#it's a bit too cold to go out and all today

[wlwsoccerfics]

In Sickness & in Health (MapiXIngridXReader)

Warnings: migraines, throwing up

Summary: You don't feel good but your girlfriends

You woke up in the middle of the night, feeling sick, your head felt heavy and the pain was terrible. Your migraines were back. Somehow you managed to get out of bed without waking up your girlfriends. Which was a miracle cause Ingrid was half on top of you while Mapi had your fingers intertwined with hers.

You managed to make it to the bathroom before hanging over the toilet, vomiting & crying. Your head was killing you and every move was painful. It wasn't long until your girlfriends woke up and walked into the bathroom. Ingrid held your hair back. "It's okay, love. Let it all out." She whispered gently. Mapi grabbed your meds from the bathroom cabinet and places them on the bedside table.

You managed to brush your teeth after you were done throwing up. Ingrid helped you back to bed while Mapi opened the Windows for some fresh air. Also grabbing a cold, wet towel for you. having something cold on your forehead always helped. "Amor, por favor toma tus medicamentos(love, please take your meds)?" mapi asked. handing you a Glass of water and your migraine medication. You whimper. Leaning your back against Ingrid. "engel vær så snill(Angel please)!" Ingrid whispered out. "Okay." You said and took your meds with a little bit of water. cause you were afraid if you drink too much water it would upset your stomach.

You then laid down. Head on ingrids shoulder. Mapi palcing the cold wet towel on your forehead and you close your eyes. "Thank you." You told them both. Mapi laid down next to you. Placing a Hand on your stomach, drawing gentle circles with her finger. This made you fall asleep.

Mapi & Ingrid stayed awake all night though. Wanting to make sure you are okay.

"i hate when she feels that way! those migraines seriously are terrible! She was crying. We know how tough she is so the pain must be really really bad!" Mapi said. Ingrid took her hand. Making sure not to wake you.

"i don't like it either! Unfortunately all we can do is be there for her, because this isn't something that can be fixed. Most people with migraines ,deal with this their whole Lives!" Ingrid answered. She knew cause when you joined their relationship she made sure to google all about it. Well some things she had asked you when you joined FC Barcelona and had a migraine in the middle of practice. The pain that day almost made you faint.

You woke up around 6am, slowly opening your eyes. Your head was doing much better. You still had a headache but it wasn't as bad as it was a few hours ago.

"Mapi?Ingrid? My loves?" You asked sitting up slowly. Mapi helped you to sit up.

"¿Cómo te sientes, amor?(how are you feeling, love?)" Mapi wanted to know. Ingrid sat up as well. Turning her Body towards you.

"i feel alot better! Just a small headache left." You replied and smiled a little. The two smiled.

"that's great to hear. but maybe sit out practice today?" Ingrid suggested. You sighed a little.

"okay. I still want to go with you. at least to watch the two of you!" you answered. Mapi was biting down on her bottom lip.

"Por favor tómatelo con calma!(please take it easy)" Mapi was worried the sun could make your migraine return.

"i promise to stay out of the sun and go inside if i need to lay down!" You told them.

So after the three of you had a shower together and got dressed Mapi drove the three of you to practice. Ingrid sat in the back with you. Having her arms wrapped around you, while you took another quick nap.

You loved how you could always count on your two girlfriends. They really were the best. And you were so very much in love with them. And when the headache would be fully gonna you planned on showing them just how much you appreciated their love.

[daryltwdixon]

Summary: You overhear Joel and Ellie arguing, her anger cutting deep as his plans come to light. Betrayal twists in your chest, and when you confront him, the argument lays bare the fears you weren’t ready to face. By the end, everything between you feels fractured, leaving you questioning where you stand—and where you’re going.

a/n: brb gonna go cry now

“I’m gonna go check on Ellie,” Joel murmurs an hour later, his voice low and warm as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. His lips brush your temple in a soft, fleeting kiss, and the tenderness of it keeps your heart tethered to the moment.

Nestled under his arm, wrapped in the safety of his presence, you hum in contentment. The fabric of his oversized plaid shirt swallows you now, your bare legs tangled beneath the blanket as the weight of him grounds you.

Joel shifts, easing himself away from you with careful movements. Another kiss, gentle but lingering, is pressed to your forehead before he rises from the bed. The warmth of him fades too quickly, leaving the space beside you vast and cold. You hear the jingling of his belt, the fabric of another shirt and his jeans being slipped on somewhere in the haze of oblivious half-sleep.

You stir, your eyelids fluttering open to a room bathed in moonlight once Joel closes the door behind him. Shades of blue and white stretch across the bedspread, soft and ghostly in the dark. With a sigh, you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, the cool air grazing your skin. The shirt hangs loose on you, its hem brushing the tops of your thighs, the buttons done just enough to preserve your bits should Ellie wander into the hallway.

Barefoot and quiet, you pad to the door. All you wanted was a glass of water, but something about the stillness of the house feels off. Out in the hallway, you notice the crack of the second bedroom door left ajar. Soft voices spill into the quiet, their tones restrained yet unmistakably tense, a soft warmth of a lamp casting light on the hardwood.

“If you’re gonna ditch me, ditch me.”

That was Ellie’s voice for sure now. Who was ditching her? You had no plans of leaving her, not when you were so close to finding the people she needed to get to. Your steps falter, your hand tightening around the railing at the top of the staircase.

And then Joel speaks, his voice stripped of the warmth you’d felt just minutes ago. It’s gruff and unreadable. “How much did you hear?”

Your breath catches, a hollow ache forming in your chest as you press yourself into the shadows of the hallway.

“‘I have to leave her,’” Ellie says, her voice cold, a tremor of hurt threaded through her words. “‘You have to take her.’”

Leave who? The words repeat in your mind, each one hitting harder than the last. Ellie was clearly talking about Joel—about something he’d said to Tommy. You’d figured he was off with his brother while Ellie was enjoying the movies with the others. You’d stayed back, overwhelmed by the noise and the press of strangers, retreating to the safety of solitude.

But now, doubt creeps in. What had Joel said to Tommy? What had Ellie overheard? And why hadn’t you been there to keep an eye on her—or on him?

Did he tell Tommy everything? The thought twists in your gut. Had he revealed why you were really on this trek across the country? How much Ellie meant to you—not just because of her immunity, but because somewhere along the way, she’d become part of something else to you?

You clench your fists, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. Why did I lock myself away? You hadn’t wanted the crowds, sure, but had it been worth missing this? Missing her slipping away to overhear something she never should have? Missing Joel saying something he shouldn’t have? And who the hell did she over hear saying they were ditching her?

Ellie’s voice rises, anger and defiance hardening her tone. “You know, we stood up for you today. Because, well, I thought—” She stops short, the sentence hanging unfinished in the air. Her silence is louder than her words, brimming with unspoken pain.

Your skin burns, the cool air doing little to calm the rising heat of confusion and anger. The weight of their words presses down on you, trembling uncertainty mixing with a fierce urge to demand answers. You cling to the shadows, listening, your heart hammering against your ribs as you fight the temptation to storm in and confront the both of them.

“I made this decision for your own good,” Joel says, his voice low but tinged with something you can’t quite place—hesitation, maybe even regret. Despite his usual steady tone, there’s a crack in his armor, a flicker of uncertainty. “You’re way better off with Tommy. He knows the area better than I do—”

“Do you give a shit about me or not?” Ellie’s voice cuts through his like a blade, sharp and loud. There’s a sudden clatter, the sound of something slamming down hard.

“Of course I do—” Joel starts, his words coming faster, his voice pitching higher.

“Then what’re you so afraid of?” Ellie fires back, her voice confrontational, rising with emotion. “That I’m gonna end up like Sam? I can’t get infected! I can take care of myself!”

She’s yelling now, her voice ringing through the hall outside the bedroom, clear and relentless. So this was about Tommy. Joel must’ve told him about Ellie, about her immunity, and the need to get her to the Fireflies. But the way Ellie spoke—like she’d overheard more than just plans—set your mind racing.

Was Joel passing her off? The thought makes your stomach churn. Was he back to thinking she’s just cargo? After everything you’d been through together, after how she’d fought for him, for all of you, could he really still see her that way?

Your chest tightens, frustration building alongside doubt. You strain to listen, wanting to understand, wanting to make sense of Joel’s motives. Had he really said something that would make Ellie feel like she didn’t matter to him? Or was he doing this for reasons he hadn’t told either of you? Reasons he thought were best for her—or maybe even for himself.

“How many close calls have we had?” Joel counters, his voice growing louder, the frustration cracking through.

“Well, we seem to be doin’ pretty alright so far.” Ellie doesn’t miss a beat, her retort swift and defiant.

“And now you’ll be doin’ even better with Tommy,” Joel growls, his tone like gravel grinding against stone.

There’s a scoff, and you hear the heavy tread of his boots. Without thinking, you press yourself against the wall, your breath catching as you try to stay hidden. His steps falter, though, stopping abruptly as Ellie’s voice lashes out again, low, but just as cutting:

“I’m not her, ya know.”

The silence that follows is deafening. It’s the kind of quiet that stretches time, thick and unbearable. Your chest tightens, your pulse pounding in your ears as you wait for Joel’s response.

“Maria told us about Sarah and–” 

“Don’t.” Joel’s voice is so low you nearly miss it, but the warning in it is razor-sharp. The silence deepens, the air even heavier. Then, after what feels like an eternity, he speaks again. “You are treadin’ on some mighty thin ice here.”

Ellie’s tone softens, but her words carry the weight of years she’s far too young to bear. “I’m sorry about your daughter, Joel,” she says, her voice quieter now, almost tender. “But I’ve lost people too.”

“You have no idea what loss is.” Joel’s voice trembles with the unshakeable heaviness of the words.

“Everyone I have cared for has either died or left me,” she says, her voice trembling but resolute. “Everyone– fucking—” There’s a sudden shuffle, like she’s moving toward him, maybe even shoving him by the sound of the footfalls, “—except for you!”

Her voice rises, a mix of anger and vulnerability, as the words tumble out. “So don’t tell me I would be safer with someone else! Because the truth is, I would just be more scared.”

Joel’s response is soft, almost a whisper. “You’re right.” For a brief, fleeting moment, you feel the weight on your chest ease, hope blooming in the quiet. But then his next words hit like a punch, sharp and final. “You’re not my daughter. And I sure as hell ain’t your dad.”

It feels like the floor drops out from under you. Joel’s words land with a cruel finality that seems to hollow out the air in the room. Your stomach churns, your throat tightening as Ellie’s silence fills the void, a silence that screams of pain and betrayal.

It felt like Joel’s words plunged a stake into both your heart and Ellie’s, the sharpness of them reverberating through your hollow chest.

“Come dawn,” Joel says to her, his voice cold and distant, “we are goin’ our separate ways.”

And then his footfalls echo too loudly, too suddenly in the suffocating quiet, and you’re moving—pulling yourself away from the door, retreating back to where you came from. But before you can make it, Joel’s there, his silhouette cutting through the dim light as he steps onto the landing, slamming Ellie’s door shut behind him. The sound reverberates through the hall like a gunshot.

Your hand trembles as it closes over the knob of the bedroom door on the other side of the hall. You’re so close to shutting him out, but then he calls your name, his voice rough and sharp, cutting through the haze of your thoughts.

You freeze, but only for a moment. The tightness in your throat flares, burning like razors every time you swallow. You can’t bear to look at him, let alone face him. The weight of everything—his words, Ellie’s hurt, your own anger—presses down on you until you feel like you might snap.

With a burst of movement, you wrench the door open and slam it shut behind you, the sound a physical barrier between you and the man you can’t stomach to see right now.

But Joel doesn’t stop. His steps are heavy, purposeful, and close behind. Before you can even think, he’s pushing the door open, his presence filling the room with devastation.

He says your name again, his voice still rough and strained, but there’s a softness to it now that wasn’t there before. Even after everything he said to Ellie, that gentleness is back, and it makes your vision blur. Your throat burns, the tightness almost unbearable as every ounce of emotion you’ve been holding back surges to the surface.

You don’t turn around. Instead, your hands fumble to grab your clothes, pulling them on as quickly as you can. Joel stays by the door, watching you with an intensity that feels suffocating.

“Baby, please—” he begins.

“Don’t, Joel,” you snap, cutting him off. To your surprise, your voice is steady and cutting despite the white-hot anger boiling in your veins. “When were you going to tell me?” you snap, "Were you just going to let me figure it out after she was gone?”

Joel flinches, but he doesn’t speak. The silence only fuels your anger. You yank your shirt over your head, turning to face him as your words strike out like a blade.

“You planned to leave her all along, didn’t you? And you didn’t tell me.”

His jaw tightens, the muscle ticking as he stands there, rigid, his hands clenched at his sides. “It’s better this way,” he says finally, his voice low but firm. He doesn’t move when you turn towards him. His eyes are hardened, but there’s something beneath the surface—something seering and deep. Guilt.

“Better for who, Joel? For her? Or for you?” You step closer, jabbing a finger toward his chest. “You knew I’d disagree. You knew how I’d feel, and that’s why you didn’t tell me. You were gonna let her walk out of here with a stranger without saying a damn word.”

The words come out low and sharp, each one striking like a match against dry kindling. Your chest heaves, heat rising to your face—not the kind that makes you blush or stammer, but the kind that burns through you, hot and unrelenting.

“Tommy is more than capable, girl.” His voice is sharp, weighted, like he’s trying to put his foot down once and for all.

Girl. He’s called you that before, and just like when he uses the name ‘kid’ on you, it always brings you back to when you were still too young to understand what the world really was. Back when you needed someone else to fight your battles, to keep you from falling apart. It made you feel small, vulnerable.

Weak.

But that’s not who you are anymore. You’re not the scared kid hiding behind your father, praying the walls will hold. You’re not the wide-eyed teenager waiting for someone to show you how to shoot a gun or bow and arrow. You’ve clawed your way through hell just like Joel has, and you’re not about to let him make you feel small. Not after everything you’d been through.

And yet, as you stare at him now, the anger bubbling beneath your skin, another thought worms its way into your mind, unrelenting and sharp. How could I be so stupid? You’d let yourself believe everything was okay. You’d let yourself believe he was okay. The way he’d looked at you, the way he’d touched you—was it all to distract you? To keep you pliable and nice for him to talk into leaving Ellie behind?

You think about the way he’d undressed you, how careful he’d been. The way his lips traced every inch of you, the way he whispered your name like it meant something. You’d let him pull you into something that felt safe, something you’d convinced yourself was real. And all the while, this—this—was happening behind the scenes.

You feel the burn of tears prick at your eyes, anger and shame twisting together into something that makes it hard to breathe. How could I have been so ignorant? While you’d been letting him hold you, touch you, love you, he’d already decided to give up on Ellie. To give up on the three of you.

The realization cuts deeper than anything he’s said tonight, and you force yourself to push the thoughts down, to bury the ache and focus on the here and now. He wasn’t going to make you feel weak.

“How can you just give up like that?” you whisper, and the crack in your voice betrays the anger you’re trying so hard to cling to.

“Haven’t you noticed I’m failin’ her?” Joel’s voice rises, breaking with frustration and guilt. “I didn’t hear that man sneak up on you in Kansas City. I froze up when that dog could’ve smelled somethin’ on her today and torn her apart! I’mweak,”

The words hit like a slap, and for a moment, you’re too stunned to respond. But the ache in your chest quickly turns to anger, burning hot and unrelenting.

“What if something happens,” you continue, your voice breaking, “and we’re not there? What if we lose her?”

His eyes flicker then, the wall cracking just enough for you to see it—the fear, the weight of everything he’s carrying. “And what if we don’t lose her?” His voice softens, just barely. “What if I lose you?”

The vulnerability in his tone catches you off guard, your breath hitching. You don’t know how to respond.

“Dammit, I’ve been through enough,” he mutters, stepping back as if putting distance between you could ease the pain in his chest. “I’ve lost too much. I can’t—I won’t—lose you too.”

Your heart stutters, a mix of confusion and anger swirling in your head. “This isn’t about me, Joel.”

“It is,” he snaps, his voice rising, frustration bubbling to the surface. “It’s about you, and me, and the life we could have here. We could finally have somethin’ good, kid.”

“Enough!” you shout, throwing your hands up before forcing yourself to steady. You’re not going to let him get under your skin—not like this. You lower your voice, but the words hit harder for it. “You’re being selfish.”

He flinches like you’ve struck him, his breath catching as the accusation hangs in the air.

After a long silence, his voice comes rough and broken, “Maybe I am,” he admits, his voice rough, broken. “Maybe for once in my life, I’m thinkin’ about what I want. You think I don’t hate myself for it? You think I don’t feel like a damn coward for wantin’ to stay here? With you?”

Your throat tightens, and you blink rapidly to push back the tears threatening to spill. “I’m not staying.” You turn, reaching for the door, your hand on the cool metal knob. But before you can pull it open, his hand falls over yours, gentle but firm.

“Please,” he whispers, his voice barely audible, like the word itself might shatter, “Stay.”

“How can you ask that of me?” you whisper back, your voice trembling. You turn to face him, and suddenly, you’re too close. You can feel the heat radiating off him, the static that always seems to hum between you.

But you shove it down, hard. You can’t let this weaken your resolve. Not now.

“I’m taking her to the Fireflies in the morning, Joel,” you growl, your voice steady but full of venom. “If you want to be done with her so badly, then fine. You can be done with me too.” 

And with that, you throw open the door and walk out into the hallway, not giving him the chance to respond.

[skzenhatxt-stan]

“𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧’ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭” 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐚𝐲

warnings - fingering (F receiving), SoftDom!Jay X CuteFem!Reader, A bit of angst, Pet names (Seongie, Baby, Pretty, etc.), Sweet.

note - MDNI (Minors Do Not Interact)/(Interact At Your Own Risk)

description - You had a bad day at collage and Jay helped you.

word count - 896 words

After a long day at collage, all you want is to sit on your boyfriend, Jay's lap as you cutely rant about your day and how bad your collage and its students are, while burying your head on the crook of his neck. Crying.

“Shh princess, I know I know, don't cry pretty” trying to console your sobbing figure he caressed your sides.

“I-I hate it in there, Missed you s-so much S-Seongie” stuttering, somehow you managed to convey your heartful message to your boyfriend who was just melting into a puddle just because of your sweetness.

“I missed you too love, stop crying for Seongie?” He asked you softly knowing that handling your emotional distress is way harder with tough words.

Clutching into his leather jacket, you nodded trying go wipe your tears with the back of your hands which Jay stopped you from. Instead he wiped your remaining tears with his thumb and gave you a sweet gentle kiss on your lips.

You didn't knew how the sweet gentle kisses turned into a hungry and lustful makeout session making you bury your fingers in his soft hairs as he planted hard intense kisses on your neck.

Moaning his name in your sweet vulnerable voice, Jay only wanted one thing and that was to hear these sweet voices till his death.

“S-Seongie mhmm s-so good” you moaned as he continued abusing your skin.

He removed the pretty pink dress of yours just to get to know, you had nothing underneath it. No bra, no panties.

Such a sight to see it was, a beautiful canvas, only for him to paint on.

Your and Jay's relationship was always sweet, cute and innocent at least it's what you always thought. But for Jay, he had lost the count on how many times he had to jerk himself off just by a simple and innocent gesture of yours like kissing his neck and jaw.

Who knows that he might have came just by a simple cute smile of yours, but it is out of the context. (I might've slipped)

For now, seeing you naked infront of his eye, on his lap was a bliss for him, a painful bliss.

He could feel his boner, as hard as rock and he knows... You could feel it too.

He swore to god that he was so shocked at the sight of you cupping his massive hard clothed bulge into your delicate soft hands and squeezing it experimentally with innocence and carefulness in your eyes, making him groan at the soft touch.

“Seongie... You should've told me. I would've helped you” you said softly but for Jay, it felt like you've said the only cure to his life.

“You'd help me pretty? ” he asked cupping your jaw.

“I would Seongie” you said with an alomost unsaid determination in your voice.

Scooting a bit more farther to him, you bend down to examine his hard bulge. You tugged down his sweatpants and boxer at the same time to reveal his angry red tip and massive cock, only for for your eyes to please.

You gasped at the size of it, wondering was it even possible to have such a beautiful big cock. Only god knows.

You bent down just enough so you could take in his cock in your mouth. Boobs dangling, titts perking.

Jay swore he could've taken you in at that point but he controlled himself and removed your hands from his hardened bulge.

“Princess, today it's all about you, for you” He said and spread her legs.

Your plush thighs, softly tingling under his touch now was spread apart, only for his eyes to get the pleasure from.

You gasped at the feeling of his cold fingers spreading the folds of your most intimate part. Clutching onto his shoulder, you softly moaned.

He softly rubbed your clit, making you gasp and moan at the sensitive of yourself.

The soft rubs turned more harsh as the soft kisses turned into bites, you moaned like you were his.

Clutching his soft hair as he put a single thick hot finger of his inside your dripping core, you swore you felt like on cloud 9 as he thrusted in and out of your pussy in an almost practiced motion.

You were trembling underneath him as you felt a coil being built up in your stomach as if it will rip you apart.

Moaning as tears left your eyes at the pleasurable yet unfamiliar feeling, Jay whispered sweet praises and nothings in your ear.

As the knot snapped inside you, you came gushing on his fingers as he helped you ride your high.

He pulled out his fingers form your cunt and slurped all your juices.

“How Fuckin’ Sweet” he said kissing your lips gently knowing that right now you're very tired.

As you lay on his chest naked, he could hear your soft breathing. You were asleep.

Jay layed your sleeping figure down softly as he brought a soft wash cloth and cleaned your lower region with warm water delicately.

The sight of you like this still had him so hard that he needed to go to the washroom again and jerk himself.

He washed himself afterwards and layed beside you. You both were naked in each other's arms.

He wrapped you in his embrace and whispered

“I Love You, My Baby”

[azrielbrainrot]

Hey! I was thinking — "being overprotective of them in front of prospective partners" or "sharing cloths in a totally friendly way" with Cassian?

I think that's a cute print for him, and I'd love to see it ❤️

I love your writing and stories by the way!! 🥰

Say the Words

Pairing: Cassian x F!Reader

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I'm not sure this is what you had in mind and it turned out a bit angsty for some reason, but I hope you enjoy! Thank you for sending this in and I'm so glad you like my stories 🩷

The frigid winter air hits your burning cheeks, breath turning to mist as you walk away from the bar, but even if it was cold enough for the streets of Velaris to be mostly empty on a friday night, it's still not enough to calm the anger swimming through your body.

You had tried to decline Mor's invitation to come out tonight, preferring to sleep off the tiring week instead of drinking and dancing it away. Ultimately your blonde haired friend had gotten her away yet again, managing to bring everyone along to Rita's for a night out. You were doing your best to enjoy it despite your initial reluctance to come, drinking and dancing with your friends like you usually did.

A very well dressed and admittedly charming male started talking to you when you went to get another drink, his intentions more than clear behind his honeyed words and saccharine smile. You had no plans of going anywhere with him, only trying to choose your words to let him down easy, he hadn't been bothering you too much after all, but Cassian had suddenly showed up at your side, wrapping his arm around you in a possessive manner, scaring the poor male away with just a few words. You think you even saw him puff up his wings. All this to drop his arm as soon as he walked away, turning to go back to your friends like nothing had happened, making your temper rise at an alarming rate and prompting you to walk straight out of the bar, uncaring of the cold or the people calling your name.

The two of you have been toying with the line between friendship and more for years, lingering eyes and meaningful touches crossing it a bit more every day. It seemed that every time you tried to cross it, he took a step back though. You've gotten somewhat used to the push and pull by now, but, maybe because of your already dull mood, it reached a breaking point today.

Heavy footsteps sounded behind you, a sigh escaping your lips. Of course he had followed you outside, he would have followed you to the end of the earth. Knowing that a confrontation would be unavoidable, you slow your pace, sitting on a bench by the river, eyes trained ahead even when he stops by the bench, watching you.

“It's too cold for you to sit here,” he murmurs, voice uncharacteristically serious but as caring as always.

“I don't want to talk, Cassian.”

Except you did, it was probably the only thing that would make you feel better right now. You were just tired of pretending, and it seemed like he insisted on it. You were starting to wonder if he knew how to do anything else.

You can see him nod at your words in the corner of your eye, looking down at the heavy jacket in his hands before taking another step and draping it over your shoulders, his scent enveloping you instantly. You had to close your eyes for a moment, telling yourself not to give in.

“Don't stay here too long, you'll catch a cold.” His hand lingers in the air, looking like he wanted to reach out, but he doesn't, he never does. “You can keep the jacket.”

No sooner the words had left his mouth than he turned around. It makes you look up at him at last, facing his back, wings curled into his back as he walks away slowly, braving the cold in favor of leaving you warm as you stubbornly stayed outside instead of winnowing home. You couldn't understand him at all.

“What are you doing?”

He pauses, body visible tensing as he hears the defeat in your voice. “You said you didn't want to talk.”

“So you'll just leave?” Some of the anger returns, standing up and walking closer to him, waiting for him to turn and look into your eyes, almost daring him to. “What was all of that for then?” Your heart skips a beat when your eyes finally meet, the hazel showing all the things he wouldn't say like they always did, but you were tired of reading them for yourself, you wanted to hear everything from him.

“I was just trying to help.”

“Help?” You can't help but scoff, swallowing down the burning in your eyes, the headache that was creeping in. “If you will not make me yours then you can't act like I am.”

“That wasn't-”

“Since when have you been such a coward?”

“I'm not a coward.”

“You're sure acting like one.”

“What do you want me to say then?” His voice was rising in volume, eyes sharp as he took you in. Good. “That I didn't want him anywhere near you? That I almost ripped off his arm when he reached for your hand? That I don't want anyone else touching you? Is that what you want to hear?”

His hazel eyes burned into yours but you weren't going to back down, not now after finally getting something out of him. You would end this game tonight, one way or another.

“Why?”

“Why?”

“Why don't you want anyone touching me?”

Cassian lets out a breath, eyes moving over your head to watch the river for a moment, gathering his thoughts as you push him into a corner. You were about to repeat the same question, or even throw a few choice words at him when he reached for your neck, bringing your face in closer as he bends down, his touch gentle despite the storm raging inside him.

His lips linger over yours for a second longer, maybe giving you time to push him away, as if you ever would, but his patience seemed to be wearing thin as he kisses you at last, lips moving over yours as his hands hold your waist, pulling you closer into him. Your arms wrap around his neck, getting lost in him before your mind catches up to you, making you reluctantly pull away so you could look into his eyes.

“Say it,” you whisper against his lips.

“Because you're mine.”

A smile breaks out on your face. If it hadn't been for the cold biting your skin, you might have thought this was a dream. Cassian's face mirrors yours as he kisses you again, lifting you up into his arms as you winnow you both home, your mouths only pulling apart when your back hits the mattress.

[luciathcv]

tipsy photoshoot - sjy

summary: jake poses for photos just to make you happy || warnings: they're both tipsy (reader more so) || genre: fluff, established relationship || word count: approximately 475

You and Jake had gone to Japan for a short vacation. Jake insisted the two of you go away somewhere quick while he had time and Japan wasn’t too far away so that’s where you both decided on.

When you got there, you both got settled into hotel room you’d be staying in for the next few days and just chilled on the bed together for a while. Considering you had gotten to Japan in the late afternoon, you both decided on chilling for the first night before actually going to do stuff starting tomorrow.

After coming home from a walk, Jake pulled out some beer from the mini fridge and you both drank together for a little bit. The drink accompanied with talks about the most random things as you both left teasing touches on one another.

After finishing the drink, both of you were honestly a bit tipsy but you were craving a snack so obviously, being the good boyfriend Jake was, he said he’d go out and get you something.

“No, I don’t want you to leave me.” You mumbled, feeling extra clingy today.

Jake softly smiled, “You’re acting like I’m leaving you for good. I’ll be right back.”

“I want to come with you.” You insisted.

“Fine. Get your coat on, baby, and we’ll go.” Jake gave in.

You both walked to a convenience store and Jake followed behind you as you started to look around for something. Despite the coldness outside, you wanted to get ice cream and Jake agreed, wanting to make you happy.

“Wait, I have an idea.” You said.

“What?” Jake responded, looking at you, waiting for the idea.

“Give me your phone.” You tell him, holding your hand out and he hands it to you with no problem. You then click onto the camera icon. “This is a good place for a photo shoot.” You suggest. Honestly, you were definitely much more tipsy than Jake was.

“A photo shoot? You want me to take some photos of you?” Jake asked, being fine with doing that.

“No… I want to take photos of you.” You say.

“Baby…” Jake started, noticing the worker at the counter not far away.

“Please.” You pleaded and that was all it took for Jake to give in.

“Alright, take the photos.” Jake said and you smiled as he posed all cutesy, just to make you happy as you took photos of him. You finished and handed him back his phone.

“I only posed like that for you.” Jake teased, both of the ice cream bars in one hand as he poked your side.

You smile, “That’s why you’re the best boyfriend ever.”

“Very true.” Jake responded with a smile as you both walked over to the counter and he took out his card to pay for the ice cream you craved so badly.

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[its-hitoshi]

sevika and her gut instincts

you'd say at the end of season 2, sevika, in a way, won. she didn't die -- only lost an arm while finally uniting zaun in some capacity, and becoming its representative to piltover.

sevika has always trusted her gut. it's never led her wrong. however just because she trusts it doesn't mean she's listened all the time

tw: disordered eating, emetophobia

luckily for her parents, sevika was never a sickly child. though the Grey affected her, as it did everyone in zaun, sevika never had a cold that lasted too long. never had blood or grey tints in the phlegm coughed up. what she always had problems with, however, was her stomach. it started when she was small -- when her parents started arguing. though she'll never admit it, one of her first memories is curling up against the leg of the family dinner table -- shoddy and rough with future splinters -- as her parents shouted at each other. now sevika knows that the rent was going up despite wages the piltie owners meted up stayed steadily low. whether that was a result of their zaunite proxy being greedy or the pilties being out of their goddamn mines, sevika still doesn't know. she'll say her stomach hurt from hunger -- which wasn't a lie. but she's long forgotten the stress her tiny body felt as her parents' voices warred against each other. she shrank smaller and smaller until all the stress could go was to her center -- her stomach. it ached.

as she grew older, the same story rewinded. hunger. anger. ache.

when she grew of age, finally, to bleed, it hurt so bad. her parents didn't want her to, but she worked in the mines. it was safer to work than to play and be stolen away, after all. organs were needed in piltover. extra workers were needed in mines that were known to have even worse conditions than this one. she worked and worked and worked through the pain -- swung her pickaxe into the rock. shimmied her way through tunnels far too small for the her of today to fit both arms (metal and flesh) into.

black dust tints whatever she coughs up now. it's like a rite of passage, spitting grey onto the already stained streets. it was only when she was walking home did she feel the warmth between her legs. how it felt wrong, like a knife slowly shoving into her despite how she knows something is coming out. it was the beginning of the last times when she hugged her mother, who explained to her quietly that she was growing up now. she's turning into a woman. it's normal. it'll hurt, but that'll go away (she'll get used to it. she won't bleed very often, especially if there's not enough for her to eat... her mother's heard of the layoffs coming up in the next few weeks. this is their only blessing)

sevika is sixteen when her mother dies. her mother's hope was right. her bleeding came and went. sometimes after one month, sometimes after nine. in time, sevika would realize her body always gave her a warning, as she woke up with her gut cramping up. she can't eat the day she finds out her mother has died. it was a cave-in. it killed all 26 workers of that tunnel. sevika had been in the next one over. her mouth is dry, yet she doesn't get a glass of water. doesn't want any despite how lucky she is to live in a miner's house, one of the few types of houses in zaun that have running water.

the funeral happens quickly. sevika's father says, abruptly, that they need to burn her mother. it's part of her culture. sevika wonders what this culture is -- still does. she was never taught. all her mother ever told her was that her name means servant of god in the language of her mother's homeland. well, the homeland of her mother's mother. she never learned much either. simply bits and pieces of the language. as she breathes in the smoke from the fire, feels its warmth, she wonders when was the last time her mother held her. maybe this was one last goodbye.

the first meal she has after that whole ordeal -- when was the last time she had eaten? 48 hours? 72? maybe more? -- sevika throws up. her father realized at some point that they should eat. he left once he gobbled up what amount was on his plate. left only enough money for their upcoming rent. sevika, instead, ran and threw up outside the house. all she can think of as she stares at the barely digested food is what a waste of money.

her father comes back, reeking of alcohol. the scent stings her nose. sevika has seen the way the winds blow. janna's protection could only last so long for the children of zaun. her luck's run out.

without her mother, the work needed to meet the rent has only gone up. her father's drinking doesn't help either. sevika finds it easier on the body to simply not eat as much rather than take up even more extra shifts. in her free time, she steals. piltover takes all their money -- them and their wannabe zaunite proxies in charge of the mines and and who want to be in charge the lanes because of piltover's greed -- it's only right that she takes some back.

her gut feels weird one day. doesn't hurt, just... weird. though she's seen that the streets are empty, sevika stays in her spot. she realizes she hadn't been aware enough as an enforcer stalks his way down the street where she would have landed.

she listens to this weird, odd feeling. it's somehow always right. it serves her well. she felt it as she walked away from vander. it was with her as finn's voice grated at her ears. what she doesn't listen to is how her stomach screams for sustenance, at times. sometimes food, sometimes for acknowledgement of hurt like it did the first time her father threw a beer bottle at her.

it's easier to drown out when she drinks -- just like her father did. perhaps that's what else she inherited from him. he used to say she was all her mother. all she had from him were her eyes.

smoking comes naturally to her -- what was there to worry about? her lungs shriveling like some silly piltie claimed would happen? it was a 'healthcare' campaign of some sort spearheaded by a rich, spoiled brat. whatever of her lungs the Grey and coal dust didn't already ruin deserved to be dusted with ash she decided to grace it with. (it numbs that ache in her stomach too, which somehow continues to hurt despite how old she's grown.)

her father's dead now -- she let his body float into the river. strapped a bottle of alcohol to his chest -- better quality than what she knows he'd usually drink some days she finds herself on the verge of vomiting even if she eats nothing that day. she doesn't waste her money frivolously at the bar. smokes cheap cigarettes filled with who knows what. she's met vander and silco. they're kind people. they share. she doesn't have to be hungry anymore. she steals enough to sustain herself as most of the money goes to rent. the rest to food, obviously. yet still, her stomach quietly aches.

[clarisse0o]

The Mayor - Chapter 12

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternate Universe: Mayor and Architect

Words: 774

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"Basta Ona! Basta! Stop with this Lucy Bronze."

Alessia’s voice echoed in the living room. It was just the two of us now, on this Sunday evening. She brought me out of my thoughts.

"Ona, you're letting yourself be walked all over, getting called in on a Sunday. No, impossible!"

When Alessia got angry, she had a habit of speaking in Italian, her father's native country, where she had lived for over 15 years. I loved listening to her speak in that language.

"Yes, well, you know it's just for a short time... I'll try to manage," I said with a smile, feeling guilty for not being able to tell her the whole truth.

"She's going to end up exhausting you!" she said, throwing me a smile.

She straddled me and kissed me passionately.

On Monday, I hadn’t heard anything from Lucy, which wasn’t unusual since our meeting was scheduled for Tuesday at 7:30 PM. I didn’t know if I should take the initiative and send an email. I decided to do nothing and wait until the next day.

On Tuesday, I received a call from a mosaic company. They were the ones who would be installing the mosaic in the veranda. Due to delivery issues, a decision needed to be made today about the color, or we’d have to wait another 15 days for the mosaics to arrive. I knew Lucy was torn between two colors, but I couldn’t choose for her. I decided to send her an email. When I had no news by early afternoon, I decided to call her. Inhale/Exhale, I grabbed the receiver. She didn’t pick up. I tried again 4 more times during the afternoon, with no answer. Well, this wasn’t going well. Would she show up for our meeting tonight? Nothing was certain...

7:30 PM. I arrived at the scene. Lucy was there, facing away, talking with the workers. So, she had come. I didn’t know how to act: should I play it low? Yes, I had sort of jumped on her, but she had responded to that call. I didn’t have much to blame myself for. Not playing it low. Provocative? No, I needed to calm the situation down a bit. I decided to go with my usual tone: friendly, smiling. Without forgetting to test her a little, if necessary.

"Hello everyone!!" I said.

Lucy turned around and greeted me with an icy "Hello." After a conversation with the workers, she suddenly grabbed my arm firmly and led me into a nearby room, out of sight. What did she want?

"Are you harassing me now?" she said in a low voice, so no one would hear. Low but very cold.

I was stunned, harassing? She continued, panting and showing me her phone:

"5 calls in one afternoon when you never call me! A text asking me to call you back!! What game are you playing?"

Unbelievable, what an ego! Did she really think I was harassing her? Staring at her, I said, in a very neutral tone:

"Well, no, Lucy, I’m not harassing you. I received an urgent call about the mosaics, asking me to make a decision today about the color, or risk huge delivery delays. If you had read my email or listened to any of my messages, you would have known."

She was taken aback, probably a little ashamed for looking down on me like that. While I had intended to keep things soft, her attitude had provoked something in me, and I had to respond.

"Did you really think I was harassing you, Lucy?"

She didn’t know what to say.

"What did you think? That I was going to blackmail you by threatening to publish the video from Sunday, having hidden a camera in the living room?"

She was speechless now, stunned by my boldness.

"Or that I wanted you so badly, that I couldn’t stop calling you all afternoon?"

I knew I was going too far. But she had pushed me to the limit! 

She lifted her blue eyes and replied, ironically:

"Really funny, Ona, very funny!" a smirk on her lips.

"Rest assured, Lucy, I’m not harassing you, not yet at least! And I’ll remain professional!" I said.

"Perfect then! Because that’s what I expect from you!" she replied.

"Okay, Orange or Red?" I continued.

"What?"

"The mosaics! Back to work, Lucy!"

"Ah... Red, red."

We returned to the workers, passing through the living room. In front of the Persian rug, I turned to Lucy and said:

"And we’re going to have to make a decision about this Persian rug, Lucy!"

I gave her my biggest smile.

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[orcelito]

Little Tally has been plodding around and she was trying to get into a box earlier and she later came up to me and stared at me expectantly then later tried to eat my plants again and just now she came up to sit next to me purring again and leaning into my pets

The medicine really is making her feel better I think. And it's really highlighting how bad she Has been feeling. Bc these are all very basic things, but she hasn't been doing it. Even up to her little walk, the plodding sounds of her footsteps... before today, she was moving so stiffly, an awkward little shamble, so I couldn't even really hear her when she got up (which was nowhere near as much as normal). Something as simple as hearing her drinking water is making me emotional. If she starts yowling tonight when I go to bed I really might just cry.

I really hope this keeps up... she's got just one more day of meds, but maybe it'll be enough... I hope so...

[sudokuplayer]

i'm so angry and heartbroken and i think this is all i will ever be

[broke-on-books]

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[phagodyke]

tummy hurts my final message goodbye

[mysterious-corpse]

I got so cold the other day at like 40 degrees weather with wind bc I was on my electric scooter and I could barely move my hands and I almost cried bc I couldn’t warm up when I got inside bc I just wasn’t making enough heat. should I ask my doctor about this or is my coat just not very wind resistant

[kerosene-saint]

it's winter which means I am very much stationary throughout the day again

[satorisoup]

WAHHH good morning fwiends n’ happy sunday !! ( ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟) & happy september 1st !! dis means dat spooky season is upon us !! what a wonderful time of tha year !! <3

i hope everyone has tha most wonderfulest day today, remember dat you are important n’ loved !! MWUUUAH !! <3 🍯

[primofate]

Drop the towel wrapped around you and appear naked in front of your Genshin husband

In a nutshell: That old tiktok challenge/prank. In your private, shared home of course.

Warnings: My perpetual warning as a writing mother is that I am sleep deprived. Very VERY sleep deprived. SUGGESTIVE: BORDERING ON NOT SAFE FOR WORK, written on a 10 minute timer please be gentle

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli, implied fem!reader

Personal Favourites: Tighnari

Aether

chokes on nothing

"Y-Y-Y/N?! What're you doing?"

Comes up to you and tries to cover you up with the towel again, as if it was a sin to look at you naked in broad daylight.

Full on blush on his face and respectfully tries to look away.

"Don't surprise me like that!"

Seems not to like it but actually likes it too much to the point of getting embarrassed for himself.

Yes he's your husband but is still a precious respectful man

Albedo

Blinks a couple of times but appreciates your beauty and gives your body a slow once over. Chuckles in amusement afterwards.

"Is there a reason for this?"

Just to get his reaction, you admit.

"Well..." starts walking towards you. "I do have higher self-control than most others... but let it be known that I'm far from immune to my..."

Stops in front of you and yet again seems to eat you up with his eyes. "...needs," ends with a suspiciously sweet smile.

Alhaitham

Can't help but be a bit surprised and you can see it by the way his eyebrows go up as soon as the towel hits the floor.

Opens his mouth to say something but closes it again, as if hesitating, which is really strange for someone like him.

"...Is this the part where I sweep you off your feet and carry you to our room?" there's a bit of amusement in his tone. Stands to walk over to you.

Places a hand on your waist.

"Cause I can guarantee you that we DON'T need to be in our bedroom for things to happen...but you knew that already, right?"

Ayato

Quirks his eyebrows up, amused smile appearing on his face.

"I must say, this is a lovely surprise,"

Traces your figure with his eyes. Then approaches you to hold your waist and dip in to kiss your neck softly.

"How could I ever resist, my love, when you're standing in front of me in all your magnificence?"

Takes the longest time just admiring and basking in your beauty, tracing every little part of your skin.

Baizhu

Lets pretend the snake ain't here okay?

Does a double take.

"Y/N, first off, you'll get a cold,"

Pushes his spectacles up and gives you a once over.

"Second, you'll give me a heart attack,"

Beckons you over gently with his hand. "Come over, I suppose it's been a while since...I've done a full body check,"

Hides a grin.

Cyno

Blankly looks at you and is still processing what is happening

"Y/N? Is this... Did I do something?"

Is so suspicious that this was some kind of trap.

You tell him its simply to get a reaction out of him.

Immediately shoots out of his seat and catches your wrist.

"Then...Is it my turn to get one out of you? There's several ways to do that...and I know your favourite ones,"

Diluc

Eyes follow the towel down to the floor and head snaps back up to blink at the sight in front of him. Recovers quickly.

Chuckles as he stands and walks over. Picks up the towel and drapes it around your shoulders. "Only because it's quite chilly tonight,"

but still ends up inching the towel off your shoulder, tracing your collarbone. "Although, as your husband, I suppose it IS my job to keep you warm... So how would you like it today, love?"

Itto

"WHOA!" by instinct covers his eyes with his hands but his fingers are actually splayed apart so he can totally see through the gaps

Feels himself getting aroused

I mean the guy gets turned on even just at the sight of your neck

Suddenly stands and walks over to you, easily hoists you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and makes a beeline to your shared room.

"You're asking for it Y/N!"

Kaeya

"Oho?"

Sits back and relaxes, he doesn't really know what he was expecting. Some type of show maybe. "What's this? Finally giving me that lap dance you owe me, snowflake?"

Laughs but you're incredibly flustered at the suggestion.

Beckons you over and grabs you by the waist to sit on his lap.

"Feel that?" he whispers in your ear.

Oh you feel it alright, pressing at your upper thigh.

"Now whose fault is that? You'll have to do something about it now, love,"

Kaveh

"Archons!"

Looks away with a blush on his cheeks.

"Put something on!"

Yes he's seen you naked before, you're married, but the guy's always flustered in unexpected events.

You provoke him further by coming over, sitting sideways on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Y/N!" He looks down at you and can't help but look at your nakedness in full and close view.

Gulps but starts to feel his body heat up, his hands suddenly, assertively planting themselves on your waist as he meets your eyes. "I don't care what you say about yourself, but know that you're the only one who takes me from 0 to a 100 in a second,"

Kazuha

"Y/N?" Chuckles nervously and takes in the sight of your body.

Smiles at you and takes your hand to kiss the back of it.

"I've seen you countless of times... Each time, I'm reminded by how fortunate I am that you chose me to take care of you,"

Caresses your cheek all the way down to your jawline. "You're beautiful, Y/N,"

He has the most tender and gentle look on his face, but its mixed with a passion that you've never seen on anyone before. "Let me show you how much I love you, dear,"

Neuvillette

Eyebrows twitches upwards in surprise. Has no clue what to do in this new situation.

He doesn't say anything but is most definitely enjoying the view of your body. You see his jaw tense up, as if he's clenching his teeth.

"Ahem," he starts. Then seems to have the most trouble prying his eyes away to meet your gaze. "Is this...perhaps another way to tell me... that you would like some attention?"

You say not really and just wanted to see how he would react.

"Ah," he lets out, as if understanding and as if the conversation has ended.

A moment of silence passes and you're starting to wonder if that was all he was going to do. But he then stands and places a gentle hand on your bare waist. "...So you're simply doing it, as people would say, 'for fun'?"

He asks, and you say yes innocently. He smiles a bit and has another hand cupping your face and thumbing your lips. "I see," breathes out slowly.

"Unfortunately, for your actions, the Iudex feels that a punishment is in order,"

Scaramouche

Raises one eyebrow as if he's bored. Then smirks.

"If you wanted it, all you had to do was ask," pulls you by the waist and makes you straddle him "But this is good too,"

Hands actually start to grope you up and down. Will fondle and squeeze in private places immediately.

"What? Startin' to feel good? S'what you get when you play games with me,"

will smack your butt the first chance he gets

Tartaglia

Immediately jumps up and in an automatic daze, eyes glued to his favourite parts, trudges towards you and attempts to bury himself in softness.

You quickly stop him and in turn HE quickly stops you. Hands easily bunching your wrists up together and angling them upwards above your head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he grins down at you. "Someone's being naughty,"

You complain that he reacts too fast.

Laughs, but his hand starts to unbuckle his pants and there's a dark look in his eyes. "Oh, I'm just being naughty back. When you want something, Y/N, believe it when I say I'll GIVE it to you,"

Tighnari

ear twitches. Tail swishes back and forth. Does not show any expression except slight curiosity.

"What's the occasion?"

You tell him that you just wanted to see his reaction.

He hums and nods slowly, like processing some type of complicated information.

"Wait here, I'll be back in a minute,"

You ask him where he's going and you're a bit upset at the lack of response from him.

He chuckles and returns to you, tail angling upwards in an attempt to wrap and brush against your waist. Takes your hand, presses your wrist against his lips and seems to take a slow breath in.

"I'm merely clearing off my schedule for today. Now, be patient, I'll be back,"

Wriothesley

Almost spits out his drink but gulps it all down instead.

Eyes widen a fraction at the sudden act but his hand is already loosening his tie.

"Wait right there precious," chuckles while he says this, tie already falling to the ground, now unbuttoning his vest. At the same time walks over to you urgently as if you're going to disappear but laughs nervously while he's at it.

"I swear you'll be the death of me,"

Looks like he's going to pounce on you but when he reaches you he only gives you a chaste kiss, as if asking for permission first.

You suddenly remind him that he has a LOT of things to do today, appointments and all.

Actually barks out a quick laugh. "You're not really expecting me to walk out now? As far as I'm concerned," pulls you flush against him and kisses your jaw "The only thing I need to do today is you,"

Xiao

"Wh-Wh-What do you think you're doing?!"

caught unprepared. Crosses his arms and looks away. Pretends he's uninterested but his eyes still dart back to look at you.

You ask him if he likes what he sees.

He now completely looks away from you. A few seconds pass and when he turns his head back to look at you there's now a carnal look in his eyes.

He walks towards you slowly and captures your chin to tilt it up. Looks down at you as if he hasn't eaten a meal in days.

"...When I'm done with you tonight you'll get your answer,"

Zhongli

Chuckles. Amused.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, dear?"

You shrug and even do a turn for him. He watches you carefully and takes in the image in front of him.

Smiles and strides over towards you. "Truly a magnificent sight," brushes his fingers against your neck

His eyes trail downwards and isn't shy about looking at your body. "Might I remind you my dear, my stamina surpasses that of a normal human," he smiles at you sincerely.

You tell him that you're well aware. He just chuckles again.

"Then you know well what'll come next,"

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