So uhhh....
Now that the new Li is here(sort of), Non-mc writers, I'll be looking to see more of you~🥰
Everyone who said Caleb is dog or wolf coded right now(I mean he still is but..):
I am....DEVASTATED
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So uhhh....
Now that the new Li is here(sort of), Non-mc writers, I'll be looking to see more of you~🥰
Everyone who said Caleb is dog or wolf coded right now(I mean he still is but..):
I am....DEVASTATED
SAVE VALKO
Due to the recent news of infold canceling Valko, I have created a petition to release Valko to Western Countries only. Please sign this because this is literally our only chance at saving him now. I beg you you to BE VOCAL so you can be seen. Our love for Valko matters!!!
Save Valko in Love and Deepspace
To be Valko's right hand isn't just a job, it's a commitment. it's a lifestyle. Sure he pays well. Sure he's the longest friend you ever had, but sometimes , you just wished he respected your sleep schedule.
Your head whips so fast it made you dizzy. He waves at you, phone still in hand as he is perched on the rails of your window. You almost scream if not for you falling of the bed. His tail wags in amusement from your mishap and you have no choice but to open the window.
Im so angry rn I can't even speak, like i'm legit still tryna process everything.
So the winner takes it all just started playing so I felt the need to write this. To the CN girlies and people who so desperately wanted Valko to be removed, I hope you're happy and fuck you.
I dont play the game as much anymore and I might just never again because im beyond upset right now. Mostly for the players who actually liked Valko and all the people who worked so hard to bring him to life.
All that coding, voice acting, art, motion capturing, etc and the plans to wish for him all gone down the drain simply because parasocial "fans" couldn't handle another love interest. It's a game, it was never that serious, you would have lived.
And the fact that Infold gave into them. My expectations were already low but holy fuck. Just goes to show that they care more about what the CN players think than the western players(they've showed it before tbh).
Im genuinely so pissed rn.
Im not good with words so im sorry if this sounds insensitive or misinformative.
Goodbye Valko, you will be missed💔.
Synopsis: He called you his forever, but now, you’re nothing more than a fleeting whisper in the wind.
Pairing: Valko x nonMC reader
cw: hurt/no comfort, do NOT read unless your feelings have a death wish
Back then, he was yours.
Back then, he told you that no one else in the world mattered more to him than you.
‘You are my everything,’ is what he said.
Back when the world knew nothing about him, and it was just the two of you. You were his, and he was yours, and you were convinced nothing will ever change that.
You loved him. Deeply. Even when he told you the truth of what he really was, you still accepted him.
‘Nothing will ever change my love for you,’ is what you told him.
You even lived together, your home one of playful laughter and at times quiet comfort; one of dependence and trust, love and support.
You had matching promise rings, ones that he surprised you with on your two year anniversary, his initials carved into your ring and yours into his.
‘These rings will be proof of my promise of forever to you.’
Liar. He was such a liar.
June 22, a day you will never forget. That day, grey clouds covered the sky with the promise of rain, thunder rumbling in the distance as an ominous feeling of dread settled deep in your bones. He was supposed to be home by now, so why wasn’t he?
The dinner that you prepared for the two of you sat cold and neglected on your dining table, while you paced back and forth in the living room looking at the darkening sky above.
You called him, once, twice, three times and he still didn’t pick up. Rain started to come down in rivulets that pounded against the glass windows, roaring thunder and flashes of lightning streaking across the sky.
But suddenly, you remembered something.
He told you that he sometimes goes running in the woods to clear his mind, and also at times when he gets an adrenaline rush. He even took you to his usual running spot in the woods to run with you.
It was a reckless thought, really, to go out there to find him in the pouring rain when it was close to nighttime.
It was odd because he’s never done this before, he always texted you if he will be late or when he was coming home; even when he was busy.
But there wasn’t single call or text message from him, your phone was just…silent, adding to growing dread that you felt in your chest.
So you drove out to the woods to find him, rain soaking your clothes and hair when you exit the car, mud staining your shoes and pants as you trek through the dense forest.
You were close to tears when an hour had passed and you still didn’t find him, panic and worry crawling up your throat as your breath came out short and uneven.
The sky cleared and the full moon was now visible, illuminating the dense forest…
And the figure that stood on jagged rocks, the tips of his ears in his wolf form like a shadow against the light.
When you called out his name, raw and broken, he turned around slowly, and what you saw punched what little breath you had left out of you.
His usual warm, molten gold gaze has turned cold and hard as ice, his lips set into deep frown as his eyes settled on you.
‘Who are you?’
Dreads ugly claws came to wrap itself around your throat, your eyes wide in panic as you desperately hoped this wasn’t real.
But it seems he really didn’t remember you, not even you told him your name and what your relations to him were. Not even when you told him that you lived together and did everything with each other.
If anything, every word that came out of your mouth seemed to piss him off even more, scoffing as he turned his back on you to leave.
That was when you tearfully choked out, ‘You promised me forever! You said- you said I was your forever!’
With that, he paused and looked down at the ring adorning his finger, the moon shining off the band as you desperately searched his face for any sign of recognition. Anything.
But he scoffed, his face filled with disdain as he took the ring off of his finger and threw it at your feet, staining it with mud and grime.
‘I’ve never heard such delusions before, but if I really said all that…then perhaps I didn’t mean it.’
And with that, he took off into the endless dark night, leaving your heart shattered into a million pieces of glass as you clutched the now dirty ring to your chest, full body sobs wrecking and shaking you as your wet clothes clung to your damp skin.
Three days later, you see him on the screen of your tv, but he’s not alone.
You see him with a woman by his side, one that you recognize as that famous hunter from the association.
Anger and jealousy flares in your chest, but also a feeling of emptiness as you hastily shut the tv off, the house now completely silent.
There’s no sound of his laughter, no more of his little teasing remarks. The house is now empty, the chair across from you when you eat dinner?
Empty.
The spot next to you on the sofa when you watch tv?
Empty.
The other side of the bed when you go to sleep at night?
Completely, and achingly…
Empty.
At night, you hug the pillow that he used, the scent of him still lingering on the fabric as your tears soak it, the ring that he threw back at you that you put on a chain cold against your chest, the metal biting into your skin.
You have nothing left in you anymore, your heart just as empty and numb as the house that the two of you used to share.
He called you his forever, but now you’re nothing more than a fleeting whisper in the wind.
a/n: Damn…you know, I am a firm believer in hurt/comfort, but who would’ve thought I would make a hurt/no comfort fic? I guess the feels were really hitting me tonight lol. Also, I recommend listening to Moon Halo while reading this! I had it on repeat towards the end, and that’s when the feels really started hitting.😔
Always Yours
Synpopsis: You celebrate Luke’s birthday together with him, basically very fluffy and cute.
Genres/Tropes: Romance, Slow Burn, Coming-of-Age, Comedy, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Possesive x Possesive
Pairings: Luke x reader (nonMc), Caleb x MC, Caleb x nonMc
a/n: kinda long, oops.
Chapter 4: Happy Birthday Luke!
Three days before Luke’s birthday, you’re wrapping the last present for him in decorative paper, securing it with tape and putting a bow on top of it.
All the presents that you got him aligned with his interests; some riddle books, a small wooden storage box, and a key necklace that goes with the box to unlock it.
You thought about getting him a camera, but all of them were expensive and you didn’t have enough to get him one.
‘I’ll just save up and maybe get him one next year. If he doesn’t get one by then already.’ You thought.
That is…if he’s still around when next year comes.
You shake your head as you will yourself to stop thinking about that, redirecting your thoughts to how you’re going to give the presents to Luke.
Should you give it to him at school? Hmmm…no, you want him to take his time when he opens his presents. Maybe after school at his house?
At that thought, it’s like a light bulb goes off in your head as you get up off the floor and run downstairs; your heart racing as you dial his home phone number, hoping that his mother will pick up and not him.
The line clicks as a kind voice comes from the other side. “Hello?”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you sigh in relief. “Hello Mrs. Pearce.” You say.
“Oh! Hello!” Judging from her voice, she sounds pleasantly surprised. “How are you?”
“I’m good, how about you?” You say as you return her question.
“Oh I’m well, thank you. What can I do for you?” She inquires kindly.
“Well…if you don’t mind, do you think you can help me do something together?”
Three days later, it’s Luke’s birthday, and you and Rena have been putting together a plan to surprise him.
The plan was, on the day of his birthday after school, you have to keep him busy for the rest of the day until the evening while she prepares the house and decorates the cake for the surprise. Simple, right?
And the good thing is, you already decided where you were going to take him for the rest of the evening.
The bell rings as it signals the end of the school day, the mid afternoon sun shining through the windows and bathing everything in a bright yellow glow.
Closing your eyes for a second, you bask in the warmth of it as it shines on your face, letting out a content sigh as you pack your backpack and sling it over your shoulders, on your way to find Luke.
As you exit the classroom, you’re about to walk forward when you feel a hand on your shoulder. A part of you hopes it will be Luke when you turn around, but nope. It’s Emcee.
“Hey! Caleb and I were going to go to the new cafe that opened recently, want to join us?” She asks as she smiles at you, her eyes shining with hope.
For the first time in a while, you don’t even feel yourself hesitate when she asks you this; your mind made up days ago and your resolve strong.
You wanted to spend Luke’s birthday with him.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Luke making his way down the corridor away from you, the sun shining on his back as it illuminates his hair in a honey glow.
You feel something almost, but not quite like desperation as his figure becomes smaller and smaller as he continues walking away from you.
“Sorry, maybe next time,” you say apologetically, shaking her hand off your shoulder lightly as you jog your way down the corridor to catch up to him, “I have to keep the birthday boy busy today!”
You’re grinning now as you sprint down the hallway, leaving Emcee there by herself with all the other students preparing to leave and go home for the day.
Your heart is full and feels as warm as the sun when you catch up to him, lightly poking him on his back as you come to walk beside him. “Happy birthday Luke!” You exclaim happily.
His features light up in surprise when he sees you, but it quickly changes into a fond smile as he looks at you, letting out a light laugh. “Thanks, but, didn’t you tell me that this morning too?”
You hum happily, “There’s no harm in saying it again though! Anyway-” you change the subject as you walk in front of him, making him stop in his footsteps.
“Today, I’m taking you out!” You announce.
His lips quirk upward in amusement. “Like, on a date, or with a sniper gun?” He jokes.
You let out a laugh at the familiar meme as you continue walking forward. “I’ll surprise you.” You say with a hint of mystery as you smile to yourself.
Luke laughs, warm and brightly as he catches up to you, his voice taking on something curious. “Wait- seriously though. Where are you taking me?”
“The arcade?” He asks to not really anyone in particular, looking around the arcade and its bright neon lights as loud, playfully energetic music plays.
“Yep.” You say as you return with a bunch of tokens. “That is, unless you want to go somewhere else. It’s your birthday after all-” You’re about to offer another suggestion before he quickly cuts you off.
“No! It’s okay, I’ve been wanting to come here a while!” He exclaims as he reassures you. “Come on, I want to go to…that one!” He doesn’t give you the chance to respond before he takes off, leaving you to quickly follow him as you smile and laugh to yourself.
‘He looks so excited.’ You think as you look at his gleaming eyes and wide smile. ‘I want to protect his smile…’
Huh? What exactly are you thinking?
You catch yourself at the thought; why exactly were you thinking? You don’t know, and honestly? You don’t, or won’t, let yourself continue that thought.
“By the way,” he suddenly says, “you look like you’ve been lugging around your backpack all day. Is it heavy? Want me to carry it for you?” He offers.
Your eyes widen in panic as you adjust your backpack on shoulders, trying to make your voice sound as nonchalant as possible. “No, it’s okay. I can carry it.”
His brow draws down as he sees the way the straps are digging into your shoulders. “Are you sure? I can-”
You cut him off, “It’s okay! Really. It’s not that heavy, it’s just I have a few more books today than usual, that’s all.” If he holds your backpack, he might become suspicious since you’ve been carrying around his presents in your bag all day.
“Oh, okay then. If you’re sure.” He says hesitantly.
So the two of you spend the next couple hours or so playing games and winning prizes, you doing your best to distract him until you get a message from his mom to come home.
But it turns out that you didn’t need to try too hard, because right now, he was currently invested in his opponent that he’s been fighting for the past 30 minutes.
The claw machine.
You’ve been holding the bowl of tokens while he plays, him taking one after another every time he failed in getting the puppy plushie he wanted. You’ve thought about offering to get it for him, but it was his birthday, and after all, you wanted him to do whatever he so pleased today.
You watch with an amused but tired smile on your face as he fails once again, the machine letting out the same cute but now annoying chime for the upteenth time. “Awww, maybe next time! Try again!”
Luke groans in frustration as he glances down at the bowl in your hands, sighing as he scratches the back of his neck.
You also let out a tired sigh as you attempt to comfort him, and maybe also try to redirect his attention somewhere else. “It’s okay Luke, why don’t we try somewhere else? We only have a few tokens left after all.” You suggest gently.
You flinch as his head that was down suddenly snaps up, his posture straightening as he looks at you.
Luke suddenly smiles at you sweetly as he gives you his best puppy eyes. “But…I really wanted to get that plushie. Do you think…you can get it for me? Please?” He asks as his lips form into a soft pout.
‘No! Please not the puppy eyes!’ You think in a panic, but find yourself unable to look anywhere else but his pleading gaze.
You internally groan as his eyes shine pleadingly, unable to refuse him. Not that you would anyway, you’ve been itching to give it a try after all.
You let out a resigned sigh, “I thought you’d never ask.” You say as you hand the bowl to him and roll up your sleeves in preparation.
Luke grins in anticipation as you take a coin out of the bowl put it into the machine. Since each coin gives you two tries, you technically have 5 more tries if you don’t get it this time.
The claw moves as you move the joystick into position above the plushie, and deeming that it’s in the right position, you press the button as the claw lowers slowly.
Your heart beats in anticipation as you and Luke gasp in excitement at the same time, the claw picking up the plushie and carrying it over to the slot.
Only for it to drop it halfway there.
“Oh come on!” You exclaim frustratedly. “It’s fine, I still have another try.” You mutter in determination as you move the joystick above the plushie again, pushing the button as it lowers once more.
You glare daggers at the claw as it picks it up again and carries it over to the slot, as if you can will it to make it to the finish line. Meanwhile, Luke lets out consecutive excited ‘oh’s!’ behind you as it drops down the slot.
“Yes!” You and Luke exclaim at the same time as you get the plushie from the opening below.
You hand it over to him with a proud smile on your face, but pause when you see the way he’s looking at you.
He has a big grin on his face as he looks at you with a combination of awe and adoration, his eyes shining like coral gems in the sunlight. “Wow,” he breathes, “you’re amazing! You were able to get it in only two tries!”
Your pride swells at his praise as your cheeks flush slightly from embarrassment. “Hehe, well, I’m something of a claw machine master myself.” You chuckle proudly.
Luke lets out a laugh as his eyes fill with mirth. “Yep, you’re the best.” He says softly as he takes the plushie from you, your fingers brushing against each other when he takes it.
Your heart jumps at the contact, a tingling feeling left in its wake as the both of you quickly retract your hands, your cheeks becoming even more red than before.
Luke clears his throat as his face turns bright red, looking anywhere but you as he mumbles, “S-sorry.”
“Uhhh, don’t worry! I-it’s fine.” You stutter as your phone vibrates, giving you an excuse to turn away from him as you hide your burning face.
Luke stretches as he lets out a sigh. “Are you ready to go home now? I’m getting hungry.” He says, trying to change the subject; his stomach growling as if to emphasize the fact.
You put your phone back in your pocket as you turn to him with a smile. “S-sure, let’s go.”
Perfect timing, because you just got a message from his mom telling you that everything was prepared and ready for when you brought him home.
The sun has set behind the horizon by the time you get home, the view akin to an artist that brushed burnt orange and petal pink against a clear, evening blue sky.
As you approach his front door, you stand a few feet behind him as he knocks on the door before turning around to face you. “Aren’t you going to go home too?” He asks curiously.
“Yeah, I just make sure that you get inside safely.” You lie, giving him a big smile.
You don’t know if it’s because of the cold, but his cheeks suddenly turn a bright shade of pink as his eyes widen in surprise.
He looks down as he mutters sheepishly, “Heh, if this is how you treat me on my birthday, then I wish it was my birthday everyday.”
Now it’s your turn to blush at his sudden confession, clearing your throat before you speak. “It doesn’t have to be your birthday for me to do this. If you want, I can walk you home everyday. But, isn’t that the same as walking home everyday together?” You suddenly ask.
“Uhhh, w-well,” he stutters, “yeah, it is. Umm, just forget what I said! Thank you for taking me out!” His words come out in a rush as he grabs to door handle.
‘Man, why is this so awkward?’ You groan to yourself, but you don’t have time to dwell on it before the door opens.
All you hear is a gasp of shock from Luke and a, ‘surprise!’ from Rena as he walks through the door, you following close behind him with a big grin on your face.
The entryway is decorated with a banner that has big letters on it that says, ‘Happy Birthday Luke!’ with confetti scattered on the floor. Walking further in when you go to the living room, the lights are turned off, and the current source of light is coming from the little golden fairy lights that decorate the pillow fort that Rena made; different fluffy pillows and blankets under the white sheet that makes the ‘roof.’ A Christmas tree sits in the corner of the living room, the decorative lights on it the same colour as the fairy lights, bathing everything in the living room in a warm glow.
The ceiling has decorative paper stars that hang from it, stars that you and Rena made together the other day when Luke was at his martial arts class. The presents that she wrapped for him are to the right of the opening of fort, covered in decorative paper as well.
Luke looks around in awe with a big smile on his face, his eyes filling with childlike glee as he look at you and his mother. “Wait- did the two of you plan this? Wow! This- this is amazing!”
Rena comes to put a gentle hand on his shoulder, her smile mirroring the happiness in her gaze. “Actually, it was her idea, and I just helped her execute it.” She says as she winks at you.
Feeling slightly embarrassed, you try to brush off all the credit that she gives you. “Pshhh nooo, you helped me too. It wasn’t just me, you were the one that came up with the idea of paper stars.”
Luke lets out a happy laugh. “Thank you both!”
“Now then,” Rena suddenly says, clapping her hands together, “let’s eat, shall we? Then we can have cake!”
You already asked your parents if you could have dinner by his house to celebrate his birthday with him, so they already now that you’re here.
After dinner, you carry the cake over to the coffee table in the living room, setting it down in front of Luke as his eyes light up.
Lemon cake is what he asked for, and no, not lemon pound cake, but an actual cake with lemon curd and frosting.
Your mouth waters at the sight of it, it looked so delectable and beautifully decorated, you couldn’t help but admire it yourself.
Rena comes back with a lighter, lighting the one and six on top of the cake, the orange flames illuminating the cake in a warm orange glow.
She begins clapping her hands with a fond smile as she sings happy birthday to him, you joining in hesitantly as you also begin clapping your hands to her rhythm.
“Now, make a wish.” You say as you smile at him.
Luke grins, his coral eyes shining like marbles as they reflect the flames, making them look even more like evening summer sunsets, leaving you temporarily hypnotized by them.
But you soon snap out of your trance when he closes his eyes, clasping his hands together as he makes a wish.
He reopens his eyes with a smile as he blows the candles out in one blow, you and Rena clapping as you cheer. “Yay! Happy birthday Luke!” You both say at the same time.
He lets out a laugh as warm as the candles he just blew out. “Thank you!”
His mom cuts the cake for the three of you, putting them on plates as you take a slice.
The first bite you take is like fireworks exploding in your mouth; the lemon cake delectably moist with the perfect crumb, the lemon curd has the perfect blend of tanginess and sweetness, and the buttercream frosting ties it all together in the perfect bite.
Your eyes are blown wide as you chew, letting out an almost strangled sound as you swallow. “Wow, Mrs. Pearce…this is amazing!”
She laughs at your reaction, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she smiles. “Please, you’re too kind.”
“Mom’s cakes are seriously the best! She’s amazing at baking!” Luke exclaims, demolishing the last bite of cake on his plate. “Thanks Mom!” He says with a big toothy grin.
Her eyes soften, her voice taking on something fond. “You’re welcome honey.” She says, grabbing a napkin to wipe the frosting that he got on the corner of his mouth.
“Now then,” she suddenly says, grabbing two plates before standing up, “I’ll take these to the sink, and then we can open presents.”
“Oh, I’ll help you.” You say, grabbing the third plate and following her. “We’ll be back!” You call back at Luke as he nods.
As she washes the dishes and you dry, she suddenly says something that you weren’t expecting.
“Thank you for coming here, it’s nice to have a third person to celebrate with. It hasn’t been like this since his father passed away.” She says, her voice carrying a hint of sorrow.
That makes you pause, unsure what to say. It wasn’t that you didn’t wonder where his father was, you just didn’t want to ask in case it made him uncomfortable. After all, you didn’t think you were that close yet to talk about family matters.
And even now, you didn’t really want to push and question how he passed away, just in case it was still a sensitive topic. “It’s no problem, I’m glad to be here.” You say, trying your best to sound sincere and not awkward at all.
Suddenly, she laughs. “Please, it’s okay. No need to be so stiff.” She reassures kindly.
You lower your head sheepishly, your cheeks turning slightly pink. “Sorry.” You mutter.
“Ah, none of that.” She says, wiping her hands on the cloth to dry them as she pats you on your back, “Come on, let’s not keep Luke waiting any longer.”
You nod as you make your way to the living room where Luke is, his head perking up from his phone as you enter.
“Presents time~!” She sing songs as she sits down on the sofa.
You go to your backpack that’s sitting on the sofa, taking out the three presents that you’ve been lugging around all day.
Luke smiles knowingly as you place them by the ones his mom wrapped by the fort, glancing at him as you place them down.
“No wonder you didn’t want me to carry your backpack for you, you knew I might be suspicious if I felt the weight of it.” He smirks, his voice filled with amusement.
“At least I succeeded in keeping it a secret from you.” You say, sitting on the floor by the fort.
He chuckles, looking at the presents in front of him, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. “Now…whose should I open first? Hmm…” He hums as he picks up the ones his mother wrapped. “I’ll open Mom’s first, then yours. That way, I can build up anticipation.” He says as he smiles at you, making your pulse skip a beat.
What he got from his mom was socks, some mystery novels, and a fuzzy sweater.
“Thanks Mom!” He grins, getting up from the floor to give her a hug.
“You’re welcome.” She says, patting his back as he makes his way back to his spot on the floor.
“Alright! Your turn!” He exclaims excitedly as he opens the first present, letting out a gasp as his eyes light up. “Wow! Riddle books!”
He opens the next present, the small wooden storage box that you wrapped. “Oooo, this is nice. I can put all the antique stuff I find in here.”
And finally, the small box with the key necklace. He holds it up to the light as his face takes on something slightly confused, but before you can explain it to him, he quickly catches on with a gasp. “Wait- is this for the key hole in the box?” He asks, turning to you as if to confirm.
You nod. “Yeah, and you can wear it around your neck too.”
He lips slowly stretch into a grin as he suddenly wraps his arms around you, catching you off guard.
You’re enveloped by the warmth of his body and the solid hold he has on you; your nose tucked between the crook of his neck and shoulder as you inhale his scent, laundry detergent and something sweet like…lemon.
Your face goes up in flames as you hesitantly wrap your own arms around him, flinching when he suddenly whispers by your ear.
“Thank you.” He says softly, his voice like gentle ripples over water as he pulls away slightly, his own cheeks tinged a shade of pink as he avoids your gaze, suddenly shy.
“You’re…welcome.” You mumble, his shyness making you even more nervous for some reason.
“My, my.”
Remembering that his mother is in the living room with you, the two of you quickly pull away from each other as if you got burnt by something hot. At least…that’s how you felt.
My, my indeed. You’re not catching feelings are you?
‘Shut up!’ You think, your mind already a flustered mess, and all from a simple hug.
“Don’t mind me at all, please continue.” His mother says teasingly as she watches you with her arm on her knee as her hand cups her face, chuckling at how the two of you are the same shade of scarlet.
“Mom!” Luke hisses, embarrassed.
She laughs out loud, clearly amused by the spectacle in front of her eyes.
Meanwhile, you sit there in embarrassed silence as you internally groan to yourself, wishing the ground will swallow you whole right now.
“Alright, alright. I’ll stop teasing. It’s movie time now!”
What movie were you watching you ask?
Harry Potter and The Philosopher’s Stone.
You liked this movie series, and the first movie really vibed with the current season.
You were huddled under the pillow fort with snacks and fluffy blankets and pillows, the fairy lights draped over the sheet making it feel almost magical. It was a cozy experience, an experience that would be forever engrained into your memory
By the time the movie ended, it was after nine o’clock and time to go home.
You bid goodnight to Rena, and Luke offered to walk you home, saying that it was dark and not safe to walk home by yourself at night; even though your house wasn’t that far away.
No matter how many times you told him it was okay, he still insisted, and it would be rude if you kept rejecting him, no?
Now, you were walking side by side, albeit slowly, as if neither of you wanted this day to end just yet.
It was amazing really, how much fun you were able to have whenever Luke was by your side. You were convinced he had some good luck charm about him, because how was it that it seemed only good things happened when you were with him?
From everything that happened to arcade to now, it all made you feel very happy. Was it normal to feel this much happiness? Especially that hug. That hug was still fresh in your memory, making your heart race whenever you think about it.
The two of you mostly just bumped each other’s sides playfully, or would put a hand on each other’s shoulder. But that hug was the closest the two of you had ever been, and you were still a bit surprised from it really, making you question if that really even happened at all. The way his body felt so warm against yours was real though, too real, and the way his arms were wrapped around you made you feel so safe and secure…
“Thank you for today.” Luke suddenly says, making you snap out of your thoughts.
You mentally hit yourself for thinking stuff like that while he’s still next to you, grateful that he can’t see the flush creeping up your neck because of the dark. “Oh, you’re welcome.” You say.
Luke looks up at the starry, clear night sky as he continues walking forward. “And for the presents. I’ll really cherish it.” He says, suddenly stopping to look at you sincerely.
You hold eye contact with him for no more than three seconds before looking away, your heart beating erratically in your chest. He doesn’t know what he does to you whenever he looks at you like that, does he? “I’m glad you like it.” You mutter.
“Well, looks like we’re here.” He sighs almost disappointedly as you stop in front of your house. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?” He asks as he smiles at you warmly.
“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You reply, giving him a small smile of your own.
You stare at each other, your hesitance clear in the way you don’t go in right away, and the way he seems hesitant to leave. But eventually, you slowly make your way up the steps of your house, turning around after knocking when he calls your name.
He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly before raising his hand to wave at you, his cheeks flushing as he gives you a shy smile. “Goodnight.”
Seeing how he’s all shy and blushy makes you feel giddy for some reason, giving him a grin before the door opens. “Goodnight.” You say, looking at him one last time before you go through your door, shutting it as it locks with a click.
However, Luke still doesn’t leave right away as he stands there, watching the golden light in your window turn on behind the shut blinds, illuminating the sidewalk in a slightly golden glow.
As the light from your window reflects in his coral eyes, the only way to describe the way he looks is yearning. As if there’s a piece of him that he’s been searching for and missing, and he’s finally found it.
Reluctantly, he turns around and he makes his way back home as his figure becomes smaller and smaller, the moonlight illuminating his back as he disappears into the dark night.
a/n: Thank you for reading! 🥰 Also, I just thought I would say this again just in case, but the next chapter will be the end of winter arc, not this one. It would have been too long to include everything I wanted to happen, so the next chapter will be it!(⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎)
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The Fallen Is Falling (SurREALism)
Summary: What hurts more? To realise that their 'perfection' is purposefully written or how easily it is to be discarded by the one they were written for? They'll find out when you make your final decision.
Pairings: LADS Love Interests x Non/MC
Warnings: Description of death and chaos. Gore & violence. Mention of rape. Mention of religious symbolism.
A/N:
Additional note to keep in mind:
MC = She/Her
Non!MC = You
(Part 1), (Part 2), (Part 3), (Part 4), (Part 5), Part 6 - ???
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"We are interrupting all current global news programming. This is not a drill, this is not a scheduled alert—"
Somewhere in an underground bunker packed with people, a mother is clutching her children tightly. "It's OK. We're OK. Your father is here somewhere, he has to..." She whispers, she never stops comforting them, even when she couldn't contact her husband.
"—evacuation routes are collapsing, I can see civilians trapped underneath—"
Traffic stops 30 minutes ago when drivers abandon their cars, taking only the necessities and their loved ones with them as they frantically run away to safety. But where's that when you know that you won't make it in time?
"Skyhaven is falling. I repeat: Skyhaven is falling and we are now confirming—"
Which is stronger? The roaring of the sharp, descending wind or the collective scream of an entire metropolis falling to its death?
RELEASE MY BABYGIRL
FILE 02 | AFTER HOURS
Suspects: Valko x Reader
forensics by: @cafekitsune file length: 1.8k crime: Keeping your relationship with Valko a secret was never easy. It becomes impossible when one coworker gets a little too comfortable. case notes: Not a request but short little one-shot. I really wanted to write something for Valko before his official debut in LADS. I can't wait to meet him! warnings: mentions of mates and claims, secret office romance, jealousy
major crimes database | lads case files | suspect files
Rewritten
***This is my first Imagine. Unnamed LaDs LI (written with Valko in mind) x gn nonmc
Summary: You try to game the System but the System games you. Trigger Warnings: none that I'm aware of but please let me know if I missed something.
Comments, reblogs, and likes are all appreciated. Thanks for reading.
Imagine you ran away from MC and the LIs because you knew you couldn't fight the story the system was writing.
Imagine you find someone you connect with. You take a chance because you never heard his name in the story before, it seems like a safe bet.
Imagine for a long time everything is wonderful. The two of you get married and are happy together. You have even decided it's time to grow your family.
Imagine one normal day, out of absolutely nowhere, everything around you goes black. It's a darkness so deep and dark that you dare not move because you can't see or even sense anything around you anymore.
Imagine in the blink of an eye it's over and everything seems normal again. You go to find your husband to make sure he's ok and see if you can figure out what happened.
Lis x mc x non!mc reader, f/f, f/m, pt.3 pt.2 pt.1
It's been almost a week since you last saw Mc or any of the boys. It feels odd because you're so used to seeing them every day at random places. Suddenly they're just... gone.
Of course it is because they all have jobs, you convince yourself. And it's true. Why would a doctor or a full time hunter have time to lounge around with you?
Yard sale
❁ pairing: Gideon x non-mc!reader ❁ wc: 2.8k ❁ desc. : Your neighbourhood is having a garage sale and your dear neighbours are coming over to check it out. Caleb seems to have made a new friend at the DAA. fluff. ❁ a/n. : had to show some love to one of my favourite side characters ♡ this has been mulling in my drafts for ages and I finally wanted to finish this chapter to get onto the better part lol. I promise things will kick off in the next one. (Also!! I know Josephine isn't a Xia, but I'm lazy so now she is)
With a soft thump you placed yet another cardboard box out on a foldable table, right next to three near identical ones. It was a beautiful morning; the sun was shining through the leaves of an ancient oak overlooking the yard, casting dancing lights across your family’s arsenal of used belongings.
Today was a day of long awaited traditions: the annual neighbourhood yard sale. Most families on your entire block were once again participating, and the street was bustling with probably a little over-excited people rearranging their entire front lawns for a good cause.
Your family had attended the tradition faithfully almost every year since you were in diapers. You weren’t even sure where your mom kept finding stuff to sell after all these years, but your father didn’t seem to mind; he was more than happy to haul out his precious grill and provide passerbys with steaming hot dogs to munch on.
“Honey, could you go and pick up the last box from your brother’s room?” Your mom called as she pattered through the garage, holding an ancient looking vase. She had been up early, running around the place with curlers still stuck in her hair.
“Got it, mom.” You replied and made your way back into the house. The last box awaited you upstairs in a room across from yours, one that had pretty much last seen your brother only on Christmas ever since he left for college. One of the letters decorating his door had fallen down from age, now sporting a crooked “Jaon” that made you chuckle to yourself.
You peeked into the box as you leaned down to pick it up, finding it full of old superhero comics and figurines. Some of them had been read so much the side of the papers had begun to fray, and some of them had been tucked neatly into plastic covers keeping them in near pristine condition.
You’d lost count on how many boxes you’d carried down the stairs already, your back slowly starting to kill you, as you almost ran over your mom in the garage doorway. Hair now let loose and curls swinging with each movement of her head, she quickly pointed at a table near the outer wall and chirped. “You can put it down next to those on the left side, there’s some more of their junk. Thank you, dearest.”
“Mom, are you sure Alec and Jason are ready to give out this stuff?” You answered over your shoulder while walking and staring at the Nightwing cover on top of the pile of others.
You could hear her yell an answer from the inside, “I made sure to call your brothers for permission, don’t worry!”, before the door slammed shut behind her and you lowered the box in its place.
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Like most years, your lawn was filled with people in no time. Your parents were in their element, your father socialising with the husbands while the wives and children went on a treasure hunt through the bazillion boxes, and your mother was supervising the said treasure hunt, bargaining with people on every turn.
You, on the other hand, had retreated to a much deserved break on your front porch, sipping on cold lemonade and enjoying the occasional warm, soft late-summer breeze. It was hard to remember the last time something had tasted quite this refreshing.
Curiously watching people pass by on both sides of the street, before a rap of knuckles against the wooden porch post startled you from your thoughts.
“Sorry to cut your precious daydreaming short, but your best friend requires your immediate attention.”
Your eyes widened and you whipped your head to the direction of the voice, your eyes meeting familiar, shining ones.
“Mace!!” You squealed and stood up, hurrying to meet her in a crushing embrace, almost spilling your drink on her in the process.
You both giggled happily and let go of each other, but Macy kept her hands on your arms while you tried to finish the lemonade quickly.
“I swear you’ve grown taller again!” She exclaimed and measured you with her eyes while you simply shook your head in disbelief.
“You haven’t changed at all.” You smiled and your heart ached in your chest as you stared at her, smiling, the realisation of how much you had actually missed her hitting you like a freight train.
“Well, hurry up slowpoke. I’d love to hog you all to myself, but I’m sure gran and Caleb want to see you too”, she continued, and began to drag you by the hand towards the lawn. You hurried to place your now empty glass on the garden table and shook your head, trying to scare away the threatening brain-freeze from shotgunning the icy liquid.
Your mom was already present, exchanging words with Josephine Xia. She was the grandmother of Macy and Caleb, who she had adopted when they were barely children. Josephine had always given you the slightest of creeps, although on the outside she seemed like a perfectly normal, old lady.
Even now, she stood slightly hunched over, wearing a beautiful old blouse and khakis, small glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, like a harmless grandma. But something about her gaze always made the hairs stand at the back of your neck, like it did just now when she spotted you two nearing and turned your way to offer her hand.
“So very nice to see you, dear.” She said curtly and you sealed your hands in a friendly shake. Sure, it felt a bit formal for neighbours of 20 something years, but Josephine had always been — to put it nicely — a bit dry.
Her hand was just as bony and cold as you remembered, and you were thankful that she seemed just as reluctant to prolong the polite greeting as you did.
“You as well.” You managed a smile back and let go of her hand.
You stepped away, the feeling of a pair of eyes boring to the side of your skull intensifying by the second. Before you had any time to react, you were already pulled in a tight hug by long, strong arms enveloping you.
“‘Leb! Ca-n’t, bre-athe!” You grunted, and felt the body currently crushing yours shake with a chuckle before letting go of you.
“Man, is it good to see you!” Caleb flashed you a boyish grin while still keeping onto your shoulders, holding you at an arms length.
The Xia’s had moved next door when you had entered first grade. You had been ecstatic; your neighbourhood had famously been inhabited by mostly elderly people, and your older brothers had already been in high school, leaving you no one to play with - until the Xia siblings arrived.
You and Caleb were the same age and ended up attending school together. But wherever there had been Caleb, there had been Macy, and you had quickly hit it off with her as well.
Macy had proclaimed you as her best friend at the ripe age of 10, and you’d been inseparable since, at least until she’d left for college.
Now, you lived for the rare chances to see them back home whenever they decided to grace you with a visit, which in your opinion had lately been way too seldom.
”What’ve you been up to?” Caleb continued, now letting go of your shoulders and ruffling your hair, before returning his hands to rest on his hips and cocking his head to the side, awaiting your answer. You could swear he had grown taller too, as you had to look up to find his eyes while you answered.
”Well, you know. Same old, same old.” You shrugged your shoulders and troopered a smile back despite the slight stung in your heart.
To be honest, your daily life had been incredibly dull for a while now, and days seemed to melt together in a grey, unidentifiable mass. But you didn’t feel like it would’ve been fair to complain and ruin the happiness of the moment, finally reuniting with your best friends after what felt like ages at this point.
“Don’t you ever feel like leaving this place then, even for a trip?” He questioned, certain softness in his eyes even though he had thrown it at you as a jab to hopefully get you doing something else apart from whatever this was.
Macy’s eyes grew in size as you could basically see a light bulb appear above her head, and she grabbed your your shoulders,
“Oh, you should totally come and visit us in Skyhaven!”
Your mouth formed a questioning “o” as you were taken aback by her sudden proposition. Truth be told, you weren’t exactly opposed to the idea, you just hadn’t really travelled on your own.
Wait, us?
Macy seemed to realise at the same time with you, her cheeks flushing wildly.
“I- I mean I’m currently visiting Caleb! So when we return, you should come with us.”
You hadn’t let yourself get excited in a really long time, always waiting for something that could go wrong and ruin things for you. But the sparkle in your best friend's eyes and the hopeful look she was casting your way, were chipping at your defences.
Caleb inserted himself back into the conversation by throwing his arm over Macy’s shoulders and pulling her against him,
“That’s a great idea, Pips.”
They looked at each other momentarily, both grinning fondly as if she had come up with a masterplan. You had always been a bit envious of the bond they shared, like they really seemed to have welded together through thick and thin, and had such genuine care and appreciation for one another.
Your brothers had their moments of course, but the age gap y’all shared had always prevented you from forming such close friendships with them.
“Speaking of Skyhaven, you haven’t accidentally ran into a man close to my height and age here, have you?” Caleb now looked at you, pulling you from your thoughts.
A young man here? Pfft. You wished.
“I think I would’ve noticed if there were any hot young men around.” You laughed bitterly and crossed your arms, the neighbourhood mostly ranging in people either aged kindergarten or elderly care.
“I mean hot is pretty generously put-” He started before Macy elbowed him in his side, causing the tower of a man to fold in half and coughing.
“You’re too mean to him!”
“Trust me, I probably should be meaner.” Caleb struggled, and reached out with his left arm to rub on the sore spot his sister left.
Macy turned her attention back to you, “Caleb brought his friend from the DAA with us, but he disappeared faster than I could blink when he saw the mountains of old stuff.”
“Oh.” You managed, your interest now definitely piqued, although you didn’t want to get your hopes up. “Yeah I haven’t seen anyone like that.”
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Your garage was now bustling with various people going through the boxes laid out all around, when you were approached by a middle-aged man holding one of the comics in his hands.
”How much for this?”
Something about the man seemed awfully suspicious, his demeanor wary and rushed, glancing at the other people, as if he had found a treasure he didn’t want anyone to steal.
You stated your price while eyeing him curiously. The man’s brows furrowed and he kept looking back and forth from you to the booklet in his hands,
”I’ll pay you half for it, how’s that sound?”
You threw your head back slightly, unable to contain your disdainful laughter. You had recognised the cover from afar, knowing now exactly what the man had in mind, and you scoffed,
”Nice try, but I’m not selling you a special edition for basically free.”
His face fell from realisation, his masterplan to make a bank of uncultured people’s discarded comic volumes evaporating with each new word that left your mouth.
”Wait, how’d you know this is a special edition?” The man retorted, eyeing you up and down suspiciously, and you raised your eyebrows at him.
Your patience had run thin a while ago, but now he continued to play with fire, trying to imply a girl like you couldn’t possibly know your way around superhero comics. How typical.
”I had to grow up with two older brothers.” You now crossed your arms and leaned your hip against the nearby table, giving back the most unimpressed look you could muster. And Caleb, you mentally added.
Fondly reminiscing on the Halloweens where all three of you would sport your awful makeshift costumes, Caleb once going as far as building the Iron Man suit out of cardboard with an actual working chest light.
The man hmph’d loudly and abandoned the booklet carelessly back in the box, ”Whatever, it’s not in a good condition anyways.”
He stomped away with an almost visible grey cloud over his head as you stared after him, shaking your head amusedly. It seemed that each year the yard sale managed to bring all sorts of people out of hiding.
Then, a fresh voice exclaimed from to your left.
”You’re kidding?? The original Trial of Venom??”
You turned your head, curious about the owner of such a voice, and your brain nearly short-circuited on the spot. Beside you was standing probably the most good-looking man you had ever seen.
He was about as tall as Caleb, and you would’ve guessed him to be around the same age as well. His black hair had been cut shorter on the sides, giving you a clear view of his sharp side profile.
Dressed simply in a white t-shirt that clung onto his muscled frame and - what was that, a uh- rodent? scribbled on the front? - ordinary blue jeans, yet he managed to look so good you swore you couldn’t have cared less if he’d showed up clad in an ordinary garbage bag instead.
He was holding the seconds ago discarded booklet in his hands, eyes wide and visibly glimmering from the new discovery.
”How much for the entire box?” He turned his attention to you, light brown eyes gleaming expectantly.
You felt like a fish out of water, gaping for air, as his acknowledgement of you rushed blood into your face in a new wave of nervousness.
”I uhhh,” you stuttered, brain completely blanking as you met his eyes and felt like it would’ve been physically impossible for you to look away. As if time had stopped, him staring at you and waiting eagerly, and you just staring back at him, trying to come up with a comprehensible answer.
You thanked the heavens and hell and everything in between as Caleb materialised from somewhere and threw his arm around the other man’s shoulders,
”Gideon, buddy, I swear if you try to haul one more of these boxes into our dorm, I’m going to request a new roommate.”
The other man’s, apparently Gideon, eyes widened and he turned hurriedly to face Caleb, distress etched onto his features.
”Bro, you don’t understand! I have been looking for this exact volume for years!” He whined and shook the booklet in his hands, brows now furrowed.
”You said that about the last three as well.”
”But I really mean it this time.”
Caleb sighed and shook his head, before chuckling and turning his attention to you,
”So, I see you’ve finally found Gideon.”
You leaned forward and offered your hand, trying your hardest to conceal its shaking,
”Apparently I have. Nice to meet you, Gideon.”
Gideon glanced between you and Caleb, before he straightened his posture and accepted your hand in a firm shake, flashing you a blinding smile,
”Nice to meet you too. You must be Y/N then? Caleb has told me about you.”
As your skin made contact with his through your clasped hands, it was as if an electric current had passed through your body, causing you to entirely forget how to breathe.
His hand was incredibly warm, and huge, enveloping yours. You could feel some calluses around his palm, probably from all the rigorous training and mechanical work they had to endure as pilot cadets.
His eyes held you captive once more, rooting you in place, and you swore you probably looked just as dumbfounded as you felt. Your heart beat so loudly in your chest you were more than glad it was confined in by your ribcage — otherwise it would’ve flown away on the spot.
You swallowed dryly and cleared your throat before answering, the nonchalantness you’d wished to emit only a pitiful attempt,
”Only good things, I hope.”
Gideon’s mouth opened, preparing to answer you, but Caleb was quicker,
”If only there were any.”
“Gee, thanks, you big oaf.” You made a face at him, which in turn made Gideon laugh out loud, possibly your new favourite sound in the entire world. How were you in this deep already, having met the man for barely five minutes?
Your face flushed again, if possible, as you noticed Macy smirking at you from behind Caleb, like this had been her plan that was going exactly as she hoped.
“Now I don’t believe that’s quite true.” Gideon said, his voice now softened to honeyed timber, and aimed at you with a lopsided grin that made your heart skip a beat.
Yeah, you were doomed.
pictures from pinterest, Gideon art by @ aerosarrow and dividers by @ cursed-carmine
Fair Game (part 1) - fem!nonmc x l.i, a snippet of valko x fem!nonmc
wrote up this idea and finished it after seeing the new full trailer for valko
This part is mainly focused on nonmc and the guys, but I wanted to set this up because I will do a part 2 to this focusing more on valko and our girl
tw: slightly suggestive if you squint enough, depression mentioned i think (if i am missing anything please let me know)
Tears blurred your vision as you tried to read his text at work
Your stomach dropping as if it was falling into a never ending abyss
He always did this
A push and pull that had begun to twist a sharp wire around your lungs, heart, and mind leaving you in agony
Damn him, damn you, and damn everything that had led to this moment
You ran into your work’s restroom, all while the tears that began to spill slightly smudged your mascara
The screen taunting you to text back, taunting you return through typing the rage, grief, and shame of living a delusion that he would finally see and choose you
“Truth is I don’t think I can do this”
“She needs me, and I still need her”
“I’m sorry”
He took the cowards way out again
As if you didn't wake up in his arms this morning after sharing a bed for a little over half a year
Letting you believe the delusion that this time he was yours for sure
After he gotten on his knees, professing feelings that truly didn’t exist swearing this was real to him
Lovely lies pouring from his lips with such ease, it made you question if you were real sometimes
A real human with real feelings that mattered
It made you nasouses looking at yourself, a damn fool
But something felt this time it would be different, more final
It had to be for your sake
The club music vibrating through your body filled you with a sense of excitement and freedom you had been aching for the past eight months
Your friends couldn’t stop gushing how amazing you looked tonight
All dressed up, makeup done, a living and thriving version of you staring back at you
A version of you that wanted to feel alive
No more giving others second chances, no more sitting around for life to happen to you
No more waiting for his cursed name to show up on your screen
You did everything in your power to let that version of yourself die
So as the alcohol you began sipping earlier finally began to flow through you, you danced to your heart's content to the rhythm of the music
Ahora quiere' pórtate mal
The song that you had been obssesed with started blasting through the club
The song that gave you this feeling that maybe it was finally time to play this game
Music that you had heard him complain about before, saying it was too loud too much
You smiled at the memory, you probably were turning into everything he probably hated
You never felt better
The purple and blue lighting gave you a gorgeous glow, your smile bright and alive
He was across the club, stunned at seeing you out like this
At a place like this
You looked more beautiful than ever, but the tightening of his chest snapped him back to reality
The grip on his phone his tightened as he found your new Moment's account, your story reshared by a common friend who you totally were close with
It was the first time he had any contact with you since he dumped you
He felt guilty each time he did this to you
But that guilt stung more so like getting a bruise that when you touched hurt, but you could easily ignore and set it aside
He knew what he had been doing was cruel but he couldn't help it
Your devotion made him feel seen, that maybe someday mc could return those feelings, could see him how you did
Made him feel worth something
As he stared at you, he caught the glance of someone approaching you
Tall, red messy hair and golden piercing eyes coming up to you inviting you to dance
He was ready to walk up to you with the full confidence you were going to blow this guy off except you didn’t
You not only accepted, you put your own arms around him
You took this guys hand, twirled yourself around until your back was facing him and pressed your bodies together
Your lips inches away from each other, looking at each other as if you were ready to devour each other into a kiss
Everything felt like a blur
As you were lost into these golden eyes that looked at you with hunger and something more, you felt someone reach out and pull at your hand
"What the hell are you doing ?"
You turn and see him
"What the fuck are you doing here?" You retorted with indifference
His jaw tightened, eyes darting between you and this guy behind you
"We need to talk"
Your dance partner intervenes, "Do you know this guy? Do you need me to make him leave?"
You tell him it’s fine and walk off with the bastard who suddenly decided to appear tonight
He pulls you, his grip still set on your arm but you pull away as he began his sermon
"What the fuck was that y/n?"
"I’ve been trying to reach you for weeks thinking something was wrong but clearly I was wrong"
HIs jealousy blinded him, leading him to confront you rather than try to reach for you
"I can barely even recognize you?"
"Since when you act this careless do you even know… "
You cut him off with your voice loud and unwavering
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" You're looking into his eyes with such intensity you could feel him backdown a bit
"Who the fuck do you think you are showing up here?"
"No one wants you here, I don’t want you here"
He glares at you, "Oh, so I can’t worry about you?"
Your self-control shattered in real time, your words filled with anger and malice
"No, you can’t. Since when do you care abut my well being? About my feelings ? Let me guess, she left you again. "
Your words felt worse than a slap and left him slightly speechless, because you were right
"Stay the fuck away from me", you said as you began to walk away
He grabs you arm again, "What so you can go back with that guy?"
"Why do you care ?"
"Because I do, especially with a stranger like him"
" No, you don’t", tears started to fill your waterline
"If you did you wouldn’t of led me on for years. You knew how much I loved you, how much I adored you. How hard I wanted this and you humiliated me every single time."
"You will always choose her. Fine go to her, but I don’t want to see you ever again."
You tug away from his grasp, walking away wiping away your tears
but with a slight smile growing on your face once your back was to him
You found your red haired dance partner who whispered into your ear if you wanted to leave
As you agreed, you could feel his stare across the floor while the song that gave you the guts to finally let go finished
Leaving him behind
Your phone began to blow up twenty minutes after your departure
One quick glance at your screen told you who it was
Messages from a new Moments account, a new phone number, three missed calls
You giggled to yourself
Valko turns to you, "Everything all right my moonlight "?
"Yes of course", you replied as he held your hand and placed a tender kiss on it while he drove you back to his place
You got him right where you wanted, and this was only the start
p.s: i am valko obsessed right now so I am sooo looking forward to getting part 2 of this going especially before July 9. I will most likely pull for him in multi's and this upcoming myth bc my mains are already draining me of diamonds. Fun fact, the text I wrote was inspired from a real breakup text i got once.
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song lyric referenced above:
PSA
If you see @/weirdislandpear interact with one of your valko posts please block them. They are leaving comments like this
PLEASE DO NOT BELIEVE THEM. THIS IS A FALSE RUMOR.
They are just trying to make people uncomfortable. The don’t bathe in the pot line from the kitchen announcement is actually a Chinese idiom that got mistranslated. That’s why it makes no sense in English. There is no connection to a real life crime.
Valko’s card having noncon in it is a nasty rumor that’s been spreading to make those who are excited about his release upset. Despite its dark themes lads has never put the mc/player in noncon situations. I very much doubt they will do it with the new LI.
Don’t harass them just block if you see them.
❄️Before us❄️
Chapter 4 of 12
Chapter 3
Summary: On paper, Zayne was the perfect husband. Attentive, kind, successful. But whenever he was around MC, he looked at her like she was the centre of his world. And that raised the question. What in the world were you - his wife - supposed to be?
Pairings: Non MC x Zayne, MC x Sylus, Blythe x Caleb
Tags: Angst, hurt, comfort, MNDI, soft smut, piv sex, AU, no evol, the LADS are in their 30s, it gets worse before it gets better, emotional infidelity
Word count: 4.9k
A/N: Thank you for all your comments and for all the support! 💖😭It is so wonderful that this story is resonating with you and you feel an emotional connection with the Reader.
If you enjoy this chapter, please comment and reblog! My tag list is always open! Feel free to comment or send me a DM if you want to be added! 💖
Dividers by @orieriee and @saradika-graphics
The next morning, the silence in the apartment was deafening. You woke up to an empty, cold bed, the summer dress from the night before crumpled like a discarded piece of rubbish on the armchair.
When you walked into the kitchen, the coffee pot was cold. Zayne was already gone. He had left for the hospital long before your alarm even rang, avoiding speaking to you entirely.
Standing alone in the quiet kitchen, the raw heat of last night's anger began to give way to a sickening wave of regret.
❄️Before us❄️
Chapter 3 of 12
Chapter 2, Chapter 4
Summary: On paper, Zayne was the perfect husband. Attentive, kind, successful. But whenever he was around MC, he looked at her like she was the centre of his world. And that raised the question. What in the world were you - his wife - supposed to be?
Pairings: Non MC x Zayne, MC x Sylus, Blythe x Caleb
Tags: Angst, hurt, comfort, MNDI, soft smut, piv sex, AU, no evol, the LADS are in their 30s, it gets worse before it gets better, emotional infidelity
Word count: 4.7k
Dividers by @orieriee and @diviniyae
A/N: Thank you so much for your comments! 💖 I included a little more about the Reader into this one. I hope it gives some insight into why she tries so hard with Zayne. She is an unreliable narrator and is motivated by her want to justify Zayne's actions in an attempt to create what she sees as a safe environment. She ignores the obvious red flags to maintain the illussion of happiness. For her, admitting the truth means her entire sense of safety and sense of normality collapses.
Hope you enjoy this chapter! It got too long, so I decided to split it into two.
Married life had quickly settled into a quiet, distant routine. Zayne’s demanding career as a world-renowned surgeon meant he was rarely home on time, a reality you tried hard to accept as the unavoidable price of his calling. Your mornings now followed a strict, unyielding pattern to accommodate his schedule.
You would wake up an hour before when you needed to wake up and cook breakfast while he went for his morning run. You would eat together in pleasant efficiency, then head out to work. You always returned hours before him, pottered around the house, tended your garden, cooked dinner that would slowly cool, and tried desperately to stay awake. Late at night, you would finally feel the mattress dip as he crawled into bed beside you. And that was it.
Too Close, Too Late
Colonel Caleb x non mc! reader CW: Angst/ mentions of sickness/ set in the 1920s/ mild suggestive content/ infidelity/mentions of pregnancy/ 1.6k words
“Colonel, everything is ready. We'll be landing in Skyhaven without a problem.” “Do we have any leads yet on the traitor who almost sank us in Deepspace three days ago?” His fingers trail through the countless documents as a shadow fell over the Colonel's eyes. “I'm afraid not. Maybe our navigation was off. It could've also been unexpected turbulence,” the adjutant said. “Hmph.” Dull eyes look away from the papers as he stands up and walks away. “This trip was for the new fleet colonel. The old guard are looking forward to me not coming back.” He stops in front of the door. The faint sound of a knife being taken out can be heard from behind him. “Unfortunately for them, I already danced with death once.” The man behind disguised as an adjutant sprints towards him but is stopped by his gravitational manipulation. A mere inch from his waist, the knife he tries to penetrate through the invisible veil of gravity darts back on a wall. “I won't die again.” The invisible force pulls the adjutant down onto the floor. His breathing becomes heavy. “It doesn't matter if you succeed or fail,” he says, his back facing the man that tried to kill him. “You've chosen treason, so the consequences are still the same.” He pulls out his gun and adjusts the trigger then points it to the adjutant's head. “You don't need to return to Skyhaven.”
“My lady, you must not run around like this. Your health-” “He's coming home today!” Happiness beams on your face as you run around your room, getting dressed and somewhat fixing your bed head as quickly as you can. “Besides, the doctor said I'm doing much better than before. I'm sure a little running around won't cause me to be bedridden again.” From afar you hear the horns of a car and you quickly slip past the maid and run down the stairs. “My lady where are you-” “He's here!” The butler calls out from behind you as you run down the steps of the front door. The giddy feeling in your chest only elevates as you see the man before you and catch him off guard completely by running into his arms.“You're finally home! I've missed you,” you pant, breathless from running so much. He takes in your scent and buries his face in your neck. “I've missed you so much.” You cup his face in your hands, taking a good look at his face. You were still feeling a little breathless. He's holding you by the waist and slowly puts you down. A worried look taking over his face. “You shouldn't run around like this. You'll only tire yourself out,” he says, sweeping strands of hair away from your face. You only giggle and grin at him, making him smile in return.
The branches of the tree sway gently as two figures rest under it. Your head on his shoulder and his head on yours. His arm around you, stroking your hair. The familiar smell of your hair reminds him of the childhood summer days when he carried you in his arms as laughter filled his ears and laid his head on your lap under this same tree. Things have changed since then. Ever since your sickness, things have been quieter than before, a bit slower. Nonetheless his love for you only grew with each passing day. Guilt consumed his heart for not being there with you while you battled each day, alone. His Colonel duties keep him away from you, but you never blame him for that. You understand he's doing it all for your sake and it makes you feel guilty sometimes that you've become such a burden for him.
“Caleb?” You say his name softly. “Hm?” “Let's have a baby.” He stroked your hair gently. If there's anything Caleb hated more than anything it's seeing you disappointed and hurt. “You know we can't.” “But the doctor said that I'm doing much better now.” You tilt your head and look at him with those eyes. Those yearnful eyes. “I cannot risk you for that.”
“Conceiving and carrying a child with her current condition will put her at great risk.” Zayne was your primary care physician and a trusted friend of both you and Caleb. He trusted Zayne with your health. “It would be either her or the baby. We cannot save both.” The truth was too much for you to handle. You broke down and cried for days. He hated seeing you that way. First, you had to give up on your dreams and now this. He knows how lonely you get and he hated the sight of you bedridden. “It'd be nice to have a little you running around keeping me company.” You had said once. You had dreams and ambitions but because of your poor health, gave them up in a quiet surrender. “It's alright, I have one of my dreams come true already, you.” You smiled at him. You always did. You never let him know your quiet pains.
“I'm sorry.” It's not that he didn't want children with you. The opposite in fact. He once dreamed of having a big family with you, to see you hold his child. But he would never risk you for a baby. He would always choose you.
That night you stayed up late, telling Caleb everything that's happened while he was gone. “Caleb,” you say while tracing the side of his arm. He was sitting on the edge of the bed putting his night shirt on. “Yes?” “It's... been a while since.. you know.” “Since what?,” he said while buttoning his shirt. “Since we've made...” You trail off and he stops doing what he was doing and you could see from the side of his face that his ears were flushed red. Your own cheeks heating up. “It's-” “Cmon, we did it before and I'm doing better now.” He looked at you, his face flushed and red. The bed shifted under his weight as he slowly climbed on top of you. Your thrumming against your chest as he caressed your cheek and put a strand of hair behind your ear. You smiled lightly and he kissed you. So deeply and passionately, it made him realize how much he missed you. Your one hand caressed the back of his head and trailed down to his neck and the other wrapped around his shoulder. You panted and sighed as his kisses trailed down your jaw to your neck. His hands gently unbuttoning the front of your nightdress. “I love you.”
Birds chirped outside as dawn approached. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him. His shirt and your nightdress lay on the floor from the night before. You were in your chemise now and his bare chest rested against your back, his head nuzzled in the space between your shoulder and neck. “Caleb.” “Hm?” He hummed. “Do you remember the first time we did it?” He shifted a little. “Your parent's old shed cottage.” You smiled and turned around to face him. “Yeah, that old shed.”
Things were simple back then. It was before you were diagnosed with your illness. You spent the Summers with him and every Summer you grew closer with each other. He was your first love, first kiss and first everything as you were his. You were young and a bit reckless too. Making love to each other for the first time as teenagers not knowing if both of you were caught by your parents that would've been your last Summer with him. But it was Caleb, everything felt right with him.
“A great Summer it was.” “It was storming that day.” “Yeah, and we took shelter in that old shed.” He smirked at you and whispered something in your ear that made you smack his chest and push him away. He laughs and pulls you in again. Fingers trace every detail of his face. “How long will you stay?” He pauses for a moment before replying. “I'm here for another week.” Your thumb brushes over his lips. “Do you miss me?” He smiles lightly and brushes his hands over your hair. “Everyday.”
The week passes by in the blink of an eye and before you knew it you were holding onto him tightly for the last time 'till you see him again. “I'm going to be back again, soon. Okay?” He brushes away your tears. He hated this, hated leaving you here alone. “I don't want you to go. The house is going to be empty again.” You sniff, nose and eyes all puffy from crying. His own face saddened and he didn't know what he could say to make you feel otherwise. “I will write to you everyday,” he said cupping your face. “So much that you're going to get tired of my letters.” You smile through your tears. “You always say that and then you don't write back for days. I'm starting to think you have a new wife over there or something.” You pout and push him playfully, he chuckles at that. “Now that you mention it, my 'new wife' does hold me back from writing you back.” “Caleeb~” you groan. He laughs and pinches your cheek. “I will call as well, when I get the chance okay? Be a good girl and keep waiting for me,” he said kissing your forehead.
“Are you sure it's his?” Tara asks her friend who hands her a medical report. “Positive.” “Does he know?” She looks at at the report and then at her friend. Concern written on her face. “No.” “Aren't you going to tell him?” “Not now. I will, when the time is right.” Tara gives her back the report. “I-” she starts but doesn't say it. “I know what you're going to say. That he's married. To her,” she says. “She's sick. She's been for a while now.” “I know,” she puts a hand on her lower stomach. “That's why I'm going to wait for now.”
So uhhh....
Now that the new Li is here(sort of), Non-mc writers, I'll be looking to see more of you~🥰
Everyone who said Caleb is dog or wolf coded right now(I mean he still is but..):