#their love is so beautiful... it makes me cry..

[tecittoo]

Before sunrise!!!!

what was the best and/or your favourite film that you watched for the first time this year?

[okwonyo]

KISS ME MORE ◟⠀ 日语 ❝　⎯⎯ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾, 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝗂 𝖽𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾.

𝖠𝖫𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖫𝖸 ⸝⸝ them and different kisses shared.

enhypen x fem!r ⠀'ㅅ'⠀ (7OO) ｡ fluff established relationship .. 但 kissing skinship crying 「 MORE 」

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HEESEUNG

01. a small, fleeting kiss. his lips touching yours fir a split second— before he pulls away and catches your eyes. he goes back immediately. passionate, hungry.

02. him laying on top of you after making you fall on the bed. pressing his chest against yours, his heart beat going along with yours, he pins your wrists gently. the feeling of his hot mouth on your neck tingles. he doesn’t stop.

03. he bites his lower lip as he walks towards you. his hands are hidden in his pocket and the wind lifts his hair beautifully. you are a bit taller this time—given the fact that you stand on a stairwell. he doesn’t think twice, he leans in and rest his lips on yours.

JONGSEONG

01. his hands hold your face firmly yet ever so softly. your giggles makes his pulse go faster as he peppers your face with wet kisses after a whispered, “god, you are so beautiful.”

02. strong arms hugging your waist, his dulcet lips pecks your shoulders as you weep gently. each contact between your shoulder and his mouth is reassuring, blossoming with comfort.

03. the tiredness written all over his face as he walks towards you. his cravate is already untied, a small smile tugs his lips when he sees your beautiful face. he falls on you, demanding a kiss to remedy to his awful day at work. you indulge.

JAEYUN

01. giggling in each other’s mouth. teeth smashing together as you are both unable to not smile. a kiss filled with electricity that takes over your entire body.

02. connecting your lips to say goodbye—but missing each other already. pulling away but coming back for another one, “last one” he swears, in a hoarse whisper, desperate voice. it isn’t true.

03. soft fingertips pression on your back, from under your shirt. he traces circles, careful and gentle, as the way he kisses. it keeps you in place, too soothed to move— and even if you could, you would rather kiss him anyway.

SUNGHOON

01. a lingering kiss on your knuckles, keeping eye contact as you gasp softly. the type of contact he knows makes butterflies blossom in your stomach. his action doesn’t come to an end, he trails his lips all the way to your shoulder.

02. him lifting you up effortlessly as you kiss. you wrapping your legs around him. a heated kiss shared on the kitchen’s counter as his thumb caresses your upper tight.

03. passionate lips smashing, in the bathroom before you could even get your clothes off your body. it grows more and more delicate as the time goes— it’s too addictive, you forget you were supposed to shower.

SUNOO

01. cuddling in bed. you hidden in his arms as he pats the back of your head in an angelic motion. soft kisses planted on the top of your head, multiple kisses on your cheeks and a peck on your mouth.

02. jumping into his arms after a while being away from each other. a warm hug that fills your hearts with growing love. you smooch his cheeks multiple times while he laughs.

03. roseate cheeks as he places soft kisses on your clavicle. he is so sweet, a little tipsy and a bit shy— but he keeps his track. he hold your hips to pull you closer as he bites your skin gently.

JUNGWON

01. teasing lip touch on your pouty lips. “talk to me, baby,” he murmurs whereupon he pulls away. each kiss lasting longer and longer, he tells you that he loves you every time he comes back. you end up laughing.

02. in the cool evening, sitting on the couch with your legs in his laps. he strokes your skin, enchanting and dulcet, before kissing your knee without any warning.

03. running away from your friends, sneaking around, hiding somewhere you can’t be seen—or interrupted. sharing secrets pecks as you both chuckle, it is exciting and sweet.

RIKI

01. a bashful expression on the surface on his face. cheeks getting redder as he leans in. a shy, delicate kiss. your eyes meet when you both pull away, fluttering open, still dazed with love. few others kisses are shared.

02. hugging you from behind, strongly and gently. planting multiple kisses on your temple as your sweet laugh fills the room. then you turn your head towards his, your lips touch.

03. him admiring, wonderstruck, your habit— scrunching your nose when you get shy or when someone teases you, even when you are about to laugh. he kisses it once, only when you are all alone, like a secret between the two of you.

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지아 starting the year with kisses, from my heart to yours 🎀

[buckyalpine]

2025, lets GO. 18+ Minors dni. A teaser of my thots. Don’t know what's wrong with me and tbh I don’t think we’ll ever find out. But I can’t stop thinking about this man’s cock. Such a pretty, pretty, super soldier cock. In the most descriptive way imaginable. Imagine a touched starved menace Bucky. The way he’d want to be touched, how fucking good it feels when your lips wander to his most sensitive areas. Getting him so horny, he’s telling you every damn thing his cock is feeling without holding back because he’s so desperate. 

“Suck the tip angel, please” The last word nearly melts into a sob because you’ve been teasing him for far too long and you know exactly where he wants you. 

“Yeah? Why should I baby?” You coo, rubbing the sides of his thighs, “What’s so special about that, m’already sucking you here” Your lips drag up his shaft, letting your tongue lave up and down, ignoring the little mess he’s making with precum dripping from his slit. 

It’s torture.

Beautiful, delicious torture. 

“C’mon, please, don’t make me beg doll, it’s swollen n’sensitive there, just suck it a little, m’so hard” You love the way his thighs squirm on the bed, spreading wider for you because he needs to much more. 

“Poor baby, you like it when I suck your cock?

“Y-yeah baby, fuck yes” His head is thrown back on the pillow while he chest heaves when you move down to take one of his balls in your mouth, his soft sack throbbing each time you toy with him. They’re so full, he has no idea what to do with himself. 

He’s fucking aching because there you are, worshipping him in places he’d doesn’t expose to just anyone. His length stands tall and proud, a sheen of sweat covering his body because each time a drop of precum slips out, you tap your index finger against his slit to collect it, just to lick it with your fingers. 

“Angel, just-please-mph-” He cut himself off when you brush over his frenulum with your tongue, he didn’t even know he was capable of making such a sound when he whines for more. He was being such a needy thing, you give into his pleading, taking that plush tip between your lips, the cry he lets out makes you drip. “Is it right there, baby? That’s where you wanted me to suck you?”

“Right-fuck, right there, don’t-don’t stop, don’t fuckin’ stop, please angel, please-shit-” The rest of his voice dies into a series of whimpers when you begin to nurse on him and he swears his soul leaves his body. He looks down to find your eyes looking up at him, your mouth so full, the veins along his length pulsating. “I can feel it fuckin’ swelling in your mouth, it’s so hard, fuck it’s never been this hard” 

You start to take more of him in, letting his tip hit your throat, suppressing a gag and that really sets him off, he’d never been this mouthy before, to be fair he’d also never gotten head like this before, also he considered himself a gentleman but God you made it so difficult with the way you sucked his soul-

“Just like that baby, sucking my cock so good, so fucking good, my balls are so full of cum for you, m’so full n’hard-”

“Don’t stop-don’t-st-stop, mph, yeah, yeah-” his eyes struggle to stay open, those pretty nipples hard, his muscles tensed when you move faster, “I can’t-need to be inside you-fuck”

Before you can do anything, he pulls you off his cock and manhandles you onto your back, spreading your legs apart and tossing them over his shoulders. He can smell how fucking soaked you are, slamming his cock in all the way with a brutal pace.

“FUCK J-JAMES” Your nails dig into his skin to hold on for dear life with the way he’s selfishly taking, his voice muffled with the way his lips have found their way to your neck, needly sucking between rambling about how good you feel-

“Say my name again, fuck-again doll, need it, wanna hear my name on your lips with my cock in you, s’all for you, fuckin’ hard n’aching for you baby, say it-

“JAMES-Oh god- I”

“Fuck, m’already making a mess” His hips work faster already feeling his orgam ready to blow, “You make my cock so fuckin’ leaky, can feel it squirting out of you-y/n, I can’t-gonna cum, m’gonna cum so fuckin’ much-

His hands come to lace with yours, his full body weight dropping while he start to grind into your cunt, burying himself as far as he could go. He doesn’t pull away from your neck hiding away, his breath panting against your skin.

“M-cu-fuck, m’cumming-shit” He makes the most obscene moan you’ve ever heard, his body stilling with his cock bursting with streams of his seed. You can feel him twitch inside you, the sensation alone enough to make you squeeze around him, clinging onto him as you cum with him, “Oh God baby I can feel you -milking my dick,-gonna-oh fuck m’cumming again!!” His hand slams the mattress, giving you a few harsh sloppy thrusts, slamming into you fully unload every bit of him into your pussy.

Now, don’t get me started on how this man spends the night pumping you full, only pulling out (reluctantly) when he’s soft. He’s used to having clothes on by now so he’s a little self conscious when your eyes drift down to his no longer hard length covered in a mix of you and him. His cheeks warm at the way you look at him, he’d about to cover until you lick him clean, he’s so fucking sensitive but it feels too good, he’s still leaking, his very pink, silky an soft cockhead continuously making a wet mess and if he hadn’t died before, he definitely did now-

So this was in the drafts for years months. I have so many more that I have to finish but one at a time. Also, I really need to post a life upate. 

[xf-cases-solved]

thinking about how one of the most romantic and emotionally devastating things mulder has ever done was see an apollo 11 keychain, buy it, and then take scully out for what will presumably be her last ever birthday and give it to her, saying so casually that it was something that reminded him of her, as if the reason it reminded him of her wasn't the least casual reason in the world. as if he hadn't gifted her that keychain as a way of telling her that, "hey, jsyk, i have been searching for the Truth my entire life, and i used to think i worked better alone, but it wasn't until you came into my life that i realized that if i am ever going to expose all the lies and make the world better, i am going to need help. specifically your help. you aren't some person who i got saddled with who turned out to be a good sounding board; you are the reason i can still do this in the first place. you are the person i turn to when i'm lost. you are the person i trust. you have been my companion on this journey, and if this really is the end for us, i can't let you go without making sure you understand that i see every sacrifice you have ever made for me, and that those sacrifices were not in vain. that i needed you with me. that i need you still. that i will never stop needing you, whether you're here or not"

like, it's his entire ftf monologue contained in a keychain, and while i kind of desperately wish we could have heard him explain its significance with his own words, i do think it's kind of beautiful that she was able to put it together anyway. and the way he watches her as she explains it is so fucking reverent. so fucking in love. like you can just hear him thinking "what am i going to do without you?"

idk man, do you ever just cry?

[fushitoru]

helloooo i literally ADOREEE your writing and have read ALL of your jjk works istg!!! i was wondering if you had any recs for any series? ive been in a slump lately and i rlly wanna read some new fics but cant find any :((

oh i gotchu. all of these are NSFW (unless otherwise indicated), well written, and untragic ending (uhhh unless i remember wrong, some of these i read a long time ago) because i'm picky and a pussy.

completed

gojo satoru

convergence theory (ao3)

canon au, marriage of convenience au. tension is well written, and gojo is a little shit lke he would be in canon. beautiful and yummy characterization of him as the complex character he is.

shame on me by @starmapz

canon au. i love how gojo is written, and i love trish's writing style, lol. reader has a curse inside her, like sukuna is inside yuji, and gojo comes to take her to jjt. it's very well written the yearning >

games and matches by @lostfracturess

modern au, dad's best friend au. AHHH HE'S SOSOSO FINE IN THIS like i need him so bad. i just love reader's inner conflict and also the drama. i need dilf gojo <3

pandora's box by @c0pkiller

priest au. it's just so interesting to see them battle their impulses and what their religion has told them to do. the pining is chef's kiss, and satoru is realllyyy sweet in this one. i didn't know what to expect when i was reading it but wow it was very, very well written.

moonlight (ao3)

canon au, mating bond au. sort of omega verse but not really. the sexual tension is INSANE and it's genuinely so well written. the angst is delicious and the comfort that follows is even more delicious.

family formation by @dellalyra

found family au in canon universe. i love this one, super fluffy and well written. it's super domestic, and very comforting. i love gojo (as a father and daddy :p)

ukiyo (ao3)

secret marriage au in canon. super flufy as well baha gojo is adorbs :3

baby steps by @lemonlover1110

pregnancy au, and if i remember correctly canon au. the tea in this is crazyyy actually, and i felt the angst as gojo and reader grappled with the pregnancy. i loved the ending, it felt so rewarding <3

nanami kento

inflitration by @pseudowho

canon au, fake marriage au. i loved the pining in this. It had a lot of my favorite tropes, including forced proximity, the classic making out to avoid getting caught, and fake marriage (to overthrow a cult). also haitch writes this man beautifully so ik it was going to a banger

strangers in love by @ayyy-pee

exes to lover au, and the angst hurts really good. they make up very well by the end and i love this series a lottt. lexi writes conflicts out so beautifully, and im so in love. the end had me on my toes but i was so glad nanami pulled thru <3

your best friend's brother by @delirious-donna

modern au, best friend's brother au. the humor is done amazingly well, and their writing style is amazing. The sexual tension is actually INSANE there were times I was screaming at them to fuck because of the chemistry they had :3

toji fushiguro

unscripted (ao3) by @ryowriten / @kasukuna

modern au, toji's a erotic va in this. ITS SO FUNNy and megumi is super super silly. reader is so me coded (she's a loser basically) and toji is super hot. the sexual tension is amazing and it feels like reading a rom com.

sukuna ryomen

hesitance by @yenayaps

modern au, gym employees au SO FLUFFFYYY READER IS ME. i love sukuna like this, where he's so down bad. the ending is sooo sweeet it'll make you cry

defiance by @yenayaps

heian era au. GRAAHHHHHH THIS ONE WAS SO SWEET IT'S SO CUTE LIKE THE ENDING MADE ME CRY BC IT WAS SO SWEET. everyone needs to read this one, i love heian era aus like this

ongoing (BUT i have very strong faith that they are going to be finished because the authors are active with frequent updates. otherwise i'll kms live on camera)

what you know by @starmapz

sukuna x reader college AU. SUPER self indulgent, sukuna is such a cutie. i would even say found family au because sukuna takes care of his brothers and AHHH IT'S ADORABLEEE <3 it's also really steamy bc sukuna is SO HOT so :333

kickoff by @celestie0

gojo x reader, college AU. oh my god i love this series gojo is so lore accurate if he was a college student in 2024. he's just ughhhh so well written you will have such a crush on him. also reader is a baddie too what can i say

in holy matrimony by @celestie0

gojo x reader, modern au, fake marriage au. the banter in this is BEAUTIFUL it's so fucking funny. it's sort of like a rom com, and the angst is just written so beautifully. reader is just a girl :(

motherhood and matrimony by @alygator77

gojo x reader, fake marriage au ceo au. AHH THIS FIC IS MY GUILTY PLEASURE. please im always on my toes with this one, reader's a single mom and her son's interaction w gojo are sooo cute. gojo best dad :(

controller by @yenayaps

sukuna x reader, ceo au. i haven't gotten the chance to fully read this one but WOW seeing the tags + knowing how sienna writes this is gonna be FIRE

angels in the snow (ao3)

nanami x reader, strangers to lovers. don't be afraid to pick this one up just because it's ongoing, you'll feel very satisfied because it feels like a collection (and has 52 chapters already) than an incomplete series. nanami and reader meet at an airport and have to drive home together bc their flight gets canceled. the progression of their relationship is so sweet, and he's suchhh a green flag. very comfy <3

[karaeilishh]

𝜗𝜚 don’t smile b. eilish . . .

a/n — oh i love desperate billie 🙁

smut

you swallow hard before taking a deep breath and opening the door, taking a few steps forward. the faint scent of expensive alcohol fills your lungs before you can even spot a single familiar face in the crowd of strangers laughing and having fun under the dimly lit fluorescent lights. 

you smooth the fabric of your cream-colored dress a few times, checking that none of the bows have come undone while you were on your way here. 

a few curious glances turn to you before you hear whispers. a sickening feeling makes your stomach drop, putting an uncomfortable pressure on your entire body. it takes some effort to move forward through the crowd. although, it would be better if you stayed there. 

your heart clenches painfully when your gaze falls on one of the couches against the wall, where an achingly familiar figure is sitting. long black hair, baggy jeans decorated with incomprehensible patterns. a cap, as always, with the peak backwards. she even dared to wear the shirt you gave her. and now that shirt was being clung to by another girl, sitting in her arms.

you probably would have even been able to walk past her calmly, if a lump of nausea hadn’t risen in your throat when a pair of sky-blue eyes pierced your heart with sharp daggers. your fingertips began to shake.

billie’s face contorted in weak surprise as guilt filled her heart. she shifted slightly, no longer keeping her hands on the blonde and nervously tugging at the hem of her short. as if it would change what you saw a few seconds ago.

“hey, beautiful.” an unfamiliar female voice pulled you out of your painful thoughts, making you turn your head towards a tall, slender brunette holding a glass of expensive champagne in her hand. her fingers fluttered over the bare skin of your shoulder before she leaned in too close.

you couldn't see billie's eyes, but you could definitely feel the capillaries in her eyes about to burst from anger.

"can i buy you a drink?" her voice was soft, drenched in fake tenderness that immediately pushed you away. unlike billie, you weren't going to make her jealous or anything like that.

you gently placed your hands on the stranger's chest, gently pushing her away from you. your eyes followed her face before you apologized and told her that you weren't interested in meeting new people. thankfully, she wasn't pushy.

your head turned towards the large christmas tree decorating the spacious room, so you didn't see how quickly and desperately billie jumped up from the couch, almost running towards you to grab your hand and lead you into the nearest empty room. she gently pushed you against the wall before checking that all the other doors were closed.

"billie.." you take an awkward step forward, trying to calm your wildly beating heart, threatening to fly out of your chest. she looks at you with desperate eyes, taking a few more steps until you are centimeters from your body. lips almost touch, breathtaking.

"please, don't say anything" her nose flutters over your neck, only a few seconds before her lips touch your soft skin. she whimpered from the taste, lowering her hands to your waist, then pulling you to her, feeling you even through the layers of clothes.

"i live by thinking about us" her lips trace your collarbone, leaving a small bite, not causing any discomfort, but making you sigh, feeling how painful it becomes to breathe. “it’s the only thing that can make me smile” your hands fall to her shoulders, sliding higher up her neck, making you desperate to feel her beneath your fingertips as you pull her closer to you. 

“don’t smile because it happened” you whisper softly, desperately, but every inflection of your voice vibrates in her ears, making her mouth go dry. billie straightens up now, looking into your eyes with a forbidden desire that eats her up from the inside. tears threaten to roll down her cheeks. “cry because it’s over”

she purses her lips, leaning forward to press her forehead to yours. hands meet between your bodies, fingers intertwining, clinging desperately to each other. you wanted, craved, starved. it was higher and more complex than normal human feelings.

lips breaking in a passionate, fiery kiss, filling your hearts with love and pain at the same time. memories of how she held this girl, how she let her cling to her, like she really belonged to her. it wasn't true. you both knew it.

"you supposed to think about me every time you hold her" your voice turns cold, putting like a hundred pounds on her heart. she kneels down, not caring at all about the bruises that will remain after.

she doesn't even have to touch your body for your hand to fall down, tugging the cap off her head and tangling your fingers in her long hair. she gives in to the grip, slightly lifting the hem of your dress to cover your thighs with wet kisses, running her tongue over the milky skin.

"your name on my tongue, even when i call her" the confession makes your insides give in to anticipation, throwing your head back against the wall. your breath catches as she slowly, almost physically torturously, pulls your underwear down your legs, holding your hand as you step out of it.

like this is all happening for the first time again. like she's touching your body like this for the first time.

"billie..." a heavy sigh as she gently places your leg on her shoulder, her cheek pressing against your bare thigh, making you shudder in anticipation. your head was spinning, a knot already forming in your stomach, just from the sight of her beautiful face between your legs. she was your girl.

fingers dig deeper into her hair as she slowly runs her tongue along your slit, collecting the wetness that formed just from missing her. she moans at the taste, desperately clutching your waist to bury her face between your thighs.

her tongue works fast, hitting all the sensitive spots and making you moan into your palm. she knew your body better than you did. only she could make your chest feel this way. only she.

"please, look at me.." her voice is muffled by your flesh as you look down, moving your hand to wipe a few tears from her eyes. billie sighs in relief, not taking her mouth away from your sweetness for a second more.

your heel scrapes her clothed back, only igniting a new flame between two needy bodies. billie loved your scratches on her strong back, your little hickeys on the underside of her neck. anything to make everyone know that she belongs to you. her heart, mind, soul, and body. all yours.

her lips wrap around your clit, which is the final point, causing you to arch your back, pressing your pussy even harder against her face. your eyes roll back into the back of your head. your fingers hold her hair tightly. your juices drip down her chin, onto her t-shirt.

“damn..” your body goes limp, but billie rises in time, hugging you tightly. her arms hold you securely upright before she sits you down on the nearest surface, handing you your panties with a playful smile. “can you handle this yourself, princess?”

butterflies flutter in your stomach at the nickname, but you simply giggle and return the item of underwear back to your body. “thank you,” the voice is quiet, intimate. billie kneels, resting her chin on your thigh. her gaze is piercing again, loving. she is so in love with you.

"don't wanna be without you" she whispers, making that sad face that made you melt every time. your fingers reach for her hand, gently wrapping around it. billie helps you up, an arm around your waist, before your body is in her arms.

"your girlfriend will see us"

"you're my girlfriend"

tags — @chrissv4mp, @hkkuugu, @sweet3nerrr, @krosep, @stonerfromlesbos, @loveyoumatthewbernard, @47lake @ohdoyoustillcry, @bilsdillldough, @n0vabug, @bxllxebxtch, @hopingforgoodblogs, @meliciousmel13, @mybluebossanova @sturnsmia, @maafe19 @amara-eilish @tativi @ifwdominicfike @drunkinyourbenz @sturnl0ve

[headkiss]

hi hi there! Newcomer to your blog here, and I just wanna say that I love love love your writing sm, it makes me warm and happy and I wanna consume it like good soup. I saw that you’re looking for Spencer requests (my beautiful beloved baby) and I was wondering if I could just request a classic friends to lovers where the reader is a member of the team, and gets hurt on a case and that’s what makes Spencer realize? Any format you’d like. This might be a bit tmi but I just got broken up with and honestly fictional men are the only thing getting me through this rn, and seeing you were taking requests was just straight up happiness. Thank you!

this is so sweet what if i cry :,) i hope this helps you at least a little bit (especially since this has been sitting in my drafts for a MINUTE) <3 you will get through this my love (spencer thinks so too!) | 0.7k words!! my first spencer fic so bare with me 😅 tw mention of a knife and a small injury !

You’re no stranger to taking risks. Nobody at the BAU is. It’s practically written into your job descriptions. Split-second decisions, no room for mistakes.

Only, usually they seem to pay off. Mostly. This time, you aren’t so lucky.

After three days of profiling and trying to catch this unsub, of new victims and suspects and secrets uncovered by Garcia, you’ve finally found him. Apprehending an unsub seems to either be the easiest or toughest part of a case.

This time around, it’s the latter. He’s stubborn, and smarter than you’d like to admit, and when you think you’ve got an opening, the upper hand, that one wrong move proves you wrong.

It’s so quick, the way he grabs your wrist and twists your arm behind your back harshly, a pained groan escaping your mouth before you can suppress it. The way the team all springs into action quickly, talking to him calmly, Hotch at the forefront.

And the look on Spencer’s face. The pleading in his eyes that he can’t seem to control.

He’s who you look to first. Who you keep looking at, because you think if anyone could keep you calm in this moment, if anyone could make you believe you’ll be okay, it’s him.

There’s a knife held to your neck, a cruel grip on your arm, and still, you look at Spencer.

“I won’t cut her if you let me go,” the unsub says. You squeeze your eyes shut before blinking them back open.

You know Hotch has a plan, and if he doesn’t, then Emily does, and so on. They’re all incredible, and there’s not a part of you that thinks they won’t get you out of this, but your heart still pounds, your stomach still twists in fear.

“Go ahead,” Hotch says.

“Hotch-” Spencer’s voice is quiet but sharp. He trusts Aaron, he always has, but you aren’t something he wants to gamble.

“You won’t get far,” Hotch continues.

You find Spencer’s eye and nod at him, so slight that he’d be the only one to pick up on it, since he’s paying such close attention to you. Under different circumstances, you might feel your heart flutter from it.

Sure enough, Aaron does have a plan, and before you can really process what he’s said or done to get through to him, the unsub lets you go with a harsh push, and the first place you go is into Spencer’s waiting arms.

“Take her outside, Reid, we’ve got this,” Morgan says quickly. Spencer doesn’t fight him on it.

He walks you out with one arm tight around your waist and the other stabilizing your wrist. His hands are far kinder than the ones that had been on you moments ago, and you let him hold some of your weight until you’re settled sitting in the back of one of the ambulances on scene.

Spencer watches them wrap your wrist with a tensor bandage, watches them assure you that it’s just a sprain, that you’re otherwise injury-free. He holds your good hand the entire time. Maybe too tightly.

You both wait until the paramedics are done and have walked away to help somebody else before speaking.

“Well, that was fun,” you say. Your instincts are always to play things down, to hide behind jokes. Still, you let yourself lean your head against Spencer’s shoulder.

“No, it wasn’t,” he says. The hand that isn’t holding yours covers your bouncing knee. “I know a lot about odds, and they weren’t in our favor back there.”

“It was mostly my fault, probably. I let him get too close.”

“We arrived seconds later than we should have. That car slowed us down in the intersection on the way, and then the rest was off.” He tells you. Comforting you the way he knows how; with the facts. “Time is what went wrong. Not you. Never you.”

You pick your head up and turn your head to look at him, his hair falling around his ears, his eyes still worried but soft. “Never, huh? I’m gonna remember that.”

Reid squeezes your good hand, his pinky running across your wrist to find your pulse, like he’s making sure you’re really okay. “I don’t think I’ve ever been quite so afraid on the job.”

“Not even when you’re the one being held like that?” you ask.

“No,” he tells you. “Not even then.”

[mvrdermeharder]

Ooh this is seems fun, thank you for tagging me Pixie!💞

Age: 20

Height: 166/167cm but i’m not sure lol (that should be 5’6 in freedom units)

Grade: 1st year in university

Confidence: 3/10 in general, but i’m a very good actor, others always say i look exceptionally confident. When i’m dancing and/or on stage my confidence is 10/10, literally nothing else makes me feel so alive. (This year i haven’t been able to dance at all and i miss it terribly.)

Happiness: honestly? 2/10 and i can’t see the score getting better, i’ve been feeling lower and lower.

Gender: cis fem, can’t see it changing.

Sexuality: pretty sure i’m bi, and i think i’m more attracted to women sexually. Men too, but mostly when i’m drunk.

Romantic: Bi, although i think i’d prefer to date a woman.

Fav food: mm idk honestly… it used to be ice cream, but lately i’m not finding any joy/pleasure in eating, even when it comes to my old favorites. So that sucks ig.

Fav show: i love Gumball and Young Sheldon (bittersweet nostalgia) and my all time favorite series is Devilman Crybaby. It always makes me cry, it’s such a beautiful story, and the OST is simply incredible.

Fav movie: Nausicaä by Hayao Miyazaki (saw it first when i was 9, and it never fails to make me cry to this day) and Moulin Rouge, which i’d discovered recently: watched it drunk with a friend and got teary-eyed haha (the visual and choreographed storytelling is insane, if nothing else, watch the Roxanne choreo)

Fav song: When the sun hits by Slowdive is my absolute favorite rn, it makes me tear up. Close seconds are Doll by Shrimp, Leach boy by Crywank, Black out days by Phantogram, Solitaire by Fiancé, Tip Toes by Half•alive (they all make me cry lol)

Fav artist: Grimes, i love her albums up to 2020, and i’m obsessed with her fashion sense, tattoos and just her whole look in general (less so abt her politics/behavior/use of ai…) Other artists i love are Slowdive, Interpol, David Bowie, Tame Impala… just to name a few, but i could go on forever, i’m a huge music lover.

Relationship status: single, i would love to have a girlfriend and to make her happy.

Fav color: a comforting and sensual burgundy, but i also love a chilling icy-blue that makes me feel cold.

Fav season: maybe spring… it’s magical to see the world and nature come alive. But lately, i’ve started to appreciate how breathtaking a cold and barren winter is. So maybe i’m leaning more towards winter.

Followers: 115 but about 57 of them don’t have a title/pfp, so i suspect some these might be bots lol

Wow this got unnecessarily lengthy jfc. And shit, i’ve learned that all my fav things make me cry what the hell. This got so pathetic for what?? (.. at least i tried being honest for once in my life lol)

Tagging you @sailorzzzrenn @miyamiwu @ze-gnomo-das-novinha if you’re interested, but absolutely no pressure♡

+ If some of my other mutuals or followers want to join, please do so! I’d love to see more ppl join if interested<3

End of year stats!

Age: won’t say but minor

Height: 5’5

Grade: won’t say

Confidence: 7/10

Happiness: 5/10

Gender: gender fluid

Sexuality: asexual

Romantic: aroflux

Fav food: probably ramen?

Fav show: b99

Fav movie: not any

Fav song: too many to pick!!!

Fav artist: wallows or dayglow

Relationship status: single

Fav colour: green

Fav season: winter

Followers: 358 (as of Dec 29 at 2 am)

[lizziesangel]

RAFE CAMERON ⟢ i’m sorry

x KOOK!FEM!reader ⟢ MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: based on this request - you and rafe end in bad terms, he just wants to talk to you, but when he tries to, the people who he owes money to decide to pass by.

WORD COUNT: +2.6k

GENRE: angsty

CONTENT WARNING: rafe is a MESS, mentions of blood, gunshot and hospital!

rafe was a storm brewing beneath clear skies. to anyone else, he looked like just another spoiled son of the outer banks elite, pulling into the country club in his sleek black suv. but behind the wheel, his knuckles were white against the leather, his jaw set like stone. he hadn’t slept—not really. every time he closed his eyes, he saw your face, the way your expression had crumpled when he’d told you it was over.

and oh, the memory gutted him.

he killed the engine, sitting in the stillness of the parking lot, but his mind was anything but calm. he could still hear the way his own voice had cracked, the way he’d nearly broken right there in front of you. “this isn’t working anymore,” he’d said, the words like acid on his tongue. “you deserve better, okay? someone who’s… good. and that’s not me.”

you had begged him to explain, your voice trembling, tears welling in your eyes. but he couldn’t. he didn’t think he deserved you, not your kindness, not your laughter, not the way you looked at him like he was worth something.

how could someone like you—sweet, soft, angelic—love someone like him? a man who couldn’t even love himself?

the thought made his stomach twist.

rafe had spent his entire life learning how to put up walls, to shove people away before they could see what was really underneath. and for a while, he’d let himself believe that maybe you were different. maybe you could love him despite his sharp edges. but the closer you got, the more he panicked.

so, he’d done what he always did: ruined it before you could.

and now, here he was, sitting in the parking lot of the country club, knowing full well you’d be inside with your friends, laughing over mimosas like nothing had happened. he hated himself for wanting to see you, for wanting to make sure you were okay.

he shoved the door open and stepped into the sunlight, running a hand through his hair. the familiar hum of the club surrounded him: tennis balls thwacking against rackets, the chatter of the wealthy, the clink of glasses on trays. it was all so routine, so normal, and yet he felt like he was walking into a minefield.

he found you immediately.

you were seated at a table by the terrace, a vision of effortless beauty in a sundress, your smile lighting up the space around you. it was like nothing had changed, like you hadn’t spent the last week crying over the mess he’d made of you both.

but rafe saw it. the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes, the way you seemed distracted even as your friends talked around you.

he swallowed hard, his chest tightening. what the hell was he doing here?

he should leave. turn around, get back in his car, and drive until the ache in his chest was nothing more than a distant memory. but his feet wouldn’t move.

because as much as he wanted to pretend he’d let you go for your sake, the truth was he’d been lying to himself.

he’d pushed you away because he was scared. because he couldn’t handle the thought of you realizing what a mess he was and leaving him first.

and now, seeing you here, pretending you were okay, rafe realized he might’ve made the biggest mistake of his life.

but what could he do about it now?

the laughter at the table dulled in your ears. you weren’t really paying attention to your friends’ conversation—hadn’t been for weeks, if you were honest. a distraction here, a small joke there, but it all felt like going through the motions. the ache in your chest hadn’t faded since rafe had broken things off, no matter how much you told yourself you’d get over it.

you pushed your chair back, standing up abruptly. “be right back,” you said, offering a small, tight smile. “left something in my car.”

no one questioned you as you walked away from the terrace, your sandals clicking softly against the stone path. the parking lot wasn’t far, just a short walk past the manicured hedges that shielded the club’s members from the sight of asphalt and parked vehicles.

the air was warm, the sun glaring brightly overhead as you unlocked your car and leaned in to retrieve your bag. as you straightened, dusting off your dress, you heard your name, loud and insistent.

“hey! wait! y/n!”

you turned, blinking in surprise. rafe was there, striding toward you like a man on a mission. his usual swagger was gone, replaced with something frantic, almost desperate.

“rafe?” you said, your brows furrowing. “what are you—”

“i need to—just, listen to me,” he interrupted, his voice hurried, his hands lifting as if he could reach out and stop you from walking away. “i know i screwed up. okay? i know i hurt you, but, i’m sor—”

the roar of a motorcycle cut him off, the sound ripping through the air like a warning.

you turned just in time to see it—a sleek black bike weaving recklessly through the parked cars, the rider’s face obscured by a helmet. but it wasn’t the bike that made your blood run cold; it was the glint of metal in the rider’s hand.

a gun.

“rafe!” the man shouted—barry, his voice rough and full of venom. “i want my money, country club!”

and then the shots came.

the first shattered the quiet serenity of the lot, followed by screams from the terrace as people dove for cover. rafe’s eyes went wide, and he grabbed your arm, pulling you toward him as he ducked behind a nearby car.

“stay down!” he yelled, his body shielding yours.

but he wasn’t fast enough.

a sharp, burning pain tore through your side, and you gasped, stumbling backward. your knees buckled, and you hit the ground hard, the asphalt scraping against your palms.

“y/n!” Rafe’s voice was panicked, raw, as he dropped to his knees beside you. his hands were on you instantly, trying to find the source of the blood. “no, no, n—stay with me. you’re okay, baby. you’re okay!”

you tried to speak, tried to say his name, but the words wouldn’t come. all you could do was look up at him, your hands trembling as you held them out, crimson staining your skin.

rafe’s face twisted in anguish, his eyes wet with unshed tears as he pressed his hands over the wound, desperate to stop the bleeding. “no, no, no! don’t do this! don’t you dare do this to me!”

you managed a weak smile, your lips forming his name even as your vision blurred.

“stay with me,” rafe begged, his voice cracking, his hands trembling. “please, angel. i can’t—i can’t lose you.”

the world around you began to fade, the edges growing dim and quiet, but the last thing you saw was rafe’s face, etched with raw fear and heartbreak.

the wail of sirens pierced the air, growing louder with each passing second, but to rafe, it was nothing more than background noise. his whole world had narrowed to the sight of you lying in front of him, your blood seeping into the cracks of the asphalt.

he was crouched over you, his hands trembling as he pressed them to your wound. tears streamed down his face, his chest heaving with gasping, hiccupping sobs. he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. the only thing grounding him was the faint rise and fall of your chest. you were still alive—but barely.

“stay with me,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and broken. “don’t—don’t leave me, angel. please.”

“i’m so sorry.”

the paramedics arrived in a rush, their voices calm but firm as they moved him aside. rafe resisted, his hands refusing to let go of you even as they gently pushed him back.

“no, i—i can’t—” he stammered, his voice cracking. “she needs—she—”

“let them do their job, rafe!” a familiar voice barked.

rafe turned, his tear-streaked face meeting sherrif shoupe’s sharp gaze. the man was striding toward him, his face a mask of fury and concern. “what the hell happened here, rafe?!”

rafe couldn’t answer. he shook his head, his throat tightening as more sobs wracked his body. “it’s—she’s hurt. i—God, i couldn’t—”

shoupe’s eyes narrowed, and he crouched down beside you as the paramedics worked, his tone softening as he muttered, “jesus christ.” He stood and turned to the medics. “get her stabilized. i want updates the second you’ve got her in the rig.”

the paramedics nodded, moving quickly but carefully. they placed an oxygen mask over your face and secured you to the stretcher, your head lolling to the side. rafe surged forward, his hands reaching for you.

“i’m going with her!” he cried, his voice desperate.

“no, you’re not,” shoupe said firmly, stepping in his path. “son, listen to me. you need to calm the hell down and tell me what’s going on here.”

rafe shook his head violently, his tears falling faster. “i can’t leave her! i can’t—not again.”

shoupe’s hands landed on his shoulders, steady but firm. “they’re taking her to the hospital, and you can follow. but you need to get it together, son. right now.”

rafe’s breath hitched, and he nodded shakily, his entire body trembling. as the ambulance doors slammed shut and sped away, his knees almost buckled, but shoupe helped him keeping him upright.

“what about—what about everyone else?” rafe choked out, his voice barely audible. “did anyone else get hurt?”

shoupe’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening. “nobody else was touched. this ain’t random, rafe. it was aimed for you.”

rafe’s heart dropped into his stomach, his mind spinning. “what?”

shoupe’s eyes were hard as he stared him down. “now, how ’bout you tell me what the hell is goin’ on, huh? who the hell are you running from?”

rafe swallowed hard, his pulse roaring in his ears. the weight of the sheriff’s words sank in, his guilt and fear coiling tightly in his chest. he couldn’t lose you—not now. but he couldn’t run from this any longer either.

rafe paced the hospital waiting room like a caged animal, his fingers tangling in his hair every few steps. the fluorescent lights above hummed faintly, the sterile air thick with the smell of antiseptic. every tick of the clock on the wall felt like an eternity, each second driving another nail into his chest.

he couldn’t stop replaying the moment in his head—the sound of the gunshots, the way your body had crumpled, the blood on his hands. his throat tightened, and he had to swallow back the urge to scream.

“c’mon,” he muttered under his breath, his voice raw. “c’mon, tell me something.”

the double doors to the ER swung open, and he whipped around, hope flaring briefly. but it wasn’t a doctor—it was sarah. and john b was right behind her.

her face was pale, her eyes wide with panic, but the moment she saw him, her expression twisted into something between fury and anguish.

“you let her get shot?!” she yelled, storming toward him.

rafe barely had time to open his mouth before her palm cracked against his cheek in a sharp slap. the sting burned, but he didn’t flinch, didn’t move. he just stood there, his head bowed, accepting it.

“you were supposed to protect her!” sarah’s voice broke, tears welling up in her eyes. before rafe could even process it, she was pulling him into a fierce hug.

the force of it nearly knocked him back, and for a moment, he just stood there, frozen. then, slowly, his arms came up, wrapping around her tightly.

“i’m sorry,” he rasped, his voice cracking. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t—i didn’t mean for this to happen. i swear.”

she clung to him like she was holding on for dear life, her fingers clutching the back of his shirt. “you’re such an idiot,” she mumbled into his shoulder, her voice muffled. “but i know you didn’t mean it. i know.”

john b stood a few feet away, his hands shoved into his pockets, his face tight with worry. “hiw bad is it?” he asked quietly.

rafe pulled away from sarah, his hands trembling as he wiped at his face. “i don’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “they’ve been in there for hours. they won’t tell me anything.”

sarah sniffled, wiping her tears. “she’s strong,” she said firmly, as if saying it aloud would make it true. “she’ll make it.”

rafe nodded, but the doubt lingered in his eyes. he didn’t deserve your forgiveness, didn’t deserve a second chance—but he prayed to every god he could think of that you’d pull through.

because losing you wasn’t something he could survive.

the three of them sat in tense silence, the cold plastic chairs of the waiting room doing nothing to ease the ache in their bodies or the weight on their hearts. rafe was hunched forward, his elbows on his knees, staring at the scuffed floor tiles. his hands were clasped tightly together, his knuckles white.

sarah sat beside him, her legs bouncing nervously, while john b leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, trying and failing to look calm. every so often, someone would glance at the doors to the ER, hoping for a sign, a nurse, a doctor—anything.

finally, after what felt like an eternity, the doors swung open. a nurse stepped out, her calm expression betraying no urgency.

“are you here for y/n?” she asked gently, glancing between them.

rafe shot to his feet so fast his chair tipped over and clattered to the floor. “yes,” he said, his voice hoarse. “is she—”

sShe’s stable,” the nurse said, holding up a hand to reassure him. “she’s not awake yet, but her vitals are strong. the doctor would like to speak with you, but you can see her now if you’d like.”

rafe didn’t wait for further explanation. he was already moving, practically jogging through the doors as the nurse gestured for him to follow. sarah and john b exchanged a look, then trailed after him, keeping a respectful distance.

the nurse led them to a quiet room at the end of the hallway. the sight of you hit rafe like a freight train.

you were lying in the hospital bed, looking worn out but peaceful, your chest rising and falling steadily beneath the thin blanket. an iv was hooked to your arm, and a monitor beeped rhythmically beside you.

rafe barely registered the nurse speaking to sarah and john b, or the doctor stepping in to explain your condition. his world had narrowed to you.

he moved to your bedside, his hands trembling as he reached for yours. your skin was warm, soft, and the simple touch made him exhale a shuddering breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.

“you’re okay,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “you’re gonna be okay.”

his thumb brushed gently over your knuckles as he sank into the chair beside the bed, his knees almost buckling from relief. he didn’t care about the tubes, the machines, or the doctor’s voice in the background.

all that mattered was that you were stable. you were alive.

he leaned forward, his forehead nearly resting against your hand, as silent tears slid down his cheeks. “i’m so sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “i’m so sorry, my angel. i’ll never let this happen again. i promise.”

the doctor’s voice faded into the background, and sarah stepped closer, resting a hand on rafe’s shoulder. he didn’t look up, didn’t move.

he just held your hand, clinging to you like a lifeline, silently begging you to come back to him.

[m-neuvillette]

5.3 ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS

Don’t read under the cut if you haven’t done the new archon quest!!

I literally can’t stop crying. The entire last part with Capitano the tears kept pouring down my face. Yes I’m happy he got what he’s been longing for (his whole speech about being affected hurt) BUT IM SO SAD!!! 😭 (I did it last night and after sleeping I’m still sad)

But him getting praised as a hero LITERALLY MAKES ME SO HAPPY BUT CRY EVEN MORE. (The fatui at memorial and Ororon always talking about him with admiration AND how Capitano went to Ororon to help him find everyone🥹)

I also still have hope he’s going to be playable someday. Since they didn’t kill him, I feel like it’s going to come up when Xbalanque comes in and gets introduced. Because in all logic and honesty there’s still gotta be something coming up in the future where he is still needed since again they didn’t kill him. I also feel like when we met Guthred in the night kingdom and when he attacked with a big ice attack, that can be used or be similar for Capitano.

I am happy Capitano got his goal achieved and helped all the souls he wanted (also the part of his face we saw WAS BEAUTIFUL, the clip moved too fast for me to take a screenshot but Ik I’ll be getting edits and pictures on my feed so I’m not too worried) his heart was literally souls he wanted to save, he is so selfless.

Capitano is the definition of a honorable and respectful man. Like him asking the Tsaritsa to let him not collect the gnosis because it didn’t fit with his ideals and sense of justice??? HES SO PERFECT I CANT-

ALSO him going off about how he basically found a loop hole in the system with his immortality. Then telling Mauvika she deserves to live in the peaceful world she created and her saying she lost “this battle”

I love you Capitano and I can’t wait till you’re playable. Thank you for being the best part of Natlan for me🩵

Feel free to talk to me about him🫶🏼

[specialmouse]

DONATE HERE

Every morning when I wake up, I check for a message from Khaled, Ghada’s young brother who helps her run the campaign. Together, we coordinate campaign efforts and outreach. He is only one year older than me; he should be enjoying his life like me, having fun and making the stupid mistakes that come with being a young adult. Before the war, Khaled had just received his bachelor’s degree and was planning to get married and study abroad—now he must fight to save his entire family from bombs, illness, starvation, and the bitter cold.

And yet, do you want to know the first message Khaled sends me every morning? He asks me how I am, if I am happy. He praises you all endlessly, the people who have helped him and his family. He asks if the people who have been kind enough to make posts for his campaign are doing well.

We are now over a year into the Gaza Genocide, but it has not stripped Khaled of his kindness or his hope. I am continually touched, sometimes to the point of tears, at how thoughtful and sweet he is, despite everything he has seen and continues to go through. I want you to take pride in the fact that this true for YOU as well. I have seen even more beauty and generosity in friends I already held dear to me, and the wonderfulness of strangers whom I will never talk to. I am in awe at the support you all have shown, not just to the Al-Anqars, but to all Gaza campaigns. You are making a difference in the lives of so many people. Despite the horrors we see on our screens every day, the headlines we read, the images that haunt our minds—the world is full of love. You have proved it.

As the new year quickly approaches, I want to thank you all for helping the Al-Anqars, from the very bottom of my heart. You are helping the Al-Anqar siblings (Khaled, Ghada, Mohamed, and Ahed), their parents (Nabil and Fatima), and their little ones (Lama, Nabil, Eman, Amir, Fatima, and Noor).

(Khaled and his nephew Amir ⬆️)

So, I do not mean to scare you when I say this, but time truly is of the essence, now more than ever. Ceasefire talks are stalling, the Rafah border crossing is still closed, and babies are freezing to death in their parents’ arms. Khaled tells me of the biting winter winds and the burning cold that seeps through the nylons they have taped over the windows. The half-constructed school they have taken refuge in receives no aid. They are a mere kilometer from “the corridor of death,” or the Netzarim Checkpoint. I wake up every morning fearing the worst for them, but, thank God, they are still here, still fighting.

Donations of just €5 make an entire world of difference. These funds go towards food and supplies, which have risen to astronomical prices, as well as saving for the cost of crossing the Rafah border, provided that corridor reopens. The goal is €20,000, and we are at €7,736. When I began helping this family on December 16th, it was at €5,801. I am inviting you to donate and share as much as you can to reach the stretch goal of €8,250 in the next two weeks. I think this is more than attainable if we all come together. You’ve done it before!

Again, I’d like to thank everyone for their enduring support of this campaign, and I wish everyone the best as we come into the new year. Please, please, please consider helping my lovely Khaled and his family.

€7,736 / €20,000 - 39% — STRETCH GOAL: €8,250

Verified by GazaVetters, #6

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[kingofbodyrolls]

Thank you so much for all your interest and love for this series. I do hope that you can find some joy, maybe even healing and reflection in the story 🫶 I want to thank my friend @remmykinsff again—these extra stories (the notes) are for you again. Without you, I’d just have given up on this couple all together as finishing writing it, but because of all of your questions (I really loved each one), I felt it would make so much sense to expand on a few things. As well as give the characters more healing! To Remmy; thank you for being there for me, making me blush, laugh and cry too—you are the friendliest, kindest, most lovable person I’ve met. You’re beautiful and wonderful. I could honestly keep going. You might not see it yourself, and you might blush and all—but you’re all of those things 🌟

Thank you for being you, and for being there 🫂💜

Songs of the Heart (m) | pjm | series masterlist

When your landlord hikes the rent on your city apartment, you escape to the outskirts of town, trading the urban sprawl for the quiet hum of a modest house. But serenity takes on a different tune here—day after day, the air carries hauntingly beautiful melodies from your neighbor’s home, songs so raw and aching they seem to tell of a heartbreak too deep to heal. Worried for the unseen soul behind the music, you muster the courage to knock on their door, only to find Park Jimin—a famous singer-songwriter whose voice has graced countless hearts. But the man before you is more than his songs: an enigma wrapped in melancholy, a single father with a story veiled in mystery. As his melodies weave into your days, you can’t help but wonder: can you uncover the truths hidden in his lyrics, or will his heart remain a song you cannot play?

🌸 Pairing: jimin x reader (female) 🌸 Characters: Jimin, OC (reader “Y/N”), Yoongi (reader’s older brother), Namjoon (reader’s best friend), Hwa-Young (Jimin’s daughter), Jimin’s parents, OC’s parents, Seokjin (as Jimin’s manager). 🌸 AUs: musician!au (not completely idol!au), single dad!au, slice of life!au 🌸 Trope: strangers to lovers / neighbors to lovers 🌸 Genres: slow burn romance / fluff / angst / smut / comedy 🌸 Rating: mature/explicit/R18  (this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.) 🌸 Word count: 70.4k 🌸 Warnings/tags: past heartache and small misunderstandings, mention of past bad relationships, crying, pain (emotional), hurt (emotional), stereotypical assumptions, protective and oblivious big brother Yoongi, Hwa-Young is so cute 😭, mention of grief and sadness, past character death (Jiwoo), just a lot of FEELS, it’s a bit sad, but also very heartwarming, mention of past illness, mention of past domestic abuse (hitting), mention of past emotional abuse, love (so much fucking love it’s insane), dancing (yes, it’s a warning), detective big brother Yoongi (he’s not actually a detective), a filler chapter, fluff, small scandals, angst, kissing, heated moments, smut, unprotected sex in the form of; biting, marking (hickies), multiple orgasms, cum eating, cockwarming, dirty talk, nasty smut, filthy smut, praise kink, oral (male and female receiving), cum licking, hair pulling, scratching, soft aftercare, possessiveness, pussy rubbing, ruined garments, overstimulation, begging, fingering, a lot of feeling, so, so, so much fluff and love 😭 🌸 Status: finished! 🥳 A chapter will be released every Sunday! 🌸 Read on AO3? [link] 🌸 Read or listen to the teasers? [link] 🌸 Author’s note: I’ve had this idea floating around in my head since Jimin’s Muse album dropped—and the title? It hit me like a lightning bolt. But the plot? Oh, that took some time. Months, actually. The original idea just wasn’t it, you know? But then, on this one random November day, the characters finally spoke to me. And I swear, it was like I had to write it. Originally, this was supposed to be a one-shot, maybe a two-shot if I got a little carried away, but... the characters and this story are too precious, too delicate, to rush. It’s like planting a little seed and waiting for it to bloom into something beautiful 🌸 I can already feel it taking shape, and I want you to join me on this small ride—don’t worry, the chapters won’t be as long as my usual brain dumps (and there won’t be too many, promise!) I really hope you fall for this sweet, tender, and oh-so-heartfelt version of Jimin as much as I have 🥹💜 This whole series is a birthday gift for my lovely friend @remmykinsff 🥹💜

🌸Chapter #1 - Rebirth Word count: 5.6k | read → chapter one

🌸Chapter #2 - Who Word count: 8.8k | read → chapter two

🌸Chapter #3 - Alone Word count: 5.5k | read → chapter three

🌸Chapter #4 - Face-Off Word count: 6.8k | read → chapter four *Releasing on Sunday 5th of January

🌸Chapter #5 - Showtime (m) Word count: 12k | read → chapter five *Releasing on Sunday 12th of January

🌸Chapter #6 - Like Crazy Word count: 8.3k | read → chapter six *Releasing on Sunday 19th of January

🌸Chapter #7 - Closer Than This Word count: 6k | read → chapter seven *Releasing on Sunday 26th of January

🌸Chapter #8 - Slow Dance (m) Word count: 11.2k | read → chapter eight *Releasing on Sunday 2nd of February

🌸Chapter #9 - Be Mine (m) [END] Word count: 6.2k | read → chapter nine *Releasing on Sunday 9th of February

The notes are small ficlets continuing the main story and healing for the couple 💕

🎵 The first note // notes from a very special day.

🎵 The second note // notes about therapy.

🎵 The third note // notes about therapy.

🎵 The fourth note // notes about the summer breeze.

🎵 The firth note // notes about expanding family… or not.

🎵 The sixth note // notes about parents’ meetings.

🎵 The seventh note // notes about friendship and healing.

Are you excited? Because I’m EXCITED! I know, I know—I’ve probably told you this about a million times already, but this story is so, so precious to me. And this Jimin? Ugh, don’t even get me started. I honestly can’t even find the words to describe how much he means to me 😭💖

That said, this is probably my last series (cue dramatic music 🎻). I’m like 99% sure, mainly because I scrapped another series I had planned—it felt a little too close to something I’d read recently. So yeah, this feels like the perfect (and emotional) way to close me writing a long series.

If you’re as excited as I am (or just a little, I’ll take it!), please let me know! Your enthusiasm fuels me more than caffeine ever could. And if you want to join the taglist for this one, just leave a comment, send me an ask, or slide into my DMs 🫂✨

Let’s make this last series an unforgettable one 💜

🌸Series taglist: @13-manggaetteok @mima795 🌸permanent taglist: @nora12379 @jeonsbabygirlsworld @fancypeacepersona @ktownshizzle @pjmxxjm @ajoonniice @kookiewithluv

[alextydaisuda123]

Happy New Year to all, guys!!! XD I want to wish you all a lot of good and creative things for the next year))) so that you are bursting with inspiration and so that you do not get sad <:) I also want to thank you all for being with me on this creative journey) Each of you inspired me with this or that drawing or idea))) I especially want to separately thank people like: @creat0rstudi0 - I am grateful to you for roleplays, ideas and friendship^^. You are a wonderful person, and I'm glad that we still communicate to this day ^^ @onelittleornotthing - Your work is great and inspired me))) I fucking love your original characters and the ship Oleg/Stik🌚✨️ @bigboybird - Your AU is beautiful and I sincerely wish that you continue to develop your AU))) Never give up, buddy ^^🤝 @lunar-dal - As I initially said, you are one of those who inspired me to start creating my AU))) Your AU is very cozy and beautiful)) @golubichkalive - I love our conversations and your AU) you are a cheerful person, always be like this))) @luigigirl12 - Thank you for the pleasant communication with me and just for being a cheerful girl))) you will never get bored with you ^^ @gggiiibb - I love your AU, your ideas))) and Damn, thank you for starting to draw Pepperlante from Weirdcore, I was very touched then🥹✨️ @furiouspatience - You are a pleasant person to talk to and you have a cool drawing style))) I noticed your drawings from VK and I really liked them then))) @neocrash1101 - I bow low to you for your AU (they are gorgeous) and the drawings in my opinion Echo Tower, it's unreal😳✨️💙🤝 To this day I rejoice at each of your drawings like a little child 😂🥹. @rediconsss - I will forever remember you as a "pineapple dude" who has a great drawing style))) You are a damn cool dude😎✨️ @gl1tchy-4rt - It was a pleasure to draw art trades with you and I hope to draw them with you again✨️))) Your drawing style and your AUs make my heart happy, such tenderness🥹💙 @djsodabot - Even though our communication was short, I'm still glad that you participated with me in this creative path, thank you))) @technically-a-kiwi - I adore your space AU and sketches for them😳✨️ thank you for your creativity))) @rachlaw7 - I love your simple style, I love your characters, thank you))) @juliatv - You are the first person I started communicating with on Tumblr. In fact, thanks to you, I moved there))) Thank you for your creativity and our correspondence, they are filled with such cuteness that I want to cry with happiness😭✨️ I would tag more people, but I'm afraid I can't remember the names of the accounts, sorry. But still, thank you all, I love you all!*♡*✨️✨️✨️ And yes, I was born in the year of the Snake, so I'm the Snake here >:3✨️

[frostbitten-writer]

Melancholy

Pairing: Ekko x fem!reader / AU!Ekko x AU!fem!reader

Tags: Heartbreak; R is mentioned to be very similar to Jinx, as in facial looks; weapons like guns and bombs; mention of Shimmer; hallucinations; Arcane season 2 Spoilers; ANGST

Word count: 2,1 k

A/n: Okay, now guys! Enough fluffy fluff, we need some angst as well, can’t live in pure fantasy, right? Can’t stay in shadows for too long, gotta show you the real me. So basicalllyyy there’s this amazing song in my native language that was a big inspiration for this fanfic. Maybe I’ll write a part two later, maybe not, who knows 👍🏼

It wasn’t winter’s fault, nor snowfalls or the frosts.

It was her fault, the girl that I brought roses.

 

What?

 

 

He knew it wasn’t his Zaun. He just knew. 

 

 

But it was Zaun, was it not?

 

Maybe it was, but not the one he got used to. It was one where you would still cling to him like you used to back then, at the times when things were just a tad bit easier due to you. 

Was it a dirty trick? A way to get him vulnerable?! He was about to shove you away, but he couldn’t. It was like trance itself captured him. You felt so wrong against him, gosh, you felt so right.

Just the way your body was against his, the massive, stupid grin and the healthy look on your face were enough to make his defences against you crumble to the ground. Why was he even putting them up in the first place when he knew they wouldn’t bring him anywhere? This was stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!!! Ekko felt like he was about to cry, his mouth dry and wide open. 

But he knew it wasn’t a trick, not when he saw Jinx entering the room, but at the same time it wasn’t Jinx? It was her, but not her.. and it was you but not you. Jinx wasn’t Jinx anymore, she wasn’t the girl with crazy blue hair, but just a decent, beautiful girl with little pigtails. 

“Are you two guys ready? We will be late, y’know?!” She called out with a small pout, hands on her hips as she tried to look intimidating.

“We’re going, alright, Pow? Geez, you’re so impatient! Nerves kicking in?” You chided her with an eye roll, your arms still securely wrapped around Ekko’s neck.

Wait, Pow? Like Powder? This was-

“Ready.. for what..?” He stuttered out, fingertips twitching as he still didn’t return the heart aching hug.

“The competition? Hello, Ekko? Don’t tell me you forgot all of the stuff we rehearsed-“ She slammed a hand over her mouth, ready to suffocate him as she trembled with anticipation.

“Powder! Relax! He knows everything, you two did everything you could, now c’mon, let’s be real, you two are the best out there.” You scoffed, resting your head on Ekko’s shoulder, closing his mouth with a hand.

“C-competition..?” His voice wavered, putting a light hand on your upper arm.

“Yeah, the competition, but don’t worry.. everything's gonna be good and lovely. You’ll show them everything you got, love..” Your soft voice caused Ekko’s eye to twitch, but gosh how he missed those times. He should be despising you for leaving him, despising for not even knowing why you left. But the next thing he knew was that his bed was cold and Scar was telling him that you joined Jinx, your childhood best friend. It was almost terrifying how similar you looked to Jinx, or Powder. Nose, eye shape, goodness, you looked more like Jinx than Vi herself. 

“You’ll ace it, nerd boy..” You giggled, pecking his cheek gently.

His breath was laboured, he didn’t understand. Why was he here? Was this another universe? A universe where you didn’t… leave..? 

He put a gentle hand to your cheek, a touch so gentle as if he was holding something precious… But he was indeed holding something fragile, he was holding you. Not the crazy girl that went along with an even crazier one. But one that was gentle as a flower, hair soft and beautiful, a girl that was still his.

All of the talks and conversations went over his head, his focus was only on you. His lips formed an ‘o’ while he listened to you talk, he didn’t even care about what you were talking about, you could be talking crap about him, about his hair and about his whole attire and he’d still be in awe. Claggor, Mylo, Powder, Benzo… could  this universe get even better? They were all alive, all sane and healthy… He was waiting for someone to punch him, for you and Jinx to take out a bomb or a gun and say that this was all a prank. Your beautiful lips form into a crooked grin and say that he believed once again.

 

The time of the competition was coming closer, and the voice of Jinx- Powder was getting louder, her hands gripping your arms as she shook you, yelling that she was nervous and that she forgot everything.

Your hearty laugh was making his head spin, he didn’t deserve this. The other Ekko was supposed to be here, he was supposed to hold you, he was supposed to have you in his arms, but Ekko would never pull away himself, only over his dead body.

His eyesight started to blur though, his blinking getting more rapid as he tried to keep himself sane. Weird noises started to fill his ears, hot pink pictures filling his gaze, wrong images playing in front of him.

Was this the side effect of the universe travelling?

 The room started to flash weird lights, making his eyes squint. Your laughter got even louder, but not the sweet and gentle one, but the cursed and psychotic one. He managed to look over to the two of you, clutching his head with a pained and scrunched expression.

You two were still there, but not you. How was he supposed to explain it all? One second he saw two happy girls sitting together, and the next one he saw Jinx and you laughing hysterically with guns in your hands. The switch was getting slower, his eyes widening in horror as he saw you raising your hand, the barrel facing him, your eyes scratched out with a hot pink marker. He wanted to scream, yell, but it all went black as you pulled the trigger. 

 

 

“Ekko… Ekko…!” You screamed, a hand holding a bottle of cold water. His eyes groggily opened and he was suddenly sprayed with the icy water.

“Oops! Sorry, sorry..” You giggled out, wiping his face with the sleeve of your top.

“What happened..?” He murmured with blurry vision, as he lay on the floor.

“We were sitting and waiting for the competition to start, and then.. you suddenly fell over.. Powder had to do it herself, but everything went good and you guys won! Yaaaay..” You responded, a soft smile on your features as you caressed his cheek. 

“My head feels like it’s cracking..” He whispered, leaning his head into your soft touch.

“I know, love.. I know.. let’s go to my place, you’ll stay at my house…” You tugged on his hand, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to stabilise his weight.

 

 

His head didn’t even turn off for a second as he lay in your bed next to you. Your scent was everywhere, the pillows, blankets, room and house filled with the smell of your shampoo and perfume.

You sleeping so soundly was almost painful, he wanted to be here forever, be with you and be the first thing in the morning you’d see when you opened your eyes. He wanted to be there and kiss your neck while you basked in the sunlit room, hearing your laugh as you tried to push him off. But he can’t. It wasn’t where he needed to be, it wasn’t the place where he could stay. Who knew where the other Ekko was? Was he in his universe? Fighting all alone, not knowing what happened overnight and what was up? No, he couldn’t stay, he had to go and help the Firelights, he had to go so that at least your Ekko could bask in your love.

It wasn’t his destiny, not his fate, it was the other one’s.

The rustling sound of the bedsheets moving woke you up, your whiny voice and grumbles filling Ekko’s ears. Damn your hearing for not letting him go discreetly.

“Love..? Where are you going..? Is everything alright..?” You sat up, scooting to him as he sat on the bed edge, your chest resting on his back. 

“Yeah, just.. needed to use the bathroom..” He murmured, feeling a small smile creeping on his face as you played with one of his loose dreadlocks.

“Ah, okay. But are you sure you’re alright..? You seemed off the whole day.. I don’t want you fainting again like before the competition…” You whispered, your chin resting comfortably on his shoulder, pressing soft kisses to his neck up to his jawline.

He wanted to stay, he really did. You were the same, the same before you left and let Jinx and Shimmer take you under. Let your mind deceive your heart.

“Yeah, I’m all good. Tough as nails, y’know..” He murmured and let you crawl into his lap, his hands automatically moving to encircle your waist.

“Mhm, tough as nails. Surely..” You teased, a cheeky smile that was illuminated by the moonlight. That cheeky smile that he absolutely adored…

“Hey now, don’t get cheeky…” He uttered, a small smirk forming on his face as he kissed your cheek.

“Cheeky is my middle name, what do you mean?” Your giggling was like a sweet torture, both relaxing and mocking… Reminding him that this was not for him, that he was a traitor, a fraud.

For a second, he just stared at you, drinking in for the last time all of your attention and presence. Oh, your lips, the little curve of a smile they’d do when you found something endearing. Or the look of your eyes.. oh your eyes were the most beautiful and treasured part that he loved. The way they’d stare at him when you were pouty, when you were angry or irritated, when you were just lying around and doing nothing, or the way they’d look at him after a kiss…

“What…?” You asked with a bashful smile, gaze averting for a split second.

“Nothing.. you’re just so precious.. oh how precious you are to me..” He shook his head with a soft smile, his gaze vulnerable and filled with adoration. 

“But I need to go…” He whispered. To him it was the last goodbye, the last chance to have you within arm's reach while knowing that you wouldn’t harm him. To you it was just another regular sleepover, the most casual thing and conversation you two would have.

“Alright, don’t get lost, nerdy boy.” You teased with a chuckle, eyes crinkling at the corners as you sat in your place.

“I won’t..” He whispered, his voice pained but you shrugged it off, thinking he’d join you in the bed shortly.

Little did you know that he slowly took his clothes and began to leave, tears rolling down his cheeks silently. How cruel could destiny be? Letting him make this heart wrenching decision of leaving you behind. Was this how it felt for you back then? To leave knowing that the other one will still wait? Waiting for you to come? He didn’t want to know how you did it, and he didn’t want to even imagine the pain you’d feel the next morning…

 

-

 

The sun was rising slowly and the sunlight reached your face, blinding your closed eyes as you whined a bit. You were about to slam a hand over Ekko’s chest, but after you missed several times, you guessed to open your eyes and watch yourself where he lay.

To your surprise, he wasn’t there, nor were his clothes.

Was he in the kitchen? The bathroom? Swinging your legs over the bed edge, you found your slippers and stood up, looking around your apartment for a familiar face.

Looking into every room, you grew restless. Where could he be? This wasn’t what was usual. Usually you both would wake up and have a slow morning, without a care in the world, enjoying breakfast together and maybe sharing a bath. But now he wasn’t there, as if he vanished. Fast walking down the stairs to the kitchen, you started to call him out louder, desperate to find him. As you reached the kitchen, you saw a single rose lying on the table, no note, no nothing.

What was this supposed to mean? Roses aren’t even your favourite flowers, and Ekko knew that… 

Or at least your Ekko…

And at least not yours in this universe…

And now when Ekko despised you for leaving him in his reality, he did the same to you in the other…

 

 

 

It wasn’t winter’s fault, nor snowfalls or the frosts.

It was his fault, the boy that brought you roses.

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Tommy's wrapped around Evan in the kitchen, the two of them swaying to Etta James as the duck is roasting in the oven.

"I love you," Evan murmurs.

Humming along to the familiar tune, he presses his cheek closer to Evan's. "I love you too, babe."

"Tommy, I love you. I love you so much."

There's something strange about Evan's tone. He sounds as though he's been crying. Tommy pulls back, but Evan is smiling tenderly at him, eyes soft and full of stars like they have been since the first time they kissed.

"Evan, is everything okay?"

"Come back to me so I can prove it," Evan says, incongruous to what Tommy just said.

Tommy freezes and it feels like the light in the kitchen darkens for a second. "What?"

Evan leans in and presses the tip of his nose to Tommy's cheek. "I love you. Please, wake up."

Images flash across Tommy's mind.

A semi bearing down on them as they race away from an obsessed madwoman.

The crash that sent them careening to the top of a hillside.

Blood and panic on Evan's beautiful face.

Him cutting Evan's seatbelt and shoving him out the door.

The lurch of the truck as it loses the fight against gravity.

The terror when his seatbelt won't release and his knife slips out of his blood-slicked hand.

The thought of at least he's safe.

The panicked screaming of his name.

The pain.

The pain.

The pain.

"I'm not here, am I?"

Evan in his arms is still smiling.

Tommy hugs him and kisses him. "I love you," he says.

Evan in his arms says nothing. Something is beeping. It's not the oven.

"I'm going now," Tommy adds. He steps away and cups Evan's cheek. "Will you be there for me?"

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Life is not a movie. Tommy doesn't wake up fully with that one declaration of love, no matter how sincere and heartfelt.

But his condition stabilizes enough for the hospital to move him out of ICU. His eye response improves, and he sometimes moves his fingers, reacting to touch. The first time he curls his fingers into Buck's hand, Buck breaks down into a weeping mess and has to be led away by staff until he regains his composure.

He comes every day. He's on medical leave anyway to recuperate fully, so he goes to the hospital and sits in an uncomfortable chair on the side of the bed. Sal goes to work and comes over on the days he doesn't. Sometimes he's alone, sometimes he's with his wife Gina. They tell him about Tommy being there for them, especially in the early years of their marriage when their fiery tempers clashed. Tommy had grounded them both until they mellowed.

Bobby drops in too, once with Athena who had another cop take Buck's statement in the room, because he refused to leave Tommy.

Buck told them about Irene, about the way she tried to isolate Buck from his family, his friends. And her tantrum when she realized that he was still pining over Tommy. How she drugged him and cuffed him to the headboard before luring Tommy with a text from Buck's phone to a secluded location.

Her first mistake was saying "hey Tommy, this is Buck". Her second mistake was thinking Buck wouldn't know how to get out of his own cuffs - he and Tommy had practiced often.

Anyway, the police had her, and she was screaming threats when she was pulled from the semi after the crash.

Buck asks Hen to throw out everything in the loft that belongs to Irene. He doesn't want to think about her ever again.

And every day, he talks to Tommy. He reads from Substacks he finds interesting. He talks about the Kinsey scale and how it isn't really helpful for him, but he thinks he's landed under the bisexual flag. "70% women, 30% men, if that makes sense to you?" He reads aloud recipes and asks which he should make. He talks about Irene and how she fooled him with a story about a lost cat, and everything after with her felt shallow, but he was on the rebound and not paying attention to any of the red flags. He tells Tommy that he's not letting Tommy go again, not a second time.

He doesn't talk to Maddie or Chimney for a week.

He does, however, give Jee-yun a big hug and a kiss when they bring her to visit Buck, and places her drawing of "Uncle Tommy in a heli-copper flying in the sky with rainbows" right next to the bed. And then he lets them hug him and apologize and lets Maddie kiss the top of his head.

The day before he has to go back to work, Buck holds Tommy's hand. "I'll be here whenever I'm off shift," he says. "I'll be sure to have more stories to tell you."

Tommy's hand curls into his. Buck swallows down the lump of emotion in his throat. Tommy's grown thinner. He massages the wrist and arm, the way he's seen the other nurses do it.

"I'm gonna miss being right here where I can see you," he continues. "I bet you're happy to have a little less yapping in your ears though."

And then he hears the faintest murmur: "Ev'n?"

Everything stops, just for a heartbeat. Tommy's eyelids flutter. His pulse speeds up and other monitors begin to pick up. His lips move.

"Ev'n?"

"I'm here, I'm here, don't go anywhere," Buck stammers, gripping Tommy's hand in both his own, and then screams for someone to get a doctor. He doesn't even register that he's crying until the teardrops land on the back of his hand, seeping between his and Tommy's fingers.

The nurses have to pry him away. Dianne and Nick sit him down in a chair in the corner and make him contact Sal and Bobby both. They promise to come down as soon as they can. All of them.

When he's allowed back to his usual spot, he takes Tommy's cold hand and kisses it. Tommy can't really keep his eyes open for long, but he smiles faintly.

"Ev'n. There y' are."

"Here I am," Buck whispers. "I'm never leaving again."

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