#and it's just so frustrating to see this happen when I loved her so

[thatonetargaryen]

Our Tears Ricochet

Ambessa Medarda x Reader

Part 2 of: My Tears Ricochet

Synopsis: After walking in on a sight that you’d remember for endless nights to come—you mourn what is now seemingly the end of your marriage. However, Ambessa is determined not to let that happen—even if she had to get on her hands and knees.

cw; afab!reader; infidelity; heavy angst but happy ending; smut; more smut; Hex-strap; fingering ; did I mention smut? Ambessa being a bad wife but trying to fix it; not proofread; men and minors dni

Special thanks to @hell0-ki55y for original prompt and @fruitfulfashion for ending idea. Hope both of you enjoy (I’m not too good at writing smut so bear with me). 🎀

……

Your sobs were muffled by Mel’s chest as you leaned into her hold. Her slim fingers made her way through your now loose, frizzled hair. Your hands clenched onto her like a lifeline and right now—she was.

For a moment, she had a sense of deja vu. She remembered when she had first gotten her period when she was 13—the first step to becoming a woman, and instead of running to her real mother, she ran to you. You held her in your arms and the harder she cried, the tighter you hugged. The two of you rocked back and forth as she told you how scared she was, a vulnerability she couldn’t even share with her mother, and how you reassured her and cleared all doubts from her mind.

To you, the act may have thought to be necessary. An act of kindness any mother would show for their daughter. But to her, it was so much more. Every time the breeze blew in a certain way or the sun sat low in the sky—it reminded her of the warmth of your embrace. The warmth of your heart.

And now, she held you in her arms. She rocked you back and forth. And she let you cry out.

When your sobs finally died down, the two of you stayed silent for a moment. But there was a silent question in the air that had yet to be spoken, ‘What are you gonna do now?’.

Mel soothingly rubbed your arm as she looked down at you. “Do you need anything?”

You shook your head. What you needed was something she wasn’t able to give.

She took a shaky breath. “I know this is hard for you. She wasn’t always the most loving, but I never thought she would—”

She stopped as she closed her eyes and scrunched her nose. She shook her head. “I thought she loved you.”

You finally looked up at her through red and puffy eyes. You licked your chapped lips as your hoarse voice spoke, “Your mother does love me. We..wouldn’t have gotten married if she didn’t. I…”

Mel turned to you with an angry look. “Tsk. She doesn’t love you. She can’t. How do you explain what you just saw? You’ve been loyal to her for the entirety of your marriage and have stood by her when no one else did. You gave up so much for her. How can you sit here and say—”

You held Mel’s face in your hands as her own tears of frustration ran down her cheeks. You wiped them away as you spoke softly. “Mel, what your mother has done has hurt me in ways I hope you never experience. But I don’t want this to be another crack in your relationship. It’s already strained as it is. In no way am I justifying her actions but please…don’t let this affect you as much as it has me. A connection between mother and daughter is unlike any other—even one between spouses.”

Mel stared dumbfounded at your words, but stayed silent as you continued. “I love you Mel. Never forget that. Even if this causes a rift between your mother and I—I will love you no less.”

Mel fought back tears in her eyes as she held your gaze. She nodded at your words and leaned into your shoulder. You held her hands in your own. She spoke, barely above a whisper, but it was as loud as any shout—“I love you too, Mom.”

After a moment of silence, there was a vibration felt on the bed. She looked over at her phone with a mixture of annoyance and confusion.

As she checked to see whoever had messaged her, a look of realization crossed her features. “Shit!”

You looked at her, surprised at her language—but ultimately ignored it. “What’s going on?”

“I set up plans with Jayce a while back before you told me you were coming to Piltover. I totally forgot to reschedule…Now he’s on his way.”

She shook her head, “I’ll tell him to cancel and we can do it some other time. I know you need me right now.”

You shook your head, “No, no. I’ll be fine. Please, go enjoy yourself with this….Jayce.”

She looked at you softly, “Are you sure? I mean, we can always do it another time….”

You nodded, “Go ahead. I’ll be fine.”

She smiled as she kicked on her shoes as straightened up her hair and makeup. She threw on a robe as she changed out of her previous dress. She didn’t get the chance to choose one before she turned back to you.

You stared out the window in a pool of your own thoughts before you felt a tug on your arm.

“Come on, you’re coming with.”

“What?”, you said, surprised.

“You’re coming with Jayce and I. You said you wanted to meet him.”

You looked at her, considering her offer. “Look at me. I can’t go out like…this. I look and feel like I just had an emotional breakdown.”

She looked at you in silent agreement and ordered one of the maids outside to prepare a shower. She ushered you into the shower and said she’d be right outside if you needed her. You wanted to under the hot water, but you know you were on a tight schedule.

After you got out and dried your body and hair, she rushed over to her large vanity, pulling out a plethora of hair supplies. She ushered you over, and you sat in front of the mirror.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence as she practically pampered you. She detangled, brushed, and curled your once frazzled hair. She pinned it back as she applied your preferred makeup from the bag you brought with you abroad.

The makeup was simple—yet it complimented your features. You hadn’t known Mel was so good at this. When she was small, she was gotten her first makeup kit that she begged to have for practically a year. You had been her first test subject. The looks you got from the nobles when you kept on the makeup throughout the day did little to dampen the wide smile of little Mel’s face.

When she was finally satisfied, she turned away from the vanity and started to put the things away. “Do you like it?”.

You nodded as a smile graced your features. You ran your fingers through your loose curls, careful not to mess them up. You felt prettier than you had in a long time.

“Good. Now we just need to pick an outfit.”

She went over to her closet as she raked through her many dresses. After a moment of indecisiveness, she picked a white satin off-shoulder dress that fell just above her knees, showing off her long legs. Her braids were done in a tight low bun as she let two frame the sides of her face.

Meanwhile, you were still struggling to find something to wear. You didn’t want anything too provocative since you were married despite the circumstances but you didn’t want to cover too much because of the relentless heat of Piltover.

You ended up choosing a sleeveless sage green dress with a heart neckline. It reached your ankles, being modest and flowy at the same time. You threw on a gold necklace and small diamond earrings.

Mel approached you as she took in your appearance. “You look…amazing, Mom.”

You smiled bashfully at her compliment. You threw on a purse as you both exited the room.

It was time for you to unwind.

….

The three of you ended up going to a nice restaurant not too far away. The sun was still high in the sky as the three of you looked outside the window at the beautiful view.

“So, how’d you meet my Mel?”, you asked—going into interrogation mode now that you all were seated.

The boy turned his attention to you, his charismatic personality slightly cracking under your gaze, “Well, uh—I’m actually working on a project here in Piltover. It was way before I became a council member. I was stationed in the main building and she just so happened to be there. We’ve been together ever since.”

Mel smiled, “I heard about him through the grape vine. One of the prodigies behind the Hextech. It was only a matter of time before the two of us met.”

The two were deeply in love—heart achingly so. It reminded you of when Ambessa first introduced herself to your own parents. She refused to crack under their scrutinizing gazes and answered every question as if she had meticulously prepared beforehand—which she probably did. It didn’t take long before your parents were nagging the two of you to get married.

“I take it you’ve met my wife?”, you asked.

Jayce visibly tensed at the mention of Ambessa. He took a sip of his fruit drink before clearing his throat, “I have. She was, uh….she definitely let an impression.”

The silence was loud as Mel took a French fry from Jayce’s plate.

“But if I may speak freely, Mrs.Medarda—”

You nodded towards him, curious at what he had to say.

“The two of you are so….different. From the way you look down to the aura you exude. I-I’ve heard stories as a boy detailing how you brought peace to Noxus and many other lands they once butt-heads with. They always said you were soft and kind. But you had a firm hand and possessed the political knowledge to end wars before they could they were even declared. You’ve saved the lives of so many people—soldiers, citizens, and nobles alike, and yet—”

He stopped, realizing he was rambling—a habit he picked up in his early years. “What I mean to say is, the two of you are basically the Sun and the Moon. Polar opposites.”

You smiled softly as you mindlessly toyed with the straw in your drink. “The Sun and the Moon complement each other. But if the Moon were to disappear without a trace—the Sun wouldn’t bat an eye. It would keep thriving as it always has. Yet, if the Sun were the disappear—the Moon would mourn its death for endless nights to come.”

A silence overtook the three of you, and Jayce seemed confused at the comparison. Mel spoke softly, extending the metaphor, “And yet…the world would notice if either disappeared.”

You nodded your head at her words as you pushed your plate forward. “Yes, yes it would.”

…..

As the sun started to set, the three of you headed to a nearby bar for drinks. It was getting slightly chilly, and Jayce through his jacket over Mel’s shoulders to shield her from the cold.

You simply held yourself tighter, cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket.

You sighed in contempt as you finally entered the bar and took a seat. The two lovebirds sat a few seats away from you, but not too far.

The bartender made his way to you first. He wore an all black button down shirt and pants, and his jet black hair complemented his piercing blue eyes. He smiled warmly, “What can I get for you?”

You took a glimpse at the menu as you spoke tiredly, “Just a Daiquiri, please. Chilled.”

He nodded. But he stood there for just another moment, “Rough day?”

You gave him a small smile, “You could say that…”

He began to talk out the necessary ingredients for your drink at an impressive pace, “In that case, first drink’s on me then.”

You smiled at him gratefully as you gave him a ‘Thank you’. You reminded yourself to give him a generous tip before you left.

You brought the drink to your lips and took a generous sip. The taste of sugar, rum, and citrus made its way onto your tongue, and you hummed in satisfaction. You set down your glass as you looked around the bar.

You saw people smiling and laughing as they shared drinks. You saw couples giggling and holding each other tight. You saw people sitting alone—yet even they looked content. They were all happy.

Why couldn’t you just be happy?

Over the years, Ambessa started to bury herself more and more. She pulled herself away from you, often leaving you in a cold bed and practically engulfed your small frame. She wouldn’t come back until the wee hours of the morning, and even then, she wouldn’t greet you. Wouldn’t touch you. Wouldn’t even spare you a glance.

I should’ve seen the signs sooner, you told yourself. I should’ve went away before it got too far, should’ve filed for divorce the moment she became distant.

But you didn’t. You stuck by her side. Waited endless nights in a cold bed hoping she’d come home and be normal again. Notice you. Love you.

Yet the moment never came. You had waited for something that was never going to come.

Before you knew it, you lost count of the number of shots you ordered and downed in come take. You ignored the look concern the bartender gave you as you stared down at your fingers. You trailed shaped across your thighs—something Ambessa used to do—and, fuck—

You just couldn’t get her off your mind. No matter how hard you tried. No matter how much you desperately wanted to.

Your eyes drew heavy, and you practically tumbled out of your seat. You made your way over to Mel—who was practically sitting on Jayce’s lap—and let her know you were going home. Her once carefree gaze turned into one of concern.

“Did you need me to call you a ride? Give me one second and I’ll—”

You shook your head, “Mel, really, I’ll be fine. My place isn’t far from here. Enjoy your night, don’t worry about me.”

She sighed, “Alright…call me when you get home.”

You nodded at her words, gave the cashier a wad of cash and told him to ‘keep the change’, and stumbled out of the bar on two left feet.

��….

You stumbled towards the door of the apartment you were renting out while in Piltover. It was luxurious—one of the most expensive of its kind. Though, you hadn’t spent much time in it.

You shuffled through your purse as you searched for your keys in the dark. You sighed in victory as you finally found them, and clumsily put your key in the doorknob.

You opened the door and stumbled through your apartment with low eyes. You threw your purse somewhere are you walked up the glass stairs.

You heard slight shuffling upstairs, but your drunk, hazed mind decided to ignore it. Big mistake.

You walked through the hall and towards your room—only to freeze at the door way.

In less than five seconds—you swore you were now sober.

There she was. Your wife. Ambessa. She sat faced away from you on the far side of the bed. Her shoulders were stiff and her back was rigid. She looked down into her lap, and without even looking at her face, you could tell she was in deep thought.

You slowly started to walk backwards, but at the absolute worse time possible, your left heel decided to break, and you stumbled backwards. With a thud, you were brought to your knees on the floor.

Shit.

She spinner around and her gray coils moved with her. She scrambled to her feet as she went to help you up, but you snatched your arm away. “Don’t touch me.”

You scurried into the room and sat on the bed as you rubbed your ankle. That was definitely going to bruise in the morning.

“Y/N…”, you heard Ambessa whisper. You’d never heard her speak so softly.

You tried to ignore her presence, but that was impossible to do. She stood where she was—yet her gaze enveloped the whole room.

You shook your head as you held back tears, “I—I don’t ever ask for much….”

She stayed silent as you spoke.

“I don’t ever ask for much. All the presents and gifts you gave me…All the houses and land you bought me…All the jewels and diamonds you gave me….”

You shook your head harder as your tears fell harder, “I ain’t ask for none of that. All I asked is you give your kids the light of day. That you give me the love and attention I give you non-conditionally. That you stay loyal to me—as your wife—and show me that our marriage wasn’t out of infatuation—but genuine love for one another.”

You sobbed harder as you fought to breathe. “You think I don’t have wants and needs too? You think I don’t imagine myself being able to have a stable relationship with someone else? You think I don’t want to have sex and have somebody fell up on my body? To whisper sweet nothings in my ear? To show me that I matter to them? But I would never go behind your back and do that to you because I love you. I love you so much it hurts, Ambessa. I wish I could just let you go. Rip you out of my life and run far,far away. But I can’t. I just can’t…..”

You grew frustrated at her silence and wiped your snotty nose. “Why’d you do it, Ambessa? Why you have to do me like that?”

Ambessa’s own’s tears clouded her vision as she fought to find the right words. Her breath hitched, and she could tell you were becoming impatient. So she spoke her mind, and didn’t hold back.

“I—I thought….you made me weak. I thought if I allowed when I allowed myself to get close to you, I weakened the walls I fought so hard to built around myself. I’ve fought so hard to become the woman I am today, and I couldn’t let anyone take that away from me—not even my own family. So I distanced myself. From Mel. From Kino. And from you. I thought I was doing us both a favor. It allowed me to make the necessary decisions to keep us safe, and for you….I thought it would allow you the satisfaction of knowing you weren’t sleeping next to a monster.”

Surprise crossed your features as she continued to speak, “I have the blood of thousands—if not millions—on my hands. Women, children, and men alike. The thought of it haunts me every night, and yet, and I have brush it aside. I opt to spend most nights asleep in the very same chair I spend hours reviewing and signing papers in because I can’t bear to sleep beside you knowing what I have done. What I will do.”

Tears started to spill onto her scarred cheeks as she approached you. You didn’t move, and simply stared.

She knelt before you, and grabbed both of your small hands in hers, “What I have done is unforgivable. And I will accept any punishment you give me. I—I’ll build you a new estate for you to stay in. I’ll have it done before winter, but please—”

You grabbed her face in your hands, halting her words. The two of you met eyes, and a thousand words were spoken before either of you could say anything. Your mind betrayed your anger as you looked down at your wife. Your wife. Not the war general, not the most powerful figure in Piltover, not the formidable warlord, but your wife. A woman. With a mind, and a soul, and a deep, aching heart confined in the thickest of chains. Chains only you could break.

What she did hurt you deeply. But you could see the regret in her eyes. How it spread throughout her body. How it seemed to age her face even more.

You took your thumb and wiped a stray tear on her face, and she closed her eyes as she leaned into your touch.

You brought her head into your bosom, and for a moment, the two of you were silent. You laid your cheek on her head as you embraced her. Years of regret seemed to radiate off her. She spoke softly into your chest, “I don’t know if you can forgive me, but I want you to know….I’m sorry. For everything. And I will spend the rest of my life working for your forgiveness. I swear it.”

You took in your words as you shook your head. “While I certainly can’t forgive you now, I’ll give you a chance. Prove to me that our marriage is worth keeping. Show me that you can change, for us.”

Her head shot up, and a look of relief like none other crossed her features. A genuine smile—one you hadn’t seen in a long time, but adored—graced her features as she held you tighter.

“I’ll change—for us.”

……

The next few weeks brought you happiness that you hadn’t felt in a long, long time. The two of you finally traveled back to Noxus.

You hugged Mel tightly on the dock while the guards and servants prepared the ship. However, the tension between her and her mother could be cut with a knife as they shared brief goodbyes.

The morning after you came home drunk to Ambessa in your apartments, you called Mel and told her about the apology. She was taken aback, not believing a word you said. She had asked why she did it in the first place, yet you didn’t want to share too much on the private conversation. You gave a brief summary, leaving out some stuff, and she simply hummed. You could tell you were holding back something through the screen.

The ride back home wasn’t what you expected, and for a moment, you doubted Ambessa would stay true to her word. That quickly changed when the two of you arrived home.

It was like a switch flipped inside her. Instead of lingering behind after meetings, she spent the rest of her free time with you. She no longer spent countless hours hunched over a desk looking over papers, and finally got a trusted assistant to help her. She invested more time in the things you enjoyed and even found out things about herself. Her side of the bed was finally warm as she held you in her arms at night and shared hot baths with you in the morning.

Your wife—the woman you fell head over heels for—was finally back. You couldn’t be happier. However, despite how much your relationship has improved….she had yet to touch you.

The thought lingered in your mind as you fought to push it away. Instead, you stared at Ambessa’s back as she undressed and got ready for bed. That didn’t help.

You continued to look at her as she switched off the lamp and climbed into bed beside you. You heard her breathe a sigh of relief before she reached over to give you a ‘goodnight’ kiss.

However, as she leaned in, you took her by her shoulders and gave her a deep,passionate kiss.

You could tell she had an initial reaction of surprise, but quickly recovered and leaned into the kiss. Your tongues and mouths collided as her large hands roamed your body.

Being the impatient woman she was, she started to undo the bralette you wore to bed. Her hands immediately began to knead your breast, and you moaned into her touch.

She buried her head into the crook of your neck and planted hard kissed onto the soft flesh as she practically rubbed herself against you. The heat in the room seemed to increase by the minute.

She pulled herself of you after a moment as she started to plant kissed on your chest and stomach. The redness in your cheeks spread throughout your body. She threw off the lacey underwear she wore and held your legs on either side of her head.

She pressed kissed into the insides of your thigh, and your heat was practically pulsing just as hard as your heart.

You moaned as she pressed a tantalizing kiss to your pussy, and practically came right there when she sent a lick to your slit.

Without any warning, she began to feast on your heat. Every lick, suck, and bite elicited a new sound from your lips, and every one was music to Ambessa’s ears.

You weaved your hands through her hair as you grind yourself against her face. Your toes curled as you recognized a familiar coil inside your stomach. And with a shout, it finally snapped.

You should feel Ambessa’s smile as she continued to lap at you through your orgasm.

You breathed heavily, trying to come down from your high. You heard Ambessa shuffling around through the drawer—and you already knew what she was looking for.

A soft blue glow radiated from her hand as she adjusted the Hex-strap on her hips.

You vividly remember receiving the strap on an anniversary. She never told you where she got it—or how she got it—but she put it to good use the same night.

“I can’t remember the last time we used this….”, she said more to herself than to you.

You were brought back to reality as she took you by the forearm and flipped you over as if you weighed nothing—and you didn’t to her. Your face was stuffed into a pillow as she arched your back, and you could already feel yourself clenching around nothing.

She rested one hand on your thigh as she spread you open and roughly inserted two fingers into your wet entrance. She pumped them in and out at a steady pace and you moaned into the pillow beneath you. You took your hand and started rubbing small circles over your clit—but Ambessa’s hand quickly replaced yours as she nipped your ear.

Your second climax that night soon came to you in waves as you relaxed against Ambessa’s shoulder. She didn’t give you much time to collect yourself as she aimed the strap at your dripping cunt. You took in a shaky breath as you felt her slide in. She leaned over your shoulder as she whispered sweet nothings in your ear and held both of your hands in hers. When she was finally in, she slid halfway out, and drove herself into you again—rougher this time.

She continued this act a few more times before she had a steady rhythm of going out and roughly driving back into you. You could feel her hips collide with your thighs and ass and her rough hands gripping your soft love handles. If not for her tight grip on your hips—your head would’ve collided with the intricately carved wooden headboard.

She continued this until you were both moaning and panting—sweat pooling on your brow. Her grip on your hands loosened as her own groans filled the room. Her hips lost its steady rhythm and became to more at a sloppy and frantic pace. You knew she was close, and you reached back to run your fingers through her hair and tug at it. She groaned at the action—but made no move to stop you. With one deep thrust, she came undone. She practically fell on top of you as you both panted, exhausted. She carefully pulled out the strap and threw it on the end of the bed. The two of you rolled over on one side and sighed in content.

You could tell she was tired as her breathing became heavier. She held you from behind and tightened her large hands around your waist. You looked over your shoulder was low eyes, “Tired already?”

She chuckled at your dig. “I’m getting old, y’know.”

In your younger days, the two of you would go at from moon up to sun up—only stopping because she had a meeting scheduled that morning. Then, when she was finished with the meeting—you’d go again just for the hell of it.

If she were a man, the two of you would’ve had an army of babies together.

You smiled, reminiscing in the past. You came back to the moment as she buried her head in your shoulder. You leaned back into her touch as your own eyes fell to a close, and sleep enveloped you like a warm blanket.

While your marriage wasn’t perfect—it was definitely improving.

One kiss at a time.

…….

Taglist: @maaaaaaaaaaari

A/N; Pretty in Pink coming soon…See you in 2025 🎀

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about Logan, after being officallt together with Wade for multiple months just sitting at the table with this longing look on his face.

"What's wrong, Wolvie? Kitty havin' a bad day?"

"...My wife died today.."

"What?"

And it's not that Wade doesn't already know he's been married multiple times already, but it's the suprise that Logan is just now mentioning this today. I mean its like 4 pm and he just now is bringing this up.

"Well.. Let's go see her!"

"... I can't.."

"Oh... cause it hurts to much?"

Logan is staring at the table, just.. staring.. out of it, looking like he's gonna cry if someone doesn't do something. And seeing as he's sober now, he's trying really hard to stay here. He wants to run off to some bar and drown himself in his own sorrows, but he doesn't.

He's a good boy.

Cause he's staying right here. At home. With Wade. Where he belongs. It's so hard, though. So damn hard.

Theres a big pause before he looks up at wade with the biggest wettest eyes. "..Cause shes in Japan."

And suddenly, Wade Gasps. "Ooh I love Tokyo! Lets go!"

Logan is now frustrated, he thinks wade is teasing him about going. He thinks hes mocking him. Tears fall as he glares at him.

"DONT... not today, wilson."

So Wade blinks and is like 'oh shit' cause he got hit with the army name.

"...so.. you dont want to go to Japan?"

Its now that Logan looks at him, baffled. "Of course I do..."

"Then let's go! Im bringing an empty suitcase, EEHH Im gonna buy so many clothes!" So as Wade runs off, Logan thinks for a second, processing before awkwardly coming to the bedroom. "W-..were actually going?"

Wade stops packing and blinks. "Peanut you really gotta make up your mind. Do you want to go see your wife or not?"

"... yes."

"Then yes. We are. Now come on I cant imagine a ticket this late would be cheap but oh well! Anything for my Logan." He declares.

Logan smiles a bit.

My Logan

"Y-you dont mind? Really? It'll be a lot of money, Wade... wont you feel weird coming with me to watch me talk to her?"

"Oh don't worry about it. I took a couple extra jobs this week, and why wouldn't I be? You let me see Ness. And Death."

"I dont exactly *let* you see death... she just takes you."

"Yeah well. When a girl is needy you dont really complain, now do ya? Now get packed or ill go myself. Ive been itching to go somewhere for awhile. Love new york. Hate america." He states, slamming his case shut and zipped it only for a couple yips to come from the bag.

"...Wade... did you pack puppins?"

"What? Shes an essential."

"Wade..."

"Fine! I'll leave her with al! Jeez."

And so, here they are, packed, sunscreened, and at the airport when Logan remembers how much he hates planes. He's nervous, anxiously staring at the boarding gate and his hands itch. Hes in the corner, waiting for wade to get back with their pretzels.

"You know- Its really convenient that I saved up all that money and we were able to go on this vacation style trip. Oh well. You want your pretzel now or later? Yours has cheese. Mines mustard.. Kinda like that new Kendrick song."

"What??" Logan asks, out of it and is obviously sweating.

"Ooh kitty... shit I forgot. Here. Hurry up and take these. Hank said if we ever needed to go somewhere on a plane or you were going crazy to give you some of these." He says, shifting hands to give him a bottle of pills.

"Im not so sure about this.."

"About going to Japan?"

"No no.. I... I wanna go to Japan. I just.. I really hate planes.. and these I-" he looks at the pills, whining. "I used to do a ton of pills, Wade. Anything I could get my paws on."

"Ha!! Paws."

"?? Did you take one of these?" He questions.

"Oh what? Nah. Did do a ton of coke though before we left... Oh shit... you know what the author just remembered?"

"Huh?"

"Yeah exactly. We cant get through TSA... Welp. Time to go buy a plane."

"Ohh hell no! You are NOT flying us anywhere!.. Look.. I know a guy."

"Oooh. Mysterious cliff hanger. What will happen next? Who knows. Maybe we'll get a plane crash and logan will drown to death over and over-"

"WADE!!! NOT. HELPING!"

[tinylilacbun]

rafe involuntarily regresses and doesn't know it ‧₊˚ ┊

You are just about to finish your skincare routine when you see your phone light up, wiping your hands on a towel before picking it up, smiling at seeing that its a message from Rafe.

A frown spreads on your face, reading that you both couldn't meet up today because something came up.

Weird. It's unlike him to abruptly cancel your plans since he always looks forward to every second he gets to spend with you, so you're a little concerned that something might be wrong.

He has been under a lot of stress lately, to which he just replied that it's just because of Sarah acting up or some shit, but you know better.

That's how you're now making your short way to Tannyhill, luckily living a few houses away from your boyfriend.

As you round the corner you stop when you hear a familiar voice shouting.

"Please! Sarah, please don't leave, okay?" Rafe calls out desperately, continuing when Sarah stops her bicycle. "Dad's gone. And now it's just...it's you, me, and Wheezie."

"What's the point, Rafe?" Sarah sniffles, trying to keep up a tough facade.

You watch as he approaches to stand in front of her, not being able to make out what they're saying and shocked by what you just heard, Ward is gone?

After a while Sarah simply drives past him and he lifts his hands to fist his hair in frustration, turning to watch his sister leave he catches you standing a few feet away, his hands falling back to his sides.

Walking over to him you see a single tear rolling down his face, picking up your pace you embrace him just in time for him to break down.

He loosely wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your neck and his body trembling slightly as he cries, finally letting out all the pent up emotions he kept sealed for the past weeks.

"He's gone...he-" He chokes on his own words and you shush him softly.

"I'm here, I got you..." You assure him, rubbing a hand up and down his back. "C'mon, let's go inside. Tell me what happened."

Soon you're both cuddled up on his bed. Rafe laying on top of you, using your chest as a pillow while you run a hand through his hair to soothe him as he sniffles, his hands holding onto you for dear life.

"If I wouldn't have...I could have saved him I-" He keeps on rambling over and over again, blaming himself for his father's death.

You sigh heavily, on one side you obviously feel bad for him, not wanting to see the person you love so much pain.

On the other side you can't help but feel a tinge of frustration at how much Rafe cares for his father who didn't even wanted to acknowledge the fact that his son needed help even after he himself told him that he's not well.

He doesn't need to be all big and independent in your eyes. He should get to have someone that listens to him and help him fight his demons, not push him away and tell him to 'man up'.

"You're not alone, baby...I'm here for you, always." You hum, your nails softly scratching the back of his head to the nape of his neck, pressing a kiss to his hair.

He adjusts his position to be able to look up at you with glassy eyes, the tiniest pout on his face as he blinks at you. "M'scared..."

"Scared? Of what?" You ask, your voice soft and like balm to his soul.

"This- This feelin'." He mumbles, his grip on your shirt tightening momentarily. "I jus'...feel so small? I dunno, you make me feel safe and- and taken care of."

Your eyes widen a tad, your hands not stopping their comforting gestures. You've noticed for a while that Rafe seems to slip into some kind of subspace? But not exactly what you would expect.

His speech slurs and he won't let go of you, not even for longer than a minute, almost whimpering when you would pull away.

He reminds you of this sweet little boy he was when you both were younger and playing or fooling around in figure eight.

"It's okay, don't worry about anything right now. Just relax." You smile at him, cupping his cheek with your hand, caressing his cheek with your thumb as he nuzzles more against you, craving your comfort.

Whatever this is he seems to slip into, you're there for him, always. You love Rafe with your whole heart and would do anything to make him feel cared for.

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[laurenairay]

what harm could come from one little call - N. MacKinnon

Summary: Can a drunken phone call repair a pair of broken hearts? Nathan certainly hopes so. Megan isn't so sure.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: drunk Nate, exes to lovers, mild angst, some bad language

A/N: This is my entry for @wyattjohnston’s​ winter fic exchange 2k25 for @blueskrugs! Cait, it was a joy to write for you. I had so much fun using Old Dominion as inspiration – they’re one of my favourite bands and I’ve been fortunate enough to see them 5 times, so this was special for me! I hope I included everything you asked for that we discussed. I hope you enjoy this!

Title from Break Up With Him, by Old Dominion

~

“Hey Megan, what’s up?”

Of all the things for her ex-boyfriend to lead with, after not speaking to her for 6 months, that was it? Casual and cool, like nothing had ever happened? And on New Year’s Eve?

Megan was just glad she’d moved away from her group of friends to answer his call. They weren’t exactly his biggest fans any more, and she knew they would absolutely judge her for giving him the time of day, even if it was just standing in the slightly-quieter corridor by the bar bathrooms.

“Nate, are you drunk?” she asked dryly.

“Naw, I ain't drunk.”

Yeah okay. She hummed, voicing her disbelief, and Nate huffed out a laugh.

“Okay, maybe I do have a little buzz, but that song we danced to in my kitchen came on and I just thought what harm could come from one little call?”

What the hell.

What the actual hell.

“You’re drinking at home. Alone? And you’re calling me out of the blue,” she summarised, unimpressed.

“I missed you, Meg. I’ve missed you every day since we broke up and I had to let you know.”

The rasp in his voice sent shivers down her spine, just like it always had. But this time, he had no right to try seducing her. She wasn’t his to seduce any more.

“We’re nearly 30, Nate. What the hell are you doing, acting like a lovesick teenager? You’re the one who broke up with me, remember?” Megan said, frustrated at the nerve of the man she once thought she had a future with.

“It was a mutual break up.”

This fucking guy.

“You instigated it,” she reminded him.

Nate let out an irritated huff of breath

“I know you don’t love him.”

“What the fuck Nathan,” she hissed.

“I know you don’t want to hear it, but I know you don’t love him. This new guy that you’ve been putting all over your social media, whatever his fucking name is. You should tell him that it’s over and then come over to mine. You ain’t in love with him, break up with him.”

What the fuck. How dare he?

“Greg is a good guy. You don’t know the first thing about him.”

“Yeah okay, but I know you, Megan. You don’t want to hurt him, but you’re stringing him along. Not wanting to break his heart isn’t a good enough reason for keeping us apart.”

Her jaw dropped slightly at the unmitigated gall, and she shook her head furiously, even though he couldn’t see her.

“You’ve crossed the line Nate. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you, but you have no right to talk to me like this,” Megan said angrily.

Her heart was racing, hands shaking at his audacity. How could he do this to her? On New Year’s Eve when she was out with her friends? When they hadn’t been in each other’s lives since the Spring?

But Nate just laughed softly, infuriating her more.

“You would've hung up by now if you weren't thinking it too. If you didn’t know there was truth to my words. But no pressure, whatever. Just do what you gotta do.”

“You are such an asshole,” Megan hissed, tears stinging at her eyes.

“Yeah, I am. But you still love me anyway. Call me when you’ve broken up with him. Happy New Year, Megan.”

And with that, he ended the call. Megan stood still, in shock, not fully believing what had just happened. What had just happened? Nathan had called her out of the blue, drunk and seductive, telling her to break up with her new boyfriend…so that she could get back together with him?

What the fuck?

Maybe it was the alcohol she’d consumed herself, or maybe it really was the shock of Nathan contacting her after so long with such bold declarations, but her mind was whirling. Whirling and swirling, tempestuous as a typhoon, all because of a man she’d tried so hard to forget. How was she supposed to process this?

“Hey, babe, everything okay?”

Megan jolted at the feeling of a large hand on her shoulder, looking sharply up to see her boyfriend Greg looking down at her with concern. Greg was a sweet softly-spoken man, a gentle giant and true protector, and yet seeing him right now didn’t give her any comfort at all.

“Woah, you look upset. What’s wrong?” he asked.

As if she could tell him the truth.

“Just a phone call I didn’t expect,” she said, forcing a smile on her face.

“Are you sure?” Greg asked, still frowning, “Did you want to leave? We can go if you need to.”

He didn’t deserve any of this. What the fuck did Nate know anyway?

“No, it’s fine. Let’s get back to the group,” she said, shaking her head.

Nate’s words kept ringing through her head as they walked back through the bar to their booth, and the moment she sat down Megan reached for the first drink she could to drown them out.

“I know you don’t love him.”

“You’re stringing him along.”

“Not wanting to break his heart isn’t a good enough reason for keeping us apart.”

~

The first morning coffee of 2025 was nowhere near as good as the last espresso martini of 2024. Megan could admit that much to herself as she forced down a couple of slices of toast. Even a steaming shower and skin care routine hadn’t brightened up the start of the new year, and in her fragile state she could only think of one person to blame.

Nathan MacKinnon. The ex-boyfriend that had suddenly decided not to quit.

Of all of his many wonderful qualities, his timing was usually impeccable, on and off the ice. But last night had been the worst timing she could’ve ever imagined, and right now she didn’t know what the hell to do. Nate really had thrown her for a loop, and despite his demand for her to call him, it felt like the last thing she wanted to do.

Happy new year to her. Not.

But as she finished her second cup of coffee, it seemed like Nate had decided for her, as her phone started ringing with his name as Caller ID.

“You didn’t call me.”

“It’s barely been 12 hours, Nate. What did you expect? For me to just come running into your arms?”

“Yes.”

“Oh fuck you,” she groaned.

That cocky attitude shouldn’t be nearly as attractive as it was. She didn’t need to see his face to know that he was smirking right now.

“That’s the Megan I know.”

“You know how rude it was last night, right? Rude and uncalled for and totally out of line?” she pointed out.

“Maybe. But I don’t regret it, even if I needed whisky to build up the courage.”

The nonchalance was infuriating.

“Pretty pathetic getting drunk on your own just to call up your ex, Nathan,” she said sharply.

“Ouch, thanks for that.”

“You’re welcome, sad sack,” she shot back.

But Nate just laughed, that deep belly laugh that was so rare but so incredible to hear. Fuck. This is not how she thought her year would start.

“I miss you.”

That voice. His deep rumble sent shivers down her spine again, just like it had last night. Fuck.

“I miss you too,” she found herself saying softly.

The hitch in his breath let her know she’d said the right thing.

“You do?”

“I always have done, Nate. Even though you didn’t deserve it, breaking up with me after two years because you wanted to be able to focus on playoffs,” she said, voice cracking slightly.

The way he swore under his breath made her sigh.

“I was an idiot. Such an idiot. Still am, but at least I’m aware of it now. And I’m trying to be better. I want to be better.”

“Nathan…”

Her voice trailed off, not knowing what else to say. What could she say, when he was finally self aware?

“Break up with him, Megan, please. Give me another chance.”

It was now or never. As much as it pained her to admit to it all, she had to be honest.

“I already did.”

“What?”

“I broke up with him when we left the bar last night. I just…you screwed with my head Nate, so badly, and after your call it was all I could think about. I couldn’t get your words out of my head and I knew that no matter what, this was a death sentence for me and Greg. It’s over with him. Because of you, I cried on New Year’s Eve.”

Nate swore again.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Megan couldn’t stop the laugh that choked out of her throat, thick with emotion and mildly hysterical.

“You never did, hm? And yet I’ve cried over you more than any other guy,” she reminded him.

“That…fuck, I don’t want to be that guy.”

“Bit late for that,” Megan said, sniffing.

“Let me make it up to you.”

His firm words shocked her, and yet they didn’t shock her at all. This was typical Nathan, swooping in with grand gestures to save the day when he shouldn’t have needed to fix what he broke in the first place. He was a mess. He made her a mess. And yet, talking to him last night and right now were the first times she’d felt truly alive since he’d broken up with her. How could she deny what she felt?

Where her light brown hair had been curled last night, it was in tousled waves now, and her grey-blue eyes were shadowed by lack of sleep as well as still being a little bloodshot from the crying. She looked far from her best, especially when it came to seeing Nate, but he deserved to see what he’d done to her.

Fuck it. She missed him and he missed her. How often did people get a second chance with the person they loved?

“Come over,” Megan murmured.

“I’m already on my way.”

[witchygagirlwrites]

Broken Bonds-Part 21

Former(ish) Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, Jay Halstead x Reader

When Jay refuses to talk about what happened between him and Mouse and begins to push you away you decide its time for you and Mouse to finally face each other, alone.

Warnings: cursing, mention of violence, (kinda cheating?) NSFW happenings 👀

You hated arguing with people you cared about. Stella, Kevin, anyone you loved you hated to argue with. Stranger? You would stand ten toes down, scream and yell until you were blue in the face but if the person across from you had some sort of place in your heart you despised arguing. The most recent development was that you hated not being able to yell in an argument nearly as bad as arguing with someone you cared about.

You stood in the center of your bedroom facing Jay who had one shoulder leaned against the doorframe. The purplish bruise gracing his face was a stark contrast to the rest of his jaw. He refused to tell you what happened. You weren’t an idiot.You knew it had to have been Mouse. There was no other option. He hadn’t gotten hit at work and besides the morning before he hadn’t been without you or Hailey at his side.

You glanced at the clock, Addy would be up soon but he hadn’t come in until after you were asleep so once you got out of the shower and he was up and dressed you started back in on the questioning. “Just fucking tell me what happened” you whisper shouted, waving a hand around the space between the two of you. He shrugged “Nothing, ok? Just let it go” you clenched your jaw hard enough you felt it pop.

“I know it came from Mouse. I’m not a fucking idiot Jay. When did you and him see each other again?” you crossed your arms and he dropped his gaze down to the floor. Damn he better be glad he was a detective because at this rate he’d be a shit criminal. If you could crack him like this you would’ve hated to see him on the other side of the table from someone like Voight or even Antonio once upon a time. 

“Like I said, let it go. It doesn’t matter” he argued and you shook your head “It does to me! I come out of the bathroom at dinner and you two are facing off then he leaves in a rush. The following morning you’re late getting to the daycare for drop off and when you get there your fucking face is bleeding and all day yesterday if you wanted to tell me anything, even about the fucking case you sent Hails with it. Really? You can fuck me but not talk to me? Really mature”

He scoffed lightly “Yeah, I’m being unreasonable here” “You are Jay! I have no clue what the fuck is going on!” you almost shouted before reeling your voice in at the last moment. He raised his eyes to yours finally “Maybe I should just stay at my place for a few days, clear my head” 

You couldn’t believe him. You had no idea what had even gone down, nor why he hadn’t told you he was going to see Mouse. Now he was acting like you were to blame? “What happened?” you asked again and he shook his head “Can I take her to my place tonight? If that’s ok, I know you and Stel wanted to see that new movie anyways” 

You blinked back tears of frustration “She’s your daughter Jay. You don’t need my permission to take her to your place. Do you want me to go with you to pick her up from daycare or not?” he shook his head “No, I’ll let you do a solo drop off and I’ll do a solo pickup” “Ok. Do you need anything for her?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.  He was focused on a place on the wall just over your head which was successfully pissing you off “No. I have clothes, diapers, and food. Anything else I can buy or get Will to drop off”

“Ok. Call me or Stella if you need anything” you reminded him and he nodded “I know” then turned to walk out of the bedroom door. “Jay?” you called and he looked back. You expected him to tell you he loved you, kiss you, something. “I love you?” you made it a question and he nodded “Yeah baby, I love you. I’ll see you at work”

“See you at work” you replied and watched him walk across the living room, stop to grab his jacket and keys then continue out of the door. You didn’t have time to think too hard on anything because the moment the door closed Addy started fussing. “Of course, now she’d wake up” you mumbled before calling out “Ok sweetheart. Mommy’s coming” and walked out to her room.

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When you made it into her room she was sitting up in her crib, dark curls sticking up at every angle and babbling like crazy. You laughed and shook your head “Good morning my love. Let’s get you dressed and we’ll go out for breakfast since you’re staying with daddy tonight. That sound good?” She made a oo sound in response so you grinned “oo” 

You picked her up and her hand went to the bracelet on your right wrist, playing with it as you picked her some clothes out. “Give auntie Stella and Hailey some time. They’ll get you one” you promised her, kissing her cheek before sitting her down to change her. 

Once she was ready you gathered what you needed and picked her up on your hip “Let’s go sweetheart” she made a mmm sound as you walked out of your door, locking it behind you.

OMG she is adorable!!! You’d sent Stella photos of Addy from yours and her impromptu breakfast date. She’d of course gushed over them like you expected. You loved catching mornings like this, regardless of the chaos around you. You’d gotten a solid hour of just you and Addy before you had to take her to daycare, considering Jay would have her tonight and you wouldn’t know until you asked him at work what time he was bringing her home the following day considering it was a saturday. You couldn’t very well tell him he had to have his own daughter home by a certain time. It was just weird considering this was the first time in a long time you’d been without her.

We had a mommy/daughter date since Jay wants her tonight you replied as you walked into the precinct. You didn’t even get your phone back into your pocket before she texted back ??? Since when do you and Jay not spend nights together??? You’d told her about the mystery bruise but not about Jay’s attitude change towards you, mainly for the fact that she’d come storming into the district with Kelly trailing behind her.

Idk? He came in late last night,then dropped that this morning you headed for the palm scanner and watched the bubble pop up that meant she was texting Wtf? Do you want to come over after work? You opened the door when it popped and stepped in before replying I’ll let you know. I love you she sent back Ok love you too

You headed up the stairs and your eyes locked onto Jay’s the moment you made it to the top of them before you headed for Kevin’s desk. You didn’t know what was going on with Jay but if he wanted space from you so be it you guessed. 

Kevin smiled when he saw you “Hey lil mama” you grinned “Hey Kev” and laid your stuff down before glancing towards the board “What are we doing?” he shrugged “We got a cell number? You wanna see if you can get a ping?” you held out your hand “Oh please give me something to do. I will love you forever and a day” he laughed and passed you a post it with a number. You winked at him and pointed towards the hall that led down to the tech room “I’ll be downstairs”

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You were typing on two different keyboards and running down three different cells attached to the one number that popped on your suspect. When you ran the idea past Voight he’d given his go ahead. You heard someone walking behind you but didn’t bother looking. From the sound of the steps it was either Jay or Ruz.

“Anything?” Jay’s voice hit your ears and you glanced back “Oh, you’re talking to me without Hailey as a buffer?” he shrugged “Yeah” You nodded and turned back to the screen “Hoping if I triangulate the frequently traveled location of the four numbers and find the areas hit the most we can narrow down where these idiots may be hold up” he nodded “Good idea”

He stepped up next to you and looked over at the screen. You cut your eyes up twice before saying “Um, what time will you and Addy be at my place tomorrow?” he shrugged “By ten. I don’t have anything planned, Will’s gonna come see her” “I don’t mean for Stella to hog her, she’s just able to work her schedule around more” you explained and he nodded “I know, I love that Stel and Kelly loves her as much as they do. Why I agreed on them being her guardians”

You looked back at the screen, eyes tracing the locations before saying “I still don’t understand how the civility I’ve been witness to ended up with a punch being thrown” he scoffed “I can’t understand why you can’t let it go. Isn’t the first time one of us has hit the other and that was before we were both in love with the same woman” you looked up at him “So you finally admit you hit each other?” he shook his head “I’m heading up. Call Hailey or Kev if you find something” “Yeah” you replied, turning your eyes back to the screen in an attempt to ignore the impulse to call him a stubborn jackass.

Your idea ended up paying off. By two you had the location of the safe house pinned down to a two block radius. You and Kevin were in one area, Kim and Adam in one, Jay and Hailey in one while Hank was in his SUV and had patrolmen covering the remaining area.

“On my count, we breach 'em all” you looked at Kevin who nodded. You dropped back next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Take ‘em” Hank’s order came and you called out “CHICAGO PD” and nodded to the patrolmen with you to hit the door, you and Kevin going in first.

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Five arrests were made. Three of which were who you were looking for. The other two were low tier drug dealers but they still had active arrest warrants out on them. A win was a win. All in all a decent day considering the takedown was fairly calm and no one ended up at med, not even any offenders.

You sat next to Kevin, finishing paperwork when you noticed the time. “Jay?” you cut your eyes up and he looked up at you “Yeah?” you held a hand out “I’ll help Hailey with your half. Go on and go so you can get baby girl” he nodded and passed you the file in his hand “Thanks sweetheart” you smiled “Of course” 

He grabbed his stuff and headed for the stairs. Hailey raised an eyebrow before saying “If he’s fucked things up, do I get a turn?” and grinned playfully. You shook your head but laughed and knew that was her goal when she winked at you. “I’m still waiting on my ring Upton”

Kevin shook his head “Get to work” Adam tossed a balled up piece of paper across the bullpen “Y/N, are you through trying to take partners?” you cut your eyes up at him “Nope, I haven’t collected Kim yet” he shook his head with a laugh and Kim grinned at you.

Around five Stella texted you to see if you were off and when you told her you weren’t yet she told you to come over when you got off,considering the alternative was an empty apartment you sent back a thumbs up.

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It ended up being a little after six by the time you were trudging up to her door and knocking. She opened the door and smiled when she saw it was you. “Hey little sister” she opened the door to let you in.  You followed her to the couch, flopping down onto it. She sat down and cut her eyes at you “Long day?” you nodded “I had to do all my paperwork and Jay’s so he could go pick up Addy”

About the time the words got out of your mouth a text came through from Will. It was a photo of her in her scrub pjs. “Aww look” you turned the phone around to show Stella and she squealed “She is stinking adorable”

You nodded “That she is..wait why did Will send it and not Jay?” she cut her eyes at you “What’s going on with you two anyways? And what happened when you saw Mouse?” you took a deep breath and caught her up on everything from how it felt to see Mouse through him leaving the restaurant in a rush, all the way to you asking yet again today what happened to Jay’s face and him pretty much admitting they hit each other.

“I kind of just want to track Mouse down and ask him face to face what happened” you groaned and she shrugged “If that’s what you wanna do” you shook your head “I don’t know. I mean for one I’d have to illegally search to find what motel and room he’s in..”

“And?” she asked, leaving you yet again in awe at the fact of just what extremes your sister would go to in support of you. “And, I don’t know about being alone with him..” you admitted and she raised an eyebrow “Why?” you shrugged “Is that the right thing to do?” “Do you want to see him?” she asked and you laughed “Stella, you know I can be wrong sometimes, right?” she shook her head “No, even when you’re wrong…I’m backing you and bringing Kelly with me”

“I love you” you laughed and she grinned “I love you too” the two of you went into talking about Addy’s birthday and upcoming events at the firehouse. Around eight you headed home.

You sat staring at your laptop. You wanted answers. You wanted to know what happened between him and Jay. That was why you wanted to find him. Not that you craved to see him, talk to him. Even arguing with him would be better than no communication at all.

“Fuck it” you muttered before grabbing the laptop and turning it on. The search wouldn’t take you but maybe ten minutes. It was a bad idea, a horrible idea. That did not stop your fingers from moving across the keys.

The thought didn’t occur to you until you were walking down the hallway towards his room that maybe he wouldn’t be alone. What the hell would you do if he had a woman in his room? You knew what you would do..the question was, what right did you have to do that?

You froze with your hand poised to knock. Should you do this? Too late to go back now. You couldn’t let him be this close and not know, not tell him everything you needed to.

You rapped your knuckles against the door and heard his voice “Yeah, hold on a second” . It didn't take but a breath before the door opened and he was standing in front of you. He’d shaved since the dinner, a new bruise gracing his jawline as well. Your eyes were drawn to it first then up to his blue eyes that were staring into yours. His hair was down, falling into his eyes before he shoved it back with a hand “Y/N? What are you doing here? How did you know where I was staying?”

You shrugged one shoulder “Are you forgetting who taught me?” and saw a tiny smile tease at his face “Can I come in?” you asked and he nodded slowly “Um, yeah” and stepped to the side to let you in.

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Mouse watched you walk into his room, trying not to eye the way your ass looked in the jeans you were wearing. Why had you found him? Did Jay know you were here? Why were you here? Damn you looked good. What was that perfume you were wearing? Damn he wanted to touch you, kiss you.

You stopped in the middle of the room and turned around to look at him “Greg?” he took a deep breath before closing the door so he could face you “Yeah” you waved a hand around “Can I sit?” he nodded “Anywhere you want”

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You walked over and sat on the dresser, Mouse sat on the edge of the bed across from you.  Your eyes hadn’t let him one time. He was really here, in front of you. Alive and whole. The light blue shirt he wore hugged his shoulders deliciously and the color made his eyes seem even brighter. You loved his hair at this length, any length suited him but now? You wanted nothing more than to tangle your fingers in the locks.

He was barefoot, jeans riding low on his hips. Never before had you ever craved to touch someone so damn bad. The love you had for this man astounded you. Nothing had changed it. Not having Addy, not loving Jay. You still loved him just as much. It was like your heart had just expanded but he still felt like yours.

“Last time you looked at me like that was that zoom call and you broke my heart” he spoke, breaking the silence. You scoffed, meeting his eyes “Wow! Going straight at it, huh?” he shrugged “If you’re here, you’re here for a reason” “Why did you and Jay clock each other?” you asked and he laughed “and here I was thinking you wanted to see me..you’re here to check on your boyfriend”

You jumped to your feet “Fuck you Greg!” he was to his feet a moment later “It’s the truth sweetheart. You’re fucking him, you have a daughter with him. You love him. What would you call him?” “I don’t know..I don’t fuckin know” you admitted and saw him flinch slightly from your tone “Were all those times you told me you loved me a joke?” he asked and you felt your jaw drop open in shock “How dare you come here and judge me. You fucking left me Greg! YOU LEFT ME!” you screamed, tears breaking free from your eyes.

“We could’ve worked out, hell Addy would’ve been your child if you would’ve just fucking stayed! If I would’ve been enough for you. I don’t know why I wasn’t enough” you felt more tears falling and didn’t try to stop them.  “You were baby, I swear you were” he whispered and you shook your head “No, fuck that. Argue with me dammit. Yell. hate me. I love you. I love and I fucked your best friend I have a baby with your best friend”

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“I can’t fix that now, can I? I have tried to forget you and I can’t” he admitted, taking a step towards you. You took a step back “Do you love him like you love me?” he asked and you shook your head “No. I fell for him through being pregnant and having her, through him being there for us. I do love him Greg, he’s a good man but..”

You trailed off, taking a shaking breath “But what?” he asked and you choked back a sob “I love Adeline with my whole heart Greg. She’s my baby. She is everything to me but you? I didn’t fall for you because something pushed us together, I fell for you because you’re you. You’re the one made for me. You’re the other half. You know me inside and out. You’re the man I have always wanted to grow old with, the one man I have always trusted fully, the one man who I have loved wholly for so long I barely remember a time I didn’t love you. Now the possibility of facing a future without you in it fucking terrifies me because I fucking love you so damn much, I love you Greg. I fucking love you”

“I love you too baby. I love you with my entire heart and soul. There has not been a single moment where I stopped loving you. I’m so sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry for everything you’ve went through because of me, for every ounce of pain I’ve caused” he admitted, taking a step closer to you.  “But know I don’t regret your babygirl or resent her. Not for one damn second. She is a part of you. She’s perfect and nothing but the good there is in this world”

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You took a step towards him, eyes never leaving his. “I’ve missed you so much” “I’ve missed you too” he admitted. One moment you were staring at each other, the next your lips were crashing against his, a light moan escaping you when his hands went to your hips, gripping tightly. You flicked your tongue across his lips and when he parted them to give you access you deepened the kiss, rolling your tongue against his and earning you a low groan from him. 

He broke away from your lips, eyes searching yours as both of your chests heaved. “Baby, think about what you’re doing..” you smiled “I am. Greg please. I have cried so many times missing you..I don’t want to miss you anymore”

Your hands went to the hem of his shirt, cutting your eyes up at him for permission. He groaned lightly before slipping the shirt over his head. The moment his chest was bared you pulled him into you, lips finding his. You needed to tase him,feel him close. You needed to convince your head and heart that this was real, that this was actually happening.

Your fingers trailed over his chest then up his back and you felt a thrill shoot through you and seeing his eyes flutter shut from your touch. “I want you” you whispered “I love you, I’m in love..I have been for years” you added and he swallowed hard.

When he opened his eyes the light blue was now darkened by lust and need. “Are you sure about this? I can’t..I can’t have you regret me..I can’t live with that” “I’d never regret you” you promised and he took a deep breath as you walked backwards to the bed, pulling him with you.

“Kiss me” you begged and he pushed you backwards onto the bed, crawling up your body. When he got up to your face, his dog tags were dangling loosely as he held himself above you “If you want me to stop just tell me” you hooked one finger into the chain of his dog tags and pulled him down “Please kiss me love” when his lips met yours it was charged, the energy changed. He grunted, lips moving from yours to your neck. “I missed you” he whispered, fingers ghosting under your shirt.

You felt yourself freeze and his eyes flew up to your face “What’s wrong?” “Greg..I’ve had a baby..my body…it isn’t the same..” he raised an eyebrow “sweetheart..you think some stretch marks will make me love you less? That I won’t be attracted to you because you gave birth to your daughter?” you swallowed hard and he grinned, your heart flipping “I’m gonna show you just how fucking sexy you still are”

When his fingers hit the hem of your shirt this time you simply leaned up to let him pull it over your head. He tossed it behind him then leaned back to look down at you, tilting his head to the side as he looked at your body “My god, that’s not fair” “What?” you asked in a whisper. He cut his eyes up to yours “You got even more gorgeous” 

His lips went to yours as his hands slipped under you,fingers easily finding the clasp of your bra and pulling it off your body. He rolled his tongue against yours as you tangled your fingers in his longer locks, angling his head to get better access to kiss him. He smiled against your lips “I love you”

He moved from your lips down across your chin then to your neck. It amazed you that he remembered every tiny spot that pulled a noise from your lips. He winked at you when he got down to your chest before rolling a nipple between his teeth. “Fuck, Greg” you sobbed, fingers finding his hair. He grinned against your skin “You like that baby?”

“Feel so good” you moaned. He rutted his hips against yours, trying to relieve some pressure but to no avail. You pushed his hair back with one hand and gripped his dog tag chain with the other to force him to meet your eyes. He smiled lazily at you “Hey beautiful”

You grinned “Hey handsome” he moved up to press a messy kiss to your lips, hands finding yours as he gripped them both in one of his and held them above your head just so he could stare at you for a heartbeat “You are so fucking beautiful. I don’t care what I have to do. I can’t walk fully away from you”

You chased his lips with yours so he gladly met them, releasing your hands. When you gripped his back he grunted. You spread your legs, allowing him to nudge his shoulders between them. “Please Greg” you moaned and he chuckled “I got you baby”

His hands went to your jeans and you felt his fingers shaking. “Are you ok?” you whispered, brushing his hair back out of his face. He smiled “I’m just afraid I’m gonna wake up, still over there and dreaming about having you” “I’m here baby” you whispered, covering his hand with yours to help him unzip and unbuckle your jeans.

“Lift your hips love” he spoke softly so you did as he asked and felt the air in the room hit your bare body. He rocked back on his heels and anyone else on the face of the earth would’ve made you feel judged but him? He made you feel like fine art truly being appreciated for the first time. He started at your knees,kissing down to your ankles on each side.

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You were a quivering mess underneath him and he’d barely done anything. He settled between your legs and licked a solid line up your folds. Your entire body shivered and he chuckled against you “There she is” before he turned his tongue to begin to kiss you there like he had your mouth, fully and messy, Letting his tongue explore every inch and see what noises could be pulled out of you.

He added one long finger then another, curling them to find that spongy place deep inside of you. When he brushed them across it you gasped out his name and he chuckled, the vibrations pulling more moans out of you. Damn him he knew just how to pull back to back orgasms out of you, even after this much time without your body underneath him. 

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When you finally shoved weakly at his shoulders “Greg..please baby I can’t” he rocked back on his heels and grinned up at you as your legs shook. “How ya feeling?” you curled a finger at him and he crawled up your body, kissing and nipping at every inch of flesh could reach.

When he got to your lips you pulled him down by hooking two fingers into his chain. He worked his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself on him. You hesitantly broke away from his lips to drop your hands to his jeans “Take these off, please” you were not above begging.

He grinned into the kiss, unzipping his jeans and pushing them off his hips. You reached a hand between you and your eyes fluttered shut when you wrapped it around his hardened length. He wasn’t exactly a small guy.

Your legs fell open further and his head fell over into the bend of your neck “I don’t have a condom here baby” you shook your head “I have an IUD. I’m good” he cut his eyes up at you “You’re sure?”

“Please” you begged and he slipped his hand between you, fingers gracing yours before he lined himself up with your opening. He buried his face in your neck as he slowly sank into you. You felt tears spring to your eyes, not only from the stretch but from the emotional part of being gone from each other that long.

You gripped his back, pulling him as close as you could. “You feel so damn good,like finally being home” he whispered against your skin before giving a tentative roll of his hips. Your head fell back against the pillows and a moan of his name fell from your lips. He pressed his lips to the hollow of your neck “It’s ok baby, I’m here”

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When he knew you were ok, he started to move, trying to find a pace that was good for you and him both. When he hit a particular angle that made your nails cut into his back from the pleasure that coursed through your body he groaned “Fuck”

Your eyes rolled back into your head from the building pleasure, his light groans and grunts pushing you closer and closer to that edge. When his hand slipped between the two of you, fingers rubbing tight circles onto your clit you felt that building pressure burst as the edge around your vision went soft.

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Your voice would be wrecked the following day from screaming his name but you would have cared less. He was home, he was in your arms, making love to you. You felt his hips stutter and knew he was close “Come for me Greg, let me feel you” you begged, holding him close.

He buried himself inside of you with a hard thrust and you felt when he came, somehow dragging you over that edge with him. His head fell over against your chest, your head against the pillows. Your fingers were smoothing down his back,he slowly raised his eyes to meet yours and my god he looked..young and scared.

“I missed you so damn much baby” he admitted and you smiled “I missed you too” he leaned up to kiss you, your bodies still connected. “I don’t want to be apart from you anymore” he admitted and your heart ached because you felt the same.

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He slowly pulled out of you, apologizing when you hissed slightly from the feeling before laying down on the bed and pulling you into his arms. You felt safe against his chest, like for just a few moments the worries of the outside world couldn’t completely wreck your heart.

He had  both arms wrapped tightly around you “I didn’t hurt anywhere did I?” you shook your head “No” he smiled “Good”

You nuzzled into his neck,kissing the skin gently “I don’t want this moment to end. Then reality sets in, I gotta go home alone and you gotta leave in a couple days” you admitted so he used one hand to gently cup your chin and force your eyes up to his “Tell me to come home to Chicago and I will”

“I don’t want to ruin your life Greg. I want you happy” he looked down at where you were laying on him “This makes me happy. You make me happy. The rest? I’ll figure it out after training. If you want me, you’ll have me”

“If you still want me after training” you whispered and he smiled “Baby, I have wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you. I have loved you for years. I will love you until the day they put me in the ground. I have tried, believe me I have tried, there is no other choice for me. I will never put an ultimatum on you. Just know that my heart will forever be yours”

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“What about Addy?” you asked in a small voice and he smiled “I already love that baby. She’s you. How can I not?” you pulled him into a kiss “What about Jay?” you asked, knowing that elephant was currently the biggest in the room.

“I’ll stay in contact with you the entire time I’m gone. I’ll let you figure out what you want to do and if you still want me in any capacity..I don’t give a fuck what it says about me..I can’t not be in your life Y/N..I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give” “I love you Greg” you whispered, turning to pull him on top of you. “I love you” he whispered, lips crashing against yours.

You stood at the door of Mouse’s room.You didn’t want to leave, god you didn’t want to leave but he had a point. It was seven in the morning. You needed to be home and showered before Jay got there with Addy. He still had a couple days before he’d need to leave for Glynco, Stella for some reason wanted to see him so he was gonna plan that too before he left.

He pulled you into him by your belt loops. He slipped his dog tags over his head and pulled your right hand up to drop them into it “You can wear them, you can shove 'em in a drawer. I just want to know that you have something of me. You own my entire heart. I hope I can see you again before I leave, you have my number, I have yours. We’re gonna talk and when you decide, I will be waiting for you baby”

You nodded slowly, feeling tears threaten your eyes “I love you Greg” he smiled before pulling you into a kiss “I love you too. Now get home to that baby girl. I’ll text you later, ok?” you nodded “Ok”

You were showered and changed into a fresh pair of jeans and tshirt. You stood in the middle of your living room staring at Mouse’s dog tags in your hand, running a finger over his name. After a moment you slipped them over your head and tucked them into your shirt. You wanted to have a part of him close.

You heard a knock and looked to see it was nine fifty. You walked over and answered the door. Jay stood there with Addy on his hip. “Oh, there’s my baby” you said and she cooed, reaching her hands out. Jay laughed and moved closer so she was easier to transfer. 

You hugged her tight once she was in your arms “Oh I missed you! Did you have fun with daddy and uncle Will?” Jay smiled “Yeah, she has Will wrapped around her finger” you laughed “Good”

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He stared at you for a moment before finally saying “I asked him to meet” you knew your confusion was plain on your face even before he explained “Mouse. I asked to meet. I wanted to try to explain. He pushed buttons, I pushed buttons. We threw punches” you nodded slowly “What buttons?”

Jay didn’t want to admit he hit Mouse because he had to face the insecurity of the fact that you would never fall out of love with Mouse. Nor did he want to admit that Mouse simply hit him because he’d hit first. “It doesn’t matter. We both agreed hitting each other was stupid before he parted ways. I should've told you that when you asked”

You nodded “Thank you for telling me” “You’re welcome..I’m um..I’m gonna go..if you two wanna get supper later..call me” he offered so you smiled “I will. Thank you Jay, for always being there for us both and being an amazing father to her”  He laughed “You’re welcome baby. Thank you for being there for us both and being the absolute best mother to my daughter I could ever imagine her having”

He stepped closer to press a kiss to Addy’s head.You saw his eyes flutter from yours down to your neck then back up before he gave you a small smile “Bye sweetheart”  “Bye” you replied watching him walk to his truck before closing your door and locking it.

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Addy babbled and reached for the dog tag chain, a part of your heart warming at seeing it. You weren’t sure what was going to happen next. You were fucking terrified of hurting either of them, you truly did love them both. The question was could you live without either of them or could you possibly find a way to live with them both in your life and if you did what did that even say about you?

You laughed, twirling around gently with Addy “What ya say we go get lost babygirl?” she cooed lightly so you laughed “Yeah, I knew we couldn't but can’t blame me for trying” you had no choice but to figure it out, if not for you but for her. Your heart wanted Greg, she needed Jay. You loved them both. What the fuck were you supposed to do??

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[therandompagesblog]

Hunting Your Soul Chapter 3 🫀Y/N🫀

Trigger Warnings: Stalking, feelings of uncertainty.

A thud below causes me to wake up out of a restless sleep. It unnerved me to find someone had sent me a gift and I didn't know who they were or what they wanted. I sighed and rubbed my face when I heard the back door slam shut. I bolted up out of bed and went to the window to look at the garden. No one was there. My heart thumped in my chest as I felt a rude awakening. Someone was in my house. Someone who shouldn't be. It could have been my parents but they were not back yet. They were on their anniversary holiday so there was no one in the house. No pets. No fish. Nothing. Sighing. I got up from my bed and put on my slippers to head down the stairs. I turned the light on in the kitchen to look out of the window but I saw nothing. Stupidly, I opened the back door and stepped out into the cold breeze. This time the air felt normal. It was a bitter cold but it was nice. It was soothing considering what just happened until I saw a shadow on the grass. Someone was standing on the roof watching me. Slowly I turned around but they were gone in a heartbeat. "Come out," I asked. It was stupid of me to call out because nothing answered. "Please," I begged but nothing happened. I was frustrated now and was worked up over nothing. I got worked up over my Grandmother's sick fantasies. She was like a young adult obsessing over demonic creatures.

I did try to get back off to sleep but I found it difficult. It felt like someone was watching me sleep. Yet every time I woke up there was nothing in my room. It was like they were playing with me. Haunting me. Hunting me. I didn't even want to touch the books they got me. I didn't trust them. It felt like, if I touched them they would burn. I didn't want to be burnt. I even phoned my mother to see when she was due back but she reminded me for the seventh time not till the end of next week. My mother believed it could be my paranoia of living on my own that I was feeling worried so my mind was playing tricks on me. It was true I did feel that way. "Look. Duck. If you're feeling frightened you could always stay with your Dad's mum. She loves having you around." My mother told me. "I know Mum. I am probably being silly. But I swear the back door shut." I told her. I was stressing out about it massively as I poured myself a glass of water. "Did you lock the back door? You could have had a burglar." My father stressed in the background. I could hear my mother roll her eyes. "She doesn't go in the garden, Jim. The back door is probably still locked. It was probably the wind. We do live on the coast." My mother reminded him. "Look, Duck try not to worry it might have been your imagination. Try not to worry." "Yeah, I know Mum. If it happens again I'm moving in with Grandmother. Permanently." I told her. When I hung up I stared at the counter top wondering why I never told my mother about the package. I should have but my father would hit the roof. My mother would have ended her holiday to come back and see me. Maybe it was best to talk to my grandmother for her advice, but I swear to the lord above if she mentions some form of supernatural being stalking me I'm going to cry.

When I arrived and unlocked the door to my grandmother's house I saw her in her usual position. On the armchair with a werewolf book in her hand. A peach blanket wrapped around her as she read the words on the page. She was fixated. Too fixated to notice I was there. "Grandmother," I called out but she hummed in response. Waving me off. She knew someone was there and assumed it was me as I was the most common visitor. If it was a burglar she would still have the same response to them as me. Wave them off while she was engrossed in her book. I slowly walked up to her and placed my face in front of her. Earning a slap in the face from her book. "What is it you want?" She scolded me. "Someone was in my house last night," I told her. "Really? Why do you think, Duck?" I explained about the books that turned up the other day when I visited her. I confessed to her. My grandmother was surprised but listened as I explained someone was in my house. "Vampires!" Grandmother answered making me place my head in my hands. I knew it. I knew she would say it. I should have bet money on it. "Grandmother be serious for once in your beautiful life," I begged her. "He might be protecting you. From something darker. Or he's obsessed with you and wants your blood." Grandmother stated as she poked me. Her words sent shivers down my spine. I felt sick with her words. I felt cold. Her words were not in the slightest bit helpful to me. "Grandmother, do you read dark romance?" I looked at her smirk and cringed, "Grandmother that's-" "It's not disgusting. All women of all ages need a bit of hot sexy time in their life." She told me. "There's a word for it. It's called spice." I told her as I got up to make a cup of tea in the kitchen. I looked out her window to see the beach in front of her home. It was busy. Any one of those people who were facing this way could be the burglar or they weren't. I went outside into her garden and stopped. I closed my eyes and listened to my senses. I felt something musky come towards me. I felt its breath. When I opened my eyes it was gone. They were gone or so I thought.

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[skippyv20]

Oh wow! 2025 just around the corner!!!!

Wishing you all a very Happy New Year. It’s hard to believe 2024 is on its way out. For many it’s been a good year, and for many a sad, difficult year. Looking back on the difficult times, remember this….you made it through. Even in those moments you didn’t think you could. It is when you reflect on it now, you will see that God was right there with you. We are never alone. I am so grateful for this wonderful community we have here, but so sad that Tumblr changed the rules. We have lost many that can’t write in anymore unless they set up a Tumblr account. Some just won’t do it, or can’t do it. I understand that. However, they are missed. This will change our prayer requests as well this year. We won’t have so many writing in. I hope that this will not change the fact that the few that do write in, still need our prayers. We will just be praying for fewer. I feel bad about that.

Along the way this year we have made new friends, and lost some friendships. People make choices and we move forward without them, still praying for them and wishing them well. People go though so many different life experiences, and we all react differently. Life gets in the way sometimes. Our lives can change in an instant. When that happens, we need each other the most. You all certainly have lifted me on my darkest days. I am so grateful for you all. You add so much to my life.

I haven’t been around much this Christmas. Things are just too blurry now, and to read and write on here is a struggle. It also gets on my nerves. It’s very frustrating. So I have taken some time off. I got through Christmas. I got through a fun filled Boxing Day. The basement backed up a bit in the furnace room. That meant not using any water. Dishes in a big bowl, and emptying water into a pail, rinse and repeat was fun. Brushing my teeth in a glass was fun. It added much comic relief remembering not to touch the water tap. It made me think of Christmas in the 1800’s. The plumbers charge double over Christmas. One guy didn’t call us back, the others said if you don’t want to pay double call back on January 2nd. So, Mr. Skippy and SIL went and rented a machine and fixed it themselves. I was very impressed. Relieved to only have waited 24 hours to resolve the issue. Memories!

Christmas Day was hard. I missed my Cathy and Panda and Sheldon the cat. Just wasn’t the same. It was Ellie’s first Christmas. She doesn’t like paper. She doesn’t like commotion. She likes to create it but not live in it. She loved her toys, only after they were unwrapped for her. She preferred Jaxon’s cat toys. She was much happier when things quieted down. Oliver too is the same as her. He has never liked the commotion, and he has never liked paper. Trash bags too, Ellie hates those. She did give lots of hugs and kisses though and did brighten my day, as usual.

No big New Year’s Eve plans here. I made lasagne. Took me four hours. What a nightmare. Thought I had all the spices and whilst making the lasagne meat sauce found out I didn’t have two spices. Mr. Skippy went off to the store to get them. While he was gone….noticed two more spices I didn’t have. So, I thought why not improvise. So, I threw in Italian seasoning. We shall see how this lasagne turns out. I think after supper we will play a few games of charades. We played on Christmas Day and had so much fun. We are so blessed that our daughter and SIL live with us. We always have entertainment. They are so much fun. We are blessed indeed.

Well, just wanted to update you all. You are not forgotten. I carry you all in my heart, always. I am praying that each and every one of you have the most wonderful New Years Eve. May 2025 bring you all lots of laughter, love and good health. Mostly I pray you feel God’s loving presence, on good days and bad. I send you all hugs and love.

God Bless you and yours. 🙏🏻❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

[hamsterbellbelle]

Hello🐹Now that is near the end of the year, it’s time for the personal top-5 list of my builds and CCs that I’m most proud of😤also a little bit of self-promotion…_(:з」∠)_  

I've said I'd build the Mass Effect Normandy and hopefully finished the sim-shape hologram but it didn't happen _(:з」∠)_ (a new idea came up with the hologram thingy I will have to test it out before making anything...) hopefully a more productive year in 2025 (´･ω･`)

Anyway…to the list! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

5. Underground City - Kabuki (No CC)🎦|| Just realized although I've made only a few builds this year I actually like all of them...I really really really want to build an underground city, and honestly I'm quite surprised with what I could do with no CCs xD I really need to build one with CCs ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

4. Post-Apocalyptic Bridge Town (No CC)🎦 || I don't usually build builds that doesn't match its surroundings, but I really love this bridge-town ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ My favorite part is the functional beach lounge in the concrete tunnel xD

3. The Columbarium🎦 || I play my sims in generations, so I've always wanted a nice cemetery for my save. And now my sims could finally have a place to visit their loved ones :)

2. Kowloon Tong Lau (No CC)🎦 || I love all the signs and neon lights I placed on the outside ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ I actually lived in a Tong Lau before with my grandmother. I miss her 🧡🐹

1. Shady Ripperdoc Center🎦 || I love the build, I love the CCs I made for this build. I am proud of myself for this build😤 xD

To the CC List! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

5. This is Still a Door || This may appears to be a simple door, but to me this is the toilet door in my grandparents house, and it means a lot to me (´･ω･`)🧡 xD It might be broken and it has stains, but it doesn't mean it isn't functional and dirty (well maybe a bit...) xD

4. It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas || This is actually kind of a last minute set, and I'm actually meaning to make a nicer digital wall fireplace thiny (^^)"

3. Simple Columbarium Niche || I thought making this would be easy, turns out no it wasn't ._. It originally had a function to store the urn, but when I finally tested it out on a community lot turns out storage is not possible...

2. Ripperdoc Set || I'm surprised at myself for actually making a set xD it was a lot of work but also a lot of fun, therefore it's worth it ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

1. Cyberpunk 2077 Sliding Doors and Frames || This has the best cover photo ever...look at all the colors!! (≧∇≦)ﾉ p.s. just to be clear if I ever label any sim-thing as "cyberpunk 2077" that means those objects/build designs are originally from the game Cyberpunk 2077. any other thing else are "inspired by" ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

Summery of 2024:

I didn't make much builds and CCs this year since I got that 2-months only hiatus _(:з」∠)_ It was a hot season with my computer heating up due to JUST playing the Sims 4 only - which really frustrated me, along with the sudden increase of Sims 4 glitches and bugs😡 I remember browsing through the EA Sims 4 Bug Report Forum and seeing all those reports really made me felt disappointed in the game (I know I'm kinda in the creator network thingy but that does not mean I have to praise the game blindly...) but thankfully somehow the crashes stopped and the switching to DX11 seems to have solved a lot of lagging issues🤔

Oh and yea this year I got into the Sims 4 Creator Program (EA Creator Network) (≧∇≦)/ xD I actually applied for it a very long time ago when it was called something else...I applied it for Mass Effect xD then I think I saw someone talking about the program recently and I was like "hmm...I think I had submitted my name to a program like that..." but I never got a reply...so I renewed my application and added Sims 4 and Dragon Age to it...and then it happened ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ the thing I'm most happy about is my creator code is "hamster" xD just - 🐹🐹🐹 xD

anyway hoping for a better year for 2025. hope everyone stay safe, stay cozy, be happy :)

[satin-velvet]

˚ · . 𝒲𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓍 𝐹!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 ( 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 2 ) Pt. 1

summary: You, Oscar, and Moribble come to an agreement.

note: this is fun to write, especially because I like darker subjects like this sometimes. i can’t wait to get into the more romantic stuff, but this does need to be paced.. also, for anyone reading this, my requests are open! send something in! you can check my pinned for what write. i’d love to do some requests <3

disclaimer: older man x younger woman, slowburn, evil wizard/moribble, manipulation, if you squint there’s some moribble x reader

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You were awoken by the shuffle of footsteps, and you blinked slowly, your senses coming back to you. All the green surrounding you had confused you at first, but when your mind refreshed, everything become much clearer. The grimmerie, elphaba.. emerald city.. you tried to push the thoughts away as you sat up, the blankets pooling around your body at the movement. It seemed what happened yesterday wasn’t a dream, much to your disappointment.

“Rise and shine.” A familiar voice drew your attention, and you looked towards the doorway. It was just Moribble and the wizard, you weren’t expecting many others, but seeing them pulled the memories to the front of your brain.

“Hopefully you got some rest.” Moribble smiled, walking towards your bed. Her hands were clasped in-front of her. “It’s still quite early, but we wanted to check on you.”

“Yeah.. and, you know, if you’d like some breakfast, i’ll have the kitchen prepare whatever you’d like.” He followed behind her, sitting on the edge of your bed. “Just for you.”

Your gaze flitted between the two. Why they were showing you so much hospitality had you confused; they had barely tolerated your presence when you were with Elphaba. The wizard didn’t even know your name, and Moribble only acknowledged you when Elphaba flew away. Up until then, it had been annoyed side glances and sly comments about your presence. Now, it was complimentary breakfast and a free room? Your brow furrowed, and you shook your head.

“No. I need to find Elphaba.” You said, your tone firmer than you expected it’d be. You pulled the covers off your body.

“Deary, that can wait..” Moribble replied, reaching a hand out for you but not touching you. “Your items from Shiz just arrived.”

“How about you just.. uh.. go through your stuff? Bring it back here to your room?” The wizard offered, a little more insistent.

You shook your head again, looking at the door. It unnerved you that they were talking like this was a permanent stay; you didn’t even need your stuffed to be shipped here. You stood, briefly stretching before heading towards it. Moribble caught up to you quickly, placing a hand on the small of your back.

“Dear, you must be tired. How about you lay down a little longer?” She suggested, tone honeyed.

“That’s a great idea. How about.. uh.. breakfast in bed?” The wizard laughed, obviously nervous. He got up, following you two.

“No.” You replied. Frustration simmered inside you; these people had been completely against you coming with Elphaba, even though it wasn’t your idea to begin with. They weren’t gonna sweet-talk you into being here, when Elphaba was out on her own, believing her best friend had abandoned her and the entirety of Oz believed she was wicked.

“How about—“ Moribble began, but you swiftly cut her off.

“No!” You yelled. The door slammed shut, and you jumped, but you didn’t have much time to wonder about it as the window cracked once more. You turned, the damage looking back at you. The small crack from last night had grown, almost touching the corners of the window. You gasped, any words you might’ve had dying before they could be said. Moribble and the wizard noticed it, too, and they looked at the window and back at eachother.

Moribble quietly clapped her hands together, a small smile curving her lips upward. The wizard stopped infront of you two.

“Deary, that was remarkable.” She praised, taking your hands in hers.

“I.. I didn’t..” You stammered. “I did that?”

“Most likely.” He confirmed, crossing his arms over his chest, “Moribble is right. Very remarkable..”

You cast your gaze downwards. You really didn’t mean to do it; but you had a hard time believing you did that. You studied magic at Shiz, but not with the intention of performing it yourself.

“How long have you been able to do that? Do you know?” Moribble questioned.

“Wait a minute.” You stepped back, pulling your hands away. The two glanced at eachother, sharing a tacit nod before looking back at you. “Why, should I, stay here at all? You said all those horrible things about Elphaba..” You said, voice beginning to shake. “You two didn’t even want me here. I wasn’t trying to impose on Elphaba’s moment, she’s my best friend. I.. I betrayed her. And I have to go find her and apologize.” You sighed.

“Okay, uh.. we weren’t expecting an extra, that’s all.” The wizard explained, adjusting the ring on his finger. “But, you don’t have to find anyone. The guards are already patrolling the premises.. we got the flying monkeys out there, too, so she’ll show up sometime soon.”

“Deary, we’re doing everything we can to find Elphaba. You mustn’t blame yourself for her.. outburst.” Moribble took a small step towards you, and after seeing no resistance from you, placed a hand on your shoulder. “It’s not your fault.” Her voice trailed off before she spoke again, “You were studying sorcery at Shiz. There’s no better way to study than with the two most powerful people in Oz.”

You frowned a little. “Study here? What do you mean?”

The wizard gently tilted your chin upwards, and you looked at him. “There’s a library.. and you have my office, your own room.. and Moribble will be here to help you before she goes back to Shiz.”

That didn’t seem too bad; you could study here, wait for Elphaba, and try to collect yourself. You two did say you wanted to stay in the Emerald City, so you could wait here for awhile. “Really?”

“Really. Would that make you happy, darling?” He smiled, taking your hand in his and holding it to his chest.

“And, when you’re not studying, you could always visit the Emerald City.” Moribble added.

For the first time since yesterday, you were starting to feel a little hopeful. Things could go back to how they were before yesterday. Elphaba would love to study here in the Emerald City too when they find her.

“Okay.. yes, that would make me happy.” You nodded, glancing at the cracked window.

“Perfect.” Moribble smiled, “would you like your stuff brought here? You can fill the wardrobe and dressers, and I’ll have your books stored in the library until you want to use them.”

“Yep. Whatever you want. Are you hungry? Thirsty? I’ll have it prepared for you.” The wizard added.

You thought for a moment; even if you didn’t fully understand the kindness, it didn’t hurt to accept. “Breakfast would be nice.. and I would love my stuff here. Thank you.”

Moribble nodded, “great. Please, wait here.” She turned, the fabric of her dress flowing the water behind her as she left. It felt a little intimidating being alone with the wizard; he was, supposedly, very powerful. He was still holding your hand, you realized, and you weren’t sure if it’d be better or worse to pull away.

“Um.. thank you for letting me stay here.” You ventured, glancing at the door.

“Of course. You know, I love making people happy, and you are no exception.” He smiled. “You have a very promising future, if you let us help you.”

“Promising future? What would that look like?” You asked, curiosity coloring your tone.

“You’d get to work with me, and Madame Moribble, and stay here with us.” He stepped closer, letting go of your hand and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “What do you want, to be a witch? You’ll be the greatest witch there ever was.”

You thought for a moment. “A good witch? That.. doesn’t sound too bad. What about—“

“Don’t worry about her.” He cut you off, waving his free hand dismissively. “You can have everything you ever wanted. Tell me, darling, what is your hearts desire?”

“Oh, um..” you faltered, the drop in his voice catching you off guard. You never really thought about it before, but the life the wizard was imagining for you sounded quite nice. “I don’t know. I like the idea of being a good witch.”

“I’ll make that happen for you, then. Someone as good as you deserves it.” He replied, pointing to your chest.

You blushed at the sudden wave of praise. You were pretty good; you had never considered yourself or been perceived as wicked. If the wizard thought you were good, it had to be an indisputable fact. “You think so?”

He nodded, stepping back and grabbing your hand. He raised your hand, twirling you towards him until you were pressed against his chest. “I know so. On one condition.”

You nodded, too bashful to speak.

“Forget about Elphaba. Now, it’s all about you. The future good witch of the north.”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ part 3 soon!

[techhiz]

Hello!!! May I please request a Earthspark Bumblebee x femme s/o who is a decepticon (but is actually a genuinely a nice person who is more of a chaotic neutral) where their relationship is kept secret cuz yk the whole autobots vs decepticons, and they secretly meet up every once in awhile and the maltos see bumblebee sneaking out and they get suspicious so they decide to follow him. they find out bumblebee is with a decepticon and misunderstandings happens with them thinking y/n is gonna do something bad and chaos ensues

If this is too complicated please feel free to decline!! I genuinely don't mind ^^

If you do however agree to do this please take your time with it and take care of yourself!!

Secrets

The moon hung high over Witwicky, its silvery light casting soft shadows across the forested hills. Bumblebee crept carefully through the darkened Malto family property, his servos moving in practiced silence. He glanced back toward the house, where the family’s laughter had faded into the quiet of the night. Satisfied no one was watching, he transformed and sped into the woods.

What the Malto kids didn’t know—what nobody could know—was that Bumblebee wasn’t heading off on some standard patrol.

Deep in the forest, at a hidden clearing illuminated only by the faint glow of Cybertronian optics, you were waiting.

"Bee," you greeted with a playful smirk, your Decepticon insignia glinting faintly in the moonlight.

"Y/N," Bumblebee replied, his tone light as he transformed back into bot mode. His optics softened as he approached you. "I missed you."

"Missed me? It’s only been a week," you teased, crossing your arms.

"Yeah, well, a week’s a long time when your spark’s somewhere else." His voice carried that familiar Bumblebee charm, but his tone softened as he reached for your servo.

Your tough demeanor cracked, and you smiled, your servo brushing against his. "You’re lucky you’re cute."

Meanwhile at the Malto Household...

Robbie sat on the porch, his curiosity piqued when he saw Bumblebee sneaking off earlier. He nudged Mo, who was sprawled out beside him.

"Hey, Mo. Did you see Bee just now?"

"Yeah, I saw him sneaking out," Mo replied, sitting up with a conspiratorial grin. "You thinking what I’m thinking?"

"Let’s follow him!"

Twitch and Thrash, always up for an adventure, quickly joined in. "We’ll track him from the air," Twitch suggested, her optics glowing with determination.

The group set off, following Bumblebee’s tracks deeper into the forest.

You and Bumblebee stood close, leaning against a fallen log as you exchanged stories. The war might’ve left scars on both sides, but moments like these made you forget, even if just for a while.

"You ever think about what’ll happen if someone finds out about… us?" you asked, your voice unusually serious.

Bumblebee sighed, glancing at the stars. "I think about it all the time. But then I remember why we’re here—why we’re doing this—and it makes it worth the risk."

You smiled softly. "You’re such a sap."

"And you love it," he teased, leaning closer.

The moment stretched between you, the tension was palpable as Bumblebee’s optics locked onto yours. His servo moved to cup your cheek, and you tilted your helm, your spark fluttering as his face inched closer.

"Freeze, Decepticon!"

The shout shattered the intimacy like glass hitting the ground. Bumblebee and you whipped around to see Robbie, Mo, Twitch, and Thrash charging into the clearing. Twitch had her blaster aimed at you, her optics blazing with determination.

"Kids?!" Bumblebee exclaimed, stepping protectively in front of you.

"You don’t have to defend her, Bee!" Robbie shouted. "We know she’s up to something!"

"Yeah, no way she’s just… hanging out!" Mo added, her brows furrowed.

You raised your servos in mock surrender, trying to stifle your frustration. "Okay, this is not what it looks like—"

"Save it!" Twitch interrupted, her blaster still aimed.

Bumblebee groaned, rubbing his helm. "Guys, listen. Y/N’s not like that. She’s not a threat."

"She’s a Decepticon!" Thrash emphasized, his frame bristling.

"Yes, and also a perfectly nice person," Bumblebee shot back.

The kids exchanged skeptical glances. Twitch’s optics narrowed. "How do we know she isn’t tricking you?"

"Because if I wanted to do something bad, I would’ve done it already," you retorted, rolling your optics. "Seriously, does everyone think Decepticons don’t have hobbies or love lives?"

That seemed to momentarily confuse them, but they remained cautious.

"Why didn’t you tell us, Bee?" Mo asked, her voice softer now.

Bumblebee sighed heavily. "Because I knew you’d react like this. And I didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea."

Robbie crossed his arms. "Well, mission not accomplished."

Eventually, after a lot of explaining, the kids lowered their guard. They weren’t entirely convinced, but they agreed to keep your relationship a secret for now.

As they left the clearing, Bumblebee turned back to you, his optics filled with apology. "I’m so sorry about that."

You shrugged, smirking. "I guess it’s part of the territory when you’re dating the infamous Bumblebee."

He chuckled, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Still, I’ll make it up to you."

"How?" you teased.

"By finishing what we started," he said, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

Your optics fluttered closed, and for a moment, the chaos of the night melted away.

The kids, hiding behind the trees, whispered excitedly among themselves.

"Did you see that?" Mo whispered.

"Yeah," Robbie said, his expression a mix of shock and amusement. "Guess Bee’s got a thing for bad girls."

"Not bad," Twitch corrected, "just misunderstood."

Thrash grinned. "This is so going in the family album."

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Thoughts on Hermione x Viktor Krum? Hermione x Luna Lovegood? Curious what you make of these two.

I like Victor x Hermione, I think it was cute, even if they were never meant to last.

I think Victor's crush on Hermione, who's basically the only girl not interested in him being a Quidditch player is adorable. He seems to like being in the library and Victor's a great guy. I like him.

But Hermione clearly never liked him back the same way, and I don't think she ever would. Victor is too quiet for her as a romantic partner, I think. She wants someone who'd argue back, Victor, while not a pushover, would often just shrug because he couldn't really care what she's on about or because he cares about her liking him more than whatever they're arguing about, so he'd let her win. I can't see him getting into a proper bickering argument with her. And I think Hermione needs a good argument to keep her interested.

So, they're cute, I liked that they had a short thing, I would've enjoyed seeing more of them, but they're not endgame material.

Hermione x Luna is not gonna work.

I love Luna, I like Hermione, but Luna would drive Hermione mad and Luna would find Hermione frustrating. I mean, that's their dynamic in the books. They get along because they experience each other in small doses with other characters as buffers. Put them alone in a room together for more than a few hours and Hermione would try to strangle Luna. They are not surviving it.

Luna, as I mentioned in the past, is an extreme conspiracy theorist — she's a wizard flat earther who believes gnome salvia can heal dragon pox. Hermione finds everything Luna talks about stupid and ludicrous and Hermione can't help herself but comment about it and start an argument every time Luna talks about anything. Harry gets along with Luna because he doesn't need to understand everything she says. Harry understands things intuitively based on feeling rather than cold logic often enough to just let it slide past him. He's fine letting Luna live peacefully with her beliefs and he even finds some of her beliefs comforting (when it comes to life after death). Hermione, on the other hand, needs to know and understand and for things to be reasonable and make sense — which Luna doesn't. This would be infuriating for Hermione who will keep trying to correct Luna who would get frustrated by Hermione's closed-mindedness and insistence that she knows everything. And the ensuing argument wouldn't be fun for either of them because they would essentially be having two different conversations.

So this pairing is not happening.

These are my personal opinions on these ships, ship whatever you ship.

[judasiskariot]

@judasiskariot and @bhaal-battle-beer-bard personal "Being grateful"

I just wanted to sit down and take a moment to look at all the things I can be grateful for.

A lot has happened this year, bad things, really bad things. On top the last few days and weeks in particular have been unnecessary...complicated again. But I can't help but see that, unlike others, I can't laugh bitterly when it comes to expressing gratitude and seeing the good things.

And there are many, very many of them good things. Every small thing matters.

You just have to want to see them. (It is not always easy, that is ok)

But if you decide to find just one thing every day that you're grateful for and that made you smile, you'll find it. Try it. It becomes more and more easier.

And yes, I may sound like a fortune cookie and that may sound absolutely annoying and superficial and you can ignore me if you like.

But maybe it will help someone. Maybe someone needed to hear that today.

There were accidents, there were losses, but when I think about the year, the last months, weeks and days, I see the moments that made me smile. Celebrate the small moments and not the big tragedies to burden your heart. I am sure you had many victories that you just haven't seen yet.

For example after 10 years of silence I am reconnected with an old friend of mine, like no time was lost.

There is wonderful @aristenfromwarsaw with whom every conversation is a dream 😊

@alpydk without them tumblr already seems not like the same anymore 😄

I can't get enough of rambling with @yennefer-of-vengerbergs about anything! Most fun! 😁🤗

Lovely @pinkberrytea being my mutual is still incredible and unbelievable🤩😍🤩 You lovely human being 😘

@heytheresunflower always has a hug for me 🫂 so as @anacdoce blushing words on works that make me faint 🥹

And @goromimii without her I would never been able to write with all those wonderful persons. It all started with you and I know you always got my back when I need to 😘

@blazingsaza you are just part of my tumblr brain chemistry and also outer space 😄 Writing with you is a joy 💙

And so many other moots.

I just wanted to let you know that you are amazing and taking the chance to tell you I appreciate you.

Small things, small moments.

But for me they are worth being thankful for.

And great interactions and people are just a message away and when I think about what you could miss if you hadn't sent that message 😭😰😱😢 So if you don't know whether to write to someone: Do it! A wonderful conversation is just a Hello! away. Don't let fear and insecurities take that away from you.

Let people know when they had an impact on you, that you love them. They don't know it out of the blue, you have to tell them.

I know it takes courage to go straight up to people and compliment them, to say you did a great job, I'm proud of you. (It's so sad that it is like that, but it is)

But please do that.

Do that more often. Take a heart.

Just one kind word can save someone's whole day, their whole week.

It gives so much energy.

Just a kind word, a smile, can make a difference for someone.

And joy and love always increase when you give them to someone.

(Yeah, there are better options than the end of the year and it shouldn't take this to be grateful and to reflect, but unfortunately I didn't get around to it before. And I may sound like a dumb inspirational sayings calendar, but if it helps just one person not to end the year sad or frustrated, or it makes someone smile, then it has served its purpose. All I wanted to say is, that it is normal that we can't see the beauty of the world when darkness is deep within us. And at the end of the year, many people feel that way. It makes me sad to see this. And I just wanted to let you know that the wonders of the world are not disappearing, but are waiting for you when you are ready to see them again. But maybe one or the other needs a little reminder. Maybe I could help them with that. I would be happy. Maybe delete later because I don't know if my blather should be in the void out there.)

[sillystarwrites]

You ever play Hell Divers? If not how would the TADC cast react to a reader who is super willing to get whatever objective they're given done....no matter the cost, which includes running into danger without a care in the world, getting ragdolled or hurt but still willing to do Caines assignment and overall being a super loyal idiot.

A/N: no clue what helldivers is but I LOVEEE this idea!!!!!! :D

Type: I’ll add this later I’m tired

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🎩Caine🎩

☆He’s overjoyed, honestly

☆ having someone, ANYONE enjoy his adventures is a dream come true

☆ especially after ep 3

☆ he probably begins to make more dangerous/risky adventures, taking note that you seem to enjoy the risk

☆ he literally doesn’t realize how dangerous it is for you and the others

☆ you can’t exactly get hurt, but you’re probably hella sore and in pain from the adventures 

☆ mans does not care, as long as somebody has fun he’s HERE FOR IT!!!

☆ loves you tho, your feedback is the first (and only) he goes for after adventures cause you’re the only one w/ good feedback

☆ anyway you’re his bestie. Can’t speak for you, but you are to him

♟️Kinger♟️

☆ typically he never pays too much mind to it, but he’s never seen someone so dedicated 

☆ sure, when he first entered, he tried to get the adventures done too, but not to this point

☆ he’s especially concerned when you immediately bolt in after him to get gangles mask in the mildenhall manor

☆ you barely even care, or notice Angel and the other freaks, dragging him along quickly.

☆ tried to warn you about the hall but you immediately ran down…and got possessed

☆ it was horrifying, to say the least

☆ he had to beat you with the gun, but at least the possessor was gone

☆ you barely even took a break, about to run down to try again and he forced you to sit

☆ when he tells you about Queenie, you’re empathetic but then immediately are like “okay but we gotta go, cmon.”

☆ he’s a bit…hurt, to say the least, but understands. He also wants to leave as soon as possible

☆ when you two make it back, you realize you somehow forgot Gangle’s mask.

☆ you attempt to find a way back to get it, but Caine brings you all back before that can happen

💜Jax💜

☆ he thinks it’s funny to be honest

☆ you get easily frustrated too, so he’s gonna bother you the WHOLEEEEE time if he can

☆ but you also just carried him like a briefcase on one adventure, just to annoy him back 

☆ he made gangle drive on the candy canyon adventure because he knew you’d want to

☆ gangle would’ve handed it over to when you protested, but Jax stopped that from happening 

☆ he couldn’t bug you as much as he’d liked to at Spudsy’s since the, y’know, ‘employee training’

☆ but he tried to anyway, you just shooed him off

☆ he was almost impressed by your work ethic.

☆ key word almost, because it mostly pissed him off

☆ anyway, seeing you go so far as to somehow injure yourself on adventures was hilarious to him

☆ all he had to do was convince you it’d help, and you’d do it

☆ even if it accidentally hurt the others

☆ he’s also really annoyed how you’re basically Caine’s favorite 

☆ like really?

☆ he’d poke at you about it though, just to annoy you

☆ but maybe sometimes he does get worried after adventures when you don’t even stay for whatever reward there could be

☆ he’d never admit that he’s worried, but you get the point 

🧸Ragatha🧸

☆ do something barely even risky and watch her PANIC

☆ she is worried from the get-go

☆ like during the gloink adventure, did she literally watch you try and wrestle a goddamn gloink WTH

☆ or in the candy kingdom, where you’re ready to jump into the chocolate 

☆ she has to hold you back A LOT

☆ like a lot a lot

☆ you also insisted on taking care of her during the spudsy’s adventure

☆ you did crash out at a customer so you still got a B+ though

☆ anyway, she does appreciate that you try your best on every adventure

☆ she hates that you put yourself at risk though

☆ she checks on you a lot, especially after the mildenhall manor adventure 

☆ she’s seen you get overly beat up in other adventures a lot, which always scares her

🎡Pomni🎡

☆ you scare her, honestly 

☆ she can’t tell if you’re so dead-set because you mess with people, or because you’re just determined 

☆ either way, it’s concerning

☆ despite the few adventures she’s been on, she’s seen how risky you can get

☆ she doesn’t like it at all

☆ you also seem to get really competitive, so she doesn’t get in the way

☆ when you’re not on adventures, you seem nice, but she’s still a bit scared of you

☆ you’re hyper and a go-getter, neither of which she feels that comfortable around

☆ once again, not that she doesn’t like you, just she’s really intimidated 

☆ I feel like someone like reader would just be desperate to escape, thinking if they tried hard enough they’d be free. Maybe they’re just so desperate and scared it’s the only way they can think of

☆ if Pomni is met with this revelation, she’d try to help in some way

☆ even if it’s not much, she could talk with Gummigoo, Kinger, and tried with Gangle, so the least she can do is try for you too

☆ even after the talk, you’re still just as persistent and idiotic, but at least she tried

🔶Zooble🔶

☆ deadass, they hate you

☆ they think you’re a total suck-up to Caine

☆ on the few adventures they were forced on, they’ve seen you get thrown, kicked, or flung a few dozen times

☆ they tried not to laugh

☆ key word tried!!!!

☆ they still don’t like how peppy you get, dragging them with

☆ they’ve lost more limbs than they can count

☆ they think it’s cool that you’re so dedicated, but oh my lorddd does it irritate them

☆ they still don’t like you

☆ you seem to try your best, but that’s too much

☆ they just don’t like you

☆ what’s the point of trying so hard if you’re just gonna get so injured?

☆ it’s annoying.

🎭Gangle🎭

☆ honestly, you scare her

☆ you remind her of Jax, just a bit less ill intented

☆ she mainly appreciates you during the spudsy’s episode, as you’re not violently dead set on doing…whatever

☆ during the mildenhall manor adventure, she is also a bit amused at your dedication to getting her mask, but more worried than anything.

☆ like Pomni, she’s not exactly comfy around you, but doesn’t hate you either.

☆ in your fits of bolting after the goal, you have probably tripped on her several times and broke her mask on accident 

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A/N: sorry that it’s so short, and this took so long 😭 I’m really tired rn

[piftamere]

sixteen - covering my ears (wc : 972)

she's strolling through the aisles of the convenience store, her head pounding from one drink too many last night. she has pieces to finish for her exhibit in two weeks, pieces she promised herself she’d work on today, but the thought of picking up a brush right now feels impossible. she’s on a mission to find taiyaki to cure her hangover, but she’s walked the store front and back three times and still hasn’t found it. she’s about to give up when she feels a light tap on her shoulder. she jumps, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest. she silently curses the gods above before turning around to discover… atsumu's mom.

“hi sweetheart!” mrs. miya greets her, her voice warm but just a tad too loud for yn’s hungover brain to handle. “fancy running into you here!”

she blinks, rubbing the sleep, or lack thereof, out of her eyes to make sure she’s not hallucinating.

“mrs. miya? hi. yeah… small world.”

“small town.” mrs. miya corrects with a smile. “you look tired, dear. late night?

yn hesitates, “something like that. just... overdid it a little.”

“ah, to be young. and recovering with snacks, i see,” mrs. miya teases, eyeing the chips and energy drinks in the girl’s basket.

yn laughs awkwardly, “yeah, it’s a science. how are you?”

“great!” she chirps, but then pauses, it’s clear she’s dying to say something. “listen, i don’t want to overstep but… did you and tsumu have a fight? he’s been really down lately, and he changes the subject whenever i ask about you.”

yn freezes, the guilt suddenly hitting her like a truck. she uncomfortably shifts her weight on her feet, staring at her hands like a kid in trouble. “kinda.”

“i’m sorry to hear it. do you mind me asking what happened?”

yn swallows hard, unsure of what to say. she glances up at her and something about the woman’s reassuring presence cracks her defenses. she doesn’t know why, but she starts talking.

“it’s been a rough few weeks…” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

mrs. miya reaches out and places a soothing hand on yn’s shoulder. “are you sure you’re okay, sweetie?”

a lump forms in yn’s throat. she tries to shake it off but ends up letting out a shaky sigh instead. “i didn’t mean to… hurt him.”

“i‘m sure you didn’t, dear,” she replies, her voice kind as ever, holding back her questions to not sound too nosy. “sometimes life just gets messy, but talking to your mom always has a way of making things better.”

yn hesitates for a moment before the words slip out, “i’m not exactly close with my mother.”

they've never been close, and yet, in moments like these she can't help but want her mother. who she could have been, who she should have been. and it's frustrating because she knows that she shouldn't, that she doesn't have any reasons to want her, to love her, to want her mother to love her, in fact she has every reason not to. she knows that she's doing so much better without her in her life. but when something goes wrong, there's this small, childlike voice in her head that wishes she had a mom. she wishes her brain could accept that she'll never have that. and she feels like she'll be perpetually grieving the loss of her mother, the loss of the relationship with her mother, even though she is still alive.

“oh honey, why’s that?”

she takes a deep breath, her fingers gripping tightly the handle of her basket. her gaze drops to the floor as she feels her eyes sting, tears brimming in the corners. “it’s just- she always made me feel like i wasn’t good enough, no matter how hard i tried.” her voice falters. she leaves out on purpose her mother’s complicated relationship with alcohol, and her tendency for cruelty, not wanting to burden mrs. miya too much.

“family can be complicated,” she continues, gently, so kindly that yn’s not sure she deserves it. “not everyone is meant to be a mother, and not every mother knows how to show love the way their child needs.”

she mumbles, looking down, embarrassed. “i don’t know why i’m telling you all this.”

mrs. miya replies with a warm smile, “because you need someone to tell.”

yn lets out a small laugh, wiping her eyes quickly before anyone else in the store notices. “you’re really nice.”

“i’ve made my share of mistakes, dear. i try to learn from them. and i think you’re doing the best you can.”

“it doesn’t feel like enough.” the words tumble out before she can stop them. she shrugs, trying to mask the ache in her chest. she feels like she keeps messing up, and everyone around her is bound to realize that she’s a burden too heavy to carry for long. they have every right to be pissed at her, and she’s not sure why they keep putting up with her. and atsumu, there’s no way he’d want anything to do with her if he knew the truth. she feels cornered, by her actions, her lies, and the weight of it all is becoming far too much for her.

mrs. miya studies her for a moment before speaking. “sometimes it won’t be, but that doesn’t mean you stop trying.”

yn hesitates, taking in what the woman just told her, but doubt still lingers. “do you think i should talk to him?”

“that’s up to you, dear. but if you think there’s something worth fixing, don’t let fear stop you.”

yn’s shoulders relax a little and she nods, “thank you.”

“anytime. and get some rest, these energy drinks can only do so much.”

yn laughs a little, waving at mrs. miya as she heads off to the next aisle.

fun facts

hinata was the one who suggested staging an intervention

yn's been spending most of her time at her studio painting, at least she's more inspired than ever

she felt awful after seeing atsumu's mom and it brought back the guilt she had been trying to ignore

kiyoko doesn't care about the gc but she's worried that yn won't forgive her for her words

she thinks noya's plan won't work but she's at a loss for what to do

actually, noya is the only one who thinks his plan's gonna work

yachi's already written her apology for when yn finds out and kageyama is planning on buying her drinks to earn her forgiveness

author's note

before this i didn't know what "armchair psychology" was, who knew writing fanfiction would be bettering my english

the written part was supposed to be much shorter but i got too self indulgent oops

next part is going to be eventful eheh and we're getting close to the end👀👀

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