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idk if you wanna do this but stepcest smut wth ethan landry and reader??? xx sorry if it’s to much

Hiiii! This is the longest thing I've written so far! I hope you like it, I love to build up a story lmao

Pleaser - Stepbrother!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 2, Part 3

Summary: Your stepbrother is getting sick of your innocence facade after seeing the real you.

A/N: I know this won't be everyone's cup of tea, and that's fine. But I've had a few requests like this, so I wanted to write something for the people that are into it. lol, it's 3.6k words, ya girl's been working on this for HOURS.

Your stepbrother is a pain in your ass. Not that you’d admit it out loud though, because your mom thought you were always sweet all the time. You never complained, never acted out, never did anything you shouldn’t.

Ethan saw right through your “Act” as he liked to call it, after running into you at a house party when you’d both graduated. He saw you in the corner, sipping a mixed drink as some loser was trying to get in your pants. He nearly choked on his drink when he saw you go upstairs with the guy, and he immediately felt the jealousy wash over him.

Since then, around your mom and his dad, he’s never made it seem like you were anything other than the narrative you created. When the two of you were alone, though, he loved to do things that made you squirm in your seat. Like the day he was hard as a rock in his grey sweatpants, walking through the kitchen as if nothing was wrong. Or the time he came into your room to ask you a question, wearing only a towel that was hanging lowly on his hips, the water droplets from the shower still on his chest and shoulders. You could never forget the time his hand trailed up your thigh at the dinner table as he was having a normal conversation with his dad, and dirty thoughts ran through your head. After that night, you decided that he needed to sit across from you instead.

He knew you thought he was attractive, and how awful you felt for feeling that way. You’d kind of hoped your mom wouldn’t marry his dad, because you had a crush on him before the night you were introduced to your mom’s new boyfriend and his son. He felt the same way, as he eyed you from across the table that night. Before you knew it, they were engaged, then married.

You had this hot stepbrother move in a few doors down the hall from you, so your innocence act was upped a few notches, hoping that would deter him from trying anything with you. It worked for a while, but after that party, it all went up in flames.

“Hey, sweetheart. Wayne and I want to go on a little weekend trip since we didn’t go on a honeymoon. Do you think you’ll be okay here with Ethan while we’re gone?” Your heart pounded in your chest as your moms’ words as you sat at the dinner table.

“Yeah, I hope you two have fun,” you said, a fake smile plastered on your face to hide how nervous you were.

“I’m sure we can find plenty of things to do,” Ethan said, a smirk playing on his lips. You kicked him under the table, the pained look on his face making you smirk right back at him.

“I’ll leave money for takeout and whatever you guys might need. We’re going to drive up tomorrow night to beat the traffic,” Wayne said, not noticing the interaction.

“Okay, cool. I’ll keep the place clean while you’re gone,” you said to your mom, as Ethan rolled his eyes.

After dinner, you offered to do the dishes so your mom and new stepdad could pack for their trip. With the dishwasher being broken, Wayne volunteered Ethan to help you dry them.

“Do you always have to be such a kiss ass?” he asked, drying a plate and putting it in the cabinet in front of him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, as you scrubbed food off another plate.

“You’re always trying to please people, it’s annoying,” he said lowly, as his dad popped in the kitchen to grab his extra phone charger.

You exchanged smiles with Wayne as he grabbed it and walked back out.

“Like that! You always try to make it seem like you’re this innocent person, but I know you’re not,” he said, taking the plate from you.

“I still don’t know what you’re getting at, Ethan.”

His eyes grew wide as he started to get frustrated.

“Quit playing dumb, I know you’re into me, too. I know you think things about me that you shouldn’t. I see right through you, baby.”

You dropped the fork you were washing back down into the sink and grabbed a towel to dry your hands.

“You finish the dishes, asshole.”

Your words were quiet enough for only Ethan to hear you, but they were full of venom. He started to laugh to himself as he stood in front of the sink, finishing the dishes.

Later that night, you were still mad. Ethan was intentionally trying to push your buttons, and if he was going to play dirty, you could too.

When you finished your shower and walked out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, you heard Ethan walking behind you. You smirked to yourself as you accidentally dropped your phone on the floor in front of you.

You bent over in front of him to pick it up, flashing your exposed pussy to him. He stopped in his tracks as he took in the sight, feeling himself getting hard.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were behind me,” you faked embarrassment as Ethan muttered ‘Slut’ and walked around you.

“What was that?” you asked.

He turned and stepped towards you. You were backed against the wall in seconds.

“Don’t start shit you don’t want me to finish,” he whispered in your ear as he towered over you.

Your breath hitched in your throat as your wetness started to reach your upper thighs.

He backed away and smiled sweetly at you. “I’m going to get some water, you need anything?”

You probably should’ve asked for water too, considering how dry your throat instantly got. You shook your head, as you walked into your room.

“Goodnight, sweet dreams,” he said, as you sat down on your bed.

Sexual frustration was coursing through your veins as you sat there. You were almost disappointed that the interaction didn’t go like you’d hoped. You wanted to tease him and go about your night, feeling like you had the upper hand, for once.

The next morning, you decided to go to a friend’s house while your mom and Wayne were at work. You needed to be as far away from Ethan as possible. You didn’t even want to think about him.

“So, how are things with the hot stepbrother? Is he still single?” she asked, the suggestiveness in her voice making you a little jealous. So much for not thinking about him.

“Uh, I don’t know. We don’t talk much,” you said, turning your attention to your phone.

“Well, if your parents are going out of town, maybe I could come over and get to know him,” she smirked, as you rolled your eyes.

“Ethan’s dad isn’t my parent. And we’re not supposed to have people over,” you lied, making her huff.

“Do you always do what your mom asks?”

You started to get mad. First Ethan was giving you shit, now her.

“You’re not coming over to try to fuck Ethan. End of conversation,” you snapped, as she started to get defensive.

“You know, it almost seems like you want to fuck him,” she scoffed out, “Or maybe you already are.”

“This is fucking stupid. I’m going home,” you said, grabbing your stuff.

No, wait. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” the tone of her voice was very apologetic, so you turned to face her.

“I’m not having sex with Ethan,” you sighed, “I just don’t want to talk about this.”

“Okay. You want to go to the mall or something?” she said, changing the subject.

“Yeah, I need to get new bras anyway.”

She got up and grabbed her keys, heading out the door with you.

After you made it to Victoria’s Secret, she convinced you to get matching sets of everything you bought, just in case you ever needed it.

“I highly doubt I will need it,” you laughed, as you put the sets in your basket.

“Yeah, right. I know you like to play up the whole ‘I don’t have sex’ thing, but you’re so full of shit,” she said, grabbing a few things for herself off the rack. “I know of at least 3 guys you hooked up with last year.”

“Okay, fuck you,” you said, playfully nudging her into the panty table.

“Ooh these are cute!” she said, holding a pair up. “You need these!”

You rolled your eyes as you added them to the basket. “I need to get the fuck out of here. This graduation money is supposed to be used towards college stuff.”

She started to laugh, “Yeah, well if you get dick in college then I think you’re still using it for the right reasons.”

After heading out of the mall and making it back to the car, you saw a text from your mom.

Mom: Where are you? Dinner starts in an hour, and I’d like to see you before you leave.

You: Sorry, heading home now.

“Hey, I need you to take me home. Mom just texted me,” you said, your anxiety creeping up. As soon as they left, you’d be alone with Ethan.

“That’s cool. We’ll be there in ten.”

When she dropped you off, you hurried to get inside. You set the bag and your purse down on the floor next to the door and went to the kitchen to help your mom with dinner.

“Hey, mom,” you said, giving her a side hug as she stood in front of the stove.

“Hey honey, did you have fun today?”

“Yeah, did you have fun?” Ethan asked from the doorway, holding up the bag that contained all the things you’d just bought.

You mouthed a ‘What the fuck’ to him, before responding. “Yeah, I just got some new stuff for school. I’ll be right back.”

You snatched the bag out of Ethan’s hand and took it to your room before your mom had a chance to see it.

“Who are you planning to wear all that stuff for?” he smirked. It was starting to get annoying.

“Not you,” you snapped, brushing past him and heading back towards the kitchen.

As you sat at the dinner table across from Ethan, you felt his eyes on you the entire time.

“I grabbed some groceries on the way home, so you two should be fine. I transferred some money to your account in case you don’t feel like cooking,” Your mom said to you, “Of course, make sure you use some of it for Ethan, too.”

“Of course, mom.” You smiled, “When are you guys heading out?”

“After dinner, as long as you two wouldn’t mind helping us again with the dishes tonight,” Wayne said, looking over to Ethan.

“We’d love to,” he said, his fake excitement over the dishes evident to everyone at the table.

“No need to be sarcastic,” his dad said, “I hope she keeps you in line while we’re gone.”

Ethan started to smile as he watched you.

“I think I’ll have to keep her in line.”

You tried to kick him under the table again, but he moved his leg before you could.

“I doubt that,” your mom said, taking her plate to the sink.

After dinner, Ethan took his place beside you as you washed the dishes, and he dried them. There was a strong tension there. Part of you wanted to slap him, part of you wanted to fuck him right there.

“Are you going to take this? Or do I have to hold it all night?” you asked, trying to hand him a wet plate.

“They haven’t left yet, you should probably try to keep your act up until they do,” he said, taking the plate from you.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you huffed, trying to keep busy with the dishes.

“My problem is that you were trying to make me hard last night, knowing we couldn’t do anything about it,” he said lowly, not wanting anyone else to hear what he was saying to you.

“You’re the one that’s been making me wet the last few months. I have no sympathy for last night,” you said, handing him another plate. “You haven’t had any sympathy for anything you’ve done. Always smirking and shit whenever you do something that turns me on.”

“So I make you wet?” he asked, his eyes on you.

“Fuck off, Ethan,” you whispered.

“Are you wet right now?” he asked, pressing you further to hear your answer.

“My mom and your dad are still here. Stop,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Answer the question, baby,” he whispered, when you mom walked in.

“Hey, we’re heading out now. It’s a three-hour drive, but I’ll text you when we get there,” she said, as Wayne walked up beside her.

“You two be safe. Be sure to set the alarm, and don’t forget to water the plants,” he said, before they both made their way through the house and out the door.

As soon as Ethan heard the car pull out of the driveway, he took the glass you were washing out of your hand and set it back in the sink.

“I think you still need to answer my question. Are you wet right now?”

“Fuck, yes Ethan! Is that what you wanted to hear?” you yelled, finally snapping at the situation.

He walked away from you and flopped down on the couch, turning on the tv. You followed him, glaring at him as he sat there.

“I don’t understand you,” you said, as he turned his attention to you.

“What do you mean?” he asked, trying to sound as innocent as you do.

“Oh wait, what was it that you said? Don’t start things you don’t want me to finish?” you asked, walking over towards him. “Well, I think you’ve started something.”

You crawled onto him, straddling his lap as he sat there. His brown eyes looked into yours as he waited for you to make another move.

You head leaned towards his as his hands went to your hips. When your lips touched, it quickly escalated. Your mouths moved together, only stopping to pull your shirt over your head. You started to grind against him, feeling his hard cock pressing against your ass.

“Imagine if your mom saw you like this. Her perfect, innocent daughter, trying to fuck me,” he said, placing kisses along your neck. You whimpered at the feeling as his teeth started to graze the sensitive flesh.

“Can we go to my room?” you asked, desperate for a little relief. Your core was throbbing, and your attempts at giving your clit the friction it needed wasn’t enough.

“Mhm,” he said, standing up as you stayed on him. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you down the hall.

He pressed your back up against the door as he started to kiss you again, the angle of your hips making it easier to grind his erection against your pussy.

“Stop teasing me,” you said, his face inches from yours. You were both breathing heavy, both so needy.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, looking over your face as you nodded. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Please fuck me,” you whispered.

He carried you over to the bed laying you back as he quickly got you out of your jeans. He dropped to his knees as your legs hung off the side of the bed, his large hands spreading them apart. He leaned in and started to eat you out over your panties, the material drenched in both your arousal and his saliva.

“Oh fuck,” you mewled, as your hands went to his hair.

He pushed your panties to the side, lapping at your dripping entrance. Your bottom lip was in between your teeth as his tongue started to move up, giving you clit some attention. You looked down to see his eyes connected with yours as you sat up on your elbows.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked, sliding two fingers inside of you.

You gasped as his fingers stretched you out, both of them bending to give attention to your g-spot.

His mouth attached back to your clit, his tongue gliding across it as he inched you closer to your orgasm.

It only took a few minutes as you started to feel your dripping pussy clinching around his fingers.

“Oh fuck, Ethan,” you moaned out. Your eyes screwed shut as your mouth fell open.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me,” he said, coaxing you as your hips started to jolt. “Just like that.”

His mouth gently licked your clit until you started to come back down from your high.

“I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard,” you said, as he stood up.

“That’s because you fuck losers at house parties,” he said, sliding your panties down your legs. “You could’ve had me making you cum like that the whole time.”

“Yeah, like you even noticed me at school before our parents met,” you said, a hint of sadness in your voice.

“That’s not true. I thought you were beautiful, but you were just so sweet. I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said, reaching behind you to unhook your bra. “It was too late once I saw who you really were.”

His mouth went to one of your nipples, sucking it in his mouth as his hand went to your other breast. He made sure to give each one equal attention as you started to whine underneath him.

“Do you have any condoms?” he asked, “If you don’t, I do.”

“Yeah, they’re in a box under my bed,” you said, as he smirked at you.

“Did you hide them there so your mom wouldn’t find them?” he asked, reaching under the bed and grabbing the box.

“Yeah, she still thinks I’m a virgin,” you said, sitting up as he stood against the side of the bed.

You reached over to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, desperate to get him out of them. You pulled his jeans and boxers halfway down his thighs as his hard cock stood at attention right in front of your face. You felt your mouth start to water as you leaned closer to take him into your mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, as you took him as far in your mouth as you could. His hand went to your hair to hold it out of your face as you moved your head back and forth, your spit dripping down his cock. Your hand reached up to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, twisting your hand a little.

“Okay, if you want me to fuck you, you have to stop,” he said, laughing. “Who knew your mouth was good for more than the fake niceness that comes out of it.”

You rolled your eyes as you laid back, his hand reaching in the box to grab the foil-wrapped protection.

“Hurry up,” you whined, watching him take his time.

“You almost made me cum a minute ago. I don’t want to bust as soon as I get inside of you,” he said, rolling the condom on. “Be patient, baby. We have the whole weekend to do this.”

He took a couple minutes to give more attention to your nipples, before his mouth met with yours as he slowly slid inside of you. You moaned into the kiss as he stilled inside of you, giving you time to adjust to his size.

His mouth didn’t leave yours, the two of you making out as he started to move his hips. You were both moaning and groaning into each other’s mouths, releasing the sexual frustration that started to build months before.

He pulled away to watch your face as his fingers trailed down your neck, over your collar bone, all the way down to your throbbing clit.

“Oh shit,” you babbled, the feeling of his two fingers rubbing against you as he fucked into you making it hard to form words.

He pulled your legs up over his shoulders, making it easier for him to hit that special spot inside of you. The spot that was making your vision get fuzzy every time the tip of his cock hit it.

“I-fuck..gonna cum,” you finally got out, as your legs started to shake against him. He loved watching you as the wave of euphoria washed over you. The way your nipples got even harder, the way your eyebrows furrowed together, the way you got goosebumps.

As he watched, he felt on the edge of his own orgasm. “God this pussy is so perfect. You’re gonna make me cum.”

It only took a few more pumps into your fluttering walls for his hips to stutter, groaning out as he released into the condom.

“That was…amazing,” you said, your voice showing how tired and fucked out you were.

“You want to go to bed, babe?” he asked, as he took off the condom and put his boxers back on.

“Can you sleep in here with me? you asked, as he shook his head.

“No, I think that would be crossing the line.”

You started to laugh, “So what just happened didn’t cross any lines?”

“You’ve got a point,” he said, crawling in your bed beside you. “I really think you should consider wearing some of that stuff you bought today for me, just saying.”

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pparadiselost · 6 months

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crying wolf.

werewolf michael kaiser x red riding hood fem reader clichés always hold a grain of truth to them. warning(s): nsfw, noncon, murder of an uninvolved character, breeding, knotting minors do not interact.

a big bad wolf lives in the woods near your village.

that much you know.

the wolf has been the talk of the town for years now, and no matter how many men set off to kill the wolf or how many traps had been set up to catch it once and for all, the sly beast always managed to escape the trickery of your town.

there came a point where you stopped caring about it. you had no reason to step into the woods, satisfied with your quiet life in town, and outside of the stray sheep being killed and eaten every few months, the wolf really didn’t do anything to disturb your quality of life. it must suck to be a sheep farmer while this was all going down, but you weren’t a sheep farmer, so you didn’t care.

“you ought to be more careful!” the old cheesemonger’s wife scolds you as she hands you a generous chunk of cheese. “you know, the huntsmen are saying that they’re going to form an escort group in about a week’s time. shouldn’t you wait until then to go visit your grandma?”

you shake your head. “mama said i should go as soon as possible. grandma hasn’t been feeling well for a while, and ever since the whole wolf scare, we haven’t been able to visit her frequently. i just want to make sure she has enough food, because she can’t really do much herself.”

the old wife clicks her tongue and waggles her finger. “i keep telling my husband here, they really ought to catch that wolf quickly. this is how these things always begin. a couple sheep here and there, and next thing you know, the wolf’s run off with a toddler. who’s to say it won’t develop an appetite for a pretty girl like you?”

“oh, please.” you snort slightly. “the only things with an appetite for women like me are the drunkard sleazebags that waste their money away in the taverns.”

“well, you can say that again,” she laughs. she winks as she tucks you an extra slice of sweet cheese into your basket, and she waves you off before you finish off your errands and head home.

the chilled autumn breeze nips at your skin, and you huddle under the red cape your mother’s lovingly sewn for you. it’s become your best friend when winter starts to draw close, and you’ve worn the garment for years. you’re sure you’ll wear it in due time when you’ll set out through the woods to your grandmother’s, where the bright crimson ought to serve as an identifying beacon of sorts for your ailing grandmother.

the sun threatens to set in the distance by the time you gather up all your supplies and head to the outskirts of the village, where your home is. you double check the contents of your basket at your front door, not wanting your mother to scold you for having forgotten anything.

a bottle of hearty wine? check. loaves of bread that won’t go bad soon? check. cheese, meats, and fruits? check.

“i’m home!” you called out, swinging your front door open. your mother jumps and places a hand over her heart, exhaling deeply when she notices it’s just you.

“you scared the wits out of me, dear!” she scolds, stirring intensely at the pot in front of her. “a knock before you come in wouldn’t hurt, you know!”

“says the person who leaves the front door unlocked.” you toss your boots off and hang your cloak up, and you set down the heavy basket on the already set dining table. you swing in to a seat at the table, stomach growling at the scent of fresh stew. “i got everything for grandma tomorrow. is there anything else you need me to bring to her?”

“do you think i should pack some jam for her? i have a few jars that mr. ah… what’s his name again- well, he gave me some because his sister had made too much, and i reckon that your grandmother wouldn’t have too many sweet things to eat while she’s sick,” your mother suggests. you shrug, and she wipes her hands down on her apron before grabbing at the pot’s handle. “stay put where you are, dear. hot pot coming through!”

“i don't think it'll hurt. might as well bring it over if i’m headed there in the first place,” you offered. your mother smiles at you fondly as you practically lunge for the pot, spoon in hand to scarf down a well-deserved meal.

“slow down, or you’ll get a tummy ache,” she reminds you. you swipe at your mouth with your sleeve, earning a wince from her, but she doesn’t say anything. the night quickly melts away into the everyday hum of dinner followed by a quick berry pie dessert.

you haven’t even thought of the wolf until your mother tells you to go fetch the rest of the laundry she forgot to get earlier in the day. you balance a laundry basket on your hip as you drag your feet outside, wishing you were snuggled up in your bed with a book instead. the cold wind bites at your exposed neck and face, and you scowl as you haphazardly yank at the clothes and socks hung up on the laundry line.

“stupid wind,” you grumble under your breath. you stuff some shirts into the laundry basket, but when you reach to grab at the last pair of socks on the line, the wind tussles it free from the clothing pin and the socks go flying off in the distance. you let out a yelp before running after it, watching the white socks flutter like a pair of doves before landing onto the dirt.

“stupid, stupid wind!” you doubly curse as you bend down, yanking your nightclothes up so that the hem won’t be stained by the dirt. you reach to grab the socks before something in the ground catches your eye, and you shift to take a closer look.

your eyes widen in horror.

pawprints. wolf pawprints.

you shudder and quickly stand up, racing back to the safety of your laundry line and basket. the cursed beast must have been wandering around the wilderness near your home. a shiver runs down your spine at the thought of some stinky mutt of a wolf sniffing at your laundry, and once you see that there are no more clothes left on the line, you march back home and shut the door firmly behind you.

you have nothing to fear. you’re no sheep and definitely not meal material for the big bad wolf. you don’t even bring up the pawprints to your mother once you’re inside, and you don’t even think of the wolf again when you go to bed, bracing yourself for the long journey to your grandmother’s cottage tomorrow.

…

“do you have everything?”

“yes, mama.”

“are your boots comfortable?”

“yes, mama.”

“will the cloak be enough to keep you warm?”

“yes, mama.”

you swear the entire day’s going to be over by the time your mother’s done fretting over you. she’s not only gone over the contents of your basket once, twice, thrice, four goddamn times, and she’s still convinced that somehow she magically forgot to add everything to it. she keeps fretting over you, pulling the cloak tighter around your throat and making sure the hood covers your head comfortably.

deep down, you know she means well, but she keeps fussing over you like you’re a newborn baby. you’re old enough to take care of yourself, old enough to know how the world runs, old enough to stand on your own two feet without having her circling you like some kind of anxious mama bear. which she is, you suppose.

she kisses your forehead gently, looking at you with the weathered affectionate eyes only a mother could ever muster up. “i know you’re sick of me worrying over you like this. i can’t help it—you’re my baby.”

“i’ll be back before you even know it, mama,” you joke back. “and if i’m not back by dinner, you can assume i’ll be at grandma’s for the night. either way, i’ll be back by tomorrow for sure.”

“i’ll be waiting for you,” your mother promises. she clasps your hands, rubbing her calloused palms over yours. she squeezes your fingers carefully, grinning at you despite her obvious nerves. “my baby’s all grown up! going through the woods by herself and everything… what am i going to do when you actually leave the nest?”

“oh, you’ll be fine.” you hoist the heavy basket up, flashing your mother a thumbs-up. “i’ll be on my way then. i shouldn’t dally around too much, or it’ll get late.”

“right, right. i guess i’ll bake something to pass the time while you’re gone. maybe making your favorite pie ought to incentivize you to come home faster!” she agrees with a hearty laugh. you’re just about to turn around and set off before your mother cries out a panicked “wait!”

you look over your shoulder. “huh? what is it, mama?”

“i know this is probably just me fretting,” she looks at you firmly, and she wrings her hands slightly, “but it’s better safe than sorry. make sure to never wander from the main road, okay? you’ve heard about the wolf that’s been terrorizing our village. i don’t want to risk you getting hurt.”

you’d snark back at her a bit normally, but the pure fear in your mother’s eyes makes you bite your tongue for once. “i’ll stay strictly on the path, mama. besides, the wolf’s never taken a human before. and i’m sure there’ll be huntsmen and all sorts of other people out and about at this time of day, so i’ll be okay.”

“i know,” she sighs. “it’s a mother’s instinct. i can’t help but fret over you constantly.”

she waves you off, and you’re on the path to your grandmother’s before you even know it. the weather today is perfect: brisk refreshing air, a few cotton-white clouds in the bright blue sky, and the mischievous twinkles of sunlight streaming through forest trees’ branches.

truth be told, you like these solo adventures more than anything else in the world. living a quiet life in your village has its perks, but when everyone knows everybody, you rarely get a chance to set out by yourself without the scrutiny of your entire town on your back. you hum a little song while you skip through the beaten path in the woods, savoring the solitude. it shouldn’t take you more than a few hours to make the round trip, save for a quick lunch break in the middle and maybe a snack for the road at your grandmother’s abode.

you couldn’t be happier right now. the basket swings from the crook of your arm as you stroll through the woods, admiring the wilderness. a pair of butterflies flutter every now and then, and you can make out the melodic warbles of birdsong. you wonder if it’s mating season for the creatures; the closest you ever got to romance were the fairy tales in your book (your mother’s old hand-me-downs, from when she lived in the port city before moving her to marry your now-absent father) or the occasional wedding that took place in your village (the last one was 7 years ago, when the wheat grinder’s daughter married the postman. you pressed the flowers from your corsage between the pages of a heavy dictionary).

either way, you wish your village had more to show a young woman like yourself. everyone seems happy living their rustic life, and while you were satisfied with the peace that your mother strove so hard to provide you with, you knew that the world had more to show you.

and you crave it. just as the horizon of the woods seems to stretch on forever and ever, you wonder if there’s something beyond it just waiting for you.

maybe there ought to be a great marble castle, blinding white in the distance, complete with a prince charming inside atop his great steed. or maybe big markets with all sorts of treasures from afar! sometimes when a stray merchant stumbles across your town, you’d eavesdrop on the stories they’d tell to the little kids (you always dreamed about tasting the delicious spices they bragged about. cinnamon, was it? oh, that sounded fabulous).

but instead, you’re stuck with this bumfuck, hillbilly country town. there aren’t even any good looking guys here, and you know it’ll take at least a decade to convince your mother to let you move out away from the safety of her arms. the height of gossip here is a stupid wolf running around the woods. your village is so boring that they can’t even find a human to gossip about.

sweat dots your brow once you’re a good way into your journey. parts of the woods clear out into patches of grass or the sporadic lake, and your stomach starts growling slightly. you debate pushing yourself a bit further before you decide otherwise—your mother had packed you a delicious lunch, and it wouldn’t hurt to give your feet a quick break while you wolfed it down.

you scan the nearby woods for a clearing you could sit at, and after a few more feet of walking, you’re greeted with what looks like a meadow of wildflowers in the distance. you keep your eye on the main path before plopping down on the side of the beaten track, leaning your back against a tall tree.

‘lunchtime, lunchtime,’ you excitedly think to yourself as you peel back the cover of your basket. in the corner, all wrapped up, is a pair of sandwiches, a bottle of water, and a whole apple that your mother has prepared for you. the bright noon sun above your head indicates to you that it's the perfect time for lunch, and you lick your lips as you unwrap the sandwiches.

you go to town on your food. you have to force yourself to slow down a bit so you won’t choke on your food, and you listen to the back-and-forth of bird calls as you savor the taste of tasty bread. the crisp tanginess of the apple is welcomed by your tongue after you finish your sandwiches, and you chew thoughtlessly.

crunch.

‘hm?’ you don’t even move when the sound of rustling comes from behind you. it’s probably a deer or something. the sound of rustling wasn’t uncommon this deep into the woods, and huntsmen often told stories about daring foxes or squirrels that would venture close to the tracks to fight over scraps that other travelers had dropped.

crunch.

you swallow down the final bite of your apple, inwardly wishing you had more. you dangle the core in between your fingers, and you wonder if you should toss it into the woods. yeah, that wouldn’t be too bad, right?

crunch.

the birds could pick at it for a bit, and then maybe the bugs could enjoy the sweet treat. what use would you have for an apple core? you stand up, dusting yourself off the best you can, and without looking too far into the woods, you rev up your arm and throwing the apple core as far as you can into the trees with as much force as you can muster-

-only to hit something square on with the apple core.

you blanche. what did you just hit? you weren’t looking too closely, and you had expected the apple core to unceremoniously fall somewhere on the ground and be forgotten. but instead, something of considerable size lurks in the woods, and you hold your breath as you haphazardly grab your basket and your cloak, getting ready to run for it.

“ow…,” a boyish voice whimpers.

huh??? you freeze in your place, confusion flickering through your brain as a shadowy figure rustles around the place you had tossed the apple. a voice? you hadn’t expected that. you were supposed to be the only person here.

did you accidentally hit a wandering huntsman on accident?

“w-who’s there?” you call out. “come out and show yourself!”

“i was trying to-,” the voice grumbles. you hear footsteps and the crunching of breaking branches and leaves, and you keep your distance from the voice. the figure shifts closer to you. “-before you hit me in the face with your leftovers.”

your breath stops just short in your throat when you see a young boy around your age step out into the light. you clearly look confused—you’ve never seen him before, and no one’s mentioned anything about a boy this deep into the woods.

“who are you?” you ask, your own voice hushed. “i’ve never seen you before.”

“i should be asking you that,” he huffs. he folds his hands over his chest, and he pouts. “i want to know about you first.”

“i live in the village.” you point the way you came, down the path. you make the wise decision to casually leave out your name and any other important information you can. “are you from there too?”

he shakes his head. “i live in the woods.”

the woods! you’d never heard of anyone living in the woods. it was pure wilderness, dangerous and scary, no less for someone who wasn’t even a veteran wilderness expert! for someone that lived in the woods, the boy looks surprisingly well groomed. his long blond hair pools over his shoulder and down his chest, and it looks clean and well maintained. his cheeks are rosy and pink, and his bright blue eyes stare you down with a kind of pride you’ve never seen before.

“that’s dangerous, you know,” you point out. “there’s a wolf that's been running around these parts lately. it’s not safe for you to be out here all alone.”

he raises an eyebrow. “a wolf, huh?”

“yeah! it’s been killing sheep in my village. everyone’s been talking about it,” you remark. “i’d take you back to my village if i could, but i can’t.”

“i’m not welcome there,” he coldly remarks. his eyes narrow slightly, as if he’s leering at you. “besides, i wouldn’t want to live in a stupid village anyway. i’m happier on my own. everyone else and their stupidity would make me mad.”

annoyance shoots through you, and you shrug. “suit yourself. i can’t force you to go if you don’t want to. but i’d rather not have blood on my hands.”

“blood on your hands, huh?” the blond boy steps closer to you. “where are you headed to?”

“why do you want to know?”

“because it’s not often that i see a girl wandering around this deep by herself. you said it yourself: it’s dangerous out here.”

you hold your ground as he steps closer, circling around you. he’s tall when he stands at full height, almost enough to rival some of the tallest men in your village. his body is toned, most likely from living in pure wilderness for however long he has, and despite the lighthearted banter between the two of you, something in your gut swirls with anxiety when he prowls around like a wild animal.

“i’m headed somewhere,” you answer vaguely. “i have some stuff i gotta deliver.”

“and it’s that way, isn’t it? opposite your village?” he approaches closer, and you whimper when he sniffs at your ear. “lemme guess… that old lady’s house on the other side?”

your stomach drops. the boy grins, his sharp canines on full display when he sees the awestruck look on your face.

“bingo! you smell like her,” he laughs easily. “that’s a long journey for a pretty girl like you.”

you pull your cloak closer to yourself, instinctively wanting to shield yourself from the strange boy. “that’s enough! i’m going to get going.”

“sure, sure.” he sends you off, still grinning like he’s won some grand prize. “be careful out there though, darling.”

he cocks his head, watching you as you start running away from him. the blond smirks to himself, your sweet scent still clinging to his nose as your silhouette flickers from his view and then disappears into the distance.

“a wolf, huh?” he murmurs. he sounds amused, still thinking about the flabbergasted expressions on your face. something inside of him stirs sinisterly.

he’s hungry, he decides.

and suddenly, sheep meat doesn’t sound as appetizing anymore.

…

horror weighs on your heart like a brick thrown into a pond. it ripples and quivers violently, forming merciless waves that spread out, swallowing up anything in its path and leaving things warped in its wake.

your grandmother’s house is trashed. the windows are smashed in, and the front door is broken. your heart hammers in a panic, and your mouth goes dry. your pupils shake as you stand a distance away from the house.

your mind is blank. what happened? robbers? wild animals? a murderer?

you know deep down in your heart that the correct thing to do is turn on your heel and run, run until you find someone else, run until another person could take care of the issue for you. but your feet stay glued to the ground, and your thoughts swirl over with terrifying ideas.

your grandmother is inside! she’s a weak, defenseless lady, practically confined to her bed because of her old age and her illness… there was virtually nothing she could do to defend herself if anyone attacked her.

what if you were already too late?

“g-grandma…!” you cry out. your basket bounces next to you as you run into the house, tears clouding over your vision. the house seems too big, like it’s swallowing you up without the safety of your grandmother. the inside of the cottage looks just like the outside. furniture overturned, big claw marks etched into the walls, and absolutely no sign of your beloved grandmother.

your blood turns cold at the claw marks.

was it the wolf?

“grandma, if you can hear me, say something…!” you whisper, too scared to raise your voice properly. “o-or move something! grandma, you’re in here, right?”

your body trembles uncontrollably. the only room remaining that isn’t within clear sight is your grandmother’s bedroom. your gut tells you to leave immediately. you don’t want to go in there, but you have to. who’s going to help your grandmother if not for you? what if by the time you ran away and brought other people, it was too late for her?

your steps echo throughout the ruined house like the toll of church bells, and you press your lips into a thin line. you reach out for the door, which, despite its dilapidated state, somehow managed to stay partially attached to the hinges. you push, forcing your head to quit spinning from your fear.

“we meet again, darling!”

your heart drops to the ground. blood paints what seems like every inch of the room, and you immediately stumble backwards, tripping over your own feet and landing like a sack of potatoes onto the ground.

‘move…!’ your brain screams at your body. ‘get up and move!’

but you can’t. the scene unfurling in front of your eyes makes your limbs feel like they were made of lead. you can’t bring yourself to do anything. you can’t crawl, can’t scream, can’t do anything except stare back up at the blood-drenched young man that looms above you with a wolfish smile.

he licks his lips. he looks exactly as he did in the woods. tall, with long blond hair and dazzling blue eyes. except this time, there’s a pair of pointed wolf ears that sprout from the top of his head and a bushy tail in between his legs. he’s splashed with crimson, and his mouth is smeared the deepest red.

“see, i knew this was where you were headed to,” he laughs. “are you looking for the old lady that was in here? sorry to tell you, sweetheart, but i think i was a step ahead of you.”

you can’t bring yourself to breathe.

“you- you’re the wolf…,” you choke out. the smug smirk never leaves the boy’s face as he leers down at you, and another wave of pure dread drops like a deadweight into your stomach when he nods.

“about time you pieced it together, stupid girl.” the boy clicks his tongue mockingly. “i always watched that stupid village of yours get their panties all in a twist trying to catch me. i mean, human or not, did you guys really think you’d catch anything with stupid traps like that?”

you raise your arms instinctively when he leans down. “please don’t kill me…! i won’t say anything- please don’t eat me!”

he pauses, and he takes a long inhale. you clench your eyes shut, bracing yourself from the crunch of your bones under his sharp teeth, and for the smell of your blood to fill the room. this is it. this is how you die. another victim to the weird werewolf that had terrorized your town for god-knows-how-long, gobbled up mercilessly in the same way the boy had devoured your poor, helpless grandmother.

he laughs again, and you shudder. you tentatively peel your eyes open, only to scream when you see yourself at eye-level with him.

“did you think i was going to eat you too? nah, i’m not gonna do that to you. i’ve had my fill with that bony old grandma of yours.” he grabs your wrist, and you yelp when pain shoots up your arm. he yanks you up to your feet, and you shakily lean against him when he drags you into the heart of the scene of the crime. you don’t want to look at all the blood splattered against your now-dead grandmother’s bedroom, and the boy flings you like a ragdoll onto her bed.

he looks so monstrous, towering over your cowering form. in every other way, he looks like a normal human, like any other boy you’d see frolicking in your hometown, but his animalistic features betray him. the gleam in his eyes mark him as unmistakably a ruthless predator, and your heart feels like it's going to give out.

“what are you going to do to me?” you eke out. “are you going to take me hostage?”

“hostage? for what? do i look like the kind of person to bargain with stupid humans?” he snorts, and when he shakes his head at your foolishness, his long hair tumbles over his broad shoulders. you look like a deer caught in headlights as he clambers onto the bed, and he presses a hand on either side of your face as he cages you in between his body and the mattress.

he’s smiling, but you can’t detect any trace of goodwill or kindness on his face. “do you really want to know what i’m going to do with you, my darling?”

you didn’t know how to respond. he leans down to your level, and you whimper when you can smell the stench of blood and death on his mouth. despite this, he presses his lips against the outline of your jaw, and you quiver underneath the boy as his tongue darts out to lick at your skin.

“i’m going to make you my mate.”

your head feels like it’s caving in.

“what-?” you flinch. “no- no, no- nonono- you can’t do that… i can’t- no, i can’t do that! i can’t be your mate…!”

he narrows his eyes, yet his lips never leave your face. he keeps kissing you greedily, and you push at him to no avail, unable to wrench his heavier, stronger body off of you. you start sobbing and crying out, yet the boy pays no attention to you as his mouth tastes your skin like a starved man.

“be good, or i’ll force you. you wouldn’t want that, would you? i don’t want to hurt a pretty thing like you,” he hisses. you sniffle and swallow back your oncoming sobs and you avert your eyes.

“i promise i’ll be gentle. besides, i’m way better looking than any of the men in your village,” he attempts to cheer you up. “c’mon. look at me. isn’t something like this more exciting than a drab country wedding? i’ll treat you like a princess. just love me, darling. does it matter if i’m a wolf or not?”

“you’re a wolf that kills! i don’t want to be with someone like you!”

he frowns, and his hands move to your cloak. your heart pounds painfully against your chest as his fingers twist at the material. your mother’s painstaking handiwork dissolves like sugar in water under his grip, and you know moving to defend yourself is futile. he quickly shreds your clothes as you cry quietly.

“you would do this too, if you were me.” his fingers trace over the bare skin of your collarbones and dip towards your breasts. his hands are sticky and warm against the chill of your body, and he cups your chest. it’s insane, how well your body fits into his big palms. he watches you with lust-stricken eyes, and his cock strains against his pants when he sees your tears wetting your pretty face and you laying there underneath him, not bothering to fight him off.

he knows. he knows you’re being obedient out of fear rather than true submission, but it’s good enough for him.

“i’m lonely,” he whispers. “you don’t know how it feels. having to kill to live. having to stay in the shadows. having to always yearn from afar because all of those stupid humans can’t see that i’m more similar to them than i am different.”

“t-that’s no reason to ruin my life…!” you protest. it’s a last ditch effort, but you shakily inhale anyway. “please… let me go. we can pretend like none of this happened. i promise i won’t tell anyone anything. i’ll give you my word. just… i can’t be a wolf’s wife- i can’t- i can’t do that-”

he shakes his head. “i want you. you talked to me in the forest. offered me help. treated me like a normal boy my age. i was too scared, so i hid my ears and tail, and you were none the wiser. that- that’s enough proof, isn’t it? that with enough time, you’d come to love me for who i am…”

you let out a strangled cry as a hand starts groping your tits, rough fingers brushing over your sensitive nipples. it feels foreign, having your boobs touched like this, but a dull heat thrums deep inside your stomach. the boy looks entranced as he stares down at your form. the way your plush chest molds and bends to his hands makes him desire you even more, even if he’s aware that you’re terrified to death of him.

“i can’t let you go. i can’t,” he doubles down. any of the remorse you had managed to wrench out of him disappears bit by bit, and he groans as he paws at your body greedily. “god, you’re just so pretty… i have to have you.”

you clench your thighs together. his lips meet yours, and you nearly vomit at the taste of iron on your mouth. he’s clumsy, but he kisses you so hungrily, eager to lap up any semblance of affection. you grip at the sheets as his hot tongue swipes at your closed lips, and you’re determined to deny him. he frowns into the kiss, and you feel a twinge of pride well up.

the wolf exhales angrily. the hand that’s been roaming your chest twists at your nipple harshly. you yelp at the pain, and the boy shoves his tongue into your mouth, moaning into the kiss. you start thrashing slightly. he doesn’t heed any mind to your discomfort, and if anything, he begins grinding his clothed hips against your thighs.

he can’t get enough of how you feel. your kisses are like honey to his mouth, and his body melts at the feeling of you against him. you know he’s going to leave bruises all over your tits from how hard he’s grabbing at them, but despite everything that’s overwhelming you, the heat that pounds against your core only builds.

you can’t breathe. you clench your eyes shut and try to bear it, try to work through the sparks of pleasure that cloud your mind from having your breasts molested, as the wolf kisses you how he wants you. your mouth tastes foul when he finally pulls away, and a string of saliva connects the two of you momentarily.

you glare up at him.

“i want to fuck you…,” his voice trails off. “i want to fuck you so bad. but i have to be gentle. i promised to treat you well…”

your pussy curls at the thought of taking the wolf’s dick. he bucks his clothed erection higher and higher up your legs, and he moans shamelessly into your mouth as he kisses you again. he slobbers all over your mouth like a feral dog, his tongue slithering into your throat like he’s fucking your mouth.

you don’t enjoy this. you don’t want this at all. yet you can’t ignore the throb that pulses at your core, the way your walls squeeze every now and then painfully against nothing. you’re not turned on by this—you’re not. you want to convince yourself of that so badly, but every time you realize the situation you’re put in, pinned down to a bed with a werewolf that wants to stuff every inch of his dirty cock into your cunt, arousal swirls inside your body.

his hands trickle down to your pants, and fear pricks sharply at your heart.

“i’ll be a good mate.” he peels the rest of your clothes off, mimicking the gentleness of a human lover the best he can. “i can be like a real human husband. no, i can be better. i know i can be better than any of those stupid boys in your village.”

you shudder when cold air rushes at your bare cunt. the slick that coats your slit is undeniable, and the boy’s pupils widen at the sight. he swallows, and you watch as his neck bobs. even by human standards, he’s handsome, and your body betrays your mind as he coaxes your thighs open.

“you want me too, don’t you?” he asks. he offers a weak smile. it’s almost sickening, how someone who mercilessly took everything from you can pretend to be a human in hopes that you’d grant him any pity. “i’ll make you feel good. i’ll be everything you want me to be.”

he lets go of your legs, and he grabs at his own clothes, shredding them apart. he groans when his cock springs free of his pants.

your heart drops into your stomach.

“i-i can’t take that-,” you choke out. “that’s too big! you’ll kill me- i’m not kidding…!”

he tilts his head to the side, and he shrugs. his cock is inhumanly huge, and if he were to put that inside your cunt, you swear that you’d be able to feel it in your throat. it’s long and thick and swollen up to an angry red. a few prominent veins run along his length, eager to stuff itself into your soft and vulnerable cunt. his balls hang heavy and big, undoubtedly filled with all the cum that he wants to fuck into you.

he grabs at your thighs again, and you squeal loudly in protest as he keeps you pinned in place.

“stay still-,” he grunts, “it’ll hurt less if you stop squirming like that! you’ll get used to it with time. it might hurt a little, but it’ll feel good with time… now shut up, and let me fuck you already-”

you grit your teeth and brace yourself as he starts rubbing his length against your lower lips. he moans softly, savoring the way your warm body feels against him. you can feel his cock twitch dangerously against your folds, and you whimper in a mix of pleasure, disgust, and fear whenever his cockhead catches at your sensitive clit.

he lines his cock up at your fluttering hole, and you stop breathing. your chest feels tight, and your head feels blown out. you prep yourself for the oncoming pain, but he pauses for a moment.

“give me your name.”

you blink. “huh?”

“if- if i’m going to take you to be my mate, i should know your name at least. before i do this,” he whispers sheepishly. your stomach twists with hatred. why should he care? he’s going to do all of these horrible things to you, so why is he even bothering to pretend to play the act of a caring lover?

“yours first,” you hiss. “if a wolf like you even has a name.”

“i do.” his response surprises you. “michael. it’s michael. i have a human name like you do. i heard that it means ‘he who is like god.’ now tell me yours.”

you lay there for a moment, dumbfounded. you didn’t expect a monster like him to have a label like that. and less so a name as blessed as “michael.”

you hang your head. “...(y/n).”

he hums, and you flinch when his cockhead threatens to break into your hole. “it’s a pretty name. a perfect name for a perfect mate.”

you bite the inside of your mouth and properly brace yourself. he pushes his hips in slowly, his gaze fixed on where his cock connects with your pussy. you weren’t sure exactly what you were expecting, but the pain comes faster than you thought. it burns and stretches, and you cry out, stiffening and lashing out, trying to get him off of you.

“hurts…! ‘t hurts-!!” you screech. you pound and claw at his shoulders, yelling and immediately bursting into another onslaught of tears. the tears are hot and heavy as they trickle down your face, and your legs shake uncontrollably. it genuinely feels like he’s splitting you into two, and the torturous pain makes your head flash white.

michael nearly falls on top of you. your cunt is disgustingly warm and inviting, and it stretches out and envelops him. it’s hot and wet and tight, and despite your constant protests, your pussy is heavenly around his cock. you’re so small, and he knows his wolf cock is about to break you. but god—he wants to break you. if breaking you feels this good, he’ll eagerly shatter you into a million pieces so that he has the depraved honor of being the one to destroy you and strip you of your humanity.

he clenches his jaw. he couldn’t lose his mind. not like this, not when his endgame was right there. “take it. i’m going to be your mate, so you better get used to taking my dick and get used to it fast.”

you hold back a strangled sob. your tears are freeflowing, and it’s hard to breathe. his cock feels like it’s pressing straight up against your womb, and he’s not even giving you the mercy of adjusting to his size slowly. his length invades every inch of your cunt, and his ridiculous girth has you stretched out thin. you know you can’t take this. he’s actively molding your tight hole into the shape of his cock, and if he keeps himself in here any longer, you might actually go insane.

your words slur sloppily. “you’ll kill me- you’ll fuck me to death-”

his breathing is strained just from the pleasure of putting it in, but he still manages to snort at you mockingly. “you won’t die. no one’s ever died from sex.”

you wish you had the spirit to shout back at him, to put up more of a fight. but that instinct has been long extinguished at this point, and you’re nothing more than a sniveling mess as you struggle to breathe through the tightness in your chest.

“c’mon, don’t be boring now.” he truly can’t get enough of the sight. the pretty girl from the village, face stained with tears, legs spread out all for him to fuck into her pretty cunt. to put it as frankly as he can, the boy doesn’t know what he wants to do first with you.

the sweeter part of him wants to kiss away your tears, to comfort you the best he can with a low voice and whisper his undying love to you, to convince you that a life as a wolf’s wife won’t be all that bad. you’ve caught his eye for a reason, and he wouldn’t want to have you snatch away whatever dregs of humanity the hybrid wolfboy was clinging desperately too. even if everyone else regarded him to be some kind of barbaric monster, deep down, even he has a soul that yearns painfully for love. for a romantic partner that could accept him as an equal and open their heart up to him.

but maybe this other part of him is what makes him a monster.

he loves seeing you reduced to this broken mess. he enjoys it, the primal fear that’s evident on every inch of your face. the way you’re nothing more than prey in his arms, with no other choice but to let him fuck your tight pussy out on his monstruous cock, to be the direct cause of all the pain and anguish you’re going through and to enjoy it like it’s the thrill of a fresh kill… it makes the wolfish streak inside of him go wild with delight, and he wants to keep you pinned down and helpless underneath him so he can soak up that bliss a little longer.

your stomach coils up on itself when you feel him slide his hips back slowly. the strangled noise that leaves your mouth is a mix between a pained shriek and a pleasured moan. he’s really too much for you to fit inside, and your strained walls cling to his cock. you’re barely hanging on for dear life just from him penetrating you. you can’t even imagine what it would be like once he would start actually thrusting and having sex with you.

“ahhh, you’re just too cute,” he teases you. “i never knew love could feel like this… it’s so good, isn’t it? no regular human dick could even come close to what i’ll make you feel, my little wife.”

you sob as he slowly bullies his cock back into you, once more making sure that you can properly feel the torturous stretch. the pain wobbles dangerously on edging you towards pleasure, and your vision blurs over slightly as the mounting heat in your gut tightens up. it’s gross, it’s inhuman that you’re getting off on having sex with a wolf, but your own self-restraint is being tested with the small cries you’re letting out.

“ah-,” you pathetically squeak out, “ahh…! michael- michael, please- i can’t do this!”

“yes, you can,” he promptly corrects you. his thrusts are shallow, granting you the rare mercy of sparing you from being speared in half on his entire length. “look at you… you’re starting to feel good, aren’t you? i can feel everything… that little cunt of yours won’t stop tightening up around me. you’re squeezing so much! it’s like your pussy knows better than you who you’re meant to be with.”

your mind shakes. it’s all you can do to keep yourself conscious. all the stimuli are too much: the anxiety, the pleasure, the adrenaline. your thoughts are being smoothed over, all logic coming to a screeching halt as the tightness welling up in your womb is all that your body can focus on. you hate how easily his name falls out of your mouth, how easily you find it to moan, and the wolfboy eagerly devours the attention you give him.

how angelic you must look to him right now! his mate, his precious mate, moaning out his name in pleasure, no matter how terrified they are of him! he moans softly too, and he can’t help but buck his hips deeper and harder into you. your voice and all your little noises are too adorable to him, and he just wants it all.

“you like it, don’t you? yeah, i know it’s starting to feel good. give in to me. you don’t have to do anything but let me have my way.” his breath is hot and heavy and tinged with the sharp tang of blood. you cringe when he kisses at your neck and cheeks again, but with how rapidly his hips are picking up at the rhythm, your thighs tremble dangerously. “i’ll make you cum again and again… oh, you’re just so lovely…”

your cunt sucks him in greedily. feeling his cock rub against your walls and prod dangerously at your cervix makes you grow blank, and your body keeps reacting more and more to what the wolfboy is doing to you. you wonder if this is what people mean when they say they’re being fucked stupid, and if it isn’t, whatever he’s doing to you is coming horribly close.

“fuck…! fuck- no- michael- michael, please-,” you whimper out. you two both know perfectly well that your cries are from how good it feels, but you still refuse to verbalize it properly. michael smiles into the curve of your throat, and he kisses your jugular with what you can only describe as a sickly kind of affection.

“what are you asking for, my love?” he chuckles endearingly. you sob, and your toes curl into the disheveled bed when his cock slides into you just right. your vision skews its axis slightly, and you let out a sharp exhale, mouth lolling open a little. he nips at your skin with his sharp teeth to snap you back to life. “tell me properly with those human words you’re so proud of. ‘please fuck me harder, michael! make love to your wife! give me more of your cock!’”

your cheeks burn with humiliation when he ridicules you, but deep down, you don’t know if you can wholeheartedly refute him. you do want more of him. you do want him to fuck you harder. your cunt purrs in delight every time he slides in and out of your slick hole, and his cock manages to ruthlessly hit all the right places.

it’s unfair. it’s unfair how everything’s stacked against you.

you must have ignored him for too long. michael frowns disapprovingly, and a low growl vibrates in his throat. he ducks his head and bites down on your shoulder, sharp teeth digging themselves into the curves of your soft flesh. you scream out in pain, your walls clamping down on him and another flurry of torturous pleasure shreds your stomach.

“p-please fuck me harder, michael…!” you’re fully crying. your words don’t sound like your own, and you certainly don’t feel like yourself. the tears and snot smeared all over your face makes you feel like some lowlife, and you hate the way he forces you to beg for him. “make love to me… give me- give me more of your cock!”

“see?” he licks his lips, and he grins devilishly as you as he pulls away from your now-marked shoulder. “that wasn’t so bad, was it? nothing wrong with you for wanting more from your husband. i’ll gladly indulge my darling.”

a shaky scream pounds at your chest, and blinding hot pleasure overwhelms your head as he picks up his pace. your moans reach a high-pitched squeal as he fucks himself into you, his cock rapidly pulling in and out of your pulsing hole. it’s not like you make it particularly easy for him either; your disgustingly tight pussy walls cling to him and almost refuse to let him go.

does your body love his dick that much? does your cunt want to savor the feeling of him stretching it out that badly? those thoughts make kaiser swell with pride as he reaches a fast rhythm. despite how sloppily and quickly he’s ramming his whole length into you to make sure you feel every single bit of his dick, he still makes sure that each thrust has his heavy cockhead drilling right at your womb.

he prods at your deepest parts, shamelessly making sure that your womb knows it’s time to be bred. it’s time for him to fill you up with his cum, to fuck a baby into you, to force every part of your body to be tainted with him. from inside and out, from outside to in, kaiser wants to selfishly claim every part of you. that’s what good husbands do to their wives, don’t they? that’s what your folk—the human folk—did, right?

the tightness that gnaws at your core refuses to relent. your arousal runs rampant through your veins, and it feels like your guts are tying themselves into a knot. you don’t know how else to describe the heat that mounts in your core and inside your head. your body and conscience are at odds with each other. your brain rejects michael, your mouth begs for him to hold you and fuck you harder, and your hole sucks him in like it doesn’t want to let go.

“that’s my pretty wife. you have such a fucking slutty body- begging for your husband feels good, yeah? i know, i know, darling,” he drinks up your tears, his hot tongue lapping languidly at your face. you choke back another sob, and he moves to steal a kiss. his tongue invades your mouth, and your eyes gloss over. you’re overwhelmed with his presence. it smells like him, tastes like him, feels like him. you’re crying out and mewling in pleasure into his mouth, and he literally eats up every single one of your lewd noises.

his balls slap against your ass, desperate to empty themselves into you. his cock twitches and throbs inside you, making you shudder in delight. it’s a sick kind of lovemaking, if you could even call it that. your own slick dribbles down between your legs, and the lubrication only makes it easier for michael to greedily shove his cock into your fluttering cunt.

“can’t take anymore- michael, ‘m gonna lose my mind-!” you breathe out. you hate to admit it. you don’t want to tell him how stupidly close you are. you blame how monstrously huge his cock is; how else would he be destroying your body in such an inhuman way? your vision is unstable, blurring even more around your teary edges, and the heat that licks inside of you is unbearable.

michael knows it. he can feel it. the way the velvety lining of your cunt coaxes his cock right up to your cervix, the way it keeps squeezing him and writhing around his sensitive inches, the way your own voice seems to hike higher and higher. your legs tremble underneath him, and michael is thrilled to know just how far he’s successfully broken you. the shame and embarrassment that’s scribbled all over your face makes him almost uncontrollably giddy.

“are you gonna cum, darling? did my cock make you feel that good?” he laughs mockingly. his words are like thorns against your ears, yet with how roughly he’s pounding into your pussy, having mounted you like the uncivilized animal he was, you couldn’t deny it. he’s a predator through and through, and with you trapped in his reach like prey, you know all too well that he’ll be moving in for the kill soon.

the insatiable tightness inside you teeters on the brink. you’re barely holding on, each breath growing more strained than the last. michael doesn’t let up his pace, continuing to rut into you. each snap of his hips has you close, so close, so fucking close—you don’t want him to stop. you clench your eyes shut, bracing yourself to hurtle headfirst into the crash, to topple finally past the point of no return where you would irrevocably become the wolf’s.

“i’m cumming…! ah- michael- cumming- cumming…!”

heat rips through your body in half. you throw your head back, the foreign feeling consuming you whole as if you had been thrown directly into fire. your cunt clamps down on the boy’s cock, and it feels like he’s about to split you into two. your vision completely blurs, and the world rushes around your senses. it’s too much yet not enough at the same time, and you rake your nails down the wolf’s bare back with such a fervor that you must have shredded up his skin and drawn blood.

you shake and squirm and thrash underneath him, but no matter how much you writhe against his body, michael won’t let his grip on you go. he relentlessly fucks you through your orgasm, leaving you a sobbing mess as your juices squirt out of your abused hole and drip down onto the shaky bed. his cock pounds harder and harder, and he groans out as he feels your slick and pulsing walls flutter and clench around him.

“hah- that’s what i thought-,” he chuckles. you can’t breathe. you can’t think. the incessant throbbing in your stomach is still there, but it’s morphed from arousal into something a little more painful. he’s overstimulating your already overrun cunt. “your husband’s dick is that good, isn’t it? don’t worry; i’ll fuck you like this as much as you want… i’ll get you to cum over and over again.”

you dumbly shake your head. your head is foggy, and the throes of your climax don’t want to let you go. “n-o… can’t take any more- no more- don’t want any more…!”

“you’re going to take it, like the good wife you are. you don’t get a choice in this. i’m your husband,” he snarls. you shudder, whimpering in weak protest as he continues using you. it hurts, and it burns, and the coil that refuses to let up in your stomach makes you feel sick. how much longer could this monster last? it feels like he’s been having sex and using your body forever, but even after ripping an earth-shattering orgasm from you, he still hasn’t cum yet.

“it hurts- i can’t do it…!” you smack at his chest again, but you know he won’t let you go. your tears sparkle cruelly on your cheeks, and michael sighs lovingly as he laps at your face. he swings back and forth constantly between treating you like you were a mere bug to cherishing you. was this some kind of karmic revenge from the universe for thinking so lowly of your own village? the home that seemed so far away now?

“take it- take it- fuck- let me make you my proper wife…” fear floods your body when you can feel his cock twitch dangerously deep inside you, your bruised cervix contracting and sucking him in. his balls tighten and continue to slap against your ass, but with how quickly and frantic his movements are, he’s going to cum. “fill you up with my pups… we’ll be such a happy family together-”

your eyes shoot open. cold reality splashes over you as if slapping you back to your senses, even in the midst of being manhandled. “no! no, no…! don’t! please, please, michael- that’s the one thing you can’t do! don’t cum inside- i don’t want to get pregnant with your babies!”

he grits his teeth, and he presses his entire body weight on top of you, determined to keep you physically where you are. he’s determined to make sure you can’t escape from his grasp, as if you’d be able to go anywhere with how disheveled and haunted you are. it’s a good look for you, second only to the loving glances he knows you’d never spare him.

“shut up, shut up…! this is your job, this is what you’re supposed to do! this is what lovers do!” he thrusts once, twice, and when he brings his hips down one final time, your fate is sealed. his own cry dies out, buried deep inside his throat as he cums deep and hard into you. your breath lodges into your neck, leaving you with nothing but bitter defeat and the taste of uncertainty all over your mouth.

his cum spurts everywhere, and it floods your womb. it burns and goes everywhere, painting your insides a pretty shade of ivory white, and you can feel every drop of it flowing into you. it’s poison, it’s heavy, and it’s awful, yet your cunt has no choice but to take every little bit of it. you bite down on the inside of your cheek as it starts to eke out, and you force yourself to endure it. you have no choice but to; this is what survival is for you now. this is the only answer you have now.

you don’t know how you’re going to live with this. you try to console yourself by telling yourself that you had gotten over the worst, but you know that you haven’t. you never will.

“nnghg…!” a stray cry slips from your mouth when something tight and way too big for you to take invades your strained hole. a sharp pain invades and spearheads through you, and your entire body stiffens as his large knot shoves its way into your plush and stretched out pussy. his cum overwhelms your body, stretching out every inch of your battered womb. your stomach bulges just slightly, feeling stuffed to the very brim.

michael nearly collapses on top of you, keeping you folded in half and in a perfect, vulnerable breeding position. his eyes are blown open wide and glossed over in a kind of drunken stupor, yet he refuses to let you go in any capacity. it’s not like you have the physical means to anyway; you’re already so weak from having him force himself onto you, and the pain of being bred and knotted is taking everything in you to not pass out right there and then.

he reaches towards your face, cupping your tear-stained and broken expression with his large palm. you don’t know if the feeling that stirs in your gut is simply the aftershocks of sex or pity towards yourself, but seeing michael look down at you with such a triumphant yet lovestricken gaze isn’t doing your any favors. you know you have no choice but to get pregnant with his children, to watch in horror as your body turns into nothing but a host for these parasites he’s determined to fuck into you over and over, not a single squeeze of semen going to waste with the knot he’s plugged you up with.

“we’ll be perfect together,” he whispers. his words are almost like a mantra he’s brainwashing you with. you wonder who needs it more, the manipulator or the one being manipulated. everything feels like a punishment to you. just where did you go wrong? were you too ambitious for your own good? too hopeful? too willing to jump at the first opportunity for escape that came your way, not caring to see if any part of the rosy details were traps?

or maybe the worst part was that you might have done nothing wrong at all. maybe this was all a twisted machination of the universe. maybe just like what michael believed, you were destined to fall into the wolf’s grasp one way or another, to disappear from the face of society and the world as you knew it, to have him drag you off into the darkness and to become the broken but beautiful wolf’s bride that he must have dreamt of forever.

“i love you.” he kisses you, and you don’t have the strength nor the courage to say those blasted words back to him. it’s not like you could say them back sincerely either. instead you avert his gaze, turning your face towards the red scraps of your cloak that lay on the ground as if they were miniature corpses of their own, left over from a long lost war.

you hope your mother can forgive you when she realizes you won't ever come back home.

KINKTOBER 2023—le cinquième jour, le dernier jour.

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vicsnook · 4 months

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Tis the Damn Season | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

word count: 1318

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, 18+

notes: Hey y’all! I know its been a while, I’ve been dealing with a huge writers block but had this little idea while on the plane. Please forgive any errors, I didn’t read it back before posting it. Happy Holidays!

With your dad sick this Christmas it’s not surprising your mom would asked you to come home. So here you were, pulling into the familiar driveway taking notice of the Bronco parked in your neighbors yard, one you knew all too well.

A note taped to the refrigerator reminded you your parents would be back from the hospital tomorrow. Maybe a drink could make the night better you thought but the liquor cabinet was of course empty and the town doesn’t sell alcohol on Sundays. So that’s how you ended up walking through the doors of the only bar in town.

“Is that who I think it is?” Bradley Bradshaw hollered from behind the bar as you made your way to him. His hair was definitely a little longer and he sported the mustache he joked about growing all through high school. The years had been if anything, very kind to him.

“Hey Rooster, I didn’t know you worked here.” You said, taking a seat across from him, truth is if you’d known, you would’ve never come here. “I’m just helping Ronnie out ‘til my leave is over. Want your usual?” He asked, offering you a half-smile while his dark brown eyes burned into yours. “Sur- Sure,” you managed to stammer out. Memories of the last time you were here flooding back in as you watched him prepare your drink.

“So, you here for long?” He asked between customers and while you know he’s just trying to not make things awkward, you can’t help the knot forming in your throat. “Just for the week.”

“Bradley! Over here honey! More shots!” shouted a blonde from the other side of the bar before he could reply and you sighed gratefully for the distraction. Setting down the cash for your tab and booking it out the bar while he went to her table.

Your hands were shaky as you pried open the car handle and tried to start the car. This was a bad idea you muttered to yourself over as you turned the key. The radio announced a snowstorm tonight and as if on cue your mother called to say they wouldn’t be able to come home ‘til the roads cleared.

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Waking up freezing in your childhood bedroom was definitely not great. Power had gone out due to the storm and you had no wood for the fireplace. Dreadfully, you made your way to your neighbors to see if they had any to spare. Regretting not putting on another jacket and better shoes. You eyed the bronco that was almost fully covered by snow while waiting on someone to open the door.

“Y/N?” Murmured a confused looking Bradley. You wondered how he could be shirtless and just in sweats in this cold weather.

“Hey, sorry to bother, power’s out and we have no wood for the fireplace.” You said through your chattering teeth. “Let’s talk inside,” he replied, ushering you inside the candle lit living room.

The room looked just as it did 3 years ago when you broke off your engagement to Bradley. He was dead set on joining the Navy and refused to hear yours and Carole’s pleas to not follow in his fathers footsteps. “Mom doesn’t have any extra wood. You can stay, though, not sure when power will be back.” Said Bradley as he came back from the back porch where Maverick stocked wood for Carole every winter.

“Thank you, so how’s everything?” You said, taking a seat on the couch. Silently praying the power would come back on. “Great, just working all the time. I graduated from Top Gun a few months ago.” His eyes bore deep into your as he mentioned Top Gun. You’d had nightmares about him being in the Academy since Carole told you.

“Oh um, that's great. I’m sure your dad would be really proud.” You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. Bradley’s face reddened with what you could only assume was anger.

“Don’t you dare say that Y/N, not after you and mom tried to use what happened to him to change my mind.” He hissed, sending shivers down your spine. Bradley was never quick to anger unless his dad was brought up. “I’m -I’m so sorry Bradley, I didn’t mean to upset you. I should go.” You stammered, getting up and rushing for the front door.

“Wait,” He grabbed hold of your hand before you made it into the foyer, Spinning you around and onto his chest. Being this close to him again had your heart nearly beating out of your chest. “I’m sorry, I know you didn’t mean any harm. It’s just Mav tried to pull my papers and I almost didn’t even get to go to the Academy.” He muttered, you could smell the mint in his breath from how close his face was to yours. He placed a lock of your hair behind your ear, making the words catch in your throat. “I’ve missed you, Y/N.”

Those brown eyes that you’ve missed for 3 years now were staring intently into yours, waiting for an answer. Before you knew it, you were pulling his face down to yours and kissing the warmest lips you’ve ever known.

Your hands explored his unclothed torso as the kiss intensified and he pulled off your jacket. “I’ve missed you too,” you whispered in between kisses.

He pulled your pajama shirt off and slowly guided you back into the living room. Setting you down carefully on the couch. Your hands tugged his sweatpants down and you were grateful for his lack of underwear. Taking his hard cock into your hands and pumping it. “S-Slow down honey,” he moaned into your ear. He pulled your pajama shirt off as you shimmied off your pants. “Red? Merry Christmas to me.” He muttered, pulling down your red panties that you had a hunch you would not get to keep.

“I need you,” You moaned in his ear as he toyed with your clit. He slid the head of his cock between your folds, slowly pushing it in. You threw your head back in pleasure, no one else felt as good as him.

Your nails dug into his back as he picked up the pace and kissed your neck. Leaving a trail of hickeys that you’d definitely have to cover up tomorrow. “You feel so good baby,” he moaned, playing with your clit and increasing the pace of his thrusts.

Feeling your orgasm getting closer you grabbed on to his biceps, trying to help increase his pace. He knew so well what you wanted as he thrusted harder and faster into you now. You moved his thumb from your clit and took over, trying to reach that high you desperately needed. “Cum for me babygirl,” He whispered, watching as you came undone under him. Your legs trembling as his thrusts became sloppier and his release followed soon after inside you.

Bradley stood up once he had caught his breath, offering you a hand to help you clean up. His cum running down your legs as you hurried behind him in the candle lit house. He ran a bath and climbed in, motioning for you to get in with him.

He kissed your back as he scrubbed you gently with the sponge. You loved the comfortable silence that had fallen between you both as he finished scrubbing you. Regret was starting to seep into your mind about leaving him, knowing the heart you broke was your own.

“I miss you Y/N, I know I can’t ask you to wait and you can’t ask me to stay but can we at least have this week?” He asked quietly, your heart aching at his request. “Of course,” you whispered back in response, knowing how hard it’d be at the end of the week to leave the warmest bed you’d ever known.

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vikkisixxpixx · 7 months

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Originally wrote this as a scenario for my Motley Crue DR (shifter rep), decided to post it since there's a severe lack of this kink in bandfic

To clarify, I am a cardiophile. UrbanDictionary describes cardiophilia as "the act of being obsessed with the heart," though personally, I prefer the term "fascinated." Depending on the person, it can be sexual or nonsexual (it's both for me), however, since this is a smut, this will be focused on the sexual aspect. Now, as the song says, on with the show.

Dr. Feelgood

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Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Suki Taylor (my DR self), is in first person from the perspective of Suki Word Count: 1,236 Warnings: MINORS DNI (18+ content), cardiophilia/heartbeat kink, medfet, fingering f!receiving, piv sex (protection not mentioned because I forgot, could go either way in your imagination), multiple orgasms (on the part of Suki), explicit language, mentions of alcohol (in passing), nicknames, a very corny joke mid-tango, lmk if I missed anything. Don't like? Don't read. Extra Notes: we needed more of this kink anyway. also Quiet Riot's Cum On Feel The Noize came on shuffle when I wrote the second orgasm and I still find it hilarious Based on: Dr. Feelgood by Motley Crue (in name), the horny thoughts I got after viewing the attached photo No beta, we die like real men

Nikki sighs as he sits next to me on the tour bus. Tommy’s at a payphone calling Heather, while Mick and Vince are having a few drinks on the bus.

“If I don’t have one night away from Tommy, I’m gonna fuckin’ scream,” Nikki breaks the silence. “He’s about to drive me batshit crazy!”

I stifle a giggle. “Do you wanna get a hotel for tonight?” I ask. “You have another show here tomorrow.”

He presses a kiss to my cheek. “That is an amazing idea.”

It’s about an hour later that the two of us are checked into a room at some chain hotel; not sleazy, but definitely not the Ritz.

“It’ll look like shit after we’re done anyway,” Nikki says with a shit-eating grin on his face.

I snicker, rolling my suitcase to the corner of the room. “I wish the show wasn’t so soon. Then we could…”

He stalks over to me before lightly brushing his fingertips down my arm. “I don’t have to go.”

I laugh slightly. “You’re in one of the most popular bands in the world. You’re not missing a show!”

He plants a sloppy kiss on my lips. “Maybe later I can do something special for you.”

I smirk. “I’d love nothing more.” I give him a quick kiss before saying, “Now, you need to go.”

He kisses me again before walking out the door.

The show, like usual, is very loud and very successful. But, for the first time I’ve ever seen, Nikki is ecstatic to get off stage.

As we’re walking out to the car the venue lent us, he throws an arm around me. “Ya know, babe, I think that was my best performance yet.”

“What makes you say that, honey?”

“Because I played the best I could so I could go back to the hotel as fast as I can.”

I laugh at his comment as the two of us get in the car.

The drive to the hotel is largely quiet, though the sexual tension is palpable.

“I’ve got a surprise in my suitcase,” Nikki speaks in a singsong voice as we enter our room.

“You do, do you?” I ask with my eyebrow quirked.

“Mhmm. Go in the bathroom and don’t come out ‘til I say so.”

“Yes, sir,” I reply with a smirk. He chuckles and smacks my ass as I walk away.

It’s a silent moment later that I hear, “The doctor will see you now, Miss Taylor.”

“Dr. Feelgood?”

I walk into the room to find Nikki wearing a white coat—and only a white coat—with a stethoscope around his neck.

“Yeah, I heard you’ve been under the weather, Miss Taylor,” he says with a devious smirk.

I giggle. “Yes, Doctor, I’ve been feeling very, very sick.” I fall onto the bed dramatically with a hand on my chest.

“What seems to be the trouble, Miss Taylor?”

“My heart just feels all sorts of funny, Doctor.” I blush when I realize what I’ve said.

Without wasting a second, Nikki walks over. “Hmm, sounds like I should check that out.” In one swift move, the stethoscope is gone from his neck and has found a new place, with one end on my chest.

A few silent seconds pass before I blurt out, “That thing’s not even real, is it?”

Nikki chuckles. “You bet your ass it is.” He smirks as we both feel my heart rate skyrocket. A blush makes its way across my cheeks as he says, “Now that is interesting. Take a deep breath for me, would ya, babe?”

My stomach does flips at the way it sounds when he says that sentence, but I obey nonetheless.

He listens silently for a moment. “Miss Taylor, could I get you to be my guinea pig for a second?”

“Of course, Dr. Feelgood,” I reply. “What do I need to do?”

“Just stay still for me.” He plants one of his signature sloppy kisses on my lips, listening to the effect it has on my heart. “Hmm, just like I thought. I gotta operate, Miss Taylor. Now. With your permission, of course.”

“Oh, absolutely, Doctor. Is there anything I need to do?” I ask as dramatically as I can.

“Let me do all the work for you.” He kisses me again before slipping my battle vest off to hit the floor, followed by my tank top.

With more of my chest exposed, he starts placing kisses on every inch of my bare skin, occasionally just above my heart, which is the only time he moves the stethoscope. Each one earns a moan.

“Beautiful sounds, baby,” Nikki says between kisses. “From your mouth and your heart. Got one more in you?”

He slinks a finger past my shorts and underwear after his words, curling it inside me; an action which elicits the loudest moan I’ve let out so far.

“Good girl. Mind if I take these off?”

My brain is already so foggy from pleasure that the only thing I can do is release an affirming noise before my shorts and panties join the growing pile of clothes on the floor. With them out of the way, another slender finger joins the first one.

“Fuck, Nikki!” I shout.

He chuckles. “I will, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.” His white coat falls to the floor before he removes his fingers to put them in his mouth. “You are delicious.”

Before I can even think about his statement, he’s got me in a new position on the bed, before thrusting himself inside me.

I let out another “Fuck!” as Nikki starts finding a rhythm. I can only imagine the sounds filling the earpieces of the stethoscope as he’s fucking the daylights out of me.

“How does it feel, Princess?” he growls. “How does it feel knowing I’m fucking your pretty pussy to the beat of your own poor little heart?”

“Feels good!” I manage to moan out, my body bouncing with his every move.

He chuckles. “And that’s why they call me Dr. Feelgood. Because I’m the one to make you feel alright.”

Normally I would’ve laughed at his joke, but I’m so cock-drunk by this point that my only response is to throw my head back and mewl.

It’s hardly even a second later that I feel the telltale knot of an orgasm building in my stomach. “Fuck, I’m gonna— Aah!”

Nikki chuckles once more. “Go ahead and let yourself cum, Miss Taylor.”

A scream of “Nikki!” comes out as I give in to the pleasure.

As my body quivers beneath him, his thrusts start to become unsteady.

“Nikki, I wanna listen to your heart while you cum,” I whine.

He smirks and quickly switches the stethoscope around. Now my ears are filled with the beautiful sound of his heartbeat. A moment of counting reveals it to be at 130 beats per minute.

“Fuck, Nikki, your heart’s racing,” I blurt out.

“It’s cuz I love you so much.”

His unsteady thrusts paired with the sound of his heart in my ears is enough to send me over the edge again, and the two of us climax in sync.

Panting fills the air as neither of us say anything at first. After a moment, Nikki takes the stethoscope and puts it back on me.

“Your heart sounds like a fuckin’ jackhammer, babe.”

I slap his arm playfully. “Shut up!”

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eds6ngel · 10 months

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Hello love! Could you do a Steve x Munson!reader?? I want like protective big brother Eddie and love sick Steve and reader I think it’d be so cute! Btw you’re so talented and I absolutely adore you and your writing 💘💘💘

of course i can my love! and thank you ever so much for the compliments, it means a lot to me <3

warnings: fem!reader. munson!reader. no physical appearance mentions so r could be biological or adopted sibling. swearing. a lot of comedy. fluff. comfort. a love confession!! [1.5k].

You started dating Steve at the beginning of ‘85. Your Uncle Wayne had taken a great liking to him, Steve being extra polite when you first invited him around to dinner with your family. When he called it a night and headed home, Wayne closed the door with the words: “He’s a very good kid, Y/N.”

But, there was one person who wasn’t fond of your boyfriend at all, and that would be your brother, Eddie.

Eddie was a prime victim of Steve’s ‘King’ era, recklessly getting bullied by Steve and his friends at the time. So, when you eventually broke the news that you were seeing Steve, it’s safe to say your brother did not take it lightly.

Eddie actually stopped speaking to you for a good day and a half, and then sulked around you for the remainder of the week.

He had eventually gotten used to it, Steve acting nice enough when you invited him over and Wayne wasn’t home. But, just because he was used to it didn’t mean he liked it. If anything, he despised it.

So, instead of leaving you two alone when he would come over, he would become extra annoying.

And boy did he enjoy it.

“Hey, Wayne?” you ask, walking into the living room where he was lounging on the couch. “Is it alright if Steve comes over tomorrow night?”

“Course it is darlin’,” he replies, signalling over to your brother, “But, I am out for the night, I have a shift. So, you should really be asking Eddie.”

“Yeah, whatever…” he mumbles, not looking up from his Heavy Metal magazine, obviously listening in to the conversation between you and Wayne.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you say optimistically, “Thanks Eds!”

You skip back to your room, running to the phone so you could let your boyfriend know, unaware of the conversation that was happening in the living room.

“You gotta accept who they are son, you can’t be sittin’ here all grumpy any time she brings up the poor boy.”

Eddie sighs out frustratedly, “He’s an asshole Wayne. He bullied me for two years!”

Wayne looks up from his newspaper, “Has he bullied ya recently?”

Eddie pouts his lips, avoiding Wayne’s gaze, mumbling out a “No.”

“Exactly boy,” he replies, “He’s obviously changed, people can do that. Your sister wouldn’t date him for no reason.”

Eddie shakes his head, groaning out, until a little idea pops in his head. An idea that he could accomplish tomorrow.

You and Steve were sat on the couch, snuggled up to one another, some cheesy horror flick on the TV which Steve had rented out from Family Video.

“How’s your week been, beautiful?” Steve asks with a smile, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

“Not bad, Mrs. Click only gave me a B- on that damn History homework, again! Like, I really don’t understand what this woman wants from me, honestly,” you softly laugh.

“Babe, I think you forget that I get a C in every class, so anything above that is incredible to me,” he tangles his hand in your hair and presses a kiss to your cheek, “I’m proud of you.”

“I’m proud of you too,” you whisper back, “Grades are technically just a reflection of the teacher’s working. If most of your kids are failing, technically that’s your fau—“

But, your sentence gets interrupted by the loud sound of clashing from behind you, Eddie shifting through the cupboards to grab something.

“Hey Eds,” he looks up at you, “What are you doing?”

“Oh, I just fancied a grilled cheese, so I thought I’d make one,” he smiles.

“You know Wayne left that soup in the fridge that Mrs. Johnson gave to us. You just need to heat it up,” you remind him, your patience wearing thin.

“Nah, I don’t feel like that,” he looks between the two of you, innocently saying, “Oh, I won’t interrupt you guys. You just keep being cutesy and all that shit.”

You sigh as you snuggle back into Steve’s side, trying to focus on the movie. But, you could’ve sworn Eddie was being extra loud on purpose, slamming the fridge door shut and throwing the frying pan on the stove.

It went all quiet for a while, the low sound of sizzling being the only distraction in the background, silent enough for you and Steve to focus back on the movie.

However, that was until Eddie called to you, “Hey Y/N!”

You roll your eyes as you turn around and look behind you, “Yes Eddie?” you ask with a sarcastic smile.

He signals you to come over with his arm, “Would you say this is cooked enough?”

You pinch your forehead with your fingers, “When it’s golden brown, it’s cooked Eddie.”

“Yeah, but what is ‘golden brown’? Just, get your ass over here.”

You groan out as you get up from your seat, stomping over to Eddie and looking down at his food sizzling away in the frying pan.

“Eddie, you haven’t even flipped it over yet,” you stare at him with a deadpan look.

“Oh yeah, so I haven’t,” he smiles back at you, a smile you wanted to wipe right off of his face, “See, this is why I need you sis. Where would I be without you?”

You walk back to the couch, mumbling under your breath, “Away from me, that’s for sure,” laying completely on top of Steve as he wraps his arms around your back, yours around his neck as your face squishes into his chest.

Although you can’t see, Eddie’s frustrations are growing. How did that make you two even closer? Eddie smirks to himself as he thinks of something that would definitely get you to move away from Steve.

You haven’t looked up from the screen in over five minutes. With the grilled cheese sizzling away behind you, you believe Eddie has everything under control for once. That’s until you smell the sense of burning behind you, followed by the loud blaring of the smoke alarm.

“What the fu— Eddie!” you yell, leaping off of the couch, Steve covering his ears with his hands at the loud noise as you turn the hob off and move the frying pan onto the worktop.

Eddie returns from the bathroom, you yelling at him, “What the hell were you doing?”

“I needed a piss!”

“Well, you can’t just leave food unattended!” you shout, smacking the smoke alarm with your fist, knowing from experience that the worn out item died down from doing that motion.

“Jesus,” he holds his hands up, “I’m sorry.”

You huff as you head back over to Steve, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as you say, “I’m heading to the bathroom, okay?”

He nods as you exit the room, leaving just him and Eddie alone, Eddie assembling his burnt sandwich, although he didn’t mind, since it got you away from Steve.

But, maybe this was worse, because now he was stuck in a silent atmosphere with his former bully.

Steve speaks up, “I’m not going to hurt her, y’know?”

Eddie doesn’t look at Steve as he continues making his sandwich, “What?”

Steve turns around, looking at Eddie in the kitchen, “I said I’m not going to hurt her. I’m not like I used to be. King Steve died a long time ago.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t believe that,” Eddie mumbles back, throwing his grilled cheese on a plate and heading towards his room.

“Dude, wait!” Steve yells, getting up from his seat and jogging over to him, Eddie turning his back as he leans against the kitchen countertop, “Look, I know why you don’t believe me, hell, I wouldn’t either.”

He sighs, “The reason Nancy Wheeler broke up with me is because I didn’t care about her problems. When she needed me most, I wasn’t there. I don’t want to be that again for your sister, man,” Steve admits. “I love her, I can’t lose her. I’m not like I was before, I’m not friends with Tommy and Carol anymore, I couldn’t give two shits about popularity, all I care about is being a good boyfriend to your sister. And all I ask of you is to accept that because if you started dating my sister, I would accept it in a heartbeat.”

“You love me?” you whisper as you come out of the bathroom, looking at Steve with a loving gaze. You walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he cups your cheeks, “Yeah baby, I love you.”

You smile, your insides burning alive at the confession, “I love you too.”

Steve sighs happily as he slots his lips in between yours, the two of you sharing a soft kiss, expressing all of your love and admiration for each other.

Eddie slides past the two of you and heads to his room with his food. Did he 100% believe Steve had completely changed? No. He was still pretty convinced that the old him was buried away in there somewhere.

But, was he undoubtedly in love with you? Yes. And although he feels protective of you after everything the two of you had been through together, the one thing he could let you do is be happy with your boyfriend.

You deserved love, and he wasn’t going to take that away from you.

i really hope you enjoyed this fic! i had a lot of fun writing it <33

#steve harrington #eds6ngel #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x munson!reader #steve harrington comfort #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic

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wellntruly · 6 months

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Blogging, vol. v

I’m having surgery tomorrow. Why this is always happening in November is beyond me, but it sure is an aesthetically kind month to not work and be extra-grade cozy in soft knits, sipping soups, while outside it rains grey on amber.

Unlike my gum surgery last year, this one I had no idea was coming for me, and the weeks getting up to the point of finally knowing what was going to happen were, not to exaggerate, not good. It's odd that it's better now, since it was indeed something you don't want to find. But then you can start to process. Process, process.

I actually tend to do quite well with surgery, both as a concept and a thing to heal from, even before I spent my recovery from the previous one watching a 50 year old TV show about surgeons. I find the kind of pain engendered by things you need stitches about to be quite reasonable mentally; it hurts, it hurts there, for this reason, you have pills to dull it, and it will gradually heal. Simply “feeling sick,” or worst of all nauseous, that’s what can make me wonder what it’s all even for. Miserable, derogatory.

So the fact that it really seems a predominantly surgical approach is going to be most of what we need to take care of this problem has me almost overwhelmed with gratitude. It could have been far, far worse for me. But I have all the most treatable metrics for this, even being rather young for it has the silver lining of meaning I should heal well. And I’m so lucky to have a warm, funny, exceptionally skilled surgeon who actually went through the same thing when she was also my age, and that honestly, I’ve absolutely the Edward Gorey illustration body type to probably even end up looking pretty chic going down to just a bit of an A cup, which is what she's going to be able to do, not to bury the lede. Surprise top surgery, is what I’ve been calling it, and thank you to the boys for the re-contextualizing dream that is the phrase ‘top surgery’, a concept of such positivity; life-affirming, life-saving.

It is a strange, swift-approaching change to reckon with though, impossible to avoid that. I've always tended to dress as if I don’t even have the actually, admittedly, great boobs that I've had up til now, but it is still the body I know. I’ll roll onto my stomach in bed and think, for one that I soon won’t be doing this at all again for a while, and that when I do, it’s going to feel different. Fascinating to consider.

I'm leaning into a sort of Orlando-like curiosity about it, this vague physical transformation just spontaneously befalling me in my adulthood. How will this be. What sort of opportunities might this actually grant. I’ll be endeavoring to hardly ever wear a bra again, I’ll tell you that for certain. Should I use this as the push to finally get a bespoke suit, soft and wide-legged, with a jacket that can fall in just a clean draped line from my shoulders? Will I be able to wear suspenders? I think about watching Margaret Qualley in The Stars At Noon this summer, how I watched her just drop a loose sundress over her bare body, entirely backless, and walk out the door. I think, of course, of "Keira Knightley Atonement," as my inspiration board folder is called.

I’ve also been thinking about this blog, what I think Tumblr user sashayed once called her secret public journal. Sometimes what I or others will post can break into the very real & personal, like this, for the benefit that comes from just releasing, sharing the large challenging things in our lives. I think about a long-time mutual who posted about some of the strangeness she felt during hospitalization for an accident, how recalling some of what she wrote about has brought me a feeling of solidarity in this.

But there’s also how I’ve actually been blogging about this for weeks and weeks, it’s just only been for me. Another kind of secret public journal. This butterfly coming out of a row of cocoons in a window: this was for how I was, fully insanely yes, watching A Zed & Two Noughts while I was wracked with anxiety over what might be going on with my body, but/and the idea of emerging after this surgery new and striking and light. This is self-explanatory. This tiny-chested witch vaulting skulls is “literally me” goals this time next October. This was actually exactly, exactly my vibe getting my biopsy, with the sweetest nurses.

And now at last it all comes together, the public and private journal, on the eve of really what we’re all waiting for, oh god me for sure: the return of painkiller diaries. Painkiller diaries is a lifestyle, actually, it’s an ethos. I let myself so wholly rest after my gum surgery last year that the rest of November was the happiest I’d been in years. Please, again. Return to cashmere convalescence. And would you look at this beautiful soup sippin' mug I’ve gotten since then:

Oh I think we’re ready.

#pers.#blogging

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invisibleraven · 5 months

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Haunted Holidays

December 6: Snowflakes <-AO3 link!

When Caleb declared he wanted Willie to experience a real white Christmas, the boy wondered if he intended to make it snow in LA at first. He was a magician after all. But when Willie had asked, Caleb had smirked and told him no, he hadn’t quite mastered control of the elements yet.

Instead he was going to take him up to a ski chalet for the holidays owned by a few friends of his. Willie didn’t know how to ski, but Caleb assured him he could learn, even if he was sure Willie would like snowboarding more.

Only when they arrived at the chalet, there wasn’t a bit of snow in sight. Clementine looked apologetic, telling them the forecast called for flurries later today, with a few inches overnight so they could hit the slopes tomorrow.

“There is another family here, and they have a little boy your age,” Clementine assured Willie, secretly handing him a candy cane with a wink.

Willie grinned, sucking on the treat, clutching Lancelot close as Caleb escorted him to their room. Caleb told him he was free to explore as long as he stayed out from underfoot and was back before dinner. Willie agreed to those terms, grabbed his jacket, patted Lancelot as he left the plush dragon on the bed, and took off.

The chalet had a nice great room, with a roaring fire, lots of games, and books for those who didn’t want to partake in outdoor sports. Willie promised himself he’d check all that out later, but headed for the lawn.

He left his coat open and had his toque shoved into his pocket instead of on his head, but it wasn’t overly cold out and Willie doubted there would actually be snow with it being this temperate. Instead he looked for a good tree to scale or a cool looking cave to explore.

Instead he found a little blonde boy, maybe a year younger than him, in a warm looking parka and a hat with a tassel on top.

He unfortunately found him by barrelling into him and ending them both laying flat on the ground.

“Ow…” the boy groaned.

“Oh sorry!” Willie said, popping up and giving the boy a hand. “I totally didn’t see you there, my bad!”

“It’s okay,” the boy said. “My coat cushioned the fall. I’m Alex by the way.”

“Willie.” He looked toward the gray sky and hummed. “You wanna play hide and seek?”

“We don’t know these woods, what if we get lost?” Alex asked, looking worried.

“That’s half the fun!” Willie exclaimed. “But we could go exploring instead. I don’t think there’s bears or coyotes.”

“Bears?” Alex squeaked.

“Don’t worry, you can hold my hand,” Willie assured him, and tugged him towards the woods.

They spent half the afternoon merrily exploring, though they found the fence before any creatures, and those were all birds and an odd field mouse. “Not even a raccoon,” Willie grumbled.

Alex giggled at that, swinging their hands between them. “I’m kind of glad about that, they have rabies, and that wasn’t on my Christmas list.”

“Mine either, but it still would have been cool to see one,” Willie admitted as they emerged from the tree line, back to the yard of the chalet.

But then they looked, and the ground was littered with white. “It’s snowing!” they yelled simultaneously, twirling around in the flakes. Stretching their tongues out to catch the flakes, laughing when Alex claimed the ones in January were better. Kicking the dusting on the ground up, trying and failing to flick the fine powder at each other.

“William!” Caleb yelled from the door. “Zip up your coat at this moment! I can’t afford for you to get me sick before the clubs’ New Years Eve extravaganza!”

Willie grumbled, and did as he was told, sticking his tongue out at Caleb as the man mimed the hat too, but he did as he was told. Willie hated getting sick so he supposed it was cold enough to justify the extra layer.

“Is that your dad?” Alex asked.

“Yup, he’s a buzzkill,” Willie replied. “But otherwise he’s pretty cool.”

“He doesn’t look like you-does your mom?” Alex asked.

“Caleb adopted me, and he’s gay, so if I had another parent it would be a dad, but his last boyfriend was a giant butt, so he said he was fine with the two of us for right now,” Willie explained.

Alex’s eyes were as wide as saucers at this, but then his mom called him to come in and wash up, which meant Willie knew he was going to get called in himself soon. “Could we play some games together later?’ he asked. “Maybe see if this place has good hot cocoa with marshmallows?”

“I’d like that,” Alex admitted, then rushed in to give Willie a quick hug before running off. Leaving Willie beaming as the snowflakes blurred Alex’s retreat, and he raced after, uncaring about the cold and wet, but really looking forward to enjoying his first white Christmas with Alex. And little did he know it, but it would be the first of many.

#jatpadvent2023 #willex #julie and the phantoms

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Struck Blind {Steve Harrington x Reader, Part 5}

Wordcount: 6174 Chapter Summary: A hangout? A date? Hard to know exactly what it is, until the end plays out.

Previous Chapter can be found Here.

Next Chapter can be found here.

Despite your best intentions, despite how hard it was to keep the lie inside, you kept finding yourself at Starcourt, especially the food court. You tried to blame it on the air conditioning. You tried to blame it on the fact that you were sick of watching your cousin being shirtless and flirting with the married mothers at the pool and there wasn’t much else to do in this town. You tried to blame it on the fact that Max was spending time with her friends and her boyfriend, as she should be at her age, and you were getting a little lonely. And you tried to blame it on the fact that if you had a friend in this town, it ended up being Robin and Steve was just always right there, working with her. Alright, maybe he was a friend too. He perked up each and every time that he saw you walk in, back straightening up, and already started to get your order ready. You were around enough to have ‘a regular’. And he always made it just right, adding on the extra toppings and never charging you for them.

“I don’t get how you spend your days here,” Steve said, spinning the cap around his index finger as you leaned against the counter, eating your ice cream. You were going to have to slow down on it eventually. There was only so much that you could eat before it started to show. “Once I find a different job, I’m never stepping foot back in this mall-”

“Mostly because you already tried asking out every girl who works here,” Robin chimed in from the back. “And embarrassed yourself monumentally.”

“Not the point,” Steve said, and you noticed that he wasn’t denying it. Actually, the pink tinge on his cheeks gave away that it was the total truth. You tried to hide your laugh. You really did. “I’d still prefer to go to the Hawk Theater rather than this one. Have you seen the size of the sodas? Diabetes in a cup.”

“I haven’t been to either, actually,” You admitted. “Where’s the Hawk theater?”

“It’s hard to miss,” Robin said, coming out, looking bored as usual. “In lovely downtown Hawkins.” She eyed you for a minute though, looking you up and down. “Do you really just spend all your time here and at the pool?”

“You were at the pool?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow. “Wait - both of you were at the pool?”

“I’ve only been back a couple of times. The last time I went, one of the moms was putting on so much hairspray, I couldn’t get the smell out of my bathing suit. Like, why are you doing your hair if you’re just going to get in the water? And if you’re not going in the water, why go to the pool? I don’t get it,” You shrugged, shaking your head.

“You know why they go to the pool. Billy,” She gagged.

“Yeah,” You said, figuring that to be the truth, unfortunately. It happened in California too. He spent his summers lifeguarding on the beach, and he had a lot of admirers there too, despite being underaged. “If I ever, EVER, become one of those ladies, I want you to find me and smack it out of me, okay Robin?”

“Yes ma’am,” Robin gave you a salute. Steve, on the other hand, was looking disgusted by Billy’s name coming up in conversation, even if you made sure that it breezed past him. It wasn’t a topic that you wanted to get stuck on. You’d just end up telling him about your relationship to his enemy and everything would come crashing down. The bit of fun that you were having would unfortunately end. Luckily, his mind seemed to drift past it, coming across something else.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Steve asked, resting his elbows on top of the counter, his hat looking like it wanted to fall off of his head onto the floor. You had to think about it. It was just another weekday. A Wednesday.

“I was going to call my parents and tell them all about the excitement in Hawkins,” You said, somewhat sarcastically with a shrug. “Other than that, nada.” Billy was working, and Max hadn’t expressed that she wanted to do something with you. It was a rare occasion when that happened, since she was out there with Lucas and Elle and the rest of their little crew. But when it did happen, you’d cancel anything. Maybe even on Steve.

“I have tomorrow off, I can show you around,” Steve suggested. Robin rolled her eyes, and went into the back, probably to get the ‘you suck’ board. “I got my car fixed. We can go to the theater, maybe drive around. Show you that there’s more to this town than the mall.”

You smirked to yourself as Robin came out wih the board, ready to make a mark under her favorite column. “Sorry Robin,” You told her. “Looks like you’re going to have to put a tally on the other side.”

Steve looked over his shoulder at Robin, confusion covering his puppy dog face. It only took him a minute to realize that it meant that you were saying yes to him showing you around. “Cool, yeah,” He said, running his fingers through his hair, playing it off like he thought you would say yes the entire time. The hat finally fell onto the ground, and he bent down low to pick it up, putting it back on his head haphazardly. “I can come pick you up?”

Your mind shut down that idea quickly. If Steve came before Billy left, there was going to be a scene. He already didn’t like that you spent time with King Steve. He tried to talk you out of it when he found out that the mall was where you spent your days. But shit, if he knew that you two were going to be hanging out with each other one on one, he was going to have something to say about it, and he was going to say it to Steve with his fists. Or even if Neil saw and asked whose car it was that picked you up? Trouble. So much trouble.

“Actually, now that I think about it, I meant to go to the library and return some books,” You said, quickly. “I can meet you there, and then we can head out? I was thinking the early afternoon, but if you have a time that works better for you-”

“No, that’s cool,” Steve said. “I haven’t been there for ages, so you can start the tour with me there,” He grinned.

“You’ve actually been inside the library? Surprising,” Robin commented, dryly. She made a tally mark under ‘You Rule’ though she didn’t look happy about doing it.

Another scorching day in Hawkins. Billy dropped you off at the library on his way to work and you were oh so grateful for the air conditioning. You had made an account here mainly for the fact that it had great air conditioning. And it was a quiet place where you could get some peace after the madness of being around the Hargroves. You did actually have books to return, so you didn’t completely lie to Steve. You finished one of them yesterday while you waited for Max to get home. She was in a mood today, her temper flaring up, face nearly as red as her hair.

“What did the jerk do this time?” You had asked, and she went into the most recent argument that she had with Lucas. This was far from their first break up this summer. It was also unlikely to be her last. After she got all that out, she asked you about your day - and you spilled it all too. You were going to be getting a tour of the one and only Hawkins, Indiana by King Steve Harrington himself.

“I knew you thought he was cute,” Max had teased.

“Hey, give yourself a year and you’ll see it too,” You returned.

She actually woke up with you that morning and helped you to pick out something to wear. You didn’t want to seem like you were trying too hard. But you also didn’t want to turn up looking like slop either. You managed to find something in between with a pair of shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, and of course you slathered on the sunscreen, just in case he wanted to take you somewhere outside. You’ve heard rumors of this Lover’s Lake.

You were already in too deep, you might as well go swimming.

You waited for him at a table near the doors, picking up a magazine at random and flipping through it. You were reading an article about which kind of perm might be right for you, when his scent caught your attention before he did. Sandalwood. That’s what it was. He didn’t take the seat next to you but he did lean over the table, hands pressed down on it. That was the first part of him that you saw that day. His hands. The tendons on the back of them jutted through the skin, creating all sorts of lines that it would have been nice to run your fingers over. And then you noticed the watch, definitely an expensive one by the looks of it. He hadn’t been wearing it at work so it appeared like he was dressing up for you too a bit. That was real cute. “You’re thinking about a perm?” He asked, his head tilted, reading the name of the article that you were looking at.

“I don’t think so. I heard they smell rancid,” You said, closing it up and pushing it aside. “Have you ever thought about getting one?”

“And damage all of this?” He asked, picking up one of his hands and running it through his hair. “No way.” You shared a laugh together at that. He was really leaning into the Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington persona, but it was a good look for him. It looked amazing today, tousled enough to look like it was natural but you knew how much effort it really took to make a hairstyle look effortless.

“No, you’re right, leave it as is. The world needs it,” You joked, getting onto your feet, and pulling your bag back over your shoulder. “So this is the library. Over here is the magazine section. And then you’ve got fiction over there to the left - and non fiction to the right,” You said with a grin, since he did say that the tour should start there. “Is there anywhere else you want to look? The bathrooms are pretty nice but the decor isn’t anything to write home about.”

He cracked up at you. He didn’t seem to be tensing in pain anymore which was a sight for sore eyes. He recovered really well. Bounced back amazingly. That lessened up your guilt little by little. “I already got us some tickets to the matinee, hope that’s alright,” He said, that grin on full display. He probably practiced it in the mirror because it was perfect. The right amount of teeth. “They’re showing Splash again, with the like .. mermaid chick.”

“Perfect, I missed it in theaters last year,” You said, stepping out from the seat, away from the table. As if by instinct, Steve was right there to push your chair back in, tuck it away properly. It was a cute gesture. More considerate than you had been expecting. He stayed right beside you as you walked out of the library together, not pushing any boundaries or entering your personal bubble. It made you wonder what exactly this was. A friendly show the summer girl around town? Or was it more of a date? Against your better judgment, you hoped that it was the latter. A summer romance might just be the thing that you needed. Even if that came with the challenge of it only lasting for a summer.

Steve’s car was parked in front of the library, but he didn’t head in that direction. Still, you ended up giving it a look as you passed on by. The windows were fixed, and the dent that Billy’s car had made was buffed out. It must have cost a lot to get it back in this condition. “I thought we’d walk,” Steve explained, scratching the back of his neck. As he did so, the blue button up shirt that he was wearing lifted up ever so slightly, revealing a sliver of flesh from the hem to the top of his blue jeans. The main takeaway here is that he really is tanned all over. His skin held that healthy glow. The second was that there was definitely a hint of a treasure trail under his belly button. The shirt fell back down and you really tried to make it seem like you hadn’t been looking. “- downtown is pretty small so...”

“Good idea,” You smiled at him, moving closer to him to allow an older woman to pass by. His hands instantly went to your shoulders, holding you steady until you moved back into your earlier position. “Are there any cool places outside of downtown?”

“I wouldn’t say cool...” Steve thought, his lips pursing together. “Lover’s Lake is a good spot...”

It felt like something right out of a movie. They all had those, right? A place overlooking the water or the city where teenagers go in their cars and make out in the backseat. That’s what your brain is focusing on now. That’s what you couldn’t get out of there.

“There’s a lot of woods around, but I uhh - I wouldn’t recommend camping,” He continued. “-cougars and stuff,” He said, quickly. It was a good cover. You knew exactly what he was actually talking about - the demogorgon, the Upside Down. Eleven had closed it all though. Or at least, that’s what Max had told you when she caught you up on everything that had happened. You were her one confidante outside of the group that had been originally involved. But Max wasn’t supposed to tell anyone, so you were keeping it on the downlow too.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m not super into camping,” You told him, watching as relief flitted by his face. “But if there’s a lake, I’d like to see it. I miss the water. I lived by the beach for most of my life so it feels weird only having the pool as an option.”

“Do you go to the pool often?” Steve asked, trying to keep his cool. Was that a touch of jealousy that you saw? Or was he just being protective because of your cousin’s reputation? Either way, it did make you feel a little special.

“Only a couple of times, just to lounge out and read, people watch,” You explained. “Gets lonely though, except for that one time that I saw Robin there. The mall is a lot better.”

That seemed to placate him, for now. The Hawk Theater wasn’t that far from the library at all. Just a block down and over a little bit. The marquee stood out, creating a shady space to stand under, and there was a bored looking man in the booth. He glowered at Steve as he walked up with you and showed that he already had tickets. You noted the interaction, sheepish Steve and the angry man, and raised your eyebrow at him once you were in the cool and carpeted interior. “Is there a story there?” You questioned.

“A bit,” Steve admitted. “I don’t really want to talk about it. I was - kind of a dick a couple of years ago,” He admitted, full on. Now that was another surprise. People didn’t usually know that about themselves, let alone tell other people about it. Or take responsibility for it.

“Wow," You said, stopping close to him as you stood in line to get popcorn and a drink. He already had his wallet out, putting his hand out to stop you from grabbing yours, his palm touching the back of your hand. He shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s on me. I’m the one who asked you,” He said, a dazzling smile then appearing on his face. You returned it, and decided to let your wallet stay in your bag for the time being, since he was being so nice about it. The smile did drop off of his face though as you both took another step closer to the counter, one less person in line. “It uh - took a while to do some of that ... self-actualization stuff. That’s what my friend Dustin calls it, anyway.”

You’ve heard a lot about Dustin from Max. It sounded like he used to have a little crush on her, before she started to date Lucas, only she hadn’t realized it. It was cute watching these kids navigate through feelings and stuff. You were just happy that Max had some really good friends in those boys, and in El.

“Sounds like a smart kid,” You commented. The conversation was interrupted by the ordering of snacks, Steve ordering quite a few. And just one large drink, which he ordered more shyly than the other things.

“I can never finish a whole one, so-”

“Totally fine with me,” You assured him. He paid, being the gentleman that he was. The cash looked brand new, like it had just come from the bank. Crisp bills. A sure sign of being well off if you had ever seen one. All your own was crumpled up inside of your bag or creased from the fold of your wallet. But not Steve’s. It reminded you of how fast his car was fixed up, and how it looked like it had never been damaged at all. He came from wealth. The people you knew back in Cali who were like that were often pretentious, snobby, rude. But Steve didn’t seem like any of these things. You were liking Indiana more and more. Once you were in the theater and found the prime seats, the conversation resumed. “I can’t say that I know you too well but - you seem like you’re doing great, Steve.”

There was a long pause between your words and his next ones. You wondered if you had said the wrong thing. But then out came a soft, “Thank you.” You looked at him and smiled just as the lights dimmed down and the previews began.

There was something about being in this older theater that made the movie more enjoyable. The old style animation commercials advertising popcorn and drinks that could be bought from concession. Local commercials, like for the Fourth of July festival, Bradley’s Big Buy, Enzo’s Restaurant. A few were thrown in for upcoming movies but it was mostly staying local. The seats were comfortable, having been stuffed and sewn and restuffed and patched over the years rather than feeling like they came right out of a factory.

And the movie - the movie was glorious. Daryl Hannah was beautiful, Tom Hanks was a cutie-pie. Your shoulders were touching Steve’s the entire movie, both of you subconsciously leaning in towards one another. There was a point, when the mermaid character was biting into a lobster, where you held up one of the candies that you chose, and Steve ate it right out of your hand, his lips brushing against your fingertips. That’s never happened before. That feeling of intimacy.

After the movie, the two of you stuck close. Walking beside one another, the back of your hands brushing against each other. This felt like more than a tour of the town now. This was beginning to feel like a ... well, a date. God, you really were falling for your summer-time crush weren’t you? Getting all nervous and sweaty palmed and averted gazes and fluttery eyelashes.

“So what area of town are you staying in?” Steve asked casually, a question that had your heart pounding for another reason. If you lied, you could be caught out easily, especially if he offered to drive you home afterwards, which was what this was leading to. “Maybe I know your cousin. It’s a small town.”

Oh, he knew your cousin alright. Loathed one. Saved the other. “Oh, maybe,” You said, shrugging casually. “But I see them everyday, not you. I want to know more about you.” It wasn’t a lie, actually, you did.

“Really?” He said, looking at you with surprise in his eyes. He then coughed a little into his hand, like he was trying to regain himself. “I mean, yeah, sure, what do you want to know?”

“Hmm... oh, okay. If you had to rename Cool Whip, what would you call it?”

“What?” Steve asked, looking at you with an expression of pure incredulousness. “Cool whip?”

“Yup, Cool Whip,” You grinned. “If you think about it, they probably didn’t settle on the name right away. The marketing team had to come up with different names, and that’s the one that they decided on. But what do you think some of the other names were?”

You weren’t sure if Steve was actually going to play along with this game. He walked with you back to his car, but before he unlocked the doors, he stopped, one hand on his hip, and the other on the roof of the vehicle. “Creamy Dream?”

That surprised you. That surprised you enough that you let out an embarrassing bark of laughter, and covered your mouth. He seemed to realize what he said and a light blush flitted across his tan cheeks. He started to laugh along with you, even as he finally opened the doors and let you inside of his car.

“That’s my new favorite,” You say, still laughing as you put on your seatbelt. “Puffin lovin,” You suggest, and he cracks up again. He gets the car onto the road and we keep on spouting ideas, laughing hard. You don’t even know where you’re headed. You don’t really care.

“Whippy-whips.”

“Whiffy Puff.”

“Sweet dreams.”

“Puffy cow?”

“You came up with the best one already, I'll never forget creamy dream.”

“Never going to live that one down, am I?” Steve asks, and I notice that the houses, the buildings, are growing fewer and fewer and the trees are growing thicker.

“Never,” I smile. “I’m just tempted to tell Robin,” You tease, and Steve groans.

“Please don’t, she teases me like crazy anyway.”

“Okay, okay, I won’t tell for now, just because .. this is going really well,” You admit, your body turned in his direction, giving him my complete attention. Although this area is darker than the streets, due to there not being nearly as many streetlights, you can still see his handsome visage. The straight arch of his nose, the soft jaw, the hair perfectly in place. “So Steve, which part of the tour is this?”

“Thought I’d show you the lake,” He offered.

“This ... Lover’s Lake?” You asked, teasingly. “Are you sure you’re not getting a little ahead of yourself there?”

Steve instantly turned a color of red that you had only seen on a tomato. Itt was almost the exact shade actually. It was impressive. “I wouldn’t - I mean, if you want to but - that’s not what I was .. not expecting?” He stumbled, his mouth going faster than his brain. Was this really the King Steve that my cousin used to complain about all the time? He seemed a lot more humble, a lot more .. down to earth, not nearly as cocky as he had been made to seem.

“I’m just messing with you,” You chuckled. I knew Max did the same thing to him all the time, it was now officially a family trait. “I’d like to see the lake, it sounds nice.”

He looked at you with disbelief and then chuckled, shaking his head. “You scared me for a minute there,” He admitted. “Thought you thought I was going to try to force you into something. I would never do that by the way. Never’?

“No, I didn’t think you would, I swear,” You said, feeling the need to do a little damage control. “Really, you don’t strike me as that kind of guy.”

“Good, that’s good,” He said with a nod, his perfect hair bobbing in his face. It’s amusing to watch. You lean back in my seat as we pull up real close to the water. We must be off the road by this point. But wow.

Wow.

The way that the sun was just beginning to set and the sky was turning from a blue to a peachy color, just starting, was magnificent to behold. You had seen a lot of beach sunsets in California but something like this was just - unreal. With all of the trees becoming mere silhouettes rather than detailed. You were just staring with awe through the windshield.

You didn’t even notice that Steve was staring at you, you were too busy being absolutely amazed. “Do you wanna step out?” He asked, his entire face soft when you turned to look at it. Almost like a .. a puppy looking at their favorite person. “No .. roof in the way,” He pointed out, and then winced at himself. You chuckled because God, if he wasn’t the most adorable dork in the world, you’d eat your own hair.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” You said, undoing your seatbelt and stepping out of the car, onto the pebbled beach which turned into water. You crouched down and picked up one of the rocks. It was a light gray color that many might have thought of as just plain, smooth, round, but you picked it up regardless. You rubbed your finger across the warmth. It had just been soaking up the sun all day. “Do you ever skip rocks here?” You asked.

“I used to when I was a kid. Used to come here every day in the summer,” Steve said, stepping up beside you. He was looking down at the rocks too, before finding one that was smooth and flat. Perfect for something like this. “Dunno if I still have the skills though.”

“Go on then,” You said, jutting out your chin to the water. “I wanna see what you got. I promise, if you’re awful, I won’t tell Robin and give her something else to tease you about,” You joked playfully. He rolled his eyes and gave you a little nudge before turning his body to the side, and whipping his hand out, letting the rock fly. It skipped across the water twice before sinking under the ripples of its own making.

“Yup, I still got it,” He said, picking up another stone, and tossed it like it was a coin, grabbing it again. You chuckled and then tried yours, though it only skipped the one time, before disappearing.

“Never had it. That’s the best one that I’ve ever done,” You said with a grin, still proud of yourself even if it only did the one.

“Come on, I’ll show you,” He said. For a minute there, you thought this was going to be one of those corny moments that you see all of the time. Where the guy tries to teach the girl how to play pool but pressing himself up against her, to try to ‘hold’ the pool cue properly. But it wasn’t like that at all. He actually stood across from you, showing you how to hold the stone, lightly touching my hands and your hands only. Then he mimed throwing a stone, to demonstrate the way that the arm should move as you whip it. “Try it now,” He said, finding another stone, handing it to you.

“Okay, let’s see how good a teacher you are,” You chuckled. You moved in the way that he showed you, and to your surprise, it skipped once - twice - thrice - and then dropped below the surface of the water. “Wow. A better teacher than a doer,” You said, looking at him, your face filled up with glee. “Three - that’s a record I don’t think I’ll ever break.”

“That was great,” He said, his own grin as he looked out at the water and then back at you. In the natural light, he really did look ... spectacular. And the way that he was looking at you too. It was just so .. soft. There was no leering and no ogling, he kept his eyes on your face and looked at you as if you could be ...

Salvation was the only word that came to mind. He noticed that you had caught him looking at you and looked embarrassed for a second but then, didn’t look away. “Steve...” You heard your voice say, without even knowing what you were going to follow it up with. Maybe you didn't even have to follow it up at all. He stepped in a little closer so he was still a respectful foot and a half away from you but it still felt really close.

“Are you really only staying for the summer?” He asked. He looked almost forlorn when he asked it. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, waiting for the answer that he knew wouldn’t come. You could only nod, because it was the truth. You both had to stay in the reality of this Summer, or ... who knows what could possibly happen?"Just my luck. Coolest, and most beautiful girl in Hawkins and she’s leaving at the end of the season.”

You did have to smile at the compliments. They were really nice to hear from someone, and the way that he was looking at you. This still wasn’t King Steve. He seemed to be long gone. This was someone new, that you haven’t heard about from Billy. This was more of the version that Max saw, but not nearly as annoying. Probably because he wasn’t trying to tell you what to do in the case of a giant monster attacking. And even if he did, you would probably listen to him since he has way more experience with that kind of thing in Hawkins than you do. “Yeah, it does sound like shitty luck,” you admitted. “But ... if you think about it, the summer can feel pretty long sometimes. And we still have another two months of it...”

“A lot can happen in two months,” He figured out. You moved in a little closer to him, nodding.

“And there’s these things called phones, if we want to worry about the after...”

That seemed to be all of the permission, the affirming that he needed before he crashed his lips onto yours for the first time. And as odd as it was, he just tasted like the summer. Like sunscreen and fireworks on the Fourth of July, and excitement on the beach and days where you go to the mall just to soak up the air conditioning. His hands still didn’t wander to anywhere inappropriate. They rested themselves at the bottom of your ribcage, his fingers fitting into the grooves so well. You had your hands on his chest now, moving one up to hold onto his chin, to show that you liked this. That you wanted this. Turns out neither of you had intended for anything cliche to happen at Lovers Lake, but here you were.

There wasn’t any tongue in these first kisses, no pushing further than what felt natural for the time. And it broke apart smoothly, softly, your eyes looking into his that were the exact color of dark honey. “So I can call you in September?” Steve asked, picking up where the conversation had left off.

“September, October - all of the Bers,” You said with a smile.

“My dad’s going to kill me over the phone bill,” Steve cracked a grin.

“So make sure you keep doing an amazing job at Scoops so you can pay for it,” You say, teasingly. “I can call you sometimes. Switch it up. I don’t think my dad would mind.”

“Perfect,” He said, and laid a kiss on your forehead. And it did feel that way. As long as you were out together, everything felt perfect, with the still lake and the faint smell of sunscreen and the feeling of his strong hands always right behind you - not on you, but lingering - when he walked with you back to the car, ready to catch you in case you slipped on any of the rocks.

You didn’t let him take you home. He wanted to, and he had this little look of confusion on his face when you asked him to drop you off at the corner a couple of blocks away.

“I don’t want my aunt and uncle asking questions about why I’m letting some random boy drop me off after sunset,” You explained, though it was much more about my cousin. He just didn’t need to know that ... yet.

“I want to meet them though,” Steve said, hesitantly pulling over to the curb at the corner. “You know, walk you up to the door. Maybe give you a kiss goodnight?”

He looked so cute, so hopeful when he said all of this, it made your heart beat quicker and your cheeks start to feel tight from smiling. “Maybe next time. I have to keep some mystery alive,” You say, trying to play it off as something cool. Like you weren’t concerned about Billy seeing Steve coming up to the house and come walking out with a tire iron or something similar. Or about Steve recognizing the house as Billy’s for some reason. Or more than likely, Max’s, probably dropping her off the same way that he was with you right now.

“Okay - I’ll remember you said that,” Steve said, his voice so warm. Giving in without pushing back.

You undid your seatbelt, let it roll back into the holder. You turned my body towards Steve, and saw that he was already turned towards you, giving you all of his attention. There was a faint smile on his lips, like maybe he was trying not to look too eager. “You can give me a kiss goodnight right here, if you wanted to...” You said, softly.

“Would that be okay?” He asked, and you nodded. Now that the first kiss was out of the way, you were able to relax more into the second one. You both moved in at the same time, your arms going over his shoulders, elbows resting there, pulling him in more. His went under your arms, around your back, warm, large. And your lips met in the middle, hot breath coming from nostrils, hair tickling your arms - and though he was there to support you, to keep you upright, it felt like you could be falling. Melting.

It broke off when a car drove around the corner, and your senses just went haywire, pulling away to see who it was. Not Billy. Just some station wagon going down the street. You sighed in relief and met Steve’s eyes, which looked quizzically at you. “Sorry, startled me,” You said with a little laugh. “I’ll come into the mall and see you again soon.”

“Wait,” Steve said, the backs of his fingers brushing against your arm. “Could I at least get your phone number? Just in case you .. don’t make it in?”

You smiled, took his hand from your arm and gave it a light squeeze. You started to open the car door with your other hand. “If it’s fate, you’ll guess it,” You said with a wink and got out. You closed the door behind you and started to walk down the street.

Of course it wasn’t that easy. Steve, being the sweetheart that he was, drove alongside you at a really slow pace, eyes focused more out of the passenger door window than at the road ahead. “Come on, at least let me make sure that you get to your door safely,” He said, leaning out of his seat towards you. “I’ll worry all night if I don’t.”

“Oh Steve,” You sighed. “You’re too cute for words, you know that? But my uncle is going to be even more suspicious if I’m walking down the street with a car tailing me. I’ll be fine, I can see the house from here."

“You’re absolutely sure?” Steve asked. He still had that concerned look on his face as he spoke through the window.

“Yes,” You laughed. “What do you think is going to happen?”

You regretted asking that though, as you saw his face fall. You realized he must be thinking about Barb. About what happened to Will. The dangers. But you weren’t supposed to know that stuff.

“Okay,” He finally gave in. “Will you at least come out to the mall tomorrow?”

You laughed lightly again, this time not regretting what you were about to say.

“It’s Hawkins. Where else am I going to go?”

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nicomundthered · 1 year

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A Tale of Two Animals

pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

warnings: quarantining, tooth rotting fluff at least by my standards.

summary: from the prompt- Modern au, where Arthur and reader are self quarantining with each other, and reader catches Arthur playing on her animal crossing island.

word count: 1,899

a/n: I've never played AC. I know nothing, repost from ao3.

Masterlist

Admittedly, self quarantining hadn't been that bad of an experience for you. In fact, it made you feel more than a little guilty. That while you were cooking meals, binging Netflix, and cuddling with the love of your life. People were sick, losing their jobs, and even dying.

But the way the two of you were living, It was your idea of paradise...that was until the both of you cleared out your Netflix queue.

Then things got a little rough. Arthur was a man of action, and not having anything to do had made him stir crazy. He was quicker to argue, and sometimes he’d say things without fully thinking them through.

He would always apologize profusely, even when it wasn’t necessary. You knew him, and knew that this was really hard on him. Besides, he never hurt you the way he always assumed he did. He was too hard on himself.

One time it was a little argument over a mug you loved. He had put in the dishwasher, when you’d always carefully hand wash the item.

He’d called it a ‘stupid mug’, and you, being locked up and slightly stir crazy yourself, started to tear up. He apologized on and off for the next hour, and promised to do the dishes for the next month.

A promise that so far he’d fulfilled.

Then you made the grave mistake, one that you’d regret for the next TEN days, you turned it to a local PBS station and got Arthur obsessed with a damn ten-part horse documentary.

They were an hour and forty five minutes a piece. And it wasn’t really that the footage was so boring, it was the narration. The man’s voice was calming, almost too calming, and would put you to sleep within minutes. You’d awake to the sound of the man's voice only to find Arthur still enthralled.

Which, all of this didn’t sound like a big deal, but it threw off your sleep schedule. And when you're stuck inside, with nothing to watch, sleep becomes something you really looked forward to.

And so, it became his nightly ritual to eat his dinner, wash all the dishes, put on his oversized comfy lounge pants, and sprawl out on the couch to watch another episode of the documentary.

On the fourth night of the documentary you had reached your limit. You just could not take one more second of his old monotone voice, and you searched the internet for something to entertain you...or rather something that you could buy, you should say.

It was then you came upon the new Animal Crossing game. You had played it when you were younger and really enjoyed it, so without overthinking it you added it to your cart, paid a little extra for overnight shipping (you desperately needed it before tomorrow night), and purchased it.

After making sure you received your email receipt, you stood from the couch, stretched a little, and kissed Arthur on the top of his head.

He tore his eyes from the television and looked up at you. “You goin’ to bed so early?”

“Yeah, I’m feeling a little tired.”

He moved to stand but you gently pushed him back down. “Finish your show.” You bent down and kissed him lovingly on the mouth.

“I can pause it and save it for tomorrow.” His eyes twinkled with mischief and any other night you would have pulled him to the bedroom, but you were NOT prolonging your torture for another night.

“No! I mean no, I don’t really feel well. Kinda got a headache.”

He frowned and reached up to feel your forehead. “You need me to run to the store to get ya sumthin’?”

You smiled. “No, I’m fine, really just need some sleep.” You yawned trying to convince him.

You were apparently an ok actor. “Well alright. You let me know if ain’t feelin’ good sweetheart.”

“I will, I promise.”

When he nodded satisfied with your answer, and pressed play, you almost ran to your bedroom.

The next day you spent not so patiently waiting for your package. Just after you put away the sandwich stuff that you used to prepare lunch, you got the notification that it was delivered.

You ran to the door almost dropping your phone, and retrieved your small box. You ripped through the packaging and waited for it to load on your switch.

And just as Timmy and Tommy were welcoming you to the game, Arthur walked in hair wet and slicked back, wearing nothing but a towel. He smelled fresh and amazing, just as he always did.

“I thought I heard the door slam.”

“You did, it’s fine. I just got a package.” You didn’t look up as you were reading the instructions on the small screen. To be honest you didn’t want to get distracted, and before you was one hell of one.

He frightened you a little as he bent over you curious as to what you were doing.

“It’s just a little game that I wanted to play. Figured it would be a great time since I’m stuck here.”

Taking one look at the graphics you could tell he wanted to make fun of you by the way he opened and closed his mouth a few times.

You decided to stop him short, not wanting another stupid argument. “I played it when I was a kid. It's super nostalgic for me.”

His nod was one of understanding and thanks, glad that he didn’t start something from nothing.

And that’s the last you really paid attention to anything for hours, until he brought you a plate of hot tacos.

You looked up red eyed and confused. “What time is it?” You looked around for your phone.

He handed it to you and chuckled. “Goin’ on eight. Thought you might be hungry.”

You gave a playful pout as your stomach growled smelling the delicious looking food.

“Game must be really good.”

You nodded with a mouthful of taco. A little embarrassed that you ate half of it in one bite. But happy that he knew exactly how you liked yours prepared.

“What’s it about?”

You swallowed. “Eh, nothing really. You just kind of build things and help friends out”.

“Oh well, I’m glad you're having fun.” He said without any malice.

“Gosh Arthur these tacos are amazing.” You took another large bite.

He chuckled lightly “It’s like you say, things always taste better when you don’t make them.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t help. I know it’s been our thing since...”

He raised his hand in dismissal. “You cook all the time for me. It is the least I could do for you. ‘Sides you looked like you were really having a good time.”

Your face flushed slightly. Had he been watching you? You knew you did that thing where you bit your bottom lip when you concentrated. It made you a little self conscious, but he would have none of that.

“You sure are beautiful, you know that?” He gently moved a piece of hair from your forehead.

“Arthur…”

“I mean it. You’re absolutely perfect. Can’t believe I’m so lucky.” He shook his head in amazement.

You were at a loss for words so you replied with the only thing you knew he needed to hear. “I love you so much Arthur.”

He reached down and kissed you hard. Sometimes words weren’t enough for him. He was after all, a man of action.

Things were getting heated, your tacos forgotten, when an alarm started blaring.

You looked at him in a daze and giggled softly. “It’s time for your program.”

He slowly opened his eyes and sighed. “Yep.”

He stared at you looking drugged by your beauty.

You smacked his arm playfully. “Watch your ponies.”

That sobbered him up. “They ain’t ‘ponies’ they are stallions and mustangs, and..”

“I’m joking.” You cut him short saving his lecture for later you were sure. “Hurry you're going to miss some of it.”

He turned the TV on, and you excitedly picked your game back up. So focused on it, you never heard a word the boring old man said.

It was late. Real late. You hadn’t played a game through the night since you were in high school. But as you admired your island, you felt that it was worth it.

You looked to the otherside of the couch and saw that Arthur hadn’t wanted to leave you. He was sprawled out breathing heavily, obviously deep in sleep.

The sun was rising and you thought it a better idea just to leave him be. He’d be up soon anyhow. You plugged your game in to charge and went to get a couple hours of sleep.

It was around lunch time when you awoke. You hated sleeping in but then again, where did you have to be?

After showering, and brushing your hair and teeth, you groggily made your way to make some coffee.

When you entered the hallway you heard your game. Worried that you had left it on you hurriedly entered the room, and to your surprise, were met with the sight of Arthur, brows furrowed, deep in concentration playing your game.

You smiled wickedly at the sight and cleared your throat loudly.

He jumped like he had just been shot and placed your game quickly on the coffee table. “Oh god! You scared me.” He placed his hand on his chest for dramatic effect.

You walked over to him slowly, hands on your hips, and tried your best to look angry. “Now what were you just doin’?”

“I, I…”

“You what?”

“I was just curious is all.” He nervously ran his hand through his hair.

“Curious?”

“Well, yeah. You were havin’ so much fun, I just wanted to see what it was about. Ya know?”

His voice sounded so innocent and his eyes looked so wide from shock. Arthur Morgan wasn't used to getting caught.

You really shouldn't do it but you couldn't help it, you started laughing. So hard that you actually had to bend over.

He stood up placing his hands on his hips. His hair was an absolute mess, sticking up from all angles, and he actually attempted to look at you seriously.

Which, of course, made you laugh harder. So hard that tears started streaming down your face. There was something about this large, handsome, intimidating man, sneaking your switch and waiting until you were asleep to play Animal Crossing. And then getting caught all while being extremely embarrassed about it.

Either he finally started to see the humor in it, or perhaps he got joy out of seeing you so happy, he too started to laugh.

He walked to you and hugged you tightly, then playfully threw you onto the couch. Neither of you stopped laughing for a while, not until your sides were splitting and you could take no more.

He nuzzled your neck. “I’m real sorry I played your game without permission.”

You briefly chuckled while stroking his muscular arm. “No you're not.” You whispered back.

“Alright, I’m sorry that I got caught.”

You both kept laughing until, still tired from the previous night, you fell asleep in each other's arms.

A loud alarm woke you both. You snatched his phone from the side table mercifully stopping the noise.

He mumbled. “Don’t worry it's recording.”

You sighed heavily.

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#arthur morgan x reader #Arthur Morgan x you #arthur morgan x female reader #my fics

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Mr Evershed x Student!reader - your role model

Hello, I have another idea for a EvershedStudent! Reader. Could you please write about a Student, who works after school in the restaurant until late in the evening, thats why Reader is usually tired at school? Evershed meets Reader in the restaurant because Reader is serving him. He sees the pressure Reader is under (strict boss) and how Reader tries to balance school and work. However, the Student needs the work because he/she is an orphan and the foster Family doesn't care what happens to Reader. Reader is trying to not spend time at the forster home, saving money from working to have a better life and Evershed takes care of the student. Key word: father figure. - Anon 💜

Sitting at the desk, you had your head resting on your hand as you looked at the computer before looking back at the sheet of paper next to you.

“(Y/N) you’re on close tonight.”

You turned to your boss.

“What? I’ve been here since 4, in supposed to finish at 7.” You said.

“And, bar manager called in sick, Terry needs to cover bar, you’re going to here until close. Before you ask you’re not getting overtime and I need you to run point on the delivery that’s just come in, then do the health and safety checks for the stage for tomorrow.”

You sighed a little and nodded your head, knowing it was best not to argue with your manager.

You weren’t to bothered, the restaurant itself closed at 10, so it was only a few extra hours, and you weren’t allowed to work in the bar so you could go straight away.

“Peter, I’m doing the stock take and I notice the inventory isn’t matching up.” You said.

He looked over your shoulder and looked at the paper.

“Count it again, I’m going home. Let bar management when know when you’re done.”

With that he grabbed his jacket and left and you sighed as you picked up the paper, slipping it into the pocket of your apron you left the office.

Terry waved you over and you padded behind the bar, and he leant back on the counter as he looked at you.

“Overtime?”

“Yup, but whatever I don’t really care. There’s a discrepancy in the stock, can you help me check it after I’ve done delivery?”

“Yeah, you’re not waiting today?”

“Short staffed so guess who’s got to do all the managers duties because he wants to go home.” You scoffed.

“Jeez kid, you’re not even getting supposed to be doing it.”

You shrugged a little and picked up the clipboard and a pen.

“More experience at least. I’m leaving as soon as I can anyways.”

You walked away, tucking the clipboard under your arm as you walked through the restaurant to the back to sort the delivery and you stopped when you didn’t see it.

“Gemma where’s the delivery?” You called.

The waitress turned around and shrugged.

“I think it’s outside waiting for someone to handle it, the driver doesn’t know where to take it!” She called.

You groaned and made your way back through the restaurant, pushing the door opened you smiled at the driver and apologised.

“Just take it through the back, I’ll sort it there.” You smiled.

“You sure? I can put them where you need them, it’s my last delivery anyway.”

“Nah it’s cool, you gotta get home.”

You filled in some paperwork and walked back into the restaurant, watching as he brought the things through for you.

While you were stood there you saw some people out the corner of your eye come in and look around.

“Katie can you seat those customers please?”

“No problem.” She smiled.

She showed them to their seats which just happened to be in front of where you stood and you carried on watching the delivery man and when he was done he passed you some more paperwork and left.

“(Y/N)?”

You flicked your eyes up and looked back down before you stopped what you were doing and lowered the clipboard.

There sat your teacher with what you could only assume was his family.

“Evening sir, how are you?” You smiled.

“I’m good thanks. How are you?”

You heard your name being called and you smiled at him.

“I’m good I’m sorry I’ve got to go but come find me if you need anything.”

Padding over to the kitchen assistant who was calling you, you helped him with his issue and made your way back over to the bar staff who were with the delivery.

“Do we have an inventory list for this lot or has Terry lost it again?”

“No, no, I’ve got it.” You laughed.

You handed her the list and crouched down, marking of the number of boxes that you had sitting there and you pulled a marker out of your pocket.

Marking a few of them you stood up.

“These ones need to go straight to the bar, just leave everything else in the back for now it’s going to be a busy night don’t stress about those ones.”

You heard your phone ringing and you set your clipboard down, pulling your phone out you saw it was the manager of the restaurant.

Answering it, you had a brief phone call before sighing and hanging up, walking over to Katie who was talking to Mr Evershed.

“Sorry to intrude, we’ll just be a second.”

You pulled her away and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“So Peter has approved of Megan’s, Ryan’s and Reece’s holidays. You’re going to be three people down tonight, bar staff don’t need to be covering the bar until 9, can you manager that?”

“Yeah that’s fine, don’t worry we’ll manage.” She smiled.

You nodded and let her carry on and Mr Evershed watched as you rushed away.

The entire time he was there he would see you walking to and from somewhere, filling in papers or carrying boxes.

“Martin it’s just her job.” His wife whispered.

“I know, I know. But she’s so young, she shouldn’t be doing half of this.”

His wife gave him a look and he dropped it, not wanting to push it anymore.

Things were already tense since he had become acting head teacher of the school. He wanted to work on his marriage and make it work, but part of him couldn’t help but worry about you.

He was halfway through his meal when he heard your name being called from the door and a lot of people look up and so did you.

“You changed the rota?!” Peter snapped.

“What choice did I have? Katie needs more people for her team, a few people agreed to come in.” You said.

Peter stormed over and pulled you into the far corner of the restaurant.

“So you changed the rota?! You’re not a manager!”

“We’re understaffed sir! I don’t have much choice here with it being delivery, the bar is about to be flooded by football lovers, Katie needs people for the last two hours.”

Peter looked at you furiously and pointed a finger.

“They’re overtime is coming out of your pay!” He snapped.

He stormed into the office and slammed the door and you just sighed, going back to what you were doing.

The following day you weren’t at school, you had called in sick, unable to tell the school you were working.

It was a Friday so you weren’t too fussed, but over the entire weekend all you did was work, you had no time for your homework.

A few weeks passed, and Mr Evershed had forgotten about what happened at the restaurant but when he was covering a class and he saw you falling asleep he remembered it again.

It was last class of the day, so he didn’t say anything, but when the bell went you snapped to attention and quickly started packing everything away.

“(Y/N) could we have a word?”

Looking up at him you shook your head and checked your watch.

“Sorry sir, I can’t. Can we talk tomorrow or something?”

With that, you grabbed your keys from the table and rushed away.

He was dragged to the bar that night by a few other teachers, and again he spotted you running through the doors.

“You’re late.” Peter snapped.

“Sorry! Im sorry!” You gasped out.

Mr Evershed frowned from where he was stood at the bar.

“Isn’t that (Y/N)?” Mr Hussain whispered.

“Yeah, yeah it is.”

Both teachers watched the scene play out.

“There’s absolutely no excuse for it! You’re on thin ice already (L/N) I will fire you right here!”

You went to reply but when you felt a hand on your shoulder you looked up at Mr Hussein.

Mr Evershed stepped up as well.

“Im sorry she was late, we were trying to get her to join football club. We didn’t know she was already committed to other things.” Mr Evershed smiled.

“Yeah bro, completely our fault.” The other teacher nodded.

Peter looked at you then the two teachers before sighing.

“Whatever as long as it don’t happen again.”

Your manager left and you turned to the teachers.

“Thanks, sorry I’ve got to get to work now.”

You rushed away and they went back to the bar to carry on talking and enjoying a few drinks.

That’s when Mr Evershed noticed the sharp drop in not just your grades but your attendance as well.

He was incredibly worried, he tried to find some sort of contact details for a parent or guardian but there was none.

“Loraine!” He called.

She came walking in.

“Why’s there no contact details for (Y/N)s parents?”

“She’s never given us any. They’ve never turned up to any meetings or anything, I have an address and a phone number for (Y/N) that’s it.”

Mr Evershed nodded and asked for them both.

He tried calling but it went to voicemail, so he left a message and waited another day, but there was no response and he finally gave in.

He needed to check up on you, so, knowing he shouldn’t, he went to your address and found himself in a very dodgy part of Ackley, and the building looked like it was falling apart as he walked in.

He found your flat number and lightly knocked on the door.

There was a bit of grumbling on the other side and the door opened.

“Mr Evershed?”

“I came to check on you, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, sorry I’ve been busy. You can come in if you want, or if not we can go for a walk or something?”

“How about a walk?” He smiled.

You nodded, asking him to wait a few minutes and you came back to the door, locking it behind him you left the building and began to walk.

“You’ve not been at school, your grades are dropping and last time you were in you were falling asleep. Is everything okay (Y/N)?”

You sighed and sat on a bench at a small empty park, so he sat down with you.

“I’m sorry sir, I’ve been really stressed out with work.”

“You know you don’t need to work yet, right? You’ve still got time.”

You shook your head.

“I need to work.. if I don’t I’ll loose my flat…” you mumbled.

Mr Evershed frowned a little and looked at you. He could see you were exhausted.

“Do you live alone…?” He asked softly.

You nodded your head, refusing to look up at him and he found himself speechless.

You were so young, and you were working, just trying to do anything to keep a roof over your own head.

“I’ve been living alone since last year… my parents passed away when I was younger, and my foster family didn’t care about me, so I moved out. It’s not the best flat, but it’s my home you know?”

“You know the school can help you with this right?”

You shook your head.

“I don’t want your handouts sir, I’ve worked hard for what I have. I don’t want to take what someone else might need.”

Mr Evershed looked at you.

“And what about what you need?”

“I have everything I need, I have a roof over my head, a job that pays the bills, and my neighbors give me extra shopping they don’t want.”

“You can’t shop?”

“I usually eat at work or school.”

Mr Evershed shook his head and stood up, putting his hands in his pockets.

“I can’t let this carry on, come on.”

You looked up frantically.

“You can’t take my flat away from me!”

“I’m not, we’re just going to buy you some shopping.”

“It’s okay, I have some stuff.”

“Uh huh? What do you have?”

You gave him a short list and he shook his head, crouching down to look up at you with a soft smile on his face.

“I don’t mind it (Y/N), I’ve got more than enough at Home. How about we just get you some basic things?”

“Don’t know what I need…” you mumbled.

He chuckled a little and stood up, holding his hand out.

“Let’s go write a list then, I’m not letting you carry on this way. Okay? You can quit your job, the school can get you set up on benefits for your rent and other bills.”

You looked up at him.

“I’m not quitting, but I guess I can lower my hours a bit…”

“That’s a start.”

You let him pull you up and you took him back so he could help you write a shopping list and he took you to get everything that you needed.

Mr Evershed helped bring it back and he helped you out it all away.

He found a way to get you benefits that would cover your living costs, and he arranged after school classes to help you catch up on everything.

It became routine for him to bring you shopping once every two weeks, and he would leave you some money just in case you needed it.

He saw a huge change, you weren’t as stressed anymore and the half term came around.

Mr Evershed came to drop of some shopping and saw you standing in front of your sink with things all over the place.

“(Y/N)?”

“I think I broke my sink?”

Setting the bags down, Mr Evershed crouched down and you showed him the problem.

“Maybe we should call a plumber?” He asked.

“Oh you can do that?”

Mr Evershed smiled and nodded and quickly called for someone before coming back over and watching you sit down as you unpacked shopping.

“You got me this?”

You held up a tub of sweets.

“It’s your favourite, of course. You’ve got to have snacks too.”

You grinned and passed him things to put away and then asked him to help you with your homework.

Mr Evershed had basically become your dad, he was a role model for you, someone to look up to and ask for help or advice with.

He had basically adopted you, he attended parents evening on your behalf, made note of what you liked and didn’t like, but made sure to keep it fair with school work and grades.

At the end of the day he was the headteacher, he had a duty of care to his students, but felt like he had some extra responsibility for you and he had to look after you.

Because you didn’t have anyone else, and he couldn’t let that happen

#Ackley bridge #Ackley bridge x reader #Ackley bridge x you #Ackley bridge imagine #mr Evershed #mr evershed x you #mr evershed x reader #mr evershed imagine

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omg imagine angel y/n being at harry's house one day while he's at work and she notices evie the cat getting sick. like maybe she's throwing up her cat food which is unusual for her. so y/n calls aster harry and tells him what's going on with his cat and he gets all worried. so worried he has to leave work early and when he gets home y/n and him both take her to the vet. he's holding evie on the ride to the vet while y/n drives and evie not only had been physically sick but she seems lethargic too. so y/n is having to comfort harry because he's all worked up thinking the worst case scenario about his sweet evie. come to find out she just had a bad reaction to her food that day and got a bit dehydrated. the vet doctors gave evie a shot and some meds and told them that she should be as good as new by tomorrow. that night they didn't want to let the cat out of their sight so they allowed evie to sleep in bed with them. 🥹

a little family crisis I’m so:((((( and the detail of y/n driving so h can hold Evie I’m SO:( and I think they usually let her sleep in bed w them anyway but that night it’s extra special aand they let her sleep up on their pillows and h is constantly petting her until hs falls asleep:(

#anon #ask #aster inspo #concept

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feverishly-kpop · 1 year

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Ateez Performance Line - Part 2

After two days of being laid up with the flu, Wooyoung’s condition still hadn’t improved, leaving Yunho and Mingi to continue working on the choreography for the last three songs. With their deadline looming, they agreed they’d have to put in some extra hours to finish within the week. It had become apparent to both of them how much smoother the process was as a team of three than when one member was missing. The possibility of not finishing hadn’t even been considered when they started, but without Wooyoung, they weren’t so confident anymore.

Yunho looked at his watch, realizing that it was already midnight. “Mingi, we’ve been at this since 9:00 this morning. I don’t know how much more I can do” he said honestly.

“I know,” Mingi replied, grabbing his water bottle. “But if we don’t finish this section tonight, there’s no way we’ll be able to get the other two songs done in time.”

“Wooyoung might be able to come back in a few days to help us finish” Yunho said optimistically. “We get a lot more done when he’s here.”

Mingi sighed and shook his head. “Hongjoong-hyung said that he has to be fever-free for 24 hours before he can even think about coming back to work. And Seonghwa-hyung said that his temperature hasn’t gone down much at all over the last couple days, not to mention he can’t keep anything down. Even once his fever breaks, he’ll probably need a few days to get his strength back.”

Wether he liked it or not, Yunho knew that Mingi was right, and there wasn’t any way around it. Hongjoong had already asked if they could get a few extra days but, unfortunately that wasn’t a possibility.

“What if we brought in Sannie? Or Yeosang?” Yunho asked.

“Yunho, I know you’re tired. I am too. But bringing in somebody who’s never worked with us in this capacity and doesn’t know our process? That’s not going to help anything” Mingi responded. “We just have to get to the end of this section, then we’ll go home. An hour more, two tops.”

Yunho nodded and stood up, ready to get back to work. He figured that the sooner they got back to it, the sooner they’d be done.

*~*~*~*~*~

By 1:30 AM, they had gotten through what had set out to accomplish and decided to call it a day.

“What time do you want to start tomorrow?” Mingi asked as he slid on his coat. Yunho rolled his eyes at that.

“Can we not think about that right now?” He responded with a bit of edge to his voice. “We literally haven’t even left and you already want to talk about tomorrow?”

Mingi knew Yunho well enough to know that his attitude with coming from a place of exhaustion, not anger. “I know, it sucks” he said simply. Yunho sighed, feeling guilty for snapping, but Mingi continued. “You can shower first when we get home.”

“I’m sorry,” Yunho muttered as Mingi closed the door behind them.

“Nothing to apologize for. Just get some sleep tonight” Mingi responded, locking the studio up for the night.

*~*~*~*~*~

Yunho was woken up the next morning by San. “Mingi asked me to get you up” he said apologetically after having heard Yunho finally go to bed around 2:30 that morning.

“What time is it?” Yunho asked hoarsely, his voice still heavy with sleep.

“It’s 7:00 AM” San responded, helping Yunho untangle himself from his covers. He couldn’t help but notice how exhausted Yunho was, or how pale his face had gotten since he last saw him the morning prior. “Are you feeling okay, Yunho? You don’t look so good” he asked.

“Huh? Yeah I’m fine” Yunho responded. “How is Wooyoung?” He asked, quickly changing the subject.

“Seonghwa-hyung said he slept through the night without getting sick, and his fever is down a bit this morning. They’re just hoping it stays down since it came down yesterday morning before spiking again during the afternoon. He’s been really uncomfortable and…” San continued on, but Yunho stopped following, laying back down.

“Mingi will kill me if you go back to sleep” San said, catching Yunho’s attention again.

“Okay, yeah, sorry, I’ll get up” Yunho responded, sitting up again. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

Seeming satisfied, San patted his head and stood up, leaving him alone to get dressed. Once he heard the doorknob click, he sighed deeply, holding his pounding head in his hands. Yunho knew that San usually kept some pain medicine in his bedside table, so he quickly got up and rummaged around the the drawer until he found the bottle and dry swallowed a couple tablets. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. San was right, he did look pretty pale, but then again he had hardly slept that night.

After a few more minutes of getting ready, Yunho wandered into the living room, finding Mingi ready to leave along with Hongjoong.

“Grab something to eat, Yunho,” Hongjoong instructed. “Eden-hyung is waiting for me at the studio so we have to get going.”

Yunho nodded tiredly as he absentmindedly reached for a banana off the counter before following the other two out the door.

*~*~*~*~*~

“I don’t think that would make sense, Yunho…if you want Yeosang on the left at the beginning of this formation, there’s no way he’d be able to get there after finishing the chorus all the way on the right…” Mingi said to Yunho, furiously scribbling on their white board.

“Yeah, sorry, I guess I didn’t think about that,” Yunho replied, subconsciously rubbing his temples. He typically wouldn’t miss those types of details but this wasn’t his first slip up of the day and Mingi couldn’t help but notice.

“Do you want to break for lunch?” Mingi responded tentatively. Yunho nodded lightly in response, eyes still cast down. “Okay, no problem,” Mingi said softly, “I’ll go get some food, why don’t you lie down in the lounge for a bit while I’m gone.”

Mingi felt like he was experiencing deja vu. He could tell that Yunho was trying his best, but he seemed to be all over the place today. After giving it some thought, Mingi decided that he’d see how Yunho was doing after eating some lunch and then he’d figure out what to do from there.

Mingi led Yunho to the lounge where he collapsed onto the couch immediately. As he draped a few blankets over Yunho, who’s eyes were already fluttering closed, his heart sank. As much as he wanted to believe that Yunho was just tired from the long hours they’ve been putting in the last few day, Mingi couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d be choreographing the last few songs independently.

By the time Mingi got back, Yunho was fast asleep, his body curled up, looking impossibly tiny. Mingi knelt down beside him, pulling the blankets up before laying his palm on Yunho’s forehead, finding him feverish to the touch.

There was no use in waking Yunho up at this point, so Mingi gathered up their food and quietly left Yunho to rest, flipping the “do not disturb” placard on the lounge door. After dropping his own lunch in the dance studio, Mingi proceeded to Hongjoong’s studio to let him know that Yunho would need a ride home.

*~*~*~*~*~

Hongjoong and Eden had been working on mixing a few tracks for the upcoming album when Mingi knocked on the door and entered with a dark look on his face.

“Hey, we were just about to take a break if you and Yunho want to join” Hongjoong said, closing his laptop.

Mingi shook his head as he dropped Yunho’s lunch on the desk where Eden was sitting. “Thanks, but I have to keep working. Yunho’s not feeling well, he’s asleep in the lounge. Can you arrange him a ride home? I’m sorry, I just really have to get back. I’ve got just about two and a half songs to get through and…”

“Mingi,” Hongjoong interrupted, “it’s okay. We’ll take care of Yunho. Just focus on the choreography.” Mingi nodded and left without another word.

*~*~*~*~*~

Hongjoong let out an audible sigh and he opened the lounge door, finding Yunho asleep, his face pale besides the bright flush in his cheeks. He knelt down beside him, trying to wake him without startling him.

As Yunho opened his eyes, he glanced around, confused to see Hongjoong in front of him and Eden walking through the door with his coat and bag.

“Shit, I have to get back to work” Yunho muttered, but made no attempt to get up.

“No, Yunho-ah, I’m going to take you home. You’re sick” Hongjoong replied, rubbing Yunho’s shoulder.

“Mingi needs me” he attempted to argue weakly, struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Mingi needs you to rest, so you can recover quickly” Eden interjected. “Now let’s get you up so Hongjoong-hyung can get you home and back to bed.”

Eden had just about gotten Yunho bundled up in his jacket and ready to meet the driver downstairs when Yunho stopped in his tracks, diving toward the waste bin against the wall. Hongjoong knelt down with him, trying to comfort him until Yunho seemed to be done vomiting.

“Maybe you guys should just take the bin with you, just in case…” Eden said as he helped Yunho off the floor. Hongjoong nodded, carrying it at an arms length as Eden all but dragged an exhausted Yunho to the car.

Once they had reached the car, Hongjoong helped Yunho from Eden’s arms into the backseat. “I’m sorry, hyung,” Yunho repeated to Eden, trying to bow politely before Eden reached out to stop him.

“It’s okay, Yunho, just focus on getting better. Get lots of rest and listen to your hyungs” he replied, closing the door as Hongjoong walked around to the opposite side of the car.

#kpop sickfic #kpop fluff #ateez fluff #ateez sickfic #sickfic #ateez #yunho #yunho sick #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung #sick wooyoung #kpop sick

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heymeowmao · 1 year

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2023.03.21 - https://weibo.com/l/wblive/p/show/1022:2321324881830741672021

Long time no see!

LYN: Hallo everybody, good evening. I am Modern Brothers’ Liu Yuning. Welcome!

C: Ning-ge looks so handsome today. LYN: And what day was I lacking? When did it seem like my stream was lacking a little, tell me and I will go delete the playback for that “episode”. Alright? If you have any opinions you can tell me.

C: Ning-ge, you look thinner. LYN: I’m not thinner; I’m just the same. My guess is that you just haven’t seen me in too long and you’ve missed me too much. There’s that song, right- “思念是一种病” (longing for someone is a type of sickness). Then you... you’re all sick. - C: It’s so high quality today. LYN: You must have missed the last stream. I’ve upgraded my lights and adjusted the camera so now there’s a different kind of clarity- the kind that makes it kind of 3D. - C: We’re all sick? LYN: Right. I’m a doctor, aren’t I? Call me Doctor Liu. C: You already said it- we’re lovesick. LYN: “Lovesick”... OMG... you all are... sweet-talkers.

C: Ning-ge, today is my birthday. LYN: Happy Birthday to you, friend. I wish you a Happy Birthday... LYN: /got distracted by his wig/ Why is this hair so long? I’ll pull it out. // There was an extra hair there... Here’s another one. /blows it away/ It’ll make another LYN.

LYN: I did make a prior announcement today, telling you I would stream. Because uhm... I got out a little earlier for today but I don’t think I will get the chance to later. We’ll be moving from Hengdian to shoot in another location soon. When I reach that new city I don’t think I’ll be able to stream. I’ll still bring my equipment and everything but the I don’t think I can stream regularly. I don’t think I’ll have the time to stream, anyway. Also this month I’ve a whole bunch of OSTs I still haven’t recorded yet. I was planning to wrap early and go record them, but my vocal condition isn’t that great today. So instead of recording I had a choice: 1. stream, or 2. record. Since I’m not in the best condition I thought it better to hold off on recording and come to chat instead. I’ve still got an early start tomorrow. C: You aren’t regularly streaming now. LYN: I know. The last time I streamed was on the 8th? That was more than a dozen days ago, right? I don’t quite remember. I’ll try to stream at least twice a month, now. That’s enough. Don’t they say that it’s because of my streams that there are so many (weibo) accounts? I don’t know if it’s true or not, and I don’t care, all I want to do is stream. That’s all I have to do. LYN: So, I welcome other people’s fans, too. You can also watch my stream.

LYN: Cheers! LYN: All I want to do is keep you company.

C: Ning-ge, I’m celebrating my great 20th birthday! (大寿) LYN: Don’t mess around. You think 20 counts as a “great” birthday? That’s not very auspicious. Don’t think that your joke is very humorous, it’s not auspicious. Twenty doesn’t count as a “great” birthday. That’s like... you’ve just been born. You’re just a child. You still have a long life to live. Why did you make it seem like living until you’re twenty is something so difficult?

LYN: Honestly speaking, every time I stream it affects my state of being when acting. Really. Streaming affects my acting. I didn’t know about it before but recently I’ve felt that after I stream, and then go to the set the next day... I can’t say my (standard mandarin) lines straight. The lines I say every day become hard to pronounce in Standard Mandarin. I remember one day I had a line, “Why don’t you sleep in my room? The heating burns hotter.” But when I recited it, it came out with a Northeastern accent. C: Standard is hard. LYN: Isn’t it? But we just have to keep learning as we age. Especially since my Standard Mandarin used to be pretty poor. I’m from the Northeast, and we don’t differentiate between sh- and s-. So for me, I’ve already put enough effort into Standard Mandarin in the time that I have, and in the rest of the time... /long pause/ ...I do other things. With Standard dialect it’s a long learning process- there will always be room for improvement. LYN: It’s the same for other regions, whether you’re from Sichuan, Changsha, or... just everywhere. There could be a period of time you experienced where you were constantly using Standard Mandarin, and you could have come to a point where you think your pronunciation is already very good. But then, like around the New Year, you go back to your hometown. You’re talking with you family in your native dialect and then after half a month you return and find that your Standard dialect is lacking again. All languages are spoken according to your environment. Let’s give you an example- say you’re from the South, and you have a roommate who’s from the Northeast. After a while, your own speech is going to be affected by the Northeastern dialect. I don’t know if you’ve ever had such an experience? It’s alright, though. It’s okay. I just have to keep practicing my Standard dialect, and I will. C: I’m from Shandong. LYN: /in the Shandong dialect/ You’re from Shandong?? // In my stream I purposefully use my hometown dialect. This goes for when I’m on variety shows, as well; But when I’m shooting my dramas I use Standard. But why do I do this? Because I feel like when I use my hometown dialect in my stream, it gives us a sense of closeness. Also the Northeastern dialect itself carries a sense of humor. Strangely, it’s humorous. I just want my stream to be somewhere you can take a rest. Otherwise I’d only be here to promote my album or my upcoming drama. But I don’t want that. C: Use Standard to stream. LYN: Nah. I just want you to feel the sense of a gap. Many of you might not have seen my dramas, but you’ve seen my stream. You could have come across clips of me on weibo or something, and thought “Why does this fellow open his mouth and sound like a fool?? This kid sounds like he came from the bottom of the ocean.” (Dandong is a coastal city.) And then later, they could see me in a drama and think, “Oh? He doesn’t sound like he did before!” Now they can feel the difference in character and they won’t mistake my character in the drama for my character while I am streaming. This is a difference that I purposely want to create.

LYN: Our main theme here is contrast. /laughs/ It seems like anything that comes up here is the main theme. Like, “Our main dish today is...” It’s normally like that, isn’t it. When I was working in the restaurant as a waiter, I would serve the customers. They would ask, “What’s your special today?” Normally the waiters will recommend you something in one of two categories. The first is their main dish- their specialty, that the chef cooks well. For example, you can go to eat the... the... /thinking/ ?? Aren’t I a cook? Why can’t I think of the names of any dishes?? Okay- for example you want to eat 殺豬菜 (sha-zhu-cai; literally = “kill-pig-dish”), so you go to a restaurant that’s called “Dongbei Sha-Zhu-Cai” and when you ask the waiter what they can recommend, they’re going to say “sha-zhu-cai”, right? Then, the other possibility is that they recommend whatever is excess in the kitchen. For example, you ordered 20kg of beef yesterday and if you don’t sell it today it will go to waste. Then, you (as the waiter) would say to the customer, “We’re recommending a new dish today. Called “sha-niu-cai” (kill-cow-dish).” /laughs/ Of course, not like that. But you have to think of ways to get this beef sold. But in the end, whatever we recommend as the “main dish” is whatever we want to recommend to you. It doesn’t mean that it’s really the “main” dish. LYN: Right now our main theme is “contrast” and it should only be used for this particular moment. Whether it is still the main theme later doesn’t really matter. - C: Did you stick double-eyelid tape? LYN: No. // Did I?? /scratches his eyelid/ Oh, no. LYN: I took it off just now. LOL. - C: What is “sha-zhu-cai”? LYN: It’s a specialty in the Northeast. It’s a stew made of pork belly and pickled mustard greens and sometimes people put either rice noodles or tofu in it. Sometimes there’ll be blood sausage. It depends. - C: Ning-ge, your double eyelids are pretty prominent these days. LYN: Ah. I really didn’t go get double-eyelid surgery, okay? I didn’t get thread embedding, either. These days not only do I have double eyelids, sometimes I wake up to go to work and I have triple eyelids. For the past two days, when I woke up and got to work, the makeup artist asked me, “What’s wrong with your eyes? Did you cry last night?” And I replied, “Yes. People online are saying I’m ugly so I go home and cry.” They said, “Oh, okay, Cry less because after you cry you wake up the next morning with triple eyelids.” There are three layers. Later, I was thinking about it, and- no, I wasn’t really crying- I think it’s because... I’m getting older so my skin is getting saggier. That’s the only way I can comfort myself. I’ve just reached the age in life where my eyelids cant hold themselves up anymore. Now I have triple eyelids.

C: Ning-ge, your lower eyelids are more prominent too. (aegyo sal/love band) LYN: Those are just eye bags. Those are eye bags and dark circles- it doesn’t have a sliver of relation to the love band. Mine are just... eye bags. Why can’t you see them right now? Because I have turned on the beauty filter very high. Blur is already on 100- you can’t see a single wrinkle on my face. Even my eye bags have been worn smooth by the filter. The records of time have all been blurred away. It’s because I have the filter on. Yeah. So...

C: Ning-ge, your lips are protruding. LYN: My lips are not protruding. You can’t treat me like this. I’m sure that if you’re watching my stream right now, even if you aren’t my fan, you don’t HATE me, right? You can be kind, can’t you? The problem here is, I can self-diss and say I’m old and my eyelids are sagging but you can’t start following along and diss me, too. LYN: I said I was old, my eyelids were sagging, I have wrinkles and eye bags, and then you can’t just come up and say, “Yes, your lips are protruding too.” We don’t do that here, okay? I can make fun of myself but if you start making fun of me then that’s a personal attack. I do it to make you laugh and relax, to joke around. But you can’t get caught up and start too. Are you monkeys? I give you a stick and you’ll climb right up?? Everyone else’s fans are like this- (I’ll say) “I feel like I’ve gotten fatter recently” and other people’s fans say, “No, no. In our hearts, you are the thinnest! As thin as a match. You’re the prettiest!” But when I start saying that I’m old and have eye bags, my fans say, “Yes. Your lips are protruding, too.” LYN: /sigh/ LYN: I’ll give you a flying kick!

C: Ning-ge, your hair looks less, too. LYN: You! I’ll slap you!! My hair is thinning?? I’m the spokesperson for L’Oréal!! Don’t say any nonsense, here! You’re going to make me lose my sponsorship. XD LYN: It doesn’t matter if you say it normally, but saying that right now means that people are more likely to believe you. Because lately I keep wearing these wigs in my stream. The rate of believability immediately raises. One person says, “It seems like Ning-ge is losing hair recently” and at this moment another one chimes in, “You might be right... he’s always wearing a wig in the stream. It can’t be that he’s balding, right??” You’re going to affect my market value. D: Stop messing around. C: Take off your wig to prove (that you’re not balding). LYN: I won’t! Some things need to be proven and some things don’t. 清者自清 (the wise man knows he knows nothing).

C: Ning-ge, is your foot completely healed now? LYN: There’s no way it can be completely healed. The bone needs time. Right now the bones are pretty much set- they've healed correctly and are starting to mend. It’s fine to walk normally, but it still hurts a little if I run. Sometimes if I am doing a fight scene and I step on a rock- if it puts pressure on the bottom of my foot, it will hurt. Basic walking is fine, though. I’m a normal person, again.

C: Mao-Xue-Wang mentioned you. LYN: I saw that video. If I remember, they asked MBY if he knows what the “Great Celebration-Great Tragedy Combination” was and he was dumbfounded. He said, “What does this mean??” But I’m guessing that one of the staff told him. “Hold on! MBY-laoshi, the combination of you and LYN- the netizens are calling that the “Great Celebration-Great Tragedy Combination”. Alright? Okay- we’re ready to roll!” And at that moment MBY said, “Oh! Do they mean me and LYN?” He didn’t know. You can tell he was floundering. You can tell that someone at the side reminded him. Then LXQ put in a word, “Oh, Ning-ge? We should ask him to come play.” Isn’t it a coincidence that right when I was watching that video, LXQ was standing right next to me? The moment when my staff showed me the video, to tell me that I was mentioned in Mao-Xue-Wang, LXQ was standing right beside me. Life is so interesting. C: You’re saying it as if you were there. LYN: I’m just guessing that’s how it went. C: So does that mean you’re going? LYN: Yeah, if I have the time, I’ll go. I’ll shoot the drama with Xueqin first, and I’m already close with MBY. If I have time, I’ll go. No, I don’t mean “if I have time”- If I don’t have time, I’ll MAKE time. What is that? It’s called, “(being) A Friend.”

C: The music is too loud. LYN: Do you think the music is loud, friends? Sometimes when I stream I purposely make the sound of the music a little loud, because it’s not as if we’re taking an online class here. We’re not in an online class, so you don’t need to- C: It’s a little loud. LYN: Then, sorry. I must not have adjusted the output settings well. Sorry. It’s my problem. // Alright. I’ve adjusted it. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. When you’re watching my stream I hope that you can be happy. C: Can you make the speaking volume higher? LYN: I won’t. :p I already said that my voice isn’t in the best condition today, if it were I’d have gone to record songs.

LYN: I’ve released a few songs recently. One of them is 朝暮 (Dawn and Dusk), the OST from Warm on a Cold Night (九霄寒夜暖). I’ve released quite a few OSTs recently... The drama is pretty good, I did actually find some time watch it. Just a little. It’s nice, so friends if you have some time you can go watch Warm on a Cold Night. I sang the song 朝暮 (Dawn and Dusk). There’s also another drama called Romance of a Twin Flower (春闺梦里人). For this drama, I’ve sung an OST called 长相诺 (Long Promise). I quite like these two songs. CGMLR has Ding Yuxi as a lead. I remember right when I finished recording that song I had gone to Changsha for a show and I met him. I told him, too, “I sang an OST for your drama” and I chatted with him a bit. I think this drama can be popular; it’s very nice. LYN: Another thing- if you have time, you can go to the theatre to watch a movie. There’s one called Manifesto (望道). I sang a song for that, as well. LYN: Did I just lag? ?__? LYN: Anyway- Manifesto. Yes, I sang a song for the movie. You can go watch it, it’s not bad. It was fairly inspiring. You can watch it.

C: The speaking volume is too low. LYN: /pulls his mic closer to his face/ Is it low? My mic’s about to go into my mouth. Ey! Hello?? Hey!! It’s not low, right? /making more noises into the mic/ LYN: It’s alright, not low.

LYN: Before I started streaming today, I did a really big feat. I copied all the accompaniment tracks I have of my songs onto this computer. I had promised you before, that I would copy the tracks. Today I have finally done that. There are some I don’t have, though. I wanted to sing a song earlier, but I am finding I don’t have it. The one I sang on Jiangsu Satellite TV... what was it called? I forgot. XD C: A great feat! LYN: Right? I got them all recorded. No, I mean- copied. I’ll sing something... let me pick. // Xiao Hong Chen! That’s right. But I don’t seem to have that one... I probably didn’t copy it over. But I do have tracks for most of my own songs. Let me see...

C: 一爱如故 (One Love as Always) [The Long Ballad OST] LYN: 一爱如故? I’ve never sung that live. - /plays the first few notes/ LYN: It’s this one, right? But the problem is I might have to go online and look up the lyrics. // I don’t know how it’ll come out. It’s my first time singing it. First time singing it live. LYN: I sang the first line wrong. It’s like this isn’t even my song at all. Sorry. Let’s go again. It’s supposed to be “I lived too ‘stubbornly’” but sang it as “I lived too ‘miserably’.” That’s two different experiences. Sorry. Let’s try again. -- 一爱如故 (One Love as Always) LYN: Was this always so difficult to sing?? LYN: This song is so high (in key)? /sigh/ It’s alright. I’ll see if there’s a chance to sing it for you again next time. C: Ning-ge, the original singer didn’t do as well as you. LYN: There’s no need for backhanded compliments. We want to be confident, here.

C: 与子成说 (Yu Zi Cheng Shuo) [The Starry Love OST] LYN: Let me see if I have it. I think this song might send me (to death), though. // This one right? Let’s try. -- 与子成说 (Yu Zi Cheng Shuo) LYN: I’m not in the best condition, for this. I’m not able to sing it. It’s alright, though. All the tracks are copied to this computer, so I’ll sing for you the next time I stream. My voice is a bit tired, today. I feel like it’s hoarse. I won’t sing today; I’ll save these tracks for you. Later when I’m better I’ll stand and sing. We’ll just leave it here for today. LYN: It’s fine- just that when I’m shooting the drama I’m always fighting with people. I’ve made my voice hoarse (from yelling).

C: Will you be singing at Weibo Night? LYN: /clicks his tongue/ Don’t ask. You think you can ask about anything? Weibo Night organizers have spent so long just to try and give you a surprise, and you think I’m going to spoil that? Don’t ask. C: I got it. LYN: What did you get?!? You DON’T KNOW but you’re just pretending you do!

C: Ning-ge, when you go to Weibo Night be careful not to be overpowered. LYN: XD I don’t know if this person really cares about me, or if they’re trying to start something. “Be careful not to be overpowered”... isn’t that quite a normal occurrence, for me? You can grab anyone and they will overpower/overshadow me. It’s alright. I’m- how should I put this- I’ll be suppressed no matter what I do. I won’t struggle. If we’re talking about visuals, I don’t even consider myself a contender. I’m not UGLY, but if you compare me to other people I’m certainly not as handsome. So this time I think... I’ll proceed as usual. Our main theme is “overpowered.” Even my fans want to overpower me. As if I’m someone in this industry who is most easily pressured... I’m not even worthy of being overpowered by other artists. Now my fans have to come overpower me?? LYN: Weibo Night is a great activity. There’ll be a lot of people I’m familiar with in attendance. As well as those people that I don’t really speak to online, but in reality we talk a lot in private. I can go and see all the handsome men and beautiful ladies. I’m not good-looking myself, but at least I can go out and see the world, right? For Weibo Night this year, I’ll just go to open my eyes to the world. I’ll go to see exactly HOW good-looking all these celebrities are. C: Ning-ge, go to Weibo Night and ask people for their autographs. LYN: LOL. The point of going to Weibo Night is to go and take pictures with celebrities, is that it? My goal is to collect 40 photos together with artists? It’s like I’m on a mission every time I go. This time I am prepared to find 40 artists to take a photo with and then, I will ask 20 of them if I can get a personalized autograph. LYN: If I collect 20 autographs, could I summon Shenlong, or what? C: And then sell them. LYN: I don’t think that’s going to work. They’re going to write “To: Liu Yuning” on them. Who am I going to sell those to? Sell it to someone in this world with the same name as me? There’s no need, right? I won’t sell them, then? Is my goal in attending Weibo Night only to get autographs?? LYN: My stream is like this, friends. It has a bit of an entry requirement. You might think that my stream really takes a lot out of you, but there are some friends- those without brains- who don’t understand. They can’t understand my stream, they don’t know what I’m talking about. Like just now, I said I would go to Weibo Night to gather autographs, and some people thought I was being serious?? They thought I was being serious and are even advising me against it, saying, “Ning-ge, there’s no need. Let’s not make ourselves look so pitiful.” These friends are cute and... they’re just afraid I’ll lose face, right? LYN: But this type of foolish thing is something I can really do. Our theme is “being different from others”! We want to be “perverse”. XD

C: Ning-ge, your accent isn’t worthy of your hairstyle. LYN: What type of accent should a person with this hairstyle HAVE?? Tell me. This hairstyle... what accent is it worthy of? - starts playing Big Bang’s - If You - [t/n: does this mean he thinks the hair’s worthy of being on a kpop boyband member’s head...] LYN: There’s no accompaniment track?? LYN: It doesn’t work. Let’s forget about it. ...It’s sha ma te. There is no “worthy” or “unworthy”.

C: Ning-ge, you know Cantonese songs? LYN: When I was working the bar I had learned some Cantonese songs, some Korean songs, some English... I don’t think I learned any Japanese? Oh- I learned one. LYN: Let me see if there’s an accompaniment track. // Why can’t my computer search... LYN: There’s even a Qin Junjie version?? -- Sekai ga Owaru Made wa... (世界が終るまでは…) (WANDS) LYN: This song is hard! You get the drift, though. That was pretty much it.

LYN: Someone earlier said that my accent plus this hairstyle equals suffering. I feel it too. Friends, tell me. What type of accent pairs well with this hair? Which region fits, even just a little? C: Perfect Scum sound. (渣苏音) LYN: What the heck is that? The “scum” of “scumbag” (渣男) and the “sue” from “mary-sue” (苏死你) [used to describe when something is too perfect]? What is that? I’ve never heard of it. Let me look it up- see if I can find anything. This is my first time hearing this expression. It might be the first time I got eliminated. [t/n: because he’s usually up-to-date on all the memes and internet slang] LYN: ?? Why is it all about other artists?? /watches a video/ D: What- what the HECK IS THIS?? This is what you like? You like when it sounds like there’s a tractor hiding in your throat- like this? /demonstrates/. Alright then, let’s do it. LYN: ~Friends, do you like this type of voice? If it’s true, then this is simple. /repeating the song lyrics (问风)/ Why didn’t you give me a reason and just abandon me? Your piercing eyes can see... the true form of a demon~ (second half is NOT the lyrics to the song X’D) LYN: ~Young friends nowadays like this sort of thing? Isn’t this purely the “off-putting man”? Friends, it’s like this- I told you last time about it but many of you might not have heard. I’ll teach you where this “perfect’ sound that a lot of girls like comes from. I’m sure there are men in the stream- you can learn. It’s just that when you’re speaking, you need to use a breathy "bubble” voice to start. What is the “bubble” voice? /demonstrates/ It’s this. Then, just use a normal breathy voice to end. /demonstrates again/ When you want to kill a girl with perfection, use the bubble voice to start and end with a breath. You can try it. With these lines... ? Why can’t I show you the lyrics? Friends, just randomly give me a line. Tell me a line that you think is most perfect in the world. I’ll see what lines there are and then I’ll show you where the “perfect scum sound” comes from. - /decides to look up some lines/ - /follows along with a video & creeps himself out/ LYN: I just don’t understand who the target audience with this is?? I really want to know, who would you use this on??? What the heck IS this? /sigh/ Forget it.

C: Handsome-guy, please change a method. LYN: ~You want me to change a method? But just now I... almost lost my wig. Let me... fix up my hair. /adjusts it/ Alright. I’m handsome once more. ~

C: Change a wig. LYN: ~ I don’t have any more. This is the only one I have with me. I can’t afford to buy any more. ~ LYN: My wig is about to fall off...

C: Jiu Yuan is fine. (Parting of Orchid and Demon King donghua) LYN: Jiu Yuan doesn’t sound like this!! He’s more... manly. When I was doing the voice acting for it, the laoshi kept telling me that JY was a god of war, and that he was very fierce. He could fight very well and he didn’t have any wants or worries. When I was doing the voice acting there wasn’t much emotion I needed to put behind it. When he speaks he doesn’t have any big emotional fluctuation. It’s difficult to phase him, so when we were doing the voice for him, we made him a bit... emotionless. He’s a monk, right?

C: Ning-ge, your wig is too distracting, I can’t get into it. LYN: What are you doing that you need to get into it?? Are you watching a drama? Do you think this is an ongoing drama or a movie? Are you too into your character, that you’ve fallen for the play?

C: Jiu Yuan is wearing a back-bearing outfit. LYN: Since a lot of people know that I was the voice actor for the character, now they’re asking me when /I’M/ going to wear a back-bearing outfit. I saw that comment and wanted to spit blood. XD LYN: Whenever I’m shooting for the drama, I always run into these relatively... I said RELATIVELY! Relatively... exposing scenes. Of course, nothing is really exposed at all. But whenever I’m met with scenes like that I tell myself- not that I am so high and mighty, but- I tell myself, “LYN. You’ve gotten to the point where you need to sell your body?? You can’t just rely on your mouth (chattering) anymore, you need to sell your meat (body) now, huh?” I have to EXPOSE myself now. My goodness... C: Bathing scenes. LYN: Yeah! Isn’t it normal in dramas to have a scene or two of men bathing? But unfortunately, my physique is truly average. I’m too skinny. On set there are those dedicated cameras- the ones who follow you around and record the bts videos, right? So one day we were doing a bathing scene and I took my top off and just... hung out in the bath. We were getting ready to shoot the scene. And then the BTS-laoshi was standing right across from me. I was dazed. At first I didn’t even notice, but when we were getting ready to start the scene I turned around and there was someone standing there like this:

LYN: I said, “Laoshi, how about we not record this part?? You’re a bit TOO into it...” I was just sitting there, in the tub and (there was a person with a camera on me). Not to say that they weren’t allowed to film me. It’s just that if I had an 8-pack abs and 16-pack chest muscles that would have been fine. But I don’t have anything to show. Later I negotiated with them and got them to delete that material. I’m sure that laoshi knew what the audience wants to see. XD

- /chat is going crazy, I guess/ LYN: ... Can you.. can you not talk about this topic in my stream? I was joking around with you and you’re over here wondering where you need to send money to buy the video. Are we selling premium content, now? Don’t mess around. C: I’ll buy a membership to watch. LYN: There’s nothing to see!! I have nothing to show! I’m not like other people who train for nice muscles. I saw one of my friends post a video the other day showing off and I was almost jealous. They have really nice muscles and have abs, so when you look at me- friends, just go to the market and stare at a rack of ribs. Go to the market and ask the boss if they can show you pork ribs- what they show you is exactly what you’ll see on me. Go take a look, alright? It’ll be the same. I’m just... skinny. C: Ning-ge, I want to see your ribs. LYN: LOL. Even if it’s my ribs, you still want to see? I... /speechless/ /shakes his head/ I can’t with you, omg. It’s getting to my head, let me eat some grapefruit to cool down. LYN: If you have the means and really want to see Ning-ge, really want to see ribs, then go to the market first thing in the morning tomorrow. Go the earliest you can- the pork is fresher the earlier you go. Tell the butcher, “Boss, give me two racks of ribs” and they will give it to you. Take those ribs and stick my photo onto them. You’ll have a good enough idea of what I look like. C: Someone’s really going to do that. LYN: Not likely.

LYN: Right- I forgot to say. I really need to thank Givenchy. When I’m talking about a name brand like that, I feel like I need to speak Standard dialect. I’m afraid of damaging the brand’s image. I was just their beauty ambassador, right? It hasn’t even been half a year yet and they’ve already made me a spokesperson. That means they think highly of me, at least. I’ve also seen that a lot of their shops have my image in them. My fans have been checking in. I was wondering if there was a shop in a city close to Hengdian. I want to go check in, too. I’ll do some searching and find out a place I can go. Other than the hot packs, I think this is the only other brand to put up my photo. They made me look quite handsome. I saw the photos online and thought to myself, “Wow, they photoshopped it so well! It really looks like I shopped it. XD″ C: /telling him locations: Hangzhou, Shenzhen/ LYN: Alright, I’ll see if I have a free day sometime and go to Shenzhen (1200km away) to check in. C: Ning-ge, the photo doesn’t look as good as you do in real life. LYN: There’s no need for that. No. X C: /more locations/ Xi’an, Guangzhou, Hangzhou, Dalian, Xuzhou LYN: I see. In any case, they’ve put it up in a lot of different locations, right? I’m happy to have a nice picture of me put up in the malls. Thank you, Givenchy and thank you to my friends, for buying their products. I see that a lot of you buy some stuff and then start showing off... thanks for that. Thank you for your support.

LYN: It’s like this- I’m actually pretty strict with accepting brand deals. I’m not trying to sell or praise myself, and there’s no need for that. I have few collaborations. Of course, if I WANTED to, I wouldn’t have so few. Then again, I am not as popular as some other artists who have multiple brand deals at one time. Just saying, I don’t need to have so few. But the thing is I only accept deals when I acknowledge the brand, and they acknowledge me. Some brands require you to shoot ads, and I don’t like doing that. I don’t like ads or taking photos, so sometimes that’s the reason I don’t accept deals. Another thing is, it doesn’t do my fans any good. I have a lot of dedicated fans who always support me when I am doing a project, but its not as if money just grows on trees. I’m really thankful for those of you out there who support me and really give me face when it comes to these brand deals, but there’s also no need. Even so, you support me and I thank you. - LYN: What does “2464″ mean? I don’t get this joke. What does “2464″ mean? I only have two thousand, four hundred and sixty-four fans? And only 300 “die-hard” fans? I really don’t get it. If I knew, I would say so. I didn’t lose connection, I just really don’t know. ...I only have 300 real (living) fans? - [t/n: ?? idk either. something about only 300 fans showing up? and he says, “no, you’ve overestimated. last time only 6 fans showed.”] - LYN: Anyway, we were talking about brand deals- I don’t want to accept too many. The other thing is, I also have a different thought, which is... Ning-ge isn’t very popular. If I get a little more popular first and then accept the deal, wouldn’t the brand have to compensate me a little more? There are only so many brands out there to begin with. Once you’ve worked with them once you’d have gone through all of them in no time. Right? So I was thinking of holding off- not working with them first- and then negotiate a higher price later. If I start the collaboration now, I... I wouldn’t make as much. We have to think of the bigger picture! Just because I CAN accept the deals, doesn’t mean I SHOULD. With my current status a deal like that would only get me $200. But if I were more popular, wouldn’t that rise to $500? Right? We have to widen our horizons and think of it in the long run. There are only so many brands you can feasibly work with, anyway. If you’ve worked with them all early on in your career, what do you expect to do later? LYN: Our main theme is “horizons”. - C: I only have 2600+ fans. LYN: That isn’t a small number. In this industry having 2k+ fans means that you’re already internet famous. You’re a celebrity!

C: 2464. LYN: I still don’t know what that means. Did a blogger say that? I have 2464 fans, and 300 offline? Is that it...? They’re right. They have such precise calculation of my internal info, so they must be an amazing/capable person. I received that data the day before yesterday and they already found a way to steal it. LYN: I only have 2464 living fans. Nice. Too many and I can’t attend to them all. After all, my main business is in keeping you company, right? [t/n: no, I still don’t get it. .__.;;]

LYN: I really want us to be different from others, and I’m not just saying that I want to be different. I really want to DO things differently. My hope is that this industry can forget us. I want us to be forgotten. But then, in a single wonderful moment, we can do something that makes people think, “Wow. I didn’t know that LYN’s fans were so amazing. I thought too little of them, before.” I like that feeling. I don’t want to be in the news all the time- that’s not sustainable. I want us to go slow and steady. We can do our own thing, and if the situation calls for us to charge forward, we can. If you see us great, but if you don’t then it’s your loss. LYN: I want to say that I have confidence in my fans. You’re the best. I just don’t have confidence in myself. I don’t have anything to show for myself just yet, in terms of acting. If you ask if I have anything to show for myself in regards to MUSIC, I do. It’s also rare for me to be able to hold a 10k seat concert just a year after my debut. Not a lot of people can do that, but I have and I’m proud. I have a few musical products, but none of them are particularly amazing. As an actor, I don’t really have anything to show for myself yet. All of my previous roles were as supporting characters. Even if those characters were loved by the audience, they still don’t count as something of my own. When I have something solid, then I will have the confidence. Right now I’m going slow and keeping focused on work- I’ve been doing one drama after another. The second day after BYOL wrapped, I was in the YNGS crew. When YNGS was finished it was New Year Holiday, so I got 6 days of rest then I went straight into the ZY crew. Our main theme is “working harder/longer”. I’m not letting myself stop. All I have to do is keep producing one after another, and keep my head low. Sometimes I’ll come to stream and keep you company. That’s enough.

LYN: I don’t need my fans to worry about me, and wonder if I have a mind for my career. You don’t need to worry about that. Look at what I’m doing right now, after work. You can tell if I have a business mindset or not. I finally had a day where I could wrap up early, and what am I doing now? That will tell you where my values are. I’ll keep myself in check, so you don’t need to worry or be anxious for me. I know a lot of people like to ask me, “Ning-ge, have you decided on your next drama yet or not???” I feel like you’re even more anxious about it than my studio is. I’ve received scripts and I’m currently looking through them, to see which one I will pick. Which one I like, rather. I’m looking through them and I’m also thinking about if I want to do a modern or historical drama next, because I’ve done quite a few historical ones already so I was thinking of switching it up. If there’s a suitable role for me with a modern setting I might consider it but if there isn’t then I will continue to go the historical route. I’m in the process of thinking about it! LYN: I have to look at the role and the script, to see if there’s anything I like. We’ll see when the times comes. In any case, I won’t stop shooting dramas. Even though there are many people who are trying to convince me to stop acting... but I don’t even listen to my mother, so what makes you think I’ll listen to you?? Since I was little my mother had always told me I had to study well, and I didn’t listen to her. XD You think I’ll listen to you? No. I don’t even listen to my mother. You don’t need to try to convince me to stop acting. It won’t work. There’s no need to for you to go through the effort and tire yourselves out. LYN: Our main theme is “rebellion”. /laughs/ I can make anything into my main theme... it’s so ridiculous.

C: When is ZY going to air? LYN: I’m still filming for it. Most dramas take up to a year after filming wraps before it airs. I’m still currently shooting so... you can start counting when we wrap. About a year or so after that. YNGS, as well. We wrapped that up around the New Year, so it’ll air around the New Year next year. After all the editing, special effects, censorship, voice acting, music- the whole process takes about a year. At the fastest it can be 6-7 months.

C: When will ALZ air? LYN: I really don’t know. Honestly, in ALZ I’m just a supporting character. I don’t have very many scenes and I don’t have enough face to go and ask anyone when it will air. Once during a stream I said that I had acted as the second male lead in ALZ, with about 300 or so scenes... I mis-spoke. I didn’t think it through before I said “300 or so scenes”- I was actually thinking of a different drama. I had said before, that I had 200 or so scenes in ALZ but that day in the stream I was just saying nonsense and didn’t think too much of it when I said 300. Then the internet got to talking. “You see that?! The second male lead exposed himself for getting added scenes. Even though we saw the announcement that the 2ML clearly has 200 scenes, he exposed himself in his stream and said he had 300.” The netizens will say, “How did that happen? He only had 200, how come he has 300 now??” and the reply will be, “Haven’t you heard of “filler” episodes? It’s obvious that the director or the production company added filler for the 2ML. They don’t count in the script, so that means they added scenes for him!” This single line made their brains go into overdrive, thinking of all the possibilities. The simple truth is that I mis-spoke. It’s my fault, though. I made them think too much. They’re making it seem as if they know more about the industry than the actor himself... C: What’s a “filler”? LYN: A “filler” is, for example when you only have... It doesn’t matter. In any case, I don’t have any filler scenes and I only have 200 or so. The second male lead, Luo Mingxi, only has 200 or so scenes and if you don’t believe me you can start counting when the drama airs. Go count it yourself! Also, who do you think I am? Some company’s artist? You think I have some connection with the production/platform? I don’t. I just act out whatever is in the script that they give me. I don’t have the qualifications to have added scenes.

C: So fierce. You’re agitated? LYN: No, I just feel like there’s no end to it. I only acted as the second male lead, a supporting character- how many scenes do you think I could have?? Stop targeting me. I’m only a supporting character and I don’t even have that many lines. My dialogue is just- supplemental, utilitarian lines. Some roles in a drama are only there to serve a specific purpose; not that I am saying LMX is purely this type of character, just that a portion of his role requires him to serve a certain purpose. Anyway, what type of character is this? Let me explain. LYN: Let’s say you’re watching a drama and the main lead says, “Based on the evidence, I am positive that the killer is that person.” This is what the lead says, “Based on all of the evidence, I have determined that the killer is-” -and you can say any surname- “-Mr. Liu.” At this moment, the functional character comes along, “No way. There’s absolutely no way! We grew up together, how could he be the killer?? He would never do such a thing!” Here’s the lead again- “But all of the evidence points to him! My deduction can’t be wrong.” The functional character comes back in- “Why would he do it?” The lead starts again- “Because this person owed him money. There was already bad blood and so, in an act of revenge, he killed him. There’s motive.” The support comes in again- “But when could he have done it?” ML- “Based on my prediction and the state of the body, the crime must have been committed at least five hours ago.” The support shoots back- “What about the murder weapon?” ML- “Based on my prediction, the murder weapon must have been abandoned somewhere on this road leading east. It must be within 5km, so based on the suspect’s normal activity, he must have thrown it into the river. The support- “I don’t believe it! I’ll take someone to search right now!” LYN: /claps/ This is a functional character. Everything he says sounds reasonable but in reality it’s all just superfluous. This character is only there just to pave the way for the main character to get his next line out. LYN: This always happens in dramas and movies. When everyone including the main and secondary characters deem a single person to be the suspect, there’s always going to be that one person to go against popular opinion. “They’re not the killer! There’s no way they could be! Why would they kill someone? Tell me!” As the actor themselves, there’s no way they’re not going to know who the killer is, right? Of course they know, because they’ve read the script. Also, as a human being, they’re not an idiot. They’ve seen all the events leading up to today and they know the suspect has motive and could very well be the killer, but in that moment they’re still going to say they don’t believe it. It doesn’t matter where their disbelief stems from, they just don’t believe it. LYN: Our main theme is “disbelief”. Anyways... some supporting characters are only there to serve this purpose. In ALZ, I am only a supporting character. Have mercy on me. Let me live. Stop targeting me. I only have 200 scenes and for most of them I am only there to state out the obvious. In a lot of the scenes I only appear in case the audience doesn’t understand what’s going on. I’m there to repeat what happened and why- “I’m sure he did this for a reason. He did this to lure the enemy away from his territory. He used someone else’s trust to resolve his own problem.” A lot of my lines are like that (explanatory)- in case you don’t understand the story. So just... leave me, a mere second male lead, alone. Thank you. I’m begging you. LYN: In that drama my main theme is to be “company”. I accompany all the other actors in their growth. I help them accomplish their goals.

C: Is that Ning Yuanzhou’s photo behind you? LYN: Huh? Oh, yeah, it is. One of the makeup artists (?) drew it for me. C: I want to see it. LYN: Why do you want to see everything?? - /grabs it anyway/

LYN: The makeup jiejie, Xiao Li, drew it for me. When it’s dark and you turn on the lights it reflects, too. It looks sparkly and nice. She drew me a picture, so I’m very thankful. It’s something meaningful, so I placed it back there. LYN: Right now I am a tool used to show you a picture. Every main character here said, “Come! Show us the picture!” and I said, “Yes. My Lord/Lady, please take a look. Is it to your satisfaction?” C: Let’s see it with the lights off. LYN: You’re watching my stream and you want me to turn off the lights?? I’ll leave them on. LYN: ~ There’s no way! No way I’d turn off the lights. ~

LYN: Stop making a fuss, now. Let’s do this- I... Hold on, don’t say anything for a sec. ... Friends. I think my neighbors are fighting. My neighbors are fighting. Let me go take a look. I hope nothing bad happens. Let me look. I’ll play you a video. - break #1 LYN: I’m back. /whistles/ Let me dry my hands. /flaps/ Alright. LYN: My neighbors weren’t fighting. They were watching Romance of a Twin Flower. It just started airing today, right? I sang a song for it. You can take a look. It just started airing today. You can go watch it. The song I sang for it is a little... angsty. I also wanted to try out a different style. C: You really know how to promote a show. LYN: Of course. Don’t you already know my track record? I’m all about the price-product ratio. The song is called 长相诺 (Long Promise) and the drama is called Romance of a Twin Flower. There are a lot of familiar friends acting in that drama. If you have time you can watch it. // Yes, there are familiar friends. In this industry it’s really easy to get to know one another. That goes for actors and singer alike- it’s really easy to know one another. Without knowing it, you get introduced to one another. I mean, there will always be friends of friends. Ding Yuxi- It seems like I don’t really have any connection to him but he’s filmed Love You Seven Times with Chaoyue, and CY and I are friends. Right? Then also, I went out to record a show and we had dinner, which he also attended. We had a meal together, and then got introduced. C: Do you know Peng Xiaoran? LYN: I do. This industry is a little small... It’s very easy to get to know whoever you want to know. I know her. It was also one night I went out to eat with a few (actor) friends.. and PXR is friends with those actors. We had a meal together and were introduced. We’re all friends! Everyone is friends, we all know each other. LYN: He Changxi is also in RoaTF, right? I know him, too. There’s another old friend in RoaTF, called Yi Daqian- you should remember him, right? You tell me, isn’t it a small world? I’ve done two shows with him. We’re all acquainted. If you want to get to know someone there are an infinite number of opportunities. But there’s a prerequisite- whether as an actor or a singer, I haven’t been doing this for very long. Unlike some actors who I’m working with, who have been in this industry for 10+ years. They must know hundreds of people, because they debuted earlier than I have. I’ve only been around for a few years; I don’t even know that many people in the music industry and there’s a limit to how many in the film industry I know. Usually you get to know someone only after you’ve worked together

C: Trending at #49. LYN: Is the topic “LYN’s ugly”? “LYN-so-ugly-he-’exploded’“? It’s not that, right? Probably not?

C: Zeng Shunxi. LYN: ZSX- Of course I know him, he’s a very good friend. I asked him out for a meal the other day... he didn’t take me up on the offer. LOL, no. I can’t joke around about my friends. Sometimes when you joke, the other party takes it seriously and they’ll really think that you’re making fun of them or something. LYN: ZSX is about to switch filming locations- he’s going to be in another city for filming soon. He’s about to leave, and we’re both currently in Hengdian, so I wanted to get together since we didn’t know when the next time we would see each other would be. He agreed, and told me to look for him when I wrapped up for the day. I wrapped at 9p- and I thought I would come home and get ready and we could meet up at 10p to grab a bite or chat. But he ended up wrapping later that day, at around 11p, so the plans fell through. It was too late. It’s alright. We could try to reschedule for some other time.

- /comments telling him not to mention other artists, so that he doesn’t get called a clout-chaser/ LYN: Alright, alright. I know. It’s fine, it doesn’t matter. C: Talk about Daimi. LYN: There’s no need. LYN: /in English/ Daimi. Daimi, come here. // Look at me, I speak English to my dog~~ // Daimi. Come here. Please. // *You have to add the “please”. LYN: Come! Little Miss Ungrateful, come! Alright- let me ride off of your popularity. Greet everyone, or say something.

LYN: Little Miss Ungrateful? Ms. Want-a-Sausage? Want a sausage? /Daimi’s ear twitches/ You want one? Do you? Want a sausage? C: Daimi looks a little sloppy today. LYN: She looks alright. We haven’t done any beauty treatments for her lately so she may be a little sloppy. We’ll do it when we find the chance. She doesn’t have any work lately, she’s just been hanging around with me. We’ll talk when she has work. C: She looks down. LYN: She’s not down- she was sleeping and she’s not quite awake now. She’s had a busy day. She goes out when I go to work and she comes home when I come home.

LYN: Remember to watch Romance of a Twin Flower... and... Chong Zi. and The Starry Love. and uh... let me take a look. Warm on a Cold Night. These dramas are all worth a watch. C: Chong Zi is already over. LYN: That means you have money- you’re a rich second-gen? You must have VIP. If you don’t have a VIP membership, I don’t think it’s ended yet, right? The movie, Manifesto- you can check that out, too.

C: Under the Microscope was good! LYN: I watched it. I need to check out what other people are shooting nowadays, and see how the other actors are performing. To learn from them. In this industry it is better to expose yourself to all kinds of media. Under the Microscope was a pretty good watch... though I didn’t have time to watch in its entirety. I saw a bit of it and was planning to finish it off when I had a break. C: Who acted in it? LYN: What do you mean- the main character is played by Zhang Ruoyun, isn’t it? I did watch it! Also, when I sing OSTs I always do a bit of homework. I need to know who the actors are and what the plot is about. Only after I figure that out, do I sing the OST for it. It adds another layer of understanding.

LYN: Right- there are a lot of friends lately who are saying they want to go out and play. That’s your freedom of choice, but as your big brother I do want to say a few words. When you go out, please don’t get into any fights with any other groups of fans. Alright? Don’t fight. You have to be more righteous. I know that my fans are made up of more mature jiejie-s, so you can teach others to be more mature as well. Don’t fight. The second thing is when you go out, you have to be careful! Don’t lend money to others so easily. Be careful when you’re pooling funds to live together, too. I know that if you want to come out to watch my concert you might pair up with another fan to book a hotel room and live together. I think that’s fine, but you have to be careful of your personal possessions like your bank card, wallet, phone, etc. Put them under your pillow. Don’t trust others too easily. Not that I am expecting everyone to be a bad person, but it’s better to err on the side of caution. Alright? Watch your belongings. Don’t lend money out. Even if you think you know each other well, don’t lend money. I don’t allow it. That’s the most important. I don’t want money exchanging anyone’s hands. That’s just a matter of maintaining a good community. That’s all I have to say on this, okay? Just be careful. Be happy when going out to play, and be safe when going home. C: Can I borrow money from you? LYN: Of course you can. But I won’t. Are you satisfied with that answer? It’s both magnanimous and rational. You CAN borrow money from me, but I won’t lend you any. C: That’s not very satisfying. LYN: You’re not satisfied by that answer... ? It just goes to show that not everything in the world is going to be to your satisfaction. In this world not everything is going to be to your satisfaction. What can you do? You adjust. A lot of people say I’m ugly and I’m not satisfied with that. The problem with that is- I can adjust. Find the answer within yourself. Not finding satisfaction is your own problem.

C: Are you going to the marathon in Hengdian. LYN: I’ll pass. Ning-ge’s main theme is “weak”. I’d need to have trained for some period of time before I ever thought of running a marathon. If I just try it straight out, I might run myself to death. I’ll pass. I’ll just focus on filming for the drama. If you want to run, you can go. Watch out for your safety, of course.

C: Why did you start calling yourself “da-ge”? LYN: It’s nothing- just a random address. Just colloquially, I’ll say “Today your Da-ge, I, etc etc.” I don’t mean that I want to become your “da-ge”. It’s just a way to relax the mood when chatting with my fans. It’s just a form of address. You can also call me “xiao-di”. I’m just a little brother, you can look after me. But I personally think that calling myself “di” would be making myself out to be too young.

LYN: /to Daimi/ Alright, it’s about time. You can stop squirming around. Say goodbye to everyone. /waves her paw/ Okay. You can go. LYN: Hold on, let me give her a sausage. C: You just give her one when you say you will? LYN: Erm... my dog’s got a pretty cushy home life. Unlike me- I didn’t have a good time growing up. But she is growing up in MY house, so I’m going to let her be a rich second-gen. My dream is to make my dog a rich second-gen kid. She can eat whatever she wants. She has the best tasting dog food, too. LYN: I’ve been caught in the rain before, so I just want to hold the umbrella for other dogs. C: I want to go to your house and be your dog. LYN: There’s no need for that, alright?! No need. Lao-mei. Let’s not play something so deep. I had such a positive mood going in my stream, I don’t need you to turn it in such a weird direction. Don’t mess around. Stop messing around. I’m not joking.

C: I’m so sleepy, I need to go now. LYN: Go. If you’re watching my stream and you’re sleepy, just go to sleep! You don’t need to tell me. If you wanted to have manners and/or respect me enough to find the need to tell me, go leave a message on my weibo. Don’t type those words into my stream. When you do that I think that my stream is so boring that I’ve made you sleepy! It brings my mood down in one instant. You can’t be like that. Leave a message on my weibo, and you will have already been polite enough. When I receive the news, it won’t affect my mood either. Alright? Our main theme is “positivity”.

C: Can you still maintain your hairline when shooting guzhuang dramas? LYN: I can. /clears his throat/ If I can’t, then I’ll try my best to.

C: Ning-ge, you’ve made a number of things your “main theme” for tonight. LYN: In an album only one song is the title. In my stream every topic with me the main topic.

LYN: Someone asked if shooting guzhuang dramas has a big effect on my hairline. I've been wearing a wig during all of my streams lately, do you really not understand what’s going on? Of course, it has nothing to do with the acting. PLEASE don’t think you’ve understood anything.

C: The main theme is “company.” LYN: You’re wrong. Our main theme is “main theme”. Everything is a main theme.

C: Can you sing? LYN: I really want to, but my voice is a little tired today. When I first started the stream I tried, but I found that I’m not in the greatest condition today. So I won’t sing. I don’t want to negatively influence drama’s broadcasts.

LYN: Our main theme is “hairline.” C: What is “main theme”? LYN: /sigh/

C: If you’re not singing then I’m going to go sleep. LYN: Go, go. They love my music so much that if they can’t hear it then they’re sleepy! Go, rest. I’m going to stay and chat for a while longer before I go. I need to remove my makeup, take a look at tomorrow’s scenes, and that’ll be about it. Tomorrow we start shooting my opening scenes, so tonight I'll force myself not to eat- so that I can look a little slimmer on camera tomorrow. Our main theme is to “make myself look thinner.” LYN: Filming is just like this- a lot of actors have the same thought. Most of them, not all. When we first start filming, let’s say for a 40-episode drama, it’s rare that they start shooting from the first episode. Because the actor hasn’t quite gotten used to the role or found the right mindset yet, and also because you need some time to get used to the crew. Usually when we’re about a month or a month and a half into filming, that’s when the actor’s condition is the best. Because if you wait any longer than that, then the actor’s going to be tired. So most of the times the production will arrange to start shooting the early episodes about a month or a month and a half into filming. Right now I’m a bit thinner than I was when I first entered the drama crew. If we start shooting the early episodes now, then I might look a little better than I do when it gets to the later episodes (sequentially). But the viewers are tolerant. As long as they’ve acknowledged the role or believe in/like the character in the first few episodes, then it doesn’t matter how ugly you start to look later on. But if you show them a bad image* from the start, then they’re going to lose it. If you look bad in the very first scene they see you in, then a lot of them are going to stop watching. That’s a small secret I learned during the filming process. * [t/n: zhu tou men de // he uses a term like.. “pig-headed fool” (in relation to the SIZE of the head)]

C: The speaking volume is low. LYN: Is it? How about now? Is it bigger now? Hello, hello? /adjusting the settings/ How about now? It’s better, right?

C: Our main theme is to “have the viewers in your grasp”. LYN: No- there’s no way to “have the viewers in my grasp”. You want to respect the viewers, not think about ways you can control them.

C: What in the world is “zhu tou men de”? LYN: It’s just an expression. Like... have you ever had a whole pig head during the New Year? You know, when you go to the market you and buy a braised pig’s head? There are times when you liken someone to that braised pork’s head, and that’s when you use “zhu tou men de”. It’s just an expression... to mean that someone has a fat head and big ears. C: I’ve never had it. LYN: If you’ve ever had it then there’s no need to go out to look for it specifically...

C: You’re already very thin. LYN: But on camera it’s a different story... Some actors, too- if they... have some meat on their bones and their stature is more stocky/muscular, in the camera that will come across as silly and not sharp. Even though you look very good in real life- they’re strong and serious. But in the camera it’s a different story- you look bulky and there’s no clear waistline or frame. It just looks one-dimensional, on the camera. It doesn’t come across nicely. This is what I have extrapolated from being yelled at for being ugly so often. You won’t understand it as well as I do. LYN: I’m already considerably thin. At 1.9m for my weight- it’s thin. But as long as you stand in front of the camera and your condition is just the slightest bit off- if you’re having a bad face day: your dark circles are a little too dark and your eye bags are just slightly more prominent than usual- it all shows on the monitor. All of these cameras are operating on 4K resolution, now. And it’s pointed straight at your face. Your condition is very important. They can see all of your pores and probably the (microscopic) mites that live on your face, too. LYN: Shooting a drama is much different than shooting an ad, where I can maintain a good condition for a day at most and it will be enough. Shooting a drama takes 120 working days. We’re working for four months straight- there’s no way you can maintain your condition for all of that time. Even the most handsome person can’t maintain that image/good condition for all 120 days. There are always going to be off-days. What can you do? Just do your best to try maintaining a good and balanced state.

LYN: I didn’t used to care- I never thought about this problem before. I was thinking, “I’m here to act and it doesn’t matter how I look. The most important thing for an actor is to bring the character to life. All I have to think about is why the character is saying what they are and at what time, and what prompts them to say their lines?” I used to think that was all an actor had to care about, but now it turns out that... that’s not only the case.I never used to take visuals into consideration- even when I was shooting for Heroes (SYXSSYX). There was never a day I wasn’t satisfied with my makeup. I would just get in in the morning, let the makeup artists work on me, then go to set however they made me. On set- I’m the type of person who has oily skin- so after one scene the makeup artist might come over and say, “Ning-ge, let me touch up your makeup. Let me blot it.” and I would tell them, “No- I don’t need it. I think a person in the martial arts would should look like this- with oily face and all. Our main theme is “texture”, don’t blot the oil for me.” They would reply, “But your makeup is running!” “No, no. Let it run! That makes it more realistic! This is what I want. It’s okay you don’t need to worry about it.” “But your wig is coming off a little in the back...” “Oh, it’s coming off? Then you can fix that. But you don’t need to fix my makeup. Martial artists are all about the fighting and killing- we have no time to worry about looking pretty. There’s no need. As long as they can tell it’s me, that’s fine.” LYN: I used to be like that. Honestly. Whenever it came to a point for a close-up and the makeup artists wanted to touch up my makeup I would always tell them they didn’t need to. I wanted it to be more realistic. Our main theme is “realistic.” I’m an actor, I didn’t come here as an idol, so I thought it would be okay if I looked a little haggard and it would fit the character well. I thought by doing that it would fit the image of someone who was wandering in the martial arts world a little better. I probably had that in mind when I made those decisions... but it came back to slap me in the face. I used to be like that. I would rather myself look worse- the worse the better. For example when we were doing the jail scenes- I told them to make me as dirty as they could. I told them not to consider my looks. Because I’m an actor, and I wasn’t there to worry about it I looked good on camera or not. That’s what I was thinking, and I’m not trying to compliment myself (for being professional). I just thought it was the proper thing to do. But now it seems like, to me, it was not necessarily the proper thing to do.

LYN: Now I’m singing to a different tune. It used to be that when I was filming and someone wanted to touch up my makeup I would tell them “No, it’s really okay. I just got into character and my head if full of lines and emotions- if you touch up my makeup you’re going to break my concentration.” Now it’s not like that. As soon as I am in front of the camera I immediately start looking for the makeup artist. /pans his head/ There they are. “Hey! Blot the oil for me? Can you touch up my makeup here?” “Are my wrinkles obvious today? No? Still, suppress them for me.” “Are my eyes swollen today? They are? No? Okay, then.” “Hey, can you see my jawline through the monitor? Is it defined, or has my jawline become one with my neck? // Oh, you can see it clearly today? Then does that mean that it wasn’t as defined yesterday?? No- yesterday and today are the same? Oh, ok. Good. ” “We talked so much, blot the oil again, quick. // My eyelids- philtrum- chin, chin- my forehead, here- cheekbone, cheekbone! Okay, good! :)” LYN: I have a totally different mindset now than I did before. In terms of requests for my makeup- they’re totally different. Because filming for a whole day, there’s no way the makeup will hold up. By the end of the night all the makeup is pretty much gone. Before, all I was left with was spots but I didn’t care. Now, luckily the makeup artist is more familiar with me- they’re the same as for YNGS, because it’s the same makeup artist crew- now they say, “Ning-ge. Your face this afternoon is a little lacking. We’ll retouch it after you have lunch. I’ll reapply your makeup so that you look as smooth and white as milk.” They’re really cute, saying, “Don’t worry Ning-ge. I will protect your milky skin for you.” I’m happy, too. LYN: Very cute, very cute. Our main theme is “milky skin.”

LYN: So yeah, I’m totally different now when filming than I was before. I have to monitor, at least a little. I used to not monitor the playback at all- not because I didn’t take it seriously, but because I didn’t have the guts to see myself. I’ve met a lot of other actors like this- They don’t dare to watch themselves on the screen. After each take the director or producer will watch the playback to watch out for any inconsistencies or if they want to do a retake. I didn’t used to watch the playback- very rarely. Nowadays I always want to see it. I just want to check.. if the camera angle was a dead one or not. For example, if they put the camera here- it’s directed right up at my double chin! Because the drama I’m shooting for now, there’s a bit of a height difference, so if there’s a camera at my height then when I’m looking at her- I’m looking down. The camera won’t be able to catch my eyes, then. It looks like I’m closing my eyes and that’s no good, so the camera needs to be lower, aimed up from the bottom so it can get the right angle for my eyes. That’s why sometimes the camera will be set up at a really dead angle for me- pointed right at my chin. I watch the playback to see how bad it is. LYN: You all take selfies, so you know. The best angle is from the top down, because you want to look slimmer. But if you shoot from the bottom up, that’s- I haven’t met many people who could withstand that angle. I HAVE met some who could withstand that angle, but very few. In any case, I can’t. Our main theme is “dead angles.”

C: Ning-ge, 360 degrees, you don’t have any dead angles! LYN: ...Alright. You keep using this lie to trick yourself. That way, you will always be my fan- a die-hard one, at that. You are the 1 in 2464. Keep walking with me forever, okay? use this lie to trick yourself forever. LYN: All 360 degrees of me are all dead angles. It doesn’t matter what angle you take a picture of me from, it’s going to be ugly. The back of my head, even, is flat. There’s no good angle, I’m telling you.

LYN: /sigh/ Anyway, later when the drama airs, please don’t think I didn’t put any consideration into my appearance. I’ve started to make an effort. But if I still come out ugly... then that just means my foundation/base is too lacking. I’ve already held myself to the highest standards for this drama that I could. There is no going higher. I’m already considered as having “milky skin”. X’D When have you ever seen me apply chapstick for my previous dramas? The previous dramas also had reuters- have you ever seen me apply chapstick in any of them?? Nowadays when I’m on set I just slather the Givenchy lip balm onto my face. I’m not just using it because I have collaborated with them and want to promote their product- that’s not what I mean. But honestly, it works well.

LYN: My main theme nowadays is “my lips.” I’m in a group chat with some of my fans, and I saw the other day... it seemed to be a compilation picture of nine different male artist’s lips. I saw a vote- I don’t know where it came from, it was just a picture. They cut out the lips of nine different male artists and numbered them 1 through 9. The prompt was: “Which pair of lips looks the best?” Very luckily, I was one of those nine male artists. The results... not humbly speaking, I had the most votes. Of course, it’s not because I was the best looking (pair of lips), but because the picture was well-chosen. In the end I got the most votes. But once they found out that the answer was “Liu Yuning” everyone was backtracking. They were saying, “LYN? LYN’s ugly. /suspecting their eyes/ He’s ugly, but these lips look pretty nice.” LYN: Anyway- my makeup artist is in charge of my skin, so I will take charge of my lips. LYN: After they found out the results of the vote and knew that those lips belonged to me, people went crazy. They couldn’t believe it. “There’s no way. LYN”s very ugly. I- uh.. erm.. I voted wrong!” XD LYN: My main theme is “milky skin and heart-shaped lips.”

LYN: Honestly, my lips are pretty nicely shaped, I think. Even though when I first started streaming someone told me that my lips are protruding... It’s been two hours, and I’m still holding a grudge about that. In regard to my looks, the place I think I lack the most is my eyes. My nose is pretty nicely shaped- I know that a lot of my face relies on this nose. My lips are aright too. I don’t think they count as ugly. My eyebrows- honestly my eyebrows are pretty thick. If I don’t maintain them, I’m Crayon Shin-chan. They’re like this now because we maintain them with a brow razor. If I didn’t do anything with them, I’d be Crayon Shin-chan. They’re very thick. The only place I think I’m lacking a little is my eyes. LYN: I’m aware that when I’m shooting for the drama- like the previous one YNGS- there are the Six Paths (六道堂). Of them, I am the leader. The remaining four (five?) and I make up the Six Paths. I took the four of them and we made our way into the martial arts world together and complete missions together. There’s one scene where we’re standing in a row, facing forward towards the future with eyes determined to complete our mission. The camera pans from face to face, and the fifth one in line is me. Me eyes were just- just a small crack. If you gave me a solo shot it would have been fine but after panning from person to person: big eyes, big eyes, big eyes, big eyes, a small crack. It was really obvious. The comparison of the eye proportions, in the same frame- you can tell that my eyes are truly small. But you can’t tell just looking at me alone. These eyes are... “killing” me.

LYN: Have you ever thought about this problem.. have you ever thought... that everyone online who curses me out... the content and remarks... have you ever thought that I am the one who wants them to say these things? Have you thought about that? Everything they say about me is what I WANT them to say about me. LYN: Oh, sorry about that. All of a sudden I went into a role. Sorry. LYN: Our main theme is “supporting the dark side.” C: Ge, this is a little too perverse. LYN: Don’t copy the way I speak. :p LYN: You just have to consider the reverse psychology of things. Make “turning evil” our main theme. I said that one thing and now all my anti-fans will think about it for the whole day. C: Ning-ge, do you pay money to have people diss you, then? LYN: Am I crazy?? How could you trust me so easily? I must be sick- I must be completely immoral. Paying people to diss myself?? I don’t need to put myself to gain popularity like that. I have work. It’s not like I need to create any news for myself. I don’t need it.

C: Are you going to be on The Truth Season 2? LYN: Hm? They haven’t asked me anything. If they don’t ask me to be on it... then I can’t go. I’m not as smart as Guo Qilin, who negotiated and signed for a second season for himself. His punishment for the first season was to sign a contract for the second. But if they don’t invite me to be on the second season, then there’s no way I can go. Have they started recording already? I don’t think so?? There is no second season yet, right? LYN: Our main theme is “cute.” No, there’s no second season. There shouldn’t be one yet...

C: Ning-ge, are you a real person? If you are then grab the mic. LYN: I’m sorry, I’m an AI. // Grab the mic... to prove that I’m a real person, not a fake one?

LYN: Friends, if you still haven’t subscribed to me weibo yet, please do so. I am Modern Brothers Liu Yuning. If you have time you can come watch my streams and check out my weibo. Thank you. C: You’re going to stop streaming? LYN: No. I’ll stop in a bit.

C: Can you change a hairstyle? LYN: I won’t change it tonight. I think this one is fine. Let me change the glasses for you.

LYN: I changed a color. LYN: Makeup artist-laoshi, is my face oily? It is? Then I’ll blot it, okay? // Now I have to be wary of my face being oily on my stream.

C: You have so many glasses. LYN: It’s not a lot. Here’s another one. And another. And another. And here. Here. One more. Another. /continues pulling out his selection of glasses/

LYN: Our main theme is “wholesale.” Sometimes I just like to change up a pair of glasses on my streams. There are some friends who have been watching my streams for a long time now. I can’t change the person, so the least I can do is change up my look. My staff told me, “Boss, don’t wear a hat today. The past few streams you keep wearing that same hat.” So today our main theme is “going hatless.” I didn’t wear the cap today to change up the “flavor”. I even found my suit jacket to wear.

C: Why wear the wig? LYN: This is my own hair. Can’t you tell? LYN: It’s because I’m in guzhuang all day and I need to wear the headgear. I don’t know if any of you have ever worn a wig before? The headgear is much like a wig, in that it needs to be combed down to our heads and the edges are glued down. You own hair is wrapped under. After a whole day of filming the hair is awfully flat. If I wanted to style my hair at all I’d have to wash it first and then style it- the whole process would just take too long. You’re not just washing your hair, your washing your body. To wash your body, you’d have to remove the makeup. After I remove the makeup, I’m so ugly how could I stream?? Then I’d have to put it back on- at least some foundation- it’s just a little troublesome. I already get off work late so if I work on making myself presentable after that it would be too late to stream. After all that consideration I just decide to put on the wig, as long as you don’t find it ugly. Just watch for entertainment, and that’s the end of it.

C: There’s a beauty filter, but you still need the makeup? LYN: The function of the beauty filter is not as great as you might think. Also, I’m an actor- what type of beauty filter do you think I’m using? At most I have the blur tool on- so that my skin looks better. Milky skin. Other than that I still have to have a little eyeliner and fix my eyebrows. LYN: I appear often on tv, if I tried any other beauty filters it would be too exaggerated. They announced the video for Weibo Night, right? When I saw the playback I immediately turned to my staff and said, “You edited that too fiercely.” It wasn’t me anymore. I never even looked that young when I was sixteen. Then my staff told me, “Boss, we didn’t edit it. You filmed that yourself using a filtered camera. That was your own doing. We didn’t touch it. We sent it to weibo after you finished recording it.” In that moment I was thinking, “Ah... then I... I overdid it.” I didn’t know what it would look like, because it’s not like I take very many selfies. I just turned the filters on and shot the video without looking it over after. I found out later it didn’t even look like me. It’s not their fault, it was mine. The beauty settings were on too high. I didn’t even look that young when I was sixteen. LYN: Our main theme is “beauty filters.” C: Your main theme is “milky skin.” LYN: No, that’s just because the makeup artists gives me a good base. C: Main theme is “blue tool and brightener.” LYN: XD

C: Ning-ge, how could you stay up all night and still be awake in the morning? LYN: I can’t stay up as well as I used to anymore. For many years I was working in the bar, so I got used to staying up at night. But this year I can’t seem to stay up anymore. Around 9p I’ve started getting sleepy. Around 9-10p. Sometimes I get so sleepy that I can’t hold me eyes open anymore. LYN: There are times on set that requires you to wait around for a bit before they get to your scene... what do I do? I take a little nap. A little half hour to an hour long nap. I’m getting old. A lot of fans are telling me not to shoot guzhuang dramas. I’m already so old, if I don’t do it now then when do you expect me to?? Huh? Those friends who are trying to convince me, tell me when you want me to act in guzhuang dramas. When I’m 45? I want to try shooting some more while I’m still nice and pretty. Do you think I would still be able to film the same type of content when I’m 45? I need to seize the time I have now and film while I can.

LYN: There are other fans still, who want me to try acting in a serious drama. They tell me to stop acting in guzhuang dramas and pick up some serious ones. First of all, the world and I don’t owe you, and there aren’t so many scripts out there who are clamoring for me to act in them. They’re not just all sitting there waiting for me to pick them. The first thing is that no good scripts have come to look for me. Secondly... I think I should still film the current types of dramas while I can. Do you still expect me to be able to play the Leader of the Six Paths when I’m 45? I’ll play Wei Shao when I’m 45?? It’s not realistic. At that time there’s no turning back- this market won’t need me anymore. When that time comes, I can act as whatever I want. I’ll take what I can get. It’s just that simple. Don’t try to be too ambitious. Just because I’ve been shooting dramas for a few years does not mean that I should try to aim for something “deeper” or “better”. I’m very clear on what I want. I’ll do what I need to, when I need to do it. Everything else can be accomplished at any other age. But once you reach that age, you can’t turn back and do what you’re pursuing now. There’s a right time and age for everything. At this point in my life I think this is the most appropriate.

LYN: I’ve seen a lot of choices people in this industry. A lot of people you can tell are students with just one look. What I mean by that is some people are very well suited to act in school dramas. There are handsome young men and pretty women who are very well-suited for school setting dramas. I believe that if they ever act in one, they would be famous for it. But they never have. They don’t like school dramas. I don’t get it. // Like me right now. Even if I wanted to act in a school drama, I can’t. There was a script that came to me, and wanted me to play a college student for some period of time. It was only a very short period of time, but I hesitated. Once you’re past a certain age you can’t act in some things even if you wanted to, you know? I can act as a school principal, though. Or maybe a PE or music teacher. But if you want me to act as a college student I wouldn’t be able to handle it. C: Ning-ge, act as a student who was held back. LYN: My class is made up of 17-18 year olds but I am a 30+ year old held-back student? This role is difficult to act. First you have to think about why they were held back- because they were bad at studying? Why were they bad at studying? There are two possibilities: 1) they don’t like to learn, or 2) low iq. His intelligence couldn’t keep up, so he kept being held back. Let’s go with this latter scenario first. It’s difficult to act as someone with low intelligence- look at me. Do I look like someone with low iq? Yes. But I don’t want to act as such a character. Is that a good enough excuse? I don’t want to... Then, the other scenario- he doesn’t want to learn. What’s the meaning behind that? Now we’ll circle back to a previous topic- say the camera is panning across all of your classmates and finally lands on you. How terrifying is that?? The first row of students is made up of bright and youthful smiles and then it gets to you- an old face with heavy wrinkles. From the viewer standpoint it looks like a parent/guardian broke in to listen on the class.

C: University for the Elderly. LYN: Oh? Are there any stories that center around older people going to college? Are there any dramas like that? Especially something the masses can watch? It can be promoted like this, “Our drama is a school drama!” and then you take a closer look- and it’s a University for Elderly. Is there anything like that? No way~ C: There are stories about retirement homes. LYN: ... LYN: Friends, it’s like this... I said I could no longer act as a student... but that doesn’t mean you should automatically categorize me into the “retirement home” genre. I know I have a head full of white hair right now, but you can’t hurt people like that. I just said- according to my own conscious- I can’t act as a college student or any student. You can’t just turn around and say, “Alright, Ning-ge. Then we have content about retirement homes.” LYN: If you wanted to kill me, don’t do it with the age blade. LYN: I said I didn’t want to act as a student, so you’re pushing me to retirement??? Our main theme is “extremes.”

LYN: Happy New Year, friends! Thank you for spending the new year with me. It’s the year 2023. I wish you health and success in your careers! LYN: Thank you for spending another year with me. Here, as long as the clock strikes past 12a, it’s the new year. Let’s to bigger and better in this new year. If you still haven’t subscribed to my weibo, please do so. LYN: Here, Modern Brothers Liu Yuning, will give you a New Year’s greeting!

C: The background is so fake, LYN: It is a little fake. Excuse me. I’ll make it better next time. Everything you say is right. I won’t fight with you. C: Another year older.

LYN: Let me see when I have to wake up tomorrow. LYN: I need to be in hair and makeup by 6:30a. If I’m there by 6:30a and it takes me 20 minutes for travel, I’d need to leave the house by 6:10a. If I leave the house at 6:10a, I’d need to wake up, wash my face, brush my teeth, apply a face mask for 10 minutes... then I need to wake up at 5:50a. I’m sorry, everyone. I’ll need to leave first. LYN: I wish everyone had a relaxing, happy, and wonderful night. It was great to have you and I hope you enjoyed yourself. I hope to see you in the next stream. If you haven’t subscribed to my weibo yet, please do so. If you have the time you can come chat! Goodnight, everyone.

#Liu Yuning #lyn livestream #(2:57:49)#i can't think of topics to put here #but eyyyy #weibo night's breakthrough actor of the year award recipient LYN!!!

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Heart Stopper (Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Naval medic Rhiannon Hayes didn’t know what to expect on her newest post, but it certainly wasn’t Lieutenant Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. They run into each other and the games begin. But will she be able to resist the charming Lieutenant, or will she cave?

A/N: Hey guys! I couldn’t get this story idea out of my head, so after hours of writing, editing, and perfecting, here it is! Please feel free to comment and let me know how it is, and there’s plenty more to come! I am open to requests, and any ideas you guys may have! Thank you for reading and supporting! -C

The Captain led Rhiannon and her partner Kacey through the passageway and then turned into a room with a bunk in it. “This will be your living quarters while you join us here on the carrier. If there’s anything you need, please let us know. I’ll let you get settled. There’s a briefing this evening at 1900 on the mission happening tomorrow. Attendance will be required for all support staff.” Rhi nods to him as Kacey examines the small room near the hospital bay. He turns on his heels and exits quickly Rhi turns her full attention to Kacey.

Kacey grins wickedly at Rhi and tosses her duffel on the top bunk. “I call top bunk!” Rhi rolls her eyes at her childishness and waves her off before tossing her own duffel on the bottom bunk.

“I’m still confused why we’re here. I mean…. the mission is mostly Top Gun aviators, right? There’s no combat here, what the hell do they need medics for?” Kacey hoists herself onto the top bunk and laid on her back.

“As far as I know, no combat,” She replies to Rhi. “But look at it this way. This will be the easiest post we’ve ever worked on! An aviation mission with zero combat and barely any patients to look after is like a vacation for us! Enjoy it.”

With a chuckle Rhi checks her watch before glancing back up at Kacey. “Let’s go check out the sick bay before the briefing!” She groans under her breath, clearly perfectly content to lay on the bunk until the meeting.

“Fine. But only because I heard a rumor that they’re doing pre-flight physicals on the pilots for tomorrow and I could use a visual pick-me-up.” She winks at Rhi as she jumps off the top bunk, landing gracefully on her feet.

Both girls head towards the sick bay that will be their home for the next week until the mission is complete, and the powers that be decide where to send you next. “I mean, I was thinking more like introducing ourselves to the Commanding Officer, but sure, also the hot pilots.”

She burst out laughing right as you both entered the sick bay, and all eyes turn to you both. Rhi scans the room and notices a few guys in a row of chairs. All of them are shirtless and most of them hooked up to blood pressure and heart monitors. Rhi deduces that those are the pilots for tomorrow’s mission, each being assessed by Naval nurses for pre-flight physicals to ensure their bodies are up to the task, whatever it may be.

Kacey is clearly ogling the blonde officer across the room who radiates confidence as the guys assess you as well. Rhi can’t help but notice the guy a few chairs down from him though. He’s got his eyes on her too, and when he sees her notice him too, he cracks a confident smile. Not wanting to feed his ego she nods an acknowledgment his way before looking away and scanning the room for your CO. The pilot wasn’t half-bad looking. Very toned, defined biceps and abs. Brown hair that’s clearly been lightened by the sun, and a mustache atop his perfectly plump lips.

You nudge Kacey out of her trance and nod towards the officer heading your way. “You must be my new medics.”

Both women salute their new CO until acknowledged. He reaches out to shake each of your hands. “I’ve heard great things. We’re thankful to have the extra help, it’s been a hectic week.”

Rhi smiles at him. “Thank you, sir, we’re happy to be here and ready to help where we can.” He glances down at his clipboard and then back up at you both.

“Excuse my ignorance, which of you is Hayes and which of you is Davis?”

Rhi smiles politely and clears her throat. “Rhiannon Hayes, sir. Most call me Rhi.” She motions towards Kacey. “And Kacey Davis.” She waves shyly at him with a smile of her own.

“Great! Listen, I’m sure you’ve been told about the briefing at 1900.” He peeps at his watch and then back up. “Which is in 20 minutes. We’re doing last minute pre-flight physicals on the pilots chosen for tomorrow’s mission. The briefing is mostly for them, but always good to have the support staff on standby included. Tomorrow, you report here at 0700 and will be here until 1900 or as long as needed. Not a lot to do around here for two experienced combat medics, butif anything should arise it’ll be all yours. If either of you need anything, please feel free to reach out. Excuse me.”

He walks away briskly as he’s motioned over by a nurse with a man on a gurney. Rhiannon glances at Kacey and smiles. “Sounds easy enough. Like you said, a vacation.” You both share a quiet high five before realizing you might as well make your way to the briefing. You both stroll quietly through the carrier until finding yourself in a large room. You both take your seats, and all is quiet awaiting the start but Kacey nudges you slightly as the men from earlier enter the room.

“Dude, that one’s had his eyes on you since we saw him in the sick bay.” She says under her breath as yet again before catching the cute pilot from earlier eyes again. “I call the blonde one.” Rhi rolls her eyes playfully at her and nudges her to focus as the briefing starts.

As Rhi sits through the entire briefing it occurs to her that this mission sounds damn near impossible. At least two “miracles” as they call it would need to be performed to even achieve it, not to mention the dog fight when they leave enemy air space. In her experience with combat, this sounds like mass casualties waiting to happen. All is quiet as the team is officially announced. Rhi perks up a little when the sandy-haired man from earlier steps forward to the name “Rooster” being called.

When the briefing is over everyone is dismissed. On the way back to the bunk Rhi and Kacey quietly discuss how random and sometimes weird the call signs were. You giggle amongst yourselves as they walk back into their small room. Checking her watch, she realizes the briefing has taken over two hours and it’s late. “Kace, we should get to bed. We report at 0700, remember?”

She grumbles but agrees and both get ready before settling into your bunks for the night. The next morning comes bright and early with the blare of the alarm she’d set the night before. Neither of them being morning people you both dress in your uniforms in total silence and head to the mess hall. Breakfast is a quick affair, and mostly quiet. The room is unusually hushed with the weight of what today could hold.

After an awful cup of coffee and a small breakfast both women make their way back to the sick bay. Tension is everywhere on the carrier as they both make their way into the bay. Rhi and Kacey report to their CO and are told that all stable patients have been discharged, and any unstable patients have been sent to the mainland for further treatment. You’re both told to wait and if anything comes up, respond. If anything were to happen and you’re needed, your squad’s name is “Alpha Med Team”. It brought Rhiannon back to the days on the ambulance working alongside Kacey as EMTs before they decided to join the Navy together.

Rhi settles into a comfortable chair with Kacey by her side and begins the start of one of the most boring days either of you have experienced at work. Without any patients to check on it’s mostly sitting around gossiping with Kacey about the next post. You’ve both been tipped off that you were either being shipped off for another combat mission or being sent back to Fightertown again. Rhi would honestly be happy with either but going back to North Island seemed like a much more chill option. Her parents are both based out of the mostly overrun Naval town and it’d be nice to see them again.

Most of the day has passed when cheers could be heard erupting from all over the ship. A few people ran into the sick bay to exclaim that all pilots on the mission had returned, and the mission had been a complete success. Rhi claps along with them and selfishly wonders when their CO will allow her and Kace to leave. Their stomachs are grumbling, and it’s almost 1900.

Rhiannon and Kacey are in the midst of a deep conversation on why military guys are just her type and how Rhi has actively avoided them when the tones sound throughout the sick bay. It jolts you both into focus as a voice overtakes the speaker. “Alpha Med Team. Cardiac arrest. Main flight deck. Delta response.”

Every nurse’s head in the bay whipped over to them as Kacey and Rhi leap to their feet. “Shit!” She grabs the AED machine, and Rhi grabs the medic bag before both take off to the hall full-on sprinting. “What the hell happened to vacation, Kace?!” Both bob and weave through the soldiers in the tight halls who ducked out of your way. “Clear the path! Medical emergency!”

Rhi doesn't understand what’s happening. A cardiac arrest on the main deck right as the last two pilots return? Too much excitement? As you both burst onto the main deck Rhi sees where the patient is based on the amount of people circled around them. The sound of running alerts the sailors circling the patient and they quickly step out of the way. Rhi sees an older gentleman, maybe mid-forties, lying on his back. A man stands over him, patting his cheek to see if he will respond.

Once beside the patient she tosses the medical bag beside him and gently moves the gentleman next to him away. “Stand aside sir, thank you.” She drops to her knees and immediately begins your assessment while Kacey fires up the AED. “What happened here, people? Did anyone witness him collapse? Any trouble before, med history I need to know about? Age, name? Anything?”

Information begins to sporadically flood in from different people as she quickly realizes the guy isn’t breathing nor does he have a pulse. His pupils are responsive but he’s completely out, not even reacting when she sternal rubs him for a reaction. “Kacey, we have a full arrest.”

His name is Officer Reed Adams, forty-two-year-old male with no known medical history. He was celebrating with everyone else when he clutched his chest and collapsed. He was down for around two minutes but they called for medics immediately. Without hesitation Rhi begins chest compressions as she glances around for Kacey. Kacey is preparing the AED, pulling out equipment to manually insert an airway in case, as well as the ventilating bag, and gloves for the both of you just in case. “Kacey, be ready for ventilations!” She nods, fully focused on the task at hand.

It probably should have made Rhi nervous that over a hundred people were looking on to the scene but all that matters is the patient. She continues CPR for another minute before realizing that nothing is happening. “Kacey, next time I vent I need the pads on him.” Immediately as she moves to his mouth to give him two rescue breaths Kacey is placing the AED pads on his chest, after skillfully cutting through his uniform with her trauma shears.

She takes a quick break as the AED analyzes his heart rhythm. She realizes she is slightly out of breath and her arms already ache from the effort of chest compressions. She shakes it off and quickly looks up at the first person she made eye contact with. “Someone call sick bay; I need a stretcher out here now!” The guy nods and takes off across the flight deck.

Rhiannon turns her attention immediately back to the AED as the voice prompt speaks once more. “Shock advised. Stand clear, push to shock.” She takes a deep breath and looks up at Kacey who is equally as flushed as her.

Clearing her throat, she looks down at the lifeless man in front of her. “Shock advised. Everybody, clear?” She glances up as Kacey, who throws up her hands. Rhi reach over to the AED, her finger hovering over the shock button. “Shocking in 3, 2, 1….” She press the button and watches the man flail up momentarily before going still once more. “Shit…” She mutters under her breath as she immediately begins compressions again. “Kacey, I need the epi ready just in case!” She glances up wildly as she continues compressions. “Where’s my stretcher?”

At the stopping point she analyzes his rhythm again and is once more met with “Shock advised. Stand clear, push to shock.” Rhi groans a little and wipes at her forehead as she looks up to Kacey once more.

“Everybody, clear?” Kacey holds up her hands once more and Rhi reaches down to the AED again. “Shocking in 3, 2, 1…” She pressed the shock button and watched it deliver. A commotion throughout the crowd gets her attention momentarily as the stretcher is quickly wheeled over to them. But then, the most beautiful sound from their monitor rings. Rhi’s eyes whip to the monitor, and she lets out a gasp of excitement. “I have a pulse! Kacey, grab me the spine board! I want him on the stretcher now!”

Kacey immediately leaps into action as Rhiannon continues to ventilate the patient who is still having difficulty breathing. Within a matter of moments, they log-roll him to get the spine board underneath him. Kacey and another set of hands lift him off the flight deck and quickly transfer him onto the stretcher. Right as Rhiannon begins to lift the stretcher up higher Kacey’s concerned voice shouted out. “Flatline! I have asystole!”

“Damnitt!” Rhiannon exclaimed before doing the only thing she can do. She hoists herself up on the stretcher and straddles Officer Adams hips and immediately restarts chest compressions. “Kacey let’s GO! I want him in the sick bay! I need the crash cart ready when we get there. Go, go, go!” The stretcher immediately lurches forward as she continues chest compressions and ventilations the entire way to sick bay where everything is ready and waiting when they arrive.

When they arrive, Rhi climbs off the patient and helps transfer him to the bed. Everyone works tirelessly for what felt like ages, but eventually the officer was revived fully and immediately placed on oxygen. The doctor assures both Rhiannon and Kacey that the officer will remain in sick bay until he is stable enough to transport to North Island for observation and rehab.

When it is all said and done Rhi and Kacey share a triumphant high five and a mutual agreement that they both are in desperate need of a shower. They are both dismissed, and both head to the showers and then to change into a fresh uniform. When done both enthusiastically find their way to the mess hall where the celebrations have continued.

Upon entering the mess hall, it goes silent for only a moment before loud applause breaks out everywhere. Rhiannon and Kacey both glance around to see where the pilots they are applauding are before realizing in astonishment, they are applauding you guys. Apparently, word has spread throughout the ship quickly that Officer Adams has been successfully revived and is recovering in sick bay. Both women smile graciously around them, making their way to the food, receiving so many pats on the back and “great jobs” everywhere they turn.

Rhiannon and Kacey, both serve themselves on trays and go to sit down. But before either could get to the only table that wasn’t already occupied, Kacey is pulled aside by the blonde pilot from earlier who immediately starts laying on the charm. “Want me to wait?” Rhi turns to Kacey, but she’s already fully engulfed in the smooth-talking pilot who identifies himself only as “Hangman”. She merely shakes her head in Rhi’s general direction and continues to talk to him. Shrugging Rhiannon heads to the table, setting her stuff down and sitting.

She immediately cracks open her first bottle of water and chugs half of it before setting it back down and picking up her fork. She pierces a piece of the pasta on her plate and lifts it up to put it in her mouth when the squeak of the chair beside her being pulled out catches her attention. She takes the bite and turns to see the brown-haired pilot from earlier taking a seat beside her with a tray of his own. He flashes Rhi a smile and she smiles back around the bite of food. “You’re the medic, right? From earlier?”

She nods and finishes chewing before responding. “I’m one of the medics from earlier. And you are one of the pilots that flew that mission today?” He grins, obviously happy that she at least semi-know him.

He produces his hand for her to shake. “Bradley Bradshaw. Call sign: Rooster.” At this she smiles as she takes his hand in her own and shakes it.

“You let people call you, Rooster?” She lets out a small laugh and shakes her head. Yet again reminded of the earlier conversation with Kacey on why some call signs are just ridiculous and weird.

He chuckles and shrugs. “Yeah, I mean, my dad’s call sign was Goose. So, when I got to the academy, I got the call sign Rooster.” Well, she thinks to herself, after it was explained it wasn’t quite so silly. She takes another swig of water as he watches her intently. “And your name is?”

Watching him spear his own piece of pasta and turn his attention back to her, she smiles. “Rhiannon Hayes. My friends call me, Rhi.” He nods quickly after taking his bite.

“I gotta tell ya, what you did earlier? That was impressive. I mean, I’ve never seen anything quite like it.” She appraised his face, looking for some kind of sign of sarcasm.

Much to his surprise she lets out a small laugh. “Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight.” His eyebrows tilt up as you giggle. “You are a Top Gun aviator, top 1% of all aviators. And who just flew a next-to-impossible mission, and you’re impressed with me giving some quality CPR?”

At this statement he lets his own laugh out and sits back fully in his chair. Rhiannon can’t help but notice the way the muscles in his arms and his broad shoulders strain against the fabric of his flight suit. “I’m glad I amuse you. But, I mean, yeah. You do impress me. What you did was not only admirable, but it was incredible to watch. You had laser focus, total control of the situation, and zero fear. Calm and focused in a situation like that is the kind of stuff fighter pilots dream of.”

She’s immediately embarrassed to feel the flush of her cheeks blushing at his compliments. “Um, thanks? I guess. I mean, it’s just part of the job. When you’re the only thing standing between your patient and a body bag, you just….do what needs to be done. You must have some idea what that’s like. You just flew the most impressive mission I’ve ever heard of.”

Tapping his fingers against the tops of his leg he shrugs once more. “A great fighter pilot once told me, ‘Don’t think, just do’.” She nods almost immediately at the advice.

“Exactly. When something like that happens, you don’t have time to do anything other than trust your instincts.” She leans back in her chair and watches him analyze her with a content smile that he’d found some common ground with her. After a moment her blunt personality shines through. “You know, to be honest, you’re a lot different than I thought you’d be. I mean, different from other pilots I’ve met.”

Once again, you’ve captured his curiosity and he leans forward, resting his elbows against the table. “Oh? Well, I’m flattered. How’s that?” She laughs at his joke and shrugs a little, mostly to herself.

As Rhi watches him, she realizes maybe he’s a little like other pilots. He’s clearly puffed up a bit at the compliment she’s giving him. “You’re…. decently humble. Not so full of yourself. And you started the conversation talking about someone other than yourself. That’s pretty impressive.” He chuckles again and she plays with the unappetizing pasta on her plate. “I mean, most pilots are intolerably proud of themselves. Kinda like your friend over there talking to my partner.” She nods her head in the general direction of Kacey and her new “friend”.

Rooster glances over at Hangman for a miniscule second before returning his attention back to Rhi. “Yeah, I mean, Hangman can be a little conceited, but he’s a good guy. Once you get past all the sarcasm and self-confidence he’s got going on. I mean, your friend seems pretty interested in him.”

She lets out a laugh at this and nods. “Yeah, well, Kacey hasn’t completely sworn off all military men like me. Hasn’t learned her lesson, I guess.” At this comment she has his entire attention again, with a raised brow he leans forward.

“Sworn off all military men, huh?” She looks up into his kind-of stunning hazel eyes as he stares at her with interest. “You mean…. even fighter pilots?” He wags his eyebrows at her as he motions dramatically to himself and his flight suit.

Rhi laughs again, a little louder than last time. He clearly thinks he’s climbed over her wall of resistance towards military men. She leans forward and motions him closer with her finger. He leans all the way forward and she glances around, pretending to make sure no one is listening before whispering to him, “Oh, especially fighter pilots.” Rhiannon cracks a smile at him, and he smiles back. She can almost see the challenge in his eyes.

He opens his mouth to make another witty retort but the loudspeaker crackles before coming to life with a monotone voice. “Alpha Med Team, please report to sick bay for deployment briefing. I repeat, Alpha Med Team, please report to sick bay for deployment briefing.” Rhiannon’s eyes flicker to Kacey across the room.

So, it’s been decided. Their next assignment has been chosen. She clears her throat as she pushes the tray away and turns her attention back to Rooster. “Well, that’s my queue.” She pushes off the table and stands up, but he follows suit and stands alongside her.

“Wait, deployment briefing? Like, you’re shipping out?” As she looks up at him she realizes he’s at least a foot taller than her. She smiles up at him and fakes a shrug.

“Maybe. I guess I’ll find out in a second.” He looks like he wants to say more to her, but she turns to leave. “Sucks to be the best of the best, doesn’t it?” Rhi shoots him a wink before walking off to meet up with Kacey. You both head to sick bay where you’re told your next assignment. You’re both being called back to North Island temporarily to oversee the training of a new class of combat medics.

Both women leave the meeting beyond happy with their next assignment and decide to turn in for the night, exhausted from the day of surprising events.

Rhiannon awakens the next morning to the alarm clock blaring. She turns it off and rolls over, groggily groaning still half-asleep. “You coming to breakfast or staying here for a bit?” She calls up to Kacey in the above bunk, who merely answers by grumbling under her breath. Smiling slightly and standing up, she turns on the overhead lamp to get dressed. When she’s all done she turns off the light and leaves her partner to catch some extra Z’s before heading towards the mess hall.

When she walks in she realizes it’s not nearly as full as dinner was last night and for that she’s grateful. Rhiannon is not exactly a morning person, and she definitely needs at least one cup of coffee before dealing with the day. She immediately makes herself a small plate of scrambled eggs, two slices of bacon, and a banana. And then grabs the biggest cup of coffee she can find and turns to find a table.

Nearly spilling the entire tray, the coffee included, when she almost smacks into Rooster. “Jesus. Hi. Sorry. I’m still half-asleep.” He chuckles at her and appraises her face with something that looks like appreciation.

“Well, you look beautiful. Not that you didn’t yesterday but…” He wavers, obviously a little nervous. “Sorry, um, I just was curious where you’re being deployed next? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.”

Rhi blinks up at him, wondering why he’d care where she’ll end up next. But she shrugs it off and balances the tray in one hand. She picks up the coffee and takes a long swig of it. “Um. North Island to instruct a new class of combat medics. We leave this afternoon at 1500.”

As she says this his entire face lights up and he lets out a surprised chuckle. “Really? Wow. That’s amazing! We’re also heading back to North Island this afternoon at 1500. Guess we’re going back there together. I mean, not together, but you get what I mean.” She smiles up at him and nods.

“Yeah, I guess so. Are you excited to be going back? I’m sure this mission has taken a lot out of you.” They both hear someone call out his name from across the cafeteria and see the woman who also went on the mission with them trying to wave him over.

He holds up a finger, motioning for her to hold on a minute before turning back to her. “Yeah, I mean, North Island is kind of like a second home. I’m more excited now that I know you’ll be there too. Um, what do you say to letting me take you out for dinner or a drink when we get back stateside?”

She smiles up at him, almost a little sorry that she must turn him down. Not for any particular reason, he seemed like a perfectly nice, respectful guy. But she’d promised herself after the last guy that she was swearing off all military men, and that included Rooster. “Ah, well, that’s a problem. It’s sweet of you to offer but, I don’t date fighter pilots, remember?”

He grins, clearly what he heard he’s accepted as a challenge. “Yeah, but I mean, it’s me we’re talking about. I’m not just any regular fighter pilot, remember?” He winks at her, reminding her of the compliment she’d given him the previous day. “Come on, can’t you make an exception, for me?” At this he folds his hands together and excessively bats his long eyelashes at her dramatically.

She places her coffee back on her tray, still balancing it with her left hand and reaches out playfully to pay him on the shoulder. “Over your dead body, fly boy. I’ll see ya later, Rooster.” With that she moves around him to take a seat and eat her breakfast as he feigns wounded and heads over to his friend’s table.

Rhiannon sits alone and indulges in her breakfast and more coffee. A few times she notices Rooster and a few of his pilot friends glance her way but she actively tries to avoid making eye contact. She can tell that for whatever reason she’s the topic of conversation over there and she’s almost certain he’s recanting the tale of him asking her out and getting rejected.

She zones out while sipping her coffee when suddenly someone shouting catches her attention. “Holy shit! Help! I need help over here! I-I don’t think he’s breathing!” Her eyes rapidly scan the room, and she can see the pilots crowded around right next to their table.

Before she can fully process what she’s doing she’s leapt to your feet and is dashing across the mess hall to the commotion. “Move, please! I’m a medic!” She shoves through the crowd and her breath gets caught up in her throat when she sees Rooster lying on his back, obviously unconscious. “What the hell happened?!”

Instantly dropping to her knees as his friend babbles on. “I don’t know! He stood up to leave and just collapsed! Thank God you were here! Help him!” She adjusts his head, so his head is completely facing the ceiling and she checks his carotid artery. A breath of relief rushes out of her as she realizes he’s got a strong pulse.

Quickly she leans over and places her ear right next to his nose. Shit. He’s not breathing, she thinks to herself. She sits up quickly and watches his chest for rise and fall and see it’s totally still. “He’s not breathing! Did he choke on something?” Her eyes move to his friend who’s got her face covered, probably embarrassed she’s crying.

“No! I mean, I don’t think so! He was talking just fine!”

Immediately she leaps back into action. “I need someone to run to the sick bay and get me a trauma bag! I need portable oxygen and a stretcher here right now!” She’s shouting up at the milling crowd but then laughter erupts from beneath her. Rhi stiffens before her eyes dart down to Rooster who’s practically in tears he’s laughing so hard. “W-What…?”

She realizes he’s not the only one laughing. Every single one of his pilot friends are laughing and high fiving each other too. Her eyes land back on Rooster as he tries to sit up and she shoves him hard back down to the ground. “What the hell are you doing?! You faked a respiratory emergency?! W-Why would you do that?!”

Now that most of the soldiers in the mess hall have realized it’s a prank they start to dissipate. Rooster is still laughing pretty hard as he tries to speak around his laughter. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s just…” He laughs again as Rhi takes deep breaths to calm her still-crazy beating heart. The adrenaline is wearing off and now she’s left with anger, total confusion, and a small bit of gratitude that he’s not actually in respiratory arrest. “Y-You said over my dead body would you go on a date with me, s-so…. I died!”

At this his friends erupt in another fit of laughter and knee-slapping. Her eyes are wide as she stares down at this infuriating man, but the anger slowly starts to fade, and she lets out a few shocked laughs before full-on losing control and laughing as well. Now that the anger has faded she realizes how oddly charming and funny this situation is. The guy was so desperate to get her to say yes to one little date he was willing to fake his own death.

She plops completely on the floor in a fit of giggles and shakes her head at him. He props himself up completely and then turns his attention to her. “Well?” He raises an eyebrow her way again. “Will you let me take you out now? I mean, I died for you!”

Rhiannon watches his eyes twinkle with more laughter and he’s grinning cheekily at her. He really is unlike any guy she’s ever even considered going out with. He gets to his feet before reaching down and helping her to her own. She looks back up into his beautiful eyes and giggles a little bit more as he waits for an answer. He’s still semi-holding onto her hand as she squeezes it a little.

“I mean…. you did die for me. How do I say no to that?” His grin gets even wider if that’s even possible and she shakes her head at him. “Fine, Rooster, you can take me out when we get back to North Island. Just once.”

He lets out a triumphant holler and turns to high five his friends and congratulates them on a prank well done. She watches as he celebrates his crazy victory and admires him a bit. He’s dedicated, she’ll give him that. And he’s willing to go to extreme lengths just to make her smile, laugh, and say yes to dinner or a drink. She completely comes to terms, right then and there, that he’s definitely a handful and maybe more mischief than he’s worth.

But it’s just one little date.

What could it hurt?

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