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a place with you; luke castellan

wc: 2.8k (got a little carried away whoops)

pairing: luke castellan x f! reader

synopsis: luke is used to people coming in and out of hermes’ cabin without a second thought. so when you’re having a hard time adjusting to camp life, he doesn’t expect you to stick by his side, even after you’re claimed.

warnings/notes: shy reader going through a tough time, hurt/comfort, pining, kisses, fluff, potential ooc luke i don’t know what i’m doing, most of this is prob inaccurate lol, i got wayyy too attatched to this i am sorry, title inspired by dragon eyes by adrianne lenker

Luke Castellan is the son of a messenger. He’s used to delivering, passing things along, letting them enter his life and leave him. Sometimes it makes him angry. At his father, at the world, at himself.

So when you passed through the Hermes cabin for the inevitable few weeks before getting claimed by your Godly parent, the last thing Luke expected was for you to stay.

When you first got to camp you were terrified. Luke remembers that much. He can still picture you in Chiron’s towering shadow as he led you up to Hermes cabin. He gave you the usual spiel about the cabin, the land of the unclaimed, but it clearly hadn’t quelled your nerves. You were wringing your fingers together when Luke first spotted you, your eyes blown wide in what he knew as shock and a sort of . . . grief. For a life you’d left for what Luke knows as a life you’d never really have. He’d seen it in so many campers before you. He’d see it many times after.

“This is Luke, Hermes’ head counsellor and one of Camp Half-Blood’s finest,” Chiron pointed him out to you at the entrance. After Chiron introduced you, Luke held your name in his memory. Not because there was anything particularly intriguing about you at first, to be honest, because he’d seen a lot of people like you that needed help settling in (although maybe not many his age). It was harder for some people to adjust than most. He knew that better than anyone.

“Nice to meet you,” he stuck out his hand for you to shake after Chiron left. “I’m Luke.”

You sniffed, shaking it without looking at him. You were so, so embarrassed. This whole time you’d been too stupidly overwhelmed to process anything. Why was this so hard for you? Was it this hard for everyone? “Hi,” you managed, and that was it.

Now, weeks after your first meeting, you’ve concluded that it was not, in fact, this hard for everyone. The camp is crowded but full of life. You’ve never seen more happy kids in your life. There’s a sense of community on the wind.

So why can’t you feel it? Why is it so hard to connect with people? To participate in the fun? Everywhere you look there’s people but it’s all just so . . . lonely. You don’t fit. You’re lost.

Luke wakes up at night when the cabin door creaks open. He’s already tossing, so it’s no surprise he catches it. Unfortunately, he’s supposed to be a good counsellor—sneaking out at night is against the rules, and you’ve gotta reign the strays back in before they cause a ruckus. Sure, Luke’s not exactly a stickler for the law, but the least he owes is to make sure everyone’s safe.

Groaning, he draws himself out of the comfort of his bunk but doesn’t get far when he spots a familiar silhouette slipping out the door. He knows it’s you. He’s been hearing crying at night, and this is confirming his suspicions. It makes him ache in a million different places. Every time he thought about approaching you he shut himself down almost instantly, because who the hell wants some random guy coming up to them in the middle of the night and drawing attention?

This time, though, he’s a little worried.

It’s chilly tonight but not too bad, especially when you’re huddled up in a ball on a hill in front of the lake, grass tickling your ankles. Your tears keep you warm.

It’s a sorrow that feels bottomless. You don’t know what’s gotten into you. You don’t know why everything’s so hard.

There’s a scuffling of shoes, and your name is carried to you on the heels of a breeze. Oh God. There’s someone else here.

You sniff and smear your tears on the palms of your hands the best you can but a little part of you only wants to cry more now that you’re all anxious, and you only have a few seconds to collect yourself before you turn around and see Luke, your cabin leader, with furrowed brows. “Oh, h-hi, Luke.” It’s hard to ignore the splinter in your voice. You curse yourself a thousand times.

“Hey,” he says hesitantly, eyeing you in a way that makes you feel entirely exposed. “You, uh, you know you’re not technically supposed to be out here, right?”

You start to scramble to your feet with an apology on your tongue but surprisingly he laughs, a gentle sound, and beckons you to sit back down. “No, no, I’m not gonna get you in trouble or anything, just . . . letting you know.”

It’s uncertain if you should keep sitting, but you decide to because well, you’re already down here, and things can’t go lower than this. Luke comes to sit next to you and you stare out into the sea like your life depends on it. “Wanna talk about why you’re out here?”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“I mean,” Luke sighs, scooting a little closer to you. “Most people don’t up and leave in the middle of the night because they’re having a great time.”

The answer is too hard to say so you don’t reply.

Again, Luke sighs, and you try not to look at the shadow the moon casts on his admittedly handsome face. “It’s hard settling in, I know. It happens to a lot of people. I’ve . . . I’ve seen a lot of them, and it doesn’t get any easier.”

“Well it sure seems easier,” you snap, and your self-control flies away before you can stop it. “I have no idea why I can’t just suck it up and fit in here. Everyone seems so happy and it’s driving me nuts because I’m just so confused on why I can’t—why I can’t—process any of it.” Tears burn your eyes. “I’m just miserable. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

In the corner of your view, Luke’s face falls. “I’m your guide, you know that, right? I can help you.”

You sniff, embarrassingly pathetic. “I know.”

He comes even closer. “So why didn’t you ask?”

“Because I—I don’t know, you’re busy all the time with all the people in there, so I’m sure your job’s already stressful as is, so—”

“My job is to help you,” he says, a hand on your shoulder. “That’s what I signed up for. If you need something, I’m the one to ask.”

“I’m not sure you signed up for me crying like a baby,” you swallow, the ripples of the lake blurring together. “I mean, I’m like, older than half the kids here, and they’re all so much better than me. I’m not good at a—anything, and I’ve tried it all, and nobody’s claimed me yet, and I feel so weird and old and alone and . . .” It’s too much to think about so you dig the heels of your palms into your eyes, hoping the sting wards off the thoughts. “What if I’m nothing? Why am I here?”

You’re crying again, hiccuping into your hands. Shame sears into you. Luke’s arm curls around your shoulders and you realize how cold you are when he’s warm, so warm, and you want to cry even harder. You don’t even know him, but it’s the most tenderness you’ve received in what feels like years. “Hey, deep breaths,” he murmurs, rubbing your arm with his other hand. “It’s okay. Look at me.”

It takes a ridiculous amount of strength to heed him. His hand catches your cheek and you can’t bear to pull away. Something strange rustles in your stomach.

Luke’s taught instinct when faced with situations like these is to reassure that the Gods always have a plan. But he doesn’t feel like much of a liar tonight. Both his hands steady your face towards his, your skin damp and cold beneath his thumb. “It's not your fault. It always takes a little bit of time for people to get claimed, it’s never . . . well, you can never tell.”

“What if I don’t get claimed?” You say it so quiet you can pretend it was imaginary.

His eyes crinkle at the sides when he says, “Well, Hermes’ll always have a place for you.”

I’ll, Luke wants to say, I’ll. His father is not responsible for his cabin’s kindness.

“No one really prepares you for how overwhelming this is,” he continues, thumb rubbing the apple of your cheek. Your vision is clearer now, and Gods, he is handsome, isn’t he? Even when his eyes are forlorn. “It’s harder in a way when you’re older. More to leave behind. Less to look forward to. It’s easier when you have a friend. Or a great cabin head.” He tilts his head with a faint smile, “Lucky for you, I’m both.”

It almost makes you laugh, and that’s enough. “It’ll get easier,” he promises softly. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

Your cheeks burn. It’s hard to keep his gaze, so you blot at your eyes with your hands as Luke gently slides his off your face. “Thank you. Sorry for, um, all that. And the crying.”

He chuckles, “Don’t even worry about it.” You watch him rise in the throes of starlight. He offers you a hand. “Aren’t you cold?” He asks after pulling you up, and you sheepishly nod your head. He tosses you a sweater he’s been wearing, and it smells like firewood. Nostalgic, in a way. “I’m gonna poke around for some tea. Wait for me back at the cabin.”

Before he leaves, he squeezes your arm and that thing happens again in your stomach. “No need to be embarrassed, by the way. You can come to me anytime. I’m probably less busy than I look.” As he walked away, he added, “And don’t worry about the crying. You’re pretty either way.”

Either way. The tea doesn’t seem important anymore because your face is on fire.

Time reveals that Luke is right. He is a great cabin leader and a friend, and it’s hard to tell which he’s better at. You fall in with him right away. Soon enough, you’re drawn into your new life, so slowly you barely realize it’s happening. The days get shorter and you start wishing they were longer. The nights get easier. And when they’re not, Luke tucks you into his bunk and folds you in his arms until you drift off. You pick up a bow. A sword. Luke tells you to straighten your shoulders with a hand on the small of your back, and you swear it always lingers. You braid garlands of carnations for your cabin mates and they wear them with pride. It’s warm, your cheeks hurt from smiling, and things start to feel like home.

Until you’re claimed.

Now you’re a ghost in Hermes cabin, another empty bunk to be filled, and Luke stares at it until he can remember every last detail of what it looked like when it was yours. A beautiful, gentle daughter of Demeter, no longer in arms’ reach. He should’ve seen it coming.

He sees you with your siblings all the time. You’re so happy and he envies it. You belong there, he knows that, the way your face lights up at the dinner table and how you giggle when your half-sister presents you a flower. But sometimes your eyes wander, and something inside them dulls, until you look at him, too.

Luke’s place at camp is to be nothing but a funnel for lost campers to find their home. He’s a temporary stop in everybody’s journey. He’d made peace with it a long time ago. But here you are, messing it all up, because you still don’t leave him.

You beg him to give you another sword-fighting lesson. You sit next to him at bonfires. You pick him for partner camp activities. It doesn’t matter how many younger boys want to latch onto him for guidance—he sees you heading towards him, and he can’t imagine choosing anyone else.

But you’re always whisked away by your siblings, separated at meals and in sleep and in activities so it’s never, ever enough. Why did he delude himself into thinking you’d stay forever?

After weeks of distance from you, he’s elated when you have even a fraction of a conversation. “Hey, Luke!” You call out to him, and he finds you instantly. You’ve broken away from your siblings to get to him.

“Hey,” he smiles, and hopes he doesn’t look too pleased.

You lean a little towards his ear, and you smell like every wonderful thing in the world. “Can we hang out tonight? On the hill?” You’re a little bashful when you say it and it’s entirely endearing. Even now, you’re still so unsure. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” he says almost instantly, and it makes you look less nervous. “Yes. Absolutely. But don’t get caught breaking curfew now, you hooligan.”

Someone calls your name and you give a curt, playful nod. “Yes sir, camp counsellor sir!” He carries your laugh close to his heart until night falls.

You’re already there when he arrives, a vision in the moonlight before he even sees your face. “Hey, angel.”

When you turn around you look flustered. He won’t pretend like it doesn’t flatter him. “H—hi, uh, hello.”

There’s a moment where the world is still. The two of you, alone, for the first time in ages.

He sits down next to you, and it’s like the first time all over again. You get to talking, about your days, your anecdotes, your cabins. The strangeness of it all. “It’s so weird waking up in the morning and not having you yapping in my ear,” you remark, and he teasingly pushes your shoulder.

“Well, one of us has to be the talker, and it’s clearly not you,” he retorts.

You fiddle with blades of grass between your fingertips, weaving them together. “I’ll have you know I had a cabin-wide conversation about Capture The Flag yesterday, and I contributed greatly.”

“Oh, really?” He grins, knocking your elbow to steal your attention. “Look at you, coming out of your shell. I’m so proud.”

It’s hard to hold his gaze for more than a second. You’re afraid you’ll do something stupid if he keeps looking at you like that, but you almost want to. “Oh, shut up.”

He puts a hand on your shoulder. “No, I’m serious. I’m proud.” His eyes rake over your face. “You’re flourishing. You found your place.”

You can’t stop yourself from saying, “I kind of miss my old one.”

There’s a way he studies your expression that makes you feel utterly helpless. You wish you could dish it back to him, but you know you just look awestruck whenever you stare at him for so long. He’s quieter when he replies, “I miss it, too. A lot. Sometimes, I—” His face scrunches up like he just tasted something sour. “Nevermind.”

Frowning, you prod, “What? What is it?”

He sighs and turns to the horizon. This is the first time you’ve ever seen him struggle. “Sometimes, I wish you hadn’t been claimed. Sorry, that’s . . . that’s awful, I know.”

His surprise is evident when you say, “Sometimes I wish I wasn’t either.”

He turns back to you. “Really?”

“Really,” you nod, staring at the beads on his necklace. “You’re the only reason I’ve adjusted here at all.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.”

“It’s true. And I miss you.” A few months ago you would’ve kicked yourself for saying this. But Luke has a way of inspiring confidence in people.

“I miss you, too. So much.” He gently prys the grass you’ve been weaving out of your hands, now a small necklace. “But look at how talented you are. I’ll tell you, I’m lucky you’re still sticking around. For most people, Hermes is touch-and-go.”

Luke leans forward to tie the garland around your neck, and your pulse picks up. “This isn’t about Hermes, Luke,” you try to be firm but it comes out soft. “It’s about you.”

His hands stop fiddling and rest on your neck. When he speaks, you can feel his breath on you. And you have no idea that he’s been waiting to hear that his whole life. “What’s about me?”

It’s not fair, your inability to string sentences together only worsens right when a beautiful boy is this close to you. “Hermes isn’t—it’s not special because of your father, it’s special because of you.”

There is nothing else you can possibly think of saying with the way his fingers trace up your neck and hold your jaw. “Yeah, well,” he murmurs, “The only reason anything in my life is special is because of you.”

You don’t know if it’s a lie or not; you don’t care. His nose nudges yours. There’s a moment where you wonder if this is as close to Elysium you’ll ever get. Then he slips a hand to the back of your neck and pulls you to his mouth.

He kisses you in a near fury, then when he knows you’re not going anywhere, it’s the gentlest thing you know. It’s hard to believe this is even happening. Your hands weave through his curls but he holds you steady, and thank the Gods for that because you’re pretty sure you’re melting. You kiss again, and again, and again, until you genuinely think you’re going to pass out and you have to pull away.

“Aw, look at you,” he murmurs when you can’t meet his eyes, a playful lilt in his voice. “Still so nervous.”

“Would you shut up?” You press your face into the crook of his neck with a huge smile.

He kisses the top of your head. “Love to, angel.”

Luke Castellan is the son of a messenger. He’s supposed to believe he’s bringing the best of humanity to the Gods and glory above.

But screw the Gods. He’s keeping this one for himself.

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mind-empty-just-fictional-people · 8 months

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Showed Me (How I Fell In Love With You)

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summary: dean helps you up your flirting game, but there’s really only one set of eyes you want on you.

paring: dean winchester x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 2.7k

warnings: language, implied sex/nudity, strands of hair falls on reader’s face

author’s note: you probably already know this but sideblogs (like this one) can now answer comments!! super excited about this update and fingers crossed the next one is for sending asks lol 🤞💞

music: showed me (how i fell in love with you) by madison beer — i was listening to this song and kept imagining dean, idk

Dean always had incredible luck with women. He could go into a bar crowded with guys and walk out with the only woman—the bartender who’d been dodging men all night.

You, on the other hand, could go into that same bar and end up going back to the motel alone. It bothered you; what in the hell were you doing wrong?

So, you did the unthinkable—you asked Dean to help you get better at flirting.

That’s how you ended up here at the bar with Dean; he was showing you how to play pool. You had protested the idea of him “teaching you” something you already knew, but he claimed it was important.

“You’re standing wrong,” he told you when you were about to break.

“Uh, no I’m not?”

“If you’re trying to win the game, you’re doing great. If you’re trying to get your opponent to fuck you, you’re failing miserably.”

“Thanks,” you grumbled.

“Hey, you were the one who asked me for help!” He shrugged. “If you want to back out now-”

“No, I don’t want to back out,” you sighed. “I’m fucking desperate at this point.”

“So, are you gonna do what I say, then?” he asked, folding his arms over his chest.

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “How am I supposed to stand?”

He walked up behind you and put his hands on your hips.

“Stick your butt out a little,” he instructed and you did as he asked. “Alright, now when you bend over,” he moved his hands up and forward, resting them on your lower chest, “you’ll want to point your breasts in the direction of the person you want to attract.”

“What if he’s standing behind me?” you asked.

“Then his eyes are gonna be glued to your ass,” he replied, not getting the message. “If he’s standing behind you then focus more on the actual game, and less on where you’re pointing your boobs. Trust me, though, if he’s standing in front of you, he’s gonna be trying to see down your shirt, now…” he walked back around to the other side of the table. “Bend over, and before you hit the ball, make eye contact with him.”

“Okay…” You bent down and lined up your shot before looking up and into Dean’s eyes.

“Perfect! If you look at him kinda like through your eyelashes, there’s exactly one thing that’s suddenly stuck front and center in his mind.”

“And this works on…all guys?” you asked, still looking at him through your lashes.

“If he was standing where I am and didn’t want to fuck you, he’s either related to you or just not into chicks.”

“Good to know,” you mumbled, mostly to yourself. You were about to start the game but a few strands of hair fell on your face.

“Don’t move,” Dean said before he hurried back to where he had been before and tucked the hair behind your ear for you. “Now, since he’s already thinking about that one thing, is that something you want him to think about even more?”

“Um, yeah,” you said quietly.

“Alright, pout your lips,” he instructed. He moved his hand down from your ear and tugged your lip out a bit. “Perfect, that’s gonna draw his attention to your lips.”

“So, now I start actually playing the game?” you asked, not sure if he had any more pointers for you.

“If you want. Or we can go over to the bar where there are three different guys that have been eyeing you the past ten minutes.”

“Really?” you stood up straight, whipping your head around. You saw the guys he was talking about and they all quickly looked down at the drinks in front of them. “Let’s go to the bar, then.”

“So, now that you know all those guys are interested,” Dean said as you both took your seats at the bar, several stools away from the other people already there, “you need to pick one.”

“Isn’t that the easy part?” you laughed a little.

“Oh no, most guys are monsters.” Dean shook his head, motioning the bartender over with his hand. “What’re you drinking?” he asked, looking at you.

“Just a beer’s fine,” you said, a little confused. Usually when you, Sam, and Dean went out drinking you each ordered your own drinks. Dean took initiative and ordered two beers. “And I know before taking someone back to my room I have to do the usual tests; holy water, iron, and silver.”

“Not those kinda monsters, sweetheart,” Dean said. “The guy on the far right has a little motor home keychain attached to his keys. Given the fact there’s a dilapidated RV parked outside that looks like a serial killer’s lair, I’d say he’s a creep.”

“Well, what about the guy in the middle?” you asked.

“I heard him talking with someone on the phone in the bathroom earlier about the fact his ex-girlfriend doesn’t know she got the clap from him.”

“Dear lord,” you groaned, making a disgusted face. “What’s wrong with the guy on the left?”

“Well, uh…” Dean started, looking at the man you were talking about and trying to find something wrong with him. “Nothing. If he comes over here, I’d say it’s worth a shot.”

“Shouldn’t I go and talk to him?” you asked.

“Oh no! No, no, no! Bar like this, pretty girl like you; he’ll think you’re a hooker.”

“Oh.”

“I mean, unless you wanna make a couple hundred bucks tonight?” he teased, earning a smack to his upper arm. “I’ll take that as a no,” he laughed.

“I’d make at least four-hundred,” you scoffed.

“Look, you’re cute and sweet and guys tend to turn their heads when you walk by them. Now, for your next lesson, take a look around the bar and tell me how many women you see.”

You looked around, counting in your head. “Five, including me and the bartender,” you said.

“And how many guys?”

“I’d say like twenty at least?” you estimated.

“Exactly,” he said. “See, at least half of those guys have their eyes on you. When we were playing pool earlier I guarantee you they’d have done anything to be where I was.”

“So…what’s your point?”

“You’re way above any of these guys’ leagues.” He shrugged. “Which is okay, but you need to know that you’re too good for them, just a fact. They’re spending their Wednesday night in a bar looking for a hookup, you came here to get a drink with your friend. So, like I said, you are in fact way out of their leagues.”

“You really think so?”

“Please tell me you’re joking,” he laughed a little then looked at you and realized you were serious. “Oh dear god, yes! Not only are you fucking gorgeous, you’re smart, funny and a total badass! I mean you killed two vampires this morning!”

“Thanks, Dean.” You smiled.

“Of course,” he replied. “Now, before we head back to the motel is there anything else? You know how to kiss someone, right?”

“Ha, ha!” You smiled sarcastically. “I know how to kiss, Dean. But, I actually do have a question.”

“Shoot!”

“What about…the friend zone?”

“You wanna know how to friend zone a guy?” He furrowed his brows.

“No, how do I get out of the friend zone?”

“Oh.” He nodded. “That’s, um, I’m actually not sure. And I didn’t think you had friends?”

“Again, very funny Dean,” you laughed somewhat sarcastically. “What if I’m good friends with a guy and I really like him, but I’m scared to tell him because I don’t want to lose the friendship?”

“Look, Sam loves you but he doesn’t see you…that way,” he said.

“It’s not Sam, dumbass,” you said. “I have plenty of friends! And there’s this one friend, who’s a guy that I really like. I don’t think he feels the same way, but it’s driving me absolutely crazy that I can’t just tell him.”

“I, uh, I don’t know. I mean, I always think the guy has more to lose if that situation goes south, cause he’ll always be attracted to the girl but she might…get bored with him.”

“But what if the guy doesn’t like me back? What if I tell him and he says ‘gross, you’re like a sister to me’?”

“If he does see you as a sister, he’s not gonna say ‘gross’ when you tell him how you feel?”

“How do you know?”

“Cause I know Sam and he’d be lucky to have a girl like you.”

“It’s not Sam, you moron!” you exclaimed, a little louder than intended.

“…Garth?”

“What if the guy I really like is also really dumb?” you asked.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say Garth is dumb…”

“Oh my god,” you groaned. “Yeah, never mind.” You put your face in your hands for a moment before starting to drink the beer Dean had ordered for you. He watched you with furrowed brows and it felt like an eternity (really it was about sixty seconds) before he suddenly broke the silence.

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed. “Is it…me?”

“I’m sorry,” you said, looking over at him. “I didn’t plan on letting that slip tonight, I swear.”

“But, it is me? You like me?” Dean asked, you nodded. “Oh my fucking god!”

You couldn’t tell if he was happy and you were beginning to really worry.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly. You turned on your chair to leave but he gripped your upper arm and kept you in place.

“No, don’t—fuck! I feel like I just won the fucking lottery and I just need a second to catch up.”

“Wait, you’re happy? You…You like me too?”

“Oh yeah,” he nodded, “I may be stupid but I’m not an idiot.”

“Well…” you teased.

He rolled his eyes, still smiling; “Just let me kiss you, already,” Dean muttered. He put his hands on your cheeks, stood up off his chair, leaned toward you, and kissed you deeply. His hands moved to your shoulders then down to your lower back as you put your hands on his cheeks.

“Wait,” you mumbled, pulling back slightly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, you’re incredible! I’m just now realizing how many creepy guys are staring at me.”

“Told ya,” he said, taking a look around the bar.

“Could we, maybe…head to your motel room?” you asked somewhat nervously.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Hundred percent.” You nodded vigorously, looking at his lips then up and into his bright green eyes. “Unless…you don’t want to?”

“Oh I definitely want to, I’ve wanted to since Sam and I picked you up after he left Stanford,” he said.

“And you didn’t say anything? Dean, it’s been like ten years?” You furrowed your brows then noticed he actually seemed a little embarrassed. “For the record, I’ve wanted to kiss you for about twelve.” His eyes widened.

“What? Wow, I guess we’re both a little stupid,” he laughed a little before leaning in for another kiss.

“Excuse me, Winchester?” You quirked a brow, looking at him.

“I mean, you’re smart, so smart,” he rambled a little. “And sexy, so fucking sexy.” He kissed you and you kissed him back, smiling against his mouth. “Let’s get the hell outta here, sweetheart.”

“Mmh, just another minute,” you mumbled, not wanting to stop kissing him.

He pulled away after a moment, both of you smiling.

“My god you’re beautiful.” He smiled, putting a hand on your cheek.

You hopped off the stool but stayed looking into his eyes; “You’re so fuckin’ hot, Dean Winchester,” you mumbled and kissed him again, pulling him down by the collar of his jacket.

He pulled out his wallet and was about to pay for both drinks but you stopped him.

“What’s wrong?”

“If you pay for my drink then this would count as our first date,” you said.

“Huh, I didn’t think of it like that,” he replied. “Alright, we each pay for our own drinks.”

“Exactly.” You nodded and took out your own wallet, each of you leaving a ten on the counter. “Now, shall we go to your motel room?”

“I’m sharing a room with Sammy,” he said.

“My motel room it is.” You pulled him down again and kissed him.

“Lead the way.”

You woke up to the sound of Dean snoring lightly behind you and a smile formed on your lips as you recalled what had happened only a few hours ago. You felt Dean’s arm snake around your waist and he pulled you closer to him.

You assumed he was awake now and you turned to kiss him but he was actually still snoring. The thought that he wanted you closer to him even when he was sleeping made your smile deepen.

A wave of calmness washed over you, followed by an unnerving idea; how serious was Dean when he said he liked you?

Did he think this was a one-and-done situation? Were he and Sam just gonna drive off in that beautiful Impala and leave you to start hunting alone?

You hadn’t hunted alone since re-connecting with the Winchesters back in ‘05. Before that you’d been hunting alone or with Dean while Sam was in college. Before that you’d hunted with your dad, who occasionally worked with John.

You honestly didn’t really remember the first time you met Dean. You were both just kids and you blocked out a lot of your childhood due to the fact you’d been hunting your whole life. (It was actually a similar story to Dean’s—after a monster killed your mom, your dad became obsessed with hunting and seemed to forget he was a father with a four-year-old in the back seat of his pickup truck.)

What you did remember was the first time hunting alone with Dean. You were twenty-two and (finally) not hunting with your dad when you ran into Dean who was also hunting alone. He had recently had some kind of falling out with Sam, who had been at Stanford a couple years already. You remembered how Dean reacted to the fact you were hunting alone.

He was genuinely worried for your safety and insisted he hunt with you for a while. You took him up on the offer and spent a couple months together before parting ways but still staying in touch.

You were drawn back to the present when Dean let out a breath of air as he stirred awake.

“Good morning,” he mumbled, a smile on his full lips when he opened his eyes. He sat up on his elbow and tilted your chin up with his finger. “My god, how are you so beautiful?” You giggled a little before he bent down and kissed you.

He sat up further and slipped an arm under you, bringing you to the center of the bed. He caged you beneath him by putting his hands on either side of you as your hands went into his already ruffled hair. You brought him back down and kissed him again, his left hand moving again and trailing down your side, bringing your bare thigh up to graze his own.

You could tell where things were going so you stopped him, “Dean.”

“Y/n,” he mumbled back.

“Dean, wait,” you said quietly.

“What is it?” he asked, looking down at you.

“How, um, how serious is this?” you asked.

“What?” He furrowed his brows a little.

“Is this a one-night thing?”

“Oh,” he realized. “Um, it can be, if that’s what you want.”

“Is that…what you want?” you asked.

He looked into your eyes and slowly shook his head negatively, your smile returning to your flushed face.

“I was kinda thinking this would be at least a two-night thing,” he said, showing off his adorable smirk and making you roll your eyes a little. He bent down and kissed you. “Maybe a three-night thing.”

“A four-night thing?” you teased.

“I think you’re gonna be stuck with me for a lot longer than that, sweetheart,” he mumbled into your mouth.

“You really think?” you asked, smiling.

“Hate to break it to you, but I’m kinda in love with you.” He stopped kissing you, realizing what he said. “I, uh, I mean, not—fuck, I really am. I’m sorry.”

“Dean,” you interrupted his spiraling, “I’m kinda in love with you too.”

“Oh thank goodness,” he whispered and kissed you again.

#spn #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester comfort #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x female!reader #supernatural fluff #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #supernatural fic #by mind empty just fictional people #by mind empty just fictional people #<- still no clue why these are two different tags #by jean

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campbell-rose · 10 months

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Helluva Rewrite: Moxxie

A big thing with Moxxie was just me wanting him to not look like a butler. I don’t know what it is with Viv and men in suits, but I'm not a fan. To keep his vest from blending into his pants, I untucked a bit of his undershirt. I want each member of IMP to stand out visually from one another (because all imps literally look related to some degree lol) so I gave Moxxie green in his color palette to contrast the orangish red tone I gave his skin. I also think green eyes will help him stand out very nicely from the group. Instead of striped I put gold rings on his tail and gave him a couple rings on his fingers because greed and gold. Since Viv loves bowties, I let Mox keep his but made it droopy because I think it’s cuter. Originally, I was going to keep his coattails, but I feel like with the shape of his legs it just muddies his silhouette.

With Moxxie there isn’t much about his character I have to gripe about or want to change. He’s a skilled gunman with knowledge of the subject and history of guns. Cool, now for that, I’m working in his greed traits and decided that he outright hoards guns (since viv wants to claim imps hoard things). Moxxie has a vast collection and is always keeping them nice and spiffy.

Now one thing I don’t like about Moxxie is his insecurity. Moreso the fact that it’s constantly being played up, like in Unhappy Campers where he’s like a crotchety old woman going through menopause because his wife is more popular than him. At that point it’s just stupid for the sake of drama. Since I made Millie the insecure one, I’m going to play up Moxxie’s straight man status.

Moxxie is going to be the level headed cool sniper type I suppose. He’s not going to be as expression as Millie, the blue oni to her red in a sense. I think the comedy of that could be when something does make him lose his composure (I think I'll draw up a redone scene as an example) like Millie’s parents outright disliking him or Striker singing about how he sucks and should go fuck himself. I like the idea that because of his childhood as the son of an abusive mob boss father he’s learned to shove bad feelings down rather than express them outright. This doesn’t mean I want him to be a stone faced rock. No, I mostly just want him to express surface level exasperation and frustration with Blitzø’s antics (like his big “WHAT?” when Blitz mentions he hired Strikker)

So an example of this could be Striker’s song. After he tells Moxxie to go fuck himself, a close shot of Moxxie’s face shows it twitching. He adjusts his glasses, stands up, and excuses himself. (Millie recognizes that this is bad because she knows him and follows) But she loses him in Striker’s fangirl crowd. Moxxie will be visibly upset as he climbs the stairs before hearing Millie calling for him and regaining his composure – until he notices the glow coming from Striker’s room that catches his attention.

So I don’t want this Moxxie to be a straight-faced ass, just a more composed character.

Back to his insecurity real quick! Mozzie is a trained assassin but his is not physically strong enough to fight hand to hand. This is a weak spot for him because his father constantly shat all over him growing up and would literally smack him around and Moxxie was (in his own mind) too physically weak to stop it from happening.

As to how he met Blitzo... well in this I don’t want the bs jail in hell bit because there has been no justifiable ass pulls by Viv or the team. Idk I'm having trouble. Maybe they met through Millie? Like Moxxie meets Millie doing something and is like ‘holy shit I love this chick fuck you dad I'm out.’

Idk that’s what I'm going with I'll fix it later this took way too long to do and i'll still gotta do Blitzo and Stolas and maybe the other characters and then maybe rework season one idk i'll focus on just doing Blitzo and reworking my Loona again

#anti helluva boss #anti vivziepop #helluva boss critical #helluva boss redesign #helluva boss rewrite #helluva rewrite

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carcarcraziiv2 · 5 months

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The Woman with the Pink Hair (P. 1, 2, 3)

Hello my friends! I bring to you The Woman with the Pink Hair! This is a Vi x Fem! Reader fanfiction.

I will post this gradually, maybe once or twice a week until it is fully out! (If you are impatient, you can view it on my Wattpad-> @DatBishCar)

Please note that this is the first piece I wrote after a HEFTY (I mean years long) hiatus from writing.

P.S. Lowkey I KNOW there's a bunch of shit I could fix in here to make it better due to my practice over the past year or so, but I just... I'm so lazy rn LOL. Anyhoooooo....

ALSO- here are the TW for you lovelies! (This is for the WHOLE SERIES)-

Violence, mental illness, oral sex, dominant tendencies, torture, kidnapping, plotting?... lowkey there's probably more but you should get the gist here, AS ALWAYS ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK ILY<3

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PART ONE: INTRODUCTIONS-

Staring at the wall. You often found yourself staring at the wall while you were bored, zoning out thinking about things. How lonely your life had gotten, while at the same time it is better than it has been in a while. You had your freedoms to go do what you wanted - walk, paint, draw, listen to music. As you did those things you constantly seeked inspiration from the little bits and pieces that showed themselves to you in every crack and crevice.

You enjoyed finding the positives in things that didn't always seem positive. Hell, you were living in an old shack you rented from a grungy man who you weren't sure even actually owned the place. He did, however, have the keys.

Deciding you needed some fresh air, as fresh as it can be in the undercity, you gather yourself to head out for a stroll through the dark streets and into the markets and shops. You enjoyed people watching, perhaps you would run into someone interesting. You grabbed your jacket, a purple and black lots of pockets kind of deal, and your beanie and put them on. Your medium length hair was in a bun on the lower part of your head, and you had pieces of hair flowing down in front of your face on either side. You liked the wispy look of it.

You quickly found yourself in the center of the town after a few turns and blocks that you had memorized by heart. The place was always semi crowded. People doing grungy things, illegal things - but in your eyes, you saw beauty. You saw people smiling, laughing with their friends. Even as there were people who looked at you with an evil glint in their eye as you walked past, you were not afraid. You knew this place like the back of your hand, you grew up here after all.

After reaching one of your favorite places to eat, you walked to the counter and ordered some soup. Honestly, there was no telling what ingredients were in it but you trusted the chef as they always made delicious things. A few minutes pass, and you grabbed your brown, watery looking stew and headed over to a table nearby. There was no one sitting there, and the furniture was mostly clean unlike some of the surrounding options which were covered in trash, dirt and spilled food. As you sat, you looked over to the large red headed woman who cooked and served the food.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome, honey," she replied with a warm smile. She was kind of like family to you, since you didn't really have any of your own. In fact, a lot of the shopkeepers and people who constanted the area were as such. You rarely saw people you didn't know or hadn't at least met once.

The soup was warm, salty, and amazing as usual. You finished every last bite and took the common decency to return the silverware and bowl to the counter, rather than having them come grab it from the table. You liked helping them out whenever you could, as they would do the same for you. Turning around, you looked about. Still seeking inspiration, you were torn as to whether or not to just go home. You did have to work in the morning but were unsure as to how much you actually cared about getting rest beforehand. Scanning your surroundings from right to left, you looked at all the people, until you saw someone unfamiliar leaning against a wall, hood down, with bits of pink hair peeking out from beneath it.

You were intrigued.

Gazing at the person standing there, your creative curiosity and interest peaked. You wanted to know what they looked like, and luckily right as the thought crossed your mind someone approached the woman, and she took her hood down.

She looked tired, worn, beaten and bruised. Your heart hurt thinking about anyone going through the things that would result in looking such a way. Behind all of that surface area, you saw beautiful features, however, and felt your heart race a little bit as the woman scanned the area while chatting. You were nervous she would catch you staring, so you pretended to look down quickly.

The woman was becoming more agitated speaking with the person in front of her, and suddenly pushed them away. She started walking quickly away from you.

Oh no... you thought. You did not want to lose this person, as creepy as that sounds. You decided to follow them only for a few minutes. Sometimes strangers led you to streets and places you would have never gone to yourself. You weren't only following her to be creepy.

You jumped up and started walking in the same direction as the woman. She was fast, so you had to speed walk a little bit. You took a few turns and short stops, all at places you had been before and studied before. Although you were interested in her, you decided that you would turn around and head home.

Right before you turned heel, the woman turned down a narrow dark alleyway. Ok... you thought. Now what is she doing? You waited a few moments before turning, too. You didn't want her to see you and recognize you. She looked like she might get a little angry about that.

Very quickly, you realized you had made a mistake. Three large men appeared from the shadows in front of the woman. And she stopped, looked up to the sky, and sighed loudly. You took the opportunity to hide behind a stack of boxes that were next to a dumpster on the left side of the alleyway. You peeked out from behind them and watched the confrontation ensue.

"What do you need, boys?" The woman said, stepping over to lean on the wall next to her, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

"We saw a pretty girl like you, and decided we needed to have you. What'ya say, sweets?" One man said. His voice was gravely, low, and you swore you could smell him from where you were. The other two men were sneering behind him, adjusting their waste bands.

The woman laughed. And she laughed loudly. Your eyes widened at the sound, it was like a sweet music, even in this scenario.

"You don't know what you're about to do, dirtbag," the woman said while laughing. The man's expression quickly changed to one of anger, and he started approaching her. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you," She warned. The man laughed slightly and kept approaching, to which the woman responded-

"Idiot".

---- Vi's POV ----

Vi sneered at the man coming at her. She had a rush of adrenaline from the argument she had with the junky at the markets earlier already and needed to get rid of the urges she had to punch something. She decided these guys would do the trick.

As the man approached, Vi took the cigarette out of her mouth and flicked it at him. He jerked back. Really? Afraid to get burned? That should be the least of your worries. As he jerked back, she grabbed him by the front of his coat and head butted him, wasting no time while he was in shock to bring her right fist up and slam it into his face.

"By the way, the name is Vi."

The other two men started to approach her, and she gave them a look that said "really?". They came to her from opposite sides, and she easily grabbed both of their backs, took a step backward and slammed their heads into each other. The men both collapsed to the ground rubbing their heads and yelling at one another.

The first man was starting to get up off the ground, but this time he looked afraid. Vi gave him a look that made him tremble and told him "Get the fuck out of here. You and these two dumbasses. I don't want to see you causing trouble to anyone again. Got it?" They hesitated, "I said get the FUCK out of here!" She yelled this time. The men got up and ran away like little children. Pathetic.

Vi turned around and saw someone staring at her from behind a dumpster. It was that girl from the market, the one that caught her eye. She had noticed her following her but didn't think she still was at this point. Vi grew angry, her adrenaline still running high through her veins.

---- Your POV ----

As the fight finished up, you were holey prepared to turn tail and book it out of here. You decided you were following someone really dangerous and became scared. That is right about the moment when the woman turned around and looked right at you, rage in her eyes.

You stumbled backwards, turning and trying to run away. "Fuck" you muttered as you slipped immediately after trying to start running. You looked backward for a brief moment as you stood, and realized she was right behind you. The woman shoved you roughly into the wall behind you. Her hand on your neck.

"WHO are you? WHY are you following me? WHO are you working for?" The woman yelled in your face. Although you were afraid, short of breath and absolutely dreading what was to come you were enamored by her beauty. "Hello?!" She broke you out of your trance, "I asked you a question!"

"N- n- no one! I'm not working for anyone" you stammered, your voice weak from the vice like grip she had on your neck.

"Liar," she said calmly, her grip tightening ever so slightly on your neck. You felt pressure in your cheeks and above your eyes, and you became truly afraid that you may die.

"I- I'm no- not lying," you struggled to say. "I just tho- thought you looked go- good so I followed you to get inspi- inspiration for my art."

Her grip loosened ever so slightly. You sensed she could tell you were afraid. Maybe she could tell you were not lying, but you were unsure. You really couldn't trust strangers down here. She shoved her finger in your face, and bit her teeth together. Through this, she said -

"Don't fucking follow me again. That is creepy as hell." She released you and you fell to the ground, rubbing your neck.

"I- I won't!" you promised, looking up. But realization quickly hit that she was already gone, as you saw her walking the rest of the alleyway past where she beat those men, with her hood up and hands in her pockets.

You took the opportunity, got up, and ran your ass all the way home. You heart was beating very quickly, and you were still terrified. Hyper aware of everything around you. The wind making the tendrils of your hair fly next to your face as you ran.

Finally, you got home and got inside, collapsing on the ground from exhaustion.

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PART TWO: Ubiquity

The next few weeks, you continued on with your life. Going on walks, working, eating, and drawing. Drawing someone who you could not get out of your head. The woman with the pink hair. After your encounter, you swore you saw her everywhere. Places you had never seen her before.

One day, she was at the market getting food from your favorite place. She looked like she liked the woman who had previously given you your soup. She was smiling, and you noticed her put down a gracious tip onto the counter before collecting her food. You stayed very far back before cowering and going back home.

Another day, she came into your work. You didn't think she was looking for anything in particular, she was just browsing, probably bored. You watched from the back-room door as she fumbled with some of the little figurines you had placed out and watched her put them back down as if they were so fragile, she might break them by breathing on them.

On this particular day, you headed to work. You were tired and worn out from the last weeks' worth of work already but still had today before you finally got a day off. You worked in a small nick-nack shop that a lot of people who created gadgets frequented. You decided to stop and grab some coffee at the warn down coffee stand out front of the shop you worked. The stand was musty, creaky, and downright shouldn't even exist anymore. But what are you to do when you are so limited to recourses as you are down here?

"Hi, can I have a coffee, something sweet?" You smiled at the barista. They did not smile back.

"2 dollars." They stated. They were tall, skinny and looked as if they were addicted to... something. You handed them the money and they gave you your coffee, immediately turning away to attend to the next customer. You started taking a sip, it was bitter, and you let out a hiss. Slowly turning to your left, you jumped and let out a little yelp.

It was the woman. She was standing beside you against the wall, staring at you as if she was pondering something. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and she took a drag off her cigarette.

"You still following me?" She smirked. Your eyes widened and you felt your heart beating a thousand beats per minute. She was wearing the same getup. A red jacket that looked warn. Her tired look was no longer, but she did look wary and had a few scratches, including one on her lips.

Her beautiful pink lips.

"Hey, my eyes are up here," she snorted. You gasped.

"Oh, shit. Sorry... No, I am not following you. Trust me I don't want to get strangled again." You said way too quickly. A few people glanced over at the two of you, and you lowered your head. You could feel your cheeks becoming red.

"Then why are you everywhere I go? I have seen you at least 3 places besides the first time we encountered one another. Who are you?"

"Well like I said, I am not following you," you stated. You felt a little frustrated that it wasn't getting through her head. "And I don't appreciate you accusing me of such!"

She laughed. That same beautiful laugh she had right before she beat the shit out of three huge men.

"It wouldn't be the first time, weirdo. Now, I am not going to hurt you again. Trust me. I was in a fit of rage and... yeah. Just can you trust me on that?" She looked genuine. You felt yourself loosen up a bit. "What is your name? I'm Vi," she reached her hand out towards you.

"I'm (y/n). And I guess I can," you stated hesitantly. You reached your hand out and grasped hers. It was calloused and hard against your soft one.

"So, you're really an artist?" She asked, sitting down on a bench across the walkway. You followed, and sat next to her, looking at your wristwatch. You had about 30 minutes until you had to go in to work behind the coffee shop.

"Um... yes. It's a hobby," you said shyly. You brushed a loose piece of hair back behind your ear and looked over at her. "And you're a street fighter?" You said raising your eyebrow.

She laughed again. You couldn't help but smile too.

"Well, technically, I guess you could call it that. I really only fight when I have to, or if I am in the mood to do so. I am the kind of person who just goes with the flow, I guess. I have no real goal right now...". You noticed that she was becoming saddened, but not enough to fully show it through her tough face. She stretched her legs out and laid back against the back of the bench and looked up at the sky. You noticed a few features you hadn't previously. She had a tattoo on her cheek that read VI and a gear tattoo on the side of her neck. She had scars, a lot of them. You wondered where she got them but put the pieces together and assumed they were probably from fights.

"Do you fight a lot?" You blurted out, unsure if the question would offend, anger or sadden her. She looked at you dead in the eyes with her sky-blue ones, serious as can be.

"Yes."

She was so mysterious. You wondered about her life, her story. You wanted to know more about her but there was still and underlying fear and feeling of uneasiness around her simply because of how the two of you first interacted. You rubbed your neck as you remembered the happening.

"I am sorry for what I did to you before. It was out of line. I shouldn't have assumed you were some person who was hired to go after me." Vi reached up and put her hand on your shoulder for a split second. You felt yourself get warm all over and blushed.

"Um, I guess it's okay?" You shrugged. You weren't actually okay with it, but you didn't want it to be the reason why you two wouldn't talk again. You wanted to talk to her again, so you gathered yourself and in a brief confidence asked, "Do you want to hangout sometime? Like we can get coffee or food or something?"

She looked taken aback, and you immediately began trying to remedy the situation. You were embarrassed. "I- I'm sorry it's okay if you don't want to I totally under-"

"(y/n), Its okay. I would like that." She stopped you and stated. You smiled coyly and looked down at your coffee, then back up at her.

"Okay, cool. Meet me here tomorrow, same time?" You got up. "I have to go to work, actually. Like right there. I am a few minutes late..." You couldn't believe that 35 minutes had already passed by and knew the boss man was not going to be happy that you were late. You said your goodbyes and headed into the shop.

You were right, the man was not happy.

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PART THREE: Awkward Encounters

You and Vi had plans to meet the next day. On one hand you were giddy with excitement. On the other, you were nervous. Very nervous. You weren't entirely sure you could trust the temperament of this woman. As you laid in bed, you had thoughts of what the day ahead would look like. What kind of interest did Vi have with you? You were certain you had interest in her, but you didn't know what kind of interest it was. You imagined the two of you in different scenarios, such as friendship, or as lovers. Friendship seemed amazing, but lovers felt even better. You smiled at yourself and rolled over. Either way, you decided you were going to have a good time.

--THE NEXT DAY--

Waking up energized, you decided since it was your day off, you would try to do as much as possible. If Vi was up to it, perhaps she could tag along. You got up in the morning from your bed and comfortable plaid duvet to go shower. In the shower, you washed your hair as well as wash and shaved your body. The water was warm as it caressed your figure. You imagined it was Vi.

What am I thinking? You contemplated. You two had only just met and it was a strange encounter to say the least. You shook your head in dismay, blushing at the thoughts you were dismissing. You hopped out of the shower and grabbed one of the towels right outside the curtain. You always laid the towel on the toilet seat so it would be easier to get to. Stepping out of the shower, you stood in front of the mirror above the sink. You were a tidy person, but today it was a little bit messy in there.

Taking a small hand towel, you swiped the glass on the mirror so you could see your reflection. Although you looked tired, you still felt energetic. You were too giddy to feel tired. You decided today you were going to put on a little bit of makeup, just mascara and eyeshadow. Walking out of your bathroom and back into your room, the towel draped across your midriff, you looked in the closet to pick out an outfit.

Deciding on black jeans, a baggy brown knit sweater, and your warn old brown boots you tossed them on. The sweater was warm, which was perfect for this time of year in the Undercity. You got everything on, tossed on a few rings on your fingers, and headed to the door. beside the door was a coat rack, which you grabbed your oversized black leather jacket off of and threw on. You smiled as you walked outside and took a deep breath of air.

Your heart was racing, but this time it was from excitement. Never had you thought you would be so brave as to ask someone you had just met (who admittedly had almost killed you) to hangout. You rolled your eyes at yourself and dismissed the thoughts from coming back. You refused to let that ruin your day or come back up ever again.

You made your way down the street and your usual route to the coffee shop in front of your work. As you approached, you had hoped Vi would be there early, but she was nowhere to be seen. It was 5 minutes before your set meeting time, but you were not worried. You ordered yourself and Vi a coffee at the stand and sat at the bench you both had your first meaningful conversation at. Taking a sip, you looked around and took in the area, hoping to remember every last detail that you may not have already memorized.

You looked down at your watch and realized time had already passed. 10 minutes, actually. You were getting worried that she wouldn't show up. After another 5 minutes, you decided to get up and walk into the shop you were employed at. The shop keep looked confused why you were there, but you said-

"Don't worry, I am just visiting. I rarely get to come in here as a customer."

"Oh, okay." he smiled slightly. He seemed to be in a better mood, but then you bumped into a shelf beside you. You jerked yourself to the right to correct it and ensure nothing fell off. "Just don't break anything," he sighed, rolling his eyes. He was a big man, not fat but muscular. He seemed like he could handle himself in a bar fight if he had to.

"I promise I will not break anything," you laughed slightly. You turned your back to the man and back towards the window out front, and you saw her.

She was beautiful, sitting there on the bench on the same side she had last. Her fingers were tapping the back of it and she was looking around nervously. You decided to set down the figurine you had in your hand and rushed outside. You were relieved she actually came.

"Vi!" you smiled, rushing over to her. She smiled back and began to stand, when you felt someone run into you, knocking you to the ground. You were shaken, and looked up towards the direction the person was going. "S-Sorry!" you hollered to the person, but they kept going.

"Watch it, Asshole!" Vi yelled in their direction, coming over to you to help you get up. Luckily, you had already gotten rid of the coffees as they had gotten cold. You stood and brushed yourself off, thanking the world silently for the ground not being wet today. Sighing, you turned to Vi and embraced her in a hug.

"I am so glad you made it," you smiled, releasing her. She had not returned the embrace, but you were okay with that. Not everyone is a hugger and she appeared shocked.

"Oh, uh yeah. Sorry about that. I had some things I had to take care of," she muttered, appearing to blush and took her hand through her hair. As she did this, you couldn't help but watch the muscles in her arm flex, as she was only wearing a t-shirt. She cleared her throat, and your eyes darted back over to her face.

"So, um, are you hungry?" you quickly changed the subject. She nodded, and you started walking. She followed.

The two of you walked side by side for quite some ways and decided amongst yourselves to go to one of Vi's favorite places. You had never been there before, but you had walked by it many times. You were in awe at the fact that you had not ever seen Vi before. You walked inside the establishment with her. It was large and smelled of drink. You noticed a decrepit old bar towards the back, and wooden tables all around. There were a few people in there, but not many. Vi walked to the back and sat at the bar. Sighing, as she looked around.

"You know," she started, "My dad used to own this place. He died trying to protect my family." A pained expression crossed her face. You frowned.

"Oh, I am so sorry..." you weren't the best at comforting people and looked down at your hands. Luckily, Vi decided she wanted to change the subject and called the bartender over, ordering you both a drink. You didn't normally drink, but today you were willing to allow it. After all, you did decide you wanted to have fun.

After a few rounds, you both and really let loose a lot. You were laughing with each other and had gotten to know more about each other's lives and interests.

"...And then!" Vi laughed as she was finishing her story, "He fell on his ass into the puddle, right beside us!" You grimaced and laughed with her. She had just told you about a fight she had gotten into. It seemed to be a lot of the talking points she had, but you didn't mind. Actually, it impressed you how confident she was in herself.

In your tipsy state, you leaned forward, putting your hand on her thigh to keep your balance. She looked down at your hand, and back up at you.

"I am sorry for following you," you slurred. "I thought you were so beautiful... I wanted to see what you were about..." blushing, you turned away, but your hand still laid on her thigh. You felt a warmth over your hand and looked back over. Vi had placed hers there, on top of yours. Butterflies fluttered throughout your stomach.

"(Y/N), it's okay. Really." The two of you had gotten closer, without even realizing it. "To be honest, I saw you at the market before I even started walking. You were looking down at your hands, but I could tell you were pretty. I almost came over to you, but I chickened out."

Your eyes widened, and you blushed profusely. You leaned towards her slightly. You weren't even sure she was interested in women, but you didn't care. You were really really hoping she was. Suddenly, Vi removed her hand from on top of yours, and lightly placed it on the back of your neck. She looked you in the eyes, and you tilted your head ever so slightly looking back into hers. She leaned in, pulling you closer gently, and pressed her lips against yours. You leaned into the kiss and melted. Her lips felt like heaven against yours. They were soft, supple, and warm.

As she pulled away, you felt your hand absent-mindedly reach up and caress your mouth. You were blushing even harder than before and looked at her. She was smiling a huge face splitting smile. She looked proud.

"Wow," she stated.

"Wow," you repeated back.

"Bet ya weren't expecting that, were you?"

"No, but I liked it. Did... did you?" you asked nervously.

"I wouldn't have done it if I didn't want to." She giggled. You smiled and turned back towards the bar, twirling your finger around the straw in the glass. You wanted another, and so did she. You knew because soon there were two new drinks in front of you both.

You looked over at Vi. She was just finishing a sip of her drink and looked over at you as she set it down.

"Do you want to come to my house tomorrow and see some of my art? I already saw you fight, so I figured it would be fair if I showed you some of the things I have done," you asked sheepishly. She smiled, but this time it was sly. Like someone looking at something they wanted to eat, to devour.

"Absolutely."

The two of you finished your drinks. The day was nearly over, and you hadn't done any of the things that you had planned. You were okay with it. In fact, you wouldn't trade how this day went for anything. Before leaving the establishment, Vi offered to walk you home. You had a feeling she wanted to keep you safe, and you appreciated it even though were not afraid. This also made it easier for her to find your home the next day, so she could come look at your art.

You continued talking to one another as you walked back to your house. She had her hands in her pockets, and you had yours in your own. The streets were dark and there were hardly any people out, as most of the shops had closed.

Approaching the old shack of a house you called home, Vi let out a whistle and turned to you.

"Quite the place you got here, huh?" She grinned, teasing you.

"Hey, its home to me alright? Can only do so much down here." You reached up and lightly smacked her arm. Before you could lower your hand, she grabbed your wrist and pulled you close to her. So close, both of you were touching bodies. Vi was taller than you, and looked down at you slightly, as you looked up at her. She smiled and planted another kiss on you. This one more passionate, inviting. You could feel her warmth enveloping you as her arms held you.

Releasing from the kiss, you tried to stammer out a goodbye, but Vi had already started walking away.

"See you tomorrow, sweet stuff!" She said, waving as she walked backwards. She had a huge grin on her face.

"O-Okay! See you tomorrow!" You smiled back. You turned around and got inside, shut the door and leaned against it. You did a little happy dance in your spot.

Wow... you thought. That was amazing.

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shuadotcom · 1 year

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Irresistible | KMG (M)

Summary: You love Mingyu's hands and arms, especially when he holds you and touches you in the most sinful way.

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x Afab!Reader

Genres & AUs: Smut, pwp, established relationship au

Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

Warnings: Fingering, a little dirty talk, body worship? (mc is in love with Mingyu’s hands and arms), public sex, outdoor sex (they’re in the woods 0/10 would recommend), pet names (sweetheart, baby)

Words: 1.2k

Note: A little drabble thingy I wrote in a few hours for Mingyu’s birthday! It’s not beta’d so please don’t tell me about the typos bc I’ll probably find them in like 6 months when I decide to randomly reread it lol. It’s also my first time writing a fic completely on mobile and posting on the app (very annoying btw 😒). I also have a different Gyu fic that I finished that I want to get beta’d before I post - hopefully in the next day or so! It’s a little fluff moment though and not like whatever this horny shit is lol.

Net tag: @kflixnet

Mingyu’s hands are one of your favorite things about him (and yes it’s a very extensive list). His hands are so pretty and always so warm. The pads of his fingers are calloused in the best way but also always so soft.

He’s an expert at holding your hands and loves linking his fingers through yours and rubbing circles into your skin. You love watching him use his hands. Whether it’s when he cooks and you admire the skilled way he handles knives and chopsticks, or when he’s typing on his computer or phone and you watch how his nimble fingers glide over the keyboard and screen.

You love when he’s gripping something, especially something heavy, and you get to see the veins under the skin of his hands bulge, muscles stretching and flexing, reminiscent of pathways on a map; a map that trails all the way up his forearms to his biceps. His bulky, sculpted, wonderful biceps.

Those are a favorite of yours too.

You know he truly puts in the work to make them as big and defined as they are and you appreciate the hell out of him for it. You appreciate how safe and sound you always feel when he traps you in those arms in a hug, holding you like the most precious piece of glass. The limbs are so sturdy, so easy to naturally grab onto when you’re out in the world, relishing in the jealous looks people give you because you’re the one clinging to him, digging your nails lightly into the arms of the Greek god you get to call your boyfriend. If it was up to you, Mingyu would wear nothing but sleeveless shirts and tank tops.

Just like the sleeveless shirt he’s wearing today. It’s black and soft between your fingers as you cling to it like a lifeline. His hands you obsess over so much are doing another thing you love - grabbing at your sweaty, bare skin.

His right-hand grips the leg you’ve thrown around his waist, helping to keep you upright and keep you balanced. His left hand is covered in your sticky wetness as he drags his index finger in and out of your eager cunt.

The bark of the oak tree you’re pressed against digs into your back through your shirt and your jeans are dangerously close to falling off the leg that dangles in his hold, but you barely register it as Mingyu’s finger brushes your g-spot.

“Fuck! Gyu…”

“Feel good, sweetheart?”

Your bottom lip, already red and raw from how hard he kissed you earlier and how much you’ve been gnawing at it, is between your teeth again and you nod in response.

You’ve lost count of how long he’s been teasing you and drawing out this pleasure. It’s been at least fifteen minutes maybe. Definitely too long to be doing this behind a cluster of trees in the park in the middle of the day while your friends wait for you a few feet away.

“I can’t help it, you look so fucking good,” he grumbled into your ear as he crowded you against a tree.

“I’m wearing such a normal outfit!” You giggled, but it was short-lived when he attached his lips to your neck and began sucking on the skin.

“That’s how much you drive me crazy. You’re fucking irresistible.”

“B-but we’re supposed to be getting th-the drinks from the car.” You could barely get the sentence out as Mingyu’s wide hand reached up, grabbing a handful of one of your breasts through your shirt.

“The drinks can wait. Wanna make you cum first.”

He had said that what seems like forever ago, and he’s been doing the exact opposite. Mingyu alternates between lazily rubbing at your clit with his thumb and fucking you with one finger, bringing you so close but not giving you enough to tip you over the edge.

“Gyu, please,” you breathe out, holding in a moan that wants so badly to tumble out. Your ears pick up the sounds all around you - the sound of voices, the rustling of the trees, a dog barking in the distance, and the obscene squelching of your juices as Mingyu shoves a second thick finger into you.

“Hmm, I suppose I should let you cum. People may come looking for us.” He’s almost noncommittal with his words, still only fingering you with minimal effort.

“Please, please, please,” you babble as your fingers grab at his shirt so hard that you’re sure it’ll be wrinkled once you’re done.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please, let me cum, Gyu, please!” You’re desperate and punctuate your whimpers with open mouth kisses on his chiseled jaw.

Your boyfriend gives you a devious smirk and you can nearly hear the gears in his head turning, deciding if he wants to keep teasing you or not. Mingyu seems to take pity on you though as he readjusts your leg around him, hiking it higher. Your eyes rake over the prominent veins in his biceps, the skin looking as smooth and tan as always.

Then he’s drawing his other arm back and starts thrusting his fingers into you so quickly it takes your breath away. Your hands fly to his shoulders, grasping onto him for dear life as Mingyu pistons his fingers in and out, curling the tips perfectly.

“Ohhh fuck, like that, fuck!” The words leave your mouth in between more moans of his name, fire erupting in the pit of your stomach.

“Gonna make a mess all over my fingers, baby? Gonna let go for me right here with all these people around?”

A mix of words that you can’t understand comes out of you. He adds a third finger at some point, making your eyes roll back at the delicious burn of the stretch. Mingyu’s thumb rubs against your clit roughly, the pressure being exactly what you need.

He knows you so well and always knows when you’re about to release, so Mingyu brings his mouth to yours, capturing your lips and sticking his tongue into your mouth as you reach your peak. He swallows up your cries of his name as your body shakes in his hold, the tree bark scratching against your exposed skin where your shirt has risen up your back.

Your lips stay locked as you messily make out with him, his digits slowing down to let you ride out the rest of your orgasm.

Eventually, he pulls away and you let out puffs of air that turn into whines of protest when the stimulation from his fingers becomes too much.

Mingyu eases his fingers out of you and holds your gaze as he pops them into his mouth, sucking his fingers clean and groans.

“So sweet. My favorite flavor.” If your skin wasn’t already ablaze, you know you’d be burning up due to his little show.

Mingyu gently lowers your leg and leans down to help you steady your weak body. He gingerly lifts your leg to put it back through your underwear and jeans, even wiggling the denim up your legs and fastening the button for you.

He brings his right hand up, brushing some of your sweaty hair back and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Now, let’s go get those drinks!” He flashes you his signature wide, puppy smile before lacing his perfect fingers with yours and carrying on with your original goal as if he hadn’t just had those same fingers knuckle-deep in your pussy.

Not that you’re mad about it of course.

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 1 year

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Can you do a scenario with 2008 Bill Kaulitz dating a member of a popular pop girl group, maybe a one from the UK? (Making one up obvs) And they met during US promotions. Touching on language barriers (different accents lol), long distance, both having a big fanbase, how different their music is ect <33 your writing is fantastic btw

(Hello! Sure I can and I'm so glad you like my writing! Sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoy!)

Too Close To The Stars

I think he was surprised at himself for dating someone almost exactly like him

I think he expected to date someone who wasn't famous to keep your relationship out of the media

But he's so glad that he ended up with you as a girlfriend

He loves you sm

Hell go to all your concerts, in the crowd or backstage to meet you the second you get off that stage

Before you guys started dating he liked your groups music a little bit

And he has heard of you guys on tabloids and also through interviews he watched in his hotel rooms that played on the TV

For some reason you just caught his eye

Be it style, how you carried yourself, how beautiful you were, your laugh or your smile he was just captivated by you

It was an interview that took place in the UK and then it became a place he wanted to play at

If it meant meeting you he wanted to do it

He liked seeing how close you were with your friends because it made him think you get it

Like being in a band with your friends like he was

He was so nervous when he first met you

Somehow both your managers decided the two up and coming bands should do a Collab sorta thing

It was also a promotions to get your groups more known across the US

You guys started off with interviews and even you and Bill got a solo shoot due to being both the main singers

To say he was ecstatic and nervous was an understatement

Your two bands got along perfectly and it was actually a pretty great time when you guys hung out

Every single hang out could be as chaotic as shit and have you all with major hangovers the next day

See Tour Shenanigans for more on your hangouts

You and Bill got along great though, mostly

You guys had some language barriers but you guys got around them

Bill and you would draw out what you were saying, try and use hand signals the best you could

Bill knew English but liked talking in German to fluster or confuse you

You learned German behind his back to spite him

But before you did he called you so many nicknames when you couldn't understand and the guys were just cheering Bill on

You didn't understand till you learned German

He loved your accent though

He just could listen to it for hours at any given time of any day

He was very sullen when you guys had to part ways when everything was over

Especially because of the distance between you both

You guys very much so liked each other at this point

He and the band saw you guys off and he gave you a kiss goodbye

He was so giggly after it when you gave one back

You guys decided to stay friends with crushes, not specifically dating yet, but only talking to one another

He called you everyday to keep up with your lives

He always saw you on TV and doing your interviews

He always loved seeing you in promotions or on magazine covers even when he didn't see you

He traveled to your concerts to surprise you after not seeing you for a while

He has fun with your fanbase

Like whenever someone asks about you he always talks about you proudly with a smile

When he sees your fans he is sorta smug on how they're you're fans but he's the one to kiss and hold you

He really does love your fans though as they're a big part of your career

He hates the disrespectful and snobby ones though

Or the ones who go after him and your relationship

He mostly ignores the toxic fans and focuses on you

He didn't expect to have that great love especially with someone so famous as you but he's glad he does

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landhoehoehoe · 2 years

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all on the line - Logan Sargeant

I can't believe I am actually finishing a multiple part story right here ahhhh🫣 Hope you enjoyed this story as much as I struggled writing it 🫶🏻

Side note: This is the part I hate the most out of the three parts lol

Part 1, Part 2

Song recs:

The Heart Wants What It Wants - Selena Gomez

Pictures of You - The Last Goodnight (for the part where they're in Spa)

Warnings: crash, idk what else

Logan Sargeant x reader; A crash makes him realize where his priorities lie

The French Grand Prix came by way too fast.

You spent the weeks in-between burying yourself in work and sim racing to take your mind off that night with Logan.

How could he have been so caring and loving and then a few hours later be a completely different person?

Then again you’d basically wanted to flee his room the second you’d woken up.

Maybe you’d sent the wrong signal.

Maybe you should have just stayed in his arms and given in to the comforting feeling he evoked inside of you. But you knew that you couldn’t.

A relationship with another driver would be under constant scrutiny and criticism by the public.

Even though you felt Logan’s gaze on you on multiple occasions while walking through the paddock and giving interviews, you did your best to ignore and avoid him.

Thankfully Dennis had understood pretty fast that Logan was not a fun topic for you to talk about so the Norwegian didn’t bring him up anymore and even shielded you off from Logan whenever you needed to hide from the Carlin driver behind Dennis’ back.

Only at the race start did it get tricky to avoid Logan: you were starting in the same row as him on the grid.

Naturally you were nervous when you walked to your car on the grid, already spotting Logan’s blue race suit in the crowd of mechanics and engineers.

When you reached your car, you turned your back to Logan, hoping he hadn’t noticed you yet.

Slowly you pulled your race suit up all the way, forcing yourself to put your whole focus on the race lying ahead of you.

While waiting for the race to start, you engaged into conversations with your engineer and manager to seem as busy as possible, but your tactic didn’t work for long.

“Y/n!”, he called out and you could hear his steps behind you.

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the interaction with Logan before you turned around, trying to smile like you weren’t still thinking about his fingers inside of you.

“Hey.”, he smiled at you, and you hated your heart for liking his stupid smile so much.

“Hey.”, you replied, not necessarily wanting to engage in a conversation with him.

“So uh…you nervous?”, he looked at you so innocently… the complete opposite of how he’d stared at you when he’d towered above you.

Get your thoughts straight!

You shook your head slightly, cursing yourself for still thinking of that night.

“Listen…. I can’t do this. Not now, not here, not ever.”, you suddenly burst out, avoiding looking into his eyes.

“What do you mean?”, he furrowed his brows.

“This!”, you gestured between the two of you, a trace of desperation in your voice.

“You’ve made it pretty clear that this was a one time thing and I’m totally okay with that, but…I can’t pretend like that night meant nothing to me either. So… I think it’s best if we put some distance between us for a while.”, you poured out your heart, being careful not to draw the attention of the cameras to you and Logan.

“But y/n, I-“

“Logan! We need you here, mate!”, someone called behind him, interrupting him.

He checked over his shoulder to see that his race engineer was calling him.

“Look, I know we had fun together, but I can forget about this if you can.”, you offered, shrugging at his helpless look.

He opened his mouth to say something, but then his shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Okay, whatever..”, he turned around and walked away without looking at you again. What the hell was that?

Was Logan seriously pissed at you for not wanting to get your feelings hurt?

You rolled your eyes: You definitely had to forget about him. Quick!

When you sat in your car, waiting to push down on the throttle, you allowed yourself a short glance over to where Logan sat in the car next to you.

His gaze was set on the lights ahead of you, completely focussed on the race now. You closed your eyes, gathering your thoughts.

If he could move on like that, you could, too.

“I’ll see you when I overtake you..”, you whispered to yourself, not wanting to break Logan’s and your tradition.

As soon as the lights turned off, adrenaline rushed through your body, heightening your senses.

You pushed into the first corner, keeping an eye out for your opponents behind and in front of you, and managed to slip in front of Logan. “Pourchaire point 4 seconds in front, keep pushing. Pace is good.”, you got the information from your race engineer and banned Logan from your mind, but that didn’t last for long, because soon enough the blue Carlin car was back in your mirrors.

“Sargeant gaining: gap now point 2 seconds, go defend.”

You didn’t have to be told twice: There was no way in hell you would let him pass.

So you defended your position, shutting the door on him more than once in the first few laps. Somehow you managed to stay ahead of him on the DRS straight, but soon enough he was attacking again: this time more aggressive, leaving less space between the two of your cars.

It annoyed you to say the least.

When he finally got past you, you cursed into the radio.

“Keep your head down, still a long way to go.”, your race engineer instructed, directing your focus on Doohan, who now crept up behind you.

A few laps later you got the chance to overtake Logan again, because you’d managed your tyres better than Logan had and he was losing pace.

You knew the move would be risky, going around on the outside in a particularly steep corner, but you only had one more lap of the race left to overtake.

Your heart beat fast when you pulled out behind him and pushed down on the throttle, watching him through your mirrors.

It almost worked perfectly: you went for the overtake and were about to cheer about gaining the position.

And that’s when it happened: Logan steered towards the outside line, wanting to shut the door on you.

But he’d miscalculated.

Your car was already too far in front, so your inner rear tyre got catapulted over his front tyre.

You couldn’t fathom the situation as you felt the rear end of the car lift off the ground.

Time seemed to have stopped.

It appeared to you as if the accident was happening in slow-motion: you saw that Logan somehow managed to keep his car on the track, then you realized you had to let go of your steering wheel to prevent any hand injuries.

And suddenly everything happened within the blink of an eye: time resumed.

Your car landed back down on the ground, sliding sideways over the track and directly towards a barrier.

With fear in your eyes, you prayed you’d be okay when you saw the barrier coming closer at a sickening speed.

You closed your eyes, bracing yourself for whatever was about to come.

Then came the impact: Your head got flung to the left and right, hitting your chassis harshly.

When you opened your eyes again, all you could see was dust and a piece of the broken barrier you’d crashed into on top of your halo.

You groaned, trying to comprehend what had happened.

Your head felt like a hoard of elephants had trampled all over it.

“Y/n? Are you ok?”, only then did you realize someone was speaking to you.

“Please confirm, are you ok?”, the worried voice repeated.

It was your race engineer.

“Yeah….I’m ok. Hit.…my head…”, you replied, breathing heavily.

Then suddenly the barrier was lifted off of your halo, letting in some sunlight into your cockpit again. “Y/n!”, someone screamed at you, the voice sounded familiar.

“Y/n! Are you okay? Please say something! Y/n!”, panic filled the voice.

Slowly you managed to tilt your head slightly upwards to look at the person standing in front of your car.

“Logan…”, you groaned lowly, your voice weak.

He reached down into your cockpit to free you of your seatbelts.

“Y/n!”, he shouted again, but it sounded blurry, like he was far, far away.

Your eyes fell closed again from the exhaustion.

“Hurry! She needs help!”, Logan turned his head away from you to scream at someone else.

“Help her!”, he exclaimed, fear and desperation in his voice now.

Moments later there were multiple voices around you, all talking nervously, some of them speaking to you, but you couldn’t comprehend what they were saying.

All you could do was try and keep your eyes open, willing yourself to stay strong now.

Then suddenly hands reached into the car to help you climb out.

Still feeling a bit wobbly, you were thankful for the help.

You needed to get out of this car and show your team that you were okay.

When your feet touched the ground, it was the weirdest feeling: like it was your first time standing on solid ground.

The voices around you were still talking frantically, you could hear people clapping somewhere in the distance and the commentator saying something in French.

An arm wrapped around your waist firmly and your arm was slung around someone’s shoulder to support you as you walked to the ambulance that was already waiting for you.

When you turned to look at the person, you frowned.

“Logan?”

You could still see the fear in his eyes.

“Everything’s going to be okay. I promise.”, he whispered, slowly guiding you across the track.

“The race..”, your voice sounded dry and hoarse.

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you are okay. I’m so sorry, y/n.”

Later, when everyone knew that you would be okay and that you were on the way to the hospital for some checkups, Logan still had to give his interview for F2, which he wasn’t particularly looking forward to.

Because he knew what their questions were going to be about.

But he didn’t want to relive the crash.

Not now, not ever again.

It had been one of the worst experiences of his life: the fear of losing you, those moments when he saw you sitting in your car, not moving.

“Logan, hi. What a day it’s been. The crash with y/n was a close one, but thankfully both of you could walk away without any serious injuries.”

Logan only nodded, his muscles tensing at your name falling from the interviewer’s mouth.

“Tell us, Logan, you could have continued the race since your car didn’t take any damage, but you chose to help y/n instead. What was going through your mind at that time?”

Logan’s jaw clenched and he took a deep breath to come off as composed as possible.

“To be honest, the second I saw her crash into the barrier I didn’t really care about my race anymore. In moments like these where someone’s in danger, scoring points becomes irrelevant. I’m just glad she’s okay and I’m so sorry to my team and to Prema of course.”, he answered, thankful for the media training he’d had.

“As we’ve seen in the past few races of the season, you and y/n have gotten along particularly well… do you think this crash will have any effects on the relationship the two of you have built?”

What a shitty question.

Logan wanted to throw his microphone at the interviewer’s head.

Somehow he managed to refrain from it, instead gripping the microphone tighter.

“Accidents can happen in motorsport, it’s a dangerous sport. But I know this crash was my fault and of course I take full responsibility for what happened. I can only hope y/n can forgive me.”

“Thank you, Logan. We wish y/n a speedy recovery and hope to see her in the paddock again come the next race.”

Logan put on a fake smile, like he’d actually enjoyed the interview, but all he wanted to do was throw up.

He felt sick to his stomach when he returned to the Carlin garage.

The crash was his fault. Solely his fault.

And the worst part about it was that he could have continued the race.

He could have kept racing without even the slightest injury or damage.

But you were in the hospital because of his mistake, his fuck-up.

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“There she is, y/n y/l/n, finally returning for her first race after the horrific crash at Paul Ricard! Y/n, how are you feeling today? Excited to get back into the car?”, the interviewer was standing in front of you on the race track, next to where your car was being set up for the upcoming race in Spa.

Well, how did you feel?

Nervous, hella anxious, but also more than excited to feel the adrenaline rush of racing again.

However, you legs still felt shaky whenever you thought of the crash.

You smiled into the camera and tried to come across as confident as possible.

“I’m feeling more than ready to get back into the fight for points. I’ve used this past month to focus on myself entirely, on getting fitter each day to come back stronger than before. So now I’m really looking forward to racing again.”, even though you knew half of what you’d just said was a lie, you still said it with so much conviction that everyone would have to believe you.

“Thank you very much, good luck out there!”, the reporter left you alone again and you felt yourself relaxing as the cameras moved further away from you.

“Hey.”, someone suddenly tapped your shoulder from behind.

Immediately you tensed back up again.

“Logan….hi..”, you didn’t know what to say.

He hadn’t talked to you since the crash in France and you’d been way too busy with recovering to spare him a thought. However, the countless apology cards he’d sent you didn’t go unnoticed either.

He looked at you with such an intensity that your stomach filled with butterflies instantly.

“Can we talk?”, he checked around himself to make sure no camera was pointed at the two of you.

Your gaze went to the track to avoid him.

“Logan…now is really not the time, I-“

“When is it then? You never talk to me anymore!”, he cut you off almost immediately, desperate for answers.

If the two of you weren’t public figures he probably would have raised his voice by now, but years of media training helped him keep his voice low.

“I just…..”, you looked up again and tried to defend yourself, but the words got caught in your throat. Fuck.

If you’d thought you were over him, you were just proven wrong.

You still wanted him.

“Talk to me, y/n, please…”, Logan almost whispered, his eyes pleading you to finally open up.

You checked again if any cameras were lurking.

“It hurt… you know?”, you got lost in his eyes once again.

Logan pulled his eyebrows together in a frown.

“It hurt: You asking me to forget that… that night.. ever happened.”, you elaborated and watched his eyes go wide.

Then he let his head fall back, facepalming himself.

“I’m such a fucking idiot.”, he groaned, before he looked back down at you.

“Y/n….I…What I said back then was complete bullshit.”

You tilted your head at him in confusion.

“Yeah… I doubt that. You were pretty clear on the pretending-this-never-happened part.”, you closed your eyes at the painful memory, but only until his hand came under your chin to tilt it upwards.

“Y/n, listen to me when I tell you that that was the dumbest thing I’ve ever said in my whole life.”

You gulped, not knowing what to say.

Was this heading in the direction you hoped it would?

“I…I know you said you can forget about that night, but I….can’t.”, he trailed off, his eyes involuntarily wandering to your lips.

Both of you were now breathing heavy.

“I only said that because I didn’t want to get hurt.”, you confessed, whispering because you suddenly realized how close his face was to yours.

A voice in the back of your head warned you to check for cameras again, but all you could focus on was the way Logan looked at you.

Like he wanted you just as desperately as you wanted him.

“I want to kiss you so badly right now..”, he whispered back, swallowing as he realized what he’d just said.

You scanned his face: His lips, his dimples, his eyes, his nose, his brows.

This is what you wanted: Him.

So you decided not to think too much about it and finally take action.

Without saying another word your hands pulled him down to connect your lips, taking him by surprise.

It only took him a quick second before he sunk into the kiss though.

He let go of your chin to wrap his arms around your waist tightly while his tongue softly entered your mouth.

You held onto him even tighter if possible and pressed yourself against his chest.

This was it, you were so sure of it: the feeling of letting yourself fall in love.

When you tugged on his hair slightly he groaned and you could feel him smiling against your lips.

It was only until you heard loud cheering noises around you that you realized Logan and you weren’t the only two people on this planet.

As soon as the two of you broke up the kiss, a dozen cameras were swarming you.

“Did everybody see that or am I hallucinating? Y/n Y/l/n and Logan Sargeant have just kissed on the track. I repeat: they have kissed on track, in front of everyone!”, the reporter almost shouted into her microphone, making sure absolutely everyone knew what had just happened.

You could only laugh in relief as Logan confidently grinned and wrapped an arm around you.

One look to the stands told you you weren’t the only one who was happy about the kiss.

Fans were standing up everywhere and cheering you on.

“Well….looks like we’ve just gone public.. on our first day of dating…”, you joked and Logan smirked, squeezing your waist.

He bent down to whisper into your ear.

“Doesn’t mean I haven’t been in love with you for months now..”, he enjoyed watching your face go red within seconds.

Once again, you completely forgot about the cameras around you.

“Seriously, y/n. I’m so sorry for everything I put you through only because I was too stupid to realize how much you meant to me..”, he added in a low voice so that nobody else could hear him but you.

“I’m sorry, too, Logan. For saying all those things even though they weren’t true.”, you replied in the same soft voice, causing a smile to creep onto his face.

“I’ll forgive you if you forgive me, deal?”

You began smiling again.

“Deal.”

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vampyrsm · 2 years

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Hear me out-

I was in a restaurant and y'know how so eti.es you get really horny for no apparent reason?

Well that kinda happened and all I could think about was waiter Bakugou noticing and giving you his keys so you could have car sex about half an hour later when his shift ended.

I'm so tired of brain rot tbh 😮‍💨

I am listening

I swear it always happens at the most inconvenient of times too, it's just an intrusive thought like 'imagine if u got bent over this table and fucked' LMFAO ITS SO CRAZY

warnings: mdni; two strangers having car sex lol female reader in mind, fingering (f!receiving), vaginal sex, protected sex. 1.6k

Anyway, yeah he noticed at first the fleeting glances you were giving to him. He was much too sexy cute to be working at some restaurant, he was worthy of being a model with how defined his body is, how his face is probably the most beautiful face you've ever lied eyes upon. But back to his muscles, the way his white dress shirt strains against his biceps whenever he's carrying multiple plates on his arms (you know how they just balance them like magicians) and you can't help but... watch him.

He at first thought you were maybe trying to flag him down to order something but you'd always look away the second he'd make eye contact with you with the most bashful of smiles on your face, trying your hardest to hide your face away from him so he didn't see just how much he was effecting you. So now he has a new interest in you, watches you whenever he comes over to fill up your friend's drinks, and how you most definitely check out his hands, arms, and gold chain beneath his shirt's open collar. You definitely looked at his ass when he turned around for a moment to let a colleague pass.

Bakugou is a man who draws a lot of attention, naturally, man is a greek statue. So he discretely passes you his keys, maybe you get up to go to the toilet or something—yes he knows it's a bit creepy of him to be basically lurking waiting for you to come out before he's pushing his car keys into your hand. "Wait for me, it's the black car in the number 3 parking spot." It's quick, already turning away before you can even process what the hell he's on about and the fact you're holding keys to some fancy car.

Rolling on the end of his shift, Bakugou is nervous. What if you just said fuck it and stole his car? He doesn't think you look the type but shit, it's a thought he has regardless. But the instant relief he finds when you're leaning against his car, a nervous look on your face until you see him approaching and instantly that shy smile is back on your face.

"Didn't think you'd still be here," he admits, watching the way your eyes once again roam over his face and down his chest before you meet his eyes again. He's stood right in front of you, a boyish smile on his face.

"I did think about leaving." you smile back easily, and he's relieved you didn't leave so soon. He admits you're extremely cute, and this is not something he does—ever. You offer his keys back up to him, pretty finger holding them up for him and he goes to reach for them before you're pulling them back towards you. Oh, you wanted to play with him? He's always down to play.

Bakugou's crowding into your space, your back pressed into the passenger's door of his car and he places both of his hands against the roof to fully lean into your space. His head tilts, he can feel your soft breaths against his face now with how close he is, can taste your perfume on the back of his tongue and he just wants to devour you. So he doesn't waste a second, moving in to lay a hungry kiss against your lips that quickly develops into him pushing his tongue into your mouth.

It doesn't take much for both of you to fumble with the keys to open the backdoors of his car, you're the first to get in with your back down against the seats and Bakugou crawls in after you to loom over you like a beast. It's so dark in the car, just the neon light of the restaurant sign giving the both of you an orange glow.

Whilst you half expected him to jump on you, to start tearing your clothes off to indulge in spur-of-the-moment sex with a stranger. You're pleasantly surprised when he lowers his lips to yours again, slow yet fulfilling kisses; he's drinking you in entirely. It has your stomach stirring to life with both butterflies and undeniable arousal. His hands wander, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to glide up against your sides until his thumbs roll over your bra.

Your eyes flutter at the feeling of his thumb roaming over your stiffening nipples, it's all so intoxicatingly intimate that it should feel weird but instead, it just has your head whirling. Unable to stop yourself from gasping when he pulls his lips away from your own to tuck his head into your neck, sucking blood to the surface of your skin in the form of small bruises.

When he does finally work you out of your clothes, as well as his own, you're both panting against each other. It was unbearable hot in the back of his car, all you could smell was him and it had your eyes in half-mast, staring up at him as if he were the only person in the world. Bakugou has a very similar look in his eyes, his fingers gliding between your legs to feel just how wet you are before plunging two fingers into you to work you open.

He swallows your moans whole and lets his tongue roll against your own and the rumbling groan making its way up his throat is almost lost in the kiss when you clench around his fingers. When he finally feels like you're stretched enough for him, he pulls his fingers back and raises up enough from you to let you watch the way his tongue drags over his fingers and sucks them into his mouth. It has your eyes fluttering, hole clenching around nothing in desperate need to be filled with what's been bobbing against his stomach this entire time.

"Patience," he grins when you whine a little, bucking your hips into him whilst he leans over you to dig through the gym bag you hadn't even noticed on the floor next to you. He pulls out a golden square package, your eyebrows shooting up in silent question. "Promise I don't usually do this,"

"You just keep condoms in your bag?"

And he shrugs, rolling the rubber down along his length and it has you licking your lips. His dick is fucking pretty, a pretty dick isn't something you'd ever think but nevertheless. That is what it is, it's flushed a pretty pink, the tip leaking with pre and the veins are practically throbbing. "Never know when I'll run into a pretty little thing like you." He snickers at the way you roll your eyes playfully, rewrapping your legs around his lithe waist to adjust himself.

His eyes meet yours in a silent ask for consent, and you nod your head. Hips raising just enough for him to roll the head of his cock through your lips before pushing against your entrance. Even with his fingers having stretched you some, it doesn't quite help with how thick he actually is. It's an impossible stretch, has your eyes rolling into the back of your head with a moan leaving your lips. Bakugou is no better off either, unable to stop the groan in his throat and his eyebrows furrow together at the way you clench around him.

Your body nearly jumps from the sudden friction against your clit, thick yet delicate fingers rubbing circles against you to try and coax you into relaxing more. His eyes are locked onto where the two of you are joined, he watches how your arousal is sticking to the condom and he can't help but wish he just went in raw. Maybe next time.

The thought has his hips unexpectantly bucking forward, a moan pulled from your pretty lips when he lays flush with his thighs to your ass. Next time? Will there even be a next time? Fuck, he sure hopes so. Your pussy feels too fucking good for a one-time thing, but would you want to see him again? That's when he decides to make it his mission to ensure you're not gonna ghost him or turn him down whenever he asks for your number.

His hips are fluid, rolling back and forth until he feels you relax, listening to the way your breaths become more erratic as you try to not get lost in the sensation of his cock pressing against that one spot that has your head filled with no thoughts other than him. The muted slap of his hips against your ass is loud in the car, you're certain the whole thing itself is moving from the way he's fucking hard and deep into you. So deep in fact you can feel him in your throat, choking on the moans and gasps.

He holds your gaze, watching the sheen of sweat on your pretty face in the flickering orange neon light and how your eyes are glazed over in what must be your approaching orgasm face. It's fucking beautifully sexy, his stomach tenses and he throws everything he has at you. Fingers pinching and swirling at your clit until he feels your walls flutter, and then squeeze, milking him for all he's worth. Bakugou moans, more of a whine when he starts to spill his seed in the condom and he wishes it was inside of you, wishes he could watch it be pushed from your abused little hole and roll down the crease of your ass onto his fancy leather seats.

The car is hot, warm and stuffy, Bakugou leans over you but is careful to not lay his entire weight on you. You're positively boneless beneath him, still reeling from your orgasm when he peppers a string of delicate kisses along your collarbone. Your head rolls to look at him, a dopey smile on his face that you can't help but mirror.

He's the first to break the air, a blush on his face. "I never caught your name."

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slytherintheundercroft · 1 year

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Secret Potion - Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Okay, this is my first go at a one shot, we'll se how it goes??? Hope you guys enjoy it! Lmk what you think!

Word count: 2.6k

Mostly fluff, (a little bit of a slower burning one sorry, LOL)

Y/N:

Classes for the day had finally ended, so you begin your venture outside, leaving through the Northern exit gate.

After a bit of a lengthy walk, find yourself along the edge of the Forbidden Forest. You're eagerly looking for the last ingredient for a potion you’ve been quite determined to make, despite your lack of skill in the subject. As you take some steps a bit further on the trail, deeper into the woods, you spot some. “Perfect!” you shout, “Ashwinder eggs!”

Once you’ve got them stowed away in your bag, you look little ways ahead, spotting a very familiar face. Your walk turns to more of a jog, as you catch up to him. "Sebastian?" you shouted. He turns to you with a surprised smile. "Y/N! What in Merlin's name are you doing out here?"

"Well.." you gesture, "I guess I could be asking you the same thing!"

"Touché." He chuckles. "Honestly, I just felt like getting some fresh air, and being surrounded by trees really makes it easier to relax" he said, his voice warm and inviting. "You know how it gets being stuck in that castle, especially once classes let out. All the noise and crowds in the halls, with everyone mingling and rushing around. I just needed to get away for a while, I suppose. Does that sound crazy?"

"No, it doesn't sounds crazy at all" you assured him. It was nice, you thought. To be so lucky... spending a bit of time alone with Sebastian, and so far from the school. You attempt to shake the idea from your head, trying to keep yourself composed. No, he obviously doesn't even think about you that way, anyways.

You had been so lost in your own mind while walking, that you had completely stopped paying attention to where you were going. You had seemed to be a great deal deeper into the forest than you would have hoped, and you start to notice the plethora of spiderwebs and scattered bones all around. And Sebastian was nowhere to be seen, where had he gone to? Shit. You began to worry a little, holding a tight grip on your wand, in the unfortunate instance of any unexpected attack.

While doing your best to find a way back and avoid trouble, you hear a loud snap from behind you, and chills instantly run up your spine. You ready your wand and turn to face the monster with a quick spell, only to be surprised, and closely met with Sebastian's tall stature. "Woah, please don't do anything hasty!" he yelled, quickly raising his hands into the air. You throw your wand to the ground in total shock. "Bloody hell, Sebastian! Don't sneak up like that! I nearly turned you to dust!" you gasped.

He lets out a relieved, yet playful laugh. "Ha! I would have countered any spell you'd have thrown at me anyway, I'm not worried" he smirks, proudly. You roll your eyes and let out an irritated groan, swiftly picking your wand up off of the ground. "Where had you gone to, anyway?" you question. Looking at you as if you were joking. "Actually," He replies "I had stopped to catch some lacewing flies from a nearby brush, I had even said it directly to you, Y/N. You were the one who seemed to walk off. Something on your mind, hm?" he pressed. As cute and charming as he was, he could still be such a pain. He stepped a bit closer, reaching out his hand in a gesture for you to follow him s bit more safely. "Look, I'm sorry I startled you.. Didn't exactly want to draw any attention, seeing as you wandered right into a spider lair..." He said, apologetically.

"Yeah, I suppose you do have a point, there.." You say, accepting his gesture, taking his hand and following him out of wherever it was you had ended up. His hand, you thought. It was so gentle.. and soft...

You quickly retracted your hand away from his, once again stopping yourself from thinking those silly thoughts. "I'll be okay, I won't run off again" you joke, letting out a small chuckle. He laughs to you at the remark, and you both walk on for a while without much conversation, as you could now see the sun was beginning to set in the distance.

"So," he lead off "my inquiry from earlier... What was it you had come out here for, Y/N?" You felt yourself blush a bit at the question, not expecting him to be asking it again. "Oh!" you blurt out. "It's... for a potion, just an extra credit assignment for potions class! I need the extra practice" you said through an exaggerated laugh, knowing that it was only half true.

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow and just a shred of disbelief, but gave you the benefit of the doubt anyway. "Ah, a little project, eh? I can't say I know much about potions, but I'm always eager to help with any homework you might have, all you have to do is ask!" He said, giving you a friendly smile, as you nodded and smiled back.

You had both finally begun to trudge up the school grounds, the sun now entirely set and the moon already making it's way up the horizon. He pushed the large door open. "Ladies first" he insists, motioning his hand toward you, then to the open doorway. You walk together through a few halls, making your way towards the potions classroom. "Really though," he persisted "I'm always here when a friend of mine is in need, so don't hesitate to ask if you need any help with that potion."

Ah, there it is. "Of course, yeah! Friends" you said in a small, forced laugh. Even though, in your mind, you've always wished you two could have been more than friends.

You both slow to a stop, standing in the middle of a near-empty Central Hall. "Well," you say, as you pat your hands to your sides, rolling back and forth on your heels "I guess I'll go and work on this experiment, er- project in the potions classroom. Maybe I'll see you around?"

Sebastian's smile never faltered, but there was a slight hint of disappointment in his eyes at your indirect refusal of his offer to help. "You certainly will," he nodded "don't let me keep you." He gave a small, farewell wave as you parted ways, and you gave a him a scrunched smile.

Quickly, you stumble into the empty classroom, closing the door behind you. You lean against the door and let out a big sigh, one that almost felt like the first breath you'd taken in over an hour. You make your way over to a cauldron, opening a potion book and flipping to a page titled "Amortentia: The Love Potion". You hoped you could pull this off, let alone on your own. You studied the instructions carefully, making sure to add in the ingredients as directed on the page. It really was a rather difficult potion to brew, and the ingredients to find, most likely to discourage students from using it excessively.

This could take a while, you pondered.

Sebastian:

I waited, watching her walk to the potions classroom until she was no longer in sight. I let out a deep sigh, and then turned to head to the library. Why not catch up on a bit of reading? Might distract me from these things I keep feeling, for a while, at least. I open the door to the library, which also seems to be entirely vacant. I make my way over to the small section that houses romance novels, as they're one of my guilty pleasures. They're much easier to read when no one is around to poke fun about it.

I grab the first one I see, not caring which it is, considering I've already read them all anyway. I sit in my favorite spot in front of the warm fireplace, and flip to the first page of the book. I read through it for a good while, but for some reason, I just can't seem to focus on the words. All I can seem to wonder about is how she must be doing with that potion. And why did it seem so secret, anyway? It must really mean a lot to her, to have to be brewing it so late, especially on a night where we still have classes tomorrow. Maybe I could go check up on her? See how it's coming along? If she is still even there, that is.

I close the book with a clap, and gently place it back on the shelf. As I head towards the classroom, I feel my heart rate increase. I'm not nervous... Am I? I walk up to the door, but I hesitate to even open it. Should I open it? Gah, I think to myself, why am I so bloody nervous? Merlin's beard, Y/N... What are you doing to me? Okay, okay.. be cool.

When I opened the door a crack, I could smell the bubbling cauldron. It smelled rather... nice? Usually, in my opinion, the potions we make in class smell a tad awful. Hm. I walk over toward her, trying to be less sneaky to avoid startling her again. She does look so focused though, it's quite admirable. "Hm, how's the potion making going? I say, clearing my throat to break the silence.

Y/N:

"Ah! Sebastian!" I gasp, not expecting him of all people to come waltzing in here. I swiftly turned around to face him, trying my best to conceal the open book and the ingredients I had laid out on the table. I felt my face grow hot and red.

He was looking at me, smiling in that irresistible and slightly smug way he always does. "Hey now, what do we have here?" he asked, while his eyes seemed to travel to the table, and everything on it. He picked up the book, even putting on a show of pretending to read the instructions. "Hmm... Amortentia, is it? I've always wondered how to brew that one. Is it really for an assignment, Y/N? Or do you plan on... Persuading somebody?" he snickered. "Oh c'mon, you know I'm only joking! But in all honesty, is this truly for an assignment, Y/N? It's quite late to be toiling away over a cauldron, and on a school night, no less." he teased.

My face seemed to somehow feel more blushed than it already was. I reached to snag the book from him, and I turned away. I feel so embarrassed. He can't find out I'm making this to give him. "It's nothing, like I said... Just something to try and get a little extra credit in the class. You know my potions aren't all that exemplary." I lied right through my teeth. I don't even know if I sounded convincing..

"Really? From what I've read about this potion, it has quite a strong impact. If you have been assigned such a potion, I think I deserve some of the extra credit for helping you, in the event it works too well" he winked, keeping that coy smile on his face. "So, how are you going to see if it works? If you've brewed it properly?" he asked, sounding a bit more serious about his curiosity now.

I look to him, then to the cauldron with hesitation. I lean over the bubbling potion, breathing in all the different aromas.

"It smells like... the forest.. a small hint of fire... and.. old book pages..."

I backed away, the intoxicating scents almost too addicting to pull away from. He looked at me surprised, then raised his eyebrow, revealing that cunning smile again. "Is that so? Fascinating." he grinned. "I mean from what I've read, it affects people differently, in a more personal way, depending on what attracts them and what they like. So, this is how you describe it, hmm? A forest, fire, and..." Sebastian caught himself before he said, "books." but he did a poor job of hiding his excitement. "A very nice combination, if you ask me."

I look up at him, now feeling like I had mistakenly given too much away.

"Yeah.." I mumbled, clearing my throat. "Ha, I must have messed the potion up, those scents can't be right..." I lied through a falsely confident smile. "Guess I'll just have to try brewing it again!" I chuckled anxiously. I hoped that would tip him off enough from his suspicions.

I sensed he wasn't buying it, not even for a second. "Of course. If it were easy, everyone would be walking around on love potions, I'd say." he snickered, walking toward me, placing both hands on the table on either side of me. "Well, now I'm curious.." he said, slightly leaning forward, "If that's what doesn't attract you, then what does?" he looked eager to hear my answer.

I felt too choked up for words, and I seemed to run dry of any excuses to give. "I.. um.. I don't have to tell you that..." I murmured nervously, my back now against the table. I watched as his smile seemed to grow. He leaned in closer, our faces only being a few inches apart. "You don't?" he spoke, softly. He sounded so smug and confident. His eyes were now directly meeting mine, his gaze was unwavering, and he showed a bit of exhilaration in his smile. "And why is that?" He stared, gently.

I could feel my body temperature rising at the question, and I shakily drew in a breath. "W-why, why would you need to know?" I glance down, catching my breath, looking at his hands on either side of me grabbing the table, and looking back up at him. I felt almost dizzy at our closeness. "Oh, it's not that I need to know." he smirked, "But I want to know." His voice dropped to a whisper. He moved just a fraction closer. "Tell me" he quietly said, almost sounding demanding.

At this point, I was completely flustered by his presence. I could feel his breath, and I could smell the faint fire-y pine scent in the warmth radiating off of him. "Sebastian...." I trembled, my legs nearly buckling at the situation I now seemed to find myself in.

His face was so near to me now, that I could see each individual freckle on his nose, and I took notice of his soft, pink lips. His breath was warm, and our eyes seemed to be fixed on one another. "Hmm?" He let out, it was obvious he was waiting for an answer. He kept his smile, his lips parting ever so slightly. He got so close, I could swear I felt electricity running through my body. "Say it." He whispered, his voice sounding husky. "Tell me." I felt his breath on my lips.

Any hesitation within me had seemed to disappear, I couldn't take this any longer. I reached for the back of his neck, and pulled him in to kiss me. He seemed to be taken by surprise, but he quickly gave in. He put his hand on my lower back, pulling me deeper into the kiss, while keeping his other hand still holding the edge of the table. We seemed to keep this position for what seemed like an eternity. A constant and passionate stream of kisses between us, the moment growing more intense as our hearts began to beat faster and faster.

He slowly pulled his mouth away, both of us breathing heavily to catch a breath. His lips parted as he whispered, "I knew it."

"Guess I didn't have to use that potion after all, did I?" I giggled.

"Oh Y/N, come here." he growled, pulling me into him for more.

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t00thpasteface · 4 months

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Hiiiii₍⁠₍⁠◞⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠௰⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠◟⁠₎⁠₎

Could you explain the hipster Vs fandom war. I've been on here for like four years and I never knew that existed lol and btw I really really love your art and you are one my biggest inspos for how I imagine and draw my Clark.

i'm not sure i can explain it in a way that makes sense, and certainly not in a way that makes you say "i understand why this was such a big deal", but gl'bgolyb knows i can try.

first, let me take you on a sensory experience... picture in your mind the following things... skinny jeans... nerd glasses... a weirdly dapper fashion sense in a time where everything is baggy and neon... boom, you have 2010-2014 online tumblr hipster culture. and also 70s elvis costello, oddly enough.

although admittedly i don't know his stance on pumpkin spice lattes.

anyway. now that that's burned into your brain, consider a significant population of this exact type of person that has already been well-established on this microblogging platform around the turn of the decade. tumblr doesn't really have an app yet because smartphones haven't taken over everyone's life yet, and online fandom culture is still largely dominated by deviantart as the main "fandom hub". most people, myself included, are getting their main meme fixes from facebook (which your parents were not yet on) or the icanhazcheezburger image-aggregator network. THEN EVERYTHING CHANGED WHEN THE FANDOM NATION ATTACKED.

somehow, a huge crowd of people who considered their favorite books/movies/games to be core personality traits began to set up shop on this fair slate-blue isle. i number myself among this crowd, having been lured here by google-image-searching for miscellaneous fanart in 2011. the "old guard" largely belongs to, and continuously attracts new bloggers within, a burgeoning subculture that 100% defines itself by bucking popular trends and social expectations... whether or not this is actually accomplished by purchasing beverages from starbucks and putting old film filters on every photo, i cannot say.

you may be seeing an issue already arising: hey, if the hipsters hate everything that's popular and gatekeep all their interests, and the fandom bloggers are obsessed with extremely popular franchises and are hell-bent making them even more popular, isn't that going to cause a little friction?

well, yes. it caused a fuck ton of friction. a division arose early on between "the fandom side of tumblr" and "the hipster side of tumblr." some people, like myself, played both sides. others abstained from the rigid dichotomy and considered themselves to be on another "side," like the science side of tumblr, known for explaining relatively straightforward STEM concepts in large essays that began with something like "listen up fuckers."

ahhh, unfriendable. such a narrow little window in time where cheezburger sites and facebook had equal sway in the online zeitgeist.

interestingly, as someone who trawled a LOT of aesthetic tags, the most popular of which was simply #aesthetic (it was shockingly consistent in there), i never actually saw hipster bloggers complaining about fandom bloggers. it was always the other way around, with fandom bloggers bragging about how much they're freaking out the squares to get cool points with other fandom bloggers, all while never actually engaging with the hipster bloggers because their tags rarely overlapped.

hi, marge! we're freaking out the hipsters!

regardless of whether there was any material reality to it, or if it was simply a Minitrue level of entirely fictional warfare, this concept entrenched itself into the fandom bloggers, likely as a way to still feel "edgy" and unique while, again, obsessing over extremely popular and mainstream things like doctor who, pokemon, avatar the last airbender, the brand-new mcu, and other decidedly non-counterculture media. even with things it felt like no one irl had heard of, like hetalia and homestuck, those were online juggernauts nonetheless, the former of which had dominated deviantart for years and the latter of which prompted hotels and convention centers across the world to implement very strict rules about unsealed body paint. people treated fandoms like they were some sort of exclusive country club with membership fees and a dress code. and dunking on hipsters became an entire genre of Fake Internet Story, which were already pervasive on this website.

what's the point of being in a clique if there's no outgroup to flex on? #swag

this whole phenomenon ran concurrently, even symbiotically, with other tumblrisms like "tumblr university" and those horrendous "not like other girls" memes...

which means, of course, it was absolutely dead in the fucking water once DashCon happened in 2014. i don't need to tell you what happened at DashCon (there's a million essays and videos about it if you're one of today's lucky ten thousand who's never heard of it), but all across the fandom side of tumblr, it felt like finding out your parents lied about santa claus. turns out the fandoms you're in don't actually say anything about who you are as a person, a bunch of tumblrinas can't just will a fully functional micronation into existence just by wearing tacky merchandise in a public venue, and magic probably isn't real.

i wish i had some grand way to end this story, but really the moral is the same as it ever was: online drama is eternal, inescapable, and completely fucking worthless. if you only post to get mad at shit, especially if you're just making up a guy to get mad at, cut that out. touch grass. look at images of cats. i don't remember any of the enemies i made from this era, but i fondly remember all the friends, and i'm richer for making those positive connections. that's all for today's episode of Tumblr History with Toothpaste Face... remember to tip your waitress and stay minty.

#also fellow Clark Enjoyer rest assured i'm going to draw him for his birthday later this month!!!! my beloved big blue boy scout...#shebbz shoutz #shebbz editz #tumblr #tumblr history #tumblr culture #ask

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arklayraven · 2 months

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I should try to sleep...

Anyway random facts about MC Jayce.

Tied to each series: 🐑 = OM | 🌻 = ADWD | 💖 = 14DWY | 🎃 = TKATB

Main F/Os involved from each series: Asmo from OM, Grim from ADWD, Ren/Redacted from 14DWY, Sol from TKATB.

They draw, but aren't good at it, but do doodle anyways. (rarely ever shows their art to anyone. Will literally bite you if you try to steal their sketchbook to take a peek. Their partner get a pass though...sometimes.) 🐑🌻💖🎃

Likes to cook and is kinda good at it. Though isn't trusted with the knife. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Has and is taking self defense classes(with a friend) to better defend themselves, and their loved one. 🐑

Can use magic, is a sorcerer. Call them a witch however, they will literally give you the most threatening death glare you will ever know. 🐑

Can't swim. Literally hates the ocean. Big bodies of water kinda frightens them. But ironically loves the beach, when its not crowded that is. Though hates sand or getting it on them lol 🐑🌻💖🎃

Hates large crowds, loud noises and just being out having to socialize in general. (Let them stay home in the safety of their room, maybe cuddled with their love too preferably.) 🐑🌻💖🎃

Hates bugs? It depends. They love butterflies though. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Loves cats. Isn't really a dog person. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Loves video games, mostly survival horror games, and sometimes mystery/thrillers story driven games. As well supernatural stuff, but lowkey they get kinda spooked by ghost. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Almost always is listening to music. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Can/has taken the form of a literal small sheep. ��

Deals with bad insomnia. (Their love is trying to fix that though.) 🌻💖🎃 (Asmo already got Jayce sleeping with him more better now so...)

Only speaks spanish when very angry/upset or trying to flirt/charm their love. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Has a literal love for pumpkins/jack-o-lanterns. Owns a little(big) collection of pumpkin related things. (It's Halloween everyday to them pfff) 🎃

Favorite holiday is Halloween. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Might have anger issues... 🐑🌻💖🎃

Deals with trust issues... 🐑🌻💖🎃

Almost always spends their time at the library. 💖🎃

Has a pet(changes often). 🌻/ Has no pet. 🐑💖🎃

Loves coffee(maybe too much) 🐑🌻💖🎃

Depending on the timeline/universe. Is a reaper. 🌻

Can't dance to even save their own life. 🐑🌻💖🎃 / Is being taught how to dance or will by their love. 🐑🎃

Only wears black or dark colors. 🌻🎃 / Wears all types of colors, most often to match with their love. 🐑💖

Always has their nails painted to match or symbolize their partner. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Seems quiet and shy at first, but once you get to know them. And they open up to someone they trust or love. Starts to show their real wild(and sometimes frightening?) mischievous side. 🐑🌻💖🎃

Refuses to go to heaven now if they die and will go to hell just to stay with their demon love and possible other partners. (Polyamory~ 💕) 🐑

Is short(5'1), their partner is taller than them. (So smol, can fit in their pocket. lmao) 🐑🌻💖🎃

#;arklay outbreak #okay now i sleep lol #;long post #;mc jayce

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beautiful stranger | y.jungwon

pairing: jungwon x reader

genre: fluff !

wc: 726

synopsis: how you ended up on the train early in the morning still confuses you too. meeting a cute boy was also not something you thought would happen.

a/n: "innocent crush on the morning commute", this fic was inspired by the song beautiful stranger by laufey ! it's been so long since i last posted on here. i didn't really plan on posting on here very often (and still don't lol), but i had this idea and had the motivation to write something. i hope you enjoy it<3

you don’t know how you got there, but your body was on autopilot. it was like your legs had a mind of their own. you found yourself at the subway station. you didn’t really know where you wanted to go, but you bought a ticket anyway.

the train made a loud screech as it came to a full stop. the doors opened and you walked into the train. it was a fairly quiet morning. there weren't as many people as you thought there would be. there were a few people on the train already. since it wasn’t crowded, it was easy finding a seat.

you sat down and pulled out your phone. the woman on the intercom said something, but it was drowned out by the sound of your music. the train started to move and you sat back and relaxed.

･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

looking up from your phone, you made eye contact with the person sitting across from you. he looked to be around 19 years old. brown hair, and boba like eyes. he smiled at you, and your heart almost stopped. he had such an innocent smile; you could’ve sworn you saw a dimple too. you smiled back, not to be rude, and he seemed pleased.

he looked back down at his phone and started typing away. you didn’t want to look away, but you knew it was rude to stare at people. you looked back down at your phone too, although, every now and then, you’d sneak glances at him.

something about him was drawing you in. you weren’t exactly sure what it was about him. maybe it was his dimple showing through as he smiled. or maybe it was the way he chuckled after watching a short cat video on his phone. he was cute. he still had a small smile on his face as he scrolled through his phone. he looked up once again, and you immediately looked away.

the train was slowing down as the lady on the intercom announced the next stop. embarrassed from being caught staring, and as naturally as possible, you got up from your seat. the doors opened and you sped walked out not looking back.

“hey, wait up!”

you turned around and noticed the boy got out of the train as well. you stopped walking and stared back at him, puzzled, as he jogged towards you.

finally catching up, he stopped in front of you and pulled out his phone. “i didn’t know if i would ever see you again so…”

you looked down at his phone, his phone app open, then back up at him confused. “oh i’m sorry…” he chuckled, a hint of pink appeared on his cheeks as he continued, “can i have your number? i just… i thought you were really pretty and when you smiled back at me i… yeah…”

you noticed him fidgeting with his jacket sleeve. he looked rather small in his jacket since it seemed a bit oversized. it was cute. feeling a bit nervous, he bit his lip. with longing eyes, he waited for a response.

you gave him a soft smile “sure.” you grabbed his phone and started typing in your number. he let out a sigh of relief, “thank you!” he said, his eyes lighting up. his dimple popped out again, and you felt as if your heart just melted.

you gave him back his phone and he called your number. your phone started to ring so he ended it. “save my number! maybe we can go out for some coffee or something?” you watched as he typed your name in as ‘subway girl’

“i’d like that,” you said, feeling a bit shy. this was the last thing you thought would happen. you weren’t at all expecting to get someone’s number. hell, you didn’t even know why or how you ended up on the train in the first place.

“i’ve gotta go, i’ll text you!” he said as he started heading back towards the incoming train. he did a little fist pump in the air, and you laughed under your breath.

“wait! i didn’t catch your name!” you yelled out. you walked towards him. you didn't notice the station get a bit more crowded while you were having your little interaction with him.

he smiled, his dimple showing once again. “jungwon. my name’s jungwon.”

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ok so here's chapter 1 of a story I'm writing I've already written the first 3 chapters so will prob post them at some point. Also this is rly long so if u want me to post further chapters like split into different posts or something js say! and pls give ideas and feedback (it won't be perfect so I'll defo need like improvements lol) :))

Chapter 1

Meet Felix

Felix sighed as he walked down the crowded hallway of his school, his thoughts drowning in the chatter and enjoyment within his peers. you could vaguely hear his timid footsteps echo around the school. He had bags under his eyes with a tint of red. He’d been crying again. It was so hard sometimes… It hurt. He couldn’t bear it. It was the end of another day just like the others, painful, emotionless and hell. Felix's phone buzzed in his blazer pocket, probably mum or dad asking him for something as they always do. Oh… it was Isabell. They used to be friends a few weeks back, good friends, but she said she wanted to find some new ‘people’ and maybe find love, or some generic shit like that anyway. He couldn't remember what she said exactly, but it didn’t help with his mental state, she was one of the few people who kept him at least a little happy in this fucked up world. Haha probably the only person, and then when she went away, he couldn’t help feeling empty and alone, not even his parents talked to him anymore.

Apparently, she wanted to meet him somewhere today at 4:00, she wanted to talk about how things are going and maybe hang out a bit more. Felix managed a meek smile, maybe he did have someone to relate to, maybe his existence wasn’t so meaningless. He was getting his hopes up, that was the mistake.

Felix walked up the steep hill that led to the long winding road that accommodated his house. His feet gently smothered browning leaves that had recently fallen from their respective branches. He had already started conjuring up what to say, what to ask. The only problem was getting out of his house after he was in it, of course mum would start bombarding him with questions about girlfriends if he brought up the fact he was going out with a girl. He would have to lie, not that it meant anything, it was almost instinctive now. He just couldn't get why they didn't understand he wasn't interested in any girls! It angered him more than it should have.

He had arrived, he stood tiresomely in front of the bleak grey door he knew only too well; something about impressing the neighbours, his mum had said. Lazily he pulled on the handle and slowly opened and closed the door. Nothing, he was safe. Carefully Felix ascended the stairs and changed into something more suitable than his confining uniform; and yet even after this he still felt constricted by his parents' choice of clothes, he yearned for something more… expressive. It-it didn't matter now, he had to go, he was going to be late. He was downstairs now, and was about to leave, but.

“And just where do you think you’re goin?” her voice was slurred and slow, she had been drinking again. Felix sighed, “I-I’m going to see a friend”

“Which friend!” His mother snapped at him drawing another gulp of wine from one of her already half empty glasses.

“It’s a boy mum! Okay?” Felix said, actively avoiding looking at the mess, which was his birth mother, he couldn’t stand to see anyone, not even her like this.

“Eugh, fuckin’ hell Felix, you keep on seein’ all these boys, you’re gonna end up a fag,”

Felix shut his eyes and tried ignoring the comment, even though the anger was begging to be let out. He never supported his mum’s or, well, the whole town's view on the LGBTQ+ community. But he couldn’t think about that right now, he needed to go, and with that his mum slunk back into the living room in which all the blinds were drawn down, and Felix swung the door open and slammed it shut behind him, ready to see an old friend.

He was starting to smile more now, he felt heavy weights he’d been carrying for God knows how long lift off him. He felt a sense of escape rush over him; escape from his family? guilt? He wasn’t sure, but it made him feel better and that's all that mattered right now. And then it hit him, they hadn’t even organised an area to meet up. That was stupid of him. He quickly pried the phone from his pocket and texted asking to meet at… maybe Grey Heart woods? Yeah, that was a good place, he had an idea of something to show her. Felix smiled at the thought of this, he hadn’t been given the chance to express his interests for a long while now and he was eager to do so. His phone buzzed in his hand “yh ok” she replied.

15 minutes later Felix was outside the field by Grey Heart woods, he used to hang out here, back when everything was simpler, and he didn’t feel alone all the time. This was where he first met Isabell, they were both 13, wow 2 years ago. Heh, time flies when you have nothing to do with your life.

At this moment Felix realised Isabell was nowhere to be seen, he checked his phone: 16:01. She was late, eh it was ok people are often late- he had suggested the meeting spot rather late. It only bothered him when he was late, he couldn’t stand that- it made him very uncomfortable; he still wasn’t sure why.

5 minutes passed and eventually he saw her come out of an opening to the right. She still had glasses although they were new, a ginger ponytail hung from the back of her head and she seemed more confident than the last team he saw her, taller too. He put on a smile and tried cleaning the mop of black hair that draped over his forehead. In truth he was nervous, it had been so long, and he didn’t want to lose this like he lost it before.

They walked towards each other, both smiling, “H-hi!” he said, raising a hand to wave, his attempts at hiding his nervous-ness were poor. “Hellooo!” she giggled. He smiled at this, she hadn’t changed, quirky and weird.

“Heheh, so how have you been? It's been a long time, "he said, more confident now. “Well, let's see, parents still divorced check, no friends check, oh! And still single, definitely check," "and you?” she asked with a beaming smile.

“Wow ok, let me think, I’ve been rotting away in my room, been crying in the school bathrooms and been completely and utterly alone,” he said, hinting at how much her sudden leaving hurt him.

“Yeah, I’ll cheers to that!” She said, distracted, looking into the woods to the left of them both. “So, you wanna go in?” she asked signalling towards the woods

“Um yeah sure,” “I actually have something to show you!” he said remembering what he was planning. “Oh, you do, do you?” she said once again with that cheeky smile.

They’d been walking for around 5 minutes into the woods now and Isabell was getting restless, “when are we getting there?” she asked.

“Hehe don’t worry we’re nearly there, I promise”,

she wasn’t convinced, he could tell. And she was starting to move her body closer to his as they walked. That was... new, eh it's probably nothing.

Finally, the pair came to a stop in front of a large tree, around 5 metres up the trunk were 10 wooden planks nailed into various branches, although some appeared to be losing their grip and leaning off the edges. “Um what's this?”

“A treehouse!” He said. He was feeling more open with her now, he didn’t mind her judgement.

“okayy , how are we gonna get up?” she said a little more interested now.

“Ladder!” he said, smiling and gesturing towards an arrangement of horizontal wooden slabs scaling the trunk of the tree.

Isabell frowned at the state of the wood but climbed it, nevertheless. Felix followed her up, close behind, smiling more and more. He missed this place.

Eventually, the two of them had reached the top, Felix was surprised at how well the place had held up, only a few patches of moss growing here and there. “So, what were you gonna bring me up here for again?” She said, her voice smoother and fluid. It was probably just him.

“Well,” he said, a little nervous, again, “I actually wanted to show you something I’m really interested in… paradoxes!” he said, smiling once more.

She frowned at this, “what?” she said coldly.

“Y'know, a statement or question that contra-”

“Are you kidding me?”

“W-what?”

“I’ve been acting like all nice for you, like we used to be” “And this is what I get…” “Felix, I LIKE you”

“I” He didn't know what to do, he was panicking and confused.

She sighed, “I guess I’ll have to do it myself” she whispered as to not let him hear. He did. “Felix, I’m sorry” she started cooing, that same smooth tone in her voice again, “come on we can just be together, I Know you like me” she started moving towards him on her hands and knees. He froze, he didn’t know what to do and was so confused. She was on him now. “W-” he managed to get the start of a word out before she pressed her lips against his own, closing her eyes she moved her hand to his cheek. He felt her tongue progressing towards his mouth, his back now pressed against the wood beneath him, as she leaned into him. He was scared, so scared, he didn’t like this. Without thinking he pushed against her, releasing himself from her clutch. She got back onto her knees and looked at him with disgust. He hadn't realised, he was now crying, and his eyes were now red with worry. “Fuck you!” she said now angry, “Y-you freak!” she was hurt too, and he could tell in her voice she was on the brink of tears herself. Without warning she descended the ladder two steps at a time, and ran away from him, all the while he sat there, tears rolling down his red cheeks. Felix sat there for half an hour more, crying harder than he had in months, as that word repeated over and over in his head, “Freak”.

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