#this last time idk who it was just someone

[cursedyuri]

Hi mootie hope youre well

If I may I have a request

Could you write a vi x reader were vi finds readers childhood blanket and stuffie?? How would she react to it how would reader react to vi finding it? Idk I think that it would be cute

Have a wonderful day/noon/night!

-saturn

saturn this is so cute 🥲 here’s some fluffiness for your sunday afternoon <3

typically, you’re good about hiding the worn-out blanket and stuffed bear. whenever vi sends you an on my way text, you fold up your childhood blanket, a patterned quilt with fading fabric, and store it in your closet with your twenty-something-year-old teddy bear. it’s a habit you’d begun in your teenage years, after several partners had made side comments about how silly it was to hold onto those specific childhood relics. over the years, it became second nature to stuff them in the closet when someone comes over.

but today, you don’t get the chance to hide them away - vi arrives unannounced at your apartment, her abrupt knock tearing your attention away from the book in your lap. you open the door to find her clutching a bouquet of flowers, the colorful array of roses and violets and baby’s breath carefully wrapped in paper.

“hey, cutie,” vi greets you with a crooked smile. “flower delivery for the future mrs. violet lanes?”

you roll your eyes playfully, but you’re unable to fight the smile that appears on your lips. “come on in, vi.”

when you reach out to accept the bouquet, though, vi moves back and shakes her head. “let me put it in a vase, yeah?”

“if you insist,” you quip back. you open the door for vi and she struts into your apartment - but not before she greets you with a kiss, her lips warm and soft against yours. you inhale her scent, all smoke and spice, and a relaxation settles into your bones that only ever comes when vi’s around.

following her into the kitchen, you hand vi a pair of scissors and watch her unravel the paper wrapping from the bouquet. with careful precision, she snips each of the stems at an angle, making sure to keep them all at a uniform length. she looks up from her work and quirks a brow at you, smugness in her expression as soon as she notices you’d been staring.

“where do you keep your vases again?” she asks, and you gesture toward your bedroom.

“there’s one on my dresser, actually.”

“then i’ll be right back,” vi says as she backs out of the kitchen.

in the meantime, you lean against the counter in the kitchen, admiring the bouquet she’d picked out for you. vi never fails to amaze you - she knows exactly how to make you feel loved, from the mundane to the extravagant. she’s picked out your favorite flowers in your favorite colors, likely remembering your off-hand comments over the time you’ve been together.

you’re reaching out to fuss with the bouquet of flowers when you hear vi’s footsteps approaching the kitchen again. when you look up, she’s grinning, powder blue eyes practically glimmering with interest.

“who’s this?” she asks, holding up… your teddy bear.

“oh,” you say, mouth hanging open for a moment. “um… that’s mister bear.”

vi lets out a little chuckle, moving the stuffed animal’s arms. “mister bear, huh? first name teddy, last name bear?”

after you don’t respond for a beat, vi looks up from toying with the stuffed bear. she sees you and her expression drops, worry quickly replacing the playful look on her face.

“oh, angel, what’s wrong?” she asks, crossing the kitchen to pull you into her arms. she gives you a quick hug, then pulls back and settles a hand on your cheek, her eyes searching your face. “talk to me.”

you blink back a sudden swell of tears, eyes stinging. “sorry, i just - it’s embarrassing, i guess.”

“don’t be sorry,” vi reassures you. she strokes her thumb over your cheekbone, then leans in to press her lips to yours in a brief kiss.

“i mean, for the record, i think it’s really cute.”

vi leans her forehead against yours, eyes crinkling at the corners when she smiles. you laugh softly, looking away and murmuring, “if you say so.”

“i mean, who wouldn’t love mister bear?” vi asks, holding up the plushie. she pantomimes that he’s waving at you, and you snicker into your hand.

“i guess you’re right, he’s very lovable.” you smile over at vi, and she pulls you into a hug, one strong arm wrapped around your figure. she plants a kiss to your forehead, then sighs, pleased.

“that blankie’s super cute, too, by the way.”

[tiki-was-here]

Most Valuable Possession Chapter One

Injured Athlete Homelander x Physical therapist reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Ashley is losing her hair and John is constantly seconds away from just beating someone to death as always. Reader is kinda sassier than i’d like but ur a doctor and all the doctors i know are seconds away from snapping as well. Lowkey highkey hate this but if anything i’ll just edit it later. Idk if anything makes sense medically I’m not a doctor

CW: EXTREMELY TOXIC WORK ENVIRONMENT

The soft hum of the overhead lights did little to ease the tension building in your shoulders. You were used to high-profile clients, but something about today felt different. Maybe it was the fact that it’d been five hours since you’d last eaten, or maybe it was the fact that Homelander himself was walking into your office today.

You glanced at the clock. He was late—no surprise there. But you were ready for whatever attitude he’d bring. The man had an ego the size of a stadium, and his time, in his mind at least, was far more valuable than anyone else’s. Of course none of his fans knew of his darker nature, but you'd been in the business long enough to recognise the cold indifference hidden behind his fake smiles.

You weren’t a fan of his. You didn’t follow his baseball career—hell, you didn’t even know much about the sport itself—but you knew enough to know that he was something special (whether you’d like to admit or not). The kind of athlete who could make crowds chant his name with just a glance.

The door opened with a suddenness that startled you, and the unmistakable figure of John Gillman stood in the doorway. He observed your quaint office with a glare laced with disdain and as he took his first step inside you could swear you felt the air get heavier.

Behind him trailed a much smaller red-headed woman. You assumed she was his assistant, Ashley, who had practically begged you to meet with him two weeks earlier after she realised that the “honor of treating America's number one baseball player” wasn't enough to get you to squeeze him into your already busy schedule. From the way she constantly glanced at him, you could tell she was walking on eggshells.

His eyes—blue and cold—locked onto yours as he stood at the chair in front of your desk.

Ashley seemed to be babbling about something, her voice breaking the silence between you and Homelander.

“You okay, John?” she asked, hovering beside him. “You should sit down—no, let me—”

“Don’t touch me,” John snapped, his voice dripping with irritation.

You stood up, placing the clipboard you’d been holding on the desk, eyes narrowed. It was clear he was frustrated—probably more than he was willing to admit. His injury was serious, and though it wouldn’t keep him off the field permanently, it had put a dent in his perfect image.

John’s voice was smooth, deep, with just the slightest undertone of arrogance. “I trust you’ve been briefed about my injury?”

You nodded, keeping your face neutral. “I’m aware, Mr. Gillman. A strained rotator cuff. Serious, but nothing permanent.”

He barely acknowledged your response, eyes flicking over to Ashley, who was already pulling out a chair for him.

“Sit down,” she urged gently, her hand hovering over the back of the chair.

“I said don’t touch me,” he repeated, his voice rising. He practically growled the words as he shoved past her to the chair, causing her to stumble back slightly. (my poor queen)

You watched the scene unfold, and it took all your restraint not to climb out over your desk and do something that would surely cause you to lose your license.

“Isn’t it cute?” he murmured, finally taking his seat.His lips curled into a small smile, but it wasn’t warm. “The way she hovers?. A grown man like me needing a babysitter.” His tone wasn’t outright harsh, but there was a bite to it that made Ashley look down at the floor, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. But she said nothing

You kept your voice even. “She’s just doing her job, Mr. Gilman. It’s not uncommon for assistants to be present during appointments like these.”

John let out a quiet, almost undetectable sigh, his gaze briefly flicking over to Ashley before it returned to you. “I didn’t come here for a therapy session with her. I came for you. And I’m not sure what to make of this place…” His gaze swept over the sterile, minimalist décor. “But I’m sure you know what you’re doing, right?”

You held his gaze without flinching, the air between you thick with the tension of unspoken challenges. “I do. My job is to help you recover, Mr. Gillman. If you’re serious about it.”

His eyes narrowed, “Serious? Do you think I’m here for fun? My entire career is on hold. I don’t have time to waste on this, but it looks like I have no choice. Just write me a prescription for a bunch of painkillers and i'll do the rest. And don't worry sweetheart i'll pay you for your time.” he finished with a practiced wink.

You didn’t budge. “You’re here because your doctors sent you. I’m here to help you recover, but it’s up to you whether you want to do the work or not.” You held his gaze steadily. “And if you’re not serious about it, you can walk out right now. There are plenty of other athletes who actually care about their recovery.”

You gestured toward the exam table, keeping your tone professional. “If you’re ready, we can begin the physical assessment.”

John’s jaw clenched. He didn’t like that you weren’t cowering.For a moment, he just stared at you, gaze ice-cold. He was sizing you up.

He leaned in slightly, his face inches from yours, predatory glint in his eyes. “I can buy you out of this job, you know. I could make your life a hell of a lot harder so if you just—”

You cut him off before he could finish. “I’m the fourth therapist you’ve seen because the other three couldn’t handle your attitude, or you didn’t like them.” You crossed your arms, leaning in just slightly to emphasize your point. “Like I said… you’re free to leave anytime. But just know—every minute you waste, your injury gets worse and you’ll stay off the field longer.If you want to get back to playing, you need to follow the steps. That means listening”, you drawled, speaking to him as if he was a child.

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. You could feel the tension crackling in the air. Then, without another word, he stepped back.

“Fine,” he muttered, though it was clear he was still furious. “Let’s get this over with.”

You nodded,allowing yourself a small, victorious smile. “Good. Now, if you’ll sit down properly, we’ll begin the physical exam.”

As you got up from your desk and made your way over to him, you just missed the dark glint that flickered in his eyes—it only lingered for only a moment, but it was there. Irritation made way for curiosity as his eyes began to trail your every move.

[neeeooon]

shut me up ;

6 | the death of isagi yoichi

nagi stayed on facetime with you and played a few rounds of mario kart before falling asleep. you drifted off not long after, feeling much better about sleeping alone.

the sound of pounding on your door startled you awake. checking the time through sleep-squinted eyes, you groaned when you saw that it was only 1 am. “the heck?” you grumbled, speeding up when the knocking became more frantic.

cracking your door open just a tad, your brows furrowed when you saw a fidgety bachira standing there with wide, bloodshot eyes. “y/n!” he cried when he spotted you, panic evident in his voice. “you have to come quick!” he didn’t give you a chance to reply before grabbing your hand and dragging you from the warmth of your apartment.

you should have been worried about following a practical stranger to his room in a tank top and pajama shorts, but you were too confused and tired to think properly. “what, what?” you repeated, heart racing. bachira tossed his door open, sparing you a brief, wild glance. “you used to be a nursing student, right?!”

“yeah—“

“i think i killed isagi!”

☆ 🎸

according to bachira, he and isagi had been playing a drinking card game where the loser had to take a shot, but shidou was helping bachira cheat. they lost count of how many rounds they played, but isagi had to do most of the shots, and after the last one, he passed out and wouldn’t wake up.

“okay, calm down!” you raised your voice at bachira, who was blabbering about how he was too young to go to jail. shidou was sitting beside the unconscious isagi, slapping him around until you shouted, “stop slapping him!”

huffing a breath, you pulled your hair out of your face and asked the men to help you drag isagi into the bathroom. you managed to hoist him into the tub and laid him between your legs with his back to your chest before sticking your fingers down his throat.

ew, ew, ew, ew, you repeated in your head, grimacing when you heard him gag. you shoved his head forward when he puked and rubbed his back until he sucked in several deep breaths of air.

“you’re alive!” bachira wailed as he flung himself over the edge of the tub and onto his best friend. isagi groaned against you, but he seemed able to sit up on his own, so you stood and stepped out of the bathtub.

“what happened?” he asked, voice rough from puking.

“i cheated and you had to take all the shots and then you wouldn’t wake up and y/n brought you back to life!”

“i died?!”

“you didn’t die.” you tried, but it went in one ear and out the other.

“am i a ghost?! oh god, what if my dick disappeared?! i can’t look. someone look!” bachira nodded in determination and tugged on isagi’s waistband. “it’s there!”

you left the boys to cry over isagi's penis and found shidou making coffee in the kitchenette. "isn't it too early for that?" you asked, still shaking from all the adrenaline.

shidou grinned at you from over his shoulder. "it's not for me. i figured you'd need something after... that." you graciously took the steaming cup from his hands.

"i wasn't expecting my first night to go like this," you admitted with a single dry laugh. he nodded but didn't look very surprised. "yeah, we probably should have warned you. but that? nothing compared to sharing a wall with kaiser."

your brows knit together at his words. "who's kaiser?"

you caught shidou smirking at you from over the rim of your mug. "oh, honey, you'll find out soon enough."

shidouontop started following you!

b4chira started following you!

yoisagi started following you!

masterlist // previous (ch 5) // next (ch 7)

notes -> thank you smsmsmsmsmsm for 800 😭🫶 idk what i’m gonna do for u all if/when i hit 1k so pls lmk if you have any ideas!!

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© neeeooon, 2025

[verdancy-hime]

Guys is the tumblr algorithm trying to tell me something?

Although you could easily isolate people and give them Trump derangement syndrome on purpose.

Like super easily.

Especially people who already have valid reasons to be afraid of Trump.

Like

I worked for this real estate office and we also did property management.

There was this one woman who stopped paying rent for like 3 months and then left the country because Trump took office and even though we had her paperwork on file she was terrified of getting deported.

I thought about that a lot.

What caused her to be so sure she was going to get deported?

So I googled her name and the country she was from (it's been years I can't remember) was a country with a history of dictatorships taking over and forcing people out of the country. In south America.

And I was like "Oh."

Because if you're brand new to the country in like 2015 and then you see the Trump election on TV, and in the last country you lived in they took power in free elections and then immediately started rounding people up, you would be really scared.

But if you were on the far right and you worked for Cambridge Analytica or say X.com and you are testing out an experimental AI based on the data from Cambridge Analytica and also a large language model before large language models are widely publicized? (They did already exist they called them Markov chaining bots and Twitter already had experimental bot accounts at this time, as well as a software called lyrebird that did fake celebrity voices) you could make a bunch of fake Twitter bot accounts and then use them to condition people to seem less reasonable when they made political takes.

Like

Idk. That stuff with Musk and the budget. I see all kinds of weird reporting on it and I hate it because probably some of those people sit at a desk all day doing not much. Probably some of those programs do have wasteful spending. I don't think that we should kick people off social security. I think if we cut spending on stuff like staffing for social security they should keep the money in the social security trust. I think they should change the rules that let other parts of the government borrow from social security and leave all the money collected from people's checks in it. I understand it's supposed to be like an employee stock option in the health of the government but the people who don't like social security and don't like disabled people tend to push for cuts when other parts of the budget aren't working and then people suffer so it makes sense to cut those other parts instead. But I also understand that some people really don't understand that it's hard to get social security or disability payments and you can't just go to one doctor appointment and tell them you're sick and get paid not to work for life. They check into that stuff. Like when someone gets a workman's comp claim. I worked for a workman's comp company too and there was a lot of double checking with multiple doctors to make sure that people were honest. But also to me that's the same as a public works project, like if some guy wants to stay home and play video games and smoke weed all day for the rest of his life, even if I don't like that guy and think he's faking a back injury? I know enough about real life to know that that guy is going to go out there and find some lonely sad gay boy with beautiful hands and a good job and play video games on his couch and neg him into thinking this is the only boyfriend he's ever going to get because he's stupid or mean or his normal sexual appetites are freakish or whatever or move in with his aunt and lie to her about how he spends her money and give her too many pain pills or get a job at some company and bully the other employees into doing his work and theirs while he sits and plays video games on his phone and I don't need him to do that. Or maybe he's lying about the back injury because he got raped at a job he was at by a person of the same gender as him and there wasn't any DNA and cameras and phones are banned in most work places and they live in a small town and the sheriff is the rapist's uncle. I don't need to go through all of that with him. That's not really the problem. There are other things to cut.

But the way that stuff is all cut up and chopped and screwed together is super sensationalist. I know some of those people complaining about getting laid off are basically having their entire department replaced by a perl script because they forward emails or something because I have worked for companies like that.

You could report news to do that in all kinds of weird directions.

Like remember that law in I think Oklahoma where they wanted to ban ejaculation? That was a joke bill to make a point, but I saw people reporting on it like it was real. Or the cat litter box thing.

Imagine you do that to a specific person. You could easily do that to a specific person. You could do it without any AI, with just a bunch of sock puppet accounts. Rich artists used to have it happen to them a lot. They would get to a point where they could do anything and nothing meant anything. You can see a lot of them talk about it. How they basically get to a point where they know some of what they made wasn't very good because everyone was telling them that they liked what they did even though it wasn't very good because they were kissing their ass.

But it doesn't have to be kissing ass. People from abusive home environments or cults get surrounded by people who think the abuse is normal. Then they don't know it's not normal. Homeschooled religious people believe all kinds of weird stuff. My Nana convinced me the witch cult hypothesis was correct. I embarrassed myself in front of my history class in high school about it. Including my crush.

The narrative about Cassie Burnell was believed for years. That she was a martyr. That she was somehow a special victim for God and more special than the other victims.

So the tumblr algorithm seems to be implying "what if someone entrapped a guy into seeming like a pedo because they don't like that he came up with Trump derangement syndrome?"

But it could also be that he is a pedo and that Trump derangement syndrome makes a lot of sense if you assume right wing people can give anyone Trump derangement syndrome because they want to make arguments against Trump seem insane.

Sensitization to dogwhistles is really bad. The dogwhistle can become a literal trigger. As in "lol libs triggered" but you actually triggered someone because you just covertly threatened them with losing their home and their family and getting sent to a black site.

Republican Sen. Justin Eichorn was arrested after Bloomington police detectives say he arranged to meet up with a 16-year-old girl. A county attorney's office say no charges have yet been filed.

A Minnesota state senator who was one of the authors of a bill wanting to define “Trump derangement syndrome” as a mental illness was arrested on Tuesday on charges of soliciting a minor for prostitution.

Bloomington police arrested Republican Sen. Justin Eichorn, 40, after detectives say they communicated with him over the phone. Police said Eichorn believed he was talking with a 16-year-old girl.

On Monday, the detective talking to the senator arranged to meet with him. Police then said that on Tuesday morning, Eichorn was seen arriving to the arranged location in his truck. He was subsequently arrested without incident.

“As a 40-year-old man, if you come to the Orange Jumpsuit District looking to have sex with someone’s child, you can expect that we are going to lock you up,” Bloomington Police Chief Booker Hodges said in a news release.

[vesna-v-irkutske]

im not talking about the murders or who's really at fault, just about how it looked for artyom and the court overall. like, you're trying to be more careful, don't appear on cam, it's not your cam, only for it all to be ignored cause one-year age gap. and now you're rotting forever, while nikita would've been free after like 20 fucking years. its so dumb. he got a fucking life sentence only cause made mistake of befriending one braincell who just left the most significant evidence and fucking forgot about it. idk how much wind you need in your brain to do this. i wouldn't have done the same as artyom, but like fucking even more, why should it suddenly matter. i bet artyom felt sad about his death only cause wasn’t the one who did it. an even retarded thing is nikita's attempt to give himself a life sentence. like, what the fuck, if you're so lucky in life, just calm the fuck down and forget about artyom. moralfaggotrie is last thing you need in prison imo.

I completely understand what you're trying to say. But I think sometimes we get too carried away with our "sympathy for the devil" and forget that real people have been harmed. Yes, they got caught because of a small thing. But maybe it was a good thing. That the woman on the video was their last victim. Because they weren't gonna stop. They were looking for another one the same evening they were caught. × Nikita didn't hide the evidence because he knew his mom wouldn't check. It took 2 more people (his grandmother and uncle) to make something happen. They would have been caught sooner or later anyway, because they weren't careful. × Artyom even sent the video to his online friend, and he distributed it. They talked to the victims. Participated in their own search parties (200 ICQ). Artyom trolled these people. He even clarified under one of the posts that nuh-huh, the man killed near his house wasn't old, he was middle-aged. And Artyom suggested his buddies to try to kill someone for "training". Someone on the internet made a map of attacks, and Nikita copied it. He also made a list of victims. Yeah, the sneakiest people on Earth. Artyom would have received a life sentence anyway. We can talk all we want about how strange it is that a small age gap could make such a BIG difference, but that's the law, it has to draw the line somewhere. And a couple of victims asked for a more severe punishment for Nikita, but nothing happened. Ultimately, none of this matters anymore.

× P. S. As for what Nikita did (his attack on another prisoner and "suicide"), I think it's much more complicated. In my opinion, it was a desperate attempt to be ANYWHERE but where he was, because he was having an EXTREMELY hard time. And maybe a couple of other factors. This is all alleged, of course, we don't know the truth and never will. I just think that what REALLY happened does NOT fully match what they want us to believe, something's being kept from us.

[menlove]

Kinda feel like John would chew glass actually if he saw how he and Paul are being pushed as this love story/the romantic implications. And disrespect of Yoko’s place as John’s actual widow. Just based off her past comments I think if Yoko were of sound mind (I believe she’s suffering from dementia?) she’d protest.

I'm honestly not sure? I mean if we're looking at where him and yoko would be now if he'd lived, the answer is probably divorced bc that's where they were headed when he died. so idk that he'd really be bothered about what she thought atp if he'd lived bc they would've divorced in the 80s and God knows what he'd be up to now

but if we mean Ethereal Ghost John I think he'd probably roll his eyes and protest the idea that him and paul were like be all end all soulmates. but I don't think he'd take issue with the idea that they were in love. I mean he like Consistently said in multiple forms and at different times that paul was his main partner before yoko, in whatever way. I think he'd probably be annoyed w the idea that paul was It for him, but he was obviously a huge part of his life

as for disrespecting yoko like..... I think he'd take more issue w your average beatle bro saying she broke up the beatles, saying she was a witch (sometimes literal), all the racist shit she gets, and the lack of visibility of her art apart from him. I think like again if someone were trying to imply that he loved paul More than her, he'd be pretty irritated. but it's just a fact that he loved paul and it's never one he tried to dispute. I also don't think it's that disrespectful to say "these two dudes had something going on and then broke up and married women" like obviously there's ppl in the mclennon fandom who are Massively disrespectful to yoko/linda/jane/cyn (yoko most of all) but overall I don't think people claiming that john and paul were in love in any way detracts from the fact that john was obviously in love with yoko and spent the last years of his life w her

now what YOKO would think.......... I won't disagree there lmao. but her and paul have always been At It with each other to varying degrees. they've obviously settled on somewhat neutral ground and I don't think they like detest each other, but they Have Continually Been vying for the position of the holder of john's legacy and like Fairly recently I know she was still being snarky as fuck about him. so I think it would probably piss her off to no end, but I don't think that's a good reason to not talk about it. at the end of the day queer people are always going to exist and especially as they're like solidified as part of history now I think it's actually pretty important to talk about.

[st-just]

the asshole nerd trio are by far one of the weirdest and weakest parts of Buffy’s writing.

the narrative largely treats them like comic relief antagonists, and [redacted because idk if you’ve watched the whole show already and are re-watching, or simply watching it for the first time]. The problem is, however, that they’re actually scary. Sure, all the plotting villains scheming to destroy the entire dimension are “scary” in a fictional sense, and our heroes are often in peril, but “nominally physically non-threatening but predatory wolf in sheep’s clothing” is just a real threat that exists in real life. It’s a weirdly dark subject to be treated so flippantly. Like if there was just a random multi-episode subplot about one of the teachers Sunnyvale High being a pedophile.

I’m not sure if Whedon was going somewhere with this as a concept and it simply didn’t land right for me, or if he just wildly misread how upsetting people would find the concept “nerdy predators” compared to “zillion year old scenery-chewing demon who wants to open a portal to hell”

it’s also possible that I just found the trio uniquely upsetting thanks to my own past. In college, several female friends of mine were beset with nerdy horny predatory men, and one of them was actually assaulted. That part of the season hit really close to home and was deeply distressing.

(Watching for the first time, yes - last episode I watched was the one where one of them tried to use the magic mind control device to make his ex-girlfriend a sex slave)

Oh yeah it's the Dolores Umbridge problem, right? The show's audience is several orders of magnitude more likely to have actually met someone like the three stooges than they are a blood-drinking cult leader or murderous wannabe-goddess or whatever, so the narrative treating them so flippantly and bathetically just feels very off.

But it's also the narrative seems a bit confused about how many layers of narrative abstraction and subtext it wants to go for? Like, Buffy and Spike's relationship is clearly supposed to be toxic and unhealthy, but we're also not supposed to take Buffy beating Spike into the pavement until his face is one bloody mess during an argument that literally when judging her as a person? Whereas with the stooges Buffy basically stops to look at the camera and clearly announces 'this would have been rape. You're all rapists'.

Which like, makes it come off as weird how much they're framed as pathetic comic relief before and after.

[just1cefor4ll]

—You’re the kind of person they write rock songs about

modern!au Viktor x fem!reader

part 8 || epilogue

A/N. sighhhhhh its the end guys :(((( idk if im too happy w this chapter butt i still hope you enjoy!! and im so sorry for the wait ive been busyy

‘You will never walk alone

You can always reach me

You will never ever walk alone’

Months had passed since you and Viktor got together—and it had been worth every second of waiting and ‘dancing around each other.’Your relationship was effortless in all the best ways. He needed you, and you needed him. It was as simple as that. And yet, you still couldn’t quite wrap your head around how you’d ended up with someone like him—someone who, at first glance, never seemed to think about love, yet here he was, utterly and hopelessly in love with you. Just as you were with him.

You both had your moments of realization—those quiet, startling instances when the depth of your feelings hit you all at once. Viktor had his just a few weeks into your relationship. It had been the worst week imaginable for him—exams, assignments, endless experiments. By the end of it, he was completely drained, barely holding himself upright.

When he showed up at your door, you weren’t sure whether to greet him or offer your condolences. He looked exhausted, circles under his eyes darker than usual— if that was even possible, and he looked like his mind was everywhere all at once.

Without hesitation, you stepped aside to let him in. “Yeah, no thinking or touching anything related to school for at least a day,” you said with a soft smile. He didn’t protest, didn’t even try to argue. He just let you pull him into your bed, where you lay together, his weight pressing into you as he let himself rest for the first time in days.

It was in that moment, as you ran your fingers through his hair, that he understood—this was what it meant to have someone. To be cared for without asking. To be loved without condition.

And he never wanted to go without it again.

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For you it was how he admired and noticed every single detail about you. It started when he noticed your fidgeting with your guitar strap before shows, the way he held your hand right then and there and kept your overthinking thoughts calm down in just a second. The way he said things you mentioned months back and he still remembered.

“Hey I’m bored and i’d really want to go somewhere..” You said through the phone, a soft huff escaping your lips since you’ve been rotting in bed for the past 3 hours. Viktor reacted almost instantly, your heart skipping a beat— face getting a bit warm. “How about we go get you those new guitar strings? You said you’ve been wanting to get new ones along with a guitar pick and I’m pretty sure you’ve had getting a new vinyl in mind for a while too.” He rambled, making you stutter out a response after staying quiet for longer than needed. “O-oh yeah sure that sounds awesome! Also I—” You’d want to go to that new cat café down to street of the music shop?” You smile, getting up and going towards your closet. “You know me so well.”

“I know, love.” You could definitely hear the smug smile on his face making you chuckle. “Alright then I’ll give you some time to get ready. Be there in an hour?” You nodded, saying your goodbyes before you went into the shower.

Your heart felt warm— full of his love and you couldn’t be happier. In your past relationships you didn’t really bother mentioning your interests since no one ever bothered to remember— but he did..

It was nice being known.

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Hang outs became more lively— you didn’t have to awkwardly interact or just glance at each other all day. Everything changed for the better and it was just the best your lives have ever been.

You still spent most of your time at the Last drop like you have for years before you even started dating— or you ended up at the venues bar you had just played at and laughed until they had to kick you after closing time.

Tonight, the usual chaos unfolded—Ekko and Powder bickering over some ridiculous bet, Isha sipping her drink and listening to Mel talk, and Viktor sat beside you in the booth, his arm resting lazily behind you. "You two are gross," Powder groaned, watching as you absentmindedly played with Viktor’s fingers. "Like, actually sickening. I miss when you were just pining idiots."

You smirked, tilting your head at Powder. "Oh, we’re disgusting?" You gestured between yourself and Viktor before pointing at her and Ekko. "That’s rich, coming from you two."

Ekko raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Viktor chuckled, catching on immediately. "Ah, yes. I suppose staring at each other like lovesick fools doesn’t count?"

Powder’s face scrunched up. "We do not—"

"You totally do," you cut in, grinning. "And don’t even get me started on how you two kick me out of our dorm room so you can make out."

Ekko smirked, unbothered. "And? At least we don’t subject people to whatever this is." He waved vaguely at you and Viktor, who still had his arm draped behind you.

"Please," you scoffed. "You guys were worse before you got together. At least Viktor and I had some self-control."

Powder rolled her eyes playfully. "Yeah, real subtle. Because begging me to change the setlist and making me play the guitar— which I haven’t in like years— last minute so you can sing Iris to Viktor in stead of just saying ‘Hey! I’m in love with you!’ was totally not doing too much."

You opened your mouth to argue but hesitated. "Okay, fair point."

Viktor just smiled beside you. "I still think it was a lovely confession."

Ekko snickered. "You would."

After a few hours of talking and laughing, you decided to slip away for a bit, stepping out back for a cigarette. The night air was cool against your skin as you sat down on the small, weathered bench—probably older than the bar itself. Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your pack, but after a few seconds of searching, you sighed.

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“Shit—”

Before you could finish the thought, Viktor pulled out exactly what you were looking for. He flicked the lighter to life, the small flame casting a glow over his face as he held it up to your cigarette.

“You know,” he said as you took a drag, “this will kill you one day.”

You exhaled slowly, smoke curling between you. “Yeah, yeah. You tell me every time.”

“And yet, you never listen.”

You grinned, nudging his knee with yours. “If I did, I’d be boring.”

Viktor shook his head, but there was no real disapproval in his expression. He just watched you, eyes flickering between your lips and the cigarette before landing on your face.

“You gonna keep staring, or do you want a drag?” you teased, holding it out to him.

He scoffed. “Tempting, but I’d rather not die faster.”

“Suit yourself.” You took another slow inhale, then blew the smoke just enough in his direction to make him roll his eyes.

For a while, you sat in comfortable silence, the distant sounds of the bar filtering through the alley. Then Viktor spoke again, softer this time.

The distant hum of the bar faded into the quiet of the alley, the only sounds between you the occasional drag of your cigarette and the soft scuff of Viktor’s cane against the pavement as he shifted beside you.

For a moment, it seemed like he was content just sitting there, but then he spoke—his voice careful, like he had been thinking about this for a while.

“You know,” he started, “I have.. come to a realization.” You exhaled slowly, glancing at him. “Oh? Do tell.” Viktor rested his forearms on his knees, fingers loosely intertwined. “You and I… we spend a great deal of time together.” You smirked. “Usually how relationships work, yeah.” He nodded, but there was something almost hesitant in the way he continued. “It is not a complaint, I assure you. Rather, I find it interesting.” You took another drag. “Interesting how?”

Viktor turned his head toward you, studying you in that way he always did when he was gathering his thoughts. Then, with the same quiet certainty he always had in moments like this, he said:

“That, despite seeing you nearly every day, it never feels like enough.”

The cigarette nearly slipped from your lips. You blinked at him, caught completely off guard by how blunt that was.

And yet, Viktor looked almost unaffected, as if he hadn’t just casually said something that sent your heart into overdrive.

You cleared your throat, forcing out a chuckle. “So you’re basically saying you’re obsessed with me?” You smirk, thinking you got him right back.

Viktor huffed a small laugh, shaking his head. “If that is how you wish to interpret it.”

You turned more toward him, resting an elbow on the back of the bench. “You are obsessed with me.”

His eyes flicked to yours, something unreadable in his expression. Then, as if accepting the accusation completely, he simply said; “Yes.”

Your breath hitched. No hesitation, no awkward stammering—just the truth, laid bare between you.

He leaned in slightly, dropping his voice just enough to make your pulse stutter. “And you?”

You swallowed. “What about me?”

Viktor tilted his head, gaze steady. “Are you obsessed with me as well?”

You hummed, thinking about it. “Maybe I am.” He chuckled, grabbing your cigarette and throwing it away even after your protests. “Maybe it is then.”

You rolled your eyes, turning to Viktor. "You regret it yet?" He looked at you with a raised brow. “Can’t say I understand, love.” He stated, confused.

“Us? Am I not too much or too little? I don’t know I’ve never been in a healthy relationship before.”

He hummed in thought, tapping his fingers against your upper arm— a habit he developed whenever you had long conversations while his arm was around you. "Hmm. Let’s see.. I get to spend time with you, no longer have to agonize over if you like me, and I get to do this—" He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling back with a smug grin. "So no, I don’t regret a thing and you are perfect.”

Viktor’s words lingered in the cool night air, settling between you in a way that made your heart skip a beat. You huffed out a soft laugh, shaking your head.

You hummed, still not entirely convinced as you took one last drag before flicking your cigarette away.

Viktor tilted his head, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Not convinced?”

You scoffed, nudging his side. “Bold assumption.”

He just hummed, stepping closer—close enough that you could feel the warmth of him even in the chill of the night. “Not an assumption,” he murmured, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered just slightly, his touch impossibly gentle. “I’m simply observant.”

Your breath hitched, but you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your pulse stuttered. “Alright, genius, if you’re so observant, then you should know that Powder’s probably already looking for us.”

Viktor smirked. “Let her look.”

Before you could respond, he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a way that was both effortless and deliberate, like he’d been waiting for the perfect moment. His hand found your waist, holding you there as he deepened it just slightly—slow, lingering, like he wanted to make sure you felt every second of it.

By the time he pulled away, you were left blinking up at him, lips still tingling from the kiss. Viktor, of course, looked entirely too pleased with himself.

You cleared your throat, ignoring the heat rising to your face. “You’re ridiculous.”

He only chuckled, grabbing your hand and lacing your fingers together. “Mm, and yet, you are still holding my hand.”

You huffed, tugging him toward the bar’s back door. “Come on, obsessed boyfriend. Before Powder drags us back herself.”

Just before stepping inside, he gave your hand a small squeeze, voice light but certain.

“Whatever you say, obsessed girlfriend.”

You groaned, but the warmth in your chest was undeniable. And as the noise of your friends filled the air again, Viktor still at your side, you couldn’t help but think—yeah, you were both absolutely gone for each other.

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Only Tonight (And Maybe Tomorrow Too)

Summary: Vaguely Before sunrise Au. Elisa and reader meet and can’t help but feel drawn together for a night of philosophy, romance, adventures and a once in a lifetime kind of love. 

Authors note: based on this one ask someone posted a while ago idk who about Elisa and the reader meeting at a wedding and spending the night getting to know each other i think. Also yes loosely inspired by that one greta monologue about love. Yall i too wish this was written better with more depth and detail but I can only justify so much writing during exam season. When I show up to the loser competition and then I’m there but I’m talking to someone I think is hot. 

WC: 3.6K

Warnings: Swearing and Some Suggestive Content bc Elisa be hot. 

3 PM

Weddings are stressful. Between your outfit, the gift, and your family you’d been stressed out enough for a lifetime and it was only 3 pm. Is there anything worse than being at your younger cousin's wedding and having all your relatives bombarding you with questions asking when it was your turn? You didn’t think so. On top of all this you’d been relegated to being the person who fetches everything for everyone who needs a water, an eyelash curler, or a set of pearl earrings. You loved your cousin, your aunt, and all your female relatives who were cooing over the bride but it was a little much. 

Your cousin had always had a flair for the dramatic, so when you received the invitation saying you were invited to her destination wedding in Malta you hadn’t been surprised. In fact you’d welcomed the vacation. The stunning water and architecture had been an amazing get away from the writer's block you’d been experiencing……... .except for when you’d been around your family. Cost wise you knew it was better to share a room with your mom but for your sanity you’d opted to stay elsewhere. 

Finally when the wedding arrived you were relieved. Five days of amazing weather and smothering family, you were ready to go home tomorrow morning. Back to your real life in Paris, where you’d taken a job as a secretary while you wrote your next play. It had been months since you’d last touched your latest ideas though. You’d been hoping this trip would be what you needed to start writing again but you hadn’t found anything truly inspiring….yet. 

Being sent to go grab more tissues for the bride's mother you slipped out of the bride's dressing room again. Making your way down the hall to where you knew the elevator was you pulled out your phone to check the time. 

3:15

Great, only 18 more hours before your flight tomorrow you thought. 

Looking up you only see yourself about to crash into someone wearing a suit before you actually do. You immediately look up and make eye contact with what’s possibly the most gorgeous human you’ve ever seen. Their arms come up to grab your biceps to stabilise both of you. Tan with freckles lining her cheeks and nose, her furrowed eyebrows pulling together even tighter as she puts together that you’ve just crashed into her and haven’t said anything.

Crap, you haven’t said anything.

Say something, anything but just staring at her. Her arms begin to lower trailing down your arms before dropping to her sides completely. 

Finally the word burst from you, 

“Oh my god i’m so sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going, I was distracted, that one's on me, again i’m so-”

“It’s okay” She quickly interjects, a soft french lilt to her heavy voice. 

A small smile begins to grow on her face. As she continues to look at you she shakes her head laughing to herself and walking away.

You feel your cheeks growing hotter. Only you would crash into the hottest real life person you’ve ever seen in a desperate escape from your family. You wince in embarrassment thinking about it. You look back to see where the woman has gone only to see her turning the corner. Damn it. 

From down the hall you hear a door click open, you expect to hear a close instead, your mothers voice calling your name. 

Shit, the tissues. 

6:30 PM

After what you have to admit was a lovely ceremony, comes the game of how to indirectly tell people you’re gay without coming out explicitly when they ask if you even have a boyfriend yet. Your cousin did a marvellous job of choosing the flowers, the music, the venue, everything down to the last minute detail was gorgeous. It’s hard to imagine someone you used to push on the swings as being married. You remember the days where you’d hide in pillow forts and talk about your future children's names and what your weddings would look like. You’re glad she got to have the picture perfect wedding she always dreamed of with a husband who loves her dearly. 

Excusing yourself from the table you go up to the buffet which holds finger foods to eat through the reception. Deciding on which fruits you feel like adding to your plate you barely notice when someone else grabs a plate and comes to stand beside you. 

Breaking you out of your trance you hear the voice that’s been replaying in your head for hours. 

“It’s like you’re stalking me.” She teases.

You exhale slightly in lieu of a laugh, relieved the person standing beside you is someone you might actually like. 

“Fancy seeing you here.” You tease back.

Glancing to your left you see she’s ditched the black blazer leaving her in a white button up with black dress pants. Running your eyes up and down her you are thoroughly impressed. Her legs look especially toned in the dress pants telling you this is NOT someone who skips leg day. 

“Are you with the bride or groom?” She asks. 

“Oh neither, I’m crashing this wedding. I'm only here for the free food.” You answer, gesturing to the fruit tray in front of you. 

She stares at you as if unsure whether or not you’re joking. 

“I’m kidding,” You laugh and lean over to nudge her shoulder. “I’m the bride's cousin.”

Her brows part and she begins to laugh again. Good god, you could listen to that sound forever and never get bored of hearing it. 

Once she finishes you ask how she knows the happy couple. 

“Family friend of the grooms, you know the groomsmen de almeida? He’s my brother.”

As she points to a figure on the dance floor you begin to recognize him, you had seen him during the ceremony. You’d also met him and his family at the rehearsal dinner last night, but you definitely would have remembered this girl. 

“I met him last night. I think I met your mom and dad too. Didn’t see you though, I think i would have remembered that”

“Haha I flew in this morning, I’m a footballer for PSG feminine so I had training up until yesterday. I fly out again tomorrow morning.” 

“Me too. Maybe I’ll see you there?”

“Maybe you will.”

Your gazes linger. 

It’s been so long since you bantered with someone so easily. This girl was already making you feel things you’d forgotten how to feel and you’d only know her for five minutes. You had to prolong this conversation. 

“I’m y/n.” You stuck out your palm for a hand shake. 

“Elisa.” She responds, her warm hand reaching out to grab your extended hand. 

The small smile gracing her face takes your breath away. 

As your touch lingers a slow song starts. You see couples begin to wrap their arms around each other and sway. You never feel more single than right now at weddings. Although with this beautiful woman who is no doubt taken but you’re going to ignore that for your own sanity right now, it feels less lonely than it usually does.  Trying to think of something to say, you breathe in to ask about her work, or her favourite colour, or why she gets up in the morning, she steals the breath from your throat by asking if you like to dance. 

“Never been a dancer per say but yes I dance”

“Come with me.” She gestures over to what must be the table where she’s been seated and your legs take you with her. She puts down her plate of food before taking yours as well and placing it next to hers before turning around and extending a hand. Her eyes flicker from you to the dance floor. It’s crazy to be able to communicate with someone this well when you just met them right? This has to be some kind of sick twisted sapphic dream where a gorgeous athletic masc is asking you to dance with her on your last night on a beautiful island in Europe. There’s no way your life is real right now. But if it is a dream you’re going to make the most of it. You place your hand in hers again and let yourself be led to the dance floor. 

She pulls you around to face her and pulls your arms up her shoulders while hers wind around your waist. She’s too good at this, you think. Smiling to yourself you mentally roll your eyes. This girl. 

“What?” she asks looking at your smiling face. 

“Nothing…..Just laughing at you and your moves.” How are you already comfortable enough with her to tease her?

Elisa scoffs playfully. “Me and my moves," she says. “Tell me the moves aren’t working.”

She cocks an eyebrow at you. 

You stay silent. She’s got you there. But you’ll be damned if she knows it before you let her.

“The moves aren't working.” You say as you let your face go slack and your eyes fall blank as if you’re looking straight through her. All traces of your earlier engagement gone in an instant. 

“You can’t trick me with the deadpan again, it only works once, cherie.”

“Oh, rats.” You remove one of your hands from her shoulders to swing it diagonally while snapping. 

She smiles widely and laughs at your actions. The older couples around you look over and you only feel a little bad because you made her laugh. Have you ever felt like you understood someone before you really knew them? It must be the romantic in you because swaying back and forth with her laughing right now feels like a rush of adrenaline and like you just crossed the threshold of being home after a long day. If she isn’t single, you’re going to have to kill someone. 

11 PM 

You’d talked and laughed all evening. It’s been a long time since someone made you feel alive. Your cheeks feel tired from smiling so much, when was the last time that had happened? You can’t even remember. 

People are starting to wrap up and leave the wedding. She’s not technically part of the wedding so she’ll be leaving soon. Your mind is racing to find some excuse to see her again or keep these good vibes going. This is the lightest you’ve felt in a while. As you're going through your catalogue of excuses to get her to stay or go or anything as long as you’re together, you’re startled by a soft touch to your arm. She’s looking at you again, god will that ever get less scary? She’s maintained eye contact with you most of the night and is an active listener as you regaled her with childhood stories about the bride. It’s no less electric then it was the first moment you ever looked into those brown eyes. You can feel your heartbeat throughout your entire body, pulsing at the heat of her slight touch.  

“Do you want to get out of here?”

Shit, you think. She stole my line. 

You feel bashful all of a sudden, what if she can see your mind racing trying to get her to stay? What if she thinks you’re some kind of creep? Worse, what if she’s actually hitting on you? In first aid training they should really cover how to restart your own heart after an attractive person, a hot person, let’s not downplay it here, the most mouth wateringly beautiful person you’ve seen in your whole life, asks you to get out of here with them. Suddenly the oversight seems fatal. 

Deep breath. You can be cool about this. You give her a small smile trying to not appear too eager. 

“Yeah, I really do.”

3 AM

Your legs have a burning sensation in them from the running around, dancing, and hours of walking you and Elisa have done. You feel as though you’ve walked the entire island of Malta. Not true, of course, but it feels like it with how tired you are. Yet you can’t imagine being anywhere else in the world right now than in the quiet warm night next to an interesting, beautiful, heartbreakingly charming girl. You’re praying to god this isn’t just a you feeling. Can she feel the easy dynamic between you two? The shoulder bumps, easy laughter, and meaningful conversations have flowed between you two all night. You’ve never believed in magic or soulmates but tonight, her, this moment in time, it’s making you question those beliefs. The soft glow of streetlights and lights spilling out from shops open late add to the ambiance of the warm, if not slightly breezy night. This is perfect. This is everything your hopeless romantic heart could ever want. It feels straight out of a movie or some cheesy book, meet-cute with a dorky girl and cool charismatic athlete, they get along really well and somehow have chemistry, cue falling in love montage, the almost kiss, the third act miscommunication, the eventual resolution. Okay well you could do without the miscommunication but this night? It’s so making the falling in love moments montage. 

Your fingers brush against each other and your breath catches in your throat. This is insane. You feel electrified, as if someone just took defibrillators to your chest and you were still conscious. You’re loving every minute of it. You’re brave enough to reach out a little and brush purposely against hers again. The tips of fingers tangle together momentarily before the breeze parts them. Emboldened by what could be you reach out and tangle your fingers fully in hers so you’re holding hands on a dimly lit street. 

You’re trying hard not to look like a tomato, you're blushing so hard. What's even more embarrassing is how you’re already thinking about a great story this night would be to tell your future kids about, holy crow you need to get it together. This momentary lapse in silence for the first time all night is so peaceful, a bit like falling into your moms embrace when you aren't feeling well. The silence cradles you in her arms safely cooing you into sleep. You see her look down at your entwined hands and the sides of her lips pull up. You breathe a little easier. She squeezes your hand to let you know she’s okay with it. You’re already coming up with secret gestures to let each into your feelings. 

The walk back to the hotel is mostly silent. Tiredness creeping over you both. It had been a long day from start to finish. You still don’t want this night to end though. You’re so close to everything you’ve always wanted. You’re debating whether or not it would be creepy to invite her to your room when you arrive at the hotel. You don’t want to sleep with her, okay yes you do but not now, maybe tomorrow when you have the energy to really give it your all, you just want to be next to her and exist in her space. You want her arms wrapped around you and to lay your head in the crook of her neck. You want to feel her skin warm with fatigue. Distantly you wonder if this is a liking women thing or truly a you and her thing. 

In the elevator up to your floors you lean your head on her shoulder, her hand leaves yours to duck around your back and pull you into her so her hand drapes over your waist. Keeping you close. You like this more than anything. Top 3 sensations ever. The doors slide open knocking your moment of paradise away. You shuffle out and then this is it. The goodbye. Oh fuck you’re far too tired to do this properly. You should say something suave and charming that will make her want to keep in touch. A swooping sensation appears in your belly at the thought of never seeing her again. That can’t happen. 

“I think-,” The tiredness is making you entirely too truthful and too much and she hasn’t gone running for the hills yet so that has to count for something right. You bite your lip as you debate whether to continue on. You’re standing in the harsh fluorescent lighting of the hotel but she’s gorgeous everywhere, how is this even fair? “I think-,” Your tongue feels almost numb, your eyes can’t stay open any longer. “I think this is how the poets must feel about different worlds, you know? Like the multiverse but it’s between people. Lovers, people who love each other. That secret language.” What are you even fucking saying but you think she gets it because she’s just as tired and shes nodding and smiling and this quiet moment, oh god you want to live here forever, on the precipice of something great, life changing. 

“Yeah no I get it. I feel like that tonight too.” 

It occurs to you that you don’t even know if she likes you as more than a friend or even thinks you’re pretty at all. Which is cool, you could totally live with that…..yeah no. Love at first sight is bullshit but you’re thinking this is pretty close to it. More like I think you’re going to be the love of my life realization at 9 hours ish into knowing you sight. This is the moment in the movie where you almost kiss. You don’t even register the heat of her body extremely close to yours until you feel warm breath ghosting along your cheek with a small kiss left there. You wish you were more awake, but you feel like you’re being lit on fire while being weighed down at the same time. You’ve never cursed the human need to sleep more. You have better things to do!

She pulls away and tucks a hair behind your ear. Your hair must be so knotty from the wind. Ugh you’re probably an eye sore right now, not cute. She’s looking at you the same way she looked at the boats in the harbour and up at the sky earlier though. Full of awe and wonder. Like she’s looking into a world beyond her. Your heart clenches painfully. Please, Please, Please. You don’t know what you’re pleading for but you need more. Her nose brushes against yours and you aren’t breathing. Her lips ghost across your cheekbone and trail to your ear. The palm of her hand rests against your hip. The heat is burning through your clothes. 

“If I give you my number, are you going to call?” She breathes into your hair with a smile. 

You’re nodding at a ferocious speed. Yes, absolutely you’re going to call. You’re going to blow up her phone. You tilt your head to angle your lips towards her ear. How can she make anything sound dirty? It’s a talent truly. 

“Yes” I will do anything for you.

You feel strung out. Tired and drunk on attraction. A shiver runs down your spine at her proximity. You want her hot hands all over you. You think if she whispered in your ear you could probably climax from her voice alone. You want to groan and throw your head back thinking about it. Your fingers in her hair, the smell of her around you, in you-

Best to cut that thought off there. You were always a bit turned on when you got tired. Doesn’t help that you have a professional athlete trying to give you her number and whispering in your ear too. 

She pulls back and smirks at you like she can tell what you’re thinking. She’s good at that. She’s either going to be great for you or your downfall. You’ll take both. You always did like the myth of Icarus. And just like that she's swaying into you again. This time she’s got a hand around the side of your neck pulling you to her and one hand on your hip and those lips you’ve been staring at all night are on yours. Holy shit, you could never have daydreamed it would feel this good. She tastes like the food you ate earlier and something sweet. This must be what ambrosia tastes like. She pulls back slightly panting a into the small gap between you,

“Sorry, I had to do that once, just in case you don’t call.”

“Trust me,” You breathe partially into her mouth. “I’m going to call.” 

Then the heat of her is gone just as soon as it came. You hadn’t realized the hard line of her body was fully pressed against yours until it’s gone, leaving you to break into goosebumps in the hall. She walks backwards until she goes to turn around the corner where her room is. Before she leaves your sight she drops a wink and a lazy smile at you. You think you’re starstruck. As you wander back to your room you think just maybe you’ll have tonight and maybe tomorrow too. 

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In Love

| Vi x Fem!Reader / Sevika x Fem!Reader

Summary: Vi disappeared. Y/n is alone picking herself up again...

TW: Violence, Death?, Injury,

A/N: Thinking of a part 2 idk :/

Never the one. 

That's what Y/n believed.

She had fought so hard to never let her feelings be shown, but then again she never thought she would have feelings like this, especially in a place where it was found so rare.

“Can you promise me that whatever happens it will always be you and me… together?” Vi said as she faced the girl who was lying next to her.

“Violet… I wouldn't have it any other way.” Y/n said as she kept looking up at the stars.

In love in Zaun was a curse that no one wanted to fall victim to, but what did adults know? Teens always had the will to risk it all. 

But when the years went by, she soon realized the adults were right all along. 

So while she figured out how to survive on her own, she switched sides.

A dancer was what she was. Keeping herself entertained while putting on a show for the world. But one thing was for sure, she was no longer Y/n… She was Star. 

The last thing she ever looked at while being in love. Star was made up of broken parts and maybe one would call her insane, but Star never felt more like herself. 

Maybe that was the part that she wanted people to love. She knew that it would never happen, but when a pair of silver eyes never left her side, she couldn’t help but have these weird feelings she tried burning long ago. 

“You're late, the bar is closed.” Star said as she wiped down the last table. 

All Sevika could see was Star's long black hair covering her down to her thighs. She was beautiful even in her natural state. Sevika always liked seeing her like this, so raw in the night light where no one would see them in their vulnerable state. 

“Star… I just… Need some help… with this.” Sevika said, struggling to talk.

“Sevika! Oh my god… What the hell?” Star said as she ran to her, catching her, and slowly moved a chair to sit her down.

“I made a mess.” Sevika said as she watched Star run to get her supplies.

“Who the hell did this to you?” Star said as she came back and started cleaning her wounds.

“Got caught up with someone…” Sevika said as she watched her move fast. 

“The Brothel again…” Star said with a cold tone.

Star soon realized the tone in her voice, wanting to take back every word she said. She had never acted like this, not when she knew what type of person Sevika was. Even if it hurt her to know that Sevika was always there, she couldn't help but feel the gut feeling she grew to know so well.

“Jealousy is not a good look on you, love.” Sevika said as she smirked at Star.

Sevika couldn’t help but stare at her as she worked. She loved the feeling of her soft hands taking care of her even if she would never admit it. 

After Star was done with the bigger cuts, she decided to examine Sevika’s face for anything that was left unseen. As she grabbed her face, she couldn’t help but hold her breath as if she was afraid to scare her away.

“You like what you see.” Sevika said with a playful tone as she looked straight into Star's eyes.

“You’re an idiot, did you know that?” Star said as she let go of her face, finishing her exam.

Sevika couldn't help but laugh as she watched Star put her things away.

“No… I wasn't at the brothel. Not for a while…” Sevika said as she took out a cigarette from her pocket. 

Star could only smile at herself as she turned back with a lighter in her hand.

“What an accomplishment!” Star said as she lit up Sevika’s cigarette.

“Very funny Star.”

“Tell me, have you missed some of the girls?” Star said as she went back to cleaning up whatever was left.

“None that I care about.” 

“You're playing a very dangerous game, Sevika.” Star said as she stopped what she was doing to look at her. 

“And if I am? You would love every moment of it, wouldn't you?” Sevika said as she stood up. 

Star stayed quiet. For the first time in a while, those same feelings she felt so long ago came back again. But nothing stopped her from the same fear she had so long ago with her first lover. 

So she didn't answer because she knew that staying quiet was the safest option.

“I'm sorry.” Vi said as she stared at Y/n.

“You said we would do this together and now you're leaving me out.” Y/n said through tears.

“Please just this once accept my apology and don't come.” 

“Fine… Have it your way.” Y/n said as she grabbed her stuff and left. 

“I promise I'll come back for you.” Vi whispered to herself as she watched Y/n walk away.

Vi still remembers that night.

It was the last time she saw Y/n’s face before she disappeared.

She would be so disappointed if she saw her now…

The blue uniform hung on her body as she helped Caitlyn look for Jinx. But Vi couldn’t help but use her sources to look for her in the process. But troubled thoughts came into view when there was no record of Y/n. As if she had disappeared from the world, or maybe she just didn’t want to be found. 

“Where did you go?” Vi whispered to herself as she looked around at what once used to be her home.

As she walked around, she stepped on something and looked down. It was a piece of paper covered in glass. She picked it up and as she whipped the dust away, she soon realized it was an old picture of  Y/n. 

“Vi… We have to go.” Caitlyn said as she looked at Vi worried. 

“Ya…umm sorry.” Vi said as she folded the paper and put it in her pocket.

Vi couldn't give up not yet. She knew Y/n was somewhere out there, even if there was no lead. She loved this place too much to leave it forever. 

But as the days went by Vi couldn't help but move on. Caitlyn had filled Y/n’s spot, which felt odd, but it was love. She tried not to feel guilty, but when night fell and Vi looked into Caitlyn's eyes, she couldn’t help but imagine Y/n lying there. 

“I love you.” Violet said as she looked into her eyes.

“And I love you…” Y/n said as she cupped Violet's face.

Star was in love again.

She no longer feared the feeling and finally left her past, to focus on her. 

At first, she was playing her silly little game, but it soon became more. They would spend their nights wrapped around each other and just breathe. Sevika had soon learned about Star's likeness for the stars and shortly after she would take her to spots that not even Zuan could reach. 

But Star knew something was hanging in the air. 

“She’s back…” Sevika said as she looked at Star.

“I know.” Star said as she kept staring into the night sky.

“Where did you find her?”

“She was in the basement… with the enforcer.” 

Star could remember that day clearly. She went down there whenever she missed the kids, and this day, while she was looking around, she heard footsteps and hid in the ceiling. Then she watched as a group of people looked around, and then she saw her.

At first, she didn't want to believe it, but the signs were clear. She was much older, and her hair was a little longer than usual. Her neck had a tattoo that she couldn’t make out. She was really here, and then…

She picked up an old picture of herself. 

Star had thrown that picture out of rage when she first came to terms with Vi leaving her. 

She watched as Vi folded it up quickly put it in her pocket, and walked away with the enforcer. But that's not what made Star’s blood boil, it was the fact that she had seen Violet in that blue uniform. She had turned into the same people that killed her own.

“Don't ever bring her up again…” Star said as a tear rolled down her cheek.

“Jinx’s, where is Y/n?” Vi said as she looked around. 

“Y/n? She’s gone… Star took care of that.” Jinx said as she laughed. 

“Star? Who is she?”

“She could be her twin… Her face, her voice, just her hair is a bit different but it's all there” Jinx said as she stopped moving. 

“Y/n is dead Vi… she's Star now.” Jinx laughed as she appeared in the middle of the tunnel. 

The gunshot rang in the background as Vi tried to take in all the information she just got.

Y/n was dead.

[shalom-iamcominghome]

speaking of purim! i attended a purim service tonight and i have never ever felt anything like what i experienced tonight. i was terrified at first because i don't know anyone at the synagogue and you know the anxieties but i went anyways and i loved it

i got overwhelmed at one point at how... at home i felt that i almost teared up. i just cant explain it. it felt like i came home.

i havent even been to a regular service yet lol! one woman at the shul said i was brave for this being my first holiday but it felt fitting to me that my first holiday is purim. idk but it definitely got rid of some of my fears about this not being right.

i felt like i truly belonged for the first time, like i finally came home to my family. i ended up talking for an hour and being one of the last ones to leave. chag sameach purim!

- parents anon (i should come up with a different name if im gonna keep filling your inbox lol)

That's kind of how my experience was - how funny! Honestly, I think purim is such an awesome holiday for your first. For me, it was a reminder that if this is the right path for me (which it is!), we** have always stubbornly survived. Every Haman has fallen. In turn, we** all have the chance to be a Mordechai - someone who will be true to who they are without apology, without compromise, without shame. If our** haters will not succeed anyway, why must we** feel compelled to give this up? That's how I've interpreted this holiday, and it's always been close to my heart because of it.

[battytoast]

does anyone else have frequent dreams about being chased around with a knife and almost being murdered or is that just me

[abyssal-ilk]

i don't know the exact timeline for when ghilan'nain physically changed into what we see her as in datv, but im really attached to the idea that she didn't look like that before the veil was made. like she looked just like we saw her in solas' memory, untainted and with no extra limbs. her new form is the direct consequence of her fusing her body with anduril's blighted corpse after anduril's archdemon was slain and she died in the fade. she does not need to mourn anduril. anduril has become part of her greater whole. she would not be parted from her, even in death.

[doctorsiren]

A few doodles while I was in class earlier today

Investigations has been bringing Defenseworth back to the front of my brain

[blackbatcass]

listen I know it’s kind of corny and inaccurate to act like every single person in the dc universe knows each other and is besties but it IS endlessly funny to me to follow the web of connections and see how many degrees removed from each other everyone is.

like look at the arrowfam okay. ollie and dinah are together, ollie is homoerotic best friends with hal, dinah is homoerotic best friends with babs. roy is dating dick, has a kid with jade, and is basically an adoptive father to both grant emerson and rose wilson. connor is dating kyle and is constantly followed around by eddie fyers. mia is friends with a lot of the second gen teen titans kids, had an on-again-off-again thing going on with steph for a while, and is currently dating sienna. emiko is besties with courtney and some of the other recent teen titans. sin has a small army of protective aunts from the birds of prey. the real question is how far does it go before ollie puts a cap on the number of people who are invited to family brunch on sundays

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

just got home from seeing miles and oh my GODDDDD. so much to unpack. SO MUCH. i’ll do a proper post tomorrow when my brain is remotely coherent again, but for now the headlines: he is (as always) absolutely fucking incredible live; i had not one but TWO super awkward run ins with him before the gig even started; i will never recover from hearing shavambacu; there was a VERY interesting moment when he was introducing “see ya when i see ya”; and, in the least creepy way possible, i may or may not now know what it’s like to be spat on by miles kane mid performance 🫠