#somebody pls take my phone away

[tieronecrush]

me currently

[k-slla]

Bloody hell, I need to be sleeping right now not thirsting over Jensen! 😩🥴

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

If Capcom needs money for a re5 remake imma give them even if it means I’ll have to rob a bank 💀 imma turn into the fucking El Profesor. Anything for more Wesker content 😤

[hazel42]

Ha ha ha 🥹🥹🥹

[1252291]

me turning on my lil happy light to force myself into getting vitamin d

[rinsoap]

baji keisuke and jealousy!

✿²˖ ࣪ ➣ includes : hyperbolic possessiveness. not to spoil it, but he says he'll kill somebody lol u know how he is lollll but if u don't wanna read that, pls skip this!

note : i'll get back to scheduled haikyuu programming soon i just love baji bad!!!

"who is that?" baji keisuke asks, referring to the instagram notification at the top of your screen. your boyfriend is propped against the headboard of his bed, you sat between his legs, his knees bent, with the back of your head to his chest. he liked watching you go on your phone, kissing your temples while one of his arms rests on your stomach, fingers tapping to the beat of the song stuck in his head. "oh, i don't know, just some guy i guess" you shrug slightly, because it truly was just some guy. you had tons of people in your dms it's not like you knew all their names. "well he's textin' my girl way too much" he reaches around your arm to click on the notification. the dude had replied five times to one story you had posted of your face, talking about how gorgeous you were and how he wanted you bad. mf even replied with #needthat 😭 you couldn't see your boyfriend's face, but you could tell he was getting angrier by every message, holding you tighter and scoffing. you turn your head slightly, looking up at him to see an incredulous smile on his face, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. lord he looked good when he was mad. "bajiii c'mon it's fine, i'll just block him" you say calmly as you turn around to face him, sitting on your knees with your arms out to his face, thumb stroking his cheek. "get him to drop his fucking address n i'll beat him up" he shakes his head. he knows you're pretty. how could he not? but he hated how bold some dudes could be about how bad they wanted you. didn't they know you were taken?

the truth is a lot of them didn't. baji likes his privacy, so you don't really post him a lot, despite having so many pictures of the two of you together. if you did post his face, he'd probably tell you to take it down anyways. "come here pretty girl," he says with a small pout on his lips. you climb onto his lap eagerly, straddling him as he wraps his arms around you. "you're all mine," he whispers into your ear, "never forget that" you nod in agreement and plant a soft kiss on his lips. "could never forget, baji," you say, lips still brushing against his, "you're my number one guy promise" you smile sweetly before taking out your phone.

"better not be texting him back" he tsks with a raised eyebrow, jaw clenching. you giggle and open your phone, swiping into instagram's camera. when he realized what you were doing, he dropped his head to rest it on your shoulder with a loud groan. he always gets so shy on camera. "babeee you don't have to hide, i'll cover your face," you tease while your fingers rake through his black hair, "never underestimate my photography skills" a smile you can't see tugs at his lips, and he sighs as he lifts his head. "one picture" he demands and assumes his frequent position embracing you tightly with his arms and you locate one of yours on his shoulder, hand coming up to continue playing with his hair. you hum and extend your free arm out to the side, phone in hand, the angle focusing on your face. the lighting was dark, only lit with a lamp on his bedside table, but his hold on you was clear, same with your place on his lap. he kisses your cheek, muttering something about taking the fucking picture and you oblige. his face is mostly hidden besides part of his jaw and his ear, but his distinct hair gave him away.

you grin proudly at the photo, quickly picking a song to post over it. you turn your phone to show your boyfriend the story which causes him to blush. you looked so good. and you were all his . he gives you a long kiss, and then presses one on your temple like he always does. he lingers by your cheek before mumbling something in your ear that makes your face hot. "i promise i'll kill anyone who tries anything with you, my love"

ᵎᵎᵎ ִֶ ࣪ ⊹ ֶָ ، 𓂅 the song you posted him to, the same one stuck in his head: DHL by frank ocean

[getlostsquidward]

a shot in the darkest dark

pairing: emily prentiss x reader; emily prentiss x andrew mendoza

a/n: pls excuse the rusty writing. it's been almost 2 years since I've written something andddd this is my first time writing for emily teehee :D

warnings: angst, hurt/(a bit of) comfort, canon-typical violence (plot is set between events of 14x15 to 15x2 with some plot changes for self-indulgent purposes), gun violence, gunshot wounds, blood and injury

summary: to save the lives at stake in the hands of an unsub, you dared yourself to reveal your deepest, darkest truth.

Everyone is tensed as the unsub, Casey Pinkner, is forcing Melissa to kill the store manager, eager to prove that she’s just as capable of hurting other people as anybody is. Casey hands Melissa the gun, reminding her that her daughter will be dead if she doesn’t follow.

JJ intervenes. “Come on. She’s got nothing to do with this, okay? Just let her go. She’s not a part of this. You have no reason to hurt her. Just let her go.”

Casey smirks, a new idea seemingly brews in his head. He grabs the gun from Melissa, walks over to JJ, and grabs her hair. “I wasn’t talking to you.”

You and Spencer stay still and silent as you let things unfurl, that is until the unsub pushes the poor store manager away and shoots her.

“Do not move!”

Casey then hands the gun to Melissa again, which she accepts easily this time. “New deal. Now you need to kill one of these three.”

She’s shaking but aims the gun in your direction still.  “Who’s it gonna be?”

Melissa looks the three of you in the eye and pleads, “Please, I don’t want to do this.” 

Looking at your peripheral vision, you know that JJ and Spence have something up their sleeve to avoid having Melissa shoot one of you. Spencer never wavers with his eye contact with Melissa, while JJ looks ahead with a determined look on her face.

“Judge, you’ve got to decide. That’s what you do, right? Decide life or death with a flick of your gavel.”

The judge trembles while aiming the gun at each of you until the shrill ring of the telephone makes all of you jump. Finally, they’ve opened a line of communication with Casey, and you were just hoping that he at least take the call even though you know that he has what he wants and most likely won’t negotiate. 

He lets it ring, contemplating if he should pick it up. Reid encourages him. “Answer it, Casey.”

Casey tells Reid to shut up, further confirming your feeling that he won’t talk to somebody from the outside. He turns to Melissa. “Pull the trigger.”

By this time, Melissa’s gun is aimed at the ground, and you’re currently steeling yourself to what might happen next — until Casey does the unexpected. 

He lets the phone off the receiver but doesn’t pick it up to speak with your team outside. He just…let it in the open, letting everyone hear what’s happening inside.

Huh.

He turns his focus back on Melissa. “Pull the trigger.”

You share a look with JJ and Reid, and before any of them can speak up. You kneeled from your position. “Casey. If Melissa won’t play, I will.”

JJ and Spence looked at you as you tried to settle with the unsub, the blonde shaking her head. You knew JJ was planning to do it as well but you beat her to it.

“Truth or dare. That’s your game, right?” You asked, standing slowly. Casey hesitates but aims his gun at you nonetheless. “I’ll play.”

On the other hand, your team outside has finally accessed the security feed, all the while listening to you. The good thing was even though the camera wasn’t capable of audio, the unsub let them listen through the phone.

“All right, looks like Reid, Y/L/N, and JJ are tied up, and it’s the shop manager that was shot. Right? Look. She’s still moving.”

Simmons studies the feed, and points at the door caught by the camera. By now they’re delegating the police with their positions and Tara asks Garcia to route the video and sound feed to the local police department where Emily is.

“Melissa, the weapon, now!”

“Casey, I know what it’s like, to be wrongly accused, sent to prison for a crime you didn’t commit,” Reid says, trying to empathize with the unsub.

As expected, Casey didn’t buy it even if it was the truth. He then turned his attention to you. “Okay, agent…” 

“Y/L/N.”

“Agent Y/L/N. Truth or dare.”

Without hesitation, you responded. “Truth.”

“If I think you’re lying or stretching the truth in the slightest, I’ll kill these two.”

When you nodded, Casey continued. “You ever shoot anybody before?”

“Yes, I have.”

“You enjoy it?”

“No.”

“Liar!”

“No, no, no. I’m not lying. I had no choice when I shot those people. But I did not enjoy it. I didn’t.” He seems to accept your answer somehow, and when doesn’t follow up, you do. “Okay, you asked, and I told the truth, okay? It’s the truth. So now it’s my turn, right? That’s how this game is played. We take turns. Truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

“What’s it gonna take for all of us to walk out of here alive, for this to end peacefully?” You know it’s a long shot, but it never hurt to try when yours and four other lives are at stake. Casey shatters your hope with his response.

“I ain’t going back to prison. My turn. Truth or dare?”

You still picked truth, knowing that if you chose the other option, he most likely would dare you to kill JJ or Spencer or one of the civilian hostages—or yourself.

“I want you to say something you’re afraid to say, that you’d never tell anybody. And you better make it good, because if it’s not, it’s gonna be the last thing you ever say.”

You nod in understanding, wracking your brain for anything that you can use to say. You gasped as he shot Melissa, cutting you off as he viewed what you said as boring. “Next!”

Your chest is heaving as you think carefully about what to say next, nerves getting the best of you. Knowing very well that time is of the essence, your throat then decides to close up as if it’s physically hurting you to say the words that will come out of your mouth. Casey was having none of it as he dragged you back on your knees. “Last chance. Something you would never say aloud, not even to your partners here. Your deepest, darkest secret. Impress me, or I kill them both.”

You’re so close to hyperventilating as you look at your two teammates with tears in your eyes, and before you pass out and drop the chance to save everyone, you rush the words without thinking anymore.

“Um...I'm seeing someone, a lovely woman, but I'm... still hung up on Emily. My boss,” you chuckled sadly. Looking up as the unsub reaches out for the phone, assuming that he wanted to let your team outside hear what you have to say, you continued. “She and I uh, we kind of had a...I'm not even sure what to call it. We had a thing before she left for London. Of course, we still had communication, but we never got to talk about that. Talk about us, and now the rest is history.”

Back at the station, Emily gulped when her name was mentioned, feeling Luke’s curious eyes on her as he got ready to go to rescue Melissa’s daughter. Her jaw clenched as she kept her features schooled, she could not let her emotions take over her right now. There's a nothing-to-lose unsub with two civilian and three federal agents hostage in closed quarters. An erratic unsub whose gun is pointed at your head, for god's sake. She can deal with that later.

“I thought I'd get over it, you know. But what's that saying? Distance makes the heart grow fonder. That's when I realized that I...” you trailed off, shaking your head. The unsub is having none of it when he reminds you of the gun on your head. “When she came back to the BAU I was prepared to take this feeling down to the grave.”

“Go on, say it. Don't hold back.”

Your eyes darted to the ceiling, searching for any CCTV that could capture your face. There was none, you figured it was placed somewhere out of your line of sight. Relieved that none of the team could see your face, you took a big breath as you finally revealed your deepest secret to everyone. To her.

“I'm in love with you, Emily Prentiss. I always have, and I always will. I was fine without you knowing this, but god I think about what could've been, every waking moment of my life.”

It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your chest as you finally confronted your feelings. You know that you've been in love with Emily for a long time now but you didn't have it in you to put it in words. Confronting your feelings for her made you scared, so much so that you waited for Emily to say something first until case after case passed…until she eventually left to work in Interpol, words left unsaid. Years have passed and you didn't hear a peep about it from the woman, which left you hanging on to your feelings for the BAU Unit Chief. You knew that you should’ve moved on a long time ago, but you just…couldn’t.

“Hot damn,” Casey chuckles. “That’s what I’m talking about. Now those are some last words right there, but not good enough to save your life.”

The relief in saying it out loud almost made you overlook the unsub’s finger onto the trigger until Spencer shot him in the gut. You and JJ turned to him, noticing the gun holster in his ankle. As if on cue, the police then bursts out the door. You let JJ them about the wounded, allowing yourself to ruminate on what just happened.

Once outside, you let the cool night’s air hit your face, hoping that no one talks to you about what happened tonight—though knowing that you’ll have to deal with this confession sooner or later once you return home.

Perhaps it can wait until after Dave and Krystall’s wedding.

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The world seems to have given you its grace as Emily didn’t bring Mendoza with her…but you know full well that grace can be and will be recalled anytime as your plus one chat with Penelope, Spencer, and Tara at the bar. 

While Penelope keeps them busy, you give in on doing what you deprived yourself of the past couple of hours—indulging at the sight of Emily, how her off-shoulder dress allows you to drink in the skin of her neck and shoulders, and how you used to—

Nope. Don’t.

Before you can’t help but go down the rabbit hole that is Emily Prentiss, you turn your attention back to the bar. “Pen, can I have double of your fancy drinks?”

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Sophie asks, her hand on your back. 

“Hmm? Nothing, just wanted to feel the bite of ‘The Rossi’,” you smile, and before she can comment on it, you let the drink burn through your throat until there’s nothing left on the glass. 

Emily goes to put her gift on the side, standing next to JJ as she subtly looks around the room to search for you. She spots you at the bar, shaking your head as you set your glass down. Emily makes a mental note to ask for one of those later, knowing that she needs to have liquid courage if she has to watch you with your date all night. She’ll need all the help she can get to talk to you.

She’s yet to speak her side about your confession, deliberately separating yourself from her as you got into the other SUV on the way to the airport that night. As she expected, you’d also kept your distance from her on the jet.

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The ceremony was short and simple, but the love between the wedding couple made it so much special. You can’t keep the smile off your face as you watch your friend and father figure to get his second chance with the love of his life.

“Their marriage was in the stars…”

You find yourself mustering all of your resolve to not look at Emily as she gives her toast, so you let her voice lull you back to that rabbit hole again. With your feelings for her out in the open, it was hard not to fall back to the routine where you’ll think back to the nights of passion and words of ardor whispered to each other’s ears only, and soft smiles are exchanged. Moments which you hold very dear to your heart.

“...Twin flames, two souls that are always meant to be together.”

You keep your tears at bay on how beautiful Emily’s toast speech is, and how you can’t help but think that maybe…you wish that there’s a part of her that thinks of you while she utters those words. You wish those words were meant for you, too, because right now, she’s all you can think of. 

“Sometimes it takes time, sometimes it takes a parallel universe or something, but the thing about twin flames is that nothing can keep them apart…”

A sad smile appears on your face. Maybe, in a parallel universe, Emily Prentiss is in love with you too.

“To David and Krystall.”

The crowd’s cheer rouses you out of your deep thoughts, raising your glass to make a toast. You had the full intention of avoiding Emily physically tonight, but alas, the world has had enough of you running away as you find Emily’s dark eyes on you—like you’re the only person in the room.

Emily felt like her heart restarted again when you finally returned her gaze—and kept it. It made her burn inside. So when she spotted you walking to the bar alone, she kept that fire blazing and started up a conversation.

“Hey.”

Emily knew you’d already seen her coming and was glad you didn’t try to escape. “Hey, you,” you replied, a ghost of a smile appearing on your lips. It was fast, but Emily caught it still. She’s thinking carefully about what to say next when you speak again.

“Look, what I said back there, I needed to say something that would get his attention, and I needed to get to say something that would get everyone’s attention, you know, so I uh- I just needed to throw him off balance,” there was a slight waver in your voice which you played off with a nervous chuckle.

Emily knows that…but she needed to confirm something that’s been at the forefront of her mind lately. She needs to hear it, to see it. “Y/N… Truth or dare.”

Her eyes, at this close distance and with the lighting, offer its lucky spectator with the gold specks within her brown eyes. Before you could get yourself lost in it again, you answered. “Truth.”

“Did you mean it?”

You tried your best to convey it with your eyes, though you know she needs to hear it too—but then someone bursts the bubble you and Emily are in, effectively cutting off your trance. “Guys, they’re about to cut the cake," Sophie says, before kissing your cheek and interlacing her fingers with yours. She then turns to Emily. “Can I steal her for a second?” 

Emily nods, letting her whisk you away. Although baby steps were made today, she’s afraid that she might have to live with never hearing your answer.

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The wedding allowed everyone to take a short reprieve from the horrors of your job, but the Everett Lynch case has been giving everyone a migraine (Rossi in particular) that sometimes you just want to bash your head in your desk in frustration. You feel for the man and his commitment to catching Lynch, which is why you’re now flooring the pedal on the way to the US Attorney’s Office to make sure Everett doesn’t break his daughter Grace out.

You can’t wait for backup any longer so you, JJ, and Reid split off to cover the underground garages where you can cut Lynch and Grace off. Reid and JJ ran off to the parking in Piedmont and 10th, while you now entered the parking in Trade Plaza as you spotted the father and daughter were about to get into a van. 

“Everett Lynch! FBI! Stop! Drop your weapon and place your hands on your head. Now!”

Lynch slowly puts his gun on the ground and kicks it over, so you order to do the same with her backpack. 

You've been in the same positions enough to know not to take your eyes off the suspects, even for a split second, but you guessed you’re not always lucky as you didn’t anticipate Grace shooting you down. 

It wasn’t in her profile. Like father, like daughter, you mused.

And well, your luck must have run out already, because in all places to have been shot, it’s in a place that’s not covered by your vest. You’re lying on the pool of your blood as the tires of their getaway car squeal out of the parking lot. You try to reach out for your gun in an attempt to shoot it down, but your vision is already blurring at the sides. 

You could faintly hear Spencer’s voice on your earpiece, but you can’t find the strength to answer it as you’re holding on to what remaining energy you have from succumbing to the darkness.

Eventually, you did, and the last thing you know is unfamiliar faces hovering over you, and the harsh lights of the hospital. 

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Your heart stopped.

Emily’s might as well do, too. 

“If I’d believe you, maybe-”

“No. There’s only one person to blame for this. Everett Lynch. He’s the one who shot Y/N, and he’s the one that we’ll move heaven and earth to bring to justice.”

Rossi reminded Emily that none of this is her fault, but she can’t help her mind going haywire over the thought of you getting hurt. She lets a few tears escape her eyes, before taking a deep breath and joining the others at the round table.

“Y/N’s gotta be okay, right? But what if she’s not okay? What if she’s—”

“Y/N’s strong, and she’s in good hands.”

Emily placed her hands at the back of the chair to keep her grounded, but her trembling hands hadn’t gone unnoticed by the rest of the team. “Spence is staying at the hospital. He’s gonna keep us updated. In the meantime, the best thing we can do for Y/N-” her voice falters at your name, but she also has to keep her head in the game as the unit chief. “-Is to find Everett and Grace before they go deep underground.” 

She reads Spencer’s update to the team that you’re now in surgery, and then her heart stutters over the next text she gets.

It’s going to be a while. She’s gonna want to see you too when she wakes up, Emily.

The sun has long been set when Emily couldn’t hold herself back anymore and asks Rossi to take charge in the meantime. The unit chief arrives just in time as the doctor tells Reid that you're out of surgery. “Is she gonna be okay?” She asked with bated breath.

“She’s lost a lot of blood, but she’s currently stable.”

“Can we see her right now?”

The doctor nods and leads the two to your room. Emily lets out the breath that she's been holding as soon as she hears the steady beeping of the monitor. She couldn't help herself as she approached your still sleeping figure, her hand cupping your face, thumb softly caressing the apple of your cheeks. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were missing sooner,” Spencer whispered.

“You haven't talked with her yet.” He continued, but it’s no longer directed at you.

It's not a question, everybody knows the tension that's been up with the two of you ever since the confession. No one attempted to bring it up—not when the two of you are present, anyway.

You, nor Emily didn’t bring it up anymore after the wedding, either, as both of you didn’t know how to talk about it. Now you’re back to walking on eggshells around each other.

How do you even go back to how you were before?

Emily retracted her hand. “Unless it's about a case, no.”

“Have you ever talked to anyone about it?”

“No.”

Sad would be an understatement for Emily. She's been oceans apart from the team, from you, when she was in London but right now, you've never felt so far. Emily desperately wanted to reach out to you, but she didn't know what to say. There's also the fact that you're keeping her at arm's length, and that drives the two of you even further away from one another.

“You should, right now. The doctor said it’s unlikely that she can hear us, but it’ll be good for you to let it out.” Spencer pats her shoulder as an offer of consolation. “I’ll be right out.”

Unlike before, Emily didn’t bother to collect her thoughts anymore, letting her heart speak instead. “I know things between the two of us have been kind of weird lately…ever since you said you’re in love with me.”

It has been playing in her head since that moment…then there was one night when she’d hit rock bottom, and asked Penelope to get the audio file of your confession sent to her phone. It was the closest thing to ‘bringing it up’ with anyone from the team, but even then when Garcia asked Emily about it when her head was clearer, she shrugged the technical analyst off.

“I heard it, and it’s yet to leave my head, but the truth is I don’t know what to do with that. I mean I know why you said it, but what I’m itching to know is…if you meant it. But now, all of a sudden none of that matters. What matters is that you wake up. Come back to me, so I get to have more time with you.”

Emily sits at the edge of your bed and takes your hand in hers. The feeling of your soft and gentle touches against her skin now felt like a fever dream, something that she was not sure if it had happened with how long ago it was. “I can’t imagine my life without you in it, Y/N. Please don’t leave me.”

She lets out a breath that she’s been holding, taking in the features of your face. How your lashes kiss your skin, the way your brow furrows together as you read case reports, or how your nose scrunches up when you smile.

Emily dreams of you that night.

“Em.”

She only hums in response.

“Emily Prentiss,” you tried again, but she only groaned. “Em.” This time, you take your free hand to her head, because she’s taken your other hand hostage.

Finally, she stirs awake at your touch. “Did you sleep here all night?”

“Huh?”

You chuckled at her groggy features. She’s adorable. “How are you more out of it than I am?”

Emily only laughs softly in return, letting go of your hand as she sputters apologies.

“I’m glad you’re here, Em.”

“You’re my best friend. Where else would I be?”

…Right. I’m your best friend.

When you didn’t answer, Emily stood up. “I should go and let you get some rest.” 

“No. No, not yet,” you racking your brain on what to say next, to prevent Emily from leaving. “I…I’ve missed you.” You’ll just blame it later on the drugs they put you in.

“Me too.”

“It’s my fault that things have been weird between the two of us.” Emily tensed up at that, so you went on. “Yeah, I heard you…Um, we do need to talk about what I said.”

“No, we don’t-”

You grasped Emily’s hand in yours to stop her. She lets you continue. “I needed to say something real, and that’s what came out, and I’m so sorry. I didn’t—I never meant to do that to you…or her, to Sophie. I was prepared to take that secret to the grave, but now it’s out. And I can’t…lie to you and say I didn’t mean it. Because I do. I’m deeply in love with you. I know that’s not fair, springing this onto you when I know you love Andrew, and I want you to be happy…and I just want us to be okay.”

“We are,” Emily smiles, genuinely for the first time in days, also while keeping her tears at bay. She squeezes your hand in assurance.

You’re the first one to let go of her touch, already missing her hand that you think perfectly fits with yours.

Baby steps. 

But this time, maybe, you can let Emily go the same way you’ve always loved her. Silently.

[bigtreefest]

Chapter 7: Then Again

From: Bigger Houses Series

Pairing: Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader

Summary: Everyone’s got regrets they might wish to go back and change, but then again, you would have never gotten here

Word Count: 3,304

Content/Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, SMUT, honest conversations, hiking, cuddling, soft intimate shower, oral sex (f receiving), p in v protected sex, lotsa kissing, praise and lowkey size kink, swears

Author’s Note: O. M. G. This is the first time I’ve written smut, so I wanted to make it super soft and loving like I feel really pairs for this couple. Nine months into the relationship, wowza. Talk about true love, somebody pls find me a bear of a man like this.

Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are sooooo welcome and appreciated!!

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Below is the song which inspired this chapter. It’s my favorite on the entire album. It just kinda puts warmth and longing into my chest, so I hope the vibe matches what I’ve written.

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“Yes Mom, I promise I’ll be safe.” You looked into the camera of your phone as your mom looked right back at you.

“As long as you promise. I don’t want you eaten by a bear, but apparently you’ve got your own bear of a boyfriend to ward them off.” You laughed along with her own chuckle at that joke.

“Yes, Ari knows these woods well. I have no doubt he’s taking us on a good and safe route.” Your head turned away from the phone at a knock at the door.

“That’s probably him now.”

It was Sunday morning and Ari had asked you on a nice hike with him. The weather was set to be sunny, yet brisk, perfect for a rigorous walk through the mountains.

You opened the door and Ari greeted you with a kiss on the top of your head. “Morning, Duchess.”

He turned to see you were on the phone. “Oh, good morning Mrs.—“

“Ari, please. Call me mom. How many times do I have to tell you?” You both smiled and blushed at that as Ari went into your kitchen and dropped off his things. You sat on the couch, continuing your phone call.

“I knew there was something about that boy the first time I saw him. I’m so glad the two of you are so happy together. I can’t wait to come visit and officially meet him in person soon.” Ari had spoken to your mom on several occasions over FaceTime now, each time garnering more of her respect and adoration, which was rare for her. She always had sky high expectations, and you were her daughter after all, but she didn’t want you to have to face the same struggles she did, both career and romance-wise.

You rolled your eyes, thinking she wouldn’t catch it, but of course she did. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, young lady. You know I’m right. I’ll let you go have fun on your date, though. I love you!”

You smiled back. “Love you, too, Mom.”

Once the call ended, you walked over to Ari, watching him bent over and looking through your fridge. You just couldn’t resist the urge to smack the plump, ripe piece of ass in joggers before you. Just as you were winding up, a large hand went and covered both cheeks.

“I know what you’re, thinking, Angel. You’re not gonna get me this time.” He rose from his hunched position, and towered over you, eyes glinting with mischief, pairing with the sly grin on his face. Before you knew it, Ari had scooped you up and plopped you back on the couch, peppering your face with kisses and tickling your sides. You were helpless, kicking your legs from under his body, doing your best to fight off the attack.

“Ari, quit it! I give, I give, you win!” You squealed through your giggle.

Ari’s hands and lips stopped their assault, but he didn’t pull away, instead, leaning in and putting a fat kiss on your lips. “Get on your hiking boots! We’ve gotta go before it gets hot.”

You nodded and looked up at him through your eyelashes. “Help me tie them?”

Ari’s head drooped down as he sighed and grabbed your boots off the floor. He could never say no to that look. He kissed each shin as he slid the boots onto your feet. “Anything for you, Duchess.”

You helped by tying one of the shoes as Ari tied the other. He was just such an expert, having to do this everyday for however many years now. Looking at the single knot you had made on your right shoe, he untied it and pulled the laces tight, making his own double knot in its place.

“You’re so much better at that than me.” You huffed. He laughed back, kissing the wrinkle away from your forehead that showed up when you were frustrated.

“Nonsense. You’re great at it. I just like ‘em extra secure.” He grabbed your hand and helped to lift you off the couch, the two of you putting on your hiking backpacks and heading out the door, ready for the trail.

Your hike was filled with amazing views and sightings of so much wildlife. You truly loved seeing Ari in his element, as well. He constantly checked on you as he led you through the winding trails, pointing out his favorite spots and, of course, stopping for snacks and photo ops.

He could tell when the exhaustion was starting to creep in, but luckily by that point, the two of you were nearly home.

As you came back, Ari started on heating up the leftovers from dinner the night before. You went out to your back porch which overlooked the rolling landscape, rich with colors of green and rocky gray, mountains graced with snow caps when you looked up at the peaks surrounding you.

Ari came out carrying two warm plates of Thai food from the good place in town and you snuggled up on the couch of your patio furniture and ate together.

He grabbed your plates and set them aside, as the two of you chatted, the sun casting a warm glow over the landscape. Ari pulled you close so your back was against his chest, his strong arms tight around your waist. He wiggled to scoot until his back was up against the arm rest, finally placing his head on your shoulder as the two of you settled.

Ari kissed your neck, his beard lightly scratching the sensitive skin, as you sat there pensively. “Ari, do you ever wish you could go back and change things? Go back to a time that was simpler, where you didn’t know what it was like to live through so many hardships? Do it all differently?” You felt his chest heave with a sigh and he exhaled out of his nose, the warm air hitting your collar bone.

Ari let the question hang in the air for a moment, thinking over everything in his life while he formulated an answer. “If I could go back, I probably would’ve held onto my old Bronco. It used to be my grandpa’s, and it was getting old, so I traded it in for the truck. I probably would’ve visited him down in Atlanta a little more, too, before he passed.”

You nodded as he hummed, thinking of more things. “I probably would’ve stuck around for graduation, finished my degree so I could become rich.”

You giggled as his chest rumbled behind you. “I’d probably apologize to Savannah for wasting her time, would’ve hung out and vacationed with my childhood friends a little more….”

“Had a little more patience, or sent a few more prayers to heaven, but I don’t know if that all was really in the cards. If it were up to me, who knows where I’d be? I look back at all of that. The heartbreaks, the hard goodbyes, they led me here.”

You turned to look up at him, his gaze distant in thought before he looked down at you. “If it was all different, though, I wouldn’t be sitting here with my whole world in my arms, stealing kisses on a Sunday afternoon. Sure, there are a few things that I might’ve changed if God put me in charge, but then again, I would have never met you.”

Tears began to well up in your eyes at his words. “Why? Is there anything you regret?”

You laughed and sniffled as you shook your head. “No. Not at all.” He used his thumb to wipe the tears falling down your cheeks.

“I feel really dumb right now. I was gonna say something stupid like buying bitcoin to be rich. Or like, maybe just not date at all until I found you. But you make a great point. I wouldn’t have come up here if it weren’t for all that. I think I love you too much to regret anything that led me here. Anything that I thought was a wrong turn definitely turned out right.”

He shook his head, laughing along with you, kissing away the rest of your tears. “Trust me, I love you more.”

The two of you sat there, basking in each other’s presence, before you began to become overly aware of the dried dirt and sweat that sat on your skin.

“I, um…. I think I’m gonna go take a shower. Get the outdoors off of me.” Ari nodded and helped you up off his lap, preparing to head home and do the same when you lingered before heading inside.

“Do you want to….join…me?” Ari sprung up out of his chair, head nodding vigorously. He grabbed the plates off the table and ran to drop them in the sink. He watched as you sauntered, hips swaying while you discarded pieces of clothing, one by one, completely naked before reaching the barn door that closed off the master bathroom from your bedroom.

Ari shimmied down his pants with much less grace, shucking off his shirt and socks, before joining you in the steamy room. He watched in awe as you stepped into the water and it ran down the curves of your body. Ari reached his hand under the stream and immediately retracted at the sting of the heat.

“God, Duchess. I love you, but I don’t think I could stand it if the lava you’re standing under burns my skin off before I even get to touch you.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Bear, it’s not that bad.”

You begrudgingly turned down the temperature as Ari joined you. This wasn’t the first time you and Ari had done anything, but it was the first time you had seen each other fully naked all at once, since you hadn’t fully had sex yet.

You turned around as Ari grabbed your shampoo, gently rubbing it into your scalp. You moaned in satisfaction at the feeling of his fingertips massaging your head, basking in the intimacy and ecstasy of the moment.

“Angel, if you keep making noises like that, I don’t think we’ll ever get clean.” You laughed as you leaned back to wash the shampoo out of your hair.

Ari leaned under the stream with you to wet his hair. You squeezed the shampoo into your hand and began to massage it into his scalp, scratching your nails through his hair just the way he liked.

“Oh, fuck Angel, that’s good.” You giggled, hitting him in the chest.

“If I’ve gotta stop, so do you, mister.”

The two of you continued to wash each other, sharing kisses and feather light touches here and there before getting out and drying off.

Once you had brushed out your hair and Ari’s, the two of you made your way to your bed, sheets freshly washed just the day before. You had your towel wrapped around your body while Ari’s hung low on his waist. Ari held your hips, looking into your eyes, as you slowly backed up until your knees gave out from hitting against the bed.

Ari moved to crawl over you, his towel coming undone as he did so. Your eyes trailed down his firm chest, to his chiseled abs, until you could see how hard he was. You moaned at the sight, watching how his dick twitched in response.

His eyes stayed locked with yours until he leaned down and kissed you, trailing away from your lips and down your neck before retracing the path with his tongue.

You shuffled under him, removing your towel and discarding it on the floor with his, adjusting yourself so your head laid against the pillows. He kissed you again, deeply, passionately, before smiling and pulling away.

“I love you. I’d never change anything about my life unless it meant I could have met you sooner just to love you that much longer.”

You could feel his heavy cock tap against your leg as he kissed down your chest, eyes never leaving yours. You watched intently, lips parted in a light gasp as he finally reached where you were yearning for his touch.

Ari’s biceps bulged when he pulled your legs apart, placing a gentle kiss on your clit. Your breath shuddered at the sensation.

“Is this okay, Angel?” You nodded and whispered back.

“Yes, please. Please keep going.”

Ari’s tongue darted out of his mouth licking a stripe up your slit. Your back bowed as he dove in, licking and sucking. You knew he called you Angel, but his tongue was heavenly.

You let out a high-pitched moan, entangling your fingers through the wet strands of Ari’s hair, using the leverage to grind against his face. He inserted a finger into you, pumping it and curling it against your spot just right. You felt your legs began to shake, but pushed Ari’s head away before you could reach your peak.

“Wait, hold on.” You spoke while still trying to catch your breath. He looked up at you in bewilderment, beard glistening with your arousal.

“What’s wrong, Duchess? Did I do something?” You shook your head, still gasping for air.

“No, no. It was so good, I just, uh…..I want you to be inside me when I come.” Ari nodded, coming back up your body to kiss you.

“Okay.” He whispered back, a soft smile on his face. “Gimme a sec.”

He ran over to his discarded joggers and fished in the pocket to find his wallet where he pulled out a condom. He returned to you in bed, taking his spot between your legs again, and rolled it on. You knew he was huge, and you’d only taken two of his fingers before, but you couldn’t help the anticipation to feel all of him.

“I’m gonna open you up first, okay Angel?”

You nodded and immediately threw your head back as Ari scissored two of his long fingers against your walls, preparing you and stretching you out for what was to come. You wailed when he added a third and Ari swore he had never heard or seen something so beautiful before. The movie that was you feeling this level of bliss from him made him feel warmth and pride through his chest. He needed to be inside you.

Ari pulled out his fingers, swirling his tongue around them and sucking them clean, moaning at the sweet taste. His eyes rolled back and he nearly came from the culmination of partaking in your pleasure up to that point. You couldn’t help but clench against nothing, watching the specks of lust within the love in his gaze after that as he leaned down and framed your face with his large hands. He leaned in to kiss you, then pulled away as his dark blue irises, thin around his blown pupils, shifted between your eyes.

“Are you ready? Are you sure?” It came out breathy and strained. He wanted this as badly as you, after taking everything step by painfully slow step for nine months together.

“Yes, Ari. Please. I just want to feel you so close.”

He nodded and ran the head of his cock

up and down your folds, gathering your arousal before perching at your entrance. He kept one hand at his base, the other on your cheek as he looked deeply into your eyes. You felt the bulbous tip breach your entrance, almost with a pop as your tight warmth welcomed Ari.

“Ah, oh, Angel, you’re so tight.” Ari nearly yelped at the feeling of being inside you. You watched as he couldn’t help but let his eyes flutter closed from the overwhelming pleasure. “I’ll take it slow, promise.”

All Ari wanted was for you to enjoy this as much as him, and when he was able to pry his eyes open to see the way your face was contorted, your eyes as sincere and pleading as his, he knew you were. He slowly pushed in further, accompanied by a deep moan from you. Neither of you were virgins by any means, but something about this moment with Ari felt like being born again, straight into delectation.

He pushed another inch in, slowly, and your hands flew to his broad back, nails digging in the muscles that firmly blanketed his scapulas. His hips jumped at the sting, pushing him in to the hilt, causing you both to brace against each other at the fullness and all encompassing warmth.

His head dipped into crook of your neck, breath fanning your collar bone and beard sending tingles through your body as he sucked on the spot that gave you chills.

Your hands ran down his back and to his ass, pulling him in closer to you, if that was even possible.

“Ari, I need you to move.” You felt him nod against you and his hips pulled out only a few inches before rolling back in.

You breathy moans were close to his ear, spurring him on to keep going faster, pulling out farther and pushing in deeper until the warmth from your core began to climb up your body again. He found a rhythm and could feel as your pussy began to clench.

“Duchess, I can feel you’re close. It feels so good. You’re always so good to me.” His praise pulled you that much closer to the edge, hands grasping for purchase across his back, slipping slightly from the thin layer of sweat.

“Fuck, Angel. So tight. It’s okay, you can let go. Let go for me.” Ari needed you to come for him. He needed to feel your body sucking him in, holding him tighter. He pulled his head from your neck to look into your eyes when it happened. He moved his thumb down to your clit, rubbing tight circles and sending you over the cliff you were hanging on.

“Oh god, Ari!” You keened, your ankles locking around his narrow hips as your entire body contracted in ecstasy. Ari wasn’t far behind, the tightness surrounding him causing him to drive his hips all the way forward and spill into the condom. He collapsed over your chest again as he grunted lowly into your ear.

The two of you stayed there for a few minutes as you caught your breaths. He pulled back, his now dry hair draping over the sides of his face and framing yours, making a small world where it was only the two of you. His silky brown locks blocked everything else out. The only thing in existence was your shared gaze, filled with hazy satisfaction and dopey smiles.

Ari leaned down and kissed your lips, and then your forehead before he whispered to you. “I’m going to pull out, okay? You stay here while I go get a washcloth.”

You nodded and gasped as you felt the sensation of the ridges of his dick passing against your walls until you were empty. On instinct you rolled over to your side and closed your legs, still sporadically convulsing from the orgasm. Ari returned and cleaned you up, pulling up the covers and crawling into bed behind you, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you closer.

He kissed you shoulder and muttered. “I’m so happy to have you. I love you so much.”

You turned over and tangled your legs with his, pulling him in for a lazy, filthy kiss. “I love you, and I’m the luckiest person in the world. Or more like, my whole world was just in me.”

You winked at Ari as his shoulders bounced in laughter at your ridiculous statement. You were drunk in happiness, but neither of you would have it any other way. You slung your arm around his waist and nestled deeply into his chest, a satisfied smile on your face.

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Bonus A/N: as Paris Hilton says, “that’s hot”

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[jackmanbj]

appointments

summary: jack always takes you to your appointments but someone try’s to get your number and jack comes in and things get a little violent.

you and jack were on your way back from the grocery store, you needed to restock on meat, fruit, vegetables, snacks.

“jack my appointment is for 4:30 can you bring me?” “yea baby, hair or nail?” “nail first” “alright.”

jack brought all the groceries in while you went to go get ready for your appointment.

“jackman come here!” “coming!” jack was confused you never called him by his first name unless he did something bad or during bed.

jack walked into the room with a juice in his hand “jack wheres my blush? and didn’t i tell you not to open the juice? it was for the party” “sorry baby! here the blush is right here though.”

jack went over to your dresser and grabbed the blush handing it to you.

you quickly gave him a kiss then continued with your makeup. “are we going yo dinner tonight babe?” “do you want to?” “yes!” “ok ma, what time? and where?” “uhmm lets go to outback at 8:30?” “ok mamas.”

jack went to the kitchen to finish putting up the groceries.

after about 30 minutes you were done with your makeup and ready to go get dresses and ready for your appointments.

“jack where are we going halloween shoppingg?” “not anytime soon” “what do you mean?! everything’s gonna sell out!” “mamas i have to go places and your not getting my card while your in the store alone” “fine, take me to my damn appointment!” “alright damn.”

once you and jack got to the appointment you ran in to hug your nail tech and jack drove off.

after 2 hours you were finally done with your nails and jack pulled up to come pay before ya’ll left.

“my hair appointment j!” “oh where is it?” “70053 grenta” “alright lets go.”

once you and jack got to the appointment jack paid ahead of time and you went in to go get your hair in a barbie ponytail.

after a hour you were done with your hair and started going back to the car before somebody came stop you.

“hey ma, you look good can i get your number” “im married” “now why you lying? you to young to be married” you flashed your ring in his face “aww to bad” “come on mamas.. it could be between us.”

you stared walking off until the man grabbed you pulling you back “listen here, your giving me your number bitch.”

some of the girls in the shop realized what was happening and quickly went over to help you.

they quickly pulled the guy off of you while you ran to the back of the store to call jack and let him know he needed to come in.

once you called jack and told him what was going on he quickly seen about 12 girls arguing with one man, jack asked you if this was the dude who was harassing you and you nodded. without a second thought jack punched the man and they got into a bad fight.

jack was on top of him hitting him as hard as possible while the other dude was on the floor trying to hit jack in his face.

“oh my god! jack please stop” you started pulling jack up by his arm and jack eventually got up but not before spitting on the man.

“baby! you didn’t have to do all that!” i don’t care” “come on, lets go home. you already paid right?” “yes lets go” “ok baby”

when you got home you dictated to cancel dinner so you and jack could just relax. you and jack got in the shower, you got out before him while to get all the stuff ready to take care of his wounds.

jack came out in some boxers and sat down while you put some bandages on his hand and one on his neck where he had gotten scratched at.

you kissed jack then patted him letting him know he could get up.

you put all your medical stuff away and put the trash in the trash can before heading into your shared bedroom with jack.

jack was strolling on his phone before you took it out of his hand holding it up “don’t do that anymore jack, i just needed you to come out the store with me so he wouldn’t follow me!” “i don’t care, he should’ve never been touching my girl” jack reached up and took his phone out your hand. “jack please you could’ve gotten arrested” “if its for my girl i don’t care” “stop saying you don’t care, even if you don’t start acting like you do” “ok ma i care so much, i love you, i love you, i love youuu! now come lay down” “fine, i guess i like you to” “girl” “im kidding! i love you baby boy!”

jack pulled you in for a kiss and he got on top of you laying on your chest listening to your slow heartbeat helping him fall asleep.

[hellfirecvnt]

A Few Ways to Improve Your Writing (on Tumblr) from Somebody Who Has No Business Writing

*Specifically for writing fanfiction, though some of the tips are universal.

- Indenting. I usually only indent on mobile bc for some reason, it just throws them the fuck away on my laptop. To indent, I usually just do five "spaces." It just looks nicer (imo) and can help with readability.

Example:

This is a paragraph. In this specific paragraph, I'm showing you what an indention is. It's those five empty spaces at the beginning.

- Dialogue changes. When a character speaks, that's a new paragraph. When a different character speaks next, that's a new paragraph no matter how short the speech is. It's always a great storytelling device. You don't even have to label who is speaking every time if you properly use context clues in the rest of your story!

Example:

"I am speaking," said the man. He is a guy and he's totally speaking.

"Fuck you, Todd."

"Whoa." Todd was not expecting that.

- POV. It's easier said than done, but try to keep your story in the same point of view the whole time, or at least clarify when the POV is changing.

Example: Wrong

You smile at Dee. She's your best friend and has been since elementary school. You ask Dee to borrow a pencil and she happily obliges, passing her the pencil. She says thanks to Dee and the two best friends continue writing. (Confusing, especially for someone who isn't a native English speaker.)

Example: Right

You smile at Dee. She's your best friend and has been since elementary school. You ask Dee to borrow a pencil and she happily obliges, passing you the pencil. You say thanks to Dee and the two best friends continue writing. (Coherent and Cambria, baby.)

Additionally, to show an intentional change in POV, just announce it!

Example:

Dee's POV-

This bitch will not stop asking me for pencils.

Your POV-

Oh, fuck. I forgot my pencil again...

- Complete words. This may be a personal thing, but around the time that Stranger Things 4 came out, I noticed a TON of people just not using the first few letters of the first word of their sentences?? It's another one of those things that's unintentionally inaccessible for people who don't speak English as a first language.

Example: Wrong

"'m not tired yet," she said.

Example: Right

"I'm not tired yet," she said.

- If it's a reader insert, please do not describe Y/N. Pls don't mention hair texture, but a vague style is usually fine. Pls don't mention body size unless it's specified. Don't mention skin tone. Pleaseeee, don't take away from someone else's ability to see themselves in your work that's specifically meant for the reader to see themselves in. Lots of communities don't ever get to see themselves in media, don't take fanfiction from them too.

- Use bold/italics. Both of these things can breathe a whole new life into what emotion you're trying to convey.

Example: No bold/italics

"I told you not to go there. Now we're both screwed."

Example: with bold/italics

"I told you not to go there. Now we're both screwed."

- Reread periodically. When writing a story for a few days, take a moment to go back and reread everything you've put down so far. You'd be surprised by how many little details and storytelling devices you'd forgotten about between writing sessions.

- Hit "Save Draft" literally every 15 minutes or any time you set your phone down if you write on mobile. Speaks for itself.

- AI will fuck you over. Don't be a fuckin' loser.

- Your ideas are NOT bad. Don't water down your vision in hopes that more people will read it. There really is something for everybody. You're doing yourself and your audience a disservice by changing your storyline to be more "mellow" or "relatable." It can be big, it can be dramatic, it can be weird, it can be angst or fluff or smut or literally anything bc YOU made it! No matter what, there will be people who love it with all their flesh and bones and people who scroll past after the first few sentences. It's all about chemistry or something idfk.

(Drop more tips in the comments/tags/reblogs for the new writers of Tumblr ((and me)) to learn and grow!)

[thehollowwriter]

Warnings: Blood, injury (but nothing too major). Word count: 1364

Summary: A fic for @natsukishinomiyaswife 's event! Finn's working on first aid for Iago's Paradise and is really on his last nerve. Luckily, a surprise visit from @theleechyskrunkly 's Aurinelle seems to cheer him up. (Leechy lemme know if I wrote him right 😭)

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ♥️)

First Aid Blues

If there was one word that would describe how Finn felt right now, it would be irritated.

In the shade of the first aid tent, the little shark sat with one leg crossed over the other, a scowl on his face.

He felt hot. Clammy. It was an absolute nightmare, especially when paired with the horrid sensation of his scrathy vest and slightly too tight shorts.

The pool of cool water a few feet away from him sparkled in the sunlight like an enticing gem, almost trying to lure him into its depths.

"Come here, come heeereeeeee," it seemed to call.

Well, firstly, it was crowded in there with other sweaty people laughing, shrieking, and generally making a ruckus. Do you have an idea what sweat consists of? You don't want to know. Secondly, Finn was on duty, working, so he couldn't go even if he wanted to.

"Nobody caaareees" sang the pool. "Come anywaaaaay."

"Be quiet." Finn told it.

"Fine, your loss." It replied, then went silent.

Finn drummed his fingers against his thigh, quietly observing the students working on his team.

There weren't many students in first aid. The idea of taking an elective that involved helping others and seeing nasty injuries from sports like magishift, even though you got extra credit, turned away many a Night Raven College student.

NRC's first aid team for sporting events was laughably small, especially when compared to that of Royal Sword Academy, which seemed to pull in volunteers by the dozen.

The other four or five students sharing the tent with Finn were paired off or sitting alone, chatting, scrolling through their phones, or laughing when somebody slipped near the pool.

This bunch was mostly in it for the credit, and in true NRC fashion, put in maximum effort for minimum work whenever they could, leaving a lot of the workload to Finn.

Finn would have kicked them out long ago if it wasn't impossible to operate completely alone.

Finn shifted his gaze away from them to watch the other people at the pool, observing them laugh and swim and eat ice cream, seeming to have the time of their lives.

A gentle breeze began to blow, and Finn relaxed a bit as it cooled him down. Though he wasn't exactly... calm, it was far too loud and crowded for that, it was still a nice moment. Watching everyone else have fun wasn't all that bad.

Shouts of alarm interrupted his thoughts, and Finn sighed.

'What now?' He thought, standing up and walking towards the commotion to find Ace both clutching his heavily bleeding knee and a big stick, surrounded by the rest of Finn's team.

Finn crossed his arms and stood next to them, watching them yap and bicker and waiting for them to do something

"Well?" He asked after a while. "You're not here to do nothing. Do your job." His voice was soft as always, but they all heard him just fine.

"But there's so much blood!" Wailed one. "It's making me feel sick."

"I did not put in this much work into my summer outfit to have my appearance potentially ruined by some idiot bleeding all over it!' Cried another.

"That bastard copied off me. I'm not helping him." Growled a third.

Finn's eye twitched as the chorus of complaints continued.

'Why,' He asked himself, like he did almost every single time there was something to do. 'Why do any of you even take this elective if you don't want to be near blood or help someone?'

"Move," He snarled out loud. "Shut up and move, I'll do it."

Ace's face went pale upon seeing him, and the card soldier began blabbering about being fine, but Finn ignored him.

There was a tiny hole in Ace's knee. It wasn't actually that bad of an injury, but it still seemed to gape forebodingly, like it wanted you to freak out when you saw it.

"How'd this happen?" Finn asked tiredly.

Ace almost didn't hear him. "Oh- uh... tripped and got stabbed with a stick." He held up the stick in question and waved it around for emphasis. "See?"

"I see."

Ace would be fine. It wasn't anything serious. Finn pressed a clean cloth against it to stop the bleeding, then cleaned and bandaged it.

"Keep an eye on that." He told Ace firmly. "I put some cream on for you. You should be able to get more from Sam. Just keep using it, and make sure you keep that covered."

His tone was flat and tired as he told Ace what signs of infection to look for and what else to do if he saw any, and when the ginger left, he turned around and clenched his teeth to resist the urge to bite someone.

"It was not that bad," He told the others. "He handled it better than you lot did. It's just some blood. You need to get over yourselves."

"But prefect!" Came a chorus of voices, and they all started complaining again.

"'It's just some blood' is something a psychopath would say!'

"They showed us those videos of nasty injuries during training- like gore type shit- and you didn't even react! I nearly threw up. It's not fair that you want us to be on the same level as you!"

"Well, you handle it just fine every time. Do we really need to do anything?"

"I'm just here for the extra credit, I don't want to get involved in that shit."

"Shut up, or I'll make you watch those videos again." Finn snapped, and they all went quiet.

He went and sat back down, and the others returned to a low chatter. He could feel a headache coming on already...

When he was first appointed "prefect" of the first aid committee slash team slash portfolio, he was delighted. Now, though, he wondered if maybe they should scrap the whole thing and hire actual medics instead. At least they wouldn't get into arguments with each other and waste time getting mad at the other school's first aid team.

Finn was irritated before, and now he was, well, still irritated but also pissed.

'I swear to the Sea Witch, if they all throw a fit again next time, I'm gonna blast them across the pool and-'

A pair of hands grabbing his own made him jerk in surprise and look up to find the familiar face of Aurinelle pouting down at him.

Finn stared for a moment. "Hello, Aurinelle. What's wrong?"

"Oh, Finn," Aurinelle whined. "My dearly beloved, once again, I've found myself to be very injured. And ill, so very ill."

The siren in question looked perfectly fine. Finn raised an eyebrow, amused. "What is it, then?"

"It's just horrible, I'm all bruised and broken and ill with... love sickness! The only cure is kisses and cuddles."

Finn made a sound that was a mix between a laugh and a sigh. "I'm on duty, Aurinelle."

For an abyssal merman, his boyfriend was very good at giving him puppy eyes."Exactly! You should help me!

The others were staring and bewildered, but Finn ignored them and instenad pulled Aurinelle down so they were eye level.

"Fine, but your full 'treatment' can wait until my shift is over." He said and pressed a soft kiss to Aurinelle's lips.

Aurinelle looked delighted, or at least, to Finn he did. To most others, he still seemed as unexpressive as ever.

"Go have a swim. You're overheating." Finn murmured. "You can come by later."

"Alright, fine," Aurinelle relented. He kissed Finn's cheek and smiled a small smile. "I'll see you later. I love you."

"I love you," Finn replied in a whisper, watching Aurinelle leave with a content expression.

The rest of his team stared, slackjawed, in a state of disbelief.

"Mind your own business," Finn told them, sounding much less venomous than he thought he would. He wasn't quite as irritated as before. Seeing one of his partners made him feel better. Happier.

They slowly went back to shaf they were doing before and Finn sighed, finally a bit more relaxed.

Maybe after his shift, he'd consider joining Aurinelle in the water.

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed reading this! I really had a lot of fun writing this little fic, and a bit of Finelle, too!

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[trancylovecraft]

Yan Lewin Light from blue exorcist? Headcanons pls!

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first of all, i love you for requesting him. please marry me.

I headcannon Lewin as an Obsessive and Possessive yandere.

Obsessive in the way in which well.. It's Lewin. He's obsessive by nature, Both by uncovering the mystery of what happened in section thirteen and his absolute love of demons. This transfers over to you, Definetly, You're the pinnacle of his obsession with him needing to know absolutely everything about you.

Possessive in the way in which Lewin believes that you are his and his alone. I headcannon (canon?) that he's a third-generation nephilim of Azazel, And he has certainly developed the way demons love. AKA meaning that he has a desire to own you, And that possessiveness being the driving force of his love.

Lewin is very touchy-feely with his love as well. It's a demon thing he inherited where he just subconsciously likes to let both you and everyone else know that you're taken. And to your displeasure/delight, He also enjoys getting raunchy in rather.. Public areas.

Lewin growing an obsession for you is very unfortunate and I can see happening in two different ways.

The first is where you're an exorcist, Maybe middle class or higher who has a love for demons just like he does. You're a tamer, You like to study them and are enamoured.

Lewin would notice you since you stick out like a sore thumb in the demon-hating world that is the true cross. Maybe you run into him one day during a mission, The only one who agrees with him and can tolerate his presence.

This peaks his interest, And we all know how dangerous that can be..

The other way Lewin could become enamoured with you is the exact opposite way. You hate demons, You loathe them with a passion. No matter if it's a coal tar or a Greenman, It doesn't matter as they are all monsters in your eyes.

Lewin would probably notice you from the way his sylphs definetly fear you, Having built up a reputation. Lewin, Being the jerk he is, Would probably take to teasing you and trying to convince you that demons aren't all that bad. You, Of course, Loathing him and his demons with all your being.

I'm going to go for the latter in this headcannon.

Lewin would've met you for being a backup on one of his missions. Perhaps you're a higher class exorcist due to your ruthlessness and efficiency of killing demons, Maybe even a fellow Arc Knight!

Lewin probably catches on to your remarkable distaste for demons quickly, And begins to tease you just as fast. He likes following you around, Laughing as he tries to half-heartedly make friends with you.

You, Of course, Are annoyed both by his personality and his absolutely rotten stench. You try to get him off of you, But him being an Arc Knight makes it very difficult to do so.

I feel like Lewin would take amusement in your distaste for him, Only fuelling his antics even more. It becomes a daily thing, Him often assigning you on the same missions as him so he can mock you for a past-time.

By now, He's just being Lewin with no sign of Obsession in sight.

But after a rather tough mission when you're in an airport away from the rest of the squad, Talking on the phone to someone, Does the spark of obsession really start to take fold.

Lewin's sitting away just out of earshot. You're on the phone to somebody.. But who? Lewin's curiosity gets peaked but as he tries to move closer, Both with him and his sylphs, You move away.

For some reason, This irks him. You're on the phone to somebody that's not him that you could potentially be informing of this top-secret mission.

You could be on the phone to someone that could possibly be with the Illuminati! You could be a traitor.. Yes, What if you were a traitor? What if that was just a family member or a receptionist filling in an application you've been meaning to complete?

He wants to know who, His curiosity grows by the second. But he can't get closer, You are vigilant and know to keep a good eye on him.. How observant of you!

This interest continues past the mission, Suddenly him following you around becomes less of a way of entertainment and more of an interrogation. Lewin begins to ask off-handed questions about your life, And you being on guard, Deflect it with ease.

This annoys Lewin even more. That itch inside him telling him to know more becomes worse by the second. It also sucks to know that past your general info, Your life has been strictly kept private to everyone, Even to an Arc Knight like him.

You have no social media, You have no friends in the Vatican or outside of it. You're a complete ghost, And not the kind he likes!

So its only natural that what he does next is only a precaution..

Lewin bugs your phone once you become careless one day, Leaving it out so vulnerable for the taking. Of course, Lewin has no guilt about this. He's only doing this for the good of the order, After all! Communicating with someone after a mission

You've been communicating with your boyfriend. That night you were telling him that you were okay, That you were fine. He told you how much he missed you, How much he worried for you.

And for some reason, It disgusts him.

Lewin is a difficult man to get disgusted, Usually calm and level-headed. But this? This is strange, He had finally found the piece of information he had been fishing for but instead of relief or the ego-stroke he usually go he felt.. Enraged, Genuinely repulsed..!

But Lewin isn't a man distant from his emotions, No. He's very aware of what and why he is feeling this way.

He's in love!

And wowee! What a feeling it is!

Lewin feels like a teenage boy getting a crush on a girl for the first time. Though he doesn't show it outright, Keeping his usual personality, You can notice a certain kick to his actions now. Like he's in a much better mood lately.

But that mood is instantly soured once he remembers just why he figured out his love for you in the first place.

Your "boyfriend". The man that isn't him. You may not have any social media, But your boyfriend certainly does and Lewin takes full advantage of it.

He stays up late, Much later than he usual does just to doom scroll through your Boyfriends social media pages. He scoffs at every selfie together or the pictures of what you ate on your date night. Lewin scoffs at him for trying too hard. Too distant as well as with your job, Him only being there for only a portion of your time.

He also may or may not send a few of his more.. Subtle demons to keep watch of him. Who knows? He might be with the the Illuminati, Though Lewin does doubt it as he doesn't think the Illuminati would hire someone who can't do anything right.

Around you? He does change.

Lewin's teasing turns to something much more flirtatious, I mean this man is pulling out all the stops. Every second sentence is a pick-up line, The first is a rather direct compliment towards your "assets".

You, Of course, View this as him trying to annoy you in just another way. Lewin's general personality doesn't change so it's rather easy to see it as such, So you just move on with your day and continue to shoot him down at any chance.

Lewin, Who likes to bring fast food on missions, Begins to bring you a serving too. How he knows your taste and your usual order, Who knows? But you don't care, You always turn it down, You don't trust Lewin.

Of course, This annoys Lewin. He doesn't understand why you'd turn him down and decide to stay with a man who couldn't even be with you most of the time. Lewin knows he'd be a better match, You have all your missions together, After all!

Though Lewin doesn't act on his growing urges, The ones that tell him that he needs to do something about this. He

But that all changes when you come into work one day with a ring on your finger.

Lewin spots it immediately, And as soon as he does he falls silent.

This is strange for him, Disturbing too. Though you can't see his eyes behind his hair, You can tell that he is staring dead at the rather expensive diamond adorning your ring finger. It almost makes you feel nervous.

You explain to him about your boyfriend and your engagement but he isn't listening. Though he quickly recovers his persona, Grinning, Patting you on the back and congratulating your marriage before walking off.

You don't think anything of it, Thinking it of just weird behaviour before going back to work.

But Lewin?

Lewin is pissed.

Are you seriously gonna marry a guy you won't even be able to see most of the time? Are you really gonna decide that some nobody who works in a corporate office is better than an Arc Knight like him?

This is the point where he's pushed over the edge, Lewin doesn't care anymore as he summons some of the highest ranking demons he has in his arsenal.

But he doesn't kill him.

No, Lewin is smarter than that. He has a better plan of getting him out of the way.

One day when you come home from a rather lengthy mission, Absolutely exhausted and wanting to just lie in bed with your fiancée is when disaster strikes.

Outside you find your house swarmed by members of the order, Your terrified as you run through them to find out what happened. Only for the captain of the squad to tell you what happened.

Your Fiancée was an Illuminati spy who was found smuggling cases worth of order documents while you were away. He had been lying to you this entire time and had been brought in to gather information.

You're heartbroken, Absolutely wrecked and betrayed as you break down crying. How could he do this to you? You've been in love since childhood, Did that mean nothing to him?

Lewin is thrilled, His plan working to a T. He had gotten your boyfriend out of the picture. Though it hadn't gone entirely on track as you have taken a leave of absence due to the grief you are wracked with.

But that doesn't stop Lewin from showing up at your new apartment with your order of fast food, Easily sauntering in to talk with you for hours while you lie in bed defeated.

You found it horrid at first, Your fiancée had been an Illuminati spy and Lewin decided to annoy you even then. But you've been isolated from everyone else for so long that.. You start to look forward to these visits.

Lewin brings you your groceries, He takes care of the bills and the rent (With his own money, Not that you'll know) and you start to talk to him without a single hint of aversion. Lewin is overjoyed by this, Finally getting a bit of attention!

He wonders if you'd still talk to him like this if you knew how your boyfriend was being tortured, If you knew it was him that was leading it.

But one night when Lewin decides to come over again, He finds you absolutely wasted, Having drank an entire bottle of wine, The one your Fiancée gave you to celebrate your engagement.

You barely remember anything of that night, Not remembering how you had kissed him and he to you. Not remembering how he had led you to your bed and taken the lead.

You only remember waking up naked, Lying against Lewin's chest as he slept and a hangover making your head throb.

You should feel disgusted that you slept with him, Disgusted that you did it so quickly after your fiancée's betrayal. You should kick him out your bed and never see him again.

But, You don't.

You want the contact, You want the physical touch to comfort you. As much as you don't want this, You close your eyes and go back to sleep cuddled up to him, All the while Lewin watches through the parting of his hair.

And this signals the domestic stage.

You and Lewin's relationship is strange to say the least. Makeshift, But it somehow works.

You come back to work with him one day. Your co-workers absolutely shocked to find that Lewin's now your partner, It was strange seeing the man you despised follow you around without you batting an eye or throwing an insult.

You now accept the fast food he brings for you, Let him throw an arm around you and start to flirt with you. And sometimes you even give him a rather sultry response, Always making him stop and gawk for a second before returning back to his usual persona.

Your dates consist of late night mission reports and trips to several fast food chains. It's not as extravagant as your old partner use to give you, But it's more personal and you have a good time with him.

Lewin also gets insanely jealous of anyone who decides to get a little too close to you. Giving passive aggressive jabs at whoever all with that shit-eating grin on his face and an arm locked around your waist.

Of course, That's all you see. You only think he's just a little possessive.

But you don't see how much of a jealous monster he is, Nor do you ever see the man who flirted with you ever again. Co-worker, Friend or stranger.

You're his, He won you and got his prize. Lewin's not going to let anyone come in the way of that, He doesn't even need to get his hands dirty as his demons do all of the work.

You officially move into his place and it instantly becomes much cleaner than it was before, Disgusted by the state of it. In a week it becomes spotless, Lewin being a little annoyed that all his research was now "organized" but gets over it quickly once he sees your proud face.

Your relationship is also VERY steamy.

This man is on you whenever he can, Pulling you into closets or even getting a bit risky during meetings. Lewin has no shame when it happens in a place someone could easily walk in on you two, Even enjoys it. While he does not want kids, He certainly doesn't act like it. Birth control is your only saviour in this relationship.

You'd also need to buy a lot more turtle-necks and other adjacent clothing, Him being possessive makes him like to leave marks absolutely everywhere.

You have a strict rule where you keep your demon-hating away from his demon-loving, Neither of you bringing up your opinions on the subject.

Your relationship, Weird, But it works.

But if you ever found out what happened to your previous boyfriend..?

Screaming, Crying. An absolute breakdown as you throw things at him, Desperate to get away from Lewin. He had tortured and eventually killed the man you wanted to marry, You were horrified, Terrified!

Lewin on his end is annoyed, Just annoyed. Even though he had killed the man ages ago, He still comes back to get in his way. Lewin tries to calm you down with a level-head.

"Hey! You're happy with me now, Right? So who cares about the other guy, Didn't matter what happened to him."

You try to run away, Leave the apartment but your ankles are suddenly sliced by sylphs. You fall to the ground in agony, Shaking and crying as you yell out in pain.

Lewin comes over to you, He's not acting any different to how he usually is. He tells you that you're never going to get away from him before pulling you up to carry your body in a bridal position.

He kisses you, But it was no longer sweet as it once was. You cry, Trying to get out.

Lewin tells you that he's not gonna lock you up, No, That would be just cruel and who would he be as your loving boyfriend to do that to you?

No, All you need to do is prick your finger and sign the contract in front of you with your own blood. Don't worry about what it says, Just sign the contract and everything will go back to normal.

Lewin will not let you go, You are his, He'll make sure you'll know it.

[skiyoosmi]

if fate permits

⤷ chapter thirty one: treachery

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marga's notes. sorry this took years to post i was dead (inside) jk lol pls blame my uni for burning me out

Perhaps, I was too ambitious to think this would be a plain sailing journey. How ironic, it's the exact opposite of what is happening. Doubt and confusion presents itself as soon as I decide to fight our fate. My mind only has perplexity and skepticism. How could it not? I mean, what do you even do when somebody claims to be your fated one but your soul rejects the notion?

The sound of the television's static travels to your ears as Kiyoomi scrolls through his phone to find a good movie to watch for the night, accompanied by the sound of your mother chopping the ingredients of your family's dinner from the kitchen, albeit somewhat muffled. Your fingers remain hovering over the laptop's keyboard, unsure if you should still continue writing when once again, various things distract you, most of them unwelcomed. As if on cure, your phone chimes for the nth time, signaling that you've received yet another text. You only let out an exasperated sigh and pick up the device, reading the message.

[7:15] Hajime: Hey, wanna vc? Just ate dinner, hope you did too :)

For some reasons you don’t know, Iwaizumi just can’t leave you alone from the moment you got off the plane, went outside the airport up until now, where you’re spending your time with your father and brother after being away from them for so long. It was heart fluttering at first, really; how excited he was to see and to be with you. However, some things are just too much sometimes, especially when all you wanted to do was watch said movie and catch up with your family. It was peace: something you craved for as of the moment because in the back of your mind, you knew that the following months would become chaotic.

The gray screen gets filled with vivid colors when Kiyoomi finally finishes setting up a random romantic comedy movie. Quickly typing out a response, you hit the send button. 

[7:17PM] You: That’s good to hear. We already ate as well. Currently watching a movie with ‘Omi and Dad right now so I won’t be able to reply after this. Have a good night :)

[7:19PM] Hajime: Ah.. okay then. Good night, soulmate <3

You pause to read his last message before finally turning the do not disturb mode on and lightly tossing the phone to the side. Heaving yet another sigh, you catch the attention of your brother who was sitting beside you.

"Do you not like this movie? We can change it if you want, it hasn't been that long anyway," your brother suggests, an eyebrow rising when you shake your head. Your dad was long asleep by the couch he usually relaxes on, probably fatigued from the week's work. You turn to your brother's gaze.

"No, just thinking…" you trail off, "what do you think of Iwaizumi?"

Kiyoomi merely shrugs, “eh, he’s fine.”

You huff, “at least give an effort to think about it more. I’m asking a serious question here, you know?”

The frustrated expression on your face causes your brother to ponder over the query a bit more before sighing, “this is difficult. We’re not even that close for me to comment on him. But he looks decent, like he can take care of you.”

His brows furrow when he perceives the slight disappointment on your face, almost as if you were expecting to hear him say negative things instead, “what’s up with you?”

“You really think he’s good?” you lightly say, eyes wandering as if lost further in your own thoughts. He hums, “yeah, something like that. But then again, you don’t need him to take care of you. You can do that yourself, and even if you can’t, you have me, or Osamu.. And his brother, Atsumu.”

He takes note of the way your face subconsciously lights up at the mention of the blonde’s name. Instinctively, it’s always him. 

“O-okay,’’ you stutter with a light blush. 

He ignores it though, it’s a topic set for another time and goes to ask instead, “mind filling me on why you suddenly ask about Iwaizumi-san?” 

Your somberness returns and once again, you look confused, doubtful, “well, he said he was my soulmate…”

Kiyoomi’s eyes widened, as if he couldn’t believe what he heard.

You don’t notice it as you continue to ramble on, “and I don’t know why but I just find it difficult to believe him and I feel guilty about that. ‘Cause I try to think about it, he doesn’t have any reason to lie to me, right? Especially since you yourself said he was a good guy. But, ugh, this is so complicated.”

“Come again?” He asks through gritted teeth, his fists starting to clench in anger. You look at him oddly, which turns to a glare in a second, annoyed that he wasn’t fully listening, “I said… I find it difficult–”

“No, not that. The one before that.”

“Ugh, I said Hajime told me he was my soulmate before. You know, the one I can’t remember? Well, at least that’s what I thought but apparently, he thinks it was a malfunction with the soulmate system. Because I can clearly remember him as my friend and yet, he insists that maybe the system distorted my memories or something like that,” you finish talking, expectantly looking at him, lurching backwards when you see his reaction, “Hey… you okay, ‘Omi? Okay.. I’m sorry. I know I wasn’t supposed to search for him anymore nor entertain soulmate stuff.. but you know how impo–”

“Let’s not talk about it anymore,” he abruptly stands up from the couch and quickly makes his way upstairs. You scramble to get up, “hey! Where are you going? Omi! You said you wanted to watch this movie…”

You only hear his bedroom door close as a response. 

“Geez, what got up that weirdo’s ass? So much for a movie night.. one falls asleep right away while the other has very bad mood swings,” you mutter under your breath, shaking your head as you go back to the living room, picking up your phone and trudging upstairs to your bedroom. You unlock your phone and see messages from Osamu and another from Hajime. 

[7:30PM] Samu: Tomorrow. Here at our house. I don’t accept a no. Good night ^_^

[7:35PM] Hajime: Oh, by the way, do you want to go out tomorrow? (:

“Sorry, Haji. Don’t really want to disappoint Samu,” you whisper as you type out replies for the both of them, the guilt of not minding if you disappoint Hajime instead becomes a fleeting thought.

Before you can even raise your fist to knock, the familiar wooden front door opens widely and you are welcomed by the sight of your gray-haired best friend. He pulls you in a tight hug and mumbles curses as he buries his face in your neck, “You took too long… way too long, idiot.” 

“It was only a few years, you dramatic ass. Never took you to be a clingy type of friend,” you hug him back with the same tightness before letting him go and walking inside their humble abode. He excitedly leads you to the living room, “wait here. Let me just get my brother.”

“Uhh… what?”

“Oh! I forgot to tell you, we’re going out with him. You know, like what we used to all do when we were–” his eyes widened as if he remembered something before lightly coughing and continuing to speak, “I mean… like what we both used to do, you know? But this time, with him. It’s been a long time since he came home too… and this could be a chance for you two to get closer to one another.”

He finishes rambling, internally praying you don’t catch the nervousness in his voice due to his slip-up a moment ago. He curses when he sees you slowly nod. With so many years of knowing you, Osamu already knew from your expressions that you caught even that minor mistake, how you’re currently scrutinizing each and every word they all speak ever since you came back and how you’re starting to get suspicious about everyone around you.

He doesn’t know if he should thank or curse Kiyoomi for giving him a heads up about your plans to find your soulmate. It makes him so conscious, so nervous he might accidentally tell you that the very person you’re trying to find is his dearest twin brother.

At the present, however, he only gulps and prays instead that you just pretend you didn’t notice anything. You do exactly that when you shrug and tell him, “alright then. That’s no problem for me.”

“G-good,” he says a little too loudly, mentally slapping himself to get it together, “I’ll… get Atsumu now hehe.”

You narrow your eyes at his weirdness, shaking your head before bringing your phone out to check your socials. You hum with interest as you open a message from Hajime.

I like to believe that I’m trying– that I enjoy the idea of being his soulmate, that I look on with favor to partaking in this play pretend, this fantastical theatrics of trying to work things out the way they are– me as his fated one, him as mine.

[9:09AM] Hajime-kun: Good morning, soulmate :) I’m a bit bummed we couldn’t go out. Anyway, enjoy your day with Osamu. Hopefully, it’ll finally be my day tomorrow?

[9:10AM] You: Good morning, Hajime-kun. Sorry again about that hehe but sure, I think I’m finally free tomorrow haha 

[9:12AM] Hajime-kun: Great! Also, I told you to drop the honorifics. You feel so distant when you use it *sadly sighs*

[9:13AM] You: Silly. I just respect you that much, okay? 

You hear multiple footsteps coming down so you quickly type out another message for him.

[9:14AM] You: Anyway, I have to go now. See you tomorrow.

You type out the word soulmate at the end of your text, only to delete it as soon as you pull on your heart. 

But I’m no actress. It’s all treachery. Whenever I try to give him  a chance, I feel like a traitor. It’s almost as if I was betraying someone, like I’m unknowingly breaking somebody else’s heart, my soulmate’s heart, somebody who my heart believes was not him. So I step back and hesitate, maybe I should just stop this. To prevent any more complications, to not feel guilty towards anyone, not to you and not to him. 

Before you can drown deeper in your thoughts, the twins come into view. You give Atsumu a shy smile as a greeting, feeling your heart skip when he returns the gesture. Osamu looks back and forth at the two of you and thinks, I guess the soulmate system really is a scam, huh? Even fate can’t handle these two. So obvious.

He rolls his eyes and scoffs, “What are you two? High schoolers? You could do better than those shy smiles.”

You both awkwardly chuckle, both cursing the gray-haired lad in your minds. 

“Fine, fine. It’s nice to see you again, Atsumu-san,” you genuinely smile and Atsumu’s heart skips. So pretty, he thought.

“It’s also nice to see ya again.”

Welcome home, YN, the blonde thinks with relief and solace filling his soul.

“Waah, it’s been so long since I came here,” you exclaim as your eyes take in the view of the very familiar and busy street market of your hometown. Atsumu looks at you fondly, hands itching to just grab yours and pull you to his arms while you stroll around the area but his thoughts don’t let him get too far as his twin calls him. “You’re too obvious, boy. You look like a lovesick puppy,” Osamu snorts, hands in his pockets as they watch you excitedly talk to the stall owners, “she wanted you to look at her that way for so long, yanno? Too long.”

“Yeah… I still regret that,” Atsumu sadly smiles, “Nothing much I can do about it now. Our fate’s passed.”

“Or so you think,” his twin shrugs when the blonde looks at him with confusion, “YN… even without her memories of you, is still YN. It’s funny, actually. Even fate couldn’t control her. Even after all that has happened, she still wants to find you. So don’t be a coward, Tsum. You don’t need to ask the world nor the gods for a second chance. YN… she’s giving it to you herself already, even without you asking.”

Atsumu looks at you once more, heart painfully throbbing at your smile as you call the both of them over to where you are. 

“She doesn’t realize it, neither do ya but… she still looks at ya the same way as she did before,” Osamu finishes as he pats Atsumu’s back before walking to you.

“Hey! You two walk so slow,” you comment, pointing to the stall in front of you, “they have ice cream there. Want some?”

“I’ll get it,” Atsumu says as he brings out his wallet.

“I’ll have mint chocolate,” Osamu says. You open your mouth to say your order but the blonde beats you to it.

“Vanilla with chocolate drip and those colorful sprinkles on top. Your favorite, right?” Atsumu says without looking up while he tries getting some coins out. You and his twin become silent, shocked at his familiarity. Osamu internally screams at his twin, this idiot! 

On the other hand, you freeze. How did he know such a very specific detail about you?

Realizing what he just said, Atsumu stops as well, the gears in his head turning to think of an excuse, “Uhm… that was weird for me to know, huh? It’s just that Osamu complained so much about it when I was abroad. Guess it just registered in my brain hehe.”

Nice save, he thought.

“Oh…really? Haha, that’s… interesting to hear haha,” you awkwardly laugh.

“Yeah… anyway, I’m gonna–” he gestures to the stall before practically running to it.

As soon as you thought he was already far enough from the two of you, you grip Osamu’s arm and pull him closer to you and threateningly ask, “This is a question that requires an answer if you want to live through the day– who was Atsumu’s soulmate? Why is his thread also cut off?”

He yelps and stutters, “W-what? What soulmate… I have no idea!”

You tighten your grip on him, “Oh, please, Miya Osamu. I know you have an idea.”

He gulps, “I-I swear I don’t. We never knew because Atsumu couldn’t see the thread.” 

You weren’t fully satisfied with his answer yet you had no choice but to let go of him as you see Atsumu coming back. You look at Osamu with a stare that tells him you were definitely not done with the said topic yet. God, she can be scary sometimes, the lad thinks and shivers in fear.

The blonde hands you your ice cream and smiles before looking around, eyes stopping at another stall.

“Oh, look! They sell waffles there, I think? I remember it’s also your favo–” he stops talking before correcting himself, “I remember Osamu saying it’s also your favorite, am I right?”

“Oh… uhh… yeah, you’re right,” you watch them argue with their eyes, frowning. 

“I’ll buy it this time!” Osamu squeaks out, rushing off and leaving you two.

“He’s so weird,” you comment as you stand beside Atsumu, giggling when he agrees.

“I know right. The gods know how much I’ve put up with that ass,” he shakes his head before sighing, “But he’s put up with me so much as well and probably more… humbled me for so many times already. I’ve made a lot of dumb decisions in my life, yanno? But for some reason, he’s the one always anchoring me, bringing me back and reminding me I could try again,” he pauses and says thoughtfully, “that it’s never selfish to take a second chance at things… or the people I love.”

You look at him and find him already looking at you, melancholy swimming deep in his eyes. You feel another painful twist in your heart and find your eyes welling up. A tear falls down which makes you gasp, hand reaching up but Atsumu beats you to it, his palm was already on your cheek, the pad of his thumb wiping the lone tear. Realizing what he has done, he starts pulling back his hand, “sorry. I should’ve asked for your conse–”

He halts when you wrap your hand around his wrist, placing it back.

“You know, Atsumu-san. Looking at you hurts like hell,” you start, closing your eyes as you feel more tears coming down, “whenever I look at you, my heart does this painful thing where it almost feels like I’m about to have a heart attack. It’s excruciating but… it makes me feel so alive, so full at the same time. It makes me think– what if… what if you were my soulmate and I just forgot?”

You open your eyes and sadly chuckle, “I think I’m weird like Osamu too.”

You bring down both of your hands and intertwine it, “Sorry for this.”

Your heart skips yet again when he grips your hand tighter after squeezing it, all while mumbling, ‘it’s okay… I think.”

However, there's also a chord of restlessness that sits within me, eager to fill the gaps in my mind even if the universe and our fate is against doing so. Maybe, this is a taboo. Something that must remain unexplored, untouched. The complexity of it all must be left unknown, for ignorance is a bliss, they say right? Unfortunately for them, for me, and for you… the gravity that pulls me towards him is too great, too satisfying to not acknowledge. So, how can I, a mere personification of hope, not consider that blonde hair and amber eyes to be the house of the soul I’m searching for?

Treachery? Betrayal? A traitor to my soulmate? None of those matters. 

Not when you make me feel different, Atsumu.

[qiaipia]

Somebody Tied You to an Ant Pile — miguel o’hara

ミ★ a Bullet fic on being in Highschool with a Miguel O’HottieHara

ミCONTENT: miguel o’hara x afab! reader. childhood friends to lovers. nerd/popular trope. messing around (r16). Inspired by blueastriz’s work on TT. 

read this as if i was a friend barging in ur inbox for a fic idea lmao. don’t take the formatting too srsly!

The cicadas rang their symphony in the hot summer air. It was time to part ways.

“You’ll text right?” An 11-year old Miguel O’Hara pouts, beside you on the swing. The sun was setting. A chapter was now closing.

You laugh, excited about the new adventure that came with moving homes, but you give him your biggest comforting smile. “Of course! You’re my best friend Miggy, we’ll even talk all night if you want to!” 

He pushes his glasses up his nose, pout still evident. 

You outstretch your hand, and he hands his over, interlacing each other. Stubby and sweaty children hands.

You gave his soft palms a gentle squeeze. “I promise. Nothing’s going to get in between us.” Your eyes beamed with hope.

Miguel gave a small smile and nods. “I’ll ask mama to buy me a phone.” 

- But that was 5 years ago and well, times have changed.

- But now you’re in Highschool as a popular kid!! 

- Mostly because you hung out with the mean girls 

- names? Stacy and Jane lmao 

- You though? you’re Nice, buuuutt you were also a bystander. Kid getting bullied? Not exactly your problem. 

- But when it mattered you spoke your mind and had a rbf so everyone stays away from your clique 

- You and Miguel go waaaayy back 

- Before you moved you were neighbors! 

- You and Miguel are childhood best friends 

- First grade at ur old school some bullies tied you and Miguel to an antpile

- You two were bonded ever since over red ant bites and swollen faces 

- Playing games together with the O’Hara brothers 

- Pulling stunts on his younger brother Gabri 

- Making messes everywhere

- And blaming Gabri lol 

- U guys were together EVERYDAY practically inseparable by the 6th grade. Never one without the other 

- Then you moved  u tried keeping contact but life kept u both busy, u guys just eventually stopped talking 

- Cue 10th grade! There is a new transfer student 

- U usually dont care, so u went a while without noticing this transferee 

- Then you saw someone getting picked on at lunch 

- U were studying the kid from afar - Jane saw u staring and teased u for it 

- Said his name was Miguel O’Hara. The newbie 

- “He’ll adapt soon enough.”

- DUH u remembered Miguel. He was ur grade school crush. And with his dorky glasses and thin frame, you STILL thought he was cute

- U wait for him out of his AP Science class 

- U creep behind him as he rummages through his locker and u shove him to get his attention 

- He was annoyed doe, “Ay mierda, you piece of shits took all my lunch money, I have nothing more-“ 

 - You grab hold of his shoulders and turn him around with the biggest grin on ur face lol 

- He is light as a feather and u were the same height lmao 

- He squints at you. “y/n?” 

- “Hola Miggy.” You laugh. 

- He is Shookt!! U went HERE?!?! 

 - U guys catch up going home, it was getting dark! U tease him abt the glasses, he teases u that ur a popular girl now 

- He is surprised,, to see u have such a big house now WOW ok 

- Ur family moved because ur dad got a better job offer and made much much more in the business

- U invite him in, he says his bro is waiting for him. U miss Gabri!! 

 - He is shookt when u say u have a pool PLS. U promise to invite him over next time

 - Gabri teases him ALL NIGHT LONG abt u, ur Miguel’s his gradeschool crush too, now he’s just happy to get back his friend 

- The next time someone bullies Miguel in front of u, its a jock who likes u, and u dont say much, so people are surprised u defend this nerdy new guy

- “Pick on someone your own size Archie. You get off hurting people smaller than you?” You call out from your seat on the table. 

 - Stacy backs you up. “Maybe he’s compensating for something.” She snickers. You make a puking sound. Everyone laughs.

 - Archie is embarrassed and leaves. 

- You flash Miguel a wink. He has to laugh. You stood up for him.

- Honestly, you guys don’t really interact at school. It was like teenage pride abt different social statuses and whatnot. You knew it would be bad for you and Miguel if you guys were seen together. 

- but u always wait for him on the days he has AP classes. 

- In return he walks you home. 

 - You both catch up. 

- Remember times like when you were both in grade-school, like the time his pants fell down while he was on the jungle gym. Or how you made a stupid amount of pastillas with him and had a sugar rush for days. 

- How your parents were now getting a divorce, and how yesterday he caught Gabri smoking Camels 

- Your girl friends have caught on. They wanna know the guy you were seeing. 

 - You had a stupid smile on your face all the time, of course it was a boy. 

- You couldn’t tell them of course, its social suicide 

- Once he came out of the AP Class early, you were confused 

- He said classes were cancelled 

- It was too early to go home, but it was too late to stay in school 

- He mentions that Gabri was at a friends house and that the house was empty 

- “Let’s get home before your mom does, yeah?” You say shakily, with a grin - You both obviously knew where this was going. 

- You both rushed to his house, nervous and clammy 

- “Is this your first time?” You ask with a nervous bite on your lips. “Yeah, yours?” He says, awkward fitting jeans doing nothing to hide pre-pubescent down there emotions. 

- “Mine too.” You mention nervously. “You’re shitting me.” 

 - “Don’t laugh!” You squeal throwing a pillow at him. 

- You didn’t know much about your body yet, and neither did Miguel, but his brown eyes were so captivating as he shuffled on top of you, sans glasses 

- It’s a normal thing now lol 

- Miguel actually ditches AP classes to mess around wit u 

- Esp with Gabri being out all the time 

- down bad fr 

- But it sort of goes like u need help also with homework after,, 

- So u learn??? because Miggy is such a smart cookie 

- U ACTUALLY LEARN 

- U learn each others bodies too atp so thats cute!! 

- It shows in ur grades lol 

- By then he is literally the only one ur messing around with 

 - But this one time: you both fall asleep after particularly tiring time alone 

- Sleep UNTIL DARK 

 - Conchata’s knock wakes u both tf UP 

- It’s impossible to hide u so u both settle for messily dressed and “We’re doing homework.” 

 - She doesn’t remember u at Miguel’s insistence lol 

- You awkwardly leave the house because she is NOT happy her son is bringing a girl home behind her back. Under the roof she pays for?!?! 

- “Do you even use protection mijo?” “…” “AY POR DIOS MIGUEL” 

- And well, now he gotta text his mom when u come over and Gabri gotta be there too 

- Gabri loves having u around, he geeks out with ur secret obsessions of comic books! It’s not really popular among your friend group, but you got really into it last year 

- Conchata doesn’t really approve of her son hanging out with a girl but “Ma I’m tutoring her.” And she rolls her eyes 

- You see it’s tense between mother and eldest son 

- You put a hand over Miguel’s after a harsh fight. “But you still love your mom don’t you?” 

- His eyes soften. 

- You have definitely pulled Miguel under the bleachers to make out once or twice 

- And you definitely have dragged him to empty supply closets lol 

- He’s down bad and a pretty girl just asked to blow him so is his 16 year old self gonna say no? 

 - Fuck no. 

 - You can’t keep ur hands to yourself lol 

- Plus you can see Miguel is slowly but sure changing. You gotta tiptoe now to kiss him WHAT 

- He also stares a LOT it gets you self conscious but he assures you your the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Followed by cupping your breasts and going “Have they always been this big?” Followed by you elbowing him 

- And who says sex ruins friendships?? It doesn’t! You and Miguel are closer than ever because of it 

- You know what does though? 

 - Love. 

- And you found that out when you cried yourself to sleep when Miguel said he was asked out by a girl to hang out in his AP Class 

- He said yes to her and he’ll hang out with you soon 

- But it’s always the same girl with him 

- Talking to him in class, during lunch, before, during and after AP Classes 

- Eventually he was halving his time with you and with her 

- They match well together, him and Xina Kwan. She was crazy smart and the same social status as him too. 

- She was sweet and smart and you have been avoiding Miguel like the plague in hopes it won’t wake up the vicious green monster 

- DAMN you were crying, mascara all over your face. 

 - It was the last day of school too urgh poor u. You wipe your tears as you wash you face on the school bathroom sink 

- Miguel had enough of u ignoring him tho so he walks up to you 

- While you were with ALL your popular friends around ur locker 

- And he asks if you wanted to walk home together 

 - He wasn’t really thinking, he just didn’t want u to avoid him anymore 

- You gave him a horrified look and ran away 

- And everyone laughed at poor heartbroken Miguel O’Hara

If this works out I’ll put out a fic for it. Hmu with thoughts!!

again, read this as if i was a friend barging in ur inbox for a fic idea lmao

[equallyshaw]

(i might do a blurb on his pov during those lost years)

YES!! i love seeing other povs!!

this takes place during 2018 christmas, june 2019 & summer 2023!

warnings: swearing! jack being immature lmao

send in more thoughts pls!!

everything that kailey did, annoyed the absolute crap out of jack. luke nor quinn had ever understood why, and jack never wanted to explain why. this christmas in particular was difficult, and missing a cherished member of the hughes family. kailey had been having a difficult time in highschool thus far, her sophomore year with luke. she decided that she was gonna fly up to upstate new york, to get away and be in a different environment. and truth be told, while she was dealing with bullies at school she was also dealing with a bully at home, and could never escape them.

☆

christmas 2018-

it was the day before christmas eve, and quinn had just flown in while kailey was flying out. he got into jims car and he could sense that something was wrong or off, "whats going on dad?" he questioned, nervous that it had to do with kailey. and he was right. "kails went to go visit my folks in upstate new york. she'll be back on the 2nd." he said and quinns eyebrows crinkled. "she's- she's having a really hard time at school and we already know that jack isn't helping. id rather ship him off if he didn't have practice." jim muttered and quinn sighed. "what is wrong with him? I've already spoken to him a lot this summer and he still isn't getting it." quinn said pulling out his phone to text kailey, "you're mom has about had it." jim said getting onto the expressway.

_

as soon as quinn walked in, he quickly went to go find jack who was with luke downstairs. "what the hell is wrong with you?!" quinn asked turning the tv off. "hey!" both younger brothers exclaimed, and quinn shook his head. "what is wrong with you jack, huh? why do you keep driving kails away!" quinn demanded but jack rolled his eyes, standing up. "no!" quinn said pushing him back on the couch, "tell me right now why our baby sister had to fucking flee because of you!" quinn exasperated, while luke stayed silent. luke knew exactly why.

jack shook his head, "do you not realize how bad it is at school? do you not realize the amount of bullying she gets, for you to only add to it here? what is supposed to be her safe place, is not!" quinn fumed and jack sighed. "if you don't say, i know luke will tell me exactly what i need to know. im giving you a chance to come clean." quinn said standing his ground. jack was silent, "what is it?!" quinn screamed one last time.

jack sighed once more, "its always about her, kailey this kailey that, when is it my turn?" he questioned and by the look on quinns face, you thought he was about to kill his brother. "seriously? you're jealous of your sister? you're jealous of somebody who doesn't play hockey, doesn't skate, plays her own sports and gets bullied? you're jealous of your sister who does whatever she can to blend in? are you stupid?" quinn said angrily. luke rolled his eyes, "he's just upset because mom and dad make sure that they are there for everything of hers. he's upset that she has more freedom, and gets the most support out of the two of us." luke butted in and jack glared at him. "you're an idiot, an absolute buffoon jack. last time i checked, you chose this. you chose to play hockey." quinn said shaking his head. "you are the reason why you guys moved here. she may be upset at that fact, but she's moved on from it. you give her so many reasons to not like you - but shes a better person because she still wants to do right by you. she wants to prove to you that she can be a good sister. do you not realize how much shit she puts up with from you, because she wants you to be her friend at the end of the day? and don't deny it, but i heard about the 'she's literally just a roommate' comment to the boys." quinn finished, before looking at luke. "i expect more from you luke, i expect you to stand up more to this idiot." he finished before walking upstairs to find his mom. he had a plane to catch to new york.

☆

june 2019- nhl draft.

kailey wanted to be anywhere but here. yet, her parents and quinn had convinced her to come to vancouver with the family. kailey would do everything in her power, to not stand out because she couldn't step out of line or else jack would throw a fit. it had been hard the past few months, but she kept assuring herself that she wouldn't have to put up with him for much longer. ellen pulled her daughter into a hug the morning of the draft, as kailey began to sob. kailey had been experiencing anxiety attacks for a while at that point and only her and luke knew about them. this morning she woke up in a panic, as soon as the alarm went off. she called her mom in a panic, from the next room door and she quickly rushed over. "i - i cant do it, i cant i wont i wont." she sobbed into her mom's chest. ellen rubbed her hand over her daughter's back, holding on as tightly as she could. but she knew that if she didn't give jack the attention is so craved, she'd also never hear the end of that. "i cant mom, i cant!" she exasperated, pulling away and sitting down on the bed. ellen sat down across from her on the extra bed, waiting for her daughter to say something. "im sorry, i cant do it. i cant support somebody that tears me down every chance he gets. i literally breathe and he finds an issue with it. im over it, im not making my self physically sick anymore." she said beginning to cry again. ellen and jim could never say or do enough to get him to stop, and none of the boys would say why exactly he had done what he'd done. they'd had it with him, taking away things and grounding him but none of it did a damn thing.

ellen had a sneaky suspicion of what it was, but would not hear the truth for awhile longer.

the family had just finished getting ready and were in jack's suite, filming as well. kailey on the other hand was in her bathroom, sitting on the tile floor puking her guts out. she had made herself so physically ill the whole day, and this was the only way for her body to dismiss it. quinn knocked on the door with luke before walking in, and realized that the room was empty. luke knocked on the door, and he quickly whipped it open when he heard gagging. "oh my god!" he said kneeling down in front of her, pulling her hair back as she puked. she sat back against the bath tub and the boys took in how hollow her eyes were. her skin pale, and exhaustion plagued her features. "whats going on?" luke asked pulling her against his chest. she shrugged, as quinn texted their mom. her eyes began to refill with tears, as luke pulled her in as close as possible. "i cant go. i wont allow myself to." she whispered for only luke to hear. "he doesn't deserve my support, anymore. i cant support somebody who doesn't love me or even like me." she said louder and quinn picked it up. he left the bathroom and room, and headed over to the suit that his parents and jack were in. as soon as he walked in jack smirked, "wheres the drama queen?" he mused, making sure his tie looked good. "she's sick." was all quinn said leaning against the wall next to ellen. ellen looked over at him, and she could tell what she was exactly sick with. "sick? i doubt that. she just needs the attention on her." jack said cockily, and quinn could kill him right there he thought. or, one chance to take a swing at him. "lukes with her?" ellen questioned, and quinn nodded. ellen walked out of the suite and walked over towards kaileys.

luke wiped kaileys tears, and smoothed down her wavy hair with his other hand. she had finally reached the end of her effort, she didn't have it in her to support the brother who always thought of her as less than. her personal bully had won, and was getting rewarded for it that day.

☆

spring 2023- may

quinn looked over at jack, who was busy typing away on his phone. quinn had just gotten back from brunch with kailey in detroit, and he was relieved to see how kailey was doing after her sophomore year of college. she had just gotten back from study abroad and had absolutely adored her time there. she had also spoken about how she was thinking about doing a semester at sea but wasn't exactly thrilled about the cost. but quinn wouldn't hear it, he was gonna make his baby sister as happy as he could, and make up for the lost years.

"listen, youre gonna help me do something for kails." quinn announced, without giving jack a choice. jack looked up from his phone, and gave him a 'wtf' look. "yeah right." jack said, returning to his phone. "no! you're gonna do this with me asshole. you are gonna make up for the lost years. you are gonna do right by kails, and you're gonna do this with me. she deserves to be happy, you didn't see how happy she was today. i haven't seen that big of a smile since we lived in canada man. i haven't see her so content. and you are not gonna fuck this up." quinn explained, and jack set his phone down while sitting up.

"why would i help her? last time i checked she doesn't speak to me or support me." he said like it was obvious. quinn rolled his eyes, "if you weren't so thick in the skull you'd realize just how much she supports you and how much she wants you to be happy. y'know she keeps up with all your stats, and watched games with luke this season. she asks me and luke all the time how you're doing, and whats going on with your life. maybe if you'd give her the time of day, she'd open up to you and she'd show you how much she loves you. these past three years away from you has given her perspective and grace, and you don't deserve any grace. but that's who she is, always looking for the benefit of the doubt and ever the optimistic person." quinn paused, "you're gonna be a nice brother and play the part, and you're gonna do this with me." quinn said not taking no for an answer. "she has no idea that were doing this, so don't give me the "shes gonna expect more of this." but you know deep down that she isn't that person. mom and dad didn't raise her to be that way, so wipe that thought." quinn said with intuition, knowing what was going on in jack's mind.

jack sighed, "what is it for?" and quinn smiled. "semester at sea. she wants to go to europe and asia, for the spring semester. we still have time to pay for it. she got accepted but was gonna decline when she saw the final amount after scholarships and financial aid, etc." quinn said pulling up the email he got from ellen. after he left brunch, he headed over to his parent's house to talk to them. they were more than elated that quinn wanted to do this for her because let's be honest. she deserves the absolute world.

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a week later.

"quinn?" kailey called out after stepping into her parents house. she had received a text from quinn if she could meet her there, that afternoon. what she did not expect, was to see jack there with quinn. they two were in the living room, hanging out with everybody. "hey sweetie, come here!" ellen said patting the spot next to her. kailey eyed jack, as she walked over to the couch. he hadn't seen her in three years almost, and she had changed. changed for the better of course. "yes?" she questioned as the family looked at quinn and jack with smiles. "we wanted to do something for you, kails." quinn began. "think of it as a token of our brotherly love." jack said and quinn elbowed him, "you're in on this?" she questioned jack. jack swallowed hard and nodded, "umm." she said not sure how to respond. "here." quinn said standing up and handing her the envelope. it was a confirmation slip for the semester at sea and a flight to europe for docking. she took the envelope, and opened it up slowly. she saw the ticket before the confirmation slip, "oh my god? oh my god!" she said standing up and freaking out. her eyes filled with tears of gratitude, and hugged quinn. "thankyou thankyou thankyou." she said into quinns chest, and the family only laughed in response. "oh my god, i could cry." she said pulling back and looking up at her brother. "don't cry kails, it isn't necessary." he said and she shook her head. "ill repay you guys i promise! it might take awhile after graduation, but ill get there!" she said looking between jack and quinn, but they shook their head. "no! you arent repaying us a dime. we want to do it for you, we have the ability to so you don't need to worry." jack finally spoke up. worry was her middle name when it came to jackson.

"dont worry blondie, you deserve the opportunity to go, so you're going." quinn added and kailey frowned. "alright." she said softly before luke stood up and wrapped his arms around his sister. "you're gonna have to text me every day, send me all the pictures in the world. im gonna have huge fomo." luke mused and quinn second that. "come here." quinn said wrapping his arms around the other side of the girl, and she felt the weight of them. "god ii swear to god if you make me fall over." she said as the two boys laughed. quinn waved jack over, and jack fought with himself. he didn't know what to do. "get over here princess." kailey announced, and jack sighed standing up.

ellen snapped a quick picture of the four's group hug. ellen and jim looked at one another thinking the same thing, they hoped that this was the beginning of a new chapter between kailey and jack. and hoped that jack wouldn't screw it up.

hope you enjoyed!!!

also quinn and luke to the rescue 🥺

[coconutbabydoll]

ೀ-one last time

pairing: abby anderson x fem!reader

warnings: reader is a cheater, open ending, bad grammar, lack of vocabulary lol that’s it i think. don’t keep scrolling i’ll get better over time!!

summary: so one last time i need to be the one who takes you home ;) (lyrics from the song bbg)

a/n: okay so it took me like 5 days to write this , please please interact likes,reblogs, and comments are appreciated but not mandatory!! if there any grammar, punctuation, mispelling lmk!! i would listen to the song after reading this but it is a popular song you probably already heard of it. also is this giving wattpad core ?? that’s like my biggest fear, okay shutting up posting this and now i’m throwing my phone across the room!!

it’s becoming more and more physically impossible to pull yourself away from your bed. only thing inducing you to get up was your nine to five job. you sighed and wearily pushed your hands on the bed and looked at your pillow. there was a big wet spot on your pillow. why were you crying? you were the one who messed up, you were the one who lied, it’s been five months why couldn’t you just get over it. you jumped off your bed and walked over to vanity desk and grabbed your phone. immediately you clicked on the instagram icon, for the past five months this became apart of your daily routine, abby. you tried to resist stalking her page but she was really unforgettable. you scrolled through all of her gym photos, photos with friends , and photos and videos she still had up of the two of you. you didn’t really know what that meant, at first you thought it meant she missed you, so you tired to contact her but she always left you on seen. you clicked on her profile picture icon to see what she posted on her story.

oh, you didn’t see that coming. it was photo of her and some girl, the girl was kissing her on the cheek and her arms wrapped around abby neck while abby made duck face, one hand holding the phone towards a bathroom mirror and the other on the girls waist.

the picture was caption: happy two months baby!! i love you more than words can explained :)

two months? so it only took her three months to get over you while your suffering everyday, always wishing you go back five months in time so you could take back that one moment that’s been repeating in your head every single day , that moment wasn’t even the worst part it was abby little puppy dog eyes when she found out, god you felt so awful then, all you wanted to do was stick a knife down your throat, you still do now.

you swipe off of instagram and deleted the app, you got enough of that. you open your message app and texted your boss telling her that you had fever and you weren’t able to make it, you needed a little break. you’ve been working nonstop for five months , you needed something to distract your mind.

it was a friday after all, just because abby moved on doesn’t mean you have to spend it depressed and cooped up in your bed. maybe you could hang out with your friends, you still had a decent amount of those. actually no, all your friends were shared with abby and if they still talk to abby, which they most certainly do, they would know abby’s girlfriend. if you asked to hangout with them, they would invite abby and she would invite her girlfriend, absolutely not. maybe a frat party, there was a decent amount of those too, a perfect way to meet new people and to get over somebody, you used to go to a lot. thats actually how you meant abby , that’s how you lost her too.

the thing was you have been so out of the mix lately, you haven’t heard the word frat party since five months ago. there always a party on friday, right? dina, dina, dina, dina, she would know she goes to almost everyone. plus you guys still keep in contact. you open your message app and clicked her contact name.

y/n: hey dee, is there a frat party going on tonight? cs i kinda wanna go to one, pls lmk

dee: oh wowww looks who finally wants to come out their shell, haha yes there is one at 11 can i come over a 10 with some stuff so we can get ready??

y/n: yea sound great

now what to do till ten, you could get up and get some coffee, walk to the park, make some breakfast, read a book. nope, you decided to download instagram again , log back into your account and stalk abby. you sighed, was it really that easy for her to forget about you, get over you? maybe she wasn’t over you, she still had your pictures up! messaging her again wouldn’t hurt, you thought.

you click on the message button and look at all your previous messages, all of them including an “i’m sorry, please just listen to me.” your only contact with her was instagram because she blocked you everywhere else. you were always puzzled as to why she blocked you everywhere else but not instagram. you hesitated before typing and deleted a couple of sentences and finally you were satisfied.

“hey abby, i’m sorry to bother you on your anniversary and stuff but i just want to tell you somethings i felt like i really didn’t have time to explain, first of all i’m truly and deeply sorry from like the bottom of my heart. it was never my intentions to hurt you , it just happen i was drunk out of my mind and the whole time i thought about you, i hated myself for doing that to you and i wanted to tell you before she did but i chocked imma fucking coward i know , i’m sorry abby. i don’t deserve you at all but i miss you.”

it’s not like she actually was going to reply but you still wanted to express yourself, what you really wanted was her to forgive you but that’s never going to happen. you still had several hours left before dina came over , you decided to take a nap.

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you were woken up to the static of your intercom, you whined and look for your phone with your hands scavenging around your bed. your eyes were dazzled by the brightness of your phone screen, it was 10:13 and you had loads of text from dina, you got up and pressed the door button to your intercom and open your apartment door and stood at the threshold.

“how long are your staying?” you sarcastically questioned dina as she walked up the stairs with a travel suitcase.

“i brung options, i know how picky you are.”

when dina walked in she gazed around your apartment, like she’s never been in there before.

“i feel like i haven’t been in here forever, it still looks the same.” you let out a little chuckle.

“i brought everything, shirts, shorts, skirts, dresses, jeans. here pick out what you want,” she shoved the suitcase towards you. “imma gonna to do my hair in the bathroom.”

you tugged on the zipper moving it around the suitcase and opened the top, you eyes were met with a variety collection of clothes. you didn’t really think about what to wear. a nice top and shorts would be fine. before you had the chance to grab an outfit you heard your phone buzz, you reached over and grabbed it- no fucking way! abby had message you back, we’re you dreaming ? you took the back of your hand and firmly rubbed your eyes, gazed back at your screen and nope this is real, quickly you clicked on the message and your phone automatically unlocks.

“can you stop, no like actually i had enough. all those other messages i ignored, but cmon on my fucking anniversary. my girlfriend and i are happy and i don’t need you back in my life. i don’t need any source of reminder of you. doesn’t matter how many times you say sorry it doesn’t take back what you did! and i asked you and you lied! stop it i don’t care anymore, leave me alone before i block you, this shit is super annoying.”

geez that was awful, we’re you really that annoying? you were just trying to express yourself, she never gave you chance to actually explain she just went off of what the girl told her, but you did lie and what did you expect? for everything to be all happy and sunshine, for her to read your message and want to get back together? but there no actually way that sh-

“what are you doing?” dina giggled as she walked in the living area, her hair was straightened down with a middle part. you didn’t realize how long and deep you had been into your thoughts, fuck that was embarrassing.

“nothing, i was just thinking about um some stuff.”

“well can you think about what your going to wear, cmon let’s go!”

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this party’s stinks, no like actually it stinks, it smells like sweat, must, and ass. and you weren’t really having fun, a couple of people try to flirt with you and got some girls number, made out with like two of them but none of them gave you that same tingly feeling you had when you met abby.

“dee, i’m gonna head to the bathroom,” you informed dina, she waved you off and continued talking with some guy, the three of y’all were sitting on some torn up leather couch along with some others. you were scrolling on your phone the whole time, and peeling the leather off of the couch. you made your way upstairs where you assumed the bathroom would be and it was, there wasn’t a line but someone was in there, so you patiently waited on the side of the door.

and as if it was by fate or the universe just really wanted to be entertained right now, guessed who walked out of the bathroom. abby fucking anderson.

her eyes kinda widened and her lips slightly parted, she look like she just seen a ghost, she took a deep breath and you saw her chest moved and back down, like she was in awestruck or something. the staring between to both of you felt like it would last an eternity, in reality it probably only lasted five seconds until she scoffed and walked away making sure to bump your shoulder.

“abby abby! please wait,” you yelled chasing after her, she was walking fast so you started speed walking to catch up, when you did you grab her wrist in attempt for her to stop.

“get the fuck off of me!” she fumed and spun around and stopped walking. “what the fuck do you not understand? i don’t wanna see you, leave me alone!”

“abby please, one more time! just this once and i’ll leave you alone forever please,” you sniffled. you didn’t want to cry but shit. the anger in her face kinda soften. and you two stood there for what felt like an eternity again.

“cmon,” she finally said while she grabbed your hand and led you into a empty bedroom. she let go of your hand and closed the door behind her, and sat on a unmade bed.

“this better be worth my fucking time, go!”

“it is! i swear, i- i just don’t exactly what to say, i mean i’ve been waiting to speak to you for months and i missed you so much abby, there’s not a day that went by that i didn’t think of you and-,” you rambled out but was eventually cut off by abby.

“okay so what exactly do you want to talk about, i know what happen , i know you lied, and i know you regret it and all that bullshit but we’re not getting back together, my girlfriend is downstairs waiting for me and i’m going to keep her because she doesn’t cheat and lie.”

“i know but , i just wanna put this past us and i know we can’t be together but i don’t wanna be friends either, i can’t stand to see you with someone else, i feel like- i don’t know like we were meant to be, it’s corny i know. and i know she’s probably a good person, probably the best you ever had, but i’ve been miserable, i don’t want to be without you,” you expressed, you walked closer to the unmade bed where abby was sitting and gently caressed her shoulder, she looked nervous but at the same time it was how she always used to look at you when you two were a couple.

“what are you doing,” she said uncertain, low, and shy. she was looking down at her leg which was bobbing up and down.

“i don’t wanna think about it,” you breathed, and pulled abby into a kiss. it didn’t last long but it was loving and for three seconds you swore she kissed you back until she pulled away.

“i can’t- this is wrong i have-.”

“don’t think about it ,i know you want it too, just one last time.”