, keeping you upright. "Stupid 'Transparent World'," You spat without venom, "You didn't even tell me.."

Your dearest husband hummed, his fingers brushing back strands of hair that stuck on your sweaty forehead, a small, sheepish smile on his lips. "My apologies, I thought you knew..." Yoriichi confessed, huffing humorously befuddled state. Before you could even say anything, he cupped your cheek in his palm, the warmth it always radiated from it eased you, enough to knock the annoyance out your features. "Do take it easy, I'm sure giving birth wasn't an easy feat."

"Damn right," You rasped, fully relaxing and settling on the pillows, the pain on your back slowly ebbing away to longer you laid. Yoriichi's smile widened, waves of relief washing down his whole being, seeing that you're still you, even after all of that. He's so proud of you, and it shows.

"My my, Y/n-sama! You're a strong woman! Otherwise, you wouldn't stand a chance of boring two at the same time!" The midwife complimented, handing both children into your arms while Yoriichi assisted the midwife to clean up.

His heart swelled, finally able to witness you and your children. Finally able to witness the dream he yearned for. A wife, and children. A family. The sun peeked through the windows, dancing prettily against his dear family. Glowing. Whole. Alive. That word echoed inside his head.

Real, this is all real.

His breath hitched as realization dawned on him, crouching down once again, scooting as close as he could towards you. His chest felt heavy and light at the same time, his hands shook ever so slightly the more he stared at you. Cooing tiredly at your whimpering babies, holding them close and smiling with so much joy.

"Look, Yoriichi!" You exclaimed in a hushed tone, admiring your beautiful children, "They both have your mark, it looks wonderful..." His eyes widened at that, eyes landing on your children's foreheads. You were right, and it looked exactly like his'.

Another pang of relief hit his chest when he saw it didn't bother you one bit. In fact, you seem elated. You quietly squealed, "Oh, they're just going to be spectacular when they grow older!" Something hot and wet landed on your shoulder, making you pause, and look up at him. Your face softened at the sight of your husband.

He looks inexplicably delighted, tears pricking his eyes as he tried to keep his composure. His smile wavered whilst his shoulders slumped. It was the same look he wore at your wedding, a rare sight to behold. A rare sight you're privileged enough to see. Your heart skipped a beat. "Do you wish to hold them?" He nodded eagerly, wasting no time cradling the twins in his arms.

His eyes sparkled with adoration as he made sure he wouldn't drop them. Their whimpers and cries slowly came to a stop when they're finally in their father's arms, sleeping peacefully. A pang of jealousy hit you as an irk mark appeared on your forehead. "Well, isn't that great?" You grumbled jokingly, hoping Yoriichi would catch on that you weren't upset. "Both just got out of my womb barely a day and they already have favourites!"

Yoriichi couldn't help but let a laugh take over him, pulling the twins closer to him as his shoulders shook. Your heart felt it went into a frenzy as you froze once again, face flushing even more to hear his ever so rare laughs.

You pouted at his reaction. Yoriichi tittered, shaking his head lightly as he calmed down. "Don't pout, darling... They'll love you," He reassured, eyes holding nothing but love towards his lovely family.

A shaky breath slipped past his lips, sitting down and leaning on you, unable to hold back the tears threatening to fall down his cheeks. It was all too much for him. Just yesterday, his family's life was in danger.

You nuzzled against his arm, a hand caressing the girl's chubby cheeks. "They better," You mumbled, suppressing a yawn. Here you are again, grounding him to reality.

Grateful. He felt so, so grateful. For you to come into his life, his beautiful, strong, kind, loving wife, and to give birth to wonderful twins. Yoriichi never felt so overjoyed in a long time. He's glad that he was fast enough to save you from that wretched demon. He's glad to witness all of this.

He's happy to be alive.

Yoriichi choked out a sob, burying his head in his arms, between the peaceful, sleeping forms of your children. "There there," You cooed, rubbing his back and stroking his hair. Your smile never left your face, even if you're tired, even if you're numb below.

"I promised a family, didn't I?"

He nodded, lifting his head and leaning over to you, pressing his forehead against yours. "Thank you," He quivered, to which you just giggled.

Yoriichi always loved the sun, along with the blessings, and wonderful memories that came with it.

✦ ANON YOU HAVE A HEART THEN,, FINALLY A FULL FLUFF FOR HIM,, thank you for this anon the previous one gave me a brain work out i had to stop myself from making him suffer even more ily anon /p <3 So I had to change it up a bit? I really hope you don't mind anon, I don't think I'm really up for writing childbirth rn (this has been sitting here for a while, it's the only thing that's holding me back). I hope you have a great day/night everyone~!

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