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#idk i just love how all in they went and calling it a slow burn kinda disrespects the effort theyre putting in to make it clear they love
milktei · 11 months
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Hold me Tight
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Kamisato Ayato x fem!wife!Reader
Genre: Arranged Marriage au, idk if it can be called a slow burn but that’s what I’m calling it, fluff, smidge of angst.
Warnings: unconventional relationship, Reader is described to have long hair that is brushed through. not edited
Requests: Open
a/n: another one out! :o Had to indulge myself a little bit before getting back to requests. arranged marriage au’s are my guilty pleasure and i just felt like writing for genshin again. Hair brushing and physical affection is also just such a big thing for me I had to write it. So if it isn’t obvious i wrote this mostly for selfish reasons and that is the reason why it may be sort of all over the place lol. I hope it’s enjoyable either way!
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A hug is all you longed for really. For someone to wrap warm arms around you and let you completely melt into them.
Being married it should be an easy ask
How unfortunate it is for you that your husband wants nothing to do with you.
Although the more you thought about it, perhaps that wasn’t entirely true. He did agree to the marriage hadn’t he?
He was the head of his clan, the Yashiro commissioner. Throughout the entirety of the process of arranging your marriage, Kamisato Ayato had every right, and more than enough chances to stop it from going through.
He had nothing to lose if he decided he wasn’t ready for marriage, which was an excuse many citizens of Inazuma had heard over the years.
He really had nothing to gain from it either.
It confused you from the day the elders of your clan elatedly told you that by some insane amount of luck, the Kamisato Ayato had accepted “your” marriage proposal that had been sent in as almost an obligation.
There was no harm in trying and you were now living proof of that.
Why you? out of all the suitors he definitely had, he had chosen you. While your clan was one of the head producers of tea leaves in the country, you still couldn’t wrap your mind around his acceptance, it was not like the Kamisato’s needed the tea, they could have afforded it anyways.
There was no political gain for him either as he was already a tri-commissioner, you weren’t even in line to become heir! Your uncle was the head of the clan and your cousins would follow in his footsteps.
The gossip about you flew all over inazuma like a storm cloud, and you heard it all, people weren’t always subtle in their curiosity or distaste in you after all.
Some of the talk was harsh and negative, and yet you couldn’t help but partially agree with what some people were saying about you.
You were a nobody as far as nobility went. The only reason you could think of as to why Ayato chose you, was likely to reduce the amount of mail that he got, as the marriage proposals had virtually stopped after your wedding. Aside from some particularly desperate people.
Perhaps you really were the best candidate for him. You weren’t a prominent figure in the public eye, you weren’t after the Kamisato’s fame and fortune, and you weren’t the type of person to fawn over your husband 24/7 and demand he shower you in riches and attention.
Although you almost wish that you were. Maybe then you wouldn’t be longing for a hug as badly as you currently were.
While it was true that being married to Ayato meant that you had nearly everything you could ask for at your fingertips, and that it was rare for you to be denied anything—not like you asked for much anyways—the one thing you could not ask for, was your husband’s affection. How ironic. the one person you spewed rehearsed vows to about being his rock and what not, was the one person you could not get an ounce of love or affection from.
Of course you had never really had the chance to try at this point, as despite being married for 6 months already, you can count the amount of times you had a full conversation with the man on one hand.
“I hope that you can find it in you to excuse my lord. He is a very busy man.” Thoma had told you the day you had moved in and your husband was no where to be seen. The look he gave you the mixture of empathy and a wince.
That was the day reality set in. He looked at you kindly on the day you got married. Soft smiles graced both of your features during the ceremony, and you two spoke amicably during the extravagant reception. But this was an arranged marriage, a contract more than a relationship, and you both had duties to fulfill.
A smile that had been drilled into you since your etiquette classes from your youth crossed your face “There’s no need to worry about me Thoma, I understand.”
So you had to learn to get used to being alone in an estate bustling with people. You opened your wedding gifts alone, sorted them accordingly and even sent out an astonishing amount of individual thank you cards to all the guests you had at your wedding.
You often ate alone, save for the times Ayaka and Thoma had time to accompany you. Aside from being reached out to for second opinions or approval you weren’t given a formal job on the estate. Instead you were given an allowance, and were free to spend your days doing whatever you wanted, so long as the Kamisato name was protected.
Yes that was another thing you had to get used to, “Kamisato y/n”, “My lady Kamisato.” Hearing the latter was especially hard, that title felt as if it was reserved only for your sister-in-law, she definitely represented it with more grace than you thought you were ever capable of.
The name and all the responsibilities it came with weighed down on your shoulders unlike anything you had every experienced prior, and here you pushed against it alone. Forced to go through the transition into married life without the other half of the partnership to support you.
That led you to your predicament now. You were coming to the realization that you were horribly touch starved.
It was even worse on cold windy days, or when it rained. All it did was remind you about how your late parents would use those days to curl up with you, a warm blanket, and a book to laze the day away and wish for nicer weather the next so that you could go out on a picnic.
you longed for those days of warmth and love again. Your family had been quite affectionate with one another. While Ayaka would come and spend time with you, treating you like an older sibling. Nothing could reach the craving deep within you.
You sighed to yourself as you walked through the streets of Inazuma, ignoring the whispers of people who passed and recognized who you were.
Or rather who you were married to.
“My lady Kamisato!” greeted the Yae publishing house worker. “You’ve come at a great time, the new volume of your favourite series has just released.”
The worker handed you the book in question and you couldn’t help the excitement that rose within you as you quickly flipped through “I was hoping that I’d be able to pick something up today. I’ve been needing more things to do when the weather doesn’t permit me to go outside. Any other recommendations?”
The worker smiled at you sweetly and handed you another book “Surely Lord Ayato, is able to keep you from getting too bored at the estate my lady?”
Your smile faltered ever so slightly, you couldn’t let it drop in front of the worker, the last thing you wanted was for anymore rumours to spread. You pretended to read the synopsis of the book that was handed to you. “Yes of course, but there are still times where he is not available. My husband is a very busy man.”
My husband, you didn’t think you would ever get used to referring to him as that. He felt like nothing more than a stranger who’s house you happened to live in, who you shared a family name with, who would grace you with a soft smile and a nod as you passed each other at the estate each making your ways to your separate rooms.
A gust of wind blew through the streets and both you and the worker shivered. You looked at the sky and frowned at the dark clouds rolling in, you flinched as a singular rain drop landed on your cheek.
The worker also looked up “it really is rainy season isn’t it?” they looked to you “I would recommend you head home soon my lady, looks like it’s gonna come down any minute now and you’ve got a long walk back to the Kamisato estate”
You sighed, “what a shame, I was hoping to run a couple more errands today.” you payed for both books and placed them into your bag with a smile “thank you for the advice I’ll head out now.”
You walked away from the shop in the direction of the estate, waving behind you as the worker told you to stay safe.
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Perhaps you should have stayed in town.
You come to this realization as you’re halfway to the estate. Komore tea house would have been much nicer than the weather you were experiencing currently.
The singular raindrop you had felt earlier had slowly progressed into a little more than a drizzle and you groaned to yourself as your clothing grew heavier as it absorbed more and more water.
You should have grabbed your umbrella
It was practically pouring by the time you had gotten to the estate, the trees of Chinju forest providing surprisingly little shelter against the rain.
Quickly, you rushed under the cover of the roof of the estate and sighed in relief once you weren’t being pelted by water. You looked down at you clothes and cringed at the water dripping from the fabric and your hair onto the dark wood
Wringing out what you could beforehand, you opened the front doors of the estate as quietly as you could, albeit in vain as Thoma and your husband were having a discussion right at the entrance.
Both men turned to look at you as the door closed and you could only stare back awkwardly as the sound of water dripping from you clothes and hair, along with your shivering filled the room.
Thoma was the first to break the silence and began fussing over you not unlike a mother hen.
“My lady you’re soaking wet! You’re going to get sick! I’ll have the maids draw a bath for you. Please allow me to grab your belongings. I’ll have tea ready for you once you’re done.
Before you knew it, you were standing in your bathroom with a steaming tub waiting for you. Still bewildered at what had transpired moments before.
Still, Thoma and his efforts were never unwelcome as the bath was exactly what you needed.
You took your time in the bath, taking in the scent of the flowers and oils put in by the maids, appreciating how well the water warmed your once cold body.
Once finished, you were quick to dry off and get dressed, still towel drying your hair as you entered your room.
As promised, Thoma had left a tea set on the table in your room with a container holding tea leaves, knowing you liked to brew it yourself.
The only thing out of place was an extra tea cup.
As if on cue, the door to your room was gently slid open and your jaw nearly dropped at the sight of pale blue hair.
“My lord!” you greeted, the words leaving you mouth before you could even try to stop them.
Ayato paused as the two of you made eye contact, it was almost as if he was surprised himself that you were in your own room.
Ayato was the first to regain his composure after clearing his throat. “Majority of my plans for today have been cancelled due to the weather, I was hoping you could allow me to join you for a bit.”
Your head was spinning, not able to wrap itself around the fact that your husband was in your room and actively trying to spend time with you.
“Of course if that’s how you wish to spend your free time my lord.” you stammered, part of you still believing that this was some sort of dream.
A small shiver ran down your spine and you were reminded of the damp hair that ran down your back. You looked to the vanity in your room and then back at your husband.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I would like to fix my hair situation beforehand.”
“Of course y/n there’s no need to worry, it’s just me.”
That was precisely why you were panicking on the inside at that moment. It was only the man who was so busy, that his presence in the house on a daily basis resembled that of a gust of wind.
You sat down at you vanity and picked up one of your combs, beginning the task of untangling the mess you had created both in the rain and bath.
You nearly groaned out loud to yourself, you had kept your hair long to be able to use the multitude of flamboyant hair accessories you had acquired, but brushing it had always been your least favourite part of the entire process.
A awkward cough caused you to look at the man in your room.
“if you are comfortable with it…I could help you brush your hair.”
You stared in shock at the man in front of you. His face was genuine but you could tell by the reddening of his ears that he was flustered, the most you had ever seen from him.
The combination of being a witness to such a rare site and the fact that you were still in shock that he was there in the first place, had you speaking without much thought.
“That would be very helpful my lord, thank you.”
The surprise on his face was visible You could only hope that your whirlwind of emotions wasn’t as obvious.
Still, not one to go back on his word, Ayato gently took the comb from your outstretched hand and began to work. His powerful presence behind you almost causing you to curl in on yourself.
He was gentle, his hands warm as they followed your comb, a warm feeling spread throughout you chest as he so carefully detangled your hair, taking his time.
You hoped that he wouldn’t be able notice through your reflection just how flustered you were at this moment. Your face was hot, your breathing was slightly rapid and you couldn’t find it in yourself to look up at the mirror in fear that your eyes would connect.
Yet this moment felt so intimate, so tender and domestic. You could almost believe that you two were much closer than you really were.
A soft chuckle broke you from your thoughts.
“This brings me back.” Ayato sighed wistfully, “when we were younger, Ayaka would let me do this for her. Though she seemed less than impressed when I would try different styles on her. I wonder if she would trust me with her hair again after all this time.”
You smiled down at your fidgeting hands “I’m sure she would if you promised no more experiments my lord.”
Ayato hummed in contemplation “I suppose you may be right, but at the same time maybe I won’t need to ask her if I already have yours within reach.” He leaned closer to your ear, “After all, am I wrong to assume that you are enjoying this my dear wife?”
Your face felt like it was on fire, you had never heard him call you that to your face before. You could feel the smug smile that was currently gracing his features as he leaned back and continued his actions.
“Well?” He urged after a moment
“No you are not wrong to assume that my lord.” You managed to stammer out. Your hands clenched into fists in your lap as you forced yourself to say the truth, knowing well that he would be able to see through any lie.
He sighed. “Please y/n I think we’re at a point where we can drop the formalities.”
Your eyes widened at his words and you spoke the first thing that came to mind.
“Are we really?”
His hand that was holding the brush froze mid stroke, the room was suddenly filled with a chilled silence and you cringed at the amount of malice an anger that you managed to fit into one simple question.
This was no way to talk to the man you were married to.
“Forgive me my… Ayato. I did not mean to sound so harsh I just-“
“No no there’s no need to apologize.” ayato assured. He raked a hand through your hair and chuckled bitterly, “I supposed it is my fault that you feel this way about our…situation
You opened your mouth to protest but nothing came out. What he said wasn’t a lie to make you feel better for snapping at him. It was entirely the truth and you were grateful that he understood where you were coming from.
“Finished.” He stated softly before placing the comb back on your vanity. “I hope that I haven’t worn out my welcome.”
You paused for a moment, thinking about the situation you found yourself in, while wanting to get yourself out of the awkward moment, you knew that a chance to spend time with him again would be rare.
“You haven’t, don’t worry,” you stated as you slowly rose from your seat. Still refusing to look up at him you gestured to the low table where the tea set sat, “Please have a seat, I’ll brew the tea for us.”
It was quiet as you worked, the only sounds in the room being the clink of tea set, and the crinkle of tatami mats. You thanked Thoma in your mind when you saw that he had prepared leaves that were better steeped in lower temperatures, as the water had cooled down since he first boiled it.
“We’ll have to wait a couple minutes.” You said as you closed the lid of the teapot. Ayato nodded and an awkward silence filled the room.
“I don’t want to use me being busy as an excuse.” Ayato suddenly blurted out.
You finally look up at him in surprise “Pardon?”
Ayato cleared his throat “My apologies. It’s just that I know that everyone has been using me being busy to excuse me for being absent in this relationship. While I know that lin its simplest terms, what we have between us is a contract, part of me still hoped that I would be able to get to know you well and we could be much more than strangers. There are many times where I could have put my work aside and spent more time with you, but I for some reason I never found myself taking those opportunities.”
He looked almost guilty as he continued. “Now here I am, months later knowing next to nothing about you, and on top of that I expected you to be comfortable with speaking casually around me when we have barely even spoken before.
You pondered to yourself as you poured tea into his cup “Well if it makes you feel any better,” you poured more into your own “I also know next to nothing about you.”
“Unfortunately that only seems to add salt to the wounds my dear.” Ayato grumbled.
Your eyes widened at the pet name and you quickly lifted your teacup to your face to hide your embarrassment.
Ayato followed suit and hummed in satisfaction as he drank. “Well I do know one thing now. My wife is excellent at brewing tea. It must run in your family’s genes.”
You waved him off “it’s just something that comes with experience, my uncle is the true master.”
“I also now know that my wife finds it hard to accept compliments.”
“Hey!”
Ayato smiled at you teasingly as you glared at him, though there was no anger behind it.
“Well now that’s unfair,” you stated “I should get to learn something about you now.”
Your husband raised an eyebrow, “well what would you like to know?”
You faltered for a moment, not expecting him to relent so easily, “well…” you stuttered, “what type of tea would you consider your favourite?”
“Really digging deep are we y/n?”
“I couldn’t think of something straight away!”
Despite the teasing, the questions continued, it was as if you were on a first date.
Except you were already living together and married.
One question was asked after the other. Ranging from you asking him about the daily life of a tri-commissioner, to him asking about the books you had bought earlier in the day.
It was only after Thoma had brought dinner to your room, that you had finally asked.
“So why me?”
Ayato’s chopsticks paused mid air “Why what?”
You narrowed your eyes at him, he was playing dumb.
“Why did Inazuma’s most desired bachelor, Yashiro commissioner, leader of the famed Shuumatsuban, and the man who brought the Kamisato Clan back to its former glory, the Kamisato Ayato. Decide that a nobody from a tea producing clan was the one you would want to spend the rest of you life with.”
Ayato looked at you in exasperation “You aren’t a nobody y/n there’s so much more to you.”
“We don’t need to get down to the specifics, don’t avoid the question!” You exclaimed, ignoring the pleased smile on his face as he took in your flustered state.
Ayato put a hand to his chin and hummed as if contemplating something grand. He took a moment to respond. “Would you believe me if I said that I found you to be a very interesting person y/n?”
You stared at him blankly.
“Don’t lie to me we didn’t even meet until the wedding.”
The smile that he sent you sent a chill down your spine “Well I suppose that’s true in a sense, but we have been in each other’s presence on multiple occasions.”
You couldn’t mask the your surprise, “we have?”
Ayato looked at you incredulously. “Surely you know how often the Yashiro commission requests supplies from your clan for the multiple events we host.”
You fiddled with your teacup “Well sure but that doesn’t mean that it was a guarantee that we bump into each other. I’m sure I would have remembered being in the presence of you of all people.”
Ayato shrugged, “Being in the public eye is much more my sisters domain. I tend to stick to the shadows during bigger festivals that I’m interested in. During one of these times… you caught my eye.”
Your eyes widened “I did?”
He looked bashful as he continued his story, you were sure that you were the first person to ever see him in this state.
“I always knew of you, as I often meet with your uncle for business. I don’t know if you know this but he often worries about you and tends to talk about you during these meetings.” Ayato hummed in contemplation. “Perhaps it was a tactic to make me say yes to the upcoming proposal”
You groaned in horror at the realization that the two men had been talking about you “I apologize for my uncles actions.”
Ayato waved dismissively “Thats not the point. At a festival is where I first saw you and was able to put a name to a face. What I didn’t expect was the fact that everything about you had fascinated me. The way you danced and had that kind of sparkle in you eyes as you wandered around in wonder. The way you kindly greeted everyone you met. I found myself looking for you at following festivals to see if that was always how you looked…it was.”
“So it was only my looks” you teased
he sighed exasperated “Of course not”
You laughed “I’m kidding. Keep going.”
“Then at one point I was due for a meeting at your estate with your uncle and I might have listened in on a deal you were striking with a business man. The confidence in your voice was obvious and the way you negotiated with grace and kindness, yet still with firmness, had me intrigued within the first couple seconds of me hearing it. My interest only grew when your meeting had concluded and I saw you step out. with an accomplished smile on your face”
You gaped at him, you very rarely took part in your family’s business deals, only helping with what your cousins or uncle were too busy to handle. For him to be there at that time on that day was truly a great coincidence.
“You really piqued my interest that day. Although it was not my first choice in ways to get closer to you, when I saw the proposal sent by your clan, everything seemed to fall into place.” Ayato laughed but his tone soon turned solemn.
“Unfortunately not everything worked out for me, because look at how things are going. I left you to fend for yourself against the public, we rarely see each other, and this is the longest we have ever spoken despite being married for months. I think I was just afraid of crossing any boundaries, after all this marriage is arranged and I had no idea as to how you felt about me.”
Without thinking you reached over the table and grabbed one of his hands in both of yours, touched by how vulnerable he was being with you, “I wouldn’t have agreed to the marriage so easily if I thought ill of you in any way, while I may not have known you, you also piqued my interest. I won’t lie I was- still am extremely shocked, but I saw nothing bad coming out of this marriage really. It started off slow but we’re talking now, and well, don’t you think we’ve made some great progress?”
He smiled endearingly at you, “yes, I am grateful for this opportunity and hope that we can continue on this path.”
You laughed, “now you’re making it sound like a business deal.”
After that, you and Ayato finished your dinner making pleasant conversation. The sun had long gone down when he made the call for the both of you to retire for the night.
He once again stood in the doorway of your room, only this time you were standing right in front of him.
“I’ll have a heavier workload tomorrow but I think I’ll be able to join you for dinner again.”
You smiled up at him “I would like that, please let me know if there’s anything I can help you with, I’m part of this clan too you know.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, thank you y/n.”
There was a pause and Ayato reluctantly continued. “Well I should take my leave for the night.”
As he turned, something seemed to overcome you, and you grabbed at his wrist,
“Ayato.”
He froze and turned to look at you curiously. you shyly looked away, “before you go. May I have a hug?”
He gave you a teasing smile, “this is all happening so fast, what will everyone think?”
“Oh please we’re already married.”
He laughed and his smile softened.
Without anymore words, Ayato opened his arms.
You couldn’t hold back the giddy smile that crossed your face and without hesitation you allowed yourself to melt into his embrace for the first time in what would become many.
A scent that was uniquely his filled your nose, and as you pressed against his chest you could feel and hear his heart pounding just as hard as yours. You nearly sighed in satisfaction as you wrapped your arms around his waist. A need you had been suppressing for months had finally been fulfilled. His hold was strong and comforting, his hold making you feel like you again.
Ayato chuckled to himself as his grip tightened, “well now I’ve found myself in a predicament.”
Still holding onto him, you turned your head to look up at him. “What is it?”
“I don’t want to let go.”
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konniesreality · 2 months
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Hey Konnie, I'm going to share my success story with you.
So, for context, I've known about the void for I think over a year and I've been in the LOA community since I was 8. I've also had the most disgusting life all around especially when it came to my spiritual life but that's not important right now.
I've always been lazy when it came to the void, like on one hand I was like "Finally a method that guarantees success no matter what" but on the other hand I was like "Ugh, this is too much I don't feel like doing this right now" and kept making excuses. Because I knew about waking up in the Void State I'd go to bed and just fall asleep after listening to subliminals and affirming thinking that was going to do anything for ME personally. (P.S. just because it didn't work for me doesn't mean it won't work for you.) I did this for MONTHS and kept wondering why it wasn't working. Like I knew I was lazy but I just really couldn't bother at all...until recently.
I decided that I wanted to change and that I'd go back to the basics of the Void. I switched out the subliminals that I used before and created a fresh playlist. Link: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLA_GYb1XT6i7XafhzWTNCnerDt1x9HOiz I simply worked on fulfilling myself internally and went within entirely. Then, two weeks ago I randomly decided to just "meditate" into the void. So, I just laid down, stayed still and RELAXED. I didn't even think about the Void, my attention was to simply relax and be. Eventually, I did relax to the point my body went slightly numb so I took it as a sign to start affirming for the Void. The affirmations I used are "I am" and "I am void". I started experiencing soooooooo many symptoms such as the floaty feeling, losing my senses, the darkness behind the eyes getting darker (I wanted my void to be pitch black hence why it got dark) also that really weird eye fluttery thing idk what that is called but yeah I had that too. I was literally spinning and my heart was about to jump out of my chest istg BUT I focused on my breathing and my affirmations.
Then the weirdest thing happened. Now, mind you, I've NEVER gotten this close to entering the Void IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. But I kid you not, I felt myself literally DETACH from my body, well I more felt it in my face/head because I couldn't feel my body but you get the point. Like I felt HOLLOW like WHAT. I was internally screaming and I started to smile because I was like "I'm finally entering the void after how long now." Buttttttt when I was literally five seconds away from entering the Void completely my lovely father came in the room to ask me something so I OBVIOUSLY snapped out. (Still salty btw) But I can tell you that I was 90% in the Void and they weren't lying about feeling pure bliss and happiness and feeling calm as well as being one with yourself because I felt it too. And when I "got out" I felt SO SMUG cause I was like, I finally figured out what method works best for me AND I know when and how to do it.
So, my directions in case you want to try it out.
Go to bed around 30 minutes - 1 hour earlier. Or do it when you're going to take a nap, but it works best for me at night. Also, make sure your eyes are like slightly burning, not ask why just trust me. but not to the point it's watering just enough to make sure you're a little sleepy and will make you relax easier because I find that works best.
2. Then, relax your body and allow all thoughts to float by, don't pay any attention to it. Also, focus on your breathing. (You can do breathing techniques but I just went with a slow but natural pace of breathing, for me of course)
3. ANY SYMPTOMS IGNORE THEM ALL!! It may be hard but honestly, it's kind of like ignoring someone when they talk shit- bad example but you knowww. Just focus on breathing and affirmations here.
4. Make sure to affirm when you are ready, trust me you will know because it'll be like a gut feeling. Or when you feel really relaxed like you're in a tropical paradise or something just start to affirm. Also, I would imagine things that I'd be doing in my hr (home reality) because affirming is kinda boring after a while so I interchanged them.
And that's about it, I think the important thing to take away here is to do what works FOR YOU. If you know that this method doesn't work for you but you saw it works for me, that is not an invitation to change your method. Also, remember always that the void IS YOU, it will not exist without you so don't put it on a pedestal. You got this always and have fun living your dream life. You were born a master of the void so no excuses.
Also that new subliminal that you made is LITERALLY the only sub I use now and it's BOMB. But I obviously linked my playlist bc I used to use it.
OMG IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!! Thank you so much for using my subliminal and most importantly sharing your success! It’s the truth! Find what works for you and R E L A X I know you will get in again!! TSYM for linking the playlist too! 💕💗💗
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escenariosinfumables · 3 months
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Princess reader pt. 2
Headcanon with Mihawk, Luffy, Sabo and Franky
Note: shitty english. this is fun so i made a second part! maybe i'll make a third one but idk
Part 1 ♡
Dracule Mihawk
You meet at a royal dance
He looks more like royalty than you
Placed his penetrating eyes on you in that blood red dress
Want to bite your long exposed neck
Gothic victorian fashion >>>
Seeing you drink the best wine and look so fine made him ask you to dance
You were intimidated by his look at first, but quickly found it beautiful
Criticize politics and society with irony and share wine and book recommendations
Visits you often in secret
He is a Warlord, your relationship with him must be a secret for the safety of you and your people
Read together
Dinner together
Spend a lot of quality time together
Sometimes don't even talk fine with the simple company of each other
He's too observant, you don't need words to know what you need or want
One look is enough to understand the other
Have the deepest connection
You're enchanted by its gothic castle
You learn about gardening so you can work together in his garden
He loves to cook for you
You have never felt more princess than with him
He calls you princesa
The both love loneliness, but miss each other painfully when you are apart
SLOW BURN relationship
The most dedicated and sadistic lover possible
He likes to see you beg for him when you forget your princess manners
When the world becomes more dangerous and unstable, cut off all relations with you for your own safety
He couldn't forgive himself if something happened to you
Luffy:
He don't even care your title
You're pretty and cook delicious dish to him
Share the love of food
You have a long line of older brothers and sisters so you have a lot of freedom
They met when you went down to town to give away your meat pies to the islanders
Preventing Luffy from eating everything led you to hit him on the head and invite them to a banquet at the castle in return
You cooked the whole banquet
You, Luffy, Chopper and Usop joked and fooled around throughout dinner
Had the same silly humor
They were excited to see your terrarium garden full of bugs like beetles, spiders, worms and more
They stayed in the castle, your father was happy that you make friends
Your name is hard to pronounce so he calls you Cupcake
At midnight you met Luffy in the kitchen, both of you were looking for something sweet to eat
They end up in a food fight with the cream and chocolate of cake for breakfast
Someway you end up under his body, surrounded by his rubber limbs
He lick the cream off the tip of your nose
The game of lick ends in a heated kiss
Luffy never has great sexual desires, so you have to put up with how fierce he is at you
You're his new favorite flavor just under the meat cooked by Sanji
He begs you to come join his crew
Forget the title of princess and take the title of Straw Hat baker
The Captain is happy to can eat his favorite Cupcake every night
Sabo:
Hated each other at first
When Dragon brought you with him to protect you from a bloody chainsaw, he thought you were the most spoiled person of all
And you thought he was a big idiot
There were weeks of ill-intentioned comments and childish fights
Whoever got in the way would be a victim of you anger
Until Sabo found you one night secretly crying
You were not spoiled, you were worried about your people and family
Sabo wants to comfort you, but his mouth fails
"You are a crybaby, typical princess in distress"
But you don't answer him, you just cry harder because you feel useless
So Sabo sits next to you, uncomfortable, and tells you how Ivankov once transformed Dragon into a woman
You laugh a little, and it sounds like heaven to him
He keeps telling you stupid things that make you laugh
And then you tell him about your island, your family, and you feel a little better
Getting closer little by little, even train together
You end up being part of the Revolutionary Army thanks to your knowledge in the art of war
You realize you fall in love with Sabo when you're jealous of Koala, which is stupid and you know it
To your bad good luck, Sabo notices and starts joking about your crush on him
The fights start again, but they are more tense
Until you get fed up one day, after a mission, and shout your confession
"Yes, idiot. I like you a lot stupid"
He bursts out laughing and kisses you hard
"It took you a lot to admit that you're crazy over me, crybaby"
Franky:
He thinks you're SUUUUUPER
You're so fine and elegant
And he just wears panties
Your kingdom is very traditional and they are not happy with the Straw Hats
But one of them is the only one who make you laugh
You, The Cold Princess, manage to laugh after a long time thanks to the cyborg
The entire kingdom was shocked to hear your laugh
He teaches you a lot about technology
He helps to industrialize your town a little so that they have an easier life
Being showered with super compliments all the time
"You look suuuuuper cool, princess" "But she is the most attractive princess"
Franky joked that no robot could have your perfect posture or your perfect face
You love discovering all the secrets of his robotic body
And he enjoys being able to show off his super skills
What led you to touch all his buttons
You found the lights on her nipples strange but attractive at the same time
Special tour of the Sunny
In his workshop you ended up sitting on his desk, crumpling the plans under you and forgetting about your logical part
It's funny, he's part robot and your cold personality disappears
It's all instinct
"Wow super princess, I feel like metal even in my human parts thanks you"
You want to die of shame but laugh out loud
Maybe it was okay to forget about manners for a while
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taifenggg · 2 months
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Helloooo, I have a request (you can ignore it if you want!), how about a scenario like the one in the song "Why'd you only call me when you're high?" from Arctic Monkeys? I was listening to it and it came to my mind 🤭🤭(Obey Me! characters ; little smut please ♡)
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Character(s): GN!Reader(no pronouns mentioned)
Authors Notes: hi there, idk if i did this request justice but i tried my best! you didnt specify which characters youd like so i took the liberty of choosing them, hope thats alright ^^
nsfw under the cut! minors dni or i will block you :)
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drabble under the cut!
It's fairly obvious how much he loves you.
He's completely and utterly infatuated with you. Even now, as he collapses onto his bed, not completely drunk but slightly tipsy and buzzed. Thoughts of you occupy his mind. You are all he thinks about, even in his hazy stupor.
Even as he's leaning against pillows stacked neatly on his bed, desperately fisting his cock into his hand, wishing it was your hand instead of his. His moans come out breathy, his chest rising and falling as he pants out your name. His bangs cling to his face, and despite everything he does he struggles to keep his noises down. There's no doubt in his mind that at any second, someone could burst through the door and see just what he was up to, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to care.
"Fuck MC-" he whines keeling over slightly as he edges himself, on the brink of his release, but purposefully slowing down. He can see your face, your smile, the way your lips quirk up into a smirk. His mind wanders and he envisions you, between his legs, smiling up at him oh so innocently as you jack him off. He shudders at the thought, feeling heat rush to his face.
More I get through the gears Incapable of makin' alright decisions And havin' bad ideas
He shouldn't be thinking about you like this, and he would be lying to himself if he claimed he didn't feel guilty over getting off to the fantasy of you helping him out. But he's in too deep. You're like quicksand, the more he struggles, the more you draw him in.
"Shit-!" he gasps out, his body shuddering as he releases messily all over his stomach. His hands still as he catches his breath, the post-nut clarity starting to catch up to him, seemingly sobering him up. He groans softly as he presses his hands to his face, his cheeks seemingly burning even more.
After some debating with himself, he picks up his phone, swiping to your contact, shooting you a quick text.
'MC, I know it's late but I really need to see you right now. It's urgent.'
He tosses his phone over to the side, groaning softly as he leans back more against his bed, waiting for your response. Thankfully, he doesn't have to wait too long. A notification from his phone startles him as he scrambles to clean himself up as best as he can before reaching over and unlocking his phone, seeing a new text message from you.
'I heard you went drinking and got kind of wasted, you should probably rest.'
He grimaces slightly before responding back to you.
'Please.'
He watches as your three dots jump up and down for a bit, and he imagines you formulating your response. And sure enough, you respond.
You said you gotta be up in the morning Gonna have an early night .... Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?
Another pause.
'Fine, I'm coming over now.'
After all, who were you to deny your favorite boy, especially when he's especially needy for you?
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"Can't sleep?" König x Gender-neutral Reader
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Having flashbacks about the battlefield and unable to fall asleep after an exceptionally draining mission, you go seek the comfort of your Colonel in the middle of the night.
*Slow burn
*ANGST!!💔... dw it gets wholesome at the end i promise ❤️
*Thanj you to Azzy!! (My No.1 Fan...🥹🫂💘) for this request !!!🙋🏼‍♀️💫💞💞✨Love u too🫶💕,, I kind of 🥺slightly🥺 maube a littke bit🥺🥺🥺went off prompt and König isnt affected by the mission per se BUT i have fulfilled the CUDDLING part!!! ☺️☺️pls dont show up to my fhome with pitchforks and torches im sry it just sorta happened ok😱
Also i rhink i have dementia bc I thought someone else rqsted König comfortinf rreader in a storm???😰😰Turns out nobody did so maybe i hallucinated it or smtj idk🤷🏼‍♀️Anyways I thought to merge these two ideas together so lmk what u think abt this lil (by "lil" i mean WAY too long🤪) drabble🙏💕
*Reader is pining for König
*Events loosely take place in the KönigxKing (as in, reader's call-sign is "King" storyline) mini-series. This serves as a slight backstory for King (reader). Again, this is by no means in any chronological order in relation to the series, so this can also be read as stand-alone! :)
*THANK YOU FOR 100+ FOLLOWERS!!!!!! 🥳🎉🎊✨🎇💖I SWEAR ONE IT LITERALLT FEELS LIKE MID-AUGUST WHEN I HAD LIKE 7 WHERE DID U ALL COME FEOM??????😰😰💘 IT MEANS SO MUCH FOR ME LIKE I CANR STRESS THIS ENOIGH BC IM SO HAPPG U GUYS THINK MEWORTHY ENOIGH OF YOUR PRECIOUS FOLLOW AND WANT TO READ MY WACK WORKS!!!!!!🤧🤧💖💖 LIKE??????? 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹THANK U THABK YOU RHABK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🫶🥰🥰💖💖💖❤️💞💞💕💖💕💕💞
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You couldn't sleep.
It was raining relentlessly outside, the pitter-patter of water droplets hitting your window. Storm clouds boomed loudly outside, and despite the blinds being pulled tightly shut, lightning occasionally flashed through the cracks, elongated shadows of buildings forming on the walls.
Counting down the seconds until you'd hear the rumbling thunder, it would only be a few kilometres away, and you'd shudder at the sound, shivering.
While tossing and turning in bed, you had kicked off your covers and were staring at the ceiling, still wide awake. Normally, a storm like this would be like a lullaby to your ears, yet now it did nothing in helping lull you to sleep.
Even if you wanted to sleep, how could you when those corpses haunted your nightmares?
Laying in bed, your mind replayed the same scenes like a movie reel, the same screams like a broken record:
Lifeless, unblinking eyes with mouths agape and an expression of fear permanently engraved on their pale faces; flies swarming in hordes to harvest the soft tissues of the irises and tongue, eating the human mush; limbs contorted in unnatural positions, arms and legs crushed by the force of detonated mines, bones broken under the weight.
Rumbling roaring of machine guns and the deafening explosions from hand grenades meant that the high-pitched ringing would drown out everybody's yelling, muffle all noise from your surroundings, and you'd only be pulled out of your daze when you'd find yourself stumbling on unstable ground, on bricks and cheap concrete that had all crumbled.
Bodies would drop so fast it'd take at least seconds for you to register whether it had been an enemy or an ally.
You'd pull the trigger, but seeing a bullet go through someone's forehead and the exaggerated shock stamped on their face — a permanent expression in their final seconds remaining forever in death — left you wondering why you would ever sign up willingly to do this.
Disorientated, you'd struggle to pull yourself together, would enter far too many close calls for a soldier to count, and would only get a grip once you saw a familiar face, a reminder that you weren't alone in the warzone.
Even now, the sonorous sound kept echoing in your head, and, if you listened closely, it resembled hundreds of hoarse shouts, so many people screaming at once in collective agony.
You flinched as a bolt of lightning suddenly struck the sky.
Sparing an absentminded glance at your digital alarm clock, your eyes widened slightly at the time: 1:56am.
Damn... you thought. ...it's that late already?
Drills would begin at 7 o'clock, and you had to have woken up at 6 to brush your teeth, get dressed, eat, and mentally prepare yourself for the day, so you kissed a good night's sleep goodbye, and accepted the telling off from your superiors the following morning for under-performing.
...Still, how could you sleep after what you had experienced? What you experienced and would continue experiencing?
Accepting high-pressure missions and a demanding workload once you had enlisted, you thought that your ability to keep calm under pressure and stay composed would mean that you would have been unaffected by the shooting by now, and be taking everything in your stride. Calm, composed, and unaffected, is what you had thought you'd be. Surely you'd be able capable enough to cope with it all?
Yet, you weren't any of those things. Never getting used to the stress that would persist even while on supposedly "low-intensity" extractions. You'd always be on edge, always recoiling at hands that would reach over to tap your back as encouragement or hold your shoulder in reassurance on base.
You believed you could never familiarise yourself with the panic and unpredictability of missions and being hyper-aware of something, anything, everything going wrong, with the adrenaline that would course through your body and take over your senses in times of fight or flight, with the nerves that would keep you on edge hours after landing safely on base.
But, most of all, with the nights you'd lay in bed, unable to fall asleep: nights like these, when every time you closed your eyes, you saw the eyes of dying comrades; when every time you walked along the corridors, imagined yourself diving across the floor and felt shattered shrapnel breaking under your feet; when every time you sat in an empty room, heard ear-piercing blasts and the ricochet of discarded shells just missing your head.
Whereas the other operators seemed to be completed unmoved by any of their deployments and would shrug their shoulders off of the events, the anxiety for you lingered, trauma deep within your soul consuming you whole.
How could you ever get over the fact that you were shooting real people? Losing real soldiers?
...Losing yourself along the way?
All this work took a toll on your psyche, but comparing yourself to the other soldiers made you feel like such a coward, and second-guess ever enlisting in the first place.
...Well, you did so because it had been your only option all things considered, but looking back on it, you thought that maybe it would have been better if you hadn't chosen anything at all.
Accepted the grave nature of your failures in life, the same life that would have had inevitably ended with you pre-maturely in a grave.
After all, you had no job prospects to look forward to, no dreams to strive for, no aspirations to achieve.
Failing your school exams time and time again until you had finally achieved a result that was good enough didn't earn you any security, as you weren't exactly employable with grades you had just barely managed to claw to even pass.
Really, it was hopeless. You were hopeless.
To say your family was disappointed in you would have been an understatement. Out of three children, you were labelled the disappointment child, the underachiever and failure.
Your two siblings worked as a lawyer and an engineer respectively, while you had never even been able to grasp the basics in education, never spoke with your teachers of anything other than the worrying results of your exams, never came home to share a thing with your parents you had accomplished with a smile of pride stretched on your young face like your siblings did.
Never. Because you weren't ever good enough.
At the dinner table, your siblings boasted of promotions and of revolutionary research, of trials and of successes, of their brilliant breakthroughs, as you sat on the side of the table, listening from the sidelines, excluded from all of the grandeur that you couldn't relate to.
Still, it was always better to keep your mouth shut than to make a dent in the conversation, further embarass yourself and prove how lowly you were, than to have so many pairs of pitying eyes talking down on you in patronising tones, of the subtle condolences from your parents and their regret with triumphant smirks and condescending attitude from your siblings.
In a last ditch effort to make your parents proud, you made the decision of joining the military. You were young and impressionable, under the impression that your parents would finally be impressed.
...Of course, they weren't. In fact, your decision made them even more disappointed, shaking their heads sympathetically with strained smiles stretched on their lips.
Maybe that was the reason you couldn't handle the pressure of the military, you thought. You were weak, incompetent. Pathetic.
Although no one told you explicitly or made you feel that way directly, somehow, you always had felt inferior. Somehow, you felt that no matter what you did, how much you did, how well you thought you did, you wouldn't ever come close to the others's level.
That, despite your effort and dedication, you would never be good enough. Would always be inferior no matter what, because you always had been and would always be so.
...Your Colonel never made you feel that way, though, and you never quite understood why.
After all, your interactions were few-far-and-inbetween. It made you wonder what made you feel this way, and what spark ignited the warmth you'd feel when he was around.
Although a man of few words, the words that he did say to you would matter, though. His praise, his acknowledgement, his always being there made you want to keep going and prove your worth to him.
It started off as sporadic encouragement:
Your skin glistening with sweat, an accented voice would say "Gute Arbeit," over your crumpled body on the gym mat.
Offering you a gloved hand, you grasped it gratefully, and he pulled your tired body with ease. "Good job, King."
A lopsided smile from you as you'd wipe the sweat from your forehead and brows after sparring with someone else, limp limbs barely keeping you standing. His eyes were betrayed no emotion under his veil, yet a thin-lipped grin was behind it.
"Thank— you— sir!" You'd manage to breathe out, still panting for breath. "I did— my best, but— I didn't win."
"That does not matter," he'd say, speaking in a tone you couldn't quite recognize. "Very good job. Keep it going. Soon, you'll be able to pin even me down."
You'd laugh weakly at his words, yet would immediately feel a surge of motivation to keep working hard, and would train up to the point of exhaustion behind closed doors. Thinking you'd be alone, you'd punch a dufflebag with grunts of effort, missing the tall silhouette observing you with crossed arms in the corner, satisfied.
Then, those became casual greetings;
"Guten Morgen, soldier. Nice day, ja?"
Turning around, you'd see your Colonel walking towards you, frame visible even from a distance.
You smile broadly, eyes crinkling up in genuine joy, before you caught yourself and coughed. "Y-yeah!"
"Always a nice day whenever you're around, sir," you'd tease, playfully winking at him as he approached you, yet you were yet to master it without blinking both eyes.
He'd chuckle heartily, flattered, then shook his head to hide how his face flushed under his veil, and held up a hand.
"Thank Gott I have you here. My day would have been ruined."
"Have a good day, sir!" You'd call after him brightly, and he'd turn around for a final time with a two-fingered salute. Strange, since he was your superior, not the other way around, but you shrugged this off as a friendly gesture.
Until it developed into a sort of mutual connection.
In your eyes, at least.
You didn't want to assume that you two were friends, as the man was way out of your league. Strong, muscular, and a disciplined soldier — a Colonel, no less — a man of influence.
Besides, he, conversing with the only-recently-recruit-turned-soldier that was the slowest to understand a joke, did not comprehend complicated terms, and was the least bright out of the entire faction was not something you wanted him to be associated as, didn't want to tarnish his reputation.
You reasoned that you didn't want to bring down the Colonel down to your low level, so you kept your relationship as just that; associates. Aquaintances. Nothing more, out of respect for your Colonel.
Little did you know, the Colonel had developed a soft spot for you.
It seemed as though the storm had gotten worse, as the rain was unrelenting, and the tapping on the glass increased with force. Booming thunderclouds made your room shake.
A sigh as you turned to your side again. 2:07am.
Your thoughts moved back to your Colonel, and you started missing him, longing for him. The warmth that radiated off him made you wish he'd take you in his arms, hold you close to his chest, and you suddenly felt so cold. So lonely and cold.
Maybe it was childish of you to be feeling this way — he was your superior, after all, and you had no reason to be so attached — yet your daily encounters made you gain feelings for the man. Made you feel things when he was around.
Somehow, he brought you security. Made you feel protected. Safe. Like you could always count on him for having your back.
Made you forget that you were so useless, and was the reason for the fuzzyness within your chest, the buzzing feeling you'd feel as you'd be grinning from ear to ear after speaking to him.
Made you feel like you weren't pathetic. Weren't a wasted wishing star. Instead, you were appreciated, seen, even.
You wanted to see him. You wanted to be with him.
...Would he want you, though?
No. Of course he wouldn't. You weren't good enough.
A deep sigh. 2:15, the digital alarm clock displayed.
...What if he actually did want you? Not even as a partner, but just to be around him? Breathe the same air as him? You thought you weren't worthy of his time, but maybe, just maybe he wouldn't see it as such a waste.
Another crash of lightning brought you to your senses.
Finally making up your mind, you huffed in exertion as you pushed yourself off your stiff mattress, not bothering to organize the mess of blankets on the floor.
Walking with certainty, before you realised it, you were at König's bedroom door. Standing behind the door, hand hesitatingly reaching for the handle, you bit your lip, confidence wavering.
Should you really go through with this right now? What if he was asleep at that moment and all you'd do is disrupt his slumber? It wouldn't be fair of you to disturb him so late in the night, especially when he had so many responsibilities.
Still, you inhaled deeply, and, as quietly as you could, knocked twice.
You almost jumped out of your skin at the familiar accented voice of your Colonel.
"Come in," he said hoarsely. His tone was almost warm, inviting, yet you shook your head at the idea, and pulled the handle.
Entering inside, you slowly closed the door behind you. When you turned around, König was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees, seemingly deep in thought. Wearing a tank top and cargo pants, his head was hung low, his veil hanging loosely over his head.
The blinds were drawn open to reveal the sky dominated by darkness, the grey curtain of monochrome on the nearest buildings cast down by the clouds, the raindrops that remained on the windows and the rhythmic echoes against the pavement as they dropped in syncopation.
The sight, his presence, were both so... relaxing. In a way, your anxiety was relieved by the tranquility of the scene, and it made you forget the internal turnoil you had been going through for the past few hours, made the tension in your body fade.
"Ah, King," his arms dropped to his sides and he raised his head to meet your eyes in the dark. "I had a feeling that it would be you."
You fidgeted nervously, not knowing what to do.
"Bitte, schön," he said, patting the empty space beside him on the mattress. "Please, sit down. I insist."
Slowly lowering yourself to his side, you sat at a reasonable distance away from him. With the both of you sat down, the size difference was still very noticable. His height made him hunch over you, and one of his thighs was like the two of yours combined.
So nervous, you didn't even notice how his back slumped so you'd be both at a similar level.
He cleared his throat. "What brings you here so late in the night?"
An awkward tug of your t-shirt collar.
"Can't sleep," you stated simply.
"I see." He was quiet for a few moments. Then: "And you decided that my room was the place to go?"
Your face heated up, and you averted your gaze. "Well, sir, it's j-ju—"
"—Nein," he cut you off, holding up a hand to stop you. "I have told you so many times not to call me that. Call me König."
"But— but you're my superior," you gasped, mouth agape. "You deserve to be addressed with respect! I couldn't possibly—"
The protest died on your lips again as the man shook his head, the loose material of his veil following his movements. "Nein. None of that matters. I want you to call me by my first name."
A heavy silence lingered over the two of you, words left unsaid by you both.
"So," König prompted, "what brings you here, King?"
Pausing to think over a pretence, the best you could come up with was: "The storm scared me."
"Ja?" Even with the fabric covering his face, you could almost see the skeptical smirk on his lips.
"A soldier like you afraid of loud clouds? Some rain?" He chuckled.
"Really, I'd have thought you better than that, King." If you didn't know him well enough, you'd have thought he was mocking you, yet despite the sarcasm his eyes held a genuine concern for you.
An bashful laugh escaped you as you rubbed your arm, nails slightly digging into your skin.
"Okay, tell me the truth, King," Leaning forward, his tone became serious. "I know for certain you aren't scared."
He searched for your eyes, yet you avoided his gaze.
"Something is troubling you. Is that it?" He cocked his head to the side, fabric falling loosely over his shoulder. "You can tell me, King. I am your superior, you know. You should tell me these things."
"Well... it's j-just—"
You bit your lip, willing the tears to stay in your eyes.
Don't cry. Don't you dare cry.
König watched you, patiently waiting for you to continue.
You swallowed the lump in your throat, vulnerability showing in your eyes. "—This recent mission, it was— it was really, really difficult. And I just..."
König shuffled towards you until your knees were almost touching, watching you intently. As your body trembled, a hand hovered in uncertainty by your shoulder.
Sniffling, you wiped the wetness on your face with your arm, voice breaking.
"I-I just think that I'm not strong. That I'm... weak. Not— not good enough to be working with people that are so much better. So much stronger—"
Your breath hitched in your throat, voice coming out in a broken sob. "—I-I mean— I'm so pathetic. I shouldn't be so... weak. I should — I should be better. Wh-why—"
Tears flowed freely down your face. "—Why can't I be better, König? Why am I so— so useless?"
Without saying anything, König wrapped his strong arms around your body and pulled you against his chest, pulled you close so you could let it all out. For a few moments, he let you cry, ever-so-gently stroking the back of your head, fingers running through your hair. Weeping into his chest, his steady breathing soothed you.
Once you recovered enough from your emotions, you pulled away, downcast. Face red and blotchy with tears, eyes puffy and pink from crying, lips quivering and voice hoarse, you felt so pathetic. So, so pathetic.
"F-fuck, s-si— König—" Trembling. "I'm so so sorry. I'm too emotional, please, I'm sor—"
"Nein." His tone was soft, yet firm. Definitive. "You have nothing to apologise for, King."
Both hands cupped the sides of your face, tentatively tilting your face upwards. His expression was forlorn, and you felt tears brimming in your eyelids again.
"...You're not weak. You're not pathetic. You're not useless. I see you always trying so hard, King, always giving it your all..."
He paused for a few moments, deliberating over how best to put his thoughts into words. "...Maybe... maybe your best isn't the best out of anyone's bests, but it's the effort that counts." He rubbed the back of his neck, then let out a mono-syllabic laugh. "Scheiße, did that make sense? Sorry— I'm not good with words—"
You glanced away. "—Hey," his hand reached to hold to side of your face. "Look at me, King."
"You're not weak, not pathetic, not useless," he repeated, voice wavering.
"You're none of those. You're better than you think you are. Your inner strength," a finger pointed at your chest, "your heart, it's so full of goodness. So full of so many good things that don't define you, but instead changed you for the better."
"Maybe... maybe you aren't the aren't the best, haven't been the best, or never will be the best, but it's not your fault. You try so hard, and the odds... the odds are stacked against you. And, sometimes... sometimes it's okay to not be the best. You don't have to be fearless, the strongest, perfect. You can just be... you."
His eyes were pleading in the dark. "Please don't doubt yourself. You're so— so much better than you imagine."
A shaky breath. "So much stronger than you tell yourself. I can promise you, you are your own person. Other people's successes don't define you."
König turned around to glance at his alarm. 2:36.
When he turned back, your face had slowly regained the colour on your cheeks, eyes sparkled, chest rose and fall at a steady pace. You said nothing, yet König knew you listened to every one of his words.
"Looks like it's too late for you to fall asleep in your own room," he whispered, gently caressing your face. "Stay here with me, King."
Eyes immediately widening in surprise, you were about to protest. "B-but— I couldn't possibly, König—"
That protest died on your lips as König's arms engulfed you again, and brought you down against his mattress so you were laying on his chest. Cocooned like a protective blanket over you, you didn't need him to say anything more. You felt so... safe. Loved.
The storm outside seemed to calm down, and lightning no longer crashed against the window. Rain faltered, and some clouds were separating in the darkness of the sky.
Before you knew it, your eyelids became heavy with drowsiness, feeling a wave of calm wash over you, cleansing away your sorrows.
Just before you fell asleep, you heard König say something in German, barely above a whisper, but you did not understand:
"Schlaf gut Schatz. Ich liebe dich."
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I don't know who needed to hear that, or if anyone even did, but I stand by the words I wrote. Although you are reading this, and are likely a stranger, and I'll never face you in real life, I want you to know that you *are* good enough. And if it takes a person on the internet using a fictional character to tell you so, then so be it. You are still valid. 🫂
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Note: i rhink some of the ppl that read my previous fics will be able to tell that i went tryhard mode on this one 💀💀
Its mostly bc im back in school and were going over all the stupid fancy shmancy literative devices and figurstive language (god why cant u call it literallt anything else i swear why does it have ro be so unnecessarily overcomplicated just call it sentence structures or writing techniques istg.man😭)so i unconsciously chanelled all of thise boring technicalities into this 😬
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kelsstars · 1 year
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Now Or Never - Carl Grimes x Y/N (gender-neutral)
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Warnings: SLOW BURN, smut (18+), receiving!y/n, receiving!carl, fingering, protected sex, loosing first times, angst (miscommunication), finding comfort, slight jealous!carl, slight jealous!y/n, swearing. All teenage characters are set to be 18-19, so a bit different than the original timeline.
Summary of the prologue: You and Carl have known each other since kindergarten. Yet after the whole world fell down in front of your eyes, the chances of meeting again would be slim to nothing. After 10~11 years of looking for a stable group of survivors, you found and now live comfortably in a place called Alexandria, with your friends Ron, Mikey and Enid. Until one day, when you sneak out, you come across two strangers from a group near your home and you happen to recognize a familiar face.
A/N: This will be one of my first fanfics that contains a first perspective Y/N gender neutral reader as I want to satisfy everyone with this! Feel free to send requests. :))
Words: idk but it’s beyond long. 😞
“Fuck..” You say as you look down at your leg. You were just ambushed by a zombie, barely getting away but luck is on your side today, as the walker got caught up on a trap you had previously placed some days before. Though, it did managed to rip your jeans a little, your breath quickens as you search for any scratch or bites. You were safe, but you never knew when you couldn’t.
‘I can’t do this, I need to get back inside. What if Ron finds out I went out?!’ You mentally told yourself.
Your friends in Alexandria were rather nice most of the times, but Ron had.. problems. His dad wasn’t the Dad Of The Year, nor would he be close to that title, so you believed it rubbed on Ron as years went on. You and Ron had always multiple fights about getting to explore outside the safety of the walls. Not only would he always bring up your traumatic upbringing up until Alexandria to make you stay inside, he would also comment that you would use it as an excuse to smoke cigarettes. Well, he wasn’t far off from the second argument, but you never actually smoke. Near the ‘safe zone’ of Alexandria, you would always light up a cigarette and leave it to burn on a empty tombstone. You don’t remember how long you had done it for, but you knew exactly why you did it. It was the grave of what you once were.
You reminisced of times when you went to school and you had to sit by your only friend that your memory refused to block. Carl Grimes. He was the sweetest boy since kindergarten until you were about 8 and he was 7, right before shit went down. You always wondered in the dead of night if he had lived as far as you did, and if he was dead, where was he buried. You wanted to be buried a long beside him, he was your first love after all, you two were inseparable, reading comic books every moment you had got in break, made friendships bracelets that you had eventually lost after 3 days because y’know how kids are, but your favorite time of all, making sleepovers at each others houses so you could stay up and watch the stars from his yard. It wasn’t his interest to begin with, you had always loved the stars and wanted to grow up as an astronaut, and when Carl had heard about such, he started to like them too because of you. You thought it was adorable and that was probably when you started to like him, but the day you were about to invite to your place for another sleepover, you saw him leaving school with his mom and another man, who you don’t remember well his face nor name, but you know that after he took Carl into his car, you never saw him again.
After the apocalypse started, you came running home as chaos was running right behind you. Cars crashing, people screaming and being eaten right in front of you, of course that can change someone for the worse. You arrived home with your dad immediately handing you a baggage with your stuff, food and water and you never looked back.
It would be nice to continue your inner dialogue and how you had lost your dad and future people as you watch the cigarette burn on the empty grave. But you hear voices not far from where you stood.
“Dad, where are you going? Wasn’t Alexandria that way?” A calm yet a slight raspy voice questions their parental figure, you figure he’s around Ron’s age since you have heard the teenagers in Alexandria voices change and go through changes.
‘Sigh’ - You hear. - “You have no idea, WE have NO idea these people are. They could be murderers for all I know, and my main mission is to keep everyone in the group at bay and in a safe place.” A much more deeper and scratchy voice coming behind you. You rushed to hide inside an open tree near the grave but the fallen leaves crunch under your steps, giving away your presence.
“That doesn’t answer my ques- Wait. Did you hear that?” You hear as the supposedly younger male clocks his gun. Welp, you fucked up this time.
You start praying to every god you can remember, even when you have never believed in such things, it’s not like you had the time to focus on religion after everything that has happened to you. But this was different, this is one the few times you had stumbled upon danger and unfortunately, you saw no way out unless a miracle happens.
“Carl, how many do you think there are hidden here?” Carl?! Huh. Ironic how you were thinking about your childhood friend and now you were getting hunted down by the person with the same name.
“I heard few footsteps, so I’d say a walker, I can handle it. Don’t worry.” The older figure, whose presumably his dad, gives a quick okay and you hear as he walks away and this supposed ‘Carl’ slowly approaches your hiding spot. You held your hands up to your mouth, hoping no breath or sound came out of your body.
“Pst pst psst..” You hear ‘Carl’ call out to you. How dare he?! But then again, he thinks you’re a walker and not a person, so being cat called should be least of your proble-
You look up to see a gun pointed right at your face outside the tree hole. For a few moments you can’t tell if you’re about to cry, scream or do anything. You’re just shocked.
“Who are you?” The male asks, obviously not in a friendly mood. It takes a few minutes to indulge and zone back into reality as you observe his body up and down. He has long brown hair, with a fringe that covers his right patched eye. Speaking of it, it seems he only had one baby blue eye, as his eyebrows furrowed, slight veins appear on his hands and he looks pretty wearing a sheriff’s hat. He had sweet little freckles that reminded you of someone you once loved and knew. Wait. You could not believe your own vision as you slowly piece together who the person in front of you might be.
“Carl?” You pause. “C-Carl Grimes?”
You watch as Carl’s eyes widen not breaking eye-contact, his face goes from shocked to an aggressive look once more, yet his voice sounds confused.
“How do you know my name?” His grasp on the gun seems to tighten.
“It’s me, Carl, Y/N (Y/L/N)! Remember us in school? We used to watch stars together before everything went to shit, do you not remember-“ You suddenly stay quiet.
The boy immediately lowers his gun, even tugging it back in his gun holder. You could tell he was about to cry because he stood there biting his lip with watery eyes. You hurriedly get up from your tree spot and hug him. Neither of you could not wrap your head around that either of you were alive.
Oh, how you wish you could kiss him and just break down on his sweet warms arms.
You break out of your thoughts as your hear Carl’s dad, Rick. It was nice to see a familiar face that reminded you of your old life, of course Rick was skeptical as to why you two were hugging, since he could not recognize you with everything that happened, but after a walk to Alexandria, where Rick’s group had already arrived, Rick seemed to have recognized you. There were many new people. You recognized a lot of their names, but for personal reasons. It made Carl amused to know you were involved in his life once again. And so were you! Having Carl communicate with your friends and his group bounding well with everyone in the community. Yet you have noticed that Enid seemed to get closer and closer to Carl, which set you off.
Presumably, from your calculations of days, 4 months had passed and your relationship with Carl had, unfortunately, rapidly declined. You would always have a quiet time every time you were paired up together in scavenger hunts, or even when the teenagers all met up to play games together. It broke your heart to know that for the first two weeks with him being back, you had catch up on everything you lived through all these years. And then it stopped. Or well, Carl stopped. He started to become more rude to you, every time you would show up, he would ignore you or lock himself up on his room. Him, Rick and Michonne had decided that the house you were staying at more comfortable for Carl’s young sister, Judith. You were happy at first but now it was hell to live through. As weeks went by, since Carl had stopped talking to you, it was the same routine of him running quickly to his room every single time he saw you.
It pissed you off.
Not only because your childhood friend and crush was avoiding you, but he still hung out with your other friends. Especially, Enid. You would always catch them reading comic books next to each other and even, listening to loud music right in Carl’s room, which happened to be right next to yours. You still liked Enid, she was your friend after all, but you never thought she would like Carl back because she would always talk about Ron to you. The day you confronted her about it around a month ago, and she admitted that she liked Carl and no longer shared feelings with Ron. If that wasn’t the tipping point of your jealousy, you don’t know what was.
In ‘revenge’, you started to hang out with Ron a lot more. But in reality, you didn’t even realize how much closer you had gotten, especially since you had a rocky friendship in the past. You were still a bit skeptical of his behavior but this was until one day you were playing checkers on your bed with Ron.
“Hey, Y/N, mind passing me that small butter knife over there?” Ron looked up from the game, clearly he must have been bored of not playing other games in your house because you had given most to Carl when he first settled in.
“Yeah, sure.” You lean over to reach your bed side table to grab the pen. “Is there a reason why?”
“Yeah, let’s write each others names on the big tree outside where you always hide away!” Ron seemed a bit too excited over this idea. He even turned his face away, from embarrassment of how enthusiastic he must have sounded to you.
You laugh at the idea. “Is this not what Michonne and Rick said they did so their love could live through forever?” You remembered when Daryl found out their initials on the tree they had carved their names on. You were always a fan of Daryl’s comments on Michonne and Rick’s relationship. In fact, he was not against it, but he still seemed against the idea of romantic affection being shown in front of him.
“Well, of course not. Pfft! We’re just friends…, right?” Ron sounded hopeful at the end. Too hopeful for your response to say contrary. You noted to yourself that his face seemed to turn red and redder the more you took to answer.
“Oh Ron, of course! You and your family first welcomed me with open arms and you have been one of my closest friends here.” You stopped as his face was giving the ‘continue’ look. “But-”
His face immediately went serious, but he started to put the checkers aside and slowly approach you as your back hit the headboard of you bed.
“It’s okay, Y/N, I’ve noticed how you’ve been approaching me and I can’t let you go. I’ve waited for this moment for years. These feelings didn’t disappear even when I was into Enid! Please, Y/N. Give me a chance to make you feel alright.” Ron says it so confidently, not even you have the words to say anything.
A brief silence occurs.
“I see the way you looked at Carl when you first arrived. I guessed immediately, he was the first love you talked about so much for the first few years you were here.” Your eyes widen. Shit, is this really the time to bring up your past right now?
“Ron, look. I’m sorry I can’t reciprocate your feelings, but is this the time to talk about him? You know more than anyone even I get disgusted by that nam-“
“LIES!” Ron suddenly screams at you. You flinched a little, it has been awhile since you had a fight so you forgot what he sounded like angry. “I SEE THE WAY YOU LOOK AT HIM! DON’T TRY TO TRICK ME.” He threw away the butter knife under your bed.
He had a point. Your head filled with butterflies whenever you saw him smile or having fun. Especially when you were out on your runs, where he would do a little smile whenever he killed a zombie cleanly.
“Y/N! One. Chance.” Ron looked up at you, cooping your cheeks with his hands. He was going to kiss you. Your first kiss was going to be Ron. Just the thought of that happening made your stomach twist, never have you thought of Ron in a romantic way, and it surely wouldn’t change now!
The door burst opens mid inner dialogue and Ron leaning to kiss you. It was.. Carl?
If you didn’t remember seeing Carl that upset, you sure would remember now. He seemed more hungry for murder as he looked at you when he first found you in the tree, a while back. He immediately pounces on top of Ron, preparing to get into a physical fight with him. But why was Carl this mad?
“WHAT THE FUCK, GRIMES?! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?” Ron tries to push Carl off of him but to no avail.
“NO ANDERSON, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! DON’T YOU HAVE ENID OR A DEAD WALKER OUTSIDE TO BE SMOOCHING?” Carl basically barks back at Ron, both holding each other by the collar.
“OH, YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT ENID? YOU BASICALLY COME HERE, STEAL MY EX AND THEN BREAK MY CRUSH’S HEART? YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE!”
“DON’T CONFUSE ME FOR YOUR STUPID FUCKING DAD. HE’S THE ASSHOLE, NOT ME.”
“YEAH? WELL, WHY DO YOU KEEP AVOIDING Y/N, HUH! YOU ACTED SO CARING AND THEN YOU JUST STOPPED. YOU BROKE THEIR HEART, BASICALLY PLAYING WITH THEIR FEELINGS. BUT THEN ACTING ALL SWEET TO MY GIR-“ Carl cuts him off before he continues spouting his thoughts.
“YOUR GIRL? YOU BROKE UP WITH HER! AND YOU KNOW DAMN WELL, WHY I AVOID Y/N, IT WAS YOU WHO TOLD ME IT WOULD MY WEIRD FEELINGS GO AWAY. THEY GOT STRONGER.” Carl and Ron kept going back and forth and-
Weird feelings? Wait.
“What?” You spoke out loud your own thoughts, the boys turn to look at you. Carl’s face turns slightly red as he realized what he just confessed. Ron looks confused and embarrassed.
“I… I need to talk to Carl. Now.” Your demeanor turns serious. This was it, you had your shot to talk through everything with Carl.
Now or never.
“But-“ You cut off Ron before he could finish.
“But nothing, Ron. Please, see your way out, and Carl, sit by me, this instant.”
Ron takes defeat as he walks out of the room, leaving with a death glare to Carl. Carl takes a minute to finally have the courage to sit by you. Finally, you can talk, face to face.
“Carl… Why have you been avoiding me? Be honest.” Your voice cracks mid sentence, you try to hide your tears from your so beloved who finally stood next to you.
“You want the full story?” You nod. “Alright.” He sighs before continuing.
“Ever since we started living together, it has been great, I got new friends, I got all my family from the outside and now all have their own houses and live comfortably. And especially-“ he carefully approached his hands near to yours. “I got to see and live in the same household as you.”
“I missed you so so much. And that day, it was one of the only days I have cried ever since this ordeal has begun. I cried when people died, but seeing that something from my old past life before this happened, gave me hope that there is good in this world, if you were still alive.” He scooted a little close to you, as he maintained eye contact. “I had realized as the small time we updated our lives and I got to know you again, that I fell for you. Once again.”
Your face feels itself warming up to his words, but you still had questions to ask.
“But why were you ignoring me, if you fell for me?”
“I…” His whole appearance changes. He starts twitching and crossing his legs. “I started feeling something weird happening to me. Like, I felt butterflies in my stomach when I saw you but, it was something else.”
“What was it?” You raised an eyebrow.
“I can’t.. say.” He looks away from you for the first time. “I went to Ron and Mickey about it, they said, I was ‘horny or excited’. I started having perverted thoughts about you and.. I felt bad because they both said that girls feel creeped out by guys who think that way.” You can see his ears turning red, he was blushing just from saying out his feelings. “They said that if I had hung out with Enid, since I didn’t like her nor does she like me, I could look at you normally, but it failed.”
It ticked you off that THAT was the reason he kept avoiding you. He got boners and thoughts from seeing you. It.. made sense, actually. He always left dinner as soon as he was done and going to his room right after. How did this not cross your mind?! He also did not know of Enid’s feelings and you were going to stay quiet about it.
“You know that, those are completely normal feelings, right?” You comment, and laugh right afterwards. It was cute to see him all bothered up because of you. “That is called feeling sexual attraction, it comes along when you first get romantic feelings. You can always NOT have sexual attraction even when you like someone, that’s valid but, it seems that isn’t your case.” You look up at him as he stares at you back, biting his lip.
“Does that mean that.. you don’t hate me for thinking of you in dirty ways?” He pauses as he tries to hide the fact that he is looking you up and down.
“Well, I’d be lying if I say I didn’t think of you the same way some times..” You also turn away from Carl, as you feel your face warm up.
You’re two touch-deprived and in need of each other’s love and affection teenagers. It seems that neither of your feelings left even when everything you knew turned upside down. Yet it made you feel happy that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Actually no. You NEEDED him, and he desperately NEEDED you back.
“Hey, Y/N… Do you mind if.. I kiss you?” He makes brief pauses in the middle catching his breath. Which makes you wonder what could possibly be making his breath so unsteady, and then you look down at his pants. Ah, understandable. His dick was about as ready to burst, he was probably gonna come to your touch as soon as you started making out.
And that’s exactly what you did. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he put his hand carefully around your waist. You could tell you both had waited for this moment for a long time. To be honest, you had actually predicted this moment, which made you get some condoms from Daryl on his last run. He definitely looked at you weirdly when you handed him the paper of stuff you needed.
Carl starts moving from your sloppy make out down to your neck, leaving marks all over. You were loving it. You asked if you should both take off your clothes, and he wasted no time. Carl basically rushed to take off your shirt ad you took off his. Once it was done, he was looking directly at your revealed chest and you looking at his. He didn’t a have a six pack, and thank the heavens for that. He was just the perfect amount of slight shown abs and it matched him so swell. His smile grew a bit bigger as he observed your chest and he started sucking and softly biting around your nipples.
Where the fuck did he learn that from?!
You scratch his back, deepening your nails on his pale skin. You wanted to make sure your mark stayed on his body forever. He made you lay down on your bed and Carl began kissing your torso until where his lips and your pants met. He looked up for approval to take them off. God, his pretty eyes staring with desire at only you, made you go crazy. You gave a nod of approval, and he wasted no time taking them off and throwing them away on the floor, along with your underwear. He observed your hole, and began to explore it by playing around with his fingers. You noticed that he still didn’t take off that grin off his face, you weren’t complaining, in fact, made you as horny as him probably.
“Y/N, do you mind if I enter my fin-“
“Just do it, please!” You didn’t even let him finish the sentence. You were so desperate for his touch, it was driving you mad.
His smile only got bigger to know that you were in need of him, and he inserted his fingers. You gasp, as his long slender fingers explored inside you. You felt your breath getting heavier and heavier as he inserted two more fingers. If you couldn’t handle his fingers, how would you handle whatever monster was hiding in his pants. He suddenly took them out, making you look at him.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I want to do it so bad.” Before you could ask what was it he was talking about, he put his tongue inside you. You twitch in excitement and can’t help but let moans escape your mouth. He is making out with your hole and both parties are enjoying it, he is more than happy to just know that you’re his first and he is yours. Carl stops for a moment, that thought just made him even more trouble than ever. His dick was about to rip through his pants. As he begins to take his pants to revealing a hungry red/pinkish colored dick, basically pulsating to enter you, you remember of your condom.
“Wait, wait!” Carl looks confused at you. “I have a condom! We can’t get another Judith just yet!” You both giggle and he managed to open the condom. He rolls it over his cock , as you take a moment to indulge in the mystery in Carl’s pants. It looked perfect for you, a match made in hell. You gave a slight slime at Carl as he looks up at you, daringly.
“Are you sure it’ll fit?” Carl question as he positions his tip to your entrance.
“We’ll make it fit, Carl, we both desire it.” You gave a reassuring statement. It was enough to make Carl loose his control.
Carl thrust into you, and as you are prepared to moan, he starts making out with you to keep the noise down. He just wanted to keep the monas to himself. He lets you adjusts and when you have calmed down, he starts moving again. With every thrust, you feel both your bodies connecting more and more.
“Carl, f-faster!” You start begging.
“Fuck, Y/N… You’re about to crush me with your walls. Are you sure you can handle me?” You nod and he grabs your hips. “Alright then, you asked for it.”
His speed rapidly increased and so did the intensity of every thrust. His hands felt gentle on your skin, moving along with your body structure. You can feel his dick inside you, twitching and you hear him whimper your name, the faster he goes.
“I think I’m gonna c-“
“Me too, baby, me too…” You can tell he’s out of breath, but he still makes effort to make you feel good. You feel as one of his hands travels to where your entrance is and starts playing with it. You started whimpering and moaning Carl’s name, louder and louder. He is enjoying seeing you so vulnerable to him.
With few last thrusts, you came at the same time, luckily, the condom didn’t rip inside you, but when taking it out, it made a mess on Carl’s cock. He was still hard somehow, and he was embarrassed at it. As he was about to get up from your bed to not make a mess, you approach your head near his dick.
“Y/N, what are you doin- Nghh!” He quickly stops his sentence as you start licking and sucking his dripping cum out of his dick. He calmly places a hand on your head, and starts bopping up and down. You can tell he’s getting close with the way he pits his head back. Your speed gradually gets higher and when he’s about to to come in your mouth, Carl pushes your head down as deep in your throat as possible. You swallow what ‘surprise’ he left you, as he lays next to your body, catching his breath after your intense first time.
After cleaning up, he tucks you in your bed as he cuddles with you under your cozy blankets.
“So… Does this mean we get to finally be together?” Carl breaks your comfortable silent.
“Well of course, I don’t want anyone to ever take yours kisses or take your attention away from me!” You pretended to be actually upset over that matter, as you snuggled your head onto his chest.
He laughs and pulls you in closer. “I’ll never let that happen. Not Ron, not Mickey, definitely not Enid.”
“Not now or ever.” He kisses your forehead as you both drift off to sleep.
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stxuxrniolochris · 26 days
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fake dating P4 - Chris sturniolo
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slow burn ( i think ), your both seniors(18), also i live in Ireland so idk how American like years in school works so just go with it, use of y/n, half based on to all the boys I’ve loved before but not really, highschool!chris
Summary ~~you both need to get peoples attention but you might just end up catching eachothers~~
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Y/n pov
I walked downstairs to the kitchen still thinking about last night. Was I too harsh? I mean the plan was to get Amelia back, so it’s good that she’s texting him. But why did it make me mad, I shouldn’t care about his dating life. I should’ve never done this whole fake relationship.
I sighed as I sat down at the table scrolling on my phone. A few minutes went by and I heard footsteps coming upstairs. Chris. My stomach flipped thinking about what he was going to say. “Hey” he sighed as he sat down beside me. “Hi.” I said with a half-smile. “So about last night..” he starts. Oh god here it goes. “Sorry I got mad i was just stressed and I took it out on you, I know it’s weird. And I shouldn’t have gotten angry with you.” He says fast like he practiced before he came up. “Chris it’s honestly fine, you can text who you want and that’s none of my business, your my best friend and i was looking out for you, but if u want to text her, that’s ok.” I say half honest.
Chris pov
“Chris it’s honestly fine, you can text who you want and that’s none of my business, your my best friend and i was looking out for you, but if u want to text her, that’s ok.”
Best friend. Why did it feel weird when she called me her best friend. Why did it kind of hurt. I brushed it off and pulled her into a hug. She immediately hugged me back and I heard her sigh a bit. Was she still upset?
“Y/n/n?” I ask pulling away. “Yea?” She asks back. “You mean a lot to me, you know that?” I don’t know why I was getting sappy I just wanted her to know I care. “You mean more to me than you will ever know, love you.” She smiled. Her smile, it always made me feel better. “Love you too.” I smiled back. “So there’s a party tonight, how bout we go and make up for not going yesterday.” She suggests. I smile. “Yea sure.”
~At the party-
Y/n pov
Me and Chris, hand in hand, walk up to the party. We stop at the door and he turns to me. “You ready?” He asks. “Yep.” I say nervous. I knew Ben and Amelia were going to be there and I was a bit scared. He gave my hand a light squeeze as we walked in.
He said hi to a few of his friends and I just awkwardly stood there. I wasn’t used to these parties, they were full of hockey players and cheerleaders. They were more Chris’ scene.
“Hey, y/n.” I turn around at my name being called. Becca. Amelia’s best friend. I smile and walk over. Their whole group was sitting there. “Come sit with us.” Becca beams at me. I sit on a couch opposite Amelia and Becca, beside their other friends. “So Chris Sturniolo?” Becca says not really asking, clearly trying to get stuff out of me for Amelia. “Yup.” I say trying to show confidence. “Have you guys done anything?” I’m a bit taken a back by her straight up wierd question. “What..?” I say confused, before Amelia speaks up for the first time. “Cmon Becca they haven’t done anything.” The balls on her. “Oh yea, and how do you know that Amelia?” I scoff. “Because I know y/n y/l/n and I know Chris Sturniolo, now excuse me i have to go to the bathroom.” She says while standing up. Me and Amelia used to be good friends in like 8th grade before she randomly started hating me and making fun of me. That’s why I hated her so much.
Chris pov
I see y/n talking to Amelia. What the hell. I know they used to be friends but I also know they don’t like each other anymore. I walk to the bathroom to get a break from everything. I’m washing my hands and I hear someone opening the door. “Uh someone’s in here.” I shout over the music, but they continue to come in. Ameila. She smiles as she walks over to me. “Hi Chris.” She says while leaning on the sink. “Hey.” I reply. “Saw you with y/n, I guess I always knew you two had something going on.” She smiles. What is she trying to do. “What do you want Ams.” I sigh. This is what I wanted, but why did it feel weird. “What? I cant just talk to you.” She pouts. “You always can.” I admit. Making her smile. Don’t get me wrong I love her smile, but y/ns is different, y/ns makes me happy. “What’s this?” She questions playing with the hair tie on my wrist. “It’s y/ns.” I say as she takes it off my wrist. “Cmon Amelia give it back.” “Oo full name your serious, but I think I’m gonna keep it for awhile, k?” I sigh. Y/n wears that scrunchie every day. She says a few more unimportant things before walking out.
Y/n pov
Me and Chris are walking home, since it wasn’t far and didn’t want to bother Matt. “I talked to Amelia tonight.” He speaks up. “Oh yeah, how’d it go.” I ask, looking at him. “Fine, she said that she always knew there something going on between us, but it was ok.” He explains. What did she mean always something going on between us? “Well that’s good, at least you two talked.” I smile. He sigh kind of loud. “What your not happy?” I question. “No- I don’t know, it just felt weird, like I didn’t want to be there. I don’t know why though, I mean that’s what I wanted but- I don’t know.” He said cutting himself off. But what? “She was kind of flirty I guess.” He finishes
We reach his house and walk inside. We talk to Matt and Nick for a bit before heading up to his room. We sit on his bed and put on a movie. “Hey Chris?” “Yea, whatsup?” He replies. I take a deep breath in. “I don’t think we should keep doing this fake dating thing.” I breathe out. His face sort of dropped and he paused the movie. “What why.” He asks with a worried tone. “Well, Amelia got jealous and you talked to her and everything, and I don’t really like Ben that much, so.. it’s kind of worked out so what’s the point of continuing.” I say scared of his reaction, I knew him inside out but we’ve never done this before so i didn’t know what would happen. “No y/n just for a small bit more, it’s only been a couple of days, I need more time.” He says. Why does he want to keep going, he got Amelia to talk to him. “ I don’t know Chris…” I sigh. “Please y/n.”
How do you tell your best friend you can’t keep fake dating him because you’re scared you’ve developed actual feelings for him and don’t want to just fake it anymore. You can’t. So you fake break up with them.
a/n: sorry there’s so much pov changes in this! Also sorry it’s not that long
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Abandonment Issues
Asmodeus x GN!Reader
Hurt/comfort
Warnings: angst, mentions of sex, mentions of hookups, adult language, abandonment anxiety (idk this ones pretty tame for me)
After your first time being intimate with Asmodeus. You fall asleep in each other’s arms. However when he wakes, he finds his bed empty and cold.
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Last night had been a dream, like nothing Asmodeus had every experienced before. Sure he’s had sex more times than he’s cared to keep track of, but nothing compared to making love to you. Everything you did was so carful and slow and most importantly full of love. When you looked into his eyes and saw him truly for who his is it was almost over whelming. Never had anyone loved him like you.
After a very long night you had fallen asleep in each other’s arms whispering words of love until you both drifted off to sleep. Asmodeus feeling a peace and warmth he hadn’t felt since the fall.
However the lack of your weight in his bed and your warmth against his body had awoken him. Asmodeus patted around his bed searching for you. The panicked realization that you had left set in as he sat up frantically searching for any sign of you in his dark room.
But you were no where to be found.
You left him
Asmodeus hugged his knees to his chest. His bed feeling bigger and emptier than ever. Truthfully he was used to waking up alone, his usual hook ups sneaking off in the middle of the night to avoid Lucifer. But you? How could you leave him?
Was that all he was to you? An easy fuck you could just get up and leave? Was the love in your eyes just a lie?
Tears burned Asmo’s eyes. He fell back against the bed curling up on his side as he grabbed your pillow, desperate to hold on to any fraction of your scent left on it. A few stray tear quickly turned to violent ugly sobs. Asmo let him self cry in to the pillow his body shaking as he called out you name.
“Asmo!?”
Asmo snapped up turning to the sound of your voice.
There you were in his bathroom doorway. The light of the room behind you lighting your silhouette like an Angel descending from the heavens.
“Mc?” He called out to you in disbelief, that if he rubbed the tears from his eyes you would be gone.
You rushed to his side, wasting no time pulling your love into your arms. “Asmo dear, what’s wrong?” You cooed running you fingers gently through his hair.
Asmo melted into your embrace, taking in your smell and warmth. “I thought you left me.” He said, he voice ruff from crying.
“I’m so sorry love, I just went to the bathroom. I didn’t mean to upset you.” You reassured him, pressing kisses to his tear stained cheeks.
Oh
Asmodeus felt foolish. You weren’t even gone that long, maybe several minutes? He must’ve woken up right after you left the bed, panicking without even thinking.
He couldn’t help but laugh at himself, wiping the last of his tears. “I’m sorry Mc, I hope I didn’t worry you too much. I guess I’m just used to people leaving after they’ve gotten what they want from me.”
“Oh Asmo,” you held his face so his eyes met your gaze. “I’m not here for some hook up, I love you and all I want is your love.”
Fresh tear pooled in Asmo’s amber eyes, “I love you, please don’t ever leave me.”
“I won’t, I promise.” You seal your promise with a kiss.
Asmo wraped his arms around you deepening the kiss as if you could disappear at any moment.
Eventually you both had to pull apart for air, but Asmo still held you close.
“I’m not going anywhere MoMo,” you reassure him again.
“I know,” he answered before yawning, the need to sleep settling back in.
“Here dear,” you lead him to lay on your chest, as you both snuggle back into bed. “Don’t want to miss anymore beauty sleep.”
Asmo relaxed into you, eyes growing heavy once again. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Next time you’ll be sure to leave the bathroom door open, just incase.
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jcbbby · 1 year
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oooooh buddy. yikes yikes yikes. okay, this is my first just straight up smut fic. this is NOT my usual thing at all, so like…this may be absolute garbage??? I’m sorry in advance lmaoooo. this is also like, SO LONG I feel like, because I just literally don’t know how to get the fuck to the point and I just keep writing? lol side note, this is for those who have ever needed to get railed in a sun dress. ;)
If you’re not comfortable with this type of fic, please don’t read! I still love you either way! <3
Warnings: 18+ only MINORS LOOK AWAY, rpf but in an alternate universe, age gap (reader is like 19, Jamie is 34), p in v sex, unprotected sex (do not try at home, kids), oral (female receiving), obvious major power dynamic issue lol, kinda a slow burn? Idk what I’m doing
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It was a warm and humid late May Friday afternoon. You walked through the courtyard, tossing your hair up into a loose bun to get it off your neck in this heat. You dressed for the temperature, wearing a short yellow sun dress with spaghetti straps, complete with strappy sandals showing off your pedicured toes. You were ready for your week-long stay in the Florida Keys, a cliché but nevertheless exciting college summer vacation. Your first year of college was ending, and the only thing that stood in your way of you and your friends’ trip was your final exam for Professor Bower’s class.
Truth be told, you were a little disappointed to be finishing his class, even though it was just a standard required English literature course. You often found yourself absentmindedly staring up at him as he sat on the edge of his desk, a pen tucked with soft blonde locks behind his ear, leading a group discussion on the assigned reading. His high cheek bones, chiseled jaw, pale blue eyes, the wrinkles that would form in the corner of his eyes as he smiled at wonderfully thought-out opinions and analyses from the students, his charming British accent.
There was that one time he leaned in close at your desk to look over your work, feeling the warmth of his body radiate against you, his cologne lingering for a few moments after walking away. How he said your name when calling on you to answer a question. How you would drift off into a daydream wondering how your name would sound leaving his lips in a much more intimate setting… You spent the whole semester in his class feeling a yearning deep in your core. You were going to milk today’s time in his classroom as long as you could. Perhaps you had also worn the outfit you had chosen for more than just the heat wave, hoping to catch his attention just once before parting ways.
The campus was quieter than usual, with many students having already finished their exams and left for the summer. You had some time before your exam and decided to stop by the café on campus for a coffee and last minute study session. After being handed your drink, you went to take a seat on one of the couches and took out your notebook, scanning over the pages of notes.
“Ah, a little cramming session?” A familiar voice said in front of you.
You looked up from being buried in the pages to see him, Professor Bower. He was dressed much more casual than usual. In a pair of black jeans with a white t-shirt and a black blazer over it.
You smiled. “Oh…well, you know. Couldn’t hurt, right?” He looked incredible; you loved this more laid back look on him. Not that he didn’t look great in a tie as well. “You look like you’re ready for summer vacation.”
He looked down at his outfit and back up to you with a chuckle. “Yeah, I figured I’d tone it down for this last day, maybe help everyone relax for the exam… you look like you’re in summer vacation mode as well. You look…very nice.” He looked you up and down, lingering a little longer than you expected somewhere below your eyeline.
You blushed and felt butterflies in your abdomen. “Oh um…thank you. I-I’m heading south after this.” You cursed yourself in your head for saying it like an innuendo.
“You don’t say, how fun.” He grinned. “Well, I better go get everything printed. I’ll see you in class. Good luck on the exam, Y/N.”
You nodded with a meek smile as he turned and headed off in the other direction. All you could think about were his eyes on you, how you would have loved to see what his hands would have done, and how tightly your thighs were squeezing together.
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The classroom was dead silent during the exam, except for the scribbling of pens and pencils across pages. Jamie was sitting at his desk at the front of the room, glancing over his macbook every so often at the room. You found it hard to focus after your encounter earlier, looking up frequently to gaze at him. On a few occasions, he caught you, your eyes meeting for a brief second before you frantically and embarrassingly looked back down at the exam. He would smirk to himself as you felt your cheeks grow hot. You’re blowing it, you thought to yourself.
One by one, each of your classmates brought their finished exams up to the front, with Jamie quietly telling each of them to have a good summer.
“30 minutes left, guys.” He announced to the few of you remaining.
He looked directly at you, holding your gaze for what felt like an eternity before going back to his work on his laptop. You looked back down at your exam, now furiously writing, worried that you wouldn’t finish because of your distracted mind. Not only were you embarrassing yourself in front of the hot professor, but you would also fail his class. Before you knew it, it was just you and Jamie left in the classroom. You glanced to the clock, swallowing hard.
“Time’s up, love.” He said from his desk.
You sighed, gathering your belongings and making your way to the front. You handed your packet to him. “I uh…I didn’t finish. I’m sorry…”
Jamie tutted as he reached for the papers. “Even with that last minute study session?”
“I guess I was…a little distracted…” You shifted on your feet.
“Distracted?” Jamie leaned back in his chair. “Anything you’d want to talk about?” The look in his eyes felt ravenous, like they were reeling you in as prey.
“I don’t know…” You started as he stood up and began walking around to the front of the desk. You felt your breathing get heavier and a sudden wave of confidence washed over you. “I-I uh…kept thinking about how good you look in that blazer…”
Jamie let out a soft chuckle as he came to sit on the front of his desk like usual. “Is that so?”
You turned slightly to face him. “And…how good you’ve looked all semester...how I’ve been hoping you’d notice me…” Your entire body was electrified, being this close to him, desperately wanting his hands on you.
Jamie smirked, taking your arm and guiding you in between his slightly spread legs. Your breath hitched. His hands rested at your hips, sending aching pulses straight to your pussy.
“Darling, I’ve noticed. You always wearing those short skirts, twirling your pen in your mouth in class, not even knowing you’re driving me wild…but we both know I can’t get involved like that with a student…as much as I want to…” His voice was low, you felt his hands start to caress your hips and move towards your ass.
“But I’m technically not your student anymore…the exam is over, I’m done with your class.” You put your hands on his chest, leaning into him, feeling his chest rise and fall with more force. You craned your neck up at him.
He snorted a laugh. “You know I meant as a university student here in general…fuck, you look so good in this dress though.” His hand now resides firmly on your ass.
You began tracing circles with your finger on his chest, looking up at him with your best doe eyes. “I won’t tell if you don’t tell…” You whispered, pressing yourself into him, feeling him harden beneath you.
Jamie groaned quietly with a slight chuckle. “Oh, you’re gonna be the death of me....fuck it.”
He hungrily pressed his lips into yours, both of you immediately softly moaning into the other’s mouth, overwhelmed with want. You move your hands from his chest, wrapping them around his neck. His tongue greedily asked for entrance at your lips, which you wasted no time allowing it in, twirling yours with his. A semester’s worth of desire was erupting inside you, finally coming to fruition.
As you both clumsily tried to get more of each other’s mouths, Jamie’s hands planted firmly on the underside of your thighs, lifting you up against him. Your legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he spun around, sitting you down on his desk, never once breaking contact. He slid the blazer off over his shoulders, tossing it on to his chair behind the desk. You didn’t know he had tattoos. He had always worn blazers or long sleeve button ups. It was a welcomed surprise, you always had a weak spot for tattoos.
You pulled back from him, allowing you both to catch your breath. “You wanna fuck me right here on your desk?” You asked playfully.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you on this desk from day one.” He smirked, placing another kiss on your cheek before turning away.
He slipped over to the door, twisting the lock with a click. You were already so wet with anticipation, but you were still relatively new to sex, and suddenly felt a pang of apprehension creep in. You weren’t a virgin, but you weren’t exactly experienced. Aside from a less than notable prom night at a motel, you hadn’t seen much action. But this was a man, a probably very experienced man, and you were worried about impressing him.
Turning back from the door, he paused just for a moment, taking note of your changed body language. “Hey, you okay? You know, we can stop here if you want.” He walked back to you, standing between your legs, placing a hand on your outer thigh.
“No, no I’m fine. I want this. I want you…I just…I’ve only had sex once.” You looked away, embarrassed.
Jamie chuckled. “Oh, darling…” He cooed as he brought his hand to your cheek. “You can trust me. I can go as easy as you want.” His gentle care turned you on even more.
You brought your hand to his on your cheek and pulled it down, pressing it to your aching heat between your thighs, looking up at him with glassy eyes. “What if…I don’t want you to go easy.” You whispered. “How about you teach me something new, professor…”
His eyes went from where you placed his hand, and back up to your eyes. “Shit…you’re so wet.” He breathed; you felt his fingers lightly moving against your clothed cunt. “You sure you want this?”
“Mhm...god, I want you.” You nodded, staring at his lips, hoping his fingers would find their way under the barrier separating them from where you needed them.
Jamie crashed his lips into yours, as you clamored your hands over his shoulders and arms, hoping to pull him closer. His hand remained between your legs, teasing you with pressure that just wasn’t enough. You brought one hand down to his emerging bulge, caressing him through his jeans. A soft moan came from his throat as he rocked his hips slightly, before pulling away from you and taking your hand off of him. You looked confused.
“No, no. Your hands stay above both our waists, got it? Now, lie back.” He smirked.
You did as he said, slowly lowering yourself back on to the desk, keeping eye contact with Jamie. He remained between your legs, a hand on either thigh. He slowly pushed his hands up toward your hips, bringing the bottom hem of your dress up with them, exposing your light blue panties that were splotched with your excitement. He smiled to himself seeing how turned on you were for him. He glanced up at you, just scanning one more time for any sense of hesitation, before hooking his fingers around the band of them, and sliding them down your legs.
He tucked them into his back pocket, bending over you, meeting your lips again. He nipped at your bottom lip, as he reached back down, tracing a finger lightly over your slit. Your hips bucked upward, begging for more stimulation. Jamie smirked against your lips as he took his finger to your clit and began tracing tight circles. He moved his lips from yours down to your neck, biting and suckling, no doubt leaving marks that would take a few days to fade. You squirmed under his touch, aching for even more.
“Professor Bower…” you moaned.
“Call me Jamie, love.” He said against your neck.
“Jaaamiee…” You moaned again.
“Fuck, I love the sound of that.” He groaned, removing his finger from your bundle of nerves, a whimper leaving your mouth at the loss of contact.
He pushed you slightly backward, giving him the right angle now to place a delicate kiss on your thigh. He smirked up at you briefly before then moving planting his mouth on to your eager cunt. His tongue worked euphoric circles on your clit, not wasting any time also plunging a finger inside you. You gasped, grinding your hips down into his face, tensing yourself, your hands automatically tangling themselves up in his hair. Suddenly, he stopped.
“Hey. What did I say? Hands above the waist, or I won’t touch you anymore.” He said sharply.
“But…it feels so good…I can’t.” You say, catching your breath.
“Well then I guess we’re done here.” He started to stand up.
“No! Please…please keep touching me. I’ll be good.” You bit your lip.
Jamie smiled devilishly as he sank back down to his position. “That’s my good girl.”
He returned to working on you with his tongue, pumping in and out with his finger. You tried to stifle your increasing moans, not wanting to draw attention to yourselves. Jamie moaned into your pulsating heat, causing vibration, and sending shockwaves through your core. You gripped the edges of the desk, trying to follow Jamie’s rule, writhing under him. You bucked your hips up as he slipped in a second finger, pumping rhythmically as he swirled his tongue.
“Shit…shit I-..” You breathed.
“You’re doing so well, baby. That’s it. I’ve got you.” Jamie pressed a hand to your lower abdomen, increasing the growing pressure in your belly.
Without thinking, you grabbed his hand, gripping it tightly as you squirmed, feeling your release building. He smiled against you at this innocent and intimate gesture, intertwining his fingers with yours, still suckling your sensitive bud. He curled his fingers upward inside you in a beckoning motion.
“Jamie, fuck, I-…I’m gonna…”
"Yes, love. Go on, cum for me. Cum just for me." Jamie kissed and nibbled on your inner thigh.
You felt your orgasm crash over you. Your legs quivered as your head fell back in ecstasy. He caressed your hand in his with his thumb as he kept rubbing your clit with his other, helping you ride out your high. He came back up to your lips as you came down in a haze, tasting yourself as he kissed you.
“You still with me, love?” He asked chuckling, pulling you to sit upward again.
“Yeah…no one’s ever gone down on me before. You’ve set the bar really high, though.” You panted, buzzing all over.
“Good.” He smirked, leaning into kiss you again.
You couldn’t wait any longer, you needed him. All of him. Right then. You brought your hands up to his belt, eagerly undoing it as he smiled against your lips. He assisted in removing the belt and pushing his jeans down, his cock springing out over the band of his boxers as he pulled them down. He spit into his hand and wrapped around his cock, stroking himself a few times as he stared at you, taking you all in with his eyes before he had his way.
"I need you...I need you right now, Jamie. Please." The words poured out of your mouth, dripping in lust.
Jamie chuckled. "So desperate for me...you're so good for me."
He lined himself up with your waiting cunt, still seated on the edge of the desk. Slowly, he pushed himself in. Your breath hitching as his width stretched your walls, and he let out a moan as he bottomed out. He kissed and bit at your lips as he paused a moment for you to adjust to him, before starting an even and pace of slow, deep thrusting.
“God, I’ve thought of this while I’ve fucked my hand so many times…shit. You feel so good around me, baby.” He said in a gruff voice before burying his face into your neck, his teeth looking to leave more bruises.
“Me too.” You whispered. “Mmm, fuck me, Jamie.”
“Mmm, say that again, love. Say my fucking name.” He groaned, thrusting deeper.
“Mmmm, oh god, please fuck me, Jamie.” You moaned into his ear, your hands sliding through his hair, gripping his blonde hair tight as your eyes closed.
In a swift motion, Jamie pushed you down on your back again, pulling your legs up into his arms. His pace quickened, thrusting hard and fast into you from this angle. With your legs open and held up like this, he was hitting exactly where you needed it. He was fucking you like he wanted you to never forget it, and you knew you never would; you could never after this.
“You’re my fucking girl.” He grunted. “Say it.” He delivered a hard smack to the side of your ass cheek, with your legs still on either side of him. You let out a yelp as his large hand made contact with your soft skin.
“I’m your girl.” You panted. “I’m your girl, Jamie.”
He continued pounding into you. Both of you had long since given up trying to stifle yourselves. You reached down to your clit, circling it with your fingers, looking Jamie directly in the eye. He smiled wickedly with a chuckle as he watched you touch yourself while he fucked you. You felt him twitch inside you, being driven wild at the sight before him.
“Fuck, baby...that’s so sexy…I don’t think I can last much longer.” He gripped your thighs tight in his hands. “Where do you want it?” He asked.
“Inside.” You moaned. “I have an IUD. I want to feel you cum in me.” You arched your back, feeling a second high approaching.
“Okay. Fuuuck. I-…I’m-“
He reached his released, throwing his head back with a string of expletives. You felt his warm, thick seed spill into you, sending you over the edge at the sensation. You clenched around his cock, your body quivering with pleasure. As you both came down from the euphoria, Jamie’s pumping stopped and he stayed still, not yet pulling out of you. He let your legs fall and pulled you back up towards him, his hand sliding up into your hair, while his other hand rested on the small of your back. He placed a delicate kiss on your lips, pulling back as your sweaty foreheads rested together while you both caught your breath.
“Well, I think you passed the exam.” Jamie chuckled.
You laughed. “I’ve always been a bit of a teacher’s pet, hm?”
He slowly pulled out of you, reaching over to a roll of paper towels kept near the whiteboard to help with cleanup of the mess you had both made of yourselves and the desk.
“So… I’m teaching a poetry class next semester.” Jamie began as you finished straightening yourselves and the room up. “If you’re interested in any further extracurricular activities...” He winked.
“You know, I just might switch to being an English major. I suddenly really love literature classes.”
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t-h-i-n-g · 2 years
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idk if i asked but
can u write a fanfic of Max just getting out the hospital but is blind and the reader is her big strong gf who goes to work all day and goes home to take care of Max to find her stuck on the floor while Max's mom is passed out drunk so reader kicks Max's mom out and takes care of max, always telling her she loves her and taking her everywhere she goes from then on?
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a/n: i missed a little part in your request i hope thats okay. it's like the tines tbit and it's practically still there BUT I DON"T WANT TO SPOIL. i hope you still like it :))))
word count: 2k
summary: after your shift at the local market you head over to max's to get out of the heat. but what you find there was nowhere near what you were expecting.
warnings: basically everything in the request, light swearing, if i missed any let me know!!
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Sweat dripped off your nose as the sun’s burning rays shined down onto your face. Huffing breaths escaped you, while your legs were peddling. The market's vest would have blown off way behind you by now if it wasn't for the sweat that made it to cling to your front. Thank god Max lived only a 10 minute bike ride to her place from your work. You don’t think you could do the half an hour one to yours without a water break. Maybe wearing a long sleeve and jeans wasn't the best option of the day. But it was 60 when you left the house. How were you supposed to know that it was going to get up in the 90s by the time your shift ended. 
The air conditioner in the back was so nice. And the fact your job was to only unload the new produce and other foods back there didn’t really give you the hint either. You muttered cuss words to yourself quietly as the bumping gravel made your jeans rub feverishly against your skin. It was almost certain that you’d get a rash.
Max would for sure have some of your clothes at her house you could snag back. You didn’t care what it was. The basketball shorts and oversized tee you left there accidentally at your last movie night. Or even the swimsuit that was a size too small from the beginning of spring break. It didn’t matter. All you wanted to do was get these sticky, smelly clothes off of you. 
Your legs subconsciously went faster as the trailer park came into sight. The bike's tire smoothed across the rocks and grass. A cloud passed over much to your relief and you used the rest of your new found passion to hurry the hell up.
Your shoulders heaved up and down in an animated motion when you slowed down to a stop. Hunching over the handles you took a much needed couple of deep breaths.
“You good over there, L/n?” A familiar voice called from the right of you. Turning your head you caught sight of Eddie. A hose in his hand. His van drenched as suds were flowing into the grass. Eddie himself was in a white muscle-tee and some shorts. His pale skin blinding you more than the sun.
“Yeah, remind me to never wear jeans in the middle of August ever again,” you voiced back, getting up to place your kickstand. You took a couple steps closer to him while he took in your miserable state. Shuffling awkwardly as your workers vest even had sweat shown through it. The little plastic name tag with a smiley face pin on it didn’t look too smiley contrasted to your glum expression. He let out a couple chuckles in amusement.
“Lessons were learned though not?” he asked. His lip curled up in the corner slightly. You rolled your eyes, kicking off your shoes and pulling off your socks. Tossing them to the side. You were not in the mood for his teasing behavior. You stood with legs shoulder width apart as your arms spread out, eyes closed.
“Just spray me. Give me some sort of relief,” you practically begged. The sound of bike chains were heard behind you as Eddie gave you a generous douse of water. The clothes clung to your skin. Wiping the water from your eyes you turned to see the new visitors.
“Woah, didn’t know we had tickets to the gun show,” Lucas whistled. You let out a snort, snagging your shoes and socks from the ground, waving to Mike, Dustin, and Will on your way across the street.
“Thanks, Ed,” you called over your shoulder.
“Anytime.” Walking around to the back you took down a towel from the clothes line. Patting yourself down to get some of the water off. Then grabbing another one to wipe down the floors later. Approaching the deck you walked up the steps and noted the blinds were down. It didn’t raise your suspicion till you tried to open the slide screen door. It didn’t budge. 
A little odd for the fact Max knew you were coming over when you called her around two. She said she would leave the it unlocked.
You tapped a finger on the window. Waiting for a response, your brows furrowed when you didn’t get one. Trying once again you still got nothing. Going down the stairs you shoved a hand into your pocket. Pulling out a couple keys and fishing through them. Finding the one marked with an M and clung to it. 
You entered the front again. Glancing at the boys who were now soaked head to toe. Dustin had a pretty epic beard going on with the bubbly soap.
“Back so soon?” Mike called in your direction. His own body was covered in suds. Waving a hand in dismissal you went up to the front door. Knocking once more just in case.
“Max?” you yelled, knocking a little louder. The boys watched you with expressions of light confusion on their faces. You let out a huff of frustration before deciding to just unlock the door yourself, worry slowly building in your veins. Once the door was free you went to call again but stopped short, body freezing up. 
The sight of Susan passed out on the couch, a hand falling near to the floor. However the line of vision from her hand led to a rolled away glass bottle of Jack Daniels and next to it was an unmoving Max. Your eyes widened and your body lurched into action. You fell to your knees, carefully maneuvering Max to face you. A visible red mark that was slowly turning into a jumbled mess of colors laid on her forehead. Tapping her cheek lightly you tried to receive some sort of response.
“Max, Max. Hey, c’mon.” Your hand moved to her neck. Checking for a pulse. As the throb of her heart met your fingertips an incoherent mumble passed her lips. A relieved sigh passed your lips. “Max, can you hear me?” A groan filled the quiet living space. You waited anxiously for to come to her senses. Slowly her cloudy eyes appeared behind their lids. Her hand slowly went to your cheek. Her thumb crossed your cheekbone.
“Y-Y/n?” She went to sit up but you carefully ushered her back down.
“It’s me. Just slow down for a sec. Let me-” You looked around the room before snagging a fallen pillow. You carefully pulled up her head and slid it under it. Once settled on the cushion, she moved a hand to the now prominent bruise. Wincing as she touched. You scanned her body, checking if there were any other marks. Not seeing anything major you went back to her face. Cupping her cheek lightly examining the injury.
“I don’t know what happened,” she spoke in a hushed voice. Placing her hand over yours. “I just remember you called. And I went to unlock the back but then... I-I must have slipped on something.” Your body went still. The realization of it all sinking in. You looked at the empty glass bottle, following the trail to the unconscious mother of year sprawled out across the couch. Without thinking you stood. Max’s hand clung to your briefly. “Where are you doing?” You didn’t answer as she called your name. Gabbing the pillow that Susan was currently drooling on you ranked it from under her. She jolted awake when her head hit the hard arm of the couch. A groan left her as she cradled her head.
“What the hell?” she mumbled, looking up at you with furrowed brows. Before looking down again as the sun’s rays beamed into her eyes. Her headache multiplied. “What are you-” You crouched down to her level, hands on your knees.
“It’s not fun hitting your head is it?” you questioned in a sarcastic tone. Still not fully coherent, she scanned the room in confusion. Eyes landing on Max who was slowly sitting up. The bump present as day. Susan went to call out to her in concern but you stopped her. “Maybe if you weren’t so wasted off your ass you’d realize your own daughter was passed out on the floor.” Susan's face scrunched up.
“Are you blaming this on me?” she asked in a rather offended voice. You scoffed.
“For the fact that there's just a convenient empty bottle of Jack just lying on the floor and you smell worse than the pub two blocks down? Yeah you just might have to take the blame,” you stated, pushing her to get up. She scrambled around, trying to gain traction on her feet while you practically hauled her to the door.
“What are you doing?” she all but yelled. 
“Maybe this will give you a reality check to be an actual mom.” You pulled her out of the house, shoving her to the ground. She once again winced when she rounghy hit the soil. “I’ll let you back in when you’ll be some actual help.” 
“This is my home. You can’t just kick me out of it.”
“I actually can and did.” You gave her a tight lipped smile before slamming the door and locking it. Huffing out a sigh you turned around to face Max. Only to meet with the sight of her wobbling to her feet. “Hey, stop,” you commanded gently, reaching her side. You took her arm and placed it over your shoulder then took yours under her knees and shoulders.
“What the hell just happened?” she questioned. She felt your shrug.
“I took out the trash.” Max’s brows furrowed.
“Did you just call my mom trash?” A soft chuckle passed her lips when you hummed in response, nudging her door open in the process. You placed her carefully on the mattress, laying her head on a pillow gently. You brushed a couple of stray hairs behind her ear. Frowning at the sight of her now purple mark.
“She needs to realize she needs to take care of you when you need it. And not be passed out almost daily from drinking. That should just be common sense but apparently not.” She bit her lip anxiously.
“I don’t need to be taken care of. I’m not some helpless little girl, y’know.” You hummed once more.
“I know but with everything that’s happened. You need a shoulder for support. It’s not the same anymore, Max. It’s alright to admit that you need help cause you do need it. That doesn’t mean you're weak. It means that you yourself know what your limits are and are strong enough to know when you need a little boost.” You sighed when you didn’t get a response. Stretching to your full height. “I’m gonna find an ice pack,” you murmured. You exited the room, turning to the kitchen and moving to open the freezer. Once getting the goods you headed back. Snagging a rag from a cabinet and wrapping the ice pack with it. You sat on the side of the bed, placing the object onto her lightly. She hissed through her teeth. Silence settled over the two of you.
“I know I need help,” she spoke softly. “It just sucks feeling helpless all the time and knowing I can’t do anything about it. I never thought that one day everything I ever cared for I would never be able to see again. I can’t see the sun or the stars. I can’t see you or the party or Steve's stupid hair. All I can see and will know for the rest of my life is fog. An endless void of fog.”
“You’re not helpless Max. You went through hell and back to get where you are now. I know it sucks losing your best key part to navigate, but I promise the people around you that care and are so happy that you are still here would be more than happy to help lead you through that fog.” You took her hand in your empty one. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“Thanks, Y/n.”
“Anytime, honey.” Silence once again swept over you before she broke it again.
“Can I ask you something?” 
“Ofcourse,” you responded. A light smile grew on her face.
“Why are you wet? I noticed it when you picked me up. You're almost soaked.” You let out a breathy laugh.
“Eddie gave me a hose down.”
“Eddie gave you a hoe down?”
“No! A hose down!”
“Jeez, I was about to say…”
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infrunami 🦋 - yang jeongin
synopsis. jeongin has been pining over a girl in his class for years now. until he realizes that the true love of his life was always right in front of him.
cw : hurt/angst, non idol!collegejeongin x fem!collegereader, unrequited feelings, mutual pining (eventually), slow burn!, jealousy, cursing, eventual fluff, hurt feelings, reader is referred to as JJ (cs why not)
wc : idk like 1k
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once Christopher clarified that the "party" his friends were throwing was more of a simple get together, you continued the conversation which ended in you giving him your phone number. thanking him for the party invite, you finally went your separate ways.
you weren't quite in the mood to go back to your apartment so you ultimately decided to wander around. which is how you ended up half way across campus with no real clue how to get back to your apartment. despite this being your third year attending this college, you hated to admit that you didn't really know your way around this part of campus.
for half a second, you considered calling jeongin to come find you. sure, he wouldn't really be much help since he himself had never been to this part of the campus but the company would've been nice. or would it? granted he would probably talk about soojin the entire time. you huffed in frustration, not knowing if any of your other friends were awake now.
you continued walking around in an attempt to find any student near by and ask for help. it was as though the higher ups heard your prayers when you saw a student walking in your direction with his bag slung over his shoulder. he was pretty, for sure. he had brown curly hair that was splayed over his face with the chubbiest cheeks you'd ever seen. his eyes looked like they held a story, being both comforting and inviting yet striking and intimidating. you felt as though you'd turn to stone if you stared into his eyes too long. he was wearing a red hoodie with a heart on it and a pair of beige cargo pants.
as he began to walk past you, you extended your arm to stop him. "excuse me?" your hand landed on his forearm and you felt his body tense before he looked up at you with a confused look. "yeah?" he stops with furrowed brows and a tilted head. "do you know how to get to the North Hall from here?" your eyes were filled with desperation and hope and his gaze softened. "yeah" he nodded, "do.. do you want me to walk you there?" he took your grin as a yes and began walking back in the direction he had just came from.
after a few moments of silence, you attempted to break the ice. "I'm JJ" he looked up at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "im JJ" you grin. he nods again, "so, if you don't mind me asking, how did you end up all the way by the Old Main Hall?" he tilts his head, confusion plastered on his face. you hang your head down in embarrassment, "I got lost" you mutter
"how did you get lost?"
you look up at him to respond and he's clearly stifling a laugh. "don't laugh at me!" you groan, playfully hitting him. "I'm sorry, im sorry. please tell me, how did you get lost?" he clears his throat. "well, I was at the campus cafe with a friend and when I left, I started walking around campus and I got lost. I've never been to this side before"
"I don't blame you, it's pretty common for freshmen to get lost around here. the campus is pretty big." he shrugs.
freshman? he thought you were a freshman? "im not a freshman. im a junior" you shake your head in embarrassment. this time he didn't bother try to hide his laughter. "a junior? so this is your third year here and you've never been to the Old Main Building?" he raises both eyebrows, chortling.
your face turned a bright shade of red and you pressed your lips into a line. "stop laughing!!" you groan again. "my classes and my apartment have always been on the other side of the campus; near the North Building so I've never been over here. and plus this campus is huge!! how have you never gotten lost before?" you look at him incredulously.
"I have gotten lost, but that was when I was a freshman or sophomore, but not as a junior" he cackles, eyes bulging out of his head.
"so that means you're a junior?"
"yeah, I double major in music composition and ethnomusicology"
eth.. ethno..
"ethnomusicology. I can see the gears turning in your head.." he chuckles, "it's the study of music and its social and cultural contexts. and music composition is exactly what it sounds like, composing music."
"that's fascinating. I've never heard of ethnomusicology. how long have you been interested in music?"
he shrugs, "I'm not surprised, people don't frequently explore the course. I think I've been interested in music my whole life; when I was younger, I lived in Malaysia but when I moved, I became really infatuated with rap. although, the raps I wrote when I was 13 were not for the public." he grimaced, smiling sheepishly as he scratched the back of his neck similarly to how Jeongin does.
fuck, you were supposed to forget about Jeongin.
you watched in awe as he rambled about something he was passionate about. the way his body language changed as he spoke about something he cared so much about; his posture changed, he began talking with hand gestures, his cheeks puffed up as he filled them with air when he breathed between words. or maybe that was just the psychology major in you.
"I'm actually also a producer. my friends and I are in a music group.. or more of a music trio. it's called --"
"3RACHA?" you tilt your head.
he furrows his eyebrows and turns to face you, "y-yeah. how'd you know?" his eyes widen
"my.. friend, Christopher. he told me about you guys. the three of you are really talented" you were hesitant to refer to Christopher as your friend. not because you didn't want to, but because you'd only met him yesterday. could you be considered friends?
“christopher..” he mutters before an imaginary lightbulb goes off above his head, “oh, Chan!” he exclaims, grinning a toothy smile at the mention of his best friend. you nod softly, “why were you so hesitant to call him your friend?”
“i don’t know. i only met him yesterday and we hung out this morning but i’m not sure if he considers me a friend.”
“knowing Chan, he probably does consider you a friend. he’s nice to everyone but he really only hangs out with people he likes.” the two of you fell back into a silence but a comfortable one? you realized that both Jisung and Christopher had a way of making you feel comfortable, even if you’d only met them. you also noticed that at time Jisung would fall quiet. he’d talk a bunch, either about himself or his major, then immediately stop. you didn’t mind it much though; you were the same way.
you remained in the silence, neither one of you bothering to make small talk as you walked along the concrete path of your college campus in the cool November breeze. when you realized you were nearing the North Hall which was just across the street from your off campus apartment, you turned to Jisung, thanking him for his help and saying your goodbyes as you began crossing the street to your apartment building.
you liked him. he reminded you a lot of yourself.
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a/n : omg guys im alive!! this is sort of a filler? I just wanted to introduce hanji but I've already started the next chapter and im pretty excited 🥴
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Redacted Couples/Partners I Think of When I Listen to Certain Songs
CW: Angst, Blake, Adam, Quinn, Mentions of Imperium
There's fluff and romance but it comes with the price of angst, read at your own risk!
This is fueled by my feelings so there's a chance you'll think certain songs don't fit this couple which is fine! Also, there will be couples that aren't included because the vibes weren't there with them and the listed songs :(
• James and his spouse
Look After You by The Fray
THIS IS THEM. I looked up at the lyrics, listened to the song, and all I can think about is them.
• David and Angel
THIS IS ALSO THEM
• Milo and Sweetheart
THIS. IS. ALSO. THEM.
Special Mention: ⋆ Sam and Darlin' = the line: You've begun to feel like home ⋆ Vincent and Lovely
Die First by Nessa Barrett
• Gavin and Freelancer [both in canon(?) and Imperium] • Sam and Darlin' • Avior and Starlight • Blake and Bestie
i mean, Blake's reveal + the lyrics
Special Mentions: ⋆ David and Angel = mainly because of the Inversion, Gabe's and his mate's death; i can see how this song could be for them too but i'm not getting all of the feels nor are all the boxes checked (there's much more fitting song for them imo) ⋆ David and Asher = the Inversion More Than A Promise audio is haunting my mind ; can also be for their Imperium counterparts ⋆ Geordi and Cutie
Kiss My Scars by August Royal
• Asher and Baaabe / Imperium!Asher and Imperium!David
this song is 1000000% asher and babe's though i included the imperium counterparts because i imagine it'd be imp!david kissing imp!asher's scars on the other side of the mirror
• David and Angel
talking about different kind of scars
• Sam and Darlin' • Damien and Huxley • Milo and Sweetheart • Gavin and Freelancer Special Mentions: ⋆ Aaron and Smartass ⋆ Avior and Starlight
Old Boyfriends by Philipp Vo
• David and Angel
my mind immediately went to the jealous audio. listening to the song got me thinking of David brooding and sulking, looking all scary. but deep inside he's just worried of losing Angel, thinking if it's something he did (and if it was, how could he do better?), because they're definitely his last one (song reference wink wonk) and he wants to be theirs.
Far Away by Nickelback
• Flyboi!Ivan and Baby • Geordi and Cutie
EVERYTHING ABOUT THE SONG GOT ME SCREAMING FOR BOTH OF THEM CUZ THIS IS THEM. also Geordi and Cutie update when
• Blake and Bestie • James and his spouse
it's the "please don't leave me" for me, your Honor. also, THIS IS THEM THE FIRST FEW LINES THE CHORUS THE VERSES THE LYRICS THE "I forgive you for being away for far too long. So keep breathing 'cause I'm not leaving you anymore" PLEASE LET JAMES AND HIS SPOUSE BE HAPPY, ALIVE, AND TOGETHER
The Reminder by Chris James
• Milo and Sweetheart • David and Angel • Damien and Huxley Special Mention: ⋆ Gavin and Freelancer
Hush by Ari Abdul
• Yandere!Ivan and Baby 2.0 • Regulus and his listener (Mine)
i have a headcanon that his listener is called 'Mine' that solidified in my brain after his last audio
• Adam and Lovely • Quinn and Darlin' • Vega and Warden
You and Me by Lifehouse
• Milo and Sweetheart
and can't keep their hands off from each other wink wonk. but on a more sappy note, this had me thinking of their conversation about marriage and being mates
• Sam and Darlin'
Slow Dancing in a Burning Room by John Mayer
• Imperium!Damien and Imperium!Angel
just, listen to it. then try to tell me you're not thinking about these two.
Comfortable by Lauv
• Blake and Bestie • Gavin and Freelancer Special Mention: ⋆ Aaron and Smartass = the vibe is there just cuz of the confrontation audio
Push My Luck by The Chainsmokers
• David and Angel • Gavin and Freelancer Special Mentions: ⋆ Elliot and Sunshine = idk why this made me think about them ⋆ Milo and Sweetheart ⋆ Guy and Honey = the chorus just reminded me of their springback valentine '23 audio
Everybody Wants You by Johnny Orlando
• Gavin and Freelancer
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Stray kids fanfic ot8 series part eleven
Slow burn
WC: 3.3k (3,392)
There are pov switches, female reader, use of y/n, nicknames
Warnings: Mentions of food
Summery: Chan comes up with a plan and to keep it a secret Hyunjin takes you out on a spa date
Chapter Eleven “Hyunjin’s Date”
Chan’s pov-
Y/n was asleep in my arms like always but I still could not sleep. I hate knowing that she felt alone. I could see the hurt behind her eyes when she talked about it. It is too bad there is nothing I can do about it. Or is there. I softly turned a little to reach for my phone, careful not to wake up y/n. I went into the groupchat with all the guys but not with y/n and started typing .
Thursday 9:41 am
Hannie🐿️: Idk bro y/n gives amazing head
Minnie🐶: Jisung shut the fuck up
Hannie🐿️: Whatever you're just jealous
Minnie🐶: Just hurry up I want to get to the studio
Hannie🐿️: Okay okay i’m coming
Binnie🐰: With both of you just get here already
Minnie🐶: Yeah I was just setting up our little I.N. with y/n
Chan🐺: Ooo do tell
Minnie🐶: Well since you need me at the studio I can't go to the fair with Innie so I asked y/n to go with him
Innie🦊: And she said yes
Chan🐺: Of course she would say yes why wouldn't she
Innie🦊: I don't know it was still nerve wracking though
Minnie🐶: You will be fine, also Jisung and I are on our way to the studio now
Binnie🐰: Finally
Thursday 10:37 pm
Chan🐺: Guys I want to ask you something
Min🐱: What is it?
Jinnie🥟: Very ominous of you but go ahead
Chan🐺: Okay so you know how we have that extra room we use as storage?
Min🐱: Obviously, come on Channie get on with it
Binnie🐰: I agree you're really dragging this out
Chan🐺: Assholes
Chan🐺: Anyways, y/n was telling me that she had to stop by her apartment today because she needed some stuff but she felt really alone without us, so I was thinking since she stays here anyways and since she is going to be working with us soon we could redecorate it and move some of her things in for her so she can stay here but feel like she has a place to call her own to do whatever and she would have her things.
Hannie🐿️: That's so cute Chan
Lixie🐥: Awe she would love that
Innie🦊: She would she did seem off when she came back to the dorm
Chan🐺: Okay yay so what I was thinking is one of you could distract her while the rest of us work on it tomorrow
Jinnie🥟: I call dibs, I want to take her on a date after my stunt this week
Minnie🐶: But I want to take her out
Chan🐺: You both can but I think Hyunjin should take her out, Seungmin I am going to need your help keeping everyone else on track
Minnie🐶: Fine but I want to plan something for saturday with her
Chan🐺: That's fine, you can but I need you tomorrow
Minnie🐶: oaky Channie
Jinnie🥟: Yaayyy!!!
Now knowing that I could help y/n I put my phone down and I was able to sleep.
Y/n’s pov-
I woke up to Chan and I wrapped around each other. He was already awake and on his phone quietly, I looked over at him and he just gave me the warmest smile.
“Good morning doll.”
“Good morning Channie.” I said, curling into his side more. “Do you have any plans for the day?” I asked him.
“Yeah I actually have to go to the studio later sadly.” He said looking at me
“Oh okay.” I said, smiling at him.
I wish I could spend more time with him but because he is the leader he has a lot of responsibilities and I do not want to get in the way.
“Why don't we go see the rest of the boys?” He said pulling me into him.
“Okay, yeah lets go.” I said before getting up.
Chan followed after me, also getting out of bed and walked with me to the kitchen with his hand around my waist. When we entered the kitchen everyone was already in there but we all still had on our pajamas.
“Good morning.” I said to the room filled with everyone.
“Good morning jagiya.” Jisung said.
“Good morning sunshine.” Felix said after.
The whole room followed by greeting Chan and I. Suddenly Hyunjin comes over standing on my side opposite of Chan. He just had on a long bathrobe and his hair was down looking slightly messy like he just used his fingers to comb through it.
“Hey pretty, I still feel bad about the other morning.” Hyunjin said from beside me.
“Jinnie, I already told you it is okay.” I said, giving him a smile.
“I know, I know but can I take you out today to make up for it?” He asked, giving me puppy dog eyes.
I looked over at Chan and he gave me a slight nod while squeezing my waist that he was still holding to tell me it was okay.
“Yes Hyunjin, I would love that.” I said, giving him a peck on the cheek.
Once again all eyes were on us as everyone smiled.
“Perfect, go get ready and I will do the same. Dress comfortably.” Hyunjin said before disappearing to his room.
I nodded at him letting out a hum so he would know I understood and then I gave Chan a kiss before going back to his room to get ready. I took a shower first just to wash my body. When I got out of the shower I braided my hair loosely and then did some light makeup. I went to my designated drawers and picked out a pair of black leggings and a black tank top. I then put a cream colored sweater over it and just put on my black converse. I paired it with my everyday jewelry and left the room. When I entered the kitchen everyone was still there just talking among themselves and Hyunjin was by Felix’s side now dressed as well. He and Chan were the first two to notice my presence looking over at me. Hyunjin was wearing a pair of deep gray jeans and a black sweater.
“You dress comfortably and still look amazing pretty.” Hyunjin said, looking at me.
“He is not wrong.” Lee Know chimed in.
“Thank you.” I said blushing slightly.
Hyunjin came back over to me taking my hand before leaching a chast kiss on it.
“Well we are off. Don't wait up.” He said winking before basically dragging me out of the dorms.
He led me out of the building and into the car. He told the driver where to go and then brought his attention back to me.
“How are you feeling?” He asked me.
“I am good Jinnie, I am excited to see what we do today.”
“You will love it. First we are getting breakfast though.” He said smiling.
He grabbed onto my hand tight and cuddled into my side cleansing his head on my shoulder. I obviously knew Hyunjin was sweet but he has never been like this with me. He was always very forward and flirty so it was cute to see this side of him. He stayed cuddled into my side humming as we drove. When we arrived he got out first and took my hand. He brought me to a little coffee shop.
“Come on pretty.” Hyunjin said, pulling me into his side as we entered.
We both studied the menu for a moment before he looked at me.
“Do you know what you would like?” He asked.
“Yeah, a coffee and a bagel.”
“Okay perfect, I will order, go pick out a seat.” He said releasing me from his hold.
I nodded before turning around to find a place to sit. There were a few places to sit seeing as the majority of people were taking their orders to go. I decided it was best to be safe and I chose the table all the way at the back in a dark corner. I sat there patiently waiting until Hyunjin arrived.
“Here you go pretty.” He said placing my food and drink in front of me.
“Thank you.” I said smiling. “I hope this seat is okay, I know you guys have to be private about your life, especially if you're with me.”
“It is perfect, and honestly I should care but I don't. So what, if anyone asks I am getting to know my new makeup artist is that a crime.” He said in a flat tone clearly meaning that he does not care.
“I appreciate it but I do not want any of you getting in any trouble over me.” I said reaching across to hold his hands in mine. “Don't worry Jinnie, I understand it okay?”
“Yeah, thank you. How did we get so lucky? Your understanding, caring, kind, beautiful, and overall amazing.”
“Thank you Jinnie, but you guys have done so much for me as well you're all amazing and caring and just everything about you I adore.” I said, giving his hand a little squeeze.
“Thank you pretty. Let's eat, I have something else planned after this too.” He said, smiling brightly.
“Okay, thank you.” I said smiling as well letting go of his hands.
We both ate our food and took our coffee with us on the drive to the next place. Once again I was holding Hyunjin’s hand while he rested his head on my shoulder. This ride was a bit longer as I took in the scenery passing by us. Soon the car came to a stop and Hyunjin got out first again. He took my hand and led me inside. He walked up to the receptionist and gave her his name for the appointment and she disappeared into one of the back rooms.
“Ready pretty?”
“Yeah, but what should I be ready for?”
“Its a spa”
“Awe Jinnie, this is amazing. Thank you.” I said hugging him.
The receptionist came back a few moments later.
“Right this way.” She said, leading us into the room she was just in.
When I walked in I could see it was equipped with everything you could need to have an amazing spa day. Two massage tables, two wash bowls, a nail station. It was perfect.
“You may change into these robes and then our masseuses will be in shortly.” The receptionist said motioning to whe robes on the tables.
She left the room and I went over to Hyunjin and gave him a hug.
“Thank you Jinnie.” I said with my head in his chest.
“Anything for you, pretty.” He said bringing me in tighter before he released me and started looking around. “Hey, do you want me to turn around so you can change?” He asked, clearly concerned about making me uncomfortable.
“I am okay with it if you are.” I said, giving him a smile.
“Okay, y-yeah.”
I started undressing, happy that I wore a cute matching pair of underwear. I had on a black lace bralette and matching panties. I took off my shirt first and Hyunnin was staring at my chest but I did not mind. Next I slowly took off my leggings bending down to get them over my ankles. When I looked up Hyunjin was still looking at me. He came over and approached me eagerly, placing one of his hands on my cheek and the other on the small of my back connecting our lips instantly. He was so intense with it but I soon melted into the kiss until he started moving down my jaw onto my neck.
“You're…so…beautiful.” He said between each kiss down my throat.
“Thank you, but Hyun we need to get our robes on, they could be here any minute.” I said breathless.
“You're right. You're just so addicting.” He said leaving one last peck on my lips before breaking away.
I put on my robe and looked over at Hyunjin who had started undressing. He pulled off his sweater revealing his body to me. He was toned, they all were considering the fact they were idols, a piece of information that keeps slipping my mind. His arms were toned, not too big like Changbin’s but still muscular. He had abs but they didn't look too hard. I could still imagine laying my head on his stomach comfortably. I could feel myself blush but he paid me no mind and started to undo his belt. He pulled down his jeans and folded them, putting them aside. I could see the outline of him. He was a little longer than Jisung and decently thick but slimmer than Chan, what I would give to just have him right here and now but that wasn't possible. He kept his black boxers on now looking at my face, my eyes trained on his lower half.
“Like what you see pretty?” He asked smoothly, making me look up at him.
“Oh I definitely do.” I said now looking at his lips.
“Too bad we don't have time to indulge in your wandering thoughts. Like you said our masseuses could be here any minute.” He said putting the robe on.
He tied the robe around his waist and stalked over to me, giving me another tender kiss. He pulled away and adjusted himself before lying down on his table. I did the same following his lead now laying on my stomach. We both turned our heads to face each other. Hyunjin reached over, stroking my cheek with his thumb. After a moment we heard a knock at our door.
“Come in.” Hyunjin spoke as he retracted his hand and placed it back under his head.
With that two masseuses entered, both being female. They introduced themselves before explaining the services. They both started by taking some oil in their hands, warming them up before starting to work on our calves. I didn't realize how much I needed this until it started. After properly massaging our calves they asked us to remove our robes while they left the room. Hyunjin and I both stood and took our robes off and he gave me another quick kiss before laying back down. The masseuses entered the room once again starting on our shoulders this time. They worked out every muscle down to our lower backs. Every once and a while they would break apart a knot just right leading me to let out a sound. They finished us off by going over everything with lotion and then they left to allow us to put our robes back on before our facials.
“You make some pretty noises.” Hyunjin said as he stood up. “However, I already knew that. I didn't forget about Chan’s little show with you.” He said laughing now.
I started to feel embarrassed but then I looked at him and he was hard so I decided to retaliate. “Well it looks like you enjoyed it.” I said motioning to the problem in his boxers.
“You're a brat. Minho and Seungmin are going to love you.” He said laughing once more.
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“They like to put brats into their place, don't worry pretty I am sure you will love it.” He said as he put his robe on.
“I am sure I will.” I said giving him a wink before also putting my robe on.
We laid down once again but on our backs this time. Once again there was a knock but this time it was two different people that entered. Both being females once again. They explained they were estheticians who would be doing our facials today. They started by whipping our faces with a cleanser to remove any dirt or makeup. They double cleansed us, the second one being a fone. After that they exfoliated our skin and removed it once again. They then used this tool that zapped us slightly to tighten our skin before using these cooling wands. They waxed us and then applied moisturizer. They explained that our hairdressers would be next and arriving soon. Hyunjin and I sat up and he came over to sit next to me on my little bed.
“So what do you think so far?” he asked, taking my hand and playing with it in his.
“This is amazing Jinnie, I didn't know how much I needed this until they started. Thank you.”
“Of course pretty, anything for you.”
The hairdressers walked in next. They asked if we wanted anything specific and we agreed on some hair masks and a scalp massage. They brought us over to the sinks as they started to wash our hair and give us our scalp massages. They applied the hair masks and said they would be back soon. As they left two other people entered. They were nail techs and asked us what colors we would want. Hyunjin went with his classic black nail polish and I chose a nude with a french tip. They started with a pedicure and foot massage. As they were painting our toes the hairdressers came back in to wash out the hair masks. The hairdressers and nail techs finished at the same time. They brought us over to the styling chairs and started drying our hair as the nail techs started doing our manicures. The nail artist finished first leaving as the hairdressers were styling our hair. Hyunjin just asked for product while they curled my hair. Hyunjin was done first and I was finished soon after. They left the room as we thanked them for their services.
“Wow, I feel like royalty.” I said laughing slightly.
“Well it is what you deserve.” Hyunjin said, walking over to me placing a hand on each side of my waist.
“Thank you.” I said leaning to kiss him.
We stayed like that a moment, allowing him to explore my mouth before he broke away.
“Let's get dressed so we can go get something to eat. It's getting pretty late.” He said handing me my clothes.
We got dressed and left the room. Hyunjin had paid before the appointment but still left them a generous tip. We walked out to the car and got in. He gave the driver instructions to bring us to dinner. He refused to tell me where. This time I rested my head on his shoulders. I felt so relaxed and cared for I almost felt like I could sleep. Before I could get too comfortable we pulled up to a small sushi restaurant. Hyunjin took my hand, leading me inside and asking for a table in the back.
“I am sor-” He started.
“Stop, I already know but you don't have to be sorry, I understand, plus it's more intimate when we don't have to worry about other people. Trust me I am fine with it.” I haid giving him a smile and a slight squeeze to his hand.
“You're so amazing.” He said before following the host.
We sat down and looked at the menu. Hyunjin had decided to order a few different kinds of sushi and I did not complain. He didn't let go of my hand once while we talked at ate. When we were done I tried to pay but he refused to let me. We walked back into the car and once again my head was on his shoulder. This time however I did fall asleep. When we got back to the dorm Hyjin woke me up softly.
“Y/n, pretty, we are here.” He whispered as he stroked my hair.
I started to stir awake and looked at him and he got out taking my hand.
“Thank you for today Hyunjin, it was amazing, I am sorry I fell asleep on you.” I said, rubbing my eyes.
“It is okay, let's go upstairs.” He said, leading me inside.
When we entered the dorm it was quiet which was odd. It was late but not that late and it was a Friday. Where was everyone? Hyunjin led me down the hall stopping in front of a door. I had been staying at the dorm but I have never been in this room. I was told it was just storage. Hyunjin suddenly reached for the door and opened it. My eyes instantly lit up when I saw what was inside.
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giadavazquez1963 · 3 months
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!! dr based fic info ༊*·˚
hi guys!! i'm so excited that the wheels are finally turning on this fic!! i'm gonna put some basic info yk oc, love interest, trope, place in the band, etc!! fyi idk how many chapters itll be, and the ending probably wont be based off my fic entirely depending on if i want to write that much yk, but i'll see as i go :) !! it's set in march 1983 when i first shift!! things will be a bit more sped up for plot purposes n bc im impatient here, but sadly i have to be patient in my dr 😒 moving on!!
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!! pov, plot and timeline ༊*·˚
it's in the first person point of view, so for example: "i woke up and went to work" does that make sense? the plot is set in march 1983, well after the move from new york to san francisco with my best friend, dave mustaine.
!! original character info ༊*·˚
name and dob: giana vázquez ┊march 20th, 1963 job: waitress at marco's diner band info: 2nd lead guitarist and vocals in metallica appearance and personality: 5'2, mid-size, black square-ish glasses, dark brown short (but also not?) hair with shaved sides, dark brown eyes, nose hoop and vertical labret piercing, and a gummy-ish smile!! personality is more unfiltered but not mean unless needed, subtly sarcastic, and very kind hearted (not to james).
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!! main people, other original characters, and love interest info ༊*·˚
dave mustaine: childhood best friend, ex boyfriend, and roommate tori hetfield: best friend, james' twin sister, and metallica's manager jasmine prince: best friend, tech support, and co-manager with tori molly brezowski: best friend, coworker, and tech support lars ulrich: best friend (basically platonic soulmate) cliff burton: best friend and professional pancake lover kirk hammett (haven't met yet): best friend and slash: close friend and ex "fling" nikki sixx: close friend and ex boyfriend
!! love interest info ༊*·˚
my love interest is james hetfield (duh), it's a genuine love hate situation. the trope is enemies to lovers, it's a bit of a slow burn in my dr, but for the fic i plan on speeding it up. despite hating each other, we're still friends and bandmates, of course there's subtle and sometimes blunt flirting, but more on his side than mine. hatred aside, it's the kind of "you came?" "you called" kinda thing, he'll say he hates me and i hate him, but it's his room i go to when i wake up from a nightmare, it's him who i sing my songs to, it's me who he comes to when he's stressed beyond his eyeballs, it's me who he comes to for help with a riff or solo. we hate each other publicly, but privately, it's just different but not? the tension has always been there since we met, but it keeps getting thicker as we spend more time together, whether in rehearsal or in our apartments or hanging out together. it doesn't matter what i say, sober or drunk, i do hate his guts. but when all is said and done, he's there.
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i hope this was a well explained intro post and i'm so excited to get to writing :))
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I’m watching tiktok and everyone is like so sure about mike rejecting will that i’m thinking of not opening the app till i see season 4.
Why would they make Will like Mike if he doesn’t reciprocate his feelings? It makes no sense. Just to make Will suffer?
The way Mike looks at him. The way Mike stayed with him when he was sick/possessed. The way they went crazy together and Mike was the one who said that. How he held Will’s hand. How he looked at his lips multiple times. The ending scene where they are both smiling. “It’s the best things I’ve ever done”.
Everyone is so sure Will likes Mike but they don’t seem to think Mike likes Will, why? I don’t understand. This boy is IN LOVE with Will and has always been, it’s just a slow burn.
“Mike isn’t going to randomly break up with El to go with Will” pls we know. What do you think we think will happen? That Mike goes in the first season and kisses Will? That he will admit his feelings at the start? NO 😭
“Why have they been developing Melvin for 3 seasons if it isn’t endgame?” Development? You call THAT development? They kissed only after a week of knowing each other, and people seem to forget why Mike wanted El to stay. (because she said she saw will and knew where he was.) If you call a childish argument “development” then idk what to tell you, you’re not going to understand anything I say.
Also, Finn looks MUCH MORE interested when talking about Will/Byler (the video with David, Winona and Caleb) than he does when the interviewers ask him about M!leven, he seems bored of the ship and actually seems like he doesn’t like it.
With all the proofs we’ve gotten over the past weeks (interviews, videos…) Think whatever you think but don’t go posting things saying “pls byler is stupid they’re not even gay” when we’ve literally got proof.
Sorry, I got mad over a toxic girl.
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brionysea · 11 months
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https://www.tumblr.com/foodiewithdahoodie/716996704083361792 this post is more about familial mlvn parallels but it made me think of the max/Mike curse parallels, esp considering that what’s happening to Max after the fact is a vision and I’m like….kind of connecting that to what happened around Mike in season 4 being a manifestation but I Can’t Articulate it. Anywho yeah thought u would enjoy
UMMMM HELLO???? I AM LOOKING DIRECTLY AT IT (x)
i was thinking about what a pre-season 4 mike's vecna visions would look like recently, and that scene with el would literally fit right in. his girlfriend who he cares for but Not Like That trying to pry an answer out of him about why he can't say he loves her? getting defensive and making her cry? having to go against the friends don't lie rule to protect himself? like. i am... hhhh no thoughts just chaos. all you'd have to do is tweak it a bit so that el Inexplicably Knows Everything and hates him for it, being representative of his own negative thoughts towards himself, and it would fit right in with the canon visions from season 4 (mike mouthing off included, because let's be real, he'd do that to vecna's face too). leaving it to play out the way it did plays more into the advantage of a subtle slow burn so that he can't figure out anything's going on too soon, which, if you're going to mess with mike wheeler's head, you need because he's just too smart
california was kind of a nightmare scenario for mike before anything even went "wrong". he had to pretend to be someone he's not, somehow try to be normal with both el and will in the same place, and then el gets hurt and it's kind of his fault ("if you say so" before the music gets turned off and el gets knocked down, which still makes me lose my MIND), then the fight with will, and el schmacking a bully after the boys were unable to track her down fast enough to prevent that and all the drama afterwards... dude's not having a good time. he had no power there, which is the fastest way to get to him, as seen by his rambling about how useless he is and the clear impact that sense of powerlessness (very ironic) has on his mental state. and i'm staring so hard at how weird everything at rinkomania (rink of madness) was, and how disconnected our three characters' perspectives seem to be from each other, and how mike looked confused by will's version (aka our version) of events but was too busy trying to run away from that confrontation of having to vocalise his own feelings to even clarify what he was confused by or what his version of events looked like, which brings what they're both experiencing into question (mike not even looking in will's direction when he rolled his eyes but somehow seeing it anyway — what else aren't they showing us about mike's version by hiding behind will's?). there are those behind the scene photos floating around of noah schnapp at rinkomania in will's desert outfit. idk, i don't trust that place at all
when it comes to season 4 being a manifestation, it's like... this is just my interpretation, but it's pretty clear to me that the curse would be mike's excuse to literally face his demons. it was the Main Event. even when he was shipped away from hawkins and separated from that plot device, he was still trying to sort everything out in his head, which would've ironically been much easier for him to do if he was in a situation like max's — he gives me "only i'm allowed to hate myself, if anyone else does it i'm throwing hands" vibes. but mike still had some influence over things going on in lenora (like the aforementioned "if you say so" demonstrated by angela just ceasing to matter at all after mike called her a nobody) and in the general... area, idk american geography, like suzie's house and the pen with the coordinates and wherever the nina bunker was. i haven't thought about how argyle and the pizza chain plays into this but they might be manifested too (something about the restaurant expanding into nevada and how impressively wide mike's range is —there's no way that russian prison's real — and argyle as like the one person in season 4 just telling someone to "not lie"). el says "i'm real" at the very end of the season when she's with max, which makes me question if she went from "not real" to "real" during her season 4 side plot instead of in season 3. it would make sense since she really starts heading into her independence era once she leaves brenner behind and most likely after the end of season drama with mike, and max and dustin's similar journeys from an Idea of independence (while still circling mike/the party) to Acting on that independence (dustin getting his own side plot after breaking away from the party and max talking about free will while going against mike's wishes) seem to span 2 seasons as well
it's fascinating to me that even with mike as the lynchpin to all this, the main event doesn't follow him. it stays in hawkins. it's not even like the curse is a thing, and the curse also follows mike. it leaves him alone, even with the symptoms that did follow him. it (supposedly) never goes past a nosebleed at dinner and a headache at suzie's house. is that because he's made a mental connection between all his inner angst and his hometown (the smalltown boy agenda), or is it just a result of trying to sideline himself because he thinks he's unimportant? is it because there's no point in opening a gate with his death if he's all the way across the country? wouldn't that be better for vecna's plans of remaking the world? is he just not as willing to put the byers (including el) at risk as he is the hawkins NPCs? or was he actually losing his mind all season and we just didn't know because his perspective was cut off from us?
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