#also the way they describe all of this really makes it sound like he has a lil crush and its so sweet šššššš
āļø sliiightly late but would love to hear your thoughts on Tom King (I get the impression youāre not a fan? - ive only read one book of his (heroes in crisis) and a couple issues of mr miracle but I always see people talking about how great some of his books are)
Lol I am indeed not a fan. BUCKLE UP, FRIEND.
So two things about Tom King that give him such a good reputation outside of fandom circles: one, he is regularly paired with some of the best artists in the industry, which means his books look incredible. I mean, just astonishingly beautiful all around.
And two, he is very good at including certain signifiers that indicate "this is a prestige comic." It's hard for me to describe it - it's an "I know it when I see it" kind of thing - but there are certain ways of writing and laying out a comic that signal seriousness, intelligence, boundary-pushing. Art with a capital A.
The easiest example I can give is the nine-panel grid, which is exactly what it sounds like: a page of three panels by three panels, all the same size. This is associated with older comics (like, Golden and Silver Age) because it's so simple, but also it's very very associated with Watchmen. So now when people trot it out there's an element of "Look at me! I'm just like Alan Moore!"
Tom King looooves the nine panel grid. He uses it a ton in Mister Miracle (Kirby used it a lot so this kind of makes sense) and Heroes in Crisis, especially for the therapy sessions. And there's this thing in the industry where people see a nine panel grid and they're like "Oh! This comic must be Smart." But if you scratch a lot of Tom King's work, it has very little substance beyond a sort of complacent nihilism.
(Geoff Johns also used the nine panel grid to signify that he is An Intellectual Writer now with Three Jokers, which was fucking hilarious. Geoff Johns is the Michael Bay of comics and he was trying to be Wes Anderson. It was embarrassing for him.)
And actually, speaking of Tom King and Watchmen, Heroes in Crisis has a great example of how he's using shorthand instead of, like, building a real story. There's a moment where Clark tells Bruce and Diana that someone anonymously sent all the superheroes' therapy footage to Lois, and they're like "She can't publish it," and Clark's like "She's a journalist. She did it 35 seconds ago."
This is a reference to a very very famous line in Watchmen, when Ozymandias is talking about his plan and then reveals that "I did it 35 minutes ago." But Heroes in Crisis has nothing to do with Watchmen, and Lois's actions (publishing private medical information for no reason) have nothing to do with Ozymandias's (dropping a fake alien squid on New York to end the Cold War; also, sorry for the Watchmen spoilers). It also has zero consequences, either within Heroes in Crisis or in later comics.
That moment serves literally no purpose except for Tom King to tell the reader "I've read Watchmen." Which...is not really much to brag about? I'm pretty sure it's the bestselling graphic novel of all time. Lots of people have read it, dude. The line has no story or character purpose, it's just the equivalent of like...teenage boys quoting Rick and Morty or whatever at each other to signal that they're an in-group. Except pretentious. It's like if teenage boys quoted Proust at each other. (That would actually be amazing.)
And in fact - and this is my big beef with King - the line actually harms the story, because it's wildly out of character for Lois (and Clark, who fully supports her decision here). Why on earth would Lois publish the private medical information of dozens of people, many of whom are her husband's friends, or even her friends and in some cases family? It's not newsworthy, it's deeply unethical, and she doesn't know who her source is. It makes zero sense that she would publish it, and equally zero sense that Perry would allow her to - they're the Daily Planet, not fucking TMZ. But she does it...so that Clark can paraphrase Watchmen. Okay???
And that's the big problem with King. He has no knowledge or understanding of the vast majority of characters that he writes, nor does he care to learn. He is a fundamentally ignorant and lazy writer. Heroes in Crisis really exposes this, because it uses so many characters, and he gets so many of them wrong, and it's so clear that he like...Googled shit with no context.
Like, take Kyle Rayner. King has him praying in Spanish, and like...okay, sure, Kyle's dad is Mexican. Except Kyle didn't know that until he was well into his twenties! He literally had no idea that his father was Mexican or that he himself was Latino until he was an adult, and while he does canonically speak a second language in the comics, it's Irish. In both HiC and Omega Men, King writes Kyle as devoutly Catholic, when Kyle has never been shown to be religious in any other comic. King just went "Oh his dad's Mexican, he must be Catholic and fluent in Spanish." Now, I'm not saying we shouldn't have comics where Kyle engages with his Mexican heritage, but this is just a stereotype.
King also has this trick where he goes back to a character's debut issue and does a close reading of it to inform his writing, and everyone congratulates him on his deep cut...but he reads nothing else about the character. In Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow, the only Supergirl comic he references out of 63 years of canon is her first appearance, which is all of 8 pages long. Way to dig deep in that research, champ.
His book Danger Street was touted as celebrating the obscure characters of the DCU, but it was really just utilizing this trick to the max, because it was all about characters from a comic from the 70s called 1st Issue Special, which was dedicated to trying out new characters and concepts, so it was a whole bunch of debuts. I only skimmed part of Danger Street while researching something else, so I can't claim an in-depth reading, but one of those 1st Issue Special characters was the blue Starman, Mikaal Thomas. King uses that 1st Issue Special debut issue and literally none of Mikaal's other appearances to inform his writing. And you might say, well, okay, that's an obscure character so who cares? But Mikaal is a historically significant character who was half of DC's first on-page gay kiss in a mainstream comic, and you can't even tell from King's take on him that he's queer, because surprise surprise, his queerness wasn't in his 1976 debut but was a later development. And everything Mikaal does doesn't have to center his sexuality first and foremost, but it would have been nice if it seemed like King was even aware of it.
King also doesn't understand, like...really simple themes. I thought Mister Miracle was really good when I read the first issue...and then the story kept going, and I was like "Ohhhh he doesn't understand the point of the Fourth World at all." And the Fourth World is, like...the least subtle Kirby ever was, and Kirby was never subtle. Anyway Scott Free is a hero and Orion is also a hero, and if you don't understand that basic fact and how it is the central theme of the Fourth World - that given the chance, good will always be stronger than evil - you need to go back to remedial comics school.
AND FINALLY (lol sorry), all of his comics are just...miserable. They're about terrible people being terrible to each other. Which...is fine, I guess? But it's not why I personally come to superhero comics.
So yeah: I don't like King's work because he doesn't actually know what he's talking about, he doesn't do any substantive research, and he's so cavalier with the characters that he's been given temporary charge of that even DC has made almost all of his writing out-of-continuity after the fact. And the fact that the comics establishment treats him like he's some kind of genius makes me want to scream.
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Heya! Love your writings. I feel like I'm going insane whenever I read your HCs I just- Aaah! I'm getting sidetracked.
Can I see your personal take on how HEARTSTEEL boys would take compliments? Imagining Kayn trying to play it off but then the second he gets alone he's jumping around and- Getting side tracked again. Sorry. LOL
Hiya there Anonnie! Iām so glad youāre enjoying my stuff!! I hope insanity in this case is a positive lmao. Happy to drag some of you along with me in my brain rot! š¤£ But you ABSOLUTELY can have my personal take on this. I LOVE this idea! Thank you for requesting it! š
How Heartsteel Handles Compliments
Inspiration: Requested
Genre: Headcanons
Type: FLUFFFF
Gender: Gender Neutral Reader!
TW: Swearing. Slight discussion of HS Ez and HS Kayn past which includes low self-esteem.
Extra: So obviously below Iām going to go more in depth for each member, but as a generalization, I think Aphelios and Yone would react similarly, KāSante and Sett would react similarly, and then (double trouble) Ezreal and Kayn would react similarly when it comes to getting compliments.
Aphelios
Aphelios is interesting for this. I think in general his reactions to compliments depends on a couple factors. 1. Who is complimenting him? 2. What is the compliment about? (Either him personally/his personality or his work, his outfit, etc.)
If the compliment is from someone else (besides you or Heartsteel) about his work, heāll give a soft smile and say/sign āthank youā to the person. He really puts a lot of love into his music so if people recognize that, then that makes him happy for sure! If the compliment comes from someone else but itās about him specifically, heād be shy about it.
Now with the other Heartsteel members and Alune, he knows them. Phel is comfortable with them. So compliments from them donāt phase him too much. Heāll thank them quickly. But even though he knows you and is comfortable with you (I mean youāre his significant other), youāre unique.
Compliments from you are a different story. He really loves it when you compliment him. When you compliment something personal about him? It makes him so happy he nearly short circuits. And it might sound a bit weird but with you he doesnāt express his appreciation verbally.
You will notice his actions express his appreciation instead. Like Aphelios will hold your hand more frequently. Or you notice his cuddles/hugs get a little tighter, his kisses more passionate. That sort of thing. A special sort of non-verbal appreciation and affection for the special person in his life.
Ezreal
Ohhhhhh my goodness. Ezreal needs compliments like someone needs water to survive a desert. Critically. Words of affirmation is his receiving love language, after all.
Not to mention his rougher history in the music industry. When his album got panned, it really shattered his confidence, especially since he was younger. So while he seems like heās very confident and such, really a lot of that is a mask over some very deep-seeded insecurities. In reality, he puts a lot of value on compliments and how heās perceived by other people.
Ezreal would d respond to other peopleās compliments with that lovely cheeky grin he has. I think heād want to play it off like āYou like my outfit? Thanks! I gotta put my best foot forward for my fans, you know? Itās what they deserve!ā Itās hard to describe what exactly that energy is. Self assured might be the best way to put it. (But you know the truth.)
And I think thatās also what energy heād use early on in your relationship. He wants to seem cool for you. But I donāt think it would take too long for you to see the real him. Once he opens up and shows you that insecurity and vulnerability heās hiding deep down, thatās when you know youāve really earned his trust.
So at that point, please give Ez all the compliments you want to at all times. He loves it. Heāll be even more affectionate with you as thanks and will always be happy to compliment you in return. And while he eventually gets a little more used to compliments from the public, I donāt think heāll ever get used receiving compliments from you. They help him more than youāll ever know.
Kayn
(A/N: Anon I really like and agree with the direction you headed in your request, though I think thereās some added nuance to it which I will talk about below!)
With the general public/your relationship early on Kayn would play things cool until heās alone. He has an image to maintain damnit. Heās the ārebelā remember?
But with you? As things progress and your relationship becomes more established, you see a remarkable shift in Kayn when it comes to how he accepts praise/compliments. At least with you/in private.
Part of the reason he brushed off compliments early on was due to inner insecurities after being kicked out of his old group. Not to mention people who were just shmoozing up to him to use him/his fame (fucking social climbers). But as he realizes youāre sincere when you compliment him, you love Shieda Kayn and not just Kayn the rockstar, and youāre not going anywhere, well itās like a switch is flipped!
Now he needs/wants compliments from you like he needs air to breathe. And heās far more open about accepting them. Heāll even ask you to elaborate on what you mean. š āI mean I know Iām sexy, baby, but why specifically do you think Iām sexy?ā And when you do compliment him, those are the moments when his giving love language of physical touch manifests itself to show his appreciation (use your imaginations).
His receiving love language is words of affirmation. So give him all the compliments you desire. Heāll accept them all! (He still tries to play things cool when heās in public though, thatās just how it be.)
KāSante
The fucking epitome of self-confidence like my god. KāSante knows heās HIM. (As he should because he absolutely is!) His self-confidence is a goal all of us should attempt to go for. (Literally like wow king go the fuck off I fully support this.)
KāSante is definitely one of the members who will play it off the easiest. Not in a way where he makes it seem like itās unappreciated, no no no, definitely not. But rather compliments donāt really fluster him or phase him that much compared to some of the others.
That being said, he still enjoys getting complimented by other people (deep down, donāt we all?), and heāll thank them. He might be self-confident but he wasnāt raised to be a jerk. He appreciates the kindness of others! He might even respond in kind with a compliment for whoever heās talking to! Or if itās you then heāll have like ten compliments ready to fire back at you off the top of his head.
The one area of his life where compliments really fluster KāSante have to do with his designs. He puts a lot of effort into each piece he designs and creates, so for someone to notice and compliment that effort is something he very much appreciates. When he is flustered, youāll notice he has to take a second to gather his thoughts and the right words.
Obviously your opinion means more to him than the opinion of others, so when you do compliment him, watch his smile get wider, watch his posture get a little taller, and watch as his energy gets even brighter and more infectious for those around him.
Sett
Similar to KāSante, Sett knows heās HIM. Heās called āThe Bossā after all. Thatās certainly not a nickname given to just anyone. Whether in the studio or in the ring, Sett knows heās the man and 98% of the time he doesnāt care about anyone elseās opinion or approval.
So because of that, again heās one of the ones who will play off most compliments fairly easily. Heās not super flustered by them, though he appreciates them. And because Ma is the best and raised him with fucking manners, he of course, will always thank the person who complimented him for their kind words.
But now itās time to focus on the 2% of the time he does care. Iām sure this comes as no shock, but there are only two peopleās opinions he reeeeeally cares about. Yours and Maās. The two most important people in his life. When the two of you compliment him on something, this giant, confident, usually composed man actually gets a little flustered! Especially when those compliments come from you.
Sett really doesnāt seem like a blusher when it comes to other people, but when you compliment him on something innocent, his cheeks immediately turn just the sweetest bit pink as he gets the happiest grin on his face. (His reaction is definitely different when your compliments are regarding moreā¦private matters, but Iām not going to focus on that rn.)
And his EARS. His ears are the biggest telltale sign heās flustered. His ears happily flick back and forth, which is admittedly really cute. Itās just very sweet honestly, seeing how much your opinion means to āThe Boss!ā (He just has such a soft spot for you and I love it.)
Yone
Yone would be in a similar boat to Aphelios. Again it depends on who is complimenting him, what theyāre complimenting him about, and the setting heās being complimented in.
Now Yone is extremely talented at what he does. (We all know this.) And he knows heās talented. Of course he doesnāt let that make him too arrogant or anything. Any compliments he receives on his music, he genuinely appreciates and will he show/express that sincere appreciation to whoever is giving him the compliment. Making music takes a lot of effort and to become respected like him is only a dream for so many other artists. Thatās something he realizes and he is extremely grateful for the fans and everyone else who helped him get to where he is.
Personal compliments heās just a lot more reserved about, especially ones having to do with his appearance. Like he knows heās considered attractive, but honestly the only opinion he cares about regarding his appearance is yours. Anyone else heāll give a soft smile and a āthank you.ā But he wouldnāt blush or anything crazy.
But with YOU???? Any compliment you give him makes his entire day, week, month, etc. And when you compliment him on his appearance (because letās be real how could you not??? That man is so FUCKING FINE) he actually feels pride about how he looks. (AS HE SHOULD.)
Compliments from you make that stoic exterior crack. Yone actually blushes a bit. And your compliments make him smile wider and bring a spring to his step. Compliments from you are what get Yone teased by the other Heartsteel members for reacting just a little bit like a happy puppy at times. (Theyāre in awe of you for having that power.) Thatās your influence over him, honestly, and thatās how much he values your opinion.
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Thank you so much for requesting, Anon! I hope I did your request justice! This was so cute and fun to write! Lmao the way Iād be complimenting them all the time because they deserve it. š
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my therapist really saved meā¦.
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as a bi person, the bisexual flag brings me infinite joy and always puts a smile on my face, however as a person who has a Passion for Graphic Design, that undersaturated shade of purple infuriates me when it's used digitally
like, on an actual flag - which was its original purpose - it looks great!
those look fine! lovely, even! with the semi-transparent fabric, the way it catches the sunlight, it looks beautiful!
but now look at how it looks digitally
the pink and blue are so vibrant compared to the sad, lonely lavender!
and let's look at this statement from Michael Page, the creator of the bi flag:
(sidenote: he created this flag in 1998, so if his takes on bisexuality is different from yours, it's okay to notice that! a lot has changed since the 90s when it comes to lived experiences and the way we describe them. but, it's also important to respect his thoughts about this and the way he presented them, even if today, we'd probably not say that bi people "blend unnoticeably into both the gay/lesbian and straight communities.")
so in pantone colors, the pink is 226 C, the blue is 286 C, and the purple of the flag is 258 C.
but...here's the deal
Michael talks here about how the key to understanding the symbolism is to know that the purple blends into both the pink and blue. and on a physical flag, I think you can see that!
but digitally, it absolutely does not blend. it clashes badly, and looks oddly separate from the other two colors.
which got me wondering...what purple do you get if you actually blend 226 C and 286 C?
oh! oh, my god.
look at that! look at how nicely it fits between those colors!
look at it next to the original color scheme! look at how much more vibrant the purple is!
and friends. this is just blending through rgb! you get even more purple variations when you use other color spaces!
let's compare all of them:
(top: original, lab. middle: lrgb, lch. bottom: rgb, hsl)
look at all of the different purple options you can get just by combining these two colors!
if you want almost too-vibrant saturation, you can go hsl, if you want something more relaxed that's closer to the original, you can go lab or lrgb. and if you want to split the difference, lch is bright and violet, while rgb is there with its saturated but darker purple.
anyway, I guess I don't really have a point here? this isn't so much an informational post as it is Me Getting Weird About Colors, but I think it is a useful lesson about how colors look very different on screens compared to how they look on objects in real life.
and sometimes, I think it's okay to compensate for that.
out of all of these, this is my favorite bi flag:
it's the one where the colors were blended in lab color space. for me, the lighter, softer purple is close enough to the original bi flag purple, while also feeling like a smoother blend of the blue and pink
but that's just me! and it might not even look the same to you, since every screen is different, because technology is a nightmare!
anyway, thank you for coming with me on this colorful journey! I will now retreat back to inkscape and make pained sounds about inkstitch gradients until something tangible pulls me back into reality
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how about when the hyung line is just too big for ur little tight cunt? need the mtl please bcs I think it'll be HOT!
hyung line + cock too big, pussy too little syndrome ā¢
warning: size kink, reader is described as small compared to each member, use of words like: little, tiny, small, tight, kinda dub con.
note: this is not an mtl, it's just a drabble for each hyung line hottie.
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heeseung:
Fuck.
Heeseung knew he was bigger than average but...fuck. When he brought you home from the party he honestly expected you to be able to take it. All of it in one go, really. But no.
Barely half of his cock is in you and you're shaking. Clinging to him with a pained look on your face, taking in deep breaths to adjust only to moan out of pain when he tries to push in a little more.
It's kind of driving him fucking wild. Especially in the way he's used to hearing girls moan and groan about how perfectly sized he is, about how big and painful it can be. You though, you can barely fucking take it, unlike those other girls.
Goddamn.
"Yeah." He starts, looking you straight in your teary eyes as he painfully presses in further. "Gonna open that pussy up for me, aren't you?"
You frantically nod, feeling his cock reach so deep inside of you, feeling his girth nearly tear you apart. It's like with each little push, he hits a wall that should tell him to stop, but he only pushes further. Past the block and penetrating your soft and insanely tense walls.
"Tiny." He grits his teeth, pushing, pushing, pushing until he's stuffed his entire length in you. "So fucking tiny."
ā jay:
"Just a little more," Jay coos at you, rubbing your waist as he slowly presses in. "Hold onto me."
He knows well enough that it doesn't feel good for you. Not yet at least. And when he watches you shake your head, trying hard to breathe through the feeling of his thick and darkened head pushing and prodding you open, he can't help but continue to talk you through it.
"No?" He whispers in his own half-moan, still pressing in, inch by inch. "I'm already almost in baby, you can take it."
He's right about it too, seeing as how you've taken it before. Given, that was only once considering this is only the second time you've hooked up with him.
You're not sure why you called him of all people, remembering how difficult it was to get his full cock inside of you last time and the soreness that came after. Then again, maybe it's because of his consistent texting since that night.
Not even sexting either. Just gentle conversation, interesting conversation. Like maybe this doesn't need to be a hook-up sooner or later. Who knows?
And it continues like this. He presses an inch in, pauses, lets your tight cunt jerk him off, then he tells you to breathe and pushes in another inch.
You're so wet too, he's practically obsessed. Never has a pussy so small taken him in full like this, then again, it's not like he's ever been with someone this tight and this fucking tiny. Obsessed is right. No matter how fucking wet you get for him, it doesn't make the slide any easier, even when you're relaxed, you're still so tight around him.
Just like now, where he can finally move and fuck you without holding himself back. Which is hard to do, mind you. You cling to him through each painful and bruising thrust, and he lets you. Flexing every muscle in his body so you have something to really hold on to.
And god the way you moan through the pain. He would make you cum in an instant, he thinks, with the way you start moving your own hips to match his rhythm.
The wet sound squelching, like music to his ears especially when paired with your needy whines.
"Feels so good, doesn't it baby?"
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sunghoon:
All day. All fucking day Sunghoon could do this if that's what it takes.
Three weeks since you started dating, the first time you had his cock in your hand was also the first time you decided to be afraid to let him fuck you. Something so huge cannot naturally fit inside of you without him blatantly impaling you and probably landing you in the hospital.
But god, does he know how to get you horny. With those pretty fingers offering just not enough to be satisfied. With his tongue swiping perfectly but never being filled to full capacity.
It's the first time you've even considered letting him stick his dick in you, and arguably, you see why you avoided it until now when he finally does start sliding in.
It's not that the thickness hurts, it's just that fact that the fucking slide never stops. You could have sworn he had his whole dick in you ten seconds ago, considering he fucked himself in and out of you a few times before sliding in more.
The reach is deeper than you've ever felt. A sharp pain hitting you right in the center of the gut only for him to manage to push in even further. You swear he's breaking something in you and he isn't even actually fucking you just yet.
"There you go." Sunghoon coos once he finally bottoms out in you, reaching his hand forward to trace his fingers along your lips. "See? You can take it, love."
For just a second, you believed him. But then he started fucking moving. God, you're seeing stars and planets and heaven and hell all in one thrust. He pulls his hips back so far just to slam into you.
He knows it hurts too, but he can't be gentle when you're looking like this. So small lying under him, just fucking taking it.
ā jake:
Jake barely realized you were in pain before he felt your fingernails scratching down his back and you whimpered out a small "take it out."
He pulled back to look at you in shock, rutting his hips back and forth into your swollen and glistening hole. It's only been a few seconds since he pushed in, and it's the first time he's ever been asked to take it out?!
For you though, you were expecting him to take it slow. Not get between your legs and fucking sink into you without so much as letting you adjust to his size before pounding it into your cervix.
He does as he's told though, sliding out just as painfully as he slid in before gripping his cock and holding it just at your entrance.
"What? Why?" He asks, not realizing he had knocked the breath out of himself stuffing such a cock in that tight space.
"You're...big," You look away from him, feeling embarrassed that you really just told him to fucking pull out. "Too big."
Only now does Jake smile, a glint in his eye growing dark and even more aroused than he already was.
"Oh, yeah?" He smiles, teasing your hole with the head of his cock. "You don't think you can take it?" He continues, pressing right back into you and now relishing in that small, tight heat you wish he'd be gentle with.
You shake your head frantically, opening your mouth in a silent sob as he uses you, slamming in and out. In, out, in, out.
"You already are, babe." He grunts, hunching over to attach his lips to your nipple. "Taking it so fucking well too."
You're not sure why that makes you feel proud, but it does.
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Dead on Main AU
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Guys, I'm so sorry. But here's this!
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Danny blinks and he is somewhere else. Heās sitting at a dining room table, surrounded. There are so many people here. Theyāre all talking over each other, some yelling, some laughing. This scene comes as a great surprise to him, who -one blink ago- was trying and failing to do his homework at home in his room. Danny shoots up, his chair making a horrible noise as he pushes it away so fast it tumbles over. Everyone in the room turns to look over at him like heās insane.Ā
āOh my god, who are you people?ā Danny did not mean to say this out loud, but at the sound of his voice he startles. Danny takes a moment to assess, and then, āOh my god who am I?ā Ā He is tall, and big, and this is certainly not his body, what is he wearing.
The boy sitting to the right of Danny, a little shorter than he is, with black hair and blue eyes (though now that heās paying attention that does describe most people in the room),Ā starts chuckling lightly. āUh, Jason? Are you good?āĀ
Danny turns to stare him right in the eyes. āWhat day is it?ā
And he can tell the concern around the table is just ratcheting up every time he opens his stupid mouth.
āDid you hit your head on patrol?ā The voice comes from the only blond and one of the only girls in the room, who's to the left of the person across from him. The person across from him is another boy with black hair and blue eyes who is studying Danny in a way that makes him uncomfortable, that under-a-microscope look that makes you feel like youāre failing at something.
āI have no idea if Jason hit his head.ā Danny says. āI was just trying to remember if it was my birthday.ā
And if he thought the room was busy when he first arrived here it is absolute pandemonium now. Everyone starts shouting and asking questions that he canāt even hear over the shouting. Someone with white hair in a suit just came through a door he didnāt even see earlier to stand by the only person not shouting, who -Danny would guess- is the only other adult in this room, witting at the head of the table. He also has black hair and blue eyes, and where almost everyone elseās reaction was panic, he froze instead. The person across from Danny also isnāt shouting, but the person next to Danny on his right has now fully stood up and looks like he might actually jump across the table to win the argument he ended up in.Ā
āAre you Jasonās soulmate?ā is the main gist of the shouting that Danny can interpret but heās more concerned with actual Jason at the moment. If they switched bodies... Then Jason might be in troubleā¦
āHey, I forget, how long is this body swap supposed to last again?ā Danny asks.
āUntil you and Jason have physical contact. You have to actually meet.ā The boy sitting across from him explains. He seems like one of the only ones that heard Danny talk, everyone else was still shouting.Ā
āOh, that just seems terrible. What if weāre in different countries or something?ā Danny complained. āEveryone in the world is just supposed to be able to drop everything and afford to fly across the world. The universe is really trying to screw people over now. Honestly, am I in a different country? Where even are we right now?ā
āYouāre in Gotham.ā This voice was new, coming from the head of the table to Dannyās right.Ā
āOh no. Nope.ā Danny started backing away from the table, almost tripping on his overturned chair. āAbsolutely not, no, how do I get out of here?ā He starts earnestly looking for a door to get out of this place, but there are three doors he can see and he has no idea where any of them go, and doesnāt this room have any windows? What kind of a room doesnāt have any windows? Do they like to eat in a basement?
āJason- not Jason. Uh, you need to calm down, everything will be fine alright, Weāll get you and Jason introduced no problem.ā Danny swivels to track the voice and itās the one who was sitting next to him, heās walking towards him with his hands up and out in front of him.Ā
āI have to get home.ā Danny breathes.Ā
āWe can get you there, promise. Now, Iām Dick, can you tell me your name?ā
āYour name is Dick? Who named you Dick?ā Danny is so confused heās stopped panicking. āHow old are you for you to go by the name Dick?ā
āOkay, rude.ā Dick sounds like a petulant child so Dannyās estimations for his age are continuously dropping. āIām 24.ā
Danny snorts. āOkay.ā The blond girl starts laughing over at the table. āIām uh, Iām Danny.ā
āNice to meet you. Sort of. Iām Tim.ā The guy from across from him had made it over to stand next to Dick. āThereās a lot of us here today so the one laughing like a hyena is Steph. That one there is Duke.ā African-American, still with black hair but he has brown eyes and waves once introduced. āDamian is the short one next to him, and Cass was sitting across from Dick earlier. Our dad, Jasonās dad-āĀ
āNot my dad!ā Steph interrupted. Tim waves her off.
āEveryone but Steph's dad, is over there, Bruce. Alfred, our butler is the one next to him.ā Alfred gives a slight nod to his head. Bruce is just staring at him.
āSo, names out of the way. You said you wanted to go home, where do you live?ā
āAmity Park.ā
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Eddieās having a strange day.
For once in his life, heās not being treated like absolute shit by all the dumbass jocks of Hawkins High School.
In fact, theyāre not even engaging with him at all. Theyāre looking at him, but theyāre just not saying anything. Even when Eddie pretends to drop his stuff in front of Billy Hargrove, he doesnāt even laugh at him.
And while this should feel like the best day of Eddieās life, he has an underlying feeling that this is all very very wrong.
Then, he knows the universe has decided to fuck with him or something when Tommy Hagan meets him at his ābusiness transactionā table and instead of buying anything, he leans in and whispers, āMeet me at skull rock after school today.ā And fucking plants a quick kiss to his cheek.
And hey. What the hell was that?
Yes, heās seen the way Tommy looks at Steve Harrington to know thereās no way that thereās not a part of him that wants him in a way that is definitely not platonic.
But Eddie isnāt Steve Harrington (who makes every guy feel a little bit gay) heās Eddie Munson. And this does not happen to him.
But, he reasons with himself that, hey, maybe heās in a coma or something and this is his only chance to see what life would be like if he wasā¦ liked? That doesnāt seem to be the right word, but he doesnāt know how else to describe it.
Or maybe the universe decided he needs a break from his horrible second senior year.
Doubtful.
Nonetheless, he decides what the hell, why not go to skull rock and see what Tommy Hagan wants, despite everything in his being screaming THIS IS A BAD IDEA!!!
And a few feet into the forest, he hears the quick crunching of leaves and sticks as something approaches him and is nearly startled out of his skin by Steve Harrington of all people.
āYou need to leave,ā Steve pants out.
Eddie glances around and wonders if this is real.
āEddie, Iām serious. You need to leave. Right now.ā
Eddie crosses his arms. āWhy?ā
Steve sighs and runs his hands over his face. āOh my god you remind me of Henderson. Okay. The basketball team is planning to ambush you because Billy thought it was a good idea or something. I donāt know. I overheard it in the locker room. And you have to leave.ā
Eddie takes a moment to let it all sink in. And yeah, it adds up with the rest of the day, but alsoā¦ āWhy should I trust you?ā
āHuh?ā
āYouāre Steve Harrington. Youāre on the basketball team. What if youāre part of the trap?ā
Steve shakes his head. āIām not really friends with any of them.ā His head whips around when a cracking noise sounds out a good distance away. āLetās go,ā Steve says, grabbing Eddieās hand and tugging him away.
Eddie plants his feet and stays in place. āYouāre going to have to prove to me in some way that youāre not in on this.ā
Steve runs a hand through his hair and pinches his lips together. āI donāt know how!ā
āThen tell me why youāre going against all of them to help me.ā
Steveās brows furrow for a moment before he puts his hands on his hip. āBecause Iāve been on the receiving end of a Billy attack and that was before he lost the little control he had over his sort of sister that like kept him weirdly grounded or something. But ever since, heās been itching for a fight, okay? And he doesnāt hold back. He could kill you.ā
Half of it doesnāt make sense to Eddie, but something about Steveās tone makes him believe that heās telling the truth. But thereās still a small part of him that wants to doubt him.
āKiss me.ā
āWhat?ā Steve asks, exasperated.
āIf youāre in on it, you wonāt be able to. Tommy barely even got my cheek-ā
āHe did what?ā
āAnd,ā Eddie continues, ignoring Steve, āif youāre not in on it, youāll know that this means literally nothing to the both of us, and Iāll run back to my van immediately.ā
Steve stares at him for a second as if heās out of his mind - which he is, really - before stepping closer and asking, āYouāll really leave? Straight away? No poking around the woods because youāre curious?ā
āYeah,ā he confirms with a nod. He smiles at Steveās hesitation and says, āSo, you are in on i-ā
Only for Steve to quickly close the distance between them, weaving his hands into Eddieās hair and pulling him close as he kisses him deeply, lingering for a few moments before pulling away, breath coming out heavier than before.
They both stare at each other for a moment, neither of them saying a word until another crunching sound appears closer than before and a voice calls out, āEddie?ā
Steve takes Eddie hand and runs, only for Eddie to pull him the other way toward his van, still slightly not trusting him although heās pretty sure Steveās tongue may have grazed the inside of his mouth. But thatās a thought for a later day.
As soon as the van is in sight, Eddie lets out a deep breath, happy to see itās untouched before he runs and unlocks it, yelling for Steve to get in before starting it and taking off.
Once heās on the road, he turns to Steve and asks, āYou think we lost them?ā
Steve nods and sighs, āI hope they donāt find my car though.ā
āWhere is it?ā Eddie asks, quick to turn around when Steve directs him.
Heās not far from where Eddie was parked before, but with the risk of being discovered, Eddie is quick to stop his car and tell Steve, āGo!ā
But Steve takes a moment and looks back at him, and Eddieās suddenly scared that maybe he read this all wrong and Steve really is in on the trap. But then Steve asks, āAnd what if I asked you to convince me to go?ā
It takes Eddie a second to register what the hell heās talking about before heās glancing back at the trees, searching for any movement before leaning over and breathing out, āI have got to be in a coma or something.ā
Thereās a brief sharp pain in his arm that has him yelping before he registers that Steve pinched him. āMaybe not,ā Steve says, leaning closer to close the distance between them again, deepening the kiss in the short amount of time they have and quickly pulling away, leaving Eddie desperate for more.
āIāll see you around. Thanks for listen to me,ā Steve says before hopping out of the van and running to his car.
Eddie takes a moment to breathe before realizing he needs to get the hell out of there, and he quickly speeds off wondering if this is real life.
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The next day, things go back to the way they used to be, but any time Tommy sees him, he turns an ugly shade of red which is accompanied by laughs of, āEddie Munson stood you up.ā
Itās nice at first, but two periods in, heās already had enough of the dumb jabs people take at him until someone knocks a notebook out of his hands and it goes flying toward a nice blue pair of Adidas.
Eddie bends down at the same time as the other person does, and they both grab the book. When Eddie glances up, he makes eye contact with none other than Steve who gives him a small, private smile.
āHarrington,ā Tommy says in an accusatory tone that has Steve frowning before standing back up, leaving the notebook in Eddieās hand.
As he walks away, he turns back and gives him an apologetic smile that makes Eddie wonder if this is what Romeo and Juliet felt like.
The thought makes his nose wrinkle up before he stands up and goes about his day as if he doesnāt know what itās like to be kissed by Steve Harrington. And a big part of him hopes that maybe heāll get another weird day where Steve Harrington plays hero for him. And another part of him hopes that if he really is in a coma, heāll wake up with Steve waiting for him on the other side.
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Dolly (Pt 2)
Human Alastor x Housewife!Reader
Pt 1, Finale
Tw: Murder, Forced Cannibalism, reader is described as a woman, dumbifying reader, mention of pregnancy, pregnancy.
Note: I guess Iām making this a series? I really want them to meet in hell. Also I really havenāt made it obvious bc I donāt want to erase Alastor being aroace. The way I see it, heās kinda just toying with reader and grew obsessed once reader became a murderer.
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The morning after your delightful meal, you found yourself puking your guts out. The food did not agree with you at all. You wonder how Alastorās body did not reject your food. Maybe it was all guiltyās conscience, but youāre not guilty for what you did.
Alastor holds your hair back, rubbing small circles on your back. āOh my, what a way to start the morning. It makes me wonder if youāre perhaps pregnant.ā
You shoot him a look, āPlease do not say that, I beg of you.ā No, youāre not pregnant, and Alastor knows youāre not pregnant. But if you are. . . That means youāre all to himself. You will have no choice but to depend on him even more. Even if you decided one day to leave him, you canāt. Nobody other man wants a tainted woman with children. Maybe one day he should get you pregnant.
Oh he absolutely knows that his dear wife has committed something awful and heās proud of you, although he wonāt admit it, yet. For now, heās here to support you through the aftermath of your actions.
He could even recall his first kill, it was messy and uncoordinated, and the gore did not sit right with his stomach. But he hopes that his wife does not meddle in the business no longer. All you must do is sit pretty and be the doll you are. The sweet wife who cleans the house and cooks for him and cares for him dearly while being oblivious to the fact that your husband is out and about, killing many people.
But heās curious. You might be just like him and the thought of that makes him want to grasp you in his hands tightly. To keep you all to himself and keep you away from anything that could take you away from him. At the same time, he wants to test you, push you further into insanity until thereās no more turning back and youāre addicted to the feeling of blood on your hands.
Youāve made a decision, youāre going to confess to Alastor. You canāt just keep him the dark about what youāve done. āAlastor dear, so about Linda. . . Iāve. . .ā
āNo need to say more, ma cheri. I know.ā He says, acting sympathetic towards you. He pulls you into a hug and you canāt help but burst into tears. He pats
āMy dear, youāve had such a bad morning so I believe you should go out and treat your pretty self with something,ā He hums, combing your hair back.
āBut-ā
āI insist dear. Allow me to tend to the home and when you get back, youāll be treated to a nice meal. How does that sound?ā
Your lips pursed in thought. āFine, but only because you insist.ā
The phone rings.
āIāll take that, mon cheri. Now Iāll allow you to get yourself all pretty and Iāll get you some money for you to spend.ā He kisses your head and leaves you be.
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An outing is just what you needed, although it was not to relieve your nerves. You only felt guilt for having stained your hands with red. That matters not, anymore. Alastor says to relax and enjoy your outing and that is what youād do.
Now that youāre out, Alastor prepares to go out. He puts his gloves, āI should prepare a freshly cooked meal for my dear wife. Itās about time I went hunting.ā He hums to himself and leaves the house.
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The sound of chopping is heard through the kitchen. Chopped vegetables are put aside and Alastor is seen kneading a sort of meat. After heās satisfied, he chops the meat and sets it aside.
āLet us see,ā He says, squatting down to the body by the kitchen island. He reaches inside the abdomen, a squelch being heard as his hands move deeper. āAh, there it is!ā He says cheerfully as he cuts out the intestines.
After squeezing the contents out of the intestines, he looks up at the clock. āOh dear me! Itās about time my dear Y/N comes home!ā
Itās already 5 and he expects you to be home in about an hour.
He continues to grind away the other organs and meat before stuffing the intestines, making the sausages for the jambalaya.
After an hour has passed, you are back home. As you were about to reach for the handle, the door opened, revealing Alastor. āWelcome home ma cheri!ā He greets you with a smile, pulling you in for a hug. You reciprocate and kisses his cheek. āWhat have you got there?ā He asks, motioning to the bags.ā
āOh Iāve only bought a few dresses. Nothing out of the ordinary,ā You shrug, putting the bags down.
āThen I should expect a show from you then, is that correct? Give me a little twirl in each dress?ā His voice deepens as he tilts your head up to look at him.
āIf thatās what my dear husband wants,ā You say, almost as if youāre purring.
Alastor hums in approval and pulls your lips into a kiss. His arm around your waist, pulls you in, pressing your body against his. āOh my pretty doll, youāve got me all distracted.ā
āAnd it is my fault?ā She chuckles.
āYes dear, itās your fault for being so gorgeous, however I cannot complain about that. Come now, Iāve made jambalaya. Let us eat before it gets cold.ā
You follow him immediately to the dining room. āHow I love jambalaya. Iām grateful youāve introduced me to one of your favorites.ā You smile as you sat down. āYou didnāt put shrimp?ā You ask.
āIāve decided to add some meat instead,ā Alastor says, placing some food on your plate.
āWell anything you cook is delicious. Iāll enjoy every bite!ā You beam.
The two of you continue to eat and chat. While doing the dishes, the door bell rings. āI wonder who that might be?ā You say confused, not expecting any visitors.
Alastor goes to the front door and opens it with a smile. āHello, how can I help you fine gentlemen?ā
āWeāre with the police, Iād just like to ask about your neighbors.ā One of the officers say.
āWell of course!ā Alastor remains to smile, however he is irritated, not that anyone notices.
āWho is it Alastor, dear?ā You say, walking behind him. āOh! Well hello officer!ā You immediately put a bright smile. Alastor wraps an arm around your waist.
āYes, you must be this fine gentlemanās wife. Weād just like to ask if you folks know anything about Mrs. Linda and perhaps Mr. Connor?ā The officer asks.
āConnor? Well what could have possibly gone wrong?ā Alastor says in confusion.
āWell officer, last night we got a call from dear Connor and just earlier before that, I believe during the afternoon, Linda paid me a small visit,ā You answer.
āIs that so? Well maāam, did she enter the home?ā
āYes she did. Just for a couple minutes though.ā
āAnything in particular happened? Arguments, anything?ā The officer pushes on.
āOh of course not! Linda and I may only be acquaintances but I do not harbor such ill feelings for her.ā
Alastor squeezes your waist, āYou see, my dear wife is far too good for her own good. Far too oblivious to the world, but who can blame her. Sheās a doll after all.ā
You smile at the officers, looking very innocent.
āWhy, I see why you married such a beautiful lady,ā The officers chuckles. āWell did she say anything before she left?
āNo sir. . . Well she did complain about how she suspects her husband of have a mistress,ā You answer.
Alastor adds, āThe couple do tend to have a tendency for infidelity. Thereās neighborhood rumors of one of the kids not even being Connorsā! Itās no surprise though. They say Linda sleeps with other men.ā
You gasp, āYou mean that man she was with that one day-!ā
āOh no need to worry your pretty little head about it. That is not our problem,ā Alastor says.
āAnd the call you received from Mr. Connor?ā The officer asks.
āOh he just called to thank my dear wife for her generosity. She was kind enough to bake the family a pie. Sheās a rather good cook,ā Alastor answers with a smile.
āWell you see, both of the couples are missing and have left their kids unattended.ā
āOh thatās awful! Are they okay?ā You ask with worry.
āThey sure are. If you happen to hear anything about them, please do give a call, thanks for your time,ā The officer nods and leaves.
After Alastor closes the door, you immediately broke into a sob. āTheyāre out to get me Alastor! Theyāll get me!ā You cling to him.
āMy dear you wonāt, I promise you they wonāt. Iād do anything,ā Alastor says in a hushed voice.
āI-Iām the last to have seen Linda and Connor! Now Connor is gone too! What if they think I am the one who killed him!ā You cry hysterically.
āMy dear, have you not seen yourself? No one would believe that a small thing like you could have possibly killed someone,ā he reasons.
āAre you sure?ā
āOf course dear.ā
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āMust you really go, Alastor?ā You plead, grabbing his hand.
āIām afraid I cannot skip out on work today, mon cheri. But what if they get me? What if I canāt see you again?ā You say with worry.
Alastor chuckles. Your clinginess used to be something that annoyed him but not finds adorable. āRemember what I said last night?ā
You nod.
āSo youāll let me go right?ā
You nod and let go of his hand.
āGood. Now Iāll be back later, my dear.ā He kisses your forehead and walks out the door.
He in fact did not come home that night. He was found dead, a bullet to his head. You never landed on the suspect list, as Alastor was found to be the serial killer of New Orleans.
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summary: how you and rafe got started <3
author's note: if i could stop losing my brain cells over rafe cameron for a minute that would be great but i can't so here it is <3 this is mostly cute but in the shea cinematic universe this establishes the beginning of what can only be a hopelessly codependent relationship <3 more parts to come! also none of this would be written without the surge of inspo i get from reading every single one of @princessbrunette's posts but in particular this one, this one, and this<3 one!
now spinning: one of the girls by the weeknd & jennie
Rafeās always thought you were cute.Ā
Cute, heād think to himself in passing, on a hot summer day when he was getting ready to take beers from the fridge and go find the boys at the country club. He didnāt need to steal anything, the waitress at the club always gave him whatever drink he asked for, but he just felt like taking them from the house today.Ā
You were dawdling around the house with a bored Sarah, all dressed up with nowhere to go. Sarah was texting on her phone, likely engaging in a virtual fight with Topper. Heād feel bad, but the two of them did it to themselves. You were at the counter with Wheezie, leaning on your elbows while the two of you discussed something. He didnāt really care, until he met your eyes for a second.Ā
Cute. The way you met his eyes and then looked away, face heating up. You were in a bikini and a coverup, probably waiting for his sister before spending the day on the beach or at the pool. The cover up was white and see through, covering everything to the point where no one could see anything but the faint yellow of your bikini underneath.
Leaning on the counter, when you looked away, he got a glimpse into the top of your dress. He could make out little yellow flowers on the material of your bikini and the outline of your tits squeezed against each other.Ā
He grabbed a beer and opened it with his back tooth, spitting the cap out on the counter next to Wheezieās book.
āEw, Rafe, get your spit molecules away from my book.ā
āWho reads in the summer anyways? You should be glad for my spit if it makes you stop.ā
āItās my summer reading, Rafe, not everyone can just skip their assignments and get away with it.ā
āPlease, what have I skipped?ā
You and Wheezie turn to look at each other and start laughing. He cracks a smile too, unexpectedly.
āActually, itās a great book. Youāre missing out, Rafe,ā you say, with a smile gracing your face, and he realizes heās never actually heard the sound of your voice. Youāve maybe said hi to him twice, and both times Sarah had dragged you away within seconds. You even sound cute. His name on your tongue sounds even cuter.
āReally? Maybe I need to give it a try.ā You laugh again, meeting his eyes this time.Ā
āYou canāt have my copy, I already put my annotations in this one-ā
āStop yapping, Wheeze. Iām not gonna take yours.ā
āActually you have a copy in the library upstairs. I borrowed it last summer.ā
āReally, kid? Wanna come find it with me?ā
Your face heats up so much you turn away. He smiles then, and he smiles again when you follow him up to the library.
āThis one is fantastic too, itās about this young girl in England-ā your voice continues to describe the plot of the book in your hand. You shelve it and then your eyes immediately land on another, another classic, another favorite. You ramble off the description but Rafeās hardly paying attention.
Heās trying to recall when you had become so cute, so pretty. He thinks heās never noticed you after you walk away with Sarah, or when he walks away from you two lounging on pool chairs, your nose in a book like always.
This is different. When had you become so irresistible?
Your pretty hair falls down your back. It sticks to your neck when the two of you are outside in the sun, in the heat. He has an urge to lick the sweat off just to see how youād blush and feel how youād squirm. Your eyes are warm and bright, but youāre still too shy to meet his blue ones, even when itās just the two of you.
And it has been. Just the two of you, recently, almost all of the time. Sarahās always off with her stupid friends and Wheeze is at home doing her summer work.Ā
The two of you travel to every ice cream parlor in the eight in the next few weeks. Conversation comes easily, even though you have nothing in common. He hasnāt picked up a bag from his dealer since he started talking to you, he realizes. Hasnāt felt the need to get high.
Youāve never even smoked weed, much less snorted coke. Youāll drink at a party with Sarah, but not too much, and you always end up being the sober friend holding back the vomiting girlās hair. At the bonfire that he invites you to, your eyes keep darting around, seeing if anyone needs your help.Ā
Rafe moves so heās standing right in front of you, blocking your view.
āHey, kid,ā he says quietly, leaning in. Youāre boxed in, with Rafe and only Rafe on your mind. The clean, attractive scent of his cologne. The way it lingers on his clothes, like the button up youāre wearing over your pink dress.
He picks up the red cup in your hand and places it on the log beside you, balancing his beer next to it. His hands are cold from the bottle but you donāt mind much. He takes your wrists first, holding them in place, and then slides down so your hands are touching.Ā
āWhatās going on in that pretty head of yours?ā You were looking down at the hands, where the two of you were connected, but his voice makes you look up. Heās looking at you, and you want to hide your face. Your fingers twitch beneath Rafeās grip. He holds on even tighter. āDonāt look away, princess. We gotta work on that, huh?ā
You feel your face heating up at the nickname. You wish you were home so you could scream into your pillow.
āSorry, sorry,ā you scramble, trying to look up but you canāt find the strength or the will.
Youāre embarrassed. Of course you areāthis is Rafe, and youāre just you. Rafe is the one youāve had a crush on since you knew what crushes were, and you are still the awkward little thing you were the first time you met him.Ā
His gaze burning holes through you makes you want to run and hide. Because this is Rafe, and right now youāre one of his girls. The ones Sarahās complained about the whole time sheās known youāthey get too attached, act all clingy, and then are replaced before long.Ā
You hear Rafeās quiet laughter. Youāre still boxed in, feeling hot and clammy even though heād given you his button up not thirty minutes ago because you felt cold.Ā
āWhatāre you saying sorry for?ā You look up quickly, and then look back down. Then Rafeās hands leave yours, and he holds up your chin until youāre looking right into his eyes. āHmm?ā
You feel like puking.Ā
āI-I just, well I just-ā
āYou just what?ā
āI donāt think I can be, um, be one of your flingy, uh fling-type girls. So, you know, maybe all of this isnāt a good idea.ā
āFling-type girls?ā he questions. Heās holding back a laugh, which makes you irrationally upset. You shove hard against his chest to free yourself from the cage of his arms.Ā
āYes, your fling-type girls. You have a new girl on your arm every week, and everyone knows it, and I refuse to be one of them, because itās just embarrassing and dehumanizing,ā he watches you ramble on. He smiles, but you donāt notice. āAnd frankly, I deserve better than that.ā
āAre you done?ā You glare back at him.
āYes, and not because you said that. I was done anyway.ā
āGood.ā Your face drops for a second, thinking you overstepped and totally overreached regarding his intentions, but then Rafe surprises youāhe leans in and kisses you.Ā
You werenāt expecting a playground peck, but the way heās kissing you completely surpasses any and all expectations (and fantasies) youād dreamt up. His grip on your hips is hard, and his tongue is almost down your throat. Itās messy, and wet, and when he pulls away, thereās strings of spit connecting you to each other.Ā
You should wipe your mouth before anyone sees, but you donāt. Your heart is racing, and you can barely speak, much less move.Ā
āIf I wanted you to be one of my girls, I wouldnāt have spent the last three weeks listening to you blab about books and buying you ice cream. Youāre gonna be my only girl, and thatās that, okay?ā
You nod dumblyāwords and motions still not quite back yet. You feel flushed. Peopleās eyes are on you both.
āNow, do you wanna head out and go get a cone?ā You nod again. āGood girl. And watch your mouth.ā
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Call me, baby
Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!Reader
ā” Genre - Smut, slow(ish) and then boom porn - Strangers to lovers (non-idol)
ā” Word Count: 7.6k
ā” Summary: Welcome to Rockstar tattoo and piercing, where giving a beautiful stranger and eyebrow piercing can lead to the best fuck of your life.
ā” A/N: I started this as soon as photo's of Hyunjin with that damned eyebrow piercing came out. I am EXHAUSTED the horny took over, I'm ruined and now maybe you are too. š I wanted to have this be a bit of a slow burn type of thing just so there could be some build up and longing ya know? I don't usually draw things out this long but I wanted to give it a shot. šPlease enjoy it, I worked hard and I'd love to hear feedback. I also only lightly edited it for right now, I'll look over it again later! Gosh I'm exhausted. + reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ā”
ā” Warnings: Pain slut Hyunjin, Descriptive piercing process, Biting, Hair pulling, Appearances by Lee Know, unprotected sex (safe sex is good. be safe ya'll) Oral (f&m receiving), nipple play (kinda? & not for too long + reader has nipple piercings)
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āHey, man. Welcome to Rockstar tattoo and piercing whatcha lookin for tonight?ā Minho, your ex and fellow co-owner of the shop asks as that familiar jingle rings through the empty shop. Youāre too busy cleaning up your space to listen in on what the new customer wants. Youāre sure that itās something simple since itās close to midnight and all that gets done this late are simple piercings and tattoos that people will regret in the morning.Ā Ā Ā
āBaby, you got a customer up front.ā Minho calls as he makes his way over to his station. The name prompts a fake gag and an award winning eye roll as you move across your station
āDo not call me that, ew.ā The echo of Minhoās chuckle makes him sound closer than he is as he rounds the corner of the wall dividing your spaces. Youāre a two person crew so you get to spend every second that youāre in this shop with your ex which wouldnāt be so bad if he and his new girlfriend werenāt all over each other every chance that they got. You love the girl and theyāre a much better match than the two of you ever were but itās been so long since youāve been with someone that you feel like theyāre just teasing you at this point.
āYou used to love that.ā With folded arms he leans against your side of the wall and you turn to him with a hand on your hip while the other one is full of supplies.
āAnd I used to love you.ā He hisses, holding a hand over his heart with faux pain in his eyes.Ā
āOuch.ā You throw an empty ink cap at him and you both laugh. āWell since you donāt love me Iāll be right back.ā He walks over to the front desk, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair and heading out to the front of the shop.
āWhere the hell are you going?ā You whine, running up behind him. He turns to face you with that mischievous glint in his eyes. Does he really need to go get his dick wet right now?Ā
āSeriously, Min!ā He laughs at your incredulous scoff as he throws on his jacket. āIf Iām not back in an hour, close up for me, yeah?ā With a quick wink and a smirk he rushes out of the door before you even have a chance to protest. You know that heāll be back, he always comes back but you still want to give him a piece of your mind. You flip him off as you watch him pass the large front window and he kisses back at you. You love that you two had a clean break but god does he get on your nerves.Ā
āAsshole.ā You mumble under your breath as you look down at the form on the counter. āHyunjin?āĀ
You hear shuffling in the very far corner of the waiting area as you flip through his paperwork.Ā
āThatās me.ā You smile down at the clipboard once you hear his voice, at least heās not some rude wasted guy. āYou can come with me.āĀ
When you look up your jaw nearly hits the counter, is beautiful even the right word to describe this man? You donāt usually have a type but if you had to pick one it would be the man standing right in front of you. ā Uh, hey my nameās Y/n, Iāll be piercing you tonight and it uh-ā
Gosh, his eye contact is intense, how does he do that? āIt says here that you wanna get a horizontal eyebrow piercing?ā
āRight.ā He shakes his head as he rocks back and forth on his heels and you nod.Ā
āAwesome, it should be pretty quick, letās do this.ā You unlock the swing door and allow him back into your station. You decide to close the privacy curtain that separates your space from the rest of the shop since the chances of anyone else coming in is close to zero, youāre not as accessible as the shops close to town so this is the quiet hour for you.
Hyunjin watches as you start collecting the supplies that youāll need. You move carefully, making sure that everything is just how you like it. āHave you been doing this for a long time?ā You hadnāt even noticed the way that he seems to be nearly looking over your shoulder this entire time.
āLong enough.ā He smiles at your shy laugh as you pick a marker from your cup. āWeāve owned this place for about three years.āĀ
āYou and your boyfriend?ā You scowl at his words, pulling a chuckle from his chest. āI guess heās not your boyfriend.ā
āHeās my ex, we already bought this place when we broke up so I couldnāt escape him.ā A dramatic sigh follows your statement as you motion for him to sit down on the chair in front of you. āWe're friends now, best friends, but I am a single girl.ā
Hyunjin cocks his brow, causing you to accidently draw a line across his eyelid. āSorry about that.ā He chuckles and you smile at the soft sound.Ā
āItās alright.ā You clean him up and the feeling of his gaze burning into you makes you smirk. Youāre more than used to clients staring at you, there are some that will try to make an ungraceful pass at you while theyāre at it but for some reason having Hyunjin stare at you so intensely is welcomed? Maybe because heās cute. That definitely helps. āReady?ā
āReady.ā You mark him perfectly this time and point him towards the mirror to check if he likes the placement. āPerfect.ā
āAwesome letās stick ya then.ā You motion him towards your reclined chair and he gracefully fills the spot with his tall frame. āYouāre not scared of needles are you?ā
āNot at all.ā The smirk on his face as he stares up at the ceiling catches you off guard. Youāve never seen anyone smile at the thought of getting stabbed before. You wipe your hands and snap on your gloves before moving in front of your rolling tray where all of your supplies are set up. āDid it hurt when you got yours?ā
āNope, but thatās probably because I did it myself.ā You grab your scissor clamp and move next to Hyunjin. āOkay, so, the steps are to clamp the site, pierce it, feed the jewelry through and then youāre out of here.ā
āSounds easy enough, go ahead.ā You nod leaning over him gently. This is the first time in all of your years as a piercing artist that youāve felt self conscious about the deep V cut of your shirt. You usually couldnāt care less but right now youāre almost hyper aware of the way that youāre presenting yourself to the man in front of you. Youāre also hyper aware of the way that heās staring right at the lacey red of your bra thatās peeking out, or is it the studs of your nipple piercing pressing against your tight cotton shirt thatās caught his attention? Either way, the way that heās staring is causing something that you havenāt felt in awhile to stir deep in your stomach.
āGonna clamp you now, it shouldnāt hurt but just take a deep breath anyway.ā You whisper as you turn his head a bit to get a better look at the piercing site. Now heās really got a good view. Heās perfectly still as you clamp him and you praise him for every little thing that he does right, he seems to take a liking to that since every time something sweet comes out of your mouth he hums with contentment.Ā
āReady for the stick?ā
āGo ahead.ā He licks his lips while his gaze is still trained on your chest and you canāt help but to push your thighs together. He seemed to have noticed since a ghost of a smile adorned his lips right after.Ā
āBreath in.ā He follows your instruction and you position the needle right at the mark only pushing a bit to prepare him. āAnd out.ā He was an easy stick, it went in perfectly. It was smooth and quick and he definitely hissed a moan when you did it. You stay in place, leaning over him with the plastic needle still in.Ā
āEverything good?ā The sound of his moan rang through your ears as you avoided eye contact with him. He hums a confirmation, his eyes are shut now and his bottom lip is between his teeth. Good god. Did he not notice or does he just not care? Does he have a thing for pain? āIām going to uh- feed the jewelry through.āĀ
You move his head a bit, trying to find the best position for the light to hit him. Why is the lighting so shitty all of the sudden? āEverything alright?ā Thereās a slight chuckle in his voice and you sigh.
āYeah I just canāt get a good light right now. Itās like my damn shadow moved in the way.ā You move a bit back and forth but nothing is comfortable enough. āCan I likeā¦ could you just move your hip over a bit?ā He does as you ask immediately and you swiftly prop your knee up on the chair.Ā
āThanks, that's so much better.ā You grab the jewelry, and wedge it into the plastic needle for the feed through. āYouāll feel a bit of pressure, it might sting okay?ā
āMmhmm.ā Just as youāre about to move the needle you feel the soft brush of his fingers on your inner thigh. That had to be an accident right? Do you want it to be an accident? Not really.
āOne, two, go.ā You slowly feed the jewelry through and this time a soft grunt leaves his lips but thatās not all. You freeze when you feel it, glancing down at Hyunjin while his eyes are still closed and his fingers grip the flesh of your inner thigh. āGood?ā
āGreat.ā Itās a miracle that you didnāt moan at the feeling of him grabbing you but you decide to thank whatever higher power saved you instead of thinking about what ifās. One thingās clear though; he definitely has a thing for pain.
āLet me just -ā You reach over to your rolling tray and his grip on your thigh loosens but he doesnāt let go. ā- Just gotta put the ball on the end.ā You secure his jewelry, screwing on the end and wiping it down with bactine.Ā
āDone.ā He sighs but he doesnāt move. You look down at him, expecting him to say something, but he stays silent. You take a deep breath, trying to ignore the electricity that having his hand inches away from your heat is causing. āWanna look at it?ā
He nods, finally moving his hand, now maybe you can breathe normally. You both move at the same time but he sits up much slower than expected. āFeeling good?ā Hyunjin hums as he adjusts his pants and makes his way over to the mirror, leaning in to get a good look at the new accessory.Ā
āSo good.ā Yup, he has a pain kink. Itās confirmed.
Once youāve cleaned up all the immediate things and rid yourself of your gloves you move over towards him slowly. Usually youād make small talk but you donāt feel too capable of doing that with the way that your core is pulsing with need at the moment.Ā
You watch as he studies the piercing. You should be looking at it too but you canāt focus on anything but the sharp beauty of his features and the way that his wine red hair falls against his temples and compliments the blush running up his neck. As much as you try to stop yourself you canāt help but indulge in taking him in further. You canāt help but to let your gaze run down the length of his strong arm and admire the way that his black sweats are hanging from his hips. Your eyes linger on the hem of his pants for a second too long and thatās when you notice it. Right below the perfect bow of his drawstrings is a delicious bulge that you desperately want to show attention to. Your tongue darts out, licking at the corner of your mouth a bit as you eye him. Snap out of it, come on.
āThink I should get a tattoo there?ā Your eyes snap to his reflection but heās already looking at you. Fuck, did he catch you staring? Of course he did, it was so obvious. āIāve been thinking about it.āĀ
His smile makes you feel like you could explode at any second but you decide to try a bit harder to contain yourself. āI think that could be hot.ā Fuck, no no no, why did you say that.
āHot? You think so?ā He cocks his eyebrow just like he did earlier but this time the gold stud adorning his thick brow makes a shiver run up your spine and sends a spark to your clit. He was already hot without the piercing but now itās just unfair.
āUh yeah, I do.ā Before you can try to turn around and make your escape from further embarrassing yourself he turns to you.Ā
āWould you do it?ā His eyes are focused on yours and for some reason you canāt find it in you to look away.Ā
āDoā¦your hip tattoo?ā He nods and you shift your weight as you imagine the process. Could you even stand to be that close to his dick? Youāre standing in front of him right now and you feel like you could combust from the eye contact. Surely youāll melt if you end up having to stare at his hard dick for hours while he gets off on the pain of your needle for a second time.Ā
āI would.ā Your answer leaves your lips in a half whisper before you can even think about it but the smile that pulls at his lips makes you forget your prior argument. āJust let me know when.ā
āDo you have a card?āĀ
āUp front, Iāll give it to you with your care instructions.ā You find yourself glancing down one more time before attempting to blink away all of your horny thoughts. As much as you want to fall to your knees and relieve him of his pain induced hard on you have to keep it professional, even if you were just caught staring at his dick print. āYou paid when you came in, right?ā
Quickly, you make your way around him to open your curtain and lead him to the counter. āYeah I did.ā You can feel him close behind you as you unlock the swing door to let him out.
āBut you did such a great job.ā The slam of the small door behind him makes you jump a bit but his following question is what really did it. āDo you take tips? Or could I give you more than that?ā
You choke a bit on your inhale but at the same time there couldnāt possibly be a hint of oxygen left in your body with the way that heās looking at you with his arms crossed and leaning on the counter. Your brain isnāt working anymore, itās completely smooth as you stare back at Hyunjinās cool smile. Hell, if heās offering youāre going to take it.
Just as youāre about to calculate your own suggestive reply that familiar jingle echoes off the walls and your gaze lands on none-other than your godforsaken ex. He eyes you as you stand behind the counter with red cheeks and your palms spread and pressing into the desk.Ā
āAll good?ā He looks between you and Hyunjin with raised brows. You force a smile as you frantically scan the desk for the care instruction packet.Ā
āYup, all good.ā The sigh that follows your sentence is less than convincing but Minho lets it slide in the name of trusting you. You turn your attention back to Hyunjin whoās eyes were already on you. āSo here are the care instructions. Donāt change it for about two months and uh, just make sure to keep it clean and um yeah everything that you need to know is in here.ā
He takes the packet, brushing his fingers against yours in the process. Hopefully the way that you shivered wasnāt too obvious. Are you really that down bad? Usually youāre witty and flirty, you tend to have a pretty smart mouth with customers but as soon as you saw Hyunjin all of that went right out the window.Ā
āYour card.ā He nods towards the display on the desk and you quickly grab one for him.
āIt has the shop number and my instagram on there. If you want to contact me directly, Instagram is the best way to do it but Iām here almost everyday. If Iām not coming in, I'll post it on my story.ā He flips the card between his fingers allowing you to get a good look at what you wish were still grabbing at the tender flesh of your thighs. Your focus breaks when he rubs the card between his fingers and a second one falls to the counter. āOh, mustāve given you two by accident.ā
āSo Iāll message you.ā Standing straight he slips the card into his pocket. āIf I have any questions.ā He takes a step back, taking you in one more time.Ā
āYeah, Iāll answer as fast as I can.āĀ
āBaby, did you use the last of the caps?ā Minho calls from the storage room and the scoff that follows makes Hyunjin laugh.Ā
āStop calling me that for goodness sake.ā With the flash of a quick smile and mumbled goodnight you leave Hyunjin at the front and head over to your annoying cock blocking ex. Once you get to him you see him leaning against the storage room door with his eyes on his phone screen. āI thought you were looking for caps.ā
āNah, figured that you needed me to save you. That guy shouldāve been gone already.ā Did he seriously just ruin any chance that you had at getting laid tonight? And by a man as hot as Hyunjin at that.Ā
āWe were talking.ā
āYou donāt do small talk.ā Minhoās pinched brows earns him an eye roll as you head over to your station. āSo he wasnāt bothering you?ā
āFar from it.ā The way that youāre aggressively cleaning your tray gives Minho all the hints he needs but it would be out of character for him to just drop the topic.Ā Ā
"Then what was he doing?" Minho asks in his teasing tone that youāve grown to be more than familiar with. You pause and sigh as your mind lingers on the feel of Hyunjinās fingers gripping you and the sounds he made with each hint of pain.Ā
"He was trying to make me interested."Ā
āWas it working?ā The silence that followed his question spoke louder than any words could. āHis number is on the form ya know.ā
āJust lock up, Minho. Iām not breaking any privacy laws just so I can get fucked.ā He throws his hands up in surrender, backing away and heading to the front. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath to try and contain the many emotions running through you. You shouldāve been on your game tonight but Hyunjin just threw you off. You havenāt been that attracted to anyone in so long that all of your skills went right out the window as soon as he looked at you. Maybe heāll message you? Ask you a question or two and then ask you out. What if he doesnāt? What if Minho scared him off and you never hear from him again?
āBaby.āĀ
āLee Minho, stop calling me -ā You pause when you turn to him, looking down at the card heās offering you between his fingers. āWhat?ā He extends his arm to you further, earning his third eye roll of the day as you snatch the cardstock away from him.
āItās my card.ā You shrug at him.
āTurn it over.ā Your pulse picks up a bit once you notice the red ink on the back of the card. Hyunjinās name and number is written in pretty symbols right across the middle with a small note. āCall me, baby.ā
āIāll stop calling you that now.āĀ
Sleep didn't come easy last night but you sure did at the thought of Hyunjin. It doesn't help that you texted him immediately and he didn't waste a second before replying to you. Your night was spent getting to know him a bit as your mind danced on the idea of him fucking you into your mattress. The amount of time that you pretended that your fingers were his slender ones while you answered one of his questions is actually award winning. The taping of your cum covered fingers against your screen went on until you tired yourself out and fell asleep while waiting for his next text.Ā
āGoing out.ā Minho looked up from the sketch book in front of him just in time to watch as you grabbed your jacket from the chair next to his.Ā
āDid ābabyā call?ā For the first time in a while you find yourself smiling and unbothered by his teasing. āShe's smiling, did you finally catch a dick.ā
āI'll let you know in a couple of hours.ā The look on Minhoās face isn't one that you see often but it's your absolute favorite. āI'll be back, baby.ā
You barely got to knock twice before the door to Hyunjinās apartment swung open. He looks just as good if not better than he did last night and the fact that youāve gotten to know him a bit better over text for the past couple of hours makes you feel like a college student sneaking into someone's dorm after curfew. Itās safe to say that you have a big fat crush now.
āHey, nice piercing.ā He pulls you into a quick hug before ushering you further into his place. Your eyes wander across his walls, taking in every detail. He really is the artsy type.Ā
āThanks, some girl did it for me last night.ā He watches you take in his space with hungry eyes, no matter how much he tells himself that he just met you and that he wants to take it slow he canāt seem to pace himself. The amount of times that he came into his fist last night just thinking of how pretty your nipple piercings must be and how your thighs would wrap perfectly around him is insane. Unfortunately, the orgasms didnāt put out the fire that burned for you deep in his stomach, it only made the flame bigger.
āOh yeah?ā You face him as you peel your jacket off slowly, letting it slide off of your shoulders and down your arms so gracefully that he couldnāt possibly ignore it. āWas she hot?ā
His eyes fix on the fabric stretching tight against your chest, how dare you call that a shirt. Itās keeping little to nothing to the imagination but he canāt say that heās mad at it. āSo fucking hot, I couldnāt stop staring at her.ā
Your jacket finds a home on the arm of his couch while you check out the paintings on his living room wall. The stretched canvas and sheets of beautifully stained paper are littered all over the ivory wall, serving as the only real means of decoration in this area of the room. āDo you think that she noticed?ā
The energy around you turns electric as he steps up behind you, just close enough not to touch you. āI hope that she did.āĀ
āWhy?ā Your breathing is slow and shallow as your eyes run across the colors of the paintings on the wall. Youāre not really taking in the beauty of the art anymore, youāre more concerned with the masterpiece standing behind you and what heāll say next.
āSo that she doesnāt feel surprised when I say -ā He leans into you, fiddling with one of the paintings and pressing himself lightly into your back. A blistering heat washes over you at the feel of him against you. Itās so much more than you imagined it to be. ā- That I think that sheās beautiful.ā
He reaches for another painting, stepping forward just a bit to be closer to you. āAnd that as much as I want to take it slow and get to know her -ā He slowly retracts his hand, stepping back and breaking all contact. You sigh, swallowing hard as you hang on each of his words. āI just canāt go another second without knowing what she feels like.ā
You turn your head to the side, catching a glimpse of his burning gaze as he stares down at you. His dark eyes are undressing you before he even gets the chance to touch you. Something like you did to him yesterday. āI think that sheād feel the same way.ā Itās a bit of a challenge but you manage to hold eye contact with him as you turn your body to face him.
āYou think sheād let me touch her?ā Eyes, lips, chest and repeat. Thatās the pattern that his gaze follows while he waits for your answer.Ā
āI think she wants you to, so so badly.ā His eyes meet yours and his hands are on you in an instant, grabbing at the plush of your waist and pushing you against the wall of art work behind you.Ā
āThank god.ā He whispers against your lips before attaching them in desperate hunger. The sound of paper and canvas falling to the floor is merely background noise in the heat of the moment.
Heās soft and sweet like honey, his touch is like satin against your skin and your head is fuzzy. Holy fuck. He swallows the moan that escapes you as you welcome his tongue into your mouth, offering his own sinful sounds as a counter. His hands are grabbing at the exposed skin of your stomach while he pushes your shirt up to expose more of you. Your hands fist the fabric of his shirt, you want him closer. You need him closer. He pulls away abruptly, staring down at you panting and flushed. He takes a step back and you take a step forward.Ā
āThink sheāll let me fuck her?ā He continues to step back from you and you match each move that he makes. Your hands find the bottom hem of your shirt and you pull the fabric over your head, revealing your flimsy lace bra to him. A hiss falls from his lips as he falls back into his couch. Sitting with his legs spread and ready for you, the perfect seat.Ā
āYou better fuck her.ā Once you climb onto his lap his lips are back on yours in an instant. The kiss is hungry, desirous, passionate. Itās everything that you knew it would be and more. His palms rest on your breasts, kneading the flesh and flicking at the heart studs of your nipple piercings. A shiver runs over you at the feeling and Hyunjin smiles against you at the reaction.
āSensitive?ā He mumbles, following with a kiss and you nod with a deep moan. āFuck.ā He pushes your breast together, jiggling them in his palms while he watches with his bottom lip between his teeth.Ā
āI wanted to see these so badly last night.ā You knew he was staring. āWanted to run my tongue over these pretty little studs.āĀ
āWhatās stopping you now?ā You grind your hips into him, milking a choked moan from his throat. Heās so hard underneath you, his sweat pants are doing little to restrain his pulsing cock from pressing into your needy core but even that bit of pressure is not enough to satiate your hunger. His fingers peel down the lace of your bra and you watch as his tongue dips out of his mouth and swirls the silver jewelry. āHyunjin.āĀ
He hums, content with the way that his name sounds falling from your pretty lips, itās then that you remember last night. Praise and pain, those are his things right? Letās test it out.
The feeling of his tongue laving over your sensitive peak breaks you out of your thoughts and fogs your mind all over again. He shows both of your breasts equal attention, wetting your nipples with long drags of his tongue followed by a skillful swirl of the muscle around your shiny silver bars. ā So good, oh my god.ā He hums, sucking a bit harder at the sound of your sweet words.Ā
Your fingers lace through the wine red strands of his hair, scratching and rubbing at his scalp for a bit until he grazes his teeth over the sensitive peak of your nipple. Youāre pulling at his roots before you can even process it but the pornographic moan that escapes him as he falls into your touch makes you happy that you did it.
āA pain slut?ā Matching smirks paint your faces but his is quickly swept away when you bring your other hand up through his roots and pull again. āI knew it.ā You grind into him, the moans escaping him are making you hungry for friction all over again.Ā
His hands grasp your hips, gripping you so tightly that youāre sure there will be beautiful bruises there in the morning. āWhat gave me away?ā His eyes stay on yours as you hold his head back by his hair. Yesterday his gaze was blinding but tonight you find it easier to handle the heat that it causes to rise on the surface of your skin. Youāre okay with going blind if heās the last thing that you see.Ā
āHm.ā His eyes flutter shut at the feeling of your lips ghosting over his pulse āMaybe it was the way you moaned when I stuck you.ā Sloppy kisses and small nibbles of his milky flesh draws a moan similar to the one thatās been playing in your head all night to leave his blushed lips.
āOr the way that you grabbed my thigh.ā Your teeth sink into the flesh of his neck and the sound that he makes in response is nearly enough to make you cum on the spot. āOr how hard you were when I was finished.ā
āDo that again.ā So biting is his favorite, huh?Ā
āSay please.āĀ
āPlease, do that again. Bite me, harder. Please let me feel that again.ā Heās begging? Youāve never been with a man who was willing to do that. A mumbled praise makes his cock twitch against you as one of his hands slips down to your ass, gripping the cheek firmly but not squeezing. Your teeth sink into his neck again, a deep guttural groan escapes him while his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your ass through your jeans. āOh, baby.ā
You pull away at the feeling of a warm spot beneath you. When you look down at your clothed cores the sticky wet spot presents itself to you. He came just from you biting him and he's still hard. No fucking way.
āYou made a mess.ā A familiar darkness falls upon his gaze and now it's your turn to moan from the grip he has on your hair. āClean it up for me, angel.ā
You crawl backwards off of his lap, lowering down onto your knees as his grip in your hair ensures that your eyes stay on his. He shimmies his pants down with his free hand, your eye contact falters for just a second so that you can steal a glance at his cock. Heās bigger than you thought heād be, long and curved ever so slightly. The angry red tip is glistening with cum in the low light, you run your tongue along your lips at the thought of sucking him clean.Ā
āOne day youāll give me a pretty tattoo right here, wonāt you?ā He pulls your hair towards him, controlling your head so that you lean into his hip. You plant a sloppy kiss against his skin, nipping and licking like a desperate puppy. His cock twitches at the feel of your lips on the newly discovered patch of skin. āIāll be hard as a rock with your pretty face so close to my cock.ā He moves your head over just enough for you to lick up some of the cum from his flawless thigh.Ā
āYou think you could do it? Think you could be that close to my cock and not put me in your mouth?ā Little does he know that youāve already thought about it and the answer is no. Hell no, absolutely not. āMaybe it would be me who loses control.ā
He yanks back on your hair, lifting your head back up to meet his gaze. He brings his bent pointer finger to your chin and runs his thumb down your swollen lips. āI have a feeling that Iāll be addicted to this mouth.ā His eyebrow piercing catches the light as he stares down at you and you canāt help but to feel turned on by the fact that you did that to him. Youāre responsible for that pretty stud on this pretty man.Ā
āLetās see if Iām right.ā You open your mouth eagerly once he sits back and guides you over to his waiting cock. A hiss escapes him once you take him to the hilt, swallowing around him with watery eyes. He marvels at the way your pretty lips stretch around him, taking every single inch of him until his tip makes your throat bulge and your mouth water. You bob your head, licking and sucking him clean. The taste of his cum is so sweet, so perfect, maybe youāre just insanely horny or maybe heās your new favorite candy. The only thing youāll have a craving for from this point on.Ā
āThat throat is taking me so well.ā The vibration of your hum makes Hyunjin bite his lip as he watches you. You bring your hands up to his naked thighs and claw your nails lightly down the exposed skin. His cock twitches in your mouth and your pussy throbs at the feeling of it. Youāre a big fan of foreplay, itās super important and fun and everything but you would do anything to skip all of this and simply feel Hyunjinās cock sink into your dripping pussy. āThis is what you wanted yesterday isnāt it? This is what you wanted when you were staring at my dick?ā
The deep rasp of his voice as he asks such filthy questions makes you press your thighs together, Hyunjin moves his foot in between your knees. Kicking your legs apart and taking away the relief you were chasing.
āNeed me now?ā Your desperate gaze up at him is all the answer that he needs. He lets go of your hair and you slowly come up off of his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip a bit and releasing him with a string of spit still connecting you. He offers you his hand to help you up off of your knees before dropping to his own right in front of you.Ā
With a burning gaze on your naked stomach he unbuttons your jeans and slowly drags them over the curve of your hips. His eyes scan every inch of newly exposed skin, leaving sweet soft kisses against the silky skin of your thighs. He takes a deep breath before pulling your panties down, his hands lingering against your bare skin as he admires your body. He leans in and places a soft kiss against your exposed center once you step out of your panties. What was supposed to be a simple kiss turned into a few kitten licks against your clit which then quickly evolved into long drags of his tongue through your folds while he palms your ass.Ā
āHyun- Hyunjin holy fuck.ā Your fingers thread into his dark strands again, lightly pulling at his roots and milking moans from him. āPlease fuck me. Please just fuck me I want to feel you.ā
āGotta get you ready.ā He spits onto your clit, watching it drip down your lips a bit before catching with his tongue and spreading it over your folds. āI need my girl dripping around my cock.ā
His lips wrap around your clit and you throw your head back in a silent scream before looking down at him. His eyes are closed as he laps at your pussy, sucking and licking like his life depends on it. You admire the shimmer of his fresh piercing as you watch him, pathetic whimpers falling from you as he dangles your orgasm in front of your face. Youāve been thinking about him for hours and now youāve finally got him. You get to cum on his tongue and watch him slurp up every drip of your essence.
āIām gonna cum, oh my god.ā Your grip on his hair tightens and he hisses against you. He swirls his skilled tongue around your swollen clit a couple of times and you can feel the blistering heat setting all over your body. Youāre so close, itās so good and then he pulls away.
āHyun-ā Your whine is cut off by the soft yet aggressive feeling of his lips on yours.
āI want you to cum on my cock.ā The taste of your pussy on his tongue distracts you from the feeling of him guiding you to the couch. He pushes you down, watching you with a smirk as he pushes his damp hair out of his face. You watch as he pulls his shirt over his head, balling it up and using it to dap at the sweat on his forehead before throwing it to the side with the rest of your clothes. āDo me a favor.ā
His fingers dig into your plush waist as he positions you. He props his knee on the soft cushion,Ā lining himself up with your entrance and teasing your sopping folds with his leaky tip. āAnything.ā You fist the pillow right above you, placing it under your head to get a bit more comfortable.Ā
āCall me baby.ā He slips into you before you can even reply to him, stretching you out so deliciously and filling up your gushing pussy until his tip kisses your cervix. The moan that echoes through his apartment is high pitched and airy, your lungs burn from the electricity charged air as you cry out for him, gripping at the couch cushions as you try to ground yourself.
āBaby.ā The first time that his hips snap into you his jaw clenches and his eyes roll to the back of his head. His imagination barely did you justice last night, his fist is nothing compared to the way that your pussy is clenching around him. The ungodly squelches of his cock plunging into you sends shivers down his spine.Ā
āFuck, youāre heaven.ā He coos, the rasp in his voice makes your pussy clench around him as he presses your thighs back towards your chest. Hyunjin picks up the pace, snapping into you with unholy force.Ā
Itās been so long since youāve felt anything but your own fingers and itās been even longer since youāve been fucked this good. Not even Minho can top this and he was the best fuck you ever had. The mascara stained tears running down your cheeks translates all of that to Hyunjin without you having to say a word, itās not like you could say anything but his name even if you wanted to. Your orgasm creeps up on you again, dangling in front of you like bait for a fish.
āHyun - Hyunjin please donāt stop. Gonna cum gonna -ā You cry out as he slams into you, filling you to the hilt and staying as still as possible. āPlease please, ās so close please.ā
āNot yet, baby.ā he beckons you with two fingers, motioning for you to sit up. He helps you up, shifting your position so that youāre on top of him. You clench around him at the movement and he hisses at the tight feel of you. Heās close too but he wants you to fall apart on top of him. He wants to see you fall apart up close so that he can fuck his fist to the memory of it for days after.
Ā āRide me, come on.ā A firm slap to your ass makes your hips buck into him as you start to move along his length.Ā
Youāre fucked out, chasing your pleasure desperately on top of a pretty man with a pretty cock. He wraps his arms around you, hugging you against his chest when he suddenly starts fucking up into you. Heās impossibly deep and you find yourself gasping for air against his shoulder. Moans and grunts fill the hot air as you fuck each other. For each thrust into you, you grind down on his cock, keeping him deliciously deep in your cunt. Your teeth mindlessly graze over the slope of his shoulder before you bite down into him. Bite, lick, suck. Thatās the pattern you follow, over and over again. Making him sing for you as his fingers caress your spine.Ā
āCome on, you can do it harder than that.ā He gasps when you accept his challenge, biting into him with a bruising force. His thrusts become more erratic as he nears his climax but heās determined to let you soak his cock before he pulls out. āLook at me, baby.ā
He leans back into the sofa and his hand moves between your bodies once your eyes meet his. His middle and pointer finger rubs circles into your clit while he ruts up into you āYes yes, yes ās so good.āĀ
āYou like my cock, pretty girl?ā The fog in your brain is so thick that you canāt help but to babble as your orgasm climbs up your spine for the third time tonight.
āLove it. Love cock, you -youāre cock. Hyunjin, ām gonna cum o-on your cock.ā He thought that you were breathtaking before but watching you cock drunk and fucked out while youāre bouncing on his dick might be his favorite way to see you.Ā
āGo ahead, cum on my cock.ā With a few more sloppy thrusts your body trembles against him as you come undone on top of him. He fucks you through it, keeping his fingers pressed against your clit as you squirm on top of him. Your vision goes white and thereās a ringing in your ears that blocks out every word of praise that falls from Hyunjinās lips. The only thing that you can register is the pressure of his cock as he simultaneously abuses your cervix and clit.Ā
āHyun- fuck fuckfuck. So much. Too much.ā Once you find the strength to open your eyes you're met with Hyunjin smiling up at you with pinched brows.Ā āYou can take it.ā
āPull my hair, baby.ā Your trembling hands find their way along the familiar path of his scalp seconds after his request. Pulling at his roots with a delicious force that makes Hyunjinās eyes roll back as he licks his lips.
āOh fuck, youāre gonna make me cum.ā Moans and whines fall from you nonstop as he fucks into your swollen and sensitive cunt, the wet sound of your arosual where Hyunjinās cock disappears into you echoes off the walls until he stops, breath hitching in his throat. āCome here.ā
His hand is in your hair before you can protest, lifting you off of him and onto your knees. Your cunt feels so empty without him inside of you. āGonna let me cum on those pretty tits?ā
āYeah, yeah please. Wan' your cum, baby.ā He throws his head back, pumping his slick cock in front of your face while you mindlessly slur praises for him. āYouāre so fucking pretty, please let me have it. Please, I wan' Jinnieās cum.āĀ
āBaby, baby, cumming. Iām fucking cumming.ā You both watch as thick ropes of his cum paints your breasts. Dripping over your nipples and the shiny studs just how Hyunjin pictured it last night. āShit.āĀ
Your panting fills the room as you both take a second to come down from your high. Hyunjin offers you his hand, helping you up from your knees and catching you when you stumble a bit with a chuckle. āLet me clean you up so you can lie down.ā He sits you on the couch, grabbing his sweats and pulling them on before making his way to the bathroom for a wet cloth.Ā
You blink a couple of times, trying your best to adjust to the light around you. Itās dim but everything seemed darker in your fucked out haze. You settle against the armrest of the sofa, smiling like an idiot while the pulsing of your clit reminds you of everything that just happened. Who wouldāve thought that an eyebrow piercing could lead you to having the best fuck of your life. Just as you allow your eyes to flutter shut you feel a heavy vibration under you. With a groan you lift yourself up and search for the source. Itās your jacket, it must be your phone. Oh my gosh, Minho! You sit up with all the strength that you can muster, unlocking your phone and checking your messages.Ā
āEverything alright?ā Hyunjin questions as he kneels in front of you with a warm cloth in hand.
āYup, just fine.ā You grin down at your screen before pushing your phone to the side and allowing Hyunjin to wipe you clean.
From Minho: Knew you werenāt coming back.Ā Ā
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love thy neighbor
member ā fwb! neighbor!joshua x f reader
genre ā smut, light angst, college au, idiots to lovers, happy ending
word count ā 5.1k
synopsis ā there's perks to having your fwb live next door to you, but there's also downsides. like the fact that it's really hard to hide that you're in love with him.
warnings ā descriptions of female anatomy, one mention of periods, masturbation (both reader & joshua), the smut is REALLY quick, premature ejaculation sort of, a little bit of body worship, nicknames (baby, good girl), not really described but implied creampie, they are idiots and they are in love and it's gross and sweet
notes ā tysm to @wongyuseokie & @onlymingyus for help choosing the banner <3 and thanks to @petrichor-han for this idea !! fun fact this was originally going to be for skz han but i figured it would also make a great shua fic so i chose him instead. fun fact #2 i am addicted to giving shua's fics religious titles even when there's no mention of religion in the fic at all lmao. it gives me a giggle like how could i not when it fits so well?? also this is one of my few attempts at angst so if you liked this please reblog or send and ask and lmk how you liked it! hope you enjoy!!
joshua should be asleep right now.Ā
really, he should. itās 11pm on a sunday night and heās got his chemistry lab at 8am tomorrow, and heās still got a couple of assignments that he really needs to catch up on before the final next week.Ā
but then there's that bump against the wall that heās grown so accustomed to, and his eyes fly open.
maybe becoming fuck buddies with your next-door neighbor isn't the smartest idea he's ever had, because this is the fourth time this week he's had to hear your moans as he tries to fall asleep.
the walls are thin, but he's certain that you must not realize just how thin they are, because he can hear every sound you make as clear as day. every whimper, every buzz of your vibrator, even every moan of his name, barely muffled by the wall separating his room from yours. especially every moan of his name. and itās been driving him insane.
really, itās his own fault for trying to be a polite neighbor. he almost wishes that he hadnāt run into you when youād moved into the apartment next door at the beginning of the semester, because then he probably wouldnāt have recognized you at that party during homecoming weekend and got to talking with you.Ā
and because of that he probably wouldnāt have taken you home from said party and given you the best dicking down of your life (your words, not his), and then after that you probably wouldnāt have decided that you wanted to keep fucking him and agreed to become friends with benefits.
except he doesnāt actually wish that at all.
having your situationship live right next door is pretty convenient, after all. youāll shoot him an āomwā text and be waiting at his front door seconds later. he forgot to bring condoms? itāll just take a sec to run home and grab some. when you accidentally leave your panties in his apartment, he can drop them off the same day and then forget about it (he definitely wonāt).Ā
he could probably even just bang on his side of the wall and youād know to come over, but to him thatās a little too far, too impolite. he at least has the decency to send a text first.
a part of him wonders if thatās why youāre so noisy at night, if youāre doing it on purpose and knowing heāll hear it, secretly hoping for him to come knocking at your door. but he doesnāt want to assume, doesnāt want to show up without asking and realize heās been completely wrong this whole time and make himself look like a fool.
so he settles for earplugs instead. because thereās no way he can sit there and listen to the sounds you make and not start thinking about all the times heās been in your bed with you just inches away. and by the time heās cum all over his fist and heās finally worn himself out enough to fall asleep, itās 4am and he has class in the morning and heās wasted an entire night yet again.
heās been inside your apartment dozens of times, enough to know the layout by heart. enough to know that your bedroom sits directly next to his, enough to know that your bed is pushed against that very thin wall the same way his is and that your nightstand with the drawer full of toys is right next to the bed.
oh, heās gotten to know more than just your apartment over the course of the semester. he knows which positions are your favorite (youāve never told him outright, but you always cum harder when he fucks you in missionary). he knows the names you like to be called and the ones you like to call him. he can even tell which vibrator youāre using right now (the red one doesnāt buzz as loud, so you only use it when your favorite purple one is dead. tonight youāre using the purple one.)
but heās also gotten to know the way you smile when you see a cat video, the way your forehead wrinkles when you talk about your calculus professor, and the way you like your pancakes in the morning (though heās never been able to make them for you himself, he swears one day he will. one slice of butter, a ton of syrup, and a handful of cut up strawberries.)
so maybe thatās what makes these nights so unbearable. he can keep lying to himself that it doesnāt bother him, that it wouldnāt bother him as much as it does if he justā¦ didnāt like you.Ā
but, unfortunately, he does like you. and heās stuck with this problem until he finds a way to fix it, but just like in the lab analyses he has to write every week, heās got no ideas. so heāll have to settle for fucking his hand and biting his pillow so you donāt get suspicious of the noises heās making, and hope that his silly little crush goes away on its own.Ā
after all, he isnāt anything to you. albeit a sexual one, heās still just a friend. and heās certain thatās all you want.
god, you wish that joshua could see you right now. youāre certain heād love it.
earlier tonight youād had to physically force yourself to turn your phone off so that you wouldnāt be tempted to text him to come over. youād already texted him on monday night and thursday afternoon, and youād knocked on his door on saturday at practically the crack of dawn because youād woken up thinking about him.
were you embarrassed about it? absolutely, but that wasnāt enough to stop you. okay, maybe sometimes it was, because the girl who lived across the hall had caught you (on multiple occasions) sneaking out of joshuaās apartment twice in one day and you refused to meet him again for nearly a week after that.
but joshua didnāt seem one bit embarrassed by your arrangement. he always gave you a friendly smile and offered to walk you to your door afterwards, which you always declined, and he always made sure to say he looked forward to seeing you again. you even saw him wave at the nosy neighbor girl when heād left your apartment once (which you only remembered because youād spent the rest of the night in tears about it, but not that you were jealous about it or anything).
you felt bad enough meeting up with him so often, but you felt even worse that you didnāt even have a label to show for it. you knew it was probably exactly what heād wanted out of this, just somebody to call for a quick fuck, but it made you mad. it was why you got so angry about the girl across the hall; because you knew everybody loved joshua, so of course he couldnāt love only you.Ā
he was hot and he was in a frat and he probably had a hundred girls he could call if he wanted to. with how often you text him to fuck, plus the other people heās probably seeing? heās gotta be exhausted.
which is why most nights you opt for touching yourself instead. in the months since you first met joshua, your vibrators have been going through batteries a lot faster than usual, a fact youāre not exactly proud of but will own up to nonetheless.
itās not your fault that the image of him leaning over you, his thin gold chain dangling in your face as he fucks you is burned into your head practically 24 hours of the day. or the fact that his voice plays on repeat in your brain, specifically that one time he called you ābabyā and you came so hard you nearly passed out.Ā
so really, itās actually his fault that heās constantly on your mind. his fault for being sexyā¦ or your fault for falling for him?
either way, you find yourself yet again with your pussy stuffed full of your own fingers and your favorite purple vibrator on your clit (you remembered to charge it last night, after you came to the thought of joshua fucking you on your kitchen counter), wishing he could be there to see it.
you close your eyes and picture him in front of you, holding the vibrator against your clit as he grins down at you. such a good girl, heād say, brushing his thumb over your nipple with his free hand. you love this, donāt you?
āfuck, yes, joshua,ā you reply, gasping as you push your fingers deeper inside. you arch off the bed a little, pushing your head back against your pillow. youāve learned that he loves it when you call him by his full name instead of āshuaā or ājoshā; you donāt know why, but it always seems to drive him crazy, and you never fail to leave his apartment sore in all the best places afterwards.
you spread your legs a little wider and moan, rolling your cheek to the side as you imagine him fucking you with his fingers instead of your own. i can tell youāre getting close, imaginary joshua says with a smirk, his hand cupped against your pussy as he thrusts his fingers in and out at a bruising pace.
āmhm,ā you whimper, curling your fingers and trying to convince yourself that it feels as good as when he does it. āplease, joshuaāā
you turn your vibrator up to the highest setting, your hips canting into the air as you squeeze your eyes tighter shut. you can feel the waves beginning to wash over you and you repeat his name like a plea, chanting it over and over until you canāt form words anymore.
cum for me, baby, all over my fingers, he says, and your mouth falls open as you let go, your knee accidentally smacking against the wall as your legs shake with pleasure. you keep your vibrator held firmly against your clit until it sends you over the edge again, still riding the high of your first orgasm as you struggle to breathe through it. joshua loves to overstimulate you, until all you can do is weakly push at his hands and beg him to leave your exhausted cunt alone.
the post-orgasm clarity soon starts to hit and youāre left with the realization that you just got off from pretending your neighbor is just as in love with you as you are with him. absolutely pathetic.Ā
but your eyes are starting to droop and youāre quickly finding that youāre too tired to stay awake to think about how much of a loser you are, so you tuck your favorite vibrator back into its spot in your drawer and put your pajamas back on and tuck yourself into bed, trying not to wish joshua was there beside you instead of infinitely far away on the other side of the wall.
when joshua wakes up the next morning, he half expects you to be waiting outside his door again.
of course anyone would be annoyed at being woken up by their neighbor before 7am, but then youād sheepishly told him that youād had the most insane wet dream about him and heād been more than happy to let you come in and bounce yourself on his lap while he watched the early morning sunlight stream through his bedroom window onto your cheeks.Ā
pretty much the perfect morning, in his eyes, except for the fact that you hadnāt slept in his bed with him. you never sleep over and itās obvious why, but maybe itās for good reason: he wonāt get so attached to you.
unfortunately, though, this morning you arenāt waiting for him, so he trudges to his kitchen to make himself one lonely cup of coffee and one lonely stack of frozen waffles and get ready for his day.
heās started noticing patterns about when and why you text him, and he finds himself checking his phone all day.Ā
on mondays, because you have all your classes on those days and youāre already exhausted so why not get fucked within an inch of your life before you settle in for the night?
on thursdays, usually in the afternoons because both your schedules happen to line up where heās just finished his work shift and youāre on your break between classes so it leaves the perfect amount of time for him to eat you out.
if you have a particularly hectic morning youāll text him right away and ask him if heād come over once you get home that night, and heāll reply that he canāt wait with a big red heart emoji.
in fact, most of the times you want to see him is when youāre stressed or upset, which makes sense to him but at the same time makes him a little disappointed. he hopes that youād want to see him on your happiest days, because any day he gets to see you is automatically his happiest day. but he supposes thatās where youāve drawn the line, and heāll have to be okay with that.
joshuaās restless through his chem lab this morning, and then his english lecture, and then his shift at work, not-so patiently awaiting you to ask him about his plans tonight.
but you donāt text him at all on monday, and you donāt text him on tuesday, either. he catches you going into your apartment at the same time heās leaving on wednesday, and he waves as usual but you just give him a small nod and hurriedly close your door behind you. heās almost positive youāll text him on thursday, but your lunch hour comes and goes without a word.
he almost never texts you first, because you text him so often and most of the time heās already thinking about you anyway. so when sunday rolls around again and he still hasnāt heard anything from you, he thinks maybe youāre waiting for him to say something first this time.
he knows youāve been home, because heās heard your friends coming and going. maybe youāve just been busy with other things and didnāt mean to ghost him. sure, you get together pretty often, but that doesnāt mean itāll happen every single week. plans change and thatās fine, and it is right before finals week after all.Ā
but even when youāre on your period and arenāt in the mood to see him, you usually send a text as a heads up, and heās definitely not keeping track or anything but this week shouldnāt be one of them. heās going through every possibility he can think of as to why youāve seemingly disappeared, but he just canāt find a reason why.
but then he realizes something else; heās stopped hearing you at night, too. and then he really starts to worry, because he remembers how upset you looked when he saw you in the hall and maybe something really awful happened to you and heās been pouting in his room like a selfish idiot this whole time.
so he pulls up your contact, cursor blinking over the text box as he tries to figure out what to say.
hey, he decides on, and heās surprised but happy when you read the message right away.Ā
he waits a moment, but you donāt respond, so he texts again. you can talk to me, you know? about other stuff. iām your friend.
he shakes his head and deletes that last sentence before pressing send. you read it immediately again, but itās a long and agonizing few minutes before you reply.
okay
he frowns, not knowing what to say back. did i do something and make you mad? you seem upset and iām sorry.
itās nothing. donāt worry
joshua wants to say, but i do worry, but he knows that might be too far and heās still not even sure whatās wrong.Ā
so instead he stands up and walks out his front door, leaving his phone on his bed. he may be an idiot, but the least he can do is try to act like your friend.
you donāt answer when he knocks, so he calls your name. āi know youāre home, i can hear you through the wall.ā
finally the lock clicks, and you open your door just a crack. āwhat do you mean, you can hear through the wall?ā
he pauses. āi can hear youā¦ walking around, and stuff. making noise. the walls are thin.ā so you really didnāt know? oh god, now he feels like an asshole for listening, even if he was trying not to.
āoh. well.ā you sigh and close your eyes, inhaling. āthatās embarrassing.ā
ācan we talk?ā joshua asks, suddenly feeling exposed. heās plenty comfortable in large groups of people, but when heās around you he wants to hold you tight and keep you secret and safe, out of sight of any wandering eyes. standing out in the hallway where anyone could hear is not how heād like this to go.
āsure,ā you mumble, swinging your door open for him to come inside.
you close the door but donāt move from behind it, standing like youāre waiting for him to say something. so he does.
ālisten. i know whatever this is, is messy,ā he starts, gesturing between the two of you. ābut youāre my friend, and i care about you and i want you to be happy.ā he sighs. āso please tell me whatās wrong, because not texting you has been really weird, and if you want to end this then thatās fine and iāll leave you alone, but donāt just ghost me. weāre still neighbors and iām not a fan of awkward hallway conversations.ā
you crack a smile for a second, but it quickly fades. ādo you want to end this?ā
āno, not really. but i donāt want you to feel like you have to keep doing this if you donāt like it.ā
āi thought it was pretty obvious i did like it,ā you say with an almost laugh.Ā
he stares at you quietly. āthen whatās going on?ā
āi want to keep doing this, but i justā¦ i donāt think i can,ā you say, avoiding his eyes. āat least not like this.ā
āwhat do you mean, ālike thisā?ā
ājoshua, because i like you. and i feel awful because i know weāre not on the same page and it feels like iām taking advantage of you because you probably have a dozen other women telling you the exact same thing and itās probably exhausting and itās not what you want!ā
his face contorts in shock at your words. āwell, first, thatās not at all true. and second of all, stop trying to guess what i want without just talking to me. what is it that you want?ā
āyou! i donāt know. i donāt know what i want anymore,ā you say, covering your face with your hands.Ā
joshuaās not sure if he should hug you or not, but he really, really wants to. āis that all thatās been bothering you this week?ā he asks softly.
āyeah,ā you say, moving your hands but still avoiding his eyes. āitās stupid. i know, and iām sorry.ā
he laughs, and you look up at him like heās crazy. āyou donāt have anything to be sorry for,ā he says. āiām sorry. because for months iāve been wishing we could change this but i never said anything because this is what i thought you wanted.ā
you keep staring at him, but he canāt read the emotion on your face. āsoā¦ what is this, then?ā
āiāll be whatever you want me to be for you. your fuck buddy, or your friend, or your boyfriend, whatever.ā
āyou really donāt see other people?ā you ask, still unsure.
now itās joshuaās turn to look at you like youāre crazy. āno, why would i want to? i donāt care if you do, but with how often you text me it sounds like you donāt, either.ā
āi just figuredā nevermind,ā you sigh.
ācan i give you a hug?ā he asks after a minute. āweāve been sleeping together the whole semester, and i donāt think iāve ever given you a real, proper hug.ā
you smile, and seeing that instantly makes his day. āyes, please.ā
his arms feel secure around you, and his chest is warm against your cheek. with a sigh you close your eyes, breathing in the smell of his cologne that youāve been trying to push out of your brain for weeks.
you stand there for a while, neither of you making any moves to pull away. it's been a really, really long week without joshua and you didnāt realize how badly you missed him until this moment.
āso about the walls thingāā
āhm?ā he mumbles.
āāyou can really hear everything?ā
he laughs. āoh, yeah. your bedroom is right next to mine. been having trouble sleeping for so long because i kept hearing you moan my name and it got me hard every time.ā
your cheeks burn in embarrassment. ājoshua, iām so sorry! if i had knownāā
he shakes his head, cutting you off. āyou can make it up to me by telling me everything you were thinking about.ā
āprobably nothing you don't already know,ā you grin shyly.
āprobably, but i wanna hear you say it anyway.ā
you lean away from him a little bit, releasing your arms from around him to rest against his chest. āi should've known this is why you wanted to come over,ā you say, pretending to be mad, but you can already feel the tingling feeling building up in your stomach at the thought.
āit's not,ā he replies smoothly, ābut i did miss waking up to you knocking on my door.ā
you pout. āthat was only that one time!ā
ādoesn't mean it has to be the last.ā
heat creeps up into your cheeks and you glance away from him, gaze trained on his shoulder.Ā
āyou really wanna know what i was thinking about?ā you ask, finally building up the courage to look back up at his face.
āof course i do.ā his eyes are sparkling as he watches you, and you can't exactly identify the emotion but you know it makes your heart flutter.
āwell,ā you start, āit was different every time, but most of the time it started like this.ā you trail your hands down his torso, pausing when they reach his hips. he stays silent, eyes fixed on your movements and a little smile on his face that you don't think he even realizes he's doing.
āand thenā¦ā you look down, a little surprised to notice the bulge in his pants already there. you place your hand over him gently and look up, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn't stop you.
you clear your throat and start again. āand then, you'd sit on the couch and let me gag on your cock for a while.ā
you start to push on his hips, backing him into your living room. heās enjoying this way more than he should be, but then again, you basically just confessed your love to him so itās kind of the best day of his life.
the back of his thighs hits the arm rest of your couch, but before you can move him any further his hands pull you flush against his body, his bulge pressing into your stomach.Ā
āhow about we skip that part for another day?ā he says, his voice low. ātell me what happens after.ā
you try your best to hold back a moan, suddenly losing your ability to speak. you can practically feel his cock throbbing through his clothes and it makes it impossible to come up with a coherent sentence.
ādonāt get shy on me now, baby,ā he hums, hands still firmly gripping your hips, and if your brain hadnāt short-circuited already then it definitely has now. ābeen hearing you in your room for weeks, i know how loud you like to be.ā
āthatās not fair,ā you finally manage, still trying to collect your thoughts.
joshua leans forward to kiss your neck, gently at first but quickly growing harsher, and youāre sure he can feel your pulse jump every time his teeth graze your skin.Ā
āfuck, just like that,ā you whimper, āexactly like that, shuaāā
after a minute he hums and glances up at you through his lashes, clearly waiting for you to keep talking.
āweād make out for a while, and then youāyouād fuck me on the floor,ā you gasp out. joshua moans against your skin, and itās only then that you realize your hands have found their way to his hair, tugging on it to urge him on.
your fingers loosen and he pulls away, the corners of his lips wet with saliva. āon the floor? you deserve better than that, baby,ā he tsks. ācan i take you to bed instead?ā
āplease,ā you whine softly, suddenly feeling unbearably eager to fuck him. all week youāve been using every last ounce of your energy to avoid thinking about joshua, but now that heās here in front of you and way too willing to play into your fantasies, all the emotions youāve been holding in are spilling out, and you donāt feel like containing them anymore.
you grab his hand and itās like you canāt make it to your room fast enough, falling onto your bed and pulling him down on top of you. by then youāve both forgotten the conversation you were having before because youāre too busy desperately pressing your lips against his, barely remembering to breathe as he kisses you and kisses you and kisses you and what were you even talking about again?
your brain is clouded when he finally pulls away with a gasp, kissing your cheek and your neck once more. his hands slip beneath your shirt and tug it over your head, making his way between your breasts and down your stomach and leaving more kisses as he goes. your skin burns with each touch, gentle lips and not-so-gentle hands covering every inch of you until you feel like your whole body is on fire.
he sits up just long enough to pull his own shirt off and now itās your turn to touch, your hands instantly finding his chest as you trace your fingertips down his abs.
āhow do you want me?ā joshua groans, his hands joining yours at his hips to help him push his pants to the ground.
āfuckā¦ missionary? just like this?ā you say as you kick your pants and panties off in a rush, wrapping your legs around his waist.
his cock brushes against your stomach and you sigh out a moan, your hands moving up to grab at his biceps. he doesnāt say another word as he runs his tip through your folds, his attention fixated on your pussy and how youāre already dripping for him. for a second he forgets where he is and what heās doing, so engrossed with the sight of you and how fucking glad he is that he didnāt lose you because youāre both idiots that assume too much about what the other wants instead of communicating your feelings like normal adults.
you let out a little noise and his eyes flick back up to your face, his gaze immediately softening at the blissful expression on your face. to think, he couldāve been seeing you like this the whole time if he had the balls to admit how he felt sooner. but thereās plenty of time for him to pout about it later because right now you need him, and he needs you, too, so why waste time thinking about that when he can think about how good you look taking his cock?
he leans down because he canāt resist kissing your beautiful face one more time, and finally he pushes into you, letting out a loud whine at the same time you moan his name. the sound of your voices joined together goes straight to his dick as he pulls almost all the way out, thrusting back into you with renewed energy.
ābabyā fuck,ā he groans, his grip on your body tightening as his thrusts begin to grow faster and rougher. āso good to me.ā
you clench hard around him at the nickname, clinging onto him as you squeeze your eyes shut.
and then without warning everything hits you all at once, and you go boneless in his arms as he whimpers and groans and gasps and holds you tight and he probably told you he loves you about a million times as he was cumming too but you canāt hear anything as you lay exhausted on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with your ears ringing.
even with his shaking hands you can still feel the gentleness in joshuaās touch as you start to come back down, the warmth of his breath on your cheek as his fingers lightly brush your hair out of your face, feeling him twitch inside you before he slowly pulls out.Ā
with his own orgasm following just barely after yours that was probably some kind of record for the fastest round ever, but you donāt even have the strength to care. so what if he usually fucks you for hours on end? all you care about is the fact that heās tracing your collarbones with a fucked-out little smile on his face and itās probably the cutest thing youāve ever seen in your entire life.
with a soft grunt he stands up, and you call out his name with all the energy you have left.
ājoshua?ā
āmhm?ā
ācan you stay?ā you ask, and somehow you both know youāre talking about more than just for the next few minutes.
he smiles. āwouldnāt wanna be anywhere else.ā and when he comes back with a towel and a wet wipe and apologizes for how fast it all was and promises to give you more whenever you want because heās officially yours now, you know heās telling the truth.
even when heās doing nothing at all, joshua never fails to make your head spin.Ā
laying in the dark with you, his fingers absentmindedly twirling your hair as you snuggle into his chest, you canāt even begin to find the words to explain how good it feels knowing he loves you and you love him back.Ā
but it doesnāt seem like he needs words right now. all he needs is you.
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How do you feel about Milsiril? Like what do you think of her interactions between the canaries, her goals, her intentions and morality? I keep seeing people with mixed feelings about her, some saying she's just toxic or morally grey or doing bad but with good intentions or that she's just a mentally ill and literally so much more, also with the comic about Otta calling Milsiril love for her children/Kabru as just love for a pet, I always saw people take it at face value and say yes, Milsiril did love them more as pets instead of children, did she take up raising/adopting non-elf children because she felt like none of them could ridicule her like the elves did because they didn't know what an elf was supposed to be like (and also because they were children) or did she inherently view them as less? I mean the canaries and I'm pretty sure almost all of the cast in dungeon meshi have some sort perspective on different races especially because how they were taught about them, i just think it was interesting to finally see someone interpret it as Otta just misinterpreting Milsiril, I'm just really interested in her, i think shes neat, sorry for the rant!
Ooh, well to preface this, I hadn't really realized Milsiril was such a controversial character before my last post, I kinda live under a rock. She's really not a character I had given much thought besides what I wrote there before it, but I can do my best to express what I have thought since, with sources for it. I'm not sure what order to go thru so I'll just go by manga appearances and then extras, this will probably be quite a long post
This is the first time she shows up in the manga (ch55) Kabru is wondering about what future they might have if the elves take them into custody because of the ancient magic, he thinks about Milsiril as a get out of jail card, and mentions "There's a chance they would make us become permanent resident of the elven lands." with the image of Milsiril holding him. I don't think that means she would be the one to not let them leave, since this would probably be an legal issue, and the fact Milsiril lives away from other Elves. It does set up that Milsiril is quite overprotective tho, with Kabru's reaction to her teary hug. (rest is under a cut)
The next time she shows up is in ch61 right after Kabru falls down the dungeon along with Mithrun, he faints and has this flashback
She's being her overbearing self treating Kabru's small injury as if its something you need to be in bed for, hand feeding him like he's a toddler, and when he insists he wants to learn how to fight and be strong like her, she hugs him revealing to us for the first time her arm scars, she's cleary in distress too, so you wonder "what has happened to her?"
It continues in the next pages, as she tells him to stay there, where it's safe and there's cake, and describes the bad things he might encounter. Until he tells her he will go with or without her help
Honestly this is a Kabru we don't see often, this is the version of him that is usually in thought bubbles, he's blowing out in frustation over being smothered and demanding straight up what he wants, instead of trying to manipulate Milsiril, very blunt for him. Milsiril seems to flip a switch into battle mode, when she decides to train him for real.
I really thought this was funny, the visual of these cuddly toys and this Mom that was being so soft just a second ago completely flipping into something menacing is very amusing to me. She says "I'll give you an exhaustive, thorough training in how to use a sword... until you finally decide that you're ready to give up." although it sounds cruel, it seems she really trained him as best she could to make sure he would survive the dungeon. If he couldn't take the training with her there was no way he would be able to take on the dungeon, but he could, so much so that he managed to make her let him go. I can see this being seen as her trying to prevent him from going but to me it seems more like some tough love from a traumatized war veteran in this case.
The last thoughts he has is admitting his Mom was right, "Not only were there plenty of traps, monsters, and malice... but there were times when I felt so hungry and cold that I couldn't stand it."
And he concludes with "I never once thought that I wanted to go back there. That room where I could eat all the cake that I wanted..." While I can understand the interpretation that he means he would rather go thru all this than go back, perhaps cause he hated it there, I think it's rather a statement to how committed he is to defeating the dungeon, the visuals show him in rubble vs him in a soft big bed, the rough reality he fought to be able to face and the comfyness of what his life could be. Plus is mirroring exactly what Milsiril said to him. Admitting she was right about the bad things but that he won't give up for the safe easy life he had.
After that visuals of Milsiril are used while Kabru tries to sus out Mithrun but she shows up again in Mithrun's backstory.
Here she's straight up called Gloomy, which wasn't really the version of her we saw so far, gotta remember this is also how Mithrun saw her and that she was called gloomy as a way of bullying. Kabru mostly cuts off her part in the story until the end, when she's the one to find Mithrun after he was eaten by the demon
She doesn't really care much for Mithrun as we see in some extras, and she was ready to mercy kill him, but she is also the one to spare his life. This could be seen as her thinking he can still be of use, and it's how it sounds with how Kabru tells the story, but I do think this was also a merciful act, Mithrun was in rehabilitation for 20 years after being saved, by the time he was actually useful for anything Milsiril had already left the canaries and adopted Kabru.
Now for extras... About Mithrun/The Canaries, Milsiril was cleary someone that hated the people around her. This is her extra in the Adventurer's Bible
Milsiril seems to be the type that hates "popular kids" so to say, her description says she was bullied by other elves for being so introverted so I believe she holds a grudge against people like Mithrun that seem to have succeeded where she failed. But realizing he was a twisted person like her seemed to make her feel more sympathetic towards him, that's why I think she really did act with mercy when she saves Mithrun, he's now someone she sees as similar to her, she sees he also suffered like her
Her decription also mentions she left the canaries specifically because she was disgusted with how the Utaya situation was dealt with. Yet it seems like she came back to help Mithrun with his rehabilitation once she quits.
There's an interpretation to be made that she did this only to get "revenge" on the demon since she just saw the destruction of Utaya, and that she's using him. On the other hand maybe she wants to help him find a motivation to live, she's no longer a canary and she has time to actually help him now. I don't know which one is the truth but it's not obviously something self-serving if you ask me. Especially in the context that right before this scene Milsiril admits she wishes they could have talked before.
My interpretation of her relationship with the canaries and other elves is that she's someone depressed that was mistreat for her 'quirky' side, the dolls are clearly one of the ways she used to cope with anxiety/depression but it only caused her to be bullied by her own kin, she's the daughter of an important family and it's shown in other extras, including one about Mithrun, that nobles often send out the kids they don't want around to become canaries. It's an easy way to get rid of someone undesirable and I think it was the case for Milsiril. (Pattadol even assumes her parents love her less than her sisters for sending her to join the canaries).
No wonder than that now that she's finally free from the canaries she chose to seek her own happiness away from the society she felt she could never fit into, she clearly likes to take care of children too, I think it's mean to assume she only likes them because she feels superior to them when there's no indication that this is the case.
And I don't think it's a coincidence she's so overprotective of Kabru after Utaya, it's literally the tragedy that was the breaking point for her, and he's a surviving small child from that tragedy, Milsiril cares about Kabru and wanted him to have a comfortable safe life after everything he went thru...
This ended up getting way too long so I'll make second part tomorrow about the rest of the extras and Kabru, and some other things I've seen said about Milsiril, but to answer the questions...
I don't think she treats her children as pets, Otta is just salty she was called out for dating like Leo Dicaprio.
Every single dungeon meshi character can be called morally grey because they all have flaws that in our world can be considered unforgivable, but they don't live in our world. To me Milsiril is doing her best in the context she lives in.
Who even is neurotypical in dungeon meshi, Milsiril is yet another flavour of a neurodivergent traumatized character among so many.
I believe she thought of the other canaries, especially Mithrun, as the same type of people that were cruel to her, probably because some of them really were, but that she generalized it to the point she thinks of all of them as bad by default. You can only get hurt so many times before you assume everyone will hurt you.
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ā that italicized āohā moment with f1 boys.
Ė ā LANDO NORRIS
the sudden display of affection. when youāre so happy because of something and when heās so happy because youāre so happy, and you excitedly jump into each otherās arms; itās a very soft āohā first, relishing how warm this is and also thinking how you never want to let go because this feels like home, thatās when it hits:Ā oh. the earlier excitement has waned, replaced by something else entirely as you linger in each otherās embrace.
Ė ā DANIEL RICCIARDO
that moment when your gazes lock in a loud, crowded room. at first it starts off with a few casual sentences and before you both know it, the conversation flows so perfectly despite the rowdiness and chaos surrounding the two of you, and between a witty retort and an embarrassingly loud abrupt laugh, your eyes meet and itās likeĀ oh.Ā ohĀ indeed.
Ė ā CARLOS SAINZ
when he sees you, truly sees you for the first time.Ā he finds it incredulous how heād never noticed the way the shade of your eyes shines in the sun or the way your laughter sounds like poetry in summertime. itās like youāve been friends for years and yet until this moment, heād never looked at you. but now, suddenly, everything makes sense: the effortless smiles that find him when youāre being your idiotic self, the stupid excuses he tried to find just to be close to you, and the quiet pang in his heart when youāre being a little too friendly with someone else. it all makes sense now and the only thing he can say isĀ oh.
Ė ā CHARLES LECLERC
the accidental i love you. the words spilled out of him without warning, without a second thought. he hadnāt meant to say it but he did mean it.Ā as a friend, he internally tried to reason, feeling both panicked and strangely calm. but you looked into his eyes and he looked back, and you both resigned you were in deep trouble becauseĀ oh.
Ė ā LEWIS HAMILTON
when youāre vulnerable with each other. you hesitantly tell him something youāve never had the courage to tell anyone before. and instead of wincing or recoiling from you, he simply nods and listens. and you let out a sound thatās almost like laughter ā half surprised and half delighted. and you realize all at once how special this is, how special he is, how light you feel after letting that out. andĀ oh, you think. if you werenāt certain before if youāre in love with him, you are now. so hopelessly, gratefully, and blessedly in love.
Ė ā OSCAR PIASTRI
the first kiss.Ā itās all easy smiles, teasing smirks, and playful, challenging gazes. until the kiss. his mind empties; thereās no thought of what exactly happened to lead up to this or what to do when things get awkward between you afterwards. thereās only the feeling of your lips against his, and the feel of your hair and skin as he cradles your face and kisses you deeper. head empty, really, except for a very happy and slightly startledĀ oh.
Ė ā MAX VERSTAPPEN
only when someone indirectly points it out. because heās too oblivious that he leaves his own feelings no choice but to gradually worm their way. then heās talking to someone about love ā how the topic got there, he has no idea ā but heās listening to the person describe a quote theyāve heard from somewhere and max finds that he relates to it a little too much and his mind keeps going to you and just like that, it hits him. beneath all the āfriendlyā touches,Ā iām-boredĀ late night phone calls, and bellyaching laughter, thereās something more.Ā oh.
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I really do think that ONE hit the nail on the head when he made reigen. he's a conman. when things aren't going his way his immediate reaction is to beat the other person up and it somehow always works. he violates every working law immaginable. he is so unreasonably lucky for no reason. his best friends are an autistic middle schooler, an evil spirit and an ex-terrorist. he pays his workers pennies and is worried theyll join a union. he lives in a shitty one bedroom apartment. he gets drunk off of no alcohol. hes constantly surrounded by other autistic middle schoolers. he has no real, functioning adult friends. he has a license but hasn't used it in 10 years, and when he did use it, it was to take a bunch of kids to meet aliens. he's written his own biography. God hates him. his family hates him. he hates himself. and yet there's a psychic kid with a bowl cut who looks up to him with nothing but admiration. he throws salt at evil spirits and people if they annoy him. he would protect his students no matter what, and has almost died multiple times to help them. the only thing that makes him happy are dogs. in fact, he had a dog before, and it was eaten. he's canonically sexy and depressed, but also very, very ugly and sweaty. he's tried to shoot and kill a man not because he was super evil and trying to take over the world, but because he was hurting his kid.Ā he was told he would go to hell and couldn't care less. he met real aliens and all he could think about was how he was gonna pay his bills. he has god awful posture. he smokes cigarettes but never smokes in front of the kids. he wrote his will by age 29. all the animators wanna fuck him. he gets no bitches canonically. he's ONEs favorite character but he always makes him want to kill himself. he was doxxed. he was cancelled on Twitter. he entered a wack a mole competition and won 4th place. children make fun of him. he describes himself with having motherly love. no one likes him. everyone loves him. the anime designer draws him starting from his ass -> waist -> back because "it's like running your tongue over his body". his theme song sounds like a mario kart course track. he's so utterly pathetic.
plus he's just a genuinely good person and he's one of the best characters ONEs ever created??? genius.
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Hi! Finally able to request. I really enjoy your work!
Can you try a creator who use their power through music (like singing or playing instrument) in an Imposter-AU with the Archons? (The voice of the Creator is heard as the sound of nature like wind or water, though. No one knows their true voice)
Thank you so much.
šMerry Christmasš
Welcome @peaceindreams ! I'll see what I can do with Your Request :D
Also VERY LATE Merry ChristmasāI'm writing this a few days after Christmas.
Archons Realize Reader is a MUSICIAN WOAHHH
To be honest, you were kinda just minding your business when the Archons found you and your ever-singing glory.
They SHOOKETH so good job! Let's nitpick at their reactions! >:)
(Warning: Might be OOC!)
Venti
Wisp boi HELLA SHOOKETH. But he also happi boi so good job!
Wants to hear your voice sing and not the wind just continues to gently smack his face. Don't get him wrong, he's probably the only one who can actually listen and understand and compute with what you're singing, but like he really wants to hear your actual voice. He thinks it'll be such a treat!
"Your Graceee...Is there a way to let these humble gods hear your voice? Pleaseee? This bard will make a ballad about it and the world shall start spewing about it right after!~ Hehe, it'll be a big hit, one as grand as your visage!"
He really wants to hear you sing now. Good luck explaining that you got no control over dis :)
Zhongli
GRANDPA ABSOLUTELY SHOOKETH. But he finds it pleasant to see that you're having fun and enjoying your time in Teyvat.
Unlike the airhead beside him, he cannot understand what you are singing, and he feels kinda disappointed that he can't enjoy it too. He would share the memoryā
Ahem, anyways. Loves it, 100%. Bro's a huge supporter even though he legit has, like, zero comprehension of the situation. He's also giving Venti some bombasic side-eyes.
"Your Grace, please do not be pressured by this wind god. While it would be a stunning blessing, do NOT feel like you owe us anything." You know those memes where like, one person is forcing someone's head to bow while they bow to apologize to whoever got offended? Yeah, it's that one meme except it's Zhongli making Venti bow for his idiocy.
Grandpa wants to hear your voice fr this time, but bro's not gonna force it upon you. Grandpa will, nevertheless, share the memory over osmanthus wine, because "Osmanthus wine tastes the same as Iā"
Ei
Raiden Ei, Raiden Ei...I honestly think she feels like she doesn't DESERVE to hear you sing. Like, she feels like she just intruded on your personal space and she crossed some sort of line.
But the wind's pleasant and all of the surrounding area is practically glowing as you sing. Your voice practically carries throughout the place, becoming the nature, the water, the wind, everything.
"Your Grace, you need not heed to the request at all. We are more blessed to be in your presence enough." As much as she's getting more and more used to the present times of Teyvat, she's still kinda stuck in her ways a little. She still thinks of you highly and does not let her beliefs falter.
She really doesn't think she deserves to hear your voice, but she is also very curious. Never wants to push though because she's old-school.
Puppet Shogun looking at this and going "This will be forever engraved in eternity" as Ei is shaking the Puppet Shogun by the shoulders like "NO, WE SHOULD NOT BE HEARING THIS WHAT KIND OF PROGRAM ARE YOU ON I DID NOT PROGRAM YOU LIKE THISā"
All in all? Mental crisis! :D
Nahida
Cute god loves you! She loves how the flowers bloom, how the wind flows, how the water speaksānot even analogies can describe the amazingness of it all!
She's grinning so wide with such wholesome-wide eyes, like an actual child discovering music for the first time or smth ykwim? IT'S ADORABLE IS WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY.
"Your Grace...is it possible if we could see this more? You don't have to, of course, but this is really amazing!" She's practically GLOWING with excitement and nervousness. While Nahida wants to hear you sing and see you enjoying your time, she doesn't want to push boundaries!
Safe to say, she'll support whatever your answer will be!
Furina
Girl's flabbergasted. She thinks she might have been sent to both celestia and hell because it was hard to compute whether she was trespassing or if she was being blessed.
Furina is utterly speechless to how your voice alone commands presence and power without even needing to try so hard. Anyone, absolutely anyone, can tell you are truly the Almighty Creator.
Though she's retired from being the Hydro Archon, she still has the slight dramatic flare she has had for 500 years. And she's got to say, she absolutely loved your performance!
"Your Grace, if I could humbly suggest a request on the behest of the follow archons beside me." Furina dramatically bows a little. "May we be humbled by your presence, and continue to gaze upon our unfathomed eyes of what a real god can truly do in the likes of the world? I'm sure this will bring many beautiful pieces of artābe it music, visual arts, dramatic arts, and so on!" Girlie doesn't realize she made a beautiful monologue about your singing on the spot, but one thing's for sureāshe loves you and you singing, even if her ears can't understand it. It was still a beautiful piece.
After all, she was the All-Powerful Hydro Archon before she retired. She knows power and art when she sees it, and you bypass all forms of mortal concepts. You're practically her favorite musician!
Please grace herāI mean themāwith your singing! It's too beautiful to miss!
Ghost Rebel Side Notes: I am SAD I couldn't finish this when it was still AROUND CHRISTMAS SOBBING, but I hope y'all like this post, though! Hopefully my next post won't take too longābut I'm not gonna say anything because rn I'm EATING those words up like it's for breakfast lolāI'll see you all next time :)
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