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stvrrlau · 1 month ago

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𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚.

⤷⤷ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 niki feels like he's just existing. until.

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.ᐟ roommate!misunderstanding!niki!⋆understanding!fem!reader!

𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦.ᐟ angst????? fanfic (ITS OVER 1500 WORDS OKAY?????) fluff riki is mysterious ooo aura riki self sabotages mwhahaha riki is misunderstood reader doesnt pry but tries to help idk i just wanna write some juicy delicious sadness 👅👅

𝘴𝘵𝘷𝘳𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴.ᐟ HEYYY guys u dont hate me right *crickets* IM SORRY MY EXAMS R IN 2 WEEKS BUT AFTER I PROMISE U GUYS HAVE MY FULL UNDEVOUTED ATTENTION I PROMISE I LOVE U ALL OKAY 💗 REBLOGS+LIKES+COMMENTS APPRECIATED!!!!! wrd count۶ৎ 2 805

🇭🇴🇲🇪 , 🇱🇮🇧🇷🇦🇷🇾 .

𝐓𝐇𝐄 first time i met niki, he didn’t say much.

back then, i thought he hated me, but looking back, it was quite out of character for him to even acknowledge my existence.

he just stood there in the hallway, with his headphones around his neck and a box in his hands. he stared at me—with that same far-away look in his eyes which seemed to always linger—and nodded slowly. not a friendly nod. just a small nod, like he was telling me—okay. you’re here. you’re my roommate.

that was it.

that’s how it had always been.

me and niki had always quietly co-existed—not close, not distant.

he had his space, and i had mine.

we both knew what to do—and what to not do.

monday? there was always a cup of tea left on the counter for me.

friday? i made sure there was always a snack on the counter for niki to take—since he seemed to forget to eat before dance practice.

this is how it always was.

was.

something changed. i don’t know what, but things were different.

we still had our own spaces, our own hobbies, our own things to do.

but sometimes, niki would come and sit on the sofa with me. sometimes, he'd pass me his charger without me asking. sometimes, he left me little notes, reminding me of things, even i myself, didn’t know were happening—but he did.

once, he knocked on my door just to hand me the last slice of pizza. said he wasn’t hungry, even though i’d seen him eyeing the box all evening.

and sometimes, when i couldn’t sleep, i’d hear his music playing softly through the wall.

some nights, i think he played it louder on purpose. just loud enough for me to hear.

he was different—but not in a bad way.

———

it happened on a tuesday.

i stood in the kitchen, staring at the kettle.

it was broken.

it took me five minutes to realise that the usual high-pitched screaming of the kettle wasn’t happening—the water wasn’t boiling.

before i could even touch the kettle and possibly smash it to pieces, i heard a voice behind me.

“it’s the switch,”

i turned around.

niki was standing there, hair damp, hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows, arms folded. he didn’t meet my eyes.

“you have to push the switch down twice. the first time it doesn’t stick.”

i blinked. not because of what he said, but because this was the first time i’d heard him say anything that wasn’t a mumbled ‘thanks’ or a cough that sounded suspiciously like ‘night’.

he stepped past me, flicked the switch, waited.

the kettle rumbled to life.

“see?”

i huffed a laugh, “you could’ve told me that two weeks ago. would’ve saved me from drinking cold tea.” i grimaced.

niki shrugged. “you looked determined. i didn’t want to get in the way.”

then—barely a twitch, but it was there—a smile.

i stared. not long. just a second.

“thanks.” i said.

he just hummed, finished what he was doing and left.

left like it was normal.

left like nothing had happened.

but something did.

now, every time i stood in the kitchen, staring at the kettle, i couldn’t help but remember.

———

the next time it happened was soon after.

it was a thursday.

i was sat at the table, hunched over a pile of notes, sheets spread for miles.

nothing was making sense.

“you keep doing that.”

my head shot up. i hadn’t even realised niki was here. but he was.

there he was, sat across from me, phone in hand, same unreadable expression.

“what?” i said, confused.

“you keep doing that,” he repeated, “you keep biting your lip and sighing like the piece of paper personally wronged you.”

i stopped chewing on my lip. he was right.

“you’ve been watching me?” i asked, a small smile on my lips for a reason even i didn’t know.

“well you’re kinda hard to ignore,” he shrugged, “you sigh pretty loudly.”

i gave him a look, but there was nothing behind it.

“what are you working on?”

“presentation.”

“want me to listen to it?”

i stared.

“so you can make fun of me after?”

“so i can help.”

i blinked. blinked again. niki raised an eyebrow, and waited.

so i talked.

and he listened.

and helped me.

pointed out where i stumbled along my words, where i rambled, when i rushed.

when i finished, he nodded.

“not bad.”

coming from niki, it felt like an accomplishment.

i mumbled a thank you and got back to my work, expecting him to leave. he didn’t.

he sat there quietly, scrolling through his phone, stealing one of the cookies from my plate.

it was silent.

but it didn’t feel like it.

not anymore.

———

things began to change.

sure, they changed before, but now they were really changing.

niki was changing.

he talked to me more. left me things. stayed near me more often.

noticed things even i didn’t.

like how i stopped using my favourite mug after it chipped.

the next day, a nearly identical one appeared in the cupboard. no explanation. no note. it was just there.

or how he stopped playing music late on the nights before my big exams.

or how he always knew what i was craving.

i didn’t even realise we were close. not until i caught myself waiting for him, just to see him, just to speak to him, just to be with him.

i didn’t even realise i began to repay the favours.

i didn’t realise that i began to leave him an umbrella when it was raining. that i began to order his favourite, even when he didn’t ask. that i began to wait for him to arrive home, just so we could talk.

i didn’t even realise. when i probably should’ve.

———

it was late when i had finally gotten back.

so late that i didn’t expect niki to still be up—but he was.

he was sat there, in his usual spot, eyes glazed over as he stared at the flickering tv. that was until he heard my keys on the table.

he blinked. shook his head. looked up.

we met eyes. i offered a smile. he returned it. patted the spot next to him. i gratefully accepted it.

we didn’t speak for a while. we didn’t have to.

niki nudged me and pointed to the ramen on the table.

i blinked in surprise but thanked him all the same.

it was still hot, evident by the steam coming from the bowl. did he know what time i’d be home?

we sat in silence, the distant flickering of the tv lighting up our faces.

“i think i’d miss you if you moved out.”

i stopped chewing for a moment. “i’m not moving out.”

“i know.” he said quietly, but his eyes still held that same melancholy feel.

silence.

his words hung in the air, his voice still ringing in my ears. his tone sad, like he cared.

“i’d miss you too.” i whispered, my heart racing for some unknown reason.

niki looked up in surprise. “you would?”

i nodded slowly. “of course i would.”

niki just stared at me for a moment before looking back at the ground.

“i think i’m in love with you.”

i sat there for a moment, not daring to move, let alone breathe. he said it so silently i thought i was imagining it, but after he got up, cheeks pink, i knew i couldn’t have.

and with that, niki wished me a goodnight and disappeared into the darkness, leaving me alone with my racing heart and thoughts.

———

it had been two days since that night.

two days since niki said those words.

two days since my brain had done nothing but replay those five quiet words over and over again.

“i think i’m in love with you.”

and then he left. just like that.

no follow-up. no “just kidding.”

no nothing.

i hadn’t seen him since.

so, naturally, i felt like i was going insane.

“yn. breathe.” jake half-laughed.

i eyed him in annoyance, but i couldn’t be mad at him—after all, he did listen to me rant for a full twenty minutes.

“i don’t even know what he meant!” i cried, burying my face in my hands, “like… who says that and leaves? he just left me there!”

jake laughed softly, but it was kind. understanding.

“well… maybe he was scared.”

i looked up. “of me?”

he shrugged. “of his feelings. of you not feeling the same.”

i mumbled a quiet oh.

i should’ve realised. why he was so silent all the time. why he barely spoke to me. he didn’t hate me. he hated himself. hated himself so much he didn’t think he could love.

i blinked. something in my chest tugged.

“come here,” he said, holding out their arms. “you’re spiraling too much.”

i hesitated, then gave in—let myself be pulled into a hug. it was comforting. safe. just like jake.

it was silent for a moment.

that was until i heard the sound of keys and something else drop.

i jumped away from jake, and looked up.

niki.

there he stood, hood up. expression unreadable. completely still.

his eyes flicked between me and jake.

between the closeness. the hug.

his jaw clenched.

something dark flickered in his eyes.

“oh,” he said, voice low. too calm. “sorry. didn’t mean to interrupt.”

and before i had chance to explain, a chance to tell him how i felt, he disappeared into his room. door closed and locked.

and just like the space between us became wide again.

———

it wasn’t until jake left that i noticed it.

the bouquet.

small. a little crushed. a few petals scattered near the door.

roses.

deep red, like a bruised heart. wrapped neatly, delicately—thoughtfully.

and yet they sat there, half-hidden in the shadow of the shoe rack, forgotten.

no note. no explanation.

but i didn’t need one.

not when i knew.

not when i remembered the sound that fell alongside the keys.

he brought me flowers.

and he dropped them the second he saw me with someone else.

dropped them quickly—just as quickly as he lost his trust in me.

———

i didn’t talk to niki. i didn’t think he’d want to anyway.

i rarely saw him nowadays—which was probably for the best—and on the rare occasion that i did, he disappeared as soon as i saw him.

he didn’t mention anything about that night. or anything about the bouquet. he didn’t say he was angry—but i could tell.

i could tell by the way he avoided me, like i was a disease, or how he wouldn’t even touch the snacks i left him on the counters.

it was like he was trying to forget about me—piece by piece.

the niki i knew was gone.

and all i had left of him was the slowly, wilting roses hidden away in my the back of my closet like a secret i was too scared to throw away.

———

it was midnight when i finally saw him again.

he was in the kitchen.

there he was, hood up, hair messy, arms folded as he stared at the kettle with that same look i adored.

“niki?” i whispered, like it was a sin for me to even utter his name.

he flinched, but didn’t turn.

“can we talk?”

silence.

“please. i-i just need to explain..”

he laughed. but it was bitter, like i was a cruel joke. “explain what?”

“that it wasn’t—what you saw, with jake—”

“you don’t need to explain,” he said, finally turning to face me. his eyes were tired. cold. “i get it.”

“no, you don’t.”

“don’t i?”

his voice was louder now. sharper.

“you think i didn’t know? i saw the way he looked at you. saw the way you looked at him. i was an idiot for thinking it meant anything.”

“it did mean something—”

“then why didn’t you say anything?”

that shut me up.

“you just let me stand there, like a fool for even believing i had a chance. you let me say everything—everything i ever felt—and then—nothing.”

“niki—”

“i let you in. and now i feel like a fucking joke.”

his chest was heaving. hands clenched. his eyes were glistening, like he was on the brink of tears, but was holding them back to retain any dignity he still had.

“i trusted you.” he whispered, voice cracking, “and i don’t think i can ever do that again.”

and then he was gone.

———

the sound of his door slamming was louder than it should’ve been. it echoed in my mind—like a reminder that i did this and that it was all my fault.

i didn’t move. i couldn’t. i just stood there, rooted to the kitchen floor, like if i waited long enough he might come back. might tell me it was all okay.

but he didn’t.

the silence was suffocating. the kettle clicked off. the rain came down heavier.

i broke.

the sob pushed its way out of my chest before i could stop it.

my knees gave out.

i hit the floor hard, clutching the edge of the counter like it would keep me from shattering.

each cry hurt more than the last. i cried until my lungs hurt. until my throat was raw.

i cried and cried and cried.

but still that ache didn’t leave my body.

i stayed on the kitchen floor until my fingers went numb and my eyes stung too much to stay open.

i don’t even remember how i got to bed.

but i remember—remember how niki looked at me.

like i was nothing to him.

———

the next morning was cruel. the morning sun was bright and welcoming, but in a way it felt like it was taunting me—like i didn’t deserve happiness.

i kept my head down when i walked into the kitchen. not because i wanted to avoid him. but because i wasn’t sure i could look him in the eye and not fall apart again.

niki was already there. quiet. tense. like always.

he didn’t speak. didn’t even look at me.

or so i thought.

“were you—”

he froze.

“crying?”

i felt my throat close up. the words stolen from me before i’d even had time to think about what i wanted to say. i couldn’t speak. so i didn’t.

i just kept my head down—hoping, praying, niki would just leave me alone. because, lately, he’d been real good at that.

“yn.” he said firmly, “look at me.”

his hand held my chin—firmly, but he didn’t hurt me, not this time—and looked at me. really looked at me. i saw his eyes flicker across my face, as if trying to memorise each of my features.

something shifted in his expression—barely—but it was there.

guilt. pain. regret.

he let go of me and left.

again.

———

niki left. again.

the door slammed shut, a firm reminder of our distance.

i didn’t know if he’d come back.

i didn’t follow.

maybe i should’ve.

but i didn’t.

i curled up on the sofa, knees to my chest, heart too tired to ache properly anymore. just for a moment, i told myself. just until he comes back. just until it stopped hurting.

i don’t remember falling asleep.

but i remember waking up.

the lights were off, apart from the soft orange glow coming from the kitchen window.

and niki—

niki was sat across from me.

sat on the floor. there was a bouquet of roses in his lap.

slightly crumpled.

like he couldn’t decide whether to give them or throw them away.

he didn’t speak for a while. neither did i.

he just sat there. watching. like if he looked away, i might disappear.

“you came back.” i whispered.

“you were still here,” he said, softly.

my throat tightened.

he looked down at the flowers. then back up at me.

“i was wrong,” he said, voice low, cracked. “about jake. about you. about everything. i said things i didn’t mean. i hurt you.”

i sat up slowly.

“i hurt you too.” i whispered.

he blinked. swallowed.

“i never stopped caring,” he whispered. “even when i was angry. even when i tried not to.”

silence.

then he stood, slowly walked over, and gently placed the bouquet in my hands. his hands grazed mine ever so softly—like he was hesitant to leave them there.

“i know it’s late,” he said, “but—i still love you.”

i looked down at the roses. their fragrant scent filled my nose. sweet. they were a little bruised, a little wilted at the edges—like they’d been held too tight by someone who didn’t know how to show love gently.

they were fragile, but still beautiful.

just like him.

“you’re not too late.” i smiled, “you’d never be too late niki.”

“i love you too.”

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cypresswood3 · 4 months ago

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You know what. Lemme share my opinions on Malevolent shippers. Not the ships themselves. The people.

Starting off strong, Dollins shippers are somehow the nicest and coziest people out there. You guys sometimes come up with the craziest stuff but. You know the perfect balance between treating these characters and their traumas seriously AND writing them like an old classic Tom-and-Jerry-like cartoon. They are goofy and cute and smell like home. One's a killer for hire and the other is a tortured-by-eldrich-beings detective and you manage to make it into a romcom. I have nothing but respect for Dollins shippers. You are so good to your characters. Like an opposite of Kayne. You smell of fresh pie.

Parkthur shippers are like... the adults of the fandom? I'm not sure how to put it. Yall are mature. You explore parkthur to hell and back. The way you write their relationship is always full comradery and love in its purest form. Not traumabonded like Noel and Arthur, not dependant like blind faith, not brought together by trials like jarthur, but not quite as domestic as dollins. Parkthur is always very real and very human. I'm honestly a big fan of parkthur myself. Arthur's backstory was always the more interesting part of the lore for me (breaking my silence I've always loved Arthur more than John and it'll remain so). So you guys. You guys are the big siblings of the fandom.

Arthur and Noel shippers... I've honestly only seen it done as Arthur x Noel x John. And I love that. You guys hold so much love for Noel it almost makes me tear up. The way you write your stuff feels more of a Noel's good ending then jarthur's. And it's not a complaint in the slightest. You take jarthur and you fit Noel in so well and smooth he actually fixes them. You make Noel jarthur's home and family, and you make them his anchors. You guys are full of hope. When it comes to John x Noel (Arthur is there third wheeling or smth)... You guys are like dollins shippers witht their comfy domestic vibes, but you have an additional sprinkle of... healing. You love your John and Noel and treat them so so well, but it's less of a silly cartoony thing (like dollins) and more of a... story of rediscovery and, again, healing. You have a domestic vibe of a comfort book. Also you create the most insane things when you're horny /very pos.

Blind faith aka Arthur and Oscar shippers. Guys are you okay. It's a banger ship but guys. Guys how are we feeling. Have you tasted anything but tears in the last... forever? You create the most touching and soul crushing pieces of fan-creations but it takes you all your happiness to do so. You embrace the sad the same way Arkayne-ists embrace the horny. Even when you make them happy they're still engulfed in an aura of melancholy. You can write them in a good ending au and it still tastes bitter. And I don't mean it as a bad thing. You guys write Oscar and Arthur like they're doomed Sea and Moon yuri and I fuck with it. So hard. Yall are insanely talented. But also insanely sad. Do you guys want a cookie.

Arkayne. I'm convinced that all Arkayne shippers are actually Kayne's alternative accounts. Yall are ruthless but in the best way possible. Going through Malevolent you either defaultly ship jarthur or arkayne and I have nothing but awe for those whose heart calls for arkayne. I love your fics, guys. Having them in my browser history is incriminating but god. You really look at everyone else and cackle maniacally because you can do anything. Yall can go as crazy as humanly possible and that would still be Kayne. I love arkayne shippers because yall are genuinely so so fun. Yall are the type of people wh didn't drown their sims in pools. Because it was old and boring. Your ghosts were all colors of the rainbow because yall went overboard with your stuff. Honestly same.

Larson and Yellow shippers are quiet and almost unnoticeable but they make the most jaw-dropping gut-wrenching fanfiction known to man. They take Yellow and sink their teeth into him ruthlessly. Where John fans dissect him with care and patience, Yellow enjoyers tear him apart and drag the raw still-beating heart out of him. Whereas other shippers make stuff with hope, your works are embraced in a stench of doom. And it's sweet but in a way rotten flesh is sweet. You take Larson and Yellow and ask the question, can they see salvation and become better together? Then you make them try through blood and sweat and tears and tell them NO. And it leaves them both in agony. And it leaves me in agony. "Raw" is really the best word that comes to mind to describe you. I love you but please stop hurting me.

Larthur idk never saw anyone ship it but if someone does delete your account lmao. Freaks.

There is like a dozen more ships you can make but I've only yapped about the most prominent ones. Will make a part two if there's stuff I genuinely forgot or can yap about. It's 4 am please don't be hard on me if I missed something ultra obvious. It'll come to me.

And jarthur shippers. You think I forgot that don't you. I didn't. It's a fully conscious decision.

#malevolent #arthur lester #malevolent podcast #john malevolent #john doe malevolent #yellow malevolent #kayne malevolent #the butcher malevolent #dennis collins #noel finely #charlie dowd #oscar malevolent #blind faith #dollins #arkayne #wallace larson

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rivalswrites · 5 months ago

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Valentine's Day special 1/4

Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.

Summery: giving everyone on the Marvel Rivals roster a kiss (with plot!!)

Valentine's Masterlist

Underage characters and animal characters will be platonic (there will be a reminder for each one

Characters included: Adam, Black Panther, Black Widow, Captain America, Cloak & Dagger, Doctor Strange, Groot, Hawkeye, Hela

It's late afternoon, and you're both alone in the infirmary. Neither of you are injured, but somehow the monotone atmosphere of the room has become a special place for you two to hang out. It's a place that barely anyone actually uses, maybe once in a blue moon when there's no mystical healer to instantly redo any damage (which is a very rare occasion.)

Perched upon a bed with a really still mattress, you look down at him, he who isn't sitting next to you- but instead below you. He's on the floor, on his knees, and his face lays on your leg like it's the most comfortable pillow ever. His hands hold both your legs together while your hands play with his hair gently, softly brushing through and horribly braiding it before brushing it out again.

You're both talking, about anything that comes to mind- usually it's about the impending doom of the multiverse, but today? Today the conversation flowed about space. It all started when you had mentioned you'd never truly seen space until you were thrown into Wakanda- the one that was far into the future, in space. That little comment had sparked Adam to inform you all about it, he described it's beauty and was saddened you'd never seen him home truly: when you told him you could see it from earth he said it wasn't the same as actually being in the stars, traveling through it.

His face was bright, looking up at you with- forgive me- stars in his eyes and a large smile that definitely molded his whole face. The bright aura around him almost glowed, you swore he actually was- but maybe that was just the light meeting his skin.

Gently, your hand moved from his scalp to his cheek to hold it: making him look more towards you as you leaned down. Quickly he stopped talking, his breath hitching at the closeness, his grip on your legs tightened a little too. Ever so gently, you pulled his face up and laid a kiss on his lips- closing your eyes and leaning into it. Adam happily returned it, using his legs to push himself up and meet you with more passion than he had with his talk of space.

When you pull away he follows, now he's fully standing on his knees and his eyes are fluttering open. His face is in a pout because he wanted more, for it to last longer. Your thumb rubs his cheek and he leans his face into it while looking up at you with big eyes.

Giving in, you lean down and give him another quick kiss on his forehead before pulling back. “You're so cute when you talk about your home.”

Honestly you weren't even expecting to see him much today. It was a common occurrence at the moment to not see him often due to how much time he spent in the labs working with his sister. The stress of keeping Wakanda safe while working to fix the multiversal problem and fight against Doom.

You didn't hold it against him, but that didn't stop you from wanting to see him. Everyday passed by and it was sad how you really only saw each other at night for a short dinner and bed. But this work was important to him, everyone knew. And so you let it be and took what you could get, enjoying the dinners and cuddling up in bed. Until that wasn't enough.

One could go only so far without affection that everyone craves, so you deemed it okay to interrupt his work- just a little. The doors to the lab were pushed open and you walked into said lab.

He was sitting in a chair, hunched over and looking over what you assumed was data. Shuri caught a glimpse of you, afraid you had been caught. You raised your hand in a shushing motion while tilting your hair towards T’challa. Thankfully Shuri was smart and got the memo, quickly turning around and continuing her work.

Sneaking up on him was difficult, you knew he had a keen sense of his surroundings, but you tried anyway.

“I know you are there” he says, not even moving from his place. So much for trying.

“Fine, I've been caught, but can you blame me for trying?” You reply, walking up to him quickly and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Your head leaning on his as you glance at his work, stuff you didn't know much about- but that didn't stop you from looking.

T’challa chuckled and leaned his head back to yours, pushing against it in a loving way- something you'd both do as a way of playful love. “I cannot, my love” finally, he had turned to look at you, face to face. His smile was something you had missed so much.

“You work so long” you mutter, laying your forehead against his and closing your eyes.

His eyes wandered around your face, you couldn't see it but his eyes were full of regret. “I know my dear, and I am sorry” he responded, his hands coming up to cup your face.

“Don't be, I know it's important.” His heart pangs with guilt, and he almost instantly followed up your own words with “and you are too.”

A quiet hum left you, but that was all that was said. He knew he had to make it up somehow, and that he couldn't make up for all the time he'd made you spend alone. So he did the only thing he could think of at the moment, pulling your face closer to his and giving you a kiss.

It was passionate, and loving, his feelings easily conveyed to you. Obviously you returned, arms tightening around him to get closer. The kiss was quicker than expected, but it didn't feel like it- either way you both knew that the love between you two was something that couldn't be broken by time apart (though he later promises to take more time for you).

You were sitting on the bathroom counter, swinging your legs a little as you wrapped yourself around Natasha. She moved around a lot, seeing as she was doing her makeup, but you didn't care- you just continued to lay on her shoulders and enjoy the smell of her hair wash.

“Enjoying yourself sweetheart?” She asked, leaning her head on yours while her arm wrapped around your shoulders mutually- mostly so he could get her mascara out of its container. The only reply you have was a soft “mmm” and a nudge closer to her.

She laughed at that, patting your back before focusing on the mirror behind you to get her mascara on.

It's a quiet atmosphere, your breathing mixed together and the messing around of makeup were about the only thing that made noise.

Switching hands, she skillfully works around you to get her other eye- pulling back and blinking to get a good look at herself. To make sure she got it right she pulled back, her hands resting on your arms to push you back too. “C'mon Sweetheart, look at tell me if it's alright.” It was easy, staring at your girlfriend's face with her permission. A true honor.

Time felt like it stopped, her gorgeous face looking right at yours with a smile. Her arms came up to rest on your shoulders, hands connecting behind you to almost cage you- but it also caged her because your legs were locked around her in almost the same way.

“Yeah,” you mutter “looks great, Nat.” She smiled more, pulling her hands to rest on your neck and pulling you close. “Always so good to me” Natasha said, pulling your head close. The two of your bodies were so close, and you both seemed to enjoy it. No complaints when your faces were inches apart.

“Always so pretty, Nat” you mutter, leaning in and closing your eyes, your hands resting on her back. Her laugh was angelic, as she leaned in and pressed her lips to yours quickly- pulling back soon after, “you're lucky I haven't put any lipstick on yet” she said before leaning in to kiss you again: this time for longer.

Music floated through the air, a vinyl running of some old song he had enjoyed back in his day, before being frozen. Steve laid on his back on the bed, humming along with the song as he rubbed your back. It was night, and he always had the vinyl running at night, something that helped relax- other than being with you.

Neither of you were asleep, something that occurred often with the both of you. Insomnia, you had told him about it one time, but he didn't pay much mind to what you had said- as rude as that was.

All he thought about was that it was more time awake with you, in a nice quiet atmosphere.

He tilted his head when he heard you take a deep breath, more like a sigh. “What's up?” Steven muttered, his hand rubbing your shoulder and pulling you closer.

“‘m tired” you replied, hugging him closer. “Then why don't you go to sleep, hm?” rolling over on his side, his other arm wrapped around your back and rested his hand on your lower back.

“Not without my kiss.” Steve chuckled at this, his laugh bubbling over to where your head that laid on his chest moved along with it. “Alright, how can I neglect your nightly routine?” he said, leaning his head down and raising his hand to cup your face.

You followed suit, raising your own head and staring at his face, memorizing the soft features of his old face- though it doesn't look old, obviously because of the ice he was stuck in for years.

Unsurprisingly he leans in for a kiss, and so in turn you do too. It starts off with a quick peck, but Steve couldn't get enough, so he keeps going in for more. The more he kissed you the longer he lingered before eventually he wouldn't- no, couldn't leave your lips. They were so addicting, and even though they were slightly chapped he still thought they were the best thing in the world.

When he did pull back, he rested his face on yours, tucking it over and pulling you closer. “Sleep baby, I'll be here” he whispered, rubbing your back calmly to get you to sleep- which works. The soft music playing along with his warmth easily puts you to sleep, satisfied with your goodnight kiss. Steve stays up for awhile longer, thinking about how thankful he was to have someone like you amidst the chaos.

(Platonic)

“You both are utterly ridiculous, charging in like that,” The pair was guilty of your claim, looking down while sitting at the table “you two could've been seriously hurt. Waiting for the team to come back would've been the smart option. The scolding had gone on for a while, and both Tandy and Tyrone were accepting of it.

They weren't used to having someone to take care of them, especially after they had been out on the streets, but they were still kids. That's what puts you on edge, them being children fighting for the universe like that.

Tyrone was currently the one physically there, playing with the drawstrings of his hoodie and avoiding eye contact. Tandy was the one who wanted to rush in, but he knew that whoever's idea it was didn't matter.

“We're sorry, really.” Tyrone muttered, continuing, “We thought we could hold the point until everyone came back.” He looks off to the side, his body shrinking in on itself- obviously as a defense mechanism. The poor boy.

With a sigh, you sat down next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “And I get that, I've done things like that before too- but you're both just kids…”

Tyrone whispered out a ‘yeah’ and leaned into your build. “I'm frustrated, but I know thinking stuff out in the midst of battle is hard” you comforted, patting Tyrone’s back. “Don't beat yourself up, you're both trying your best.”

Pulling Tyrone closer, you give him a kiss on the forehead. “Doing great, you're both strong for agreeing to help us all fix the entanglement.”

Before you could even process it, a flash of light blinded you for a second. When you blinked back your eyesight you saw Tandy sitting where Tyrone just was, “I want one too” she said- more like demanded. “A kiss, right here.” Tandy then pointed to her forehead, staring at you intently.

“Alright sweetheart, calm your horses.” Leaning down again you place a kiss on Tandy’s forehead too, just like you did with Tyrone.

“I worry for you both, please just wait next time.” Pulling Tandy closer, she snuggles up into your side- almost demanding all of your warmth for her and Tyrone to have, all to themselves.

It didn't take a detective to find out his hands weren't what they used to be, and while they had recovered it was still difficult from time to time.

This was one of those times.

Strange sat on the floor, legs crossed and staring down at his hands. His stare was intense, and he was definitely deep in thought- bad thoughts, you knew it all too well. Hands shaking as they laid in his lap, his fingers twitch involuntarily every few seconds.

You took it upon yourself to help him, as his partner it was a duty you took up because you knew he couldn't stop himself when he was like this. Taking his hands in yours, you pulled him onto your lap- it was comical, his large frame on top of yours when usually it'd be the other way around.

“You're doing it again,” you said, raising his hands and cupping them together before giving his knuckles a kiss. “Looking like you hate it.”

“I do” he replied, leaning his head on yours and making eye contact. “My life would've been different.” There was silence, he'd never brought that longing up before- but you knew. He wanted a normal life, he longed for it at times.

“Yeah”, you pause and look him right in the eye, “but then I'd never have met you. That'd be devastating.” You take a pout, which gets a chuckle out of him.

His hands resting on your shoulders, your hands on top of his. “Yeah” he mimics you.

The quiet between the two of you is calm, tame, and neither of you want to break it. But you do anyways, “I know it's hard for you, but you know more than anyone that dwelling on the past isn't good.”

Steven groaned quietly, turning his hand to look away before your hand shot up and grabbed his jaw- forcing him to look at you. “Hey. Don't go doing that, don't close yourself off from me.” The tone you used was demanding, yet still soft. “Love you too much to not want your baggage” you joke, smiling up at him.

Blush decorated his face, flushing over your assertiveness. Your hand on his face warmed the skin underneath, it almost burned under your hand. “Right.” He mutters, resting his forehead on yours.

With a proud smile you lean in and give him a kiss, your hand moving from his jaw to his cheek- carding through his facial hair and scratching at it slightly. His hands on your shoulders tighten their grip before moving to your upper back where he holds you close.

(Platonic)

Being friends with a living tree was an interesting thing to process, especially after learning he could talk (albeit only 3 words). Groot was a kind, gentle soul- tree, he always seemed to understand.

It was a quiet day, the two of you were talking out in a forest. Well, Groot was walking, you were on his shoulder and enjoying the view. After gaining permission from the Guardians, you took Groot to a broken part of some random universe where everything had become overgrown- assuming he'd enjoy the nature.

Which he did.

In fact, he enjoyed it a lot. So much so that he sat down halfway through your walk and just leaned on a tree. Your back hit the tree too, but it didn't bother either of you, instead you rested your hand on top of Groots head and patted it- even with how uncomfortable it was with all the spikes.

“I am Groot” he looked up at you. “What's that buddy?” You glanced down, leaning forward to see him better.

“I am Groot” he repeats, holding up his hand this time. In-between his fingers was a flower, painted a pretty blue.

“Oh Groot, it's beautiful” reaching down, you grasp the flower and bring it closer to get a better look. You can see little bugs scurry along the petals, little ants and a ladybug. “Is this for me?”

“I am Groot” he replied, smiling up at you. “Thank you Groot, I really appreciate it.” Leaning down you place a quick peck on his head, watching as the area where the kiss was planted sprouted little tiny flowers.

A pizza box was thrown into the dinner table, Clint walking past it after he dropped it into the table. He was freshly done with a game/mission and all he wanted to do was take a shower and eat junk- hence the pizza.

He paused at the bedroom door, which was cracked open, and stood there for a second before leaning forward to look inside. There he spotted you, laying on the bed on your stomach- watching a show on your shared laptop. With a grin, he opened the door and walked in as quietly as the ronin could (which was very).

Standing at the edge of the bed he peered down at the computer- some action show was playing and he could tell you weren't paying too much attention to it. Hell, you were dozing off a little, head tilting down every now and then before snapping up. ‘Adorable’, he thought to himself.

It was pretty dark outside, arguably he thought you should be asleep by now, but he knew how you were- wanting to stay up and see him come home. Raising his leg he got onto the bed, trapping your legs in-between his. Before you could even realize what was going on he flipped down, trapping you underneath him. The bed dipped under his weight not adding onto yours, and his arms wrapped around your neck.

“Hey there sweetheart” he grins, leaning his head on your shoulder and nuzzling his nose into the side of your face. “Clint! You scared me” you muttered, turning and bumping his nose with yours.

A laugh bubbles from his chest, verberating into your back as he does so. “Sorry baby, couldn't help it. So happy you waited for me.” He said, cuddling up and tightening his grip on you. “I got dinner.”

You let out a hum, shutting the laptop and moving it to the side table. Shuffling the bed sheets around you leaned onto your side, bringing Barton with you, and then turning around to meet him face to face. “You stink.”

“Wha- hey! I just got back, give me a break.” He cried out, crowding your space with how close he held you. His cheek nuzzles into your hair and acts all hurt.

“Take a shower before you stink up our bed” you draw out, pretending to push him away while laughing. “C'mon, just a quick one?”

Clint pretended to think, staring at the wall behind you for a minute or two. “Alright,” he let go of you and leaned up on his arm “but give me a kiss first?” bargaining was all a part of his game.

You scoffed at his comment, but leaned up and placed a hand on his chest anyways. “Just don't use all the hot water” you mutter before leaning in and giving him a kiss. He quickly deepened the kiss, grabbing a hold of the back of your head and groaning into it before pulling away quickly- leaving you a little dazed from the unexpectedness and how tired you were.

“Alright, Pizza’s on the table.”

The TV was on and one of the various streaming platforms was open, as Hela has graciously agreed to watch a show with you. She always claimed modern entertainment was under her, but for her lover she could make an exception- you had basically begged her, saying it was something she might like. So here she is, sitting on the plush couch and an arm wrapped around your shoulder.

Television wasn't her thing, being the old fashioned gal she was- and the fact that Asgardian entertainment was very different, but if you thought it would be something she might like she'd give it a try.

You pointed the remote at the screen, scrolling until you found it and clicked play on it. Hela didn't particularly care for the name or intro sequence, using the hand over your shoulder to play with your hair. Her face was close to yours, you could feel her breath on your ear if you focused hard enough.

Eventually though, something had piqued her interest- and while she did continue to play with your hair, she slowly let her attention go to the screen. It was a history show, or something that played on actual history, so interesting how it was different to Asguardian texts.

Your hair laid on her shoulder and you grabbed her hand now resting idly on your shoulder, intertwining your fingers together. “Thank you for watching with me” you mutter, rolling your eyes up to look at her face. “I really appreciate it.”

The response she gave was different from what you were expecting- a simple hum of acknowledgement- instead she leaned down and kissed the side of your head. “You mortals get excited over the smallest thing, I find it… endearing.” She said, leaning her head on yours, “only when it's you though” she corrected herself quietly.

#marvel rivals #marvel rivals x reader #marvel x reader #adam warlock x reader #black panther x reader #black widow x reader #Captain America x reader #hawkeye x reader #hela x reader #platonic fic #valentines day special #marvel #gotg adam warlock #gotg groot #the avengers #cloak & dagger & reader #groot & reader

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thisonegirl · 8 days ago

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Further thoughts that I don’t really feel need elaboration:

Boggs is definitely within my top 5 characters. He was one of the only people that saw Katniss for the CHILD she was. He didn’t see the Mockingjay, he saw a girl thrown into the middle of a war as the face of it. He was kind, understanding, honest and protective. I generally love how Suzanne writes her black characters like Reaper, Cinna, Rue, Thresh, Beetee and so on, but Boggs is my favorite of them all.

I deeply dislike Coin. This time around, as I watched with adult eyes (maybe a bit biased too) I realised that she was unlikable from the get go but it was mainly just the annoyance in the condescending way she spoke and her slight tendencies of authoritarianism. Then BOOM, the shoe dropped and yes, she was as bad as Snow.

Finnick’s death hit me harder this time around. Again, watching with adult eyes and minds as well as context. He is an incredibly strong person that deserved far more than the cruel cards he was dealt. He and Annie deserved their fairytale happy ending.

I saw someone say that they hated that Katniss had kids at the end and to that I say you missed the point. She finally left safe enough to bring kids into the world. That was the point. THE WORLD IS FINALLY SAFE.

I pity Katniss so much. Such a heavy burden was placed on her all because she had a good heart. I love her even more for taking it in stride and becoming the hero they needed her to be even if it wasn’t what she wanted. I thought a bit about MHA when Deku says that “my body moves on its own”. How he moves to help before he can even think. Katniss is a bit like that, she helps because it’s her natural response too.

I wonder if Haymich thinks of all the posters that have been painted from his games up until the last one. It’s sad that he hasn’t seen the ones from before.

I like Joanna. Quite a bit actually even though she had some misdirected anger towards Katniss.

I’m happy that Haymich opened up to Katniss and Peeta. I love that he let them in.

Someone said Prim was always meant to die. The reaping, the bombing in 12, the bunker evac in 13. In a way I get what they meant but it still felt “wasteful” that she ended up dying in the end. Her sister saving her life was the catalyst to the whole thing. In my wishful thinking, I would’ve loved to see them all together enjoying the fruit of their fight and love.

I’m sorry but I can’t help but compare Katniss’ mom to Haymich’s. Their reactions to their husbands’ deaths are on such different ends of the spectrum.

I hate Snow, despise him even. But even I cannot deny the aura that man has. I’M SORRY but when he said “We both know I’m not above killing children, but I’m not wasteful.” CHILLS BUT IN THE WORST WAY.

Plutarch is such an interesting character and I love the mystery that he carries. Someone who cannot be placed in any box. Such a spectacular mind.

Someone said “Coin was lucky Maysilee wasn't around to read her and her fuckass bob” AND PERIOD!!

There was something poetic about Katniss ending a cycle before it began with Coin and letting the people end the Snow.

“We go home.” Haymich, Katniss and Peeta going off together was so special to me. I love that they found the peace and solace they deserved and chose to spend it in each other’s company.

Beetee had a pregnant wife y’all… let me leave it at that.

Maysilee had one hell of a poster.

#the hunger games mockingjay #the hunger games #the hunger games series #the hunger games catching fire #sunrise on the reaping #thg series #thg sotr #sotr #haymitch abernathy #beetee latier #finnick odair #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #primrose everdeen #maysilee donner #corionalus snow #thisonegirlwrites

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meiyokbf · 1 month ago

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under your spell | characters

series masterlist.

(y/n) (y/l/n)

21yo; english literature major & education minor (honors student, but make it anxious); gym rat with soft arms and heart; known lesbian with a letterboxd list that says “movies that could be queer if you try hard enough”; quiet but will verbally annihilate you if provoked; dreams of teaching neurodivergent kids because their little brother is autistic and the school system is absolute trash; introvert but terrifyingly perceptive; #1 darth maul truther; builds LEGOs for stress relief and yes they alphabetize their annotated jane austen collection; owns one (1) double-ended lightsaber and brings it to jedi-con every year in full cosplay; plays sad girl guitar songs in the dark like they’re in a 2007 film montage; wears slightly oversized button ups like armor; deeply romantic but emotionally repressed; manon’s ride or die; main character in disguise.

megan skiendiel

22yo; dancer at a downtown club (stage name: jade, real name: classified unless you earn it); high school dropout with god-tier rhythm and undiagnosed dyslexia; ex-dreamer who wanted to study dance but ended up stripping to survive; red wine enthusiast, silver jewelry collector, owner of half a dozen unread books and one very full “strip & cry” playlist; loves hard but panics when it gets real; emotionally complex with the mouth of a menace and the hands of someone who’ll trace your scars like a poem; doesn’t read anything but loves being read to; lashes sharp, laugh sharper; ran from home, cut off her brother, hasn’t called her mom in two years; has never had someone say her name like a promise, until now.

manon bannerman

23yo; fashion design major (final year, barely sleeping); half-italian, half-ghanaian, half-swiss. tiktok semi-famous for outfit breakdowns, twilight monologues, and screaming about bisexual icons at 2am; sharp straight eyebrows that strike fear into professors and fuckboys alike; lip gloss applier, emotional support instigator, and human glitter bomb; cries during fights but still wins them; cannot not scream when talking about something she loves; hopeless romantic trapped in the body of a girl who’s too hot for her own good; close to daniela, attached to (y/n); would die & kill for that lesbian; took lara home the night they met and now is in a personal situationship hell with her; says she’s unbothered. never is.

lara rajagopalan

22yo; stage name: dallas (but lara if you want her soft); red-haired, emotionally evasive, and hot in that “don’t ask me about my past” way; flirt game: lethal, but selective—she won’t waste it on someone who won’t ruin her; ex-music girlie who dropped out of college after the first semester and ended up dancing to pay her bills; still writes songs in her notes app and hums them in the shower as if her dreams didn’t rot in her chest; megan’s first real loyalty and longest kept friend; has stuck with her through thick & thin; hooked up with manon one time and that event has haunted her ever since; touches like she means it, stays quiet when she’s scared; wants love but doesn’t trust it, not yet.

daniela avanzini

22yo; venezuelan-cuban dance major; her field of study is ballroom dancing and how that’s connected with afro-caribbean culture; body built for heartbreak choreo and a mouth that doesn’t know how to whisper; says she’s straight while making eye contact with hot girls; manon swears she’s gonna turn her gay eventually; cries mid-dance and pretends it was sweat; originally side-eyed megan, thought she was too secretive. wears crop tops like armor, low waisted pants are her literal religion; says “i’m fine” while clearly not, and loves louder than she thinks. throws hands and heals hearts— sometimes in the same night.

sophia laforteza

24yo; musical theatre girlie with a motherly aura and a glittery heart; filipina, endlessly warm, always smells like jasmine & hugs; sings out her feelings, texts like a love letter, but cries when other people win. barista by day, sweetheart by night. roommates with yoonchae and fiercely protective of megan; met her on a community dance class and have been inseparable since; keeps everyone alive with boba tea, playlists, and exactly the kind of comfort that makes you fall apart and feel safe at the same time. gives second chances like she breathes, wears skirts that swish when she walks, and always carries extra gum. lowkey looks like a disney princess and loves disney movies like it’s a religion—will cry over tangled every single time.

jeung yoonchae

19yo; south-korean, moved to the states to study art history; intentionally unintentional bad bitch; quiet, soft, and emotionally lethal. never raises her voice but still wins the argument; roommate to sophia, accidental emotional support for megan, says one thing every five hours and it always slaps. watches people like she’s sketching their emotional outlines, doesn’t like attention but commands it anyway. owns exactly three pairs of shoes, all equally important; lowkey neurodivergent; flirts in lowercase and apologizes with action, not words.

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writersrkive · 7 months ago

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Light | Aaron Hotchner

summary: since a few days ago, you have been distracted. Something about the holidays and Christmas is triggering to you. Apparently, the team doesn't notice this, but your boss, of course, does. He is troubled, but when you say that you are sick on Christmas Eve, right before dinner, he is ready to go with you and keep you company. He also appears with a small gift that can cheer you up.

genre: angst, hurt, comfort.

pairing: Aaron Hotchner x bau!gn!reader

warning: holidays and Christmas being a nostalgic/sad holiday to reader, mention of reader not being from Virginia, family issues (reader), reader is new member of the team, allusion of an age gap (not specific), reader being called "kid" two or three times.

a/n: so... maybe I projected myself a bit into this fic. I hope whoever feels like the main character feels some comfort and understanding here. I'm sorry if there's anything wrong with the writing, I haven't edited yet, but I wanted it posted before Christmas (it's 11pm in my country). English isn't my first language, please be kind <3. Merry Christmas reader, thank you for being here one more year! I'm proud of you.

Navigation Criminal Minds masterlist Spanish ver. On Wattpad (coming soon)

Christmas isn't what it was a few years ago, but neither was your family. When you decided to move to Virginia, far from home, it was hard for you because despite having a broken family, the feeling of wanting to fix everything for everyone was still there. The holidays, especially Christmas, brought back memories of when everything was fine —or so it seemed—.

The dynamic of the team was like a family, but as the newest member —and one of the youngest— it was hard to feel completely into it. However, you didn't feel as isolated as you did at first. So, they didn't notice how nostalgic and sad your aura was the days before.

Oh, but Aaron, your boss, did.

It started the day that some workmates decorated the office with a mini Christmas tree, lights and bows. Everyone was heading home, except him, as usual. The paper work ended so the stoic man was closing the door of his office when he noticed the way you were standing in front of the tree, almost giving him your back. He could see half of the profile he caught himself admiring often. The lights were reflected in the sad look similar to that of a child hoping to obtain something impossible.

“Why are you still here?” He asked, not scolding, but rather with curiosity.

“Oh, good night Hotch. I was finishing some paperwork.” Your expression showed that you had come out of a trance.

“Are you done?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Maybe we can walk to our cars together.”

“Sure.”

He didn't try to make small talk. The feeling of tiredness was in the air, but he also felt that he shouldn't try to break down any kind of personal barrier that you had at that moment. Because despite showing a friendly smile, it was obvious that your mind was somewhere else.

Then, a few days later, you were distracted by something peculiar.

“Hey, are you okay?” Derek asked when he noticed that you weren't listening to his theories. Hotch was talking to a police officer, but he was looking at the way your workmate and you were analyzing the crime scene. “Are you cold?” His teasing smile made you chuckle slightly.

“Yeah. I still haven't gotten used to the weather, sorry.” The lie went unnoticed by your colleague. They were profilers, but you were one too, so it was kind of easy to fake certain things. It wasn't right, but at that time of the year you just wanted to survive. Besides, you couldn't tell them anything, not because you didn't trust them, but because it was too much to handle.

Across the street, Aaron looked in the direction you were looking before Derek spoke to you. It was a park a few blocks away. There was an ice rink, giant decorations, and lots of families gathered around. What could that place have to distract you so much?

There were many other occasions like that. The last time was on Christmas Eve. Months ago, Penelope had decided to buy an instant camera to take photos of the team inside and outside of work, when they had days off.

“Here it is, my beautiful fellas!” The blonde said excitedly. “Your handmade Christmas gift!”

She made all of you sit around the table, so she could put in the center the sparkling red notebook, with silver letters. 'Memories at the BAU' could be read.

“Garcia! It's so beautiful!” Emily said, smiling. Derek hugged his friend in appreciation and JJ got closer to Emily so she could see better.

“Look at that. Always a great time for pasta.” Rossi joked looking at one of the pictures where he could be seen making pasta for dinner after a heavy case.

“Always looking good.” Derek said pointing at a picture of him posing with one of the plushies García had at her office.

“Look at us! But why do you look so sad?” JJ joked looking at a group photo. You could be seen at the back with a forced smile.

“I was a little tired, sorry.” You answered, but the reality was that you had received some messages from your family minutes before that photo was taken.

“Hey, why did you take a photo of me taking a nap?” The confused tone in Spencer's voice made you laugh a little, but Aaron noticed the way your eyes didn't light up.

“Does anyone know where our newest member is?” Derek asked, smiling. He can't help but remember the way Emily, JJ and he teased you before. You started to get late to a few compromises —it happened at work once or twice—, but your boss didn't scold you like he would scold anyone else on the team. “He has a soft spot for someone.” Derek playfully twitched that time, thinking the bags under your eyes weren't caused by anything but work —he was wrong—.

“The kid just sent a message to the group chat.” Rossi announced.

“Sick?” Penelope showed her worry, reading your message.

Aaron felt a weird pinch on the chest. He immediately got even more worried than everyone in Rossi's house, even if his face just tensed a little bit more than usual. In his mind he debated whether to go with you to make sure you were okay, even though it might be intrusive.

Maybe you needed space….

Or maybe there was something else you weren't telling them, just like he noticed before.

“Am… I think I'm a little bit sick too.” He whispered after a while.

“What? We are about to eat dinner.” Emily said a little sad. She was worried about the team's health now that Aaron and you were sick.

“I'll be fine. I'm going to take some food with me in case I get hungry later." His movements were a little fast, as if in a hurry.

“Are you sure you don't need a medic, Aaron?” His old friend said and the boss could sense a little teasing in his tone.

“I'm good, I just need to go right now. I'll see you tomorrow. Everyone, please be safe.” The team could sense sincerity in those words when he gave them one last look, after he took the food, his jacket and his keys, and before stepping out of the house.

“Kid is gonna have some company.” Derek teased and everyone, including Reid, smiled knowing what was going on.

Both of you were surprised when you opened the door. He didn't expect to see you with red puffy eyes and nose, and you didn't expect him there, in front of your house, holding some tuppers with food and something else tangled in his arms.

“Hotch?” Your furrowed eyebrows and tilted head made his chest feel warm. You looked confused and also cute. He felt a little bad to think like that when something was wrong with you.

“I needed to make sure you were okay.” That's all he said.

“Oh… Am… I'm just a little…”

“Sick? I don't think so. You have been acting weird, and Christmas has something to do with that. I know because apparently it triggers something that makes you… sad.” His voice was soft. It felt like he didn't want to expose you, but he needed to show how much he knew about the situation. “I don't think you actually fool them. At least, not now. Maybe in the beginning, but that wasn't my case.” But you did feel exposed, even a little ashamed. The lack of movement told Hotch that you were uncomfortable. “I'm sorry…”

“It's okay. I guess it's impossible to fool S.S.A. Aaron Hotchner.” You showed a sad smile, it was more like a grin. “Wait, what about Jack?”

“He's with his aunt. They were on a trip I couldn't join because of obvious reasons. I guess we can keep each other company.” Little by little he had begun to show a smile that was contagious to you.

“Sure.”

When he walked in he noticed the lack of decorations on the surroundings. There was just a small tree at the back of a hall. It had a start at the top and had some lights and spheres. That was it.

“I'm sorry if I'm being intrusive, but can I ask what's wrong?” he asked when you started to help him to put the food on two plates.

You sighted thinking about all the things you needed to explain so you could give him an answer. “It's complicated. I don't know if I wanna talk about that.”

“That's okay. Then, can you tell me how you are feeling?”

You smiled, knowing he changed the question so as not to make you feel uncomfortable, while still keeping in mind the fact that he needed to know how you were feeling. “Everything brings memories. I'm supposed to be with my family, but what family?” I asked, sitting next to him in the kitchen. “Sometimes I wish things were like before, like having a time machine and just going there: where everyone was. Now I know how heavy the family issues were, but I was a kid so at least I was living in a lie… a good lie.”

“I know family is complicated. There's people who hurt other people, and that's not right, but there's too much.”

“Exactly…”

“But you have a family here too, now.” He whispered. And the way he looked at you made you feel like you weren't alone, at least not how you have thought.

“That's why I bring Rossi's lasagna with me. He's gonna be sad if you don't get to try it.”

Dinner was good. Of course you loved Rossi's cooking, but you came to the conclusion that it was because of the company of your boss. He helped a lot by distracting you, chatting about Jack, some plans outside of work and various things. After a few hours you couldn't handle your curiosity anymore.

“Hotch, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what is it?” Apparently, your question took him by surprise, perhaps it was the tone in which you spoke to him, almost tenderly.

“What is that?” You pointed at what he left coiled up on the armrest of one of the sofas in your living room. It looked like a silver wire with transparent stuff on it.

“These are Jack's favorite lights. We bought it a few years ago. He loved them until we bought a set of identical, larger lights. Do you want to see?”

“Yes!” Your childish tone made him smile.

He untangled the lights and plugged them into the nearest socket, quickly his hands and the place where the lights rested shone brightly.

“Wow…” It was almost a whisper, but Aaron enjoyed the answer as if it was a shout of joy. “These are beautiful.”

“I knew you liked the lights.”

“Huh? Oh! You mean the night when you caught me staring at the…”

“Yeah.”

“Well, yeah, I liked lights. I think I've always liked them, but at some point the feeling became sad."

“They are for you.”

“No, but, Jack…”

“Like I said, he has new ones, so, there's no problem. He will love that you have them.”

“Can you help me to…” You hesitated.

“Sure. Let's go, where do you want them?”

A fun playlist invaded your house. While Hotch held a ladder and watched your back to see if you lost your balance, you placed the string of lights in the living room window.

“Can you turn them on?” You asked him gently. The decorated window came to life as did your eyes and Aaron couldn't feel calmer as he admired your excited countenance.

“I'm glad you liked them.”

Suddenly, cries of excitement were heard from neighboring houses and some Christmas songs began to play from the speakers of nearby restaurants even louder.

“Merry Christmas, Hotch.” You said when you came down from the ladder. The man who came to brighten your night didn't think that seeing your expression would fill his chest with warmth.

“Merry Christmas, kid.”

You definitely didn't know or would have imagined that the man who watched your back at work was what you needed to feel better. He brought the light you needed for days.

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bones4thecats · 2 years ago

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Adopting Their Fallen Enemy's Child (PT.3) ~ RoR/SnV x Child! Reader

Type of Writing: Poll Result Characters: Qin Shi Huang, Jack the Ripper, Sasaki Kojiro, & Child! Reader Name: Adopting Their Fallen Enemy's Child (PT.4) Original Poll Link: Here Other Parts: (PT.1), (PT.2), & (PT.3)

A/N: Okay, this is the final part of this series until the next few rounds of Ragnarok come out! Now, enjoy!!

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👑 This guy never realized a small child watching his fight against the God of the Underworld, Hades

👑 So, when he heard many Gods yelling and the small footsteps of a child's, he spun himself around while Alvitr gasped and said your name

👑 Qin Shi Huang had a small soft spot for children, and whenever he saw one crying, he'd feel so bad for them, no matter their status

👑 But, he was the most sad for you...

👑 You looked completely different from your father, the only real things telling you guys were family was the leaf markings on your face and neck, your elf-like ears, and aura you both carried

👑 He paused and looked at his Valkyrie for some help, in which she just looked at you with pity before motioning her hand to you

👑 Qin sat down next to you as you bawled where your father once stood, asking him why he wanted to fight and why life wasn't being fair

👑 The Gods and Humans gasped as Qin laid your head on his lap, he patted your head as the medical staff came running out to you both

👑 When he awoke, he saw you laying on his chest while reading a small book the staff gave you

👑 He looked at you and pat your head, causing you to hug his good hand and try healing his two missing fingers, to which he said;

" I'm surprised you don't hate my guts because of what happened out there! It's quite amazing how calm you are despite the circumstances, kiddo! In fact, would you like to stay here and watch the next few rounds with me? I don't mind! "

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🩸 Jack admired your father, Heracles, for who he was and the color he radiated, so when he felt another similar, yet smaller form running into the arena with a slight amount of fear, he froze

🩸 Humanity stayed silent as your tiny form ran out of the hallway and towards your crumpling father, crying his name

🩸 The killer and the warrior looked back and saw you, and your father chuckled, commenting on how stubborn you were

" Hey hun, don't worry about your old dad, okay? You'll see me again sometime! " " Don't lie to me, daddy! I can't stand it when you lie! "

🩸 Jack stared at you both witch a hint of sadness in his heart, but, he wondered, why did he feel this way? He never had before since he was a child

🩸 Heracles looked at Jack and alerted him with your name, making him look up from you and into your father's blue eyes, which were slowly turning green and breaking apart

" Take care of them for me, yeah? "

🩸 You looked at Jack when your father turned into nothing and sniffed as he stiffened, why would he entrust his child to someone who killed when alive?

🩸 Humanity erupted in protest, stating you should return to your family, in which you held your hands to your ears and ran to grab Jack's leg in fear, and he had to hold himself back from really making you scared

🩸 Whatever reason Heracles had for giving him guardianship of you must have been important, so, what kind of gentleman would dishonor the wish of a fallen warrior?

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🌸 You watched your father get killed in front of you, you had every right to be upset at that human right now

🌸 Sasaki sat in the medical bay healing from your father's trident hits, and when he heard the distant calls of some of the Gods, he sat up in shock

🌸 Especially when his door burst open with a young child standing there, and when you closed it shut, his eyes widened when he really looked at you

🌸 Your outfit loosely resembled Poseidon's, from the tighter top to the charm around your waist and the cloth that fell down your legs

🌸 He looked at you and at the ground in shame, you must have been very upset with him, he had killed your father, but when you said the words that you said next, his heart jumped

" Do not worry, mortal man, I do not hate you for this. Rather, I dislike my father, he should have not engaged in such a puny battle against Humanity. And, I would like to apologize for his words, he wasn't the most pleasant man in Valhalla. "

🌸 Sasaki was officially shell-shocked

🌸 One would normally hate the one who killed their parent, but the way you just maturely confessed your true motive behind visiting him, it made him chuckle to himself

🌸 You were very daring, definitely taking after your father in that way, and the way you held yourself was very similar, making him looked back on the way your father looked up at where Zeus and Hermes laid

🌸 You must've been up there with your cousin and uncle watching

🌸 Sasaki smiled and offered you a seat by him, along with a drink, in which, after a long while of talking about his battle tactics, you asked him to adopt you, claiming your uncles, besides Hades, weirded you out

🌸 He chuckled at your bold question and nodded, stating;

" I would love to take you in as my own, dear heir of the sea. And while I'm not sure your family will be happy with this development, if you are alright with it, you may call me your father. "

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ancientnapdragon · 3 months ago

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the most self indulgent svsss au i will never write is like a double reach-around cross-universe type shit.

Luo Binghe is the tragic villain of Pathetic Demon's Immortal Revenge (or some equally stupid name). LBH is the Qing Jing Peak Lord who was well liked and well respected by the Cultivation world at large; rumored to be the most powerful one like ever. Had a super tragic backstory and always came across kind if a bit self sacrificial and distant.

This and the story is all experienced through the eyes of the Scum Protagonist, disciple Shen Jiu. SJ ALSO had a tragic past and was saved by LBH before being taken into the Sect. But he's like. You know. SJ. So he has it out for LBH and doesn't trust him because SJ would never allow himself to change or get any happy ending.

It culminates into SJ taking every chance to secretly slander and tear apart his Shizun's reputation until finally LBH is like tried for all these crimes he didn't commit. LBH ends up having like a qi deviation and gets real quirky before it ends up this like epic battle where SJ finally kills LBH. And SJ like gets away with all these years of framing his Shizun for all this terrible shit he never did. It's the most beautiful story that Shen Yuan has ever read! Critically acclaimed, multiple adaptations, ect ect. This real deep cut into trauma and how it effects people and their perceptions of others and all this stuff. When the story closes out SY cries so hard he chokes on a meat bun and then fucking dies. And woah! he gets transmigrated! As SJ! Except, like, the System kinda fucks up. And instead of actually taking SJ's body over, he becomes like his twin? But this works, because now he has a chance to save his favorite character ever, LBH, from his tragic death! And maybe he can also help out some of the other well rounded characters who suffered because of SJ in the novel!

EXCEPT. EXCEPT.

THE DOUBLE HORSESHIT REACHAROUND.

Meanwhile, one universe to the left, another SY is dealing with this exact same thing. He's the twin brother of Scum Villain SQQ, the Qing Jing Peak Lord. He's working SO HARD, even with his System limiting him, to keep his 'brother' from blackening white sheep LBH in this shitty novel he fucking hates.

After finding some bullshit artifact from Airplane's shitty writing, some wife plot happens and SY activates it by accident. SQQ and LBH end up in the perfect spot to BOTH try and drag him out of it's range, only for both of them to get effected as well.

What it ends up doing is (somehow?) dragging Peak Lord!LBH and Disciples! SY and SJ into PIDW. So then they all just Spiderman Point Meme at each other. VERY IMPORTANT NOTES ABOUT THIS STUPID AU:

Disciple!SJ is just as, if not more, psychosexually obsessed with PL!LBH as canon LBH is about SY. More so, even. It's a 'if I can't have him no one can' type situation.

Both SY figure out pretty quick they're transmigrators and do their best to compare notes. Adult SY is pretty mad that he got stuck in the shittier story.

Both SJ like hate each other instantly. Somehow the 14 y/o is crazier and tries to pull off loony tune plots to kill his adult version. It never works.

Adult LBH and Child LBH have no idea what to do with each other. Adult LBH still ends up adopting Child LBH like instantly tho because he wants the kid to 'have a better life' than he did.

Adult SJ finds himself charmed by the sad wet dog aura that Adult LBH has and gets a crush on him. He hates himself for it. This is a factor in why Child SJ wants to murder him.

YQY is over the moon because now he has FOUR Shidi to dote on. Child SJ takes the most advantage of him because the other three are not really interested.

Child SJ ironically ends up being fantastic for Child LBH. Because Child LBH is kind of his Shizun, and no one can be mean to his Shizun except Child SJ. So he WILL break bully bones. Even if Child SY does his best to curb that.

Adult LBH is still half heavenly demon but he like hides it.

The underground Cang Qiong Fujoshi Alliance is going insane because of everything happening. This is like a perfect honeypot storm for them.

#svsss #shen jiu #shen yuan #luo binghe #cross universe au #this is literally so stupid but it's so funny #anyone is free to do whatever they want with these ideas

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triangularz · 1 year ago

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ZORO- FORGIVENESS

sfw- last line nsfw, maybe 700 words, soft zoro, est. relationship, wisely waiting to be forgiven, reader envisioned as blk/f, enjoy and imagine your thing! many of my fics are really "dense fanfictional narrative character studies" or something like that. Working on including more dialogue

Zoro's apologies are total like his sweet, unyielding love, seeping from his bone marrow, from every red blood cell- earnest, absolute, lived. Never burning or suffocating, each moves like convection heat from him to you- always warm, always healing. He has no need to search for you when he's caused distance, or use haki to sense your aura- instead, he draws on what he deeply and so accurately understands about you, and drains every drop from his stores of intuition to see beyond your rough exterior, passed your strained smile- notice your rigid movements or one too many blinks to hold back hot tears you hope he won't witness.

To fix and fuck the feelings away- shit that's all he wants; he hates it, hates it, but these are his consequences, to wait and refrain and respect, to fight his will, to conceal his impatience while pensive and in pain.

He refuses to weigh you down, won't allow you to become the comforter because of his own self-pity, scrambling to assure him you won't leave, that you do love him, that he isn't a horrible man. He'll own and absorb his mistakes, bow and honor you. So he makes no promises to placate you, doesn't bargain with you or swear on his life he won't do it again. To do those things would be to erase or medicate your pain without healing the wounds he's caused, and the promise would be a lie; perfection doesn't exist. He might- he will speak too harshly, ignore your needs, act selfishly... apologize again. But the coin's other side pisses you off and is hard for him: He won't take your upper-handed shit while he waits, allow you to be manipulative or lash out in ways he knows you'll regret; he gently pushes back. Later, you can't thank him enough for it- having calmly stood his ground with such love.

When you forgive him, he recognizes that hurt or anger or sadness may not dissipate right away, and he'll gladly wait longer, quietly processing how best... to be better. He stands on the edge of your universe, making his way towards your galaxy, then your solar system, then your planet and eventually back to you when you signal readiness for it. It feels like an age to him, but it's never long before you extend your hand and walk him home to your heart.

This perspective, this agony- he's stumbled to learn it in ways grievous to you both, after raging, fists through the side of the crow's nest, blame and defense, bewilderment. Shit you've also inflicted heinous wounds- but what happens in it (he, with a smidge of advice from Sanji and Nami) really is as beautiful as it is messy, your roots together growing deeper and stronger, better handling drought.

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This morning, he scribbles a note on torn cartography paper before joining Jinbe at the helm: I know you'll have a good day. Don't let me spoil it. I'll miss you. Challenging for him to write, but a small thing you can choose to throw away, maybe smile about. Instead you cry, experiencing every little word and recalling a moment yesterday- his sorrowful eyes, his restraint and clenched fists when full of anger you left to wander the ship:

"Heading out."

"Okay. Whatever you need." Not me. I know.

The bed dips now with his weight; he'd first hovered near the bedroom while you showered and changed, giving you space before you sleep.

"This ok?" His hand rests tentatively on your hip.

"Yeah." You struggle with ambivalence- an urge to punish him and your own desperate need to reconcile.

"Thanks... I'm so sorry. I mean it," he whispers. Gratefulness to touch you again and a precious few words he always means; they melt away the last of your angst. You gently grab his hand and nestle it on your chest, interlacing his fingers with yours, and he cautiously plants a kiss on your shoulder- you aren't delicate, but he recognizes the kiss should be. It's automatic after a few minutes, to cuddle closer to you when he thinks you're asleep. His soul relaxes, but he doesn't, every muscle flexing to keep you close, aroused and fine with it, expecting nothing. You're wide awake, and just as he's found contentment, your back melts into his chest and your ass presses against his cock, heart pounding. You're repaired. He fucks you through tears, both relieved, and roots stretching longer into nutrient-rich earth.

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#zoro x reader #zoro x you #one piece x reader #one piece x you #zoro fluff #one piece fluff #roronoa zoro x you #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x black reader #zoro x female reader #one piece x female reader #op x reader #op x you #triangularz #soft zoro

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dioslesbianwife · 6 days ago

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I was wondering if you could do a part 7 characters interacting with the child with a joy stand because these characters need joy in their lives. Please

hi, sure, hope u enjoy, thank you for requesting <3

Johnny Joestar

At first, Johnny doesn’t understand what’s happening. The first time he meets you, he feels… lighter. His spine still aches, his trauma is still real, but for a second, it doesn’t hurt as much.

He chuckles when he touches your Stand, and Johnny flinches because he hadn’t laughed in a while either.

He asks you: “What is that thing?”

When you tell him it just makes people happy, Johnny almost cries.

He starts letting you ride next to him, either in the saddle or beside his horse in your own little wagon. You hum silly songs, talk about your favorite snacks, and ask innocent questions like, “Why don’t you smile more?”

One time you accidentally fall asleep against his side, and Johnny just quietly stares down at you. You’re like an emotional balm on his soul. He feels guilty for feeling so good around you.

He starts drawing you little doodles in the dirt with his finger or a stick.

If anyone scares you or makes you sad and your Stand dims a little, Johnny will absolutely make sure that never happens again.

Gyro Zeppeli

Loves you immediately. Like, instantly decides you’re his favorite tiny person in the world.

When he finds out your Stand brings joy, Gyro becomes your #1 hype man.

“Of course! Only I would be lucky enough to travel with a literal SUNSHINE BABY. Look at this child! Glorious! Smiling! A medical marvel!!”

He lets you sit on his shoulders or ride double with him often. He sings goofy songs with you and teaches you all kinds of inappropriate jokes that Johnny scolds him for.

If your Stand’s happiness aura gets stronger when you’re playing, Gyro does spin tricks just to keep you giggling.

Every time you say something innocent and cute, Gyro acts like it’s the most philosophically profound thing he’s ever heard.

“Child, say that again. That was wisdom. I must write it down.” (It was just you saying “frogs probably don’t know what shoes are.”)

He’d absolutely make you a little steel ball toy that glows when spun- he says it’s to help “boost your Stand energy.”

You’re the only person who can make Gyro drop the act and go quiet sometimes- like when you look at him and ask, “Are you happy, Gyro?”

Diego Brando

Hates how much he likes you.

“Keep that thing away from me,” he grumbles when he first meets you… but he doesn’t move. And he doesn’t stop watching you.

After a few minutes near you, Diego feels less bitter. He thinks maybe he can rest for once. Maybe not everyone is out to take something from him.

He absolutely tries to stay mad. But you keep following him around with wide eyes and a big grin. You even made a flower crown for his horse.

“Are you a dinosaur?” you ask him one day when his powers activate.

“…What.”

“That’s so cool!! Do you eat meat??” You’re asking because you want to bring him snacks.

Diego becomes super protective of you. Like- growling at anyone who makes you frown, riding ahead to check towns first, scolding you for running off.

If someone makes you cry and your Stand fades, Diego looks scary. He’ll shove people, shout, maybe even fight someone for making his kid sad.

Secretly lets you sleep beside him curled up in his coat during cold nights. When you’re asleep, your Stand glows warm around him like a campfire.

“You… are a dangerous little thing. You could make even me believe the world’s not awful.”

Hot Pants

At first, she keeps her distance. She doesn’t dislike kids, but she’s guarded and focused on her mission.

But then your Stand affects her. The grief and guilt she hides under layers of steel and lipstick? It softens for just a little while.

When she realizes it’s you doing it, she doesn’t quite know how to respond.

She kneels down, stares at you like you’re a puzzle she can’t figure out. You just smile up at her and offer her a crayon.

“You can draw on my pony if you want,” you say. “He’s chill.”

Hot Pants actually smiles. A real one. And that’s rare.

You don’t ask her a lot of questions, which she’s thankful for. You just keep sitting near her when she’s silent, doodling or humming.

One time you try to use your Stand to cheer up a dying animal, and she has to quietly pull you away. You don’t understand why she’s crying later.

You bring her snacks you trade from travelers and compliment her outfit constantly (“You look like a strawberry milk knight!”).

She starts helping you braid flowers into your hair. And you start calling her “Miss Strawberry.”

Your Stand doesn’t erase pain- but it lets Hot Pants rest in it. And that’s enough to keep her going.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #johnny joestar x reader #johnny joestar #gyro zeppeli x reader #gyro zeppeli #hot pants x reader #hot pants #diego brando x reader #diego brando

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en-trashy · 4 months ago

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Sunshine 西村力

After the incident Niki wants y/n back to be roommates but she doesn't want him anymore, broke relationship is not the best. Sunshine fem character and dark aura Niki (not rude anymore)

7.3k words

Pt.2 of this

Tw: jealousy, opposites attract, slight description of the suicide attempt, hospital and treatment, parenting neglect, slight toxic Niki, skin ship, kisses, a lot of Jay interaction with the female character:)

The bep of the machines was the first thing she heard then Niki's voice struggling to keep his composure on the phone.

-Ma'am I know… yeah y/n told me about the cruise ship but… no, this is really important I just need some basic info about her medical records… hello? hello?...- Niki cursed under his breath running his hand through his hair, he didn't have a single idea of what to answer

-O positive- her voice sounds strained and weak- I'm allergic to penicillin, I said yes to be an organ donor- she talks through the oxygen mask taking a deep breath- my full name is y/f/n and my security number is on my phone notes… if not they can search my dad and I'm under his security number

Niki was writing everything as quick as possible to not miss anything giving her phone so she can unlock and provide the security number she handed her phone feeling so tired and cold, she was trembling a little, Niki let her check the paper before going to give it to the nurses by the time he was back in the room with her, she was already tearing up, Niki rushed to her side wiping her tears.

-thank you for helping me, is okay you can go now- her little voice sounds so small and tired of this

-i register myself to be the one here during the night in case you need it- he rubs the back of his neck still unsure to get closer, Niki have this itch to hold her and hug her close to his chest, when he saw her pale and fragile he noticed how much smaller she was compared to him, how easily it is to hurt her- one of my hyungs is on the way here to bring me some things to stay

-you don't have to, I'm really okay and I don't wanna bother you more… I'm sorry for… everything I didn't mean to be a bad roommate

- you're not- he was interrupted because of a nurse coming to inspect her vitals asking Niki to go out while they check on her.

Heeseung arrived at the hospital bringing a bag with all the things Niki asked for him and her, when he was allowed inside again they explained him where he is supposed to sleep, the bathroom, the button to call in case of emergency and all of the instructions, Niki smiles and nods his head,then smiling at her noticing that they removed the oxygen mask taking out some things for her.

-is really cold so I thought that you may want this- he took out her knitted blanket putting it over her body, taking also her favorite gummies along with his tablet- today is Thursday and we still have a long list of must watch together

She tried to feel happy about this but in reality she knows that he's only feeling pity, this is the longest he has ever talk to her and the first time she actually sees him interested in doing something together, also for the first time she didn't have anything to say to him letting him do this. The movie was a teenage romance, classic nerd girl that becomes pretty after taking her glasses off, along with the popular mean guy that notices her after an equally mean popular girl ditched him, she couldn't help but to tear up not because it was something sad but because she seems to never experience something similar to love, from anyone, Niki noticed wiping her tears helping her to get comfortable to sleep, she was grateful that he didn't try to dig in or talk about her crying, closing her eyes and succumbing to the tiredness in her body, he stayed there watching her in the dim lights of the machines, seeing her chest rise and fall, the line that indicates that her heart is beating, he wanted to make sure that she was still there, just observing her until he couldn't stay awake anymore.

In the morning she woke up first looking around the room finding him sleeping in the small couch there, her phone rings and she answered it was her mom complaining about why a boy called her when she's on vacation, Niki woke up and she felt ashamed that for her mom it was more important her cruise ship instead of her daughter.

-is was nothing mom, just a little fall but I had to be rushed into the emergency services I'm okay tho… yeah I don't think they call again for this… sorry for bothering you have a good day- and just like that the call was finished- you can also go now probably is not much longer before they discharge me from here

-I can't leave you here alone, how are you supposed to go back to our apartment- Niki gave a warm genuine smile, but she didn't feel it like that

-I won't be back there…-she whispered- I'll will take the first trip to my parents house- she gives the best smile she can- I'll try to take as much as I can this time, but I don't think I can take all, my dad will come after their vacation to pick the rest

-why you mean? You don't have to take all, if you wanna go spend some days to your parents house is okay, but it will be a problem for when we start the new semester bringing back everything again -Niki smiles sensing what she's trying to tell him but refusing to

-i won't be back next semester… I think is better for me, everyone eventuality will know that your shadow tried to kill herself and I don't want more people to look at me with pity, is enough having your friends pity and yours… - she takes a deep breath struggling a little to talk that much- with luck I'll be able to start in September in the community college near where I live.

She did, she tried to smile and be alright with this choice, to left her dream college and her so desired major to be a public accountant like her dad, since is the only thing she can actually study there.

-can you please leave? Please I wanna be alone- her voice sounds so defeated and helpless, her life like she imagine was crumbling down before her.

Niki really wanted to stay but he also wants to respect her boundaries, leaving reluctantly, just when he closed the door he could heard her sobbings, it broke his heart to listen that, he felt like trash for being the one responsible of everything, if he wasn't so reckless she would never be this hurt, he missed how cheerful and colorful she was he feels miserable now because he took away that little light she was. She cried until her tears run out, a nurse came in to leave her breakfast followed by Niki, unsure to be welcomed inside again, she eats small bites feeling the struggle to swallow, the lump in her throat hurts when she eats, the silence between them feels suffocating for Niki in that moment Jay appears with a gigantic bouquet of tulips.

-how are you feeling miss sunshine? He smiles at her leaving the flower next to her bed, she couldn't take her eyes from them, the flowers are so pretty and her favorites too

-i feel better just cold

-i can imagine you almost pass away because of hypothermia, it was a luck Minju was there, if not the sunshine will be gone- Jay was warm, and she reaffirm why everyone was in love with him, he wasn't like those frat boys in the movies, he's handsome and kind

-Minju? Kim Minju?... Saved me

-well not like that, she was taking a walk when she saw you climb the bridge and called the emergency services, when you fell the paramedics arrived, they took you out in time and treated you… she wanted to come but she wasn't sure if you would want her here so she sent this - Jay took a plush keychain of a bunny, with bows and a dress similar to one she actually owns- she hopes that you like it and that you get better soon, also she told me that she won't tell anyone about this

-can you say thank you for me, and that I'm sorry for the struggle and the bother I may cause to her- she smiles genuinely for the first time in days, admiring her plush and her flowers- I left the jacket at home, you can return it and have your money back

-oh no it's yours, how can I return something you look so cute wearing? It's yours is also a gift so don't even think in paying me back- Jay got close to her, brushing the baby hairs out of her face making her blush, no one was ever this good to her- there it is, that beautiful color on you- he smiles and poke her red cheek making her more shy- gotta go I have to pick my mom for a date, see you sunshine hope you get better

-thank you for coming Jay, I really like my flowers- she was blushing intensely like a teenager, and Niki was seeing their interaction feeling something on his chest a pinch there, uncomfortable and it made him somehow angry, is he jealous? Of Jay and y/n?Jay left the room waving at her and sending a flying kiss that made her giggle, Niki rolled his eyes and saw him go, after Jay was gone only the beep of the machines were the only sound in the room.

-Minju likes you a lot- she only looks at her lap and the plush Minju send- I heard her talk about you with her friends… we share a class- she knew that Minju rejected him since Jay told her- I'll talk to her to clarify everything before I left, I promise, you can try again I bet she'll say yes this time- she bites her lip trying not to cry again, her little crush on Niki must be gone now, specially since he made very clear how he feels about her

-I don't think it will be the best

-She's really pretty… like the movies we saw, popular and pretty, just that unlike what happens in films she's really nice and kind too… you'll look so good together… you also look like one of those bad guys in movies but you're kind too that's why people like you

-I haven't been kind to you

-Is okay, I know is because I'm a lot to deal with… not even my parents, they prefer to be far away from me than be on Christmas together… last year was the same- she shrinks her shoulders trying not to think a lot about this

- you're not… people likes you too

- I know is not true, that's why I don't have friends… don't wanna talk anymore my body hurts

-okay, but Jay hyung said it, you're a sunshine

Niki left the room to call for a nurse to check on her, they did an usual check up and gave her medicine and treatment, she fell asleep tired with everything that happened, when she woke up in the afternoon the first thing she saw was Niki sitting on the couch sewing her green dress looking at a tutorial on his phone, she looks at him with amusement he's frowning while doing the stitches so carefully I took him a while to notice that she was awake watching him.

-oh just in time, look- he lifts the dress to show her proud of his work- it broke when you fell but now is like brand new- she didn't know how to feel about it, she didn't want to be overly excited of Niki doing simple yet meaningful things for her because of guilt

-thank you… is my favorite recently I didn't mean for it to be ruined- Niki handed the garment for her to look at it, making her smile for the first time after the incident, he felt his heart skip a beat seeing her like that with that little spark of hers

-you look pretty when you smile - that little frase and Niki's smiling face made her remember his venom words, Niki is getting closer to her- miss sunshine is getting her colors back- he chuckled and leaned over her automatically erasing her smile, he's trying to… she doesn't know, he's trying to kiss her making her nervous pushing him away just when his face was centimeters away from her face, her voice came out in a whisper

-can you leave please? Like leave really… I don't wanna you here, I'm not feeling well… and neither I'm sure if I want to keep seeing you… you make me feel confused because you treat me bad and now you're kind… -she felt ashamed of what she was saying never putting boundaries for anyone before- I like you, the same way you like Minju… but I don't want you to only kiss me because of your pity

-Is… I don't feel pity

- neither your guild, you made clear what you think of me, don't wanna see you ever again please?- she looks at him with her teary eyes- I'm not a disposable toy you can treat badly and then kiss… go home Riki

- I'm sorry… I won't do it again… I'll just stay to take care of you won't do anything like that again it was a mistake…

- of course kiss me will be a mistake- she didn't even know why she was crying maybe it was everything, she couldn't hold it anymore, she felt angry, so angry something unusual in her, when Niki tried to talk again she didn't let him- just go now don't wanna see you ever again… this whole thing is a mistake, you and me as roommates, this lame get together on Thursday when your friends couldn't be with you… I don't wanna be the last resource for when you're bored… go… GO

A nurse heard all her rage talk and her yelling at Niki, seeing her so distress made her call security on her room, taking Niki out of the hospital, he felt so frustrated and dumb for what he did, kicking a trash bin screaming in frustration, after some minutes to cool down he went inside the hospital but only to find out in reception that y/n asked for him not to be allowed anymore, now that made him more angry wanting to break in just to see her, security took him out of the hospital again into the parking lot where he called an Uber to the apartment once there he noticed how dark and gloomy it was, how he was dark and gloomy, he once had that light but he extinguished, Niki took away the sunshine that y/n was and he knows she's right about wanting him away, what was he thinking? he did it on an impulse, he just saw her and wanted to do it, now what?.

Niki paced around the tiny apartment, he will make things right, he'll find a way to make it up to her, first thing is to actually put on all the decorations and little details about her in the space they live in he took everything out of the box and back in the original place, the cushions, the vase, the little colorful figures she likes, probably she'll need a bigger vase for the bouquet Jay gifted her, maybe a welcome home party, that's exactly what he's gonna do he started to plan everything for her, Niki received the email of her check up and all the studies the hospital made on her, also that tomorrow she will be discharged, with no time to waste he started to do everything going out to buy her decorations a cake, he even buy a Christmas tree hoping that they can decorate together, y/n did bring a box with ornaments for the holidays it was in a cellar in the basement of the building he did bring it upstairs finding really colorful things, he admired everything amazed by how she was able to imprint her personality in every little detail around her, he started to place and put little Santa figures and a Christmas village around the apartment even inside her and his own room; it did made him smile like a fool seeing the snow globes on his desk, on her room he found her book of designs for her classes all the ideas she does have the creativity, Niki didn't want that lost forever, that spark that shines in every thing she does.

When y/n was discharged she didn't have an idea of what to do, she wasn't sure where to go or how to get there, if she goes to her parents house she will be locked outside since she doesn't have keys, going to a friend's house yeah sure, find another place to stay with what money? She was having a headache putting on her green dress, it was cold outside but she didn't have a sweater only the blanket Niki brought for her she picked her things and stayed standing on the parking lot trembling, a really nice car parked in front and Jay did came out of it.

-my god little sunshine where's your coat?- he quickly took his off putting it on her shoulders opening the door for her- get in I'll take you home or whatever you wanna go- she looks at him with Bambie eyes so thankful that he turn on the heat

-I don't know… I don't have where to go… don't wanna see Riki now

- I can take you to the frat house and let you stay in my room, but if you feel uncomfortable you can tell me and I'll find a solution- he gives her a smile and she nodded in affirmation

-how did you know I was discharged?

-Niki told me… be wanted to do something nice for you but he made clear that you didn't want to see him so he sent me for you, by the way he organized a welcome thing for you hoping that maybe you can forgive him

-I don't feel ready to see him yet…

Jay only nods not digging in the topic anymore he drove in silence parking outside a beautiful house, really large, he opened the door to help her get out of the car and then he let her walk in first.

-Im back, there's a new rule… no walking around the house naked or semi naked, no sex jokes, no harassing her, no touching her, no talking to her unless she wants to talk to you, most important no coming into my room… now boundaries set, this is y/n is my guest for tonight and as long as she wants, we want her to feel comfortable so behave

Everyone there agreed with him without questioning him, Jay guides her through the house into the last floor and a room more like a penthouse, letting her in she looks around amazed, while Jay texted Niki to tell him that she won't be there for now.

-now clothes, you look really pretty with that dress but is not suitable for winter, soon will start to snow and we don't want the sunshine back in hospital or sick at home- he took sweatpants ang a long sleeve shirt, also one of his sweater- probably it will be big for you but is better than freeze

Jay went out to let her change clothes, waiting until she told him it was alright to come inside, he did knock before coming inside for her, she feels shy because nobody had been this attentive to her

-you must be hungry and tired of the hospital food, let me make you something

Y/n wasn't sure if Jay was doing this because he feels pity for her, but unlike the way she felt with Riki with Jay she felt something genuine and warm, even if it was pity she wanted to enjoy having someone caring for her.

When Niki saw the message he wanted to punch himself in the gut, she didn't even want to be near him, she prefers Jay over him even when she meet him first, Niki clenched his jaw before packing some things in a pink bag, taking the cake and going out straight to the frat house.

He didn't need to be invited since Jay was his friend, he did have free entry there, he saw the new ones doing the chores of the house as part of their initiation, asking one of them where's Jay, they indicated the way to the kitchen before he could go inside he heard her laugh, a genuine soft laugh, enjoying the bad jokes of Jay, when hold himself and grounded his thoughts before stepping inside, Jay was mixing something on the stove and she was sitting on the counter smiling wearing Jay's clothes, why she was so happy here? Why does her spark only shine here and not in the apartment with Niki?

-oh Niki I didn't knew you'll come here

-you told me I didn't need an invitation to the frat

-yeah I said that, you can go to the game room if you want the newbies finished the cleaning

-I didn't come to play… I come to take her home- Niki locked his eyes on her blushy face, feeling something pinching his heart

-don’t wanna go please Jay, you told me I can stay here- she whispered pulling Jay close to her using his body as a shield putting more distance between her and Niki, something that made him furious but he swallowed all to not upset her more

-I know you probably hate me now, and I don't blame you I know what I did was wrong and it was worse how I tried to force myself into you by kissing you… it's just that I don't know what I feel, I thought I was done with you, but now that I experienced how's life without you I noticed how dark it actually is, how horrible is to come back not hearing you singing voice in the kitchen, how painful was to see your things in the trash… I know I fuck It up but I don't know how to be a good friend and I thought that maybe if I push you out you'll never have to be near to be disappointed of me but you're and you hate me… I'm stupid okay? Because maybe I wanted to deny how much I started to like you, how much I love every bit of you… I'm sorry I hurt you and that I was the one responsible for you to try end your life, I never felt so afraid to lose something until I didn't saw that sunshine that used to like be around with me in our apartment, I really want an opportunity to make things right this time, please just one? One chance I won't fuck It up again- She was petrified listening, holding onto Jay, Niki felt more nervous that she didn't answer and probably he just ruined things even more he tried to get close but Jay put distance between them

-I need time to clear my mind, I don't wanna come back right now to the apartment… I'm not sure I can be near you… at least for now- her voice was soft and calm, unlike her hammering heart, Niki let out a deep breath

-okay… I did bring you your cake, I wanted to surprise you at home but it's your favorite and it will be a shame if we throw it away, it's cherry velvet cake… also I bring your clothes even tho I hoped for you to come back with me

He left the things there in the kitchen island, giving one last look at her before leaving the kitchen and the house. When he arrived home he saw the sign he made for her and the balloons and everything, he saw how even if he used a lot of colors it was still gloomy, it needed her to shine, he went to bed even if it's just the afternoon he buried himself under the blankets.

In the frat Jay finished cooking for her making her company, feeding her, trying his best to not think in Riki, but how could she if he admitted that he likes her, maybe not romantically like she does but at least friendly, Jay did everything to help her feel better and she did, he put on a movie and made pop corn, making her relax, by nighttime he helped into bed tucking her in the blankets, he made himself a improvised bed on the floor.

-I can take the floor, I don't feel good knowing I took your bed

-what kind of men would I be letting a beautiful lady sleep on my floor while I'm in bed?

-we can share then? Is really big and I don't feel uncomfy with you… you make me feel safe- Jay smiled climbing on his bed and taking his side of the bed.

-Well if you don't feel good I can go to the living room and take the sofa, okay? Don't feel bad of telling me that, good night sunshine

-good night Jay, thank you

She quickly fell asleep still feeling a little weak and cold, snuggling in Jay's side taking his warmth, in the morning he woke up with his arm wrapped on her and she peacefully sleeping, he stayed like that enjoying this peaceful morning, that didn't last long his bedroom door opened abruptly with Niki coming inside uninvited holding a bag and a tray with coffee, frowning and clearly pissed that they were not just sharing bed but alsothey're cuddling

-what are you doing here?- Jay said in his deep morning voice

-I came to see her and I did bring her favorite for breakfast- Niki said like if it was obvious or if it was something he did on the regular

-as you can see sunshine is still sleeping, you can leave I'll tell her you'd been here later- Jay said not minding that Niki was literally killing him with his eyes and just when he was about to talk he interrupted- listen she doesn't want to see you now stop forcing yourself on her, she needs time you hurt her Riki stop doing it now

-just tell her I came to check on her and that I'll wait for her at home- Niki left defeated leaving the breakfast for her in the nightstand, when the door closed and he didn't longer hear steps he chuckled

-I know you're awake sunshine- Jay moves slightly to push a part enough to see her blushing face- good morning, did you sleep well?

-good morning, I did… I'm sorry I cuddled you… thank you for telling him to go, you think he knows I pretend to be sleeping?

-no, he's too dumb to notice small things, oh and don't say sorry for something like that I cuddled you too- he smiles sitting in bed with her- let's have breakfast now that is still warm

-thank you Jay, for everything- he started to feed her little pieces eating almost everything until she was satisfied- can I ask you why you helped me if we're not friends?

-oh I thought we were friends now- Jay looks at her- I did it because you need it, you're actually nice and my mom would kill me if I saw someone that I could help and I won't do anything about it… also I know Niki can be a stubborn but he's my friend and I know he cares about you, one time he spent solid 20 minutes talking about you, you don't talk that long about someone you dislike, he's dumb and hasn't developed his brain well enough yet to know when he really likes someone, the way he likes you and not someone like Minju who he likes because he's used to seeing her at our parties and she's cute, but not like you

-you’re saying this only to make me feel better

-you think I'm lying? well if I wasn't right Niki wouldn't even remember the things you like, he wouldn't know what vintage shop you're so in love with, he wouldn't notice your size to buy you a dress, wouldn't know your favorite snacks- Jay hold her by the shoulders to make him look at him- he knows everything about you even little silly things about but he took way too long to know that he wants you not Minju, he doesn't even know her major, but about you, oh boy don't get me started, Minju rejected him because in a supposed date Niki talked about how annoying you were singing happily while making his breakfast, who the hell will talk about someone else when you wanna date?

-i I didn't knew that

-sunshine don't tell me you're just as airhead as him- Jay dragged his hand on his face- you know everything about him too and didn't notice how he was slowly dying for you… it was just a suspect in our side as friends but how he nearly kills me when I cuddled you only helped me put together everything, I helped you because he's my friend and I need to help him sometimes but doesn't mean I won't tell him when he's messing everything that's why I kicked him out of here

-thank you again

-is okay sunshine, let's get you ready for the day okay?

Jay was really careful with her to not make her uncomfortable, even if she was in a house full of unknown men she felt safe, Jay was outside the bathroom door while she shower so no one can come inside and see her vulnerable, she came out already dress with the clothes Niki left for her, she was wearing a monochromatic yellow set warm a cozy for the weather.

-i’m ready JayJay

-oh my little sunshine you look so beautiful- he makes her twirl to look at her- gorgeous- she's blushing and smiling- let's go do your hair

Jay sit her on his chair in front of the desk taking a blow-dryer brushing her hair, styling it in a high ponytail with a bow, giving a mirror so she can look at herself while he goes shower, she was waiting for him scrolling on her phone when a message from an unknown number pop on her notification.

At first she was confused and then realized it was Niki, she didn't answer not feeling ready yet to face him after everything Jay said about Riki, he wrote that he missed her, she started to spiral down in thought until Jay appeared again.

-you feeling good?

-yeah I just I don't know if I wanna go back to live with Riki or if I wanna be on this college anymore I think my parents were right and it was a mistake my major, coming here in general- she hugs her knees

-how can it be a mistake if you love your major? most important if you're so talented… you can't tell me you're not I saw your designs in the exhibition at campus

-I feel confused now

-don't let someone take away that from you- Jay takes her hand helping her to get up- c’mon let's go out to do something fun instead of staying here to cry about my friend

She happily accepted, following him to his car and letting him take her anywhere. They spend the whole day in the amusement park, riding everything she wants even if Jay felt afraid sometimes, they had food and snacks, even they tried the fair games and Jay won a big plushie a blue bear, when he gives it to her she bounce hugging it, Jay took photos of her alone and them together, calling it a day when she said she was tired, even if she was out of hospital she got tired more easily than before the incident, Jay drove both of them back to the frat carrying her because she fell asleep on the ride home, Niki was waiting for them in the front door frowning at Jay.

-where were you?

-out, don't make noise you're gonna wake her

-stop doing that

-what carry her inside? Am I supposed to leave her in the car?- Jay laugh softly

-no, taking her away from me

-i don't have time to deal with you now Niki

Niki was blind by jealousy holding Jay's shoulder trying to take her from his arms, Jay held her hugging her body and making her stir and complain.

-look Niki is late she's tired and I'm too, go home now

-why you take y/n on a date when you know I like her, why you insist in taking her away from me- Niki started to yell, making her open her eyes confused- I'll take her with me now- Jay holds her and shield her body away from Niki going inside the house ignoring him, asking the newbies to take him out while he rocks her to sleep again.

She quickly fell asleep again leaving her peacefully sleeping on his bed and going down to the front door to confront Niki about this, who was yelling at Jay that he was a bad friend for dating the girl he loves.

-i'm gonna say this once before I kick you out of here, I didn't take her away and in fact I find really funny that you think that when you pushed and insulted her in front of all of us, that you left her alone when she wasn't feeling good only to find out that she tried to take her own life, it's actually hilarious that you realized your love for her after almost losing her but you never appreciated everything she did for you- Jay laughs humorlessly- you are blaming me for your own decisions, sunshine doesn't want to be near you, doesn't even want to see you, now go and don't come here unless she tells you to do it, get it… new rule he's not allowed in the house until I say so, if you see him catch and call the police because of an intruder

Jay went inside the house and directly to his room, she was still sleeping, he changed clothes before getting inside the bed with her.

Two weeks pass in a blink of an eye, Niki didn't tried to be back in the frat again, he wasn't invited when his other friends were there playing videogames, unlike the times Niki forbade her to leave her room, she was invited to play with them, Sunghoon let her win a couple times but not Heeseung or Jake, as she learn they're competitive, she learned a lot about them and their personalities even got to know Sunoo and Jungwon who also we're friends but didn't hang around so often because of their tight schedule, she was happy and more comfortable now, her mind cleared a lot even if Niki kept sending messages and she didn't reply them. It was already Friday and they were getting ready for a party in the frat and even asked her if it was okay for Niki to come, she didn't feel bad about him again so she accepted, she was kinda nervous to see him again even if she wasn't sure to be back with him in the apartment she knows she cannot live in the frat forever, she was taking her time to get ready wanting to look pretty maybe Niki will notice that she's wearing makeup today or that she's wearing a dress shorter than usual or heels, or maybe he won't, her mind was racing by the time Jay knocked on the door.

-ready sunshine? the party already started Niki it's been here since we started to prep everything, just letting you know in case you don't wanna cross path with him

-is okay I'm ready

- gorgeous as always

Riki didn't have as much fun as her, he became darker and the apartment gloomy, he goes everyday to her room, like a creep to see her clothes and smell her perfume on them, he even took one of her pillows to his bed to hug at night, he didn't eat well missing her in the afternoon cooking and dancing in the kitchen, he sent texts that never had a reply but he somehow feels warm on his chest when the read appears below them. He didn't expect for his friends to invite him to the party in the frat specially when they post their pictures together and her doing everything he used to do, he saved all the photos to be able to see her, smiling and shining, he got ready early and arrived before everyone hoping to see her before the house become a mess, but she was nowhere near so he helped to install everything, the guest started to come one by one until it was somehow crowded he feels suffocated trying to find a place for him alone but just in that moment she was coming downstairs looking like an angel, that pinch of jealousy on his chest hurt when he noticed Jay was holding her hand and making her laugh, by the time she noticed him looking she waved softly at him, Niki feels his heart skip a beat not wanting to make the same mistakes he just waved back not following her.

Y/n noticed the dark circles under Niki's eyes and how he didn't look at his best, but even with all of that he was still as breathtaking as always, he was wearing a sleeves black t-shirt and ripped jeans, he looked good with his silver chains and rings; she followed Jay to where his friends are, laughing with them, slowly each one of them got a girl to be entertained the rest of the night, even Jay did after he reassure him that she'll be okay and if she doesn't feel comfortable she'll be back upstairs, y/n was alone drinking from a glass, a non alcoholic beverage Heeseung made only for her, she was dancing slightly to a song she likes.

-do you wanna dance with me?- Niki was behind her looking ashamed and ready for rejection

-maybe- she looks at him now that he's close a little frown on her soft factions- are you a good dancer?

-I’m the second best dancer in the whole campus- he rubs his neck- you're the first place- that made her giggle and Niki relaxed

-I would love to dance with you- she takes his hand guiding him to the living room where all the other couples were dancing, Niki hesitate to hold her- is okay if you don't want to hold my waist we can hold hands

-no, it's just… if… it's alright if I touch you- she nods and Niki nervously holds her and started to dance relaxing slowly- I'm sorry I was a horrible person with you

-you really were mean to me and rude too

-I know, Jake called me a dick head- she laughed- I'm glad you like my friends

-why is that so?- Niki pull her body closer to his afraid to let her go

- because I wanna a chance, to make things right this time… and if you like my friends now I already have a worry less, I won't be afraid of you dumping me because of them

-why would someone dump you because of them if they're so good to me and everyone else?

- I, well I don't know, you're right I'm the bad one of the group

-you’re not only a little rough- Niki blush ashamed, spinning with her to the rhythm

-can you give me a chance? I promise I'll change, I'll be better for you- Niki searched in his pocket taking a small box from it- I want you back home, I haven't started to decorate the Christmas tree, and it's almost the date, I was hoping we can spend Christmas and new years eve… I found this in the shop you like

He handed the box and when she opened she found the most beautiful thing, it was an ornament, really colorful and pretty, she knew what it was but didn't want to get too excited.

-the lady told me it was a Louis Tiffany original, but I don't know if it's real of if she just told me that to sell it for much more, she gave me the certificate it's inside the box- she was amazed looking at the fragile ornament

-oh Niki it's, I don't know what to say… this are expensive for an ornament, it's a Bradford of Tiffany, it's… I'm speechless

-well I was hoping that this can be the first of many, I asked for more in the vintage shop, so we can decorate our apartment

She put the ornament back in the box throwing herself on his arms to hug him, giggling and bouncing in excitement, Niki's heart beats faster now that he gets to feel and see her spark again and for him, on an impulse she pecks his lips, really fast almost none but Niki was petrified.

-sorry I didn't mean I got really excited- Niki cups her face looking at her lips getting closer and asking silently for permission, she nods slightly and he leans to give her a sweet kiss, soft and short, pulling apart, she smiles so big wrapping her arms on his neck and feeling Niki's hands on her hips holding her close to his body.

-Can I move back to our apartment?

-nothing would make happier that my sunshine coming back to our home

-your sunshine?

-mine if you want- Niki blush and she enjoyed seeing him like this

-maybe I'll think about it, you know Jay calls me like that- Niki huff annoyed

-don't even mention him… you're mine, my sunshine, not his, not anybody else- he was still swinging side to side to the beat of the song on the background

-that makes you my storm cloud

-pretty funny you're- he rolled his eyes and she giggles- I missed you a lot I almost died, I missed your laugh and everything about you I put your things back in place but it's not the same without you I'm sorry for the mess I made

-hush now you're ruining the mood, and probably you're ruining my future boyfriend's proposal- Niki was surprised and quickly started to cover her face in kisses, making her smile and giggle- I'll say yes but you have to take me on a date first

-oh of course wherever you wanna go or do I'll take you- he leans to kiss her neck peppering kisses on her soft skin.

-i think I love you… it's alright if I say that?- Niki lifted his face from her neck

-I think I love you too… I may adore you even if I realized too late

-not late, in time to not ruin our opportunity together

-just in time to see my sunshine

She smiles happily about the outcome of everything, even with the pain and the struggle, she likes how everything at the end was worth it, how he seems to deeply love her now. she's the sunshine, Niki's sunshine and he was so happy to be able to hold her and dance with her on his arms, hearing her sweet voice and beautiful laugh.

Fin.

Thank you so much for reading this and liking the first part too

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what are your thoughts on patho 1 vs 2? what aspects from each game better suit your preferences? your art and writing is magnificent i'm giving your brain a platonic kiss

omgggg so I've probably talked about this before but it's no surprise to the people that I'm A P1 Defender. She's my sweetie darling she's my most beloved. I Vastly prefer her over P2 in most points besides a few. as a list, in no particular order,

What I prefer of P1

the character designs for the vast majority of named NPCs, mostly the adults. I adore P1 Yulia and Eva, I basically never draw them as their P2 selves. I Pretend I Do Not See It. P1 Yulia is basically perfect and I will never forgive P2 for what they've done to her. they striped her of all her more andro features (same hair as dankovsky [the other character who has that haircut is Aspity, who's also very uh. Naked-Women-Minded], THE ONLY WOMAN OF THE ENTIRE CAST WEARING PANTS) and of her over lesbian lines. they withheld her line of being spoken of like an invert (Bachelor route), which is a line which To Me in combination with how she looks, how she Is with Eva, is a solidification of ⭐️🌷YEAH THATS A LESBIAN CHARACTER WE CANT REALLY USE THE L WORD⭐️🌷. Eva is also Only Ever P1 Eva to me. her p1 design Already Is orientalisant/orientalist visually and already Does imply a fantasm of The Other without looking like Toddler Who Got Into Mom's Craft Bin like she does in P2. Excited to see her in a dress for P3 though there's still hope. I prefer P1 Maria because her blue eyes make her unsettling in a way the warmth of the brown eyes she has in P2 does not, and her Peculiar dress gives her a magical aura that the more classic-constructed red dress of P2 does not. I prefer P1 Viktor with his equally unsettling firefly-green eyes. I prefer P1 Simon with his wizard's attire. I prefer P1 Anna with her tragic tightrope-walker attire that makes her stand out eerily. I prefer P1 Grief with his unsettling eyes and his garb that looks way more movable-into than his P2 cocoon. Makes him look way more like an active dangerous mouse-like thief. His P2 labia-collar coat got him looking so cozy and vulnerable [which to be fair vulnerable he becomes. just think of it now I'm realizing how that pussy collar looking like Damocles' sword around his neck prefigures the crushing hold of the inexpectedly-female Inquisitor. Okay I see how it is. Still prefers his p1 self] and also slow, molluskesque, very "hermit crab shell". I prefer p1 clara. I've mentioned before how her p1 self looks more believably like a child, her haircut very Jeanne d'Arcesque (and I fw Jeanne d'Arc), it gives her a youth which makes her vulnerability and fear believable and yet makes her Scariness that much more surprising. P2 Clara could shank me and I'd be like Saw that coming (even though I understandddd what they're doing with her #bald [sickness and monk]). I prefer P1 stakh's fit, all leather, I fit it suits him better as a follower of Isidor's teaching. I draw the twins equally as p1-looking than p2-looking but their p1 FACES, with ANDREY'S SCAR and their BUMP ON NOSE and UNIBROW means so much to me. I also prefer Peter's fit of p1. 50/50 on Andrey, I like his p1 knuckle rings & his p2 bandaids so I give him both lol. Also I prefer how Peter looks way more drunk in p1 because he's so much more red and has bloodshot eyes lol. I prefer capella's face and hair in p1 but MOSTLY based on her portrait. Like give her her waves. The fuck.

the interiors. P2 really fucking dropped the ball on the interiors. The overwhelming amount of rugs, patterns, colors that never quite match, it all made for a surreal, poisonous almost environment. The weird trees in the houses..... so so so sad. I also love p1 Farkhads Grave I love how it's surrounded by pillars with that ridge on top, looking like they're holding the grave back... so Prometheus Bound coded... loooove the writing on it too. Smilesssss

The music...... she's unmatcheddddd she's unparalleled. Whoever said "Half-Life meets Genghis Khan" I have no way of agreeing because I haven't played half-life (nor have i met genghis khan but it's never too late. I guess) but it's so true. Always fucking raving about the music. You hear a p1 OST and your ears perk up in the way p2 OST, bar a few, don't do for me. Andrei Kabak so good they didn't even have to change it #slay

A loooot of the characterization as well as character Bevahiors. I've already mentioned Eva and Yulia but Eva And Yulia AGAIN. I prefer p1 Anna, her underlying dangerosity (in no small part aided by her venomous-looking attire). Most of the characters are #weirder, more wordy, more opaque and occult in ways p2 lacks. The twins especially p2 truly deweirdified the twins a lot. Like bring back Peter's suicide attempt wailing over the blue flame. Waiting on p3 to bring this back. The threefold bullet line you wouldn't find thag in p2. That part of the Bachelor’s route where the Kain started bodyhopping. Bring that back in p3 or I will riot. Bachelor route again (they come to mind because I've been going over it for Fic Endeavors but that's an ongoing theme across the routes) where WOMEN CONSPIRED TO COVER LARA’S ASS DURING AN ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT TO SHE DIDNT GET IN TROUBLE. #WOMENSUPPORTINGWOMEN. Also laras assassination event. Bring that back in p3 or I am not even watching a playthrough of your game. (Jesting. Unless?)

There 3 last points indicate to me that p2 toned down a lot of stuff because it has the explicit goal to be more grounded. This makes sense with Burakh's affiliations; stripping down the houses of ornaments to show a more earthy/down-to-earth view of the events, stripping down the music of its Weirder sides for something again more "realistic" and down-to-earth, toning down the general weirdness of the people so the weirdness of the land shows through... etc. I understand it narratively and logically, but that don't mean I have to like it equally. Smiles.

now onto the stuff I do prefer of P2:

most of the children's character designs and general lore. Murky and Sticky barely change #alreadyperfect but I do love what they did with Khan, Notkin, Grace, Taya to a lesser extend (I miss her little curls soooo bad it's not even funny). I also really like the town NPCs (kids and adults). I also think their ages (13-16) fit more than the 10 of P1 — while p1 insisted on children So Young and yet So Bloodthirsty, I think their slight aging up in P2 is a pragmatization done right. it takes away from the So Young Yet So Brutal but it makes for a more compelling (to me) "teetering on the verge of adulthood [15 is historically an age where Responsibilities Come To You, and in the modern age it's still true to some extent [but age-appropriate Teenage responsibilities such as learning to drive, picking a line of study for your last years of high-school which will shape your future, etc] and yet wrestling with both terribly adult responsibilities and yet vulnerable like a small child". Also like. I Remember Being 15 In That Situation I Too Might Have Asked A Guy To Kill Someone. I believe it. I believe gang violence for 15.

As far as other character designs go, I don't mind Lara [elaborating below], I prefer Katerina's [i_play_pathologic_2_for_the_plot_🍈🍈👀💧.png. sorry I don't know what came over me], I like Aspity's anisocoria. Aglaya Lilich I Um Starts Fanning Myself. I also like p2 Burakh and Dankovsky, and typically draw them in these fits (fond of Burakh's sweater. Never-ending source of gay scenes also). Dankovsky keeps his p1 unibrow though you cannot make me take it away from him.

some new characterizations, most including the kids [cf above] but also I Like that the apple basket gang is a thing now. smiles. makes me happy. I don't mind Lara changed from her p1 self to her p2 more "girl next door" vibe, I think that crossed with an assassination attempt is kinda slay. I fucking love how aggro Rubin is in p2. Truly the Cain to Burakh’s Abel. smileeeesssss loves it sooooo much. Attack kill. even if I still go by p1 lore for him of Army previous guy + was about to be formally adopted by Isidor, I think crossed with his p2 beef it makes it even more compelling.

The herbs and their Finding mechanics. I prefer the variety of herbs of p2 and their designs, very lovely, and well. Love When It's Easier To Fucking Find Them Now Is It. Like hate to say it it makes more narrative sense too so. Don't even regret saying this.

The Abattoir. I love its redness. P2 Abattoir Inspires me way more than p1's does, in atmosphere, sounds, designs.

The Herb Brides. Hate to say it. You know I've bitched and bemoaned and grumbled at the treatment of the Brides #hater but listen. I live the variety of them in P2. They endlessly inspire me as One Might Have Noticed. I do like their movement of head when you try and talk to them, that knowing look they have. They have potential. They have potential. They have potential. They have potential.

the actual game mechanics lollll I think p2 does well with Burakhs Surgery mechanics. I also love the dice throw of midnight for tomorrow's infected, it keeps you on your toes, it genuinely despairs you, and you're directly responsible for most of them..... smilessssss the suffering and wickedness the evil the evil the wickedness. Equally, I like the "mind map" of the unfolding, it sometimes is really funny.

I like that Theodor Bastard is on the beat for the OST I fw Theodor Bastard

I am aware the list of things I prefer from P2 is numberably longer but it's more like.... of P1 I prefer Her Whole, in P2 I prefer bits and pieces of it which, in a better world, I could just inject into P1 to make a beautiful third game. P3: meiris version.

Thank You For Read...[sic] feeling the kiss in my mushy squishy wrinkly brain

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🖋️ I just finished Blooming Wallflowers and felt so sad that it ended so soon! Can we have a snippet of what happens after? are they going to continue seeing each other? will OC's daughter get to be closer to Mista Joonie? 🥺🥺 I want to see them hang out again in a less stressful time (because poor OC always stressing!). it would be cute to have Joon helping her out with the girls again. he can finally have a taste of OC's homecooked meal and she gets to make him dinner for once. that'll be sweet. I just love the concept of home date night 🥺

💌 for my love letter, I just want to say happy belated birthday 🥳 I've been following you for a long time. even if I'm no longer around much on Tumblr, I still come back from time to time and wonder what you'll be sharing this time. It's always exciting to find out that you post something new. your stories always feel so comforting, even when they are the most heart-wrenching angst ever! Your blog and your presence have always felt so positive too. just like how you are creating this lovely event 🥺 I think that's the reason why I still stick around no matter how much negativity has grown on Tumblr, because I know there's at least one writer here who still spreads positivity and exudes a comforting aura just by being here (and that's you!)

I love how you touch on real life issues and how you present them in your stories. even in the short ones, we get to feel the character growing through your fic and it feels really fulfilling to experience it 💜

For Blooming Wallflowers, I loved how you wrote the characters. even the daughters. often fanfics aren't so accurate when it comes to writing children (how they speak, behave, etc) yet you always make these characters feel so real, and I love that 💜🥺

Thank you for sharing your talent with us. I hope you have a wonderful birthday 🎂

Thank you so much for reading Blooming Wallflowers! I'm glad you enjoyed the story and are loving the characters. Your idea made me think of cute moments between Joon, OC, and the girls, but as always, my mind think otherwise the moment I began writing the ficlet haha. Anyway, enjoy your moodboard and this "little" snippet, love!

— title: Dinner with Mista Joonie | pairings: Namjoon x female reader| genre: firefighter!Namjoon, single mom!reader, mature, friends with benefits!au | word count: 1,150 words — summary | Namjoon comes to join you and the girls for dinner. — ratings & warnings | +18 / M for mature; allusion of a one-night stand, memories of hooking up, sexual tension, implied smut scene: public sex, kitchen sex, morning after sex, food play, implied oral sex.

— original: Blooming Wallflowers by @yoonia — fic drop date: Oct 28th, 2024 — song companion: sleepless

“You should’ve let me help.”

His deep voice draws a smile to your face, yet you make no move to turn around. Not even when you can feel him approaching you from behind.

“You’re doing enough to help already,” you answer him as you rinse the last of the dinner plates under the running water. A large hand takes the plates out of your hand right as you are about to slip them into the dishwasher, taking over your work.

“I don’t see how I’m helping,” Namjoon says as he continues setting the dishwasher to do its work so you can get to rest.

You wipe your hands dry using the kitchen towel before handing it to him. “For one, you took my distractions away from me,” you answer with a whisper, nodding towards the living room where your girls are busy flipping between their assortments of storybooks. “What did you tell them so you could escape?”

Namjoon grins. “Hana asked me to read them a story before leaving. I told them to pick a book each that I could read for them.”

Shaking your head, you let out a soft chuckle. “You shouldn’t fall for their puppy eyes. You were only invited to join dinner, not to babysit the girls.”

“It’s well deserved. They’ve been so proud about helping their Mom prepare the delightful dinner tonight,” Namjoon says, shrugging. He moves to rest his hips against the kitchen counter and crosses his arms over his chest, drawing your eyes towards his toned muscles, his t-shirt straining over them, and a flutter rising in your chest. “Thank you for inviting me, by the way.”

The damn flutter goes wild when he says this with a smile. A dimple appears. Your skin grows warm. “It was a pleasure. I’m just honouring a promise I made to you.”

It truly was. Ever since the night at the supermarket, you have wanted to cook for him. Imagining him eating TV dinner after working to save people’s lives—or pets, maybe?—makes you feel bad.

But seeing him tonight at dinner was a whole other matter.

You had expected it to be awkward. A single man sitting with a single mother and her two kids shouldn’t have seemed so normal. And yet, he blended in so nicely at the table. He even didn’t blink an eye every time any of the girls left vying for his attention. From bragging about their roles in helping you set up dinner, to showing off their artwork from today’s class. Even Suzy came out of her shell and chatted with Namjoon, asking him about his job and if firefighters really do get called to take kittens down from trees.

“Well, I’m honouring the meal I received tonight. Step one is pleasing the princesses over there with good storytelling.”

Shaking your head, you turn back to the kitchen sink to wipe down the mess. “I swear you’re too good at this.”

Namjoon comes to you with a deep chuckle, surprising you when he wraps his arms around you from behind.

“What are you doing?” you hiss at him while looking over his shoulder, afraid that your girls would catch their special guest hugging their mother.

“They’re still busy, don’t worry,” he whispers to your ear, deep voice vibrating from his throat, and those harmless flutters travel down south, settling right between your legs.

“Since you said that I’ve done good—” he whispers, his lips brushing at your skin. “Does that mean you’ll finally agree to go on a date with me? I told you, I’m okay if we’re out on a weekday. I’m not always on night shift, and might be working on the weekend anyway.”

You swallow down your words and the tightness in your chest. You promised yourself that the night you spent with him on your bed would be the only time. With so many things going on in your life, this would be the wrong time for you to start anything. Not even with the first hot guy who managed to catch your eye.

But Namjoon has been insistent. Exchanging numbers had given him the chance to text and call regularly, from catching up with your day, to flirting, and often ends with him asking for a date, or a quick hook-up, a quick repeat of your first night. Yet you have been resilient so far in refusing him.

Some part of you have been expecting that he would eventually give up and move on. Another part of you has always known that you will regret everything if you ever let it happen. While the rest keeps reminding you that he doesn’t deserve to be pulled into your mess, even if you really, really like him.

Feigning your disinterest seems to be futile. But then again, immediately continuing your hookup the next morning after you first brought him to your bed during the morning after breakfast might have sent a different message. Because having him finally have a taste of you on the kitchen counter that morning, with him lathering maple syrup on your bare breasts to lick off of your skin instead of pouring them on his pancake, was not the right way to show each other that there was no passion between you once the alcohol wore off.

But, maybe, just maybe, you have always known what that would do to a man who is so persistent in his chase like Namjoon does.

“Will this Wednesday be good?” you find yourself asking once the fight leaves your body. “I’ll be off work early and it’s my Mom’s day to bring the girls to her shop.”

It’s too easy to give in, after all. And you are surprised to find how quickly the weight is lifted from your shoulders once you stop denying your feelings.

You can feel his smile on your skin as he presses a kiss on the side of your neck. A promise. It draws a shudder through your body when you are reminded of what those lips on your skin did to you last time. “That’s my day off. So it’s perfect.”

You open your mouth, ready to turn to face him, when Hana’s voice calls out,

“Mista Joonie!” she yells from the living room, and both of you are quick to separate, right as your little girl comes barrelling into the kitchen with her books. “I found my book!”

Chuckling softly, Namjoon steals a quick peck on your cheek before stepping away. “Duty calls,” he says with a wink, and off he goes to follow Hana back to the living room.

You watch their receding back as they leave you in the kitchen, smiling to yourself as you watch Namjoon listening with rapt attention as your youngest blabber on about her favourite book and how her sister had chosen something just as good for them to read together.

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