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chuckbass-love · 5 months ago

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Only Love Can Hurt Like This | Ransom Drysdale | Part 12

A/N: Yet again, i have left this way too long and at this point there are no excuses except life being life. I really hope y’all are still invested in this and if not then i completely understand.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Summary: The moment you’ve put off finally arrives and you’re scared, but what will happen if the test is positive?

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Talk of pregnancy, swearing, vaginal intercourse, anal fingering, daddy kink, cum play, sweet Ransom moment (again to make up for such serious moments in this part) 18+ again, being as the entire series thus far has been 18+. Enjoy guys💕

Word Count: 4,380

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Noise. Suddenly, when time is moving extremely slow and you’re impatiently waiting with bated breath, for something so important, there’s always too much noise. Noise that you barely even notice in your day to day life when you’re rushing around completing errands or running out of the door for work. Even when falling asleep in the pitch black and silence, the noise is louder now than it is then.

Like the clock in your bedroom, above the en suite door. Despite having a timer on Ransoms phone set already, you can practically feel that damn clock laughing at you, mocking you and telling you that you still have one more minute left.

One more minute.

Or the wind outside, smashing against the double glazed windows, making your ears ring. God knows why.

And then there’s the noise you can’t hear too well but faintly, and that’s still enough.

The washing machine and the dryer in the laundry room. Rattling.

Tick, tick, tick.

One more minute.

One more minute before your life might change forever.

You never thought you’d see this side of Ransom, the side where he’s switched on, attentive, loving and willing to try and be there, no matter the outcome of this dam test.

Why is it taking so long. Your knee starts to bounce off its own accord. You can’t stop it. Just like your hands, they shake a little, anticipation is the sole cause. Oh and nerves. Your anxiety is wracking your entire body.

Dare you glance down at the timer on the iPhone on the bathroom side.

45 seconds left.

You start too whisper, counting down as your knee starts to bounce more, your nails picking at the nails on your other hand until a soothing hand comes to stop it.

“I’ve got you baby”

30 seconds left.

“What if it’s positive?” your worried eyes search his for some reassurance, needing him now more than ever to show and possess the strength you don’t have.

It’s been a whirlwind couple months, from breaking up with Ransom to getting back together with him, then dealing with his bastard of a friend...well, ex-friend. And then having him use your sister, your own flesh and blood, to get back at Ransom. It’s a lot for anyone to deal with and in the midst of all of it, you can’t help but admit you have been careless with safety during sex. It’s kind of hard to stay on top of things when the last thing on your mind is safety. All you want lately is to feel him close, skin to skin, for him to ease the anxious feelings away with his body. His touch, his kiss. So powerful, so gentle yet rough.

It’s what you always seem to need lately.

And if those needs have resulted in a tiny human growing inside of you.. would that be so bad?

“Then we’ll deal with it, we’ll sort this together. You and me”

Sort this? Deal with it?

Does he mean -

You can barely even let that thought manifest and clearly your knee is working overtime and you’ve gone back to picking at your hands and nails again as Ransom stills both. Using one hand to force your eyes to his.

“Y/N, baby. Look at me. I didn’t mean that in the way it sounded. I meant that we’ll talk about it. We’ll cope and get through this however we need to. We’ll discuss this together..okay?”

You feel yourself nod as you look back down at the timer.

1 second left and...

The ringing sound of Ransoms alarm goes off, startling you despite knowing it was coming.

You take a deep breath, waiting a second so that you can calm your hands and that shaky knee of yours before you look at Ransom and pick the test up. His hand over yours, holding it as you both bite the bullet and glance.

Two lines.

Two very clear, very real lines.

You feel his hand grip the test to look at it properly without you. He takes it and stands up as he begins to pace the small bedroom. His large frame taking up all of the space.

Were you too quick to believe his promises of being there no matter the result? Did you buy into that false sense of security yet again?

Everything moves in slow motion, even your thoughts. You daren’t disturb him while he paces, with his eyes fixated on those two lines. He’s processing. Internally cursing this baby inside of you. Or at least you think

Ransom’s POV

Two lines.

Two very clear, very real lines.

I instantly feel claustrophobic, instantly need air. After pacing for what feels like forever, i feel worse. I need proper air, i need it now.

I rush to the window, practically cursing inside as i fumble with the handle, i push it open and lean there for a moment, breathing in and out rapidly, unable to catch my breath fully.

I needed that. That’s the air i needed.

With my eyes shut and fresh air blasting my face, i start to cool down. The temperature in my face cools slowly but enough for me to regain a coherent train of thought.

It takes a minute before the thought of her comes back to me. I spin around instantly to find her, tears pooling in her eyes, a worried look on her face. I can tell that the first thing she thought of when she saw me just now was that i’m angry.

How wrong could she be.

I rush to her side, pulling her close to me so i can hold her.

“Shhh, i got you. I’ve got you” i soothe, or at least attempt to as she sniffles into my chest.

“A-are you mad?” her voice comes out just above a whisper, while a rogue tear slips down her cheek and onto my chest.

“Of course not”... “why would i be?”

It seems logical in my head, why would i be mad? How could i be mad?

I’m happy, albeit overwhelmed but happy nonetheless.

“You’ve barely said a word’

“It’s overwhelming that’s all darling, it’s a lot to take in and i can’t even imagine how you must be feeling. Talk to me”

Your POV

You pull away from his chest, wiping your tear stained face as you swallow your nerves down as best as you can so that you can get your thoughts out into words.

“I’ve always known that i’ve wanted to be a mother. Even when i was younger with my sisters, playing moms and dads” that earns a chuckle from your sweet but misunderstood boyfriend.

His arm cradles you as you continue.

“But that’s a far cry from that to this, to doing it, for real. Having a tiny human depend on you for everything. It’s also the unexpected, perhaps. The fact that this wasn’t planned. We’ve been so preoccupied lately, being careful when having sex hasn’t exactly been at the forefront of our minds. But what if it was meant to be that way?”

“How do you mean?”

“What if this was always supposed to happen. This little life growing inside of me as we speak. Sometimes things happen when you least expect it, for a reason”

I feel silly saying that but it’s true. Life can have a funny way of challenging you, and doing it in ways you wouldn’t expect.

You look up at him, searching his eyes for anything to show that he’s truly okay with the outcome of the test.

Facing a positive pregnancy test was certainly not on your plans for this year, but what matters is how you deal with it, how you communicate with one another about this. It may be your body but you want the choice to be one you make with both yours and Ransoms input. It took the two of you to create this life. It’s only right the two of you decide what happens.

Your hand naturally goes to your stomach and you gently rub your thumb across it, wondering what life would be like with a baby. How Ransom would hold up as a father. You know he’d be a whole lot better than his father, that’s for sure. Which let’s face it, isn’t a hard feat at all. Richard Drysdale is a bastard of a man. And you know that Ransom wouldn’t mind you saying that. It’s a fact.

Ransoms hand joins you, his thick and long fingers fingers guiding your own to stroke your stomach.

“We don’t have to decide just yet” he starts, getting down on his knees in front of your bed and positioning himself in between your legs, parting them as he inches closer. A position you’ve had him in more than once. It brings heat to your sex. You can’t help it. The man is quite literally a sex god.

You’re sat here, in the midst of a serious conversation and yet you’re in the mood to be intimate. This man can literally touch you in any way, be in front of you talking about politics or even pissing you off in some form and you still feel that invisible string, pulling you to him, like a magnetic force. You belong to him, and he belongs to you. However, times like these make you want him all the more.

His eyes darken as he catches yours doing the same, he knows that look.

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore, if that’s okay?” you murmur, your hands roaming down his tanned and toned body, abs for days, that sexy V-shape leading into his boxers, where his not so mysterious size awaits you.

You need him, god you need him more than you need to breathe. Everything is aching, your anxiety wreaking havoc on your body once again, you need a distraction, just for right now. You know that you can’t avoid it forever, but you can allow yourself to forget, just for today. Or even just for right now.

“Oh yeah, and what do you want, hm?” his finger crooks under your chin, lifting it up, not allowing you to avoid his eyes. “Come on, tell me princess. This only works if we communicate” his voice is going deeper as he finishes talking. He knows exactly what you want, but as always, in true Ransom fashion, he’s making you work for it. Just the way that you like.

“I want you. No, i need you. I need you so badly. Your touch, your hands. I need it all over me. Afterwards i promise we can discuss the pregnancy. I just need to be close to you. Please” your doe eyes cause him to falter his usual Daddy persona.

“Like this?” he rasps, manoeuvring so that you’re laying down on the bed and he’s on top of you, his hands gripping your ass before leading up your body, squeezing and gripping every curve, his soft sighs make it clear how much he wants you too. No spot untouched.

You hum in appreciation and agreement with his words and he continues, his face burying into your neck, kissing, licking and biting like a wild animal desperate for his next feed. You’re his prey. Always have been since day one. You belong to him.

“Use your words, slut” his demand comes with a menacing drawl, one you would never wish to ignore. You couldn’t even if you wanted to. When he’s in this zone, this fantasy of your owner, Ransom is not to be tested. Best believe he will always come out on top.

“Y-yes, like that” you moan breathlessly as his hands slide up to the tie of your robe, his fingers barely need to work at it before it opens, giving him better access to you and that sexy goddess like body of yours, or at least that’s how he’s always seen it. You’ve never once had to wonder if he’s into you, his reaction to you is enough confirmation.

Ransom moves you to the centre of the bed, spreading your legs before moving in between them once again. “Yes, what?” his eyebrows raise, a playful smirk on his beautiful face.

“Yes Daddy”

And that was all he needed to begin.

His lips pucker as he places kisses along your stomach, working his way up to your neck, gentle kisses at first. But the higher he gets, the more hungry he becomes, nipping you here, licking you there. Your chest starts to rise and fall quite quickly now, your cheeks flush as he reaches your breasts.

No matter how many times he looks at them, feels them in his hands and plays with them, he loves them. It’s like he’s obsessed with showing every significant part of your body some love. But then again, when it comes to Ransom, every part of your body is significant. Every. Single. Inch.

“Look at these nipples of yours, all ready for me. I’ve barely even touched you” his pleased tone makes you smile a little. Daddy Ransom is here for real now.

You prepare yourself mentally for the rollercoaster your body is about to be put through.

His index fingers and thumbs roll the pert nipples as he kisses the valley between your breasts, licking his way to one nipple to bite it ever so slightly, enough to make you jolt in surprise before repeating the same on the other. His pleasure comes with a build up, a build up that renders you desperate for him, desperate for his cock. But it’s all worth it.

“Being so patient for me, baby. Such a fuckin’ good girl” his New England drawl makes you wetter, the pool of arousal at your entrance causes you to wriggle and writhe, needing to rub your thighs together for some kind of relief. But with Ransom between your legs, you’re trapped.

“Woah woah, what happened to patience” his hand moves down towards your sex as his face moves inches above yours “behave” his words come as he smacks at it. He repeats it once more before continuing his journey to your neck. His mouth starts to suck and bite the tender skin, it’s bound to leave a mark, proof to everyone that he was here. His intention.

You wait for him to move up to your face to give you a kiss and when he does it’s messy, emotional and needy. Tongues moving and colliding, your hands gripping his face before he moves them above your head. One hand of his holding them there while he reaches for the handcuffs in the bedside table draw. Your eyes widen as your brain can only imagine what is in store for you. Rough sex with zero mercy. He plans to fuck you until you beg for him to stop. Just the way you like him to. The arousal worsens as he straddles your chest, tying you to your headboard.

Once you’re attached, no escaping, he gets off of the bed to step out of his boxers slowly. The teasing only makes you more in need for him. And then theres his cock. God it’s like he was sculpted to perfection and brought to you to continuously render you speechless. Every day that you get to look at him and that body of his is a gift that keeps giving.

Your eyes rake over him one time too many but he doesn’t mind. In fact the cocky bastard loves it. It boosts his already inflated ego when it comes to his appearance.

That’s Ransom for you, he looks good and he knows it. He’s used that to his advantage plenty of times. You recall him doing the same for you when you first met.

“Like what you see, baby?” he winks, that wink makes you melt but you forget you’re stuck in place by those handcuffs.

You nod, practically salivating at the sight.

“Please” you beg, pathetically.

“I need you” the whimpers fall on death ears as he climbs back onto the bed, fisting his hardened cock for you to watch as his own eyes rake over you. He knows he’s one lucky man.

“Do you now? How much?” Like you said, he’s a bastard.

“Badly, i’m so wet for you. Please”

And with that, he spreads your legs further, inspecting you with his eyes before his index finger starts to rub at your clit a little while his middle finger explores your folds until it’s at your entrance, rubbing your juices around.

“So you are” he hums in appreciation before lifting your legs up a little and bending down.

His mouth attacks your pussy, making you whimper in shock. It’s never been so easy before to get him to give in. He must need you just as much, if not more.

“Taste so fuckin’ good” his growling and breathy voice turns you on more, god you love him. So fucking much. You love the way he relentlessly attacks your body with his mouth, hands and cock. He just knows what you need.

You’ve been here so many times now, danced this same dance. You’re fluent in each others bodies language. Knowing every weakness, every tell tale sign of an orgasm, every pressure point that gets the other begging for more. However, you rarely get to use your knowledge as Ransom enjoys dominating too much, and who are you to argue?

Your hips buck up as you grind into his face.

“You eat my pussy so good Daddy” you whimper, desperate for more of him, his teeth nip not so gently at your demanding clit but it spurs you on. You thrust faster and faster before he holds you still, your thighs wrapped tightly around is head as his nails dig into your soft skin. He’s hungry.

That all too familiar rope in your stomach starts to tighten, your climax building, and building and building. Until one last flicker of his strong tongue causes the rope to snap.

You cry out, his name falling off of your tongue like a prayer, all to familiar. He licks you through the orgasm while your legs shake around his head, just the way he likes. You’re so sensitive but he wants more, who are you to deny him. His tongue now lapping up all he forced from your body, the juices make him groan

He forces your body back to the bed, allowing you too lay there while he stares at you. In awe, perhaps.

His hands wrap around his hardened cock as he moves over you so that your legs can lock around his torso, keeping the two of you connected, while your hands aren’t available.

“You want this cock inside of you? Gonna be my good little slut, hm?” his filthy words only make you want him more, you shake the cuffs in attempt to free yourself so that you can touch him, wanting him inside of you faster.

The taunting tuts he gives you, warning you about rushing him. Ransom is especially thorough when it comes to giving pleasure. He likes to make sure no stone is left unturned, leaving you a puddle of satisfaction with shaky legs for further proof.

“I need it inside of me, i need you. Make me your slut, use me for your own pleasure” you plead, doe eyes returning as you bite your lip seductively. That’ll do it, the final nail in your coffin, clearly, as he slides into you slowly, filling you up inch by inch.

Two sets of eyes close in tandem as pleasure envelopes both of you. All of your stress from the last 48 hours vanishes in a heartbeat. Tension disappears.

You know you have to face everything soon but this is a short term distraction, one you are both welcoming with open arms. It’s what you need right now, no harm in satisfying that.

His thrusts speed up as he grips your legs, pushing them up and back. Folding you over so that he can push down on the backs of your thighs, using it as leverage for him to go to town. Fucking into you with reckless abandon, giving you all that he has. All of his confusion about the new circumstance you’ve found yourselves in, all of the tension that piled on top of him the moment he saw those two lines. All of it is channeled into this moment right now.

“So fucking wet for me, baby. My god” the sound of his balls slapping against your asshole mixed with the sound of your juices each time he drives his cock balls deep into you bounces off of the walls, making you glad you live alone.

His hands move to splay across your ass, gripping it so tight that his nails dig in, leaving a mark for certain. You wince but revel in the pain of it, the beautiful pain.

“You feel so good inside of me, daddy. Are you proud of me, taking all of you like the good little slut you turned me into mm?”

His eyes darken, his brows scrunch as his middle finger circles your puckered hole, so tight, so fucking tight.

He throws his head back grunting as his thrusts get more aggressive before sucking that same finger and circling the hole again. He pushes it in slowly, blowing out a deep breath he’d been holding in until his finger slipped inside, just a little. It’s been a while since he played with your ass like this.

Oh how you’ve missed it. Pushing in and out, he works it in deeper each time, training it to take all of that finger.

God you’re so good for him, he needs you to keep being good, to keep taking what he dishes out. You’re always good, so perfect, so precious.

He loses control, rough isn’t the word for how he’s fucking you, his finger getting faster with its movements, working in time with his cock as it moves in and out of your soaking wet pussy, your juices covering it tip to base.

Yet again, the tell tale sign of an impending orgasm washes over you as you cry to be released. His one free hand moves up momentarily to pick the key up for the cuffs. You nod rapidly, signalling to him to free you. You need to be closer, you need to touch him.

Ransom notices this, smirking as he speeds the pace of his finger up a notch, working harder to push you through that orgasm you’ve needed so much. “Is my good girl gonna cum, huh? Gonna make a big mess all over daddy’s cock?Give it to me baby, come on, give me that cum, i need it like i need fucking air to breathe. Come on, slut, cum on this cock. Give yourself a mess to clean once i free those hands”

His words are enough to push you over the edge as you cry out once again, for the second time today he’s the reason for your relentless pleasure. Your pussy walls clench down on him, again and again and again, making him moan along with you. He pulls out quick, pushing the key into the lock to free you at last before manhandling you around so that you’re on your knees on the floor, in between his naked legs, sucking his cock.

His hips buck, forcing you to take all of him, one punishing thrust after another, saliva drips from your mouth each time he pulls out. His hands grip your hair, giving you no choice but to comply. All while your cum drips from your stretched out and satisfied hole.

Pleasuring your man brings you pleasure too, you can’t help but feel the same old need for more as you service his cock with your mouth, bringing him close to his own orgasm. But before you swallow it, you pull off in time for him to spray your chest. His arousal covering your breasts fully. You waste no time in playing with it, moving it all across with your fingers before licking it off slowly, seductively. His eyes follow your every move, amazed.

“You’re so sexy, you know that, right?”

You nod, confidently. You don’t always know it but in this moment right now, you believe it wholeheartedly. Nothing could stop you from showing it to him.

The taste of him makes your pussy throb non stop.

Look at you, such a desperate slut, constantly craving his cock.

His thumb strokes your chin as he leans over you, catching a drop that didn’t quite make your mouth before you take it and suck the remains off.

“That, my darling, is certainly my favourite distraction” he hums with satisfaction as he stands up, towering over you before picking you up and carrying you to the en suite. “But let’s get you cleaned up, hm? Then we can talk about that test”

You nod before resting your head on his chest as he walks you into the bathroom for a much needed shower.

Sooner or later you’ll need to face that test, and as nervous as you are. There’s no one you’d rather have those difficult conversations with.

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rogueddie · 1 year ago

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Issues T | 608 words Prompt for steddielovemonth: Love is being able to say you're sorry and mean it

"No, that's enough!" Eddie yells, slamming his hands onto the table with a deafening thud. "I'm fucking sick of this!"

"You're sick of this?" Steve echoes, upper lip curling with disgust. "How the hell do you think I feel?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know? It's not like you ever talk to me about anything!"

"Don't pretend you suddenly care now!"

"Jesus Christ, I've always cared! You're the one too fucking focused on your ego to notice what anyone else is going through!"

"That's a joke. You've never been there when Dustin needs you to sit with-"

"He doesn't need me! He's never asked for me! He needs you because you're the one that makes him feel safe!"

"He needs you too! We almost lost you and Dustin had to-"

"I know! We've already-"

"He still has nightmares about it!"

"Oh for- whatever. Dustin still needs support, got it. You do too!"

"This is stupid, you're stupid."

"That- what are you doing?"

"Leaving. I'm gonna stay with Robin for the night."

"Seriously?!"

Steve doesn't reply. He grabs the small bag that he's thrown a change of clothes into, grabbing his shoes and keys, and slamming the door shut behind him.

Eddie gawps at the empty doorway for a minute, only moving to follow when he hears the beemer roar to life.

"Steve!" He tries.

But Steve ignores him, barely sparing him a glance, pulling out and driving away.

"What the fuck," Eddie whispers to himself, reluctantly going back inside.

He knows too well how much worse an argument can get if he tries to follow Steve on the rare occasion that he needs to leave.

But he also expects Steve to be back in the morning, either with his tail between his legs or demanding an apology.

He does neither. He doesn't come back in the morning.

Or the afternoon.

Or the evening.

The sun has long since set by the time Eddie parks on the street outside the Buckley household.

"Eddie," Robins mom greets warmly.

"Hey, uh... is Steve here?"

"Yes, he stayed the night, they're just up in Robbie's room."

"Could, uh... could you tell them I'm here?"

"You can go up, dear, it's no worries."

"I know, it's... uh..."

"ah," she smiles knowingly, patting his shoulder. "Alright. I'll go let them know. He'll be down in a moment."

"Thank you."

Waiting in the cold, on the porch, is horrifying.

Thankfully, he doesn't have to wait long before the door opens again and Steve steps out, looking awkward and sheepish.

He shuts the door behind him, crossing his arms, looking anywhere except at him.

"I'm sorry," Eddie finally chokes out. "I didn't mean to push, I really am just... I'm worried about you. It scares me sometimes but I shouldn't have lashed out at you because of that."

Steve stares at him for a moment, face blank, before he frowns. Confused, he says, "what?"

"I'm sorry."

"No, I heard, it... you aren't the one who should be apologising."

"I pushed you when I should have-"

"No, Ed, you were trying to take care of me and I-"

"Steve, stop it. I wasn't listening to you. I'm sorry."

"It's ok, really. It's not like I was trying to have a conversation or something. I just got..."

"Scared?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"I'm sorry I made you feel like that. But, like... if you ever do need help with any of that, I'm right here. I want to help."

"When I'm ready."

"When you're ready."

"Ok. Thank you, Eds. I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have started yelling at you like that."

"It's ok. We'll work through it."

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gamerwoo · 9 months ago

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[Tales from the Pack] Jeonghan: Sold (Part Five)

Characters: Jeonghan x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, fluff, angst, reader is referred to as ‘blue’, mentions of death, mentions of human trafficking, lots of mentions of abuse, reader's been through the wringer lmao

Word count: 4,559

Summary: If Jooyeon and Baekhyun never went snooping around the black market, they would’ve never discovered the human trafficking ring and wanted to help. They would’ve never discovered you inside one of the many cages full of people, and Jeonghan would’ve never went against the alphas and demanded they help. But for you, Jeonghan would do anything, even if it means bringing back trouble from a past he never knew about.

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He felt guilty metaphorically keeping you caged up at the house, but Jeonghan wasn’t taking any risks with you. The market was off limits for you – no exceptions. Maybe he could find one in a different region of the Capitol, but at that point, it seemed basically pointless to even go because of how long the trek would be.

However, you seemed perfectly happy as is. You loved going outside and watching his brothers chop wood or weed the garden, or whatever their chores for the day were.

“Why don’t you pull your weight, Hannie?” Mingyu would call, shirtless and sunburnt with sweat dripping down his skin as he stood upright with an ax in one hand.

Jeonghan would stay standing in his spot behind you, his arms around your waist – you learned he was very touchy, but it made you feel safer somehow – as he watched his brothers with a shit-eating grin, “No, I have to look after Blue.”

Even though you said you were fine with the name Blue, Jeonghan kept trying to think of a new name for you. He didn’t want to have Blue stick with you because he felt like it would just keep that awful part of your life attached to you. He was going to give you a better, happier life, and Blue would be left behind with it.

However, Jeonghan still didn’t have any answers about your past. He didn’t want to ask too many questions, but he wanted to know everything about you. Not just because he wanted to get to the bottom of this strange fear of yours, but just because he really did want to know everything about you.

Meanwhile, you were always hyper aware of your surroundings now knowing that you lived in a house with a bunch of humans. All of the humans appeared to be female, so you thought that maybe you’d stand a chance if you had to fight one off. But Jeonghan was always by your side, and had already promised you that he was significantly stronger than any human. Wonwoo had handed you a thick, old, leather book with a soft smile. He told you there was a whole section on werewolves that you could read about, so you were working on that. It did confirm, though, that Jeonghan’s promise was true.

One of the humans – an intimidating-looking girl with short, dark hair – seemed all too eager to volunteer to fight Seungcheol as proof, but he tiredly sighed and shooed her away.

Still, you stayed on your guard.

There was one girl that kept walking up to you and striking up a conversation. Jeonghan said her name was Jiaying, but everyone just called her Jia. He said she was half werewolf, but appeared mostly human other than her ability to find her way into people’s dreams. You had yet to decide if you trusted her, but so far, she was nice.

Did you think she could still turn on you in a second? Yes.

…Until you realized she was blind.

Despite your mixed feelings toward Jia, you still felt uncomfortable around so many humans. So you didn’t mind that Jeonghan took you outside often. He never brought you anywhere toward civilization, but you still enjoyed it. In the few days you’d been there, he’d brought you on little walks through the woods, had taken you to see streams where a couple of his brothers that would tag along would fish, a few clearings, and he even brought you to a waterfall that was absolutely breathtaking. You both figured that the less time you spent indoors was for the better – but for different reasons.

But that was why Jeonghan should’ve expected that he’d wake up one morning to an empty bed. He’d slept so soundly beside you that he didn’t even feel you get up, so he was immediately in a panic despite sensing no danger.

“Where’s your–” Jihoon didn’t even get to finish his sentence when he saw Jeonghan sprinting down the stairs, before the taller wolf was racing out the front door, barefoot.

“Y’know, if he stopped for a second, I could’ve told him where she was,” Junhui mentioned casually as he poured himself another cup of tea.

Jihoon simply shrugged, not bothering to go after his brother, “Eh, he’ll find her.”

Sprinting, Jeonghan followed the pull to you. He ran through the forest, easily ducking and dodging and pushing passed branches and twigs. He didn’t care if he didn’t sense danger. You were missing. That was dangerous enough to him.

After what felt like forever to him, – it was only a few minutes – he could finally see some light through the trees. It was a clearing he had brought you to before. It was mostly just tall grass there, but there were a few little groups of yellow, blue, and purple flowers here and there. But he still couldn’t see you.

He broke through the trees into the clearing, and he paused to take in his surroundings and really see if he could find any visual clue as to where you went. But that was when he saw you.

Toward the middle of the clearing, Jeonghan could see someone lying face-up in the grass. He could just barely make out the highest points of your body over the grass, and he let out a sigh of relief. And as much as he wanted to scold you for doing that to him, he forced himself to remember that you were stuck in a house with something you were afraid of, and you didn’t really have anywhere else to go to get away from it.

Plus, it had only been a few days, so now really wasn’t the time to start scolding you. Maybe later on in the relationship he would start nagging you a bit more.

You saw him out of the corner of your eye as he walked up to you. You were watching the clouds slowly roll by in the sky, and you only glanced over at him before going back to the clouds.

You really appreciated Jeonghan. You felt a weird connection to him ever since you first laid eyes on him, but he had really shown you over the last few days that you could trust him. He made you feel safe, and those odd feelings you felt before were only getting stronger. You didn’t know what you’d do without him. You owed your entire life to him because if it weren’t for him, you probably would be dead or who knows where.

He sat down in the grass beside you. He had looked you over quickly before he sat down just to make sure you were completely unharmed, but once he realized you were, he felt like he could relax.

What a way to wake up, he thought.

“Why’d you leave so early?” he decided to ask, wanting to whine about how you didn’t tell him but figuring that might come across as a bit too controlling – especially considering where you were only a few days prior.

“I’m not stuck in a cage anymore,” you sighed peacefully, letting your eyes close as the sun warmed your skin. “I’m enjoying every minute of my freedom that I can. That, and…the human thing.”

He nodded with a chuckle of his own, “Right. Well, I’m glad you can stretch your legs now.”

He laid back, looking up at the sky with you. He suddenly felt your fingers wiggle under his hand and wrap around it, so he did the same, his heart fluttering. A content rumble came from his chest, and he heard you giggle. You definitely heard that.

“How do you feel lately?” he wondered, still looking at the sky. “Better than before, I hope.”

“Still a little scared, but…I feel safe with you,” you decided to admit.

A soft smile spread across his face, “I love to hear that. I only want you to feel safe.”

A nice silence fell between the two of you as you just enjoyed each other's company and how nice it felt to hold hands. You just liked being close to Jeonghan, and you hoped he felt the same. He must’ve if he was around you all the time, right?

“Can I ask something?”

Your eyes opened to look over at Jeonghan, “Of course.”

If he made you feel safe, maybe now was a good time to ask about your fear. Maybe he could get some more information on you and where you came from.

“This might be a little silly to ask, but…if you are a human, why are you afraid of them?” he asked slowly, turning his head to meet your eyes.

Your eyes focused on the grass the the small flowers speckled between the two of you instead, your thumb nervously rubbing over Jeonghan’s skin as you let out a soft sigh, “I guess it does seem silly…since…none of you seem to be afraid…”

“It’s not silly, darling,” he promised you. “We all just want to understand so maybe we can help. But don’t talk about it if you’re not comfortable.”

Something about Jeonghan calling you the pet name made your heart flutter. Nobody had ever called you a sweet name like that. But because you weren’t looking at him, you wouldn’t see the small smile that spread on his face because he heard your heartbeat change.

“Obviously, I was born to humans,” you began after a moment of wondering how exactly to explain everything when you didn’t quite know everything yourself. “I don’t know much about my mom because she died when I was a baby, but my dad was the one who killed her.”

You heard a soft gasp leave Jeonghan’s mouth, and you glanced up to see shock on his face, but he quickly tried to compose himself. You continued regardless.

“Nobody knows why he did it. So I was sent to a children’s home since he went to prison. I don’t remember much, but I don’t remember anyone really being nice to me. I was the youngest for a while, and some of the kids said the people who ran the home hated me because I couldn’t take care of myself for a long time. A lot of the kids there showed up at an age where they could be forced to be self-sufficient.”

“You were just a baby,” Jeonghan interjected, disgust in his voice. “How could someone run a children’s home and treat children that way?”

You scoffed, “You’d be surprised. So, yeah, they were just really mean people, and the kids were really mean.”

“Weren’t any of them nice?” he wondered. “There had to have been some kids who didn’t bother you. You weren’t the youngest forever, so maybe some of the younger kids didn’t bother you?”

“Some didn’t bother me, but I didn’t trust them. One girl was… I thought she was my friend, but then she started doing mean things to me with the others. She was always standing with them just staring at me and just…letting them do it.”

“But you got out eventually. You had said you were on the streets at one point.”

You nodded, “Yeah, you can only stay until you’re 18. The workers often reminded me they didn’t keep track of any of my information when I got there, so they didn’t know my name or my age. They just knew when it was around the 18 year mark and kicked me out. I only stayed because I at least had a roof and a bed. Then on the street, I had nothing, and strangers went out of their way to be mean to me. One person might toss me some change every now and then, but another would always steal it or beat me up for it, so it never really mattered. It didn’t matter if one person was kind because the majority would ruin it.”

Jeonghan was starting to get why you were so afraid of humans now. Your life seemed pretty horrible, and it was all because of ways humans treated you.

“And then one day, some grabbed me in the middle of the night and put something over my face,” you continued, “and then I just…woke up in a cage. And that was it.”

It took a couple beats of silence before Jeonghan breathed out a, “Wow…”

“Yeah…” you nodded slowly with a tight-lipped smile.

“I’m…so sorry,” he said softly.

You took a deep breath and let it out, looking down at your hand still intertwined with his, “One of the people in my cage used to say ‘everything happens for a reason’ and they’d repeat it all the time, over and over. I think I started to believe it.”

His eyebrows furrowed as he studied you. Why would you possibly think that? What could’ve been worth going through all of that.

“What do you mean?”

“Well… If I didn’t go through that, I wouldn’t have met you, I guess,” you mumbled shyly, suddenly feeling self conscious about the words coming out of your mouth. You weren’t sure you’d ever said anything so…mushy to someone.

And while Jeonghan didn’t necessarily agree that sort of abuse was worth it, he was too giddy from your words, and leaned over to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“And the rest of your life will be the happiest life anyone has ever lived,” he promised. “I’ll make damn sure of it.”

“I found one.”

Jaemin’s head whipped around to see Sanghun entering the den, a small smirk on his face.

“Seems to be the only live one left,” he added on.

Most of the people in the cages were killed or succumbed to their injuries before the pack got there in the morning. But for the last few days, Jaemin’s pack had been tracking down any scent they could pick up, trying to find lost mates. Most leads went cold, trailing off into nothing as their scent had faded. Others led them to dead bodies that had dragged themselves into the woods before passing. But then, there was a scent that Sanghun had picked up on that wasn’t too far away from the market, and he would get strong whiffs of the scent in waves.

That led him straight to you.

“Who is it?” Jaemin asked.

Sanghun shrugged, “She doesn’t seem to know anything about herself. Doesn’t even know her own name. They just call her Blue.”

“Who’s ‘they’?” Haru asked with a scoff.

To that, Sanghun’s smirk widened, “Oh, you guys are gonna love this.”

That piqued the other four’s interest, all golden eyes on the second oldest now.

“Looks like some other wolf imprinted on her.”

Their eyes widened, excitement on their faces. They loved nothing if not a challenge.

“There’s another surprise, but I’ll let you see that one for yourself, Jae,” he continued. “I think you’ll need to step in to lure this one in.”

“What’re you guys doing here?”

Cooper opened the door to Chris, Minho, and Jisung. The latter looked absolutely horrified, like he’d seen something one would only see in their nightmares. Minho seemed mildly concerned, while their alpha looked tired but still a bit worried. It gave Cooper a weird feeling in her stomach that she didn’t like.

“Where’s Blue?” was the first thing out of Chris’s mouth.

Cooper’s eyes widened as she slowly asked, “Why…?”

“Don’t be anxious,” Minho sighed. “If you start acting anxious, his’ll get worse.”

He gestured to the youngest of the trio, who glanced wide-eyed between him and the female wolf in the doorway.

“Can we come in and talk?” Chris asked. “There’s something…concerning we think everyone should know about.”

“Yeah, of course,” Seungcheol appeared from behind Cooper, gesturing for the three to come inside.

The beginning of the conversation already had some of the pack coming to see what was going on, but Chris’s question had the rest of them gathering in the living room where Seungcheol had decided to bring them for this debriefing. Some of the mates followed and gathered with the rest of the pack, while others were either napping or decided to decline the invitation. They were sure they’d hear about it later, anyway.

“Okay, now,” Chris began calmly, “before anyone–”

“We think the pack found us!” Jisung blurted.

Minho rolled his eyes, and Chris let out a sigh.

Seungcheol’s pack seemed confused by what he meant until Seungkwan asked, “Wait, the one Blue was sold to?”

“We don’t think they found any of us,” Minho quickly clarified. “We think they found out the mates are missing.”

“How would you know that?” Jihoon asked, eyes narrowed as he studied the younger pack.

“Because some of us like to go places we shouldn’t be going,” Chris said pointedly.

“We were in the area,” Minho clarified. “Obviously, we were curious, so we made 100% sure that nobody was around. We were safe. Don’t blow a gasket, old man.”

Chris put his tongue in his cheek but said nothing, eyes rolling instead.

“The place was totally ransacked,” Jisung continued. “They offed the rest of the guards, and it was obvious what kind of creature had done it. Plus the place just reeked of werewolf. So they’re definitely pissed.”

“We need to get Blue back here,” Soonyoung stated, suddenly sitting up from where he was leaning against the doorway, arms uncrossing as he looked to see if anyone else was as worried as he was. “We have to tell Jeonghan.”

“Soonyoung, I get the urgency, but–”

“There’s no but!” Soonyoung exploded, cutting off Seungcheol. “Those wolves could be out there right now and it’s her and Jeonghan versus who knows how many!”

“But,” the eldest alpha continued like nothing had happened, “Blue’s been caged up for who knows how long. Let her enjoy the last of her freedom for today, okay? Jeonghan’s always on hyper-alert with her. He knows the situation well enough. We’ll set a curfew after they get back, but just let them stay out for now.”

The room suddenly went from a calm meeting, to chaos. Everyone ducked their heads and covered their ears, sharp pain going straight to their eardrums. It felt like everything was shaking from how loud the shriek was. They were pretty sure they heard a second scream that was much less awful but still loud.

After a moment, it was silent except for whoever was still screaming. Jisung’s shriek cut off just a second after, his eyes opening wide after being squeezed shut.

“What the fuck!” he exclaimed.

“I think that’s our cue to go the fuck home,” Minho said, standing up.

But Seungkwan had already booked it out of the room and straight to the stairs. Jiwoo could be heard crying from Danbi and Mingyu’s bedroom, with a groggy Danbi trying to soothe her.

“Excuse me,” Seungcheol said as he stood and followed Seungkwan.

“If that’s not a sign to go find them, I don’t know what is!” Soonyoung shouted as he followed after him.

Seungcheol found Seungkwan already in Eunjin’s room, sitting on the bed beside her while she sat up straight, staring wide-eyed across the room.

“What was it?” he asked her softly, arms around her as he gently rubbed her arms up and down. “Take your time, okay?”

“Someone… A woman…” she mumbled, eyebrows starting to furrow as she slowly came back to the current plane. “She’s been around, but…she's getting more…aggressive.”

“Aggressive how?” Seungkwan wondered.

“She’s crying harder,” she told him. “She’s crying for her baby.”

The two alphas – who had been joined by Seokmin, Jihoon, and the three visiting wolves that Jihoon had invited up – looked around at each other, wondering what that could mean. The only baby in the house was Jiwoo, but she was a toddler now, and her mother was very much alive and well.

“Alright, who has dead parents that cared about them? Because it’s definitely not mine,” Soonyoung asked, looking around at everyone in the room. “So I’m safe. Rest in peace to whoever–”

“Shut up,” Jihoon grumbled, whacking him in the stomach to shut him up.

“Do you really think that’s what it is?” Seokmin wondered slowly, sounding a little worried.

“Soonyoung, go outside and do something,” Seungcheol told him. “Wait for Blue and Hannie to come back.”

Still clutching his stomach, Soonyoung walked out of the room, grumbling profanities toward Jihoon for hitting him.

While the rest of the pack tried to think of what the significance of this ghost woman could mean, Minho tried to lighten the mood and Jisung’s anxiety by smiling, lightly jabbing him in the arm and saying, “Hey, well we’re both probably safe, right?”

You and Jeonghan spent most of the morning in the field, up until he heard your stomach growling. He squinted up at the sun, blocking the brightness of it with his hand as he let out a sigh.

“It’s about lunchtime,” he noted. “We should head back.”

You got up without complaint, rejoining hands once you were both standing, and walked leisurely back to the house.

The two of you just did a lot of talking. After your little backstory, Jeonghan questioned your relationship with Saoirse, wondering if it was a friendship. When you explained it was more that she was just the nicest one out of all the humans there, Jeonghan then questioned if you were upset by her death if you weren’t really friends at all. That was something you couldn’t stop thinking about now. Were you upset about losing an almost-friend, or were you just uneasy knowing that someone you knew had died?

Jeonghan kept your mind occupied on the walk, though. He talked about different flowers, berries, and plants you passed, teaching you about them “just in case” as he had said.

“All the mates know survival things, for the most part,” he explained with a shrug. “Obviously, Jia wouldn’t really know how to tell things apart. And we’ve tried to teach Eunjin, but her mind is…hard to keep on track.”

Jeonghan had already gone over who the girls were. He knew you knew Kyung and Cooper were werewolves, and that Ari was a werecoyote so you trusted them. He could tell you were less wary around Jia simply for the fact she couldn’t see. You’d also shot up in bed a couple times saying you dreamt of her, but Jeonghan asked her to cool it with that because it seemed to make you more tense than anything, wondering why she then came up to you the morning after the first time it happened saying, “Wow, you’re really pretty, Blue.”

He told you Danbi was Wonwoo’s sister, insisting that basically meant she was like a werewolf without being one. Soomin was a ‘sort-of’ witch, so you shouldn’t worry about her, either. Yeji was some sort of hybrid, but he intentionally left out the curse part. Eunjin was obviously a banshee, so that’s technically not human. Jooyeon was a thief, so to others in town, she was actually considered a parasite rather than a human, and Suvi was just a harmless kid.

You knew he was reaching, but you always let him babble about them to try and convince you not to be afraid, anyway.

Once you’d reached the house after your little survival lesson, you saw the back door open. Seungcheol was standing there, waiting for the two of you with his arms crossed. To you, it seemed like he was mad. You wondered if he was upset with you for leaving without telling Jeonghan.

But with Jeonghan’s heightened senses, he could see how worried Seungcheol looked. Whatever he was going to say, it wasn’t good.

“Blue, why don’t you go with Cooper to the dining room for lunch?” he suggested with Cooper already on standby, waiting for you. “I need to talk to Jeonghan quickly, and I don’t want you to miss out on first call for the mates.”

You looked at Jeonghan, then at Cooper. You knew she wasn’t necessarily the bravest out of the werewolves, so you didn’t feel quite comfortable having her be the one to guard you while Jeonghan was busy.

“Can I go with Kyung instead?” you asked.

Cooper’s cheeks turned pink as she vanished from in front of you, and you heard Seungcheol sigh in annoyance.

Instead of looking at you, Jeonghan shot Seungcheol a sharp look as he opened his mouth. But he was cut off by someone else.

“I got it,” Soonyoung said, still offering you a friendly smile despite what happened with his mate. “C’mon, Gyu made stir fry.”

You decided Soonyoung was safe to go with since Jeonghan had told you he was an alpha, so you walked with him to go get lunch. You sat between him and an empty chair, with Suvi on the other side of the empty chair, but you decided not to make much of a fuss this time because you didn’t want to upset the humans.

Soonyoung put a plate in front of the empty space on his other side before he placed one in front of you with a smile. Once all the mates had food, then the boys dug in and grabbed their own servings. Multiple times, someone would mention to leave enough for Seungcheol and Jeonghan, and Minghao even had to take some from Mingyu’s plate once to put back on the serving platter for the two missing wolves.

About halfway through lunch, the two walked in. Jeonghan sat beside you in the empty seat, but you began to get worried maybe there was a ghost there because Soonyoung seemed to be hugging and holding hands with something that wasn’t beside him as he picked from their plate.

You didn’t ask about his conversation at the table. You waited until he brought you to the backyard to get started on his chores to ask.

“I don’t know how to tell you this…” he began slowly.

Your stomach sank, and he could tell how worried you got.

“There’ll be a few…restrictions now,” he told you.

“Like what?”

“You can’t...really…go wherever you want anymore. You should stick close to the house. And you can’t stay out for too long, or too late. And you should always be with one of the wolves, okay?”

When he looked at you, he looked almost pained to tell you. He looked sorry. You weren’t sure why. You didn’t even know why he was worried to tell you that. It wasn’t even anything bad.

You just shrugged, “Okay.”

He looked surprised, “Are you sure? I don’t want to tell you what to do, but it might not be safe considering everything.”

You scoffed, “This is still way better than where I was before.”

“Someday things will be easier, and you can do whatever you want and go wherever you want,” he smiled. “Promise.”

“You sure promise me a lot of things in the future,” you joked.

“Yeah, because you’ll still be stuck with me then,” he grinned as he wrapped his arms around your torso, holding you to him like he was trying to hold you captive, but his grip was far too light.

“That sounds more like a threat than a promise,” you laughed.

“Some consider it both.”

#k-labels #seventeen #jeonghan #seventeen au #seventeen imagine #seventeen scenario #seventeen oneshot #seventeen fic #werewolf!seventeen #jeonghan au #jeonghan imagine #jeonghan scenario #jeonghan oneshot #jeonghan fic #werewolf!jeonghan

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meaningofaeons · 2 years ago

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i absolutely love the way you write jing yuan! can you do some general domestic hcs for him? like him coming home after a long day at work and what'd you'd do together?

or on the weekend, where he doesn't have work, some cute sleeping in shenanigans before reader has to drag him out of bed

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⊹ character(s) - jing yuan ⊹ word count - 803 ⊹ notes - gn!reader

hi anon!! ty for the req!! I'm so sorry it took so long for me to get around to it </3 hope you enjoy !!! (=♡ ᆺ ♡=)

Now, Jing Yuan is a man of dignity.

He's the General of the Xianzhou Luofu, for Aeons' sake. Though he may nap on the job occasionally, nobody would ever question his status and majesty.

Well, nobody except for you.

It's difficult to take him seriously when he's composed one minute on screen, delivering a speech to the masses with poise and honor, and the next thing you know he's practically flopping into your arms once he gets home, completely deadweight.

Even if you wanted to scold him for throwing himself at you, it's impossible.

The General looks like a puppy when he gazes up at you, sleep-ridden expression doing nothing to get rid of the shine in his eyes upon seeing you.

"I'm home, my dear."

And his honey-like voice soothes your senses the moment he greets you.

He sounds so unbelievably happy and relieved, it's adorable.

Jing Yuan doesn't really enjoy doing anything too excitable or bothersome after a long day at work.

Really, if he had his way, he'd spend every day (working or no) in your arms, snuggled up in bed. Maybe with Mimi cuddling you two as well.

He's not opposed to some activities, though.

If you offer a game of chess or a walk around the gardens of Central Starskiff Haven, it's unlikely he'd deny you no matter how tired he is

But sometimes he will have to gently let you down—especially so if he's already made his way to bed and can't bring himself to rise from the plushness of the mattress.

(If you do end up going out, halfway through the walk or chess game he's probably going to hang off your shoulder and start snoozing lightly)

Jing Yuan can nap and doze just about anywhere and everywhere, but when he's in bed, there's not a chance in Hell of waking him.

Let him hold onto you, though.

Even if he'd rather not do anything at all once he's off work, he's still quite clingy to you.

Will groan and grumble like a child if you need to go on an errand or some such

Tries very hard to convince you to just stay with him.

Please bend to his will!! He works so hard, just let him enjoy the time he has to snuggle up to you

Stroke his hair, run a gentle caress over his face, he'll melt into your touch

Odds are he either gets home very very late and it's time for bed anyhow, or he gets home midday/afternoon and sleeps enough to ruin his bedtime

If it's the latter, he might be the one to ask you to take a walk and admire the stars together, surprisingly.

Jing Yuan is like a cat in that he can kind of sleep as much as he wants to, but sometimes he appreciates going out with you more than cooping up inside!

Now onto the weekends... You can't tell me this man is the worst on days off.

No need to get up for work? To him, that's as good as 'no need to get up at all.'

Obviously, there's stuff to be done around the house, or he made a promise to train with Yanqing that he may have forgotten about once he felt your hand stroking his white locks in the morning...

Not to mention, not only does he not get out of bed himself, but he has a vice grip on you making it so you can't get out of bed.

"Jing Yuan, darling. I need the restroom."

"Mmm... five more minutes..."

"I'll come right back."

"Ugh..."

I swear, if you thought he was petulant about you leaving during his afternoon naps, he's a whole new breed of childish in the morning if you so much as scoot away from him a bit

Forget about getting him up to do any chores or run any errands.

It'd be a miracle if you yourself managed to get out and finish them.

Once you manage to escape his grasp and run the errands you need to take care of outside of the comforts of your home, you will in most cases return to a somewhat guilty Jing Yuan who has taken care of the household chores in your absence.

You had scolded him to get up and get ready to go ten times before giving up, so the guilty conscience it put on him was very deserved, but...

He may be a bit lazy, but he's far from a slob, and he's certainly not ungrateful enough to you to let the household work go unfinished in your absence.

Besides... once your warmth had vanished from beside him, he found it a bit easier to drag himself up.

He's quick to latch right back onto you when you get home, though.

#jingyuan #jingyuan x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai #honkai x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #anon

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foreverburningstar · 2 years ago

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Anakin with an oral fixation?

Anakin with an oral fixation.

⋅⟡⋅𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯⋅⟡⋅

⋅⟡⋅𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘎𝘕 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

⋅⟡⋅ 𝘔𝘋𝘕𝘐 18+ 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺

(i got so carried away so heres my first post of my writing for anakin, i tried my hardest to make it gender neutral, this is kind of like a drabble/headcanon situation going on here, idk 💀)

Anakin has to have stuff in his mouth, he has to, it’s sorta like a comfort to him, like a small simple headcanon of mine is he chews his nails, he bites pencils and yk stuff like that but his little fixation shines through the most when it comes to you.

it really can vary from it being affectionate or it being sexual. he can nibble on your hands and fingers and even the outside shell of your ear why? because why not? little nibbles on your arms and legs when you’re having some time for yourselves. sometimes little nibbles and sucks start from your ankles to on your calf and then thighs, anywhere on your torso, (your underarms if you’re nasty like i am) your collarbones, your neck until ultimately you start feeling things are getting too hot, and you’re overwhelmed by his sucking and biting of your body parts. he’s teasing without even knowing or maybe he does know, because he’s all over you except where you really need him to be. which is between your thighs.

once you’re basically trembling in his hands you ask as nicely as possible or even beg as nicely as you can to get him where you want him. as much as he would love to get a real taste of you he makes you wait because where’s the fun in that? so he continues with his little game of bite and suck just a bit longer, he sucks and occasionally bites at your nipples, really taking his time. he stays there not until you can’t take it anymore but until he can’t take it anymore and needs to have his mouth and tongue on your sex.

he could stay there forever just leaving his mouth on you, he loves it, he wants it to be him and only him to ever has his mouth on you, he wants you touched but by only him. so finally as he finishes his work of leaving hickeys wherever he can, he’s between your thighs and licking up all juices that came out of you as he was working on his art, you’re the canvas and his mouth is what he uses, he left red, purple and sore marks everywhere. you’re his artwork, his favorite canvas to use. whenever his mouth isn’t on you it’s for air or for him to tell you such degrading words or words of praise, or both. he sucks hard and releases to make a pop sound just to say “you taste so good angel” and “i bet i can make you cum with just my mouth, huh? you’d like that wouldn’t you?” while kneading the inside of your thighs “for me to just use my mouth, you’d cum just like that, you’ve done it before, that’s just how much of a slut you are for me”

he can be so possessive as we already know that about him “Maker, you’re such a whore but just for me right?” and you can’t form a word in your state so he uses his finger to press a gentle but firm poke at any of your sore hickeys to get your attention, to get an answer out of you and immediately gets his mouth back on you and sucking and making such obscene noises but he wants to hear you say it “yes— yes ani!” he doesn’t like the answer so he stops

“yes what?” you whimper from the loss of contact, you just want to push him back onto you, to make you feel good until you get to that delicious high that he can only get you to, but you won’t so you answer “im— im a whore, im such a whore for you ani, mmm— just for you” his dick has been hard this entire time, it painfully aches and it aches for you even more when such filthy words fall from your pretty lips. he wants to be in you already, he wants to touch himself, he needs but he puts himself through the torture because it’s good, it feels too good. your release is key to his, like he can only cum once you’ve already had your first orgasm, it shows his devotion to you. he wants to be good, good for you, too you, so he stays there lapping up any juices you give him. he goes slow, painfully slow when he thinks you’re close but only for his own amusement, but he starts back up again with such a pace. he just cannot get enough; his groans and moans send vibrations that really put you right where you want to be, need to be, the edge. so you beg for him to let you cum, “please, please, please ah!— ani, anakin! im gonna cum, can I? please can I?” as much as he’d love to keep going to keep you dangling at the edge he lets you because he knows you’ve been so good for him. he doesn’t want his mouth off so in muffles as he’s smears his mouth and his tongue dances right on that spot that makes you go way past that horrific edge he tells you “Go on, c’mon cum for me, you can do it” and you do. you whisper lines of curses, thank you’s and anakin’s as you finally get to let go of the tight feeling that was building up for so long. anakin can taste the juices that spill out of you and he takes and tastes all of it, he gets into a state of high knowing he was the one who made you feel so good.

“Oh my love, mmm you taste so good” he’s hovering right above your face and his lips are on yours before you got the chance to breathe, and you can taste yourself on him. your juices and his saliva is a mix that just works. he pulls away and he whispers sweet nothings as he kisses your ears and collarbones and begins going lower, you can hardly hear his praises but they’re being taken straight to your heart either way. you feel anakin’s hot breath on the insides of your thighs once again and your hands shoot straight for his face “wait wait no, it’s— it’s too sensitive” of course knowing anakin, you use all the strength you can muster at the moment and pull him up to your chest, and adjust him right to your perked up nipples are, to at least give him something to put his reddened lips around. once it’s your turn and you’ve managed to gain feeling in your legs again you have to make him feel as good as he made you feel, he deserves it after all.

hope this was good! it definitely was fun to write! sorry if there are any mistakes I’m like half asleep.

#vals writings #ani wani #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #thanks for the msg!!#val’s dead now #cherriesandwine11 #anakin smut #star wars smut #star wars imagine

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yours-etc · 9 months ago

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🪱🩷 wiggly worm wednesday🪱🩷

this very special wiggly worm wednesday is for @someforeignband <3 we have been obsessing over THE steddie album— Conan Gray’s Found Heaven— for months now and it’s time i did something about it!! so here is a little blurb i wrote <3

Eye of the Night 🦇

Steve could feel something watching them as he walked Robin over to Vickie’s. He house wasn’t far from Steve’s place where they were hanging out before hand, and when Vickie rang asking if Robin wanted to stay the night, there was no stopping that lesbian from practically running out of his front door. He offered to drive her the handful of blocks, but she refused. Saying that this was probably one of the last few nice fall evenings they would get before winter made it unbearable, and she needed to let out energy before she got to Chrissy’s. Steve just laughed and told her he would walk with her just to be safe.

“Well aren’t you just my night in shinning armor!” She cooed as they left his house.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up Buckley, but this gated community is really dangerous. A raccoon could come out and bite you at any moment,” He said leaning into her, “Racoons with rabies!”

Robin pushed him away and pointed her finger angrily at him, “Don’t even joke about that with me Steven,” she said in a stern tone that has long lost its affect on Steve.

And so here they are making the track to Vickie’s place. He hates to admit it but it is a lovely night out, just cold enough to need a jacket but not too cold that your bones start to ache. But there was a nagging feeling at the back of Steve’s mind.

Something is watching them.

Something is following them.

He tried to shoo the thoughts away, but ever since Vecna he’s always been on edge, never feeling truly safe anywhere. He’s trying to get over it, but it’s difficult when shit keeps happening in the god forsaken town. The kids all say that there’s no reason to be worried, no reason to fear, Vecna was the biggest bad guy and they took care of it, nothing else is going to happen.

Except that’s what they said the first three times. So sue him if he wants to stay prepared.

Robin picks up her pace slightly when Vickie’s house comes into sight, “Alright Steve-o see you tomorrow at work!” She runs off leaving Steve at the stop sign at the end of the road like a parent watching their child go to school for the first time, only its his best friend going to try and sleep with her long time crush she won’t make any moves on.

He watches until he sees the front door open and Robin walk in. Once she’s inside he lets out a deep breath he’d been holding and turns around to start walking home.

Steve could feel whatever it was the whole way back. He’d hear a rustle of leaves, a snap of a twig, a breath not coming from himself. The closer to home he gets the more wound up he becomes. Thank god he grabbed his keys before they left the house, and thank god he always left his bat in the trunk of his car. He’s only a turn and a few houses down when he feels whatever it is that’s been trailing him get close. He doesn’t know how he knows, but something tells him they are closer now and he needs to run. His hunch is only confirmed when the street lights start to all flicker around him.

And so he does.

Without warning.

He takes off running as fast as he can pulling out his keys to unlock the trunk when he gets there. He can hear quick footsteps speed up with him, which only pushes him to go quicker. He hears a snarl? Growl? Something not human for sure, come from the thing behind him when he takes a sharp turn down the street his house sits at the end of. It take both no time as all and what feels like hours to reach his car and get the bat out.

Once it’s in his hand he turns around to find…nothing.

The street is quiet and the lights have stopped flickering.

Steve stands there and waits. He’s not stupid enough to think it left. And sure enough out of the corner of his eye he sees a figure dart to his back yard. He takes after, this time being the one who follows. But once again, when he gets to the backyard, it’s empty. The pool he should have drained moths ago sits completely still, not a single ripple being made. The only light comes from the pool and his house which is too far back to provide any kind of helpful light to him.

“I know you’re back here,” He says into the darkness.

There’s a small rustle and nothing else.

“What do you want?” He says still surveying the area. He looks around slowly trying to see if anything is amiss, if he can even make out anything in the dark.

Then he hear it, the sound of his back door sliding open. Steve is just quick enough to see the lights get turned off. He takes off immediately, barreling into his own house like he’s the fucking intruder.

Once again, there’s nothing at first.

But this time the science is broken quite quickly by a creek of the old wood floors and quick steps up the stairs.

It’s then that Steve realizes he’s being lead, played with, this thing wants him to follow this goose chase. For what though, he’s not completely sure. If it wanted to kill him there was plenty of time to do that already.

More aware of his position, he’s cautious climbing his stairs. When her makes it to the hallway it’s only his bedroom door that is open. He can feel cool air from his room window down the hall creating a chill in the house. In his room he finds an open window and something small sitting on the ledge. When he edges closer, bat still tightly gripped in his hands. The small item reflects the moonlight. It’s a ring, a fairly normal ring, silver with a blackish blue gem in the middle.

Steve has seen that ring before.

He gasps and drops his bat running the rest of the distance to the window to pick it up.

“Eddie?” He says to himself, almost like a prayer, closer to a plea, full of desperation, words getting half stuck in his throat. He looks at the ring like it’s the most precious thing in the world, holds his like it could disappear at any second. This is Eddie’s ring, the ring he gave Eddie the summer before… well before everything happened. Steve never thought he’d see this ring again.

He doesn’t flinch away when familiar arms wrap around his waits pull him back into a warm chest.

He doesn’t flinch when warm breath against the crook of his neck causes goosebumps to cover his skin.

He doesn’t flinch when lips graze his ear and soft curls brush his cheek lightly.

“Did you miss me much Stevie Baby?”

No pressure tags i just want to see what y’all are cooking up! (if you want to share!)

@theroundeviloftable @cheerscoops @someforeignband (HA i tag you back 🙂‍��️)

And of course anyone I didn’t tag POST YOUR WORMS I WANT TO SEE THEM!!

#k scribbles on paper #stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #kas!eddie #post vecna #pre/established relationship my beloved

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noirandchocolate · 3 months ago

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Today I would like to share a story with you about Master Kohga's Mama, Hotaru. It takes place when he was about seven years old.

(At the outset, please recall that Kohga's name wasn't Kohga when he was a child. However, because I am not sharing his before-name at this time, I will refer to him in this story as 'Little Kohga' nevertheless. Additionally, Hotaru called him by a nickname of his before-name that meant something sweet. So for purposes of writing this story, she will call him 'Sweetness.')

~~~ When Little Kohga was young, he loved to chase after kids a few years older than him. He was physically bigger than most of the other seven-year-olds. Thanks to his Nana, Master Kohga, he was also already learning many arcane techniques that nobody else--certainly no other child!!--would ever be able to do. And so, Little Kohga considered himself way too grown up and strong to hang out with the little kids.

Pah! He much preferred running around with his friends Daqo, and Laissa, and Mayu, and all their friends. These kids were ten and eleven, and even had their first masks already! They'd gotten them at the start of the year in autumn, and now it was winter. So is was a common sight, to see Little Kohga the Heir's Heir in his veil, playing with and (although he didn't think of it this way) being a bit of a mascot to these older boys and girls.

One day, Mayu reported that her older sister, who was seventeen and working on her Footsoldier training, was assigned to guard one of the secret doors that led to a tunnel that in turn went outside to the Highlands. Daqo, who was taller than everybody at the time and rather the demons-may-care ringleader of the band, got the very exciting idea to go out there and play. Technically (more than technically, absolutely), kids their age weren't supposed to be outside anywhere but in the confines of Karusa Valley without an adult, and technically (even more absolutely than that, if possible), Little Kohga at seven wasn't supposed to be out without an escort at all. But they tricked Mayu's sister into leaving her post for a few minutes, and out they went!

And they had a glorious afternoon! Running around after each other in the snow, throwing snowballs, rolling around to make shapes, jumping off rocks into the drifts, playing all sorts of games. Even now, Kohga remembers this fondly, as a very rare time when he got to feel the (albeit freezing cold) air outside and see the blue sky somewhere beyond the canyon's walls, when he wasn't training and having to focus with Nana. It was exhilarating being part of the group, and getting away with something, too.

Except, of course, they didn't get away with it. Eventually, Laissa's dad was the one to catch them--Mayu's sister snitched!!--and they all got dragged back inside.

And Little Kohga was brought to his Nana, who was so mad she didn't even yell. She just spoke, in a grave and harsh tone, saying she couldn't believe he would be so disrespectful as to break such an important rule! She said she expected better of her grandson, than this kind of foolishness. Little Kohga's ears burned red with embarrassment and shame and anger.

His Papa, the Right Hand, brought him back to the family's little quarters, and showed Mama Hotaru that their son was safe, and told her what Nana had said. Papa started to say that since nobody got hurt it shouldn't be as big of a deal as the Master was making it out to be--which was how Little Kohga felt! his heart swelled with gratitude for his father!--but Mama stopped him. She just said, 'I will take care of this.' And the day went on, and Little Kohga dreamed that night about building the biggest traveler frog statue ever out of snow, impressing all his friends and even Master Nana.

Early the next morning, Hotaru got her son up out of bed, putting her finger to her lips to tell him to stay quiet. She helped him dress, and they dressed warmly indeed. Mama even put on her big white fur coat with the hood, and made sure Little Kohga was wearing his warmest gloves and boots. Little Kohga couldn't even ask her where they were going or why! All Mama said was, 'I want to show you something,' before wrapping a scarf around his neck and adding his veil to finish the outfit. And then...the two went up through the very same tunnel the children had used the day before, and out into the Highlands.

When they were some way into the snowy landscape, farther than Little Kohga had run with his friends (though he could still see some remnants of their playing), Mama stopped at a small ledge of rock near a hill, and beckoned her son to crouch down with her and peek over the edge. Once they were hidden behind the rocks, Mama lifted one side of her coat and draped it over Little Kohga's head, pulling him close next to her.

Little Kohga looked up, and saw that his mother had turned herself white--the bits of her hair that could still be seen, the usually red Eye on her mask, the rest of her clothing...all, all white. An illusion! That was something Little Kohga's friends were learning how to do, that Kohga himself hadn't been taught yet. He could make a double of himself, and grab onto metal things with his energy, and even make three small pointy balls come out of nowhere when he concentrated hard, but illusions and disguises were something Nana thought he'd learn anyway, with the other children, and it wasn't quite time for that yet. So, seeing his mother change herself like this took his breath away for a second. Mama could do such wonderful things. But why was she hiding herself--and hiding him too?

Mama pulled him close, and whispered, 'Look, Sweetness. Do you see the hole in the hill there? Watch carefully.'

Nothing happened right away. But it was as if Hotaru had known exactly when to arrive at exactly this spot, because moments later, what should appear skipping over the snow but a beautiful snowcoat fox! And it really did look like snow. This deep into winter, even its paws were silvery white. Its fur shimmered in the sunrise. It was carrying a small rabbit, and it headed right for the hole in the hill Hotaru had pointed out.

As Little Kohga watched, spellbound, two fox kits poked their heads out of the den, then came out for their breakfast. Unlike their mother, the babies were deep brown, almost black in color. Mama Snowcoat pulled meat from the rabbit's belly for them, and they gobbled down the pieces.

After a few moments, Mama Hotaru spoke again, her voice still low, just for the two of them. 'Do you see, how these children stand out?'

Little Kohga glanced at his mother and tilted his head. Why would she ask that? The answer was obvious. He nodded, and tried his best to keep his voice down. He didn't want to scare the kits. 'Mmhm. The snow's white and they're black.'

Then Hotaru said, 'That is you.'

For a second, that didn't make sense. Little Kohga wasn't a fox. But then, it hit him. What Mama was trying to say. At least, he thought he understood.

'I stand out in the snow?' he whispered.

'You do.' With that, Hotaru gently pulled her son back from their lookout over the ledge, to sit behind the rocks. She kept him wrapped up in her furs and pulled him in close against her warm body. Little Kohga couldn't help snuggling into her.

'And not just in the snow, Sweetness, ' Mama continued. 'Everywhere. Because you are Yiga, and you haven't learned yet how to hide it.'

Little Kohga shivered. He'd heard it all the time, from his teachers and Nana and everyone, really, that all Yiga had to stay secret, outside of Karusa Valley. Because it wasn't safe. Because if Gerudo or Hylians caught you, they'd kill you. That was why Mama and Papa and Nana looked different in their rooms, around just each other and him, than they did with anyone else. That was why everybody wore masks in the first place. Not to mention there were lizalfos and other monsters to worry about. The world was dangerous. He'd just...never really thought about it.

Now he was thinking about it. He squeezed harder into his Mama.

'Don't worry, my love,' Mama told him, tilting his chin up. Even though she was wearing her mask, and he was wearing his veil, he thought he could see her face in his mind's eye. She was smiling. 'You will learn. But for now, that's why we have the rule. So you little foxes stay safe inside our burrow, until you know how to be white.'

Little Kohga gazed at his Mama, his mind suddenly sparking with hope and ideas for the future and his heart as always full to the brim with love for her. It all made sense. Yes! Maybe he was still just a kid now, so he'd stay inside the Complex and have the grownups protect him, but someday--!

"Can I look at them some more?" Little Kohga asked, and Hotaru nodded, helping once again to cover him up so the kits and Mama Snowcoat wouldn't see. They watched together while the family had its meal, until the mother fox barked just once, the babies jumped back inside the den quick as a wink, and the lovely white creature pulled the rest of the rabbit in with them all.

A moment later, the two Yiga stood up and started to walk back to the secret entrance, Mama letting her colors fade back in and Little Kohga staying by her side and keeping his eye out for any other interesting animals.

'You know, Sweetness,' Hotaru said, her voice thoughtful. 'Winter kits are rare. Those children will be bigger and stronger than their friends born in the spring, once summer comes. Just like you are, my big brave boy.'

Little Kohga basked in the praise, more of a strut entering his step as he made his way over the snow. Mama got it. She knew he was special. But while Little Kohga was thinking this, he didn't notice that his Mama had slowed down, and was now quite a few paces behind him.

'Still, it doesn't do for foxes or boys to let their guard down!'

Little Kohga turned around just in time for a snowball to hit him in the shoulder. He blinked in surprise, but his Mama was already bent down to roll up another. He let out a joyful whoop, and dove into battle.

Mother and son played together in the white, laughing and tackling and tossing, until the sun had climbed higher in the sky and it was time to go back into the warm tunnels and rooms of home. They had a bath, Little Kohga had his lessons and training for the day, and the family had dinner all together, even Nana.

And that night, the future Master of the Yiga Clan dreamed of little white foxes, running all together under a bright blue sky...

...and turning red, and purple, and golden, and every other color he could imagine.

#yiga clan #master kohga #age of calamity #legend of zelda #kidk headcanons #hotaru #kidk says stuff #phew this sure turned into a full-on mini fic!#((kohga still has a very vivid all-senses memory of being there with his mama with her warm fur-coated arm over him))#((nowadays post-calamity with things so different he's taken little yiga out of the complex under the sky and among other people))#((and it makes him think of this. and how *these* little foxes might not *need* to be white *all* the time. <3))#((but how nonetheless he has a responsibility to keep them safe just like his mama and all the rest of the clan did and have done for him))

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wreckedhoney · 5 months ago

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still thinking about that bts shot "looks like Obi wan has hijacked Anakin and padme's honeymoon" and the tag "#necessary third party obi-wan kenobi my beloved. invited to the honeymoon the way a couple would bring their dog with them" and imagining a universe where soon-to-be-newlyweds anidala just let themselves (particularly anakin lbr) be weird with it early on. padmé recognizes that anakin is enamored and Not Normal about obi-wan, anakin grapples with what obi-wan really means to him, and the way this is executed is, naturally, to kidnap obi-wan, but like softly. like clumsily dropping a frog into water already boiling.

Obi-wan, come with us, we just want to share something with you very quickly. Yes, of course, Senator, Anakin, what is it exactly? and boom, it's their wedding. obi-wan standing as witness with the droids thinking, No…Are they serious? But why? But I'll have to snitch though. Is that the plan? Do they want me to snitch? but as soon as the ceremony is done they each take him by the arms, and start walking. What is the meaning of this, he says, and Do you know you'll have to leave the Order, Anakin, and Where are we going? obi-wan gradually feeling more panicked while padmé tries for pleasantries and anakin tries for apologies and promises that he'll take care of the issue on his own, and soon enough obi-wan realizes that they and padmé's attendants are leading him quite forcefully towards a craft. Oh, you'll love it there, padmé says. Where? obi-wan doesn't ask shrilly. Help, he says next, to someone they pass by, but he isn't sure exactly how or from what yet and so the plea doesn't come across as serious enough to act on. It'll be a good place to help you relax, anakin consoles. Where? obi-wan asks again. everyone is now inside the craft. they do not let go of his arms. Unhand me, he says, probably calmly, except no one does. surely he's not actually in any danger. WHERE are we GOING, Anakin- and the craft is up. the land he sees out the window appears farther and farther away. he's considering breaking and jumping right out of the window. anakin holds onto him tighter. Are you going to kill me to keep me quiet, obi-wan asks, because he has always been eloquent and clear. Of course not, anakin answers, and with an odd inflection adds, We're going to our honeymoon.

OUR honeymoon…?

Our honeymoon, it's confirmed, matter-of-factly.

in a few hours, obi-wan will be facing a beautiful shore, and whether or not he is anywhere close to relaxing is, well, up in the air.

BONUS: it doesn't take long for obi-wan to feel less like an outsider and more like it really is a honeymoon, one that he's an unwilling participant of, not separate but wholly part of it. the romantic dinners, the stay-in holovid nights, and perhaps most crucially, the scenic stroll on the beach.

except what "stroll on the beach" truly means is obi-wan is making his best attempt at an escape yet, gunning full-sprint on the shore where anakin's most hated type of surface should come in obi-wan's favor. still, anakin and a handful of attendants and droids are at his heels, but obi-wan is able to make it to a boat, one that could reach the shipyard, and he starts it before any of his pursuers can climb aboard as well. It's over, Anakin, he'll scream from his position at the wheel, because he can see the stubborn gleam in anakin's eyes. I have the high ground - which is to say, the boat's dock is too high for anakin to jump without the risk of obi-wan disrupting his landing in some way. and yet- anakin makes the leap, hurling high and far, reaching over the dock- where obi-wan throws the rope that the boat came with so that it tangles around anakin's legs and he stacks it. obi-wan quickly tries to wrestle the other so he can toss him over the side while simultaneously undoing the tangle so anakin doesn't just, like, drown.

it doesn't work, and as soon as anakin is free, they wrestle one another on a moving boat that neither of them are steering. You were the chosen one, obi-wan begins to roar, frustrations at last reaching a peak. You were supposed to bring balance to the force, not- not whatever this is-! ("this" being bring obi-wan to a holiday against his will to form an obtrusively romantic attachment post-"illegal marriage" while convincing him not to snitch; very unbalanced) at which point anakin may respond with something equally frazzled and dramatic as they pause to catch their breathes, something like, I hate you, and You always do this, to which obi-wan might say something like, Do what?

This! You never just let yourself go, you never let yourself be with who you love and admit you love them, and obi-wan might give an exasperated sigh that sounds like he's reconsidering the not-drowning and say, Anakin, i do love- love you, I never hid that- and anakin would likely cut him off to clarify that he doesn't mean that love, the one he can tell obi-wan is talking about, that generic and too-distant love that insists he always keep anakin and all else at arms length. he wants more than that, he has always wanted more than that. the kind of love that padmé tries and is willing to give him. the kind he's learned he wants from obi-wan and has for quite some time.

which is, of course, all well and good, and all things that need to be said; the beginning of a conversation and road that will take time for them to navigate now that the situation has come to this kind of head. still, it doesn't stop obi-wan from taking advantage of anakin being momentarily caught up in the moment. he has since before the start of the confession gone back to steering the boat to the honeymoon's exit.

once it's noticed and before obi-wan can try to get a word in response, anakin lunges.

#obikin #fanfiction #this did not post in the ship tag at first so i thought to try again but in this second attempt it sure did escalate #kidnap trope my beloved except it's in the tone of a slapstick comedy #tmblr please PLEASE please just like. work this time babey. don't make me feel like obi-wan trying to start a rigged speeder in this au

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shaved-wampa · 1 year ago

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How can you not understand Bode..?

I had a thought. So I wrote a rant.

If you have kids, you probably understand already. But I can imagine most of the fanbase that actually played the game is pretty young. So I figured I can translate the situation for you:

...

Imagine you have this very special dog/cat. It's special, because you love it very much, but it's also well trained, obediend, deeply loyal, smart, cute,... just perfect. You would do anything for it.

But you are being hunted. You live on the run, moving from place to place, never settling down anywhere. You don't have a place you could call 'home'. You barely even interact with people, because you don't know who to trust. You don't go on long walks or to parks.

You sit inside an unfamiliar room with the curtains drawn and speak in hushed voices.

Your pet loves you and it tries hard to understand why you have to do this. But it's tired, depressed and this lifestyle is starting to take a toll on its health. You can see the pleading in its eyes every time you get up to move to yet another place: "let's stay, let's make a home, please".

But you can't. The only friend and family you have is your pet and you have to protect it at all costs; you've already lost too much and are broken to your core - you couldn't survive loosing your pet, too.

There's no one to help you, you're very lonely and very scared. There is nowhere you can run where they wouldn't find you. No way to make them stop.

Except one: submit.

You give yourself up to the people who hunt you, and do their bidding in exchange for a comfortable life and yours and your beloved pet's safety. You hope this will bring you more happiness. You hope to finally live a life that resembles the one you used to have.

And it works - at least at first. Before you betray the first friends you made under false pretenses. Before you watch your new bosses wipe out a settlement just because you reported 'enemy' presence there. Before you pay the price and the guilt sets in.

Your pet can feel how hard it is for you. It hates being left alone for so long, in this cold place where no one likes it. It hates how changed you are every time you return; it can feel the shadows that begin to claw at you and eat your soul. But it loves you and will do as you say.

So you keep up the game, clinging to the thought of providing stability and happiness for your pet. You lie and you steal and you betray and you kill. Every time a little piece of you dies, but it's okay, it's so that you and your precious pet could live well. It's worth the cost. It must be....

And little by little, the darkness surrounds you. It's so gradual you don't even notice. All you can see is the worry on your pet's face. It doesn't have the ability to explain why it's worried. You are still alone, even surrounded by all these people.

Then you find someone who you can actually consider family and have a real shot at being happy - it's a dizzying feeling, and for a moment, you believe you've finally caught your break.

But then they decide to take away your chance at the life you and your pet deserve and fought so fucking hard for... (and some gorgeous pickled jerk makes you hallucinate your worst fears ever as if they were absolutely real)... and that's the last straw. The last fucking drop of shit your life tosses at you. You crack.

You break and you break everything precious around you.

...

Now, I understand that people have different tastes in everything, and that Bode will never be some folks' cup of tea - and that's fine with me. But if you've reached this point of my story, can you at least finally see why he does what he does?

It's not an excuse. Nothing can really excuse the casualties of his quest for a better life for his daughter. But I hope we can at least agree that the circumstances weren't exactly in favor of "good" Bode.

Good Bode got fucked. Good Bode lost family, twice. Good Bode had to drag his child across the whole bleeding galaxy and feed them stolen scraps to keep them alive. Good Bode never stood a chance.

Bad Bode saved their lives. The fates of the people he was responsible for would have likely been sealed anyway, with the help of someone else. That was the regime. It squeezed the holy shit out of you until you either died, rebelled or submitted.

And Bode had a child to think of, so you can scratch the first two options.

So excuse me while I go simp for this man and write fics to put some good fortune in his path for a change. He deserves both.

#bode akuna #jedi survivor #star wars #rant #noshir dalal #because he came up with the backstory i love

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brysongallo · 20 days ago

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i dont know how to love people.

The basement was silent, except for the faint hum of the old generator and the constant, nerve-grating drip of a pipe above Aria’s head.

She sat strapped into the electric chair — again. Her body was trembling, not just from the cold, but from the aftershocks of the last time. Her shirt clung to her with sweat and blood, her hair matted, face pale and hollow.

Across the room, Bryson was chained to the rusted pipe along the wall. His mouth was torn up from yelling too much, his voice gone raw, his wrists bruised and bloodied from trying to tear himself free.

His father stood by the switch, watching her with that same calm, unreadable look that made her skin crawl. Like a scientist testing lab rats. No joy. No rage. Just calculation.

“Tell him,” he said, voice like gravel. “Or I flip the switch again. And this time, it won’t be a second or two. I’ll leave it on until smoke comes out of her ears.”

Bryson pulled at the chains again. “Stop! Please, you don't have to do this! You’re insane!”

The man didn’t look at him. His eyes stayed on Aria.

“You know what I want, girl. Tell him the truth. Something real. Something raw. You say you care about him? Then prove it. Otherwise…” He flipped the breaker halfway — a small warning shock hissed through the wires.

Aria cried out, her body jolting in the chair. Tears streamed down her face, not from the pain — not just the pain — but the terror. The humiliation. The rage.

“Aria!” Bryson’s voice cracked, desperate. “Don’t—don’t let him win—”

But she knew. She didn’t have a choice.

She looked at him, breathing like she’d just run a marathon, heart pounding against the inside of her chest like it was trying to escape. Her lips were trembling, bloodied from biting them shut too long.

“I can’t…” she whispered.

Bryson shook his head. “You can. Whatever it is — just say it. Please, Aria. Please.”

She stared at him like she was looking off the edge of a cliff.

Then her voice cracked open.

“I don’t know how to love people.”

The words came out hollow and flat, like a confession wrung out of her soul.

“I pretend like I do. I pretend like it’s easy, like I’m normal. But I’m not. I push everyone away. I ghost people. I ruin shit before it can get too close. Because if I let people in, they leave. Or they die. Or they change their mind and look at me like I’m broken.”

Her jaw clenched. She couldn’t stop now. Not if she wanted to live.

“I’ve been this way since I was a kid. Since my mom walked out. Since I had to learn how to soothe my own panic attacks because no one else gave a shit. I’m cold. I’m guarded. I joke when I should cry. I shut down when I should open up. And I’ve never told anyone that. Not my friends. Not even Emily. No one.”

Her eyes found Bryson’s, dark and wild and locked onto her like he was drowning.

“And I like you,” she said, voice shaking. “I’ve liked you for so long it physically hurts. But I never said anything because I knew I’d fuck it up. I always do.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Her breath came in ragged gasps. The chair creaked beneath her. She felt like she’d been carved open, heart bleeding out into the room.

Then—click.

The switch was lowered back into place.

No electricity.

Just silence.

His father stepped away from the panel, a small, twisted smile curling at the edges of his mouth.

“Now that’s more honest,” he muttered, before disappearing into the shadows.

Bryson didn’t speak for a long time.

He couldn’t.

He just stared at her, wrecked and wide-eyed, his chains clinking softly as he strained to move closer.

“Aria,” he finally said, voice barely a whisper, “I’m not going anywhere.”

—

The basement was quieter now.

Not peaceful — never peaceful — but still.

The overhead bulb buzzed faintly, casting a dull, flickering glow over the concrete floor. Aria was no longer strapped into the chair. Bryson had managed to work her out of the restraints with trembling hands once his father vanished deeper into the underground labyrinth. Her body was crumpled against the floor now, her back propped against the wall, her face pale and drenched in sweat.

Bryson knelt beside her, knees raw against the stone, his hands hovering helplessly. He wanted to pull her into him, to hold her, to take it all away — but she looked like she might break if he even breathed too hard.

Her eyes fluttered open. “Still here?”

He nodded. “Still here.”

She gave a breathless, bitter little smile. “Thought maybe you'd run. After everything I said.”

“I should’ve said something sooner,” he said, voice soft and uneven. “Back when things were… normal.”

She gave a hollow laugh. “Normal. I barely remember what that felt like.”

He looked at her for a long time.

Then he spoke, low and steady.

“I don’t care that you’re guarded. Or that you shut down, or push people away. I’ve seen you scared, I’ve seen you pissed off, I’ve seen you bleeding, Aria — and none of it made me want to leave.”

Her eyes flicked up to meet his.

“I meant what I said in that chair,” she whispered. “Every word.”

“I know. And it wasn’t too much. It wasn’t too late.” He leaned in, just enough for her to see the crack in his own armor. “I like you, too. More than like, if I’m honest. I think I have for a while.”

She blinked. “Then why didn’t you—?”

“Because I thought I’d mess it up,” he said, his voice breaking a little. “Because you were always so hard to read, and I didn’t want to scare you off. I didn’t want to be another person who pushed too hard.”

Her bottom lip trembled. She looked like she wanted to say something, but couldn’t.

So Bryson closed the last inch between them and took her hand, gently, like she was made of glass.

“I’m not afraid of your damage,” he said. “I just want the chance to love you through it.”

Aria stared at him, wide-eyed and raw.

And for the first time since they’d been dragged into this hell — she let herself believe she might actually survive it.

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vaya-writes · 1 year ago

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Not Quite A Life Debt - 1

A handful of f reader insert scenes with m demonic love interests. Fluff, hurt/comfort, and smutty shenanigans that lean kind of poly.

You (kind of unnecessarily) tried to save Ludwig's life. Out of pity, he lets you crash at his place for a few weeks after. It probably wouldn't be so bad, but he doesn't live alone. Reader stays with the triplets until she gets back on her feet. Smut, family shenanigans, and possibly even romance ensues.

Here's my next excuse to write about eldritch-spouse's triplets. This first chapter is a different style to my usual stuff. A succinct little retelling of the events that lead up to this story. The rest will be a bit smoother. 800 words.

Content warnings for this chapter include alcoholism mentioned in passing, risk of danger to reader, injury to reader (serious in real life, but here in fiction, depicted as mild), and brief hospital visit. Divider by firefly-graphics.

Masterlist - A03

The way you meet Ludwig is kind of stupid.

You’re living in some backwater town. Working (and living) in a hotel. It’s not a nice place. Bigoted. Incredibly. Let’s be honest, it’s a sundown town. And things are serious enough that when a clueless red demon has the gall to check in, you know things are going to go badly.

You didn’t realise how badly. Because somebody sets the hotel on fire. Yeah. It’s pretty extreme, but nobody was in serious danger. Except you. And this demon.

I mean, he wasn’t really in any danger, it’s just a bit of fire, but you don’t know that.

Long story short, you run back inside to help, when nobody else lifts a finger to put out the fire. Your town is quite rural, and there’s no local fire brigade. So, in your eyes, this demon is fucked. He’s trapped inside. Nobody cares if he lives or dies. Except you. You do the brave thing. The stupid thing. You run back into the building. Find his room. Have to break his damn door down with a fire axe.

All the while you’re standing in acrid smoke, hacking up a lung, and dizzy from smoke inhalation. Like I said, you were stupid.

He’s fine. Obviously.

He’s passed out drunk. You’d be mad, or at least exasperated, if you weren’t so panicked by the situation. You have to shake him awake. Slap him a few times, really.

Finally, he wakes. Takes stock of the situation. Looks at you like you’re crazy, or at least a little bit stupid (it’s deserved) and drags you outside.

He’s about to dump you by the gathering bystanders when you pull him back. Struggle to explain that, hey, this fire was an attempt on his life, he probably shouldn’t go towards the crowd.

Ludwig is a little bit brighter than you. Everyone saw you run back into the building. Everyone knows you tried to help him. You probably shouldn’t go towards the crowd either.

So, he sighs. Picks you up. And goes rift hopping.

You lose consciousness. When you wake you’re in an unfamiliar hospital. In an unfamiliar city. That big red demon sitting beside you is the only thing you do recognise.

You’re treated for smoke inhalation. There are x-rays. Oxygen masks. Even a few blood tests.

Speaking hurts. But it could have been worse. The smoke could have been more noxious. Your airways more fried. It could have been far, far worse. But it’s not.

And through it all, Ludwig stays by your side. He still treats you like you’re stupid, from time to time. Looks at you, shakes his head, and turns away with a huff. Amused or exasperated, you’re not quite sure.

When you ask why he’s still here, he looks at you with a raised brow. “You tried to save my life. And I’ve whisked you away from home. I should take you back when you’re done, at least.”

Then you have to explain to him that you have no home. That you’d lived in the hotel. That your possessions were surely toast. And that you had no friends or family there to rely on. Or anywhere really, but that’s neither here nor there.

Some other things happen. It’s mostly paperwork. Getting discharged is a bit of a shitshow. They’d disposed of your clothes, and you’re left with nothing more than a flimsy hospital gown and what had been in your pockets when you’d arrived. (Your phone. Your wallet. Thank fuck.) There’s a prescription or two you have to pick up as you leave.

The demon is silent through it all. Considering his options. Considering your options really. You don’t interrupt him. It’s not in your nature to ask for strangers for help. Not with anything so large anyway.

But he makes his decision. Grabs you by the wrist before you wander away from the hospital. Offers to help you, for reasons you can’t fathom.

And that’s the absurd story of how you met Ludwig. And how you subsequently ended up crashing on his couch for the next few weeks.

#vaya writes #monster romance #eldritch-spouse #demon romance

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fanfics4all · 2 months ago

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The Love He Knew

Request: Yes / No This is based off of @haileygarciasunshine prompt list that I found here!

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Dennis Cooper x Fem!Non-Binary!Parkinson!Male!Reader

Word count: 984

Warnings: Talking of Jacob’s death

Y/N: Your Name

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The loft was unusually quiet tonight. Callie and Mariana were out, Davia was probably at a bar, and the others had scattered to their own plans. It was rare to have the place to myself, but something felt… off. I had noticed Dennis slipping away more than usual today. The way his smiles didn’t quite reach his eyes, the way he excused himself from conversations like they were too much. I had a sinking feeling I knew why. So when I saw his bedroom door cracked open, the light dim inside, I followed my instincts and pushed it open gently.

“Dennis?”

He was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, fingers tangled in his hair. His back rose and fell with uneven breaths, his shoulders tense like he was holding up the world. I stepped inside carefully, shutting the door behind me.

“Hey.” I said softly, kneeling down in front of him. “Talk to me.”

He didn’t look up. “You shouldn’t have to deal with this.”

“I want to.” I told him firmly. “You don’t have to do this alone.”

A humorless chuckle escaped him, but it sounded more like a broken exhale.

“I already did it alone once, Y/N. I lost him. I let him down.”

My heart clenched. I had seen Dennis in his dark moment before, but this- this deep well of grief and guilt- never stopped breaking my heart.

I reached out carefully, brushing my fingers over his wrist. “Dennis, you didn’t-”

“Yes, I did.” He interrupted, finally looking at me. His eyes were red-rimmed, glassy with unshed tears. “If I had just been a better Father, if I had done something differently, maybe-”

“Stop.” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Please, stop punishing yourself like this.”

He let out a shaky breath, dropping his head into his hands again.

“I don’t know how to stop, Y/N.” The vulnerability in his voice shattered me. I reached up, cupping his face gently, forcing him to meet my eyes.

“Then let me help.”

His brows furrowed. “How?”

I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “What can I do for you? Please, Dennis, I want to help.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Just stared at me like he wasn’t sure how he had ever gotten lucky enough to have someone willing to stand in the storm with him. Then, slowly, he exhaled and leaned forward, pressing his forehead against mine.

“Just stay…” He whispered, his voice barely audible.

I nodded, wrapping my arms around him as he let himself fall into me.

“I’m not going anywhere.” And I meant it.

The room was quiet except for Dennis’s slow, uneven breaths. We lay on his bed, tangled together in the soft glow of his bedside lamp. My fingers moved gently through his hair, feeling the way he relaxed under my touch, his body slowly unwinding from the weight of his grief. For a while, neither of us spoke. I didn’t push. I just stayed, giving him whatever comfort I could. But I knew there were words buried deep inside him, words he never let himself say out loud. After a few more moments of quiet, I hesitated before speaking.

“Would it help to talk about him?” I asked softly. “About Jacob?”

Dennis stiffened slightly, but he didn’t pull away. My fingers continued tracing slow, soothing patterns in his hair, grounding him in the moment. For a long time, I thought he wasn’t going to answer. But then, barely above a whisper, he said.

“I don’t know…”

I stayed silent, letting him decide. Then, after a beat, he exhaled shakily.

“He was… everything.” Dennis murmured, his voice raw.

“The best parts of me, the best parts of his Mom… he had this laugh, Y/N. God, it was the happiest sound. He used to giggle at the dumbest things. I’d make a face at him and he’d just lose it.”

A small, broken smile flickered across his lips, but it didn’t last. His expression darkened, and he swallowed hard.

“I should have been better. I should have been more for him. I wasn’t there enough- I let my work, my own issues, and my selfishness get in the way. And then he got sick, and it was too late to make up for it. Too late to be the Father he deserved.” His voice cracked on the last word, and my heart shattered right along with it.

“Dennis…” I whispered, shifting closer. “You were his Father, and you loved him.”

He shut his eyes tightly. “But did he know that?” His voice was barely a breath.

“Did he know how much I loved him? Or did he die thinking I didn’t care enough?” I couldn’t take it. I cupped his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me.

“He knew, Dennis. There’s no way he didn’t Jacob had you. He had your love, your laughter, your presence- even if you don’t think it was enough, he did, and that’s what matters.”

Dennis stared at me, his eyes glassy, his breath unsteady.

“I just… I hope you’re right.” He finally whispered.

“I know I am.” I told him, brushing my thumb over his cheek.

“And I know you’re never going to stop carrying this pain, but I also know that Jacob wouldn’t want you to keep punishing yourself. He’d want you to remember the love, the happiness, him.”

Dennis let out a long, shaky breath, and for the first time tonight, something in his eyes softened. The pain was still there, still deep and raw, but maybe it was a little lighter. He turned his head slightly, pressing a kiss to the inside of my wrist before closing his eyes.

“Stay.” He murmured again.

I curled closer, my fingers still running through his hair.

“Always.”

As the silence settled around us, I knew he believed me.

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blackhill2245 · 1 year ago

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Suyin beifong x fem teen reader

Summary - fem reader gets sick while the team avatar is in zaofu

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I was exhausted, the team and I were heading to zaofu so we could throw a suprise birthday party for Lin.

We were all loaded onto the air ship. It was noisey and cramped, and all I wanted to do was go home. Well, I didn't have a home, but I just wanted to lay down and die.

If you couldn't guess, I didn't feel well, which is weird as I never get sick, I think the last time I got sick was when.... well, I can't remember.

You may be thinking,'Why don't you sleep' or 'stay home' you see I can't.

I was the one who had the idea of the suprise party in the first place, a lot of people needed convincing but I begged and pleaded, lin needed the break so I couldn't just not attend.

I radiod a-head to suyin to help set it up so it would be ready when we arrive, right now lin thinks we're on some diplomatic meeting, it was funny seeing Bolin try to lie we had to keep pulling him away so he wouldn't spill the secret.

I snap back into reality, seeing everybody get up to head off the air ship. I startle when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

I look up my eyes blurry and head thumping, "Kid?" I blink, trying to clear my eyes."Hmm? Oh, lin, " I say, finally able to see.

I see her furrow her brows and immediately stand up, I regret it immediately as my vision turns fuzzy, my head feels warm, and my ears ring. I wobble a little as lin tries to steady me. A few seconds later, everything clears up.

"Maybe you should sit down," asami says from the spot beside the door. It looks like everyone had stopped what they were doing. I let out a wet crunchy cough into my elbow, waving away the concern I waltz off the airship, nearly flying down the ramp.

Everyone exchanges looks but shrugs it off. Except for lin, she keeps an eye on me until we get to the group of people off the loading bay.

I'm not sure what happens next, but the next thing I know, I'm pulled into a hug. I relax almost immediately, smelling the familiar smell of metal and Jasmin. I sigh, snuggling into suyin.

"Hello dear." She smiles amused, and she looks to lin for an explanation. Normally, I'm not this touchy and do anything to avoid hugs or any kind of physical contact.

"She's sick." Bolin chimes in, I grunble."No I'm not" it came out muffled as I was still clinging to suyin.

I thought of suyin as a mother figure, I've never had a mother nor a father and she's the closest ove ever had, similarly lin was like an aunt, that's why I wanted to treat her, show her how much I appreciate her.

Suyin chuckles, her chest vibrating as she scratches the back of my head with her hand. "Hmmm," I smile doppily, "is she now?" From my peripheral vision, I see the gang moving inside. I blink, snapping out of it, clearing my throat. I let go of suyin. No matter how much I feel ill or how much I want to crawl back into her embrace, I planned this suprise, so by spirits, I'm going to witness it.

Suyin let's me go watching in concern as I stumbled to catch up to the rest of the group, we made it inside where the party was , we all sung happy birthday to lin who looked like she would rather be anywhere else.

The day progressed, and I kept getting worse, I was warm but cold, my nose kept running hut was blocked, my head was thumping which wasn't helped by the music, I was dizzy and felt nauseous not to mention the wheeze cough.

It was getting late, it was around 11 pm. we arrived around 6 pm. I hadn't interacted much with the group, which was normal, I was introverted, and although I loved my friends, they understood I needed space sometimes, which is why nobody noticed how unwell I was.

I crept out of the party, stumbling to a spare room unaware of the eyes on me.

Lin was about to follow me, but suyin interviewed, "I'll take care of her, enjoy the party." she spoke loudly to be heard over the music, "Are you sure?" Suyin chuckled she never thought she'd see the day. lin was worried over a 16 year old. "Yes, it's your party, go!" Lin was shood away.

I panted, finally finding an unlocked bedroom. I sighed, trying to take my clothes off, but I felt too weak and only succeeded in getting my pants half off, I felt like crying as I flopped on the bed coughing and wheezing as I went. I whine feeling uncomfterble when I felt a hand on my back.

I gasp startled, but it only led me to cough furiously into my elbow. "Shh, it's alright dear it's just me," I relaxed, turning onto my back to see her. "OH hun you do not look well at all." She sighed, placing her hand on my forehead she gasped "oh your very hot. " I smiled smugly "thankyou I know. " it turns out I had a high fever, making me feel delirious.

Saying rolled her eyes, leaving the room. "Hey!" I whisper, wanting her to come back, tears filled my eyes as I start to cry, a mixture of feeling miserable and feeling abandoned.

What felt like hours to me but most likely minutes in reality she returns with a cold towel, some medicine and tea. Immediately she spots the tears, setting everything down on the desk she rushed over, pulling me into a hug and brushing the tears away.

"I'm just so mean, huh?" She was clearly amused, but I didn't catch it, "yeah, " I sniffle.

"Well, how about some medicine and sleep?" She offers, "you stay?" I ask hesitantly, looking up at her. She nods softly. "Of course," I smile brightly before she finally notices my poor attempt at taking my clothes off. She chuckles. "Need help, sweetheart?"

I give my consent and she wastes no time stripping me, she runs over to a drawer pulling out some of her clothes. It's only then do I notice it's her room I stumbled into.

She dresses me in light shorts and a T-shirt that smells like her.

She gives me the medicine and tea, and it helps unblock my nose. Once everything was eaten and consumed and the damp towl turned into a sweaty damp towl. She helped me lay down, turning the lights off, "goodnight dear I'll be close by if you need anything" She opens the door about to leave.

I whine, struggling to stand up. Once I do, I walk over to her and cling. "OH, you're just a clingy baby, huh?" She was milking this. She was a touchy person, and I wasn't so to have me clinging to her was rather nice. "Uhhuh," I mumbled into her chest. She picked me up, not surprising me as I knew she was strong. She walks over to the bed where she sits down me, straddling her with my head in her chest.

She starts to hum her chest vibrating as she cards her hand into my hair. I relax tearing up slightly, I've never had this much affection from someone before it made me realize how much I love suyin,and how I viewed her as my mother. So I decide to tell her that as my fever makes it so I have no filter, how convenient.

"I love you," I whisper. She stops for a second hand stilling in my hair. She takes a shuddering breath, "I love you to my darling girl." I cling to her tighter, holding back tears, "you're like my mom" I tensed waiting for her reply.

"You're like my daughter too, and I'm so proud of you." she hugs me tighter. I feel a tear land on my hair, but don't mention it.

She starts humming again, gently swaying side to side. "Good night, my daughter." I smile so bright my cheeks hurt, "good night, mom.".

Although I was miserable for another couple of days after, I was happy, I got the family and home I've always wanted, and I got loads of snuggling. Turns out I don't hate physical contact, I'm just touc starved. Who would have, though?

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. I didn't have a plan for this lol I went with the flow.

#suyin beifong #lin beifong #avatar korra #fem reader #teen reader #sickness #sickfic #sick #cute #fluffy #team avatar #mother #motherly love

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opossum-writes · 2 months ago

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Mystery Man: Pt. 10

A/N: double digits, y’all 🎉

~CAELIN’S POV~

It’s late, the sun has gone to sleep, leaving the moon to keep watch over the world. I’m sat in my tent, my lantern softly illuminating the nylon walls of my temporary home in a pleasant yellow hue.

I’m planning my next course of action. Y/N found me using the clues I left. I’m not surprised, he’s always exceeded Druscilla and I’s expectations. I couldn’t be more proud. Although, I do feel guilty for not being honest, but it was the right thing. I need them to be safe.

I hear a twig snap outside of my tent. “Password?” I ask, baring my claws, just in case I need to defend myself against an attacker. “11/18/94.” I hear Druscilla’s voice answer. “Come in, my love. I’ve been needing to speak with you.” I reply, and Druscilla steps inside and sits next to me, having to slouch slightly because of her height.

“I know. Our daughter informed me. Didn’t I say not to speak to the kids? You’re supposed to he dead! Now you might actually die, because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. You know the consequences! Now what’s stopping me from filing the divorce papers?” Druscilla scolds me. “Oh, please. You and I both know you won’t do that. The only reason I agreed to those terms was because I knew you were bluffing.” I chuckle, and Druscilla scoffs.

“Sometimes I hate how much you know me.” Druscilla groans. I smile at her, and look back down at my notes. “So, I believe I have found an acceptable course of action. We report your family to the police and you can act as a rat. I could explain that i’m being hunted by your family, provide evidence, and they would hopefully put me in the witness protection program. That way I can be safe, and you wouldn’t end up locked in a jail cell for murder.” I explain. Druscilla hums in response.

“It could work. But what about the kids? They’d end up following you whenever you get moved to a safer location. They are the happiest i’ve ever seen them at Nevermore.” Druscilla replies. “I know. I have a solution for that. Remember Larissa Weems? She’s always been a good friend. We grew up together. She’s the reason i’m able to stay on campus. We could give her custody of Y/N and Kat. That way they can stay at Nevermore, and away from danger.” I answer.

Druscilla sighs, and looks at her feet, saddened by the idea. Deep down, I know she agrees. I know her better than I know myself at times. “Okay. That works. I’ll speak her in the morning.” Druscilla says, and we say our goodbyes and she leaves. I know I can trust Larissa. I hope she agrees…

~Y/N’S POV~

It’s breakfast time, and i’m stuck with mother and Kat. Enid is sat at a nearby table with her family, clearly unhappy. It looks like her mother is bothering her. Thank god I wore my wolf skin coat today. “I just remembered that I have plans with someone.” I lie, and get up and walk over to the table before my family can question me or protest.

“Hey, Enid, I totally forgot that I borrowed your laptop last night. It’s in my dorm. Come with me, i’ll give it back.” I say to Enid, trying my best to give her a look that has “just go with it” written all over. Enid gets the hint, thank god, and stands up. “Oh, yeah. Of course! Lead the way, Y/N.” Enid smiles widely, her mood seemingly improving now that i’m here. “Excuse me, boy! How dare you interrupt a conversation between mother and daughter.” Enid’s mother scolds. “You talk a lot of shit for someone with a removable tongue.” I fake a smile at her, adjusting the collar of my coat to make sure she knows what it’s made of.

She clearly wants to say something, but she bites her tongue and just turns the other way to ignore me. I grab Enid��s hand and pull her away from all the people. “Sorry about that. You looked like you wanted to be anywhere except that table.” I apologize, smiling softly at the werewolf. “Phew.. jeez, any longer and I would’ve exploded. Thank you, Y/N.” Enid smiles, her face radiating gratitude.

“So, how’ve you been holding up? A little birdie told me that your mom went all… crazy on you in the quad not too long ago.” Enid asks, her face shifting from grateful to concerned. “Oh… yeah. It’s nothing i’m not used to. Mother has always been a bit… how do I put it… like that one substitute teacher that is way meaner than the usual teacher. Does that make sense?” I explain, and Enid chuckles slightly. “Yeah, that’s one way to put it, I guess.” She replies, a soft smile returning to her face.

I can be myself around Enid. I don’t have to worry about respecting authority, or if my posture is perfectly straight. I can just… be. I can have fun. I can laugh. Something I can rarely afford. I think I’m starting to fall for this girl. That could either be a blessing or a curse, but I guess I won’t know which one it is yet.

But, I still can’t deny that I’m also falling for Wednesday. I wish I could make up my mind with just a snap of my fingers and be done with it, but, after all, this isn’t a storybook, or a silly fanfiction where the hero always gets the girl. It’s life. And i’m falling for two girls. And they couldn’t be more different.

Enid is so cheerful, her bright smile melts away any worries, and her laugh conquers a bad mood with ease. She’s kind, and a little sensitive. She’s caring, and funny, and absolutely adorable.

And Wednesday is, well… Wednesday. She’s harsh and judgmental, but god forbid anyone hurt her or someone she cares about. Her vengeance would be swift and lethal, but i’m sure she’s no stranger to torture either. She’s unlike anyone i’ve ever met before, and it’s… refreshing, in a way. She doesn’t beat around the bush, if she thinks i’m stupid, she isn’t shy to admit it. She’s quick to judge, and her words can cut like a well sharpened sushi knife. She’s cold, and unkind, but in her own weird and twisted way, she’s caring and… strangely loving.

I must be going crazy, because I’m starting to think she might feel the same. I mean, she has to, right? She would’ve pushed me off her when I kissed her at the rave’n if she didn’t. Ugh. This is all becoming a jumbled mess.

“…Y/N? You alright?” Enid asks, poking my cheek with her pointer finger, snapping me out of my thoughts. I clear my throat. “Uh, yeah. Sorry. I… just remembered that Kat need help with something, and i’ve gotta go. See you later.” I say, sprinting away from Enid. I don’t know why I ran. I don’t know much of anything anymore, to be honest.

I make it back to the quad, and it looks like Kat and mother have already left. I sigh, and sit down at the table my botany teacher, Ms. Thornhill, is at. A few other students are here. “Y/N, right?” A person sitting next to me asks. “Uh.. who are you?” I reply, raising an eyebrow at them curiously. “Willow Finch, at your service. You’ve got quite the reputation around here, tiger.” The person, now known as Willow, explains. I scoff. “Yeah. I doubt it’s a good one. I couldn’t care less.” I shrug.

“You and me both. I’ve been know as ‘Squeaker’ ever since I spoke to a stray rat during fencing. My dad thought i’d do better here. He thought I wouldn’t have any bullies to torment me. But, that’s neither here nor there. I hear you got stitches in the middle of class. Is that true? I mean… that big sewed up cut on your cheek is pretty telling.” Willow asks, and I nod.

“That’s correct. The only good thing that came out of that was a good friend and a cool looking scar.” I chuckle, and Willow smiles slightly. “Y’know, you seem like pretty good company. I’ve always wanted to speak to a tiger.” Willow says, and I shrug. “I’ll be sure to look for you next time I transform. I can’t make any sound except for meowing or hissing as a tiger, though.” I explain. “That won’t be a problem. I can speak to animals. You’d be surprised at just how much they have to say.” Willow replies, smirking slightly.

I chuckle. “Well, alright then.” Our conversation is cut short by the local town’s sheriff storming into the quad and right up to Wednesday’s father. Ms. Weems walks up to him. “Can I ask what this is about, sheriff?” She asks, a fake smile spreading across her face. “This seems bad…” I mumble, and stand up.

The sheriff arrests Mr. Addams. I wanna know why. As Mr. Addams is being walked out of the school, a really dumb idea crossed my mind.

Now or never, I guess. I turn to Willow, and realize they are standing up as well. “Can I punch you? I want to figure out why he’s being arrested.” I ask. Willow looks at me, very confused, but they shrug and nod their head. “Why not?” They mumble. “Sheriff Galpin! You’re forgetting something!” I shout to him, and he stops and sighs. “What?” He asks me, clearly annoyed. “Me!” I reply, and quickly punch Willow in the face, making sure to not use all my strength.

Almost everyone gasps, and people start staring at me, shocked. A deputy that’s with Galpin walks over to me and quickly cuffs me. “You are under arrest for assault, you have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can and will be used against you in court.” The deputy explains, escorting me out with Sheriff Galpin and Mr. Addams.

The creaky barred door to my cell shuts behind the deputy with a loud bang. I’m locked in a holding cell, and right next to my cell is Mr. Addams. “What’re you in for?” I ask him, walking up to the bars separating us. “Oh, you’re Wednesday’s friend, right? Y’know, I wasn’t sure about you at first, but after that little show you gave everyone earlier i’d be happy to have you as a son-in-law.” He says, smiling at me.

“Wait, what? No, Wednesday and are just friends! We’re not dating!” I say, my eyes widening at his statement. “Oh, you can’t fool me. I know a smitten boy when I see one. After all, I was enraptured just like you are now when I was your age.” He explains, flashing me a knowing smirk. I sigh. “I guess I can’t fool everyone. I do have feelings for Wednesday, but… I also have feelings for another girl and it’s one big confusing mess. But that isn’t important! The only reason I punched somebody was to get exactly where I am now to ask you what you did.” I say.

“It’s important. I’ve been in that situation before, you know. When I was your age, there were two girls who liked me. My now wife, Morticia, and Larissa Weems. And you wanna know how I chose who I wanted to be with?” Mr. Addams says. “..How?” I ask, and he smiles at me. “I followed my heart, and it led me right to Tish. We’ve been together ever since.” He says.

Huh. That seems like pretty sound advice. “Thank you for telling me that, Mr. Addams. When the time comes, i’ll follow your advice.” I say, scratching the back of my neck. “Anytime. And, please. Call me Gomez.” Gomez smiles at me. I nod.

Right as i’m about to ask him why he was arrested, a deputy guiding my mother walks in. “You’re getting out, kid. But if you pull another stunt like this one, you won’t be so lucky as you are today.” The deputy explains, and they open up the cell door.

“Y/N Ashcroft, you are lucky that my job pays well. If it didn’t, you wouldn’t be as privileged as you are.” Mother scolds me. “Oh, hello Druscilla! How are you?” Gomez asks, and mother turns to look at him and smiles widely. “Ah, hello Gomez! I hope Y/N behaved himself in his cell. Are your teenage antics finally catching up to you?” Mother asks, laughing.

Gomez laughs and sticks his hands up. “It’s something else, Dru. This time i’m not as guilty as I am for what you’re referring to!” Gomez laughs, and mother smiles at him. “Ah! Well, I hope things go well. It’d a shame for an innocent man to be convicted of a crime he isn’t guilty of.” Mother says.

The two old friends say their goodbyes, and mother escorts me to the car. Once inside, she turns to face me, her expression stern and cold. “You’re lucky that Gomez put me in a good mood. Otherwise, your ears would be bleeding from hearing me rattle on about my unwavering disappointment in your actions. Really? Punching someone in front of the town’s sheriff?! I thought you’d at least have the common sense to wait until he’s gone!” Mother scolds me.

“That was the point! I wanted to be arrested. It was a dumb plan to get me with Gomez so I can ask what he did. If it’s about the monster in the woods, I need to find out. It was just a small move in a bigger game of chess.” I explain. Mother sighs, and starts the car. “You sound just like your father. Next time, don’t get caught, and please, don’t get yourself killed hunting down that monster. You’re strong, but everyone has limits. You’d be smart to keep that in mind.” She explains, and starts driving…

To Be Continued…

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