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Fable - After
Pairing:Â Azriel x Reader
Summary:Â Your wings were gone. The healing process would teach you much about yourself, but it would teach Azriel, too. Does it matter, in the end?
Word count: 7k
Warnings: Angst, injury, symptoms of depression (including difficulty eating)
a/n: This is part of a mini-series and the other parts can be found in the link below. Sorry this is literally so long lol. Debating on adding another chapter to the end because I obviously have a lot to say! Also, I won't be posting an update for about a week because I'll be traveling, so I hope this long chapter holds you over. Thank you :)
Series Masterlist (all parts âĄ)
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You woke as the sun did. Yellow light made an imprint behind your eyelids and the grogginess that immediately followed let you know that this was not the first time you had been awake. Sleeping through the night had become a luxury not afforded to you.Â
You clenched the pillow at your cheek between your fingers and tried to pull at the loose threads of sleep that were escaping you.Â
Someone was in your room.Â
Someone was always in your room these days, but this morning, you knew it was Azriel. You could feel the whisps of his shadows making barely-there strokes along your back, and his scent was unmistakable. If it was Azriel today, they didnât expect you to talk. When they wanted you to try and speak, they sent Cassian or Mor or even Feyre on the odd occasion.Â
They didnât expect you to talk when it was Azriel.Â
You supposed everyone thought you were mad at him. Truthfully, part of you was mad at him. If he had just opened his eyes once over the last hundreds of years, he would have seen that you were right thereâthat you were more than a responsibility for him to look after. That you were a woman in love with him and he was a fool for taking so long to notice.Â
But another part of you felt that you couldnât blame him. Azriel had never had much luck in the romance department, and youâd always chalked that up to self-sabotage. He seemed to go after women he knew he couldnât have and only assumed late-night trysts with those he could, so you couldnât expect much out of him. And how was he to know that you pined after him? It wasnât as if youâd ever made any kind of move.Â
But Elain had so enamored him and you were so angry at that part. Because you had been there and he had never taken the leaps and bounds he had with her.Â
He had left you in that camp, so ready to believe your lie to appease her.Â
You were the biggest fool of all.Â
In actuality, neither of those parts mattered. There wasnât some internal strife that fought against your sleep and made you question your feelings. You werenât mad at Azriel. You werenât mad at anyone or anything. You felt empty.Â
You gave up on sleep, breathing heavily through your nose and squinting your eyes into the sun that peaked through your curtains. Your back ached, and even more, the insurmountable pressure on your chest was amplified by the bandages that wrapped around from behind you. They made it difficult to breathe.Â
No infection had set in. It had been two and a half weeks since the incident, and Madja cleared you to begin moving around a few days ago and noted that you were âout of the woods, medically.â Everyone looked relieved as if that news had changed anything. To them, you supposed it did. You would live. That was good.Â
Azriel knew you were awake, you were sure of it. You heard his chair groan as if he were leaning forward in it, and his shadows had begun to traipse around your head, weaving in and out of your hair and blocking the light from your eyes.Â
He would try to get you to eat, look at you with those pitying eyes, and apologize when you could barely sit up and hold out a plate as if you were going to eat it. You hadnât met his gaze since you woke up and there was more than just resentment behind that. There was shameâyou were so ashamed of what you had become. What you had let happen.Â
Maybe that was another reason why you felt so empty. How could Azriel even look at you as anything other than broken? When you were wholeâwhen you had your wingsâthere was an irrational part of you that considered you had a chance with the Shadowsinger if he would just see you.Â
There was nothing to see now.Â
âAre you awake?â Azriel asked, keeping his voice low in the quiet room. You nodded against the pillow, face still turned from his view. The chair groaned once again. âAre you hungry?âÂ
No head shake. It was a frequent question that you hated being asked.Â
Azrielâs footsteps were soft against your carpet. He kneeled beside your bed and attempted to catch your fleeting gaze, but you found a spot on the floor and kept it there.Â
âCan you try?â he prompted. His textured fingers brushed the hair from your eyes. âNot even at the table. Iâll have the House bring you something here.âÂ
You pressed your lips together and fought off the burning in your nose.Â
âPlease, y/n. I know youâre angry with meâI know. But please, just try to eat something.âÂ
Angry at himâanger wasnât even in your repertoire at the moment. But he sounded so desperate, as did every other member of your family, and you didnât want the let them down more than you already had. You shut your eyes and nodded, resigned.Â
You built up the strength to prop yourself up on your arms, but thatâs where you stopped. Your center of gravity had been completely ripped from you. Anytime you moved without your wings, it felt like free-falling from a mountain. Madja had offeredâseveral times since physically clearing youâto come and get you back on your feet, but the motivation wasnât there.Â
You couldnât imagine walking without the weight at your back.Â
And you had avoided every reflection known to man; seeing yourself would be too much.Â
âI have you,â Azriel encouraged, holding you at your waist as he twisted your body up. âAlmost. There we go, angelâ âhe positioned you between pillows that hadnât been on your bed beforeâ âHowâs that? Is it alright?âÂ
Humiliation felt like a hot knife. You nodded and found a spot on the bed to focus on. You could feel Azrielâs lingering gaze and he hesitated before placing a bowl of broth on a small platter before you.Â
âIs that okay?âÂ
You nodded again, biting the inside of your lip. Your back ached.Â
âDo you want me to leave?âÂ
You nodded.Â
Azriel hesitated once more, rocking back on his heels before clearing his throat and letting the door softly shut behind him. The tears came then, and you were so tired of crying.Â
~~
Azrielâs POV
Outside of your room, Azrielâs forehead was pressed against the wood of your door. The intricate carvings imprinted his right palm as he kept it pressed there as well, and Azriel had to breathe through his nose to calm himself.Â
He was at a loss.Â
He didnât blame you for not speaking to him, but you wouldnât speak to anyone. You wouldnât get out of bed unless it was Mor or Feyre lifting you for a bath and you wouldnât leave your room at all. They had all expected thisâplanned for a long healing processâbut you were so⌠lifeless.Â
Gods, he was helpless. You wouldnât even look at him.Â
Azriel clenched his jaw and tried to listen for the clink of the spoon against the bowl when a hand on his back startled him. Because that was another thingâheâd been off his game since you got hurt, completely useless as a spy.Â
âHow is she?â Cassian. Cassian was just as worried as Azriel, but Azriel was pretty sure you were looking him in the eye at least. âGet her to talk?âÂ
âNo,â Azriel breathed through a constricting throat. He turned to meet his brotherâs face. He was sure Cassian still held some resentment towards him, but heâd apologized for his outburst when you arrived at the House. Apologized, but not entirely forgiven.Â
Cassian sighed and rubbed at his jaw. âIs she at least eating?âÂ
âShe agreed to eat. I left her with some soup. She wanted me to leave.âÂ
âShe say that?âÂ
âI asked and she nodded.âÂ
Cassian kissed his teeth and curled his wings in tighter. âHave you⌠talked to her?âÂ
Azriel had to fight the urge to scoff, throwing his brother an incredulous look. âObviously I talk to her, Cassian. I donât stand in her room and motion at things.âÂ
In response, Cassian did not fight the urge to roll his eyes. âI mean actually talk to her, Azriel. About what happened. You finding her. Her lying and you not being there. I know it was one of the only missions at the camps sheâs been at without you there. That means something, no?âÂ
âI donât think she wants to talk to me at allâlet alone rehash all of that.âÂ
âAzriel,â Cassian started, stepping forward to place a hand on Azrielâs shoulder. âGive her a chance to push you away. Let her be the one to do it. If you play into this fear, it might confirm things for her, and you know her mind isnât in a good place.âÂ
Azriel winced. âI think you might be better toââÂ
âNo, Az, you. Let her eat her breakfast, give her an hour or two, and then go back in there and talk to her. Iâve already been talking to her and she wonât say a word to me. I think youâre the only person whoâs been too afraid to.âÂ
Azriel sighed and then leaned his head back until it knocked against your door. In another life, you mightâve called out and asked who was there. But there was only silence.Â
Cassian sent Azriel a look with raised brows and patted his brother twice on the shoulder before backing into the hall. He had taken four steps towards the dining room before Azriel called, âWhat did you mean then, about me being blind?âÂ
Cassian paused but didnât turn. Azriel watched his head tilt to the side and a deep sigh escaped him.Â
âShouldnât have said that,â Cassian muttered. He started walking once more. âJustâthink a little more.â
~~
Original POV
Breakfast was fine; you kept it down and that was the goal.Â
Following breakfast, you thumbed through the books Nesta had sent to you. The action was lackadaisical and without purpose. You werenât going to read them.Â
You took breaks from staring at the wall to stare out the window instead, but that only sent waves of something heavy through your chest. The skies looked so open today, with only a few clouds and endless rays of sun. Maybe if it were raining, it wouldnât hurt so much to look out the window.Â
You were being left alone far more than usual today.Â
Perhaps they had grown tired of being around a stubborn mute who refused to see the bright side of things, the âwell, with your injuries itâs a miracle youâre still alive,â talks not entirely working on you. You were sure that was true, but you didnât particularly care about the marvel it took to put you back together.Â
This miracle felt hollow.Â
As you were about to shut your eyes and drown the rest of the day in sleep, a small knock and the creak of your door stopped you. You snapped your gaze forward and quickly averted it when you recognized Azriel stepping in, his shadows preceding him and rushing you in circles.Â
You expected him to take up his post in the chair beside your bed with a simple greetingâas he had done every visit to your room in the past weeksâso when he stood at the door and spoke, confusion and anxiety filled you.Â
âUm, hello,â he began. You watched his hands fumble around each other before he cleared his throat and brought them behind his back. âI realize I havenât given you a full opportunity to be angry with me. Iâve only offered pleasantries and⌠well, moved you around. I wanted to speak to you if thatâs alright?âÂ
You fixed your gaze on the wall behind him and twisted your lips to the side in the show of a grimace.Â
âYou donât have to say anything backâunless youâd like to. It would justâCan I just sit and talk?âÂ
You had no idea why he was asking. Everyone else in the House sat in your room and talked your ear off, asking questions they wouldnât get an answer to and telling you about the happenings in town. Azriel was the only one who stayed silent and, now, was the only one to ask permission to speak.Â
Still, you slowly nodded and shifted on the pillows.Â
âDoes anything hurt?â he began, stepping forward with a hesitant hand reaching towards you. âI could fixââÂ
You shook your head. He sat in the chair.
There was a beat of silenceâuncomfortable silence, which was odd because Azriel had always been the one you felt most comfortable being quiet around.Â
When he spoke, the torture in his voice had you finally whipping around to look at his face, but his gaze was downturned.Â
âThis is my fault,â he said, strained and cracked as he clasped his hands tightly between his knees. âI know Iâve apologized to you since you woke up, but itâs never really been for that. You have to know how sorry I am, y/n. How much I wish I had just come with you. I always come with you.âÂ
The muscle in his jaw jumped. âIâI donât understand why youâd lie about Lucien going with you. Or Cassian, for that matter. I thought it was always obvious that Iâd do anything for youâthat you were more important to me than a date.âÂ
Something twisted and pulled inside of you. You were getting the devotion you so desired from him, but it was cast behind a layer of something ugly. You were more important than a dateâthen why did it hurt as he spoke the words to you?
âIâm sorry that I ever made you feel otherwise. Iâm sorry that you felt you had to lie for my benefit. But, y/n, I thought you were dead. I walked into that camp and I heard you scream, and I thoughtâI thought you were dead when I held you in my arms. There was so much blood andââÂ
Azrielâs words choked and stopped in the air. He pressed his hands in prayer over his mouth and when he looked up, he caught you in your stare. You sat paralyzed, wide-eyed, as he looked at you directly.Â
âWhy did you lie?â he asked weakly. âI would have been there. And Iâm sorry I believed you so easily, but weâve always been honest with each other. Youâve always had me.âÂ
Your chin trembled. You were tired of crying, but the irony of his words hit you with full force and your wings were gone. Your wings were gone and nothing would ever be the same again.Â
Your trembling jaw quickly morphed into the too-quick intake of breath that made your shoulders tremble as well. And then you were heaving in ugly sobs that hurt to let go of. You clutched at the blankets beneath you until your knuckles turned white.Â
Why did you lie?Â
Why did youâ
âHey, hey, Iâm sorry,â Azriel hushed. He was on the bed now. You hadnât heard the chair when he got up. âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry,â he whispered into your hair. He held you at your shoulders and pressed your face into his chest. This was the most anyone had touched you. Madja only healed with brief skims of her hands and everyone else moved you with panicked touches.
âAngel, Iâm sorry. I didnât meanââÂ
When you spokeâfor the first time as this new personâyour throat made the words unintelligible. Everything was scratchy and hoarse from misuse, but Azriel heard it. He gently pushed you back and found your eyes once more, his gaze wide and encouraging.Â
You tried again, and again, each time more coherent but also filled with the tears the Shadowsinger continued to wipe from your cheeks.Â
âI didnât mean to lie,â finally ripped from your chest. âI onlyâonlyââ You hiccuped and Azrielâs face crumpled. âI just wanted you to be happy.âÂ
Azrielâs eyes were already glassy, but when your voice finally rang in his ears, the tears fell. He pressed your face into his chest once more. This time, you brought your hands up to clench his shirt between your fingers. And, because you were already vulnerable and because this was the first time in weeks you no longer felt numb, you whispered out, âMy wings are gone,â and Azriel held you tighter.Â
~~
You woke to speaking, a voice seeming to rattle in your head. You couldnât remember falling asleep, only knowing it must have been a productive sleep because you did not feel weighed down. Your back throbbed, as it typically did after sleep, but there was no heaviness at your chest and you felt rested.Â
Another voice in the room sounded off, and you kept your eyes shut as you tried to piece together the words.Â
ââto walk. Important for her healthâtoo much timeââÂ
The voice rumbling your head then said, âShe might not be ready. We shouldnât push her.âÂ
âShe will never be ready, Azriel.â Rhysand, you deduced, the conversation in the room becoming more clear. âBut, as Madja has said, if we donât try to get her at least out of this room, sheâll be stuck in her head. Just try to get her to the balcony. Start with that.âÂ
âRhysandââÂ
âDonât Rhysand me. Itâs almost been three weeks. Her back is nearly healed. Thatâs not what weâre worried about now.âÂ
âAnd what are we worried about?â Azriel bit back. You were on his chest. Hands were on your waist.
The room lulled into a tense pause, the echo of Azrielâs near growl punctuating the silence.Â
The door opened and closed, someoneâs footfall departing.Â
âYouâve scared off our healer, Azriel,â Rhysand noted with a mock scold. Azriel let out a small scoff. âWe are all worried about her, Az. I know it feels⌠maybe like itâs you against the world, but itâs not. We need to get her up and moving. Her headspace isnât good.âÂ
Azriel shifted you in his arms. âFine.âÂ
âAnd Madja needs to come back in to change her dressings.âÂ
Your hair was moved behind your ear. âFine.âÂ
Rhysand let out a tortured sigh.Â
~~
Azrielâs POVÂ
Azriel was going to try today.Â
He said that yesterday, but yesterday, you had let him coerce you into sitting by the window instead of in bed, and you had talked to him the entire time, so he forgot to bring it up.Â
A large part of Azriel was afraid of pushing youâafraid that you would close up again and refuse to look at him. But he knew Rhys and Madja and everyone else in this House was right. You needed to start making progress. You needed to be able to live some semblance of a normal life without your wings.Â
It was strange to see you without them. The pit in his chest grew each time you moved to accommodate them. You would shift in bed or reach around to reposition the fantom limb and realization would come before the dread. Sometimes that was it for the day, you wouldnât speak anymore. Azriel would read to you when that happened.Â
You had started to talk to the rest of the circle, which Azriel was mostly glad for, but the smallest bout of protectiveness had somehow dug its way into his heart. When he would walk into your room to find you chatting with Cassian or listening to Rhys, Azriel would have to pause at the territorial feeling that temporarily consumed him. He figured it was only because you were still hurt. That would fade.Â
When he came in today, you were alone, and Azriel felt relieved. For a moment.Â
You were already awake and looked well-rested, which was detrimental to his plan of asking you while you were half asleep. You set your book down to stare up at him, and even the fact that you were reading was not lost on him.Â
You were making progress. This was part of progress.
âGood morning, y/n,â Azriel greeted, standing at the foot of your bed.Â
The action already made you nervous. You eyed the chair beside you and glanced back at him. âHi, Az.âÂ
Azrielâs lash fluttered at the sound of your voice, still so fresh after weeks of silence. You were meeker than you once sounded, unsure and small.Â
Azriel took in a breath before asking, âHowâs today?â
âToday is good,â you replied, words slow.Â
Azriel spied the remaining badges peeking out from the top of your shirt. You needed this. âI think we should walk today.âÂ
Silence consumed the room. Your lips parted as you stared at him, and Azriel immediately wanted to eat his words. Another beat of silence. And then another. He tried desperately not to shift weight between his feet lest he look antsy or unsure.Â
You blinked, twice, and then stared down at your fingers as they rested in your lap.Â
âI know it will be difficult,â Azriel tried, speaking low. âBut Iâll be here. We donât have to go far. A few steps, thatâs all Iâm asking.âÂ
You pressed your thumbnail into your palm, brows furrowed. You hadnât smiled, Azriel realized, not since before. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips before you spoke.Â
âOkay.âÂ
âOkay?â Azriel asked, bending down to catch your gaze unsuccessfully.Â
You blinked back up at him. âOkay, Iâll try.â And then, in a much lower tone, as Azriel walked to your side, you grumbled, âNot as if I could get any lower than I am now.âÂ
âWhat does that mean?â
âNothing,â you replied, reaching for his outstretched hands. âDoesnât mean anything.âÂ
Azriel decided to revisit that later. He wouldnât pass up this opening you had provided, even though his heart ached at what youâd insinuated. He held your hands in his own and leaned forward as you shifted yourself to the side, your legs hanging off the edge of the bed.Â
Already, the disorientation on your face was difficult to stomach. You swayed backward with a pinched expression and your nostrils flared in frustration, but Azriel only held your hands firm and steady.Â
âHey, itâs okay,â he comforted, allowing his thumb to brush your knuckle. âAnything hurt?â
You shook your head, your lips pressed in a tight line. Azriel forced himself into your field of vision and nodded, softly counting to three as your eyes darted quickly between both of his. As your legs straightened and Azrielâs hands held you up, you refused to break the connection. Azriel wouldnât be the one to break it.Â
You were shaky on your feet and completely unbalanced, but you were standing, and that was all Azriel could ask for. He gripped your hands tighter as your breathing deepened, the struggle evident on your face.Â
âFeel okay?â Azriel asked.Â
âNo,â you grimaced. âBut keep going,â you breathed out.Â
âOkay, okay. Start with your right. I wonât let go of you.âÂ
And you did as he asked, albeit with a small groan and a look up at the ceiling. You abandoned the frustration in favor of staring directly at your feet and white-knuckling the grip on Azrielâs hands as you swayed and brought your right foot forward. The moment you placed it down you wobbled on it and had to right yourself three times, causing one of Azrielâs hands to come around your waist.��
You gritted your teeth but continued with your left foot with some encouragement from Azriel. He stepped back with each step you took forward, his hands glued to your body to correct the mistakes from your core. You made it six steps and Azriel was elated. He let out a small, breathy laugh.Â
âYouâre incredible,â he deemed.Â
And it was so, so small, but the scoff-like laugh you offered was accompanied by a minuscule half-smile, and Azriel was over the moon. You looked up at him, a sarcastic upturn of your eyes lighting them up, and Azriel was struck then.Â
Mate.Â
Mate.Â
It was so obvious, so clear. There was never anything but this. But you.Â
You were meant to be his and he yours. Years of this pull to you, and he always thought it to be one of friendship. Heâd always loved you, always, but heâd never humored the possibility of anything more. Youâd seen him in his teen years. Gods, youâd seen him in his twenties when he was terribly full of himself without the credentials to be so.Â
And heâd seen you through the decades of your life as well.Â
But everything was so much clearer now. Heâd always been protective of you, always been the first to follow you. That was part of why this had been so devastatingâheâd let you down, left you alone. For another woman.Â
Azriel felt his stomach lurch and then something rotten was left in his mouth.Â
His mateâheâd let this happen to his mate.Â
And what had he said in the store that day? When youâd asked him what would happen if heâd found his mate?
Heâd said it wouldnât matter, that Elain was bigger than a mating bond.Â
Elain.
âAzriel?â Your worried tone snapped him back to the present. To the way your legs shook and your body swayed before him. He quickly scooped you up at your waist and held you close as he walked you back to the bed.Â
âThatâs enough for today,â he said, tucking you back into the bed. His hands were shaking. âDoes anything hurt?â
âAre you okay?â you asked, and when you looked at him with your wide eyes, he was so angry at himself.Â
Nothing made sense, but everything did.Â
âIâm alright,â he reassured, placing a hand on the top of your head. âWe need to take that slow. Your muscles need to be rebuilt along with your balance.âÂ
He needed to get out of this room. He needed toâ
âI promise Iâll be able to do more tomorrow. Youâll⌠come back tomorrow, right?âÂ
Something was screaming at him. His shadows. They twisted and struck his ears before coming down to rest gently at your shoulders.Â
âOf course I will.âÂ
~~
Original POV
Azriel did not come back the following day, or the day after that.Â
Mor came on the first day, a smile plastered on her concerned face. She held her hands out as Azriel did and got you to walk ten steps before exhaustion made your legs shake. She sat beside your bed and went on and on about some shop in Velaris and you laid back and listened.Â
You loved Mor, but it became hard to swallow when she was the one to walk through your door that morning.Â
The next day, it was Cassian.Â
He grinned and boasted about being the best person on the job, rounding your bed and heaving you up by your hips until you were pressed against his front. Cassian took a different approach to you relearning how to walk, placing your feet on top of his to move as he did. He was joking at first, laughter fresh in his tone, but he got serious as your brow twisted and your body swayed.Â
âYou got it,â he assured. He stepped back, his hands now just hovering over your hips as you balanced against him. âYouâre doing great.âÂ
You gripped the sleeves of his shirt. âI should know how to walk,â you said through gritted teeth. âI shouldnât have stayed in bed so long.âÂ
âYou were healing. Resting. No one expected you to hop up and be fine, y/n.âÂ
âI moped for too long. This wouldnât be so hard if I had started earlier.âÂ
âHeyââÂ
Frustration had accumulated, building since realizing that you really were only a fraction of yourself, and that was probably why Azriel hadnât come back. You clenched your teeth once more and pushed from Cassianâs body, finding the ground beneath your feet and ignoring the protest from the Illyrian before youâthe one with his wings so tightly pressed to his back that you almost could forget they were there. Almost.Â
But the action was short-lived. Cassian grappled for your waist as your body only allowed you two steps forward before you shot backward, an ache permeating down your spine as it tried to accommodate the movement.Â
âCauldron, y/n, warn a guy,â Cassian scolded, stepping you back to sit on the bed. âDid you do this with everyone or am I just special?âÂ
Frustration burned behind your eyes. You stayed silent as you scrubbed your hand down your face. You couldnât even fling yourself back against the bed as you wanted, knowing that pain would radiate down your back if you did.Â
You couldnât do anything. The extra time youâd spent with Azriel had created a false sense of⌠something you needed to let go of. He was pitying youâthat was all. You were a broken creature, and he felt responsible.Â
âWhat was that about, huh?â Cassian asked, kneeling before you and looking up below a raised brow.Â
âIâm broken,â you admitted, resolute and small. âThatâs why Azriel wonât come back, isnât it? I canât walk. Iâm not how I was. I let this happen to me. I should know how to walk.âÂ
Cassianâs tongue clicked as his head tilted to the side. âNo, y/n, youâre not broken. You didnât let anything happen to you. This is allâGods, this is all a fucking mess. But the one thing you can know is that you arenât broken. And Azrielâheâs dealing with something right now. Heâs not avoiding you because youâre broken.âÂ
You stared back at him, the empty feeling slowly creeping back into your chest. You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded when Cassian gave you an expectant look. You would act as if you believed him, and the following day, when Azriel stepped through your door, maybe it felt a bit easier to lie.Â
âDid you handle what you needed to?â you asked him, your hands cemented against his own as he guided you around your room. The words came out strained as your balance faltered.Â
Azriel took a moment before responding, âYou could say that.âÂ
âWas it Elain?â You hadnât meant to ask the question, and the bitterness in your tone was new to even you, but it came out all the same. You avoided Azrielâs gaze as it snapped to your face.Â
âSome of it,â he admitted. His eyes burned into you. You stared at your feet as you stepped. âBut only some.âÂ
âHowâs that working out for you?âÂ
âY/n.âÂ
You stepped again. And again. It was easier each day, but that also spelled a more difficult future. The further you walked, the sooner you would have to come to terms with your wings being gone. Staying in bed helped you avoid that truth.Â
You ignored Azrielâs call and stepped again.Â
âLook at me. Please.âÂ
You shifted your jaw to the side but glanced up through your lashes and gave in to his request. Azrielâs beseeching expression made you falter.Â
âI can never apologize fully for not being there that night. With Elainââ Azriel paused, wincing. âIâve been blind to whatâs important. You tried to tell me. Everyone tried to tell me. I was so caught up in a chance at happiness. It was never about Elain.âÂ
You had no reply. Your legs were shaking.Â
Azriel seemed to take a different approach. âI meant what I said beforeâthat youâre incredible. Youâve pushed yourself so hard and weâre all proud of you.âÂ
âIs that why you didnât come back when you said you would?â you asked. The tinge of bitterness remained. âBecause youâre proud of me?âÂ
âI had toây/n, there were thingsââÂ
âJust say youâve been visiting out of pity, Azriel. That would make this easier.âÂ
You gripped his hands harder as your wave of frustration made walking more difficult. You grunted slightly and Azriel took that as a sign to shift your weight from your feet, holding you to his body even as you struggled against him, even as you averted your gaze.Â
Gods, this was better when you kept your mouth shut.Â
âI do not pity you. Y/nây/n. I donât, do you hear me?âÂ
âWhy?â you stressed, pushing your hands against his chest in a futile escape attempt. âWhy, Azriel? Too busy running after Elain to make room for it?âÂ
âDonât say that. I already told youââ
âJust let me go.âÂ
âNo.â
âOh, so now you listen to me.âÂ
âY/nââÂ
âThis was already humiliating, Azriel. And then you said youâd be back and you werenât,â you accused. âYou got weird when I finally started walking and I know you only came in here because Cassian told you about yesterday.âÂ
âYesterday?â he questioned.Â
You rolled your eyes. It was so much easier to be angry than hurt. âWhen I asked about you. I know he canât keep a secret.âÂ
Azriel only shook his head. âHe hadnât told me anything. I needed a few days because Iâm the weak one. Me. I needed distance because Iâm reminded, every time I see you, that I could have prevented this. Im selfish.
âAnd Elain,â he trailed off, hazel eyes flicking between yours. âI had to tell her that Iâve been a fool. I wonât be pursuing her anymore.âÂ
Your brows furrowed. You gave up fighting against Azriel, but he kept both of your hands in a grip at his chest, his other arm locked at your lower back. This felt like a weight lifted from your chest, but it wasnât that easy. None of this was easy.Â
âWhy?âÂ
Azriel paused.Â
Something flashed across his face, indecipherable to even you, but he covered it just as quickly.
âIt wasnât supposed to be her. Iâve always known that.âÂ
More silence blanketed the room. Your earlier anger melted into a white-hot embarrassment that lingered in the pit of your stomach. Youâd never been one quick to anger. Azriel hadnât even blinked an eye.Â
âCan I help you back to your bed?â
You pressed your lips together.Â
âI want to read with you, if thatâs alright?âÂ
Your head turned down. You nodded.Â
~~Â
Azrielâs POVÂ
Azriel couldnât tell you.Â
He couldnât.Â
It was clear that no bond lit up your chest as his did, and that made sense to Azriel. Youâd been through a loss few could ever imagine. You were stuck in your head for most of the day, and then angry or numb for the rest of it. The only time you seemed to find reprieve was during conversation that had nothing to do with anything of meaning.Â
Azriel would take what he could get. So he read beside you and helped you walk and he didnât tell you that a bond connected your souls.Â
How could he even broach the subject, anyway? When he had so openly pined after another woman?Â
This was not the time.Â
You needed to focus on yourself. He would focus on you and you would focus on yourself.Â
It had been about a month since you began walking again, and two since your injury. He counted each day. On the second week of the third month, Azriel saw you in the hallway. Feyre walked alongside you as you trailed your fingers on the wall, and while it gave the air of a casual stroll, he could see his High Ladyâs hand hover behind you. While he took effortful breaths to calm his excitement, his shadows did not.Â
âAzriel, what terrible timing!â Feyre scolded, batting away the shadows as they stormed you. âI finally got her out here and you're going to knock her over with air.â
âI apologize,â he spoke, but he wasnât sorry in the slightest. Despite your unsteady gait, you lit up as his shadows swirled around you, displacing your hair and clothes as you went. And then you laughed; a small sound, but one that Azriel felt in his chest.Â
âCall them back,â you giggled. Azrielâs face warmed along with his chest. âIâm going to collapse into this wall if you donât.âÂ
âAzriel,â Feyre called, and Azriel hadnât noticed he was staring. He blinked and shook his head as if to clear it and tried to call his shadows back. And then tried again.Â
They were stuck to you.Â
âI really am trying,â he explained, taking a step closer. âThey seem attached.âÂ
âI canât imagine why,â Feyre groaned. She shot the Shadowsinger a look and wrapped her arm around your shoulder, tugging you into her side. âIdiot bats.âÂ
As the pair walked past him, his shadows still whispering along your arms, you hooked your chin over your shoulder, casting him a lingering gaze. It was odd to see your face with such clarity, no wings clouding his view. Even more odd was the uncomfortable way you walked; the leaning into Feyreâs side was more necessary than for the show.Â
The strangest thing, however, was the tug in his chest that left him breathless. Every time you looked at him, that thread in his chest tugged and yanked and begged him to get closer.Â
But this wasnât the time.Â
Maybe it wouldnât be the time for several decades.Â
Not after he let you down in such a way.Â
He would spend the rest of his life making up for that, even if you were none the wiser to the bond between you. He would protect you for the rest of your life, as he was meant to do from the beginning. That feeling, the urge, only swelled as you turned forward and continued your walk with your High Lady, Azriel still hearing the remnants of your laugh in the hall as you went.Â
A shadow broke away from your figure and lopped around his ear, reminding him that he actually did have a destination before he became so enraptured by you. It whispered to him hurriedly and Azriel had to break his gaze from your retreating back as he made his way to Rhysandâs study. Each step had him increasingly irritated; he should have been with you the day you decided to leave your room.Â
He bit back his vexation when he felt the tension in the room.Â
âAzriel. Good,â Rhysand greeted. The door swung shut. âSit. We need to talk.âÂ
âThat doesnât sound promising,â Azriel remarked, shifting his leathers as he took a wide seat on the chair across Rhysandâs desk.Â
From the couch beside him, Cassian let out a humorless chuckle. âI think youâll find this quite promising, brother.âÂ
âAs long as itâs quick. I have other things to attend to today.âÂ
Cassian sent a wry grin in Rhysandâs direction. âI told you heâd see her in the hall.â He turned back to Azriel. âPacked schedule today, Az?âÂ
âYou know better, Cassian,â Rhysand chided, the lightness in his tone betraying the scolding nature of his words.Â
âIs there an actual point to this discussion?â Azriel deadpanned.Â
âBond feeling a little loose?âÂ
Azriel threw him a dirty look. It hadnât taken a genius to recognize the change in Azriel the day the bond snapped, his heightened aggression paired with the scent of you still lingering on his clothes had Cassian immediately clocking the Shadowsinger. Heâd looked surprisedâgaurded and surprised. Rhysand looked as if heâd been the one waiting for the bond to snap, and Azriel had sent him a myriad of questions.Â
Namely: Why the hell wouldnât he tell him he thought you were his mate?Â
âDonât taunt him, Cass.âÂ
âWhereâs the fun in that?âÂ
âAre we getting to the point?â Azriel drawled. The desire to get back to you itched beneath his skin. Maybe youâd made it to the kitchen and heâd sit at the table beside you.Â
Rhysand sighed. He tapped his finger against a piece of parchment laid on the desk. âI have correspondence from the northeast camp. From the spies you have placed there.âÂ
Azriel sat up in his chair. âWhy wouldnât they speak to me directly?âÂ
âI had them turn all communication over to me. Youâre too close to this and I wouldnât have you acting rashly and putting yourself in unnecessary danger.âÂ
âThey are my spiesââÂ
âI didnât do it to undermine you, Azriel,â Rhysand interrupted, raising a hand in surrender. âYou canât tell me that if you got word her attackers were found you wouldnât immediately rush into that camp without a plan or even a weapon.âÂ
Azriel breathed hard from his nose and clenched the wooden chair arms between scarred fingers.Â
In the silence, Rhysand continued. âI wouldnât expect anything less, brother. But you understand why that was a risk I couldnât take.âÂ
âWhat did the correspondence say?â Azriel gritted out, his mood depleted of the lightness you had brought.Â
Rhysand eyed Cassian on the other side of the room before fixing his gaze on his Spymaster. âThe escaped attackers have been identified. They arenât contained, and no one even knows where they are, but we know who they are.âÂ
Fiery rage met Azrielâs soured mood.
If only he knew of the terrors that would continue to fall.Â
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Okay. But the nasty little embellishments line... Louis "acting out" to lure Lestat to him, like he himself was lured with the Come to Me recording where Lestat added Antoinette's voice... Louis dreaming of Lestat crossing time and death and bloody history to find him--if even angry and wanting revenge. Louis............
#this show is so unhealthy and delicious truly obsessed#the way Louis feels so much guilt even having spared Lestat. even having buried his memory. the way Lestat still just wanted Louis to know#that he is loved...#godsssgshsh#this show is so good. also so many thoughts about Armand alone.#and daniel!!!! the fact that Louis gave daniel a lifeline when meeting him drove him to rock bottom in Armands arms....#that by that line alone his path was solidified and he was driven to live by those words by a gentle compulsion..........#Daniel was ready to die to live as a vampire. and again led to embrace death in truth by Armand--- and then Louis said Live and he did.#the care but also lack of agency of having such a compulsion. the fact that armands words were almost akin to a curse on daniel#he did disappoint his wife. he did disappoint his children. but he still has his job...#he is still chasing the truth even now facing death again due to his health and he has come back around to bring it to Louis#honestly i want to deconstruct this show and do essays so bad#and Louis words ''put me in my coffin'' dead#just like Lestat dying with the ''put me in my coffin.. Louisâ ughdjdushishsu#iwtv spoilers#apologies everyone this will happen once a week lol
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r/NSFW Eustass.Kidd
I (25 M) fucked my girlfriend (24 F) so hard that i had to get her into the hospital to get a medical treatment on her cervix.
The doctors told us that everything was wounded up inside her and it looked like she got abused from her lacked of walking, we had to get police involved in our house to investigate what had happened and found the dildo i used on her and it was examined on their lab for any contaminated illness.
My girlfriend refuses to see me from how bad her state had gotten and the police interogated me to make that everything was okay at home. My best friend had gotten involved from how bad my girlfriend couldn't walk and had to assure that I wasn't abusing anyone to the police, it took 3 days for them to fully give out on the case.
My girlfriend had been discharged from the hospital 2 days ago and she still refuses to talk to me, i got her flowers for apology and her favorite food as an apology. She told me that she could take all of me in bed and now everything just went downhill since i got out of control in her.
Now everyone of my friends teases me about what happened and they laughed me off every time they see me, Reddit what should i do?
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Her problem dude, she said she could take it!
You're at fault for taking her word at all. ⣠Eustass.Kidd replied: fuck off single mf.
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r/girlfriends Msxr.Kill
My girlfriend (24 F) and I (26 M) have been dating for almost 5 years now, tomorrow will be our 5th anniversary and I'm planning to propose to her, but the problem is I don't know how. My brain can't take so much ideas so much and my friends aren't helping me at all.
My girlfriend is the most precious person ever, and i believe she deserves the best in the world. My ideas can't convince me enough that they're good for her, and what if she doesn't like it and rejects me? I don't want that. I asked her bestfriend on what places she especially loves, and I was told to take her on an aquarium proposal.
I don't know what to do and my girlfriend is making me all nervous around her as well, i need help ASAP.
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Eustass.Kidd: Just tell her to marry you wtf âŁMsxr.Kill replied: You're not helping at all Kidd.
Heat_er: You suck at planning lol. âŁMsxr.Kill replied: Heat I don't wanna hear that from you, you don't even have anyone to love.
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r/AITA Dr._Trafalgar
Am i the asshole for kicking out my girlfriend from my office?
I, (26 M) kicked my girlfriend (24 F) out of my office because she knocked off all the papers off my shelves and dragged me out forcefully. Now she refuses to talk to me and it's been 2 days. My friends told me that i was the asshole and was wrong for kicking her out.
But the thing was those papers were almost 592 pages and i only ended up finding 578 of them, now my girl moved to her friends house and absolutely doesn't answer my calls or text messages.
Her friends texted me that i was the asshole for not spending time with her and paid attention all to myself only not her needs, the papers were worth so much that i could feed her and let us both live together financially, and now i was forced to redo all 592 pages in A WEEK.
so am i the asshole?
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Your.name: Yes ytađ âŁDr._Trafalgar replied: get your ass home.
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r/girlfriends Chef_Sanjii
My girl is the best in the whole wide world, she's do beautiful, so pretty, so perfect, and every thing she does hypnotizes me. Her beautiful nature makes me inlove with her more every second, her intelligence for everything makes her so special, she is not like any other women ever.
In fact, she is the best in the whole whole world. Not only does her pretty face shine in the darkness, but the way her body sways when she walks or does something is so majestic. I'm so lucky to have such a girlfriend like this, and i know that she will always love forever.
The way she interacts with even the smallest things are cute, in fact all of her is cute. The way her hands hold something and it shows that her body is perfect in every inch. She's none like others, no one can ever EVER compare to my girl, one day i will marry her and see her on the aisle and i wouldnt be able to hold my tears as she walks in a wedding dress.
Her facial features resembles a goddess, she trurly is flawless. No matter what anyone says, she'll be the most MOST perfect woman in the whole entire world. I love love her so much, she's the best that ever happened to me. Her love melts me warm and her words make me putty on her hands.
It's safe to say that she too, loves me, and that our relationship definitely is mutual. Love her so much.
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r/wifey Kuz._an
My wife's cooking is terrible but I don't wanna tell her that and destroy her feelings.
My wife and I had been married for almost 9 years now, she cooks for me daily ever since we have moved in together. Her cooking used to be good, but for some reason it tastes like burnt ketchup over burnt cheese. It looks appealing to look, but the tastes seems to be missed.
Her seasonings are full of bell pepper and black pepper, it terribly sucks. I love my wife to the fullest, but when it comes to her cooking, It feels like I'm on a prison cell. I'm sorry My Love, it's the truth.
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Unknown: Being honest is his forte. Unknown: COMMENT DELETED Unknown: Atleast your wife tries. Unknown: COMMENT DELETED
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guess who wants to (honkai: star) rail another dragon man. there is also (un)fortunately no (star) railing in this.
written pre 1.3 so iâm making shit up for now. (this is also full of vidyadhara headcanons)
in which you find dan heng unable to sleep, you have an awkward conversation, and then he becomes somewhat dragon-brained. twice.
4.2K words (lmao this is way longer than i meant it to be)
youâre not the trailblazer, just another laddie aboard the express.
btw, i bullshited a good chunk of the dialogue and events, so apologies if this is shite. i might've also committed character vehicular manslaughter, in that he might be ooc. lol fingers crossed it's aight.
part 2âs finally up if you wanna read it here
despite the quiet of the night, you had drifted from your sleep. it had been painfully light as of recent, leaving you adrift in the shallows while youâd toss and turn for a comfortable position. could you really be blamed though? yes, the looming threat of phantylia had been taken out, and everyone from the express that went aboard the luofu had been reunited after what felt like weeks. but you were still in the thick of an intricate web of chaos. the threats were far from over, not with the stellaron still active. but at least for now, you had enough time in this brief respite to be able to not fucking sleep.
you rolled over. you were more or less itching with restlessness, sighing to yourself quietly over your woes of no sleep. you rose from your mussed bed and hobbled out of the room. it was a quaint little placeâwhere you had stayed when it was just the express crew (minus dan heng), when you'd first met tingyun. after that, everything happened like a landslide. memories of her sudden death quickly boiled their way up. with each step you took, you stamped them back down again.
out in the small hallway, you made your way towards the small courtyard out the back. as you walked past the other rooms, you were a little jealous at the sounds of others sleeping. from mr. yang's and marchâs respective rooms was the odd, soft snore. from stelleâs room, there was nothing (which was to be expected, as you often found her out messing with the cycrane systems at night). as you walked past dan hengâs room, you were expecting more silenceâwhich you were of course met with, but also a slitted door. you peered through into the darkness. from the dim hallway light, it seemed he had also tried and failed at sleep if his abandoned, nest-like sheets were anything to go by.
you continued to the courtyard. once you cracked open the door, you were met with an unexpected sight. moonlight caught on the black, silken strands that spilt down his back. a glassy, teal tail coiled around his feet, almost glinting in the light with each of its subtle movements. dan heng, wearing his simple night clothes of old, baggy slacks and a tight, black tank top. his ears twitched as you slid the door open further. when you stepped onto the stone tiles, he cast you an over-shoulder glanceâa new habit heâd picked up recently.
"canât sleep either?" you asked him softly, approaching from behind.Â
the only response he gave was a strained groan, dragging a hand over his face.
"i take that as a no, then," you said, moving over to sit in another stool at the small table just next to him. as you went past, his tail wound tighter around the foot of his seat.Â
"i take it that itâs the same for you," he muttered in reply, jade eyes cast somewhere on the ground between him and you.Â
"yep." you leaned against the table next to you, arm propping up your head. your eyes flickered to his face. "and not because iâve been up playing gacha games."
he briefly met your gaze, eyebrows quirked in doubt.
"okay, i donât do it anywhere near as much as stelle."Â
"right," he said with the faintest hint of a smile. the tip of his tail twitched in amusement. "her room was very quiet when i walked past, though. perhaps sheâs mended her ways."Â
"i think sheâs out screwing with the cycranes instead, actually."Â
"of course she is," he breathed as he raked a hand through his long hair. as you watched it pass through the delicate tresses, you stared intently at his claws. after his initial transformation, to say you were floored was an understatement. perhaps more like you were punched 50,000 feet below sea level. he could really only be described as beautiful, but even that word couldnât quite capture his ethereality. even when he was as exhausted as he looked now, he still seemed to glowâquite literally, too. his eyes and those horns atop his head shone faintly in the dark. when someone was that pretty, how could one not be reduced to a staring fool? particularly you.  as of recent, youâve ended up forgetting youâre supposed to actually talk to him when heâs with you. and if you did remember to ever say anything, youâd make a fool of yourself.Â
he watched your gaze affixed to his hands. he took one look at them and then wrung them in his lap, looking off to the side with an unreadable emotion in his eyes.Â
"ah, iâm sorryâ" you began, but he quickly cut you off.Â
"itâs fine," he said hurriedly, tail coiling up tighter.
"no, really. i know iâve been acting pretty weirâ"Â
"i said itâs fine. please, just leave it." he said again. he unwound himself just a little, but the tense line of his shoulders still had yet to dissipate. his gaze wandered a little more back towards you. "may i ask whatâs keeping you up?"Â
you werenât thrilled at the spontaneous topic change, but replied nonetheless. "just about everything, i guess. a lotâs been going on. itâs hard to take any time to rest with a stellaron still effectively looming overhead," you said. "though i could only imagine itâs about that, but tenfold for you, given the whole..." you gestured vaguely to his whole new look.Â
he dragged a hand down his face, rubbing his sleepy eyes in the process. "i donât want to think about the stellaron for nowâŚ"
"agreed. shall we put a pin in that topic, then?"
"that would be ideal."
the two of you sat in more silence. you were (only half) guiltily back to staring at his features, eyes running over all parts of him. he seemed to shrink under your gaze, ears and tail twitching with thought. his eyes drifted up to look at youâoh, there was something new. his pupils must dilate or constrict based on what he was looking at. when his eyes met yours, you could have sworn they momentarily expanded, until his eyes flickered away again, waning right back to slits. at the same time, his ears angled themselves down just a touch.Â
"aâare you feeling okay?" you asked, tilting your head a little. he made a small groan and shelled further into himself. you didnât think you had ever seen him that tense. "hey, look at me. are you alright?" your voice was as soft as you could make it. you tried to reach out to the arm he had leaning on the table, but it was in vain. he inched away moments before contact.
"iâ" his tail-tip continued to flicker with apprehension.Â
"well, something else is definitely bothering you. can you talk to me about it?"
"m-must i?" he was almost hiding his face.
"only if you want to," you shuffled yourself a little closer to him. "but if itâs weighing this much on you, it may make you feel a little lighter. so you can sleep. yâknow." while you spoke, you gestured somewhat vaguely. ever since his vidyadhara heritage was put on full display, he hadnât quite been the same as you knew him. he was more tense than usual. on-edge and anxious, preoccupied with his own thoughts, much unlike the down-to-earth dan heng you normally knew. it worried you. he wasnât even really speaking to mr. yang. with everything that had been going on, you could barely begin to imagine what sort of turmoils he had churning within him.Â
"i suppose one thing is that iâm simply not used to this form," he ran a clawed, slender finger up from the base of his horn to the tip. "thereâs a strange disparity between feeling like iâve known myself to be like this my whole existence, but also that iâm suddenly someone iâm not." as he spoke, his voice was quiet. "in a similar vein, itâs like my tail has a mind of its own. look at it," he grumbled while he picked it up into his lap. as he held it bundled in his arms, the tip hung over the side, twitching to and fro. "iâm not trying to make it do that. i canât control it." he sighed, a slight growl in his throat.Â
"wouldnât it do that because youâve been so⌠frazzled, as of recent?"Â
"what makes you think that?"Â
"umâŚ" how were you supposed to tell him that you only had that theory because you had been constantly stealing glances of him, watching his moods, watching his languid beauty. instead, you thought of some other bullshit answer. "i mean, itâd make sense, wouldnât it? itâs like cats. their tails twitch when theyâre irritated, and iâm sure they canât quite control it."Â
he frowned a little, ears twitching downward. "iâm not a cat," he said, almost with a little pout.Â
maybe not, but he was certainly cute like one. "anyway, what you said about your new featuresâŚ" you began, scratching the back of your head. to your surprise, he looked at you with eyes just a little wider than normal. "i could only imagine how weird it must be for you⌠who am i kidding, no i couldnât. itâs probably downright foreign, but youâre dan heng. iâm sure youâll have it under control in no time."Â
with his hands on his knees, he aimlessly grabbed at fistfuls of his loose pants. "youâŚ" he muttered, wetting his lips as he swallowed thickly once again.Â
"me?" you echoed quietly.
"forgive me for asking something so asinine, but⌠what⌠do you think?" as he muttered out the words, you could have sworn his face was turning a light shade of pink. however, it was hard to tell under only the moon and the dim lights of the courtyard. what you could tell was that his tail-tip was twitching like a bundle of nerves.
you stared at him with owlish eyes. "what do i think of what?"Â
"what do you think of⌠me. as i am now?"Â
your breath caught in your throat for a moment as he stared at you with such apprehensive eyes. they were slitted from nerves, but they shone with the moonlight, expectation and most curiously, some sort of hope. "umâŚ"
"iâve noticed how much you stare at me, yet you said nothing when you first saw me, unlike mr. yang or march. now, you feel almost stilted when youâre with me, like you refuse to address whatâs in front of you."Â
you swallowed hard at his words. "didnât stelle also notâŚ" you trailed off. you were doing it again, what he quite literally just said.Â
"iâve spoken to her since then. iâm asking you." he seemed to have regained a little confidence, sitting up straighter and looking at you with the slightest bit more intensity.
now it was your turn to grab at fistfuls of your clothes. you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt as you spoke, heart pounding a mile a minute. "youâve been truthful with me, so i guess i should too," you muttered. "you, ah, umâŚ" this was really not the direction you thought this conversation would go in. "to be really honest with you, i keep staring because youâre so⌠pretty."
dan heng sat motionless. if it werenât for his vidyadhara features, he almost could have gotten away with simply being frozen. upon your words, his eyes widened just a fraction, jade-white pupils dilating. his ears twitched back upwards and his tail fell still. heavy moments of silence passed while you two stared at each other. it seemed like he was waiting for you, so you kept talking. "i didnât speak much to begin with simply because i was so surprised. i mean, we see you again after so long and there you are, just about the most beautiful thing iâd ever seen, suddenly with the power to split an ocean. after that, i didnât trust myself to not be weird about you, so i⌠kind of just refused to say anything." you rubbed the back of your neck, face burning. "but i guess that plan fell flat on its face if you noticed me staring so much."Â
once you finished speaking, his gaze fell into his lap, gazing down at his hands that held fistfuls of fabric once again. "but⌠these powers arenât me."Â
"of course not. theyâre not you, only a fraction of the whole you," there was a slight smile on your lips. "are you worried that i donât see you as dan heng anymore?"Â
he made no effort to confirm or deny anything, simply remaining as he wasâa blatant yes for him.Â
a small smile made its way onto your face. "youâre always going to be one and only dan heng that the whole expressâthat iâknow and love, no matter what other forms you take." you shuffled yourself closer to him once again, now finally able to reach out and brush your thumb over the back of his hand. as you sat there, your face was burning up at your words. did you really have to word it like that? if you really wanted to be honest with him, then yes.Â
he was still sat ramrod upright, but a blush now dusted his cheeks and his pupils were blown wide. his tail-tip was back to moving, this time wagging back and forth. he looked between you and your hand on his own, letting out a shaky breath. while he was still as nerve-wrecked as could be, a weight on his shoulders seemed to have been lifted. he looked like he was about to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, out came a long yawn. even though he tried to hide it with with his wrist, you still managed to catch a glimpse of his fangs.Â
"sorry," he muttered, rubbing one of his eyes. âalso, youâre still staring."
"ah, iâiâm sorry, iâve been acting so weird. iâthat habitâs not gonna go away any time soonâŚ" you yanked your hands back into your lap. he looked a little disappointed at the new lack of contact. "anyway, how do you think youâll sleep now?"
"please do not worry about me. what about yourself?"Â
"umâŚ" your heart is still pounding in your throat. "iâi donât know, to be honest." whatever the answer was, it was bound to be ânot wellâ.
"in the past, youâve come to the archives when you havenât been able to sleep. youâd place yourself on my bed and then ten minutes later, iâd find you fast asleep." his voice was soft when he spoke, almost with a faint note of mirth. "i wouldnât mind if youâŚ"
your eyes almost fell out of your head. "hold on, are you reallyâ"
"youâre welcome to sleep next to me, if youâd like."Â
"like in your room?"Â
"where else?" when he stared at you, there wasnât much obvious emotion on his face, but at the same time, he seemed so earnest with his tail-tip flicking back and forth happily.Â
"but i thought you found it annoying when i did that?"Â
"only because you'd wake me in the early hours of the morning. truly, iâve never been opposed to it."
your face prickled with heat as you raked a hand through your hair. "are you sure youâre completely the same dan heng?"Â
"hey." he looked miffed.Â
"sorry, sorry." you were just about hiding your face in your hands by this point. "i just thoughtâ" before you could finish, he stood up, long tail unwinding from around the seat. he took two steps and then plucked you off of your own chair. as you yelped in shock, he flopped you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. âhey, whatâre youâ?!"Â
"would you stop being so adamant if i say it will help me sleep too?"Â
you gave up drumming on his back, only able to hang in embarrassment as you covered your face. your head may as well have been steaming. "whâwhat the fuck is this?"Â
he made no reply as he marched you back inside. as he walked, you watched his tail-tip as it was curled upwards, swaying from side to side. his room was closeâhe opened the door with his foot, stepped in and slid it closed again with his tail. as soon as you were properly enclosed, he placed you onto the bed with unexpected gentleness. in the past, if you were causing trouble, his method of dealing with you was hauling you off somewhere and simply dropping youânow, it was the opposite. you were left dazed in the middle of the sheet-nest, only back to your senses once dan heng got in next to you. but instead of settling down for sleep like you anticipated, he was shuffling about on his knees, rearranging the sheets and pillows so they were in a better formation, according to him. he was even using his tail to smooth out the sheets into circular patterns.Â
"are you nesting or something?" you asked, bewildered.Â
with no reply, he finally settled down further up against the splayed pillows. "come." he held his arms open for you, but when you made no movement, his tail roped you in instead. you were drawn into his not-very-tight vice grip, trapped in next to him. he held you loosely around the waist with clasped hands, head placed atop your leg where he seemed to be using your side like a pillow. his horns poked into your stomach every time he nuzzled... he was really nuzzling you...
"dan heng, seriously, whatâs gotten into you?"Â
with only a hum, he ceased his movements and craned his head up, staring at you from behind thick lashes. his pupils were still blown wide open. you couldnât help but find it mildly foreboding.Â
"i donât understand why youâre⌠so touchy. i thought you were normally allergic to contact?"Â
"is it not enjoyable?" he tilted his head. his fluffy hair flopped in his face with his movement. internally, one part of you was screaming YEEEES and crushing beer cans into your forehead, while the other, larger part of you was just plain screaming. you wanted to bask in this shower of attention, but at the same time, it felt so wrongâlike he wasnât really himself. whatever dragon-brain mindfuckery was going on in his head, it was certainly potent.Â
"itâs not that, i just⌠are you sure youâre thinking straight? or do i need to spell out the situation? because youâve hauled me back to your bed, made a nest around me and are now cuddling me like a pillow."
dan heng blinked once, twice and then his body went rigid. he pushed himself off of you and leapt to the corner of the bed, crouched with his tail once again wound around him. "whâwhat was iâŚ?" he looked down at his hands as if they were soaked in blood. his face was flaring red with a blush.Â
"you seemed rather convinced i was something like your treasure hoard for a moment," you said.
upon your words, he sank his head in his hands, and whatever noise he made in embarrassment sounded like a groaning sob. "forgive me, i donât know what came over meâŚ"Â
"some kinda vidyadhara instinct?â it was almost like he was trying to court you.Â
"something like that," he muttered from behind his hand that now covered his mouth. his gaze was fixed to a random point before him and his ears were down-turned. "i⌠iâve never felt it that strong before."
"wait, youâve felt it befoâ?" right before you could finish, his tail silenced you, thwacking itself against your lips. meanwhile, he was hiding his face again. with the way his shoulders hunched, you were worriedâhe seemed genuinely distressed. it was a miracle he hadnât run off somewhere by that point. with a concerned frown, you took his tail in hand and spoke again. "hey, um, this might not help whatsoever, but it was actually⌠rather nice when you did that." you struggled to look at him. if you called it cute like it was, youâd just be blowing whatever chance you had at keeping him in place.Â
he looked over at you, ears perked up. his incredulous eyes went as wide as could be, almost like two moons. a moment passed, and the tail in your hands began to sway. "really?"
"really," you nodded. "it was just shocking to begin with, but iâif you want, you can do it again."
dan heng turned his body to face you, swallowing thickly and trying to meet your gaze. he was stuck dithering for a few moments until he ultimately crashed again, flopping forward until his face was flat on the mattress. "i canât," he muttered, voice muffled.Â
"oh, um, why?" your eyes went wide.Â
he turned his face to the side, unable to make a coherent reply beyond a strained, squeaky groan. he was still burning hot with a heavy flush, but it was soon covered by his tail that draped itself over his head. "too embarrassing.âÂ
a small, light laugh slipped from your lips. he coiled further into himself at the sound of it, but he was soon unwound when you had your hands on him, guiding him back up next to you. he was as stiff as could be when he laid down next to you, gaze cast down the other end of the bed. you tucked a stray lock of long hair behind one of his ears. when your touch grazed past him, his pink-tipped ear twitched wildly, and he buried his face into the pillow beneath him. "why donât you let me do something? you did say this would help you sleep, didnât you?"
"while i was practically in a daze. i wasnât thinking right," he complained, voice once again muffled. "this will only keep me awake, if anything."Â
"maybe, weâll see." as you spoke, you took to running your fingers through his long, silky hair. you gathered it up from behind him and brought it forward, draping it over his shoulder. your fingers glided through as though they were passing through a soft mist, fluid and sleek. before long, as you gradually let your hands drift higher until they would pass over his head, he began to decompress. stuttering, held breaths became steady and soft. his nervous-contorted face was dissipating, and his heavy blush was fading to a simple dusting of pink.Â
when his eyes fell closed, you glanced up at his horn. beyond just staring at him, you were also tempting fate with how much you wanted to touch his new features. you couldnât help it thoughâhumans are such curious, tactile creatures, it was simply in your nature. one hand left his hair, which he barely seemed to notice, and inched its way to his horn that threatened to poke you. finally, your fingertip ghosted its surface. it was as smooth as glass, and just as cool to the touch. in fact, you could almost describe it as silky, like his scales. he twitched under your touch, eyes parting open. his pupils were blown wide open again.Â
"ah, iâm sorry, iâ" you began, but he soon cut you off.Â
"no, keep going." he grabbed your hand and placed it back on his horn. you blinked incredulously for a moment, but soon continued as you were, running your fingertips up and down the glassy blue projections. he closed his eyes again and, making yours widen, his soft breaths were followed by a faint rumbling in his chestâa purr. he really was like a cat.Â
a few moments later, you felt something long wind its way around your leg. you looked down. his tail was snaking its way up your leg, until the tip draped itself happily over your lap where it laid swishing from side to side. you fell still in shock when he shuffled his body closer to yours until he laid flush against your side. he laid one of his arms across your chest and reached for your shoulder, pulling you in just a little closer to him.Â
"you stopped again." his voice was barely a whisper when he leaned his head in the crook of your neck. one of his horns was cool against the back of your neck.Â
"itâs a little hard to do anything when youâre this close," you muttered back.Â
"then just stay as you are." he nuzzled about with a yawn. he must have been finally settling down for sleep, but that meant using you as a body pillow. your tail-twined leg was drawn towards him, where he draped his own leg over top of it, caging it in between his calves.Â
âd-dan hengâŚâ you tried to say his name as if that would do anything, but he paid you no mind. lost in his hypnagogic trance, he only muttered sweet nothings with his lips against your shoulder.
his voice was barely audible. dragon-brain must have been in full swing, because he finished off with a quiet: âyou will be mine one day, my belovedâŚ"
you nearly exploded then and there.
i love me some emotive ears, mm yes.
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hello again, it's the eddie's leather jacket candle anon! i wanted to submit something for slick sunday last week but couldn't think of anything, and then at 1am monday this popped into my head while i was trying to sleep lol. based on the idea that you smell like the people you're around a lot or were recently near
thinking about b!steve, overcompensating for being a beta by trying to be perfect instead. he tries to get good grades, does his best at sports, gets in with the popular crowd, dutifully obeys his father's stubborn insistence on taking the stupid vitamins for his stupid deficiency everyday... only for canon events to happen, and effort is worthless without promising results in the eyes of his alpha parents.
the summer of â86, steve gets in a fight to end all fights with his parents when they find out about his âdalliances withâ (crush on) a!eddie, and b!robin and her parents offer their basement for as long as steve needs it. robin shares a bathroom with steve and notices the pill bottle she keeps in there is emptying faster than normal. when she asks if heâs been taking some of her pills, he shrugs and apologizes for using her vitamins without asking, but they were the same kind heâs been taking since puberty hit and heâll buy more if sheâll tell him which drugstore carries it since he canât seem to find it on his own.
except theyâre puberty blockers. omega puberty blockers. robin takes them on purpose because having a period is enough trouble without the heats, but steve has everything heâs ever known about himself and his life as a harrington turned on its head. a lot of the things heâd been scolded for (things that in hindsight are omega traits, like the âstomachachesâ he gets every 3 months because of his âvitamin deficiencyâ) suddenly make a lot of sense. they call joyce, who lives in hawkins again and has dealt with a son going through omega puberty, and ask for her advice. through their combined research, steve concludes the best course of action is to taper his dose until heâs completely weaned off the blocker, that way the change doesnât happen all at once.
cut to a month later. at hellfire, which now takes place in the basement of wayneâs new government hush-money house, eddie notes that dustin smells weird different, to which dustin replies heâs using a new deodorant and he even showered right before he got here today and why the fuck are alpha noses so frickinâ sensitive. eddie says whatever, as long as it keeps the BO out of his nostrils.
eddie smells dustinâs oddly pleasant strong new deodorant when he goes to make a return at family video. he asks robin if she started using the same deodorant as dustin and she whacks him in the head with the tape because no, dingus, dustin was here earlier borrowing neverending story again, dingus. when eddie asks why steve isnât there for him to flirt with, robin says he had to go home sick. eddie eagerly offers to bring steve cold medicine or food or go to keep him company, but robin shuts that down harsher than necessary. eddie can take a hint, steve just needs the day off. as he leaves, the familiar beamer in the parking lot doesnât strike him as odd.
jonathan doesnât usually ask eddie for weed, especially since argyle has way better shit, but eddie stops by the byers-hopper residence anyway for a covert drop. he runs into joyce, who apparently shares the same taste in deodorant as dustin, and asks why everyoneâs getting the same new deodorant, only for her to tell him that the only thing thatâs changed with her is nursing steve back to health from his terrible cold. they seem to reach a realization at the same time, and eddie decides he needs to ask steve where the hell heâs getting this deodorant and why it smells better from him than when dustin wears it. (joyce, infinitely wiser in her years, reaches the correct conclusion.)
eddie manages to sneak via window into the basement where steve is staying, bringing a care package: cold medicine, a hot thermos of wayneâs soup, and a few cassettes of Actually Good music. the plan is to hang out for a few hours, maybe set the mood a little, and if eddie canât actually get the words out he can play the cassette that contains a recited confession on how much eddie likes steve and his stupid, sexy everything and could steve please, please, please think about giving eddie a chance. he only gets halfway through the window, then falls in the rest of the way at the sight and smell and sound of steve in a full-blown heat, wearing eddieâs battle vest and fingering his dripping cunt while mewling eddieâs name. eddie can only appreciate the situation for 2 seconds tops before the panic and instincts kick in. he bursts into the houseâs ground floor, tosses the care package to a bewildered robin, and halfway out the door yells that his rut just triggered and he needs to leave.
after a few very turbulent days, eddieâs planning a new strategy for How to Woo Steve Harrington when steve himself barges into eddieâs room and kisses him senseless. they talk about steve being an omega, their mutual attraction, and what that all means in the long run, which leads to flirting and ends with steve deepthroating eddie and eddie eating out steveâs pussy.
a year later, eddie tenderly kisses the mating bite on steveâs neck as they cradle their newborn child.
Steveâs omega status being hidden/suppressed by his parents for years is so genuinely awful⌠and such great angst. he believed them so completely that his entire identity is altered and he has to learn how to function as an omega, but Eddie will take care of him and treat him right!!! this is adorableđđ
#slick sunday#steddie#steddie omegaverse#omega steve harrington#alpha eddie munson#a/b/o#omegaverse#steve x eddie#my asks#anon asks#mpreg#cw mpreg#tw mpreg
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๨ৠâ ď˝ĄË đ°đ¨đŤđĽđđŹ đđŠđđŤđ: đŹđđđŹđ¨đ§ đ¨đ§đ a stranger things rewrite
pairings: steve harrington x reader
contains: fem!reader, minor enemies to lovers, slow burn, violence, cursing, mentions of death, blood, weapons, steve being an ass in season one but epically redeems himself, and any other warnings that may come with stranger things lol
moving into the small and quiet town of hawkins, indiana, was not the most ideal vision of how you thought your sophomore year would go. between being under chief hopper's wing, dodging steve harrington, and a kid going missing in a town where nothing happens, you find yourself being pulled into the unexplainable.
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đđđđŁđ§đđĽ đ˘đĄđ: đŁđĽđ˘đđ˘đđ¨đ đŁđđĽđ§ đ˘đĄđ you've just been dragged to the middle of nowhere, aka hawkins, indiana, with your pos father where the cicadas are loud and the neighbors are louder. after moving into your new trailer home thatâs seen better daysâprobably in another lifetime, you somehow end up under chief hopper's care, hawkins' grumpiest cop. oh, and did i mention you found a creepy portal in the woods? how much weirder can this town get?
đđđđŁđ§đđĽ đ§đŞđ˘: đŁđĽđ˘đđ˘đđ¨đ đŁđđĽđ§ đ§đŞđ˘ your first few weeks in your new town, hawkins, are honestly anything but normal. you quickly find yourself caught between making new friends and keeping your distance, all while dodging the king of douchebags, steve harrington, and his clumsy attempts to get to know you, all on your first day. and, with a cherry on top, a strange figure in the woods makes you question if hawkins has a wildlife problemâor something much stranger. spoiler alert: it's not just deer.
đđđđŁđ§đđĽ đ§đđĽđđ: đ§đđ đŠđđĄđđŚđđđĄđ đ˘đ đŞđđđ đđŹđđĽđŚ turns out nancy wheeler and her family aren't all that bad, but middle school boy humor is the worst. ignoring your gut for once? classic mistakeânow a kid's missing, and the guilt trip's free of charge! what's even cooler is that steve harrington won't get off your ass, and loves to make fun of people with missing siblings with his lovely friends. oh, and now barb's missing. hawkins couldn't get any better!
đđđđŁđ§đđĽ đđ˘đ¨đĽ: đ§đđ đđ˘đđŹ will byers was announced deceased, and now your friend barb is officially missing. steve is a grade a asshole and breaks jonathan byers camera, tearing up his photography. the figure you saw in the woods and in your nightmares ends up in one of the photographs jonathan took, leaving suspicion that will is alive, and barb is in danger. maybe hawkins is cursed!
đđđđŁđ§đđĽ đđđŠđ: đ§đđ đđđđ đđĄđ đ§đđ đđđĽđ˘đđđ§ barbra is still nowhere to be found, and you and your friends think you can do something about it. steve attempts to apologize to you, but you spare him no time to talk. hopper is really bad at keeping secrets, and will's funeral was dreadful. you and your friends search for the monster, and there's some weird tension between nancy and jonathan. then nancy decides to disappear while monster hunting! how fun!
đđđđŁđ§đđĽ đŚđđŤ: đ§đđ đ đ˘đĄđŚđ§đđĽ you thought you almost lost nancy, and you've supposedly figured out what's causing your nightmares. also, hopper is apparently interested in conspiracies about children with telekinesis, wonder where that one will go! while you're shopping for supplies to go monster hunting with nancy and jon, you run into the one and only: steve harrington, who sucks at relationships, and you can guess how that one ends. hopper finally finds out you've been tracking down a monster, and you've concluded everyone is terrible at keeping secrets!
đđđđŁđ§đđĽ đŚđđŠđđĄ: đ§đđ đđđ§đđ§đ¨đ you're on a wild goose chase for some kids, including one with apparent superpowers, who could've guessed? steve is also realizing he has some shit he needs to fix, and his friends really suck. then, you wind up at hawkins middle school to make a fancy bath for a kid with telekinetic powers. here's to hoping she finds will and barb safe and sound!
đđđđŁđ§đđĽ đđđđđ§: đ§đđ đ¨đŁđŚđđđ đđ˘đŞđĄ you wind up a monster hunter, also third wheeling nancy and jonathan until steve harrington of all people shows up, surprise! between genuinely thinking you're going to die, fighting a monster, and trying to get will back, you're still wondering how you ended up in hawkins of all places. and, what's better, going back to living with your pos dad or fighting interdimensional monsters? you also find out steve harrington isn't as bad as you thought he was, yay!
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#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#stranger things#jim hopper#father figure jim hopper#stranger things rewrite#stranger things blog#jonathan byers#nancy wheeler#steve harrington fic#steve harrington fanfiction#stranger things fanfiction#guys im so excited for this#enjoy ily#worlds apart
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bradley "rooster" bradshaw x fem!reader
wc- 2k
warnings- mentions of pregnancy/being pregnant, vomit/throwing up, like one f bomb, established relationship, i dont think anything else
a/n- reader is a pilot lol. hope you all like it and send me any requests you wanna see!!!!
You were tired of vomit. Tired of the smell, tired of the nausea, and tired of the harsh sting it was leaving in the back of your throat. The past three days you had been pulled to consciousness by your uneasy stomach and ended up over the toilet as your alarm blared from the bedroom.Â
Bradley has had to leave for training extremely early this week and luckily has missed your ugly morning wake-up call. Youâd been subtly avoiding his concerns at work; when you looked queasy after conditioning, when Jakeâs body wash scent made you gag, and when you barely touched the coffee he brought you one morning. You played it off as a stomach bug, but your intuition was telling you something completely different.
Thankfully this week had been a zero flight week. You were terrified of flying if your suspicions were accurate, but you were also too scared to take the damn pregnancy test.Â
As you walked down the hall Friday afternoon, doing your best to avoid everyone, you made a pact with yourself that you would stop by the convenience store tonight. Bradley was staying late to help with new flight curriculum so youâd have the opportunity to do it alone.Â
Part of you wanted to share this moment with him, but your fear quickly overrode that. You and Bradley had been together for years at this point, ever since your first run at Top Gun. Heâs mentioned kids a couple times, but never seriously. Deep down you knew he would accept this and be 100% in it, but your anxiety was on blast and your logical thoughts were nowhere to be found.Â
You were supposed to be heading to a group meeting, all Dagger Squad members present. Your nausea has been steady all day, and hasn't eased up since you puked your guts up first thing. Itâs been miserable and your sweaty, pale complexion are a testament to that. Youâre trying your best to take deep breaths as you walk through the humid hallway, but your stomach lurches anyway. You grip the wall nearest to you and clench your eyes shut.Â
Deep breaths. In and out. You wait for the pain to subside before you start walking again. You slowly enter the conference room, looking around. Last one here, great. You shoot a small smile in apology and head to the empty seat next to Bradley.Â
He gives you a quizzical look as Maverick begins a spiel about next week's itinerary.Â
âYou okay?â He whispers, brown eyebrows pinched.Â
You inhale sharply and nod, reaching for his hand to squeeze in reassurance. He squeezes in return and tries his best to keep his attention on Mav, but your squirming is distracting. Itâs too hot in this cramped office space. You swear you can feel each personâs body heat radiate off them, making your head spin.Â
Breaths. Deep freaking breaths. Youâre trying to concentrate once again on your breathing as Phoenix asks a question, but everything is muffled and distant. You feel Bradleyâs eyes seer into you and your jaw clenches unbearably tight.Â
This is not happening. You refuse. Youâve made it the whole week without getting sick at work, and you really donât want your closest colleagues and friends to see you hurl in a tiny trash can. Bradley squeezes your hand tighter trying to grasp your attention, but you just stare ahead and will your body to stop.Â
Fuck. Thereâs definitely no stopping it. You shoot to your feet, pulling your hand from Bradleyâs, drawing everyoneâs attention. You briefly hear Mav ask if youâre alright and your hand quickly shoots to cover your mouth as you stumble to the trash can. Your stomach empties and you cough harshly, bent over the small container. You hear chairs screech and boots on the ground and soon feel a familiar hand slide up your back.Â
Bradley pulls your hair away from your face with his other hand and continues to rub your back, glancing around the room in concern. Phoenix and Bob shoot him sympathetic looks and Jakeâs grimace is clear as day.Â
Mav makes his way over to you, cautiously, and shouts at Javy to get a medic. You raise your hand and wave at him, trying to refuse. You cough again, âIâm fine. Iâm okay.â
âYou just puked y/n.â Bradley states.Â
âI know, I know. Iâm sorry- just Iâm okay now.â
You slowly stand up and Bradley keeps his grip on you, moving you towards a seat. You glance up, cheeks flushing in embarrassment, and see the sympathetic looks sent your way. âSorry,â You sigh.
Javy returns out of breath with the medic and you canât help but roll your eyes. âReally, Iâm fine.â
âY/n I think you should go get checked out,â Maverick says, âRooster, why donât you go with her.â He nods his head towards the door and motions for you, Bradley, and the medic to leave the conference room.Â
Bradley keeps his grip on your elbow as you walk slowly toward the med bay. The medic is asking you basic questions that you are trying your best to answer as vaguely as possible. When you enter the med area you begrudgingly let the medic take your temperature and check your vitals.Â
âEverything looks okay. Iâd just get some rest and head to urgent care if your symptoms get any worse.âÂ
Youâre grateful the medic didnât mention pregnancy and you nod in appreciation as they exit the small exam area.Â
Bradley sighs and places his hands on his hips. âLet me take you home, honey. Get some sleep.â
You shake your head, âNo Roo itâs okay, I promise. You have to stay late anyway.â
Youâre avoiding his gaze as a lump forms in your throat. Youâre not sure why you feel so emotional all of a sudden, but with barely any sleep and vomiting up everything you eat, youâre exhausted. You feel tears prick your waterline as Bradley steps closer to you.Â
He reaches up and cups your face. It wasnât always like this. You and Rooster are both stubborn to an unhealthy degree, and when you two got off on the wrong foot all those years ago you never imagined this. He rubs his thumbs over your cheeks, examining you with his eyes.Â
âWhatâs going on? Youâve been off all week.â His voice is soft and it only makes you more emotional.Â
You close your eyes and feel the first tears escape down your face. âI think Iâm pregnant.â You whisper.
You keep your eyes shut as you hear him inhale. He grips your face tighter, willing you to open your eyes. When you finally open them, heâs smiling.Â
âYouâre pregnant?â
You shake your head, âIâm not sure yet. I havenât taken a test yet, but Iâve been sick all week and I canât remember when my last period was.â You sigh.Â
His smile only grows. Of course he would be excited. Youâre not sure why you were convinced he would be pissed or upset. His reaction only makes you cry more and he tugs you closer into the warmth of his chest.Â
He presses a kiss to the top of your head and steps back, helping you off the exam bench. âLet's go home, yeah?â He asks.Â
You nod solemnly and thread your fingers through his, heading to the exit. Bradley lets Mav know youâre sick and heâs taking you home, planning to finish the flight course next week. He helps you into his Bronco and secures your seatbelt for you. He kisses you lightly before closing the door and heading around the car.
On the way back to your shared place he detours to the nearest convenience store and parks out front. Turning to you he says, âIâm gonna run in and grab a few tests. Do you want to come in?â
You shake your head and lean back against the seat letting it absorb your exhaustion. Heâs quick inside and jogs back out to the car with a full bag.
âI didnât know which one to get so I just grabbed a bunch.â He pulls a few out to show you and you laugh at his eagerness.
He smiles at you and places the bag in the back seat, squeezing your knee as he starts the car again.Â
He turns the radio on low as you watch your surroundings pass by. You donât know how to feel about all this. Are you even ready to be a mom? You glance at Bradley and take in his tanned skin and light blush covering his nose and ears. Heâd be a great dad, you already know it.Â
You try to shake off some of your anxiety as you head inside. Bradley pulls you close and squeezes your arm, sending you a reassuring smile. You exhale and turn to him, âWill you take it with me?â
âOf course.â He nods and rubs your arm gently.Â
You head towards the bathroom with the bag full of tests and Bradley fills a cup of water for you. Youâre examining all the different tests when he enters and comes up behind you. He rests his head on your shoulder and reads the boxes with you.Â
You grab the test with the electronic Pregnant or Not Pregnant answer and a generic 2 line test as well. Bradley sits with you the whole time anxiously squeezing any part of you he can touch. You place the tests near the sink and set a timer on your phone.Â
You both sit in a comfortable yet tense silence. You can tell Bradley is more excited than you are but heâs doing his best to keep himself calm. The phone rings cutting off your anxious thoughts and you both stand together to look at the results.Â
You grab the line test first seeing two very visible solid lines. You quickly grab the other which coincides with a bold Pregnant flashing at you. You close your eyes and pass the test to Bradley, feeling the waterworks begin.Â
He gasps slightly and puts the test back on the counter. He laughs as he turns you to face him, âHey, hey itâs okay. Everythings gonna be fine,â You can hear the smile in his voice as your tears fall faster.Â
âWeâll figure it out, okay? Hey, look at me.â He cups your face again, your eyes opening to meet his.Â
âWeâre gonna figure it out.â His smile spreads, âWeâre gonna be parents holy shit.â You laugh at his excitement and pull him into an embrace.Â
âWeâre gonna be parents.â You mumble into his shirt.Â
The next morning you head to a local clinic just to get a medical test and see if everythings okay with the baby. Youâre given the all clear and relative timeline of birth and growth and everything seems so surreal. Bradley is beyond excited and itâs starting to rub off on you. He spent the whole night reassuring you and brainstorming possible names.Â
The doctor did let you know that flying is off limits. You feel a bit sad at the loss of flying, but know Mav will keep you busy in other ways. You keep reminding yourself this as you head to his office Monday morning. Bradley and you are hand in hand, him excited to break the news. You knock and hear a muffled âCome inâ on the other side. You exhale and squeeze Bradleyâs hand as you push the door open.Â
âHey y/n, Bradley.â He nods. âFeeling better?â He places the paperwork he was looking at down and looks between you both.Â
You glance to Bradley who quickly nods his head, urging you on. âAbout that.â You turn back to Mavâs confused expression continuing, âUm, Bradley and I actually have something to tell you.â
Pete remains silent, questioning you both.Â
âIâm, uh, not gonna be able to fly for a while.â
His brows furrow, mouth opening to object, but you beat him to it.Â
âIâm pregnant.â
His mouth drops in shock and Bradley laughs at his expression.Â
âI- I mean wow. Holy shit!â He laughs. He stands and rounds the desk pulling you into a tight hug and then Bradley. He shakes Roosterâs shoulders as he pulls away and his face is ecstatic.Â
âIâll be damned,â He looks between you both again and shakes his head. You glance at Bradley and smile.
Bradleyâs grin is contagious and he shouts, âWeâre gonna be parents!â
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Soap having an introverted/shy bestfriend headcanons
pairing: Johnny "soap" mactavish x gn!reader
a/n: huge thank you to everyone who took the time to read or reblog my last post I actually nearly criedđŤśđź. also some of these are a bit longer than they should be I don't even know if they still count as headcanons lol.
It definitely takes you a while to become friends. It literally took you weeks to speak more than a few sentences, so taking months to become close friends was no surprise.
He's so used to talking all the time and you just listening, at some point it was the only way you could have a conversation. When you started talking more around him, he got so quiet and listened so well even if it wasn't something important, he was just happy to listen to you.
Definitely takes notice of all the things you like, he wants to be so close to you, so he tries to learn about all your favorite things. First time he talked about your favorite movie Infront of you and saw how your eyes lighted up he decided he'd do it more. He also always brings you your favorite food/drink.
The first time you hugged him it was on his birthday. He's had a small birthday party, only invited close people (you being included of course), and after everyone left and you finally gave him his present, He hugged you so tight to his chest, arms wrapped around you. He was about to pull way remembering you told him you're not so comfortable with hugs, only to be stopped by you wrapping your arms around his waist. He tried to act cool after you broke the hug but he was screaming inside. His birthday became more special to him.
He was hoping hugs would become a regular thing after, but they didn't. Although, his disappointment is long forgotten when you start giving him little touches. A hand on his shoulder, your knee touching his, sometimes you'd even let him lay his head on your shoulder.
He always invites you to new places and tries to introduce you to his friends. He understands how you feel about social interactions and public places, so he doesn't pressure you. He just wants his bestfriend with him all the time):
So protective of you! the moment someone says something like "do you ever talk?" he's already in their face. No seriously, he won't leave them 'till you get an apology. You try to tell him that it's okay and it's no big deal but he disagrees, annoying his bonnie is in fact a huge deal.
Since you hate public places so much, he starts inviting you to his place to hang out. The more it happened the more used he is to it, and at one point "hanging out" is basically each of you doing their own thing but in the same room together. You're so quiet he forgets you're there, so when you suddenly say something, he lets out a scream. It makes you laugh so hard the first time it happens, so he starts doing it on purpose.
You once decided to go over your drinking limit due to social anxiety reasons. Johnny saw a whole new you that night. He felt a little guilty enjoying you being drunk, you laughed loudly at his jokes and told him so many stories about you he's never heard before, he couldn't help but enjoy it. That night before he dropped you off at your place, you grabbed his face touching it for the first time ever and told him "I wouldn't trade you for the world, johnny". He had to leave you as quickly as possible because he knew he was about to cry, and he did. He was just overwhelmed with all the love he has for you; he couldn't believe you actually felt this way about him.
You two are literally opposites people get shocked seeing you together. You two are surprised as well, neither of you could imagine being bestfriends with someone who is nothing like them, but you're so happy you are. You're besties forever. đŤśđź
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reunited - finnick odair x reader
a one shot based off of this ask. reader is saved from the capitol and brought to district 13. she gets discharged from the hospital wing and is finally able to spend time with finnick.
warnings: MDNI mentions of mental health issues, trauma, mentions of starvation, female reader, smut, oral (f receiving)fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, this is honestly rushed so if it sucks I apologize lol
word count: 2,000 words
Finnick was distraught without you, to say the least. After you had been taken out of the arena by the Capitol, he taken by District 13, he didnât know what to do, what to say, how to feel. He was lost. As though nothing had any meaning to him any longer. He wished you were dead. He wished he was dead. He wished everyone was dead because it would mean that no one would be suffering and therefore, nothing could go wrong.
Day in and day out, tying knots in a rope to ground himself so he didnât get lost in his thoughts. Wake up, eat breakfast at the assigned time, space out, eat lunch, space out, eat dinner, space out, go to bed, and wake up in the morning. Repeat the process.
His only small sliver of hope was being gifted a trident to start practicing with. Just something to take his mind off of the horrors that you were likely going through. That was until he was asked to speak to Katnissâs PR team, to get filmed and broadcasted to all of Panem in the hopes that they rescue Peeta, Johanna, and you from the Capitol. And Finnick was more than ready to do so.
And when news came that you had been rescued and that the mission was a success, Finnick ran to the hospital wing, calling your name. âY/N!â he shouted, busting through the doors.
And then came the shout of your voice. âFinnick!â
He looked over to you, seeing you on the hospital bed. You didnât care for any of your injuries, tearing the tubes out of your skin to run up to Finnick. And he engulfed you in his arms, holding you closely as you wrapped your arms around him. Nothing mattered more to either of you than that you were together. No matter what happened, everything would be okay because Finnick finally had you.
A weight had been lifted off of Finnickâs shoulders as he realized that you were okay and now you were safe. He looked you up and down. You were thin, due to being starved by the Capitol, you had bruises all over your face, and you overall just looked worn out. But even so, Finnick thought you were the most beautiful woman to ever exist.
Eventually, he had to let go of you and leave. It was time for bed within District 13 and you needed to be attended to. So Finnick had reluctantly left you alone with the doctors and nurses. He had gone back to his room that night and cried happy tears, grateful that you were alive.
After that initial visit, however, you werenât allowed visitors for a while. Apparently, the Capitol had really messed up with not only your physical health but also your mental health and being locked up in a bunker reminded you of being locked in the cell in the Capitol. Therefore, you needed time to adjust.
It took about two weeks before you could have visitors. And after that, Finnick visited you every night and talked to you about anything and everything. And it helped you so much. So much so that you were able to be released within a week, your injuries fully healed and a healthy amount of weight put back onto you. And you were allowed to share your room with Finnick.
When you and Finnick had gone to your shared room that night, nothing stopped Finnick from just grabbing your face and kissing you. And you of course kissed him back. The kiss was desperate and hungry, as though you both worried that if you stopped the other would just wither away into nothingness and you would be left alone once more. Finnickâs arms were wrapped tightly around you, not enough to hurt you but enough to be firm and secure you. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close to you.
Finnick pulled away from the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours. âI missed you so much,â He murmured, his voice cracking. âI was so lost without you, baby.â His green eyes had turned glossy, signaling the emotions he was feeling.
You felt yourself tearing up as well, bringing a hand to caress his cheek. âI missed you so much too, Finnick,â You sniffled. âThe thought of ever seeing you again was the only reason I got through everything the Capitol put me through.â
And so Finnick kissed you again. His lips were soft against yours, kissing you slowly this time. His tongue traced your bottom lip, causing you to let out a soft moan at the feeling as you parted your lips. His tongue entered your mouth, exploring it. One of your hands went to Finnickâs hair, gently entangling your fingers in it while the other was wrapped around his neck.
Finnickâs hands were roaming your body, feeling you through the jumpsuit provided by District 13. He brought his hand up to the zipper. He was about to tug it down but decided to ask you first. He pulled away from the kiss. âNeed you, baby,â he murmured. âIs that okay?â
You nodded your head. âI need you too, Finnick,â you murmured back, going back to kissing his lips. Finnick immediately kissed you back, tugging the zipper down on your jumpsuit and taking it off of you. You helped by kicking it to the side. You did the same to Finnick, unzipping his jumpsuit and taking it off of him.
Finnick gently pushed you to the bed, sitting you down at the edge of the bed. He reached behind you to unclasp your bra, taking it off of you and throwing it to the side. He pulled away from the kiss to look you up and down. âYouâre so beautiful, sweetheart,â he said softly, kneeling in front of you. âGonna make you feel so good, yeah?â
You bit your lip, nodding your head at your wonderful boyfriend. Your cheeks were red as you looked at him. Finnick gave you a small smile, gently spreading your legs. He grabbed the hem of your panties, pulling them down. âIf you want to stop at any point, my love, please tell me.â
You gave him a small smile. âI want this, Finnick,â you replied, caressing his face. âI need this.â
Finnick smiled up at you, taking your panties off the rest of the way and tossing them aside. He grabbed one of your legs, kissing you from your ankle and working his way up to your inner thigh. And when Finnick got to your pussy, he sighed in contentment as he placed a kiss onto your pussy lips. You bit your lip, spreading your legs further for him. Finnick gave you a smirk before bringing his tongue out, licking the slit of your cunt before tonguing your clit.
You let out a small moan, a hand moving to entangle in Finnickâs hair while the other gripped the sheets of the bed. Finnick let out a soft moan, sucking on your clit. You closed your eyes in pleasure, throwing your head back. Finnick continued to suck and tongue your clit, bringing a finger up to your hole and inserting it slowly. You let out another soft moan. âOh fuck.â
Finnick moved his finger slowly inside of you, thrusting it in and out at the same time as he sucked your clit. He missed your pussy so much. You always tasted so divine and delicious. He just adored you with all his heart. Finnick added another finger, curling both of his digits inside of you. You let out a loud moan, gripping Finnickâs hair. âOh fuck!â You moaned out, clenching around his digits.
Finnick pulled away from your clit to look at you, keeping his fingers inside of you as he thrusted them faster inside of you, hitting your g-spot. âThatâs it, baby,â he said, looking up at you. You looked so beautiful. Your skin was flushed, you were blushing, your back was arched slightly. Finnick absolutely adored you. âGonna cum on my fingers?â
You whined, nodding your head. Finnick smiled before going back to sucking your clit, making you buck your hips against his face. âSo close, Finnick,â you whined, feeling yourself come undone. And with a few more thrusts, your thighs clenched together and shook as you came hard around his digits. âOh my god!â You moaned out.
And when you came down from your high, Finnick removed his fingers from you. He pulled away, licking his lips as he stood up. His cock was painfully hard in his boxers. He palmed himself, looking at you. You opened your eyes, looking up at Finnick and breathing heavily. He smiled at you. âDo you want to continue?â He asked softly.
You nodded your head enthusiastically. âPlease, Finnick,â you replied. âNeed your cock inside me.â
And thatâs all Finnick needed to pull his boxers down and throw them aside. âLay down, baby,â he said, stroking himself slowly. You obliged, laying your head down on the pillow. Finnick crawled on top of you, holding himself up with one arm as his other guided his cock to your entrance. And without any hesitation, he eased himself inside of you.
You both moaned in unison. You wrapped your arms around his torso, holding Finnick close as he eased his cock inside of you. You both looked into each otherâs eyes, not needing any words to be spoken. His green orbs looked into your beautiful e/c ones, making you smile softly at him. Though your smile quickly contorted into a face of pleasure as Finnick began thrusting his hips slowly.
âYouâre so tight, sweetheart,â Finnick whispered shakily, leaning on his forearms as he moved his hips.
âYouâre so big,â you whispered back, moaning softly. âNeeded you so bad.â
âI needed you too, baby,â Finnick replied, leaning down to kiss your lips.
You kissed Finnick back. He continued his slow pace inside of you, thrusting his hips as the two of you relished in one anotherâs touch. Being able to be with you after having you gone for so long wore Finnick down a lot. And he just needed you desperately. Not just physically but mentally too. And soon, Finnick was quickening his pace and angling his hips to hit that spongy spot inside of you. You both moaned loudly at the feeling.
You pulled away from the kiss, throwing your head back in pleasure as Finnick thrusted into you. He began kissing your neck. âI missed you so much,â he practically whined in your ear.
âI missed you too, Finnick,â you whined back, gasping when Finnick kissed your sweet spot.
âI love you,â he moaned out, moving his hips faster.
âOh fuck-â you moaned, arching your back as you felt your orgasm approaching quickly. âI love you too!â
âGonna cum for me, baby?â Finnick asked. âYouâre clenching around me so good. Please cum for me,â he moaned, burying his head in your neck.
And so you came around Finnickâs cock, whining and moaning as you did so. And soon Finnick followed shortly after.
Finally, the two of you were reunited at last.
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[translation] Nam Yoon-su interview with Vogue Korea
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(T/N: did this a bit quickly as it's been a busy week for me, apologies for any errors. once again i am but a longtime student doing this for practice and fun. there were some interesting bits in here about nam yoon-su's connection to go young and his experiences on set. i find his personality quite refreshing lol. also the pictures are gorgeous.)
No Pretense, Just the Truth: Nam Yoon-Suâs âLove in the Big Cityâ
Oct. 20, 2024 | Son Gi-ho and Kim Na-rang
Today is Sunday, but weekends probably arenât that special for actors, right?
If you start a job, you just keep going. That's when days start to lose significance.
You filmed Love in the Big City last winter and spring, are you working on something right now?
I rested for a bit after the surgery with my dad, and Iâm preparing for a movie now.
You donated a kidney to your father this past June, have you recovered? Can you drink that coffee?
Itâs okay as long as I donât drink four cups a day. Smoking is the worst so I quit.Â
You were appointed as the ambassador for the Life-Sharing Campaign. It seems like you experienced firsthand the value of organs and tissue.
I was interested in it before, so I searched up videos on YouTube. Obviously I didnât know that I would end up donating my kidney. I could actually feel my body changing during the process. My skin became dull because the kidney couldnât detoxify properly, and seeing people have trouble going to the bathroom gave me a lot to think about.
This will make a big difference in your life.
More than anything, it improved my relationship with my father. (laughs) There are three of us, all boys, and we didnât get along well with him. But now we talk a lot.
Love in the Big City is based on the novel by Park Sang-young, and itâs widely recognized as a Booker Prize-nominated queer romance novel. Did you feel pressured by the genre?
I started modeling in my second year of high school (T/N: equivalent of junior year in NA), and there were a lot of queer staff members around, so I never felt that sense of difference. Everyone has their own world, right? I also had a childhood friend come out to me when they turned 20. We actually became closer after that.
How did you get the role?
I was contacted by the production company and met with the directors. There are four of themâHur Jin-ho, Hong Ji-young, Son Tae-gyeom, and Kim Se-inâand I hadnât met anyone before, so we needed time to get to know each other. Their directing styles are all different, but thankfully they all gave me the okay.
During the meeting, did they ask if you were okay with doing a queer romance?
Not at all. If I thought that way at all, even a little bit, the meeting wouldnât have happened.
What kind of conversation did you have then?
They were unexpectedly curious about my hardships. Looking back on why we talked about that, though, I think itâs because I had to play Go Young from age 20 into his 30s. I had to show various emotions and character growth at all those different ages.
It seems like youâre right in the middle of that ten-plus year range for Go Young.
Iâll be 30 in three years. Episodes 1 and 2 tell the story of 20-year-old Go Young, but we shot episodes 3 and 4 first. It was better to film him in his mid-20s first. Director Hur Jin-ho made it comfortable for me while filming. It seemed like he placed a lot of importance on sound. Even after giving the okay, he would sit there with his eyes closed and just listen.
Iâm interested to see how four different directors, working independently, will capture your image.
I havenât seen the final edit yet, so Iâm also curious and looking forward to it. I was only able to see the parts I later had to add narration for. Like the novel, there were a lot of parts I had to describe or explain.
Was there anything you had to keep in mind while doing the narration?
I couldnât get caught up in the emotions and had to read everything in a similar manner, using a normal tone. That way it would be easier for the viewers. The emotions are already shown on screen, so if the narration was too forceful it would be hard to handle.
In an eight-episode show, you had different acting partners every two episodes (Lee Su-kyung, Kwon Hyuk, Na Hyun-woo, Jin Ho-eun, and Kim Won-joong). It must have felt like you were filming fragments of four separate works.
It was interesting because not only the directors, but the actors, staff, assistant directors, and producers all changed as well. It was a little difficult at first. On top of that, all the directors had different styles and wanted different things from me. I think that produced a more interesting result.
It must have been a big challenge for the actors.
Yes, it was a challenge. (laughs) One week it was one director, the next week it was another director, so I had to change my own approach every time. I learned a lot through that process.
Was there a wrap party for the entire production? (laughs)
Each team had their own gathering, but unfortunately we couldnât do a big one.
While filming Todayâs Webtoon, you said you were extremely sensitive because you wanted to do a good job. And because of that, you lost a lot of weight. How did you feel while filming this drama?
Iâm fundamentally a sensitive person. Of course, I can handle it so I don't affect others. This time, my main focus was on showing the changes in Go Youngâs expressions and speech as he got older. For example, he was more active in his relationships when he was younger, but as time passes you can see him slowing down. Also, he changes his hairstyle and fashion. But thatâs also due to the directors having different preferences.
You started out as a model, so do you have any personal views about fashion?
Nope. (laughs) I go around wearing comfortable tracksuits.
Which of Go Youngâs eras are you most drawn to?
While shooting episodes 3 and 4 with director Hur Jin-ho, thereâs a scene where he goes running to the hospital after finding out his mother is sick. It was around the time when my father was ill, so I definitely felt a lot of empathy.
You were also having a hard time then.
Physically I was fine, but I couldnât say the same about my heart. I became one with Go Young when he was in front of his sick mother. I was able to grasp the emotions, so we filmed those scenes without needing to rehearse. The emotions were captured really well, so we didnât need any other scenes to explain the situation.
It must have been a strange feeling, having real-life sadness help with your acting.
To be honest, I just concentrated on filming the scene at the time and didnât think about my father. Thinking about it later, I realized it was easy to express those feelings because of my connection with him.
How did you feel after filming that scene?
I donât look back once itâs over. I just come right back to reality.
In a way, thatâs a blessing. Some actors have to receive counseling to separate acting from real life.
You have to keep filming, right? You canât keep clinging to just that one scene. Of course, the on-site staff takes care of you and asks when you want to film a scene where you need to immerse yourself in your feelings. Thatâs the degree of difficulty. But even if itâs an emotional scene, I brush it off when itâs over and go home.
Go Young is a lively and carefree character. What about you?
Even though Go Young is straightforward, there are still times when his heart aches. Although he expresses himself in his 20s to the point where it feels aggressive, he hides his feelings more as he gets older. Iâm the kind of person who doesnât talk a lot and hides my feelings, so I can be misunderstood. When I was a model, I was shy and cautious of my surroundings, and couldnât even greet people properly. That changed when I started acting.
Now you seem very warm and comfortable with other people.
Thatâs only been true for a few years. The production company head even said I seemed awkward when we met, so they thought I wasnât interested in the work. Iâm more comfortable talking to others now, but of course, I donât like forced situations.
Like what?
Itâs often described as being âfox-like.â Itâs better to be honest rather than pretend to like someone in order to look good.
The longer you see them, the better they will be.
Thatâs right. Most of the people I see on a personal basis are childhood friends from my neighborhood, but we canât meet that often because theyâre all busy with their social lives.
It seems like you got close to all of the actors in Love in the Big City since youâre all around the same age.
It was really fun on set. But Iâm not the type to contact people that often; I donât want to meet them unless itâs from the bottom of my heart.
Kim Won-joong, who also started as a model, said in an interview with Vogue Korea that you were really reliable and helped him out a lot.
He's a top model, but since this was his first time acting, he obviously wasnât familiar with the process. Normally no one on set tells you anything in detail. I tried to make things comfortable by telling him about that kind of stuff. Not just comfortable for him, but also for me. I wanted both of us to do well.
There are a ton of skinship scenes. How did you want those to be seen?
First I got my teeth deep-cleaned and then I passed out mouthwash. (laughs) Male actors, rather than female actors, are recommended to gargle. Iâd go, âHyung, do you want to gargle?â and then weâd laugh at each other. Man or woman, I just want it to be seen as two people who love each other.
What was the hardest part for you?
Go Young has a bit of a daredevil streak, so he usually starts the skinship. There was a scene with eight actors that required over 300 takes. Each time I tried my best to make them comfortable, and it wasnât as hard as I thought.
You seem pretty calm when you come across some kind of difficulty.
If I donât deal with it today, Iâll have to do it tomorrow, so my belief is that I should just get it done. Other people tell me I donât seem to get stressed out, but I think it just piles up silently. There are times when Iâm fine and itâs a normal day, and then suddenly I feel it one night.
Even if you donât realize it, your body will show symptoms of stress.
Sometimes I suffer from gastroesophageal reflux (GERD), but thatâs my problem. I want to show everyone else a smiling image.Â
I guess thatâs why you smile all the time. Is it hard to keep smiling?
If I frown because Iâm having a hard time, itâll affect other people. Do no harm, right? Itâs a kind of principle. A while back, I received a thank you text from one of the staff. It was long and said something like, âIâve never contacted an actor before, but I was surprised because you finished everything with a smile even when things were difficult on set.â
Is that a recent moment where you were proud of yourself?
Itâs more so the DMs I received from abroad thanking me for doing the show. There was one from a Brazilian person saying, âThis drama is even more meaningful because gay marriage is illegal in our country, and Iâll be sure to watch it.â Of course, there are a lot of detractors. Go Youngâs mom is a Christian, and I actually received a DM from a woman who is of a similar age that said, âYoungsu-ssi, I thought you were a good person but Iâm disappointed in you.â But there has been a shift in the perception of queer people in Korea over the last 10-20 years, and itâll continue changing in the future.
How did you feel after filming?
I felt strongly that we had made something together. We finished it while discussing how we could complement each other and making revisions. Also, there were fewer characters than in other productions, so the individual actors and staff could communicate more deeply. Although I was the one acting, I feel that the end result is something we achieved together.
Is there something you want to achieve before the end of the year?
Iâm not good at setting goals. I used to make resolutions about how I should go about acting, but now I just work hard on every drama that comes to me. Rather than making plans for the future, the present is more important. This morning, I grated vegetables and then did some cleaning, and right now Iâm focused on finishing up well with this photoshoot and interview.
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I kinda accidentally been away :(
When I take a hiatus you'll see I don't announce it beforehand because it usually just happens instead of being a planned thing, so I apologize if I made people worry about me (again) but I'm doing fine! A plethora of things happened in the time being, and I feel like it's relevant to mention them here for some clarity. (I didn't intend to make this post so long, I'll crop here so it's easier to navigate)
First I feel like I have been falling out of love with art as a whole. My interest in a lot of stuff has been fading away, I haven't been keeping up with twst for one, and since a lot of my inspiration comes from the stuff I'm hyperfixating on I barely have been creating anything. My uni assigments so far were uninspired at best lol it sucks my mood relies so much on art and vice versa. The only times I feel actual joy is when I'm hanging out with my friends every now and then, I'm mostly alone through the rest of the week.
And it's with this habit of going out that I fluctuated towards using less social media. I don't think I ever liked having a presence online, and that's something I've been doing since highschool for no reason that matters to me anymore. Just quitting isn't something I can do because first, I think it's important getting my news from it; and second, I still want to do commissions, and I'm aiming to turn my socials into something more professional in the near future, rather than the life diary that I had a tendency of building them as. Of course there's nothing wrong with making socials a personal thing, it's just not my style, and with my anxiety of being perceived I realized I can only handle so much of it lol
I also had some personal losses, and it feels like a lot of people around me were having a hard time with theirs coincidentally, so that made me kinda sad too. I won't specify much but I think that's worth mentioning.
The tldr is that I'm lost, I don't know how I got here, and I feel like it only gets worse the longer I stand around doing nothing but I prefer to think that sometimes things get worse before they get better, I know they will get better.
I'm writing all of this from the perspective of how I feel at the moment, the conclusions I'm taking with this kinda depressive state of mind, so I imagine things can still change once I begin to feel brighter again, who knows.
Thank you for everyone who left kind messages on my askbox after all this time, idk if I can reply to all individually but I did read them and I appreciate them very much! I hope everyone is doing well too and staying safe.
And on a side note I'm sorry to the people who asked other things related to my art/blog way before I took this break, I wanted to answer them in a fun way but they've gathered too much dust by now and my inspiration is long gone. I think I'll be cleaning up my askbox since the longer I leave it unnatended the more overwhelmed it makes me feel đĽ I messed it up this time I admit, I apologize again to everyone I kept waiting.
I have a few old drawings I haven't shared here yet, maybe I'll post them if I manage to remember it :)
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The Feral One ⢠Ch 28
Finnick x Y/N
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This may be the last chapter for a few days as weâre approaching the end of the story rapidly and I havenât finished editing it yet lol. I apologize for leaving it off with a cliffhanger but I want to make sure the end is perfect before posting it. Lifeâs been busy this week so I havenât had the time to finish it the way I want to.
Content Warnings - Injury, death, medical issues, I promise Finnick isnât being stupid this time lol
The next week was full of recovery. You slowly regained your strength and were able to try solid foods again. The doctors polished all your scars off, including the one on your face from your games, at your request. You wanted nothing left to remind you of them.
You started physical therapy, as well as regular sessions with Dr. Aurelius. He allowed Finnick to join you, realizing you felt more comfortable with him nearby. You still had to use a walker to get around, but you were making progress.
A few weeks after the war ended, Coin called all the victors into a meeting. There were barely any left, mostly due to the war.
âIâve called you all here for a very symbolic vote,â she states. You donât like where this is going.
She proceeds to pitch her idea for a hunger games featuring capital children. There are mixed reactions from the remaining victors, with some believing the idea to be fair and others believing it to be cruel. Votes are cast around the room and it finally comes down to Katniss.
âI get to kill Snow,â she tells Coin, who agrees to this proposition.
âThen I vote yes,â she states. âFor Prim.â
You canât even process what this means. Another games? Was Coin out of her mind? You finally realized what you had been denying all along, as long as Coin was in charge, you would never be free.
Finnick brings you back to your shared room after the meeting. You allow his touch but still flinch away at everyone else. Dr. Aurelius had been working with you on that but itâs hard to undo the trauma of many years.
âI just want to go home,â you tell him.
âYou have to stay here for a bit,â he explains. âDistrict 4 doesnât have the resources for your treatment. Once you are better I promise you can go back to 4.â
âWhat about you?â you ask him. âAre you staying?â
He hesitantly shakes his head.
âI have to go to 4 for a few weeks but Iâll come back as soon as I can,â he states. âJohanna will be here with you in the meantime and Iâll call every day.â
âYouâre leaving?â you ask, dumbfounded by his response.
âI promise itâs for a good reason,â he says, squeezing your hand. âI wouldnât be doing this if it wasnât important.â
âWhen do you leave?â you ask.
âIn two weeks,â he responds. âIâll be here for the first bit of your treatment and return before itâs over. Then we will both go back to 4 together. Do you trust me?â
âAlwaysâ
That afternoon Finnick helps you walk out onto the avenue to stand next to the other victors. Snow was finally falling, and you were both alive to witness it.
Standing in front of all the capital people made you uneasy. What did they think of you? Were they going to hurt you?
Youâre lost in your thoughts when suddenly the crowd erupts into chaos. You look up to see Coin lying dead on the podium, an arrow in her heart. A mob of people begins rushing towards Snow, eager to kill him.
Finnick quickly scoops you up and carries you away from the commotion. When he finally sets you down, you ask what happened.
âKatniss killed Coin,â he states. âSnow is dead.â
He has to take you back to your room before you have a breakdown. What evil creature was going to seize power of Panem next? All of this was too much.
You end up collapsing on the floor of your room, shaking uncontrollably.
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I love love loveeeeee everything your writing and would like to that the opportunity to thank you so much for your services! đŤĄ
I have a request if thatâs okayâŚ
Rhea x Fem Reader having had a fling now and then nothing serious besides a kiss or two. Reader has a toxic situationship she keeps going back to where the guy hurts her constantly as in not being faithful, but they still have make up smex in a constant cycle.
Rheaâs finds out about all of this through friends of a friend type situation. She confronts Reader one day to make you leave him. Reader basically confronts that she stays with him cuz heâs a man and she likes that masculine energy for security but there are hardly any good men left so she wonât bother leaving him in search of a new one. Rhea asks like what about a woman? and Reader laughs and says a woman canât give her what a man can sexually. LOL
Rhea is upsets but sees the challenge..
Idk where I am going with this.. PLEASE, MAY WE GET HUGE STRAP ENERGY DOM RHEA PLEASE đ¤
Thank you so muchâ¤ď¸âđĽ
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but oh shit oh fuck this is so goodâŚdamn i have no words to describe how i feel rn this is crazy good thank you for the request seriously.
after writing: this is soooo incredibly long iâm sorry so get comfy haha
Teacher
rhea x fem!reader
content: talks of a toxic relationship before getting down and dirty with Mrs. Hot Goth Wrestler with a skilled tongue, good fingers and huge strap đ
âWe have to stop doing this,â she says out of breath.
âYees,â you moan, âbut not now.â
The two of you were in a one stall bathroom backstage, away from everyone. Rhea was feeling you up as she went back to kissing you roughly. Her hand travelled down to the zipper on your pants but you stopped her.
âOh come on,â she tried to seduce you back into it.
âI canât, Iâm sorry,â you pushed her away a bit, âIâm sorry,â you wiped your mouth.
Her whole aura changed when you broke the kiss but she didnât want to push you to do anything you didnât want to do. She didnât say anything which made you feel worse than you already did.
âIâll uh⌠text you later,â you fixed your shirt that she had roughed up.
âYeah,â she stepped out of your way.
You walked out of the bathroom hanging your head, feeling horrible.
Several months have passed and you are back with your ex, but youâve been on and off the whole time. You swore you would never date a cheater but when it was good, it was so good. He treated you like a queen by giving you flowers all the time, setting up random dates and the sex was amazing. He worked you out better than anyone else and he knew it too and held it over your head.
Itâs only been one time that heâs gone behind your back. You caught him sending pics to âThe Pizza Palaceâ, so you screamed and yelled and cried then left him for a good few weeks before he came crawling back to you.
Your friends begged you not to go back to him but you couldnât get over how good he was in bed and you were afraid you wouldnât find anyone else who could love you.
âIâm so sorry baby, I promise I wonât do it again, Iâm so sorry, I love you so so much. I was stupid and I couldnât see that you were perfect for me. Youâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me, Iâm so sorry,â he cried.
As soon as you accepted his apology you had ground rules: whenever you were suspicious of his texts, he had to let you look; his location was on at all times; and you needed to know his work schedule.
But once a cheater, always a cheater and somehow he found a way to cheat on you again. You had enough and finally cut ties with him for good, or so you thought.
âBaby please, Iâm so sorry, I canât live without you. Youâre my baby, I need you, I wonât do it again,â and you ended up right back in his bed.
This went on for a couple months and Rhea had kept trying to meet up with you again, but you pushed her away. She had no clue what was going on behind closed doors but she was going to find out. So she asked a mutual friend of yours when they went to lunch.
âYou didnât know?â
âShe never told me anything,â the wrestlerâs face was shocked.
âOh yeah girl. Heâs obviously mentally unwell himself and heâs taking it out on her by cheating and then asking to come back. The only reason she keeps going back is because âheâs a god in bedâ, â the friend air quoted.
âMy god. No wonder why sheâs been avoiding me,â Rhea was upset about the whole thing. Her mind was racing trying to figure out what she could do to help you out.
âIâve been trying to tell her not to go back to him, but she wonât listen to me,â the friend said insinuating that Rhea could most definitely do something.
You havenât talked to Rhea in a while, just some brief helloâs here and there as you passed her by. She kept her distance after you basically ghosted her but she couldnât stay away for long.
âHey,â Rhea texts you.
âHeyy,â you replied but you were on your couch a couple weeks after you got back with your ex, refreshing the maps for his location every second.
âWanna get coffee tomorrow?â she asked not wanting to set off any alarming messages that she was basically having an intervention so she could get you alone.
âIâd love to! Iâve been thinking about you,â you werenât lying, you did miss her but as a friend more than anything else.
âPerfect, 10 okay? At the one near your place?â
âIâll be there!â you smiled at this small interaction but you couldnât think about anything other than when he was going to get home.
The morning came and you were sat at a table in the coffee shop when you heard the door open for the australian.
âHi!â she walked towards you displaying her arms for a hug.
You were engulfed by her muscles as she squeezed, âHowâre you?â you questioned knowing something was up because she doesnât usually hug you.
âAlmost broke my clavicle last night but Iâm good,â she chuckled rubbing on the bone, âhow about you?â
âIâm doing okay,â you couldnât lie to her, âthereâs been some ups and downs but everything is good.â
âThatâs okay,â she gestured towards the register.
Both of you waited in line talking about random things, ordered and went outside to sit.
âA little birdie told me you were back with your ex?â Rhea wasnât one to dance around a subject.
You faked a laugh, âyeah,â was all you could say.
She took a sip, âand howâs that going?â
âItâs⌠good I guess. Iâve made some rules with him about his whereabouts and texts but nothing too crazy,â you took a drink to hide the awkwardness. You knew that she knew what had happened by the way she asked the question so you didnât want to bore her with the details again.
âYeah? Well thatâs good, but you really should be trusting of your significant other you know,â her accent was calm but strong.
âI do!â
She threw you a look.
âTo a point,â you cleared your throat, âHeâs just soâŚâ you balled your fists in front of her, âgood.â
She rolled her eyes, âthat shouldnât be the reason that you should stay with him,â she took another sip to let that sit in the air, âthere are other people that would kill to be with someone like you.â
âI know, I know. But I like having a man around you know? It makes me feel safer knowing that heâs there,â you smiled but your subconscious knew that it was a fake smile.
âRight,â her tone was stern, âhave you even tried to find someone else?â
âYeah!â
Another look.
âOkay fine, no I havenât because every time I think Iâm done with him and download a dating app, he comes crawling back.â
âOh my god. You canât keep going back to him,â her eyes were piercing into yours.
âI know, but heâs so kind and caring when heâs not in someone elseâs bed,â you rolled your eyes as you sat back in your chair swirling the cup.
âWell,â Rhea sighed as she mirrored your movements, âhave youâŚever thought about being with a woman?â again, not one to beat around the bush.
âWhat!? No. I couldnât. I donât even know what to do with myself sometimes, let alone another woman,â you said nervously.
âHave you even tried it?â
âWell no, but-â
âExactly. So,â the tattooed legs crossed, âleave him and find you a woman,â she smirked.
You were taken aback at her bluntness but you shouldnât have expected anything less. âAre youâŚasking me on a date Ripley?â
âNot unless you want me to. As if you havenât thought about it,â she chuckled.
âNo, I mean- I like you but not like that,â you waved away her response. Well, maybe you could be with a woman, you thought. No! No⌠wellâŚ
âUh huh,â she let you work it out for yourself for a minute before she brought you back in, âlet me know the next time he cheats,â she snarls as she stands. âI have to get back to training,â as she pushed her chair in.
You looked at her in confusion at the sudden change in energy, âokay,â you stand and walk over to give her another awkward hug.
Though it was weird, she accepted. Holding you in place, she whispered in your ear, âTrust me, I can treat you much betterâŚin and out of the bedroom.â
You let go of the hug as she smirked at you before she walked away. You watched her put her cup on top of the trash can by the food trays before walking towards her car.
âFuck,â you whispered to yourself.
Not even a week passed and he went and cheated on you once more. You cried and screamed again as you finally walked out of the house for the last time. You sat in your car fumbling for your keys as you tried to call Rhea, âpick up, pick up, pick up,â you chanted between sobs.
âHello?â
âHey,â you sniffed, âCan I come over?â
You could feel her smirking her devilish smile behind the phone knowing she was saying âtold you soâ to herself, âCâmon,â she said.
You sped over there and banged on the door.
âDamn, chill, the door didnât cheat on you,â she opened the door but you pushed past her.
âHey woah,â she closed it, locking it behind her, âsorry about the joke but-â
You threw your wallet and keys on the kitchen table as she followed you in as you cut her off with your finger, âdonât say you told me so because I already know, but you got in my head and now I can get you out,â you dropped your hand.
She confidently leaned herself on the counter, âWell,â she shrugged as she gestured to herself smirking.
âStop it,â you slammed yourself down on a chair.
âIâm kidding! I am sorry that he cheated on you thoughâŚagain,â she tried to hide her giggles.
âRhea please,â you wiped your nose with a napkin that was neatly stacked in the middle of the table, âI know Iâm dumb for going back to him but when it was good it was good, okay? It wasnât just the sex even though it may seem like it,â you broke down again.
She immediately stopped feeling proud of herself and started feeling sad for you. She hated seeing you hurt but she knew that she had to be the voice of reason right now. She sighed as she sat across from you, rubbing your arm, âis there anything you need me to do?â
âBeat his ass?â you joked.
She laughed, âI donât need a lawsuit, but I would if I could.â
You blew your nose then crumpled up the napkin, âRemember what you said at the coffee shop?â
âWhen?â she knew exactly when.
âWhen you hugged me. Did you mean it?â
âOhâŚyeah,â she said casually as her muscular arms crossed leaning back in the chair.
âCould you-â
âYou wanna do it right now?â her eyes widened, âyeah, no. What we are gonna do,â she stood, âis run you a shower for as long as you need, to get him off of you, use whatever you want in there, and then,â she pulled you out of the chair walking you to her bathroom, âwe can talk about what happens next.â
âOkay,â as you stepped inside the bathroom.
You were in there for probably 45 minutes. You stepped out with a towel wrapped around you, your hair dripping with some left over eyeliner stuck on your eyes, but you didnât care too much.
âClothes are on my bed,â she shouted from the kitchen before she walked out with two glasses of wine, setting them on the coffee table.
You changed into one of her big tshirts and sweatpants, then joined her on the couch, âThank you,â you said weakly.
âDonât worry about it, Iâll always be here for you. Now, did you think about anything specific you wanted to talk about?â she handed you the wine glass.
âMm,â you took a sip, âIâm not sure how to word this,â you became embarrassed.
âTry your best,â her hand landed on your thigh as she turned to sit criss-cross facing you.
âHow does itâŚwork?â was the best you could do.
âHow does what work?â her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
You bit your lips trying to muster up the courage but decided there was nothing left to lose, âsexâŚwith a woman,â your face turned red.
âOh!â she chuckled gently slapping her hand on your thigh, âthe same as with a man but itâs more enjoyable and much hotter,â she winked.
âBut thereâs no-â
âThere is, itâs just⌠silicone,â now Rheaâs face was a bit red but not for the same reason, âBut thereâs plenty other ways to get the job done.â
âOh,â you blinked as your mind tried to figure it out.
She took another big sip, followed by a big sigh, âdid you think of anything else? I know todayâs been a lot so we donât have to talk if you donât want to. And youâre more than welcome to stay the night if you need to, plenty of room,â she gave you a sincere smile.
âNot really,â you picked up your legs onto the couch and hugged them, âand thank you, weâll see what happens,â you finish your wine.
âFor sure,â she finishes hers too and gets off the couch. She gestured towards you silently asking if you want another, but you shook your head no, so she took your glass with her into the kitchen.
She came back out and sat back down in the same position.
âThank you,â you said again.
âFor what?â
âFor being here.â
âAnytime,â her eyes were staring into yours, twinkling in the sunset light coming from the window. She looked so beautiful in this light, was it because she actually did or because you were heart broken, again, and you needed a distraction? Whatever it was, you made a quick decision.
So you cupped her face with your hand and gently kissed her. She easily fell into it but broke it off gently.
âAre you sure you want to start this? Because I wonât be able to stop,â she was sure of herself.
âYes,â you tried to kiss her again but she backed away.
âBecause I know youâre just doing this to feel as though youâre getting back at him. And I donât want to be used as a distraction so I need to know if you actually want to go through with this,â she was calm but stern with her words, wanting to make sure you understood.
âEver since, whatever we had back then, I havenât been able to stop thinking about you. I think he was the distraction from you,â the light bulb went off in your head as you said this, because it was true. Rhea always made you feel loved and appreciated no matter what.
Her mouth fell open slightly as she took in this new revelation, âNever thought of it that way,â she cleared her throat.
âSo yes, I want to go through with this. Mainly because I want to see if you can keep your promise,â you smirked.
âAh ah, I didnât promise anything,â she pointed, âbut I can definitely prove it.â
âThen prove it, teach me the ways,â you tried to think of anything else to say but it came out before you could stop it, âof lesbian sex.â
âPlease donât ever say that again,â she scoffed.
âSorry,â you hid your face.
âYou should be, that was weird.â
âYeah, oops,â you chuckled.
âSo, you sure you want to go through with this because,â she cocked an eyebrow and smirked as she shrugged, âIâm pretty good if I do say so myself.â
âAlright alright, calm down,â you smiled putting your hand up to stop her. You took a deep breath and took a second to think about everything, âI want to do it.â
âFinally,â the wrestler breathed as she grabbed your face and smashed your lips together. It wasnât like you havenât kissed her before, but it was different this time. There was yearning and lust and you wanted more of it.
Small moans came from the both of you as your hands glided up her bare thighs, prying at the edge of her booty shorts. Her hands moved to your waist to pull you closer but you decided to straddle her instead.
âA little desperate, are we?â she guided your hips down onto her lap.
âSshhh,â as you kissed her again. Now her hands were gliding on your thighs. After a few moments, her hands found their way under your, well her shirt, and felt up your back pulling you in tighter. You arched your back into her with a low whine. Her nails dug into your back sending shockwaves through your body and directly to your core.
You gently began to grind your hips and she took the opportunity to put her hands on your ass and guide you through it. Moaning into the kisses, you ran your hand through her hair while the other kept your balance on the back of the couch.
She snuck one of her hands to the front of the waistband playing with it, âcan IâŚâ
âYeah,â you said quietly, you were nervous but youâve never felt safer.
She slowly slipped her hand underneath and began to gently caress your hot center with just a layer of fabric separating her hand from you.
âShit,â you whined.
âYou okay?â she caught your gaze.
âMhmm,â you bit your lip.
Drawing small gentle circles on your sensitive bud, your hips jerked a bit as you let out a small whimper. You tried to cover it by kissing her again.
âDonât hold back,â she whispered, âItâs hot.â
You were still weary but thankful she said something. So you nod in response before resting your head on her shoulder. Her pace had gotten faster now and you were riding her hand in perfect unison. âMmmfuck,â you threw your head back.
You removed your hand from her hair to meet with hers in the sweatpants. You stopped her hand and moved it under the one layer that was blocking her. You removed your hand but she got the message immediately. She ran her fingers over your wet folds picking up what had been oozing out of you before going back to her pace.
You moaned as your head fell back onto her shoulder, breathing heavily. She twisted her head and started to kiss your neck before ever so slightly biting. Your moans became more frequent and the pressure was quickly beginning to rise.
âFuck, Iâm gonna-â
âDonât say itâŚjust do it,â her voice was deep in your ear.
And with that, the pressure released, âOh GOD,â you yelled as you threw your head back once more. She kept her pace and let you ride it out.
After an about a minute she removed her hand, âyou okay?â
You were breathing heavily into her neck, âyeah,â as you sat up.
âGood because weâre not done yet,â and she easily picked you up carrying you to her room and onto her bed. She set you down gently, âtotally up to you, but on a scale of one to ten, how rough-â
âSeven,â you blurted out a little too quickly.
âHm,â she stood above you with her hands on her hips, âso what do youâŚâ
âOh, uhm,â your face turned redder than it was. You never had this conversation with your ex he just kinda did what he wanted, âIâm⌠not sure.â
âDo you like when someone talks you through it?â
You thought about it, âyes.â
âDo you like being praised or no?â
You thought again but longer this time, âIâm not sure.â
âWe can try both and see what happens,â she said casually, âWhat about choking?â
âOh yeah for sure,â you didnât have to think about that one.
âOkay,â she chuckled, âobviously youâre a pillow princess.â
You acted surprised, âhowâd you know?â
âI could tell,â she laughed. âAre you okay to start again?â her tone became serious.
You readjusted your position, placing your hands in your lap neatly, âYes maâam.â
âOoh, I like that,â she cooed. âNow get comfy, princess,â as she pointed to the pillows behind you.
So you scooted back a bit and laid down on the bed. You watched as she crawled menacingly on top of you. The tattooed hand slid up your torso and to your neck turning your head to the side and holding it in place. She ran her tongue up your neck, sending a shiver through your body. Your hands were carefully placed on her sides just to have something to hold on to.
She kissed down your jaw, to your mouth before making eye contact with you, âAnything he could do, I can do better,â she growled.
You couldnât say anything you were so turned on now. Never in a million years did you think you would be in this situation. So you smiled devilishly in response.
âPromise,â she tacked on before going back to your neck. She sat up and tugged at the waistband of the sweat pants, âCan I take these off?â
âYou can do anything you want,â you finally admitted.
âDonât tell me that,â she smirked.
âIâm serious,â your tone was stern as you caught her icy blue eyes with yours.
Her eyes flicked up and down your body, âokay,â her voice graveled.
She easily slipped the pants off of you but you took it a step further and took the shirt off too, leaving you in nothing but underwear.
She was surprised but her energy quickly changed. Her eyes filled with hunger as she looked over your body taking in every inch. It didnât take long for her to spread your legs to begin to kiss on your thighs.
You whimpered at her touch as your hands flew to her hair, holding it out of her way. Kissing her way up your thighs, moving from one to the other with every other peck, she looked at you as she landed one on your soaked center.
You moaned catching her gaze as she smiled into another kiss. You writhed under her as she continued to touch everywhere but where you needed her most. You were over it so you pushed her head away.
âWhat-â
âJust,â you threw off your underwear as quickly as possible, âfucking go for it, please.â
âI thought I was teaching you?â she joked.
âPlease, please, just fuck me,â you begged.
âSo desperate,â she said slyly.
âGod, please Rhea,â you were basically whining at this point.
âI donât know, I like hearing you beg,â she smoothed her hands over your thighs.
You did whine a little, gently hitting your fists on the bed, âUgh! Pleeaase!!â
She scoffed before she dove her head back down. Her tongue smoothed over your wet folds immediately.
You gasped, âfuck, yesss,â as you picked up your legs, folding at the knees.
She held your hips in place as her tongue worked its magic. She hummed into you, causing your body to shiver again at the vibrations. She skillfully flicked her tongue over your clit before lapping you up again.
The noises coming out of you were something you didnât think would happen but you let them come anyway. Moans and whines filled the room as she continued. The knot inside of you returned, causing you to ride her face.
She smiled into your movements holding you tighter. She kept her pace steady as your hips jerked against her, âshitâŚffffuck,â you moaned. Just a few more moments and you were coming once again. You yelled in pleasure as she forced your legs open to stop you from suffocating her, she didnât stop though, letting you finish out your high.
Once you came down, she kissed her way up to your mouth, âyou taste soâŚâ she thought about it, âdelicious,â and kissed your mouth. You could taste yourself against her but you didnât mind. She was right, she was doing everything better than he was.
âI think youâre ready to turn it up a notch, yeah?â she said as she slinked off of you and went to the closet.
You covered your eyes with your hands trying to think of what she meant. You couldnât believe you were here with her of all people. THE Rhea Ripley, pleasing you, making you feel safe, giving you everything you need and more. You were afraid you were in love with her.
The door clicked open, âClose your eyes,â she said before walking out.
âOkay,â your hands fully covered your eyes now as you heard her walk towards you, then felt her crawl onto the bed above you once more.
âDonât peek,â she said as she felt you up once more, running her hands over your hot skin. She slid them up your torso and to your breasts, gently running her thumb over your nipples. Your back arched into her touch. She maneuvered herself between your legs, âsuch a pretty sight.â
Another shockwave went through your body as you heard those words, you didnât know you liked praise until this moment.
âYou liked that, huh?â
âMhmm,â you tried to remove your hands.
âNuh uh, I said no peeking,â she started to draw small circles on your clit again with her thumb, âyouâve been such a good girlâŚâ
You whimpered into her touch, arching your back a bit.
âBut Iâd like to see you,â her tone became harsh, âbe a slut,â and she pressed harder into you.
âFuck,â you whined.
âGood to know you liked that too,â her fingers danced at your entrance before easily pushing inside of you.
You slammed your hands onto the bed gripping onto the sheets as you arched your back, âFUCK,â you screamed.
She slowly pumped her fingers in and out of you holding one of your thighs open. She kept her steady pace watching you squirm at her touch. You didnât dare open your eyes but you could feel her staring.
âYouâre doing so well for me,â she purred.
You moaned at her praise, hearing her deep chuckle in response. She picked up her pace gradually until she was satisfied, and stayed like that for a few minutes.
As more whines fell out of you, you barely noticed her moving into a different position on top of you until she pulled her fingers out, âLook,â was all she said.
So you fluttered your eyes open, âholy fuck,â you breathed as you watched her suck her fingers clean. But what really caught your eye was what she was wearing: a strap.
âDonât worry, you can take it, easy,â as she lined it up with your dripping entrance. But first she picked up your legs and folded you in half, âYou ready princess?â
âFuck yes,â you groaned.
She smiled as she guided it into you slowly, letting you get used to it.
âYessss godâŚHoly fuck,â you moaned when she started to slowly pump in and out of you.
âYou okay?â she reassured.
âNever better,â you choked out.
âThought so,â she smirked. Quickly picking up the pace, âBet he never made you feel this good, huh?â
âN-never,â your eyes were in the back of your head.
She was now plunging into you at an ungodly pace, âtoo bad he never got to see how good of a slut you are.â
The praise mixed with degradation was driving you insane, and she was right. He never treated you this well and you loved every second of it and she could tell too. Your tits were bouncing, your eyes were rolled and your legs were shaking. She was hitting you just right, âOh god, Rhea!â you whined.
She loved hearing you say her name. She was enjoying the view as much as you were enjoying her. The bed began to squeak as she pounded into you. One of her hands snuck its way around your legs and to your neck, gently squeezing around it. Your hand gripped her wrist as you smiled devilishly at her.
âBe a good girl and cum for me, princess,â she huffed.
âGoâŚfaster,â you choked out.
âSuch a fucking whore,â she barked, but she grabbed your calves with either hand and pushed your legs father down, completely folding you in half. She took a deep breath and began to pound into you so hard and so fast that you lost your breath.
âYES,â you screamed and after a few more seconds, âFU-U-U-UCKK!!â and you came again. But that didnât slow her down.
She kept her insane pace, âCâmon babyâŚone more,â she demanded, âI know you got it in you.â
Whimpering at every push into you, it didnât take long to the pressure to rise again, âOH FUCK, YESSâŚGOD, RHEA,â and once again, you came but this time your whole body shook and your legs fell weak under her.
She finally slowed her pace and gently pulled out of you. Your body fell limp as she slid off of you smiling and breathing heavily.
You caught your breath, âfour times,â you rested your hands on your forehead, âfourâŚtimes.â
âI never break my promises.â
#rhea ripley#wwe#rhea ripley x reader#i need her in ways that are concerning to the feminist movement
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Hey sorry Iâm the Liu Kang requester that accidentally put you through a tone of pain (sorry bout that)
Gimme angst of him seeing the woman he loves dying and getting reincarnated over and over again and no matter what she keeps dying in his arms by unnatural causes. This is his last time, his final try to save her. Will he save her? Or will she die again?
Firstly, no need to apologize lol. Iâm just brain empty 6/7 days of the week. Funny enough, once you sent this I got more ideas for Liu Kang so weâll see more of him once I finish all my requests. Secondly, I really like this prompt. I really like this trope in general. But I feel like I wrote it so badđ. I donât feel like I did it justice. As I was writing it I was like âthe hoes not gon like this. Why is my brain buns?â. So, apologies in advance-
When Liu Kang returned with Raiden after speaking to the Elder Gods, the last thing he expected was to see a blood bath caused by Sindel.Â
Bodies laid on the floor perfectly still. It was like someone laid a bunch of mannequins down and dressed them up to look exactly like the kombatants he cared for, and honestly if this was all just some cruel joke and everyone stood up and laughed, he would've breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe the anger would kick in later, but he'd sigh and say how happy he was to see everyone still alive.Â
The only body that moved was yours.Â
Your legs moved very slightly and your voice was so quiet, he was sure he wouldn't have been able to hear it if he wasn't silenced by shock.Â
He ran over to you and crouched by your side, âyou are alrightâ he tried to offer both of you some sort of hope even if he knew it was not true. In reality you looked terrible. There was a deep slash that went from the side of your neck and diagonal down your body. Blood covered your clothes and soaked the floor beneath you and in all honesty, he had no idea how you were still alive. Perhaps it had something to do with the theory about animals. He wasn't calling you an animal and he didn't see you as a pet, but there was a theory that pets waited for their owner to return to them before they died instead of dying on their own. No one knew why. For comfort in their final moments? To say goodbye? For one last moment together? It was a question that would never get an answer and Liu Kang wondered if that theory went for friends and lovers as well.Â
âDon't speak. Preserve your strength. We'll find you helpâ. Your hand went up to caress his face and Liu Kang leaned into it, his face memorizing how your fingers felt against him. He wanted to have hope. You were strong enough to raise your hand to him so surely you'd be ok if they got you medical attention.Â
That hope was snipped from him within seconds.Â
As quickly as your hand raised, it fell back to the floor and your body went limp. That was it. There was no inspiration speech you gave before you died or some emotional moment he'd see in the plays he watched. It was over as soon as it started.Â
Your death upset him, yes. What really pushed him over the edge though is that his trip to the Elder Gods meant nothing. Shao Khan got closer and closer to invading Earthrealm and the Elder Gods refused to intervene. Their absence should've meant something. He should've came back with good news, but instead he came back with no answers, no help, no idea what to do next and hardly any friends left.Â
Your death plus the others is what ultimately led him to going against Raiden and his own untimely death. Â
In one universe, that was it. His pain was over. Liu Kang died, Earthrealm was invaded and Shao Khan killed everyone else. It's not what he wanted but being dead meant no more sorrow. Your bloody body was no longer imprinted in his mind and he would never touch his own face while imagining it was your hand again.Â
That's what happened in that timeline.Â
In another timeline, things were different, yet you still fell victim to a brutal fate.Â
The past and present merged for reasons unknown. You, Liu Kang and Kung Lao were sent to the Academy to make sure your enemies would not reach the Grotto. After dealing with traps, Scorpion and a Revenant Jade, he could feel how tense you were.Â
âYou are silentâ he stated, âit is not like you to be so silentâ
âIt's nothingâ. You responded too quickly, but Liu Kang knew you. Sure, you could be quiet at times but completely silent? Your face bunched together? Fingers tapping against your leg as you walk? It wasn't ânothingâ and he was sure he knew what you were thinking. It was something both you and Kung Lao seemed to think. Kung Lao had just been the only one to voice his concerns.Â
âThey were mistakes-â
âHow many mistakes can one person make?â You interrupted, âhow many lives can be lost because of 'mistakesâ? Raiden seems to make constant mistakes that hurt everyone around him, yet he escapesâ. He understood your frustration. After all, he was told Raiden murders him himself, but was it murder if it was an accident? Could any of this be pinned on Raiden, the man he worships and respects?
No. This wasn't on him. Everyone made mistakes and some of your deaths weren't on Raiden at all. Some of you made your own stupid choices that led to your death. His version of Raiden would never do something so foul to any of his followers on purpose.Â
Liu Kang grabbed your hand -ignored Kung Lao's immature disgusted noises- and stopped the both of you from walking any further. âYou can't lose faith in Lord Raidenâ, you went to protest but he stopped you âif you want to blame him, then you have to blame me as wellâ.Â
You looked even more displeased than before, like he had said something treacherous. Was it though? Liu Kang didn't blame Raiden when it came to all of your deaths. He blamed himself. He's Earthrealm's champion, the chosen one if you will, and he couldn't save anyone? Wasn't that the point of him? To save everyone and give everyone a sense of hope?Â
Then his mind went to his Revenant self. In this timeline he saw his friends slaughtered like pigs and lived with this guilt, even if it was only for a short while. And now they were all revenants and Liu Kang couldn't help but wonder if this twisted version of himself still carried that guilt or did he see it as a blessing now?Â
Your fingers touching his cheek brought him back to reality, but that calming feeling only lasted so long. He didn't know how to describe it or why he was feeling this way, but he felt this tenseness all over his body like something terrible was going to happen.Â
âWhy would I blame you for my death?â
That tense feeling became worse and he couldn't help but look around as he spoke, âI accompanied Lord Raiden to speak with the Elder Gods. If I had been there, then perhapsâŚâ he didn't have to finish for you to understand. You snapped your fingers in front of his face and drew his attention back to you,Â
âI don't blame you for my deathâ
âAnd I don't blame you either. How sweetâ Kung Lao said impatiently, sarcasm seeping through his words. âNow can we keep walking?â. He supposed he was right, even if he hated it. Before he started walking again, you placed a kiss on his cheek and Kung Lao once again voiced his disgust with sarcasm, âcan I give you a kiss too?â.Â
âSomething you wish to tell us, Kung Lao?â You joked and if it wasn't for the danger you three were in, he'd say he was really enjoying the quality time you three were spending together.Â
Kung Lao went to respond, but was interrupted when a figure came into view. A man with brown skin and these weird cracks that made him seem like he had been broken and put together multiple times and golden clothing. He was tampering with something he should not have been and Liu Kang knew he was in for another fight.Â
âIs there any point to us asking you to put those back?â he asked.Â
The male hardly regarded him and responded with âthey said you'd comeâ.Â
âWho said?â.Â
An eerily familiar voice spoke out from the darkness, âwho do you think Kung Lao?â.Â
Bright red eyes.Â
That's the first thing he saw.Â
Three pairs of these eyes lit up in the darkness, and the only time Liu Kang was able to focus on anything other than that, is when they all came fully into view. They were you, but a twisted version. The versions of you that were corrupted and no longer cared for Earthrealm, but about what they could gain and destroy. Your revenants. That feeling of dread got stronger and he put his body in front of yours like a shield.Â
Revenant him spoke next, âwelcome to your future. Courtesy of Raidenâ.Â
âOur future may be tragic, but it's not Lord Raiden's fault. You've all been warped by Shinnock's evilâ.Â
âRaidenâs continued ignorance gets others killedâ revenant you said, âhow many times can he excuse deaths by saying they're mistakes? While he consulted with the Elder Gods, Sindel wiped us outâ.Â
âShao Kahn snapped my neck in the arenaâ revenant Kung Lao said. âRaiden saw it coming, and did nothing!â.Â
âI would have defeated Shao Kahn, but Raiden wanted the glory. His lightning cut me downâ
âNo!â Liu Kang exclaimed, âI don't believe that!â.Â
âOne day Raiden will betray you. Then you'll believeâ.Â
What happened next is something Liu Kang has tried on numerous occasions to forget. It's why he tries to stay busy. As long as he's busy and his mind is preoccupied, his mind will hopefully not replay the events that happened.Â
âIt happened so fastâ is clichè to say. He knew this, but it genuinely went by so fast. One moment he was fighting against himself, and the next everything went wrong.Â
That sense of dread and fear got worse and worse and it wasn't for Kung Lao. He worried about him the normal amount you'd worry about your friend in kombat. All these feelings were about you. He had been so distracted and constantly looking over his shoulders at you, that he hadn't realized how desperate the revenants had gotten for a win. They were losing and they had to do something about that.Â
Liu Kang didn't see âKung Laoâ take off his hat and throw it at him. All he remembers is seeing you run at him, colliding with the floor after you kicked him away, and the hat decapitating you.Â
It was one of those moments where everything seemed to stop. In reality, he only stared at you for a few seconds. In his mind it felt as though he stared at your limp frame for hours before the blood pooling out of your neck was too much for him and he had to look away.Â
He had failed⌠again.Â
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It seemed as though the Elder Gods enjoyed laughing at his torment because they gave him what could be his final chance.Â
âAre you upset with me?â Liu Kang asked. Not too long ago he was forced to reveal the truth about the past timelines and the danger you were all in and since then you kept quiet and to yourself. He wouldn't blame you for being upset, but he really hoped you weren't. Confused or shocked, yeah. Just not upset.Â
âI'm just thinking about our plan against Quan Chi and Shang Tsungâ you answered quietly. He hated you weren't looking at him and for the first time ever he wished he had the power to read minds instead of fire. Maybe that was a blessing though. Your thoughts could possibly destroy him.Â
âBut that is not allâ he challenged. âTell meâ.Â
âIs that an order from my creator?â
He frowned and although he wanted to touch you, he kept his distance. âIt is a request from your lover and friendâ. You turned to face him and thankfully, you didn't seem upset. He expected something worse, like you yelling and looking at him and horror but instead you just looked lost. That was the best way he could describe it.Â
âI'm sorry, that's not fair to youâ.Â
âYou don't have to apologize to me. Just please, tell me what you are thinkingâ. You sighed and after what seemed like some debating, you stepped closer to him and grabbed his hand and the beating in his chest slowed.Â
âWere we lovers in the past timeline?â, he nodded and he had a feeling he knew where this was going. âWe are replacements for what you lost and that means-â
âNoâ he said louder than he planned to.Â
âThe memories you have with me aren't actually with me. I'm not the actual person you're in love with. You want me because you want herâ
âYou're wrongâ his voice came out stern and his eyebrows lowered, âthe reason I am yours is because I adore everything about you. I brought you back because I valued who you are as a person, but I was not drawn to you because of who you wereâ. He brought your hand to his cheek, the feeling being familiar in a painful yet comforting way. âI see you for you, and our memories are ours to makeâ.Â
You smiled at him and instead of feeling relief, a familiar feeling of dread creeped up on him.Â
No⌠no this wouldn't happen again. It couldn't.Â
His calm facade slipped and the pain of the memory showed on his face. He tried to cover it up, but he was too slow. âMemories?â, you asked. He nodded. âWhat happened to us in the past timeline?â.Â
He shook his head, wanting the memories to go away. âA story for another timeâ he replied grimly and stepped away from you. As bad as it sounded, Liu Kang didn't want to love you. He wanted to bring everyone back, including you, but he wanted nothing to do with you romantically. A mentor type of relationship would hopefully make the possibility of losing you hurt less, but fate brought you back together again. When fate brought you together, it always seems to cut you down. Two steps forward and three steps back.Â
âI don't know if this will help, but if something terrible happened to me⌠I don't blame you. None of us blame you for any of our untimely deathsâ
âI don't blame you for my deathâ
That was the last thing you said to him.Â
Your words were so similar yet different, and that uneasy feeling got stronger.Â
âPerhaps it would be best if you stayed behindâ he tried to say as calmly as he could. Maybe this was the wrong decision, but he didn't wanna scare you and telling you about your untimely deaths in both timelines seemed like the wrong idea.Â
âWhat?â You asked confused, âwe need all hands on deck. I'll be fineâ.Â
âYou can help in your own wayâ
âHow?â. He hadn't thought of a task or an excuse to use and as he tried to rack his brain for an answer, you spoke again âfor your sake I can stay right on your tail. You'll always know I'm right there but LiuâŚâ your hand found his again, âover worrying only leads to bad things. Remember thatâ.Â
What he felt next was weird. He considered your words and as he did so, that feeling of dread started to slip away. He didn't understand why and he didn't realize what the best course of action was until it was too late.Â
You accompanied him and many others to stop Shang Tsung and Quan Chi and that went as well as anyone with his luck could expect. He had found out Shang Tsung from the original timeline was still alive and actively trying to destroy his era of peace, and then to make matters worse, an evil Raiden and Sindel made their appearance. Raiden was simple but being there and watching Sindel challenge them all gave him memories he didn't even have.Â
He wondered if this is what happened to the past version of you. He wondered how different it was. He knew Sindel killed you and other kombatants. Is this how it happened? His attention went to you and that feeling of dread got stronger and stronger.Â
This was it. This is when it'd happen.Â
He stayed close to you the entire time and since he was so distracted, Sindel took the opportunity to use her hair to grab both your ankles and knock you both down.Â
Liu Kang saw you try to get up to assist Sindel with her evil counterpart, and he gripped your ankle and pulled you towards him.Â
âWhat are you doing?!â he saw how angry you were and he hated it, but he'd hate you dying even more. He kept a grip on you, so concerned with keeping you down, that he stopped paying attention to Sindel. He was only alerted to what had happened when he heard Kitana and Mileena scream.Â
Sindel had been fatally wounded.Â
Guilt pushed down on his shoulders and he let you go. Why couldn't he do both? Protect you and save Sindel? Then he felt even more guilty because he let out a sigh of relief when he realized that he broke the cycle. He won!Â
He won.Â
He won?
Why did that feeling of dread get stronger?
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The feeling of dread and death got so strong, his shoulders actually felt weight on them. It felt like multiple people were pushing his shoulders down, while he tried his best to stand up.Â
One last battle was left and he knew you absolutely could not go. This timeline must've been different. It made sense. The first one Sindel killed you, the second one revenant Kung Lao killed you. It must be the battle that kills you in this timeline.Â
He couldn't let that happen.Â
âYou've gone mad if you think I'll stay here!â You weren't exactly taking his command the best, but he knew this was for the better. This battle had to be what would kill you. You had to stay far away and locked away.Â
âI realize now what I must do to save you. You have to stay here until the battle is over. You'll be safeâ. He tried to stay calm, hoping it'd ease your mood but it seemed to do the opposite. You weren't known to be angry, so seeing you look so bitter and hateful made his heart ache but he knew he was making the right decision.Â
âYou're insane. I have to helpâ you tried to walk away but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him harder than he meant to.Â
âNo! Do as I sayâ he meant for it to come out commanding, but there was an edge of pleading. âHave faith in meâ.Â
âFaith?â You gawked, âfaith? In you? What about you having faith in me?!â You yanked your wrist away from him and rubbed it. âI could've helped Sindel and saved her life, but you kept me down!â
âSindel would have killed you! Forgive me if I can't allow thatâ
âSo my life is more special than everyone else's? You let everyone fight, get hurt and die but somehow I'm more special? Do you not see how twisted that is?â. He didn't wanna think about it that way. He felt awful after Sindel's death, but he would've been paralyzed if it was you instead. It made him feel guilty, as if he personally killed Sindel himself. It wasn't like that though! You wouldn't have stood a chance! Why couldn't you see that?
âYou never let me do anything. I love you, but you suffocate me! I can't be more than two steps away from you without there being a problemâ. He was protecting you like he knew he had to.Â
âI worry-â
âYou worry too much! What good comes from being paranoid? I've said it before. Only bad things happen when you over worryâ. You tried to walk away again and he grabbed your wrist again.Â
âI can't let you fight with us!â
âWhy can't I be your champion?!â You shouted. âWhy Raiden instead of me?!â
âHe won-â
âHe won a mini tournament you didn't even let me participate in, even after I asked you to!â. You were right. He remembers you begging for days, but he always said no. He made the excuse that you were better by his side and for immediate support but in reality, you in Mortal Kombat was a risk he didn't want to take.Â
You did something he didn't expect next. You pulled out the amulet Raiden was supposed to have, out of your pocket. âThis should be mineâ.Â
âHow do you have that?â
âRaiden is easy to steal from. I don't know how he's survived this longâ you said dismissively. He didn't like it. That amulet gave you more confidence and he couldn't afford that. You'd understand why he was so protective once the fight was over.Â
âIt doesn't belong to you for a reason. You're not Earthrealm's champion for a reason. You can't fight in this war for a reasonâ
âYou want to lock me up like I'm your enemy! Like I'm a prisoner! I'm not Bi-Han!â
âYou are not a prisoner. You're protectedâ
You let out a frustrated sigh and took a moment to collect your thoughts. âI'll return this, but when are you gonna realize the only way we're gonna work is if you let me out this cage you built?â. The sudden softness of your words took him by surprise and his grip loosened enough so you could slip your wrist out.Â
You walked away and the further you got, the more that pressure eased up on his shoulders. It didn't make sense. Why was that feeling changing now when you were leaving him? You weren't supposed to leave! You were supposed to stay here, safe and sound and wait for him to come back to you!
His mind was moving fast and without truly thinking, he shot fire in front of you. âStop!â
He regretted it immediately. You had no warning and as the fireball passed you, it burnt one of your hands badly. You screamed and held your hand with your other, trying to soothe a wound he knew wouldn't stop aching that fast.Â
His heart sunk and he froze. To say he felt awful would be an understatement. He wasn't quite sure how to place it, but âbadâ or âawfulâ weren't the right words. He never meant to actually harm you. It was the last thing he wanted to do.Â
Feelings of dread reached an all time high when you turned around, a mix of hurt and rage on your face. âYou'd hurt me to make me stay?! Enough of your madness! If I have to fight you, then so be it!â.Â
He felt the same feeling he had when he watched you die. Everything was so fast, yet slow at the same time.Â
You pulled out the amulet and lightning flew. Liu Kang shot fire at it and that's when he realized his mistake.Â
A reaction happened and since the lighting was attached to the amulet, all that power surged back at you, throwing you back and severely burning you.Â
âBy the gods! No!â he shouted and ran towards your body, which seized before going limp.Â
No. This was not meant to happen.Â
This isn't what he wanted.Â
He held your now bloody and burnt form, hoping that someone you'd make a recovery. He wanted to scream and burn everything down to the ground. How did he manage to fail again?!
âForgive meâŚâ he muttered.Â
You said nothing in return.Â
As he sat there in complete silence, the smell of burnt flesh filling his nose and tears falling down his face, he thought back to your words from before.Â
âOver worrying only leads to bad things. Remember thatâ.Â
âYou worry too much! What good comes from being paranoid? I've said it before. Only bad things happen when you over worryâ.
That's when it hit him.Â
Your death to Sindel may have not been his fault, but him carrying the guilt of your death plus others clouded his judgment. He refused to listen to reason. He attacked Raiden and he was killed because of it.Â
He was so focused and worried about you during your battle against the revenants, that he became sloppy. If he was focused, he would've noticed Kung Lao throwing his hat at him. He would've reacted in time. You wouldn't have had to kick him away and you wouldn't have died.Â
If he let you go, you could've helped and saved Sindel.Â
If he let you join the final battle instead of being paranoid, he wouldn't have accidentally harmed you and you wouldn't have attacked him. He wouldn't have had to fight back and you wouldn't have died.Â
If he wasn't so paranoid to begin with, you wouldn't have been as frustrated and maybe you would've actually stayed behind.Â
How did he not see it before? He gave up his power as a Titan, fearing he'd go insane like Kronika, but in his own way he had done the same thing. His need to protect became over worrying and that became paranoia and he allowed it to destroy himself and worst of all, he allowed it to destroy you and your relationship.Â
The crushing feeling getting lighter when you talked about him letting you go, or you walking away, was because that's what he was supposed to do. There was nothing wrong with protecting, but his paranoia led to your downfall more than once. Maybe there were even more timelines that ended in your death or both of your deaths.Â
The more he understood, the more his chest burned and the louder his sobs got. How could he have been so blind? How many times had he failed? Why did the Elder Gods punish him instead of the actual evil people in the world? He wasn't perfect by any means, but where was this sort of punishment for people like Shao? Or Shang Tsung? Or Quan Chi? Or anyone else who had wickedness in their heart and fed off chaos and strife? Why did he have to suffer such a cruel fate over and over again?
Maybe if he could somehow get his powers back or see if Geras could reverse time or erase this timeline and start again, he could do better.Â
He could erase all he did wrong. He could keep his era of peace. He could save everyone. He could save you.Â
All he needed was one more chance.Â
Although I think this is buns, the readerâs death mimicking Liu Kangâs death in MK9 eats down
#mk1#mk1 2023#mortal kombat 1#liu kang x reader#liu kang x you#liu kang mk1#liu kang#liu kang angst#liu kang x y/n#mk1 angst#mk1 oneshot#Liu Kang oneshot
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caught (nanami x reader)
hello! this is a continuation of my latest post of nanami x reader, sadly because of my studies, i couldn't post a lot and the draft of this fic got delete :( anyways hope you enjoy it!
⢠btw, i got this idea from @queen-quintonz who said that would like to see this scenario! so here it is! ⥠(sorry for the late delay lol)
you and nanami have been dating for a while, specifically three months, and it has been the cutest three months you have been because of your spring lover era, but also the most difficult.
you wanted to keep your life private, nanami wanted to keep his life private, so both of you decide to not show too much pda in school or in public areas, instead in his or your dorm.
but because of how weird it would look a guy going to a girl's dorm, or a girl going to a guy's dorm, both of you also decided to keep the high school's forest your place. the forest was big so much that not everyone would look both of you making out or cuddling.
you and nanami wanted privacy and intimacy, only that, but it looks that even in the forest you couldn't get that...
the first time you got caught, it was when haibara was looking for nanami to give him back the 110 yen nanami once gave him so he could get a soda. haibara went into nanami's dorm but he wasn't there, so he decided to get a walk until nanami returned.
haibara then found himself in the forest and he got attracted by some voices, when he got near, he found you and your boyfriend cuddling and giggling. haibara stared in awe and gasped when you and nanami kissed. then haibara appeared out of nowhere scaring both of you.
'OMG! YOU TWO ARE SO CUTE! YOU REALLY MAKE A GREAT COUPLE! CAN I GET AN INVITATION TO THE WEDDIN-'
haibara got cut in mid of sentence by a punch that nanami gave him in the stomach ending in haibara being tracked down, nanami said he got scared and didn't know who was, and also because of the annoying screaming. as an apology, nanami asked haibara to keep the 110 yen which haibara accepted, and also taking him with shoko. you talked seriously with nanami that day.
'nami, first of all, you really need to control your anger issues- you just can't punch anyone just like that! specially to your best friend! i understand you got scared but still. and also, we need to be careful if someone is near of us, so we can avoid that conflict again'
your 'nami' accepts and he started to be more relaxed than before (i hc that he was aggresive) but also to be more careful with you if someone see.
again, not everything went well... nanami was decoring your hair with some little flowers he saw and he was dying of how cute you were, so he decides to some pictures of you with a camera he brought, all the photos well went, you looked beautiful until a white-haired appeared in the pictures.
'oi, suguru, look at the lovebirds! they aren't cute?'
you and your boyfriend scoffed at that and geto told gojo to be more polite with the couple since love is something everybody needs.
gojo made an 'eh?' sound and answer in a very sour mood 'love? important you said? what are you? a philosopher?'
geto gave him a dirty look and a lecture on how to be more educated toward people meanwhile he was getting ready for the 'satosugu fight of the week'.
fastly, you and your boyfriend ran away from the scene before director yaga or someone else see, you don't want to get caught with the rat from shrek and his moralist boyfriend.
another failed date in the forest but you got flowers and hey! gojo and geto got grounded for their mischief. but now, you and your boyfriend are the ones who are grounded.
you don't know how it happened and it was embarrassing. just in the time when you and nanami were making out, it was the time were your professor caught you. you didn't see anyone or listen to something! well, you did listen to something just someone clearing his throat, and when you broke the kiss, your dear professor was there.
besides a punishment, you got a lecture in his office about 'couples in high school', 'teenage pregnancy', and 'toxic relationships', and all your classmates got their ears in the door.
'haibara get off!' shoko said
'no! you are the one who need to get off!' gojo answer her
'satoru shut the fuck up!' geto scolded
'ouch! my hair!' haibara whines
by luck for them, they didn't get caught but did hear the reason for the punishment. and before the door went open, the gossipers disappeared and acted as normal.
so, now, you and your boyfriend are taking care of the forest because 'as you like to go so much to go there you need to take care of'.
even though it was nice and you were not alone because of your sweet boyfriend who you can give a kiss when you wanted to, but sadly yaga was watching.
everyone made fun of you and your boyfriend, and that is the reason why the gossipers who were in the door are now helping.
omg this was fun to write even though it was difficult to illustrate a long thought into words :'(
#jjk#nanami kento#nanami kento x reader#nanami x reader#emo nanami#jjk nanami#jujutsu kaisen#nanami fluff#nanami headcanons#haibara yu#gojo satoru#geto suguru#satosugu#shoko ieiri#jjk fanfic#jjk x reader
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hi yall!!! I am so glad you're enjoying the blurbs, so I figured I'd make a separate masterlist for them!! I try and tag anything relating to this au with #teacher au! so you can search that on my blog for any content of these two idiots <3
original full fic- here
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â General fluff blurbs
blurb 1- matty is late to pick Annie up from school, but you're there to keep her company
blurb 2- matty comes into school on career day to play some music for the kids, and maybe to see you...
blurb 3- it's parents evening and matty comes in to see you, and talk about his daughter
blurb 4- its the yearly nativity play, and little Annie has a starring role
blurb 5- it's Annie's birthday, and matty brings in cake for the whole class. Maybe he ends up staying a while.
blurb 6- trick or treating together on Halloween and getting mistaken for a couple.
blurb 7- pre teacher reader, new dad matty has a screaming baby and no clue how to make it better. that is until he discovers the magic of a baby wrap...
blurb 8- two possible scenarios for the first "I love you"
blurb 9- you surprise matty front row at a show
blurb 10- going to a theme park once you and matty get together
blurb 11- (not really a blurb more just a passing thought lol) Annie losing her first tooth
blurb 12- another "I love you" for the first time scenario, if it was said during a fight/apology. Annie breaks her arm, and matty is a dickhead about it lol
blurb 13- short thoughts about matty dad dancing at a school Christmas dance.
blurb 14- not really a blurb but some slutty thoughts lol
blurb 15- Annie doing ross' hair
blurb 16- running into matty at a coffee shop and meeting george
blurb 17- Annie calling you mum for the first time (older teenage annie)
blurb 18- Annie calling you mum for the first time (young annie)
blurb 19- baby Annie is ill for the first time, and matty has no idea what to do. cue a panicked call to Adam and 4 grown men worried about a baby with a cold
blurb 20- Annie finds out about you and matty, and not in the way you hoped.
blurb 21- telling matty you're pregnant, with the help of new big sister Annie :)
blurb 22- you are sick and trying to ignore it, but matty becomes a nurse very quickly and refuses to let you just sit and rot lol
blurb 23- what matty is like during your early pregnancy
blurb 24- (short) Christmas with your family vs Matty's.
blurb 25- girls night out ends up with you getting a lip tattoo for matty, and he loves it
blurb 26- Annie decides its time to trial haircuts in her spare time, and matty is her first victim.
blurb 27- Annie is performing in a talent show, and everyone comes to watch.
blurb 28- Annie meeting her baby brother for the first time
blurb 29- small thoughts about Matty's reaction to Annie dating.
blurb 30- radom thoughts about matty comforting teacher reader after a hard week.
blurb 31- pregnant teacher reader and her mourning Matty's curls: :(
blurb 32- Annie gets her first boyfriend, who just so happens to be George's nephew. and they were doing a great job keeping it secret, until now
blurb 33- short thoughts about Annie's first award show :)
blurb 34- valentines crafts with Annie for matty pre-dating, and all the yearning that entails lol
blurb 35- first time going out as a family after you and matty have officially gotten together!
blurb 36- jealous matty after you see someone you used to go to uni with at a bar. He's definitely hitting on you, and matty is not happy.
blurb 37- a little explanation on Annie's mum and what their relationship is like!
blurb 38- first fight after you've gotten together and your first time trying to build something together.
blurb 39- your parents meeting Annie and matty for the first time.
blurb 40- mayhem, matty, and annie come home covered in mud after a walk, and the three of you are left with the job of bathing mayhem...
blurb 41- matty is home from tour, baby healy is born, and annie is beyond ready for her whole family to be in one place. matty makes snoopy pancakes for a the peanuts obsessed Annie as a celebration of his return <3
blurb 42- not a proper blurb, but just little thoughts about teacher girlie and dlid!!
blurb 43- not a proper blurb again, but just brief thoughts on celebrating your 1 year anniversary :)
blurb 44- baby healy smiles for the first time, and it's all because of a new 75 track
â 18 + blurbs
blurb 1- matty tries on your labcoat, and you can't help but feel slightly embarrassed about how attractive you find it - matty takes advantage, obviously.
blurb 2- soft gentle sex with matty after you've had a long week.
blurb 3- pulling matty straight off stage after that grab he did...
blurb 4- morning oral w/matty and holding his hand as he's between your legs <3
blurb 5- matty gets angry on the phone and it's hot, so he decides to make you tell him what made you feel like this and make you feel good
â kink concepts
(I asked people to send a kink and I gave my thoughts on how each au would feel about them. explained more here!! also features pornstar au, so scroll down for teacher au thoughts <3)
thoughts on roleplay
thoughts on shibari
thoughts on temperature play
thoughts on somno
thoughts on cum play
thoughts on dacryphillia
thoughts on choking
#i hope this is easier to navigate/is better than before lol#i am planning on never shutting up about these guys hence the masterlist#matty healy fanfic#matty healy x reader#teacher reader x dilf matty <333#teacher au!
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