#And finally... Thank you truly everyone...

[limerlove]

pairing. footballplayer!vi x songwriter!reader

synopsis ─── vi's favorite white cleats, your favorite journal, and two hearts beating to the same drum. navigating piltover university has never been an easy task and for the two of you? impossible. your girlfriend's roommate, the most popular lesbian on campus, happens to answer the phone at the worst time. a propostion is made and that's where all hell breaks loose. a kind-of ex girlfriend, a harboring crush, and one confused athlete. and powder, who can't stop putting her nose in places it doesn't belong. in her third year at uni, violet navigates the most troublesome task of all, her future, and fuck it's all wrapped up in you.

content warning ─── fluff, angst, smut, eighteen+ only. modern au. friends to lovers. slow burn. yearning lesbians. vi looks devastatingly hot in cleats and a jersey in my mind and this fic is proof of that #trust. songwriter!reader nd athlete!vi. homophobia, internalized homophobia discussed. found family. mention of alcohol abuse. each chapter will also have it's own set of warnings, this is just a broad category of tags. so, please check my warning for each chapter!

#rayray talks: wow. so here we are again, with something new, special, and near and dear to my heart. just this once, i'm promising more than something angstful and full of dread. honestly, this new series has meant a lot to me. and i can't wait until i share it all with you. arcane family, i have missed you. and i wanted to do something like this for vi for awhile but have finally found the inspiration to do so. fell out of writing for a little while, but reading thirty books in one month might just bring me back to what i've always loved doing the most. creating new content for the gays who are sexually depraved. here we go. toss one back for your favorite butch. this is fucking deepcut.

a very special thank you to @sinstear. ik you're on hiatus right now but you hear my yaps all the time and i love you so much for it. always uplifting me when i'm at my worst. two incredibly very, very honorable mentions, @shouyuus + @grotesquevi thank you for letting me yap a bit about this series. truly, so proud of this one. stay tuned ૮ ◞ ̫ ◟ ྀིა !!!

#THE DEEPCUT DISCOGRAPHY

◟︎ prelude ♬.ᐟ the democut

release date, july 11th ─── ryder huntington is the love of your life until she breaks up with you. for the past two years, she’s been your calm in the storm. the tide pulling you to the serenity of the shore. it’s always been her. yet, four months in, you receive five fatal messages putting an end to your blossoming relationship. you need time, according to her. more time to settle in your queerness. when you unleash your wrath in the dead of night, it’s not her on the other end of the line. it’s her best friend, her roommate, the lesbian everyone wants to fuck, violet vanderson.

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[bbsantc]

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hiiiiii everyone, happy weekend <3 (finally oml) i´m back with a part 4 of the enha texts :p part 1, 2, and 3 are below if you wanna check it out :) send me an ask if you want to be added to a taglist for this text series thing lol :)) hope you enjoy them :p

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

pairings: ot7!enhypen x 8th member f!reader

summary: jay wants to get ramen together. they don’t want jay. maybe the ramen. but only if y/n is involved.

tags: fake texts, crack, humor (or at least an attempt lmfao), strong language, enha being down BAD for y/n, jake in unhinged, they’re a little crazy, suggestive content, kinda nsfw pic but not really at the same time??, profanities, 18+ (i think that's it, if not lmk pls lol)

disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. i am not claiming that this depicts enhypen or anyone involved in real life.

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a/n: i hope u guys enjoyed this part 4. i know it's a little bit on the shorter side but i'll make it up to you all i promise :p thank you so so so so much for the love and support. i never imagined i would get this much love honestly, and it really makes my heart full. so thank you, truly💗 uni is kicking my ass and your interactions make me not want to kms lmaoooo. but really sometimes we don't know how much one good comment helps someone, so thank you for being here :)

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[kannady]

do you remember me too?

pairing: sylus x mc reader

synopsis: love and deepspace was a newfound obsession of yours. you installed the game shortly after sylus was released as a love interest. it'd be safe to say he was the reason you installed the app. however, finals week was approaching and you had to say goodbye to your favourite game. not for long, ofcourse. but you decide to login for the last time to check the new event.

word count: 1.4k

a/n: hey everyone! i think im gonna finish this series before i write anything else now. this fic is so, so close to my heart. its not only my first ever work, but also smth i never run out of inspiration, ideas and determination of. i hope you enjoy this update and im sorry if i kept you waiting for long. lemme know what you think!

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Chapter Eight

Normal.

That was one word your new life could never be described as. Yet somehow it was.

Everything was normal now. Your job as a Hunter was normal. Your regular check-ups with Zayne were normal. Catching a glimpse of Xavier on his way home was normal. 

It felt like years had passed since you’d come here. You’d never forget the initial excitement and confusion, of course, that was unmatched. But why were you getting used to everything and that so soon?

Your first Wanderer encounter had been, well, as one would say “easy peasy lemon squeezy”. By now, you’d defeated dozens of Wanderers with natural efficiency. Something your co-workers envied, something that Jenna praised. 

Although you believed you could fight Wanderers just fine on your own, you’d come to realise and eventually accept that at the moment, your Evol was far too weak. Due to the mysterious Protofield created by the Wanderers, it was required by the Hunters Association that two Evolvers must be present to support each other. But you couldn’t let anyone find out about your situation. 

However, every time you were in battle, Xavier was by your side. It seemed to you that he was doing all the supporting. He was Lumiere, after all. 

You’d even tried resonating with him once, and as expected, the results were nonexistent. But his expression was still etched in your memory like a burn. He looked disappointed, confused, surprised. Whatever it was, he never asked you to resonate again and you never approached that matter. And that was how you preferred it now, considering how you couldn’t properly use your Evol. 

The first couple of weeks you were convinced you didn’t have it at all. Until the mundane lessons with our sister finally bore fruit, even if a tiny one. The tiny water drop she conjured was twice its size and now months later, it was about four times its original size. Progress was slow, but you mind it as long as there was progress. How you’d managed to hide your little “Evol catastrophe” despite being a Hunter, was something that eluded you.

But still, after spending months here, something always felt empty, hollow, an endless pit of vacancy. You could never put your finger on it and with time you learned to stop caring. Initially, you were ecstatic to be inside your newest obsession, to have a chance to meet your most favourite fictional character. As much as it felt like a crime to say it out, you just didn’t care anymore.

You were still alive, thanks to someone who unknowingly gave up their life for you. But it always left you wondering. Would she still do the same if she knew who you were? If she knew it’d just be a different version of her.

However, you always brushed away that thought disguising it as a moment of doubt. A weakness you couldn’t afford to show. Whoever it was that brought you here, still didn’t know and that was how you’d love to keep it.

You loved Sylus. You truly did. And now that he was real, you loved him too much and maybe that was your fault. You had tried to call him, to make him come to you. But that was months ago and you couldn’t even remember why you’d done that. You stopped peering out the window every other hour, stopped waiting by the door, stopped rushing up to your room hoping to see an open window and a present on your bed.

Was he never going to come? Or were things inevitably going according to the game? Would you only meet him if your entire family died in front of your eyes, just an arm’s reach away from you?

“Hello! Earth to (reader)!” Someone sing-songed, pulling you out of your everyday midlife crisis.

Tara was the spitting mirror image of her game counterpart. Short, brunette hair styled in a bouncy bob. Those same brown eyes and bubbly personality. She was one of the few elements of this new life that you truly appreciated with no catch. 

“Oh, hey! When did you get here?”

“Just now. I think Captain Jenna’s gonna send us to some mission. Oof, why did I think Friday would be a slow day?” She pouted and plopped on the chair beside you. 

“What do you mean? What kind of mission?”

“I don’t know, but she was walking very fast and she had that ‘I’m not gonna let you rest for a minute’ expression on her face!”

You burst out laughing, earning a few headturns and murmurs from your co-workers. You laughed till you felt the corners of your eyes tear up and your stomach hurt. “Oh, God! Do you watch Captain Jenna that closely?”

She sat upright, her cheeks reddening, clearly offended by what you said. “Hey! It’s just my observation,” closing her eyes and placing her hand on her chest, she continued, “A Hunter’s most powerful skill and weapon.” 

“Right.” You managed to speak while stifling your laughter. But your bickering was cut short, when you heard the doors open. Jenna walked in with her usual stern expression, closely followed by Xavier.

“Everyone, gather round please.”

You heard the shuffle of quick footsteps as everyone walked up until you and Tara were surrounded by a dozen more people. Taking a deep breath, Jenna spoke up. “Yesterday, we sent Team Cosmos to explore and report any potential dangers of the No-Hunt Zone 2…” She trailed off and lowered her gaze. 

You vaguely remembered the senior Hunters who’d been selected for this mission. Out of all your seniors, only the best of the best had been selected. You’d seen them training, all of the weapons assembled for the mission, the newly formulated battle tactics.

They were strong, stronger than any Hunter you’d come across. Except perhaps Lumiere. But what had happened? Did something go wrong?

“Yesterday, we lost contact with them at 11:37 PM. We don’t know exactly what happened or where it happened.”

You felt Tara stiffen up at these words, you turned to look at her and weren’t mistaken when you saw the sheer horror struck on her face. You were beginning to understand the mission now. You were supposed to retrieve the lost Hunters. But how could junior Hunters like you manage that when they had to go through weeks of strenuous training. 

Maybe everyone was thinking the same thing. Perhaps reading the mood, Jenna further went on. “We need to retrieve these Hunters as early as possible, this is why you’re being assigned to the mission. You will be guided by your seniors at all times, so refrain from wandering away on your own. Stick to your group and more closely, with your partners.”

“I have shared the files with you. Please check your Hunter’s Watch and give them a thorough read. If you have a ny question, please don’t hesitate.” With this, Jenna looked around the room, making sure to hold eye contact with every single one of you. Then, with a final reassuring nod, she walked out. 

The moment she was out of sight, everyone began whispering and murmuring to themselves, while you and Tara stood glued on the spot. Retrieve the lost Hunters. The Hunters that had received the best training possible, that left with the most top-notch weapons, that’d been slaying Wanderers for years now.

What possibly could they have encountered? Why was the Hunters Association sending junior Hunters for this suicide mission? You’d never expected them to do something so reckless.

As you raised your arm to read the documents, Tara swhispered. “(Reader), maybe for this mission we can-”

But before she could finish, you heard Xavier clear his throat, almost giving you a jump-scare and whiplash from how fast you turned your head. 

Where did he come from!?

“When you’re done reading, meet me outside. We’ll leave in an hour.”

With that he vanished just as quickly he’d appeared. You could swear you’d just blinked your eyes for a microsecond. 

Sighing, you sank into the nearest chair and clicked your watch to read the files. No-Hunt Zone 2 was an abandoned research facility that had been initially operating under Luminex Technologies. You’d read about it before, but now you were getting a foreboding feeling. You were intrigued by the attacker, captor, the predator. But that didn’t mean to send you off for this suicide mission. 

Hell, you weren’t even given a choice to back out now. 

Xavier’s words rung in your ears. You had less than an hour now and you were terrified.

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[grandline-fics]

Not My Job Description

DESCRIPTION: "I give it a week" -Captain!Reader and Vice-Admiral!Doffy's first meeting

WARNINGS: none

CHARACTERS: Doflamingo

WORDS: 1,267

A/N: I was going to write something else but the worms in my head demanded more Marine!Doffy. Hope you all enjoy and I promise I'll have other stuff written soon! Thank you all for your patience and support 🫡💕

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DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST | KO-FI

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You didn’t know entirely what you were expecting when you arrived at would be your new base and home but this was not it. As soon as your ship docked you felt the overwhelming indescribable buzz of tension and strange amount of sheer positivity directed your way was enough to shock you out of your disbelief that you would be directly serving under Donquixote Doflamingo. Before you’d even stepped off the ship you were met with the deafening “Welcome to the base Captain!” being shouted at you in unison. Your eyes widened at the greeting and slowly looked down at the section of the base’s populace and finally your gaze settled on the two men standing at the bottom of the walkway and headed towards them. 

As you walked you became more and more on edge, taking in the broad, tight smiles everyone was directing your way and it made your back stiffen. You had to resist the urge to reach for your weapon out of a small feeling of dread that you could be attacked at any time. Was this a group of pirates posing as Marines? Were these Marines at threat of something else? Or did no one on this base truly know how to smile? It was too late to turn back now. At least the strange behaviour on display helped settle your nerves somewhat. You came to a stop in front of the tall blond male and the shorter brunette male. “Captain! Welcome to the base, we’ve been so excited for your arrival!”

You opened your mouth to thank the smiling Vice-Admiral but immediately stopped when you watched him not-so subtly elbow his Captain in the ribs. The shorter, tattooed male stumbled under the unexpected blow and his grimace swiftly turned to one of a force smile as he grit out a tight “Yeah, welcome!”

“Th-thanks…” You tried to return the energy to the men but you couldn’t force it to that level especially when you weren’t certain if you were in danger or not. “I take it you’re the other Vice-Admiral? Rosinante?”

“That’s me!” Rosinante greeted with a genuine smile this time and clapped his Captain on the shoulder. “This is Law, my second-in-command.”

“Is Vice-Admiral Doflamingo off base?” You asked, casting another glance around finally relieved to see that now that the welcoming committee were no longer required they went back to their duties, unnerving smiles gone but still it did nothing to fully dissipate the tension. At the mention of the other Vice-Admiral a few froze and hurried their paces. Rosinante tried to think of a gentle lie but Law beat him to it.

“Nah, he’s likely in his office.” He scoffed, rubbing his jaw now that he didn’t need to force a smile anymore. “Whether he’s awake or asleep is another matter, my money’s on sleeping.” Your eyebrows rose slightly but you offered no comment on your superior’s alleged behaviour. 

“Oh Law, you and your jokes!” Rosinante grit out with a nervous laugh, before looking to you. “Come on, I’ll show you around and then we can meet Doffy.”

“Actually sir, if it’s all the same with you, I’d like to meet the Vice-Admiral first.” You requested smoothly, your suspicions about what you’d been truly brought into rising when panic flashed in the other Donquixote sibling’s eyes. “I can find my feet and become acquainted with the base properly after.”

“U-uh s-sure.” Rosinante answered, trying to keep calm. Behind you, the Marines that had been preparing to unload your personal affects paused after hearing the request. They’d been through this song and dance before of Captain’s leaving within a day of arriving and meeting Doflamingo so they decided to save themselves some time and wait. “Law? You coming too?”

“Oh I wouldn’t miss this for anything.” He chuckled and the two men began to lead you down the corridors towards Doflamingo’s office.

As you walked you kept your eyes forward but again you felt the mounting tension again. Any Marine you past would practically flinch and scramble to offer you their brightest smile and salute. It was like they were trying to force you to think everything was perfectly fine and happy but they were only getting the opposite effect. Finally you stopped outside a door and Rosinante knocked once before entering. “Doffy, your Captain’s here!”

You stepped inside and immediately stumbled, looking down to see a bulky file in the way, in fact the entire floor was more paper than wood. Files, maps, bounty posters of varying amounts, important and confidential missives littered the path at every turn. Rosinante and Law stood against the wall, while you navigated the sea of papers towards the desk overflowing with a similar mess. Behind the desk sat Doflamingo, hands folded on his stomach with his long legs kicked up onto the table with no regard for anything under his feet. You came to a stop and offered the reclined and completely unbothered man sitting in front of you the proper greeting with a polite smile gracing your features. “Vice-Admiral Doflamingo, thank you for this opportunity. I’m-”

“-a week.” Doflamingo interrupted you, his voice low, practically bored. Your smile froze and your jaw clenched slightly. Behind you you heard Rosinante mutter his brother’s name, pleading but ultimately resigned. He knew this would happen.

“Beg your pardon?” You asked, needing clarification on his words. You knew he was clearly trying to insult you but in what way? Was he calling you weak?

“I give it a week.” Doflamingo stated, turning slightly to remain in his relaxed position but at least he was facing you now. Behind the bright red glasses on his face you felt his gaze lazily look you over. You could feel the cold, boredom and sharp scrutiny in his hidden gaze and it pissed you off. Your annoyance only grew when he tucked his hands behind his head. “You should be grateful I’m being this kind with my estimation but yeah…you’ll be out of here within the week.”

“That a fact?” You asked smoothly, adjusting your stance to stand tall and fold your hands behind your back. 

“Honestly I don’t know what Headquarters are doing anymore.” Doflamingo said with mock sadness. “Standards really are slipping if they made you Captain.”

“Oh I don’t know.” You mused stepping forward to tilt your head curiously and made a point to look him over with a blank, disinterested expression. “After all they made you Vice-Admiral…maybe they never had any standards to begin with?”

Law snorted at your comment and Doflamingo’s jaw twitched. Dramatically you offered your so-called superior a flourishing salute. “Like I said, thank you for this opportunity. I’ll see you in a week sir. Maybe sooner if you feel like there’s work within your capability to do.” You cast a pointed look to the stacks of untouched work and let your lips twitch in a sarcastic smile. Sharply you turned on your heel and headed for the door. “Until then, if I have any questions, I’ll ask the cadets. They seem competent.”

When you left the room and the door shut with a simple click. Law and Rosinante shared surprised glances and finally looked to Doflamingo who glared heavily at the shut door. On the one hand he was silently and reluctantly impressed that you held your ground but on the other hand it pissed him off. Maybe he had underestimated you. Two weeks then. He’d give you two weeks and certainly not a day longer. There was no way someone like you could possibly last as his second-in-command.

[akirathedramaqueen]

You can't help a person who won't accept it

Let's talk 7-year-gap, shall we?

So I've heard an opinion that it's strange and even OOC that Wright was disbarred for seven whole years. That, despite having many friends in legal world and reputation, his attorney's license wasn't reinstated until Edgeworth asked him to go back to practicing law.

That it's lowkey alienating and cruel that Wright had seemingly never gotten any support. Especially from Edgeworth, who's his (according to canon; guys, we know what's up) best friend.

Or had he?

See, Phoenix Wright isn't the kind of person to ask for help.

When Edgeworth disappeared, or, in his own words, chose death, Wright didn't talk about it with anyone. Maya wondered—and many times—what happened to him, but Phoenix rudely shut down all attempts to start a conversation. He was angry, rightfully so, and was grieving, and yet, he shared this pain with no one. It's unclear if he believed that Edgeworth truly died, but, the fact remained that it traumatized him deeply. And he kept it inside for a whole year. Even as Edgeworth returned, Wright's reaction was . . . lacking.

When Maya was kidnapped, he didn't say anything until Edgeworth confronted him. Granted, Gumshoe knew, but . . . That's rather an exception. And probably made because it was about Maya and not Wright personally.

Later, during Bridge to the Turnabout case, we know he was troubled by Iris and her appearance, cue the Dahlia trauma. He didn't tell Maya. He didn't tell Edgeworth. Just shouldered it alone, until Edgeworth started digging into it himself, as it had gotten clear Wright had to open up to Edgeworth to progress with his investigation. And this is huge. We're talking about the betrayal of a person who he thought he'd loved . . . someone get this man into therapy.

So, is it as much of a surprise that he just gritted his teeth and self-isolated himself from everyone when he'd lost his badge?

And not only that—Kristoph was stalking him, and Wright knew he was playing a dangerous game. He spent all these years gathering evidence, waiting for his chance to take his nemesis down.

That day broke him, made him bitter, cynical, and even more closed-off. If before he could, with some nudging, open up to someone, now it was impossible. Remember how he treated Apollo throughout the whole game.

And, back to the sort-of-present . . . Do you seriously believe Edgeworth had never tried to reach to him?

Look.

They barely mention it in their conversation, and yet, for me, this line speaks volumes.

Look at the words Phoenix uses: "I'm sorry for all I put you through."

Yes, Edgeworth does take responsibility for this too.

But again. Phrasing. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to help you."

It doesn't read as Edgeworth apologizing for forgetting Phoenix existed and letting him suffer all those years.

It just isn't true. He talks casually, fleetingly about visiting one of Trucy's shows. He kept connection with them both. This dynamic even sounds familial to a certain degree.

Does he look like a man who abandoned Phoenix?

Haha, I'm going to pull it.

Let's turn our thinking around, as one wise woman taught us. We shouldn't ask ourselves, "Why didn't Edgeworth help Phoenix?" Instead, we need to ask, "Why couldn't Edgeworth help Phoenix?"

And, given all the other facts I've pointed out so far, it's quite obvious, no?

Phoenix wouldn't let him.

So, that's what Phoenix left unsaid with his 'sorry':

Sorry I caused such a huge mess.

Sorry I was difficult.

Sorry I couldn't be genuine with you.

Sorry I drove you mad with worry.

And all that Edgeworth meant with his 'sorry' was simple, "Sorry I didn't find a way to get to you and share your burden."

. . . Guess who jumps to action the moment Phoenix shows interest in getting back into the legal world.

He pulled some strings, influenced people who reevaluated Phoenix, made his life easier and never asked for 'thanks.'

He was there, ready for the moment when Phoenix would be finally done chasing his own demons.

So Phoenix was never abandoned. But he has a very well-pronounced martyr complex.

There. Said it.

[gunwoo-bh]

you like because, you love despite part seven [together] - myg

together

chef!yoongi x korean!f!doctor!reader | mdni 18+

summary »» Your friendship always made sense to you and those around you. It wasn’t difficult when both your parents grew up together as best friends too. Your moms always used to refer to your friendship as being written in the stars, whereas your dads believed it impossible for you two, being girl and boy, to be best friends. Your mothers constantly remind them how wrong they’ve been to believe that. Or were they?

cw »» so much going on, fluff, physical affection galore, so much fucking yearning, yoongi and reader are goners for each other, MAJOR warning for death and loss, grieving and such, cussing as usual, reader gets roasted a little at the beginning,

wc »» 10.3k

author’s note »» HI EVERYONE. I am sorry for the absence here, I have been overwhelmed with life and I took my sweet time writing this. I really wanted to cover a lot of ground and I don't think I'll ever be truly happy with what I write but this is a big one. I really hope you enjoy it!!!!

Celebrating a big event with your friend group always required a lot of planning.

And that hadn’t changed since the last time you gathered for a celebration. Running around the kitchen gathering plates and food, you’d swear you’d worked in a restaurant your entire life, not as a doctor. Yet here you were, helping Yoongi plate food while the sound of laughter echoed from the dining room.

When Namjoon came to Yoongi with the idea of throwing a congratulatory dinner for Seokjin and Soojin’s engagement, Yoongi hadn’t hesitated. With Namjoon’s help, they had chosen a date and time—tonight. Involving you in the planning had been easy, so here you were, apron tied around your waist, finishing up the last of the prep.

Jimin and Jungkook were running back and forth from the kitchen to the dining room, carrying out dishes. Compared to the last gathering, Seokjin had requested surf and turf, and Yoongi, ever the perfectionist, had curated a special menu for the night. He was proud of it, wanting everything to go off without a hitch—even if he acted like he couldn’t care less.

You wiped the edges of a plate with a cloth, making sure it looked exactly how Yoongi envisioned. Jimin slid beside you, eagerly waiting for the “okay” to take it from your hands.

“Go ahead.”

“This the last one?”

You glanced up. “Yep. Just mine and Yoongi’s left, but we’ll bring those in. You go sit down, okay?”

Jimin gave you a playful salute and darted out with the final plate. You turned back to Yoongi, who was still hunched over a large pot, keeping the stew simmering on low heat.

You approached him, grabbing his forearm as he glanced up, eyebrows raised.

“Let’s go eat. The stew will be fine.” You tugged gently, trying to pull him away.

He grabbed you by the waist before you could move. You froze, your face inches from his as he pulled you closer for a moment, his hands resting on your lower back. You met his gaze, a flicker of something unspoken in his eyes, before he tugged on the strings of your apron.

You laughed, “Don’t want you hiding that outfit.”

He grinned as he folded your apron, and you took the chance to untie his apron from his waist. He watched you with an amused smile, and you could feel his eyes on you even after you’d finished.

“Thank you…” he hummed softly.

You smiled, heart racing. “No, thank you, doll. You helped me a lot.”

“Hey!” You both jumped at the sudden voice behind you. Jimin stood there, a curious look on his face as he glanced between you and Yoongi, who still had his hand resting casually on your waist. “You two coming? We’re all waiting!”

Jimin’s gaze flicked between you and Yoongi, the closeness between you two obvious. He grinned, crossing his arms. “We’re hungry. Come on!!”

Yoongi flipped him off in response, but Jimin just burst into laughter. You grabbed Yoongi’s hand and pulled it between you two, looking up at him with a mix of amusement and disbelief. His grin was smug, and your cheeks turned bright pink.

Yoongi gave you a gentle nudge, squeezing your hip as he turned you toward the dining room.

“Wait! My plate,” you suddenly remembered, trying to reach around him.

He clicked his tongue and grabbed both plates, smirking at you. “God, you’re stubborn.”

You walked out in front of him, heading to your seat. When you both finally entered the dining room, everyone cheered. You rolled your eyes at their antics.

“Okay! Okay! Enough with that! You weren’t waiting for that long!” You teased, sitting down as Yoongi placed your plate in front of you.

He sat beside you, but before you could settle, he pulled your chair closer, making you startle. You looked at him from the corner of your eye, confused and a little breathless.

Things had definitely shifted between you and Yoongi. It was December 20th, almost a month since your botched date, and in that time, boundaries with your best friend had blurred in ways you hadn’t expected.

Like now. You hadn’t realized why he’d seated you both at the head of the table—Seokjin and Soojin were in the center of the seating arrangement—until he scooted your chair closer. His hand settled on your thigh, and you froze, squeezing your legs together instinctively at the intimate touch. You licked your lips nervously, grateful no one seemed to notice—or they were too focused on the happy couple.

You placed your hand over his, lacing your fingers together and squeezing in warning. You gave him a sidelong glance.

Namjoon’s voice cut through the tension, commanding everyone’s attention.

“Alright, everybody. I wanna start by thanking Yoongi for letting us use his restaurant again for this amazing moment in our friends’ lives. And for cooking up such a storm, as usual!” Everybody raises their glass up and then right back down. “But what I would like to really bring to attention is why we’re gathering. Soojin,” she looks up with a grin, “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.” Everybody laughs as she leans into Seokjin. “I’m gonna make this short and not drag this out because damn, this food smells amazing! But uh, Seokjin, Soojin? Congratulations on your engagement and upcoming wedding! We are all so happy for you and you two deserve every bit of happiness. Cheers!”

Everyone raises their glass and finally takes a sip this time, digging into the beautiful meal. Yoongi finally takes his hand off your thigh and you let go of his hand as you dig in. 

Listening to the engagement story from Soojin’s own lips makes everyone awe at Seokjin’s master planning of this proposal. She shares the photo of the night he had planned, passing the phone around and it truly makes you burst in pure joy hearing the pure happiness emanating from your friends. 

When you take the first bite of your steak, you turn to Yoongi with a soft look, “It’s not fair that you’re this good. Please teach me how to cook?” 

He chuckles, smirking, “No.” 

“Fuck you…” you mumble, earning yourself a glance from Taehyung who hears your interaction. 

“What did he do now?”

You pout, “He won’t teach me how to cook. I asked nicely.” 

Taehyung looks at Yoongi, “Yah. Why won’t you teach her?”

Namjoon leans over, joining in, “Better question. Why won’t you teach any of us? Some of us need real help!” 

This gets a round of laughter from everyone as you look over to him with a slight grin and he looks amused as he shrugs, “I can send you recipes.” 

Namjoon sighs, “See? This is what we’re dealing with.” 

You look at him and stick out your tongue, “You’re mean. I don’t love you anymore.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you but says nothing as he continues eating, listening to the flow of conversations happening all around him. You keep an eye on him between bites, reaching for his hand as he looks over to you with a soft look. You feel him squeeze your hand, your eyes focusing on your friend talking amongst themselves and laughing. 

You snap your eyes up when your name gets called, meeting Jimin’s eyes when he smiles, “How did your date go?” 

And in a matter of seconds you see every single pair of eyes looking at you, except the ones of the man sitting next to you. Everyone has a shocked look followed by an eagerness to hear about it as you glare at Jimin because he knows exactly how it went. He got a full report on it. The dipshit. 

“It was fine. More of a friend vibe so I never went back on a second date. I’m thinking of setting him up with someone…” you keep your eyes on Jimin.

Hoseok grins as he looks at you, “You went on a date and didn’t tell any of us!?”

Harin smiles, “Look at you getting back out there in the dating world! 

Minha leans forward, “I have someone I could introduce you to if you’re looking to go on a date!”

Right away you shake your head, “No, no, thank you. That’s fine. I am uh,” you inhale deeply, “I’m actually thinking of not going on dates for a bit to focus on myself…”

A silence falls at the table and you know why. You’re the dating girl. You rarely say no to a date because dating was fun, but this being the first time you are refusing to be set up confuses everyone it seems. And you get it. 

You’re not oblivious to the inner gossip in your group of friends, especially the light gossip about you. It’s no secret that all of your friends have hoped and wished for Yoongi and you to end up together. It has been a ‘not so secret’ secret amongst your group. And you always joked with Jimin – your favourite gossip – that the day you stopped dating was the day you most likely were either going to end up single for the rest of your life or the day you would consider Yoongi. 

And here you are now.

Jimin shoots Yoongi a quick look then back at you as you shake your head as subtly as possible. 

“I say ‘yay!’ for self-care, girl!” Soojin cheers you on, smiling brightly.

Taehyung looks at you, “But seriously,” everybody glances at him, “tells us about the guy?”

“What?”

“Your date. The one that was friend vibes only…”

You shake your head and Yoongi steps in, “Guys, come on…”

You feel his fingers tighten around yours when you quickly look up at him, Namjoon shrugging when he looks over to you, “Won’t lie, I’m a bit curious too…”

Yoongi scoffs and Hoseok looks at him, “When you end up on a date with someone one day, we’ll be all over you too but right now…” he grins at you too.

You laugh nervously, “Jesus, guys, have you all become so boring…”

Hoseok chuckles, “Come ooooon…no one here ever goes on a date, you gotta keep us, like, entertained or something…” he’s teasing, grinning wide.

“Well, I’m going on one.”

The room falls silent and your heart drops, snapping your head to Yoongi who’s captured everybody’s attention. 

“On a date. I…asked a girl out.” 

You let go of his hand and look at him as your friends start badgering him for answers. Especially the boys who are all curious and getting out of their seats in excitement. You meet Harin and Jimin’s eyes, the only two of your friends who know anything about your feelings or where your mind was at in regards to your best friend. 

A part of you is aware this could very well just be a ruse for them to leave you alone because Yoongi is like that but the suddenness of it startles you enough to feel like you need space. To breathe and to process. Not too freakout over what he means by that. If you were hoping to keep your attraction subtle to him, the secret was probably out of the bag now. 

The group disperses as most of the guys swarm Yoongi, and you’re playfully ousted from your spot. You chuckle as casually as you can manage, then make a beeline for the door. Once you’re out of sight, you break into a sprint — through the kitchen, out into the back alley, where the December chill rips a shudder from you.

Your heart hammers against your ribs, like it’s trying to claw its way out. You rub at your sternum, trying to soothe the sudden onset of anxiety. God, how you wish you’d dragged Yoongi out here with you — just to ask if he was kidding.

Of course he was. He wouldn’t have let the last few weeks happen if he planned on dating someone else. Is he even planning or thinking of me that way? You sigh, confusion washing over you as you exhale loudly.

“Fuck, calm down. It means nothing until you get an answer out of him…”

You concentrate on your breathing, releasing the anxiety that consumed you so fast.

“You’re right, y’know?” You yelp, jumping what feels like five feet in the air when you turn to see Jimin there. “You’ll relax once you talk to him.”

“Shit, you scared me.” You can’t help but laugh. 

“I’m sorry.” He looks guilty. “I was hoping for a different result and I didn’t think he would…do that.”

“Maybe…maybe he does have a date…” 

Jimin snorts, “Let’s be honest here,” he walks towards you, “he does not. Unless you have something to tell me…”

You shake your head, “You or Harin would be the first to know…if that were the case…”

Jimin grins, “I’m glad to hear…”

Sighing loudly, you meet his eyes, “What if he does have a date?”

“He doesn’t. He would have told you way before and never in front of all of us like that.” Jimin is right, you think. Yoongi would never do that. “And I think he’s holding out hope.”

You frown, Jimin adding, “For you.”

“No…”

He nods, “Babe,” you feel him grab your hands, “I love you and you’ve become one of my closest friend, so I am telling you this because you need to hear it and believe it…” he takes the longest pause known to man as you inhale sharply, anxiously anticipating what he says next, “Yoongi has been hopelessly in love with you for as long, at least, as I’ve known you two…”

Hearing it out loud from someone’s lips feels unreal. You don’t even realize you whimper until Jimin gathers you in his arms to hug you and you don’t realize how badly you needed that. 

“Really?” 

He hums, “We’ve all known but to be fair, he’s scary when it comes to you so…”

“I still…have a hard time believing it…” You confess.

He chuckles, “I expect you not to until he, hopefully, decides to just tell you…” he pulls back, “which one of you should because you two have been avoiding this for so long…”

You can’t help but laugh, “I really hope you’re right because…” he listens intently, “I’m pretty sure I’m in love with him now…”

“Oh, babe, c’mere…” he hugs you again, squeezing you so tight against him. “Look, I’ve known him for a while and he won’t believe you could actually like him until you make a gigantic sign to say so…or until you grab that face and kiss it…”

You snort, “Oh my god, I don’t know that I could do that…”

Jimin smirks, “Babe, I have seen you make first moves and you are damn good at them…”

The compliment makes you blush, “I am not about comparing but you two have been the longest ‘been a long time coming’ I have ever seen and you would absolutely be mind blowing together…Your chemistry is through the roof already when you’re just friends…” 

You’re giggling as you blush harder, “God, am I as red as a tomato now?”

“Oh, definitely…A bull would definitely run at you with how red you are!”

You smack him, “Yah! Stop making me blush…”

He laughs, shaking his head when he pulls away just to hold your hands but you both startle when the back door opens again, Yoongi stepping out as he looks at the two of you. He immediately looks down to your joined hands before looking at Jimin.

“Can we get a second?” 

Jimin looks back at you, a soft smile, “Yeah, sure.” He squeezes your hands one final time before letting go as he walks past Yoongi to go back inside. 

You suddenly hope Yoongi hasn’t heard a thing about your conversation with Jimin. 

“Hey…”

“I don't actually have one.” At your confused look he adds. “A date.”

Oh god. Could Jimin be telling the truth? Could Yoongi have feelings for you?

“Oh.”

He sighs, “I thought I was gonna get them to leave you be but I made it so much worse…” he rubs the back of his neck. 

You shrug, “I didn't want them to get excited over a guy I won't be seeing again other than as a friend…” 

“So, you are gonna see him again?”

His voice wavering catches you off guard, “Yeah. As a friend. I am setting him up with someone I know.”

“Oh. You're the one setting him up?” He steps to you. 

“Yeah. Figured I would try this matchmaking thing considering it doesn't seem to work well with me…” you cross your arms over your chest, shivering. 

Yoongi walks over, slipping his coat off and over your shoulder so fast you don't even have time to protest. The closeness immediately gives you anxiety because you don't know how much longer you'll be able to resist acting on your feelings. 

“Thanks…”

“Any time…” you jump at the warmth of his hand suddenly cupping your cheek, eyes snapping up to him. “I’m not going on a date.” he reaffirms, his voice steady and certain. 

“Okay,” you try to look everywhere but his face, “it doesn’t matter…” 

Yoongi huffs the softest laugh, amused by your blatant lie, “Sure, okay…”

Yoongi’s hand pulls your face up and you gulp, “What?” 

“Doll,” he begs, “look at me, please…”

You do as he tells you, meeting his eyes and this is the first time you’ve been so close where you actually believe he might just kiss you. He leans in softly but stops when your foreheads are just shy of touching. 

“I. Am. Not. Going. On. A. Date.” 

He licks his lips when he watches your reaction to his words but you bet he feels it because you relax immediately, releasing a breath held in so deep your entire posture changes. You believe him. And more than that, you believe Jimin. 

Yoongi probably does have feelings for you, because no way would he lead you on simply out of boredom. He would never do that. He loves you too much. 

“I believe you…”

“Thank god…” he sighs in relief, “I was worried what hoops I was gonna make myself jump through to make you believe me…”

You snort the tiniest laugh, “Not that many, luckily…” 

“I’d jump through a thousand of them…”

“You can’t keep saying shit like that…” Oh shit! Did you actually just say that?

“Why not?” 

You sigh when you look at him, “Yoongi…”

He cups your other cheek and pulls you as close as he can, “Doll…”

“It’s confusing…” you confess, making him nod, “so fucking confusing…”

“I’m sorry…”

“I know…” you sigh, “can we clear this up,” you gesture between you two, “after the holidays?”

You rarely feel like he would protest but he’s about to before thinking better of it, “Yeah…I promise.” 

“Until then…” you pull away, “I need to figure myself out so, I’m gonna sleep at my place tonight…”

“Are we gonna be okay?”

You smile right away, nodding with absolute certainty, “We will be. Always. But I can’t pretend that things haven’t changed…not anymore.” 

Yoongi still holds onto your face, keeping you close as his breath hits your face, “Doll…”

“We’re fiiiiiiiine…” you grab his hands, gently pulling them off your face gently and he clings to your hands then. It hurts you to feel him clinging to you like that, feeling his fear of you pulling away. “But we gotta head back in…”

He keeps holding onto your hands, eyes filled with concern, “Don’t…”

“I won’t…I promise…”

You let go of him and for the first time, you think, in your life you walk away from him and head back inside. 

And it fucking sucks doing it.

January 3rd

You don’t ever regret choosing being a doctor as a career, because being able to help people is exactly what you were meant to do. But you are human and have feelings. So, understandably, having your holidays cut short three days in had been upsetting nonetheless and since then you hadn’t had a day to yourself until your senior had noticed the amount of days in a row you had worked. You were finally headed home for some well deserved rest, given more than two days to finally get the rest you had so badly needed after a particularly busy, and not so great, holiday season.

Christmas back home was well needed and had gone on really well, both your family and the Min’s holding a wonderful holiday dinner together. And even with the mild awkwardness – left back in Seoul – between Yoongi and you, things had felt normal for those few days until you got the call. 

You had disappointed people when you told them you got called in and saying goodbye to everyone had sucked. Saying goodbye to Yoongi had sucked even more. 

You remember the way he drove you to the train station and checked that you could still talk when he came back to the city. And you had promised. You’d just had no time whatsoever. 

You weren’t pulling away – not entirely at least. You were terrified of the change that could, or would, follow once you two figured things out. But aside from a few texts daily, these last six days had been the longest you had gone without seeing him since his mandatory military service.

You missed him. More than words could ever describe.

Driving yourself home is something questionable considering the hours you worked recently, but you figure the fifteen minute drive will be just fine. You love driving this late at night in the city because the city is still awake but far quieter, enough to enjoy the beauty of it through the quick drive home. 

When turning on your street you’re filled with warmth at the mere closeness to your bed, knowing you get to rest your weary body soon enough. 

Dragging your body out of your car and up to your apartment, the trek feels unreachable but your dramatics aside, you’re glad to come out of the elevator and see your door at the end of the hallway. When you get in, you kick your shoes off as you march inside and directly to bed.

“Oh shit!”

You scream so loudly, startling yourself so bad you slip and fall on your ass, grunting as you look up to Yoongi standing in the kitchen. Your kitchen. 

“Jesus christ, Yoongi!”

But he doesn’t move. He stays still, leaning against your kitchen island and his stoic posture, plus his lack of reaction to your falling directly on your ass is enough to let you know something is off. You’re still on the ground, slowly dragging yourself up and once you’re on your feet, you carefully approach him and you notice then the streaks of tears falling down his cheeks, making your heart hurt.

You hurry to his side, turning his entire body towards you, grabbing his hands and you feel the guilt crawl up your tired body. Did you cause this? Did you make him feel this way? 

“I’m so sorry, I know I should have reached out and I really have no other reason than the fact that I’m scared, okay? I’m scared of what this means for us and you’re the most important person in my life and I hope to god you know that, and that losing you is not an option for me and oh my god, Yoongi,” the cry of his name makes him look at you, “please tell me what’s wrong…”

“My mom called…”

Your breath catches in your throat as you wait for him to continue, “What did she want?”

He finally looks at you and you hate that the only thing that crosses your mind in that instant is how much being close to him makes you feel like being home, “My grandma passed in her sleep…” 

It all washes over you so fast. The disbelief, the anger, the grief and the sadness, but you’re still in doctor mode and you’re also in caring mode over Yoongi. But you do feel the tears streaming down your face as you wipe them with your shoulder. You sniffle as you let his hands go and you grab his neck, pulling him in and you’re glad he wraps his arms around you. 

Yoongi lifts you, making you gasp softly as you let him hold you for as long as he wants. You let your legs dangle, taking all of him in. But he pulls back faster than you anticipate, looking at you as you tenderly cup his cheek, “Oh, I’m so sorry, babe…”

His eyes widened just barely, “Is that normal for pancreatic cancer? To just be asleep and die? She looked smaller but she looked okay still, right? I mean, you saw her at Christmas…”

He sets you down, your hands settling on his shoulders, “It depends. There could be other factors…I mean, I don’t have…” you sigh, “I don’t have an answer for you and I hate not being able to give you one…”

It’s his turn to grab for you, hands gathering your face, “I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. I know…” 

“What do you need? Let me help. Tell me what I can do…”

He sighs, “Can you drive me to the train station in the morning?”

You frown, “Train station? What the fuck do you mean?” 

“I gotta go back home…” 

“No, that’s obvious, but you’re not going alone. I’m coming with you.” He sighs.

“What about work?” He sounds annoyed.

You push his chest, “They ruined my fucking holiday, I’m not not gonna be there for you and your family, especially for this. So, no. I’m not driving you to the train station in the morning. But I will drive us back home.” 

He stares at you, scoffing, “Fucking stubborn, you are…”

“I thought you loved that about me…” His breath catches in his throat and you keep staring at him. “Look, it’s almost one in the morning. We need rest, okay? I am…gonna figure work in the morning before we leave. Do we have to stop at your place before?”

Yoongi looks over your shoulder and you follow his gaze to a duffel bag, “I brought my stuff already…”

“Good. Smart. Let’s get some sleep, okay? We’ll be gone by seven and be there a little after ten if we drive straight through, yeah?” You make to move past him but he grabs your arm, looking down at you. 

“Thank you…”

You nod, “Get ready for bed…”

You hurry past him to your bedroom, snatching your sleeping clothes and closing the door to the bathroom, leaning against it as you collapse to the ground in tears. You slap your hand over your mouth, muffling your cries as you sob. His grandmother might not be family by blood but she is family, and until now you had never lost someone so close to you or the people you love. You’ve never grieved this kind of loss before and it's come crashing down faster than a bullet train.

Minutes pass, calming down as you drag your body up and you get changed. You feel exhausted from all the crying and your body feels like it weighs a ton right now. Once you’re done patting your face dry, you swing the door open and don’t know why you’re shocked to find your bedroom empty.

Padding your way to the living room you find Yoongi lying down on your couch, on his back and arm tucked behind his head. You walk next to it, poking his shoulder as he snaps his eyes open and stares up at you. You lean down to grab his hand and it triggers something in him that takes your breath away. 

He moves so fast, swinging his legs over the edge and comes to stand at full height, wrapping his arm around your waist and picking you up like you weighed nothing, his free hand patting the back of your thigh and wrapping it around his waist as he carries you to bed, your face buried in his neck. No point in hiding it anymore. 

He deposits you gently on the bed, following after you as you watch the way he grabs for you and pulls your back against his chest, effectively pulling you into his arms. Grabbing your hand in his, he laces his fingers with yours as you both relax in the darkness of your bedroom. 

You both feel the weight of the last few weeks weighing down on you, carrying you both to sleep.

It’s five when you wake up. An hour before your alarm. 

You gently crawl out of the grip Yoongi has you in and make your way out to the living room with your phone, calling your supervisor at the hospital to explain your absence over the next couple of days. It’s a small battle, but you gather your courage to say it’s non-negotiable, calling them out on calling you in over the holidays. You fear reprimand but once you hang up the call, you’re given five days off. 

Sneaking back into the bedroom and you start to pack a bag, quietly shuffling around and being careful not to wake Yoongi up. It still feels completely unreal to think you’re headed home again but for a funeral, just mere days after what is usually the happiest time of the year. 

You finish packing your bag right as the alarm is about to go on, sneaking over to his phone and shutting it off. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you watch over him sleeping and you smile softly. You reach over, placing your hand steadily against his chest as you rub it back and forth. He startles awake but calms down the moment his eyes settle on you, grabbing your hand on his chest. 

“Hey…”

“Morning…” he sighs, rubbing his face with his free one.

You watch as everything comes crashing down on him again, his eyes growing sad as he breathes out loudly and you call his name, “I called work and I was given five days. I can take a train back if you want to stay longer obviously…” 

“I need to get someone to cover at the restaurant…” 

You shake your head, “How about you go get ready and I’m gonna figure that out for you?”

“It's my restaurant…”

“I am very aware, but you shouldn’t have to think about that, okay?” He sits up, looking at you. 

Yoongi has never looked so haggard before, the bags under his eyes making him look sunken in. It hurts to watch what grief does to a person. 

“I can call–” “Baby, please…”

Yoongi reacts viscerally to you calling him that – again – and he sits up as he stares at you. You feel it in the way he squeezes your hand that he is holding back from doing what you think he would do if he had the chance. Kiss you. 

“Let me call. Take a moment to wake up and we’ll snack quickly before getting on the road…” You cup his cheek, smiling softly. “Take your time. I’ll be a minute…”

You get up off the bed and wander out of your apartment, calling Jungkook first and letting him in on what was happening, begging for his help which you find out, you really don’t have to beg for too hard. He promises he will keep the place running.

“Do me a favour though, Kook,” he hums, “if there are, like, any questions or issues, call me first? I’m just…just trying to keep his mind away from thinking about all the things that could go wrong over there…” 

“I promise. You’ll be my first call…” 

You hang up with Jungkook to call your mother, letting her know you’ll be on the road with Yoongi soon. You coordinate with her what’s going to happen when you arrive, knowing the funeral viewing would be taking place already.

“So, we’ll go to his and get ready there, I’ll bring my stuff back home after the viewing. Can we make sure, and I am begging, that he doesn’t touch a single pan or stove? This man is going to want to cook to feed people but I will personally poison people with my cooking if I see him touching any kitchen items…”

Your mother laughs sadly, “He’s in good hands it seems…”

Your heart flutters because you believe that to be true, “Yes, he is.”

“Okay, you drive safe now.” 

When you enter the apartment you see him standing in the living room in the same clothes from the night before. His hair is messy from the restless night of sleep and it makes you wonder if he’s slept at all or much. 

“Hey, you good to go?”

He nods, “Yeah, I grabbed us some food we can eat maybe when we hit the road?”

You go around shutting off all your lights, the gas appliances and taking one final look at your apartment before following him out the door, locking it behind you. He carries your bags in his hands as you go to his car, realizing just now he had parked on your street which you should have noticed last night. 

You take the keys from him, insisting you’re driving and he gives in without a protest. 

Thank god.

Halfway through your journey home you feel Yoongi’s hand reach for yours, startling you until his fingers settle between yours as he lets it rest between you. This feels comfortable and it actually makes you think of something else. Home. Yoongi is home and has always been. And even in the sadness and grief of the situation, you’re constantly reassured by the fact that he is your home.

“Have I said how much I love you?” You randomly say. 

He squeezes your hand and you know your words hold more meaning than ever now, because the way he’s looking at you makes it easy to finally believe without the shadow of a doubt what Jimin had so confidently revealed to you. 

“I’m always gonna be here for you, y’know that, right?” You squeeze his hand a little bit tighter.

“I know.” He nods, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand. 

He stays quiet just for a moment, glancing from you to the road and back again. You feel his hand getting sweaty, his nerves definitely getting to him as you glance towards him a few times. You focus on driving as you let him take your words in, merging into a different lane as you exhale loudly. This whole being honest with yourself about your feelings for him is honestly the most uneasy you have felt, but it’s also felt so much lighter on your shoulder. What a weird fucked up way to feel. 

“I have a favour to ask you…” 

You glance over to him, “Anything.”

He can’t help but grin at your eagerness to help him at that moment, “My grandma hated my hair.”

You snort, “You mean, your dyed hair.”

“Yeah, well, I feel like the least I could do for her is get your help to…” 

You start smiling, “...toooooo dye it black?”

He nods, “Yes. Black.”

You hum, trying to hide your satisfaction at hearing that, “Yeah, I can do that. Before the viewing?”

“Mhm. Ideally.”

“Okay.”

Silence.

“You’re really happy to be the one dyeing it black, huh?”

“I am so fucking happy to be the one dyeing it black!” You giggle. 

He sighs, trying to stop his grin from growing wider before clearing his throat, “Then, the honor is yours…We just need to stop at a store before going to mine.”

“Min Yoongi,” he looks at you, “I am so fucking happy you trust me with your hair…” 

He softly looks to you, “I would trust you with more than just my hair…” he feels your reaction and you know it too, because his hand tugs your linked one closer to his body, “I'm sorry, I know I'm not supposed to say shit like this…” 

“You can say whatever you'd like, you hear me?” 

“Okay then,” he turns his body towards you the best he can, “I trust you with my life…”

You're silent as you process his words, humming softly, “Maybe say shit like this when I am not behind the wheel, driving one handed…”

He laughs softly and you're glad you get that out of him, chuckling to yourself. Hearing him chuckle always makes you happy, makes you feel relieved. 

Driving the rest of the way with his playlist playing in the background as a distraction makes the drive go faster than you had imagined, pulling into town and stopping by the store to grab all the supplies needed for your hair dyeing mission. Yoongi follows you around the store, keeping close behind you and making it so much harder to focus, his hands always at your waist and moving to look over your shoulder. 

When you turn around and he is right there, you push his abdomen softly and he barely budges, grabbing the basket from your hands before walking to the counter to pay. Yoongi barely ever lets you pay for anything even though you have a full time job and even though this is ultimately for him, you really wanted to buy it for him. You just want to do things for him. 

Fuck. Being in love sucks sometimes. (It doesn’t.)

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Like, on a scale of one to ten?”

“Fifteen.”

Smack.

“Ouch!”

“Don’t be a smartass, Yoongi…”

“Doll,” he grabs your gloved hand, looking over his shoulder, “I want to do this.”

You sigh nervously. “I don’t want to mess this up.”

“You’ve done worse. Remember the first time you helped me bleach my hair?”

You groan. “Don’t remind me. What a fucking disaster that was…”

He laughs, tapping your wrist. “It’ll be fine.”

You let out another sigh. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

You grab the dye bottle, your hands shaky as you start to apply the product to his honey-blonde hair—saying goodbye to every strand as it darkens. The silence between you stretches, broken only by the sound of time ticking away, closer to the beginning of the funeral service. You shuffle around him, glancing down at his legs, nudging them apart with your knee. His sharp breath catches, but you try your best to ignore it, inching close enough to gather his front bangs to ensure an even spread of the dye.

A shiver runs up your back when you feel his hands grip the back of your thighs. You continue emptying the bottle, your focus split between the task and the heat of his touch. The back of his head already darkens, the dye working faster than you'd anticipated. When the bottle sputters air instead of color, you squeeze it one last time, trying to extract whatever’s left. You use your fingers to rub the product in, slicking his hair back to prevent it from dripping messily down his face.

“There,” you say softly, glancing down as he looks up at you. “The box says we’ve got to wait twenty minutes…”

“Okay…” His gaze lingers on you.

You pause, taking a moment to really take him in. Then, exhaling, you mutter, “So unfair…”

“What is?”

“You have such nice skin…” Before you can reach out, you realize you're still wearing the dye-covered gloves. You carefully pull them off and drop them in the empty box on the counter, then gently brush the back of your fingers along his jawline. His eyes flutter shut at the touch.

“You do too…” he mumbles, “I bet,” he pauses, carefully weighing his next words, “I bet your skin is soft, too…”

You laugh, pulling away softly, “It is…” He exhales loudly as you start cleaning up, throwing away any sign of any kind of hair dyeing happening. “We’re gonna have to rush outta here…”

“Yeah, we’re cutting it close…”

“So, while you wash the colour out I’ll get dressed then when you’re done, we can just hustle to the hospital…” you lean against the counter, looking at him sitting there.

“Will you help me with my tie?” 

You snort, “Of course, I will…” you grunt, “I am gonna go put my face on a little, I’ll save myself the trouble later…”

“Okay…”

Disappearing in his childhood bedroom you grab your makeup bag and rush to apply a thin layer to look presentable and not as tired as you are. It’s really useless which you realize that as you’re applying your waterproof mascara because you’ll be crying most of it off within a few hours. 

Yoongi pokes his head in, eyes tired but kind, dark hair damp and falling into his face. There’s a small, almost sheepish curve to his lips. “I might need your help to wash my hair…” he says quietly, voice soft — like asking is a small comfort in a morning that feels unbearably heavy.

You smile, gentle this time, because you know what today is for him. “I’ll be right there…” you say, setting aside everything else, because nothing matters more than being there for him right now.

You’re glad you haven’t gotten dressed yet. The bathroom fills with steam as you carefully work your fingers through his hair, massaging shampoo in slow, soothing circles. His eyes fall shut as he leans slightly into your touch — a moment of peace in the chaos of grief. Water splashes, drenching both of you before you even notice, but neither of you really cares. There’s comfort in the distraction, in the simple act of being close, of sharing this quiet task.

By the time Yoongi has a towel draped over his now dye-free, ink-black hair, you’re both soaked, your clothes clinging to your skin. But you’re breathless with soft laughter, a fleeting lightness breaking through the weight of the day. He stands there for a second, looking at you — clothes dripping wet, cheeks flushed — and his expression shifts. His eyes soften, glistening not just from the water. There’s gratitude in them. And love.

He clears his throat, glancing away, grounding himself again. “We should—get ready,” he murmurs.

You nod, and together you move through the motions of dressing, quieter now, helping each other smooth out the wrinkles, button the collars, tie the black tie just right. His gaze meets yours in the mirror, and for a beat, neither of you speaks. The air is filled with unspoken promises: I’m here. I’ve got you.

Yoongi can’t help but smooth out your dress at your hip as you stand in the kitchen, gathering your things in your purse before leaving for the hospital. You look over your shoulder to him, “Let’s go?”

He nods, humming quietly. 

Returning later feels weird because you aren’t with Yoongi, having left separately and with your parents. He returns home with his for a moment alone with them and you ache to be there with him, knowing you have to go later to grab your things which you’ve left there. It hurts. This entire afternoon hurt. Seeing the very people you’ve considered family be greeted by what feels like your entire neighbourhood and given condolences was hard, but you ensured everything went off without a hitch. That the Min’s didn’t have to worry about a thing as they focused on saying goodbye.

“Honey, are you hungry?”

Shit, yeah, you probably should eat. 

“Uh, I’m okay…” 

Your mother tilts her head, staring at you, “You have to eat. You have been in hostess mode, answering medical questions for people who don’t even need to know and trying to process your own grief too…” 

“It’s fine. I’m just glad it went as well as a funeral could have for them. There’s still two more days of this too, so…”

Your dad walks in from the bedroom, “Eat, honey.” 

You huff a dry laugh, “I want to go see him.” 

Your parents aren’t completely surprised but your needy tone is what surprises them. You often want to just be with him, that’s just who you two are. Attached at the hip, but this time your chest hurts being away from him in a moment where he’s clearly stated wanting you around. 

“Let’s eat first then we can go check on them.” 

You agree, reluctantly, because you know he’s just next door, meaning you can go see him any time. But the waiting until then is driving you up the wall. 

Your mid-bite when the soft buzz of your phone on the table is almost too loud in the stillness, but it’s the sound you’ve been waiting for. Your heart lurches as you grab for it.

Yoongi 🧡🍊[8:18 PM]: Come over please? Window is unlocked.

You shoot up from your seat so fast the chair nearly topples over, your parents startled by the sudden movement. Their voices blur together as they call after you, concern laced in their tone, but you’re already slipping on your shoes. “I’m sorry — thank you — I’ll be back late!” you rush out in one breath, grabbing your phone with trembling fingers. Your heart races, thundering in your chest as you bolt out the door, the cool night air biting at your skin as you sprint down familiar streets.

By the time you reach his house, your lungs burn, but it’s nothing compared to the fire of anticipation and nerves twisting in your stomach. You don’t slow down — you can’t — as you round the side of the house, your steps quick and light, your fingers tightening around your phone like it’s the only thing grounding you.

You stop at his window, heart hammering so loudly you’re sure he can hear it. The sight of it — the soft glow spilling from inside, the faint shadow of him moving — only makes your chest tighten further. With a shaky breath, you raise your hand and tap on the glass, the sound small but urgent. The seconds feel endless until he appears, sliding the window open with those familiar, graceful hands.

His dark eyes widen slightly in surprise, and in the dim light, that ink black hair of his makes him look different — striking, almost unreal. The sight of him steals your breath, but it’s relief that wins out, flooding through you so powerfully your knees nearly buckle.

Without thinking, you cross the space between you in a heartbeat, launching yourself forward. Your arms around his shoulders, clutching him like you’ll fall apart if you let go. You feel the low rumble of his soft gasp against your ear as he instinctively catches you, his hands firm and warm as they slide down to the back of your thighs. He lifts you effortlessly, and your legs wrap around his waist, fitting together like this is exactly where you’re meant to be.

For a moment, neither of you speaks — both caught in the swell of everything unspoken, everything you’ve been aching to say. All you can do is hold him tighter, your face pressed against his neck, as his arms anchor you to him like he’s just as unwilling to let go.

The room smells faintly of him — clean laundry, a hint of cologne, something warm and familiar that makes your heart ache. His window clicks shut behind you, sealing you both in a pocket of quiet where it feels like the rest of the world can’t reach. His hands don’t leave you; one stays at your thigh, the other drifts up, fingers splaying across your back, holding you so close you can feel his heartbeat against yours.

“You’re here,” he breathes, almost disbelieving, his voice low, like he’s afraid to break the moment. His forehead presses gently to yours, his breath fanning across your skin, calming and electrifying all at once.

“I had to see you,” you whisper, your voice shaky with all the emotion you’ve been holding in. Your fingers thread into the hair at the nape of his neck — that new, striking black that makes him look softer somehow, like it reflects how vulnerable he’s been feeling.

For a beat, he just gazes at you, eyes tracing every inch of your face like he’s trying to memorize it, as if you might slip away if he looks away even for a second. Then his lips brush your temple, feather-light, and he exhales, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little as he finally lets himself hold you.

“God, I missed you,” he murmurs, voice thick, like the words cost him to say out loud. His thumb rubs slow circles against your back, grounding you both.

You loosen your legs from around him and let him lower you gently to the floor, though neither of you really lets go. His hands settle at your waist; yours linger on his shoulders. The room is dim, just the soft glow of his lamp casting long shadows, wrapping you both in warmth.

“I was there all day with you.” 

He huffs the gentlest laugh, “Not where I wanted you to be.” he sighs, “I can’t believe we have two more days of this…and tomorrow is really an all day affair…”

You lift your hand to frame his face, “I wish I could be next to you for that…”

“Please, be?” 

“How do we explain that?”

“We don’t have to. My grandmother adored you. That’s reason enough…”

He watches you pull away as you exhale loudly, making you feel like it should have been the easiest of decisions but you know what people will think. You don’t want the focus to shift from what’s really important but Yoongi is pleading with you. How can you say no?

“Okay. Can you please make sure your parents are okay with that?”

“Why wouldn’t they be?” You tilt your head sideways. “Okay, I promise. I’ll ask, but I seriously don’t think it’ll be a problem.”

You take your time to wander around his room, smiling at the wall of photos of you two. It makes you smile, “You never took those down?”

“No,” he sits on his bed, “why would I?” 

You shrug as you look at your luggage, still open and unpacked. You meet his eyes and you both know what should come next. But neither of you want that. 

He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, head bowed, fingers laced together like he’s trying to hold himself together. And when you softly say, “I should probably let you rest…” his head snaps up, eyes wide and glassy in the low light.

“No. Please…” His voice cracks, raw from the weight of unspoken grief. He stands and crosses to you in a few steps, his hand reaching for yours, holding on like you’re the only thing keeping him from falling apart. “Don’t go. I don’t—” he swallows hard, gaze dropping as if he’s ashamed to ask. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

Your heart aches at the quiet desperation in his voice. Without another word, you nod and let him pull you gently into the room. His fingers stay wrapped around yours as if afraid you’ll change your mind. He exhales, relieved, and guides you toward the bed.

You settle under the worn blankets together, the ones that still smell faintly of this home, of old memories. Yoongi tucks his face into the crook of your neck, his breath warm and shaky against your skin. His arm wraps around your waist, holding you close, grounding himself.

“Thank you,” he whispers, voice barely audible. “Just… stay.”

And you do as your fingers comb through his hair, your touch slow and soothing. You lie there in the quiet, his grief softening in the safety of your presence, his heartbeat steadying against yours.

There is no hurry the next morning when you both get out of bed, followed by Yoongi who clicks his tongue when he realizes you’re still wearing your dress. You can tell he feels awful for the way you didn’t even get the chance to get into proper sleeping attire but you reassure him.

“I’m more concerned about explaining to my mom and dad where I slept. And your parents too. I’m shocked I even made it through the window with my dress…” 

He chuckles, stepping to you, “I didn’t think it was appropriate but you look good in that…”

You look down and smile, “Thank you. I’m changing to a new one for today.” 

You’re both still standing near the bed, feet barely apart, voices low like you’re afraid to break the fragile quiet of the morning. His eyes are tired but warmer than they’ve been in days, fixed on yours like he’s grateful you stayed, like he doesn’t want you to go.

“Don’t know how weird it is to say but I can’t wait to see you in it…”

You shift your weight, heart pounding — because it feels like something should be said, like something should happen, but neither of you dares cross that invisible line. Not yet.

Then the floor creaks just outside the door. Before either of you can react, the door opens slowly, and his mother steps in, her expression gentle, but her brows lifting ever so slightly in surprise at the sight of you both — standing there, close enough that your fingers could easily find his if you dared to reach.

“Oh.” She pauses, eyes flicking between you and Yoongi. Her lips twitch, like she’s holding back a knowing smile. “I didn’t realize you had company.”

You feel your cheeks go warm. Yoongi rubs the back of his neck, glancing down for a second before meeting his mom’s gaze. “Sorry, um…I didn’t want to be alone.”

His mother’s features soften completely, any trace of surprise melting into tenderness. “You don’t have to explain, Yoongi,” she says, voice quiet and kind. “I’m glad she was here.”

You look down, embarrassed, but when you glance at her again, you see that same look — the one that says she’s been hoping for this, for you, for him.

“I was about to start breakfast,” she adds, turning toward the door but casting one last glance at you both. “Come join me when you’re ready.”

And with that, she’s gone, leaving behind a lingering warmth — and the sound of Yoongi’s soft exhale, like he’s been holding his breath this whole time.

“She’s gonna think—” you start, voice barely above a whisper.

Yoongi looks at you, eyes crinkling just a little at the corners, that familiar, shy smile playing on his lips. “Maybe… let her think it.”

And before either of you can say anything more, the air between you feels charged again — full of what’s been building quietly for so long.

It’s not very long before you exit his ensuite wearing a different dress, your hair up in a neat bun as you watch him slip in behind you to get changed quickly. He’s gone for a while before you knock on the door, Yoongi allowing you in.

Yoongi stands in front of the small mirror, his fingers fumbling with the dark tie that hangs crookedly against his chest. His brows are furrowed in frustration, his shoulders tight beneath the black suit jacket that seems too heavy for him today.

You watch him for a moment from the doorway, heart aching for how tired he looks, how much weight he’s been carrying — and then you step forward before you can think too much about it.

“Here,” you murmur, reaching out. “Let me.”

He hesitates, glancing at you in the mirror, and for a second it feels like the room holds its breath. Then he lets his hands fall to his sides, swallowing hard, and nods once.

You’re so close now — closer than you’ve dared to be before — and you feel the warmth of him, the subtle hitch of his breath as your fingers brush the hollow of his throat. The fabric of the tie is smooth beneath your hands, but it’s nothing compared to the awareness of him standing so still, watching you with those deep, unreadable eyes.

Your fingers work carefully, looping and folding the tie into place. “You should’ve told me you were struggling,” you whisper, not trusting your voice to carry any louder.

His lips quirk, just slightly. “Didn’t want to bother you.”

You glance up at him through your lashes, your heart thudding hard. “You’re never a bother.”

And it’s the truth. Every second with him feels like something you shouldn’t want this much, but do anyway.

He watches you as you tighten the knot gently at his collar, your knuckles grazing his skin. His breath fans your cheek, and for a moment you swear he leans in, just barely — like he’s fighting the same pull you are.

You smooth the tie down against his chest, your palm lingering for a beat too long over his heart, feeling its steady, nervous rhythm beneath your hand.

“There,” you say softly, stepping back, though it takes effort. “Perfect.”

But the way he looks at you — gaze dark and tender all at once — makes you wonder if you’re talking about the tie at all.

Neither of you moves. Neither of you speaks. The air between you hums with all the things you aren’t saying, all the things you want to say.

And when his fingers twitch like he might reach for you, when his lips part like he might speak — the sound of his mother’s voice calling softly is what finally breaks the moment.

Yoongi clears his throat, nodding. “Thank you,” he says, voice low, but his eyes say far more.

You manage a small smile, turning before you give yourself away completely. “Anytime.”

After breakfast, the car ride is quiet, the kind of quiet that feels thick, like the world itself is holding its breath. Outside, the morning is overcast, gray clouds hanging low, as if even the sky understands the weight of the day. You sit beside Yoongi in the backseat, hands folded in your lap, gaze flickering between the window and the side of his face — pale, solemn, his jaw tense as he stares ahead.

You want to say something, but nothing feels right. So you just are, next to him, hoping somehow that’s enough.

And then his hand finds yours.

It’s slow, like he’s debating it in his mind even as he does it. His fingers brush yours first, tentative, and then he laces them together, his palm warm and a little unsteady against yours. His grip tightens, like he’s anchoring himself, like holding you is the only thing keeping him grounded right now.

You glance at him, heart squeezing at how his thumb grazes yours absentmindedly, over and over, like a silent thank you. And when you meet his eyes — dark, glistening, exhausted but soft as they flick to you — you understand. Words aren’t needed. His touch says it all. I’m grateful you’re here. I don’t know how I’d do this without you.

You squeeze his hand back, gentle but sure. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.

Neither of you speaks, and neither of you needs to. The silence fills in with that simple, steady connection — fingers woven tight together, two hearts holding on in the middle of the storm.

The rest of the ride passes in a hush, the kind that hums with unspoken things. Yoongi doesn’t let go of your hand. Even as his parents speak quietly up front, even as the funeral hall draws closer, he holds on like he’s afraid he might lose his grip on himself if he lets you go.

When the car slows to a stop, you feel his fingers flex around yours once, almost like he’s checking — you’re still there, right? — before he releases you, slowly, reluctantly. You can feel the absence of his touch like a ghost against your skin.

Outside, people have already gathered. Family, friends, faces lined with sympathy and grief. Yoongi draws a breath, deep, steadying. You watch the way his shoulders square as he steps out, the weight of the day settling over him.

But before he closes the door, he pauses. Leans down just a little. His eyes meet yours, and they’re shining with unshed tears, with exhaustion, with gratitude so deep it nearly breaks your heart.

“Come with me?” It’s soft, barely audible over the murmur of voices outside.

You nod. “Always.”

And so you do — walking beside him, close enough that your arm brushes his. During the service, you stay near. Your presence is a quiet constant: the tissue you press into his hand at the right moment, the way you rest your palm at his back when the weight gets too heavy, the way your gaze finds his whenever he needs something steady to look at.

And Yoongi feels it all. Every little kindness, every silent reassurance. In the middle of it all, he keeps finding you. Your face, your touch, your warmth.

It hits him between one breath and the next. There’s no life I want if it doesn’t have you in it.

When it’s all over, when the goodbyes have been said and people start to drift away, he pulls you aside — behind the building, where it’s quiet, just for a minute.

He takes your face in his hands, thumbs brushing along your cheeks. His black hair falls into his eyes, and there’s something raw in his gaze as he looks at you.

“I don’t want to do any of this without you,” he whispers. “Not today. Not ever.”

And as he leans his forehead to yours, as his breath mingles with yours in the hush of that moment, you know — you’re both exactly where you’re meant to be.

Together.

author’s note »» Here we are! Part seven! A heavier and loaded chapter but things are unfolding for our dear reader and Yoongi! I am planning on longer chapter and I truly hope you plan to stick around to see where this goes for these two!

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[imafirefly]

It's almost comical to her how mundane this all felt. At that very moment, this didn't feel like a trip with someone she considered a mortal enemy. Or maybe had considered a mortal enemy? It still felt strange to be getting along with someone who had made it her sole mission to kill Abby and had nearly succeeded. It somewhat felt like a betrayal to those close to her. Would they consider it one if they knew she was fighting alongside someone that Joel had killed everyone for? Would any of them judge her for it? Aside from the obvious, were any of them even still alive or was she making peace with someone who knew more than she was telling? No. Abby couldn't think about that. Already today she's been teetering on the edge of a mental spiral and it would do none of them good if she went down that road again. It was hard to keep her mind from wandering though as she searched high and low for whatever goods Ellie had made mention of.

It didn't take long before she had emerged with a couple of cans that seemed like they could somewhat pair with some fish, fire roasted corn and baked beans. Other can contained stews or soups but she left those alone and had settled on these ones. Whatever, it wasn't like they had truly gourmet options. A true meal at this point in time was a blessing so she considered themselves lucky.

Their haul was quite impressive and Abby's eyebrows arched upwards as the perfectly filleted fish and she nodded in approval. Not bad at all. "Damn, nice job. Definitely leaving fishing to you in the future cause I can't catch shit like this..." That last part was mumbled. A hunter she may be but a fisher she was not. Her eyes followed Ellie inside the cabin before she shifted her gaze back to Lev. "Everything good?" she questioned, nodding towards the door where the other woman had disappeared to. Lev nodded in response and Abby mirrored his actions as if to confirm. "Good, why don't you help me get these ready?" She tossed the couple of cans to him and once more nodded to the cookware she had uncovered earlier. "Don't use the pots, we need those for water later. Couple of little pans you should be able to use."

Now this felt the most natural. Hanging with Lev just like they had a million times. Cooking food up, shooting the shit, sitting by fires and simply enjoying the company of family. It almost felt completely normal until Ellie emerged once more. By that time, Lev had their sides heated and Abby worked at pan frying the filets, taking great care to not burn them but she had enough experience with cooking to crisp up the skin nicely and leave the fish itself flaky. The offer of booze was a bit unexpected and she was hesitant to take the glass but finally did so. "Thanks," she muttered and sat back in the chair she had parked herself in, keeping a close eye on the pan. She didn't consider herself much of a drinker. In fact it was rare that she would actually indulge but if Ellie was providing a peace offering, perhaps she could on this one occasion. A small sip and Abby licked her lips, tilting her head to the side as the liquid warmed her through while working its way to her stomach. "Not bad. You normally carry this kind of stuff with you or did you find that somewhere inside?"

With another glance over to the water, Abby debates it for a moment before shaking her head. As much as she would love to go for a swim, she wouldn’t. At least not in the presence of Ellie. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her enough to let her guard down by going swimming. It was the fact that she refused to let the other woman see just how scarred up she was. They were a testament to her survival but they were still something that she didn’t want on display. In no way were they a sign of weakness but to her they were a reminder of being at her weakest and If they were on display, she found it difficult to get out of her own head. Enough folks on Catalina had seen them that day she’d stumbled up the breach carrying Lev. That was already too many people in the know. Not to mention there was scarring on her body that had come from Ellie and that wasn’t a sight she wanted to offer up either. “Looks nice out there but I’m good. Maybe later for me,” she offered up with what was a forced and weak smile.

She hadn’t dug deeper to see if there was any leftover food and instead had simply gone through the cookware to see what she could find. May not be a bad idea to circle back and check what was available. “I’ll take a look and see what’s in there, thanks for the heads up.” Clearing her throat, she sunk down a little bit into the lounge chair with the intent of still relaxing more before setting off for more tasks. Ellie’s words about her son are sweet and she looks back to Lev who is focused intensely on monitoring the rods. It was wild to think back to the day she met him. At that time, there was no intent of ever running into him again and instead, he’d become the cornerstone of her life. “Blows my mind how good he turned out with all the shit he’s been through. He’s a good guy, saved my ass in more ways than one,” she commented with a laugh. Plenty of times literally but perhaps most importantly in helping her to not lose herself entirely.

Her focus was fading once more but the mention of whiskey did gain her attention for a moment. Coffee wasn’t her thing no but maybe some sort of whiskey with dinner? Now that was an offer that was mighty tempting. “I will keep that in mind.” She meant it genuinely too and filed that into memory as a dinner drink option. As Ellie left, Abby brought herself to leave the comfort of the lounge chair and and disappeared back inside the cabin for this impromptu treasure hunt. If there really was a good stash of canned goods in here, she would find it. Fill up their bellies, get a good nights sleep, and tomorrow would be a whole new day.

[finnjareau-prentiss]

Secret Relations (For Now)

This is my first time ever writing fanfiction so it's probably not very good but I am hoping to get better and build from this. If you have any feedback please feel free to share and if you have and prompts you want to see then please let me know, I write jj x reader, emily x reader, and jemily x reader

Emily Prentiss x Reader fic:

summary: Emily and Reader are secretly dating until that secret comes out, basically just a bunch fluff and 2 idiots in love <3

Minimal use of y/n, no pronoun are used for the reader, 1407 words

Warning: mentions of alcohol, and drinking, and being drunk

Today was a paperwork day for the BAU, which ultimately meant slow. Although you would never call it that out loud, no, saying the word “slow” outloud in the Bullpen is like saying the word quiet in a fire station.

You were working on another consult when Emily waltzed by your desk as she walked to her own, but not before dropping off a fresh cup of coffee on your desk. You gave her a quiet “thank you” so as not to draw too much attention to her small but loving gesture and as you took a sip you glanced over the rim at Emily whose desk sat right across from yours, giving her a look with a touch too much love in your eyes for the workplace. Especially since you had somehow found yourself in a secret relationship with the stunning woman.

~~~~~

6 months ago you and Emily had stopped dancing around the question and she finally asked you out. 5 months ago you and Emily had made your relationship official. To avoid the obvious teasing and to allow yourselves to truly figure out what was between you two, you both made the decision to keep what you were to each other a secret.

Now here you were madly in love with the woman across from you and surprised with just how oblivious the famous team of profilers were to the fact that 2 of the team members could not help but find each other in every room.

~~~~~

Finally as the clock hit 5 pm you wrapped up your files and started gathering your things while making small talk with JJ who was doing the same. And of course just as you pick up your bag Derek Morgan walks in with a huge grin and Penelope Garcia on his tail. “That look means trouble”, Emily says to you and JJ as she sighs knowing that it means everyone was about to be roped into drinks. Your only response to Emily’s remark was “it always does”.

An hour later you were walking into the bar with your girlfriend waiting outside for a couple minutes to make it look like you didn’t arrive together. “Omg Yay! You’re here!!” Penelope exclaimed the second she laid eyes on you, and while giving you a very strong hug which you returned, “How much have you had to drink already?” you responded trying to figure out if this was just Super Excited Penelope or Drunk Penelope.

She quickly pulled you over to the table where Hotch and Rossi were in conversation, JJ was trying to absorb some of the words Reid was spewing about robots, and Morgan was at the bar already trying to get some girl's number. Just as you finished saying hi to everyone you saw Emily walk in ‘This girl will be the death of me’ you thought because even though you had seen her just minutes ago, she still took your breath away (and caused some feelings down there but she doesn’t need to know about that yet).

Once Emily had sufficiently greeted everyone you had returned from the bar with a beer for yourself and a whiskey for her, when you handed it to her she quietly said with a smirk “You’re looking a bit flushed there love, everything okay?” “mmm well if I am then it's all your fault” “My fault? How do you say that?” she says still with that goddamn smirk and nudging your hip with hers. You rolled your eyes but before you could respond Derek came over “Prentiss! What do you say about being my wing woman with the ladies out there? Maybe we could even get you a date?” “I think I’ll do ‘the ladies’ a favor and not” she says with a chuckle, but Morgan stubborn as ever “Come on, We’ll find you a date and I’ll even buy you a drink!” “Alright how about this I wing woman you for an hour, you buy me 2 drinks, and no trying to set me up?” “But you need to get out there and date people, I'm sure I could find you the perfect woman tonight! Hey Y/n you think prentiss should try getting someone's number tonight, right?!” you being incredibly amused went along with him before Emily finally said “Hey wing woman or not, take it or leave it” “Fine fine, Come on”

In the hour Emily had promised him you decided to play pool with JJ as Reid and Garcia kept you both company, which was mainly just the three of you asking Reid whatever random questions came to mind. Eventually Garcia had convinced you and JJ to do shots with her, and she tried to get Spencer to join you all but he was more happy to read his book than to participate. Which is how when Emily found you again you were extremely drunk, rambling about how much you loved her and how hot she was to Garcia and JJ who were equally wasted and Reid who just looked confused.

“And have you seen her arms!! I really am lucky to have her!” you say with a dopey grin on your face while leaning on your 2 friends who giggle at your clearly love struck face. That's all of the conversation that Emily is able to hear before you notice her and exclaim “Emmy!! We were just talking about you!” “Oh yeah? What about me, love?” she lets the pet name slip only because she is well aware of how much you love them in your drunken state. “Your girlfriend was just telling us how hot and amazing you are” JJ answers for you with a very obvious teasing tone, and at that Emily was sure the whole team would know by tomorrow.

You had no care to the fact and simply needed to be as close to your girlfriend as possible when the thought occurred to you, “how do people *hiccup* cheat on their partners when *hiccup* they’re drunk? All I can do *hiccup* is talk about you” Emily just looked at you whilst holding you up because not only are your inhibitions shot but so is your balance, and all she could say was “You know I am so unbelievably in love with you right?”. At that you were more than happy to let the topic go and melt into your love's arms. “I’m gonna call us a cab so we can get you home, alright baby?” “Home to your apartment?” you quietly questioned even though neither of you have spent the night without the other in almost a month “Yeah love, we're going home to mine”, at that one Garcia can't help but say “Aww” which is apparently enough to remind you both that they are still right there.

Not long after you both get in the cab and end snuggled together in bed, exhausted and in love.

~~~~~ The Next Day

The next day you wake up on Emily’s chest with a massive headache, and Emily grumbling above you about the alarm. You both moved slowly in a practiced ease to get ready for work. Miraculously, you were dressed before Emily and handed her a cup of coffee along with a sweet lasting kiss, you pulled away with a smile that reminds Emily of last night, “I may have forgotten to mention something” she says sort of sheepishly. “What did you forget?” you said confused, “So here's the thing..” “Emily.” “Our secret might not be so much of a secret anymore” she says with a slight grin before explaining everything from last night in the car ride to work, you spend the rest of the ride with your face in your hands.

When you do finally park in the building and get out of the car you stop just before the doors to the elevator, “it's not like we weren't planning on telling them ever, they were bound to figure it out eventually” she says to you, “it's not that I don't want them to know because that's not it. At all. I’m just kinda embarrassed about how it happened” you reply.

After that Emily grabs your hand in hers and walks the two of you into the elevator with confidence before saying with a big smile “Well I’m just happy I can finally show off my amazing girlfriend now”. And into the bullpen the two of you walked, hand in hand, together.

[no-vara]

Survivors + [Reader ex survivor turning killer] Forsaken! Pt5! (Pt4 and Pt6 right here!)

Tw: Death, small gore, gun, violence, stalkingish, self doubt, kidnapping, swearing, knife + stabbing.

[Reader] gets She/They!

Enjoy! (THANKS FOR ALL THE LIKES! Ps this is personally my favorite part ^^)

Sleeping in a tent wasn’t as bad as you expected. It was rather quite comfortable. The first night was more pleasant than you expected, and the cold breeze didn’t bother you.

Once the sunrose so did everyone else, you found it daunting how people got up so easily. Managing to sit your body up, you rubbed your eyes and yawned. The sun was shining so you decided to sit in your tent, you didn’t think you needed the morning practice anyway.

Closing your eyes you forced yourself back to sleep, your body still ached from yesterday so you deserved the rest.

Though it looked like the others had different plans.

“Wakey, wakey!” A child-like voice called from above you.

It was C00lkidd. He was hovering over you smiling, and yet you weren’t. You turned around grumbling before sighing and sitting upright. Clearly they were impatient because they grabbed your arm and tugged you up. Who would have imagined such a small kid had such brute strength!

You staggered slightly as C00lkidd dragged you up to your feet. Your legs trembled beneath you like you were a new born calf. The ice-skates didn’t make it any easier. Your head was still reeling from the transformation, so much had changed in such a short amount of time. Plus your throat was still aching, you couldn’t even open your mouth.

C00lkidd giggled, as if dragging you around was a fun game. You debated if they truly saw all this as a game of tag. “C’mon, you missed warm-up! Murder waits for no one! And this time, thanks to you we have practice survivors to hunt on!”

Parting your mouth to speak, to groan, to mumble, to try to make any sort of sound as a response, and yet nothing came out. Just a strained breath. Your hand moved to your neck to hold it again as you hissed—at least that was something.

C00lkidd turned to you and frowned as he brought you towards the forest.

“You still can’t speak? Uncle Noli told me you couldn’t but I didn’t believe him…I hope you get better soon!” He exclaimed with empathy.

You didn’t make anymore sounds of protest as he dragged you out—you just couldn’t. Each step you took sounded like crunching ice, which was odd because there was no ice below. Just you.

C00lkidd hummed as the two of you made it to a part of the forest. You could hear talking between the killers—the killers that can speak.

The sun was barely up to light your way, barely shining, you wondered what time it was. Huffing you took your arm back from C00lkidd and skated to the killers the moment you saw them. You didn’t even realize you were skating on grass. Your new ability was the first thing that came to mind.

1x4 looked at you up and down before muttering “finally” clearly displeased on how long you took. You didn’t give him any recognition back, just a glare.

The first thing you noticed was that Elliot and Two Time were not just blindfolded, but their arms were bound together. You opened your mouth to ask what that was for—but atlas no words came out. Instead you just pointed, 1x4 looked at you before bringing his eyes to them—then back to you.

He seemingly understood what you were going to ask but before he could answer your question a timer appeared above your heads and started to tick—a round this early? Jeez that never happened. Why today of all days?

1:10

1:09

1:08

It ticked down every second, and it was such a short amount of time—especially this early. You just knew all the survivors were waking up in a panic. Your body stiffened automatically thinking about it, just a day ago you were in their positions. Now you were about to kill them.

But then again, you were just a useless survivor. Now you were a useful killer—and you would show them.

Lost in your thoughts you didn’t even realize 1x4 was whining to you about how you should have woken up earlier. Apparently the reason they woke up so early was because every time a new killer comes the round starts extra early. You simply just stared in response.

There wasn’t much left to do other then wait anyway, you would just have to learn how to kill on the spot.

3

2

1

…

0

The moment the round started it didn’t announce the killer—just void. It was always like this whenever a new killer was introduced. All the survivors were probably in even more of a panic than before now.

You opened your eyes and were met with the pirate map—alright not the worst first time map. But you still had no idea how to use your abilities. Perhaps it was something like your old abilities, other than the fact you would go from having two to having three.

Oh boy…yeah you weren’t going to be surprised if you lost this round—at all.

You walked for what felt like forever, you needed a kill and soon. Luckily the Specter clearly was playing favorites, you found Noob trying to untie Elliot and Two Time.

Three free kills. Jack-pot.

Since they were all close together, you easily summoned your snakes and held them all down. Noob took Elliot’s blindfold off as the ice snakes stalked up. Elliot saw you before Noob did.

“NOOB LOOK OUT—“ He was cut off by the searing pain of the snakes biting into the three of them.

He let out a deafening cry of pain as you charged at them—with what weapon? You had no idea! You just used your skates to your advantage and kicked at them. Causing more damage than intended.

They spluttered bloods, the snakes holding them disintegrating as you kicked them. Two Time having his hands freed took their blindfold off and took their dagger proceeding to charge, and stab, not caring where they stabbed you.

They missed.

Bingo.

You didn’t know if you suddenly gained years worth of killing experience but you grabbed their head and bashed it into your knee. Proceeding to drop them onto the ground and stab them in the back. Oh how BADLY you wanted to ask them how it felt.

Hatred and revenge wasn’t your thing—and yet this felt so nice. They deserved this anyway. You took your skate out seeing how they went limp within a few seconds.

Bringing your gaze back up you noticed how Noob and Elliot were frozen in fear. It made you feel prideful. Imagine how they felt seeing their friend turn into the one thing they hated the most.

A killer.

Ha, wow, you never thought you would care so much. You winced and blinked a couple times forcing yourself to focus before—a gunshot. And suddenly there was a hole in your chest.

Chance.

That little—.

“Shit—[Reader]? Am I seeing things—?”

“SHE’S A TRAITOR! SHE KIDNAPPED ME AND TWO TIME—RUN NOW!” Elliot yelled.

Chance clearly was taken aback before running as he flipped his coin.

Tails

Tails

Tails

Heads!

Instead of going after the bastard with a gun you assumed Elliot and Noob would be easier to deal with. So you chased them down first.

As they ran, you chased. You didn’t think of stopping even for a moment. Your skates zooming against the grass as if it was the real ice. Then Noob tripped—of course he did. Stumbling on a med kit. Elliot froze wanting to help him—but you were quicker.

Noob turned to you his eyes pleading, you stopped in your tracks and stared. Not killing, not letting him live. Just staring. You lifted your leg up and in one sweep you cut his thigh open. He didn’t even have a moment to react, he just screamed in agony.

You didn’t even care when you heard him scream, you would get used to it. Maybe you could try telling him something? That this wasn’t personal, that it would be okay, that you would kill him in a second and he wouldn’t feel it.

He quickly got up in the moment you froze, why did you hesitate? You immediately chased after him again, he was limping so he couldn’t get far anyway. You out maneuvered him and the exact moment you were about to finish it—

“NOOB MOVE!”

BANG.

You heard the gunshot before you felt it. Searing pain spread throughout your shoulder to the rest of your body. That little gambling prick. Being stunned was a worser pain then you imagined, you started to regret all the times you used your chains on the killer. Speaking of chains and snakes…

Elliot grabbed Noob and ran as he fed him a pizza to heal. Without turning around you re summoned your snakes and held Chance down. He couldn’t grab his coin or his gun. Now this was entertaining.

“Oh, [Reader] please—just a day ago you were fighting with us! What happened?!” Chance was pleading now. Why did him and the others care so much? They clearly didn’t just a day ago.

The snakes didn’t last long but even then Chance didn’t run. He held out his arm for a moment testing his luck—but this time he lost the coin toss.

You grabbed his arm and twisted it, the pure horror on his eyes made something in you grin. This time after having his arm almost torn off he ran. The timer was running out but you didn’t care, you mentally scarred at least half the survivors by now.

You stalked him, your ice skates clicking against the ground. You could hear him flipping his coin again with his uninjured arm.

Tails

Tails

Tails

“Oh c’mon—“ Chance mumbled to himself.

Heads

But this time he wasn’t lucky enough to survive an encounter with you again. With one swoop and a kick he was gurgling his own blood, choking on it.

The timer went up the moment he died, and you immediately skated to find someone else—there had to be—

You felt a sword pierce through your body. It was a sword. Shedletsky.

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[evil-avoidant]

hello dashcon nation! i keep seeing people posting their dashcon retrospectives (which have been lovely to read) and i am very excited to join in on the fun now that i have FINALLY arrived home. being a team lead at dashcon (honestly, even being present at all) was an insane experience i loved every second of. to every attendee, volunteer, staff member, and guest: i love you. this has been the most joyful day of my life, and seeing the happiness and excitement on everyone faces truly brought me more happiness than i could ever express. thank you to the staff, for being the most welcoming and wonderful group of people i ever met, and for eating shawarma with me in your cursed airbnb. thank you to the volunteers, (especially my team and those who set up with me in the morning) for so kind, considerate, and hard working; i was honoured to work with you all. thank you to the other team leads, especially my co-team lead, i loved every moment of working with every one of you, you’re all amazing. thank you to the guests & their friends/family, especially those of you who yapped w me abt things such as the french revolution, ways to tie a tie, and catholicism. and finally, thank you to the attendees. thank you for bringing insane whimsy and aura. thank you to the ones who gave me stickers, trinkets, drawings, and bracelets. thank you to everyone who showed up in cosplays, i loved every one. thank you to those who danced and sang your heart out at the ball and the karaoke. thank you to those who kept referring to me as the twink in the cowboy hat (the twink allegations won today). thank you to those who donated to the raffles for charity, your generosity is unbelievable, i can’t believe what we managed to accomplish together. i love you all so much. i’m going to cry. i’ve cried already. thank you everyone, you all made this the best day it could possibly be. long live dashcon.

[princessphilly]

Letters From The Past, Chapter 1

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Dr. Jackson Robert Abbot, BCEM, former Army Captain, considered himself to be a lot of things. He was dedicated to his job, his chosen profession. He was a leader in innovation in the fields of emergency medicine, trauma surgery, and wilderness medicine. Jack was a beloved brother and uncle, brother by choice to several fellow doctors, adoptive father by some, friend of many.

Jack Abbot was also, in the Gen Z parlance of his nurses on the night shift, a simp. A damn simp. What the hell was a simp anyway?

If getting those doe eyes to look at him, being able to watch that brain work, and witness the smartest doctor in The Pitt work meant he was a simp, Jack would gladly accept that title. Too bad Dr. Mohan was a good fifteen years younger than him, at the minimum. 

At least he wasn’t pitiful like Robby, mooning over a woman who ignored him. It seemed like Mohan was interested but then she would pull away. Jack thought he was getting somewhere after the shift from hell but the wall had come up again. It had been three years since and while he flirted with Samira, there was always a little wall that came up whenever he thought he was really getting somewhere. It was demoralizing. 

Maybe it was time to hit up the scene again, maybe meet a bottom and play. While he hadn’t tried to date after MC passed away, he couldn’t fully give up the kink lifestyle they had been in. But if it meant he could get Samira to look at him, truly look at him, Jack would give up so many things, including his police scanner. 

Unbeknownst to Jack, Robby and Dana were watching him. Robby finally said, “When do you think he’ll finally ask Mohan out?”

Dana chuckled before giving Robby a derisive grin. “Oh, you’re encouraging relationships between senior and junior attendings now?”

“I’m not a hypocrite, if that’s what you are trying to say. Plus, I got $50 on Abbot getting on his good leg and finally doing something about that crush,” Robby remarked. 

Dana shrugged. She still had the letter Mary Claire had left for Jack; she had planned to give it to him four months after the Pittfest shift from hell but she ended up giving Robby the letter that Mary Claire had written for him. That had borne fruit right away and even though it was obvious that Robby and Collins were keeping it as hidden as possible, there was something going on there between them. Maybe it was time to give Jack the kick in his ass.

**

In the three years since Pittfest, Samira Mohan has got a life, thank you very much. 

Samira Mohan had reconnected with college friends, with her sorority sisters that lived in Pittsburgh, started Lagree pilates, joined a book club, and was frankly happier in life. She still did doubles; everyone did doubles due to staffing concerns at The Pitt. But her life did not revolve the same way around work. 

Oh, and yes, she did get her paper published in the Journal of Emergency Medicine and presented at the yearly conference earlier this year in Boston. Samira Mohan was winning at life.

Except for her romantic life. 

Her last boyfriend that counted had been when she was in undergrad at USC. 

The actual last “boyfriend” had been a guy four years ago that Samira had hooked up with at a play party and just decided to date because it was easier than looking for someone else. 

Her vagina had cobwebs on it. 

The only one she wanted to blow the cobwebs off was unfortunately the very married Dr. Jack Abbot.

Fuck her life. 

It was a Friday night; Samira was off this weekend for the first time in forever, her sorority big sister, Allie, was in town for an interview at Carnegie-Mellon. And she had promised to take Allie out to a play party, to let her get an idea of the scene in Pittsburgh.

For the first time in a long time, Samira curled her hair into big bouncy curls, did her makeup, and picked out one of her few sexy dresses and sexy heels. In her bag, she made sure to put in a pair of sneakers because her feet would hurt sooner or later, her water bottle, and her wallet. Stepping out of her room, Samira smiled at herself in her reflection.

“Looking good, Sammy,” Allie called out. Victoria looked up from the couch and her jaw dropped. “Wowwww.”

“Don’t look at me like that, Vic, like I’m an alien. I’ll make you move back in with your parents,” Samira joked. Victoria was really looking at her intently and it made her feel a bit nervous.

“Oh, no no no, you just look totally amazing. I mean, you must be serious about getting a new boyfriend. I guess I should make sure I put on my noise-canceling headphones tonight,” Victoria quickly replied. Going back to her parents’ place would be the worst thing ever, worse than dealing with a patient with C diff.

Samira laughed as Allie suggestively stated, “It was always my job to get Sammy laid before and I’m ready to do that again.”

“Ew,” Victoria stuck out her tongue. “Are you two Ubering?”

“I’m driving,” Samira said, holding up her keys. “Don’t stay up.”

“Hahaha, I never planned too.”

***

The drive over to the club was relatively quick despite all of the different bridges they had to drive over. But as soon as Samira pulled up and cut off the engine, she saw her worst nightmare: Jack Abbot was there and he was with someone. 

“OH SHIT, WE CAN’T DO THIS,” Samira yelled as Allie opened her passenger seat door. Samira wanted to lobotomize herself as her voice obviously carried and Abbot turned and saw her through her windshield. Alarmed brown eyes met shocked hazel as Allie quickly closed the door. 

“Coworker?”

“Yuppp,” Samira said, popping the p as she restarted the car. She added, “And my work crush for the past four years. This is very awkward.”

“Let’s go somewhere else then, Sammy,” Allie consoled as they pulled back onto the road. “Let’s try again on a TNG night or something since dude is obviously older than 35.”

“I’m sorry,” Samira muttered. 

“Don’t be sorry, let’s just go drink somewhere nice that we couldn’t afford as college students and pretend this never happened,” Allie smiled. “Let’s go back to your place, drop off the car, and get responsibly wasted. You’re off tomorrow, my interview is Monday, let’s do this.”

***

“How was your Saturday night?”

Jack braced himself against the railing as he heard Robby approach. Robby added, “Must’ve not been good since you’re on the roof this morning. Haven’t been up here in a month, brother.”

Several minutes passed before Jack finally gave Robby an answer. Sighing deeply, he rubbed his hand over his curls, making them wilder before finally turning around.

“I saw Samira right when I was about to go to my place with Dee.”

“Well, shit.”

Robby didn’t quite understand what Jack was into but given everything with what Jack had been through and this job, he supported it. When he indulged in those things he was into, Jack was more level, more in tune with himself, more in control. So this… this wasn’t good.

“You know, I don’t judge….”

“Don’t start, Michael.”

“Wow, my given name. Jesus, this must be bad.”

Robby put his hands up in surrender. He wasn’t going to push it, not at all. But something in his eyes made Jack narrow his. “Don’t say a damn thing to Collins either.”

“What makes you think I’d talk to Collins about that? I’ve kept your secrets to myself,” Robby protested. “Only I and Dana know, and we both know how Dana knows.”

Jack snickered. Dana and her husband had come to a newbie night, saw Jack, and then spent the night exploring while cracking jokes. Then they never came in again which worked for Jack. But he wanted Samira to come back, preferably with him. 

“Anyway, Dana said she got something to give you, so check in with her before you leave,” Robby finally stated. “I have to go meet with the board for my monthly meeting so you’ll be doing handoff with Collins anyway. Samira called out sick, by the way.”

Jack gave Robby the finger as Robby laughed. Then he sighed, he had to go back down anyway.

**

The handoff went rather well, all things considered. Collins was always easy to work with and she had a way with all of the staff that made things easy. Jack sighed though as he drummed his fingers, waiting for Dana to come back to her desk. Dana and Collins were laughing about something and he could swear that Collins was embarrassed by whatever Dana was saying. Sidling next to him, Langdon whispered, “Dana is trying to get Collins to admit that she is seeing Robby. The pot is getting astronomically huge.”

“How huge?”

Jack was mildly interested. He wasn’t a gambler but he enjoyed watching the fun of the ER betting board. Whatever it took to get people through their shifts. 

“You don’t know? Holy shit man, Gloria dropped like 2K on it last week. It’s close to eight grand now that all of the other floors are in on the bet.”

Jack whistled, that was a lot of damn money. Almost made him want to get a wager in; that could be another mobile ultrasound machine with some money left over. But he wouldn’t do that since he had inside information; he saw Robby and Collins hiking a couple of weeks ago over by his home in Cranberry. Jack didn’t tell them that he saw them but it was obvious that they were a thing. He kept his thoughts to himself as Dana came over to him.

“My favorite attending,” Dana said with a smile. 

“I’m only your favorite because I’m a creature of the darkness,” Jack quipped. “Anyway, what’s this that you have for me?”

“Okay, don’t get mad at me, okay”

Dana pulled Jack to the side, away from the nurses station as she took out an envelope from her scrubs pocket. Perlah and Princess were watching closely but she ignored them. “Mary Claire had given me a letter to give you when I felt like you were ready and I feel like you are.”

“Um, what?”

“Dammit Abbot, promise me not to be an ass about it, but you know just how concerned Mary Claire was about you when she passed. We all were concerned-”

Dana stopped as she looked at Jack. He was keeping it together but he was closer to the edge than she had seen him in a while. “Just take it and read it, please, Jack.”

Jack took it without a word as he went to the staff locker room to grab his things.

**

This was a morning where Jack was glad he kept a condo in a walkup in the city instead of driving out to the house. The house would have been too much at this moment as it was so full of the memories of them together. The walk home was short yet long as Jack thought what could have been in this letter Mary Claire had left him. Once inside, he took off his shoes and placed his go-bag on the table by the door. Walking through his living room, Jack went into his kitchen and poured himself a glass of water before going back to his living room.

Normally, he would strip his scrubs off into the clothes basket he left in his living room but Jack sat down on the couch, making sure his crutches were in reaching distance. Taking off his prosthetic, Jack leaned back and took several sips before placing the glass on a coaster on the coffee table. He took the envelope out of his pocket. It had his name in Mary Claire’s sweeping cursive, in her favorite red and white stationery. 

“Now or never,” Jack said to himself after several moments before opening the envelope and opening it to read it.

Dear Jackie,

If you are reading this, I’ve been gone from this earth for at least a good three years. I’m painfree now and happy, now on the other side of the veil. I know you don’t believe in all that, being the yankee you are even though you always say you’re from Baltimore. Anyway…..

We had something that people wish they could have, Jackie. We both gave up a lot to be together: you left your family because they couldn’t accept me and I lost my relationship with my Mama because she couldn’t get over that I was marrying a ginger cracka. But we had nearly a decade together and it was the best time of my life. I will always thank you, Jackie, for letting me cry on your shoulder that first time we met in group therapy. 

You’re so strong, that strength attracted me to you the minute we met, Jackie. Not just physically but mentally and emotionally. But I’ve always feared that you’d focus on being strong that you wouldn’t let yourself relax again. You’d become so scared after losing me that you wouldn’t let yourself live again, Jack. You have to keep living, in every way. 

Jack, you were the best husband. The best Sir. The best doctor, always in my opinion. The best scrabble opponent and the best person to go out on the trail with. 

You should be making new memories with someone else too. I know, no one will ever be me and we both know that. But Jackie, you can’t live off of memories. You always urged me to try something new, especially when I was scared. So i’m urging you to do the same. 

If Dana has given you this, she must feel like you’re interested in someone new. So all I have to say is…

Old man, stop jerking yourself off thinking of her and just ask her out! I mean, I’d be upset if I was alive but I believe you shouldn’t let that tongue go to waste.

And you can stop watching the porno we made… make new ones. Yes, I know I’m dirty, that’s why you married me, Jackie.

It’s okay if she’s not kinky. I hope she is for your sake but if she isn’t, well, that could just be between us then forever. 

I love you now and forever, 

Your sweet brat

PS: I saved all of my recipes in the red binder in the kitchen. I laminated all of them so they should still be good. You should give that to whoever takes Robby out of his misery so he can finally have his favorite apple cake. 

PPS: i kinda hope you fall for that medical student who is always challenging Robby. I think her name is Samira? She seems like she’s one of us. And if anyone complains, remember I was a decade older than you, Jackie. You’re just trying to do a reverse age gap this time.

[taintedsoul-if]

My progress report will be published tomorrow—don’t worry, I’m not off in a corner growing mushrooms. I’ve just been going in and out of the forum, learning more about the *goto_scene command. I want to create a choice that lets readers continue right where they left off, especially since I keep tinkering with the startup page (oops, lol).

Anyway, you guys… what am I supposed to do with these eight gift codes? Should I just delete them? Or… should we go ahead with a watered-down version of the Vathilia Lore Challenge? Let’s go with the second option. 🙂‍↔️

Answer these two simple questions and one of the eight codes could be yours! Join the group of readers who’ll get access to Chapter 14—while free readers and Patreon subs will be nibbling their fingers, wondering when the game will finally drop. Don’t miss this train… there may not be another. Here are your questions:

What color hair does each RO have?

How many rank levels are there, and which one is basically classified as a myth?

See—simple. Should take less than a minute. You can send your answers to me privately.

To everyone who sent me heartwarming messages—thank you. At this point, I feel like a robot repeating the same thing over and over, but truly, your words are what keep me going. They give me moments of grace, reminding me that it’s okay to step back when I need to. This little space I’ve created is filled with the kindest, sweetest souls, and you’re all genuinely beautiful—inside and out.

To the anon who wanted to participate in the competition but couldn’t because life got busy: take your time. You can answer the two questions whenever you’re ready—just shoot me an ask with your response so I can reach out to you privately with your gift voucher. I even created an extra one just for you 🙃. Thank you for sticking by me through my lowest points, and for being so incredibly patient and understanding while I worked through everything.

Now, I’ll say this plainly: I won’t be answering your ask. I want it to stay right there in my inbox so I can reread it whenever I need a little boost of happiness. 😏 And to the other anon—yep, I’m keeping yours too! I love you all. Keep being rays of sunshine or that little light guiding someone through the dark. Thank you, truly, for everything. 🥹🫶

[aurorlia]

aurora, congrats on 100 again ❤️❤️❤️ ur writing is so lovely and u deserve each and every follower, and more!! would love to see sfw 'm' with patrick zweig 💋💋 love u baby!!!!

ahh thank you so much charlie !!, ur so sweet and ily :( — again thank u for being such a supportive and good friend !! & thank u for ur request, hope u love it! & these request might take a while !!

M IS FOR.. milestones with Patrick ♡ !

♡ taglist ! — @pittsick @forgetmenotnympho @lov3lylxvender @museboos @cinnamongmm @ellaynaonsaturn

Patrick never exactly had anyone to share milestones or memories with, he had art but that was…how many years ago? a few—maybe more but first kiss? it was messy and fast, he didn’t even count it!

that was until he met you, oh he loved sharing things with you. He was like a small child the way he skipped over to tell you something he’d done or smile widely at your memories on his phone like he was staring at the most beautiful lollipop.

his favorite were his career milestones. first grandslam quarterfinal — everyone said he’d choke, he wouldn’t do it because he wasn’t very high when it came to ranking but..he played clean and smart for the first time in awhile. No one else heard what he did in his head with every serve, your voice..saying— “you don’t have to prove anything, just play.”

winning a doubles without art. This one definitely had stung him but in a good way, it was proof he could truly stand on his own. He didn’t need art, not like he thought. You both celebrated in a hotel bathtub, champagne in hand, his head on your shoulder, both of you giggling like kids.

he also really enjoyed personal milestones, it showed he was truly growing especially because he met you.

apologizing without a fight. he’s a stubborn man and he’ll admit it. He snapped at you once, nothing major. Just sharp and impatient after an embarrassing loss but later that night, he was out for awhile until he showed up with your favorite takeout, no excuses but a soft.. “I’m sorry, I was embarrassed and I took it out on you. That’s not who I wanna be.”

Calling his parents after months of silents. You didn’t ask him too, god— you’d never force it upon him to contact his family but one day..he just came over. “I called them, it wasn’t..great but it wasn’t bad.” Then he just laid down, rested his head on your lap and just..rested. Relief all over his face.

letting himself be loved without earning it. making him dinner, out of nowhere is so different and out of place for him. No occasion? No reason?— “what’s this for? I didn’t..win anything.” He murmured, looking up at you. “I’m just doing this because I love you, and you’re mine.” You speak back, kissing his head. An evident shudder going throughout his body.

now some milestones together? He loved those, had them all in his phone within an album.

first time traveling together. No tournament, no schedule. Just a sweet cabin by a lake, a tiny gas station you both stopped at that sold mini frozen pizzas and very long lazy mornings in bed.

moving in together. It wasn’t dramatic, it was subtle. One day, his stuff ended up in your apartment and next? His toothbrush in his drawer next to yours. You noticed it and that’s how it started, him moving his clothes next to yours in your closet. You buying a bigger bed so you weren’t as cramped in anymore.. he loved it.

and a few bonus ones he never told anyone..except you! obviously.

learning how to make your coffee right. took him weeks and he was so proud when he finally got it right, after many weeks of forced smiles from you tasting his bitter or too sweet coffee..he did it. As long as he’s home, you are not making your own coffee.

not texting art back immediately. making up with art was a good step for him, it was great. He genuinely still loved and cared for art, it was impossible not too but one thing he didn’t have was enough respect for himself when it came to art.— always responding like an eager puppy until he didn’t, he didn’t wanna continue to seem pathetic, so he stopped. Finally! Some boundaries.

he doesn’t care how he fails anymore, well— he does, it’s hard not too but you manage him and he’s starting to manage himself. Good for him!

he loves sharing these things with you.

[lunarlilacmoon]

I have two asks that I’m working on currently but I’ve just finished Bet and I’m fucking feral for it right now. I can’t decided if I want Kira or Riri and there’s like no stories for either so I volunteer as tribute.

Go big or go home

Kira and Riri Timurov x reader

Warnings: violence, dom Kira, mean Kira, dom riri, mean riri, edging, flogger, crop, strap, sorry if I missed any warning and for any misspelling!

Summery: Yumeko has stirred up quite the waves for Kira and Riri. What happens when a member of the student council leaves to show support to Yumeko.

Yumeko had only been here two days and within that time she’d already knocked Mary off the top 10 and made her a house pet, gotten Ryan out of being Mary’s house pet and making Mary his house pet , and gotten on Kira’s radar.

“Midterm transfer is more than just rare, and now she’s already knocked a member of this council off the board and made her a house pet. She has to be cheating somehow.” Kira rambled standing in front of the circle table.

This is the sixth meeting Kira’s called since the newbie arrived and it was clear from the group attitude everyone was exhausted.

Though she’d never show it Kira was already coming unraveled. This newbie had shaken things up more in the last two days than has been done all school year.

“One of you needs to play her and bring her down a few levels. Suki I want you ready for a game of icebreakers when I say. The rest of you keep eyes out while she plays, see if you can catch her cheating.”

“She’s not cheating.” I finally pipped up bored.

“Pardon?” Kira’s eye burned into mine and I smiled.

“She’s not cheating.” I stated again. “I’ve played a few games with her already, for fun,” I winked, “and she’s not cheating. She truly is playing for the thrill and from what I’ve gathered she evens the playing field when her opponent cheats. Take Mary for example.” I smirked shrugging my shoulders.

“You seem rather cozy with her already.” She hissed.

Riri’s eyes stared me down from behind her sister. Daring me to continue.

“I wouldn’t say cozy… yet.” I smirked.

“I’d watch your step Y/N-”

“Or what? You’ll kill me? You and I both know my mother won’t take that well.” I leaned back in my seat.

- - - - - -

After another week of Kira’s bitching and stalking of Yumeko I grew annoyed and left my jacket on my seat after a particularly heated meeting.

Now I sat at the lunch table with Ryan, Yumeko and a very grumpy Mary.

“You’re fucking stupid for leaving your spot for the newbie.” Mary stated bluntly not caring about Yumeko sitting directly next to her.

My jaw dropped slightly at the absolute boldness of her.

“She can’t do anything to me. Her shitty father is literally obsessed with my mother and she can do no wrong in his eyes. Truthfully I think the sick bastard gets off on the fact that she’s a fucking living black widow. He likes playing in her web. I wish she’d kill the fucker but here we are.” I stole a glance at the council table only to be met by two cold set of eyes. Both staring unblinking. I turned back to Mary. “Beside’s your personality on that council was insufferable! I really like the real you. She fiery, sassy and cunty!” I smiled genuinely giving her hand a light but reassuring touch, just letting her know I meant it and wasn’t being a bitch.

She clammed up for a moment and looked shy before thanking me with a raised brow.

“Are you close with Kira?” Yumeko suddenly asked.

I choked on my drink not expecting her question.

“Pardon?”

“Well neither her nor her sister have taken their eyes off you this entire time at lunch.” She said like she knew something.

“She’s just angry still that I left the council. It’s a fresh wound and here I am two days later cozy with her enemy, it’s a bad look for her with the other students. It shows she’s loosing control to you,” I smirked, “and Kira hates losing control.”

“How angry do you think?” She asked giggling. “Because they’re all making their way over here.” Yumeko seemed almost gleeful but my heart dropped as I turned just in time to come face to face to Kira’s chest, her perfume invading my senses.

“Well isn’t this just a cut little bunch!” Kira said clearing feigning excitement.

“Student Council President Kira-San!” Yumeko said in greeting clearly excited to have incited a reaction.

I couldn’t help but giggle and the sheer craziness of Yumeko. She was a breath of fresh air in the school. She had no fear and her bubbly personality made the walls less dreary.

“Dori would like to play a game with you Yumeko.” Kira said sharply.

My head shot to her but she was looking at Yumeko. I looked at Dori who had that crazed look in her eye whenever she was ready to play, her deck of cards in her hands. She was shuffling and I knew no matter what it was already rigged.

I turned to Yumeko.

“Don’t do it! We can get you points a better way. The whole council cheats, Dori’s cards are rigged, she’ll get her dancing game and whoop your ass. She’s a pro at her games trust me please.” I begged because Yumeko was keeping eye contact with Kira and I really needed her to understand the predicament. “You can’t even this game out right now, but we can later, please.”

“Thank you so much Dori for the offer but from the advice of my council I’ll have to as for a rain check.” She said still giddy and stood up to leave, I followed.

I felt and hand grab my arm roughly and I was whipped around to see a pissed Kira.

“I don’t know what your game here is Y/N but you are on very think fucking ice.” She hissed.

“The only ‘game’ I’m a playing is making sure you and your mutts don’t eat her alive. She’s got something and it scares you. I like that. Leave her alone.” I snapped ripping my arm from her and following my group.

- - - -

“Get your fucking hands off me!!” I screamed as the Beaver hauled me down the hall. “You smell like fucking shit you dirtbag! I don’t owe your owner shit and I’m going to rip your fucking eyeballs out for touching me!”

It was silent and it dragged me through the council doors and threw me down the few steps to the council table. I completely missed the steps and landed straight on the ground in front of the table.

I gasped for air before cursing at him more.

“Go back to your owner.” Was all Kira had to say to it and with a slam it was gone.

“I prefer a nice meal before I’m kidnapped.” I groaned sarcastically.

“You leaving has stirred up quite the controversy.” She said.

I was hoisted up to my feet quickly by Riri. My arms were pinned behind my back at the wrist by her. I tried pulling but her grip only tightened.

“Aww are you made you’re losing control?” I mock pouted.

Slap

“Riri secure her wrist and leave us.”

Riri was quick to let go of me I felt what I assumed was a random tie being tied around my wrist securing them together. She shoved me towards Kira and she a shut of the door she was also gone.

My stomach dropped when I made eye contact with Kira. She looked calm and that was scarier than if she was pissed.

“You know how much I hate losing toys.” She said circling me like her prey. “Remember what happened to that little blonde girl on the playground when we were 8 and she popped my ball on the nail on the jungle gym? Do you remember the sound of her cries when she hit the ground after I shoved her off? Should I make Yumeko cry like that or worse? She didn’t break anything, she stole it, and that’s worse.”

“I’m a person not a toy and she didn’t steal anything I made the choice to join her. She’s real unlike everyone else in the school!”

I was shoved forward suddenly and slammed into the table with a groan.

“Well that just makes this so much worse for you now doesn’t it.” She growled as she pulled my skirt up.

“Kira get off we are not doing this! I’m done! I left!” I exclaimed.

“You don’t get to just leave. You knew what you stepped into when you got with us. If you leave I’ll chain you in the room and keep you here like a good little bitch do you understand. I will fucking kidnap you and I will keep you for the rest of your ungrateful life. You thought I was joking when I said I was crazy enough to do it but you will see.”

Smack

Smack

Smack

Her hand landed quickly and sharply on my ass.

“Fuck!” I hissed.

“Whatch your fucking mouth.” She snapped gripping my hair to force me to look at her. “You’ve pissed me off already, don’t push it.”

She threw my face away from her back towards the table and before I could respond her fingers were in me.

I let out a string of high pitch moans my back arching.

“Look at you. Acting like such a tough girl. Acting so independent. And at the end of the day you are the easiest slut to mold. Such a good little bitch who decided to act so bad!” She pulled out of me slapping my ass four more times, the slick of myself on her fingers making it sting more.

Her finger entered me again this time at a faster more brutal pace and it was getting me closer faster.

“Who do you belong to?” She hissed in my ear.

“Y-you!” I shrieked body lurching forward with each pound.

Suddenly she pulled out and I looked back at her in shock. She pulled me up by my hair shoving the two fingers she just had in me, in my mouth.

I sucked myself off her and she pulled them out, wiping them on my jacket. She fixed her jacket and without staying anything turned and walked out.

What the fucking fuck.

The door opened again and I looked up expecting Kira but Riri was walking in.

Fuck

Kira was possessive as hell but Riri was just as bad. Kira was the words and Riri was the action.

“Strip.” Her voice was soft as always. She had no reason to raise it, I wouldn’t dare defy her, not alone like this.

I pulled my blazer off and then my shirt. I pulled my skirt and panties off in one go and unbuckled my bra throwing it on top of the pile of clothes.

“Lay on the table, on your back, starfish.”

My knees groaned in protest and I crawled on the table laying myself in the middle spreading my legs and arms.

She pulled ropes from under the table and secured them around each limb and them disappeared around the corner.

When she came back her hands were full of all kinds of toys. Whips, floggers, clamps, a vibrator, and her favorite strap.

“Riri p-” My head flung to the side as her hand connected with my cheek.

“Shut up! You’ve hurt me and now it’s my turn you brat!” As angry as she sounded there was a tinge of hurt and that hurt me more than any of her whips could.

I closed my mouth and didn’t whine as me put the nipple clamps on me. She let them sit for a bit while she put on her strap.

She picked up the crop and landed a few gentle taps on my reddening nipples making my gasp out.

Then without warning she began landing harsh blows alternating between my clit and nipples.

I was screaming now from the pain.

“That’s how we felt watching you cozying up with the newbie.” She hissed.

“M’ sorry!” I begged.

“You will be.”

She smacked back and forth between both nipples before slamming her strap into me.

“Ri!! Fuck!” I gasped as she pounded into me not allowing me to adjust properly.

She was animalistic in the way she fucked me, never once letting up on my nipples, switching the crop out for the flogger so she could hit my entire tit. Before I could come she pulled out of me.

“If you think you’re going to cum you are stupid.” She hissed waiting for my hight to pass before slamming back in. “I’m going to fucking break you and you will get no pleasure from it.”

[s0sorry]

So I know all the songs in K-pop Demon Hunters are brilliant in how they tie into story and narrative, but Takedown is by far the masterpiece of the movie.

‼️ Spoiler Warning ‼️

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So obviously we know Rumi is half demon and she has spent her whole life squashing that secret deep down where even her best friends/bandmates couldn’t find it. She’s the only person in Korea who is a K-pop idol who is hiding her identity as a demon…until the Saja Boys prance on in and steal her bit. So naturally Huntrix starts writing a diss track.

As the song develops so does Rumi’s relationship with Jinu; not only the first person outside Celine to know her secret, but the first person who understands her feelings, Rumi can really talk to Jinu openly and learn more about herself in the process.

You see Rumi’s struggles with the song grow; throughout the movie we can see the lyric’s slowly turning on Rumi as she spends more time with Jinu and more time alone truly exploring the side of her that she has repressed out of shame and guilt for her entire life. Rumi spends the entire movie frustrated with the lyrics and the more she spends time thinking about her secret the more she realizes that her inner thoughts about herself match the lyrics. Takedown is ultimately a compilation of all of Rumi’s secret fears, insecurities, and inner thoughts, if she performs it at the Idol Awards not only will she be exposing the Saja Boys secrets, but her own to a certain degree. So Rumi decides to perform Golden, a song about overcoming past struggles and embracing your true self. Rumi is literally using Golden to suppress Takedown, it’s a classic don’t worry I’m doing great tactic.

Rumi fucking sticks the landing, everyone is going absolutely bananas, the Honmon is turning gold, and a false sense of relief falls over Rumi…guys, she wasn’t ready for the Takedown.

Jinu perfectly designed Rumi’s worst nightmare when planning his betrayal. Having demons pretending to be Mira and Zoey and catching Rumi off guard into performing Takedown in front of a sold out stadium, while the two people she cares about most turn the lyrics on her, while literally exposing her demon marks by destroying her costume. The song did exactly what it was supposed to do, Rumi just never realized that she was the target until Takedown finally hit its mark.

So yeah, in conclusion, Takedown is genius, all the songs are stuck in my head at once, and I can’t stop thinking about how Prozd is the V.A. for Abs (good for him). I just love this movie and how it took advantage to use the music to enhance its storytelling, thank you for coming to my disorganized Ted Talk.

[sidetrek]

Oh my sweet ten pound eight ounce baby Jesus, I finished Irrational Numbers after purchasing it as an end of finals treat for myself (just like I did with Zelon V lol) and I am an absolute WRECK after reading it. It's a masterpiece worth twice its price, and you truly crafted something magnificent with a bit of everything for everyone in it.

It checks all my boxes: angst and inner insecurity, beautiful art, a painful wait for a confession, and those last twenty or so pages? HOO BOY. I was fanning myself for sure and had to take a water break, that was absolutely glorious and my jaw hit the floor multiple times. I'm pretty sure I was the color of a tomato.

The scene with Spock and his mother made me all misty eyed and I was genuinely losing it when Kirk was getting attacked by Reynall. (I love when Spock swoops in to save the day! And the "But for a moment, I struggled" line sent me into ORBIT, I love a seething Spock, like that's right how DARE you stab his beloved?)

God there was just so MUCH, you truly made me run the entire spectrum of human emotion with this comic. 11/10, five stars, I'm going to be rereading this a million bajillion times and it's going to be all I think about for weeks and weeks

!! omg what a wonderful message to see! I hope you don't mind me answering this publicly too but 🥹💕 Really glad the story worked for you and I could make you feel the whole spectrum LMAO. I put in so much self-indulgent stuff I have to admit but still tried to link it all into a nice cohesive story and I'm glad that it hit!! Thanks so much for supporting me, I've been kind of basking in these comments, it's just nice to have it done and share it with people! So thank you very much!!