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heart-of-the-morningstar · 20 days

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Dress Up: Part 3 Preview

Hope you enjoy this preview for Part 3 babes and please don't kill me!

No active warnings but you may be able to infer some things by the end hehe~

As promised, Lucifer behaved himself for the rest of the reception. He was always very good about keeping his promises with you. Although, you had piqued his curiosity when you had mentioned the little "proposition" you had for him later in the evening. He was insatiable. And you loved it!

"C'mon, love, at least give me a hint!" Lucifer begged while you were in between conversations with the hotel patrons. "Do you think it's fair to keep secrets from your husband?" He latched onto your waist and pressed a kiss to your cheek, a little laugh escaping your lips. "I'll just keep kissing you until you tell me!" Sure enough, he began to pepper small pecks across your face, finally forcing you to push him away gently.

"All good things to those who wait, Lucifer," you teased, taking his one hand and leading him towards the bar. "We just have to say goodbye to a few more people, okay? And you're one to talk! You still haven't told me where we're going for our honeymoon!"

He chuckled, bringing your hand up to his lips. "I'm the Devil, sweetheart; deception is in my job description, or so I've been told." You rolled your eyes playfully and made your towards your new daughter-in-law.

"Charlie!," you greeted, bringing her into a warm embrace. "Thank you for this. You did an incredible job. This was everything I could have hoped for and more."

"Oh, there's no need to thank me!," Charlie beamed. "Everyone here worked super hard to make sure everything turned out perfect!"

"You're too modest, Charlie dear," Lucifer complimented. "Anything you touch turns out absolutely perfect. And I shouldn't expect anything less from my little girl!"

"Thanks, dad. I-I love you two so much!" Charlie's eyes started to well up with tears as she brought you both in for a hug. "Oh, dad! Did you tell her about the surprise?!"

Lucifer shook his head. "I haven't, but we're just about to head out right about...now!" With a snap of his fingers, a portal appeared behind the trio. You went to turn your head but Lucifer used his hand to turn your face back towards him. "No peaking!" Without warning, you felt your legs give out beneath you as Lucifer scooped you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest and smiling down at you. “Thank you all for a wonderful day,” he called out to everyone. “It’s certainly one we’ll never forget. We’ll be back in a few days time. PLEASE don’t burn the hotel down while we’re gone!” He turned around to face the portal and leaned down towards you. “Close your eyes for me,” he whispered against your ear. You did as he said and let your eyelids fall.

You felt the subtle jostling of Lucifer’s movement as he carried you through the portal. He only took a few more steps before he stopped completely. Wherever you were, you felt a slight breeze hit your skin. You guessed you must be outside somewhere. But Lucifer’s footsteps sounded like they were hitting tile flooring. Before you could try to rationalize further, you felt your husband’s lips graze your earlobe.

“You can open your eyes now,” he cooed.

Your eyes shot open, Lucifer’s grinning face was the first thing you saw as he finally set you back down on your feet. You were right about being outside. Kind of. You were on a balcony. The footsteps you heard earlier made sense now. But you saw something else that had completely caught your attention. The sky above you wasn't red. It was a deep blue. You turned to Lucifer in confusion. "Where are we?"

"Surprise!" he nearly shouted, gripping your hips and twirling you around before placing you back down. "Welcome to the Lust ring, my darling!"

You blinked at him a few times before looking back over the railing, smiling eagerly. "So this is what you've been hiding from me?"

"It is," Lucifer spoke as he pulled you flush to his chest. "Do you remember how I said that you're no longer bound to the rules that govern sinners? This is part of that deal! You're free to travel anywhere as my Queen, and that includes the other six rings of Hell! Not that I would recommend most of them. But Asmodeus-"

"Wait, Asmodeus?" you questioned, "The Sin of Lust?"

"Yes! Although I usually just refer to him Ozzie. He's one of the only Sins I get along with. But anyway, he's the one who put us up in this lovely room for the next few days. I told him I was getting married and well, he practically insisted on letting us use his Honeymoon Suite at the hotel he owns here. Told me I needed to 'put the room to good use'." Lucifer flashed a smug grin before leaning in to capture your lips. He picked you up once more and carried you over to the too-large heart-shaped bed, setting you down on the soft dark purple bedsheets. "So, my angel has a 'proposition' for me?"

Suddenly your cheeks felt burning hot. To be honest, you haven't given your own proposition much thought before this. But that week without any intimacy nearly drove you up the wall and your mind created scenarios that you never even considered before. You regret mentioning it in the first place, but it was too late to turn back now. "W-Well, yes, I do...I mean, I did. I umm...it's..."

Lucifer laughed and sat himself down next to you, his hip connecting with yours. "Now what could possibly have you so tongue tied?," Lucifer teased as you looked away from him. "You don't have to be embarrassed, love! Whatever it is, I'm sure I can handle it! I don't think there's anything you can suggest that would scare me away." He brought his hand under your chin and turned your head towards his wanting expression. "Please tell me!"

You sighed shakily. "And you won't freak out?"

"Now when have I ever freaked out?" You cocked an eyebrow at him. "Ok, fair point. I promise you that I won't freak out."

You inhaled a few short breaths before speaking. "Youcanduplicateyourselfright?" you blurted out rapidly, making Lucifer pause.

"Duplicate myself?," he repeated, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uhh, yeah I can. But what does that have to do with...o-oh...OH! UMM...S-SHIT!"

"Hey, you said you wouldn't freak out!"

Lucifer shook his head rapidly. "Freaking out?? Who's freaking out?! Not me! Certainly not me! I'm cool, I'm alright, I'm fine! It's just uhh...I..." He laughed nervously, failing to reign in his sudden panicked reaction. But for some reason, he couldn't seem to stop smiling.

You reached down to cup his hands in yours. "Luci, listen, if that's not something you're wanting to try, that's totally alright! I'd never ask you to do something you that would make you uncomfortable! That's why we talk about everything beforehand! Please don't worry about it." You smiled and cupped his face in your hands to press a light kiss on his lips.

"I never said "no" now did I, darling?," you heard a familiar soothing voice echo behind you.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #lucifer smut #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel smut #my writing #preview #this might be the biggest blue ball post i've made for one of these lol #show mercy!

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julsvu · 21 days

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hello! i saw you take request about pjo and honestly, i loved your fics about leo! i was gonna ask if you could do general dating or crush headcanons about percy, similar to your one leo fic (i dont remember which one but i think you get it???)

thank u thank u thank u if you do it!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

gn! reader

💬: hii!! im so glad you loved my leo fics :D thank u sm for requesting! this is my first time writing for percy :')

📒: fluff, friends to lovers, reader is implied to be a demigod, not proofread (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

percy crushing on you hcs

everyone in the camp knew this boy was whipped for you

especially his friends

HE IS DOWN BAD

grover literally knows EVERY detail of you even if you guys aren't close because of percy

he knows that you have a small mole on the left side of your face, how your nose slightly scrunches up whenever you focus on something, your favorite food/the food you always eat for breakfast, the little bracelet you wear everyday because of percy

percy sometimes talks to blackjack for advice?? or just rambles to the pegasus about you (he'd look crazy without context)

the Aphrodite cabin ships you two SO MUCH

sometimes they'd set you and percy up

but to percy's disappointment, you just brush it off because you always interpreted their ways as a way to make fun of you both

spaces out whenever he looks at you

his friends have to physically shake him out of it for at least 9 seconds before he gets back to his senses

whenever that happens though, they have to sike him up to actually talk to you

if a person pulls a dirty trick on you especially during training, percy's eyes would be burning holes through them

he doesn't hide his glare at all too 😭

his friends try and give you hints that percy has a crush on u, but they're REALLY subtle and careful about it

except for leo 💀

"y'know, percy has the hots for you," he randomly says in the middle of your guys' conversation??? like u guys could be talking about how the sky's so blue and then boom he says that

anyway

they'd definitely form a game plan to get you guys together for real (annabeth would be the mastermind)

they'd probably set you guys up to a blind date in this pizza place nearby

during the date, percy made up his mind instantly after you laughed at his ridiculous joke

he wanted to date you, not just have a crush on you. he wanted to love you, in a real way, not just from afar

and so he confessed

he was resisting the urge to kick his feet and giggle when you accepted his confession /j

his friends were probably disguised as "normal" customers, sitting in the booth across from you guys, or beside you guys, silently cheering for you both once they overheard that you accepted percy's confession

percy dating hcs

loads of aquarium dates!!

he'd gossip with you, a lot

hear me out!! minecraft dates!!

he'd put your beds together and stuff, and you guys have a pet axolotl whose name is a mix of yours and percy's (basically your shipname)

is BIG on pda, he likes to show you off, even the nymphs know you're dating atp

but he'd tone it down if you want him to, of course

whenever there's a new trend that comes up on any socmed app, he's so quick to invite you to do it

he definitely made a kisses hoodie for you soskpsf

you'd have triple dates with leo and calypso, and frank and hazel 💯💯💯

he's so observant it's scary

he's the first one to notice whenever you aren't feeling good

always checks up on you

sally also hears about you all the time !! whenever percy comes home from camp he likes to tell stories about what you and him have done

she already sees you as an in-law (even if you guys haven't met properly yet)

some of percy's pfps on his main social medias would be him posing with kiss marks all over his face from you

if you ever post yourself on social media, he hypes you up so much in the comments

expect at least a millisecond after posting, you'd have 28 comments from him immediately 😭

"THATS SMY PARTNER RIGHT THERE"

"I LOVE YOUU77I"

"everyone back off they're taken BY ME"

whenever someone compliments you infront of him he's like "i know, right? my partner's so amazing"

he emphasizes the word "partner" whenever he notices that the person might be interested in you, too

he can't help being a little protective

percy jackson, if you can hear us, please percy jackson, please save us percy jackson, please save us percy jackson

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n #hoo x reader #pjo x reader #heroes of olympus x reader

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neverinadream · 11 months

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You Want This Back?

Summary: The topic of turn-ons consumes a conversation between you and your roommate.

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes

Song Inspo: Crushing Me - Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, roommates to lovers, soft dom!christian (with subtle hints to sub!christian), sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names (baby, princess,...), a bit praise kink, teasing, masturbation, giving instructions, nipple play, talks of porn, talks of turn ons, fingering, spitting, unprotected sex, cum play, aftercare

Notes: i apologise because this is a long one. this is very much inspired by a conversation that i had with @thoseboysinblue ages ago now and also by that one scene in ted lasso where roy walks in on keeley. i haven't written smut in a long time, so if it's shit then it's shit. feedback is always appreciated.

An uncomfortable, searing ache had built between your thighs, one that couldn't be ignored any longer. You slid your hand under your panties, whimpering as your fingers were instantly coated in your arousal. Holding your phone in your other hand, you listened to the woman gagged and splutted around her partner's cock as he forced more than she could take into her throat. You wanted to be controlled like that, to have tears prick your eyes as you pushed past your limit. He grunted something about her doing a good job and she moaned approvingly around him, but you only heard your moans as your fingertips swirled around your clit, before thrusting deep inside.

"Oh, god," you whimper, rolling your eyes as your head leans back against the headboard.

You imagined him between your legs, his hand gripping your throat as he lapped his tongue against your cunt, devouring it with every ounce of energy he had. A new rush of arousal flooded your senses. You switched between fucking yourself and rubbing your clit, both working to stiffen the knot in your stomach, and you knew for sure you weren't going to last much longer. Soon, you would be crying out as your orgasm shatters through you.

But a knock on your bedroom door interrupts you and you start to panic as the muffled sound of your roommate's voice comes through from the other side. "So, I was thinking..." He voice slowly tunes out, forgetting what he was going to say as he witnesses you hastily pull your covers up your body, and you throw your phone out of fright across your room, a sharp cry of surprise escaping your throat as it all happens.

Christian looks at you and then down at your phone, his head tilting at the sound playing through your phone, eyes growing wide as he realises what was happening.

"Leave it!" You snap, watching him take a step towards your phone, pulling the covers higher up your body as he ignores your request.

"You want this back?"

He tilts the phone screen in your direction, a close-up of the actress throwing her head back over dramatically filling up the screen as the video continued to play. Fake moans and aggressive grunts fill the silence as he waits for you to find your voice, but instead of trying to say anything, you just wished for the earth to collapse and split below you. The idea of plummeting into the Earth's core was much more appealing to you than attempting to explain the porn still playing on your phone.

What could you tell him? The truth? That watching him perform simple drills in his backyard had turned you on? That the sweat dripping down his naked chest sent a rush of searing heat to your core, leaving you with an uncomfortable ache that only you could fix? Absolutely not.

You two were barely friends.

Only acquaintances.

If it wasn't for your mutual connection that came in the shape and form of Weston, you'd be finishing up your year abroad in overpriced student accommodation. You weren't about to ruin your situation by telling him he made you wet.

"I told you not to pick it up," you finally speak, finding the strength to pull back your covers and leave your bed. His eyes flick down to your bare legs, and you watch the corner of his mouth twitch. Blood rushes to his cock at the slightest glimpse of the black lace peaking out from underneath the end of your t-shirt, but his eyes are snapped back up as you snatched your phone out of his hand, acting quickly to turn the video off. "What do you want?" You ask, masking the irritation you felt with a fake smile.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to go grab an early lunch, but, my bad," his grins grows wider as he watches your fake smile crumble, "I didn't know you were already busy."

He takes a step back, his eyes brushing down your body, focusing on that little bit of lace still on show to him, and then flicking over to your bed. He wets his bottom lip, sinking his teeth into the soft pillow of skin, and thinks about you propped against the messy stack of pillows getting yourself off to some actress faking her moans for the benefit of the audience. The image of you sitting there, your phone in one hand, the other below the waistband of your panties, fingers spreading your heat all over your pussy left him uncomfortably hard.

He takes a deep breath, trying to shake the thought from his head, and shifts his focus back to you. "You know what, why don't I go and grab us lunch from that Italian place you like?"

You raise your eyebrows. That place was at least a thirty minute drive away from his house. "Why that place?" You ask, tucking your phone under your arm, folding them across your chest. Once again, you watch his gaze flicker to the end of your shirt, pupils blowing up as more of the lace is accidentally revealed to him.

He takes a step forward, a wave of his cologne hitting you as he leans in. He always smelt good and you knew you would miss it. "So then you have more than enough time to finish what you've started," he whispers, his mouth resting against your ear. You go to shove him away, but he reacts quickly to your sudden movement, catching your wrist. He doesn't miss the subtle whimper you let out, but it wasn't like you tried to hide it either. "Don't watch that fake crap though," he offers a suggestion, "think about me instead. Let it be my name that you moan."

"Is your ego truly that big that you would think that I would ever think about you?" You fire back, holding his gaze. "You make my pussy drier than the Sahara!"

"Of course, I do," he shrugs his shoulders, making sure to linger at the door to catch your reaction, "that's why you were squirming in your seat and squeezing your thighs together as you were watching me earlier." You try your best to mask your surprise with an expression of annoyance. He winks, chuckling at you as you roll your eyes like he was telling you your secret was safe with him. "See you later, princess," he bids you goodbye, turning out of the door, leaving you to gawk at the empty doorframe.

'Princess.'

You hated and loved it all at the same time.

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You shovel another fork full of pasta into your mouth, moaning loudly as the palette of flavour bursts on your tongue like hundreds of tiny fireworks. Christian sat across from you, the corners of his lips twitching into the smallest of smiles as he listened to you vocally enjoying your lunch. "I've decided I'm going to miss this place the most," you swallow, washing it down with a quick of your water, "I wonder if I can bride one of the chefs to move to the States with me, pay him to be my personal chef."

"How are you going to pay them?" He asks, wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

You giggle, reaching over to wipe the spot he missed with your napkin. "I'd pay them with really incredible, mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex."

He raises his eyebrow. "What if all their chefs are women?"

"Payment stays the same," you shrug your shoulders, stabbing your fork into the pile of pasta. The tomato split under the pressure of the fork and was to never be seen again as it travelled to its final destination inside your mouth.

He pushes his food around his plate, leaning to rest his elbow on the edge of the counter. "What if they're all really old?"

"How old are we talking?"

"Like...your dad's age," he replies, hovering his fork in front of his mouth, "would you still do it?"

"Compared to little boys, older men know what they are doing," you mumble, taking a few seconds to think about your answer. He looks at you like he couldn't decide if you were joking or not. He had heard you say things in the past that wouldn't surprise him, but this was...different for him. "The last time I went home, I discovered that my first ever boyfriend had cheated on me," you share with him, setting your fork down and reaching for your glass. You see a flash of sympathy in his eyes, but you quickly dismiss it with a shake of your head. "No, it's okay, because I fucked his dad!"

His eyes widen as a small piece of food becomes lodged in his throat. He reaches quickly for his glass, his face red from coughing, and takes long sips of his water. "You're lying," he taps his hand firmly against his chest, trying his best to catch his breath. You gave him a look that said, Am I? "Seriously?" He sets his glass down and pushes his plate to the side. "Don't get me wrong, it's fucking shitty that he cheated on you, but you slept with his dad?"

Hook, line and sinker.

You giggle, shaking your head. "No, but you should've seen your face!" He rolls his eyes and smiles off to the side, nudging you with his elbow. "No," you're compelled to nudge him back, hiding your smile as you took another fork full of food into your mouth, "old men are just creepy. That whole "you'd be prettier if you smiled more" bullshit they always do makes me want to vomit." You push your plate away, grabbing your napkin to wipe your mouth clean. "I'd fuck you, Chris, before I'd let myself open my legs for some old creep."

"Spoken like a true poet," he chuckles, reaching into his pocket for his phone. It had pinged a few times in the latter portion of your conversation, but he had never once reached for it. "Who said it?" He mumbles, trying to keep half of his attention on you. "Shakespeare?"

"Something like that," you answer, watching with a slight tightness in your chest knowing that someone had stolen his attention from you. You tried to shake the feeling away, but your curiosity got the better of you. "Who is she?" You tried not to sound jealous.

"She," he looks up, "is just Weston." He made an effort to show you his screen. "So, no need to get jealous."

You roll your eyes. "I wasn't jealous."

"Sure you weren't."

He puts his phone on silent and sets its face down on the counter. A conversation with Weston was less important than the things he had on his mind. He watches you clear the dishes away, putting leftovers into Tupperware and stashing them in the fridge, before giving them a quick rinse and stacking them into his dishwasher. You moved so effortlessly around his kitchen. To him, it was like you had been living with him for years and not for the best part of about eight months. He liked it, to him it told him that you were comfortable here, and he knew he would miss it once you were gone.

"So, are we gonna talk about earlier?" He might as well have cut the silence with a knife asking a question like that.

You lean forward and press your elbows onto the counter, staring across from the opposite side of the island. "Which part?"

You hold one finger up. "The part where you asked me to think about you?"

You hold a second finger up. "Or my choice of material?"

"Well, since you bought it up," he leans forward, mirroring your position, "is that..." You raise your eyebrows, noticing the change of colour in his cheeks, which he tries to hide as he averts his gaze. He'd been thinking about what he had seen on your phone to and from your favourite restaurant. The slight roughness of how the woman was being handled had surprised him. "Is that really the sort of stuff that turns you on?"

"What are you asking me, Chris? Do you want to know if porn itself turns me on? Or, do you want to know if the stuff happening in the porn turns me on?"

"Both."

You shrug your shoulders, taking slow steps around the counter as you thought about your answer. "A bit of both, I guess," you pause, tilting your head to the side as you rethink your answer, "I like being told what to do. I like surrendering all of my power to the other person. There's a euphoric rush to being forced to my knees or pinned to the mattress and told to take it like a good girl."

He sits and listens to you, the blood rushing to his cock as he daydreams about you on your knees before him, his fingers fisted in your hair, your lips wrapped nicely around his cock as he repeatedly buried it inside your throat. "But sometimes," your voice snaps him out of his trance, his body shuddering at your breath as it hits his neck, your lips just touching the shell of his ear as you lean from behind him, "I like it when they're gentle; when their bodies are pressed firmly against mine, my legs are wrapped around their waist, we're looking into each other's eyes, and for those few moments, it feels like we are the only two people alive."

"Sounds nice," he looks over his shoulder, following you with his eyes until you were seated on the stool next to him.

You hum, resting your chin on your hand and take a second to study his face. You drag your eyes over every single freckle and search his honey-dipped eyes for his secrets. The corners of your lips tugged into a smile, "you're...not a porn kind of guy, are you? But you're also not the type to have a stash of nudes saved on your phone either." You couldn't figure him out. "What is it?" You finally cave and ask. "What's your choice of poison? Are you old school? Have you got a stash of Playboys hidden under your bed?"

He shrugs his shoulders.

"Come on," you drop your arm and nudge him with your elbow, "I'm not going to spill all of my secrets without gaining something in return."

He could lie and tell you that he did watch porn, or perhaps tell you he had a list of flings he could call on whenever the urge called to. Or, he could just tell you the truth. But it frightened and embarrassed him to tell you the truth, especially after you had answered his questions with a confidence he knew he'd never possess.

And his truth?

He thought of you.

You were in every single one of his fantasies, the very object of all of his desires. You were the one he thought of every time he closed his eyes, your smile was stitched onto the back of his eyelids and your beauty was tattooed onto his brain. And despite being only a couple of rooms down from him, it still felt like you were on the opposite side of the world. Untouchable. And definitely not his.

"I like to think of someone," he admits, looking between you and the counter. He runs his hands uncomfortably against his thighs, trying to wipe away the thin layer of perspiration that had formed on his palms. "Not all the time," he doubles back on himself, he didn't want you to think he was a creep, "but there's someone I sometimes like to think about." He flicks his eyes across at you and you sat in silence, patiently waiting for him to continue. "Sometimes I think about what I'd like to do to her if she was in the room with me." He hides his face from you. "Just basic stuff, I guess."

The tightness in your chest re-emerged as you thought about him moaning some stranger's name. Jealousy never suited you.

"She must be pretty," you mumble, trying not to sound deflated.

"She's beautiful."

You gulp down a large breath of air. "And does she know that she's the object of all your desires and the muse of all your fantasies?"

"She does," he turns his head, "because I just told her."

You? You were the someone he thought about? You guessed it only made sense for him to tell you to think about him when he had been thinking about you and secretly moaning your name all this time. A rush of warmth floods your core and you have to stop yourself from clamping your thighs together. Now you didn't feel so bad about what happened this morning when clearly your very existence was doing the same thing to him.

"So you think I'm beautiful?" Christian had been sitting in agony as he waited for you to say something, but that was not the response he had been expecting. He thought you'd call him a perverted creep, not ask him what he would like to do to you. "How beautiful?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "Really beautiful," he mumbles, the corners of his lips twitching into a sassy smirk that you secretly loved, "but your personality could do with some work." You roll your eyes, knocking your foot against his.

"So, what would you do to me?" You lean closer to him, brushing your eyes over his body, fixating on his tattoos, feeling the urge to reach out and touch them. His gaze falters, realising the implications of your words. "Come on," you encourage him, "if we were to have sex right here, right now, what would you do to me?"

"I-I don't know," he shrugs, his mind going blank, "maybe...maybe..." The tips of his ears were turning red as he fidgeted with the back of his neck, rubbing his fingers lightly over the patch of skin. He bounced his knee, making an attempt to distract himself from the hard tent that had formed, cursing himself for choosing to wear sweatpants today. You wet your lips at the sight of his bulge, pleasure tingling down your spine, increasing the dull ache between your thighs, as you imagined him taking it out for you to see. "I-I...Dammit, I sound like a broken record player," he shakes his head, laughing at himself to hide his embarrassment

You settle your hand on his knee, squeezing it as you stand next to him. He looks down at where you're touching him, his fingers coming to linger on your wrist, half closing his eyes at the softness of your skin. "Your skin is soft," he groans, dragging his fingers up your arm. He imagined what it would be like to touch the rest of your body, to drag his hands up your legs and dig his fingers into your thighs as he spread your legs apart. It had his cock twitching and aching to be touched.

A devilish thought pops into your head.

"Do something for me?"

"Anything."

You sucked in a breath and bite into your bottom lip, gnawing on the delicate skin before asking, "Will you show it to me?"

A tingle travelled down his spine, setting every nerve ending in his body on fire. Did you want this as much as he did? Or were you just fucking with him again, like with the fake story of you fucking your ex-boyfriend's dad? Either way, he wasn't going to give in to your demand just yet, no matter how much he wanted to show you how hard you made him. "I'm not just going to whip it out, princess," he negotiates, pulling at the waistband of his sweats, deliberately teasing you. 'Princess.' It left goosebumps on your skin. "I gotta get something in return," he runs his hand over the front of his sweats, gripping his length and palming himself through the grey material, "give me something to look at."

With calm hands, you remove your shirt, making a show of it as you scrunched it into a ball and tossed it behind him. His eyes gravitated to your chest, his pupils blowing wide until there was a ring of amber around them. The bralette you were wearing was black and lacey, and so thin he could already see your nipples through the material. Something told him it was part of a matching set, the pattern of the lace too similar to the sneak peek of your panties he was accidentally rewarded earlier. He had to stop himself from ripping your shorts off just to prove his intuition was correct.

"Pay up." You settle your hands on your hips, your pointer fingers dipping below the waistband of your shorts. "Let me see."

He swivels the stool around to face you, his finger looping through the small bow you had tied at the front of your shorts and gives it a gentle tug. It was enough force to make you take a step forwards. "What is this?" He asks, letting his other hand gravitate towards your chest, drifting his fingers over the straps of your bralette. His eyes were fixed on yours, falling in love with the partial glimmer of your soul they allowed him to see. "What are we doing here?"

"We're finally getting to know each other," you reply, touching the tattooed line of skin that peaked out from the end of his sleeve. The hair on his arm was soft and his skin was warm. "Please, don't make me beg," you whisper, moving your hands onto his thighs.

He pushes the stool out from behind him as he rises to his feet, and you suddenly felt small in front of him. He reaches for the back of his hoodie, takes a tight grip and yanks it over his head. It was his turn to put on a show for you. "Like what you see?"

"Maybe if I got to see some more," you pan your eyes down to where his erection was obvious, jutting out. Your fingers were itching to take it out yourself.

"Come here." He lifts you onto the counter, his large hands tightly grasping your body, and sits you down on the edge. The white marble was cold against the back of your thighs. "Take it out then," he orders, frowning and giving you a look when you hide your hands behind your back. "I thought you wanted to see it?"

"I do, but I don't want to touch it, yet." You lean forwards, dancing your lips on the corner of his and biting your lower lip to resist kissing them. "I want you to touch yourself for me."

"You're trouble, princess," he groans, dragging his hand down your thigh until it dropped off your knee. You lean back on your hands, watching him take a slight step back away from you. From here, you had a good enough view of him tugging on the sides of his sweatpants, pulling them down just low enough for him to untuck himself. "This feels a little unfair," he chuckles, watching your lips part and a shiver run through you as you watch his cock spring free. He looked thick, hard and heavy in his hand, and his breath was ragged as he thumbed the tip. "Give me some spit," he groans, biting his lower lip.

Leaning forwards, you ignore his hand and spit directly below you, both of you watching as it lands on his tip and drips slowly down the sides of his shaft. His cock twitched in his hand and it only turned him on more to know you were pure filth. Slowly, he stroked his shaft, working your spit up and down his length. Now and then, he would squeeze his hand a little tighter, and a low, desperate noise would rumble in his throat. Every movement looked like it caused him pain and his eyes were begging you put him out his misery.

"I need you," he rasps into your ear, jerking his wrist faster, "I need to see you." You push your bra straps down your arms and hastily remove the thin lace from your body, tossing it behind you. Your nipples were already pinched, begging for him to touch. "Can I?" All you could do was nod your head. He lowered his mouth around your beast, your head falling back, whimpering his name as he grazes his teeth over your nipple, soothing the slight sting with his tongue.

You arch your back, scraping your nails against the back of his head, lowering your hand to grip his shoulder as he continued to suck on your nipples. He pulls another strangled whimper from you as he continued to explore your chest, and you were quickly becoming aware of the wetness that had pooled between your thighs. "Jesus Christ," you whimper, slipping your hand past your shorts and under your panties. You slide your fingertips over your clit, coating your fingers. "I'm so fucking wet right now."

"Fuck," he groans, pressing his forehead against yours, "I've thought about you constantly, thought about what it would be like to touch and taste you." The desire in your eyes - you had never been looked at like this before - flooded your core with new wetness and warmth. Through half-closed eyes, he breathes your name through a moan. "I gotta taste you, baby," he says in a low growl, "please, please let me taste you."

Again, all you could do was nod your head. Yes, fucking hell, yes, is what you would've said if you had found the right words.

Bringing your fingers up to his mouth, he sucks on your fingers, moaning as the taste of you explodes on his tongue. You were much better than he could have ever imagined. "You taste so good, princess," he removes your fingers and kisses the inside of your wrist, "but I need the real thing."

You shake your head, denying him. "Later."

"Not later," he disapproved, whining under his breath, "now."

You hook your finger under his chin, tilting his head down to look at you. "There's going to be plenty of time for me to make a mess on this pretty face later," you tell him, giggling as his cheeks flash red.

"Okay," he whispers, hooking his fingers around the waistband of your shorts, pulling on the sides until they were far enough down your legs for you to kick them off, "later." The corner of his mouth twitches seeing the black lace covering your cunt. His intuition was correct, you were wearing a matching set. "I like these on you," he murmurs, running his fingers over the front. You whimper as he cups your pussy, bucking your hips to grind down on his hand. "You weren't kidding," he chuckles, feeling the spot that had formed, "you really are so fucking wet right now."

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, breathing in his scent as you duck your head, letting your lips meet his warm skin. His head falls back a little, groaning as you press your lips against his neck. They felt amazing against him and he desperately needed to feel them against his own. "Can I kiss you?" He nervously asked, framing your face in his hands, brushing his thumb softly against your bottom lip.

"Please," you whisper, closing your eyes as you feel his lips capture your own. A moan travels up your throat and down his and you rake your fingers through his hair as his tongue moves against yours. One of his hands travelled into your hair and pressed firmly onto the back of your head, holding you in place. He swallowed more of your moans as he slipped your panties to the side, teasing you with his fingers, before guiding the tip of his cock between your folds. "Please," you repeated, mumbling against his lips, "please, Christian, I need to feel you inside me."

"I love it when you say my name," he nips softly at your lower lip, "I want to hear you say it over and over again. I want to make you forget about every name you've ever said before you said mine." He lowers his gaze, sucks in a deep breath, and watches the tip of his cock being swallowed by the walls of your cunt. You were already so tight around him. "God, look at that," he groans, with a ragged breath, "it's like your pussy was made to take me."

Your head rolls back as you feel him stretch your walls, his cock thicker than anything you've ever taken before. Strangled whines leave your lips as his teeth graze, scrape, and scratch against your neck. He thrusts deeper and you let out a small cry.

"You feel that, princess?" He guides your head back down, pressing his forehead against yours, and stares deeply into your eyes. "That's my cock deep inside you," he whispers, watching your lips part and your body shudder against him, "that's my cock fucking you. Mine. Feels good, doesn't it?"

Short, sharp whimpers were spilling out of your mouth as he continued to massage your inner walls. And he would grunt and groan each time you fluttered and pulsated around him. You couldn't think. Or barely breathe. All you could was dig your nails into his biceps and whimper at anything he said.

"Where's that smart mouth gone?" He chuckles, reaching between your bodies to play with your clit. It was slick with your arousal and he had to fight the urge to bring his fingers to his mouth. He had barely gotten a taste and he was already addicted. "That's fine," he kisses the corner of your mouth, whispering, "I like you more like this: all fucked out and begging me to make you cum."

"'m close," you whimper, the pressure in your core building at an astronomical rate. Your pleasure was all-consuming, like a sickness taking over every particle in your body, and you would do anything to cum right now. He nods his head, feeling his own pleasure building at the base of his spine. His cock jerked inside you as you clenched around him, and he knew he probably wouldn't last much longer. "I want you to cum inside me," you tell him, titling your hips and crying out his name as the new angle makes him bury deeper inside.

His body jerks as you dig your heels into his back, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. "Fuck," he groans, resting his head against your shoulder, "don't say things like that, princess, if you don't really mean it."

"I mean it, Christian" you fire back, dragging your fingers between his shoulders, "I want you to inside me, fill me up, claim me as yours."

His eyes were practically black, darkened by desire. "Say that again."

"Claim me." You wrap your legs as tight as you can, swallowing a moan as you feel your clit now grinding against him. "Make me yours."

Christian responded by increasing the pressure and speed of his hips and you fell over the edge. You hung your head back as white spots blurred your vision, crying his name out into the empty kitchen, as your whole body clenched around him. He whispered something into your ear, but you were struggling to listen. You pulsated around his cock, which jerked and twitched, and he groaned into your shoulder, holding you tighter, as you felt the warmth of his seed spill into you.

"Fuck," he mumbles, lifting his head to look at you. He was trying to catch his breath, to try and say something else to you, but he was too light-headed to utter a single word. But you knew exactly what he was thinking from the softness in his eyes. You cupped his cheek and nodded your head. "Good," he mumbles, covering his lips with yours.

He pulls out of you with a sharp groan, that sassy smirk you secretly loved so much flashing on his face as his hand disappeared between your thighs. You were going to question him, but you were too busy gasping at the feeling of his fingers thrusting into you. A mixture of his cum and your arousal coats his fingers. "It's only fair that you get to taste me too," he says, watching with parted lips as you willingly take them into your mouth, sucking them both clean.

You grin around his fingers. "I can't wait to taste more of you."

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Silence (1/4)

Warnings: angst; hurt

Words: 1.2K

Summary: You accidently coming out destroyed a decade long friendship.

AN: Thanks for all the love on my first story "New Year"! I didn't proofread this one so be warned. This might get a Part 2 with a happy ending but I'm not sure.

[Part 2: Second Chance]

"Movie night later?" You asked Natasha at the dinner table where all the Avengers sat with you.

Natasha nodded her head and smiled at you widely. "Sure. But it better be a horror movie." You loved horror movie nights with her. Neither of you were scared of them but you both laughed at ridiculous scenes and cuddled anyways.

"So tell me Y/N," Sam interrupted your conversation. "What's going on between you and black widow?"

You looked at him baffled. Natasha and you were friends ever since you both worked at shield together so you didn't get why he implied that more is between you two. "What?" You said.

"Oh come on, you two are super close, doing almost everything together, cuddle all the time, go out, wear each other clothes... there has to something going on between you two." Sam's hint at you liking girls had you shifting in your seat. It was true that you were into girls but you haven't told a soul. Wanda was the only one who might found out about it since she couldn't control her mind reading powers when she first joined the Avengers.

"We're just friends." You told him, with anxiety slowly creeping up on you. The whole team started to listening in on the conversation. "I swear we're just friends."

"Are you sure that you don't wanna date her?" He wiggled his eyebrows. His words and behavior infuriated you. And with this rage mixed with anxiety, you unknowingly came out to the entire team. "Just because I like girls doesn't mean that I instantly want to date my female friends."

Some looked shocked, others looked as if they had suspicions and then there was Yelena who looked happy, proud even. "Ha! So I wasn't crazy when I saw Y/N Y/L/N ogle that one girl at the mall months ago. Pay up Kate Bishop." She exclaimed excited. You blushed after hearing Yelena's words, thinking you were subtle checking girls out.

Natasha, who sat next to you, was brooding. She didn't like it one bit that you hadn't told her about your sexuality first. She felt hurt. Did you think she would judge you or not accepting you for liking girls? Were you afraid of losing your (Avengers) family? Or did you simply not trust her with that kinda stuff? You had never held yourself back before so why right then?

"Alright but do you have a girlfriend already or can I be your wingman?" You blushed and hid your face in your hands. "No help needed." You barely got those words out. "Lady Y/N, you have to introduce us to them!" Thor demanded in excitement.

"We've only been on a couple of dates." You blushed further. "Plus she's not out yet so I rather not drop any names." Thor was quiet understanding and dropped the topic. You were honestly glad for that since it ended the whole conversation about you. The topic now was about Tony and Pepper.

You shifted back your attention to the Widow next to you who was acting strange. Her body language was awkward and you hoped once the movie night started it'd get better. But you were wrong, it got worse, the air between you two was thick and non of you uttered a word about the incident at dinner.

The red head distanced herself even more from you after the movie night. It hurt you deeply, the pain only got worse with how hard you tried to fix whatever happened, but nothing good came out of it. Natasha shut you out so easily that you overthought your whole relationship with her. In the end you came to the conclusion that you never really knew her.

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It was almost 2 months since the coming out incident happened, while you and Natasha's relationship were in pieces, your relationship with the other ex-shield agent thrived. But you missed the red head dearly. You missed her warmth that radiated off of her when you two cuddled closely during movie nights. Her touch on your arm whenever she was excited to show or tell you something. You even missed her awful dry jokes she made to cheer you up. But all that was left was her ghostly presence which seemed to never leave your side. Not matter what you did, her ghost lingered every single second.

You felt heaviness inside of you as sat down on the bench in the training room, and the spot next to you is empty. Training was no longer fun when you didn't have your favorite person train with you. It felt as if the universe was against you when you saw Natasha enter the training room. What she did here at this unholy hour was beyond you. It made your mood even more sour.

"Steve said you'd be here." She spoke up. "He said we need to spar again. So move your ass."

Your body hesitated to get up but eventual did with a heavy sigh. Exhaustion was written all over your face. Natasha was already in the ring, waiting for your slow ass to join. Both of you took your stand but non of you tried first to make a move. You both danced around each other which irritated Natasha immensely. She expected a move from you long ago since that was how you always started sparring with her.

Her irritation turned into frustration and anger fast. And did something she probably will regret for the rest of her life. "Trouble in paradise with Agent Shaw?" She taunted you. "Saw some spicy video of hers the other day."

That got your complete attention. You knew about Agent Shaw's private video which her ex boyfriend leaked years ago. The video recently surfaced once again and you tried your best to take it down forever. You even begged Tony for help, who was glad to finally have a small challenge again. It took him some time but it was finally gone now but apparently not before the Black Widow saw it.

"Okay..?" What else were you supposed to say to the women you once knew perfectly.

"I have a copy and I'm sure you have one too but in case you don't, I'm willing to-" She got cut off by you punching her in the face. You didn't meant to punch her this hard but you were fed up with her bullshit.

The blow of the hit was so unexpected and hard that she fell on the ground. She looked up at you stunned as hell, her eyes fluttered a bit while her bottom lip started to bleed.

"What the fuck Natalia." The sight of woman on the floor, looking so helplessly broke your heart once again. You were fighting so hard to get the friendship back that now by realizing your friendship was broken beyond repair, thanks to her behavior, was pain on a whole different level. What you were about to feel is grief from the loss of a decade long friendship.

Your heart and mind fought against each other but you had enough. Every single bad emotion was roaring in you as you silently said your final goodbye. Also with that, the ghost of hers that you felt all the time, disappeared.

The silence that hung in the air after you left was loud, it started to suffocate Natasha in a way she didn't know existed. How did she let herself become a monster again? Didn't she learn from her past? No thought in the world would help her in this situation because at the end, nothing mattered anymore since it was her silence that broke you two apart.

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theflyindutchwoman · 8 months

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License and registration, please. C'mon, you don't really need that, do you? You should come to the party after work. We'd have fun. Yeah. I bet we would. … All right, I'm gonna let you go with a warning this time. But slow down, okay? Yeah, I promise. Thank you so much. Yeah. Have fun at that party.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 3.14 - Threshold

Lucy's first solo undercover assignment… and it's already clear that despite her lack of proper training, she is extremely good at this. The way she is able to quickly think on her feet and adapt to any situation, while remaining level-headed is remarkable. We saw hints of this when she was a rookie but now, we get to see this side of her completely shine. Like how she catches Tim's attention : she knows she's in a perilous situation and the second she sees his shop, she immediately seizes the opportunity to get noticed, all so she can warn Nyla about the incoming robbery without raising any suspicion. I've always wondered whether she recognised Tim specifically when she sped up or not… But regardless, once she sees him in her rearview mirror, her anxiety and worry cranks up a level, with Dahrio ready to shoot their way out. And yet, she manages to take control of the situation. She uses her outward panic to sell her cover story, following Nyla's advice to the letter : You know, if you're not nervous, you're not human. Okay? So, use this to your advantage. Be scared. A nice reminder that Lucy is indeed a quick-learner.

This is also where Tim and Lucy's shorthand comes in handy and is beautifully underlined, with how well they can read and understand the other… And this, despite the fact that they haven't ridden together for close to a month. That's not to say it is perfect either : it is not quite as effortless as the next time she'll go undercover - with him. There's a slight awkwardness present between them. But it works for them. Tim getting caught off-guard at Nova's flirting makes their act more credible in a way. And even though he lets her get away a little bit too easily, it still gets the job done, from Lucy passing all the informations she has to Tim understanding her message. But it goes beyond the dialogue. It's how these two have a whole conversation without words. It's in the intense eye-contact. It's in the physical touch, with Lucy putting her hand on Tim's, using this gesture to ground them both, to reassure him that she's fine and she's got this. It's in the softness of Tim's voice when he tells her to slow down : he's no longer talking to Nova here, he's asking Lucy to be careful. It's in his last look before he leaves - a proud look, trying to infuse how much faith he has in her. And this is such a departure from his original reaction when he found out about her wish to do undercover work. He learned his lesson and he's trying to be as encouraging as he can without tipping off the bad guys. It's subtle but judging by Lucy's look, she got his message.

This is their first interaction since she went undercover… But more than that : it's also one of their first interaction since her graduation. Since her last day as his rookie, which incidentally, was when they last talked about her trying to become an undercover cop. When he last voiced his reticence and doubts on the matter. We didn't get to see his reaction at her going back under for a longer period, without immediate backup. So this little moment is the perfect opportunity to show where his head is at… how supportive he now is. Not to mention that it introduces us to that scene at the wedding, where he openly praises her. And I love how Tim will take this encounter as a reason to get involved in the operation - even from afar - and pester Nyla after that. Because truthfully, he doesn't have any reason to insert himself here : Nyla is the one in charge. He is no longer Lucy's training officer so Harper doesn't have to tell him anything or update him. But she knows how important this is for him. It's also reminiscent of their moment after Day of Death, when they were trying to figure out who might better serve Lucy for her first day back. It's worth noting that this is the first and last time so far that Tim isn't involved in Lucy's undercover mission in whatever capacity from the get-go. But it never comes across as a lack of faith in her abilities or as him being overbearing. It always feel natural, as a show of support. She's calling the shots and he follows her lead… It's a bit of a role-reversal from their former dynanic but it demonstrates how well they complement each other.

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into-crazy · 1 month

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don't wanna miss a thing

》 chapter 2

Negan Smith x Female Reader

Non-apocalyptic AU // The Walking Dead AU

Other Characters: Rick Grimes, Lori Grimes, and Carl Grimes

Summary: You attend Carl's birthday party at the Grimes house. Catching up with your friends and having some fun in the pool. Only for it to turn out unexpectedly for you.

Warnings- mature language, alcohol consumption, age gap(reader's in her early 20s), slow burn, angst, ages 18+

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It's the day of the party and you couldn't be more excited. You get to spend time with good friends. To relax and have a good time like you used to. You're also very much looking forward to seeing Negan again, that's for sure.

You'd spent a lot of time thinking these last few days about Negan. Wondering whether you should make an advance on him or not. And if you do, how should you go about it? With subtle hints, nothing too strong but enough to where he would understand? Or do you come clean and tell him exactly how you feel?

After carefully reviewing your options, you figured the first option is the best way to go. You don't want open yourself up completely only to get roughly turned down. Not only that, but you'd risk ruining your friendship with Negan and you really didn't want that. So you'll go about it subtly. Even if you get the hint that Negan isn't interested in you, you'd back off and be happy that you tried. If it works out, great. If it doesn't, well that sucks.. but you'd still be alright. You just want to know if there's a chance for you and Negan to be something more. More than neighbors, than friends. Would it devastate you if he isn't interested in you? Sure, there's always the possibility. But you'll never know if you don't try.

Those thoughts bounce around in your mind as you begin heading over to the Grimes residence.

Your aunt Rena accompanies you there. Dressed in her work clothes, as she is going over to say hi and drop off the gift she got for Carl before leaving for work. Your hands are full- you're carrying your bag, your gift for the kid, and a large container of macaroni salad. Rena's famous macaroni salad, that is. Since it's always been a hit at gatherings. You'd helped her prepare it earlier this morning.

Rena rings the doorbell and Lori answers shortly after.

"Hello ladies." She greets you both with a warm smile. "Come on in. Please tell me that is your salad."

Your aunt proudly taps the container, "it is."

"Yum!" Lori sighs excitedly before shutting the door. "You can come on back, everyone is outside."

You follow her out to the backyard. Upon stepping outside, you notice there's quite a bit of people here. Not too many though, it's more like a small gathering. There are neighbors that you recognize and a few people that you haven't met before. It looks like all the kids are playing in the pool. While most of the adults are sitting around conversing, some with a beer in their hands. No sight of Negan yet, though. You set down the food and gift at their respective places then go about greeting everyone.

Rick is standing by the grill whipping up a new batch of burgers. You and your aunt go over to him. Saying 'hi' to those along the way.

"Y/n, Rena!" He acknowledges you both as he looks up from the grill. The apron he's wearing says 'Best Flipping Dad Ever' which you find amusing. "Glad you two could make it."

"Actually, I have to go into work but y/n is staying." Aunt Rena informs him. "I wanted to stop by to say hello and drop off Carl's birthday present."

"Appreciate it. Thank you for that." Rick offers his gratitude.

With that, your aunt waves bye to everyone and Lori sees her out.

"Go on and make yourself at home." Rick tells you, gesturing around the yard with his spatula. Reminding you that his house is your house. "There's food on that table and cold drinks in those coolers. Burgers will be done soon if you want one."

"Cool, I'll be sure to get something. Thanks Rick." You reply before walking away to find a seat. Spotting some chairs over by the pool, you head in that direction.

Carl, who is playing with his friends in the pool, happens to see you passing by and scrambles to get out. Once you find a spot to set your bag, you turn around to find him calling your name and coming towards you.

"Ah, there's the birthday boy!" You chant gleefully. When he hugs you it dampens your clothes however you don't mind it. You tousle his hair, "happy birthday, kid. Told you I was coming."

Fixing the hair from his face, he looks up at you. "I knew you would. Do you wanna come play with us? We're playing tag."

"Hm, well I just got here and I would like to grab something to eat first. How about I play with you guys a little later?" You suggest and he nods politely in response. Giving you an 'okay' before hurrying back to rejoin his friends. He was so incredibly energetic you couldn't help but chuckle, wondering if you were ever like that as a kid.

Taking a seat in the chair, your eyes casually scan over the crowd. Searching for Negan in case he was here and you hadn't seen him yet. Only you didn't find him. He wasn't here yet. You let out a sigh as you relax into the chair, calming your excited nerves.

Roughly twenty minutes go by. Enough time for you to grab a bite to eat, meet and chat with some of the other guests. You're relaxing back in your chair now, sipping on a nice, cold strawberry wine cooler. When finally, he arrives.

Negan strolls into the backyard and greets everyone. Gift in hand, and his leather jacket slung over his shoulder. He goes everywhere with that damn jacket. It could be a hundred degrees outside and he'll still have it with him- won't even be wearing it sometimes either, just carrying it around like it's a fashion accessory. He's so extra, you love it. As for Carl's gift, he didn't bother to wrap or bag it. So as soon as Carl seen him, he immediately noticed the toy gun and ran right over to him. Lucky for you, you're sitting close enough to where you can hear their adorable interaction.

"Woah, is that for me?" Carl asks, pointing to himself.

Negan smiles down at him, "sure is."

He hands the box to Carl, who looks excitedly at the toy inside.

"Sick! Thank you!"

Negan pats him on the back. "You're welcome, kiddo. Now go on, have fun with it."

At that, Carl immediately goes back to his friends to show them what he got. Passing you along the way, he holds it up for you to see. "Look at what Negan got me!"

"Wow, that's very cool." You reply back. Chuckling to yourself because he's too adorable.

After Negan greeted a few other people, he grabs a beer and looks around the yard. His eyes land on you. Your heart leaps when you see him coming your way.

"Mind if I sit here?" He motions to the chair next to you.

You wave your hand with a shy smile. "Not at all. Go ahead." You watch as he gets situated, taking in his usual attire. "Not swimming today?"

"Wasn't planning on it," he cracks open his beer and takes a sip. "You?" This time it's his turn to look over your attire. You're wearing an oversized, graphic tshirt and a pair of denim shorts.

You ponder on it, "I might." Taking a swig of your drink, you adjust so that you're leaning more towards him. "But for now, I think it's about time for us to catch up."

The both of you have a pretty lengthy conversation. Negan tells you what has been going on with him, and you tell him about your time in Chicago. Rick and Lori came over to join the conversation when you were in the middle of telling yours. As they were interested in hearing about it as well. They would cringe at some the stories you'd share. Afterwards telling you that you made the right choice to leave. Admittedly, their support made you feel even better about your decision.

You'd started conversing about other other things when Carl came over.

Negan acknowledges him, "how do you like your gift?"

Carl had taken the toy gun out of the package and has been playing with it. He shows the gun to Negan, "it's awesome, thanks!" He shifts his attention towards you. "Hey y/n, we're going to play chicken. Do you want to join? I want you to be my partner, so I can win." The last few words he whispered quietly which makes you grin.

"Sure I'll be your partner. Go ahead, I'll be there in a sec."

He moves his arms in triumph before excitedly running back to the pool. Lori follows right after him, to scold him for running and to make sure he doesn't slip. Rick took the chance to go grab himself another beer. Which left you and Negan alone again. Giving you the perfect opportunity to flaunt your new bikini at him.

You stand up and remove your shorts, the top is long enough to cover your bottoms. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see that Negan is looking away respectfully. It tugs at your heart realizing how much of a gentleman he can be towards you. But you want him to see. So as you think of something to say to try and grab his attention. Without making it too obvious, of course.

"Aw, what the hell. I guess I can help the kid win." At your words, Negan glances over at you as you slip the shirt off over your head. Revealing the red, two piece bikini underneath. His favorite color. This time he doesn't look away. Instead you take notice of how his eyes gradually glide down your body, taking in your form. It was the most amount of skin he had ever seen from you. You make a show of putting your hair up, stretching your body in a way that shows off your curves. And it works, he still hasn't taken his eyes off of you. Which made it really hard for you to keep your calm composure.

"I don't know," he bites his bottom lip. "I think those kids could probably take you on. They seem pretty tough."

You chuckle at that, flashing him a coy smirk. "I can handle tough."

After downing the rest of your wine cooler you get into the pool. The kids seem to be super excited that you've joined them, and they all want to be your partner for the chicken game. However, since Carl was the birthday boy he got first pick. With him on your shoulders the two of you were unstoppable, winning almost every match. Although your victories didn't come effortlessly. Negan was right, these kids are pretty tough.

Once the kids had enough of that game, they decided to move on to another. But you, on the other hand, were tired and needed a break. You'd noticed that Lori was sitting on the very edge of the pool with her legs in the water. So you went to join her, taking a seat right next to her. As you were chatting with her you would occasionally look at Negan. He was now standing with Rick and a few other guys, talking and laughing about things you couldn't hear. Every now and then would your eyes meet, and you'd exchange grins. Maintaining the eye contact until you would get too shy and look away. Because if you stared long enough you'd start to blush.

As Lori was talking to you about something you were thinking about ways to continue your pursue on Negan. While paying attention to her of course because you're not that rude. At that moment two more guests come in to the backyard. It's a woman, and behind her is a young girl that looks to be around Carl's age. The woman is definitely older, she looks to be around Lori's age. She's got an large sun hat and big sunglasses on her face. You realize that you've never met her before, she doesnt look familiar. Though Negan certainly must have. Because he instantly went to greet her.

Leaning closer to Lori you ask curiously, "hey, who is that?"

She looks at the woman. "Oh that's Vivian and her daughter Kellie. They just moved into the house at the end of the street three months ago. Excuse me, I better go say hi."

Lori stands up and takes her leave. You remain seated, observing the interaction between Negan and the woman. He is standing a bit too close to her, for some reason you don't like that. Why does he have to be standing that close to her?

The woman, well Vivian, guess you should refer to her as her name, pushes the gift she's holding into Kellie's hands. Vivian then dismisses the child before she greets Lori. They exchange a few words before Vivian walks away to sit down. With Negan to accompany her, of course. They appear to be rather close, conversing about something.

The way that Negan looks at her, with awe. It makes you twitch with agitation. Is this.. could this be jealousy you're feeling? No, no way. There's nothing to be jealous about. If Negan was seeing someone, he probably would've mentioned it. Right?

You don't even notice Lori bending down towards you until she speaks.

"Here you go, dear." She hands you another wine cooler. "I figured you would want another."

"Thanks." You reply, twisting the lid off and taking a long sip.

You observe Negan and Vivian long enough to confirm they weren't in a relationship. But the way Negan was interacting with her gave you the impression that he was definitely interested in her. And why wouldn't he be? She's gorgeous, she looks like she could be a model for the cover of a magazine. With her luscious hair, plump red lips, and a perfect figure. Plus she's a lot closer to him in age than you are. Because of that you automatically assume they'd have a lot more in common than the two of you would. Still, watching Negan flirt with another woman crushed you. Right then and there you knew that you didn't have a chance with him. He's already intrested in someone else.

It was becoming harder for you to watch them. Negan was smiling at her the way you wished he would smile at you. Gazing at her the way you wished he'd gaze at you. Tears threatened to form in your eyes. Your body began to tremble as hurt and anger built up in your throat. You couldn't take any more of it.

Acting rashly, you immediately stand up and go to collect your things. Shoving everything into you bag, you're moving as quickly as you can. Ignoring everyone and everything around you. You want to get out of here now. Once you have everything, you make a beeline for the exit. By now tears have formed in your eyes, slightly blurring your vision. But it doesn't matter as long as you get to the-

You bump into something- someone- rather hard and there is a loud noise of cans falling onto the paved floor.

Looking up, you realize it's Rick. He was grabbing a couple of beer cans from the cooler and dropped them when you crashed into him.

"Woah, you alright there?" Rick looks at you in surprise.

You take a quick moment to glance around the yard, there are quite a few people looking at you. Even Negan. No, no. Fuck. You quickly turn your attention back to Rick, gazing at the floor to hide your glossy eyes. "Oh y-yeah. I'm fine. I have to get going, there's something I forgot that I need to do later."

Before you can walk past him, he steps in front of you. "Hey, you sure you're alright? Is somethin' wrong?" Rick quietly asks you with concern.

You don't even want to answer him, you want to leave. You drop your gaze to the floor and turn your head away from Negan's direction. Not wanting him to see you on the verge of breaking down.

"Yes, I'm sure. Everything's okay. I just really have to get home now. I'm sorry for bumping into you." You try your best to assure him again.

"Okay sure. And don't worry about it, was probably my fault." Rick replies with a sympathetic smile then moves to let you through.

Without thinking about it, you turn your head to peek at Negan. He's staring at you with an emotionless expression on his face.

You abruptly turn away and walk right out of there. Missing the brief look in which Negan and Rick exchange.

#into-crazy #negan smith #twd negan #negan au #negan smith x reader #negan smith x y/n #negan imagine #the walking dead #fanfic #jeffery dean morgan #twd

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restlessmaknae · 8 months

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heart says yes [serim]

''i didn't know where else to go'' + "let’s get you cleaned up'' with bad boy!Serim

➳ Characters: implied bad boy!Serim x female!reader/you

➳ Genre: slice of life, angst

➳ Words: 1.7k

➳ Warning: mentions of bruises, blood, treating wounds

➳ A/N: This story was requested by @tsunchani for my request event, so I hope you enjoy it! ❤️Since you haven't specified the hurt comfort prompts, I've chosen the two mentioned above. Plus, I think this story fits the bad boy!au better than a mafia!au that you've specifically requested, but you can still see it as a mafia fic if you wish since there are no specifications said about Serim's identity.

You can still request stories for the event: you can find the guidelines here and the masterlist here.

➳ CRAVITY taglist: @tsunchani, @dat-town

Serim was like a shadow around the corner shop you worked; he was usually invisible, but you could feel him lingering there. You welcomed him coming in time and time again, but he was always pretty quiet, so you didn’t try striking up a conversation with him. You didn’t even assume that he could have it in him to stand up for you against some thugs who had come in for alcohol, but he did so, and something akin to fear lingered in the air when the men noticed who had spoken up.

That was the day you got to know his name. You wanted to thank him somehow, so you said that his purchase was on you, but he insisted that it wasn’t necessary. Somewhere along the way though, you introduced yourself, and he did the same, but he did it so carefully as if he was afraid of letting you know who he was that you didn’t push him for more questions.

The subtle signs were always there - him wearing all black clothes all the time, the loose ones that allowed him to get away from the curious eyes because he got lost in the darkness of his garments; his fingers dressed in calluses, a hint that he was working with his hands a lot; him always paying by cash and coming here late enough at night to not bump into anyone but you most of the time; and being as reserved as one could be -, but you didn’t pay attention to them. To be precise, you didn’t want to. This might not have been the safest neighbourhood, but he looked as harmless as one could be with his unruly midnight black locks frequently getting into his deep, dark eyes, his words gentle and soft-spoken when he exchanged a few meaningless words with you at the counter, and his subtle acts like leaving the change behind for you or leaving a bottle of ginger tea on the counter when he noticed that you were quite raspy due to a cold.

He was always there, swimming around the edges of your pond - a constant presence, though not yet a permanent visitor -, and you gazed at him from afar because you were similarly afraid to get too close. You were afraid that if you did so, you would get drowned, the waves crashing down on you, and keeping you down, down until you heaved your last breath. Though the bottom was as alluring as it could be…

Then, one night, a motorbike parked on the pavement before the store, and everything changed. It was after closing hours, and you already put the ‘closed’ sign on the door. You just started counting the remaining cash to let the colleague in the morning shift know how much was the starting amount when you heard shuffling from the staff room. Nobody else was supposed to be there, except you, so you held your phone in your hand, your fingers hovering over the quick emergency call button as you made your way to the back of the store. You remembered closing the back door of the staff room that led to the outside area after you had taken out the trash, so your boss or a colleague might have come in with a key or someone had broken in from behind.

With shaky breaths, you turned the doorknob and flung the door open, your fingers itching to push the emergency call button before you recognised the figure crouching by the supply shelf.

“Serim!” You breathed out, both relieved and concerned, as you pushed your phone into the pocket of your jeans. The boy looked up when you called his name, and the fresh burgundy bruises painting the pale canvas of his skin made your heart churn. His words even more so.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go,” he admitted, his voice coming out hoarse. Your brain might have told you to stay away from him, especially when he showed up unannounced at your workplace after probably being beaten up, but your heart was in control, and it didn’t let you send him away. Instead, you found yourself saying:

“It’s okay,” you tried with a reassuring nod, but you weren’t sure whether you were trying to ease his nerves or yours. Yet, despite your heart hammering away rapidly, you crouched down to be at eye-level with him, and pushed a few stray locks out of his eyes, revealing even more dark patches underneath. After examining his bruises, your eyes found his orbs already boring into yours, and for a moment, you felt yourself falter, falling into that sea of oblivion. It would have been so easy to not object, to give in to that tension that sparkled between you two, but you couldn’t sway. At least, that was what your brain told you. Your heart was telling a completely different story.

You cleared your throat, detaching yourself from the mystery that his eyes were, and announced:

“Now, let’s get you cleaned up!”

Even if the boy wanted to disagree, you were quick to search for the first-aid kit that you kept in a locker among other supplies that you or your colleagues might need for work. Sometimes you might cut your fingers or crash into a shelf, so the first-aid kit was always much appreciated, and it was usually fully packed, much to your relief.

You shuffled back to the boy with the first-aid kit in your hand, and you were surprised to find him standing as opposed to his previous crouching position. Upon seeing it, you hesitated a bit, but then the boy with the most beautiful midnight-black eyes broke the silence:

“You don’t have to do this,” he said, resigned, his words coming out like a goodbye, a choice, a crossroad. Something in you told you that he genuinely didn’t expect you to help, he just didn’t know where else to go, but it hurt for you to hear it from him - like he had already given up on you and on himself.

“But I want to, so I will!” You announced, a bit more indignant than you would have expected from yourself, and in the surprised glint of his eyes, you could tell that he was just as perplexed by your confident response as you were. Maybe that’s why he didn’t object when you asked him to sit on the nearby chair, so that you would have a better access to his bruises.

You tried hard not to concentrate on the way his eyes were constantly following your moves as if he was still doubtful that you would go along with it, but you diligently cleaned his bruises as best as you could. You had never had to tend to bruises like these ones before, and you were sure that Serim would comment on your lack of experience, but he stayed quiet. He only grumbled when you started putting antiseptic on his wounds.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to be quick,” you promised, and he nodded. The bruise around his lips seemed like the most painful one, no wonder he made an inaudible sound when you put the cream on it. Simultaneously, the boy grabbed your left arm - that you left hanging by your side - to hold onto it while you were working on him, and his grip was so desperate that you felt your stomach drop.

Serim had always seemed so strong, so powerful, someone who wouldn’t need the assistance of anyone, let alone yours, but now he was holding onto you like his last piece of hope, and you had no idea whether that should comfort you or torn you apart even more. You didn’t even know whether you should pay attention to the crazy beating of your heart or the way your stomach was twisting and turning with both fear and anticipation.

“It’s done,” you said when you finished with the antiseptic, and as he looked up from his eyelashes, his fingers still holding onto your wrists firmly, his lips bruised, his face covered in a palette of purple, red and blueish colours, you had the urge to hug him, to tell him that it would be okay, to caress his wounded cheeks. Did you have the right though? Would he let you?

“Thank you, really.”

“It’s okay. You’ve saved me from those thugs sometime ago, we can say that we’re even now,” you croaked out, hoping to put together a coherent sentence when all you could think about was the gentle darkness of his eyes, the way a miniature version of you reflected back in them as if it was so natural and the abyss of him that you wouldn’t mind getting lost in.

His lips twitched and you didn’t know whether it was because of the pain or your words, and he didn’t say so. You merely gazed at each other, the moment stretching long and heralding something more, something different, something vulnerable between you two. The urges in you grew stronger, and before you could realise what you were doing, you were already reaching for his other hand that wasn’t holding yours, and gave it a light squeeze.

Serim looked surprised for a few seconds, but then he looked at your hands in a different way - he seemed thankful, touched even -, and when he spoke up, gentle and soft and warm like a blanket on a cold night, you breathed in his words, letting them fill your lungs and heart.

“Can we… can we stay like this for a few more seconds?”

Anytime, you wanted to say, but the words died on the tip of your tongue, so you merely nodded, and let him hold onto you just like you were holding onto him.

Maybe, just maybe, no matter what your brain was trying to tell you, your heart would still go for him, fight for him, care for him, and if you had to choose between the two in that moment, you would follow your heart.

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lilpumkin · 4 months

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doyoung - nct 🪷

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"but baby you have to come" you were giggling because of doyoungs whining. "doyoung, ask taeyong first" "TY can y/n come?... he said yes, so please" "okay okay, be there in a bit, love you" "love you too"

for some reason, your boyfriend was wanting you to come to the photo shoot since they were shooting for their new album release.

as you mildly attempted to get ready, you kept on your sweats and t-shirt, pulled your hair into a low loose bun, and walked out the door.

you made it to the studio in a matter of minutes and walked into the shooting area. "hi guys" "hey y/n" they all said in unison. "doyoung is getting his outfit rn" "thanks TY" as you make your way back to his dressing room you knock on the door.

"come in" "hi baby, whatcha gonna wear?" as soon as he heard your voice he spun around and ran over to hug you "hi" he pecked your lips and then showed a gummy smile. "hi...okay, show me what your gonna wear"

"oooo, I like it, hurry up and get changed I don't want to put you behind schedule." he pecked your lips once more before you left to talk to the other members. once you walked back out to the shooting area, you found a couch to sit on while waiting on the others to finish changing.

jongwoo: hi y/n

y/n: hey, I really like the concept fits for this shoot

jongwoo: me too. did doyoung really drag you out here?"

y/n: haha yeah he did

you and jungwoo decided to catch up a bit since you haven't seen any of the members due to the busy schedule. soon the rest of the members came out.

you are the closest with jungwoo out of the group asides from your boyfriend. but you both start dying when johnny came out. johnny looked at you both with a confused expression.

johnny: are you guys ok?

you and jungwoo already knew that you were thinking the same thing.

jungwoo: hyung... are you ever gonna find a shirt?

with jungwoo toppled over himself, you tried forming a sentence which partially came out

y/n: johnny I swear every comeback- you never have a shirt

a/n: you know, just in case y'all forgot🙈

now both you and jongwoo are rolled up on the floor. jonny rolls his eyes and walks away with a smirk on his face. finally doyoung comes out and finds you still giggling to yourself, you manage to point to johnny and doyoung covers your eyes.

"eyes for me only princess" "obviously but why can nobody give johnny a shirt every comeback" you manage to get a little giggle out of doyoung.

soon the photo shoot started and they started with solo shots which gave you and doyoung a little time to yourself. you and doyoung were cuddling on the couch and listening to music when they had to pull him off of you.

you saw your boyfriend start shooting and he looked so damn good doing it. he caught you staring so he took the opportunity to wink at you which of course made you blush.

the photo shoot ended faster than expected. the boys congregated towards the couch that you never left, and start coming up with dinner ideas. you all decide on this small eatery on the way back toward your apartment.

while you guys were eating doyoung slid subtle flirty hints to you while keeping his hand towards your inner thigh.

while the others were also caught up in conversation, doyoung whispered into your ear gently, "let's go, baby, I wanna spend some time alone with you" "mm, okay"

you and doyoung managed to slip out the eatery in one piece and with no questions asked. it was only a 15 minute drive back.

the short but silent drive back was peace. there wasn't any awkward silence, you were both comfortable with each others company.

when you arrived at your apartment, you both walked inside and plopped down on the couch. you realized that you had to do some work on your laptop, you so went back into your room to find you laptop. "doyoung" "yes princess" "i may or may have not have forgotten i had to finish up so work on my laptop, are you ok if i finish my work while we watch a movie, you can pick" "of course love, come out here" "i'm sorry that i have to finish it, i was working on it before i came to see you earlier"

while doyoung sat on the couch, you sat in between his legs on the floor. you tried to finish as fast as you could, which you were able to finish with in 2 hours.

while you started to put your work things away, you realized that doyoung was asleep. after you finished getting ready for bed, you decided to fill up your water bottle. you felt 2 arms wrap around your waist and a head in the crook of your neck "baby, you know you can get in bed right?" "yeah but i wanted to wait for you princess" you could tell that he was tired. "come on let's go"

as you set your water bottle on you bed side table you catch a glimpse of doyoungs zombie walk and then tosses him self on to the bed dragging you down with him.

"can you pay attention to me now?" you let out a small laugh "always"

as you drift into a deep sleep doyoung snuggles up into your neck again and you both sleep peacefully.

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next morning

you find that your boyfriend is still laying on top of you, but when you try to get up you get dragged back down and with that a husky voice appears "mmm... don't leave me... i think we should here today" "but i have to go to work babe" "mm, no. you don't get to go, we're staying here" "whatever you say doyoung" you giggled a bit and sat you a bit.

"i think we should watch a movie"

"anything for you princess"

#kpop #kpop boys #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpopidol #nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct x reader #nct doyoung #nct scenarios #nct imagines #kim doyoung #doyoung

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headintheclouds-posts · 1 year

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Hey, if your requests are still open, could you please do a sf9 reaction where they are out with some friends and with them there's also a friend of friends which is the reader and they never met before but they don't know the boys are famous and so they treat them as normal people?

Hello Lovely <3 I hope this is what you wanted xx

SF9 Reaction: When you don't know them

Youngbin meets you through friends at a small get together. You begin chatting and he realises how much you both have in common. When you ask him what he does for a living he finds himself smiling and awkwardly looking at his feet. He finds it incredibly cute that you don't recognise him and tells you he works in music management, not really wanting to give himself away. As you spend more time talking together, he eventually asks for your number and invites you on a date where he plans to open up more about his job.

When you both meet at a birthday dinner for a mutual friend, he finds himself inwardly laughing when you ask for his name upon being seated next to him. He can't help but feel drawn to you and keeps dropping not so subtle hints as to who he is. Eventually your friend pulls you to one side and pulls up Inseong's details on the internet to save you from further embarrassment as you were the only clueless one at the table. You find yourself apologising several times and telling him you enjoy his music. A few days later he builds up the courage to ask the friend for your number as he can't seem to get you out of his mind.

Jaeyoon can tell by the look on your face when you're introduced to each other that you have no idea who he is, so he ends up deciding to run with it. He is the type to make up an elaborate story about being a lion tamer or racing car driver and enjoy the cute/shocked look on your face. He finds you so innocent and adorable that he can't keep himself away from you. Eventually when someone else joins the conversation and asks him about his groups comeback, it eventually clicks in your mind who he is. You apologise profusely and he just waves it off as nothing. Definitely will ask if you want to make it up to him though by allowing him to take you out and how could you say no to that face.

You reach out to shake his hand and ask for his name after being introduced and his eyes grow to be the size of saucers. Dawon will laugh at first thinking its a joke but eventually will realise you're being serious. Ends up taking you by the hand to the nearest table and passing you a headphone before putting the other in his ear. Makes you listen to several songs and feels proud when you recognise some. Tells you that you need to meet up regularly for more SF9 lessons, but really just wants to spend more time with you.

Zuho's group means everything to him and he is so proud to be apart of it. When the two of you meet for the first time, he is shocked when you don't know who he is. He seems like he would take it quite personally so you end up in a long discussion about SF9's discovery and you can't help but smile and how cute and passionate he is when he explains it all to you. He continues to discuss it whilst walking you home and the only way to stop him from talking is to kiss him.

Everyone's eyes are on him when he enters his friends open day party for their new clothing store. You see alot of people taking pictures and asking for autographs. You however slink into the corner having no idea who he is and racking for brain for ideas. Your friend would introduce you both and you find yourself asking what he does for a living...best to be upfront instead of pretending to know. You see his eyes widen a little before a smile settles on his face. Once he explains who he is, he realises that you haven't gone into a fan girl moment like alot of people do upon meeting him. Spends the rest of the evening hovering around you and finding himself jealous when another man approaches you. After you break away from others to get yourself a drink, he would be super open and ask you out on a date.

Taeyang is another one who would be open about his career when you first meet. He isn't too shocked you don't recognise him but he definitely uses the opportunity to get to know you more whilst explaining about himself. By the end of the night you are both entrapped in a discussion about music, movies and the meaning of life. His softness and warmth makes you feel a sense of comfort you didn't know existed. It will be you who makes the first move by passing him your number and kissing him on the cheek before quickly leaving the venue. Safe to say you already have your next several dates planned together.

Hwiyoung would enter your friends birthday party looking all cool and dripping with confidence. Confidence which is knocked when you ask for his name. He can't work out whether your joking or being serious so would just stare at you blinking waiting for you to waiver. Eventually once he has gotten over the small shock he explains who he is and can't help but feel butterflies in his stomach when you recognise their newest song. Hints heavily about you coming to a concert they were having and takes your number to send you the details, whilst secretly planning to ask the group on how he can ask you out properly.

Nothing really fazes Chani so he's not in complete shock when you don't recognise him at an art show held by your friend. He can come off as quite distant and you're not quite sure why at first. Chani would be quite happy to let you talk and get to know you better before dropping the bomb that he's a famous singer and actor. Would awkwardly ask you out and pass you his number before turning on his heel and leaving you stood there dumbfounded.

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canonicallyanxious · 1 year

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some assorted gay chicken show thoughts:

(i put a cut bc this got so stupid long i'm so sorry lol)

i think Earth has a really tough task with this role but imo he is totally nailing the restrained longing of it all and the undercurrent of wistful regret for lost opportunities in everything he says and does. the way he's not necessarily unhappy with his lot in life but doesn't think there's any value in it or what he provides for his community. the way he's resigned himself to loneliness but still can't help but want something more in a part deep inside of him (the shot of him looking at the moon in ep 1... I Am Thinking). i think it's really easy to see how bold and open Wen is with his feelings and be swept up in that bc the way Jim expresses his attraction is a lot more subtle but I think Earth does an amazing job of conveying that longing through the tiny shifts in his microexpressions, the way he looks at Wen when he thinks no one is looking (it KILLS me his expression when he sees how gentle and kind Wen is to his cat), the way he orients himself around Wen without thinking - it seems like he always has to consciously pull himself away in scenes like when he's dropping Wen off at the main street or at the end of ep 2 when Wen almost kisses him and i like the way Earth carries himself in scenes like that, he makes it easy to buy into

i really like the more meandering conversations that establish characterization and relationship dynamics. one example that comes to mind is when Jim and Wen are talking about the DVD. Full disclosure I'm not familiar with the movie referenced but judging from the title and the cover and the way Jim described it as "classic" I'm guessing it's some sort of romance. But then, "i haven't watched it in a long time. The disc is probably damaged." and then, when Wen says he can stream it if he wants, he says "that's okay, i don't want to watch it anymore." i like the way this dialogue hints at his history with love and ideals. "I don't want to watch it anymore", implying that he did at some point in his life want to watch it. The disc is probably damaged, but he can't bring himself to check to be sure. it's better to leave it alone and in the past. but in the past it was something he wanted to watch, an ideal he wanted to believe in; what changed? (who hurt u uncle jim i just want 2 talk)

the contrast between day and night life in this show ugh ugh ugh. the intimacy and vibrancy of the night, but also how lonely it sometimes can be; how harsh and uninviting the reality of daytime can be, but also how chatty and bustling. it's getting late and i'm sure way smarter people have already said much smarter things about it but just know this is a theme that always gets me and it is getting me now so fuckin hard.

and again i'm sure much more intelligent things have already been said about the relationship between Jim and Li Ming but I am fr LOVING it so far, not least of all because it reminds me so viscerally of my own teenage relationship with my parental figures skdjfnskdjfnskdjf but also the conflict between them just feels so well drawn and realistic, the way Jim is just trying to do what's best for Li Ming but doesn't know how to show that, the way Li Ming lashes out when at the end of the day all he really wants is for Uncle Jim to understand his point of view. it's some good shit u know

i do think imagining this whole situation from Li Ming's perspective is incredibly funny. like imagine it's one in the morning and you are in your room just minding your own business when a completely wasted man you've never met before wanders into your room, doesn't say a single word to you, and then when your emotionally distant uncle ushers him out he doesn't say anything to explain either he's just like "k sorry bye" and yeets himself out of there to go have shockingly tender sex with a man whose name neither of you know. and then like a month later you come into work only to find said drunk man is now your COWORKER at your UNCLE'S RESTAURANT. Li Ming doesn't get paid enough to deal with this shit. Uncle Jim wants us to think he has his life together so bad but he's just as messy of a bitch as anyone else on this show bless his heart

i'm really into the progression of the last part of ep 2, the subtle shift of the power dynamic, the way Wen so casually paying off the couple flows into Jim watching him work and understanding that they come from vastly different worlds flows into Jim telling Wen he's not fit to be anyone's home. and yet he still wants this closeness, as much as he tries to deny it; he made the choice to buy the second beer at the convenience store, he made the choice to offer it to Wen, he made the choice to let Wen rest on his shoulder if only for a little while. unstoppable force (Jim's yearning for closeness borne from a very deep loneliness) v immovable object (his abysmally low esteem of himself and his life)

as well i'm a huge hoe for glass metaphors so you know when Jim let himself want closeness with Wen by buying the beer only to come back and see him behind the window (like yes there is jealousy in that scene of the man Wen was talking to but there's also a distinct sense of never actually being able to reach Wen in his world; the reality is he stands behind the glass) a bitch was completely weak for it. it's me i'm bitch

obviously i love everything about the conversation at the end of ep 2 (a bitch is weak for a person as a home!!!) but something that especially interests me about it is what it tells us about Wen's relationship with Alan and the way he feels when he comes back to their apartment. i'm gonna be honest at this point i'm very confused about what's up with that whole clusterfuck lol but the implication that the place he lives in doesn't make him feel any of the things he described that he wanted from a home... home where someone waits for me, home where all my tiredness is gone and i have peace of mind, home that's more than just a place to sleep... how much he yearns for it that he's willing to pursue it with a man he only recently met... it paints a picture of a very lonely person and it does make me feel for him (even if I think it's really bizarre how completely casual he's being about cheating on his presumably long term partner not just with himself but with his friend who clearly knows the both of them skdjfnsdbfskdjfnsdjkfsn)

what i like most about this show so far is how at the core of it everyone just wants someone to see them and understand them. this, the aching loneliness everyone feels but in such different ways, is the driving force behind so much of the conflict and the drama and the interactions between characters. tonally it's exactly my kind of shit, i'm really looking forward to seeing how it builds as the story continues

#sarah.txt #moonlight chicken #it has been. difficult to pay attention at work this week. let us just say #this post is very long. i'm sorry. I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS.#mlc meta #story meta

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