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i love you, itâs ruining my life
azriel x cassianâs sister!reader - part 3 of 3
summary: you finally start to recover from the attack at Windhaven, but struggle with the ghost of your suppressed mating bond.
warnings: mentions of injury and assault self-deprecation, use of painkillers, two idiots in love, lots of angst <3
word count: 9.6k (sowwy <333)
Three weeks, four days and thirteen hours.Â
Thatâs how long Azriel stayed away from the House of Wind, from Velaris, to give you space and time to heal.Â
He wouldâve stayed away longer if it hadnât been for Rhysâ incessant questioning ringing through his mind while he wasted the days training with the soldiers in Windhaven. The soldiers that were left after he and Cassian had banishedâor taken care ofâthe ones who had planned to rebel with Cormac and Balvard.Â
He wouldâve stayed forever in Windhaven, as a punishment to himself for everything heâs put you through by pretending you didnât even exist for the last four fucking centuries.Â
But he couldnât.Â
Rhys demanded his presence at dinner tonight, telling him that he would have to face thisâface youâeventually. Azriel knew that, that he would have to face you. He could handle seeing you again to make sure you were safe once more, but he wasnât sure if heâd be able to handle seeing the fake glare youâd put on at dinner when you looked his way.Â
Truly, he wasnât sure if heâd be able to be in the same room as you right now, because he didnât know if heâd be able to stop himself from telling you to wipe that fake hatred right off your face, from grabbing you by the neck and kissing you in front of everyone, just like heâd wanted to for the last four fucking centuries.Â
Still, he swallows his feelings and keeps the shadowy wall up around his heart as he heads to the Townhouse, mentally preparing himself to pretend as if he doesnât know that you, of all people, are his mate.Â
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Three light knocks on your bedroom door signaled that your brother was on the other side, causing you to hum in response, to which he took as an invitation into the room.Â
You looked up from your spot on the bed, your thumb wedging between the pages of the book you were immersed in seconds before while you searched for your bookmark that was lost somewhere between your comforter and the fluffy white throw you had laid over your legs.Â
âYouâre disrupting my reading time,â you say to your brother with a glare, finally finding the bookmark youâd been searching for to shove it into your book, âI was just getting to the good part.âÂ
âWell, too bad, your disgusting romance novel can wait.â Cassian says with a grimace, pushing the door open to lean against the frame while glaring back at you, âitâs time for dinner. At the Townhouse.â
A groan falls from your lips at his words, making you shake your head as you toss the book onto the bedside table next to the other books Nesta had lent to you in the last few weeks to keep you from driving yourself insane while bedridden.Â
âDo I have to?â you say with a frown, forcing your legs over the side of the bed to stand, since you already know the answer to your own question.
Cassian is at your side in an instant as you stand from the bed, making you shoot him another glare when he grabs your forearm to help you up.
âI can stand on my own, yâknow.â you snap, shrugging out of his grip as you walk across the room to put on your shoes, âItâs been three, almost four, weeks now for God's sake.â
âOkay, okay fine.â your brother says, throwing his hands up in defeat as you walk across the room with ease. âJust hurry up, weâll be late if we donât leave soon.âÂ
You bite your tongue to hold back from throwing another snide remark his way, quickly sliding into the shoes youâd toed off earlier in the day. Dread filled your chest as you turned back to Cassian, slowly realizing that youâd beâwell, Cassian would beâflying to the Townhouse for dinner.Â
The thought of being unable to fly yourself to the home across town makes you feel so empty and detached, like youâre no longer deserving of your spot in the Night court or the Inner Circle. You werenât sure you could even use your daemati powers anymore to be honest, youâd been so drained mentally and physically that you hadnât even tried.Â
You felt so useless and alone and sad and so fucking worthlessâ
âHey,â Cassianâs voice interrupted your thoughts, his elbow nudging your forearm lightly as he peers down at you, a smileâone that you can tell is forcedâon his face, âyou ready?â
You knew he wanted to say more, to tell you to get out of your own head, but held back for the risk of starting an argument. So you only smile up at him and nod, shoving your feelings down as you walk towards the balcony of your room, letting your brother take the lead as he takes to the sky.Â
The wind against your skin is such a freeing feeling that you nearly forget that your wings arenât the ones carrying your own body, but Cassiansâ. The crisp evening air nips at your cheeks as you fly over Velaris, as if the city is welcoming you home after so long stuffed in the House of Wind. A genuine smile crosses your face for a moment during the short flight, heart fluttering as you let the wind welcome you.Â
The trip is over just as quickly as it started, and youâre being set down on the steps of the Townhouse before you even realize it.Â
Thereâs a lone tear trailing down your cheek as Cassian sets you down, causing him to frown at you when he notices.Â
âSoon, Y/N.â is all he says, smoothing your wind-blown hair down before turning to push the front door open.
Once again youâre forced to push your emotions down, to put on a weak smile as the two of you walk into the Townhouse. Youâre greeted in the entryway by Feyre, who hugged you as if she hadnât seen you in weeks, though she had seen you mere hours ago to drop off your favorite pastries to the House of Wind during breakfast, before pulling you towards the kitchen almost immediately, insisting you come to taste the new wine sheâd bought to celebrate with before dinner.Â
Before you could protest, you find yourself in the kitchen with Mor, Amren, and all three of the Archeron sisters. Mor is the first to wrap you in a hug, a grin spreads across her perfectly red lips as she pulls you in for a gentle hug. Elain follows closely behind Mor, quietly asking how you were feeling as she holds out a plate of fruit for you to choose from as she speaks.Â
Nesta and Amren sit on the stools on the other side of the kitchen island, both giving you sidelong, but somewhat kind glances as they were deep in conversation. You didnât take the cold welcome personally, as you and Nesta had become close over the last few weeks in the House of Wind, and Amren wasâŠwell, Amren.Â
Feyre comes up beside you as you chat with Elain, a small and sympathetic smile on her lips as she extends a glass filled with what you can only assume to be faerie wine towards you. Your heart drops as she does, mind immediately thrown back to that moment when you were shoulder-to-shoulder with Cormac, the last time youâd drank wine. You didnât know if youâd ever be able to stomach drinking it again in all honesty. Before you can shake your head in protest, Feyre opens her mouth to speak instead.
âMy special faerie wine, just for you.â Feyre says quietly enough for only you to hear, giving you an understanding look as she still extends the glass, âI didnât think youâd feel up to drinking just yet, but I know how annoyingly incessant the males can be about celebratory drinks, so here,â you take the glass from her hesitantly, giving her a weak smile, âjust some sparkling juice, I promise. Thereâs a whole bottle in there that I already told everyone was just for you.â
You smile at the High Lady, a sparkle of relief lighting your eyes as she reassures you. You had divulged the whole truth to her a week after the incident, letting her see into your mind to understand the extent of the damage that had been done that night in Windhaven, and even divulged a little too much about Azriel in the heat of the moment, too. She had known you felt more comfortable with her than with any man, and in that moment you were grateful Rhys had found an equally skilled mate who could help you when he couldnât.
âThank you, Feyre, really, this means a lot to me.â you say genuinely, pulling her back in for another hug, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill at the sentiment.Â
You cursed yourself for being so emotional lately, but knew there was no stopping the inner turmoil you were dealing with unless you went straight to the source, to Azriel to finally spill your guts, which you knew wasnât in the cards any time soon.Â
You spent the next thirty minutes sharing laughs and talking about nothing in particular with Mor and Feyre, only stopping to give Elain input on the new tart she was trying to make for dessert. The empty feeling in your chest from the last three weeks in near solitude was quickly replaced by one of warmth and happiness, finally feeling at home once again in the room full of your favorite females.Â
It was foolish of you to think the sentiment would last, though. You shouldâve known that this wouldnât be a normal and happy night, that youâd be faced with the one person you didnât want to see.Â
You nearly dropped the glass of sparkling juice when you pushed through the kitchen doors and into the dining room, faced with not two, but three Illyrian males at the table. Theyâre lost in conversation when you and Mor enter, but Azrielâs attention quickly snaps in your direction, eyes widening for such a short moment that youâre unsure if you imagine it or if they actually do. You collect yourself before turning your attention to your brother and Rhys, who both stopped talking to look over at you and the rest of the females walking through the kitchen door.Â
âFinally done gossiping so we can start dinner?â Rhys suggests as you all begin to take your typical seats at the table, yours being between Cassian and Mor.
Habitual conversations begin as soon as everyone sits down, food soon appearing in front of everyone thanks to Rhys. Things feel relatively normal as you pile the food passed to you onto your own plate, unsure of how much youâll actually eat of it as your mind wanders back into thoughts of the hazel-eyed, mysterious asshole sitting across the grand table from you.Â
Every once in a while, you feel his eyes on yours as you pick at your food, as if heâs checking on you. And with every look in your direction, you feel yourself sinking into the chair beneath you, wishing for nothing more than the ability to winnow in that moment.
You felt like youâd fully regressed back to that person you were when youâd just found out Azriel was your mate, the shell of a female that it had made you was once more. You cursed the Gods for making this male have such a strong effect on you, for making you want nothing more than to be with him, to grab him by the neck and kiss him in front of everyone, just like youâd wanted to for your entire life.
But you knew better than that, knew that you had to keep up the act like you hated him as much as he hated you, knew that you would have to wait until that Gods damned bond snapped for him, however long that would take.
So you did what you did best, shooting a glare in his direction the next time you saw him looking your way, in hopes it would keep him from looking your way and make you fall even further into that shell than you already had.Â
Youâd already fallen so deep into that hole during your time at dinner that you barely heard when Nesta said your name, voice sounding like it was coming from miles away.Â
âSorry, Nes.â you reply, giving her a sheepish smile, âwhatâd you say?â
âI asked if you were ready for tomorrow?â she repeated, eyes sharp yet understanding as she looked your way.
âOhâYeah!â you say, a laugh falling from your lips, nodding quickly, âOf course, Iâm excited to get back out there.â
âBack out where?â Cassian interjected, concern lacing his words as he turned towards you, never stopping his shoveling of the potatoes from his plate into his mouth as he spoke.
âYouâre such a pig, finish eating before you talk.â you retort, shoving his shoulder with a disgusted look, âbut if you must know, Iâm coming to training with the Valkyries tomorrow morning.â
âTraining?â your brother says with wide eyes as he drops his fork with a loud clunk onto the plate. âLike hell you are.â
âI am perfectly capable of training again, Cassian.â you snap, narrowing your eyes at him.Â
He opens his mouth to make another snark, yet protective comment at your words when the world seems to stop for a moment, a humorless laugh coming from the other side of the table, coming from the male whoâd been staring at you all night long.Â
A laugh. He actually fucking laughed at the thought of you training.
Wide eyes from everyone at the table focus on the shadowsinger, the air seems to go still as everyone waits anxiously for the next words.
âDo you have something to say about my training, spymaster?â you nearly snarl at the male who seemed to share an equally annoyed expression with you.
âLike hell youâre perfectly capable.â he says lowly, eyes flickering to your still-healing wings at your back. âYou can barely hold your own weight right now, let alone the wings at your back pulling you down and leaving you fucking limping from your back and hip pain. You wouldnât be able to hold your own training for more than five minutes out there. YouâreâYou havenât fucking healed at all. You havenât been cleared to fly, let alone train in any capacity. It would be so damn foolish to even let you step foot out there.â Nobody dares to interrupt the male as he continues his rant, âIâm sure youâre back on those damn pain killers too, considering you canât even feelââ
âAzrielââ Rhysâ voice comes out in a quiet warning as he shoots his brother a glare, knowing exactly where he was going with his next sentence.
Everyone else at the table continues to stare at Azriel, seeing through the facade to see a love-sick and extremely worried male. You, on the other hand can only feel anger radiating off the male, can only feel spiteful words being spewed your way.
âNo, Rhys.â you say with a bitter smile, blinking back the tears that are threatening to fall from your shimmering eyes, âlet him continue, he obviously knows whatâs best for me.â
The table is silent at your watery retort, even the previously fuming Azriel grounded by the tears in your eyes.
It hits him like a wall of bricks then, all the regret he had for the foolish rampage he had begun to slip into. His chest nearly caves in as he takes in the scene in front of him, how broken you looked as stared back at him, he could feel the anger and embarrassment radiating off you.
He opens his mouth to backtrack, to apologize, to take back the venom that just spewed from his lips and toward you, toward his fucking mate. But words fail him now, unsure of how he can make it any better at this moment.
âTell me, Azriel.â you muse bitterly, âdo you think it would just be better for me to follow the true Illyrian customs then? Should I have let Cormac and Balvard clip my wings? Should I have let Ciââ
Now Rhys cuts you off with a warning growl, knowing you were about to expose your tragic past in ways youâd regret as soon as theyâd fall from your lips.Â
âNo, no.â Azriel shakes his head rapidly at your words, blinking quickly, âyou know thatâs not what I meant.â
âLike hell I did,â you scoff, pushing your chair from the table loudly, tossing your napkin onto the tabletop before excusing yourself.
Azriel knew better than to follow you, knew it wouldnât end well if he tried to.
You sat on the couch near the fireplace only one room over from everyone, listening to their low conversations. Listening as Cassian scolded Azriel, telling him how stupid he was for trying to push you too soon, and how he needed to give you time and space. The wording of your brotherâs scolding confused you slightly, but you didnât care. You only cared about the hollowness that crept back into your chest, the empty feeling from where you couldnât feel that unrequited bond anymore, likely from the painkillers that dulled any magic within you. So you let your silent tears flow, let yourself cry over the man who you had convinced yourself could never love you, let yourself drift into a sad sleep on the couch, the warmth of the fireplace inviting you into a dreamless state.
Unsure of how much time had passed, you awoke to the feeling of weight on the other side of the loveseat you sat on and a dark breeze passing over your neck, the caress of a shadow over your skin.Â
Your eyes flutter open and Azrielâs heart almost breaks at the state of you. Your wings are tucked behind you tightly as if you were ashamed of them, eyes glossy from the remnants of sleep and tears, lips full and red from trying to bite back the sobs that threatened to escape before you let sleep take you in. The look you give him is one of confusion at first, but quickly turns to one of frustration then anger at the sight of the male in front of you.
He tries with everything in himself to reach out to you, to your soul, to tell you heâs there, but he canât get through that haze in between the two of you put up by those painkiller tonics Madja gave you. Sheâd explained to him that you wouldnât know that the bond had snapped for him until you were completely off the tonics, your magic was restored to its full power and he willingly uncovered his side of the bond to you. So he would wait, would try his hardest to befriend you and make you realize that he never hated you until that moment actually comes when you feel the snap.Â
âBefore you try to kill meâand rightfully soââ he starts, pushing his hand out in front of you, holding a plate of the tart Elain had made for dessert out to you, âI come with a peace offering, your favorite.â
You narrow your eyes at him, hesitant to take the plate from him at first. But thereâs a pleading and truly apologetic look in his eyes, one that makes you give in almost immediately. You take the plate from him finally, gaining a small smile from the shadowsinger that makes your heart skip a beat, though you donât let it show.Â
Azriel watches as you take the first bite wordlessly, watching your features soften as you let out a soft groan, mumbling about how good it is.
âHow would you know berries are my favorite?â you question finally, setting the fork back on the plate after another bite.
âYou and Cass, youâd always give him your melons and heâd give you his berries at breakfast in Windhavenââ Azriel says, cutting himself off when he sees you wince at the mention of the camp, frowning as he speaks, âsâsorry.â
âItâs fine,â you say quietly, shaking your head.
âNoâno. Iâm sorry, for everything.â he replies, sitting up straighter on the couch to sit face-to-face with you. âFor being an ass when you said you work alone, for doubting your abilities, forâfor acting like you donât exist for the last four and a half centuries.â
âYou donât have to apologize,â you say with a sad smile, sinking back into the shell of self-doubt youâd grown accustomed to, âI get it, you donât want anything to do with me.â
âIâThatâs anything but true.â Azriel says, shaking his head quickly, the corners of his lips pulling into a frown. âI know I acted like that butâI want to know you. I want to get to know you and be your friend. I justâjust never knew how to approach you.âÂ
Truthfully, he wants to say that he never knew how to approach you without giving in to his desires and without telling you how much he needs you in every way, shape and form.Â
You look up to him, weary eyes meeting his hazel ones in a curious gaze. Youâre unsure if you truly believe him or not, but the look in his eyes seems sincere so you stay silent for now, willing him to continue.Â
âI wanna make it all up to you,â he suggests, gauging your reaction as you continue to eat the tart. âI wanna train you, wanna help you get back to being the warrior that you were before everything happened. I can work with Madja too, to make sure that youâre healing properly and not over-exerting your wings. I can help youââ
âWhy would you wanna help me now?â you interject quietly, still not believing that he actually wants to help you after essentially calling you incapable less than an hour ago, âdidâdid Rhys put you up to this? Did Cassianââ
âNo, nobody put me up to this.â Azriel starts, shaking his head quickly, âI shouldnât have said all those things back there, I was just worried. I donât want you to get hurt anymore than you already are.â
You stare at the male for a long moment, searching through those amber eyes for any notes of deception but find none. Your heart tugs for his, trying to feel him through the obsidian smoke and gray haze between your souls, but thereâs nothing, no tug in return, for now. The logical, and traumatized, part of your brain is screaming at you to run from the Illyrian male in front of you and never look back. But the romantic, and bonded, part of your heart is screaming at you to take anything heâll give you, to trust him endlessly.
You were never one to listen to logic, anyways.Â
âFine.â you say finally, narrowing your eyes at him. âWe start tomorrow. If you donât think itâs good for me to train with the Valkyries yet then Iâll come after they leave in the morning.â
âYouâve got a deal.â Azriel says, smiling wider than you think youâve ever seen him smile, making your heart flutter as you canât help but give an equally wide smile in return. âIâll see you at ten.â
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The late morning sun beat down on you as soon as you stepped foot on the roof of the House of Wind the next morning, dressed in your fighting leathers.
You spot Cassian, Nesta and Azriel across the roof, so deep in conversation that they didnât notice your arrival.
âAre you ready to get your ass handed to you, Shadowsinger?â
The three turn to you when you speak, the ghost of a smile on Azrielâs lips when he takes you in, taking in your raw beauty as you stand in front of him in your leathers with your beloved sword sheathed at your side, your wings hanging higher than usual as you grin excitedly over at them. Azriel swears his heart skips a beat when he takes it all in, the hope glimmering in your eyes makes him extremely grateful that he decided to shove his feelings aside to help you train.Â
âOh, youâre not doing any kind of combat today.â Cassian scoffs at you, as if heâs offended that youâd even think you were going to spar with the Shadowsinger during your training.
Your smile falls as your brother talks down to you, and almost instantly turns into a scowl directed at him.
âYou arenât training me today, so you have no say in what I do and donât do during this session, asshole.â you snap back as you take one last step to stand in front of Cassian, shoving your finger against his chest pointedly.Â
Thereâs an expression you canât quite read on your brotherâs face when you look up at him, but he only ignores your combative response, looking to Azriel instead. He sighs and slaps Azrielâs shoulder before mumbling âgood luck, brotherâ under his breath as he begins to walk away. Before you can question the odd interaction, he and Nesta are already making their way back into the House of Wind. You turn to Azriel then, brows furrowing as you stare at the Shadowsinger. He gives you a sympathetic look then, his eyes softening as he notes the confusion in yours.
âDonât shoot the messenger here, but I did speak to Madja in order to see what sheâs okay with you doing during these training sessions.â he starts, brows knitting together as he tries to think of how to explain the situation. âLong story short, she doesnât think youâll be ready for combat or flight for another month or so.â
Your heart sinks to your stomach at his words, disappointment settling in your core as you feel your throat start to constrict and tears prick your eyes. You only shake your head in disbelief, though you know deep down that youâre in no shape to even think about sparring right now, considering your body is running off three and a half hours of sleep and an extreme amount of pain tonics. Youâd been telling yourself that you were healing perfectly for the last three weeks, but it truly has been anything but perfect.Â
Azriel reaches for your elbow with one hand as you take a step back in shock, concern filling his hazel eyes as he watches your internal panic.
âI know thatâs not what you wanna hear today, but I promise that itâs for the best. Madja wonât clear you because she knows you have a lot of healing to do before fighting again.â Azriel interjects gently, careful with his words so he doesnât set you off.Â
âWâWell, what did she say I could do?â you say quietly as your voice strains, using all your strength to hold back from breaking down in front of him. You donât have the energy to argue with him about it, to tell him that youâre fine. You want to scream and cry and fight him, but you know itâs no use.Â
âShe suggested that we try some of the exercises that we use during initial flight lessons in the camps, as physical therapy in a way.â he says, and you can tell he doesnât like the thought of doing that based on the tone of his voice.
âLikeâdoing the exercises we teach the children when theyâre learning how to fly?â you retort, brow furrowed as you mull over the suggestion. âThatâThatâs ridiculous. Iâm five centuries old for fucks sake, I will not be treated like a damn childââ
Your eyes are squeezed shut in frustration as you speak, so you donât see Azrielâs hands reach up to cup your cheeks, only feel it as you start your angry spiel, but itâs jarring enough to stop you in your tracks. Your eyes fly open at the featherlight touch, looking up to see the Shadowsinger staring at you with an intensity youâve never seen before.Â
âI canât let you get hurt, IâI canât let you do something youâll regret for the rest of your life.â he says once heâs got your attention, âYou canât fly right now, youâre still healing. I know Madja has you on bone-mending medications and is giving you tendon repair salve every damn day and I know you should not strain your wings with anything other than light physical therapy right now. I know how much flying means to you and I know you donât want to be treated like a child but please.â he continues, his voice barely above a whisper as he stares down at you, âPlease, just let me help you heal, let me show you that I want to help you and that Iâve never hated you. AâAnd once youâre healed, once Madja clears you for flight and combat, we will do anything you want.â
Thereâs a sense of urgency in Azrielâs voice as he pleads his case, his hands firm against your cheeks as he stares down at you with an intensity that youâve never seen from him before. He looks desperate, broken even. Little do you know, heâs tugging with all his might on his side of the clouded bond, silently hoping that youâll feel him if he pulls hard enough, though it doesnât work. You search his eyes for any signs of dishonesty, for any ill intent, but find none, so you sigh.
âFine,â you finally say, forcing yourself to stay composed in front of the male as you step back and out of his grasp, though the feeling of his touch lingers on your cheeks as though heâs still grazing them. âLetâs get started, then.âÂ
Azrielâs shoulders sag in relief, surprised that you give in without much of a fight. Truthfully, youâre too mentally exhausted to even think about protesting, too tired of being kicked down every time you get your hopes up. So in the moment you choose to lower your expectations and tell yourself that you donât deserve to fly anymore after being too damn stupid to see the attack coming, that you have to earn your wings back, that you might never earn your wings back if things go poorly.Â
âRight,â he says with a nod as he stands up a little straighter, trying to stay serious as you look at him expectantly, âwe can start with some simple things, like wing-lifts and getting your back and shoulders back into shape with a few different workouts.â
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Your training sessions with Azriel carry on for weeks, spending every single morning together after the Valkyries leave their training sessions. Sometimes youâll see Gwyn or Emerie with Nesta when you make it up there a little early. Thereâs always an ache in your chest when you see the females, desperate to get better so you can just fucking train with them finally.
But you push your feelings aside and train with Azriel, pushing yourself past the point that you knew you should, but you couldnât help it. Azriel always asked if you were okay to train, he genuinely could never tell, since youâd become almost completely unreadable after the incident.
Your body ached after every session, joints sore and wings aching, but you didnât care. You needed to get better, you needed to get strong again and never let anything or anyone get to you in any way ever again.Â
Though you were with the shadowsinger every single day, he felt as though he wasnât making any progress with getting to know you or making you open up to him. His heart ached with longing after every training session, when youâd simply mumble a âthanksâ to him and make your way back to your bedroom at the House of Wind. He would try to joke with you, try to make conversation with you, hell, heâd even try to tug on that damn bond as hard as he could, but he could never seem to get through to you. So, he gave you space, gave you time, gave you what he thought you wanted from him instead of what he wanted.Â
His desires could wait until you were off the pain tonics and could finally feel him reaching out to you.
Since you couldnât be sent on any missions until you were off the pain tonics that suppressed your daemati skills, you had all the free time in the world. Any time not spent training your body, you spent training your mind. Though you didnât have the ability to use your powers, you could still waste the days away with your nose buried in books about how to hone your skills and how to strengthen your mental shields.Â
Everyone in the Inner Circle notices you reverting back to the shell of a person that you were when you initially found out that you were mated to Azriel, but this time was different. You were even quieter, kept to yourself even more, and they could all tell that you beat yourself up over every little thing youâd do wrong. Cassian tried to call you out on it one time when you were in the living room with him, Rhys and Feyre, but soon swore to never mention your new behavior again after you threatened to destroy him with your mind once you were able to use your powers again when he inquired.Â
The only one who you ever confided in about your self-loathing and hatred was Feyre, she was the only one you felt you could trust enough to talk about everything with, about the mating bond, about the wing-clipping, about it all. She made it a point to check on you almost daily after that, insisting that you spend time with her a few times a week, whether itâs only to sit in silence and read your books together at the River House or to run errands around Velaris. Youâre eternally grateful for her being there for you, for her forcing you to leave your bedroom and spend time thinking about anything other than the self-deprecating thoughts you had about yourself.Â
Itâs almost three whole months before Madja clears you to come off your pain tonics, but warns that the first full day off of them will not be completely pain-free.Â
You heed her warning and tell the Shadowsinger that you wonât be attending training the next morning, in case youâre in excruciating pain. You swear you see a flicker of disappointment in his eyes when you tell him, but the expression is gone before you can question it, and so is he, as he turns on his heels to avoid facing you as his chest aches and his stomach churns at the thought of you possibly not wanting to train with him anymore.Â
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Azriel is woken from a dead sleep in a cold sweat, shadows skittering nervously around his head as he sits up, an unfamiliar gnawing feeling eating away at his chest.
He looks around, glancing out the window to realize itâs still the middle of the night. He feels it again, that tug in his chest. Itâs a feeling of agony and panic, a feeling coming from deep in his soul. It was something heâd never felt before, something so curious that he wasnât sure how to deal with it, until the shadows came closer to his ears, whispering mate, mate, mate, in his ear. Â
His heart flutters at the words, hands shaky as he pushes himself up in the bed. Itâs the first time since youâd been on those painkillers that heâd been able to actually feel you through, actually reach out for you.Â
He could tell you werenât doing well by the tension on the thread between your souls, but he wasnât sure what to do to help.
In that moment he thanked the Cauldron for fae hearing, because he heard a muffled cry of agony coming from down the hall that once again made his chest ache. Immediately he stands from bed, hastily shoving a sheathed Truth Teller into his sleep pants pocket before making his way out of the bedroom.
It nearly feels like an out-of-body experience as he rushes toward your room, mindlessly opening the door. All he can think about is helping you, making you feel better. He doesnât even know whatâs on the other side of that door, doesnât know if you actually need help or not, but heâs ready to face whatever it is no questions asked, to help his mate.Â
Youâre laying on your side in the middle of your large bed when he steps in, only the moonlight flooding in from the window lighting your figure underneath the sheets. Your wings flare weakly as you squirm, small cries escaping your lips as your eyes squeeze shut. Azriel can tell youâre sleeping, and likely having an awfully realistic nightmare considering how strongly he could feel you when he woke.Â
He rushes to the bed, sitting on the edge while reaching for your face. His large hands stroke your cheeks as he tugs for you through the bond, silently attempting to soothe you, willing you to wake from the nightmare.
It takes nearly a minute for you to stop thrashing in his grip, for you to finally come back to consciousness.Â
Youâre clammy when you wake, sweat and tears glistening over your face as your eyes flutter open. Your brow furrows when you look to see who helped you come down from the Gods awful nightmare, and itâs none other than your mate.Â
Azriel gives you a gentle smile that doesnât reach his eyes, which are shining with concern as he grasps your cheeks gently.
âThere you are,â he says softly, hands finally falling from your face, âIâI wanted to make sure you were okay, heard you from across the hall.â
You stare up at the male before you for a long moment, taking in everything you can about your current situation. Azriel has one hand on your arm and the other next to your side, your faces mere inches from each other from when you sat up slightly in the bed. Itâs the closest the two of you had ever been, and it took everything in you to not reach out and touch him to bring him even closer, to kiss him and never let go.Â
It takes a few moments for you to fully register whatâs happening. When you finally do, you sit up and push out of Azrielâs grip, embarrassment flushing through your chest as you stare at him. He stands from the bed as you sit up, something deep within him taking over and telling him you need space, and a glass of water. He knows the bond is directing his every move now, which makes his heart throb against his chest as he turns to your bedside table. Thereâs a carafe next to your pile of novels, which he takes in his unsteady hands to pour into the accompanying glass.Â
Heâs back to sitting on the edge of the bed in an instant, far enough away to give you space as you catch your breath. You take the glass of water when he offers, taking a long sip before looking back to him. When your gaze slips back to his, you become painfully aware of the very shirtless male in front of you. Your cheeks flush as your mind slips to places it shouldnât for a millisecond, but you compose yourself quickly when his brow furrows.Â
âDid you have a nightmare?â he presses, a frown on his lips as he watches you carefully.
âYâYeah, I did.â you breathe out, hands shaky as you raise one to run your fingers through your hair. âI guess those tonics were repressing more than just physical pain.â
âYou stopped taking the painkillers?â Azriel asks, trying not to sound too excited. âDid you get cleared from Madja? Did she say it was okay?â
You nod once, wondering why heâs so invested in your consumption of pain tonics all of a sudden.
It all makes sense to Azriel then, why he could feel you so intensely after not feeling you through the bond for so long.
A rush of relief mixed with a twinge of terror flows through Azriel when you nod, realizing he has less time to mentally prepare for the truth that the two of you would have to face very soon. But it also means heâll finally get to breathe around you, finally admit that he knows that youâre his mate, his fated lover.Â
Deep down, you know it too, but are too scared to admit it at the moment.
So the two of you stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, neither sure of what to say to the other. Two cowards in love, two cowards afraid to fess up, two cowards staring the mating bond in the face but choosing to ignore it for the sake of saving their hearts.Â
The silence between you is too much for Azriel, so he stands from the bed. You look up to him, eyes shining with a look that he can only describe as fearful enough to make him stop in his tracks.
You truly are disappointed when he stands, secretly wishing heâd attempt to coddle you and offer to take care of you. You curse yourself silently for letting yourself feel so much towards him in this vulnerable moment, especially after working so hard to become an emotionless wall of obsidian for the last three months.Â
âIâIâm sorry for barging in, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.â he stammers, watching as his shadows insist on swirling around you in a protective manner insteading of coming back to him. âIf youâre really okay, Iâll just goââ
âSâStay.â you nearly beg, eyes shimmering with tears you didnât know were there as you stare up at him. His face flares with shock at your words, taken aback by your desperation. âIâI mean, if you donât mind. I justâjust would really appreciate the company.â you continue, feeling pathetic as you try to reel yourself back in mentally before you start sobbing in front of him.
âIf you want me to, I can, Iâll keep guard for you if it makes you feel safe.â he says simply, smiling weakly at you.Â
Azriel is quiet as he walks towards the desk on the other side of your room, pulling the chair to face towards the bed before sitting down. He turns to you to see your brow furrow as he sits, lips pulled into a frown. His gaze softens as you stare at him and you know you look pitiful, but canât help the way your heart aches for him, the way your body craves his next to yours right now.Â
âAre you alright?â he questions, frowning back at you as his shadows skitter around your face in an attempt to soothe you.Â
âWould youâfuck.â you murmur, blinking back the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. âWould you want to stay in the bed with me?â
Heâs up in an instant, his heart working faster than his mind as he nods at you. Your own heart skips a beat as he glides over to the bed, climbing into the spot that you leave for him. He slips under the covers but sits with his back propped against the pillows, halfway sitting up as one of his wings hovers over you in a protective manner.Â
You canât help but give him a watery smile as you inch closer to where heâs sitting, looking up at him as if youâre waiting for permission to approach him. He gives you an inviting smile back, adjusting his arms so you can get as close to him as you want. Youâre hesitant at first, but push past your doubts as you lay next to him, your body flush against his side as you lean your head against his warm chest.Â
You try to go back to sleep, but your body is still tense against his, on edge as the nightmare you just woke up from replays in your head every time you close your eyes. Azrielâs arm relaxes at your back, his hand coming up to squeeze your shoulder gently.
âIâm here,â he says, voice barely above a whisper as he reaches down to wipe a rogue tear that slipped down your cheek. âYou can sleep, youâre safe with me.â
Thatâs all you need to hear for your body to fully relax finally, drifting to sleep as you try not to think about the conversation youâll have to have with the shadowsinger in the morning.
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Sunlight streams through the large window in your bedroom when you wake, groaning softly as you grab a pillow to cover your eyes and curse yourself internally for forgetting to shut the blinds last night.Â
It takes a moment for you to realize that your bed is emptier than it was when you fell back asleep last night, the space where the shadowsinger once sat now empty next to you. You sit up in bed when you realize youâre alone, a sinking feeling in your chest as you do.Â
The sinking feeling is quickly replaced by one of joy when you look to the empty side of the bed and see what he left in his place. Thereâs a silver tray on the bedside table next to where Azriel slept, and on top of it is a plate with an almond croissant from your favorite bakery and a cup of berries next to a glass of water and the rest of the pills and salves that Madja had you on.Â
A note sits by the food that reads âGone to train. Didnât want to wake you, you looked too peaceful. Enjoy.âÂ
You truly donât stop smiling the entire time you eat, unable to fight the giddiness that you feel from the tiny act of kindness. You read over the note at least ten times, memorizing every swirl and scribble of his writing before starting to get ready for the day.Â
Though thereâs an ache in your wings as you stretch them when getting dressed, just like Madja had warned you about, you realize that you havenât felt this good in months. Your chest feels lighter, mind clearer, and eyes brighter as you think about your mate.Â
MateâŠMateâŠfuck.
Your excited mood sours when you think about the conversation that has yet to be had with Azriel. Youâre almost entirely sure that he knows now, considering youâre 99.99% certain you could feel his concern for you striking down the bond last night when you woke from your nightmare.Â
It takes you longer than it should to get into your leathers, but youâve decided that you want to train, want to face Azriel this morning, want to see which of you will be the first to break.Â
The sun feels more intense than normal as you make it to the roof of the House of Wind, just in time to see Azriel, Cassian, andâsurprisinglyâRhys stowing their weapons away after wrapping up their own training. Itâs well past the time that the Valkyries finish their daily session, so the three of them mustâve wanted to take advantage of you asking for the day off, using the hour to spar with each other instead. Theyâre all shirtless, likely due to the heat, so your eyes obviously drift directly to your mate as soon as you step foot onto the roof.Â
Heâs facing away from you, so you can see the swirls of his dark tattoos over the expanse of his back and shoulders. Thereâs sweat beading down his neck and you can see that his hair is slightly damp as he runs his fingers through it. Your mind wanders as you stare at him, wondering what it would be like to dig your fingers into the skin of his back while youâre underâ
Your thoughts are interrupted by a lone shadow snaking around your hand as Azriel whips around, looking in your direction likely due to his other shadows alerting him to your presence. He raises a brow when he sees you in your leathers, mouth open as if heâs about to speak as you approach the trio, but he says nothing.Â
âWe thought you were taking the day off today,â Cassian says, stepping in for Azriel as heâs obviously at a loss for words.Â
âI was supposed to be,â you start, looking down to your side to adjust the sword there as it wobbles in its sheath, âbut Madjaâs prediction about my pain levels after coming off of the pain tonic were wrong, Iâm feeling great this morning. So, I decided to come up and train, with or without a trainer.â
Azriel doesnât miss the way your eyes glimmer with confidence and hope as you speak to your brother, knowing that heâs not likely to try to argue with you now that youâre cleared to spar and use your powers again. Itâs the happiest heâs seen you in months, and it makes his heart swell, accidentally projecting his adoration in your direction. Your smile falters as you feel a tug at your own chest, eyes flicking towards him as your heart lurches.Â
As the two of you stare at each other with wide eyes, you feel a talon rake down your obsidian mental walls that youâre finally able to put up again.Â
Are you alright? Rhys questions wordlessly, making you finally break your staring contest with Azriel.
Quite alright. Just ready to spar and have a very serious conversation with a specific shadowsinger, if you donât mind giving us some privacy. You snap mentally, glaring at Rhys as he smirks at you.Â
Is it finally happening? He retorts teasingly.
Not if you donât get out of my head and off this damn roof. You bite back before slamming your mental shields back up, blocking the High Lord from teasing you anymore.Â
âWell, I donât have any urgent tasks this morning, so we can continue with training as usual if youâd like.â Azriel suggests, the faintest smile on his lips as he stares at you.Â
Cassian looks between the two of you for a moment, eyes wide before taking a step back with Rhys, who leads him away before he can ruin the moment for you. Heâs probably silently telling your brother whatâs about to happen as they walk away, considering you hear Cassian say âfucking finallyâ as they reach the door.
âThat sounds great,â you say finally, smiling at him meekly.
The morning proceeds as usual, but youâre a little more distant than usual, and it definitely doesnât have anything to do with the fact that heâs standing in front of you shirtless as he instructs you how to kick and punch defensively, or the fact that you just felt him tug on the bond. Yeah, it definitely has nothing to do with either of those things.Â
âYouâre distracted.â Azriel says matter-of-factly when you throw a half-assed punch that he easily blocks with his forearm.Â
âOh, am I?â you say sarcastically, sweat beading down your forehead as you throw another kick towards the male, though he easily pushes your leg back down.Â
âWanna talk about it? Or do you just want to punch it out?â he suggests, raising a brow as you huff in annoyance.Â
âJust wanna punch it out, canâtâcanât talk about it.â you retort, shaking your head.
Youâre terrified to admit what you felt earlier, terrified that heâs going to laugh in your face and tell you that heâd never want you and that youâve been pining over him to no avail.Â
âI think you can talk about it. I think youâre just scared,â he taunts, confidence rising in him as he feels your frustration and longing subconsciously projected down the bond.
âYouâll laugh at me,â you pant out, pushing down your feelings as you throw another punch. âYouâll hate me and never talk to me again if I talk about it.â
Thatâs when Azrielâs face drops, his hand coming up to grasp your wrist when you try to throw one last punch. He feels like heâs just been punched in the gut, like heâs the biggest asshole in the world. You truly think he hates you and that he would never want anything to do with you other than training you and being acquaintances. His heart lurches at the thought, but he keeps his composure as he looks down to you.
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â he insists, frowning at you.Â
Your breath hitches as he maintains his light hold on your wrist, tugging you closer so youâre shielded by his wings from the sun beating down on you.Â
âYouâYou donât get it.â you say, voice barely audible as you fear for the worst.
You tell yourself that heâs going to want nothing to do with you after you finally say what youâve both been feeling for the last day, that heâs going to reject the bond and never speak to you again. Thatâs what youâve told yourself since the day the bond snapped for you all those years ago, so why would it be any different now?
âWhat donât I get?â he implores.
He wants you to be the one to admit it, to confirm what heâs been feeling, to confirm that he isnât delusional. He needs to hear you say it, he feels like heâs going to die if you donât say it in the next thirty seconds to be honest.
âYou can say it, tell me what I donât get.â he coaxes, eyes glued on yours as you stare at his hand wrapped around your wrist. âI wonât laugh at you.â
You finally look up at him with that, seeing that thereâs nothing but serious adoration shining in his eyes as he waits impatiently for you to speak. Heâs about to explode if you donât just fucking admit it.
âI know that you know, Azriel.â you say bluntly, frowning up at him, âIâI know that you know that Iâm your Gods-damned mate, and I know that youâve been ignoring it because you donât want it to be true. I know you wish that anyone else in this world was your mateââ
Before you can continue your breakdown, you feel two warm hands on your cheeks, pulling you towards the male in front of you. Something wonderful blooms in your chest as he leans down, pressing his lips against yours in a searing kiss. Thereâs five hundred fucking years of intensity behind that kiss and it almost knocks you off your feet, but Azriel is there to wrap a strong arm around your waist to pull your body flush to his instead.
He doesnât pull away for a while, savoring the way your lips feel against his as if itâs the last time heâll ever be able to touch you in his life. It feels so right to be kissing you, like your bodies are made to be flush against each other, like your lips were made to mold to each otherâs.Â
Once he does pull away, thereâs a wild look in his eyes that youâve never seen before, one you can only assume is filled with love and satisfaction.Â
âI donât know what made you think that I would hate the idea of being your mate, but Iâve been waiting five fucking centuries for this moment right here.â he says against your lips, both of your souls humming with excitement as he pulls you back in for another quick kiss. âItâs a true honor to be your mate, and I promise to make up for every moment of lost time that we had over the last five decades in any way that I can. I promise to keep you safe and never let you feel alone ever again. Youâre not getting rid of me for a very long time.â
Relief washes over you at his words, though youâre unable to completely comprehend the fact that he actually wants you back. Itâll come to you eventually, so for now you push the doubt you have away in order to enjoy the moment the two of you are sharing.
âYou promise?â you say, eyes shimmering with more tears, thankfully these ones are happy tears for once.
âI promise,â he retorts with a smile, âI promise to give you everything you deserve and more, okay?â
âThat sounds perfect to me,â you giggle, reaching up to cup his cheeks gently as he leans into your touch.Â
He grins and pulls you in for another kiss, this one just as passionate as the last, if not more. You never want him to pull away, never want to forget the feeling of his lips against yours. It feels as though time stops for a moment while the two of you stand there, soaking up all of the love shimmering through the bond between your souls.
âHey! Finish up your love fest and get your asses inside.â you hear your brother call out from the door to the roof, wondering if he was eavesdropping this entire time, âItâs time to celebrate you two idiots finally admitting what weâve all been waiting to happen for years.âÂ
Azriel chuckles against your lips one more time before pulling away, placing a kiss on your forehead before reaching for your hand.Â
âYou ready?â he asks gently as you intertwine your fingers with his.Â
âReady as Iâll ever be.â you retort, following him inside to begin the rest of your eternal lives, finally together.Â
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through the cold, with you
synopsis: amid the biting cold of patrol, katsuki finds his own way to keep you warm.
pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader
âč àŁȘ Ë notes: was listening to a song and it went "i would burn my words to warm you up" and i want that kinda devotion tbh
the night air is sharp, biting at your skin as you walk through the quiet streets on patrol. the chill settles into your bones, making your fingers stiff and your nose go numb.
you pull your jacket tighter, but it feels like the cold is winning, no matter what you do.
beside you, katsuki strides ahead, his steps purposeful and his posture as commanding as ever. he doesnât seem bothered by the weather at all.
you try to shake off the discomfort, but the cold is relentless, seeping through your clothes and making it harder to focus.
you force your steps to keep in line with his, but your movements are slower now. every breath feels like it could be your last.
he doesnât even notice. or so you think.
another few minutes pass, and you feel your teeth start to chatter.
you glance over at katsuki, his fiery gaze locked straight ahead, his usual scowl firmly in place. h
eâs always been the type to push through anythingâcold, pain, exhaustionâand now, it feels like the wind is just another enemy to him.
you, on the other hand, are starting to feel the weight of it all.
just as youâre about to speak up, to mention that youâre starting to freeze, katsuki stops walking without warning. his shoulders tense, and you can hear his breath cut through the air.
you blink in confusion as he turns to face you, his eyes narrowing slightly as they sweep over your figure, taking in the subtle signs of discomfort you hadnât voiced aloud.
âyou good?â he asks, voice still rough but softer than usual. his eyes linger on you for a moment, like heâs waiting for you to admit something, to ask for help.
but he doesnât push.
you hesitate. heâs been protective of you since you first got together, but thereâs a difference between that and actually asking for help.
you try to brush it off, giving him a small smile. âyeah, just a little cold. Iâll be fine.â
katsuki eyes you skeptically. âbullshit.â
you donât have time to react before he steps toward you. before you even realize whatâs happening, his hand is reaching for the collar of your coat.
his fingers brush against your skin as he unzips your jacket without a word, then pulls off the heavy scarf wrapped around his neck.
you open your mouth to protest, but before you can say anything, katsuki is already wrapping it around you, tightening it just enough to offer some protection against the cold.
you blink at him, confused. âkatsuki, whatââ
âshut up,â he mutters, cutting you off. he adjusts the scarf so it fits snugly around your neck, tucking the ends in carefully. âyouâre freezing, and Iâm not having you catch a cold.â
he steps back, his hand brushing against your shoulder as he assesses his work.
then, without another word, he reaches into his bag and pulls out a thermosâwhen the hell did he put that in? âhere,â he says gruffly, holding it out toward you.
you take it from him, still caught in the bewilderment of what just happened. the warm liquid inside is a welcome relief to your frozen fingers as you take a sip.
katsuki watches you for a moment, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp. itâs like heâs silently making sure youâre okay, his watchful eyes never leaving you.
âbetter?â he asks, his tone a bit soft. thereâs something protective in his voice, the kind of thing you never used to hear from him. you take another sip of the drink, nodding.
âyeah, much better. thanks.â
he huffs, his lips twitching in that small, familiar smirk that only you get to see. âyou better be, or Iâll drag you back home and shove you under a heater myself.â
you laugh, the sound warmer than itâs been in the last hour. his eyes soften for a second, and for a moment, you swear you catch a flicker of something affectionate in them before itâs gone.
itâs like he doesnât want to make a big deal out of it, but thereâs no mistaking the care heâs showing.
you glance up at him as the silence stretches, a little unsure of what to say next. but heâs already taking a step forward again, his body language a silent invitation for you to follow.
âcome on,â he says, his voice commanding as ever. âletâs get this patrol over with.â
you start walking beside him again, feeling the warmth of the scarf wrap around your neck like a promise.
the cold is still there, but itâs manageable now. itâs bearable. and, somehow, his presence seems to push it away, too.
you can feel the heat from his side, the way his body radiates strength, and the knowledge that heâs always looking out for you, even when he doesnât say it out loud.
as you walk beside him, you try to ignore the soft smile thatâs tugging at the corners of your lips.
he might act like he doesnât care much for these thingsâgestures of affection, quiet acts of loveâbut he shows it in his own way. and, in the end, thatâs all that matters.
katsuki steps forward again, his arm sliding around your waist and pulling you into his chest with surprising force.
âstop shivering, damn it,â he mutters, the rough edge in his voice doing nothing to hide the concern underneath. his body heat surrounds you as he keeps you pressed close, his hand firm against your back.
you stiffen for a moment, unsure of how to respond to the sudden proximity, but his warmth is undeniable. your body relaxes against his, letting the heat from him seep into you.
thereâs something comforting in the way he holds you, like heâs willing to bear all the cold, so you donât have to.
you tilt your head up slightly, just enough to meet his gaze, which is softer than usual. his face is still serious, but you can see the care in his eyes, the way heâs watching you closely.
for a second, the two of you just stand there, his arms wrapped around you, your body pressed against his.
âandâuh youâre welcome,â he says, so quietly you almost donât hear him.
his gaze softens, just slightly, before he turns back and starts walking again, already heading toward the next stretch of their patrol.
a grin makes its way up your face, and it makes your husband blush furiously and press a firm kiss on the top of your head. he is trying to hideâyou know that much.
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i miss you (Park Jihyo x Reader)
Angst with happy ending , smut
Was going to post this yesterday but I got sick again (or well I got worse after I felt better) but here we are! That being said I wrote this in a sick ish blur so if itâs not good Iâm so sorry it was a fever dream writing it.
Your girlfriend Jihyo wasnât always distant, even with her busy schedule of performances and recordings she still found a way to make time for you, more time than she had probably but then her solo debut came around and that changed.
Missed texts, calls, dinners, pretty much everything was met with a âIâm sorry baby, practice is running lateâ. She left the house before you woke up, and got home after you were in bed most days, though she was attentive and caring the few times you see each other, constant affection as usual.
Tonight was no different than the last how ever many, it was seven in the evening and you had cooked dinner for the two of you as she had promised she would be home in time and she was so stressed, itâs the least you can do for the love of your life.
Of course you trusted her words when she said sheâd be on time, even if that was the naive thing to do, but now she was an hour late than she agreed to and you were sat on your couch drinking the wine that was meant for dinner. Then you get a phone call.
*Incoming call*
Hyoâ€ïžâđ„
You sit up fast, placing your wine glass on the coffee table before answering.
âHyo, is everything okay?â You answer, âwhere are you?â
âHey baby.â She starts, you can tell itâs not good news from her tone, the way she putting fake happiness in her voice.
âYouâre not coming, are you?â, Disappointments laced every one of your words.
âIâm sorry love, they want to extend rehearsal for a couple hours.â You can hear the guilt seeping into her apology, âI have to stay since itâs you know my song, so Iâll have to miss dinner and Iâll be back late.â
You let out an amused huff, figures, how could you think tonight was any different than usual.
âRight.â You pause, looking at the made dinner on the table that is now cold and her wine glass that is still full, a couple candles scattered around, flowers sitting in the center waiting to be gifted to Jihyo,tears welling up in your eyes.
âIâm really sor-â
âItâs fine. Really.â Your voice breaks slightly, almost unnoticeable except for the fact that Jihyo knows every little thing about you especially when youâre not okay.
âYou donât sound fine.â
âJihyo itâs okay, Iâll see you later.â
She knew it wasnât okay, from your shaky voice to the fact that you called her âJihyoâ instead of âHyoâ or some other sweet pet name but she decided not to push while in front her band members.
âOkay, I love you-â
Jihyo can barely get the words out before you hang up, teary eyed glancing once again at the set dinner table with full plates, the sink with dishes from your couple hours of cooking.
Deciding to leave everything where it is, you head back to the couch and pick the wine glass up once again, sitting there until your girlfriend got home which was about three hours later.
You hear the door unlock and close, her keys being thrown onto the table by the door, and her heavy bag hitting the floor before she walks into the living room youâre in. She finds you sitting, watching some movie or more so dissociating while staring at the screen, empty wine glass in hand with the bottle on the table not empty but close to it.
âBaby..â she says, itâs quiet like sheâs scared.
You donât answer you just look at her, eyes watery and red from crying, tears stained your shirt.
âIâm so sorry Iâm late.â
No answer again.
âLet me make it up to you.â
The only noise you make is a little chuckle, a familiar promise of her making it up to you that she has been making for weeks but never followed through.
âDid you eat?â She asks, quieter than before if possible.
âDoes it look like I did?â You bitterly ask while waving your hand at the dinner table in the other room.
Jihyoâs eyes follow your hand, seeing the full untouched plates with a full wine glass, then she see the flowers and candles which causes her eyes to fill with guilty tears.
âOh..â it comes out as a choked whisper, âIâm so sorry.â She finally walks over to you, getting on her knees in front of you and placing her hands on your knees, âI really wanted to be here, but rehearsal-â
She canât finish her sentence before youâre pushing her hands off of you and standing up to go into the dining room.
âCan you stop making excuses Jihyo?â It comes out louder than expected, as you speak you start picking up the plates to throw the food away but she puts a hand on your wrist before you can get to the trash can.
âDonât throw it out.â
âReally? Youâre going to eat the dinner I made 5 hours ago? now?â
âMaybe, if it makes you feel better.â Jihyo can feel herself getting irritated after the long day of rehearsal, she knows she shouldnât be seeing as sheâs the one hurting you.
âI donât think it will.â Before you throw the plates in the trash, admittedly harder than necessary, the both of them shattering when they land.
âHey! can we just talk? Instead of throwing thingsâ she says exasperated at the new angry behavior of yours.
âJihyo, Iâve been wanting to talk. For weeks. And you were nowhere to be found.â
âIâve been here every night.â
âYeah when Iâm already asleep. And then you leave before I even wake up. When should I talk to you during those times? Huh?â
âBaby you know how my job is, the schedules-â
âYeah i do. And I know i agreed to dealing with it but⊠I feel like I donât even know you anymore.â
âYou do know me, Iâm the same person as Iâve always been.â
âNo, Jihyo, youâre not.â A pause. âWhenâs the last time we went on a date?â Tears filled your eyes again.
âI-I donât know, a week ago?â She stuttered, taken aback by the sudden questioning.
â3. 3 weeks ago. Whenâs the last time you ate a dinner I made you while it was still hot?â
âI- I donât know.â She looks at the ground in shame.
âExactly.â You try walking to the door.
âW-â
âNo. I donât want to hear your excuses anymore.â Turning back to face her.
âPlease, baby. Letâs talk about this.â She goes to grab your hands which you quickly pull away as you walk in the other direction, leaning against the kitchen counter.
âGo ahead. You have 5 minutes.â
âWh- are you serious? 5 minutes?â The shock leaves her face as she sees the serious look on your face, âI know Iâve been distant, and truly I am so sorry. I know my job isnât an excuse but you have to understand I canât exactly say no to staying longer or canceling schedules.â
âThatâs not ev- the problem is that when you donât have a schedule youâre nowhere to be found.â
âBecause Iâm tired, y/n. Itâs exhausting sometimes to do what I do.â
âToo tired for me?â
âThatâs not what i meant.â
Thereâs silence as you look as her, contemplating your next words.
âMaybe we should break up.â
âWh- what? N-no.â Panic fills Jihyo as you speak, nausea taking over her body.
âHyo, I donât know if I can do this anymore, barely seeing you when you have a comeback and when you donât, youâre on tour.â
âBut-â
âYouâre losing me Jihyo. You being gone all the time, it hurts. I just want you to be around more but you canât do that.â
âIâll do better. Iâll make them cancel some rehearsal days, bring you on tour with me, anything. I mean Iâll even take a hiatus.â
âYouâd do that?â
âIf it meant keeping you.â She was genuine, in all the years youâd known her you had grown to distinguish when she wasnât being truthful, âPlease, give me another chance.â She grabs your hands, this time slowly but you donât pull away this time which ignites a hope in Jihyo.
âFine. Maybe not a hiatus but-â
She cuts you off with a kiss, hands going to your face, it was soft and sweet, her love being translated through it.
âI love you.â Her eyes staring into yours, hands still on your cheeks, âIâll do better. As a matter of fact, Iâm going take tomorrow off.â
âCan you even do that?â You ask shocked, but a smile returns to your face.
âI mean, I am the idol, what are they gonna do without me? And they canât fire me, Iâm too valuable.â
You push her away playfully at the last part but sheâs quick to grab your hands and pull you into her.
âHow can i make it up to you?â
âWell, in general a lot, but just tonight? You can start by doing the dishes and then maybe joining me in the bedroom?â Your eyes are mischievous and suggestive as you look at her.
âCanât we just skip to the bedroom part?â She pouts as she looks at the dishes in the sink and on the stove from the day.
âIf you donât do them, there will be no bedroom part.â You answer as she push her off you and towards the sink.
âCome onnnnâ
You keep walking as she pouts heading to your shared room, deciding on skin care and changing to waste the time.
As youâre standing in front of your dresser, only wearing a pair of sweatpants, a voice from behind you appears.
âI think putting on clothes is kinda pointless.â Jihyo rasps out, as you meet her eyes in the mirror on your dresser theyâre dark with blown pupils and staring directly at your bare chest.
âI have eyes you know.â At which she shifts her gaze up to make eye contact, a playful smirk on her face. But you do slide your sweatpants off onto the floor causing your girlfriend to smile.
âAnd I love those too.â She says walking behind you to wrap her arms around your waist, head on your shoulder with her mouth next to your ear, âbut.. Iâve just missed touching you so much.â You feel her lips press into your neck and leaving a few marks as her hands glide up to squeeze your chest, fingers pinching your nipples, lips moving down to your shoulder before making eye contact with you, âWhy donât you go lay down for me pretty girl?â A soft dominance wafting off of her, you of course follow her orders immediately laying on the bed and spreading your legs slightly to show the growing wet spot on your underwear. Jihyo just stands at the end of the bed, staring at you with her lower lip between her teeth, eyes slowly moving from your face down your body almost lost in the sight of you, a minute passes before you speak.
ââŠHyo?â
âHm.â
âAre you going to stop staring and join me or?â
A blush spreads across her face before a smirk takes over.
âSorry for admiring my absolutely gorgeous girlfriend.â She teases as she finally gets on the bed and climbs up to hover over you, hers eyes shining with love and once again staring you down as she studied your face for the millionth time in your relationship. You try interrupting her stares by leaning in to kiss her but she playfully pulls away, âIâm not done looking.â A hand goes to rest on your cheek.
âHyo, I love you so much, but if you donât touch me after today then Iâm making you sleep outside.â
âGoing to kick me out of my own house that I pay for?â She smiles but that goes away when she sees the quirk of your eyebrow that tells her youâre dead serious, causing her to capture your lips in a passionate kiss her tongue swiping at your lips begging to be let in which you part your lips letting her tangle her tongue with yours before pulling away and biting your bottom lip bring it with her before letting it go saliva still connecting you and looking at you, eyes darker than before.
She moves her lips to your jaw leaving light kisses, moving to your neck where she starts leaving marks. One hand squeezing your thigh, the other sliding from your hip to your chest.
âHyo.â You whimper out.
âI know baby, let me take care of you.â
The kisses and marks move down to your collarbones and chest, she wraps her lips around your nipple while her hand attended the other one. After your chest is littered in purple marks and little bites her hand goes to your underwear feeling the wetness and rubbing you through the fabric making you gasp and rut up into her.
âSo needy. Youâre so wet baby, miss me that bad?â
âPlease.â
Her kissing continues down your stomach until she reaches the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down slowly making sure to leave a feathery kiss on every inch of new skin that showed, worshiping your body with her loving kisses. Reaching your knees she finally pulls your underwear all the way down and throws them to the floor, returning to her original place her face hovering over yours and you can feel the light touch of her lips on yours as she speaks again.
âIâm going to use my fingers first so I can see how much you missed me, okay?â
âWhatever you want.â
Her hand that rested on your thigh moved to your center, rubbing small circles at first. Small whimpers come out of your mouth as you close your eyes, truthfully you hadnât really had sex that wasnât a quickie in a green room for a performance in weeks so even her light touch had you close to finishing.
âWait.â You say which causes her to stop and worry, âYou know, youâre fully clothedâŠâ
âUh huh..â she says a smile on her lips, her fingers going back to making small circles on your clit now that she knows youâre not uncomfortable.
âAnd I am not. I donât think thatâs fair.â You can barely talk as she moves her fingers, but you get out the words even if theyâre shaky. You didnât want to tell her the real reason you wanted her clothes off is because you loved the sight of your nail marks and scratches on her back the next morning, you would trace them with your fingers as she laid down or in the shower.
Jihyo makes a show of sitting up on her heels and pulling her baggy shirt over her head, too slowly you think, her abs showing from her countless hours of rehearsals and her earlier workout. Then she unclips her bra and takes it off just as slowly, she leaves her sweatpants on though as she settles herself back, two fingers immediately going back to where they were but soon slid down to enter you agonizingly slow and were unmoving when fully inside, her thumb working circles on your clit.
âDonât teaseâ Your voice is breathless and almost a whimper as you look at her heavy lidded eyes, âplease.â
âAnything you want baby.â Her fingers move inside you as she speaks, the pace going from 0-100 almost instantly, after all she did promise to make up for her behavior so who was she to deny you, your playful threat of leaving her in the driveway for the night for not listening to you still present in her mind.
âFuck.â
âFeel good pretty girl?â Her lips brush on your ear, and her warm breath causes shivers down your spine.
âSo good.â Itâs more of a whine than actual words.
The feeling of her fingers inside of you is dizzying, vision a bit blurred, all of your thoughts consumed by her.
âYouâre doing so good. Taking my fingers so well.â
The words alone makes you tighten around her, wetness dripping onto the sheet below. You thought you were already close but then she angles her fingers up just right and it feels like youâre on fire, you hands grip her back nails digging into her skin dragging down to her waist where you pull her closer to you if possible.
âIâm so close.â
âLet go baby. You deserve it.â She whispers before kissing you but pulls away as you reach your orgasm, she just canât miss the noises you make for her.
Your vision is white as you reach your peak, back arching off the bed and into your girlfriendâs chest, nails digging into her skin again as you moan loud enough for the whole world to hear. Jihyoâs fingers donât stop moving inside you until you whine and put your hand on her wrist. You donât realize youâre holding your breath until she speaks again.
âBreathe baby.â A light chuckle falling from her lips while she strokes your cheek with her thumb, âare you okay?â
âMore than okay.â
âDoes that mean you forgive me?â
âActually I think you might have to do a redo on that apology.â
âOh yeah?â Jihyoâs eyes shined as she looked down at you
âMm.â
âI think I can do that.â Before she retreats underneath the blanket with her head between your thighs.
She ended up apologizing about 3 more times that night before you were satisfied, but Jihyo didnât mind as long as she had her girl.
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Can i request hcs for each of the kings (plus any nobles you want) and what they would do if you slip into bed with them because you had a nightmare?
Thank you for waiting, anon! I'm chipping away on these fluff requests and I'm loving every single one. I'd like to think most of our bois are cuddly universally, but let's take a closer look~
Nobles first this time!
Beleth: I wanted to bring him up because he never sleeps due to his insomnia. So, you go to look for him and he's sitting in his bed pretty much reading or relaxing because that's all he can do. Beleth would be worried that you aren't getting enough sleep because humans need sleep, and he'd rub your back, tell you a story, sing to you (he's a good singer), even make you warm milk or tea whatever gets you back to sleep. And you wouldn't have to worry about those nightmares coming back, he's right there sitting next to you and watching just in case.
Amon: His sleep schedule is strange too, but luckily you catch him at the right time where he's in his room and passed out for the time being. When you slip in next to him, he doesn't notice at first which is fine and you make yourself comfortable, at least being near him will help you stay calm to go back to sleep. Suddenly he throws his arms over you and pulls you in like a body pillow, murmuring in his sleep that you're safe. And he means it, it's like the nightmares stay away naturally and you both sleep pretty much for a while, uh oh it might have been an entire 24 hours of sleep.
Gamigin: Okay so, no one else is available to help you with your nightmares and Gamigin is oddly wide awake in the middle of the night for whatever reason. At least he's being quiet, his staff sitting up against the wall of his room as he greets you for coming in. He may not have a healing remedy for nightmares, but Lucifer always loved being cuddled by him when he first got here. So he offers you the same comfort. As you fall asleep you notice that his form has changed, his dragon self curled around you and his scales/fur seemingly soft and comforting to run your fingers over. There's just something so naturally calming about Gamigin when he's like this where you knock out instantly and stay asleep the entire time. He's so happy to help that he stays still the entire time and even dozes off with you.
Kings time!!!
Satan: Nightmares? Silly. There's no need to have nightmares when he's around. But he also understands because he'd never tell you, but he has them too. Various nightmares that he could never explain as they may overwhelm you. But as you sleep in his arms he promises to never let you experience what he has. You just need to sleep and be by his side right now. His hair is also very calming and fluffy, like a warm cat <3
Mammon: Assuming you weren't in bed with him already, he sits up in his bed and allows you to sleep in his lap (to avoid rolling over and accidentally crushing you) because he also gets restless. He massages your body gently, providing whatever comfort you need to ease your mind and go back to sleep. Even if it means he has to sacrifice his own sleep.
Beelzebub: What's funny is that he was the one who slipped in your bed, because he could sense it somehow that you were having a restless night. You're so surprised, it makes him laugh and pulls you close, telling you to go back to sleep and he'll keep you safe. His musk smells of lavender and chamomile, which instantly brings you back to a calm state. He did once joke with you that he could enter dreams if he wanted and you're wondering if that's true because he was in your dream the second time around. Maybe it's just coincidence.
Leviathan: Tapping on Leviathan's coffin is a certain death wish, but you can't help it if you're having nightmares. He's annoyed naturally because you woke him up and over something...wait...nightmares? If anyone understands having them, it's Levi. His irritation leaves and he pulls you into his coffin without a second thought and tells you to go back to sleep and everything will be fine. He links his legs with yours and holds hands allowing your head to rest on his bare chest as the both of you sleep this way. You can agree this was possibly the best you've ever slept in a while.
Lucifer: Nightmares are a natural thing that humans experience, there's really no "cure" for it other than therapy and other things to help one soothe. There's something special he can do though, which he used to do time to time as angel in Heaven. As you sleep, he presses his finger tips against your forehead and small beam of light transfers to you. Your sleep is so light and airy, like you're floating in a valley of a cloudless sky and shallow waters. He holds you in his arms the entire night, and it's so blissful you almost don't want to wake up. He doesn't do this often though because sometimes that's exactly what ends up happening. But at least you don't have nightmares anymore.
Belphegor: At first, he didn't wake up at all to you slipping in bed next to him. His soft snores are cute, and that drool on his pillow is so typical. But it's not like he doesn't know you're there, he's just not acknowledging it. Belphie flops his limbs lazily onto you, and mumbles for you to come closer cause he's "cold". You are now trapped in his embrace and he's like a damn brick the way he doesn't move. But his little snores are like tiny vibrations, lulling you back to sleep and there's a bonus, Beleth finally being able to sleep comes in with you too and crawls in bed. Now you're sandwiched.
Asmodeus: What's funny(or not), is that he was in your nightmare. The details of that nightmare? Who cares, you're confronting him about it. He expected you, and says that maybe you shouldn't ignore his texts and he wouldn't have to bother you in your sleep. But he forgives you, and welcomes to cuddle you...well...after you have some make-up sex so he can apologize for the nightmare. Although he isn't the one for aftercare, you're knocked out after the sex anyway, and you look so cute sleeping, thankfully you don't wake up when he's rubbing one out by watching you sleep.
#whb#jwhbasksâ#what in hell is bad#whb headcanons#whb kings#whb nobles#whb beleth#whb gamigin#whb amon#lol the asmo one because idk to me he would#there's nothing sfw about asmo except in rare moments#beel just being in your bed already is canon to me#jwhbrequestsđŹ
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âŠi have an idea that im unsure on whether or not i can write it myself & iâm OBSESSED with how well you always characterize logan so hear me out
iâm always thinking about the boxing scene in origins, so perhaps some boxer!logan where heâs teaching his girlfriend self defense in the gym after hours? you can make it as steamy or fluffy as you want!
iâve just been dying to submit a request because iâm a fan of your work <3
AHH, thank you so much. I love your account so much! I have been wanting to write about Boxer Logan for some time so this request is literally perfect.
boxer!logan howlett x fem!reader - fluff, fighting, teasing, banter, no y/n used, no reader description, soft logan, established relationship
"Alright, sweetheart," Logan said, his voice a low rumble that echoed off the empty gym walls. He stood in front of you, hands casually raised. The white tank top he wore clung to his chest, damp with sweat, and the sheen of it caught in the flickering overhead lights. He rolled his shoulders, muscles flexing in a way that seemed entirely unfair. "You gotta learn how to defend yourself."
You fiddled with the straps of the red gloves heâd given you, tugging at them. "I know, Logan," you said, arching a brow, "but do we really need to do this? I mean, câmonâwhatâs the point? I donât want to hurt you."
He laughed, the sound warm and deep. "Hurt me? Darlinâ, you couldnât hurt me if you tried." He tilted his head at you. "But youâre welcome to give it a shot."
You narrowed your eyes, torn between amusement and the urge to wipe that smug look off his face. He looked too at ease, standing there with his hands up and that teasing smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Alright, fine," you huffed, stepping forward. "But donât come crying to me if I accidentally break that pretty nose of yours."
"Pretty?" He raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. "Iâll take that as a compliment."
"You would," you muttered under your breath.
Logan spread his feet into a fighting stance, nodding toward you. "Câmon, then. First lessonâdonât telegraph. You gotta keep me guessing." He raised a hand to gesture toward your shoulder. "See, youâre tense here. Makes it obvious what youâre about to do. Relax."
"Relax? Thatâs easy for you to say," you shot back, shaking out your arms. "You donât have to punch you."
"Exactly," he said with a wink. "Now focus. Donât think. Just swing."
Taking a deep breath, you stepped in and threw a jab toward his chestânot too hard, but enough to show you meant business. Logan dodged it effortlessly, leaning to the side as though it were a breeze that brushed past him. He gave you an almost pitying look, clicking his tongue.
"Sloppy," he teased, circling you like a predator playing with its prey. "That all you got, sweetheart? I thought you said you didnât wanna hurt me."
You glared at him, your cheeks heating. "Oh, I will hurt you, Logan," you shot back, a spark of determination lighting in your chest. "Just wait."
He chuckled, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. "Thatâs more like it. Now stop aiming for where I amâaim for where Iâm gonna be."
You gritted your teeth, eyes narrowing as you watched him move. He was testing you, but there was something about the glint in his eyeâlike he was enjoying this, not just the sparring, but you. You tried to read him, to guess his next step, and when he shifted ever so slightly, you swung again, this time aiming lower.
To your surprise, he stepped right into it, catching your gloved hand in his palm with a sharp smack. His grip was firm but careful, and he grinned down at you, clearly pleased. "Not bad," he said, his voice softening. "Youâre getting there."
You groaned, tugging your hand back. "You let me get that one."
"Maybe," he said with a shrug, the cocky edge returning. "But you still gotta work on your follow-through. What if I wasnât nice enough to stop it, huh?"
"Nice? Youâre about as nice as a brick wall," you muttered, trying to ignore the way your heart was poundingânot from exertion, but from the way he was looking at you.
Loganâs grin softened into something almost fond. "Youâve got more fight in you than you think," he said, reaching out to gently adjust your stance. His hands lingered on your shoulders for just a second before he stepped back. "Now, one more time. And this time, I want you to mean it."
You nodded, steeling yourself. He was still smirking, but there was something else there tooâa flicker of pride, maybe, or just the satisfaction of seeing you rise to the challenge. Whatever it was, you werenât about to let him down.
You shifted your weight, fixing your gaze on his chest as if it were a target. Then, without warning, you lunged forward, throwing your whole body into the punch. He moved to dodge, but this time you were readyâyou adjusted mid-swing, your fist just grazing his ribs. It wasnât much, but it was enough to make him blink, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.
"Well, look at that," Logan said, stepping back and rubbing his side with exaggerated drama. "You almost got me."
"Almost?" you said, crossing your arms. "Pretty sure I felt that connect."Â
"Sure, sure," he said, smirking as he leaned closer, his voice dropping. "Next time, maybe try a little harder. You might even make me flinch."
You rolled your eyes, but you couldnât help the smile tugging at your lips. âWhatever, letâs just go again.â You stepped back, shaking out your hands like a boxer psyching themselves up.
Logan smirked, circling you slowly, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and challenge. His confidence was infuriatingâlike he was untouchable, always one step ahead. But as he moved, you caught his focus was on your gloves, like he thought that was all you had to work with.
Big mistake.
You let your shoulders drop, exhaling slowly as if you were done. "Alright, you win," you said, feigning defeat. "Youâre too good, Logan. I give up."
He tilted his head, one brow quirking in suspicion, but the grin never left his face. "Oh, câmon now, donât quit on me, sweetheart. Whereâs that fire I saw a minute ago?"
"Itâs gone," you sighed dramatically, letting your gloves hang at your sides. Then, as he paused in his pacing, you stepped forward, closing the distance between you in two quick strides. Loganâs smirk faltered slightly, his eyes narrowing as if he sensed something coming.
Instead of throwing a punch, you leaned in and kissed him.
For a split second, Logan froze. His lips were warm and slightly parted, caught completely off guard by the sudden move. You felt his breath hitch against your mouth, and thenâjust as he started to kiss you backâyou shifted your weight and swept your foot behind his ankle, knocking him clean off balance.
âWhoaâ!â Logan grunted as he hit the mat with a thud, his broad shoulders absorbing most of the impact. He blinked up at you in shock, sprawled out flat on his back.
You straightened, grinning down at him as you tugged your gloves off one by one and tossed them aside. âGotcha,â you said, hands on your hips.
He stared up at you, and you couldnât tell if he was more surprised or impressed. Then, a slow, lazy smile spread across his face, and he let out a low chuckle that made your stomach flip. "Well, Iâll be damned. That was sneaky."
You crouched down beside him, trying to look innocent. âWhatâs the matter, big guy? Canât handle a little creative thinking?â
âCreative thinking, huh?â Logan propped himself up on his elbows, his grin turning wolfish. âI donât think that counts when you cheat.â
You gasped, feigning offense. âCheat? Cheat? I think youâre just mad I finally got the drop on you.â
âOh, is that what you think?â he drawled, his tone playful but laced with a hint of a challenge. Before you could blink, his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, yanking you forward. You let out a startled laugh as you tumbled down onto the mat, landing half on top of him.
âLogan!â you protested, trying to pull back, but his arms wrapped around your waist holding you in place. He was grinning up at you now, his eyes bright with amusement that made your breath catch.
âYouâre gettinâ cocky, sweetheart,â he said, his voice low and teasing. âBut I gotta admit, that was a hell of a move.â
You smirked, leaning in just enough to meet his gaze head-on. âGuess youâre not as quick as you thought you were, huh?â
âCareful,â he murmured, his fingers brushing along your side. âYou keep talkinâ like that, and I might have to teach you another lesson.â
âOh yeah?â you shot back, your voice dropping to match his. âAnd whatâs that?â
Instead of answering, Logan pulled you down the rest of the way and kissed you, slow and deliberate. His lips were warm and firm, and he kissed like he foughtâwith total confidence and just a hint of something wild beneath the surface. The world narrowed to just the two of you: the heat of his body against yours, the rough scrape of his stubble, the way his hand slid up your back like he didnât want to let you go.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and his voice was a low, satisfied rumble. âLesson one,â he said, his smirk returning. âNever let your guard down.â
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Ghostly Companion-- Chapter 3
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[Ao3]
So sorry for the wait! My ribs are really tender right now so I took an extra day to avoid moving my arms as much.
This is mostly a lot of introspective word-vomit (and adorable Mr. Crawling!) Have fun and enjoy!
When you woke up the next morning, bleary-eyed and limbs heavy, you didnât quite register the weight on your stomach until it moved, long strands of hair falling directly onto your face and into your mouth.
âPffââ You spit out, eyes blinking open to see your brand new companion looking delightful and far too energetic for whatever time in the morning it is.Â
âHello!â He greeted happily. âYou âââ!âÂ
âGood morningâŠâ You manage to groan out, gently pushing the brunt of his weight off your chest and watching as he rolls to your side.
You sigh, taking a few spare moments to fully wake up before hauling yourself up, carefully unwinding the gray arms wrapped around your body. Your morning routine was quick, methodical, and you hardly realized when you finished draping your futon on the balcony to air out until you approached your now-empty tatami mats and only saw Mr. Crawling sitting down patiently.Â
You⊠werenât quite sure what to do now. Breakfast, maybe? Do ghosts need breakfast? You donât recall ever seeing Mr. Crawling eat anything at all during your short amount of time together, but maybe that was because his world was a barren wasteland. You certainly saw other evidence of human-eating ghosts in his world.Â
Would his behaviors be similar to all those myths and legendsâ or at least to his fellow ghosts? Getting⊠human flesh to feed him wouldnât be easy, if he liked it at all. But, youâd much rather him feast on someone else rather than on your own flesh if your hunch was right. You doubt heâd do much else than nibble at an unimportant limb, but you also never experienced a grumpy Mr. Crawlingâ or any version of him that wasnât incessantly pleasant and sweet. He could go crazy, and you, the idiot who housed him and let him cuddle up against your vital organs, would be first in line to his stomach.Â
That wonât do. You made it out of a near death-match once already. Youâre keeping yourself and your lovely prize of a companion safe and happy. Even if it means having to go elbow deep in blood. While somewhat chilling, the thought bringing up those unfortunate memories, you find it easier to think about knowing that the blood would be from someone you donât even know.Â
An unimportant stranger. A stupid stranger.
Well, finding a person would still take some time. A part of your mind wanders back to the mountains where numerous people are said to have gone missing throughout the yearâ something to do with another ghost wearing a raincoat and umbrella. An urban legend, but one thatâs pretty widely believed in these parts of the city. You donât find it to be trueâ after all, youâve been stuck there before and came out perfectly fine each and every time, so it must be other peoplesâ lack of survival skills that killed them out there.
Which was great, honestly. Youâd be able to chalk everything up to a nonexistent being. People wouldnât bat an eye at a nice, young, and good-looking person such as you wandering around in cute looking clothes and âemptyâ hands. Harmless. A naive adult who was curious and âstuck close to the trails.â You could do that. Besides, it would only be for a few hours every⊠few weeks, maybe? You imagine harvesting human flesh to be something like cattleâ one body would last a very long amount of time in the deep freezer.
Yeah. That would also fit into your schedule, so it all works out. The tedious part would be just finding a loner you could convince to take a run through the mountains to prove their bravery or some random trait like that.
Well, that part can always come later. For now, it was time to settle your needs.
You were hungry, and so you went off to your kitchen after giving Mr. Crawling a brief pat on the head, digging through your fridge for anything you could make.
Your fridge was still full of fresh foods from a grocery trip taken before your whole descent into that world that shall-not-be-named, and it was almost offensive at how nothing really seemed to care about your disappearance, but you could take it out on the food once it gets on a plate.Â
You fished out some eggs, rice, and random toppings, combining it into one mixed up bowl and placing it on your floor table as you turned on the television.
A quick offer of a mouthful of your food to Mr. Crawling resulted in his curious face sniffing and staring closely at it before taking the biteâ and swallowing it after a few swishes in his mouth. No chewing.
Huh. So, he liked raw eggs?Â
You got up to grab two more, swiftly taking your seat on the floor cushion and holding one up in front of his face.
He smiled, inspecting it somewhat. âObject eat?â He asks, poking delicately at it.
You nodded. âYou want?â You asked, making a move to show him how the egg was part of the stuff he had eaten.
When he nods, you crack the egg against the counter, holding it above his mouth, ready to break it open. He was brieflyâ and rather adorablyâ confused at the action, but opened his jaws wide, showcasing rows of razor sharp teeth.
You didnât need to pass biology class to know that they indicated a very carnivorous diet.Â
You cracked open the egg, letting it drop into his mouth and watching, with mild repulsion, as he swallowed it whole, looking happy and satisfied as he licked his lips.
Well thenâ raw eggs would tide him over until an actual meal (if he even needs one). Good to know.Â
His mouth opened wide once again as you discarded the shell and cracked the second one open, letting it plop into his mouth and go down the hatch.
That was actually kind of fun. A few years ago, you briefly considered getting chickens of your own until you realized just how many eggs a small flock of 3 could produce in a week. Mr. Crawling seems to be an excellent excuse to get someâ not after moving out, of course. Well, you doubt anyone here would care if they spot some fluffed up feathers every now and then.
After that brief breakfast, you steeled yourself to continue your normal everyday activitiesâ as if nothing happened.
And you also needed to make an elaborate lie about where you were the past day. You had no doubts that, if you told the truth, you would be shipped off to an institution and have your companion exorcized within the next 24 hours.
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Your friends, very concerned, simply would not stop asking you questions and berating your decision to split off from the main groupâ as if they hadnât dragged you to the bravery challenge against your complaints.
There were 5 people you needed to comfort. And, there will be about 15 people youâll need to apologize to for your inability to workâ paired with the cordial, expensive gifts and handwritten letter to your boss begging not to be fired.Â
Annoying, annoying, annoying.
You patted Mr. Crawlingâs head as you searched up the nearest sales.Â
At least he was cute. Like a little, loyal puppy. He was so low maintenance outside of his potential human-flesh needs and his desire for attentionâ which you could most definitely work with. It was nice and relaxing being with him, not having to worry about all the tiny societal rules you had to follow with everyone else. And, now that you were back in your own world, it felt refreshingly nice having someone depend on you instead of it being the other way around.Â
You had power here. And it was nice.
âYou mad?â Mr. Crawling ask, cheek pressed up against your neck as he looked over your shoulder at your laptop screen, fingers flicking through ads and discount codes with sharp tap tap tapâs that indicated your irritated mood.
âMe not mad you,â You mumbled, hand reaching up to play with his hair. It was nice and soft now, your conditioner having worked its magic.Â
âHumans.â You muttered, not particularly in the mood to elaborate.
âHumans?â
âMhm,â You hum, gently rubbing soothing circles into his scalp and watching, satisfied, as he leaned more of his weight against you.
So, so cute. You couldnât get enough of him.
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Fandom: Arcane
Verse: Work-Life Balance
Pairing: Jayce/Viktor
Tags: omegaverse, future-mpreg
Still not a prompt fill (I will start on them I swear!) but Iâve been meaning to write Viktor deciding he wants to have a baby with Jayce because of scientific curiosity for a while now. So I am glad this is written.
And yes I did have an image of them both open while I was writing this to compare which features I think Viktor would prefer from which one of them.
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Viktor doesnât often get to watch Jayce work.
There is nearly always something else that can be done while Jayce creates a new casing or frame-part. Either wiring to be soldiered or a formula to continue working through. So much work to be done and never enough hours in the day.
Not this time. They had hit a point where nothing further could be done until Jayce finished forging the guard that would separate the Hextech core from the external mechanisms. So Viktor had joined him at the Talisâ Forge despite having complete faith in Jayceâs ability to do it right.
Supervising just feels more productive than merely waiting. And Viktor does enjoy watching his partner work on the rare opportunities he can allow himself to.
He will not deny that Jayce is impressive to watch when he is at work.
His shirt has been abandoned from the heat giving Viktor full view of the muscles of his partnerâs broad shoulders shining from sweat and golden from the light of the furnace. The alphaâs strength on full display with each hammer fall. The profile of his face defined by the shadows cast by his features.
From the moment he met him Viktor knew Jayce was impressive, both in body and mind.
The physical part was impossible for anyone to miss. Jayce was stunning to look at, the very definition of an ideal alpha. Strong and fit but not hulking. Broad shoulders that taper into a defined waist and warm arms that it is so very easy to imagine being carried in. He is fit and healthy and seems to naturally draw the eyes of all around him.
But it was Jayceâs mind that had actually made Viktor interested in him. The ideas in his notes were genius even if Viktor had seen where they could be improved. Jayce hadnât disappointed after they started working together. His intelligence may not be the same as Viktorâs, but the ease he could conceive and create the exact tool to fix the problem before them was inspired. Working with him was working with Viktorâs true intellectual equal.
Viktor can hardly blame the fans that fawn over his partner when Jayce makes public appearances. Anyone would want Jayce as a mate. His genetics alone ample reason before adding in his gentle kindness and sweet awkwardness.
All of it traits his hypothetical children could inherit.
Although if Viktor seriously considers the possibility of Jayce and children, then, while Jayce has many traits that would be desirable to see passed down, he is not perfect.
While Jayceâs hands are very skilled at what they do they lack the fineness and dexterity of Viktorâs own. So a child would do well to inherit from Viktor instead in that regard.
Even with his strong square jaw Jayceâs brow and eyebrows always seem to overpower his face. It would be good for a child to have one more like Viktorâs â less prominent and with a lower hairline to soften it.
While Viktor appreciates Jayceâs intelligence far more than the average person he will admit his bias in preferring that his own would be passed onto any child of theirs.
Then there are the things that matter less which way they go. Jayceâs skin may seem to glow under the golden light of his forge or the sun but Viktorâs hardly blemishes apart from a mole here or there. They both have good eyesight and neither possess a particularly outstanding eye colour. The texture of both their hairs is equal in strengths even if different.
Together they could make a glorious child.
Viktor would be remiss not to consider how difficult a pregnancy would be for him before letting his mind follow the thought any further. His body is deteriorating, he knows, and the weight of a baby on his spine would do it no favors.
Hextech hadnât been easy either though. And it had been worth all the effort and pain and risk it took to create.
He would need only do it once to test his hypothesis.
âWhat are you thinking about Vik?â Jayce asks, taking off the wielding goggles as he turns around. The rest of his gear already put aside.
âI think I want a baby.â
Jayce stumbles, knocking into the table next to him. Catching himself to lean against it. The muscles in his arm bulging from the force heâs pushing down on it with.
âWhat?â he asks, free hand gesturing emptily. âLike generally or-â
âNo, with you.â Viktor cannot say he ever thought about having a child before. His work always far too important. The idea of having one with someone else is not at all appealing. But with Jayce-
They created Hextech together as partners. The kind of child they could make together actually feels exciting in the way the early days of their partnership did. An unexplored potential that Vitktor wants to see reached.
âRight,â Jayce says, glancing at Viktor then up at the ceiling and then the floor in rapid succession. His hand comes to scratch behind his ear as he pushing himself off the table to stand fully upright. âLike now?â
âWell conception rarely is successful on the first try,â Viktor says, reaching for his cane as he stands up and walks over to Jayce. More to pace as he explains the process than anything. âAnd a pregnancy takes 40 weeks if it goes to full-term. So in about a year. If we start trying now.â
It is better they do it sooner than later if they are going to. How long before the deterioration of Viktorâs body makes him unable to carry a pregnancy an unknown.
âYouâre serious,â Jayce says with a weak laugh.
âOf course. I would not joke about something like that.â It would be cruel to. âSo do you want to or not?â
âYes! I mean, if you want. Are you sure? Itâs- Youâll- Us- A baby-â Jayce stutters adorably. Viktor hopes their child inherits Jayceâs earnestness. âDo you want to start trying now?â
Viktor gives a hum of contemplation.
âWe can install that first,â he decides, pointing to the guard that should be nearly done cooling. âBut tonight, yes. If that works for you.â
âI donât have any other plans,â Jayce jokes awkwardly and Viktor notes Jayceâs smile as another thing he hopes they inherit.
#Arcane#Jayvik#jayce talis#Arcane Jayce#Jayce Arcane#Viktor Arcane#Arcane Viktor#mpreg#omegaverse#Arcane mpreg#Arcane omegaverse#I accidently a ficlet#Ramblings of the Goddess#Work life balance
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SOTM: Luke/Andreas; wined and dined
For the prompt: Andreas and Luke meeting/hooking up the second time
I literally finished this before I realised you guys probably meant like, the second time they hooked up, not the whole second time 'round. Mea culpa, everybody. And for those who interpreted it the same way I did...you're welcome?
Andreas canât remember the last time he was wined and dined.
Though maybe that isnât the best way to describe it â Andreas has dinner meetings all the time, has sat beside clients at the best restaurants in almost every NHL city, sampled from the menus of half of New York's most exclusive restaurants. Always on the agencyâs dime, of course, or his multi-millionaire clientâs, or the teams they play for, or the teams who want to sign them.
Thereâs plenty of wine involved â though Andreas always restricts himself to a glass when it's business â plenty of dining. But a meetingâs a meeting, whether itâs in a conference room, patiently waiting for a GM whoâs been around since there were still six teams in the league to figure out how to unmute his mic, or eating something exceptional at a Michelin Star restaurant.
So obviously thatâs not what he means. Itâs not that he hasnât been dating either, though admittedly, he had less and less time to spare for it as he got older. And not that he hasnât gone on dinner dates specifically, where he allows himself a second glass of wine, orders what heâd like, rather than âwhat heâs having sounds goodâ, unless, Andreas supposes, it truly does sound good. So there has been wining and dining, in fact. Possibly even a surplus of it.
And yet.
At a certain point Andreas thinks he just stopped expecting romance. It wasnât any sort of resigned, jaded disappointment at the dating scene. Not that it isn't a shitshow, but it's probably better here than just about anywhere else. More an acknowledgment that most guys didnât seem to be looking for romance, at least the ones Andreas was dating.
And that was fine, because Andreas wasnât really looking for it either. Romance was undeniably nice, but he worked long hours, put almost all of himself into his job, and what he had left didnât require much more than good conversation and some companionship, a spark of attraction, mediocre or better sex. Romance might have come along down the line, but things didnât tend to last long even when he did find someone who met his simple â yet almost impossible to find â criteria.
That one, he thinks has more to do with him than it does with them. Andreasâ career is one of those things thatâs attractive in theory, but significantly less endearing when heâs slipping in and out of bed at all hours, constantly checking his email or ducking out to make a call, flying off to who knows where, sometimes with plenty of notice, sometimes with none at all.
Maybe his life just isnât conducive to romance. He doesnât like to think that, but there would be worse things, wouldnât there? He has a job that he finds fascinating, a job that offers something different every day, a job that, incidentally, pays him more money than he has the time to spend. He could retire tomorrow if he wanted to, live the rest of his life in comfort, dedicate all his time to searching for true love, but why would he want to? It sounds excruciatingly boring.
So he works â he works a lot, works more than he should, at least according to everyone he knows, including Dave, the giant hypocrite â and he â well, he works. But itâs fine. Most people have to search for meaning in his life, but he has his. If anyone asks about it â and they all ask, except Dave, that gem of a fucking man â he says he doesnât feel like heâs lacking anything. Heâs not lying, either.
That doesnât mean something doesnât squeeze tight when Luke conveniently âhappens to be in townâ â though if thereâs any town that actually applies to, itâs New York â when he figures they should âcatch upâ. Even as he tells himself that heâs just catching up with an old flame, one who doesnât even live in the same country as him anymore. Even as he tells himself once for old timeâs sake, and then twice doesnât hurt considering theyâve still got chemistry, then when itâs been three, four, half a dozen, and if Lukeâs got a return ticket Andreas doesnât know when itâs for, but it doesnât feel like itâs any time soon.
Luke has always been a romantic. Heâd deny it up and down if Andreas said it, and it wouldnât even be a kneejerk macho shit â Andreas doesnât think Luke even knows he does anything out of the ordinary. Andreas doubts he was thinking âIâm going to woo Andreasâ as he asked him out to dinner, not the first time, or the second, not when he came with a bag of groceries and a bottle of wine from a vineyard Andreas mentioned in passing, said heâd cook for him, laughing as he fought with Andreasâ temperamental bottle opener, scoffing when Andreas impatiently intervened before he could ruin a good bottle of wine.
Technically, he doesnât even know if 'wooing' is Lukeâs aim at all. He could just need the change of pace, miss the city, the speed of it, the convenience, and while he was here, Andreas was just as convenient as the rest of it â good conversation, good companionship, Luke more attractive than ever, the sex still fantastic. And they didnât even have to get to know one another. What could be easier?
But Andreas doesnât think so, at least not judging by the way Lukeâs started looking at him.
Andreas doesnât think anyone has ever looked at him like Luke does, the complete focus of it. Looking isnât a strong enough word â itâs more like heâs taking him in, trying make sure that he gets every single detail correct, the way Andreas imagines a painter would gaze at their subject, a poet at their lover. Lukeâs no poet, but, well â maybe he is, a little, minus the words. Thereâs something about the way Luke looks at the world. Something about the way Luke looks at him.
It used to unnerve Andreas, a little, especially because Luke wasnât only looking at him like that over romantic candlelit dinners and endorphin fueled pillow talk, but also during the most mundane moments. Andreas would be scowling at his phone, pecking out an answer to a client who decided he urgently needed to discuss his contract on a Sunday morning, a full season before it expired, and heâd look up and there Luke was, visibly taking him in. Sometimes thereâd be a little smile on his face â the moments Andreas let himself be a little cranky there often was â but often there wasnât, just Lukeâs eyes on him, taking him in like he was never going to see him again.
It was â a lot. Luke was a lot, almost from the very beginning. Andreas thought he was going to get a regrettable hook up out of things, and then he thought it was going to be a few of them, and it was like a switch was flipped, and Luke went from the hot, fun, surprisingly good in bed client Andreas had completely unprofessionally fucked â and not just once, but a few times, and then a handful â to even more surprisingly good company outside of bed, to something Andreas didnât quite have a name for. Someone who was gone even more than Andreas was, someone Andreas started to miss when he was gone. Andreas was the one staying put, most of the time, but Luke was the one always watching him like heâd disappear the moment he closed his eyes.
The look hasnât changed, and Andreas imagines it means the same thing now as it did then, Luke who doesnât blink, Luke who jumps both feet first, Luke the romantic.
It doesnât feel as overwhelming now, though Andreas suspects heâll be spending some time thinking about just how quickly Luke was on board. How quick they both were â Andreas canât pretend he doesnât know whatâs coming, whatâs already here, canât pretend that isnât something he wants, when he could end things with a word.
But he doesnât. This time Andreas lets himself look back, and when Luke catches him at it, he doesnât let himself look away.
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HOW CAN I WRITE LOVE INTO REALITY? â with jeongin
description. who knew that a study session could lead to love confessions.
tags. gn!reader, best friends!reader and jeongin, not proofread, short(?)
comments. hii, had this idea from these pictures so uhhh, enjoy??
You and Jeongin have been friend for years now. Ever since middle school, you two never separated from each other.
And some people even went to the point of shipping you two. I mean, he's always looking for you and vice versa. It's not hard to think that you're dating him.
Well, maybe you even enjoyed it.
Not that anyone else needs to know that. Especially Jeongin.
The more you spent time with him, more those feelings would get harder and harder to ignore.
And lucky for you, today was going to be one of your studies sessions with him.
You were waiting for him to arrive, already reading some of the content so you have an idea on what to do.
Not even a few moments later, you heard knocking, and you felt a bit embarrassed from how quick you got up to open the door, even daring to stop in front of it so it didn't sound like you were desperate for him to come.
I mean, you obviously weren't.
âHey, come in.â
There wasn't a need for extended or formal greetings anymore, so you usually just say the same thing and he nods with a smile.
You two walked to your room, which was a bit messier than usual from all the intense studying from the last days.
âPlease excuse the mess, I have been focusing too much on these tests and a clean room isn't my top priority right now.â
The only reason you stopped talking was because you heard him laugh, already making himself comfortable on your bed.
âIt's fine. You don't need to die from nervousness. We're friends, in case you've forgotten.â
You know he meant that in a way that you're not strangers.
But his words still made you sad for a moment, that you sure as hell hoped he didn't noticed.
âYeah yeah, let's just start this please. I feel like I'm going to fail even my name on this subject.â
That only made him laugh even more, which eventually, made you laugh as well.
After an hour or two studying non stop, you started to get tired. Which Jeongin noticed right away.
âLet's have a break. You look like you're going to sleep on top of those books.â â he was trying to make a joke, but what he said was true. You were looking very tired.
âNo, let's continue. I think I'm starting to understand this.â
He raised an eyebrow at you, and before your brain could process it, Jeongin was standing right in front of you.
âThere's no 'no'. We're taking a break now.â
There was no reason to try to protest, your body might be okay, but your mind was basically shutting itself down and refusing to read anything.
Jeongin sat down next to you, hesitantly moving your head to his shoulder.
Which surprised you, and honestly, even himself.
It's not like you haven't been in this position before, but this time it felt different. It felt more..
Intimate.
And you're pretty sure he thinks the same, since he's been pretty quiet and that's a rare occurrence between you two.
The half awkward silence stayed for a little longer, until he poked your side, getting your attention.
Jeongin didn't say a word, only putting something on your lap and looking away.
You saw what he had handed you - a letter. Listen, you were by no means someone too delusional or anything, but you were almost sure this was a love letter.
Your eyes were focused solely on the paper, carefully opening it and slowly reading what was written.
With each word you felt your heart beating faster, a soft, but noticeable tint of red creeping on your cheeks.
You were about to say something, but Jeongin was faster.
âI know this isn't the best moment and all, but I'm not sure when will I have the courage to give this to you again.â
Looking at him, you couldn't help but smile. This was one of the rare moments where he was truly embarrassed and even flustered. Because of you, nonetheless.
âBefore we do anything about this, just know that.. I love you too.â
Now, it was a shock he didn't broke his neck from how fast he turned around to face you.
You two stared at each other, not sure on what to do or what to say. Well, until you pulled him for a kiss.
It wasn't by any means a long kiss or anything, but it was enough to pass the message.
He smiled at you and you mirrored his smile, feeling zero interest in going back to study.
Wanting to only enjoy this moment.
#àłŻâ âș â đ„» single â á°#jeongin x reader#jeongin#skz#skz x reader#gn reader#stray kids#stray kids x reader#i.n x reader#i.n
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Hey!!! I LOVE YOUR FICS AAAA
I was thinking of something funny and cute for jjk where the reader is hit by someone with a curse that turns people into their child selves for a little while, how would the guys act?
When A Curse Turns You Into A Child
This is like... The cutest idea ever????
Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen
Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Nanami.
Gojo Satoru
He was actually a bit worried when the curse first hit you, especially since you didn't even remember him... However, now? He's not worried at all, he's actually quite amused.
"Pleaaaaseee" you almost cried to the tall, mean man in front of you. "No. No ice cream for you." He responded with a huge smile on his face, which only made you burst out crying. "Whyyyyy?" You asked him with a face now covered in tears. He actually didn't mean to take it this far, but he was having so much fun with this. You will definitely be mortified when the effects of the curse vanish, and the thought makes him scaringly happy.
"Fine, Fine. But just one, you have to learn that no means no." You didn't seem to care at all about the last part of his sentence since your tears went away immediately, being replaced by a huge smile that almost made his heart melt. He picked you up and headed to the ice cream shop. He never knew you were so spoiled when you were a kid, you never told him. All he could think about was how hard it must have been for your parents to have such a whiny child. But in the depths of his mind, he also wondered if it would be like this if he ever had a child with you, and the idea didn't bother him one bit. It would be... Nice, wouldn't it?
He got you your ice cream and took you back home. You played Mario kart for a little while, he won the first rounds, but you cried every single time, so he was now letting you win. Once the final round was over, he pretended to be sad to see if you felt a little bad, but no. You jumped and laughed and yelled at him that he was a huge looser. What an annoying little monster you were.
Nanami Kento
He is the most stressed he's ever been in his whole life, what is he supposed to do? He knows nothing about children. To be honest, he wishes your parents lived closer so that he could just leave you there and come back once the curse is over.
"I want my mommyyyy" you cried to the stranger in front of you. "I know, I know, she'll be back soon, you don't have to cry." He said as he wiped your tears with a handkerchief. "Let's do something fun while we wait for her." He tried to cheer you up, even as a child, he hated to see you cry. "Like what?" You asked, still sobbing. "Do you like cookies?"
Kento looked at the kitchen and sighed. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen such a mess, but at least you were happy. "Are they ready yet?" You asked, jumping excitedly. "They are." The man said with a subtle smile. He pulled the cookies out of the oven and warned you about the heat.
Once they were cold enough, you both sat down and had a couple, you with a glass of milk, and Kento with a cup of coffee. They had way too many chocolate chips for his liking, but you were the happiest child he'd ever seen while eating them. You rambled to him about how much you hated broccoli and how you wished you could eat cookies everyday, and he realized he wouldn't mind doing this for more than a couple of hours, he might be a family man, after all.
Geto Suguru
Well, weren't you the cutest little thing to ever exist? He was amazed by this, it is definitely the best thing that has happened to him in a while. He was already thinking of how he would tease you when it all ended.
But now, he was way more focused on not pushing the swing too hard. You were having so much fun, but he was so scared you would hit the ground. Yet, you seemed to have no worries or fear, making your biggest effort to move the swing faster. "How about we go to the slide?" Geto asked, tired of preventing the swing from throwing you to the other side of the playground. "But I like it here!" You yelled, visibly annoyed that he stopped pushing you. Geto looked around to try to find something else. "Wouldn't you like to go to the roundabout?"
He didn't often regret things in his life, but he sure was regretting ever suggesting this. He thought you would get tired soon, but no. He had been holding his vomit for about 5 minutes now, but it was already too late, he gave up and turned around to let it all out on the ground. The mothers and kids gave him disgusted looks, but you bursted out laughing, which made him laugh too. It hadn't been such a bad day, after all.
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujustsu kaisen x reader#gojo satoru#nanami kento#geto suguru#jjk headcanons#headcanons
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If you want to go and be stupid (make me wait in a car for an hour and a half knowing I havenât had lunch or the bubble tea we had agreed on AND that I have a history of being dehydrated to the point of passing out) donât do it in front of me (drag me along just cuz YOU want to meet your old professor)
#I was listening to please please please so#I canât even enjoy teenage dream by katy Perry HHHH#Insert that creed meme#if I can *enjoy teenage dream by katy perry* whatâs all this been about???#I didnât even half switch on the engine until just now cuz I donât want the car to overheat or smth#but IM overheating now#I have the car keys and istg itâs not even funny how close I am to driving off right here right now#and itâs so frustrating cuz we agreed to keep Fridays open for us to spend together like I didnât got for my orientation session today cuz#of that#and she could have met her professor yesterday but she said the timing was too close to peak#cuz she didnât want to drive in peak hour#which fine but she literally could have kept the meeting next week#and I still would have been fine waiting if it was just an hour#now weâre coming up to 1 hour 45 min#ugh Iâm just in such a bad mood#personal#tw vent
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basically threw away ÂŁ20 on my nails today so was already getting weird bc i apparently cannot be normal about money and then my paycheck came through just for my manager to have knocked off 11 hours worth of pay. so naturally i am crying in a dark room about it
#this is such a girl moment wdym youâre crying about your fucking nails. couldnât explain it to you if i tried#im just an utter FREAK about money and then for my payslip to get fucked as well. whyyyyy would you do that#im not built for the working world truly idk how sensitive people do it bc i am NOT im tough as shit 99% of the time and i STILL canât deal#just give me my fucking money itâs not fair đđđ i worked hard đđđ#and the dumbest brattiest part of this is that the thing that tipped me over the edge is that my mum didnât offer to pay for my nails#like how ridiculous and spoiled is that but still i was so so angry at myself about fucking them up and itâs ÂŁ25 to get them done tomorrow#and Iâve worked so hard for her this summer and both days Iâve been in town Iâve got her things#like nothing spenny but Iâve just thought of her and got her things I know sheâd like just to be nice#and ÂŁ25 is NOTHING TO HER AND SHE DIDNT EVEN OFFER đđ she even joked it off#she was like âyour dad would offer to pay if he was here but I believe in lessonsâ GIRL FUCK YOUR LESSONS I WANT MY NAILS DONE đđđ#why am i actually in tears over this. this is so silly. now all my money is fucked and im going to be the skint one when we go to dublin#AS USUAL. even though i worked hard and clocked the hours it still got fucked bc im fucking. cursed#im aware im being dramatic and this isnât even about the amount of money i have atm i promise this isnât some desperate bankruptcy claim#like for once im actually fine money wise itâs just all been FUCKED and my dates are now FUCKED bc i have to wait for next paycheck now#and itâs so unfair bc usually things go wrong for me bc im DUMB and mess it up LIKE MY NAIL APPOINTMENT#but for work and dublin i literally planned it perfectly and did the hours and it still didnât work#like what is WRONG with me. i hate being an adult i need a sugar daddy ive had enough#the message I sent my managerâŠ. scathingâŠ. ik his scared of confrontation ass is panicking. give me my fucking MONEY#hella goes home
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adding this to the list of Severely fucking stupid absrad deaths
BUT!! (under cut so as to not Clog)
we fucking got there in the end baby
(did a couple tries for radiant, then was Swept Away by the Migraine. Weâll get there.)
#z talks#hk#hollow knight#uhhhh. yeah i sat and played for like 6 hours (with a lunch break). relevant is also that i Slept for 6 hours (max).#and the whole day i had a headache sneaking up on me and i was like. Nooooo itâd just a tension headache I donât have any migraine symptoms#(voice of guy whoâs stubbornly ignoring their light and sound sensitivity to keep fighting absrad)#And then eventually it. Got so bad i couldnt focus on the game anymore. And i was like. Ok thats it no more game.#And then went to pick up a package (literal 300m walk) Both bc it was the last day to pick it up And to be like ok. If this is a tension -#- headache itll get Better. If itâs a migraine itll get Worse.#Iâm fine the walk THERE. But then about halfway home itâs fucking Go Time for the migraine lmfaoooooo#(it was also Hot. and Sunny.)#by the time i got home i was like a solid. 9. on the uh. 1-10 pain scale. GREAT.#anyway then i took my prescription sumatriptan BELOVED and it got better within the hour and now im down to like a . 1-2#which is so insanely good like. that never happens to me even when i DONT have a migraine. LMAO#anyway. this has been the fucking. Daily ted talk about my chronic migraine#dont worry a 9 isnt. Well it is a lot. But itâs not NEW .#happens occasionally#it hurts a Fucking Lot#i didnt even clock it as a 9 at first i was like. god⊠why would an 8 hurt this badâŠ#and then i iced my head for 15 minutes and it got better and i could think better and was like. wait no THIS is the 8. THAT was a NINE#im just glad i have fucking medication for it now#before i had to survive on PARACETAMOL. didnt do jack shit#had i not had the sumatriptan i Would still be in that much pain and probably writhing in bed unable to sleep lmfao#unmedicated chronic migraine Not Fun. do not try at home.
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Itâs midnight my parents have been to the hospital since 3pm-before 4pm and my dad still hasnât seen a doctor đ My dad and his legendary patience wanted to go home but for once my mom convince him to stay AND eat, I hope they will call him soon đ
#my dad has zero patience and is so stubborn itâs a miracle to convince him of something#Iâm glad she did he probably realize how stupid it would have been to wait 9 hours just to go home and having to go back cause it still hurt#đđđđ#and I hope my dad wonât go to work tomorrow⊠wonât happen but I hope dosenât just cause we need money#health come first and itâs not with sleeping few hours that will be good for him#they wanted to make him go home to other day and he refused I donât think they would let it happen this time đ#my mom is definetaly not going to work knowing her and if her stomach her still thatâs good for her (her case is not hospital worthy though)#at least Puppy is taking it fine heâs slept all day when usually when they are gone most of the time he will camp at the door :(#for me Iâm playing pokeclicker and May play moon cause Iâm tired but i donât want to go to sleep before they got home#my dad rarely show weakness so it make me sad to see him so tired and hurt :(#alex.txt
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They can clearly see my straw man corporation is not for profit.
All my funds go toward buying my children shit they don't necessarily need, but I try to do better for them then I was done for.
#she waits for me to watch her and forget I know she's watching me watch her#as a being in this dimension it makes me feel like I've been playing a flute for a half hour#that moment where I see you doing that at like 11 or something#I'm just like no I won't tell since you always seem oddly concerned about mother's opinion of you#please I was into you enough I was just like we go play and she's like ok#oh I think you might have come over alone once or twice#you knew I would never ever ever hurt you#if you know me you know being around me is like having a wall that will take a trebuchet shot and light it on fire before sending it back#well no I don't think I used technology per se to do what I have done#I might have used what it's made from perhaps but it's made from me in that state of mind#I am really getting the feeling I should have gotten succ from the neighbor for my heroic deeds I can't remember#does it matter if I can remember if I do it anyway? Probably not but goddamn it will drive me q little nuts#did I save the cow's body that I had checked out of the bull's but I was still a bull it would seem#and I travel by knowing#and I see my best friend / lover inna bad spot and I murder everyone#and I am ok with that#it isn't like it was the first time alI hurt someone over you#I am going to assume John or Arthur (same exact spirit....truth) is part of the us that is fine#I don't really worry too much considering I have....toggled my physical being before a few times apparently#and I don't know what Mandelbrot has a black hole with Minecraft and that other crazy racing game with beatdowns#well look I am not doing anything to kill off Grandpa reincarnated ok#he tells me what he has to do but he likes to keep on talking to me#and that's fine#life: teach the cosmos of the most how to drive me#me: uhhh cosmos: so we're going ok! me: huh?#cosmos I'm waiting in the car me#me: uhh .... *looks around dumbly* ok I guess
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i think its a crime that all the soccer shit ended right when shark week was done
#guess who didnt get to watch :(#my dads like its on streaming just watch it there đ#and its like thats not the point#the point of shark week is to go on tv and spend an unfathomable amount of time searching for the discovery channel#bc you can never remember the channel number then sitting on the couch with snacks and drinks while you watch people do stupid myth usters e#mythbusters esque science for hours#the commercials are an integral part of the experience#i dont wanna go to streaming and pick and choose whatever i wanna watch#i want to sit in front of the tv and be forced to watch the uninteresting documentaries while waiting for the ones youre actually there for#i want to open the tv guide and scroll through the hours to see whats coming up#and to sit there with th tv as background noise while doing other shit while waiting#and occaisonally paying attention when something happens#like its an integral part of the experience and i do it on my parents couch every year and it is literally not the same in my house#and also i dont know how to turn on the tv at my house#like genuinely#normally i would be watching my little brother while my parents are at work#and watch in the morning at least#but this past week my dad has been home#so of course that means hes watching soccer instead :(#which like fine we all have our interests but damn :(#i hate missing shark week#i looked at the catalog and it was actually interesting sounding stuff this year đ#is shark week stupid shit most of the time? yes#do i still enjoy watching it? of course#michi tag#anyways#lowkey upset#its probably still on streaming actually#sigh
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