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Weight talk tw I guess idk how to describe the post sorry im a little high
Itâs so weird being around people who talk about weight problems (IOP) and like idk it brings up weird shit in my brain almost anxiety that I should feel bad about myself somehow like Iâm doing this wrong being confident idk. Weird self doubt thing that happens when youâve loved yourself (hmm. Rephrase. I donât care about being fat. letâs say that.) and then youâre in a room full of people having a group discussion about how they avoid living their life in happy ways because they donât want to become like you. But you love yourself. But everyone in your life since you were little has been dieting and talking about weight and specific numbers (someone was anxious about gaining seven pounds! SEVEN. If they saw my scale they would shit themselves. I put on seven pounds taking a big bong rip Jesus fucking Christ seven pounds. I wanted to rip my hair out.)
Next time weight issues come up in IOP Iâm stepping out of the room. Like idk how to explain it cause itâs like not a trigger but I guess it is ? But itâs just so weird like the way Iâm triggered makes me want to cry why does the world hate me for being fat what the fuck !!!!
#me when I gain weight issues through thinking about my own body in a group setting#ughhh#whatever fuck it#taking an anxiety med chavas at work Leviâs on a train (EXCITED!!!!) Iâm gonna take my little sedative friend and try to take a nap bc six#and a half hours after the last two days Iâve had is fucking nothing. going to nap city will fix me.#also taking my morning med. I havenât done that yet I need to eat *stares into camera* to take my meds gahhhh I hate having a human form an#intestines just take the med with one cracker and not get sick what the fuck body Iâm so sick of heart burn I want to burn down the world#and now that Iâve had a med increase I get fucking withdrawal symptoms if I miss a morning dose which I found out bc I left my meds at home#accidentally on Monday when I was so overtired and forgot to put them back in my bag for IOP (cause they have food at IOP so I take them#there once Iâve eaten) and then I had a headache for like half of the day and I was so overtired I was crying on the drive home cause I#wanted to sleep so bad and then I got home and my brain wouldnât shut the fuck up even on the sleep meds until I talked to kath and she#calmed me down just existing the little sweetheart god I love her okay anyways babble over Iâm very overtired and a little cranky and my#brother has been in a very bitchy mood recently idk whatâs got him on edge but everything is setting him off into little fights like not#just with me he was fighting with mom this morning heâs just kick to getting worked up recently which leads to me being angry wanting to be#rude which means do the opposite which means show extra compassion woohoo coping skills đŁď¸đŁď¸#anyways. post panic attack sedative nap (my beloved) or perhaps work on editing my vlog#Iâm high â I forgot you canât hit comma on tags. edit my vlog. vacuum. (I always spell vacuum with two câs and not two uâs and I think#autocorrect should not correct me on that one bc I think I am right in my soul idk why#thereâs another word Iâm like that with but I forget what it is . okay bye thank you for listening to my type words goodbye goodnight mwah#itâs ânap time babyyyyyy#idk if I have to trigger tag this ? someone let me know if I do please
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*Crawls towards you* GH Verse winter theme...Up....It's late, but it's here....Planned to have it up for the winter solstice BUT Sitting poses are my Nemesis and also I had to design the outfits.
#Spent nearly 16 hours on this...My soul has left my body.#Anyways...Goodbye 2023!#And Happy New Years all!#Blog update#Winter theme#*Cries knowing Anna's Birthday and the project's 10 year anniversary are two weeks away*
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COMING DOWN !
â bunched up, sweet little whimpers, he always gets so sensitive under your touch feat. choso kamo
WARNINGS. femreader (she/her) x goodguy!cho :3 mentions of violence/death, sub cho, dom reader, overstimulation, begging, blowjob, premature ejaculation ;( crying + 1.2k wc note. iâm so insane abt choso itâs actually scary, heâs all i think about. tysm for all the support on my first post. love u all! feedback + reblogs are appreciated! also art by @/swag_yay on x. ty again & enjoyyy ᥣđŠ
choso hated missions with a passion that pierced his very soul.
his cursed energy manipulation and combat skills are unrivaled, making him crucial to a missionâs success, but the relentless nature of them drained him beyond wordsâ both mentally and physically.
they feel so repetitive: eliminate curses, protect civilians, prevent damage. eliminate curses, eliminate curses, eliminate.
he has always been driven by a deep desire to protect everyone he could, especially those who were unable to do so themselves, but the constant cycle of violence and death confused himâwrestling with self-doubt, doing mental gymnastics, trying to justify his actions. the cognitive strain became a heavy burden that compounded during missions, further exhausting him like heavy buckets of water dousing an already flickering flame.
and after meeting you â his sweet, sweet girl â his hatred for missions only grew.
the ache of missing you constantly gnawed at him. your homey scent. your taste still fresh on his tongue, preventing him from concentrating because, in his mind, heâs still tangled in your sheets, stealing sweet kisses that linger on his lips long after theyâve left yours.
when out scouting, he would catch glimpses of couples hand in hand in the streets sporting deep smiles, making his stomach twistâ his brows pinching together, deepening the ridge between them.
his sole solace was the thought of returning home to his pretty girl once everything was overâ it pushes him to keep going, to keep fighting, even avoiding shoko because he preferred your clumsy little hands to patch him up.
finally done with his latest three-week mission â a seeming eternity away from you â he was being driven to your place, to you, home.
head lolling back against the car seat, he spreads his legs wider, rolling his hips to adjust himself, before sinking, letting the leather seat swallow him whole. he tilts his head to the side, deep purple irises flickering, to watch the familiar sceneryâ large leafy trees crowding the darkening highway under evening skies.
after he waved his goodbyes, giving thanks to his driver, he stumbled up to the door, his fingers fumbling awkwardly with the keys underneath the dim light of the porch. on the other side, the distinct sound of the lock clicking open causes you to bolt up, rushing to greet him.
he pushes it open and there you are. looking up at him with that big smile he adores so much lighting your faceâ pretty eyes sparkling with relief. you squeal and fling your arms around him without hesitation and he does the same, burying his face into the side of your neck, feeling your hair brush against him, inhaling deeply.
you always smelled so goodâ a blend of your natural scent and hints of vanilla from your body wash. heâs been craving that scent for so long, growing dizzy now that it finally embraces him, his body falling limp, so weak in your smaller arms.
you pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, fingers gently tracing the smooth lines on his faceâ lines that seemed deeper since youâd last seen him.
âi missed you so muchâ you hummed faintly as he cupped your face, nuzzling your warm cheeks against his rough hands.
âi missed you so much moreâ
he leaned down to find your lips. they felt so much softer than he remembered. kissing you deeply, his calloused hand cradling the back of your neck, drawing you closer into the warmth of his embrace.
and when you moan against himâ oh, it sounds so sweet, the blood rushing to his cock so quickly. next thing he knows, heâs rutting against your thigh, pressing against you so, so desperately, almost mounting you.
âwhatâs wrong cho?â a soft whine escapes him at the sudden loss of contact, âtell me, baby, use your wordsâ
âiâm sorry,â he breathes, a pretty blush crawling up his neck, âjust missed you so muchâ got excitedâ
âi know, my pretty boy, but âm here now, okay? let me take care of you. i know you missed it.â you take his hand, drawing him to your room as he follows obediently, shutting the door behind him, âdid you touch yourself without me?â
he shakes his head, his fluffy hair cascading down to rest on his shoulders. âyou .. you told me not noâ
âgood boyâ
you push against his shoulders, gently guiding him to sit on the bed, his breath hitching so sweetly watching you lift yourself to straddle his waist. connecting your lips once more, hips grinding against him so slowlyâ rocking back and forth. his mouth now tinted pink and tenderly swollen from your ardent kisses, you move down to his neck planting a trail of light ones along the sensitive skin, each touch eliciting subtle little quivers and soft exhales. his fists bunch up the sheets, heâ
âsorrysorrysorryâ he babbles breathlesslyâ endlessly, his pants turning damp, material darkening as his cock twitches and pulses so cutely, cum drooling out his sensitive slit, âjust feel so good against me. been so long. couldnât even touch myself when you sent those pictures. itâs so sensitiveâ
âshhhh âs okay, cho.â a finger pressed against his poutâ pushing its way in for him to suckle on warmly before you slide down to your knees. trailing your hands down his thighs, tugging on the hem of his pants, âiâll clean you upâ
heâs still so hardâ his tip blushing, crying white cream, and when you take him in your hands, his hips jerk up for youâ body still coming down from his high and youâre already taking him in your mouth, cruelly, licking fat stripes up his twitchy length.
âfuck âs too much baby, i just- wai, wait, please.â heâs pawing at you, pushing against your head, but he sounds too cute, crying and whimpering around you for you to stopâ looks too cute with the prettiest pink blush shrouding his body from the tips of his heated ears to his curled toes.
you gargle and gag around his cockâ exaggerating the sounds because you know it drives him insane. he loves when you get so nasty and messy for him, foamy spit bubbling around where his cock plugs your mouth up. your hands move to cup his warm balls, caressing and squeezing gently, coaxing him to cum for you again.
âah f- baby, iâm so fuckingâ please. wanna cum forâ you. gonna be so good, gonnaââ
he cums salty, thick stripes straight down your warm throat with a whine so pretty you wish it was recorded so you could play it over and over and over.
and heâs cryingâ itâs too much, feels too good â sweetly hiccuping, sniffing as he hides his face behind his hands. such a pretty boy. heâs growing limp in your mouth and you pull off with a whine before kissing up his shaky legs.
âdid so good for me, cho, missed having you like thisâ lightly moving his hands to pet at his damp cheeks, watching keenly how he leans into your touch, wiping pretty doll-like tears with your thumbs.
knowing that he has you to take such good care of him once heâs home will forever ease his mind while heâs away, a comforting thought that lingers like a soft embrace, even in your absence.
#á°.á â soâs diary#choso smut#choso x reader smut#jjk smut#jjk x reader smut#choso x reader#jjk x reader#choso x you#jjk x you#choso x y/n#jjk x y/n#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen#choso kamo
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It wouldâve been you
Pairing- Bob Floyd x female reader
Summary- youâd finally admitted your feelings to Bob, the only problem? He doesnât remember any of it, and now heâs got a new girlfriend.
Warnings- angst, a little bit of smut, Bob being a dummy, reader also being a dummy.
A/N- Hey babies! Letâs celebrate me finally getting back to the states with a new fic I wrote (one of three) on my 14 hour flight last night, not beta read, fuck it we ball. đđ
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Bobâs new girlfriend was awful.
No really she was. Natasha had been sending you emails for weeks about how bad things had become, and until youâd stepped back on shore you had scarcely believed it yourself.
It had been twelve weeks since you left for your special detachment. Twelve weeks since you drunkenly fell into bed with your best friend Robert Floyd.
Youâd had a party at you and your roommate Natashaâs, sort of a âgood luck hope you donât dieâ drunk fest as your front seater Jake Seresin liked to call it. Too many drinks were had and inhibitions were pretty much non existent by the end of the night, Bob offering to help you clean up which resulted in drunken confessions of love and hands roaming bodies until the early morning hours.
It has been perfect, messy, but perfect. Youâd scarcely hoped he felt the same and had been holding a candle for him for an embarrassingly long time. When you woke that morning you were in a lavender haze of ooey gooey feels, sneaking out of your room to shower and pack your things as you thought about what might be in the future for the two of you when you made it back from the mission.
But when Bob woke up with the hangover of the century and didnât remember a single bit of the night before? Everything went to shit. You were too embarrassed to tell him the truth, if he didnât remember then maybe it didnât mean what you thought it had meant, and maybe he hadnât been ready to cross that line with you after all. So you bottled it all up, pushing forward with the mission and kept contact to a minimum. He never said it but he knew something was off, you never missed an email when he wrote and lately youâd all but ignored him entirely.
About 6 weeks into your deployment, Nat hit you with a bomb you never expected- Bob had started seeing someone. You let it all out in your bunk, cried until your tears could have floated the carrier you were on and then some. You should have said something, you knew that now, and it was too little too late.
When you made it back Nat was bursting at the seams to give you all the gossip, you werenât ready to hear it but she was quite literally bouncing on her toes to give you the tea so you settled in after a shower and let her blab.
âSheâs awful y/n!!! Some wannabe instagram influencer who is on her phone constantly and oh my god she is rude!! She puts on this sweet little angel vibe for Bob but as soon as he leaves the room sheâs like Cruella de Vil with blonde hair. Iâm totally convinced she only wants to be with him for the military girlfriend vibes, she posts all these pictures of them together and tags them with little stupid hashtags about how sheâs a military girlfriend and blah blah blah.â She says with a scowl as she pretends to fake wretch and you donât know whether to laugh or cry. âIs he happy with her?â You ask quietly, too afraid to look in her eyes, sheâs too perceptive for her own good though; sheâs known something changed between the two of you but hadnât been able to place it.
âHonestly? He looks miserable, he hasnât seemed like himself since you blew out of the house the morning of your deployment without so much as a goodbye. I donât know what happened and I wonât ask, but I think you two need to talk. He misses you.â She took your hand in hers and gave you a kind smile, she was a bulldog in her field but she was the kindest soul youâd ever met. âI miss him too Natty, I really do.â
Bob had really liked Lauren in the beginning, she seemed like such a sweet girl, her socials full of pictures of her rescuing dogs and going on adventures, he could really see a future for them. But then she started only wanting to hang out when he was at the bar with his navy friends, always on her phone posting pictures of him in uniform, and bragging on her tiktok about being a Navy pilotâs girlfriend when that wasnât even really what he did and she never seemed to listen enough to actually care about getting to know him for who he was. It had become exhausting, and he couldnât talk to the person he wanted to the most because it felt like youâd completely ghosted him over the past few weeks. Bob was at a loss, he didnât know what had changed between the two of you but as soon as Natasha announced to the group chat everyone was going to dinner to celebrate you and Hangman making it home he only had one thing on his mind- corner you and find out what the hell heâd done to piss you off.
When he got to the Hard Deck that night everyone was already in full party mode, drinks and pizzas littered the back wall of the bar as everyone danced along to Roosterâs rendition of âBenny and the Jetsâ on the piano, you perched right by his side singing the harmony and bursting into giggles as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. You were breathtaking, you always had been to Bob but heâd never had the courage to tell you how he felt, always burying it when the feelings bubbled up in his chest. He was glad he hadnât brought Lauren with him, he couldnât clear the air between the two of you with her around, and honestly he was still wondering if he even wanted to continue a relationship with her in the first place. He would unpack all of that later, the song had ended and youâd noticed he was staring at you, your skin flushing bright red at his gaze.
You knew heâd be here, but even after weeks away you werenât sure you were ready to face him. Did he remember what happened? Did it change anything? It certainly had to you, how could it not? Youâd admitted your deepest feelings for him and then had the best sex of your life, only for him to completely forget it ever happened. It was devastating, but there wasnât any way to avoid him so better to just rip the bandaid off now and get it over with. You sat your empty beer down on a nearby table and made your way to where he was perched at the bar, ginger ale and peanuts occupying his hands as he looked you over with a nervous smile.
âHey.â Oh god really? Hey? Thatâs all you could come up with? You cringed internally at the waver in your tone, you can be held responsible for millions of dollars of military tech but Bob Floyd is somehow the Achilles heel in your confidence? Jesus.
âHiâ he said softly and smiled back at you, âweâve missed you around here, you didnât answer any of my letters and I was starting to get worried about ya.â He fiddled with the top of the plastic cup holding the peanuts and tried to look anywhere but in your eyes, this was already the most awkward conversation heâd ever had and that was saying something for him.
âLook, Bob I donât want to prolong this but I get it ok? We all do stupid things when weâre drunk and I wonât hold it against you. I heard you have a new girlfriend and Iâll respect that, I justâŚI need some time. I meant every word of what I said to you that night and if you just said it back to be kind-â
âWhoa hold on a minute, what are you talking about honey?â He thrust a hand out to catch yours and watched horror cross your face, what the hell had he done?!
âOh-oh my god. You still donât remember. Fuck, I- Iâm sorry Bob I canât do this right now.â You all but ran from him towards the back door and out into the night, you were fairly certain you were going to throw up or pass out. Maybe both.
Bobâs head was swimming, he stood up to follow you and had a moment flash behind his eyes. You beneath him, arms around his neck as the two of you ground into each other in your bed. Heâd thought that had been a dreamâŚit had beenâŚright? The more he tried to think of it the more the memories came back, watching you come undone beneath him as you cried out your love for him, his hands tangled in your hair as he made the same confession. Natasha came up behind his rigid form to press a hand to his shoulder and he jerked back with a gasp, deep blue eyes wild and filled with panic. âHey, whoah! Easy Bob, whatâs going on?â She put both hands on his biceps as if to steady him but it couldnât stop the room from spinning.
I-Iâve gotta get outta here Phoenix, did you see where y/n went? I royally screwed things up I have to see if I can fix it before itâs too late.â
She pointed towards the back door and he was bolting for it before she could say anything else, he couldnât believe how much of a fool heâd been.
You were crouched in the sand a hundred feet or so from the bar, gasping in deep breaths as tears clouded your vision, head in your hands and body shaking. You should have just said something the morning after it happened, why didnât you just tell him then? He still didnât remember and if he didnât remember then it mustâve not meant anything to him, now he was with someone else and your chance had all but evaporated. Had you completely lost him now? You didnât know if you could bear not having him in your life, even if he wasnât in love with you, losing your closest friend would be too much to bear.
âY/n?â You heard him say softly behind you, he had always had an uncanny ability to sneak up on people and you supposed you shouldâve known heâd come. He was the kindest person you knew, even if something made him uncomfortable he still worried about others. Selfless.
You swiped the tears away as best as you could before you stood and looked at him but it was no use, the second you locked eyes the tears were back.
âRobby, fuck Iâm so sorry. I shouldâve brought it up the morning after it happened but I-â
âI didnât remember. And you thought it best to leave it be.â
âY-yesâ you said shakily, and you saw anger flash across his handsome features, a look you werenât used to seeing from your beloved WSO.
âDamnit y/n! All that time wasted! If-if Iâdâve just known-â he was shaking his head in frustration and you realized with a shock that he may not have remembered- but he meant what he said.
âWait- wait, are you saying you meant it?â You said with a whisper, Bob looking at you incredulously like youâd grown three heads or something ridiculous.
âIs that what youâre worried about? That I didnât⌠Jesus of course I meant it! How could I not? I think Iâve been in love with you since the day I met you and I feel cheated now! Iâve had you in my arms, kissed you, made love to you and I donât remember it, but the worst part is knowing that you kept this from me. We couldâve been together this whole time! Iâve been pissing my time away with a girl who couldnât give a rats ass about me and youâve been right here all along.â
You were so sure heâd said it in a drunken mistake, braced for the worst that it wasnât registering that he was telling you everything you wanted to hear, tears still spilling from your eyes as you blinked up at him, and a sound of frustration escaped his mouth as he yanked you into his arms, pressing kisses to your forehead and cheeks, and you melted into him as it finally settled in that this was real.
He took your face in his hands as he tipped your head up to look at him, swiping the tears away with his thumbs while you tried to bring yourself back down from the meltdown.
âDamnit girl itâs always been you, I donât know how you couldâve thought otherwise.â
You laughed out at your stupidity and leaned up into him as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.
âNow listen, I want to do this right, so before I let myself drown in you like I want I have something I need to do. Stay right here, wait for me.â He kissed you again and released you, already missing his warmth you let out a whine.
He chuckled and swiped a loose curl behind your ear, âin order to make love to you like I want, I have to speak to Lauren. I want a clean slate for us baby, give me a few minutes and I promise after this Iâm yours until youâre sick of me.â
âNever gonna happenâ you said with a grin and he mirrored you with a brilliant smile of his own.
He had a renewed confidence he hadnât felt in months as he made his way back inside to get his phone, passing Hangman by the dart board with his arm braced against the wall and a very familiar blonde haired woman shamelessly flirting with him.
Doing a double take he confirmed with a laugh that is was in fact his girlfriend trying to shoot her shot with Jake Seresin and oddly enough it didnât even surprise him.
âHey Seresin, glad to see your back.â He said with a smack on the golden haired aviators back, Jake cocking his head to the side with a smirk.
âBaby on Board! Good to see ya, glad to be back home. This is- uhh Iâm sorry sugar I donât know that I got your nameâ he said gesturing towards the girl and she looked at Bob like a deer in headlights.
âLauren, her name is Lauren. By the way, whatever was going on with you and me? Itâs over sweet pea. I think you two will be very happy together, you like TikTok right Hangman? Sheâs real big into all that influencer shit. Anyways, you two have a good night, Iâve got somewhere else to be.â He said as he walked off winking at Natasha as she cackled from her perch near the group.
He bounded out into the sand to find you right where he let you, lighter than air as he looped an arm around your waist and pulled you in to kiss you like heâd wanted. You gasped into his mouth as he nipped at your bottom lip and slid his tongue into your mouth to taste you. It was perfect, all your little sweet noises as you grasped at his collar and rubbed your body against his.
âRobbyâ you gasped out as his lips drifted down your jaw and to your neck and he felt lightheaded over all of it. âWhatâs on your mind babyâ he said as he smiled against your skin and you shivered in his arms. âTake me home? I think- I think we need a do over. Want you so bad.â He couldnât think of anything better, tossing you over his shoulders as you shrieked and giggled he carried you to the parking lot and placed you gently in the passenger seat of his old beat up truck.
âLetâs get you home sugar, weâve got a lot of time to make up for, hope you werenât planning on sleepinâ tonight, I donât know that Iâll be able to keep my hands to myself.â
You all but crawled into his lap in the bench seat as you ran your hands through his sandy blonde hair,
âI love you. Donât you dare keep your hands to yourself, want you to love on me until we canât move anymore, take me home and make me yours.â
And he did. Six months later when he put a ring on your finger it was a surprise to absolutely no one, heâd always pick on you for hiding the truth and youâd never let him live it down that he had forgotten making love to you in the first place. It seemed so silly now looking back on it, knowing you two were meant to be. Heâd always been the one, and now he always would be.
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đˇď¸ tagging people who might be interested- @attapullman @bobfloydsbabe @bobgasm @roosterforme @seitmai @jessicab1991 @sebsxphia @fandom-princess-forevermore @nerdgirljen @lenafromthenordiccoven @sio-ina-bottle @sunsetsimpsblog @auroralightsthesky
If I missed anyone Iâm sorry Iâm running on three hours of sleep đ
#top gun maverick#bob floyd#top gun maverick fanfiction#robert floyd#robert bob floyd#robert floyd x reader#robert floyd x you#bob floyd x reader#bob floyd smut
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I recently decided to add an Asgore to my AU because I think he's a really interesting and deep character that kiiiind'a gets clowned on a lot.. <XD I wanted to do him justice by bringing out what I like most about his character and overall vibe :}}
This was originally going to be in a post with like 6 other drawings. But I was so proud of how it came out that I wanted to post it by itself. :}}}}
His temporary lore/backstory is after the keep reading! :D
Asgore's story is a bit vague.. but I'm thinking he's in a similar situation to River Person and Grillby. He cant go back to his AU and is full of grief about it..
I know his AU wont be like classic Undertale. Maybe in his AU they were sent underground much later? Or not at all? Chara and Asriel could be older.. who knows. But I'm thinking that at some point.. while being married to Toriel and having both Chara and Asriel, he had to go to war.
He told his wife and kids that he loved them very much. He said goodbye to them and went to war.. In which he was later killed.. Somehow Jevil and his gang passing through, ripped his soul out of his AU and into the multiverse. In doing this his crown was left behind and he was prevented from fully turning into dust somehow..
If he were to return to his AU, he would just continue turning into dust and die. So he cannot return.
Now unlike Grillby or River Person, Asgore is able to cope with this situation a bit better than them.
He was able to say goodbye to his family before he died. And the last thing he said to them was that he loved them. He died protecting his people, and his sacrifice in battle is ultimately what led to their victory. His family will be full of grief, but they have his crown to remember him by. And Toriel is a very strong woman. He has no doubt that she has enough love in her soul for the both of them. And will raise their kids into strong and mature individuals without his help.
He is still grieving the fact that he will never see his family again, of course. But knowing that his family is still alive and will continue to thrive and live despite his absence.. its comforting really.
Asgore is now permamntly in a state of dusting, but not really..? He is made of dust but he is still very powerful. It doesn't seem like him dusting has effected his magic too much.. he's not really sure <XD
Since he no longer has his crown, he has blatantly just said "I am no king, not anymore." He now kind'a acts as the groups body guard. Also unlike Grillby, he is thankful that Jevil saved him. If Jevil hadn't accidentally interfered, Asgore would have just died anyway and never knew if his family was safe or if they had won the battle or not.
I have other ideas of Asgore being this really tender character, and devoting himself to protecting his "new family". I imagined him helping Grillby move on and cope with his grief.. and if he can still heal monsters/darkners.. I imagine him healing Seam and Spamton to ease them of their pain.. Even if its only temporarily relief. I like to think that he is this rock that the others can lean on.
All in all, this Asgore is a pretty neat dude. He's their friend now, they're having soft tacos later! :}
#undertale#deltarune#asgore#goner kid#I remember dreading drawing Asgore because he was so difficult to draw#now BAM look at me a few months later#no practice before hand and I'm so proud of it I gave it its own post#les GOOOOO positivity#Improvement breathing living thriving gorlâ¨
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GrievingSukuna! HEADCANONS
Summary: You passed away from an incurable illness that plagued you almost your entire life, and even as his favorite concubine, his most cherished, hell his only one left since he had disposed of the rest. The one thing he liked, that her genuinely cherished was now withering away in his arms.
â Warningâ Minors dni, mentions of death, Sadness, idk what else to put.
GrievingSukuna! Who has never once said "I love you" to anyone not even you. The thought of those words ever leaving his lips made him want to gag except right those words meant everything.
GrievingSukuna! Who listened to your frail voice reassure him that your time spent with him was a joyous one, and that your were just another concubine, that he shouldn't mourn the life of someone who was merely brought to his temple over a year ago for his enjoyment alone.
GrievingSukuna! Who silenced you with the most tender, loving, heart stopping kiss to ever grace your soft yet dry lips as he just could not bare to hear another word. You chipped away of his walls, held his cold heart in your warm hand, and yet you had the nerve to utter nonsense? You had become his pride, the air he breathes, almost his wife, and possibly the barrer of his supposed heir.
GrievingSukuna! Who listened to you final goodbye to him after one last kiss to which he finally spoke those three words...
"Oh, Lord Ryomen, Serving you was..was the best thing that life could have ever given me. Every moment I spent serving you.. I spent without regret, my only regret now is being too weak to serve you any longer. What kind of concubine am I? Heh, forgive me..please forgive me, I- I-..."
You had spent all your energy speaking this blasphemy to him. If he could he would have scolded you right then and there, but there was no time that. All he could was catch your fallen hand that reached for him in an attempt to hold him one more time. You didn't have enough energy left to finish your sentence yet he finished it for you in those last moments he uttered for the first and final time.
"I Love You, (Y/N)... You foolish woman."
He said it, he finally said it, those words from him you would carry into the afterlife with you, A tear fell from your beautiful (E/C) eyes. But these words were only meant for your ears, not even his servant that stood outside his chambers could hear him whispering those three words into your delicate ears.
GrievingSukuna! Who's world came crashing down once your chest rose and fell taking your last breath. Oh the heinous things he would do, the sacrifices he would make, the blood he would give to just hear your sweet voice once more. This hurt him, this pain.. It petrified him, it was like no pain he had ever felt before.
GrievingSukuna! Who after hours of holding your cold corpse, finally allowed his servents to come in and ready you for burial. His face was unreadable to them, but on the inside he was ready to explode with rage, he was ready to curse the heavens and hell for taking what was his away.
GrievingSukuna! Who stayed locked away in his chambers for the next few days leading up to your burial. Oh how you wounded him worse than any man or woman ever could. This wound wasn't something he could just easily no, no, this wound would forever be etched into his mind, body, and soul for as long as he lived.
GrievingSukuna! Who's face remained unreadable during the ceremony, you had no family to join him, just his loyal servents who had grew quite fond of you once upon a time.
GrievingSukuna! Who quickly storm away once your casket was lowered into the ground, he felt his eyes were burning... What was this? Tears!? Never in the beginning of time would Sukuna ever shed a pathetic tear, but he heart could not deny the human emotions that came with once being human. He wouldn't dare let anyone see such an ugly sight, him experiencing sadness.
GrievingSukuna! Who's sadness was quickly replaced with pure, unadulterated rage, every village in 100...No a thousand mile radius was fucked. If he couldn't have the one thing he cherished more than anything in the world then why should everyone else?
GrievingSukuna! Who would go days without returning to his temple until he's had his fill of bloodshed, maybe this was his new found way of coping with the loss of his concubine?
GrievingSukuna! After days of slaughter he would return home to your grave absolutely drenched from head to toe in the blood of the innocent and lay at your grave.
GrievingSukuna! Who would stay at you grave for hours, cursing you to the heavens for leaving him in disarray, for not ripping his heart out his chest to take with you so he wouldn't have to FEEL this pain any longer.
GrievingSukuna! Who would soon slaughter all that were loyal to him as he would rather live in solitude, then to be reminded that he has no one to share the servitude of his people with. Sukuna would rather be alone than to enjoy the finer things without you by his side.
#jujutsu kaisen#jujustsu kaisen x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna#sukuna x you#sukuna fluff#jjk fanfic#jjk drabbles#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#sukuna angst
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Saving Ace (Ace x F!reader)
I live and breathe comfort first, especially for Ace D portgas; my baby. Thank you for this idea! Thank you, @captainportgasdace
T.W: Blood, scars
"Ya! Why do you keep running into the wilds like you have seven souls and end up hurting yourself. You always show up covered in cuts and bruises, Ace! Do you fight wild animals out there?" Your little bow still not fixed and still in your school uniform both you and Ace sat in front of your house as you were cleaning his cuts. You're both ten and nine years old. This was supposed to be the first day of school, but of course, Ace didn't show interest in being part of it. "I don't mind getting hurt because I know you will always take care of them afterwards." Pinching your cheeks with his other hand, he chuckled. You rolled your eyes before slapping his hand away from your cheeks. Getting up, you looked at him half mad, "I'm not always gonna be there to save you when you're hurt." You heard him laugh as you walked inside the house.
A painful yelp that left your lips after you hit the ground hard, arm half burnt from the Akainu fist, and both Luffy and Ace not far from where you fell. Immediately, you noticed Luffy fell unconscious in front of you to his side, bleeding everywhere. "Lu-luffy, n-no, please g-get up!" Your voice shaking as you pleaded. Turning to your other side for Ace was painful. The fist caused you too much damage in the arm that you could feel it burning and numb at the same time. Hold on to the ground you tried hard to slide towards Ace, unable to move one of your legs, hardly breathing and chocking on your own blood. You held Ace's hand, "A-A-Ace, g-get up! ACE!"
The others were quick to distract Akainu from the three of you as if suddenly you three weren't there. You saw Junpei rushing to take Luffy away, and you took a breath of relief, but still, this wasn't over, Ace was right there and hurt. A painful scream left your lips as you sat up and grabbed Ace to stand still, avoiding every muscles of your telling you to just fall because that first few steps were killing you, "A-Ace d-don't die o-on me, plea-AHHH," you almost dropped Ace when you felt the burning pain in your arm again. Seeing the heart pirate crew was a relief because you've met Law before, and you knew he was there on your side. "I-" unable to speak anymore, you cried, terrified that you're unable to let out a sound from how much you were in pain. If it wasn't for Marco to bring you and Ace on the heart pirate submarine; not once you let go of Ace even when Marco let you down and left before saying something that you couldn't hear because of how loud your ears were ringing. Everything seemed blurry even when Law reached to hold you up from your head bent position, still holding Ace and murmuring for him to wake up. Vision barely clear you spoke to Law, "P-please save him, you-you have to save him. Lu-luffy h-has no-fami- Save A-Ace." You were shaking badly, not sure if Law can even hear your voice or it's just in your mind that you're speaking when in reality you're unable to speak. Immediately, Law's crew gathered around you to take Ace, and you finally let go, watching them disappear inside the submarine while Law supported you to stand still. You gasped before reaching further and away from Law's grip, only to fall on your knees and scream in pain. "You're hurt! Let me help you," you shook your head, and Law didn't let go but turned you towards him, "you need to let me help you. I will not let Ace or Luffy die, but I will also not let you die." You blinked at him, finally feeling the blood deipping down your eyes; ironically, you couldn't remember hitting your head that hard that you were bleeding from every part of your body. "Ace." Was the last thing you whispered before falling unconscious in Law's arms.
"I'm leaving. Aren't gonna say goodbye?" Ace giggled, waving for you.
"ACE!" You screamed, reaching your hand as you woke up. You were breathing heavily with the oxygen mask on and bandages all over you. The door opened, and Bepo entered with a stock of bandages but gasped when he saw you sitting on the bed, "You're awake. How are you feeling? Does it hurt anywhere? Are you hungry? Do you wan-"
"A-ace and Luffy. Are they oka-"
You didn't get the finish your question when Luffy entered the room with a huge smile and a bandage on his head, "Ah! You're awake!" He cheerful spoke and your eyes widened before pulling away all the machines hooked on you before running into Luffy's arms, it was then when you finally realised how badly you were hurt because you could feel every muscle hurting. You cried in Luffy's arms, hugging him tight, "You're okay. Oh, I'm so glad to see you, Luffy. You're okay? Of course you are. I was so scared Luffy, you were hurt and weren't moving. I was so so scared." He nuzzled his head on your shoulder, "I'm fine tra-guy fixed me up, heheheh. He's a really good doctor." You chuckled at how Luffy said Law's name before pulling away and nodding, "where's Ace? Is he on the deck? He should be out of the sun -" You saw the look of Luffy's face changed as his smile dropped.
Your heart dropped when you entered the room, Law was standing next to the machine that was hooked on Ace's body. You gasped, feeling tears filling your eyes as you rushed to his side. Your sweet Ace looked beyond hurt, lay on the bed unconscious. His skip pale and huge bandage around his chest, placing a gentle hand almost hovering over where he was hurt, you cried before Law spoke, "he's fine now, give him time to recover. But it will take him time to wake up. Just be patient." You lifted your head and stood up, bowing to Law, avoiding the pain in your side as you spoke, "I'll forever be in your debts for saving my boy. Thank you for saving Luffy and Ace-"
Law rushed to make you stand still, making sure to be gentle with his grip on your hand, "Don't bow like this. You're still hurt. And it's my job. there's no need to thank me at all." Your lips quivered, and you nodded, trying hard to hold yourself before Law placed one of his hands on your head, "are you feeling any pain?" You lied, shaking your head, and Law only nodded, fully aware that you indeed were lying to him, but he also knew you're saying that to stay here with Ace, "But you need to rest. Come on, Bepo, you too, Luffy. I need to run a few tests for you." Law dragged both Bepo and Luffy out of the room to give you privacy. You sat on the chair beside the bed, leaning your head next to his, and gently caressed his face, "Ace, can you hear me? Please wake up, I miss you, I miss your voice. Please, wake up. Recover fast, humm?" You kissed his forehead over and over.
The next few days felt too long, but you simply stayed by Ace's side, not leaving him alone. Luffy would stay with you by Ace only to be dragged out by Law because he keeps talking loudly to Ace and once tried to open Ace's eyes to wake him up fast. Sometimes, you'd find Luffy sitting there silently staring at Ace with a sad face waiting for his brother to wake up. Law also had to drag you out to your room to sleep, but you'll always end up returning to Ace's room and always falling asleep on the chair with your head next Ace's. Law cringed at the uncomfortable position you were sleeping with all your injuries, "ah, what the hell," with a sigh he picked you up and laid you on the bed beside Ace and placed a blanket over you both since the bed was big enough.
You'd often fall his hands slightly move when you held them, but again, they'll not move again the same minutes, so you thought it's probably because you're imagining it. It was just another long day, and you were resting your head on the bed beside Ace, almost dozing away.
A soft hand rested on your face, and you hummed at the vivid dream. It wasn't until you were sure that you heard a breathy chuckled that your eyes shot open and you sat up looking down at Ace, "Hi, my a-angel."
You immediately started to cry hugging him you placed kissing all over his collarbone, neck, jaw and face as he smiled weakly. "Ace, A-Ace, Sweetie. My Ace." He held your face gently with both hands, "My angel, my brave girl. Gimmy a kiss," you chuckled with tears rolling down your cheeks and placed few soft kisses on his lips, trying not to hurt him. Then, he kissed your forehead as he closed his eyes, took a deep sigh, and hugged you tight as you as you cried on his chest, "A-Ace, why did you scare me like that? I thought I had lost you, I don't want you to leave me, please. I can't live without you, I need you, Luffy needs you. You scared me to death, I never want to see you in pain, never ever ever. I love you, i love you so much."
"Look at me please, I've been thinking about you, you made me live. You saved my life, I know you did." You looked at him rubbing the tears away before he held your hands chuckled, "Shh, you'll rub your eyes red like that. Don't cry." He spoke, voice tired as he whipped your tears with his thumb, "my beautiful princess. My strong, brave girl." You shook your head crying before falling on his chest, "Ace," he wrapped his arms around you. "Yes, Ace's heart. My beautiful girl, I'm here, I'm still here."
The door flung open, making you and Ace jump, "ACE!" Luffy gasped when he saw his brother rushing to hug you both down, and you laughed, "Luffy, I can't breathe." Ace groaned with a smile. While Law stood there silently and sighed; at least the three of you were alive.
Even though Ace woke up, he was still in so much pain most of the time. Law still didn't let any of you off his ship; he needed Ace to recover fully. There were nights when Ace would have nightmares, twisting and turning in the bed waking you up because of how much he was burning in pain or nightmares. He'll always find you right next to him, eyes tired but trying to calm him down from his nightmares. "Hey, it's okay. You're safe, and everyone's safe. Darling, it's okay, shhh." You hugged him, rubbing his back as he calmed down, nuzzling his head in your hair, "You're safe." He hated making you worry or stay up all night looking after him, but he was terrified to be alone, and he needed you beside him. He held your hands, kissing them over and over, "Please don't leave me." You kissed his forehead, "never, I'll never leave you." You never fell asleep before him. You'll always stay awake caressing his hair softly or cuddling him humming to him while rubbing his back where he was injured soothing his pain away in any possible way You happily stayed up all night if it meant for Ace to feel safe from his pain and nightmare. When Law finally took the bandage off his chest. Ace had to look at the scar right in the middle of his chest. He grew insecure about it because he thought you'll think about him differently. Ace who refused to wear a shirt now refused to take it off, and if he'd change, he'd leave the room. That night he was in pain again, his chest itching from pain as he increased his own temperature with his devil fruit before you woke him up soothingly hushing him while gently rubbing his arms, "you're sweating, let me help you take the shir-"
"NO!" He held the end of the shirt tightly, not looking at you as he sat.
"You're burning Ace-"
He shook his head aggressively, "Why? Do you think that low of me?" He blinked at your question about to cry, "you think I didn't notice? You hate wearing shirts, you said it's hell, especially if you sleep with a shirt on. And now you're hiding a simple scar -"
"It's not simple it's ug-"
"If you think I care about a scar of your then you'd absolutely care about this," you lifted your shirt to show him your side, left arm; covered in your injuries scars, tears streaming down his eyes as he gasped at how much you were hurt trying to save him. "No, I don't! I don't care about the scars, please come back to me." He reached for you, still unable to walk much, and you immediately hugged him crying. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, sorry. You must've been in so much pain, and it's all my fault. I didn't know I'm sorry I didn't know, why didn't you tell me? You were in pain, and you didn't tell me. I deserve all your injuries. It's my fa-"
"No, no, I will never blame you. You're my everything, Ace. I don't care how much pain I'm in because it all disappears when I see you safe and sound. I don't feel pain when you're around, I don't feel any of it when I see you sleeping comfortably. I could never blame you, I'll take your pain. If I can, I will die for you." Ace cried harder at that and he doesn't remember when was the last time he cried this much knowing how much you loved him, "I'll forever be in your debt, I owe you my life. My life, body, and soul are yours. All yours. You saved me. I love you, I love you, oh I love you so much."
That is all that took Ace to finally stop caring about that scar and return to his old self. If you thought he was clingy before, then you were wrong because he got clingier now. He got used to you taking care of him and you really didn't mind showing him the love and care, he'd refuse to accept anyone else's help and care if it's not you, even Luffy's. Sorry, Luffy.
He'd only let you tend to his wounds and injuries to the point that Law gave up and taught you how to tend to his healing injuries. Ace got more clingy asking you to hold him every chance he got because he was so used to your soft embrace and hands softly scratching his scalp, and he'll whine if you gave the same attention to Luffy; even though you saw Luffy as your little brother. Ace would absolutely not fall asleep if you're not holding him in your arms with him nuzzling his face in your neck. He will fight sleep waiting for you. And you love how clingy he got and yarns for your care. Even after Law told him that he healed out of his injuries. Ace will still look at you with puppy eyes and want his cuddles and head scratch, or you just rubbing his back. He's completely utterly in love with you, even more than he thought he was in love with you.
#ace angst#ace d portgas#one piece ace#one peice#one piece headcanons#one piece imagine#law trafalgar#trafalgar one piece#ace d portgas x reader#ace d portgas x you#ace d portgas fluff#portgas d ace#ace one piece#monkey d. luffy#one piece luffy#ace d portgas headcanons#portgas ace x reader#portgas ace x you#ace x y/n#ace x you#ace x reader
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What if instead of waking up in the mushroom body, sqq woke up in a doll.
Something something while lbh was away in the abyss, sqq without noticing offended a misterious (demonic-succubi-esque???) cultivator with a weird thing for making dolls. She had dolls all over her secret workshop that she very kindly let him into when she heard about the famous Xiu Ya sword being in the city.
What she wanted of him? Who knows, sqq couldn't bring himself to care. She probably wanted his money or try to steal his hair, the hair of those dolls seemed very much like real hair, although he had to admit the level of details on these dolls were amazing.
(she wanted to trick him into buying one of her cursed dolls and steal his life energy little by little, but got wifebeamed by widow sqq during their conversation about how talented she was to be able to make so many dolls, and without really understanding he rejected her with little to no emotion on his face)
So she cursed him, and since sqq didn't feel anything bad at the moment he thought it just didn't work and left, not sparing the curse a single thought after their encounter.
The rest of the story goes as usual, excep that after he self detonates his soul doesn't go into the mushroom body, instead it got directly into the shape of a doll in the workshop of this woman.
His first thought is thinking someone snitched the mushroom body bc wtf wasn't he supposed to wake up under the dirt??? Why this place smells slightly familiar? Like paint and humidity and floral perfumes?? and why everything looks fucking giganourmus?!?! A teapot should NOT look that big from his position....Oh no, did the mushroom body turned out as small as a squirrel? WhAT is happening?!
And then he looks at his arms and legs, and he has joints. White paper skin with joints in his wrists, elbows, torso, waist, knees, feet. And he panics, a lot.
The woman who cursed him starts monologuing about how she trapped him now, and you are mine, I made this doll specially for you master shen, this is my revenge for your insolence to leave me yada yada- Sqq stoped listening a while ago.
Somehow he manages to escape from this woman and now he is roaming around as the size of some apples. Everything is huge. Everything is dangerous, even the grasshopers! And this body is fragile! He can't feel heat nor cold, neither hunger or other things, but he is useless with no spiritual veins inside, and if someone is not looking carefully, they might crush him. And the way back to cq is gonna be a hell of a trip! But he needs airplane to fix this. He can't stay as a doll forever! He needs a mushroom body and then fly into the sunset far from this mess! AdiĂłs! Goodbye! So his new plan is to infiltrate into cang qiong, look for that rat and disappear. Sneaking into some disciple's pouch must be enough to break in.
Something something it only had passed a few months since lbh stole sqq's body and everything is still very fresh. CQ mountain is a hot mess. Sqh frankly needs to lay down and take a nap. Lqg keeps figthing with Lbh practially every day and coming back beaten bloody, he has his king pestering him and a lot of paperwork to do, Lbh is a pain in the ass, Yqy is really close to snap and start a war with HHP, and he knows nothing about his bro. So yeah. Such a great time to be alive.
The mushroom bodies should had been ready, right? He must be alright...Yeah. He has enough already to keep him busy. Cucumber bro is gonna come out and stumble across at any moment. No one would bat an eye if he takes a nap, right? He deserves it. He is overworked enough for another lifetime, his head hurts, his bones hurt everywhere, a short nap should be fine...
Until he feels something small tugging his robes and a cold tiny finger poking his eyelids. But he doesn't want to. He is very comfortable on the floor of his office. Whatever bird decided to pick a fight with his face can keep trying.
"AIRPLANE, WAKE UP, YOU HACK! I NEED YOU TO FIX THIS! WHY IS A WITCH WITH ANACHRONISTIC HAUNTED DOLLS IN THIS NOVEL? THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"
That voice. That fucking annoying voice was of just one person and one person only. He opened his eyes, looking for the source of the unmistakable voice of his No1 hater, but he came across with a pretty porcelain doll. With a very ugly sneer in it's face.
"W-Wha-?...Bro-?!"
"Fucking finally! Why are you sleeping on the floor in your ofice?! I was looking around your bedroom like an idiot! Do you know how close I was to falling from your window?!"
-TBC-
#svsss#shen qingqiu#人渣ĺć´žčŞćçłťçť#I don't have a lot about this au bc I just imagined it today#shen yuan in a doll body au#I still need to reach lbh#oh boy that is a can of worms idk if im prepared to open#so any idea of how to progress the story is welcome#since he would be still in his strongest shock and denial#what if sqh has to bring sqq along w him to hhp bc he has there all his plans and secret stuff idk#or to use any hhp treasure or smt#too many posibilites and imma sleep#wip#shang qinghua#I got this idea while watching Barbie
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What Lies In The Water
Yandere! Water deity x fem!reader
Warnings: third person point of view, self-sacrifice, non-con, willing reader(but not really), doing it on land
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The girl sheds herself of her garbs, the wind sends her slight chills down her spine yet she dips her foot in the water soon as she is bare, for the deity that curses these waters has no patience
Looking behind her one last time at her village, she lets out a small goodbye and walks slowly into the jaws of the angered spirit, an act of self sacrifice
Going deeper into the pond, her (h/c) hair flowing behind her like a veil, awaiting her fate
Then she feels it, the water current surrounds her like greedy hands, the currents course around her breasts, her thighs, areas that were most sensitive to the touch
The water slowly forms into hands, large and rough. Touching her as if examining her, sensual yet possessive. Her breath hitches when she feels what was akin to lips trail up from her back to her neck
"Mmm, what a fine compromise here, I am pleased with this gift from your people."
The girl keeps her head low, not bearing to look at the eyes she will see for the rest of her life, to the being that now possessed her body and her soul
"Let me look at you, sweeting." He whispers in her whisper as she gently grabs her chin to look at him
The gloomy grey eyes was the first thing she saw, she gasps and becomes overwhelmed at how beautiful he was
Such long platinum blonde wavy hair he had, and a regal nose to emphasize how elegant his face was. A gentle face for a cruel soul
"By the heavens above, such a pretty little thing you are. I am surprised your village let such a beautiful flower get plucked." The way his hands explore the girl's body was in contrast to how he looked at her, almost like a lover would
He did love her though
Love her like a nobleman loves his most prized possessions
Love her like a princess loves her jewelry
Love her like a King loves his power
"Tell me your name, o beloved."
She had willingly gave away her body to this deity, she was hesitant to give away her final keeping, her name. What more could he take from her before she is left with nothing? She'd rather him to call her a nickname for the rest of time if it meant he'll never know her true name
"Come now, we have all night but I truly wish do not desire to prolong our process of union."
Despite, how vague he was, she completely understood what would happen tonight, he was a man still after all. He would take her purity and ravish her until she is no more
Her name escapes her lips with a slight choke, she had nothing to lose anymore
The deity smiles fondly, content with her submission
"(Name), consort to Glyndwr for all of eternity."
Then, he leads her near the shore to her surprise, she had expected him to sink her down in the deep with him
Once reaching where the water meets the dry land, Glyndwr gently pushes her on the ground
"Relish in our consummation as this will be the last time you will ever be on land, my water lily."
Her eyes widen in horror and dread, though she still lies down, completely at the mercy of her now husband, the hellstorm of emotions happening inside her in stark difference to her compliance
She remains down where the water still touches her, yet not enough to where she would be engulfed
Glyndwr's body was in full view, pale and large. Not much muscles, yet a strong physique, he gets on his knees wrapping her legs around his waist, his cock ready to penetrate her. He caresses her thighs before reaching her plump ass. Squeezing gently at the cheek
"May the skies witness the ceremony of our love."
His hips lean back before slowly pushing forward inside her, he sighs in pleasure, she cries in pain
Once fully inside her, he lets out a groan biting at his bottom lips to prevent himself from screaming from the overblowing ecstasy
His bride beneath him shakes in discomfort, eyes becoming shiny from the tears
'It will all become bliss in no time, patience."
His hips move back and forth in a steady pace, the rhythm of his body causes the water around them to splash and ripple disorderly
If the sound of their skin crashing wasn't enough proof to her ears of forced sex, then the pain in her abdomen would be
Promised pleasure never came, only anguish and silent moans of hurting
What only came was the seed of Glyndwr coursing inside her body
"That should take, but it doesn't matter if it does not now, for we shall continue this in the depths of our home."
Picking up his motionless bride, Glyndwr sets her in his arms, slowly walking into the abyss, never again would she see the sun shine
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Regaining myself
Lando and you have been friends since you were little kids. From playing hide and seek to following him around the world, you have always been there, supporting him through his career. But lately, something has been gnawing at your heartâyour feelings for him. You donât know where you stand. Weekends spent at his house, sharing his bed, and whispering dreams and promises of a future together, blur the lines of your relationship. Yet, each time he leaves you with a goodbye kiss, those promises feel like distant echoes, especially when you're left alone with your thoughts, plagued by rumors of Lando with a new girl each week.
So here you are, dressed in one of his cardigans, dried tears on your cheeks, waiting for him to come home. The weight of your decision feels crushing, but you know itâs time to end this messâitâs breaking your heart and soul.
The silence that fills the room is shattered by Landoâs arrival. "Yeah, that's what I told her, exactly, I know," you hear him say through the phone. "Y/n? I didnât know you were coming today," he says, surprised by your presence.
"We need to talk, Lan," you quietly say, locking eyes with him.
"Sure, what do you want to talk about?" Lando asks, sitting beside you. His warm presence contrasts sharply with your cold, trembling body. "You're so cold, baby," he murmurs, sliding his hand under your sweatshirt in a familiar gesture of warmth.
"Lando, Iâm serious. We need to talk about us," you say, gesturing between you. "This, needs to stop," you add, fighting back tears.
"What? What are you talking about? I thought we were fine," Lando replies, shocked.
"Iâm so tired, Lan. Iâm tired of you always leaving, running away each time we get closer. Tired of seeing you with a different model on your arm every time you go out. And Iâm not asking you to stop any of thatâI would never make you choose. Thatâs why Iâm choosing for you. Weâre done."
As you move to leave, Landoâs arm catches yours in a tight grip. "Y/N, you donât actually know what youâre saying. You are my favorite girl. What would I do without you?" Landoâs voice is filled with despair.
In that moment, you know youâre doing the right thing. "I donât know, Lan. I guess youâll have to figure it out," you say, pulling free from his grasp. With one last look, you exit his flatâand his life.
As you step out into the night, the cool air hits your face, mingling with the warmth of your tears. Each step away from Landoâs flat feels like a step toward reclaiming yourself. The pain is sharp, but so is the clarity. You know you deserve someone who wonât make you doubt your place in their life. And as hard as it is to leave, you feel a glimmer of hope for a future where you no longer have to question where you stand.
Part 2
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5. Alone
CONTENT WARNING: This ficlet includes themes of self harm and contains some heavy sexual content and themes.
The void called.
Lena heard its siren song for hours, even before she left the lab. She was sick, belly sick, soul sick. Running on fumes, running on whiskey for breakfast and rage. Sheâd been awake thirty six hours, fumbling with the Myriad module as she plumbed its secrets. Hiding within the alien metal bauble was what she wanted most, a world without deception, without pain, without crime or loss or hate or fear. No more wars, no more muggings, and no more lies.
Soon she could look Kara in the eyes and scream. Look what I did! Look at my work! I fixed the world, not you! No more crimes to stop, Supergirl. The world doesnât need you anymore. I donât need you anymore.
(but could she still say that in a world without lies?)
Lena stumbled into her apartment, head filled with dark thoughts, hateful thoughts, unwanted thoughts. Non Nocere would free her from them. No more pining for soft touches or stolen glances, no more dreams of feeling fingers slipping through silken sunny hair. No more waking up riding her own hand thinking about back muscles flexing or protective hands cupping her thighs.
No more more dreams of sunrise companions. She could rip it all out of herself and at last be alone.
Lena wasnât going to look at the picture. She wasnât, she wasnât! Her hands betrayed her, her addled mind loosened by alcohol and sleep deprivation. She should have flung the fucking thing out the window but every time she tried her hand rebelled and she ended up clutching the shattered glass to her chest and wished she could impale herself on it.
The memory of the picture burned her. Alex had snapped it, an impromptu capture of the girls at game night. Karaâs cheek had been soft against hers and so very warm, just like her. She was soft and hard at the same time, the best hugger in the world.
Lena sobbed, because she was alone and she always would be.
It hit her all at once, crashing in from every direction. When she closed her eyes all she could see was the horror in Karaâs eyes, the terror of realization. That was what Lena wanted, right?
(It was what you wanted, you stupid bitch. Look at what you did.)
Fuck this, fuck it, fuck it all.
Lena stormed through her empty cold sterile apartment and onto the balcony. Grabbing a chair as makeshift stairs, she stepped up and onto the rail. Had to do it now. Had to.
Only to two people has she ever mattered. One slipped beneath the waves and left her and the other, she locked in a cage and robbed. She couldnât save her mother and sheâd backstabbed her best friend. It was in the blood.
Lena stepped into empty air and fell.
Below her, the street yawned wide, empty of traffic at this hour. It rocketed towards her and she had a horrific, bowel-watering realization.
The only thing in her life that could not be fixed was that she just threw herself off a goddamn building.
Lena screamed, shrieked for her life, the name tearing from the depths of her chest in a painful cry.
It didnât matter.
She fell anyway.
Then she saw it, a red and blue streak in the corner of her vision. Too close, too low.
Goodbye, Kara. Iâm sorry.
Kara flew beneath her, catching her not with her arms but her entire body, Lenaâs jaw clicking and stomach flipping at the deceleration. Too late, too late.
No.
Kara slowed their descent, too fast, sending a jolt through her. The impact came and as Lena felt the shockwave pass through her body, she knew she was dead. All she wanted to do was tell Kara she was sorry, beg her forgiveness for making her see it.
Slamming to the pavement, Kara landed on her back, cratering the asphalt. It folded up around her like petals of a strange flower and sent up a cloud of dust and debris. Her arms closed around Lena and she cried out in shock and fear.
Iâm alive, Lena thought.
Gathering Lena with her, Kara stood up and took off immediately. Lena crushed herself against Karaâs body as she lifted up, cresting above the balcony with a heavy thud of Karaâs boot heels. Kara said nothing, bearing her inside. Only then did Lenaâs feet touch the ground.
Kara was feral, blazing, holding a quaking Lena by the shoulders.
âWhat happened?â she demanded. âDid someone attack you? Thereâs no one here. What the hell happened? Lena? Lena? Say something! God damn it answer me!â
Lenaâs voice was small, broken.
âI jumped.â
Karaâs eyes went wide and her mouth fell open in almost comical surprise.
âWhy⌠no, no no no Lena please no.â
Kara lunged into a hug, almost painfully embracing her. Lenaâs walls fell, all the pain and hate shedding from her like skin from a snake. She was alive, alive and alive, and Kara was sobbing, her entire body shaking with grief and pain.
âIâm so sorry, Iâm so sorry, please Lena I please, I love you I love you I love you!â
They both went utterly still. Lena blinked a few times; the blood rushing to her skull nearly stealing her from consciousness. It was like sheâd been thrown into an ice bath.
There could be no mistaking Karaâs meaning. She didnât mean friendship love, she didnât mean side-hug brunch time love. There was a truth in her voice as potent and hot as her self-righteous arrogance and shocking, seemingly endless kindness. She meant love in the deepest sense of the word, the most raw, the most unbearable.
That was when Lena kissed her.
Kara hesitated, but something in her must have snapped because she kissed Lena so deeply, so filthily, that it was as if she meant to consume her entirely. Lena was dimly aware that property damage was happening- Kara simply tossed the entire sofa aside with a free hand as she stormed across the apartment.
She didnât pick Lena up, Lena climbed her, locking her legs around Karaâs waist, shuddering at the feeling of powerful muscles flexing against her thighs.
No words were exchanged, only kisses that bordered on violent. Kara showed no more concern for Lenaâs clothes than her decor, shredding through a designer outfit that cost as much as a car.
Only then did she stop, shocking Lena with the sudden withdrawal. Her restraint made her entire body shudder, stopping herself with same force as stopping a runaway freight train.
âDo you want this?â she panted.
Lena lunged up and grabbed the collar of her suit, yanking down. The most powerful being on Earth yielded to her without resistance.
âYes,â Lena panted.
Kara shed her suit, wriggling out of it in a sensuous display that drove Lena wild. Once she was free and they were both bare, it began.
Kara held nothing back. She used her powers. Super-speed. Vibration. Even her freeze breath. It was as if she knew exactly what Lena wanted and needed, reading her body like an open book, playing her like an instrument, and she was relentless. It was like making love to a hurricane.
Only when Lena pressed a hand to Karaâs chest did it stop. Her entire manner changed in an instant and she became soft, handling Lena like something precious and irreplaceable, attending to her every need until her head landed on the pillow and sleep took her in an irresistible wave.
When her eyes snapped open, she was sure she would be alone. It had to be a fantasy or a vivid dream, but it felt real. She was loose and pleasantly sore at the same time, and felt an odd sense of weight around her.
Tears forced themselves to her eyes. She was damned, doomed to wake up alone forever, and then Kara moved, sighing contentedly. She pulled Lena closer, into her bare breasts and the silken embrace of her unclothed skin beneath the silk sheets. Lenaâs heart almost seized.
âKara?â
âHi, baby.â
âYouâre really here?â
âYeah.â
âYou saved me.â
âI always save you.â
Lena choked back a sob and rolled over into Karaâs arms, tucked into her, and buried her face in Karaâs neck as she swept her fingers up and down Lenaâs back in a soothing gesture.
âKara, Iâm sorry,â she began.
âShhhhh,â said Kara. âI forgive you.â
âBut you canât just do that.â
âI can, and I will. Can you forgive me?â
âYes,â Lena whispered.
âGood,â said Kara. âNow I just hope Alex forgives me for plowing a fifteen foot wide crater in the street outside.â
Lena laughed through her tears, and she wasnât alone.
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here i come with arcane prompts bestie >:3
but this one might hurt ;-;
also SPOILERS FOR S1 IF ANYONE HASNT SEEN IT YET
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how about a reader's reaction to the council getting bombed O_O
their frantic attempts to find their lover(Viktor ofc :3), but who they find may not be the man they once knew TwT
I got a little carried away with this one bestie...
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I Thought You Were Dead: Viktor x Reader
Words: 3.2k
Warnings: Smut about halfway through. I put a *** before the smut starts in case anyone doesn't want to read that part. Reader has afab anatomy but no pronouns or feminine specific endearments are used. Also LORE SPOILERS, if you don't know what happens to Viktor in the League of Legends lore then don't read this!!
Author's Notes: This could be read as a part 2 to my other Viktor fic Nights Like This, which takes place in Act 1 whereas this takes place after season 1.
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The explosion was deafening.
You can feel your soul sink as soon as you step outside your house, watching the smoke surround the council building. Your feet start running before youâve processed anything, pushing through the gasping crowds in the streets with their eyes glued to the same devastating spectacle.
Tears stream down your face against the dusty wind, praying to anyone who will listen that your worst fear hasnât happened. Running as if getting there faster might change the outcome.
It canât end like this. Not when you havenât said everything you want to say. Not when you have so much left to do together.
Not when you havenât said goodbye.
The truth is, you havenât even seen your husband in several days, maybe even a whole week. Heâs been distant lately, so consumed by his experiments that he rarely comes home anymore. You knew what you were getting into marrying a scientist, especially the finest scientist in Piltover, but it still hurts. It hurts to see him driving himself mad and getting sicker, refusing to let you take care of him like he used to. He doesnât like when you come to visit him at the lab because itâs too dangerous, and he doesnât come home because he wants to be in the labâso youâve stopped trying. You canât bear to see him hardly eat or sleep for days. You know he loves you, and you still love him, but right now thereâs no getting through to him, and all you can do is wait it out until he either comes to his senses or succumbs to his torturous research.
Your mind flashes back to all the fights you had, begging him to come home, begging him to let you stay by his side. You both said things you shouldnât have, hearts torn apart in mourning of a marriage that once was so perfect. You miss the nights where you were each other's safe space, where the world didnât feel so grand and overwhelming. You wonder when it was exactly that you stopped fighting, when you gave up on begging and simply loved him as much as you could whenever you finally saw him.
A large battalion of enforcers encircle the scene, pushing back civilians as they attempt to view what happened. The rubble has fallen into mountains, several of them on fire.
You know he was in there. He mustâve been.
âWhere are the survivors?!â you demand, shoving against the enforcers.
âWe have not found any yet. Please return to your home-â
You pull out the knife you keep in your pocket for emergencies, pressing it against the enforcerâs throat, âMy husband was in there. I am not leaving until I find him.â
The other enforcers turn their weapons towards you, and you quickly realize youâll never beat them with nothing but a dagger and deep rooted rage.
You drop the knife to the ground and put your hands up, awaiting your fate. Would they kill you? Send you home with a warning? Trial you?
Well, not without a council.
âPleaseâŚâ the sobs return, their weapons still pointing at you. âI just want to know if heâs alive. Just let me look for his body-â
Youâre cut off by hands on your wrists and mouth, handcuffing you and knocking you out.
Several months later...
You shouldâve known any retaliation against an enforcer could get you thrown in here.
Back against the stone wall of your cell in Stillwater, you envision that day once again, hating yourself for being so stupid. Without the council, the enforcers have started throwing literally anyone in here. In an attempt to contain the chaos of no longer having a government, even the smallest crime or protest is equivalent to murder. All you did was threaten an officer for information on your husband, but that was enough to banish you from any possibility of ever seeing him again.
If he was alive, would he know to come find you? Or would he go back home to find you gone and assume you died? Would he throw himself back into his research regardless of the tragic accident, not even noticing you havenât tried to visit him in months?
Most days itâs easier to just tell yourself heâs dead. The man you loved so deeply no longer exists, and youâll never love again. This is your life now, cold and dark and hopeless.
You sink to the floor, leaning on your side in an effort to get some sleep.
Though your slumber is awakened not long after by terrifying noises down the hall.
A collection of screams, an alarm bell, and loud clanging fill your ears. You jump up, looking through the bars of your cell to get a glimpse. You see nothing, but then begin to hear stomping footsteps thundering towards your end of the hall.
You stumble back to the far wall, shaking as the footsteps get closer.
The first thing you see is a pair of glowing orange eyes staring at you through the bars, and your breath leaves your lungs.
Is this really how youâre fated to die?
With ease, the mysterious figure rips off the door with what looks like a mechanical arm. The dim light hits him, and your entire body trembles. Heâs covered in metal plating and armor, his face covered with a thick mask. He doesnât strike you as human, except for what looks like human hair falling around his head.
He walks towards you, and you cower in his shadow. What does this machine want from you? You have nothing.
He says your name, and you freeze. Itâs modulated and echoed from the mask, but you are certain thatâs what he said.
And youâre also certain youâve heard that voice before.
The figure reaches his hand towards you, the cold metal of his fingers touching your face. It tingles, as if thereâs energy sparking through. His other hand lifts off his mask and drops it to the floor.
âViktor?â
Parts of his face are covered with metal plating, but itâs undoubtedly him. Same eyes, same nose, same cheekbones. His hair swooping down the sides of his forehead and the small gap between his teeth.
You throw your arms around him and kiss him, your body hitting his metal torso hard enough to leave a bruise, but you donât care. You kiss him until thereâs not a single atom of oxygen left in your lungs, and even then you risk a few seconds more, his lips worthy of causing suffocation. Your fingers slide into his hair, just as soft as your remember. He gently embraces you back, wary of hurting you with how tightly he wishes to hold you.
âViktorâI went to find you that dayââ you pant for air. âI thought you were deadââ
âI know, darling, I know,â he kisses your forehead before fervently returning to your lips. âI thought you were dead too before I heard word of people being sent here.â
He breaks apart from you and you let out a soft whine, âVik-â
âI have to get you out of here now, okay?â
You nod in understanding and grab onto him as he puts his mask back on. He races back down the hall, pushing any leftover guards out of his way. You cling onto him, in disbelief that he moves so fast with ease. So many questions run through your mind, but you know youâll have to wait for answers.
He carries and holds you in silence until you both get to safety. You donât recognize the place heâs taken you to, but itâs undoubtedly his space. The tools and gadgets all over the tables and walls, the dim light you donât understand how anyone could work under, the journals with different equations written barely legibly. You wonder if your old home is still standing or has been taken by someone else. Either way, this is your home now.
With him.
He takes off his mask and youâre once again met with his beautiful face. Scarred and tired, but still more beautiful than youâve ever seen him.
âIâm so sorry. For everything,â he says. âI know I will never be able to make it up to you, and I donât deserve your forgiveness. But I am never letting you leave my sight again.â
Your bodies instinctively wrap around each-other, him picking you up and setting you down on one of his desks. The sensation is so new, since heâs never been strong enough to lift you before. Despite the novelty though, it feels as if no time has passed, as if this is a routine youâve done every day, his hands all over you as soon as youâre alone.
You want to ignore the insanity of all this, how the love of your life has returned to you encased in metal. You want to forego all the questions, letting him continue his kisses on your neck and the wandering fingers on your thigh. You wonder what he feels like nowâif itâs differentâif what he can do to you now will make you forget every tear you ever shed for him.
You sigh, completely drunk on his touches.
âViktorâŚâ You look into his eyes, tracing your thumbs along his now metallic jaw. âI want to know what happened to you. Please.â
His caresses slow, his focus shifting to your words, âI will tell you everything, I promise,â
You grasp his hands, âThen tell me.â
He exhales, looking down at himself. He doesnât want to think about it, doesnât want to acknowledge the truth. He doesnât want to risk you thinking of him differently or not loving him the same. Without you, heâd have nothing left to stay human for.
After all, heâs more machine than man now.
âI was as good as dead,â he finally says. âMy injuries shouldâve killed me, but an oldâŚâ he hesitates, â...friend found me. He helped me use hextech and shimmer to fix and augment my body. Iâm stronger now, I can help more people now, I can protect you now. Iâve evolved beyond my human ailments-â
âViktor,â you interrupt him. âWho helped you?â
He falls silent, fully aware you already know the answer.
âHow could you?â you scold him. âHow could you go back to that horrid, vile man? Who knows what he really did to you?â
âSinged may have unethical methods, but I assure you Iâd be dead right now without him. You wouldnât understand-â
âI understand that he sees you as nothing more than an experiment! Whatâs going to happen when this new body starts to break down? Heâll replace you with more mechanical parts until thereâs nothing left of you. He does anything to make his specimens survive, and you know that!â
âSo youâd rather me be dead? Youâd rather still be in Stillwater, rotting your days away in misery?â
The floodgates of your glassy eyes break, and you let out the ugliest of sobs that have been building up for too long. No, you donât want him dead, of course you donât.
But there are fates worse than death.
You clumsily grab for him, pulling him between your legs and surrounding him with your limbs. Your lips crash together once more, this time more carnal and aggressive. Regardless of how angry you are, you canât deny that you need him desperately. He cradles your face, wiping your tears away as they fall.
âJust promise meâŚâ you beg into his mouth. âPromise me you wonât go back there again. Stay with me.â
âI promise,â he hums. âBut you have to promise me something too.â
âWhat?â your eyes are already fluttering deliriously.
âYou have to promise youâll let me apologize every day of the rest of our lives,â he brushes his lips against your ear while his hands wander up your shirt, âAnd I think I know how you want me to do it.â
Your eyes widen, shivers already running down your spine.
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Itâs been so long, your body yearning for his as if youâve been deprived from him for an eternity. You want to feel his new hands everywhere, his new fingers inside youâŚ
Viktor wastes no time stripping you down, your shirt and bra flung across the room. He buries his face between your breasts for a moment before hoisting you up again, carrying you to the mattress in the corner.
âSince when do you ever have a proper place to sleep in your labs?â you laugh, sinking into the unexpected comfort.
âI didnât get it for sleeping,â he smirks, placing kisses across your chest and shoulders, âI knew what I wanted to do as soon as I rescued you.â
âYouâre telling me you got this bed just to fuck me?â
âOf course,â he shrugs, completely matter-of-factually.
You chuckle, a genuine smile stretching across your face so wide it almost hurts. You havenât laughed or felt the pure joy and bliss of being in love in so long.
âIâŚâ Viktor speaks again, hovering over you. âI donât know fully what this new body can do. I donât want to hurt you.â
âWeâll figure it out together,â you smile, intertwining your fingers with his. âIs it...different?â
âEverythingâs different,â he leans down to kiss you again. âLetâs just hope itâs in a good way.â
You nod enthusiastically, pulling him down to you. His cold metal torso presses against yours, a surprisingly pleasant sensation. You quickly acclimate to the new textures of his figure, wondering if any skin still exists.
He remembers all the places you like to be touched and kissed, and you grow more impatient by the minute. Youâve needed himâached for him. You want him in any way he can give you.
He pulls off the rest of your clothes, teasing his mechanical fingers in circles around your clit.
âAre you ready?â he asks.
âMmhmm,â you moan, slithering your own fingers into his hair.
Viktorâs always been good with his hands, being an inventor and all. Heâs never once failed to satisfy you with his hands alone since youâve been together, and he certainly wasnât stopping now. He goes slowly, constantly needing reassurance that youâre alright. Thereâs nothing sharp about his fingers, a relief to both of you. They move just like his old flesh did, pulsing in and out with the finest precision. Thereâs moments where you feel a slight vibration, although youâre unsure if heâs doing that purposefully. Either way, he keeps you in ecstasy until you eventually come undone.
You pull his lips back up to yours immediately, craving his taste. His hands run down your body once again before returning back to the same spot.
You yelp his name as he works more fingers inside you. This is unheard of, him going back for more so soon. You had grown accustomed to his low stamina from before, and you never minded multiple rounds being a rarity. But now thereâs not a single hint of exhaustion on his face, his augments freeing him from much of the pain that used to plague him. Instead thereâs determination in his eyes, a drive to make love to you until you canât take it anymore.
He builds you up to your second orgasm of the night, kissing and holding you softly as you come down from it.
âViktorâŚâ you sigh, completely out of breath. âI want to make you feel good too.â
He shakes his head, watching as your hands slide down his body, âDarling, I...Iâm not sure if everything works the same. You donât have to worry about meââ
âLet me try,â you plead. âDoes any of this come off?â
He nods, removing the outer layers of metal with clicks and hisses. It was hard for you to tell where the armor ended and his body began, but the more he takes off, the more you recognize his familiar silhouette. Thereâs still patches of flesh here and thereâwarm skin to your fingertips, fused with the augmentations flawlessly.
And it seems the area youâve wanted to see is one of the places untouched.
Well, not completely untouched. Itâs covered in glowing purple veins, throbbing like theyâll explode any second. Viktor looks into your eyes nervously, and you reassure him with a kiss.
âItâll be okay,â your breaths are hot, hovering over his lips. âNow tell me what you want, darling.â
âYou.â he moans as your hand takes hold of his hardness.
âEverything seems to be working fine to me,â you smile, lining him up with your entrance. âIâm ready when you are.â
Heâs shaking, for the first time since all his enhancements. Heâs been so strongânoâindestructible, yet one look at you and the vulnerability returns in crashing waves. Heâs still the same man you fell in love with, but now he could too easily hurt you.
He presses in slowly, eyes locked on your expressions for any sign of discomfort, but they never come. Instead, the noises and faces you make could be enough for him to finish right then and there if he didnât have such control.
âViktorâŚâ you sigh, pulling him towards you as he bottoms out. âIâm okay. Are you okay?â
He stamps kisses on your jaw, then nuzzles his nose into your neck, âYou feel even better than I remembered.â
âDo I now?â you chuckle, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes as he looks back up at you.
âMmhmm,â he begins to thrust in and out slowly, earning more luscious sounds from your lips.
Thereâs so much of him that feels the same, but the sensation is so new. Is he bigger than before? Is it just the different texture from the shimmer experiments? Youâre not sure, all you truly care about is that he feels divine.
Youâre both getting close, whispering âI love youâsâ until the long awaited release. He holds you tightly afterwards, refusing to let go until you both catch your breath.
âViktor,â you ruffle his hair. âAs amazing as that was, I donât think I can handle a round four.â
He chuckles, âThatâs alright. Iâll only go as long as you want me to. Thereâs always tomorrow.â
You giggle, kissing the top of his head. You push yourself up on your elbows, looking at the mess you both made, âI think we ruined your new mattress.â
He glances as well, noticing the cum stains, some of them a light purple color, a supposed side effect of the shimmer, âWeâll get a new one. For now lets get you cleaned up.â
He picks you up in one swift motion, carrying you outside. His new lab is conveniently next to the river, and far away enough from other houses to protect your decency. The water is cold, but not unbearably so. The stickiness rinses off, and youâre left to admire your lover once again in the moonlight.
He glistens under the stars, his gaze soft and sweet, just as itâs always been. His hands never leave you, caressing your wet skin gently and adoringly.
Heâs still everything youâve ever wanted. Heâs still the man youâd die and kill for.
Heâs still the one youâll spend the rest of your days with, no matter what he becomes.
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thunder and lightning.
in which, you and jude broke up after a long relationship and you perform the song you wrote for him, in front of him at the ballon dâor ceremony.
jude bellingham x singer!reader.
fc: madison beer.
note: please read this and listen to "thunder and lightning" by serayah. / might turn this into a small serie đ¤
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y/n: my most precious and raw song "thunder and lightning" is now yours đ¤ now itâs time to grow and move on.
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you were standing in the middle of this big stage. in front of these important people, some of them used to be people youâd hang out with. but breaking up with jude meant saying goodbye to them too, even if it was hard since you made good friendships thanks to your ex. it was too hard to keep contact with them without jude haunting your thoughts, and they understood that. your break up with jude occured a few months ago now, and you thought you were doing better, but being on this stage, about to perform the song you wrote in one hour, the day he broke up with you, sent shivers all over your body. and you even considered running away.
but you were stronger than before, you worked hard on this song and you needed jude to hear it. you looked absolutely stunning in this dress, you tried to put a smile on your face but only pain and anxiety could be seen. you saw all these people looking at you, some with adoration, others with envy and some with sadness because they knew how hurt you were. thunder and lightning started and you closed your eyes before taking a deep breath. you got this.
"can't you look at me and see that i love ya? and iâd do anything for ya?" you began, looking at the crowd but your eyes immediately found his. you almost stutter on the lyrics but immediately closed your eyes to refocus. his eyes were glowing and his face was torn with concern and almost regret. ha, too late for that boy. "and iâll do anything for ya, climb up mount everest without a rope, dive into the bermuda without a boat." because it was true, you could do anything for this boy, anything and everything without thinking it twice. you loved him with your whole soul, it was insane. you couldâve quit music if he asked, and that without a second thought because thatâs how loyal and in love you were.
"like thunder and lightning, we were meant to be, wrapped up inside your arms, that's right where i belong." you hit the hook with more vulnerability in your voice, it resonated in the whole room and inside peopleâs heart. you knew some people in the audience would relate to your situation, girlfriends of footballers who suffered the disrespect of their partner. or even footballers themselves having their heart broken by women who never actually loved them. this song wasnât just about you and jude, it was about this feeling of despair when you see the person you love, leaving you heartbroken and alone. you saw some old friends bobbing their heads to your song and even sending smiles and thumbs ups to you.
you soon end the song, for a minute the room is frozen in silence, no one moves. and the one to break the ice was jude, he got up and clapped you like no one ever clapped for you. soon enough the whole room followed, giving you a standing ovation. you felt your eyes getting watery as you locked eyes with jude, his expression was unreadable. you were the one to break the eye contact as you bowed to the audience and blowed a kiss to the camera. you left the stage and almost ran backstage to let the tears you kept inside since the beginning of the performance, run down your cheeks. you let yourself fall to the ground, your agent and friend hugged you from behind and kissed the top of your head. "letâs go home now." you whispered between a sob.
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judebellingham: such an honour to win these trophies. making my parents proud and being a good role model for my brother has always been my top priority, thank you for the support and thank you for always being by my side.
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fan1: CONGRATS KING
fan2: deserved so much more but iâm so happy for him
fan3: making the parents proud >>
fan4: the fact that y/n was there too and probably congratulated him :(
fan5: lmao nah she probably left after the performance, she hates his ass now
fan6: as she should tbh
fan7: y/n deserved way better
vinijr: đĽđĽđĽ
philfoden: congrats mate! keep shinning đŞđź
fan8: iâm a huge fan but you should be held accountable for how you treated y/n
fan9: DONâT LISTEN TO THE HATERS KING
fan10: the future of football is right there
fan11: keep showing them whoâs the boss jude!
fan12: he looked so good tho đĽ´
fan13: finally a stylist who does him justice
deuxmoi: hm, being a good role model right? then care to explain why a little bird came to us with receipts about the night she had with you, while you were dating y/n?
fan14: WTF
fan15: WTFFFABSKSKSLDDD WHAT IS THIS
fan16: nah they must be lying jude would NEVER cheat
fan17: deuxmoi isnât even a reliable source!
fan18: yeah but apparently they got receipts soâŚ
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y/n just posted a story!
caption: couldnât relate more.
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language: TsahĂk- spiritual leader, Muntxate- mate / wife
description: To say you were happy about new arrangements would definitely be an understatement, yet somehow peopleâs word still struck you to your core. Little did you know a certain naâvi would put those too rest with three simple words. Fluff fluff and fluff.
âI seek the familyâs approval too court Y/nâ
Head shooting up you could hardly believe the words that had left his lips. Eyes wide you looked too Aoânung searching for any hint of deception. Heart racing in your chest your shocked features soon twisted into confusion. âWhy?â Although your voice was low it seemed too echo through out the mauri. The deafening silence flooding back in once your words had faded. Gaze moving from your father too you his eyes seemed too soften. Your body stiff and hands clasped together in your lap as you tucked your pinkie in. A habit he had seemed too have created. Ears tinting slightly purple the male looked around. It seemed all eyes were on him, waiting for an answer. âI am showing my intentions.â Taking a pause Aoânung seemed to be searching for his words. Ronal holding a proud smile as her son spoke.
âI wish to make you my TsahĂk. No other woman has made me feel this way, and I do not wish for you too slip from my grasp.â Feeling flustered at the peering eyes Aoânung ripped his eyes away from you. Now facing your parents. âI will treat her better than any other sutor could. The gifts in the corner are all for Y/n and her family.â Feeling the weight of the situation the Nerves began too set in for Aoânung. His tail swaying with anxiousness. All of your familyâs eyes seemed too turn towards you as they studied you for answer. You could not seem too meet their eyes as you could not tear your eyes from Aoânung. Hand covering your mouth a dark hue washed over your cheeks. You did not even hear the second part as his words repeated in your head like a broken disc. He wish too make you his TsahĂk. You are the first naâvi he had ever wanted too make his.
Stifling a laugh at your expression Loâak was the first too voice his opinion. âI accept, I know her better than anyone, and my sister seems overjoyed.â Shyly looking too your brother he met your gaze with a close lipped smile. You could not contain the way your tail whipped with excitement at his approval. âI knew this was coming so Iâm with Loâak.â Kiri voiced her opinion, shrugging her shoulders as if she was not stunned only a minute ago. âI am fine with it, hopefully there is no mal-intent.â Your eldest brother locked eyes with the naâvi. His yellow orbs staring daggers into Aoânung soul with an unspoken threat. Eyes just as heavy Aoânung looked at Neteyam. An underlying offense in his expression. âI do not have any mal-intent.â
âWeâll I think that settles it. Me and my wife also approve. I believe her siblings judgement is strong.â Processing jakes words a smile slowly made its way too Aoânungs face . Oceans eyes immediately finding you. You felt your heart leap at this action a shy smile making its way onto your lips. Although your future had been decided for you, you did not feel any resentment. If anything your felt an overwhelming sense of love and acceptance as the dinner commenced. You could not seem to maintain eye contact with your future mate without your face heating up. Overwhelmed with the feelings you had tried so hard too suppress, the feeling you never thought would be returned. It seemed that the dinner had ended too soon your family soon leaving the mauri. Aoânung eyes did not seem to leave your body as you stood, bidding his sister goodbye.
Seeing him walk over you felt your heart leap. Meeting his eyes you felt as if you could burst with joy. âGoodnight y/nâ Tucking your one stray braid behind your ear his ocean eyes bore into yours. Brining your hand up too his you navigated it too your cheek slightly nuzzling into his touch. âGoodnight Ma Aonung.â Face flushing the male looked at you his pupils dilating. Eyes scanning your features he had no doubt in his mind he had made the right choice. Aoânung was sure he had his future in his hands.
The next morning the you were awoken by the bustle of your home. lazily bring your body up you squinted your eyes attempting too adapt too the sunlight. Dazed and confused you struggled too set dream from reality. The memories of last night flooding in seeming as if they were a fantasy. âY/n if you donât want this can I have it?â Groggily blinking you processed Tuks words. Eyes traveling too the item in her hand you couldnât help but let out a slight gasp. âOh my Eywa.â Taking the bracelet out of Tuks hands you rushed over too the growing pile of materials in your familyâs Mauri. Paying no mine too Tuks noises of disapproval you were too wrapped up in your own head. Mouth agape you scanned the amount of offerings brought too your mauri as the reality set in. A giggle erupted from your throat as you could help but embrace your youngest sister, spinning the twelve year old in the air. âI am being courted by Aoânung!!â Shrill laugher filling the air the mauri was soon full of joy as Tuk mirrored your excitement, not quite sure why you were so hype, but she did not care.
âLooks like we made the right choice.â Body spinning too the entrance your eyes landed apon your father and brothers. The two younger ones carrying the remainder of the gifts as they entered. Placing Tuk down you threw your body into your fathers arms. A heart filled laughed rumbled through your fathers chest as he now spun you around. âThank you daddy!â Wrapping your arm around your father he happily returned your hug. âAnything too make you happy baby girl.â A small smile made its way onto Jakes lips as he hugged you. Pride filling him with the fact that he had made you happy, that he had made the right choice.
âNot too be a vibe killer but sisâŚ. you do know Aoânung saw all that.â The humor in Neteyams voice was evident as Loâaks giggles were already spilling past his lips. Pulling yourself away from your father you peer over his shoulder and sure enough the naâvi was there. A smug smirk placed apon his lips as he handed your father the items in his hands. âMorning y/n.â Hands clasping together you turn your gaze too the floor. The embarrassment of what he had witnessed slowly settling in. âGood morningâ Almost muttering it you shifted your body weight from side too side.
âYou kids get out of here ronal is expecting you.â Interrupting the awkward exchange your father ushered you out. Face heating up you took your place beside Aoânung. Your heart seeming to rest at his usually pace around him as it beat against your chest rapidly. âIâll walk you to the healing tent?â Voice rough the male smirk rested comfortable on his lips. Nodding your head softly you agreed. Pushing back your nerves you boldly took ahold of his arms. Your slim arm easily wrapping around his bigger one. Muscles stiffening under your hold his cocky demeanor slowly slipped away at your proximity. âYou do not know what you do to me forest girl.â Finding your smaller hand he engulfed it with his. A warm feeling crashing over the both of you.
As the two of you walked to the healers tent it seemed that the village began to wake with your pretense. A chatter following behind you as the village gossiped. Aoânung had never openly showed his affection no matter how many relationships he had been in so for him to be walking hand in hand with a naâvi sent shock waves through the village. It did not take long for your news of him courting you to spread like wildfire. You would not be surprised if by the time the two of you had reached the TsahĂks tent the whole village knew. Usually this would make a woman proud. Being claimed by a man so openly was suppose to be something a woman dreams of yet you felt none of that. You did not enjoy the gossiping that occurred after your arrival and did not wish for something about you to be in mouths of others. Sensing your unease Aoânung squeezed your hands oceans eyes not tearing away from yours.
âYou okay y/n?â Stopping a few steps away from the entrance of your destination he turned his body towards you. Your arm being ripped away from latching onto his. A sense of guilt seemed to build as you looked into his concerned eyes. You did not wish to dampen the mood over something so minor. âOf course.â Clasping your hands together you sent a small smile towards the male. Obviously not buying it his face seems to harden but the words never had a chance to leave his lips. Aggressively opening the tent Ronal announced her presence. âYou are keeping my student from me. Arent you accompanying your father today? â Crossing her arms the two of your turned to her. An annoyance plastered on Aoânungs face as his eyes rolled at his mothers words. âMeet me after eclipse on the beach.â Words spilling out of his lips he pressed a hasty kiss to your forehead. âOf courseâ responding, your once dampened mood skyrocketd at the simple gesture as the naâvi ran off. Shyly looking too his mother she wore a similar smirk too her sons as she eyed you knowingly. âCome child, we must begin your preparation.â
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Whoever said being a woman in a clans was easy, is a liar. For hours you were given examples and duties of tsahĂk and the list made your head spin. Not saying that these tasks would be overbearing but it definitely wasnât light work. You could only thank Eywa the festivities and religious ceremonies were branched out the months. Now, sitting in front of foreign herbs you attempted to memories the names and affects. You only knew a minor amount of healing as you were a warrior alongside your brother in the forest. You tried to tie the Metkayina herbs to the ones you already had knowledge of. âAtla will be helping you I must step out.â Forcing you out of your mind Ronal commanding voice filled the Mauri. Eyeing the naâvi next to the woman you examined her features. She could not be much older than you, maybe around Aoânungs age. Atla was beautiful standing taller than you she held herself with elegance and confidence with a smile. Rising to your feet you hurriedly greet the woman. âI am y/nâ
âOh please I know, youâre the talk of village!â Voice high pitch she spoke enthusiastically. Striding over to you. âDo not gossip the whole time. The future TsahĂk must learn quickly.â Words stern Ronals words were commanding. Although she had her soft moments the thought of having her as a mother in law still sent shivers down your spine. It seemed that her intimidation did not have the same affect on Atla because as soon as Ronal form vanished the woman already had rumors spilling out her mouth. âIs it true you are pregnant ? How far along are you? People in the village are saying its the only reason heâs with a naâvi wellâŚâŚlike you.â
âExcuse me?â Confusion and shock evident in your voice you looked the naâvi up and down. Processing her words your feelings soon turned sour. âI am not pregnant, and what do you mean naâvi like meâ Poison evident in your voice you looked at the taller woman. âI mean, you are not metkayina and on top of that youâre not true naâvi.â You felt your stomach drop with her eyes as she examined your hand. Clasping them together you quickly tucked in your extra finger body language rigid and hurt. Your obvious signs of discomfort did not seem to affect Atla as she continue too speak as if this was a causal conversation. âThe people just never thought he would chose an outsider and alien. Thereâs a bunch of theories going around since this morning but most think you trapped the poor boy. Did you seduce him?â Disregarding your feelings her eyes bore into yours. She did not seem to have a hint of remorse. The room seemed to suffocate you as you processed her words. Tears pricking the ends of your eyes as your emotions made it hards too breath.
âThe people do not think Iâm worthy?â Voice cracking you looked up to the female. Her eyes showed confusion at your question as her thoughts swarmed in her head. âI mean, not really, but look at you.â Her words were harsh as she motioned to your frame. âTo be honest I always thought it would be me, I was pretty surprised that his parents let him chose.â Not being able to handle anymore of her rambling you rushed through the exit. Inside you knew a part of her was doing this out of jealousy acting all innocent and casual so you would be the dramatic one but you could not seem to care as you stormed out the Mauri. You knew your feeling of euphoria would not last long and people would talk, Aoânung was to the future chief after all, but hearing the word so soon still hurt. Looking at it from an outside perspective it did make sense, Aoânung should be with a real Metakyina.
That night you did not meet Aoânung at the beach. Hell you didnât even go back to your Mauri. Finding peace in the small forest on the island you hid yourself from reality and the hatefulness of the clans disapproval. Basking in the darkness of the forest you pretended as if you were home. Pretend that you were away from all this conflict for all the disproval you got for the sin of being born. You couldnât help but wonder if things would be different if you had three fingers. Raising your hand into the sky a hatred grew as you examined the five fingers, cursing Eywa for allowing your soul to crossover into such a form.
To say Aoânung was confused was an understatement. The male did not understand why you had not shown up on the shoreline. All the excuses in his head running out as eclipse turned too day. The male had dozed off on the shoreline awoken by the tide against his skin. His confusion soon turned to irritation as he gathered his thoughts. The naâvi was quick to set out on a search checking your family Mauri to no avail. They had simply said they assumed she was with him their worried faces telling no lies. His mother seemed to be a dead end as well. Ronals words being âShe stormed out on Atla, Atla said it was because she was frustrated with all her tasks.â It was hard for him to believe her words as you were not the type to give up. Finally, the idea of the small forest in near the village struck his mind as he was quick to venture into the unfamiliar area.
Aoânung had never been much of a land adventurer always sticking to the ocean. He saw the small forest as a place for the gatherers never setting foot in a place he did not have control over. To say he was wandering endlessly would not be a far stretch as he seemed to be lost among the tropical trees. Frustrated and hot his discomfort was unmatched. But, it seems his tireless search did not end up fruitless as his sights soon landed on your dark blue body laid leisurely agains a tree. Your hands worked slowly as you peeled a fruit with your knife. Meaningless humming filling the area around you. âIs this where you have been?!â
Jumping as his voice the fruit was quick to fall out your hand along with your knife. You felt your stomach drops as your eyes were met with a seeming furious Aoânung. His shadow casting a shade over you as you looked up to meet his eyes. A familiar feeling of guilt and regret seemed to bubble up as you looked at the man the furrow in his eyes unrelenting. âI did not mean too-â
âWhat? Stand me up?â Voice dripping with anger he glared down at you. âI do not understand what you want.â His seeming angry tone cracked as he said his last sentence. A hint of hurt seeping through his frustration. âDo you even want me? Your actions are so contradicting I do not understand!â Anger slipping away it seems that his true emotions seemed to show. The confusion and pain evident in his tone. âAoânung, of course I want you.â Voice soft you rose to your feet. Attempting to place a hand on his shoulder. Harshly ripping away from your touched the naâvi looked into your yellow eyes. âYou say that I was playing with you now look at you.â Seeming to come to his own conclusion the naâvi backed away. Heart racing in a panic at his retreating form you felt all your newly formed doubts spill to the surface. Your brain screaming a you to make him stay.
âNo! You donât understand! I simply came out here to recollect. Aoânung, please.â Racing after him your hand gripped on his shoulder. Harshly turning around his ocean eyes bore into yours. âAh yes and thats a perfect excuse for showing interest than running away!â Sarcasm evident in his tone his fist clench at his sides. âI just-â A roll of his eyes seems to shut your right up. A lump in your throat slowly gathering as you felt him slipping from your grasp. âI do not want to hear it y/nâ
âNo! I only left because your clan does not wish to have me. An alien and outsider as a TsahĂk? They do not want me Aoânung. How could you want me?â Tears pricking the sides of your eyes the lump in your throat only grew as they escaped cascading down your face. âWho has said this?â Although the anger was still evident it was no longer directed towards you as his hand quickly cupped your face. âYou have said these words as well you can not be mad at your fellow tribesmen.â Eyes flashing with regret his oceans eyes swarmed with many emotions. Remembering the harsh words that had left his mouth many time.
âI was a skxĂĄwng. I have always wanted you even before I ever realized what these feelings are. Y/n you are meant to be my TsahĂk. I do not care what words leave the mouths of the clan members they listen to me.â Softly wiping away your tears his calloused hand brushed against your cheek. Letting his body relax it seems that all the resentment flowed out. His impulsive feelings leaving alongside his assumed conclusions. Feeling the tension leave his body you could help but allow your heart to flutter at his words. Stepping forward you closed the distance between you and Aoânung, seeming entranced by his very being. Your body did not seem to stop until you felt the heat from his chest only an inch away from yours.
Breathing rigged his ocean eyes scan you. Flashing between your eyes and lips. His self control withering away by the second. âThey will always see me as an alien. No amount of power can change that.â Almost as if supporting your point you brung your hand up putting your four fingers on display. It was as if you were working against yourself on purpose, still not fully accepting you could be his. The invisible marks from his actions from weeks ago still seeping in. âTheir opinions have no effect on me. I do not care what they see.â Turquoise hand wrapping around yours his color engulfed your hand. âI see you y/nâ
His touch burning you looked into his eyes. The breath from your lungs taken away. âI can not breathe without your presence y/n. You do not have to say it back but please do not push yourself away from me I-â Stoping the mans nervous rant you could not help but crash your lips into his. His hands dropping to rest on your hips. You could taste the saltiness of your tears but it seemed neither of you seemed to care refusing to break the connection. Pushing down the burning of your lungs your pressed your hands against his chest pushing the male until back hit a bark of a tree. An amused hum came from his throat as he pulled away his normal persona taking no time to come back as a smirk rested upon his lips. Chest heaving you seemed to drown in his eyes struggling to catch your breath. âI see you Aoânung.â
Heart fluttering at your words Aoânungs ears seemed to shoot up. His once smirking face morphing into a genuine smile. âYou will be my muntxate no one will stop that.â Voice stern and determined the male seems to be reassuring your doubts with his eyes holding no lies. A small sigh breached you lips as you rested your head on his chest. Your slim arms wrapping around his waist in a soft embrace he was quick to return. âI will not run away again. I will seek my refuge with you ma Aonung.â A purr coming from his chest the male could not be happier as held you in his arms. A sense of peace washing over the both of you as all the difficulties disappeared. âI will always be here for you my forest girl.â
a/n- I am soo sorry this took so long my summer has been busy! I hope you enjoyed the ending of this little mini series hopefully I did not kill your expectations!!Personally i really enjoyed writing it and hope you loved reading it just as much. đŤśđ˝
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How about the reader and Joost are childhood friends that get split up, but reunite because Joost wants them to be apart of his eurovison team. They realize they miss eachother a lot and confess and happily ever after (â・â˘Ěâżâ˘Ě・)â
Itâs So Sweet
Paring: Joost x GN!Reader (no pronouns used!)
CW: none!
A/N: ahhhhhh this one is so cuuuuuute! i love the childhood friends to lovers trope so much! thank you for the request and i hope you enjoy it <333
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Joost and you were never seen apart as kids. Always walking in the school hallways together, sitting and partnering up in the classes you had together. Constantly hanging out after school and on the weekends. You two were basically connected at the hip.
Until your family gave you the news you would be moving to Sweden. Something to do with a better job opportunity. You begged for them not to, to move somewhere where you currently were at least. Though you knew your pleas wouldnât do much.
Before you left, Joost and you exchanged emails. To keep in touch while you two would be apart.
You did for awhile. But as you both got older, your emails to each other took longer. It would be weeks, months, before you replied to each other.
Until they just stopped completely. You two had gotten too caught up into your adulthood. You hadnât returned to your hometown since you moved away.
Joost fell into a successful career as a musician. You getting yours as a dancer.
Itâs been years since you and him talked.
Your heart nearly stopped once you saw the notification when you were on the bus after a rehearsal.
joostklein has requested to follow you.
His profile picture was a picture of him as a toddler. The one youâve seen so many times before, hanging on the wall in his living room when you went over to hangout after school.
You looked through his account, he almost looked the exact same as he did when he was a preteen. Only his body was scattered in tattoos, he had grown a mustache, much taller, and his hair was dyed into a nearly white color and cut into a mullet.
His most recent posts were a reel revealing how heâd be representing the Netherlands in the next Eurovision competition, and another video revealing the date his song for the event would be released.
Minutes after you accepted the request and followed him back, he messaged you.
It was a simple question, asking if you were the same one he knew as a kid. You responded, telling him you were.
The texts following after that were a little bit awkward. Soon the tension between you both was gone, you told each about what youâve been doing for the past years, how theyâd gone, what youâve been doing now.
After exchanging phone numbers, the texts turned into calls, then video chats.
You listened to his songs, almost going through every single one of his albums in one night.
You were surprised by a lot of the lyrics, by how the innocent boy with a side swept haircut you once knew, was now singing about having sex with women to a mario kart remixed beat and saying âsuck my dick bitchâ multiple times in another song.
You honestly found them catchy, however you realized they were better to listen to with earbuds in or alone, rather than in any public place.
However, the lyrics in other songs were more heart breaking. God, soul shattering even.
âMaybe it was wrong. But I miss us, I miss home.â
âMy dad who was laying there, seen but no authority. We'll see by the days, we don't say goodbye. My mom who was laying there, I often think about that day.â
âHey, I have a disease, it's a very specific one. I always panic and they have no therapies.â
âBut still it hurts. Am running from myself. Cry the entire day for "help"
Joost would show you his tattoos, the ones he already had and the ones he wanted to get in the future, drawings he made, but he refused to show you the idea concepts for his Eurovision costume.
He told you he wanted it to be a surprise.
The day before he revealed his outfit to the rest of the world. He called you during a work break, telling you he had to show you something.
You opened the video call to see him standing there in a big bright blue suit with extremely pointy shoulders.
You felt bad when you let out a laugh, slapping your hand over your mouth to muffle it.
âYou like it?â He asked, posing goofily.
âYeah. Itâs veryâŚsilly. Very big.â His grin only grew larger at your words.
âPerfect. Thatâs exactly what I was aiming for.â He smiled and sat down.
âSo, your other friends, one of them is gonna dress up as a bird? And the other is gonna wear a clip on ponytail?â
âYep!â He pipped. You just laughed and shook your head. He cleared his throat, his face on the screen looking nervous all of the sudden.
âSo, you told me you still dance.â
âYeah! I do group shows and stuff.â You nodded, placing your head on your fist.
âThatâs great, very great. Um, do you still hakken?â You were a bit taken aback, confused by why he was asking about that specific dance.
âUh yeah. But usually jokingly, like when Iâm with friends.â You bit at your thumbnail. âDid you ever learn?â
âYeah! Iâve gotten pretty good at it.â He chuckled, going silent for a minute after. âIâm wondering if you would perform with me, like on the stage. I need another back up dancer. And youâve always been so talented at it.â His words made you blush, but you were still a bit unsure on what he was asking you.
âSo, um, you want me to do the hakken dance with you? At your performance?â You felt nervous, when you did the dance you usually did it after a night of drinking to make your friends laugh.
âOnly if you want to! I mean, we could meet up, Iâm in Sweden now.â
âWhat?â You shouted, cringing at how loud it was.
âYeah, iâve been here to do interviews and all that stuff.â He scratched at his arms, a bit embarrassed he didnât tell you earlier about this.
âYou really donât have to do this if you donât want to.â He spoke, âIts free of charge for you, youâll get paid for it. If that persuades you.â He added on, joking.
âIâll do it for free.â Maybe your answer was a bit too quick, maybe it was impulsive. But you really wanted to see Joost again, youâd jump at any chance you could see him.
The both of you agreed to meet up a few days later at a park not far from where you lived.
The park was quite empty, most likely due to the fact the sun was already going down, an orange gradient filling the sky.
You nervously walked up to him, he was sitting on a bench. He looked so familiar yet so different. It gave you a strange sense of nostalgia.
âHi.â
âHi.â He immediately grinned as he saw you. You sat down next to him.
The sunset cast a golden glow on his face, making his blue eyes so much more prominent, his face was so gorgeous.
âSo youâll really dance with me?â
âYeah, why not.â You shrugged, completely unbothered by his question.
âYouâll be on a giant stage in front of thousands of people. Youâll be on TV with the entirety of Europe watching.â Joost felt nervous, he didnât want to pressure you into doing this, he really wanted you to be there with himz But he wasnât gonna force you into something you had no interest for.
âIâve never been one for stage fright.â You smiled, the sweetness in your expression made his worries begin to drift away.
âPerfect.â He looked down at his feet, smiling so hard his cheeks begin to hurt, âIâll text you the schedules and everything you need to know.â
âCool.â You looked down at your shoes as well. Enjoying the comfortable silence and soft breeze of the air.
âI really missed you.â He spoke out, added your name to the sentence, making it more impacting. You looked at him, jaw ajar in admiration.
âI missed you too.â You said softly, placing your hand over his. Soon wrapping it around his. You both sat there for a few minutes like that.
âIâve been thinking of moving back.â You broke the silence. âTo the Netherlands, that is.â
âReally?â Joost looked at you, a mixture of amazement and shock in his face.
âYeah. A company reached out to me, giving me a job opportunity. Really good pay, positive reviews, a safe workplace.â It felt funny, you were thinking about coming back to your hometown for the same reason your family made you leave.
âThatâs great! You should take it!â
âI probably will. It seems promising.â You squeezed his hand. âAnd itâd be nice to be close to you again.â You added on, pursing your lips to try and hold back a smile, it failed.
âYeah, yeah, that would be nice.â He murmured,âUm, I should get going, early TV interviews tomorrow.â
You nodded, getting up before he did.
âJust text me what channel youâll be on, iâll make sure to watch for you.â You said, a little bit too excitedly.
âYeah, yeah, I will! Iâll see you later.â He chuckled.
âIâll be in the Netherlands in a month most likely, just so you know. See you, Joost.â You turned, only getting a few steps in before his voice stopped you, causing you look back at him.
âThereâs this really great ice cream parlor that opened up there, maybe we could, uh, go there when youâre back, if youâd like?â He cleared his throat.
âIâll be going back in a month too, just for a little bit before I have to come here again.â He fiddled with his fingers.
âAwesome then, itâs a date.â
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Ean'tu with his Mother Na'ari đ
I finished this project! 𼰠I had this picture in my head since forever! I am happy that I finally drew it!
I hope you like it đĽ°
Story behind the artwork:
Na'ari gave birth to Ean'tu but he was a stillborn. The TsahĂŹk told her, the baby is soulless and she has to say goodbye to the baby.
Na'ari took the baby to the tree of souls and lay down, to say goodbye to Ean'tu, to hold her baby a last time. But the tree connected with the baby and the tsahĂŹk said: "Eywa exhaled the child's soul into the body"
After that the baby made his first scream and was alive.
The TsahĂŹk is sure, the white pigmentation disorder Ean'tu has on his left face, chest and shoulder, is from the touch of Eywa and something special.
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