#loves the feeling of just tearing someone apart

[unknownogre]

"So, you’re after my roommate. Sorry, my EX-assassin roommate, as you so graciously let slip. And you think tying me to a chair and pointing a gun at my head will magically make me know exactly where he is?”

I have no idea who this guy is. He hit me in the back of the head out of nowhere and then demanded I tell him where Allen, my roommate, was. I have no fucking clue where he is. We aren’t dating. We live in the same apartment because RENT IS EXPENSIVE! Gods now this moron thinks that my roommate is an ex-assassin?

…though…

I mean he has all these cool skills. We got locked out of our place the other day and he just happened to have the right tools in his pocket to pick the lock. I took him out for a drink on his birthday once and he fought three men to a stand still till I jumped in and then still did the heavy lifting in beating the hell out of them. Assholes too, the girls they were bothering bought us drinks as thanks.

Hmmm…I mean there are weirder things in the world right? So you know what? I’ll believe him. And I’d have another reason not to betray my roommate.

“YES! Tell me where he is! I can make the next two hours stretch on for an eternity. Your pain will echo off the walls…they’ll have to tear down this building after I’m finished with you.”

The dude was bigger than me…but I don’t know he wasn’t scary. I could tell he had his demons. Don’t we all right? But you don’t rat out a homie. Plain and simple. And really, he needs to work on his promises of pain speech. Kinda weak, like chat GPT wrote it or something.

“WHY ARE YOU SMIRKING!?”

He shouted and I looked him in the face. I just sighed and shifted in my chair a little bit, playing with the bindings around my wrist. No use to panic. But then you only panic when you feel in danger and I certainly don’t feel threatened right now. I never seemed to panic when someone really should.

“I just think you haven’t thought this through. So you torture me and my roommate finds out…well he is going to be pissed. I do all the cooking you see, and then he’ll kill you. Plain as that. You are dead if you torture me for his information. BUT…BUT if you kill me. Well, he called my ham balls a gift from the dark gods. So he’ll then torture you. And I bet…this is some John Wick shit and he is WAY better than you.”

He growled at me and back handed me. Ouch…that didn’t feel that great. Could have been worse though, I can taste a little blood though. I spit out some and just sigh. This was all…underwhelming.

“Since you are going to kill me can I tell you a joke?”

He looked at me side ways but then just pulled up a chair.

“Sure…tell me a joke as your lasts words.”

I had to chuckle, this joke was always really funny to me and I liked to tell it any chance I got.

“Okay So there was a guy…he was driving his car down the highway. While driving he saw another man standing on the side of the road so he pulled over to pick him up. The man was sweaty and dirty and honestly this was his life line. ‘OH MAN THANKS!’ the hitchhiker said as he got in. The man in the car just smile and winked. They drove for a little bit and the hitchhiker smiled and looked to the man driving the car. ‘I’m so glad you picked me up, most people won’t do it…they think I’m a traveling serial killer or something.’ The man driving smirked and said. ‘Oh I’m not worried about that at all…’ The hitchhiker canted his head and asked. ‘Why is that? I could be one ya know..’ and the man driving the car smiled and said. ‘What is the likely hood of two serial killers being in the same car.’”

I chuckled a bit, yeah I always loved that joke. The intruder wasn’t amused, and I could see the gears turning in his head. Good, let him think on that.

“Are you saying you’re an assassin?”

He asked after a bit and I just started to laugh in earnest. How simple could he be, really. REALLY was he that stupid. That is okay, maybe I’ll walk him through this. Ya know knowing Allen is an assassin, it makes a lot more sense now about how we vibed right off the bat. Both of us had trouble getting roommates before we found each other. No romance or nothing, we just understand each other. There was always space. Never too many probing questions, but still deep conversations.

“No…no my dear man. As the joke states, what is the likely hood of there being two serial killers in the same car?”

Come on there scooter, you can get this now can’t you. I’m almost tired of waiting. Then he looked at me with the most confused expression.

“Are…are you a serial killer?”

There was another chuckle, he hardly had time to react as my untied hands wrapped the rope he used to bind me around his throat. I was no trained assassin, but I had my skills. He fought for a while. Surprised…I just held him until he stopped moving…always takes a couple of minutes. Not like I haven’t done this before. I REALLY wanted to cut his throat open but man, you don’t spill blood where you live. Once I was sure he died I just let him fall to the floor. It was then Allen came out of the shadows.

“I knew I didn’t need to save you. You were far too calm the whole time.”

I just smirked at him, he was already moving the body and pulled out a phone to make a quick call. I couldn’t hear what he said but I knew he gave our address. Man, having professional cleaners at your beck and call must be wonderful. That is a LOT less work that I have to do.

“Well, ya know. So are you going to have to move out?”

I wasn’t happy with that idea, I really did like him as a roommate. People like him didn’t come along very often and well, searching is a pain in the ass.

“Na, I don’t think so. I’ll stay right here. By how skilled you are, how strong you are…and now I notice a few things you’re the Rapist Reaper? Or am I wrong?”

I grinned brightly and dipped my head a bit. He got me, but of course he did. NO more secrets though, which will be nice. I knew Allen was a good guy too, never had the aura that a lot of the other men do. I’ve killed my last three roommates, and I really didn’t want to have to do that to him too, not that I ever felt the need to be honest. There are few good men in this world and Allen he certainly one of them.

“You got me, I mean I don’t really like the name too much…but you don’t get to pick what the media calls you. Judging by how well you move and how long you’ve been my roommate, you’re Death’s Whisper.”

Allen bowed a bit and just sat down on the couch. I cleaned up my split lip and got both of us a beer and sat next to him.

“Okay, this is a long shot…BUT if you want to stay roommates…wanna go kill a crime lord and his lackies. I don’t really hate them or anything but this one REALLY wants me back in the game and I have NO interest in that anymore. I’m retired, I like the boring life. No wife, no kids, no one to protect or answer to. It is very nice. I want to enjoy this for a while. Want to help?”

I was already grinning and all I had to do was clink my bottle with his. He smiled at me and we waited for the cleaners to arrive. I’m going to have so much fun with this. They won’t be expecting two of us…I mean I’m not like Allen…he is a MUCH better fighter than me. Still, I can fight very well. More of a brawler though, gotta get them into the van somehow and some of those guys are WAY bigger than me, so I got good.

“Ham balls for dinner?”

Allen chuckled…oh this was going to be a wonderful friendship.

Today you just found out your roommate with strange hobbies, like knowing how to pick a lock, knows how every puzzle and cipher by heart, or how to commit tax fraud, and so many other things, wasn't a guy with ADHD, he was an ex-assassin and now you have a gun pointed at your face

[with-my-calamitous-love]

pieces of us both under every city light

katsuki bakugou x reader

katsuki follows all-might’s footsteps and studies abroad in america, leaving you in the winter night alone. long distance angst/comfort, for the yail series 🫧

have a warm winter 5sos nation ❄️ inspired by beside you

within a minute, he was all packed up, his ticket to another world tucked in his pockets, your scarf around his neck.

he doesn't wanna go.

but lord knows how much this trip has costed him. 8 months ago, he would have left without question. he'd have trusted his apartment to eijirou, taken a taxi to the airport and left. but now, things are different. someone is different.

"do you have everything?" your voice cuts through the silence. katsuki turns around, committing all your details to memory as if its the last time. it'll be the last time for a few months, after all.

"yeah, yeah, mom." he huffs, showing you all his suitcases. he's being a dick because he's sad- you know him well enough to read between his lines.

he walks up to you, hands on your waist and forehead against yours. his cologne wafts to your face, while his eyes land on the black fabric of your t-shirt. well, its his t-shirt, but what's his is yours, too.

"text me as soon as you land." you say, hands on his chest. "and don't be such an asshole. people there have your attitude, as well."

he laughs, a small smile curving on his lips while his arms rub your sides up and down. "yeah? everyone's like me? maybe i'll like it then."

"i highly doubt that." you smile.

theres a moment of silence that washes over both of you. silent words are hard to speak, especially when you're all he sees. you make him weak. you're the one thing that can shut him up. and he loves you for it.

"you gonna be okay here?" he asks for maybe the 30th time. your name hasn't been added to the lease, but in his mind, you've moved in. your laundry mixes with his. your beg him for cats that can share the bed with you, even when he religiously says no. he cooks and you wash the dishes. all the things that count are there.

"i'll be fine, kats." you say. i'll miss you. i'll wear your hoodies every night.

you hold back.

"i know, i know you'll be" he says. i miss you more than i want to admit. i don't ever wanna leave you, not even for some trip.

words he doesn't say.

"don't burn my apartment down." he adds. "and don't order in every night just cause i'm not here to cook."

"my cooking isn't that bad, katsuki." you say. "i burned your coffee like, once."

"how the hell do you burn coffee?" he scoffs. "only you could manage that, dumbass."

"yeah yeah, i love you."

"i love you, too."

you're both delaying the inevitable. the banter keeps up, even on the drive to the airport. for a moment, things seem normal, like just some trip to the groceries or to pick up your medication. normal, mundane things that katsuki made feel like 5-star dates. anything can be romantic if its with the right person.

finally, its time to say goodbye. you help him with his luggage, taking in the ambience of the airport. love is felt most when its leaving. even if its for a moment.

"its 2 months." you sigh, more for you than for him.

"i'll miss you, smartass." he says, with zero traces of anything superficial. he prays you don't see his red eyes. he's holding back tears.

you don't notice the tears, because you're too focused on holding back your own. "i'll miss you more."

so with one final kiss and hug, he leaves. so close, yet so far away.

✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚

1 month in.

winter hits hard, snow blazing down, blanketing the streets in cold, ivory petals. winter takes everything down with it, frosting over and obscuring any traces of fall, spring, or autumn. but for all its coldness, there's an undeniable tenderness. everyone stayed in during winter, so you wouldn't look out of place for staying in your bed, wrapped up in clothes that smell like katsuki.

the apartment just didn't feel right without him. there's the obvious things- hanging only your clothes to dry, cooking dinner for one and washing one plate, letting the apartment fall silent. katsuki never liked silence. and though you never minded it before him, you keep the radio on- its what he would want.

you sleep alone. and more than anything, you want your heart to come home. but that can't happen so long as he's miles away from you.

you've told yourself not to call. at first, you two spent everyday on the phone. then maybe once or twice a week. now, katsuki's missed just one of your calls, and now you can't bring yourself to answer his. you don't want to hear his voice and know he's somewhere you can't see him.

the cold seeps in from your fingertips and into your bones. all your stimulus, dreams, and love, frosted over by the winter chill. maybe it froze your tears- you were tired of crying, anyway.

your homesick for arms that won't be home for another month. he never leaves your mind, not even when theres a million things to be done. you have to take out the trash. theres dishes in the sink you haven't touched in a few days. you need to shovel, but thats something katsuki would usually do.

either the heater's broken or katsuki's presence decided to really, really make itself known tonight. either way, you curl up in bed, debating on whether or not to call him. texts work, too. though its hard to type with your fingertips shaking.

you miss him dearly. you wish the winter wind would finally give in, bringing him back to you. you're underneath the same sky, finding solace underneath the same sun. this isn't forever. he will be home. yet, you still wish you could rewind. you wonder if he can hear you, hear your longing.

shaky, cold fingers type out a single message, first. then another. then another.

y/n: i miss you

y/n: ik i've said it like a million times i sound like a broken record

y/n: and i've told u im doing okay but i'm not

y/n: i really fucking miss you kats

y/n: im so tired of sleeping alone, i just wish u could come home right now. and i feel bad for saying that cuz ik you're having fun and i love that for you. i just miss you and i can't help it.

y/n: i'm tryna find the words to say but i dont know

y/n: i just wish i was beside you.

that familiar, blurry feeling takes over your eyes. a few minutes pass before he sees your messages. he doesn't respond as the tears finally fill your eyes.

you turn off your phone, place it on the bedside, and close your eyes.

exactly 5 seconds later, your phone rings.

its almost pathetic how fast you pick up, pressing it to your ear, not caring how cold it feels due to the air around you.

you don't say anything at first. you can't.

"...you don't think i miss you too?"

you almost scoff. "yes, i mean, no, i mean.. sorry." you stutter.

you hear him sigh, that shake in his throat you know all too well. even when you can't see him, he's trying not to cry.

like your hearts beat at the same time, he knows how you feel. because he's feeling the same, sinking down onto the couch of his air-bnb. he's had a shitty day, running into american fans whose obsession with japan is almost a little funny. he's worked hard, training and being better, but its not the same when you're not waiting for him at home.

his heart wants to come home.

"i wish i was beside you." his voice cracks. "god, more than anything, y/n. its like i see you everywhere, but you aren't actually here. its pissing me off."

"oh yeah?" you laugh. god, what he would give to hear that in person.

"yeah, idiot. i saw some stray cats chasing around a damn rat and thought of you." he recalls.

"yeah, i don't know if i miss you as much if you think i'm comparable to stray cats." you disagree, shaking your head. he may say stupid things, but you're just happy its his voice.

"not what i meant, smartass." he scoffs. "i meant... it made me think how you always wanted cats. we should get some, when i get back."

its that promise you linger on. when he gets back.

"yeah... we should." you smile, sniffling back some tears.

the fact that you're crying doesn't go unnoticed by him, mostly 'cause he's crying, too.

theres pieces of you both, under every city light, whether thats in the states or in japan. either way, he feels you, and you feel him. for now, he can survive on the wishing- on the photos of you on his phone, on your scarf around his neck, on the fingerprints left on his heart. all until he can be beside you again.

"its late there." he says, though he can't bring himself to end the call. you bite your lip, hoping he doesn't.

he sighs, closing his eyes after looking at the photo of you in his wallet. "do you want me to stay on the li-"

"yes." you cut him off. you can hear him smile.

it'll work until he can hold you again, until he's beside you again.

[moosesarecute]

December 1st

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Feyre and Rhysand had a calm evening at the River House.

The fire was lit, and they were snuggled together on the couch. Nyx had already fallen asleep, and the couple took the opportunity to have some alone time.

“I have a painting from their mating ceremony to Nesta and Cassian, a new cookbook to Elain and a perfume to Mor,” Feyre listed up Winter Solstice gifts she had planned for her family. However, she was missing one. “But I don’t know what to get Az.”

Feyre looked up at her mate and saw how he was deep in thoughts. She lifted her hand and carefully cupped his face. He leaned into her hand. His eyes met hers and she felt his strong emotions. He was filled with both gratitude and love, but also grief.

“You know Az won’t celebrate Winter Solstice with us,” Rhys told his mate.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get him a present.”

“Yes, it does,” Rhys started. “Az hates Winter Solstice. I’m afraid giving him a gift will only bring back bad memories.”

Feyre sat up on the couch and watch her mate with a careful gaze.

“What happened?” she asked.

She saw how the grief covered Rhys’ face, and she felt how powerful the feeling was. She almost started crying just from that alone. She reached over, held Rhys’ hand and gave it a small squeeze.

Rhysand answered with taking a deep breath and started to explain.

“Y/N was the daughter of my mother’s best friend. She was about two years older than me, but we became friends quickly. She grew up at Windhaven too, but we didn’t see each other often. She was my mother’s apprentice, and therefore also a seamstress. We started to become better and better friends and then Cassian came along, and she became good friends with him too. She ended up moving in with us when she was nineteen, after her mother passed away.

“Y/N was like an older sister. She took care of our injuries after training and did her best to help us with our hangovers, unless her hangover was worse than ours. She was the steady stone that helped all of us through everything. When we lost my mother, or when any of us was scared for whatever reason, she was there. She had the best hugs and made the best stew. Neither Cass or I had ever had a big sister before and neither one of us have ever loved someone that dearly.”

Rhys’ eyes were glistening with tears, but he forced himself to hold it together.

“What about Az? Wasn’t she an older sister to Azriel?” Feyre couldn’t hold back her questions. She had heard a little about Y/N, but never this many details.

“No, she was definitely not a sister to Azriel,” Rhys said with a loving laugh. “They were mates.”

Feyre felt her eyes grow wide. How had nobody told her that Azriel had a mate? However, she soon realized that something must have gone very wrong for her not to know about this before now.

“They spent centuries crushing on each other, but neither one of them dared to admit it. Y/N was in multiple different relationships and Azriel crushed on Mor, but both eventually realized that they were suppressing their real feelings. Their mating bond snapped only weeks before I got stuck Under the Mountain. They were going to have their mating ceremony only days after Amarantha’s party.”

Dread filled Feyre. Amarantha had destroyed so much for so many years and for so many people. She couldn’t imagine spending fifty years under her reign. Feyre had, after all, not even survived three months.

“They decided to be stupid and waited for me to get back before they accepted the bond. They waited for fifty years, just so that the entire family would be there.”

Rhys swallowed in dread and his voice was shaking as he spoke.

“They had their mating ceremony only two days after I returned and then spent a week in their shared apartment. After they returned, I needed Y/N to go on a mission. She needed to use her charm to get some people on our side again after Amarantha. Azriel initially refused to let her go, but eventually Y/N convinced him that it would be okay if they went together. However, they never got to where they were going. They were ambushed and when Azriel woke again after, Y/N was gone. Nobody knows what happened.”

Both Feyre and Rhys had to dry tears at the end.

Feyre hated to be away from Rhys, sometimes even seconds apart was too much. She couldn’t imagine not knowing if he was okay, or if he was alive. Even the thought made her nauseous.

“Y/N loved Winter Solstice. She would decorate the entire Town House and there was always cookies or hot chocolate in the kitchen. Without her, Azriel haven’t been able to enjoy the holiday. Azriel haven’t been the same.”

Dividers by @issysh3ll

[sourprada]

୨ৎ─ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿.

Prompt:⤷ Wanda comes home to find something, or someone, more appealing than the meal she had planned.

Warnings: ⤷ (18+), dom wanda x sub reader, established relationship, fingering, spanking, wanda being a simp, strap on, dirty talk, praise, detailed description of sex.

Word count:⤷ 1.4k

Wanda had just gotten home a from stressful day at work, eyes heavy and head full. As she entered the apartment, she smiled at the sight of her wife cooking in the kitchen. The fragrance of spices and cocked meat filled the air, making Wanda’s mouth water.

You glanced over at the sound of keys jiggling and greeted her with a smile “just in time, baby. Dinner will be ready in a few” — Wanda stepped closer chuckling softly, her arm tightened around he wife’s waist. “Dinner can wait, my love” she murmured, nuzzling her nose into your hair. The older woman pulled you closer, hand coming up to stroke through your soft locks. “You should help your wife relax, sweetheart” Wanda whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And let her take care of you”

Wanda simply held you close, drinking in the warmth of your body, the sweet scent of your shampoo as she listened to the steady rhythm of your breathing. — In moments like these, the rest of the world falls away. The chaos, the danger the ever present threat of discovery… none of it mattered. All that existed is Wanda and you wrapped up in each other, lost in a cocoon of love. — “already craving the desert before the dinner, wands?” You murmured, voice turning sweet. Wanda laughed, low and breathy, her fingers dancing along your spine. She tilted you chin up capturing your lips in a searing kiss. It’s slow and deep, a thorough exploration of her spouse’s mouth. Her tongue delved past your teeth, stroking along the roof of your mouth and trancing the seam of your lips.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were panting, their faces flushed with desire. Wanda’s hand slid down your back, cupping the curve of your ass. She squeezed gently, pulling you flush against her — “This little housewife look suits you so well, my love” Wanda murmured, nipping at your earlobe “is it wrong to keep you all to myself just so I can fill you up whenever I feel like it?” Wanda breathed, her lips brushing against your jaw punctuating her words by rocking her hips forward, grinding the strap on she had packed all day against your ass. The friction sending sparks of pleasure racing through you. — Her hand slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, skimming over the soft skin of your stomach. Long fingers trailing lower, teasing along the waistband of your shorts. “Because I swear, if you keep like this… I won’t be able to stop myself from bending you over on every surface of this house and fuck you till you scream” she bit down your pulse point, sucking hard enough to leave marks

Wanda's eyes flashed with hunger, her pupils blown wide with desire. She surged forward, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. It's all teeth and tongue, a clash of passion and need. “Fuck, sweetheart," Wanda rasps, tearing her mouth away from you. "The things you do to me..." Her hands were everywhere, skimming over your curves, mapping the dips and planes of your body. Wanda's touch is electric, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever she goes. — She hooked her fingers in the waistband of your shorts, yanking them down along with your panties. Ass bared to her, plush and perfect, just begging to be touched. “Look at you," Wanda growled, palming the globes of your ass. "So fucking gorgeous. I can't believe you're mine.” “I’m gonna wreck you, my love.” She promised, her voice low and rough with desire tickling your ear. The older woman pushed you forward, bending your body over the counter, standing between your thighs. — “why don’t you tell me how bad do you want me to fill you up, huh?” Her other hand snaked around, fingers delving between your folds. Wanda groaned at the slick heat she finds there, at the way your body welcomes her touch.

“Want to feel you inside me, Wanda. Please!” You looked back over your shoulder, eyes dark with desire. You bit your lip, a coy smile playing on your lips. Wanda’s gaze roamed you hungrily as you arched your back, presenting yourself to your wife like a cat in heat. Hips wiggling invitingly, silently begging for more. The sight of her lover presented so wantonly, so eagerly, is almost too much to bear. She reached out, palming your ass, kneading the soft globes. Wanda's fingers dip between your cheeks, teasing the entrance. — "So wet for me already," Wanda marvels, circling your clit with the pad of her thumb. "Such a good girl, so desperate for my touch." The woman leans down, pressing a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your spine. Her tongue darting out, laving at the dimples at the base of your back. She reached for the button of her jeans, popping it open and shoving them down her thighs, kicking them off, leaving her in nothing but a girthy strap on. She stepped forward, nestling the thick length of the faux cock against your slick folds. The older woman rolled her hips, grinding against your ass. The head catching on your entrance with every pass.

“Please, Wanda. Don’t tease.” Wanda's heart raced, her breath coming in ragged pants. The plea falling from your lips is her undoing, the final push she needed to give in to the all-consuming desire burning through her veins. “Gonna give you exactly what you want, sweetheart.” Wanda groans, her hips snapping forward. She sinked into your heat, inch by thick inch, until she's buried to the hilt. Your head falling forward, eyes rolling back, mouth falling open in a silent scream as Wanda’s cock stretched your cunt wider. The burn is exquisite, bordering on painful but you crave it. Crave the fullness, the way she’s splitting you open and calming you as hers. Wanda quickly started to move, setting a brutal pace. Her thrusts were hard and deep, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. — "Take it, sweetheart." Wanda growled, punctuating each word with a sharp snap of her hips. Your keening cries filled the room, music to Wanda's ears. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, of Wanda's grunts of pleasure, of the wet squelch of her cock plunging into your dripping cunt. — your nails scrabbled at the counter, desperate for purchase as Wanda pounded into you with abandon. Each thrust rocked you forward, forcing the air from your lungs in harsh pants. Toes curling and back arching as you tried to take her deeper, to feel her everywhere. “So fucking big.” You gasp, voice breaking on a sob. You could feel every ridge and vein of her fake cock dragging along your walls and stroking places you didn't even know existed. It was too much, too intense, but stopping wasn’t an option.

Wanda's hand came down on your ass, a sharp smack that echoed in the kitchen. The sting bloomed into pleasure, sending shockwaves through your body. The sight of her wife coming undone beneath her, lost to the pleasure only Wanda can give her, was intoxicating. Wanda's hips pistoling faster, harder, driven by the desperate need to claim you. — “Fuck, look at you," Wanda panted, her voice strained with exertion. "Taking my cock so well, like you were made for it." She leaned over you, blanketing your form with her own. One hand finding your clit. Wanda rubbed tight circles over the sensitive nub, matching the rhythm of her thrusts. Her thrusts grew erratic, your climax approaching rapidly. The coil of tension in your lower belly winding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. “Come for me, my love," Wanda demanded, her fingers pinching your clit. "Come on my cock like a good little housewife." With a final, brutal thrust, Wanda buried herself to the hilt as the intense waves of pleasure crashed over you, your juices dripping down your thighs. Your walls clenched around her, coming undone beneath her touch. You can't help but whimper and moan, voice echoing off the walls as Wanda pounds into you relentlessly, drawing out every last drop of release. The scent of sex permeates the room, mixing with the sounds of your heavy breathing and the slick slide of skin against skin.

“That's it, sweetheart," Wanda murmured, pressing soft kisses to your sweat-slicked skin. With a coy smile, Wanda tugged your panties back up, the fabric still damp with your release. “Now that’s better. Spending the rest of the meal with your cum soaked panties.” Wanda demanded with her lips curling into a wicked grin. — “Shall we eat?.”

[chillypowder]

Powder Blue

Pairing: Jinx (Powder) x Reader

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Act 3 Healing Vibes

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: Mentions of emotional vulnerability, brief discussions of chaos and destruction (Jinx being Jinx). Overall, it’s a soft and tender piece meant to heal your heart.

Summary:

Zaun isn’t known for its quiet moments, but you’ve always found them with her—whether she’s Jinx, Powder, or the storm in between. After everything she’s been through, you’re her anchor, her “sunshine,” even when she insists she’s the thundercloud. Tonight, beneath the smog-filled sky of the Undercity, you remind her that stars, no matter how hidden, never burn out—and neither does she.

Notes:

This is for all the Arcane lovers who were emotionally wrecked after Acts 2 and 3 (raises hand). I wanted to write something soft and dreamlike, like the kind of fluff you fall into after a heavy rainstorm. Jinx deserves peace and someone who reminds her that she’s more than her chaos. Reader is gender-neutral and full of love. Let’s heal together!

The air smells of ash and copper, but it’s soft, almost like the remnants of fireworks in a summer sky. Zaun always had a way of making things feel heavy, like the weight of a smog-filled sky pressing down on you, but tonight? Tonight feels different. Tonight, she’s here.

Jinx.

Or maybe she’s still Powder to you, even now. You’ve never been able to pick a side, not when it came to her. Not when her eyes, burning with chaos and brilliance, find you across the workshop you’ve quietly tucked yourself into for the evening.

“Hey, sunshine.” Her voice rings like a melody, mismatched and full of energy, dragging you from your thoughts before you can start wallowing. The door slams shut behind her, and her boots clink against the uneven floor. She’s bouncing on the heels of her feet, a grin that doesn’t quite reach her eyes spreading wide as she leans against your desk. “What’re ya doing in here all alone? Didn’t you miss me?”

You blink, still caught between the memory of who she used to be and the whirlwind she’s become. It hurts sometimes, like a pinprick in your chest, but tonight you push it aside. Because if there’s one thing you’ve learned, it’s that Jinx needs your steadiness. Needs the quiet you offer when her head gets too loud.

“Just working on something,” you reply, your voice soft, a balm to her usual sharpness. You motion to the half-finished contraption on the table—a little music box that you thought might make her smile. You don’t tell her it’s for her, though. Not yet.

She tilts her head, her pigtails swaying with the motion, a curious glint sparking in her eyes. “Ooh, what’s that? It looks... fiddly.” Her fingers twitch as if resisting the urge to grab it and take it apart. Jinx has always been like this—a hurricane with hands, tearing things apart to see how they work, only to put them back together in ways no one else would ever dream of.

“It’s... not finished yet,” you say, moving it out of her reach before she can snatch it up.

She pouts, her lips curving downward, and it’s almost enough to undo you. “You’re no fun,” she mutters, but there’s no bite in her words. Instead, she slides onto the desk next to you, her long legs swinging over the edge as she watches you with that unnervingly intense gaze of hers.

You let the silence settle between you for a moment, comfortable despite the unspoken things hanging in the air. The hum of Zaun’s machinery rumbles softly in the background, a lullaby of gears and steam.

“How was your day?” you ask eventually, glancing up at her.

Her grin widens, almost too wide, and she starts talking—fast and animated, her words tumbling over each other as she recounts her latest escapade. Something about a heist, explosions, and narrowly escaping one of Piltover’s enforcers. You know you should probably scold her, tell her to be careful, but the way she lights up when she talks about it makes it impossible.

“And then, boom!” she says, throwing her arms out dramatically. “The whole thing went up in flames! You should’ve seen it—it was beautiful!”

You raise an eyebrow, unable to keep the fond smile from tugging at your lips. “Beautiful, huh?”

“Yeah, like... like a firework,” she says, her voice softening just a little. Her eyes drift to you, and for a moment, something vulnerable flickers in their depths. “You like fireworks, don’t you?”

You nod. “They remind me of you.”

Her head tilts again, and for once, she doesn’t try to hide the way her cheeks flush pink. “Tch. You’re so cheesy.”

“You love it.”

“Maybe,” she says, her grin returning full force. But there’s a softness there now, a quiet understanding that settles in her features like a shadow. She reaches out suddenly, her hand brushing against yours where it rests on the desk. Her fingers are calloused, scarred, but warm. “Thanks,” she says, almost too quiet for you to hear.

“For what?”

“For... I don’t know. For putting up with me, I guess.” She shrugs, like it’s no big deal, but you can feel the weight of her words. She’s always been bad at saying how she feels, always hiding behind laughter and chaos, but you’ve learned to read between the lines.

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” you say, your voice steady. “You’re not something I have to ‘put up with,’ Jinx.”

Her eyes flicker down to the floor, and for a moment, you think she might argue, might push you away like she’s done so many times before. But instead, she stays quiet, her fingers still brushing against yours.

It’s a small thing, barely noticeable, but it feels like a victory.

The night stretches on, and somehow you end up on the rooftop, the city sprawled out below you like a broken mosaic of light and shadow. Jinx is lying on her back next to you, her arms stretched out above her head as she stares up at the smog-covered sky.

“Do you think the stars are still up there?” she asks suddenly, her voice softer than you’ve ever heard it.

You glance at her, surprised by the question. “Of course they are.”

She hums, her eyes half-lidded. “I dunno. Feels like they might’ve all burned out by now, y’know? With how dark it’s gotten.”

You don’t know what to say to that, so you stay quiet, your gaze drifting upward. The sky is heavy with smoke and pollution, the stars hidden behind layers of grime, but you like to think they’re still there, waiting.

Jinx shifts beside you, rolling onto her side so she’s facing you. “You ever think about leaving this place?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

You turn to look at her, your heart clenching at the vulnerability in her expression. “Sometimes,” you admit. “But not without you.”

Her eyes widen, just a fraction, and for a moment, you think you’ve said the wrong thing. But then she laughs, a soft, breathless sound that makes your chest ache. “You’re such a sap,” she says, but there’s no malice in her tone. If anything, she sounds... touched.

“Maybe,” you say, a small smile tugging at your lips. “But I mean it.”

She stares at you for a long moment, her eyes searching yours like she’s trying to find the cracks in your sincerity. But you’ve never lied to her, not once, and you won’t start now.

Finally, she sighs, flopping onto her back again. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sunshine,” she mutters, but there’s a hint of a smile in her voice.

The night ends with her falling asleep against your shoulder, her breathing soft and even as the weight of the day finally catches up to her. You stay still, not wanting to wake her, and let your eyes drift shut as well.

For a moment, everything feels okay.

And for now, that’s enough.

The music box sits on her desk the next morning, finished and polished to perfection. When she wakes, groggy and blinking against the morning light, her eyes land on it, and you watch as her expression shifts from confusion to wonder.

She picks it up carefully, like it might shatter in her hands, and when she winds it up, the soft melody fills the room—a song she used to hum when you were kids, back before everything fell apart.

She doesn’t say anything, but when she looks at you, her eyes are shining, and for the first time in a long time, you see a piece of Powder there.

“Thank you,” she says, and this time, you know she means it.

You smile, reaching out to brush a strand of blue hair from her face. “Always.”

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[thot-writes]

solas needs to be bred btw (and also punished for being such a bad boy)

sub!solas headcanons because he deserves it (18+ NSFW);

Solas is the truest definition of a switch imo, since he reflects the energy people give him, so i think if he were to encounter a dom…. baby girl would fold so fast

he’d be (pleasantly) surprised for sure, but he’d quickly follow the rhythm you’re setting

while i believe Solas piped back in Arlathan, ancient elf sex and modern day sex are a whole different ballgame. where the ancient elves incorporated magic far more frequently, mortals in current times are all about the exploration of the body — and how to push it to the limits

it makes for an entirely different experience, one that Solas hasn’t had yet. In some ways, you’re taking his virginity

he’s touch-starved. he might not even realise it until that first kiss. but in a relationship, he’s all about touching, cuddling, sneaking in little kisses, hand holding — you make having a body feel so much more enjoyable, in more ways than one

definitely a private guy, but if someone were to walk in on a cuddle sesh with you he wouldn’t move away. he’d simply stare, coldly, at the person who interrupted, and speak in a polite but clipped manner

he’s the little spoon obviously. cmon. that man screams “come hold me”

during sex, solas whimpers. a lot.

he’s not one for loud pornstar-esque cries of pleasure (although one might escape here and there), he’s more about quiet whimpers and moans and heavy breathing

he’ll bite his lip if he feels he’s getting too loud

But when he does, you bring your hand to his face and gently pry his lips apart with your thumb.

“You’re being naughty,” you say. “I want to hear your voice.”

Solas swallows, a bead of sweat trickling down his flushed face, and he nods obediently. “Yes, vhenan.”

after that, he’ll deign to not restrain himself so much, but restraint is so heavily entrenched in his being that you’ll need to remind him when he slips back into lip-biting

he. loves. being. at. your. mercy.

bondage, spanking, orgasm denial— all things he’d heavily fuck with. it’s a form of repentance, it’s pleasure, it’s pain, and it’s a release all in one. and you’re the only person he trusts enough to dole it out

LOOOOVES eating pussy (or sucking dick. yes he’s bi i decree it). he’ll happily go down until his jaw is sore, and probably beyond that

he loves to know that he’s doing a good job, that he’s pleasuring you right, and he is rock. fucking. hard. the whole time he’s doing it, even without stimulating himself

loves the aftercare just as much as he loves the act itself. just being safe, seen, and content with you chases away all the regret that he’s bound to feel later

secretly loves if you leave any visible hickeys on him, it’s a tangible sign of your love.

would never admit it, though. probably not even to you

if one of his particularly ballsy agents decide to point it out, he’ll glare silently until their resolve crumbles (which isn’t long when they remember solas is a dreamer who can kill them in their sleep) and they apologise

his agents quickly learn to never speak of solas’ hickeys ever again

probably cries during or after sex. just because it’s such a vulnerable experience.

you never judge him though, you simply hold him and kiss his tears away, which serves as both a balm to his aching soul and yet another knife to his conscience

slips into elven when he’s feeling particularly good. you have no idea what he’s saying, since much of it is obscure, but rest assured it’s the nastiest shit imaginable

which is probably why he’s saying it in elven and not in trade, where you would definitely understand him (he’s far too shy for that)

his ears!!! they’re insanely sensitive, even just a gentle touch on them can make him moan

when solas blushes, his ears get redder than his face does

anyway solas is a hoe and deserves what’s coming to him (love and affection)

[coichii]

Last Christmas - BANG CHAN

pairing - bf!bangchan ♥︎ fem!reader

genre: comfort/fluff est relationship

word count: 1.7k… (I got carried away)

warnings: seasonal depression kind of? It is in a way.

summary : ever since last year, you’ve dreaded the holiday season. the feeling always brought you back to when he broke your heart. but can this relationship with chan fix that idea?

series note : hello !! welcome to part one of my winter series, “winter records of love” where there will be 8 individual short stories for each member :) these stories are based off of songs I deem “winter” feeling ! this story is based off of “last christmas” by Wham!. enjoy !!

This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special

You were getting sick of the Christmas carols and songs already.

The holiday times haven't been very…cheery recently. Last year, you had a not so positive break up with your ex, and as much as you hate to admit it, it tainted the holiday season for you.

It was more than just ending things, it was messy and came with lots of heated and disgusting words directed towards you. The moment he walked out without ever looking back is the moment the chilly wind and gingerbread smell was ruined, tainted with the feeling of abandonment he had given you, and you weren’t sure if that would ever be fixed.

You started dating your best friend, Christopher, not too long after that, falling in love with the way he comforted and cared for you afterwards, looking at him with a new profound love. He fixed the deep cracks in your heart, but fixing the deep hatred for Christmas? You weren’t sure if even he could do that.

◂—♥︎—▸

“Damn I hate the cold.” You shivered, looking back at your boyfriend who was stifling back a giggle. “My nose burns.”

The couch is drowned in fuzzy blankets, but it’s not working. Home alone plays on the screen infront of you, but you’re not paying to much attention. His dorm room even smells of evergreen and peppermint, totally “winterified” to his liking. It has you feeling like the grinch.

“I guess I just have to hold you to make you warm, huh?” He winks, opening his arms and laughing at your playful eye roll. Nevertheless, you find yourself in his arms in less than two seconds, cozying up in his strong arms and warm sweater. “Better, baby?”

“Very much so.” You exhale, nuzzling up into his neck like a cat does its owner. He knows you hate this time, and he knows why. He remembers the night you came to his apartment, tears staining your beautiful face.

He stayed with you all night that day, keeping you from falling down the spiral that could have been a very nasty panic attack, but he’s comforting like that, and you love every moment of it.

“You know I hate this time, so thank you for being with me during it. Im sorry if I’m ruining the time for you.” You whispered, and he can hear the quiver in your voice and see the unshed tears in your eyes when you do.

“Don’t apologize, y/n, you know I don’t mind. Just want to make my baby feel better, hmm?” He consoled, rubbing your back and looking and you with fond eyes. You wanted to belive him, you really did; but it’s hard to when you’ve been told you’re a burden by some of the closest people in your life.

He can tell you’re not buying it, opting to just rub the small of your back in a silent consolement. He wants to find a way to make you feel better, a way to put a new life into Christmas for you, but he’s struggling.

That’s until he thinks of the perfect thing.

“Baby? Are you free Friday?” He asks, looking at you as confusion takes over your features. “Yeah, why?”

“I’m going to take you out for a date.” He responds, snaking his arm around your waist. You frown at this, but you feel guilty. “Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure.” He whispers, eyes burrowing into yours. “Please trust me.” And you believe him. You believe every word.

◂—♥︎—▸

You have only yourself to blame when you find your self shivering in the passenger seat of Chris’s car, but you’re not really complaining.

You guys stopped for some hot cocoa on your way there, so it was helping you warm up as guys drove to a more rural part of the city.

Where were you guys going? You had no idea; he wouldn’t tell you. It had your heart beating with excitement and anticipation, but also nerves. You were sure you would love anything he could do for you, but the feeling was still there.

“We’re here, baby.” He says, grabbing your hand in yours. You look outside the window, surprised when you’re met with an abundance of people, but a practically empty field. “Uhm..where are we, channie?

“Cmon, you’ll see in a second.” He ushers, getting out of the car just to walk to your side and open the door for you, being ever the loving gentleman. You can see the nervousness stirring in his eyes as he helps you out, worrying if his plan will work the way he wants it to. But still, he was to move on.

“Okay, I want you to just trust me and close your eyes okay? I won’t let you trip.” He smiles in satisfaction as you do as asked, grabbing ahold of your hand as he slowly and carefully guides you along the rough, rocky path.

It’s a long, unsteady walk, but you can hear the sounds of crowds getting louder as he walks you to who knows where. “Oohs” and “Ahs” radiate through your senses as he suddenly comes to a stop, letting go of your hands and placing them infront of your eyes instead.

“You ready, baby?” He asks, heart racing with anticipation. Your heart mirrors his, the cold normally bothers you, but with him standing right near you, it’s not as chilly as it normally would be. “Yup! I’m ready.” And he slowly lifts his hands as you open your eyes.

Your eyes are immediately met with bright lights, different colors reflecting their illumination across the pond they were sat next too.

The lights spelled out different words and pictures, some even being animated into various silly motion pictures.

To say you were stunned would be an understatement, it was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. As your mind processes the view infront of you, you slowly start to process what his plan must’ve been. Then it clicks.

He took you here, a place he was sure you’d love to give you a new perspective. He wanted to get rid of the sorrow and grey cloud that hung over this season and fill it with the beauty and cheer he knew you once had. Man, did his plan work.

You can tell it did when the lights start to get wavy and blurry, eyes filling to the brim with tears as one tips over the eyelid, coating your cheeks in the salty moisture.

Your silence had been worrying him the entire time, but he knowingly relaxes when he sees your reaction, engulfing you in a tight, comforting hug.

He holds you as you crave his warmth, rocking you slowly back and forth as a say to console you. He feels the wandering stares of others as they walk by, but he doesn’t care. You’re the only person he cares about in this moment.

“I-I don’t know what to say.” You finally stutter out, burying your face into the crook of his neck where his warm, fuzzy scarf lays, giving you warmth on where the brisk, cool breeze hits your face.

“You don’t have to say anything to me. Just let me show you around, okay? It’s the least I can do for you.” You hear the sincerity in his tone as he speaks to you, so your not surprised when you find your self grasping his hand and he walks with you slowly.

Step after step after step shows a new inch of the land you haven’t seen before, childishly pointing out every new light fixture you see, looking up at Chris with the stars in your eyes as he just smiles at you.

The amount of photos he took is ridiculous in your words, but he knows you’ll never understand how absolutely breathtaking you always look to him.

The lights reflecting onto your perfect hair and glowy skin, the sparkling lights only brightening the ones in your eyes, the way you look with such excitement and purity every time you find a new light fixture? It has him utterly speechless to where he’s surprised with himself.

All he can do is grab onto your hand as you guide him through the crowds, running around like a little kid on a sugar high. Funny how the tables turned; first it was him cowardly leading you, now it’s him being dragged along and begged to stay for a little longer by you.

It has his heart filled with such joy, but your heart? Oh it’s expended tenfold.

The fact he would take time out of his busy schedule, take you out during a season you’re not that happy during, and show you to the most beautiful place you had ever seen before had you swooning.

The thought of your ex never popped in your mind not once, pushed out by the time you spent here with chris. It might be the best you’ve felt in a while, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Not ever.

◂—♥︎—▸

“That was seriously the best time of my life, baby. Thank you so much. I seriously can’t believe you did that for me even after I’ve been a literal grinch recently. It means the world to me.” You confess, snuggling further into the gingerbread decorated blanket that was splayed across his torso.

He chuckles at your grinch comment, cute dimples poking out for just a second. “I’m telling you, baby. You better stop apologizing to me or I’m going to turn into the grinch.” You chuckle, eyes lighting back up again.

“Don’t you worry about that. I know it’s a hard time for you, so I just wanted to give you a new perspective. Don’t ever apologize for feeling how you feel and expressing those feelings. I love you the way you are, grinch or not.”

“Well thanks to you, there wont be a grinch me coming out ever again. I love you, Chris.” And you’re kissing.

Slow and sweet, taking in all the actions of this week to relish in each other. It’s been a whirlwind, but with him by your side, warming you up during it, you’re sure you’ll be okay.

Everything will be okay.

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MDNI 🔞

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Summary: After a failed engagement, you move back home and reconnect with your friends. Maybe, just maybe you can find love with someone you never expected.

Pairing: Yoongi x F. Reader

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Swearing, Cheating (Not Yoongi), Physical Fighting, Arguments, Protected/Unprotected Sex, Toxic Past Relationship,

Genre: Enemies(?) to Lovers, Neighbors to Lovers, Small Town Romance, They own a farm, Hurt-Comfort, Slight Angst, Romance, 

A/N: Here is chapter one. The rest of the story will have regular updates once Wispered Vows is over.

You’ve been staring at the small, hairline crack in Hobi's ceiling for hours now. This has been a routine thing for you to do since you showed up at his small apartment back in your hometown a little over three weeks ago, crying with your suitcases by your feet. You probably looked pathetic. It's been years since you actually saw him in person. You only knew his address from the Christmas cards he sent you that you hid away in your dresser. You never gave him your address, so he must have gotten it from your mom. You're kind of surprised he took you in. You're happy he did. You didn’t want to stay with your mom. If you stayed with her, you would have to hear all about your failed engagement and the last-minute cancellation of your wedding that you had to eat the cost of.  Your bank account is not happy with you at the moment. 

Fuck, Changkyun.  You think to yourself.  He ruined it all with one little sentence. “I don't love you anymore.” Five words  and just like that the two of you were done. The three years you were together seem like a lie. It seemed like it never actually happened. Now, you're wallowing in your bestfriends spare bedroom and staring at a crack in the ceiling. You wonder if he knows it's there.  

“Get up,” Hobi said, barging into the room and jumping on you. Your normally peppy best friend seemed serious without his signature smile. “I'm not letting you do this anymore. I can't watch you lay in here all day feeling sorry for yourself. It’s not healthy. You can help out at the farmers market today.” 

“Farmers market?” You question him with a ‘what the hell’ look on your face. “Are you a farmer? Since when did you become a farmer?” 

“No, silly, I'm not a farmer, but I do own part of one. Come on,” he insists and pulls the covers off of you. You fight with him for a minute, trying to grab onto the blankets to pull them back over you. You wanted to wallow, why won't he leave you be. “We are short-handed today and could use a pretty face. Kookie will be there, and I know he misses you. He hasn't stopped asking about you when I told everyone you were back home.”

You grumble something unintelligible under your breath. You finally let him win as you let go of the blanket and head for the shower. You take your time letting the hot water run over your tired body as it steams up the bathroom. Your eyes close, and  you think back to those five words. I don't love you anymore. How can someone just stop loving you? Was it that easy to break away from someone and act like they were never there in the first place? How was it so easy for him to disregard your feelings? How could he not feel guilty for using your shared bed with others? You silently let the tears fall, and they mingle in with the droplets of water from the shower. 

“Hurry up,” Hobis' muffled voice called out. “We leave in 20 minutes, and you're going no matter what you look like.”

You sighed and turned off the shower. Grabbing your towel, you quickly towel dried your hair the best you could and threw it on the top of your head in a hurry. You honestly don't care what it looked like. It's not like you have to impress anyone.

Leaving the bathroom, you see that  Hobi had gone through your clothes and laid out a sundress for you. It makes you want to cry some more. You've been a bad friend since even before you left town after graduation. Ignoring all of them for what you thought was a better life. A life in the city with a new fancy apartment, fancy friends, fancy food. Yet, when it all fell apart here, he was still willing to help you. Hobi was still there. His friendship was always unwavering. You guys bickered and argued, sure, but he always stuck by you.  You couldn't say the same about yourself after you dropped him and everyone else like a hot potato. Sighing, you grab the yellow dress with pretty red and pink flowers, off the bed, and put it on. It wouldn't hurt to do something for him. It was the least you could do. 

The late August heat made the early summer mornings warm and muggy. The sun was full and bright in the blue sky, its rays heating your skin already causing you to feel sticky with sweat on your bare shoulders. There wasn't a cloud in sight to offer any shade and there was no breeze to be found. Hobi gave you a crash course of what you missed while you were gone as you headed into the farmers market in the center of town. After college, Taehyung went into the corporate world, had an epiphany of sorts, quit his well paying job and bought a farm in your hometown after visiting Jin's cafe in a spur of the moment trip. 

Tannie Farms had started out as just your standard fruit farm but has since expanded with vegetables, and now he is figuring out how to grow nuts. Something that is very much experimental at the moment. He suckered everyone to get involved by investing money that they barely had and becoming part owners. Now it's pretty successful in the few years that they have been up and running, so you guess the risk was worth it in the end. You learned that they donate food to the local schools, the food pantry at the senior center, and they sell to the grocery stores in the surrounding area. It seemed impressive. It was impressive. You felt proud by how far they have come. 

“Everyone has other jobs, though, right? How do you guys find the time to help him?” You had asked him.

“Because, we all love him. You don't give up on people you love,” he told you quietly. “Yoongi is the only one there full time. He actually runs the business and marketing end. Everyone else is just manpower and ideas.”

Min Yoongi, oh how you two always hated each other. You ran in completely different groups in middle school and high school. Him with the jocks and popular kids and you….with Jin and Hobi. You don't even think he knew your name back then, and you definitely never talked. It wasn’t until sophomore year in college that he and Hobi became almost inseparable while rooming together in the dorms. He brought along Jimin, Kook, and Tae into your little group. They were sweethearts, and you took to them instantly. Joon rounded out the group when you met him during your child development class. Yoongi got along well with everyone except you and his girlfriend Chae absolutely despised you right from the start. You always tried to stay as far away from them as you could when you were forced into group activities. It only got worse when Changkyun came along.

You met Changkyun when you both worked on the school's newspaper. You had fallen for his flirty personality and sharp jawline fast. He, unfortunately, had written a horrible article about Yoongi losing the college basketball team's Final Four game and supposedly bringing “shame” to the school's name. You, being the editor on the team, let the article go through. To be honest, you didn't even read it, and  you didn't know that it was going to cause such an uproar. You just wanted to impress Changkyun in hopes that he would like you and officially make you his girlfriend. Yoongi started to act like you didn't exist more than he normally did, and Chae openly hated you after the article was published. She threw such a fit about you and started a smear campaign against the newspaper, which ended with you getting fired. You felt like you were the number one enemy in their eyes. After that, you slowly stopped hanging out with them. You tried to fit yourself into Changkyun’s group of friends instead. They were pretty nice, but it just wasn't the same. 

“Y/N!” You look up and see Jungkook waving at you excitedly from under a large Tannie Farms sign. “You're here!” Jungkook comes around to the front of several white tables that stand under a large tent from where the sign dangles and hugs you tightly. Your eyes widened in surprise at the act of affection. You bring your hands up and tentatively pat his back in return. “Are you back for good? Joon said that you're going to work at his school. Are you going to help us every weekend?”

“Kookie, let her talk,” Hobi scolded him.

“Sorry, I just really missed you,” he whispered to you. Guilt. You feel so fucking guilty.

“I missed you too, Kook. Don't worry, there is plenty of time to catch up. Okay, show me what you want me to do,” you tell him, a fake smile plastered to your face. You link your arms together as you make your way to their spot. 

Hobi and Jungkook showed you how to stack all the produce in wooden crates that they were going to sell and how to keep them looking presentable. The more uniformed they were, the more appealing they supposedly were. They chatted away telling you all of their ideas to expand their products at their spot here and in the local stores as you stacked and fixed the wooden crates like they showed you. They told you how they wanted to start selling baked goods using the fruits and eventual nuts that they grew, but none of them could bake that well. Jin was the closest to making something edible, but it just wasn't good enough. 

“You could help with that!” Kook said excitedly. “Your  breads were always so good when you made them in school. OH! Your birthday cakes were amazing. We always looked forward to everyone's birthday because of your cakes.”

“I never got one,” a deep voice soon joined the conversation. Yoongi walked by you carrying a crate of tomatoes.  

His dark hair that you always remembered him having was now a darker blonde. He looked the same, though. He looked good. He was still handsome with an arrogant aura around him that he always had. You were actually surprised that he was carrying something. You figured business and marketing meant a cushy office, not manual labor. Someone who would never give up his weekend to help work the crowd on a hot summer's day. You thought it was more suit and tie than flannel and ripped jeans. 

“We were never friends,” you shot back at him. 

Yoongi turned and pinned you down with a glare. You swear you can feel your cheeks heat up, and you don't know if it's from anger or attraction. Your small, very, very small, almost microscopic crush from high school might still linger….maybe. 

“Okay,” Hobi says, clapping his hands, drawing your attention back to him. “Our price list is here on the sheet for your reference. Just entice people to come with that pretty face, and Kook will ring them up.” Yoongi scoffs. You quickly pick up an ear of corn to chuck it at him, but Hobi takes it away from you just as fast. “Listen, I know you two have had your differences in the past, but we are actually adults now. Just be cordial, at least.” 

“Fine,” you say, feeling ashamed that you let Yoongi get to you. 

“Okay,” Yoongi agress and shrugs nonchalantly. “I have no issues on my end.” 

“Great,” Hobi says happily with a clap of his hands. “Let's get this party started.”

You and Yoongi pretty much just stayed away from each other, and that was fine with you. He mainly just stayed in the background sitting on an empty wooden crate and typed away on his phone, avoiding having to talk to the customers as much as possible.  Occasionally, he would leave only to come back with another crate of something. It was pretty much smooth sailing until it wasn't.

The farmers market got busy pretty fast. People poured in to get their produce and sweets and peruse the crafts at the various tables. The work was pretty easy. You made small talk with customers and talked them into buying more produce than they probably needed. You saw and talked with a lot of your old teachers, neighbors, and some classmates that you haven't seen since graduating high school. You also met a lot of new people who had moved to town after you left, taking over businesses that you haven't been to in years. It was sad how the town had changed. You're sad that you missed it and you didn't get change along with it like the rest of your friends had. You're sad that you've become bitter and angry. It wasn't the town's fault or your friend's fault. That was all on you.

“Y/N dear, oh, I'm sorry to hear about what happened. Your mother told me everything,” Mrs. Kang said dramatically with her hands on her chest. She was your mothers neighbor and the number one gossiper in your little town. If something happens, she always knows about it. Did someone get divorced? Quit their job? Get arrested? She would be able to tell you everything. Your mother also has a big mouth, so you know that she does probably indeed know everything. 

“Thank you, Mrs. Kang,” you say stiffly. 

“Word of advice. If you didn't make yourself….easily….available before your wedding.  He probably wouldn't have gone looking for someone with more class,” she tells you rather loudly. She did it to embarrass you, and it worked. You could see some of the customers that were lingering by listening to the conversation as your face heated.  “He cheated, right? That's such a shame. I heard your wedding dress was absolutely stunning.”  You can feel the tears well in your eyes, and you try to quickly blink them away. You feel stupid that she was able to call you out so easily on it.  You felt stupid for reacting like this. 

“Are you going to buy anything, Mrs. Kang or just harass my employees?” Yoongi speaks up, coming to stand behind you. His arms were crossed against his chest, and a hard glare set on his face. “If you're not going to buy anything….have a good day.”  Mrs. Kang gives the two of you the sourest of looks and surries away. Great, she'll tell your mom all about this. You turn to look back at him, but he had already removed himself from the area and went back to his phone.  You hurriedly leave the front of the tables and hide around back to try and get yourself together. Too many unknown eyes were on you, and you couldn't stand it. 

“You okay,” Kook asks softly, and you nod your head. 

You sniffle and start shaking your head no instead. He hugs you, and the dam breaks. You start crying, and the tears that you keep trying to blink away won't stop. His hands are gentle as they rub your back, comforting you. You wrap your arms around him and let yourself sink into his hug.  

“She's right,” you tell him as you pull away. “He cheated on me…a lot.”  Jungkook wipes your tears with his thumbs. “I think that I always knew, and I just ignored it. It's pathetic, right? I was so desperate to try and make it work.” 

“Changkyun was always a dick,” he says. “He was always horrible to us when you weren't around. You were always too good for him, and you are better off without him. Come on, don't waste your tears on him. We need to head back out there.”

You take a deep breath and wipe at our face one final time before following him back out.  People like Mrs. Kang was always going to be miserable, and you can't let her affect you. That's what makes them thrive. You saw it in the city with your so-called fancy friends, most of whom you would find out, slept with your then fiancé and you see it in small town people like Mrs. Kang. Who has nothing better to do but make everyone as miserable as they are. You busy your hands and rearrange the bell peppers by color. Green, Red, and Yellow. Perfectly stacked and all uniformed. Hobi comes up to you and kisses your head.

“You're home now. Everything will get better,” he promises, and you smile sadly at him as he rubs your shoulders softly. As he walks away, you notice Yoongi staring at you before quickly looking away when you catch him. You can do this. You can start over and be fine….you are not alone. 

“Hey, what's the deal with Yoongi?” You ask Hobi as you two watched a movie huddled on your temporary bed.

“What do you mean?”he asks back, pausing the movie on the television. 

“Instead of enjoying Mrs. Kang calling me a whore he pretty much ran her off,” you tell him. “He hates me. I've known him since middle school, he's never said one word to me until college. He absolutely hated me there.”

“Yoongi is not the bad guy that you want him to be,” Hobi informs you. “I get what happened in school sucked but I don't think Yoongi was behind any of it.” 

“You're defending him because he's your friend, “ you accuse.

“Do you really think I would stay friends with Yoongi if he had some secret agenda against you? His girlfriend was awful to you. Changkyun was awful to him. They were the problem. Listen,I'm going to head to bed. Just think about what I said,” Hobi kisses your cheek quickly. 

Maybe Hobi was right. You honestly can't really remember Yoongi ever being the one to cause the problems between you two. Sure, he made snarky comments, but he did that to everyone. Chae was the absolute worst nightmare that you ever met. She was the one who got you fired from the paper and bragged about it to your face. It got worse after you and Changkyun officially got together. She was able to befriend your roommate  and got her to turn against you. They had locked you out of the dorm one night. You didn't have your keycard or your phone on you. You had to stay in the lounge until your R.A. made them let you back in. 

It had gone on for months and it got so daunting dealing with her that you had begged Changkyun to write a retraction. He had gotten so mad at you that you would take Yoongi’s side instead of your own boyfriend's.  He told you about how he was falling in love with you and how it hurt that you wouldn't stick by him. You were so blindsided by his confession that you let the issue go. You had made him your life after that. You slowly stopped seeing your friends to be with him. By the time you had graduated, they were almost strangers.  You had thrown away so many years over broken promises and lies. It felt like he had manipulated you.  You hated him for that. You hate him, you hate him, you hate him. 

You felt like a complete idiot because maybe Hobi was right, and Yoongi wasn't the cause of all the drama. You were going to have to come up with some way of apologizing to Yoongi. Not only to Yoongi but to everyone. You don’t expect them to forgive you either.  You just don't know how exactly you're going to do that. Like Hobi said earlier, you were home now, and everything was going to be okay.  

[kruegerspillow]

A soldier's yearning; Simon Ghost Riley fic.

Creators note: I'm back from the dead (again)...... Whoopsie.... Please take this fic as another apology as I had just finished my dreadful exams :(

Summary: Simon had just departed for a short deployment a few weeks before, though, the feeling of longing surrounded you as you waited for his visit.

Warnings: Swearing, not proofread, a pinch of angst with fluff :3

The atmosphere was tense as you laid restlessly in your bed. You held your phone loosely, the sheets were colder than before; and you swore you could've seen someone strangely familiar walk towards your apartment. You shifted once again, trying your best to find a comfortable position for you to sleep in as you looked out of your third story window.

Simon had left for a short deployment without informing you. And, the worst thing is, you had a brief argument with him right before he departed. It was no serious argument, no shouting or insults; just disagreement. Though, there were no apologies, no words, no kisses or hugs. It left you hanging on a loose thread, the feeling of worry gnawing at you. You were never the type to argue without a valid reason and so was Simon; yet, this departure made you feel some kind of way.

Here you are, weeks after his departure, still worrying for him and longing for his presence. You checked your phone from time to time, hoping that he would reply to at least one of your messages. Delivered, delivered and delivered. Not a single response from him. It felt lonely without him, as if a small void was formed inside the chambers of your heart. Sleeping in his bed wasn't going to be a permanent solution, though, you figured it's better compared to sleeping in your own— without a single hint of him. His room smelled faintly like his cologne, and it provided a sense of comfort. You placed your phone on the nightstand, letting out a small sigh before pulling the blanket over you slightly. Soon, without you knowing, you doze off to his scent lingering around you.

Thud.

You heard the small thud and immediately sat up. You looked around your room, looking disheveled. Your eyes caught on the small box that you had accidentally kicked out of your bed. You shifted, your legs hanging from the edge of his bed before grabbing the box. As you moved your head to the side, you saw a small rose that had been placed since the night before.

From: Simon Riley.

You read the small writings on the cover of the box before softly opening it. There was a small letter of apology along with some sweets that he knew you had always loved. Your heartbeat rised before you placed the box aside. You quickly got up from your bed, walking towards the living room quickly. There he was. Your Simon Riley. He was no longer Ghost, no longer the lieutenant when he was with you.

He slept on the couch, not wanting to wake you up or upset you by sleeping beside you, even though it was his bed you were on. His chest softly rise up and down before hearing your footsteps. He nearly jolted up before meeting your gaze, it was full of love— full of relief and desperation. You pounced on him before his hands went to your waist, steadying you carefully so you won't accidentally fall off of the couch.

"Sweetheart…" He murmured underneath his breath, his voice full of yearning and pure affection. He almost seemed like he regretted leaving you for that silly deployment. "Fuckin' hell, you got me weak on the knees, love."

You didn't say anything, relishing the feeling of his arms that found its way back to your figure. Your breath hitched as you rested your chin on his broad chest, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Your eyes had gone glossy in mere seconds, but Simon did not complain; feeling the way his heart ached as he noticed your eyes swelling up with tears. He embraced you in his arms, taking in your scent that he misses deeply.

"Hey, c'mon, no tears, yeah? 'M back here with you, lovie." His voice was soothing, providing security and love for you. "I missed you sooo much. Y'know tha'? I won't ever, ever, let go of you."

Soon, you would realize how lucky you were to find someone like him— a soft, caring man— hidden behind the act of coldness and hostility.

(Please check your phone :( He replied to every single one of your messages!)

[fairlyabookie]

Little things they like about you

Content: lighthearted | wholesome

The fae wasn’t particularly picky with whatever life threw him, as long as he gave himself time and the mental fortitude to handle such. Love, on the other hand, spoke of a different matter. He finds himself craving your presence, just the sound of your voice enough to quell his troubles for the day. 

He sneaks glances of you when he feels your presence, his ears pricking for a tease of your voice, for any sign of laughter or change in tone. Whether he had spoken to you, the fae always found your presence welcoming - your presence enough to do wonders to his heart. Your presence felt like a panacea, a welcome invitation into one’s space. He feels a familiar memory whenever he was with you, fragments of centuries flashing him by as familiar faces wash ashore in the banks of his mind. 

Lilia finds beauty in your hands, so soft and gentle, compared to his callous ones. He’d find himself playing with your fingers, tracing the imperfections, the lines all over your palms. At times, he’d coo at how delicate your hands are, so precious, an image seemingly reminiscent of hands he had held oh-so-long ago.

The quiet tranquility between you and Lilia was more than enough for him, the content smile on your lips, sunlight casting upon your features like a halo - Lilia thought he had found another embodiment of heaven at first sight. He wishes to have this moment a little longer, if he could be selfish, so he can see to your happiness. 

Just as how he was able to raise Sebek, Silver, and Malleus, he wishes to ensure your happiness is everlasting. He recalls a faint memory of long ago: a promise he had made with someone he had loved, the bittersweet sensation of a broken promise, cruel tears bordering the corner of his eyes. Alas, he wishes Fate were kind to him for a selfish wish. For now, he could cling onto your presence, a cruel gossamer existence for a fae like him.

Cater was not used to the concept of sustaining friendships. He was fine with keeping each other posted by viewing each others’ stories on social media, taking pictures together for the memories, and sometimes teasing his peers. He didn’t really mind keeping superficial airs for his peers - his cheery demeanor a usual sight for everyone around him - except for you on the other hand. 

You often reciprocate his antics with a teasing smile on your lips, always ready to quip back when you had the chance. Such reciprocation would catch him by surprise, earning a genuine smile on his lips. He wasn’t expecting anyone to return his little teasings, but a strange sensation akin to warmth would encompass his chest, this very interaction engraved in his mind. 

He would anticipate every interaction with you, anticipating every banter he can think of as a means of interacting with you. Of course, he’d ask for your social media, if you had one, so he can see your posts. Cater would find himself delving into your social media, your likes, and would look for the time to talk to you. 

At first, he’d be quite shy about it, leaving small comments on your recent posts or boosting your post on his story, sometimes DM’ing you about certain things. Of course, he’d love to take the time to get to know you from peering into your story or meeting up with you physically. Yet, in the back of his mind, the thought of you leaving his side haunts him, a bitter pill he might have to swallow if he ever loses you as a friend. 

Soon, he discovers something beyond the screen; your smile, your laughter, your vivaciousness, something he found quite endearing apart from what he normally sees from your social media. He wishes to preserve such happiness, a rarity that he had the honor to experience. For now, Cater had to keep his cool, the sign of a budding friendship a welcoming omen for his social life. 

Kalim very much indulging into you, even if it meant spending his family fortune just for a quick smile. He relishes in the way your eyes light up in delight for every trinket he brings you, his heart soaring as soon as he catches a glimpse of your smile. There was something charming about the way you smiled, the way your lips curl to the corners of your lips. 

If he can perfectly describe your smile in written form, he’d make a poem worth pages long. Such sentiments were pure, sincere, and clear as morning dew, his heart quite heavy with thoughts of you when he peers your smile. If he had a camera, he’d capture the very moment you let your lips curl, an expression he wishes for eternity on your beautiful features. 

Some say a smile indicated of a window of happiness, an embodiment of one’s satisfaction in the present moment. Kalim very much embraced that notion, wishing nothing but joyfulness in everyone’s lives. Such a naive mindset, many would say to Kalim, as life isn’t as simple as making one happy with a wave of a wand. 

Although Kalim was quick to give counters about his naivety, he simply wished for the well-being of others if not bright futures that could merit smiles. In his own words, a smile was something worth protecting, even if something small would bring a temporary smile. 

He keeps your smile close to his heart, immortalizing it in Polaroids, pictures on his phone, and little text messages exchanged between the both of you. Your smile, the sun, radiant in its beauty, fuels his motivation for the day - another reason why he keeps smiling. Your smile was his sun, as he was also the sun itself, ever bright and forever shining. 

[sequinsmile-x]

Pain's Like Cold Water

Emily has a migraine. Aaron, and Jack, look after her.

-x-

Hi besties,

As always, not really sure where this came from, but here is some soft Hotchniss and Jack for you this Sunday evening.

Please let me know what you think <3

-x-

Warnings: None

Words: 2.6k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily wakes up to a pounding in her head.

She grimaces as she rolls onto her back and rubs the heels of her hands against her closed eyes. She opens them and winces, nausea rolling through her as she shuts them immediately, the low light in her bedroom enough to let her know this wasn’t just a headache, but a migraine. 

She’d taken one too many hits to the head over the years, had one too many concussions, and now, every now and again she’d wake up with a headache that kept her in bed all day. She’d be stuck hardly able to move, any light or loud noise prone to make nausea roll through her, and she’d curse the invention of two-by-fours as well as the criminals who wielded them as a weapon. 

She curls up into a ball, chasing her boyfriend’s scent on his pillow as she hugs it to her chest. She starts telling herself that she needs to get up to at least get some meds, to blearily walk to her bathroom and get some painkillers from the cabinet before she sinks back into her sheets, when she hears pounding again. It takes a few seconds for her to realise someone is knocking on her front door, not the sound of her brain exploding in her skull in slow motion.

She curses under her breath, wondering who was bothering her on a Saturday morning as she crawls out of bed. She sways when she stands up, her hand on the nightstand as she steadies herself, her stomach rolling again as she opens her eyes just wide enough to see where she’s going. Her phone makes her jump when it rings from her nightstand the moment she’s out of her bedroom, but she ignores it, settling on solving the mystery of who is at her door before she starts to worry about who is calling her. 

She pulls the door open without looking through the peephole, and without thinking about the fact she’s in a pair of leggings and an old shirt of her boyfriend’s, and she’s met by the sight of the man himself. He’s got his phone against his ear, his eyebrows pinched together in concern, and Jack by his side. 

“Aaron?” She asks, her voice rough as she speaks out loud for the first time since she’d woken up, but before he can respond Jack throws himself at her, his excited yell enough to make her wince. 

“Emmy!” Jack exclaims, hugging her tight, one she returns despite her unsteadiness on her feet and her pounding headache, “I’m excited for today.” 

She blinks to try and clear her head, to try to think of anything other than the pain she could feel throbbing through most of her upper body, and she looks up at Aaron, “Today?” 

Aaron’s brows furrow even further, the crease she loves to press her thumb against making an appearance and he clears his throat, his hands on Jack’s shoulders as he squeezes them, “Buddy, why don’t you see if you can go find Sergio?” 

Jack nods enthusiastically and tears through the apartment, running at full speed as he goes in search of the cat he’d become fast friends with. The moment he’s out of earshot Aaron reaches out for Emily and rests the back of his hand against her forehead. 

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” 

She nods and instantly regrets it, “Yeah, sorry. I have a headache and I only just woke up. I need to take a painkiller and then I can get ready.” 

He doesn’t believe her, and she knows it. With anyone else, she’s sure she’d be able to hide how she was actually feeling, that she’d somehow grin and bear the pain to keep him and his son happy, but he sighs and she knows she’s caught. They’d always been able to read each other like a book - even back when they were just friends. It had only been six weeks since their first date, since what she knew was both of their last first dates, and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so happy. He made her feel safe and loved, even if they hadn’t said the words to each other yet, and she knew she did the same for him. The way they loved each other was soft and gentle - the very thing they both deserved after everything they’d survived. 

“Em,” he says, his hand on her hip as she stumbles ever so slightly as she tries to walk towards her bathroom, “This is clearly more than just a headache. You look…” he drifts off as she raises an eyebrow at him, her smile teasing despite how awful she feels, and he clears his throat, “Beautiful, obviously, but you also look tired, baby,” he tucks her hair behind her ears, “You’re clearly not well. The zoo can wait-”

“No,” she says, grasping his arms when shaking her head makes nausea roll through her again, “Jack is excited. Once I take some painkillers I’ll be-”

“We can go to the zoo any time,” he says, running his knuckles down her cheek, “I saw how you winced when Jack got excited - the zoo will be full of kids that excited. We can’t have you collapsing into the tiger enclosure or something.” He smiles, the smile she was quickly learning was just for her, and she finds herself rolling her eyes at him before she leans forward. The darkness she’s met with when she closes her eyes and buries her face against his polo shirt is bliss, and she groans against him. 

“You’re right,” she says, humming when he kisses her forehead. She knew if his love was enough to take her pain away that it would, that the simple press of his lips against her skin would draw everything out of her aching head, “You two should go, I can come next time,” she mutters, and he furrows his brows as he pulls back to look at her, her eyes barely opening as they meet his, a look of confusion asking over his face, “What?” 

“If you think we’re leaving you here all by yourself whilst you feel like this, you’re crazy.” 

“It’s not nice to call your girlfriend crazy when she feels like crap,” she frowns at him, all the power pulled from it when he kisses her lower lip, “I’ll be fine, Aaron. Seriously. I’ve dealt with this kind of thing by myself for a long time.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,”  he says, kissing her again, “But my point still stands, we’ll stay here. You bought all those movies and games Jack loves so that will keep him entertained,” his smile slips into a smirk, a spark of teasing in it she would have once put money on him not being capable of, “Plus, if you think I’m bad just you wait until he finds out you’re sick.” 

She chuckles and nods, her hands squeezing his arms, “As long as you’re sure-”

“I’m always sure about you,” he says, winking at her as Jack’s thunderous footsteps tear back into the room, and Aaron’s grip on her tightens when that alone makes her wince. They both turn to look at Jack, smiling when they see Sergio lying in his arms like a baby, his purr audible from across the room, “Jack, buddy, the zoo is going to have to wait until another day. Emily’s sick.”

If Emily thought Aaron had looked concerned, Jack looked downright distressed. He walks over, his eyebrows furrowed as he walks over, Sergio still in his arms, and he tilts his head at her, “You sick, Emmy?” 

She looks up at Aaron, then at Jack and she nods, reaching out to push her fingers through his hair, “I have a really bad headache, sweetie,” she says, smiling sadly, “So, I’m going to stay home but if you want to still go-”

“No,” he says, shaking his head as he passes Sergio over to Aaron, something that makes almost matching disapproving looks pass over his father’s and the cat’s faces. He grabs Emily’s hands and starts to lead her back towards her bedroom, a determined look on his face that makes him look exactly like Aaron, “We’re going to look after you. Daddy get Emily some painkillers and some juice.” 

She looks at Aaron over her shoulder, who by now has his hands in his pockets, Sergio somewhere else in the apartment, and a look on his face that could only say I told you so. She can’t help but smile despite her migraine and the nausea still threatening to climb up her throat. Whilst she could look after herself, whilst she could go through the routine she had for years - meds every four hours, warm compress on her forehead and a lot of water - she didn’t want to do that anymore. 

She wanted to let her Hotchner boys look after her, and she wanted to do the same for them. 

“You’re very bossy, sweet boy,” she says, letting him lead her to her unmade bed and she sits on the edge of it, grateful for the low light in the room. Her smile fades a little when she sees the concern on his face, his eyebrows pinched together and his teeth sinking into his lower lip, “I’ll be okay, Jack. I promise. I just need to lay down and get some rest.”

He nods, and Aaron walks into the room, painkillers in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

“Why don’t you go pick a movie for you and me to watch, Jack? I’ll be out in a few minutes.” 

Jack nods reluctantly and closes the gap between him and Emily. He’s much more careful when he wraps her up in a hug this time, as if he’s afraid she’ll break, and she hugs him back. She kisses the top of his head and then smiles at him as she pulls back, making sure to repeat herself before he leaves the room. “I’ll be okay, Jack. I promise.” 

She blows out a slow breath as she takes the pills offered by her boyfriend and swallows them with no argument. Guilt washes over her as she lays down when she realises he hasn’t even taken his jacket off yet, and she blows out a slow breath as he tugs the covers on her bed back over her. He leans down to kiss her before she can speak, swallowing her protest by pressing his lips against hers. 

“We’re staying,” he says, kissing her again, “Want me to stay until you fall asleep?” 

She hums, letting her eyes drift closed as she nods, letting the warmth of his hand on her back, the patterns he’s drawing there, lull her into the sleep she desperately needs, “Hi, by the way,” she says, her voice low, “I just realised I never said that.” 

He kisses her forehead, “Hi, sweetheart,” he smiles against her skin, something she feels rather than sees, “Now get some sleep. You’ll feel better for it.” 

___

She sleeps most of the day. 

He feels guilty whenever he wakes her up, her eyes bleary with pain, but he knows from personal experience it is necessary to keep on top of taking the painkillers to keep her migraine under some control. He’s able to get her to eat something in the early afternoon, a soup he’d ordered in from a place down the street she loves, and he spends most of the day going back and forth between entertaining his son and checking on Emily. 

He’d known something was wrong the moment she opened her front door. Her surprise at seeing them mixed with her barely open eyes all he needed to see. She was always ready and raring to go for a day out with him and his son, her usual distaste for mornings long gone on the rare occasions when they didn’t wake up together. He knew she’d fight it, that she’d claim she was fine and she’d try to push through, but what had surprised him was how easily she’d given in, how lacklustre her arguments had been in the first place. 

Her willingness to let him look after her was nothing short of a privilege, and it was something he’d never take for granted. He’d loved her for a lot longer than he’d admit even to himself, so the fact he could love her now was something he’d spend the rest of his life trying to prove he deserved. He hadn’t said it yet, hadn’t let the three small words slip past his lips because he was afraid. Not because he thought she didn’t feel the same way, he knew that she did, but because he’d loved and lost before. And the thought of losing her was enough for him to keep his feelings to himself, as if admitting it would somehow make it more true. 

As if the reality of losing her would hurt any less if he’d never told her she was the reason his heart beats. 

She grumbles in bed next to him, her eyes barely opening as she rolls over to look at him, “Aaron?” 

“I’m right here, Em,” he assures her, leaning down from where he’d sitting against the headboard to kiss her forehead, “It’s your Aaron,” he looks at his watch, “It’s not quite time for more meds yet, do you want something to eat?” 

She shakes her head and shifts towards him, her arm around his waist as she rests her head on his stomach, “Not hungry,” she snuggles into his side, “Where’s Jack?” 

“Jess came and picked him up,” he replies as he scratches at her scalp, “I promised I’d stay and make sure you’re okay.” 

She hums, “He’s very strict,” she smiles when she looks up at him, “Wonder where he gets that from.” 

He smiles, “It’s a mystery.” 

Her smile fades a little and she sinks her teeth into her lower lip, “I’m sorry about today.” 

It makes him ache. Makes anger for her mother and anyone else who’d ever made her feel like this roll through him as he holds her closer. He looks down at her, and is met with guilt shining in her dark brown eyes, and all of a sudden every reason he’d had for not telling her how he feels disappears. 

“Em, sweetheart,” he says, his knuckles stroking her cheek, “Loving you is a privilege, not a burden,” he assures her, “And I’ll spend the rest of our lives trying to prove that to you.”

She smiles, the first full, real smile he’s seen all day, and she places her hand over his on her cheek, linking their fingers together as she turns her head to kiss his palm, “The rest of our lives, huh?” 

He nods, dragging their joint hands up to kiss her knuckles, “The rest of our lives. If that sounds good to you.” 

She hides her smile against his shirt, “That sounds great to me,” she settles against his side and encourages his hand to her forehead, sighing contentedly when his skin presses against hers, “Where the hell were you and your warm giant hands when I had all those other migraines?”

He leans down and kisses the top of her head, “Waiting for you,” he replies, smiling when she laughs at him, “But me and my giant warm hands will be here whenever you need us going forward.” 

“Good.” She hums contentedly, sinking further into him, “Aaron?” 

“Yes, Em?” 

“I love you too.”

[thedeadstoryteller1]

𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 | 𝑫𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝑷.𝑶.𝑽 | 𝑷𝒕. 𝟐 (𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍)

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐷𝑎𝑤𝑛𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐷𝑟. 𝑍𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑑. 𝐻𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒.

𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑠: 𝐷𝑎𝑤𝑛𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑟, 𝐷𝑟. 𝑍𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒, 𝑀𝐶 , 𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚, 𝐷𝑎𝑤𝑛𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟.

𝐴𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡: 小型发光

𝐸𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑟: @cordidy

“She’s mine.”  His green eyes stare at me coldly in the reflection.  

His words are like daggers in my heart.  Tearing my soul apart with each syllable. 

“Bastard.” I scowl as my eyes open to the faded grey ceiling. 

How dare he judge me? 

He knows nothing…

He calls me a monster 

A nightmare 

But if he only knew the real nightmare 

Imagine watching the love of your life in someone else’s arms. 

Her soft little eyes looking at him, all while you are just a spectator in his mind, unable to reach out and touch her. 

To see her kiss you but unable to taste her lips or feel her lips. 

To hear her moans calling out your name in a passion … but you’re not the Zayne she is calling out too. 

That's the real nightmare Dr. Zayne. 

Watching her be in your arms. 

As I sit at the edge of the bed, the cold breeze of midnight does nothing to me. I’m always in a constant state of numbness. Making my way to the living room I tend to the jasmine flower. Stroking its soft petals as I feed it some water. 

“Don’t worry about me, I’m fine. I’ll be back tonight you'll see.” I whisper softly.

Throwing on my black suite, I head out into the dreadful city, to do my job. Before leaving I look at the jasmine one more time, smiling softly, as I picture her standing in that spot, waving me goodbye. 

“Abomination, you must die.” I pant as I chase the monster before me to the corner. Using my evol, two big ice shards rise up from the ground and with a swift motion of my hand the ice shards pierce the abomination in the heart. It lets out a howl before disappearing into nothing. 

Maybe I am a monster

I sigh in relief as the monster dies, but pain shoots up my arm causing me to drop on a knee. My vision starts to blur, my heartbeat racing. I feel myself fading to the darkness. Placing my back against the wall I let myself go, passing out in the dark alleyway. 

“Zayne… Zayne wake up.”

 Her voice calls me in the distance. My eyes flutter open, adjusting to the brightness. 

I’m in his room.. I’m in his bed.. I’m in his head 

Usually when I’m in his mind, he's able to kick me out. I’m never able to speak or gain control but this….this is different. 

I can feel the bedsheets, I can smell the sweet scent of vanilla that comes off from her. 

The light illuminates her softly, giving her a glow that shines brighter than angels. She has a small smile on her face, my hand reaches out to touch her. 

Just this once. 

As I cup heer check gently I’m afraid I’ll break her if I apply any pressure. 

She takes my hand, embracing it before nuzzling her face into my palm. 

“Hello again.” She whispers. 

I freeze. 

Feeling my heart about to burst out of my chest I try to move away, but she holds on. Not letting me go. 

“It’s okay.” She reassures me. “Don’t be afraid.” 

Looking at her again, my eyes try to hold back tears, but with no avail they let loose and stain the pillow. 

“Am I dreaming?” I mumble. 

“In a way. I asked Zayne to let you in. I wanted to talk to you.” Her eyes are big and shining bright. She is so beautiful. 

“I want to know … what are these things you hunt?” She lets go of my hand and scoots closer to me laying on my arm. I hold her as If I have always held in my dreams. I wrap my arms around her tightly covering us with the bankets. 

“They are people who suffer from protocore syndrome. They turn into wanderers.” My heart skins, knowing that she suffers from the same condition. I hold her even more tightly. 

“Zayne.” She whispers. 

“Yes.” I choke. 

“If it ever comes to that point, I need you to take over and -” She doesn't end her sentence growing quiet before she can say the last word. But we know…we both know what she is asking me to do. She is asking me to end her life… 

“Why do you ask that?” My tears are even heavier than before. 

“Because I know Zayne won’t … he can't. He took an oath and I can never let him go back on that vow.” She whispers again, making little circles on my chest.  

She’s right… he doesn't have the strength to do what needs to be done. 

His hands are used to save lives, while mine are used to take them. 

He is the savior while I’m the executioner. 

“I promise It won’t ever come to that. He’s gonna find a way to save you. I promise….” I place a small kiss on her head wondering who I'm trying to reassure truly. 

I take in her smell, so when this dream ends I can always remember it. 

As she gets up and hovers over me I study her face letting her wipe the tears off my cheeks. 

“No matter what happens. I love you Zayne. You are him, just as much as he is you.”

Let me kiss you just this once.. Please. 

She blushes softly, and as if she was reading my thoughts she places her lips against mine. 

Our lips move in sync, slowly, tenderly. The taste of her cherry chapstick lingering on my tongue.  

I take this moment and store it deeply within me. I never knew how much I needed her lips, how much joy and passion one person can bring into a lonely life. She is amazing. 

Yes she is yours Zayne, she will always be yours. But I love her just as much as you do. 

I feel myself start to drift back into my reality. I look at her one last time before my eyes open to the dark alleyway. 

I touch my lips, still tasting the cherry chapstick. 

Getting up, I make my way home, feeling alive for the first time. 

Once I’m home, I smile at the jasmine and head to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror I stare at my reflection, gazing into my eyes, trying to reach him. 

“I’m sorry you are cursed with me. I’m sorry, I’m your nightmare. But thank you for keeping her safe. Thank you.. For being my beautiful dream.” 

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hiii! i read your fic about reader x vi where the reader passes and omg it broke my heart so…for the sake of my sanity! can we have a pt 2 where it expands on the days afterwards and how vi grieves ! alsooo if you could maybe a time skip where vi either moves on (that girl would NEVER) or she stays single until she herself eventually passes :(( anyway thank u sm!

hello! first off, thank you for reading my fic, and i'm sorry to have broken your heart 🥺 i just had that idea rolling around in my head, and i couldn't help myself. ;-; but i'd be more than happy to do a pt 2 where we look into how vi copes (she Does Not Cope).

tw//mention of character death (reader), vi x f!reader

part 1

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Life instantly becomes meaningless after you die. It's as if the world is void of colour, leaving everything in shades of grey.

It's horribly depressing, but it makes sense. You were what gave her world meaning, you were what give her world beauty and now...you weren't there anymore.

So what was the point of anything?

She slips into drinking again, heavy liquors that numb the pain and made the grey world go away. She's angry, she's fury as she punches anyone who dares look at her for even a second too long. She's tired, exhausted and all she wants to do is sleep. But sleep isn't kind, it eludes her and when she's able to catch it, all she sees behind her eyes is you.

You laughing.

You smiling.

You holding her close and telling her everything is going to be alright.

You.

"You can't continue on like this," Caitlyn says, having appeared at Vi's door five minutes ago. She's a concerned friend, her brow furrowed with worry. "You...this isn't what she would want." She struggles for a second to find the right words. "She'd want you to heal and find some sort of peace and—"

"You think I don't know that, Cait?" Vi interrupts and she sounds exhausted. Her voice is hoarse, dry from thirst and sucking in too deep breaths when she cries. "You don't think I know she wouldn't want this for me?" She gestures around herself, at the mess of her small apartment and the mess that is herself. "I...try so hard to even get up in the morning but it feels so fucking pointless because she isn't here when I open my eyes."

Something akin to pity flickers through Caitlyn's eyes as she watches Vi slump down onto her bed, her head in her hands.

"I loved her for so long," Vi murmurs. "Since I was thirteen and didn't even know what love was." She lifts her head to stare at the ceiling. "And when I finally gathered up the courage to confess to her at sixteen, I was so happy when she returned my feelings." A weak smile curves her lips as she lowers her head, looking right at Caitlyn. "We had plans. We talked about how we were going to leave this place and explore the world. See what we could bring back to Zaun to make it better. We were going to take Powder so she could finally fly on one to those airships and..." Vi trails off, going quiet.

Caitlyn finds herself at a loss for words, unable to compile what she feels for Vi into speech. She knows how grief feels. She's more than aware of how it crushes and consumes you. When her mother died, she didn't know what she was going to do. How she was going to cope when someone so important to her was gone.

She can relate to Vi to some extent but to lose someone you loved with your entire heart, soul and mind...

Caitlyn very slowly makes her way over to Vi and sits beside her. Then she places a careful hand on her shoulder and says, "I'll never be able to fully grasp how you're feeling, and I won't pretend to even try. But...think of her and ask yourself if this is how she'd want you to waste your days."

Vi thinks about it, lets Caitlyn's words dance around in her head before you appear in her mind's eye.

"I'd be real pissed if you just laying about doing nothing," you say, frowning with your arms crossed. "I mean, I'm glad you love me enough to wallow so hard but fuck, Vi."

Vi laughs wetly, tears already forming in her eyes as she stares at you, wistful.

"Shut up," she mumbles before her chest is shuddering with heavy breaths, a thick sob leaving her throat. "I just...I just miss you so much. You weren't, fuck, you weren't supposed to leave."

Your frown turns into a sad smile, and you look away, as if trying to hide your own tears.

"I know, honey, I know," you reply, words thick on your tongue. "And I'm so sorry for leaving you, you know that, right?"

Vi nods, wiping away still falling tears.

"But I don't want you to live this way, sweetheart," you tell her. "Fighting every day and getting shitfaced. I thought we were past this after your pitfigher phase."

That pulls a genuine laugh from Vi, with a snort and all, as she cackles. That has you laughing too, your grin wide and toothy, and God, you're so beautiful.

Even in death.

"I'm losing my mind, aren't I?" Vi says as she looks up at you, and you move your head to the left and right before shrugging.

"Maybe a little bit, but that's fine," you reply before leaning in close, and Vi sighs desperately as your foreheads touch. "But you've never been truly sane."

Vi reaches for you and swears she can feel the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips.

"I love you," Vi rasps, eyes closed tight as she holds you close.

"I love you too," you mumur, and Vi feels your hands smooth over her cheeks. "So do me a favour and try and be happy, okay? Go outside and do something that isn't reckless drinking and violence. And take a damn shower, you're gross."

Vi snorts, smiling. "No promises."

"Idiot." Your voice is loving and fond as it slowly disappears in an echo.

"...Vi?" Caitlyn's voice replaces yours and it's here that Vi smiles, albeit sad but a little bit happier.

"Yeah, this isn't how she'd want me to waste my days," Vi replies before slapping her knees and standing up from the bed. "I'm gonna take a shower and...maybe we can do something?"

Caitlyn stares at her for a second before smiling.

"Yeah, of course we can."

That's my girl, Vi hears in your voice as she goes to the bathroom, and that gives her the extra push she needs.

[purpleqilinwrites]

you.

a/n: i fell in love with homicipher and i couldn't help writing a little something for the most off-putting of all the potential love interests (affectionate)!!! i just had some thoughts about mr. scarletella's origin story and wrote a little something for him.

fandom: homicipher

character: mr. scarletella

genre: general (can be read as romantic)

info: reader can be read as mc

warnings: -

synopsis: mr. scarletella recognises the human who fell into the ghost apartments.

word count: 0.7k

Mr. Scarletella

There was someone new in the apartments.

It wasn't something that happened very frequently. As the self-proclaimed watcher of the apartments, Mr. Scarletella sped through the shadows to the place where the stranger's presence could be felt most keenly.

Irritation prickled across his skin when he noticed the crawling man had found the human first. He scratched his nails against the handle of the umbrella in his hand uselessly, thinking of how best to separate them from the other man. However—

YOU..?

(He looked up at you, peering down at him with a curious look on your face.

Scrubbing at his tear-dampened eyes, he quickly masked his sniffle with an unnecessarily loud series of coughs. Your expression never wavered, and he wondered if you were dumb. Couldn't you tell that he had been crying and was trying to cover it up? Dummy. Dummy, dummy.

You pressed something cool against his forearm. The carton of strawberry milk had begun to sweat in the late afternoon heat, a trio of droplets veering off-course and trailing down his skin instead. The dampness made him feel yucky. It reminded him again that while you were dumb, he was a crybaby. Weak. He was weak. Weak, weak, weak!

He was worse than you.

"Don't cry anymore, okay? They're gone!" You gave him a wide smile, your lips stretched as thinly across as your face as it could go and he could see most of your teeth. He was counting them, including the few gaps between where your new adult teeth hadn't yet sprung up, before he could stop himself.

"—'m already done!"

He snatched the strawberry milk you were offering him, remembering his manners and thanking you only after he had taken a large gulp of the sweet beverage. You didn't seem to care whether he would show appreciation or not, sipping noisily on your own carton of milk.

"Why did you give me strawberry?" he asked. He made sure that he had finished his milk before speaking. That way he wouldn't have anything to share, even if you wanted to try some.

You blinked slowly, keeping your eyes on the playground sand beneath your shoes and the patterns formed in them by the soles. "No reason!"

He snapped his head in the direction opposite of you. There was another yucky feeling in his chest. He knew it was because you'd be smiling at him again. If he looked, he would offer to buy you a new carton of strawberry milk from the vending machine, even if the last of his allowance was for his bus fare home.)

Not a lot of time had passed since you arrived at the apartments, but you managed to make a constant travelling companion of the crawling man. The other man was not a social creature. None of them in the apartments were.

YOU.

I KNOW YOU.

Something about your arrangement with the crawling man rubbed Mr. Scarletella the wrong way. At every instance when he spotted the two of you together, there was that prickle of irritation again, getting hotter each time.

It was almost funny, really. When was the last time he felt like this?

WHY HIM?

He intentionally announced his presence from down the seemingly endless hallway, dimming the already murky lights and artificially painting the whole place red. As far as his eyes could see, he made sure his presence could be seen and felt. If the human was who he thought they were, they would recognise him too.

They liked red. He liked red too.

I LIKE YOU.

The panic in the crawling man's voice was palpable as he approached. Mr. Scarletella swiped his tongue across his lips with much gusto. This was fun. He liked that the other man was afraid. If the human was really you, he would hope someone was keeping you safe in this savage place full of creatures that were worse.

He rounded the corner to where he knew the two of you were and peeked.

It was a mistake.

His blood boiled at the sight. You were cowering at the far edge of the hall, and the crawling man was kneeling to shield you from him.

NO. BAD!!!

WHY HIM?

WHY NOT ME?

[venusswhite]

A Thousand Years | Arcane Vi x Fem Leitora (Part. 3)

After losing everything, [Name] tries to rebuild her life. But what happens when a ghost with pink hair returns? notes: English is not my first language, and I initially wrote this fanfic in Portuguese. With the help of online resources, I rewrote it in English

Part. 2

“But if you call for me, you know I’ll run, I’ll run to you.” - Lana Del Rey

“[Name]! Get under this shower,” Sevika says, pushing my head under the freezing water.

“No! Let go of me!” I yell, sluggish and still drunk from all the alcohol I consumed.

I struggle to escape the icy water, but Sevika holds me firmly in place. After a while, I grow tired and stop resisting.

I just sit on the floor, letting the water cascade over me.

That cold water was actually calming me down. It cooled my once hot, sweaty skin.

My thoughts began to wander. Why was I like this?

I was at the bar drinking because of… Vi.

“Damn it!” I yell, pulling at my hair. “Why the hell can’t I forget her?”

I feel the water stop and a towel land on my wet hair.

“Dry yourself off. I’ll grab you some water,” Sevika says, leaving me sitting on the floor.

I stand up, remove my soaked clothes, wrap the towel around myself, and head to my room.

“Sevika told me what happened,” Jinx says, sitting on my bed with her knees to her chest.

I sigh, thinking about how hard this must be for her.

“I thought I saw her…” I whisper, embarrassed.

“[Name], Vi is dead!” she says, visibly agitated.

I feel tears welling up in my eyes.

“I know,” I mutter, heading toward the chest where I keep my clothes.

“You’re more insane than I am,” she sighs, lying back on the bed. “I don’t imagine anyone who’s dead… well, only sometimes. But I can separate reality from imagination.”

“Of course you can, Jinx,” I say sarcastically.

I get dressed and lie down beside her.

“We don’t need her,” she says angrily, sitting up. “We have each other.”

“Maybe you’re right,” I say, sitting up as well. “It’s just that…”

“You loved her,” she interrupts.

“Yeah. I did…”

“Once, I talked to Vander about you two…”

“About us?”

“I was afraid that if you two got together, you’d abandon me,” she says, lowering her head.

“We would never do that, Jinx. I would never do that. That’s why I’m here.”

“I know… I know I never said it, but thank you… for not leaving me,” she says, her eyes brimming with tears.

“You’ll always be my little sister,” I say, throwing myself on top of her, hugging her tightly. Slowly, she hugs me back.

“Here’s your water,” Sevika suddenly appears, startling us.

“Get off me!” Jinx shoves me, trying to hide her vulnerability from Sevika.

I laugh at Jinx and stand up.

“Thanks!” I say, grabbing the water and placing it on a nearby table.

“You’re losing your mind, [Name],” Silco’s voice is full of disapproval.

I sigh, spinning around in his chair.

“It won’t happen again,” I stop, facing away from the desk.

“I hope not. You can’t fall apart every time you see someone who reminds you of her,” he says, moving closer.

“I know. It’s just… it felt so real,” I say, closing my eyes. “I think because I never saw her body, my mind clings to the hope that she’s alive.”

“You need to accept that she’s gone,” he says, appearing in my line of sight. “This isn’t good for you, and it’s certainly not good for Jinx. You know she feels guilty about their deaths.”

“I know,” I whisper.

“Her sister is back!” Sevika bursts into the room, excited, her robotic arm leaking purple liquid. I turn the chair to face her, and she freezes when she sees me.

“Whose sister?” I ask hesitantly.

“No one’s,” Silco quickly dismisses, stepping away from the chair and giving Sevika a stern look.

Sevika’s breathing quickens, her gaze fixed on me.

“Sevika…” I plead.

“You don’t know her,” she finally looks away.

“Of course not,” I say, getting up from the chair and storming toward the door.

Just as I reach for the handle, I feel a sharp sting in my neck.

“What the hell…” I manage to say before my legs give out and my vision goes dark. My body collapses against Sevika before everything fades to black.

I wake up startled in my room, drenched in sweat, my throat dry. I drag myself to the bedside table where Sevika had left the water and drink it all in one gulp.

Setting the glass down, I notice a photo. The same one I found in Vander’s bar on the day of the accident.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, feeling my head throb. With effort, I get up and head to Silco’s office.

“Silco!” I burst through the door.

But I only find Sevika tied up on the floor, her body and clothes marked with symbols and the word “LIAR” written in pink and blue.

Jinx…

I run through the streets of Zaun, trying to find her.

She knew something. She found out something. I had an idea of what it was, but I didn’t want to give myself false hope.

Could there be a chance she’s alive? I never saw the body, but Jinx swore she did. She guaranteed her sister was dead.

What the hell are they hiding from me?

Out of breath, I stop in an alley. Then I hear a child speaking to the woman holding her hand.

“Mommy, what’s that?” I see the child pointing to the top of a building where a large blue cloud hovers.

What the hell are you doing, Jinx?

I run toward the building as if my life depends on it.

Reaching the top, I see her holding a flare aloft.

“Jinx, what are you doing?” I whisper, sobbing as I approach.

“Liar!” she yells, throwing the flare to the ground.

“Please, Jinx,” I say, moving closer. “Tell me the truth!” She then turns to me, running into my arms and burying her face in my neck.

“We don’t need her,” I hear her muffled voice say.

My mind is in chaos.

“Her who?” I ask, terrified of the answer.

“Powder?” My body freezes. Jinx lifts her head, her body trembling. She stares at the person behind us for a moment before pulling away.

I stay where I am, my back to the voice.

“I swear I tried to come back to you, but they kept me locked up,” I hear that same voice from my delusions.

This isn’t real. It can’t be real.

She’s dead.

I close my eyes, waiting for Vi’s voice to fade away.

“Marcus?” Jinx asks.

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m back. I thought I’d never see you again.”

“Vi…” I hear Jinx say, then footsteps approaching.

Jinx steps in front of me.

“[Name]…” I look into her tear-filled eyes.

In that moment, a flood of emotions washes over me: fear, insecurity, anger.

I felt betrayed. Betrayed by everyone I trusted.

“[Name]?” the voice calls.

No. Please, no. This isn’t real.

Then she steps in front of me, beside Jinx.

The face that has haunted me for years, but now it’s different. Her once youthful face is now longer and more mature. Her eyes are still grayish-blue, with faint freckles beneath them. A scar crosses her lips, and “VI” is tattooed on her cheek.

Despite all the changes, she’s still Vi.

My Vi.

I dreamed of this moment every day.

So why don’t I feel happy? The burning sting of betrayal consumes me.

I trusted them. I trusted her.

I look at Jinx, whose expression is filled with regret and sorrow.

“You lied…” I say to Jinx. “You lied to me. After everything!”

I take steps back, distancing myself from the sisters.

“I just wanted to protect you,” Jinx says, moving closer.

“Protect me? By lying to me?”

“I thought she had abandoned us,” she cries. “So I thought hiding it would keep you from suffering, thinking she left us. Forgive me, [Name], please,” she begs.

“[Name],” Vi speaks now. “Powder did what she thought was best. I’m glad you two looked out for each other.”

But I couldn’t hear anything over my own pain.

“I need to be alone,” I say, turning around only to face another woman. Her clean clothes and hair screamed that she wasn’t from here.

“Is Jinx your sister?” she asks.

“Who is she?” Jinx and I say simultaneously.

“This is Caitlyn, a friend. She got me out of prison,” Vi explains, standing beside Caitlyn.

“So it’s true,” I turn to Jinx in confusion as she aims her weapon at the woman. “Sevika didn’t lie? You’re working with an enforcer?”

“What?” I look at the pink-haired girl in disbelief, joining Jinx and pointing my own weapon at the enforcer.

“It’s not what you think…” Vi tries to keep things calm.

“This is an ambush. They came to kill us,” Jinx says, agitated, her eyes burning with paranoia.“Shut up!”

“We didn’t say anything,” the enforcer replies.

“I’m not talking to you!” Jinx retorts.

“Powpow, it’s okay,” Vi tries to calm her sister.

Bad idea.

“Don’t call me that. My name is Jinx now.”

“No. You’re not a Jinx.”

“I’ve changed, sister. We’ve changed,” her gaze shifts to me.

“I know. We’ve all changed,” she moves closer. “But it’s okay now. I’m back for both of you. Let’s start over… together. Just the three of us.”

“Shut up! I need to think,” Jinx pulls away, her eyes closed.

“Jinx…” I try to get her attention before she does something reckless.

“Did you hear that?” she suddenly points her weapon upwards.

Then I see the Firelights approaching, flying around us.

“Wait! Don’t shoot!” I shout, stepping forward.

But it’s too late.

Jinx fires wildly, while Vi fights them off.

I crouch down and notice the enforcer looking at something on the ground. Following her gaze, I see a blue sphere Jinx uses in her bombs and weapons.

I rush forward, grabbing the sphere before she can and shoving it into my pocket.

“Not today, enforcer,” I smirk defiantly.

I didn’t like her.

“You don’t understand!” she yells.

“I don’t understand? You’re the one who doesn’t understand,” I kick her backward.

Then I run, jumping off the building and being caught by one of the Firelights.

“It’s Vi. She’s not dead,” I shout amidst the chaos.

“What?” he speaks, his voice distorted by some device.

But I didn’t have time to explain. I grab a bomb from his belt and jump back onto the building.

I see one of the Firelights pointing a stake at Vi, who’s lying on the ground. I rush to stop him:

“I’ll take care of her.”

Then I throw the smoke bomb to the ground, shrouding everything in black mist.

“Don’t worry, Vi,” I whisper in her ear and inject a syringe into her neck. She looks at me, surprised, before her body goes limp. I hold her and signal to the Firelight. “Take her to safety.”

He takes her, and as the mist begins to clear, it’s just me and Jinx left in the building.

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After you (PART 6)

(Reader!Nanami's widower / Gojo Satoru)

You sat at the cafe with Suguru watching Choso tell him about a random cartoon show while Suguru gave him the full attention and just when you turned your head towards the door, there was Satoru with Megumi walking ahead of him and rushed when he saw Suguru.

Megumi hugged Choso as the two babies laughed and then Megumi hugged Suguru before running towards you. With a smile you ruffled his long hair; he needed a haircut immediately. Suguru had no idea about what happened between you two.

Watching Megumi and Choso play at the small playground in the café had all your attention even though both Suguru and Satoru tried to include you in the conversation, you'd just hum or nod giving them small answers. "Hello? Yes, ma. Okay, I'll be there, see you soon." Suguru ended the call before sighing, "I have to get going, mom called. We'll meet again, okay?" You smiled at him as he gave your hand a squeeze before muttering, "stay strong, beautiful. Call me if you need anything."

You sighed before getting up calling Choso, "I'll drive you to home." Gojo said and you nodded without saying much. The ride to home was suffocatingly silent only the voice of Megumi speaking to Choso about random things was heard.

Satoru immediately got out of the car after parking to help the kids out of their seats as Choso and Megumi jumped in his arms while you held Yuji making your way inside the house. Once settled in Satoru couldn't stop thinking as he noticed the dark circles under your eyes and the tired look on your face as you gathered the toys from the floor to clean up a bit yet avoiding Satoru completely.

“Are you okay?” he asked, approaching you gently, leaning forward. “You can talk to me, you know. I’m here for you.”

And it all fell apart, a sob left your lips, “I feel like I’m drowning. And I don't know what to do! I can't stop crying. I'm gonna lose my kids and I'm fucking terrified." You sobbed hands reaching your eyes hiding your pain in the darkness.

“Then don’t,” he replied, reaching across the table as he pulled your hands from your tears stained face and giving your hand a comforting squeeze. “Let me help you. Just please, i want to help you! Its killing me to see you like this and in pain. For the boys? Just let me in this and let me do this for you and for Nanamin? I will never forgive myself if anything happened to you or the boys and I'm sure Nanamin would hate me if I don't protect you and the boys. Please."

Fighting back the flood of tears was a losing battle. You broke down again at his words. How could you think of being with someone other than your Nanami? the dam of pent-up emotions collapsing all at once. “I can’t…” you cried. “I can’t just marry you because I need support. That isn’t fair to you, or to me, or to the boys. This is wrong! I don't want to ruin your chance of happiness just because for you to protect me?"

Satoru’s expression softened, and he let go of your hand, creating a space for your pain to sink in. “Darling,” he began softly, “this isn’t just about needing someone. I’d never push you into something you didn’t want. But we could be a family, and I could take care of you all. You wouldn’t have to do this alone anymore. And you're not ruining my chances in anything, I would never live with myself, let alone be in love with anyone if I know I failed to protect the people that mean the world to me. You and the boys are all I care about. I have Megumi. Why would you think I'll go looking for another woman who knows nothing about my child like you do. Someone who won't take care of my Megumi like you did when I was barely able to feed my child lost in grief? Let me he there for you."

As you wiped away the tears, feeling an overwhelming fatigue. The burden of being a single parent weighed heavily on your shoulders already. Perhaps marrying Satoru would provide stability for your sons, especially little Yuji, who barely understood the loss of his father, and Choso, who would soon be old enough to ask questions.

Whipping your tears and taking a deep breath,“Let’s talk tomorrow, okay?” you said finally, voice trembling but steadied by determination. “I…I need to think about it. I need to lay down -" making your way towards the stairs looking for something to support, and Satoru immediately grabbed your hand, leading you upstairs to your room where the boys were already sleeping.

You sat on your bed as he stood on the doorway. "Do you need me to take the boys?" You shook your head. "Do you need anything to eat?" Again you shook your head and Satoru nodded, before leaving he made his way next to you and placed a soft hand on your head immediately making your sob. "Shhh, take care of yourself, Please." You nodded whipping your tears and laying down on the bed. It wasn't long before you fell asleep and Satoru headed downstairs laying on the couch.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of Megumi and Choso playing with their toys in your room, carefree as they had just woken up from their sleep; you could tell from Megumi's and Choso's messy hair, grabbing the watch you saw it was still early in the morning. heart heavy from yesterday, you got up making your way downstairs. And poured herself a cup of coffee, when you noticed Satoru’s soft snoring from the couch as you poured him a cup of coffee and made your way towards him. He had been incredibly helpful since her Nanami ’s passing, always there to lift your spirit yet avoiding his own, even if only for a moment; to the outside world he was the strongest but right now he was as tired as any father can be taking care of his only child and now worried tirelessly about you and the boys. As you sat down on the armchair, the warmth of the early morning broke through your sadness, as did the thought of a future without the constant strain of loneliness for your little boys.

You had made your decision and just then Satoru flinched awake feeling that someone was staring at him, he sat on the couch blinking the sleep away as you handed him the coffee cup which he took with a small smile. “Okay, I’ll marry you,” you told Satoru before he could take a sip on his coffee. His eyes lit up with a mixture of surprise and relief as if a weight of worry fallen of his shoulders. “It would be good for us, for the boys. But we need to take it slow. But if at any moment you feel like it's not the right thing to do and you want out, you tell me. Promise me that."

“Of course,” he nodded as you both shared the silence of the morning.

Before you know it; its been 4 years since that morning now. You found yourself laughing more often, the echoes of joy returning to your home. It was one of the afternoon where the kids would run around the backyard with Satoru playing and you watched him running around with your kids; with Choso and Megumi, Satoru’s close companion, who had become a part of their lives now, he's been nothing but a supportive role model to your boys and always treated them like his own.

“Mommy!” Yuji squealed, grinning wide, his brown eyes sparkling with pure delight as he waved at you.

“I see you, baby.” you called. Their laughter bubbling up as you saw them from where you sat at the wooden porch. That when Satoru gathered little Yuji off the gound making his yelp and burst into laughter as Satoru pretended to bite his face. Before placing him on the ground and he ran away towards his older brothers, Satoru glanced back at you, a content smile on his face. You watched him, marveling at how effortlessly he engaged with the boys, playing tag, lifting them high into the air, and making them scream with delight. Satoru made sure to place framed pictures of your late husband Nanami around the house and tell your boys about his high school year stories, their adventures, their jokes and he mostly made sure to have their fathers memory alive to them. He not once tried to take Nanami's place but tried to be around for all of you. And you appreciated him for that.

“Are you happy?” Satoru asked suddenly as he sat beside you watching the kids play, his gaze steady on you. The question was simple, but it held a deeper meaning that only you two understood. You nodded, a wave of warmth spreading through your heart. “Yes, very much,” you replied sincerely.

Omg! Yes! Finally, I got the chance to update on this. Hope you liked it, and I want to thank everyone who's been so sweet and reading my silly little fincs. I love you all! Xoxo