#man i really thought i was fine but i guess it hasn't been that long and

[hurglewurm]

it's becoming really hard to draw again and I'm scared to go outside alone :))) perfectionist manifestation of the lack of control i feel in my life combined with my usual coping method of avoiding everything forever

[sanguineterrain]

Jason is definitely the type to go feral over his best friend he hasn't seen in years. Hear me out: he's alive again, and not only that, but he's huge. Strong. People are afraid of him. So the reader is in town, walking the streets, and they meet again, maybe when he protects them as Hood. And reader is ecstatic to see Jason again of course and he's the same but also, all he can think is minemineminemine and I WANT YOU. mans is down horrendous for his sweet best friend that he missed and he's been in love with them for so long and now that he has them, he's not giving them up

idk if this was a prompt but i got inspired <3 thanks for stopping by anon

jason todd x gn!reader. feral jason i guess, but really soft jason. jason who yearns to be yours. jason who'd do anything for it, even if it meant one sided devotion... and also, jason who is loved by you. 1.2k words

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"I don't understand why you can't come to my apartment."

"I told you why." Jason's posture is rigid but his tone is gentle. Because he has told you why he won't enter your home. Multiple times. Doesn't mean you don't challenge it every time you meet him on a random rooftop.

"It would be fine, Jay," you say. "I trust you."

"I know. But I don't trust everybody else," he says, words crackling through his modulator. That had frightened you at first; in fact, everything about a newly-resurrected Jason Todd had frightened you. From his height to the guns, you'd been sure that night in Gotham would be your last.

But then it had become clear that cheated death aside, nothing could kill his heart.

"You haven't visited in a while," you say.

You don't mean for it to sound accusatory.

"I know," Jason says. "Been busy. The Bats..."

And you knew. You knew the second you found out that Jason was alive that it would be like this, that he wouldn't be completely yours. He wasn't yours when he was Robin either, perhaps even less so.

And what's wrong with that? You have no right to ask him to be yours. To give you more.

But the recent distance has frightened you. Maybe it's for safety's sake, but your selfish heart wishes that he'd drop that for once.

Then again, there's always that dread in your stomach that perhaps Jason Todd doesn't love you the way you love him. And perhaps he never will.

"Well, I wish you'd call," you say.

This is wrong. You shouldn't be picking fights. Jason doesn't go dark out of cruelty, only necessity.

Jason sighs. "I can't. 'M sorry."

You cross your arms. It's chilly tonight.

"Do you even want to see me?"

He tilts his head. Dangerous.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want to intrude," you say. "You're busy and all the stuff with B, I don't—I mean, I wouldn't hold it against you if you—"

Jason takes two long strides and closes the distance. You swallow the rest of your sentence as he backs you up against the brick exterior of an abandoned apartment. Your heart picks up. You're not afraid; the fear went long ago. You're just... something. You're something about Jason.

The last time you two hugged was after Willis' death. You'd wanted to wrap him in his cape, thought maybe that would make everything feel as small as he'd been.

Now, a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier, Jason clearly does not need a cape. Right?

He takes off his helmet, lets it hang on his hand. His other hand is by your head. You lean back, let your neck go on display. Jason doesn't miss the movement.

"What're you doing, Jay?" you ask levelly.

Maybe he thinks you don't notice this distance but you do. You don't want to push him to talk about it, because as upsetting as it is, you're still strangers to each other.

You are and you're not. He died and he didn't. You grieved and you didn't. You burn and... you burn.

But you're tired of being and not being. You won't let him keep you in emotional purgatory. If he's done with you, he should just say so.

"If you don't want to meet anymore," you start, and let the words hang in the air.

"I—" he starts, then swallows. He tosses his helmet to the side. He doesn't touch you, just hovers inches away. Jason smells like lilac and gun smoke.

"I don't think you understand... my devotion," he says, voice low. "How much power you have over me."

Your eyes widen. "Wh—"

His green eyes reflect the streetlight like a cat's. The sight stops you short. Jason Todd is hot metal on a knife's edge, and it would do you well to remember that.

His hands curl into fists. He shakes his head.

"Sorry," he whispers like a prayer. "Not tryna scare you." His chest rises and falls rapidly. "'M I scarin' ya, sweetheart? Tell me and I'll go home, shake it off. Wait forever. I can be good. Won't want what I don't deserve."

"I'm not scared," you say, and it's the most sure you've ever been. "Not scared of you, Jay."

He breathes a laugh, like he can't quite believe you. His breath is warm on your neck.

"You'd be the first," he says. "The only one."

This, you believe. This, you have wondered some nights, knowing that even Batman isn't sure what to do with a son who lives with death on his shoulder.

"You don't have to devote yourself to me," you say, because that makes you pause. Who are you to be his god?

Jason laughs again, strong and sure. He sinks to his knees in front of you. His white streak glows in the light.

"You think it's a vice?" he asks. He rests a hand on your left thigh, testing. You lay your hand over his, so he holds your other thigh too.

He hums. "You do. You think you're holdin' me hostage."

Jason takes a shuddering breath and flattens his palms over your legs. Then he leans in and rests his cheek on your leg, nose near the apex of your thighs. Your belly flips.

"Let's make one thing clear. My devotion is my only redemption. 'S the only thing that makes me believe I'm not all rotted inside. Makes me behave. In this world and the next, I'm yours."

"I... Jason, you belong to yourself, not me. I don't—"

"You don't have to do anything. If it's too much, then I'll disappear. You can carry on."

You stroke the exposed side of his face. He looks up at you.

He is still. You have made him still.

"I'm yours too," you say.

He shakes his head. "You don't hafta—"

"Do you think being yours is a curse?" you ask, gaze sharp.

"Don't promise something for balance's sake," he rasps. "I'll be yours without you being mine."

Your heart is still. He has made it still.

"I'll keep coming back," Jason whispers, eyes wide. "If you're mine, I can't leave. Y'don't know what you're doing. Don't give yourself to me."

"I do. I'm yours."

His grip tightens around your legs. Jason shakes his head.

"Don't do it," he says into your thigh. "I shouldn't have anyone. I'm-I'm only meant to be yours. Nobody's mine."

But you know. You can slide your finger along his teeth and he'll wait with his mouth open. You can touch his edges and he'll turn his cheek so you won't nick your finger. He would sooner chew his own tongue.

"It's alright," you say, and kneel. You dirty your knees right alongside him. "It's okay, Jason. I know what I'm doing."

His breath hitches. Jason presses you into the brick, tucks his face into your neck. His arms wrap tightly around your waist.

"Sorry," he whispers frantically. "'M sorry. You can push me away. Sorry."

"I won't do that." You hold him and let him take you. "I know you're good. I thought—I thought you were pulling away, and I..."

"I was," he admits, muffled in your skin. "'M sorry. Was the only way I could think of to let you go. You deserve better. Couldn't think 'round you, honeylove. Knew it was a death sentence when I found out that you still lived in Gotham."

"It wasn't," you say. "Best thing that's ever happened to me."

Jason huffs. "You say that now, but..."

"No. I say it now and I'll say it again. Keep me, Jason. I'll keep you too."

[deadghosy]

"You...love me? HAHAHAHHA! You must be out of your sick, pretty little head..."

"You're my angel."

LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR X READER

LUCIFER IS CHECKING his phone as he had messaged you about something important. It's been a while since he seen you after you left with Charlie.

The King of hell himself keeps lifting his phone and putting it down acting as if he isn't desperate to see his favorite person. I mean of course his daughter is like his other half, but no one is his best other half than his first servant who never knew how important they are to the big boss of hell himself.

The king of hell himself is totally not obsessed over you, and totally not protective of you….

god he so is as he wants to hold you again his arms…..

Lucifer fiddles with a duck by him that seems to resemble you with your natural smile and black accessories. "Cmon cmon cmon" Lucifer says as he eyes the phone for any response. Minutes must have passed as he gets off his chair and start to pace back and forth.

"Okay okay..calm downnn Lucifer, you're the man. You can handle a little reunion with them." He says to himself as he grips his hat. He kept pacing not noticing you coming out of the shadows of a corner.

You literally just woke up to see it was an "emergency" on your phone and got ready quickly. You didn't mean wake up to see the king pacing back and forth talking to himself.

"Uuuh how do I start a conversation again...Okay, ask them how the weather is. Or maybe ask them how their day is...." he says as he slumps in defeat . "Ugh this is useless!"

He grabs his phone and looks at it like a rejected puppy as he was about to call you only to hear a voice.

"Sir?"

Lucifer jumps, almost dropping his phone and turns to you quickly with whiplash as he smiles. "My angelll!" He says teleporting over to you and hug you while spinning you around. You looked confused as you were  sure an emergency would make someone not so smiley. Or excited.

"Sir what is the emergency. Are you going to a meeting you don't want to go?" You said asking as you turn into vapor moving out of his hug.

Lucifer falls on his face after you got out of his arms. He picked himself up with a derpy smile as he dust himself off, he looks at you as you are ready for his command as he awkwardly smiles at you.

"Actually there is no emergency..." he said putting his hands together looking at you.

There was silence as you both stare at each other. His derpy expression and your blank one as you looked at your watch.

"...okay bye."

"WAIT NO!" He yells grabbing onto your legs as you stumbled.

"Then sir what is it? Just tell me the truth please." You say at the man below you having puppy eyes as he gets up clearing his throat.

"Almost lost my cool there." He thought as he dust himself again. "I want you..to hang out with me!" Lucifer says smiling with his hands out doing Jazz hands with fireworks.

He did that on purpose to see if it convinced you or not. He knows you can't resist his beautiful fireworks.

"....."

"...."

You sigh as you rub your eyes, he really hasn't changed ever since you left.

"Fine Luci, I'll hang out with you. Just let me notify Charlie that I'm with you."

Lucifer nodded excitedly with a hint of pink to his cheeks after you called him "Luci". As you turned around to call Charlie as Lucifer was pumping the air excited and jumping as he dances with your duck doubleganger.

Charlie had said that it was fine as long as you two have fun. You nodded hanging up as you turn to see Lucifer standing still trying to act as if he didn't do an excited dance.

"She said yeah, so I guess we can hang out. What you want to do sir." Lucifer just stand there before it clicked in his head that his plan worked.

"Oh! Uhm..shit! Welllll we could go shopping." He says pulling out a golden credit card as he waves it between his fingers with a toothy smile.

You hum nodding with a smile, "Doesn't seem like a bad start Lucifer. Not bad indeed."

Lucifer smiles smug at your praise as he holds out his hand to grab yours. You put your hand on his as a gold wave comes over you both teleporting the two demons to the shopping area of the pride ring.

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YOU MUST ADMIT, this was amazing as you almost spent 500k.

Lucifer didn't think you would be spending so much money as he was behind you holding shopping bags. As much as he hates to say it, you have a shopping addiction. But that's what he loves about you. He love that he can buy you things you want without a care in hell.

After you two exited out of the clothing shop, you spotted a bakery. Lucifer was holding your hand while walking, so when you stopped, he stopped and turn to see what you were looking at.

"You want that my love?" He asked looking at your face which showed hunger for sweets. Hell you didn't even care if you heard him call you a nickname, the only thing in your mind was the bakery and what was displayed what seemed to be a [favorite flavor] cake.

You nodded drooling as Lucifer chuckled as he brings you over there with a soft smile. You both entered to be kinda surrounded by demons who either fangirl over Lucifer or was just shock to see the king of hell to be with someone who doesn't even look powerful.

Lucifer wasn't great with the people around so you made shadow bodyguards as they push the demons away while you two order the cake. Lucifer chuckled under his breath as he watches your mouth drool taking the pastry bag with a huge smile. It wasn't expensive but it was worth it.

While you sat at the bench eating the cake with a huge smile and some cake frosting smudge on your face, Lucifer was doing his own thing as he sweats looking at two pair of rings.

One of the pair was duck theme matching rings, while the other had your first letter of your name and the same for Lucifer. So he got two as he sigh, he just couldn't pick only one. So he put the duck theme on his fingers as he smiles at the one that would fit your ring finger.

He smiles at the thought of you wearing the ring he brought for you as he blushes with a soft puppy expression....

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AS YOU FINISH your desert, Lucifer poofs next you with an apple scent and red smoke. Lucifer had a proud smile as he sits next to you and lift your hand.

You raised brow as he puts the duck theme ring on your finger as he shows you with a happy smile he also had one. You must admit it was cute as you put your hand in-front of your face checking the ring. Your silence while checking the ring was making him nervous as he had thoughts.

"Oh no..do they not like it. Damnit! I should've know to put on the golden one with our initials!" He thought as he also thought about you rejecting him harshly.

"You...love me? HAHAHAHHA! You must be out of your sick, pretty little head..." Fantasy you said as you smirk smugly, tossing the ring At Lucifer's face as Lucifer looks defeated.

Your voice snapped Lucifer backed into reality as you smile happily, "Yo, this is so cute Luci!" You said looking at him as he chuckles pulling his collar off his neck a bit. He was relief you liked the ring gift, he looked at your hand and liked how cute you looked.

"Hahah...well I'm glad you like the gift my angel!" He said cheesing his sharp teeth towards you as he grips your hand into his. There was a calming silence between you two as demons walked past.

Lucifer cleared his throat looking away from you but still gripping your hand, "Sooo...what else you wanna do?" He asked looking down nervously.

"Well, it seems we still have time. I guess we could lunch since we mostly just shopped." You said looking at your watch.

Lucifer smiled, "Can it be at my home, I don't think I can handle too much attention." He asked you chuckling as you nodded. You don't mind not being part of the public eye.

The king himself smiles as he poofs out his apple cane and taps the ground as gold waves around the two of you. The shopping bags and you both are now in his palace as he smiles.

"Welcome home dear." He says kissing your hand.

You only chuckled not taking it in an imitate way but a friendly way. But you still felt flustered as he stares into your eyes, it was like he was hypnotized by them as his eyes dilated like a cat. You could've sworn you heard a purr as he smiles lovingly at you until you pointed at the way of the kitchen.

As much as you haven't been here for a long time, you still remember where things were. "Luci, we should get ready for lunch." You says softly towards him as you pick his chin up to face you as he purrs at you with a soft pink tone to his cheeks.

You stare with a raised brow, "Lucifer?" That seemed to snap him out as he just stand there embarrassed of his drunk love for you as he just nods and walk without saying a word.

As you watch him leave, he bumps into a wall before chuckling turning around and doing finger guns at you as he quickly fixed his mistake and run to the kitchen to make lunch.

You chuckle behind your hand as you look at the duck ring, "That dork..." you said quietly to yourself as you let your two pair wings out.

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A WHIFF OF APPLE hits your nose as you are wearing one the outfits you bought from Luci's card. Apparently he painted the card gold as it was originally black as he didn't like colors that were plain like that. When you were alive a black card meant you were the most wealthiest person alive. So you could've guessed that why the card never ran out after you almost bought 500k of stuff.

You walk elegantly to the kitchen where you suppose the king of hell is at. As you walk, the scent of apple and cinnamon hits your nose hard as your stomach growled. Turning a sharp left to the kitchen to see Lucifer out of his white coat as he smiles at you coming into the kitchen.

"Ah, finally took your time getting ready for lunch Y/N!" He says cupping his hands together with a small smile with his sharp teeth. He got up and pulled the chair for you to sit.

He really wanted you to see him being a gentleman as you sat on the chair. He pushes the chair to the table for your liking and sat across of you.

"Soo...it's been a while so I made an Apple cinnamon pie..haha. I hope you like it my angel." He says as a pie suddenly appears in front of you on a nice plate with red markings. You smiled grabbing a fork and eating it. Lucifer also had a piece as he eats, he was hoping you liked the pie as he actually had to look for a recipe instead of burning the kitchen.

Your eyes sparkled with a smile, “Holy shit! This is the best pie I had Luci…goddamn!” You smile wildly at the taste of the pie, it seemed to satisfy your hunger for the sweet lunch meal as Lucifer smiles at your smile as he eats his own pie.

“I’m glad you love it dear. Made it special for you, since I love you and all that.” He said catching you off guard.

“What?”

“What.”

Now Lucifer blush wildly catching what he said, he cleared his throat. “You know, like a dear friend! Hahaha! I so absolutely love you dearly old friend!” He was sweating bullets with an awkward smile as you stare confused but pushed it off as you smiled

“Sure, I love you too dear friend.” You said back as you start to finish eating. As you two talk, Lucifer ranted about how he sucks trying to talk to his daughter based on his depression and loneliness after his wife left him. You nodded as you remembered how Lucifer made you sleep in his room after Lilith left. He was so lonely and had some slight anxiety panic attacks about you leaving as well.

Before you two noticed, it was time for you to go back to the hotel as your hell phone rang at the contact name.

❤️CHARLIE CALL INCOMING❤️

>decline >accept

You picked up the phone as Lucifer grabbed your plate with a hum as he went to put the plates up. You accepted the call as it is your duty to protect the royal family, you heard Charlie asking when you are coming back to the hotel as you could have sworn you heard a pout in her tone.

You chuckled as you look at Lucifer cleaning the plates who is obviously happy to have you next to him. You wanted to leave but you actually had fun with the majesty of hell himself.

“Hold on Char.” You said pulling the phone from your ear as you look at Lucifer.

“Your daughter says it’s time for me to go back the hotel Lucifer.” You say getting up, dusting off your (color palette) clothes.

You couldn’t see his face but his face had a pout as he places the plates down, drying his hands as he sighs. He turns to look at you patiently waiting for his words, but no words came out as he wrap his arms around your waist. His head in your neck as he smelt your signature scent from your body. You could smell his scent was apple with hint of vanilla.

You thought Lucifer was sad that you had to go, and you were right as he hold you tighter to his body. “Don’t leave me…please..” he says softly as his breath hits your neck making you shudder confused at this feeling.

“Uh Hello!”

The two powerful demons jolted from each other not realizing the princess of hell was still on the phone. You quickly put the phone to your ear as you gave her an answer.

“Sorry Char, your dad really needs me. But I can come first thing in the morning. Don’t worry!” You say smiling as Lucifer was doing his happy dance in his head. Charlie sighs sadly but you reassured her that you would be there as fast as you could. She agrees finally and hangs up, next thing you know you are hugged again by Lucifer.

He has his hands on your hips as he smiles nuzzling his face in your neck. You chuckle at his weird gesture as he yawns.

Guess it was time to sleep.

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LUCIFER WAS IN DUCK PJS, while for you were in the bathroom as you looked at this robe he brought without you knowing. If was giving cunty wife vibes as the robe was slick in your favorite color but lighter. Your eyes sparkled putting it on as it felt beautiful on you.

Lucifer was waiting on you as he held his breath waiting to see you in the robe as he heard the bathroom door open. He could’ve sworn stars and a glowing vibe came off your natural beauty as you walked out looking fantastic. He blushes like a wild fire as you smile at him.

“Does this suit me?” You said softly like baby lullaby.

He nods as he starts to purr at the sigh of you, his drink love coming back as he has a loving smile on his face as he looks at you walking to the bed. For you, it’s been a while since you slept in the same bed with him. So you kinda felt nervous, but that feeling went gone as he immediately pounced on you.

He was holding you closely as he nuzzles under your chin, it’s funny how the most powerful being in hell is acting so soft for you. But he didn’t care as he had his eyes half-lidded looking up at you as he stares into your eyes. He slowly moved his arms around your waist as you blush at his movement, he bite his lip but stop as he puts you ontop of him.

“Luci?..” you said weary but he only stared at you as you stare back into his half lidded eyes. “Please…just don’t leave me again..” he says softly as he pulls you close to his chest making you hear his heart beat.

You nodded as a smile grew on your face slowly at this moment. He rubs your back slowly making you tired, your eyes fluttered as you get knocked out seconds later. Lucifer stares at your face and kisses your head with a small gentle smile.

“You’re my angel.”

[delulu-with-wandanat]

Tainted Past

Reader Description: he/they, masculine titles, early 20s.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Masculine!Reader

A/n: So this was inspired while I was playing around in Character.ai (I was being delulu as usual), so I guess shoutout to the creator of Mature!Wanda ai for kickstarting my brain again. I haven't write in a while guys pls be nice :')

Warnings: No warnings for now actually, maybe sadge Wanda, Wanda lowkey being bullied.

Summary: Years have passed since Westview and Wanda finally has the chance to settle down and live the normal she had always yearned for. However, that comes with a challenge as many were still wary of her. Along the way she met a young man in his early 20s, whom took pity on the witch despite all odds.

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It was a huge deal when rumors spread about the infamous Scarlet Witch moving into their town. The same witch that brought upon destructions and chaos, the one who enslaved a whole town. The one that the Dracula from Hotel Transylvania would describe as,

"-Nutsy Cuckoo!" Y/n snorted at their friend's description of the witch, "She's a total nutjob, I'm telling you. She went berserk for kids she DIDN'T even have."

"And afterwards went after a child, no, a literal CHILD!" Their other friend added, "Who happens to be America Chavez, who ended up teaming up with her as well. Hence why she's able to even live freely back into society."

"That's crazy..." Y/n said while shaking his head. The were all sitting their usual cafe, gossiping about their latest neighbor.

"I heard she lives across the street from you. Hey, at least she's a hot MILF right?" Their friend Magdalena joked, which made her receive a cookie thrown at her face.

"Shut up, Lena." She only snorted. As both of his friends were snickering, the two of them stopped and their eyes trailed something behind him.

"What?"

"Speak of the devil..." Victor said as he had a little bit of a disgusted look.

Y/n turned around, and there she was. The Scarlet Witch. She hasn't been seen on any media for the past few years, the last time she was seen, she had a long auburn hair, and was wearing her suit. The look she had right now was a striking contrast to her last appearance on the media.

She had cut her hair, it was now dyed blonde, and she was wearing a casual civilian clothes. Y/n felt shivers running down their spine as painful memories flooded his mind.

"She really wants to be normal, huh?" Victor said under his breath.

"I mean... she's kinda-" Victor elbowed Magdalena on her ribs before she could finish her sentence. Giving her a look that says 'don't'.

The whole cafe went silent when she entered the shop, she awkwardly said 'hi' before making her way to the queue. Everything else was a little bit of a blur for Y/n, as for some reason their heart started beating rapidly. Their fist clenched to the point his friend had to snap him out of his thoughts.

"I'm fine." Y/n responded with a faux smile before focusing his attention outside the window. He couldn't help but to focus on Wanda's voice when she ordered.

"I would like something to drink please." He heard Wanda speak, there was a beat of silence.

"Coffee? Tea?" The barista responded, soundingly uninterested and rude. Seems like the Barista wasn't a huge fan of Wanda, as normally the Barista was always so kind to Y/n and his friends.

"O-oh! Coffee, please." Another silence, "Cappucino, hot."

"That'll be $4.50." She could be heard rummaging through her purse and took out a some money to pay.

"I'm assuming you would need my name-"

"We know." The barista said rather coldly. Wanda could be heard clearing her throat nervously and waited for her order. It didn't take long before they called out, "Cappucino for Scarlet Witch."

Y/n glances at the bar, they noticed how tense she was upon hearing her title. The title she wishes everyone would forget. She gave a forced smile before turning and walking back to the exit. Seems like she was nervous, and then the worst possible thing could happen to someone happened to her...

Her purse got stuck on the door handle as she was about to walk out, causing her to spill her beverage. "Shit!" She cursed.

Y/n's two friends couldn't handle their snort upon seeing the tragedy. Wanda glances at them and awkwardly laughs, "Silly me." She says before hastily walking away from the shop.

"She is just adapting well to us mere mortals." Victor said sarcastically.

As much as Y/n wasn't exactly fond of the witch (for personal reasons), they did felt... a hint of sympathy towards her. He looked outside and saw her seemingly cursing at herself for the embarrassing encounter at the cafe.

Oh she's going to take a while to adapt...

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Y/n looked down at the notes their sister sent them and walked down the aisle to find the item. What seem to be a simple errand turned into a full blown grocery shopping, that bitch.

I just wanted to buy some ramen...

He picked up a bunch of items his sisters needed, and picked a pack of ramen for himself. While he was on the cereal section he heard that familiar voice again.

"Hi, ma'am, do you know where I could- O-oh, yes, that's alright have a good day!" He turns his attention to her direction, from the customers to the staff, they were all ignoring her existence. She visibly sighed and gave up on asking people. That's... what she deserves I guess.

He only saw her again as he was about to pay, they were queued just behind her. Crap.

"Sorry ma'am, we take cash only, the machine is broken at the moment." The cashier told her.

"I... I don't have any cash on me right now." She nervously laughs, "Are you sure? Because the customer before-"

"Look if you don't have cash you can pay with apple pay." Seems like the cashier just wanted to torment her, which she did as Wanda sighed in frustration.

"I don't- I don't have that set up on my phone yet." The cashier only shrugged their shoulders. "Fine. How much was-"

"$27.60" Wanda started rummaging through her purse again, desperately trying to find some cash left. She found... $5, ok that's a start. $10, ok we're getting there.

"Hey come on, lady! You're holding up the line!" The guy behind Y/n yelled, making Wanda panic slightly. Y/n closed his eyes, ugh fuckin-

They opened their eyes again, and Wanda was still hastily searching her bag as people got increasingly annoyed at her. They closed their eyes, agh Jesus fucking christ I better go to heaven for this-

"Ok, is there any-" Wanda's sentence was cut off when hand puts down a $50 dollar bill to pay for her checkout.

"You can just pay me back later." Wanda wanted to refuse, but she internally sighed in relief. The cashier gave Y/n the change and Wanda thanked them with the brightest smile. "Don't mention it." They said giving her a polite smile.

As Wanda walked out of the store, she took another glance at the young boy and smiled to herself. She made a mental note to find the youth later on.

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They didn't understand why they had to be so sympathetic to the psycho witch, especially after everything she had put them through. Everyone was doing just fine ignoring her presence, in fact, Y/n had the biggest right out of them all to ignore that crazy, wacko, mentally unstable-

"There you are!"

A familiar voice made Y/n whipped their head to the direction. Oh no... Don't tell me she thinks we're basically friends now. Wanda walked up to him with a smile, Y/n had a natural instinct to tense up. Just the sight of her, made him clenched his jaw.

"I just wanted to properly say thank you." She said, rubbing her hand nervously. She wore a simple red t-shirt, and jeans. Wanda looked like any normal civilian. If you had lived in a cave, unaware of the outside world, the idea that Wanda is capable of such chaos and destruction wouldn't cross your mind. "And uh... for your trouble."

Wanda then handed him cash of what she owes him. He looked at the money and then her. "This is.... $30"

"Oh you can keep it all." The witch said with a slight shake in her voice, she then cleared her throat. "U-unless you prefer it to be precise I can-" She pulled out her phone from her pocket. "I can use that uh... that app, Vimeo?"

Y/n couldn't help but to let out a chuckle, "Venmo. Vimeo is a like a... it's like Youtube." Am I really talking with this lady?

"Ah... Right, right, I... I knew that." She looked at her phone with confused look on her face. Wanda then let out a soft laugh. "Well imagine my confusion."

"Well, thank you. I could definitely use the extra $2." Y/n said with a smile.

"I should be thanking you." Wanda responded, she bit her lip slightly, wanting to continue the conversation with what it seems like the only person who sees her as a human. "I'm Wanda, by the way, Wanda Maximoff." She hold out her hand awkwardly.

"I uhm- I'm your new neighbor, but I- I'm sure you knew that already." She let out a nervous laugh.

Y/n didn't want to talk to the witch any longer than needed, sharing name would mean they were on first name basis. But if there's anything Y/n hated more... Being left hanging when you hold out your had.

"Y/n, nice to meet you, Wanda."

Wanda noticeably beamed at the fact that they didn't just brushed her off.

"Well I should be heading back. I live just across from you." Shit! Why did I say that??

"Oh then I hope to see more of you!" Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity-

"Yeah, see you around, Mrs. Maximoff." He said politely, giving her a smile and crossed the street to his house. He internally cursed at himself. Idiot!

Wanda turned around smiling to herself. I made a friend...

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For the next few weeks, Wanda never fails to greet them whenever she happens to see Y/n pass. She did that to everyone, of course, but no one ever really bothers to respond. Y/n desperately wanted to avoid her, but it was difficult as she continuously try to interact with everyone. Which... to be honest was quite sad.

He doesn't know why he felt bad, but seeing the woman trying so desperately to join society and no one giving her a chance was such a depressing sight to see. Not that Y/n should care, she shouldn't have done what she did. But...

Ugh... It doesn't take much for him to be polite at least.

So Y/n started to return her polite greetings. Whenever he sees her watering her flowers, she greet him with a wave and a smile. And Y/n does the same. They had to admit, seeing her so happy that someone responded was... kind of cute.

Eugh...

It went on for a while, so you could say they were on a friendly term. And Y/n had no plans on furthering that relationship. At least by choice.

"Hi there, Y/n!" She greeted with her usual smile and wave. It had been about 2 months since she lived here. "How's your morning jog?"

"Hi, Mrs. Maximoff. Uh... It was alright, nice weather today."

"I agree. Say, you fancy joining a party? I'm having a housewarming party this evening, you should come. There will be plenty of food." She asked with hopeful eyes.

"Uh..." Say no, say no, what the fuck are you- SAY NO. "I'll have to see, ma'am. I have a pretty packed schedule today."

Wanda tried to hide her disappointment as much as she could. She had heard tons of those excuses for days now, at least he was polite about his rejection. "That's alright, darling! I'm just across the road if you change your mind. And feel free to bring some friends!"

"I'll keep that in mind, Mrs. Maximoff. See you around!" Y/n said before going back to their house. They leaned on the closed door and sighed. Their sister looked at them expectantly.

"She invited you as well?" She said with a raised eyebrow.

Y/n sighed before answering, "Yeah..."

"I don't know why she even bothers. Not like anyone would take her up for it." His sister said dismissively as she went back to the living room, settling on the couch.

Y/n joins her and grabs the remote, "Maybe she has change."

"You've got to be one mentally ill fucker to say that, especially coming from you." She added, waiting for him to pick a movie. "Did she hex you or something-"

"I'm perfectly fine." Y/n sighed. "I just... Look she does seems like some woman who's trying to live a normal life."

"But she's not a woman, Y/n. She's a monster." She rubs her temple. "A lot of people gone mad in Westview, I'm sure you remember."

"How could I forget..."

"She could try all she wants, but I won't give her the benefit of the doubt. And I won't stop you if you decide too..." They looked at their sister who smiles at him gently. "The beauty of it is that you have a choice now, none of her victims did."

He looked at the floor, his sister could see the gears in his head moving.

"Though I have to say you are one mad son of a bitch if you did."

ᗢ----------ᗢ

I am one mad son of a bitch.

They thought to themselves as they rang her doorbell. I could still change my mind right? I can run-

"I'll be right there!"

Fuck!

Wanda opens the door, delighted to greet her guest. "Y/n! So glad you could make it."

"Hi, Mrs. Maximoff." They took in her dress, well she does look good. "You look stunning."

Wanda gave him a smile, "Thank you. Please, come in!"

They entered the house, it was cozy, small, homey, there were very little pictures hung up. They did notice one family picture, and what it looks like and old frame of her and her late brother. Her informations was easy to find on the internet, yes Y/n did their research.

The house was decorated for party mode. There was some snack on the table, fruit punch, and a few other things. However, it was missing a key ingredient...

"Sorry, am I early?" He turned to Wanda.

Wanda sighed, "Early is uh... one way to put it. You're the first one here the others must've been late. They said they'll stop by." She puts on a reassuring smile, but Y/n had a feeling she must've felt devastated.

And in fact, Wanda was. This housewarming party was her attempt to prove herself to the neighborhood that she was in fact not a threat, maybe make some friends... But no matter, she had one guest now.

"Take a seat!" She said enthusiastically, "Would you like something to drink?"

"Yeah sure, I'll get some fruit punch, looks really refreshing." The two settled down on the couch, there was a moment of awkward silent between them.

If there's one thing Y/n couldn't take, it was that.

"Here." They passed her the gift bag they had brought for her. "It's an old record player I had lying around, I don't ever use it anymore and I thought it would go with uh..." He searched for the right words, "Someone of your generation?"

Wanda took the gift with a smile and gave him a funny look, "You make it sounds like I'm old." She said jokingly. "But thank you. You didn't have too, but I appreciate it."

It was a red colored Crosley turntable. It was portable, and had a built in speaker. Her heart swelled at their gesture. "There's some vinyls in there as well, I hope you like the Beatles."

"I love the Beatles."

"I'll help you set it up." He said with a kind smile. Wanda decided to put the record player in her living room, perhaps some tune would help set up the mood. They plugged it in and Y/n made her choose the album. Wanda scanned the various albums, looking at the front cover and the back with a smile on her face.

She puts on one album and the song 'Twist and Shout' started to play. "Now this is a party." Wanda said, earning a chuckle from the youth. She then lightly bop her head into the song, twisting her legs like one of those old style dance. For a second she seems to lost her self into the music.

Y/n had always seen Wanda in... sort of a negative light. But seeing her smiling, dancing, just interacting with her on a more personal level... They were starting to see Wanda in an entirely new light.

The woman then turns to face the youth, she had a bright smile on her face as she made a 'come here' motion to him. "Not much of a dancer?"

They let out a laugh and joined Wanda. "I'll have you know I'm an incredible dancer."

Music was the exact ice breaker that they needed, they wen't from keeping their distance to even occasionally twirling each other playfully. Y/n had to admit, he was having fun with the witch. Wanda had a contagious laugh, an intoxicating energy, a smile that could light up a whole room, and she was so so... beautiful-

Why am I thinking about her like this?

"So Y/n, tell something about yourself. I'd like to get to know my neighbors better." Wanda asked once the music ended and it started playing a much slower song in the albums. They sat on the couch with a snack dividing their space.

"Oh I'm just your typical fresh graduate, ma'am. Still trying to find where I'm gonna belong here in the workforce." Y/n responded with a dry chuckle.

"I'm sure you'll find your place." She look down at her drink with a small smile. "Friend of mine always said there's a place for everyone in the world."

The way she said it so softly, made tugged something inside Y/n's heart. She really is just trying to fit in the world like the rest of us.

"And you, ma'am? Who is Wanda Maximoff?" He asked teasingly, getting more comfortable with her each minute. He popped some chips in his mouth, anticipating her answer.

"Me? Oh you know... I'm a retired old psycho witch." She said jokingly.

Y/n couldn't help the snort that came out of them, "Sorry-" Ok. She's got humor.

Wanda laughs and waved him off, "Don't be." She thought for a second before answering properly. "Well... I'm sure my informations are out there. Former Avenger turned villain, was... a threat to humanity once, served my time of redemption and here I am."

"Those are old news." Y/n said. "I'm asking along the lines of, who is Wanda Maximoff. What does she do for fun?"

Wanda tilted her head at his question, tiny smile creeped onto her face. No one... ever really asked her that question before. Wanda took a drink of her fruit punch before answering.

"I..." She cleared her throat, "I enjoy reading in my spare time, I love gardening as you can tell." Y/n listen intently with a soft smile on their face. "I like board games, I have a few collection of those, and... cooking."

She finishes with a smile. "Not the answers you were expecting?"

"Yeah... I honestly expected potions brewing." Wanda bursted out laughing at his response. A genuine hearty laugh. "With cauldrons and everything." He said jokingly, trying to get more amusement out of her.

She's so cute when she laughs.

"Don't tell me you think witches do potions brewing do you?"

"They don't?!" He asked in an exaggerate tone, which amuses Wanda further as she shook her head still with a smile on her face.

She then leaned against the her seat. "Maybe some do."

"Did you also had a wand like Harry Potter?"

The two shared another laugh, and they fell into an easy conversation from there. Wanda learned that Y/n lives with their sister, his parents were retired in Vancouver, Canada. She made a mental note to travel there as it seems like a wonderful place to live. Y/n just recently graduated from University and had planned on moving to New York once they had saved enough money.

Y/n learned that Wanda was also fond of drawing, painting, anything art related. She drew flowers that she grew in her garden mostly, but she occasionally draws a portrait of people. And she was actually pretty good.

Wanda gave him a tour of the house, her kitchen was surprisingly well equipped. Her living room had a 4K flat screen TV. She shyly admits that she enjoys watching movies and shows so she wanted put a little more money on investing in a decent screen. Y/n couldn't judge, they binge watch Netflix all the time too.

The clock soon hits 11 o'clock and Y/n remains the only guest at her party. He felt pity on her, as he could see from all the drinks and food, she really went out of her way only for no one to show up. They would assumed that Wanda felt sad and depressed, but to quite honest, Wanda was so happy that even one person attend her party.

Y/n was kind and polite, they treated Wanda like she was their neighbor instead of some witch. She couldn't be more grateful.

They were playing a game of Jenga when she noticed how late it was. "It's getting late." She told him as he was pulling out a block of wood from the tower with pure concentration, he was even sticking out his tongue.

"Mhmmm... I just need to-" The tower then falls and he groaned in frustration. Wanda laughs at his adorable nature. "You did that on purpose, you just wanted to kick me out!" He jokingly accused her.

"I did not!" She playfully shoved his shoulder. Y/n helped her cleaned up the block of woods before being escorted to the front door by Wanda. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Maximoff. I had a really great time."

"Please, just Wanda." She smiled at him. "And I should be thank you. This is the most fun I've had in a long time."

"So did I." He smiled at her while stepping outside. "If you need anything, I'm just across the road. Don't hesitate to stop by."

"I will, thank you." She smiled sweetly at him. Y/n walked backwards while waving goodbye at her.

"And I want a rematch!" He said before finally turning around to walk back to his house. Wanda laughs saying 'Of course' under her breath and closed the door.

She leaned against the door and let out a happy sighed. I really made a friend!

Smut next chapter homie? 👀

[naffeclipse]

Finished your latest chapter, and I was at rge ended if my seat from beginning to end. Amazing!

And at the end of the chapter I thought of an inquiry:

What if y/n is a hunter/fisherman instead of a photographer? How would they have met, and what would the dynamics be like? Would they bring each other kills to give to the other to show off? Or in Eclipse's case, courting gifts? Still would figure y/n wouldn't realize what Eclipse is actually doing.

Oh, man, I just flashbacked to Fisher Y/N from Deep Waves but for an AP fisher? They'd be a bit disgruntled and grumpy. Very hard working, set on the task and won't stop until it's done. They've got a shell that rivals crabs. Very gruff but has a heart hidden somewhere under all those brusque layers.

Of course, you're spooked when Eclipse pops his head up (he's a lot more terrifying, not trusting humans on their boats with their harpoons.) Still, once he sees that you're alone and also, well, pretty, he tones it back a bit to actually talk to you while still dangling you halfway off your boat above the icy cold of the sea. You manage to yell at the siren to put you back. While Eclipse does so, he promises to bring you fine fish, the best of the best. You wave him off like "Yeah, yeah, as long as you don't ruin my nets and don't kill me."

The next day, he's got a fat catch. You thought you got rid of him, but like a stray cat that's been fed once, he's back. If he can chat, he can help you push the nets onto your boat so the fish don't flop out and get away. You might pick one cod out (the best one but you would rather die before admitting so) and toss it to Eclipse for his lunch, as thanks, or something like that. Eclipse would beam at the exchange of gifts so soon but you're too busy trying to not slip on the half-frozen, half-wet deck to notice.

You know sirens are bad news, but you have the mindset of 'Eclipse hasn't killed me yet, and there's work to be done, so I better hop to it.' That kind of attitude, however, is what gets you into Eclipse's mandated cuddle sessions as he decides you've been working too long and require a break. Guess who is getting yanked across the deck, forcibly cradled, and persuaded to take a twenty-minute break by a large, touchy siren? You, of course!

It's unusual to endure this kind of attention (and maybe you thought no one would touch you like this, make you feel like you're not just a ghost on the sea.) You put your shoulder to the wheel and get the catch while navigating Eclipse's hands of avarice.

You learn quickly that there's no use trying to get out of his arms once he has you. You also learn that he likes seals, but you try to catch squid and even, once or twice, small sharks for him to snatch on. He returns the favor with a bounty of fish and even guides you to better fishing spots. He's always eager to hand you the fish he catches to you personally. You don't think too much of it when you take it in your gloved hands and his grin widens. (You think he looks infatuated whenever you stumble upon an old seashell or half-plucked feathers or shiny, chipped scales and figure he might think it's pretty, but you don't take it to heart—he probably just likes trinkets.)

One day, when the sea is calm and the fish are nowhere to be found, Eclipse decides you are due for a break. You both lounge on the deck of your smelly boat. You don't even push away Eclipse's hands while precious work minutes slip by, resting your head on his chest to his great pleasure. Eclipse manages to coax a few confesses from your lips with a few slippery musical notes in his voice. You really don't know why you start rambling like this, like a fool. You tell him you don't have anybody, but nobody has you. Sometimes, you don't feel like a person because the only time you talk to another human being is when business over the fish is conducted. You're so used to not having anyone to talk to that when you talk to Eclipse, your voice becomes hoarse and dry, but you don't mind. You don't mind at all, lately.

He tells you in that way of his that is as true as the sun and moon that he has you. You don't believe him, but you pull out a little... gift you've been quietly crafting for the past while you've known him.

Now is as good as ever to give him a simple piece of jewelry you made with a cord and yet another seashell that's so old and pale pink that no one will notice or care for it, but he takes it from you with awe. He ties it around his wrist and shows you how pretty it looks against his black and white markings. He says you need to strengthen your voice. You need to talk to him more. He will listen, and he will listen when you sing, too. The mere thought of you singing of all things jars you enough to finally pull you out of this fancy and get you back on your feet, scouring the sea for fish to catch.

Eclipse is still wearing the seashell when he drops back into the water, and he doesn't let you out of his sights on the sea. You're left to wonder if you're a fool for giving a siren a gift or for feeling pleased that he wears it so proudly.

[coyoteprince]

Some thoughts on the masculine side of my gender experience and how it ties into vulnerability

I am nonbinary, I believe some flavor of fluid, but I just read as a goth cis woman to the layperson. That's fine and good, there is a safety and privilege in being stealth even with the alternative way I dress, but there also feels like a safe with something precious I keep locked away in me.

I take comfort in referring to myself as a "woman with a man's personality" and likening myself to a kelpie or nymph: beautiful, soft, but merely a vision of a woman: in reality underneath the gossamer, a beast that fails man's words.

Occasionally, something stirs to life in me, similar but different: those feelings of masculinity. I am naturally positioned by my genes (I can grow a shitty sparse beard) and temperament to have some secondary features- but thats it.

And yet, when the pangs of longing ache, they come on suddenly and harsh and I feel trapped.

There is nothing I can truly do to feel comfortable with the swing of identity. Only shapeshifiting back and forth could satisfy me which is impossible. Yes, I could seek hormones or surgery, but I have decided for now to not for a variety of reasons. As part of that, I've always been rather... defensive and secretive about the masculine part of my identity. I have a secondary masculine name I only allow people I trust to call me, and this dumb tumblr post is the first time I'm admitting some rather personal things to the public eye.

I'm well aware today many won't respect the nature of my gender just because I am a ~nonbinary girl~ and not seeking permanent transition, but even before that the thought of being trans was too much for me.

The first time I realized I was trans I wasn't older than 15 and noticed the thoughts I was experiencing about wanting to feel like a boy. It frightened me so bad that I vowed to never give it attention again specifically because I already knew I was queer, mentally different, being abused, and "didn't need another target on my back". Haha. Hahaha

Ignoring those thoughts hasn't been too hard except when I see the ghost of my identity. Then it is overwhelming, like a wave crashing over me and threatening to sweep me into the tide. Painful and exhilarating all at once. Before I know it, it's gone again.

I read and watched The Outsiders in middleschool, as did many. I latched onto Johnny, a greaser kid with an abusive family who tried to play tough but was really just an incredibly scared, sweet runt. I couldn't for the life of me figure out why I identified so hard with him but hindsight is 20/20. Despite the hamminess of Outsiders, I continue to hold a fondness.

Later, when I became comfortable with my nonbinary ID (something that was quite difficult for me) and an adult, I saw another ghost. A theme now set: soft hearted greasers. The first time I heard this I curled up and couldn't stop replaying it even though it made my chest ache.

Finally, the last ghost I've seen and what really made it all click for me was Izzy.

I was neutral of Izzy for the first season (sorry my old man fucker peers), but seeing him become disabled and starting to soften made me intrigued. Then, the drag scene and him singing: I yelped in excitement, bewilderment, and bawled like never before. It was the most intense gender euphoria I've ever felt. Izzy shot to the top of my favorite characters ever in an instant with all he grew to embody.

I guess I identify with boys clad in leather, forced to become rugged in all the wrong ways. Underneath, a natural softness terrified but desperate to show itself.

You can see this in Waite, too: A handsome, dark man who is oh so soft underneath. It's no secret that in my story over time he accepts his nonbinary identity and allows his truth to be seen framed by carnations and frill. Perhaps he is what I wish I was.

On the other hand, Degare is somewhat closer to my reality. A gender all his own, effeminant masculine mannerisms, fairly feminine dress, breasts and vagina and all- though he is still often more masculine than how I present. In contrast to Waite's uneasy fear of judgement, he tries to guard his natural softness rather aggressively out of fear of being taken advantage of.

I'm sure to many reading this I sound like a transmasc "egg" that hasn't cracked yet. To others, very mentally ill. Maybe to some who are fluid, they know the wish-washy feelings.

Either way, I'm a proud freak and I've worked hard to not allow others to hold power over how I view myself anymore. These past 4 years through a cocktail of treatments (though meditation and practice have been the biggest game changers) I've diligently learned how to balance being openly loving to all and authentic- yet protecting my energy and staying sure of my identity no matter another's opinion. Misery loves company and bitter, paranoid gossips and I no longer get along.

Softness, kindness, vulnerability for others and yourself are all difficult, at times seemingly impossible things to achieve when you come from a harsh upbringing and live in a world bombarded by bad news. Change in your view and behavior is excrusiating. But I believe striving for authenticity and love is the most important thing we can do as humans in this life.

Whether I end up transitioning down the line or staying as I am, I've learned to cherish these flashes of masculine desire and be empowered by vulnerability- and I don't regret it.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

are you accepting requsts for 1.6 stuff? if so, may i get all of the SVE bachelors (especially magnus) reacting to their spouse witnessing the new Mr Qi event at the summit and becoming Very intimidated by him? bonus points if the farmer went through the SVE ??? mature event

⚠️Warning: Spoilers for SDV 1.6 update event and SVE Mr. Qi mature event under the cut!

Ok, a little preface: I had a little trouble comparing the logic of opening the Summit location in vanilla SDV and SVE (I know it's just a game and a lot of things don't make sense, but it's important to me, so shhhh!). In SDV the location is available after reaching Perfection, and naturally the new 1.6. event with Qi will be when the Farmer reaches Summit before reaching Perfection. Whereas in SVE this location can be opened earlier with the help of Clint.

So. Let's pretend this is the situation in SVE when Farmer hasn't yet accessed Summit with Clint, and they reached that location using "cheat" magic. I just don't really want to break 4 walls and imagine that this world is just a game, so let's consider it magic (scythe and glitch magic, lol).

Thanks for the ask, dear anon, and enjoy! 💕

Lance:

Too much, it's all too much. The second time Farmer has been admitted to Harvey's clinic in critical condition, they haven't told Lance anything about what happened, and they're still enveloped by thin threads of unnatural magic. Very powerful and dark magic. Not their magic. Good thing thar clever pink-haired adventurer had managed to inform Camilla, Magnus, and the heads of the Ministry about this strange occurrence that still plagues the Farmer. Except that even Lance didn't expect things to be this bad.... He longs for action to protect his dear spouse, but the Ministry has ordered him to bide his time, and that's what kills him the most... This feeling of helplessness before an unseen enemy and Farmer's face that tries to hide the fear and pain behind a fake smile. Lance isn't vindictive and doesn't usually harbour grudges, but when he finds the culprit behind all their troubles, he'll make this person pay for every second the Farmer has spent in misery and horror.

Victor:

Victor is already in total despair. He sought help and advice from everyone he knows: friends, his mother, even some folks from Zuzu City. The poor guy was asking everyone since the Farmer themself wouldn't tell him anything, always saying that "everything is fine." Fine?! It's not fine! Victor knows that the job of an adventurer is difficult and challenging, but in his heart he senses something wrong. And while the worried young man stood on the porch, completely absorbed in anxious thoughts about his spouse, a mysterious woman appeared to him out of nowhere. "We're guessing what happened to Farmer, but we're not 100% sure." Victor could barely restrain himself from rushing over to Camilla and grabbing her by the shoulders, begging her to tell him what she knew and why his Farmer was acting like this. "Shh, there's no need to panic. We'll try to do whatever is necessary, but we need your help." Is it really that dangerous? But he's willing to take the risk, for Farmer's sake.

Magnus Rasmodius:

"What do you mean we can't find the source of this damn magic?!" It had been a long time since Magnus' colleagues had seen him in such a rage, but what was there to be surprised about? Almost any man whose spouse had been subjected to possible abuse, cursing, and maybe even physical or psychological torture would have gone berserk. Magnus was no exception. However, this enemy was no ordinary man at all, but the very same obscure individual that the Ministry had long been wary of. And now they came again and started to frighten Farmer. It is not known why the stranger is so interested in his spouse, but no one dares to harm Farmer. Even if the Ministry doesn't help him, to hell with it. Magnus has enough friends and colleagues who will not leave him in trouble and, if anything, will protect Farmer.

[crisiscutie]

Okay, so I finally thought of another request here for you, hope it's not too much trouble.^^

A darling s/o who suddenly surprises them with sudden love and affection. They are not overly clingy like them but s/o just begins to listen to them more and calls them her husband happily. You can use Rufus/Vincent/Cloud for this one.

Rufus: He is a busy man. He knows he hasn't been spending much time with his darling lately and he feels guilty. But he has to clean up the mess his late father left behind. How unfortunate that "tragedy" deeply affected the company... Despite that, his darling has been understanding, as evidenced by her comforting words lately. Rufus knew she was coming soon, and he hoped the romantic candlelit dinner he had set up would make up for it. Maybe he'd even get the chance to give her the special prize he's been saving.

Rufus would then feel a rush of warmth when his darling appeared out of nowhere, almost toppling him over in his office chair. When he asked her what was the occasion, his darling would happily state she's just happy to finally see her husband in flesh as she peppers his cheeks with kisses. He would smile back, pecking at her lips as he removes her from his waist. As his darling inquires about their evening, Rufus will coyly look at the glinting, mako-encrusted band just barely visible from his desk. Perhaps this night will be the perfect one to propose.

Vincent: Amid his solitary musings, he was surprised when he felt his darling's arms wrap around him from behind. He would already recognise her scent as he gently drew her close with his arm. She carefully pulled away the fabric and buckles of his red cloak, her intention to reveal his lips. His darling then exclaimed with joy that she's glad she caught him in his usual spot. She confessed she had been missing him. Vincent would give her an inquisitive look, and with a little smile, ask if she really meant it - even when they had just seen each other the night before. She would giggle a yes and place a gentle kiss on his neck.

The darling will then ask Vincent if there was something wrong with a wife wanting to see her husband every night... Afterward, the only sound was the beating of her heart as the long, uneasy pause lingered. Just as the darling was about to take back her words, Vincent's deep voice cut through the silence.

"I guess not," he says. As he pulled her in for a passionate kiss, his red eyes glimmered with a faint sparkle.

Cloud: After a recent skirmish, he would stand in his typical pose as he closed his eyes, and released a long, drawn-out sigh. He and his party faced off against a stronger enemy than they were used to. His body jolted at the sound of his name being shouted. Suddenly, he's swept up in his darling's embrace, feeling her lips cover his chest in kisses. Heat rose to his cheeks as he scolded his darling for sneaking upon him, especially since he was still holding the Buster Sword.

His darling would take a step back, her sorrowful expression making him feel guilty. Cloud exhaled quietly, reassuring her things are fine as his concerned eyes scanned her face. What has gotten into his darling? Did something happen? Cloud's darling then confided in him she had been feeling anxious, and seeing him get hurt in the last fight only intensified her worry.

"Hey. I'm fine, don't worry." Cloud's mako eyes, full of conviction and compassion, bore into her when he said his words. His darling would look up at him, her smile widened as she clung to his arm. Her lips moved in a sweet melody as she proclaimed that Cloud's the best husband she could wish for. Cloud's face grew hot as he stumbled for the right words, his mind racing to comprehend her last statement.

"d-don't say that..."

[resi4skz]

The Runaway pt 2

Pairing: gang leader!chan x fem!reader

Synopsis: you run into the famous boxer gang leader as you're running away from your crazy ex. But what happens when you find your way into the leader's icy cold heart?

Warnings: none for this chapter lol maybe swearing and kissing!

Pt 1 here

You jolt up, feeling like a truck had ran you over. You groan as you lift your arms to rub sleep from your eyes. Opening your eyes, you finally notice you're not in your room or apartment. You sigh as you lay back down again. These bedsheets were so soft that made you want to go back to sleep but a knock interrupted your thoughts. You sit up again. "Yes?"

"It's me," the voice comes from the other side of the door. You stand and walk over to the door, opening it to reveal the same man from last night. "Sleep well?" He asked as he took your presence in.

"Somewhat," you replied.

"Hmm," he eyes you from bottom to top. "I'll have our doctor look at your wounds later but breakfast comes first."

It was like he was determined to feed you till you couldn't take another bite. You couldn't say no because it had been a while since you last ate a proper meal. Before John would only give you the food to eat, watching how much you eat. So you thanked god for giving you real food, not milk and cereal for days on end.

After breakfast, Chan walks with you through the long hallways, leading you to a room. Upon entering, you see beds laid out in rows with fresh crisp bedding as a man wearing a white coat walks in front of your view. "You must be Y/N."

He was handsome. He had black bair, slicked back with a few strands hanging above his eyes. And he was wearing eye glasses which completed his look. "Y/N, this is Dr. Hwang Hyunjin, our best doctor."

Dr. Hwang shook his head. "I'm not the best but I can take a look at your injuries if you'd like?"

You blinked. Once. Twice. Before you realized he was talking to you. "Oh! Yes. My injuries."

Dr. Hwang motions for you to sit on one of the beds. "Now," he inpects the brusies on your shoulders and arms. "These don't look too bad. Can I see your stomach and ribs?"

You gulp, nodding slightly as you raise the hem of your shirt up and watch as Chan's gaze hardens. "Fucking hell," he curses.

"As I expected," Dr. Hwang very cautiously and softly presses on your ribs. You jerk and hiss away in pain. "That's very badly bruised. I'm guessing he kicked you here?"

"How did you kn-"

"Know? Honey, you're not the first woman to come here that hasn't been beaten up by their husband or boyfriends."

"Oh."

"Fucking hell, I'm gonna kill that bastard," Chan growls.

"Calm down," Dr. Hwang jots down notes on a clipboard. "Channie hyung, I think she may have a broken rib if she was kicked."

Chan turns around, looks at you then back to the doctor. "Fine. I'll be outside if you need me." He looks at you once again before walking around.

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After getting the xrays, Dr. Hwang finds no broken ribs so he gives you a prescription of very strong painkillers. Once you stepped outside the clinic, you find Chan sitting on a chair, on his phone. When he looks up, he immediately is in front of you. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah. No broken bones," you replied.

He lets out a sigh. You wondered if he was worried about you. It made your heart swell a little. "Good."

Both of you then wall, side by side, as he walks a step in front of you. When you reach his room, you hesitate. "Why'd you save me?"

"What?"

You turn around. "Why me? You could've left me to die, declined when I asked for help."

"Do you think we just leave people stranded when they ask for our help?"

"Well, no but-"

"The Venom may be a vicious boxer gang but we take pride in helping other when in need. Like we did for you."

You were speechless. Partly, because you were surprised to know that such a famous boxer gang are.....big softies. "Thank you. Really."

"You're very welcome."

"Channie!" The sudden voice of a female comes from the right of us. You turn my head to see a very petite girl, wearing jean shorts and a black shirt. You didn't get a chance to look as you get yanked by the man in front of you.

"What-"

"That's my next door neighbour who can't get the hint."

"And how is that my problem?" You asked.

"Please. Consider this as you owing me for saving you. Help me so she can finally get the hint!" He pleads.

"Fine," you agreed and looped your arms around his torso. Holy he's built. "Is this fine?"

He turns his head and sees the woman approaching closer. "Fuck me."

You snort. "Don't get mad at me later."

"What?" He says, turning his head back.

"This makes us even," you reply to him, yanking him down to your lips. His arms immediately slide around you, caging you in his arms. A surprised whimper escapes your mouth and you can't help but open your mouth more, letting his minty taste invade your mouth.

When he finally pulls back, his eyes are clouded with something you can't seem to put into words. "I thought we said no kissing in public."

You blink at him and then your brain comes back to reality, glancing at the woman standing 10 feet away with a frown on her face. Right. You're pretending. "yeah, well," you trace your finger from his pectorals down to his abs, "some people need to take the hint that you're taken."

"Hmm," he hums in response as he licks his lips as he eyes dart to yours. "Fuck, Y/N. I'm not a fan but you just made it easier for me to love public affection."

You giggle when he dips his head down to the crook of your neck, leaving small kisses. "Channie, please. We have company."

He groans and lifts his head. "Chan, who's this?" The petite woman asked. Was that annoyance in her voice?

"Hi, Clara," he says, his voice laced with disgust.

"Oh, this is Clara?" You said surprised. "Wow, I didn't know she was pretty."

Chan rolls his eyes and intertwines his hand with yours, making your heart beat a little faster. "Like anyone could be beautiful as you."

Okay, who was this person and where did the broody man you saw earlier go?

"Y/N this is Clara, my neighbor. And Clara," turning his head, he smiling down at you, "this is Y/N. My beautiful other half."

"Oh, I didn't know you had a girlfriend." The distraught look on her face made you want to laugh.

"Yes, well he doesn't like to show me off," you joked.

You hear him scoff and turn to look at him. "Baby, I would show you off to the world if you wanted. Heck, I wouldn't mind telling every person I see on the street to tell you're the one that makes my heart beat faster than boxing does."

You cheeks warm and can't help the goosebumps erupting on your skin. He leans down and places a soft kiss on your cheek. "Good thing you're mine, right?" He says looking down at you.

You knew this was all an act but why did it feel genuine? "Yes," you answered.

"Well, I better be going. My dad wants me to bake my casserole for dinner," Clara states, giving you a look.

"Ah, well I'm going to take this pretty lady," he smiles down at you, "to a lovely dinner."

If he's pretending to be like then you have no obligation to take it up a notch. "But I thought we were just going to do movie night? I even brought your favorite caramel chocolate," you say with a pout.

He gapes at you but then smiles. "Okay, babygirl, whatever you want, as long as you're happy."

Who brought the sweet fest on?

"Alright, well, I'll see you later, Chris."

Chan glances at Clara, his jaw ticking. "I prefer it if you don't come around anymore, Clara. It doesn't look good for the gang and I."

"Oh," she blinks, looking very defeated. "Sorry." She turns around walking out of the house.

"Okay. I think that did the trick," you say letting go of his hand. Any more and you would've kissed him again. You thought he didn't know but he surprised you with his skills.

"Thank you," he says with a smile.

"Hey, you helped me yesterday so it's the least I could do," I reply with a shrug.

"Right," he nods.

And cue the awkward silence with your tummy rumbling. You place a hand your stomach and laugh nervously. "You must be hungry. Minho make the best meat stew and Felix is known for his brownies."

"Yeah, I could eat."

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Chan wasn't kidding about the stew. It was earthy, very flavorful and delicious. You were served warm rice with it and it went very well with the stew. As you went for seconds, Hyunjin, the red head, gaped at you. "Where does it all go?"

You almost choke on the bite you took. "Sorry?"

"The food. Where does it go?" He asked again.

"Oh," you take a sip of water to wash down the food, "John restricted my food intake. And I'm really hungry."

Hyunjin and the rest of the boys pause mid-bite to look at you. You glance around nervously. "What?"

Chan was sitting across from Felix, the blonde guy, who you thought was very pretty. Chan's eyes met yours only for him to look back at Felix going back to conversing. The way your heart skipped a beat had you questioning if it was hunger.

Yeah it was definitely hunger.

You go to eating the stew when a bowl of what looks like pudding is placed in front of you. You look up to see a man with a sharp nose and purple hair. "How'd you like stew?"

You nod, chewing as you cover your mouth. A lady needs to show her manners. "It's very good."

The man smiles just as another mam joins him. This one jas his cheeks full like a chipmunk. "Minho hyung, your pudding is a hit as always." You watch the two converse in a language ypu didn't quite understand. The man woth a mouthful of food glances at you and his eyes light up as he walks over tp you. "Y/N, right?"

You nod. Up close you can see that he's pretty too. Not to mention very cute, with all those puffed out cheeks. It made you want to pinch his cheeks. "I'm Han. Nice to see you up and about."

You nod once again, wincing as a sudden sharp pain goes through your body making you stumble forward. "Whoa!" Han braces your against his arms. "You okay?"

"Yes. I don't know what happened," you reply, blinking rapidly.

"Looks like you need another checkup with Dr. Hwang."

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"Yup. There's a crack in your ribs, several actually."

You stare at Dr. Hwang as he looks at the xrays in front of him. "But they're treatable. With lots of rest and pain medication, along with no strenuous activity for atleast 6 months, you should be good."

Fuck. You didn't think it would get this bad. You only thought it was bruised. Guess John really did a number on you. "I forgot to ask something before. Did he hit your head at all?"

"No." John had one rule: to make my life miserable but he never hit me in the head.

He hums in response, swiveling his chair back. He rummages through a drawer and picks out a small bottle. He hands it to you. "Here. 2 times a day or if you need a third, you can take it but these are pretty strong. Just take it easy, okay?"

"Thanks," you reply with a smile.

"You're welcome."

When you're back to the room, you proceed to check the wardrobe. You're taken back by the amount of clothes in different shades of black. "Just how much does he need?" You say, inspecting a hoodie. It looked good enough so you decide to wear it. It was big enough to keep your warm and comfy enough for you to move around. You found a pair of black sweats that fit you and a pair of socks because your feet was freezing.

After being fully clothed, you glance at the bed and it calls your name. You contemplate for a second. "Fuck it." You pop one of the pain medication in your mouth with a sip of water. Once you're settled in between the sheets, you're still freezing. You wonder if there's a heating system in this place.

You sit up, pull off the covers when there's a heavy thump outside the door. It's still daytime so who is knocking? You very carefully walk over to the door. "Who is it?"

But you just hear someone groan. You open the door reavealing Chan, looking white as a sheet. "Chan? What are you-"

You don't get to finish because he takes one step further and goes limp in your arms. "Chan?!" You touch his back and it's wet. So you bring your hand up. Crimson liquid stain your fingers and you scream.

A/N: short chapter but its here lol. Maybe another 3-5 parts for this one.

[zimms]

new york city

you called me last night on the telephone and i was glad to hear from you cause i was all alone you said, "it's snowing, it's snowing! god, i hate this weather" now i walk through blizzards just to get us back together

Derek twists the telephone cord around his finger, straining to hear Will's words down the phone. "Sorry, you're cutting out. The landline's a little dodgy."

He definitely doesn't fail to hear the crackle of Will's laughter down the phone. "A landline? What is this, Nurse? The eighties?"

"Shut up! My moms prefer it for some reason. And, I don't know, it has a bit of je ne sais quoi, a bit of nostalgia, a bit of style, y'know." To emphasise the point, even if only to himself, Derek winds the cable around his fingers a couple more times.

"I don't, but I'll take your word for it."

Derek huffs his own laugh before softening his voice. "Look, the point is that I missed what you said the first time. Please could you repeat it, babe?"

Will's voice comes through the phone. "I said that it's snowing here."

"Isn't it always snowing in Maine in December?" Derek says, "Like I thought that was a given?"

"Yeah, but it's the first time I've seen snow since I last saw you." Will's voice goes quietier. "I miss you."

"That was literally two weeks ago, Dex." Derek rolls his eyes, knowing full well that Will can't see him. "You can't possibly miss me that much; you literally went almost two years without talking to me between leaving Samwell and the spring." He sighs and grins to himself "But- I miss you too."

we met in the springtime at a rock and roll show it was on the bowery when it was time to go

One second Derek is bouncing along to the song that the band is playing, the next, his gaze is fixed on a very familiar head of red hair that's darting through the crowd at the gig.

Dex?

Derek is too packed in by the surrounding crowd to do anything but watch, tracking the figure of a man who, two years ago, he never thought he'd see again. Well, maybe not never, after all they'd been to two weddings together this summer alone. But the point is, it would never be just the two of them again.

He allows himself to be swept back up in the words of the song, singing along with the rest of the crowd, but he never truly stops staring at the back of Dex's head. It's fine; Derek will catch him at the bar after the show. He has to.

The gig is in a tiny bar that masquerades as a club/concert venue, packed to the brim with people here to see bands make their first stumbling steps into the music industry. Derek first listened to these guys in his Senior Year at Samwell and fell head over heels in love with their music. They were even the soundtrack to his alarms for the year, greeting him before every 5am practice (because Dex was a total hardass).

After the final song, the crowd starts to disperse and Derek seizes his moment to chase after Dex.

He can't let him slip away from him.

Not this time.

Derek pushes through the crowd, apologising every step of the way, until Dex is finally within reach. Naturally, as soon as Derek goes to close his hand around Will's shoulder, the man in question takes a step forward and Derek takes a big handful of just air. "Dex! Hey! Dex!"

Will spins around and suddenly they're chest to chest for the first time in- Derek doesn't even know how long.

He forgets how to breathe.

"Nursey?" Dex's eyebrows furrow in that familiar way: the way they would when he couldn't figure out the problem with a particularly tricky bit of code, or when he was trying to figure out the best way to shut down the opposing team's attack. Derek hasn't realised until now just how much he missed that expression.

"Dex!" he says, trying desperately to sound normal and not at all breathless and relaxed. "How are you? I didn't- I didn't know you were in New York?"

Dex rubs the back of his neck. "I'm, erm, I'm not really, but I guess, I am?"

"Dex, I say this lovingly, but genuinely what the fuck does that mean?" Derek takes the opportunity to step back, breaking the physical contact between them at last. He can finally breathe.

"I'm living over near Lincoln Park, but I'm working for a start up here."

Derek laughs. "Dude, you could have just said that!"

"I was suprised to see you, okay!" Dex mumbles. "Though I'm not sure why I'm that surprised considering that you were the one that got me into this band, but it's whatever."

Derek pauses and considers what to say for a second, looking Dex up and down to try and gauge how much interaction with him Dex would be willing to stand. He takes another second to throw all of that consideration out of the window and just say fuck it.

He grins up at Will. "Can I buy you a drink?"

we kissed on the subway in the middle of the night i held your hand, you held mine, it was the best night of my life

One drink turns into two and two turns into four and so on and so on until the two of them stumble out onto the Bowery and into the open air at 3am.

Derek doesn't know how to describe it, but everything always feels easier at 3am. As they walk along the street towards the subway station, he brushes his hand against Dex's once, twice, three times until finally Will takes his hand in his.

They tangle their fingers together, relaxing into the easy rhythm that they lost at some point during senior year, and falling into each other's orbits yet again.

Derek tugs Will towards the Houston Bowery Wall, gravitating towards the explosion of colour in the night light. "C'mere." He squeezes Will's hand. "This is the Bowery Wall Mural. It's one of my favourite pieces of art in New York, especially this one."

"This one?" Will's voice trembles a little as if they're in a holy place rather than stood on the intersection of two busy streets in New York.

"They change the wall every so often, a constant fresh start, constant new opportunities. Sometimes they decide that a mural has had its time, sometimes other people decide for them, covering up the work with graffiti, showing the world what matters to them. But the wall always comes back with a newer piece of art, a never-ending cycle of hope and new beginnings."

Derek looks down at his and Will's interlocked hands and gives them another squeeze. "Last year, they decided to stop commissioning new murals because they kept being destroyed, but out of the ashes came this mural."

The wall is painted in a bright array of portraits, depicting people of all shapes and sizes. It takes Derek's breath away as he looks at it, even though he walks past it every week; there's something different about bringing Will here.

Will's voice catches in his throat. "It's beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here."

Derek grins back at him. "Thank you for coming with me."

Will's expression shifts and his eyes begin to dart around. "I should be going."

"What? All the way back to Jersey at this time? You're not going to get back until like 8am. Seriously, come back to my place; you can take the guest room."

(Internally, Derek kicks himself.)

"No, no, I can head back; I wouldn't want to impose."

"No, seriously I insist," Derek says, slowly beginning to steer them towards the subway station. "We're like ten minutes from my place on the subway; way better than going back to Jersey."

Will huffs a sigh, knowing that he's lost this battle. "Okay, fine. But I'll pay you back somehow, y'know."

Derek smiles at him as they enter through the ticket barriers. "I know."

(Derek will unashamedly admit that they made out in the empty subway carriage. Like c'mon, how could he resist waiting until he got home?)

because everyone's your friend in new york city and everything looks beautiful when you're young and pretty the streets are paved with diamonds and there's just so much to see but the best thing about new york city is you and me

Derek wraps his arms around Will's waist and pulls him in closer, letting their bodies slot together in the warmth of the bed. "I'm so glad that I spotted you at that gig," he whispers into the crook of his neck. "I couldn't let you get away again."

Will leans back into the embrace. "I'm glad you found me too." He wriggles a bit, getting more comfortable. "It feels like I was stumbling blindly around the city before you found me. Like New York and you are so intertwined; you are New York, New York is you. It was weird to be in the city without you, to be honest.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.” Will turns around to look at him. “Seriously, Derek. I’ve loved the past four months of you dragging me around the city.”

Derek tickles his sides and Will squirms in his arms. “Drag?! I seem to recall you were the one that made a whole list of places that you wanted to see, including Co-Op City.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Will mutters, ducking his head. “Maybe we shouldn’t have trekked all the way out to the Bronx just for it, but I thought I should see it, okay? It was a big case study in my urban planning class.”

“I know, I know. I’m just teasing you.” Derek leans down to kiss his boyfriend. “I think it’s sweet, honestly. Especially considering you didn’t think to do any of this stuff in your first two months of living here.”

“I was getting used to a new city! I wasn’t trying to sight-see; I was trying to survive!”

Derek hums to convey his total belief in Will’s statement. “Uh, huh.”

“It’s true!”

Derek hums again and grins down at him. “Anyway, do you still have that list somewhere? I need to figure out what’s left on your New York bucket list.”

Will blindly flails his arm onto his bedside table. “Yeah, yeah. Lemme just find it.” He rummages around a bit more, before finally producing a crumpled-up piece of paper. “here you go.”

statue of liberty, staten island ferry, co-op city, katz's, and tiffany's, central park, brooklyn bridge, the empire state, where dylan lived, coney island, and times square, rockefeller center

“Okay, I think I have the perfect idea for what our final stereotypical New York sightseeing trip will be,” Derek says.

“Mhhm, am I allowed to know what it is?”

“You’ll find out in, like, three months, I promise.” Derek can’t resist and gives Will another peck on the cheek. “It’ll be worth it.”

wish i was there

Derek finally removes his hands from where they’ve been covering Will’s eyes for the past ten minutes. “Surprise?”

They’re stood just outside the Rockefeller Centre ice rink, which is filled with a hurricane of screaming children and couples desperately trying to keep their balance whilst holding hands.

Will chuckles. “I’d say yes, but somehow the fact that you blindfolded me when you caught me looking at a sign for the Rockefeller Centre says otherwise.” He pauses. “Also, the fact that I caught you stealing my skates from my apartment the last time we were there.”

“Okay, you got me,” Derek says, “but it was good choice, yeah?”

“Yes, definitely.” Will threads his hand in Derek’s. “It was a great choice. Plus it’s like full circle, y’know. We first met at an ice rink and it’s nice to bring the list to a close with an ice rink too. Especially considering how much our relationship has changed over the past seven years, though it was a bit touch and go for a while, eh.”

Derek can’t help himself; he laughs. “Eh? Have you been spending too much time with Jack, huh?”

“Shut up.” Will lets go of his boyfriend’s hand so that he can elbow him instead. “I’m trying to be romantic and poetic and shit; don’t make fun of me.”

“Okay, okay.” Derek says. “You said exactly what I was gonna say, is all.”

“Oh?” Will mock-gasps. “So, I was in fact being poetic and shit?”

Derek kisses him – mostly to wipe the smug grin off his face – and then pulls back. “Are you ready to go and show these kids and tourists how it’s done?”

“Aren’t we technically tourists for this exercise?”

“Shhhh.” Derek kisses Will again, just for the fun of it this time and as they break apart, he feels something wet on his cheek. “Wait, are you crying?”

“No, you idiot, it’s snowing.”

Oh.

So, it is.

Derek feels a little stupid right now, but he can’t tell if that’s because of the kiss or because he was so obviously wrong.

Will taps him on the shoulder. “Come back here, idiot. This feels like a pretty perfect ending to my first year in New York.”

Derek waggles his eyebrows at him. “Yeah?”

He’s met with an eyeroll, but Will also rewards him with a “yeah” and another world-stopping kiss.

Derek has to agree with Will: with the snow falling down on them and the hubbub of the city around them, it does feel like a pretty perfect ending to their first year in New York together.

you wrote me a letter just the other day you said, "springtime is coming soon so why don't you come to stay" i packed my stuff, it's on the bus, i can't believe it's true. i'm three days from new york city and i'm three days from you.

Will has to laugh when his mom hands him the mail stack, an envelope with his name on it sat on top. Did Derek seriously send him a letter for the two weeks that he was back in Maine? Well, yeah, clearly – that much is evidenced by the fucking letter in his hand.

In fairness, the gesture does have Derek written all over it.

He carefully rips open the letter, thankfully not wax-sealed like some of the love letters that Will had watched Nursey send in his earlier years at Samwell, and the contents spill out.

Will pick up the letter first and begins to read it.

Dear Will,

It’s hard to believe that it’s only been nine months since I found you again at that gig on the Bowery; it feels like we’ve been exploring New York together for years. But springtime is coming soon again and I’m hoping that I’ll never have to find you again, but instead that you’ll always be in easy reach by my side. You know how you said one night that to you New York is me? Well, in the past nine months, New York has instead become You and Me. I feel like you’re pulling back the curtain and I’m seeing the city I’ve lived in for my whole life in a completely different light. Everything is suddenly so much brighter and more beautiful with you around. I hope that this new light continues with the dawn of this new spring, a third new beginning for us perhaps, but just to make sure, would you do me the honour of moving in with me? I mean, if nothing else, it saves you (and, rather selfishly, me) the commute the Lincoln Park every other night.

I know it’s only been a week, but I miss you so much.

I love you.

Derek.

The other item sitting on the kitchen table in front of Will is a keyring with two keys and a picture of the one of the windows from the current Bowery Mural. The keys are engraved with the numbers #24 and #28 and Will can’t quite hold back the mistiness that begins to gather in his eyes.

Of course, after everything, Derek brings it back to hockey, back to Samwell, back to that period of time when they were inseparable, but constantly at odds with each other, so similar, but so different.

Will carefully threads his old keys onto the new keyring. A third and final new beginning sounds perfect to him.

because everyone's your friend in new york city and everything looks beautiful when you're young and pretty the streets are paved with diamonds and there's just so much to see but the best thing about new york city is you and me

[whirlwindimagines]

I have a request! What if you’re the mom friend of the group and try to look after Vash after he’s either had a tough day or was just feeling low? :)

Where do I need to sign up to take care of this man!!! Let me hold my babygurl! Also I’ve been so out of it this weekend in pain with my wisdom teeth, I wanted to post this yesterday but I was not existing lol so here ya go~

‘Talk about it somewhere only we know?'

Vash x Reader

You never met a group of more dysfunctional people; it was truly amazing that they managed to make it this far. Vash and Wolfwood drove you crazy enough, with the way they would throw themselves into danger. Vash was the absolute worse one of the bunch, hiding his injuries, not eating, the list was endless! Vash was always so sheepish when he made you worry, you’d think he’d stop, but no you’d notice some stiffness to him, and bam another injury he was trying to hide! Or he’d admit that the last time he ate was days ago! 

The others liked to make fun of you for your mother-hen qualities, but you knew they also thought it was endearing, well Wolfwood liked to make fun of you and Vash thought it was sweet even if he thought he didn’t deserve such kindness. But he did he really did. It was quiet as everyone set up camp for the night, Vash was fine with sleeping up on top of the car, you noticed he seemed a little distant today. 

You can’t help yourself, heading towards the car and pulling yourself up. It wasn't as easy as Vash made it look, you curse nearly slipping when a hand reaches out and catches you by the wrist. Vash gives you a soft smile as he pulls you up the rest of the way onto the roof of the car. “Thanks…” you say a little sheepishly, sitting beside Vash on the roof. He settles down next to you, with a kind smile. “No problem! Wouldn’t want you to fall now would we,” he says this with a small laugh,

Pulling your knees to your chest, you can’t help but just stare at him, taking every detail. The way the shadows under his eyes look so dark, not sleeping. The way he’s turned his body away from you, hiding something. The tenseness of his shoulders, worried about something. “Um do I have something on my face?” and finally deflecting, you hum your eyes meeting his bright blue ones, which seemed a little dull. 

“You, okay?” You're taking the direct route tonight, you can see his eyes widen, and then he gives you that easy-going grin, maybe it would tick someone who didn't know him, and when he puts his hand behind his head you know exactly what he's going to say. 

Say he's fine, deflect, and turn it on you. 

“Oh course! It's been a long day though, are you tired?”

It's like clockwork at this point, you wished you could reach over grab him by the shoulders and shake him until he gets it. You care about him, you want him to take care of him, no strings attached. But that approach won't work on someone like Vash, who is just an excuse away from running. 

“It has been a long day, hasn't it? Do you need anything?” You ask kindly, “Do you need anything.” You laugh, this was so ridiculous, he was still looking at you with that sheepish look he knows exactly what he's doing, it's almost a little painful. 

“Vash how long have we known each other?” You start instead, you’ve known Vash the longest, the two of you haven't always traveled together, but fate kept throwing the two of you into one ridiculous situation after the other, and well, you two kinda just stuck together from there. He looks at you curiously, dropping his hand to pick at the fingers on his prosthetic, “A long time I guess.” is his quiet reply, you hum at his answer. 

“So how long have we been playing this game? Is that what you want to do? Talk in circles, until I get upset so you cave or you hold out until you're on the brink of self-destruction” He doesn’t say anything, but he can't look at you. The statement hangs between the two of you, and you let it. “Why do you…keep trying then, when you know I'm difficult” his voice is so soft and quiet you nearly miss it. But you hear it and reach out your hand grasping his chin between your fingers to make him look at you, his eyes are so wide, so nervous. 

“Because it's you.” You say it like it's the most obvious statement in the world. Sure, you're a bit of a mother hen with everyone, but it's always been something a little more with Vash. Hard to explain, but a little scary to give a real name to. So, the both of you don't, you just leave it as is. You can hear his breath hitch, you need to pull back, this is a part of it, you push, lean in, and because you are a coward back off with a lingering feeling of something. 

Dropping his face, you lean back putting some distance, “I’m just saying, we’re friends Vash I want to take care of you” you say quietly with a slight blush, you don’t give him a chance to speak before you lose even more resolve.

You can’t even look at him, but you feel a shy yet gentle touch on your shoulder, so you turn to look at Vash. He’s giving you such a soft look and it makes your heart ache. “Thank you.” Such simple words and yet, they make your heart pound. You know it’s more than a simple thank you to your soft words, it’s a thank you meant for everything you do. 

Placing a hand over his hand curled around your shoulder, holding his hand lightly. You just need something to hold on to as you speak, “You're welcome.” He smiles and pulls you into his side, shifting his arm so he can rest His arm around your shoulders. You have no choice but to settle into his side, this is a part of the game too, providing you comfort when he’s the one who needs it. But you don’t push, not right now, because even if he’s giving you comfort, he’s also comforting himself so you let him take everything he needs.

Because that’s the type of person you are, maybe if you were braver, you’d tell him the truth. But this is enough for now, it’s always enough. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you sigh contently, you feel his grip tighten on you, but you shake your head. You two don’t need to talk not right now at least. You want to, God there isn't anything you’d love to do more than grab him by the shoulders and give him a good shake…and maybe a kiss. But all that could wait, right now you are content just being at his side.

Edit: Part two!

[peachm1lkk]

Brief Relief

Warnings - Literally only oral fem! Receiving, no PIV, Kidnapped Reader, Extremely Dubious Consent, Blood Kink, Blood Drinking, Blood As Lube, Period Sex, Canon-Typical, Violence, Degradation, Mild Praise, Implied/Referenced Torture, Referenced cannibalism, Sexual Coercion, a bit gross if you don't like blood

A/N — This was finisished at exactly 12 so I couldn't get it out on Halloween :( Was gonna make a joke about how Jasper chose to be a vampire this Halloween and everything... oh well, tried my best and it ended up being longer than expected, roughly 5k words compared to my usual 2-3k // cross posted on Ao3

Jasper x Reader

You get your period while still in Jaspers 'care', thankfully he has a good remedy for those cramps.

Of all the days, of all the weeks your body had to start. It’s when you’ve been kidnapped. And what’s worse is that you’re fairly certain that he knows.

Or at least you think he knows, the way he stares at you unabashedly while you avoid eye contact entirely makes you feel paranoid he’s aware that you’re on your period. You wouldn’t be too surprised if he did though, with the way you’ve been awkwardly squirming in place trying to find the position that would stain your clothes the least and the visible grimace anytime you felt a sharp stab to your lower abdomen. It’s a surprise he hasn't commented on it yet.

“You’ve been moving a lot more Tiny, you uncomfortable?” Jasper asks, a sly grin spreading across his face as if enjoying some private joke that only the two of you know, he’s not far off, you think.

Forcing yourself to meet his gaze, you force out a weak “I’m fine,” Your voice surprisingly steadier than you feel. It’s a lie, but it’s one you think might buy you a little more time.

“Sure you are,” he drawls, his condescending tone frustrating you.

“Come on, just tell me,” he urges, tilting his head slightly as if that could coax the truth out of you. “I promise I won’t laugh... too much.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes, an uneasy smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite the discomfort pulsing through you.

“Okay, I guess,” you relent, the words slipping out before you can fully think them through. And for a brief moment, you regret your decision. “It’s just… you know.”

He raises an eyebrow, leaning in slightly, his expression shifting from teasing to genuine curiosity. “Know what? That you’re secretly training for the Olympics by fidgeting?”

You shoot him a glare, but it falters when you see the way his eyes crinkle at the corners, your annoyance only proving to amuse your captor further. “I’m … uh, you know, on my period…”

For a moment you genuinely found terrifying he simply stares at you, eyes searching your embarrassed expression before he realizes you’re telling the truth. And he just… laughs, in your face. As if he heard the funniest joke of his life. “Is that it?” he chuckles, wiping a mock tear from his eye. “You actually had me worried there for a second, Tiny. I thought you were going to say something serious.”

Something serious, you think bitterly. Like the fact that your life is dangling on a thread, held by a man who finds amusement in your discomfort. With every fiber of your being, you want to scream at him, to hurt him just once in your time here. But the fear of what he could do in response keeps your bitterness down.

Instead, you settle for silence, hoping he’ll grow bored of this exchange and leave you alone. Jasper strides over to where you ‘sat’, staring down at you with that infuriating smug look. “So is that why you’ve been moving around so much, hm? Want me to get you a pad? Maybe some chocolate hm?” He mocked, crouching down to eye level, his grin widening like a wolf's as he savors your discomfort.

As if reading your thoughts, his expression shifts slightly, contemplative. “You know, Tiny,” he begins, his voice dropping to an almost conspiratorial whisper, “I really could help you out. I mean, a little kindness goes a long way. Even for someone in my position.”

“You’re not funny." You whisper bitterly, biting the inside of your cheek

He stands up straight again, chuckling lightly as he turns away, his back to you. “Oh come on, it’s not like I’m completely heartless. I mean, I do have a reputation to uphold—you know, the big scary cannibal and all that.” He spins around to face you again with an exaggerated flourish. “But I can’t just have my guest squirming around in pain. It’s bad for morale.”

Asshole, you think, not bothering to hide the visible grimace on your face when you feel another sharp stabbing pain.

“See?” He beams, “You’re practically begging for my help. I really am a nice guy underneath all this… well, you know.” He gestures to himself expansively, “C’mon, wish and I’ll grant it”

You know he’s fucking with you, that he’s just throwing bait out into the ocean.

But desperation bleeds into your resolve, and you can’t help but feel the weight of your predicament. “You wouldn’t help,” you manage to say, voice trembling slightly as you test the waters.

Jasper raises an eyebrow, his expression a mix of feigned innocence and wicked glee. “Oh, I could surprise you, Tiny. You just have to ask nicely.” He leans closer again, his breath warm against your skin, and for a moment, you think he might actually be serious.

Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself for whatever consequences this might bring. “I—” you hesitate, trying to find the right words that won’t signify defeat but also display your dire need. “Could I at least have… a change of clothes? Please?”

His laughter erupts like a sudden storm, filling the dim room with sound as he throws his head back. When he finally calms down, he wipes at his eyes again and smirks down at you “Now, why would I do that? I mean, at least you’re aware enough to know that I don’t have tampons and pads on hand for my prey.”

Even with the sting of humiliation, you’re glad you at least asked, “Because I’m bleeding all over my clothes?” You tentatively respond. He tilts his head, carefully considering your words as if you said something extremely complex and convoluted. And you can see the wheels turning in his mind, weighing your worth as either entertainment or a nuisance. “So just take your clothes off.”

“Pardon?”

“You heard me, I’m not getting you new clothes, you’d just bleed all over them— So why ruin the ones you have any further? Strip.”

You stare at him, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as shock settles in your gut. “You can’t be serious,” you manage to croak, horrified by the suggestion.

Jasper’s grin widens, a predator eyeing its prey. “Oh, I’m dead serious. You wanted a change of clothes, right? This is just a practical solution.” He steps back slightly, crossing his arms as if waiting for you to comply.

“Why the hell would I ever do that?” you shoot back, nails digging into the palms of your hand.

“Because,” he starts, “I’ve already seen you naked before. Well, at least your chest…” He adds the last part on as if it was an afterthought as if the memory he’s referencing didn’t include him literally putting you onto a meat hook.

Your stomach churns at the recollection, the pain is still fresh in your mind. “I’d rather bleed out than give you the satisfaction,” you say, forcing steel into your voice despite how weak you feel.

His smirk falters for just a moment before returning with renewed vigor. “Okay,” He simply says, to your surprise, turning around “It’s not my problem if you stain your entire pants red.”

You watch as he strolls right back to his seat, dropping down and crossing his legs, arms resting casually on the arms of the chair as if he were merely observing a play.

The audacity.

The silence that followed felt heavy, like a thick fog settling in the corners of the room. You could feel your heart racing, each beat loud enough to drown out your breathing. You could feel his gaze on you, waiting for you to crack, and part of you knew what was bound to happen. That the two of you are simply waiting for the inevitable to happen, though anticipation varied. You shifted uncomfortably—every movement tugged painfully at your clothes, and the fabric clung uncomfortably where it was stained.

Gritting your teeth, you wrestled with the idea of giving in. A change of clothes would be nice, and you’re willing to bet that he wouldn’t mind too much about blood on his spare clothes, seeing he had no problem licking your blood fresh off the meat hook he put you on. So, if you just have to spend a couple of hours—maybe days— bottomless what’s the price compared to the discomfort you were enduring?

Fighting against the instinct to recoil from his stare, you took a deep breath and shifted your weight. “Okay,” you said, the word tasting bitter on your tongue, “I’ll do it.”

Jasper visibly perked up, something you could probably akin to being cute if you still had a semi-positive impression of him.

“Really? I didn’t think you’d actually cave. I thought you were tougher than that, Tiny.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, keeping your gaze fixated on Kaiser who was peacefully resting. You wished you could be him, fed, warm, not bleeding out.

“Alright, alright,” he responded, taking back your attention, amusement clear in his tone. “No need to get all flustered. I’ll make it quick, just for you.”

Ignoring the disgust that rolled around in your stomach you simply squeezed your eyes shut trying to block out the soft thud of each step he took on the wooden floor, the creaking floorboards doing little to ease your nerves.

They stop the moment he stands in front of you, his soft breathing warm against your cheek. “Try kicking me and I won’t hesitate to break your fingers.”

You begrudgingly nod, swallowing hard as you feel the heat radiating from him.

“Good girl,” he teases, as if you were his dog. “Now, let’s keep this civil.”

You don’t realize how much you’re trembling until he places a hand around your waist, brushing the waistband of your pants with his thumb, gauging a reaction you refuse to give him, much to his disappointment.

You bite your lip as he begins to pull at the fabric, his fingers deftly working against the stubborn material clinging to your thighs. You work with him despite the aching pain in your leg when you try to lift your hips just enough to help him. The thin fabric of your pants drags against your skin, and you wince, feeling the sting as it pulls away from the dried blood.

Jasper’s grip is surprisingly gentle, but your past experiences with him and how unnecessarily close he is makes it hard to believe this gentleness is coming from genuine worry for your comfort. You kick your bloodied pants completely off once they pool around your ankle, and he’s surprisingly quiet as he tosses it to the side.

“See? Not so hard,”

You don’t bother to respond, choosing to remain silent and forcing yourself to breathe through not only waves of anxiety crashing over you but the aching pain only somehow worsening. There’s no telling what he has in store; wouldn’t it be just like him to make things worse?

With oddly little ceremony, Jasper casually tosses your stained pants to a corner of the room, where they land with a soft thud. You feel exposed and vulnerable, the chill of the air wrapping around your bare skin making you shiver involuntarily. “You’re not taking my shirt?” You tentatively ask, closing your thighs once you realize where his gaze is fixated.

“No need,” he replies, scanning your form with an appraising eye. “You’ve got a perfectly good top there, Tiny. Well,” he leans in closer, the warmth of his breath disturbing the air between you, “Unless you were hoping I’d do something a little more.”

“What— No,” You quickly corrected, face feeling a little warm at the implication, “I just assumed since you said clothes… Not just my pants.”

He hums in acknowledgment, “I guess I did say that.” He seems to ponder for a moment, his eyes narrowing in thought, and you can feel your heart racing in the heavy silence that follows. “But, why take the time to cut your shirt to take the thing off when it’s not even dirty.” He sighs, only now pulling your attention back to his hands when he lifts a rather familiar piece of fabric into the air.

Stained red with your blood, he holds your underwear up like it’s some kind of prize “You bleed a lot,” He commented watching the way embarrassment floods your expression, heat rising to suffocate what little bravado you had left. “Put that down!” you exclaim, your voice turning sharp.

“Why?” he asks, feigning innocence as he dangles the fabric in front of your face. “Scared I’ll lick the blood off or something?”

Your stomach lurches at the sight, and you turn your head away, focusing on the wall instead, willing the heat from your cheeks to disappear. “You’re disgusting,” you mutter, trying to sound unbothered, but the tremor in your voice betrays your true feelings.

“Aww, don’t be like that,” he says, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. “I’m just teasing. After all, we’re practically best friends now.” He drops your underwear carelessly onto the pile of your discarded pants like it’s an afterthought.

The laugh he lets out is a mix of delight and something darker, and you can’t help but shrink back against the cold wall behind you. With every lingering moment of this twisted game. “Besides,” Jasper continues, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leans closer again. “I prefer it fresh.”

You recoil instinctively, pressing your back harder against the wall as if it could somehow shield you from him. The idea of him indulging in any part of you—much less what had just been discarded—made your skin crawl. “What is wrong with you?” You choke out, voice barely above a whisper.

His damned grin seemed to only widen at your reaction “Oh, you know,” he replies nonchalantly, his smirk stretching wider. “Just a guy trying to make the most of his situation. Besides, I thought we had established that I like how you taste.” He softly chuckled at innuendo, and the sound of his laughter made you wish you could rip your ears out.

That’d be nice, you think, being blind, deaf, unmoving, dead. Anything other than this would be nice truthfully. But then again, death felt like a distant luxury. You were still here, painfully aware of every second ticking away like a clock counting down to an uncertain fate.

"Are you just going to sit there and sulk?" he taunted, tilting his head to the side, his expression one of mock concern. "Don’t do me like that Tiny, I’m not just thinking of myself when I say that."

You refuse to respond, your silence only pushing him to continue

“I’m thinking of you! I mean, not to say I’m an expert or anything but I heard orgasms really help with period cramps.”

His words hung in the air, an awful mix of incredulity and revulsion swirling in your gut. “You can’t be serious,” you murmur under your breath. The absurdity of it all, and the way he seemed completely unfazed by your horrified expression, made a knot form in your throat.

“Why not? It’s just science,” Jasper replied with a shrug as if discussing something as mundane and boring as the weather. “Releases endorphins, eases pain—might even make you feel good for once.”

“Why the hell wo—” And as if the gods themselves were against you, you were interrupted by the sharp, stabbing pain in your gut that somehow seemed to outdo most of the cramps you’ve experienced thus far. You doubled over instinctively, gasping as you willed yourself to just let it pass.

“See? I told you that you’re not fine,” he said, leaning in just a bit too close for comfort. “I can help,” he said.

“Help? You mean by making things worse?” you spat back, the last thing you wanted was to entertain his sick ideas any further. “I don’t need anything from you.”

“Oh, come on, Tiny! Think of it as a little... distraction,” he countered, that infuriating grin still plastered on his face. “I promise I can be very accommodating. After all, I wouldn’t want my favorite guest squirming in pain now, would I?”

You scoffed at his implication of favoritism. “Said the same guy who broke my fingers.”

Jasper chuckled lightly, clearly unfazed by your jab, probably enjoying the little back and forth if anything. “Right, how could I ever forget?” he hummed, dragging the vowels out to a degree that you found annoying. “But that was before I realized how good you could be... if you’d just let yourself.”

There’s a momentary pause between the two of you, your expression of grimace only souring while his delight seemed to only increase. One of you was breaking tonight, and you both knew it wasn’t gonna be him.

“Look,” you said, forcing your voice to steady despite the tremor running through your limbs, “I’m not interested in playing your games or whatever sick idea you have in that head of yours. Just… let me be.”

“And miss out on all this fun?” he shot back, feigning shock as he gestured around him with exaggerated flair. “You wound me, Tiny. Here I am trying to offer a little relief, and you’re turning me down? How rude!”

“Of course I do, what would I even get out of this?”

He stays quiet for a moment, tilting his head slightly as if truly mulling over what you said “You don’t listen well,” he huffed, crossing his arms “I already laid out my goals and what you’d get, you get pleasure, and a bit of relief, and all I would really get is your blood and maybe the satisfaction of seeing you let go, even if just for a moment.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong, some sick, desperate part of you wanted to entertain the idea despite how your skin crawled at the thought of him touching you. But the gnawing pain in your abdomen urged you to reconsider. You hated him; no, you loathed him. But as your gaze flickered downward, seeing blood smeared across your inner thighs and the desperate ache of the situation tightened around your chest like a vice.

“Just think about it,” Jasper continued, “One little distraction could help you forget all this… pain.” He gestured at the space around you. “And who knows? You might even find it enjoyable.”

“Just… stop,” you finally managed, your voice trembling. “You’re sick.”

“You say that but you go on to not outright deny me.”

You felt your stomach twist at his words, the insinuation hanging heavily in the air between you. “I’m not denying you anything because I refuse to give you the satisfaction,” you said, the remnants of your defiance cracking under the weight of your discomfort.

Jasper stepped closer, his gaze piercing through the fog of shame and pain enveloping you. “You’re not even being honest with yourself. Every time you squirm, every little gasp—it tells me everything I need to know.” He leaned down, almost nose-to-nose with you. “You want relief just as much as I want... well, you.”

You inwardly frown, wishing you could just push him away, to slap that smug grin off his face— "I... I don't know," you whisper, your voice barely audible. The words felt heavy on your tongue, thick with doubt and a hint of want you couldn't quite squash.

Jasper's eyes lit up, sensing your wavering resolve “You see? It’s not so hard to be honest, Tiny.” You hated that he was right, and it made you sick to your stomach. The way he studied you—like you were a puzzle he was dying to solve—made you sick. But beneath that crawling sensation, there was the undeniable truth of your body, of the ache that you prayed came from a place anywhere but desire.

"You could make this easier on yourself," he urged, leaning closer until you could feel the heat radiating from him. "And trust me, I can be very... gentle." The last word dripped with an unsettling sweetness that sent another wave of revulsion rippling through your body.

“Gentle?” The word slipped from your lips before you could stop it, laced with incredulity. “Is that what you call this…”

For once, however, he doesn't respond. Just simply staring at you with a look you rather not name.

“If… If I agree, will you at least promise not to bite or anything weird?” The question slipped out before you could think to hold it back, your heart pounding in your chest as the weight of your own words sank in.

Jasper's expression shifted, surprise flickering across his face before morphing into that infuriatingly perverted grin. "Oh, Tiny, that’s adorable. You think I’m just going to bite you? I mean, you really should trust me by now." You flinch reflexively once he places his hand on your thigh.

You couldn't help but curse yourself for the way your breath hitched at his touch.

“Trust is a funny thing, don’t you think?” he mused, his voice low and teasing. “It’s such a fragile little thing, easily shattered.” He paused, watching your face closely as if searching for any sign of weakness. “But I guess I’ll promise just this once, no biting. Just… pleasure.”

You swallowed hard, your heart racing at the implication of his words. It felt like a sick joke—like when he’d laugh in your face when you had asked him about a change of clothes. Each pulse in your abdomen, whether it be from pain or something more, seemed to echo louder in your ears.

“Just… get it over with then,” you muttered, almost as if you were in a trance. You hated yourself for even considering this, but if you were going to end up as a meal for him, what’s the point in not indulging yourself? Even with scum like him, you probably weren’t any different from him when it came down to it anyways.

Jasper’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of excitement and something darker as he straightened up from his crouch. “That’s more like it, Tiny, just let yourself relax.”

“Easier said than done,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. Keeping your gaze focused on the ceiling, you felt Jaspers slide his hand higher along your thigh, his fingers grazing your skin lightly. With a surprisingly gentle touch, he pushed your legs apart, the cool air sending a shiver through you as his palm pressed against your skin.

“See? Not so bad,” he said softly, almost coaxingly, as if this were just another game he played with his dogs. “I told you I can be gentle,” he murmured closer to where you were most vulnerable, his breath cool against your blood-dampened skin. Though you aren’t looking, you can tell he’s staring, completely enamored with the way blood slowly leaked through.

Whispering something too quiet for you to hear, he swipes a thumb through your cunt, collecting blood before bringing it to his lips. Making a show to savor the taste to let you hear what he was doing, and even though you didn’t see directly the imagery was enough to make your stomach chur.

“Delicious,” he whispered, “Just like I remembered— You taste like a fine wine.”

A part of you wished he’d just shut up, but the other part of you—deeply buried beneath layers of fear and disgust—found itself quivering in response, drawn into him.

“Stop-” you managed to choke out, your voice trembling as you turned your head away, refusing to meet his gaze. “Stop dragging it out.”

“So impatient,” He whispered, but even with that comment he still somewhat listens to your plea. His fingers slipped inside you with startling ease, blood making it easy for him to slip in and out, the intrusion foreign. The sensation was overwhelming, wet squelches and soft whimpers echoing in the otherwise silent room.

It was… weird, you suppose, the way his fingers curled inside of you, pulling out gushes of blood. The way his fingers dragged and pressed against your gummy walls was enough to pull out the slickness of arousal. Forcing soft, pathetic whimpers and gasps from your cracked lips.

“See? I knew you were just aching for a chance to let go,” Jasper taunted, “You’re a walking contradiction.”

Forcing yourself to focus on the way his fingers seemed to perfectly grind against that one spongy spot inside of you that had your thighs quaking, rather than what he was saying you felt a shameful heat creeping up on you It was wrong, all of it, but when you’ve become so touch-starved how could anyone blame you for the way you practically ached for when his fingers seemed to brush up against such sensitive places inside of you? At Least you’d put up a good fight, rather than letting him have his way flat out.

“Doesn’t it feel good?” Jasper whispered, his tone laced with playfulness, his pace steady yet maddeningly relentless. You could hear the smirk in his tone, and could almost picture the twisted satisfaction dancing in his eyes. “You’re practically begging for more.”

“Shut up,” you gasped, trying to sound defiant even as whimpers and moans spilled from you. You can feel him laughing to himself as he shifts positions, “Careful what you wish for,” He said, his breath cold against your cunt “Cause maybe I will find something to shut myself up with.”

You barely had time to register his words before he shifted closer, warmth and wetness and hotness suddenly enveloping you as his mouth latches onto you, tongue taking long, dreadful laps at your hole to lick up all of the blood that’s been gushing out of you.

The sensation of Jasper's tongue lapping at your cunt sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through your veins. His tongue expertly flicks and sucks at your sore, swollen folds while his fingers continue to pump into you, scissoring and curling against spots he's long since figured out to have you weeping. It's too much, yet somehow not enough.

"God, Tiny," he groans against your flesh, "You taste even better than I remember." You wish he’d just shut up, that he’d stay quiet while he lapped at your cunt like a starved man. But he doesn’t, and it somehow only worsens your arousal, the vibrations of his voice pressed so plush against your clit has shivers being sent through your body.

You swear that you would think that man is in heaven with how he’s so desperate to lick up every last drop of you, blood arousal and all. Slurping and moaning as if you're the most delectable thing he's ever had. His fingers are relentless, pumping in and out of you, as his tongue laps at your clit with a single-minded focus that would be insulting if it weren't for the way your body was reacting.

You can feel it, the knot in your lower belly slowly tightening and pulling taut as he continues to tongue and fingerfuck you.

The room becomes a cacophony of sounds: the wet, slurping noises that he makes as he licks and sucks at your core, the harsh panting of your own breath, and the soft whimpers that escape your lips in response to his ministrations. You're disgusted with yourself, knowing that you're all but begging for more, but you can't seem to stop. The pleasure clouding your judgment, making you forget — if only for a fleeting moment — where you are and who's doing this to you.

"That's it," Jasper groans, his voice low and guttural as if he's fighting to control himself. "You like that, don't you? You like it when I make you feel good."

"J-just shut up," you manage to gasp out between heavy breaths. Your thighs squeezed around his face as you struggled to ground yourself. Arching into his touch with every thrust of his fingers, every time his palm would grind up against your clit, with each and every flick of his tongue pulling you closer to the edge.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, caught between horror and a sickening thrill as the knot in your belly twisted tighter. You could feel it building, that sweet pressure, the urge to let go— to entirely forget where you are and who’s doing this to you. “Jasper-” You croak, squirming in his grasp as you reach an end you simultaneously wanted to meet and dreaded.

“Just let it happen,” he crooned against you, voice muffled against your dampened skin. His fingers curled deeper inside you, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust, coaxing out the sweet tension that had been tightening in your core.

“I don’t want to—” you gasped, but the words slipped away as a deep moan escaped your lips. Brows furrowed and your eyes squeezed shut.

“Jasper—please,” you gasped, the plea slipping from your lips before you could stop it. You hated how desperate you sounded.

He chuckled darkly, a sound that sent chills down your spine. “Please what? You want me to make you come?”

“God— Please, I don’t know-” Your rush through your words, mind much too hazy to truly care about the humiliation you felt. You were so close, teetering on the brink of something incomprehensible, as if you’d be driven mad by pleasure. “Fuck, just please let me cum,”

Your begging only eggs Jasper on more, his fingers settling deep inside of you as his palm grinded mercilessly against your abused cunt. Blood and arousal are readily eaten up by Jasper as he finally pushes you over the edge. You felt the world around you shatter into a kaleidoscope of color as the waves of ecstasy crashed over you. Your vision blurred, the edges of your reality fraying as Jasper’s relentless pace pushed you toward that brink.

You could barely contain the cries that ripped from your throat as your body tightened around his fingers, pulsing rhythmically in time with the intense jolt of pleasure that coursed through you like electricity. You bucked against him, thighs shut tight around his face as your body seized in a final shuddering climax.

As you spiral into the blissful void, every shred of awareness tearing away from the harsh reality of your situation. The sheer intensity of it left you gasping, your body trembling uncontrollably as waves of sensation washed over you like a fierce tide.

“Look at you,” Jasper murmured, reviling in your still trembling body “You’re actually kinda beautiful when you let go like this.” He chuckled to himself, slowly withdrawing his fingers.

“That was quite the sight,” he said, patting your inner thigh as a sort of praise.

You find it impressive how you only manage to look at him now after all that has just happened, his entire lower face covered in red— Which albeit not an entirely foreign sight, but the knowledge of where the blood came from made your earlier contentment fade away. What made you feel sick though was the two fingers he was showing off, two thick blood clots connecting his crimson-red fingers. Your Gaze briefly flickered towards him for a moment, intending to look away the moment you locked eyes— But for whatever reason you didn’t, you watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean.

Funny how your earlier pain did significantly lessen, just to end with you feeling sick by something else.

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An: for some fathers I go with their occupation from other fics.

Mitsuri's ff is a Baker.

Giyuu and Rengoku's is a retired hashira.

Shinobu's is a doctor.

Obanai, muichirou, sanemi and tengen are people from their past.

sorry for the wait

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Sanemi

Your dad was living with you and Sanemi after he had a bad accident and hurt his hip

The same way you treat sanemi as a son he treats him as and grandson (genya too)

your dad spoils him rotten

"Really Sanemi?" you slapped the back of his neck as the two of you walked into the house from a long day of training new slayers.

"I didn't do anything wrong." He argued trying to speed walk away from you. You wouldn't let him go.

"You were supposed to train the lower ranks not send them to the hospital."

"That doesn't mean you can- OW." You yelped as a hard object collided with the back of your head. You whipped your head around to see your dad struggling to bend down to get his geta.

"Don't punish him for doing his job, boy."

"You didn't see those poor slayers, broken limps, puffy faces. It was overkill."

He ignored you and instead went to coddle Sanemi. (I imagine sanemi looking back at you with a smug face)

"Dad, he can ju-"

"Are you a hashira?" he interrupted, raising a hand to slap your shoulder since he can't reach your head due to his hip. He's old so his hit don't do much.

"...Dad... stop..."

Tengen

your father wanted to visit for a weekend and he's a fickle old man and favors Tengen over u

in his eyes he can do no wrong and tengen know it

anytime your father comes for a visit he makes trouble for you but now that everyone is older hopefully he grew out of that

You decided to make your father's favorite dish while he chatted with tengen and his wives.

"so what brings you here this time pops." Your dad hates that name but because Tengen used it he's fine with it.

"Do I need an explanation to visit?" He chuckled.

"Of course not, our house is always open to you." Hina smiled as she helped you set the table and serve drinks.

"Y/n when is dinner ready, I'm getting hungry." Tengen very flamboyantly and not like a child at all complained.

"Soon... I would've been done if I had help tho." You muttered the last part.

"I heard that." Tengen said.

"What'd he say."

"Just a smartass comment. pops I think he need to be taught a lesson."

You stopped cooking and faced them.

"Really Tengen. You are not a child anymore, deal with your own problems."

He was about to when your dad stopped him and threw his geta right at your forehead.

Guess he never grew out of it.

Rengoku

It came as a shock to see your dad talking to shinjuro over a glass of sake

You haven't heard from him since you a little before you retired

You honestly thought he kicked the bucket

"It's rude to stare Y/n" Your dad said, pausing the conversation with shinjuro.

"Sorry sir, I just didn't expect you to be here."

He was about to respond when Kyojuro came from behind you.

"Ah, kyo you've gotten so big. All that training I've heard you've been doing really shows. I hope y/n hasn't given you a hard time when you go on missions together."

'crap I didn't tell him I retired.' you thought as you gave kyo a pointed look to not say anything but he is very oblivious.

"Y/n retired when I became hashira."

(cue a comedically slow head turn towards you)

"Your so young why retire?" He questioned as he placed his hand on your shoulders. You honestly couldn't tell if he was mad or not.

"I got hurt and couldn't fight anymore. I'm sorry for not telling you."

"All the training that we did and 1 fight was enough to take you out? Really y/n."

The night he gave you a real injury.

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[rishiguro]

14; “YOU LOOK LIKE SHIT”

you never enjoyed being in hospitals. sure, you were accustomed to them and yes, it's not like you hated them with a burning passion, but if you had a choice, you would definitely be someplace else. anywhere else.

but as you set your eyes on the young man with a spikey head of hair and quickly examined his figure, you were sure that you might start hating them.

he looked frail, definitely having lost some weight from the last time you saw him, with dark eye bags like he hasn't slept in days.

it was when you shut the door behind you that he finally noticed your presence, head shooting to your direction, disregarding the phone in his hand. he was just about to greet you when you blurted something out yourself.

"you look like shit“

iwaizumi couldn't help himself, he let out a breathy laugh, slightly shaking his head. of course you'd say something like that. "thanks"

an embarrassed smile on your lips you stepped closer to him, sitting down on the chair next to the hospital bed. "sorry. i guess that was inappropriate" scratching the back of his head you shrugged after a moment. "but it made you laugh, so i guess that makes it fine"

"and here i thought you still find me hot like that," he sighed, a weak smile on his lips. "cruel"

you forced a grin on your lips. you've never seen him like this. it was scary. his complexion was pale, like he hasn't seen the sun for weeks and at the same time it seemed to be painted in the faintest of yellow, so faint that you weren't sure if you were just imagining it. his lips were cracked and you could see his hands shiver slightly whenever his fingers stopped scratching some part of his skin.

"who told you that you're hot?" you joked, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere. you kept the forced grin on your face as you poked fun at him, like he hadn't asked you to see him in a hospital "they must've be lying"

"mhm how sad" iwaizumi nodded slowly shaking his head in fake shock. shortly after he turned away from you, opting to look out the window.

"so, you know how my pancreas is pretty much fucked?" iwaizumi started, his face still facing the window.

you hummed, waiting for him to continue.

"and lately, it's been getting worse?" you affirmed again. you'd be lying if you said you weren't getting more nervous with every second that passed as you look at him, while he wasn't even looking at you.

ironically, the bright sky outside and the sun shining into the sterile room seemed to only worsen your mood.

"and a couple days ago, it got so bad that my friends basically forced me here" he chuckled "thank god they did"

the young man paused, licking over his dry lips. he sighed before letting the bomb go off.

"turns out i have cancer"

the comforting smile on your lips was immediately wiped off, instead turning into a round shape, an expression of pure shock on your face. a curse slipped out of your mouth, to which iwaizumi nodded.

he still refused to face you, instead turning his entire upper body away from you. in reaction you leaned forward, detangling your crossed arms and timidly reaching out for him.

your hand rested on top of his on the white sheets, while iwaizumi still refused to face you.

the two of you just sat there in silence for a couple of minutes, the entire weight of these news hitting you harder with every moment that passed.

"cancer" you repeated after a while, voice quiet and almost timid as you raised your head, what iwaizumi affirmed with a slight nod.

"okay"

after that short exchange the two of you just kept sitting in silence, no one really knowing just what to say. you could basically hear the gears turning in iwaizumi's head, just as they did in yours. you were stricken with fear, forcing yourself to breathe calmly.

it was only after an unruly long slice that iwaizumi was the one to speak up.

"ah, i don't want to keep you here for way too long-hey, what was that for?"

you mumbled, claiming that he deserved that hit.

"you're making it sound like you're forcing me to be here," you gasped, rolling your eyes at him with a sheepish smile, "you may look horrible but i still want to spend time with you"

crinkling your nose your eyes went around the room.

"though i'll admit that i would prefer everything to the hospital"

he chuckled. "fair. me too, he sighed, "but i'm glad you're still here with me- hey, why did you punch me again?" iwaizumi pouted, a sight that immediately made you laugh out loud.

"because you're an idiot!" you answered finally, "as if i'd just walk out of here, what do you take me for?" you leaned back in the chair, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you raised an eyebrow at him.

he smiled, shaking his head again. "thank you"

after a couple of silent moments you looked at him, being faced with a warm smile on his lips that you returned immediately with a warm look in your eyes.

evanescent

/ɛvəˈnɛs(ə)nt,iːvəˈnɛs(ə)nt/ — “soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.”

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[elizabethwritesmen]

Notice - Part 4

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Curvy!Reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, Mature Themes, Self deprecation on both sides, Body image issues, Self hatred, Angst (That's basically all this chapter is sorry love you guys), Slow burn, Mutual Pining

Summary: Dean is gone. Until he's not.

Word Count:

AN: Hey guys! I'm so sorry it took so long for me to put this out. This past (almost) year has been ridiculous, and I haven't had much time to even think about writing. But I'm back at it now with lots of fresh ideas and chapters! And I snuck in a little something as an official apology (;.

The next chapter will be the last, and I might do a short epilogue.

Thanks so much for the continued support and enjoy!

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She pined after Dean left, just as she knew she would.

Every time she saw a man that looked like him at a bar, or a store, or anywhere, she fought the urge to say something. She knew deep down, though, that if Dean ever came back, she's the first person that would find out. He would knock on her door and let her know how long he was staying for, and maybe he would even spare her a kiss this time before disappearing.

She waited for that knock. A month passed and she waited, then two, then three. Eventually she grew cynical, her inner demons possessing her and her insecurities winning.

"Come on, Y/N. Please. If you want to wait forever for that guy to come back, more power to you, but can you at least rejoin the human race in the mean time?" Evelyn asked, her voice heavy through the phone speaker.

"I don't know, Evvy. I don't really like the whole bar scene anyway, I never have fun like you guys do."

"Yes, we've been over this. Ashley and I have tons of men all over us and you never have anybody. Did you ever stop to think that maybe that has nothing to do with how you look? Seriously, Y/N. You're hot. But you're quiet, and reserved, and you hang out in corners and read or peel labels off bottles. It's intimidating and off putting. What you need is to come out with us tonight and let your hair down! Have a good time!"

"I like corners and books and peeling labels," Y/N huffed.

"I know you do, but why don't you just take a break from the norm? You might have a good time, and it'll get your mind off of Dean."

The mention of his name was enough to make her second guess her decision. She did want to forget about him, at least for the night. She wanted to remember what it felt like to be human.

"Okay, fine. But you're driving. Come get me."

Evelyn cheered on the other line and hung up, leaving Y/N to wonder if she'd made the right decision. She shrugged off her doubt and wandered to her closet, picking through clothes until she found an outfit she was happy with.

An hour later, there was a knock on her door. Evelyn and Ashley stood on the other side, both with giddy smiles plastered onto their faces.

"Stop looking at me like that," Y/N furrowed her brows, letting them in and shutting the door behind them.

"Like what?"

"All smiley and weird. You look like the doodle bops. You're creeping me out."

The girls giggled, and Ashley explained, "We're just so happy to see you. It's been so long! It's like you forgot that we're all best friends."

"It hasn't been that long. Besides, I'm sure you guys have more fun without me, I am the lame one."

Evelyn huffed, "No you're not. You're like the coolest of all three of us. You're the funniest, and the smartest. It's not the same without you. We don't even really go out much anymore since you stopped coming with us."

"It's true," Ashley nodded, "You make us whole. I'm glad to have you back."

Y/N was taken aback. She always thought she was extra. She never realized how much she mattered to them.

"And by the way," Evenlyn raised her brows and blatantly checked her out, "You look hot."

Y/N blushed, smoothing out her yellow mini dress. Her white heels complimented it perfectly, and she paired the outfit with assorted gold jewelry and curled hair.

They walked into the bar, and Y/N let out a sigh when she noticed how packed it was.

"There are so many people here," she cringed.

"And you're about to flirt with one of them!" Ashley exclaimed, much to her dismay.

"I don't think she's gonna have to make the first move, either, with that dress on," Evelyn smirked.

They found a booth and Y/N volunteered to go to the bar and order them all drinks. Three beers.

"I love a girl in a good sundress," a voice came from behind her. She turned around to see a man, tall and handsome, but not quite Dean.

"Oh," she awkwardly spoke, "Thank you?"

"You're welcome," he laughed, "Why don't you let me buy you a drink?"

"I already ordered one, but thanks."

"Okay, then why don't you hang out with me while until you finish it and I'll buy your next one?"

He was persistent, she had to give him that.

"Okay," she sighed, figuring she had nothing to lose. At least it would be a short-lived distraction.

"Here you go, ma'am," the bartender handed her three bottles.

"Thanks," she smiled, grabbing them and turning to the man she'd been talking to, "I'll be right back."

She brought Evelyn and Ashley the beer and told them about him.

"Go for it, girl! He's been staring at you since we walked in, he totally wants some," Ashley spurred her on.

"Yeah, but I don't want some," she frowned.

"Okay, but he doesn't know that yet, so there's no harm in flirting. Just something to get over Dean and boost your self confidence," Evelyn inputted.

Y/N let out yet another exasperated sigh and silently agreed, walking back over to the man.

"There you are, hot stuff!" he smiled at her, all teeth.

"Yeah, sorry, I just had to bring my friends their drinks."

"No problem at all, sweetness, I knew you'd come back for more."

Internally, she was cringing. This dude was disgustingly cocky. He looked like a former frat boy who peaked in college.

They talked for a while, but she really wasn't interested at all. Even a conversation with him was a chore, and her energy levels weren't high enough to inflate his ego further.

"Listen, Jordan, I'm gonna go back to my friends but it was nice to meet you," she interrupted him in the middle of his sentence, not caring what he had to say.

"Excuse me?" his confusion showed all over his face.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I'd just rather be hanging out with them. There are a lot of other girls here you could talk to," she smiled politely, ejecting herself by turning away from him.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her back into him, growling through gritted teeth, "But I'm talking to you. You know, you big girls are good in bed but you're really all fucking bitches."

She tried to yank herself away from him, but it was to no avail. She yelled, "Let go of me!" He didn't listen, holding tighter and reaching down to her ass, giving it a squeeze.

"It's ok, hot stuff, I can take care of that. This ass needs me behind it, huh? Get rid of your attitude real quick."

She didn't even have time to respond, or spit on him, or punch him, or whatever else she planned to do because she was ripped from his grasp. It was a whirlwind, and she felt like she was spinning, but when she grounded herself, she was behind a solid wall of leather.

She recognized him by his smell alone. It was Dean. Her Dean.

"She told you to let her god damn go," he deadpanned, his voice low and deadly.

"Who the fuck are you, her dad? Get the fuck out of here, she's just some whore," Jordan huffed.

That was all it took for Dean to swing, sharp and quick, his fist landing square in the center of the other man's face. Jordan's nose instantly started leaking blood behind the hand he'd put over it.

"She is not a whore. She just doesn't fucking want you, asshole."

He grabbed her hand and lead her out of the bar before the owner even had a chance to kick them out. Evelyn and Ashley followed closely behind.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Evelyn asked, concern written on her face like a book.

"I am," the girl meekly assured, rubbing her arm where the creep had grabbed her.

"Um," Ashley started, glancing between Y/N and Dean pointedly, "We're gonna go. We'll call you later to check on you."

"Yeah," Evelyn agreed, sensing the mood. She turned to Dean as they walked to her car, "Get her home safe."

"Always," he promised, waving goodbye to the girls and turning to his favorite. "What the hell were you doing, talking to a guy like that, sweetheart?"

"I..." she stuttered. She didn't want to lay all her cards out on the table just yet. "I don't know. I liked him."

Dean cocked a brow, "Him? Really? See, I just don't believe that."

She rolled her eyes and stomped her foot petulantly, "I thought it would be a distraction, Dean."

"From what?" he asked, as if he really didn't know. Her eyes averted to the ground and she pursed her lips awkwardly. That told him everything. "From me?"

"I think about you more than I should. I just knew you would come back, so I've been waiting for you, but I didn't know when, so I wanted a distraction."

"How many distractions have you looked for?"

"He was the first one. And I didn't plan to sleep with him or anything. I just thought the conversation would be good for me. Turns out it wasn't."

"Well you don't have to answer to me, sweetheart. But you should know, I've been thinking about you, too."

"Really?"

"I've been trying to get back. It's just been impossible. We've been so busy with hunt after hunt, and there haven't been any here."

"If there's not a hunt here, then why are you here?"

"There was an easy one close to home. I sent Sam on it alone for a couple days and I drove here."

Her eyes met his, and she saw how worn down he was. The innocence in his eyes was dwindling every day. Her heart ached for him, wishing she could lighten the load. Wishing she could take some of it away for him.

"Take me home," she demanded, her voice sweeter than her words. He nodded, leading her to the impala and opening the passenger side door for her.

The car ride was silent. As was the walk up to her apartment. Neither of them knew what to say. All of the feelings from before were still there, in fact they were stronger than they'd been the first time.

They stood awkwardly at her door for a moment, and she cleared her throat to ease it, "You can stay here tonight, Dean. You don't have to find a cheap motel."

"I actually already have one. But I'd still rather stay here, if you're sure it's okay."

She let him in and he sat on her couch as she walked to her bedroom to change. She threw on a tank top and a pair of spandex shorts, rushing back to his side. She didn't want to be away from him for too long. Really, she didn't want to waste a moment of the time she had with him.

"How long are you here for?" she asked.

"Until tomorrow afternoon."

She couldn't stop the sorrow from creeping into her smile, "Well at least we have a little bit of time."

"I need more with you."

"I know," she sighed, "But this will do. Are you hungry? I'm gonna make something to eat."

"I'll help you," he offered, following her into the kitchen.

They threw together some burgers and fries, and she handed him the remote, instructing him to find a movie. He did, The Untouchables, mumbling something about it being his favorite of all time.

Before they knew it, they were sitting next to each other on the couch, plates empty and discarded, movie almost over.

"You were right. The movie was good," she mused as the credits began to roll.

"I’m always right,” he smirked, turning the TV off and carrying the plates to the kitchen, washing them before she could protest.

A loud yawn burst from her lips as she joined him, placing the newly clean plates in her cabinet.

“You should get some sleep, sweetheart. I’ll still be here in the morning,” he told her.

“I’m not ready to go to bed yet, I don’t want to let you out of my sight,” she whined in protest.

He chuckled, pulling her into his chest and squeezing. She took the moment to breathe him in,

“Hey Dean, why’d you go to the bar when you got to town instead of to my apartment?” she’d been wondering for hours but hadn’t had the chance to ask yet. Finally, she said fuck it and went for it.

“I came here first. You weren’t home, and it’s a Saturday night. I figured the bar was a good place to start looking for you.”

Her heart warmed, swelling in her chest.

“Let’s just have a living room sleepover and watch movies til we fall asleep,” she suggested, pulling just far enough away to look at him.

“Or, and feel free to say no or slap me or whatever you think is appropriate, I could sleep with you tonight? We don’t have to do anything. I just want to be next to you.”

And he meant it. He’d never been so eager to simply sleep in the company of a woman in his life. He wanted more, sure, but he was fine with just holding her. She was warm, and she smelled of vanilla and strawberries. She was comfort and she felt like he’d found a home. Hunting didn’t really allow him one of those, so he savored her.

“Come on,” her voice was barely over a whisper as she pulled him by his hand to her room.

He had to fight the urge to inhale as he walked in. Her scent was so heavy in the room he could wrap up in it like a blanket. He felt like he was becoming addicted, and he dreaded leaving the next day. She was just as perfect, if not more so, than he remembered, and he didn’t understand how she came so easily to him when nobody else ever had.

“You’re welcome to shower before you go to sleep. I have some extra boxers that I think might fit you,” she hummed as she flitted about, cleaning up as much as she could. She wasn’t expecting him, and her stomach was in knots, butterflies fluttering in there like she’d never felt.

“Why do you have boxers laying around?” he asked, brows furrowed, a twinge of jealousy tainting his voice.

“Evelyn stayed over a few months ago with her ex boyfriend and they forgot to bring his boxers, so they went to the store and got some. He only used one pair out of the pack, the other two are still in there. I’m pretty sure he left a T shirt too, but I’d have to look for it,” she explained. She felt empowered by his slight jealousy; it made her feel wanted.

“Just the boxers will do,” he smiled, and she reached into one of her dresser drawers to fish the package out for him.

He went to shower and while he was gone, her nerves got the best of her. She paced, almost frantic, heart beating out of her chest. What if he made a move? What if he didn’t make a move? She hadn’t become less insecure since he’d last been there, and she worried about whether or not he even liked her. Maybe it was just a friendship thing for him. Maybe it was a pity thing. Maybe he didn’t want to see her at all, and just stumbled into her at the bar by accident.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, drawing her out of her panicked state. She stood frozen when she laid eyes on him, his hair wet and his chest bare. The boxers fit perfectly and her eyes widened when she noticed what they were hiding. It was…. intimidating, to say the least.

“Yes!” she squeaked out, jumping under the covers, willing the flush to leave her cheeks.

He climbed in beside her as she turned on her bedroom TV, putting on an old movie and turning the volume down for background noise.

“I can go to the couch if you’re uncomfortable,” he offered. His concern for her was evident.

“I’m not,” she said, all too quickly. “I just… I can’t believe you came back. Why did you come back?”

He sighed, heavy and thoughtful, “You’re all I’ve thought about since I met you. I talk about you all the time. I didn’t send Sammy on that hunt alone, he went without telling me and called me on the way. Told me to drive here and see you before he goes crazy.”

“Why are you so interested in me?”

“I guess for the same reason you’re so interested in me. It’s not something I can explain. It’s just something I feel.”

“Yeah,” she paused, “Tonight is the first night I’ve gone out since you left. I’ve been waiting for a knock at my door like an idiot. You’ve.. you’ve vexed me.”

“You vexed me first.”

She met his eyes, startled by how close he was to her.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered.

“Why?”

“Trust me. Close your eyes.”

She did as he asked. She hoped he’d kiss her, but she was only half expecting him to, doubt gnawing at her like a dog with a bone.

It let go of her, though, the second his lips met hers.

It was the kind of kiss a girl doesn’t forget. Heavy, and soft, and passionate, and desperate. And sweet. So sweet. His taste was burned into her memory and if she was ruined before, she was much worse for wear now.

He slipped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest, embracing her like he’d wanted to since the moment they met. She whined, needy and pliant, and he had to fight the urge to groan. He’d never felt want like he did with her. She made him feel like he could do anything.

She arched her back into him, wanting to be closer. She thought she’d die without more of him right that second. His bare skin taunted her, warm and hard and inviting. Her nipples hardened through her thin tank top, pushing against him, creating the most beautiful friction. She couldn’t hold back her moan when his tongue brushed against hers, and her leg found it’s way over his hip, her core meeting his in a fit of need.

The groan he’d been saving came out full force, his hand sliding over the curve of her ass, pulling her closer, wanting…. wanting…. wanting. Only then did the kiss slow, coming to a sweet and breathless end.

“Maybe we should wait,” he suggested.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.

“I’d rather work for you, sweetheart. I don’t want this to be something you regret. I want it to be perfect, like you deserve. And I just don’t think I deserve you quite yet.”

“Dean..” she breathed out, unsure of what to say. He was so… careful with her. It turned her into a puddle. “We can wait. But you deserve everything.”

“You are everything.”

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[apostaterevolutionary]

The genuine stress I am experiencing waiting for final verdicts on veilguard is actually embarassing lmfao like pls why am I having very real anxiety over whether a video game will live up to my dreams about it or not. Why couldn't I have the math autism, what the fuck is this madness sdklsd

(This is a long personal rant about my own personal anxieties from a person who has not played the game yet and is waiting until people start finishing it cause I need to go in with the correct expectations or else I risk ruining the entire franchise for myself forever and I cannot do that)

Like okay I'm not doubting that it's commercially successful and a lot of people like it. That's great. I'm happy about that. But also. There's a lot of very successful games I personally don't like? I really disliked Hades for example. It's boring and repetitive and the combat is all just button mashing and I don't get the appeal at all. But it's a very successful game - obviously I am the outlier and that's fine. I have no problem with that. But any game that's ever compared in any way to Hades is one I won't buy cause I really, really didn't like it

I don't like soulsbournes either - unless they have difficulty settings and a strong narrative (respawn's star wars games are about the only ones I like tbh, and even then I do find the combat gets too repetitive at a certain point after completing the main story. Not too much that it's bad, but just by that point I'm avoiding enemies a lot cause I just want to get that last collectible gdi, stop spawning fucking stormtroopers all over the place lmao). But that's another genre of game that I just don't personally like even thought other people do. Elden Ring was massive and it's not that the people who like it are wrong, it's just that tastes vary and I don't enjoy that kind of experience

So when people compare veilguard to god of war (never played) or mass effect (games I like, but are a very different play experience than dragon age and I've always preferred DA by a lot for a reason) I'm like. Well okay you keep saying it's a good game, but is it a good dragon age game? Does it feel like dragon age? Am I going to open it up and go ah, yes, I'm home, or is it going to be like coming to a place I always used to go and finding everything's different and it's just a barely recognizable shadow of what I remember? Will it feel the way I want it to feel? Will it feel like the thing that defined several years of my life and fundamentally changed me as a person or will it feel like a stranger?

(Yes, I know it's "just a video game", but we don't always get to choose what matters to us and annihilation comes for us all, so let little shit matter to people okay)

And then I see people saying how bioware hasn't been an rpg studio since inquisition and anyone expecting an rpg was an idiot and like. Wait, wtf do you mean you all weren't expecting the newest released in a very well-known rpg series to be a fucking rpg??? Like yeah. Mass effect isn't but it never has been - it's always been a shooter with some rpg elements. Anthem wasn't either but anthem was a weird one off that flopped really bad. So yeah. I expected veilguard to be an rpg. If anything, my fear was they'd lean into inquisition's style a bit too much, as it was a very successful game at the time (won game of the year!) and even if a lot of us bitch about its flaws now, no one can deny it was successful. So yeah. I guess I was one of the "idiots" who can't let go of bioware's era of making amazing rpgs because that's what I started playing their games for. To wait 10 years for what sounds like is a massive genre pivot (and yes, I know it was originally an online game but I figured they'd pivot back to what they know they do well rather than entirely new territory) is... idk man, it feels bad

And like. I guess it's fine if veilguard cannot be called a dragon age game in terms of mood and feel. It's allowed to be that. But 1) ngl that is a disappointment to me and 2) like, that changes the way I approach playing it. If some of the rumours/vague hints/possible spoilers I've read are true, then I won't be able to play it like a dragon age game, I'll have to play it as a mass effect game. And like. Again, I like mass effect, but there's a reason I've played the trilogy only a few times and the DA games like over a dozen for origins and DA2. ME is just an inherently more stressful experience and that's all fine and good, but again, if it was an ME game, that would make more sense, the expectations are different for the two series'. Is it really so wrong to want a DA game to feel like DA? Or to be upset if it doesn't? Like yes, if I buy an apple I want an apple, and even if I like oranges, I don't think it's wrong to be upset if I bite into my apple and boom, it's just an orange inside, you know. It's not that oranges are bad, it's that I wanted an apple and expected an apple considering the sign said "apples"

And of course all of this might be alleviated by playing it but 1) again, these games matter to me and if I'm too disappointed, it can ruin everything for me and I don't want that - I've literally been thinking about a DA2 tattoo for the last couple years and this game suddenly coming out is the only reason I didn't get it this fall (and like, if I go in knowing it's not gonna be xyz, then I can deal with it, but I need to know first), and 2) it costs $80 of canada's own dollars lmao like. Yeah, you can get a refund on steam games if you don't like them, but you gotta play less than 2 hours and I don't think that's going to be enough to say for sure

Anyway, idk, this is a thought dump cause idk how to feel and I am just desperately waiting for some unbiased (or, rather, biased in the particular way I am biased lmao) final game opinions and in conclusion:

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