#but in all seriousness: i would appreciate it if this is all that i need to say on this subject

[w1ll0wray]

I'm not sure if your requests are open but I loved your last vampire!jinx fic and I was wondering if we could maybe get another vampire!jinx smut but where she turns the reader? If you do it, thank you!

MY NEED FOR YOU ft. vampire jinx x fem!reader

⊹₊⟡⋆ summary: classic nepo baby, spoiled with the most exquisite pearls that ever touched earth. your father always spoiled you with anything you wanted, but one thing he always stood by was ‘no meddling with his coworkers’. Well father… does the one with the dashing looks and dangerously adorable smile count?

⊹₊⟡⋆warnings: coworker!jinx x boss!daughter, vampire!jinx x fem!reader, jinx turns reader into a vampire, men or minors dni, nsfw, blood tw, sharp fangs, blood exchange, spoiled brat reader, jealousy, banter, fem!reader receiving, smut, kinda enemies?

wc. 2.3k

𐙚 note | I’d really appreciate it if you would not only just like, but also reblog & give me feedback. thank you:)

this was a request; I hope this reached your expectations!

Staring at your father’s coworker, you sneered. Of course she’d be invited to the event.

Ignoring the ladies cooing at your cat, you continue running your fingers through her fur, eyes stuck on the blue-haired girl’s silhouette. She looked so…irresistible. 

Biting on the inside of your cheek, you squint your eyes at her attire— a dress shirt, a pair of dark pants and coat hanging off her shoulder. She was in the middle of a conversation with older people, a dangerously attractive grin spreading across her face. 

Glancing away, you turn your attention to your ladies pampering you with all the compliments in the world— eager for your acknowledgment. You were dressed in an off-the-shoulder black gown with lace and bow accents, paired with long dark gloves. Your outfit is adorned with Vivienne Westwood’s pearls.

Your cat had a similar choker, Vivienne Westwood’s team gifted it. To be fair, you outshined everyone in this event, even if you were seated on a couch in the living room. The mansion was huge, perfect for the gatherings your father held. 

Though, the only thing on your mind was Jinx lingering around. Your father’s young coworker, she was known for her insane creativity in the technology industry— of course she’d be here.

Feeling her presence come near, you snap your head up, watching her grab from the snack table a macaron. You scoffed a little too loud, because her gaze finally meets yours. 

“If it isn’t Jinx.” Your ladies look up, noticing the woman you were addressing to. Jinx pauses, the macaron half eaten in her hand, brow raising in amusement. 

She chuckles, taking a few steps closer towards your seated form, “Lazying about, as usual?” Her words prompt you to frown, but your lips immediately curved into a sarcastic smile, “And yet, I’m still the highlight of the room. Funny how that works.” You smirked, eyes momentarily trailing down to her lips. 

Jinx rolls her eyes, hand on her hip, “Oh, please. Do you seriously think anyone’s impressed by you just lying around?” She gave you a pointed look, a hint of annoyance in her voice. Your grin doesn’t falter, “Well—”

“—Jinx!” A woman’s voice cuts through the banter, arms wrapping around Jinx in an instance. You narrowed your gaze at the woman’s proximity. She then faces you, her brows raising, “Oh sorry— who are you?” Jinx waves a hand at your direction, “Just my coworker’s daughter. Here, let’s go grab drinks.” 

Your cheeks flushed with heat, a fire burning in your chest at the girl’s hand wrapping around Jinx’s arm. She was nothing compared to you, so why was Jinx hanging around a woman like her? The way she had dismissed you as her coworkers daughter made your blood boil, a storm of rage crashing inside you. 

Huffing, you push away the hands from caressing your cat, “Go away, all of you!” Your ladies frown, but obey, leaving you alone. Glancing at Jinx joyfully chatting with the woman, you abruptly stand up, cat in arms. Making your way to your father, you pulled him aside. 

“Father, i want that lady gone.” You point at the woman with Jinx, her disgusting laughter heard from a mile away. Your father frowned,

“Has she done anything?” 

Pausing for a split second, you quickly compose yourself, “She’s not dressed modestly enough and…she hurt my feelings.” He glanced at her dress, before mindlessly nodding to his body guard, “Go get that woman out.” 

He rubbed your arm comfortably, “Tell me if anything bothers you, darling.” He warmly kisses your forehead before continuing his business chat. You nodded, an innocent smile crept on your face as the body guard forcefully pushed the girl out. You turned to glance at Jinx, only to freeze under the weight of her glare—sharp and unimpressed, like she’d been aiming those daggers at you the whole time. 

Pulling your cat closer, you narrow your gaze as she stormed towards you. Once her musk cologne surrounds you, you brace for the argument you’re both about to have. But, regrettably for you, she only shoved your shoulder as she made her way out. Pouting, you stared at the grand door she just left from, puzzled by her behavior.  

For the next couple of hours, you scrolled through your phone in the filled living room, ignoring everyone even if they greeted you. You wanted Jinx. 

Even if she hated you— her attention was everything you craved for ever since meeting her last year. She never spoke to you like others, cautious of her coworker’s daughter. It annoyed you, how could she not get the hint? 

As you began taking your leave from the living room, wanting to cool off in your room, Jinx’s presence entered the room. Snapping your head towards the entrance, her glare met yours. She seemed furious, her strides quickening as she got closer to you. Noticing her palms clenched, her teeth gritting, you took hesitant steps up the stairs. As she reached you, you let your cat go, running up the stairs and through the halls.

Something about the way she was staring at you— as if she was hunting her prey, it made the hair on the back of your neck rise up. Running in heels was difficult, especially when you could hear her rapid footsteps behind you. Forcefully entering your room, you locked the door behind you. 

Sighing in relief, you squeezed your eyes shut and rested your body against the door. Once you stop hearing her footsteps,  you blink open your eyes, ready for a warm bath. 

“Thought you could get away with that, hm?” 

You snapped your head up in alarm. To your utter shock, she was standing right in front of you, her gaze piercing, like she’d been there all along. Your heart skipped a beat, confusion washing over you—how did she get in here?

Gulping, your eyes widened at her irises glowing pink. She took cautious steps towards you, impressed by your calm demeanor. The tip of her finger landed on your chin, lifting your head up, “I know it was you.” Her tone was harsh, indicating that she was upset. Trying to seem unbothered, you shrugged your shoulders, leaning your face closer, “It’s my house. I get to choose the guests—especially if they’re sluts from the streets.” Her jaw clenched, eyes wide. 

“And plus,” You continued, pushing her off, fingers lingering on the fabric of her shirt before walking off to your vanity. You sat down, unclasping your choker, rubbing on the bare skin of your neck, “...I didn’t appreciate the way she laid her hands on you." Hearing Jinx scoff, you dart your eyes at the mirror of your vanity, expecting to see her reflexion. 

But there was nothing. 

Whirling your head around, confusion flickers across your features at her still standing behind you. Your eyes flicked back for a double-take, panic arising. 

Abruptly standing up, your chair tumbled to the side,  “Something’s up with you.” Your head turned to the side, gaze on Jinx. Finally facing her, you took reluctant steps towards her, eyes squinting on her gorgeous appearance. Face-to-face, Jinx’s brow raised, amusement clear in her sinful smile, “Oh, really?” That raspy voice of hers prompted the inside of your stomach to do flips. 

Still watching her, you pointed at your vanity, “Your reflexion,” She glanced at the mirror, her teeth peeking through to bite her bottom lip, as if anticipating your response. Your heart hammered in your chest, “You have no reflexion—how’s that possible?” She only scoffed, but suddenly started laughing. 

 Her laughter was unsettling—too loud, too sudden, a burst of chaotic energy that filled your room. Your brows knit together, nose scrunching, “I asked you a question—?”

Her cackling stops out of nowhere. In a blink of an eye, her face is only a few inches away from yours, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “You’re so naïve.” Her voice was sugar-coated, making the insult hit harder. 

Sneering like a spoiled toddler, you stuck your face dangerously close, “Stop acting so high and mighty and answer my—“ 

The words died in my throat as she hissed, lips curling back to reveal sharp fangs that you swore could tear through your flesh. You froze, every instinct screaming at you to back away. Her eyes gleamed a magnetic pink, somehow luring you in. Your breath hitched, a cold chill running through your spine.

You’ve never seen a vampire before— but you seriously wanted to know if they all looked this breathtaking. Indeed, she looked terrifying but somehow, your heart betrayed you, pounding harder. 

She looked so ravishing, a dangerous beauty that stole your breath. Against all reason, a smile spread across your face, surprising even her. Jinx paused, her fierce expression flickering with confusion, as if she couldn’t understand why you weren’t trembling but smiling instead. 

Drawing closer to her, you catch a whiff of her addictive cologne, causing the erratic pounding of your heart. Grinning, your hands come up to rest on her collarbone, fingers tracing the fabric, “I don’t care if you’re some lunatic bloodsucker,” Your lashers flutter as you flick your gaze upwards, meeting her shimmering pink eyes. She doesn’t realize, but determination gleams in your expression. 

All at once, you seize the fabric of her collar, forcing her down, “,because it only increases my need for you.” Cutting off her gasp, your lips crashed into hers, swallowing the sound in an instant. 

Feeling her falter for a split second, you tangle your hand into her hair, pressing her closer, needing her lips. Though, she pushes you off, taking a few steps back. 

“You don’t know what your—“ 

You groan, fed up with her stalling, yanking her back by her collar, “Then turn me, Jinx.” She stares at you, stunned by your request. Raising a questioning brow, you let your lips linger a few inches away, hearing her breath hitch, “You belong to me, and only me.” You knew your father would probably disown you for doing this with his coworker, but his opinion didn’t matter to you. Only she did.

In a flash, her lips smash against yours, tightly cupping your face as she navigated you both scarily fast to the bed. Your back meets the mattress, dress riding up as your knees bend upwards, your heels falling off. Jinx’s lips attached to your neck, leaving a wet trail down your chest. Impatiently nudging her head, you force her up, “Kiss me.” Your lips nearly touch hers, but she pulls away. 

Tsking, she begins to tug at your dress, almost ripping it, “Take this off.” Her tone harsh. You only scowl in exchange, slapping her hand away, “It’s designer, don’t you dare rip it.” You pull up your dress, revealing the lace lingerie you had put on incase of this situation. Jinx stared at the bottoms doing practically nothing to hide your pussy, biting her lip in excitement, “You brat.” She huffs, spreading your legs and pulling the lingerie to the side. 

Immediately, your lips part to let out pleasured moans once her tongue steadily traces your folds. She doesn’t go easy on you, her lips sucking on your clit directly, prompting you to arch your back. Head tilting back, your fingers grab her hair roughly, making her wince. Out of nowhere, she backs away, your lips pouting as she stands beside the bed, leaving you bare. 

But a smile tugs at your lips when she rids of her layers, her finger tilting your head up when she spots you trying to peek down. Suddenly, she pulls down your underwear, raising one of your legs onto her shoulder. You bucked your hips, wanting her on you already. After making a noise of displeasure, Jinx finally grinds her cunt against yours. Letting out a gasp at the sensation of her pussy, you spread your legs further, whimpering when she began kissing up your leg. 

Your leg still over her shoulder, her head bent down, lips tickling your neck with feathered kisses. Having enough, you forced her head up, your lips hungrily latching into hers and your tongue entering her mouth. Letting you take control, she continued grinding against you, leading to you whining and partially pulling away. Her lips then trail down to your neck, licking on the spot directly above your pulse. 

“Do it.” You mumble, staring at the ceiling, feeling her pause. She then placed a soft kiss on your cheek, lifting her face till your foreheads touched, “It’s not a simple thing.” She flinched when your hands rested on the side of her head, a roll of your eyes following after, “I’m only doing it  if it means we get to live together.” 

She frowned before letting a small smile spread across her face, huffing, “..you really are a stubborn brat.” Her head then lowers to the crook of your neck, letting out a hiss before sinking her fangs into your skin. 

Wincing, you grabbed her hand as she drank your blood, tightening your hold as your vision began to blur. In the midst of your dizziness, you felt her pull away, spotting her sink her teeth into her wrist. Blood trickled down her wrist and onto your chest, coating it with the crimson liquid. She then approached her wrist to your lips, holding your head, “Drink up.” 

Obeying, your lips suck around the wound, swallowing down her blood. You didn’t know how to admit it— but her blood tasted sweet. Not noticing the time passing by, she tugged your head back, your dizziness gone. 

“…welcome to being immortal.” She hummed out, her lips still red from sucking you off. Grinning, you sat up and wrapped your arms around her. 

Locking eyes with her, you pushed a loose stray away from her face, addicted to that scent radiating off of her, “You better workship me for this.” 

banners creds. not my best work oops but hope u enjoyed!! I’m also aware my masterlist doesn’t exist haha I’ll get around to doing it. requests r still open n reblogs r appreciated!!

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Winter’s Court *⁠.⁠✧

The biting chill of Winterfell’s grand hall was nothing like the temperate warmth of your home. The Targaryen banners you brought with you fluttered weakly in the cold wind that seeped through the ancient stone walls, a stark contrast to the bold Stark direwolf that loomed above the dais.

You had been chosen to speak to Cregan Stark in Jacaerys’ stead. Your brother had insisted, claiming your calm demeanor and softer voice might better appeal to the notoriously stoic Warden of the North. Yet now, standing in the imposing hall surrounded by grim-faced Northern lords, your confidence waned.

You stood with your head high, clad in warm furs layered over the black and red of House Targaryen. Despite the heat of the roaring hearths, a shiver crept up your spine—not from the cold, but from the weight of countless eyes appraising you.

Cregan Stark himself was a vision of the North—broad-shouldered and tall, with a strong jaw and dark hair falling past his ears. His piercing grey eyes seemed to see through you as he rose to greet you.

“My lady,” he greeted, his deep voice reverberating in the chamber. “I trust your journey was not too harsh?”

You curtsied, inclining your head respectfully. “The cold is…a challenge, my lord, but manageable.” Your voice was softer than you intended, nearly swallowed by the crackling fires.

Cregan smiled faintly, his lips quirking as though he were unused to the expression. “You’ll find our Northern winters make southerners hardy—or drive them away.”

A faint ripple of laughter echoed from the gathered lords, though their gazes remained fixed. Heat crept up your neck, but you forced a polite smile. “I would not seek to insult your land by fleeing, my lord. I am here to represent my family, and I take that duty seriously.”

His brow arched slightly, impressed by your resolve despite your quiet tone. “A noble answer. Let us speak further by the fire. The cold will do neither of us any favors.”

He gestured for you to join him closer to the hearth, and as you walked, you felt the weight of the lords’ stares lessen. When you reached the stone hearth, Cregan poured two cups of mulled wine himself, handing one to you.

“Your brother sends you to make your case,” he said, watching as you took a small sip. “Why not come himself?”

You hesitated, unsure if the truth—that Jacaerys thought you’d be better suited—would insult him. “My brother trusts me to speak with honor and sincerity. He believes you would appreciate a softer voice amid all this northern steel.”

Cregan chuckled, a warm sound that made you glance up. “A softer voice, perhaps, but your words are sharp. I respect that.”

The flicker of a smile warmed your face. “I’m grateful for your kindness, Lord Stark.”

His eyes lingered on yours for a moment longer than propriety might allow, his gaze softening. “You need not call me ‘Lord.’ Cregan will do.”

You nodded, your cheeks flushing at his informal tone. “Very well…Cregan.”

He stepped closer, his broad frame casting a comforting shadow. “You seem uneasy. Is it the Northmen that frighten you, or am I so intimidating?”

The gentle tease in his voice surprised you, drawing a soft laugh from your lips. “It is…a new experience, being surrounded by so many warriors. The North is unlike any place I’ve known.”

Cregan’s expression softened further, a protective edge to his voice. “You have nothing to fear here, my lady. You are a guest of Winterfell, and I will ensure you are treated with the respect you deserve.”

His words wrapped around you like a cloak, warming you far better than the fires. “Thank you, Cregan. That means more than you know.”

As the evening wore on, you found yourself relaxing in his company. He asked about your family, your home, even your dragon, listening intently to every word. The Northern lords faded into the background as Cregan’s steady presence became your anchor.

When the hour grew late and the hall began to empty, he turned to you once more. “Will you allow me to show you the godswood tomorrow? The weirwoods are a sight unlike any in the South.”

You hesitated, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “I would like that.”

His answering smile was genuine, his grey eyes gleaming in the firelight. “Good. Until tomorrow, then.”

As you retired for the night, you couldn’t help but feel that Winterfell’s cold was not so unbearable after all—not with Cregan Stark.

[katsu2ji]

mha boys + their fav thing to do with you (or for you) during the holiday season

a/n: it's my favorite time of the year <3 merry christmas to those who celebrate!! posting this on christmas eve, i hope everyone has the best day <3 ily!

izuku: baking christmas cookies

izuku makes the BEST deserts. his mother taught him when he was young and although he was reluctant to learn at first ("mom, i’m sorry but learning how to make the perfect pie is not my biggest concern right now..."), it's now a skill he's come to appreciate—especially when you're involved. one of his favorite things to do with you, at any point in the year but especially during christmas, is baking cookies—or rather, he's do most of the baking while you're sitting on the countertop watching him do so. there's christmas jazz playing through the space as you both talk about your days, laughing and making a mess that neither of you are too worried about cleaning in the moment. he gives you the spoons to lick when he's finished with them, smiling when you nod your approval of the taste. while they're in the oven, you two dance in the low kitchen light; it's not graceful, by any means, but it's silly and stupid and makes you both feel as though you're the only ones in the world. this warm, love filled kitchen on a cold winter's night, just for the two of you.

katsuki: decorating with you

katsuki would never admit it, but he takes his christmas decorating very seriously. he insists that if you're going to decorate for the holidays, you might as well make it look nice. you ask him to take down the christmas decorations from storage and while he pretends to find the task annoying, he actually is looking forward to doing this with you. he loves seeing how excited you get when he plugs in the lights on the tree and watch as they light up the dark living room, or how much you love the small task of switching out the normal pillows on the couch for the winter themed ones. his favorite part about it all, however, is putting up the ornaments; together you've collected a few over the years, some more heartfelt while others are silly inside jokes between the two of you. he teases you when you put one in a spot he doesn't agree with ("why the fuck did you put it there, that's ugly." "katsuki, no it's not!" "yes the hell it is, move it over here.") and you know it's all lighthearted as you laugh at the faces he makes about your "questionable" placements. this is all such a temporary thing, he knows—the decorations will only be up for about a month and a half, if that. but it's special for him. a time where he can forget about the rest of the world; where he only has to focus on you and your terrible (but endearing) tree decorating skills.

shoto: christmas shopping

when you two go out shopping together, he takes note of anything that you point out and like. later, he comes back after a patrol shift; he tells you he's picking up dinner, and while that's not a total lie and he is going to bring home something, he also needed to make time to pick up your gifts. he has never felt as though he's very good with words, but gifts he can do. and he never stops at one, of course—he makes sure you have a lot. he fills the space under the tree with them, all addressed to you; just when you think there couldn't be any more, you come home to find another two of three presents has been added. he starts his gift shopping earlier in the year, getting things here and there when he can. by december 1st, he's gotten pretty much everything he's been looking for, and he asks fuyumi and his mom to help him wrap them nicely for you (wrapping gifts is unfortunately NOT his strong suit). he's even particular about the wrapping paper he uses, not caring that it's more expensive than others on the market or that it's going to be ripped; these are gifts for you, for christ's sake. he's going to make sure that everything is perfect—that you have the best christmas, every christmas.

eijiro: walking out in the snow

eijiro loves the snow, and he loves the holiday season even more. he loves how magical everything is this time of year, how carefree life feels. when the first snowfall comes one evening, he's making sure both your puffer jacket and his is zipped up all the way and that you're nice and toasty, before practically running outside. you two go for a walk through the city, admiring the way the snow blankets everything around you and makes the world seem softer, lighter. when a breeze comes by, he huddles impossibly closer to you, grabbing your hands and holding them in his coat pocket to warm you up. you two stop at the windows of decorated shops, watching the little toy trains and miniature christmas towns on display in the stores. he looks at your reflection in the window and grins, happy and content, even as the frigid air makes him feel as though he wants to sit in a furnace. he loves moments like these. it's a simple and mundane thing, taking a walk, but something about doing it with you, in an atmosphere that looks as though you've both stepped right into a christmas town in a fairytale, makes him wish for a white christmas every year.

hanta: watching christmas movies

before he met you, hanta had never made it a point to watch christmas movies, really. now, however, it's his favorite tradition. he looks forward to the evenings when the two of you change into your matching christmas-themed pajama pants, having bought them just for the occasion. you go into the kitchen to make hot chocolate while he scrolls through the movie selection, attempting to put on the corniest, dumbest, most cliche hallmark holiday movie he can find. the whole time you both are cuddled on the couch, leaning against each other as you watch the movie together, making fun of the bad acting, the overdone movie tropes, and every other menial detail. you laugh at all the jokes he makes, all the small things he notices and points out to you. the first movie ends, and before either of you can stop yourselves, you've both fallen asleep together on the couch halfway through the third. it's a quiet night, the only sounds being the quiet noise of the still-playing movie and the soft snores of the two of you. when he wakes up first, he doesn't make any effort to wake you immediately, instead opting to watch you sleep peacefully against him. "this is what the holidays are about" he thought, as cheesy as it sounds. he didn't need anything more; he wasn't sure it could be any better than this.

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[quzen]

A lovely Happy Birthday to Aya!!

(his birthday is Dec 25th)

Summon: It's far too early for this....Where is my book??

Groovification: My Birthday isn't an excuse to wake me up like this....Though I suppose i can get back to reading.

Home: Do you want to hear about the story I read?

Swap Looks: I hoped the hood would make me less approachable...instead it just gets Atlas to poke fun at it...

Home Transition 1: I think I'll find myself more books today...or a new game. I deserve at least that on my Birthday....

Home Transition 2: Atlas feels the need to drag me out and about for my birthday after he figured it out....I wish he wouldn't.

Home Transition 3: I got a gift from Riddle today, a book I hadn't read yet. We haven't spoke much but I appreciated it.

Home Transition - Login: Sigh...Seriously? Can't even have a break today?

Home Transition - Groovy: I'm pretty sure Housewarden saw me trip over my own two feet while reading...I can't tell if me or him was more embarrassed by that....

Home Tap 1: Don't get used to seeing this...it's embarrassing enough.

Home Tap 2: Despite not having any plans myself, Atlas has practically a schedule for my birthday. I haven't even spoken to half of those people or care for half the activities...But I appreciate that hes trying I guess.

Home Tap 3: Cater got me star lights for my birthday. I'd say I'm not sure how he knew, but i think i know who told him so. Still don't know how he knew I liked stars though...

Home Tap 4: Back home, Ma would've made a cake and a bunch of sweets for today. I'm not particularly fond of them but she made them so, maybe I'll bring some from home some point.

Home Tap 5: I think i may hide away with the Hockey club for the rest of the day, I can at least rely on Mozie not to make a big deal of this...I'd stay in my dorm room but well, Atlas would find me...

Home Tap - Groovy: Oh? You're interested in this book? I'm slowly working through it, but Riddle had given it to me a while back. It's actually pretty good, coming from him that is ehehe.

Duo: [Aya]: Birthday wishes....from you? That's unexpected... [Cater]: Well it is your Birthday! Can even do a photo for the occasion. (might be a bit long apologies)

Birthday Login Message: Hello... Eh? My Birthday? It's really not that big of a deal as others make it out to be. Atlas had me dragged out all day so I'd rather not deal with more social gatherings, even if they had been a little fun....If you really want to celebrate with me, we can play a game or read..quietly.

If you wish to have the Ignihyde Relax BG blank feel free to ask!

[birdofprey1234]

Hi all, it's Jay! I already reblogged a post about this, but my close friend is seriously struggling financially right now. They are completely out of money, with 9 days to go until their family will get a paycheck. They live with their partner, 4 family members and their dog, and desperately need gas and food money to make it through these few days.

Anyone who donates to her cashapp, with any amount, can recieve a free sketch from me of anything they wish (within respectable reason). Any donations to her over $15 will also be fully colored. I still do egoverse art very often, as well as other fandoms like rdr2 and star trek. I will limit this to 1-2 characters per sketch for my own speed / ability.

I know we are all struggling now, but if you can find anything to give, I would be forever appreciative. If you have ever wanted a commission from me, this is likely the absolute cheapest you will ever see me charging.

EDIT: FORGOT TO PUT LINKS ON HERE I AM DUMB, APOLOGIES - Link to her cashapp | Also her post with more info

[am-i-interrupting]

Across the River | Extra

Consistent Comfort

Summary: Before the explosion, before that fateful night that changed everything, you were able to let your guard down more. Often times on top of a rooftop with the consistent comfort from the steady presence of Claggor.

Today had been. . . a day.

Why wouldn’t she just listen to you? Did she have to be so hardheaded? It wasn’t like you were being unreasonable. You were being completely reasonable.

She couldn’t just run head on into every situation and expect to always come out on top. She was being stupid.

The wind whipped through your hair like your anger did through your body.

You rested your arm on your knee and your head on your hand. The night was dark and cold. But up here, beneath the smog that covered the stars you’d heard of, you could at least breathe.

Footsteps sounded beneath you, heavy and slow. The door to the roof creaked open. The footsteps joined you on the rooftop.

Something was wrapped around you. You looked down and saw a blanket. You felt the weight of a body join you.

“Thanks, Claggor,” you said.

“I brought you this. You looked like you might need it,” he said as he extended a bottle to you.

You huffed a half amused laugh as you took it. “Sneak it from Vander?”

“No, he gave it to me,” he told you.

Oh, so it was obvious you were pissed then. Good. You’d intended for it to be.

Sometimes you thanked Vander. Sometimes you cursed him.

He was like a father to the girls and Mylo and Claggor. You appreciated that, even if to you he’d always be just your uncle. However, being both your uncle and their dad brought challenges.

Sometimes he would step in when he didn’t need to. Sometimes he wouldn’t when it was needed.

Right now you didn’t know what was best.

If he stepped in, maybe Violet would take your warnings seriously. Not only was it her annoying, kill joy older sister telling her to back down but also her dad.

On the other hand, it could undermine you. She might not ever listen to your advice if he always had to come in and put his foot down.

“You know I’m not just trying to stop you from having fun, right?”

“I know.”

“What she does is reckless. She doesn’t think before she acts. She just goes in with her fists and expects everything to be okay. One day it won’t be.”

“You’re right.”

“She got herself hurt. She could have gotten all of you hurt. All of you hurt. What happens then? It’ll be too late to listen to me.”

“It will.”

“Why can’t she just see that all I’m trying to do is keep you guys safe?” you asked, tears starting to form in your eyes. From frustration? Maybe. “That’s all I’m trying to do.”

“I know.”

You pried off the bottle cap with a jerk and downed a large swig. You coughed at the burn that went down your throat but immediately tilted your head back for another.

The bottle hang loosely between your fingertips.

“I’m sorry for unloading this all onto you—“

“Don’t be.”

“—You don’t need to be in the middle of this.”

Claggor placed his hand on top of yours. “Hey, look at me.”

Your eyes flickered over to him. You were so sure that you must look pathetic.

“This will pass over. She knows that all you care about is everyone’s safety. She just doesn’t want to admit it. You know she hates being bossed around,” he said. “Doesn’t matter if it’s from you or Vander.”

You sighed. He was right.

You placed the bottle beside you. It clicked softly against the rock of the roof.

You shrugged the blanket across your shoulders. The left over fabric pooled against the roofing. You pulled it across Claggor.

“I’m sure you’re cold,” you said.

You leaned your head against his shoulder as you scooted closer. Your arm looped around his own. His hand wrapped around your own.

He was warm against the harsh winds. He was steady. He always had been. Warm and steady and strong, a nice consistency and comfort in the Undercity.

With his presence, you felt your body begin to rest. The tingling warmth of the drink you’d been sipping on only furthered the droop to your eyes.

Your cheek smooshed against his shoulder as your eyes began to close. The drink that had been in your hand fell between your legs and then rolled. It smashed against the ground but within all the sounds of the Undercity, it wasn’t enough to startle you.

Claggor looked at you. You would have looked peaceful if it weren’t for the slight draw of your brows and the tear that was beginning to follow curl of your chin. He brought his thumb up and brushed it away.

He picked you up. One arm supporting your back and the other beneath your knees. He’d left the door slightly ajar, anticipating this to be the outcome. It normally was, whether you came up here due to a fight or not.

He softly knocked the door closed with his foot. Down the stairs he went with you bundled up in his arms.

Claggor didn’t miss the opportunity when his eyes met VI’s to give her a stern look. He normally didn’t. He normally stayed out of it but you’d been up there since your shift at the bar had ended. You didn’t even come down for food that night.

Vi’s head snapped in the other direction, her arms crossed with a pout.

What more could he do?

Down to the beds, he laid you down gently. He pulled the blanket all the way up to cover your shoulders and toes.

He took a moment to brush your hair out of your face, some of it having stuck to your lip. You leaned closer, nuzzling your red tipped nose against his hand. He smiled to himself. He let himself linger for a moment.

Then he removed his hand and dimmed the light from the oil lamp. The door closed with a soft click.

[aonemanarmy]

Vincent's directness was something that Sephiroth could appreciate. He'd long grown tired of dealing with humans in general due to their evasive and treacherous behavior, so not having to do so was a refreshing change. Yet, he couldn't help but feel there must be some hidden motivation beneath the gunman's words as if he were setting up some sort of trap to ensnare him once more.

“I do not desire Jenova as a mother, she is my mother.”

After all this time Sephiroth thought that Vincent would've understood that fact by now. How many times did he have to explain that he was created from Jenova? Her blood ran through his veins and despite her vicious nature she was still the only mother he had and would ever know. It was ironically fitting that a creature such as her had birthed a monster like him, but unlike Jenova he intended to transcend beyond what fate she'd chosen for him.

So...What does ‘mother’ mean to you?

The only frame of reference that Sephiroth had for a mother was what he'd read in books or heard second-hand from others. What he was able to gather from those sources was that a mother was someone that was supposed to protect and care for their child, someone that wasn't meant to ever hurt or betray them. They were supposed to be the one person in the world he was capable of trusting, which was made the sting of Jenova's betrayal all the more devastating, but he'd come to realize what he thought he knew was only an idealized version of reality.

In reality everyone was selfish and would hurt each other so long as it benefited them in some way. So why would Mother be no different?

As he pondered the question he looked out into the distance where the cave hidden behind a waterfall was supposed to be. It would be an arduous and grueling trek back, but it wouldn't be the first time that the madman had undergone such trials and it certainly wouldn't be the last. If anything, through the use of his avatar he needn't be concerned about frivolous things such as food, drink, or rest because he was already far beyond basic mortal needs. All he needed to do was to walk and everything else would easily fall into place, but the same couldn't be said of the gunman who despite his alterations still had his limitations.

Vincent appeared to be aware of his own limitations at least, which was more than could be said about most humans. Still, looking the ex-Turk over Sephiroth seriously doubted the man could make another intense trip back, at least not without having some sort of recovery time.

A rumble passed beneath their feet from a distance causing snow to rain down from the scattering of pines nearby and several rocks to break free and tumble down the mountainside. The WEAPONS were on the move and sooner or later they would make an appearance, but Sephiroth was hardly concerned about it when he already had Jenova to contend with, who was clearly displeased by the current situation. She made that displeasure known with the persistent pain behind his eyes, one that spiked sharply at Vincent's mention of her name.

“Do you think yourself fit to make such a journey so soon?” He asked, studying the other man and wondering if the gunman might need to be dragged there as he doubted Vincent wanted Sephiroth to be left alone with his treasured person.

Vincent seemingly shrugged off his question and began to walk back down the mountain. Sephiroth was hardly deterred by that though, figuring the gunman was simply being stubborn and if he wanted to do that then so be it; he would drag him the rest of the way if need be. It was with that thought in mind that he set off after Vincent as they once more made their way out into the unforgiving wilderness and onto the road back south.

******

Progress had been slow – at least in Sephiroth's mind whose super-human standards were beyond any ordinary human's capabilities – but at long last they both stood before the waterfall that hid behind it the one that Vincent sought. Looking at it the madman was far from impressed, but even he had to admit there was a distinct beauty and serenity to the scenery. It made him wonder if the entire planet hadn't looked similar long ago back before the humans had corrupted it for their own selfish gain.

As he watched the steady cascade of water strike the crystalline pool below he wondered why Vincent's person would remain here after their initial meeting. If they had thought to remain hidden then surely they would've moved onto another location by now, but that didn't appear to be the case and simply looking at the place caused Jenova to sink her claws deep into his mind yet again.

'You waste your time humoring such nonsense.'

Sephiroth had considered that, but he also drawn the conclusion that he really had nothing to lose in the process either. Regardless of what Vincent tried to do the ex-Turk stood to lose far more than he ever did by trying to double-cross him.

'He seeks to manipulate you and willingly you go into his trap.'

Then I will kill what he treasures most.

In Sephiroth's mind that was the end of the conversation. He once more pushed Jenova back, purposely blocking out her voice and ignoring the steady stabs of pain behind his eyes as he glanced over at Vincent. The man certainly looked worse for the wear, but at the end of the day that was of no real concern to him since this was Vincent's idea in the first place.

“You believe that this person of yours decided to remain here after your visit?”

Though Vincent was keen to any sort of reaction Sephiroth might have expressed, Sephiroth remained poker-faced as ever. Though it was somewhat expected, it did give Vincent pause. He had hoped to see something to indicate whether or not Jenova still had her talons deep in the silver-headed man, or if Sephiroth was not independent. Unfortunately, the interaction yielded no fruit on this matter. Nevertheless, Vincent knew it was too premature to place assumptions. At the very least, it did tell Vincent that Sephiroth hadn’t gained any further knowledge regarding Lucrecia.

Perhaps Jenova was indeed actively stifling any and all connection with Sephiroth’s human mother. If so, Vincent knew what he was about to undertake was going to either yield disappointment, devastation, or a long overdue release of emotions. Sephiroth’s sanity was one thing. But Lucrecia’s safety was another. Even though death had become a stranger to Lucrecia, there was no guarantee Sephiroth didn’t possess the power to undo her from that prison, especially now that he was channeling new strength for his awakening. Regardless. If the world was indeed going to end, Vincent didn’t want to regret depriving Lucrecia of her son the second time. As soon as Sephiroth uttered his response, Vincent’s brows slightly lifted in confusion.

‘Claim’… ‘control’…?

It was a curious way of thinking. But the more Vincent listened to Sephiroth’s words, the more he began to understand. Instead of correcting Sephiroth, Vincent allowed the Ex-SOLDIER to express himself. Even being cherished or appreciated was something Sephiroth had no affiliation with. It was a truly a pitiful form of existence. Every ounce of positive human connection had been thoroughly barricaded from gaining access to Sephiroth. And yet if so, why was he so drawn to a motherly figure? Surely, his natural instincts for a paternal connection had been the driving force. Just as Vincent was about to speak, he saw Sephiroth flinch; whatever pain he had was enough to cause him to drop Hojo’s head. Instinctively, Vincent motioned to lift his hand to steady Sephiroth, but he withheld himself and drew his hand back in the event Sephiroth noticed. Though Vincent couldn’t be sure, he had a hunch the pain had been brought on by Jenova. Whatever her motives, she wanted to keep Sephiroth secured behind a wall of lies. This only made the ex-Turk more determined to carry out his plan. Alert to Sephiroth drawing his sword, he watched as Sephiroth made quick work of Hojo’s head and converting it into a hideous decorative piece. Vincent lightly furrowed his brow, not necessarily at the gruesome display, but more so at the message behind it. The threat was unmistakable. But so was the Meteor that was tearing through the clouds, not to mention his companions who he perceived to have either escaped or been caught by Shinra. There was a chance Sephiroth could kill Lucrecia, yes. But there was also a chance that Sephiroth would behold his true mother, and the course of the planet’s fate could be altered. And if anything else, he would have at lease broken the barrier between Lucrecia and her son. The disdain in Sephiroth’s voice didn’t go unnoticed, but Vincent remained visibly unmoving. “You’re mistaken,” Vincent stated boldly. “She doesn’t want to claim you, use you, or control you. You desired Jenova as a mother, did you not?” The gunslinger asked calmly. “So...What does ‘mother’ mean to you?” Allowing Sephiroth to mull over the question, Vincent looked out over the snowy horizon once more, the winds catching his cloak and brushing passed his long raven-colored hair. It was a long ways towards the cave, at least a couple days of brutal straight-shot travel and that was without any sort of delay or distractions. They would have to traverse through the entire mountain and snow, cross into the desert, and then traverse the mountains to cross Nibelheim. They had gone through it before. But if Sephiroth had indeed transcended into a higher form of power, Vincent knew he’d end up slowing Sephiroth down this time. Perhaps he could use it to his advantage… he had to also find out what had become of Cloud and the others. There was a chance they would also happen across WEAPONS along the way. “We might be able to make it in less than three days. It’s just beyond Nibelheim.” Vincent then turned half way to meet Sephiroth’s gaze. “You are your own individual with your own will,” Vincent assured. “She doesn’t seek to use or control you. She’s not Jenova or Shinra.” Vincent left off giving more details for the time being and turned his attention towards their destination, knowing the latter words would likely trigger something from Jenova. “This reunion… it’s been long overdue.” Taking a step into the snowy grounds, Vincent began to travel onward, the harsh winds tearing at his cape and once again sending a painful reminder of the bitter cold. But none of that mattered. Time was running out.

[anbaisai]

Finally had time to sit down and write, but honestly there’s not much to be said other than thank you to everyone who wrote a message on my tree! I really enjoyed reading every single message and screenshotting to save them into a folder for when I need a lil boost ww (including one from Mr. Viper himself above that got a laugh out of me, thanks Jamil really appreciate you thinking I’m cool)

Some sappiness under the cut:

I never expected to receive this much support for my silly yume/oc ship content when I began posting, and I really don’t have the words to express how grateful I am. I’ve met many wonderful people through this fandom, and also just had lots of fun in general making art. I mean it when I say I genuinely never had this much motivation and inspiration to create for any fandom (or original content) in the past. There was a long, long period in my life during which trying to find even a crumb of motivation to draw felt impossible. There was always some reason that I couldn’t - be it school/life being too busy, feeling too tired, having other stuff to do first, etc. I thought I’d never rediscover my love and passion for art, until I finally pushed myself to design my Yuu for real (instead of just thinking about it) and then everything just snowballed from there. (For context, I began playing TWST in 2020 and, despite being very much in love with it, only began drawing anything for it this year.)

I have such a massive list of ideas that I still want to draw (plus several asks that I want to answer that I just haven’t had the time to yet), so I’m certainly going to be kept busy for a while. After previously making every excuse possible for not drawing, I’ve learned that yeah, once you really love something you will squeeze time out for it no matter how hard things get, because it kills you not to. All those times when I wondered when I’d ever be able to draw as much as my favourite artists now feel like a distant relic of the past, and I have Twisted Wonderland (especially Jamil) and this community to thank for it. If anyone reading this is going through something similar, I promise it gets better - you will need to put in the effort to make it start, but you will get there.

There’s also my past experiences of being in fandoms that, well, did not welcome yume/self-shipping type content. If I so much as thought of creating any, the fear of being ridiculed would make me back away from the idea immediately. I’m glad to see that sentiment seems to be no longer the norm, but also the TWST fandom has been one of the most supportive of yume content I’ve ever seen. To everyone wanting to participate but has been hesitating, you absolutely should! My only regret is not starting sooner, seriously. In a sense I feel like I'm fulfilling a childhood dream of mine, and all of my past hesitation and anxiety just dissipated once... as cringe as it sounds - once love took over. So go pour your love and passion into that character you adore, they deserve it.

Anyways, wishing everyone a happy holidays and happy new year! Here’s to another year of enjoying TWST and creating for the things we love ❤

[frost-eyed-autumn]

Its been a long and winding year returning to tumblr in a more dedicated fashion for the first in a long while (not since 2019, yeesh! Time flies), but I can't really say I regret it at all!

With all its ups and a couple of downs, I've regained some of that old spark I used to have being in the RPC again and I really just wanted to do something paying it forward even if just in a small way -- so I'm doing a little something that used to be a common end-of-the-year tradition back during the golden years of the old RPC I used to romp in!

There's nothing anyone else has to do in return, this is just me giving a little bit of appreciation to all the people who have given me a reason to be here and really let me enjoy myself here again!

So one way or another, this is just a thank you to ALL of my mutuals who've made my time here a little bit brighter! Here's to a hopefully even better 2025!

@starsburned / @stormslullaby / @eiinn-ulfr

Cor, my bruhloved. Every list has to have you on it, naturally. I wouldn't even be here writing right now if you hadn't been the one to convince me to pick up Chuuya. Its hard to believe how close we're getting to the 8 year mark since we've officially become friends. I genuinely don't know where I'd be without you. You helped pick me up when I was at my lowest in the old fandom where we met, and that first time you let me vent to you, I really just thought you would be another person who was here today, gone tomorrow. But now you've woven yourself so deeply into my daily routine that I can't imagine anything less than having you part of my life. You're such an amazing person despite all of the absolute bullshit you've gone through daily that no one should have to suffer through, and I'm proud of you for still chugging along no matter how hard everything gets and how much you've grown and continue to grow. And more than just that, you're such an amazing writer to boot. You dedicate so much to every muse you pick up, whether it be a canon or an OC, and craft every one of them masterfully. From Rune to Dazai to Verlaine to Mori and all your other billions of muses (you fucking muse gremlin(affectionate)), none of them ever disappoint and I love seeing how passionate you are about all of them, whether it be in your writings or just your daily ramblings. Nothing would be the same without you here.

@memoryextrction

Things are still a bit new between us but I can say with full, genuine honesty you are one of the most pleasant people I've had the pleasure of getting to know! And I've had a lot of people come in and out of my life, most of them people that quickly showed they weren't good for me, so that's a compliment that doesn't come lightly from me, distant and critical person that I am about new faces. Even if I'm old and tired and can't always keep up with your energy, I always love seeing your messages and interacting with you, and just your overall maturity and decency as a person despite how young you still are and all of the shit you go through and struggle with on a daily basis. I only wish there were more people who could bring your kind of wholesome vibes to the world because the world seriously needs more people like you. And of course, your writing! The thing that got us interacting in the first place. I love our interactions so much and how much passion you put behind your muses, especially the characters who basically had nothing in their original series and really made them your own. I love the nuance and complexity and love you breathe into your 2-minute-screen-time muses and really give them the attention they deserve, and by god do they make for some of my favorite interactions of all time.

@nohumaen / @crimcpnish

We've only really begun to start talking in earnest, but I'm glad we have! Its rare that I'm pleasantly surprised by people, especially in dealing with tough situations, but you are one of those few people, and its a real breath of fresh air, let me tell you. I'm genuinely happy to have started writing with and getting to know you, and not just because your Kouyou (and Higuchi, and Fyodor) is fucking amazing, although that certainly helps! Your humor always gives me a good laugh, and overall I just really enjoy your company and don't regret at all bringing you into our little circle of friends. I'm wishing the best for you and those you keep closest!

@vulpesly

We don't write nearly as much as I'd like to these days, but just having you still around and part of my experience at all means more than I can rightly express. I always love our small exchanges and seeing Jono and Tachihara on the dash, and just how much care you put into your portrayals! Even just seeing your little rambles about other things like video games lightens my day a little. Thank you for allowing me to be part of your experience as well.

@inciteafflatus / @skilledsenses

Tenka! The bonafied cryptid of my circle of people. Its always a pleasure to see you around and your Ranpo is always so *chef's kiss* (even if Chuuya wants to yeet him through a ceiling every time). You're always so funny and pleasant to talk to, in the rare instances you make your cryptid appearances, and I'm glad to know you and always share in a good few laughs!

@ripheart / @beastlit

I know this year has been pretty rough on you, and I'm holding out hope that things get a lot better moving into the new year! I've really enjoyed what few exchanges we've had when we both have the energy to carry a conversation, and your amazing writings always leave me biting at the bit waiting for your next carefully crafted reply! Your Yosano is so beautifully portrayed and on-point I could swear she was written by Asagiri himself, and I really look forward to seeing more of her when life finally cuts you a break enough to return!

@eternalstarlights

Going to be honest, at one point I wasn't sure if we were ever going to meaningfully interact, but now that we have a couple things started I'm really glad we do! I'm really enjoying the little things we have going on between Kunikida and Ember and I especially really look forward to seeing how things develop with Ember because she and Chuuya honestly just seem like such a natural-born team to have working together and bonding over blowing things up!

@flamesignite / @hughesxmaes

We don't do a whole ton of direct interactions but seeing the constant shenanigans and total crack energy on my dash (at poor Roy's expense) is always a fun time even from the sidelines and is just about always guaranteed to get a laugh or two out of me. Keep doing what you're doing cuz its honestly such a joy to see!

@kitxkatrp

I'm really enjoying the little interactions we have going so far between Chuuya and Dazai and Mori! Its always fun having Double Black stirring up shit with each other and I definitely never have any complaints getting to throw Chuuya at a well written Mori!

@gyofukuki

Its a bit of a shame we don't get to interact more cuz you honestly just give me lots of good vibes whenever you're around! Though I totally get it with not being able to be around as much as you'd like to. I haven't forgotten the couple of things we managed to get started and I'm really looking forward to continuing them when you do manage to find the time to be back here properly!

@galaxy-0f-muses

It took us a while to really kick things off but I couldn't be happier that we finally have! I'm super enjoying the little thread we have going with Atsushi and Chuuya right now and I'm definitely interested to see how things will play out with Yosano once that thread finds its stride too! Here's to some hopefully fun, ongoing interactions because I'm really digging them so far!

@frozcnlight

We've only just started to really get things rolling, but I'm already enjoying the dynamic going on between Chuuya and Miran quite a bit! She's such an interesting contrast to Chuuya in a way that's bound to spark some interesting interactions between them. What those interactions will be, I'm not really sure yet, but exploring that and seeing where it goes has definitely caught my interest!

@spezialistin / @kokyuchusei

I always love seeing people giving some of the less recognized / appreciated characters of a series some love and attention, especially some of the strong female characters, and so far you really do immense justice to writing Higuchi! We may only have one little thread going at the moment but already it has me rolling around a ton of possibilities and ideas that I'm really looking forward to playing around with and hopefully I can inspire the same!

@ofdraiocht

Its good to finally get the ball rolling on something after being distant mutuals for so long and I'm definitely enjoying and looking forward to the interaction we have going between Chuuya and Odasaku! I always love playing around different timelines like Dark Era and what Chuuya's relationship might be to some of the characters we don't really get to see him interact with much in canon.

@voracitys

Its always nice to have a new face to write with and explore new possibilities and I definitely haven't been disappointed! I know Gin is still a bit of a new muse for you trying her out but what little we've written so far I'm really enjoying and love how you write her and look forward to seeing how these two develop! Especially being both Chuuya and Gin coming from somewhat similar backgrounds, even if she doesn't realize it yet, so there's a whole lot of potential there for the both of them that I'm eager to see play out!

@koriningyou

We're still kind of finding our stride in actually writing something together and kind of talked about that already, but trust me, I notice all the little Likes you leave on my posts and I really appreciate those small, daily affirmations that you're reading and wanting to interact! And I seriously appreciate it every time and look forward to once we get some momentum going on IC interactions as well!

@muses-of-kira / @alchemic-elric

We haven't really gotten to write much yet for obvious reasons but that doesn't mean I don't look forward to it! I'm wishing you a speedy recovery for your hand and I look forward to being able to write something once its better!

And just for following back this silly blog of mine at all, even if we haven't really interacted much (yet!)

@cursedlane || @seraphynm || @fullmxtal-elrich / @zodixcsorangekxtten / @cryptxd-laboratxry || @bookmcde || @doppogin || @cherrygardn || @pocketfulofgalaxies || @diverse-hearts-ocs || @rowanberryhub / @goeticedda || @ficryfingcrs || @paramythas || @avarlclouss || @mused-like-roses || @devouund / @vieaccorde / @straypaged / @yashabana || @teruoku || @hellshovnd

[hidefan]

This year has been a little rough for me. I've had some health problems, my mom has had some health problems, and I've really struggled with loneliness, more than usual.

I watched season 7 of 9-1-1 on August, when it dropped on Disney+. I was excited to see where Buck's journey would lead him, but I was not prepared for how much Tommy, and Buck and Tommy together, were going to mean to me.

I've had a lot of fun these last few months thanks to this community. I barely used Tumblr these past few years but I'm glad I came back just to be a part of this wonderful fandom. Seriously, I've been in a lot of fandoms through the years and I can say this one is truly special. Even after what happened in 806, we love our ship more than ever and here we are, showing how much we love Buck and Tommy and how much we want Lou to come back. I hope you know how much we love and appreciate you, Lou, and how much Tommy has resonated to lonely people like me.

For this reason, I've decided to join the beautiful project #alliwantforchristmasislou and make a donation to The Trevor Project, since now more than ever the LGBTQ youth needs a safe space:

As for my mail to ABC, I wrote how much Buck and Tommy mean to me, how unsatisfying their break-up feels, and since my wish for 2025 is to see them back together, I made a list of 25 things I love about them (and it was difficult to narrow it down to just 25, lol, I'm not normal about them).

Thanks to @bucksboobs for organizing the project and all the wonderful people in this fandom for making it such a warm and fun space. I hope we are all still here in 2025 celebrating the reconciliation of our boys and we keep spreading love and positivity!

Merry Lou-mas!

[jadedrrose]

𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭

a cute lil christmas blurb for sephy :) also my first fic for him!!

word count: 867 warnings: fluff, pre-nibelheim sephiroth, the smallest amount of angst ever, g/n reader

Though you sit in a deserted hallway, the echoing sounds of a chaotic Christmas party reach your ears. It had been the somewhat last-minute idea of some Shinra employees who had nowhere else to go for the holiday- yet it spiraled into a much bigger event once the SOLDIERS caught wind of what was going on. 

You stare out a large window, watching as each snowflake floated ever-so-gently downward. It was rare to see snow in Midgar; and so you were completely in awe, captivated by the white dust that began to cover the floating city. “It’s… so gorgeous,” you sigh, squeezing the man beside you’s hand, tearing your eyes from the snow to look at him. But he wasn’t looking out the window at all, rather, he looked directly at you.

“It’s a rare sight,” Sephiroth breathes, maintaining eye contact. “But perhaps not the most gorgeous thing I’ve seen,” he adds, nodding to you.

You blush at the indirect compliment. “Stop,” you giggle. 

He hums, but says nothing more. Feeling hot underneath his persistent gaze, you look back to the snow.

The roaring of laughter and cheers from the party grows much louder for a few seconds, and you can’t help but wonder what exactly was causing the commotion. “I wonder if they’re doing gifts?” 

“Gifts?” Sephiroth echoes. 

“Yeah. I know I saw a few of them bringing in presents… I wonder if there’s any for you,” you smile.

“I seriously doubt that there would be,” the silver-haired man sighs, and your smile fades into a frown.

“What? Why?”

“No one’s ever gotten me a gift before,” Sephiroth replies. 

As the words leave his lips, you feel a sinking feeling in your stomach, a horrific pang of sadness in your heart. “That can’t be right,” you say, voice becoming shaky. “Never?” 

“Never,” he confirms, and your heart breaks for him. Sephiroth smiles though, perhaps trying to act as though the situation were ironic or somehow funny. But as you gaze into his sparkling Mako eyes, you can see sadness behind them. 

Pulling your hand from his, you envelope his large frame into a hug. “I’m sorry, Seph,” you run a hand through his long, silver hair. “You deserve hundreds- no, thousands of presents.”

“It really doesn’t matter to me,” he shakes his head, but his hands rest on your back. “The only thing I need is you.”

His words make your heart skip a beat. You’d technically been dating for a while now, but you found yourself always feeling shy around him, while Sephiroth tended to open up much more slowly. Those two things combined resulted in a rather slow-moving relationship. So for him to say that meant a lot. Heart soaring, you smile. “Well, if it helps… I did get you a gift. It’s back at my apartment, though.”

“I appreciate it,” Sephiroth gives you a gentle squeeze. 

Pulling back from his embrace, though still holding onto him, you look to the floor beneath you. “Although… I have another gift I could give you now,” you confess, and a bashful feeling rises within you. Were you truly about to be so bold?

“Oh, do you?” He raises an eyebrow, giving you a smirk that melts your heart. 

“Mhm,” you sweetly hum. “Umm… could you close your eyes?”

Sephiroth complies, long lashes brushing over his cheeks as his eyes shut. You look between his now closed eyes and his lips, starting to hesitate. But you’d already told him you had this other gift for him, so there was no going back now. Slowly, you bring your face closer to his, heart beating faster and faster as you begin to feel his breath fanning over your skin. Closing your own eyes, you finally close the space between you and him, pressing your lips to his with a soft, innocent kiss.

You half expect him to pull away, but instead, Sephiroth leans into the kiss, moving a hand up to hold your head, pulling you closer to him. You melt into him, tangling your hands within his hair. 

You stay like this for ten seconds, then thirty seconds, and finally a minute, before you completely lose track of how much time has passed since your lips connected with his. It’s the next wave of distant cheering that reminds you both you’re not truly alone, and that anyone could find you at any second. Though, as you begin to pull away, already missing how soft and warm his lips felt against your own, you decide that you don’t care if anyone sees. If it were possible, you’d kiss him until the end of time, anywhere. 

Sephiroth smiles down at you, his eyes slowly opening. His loving gaze makes your cheeks grow red, and that shyness returns to you. Averting your eyes, you look to the floor again. 

“That was by far the best gift I’ve ever received,” he breathes. “Thank you.”

“B-but I thought it was your first one?” You stammer, voice hushed to nearly a whisper now.

“It’s still my favorite one,” he replies.

Your eyes meet Sephiroth’s again, and you return his smile, before tilting your head up and leaning towards him to give him another ‘gift’. 

[pftones3482]

Not me being one of the last ones to post my Secret Santa gift lol - life has been crazy.

This is for @authenticcadence18, who I know asked for something with Canderemy. I hope you enjoy the fluff!

(Set in the future, post Candace graduating law school and marrying Jeremy, and because it's me, she works for OWCA lol)

Under a cut for length. You can also read it in The One Shot-inator!

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“Why are holiday cards even still a thing?” Candace groaned, leaning back in the dining room chair until her spine audibly cracked. She gave a sigh of relief and then scowled at the pile of cards scattered across hers and Jeremy’s kitchen table. “And why do we know so many people?”

Jeremy chuckled from his seat across from her, finishing the address up on the one he was working on. “Is that rhetorical or serious?”

She grumbled, sitting back up and snatching the next one from the stack. “Rhetorical,” she said with a sigh, eyeing the name scrawled on top in Jeremy’s fancy cursive. Bobby. “I know, I know, maintaining physical media and connections is important. But seriously, why aren’t we just addressing one card to all of Love Handel? It’s not like they don’t all live together.”

“That’s insensitive,” Jeremy tisked.

She shook her head fondly and went back to signing the card.

In all seriousness, Candace wasn’t mad about the holiday cards. She was being maybe a little whiney and dramatic, but this was a tradition she never wanted to give up. Sitting with her husband a week before Christmas, listening to orchestral holiday music over their speakers, drinking spiked hot cocoa…it was worth it.

She’d always loved getting physical mail – it felt more personal than a text, especially on the holidays. Jeremy felt the same way and had introduced her to his family’s tradition of having a day set aside just for card making and present wrapping.

And especially with the boys in their second years of college, farther away than usual…sure, she was still going to see them for the holidays. Hell, she and Jeremy were actually hosting Christmas at their place for the very first time that year (which reminded her, she needed to get more gouda for the charcuterie board). But it was almost cathartic, getting to write them little messages in their cards about how much she appreciated and loved them.

Sometimes she missed their backyard shenanigans. Not that she’d ever admit that to anyone but Stacy.

She handed off Bobby’s card to Jeremy and pulled the next one off the stack, lips twitching a little at the swirled-out Perry. He had protested at the card every year since Jeremy had been looped into what her job with OWCA actually was, claiming that they could literally just text him, but Jeremy had been absolutely adamant. So every year, Candace found an increasingly more ridiculous card to give him, just to watch him roll his eyes and try to hide his fond little smile.  

This year, it was a snowman dressed as a platypus, which according to Stacy was hysterical.

She started signing the card, giving careful thought to her words (equal parts snark and sap), all while her smile grew at the sound of Jeremy humming along to one of the songs on the radio.

It had taken her a while to get used to spending her holiday season with her husband instead of her parents and brothers. Three years ago, their first Christmas together in their home, she’d had a meltdown at the thought of missing time with her family. She’d been petrified Jeremy would be mad. Instead, he’d admitted much the same to her – that he also didn’t necessarily know how to do Christmas without his parents and sister. And then he’d reassured her that they’d figure it out together. The next year, their first Christmas as newlyweds, they’d stumbled a little bit then, too.

Now, they had it down to a science.

They only lived about twenty minutes or so from both their families, so Christmas Eve and Christmas Day were alternated between them year to year. It’d been easy, too easy, so of course Candace just had to offer their home for the holidays this year so that everyone could spend it under the same roof. Why she hated herself this way, she didn’t know.

She slid Perry’s card over to Jeremy and sighed, rubbing her temples. He glanced up from Bobby’s card and his wax sealing supplies, lifting an eyebrow. “Okay, hon?”

She dug her fingers into her skin just a little bit more, trying to dull the ache forming behind her eyes. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I think my eyes are gonna fall out from staring at so many words.”

Jeremy chuckled, setting down Bobby’s letter and stretching his arms above his head. “We have been sitting here for almost an hour. We can take a break.”

“We still have thirty-six cards to fill out,” Candace pointed out, squinting at the menacing stack to her left. “Plus then we have to wrap all our presents, and I don’t even want to think about how full that living room is.”

He walked around the table making grabby hands at her, and for a second she just wanted to be dramatic, so she turned her squinting gaze on him. But she could never say no to his endearing puppy dog eyes, so she relented and took his hands, letting him drag her to her feet. “Come on, take a break,” he said, wrapping his arms at her waist and tugging her close. “We’ve got all day. Plus tomorrow, if we really need.”

“But it’s supposed to be done in one day,” she groaned, thunking her head on his shoulder and draping her arms over his shoulders. For a second, they stood in silence, swaying gently to the Christmas music that was still playing.

“Well then someone needs to stop making friends across the galaxy so we have less cards to sign.”

“Meap is a childhood friend, it’s not like I regularly go to space and meet new people!”

Jeremy snorted, spinning her in a gentle circle around the dining room. “Sure you’re not just stressed about hosting?”

Candace considered the question as they moved, lifting her head off his shoulder and humming. “Hmm, maybe a little. But I know Mom won’t let me stress about it. She’s always been good in the kitchen. It’s just different, is all.”

“Your mom is great in that way. And hey, different isn’t bad,” Jeremy said, twirling her lazily under his arm. She chuckled as she fell back into his grasp. The Christmas song shifted, less “Silent Night” and more Mariah Carey. “I like different.”

She smiled, feeling warm, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Me too.”

His lips settled in a crooked grin, and a boyish spark glittered in his eyes when she pulled back. “Good. Now what do you say we go back to signing the cards for your secret agent platypus and alien bestie?”

“Oh my god, shut up.”

[chronicsymptomsyndrome]

friends I am at the end of my rope here, does anyone know any resources for someone who needs to see a doctor to address unknown chronic illness, but cannot bring themselves to do so no matter what they try, because of very deep-seeded phobia/panic/medical trauma?? (in case it matters, I’m an adult in Ohio in the U.S.)

but just to be clear I don’t mean “how do I reduce stress and panic when I go”

but rather

“how do I bring myself to actually go in the first place?”

“how do I find a doctor that will respect these issues and take me seriously rather than reinforce my fear/panic/etc”

“are ‘patient advocates’ real and can I get one if I’m neither wealthy nor on some fancy insurance plan?”

etc etc etc.

Any help at all (answers/insight/resources/relevant anecdotes of your own experiences/etc) would be immensely appreciated but thank you just for reading this far either way!!! <3

[boybandbaby]

I Knew I Loved You: 1

Pairing: Eventual Aaron Hotchner x Female!Reader, David Rossi x Nat Romanoff

Warning: Unspecified Age Gap but thinking reader and friends are anywhere between 25-30 years old whatever tickles your fancy, anything else I missed please kindly call me out

lovealwaysyn

lovealwaysyn: @/natromanoff said we were having a “casual” lunch then spends 2 hours getting ready

liked by davidrossi, wandamaximoff and others

davidrossi: tell her she looks beautiful no matter what

lovealwaysyn: @/davidrossi yuck you guys are too cute

natromanoff

natromanoff : lunch with the girls @/wandamaximoff @/lovealwaysyn

liked by davidrossi, penelopegarcia and others

davidrossi: hope you girls had fun

lovealwaysyn: @/davidrossi we did, thank you for paying 😎

wandamaximoff: @/davidrossi we appreciate you and can’t wait to meet you!☺️

wandamaximoff

wandamaximoff: @/davidrossi please stop spoiling us you’re raising our standards and expectations

liked by davidrossi, natromanoff and others

davidrossi: gotta spoil my ragazza and her friends

lovealwaysyn: @/davidrossi do you have any brothers? 👀

davidrossi: @/lovealwaysyn: no brothers but I do have friends

natromanoff: @/davidrossi ooh I think I know who we should set her up with

wandamaximoff: @/natromanoff @/davidrossi me next please

davidrossi

davidrossi: famiglia but missing @/penelopegarcia and @/emilyprentiss

liked by drsreid, jjareau, and others

penelopegarcia: cuties especially @/derekmorgan

lovealwaysyn: when are we meeting the famiglia

natromanoff: @/davidrossi she’s eager to meet Aaron

lovealwaysyn: @/natromanoff this is foul delete your comment

derekmorgan: oh please please host a pasta night so we can set @/ahotchner up

ahotchner: @/derekmorgan I don’t need to be set up with anyone please leave me out of your antics

emilyprentiss: @/ahotchner come on, you could use a sugar baby like Dave

davidrossi: @/emilyprentiss you know I don’t prefer that term

lovealwaysyn: @/emilyprentiss yeah, they don’t prefer that term. Instead we like to say Dave’s 4th wife

natromanoff: @/lovealwaysyn who’s foul now? @/ahotchner this is my friend yn who thinks you’re very yummy

derekmorgan: @/natromanoff savage, you picked a good one @/davidrossi

emilyprentiss is requesting to follow you

penelopegarcia is requesting to follow you

derekmorgan is requesting to follow you

ahotchner is requesting to follow you

lovealwaysyn

lovealwaysyn: @/davidrossi best room in the house

liked by ahotchner, emilyprentiss, and others

wandamaximoff: seriously I never want to leave not just because of the wine but because my feet hurt from the tour

natromanoff: @/wandamaximoff he didn’t even show you guys the entire place because of your excessive whining

davidrossi: *mansion

lovealwaysyn: @/davidrossi no need to flex on us like that

ahotchner: calling his mansion anything but will trigger a heart attack, be careful

liked by lovealwaysyn

penelopegarcia: @/davidrossi tfti 😡

lovealwaysyn: @/penelopegarcia forget his invite, come with us for drinks tomorrow

penelopegarcia

penelopegarcia: girls night out with new friends

liked by derekmorgan, davidrossi, and others

emilyprentiss: I feel so left out

jjareau: @/emilyprentiss me too :(

lovealwaysyn: @/emilyprentiss @/jjareau no! we’ll have another soon and you can join us :)

derekmorgan: shots on me next time

davidrossi: @/derekmorgan you will be the designated driver then because these girls can get rowdy

natromanoff: @/davidrossi rowdy or fun? 😏

davidrossi: @/natromanoff both

lovealwaysyn: @/natromanoff @/davidrossi I can feel the horniness radiating through the screen from that comment

drsreid: @/lovealwaysyn this is why I stay off of social media

ahotchner: @/lovealwaysyn please never say horniness and use Dave Rossi’s name in the same sentence again

lovealwaysyn: @/ahotchner okay sorry 😞 would sexual tension be a better description for their interaction?

ahotchner: @/lovealwaysyn I would prefer to forget their interaction all together

lovealwaysyn: @/ahotchner you can try to forget it but wait until you see them in person 🫢

natromanoff: @/lovealwaysyn @/ahotchner I’ll remember this bullying when you meet Aaron in person

lovealwaysyn: @/natromanoff girl bye 👋✌️

🌺

Note: this came to me in a dream and none of these photos are mine all found on google, also I’ve been watching too much marvel and I’m mixing fandoms, Nat and Wanda are not avengers in this, reader is not specified as any particular race despite what the pictures show

if requested or interest is shown this series? will be a mix of fake insta posts and texts and actual fics lol

please don’t hate on me I haven’t done this in a long time and have never written for the cm fandom lmao

[leverage-ot3]

you ever think about how harry was legitimately kidnapped by a strange group of thieves and then he just... stayed??? he was kidnapped by CRIMINALS and just sat there and decided, I think I find crime fun and I want a found family and just DECIDED TO ROLL WITH IT AND STAYED WITH THEM??? A GROUP OF STRANGERS THAT ROUTINELY BREAK THE LAW FOR FUN???

[schnaf]

26 days until gunil's 26nd birthday

day 26 aka THE COUNTDOWN IS OVER - gunil's past birthday brrrr ppoppos