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tender-rosiey · 4 months ago

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keep up — ceo!gojo satoru x f!reader

it’s been a long week.

meetings piled on top of meetings, deadlines chasing each other like the ticking of a clock, and constant discussions about investments and strategy—things that should have come second to the one thing you can’t seem to escape.

him. gojo satoru.

you’ve known him for years, but it’s only recently that you’ve started noticing the way his eyes linger just a bit longer than necessary.

or how his words have an edge, a playful undertone that seems to suggest he’s after something more than a simple business conversation.

you’ve barely sat down in one of the plush chairs before gojo’s signature smirk is already spreading across his face.

today, you find yourself in his office again, the glass walls of the conference room revealing the city skyline, the lights twinkling below as the sun sinks below the horizon.

“I’m glad you could make it,” he says smoothly, his voice carrying the usual arrogance, but there’s something more behind it today. the way his eyes flash, the subtle way he adjusts his tie—it’s all intentional.

he’s up to something, and you know it.

“what’s the deal, gojo?” you ask, folding your arms across your chest, trying to maintain the usual level of professional distance between the two of you.

but, as always, it’s hard to ignore the way he effortlessly commands the room with his presence.

“I just wanted to talk,” he says, leaning back in his leather chair with a playful grin.

“I feel like we’ve been working together a lot lately, but we haven’t really talked talked. you know?” he tilts his head slightly, clearly enjoying the way he’s messing with you.

“talked about what?” you raise an eyebrow. the idea of gojo satoru, the ceo of a billion-dollar company, taking time out of his day just to talk to you about something other than business sounds...unlikely.

“you know, personal stuff,” he says, his gaze never leaving yours. “like, what you’re doing when you’re not being all business-y and focused on your empire.”

you sigh, running a hand through your hair. you knew this was coming. it always does.

“I’m doing exactly what you’re doing. running a business. growing something bigger than myself,” you reply, your voice steady, though your mind is racing, trying to think of a way to deflect the conversation before it goes any further.

you can’t let him distract you—especially not now, when everything you’ve worked for is on the verge of becoming something huge.

gojo chuckles, the sound low and smooth.

“you know, you’re even more attractive when you’re trying to act all tough. but I’m serious. what else do you do when you’re not closing deals or impressing the world?”

you roll your eyes, feeling the tension in your shoulders. “nothing interesting. I spend money quickly. that’s all you need to know.”

you say it lightly, knowing that would make him drop it. he’s never been the type to pursue something that doesn’t pique his interest, and surely, a comment like that will be enough to make him back off.

but gojo simply leans forward, his eyes narrowing in a way that sends a jolt through you. “you spend money quickly, huh?”

you nod, arms still crossed as you stare at him, half-expecting him to make a comment about it.

“can you spend it as quickly as I make it?” his voice is smooth, a subtle edge of amusement hidden beneath his words.

you blink, caught off guard by the ease with which he says it. the confidence in his words, the way he leans back in his chair like it’s just another ordinary day—it all hits you like a wave.

he’s not just offering something small. he’s making a statement. and he knows it’ll rattle you.

“I...” you falter, but your voice catches in your throat. you were expecting him to deflect, to make it a joke.

instead, he’s somehow turned the conversation into something personal—something that makes you question your own boundaries.

gojo smiles, not a hint of arrogance or cockiness this time. just a knowing look, like he’s figured you out in a way you didn’t expect.

“what’s the matter?” he teases, sensing your hesitation. “don’t think you can keep up?”

you shake your head, trying to regain some composure. “I’m not interested in your money, gojo,” you say firmly, trying to return to your usual calm.

you’ve never been someone who’s drawn in by flashy displays of wealth. you value ambition and drive more than anything else, something you both—admittedly—share.

but gojo doesn’t let up. he’s not the type to let things go when he’s gotten a taste of victory.

“I don’t think you’re interested in my money. I think you’re interested in me.” his grin is almost teasing, his confidence bordering on smug, but it’s not unwarranted.

he’s pushing you, just a little, to see how far you’ll let him go.

you stand up abruptly, pacing the length of the room, trying to compose yourself. you hate that he can do this—get under your skin with just a few words.

you’ve spent your entire career building a reputation based on control, but gojo has a way of making you feel like you’re the one who’s losing it.

“I’m not interested in playing games, gojo,” you say, trying to sound firm. “if you’re expecting me to be swept off my feet by...whatever this is, it’s not going to happen.”

he stands up as well, his movements smooth. “and why not?” he asks, his voice low, almost coaxing. “because you’re too busy? because you’ve got too much on your plate?”

you hesitate.

he’s right. you are busy. but it’s not just that. it’s the idea of getting tangled in something that might distract you from your goals. relationships, especially with someone like him, always seem to be more trouble than they’re worth.

but gojo doesn’t seem to take your hesitation as a refusal. instead, he steps closer, his hand resting casually on your shoulder as he peers down at you, his eyes locking with yours.

“you know, I’m not asking for anything from you, other than your time. I just want to know...if you’d ever consider being distracted for a change.”

a trace of sincerity threads through the usual playfulness. for the briefest moment, you wonder if he’s being genuine, if maybe—just maybe—there’s something more behind his words.

you look up at him, your heart pounding in your chest, the weight of his presence settling into the space between you.

“I’m not saying I’m ready to drop everything for you,” you say, your voice quieter now. “but...”

gojo smirks again, but this time, it’s softer, more knowing. “but?”

“but,” you continue, swallowing the lump in your throat, “I can’t pretend like I’m not at least curious about where this might go.”

his smirk turns into a smile, one that’s warm and confident. he leans in, brushing his lips against your cheek, just barely.

“I knew you’d come around,” he hums. his fingers brush against your jaw, lifting your face to meet his eyes once more, “we’ll see if you can keep up, miss l/n.”

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0omillo0 · 3 months ago

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I’m so glad you’ve finished your school! I know school can be rough especially end of the year. Speaking of free time. 🥺👉👈 How about (surprise) angst/hurt with Han this time (at this point I’m trying to go through all the members at least once) Y/N is having just like, the worst day. They come home to Han for comfort but he is also having just like, the worst day. So they argue and Han walls out, but later there’s a fire at the apartment complex and when he comes back there’s like a whole scene and he freaks out. Y/N is already in the back of an ambulance and they’re fine but Han takes five ever to find them and is freaking out the entire time.

Calling you clingy

Han Jisung x Reader 한지성

a/n: Hi! I’m sorry if this took so long but I’m kinda struggling with my emotions lately and I don’t really like the way I write… hope you’ll like it tho

The day felt doomed from the moment you opened your eyes.

Your alarm hadn’t gone off, leaving you scrambling to get ready. You spilled coffee on your only clean shirt, missed your bus, and when you finally arrived at work, it was like the universe conspired against you. A project you’d poured your heart into was torn apart in a meeting, and the snide comments from a coworker still rang in your ears. By the time you walked through your apartment door that evening, you felt like a frayed wire—one spark away from snapping.

Han sat on the couch, earbuds in, a notebook balanced on his lap. His pen moved furiously across the page, his frustration evident in every stroke. Seeing him there, a small part of your tension eased. He’ll make this better, you thought. He always does…

“Hey,” you said softly, closing the door behind you.

He didn’t look up. “Hey.”

You hesitated, unsure if he’d even heard you. “Han… I’m sorry to bother you but I had the worst day. I don’t even know where to start. I just… I really need you right now. Please…”

You had always been nice to him, always making sure to give him his space. And he knew.

But this time, he sighed, setting his notebook aside but still not meeting your eyes. “Y/N, I can’t do this right now. I’m kind of drowning here myself.”

His words hit you like a cold wave. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he said, rubbing his temples, “I’ve been dealing with my own stuff all day. I’m exhausted too.”

You stared at him, your throat tightening. “I’m not asking you to solve anything, Han. I just wanted… I needed you to be here with me... I’m sorry-”

Finally, he looked at you, irritation flickering in his eyes. “Stop saying you’re sorry! It’s like… you can’t handle anything without me. You’re always leaning on me, and it’s—” He paused, running a hand through his hair. “It’s clingy, Y/N.”

The word sliced through you like a knife. “Clingy?” you echoed, your voice cracking.

Han stood, pacing in the small space. “Yes, clingy. Every time something goes wrong, I’m the first person you run to, and I can’t—”

“And what?” you interrupted, anger bubbling up. “You can’t handle that? I thought that’s what relationships were for—being there for each other!”

His voice rose to match yours. “It is! But I’m not your emotional punching bag! I have limits too!”

Your chest tightened, tears prickling at your eyes. “Fine. If I’m so clingy, maybe I should stop coming to you altogether.”

“Maybe you should.” His voice was cold.

He grabbed his keys from the counter and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. The silence that followed felt deafening. You stood frozen, tears spilling over as his words echoed in your head.

You’ve never seen him like this. It hurt so bad it felt like you were drowning in your own tears.

You decided to listen to some music to distract yourself, until..

*Sniff sniff*

The smell of smoke was faint at first, so faint you ignored it. You thought it was coming from outside—someone burning leaves or a neighbor cooking. But then the fire alarm shrieked through the building, and the panic set in.

When you opened the door, smoke poured in, thick and choking. Flames flickered at the end of the hallway. Grabbing your phone and bag, you stumbled into the chaos, your heart pounding as the smoke burned your lungs.

By the time you made it outside, the cool night air felt like relief, but your head swam, and you couldn’t stop coughing. Paramedics found you, guiding you to an ambulance. You barely registered their words as they placed an oxygen mask over your face, the world spinning around you.

While you were fighting for your own life, Han wandered the city, replaying your argument in his head. At first, he felt justified—you’d been overwhelming lately, hadn’t you? But as the minutes stretched into hours, guilt started creeping in. You weren’t clingy; you trusted him enough to lean on him when things got tough. And he’d thrown that trust back in your face.

He turned toward the apartment, ready to apologize, when he saw smoke curling into the sky. His heart stopped.

“No. No, no, no,” he whispered, breaking into a sprint.

The fire was massive, consuming the upper floors of the building—your floor. His lungs burned as he ran, panic rising with every step. By the time he reached the scene, fire trucks and ambulances surrounded the complex.

“Y/N!” he shouted, shoving through the crowd of evacuees. “Have you seen Y/N?”

No one answered. He called your name again, louder this time, his voice cracking. His legs felt like they might give out, his thoughts racing to every worst-case scenario.

Finally, he spotted you in the back of an ambulance. Relief hit him so hard that he nearly collapsed.

“Y/N!” he cried, rushing to your side.

You looked up, your face pale but alive, the oxygen mask resting on your lap. “You came back,” you said hoarsely.

Han dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands shaking as he reached for yours. “I—I thought—I thought I lost you,” he stammered, tears streaming down his face. “I’m so sorry. I never should have left. I was selfish, and I was wrong. I’m so, so sorry.”

You stared at him for a moment, your expression unreadable. Finally, you pulled the mask down, your voice trembling. “You called me clingy, Han. You left me when I needed you most. Do you know how much that hurt?”

His face crumpled. “I know. I was an idiot. I didn’t mean it—I was overwhelmed, and I took it out on you. But I’ll never do that again. I swear. You mean everything to me, Y/N. Everything.”

Your lip trembled, tears welling up in your eyes. “You made me feel like I didn’t matter to you. Like I was just… too much.”

Han cupped your face gently, his thumb brushing a tear from your cheek. “You’re not too much. You’ll never be too much. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you if I have to. I’m so sorry.”

For a moment, you hesitated, the pain still fresh in your chest. But the sincerity in his eyes—the fear, the guilt, the love—broke down your walls. You nodded slowly, leaning into his touch.

“Okay,” you whispered. “But it’s going to take time.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his hands steadying as he held you close. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be here.”

That night, you stayed together in your apartement, after making sure you were all right at the hospital, the weight of the day still heavy but no longer unbearable. Han didn’t let go of you for a second, whispering soft reassurances until your eyes closed.

You weren’t sure how long it would take to heal, but as you drifted off, you knew one thing: Han was willing to try.

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nondelphic · 4 months ago

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nondelphic status update: december 8th 2024

hey everyone (,,>﹏<,,). it’s been over a week since i last posted, and i wanted to explain why i’ve been gone. i’ve been dealing with some really tough mental health stuff, and honestly, it’s been a struggle just to get through the days.

i know most of you don’t follow this blog for this kind of post, and i promise i’m not trying to bring anyone down. you’re probably here because you, like me, enjoy a little self-deprecating humor as a coping mechanism (we love to see it lol (╥﹏╥)ゞ). but i didn’t want to come back without acknowledging why i’ve been so quiet.

the truth is, i’m really not doing well irl. it’s easy to seem like you have it all together online, but i don’t. i feel like it’s important to say that because we all need to care for ourselves, even when (or especially when) we feel like we’re falling apart. if you’re reading this and struggling too, just know you’re not alone. we’re all just little gremlins doing our best out here (｡•́︿•̀｡).

that being said, this blog is something i genuinely love working on, and stepping away made me realize how much joy it brings me. it’s honestly one of the few things that feels right to me right now. and i’m not just doing it for you guys, it’s also for me. it’s a nice distraction and gives me something to focus on other than, y’know, rotting in bed all day. (very fun, very slay •́︵•̀)

i think in the long run, making myself get up and do something i actually enjoy, like working on this blog, will probably serve me better than wallowing. and it’s comforting to know that there are people here who enjoy what i post, even when i’m not feeling my best.

thank you for being patient with me while i figure things out (´｡• ᵕ •｡`). i don’t have it all together, but i’m trying. and i’ll be back to posting silly writer nonsense sooner than you think ♡.

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blackgirlsloveburrow · 2 months ago

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NSFW 18+

this is kind of a part two to my joe burrow x uc student!reader fic. you can read it here:

joe and you have been secretly hanging out for a good few months now, and no one has caught on. after that crazy night, you did call him, and he was very adamant about seeing you all of the time.

“joe i can’t come to your house i have homework to do. philosophy is kicking my butt right now,” you sighed.

“baby you can just do it here, i’ll pick you up myself,” he begged.

you laughed. “there’s no way you are bringing that expensive ass car around this run down neighborhood. also you know you’re gonna try to distract me from doing homework the whole time i’m there,” you replied.

“okay you win. but i wanna see you tonight for sure,” he said trying to compromise.

“i was gonna pick up a shift at work later. im trying to save up to buy some new headphones”.

“fuck work. i’ll literally buy you anything you want,” he said aggravated.

“ugh joe you know how i feel about th-“

he cut you off. “i’m picking you up now, and don’t worry i’ll bring one of my more inconspicuous cars. i’ll see you in a bit!”.

he hung up. you flopped in your pillow and groaned. your life has totally changed with him in it. you’re both grateful, but slightly peeved about his generosity towards you. i mean you’re not a person who is used to being spoiled by others. he’s always buying you nice things way out of the price range for a college student.

how do you explain to your friends you have multiple telfar tote bags all of a sudden? lululemon sets? etcetera.

you’re also basically always at his house. his cook makes meals for you, his driver takes you to class, things you would have never imagined for yourself.

let’s not get started on the college life of it all. he doesn’t like you going to frats because he hates all college guys (you can’t say you blame him), every time you mention going to a uc football game he’ll buy you guys box seats to go, and your friends are practically begging you to show your “sneaky link”. it’s very exhausting sometimes.

you definitely are in love with him though.

he’s so sweet and protective of you. he makes sures you’re always eating and not stressing about school. he’s even introduced you to his family and teammates after his games which makes you think maybe you could call him your boyf-

there’s a knock on the door.

you go answer it. it’s joe. all in his 6’4 glory.

“hey,” he smiles. bending down to kiss you.

“hi,” you blush.

“are you ready to go?” he asks.

“yeah let me just pack my book bag and some clothes”.

“you have clothes at the house,” he reminds you.

“oh well i get nervous wearing those. they’re just so nice i don’t want to stand out too much,” you laugh awkwardly.

“well you gotta get used to standing out if you’re with me,” he replied.

“well no one really knows about us,” you say walking to your room. he shuts the front door and follows you.

“well. i want more people to know because…,” he trails off.

“because?” you echo him.

“because i want you to officially be my girlfriend”.

you started at him silently.

“i was going to take you to dinner and properly ask but i couldn’t wait,” he said rubbing the back of his head.

in response you stand on the tips of your toes, wrap you arms around his neck, and pull him into a deep and passionate kiss. he reciprocates it, putting his hands on your sides.

when you guys finished, you responded.

“yes. i’ll be your girlfriend,” you say smiling widely.

he picks you up and spins you around, smiling too.

"alright get your stuff together and change so i can go feed you,” he says.

fast forward a little later in the night, you guys are at a really nice restaurant. you just finished your food and had a couple of drinks, and decided to sit on the same side of the booth as joe. he has his hand on your thigh feeling the material of your dress. you’re kissing his jaw and face.

“let’s go to the car baby,” he says. both amused by your affection and a little hard. he gets the check and leads you to the parking garage.

he pushes you up against his car and starts making out with you. his hands gripping your hips as he rubs his bulge against you.

“you have no idea what you do to me,” he breathes.

before you guys can go any farther he opens the car door for you. you get in and he gets in on his side. he speeds home, breaking a few traffic laws on the way.

you guys make it to the bedroom. he takes off your dress and undergarments. you take off his dress shirt and slide off his underwear and pants.

he’s standing and you get down on your knees in front of him.

you start jerking him off while sucking his tip. he throws his head back in pleasure.

“fuck you suck daddy’s dick so well baby,” he moans. he puts his hand on the back of your head and you start to go deeper, feeling him in the back of your throat.

he pulls you off of him after a while, looking at your watery eyes and saliva around your mouth. he makes you stand up. his hands go down to mess with your aching pussy.

“you’re sopping wet and i haven’t even done anything yet,” he says. you whine, embarrassed.

he continues. “daddy’s gonna fuck you so good baby”.

he backs you into the wall and picks you up by your thighs. you can feel his breath on your face as he lines his tip with your pussy. he pulls your body down on him in one swift motion. he instantly bottoms out in you. you moan loudly.

he starts picking up the pace. basically pulling your body down onto his girth. he’s so big.

then, with your legs around him, he carries your body and puts your back onto the bed, barely having a second before he starts thrusting into you again.

he’s hitting your g-spot so aggressively you start getting ready to unfold. the bed is shaking.

“i-i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna cum joey” you moan.

he starts to go faster, chasing his own high. you come undone, and he starts to get close too.

“i’m gonna cum in you baby fuck,” he grabs your throat and kisses your mouth as pumps his load deep inside of you.

as soon as you guys calm down he pulls out of you. you’re tired afterwards. he gets you one of his shirts to throw on and you guys cuddle in bed. he turns on the tv only to be met with a picture on the news of you guys kissing in the parking garage.

people sure are quick.

you guys just look at eachother and sigh. he kisses your forehead. you guys will just have to figure it out tomorrow.

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hazshit-hotel-hater · 8 months ago

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Moxxie Redesign! (2/4)

You didn’t think I forgot about this did you? ‘,:/

I wanted to base Moxxie off of what his name actually implies, having nerve and determination. Ive almost entirely changed his personality in certain ways. He is still an assassin but he takes his job very seriously and struggles with his inner morals because of this. Being berated by Blitz often leads to him pushing aside his concerns with his job and causing internal conflict instead that he typically only ever talks to these issues about Millie. She is trying to get him to consider therapy but he doesn’t want to lose his “sparkle” (he gives in eventually and goes and it goes fine, this would be around season 2 but definitely after episode 6)

Moxxie also doubles as a medic for any potential injuries at I.M.P (this happens often). Moxxie was also born in greed so he has the more aquatic qualities of a greed imp such as the little headlamp, frills, and gills. And for any fish nerds, yes I know only female angler fish have headlamps, thats the point. Viv has literally no main trans characters so I guess I have to do everything myself. Plus I’m tired of the super straight shit that happened a few years back, Millie isn’t any less straight for dating a trans man. I think Moxxie certainly struggles with his masculinity and also takes his job so seriously as a way to prove to himself that he’s meeting some sort of “masculinity criteria” however he’s fully aware of how silly the mindset is (hes working on it). I think som trans imps may definitely paint their horns like Moxxie, but with certain days I really doubt he gives much of a shit considering it probably gets chipped a lot anyway.

Moxxie still hates his upbringing and the greed ring leaves a sour taste in his mouth, however he prefers to use his knowledge and features from greed in his work. For example, preforming minor surgery under his headlight, it’s goofy as hell and I think any show benefits from some extent of stupid silliness like that. It’s also good for distractions!

Moxxie isn’t always super serious like in this art either, he’s still a bit stupid but still respects himself. Tough nut to crack because of his past but is very kind underneath somewhere.

Heres some notes I went off while working!

- glasses (REQUIRED. Give him those stupid little circle spectacles)

- Get rid of the stupid suit

- Maybe some interesting horn stuff?

- Make him look a bit more like his voice, not sure how to describe this

- Write a boyloser properly

- Probably doubles as a medic? I think he’d be interested in medicine with all that errrm akshully energy he has

- Make him actually look like an adult (I tried)

- More of a fishy tail

- Born in wrath but both parents are greed imps so he has those features + moved back when he was like 6 idk

- Or idk maybe imps change the longer theyre in a certain ring? Could be fun

I have a lot more I could talk about with this guy but I’ll save it for some other posts :3

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aspenmissing · 1 month ago

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Heyya! At first: Do not overwork yourself. We'll be as patiently waiting as possible! And at the end we all know, that our requests are in veryy good hands 🫶

At second: I have a little request for you: I saw your storys of the slow burn romances with Viktor and Silco (big shoutout). And I'm wondering, how such a romance would look like with Jayce. After he received so much hate during season 2, he deserves as much love as the other characters.

So, how about Reader and Jayce grew up together and are inseparable. They are both very affectionate towards each other with giving hugs or taking each others hand in their own when they are stressed. But they've never got over the friendship stage.

Even his own mother looses day after day faith in her own son, when he'll make the first move (secretly prays for Reader to do it, though).

It's pretty much fluff coded, but to be fair: Jayce is the golden retriever bf type.

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ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ꜰᴇᴀᴛ. ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ, xɪᴍᴇɴᴀ) || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ || 7226 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ, ᴇxᴘʟᴏꜱɪᴏɴꜱ, ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ (ꜱɴᴏᴡꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ)

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴏɴ! ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜱᴏ ɴᴏ ꜰᴇᴀʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ! ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢʀᴀᴛᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ! ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ! < 3 <3

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | xɪᴍᴇɴᴀ

The early morning sun filtered through the dust-filled streets of the underbelly of Piltover. The air was thick with the sound of clanging metal, the distant chatter of workers, and the ever-present hum of a city that never truly slept. Y/N was no stranger to these streets. She had wandered through them countless times, scavenging for scraps, looking for anything useful she could find. Her hands were always dirty, her knees scraped, but it never bothered her. It was a part of life, something she accepted.

She was about ten years old, just starting to get a feel for the streets when she first laid eyes on him.

She had been chasing after an old junk cart, hoping to find some usable parts to take back home when a voice called out from behind her.

"Hey, you—watch out!"

Y/N spun around just in time to see a young boy, about her age, struggling with a pile of scrap metal that seemed too heavy for him to carry. The cart wobbled dangerously, the old wheels squeaking under the weight, threatening to tip over.

Without thinking, Y/N dashed forward, pushing the cart just in time to stop it from tipping over. The boy stared at her, wide-eyed, as she caught her breath.

"You... you helped me?" His voice was a mix of surprise and awe, his messy brown hair falling into his face. His hands were covered in oil stains, and there was a small scratch on his cheek. But his eyes were bright with curiosity, like someone who had never seen the world quite like she had.

Y/N shrugged, brushing her hands off. "Well, yeah. Didn’t want you to make a mess on the street. People tend to notice that kind of stuff around here."

The boy blinked at her, then chuckled. "I guess you're right." He stood up straighter, brushing the dust off his clothes. "I’m Jayce."

"Y/N," she replied shortly, still scanning the area around them for any signs of a good find. She wasn’t interested in making friends, not really. Not in this place.

Jayce noticed her distracted gaze and followed her line of sight. "You looking for parts?"

"Always," Y/N said, with a quick, sharp nod. "Got any more of those?" She gestured to the pile of scraps on the cart, her eyes gleaming with interest.

Jayce grinned, almost shyly, as he offered her a piece of metal. "You know, I could use some help with this. It's not easy doing this all by myself. But, if you help, I might share the good stuff." His tone was teasing, but there was an earnestness behind it—like he was trying to make an offer that might work in his favour.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, giving him a sceptical look. "You don’t know what’s ‘good stuff.’"

"I know a thing or two," Jayce said confidently, picking up a few tools and adjusting a small device on the cart. "I’m pretty good with machines. Not that I’m an expert or anything, but I’ve got some ideas for things I can build."

She eyed him for a moment, then shrugged. "You want my help? Fine. But if I find something better, I’m taking it."

Jayce laughed, his whole face lighting up. "Deal."

They spent the rest of the morning sorting through the junk pile, working side by side in a rhythm that felt oddly natural. He was careful, methodical in how he handled the pieces of scrap, and Y/N couldn’t help but admire how he approached the task. Even at that age, she could tell that there was something different about him—a certain determination in his eyes, a spark that made him stand out from the other kids she knew.

At one point, their hands brushed when they both reached for the same piece of metal, and neither of them pulled away. Jayce glanced up at her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"You know, you’re not half bad at this," he said.

Y/N gave him a half-smile in return. "I know."

By the time the sun was high in the sky, they had a small collection of parts piled together. Jayce looked over at her, his grin widening. "So, I think we make a pretty good team."

Y/N’s expression softened just a little. She wasn’t used to working with others, but there was something easy about being around him. Something that made the whole thing feel less like work and more like... well, something she could get used to.

"Yeah," she said quietly, not wanting to admit it out loud but feeling it all the same. "I guess we do."

And just like that, a bond was formed. Not through shared words or promises, but through the simple understanding that they were both out here trying to survive. They didn’t know it then, but this would be the beginning of a friendship that would last through everything.

As they parted ways that afternoon, Jayce looked over his shoulder and waved. "See you around, Y/N."

"Yeah," she called back, a small smile tugging at her lips. "See you, Jayce."

The days after their first meeting flew by in a blur of shared afternoons spent scavenging the streets of Piltover. Y/N found herself looking forward to those quiet moments spent working side by side with Jayce. He was unlike any other kid she knew—smart, curious, and always looking to fix things. And for some reason, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe she liked being around him more than she cared to admit.

But nothing could have prepared her for the news she would hear just a few weeks later.

Y/N was walking through the bustling streets of Piltover when she overheard a conversation between two older women near a market stall. They were talking in hushed voices, but Y/N caught enough of the words to make her stop in her tracks.

"...caught in that storm. His mother... they're both in the hospital..."

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She’d seen Jayce just a few days ago, and the thought of him being in any sort of danger hit her like a cold wave. Without thinking, she turned on her heel and sprinted toward the nearest hospital, her breath coming in sharp gasps as the worry gnawed at her.

The hospital was busy, as always, with people coming and going, but Y/N pushed through, her determination clear on her face. She wasn’t going to let Jayce go through this alone. She needed to know if he was okay. She needed to see him.

As she burst into the waiting room, she spotted Jayce's mother sitting in a chair, her face pale and drawn, wrapped in blankets. But it was Jayce who caught her attention—sitting by her side, his face a mask of exhaustion, his usual spark replaced by a hollow emptiness.

"Jayce!" Y/N called out, rushing toward them.

Jayce looked up, surprise flashing across his face before it softened, a small, tired smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Y/N… What are you doing here?"

Without a second thought, Y/N sat on the chair besides him, her hands gently resting on his. "I heard what happened. Are you okay? You and your mom?"

Jayce let out a breath, glancing over at his mother before returning his gaze to her. "Yeah... we’re both alive, but… I don’t know what happened out there. It’s all a blur."

Y/N frowned, her fingers tightening around his. "Tell me what happened. Please."

He hesitated, his eyes distant as he remembered the terrifying ordeal. "We were caught in the snowstorm on our way home. The blizzard came out of nowhere… My mother collapsed, and I couldn’t carry her anymore. We were lost out there for hours. I thought we were done for."

Y/N’s heart ached for him. She could only imagine the terror he must have felt, not knowing if they'd make it through the storm. She wanted to tell him how sorry she was, but before she could, he continued, his voice barely above a whisper.

"But then… someone found us. Someone came out of nowhere, out of the snow. They... they saved us."

Y/N leaned in, her brow furrowing with concern. "Who was it? Was it a traveler? Someone from the city?"

Jayce shook his head, a mix of confusion and awe in his eyes. "No. It wasn’t anyone I recognized. They didn’t even speak. They just… appeared. Like magic. They were covered in this cloak and when they reached us, the wind seemed to die down, like they were controlling the storm itself."

Y/N blinked, her mind racing. Magic? She’d heard of mages before—rumors and whispers of powerful individuals who could bend the world to their will. But she'd never imagined something like this could happen, especially here, in Piltover.

"Wait… you mean they were a mage?" Y/N asked, trying to process the possibility.

Jayce nodded slowly, still staring at the door as if expecting the figure to walk in. "I think so. I don’t know much about magic, but the way they made the storm quiet... I’ve never seen anything like it. They didn’t even say a word, Y/N. It was like they were more force than person."

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine. The thought of a mage saving them, someone with that kind of power, both confused and awed her. "That’s... that’s incredible, Jayce. You said they didn’t say anything, though? Do you think they meant to help you?"

Jayce’s expression softened, his eyes still distant but filled with gratitude. "I don’t know. I don’t know why they helped us, but… they did. And I owe them everything. My mom wouldn’t be here if not for them."

Y/N squeezed his hand tighter, feeling the weight of his words. "It’s okay. You’re safe now. You and your mom. Whoever they were, they saved your lives."

Jayce looked at her then, his tired eyes meeting hers. "I don't even know who they were. But I’m grateful, Y/N. More than I can put into words."

Y/N smiled, a playful glint in her eyes. "And so am I," she said, squeezing his hand. "I mean, who else would help me reach the top shelves for stuff, huh?"

Jayce chuckled softly, the tension easing in his posture. "I guess I’m good for something after all."

"Definitely," Y/N teased, a light laugh escaping her. "Just don’t get yourself into any more snowstorms, okay? I need you around."

"I'll try my best." Jayce raised an eyebrow. "I’m pretty sure no one else could handle the task."

Y/N smirked, nudging him lightly. "I have high standards."

"Well, I’ll make sure to live up to them."

And as they shared a quiet moment of humour, Y/N felt a deep sense of gratitude not only for the mysterious mage but for Jayce’s presence in her life. No matter what came their way, they had each other—and that was enough.

The next few days were filled with hospital visits and quiet moments as Jayce's mother recovered. Yet, there was something about that mysterious figure in the storm that still lingered in Jayce’s mind. The unanswered questions gnawed at him, and when he finally got the chance to leave the hospital with his mother, he asked Y/N to meet him at a quiet spot outside of Piltover.

Y/N agreed, though she couldn't help but wonder what had brought Jayce to ask her for this. When she arrived at the spot, a small stone ruin hidden away in the woods, she found him waiting near an old, weathered structure, his hand gripping something tightly in his fist.

"Jayce? What’s going on?" Y/N asked, her curiosity piqued.

He turned toward her, his eyes serious yet filled with a sense of urgency. "I need to show you something," he said, his voice low.

With that, he opened his hand to reveal a small, smooth stone, its surface covered in intricate markings. The stone seemed to hum with energy, a faint glow pulsing from within it.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. "Is that…?"

Jayce nodded. "The mage… when they saved us, they gave me this. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen, Y/N. I think it’s more than just a stone—it’s a symbol of some sort, maybe even a key to something."

Y/N reached out to touch it, her fingers brushing the surface. The moment she did, the stone seemed to respond, the markings glowing brighter for a moment before dimming again.

"It’s powerful," Y/N whispered, awe evident in her voice. "But what does it mean, Jayce?"

He shook his head. "I don’t know. But whoever they are, I think they’re trying to tell me something. And I’m going to figure it out."

Y/N met his gaze, determination reflecting in her eyes. "I’ll help you. We’ll figure it out together."

Jayce smiled, the weight on his shoulders lifting slightly as he looked at her. "Thanks, Y/N. It means more than you know."

And with that, the bond between them deepened once more—not just as friends, but as partners in whatever mystery lay ahead. No matter the storms that came, they would face them together, side by side.

Years passed, and Piltover changed around them, but Y/N and Jayce remained constants in each other’s lives. Their appearances had evolved, reflecting their growth both individually and together.

Y/N had grown into a young woman with quiet strength and a newfound grace. The once unruly hair she used to wear in a hurried style had grown longer, now falling in effortless waves. Her features were more defined now, the sharp angles of her face softened with time, yet her piercing eyes—the same eyes full of curiosity—remained unchanged.

"You’ve come a long way, haven’t you?" Jayce would often say, noticing how much she’d matured, her focus and determination evident in her work.

Jayce, too, had transformed. The lanky boy from their youth had filled out into a man of presence. His broad shoulders and sharp jawline were a result of years of hard work, his once-messy hair now neatly styled, though a few strands always managed to escape.

"You’ve turned into someone who actually looks the part," Y/N teased, her smile warm as she watched him tinker with his latest invention. His eyes still held that familiar warmth, the idealism he’d always carried with him.

Despite their growing accomplishments, their bond had only deepened. Side by side, they navigated their studies, both pushing each other toward their shared dream of reshaping Piltover.

"It’s different now," Y/N would say, glancing at him after a long day of work.

"But it still feels like we’re just starting." Jayce would chuckle, his hand brushing hers for just a moment.

"We’ll always be in this together." And somehow, in those small gestures, they both knew it was true.

The streets of Piltover were as bustling as ever, the golden rays of the sun reflecting off the towering structures that symbolized the city’s wealth and innovation. Yet, nestled in the quieter corners of the Academy, there was a space where time seemed to slow. The sound of scribbling pens, the soft hum of machinery, and the occasional excited muttering of students filled the air—an atmosphere of intellectual chaos and creativity.

Y/N sat at a wooden table, papers strewn about in front of her. Her fingers absently traced the edges of her notes, but her mind was elsewhere. Her gaze kept drifting toward the door, where Jayce had just walked in with his usual energy. His broad grin was impossible to miss, and he winked playfully when he caught her eye.

"Still drowning in work, huh?" His voice was warm, the tone full of that familiar comfort that had always been there.

Y/N sighed, dropping her pen with a chuckle. "I swear, if I see one more experiment on basic elemental energy, I might just lose it."

Jayce chuckled and strode over, stopping beside her desk. Without hesitation, he pulled her into a quick, friendly hug, the kind they’d shared for years. "You’ll get through it, Y/N. You always do."

Y/N leaned into the embrace, letting herself relax for a moment. His presence was always reassuring, like a steady anchor amidst the chaos of their work. She rested her head briefly against his chest, taking in the familiar scent of him—oil, metal, and something unmistakably Jayce. She held on for a few extra moments, just savouring the quiet comfort of the hug.

"We’ve been through this a hundred times," Jayce murmured, his voice soft but steady. "You and me. Always together."

Y/N closed her eyes, her fingers curling around his in an unconscious gesture of connection. It wasn’t just the work they had shared for years; it was the moments like this—simple, steady moments that felt like home. In all the years that had passed since they were kids running through Piltover’s streets, the bond between them had remained unchanged. They had each other’s backs, no matter what.

"Always together," Y/N repeated quietly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze before pulling back slightly to look up at him. The words came easily—had always come easily—but now, they felt like a promise. A promise they hadn’t yet needed to break.

Jayce gave her a small smile, one full of understanding. They both knew their lives had changed. Piltover had changed them, the Academy had changed them, and yet the core of their friendship remained the same. They were a team. Always had been. But sometimes, just sometimes, Y/N wondered if there was something more beneath the surface.

"I’ve missed this," she said softly, her voice barely more than a murmur. "I know we both have so much going on, but when it’s just us… it’s like nothing’s changed."

Jayce’s smile widened, and he shrugged casually. "I guess some things are meant to stay the same." He leaned down, brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear in that familiar way that made her heart race, though she couldn’t explain why. "You know I’m always here, right?"

Y/N nodded, feeling the weight of his words in her chest. "I know."

The days that followed felt heavier for Jayce. His usual energy seemed drained, his mind constantly preoccupied with the failure of his latest experiment. The project he'd been working on for months—an attempt to harness the power of the crystal—had faltered. His hands were still stained with soot from the failed trial, his brows furrowed as he sat in front of his workbench, staring at the half-formed piece of technology that refused to work.

Y/N had noticed the shift in him. There was a weight to his silence now, a frustration simmering beneath the surface that he couldn’t shake. She had seen him struggle before, but this was different—this felt like more than just another setback.

She walked into the lab, quietly closing the door behind her as she saw him hunched over the workbench. His back was tense, his shoulders stiff as if the failure had become something more than just a problem to solve.

"Jayce?" Her voice was soft, hesitant, like she wasn’t sure if she should interrupt his thoughts.

He didn’t look up right away. His hands trembled as he fiddled with a piece of metal, but the spark of determination that once burned in his eyes was gone. He exhaled deeply, his frustration spilling over in the quiet space. "I can’t fix it, Y/N," he muttered, more to himself than to her. "I thought I could do it. I thought I could make a breakthrough, but… everything I’ve tried has failed."

Y/N approached him slowly, her gaze soft but unwavering. She could see the toll it was taking on him, the way the failure had burrowed deep into his chest, making him doubt himself in a way she’d never seen before.

She reached out, placing her hand gently on his arm. "Jayce, you’ve always been the one to push the boundaries. You don’t need to fix it all at once," she said, her voice full of conviction. "You’ve come so far already, and you’ve done things others could never dream of. One failure doesn’t mean you’ve lost everything. It means you’ve learned something. You always learn something."

Jayce’s shoulders slumped, the exhaustion settling deeper in his bones. He met her gaze for the first time, his eyes full of uncertainty. "What if I’ve hit my limit? What if I’m just not cut out for this?"

Y/N shook her head, her grip on his arm tightening as she stepped closer, her presence steady and strong. "Jayce, I’ve known you for years. I’ve seen the way your mind works—how you never give up. You’ve come so far, and this? This is just a bump in the road. It’s not the end. You’ll figure it out. You always do."

She reached up, gently cupping his face in her hands. Her touch was warm, grounding him in the moment. "And you don’t have to do it alone. I’m right here, always. You’ve never been alone in this, and you don’t have to start now."

The words settled in the air between them, and for a moment, the weight of his frustration seemed to lift just a little. Jayce’s breath shuddered as he let the truth of her words sink in. The constant pressure, the fear of failure, had clouded his mind, but with her here, reminding him of who he was—of what they had always been—he felt that familiar spark reignite, though faintly.

He reached for her then, pulling her close, his arms wrapping around her as if holding onto the only thing that could bring him back from the edge. Y/N held him tight, her own heart beating steady and sure in her chest.

"I don’t know what I’d do without you," he whispered against her hair, his voice muffled but full of meaning.

Y/N pressed her cheek to his chest, breathing in the comfort of his presence. "You’ll never have to find out," she replied softly, her voice full of certainty. "We’ll figure it out together. Always."

For a long moment, they stood there, the world outside fading away, leaving only the warmth of their embrace. And in that quiet space, Jayce found something he hadn’t realized he needed: a reminder that failure wasn’t the end, and that no matter how many times he stumbled, she would always be there to help him rise again.

Years passed, and Piltover's skyline continued to stretch higher, its gleaming towers casting long shadows over the streets below. Yet, in the quiet spaces between progress, life for Y/N and Jayce had become even more tangled with their work, their ambitions, and each other. The city had seen both triumphs and setbacks, and so had they.

It all began when Jayce's apartment, the place where he had once found solace from the weight of the world, was shattered by an explosion. The crystal he had been studying—still unpredictable, still volatile—was to blame. What had started as a promising experiment to harness its power turned into a catastrophe. Some kids had gotten into the building, snatching materials from Jayce’s workshop, their reckless behavior causing the crystal to destabilize and ignite. The blast ripped through his apartment, leaving nothing but rubble and debris where it had once stood.

Y/N had been by his side in an instant, rushing to the scene as the chaos unfolded. The devastation was immediate, the shock of seeing everything Jayce had worked for reduced to nothing more than a pile of ashes weighing heavily on her chest. She found him amidst the wreckage, covered in dust, his hands trembling as he surveyed the damage.

"Jayce," she had whispered, the sight of him in that state almost too much to bear. She moved to him, her presence offering a small comfort in the storm of emotions he struggled to contain. "Are you…?"

Jayce looked up at her, his face drawn with frustration, disbelief, and pain. "It’s gone, Y/N. Everything." His voice cracked, the weight of his failure finally catching up with him. "The work, the ideas, all of it... destroyed."

Y/N had wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, her heart aching for him in a way words couldn’t capture. She didn’t have the answers, but she was there, as she always had been. "You'll rebuild it," she said, her voice steady, though she shared his grief. "We'll rebuild it."

In the aftermath of the explosion, the Academy had threatened to expel Jayce, the destruction of his apartment seen as a direct consequence of his reckless experimentation. The shock of nearly losing everything, compounded by the looming threat of expulsion, left Jayce reeling. But Y/N was there, a constant presence, keeping him grounded as the tension mounted.

"Jayce," she said one evening, after another heated discussion with the Academy’s council. "You can’t let this define you. You have to keep going. This setback… it’s not the end. You know that."

"I don’t know anymore, Y/N." His voice was heavy, full of uncertainty. "I thought I was close. I thought I had it all figured out. But now… now it feels like I’ve lost everything."

She reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly. "You haven’t lost anything. You’ve learned something. And we’ll figure out the rest together, just like we always have."

In the midst of everything, something unexpected happened. Viktor, the enigmatic scientist with a mind as brilliant as Jayce’s, entered the picture. The two had met during the tumultuous aftermath of the explosion, and though they initially had their differences, a shared understanding began to form between them. Viktor’s vision for the future, his work with the crystal, and his own struggles with Piltover’s more conservative academic circles resonated with Jayce in ways he hadn’t expected.

It was Viktor who first suggested that unlocking the true potential of the crystal didn’t lie in perfection, but in embracing its chaos, its unpredictability. And so, Jayce and Viktor began experimenting, testing theories and learning from their failures. They snuck into Heimerdinger’s lab late at night, using his forbidden equipment to push the boundaries of their research. The work became all-consuming, a place where both men felt alive with the possibility of what they could accomplish together. But it wasn’t until after the dust had settled, after they had spent nights unearthing new discoveries, that Y/N came to understand the depth of what they’d uncovered.

Jayce rushed into Y/N’s apartment, breathless, his eyes wide with excitement. He had moved in with her after the explosion destroyed his own apartment, and now, his sudden appearance felt like a wave crashing over her.

“Y/N,” he said urgently, voice shaking with a mix of awe and fear, “we’ve done it. We’ve figured it out. The crystal… it’s more than we ever thought. Viktor and I—” He paused, trying to catch his breath. “We’ve unlocked something incredible. Something… dangerous.”

Y/N stood up quickly, concern flickering across her face. “What do you mean, ‘dangerous’?”

Jayce ran a hand through his hair, his excitement tempered by a moment of uncertainty. “It’s not just energy, Y/N. The crystal—it’s alive. It reacts to emotions, to intentions. And Viktor, he… he thinks we can control it, shape it into something that could change everything. But I don’t know if it’s ready. I don’t know if we’re ready.”

Y/N’s heart raced, but she reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder to steady him. She could see the weight of what he was saying settling in his eyes. “Jayce, you’re not alone in this,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “Whatever this is, we face it together.”

For a moment, they stood there in silence, the gravity of the situation heavy in the room. Y/N could see the fire in Jayce’s eyes, the same spark she had seen in him all those years ago, and despite the uncertainty, she believed in him. She always had.

“I know,” Jayce said softly, finally letting out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “I just… I need you to know everything. We’ve opened a door we can’t close.”

Y/N nodded, her gaze unwavering. “Then we’ll figure it out together. But you have to promise me one thing—no more secrets. No more keeping things from me.”

Jayce met her eyes, the unspoken bond between them solidifying once again. “I promise.”

It was another quiet afternoon in the Academy’s lab, the usual hum of activity filling the space as students and professors alike worked away. Jayce and Y/N were seated at the same table as usual, papers and notes scattered around them, deep in discussion about their latest findings. Their hands occasionally brushed as they passed materials back and forth, their movements so synchronized that anyone watching might have thought they'd been doing this for years. And in many ways, they had.

Ximena, however, wasn’t just anyone.

She stood at the doorway, watching the two of them from across the room. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she observed the effortless dynamic between them—the way Jayce looked at Y/N when she spoke, the subtle but comfortable touches that passed between them. The unspoken connection was palpable, and Ximena could practically feel the weight of the tension that hung in the air.

It was one of those days where she didn’t even need to be a mind reader to sense it.

She wandered over to their table, her presence enough to interrupt their focused work. Jayce glanced up at her, the usual friendly grin on his face, but it was the way he turned to Y/N, the way their eyes met, that made Ximena’s grin widen even further.

“Hey, lovebirds,” Ximena teased lightly, leaning on the edge of the table and giving them both a knowing look. “How’s the great scientific duo doing today?”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “We’re working, Ximena. Not sure where you’re getting these ideas from.”

Jayce chuckled, shaking his head. “You really know how to interrupt, don’t you?”

“Oh, I just know a thing or two about chemistry when I see it,” Ximena said, raising an eyebrow as her gaze lingered on the way they interacted—comfortable, natural, almost too easy to be just friends. “But hey, if you two are too busy to notice, that’s your call.”

Y/N, her cheeks coloring ever so slightly, quickly looked away and busied herself with a new set of notes. But Jayce, ever the easygoing one, seemed a little more on edge, a slight shift in his posture that Ximena didn’t miss.

“Really, mama?” Jayce asked, his tone teasing but with a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “You’re not gonna start this again, are you?”

Ximena shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’m just saying, you two have been inseparable for years. If you’re not gonna make a move, someone else might. Just a thought.”

Y/N let out an exasperated laugh. “You know, you’re really bad at being subtle.”

“I’m not being subtle at all,” Ximena replied, crossing her arms. “Just speaking the truth.”

She gave them a moment, watching as Jayce shot her a playful glare, while Y/N's lips twitched in amusement. There was something undeniable between them—something that didn’t need to be said aloud, but Ximena couldn’t help herself.

“Alright, alright, I’ll leave you two to your work,” she said, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “But, just so you know, the clock’s ticking. And time waits for no one.”

With that, she turned and left, her light steps echoing as she disappeared down the corridor.

Y/N and Jayce shared a brief, lingering look. Neither of them said anything at first, but the unspoken words were there—familiar and heavy in the space between them.

Y/N cleared her throat, trying to shake off the quiet but growing feeling that Ximena’s words had sparked. “She’s insufferable, isn’t she?”

Jayce let out a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. But I guess she’s not wrong about everything.”

Y/N glanced at him, her heart skipping a beat before she quickly looked back down at the papers in front of her, focusing on the task at hand. Despite everything, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of what had just been said—and the unspoken promise that hung in the air.

The air in the Academy’s grand hall buzzed with excitement for Progress Day—a celebration of innovation and breakthroughs. Y/N stood near the back, her eyes drifting toward the stage where Jayce stood, ready for his moment.

The years since the discovery of the crystal’s true power had been a whirlwind. Together with Viktor, Jayce had revolutionized Piltover’s understanding of energy. Their work had made waves, both celebrated and criticized, but its impact was undeniable. Now, Jayce was about to present their latest progress.

He stood tall, more refined than before, his youthful exuberance tempered by years of pursuit. Yet, that same spark remained in his eyes—a passion that had driven him from the start. He was Piltover’s embodiment—bold, brilliant, and unrelenting.

"Thank you, everyone, for joining us today," Jayce’s voice rang out, calm yet powerful. As he spoke, his gaze swept over the gathered crowd, his expression one of quiet determination. "We stand on the precipice of something truly extraordinary. What we’ve accomplished in the last few years has changed the way we understand energy, and it has the potential to change the very fabric of our society."

He paused, letting his words settle in the room, as the audience leaned forward, hanging on every word.

"But we’re not finished," Jayce continued, his eyes flicking briefly to Viktor, who stood just off to the side. "What we’ve unlocked is only the beginning. The crystal—this incredible energy source—isn’t just a tool. It’s a gateway. A way to reshape the future of Piltover and the world beyond."

Y/N watched from the sidelines, her heart swelling with pride. She knew the struggles Jayce had faced to get here—the doubts, the failures, the moments when it felt like the weight of the world was pressing down on him. But here he was, standing before them, delivering the speech of a man who had found his place in the world. A man who had never given up on his dream.

As Jayce spoke about the future of the crystal and the potential for limitless energy, Y/N couldn’t help but smile. He had come so far from the nervous young scientist who once stumbled over his words. But there was more to this moment than just his success—it was the culmination of everything they’d built together, the trust, the partnership, and the understanding they shared.

"You see," Jayce concluded, his voice growing more passionate, "this is just the start of a new era. We are the ones who will define what’s possible. Together, we will lead Piltover into a future built on progress, on energy that can change lives, and on a vision that can unite us all."

The room erupted into applause, the sound deafening as the crowd stood to their feet. Jayce’s eyes gleamed with excitement, but as his gaze swept over the room, he couldn’t quite find her. Y/N was always there, her presence a constant through the years, but now, amidst the sea of faces, she was nowhere to be seen. A moment of confusion flickered in his expression before he realized where she might have gone.

Excusing himself from a few lingering conversations, Jayce made his way through the throng of congratulatory well-wishers, his eyes scanning the hall until they landed on the balcony door. The glass doors were slightly ajar, and a soft breeze blew from the outside. He didn’t hesitate.

He stepped out onto the balcony, the warmth of the room replaced by the coolness of the evening air. The sun had set, casting a golden hue over Piltover’s towering skyline. His gaze immediately found her. Y/N stood there, leaning against the railing, her back to him, lost in the view of the city stretching out before them.

"Y/N," he called softly, not wanting to startle her.

She turned at the sound of her name, her expression unreadable, but the familiar warmth in her eyes was unmistakable. She didn’t say anything at first, just offered him a small smile that somehow held a world of emotion behind it.

Jayce stepped closer, feeling a mix of pride and something deeper that he couldn’t quite name. He had just made history, but in that moment, it didn’t matter nearly as much as what he shared with her.

"You were looking for me," she said after a pause, her voice quiet but steady.

"Yeah," he admitted, his grin turning slightly sheepish. "I didn’t see you when I finished the speech. I… I wanted to share this moment with you."

Y/N’s eyes softened as she studied him. She took a breath, her gaze drifting out over Piltover, the city they’d both poured their hearts into. The city that had taken so much from them and given them even more in return.

"You did it, Jayce," she said, her voice full of pride and something more. "All of you did. I’m so proud of you."

A faint blush tinged his cheeks at her words, and he shrugged, his tone light. "It wasn’t just me. Viktor, you, all of us. We’ve been through so much, and we’re here now because we stuck together. Because we believed in it."

Y/N turned her eyes back to him, the city lights reflecting in her gaze. "You really believe that, don’t you? That this is the beginning of something bigger."

Jayce nodded, his voice quieter now, the weight of everything they had accomplished settling on him. "I have to. It’s everything we’ve worked for. Everything we’ve sacrificed."

There was a moment of silence between them, a quiet understanding that hung in the air like a shared secret. The distance between them, once filled with years of uncertainty and obstacles, now seemed to have narrowed. In the cool night, it was just the two of them—the steady hum of the city beneath them, the years of work and struggle, and the quiet bond that had never wavered.

Y/N finally spoke, her voice almost a whisper. "You’ve come so far, Jayce. I can’t imagine what it must feel like… all your dreams coming true."

Jayce took a step closer, his hand brushing the railing, his mind racing with the weight of her words. He opened his mouth as if to speak, to tell her how much this moment meant, to confess that his dreams had always felt within reach, until now. Everything he had worked for was unfolding right before him—the accolades, the recognition, the future of Piltover. Yet, as he stood there with Y/N beside him, there was still one dream, one wish, that remained just out of reach. The dream he had kept hidden, buried beneath years of friendship and the uncertainty of whether it could ever be more.

He could feel it—the pull in his chest, the overwhelming urge to tell her everything. To say that all of this, all of his success, felt hollow without her by his side. But the words got stuck, tangled in the fear of risking what they already had. It was a dream he had longed for, but he wasn’t sure if it was one she shared.

A frustrated sigh escaped Jayce as he looked down, his fingers tightening around the railing, as if holding on would somehow make the weight of everything more bearable. “There’s still… one more dream I’m waiting to come true.”

Y/N noticed the hesitation, the way his voice faltered, and her gaze softened with understanding. She could see the storm in his eyes—the victories he had earned were meaningless without that one thing still lingering between them, unspoken and uncertain.

"You’re not just talking about the progress, are you?" Y/N’s voice was soft, gentle, yet steady with the knowing.

Jayce met her eyes, a small but undeniable vulnerability flickering across his face. "I thought it was something I could bury, something I could put aside," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But every step forward, every accomplishment… none of it feels complete without you."

The weight of his words settled between them, and for a long moment, they just stood there, the hum of the city and the warmth of the night wrapping around them like a soft blanket. In the quiet space between them, Y/N could feel the truth in his words, and her heart swelled, both knowing this moment could change everything.

"Maybe I’ve been reaching for it, too," she murmured, her voice steady now, as she took a step closer to him.

As he hesitated, Y/N’s gaze softened, catching the conflicted look in his eyes. She could see the struggle written across his face—he was holding something back, something important. Without a word, she stepped closer, her fingers brushing the edge of his tie as she gently pulled it, drawing him toward her.

Before he could react, she closed the distance between them, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was both tender and urgent. The cool night air seemed to disappear as everything fell away, leaving only the two of them. Jayce froze for a moment, his mind reeling, but then his arms found their way around her, pulling her closer as he kissed her back with a depth of feeling that he hadn’t known he was capable of.

When they finally pulled away, their breaths mingled in the cool air, their foreheads resting together. Y/N’s eyes were soft, her gaze steady as she met his.

"I couldn’t wait for you to say it," she murmured, a smile tugging at her lips. "I’ve known for a long time."

Jayce’s heart raced, a rush of relief and warmth flooding through him. "I guess I wasn’t as subtle as I thought."

"You never were," she teased gently, her voice light but filled with affection. "But I’m glad you finally got there."

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "It’s just… I didn’t want to risk what we already had. But I’ve felt it, for so long. For years, Y/N."

Y/N’s smile softened, her thumb brushing across his jaw. "I’ve felt it too, Jayce. It’s always been there. But we were both too scared to say it."

And as they stood there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, overlooking the city that had brought them together, both of them knew this was only the beginning. Years of unspoken feelings, of waiting for the right moment, had led them to this. Whatever the future held, they’d face it together.

#Arcane #Arcane Fandom #reader insert #jayce x y/n #jayce x reader #jayce talis x reader #jayce x you #arcane fluff

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unhingedangstaddict · 4 months ago

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Currently working on my own fix-it fic but man this shit is harder than I thought it'd be- I keep crying and then getting distracted reading other fix-it fics. Thought I'd share this snippet to hopefully motivate myself to keep going???

Hen was starting to wonder if maybe Tommy was out for a run when she heard a faint ‘oh shit’ from inside the house. She banged on the door again. “Come on Kinard! I know you’re in there!” She called out. If Tommy’s neighbors thought she was crazy, oh well, too bad. Hen really didn’t care.

Finally the door was opened by Tommy. His hair was a mess- sticking up as though he’d been running his hands through it far too much-, he had deep dark bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, his eyes were puffy from crying, and frankly, he looked like shit. “What do you want, Hen?” Tommy rasped. Whether his voice was hoarse due to dehydration or yelling and/or crying was unclear.

“To talk about what happened last night.” Hen crossed her arms.

“You mean you’re here to yell at me for what I did?" Tommy guessed. He hadn't forgotten the thinly veiled shovel talk from Hen and Karen months back at the medal ceremony- he wasn't surprised Hen was here now. “Trust me I hate myself for it enough. There’s nothing you can say that I haven’t already thought about myself.”

“No. I’m here to try and understand what even happened. According to Eddie, Buck wasn’t making very much sense last night. Eddie would’ve come himself to check on you but he’s got Buck right now. Eddie’s worried about you and frankly, I am too.”

Tommy sighed deeply and stepped aside to let Hen into the house.

Soon they were sitting at Tommy’s kitchen table with mugs of coffee in hand.

“So are you gonna tell me what happened or are you just gonna keep having that staring contest with your coffee?” Hen questioned.

“He asked me to move in with him.” Tommy admitted quietly.

“Okay,” Hen said slowly, waiting for Tommy to explain further why he was upset by it. Beyond the obvious matter of Buck leasing his loft apartment and Tommy owning his house, Hen wasn’t sure what the issue was.

“For a split second, I thought about saying yes.” Tommy confessed. “Then I returned to reality and realized I had to end it.”

“But why?” Hen questioned.

“Even if it was only for a second, Hen, I was ready to, what? Sell my house and more than half my stuff to move in with him? I’m not even mad about that part- I’m upset with myself for considering it. I’ve been in Evan’s position before, first gay relationship, lovesick, you think it’s gonna last forever. And I’ve been the first for guys before too. Like I told Evan last night, I know how it ends. And I guess I’d rather break my own heart than wait around for Evan to do it.”

“If you’ve been so sure all this time that it could never work, why did it take until now for you to call things off?” Hen questioned.

“I think from the start I knew I was playing with fire. After the last guy I was a first for, I told myself I wasn’t going to do it anymore. Then I met Evan, and he was just so magnetic, I couldn’t stay away even if I wanted to. I couldn't say no to him. I think I always knew my heart would get broken, and I guess I was okay with that all this time, until last night when I realized I love him, and I knew I had to cut myself off before I reached a point of no return.” Tommy explained. “I mean, I’m a fucking a mess right now and I was the one who called it off. I don’t know if I would’ve been able to survive him ending it.”

“Did you really just figure out last night that you love him?” Hen asked.

“I guess I sorta loved him from the start but last night was different, Hen. I’m in love with him, like well and truly love him, in a way I’ve never felt before, about anyone.” Tears filled Tommy’s eyes. “And I’m just his first. And as badly as I want it, I know I don’t get to be his last.”

“What makes you so sure you can’t be his last?” Hen wondered.

“Because I’m not the forever guy." Tommy shrugged slightly as a tear finally escaped and slid down his cheek. "At best I’m the close-to-but-never-quite-enough guy."

#bucktommy #tevan #fix it fic #tommy kinard #evan buckley #hen wilson #s8e6 fix it #wip

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wroteclassicaly · 1 year ago

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Pick You Up At 7

(Gator Tillman x Plus size!Female Reader)

Summary: When your date goes bad, Gator reacts in unexpected ways.

Warnings: Language, implied smut/smut, low self-esteem, body dysmorphia, food insecurity, fat phobia, fat shaming, Gator and reader roast one another, have nicknames, mentions periods, Gator being a tad misogynistic, anxiety, and depression.

Word count: 2,913

Pairings: Gator Tillman x Plus size!Female Reader

A/N: This one isn’t for the faint of heart, folks! It’s straight up self-indulgent, it’s intense. So… yeah. Read the warnings and read at your own risk! Wanted to provide a little release/comfort for myself, and I’m proud of this one!

You knew they were laughing as soon as you got into the office the next morning. Not so subtle hushed whispers and baiting for remarks that you’d normally snap back with. But you keep your head down, lunch forgotten in the car. You’d never let someone tell you what he had last night, not usually, but you’re sure that it’s what you expect from the guy you hate yourself for really wanting - will do, that’s got you worked up the most.

No, that’s a lie. It’s an added situation, but what happened on your date last night, you’ve never felt so disgusted or panicked.

The men continue to talk before they go back to paperwork and shit talking, leaving you to shed your winter attire carelessly by your rolling desk chair. You sit down as if it’ll break, pulling your long gray buttoned down cardigan over your form. It’s not what you usually wear, either. Proud to show off your figure, knowing the guys here aren’t into your extra pounds, it never bothered you that much to put your cleavage on display while working in the police station as their only secretary. If they have any inkling towards you, then it’s ‘do me a favor’ or ‘get a beer for me, maybe join the rest of the boys as we hit on every other female but you’ kinda thing.

The air in the place changes before the sound of his thick leader combats approaches your desk. You keep your head down and plead, pretending to organize old files that are ready for the shredder.

Please don’t. Please don’t come over here. Please. Please.

“Hey, twerp.” He leans over the counter, vape in one hand, his newly freed arm propped across his other.

You raise a brow as your simple acknowledgement, trying to hold your breath as his cedarwood cologne and mint hair gel soak into your nostrils when he bends down to sort through the little decorative holographic candy dish you keep. Annoyingly, seconds later he’s whining. “Where’s the goods at? The fuck? Shit’s practically empty.”

Go away.

You manage to speak, cringing at how cracked your voice is, dangling over the precipice of breaking down. Here. In front of everyone. In front of him.

“I’m working right now. Go to the Dollar Tree if you want candy so fuckin’ bad.” You don’t even address him with a nickname or his last name. And it unnerves him. With a shove of your small crystal bowl, you watch the leftover mints slosh onto the counter and over your papers, and only then your reaction is what he wants. He needs you to look at him.

He’s smirking and chewing on the filter of his vape, blowing a smoke cloud into the air and making you grit your teeth. That clock in the distance sounds louder, cheaper. And Gator Tillman takes your distracted gaze and creeps around and starts looking at your desk. It’s your space here, regardless. And up until now, he used to know that too. You sigh, asking him what he’s doing,

“Where’s your purse, kid? You must be hiding it all in there. You on the rag, that it? Would explain why you’re being a bitch and the stuff isn’t here.”

“Gator…”

He kicks your coat aside, but pauses his searching when you say his name. Like a damned addiction he can’t yet admit to

“Calm your granny panties down. Where is it at?”

“It’s not here.” You’re losing control of yourself. He keeps pushing.

“Why? You know nobody gives a shit if you bring your red tide plugs in here. Can’t have you bleedin’ all over shit. It’s mighty unprofessional, you know?”

“Take your shriveled little ballsack elsewhere, I’m bored with you.” He’s grateful you’re engaging, hands sliding over his cargo pockets and patting.

“Or —“

Your heart rate accelerates, knowing exactly where this is going. It’s why he originally came to your desk, you’re not stupid.

“ — You didn’t get laid last night. Would also explain this crap.”

“Stop it.” It's pathetic, a weak demand, even to your ears, but it’s all you got, that anxiety clawing your esophagus and winding up around your lungs like a cobweb, squeezing like a vice.

“I told you he was a loser, darlin’. You never listen. So what happened?”

“I asked you to quit.”

“And I asked you what happened. What? He’s too much of a pussy to put it in when there’s a little blood? Did it make him queasy —“

You’re out of your chair and facing him, hands on his leather jacket. And he’s down in your chair, the wheels moving so fast that he flies back and hits the filing cabinet, scattering things everywhere, his legs coming up and then his heels slamming down rather comically. The guys howl in the background, making Gator having to inhale sharply to get it together. You’re walking away from him and down the hall to the restroom where he follows, walking right in behind you and slamming his hand on top of the metal stall door to prevent it from closing.

You try but it’s no use. Your fight is gone, the burn blurs your vision, scorching your throat, making everything hazy.

“You don’t fuckin’ do that to me in front of them, you hear me? You don’t disrespect —“

A sniffle that would’ve been quieter, it echoes in the expanse of the cold, gray walls. You pass him and find yourself clutching the sink, pleading. It’s like you’ve lost all ability to walk, to think, to process how to guard your tightly kept emotions.

And it scares Gator Tillman to death.

“Gator, please just go away?”

His boots creak and squish on the floor as he pivots and finds a space beside you, folding knuckles resting beside your hand, nearly touching, a warmth that threatens you both within its encasement.

“Is this about your outfit? The baggy sweater thing? You know the guys all stare at your big tits when you wear those other tops, right?”

You’d laugh, even be prideful, but you don’t believe a damned thing right now. Because in spite of what he says, you know Gator has a soft spot in his heart that isn’t touched by his namesake’s cruelty. You shake your head and watch him take the vape out, your eyes glistening with tears when you take in his form. He blows a line of smoke and damn near chokes when he sees the actual tears drip down your cheeks.

“Can I have a hit of that?” It’s a bold move. In part because you always roast him for it, and two, because his mouth has just been on it and he’ll get to taste you. You’ll be tasting each other.

He hands it to you, fingers brushing yours. He wants nothing more than to touch you, and he has to fight himself where he stands, feeling an electricity at the nape of his neck that shocks his flesh full of goosebumps, as you wrap your lips around the mouthpiece and puff a few times, coughing. He smiles softly, in spite of the situation.

You, you’re trying to mull over how you can taste his minty saliva beneath the nasty ass acidic fruit cloud that’s misting over your lungs. “Jesus Christ, what flavor is that?”

Taking it back, he’s all too eager to sample you, clicking his lips together and pocketing the vape. “Think it’s banana kiwi.”

There’s a comfortable beat before you both remember why you’re here. It dawns on Gator then, and you both know it. There’s this dark look that pools in the mossy oak of his gaze, drowning out all rationality. His voice cracks sharp, a tone that you’ve never heard before. “Did he hurt you? What happened last night?”

“Just drop it, okay?” You find your voice again, but Gator is already seeing red, a tunnel vision of fire and brimstone with your date from the night prior.

You aren’t ready for it, not in the slightest. Your skin prickles to life, body drenched in elation, relief, and struggling to catch up with your racing heartbeat. His pointer and middle fingers find your chin in the gentlest press, tilting. “Kiddo…”

“Doesn’t matter what he did.”

“You know it fuckin’ does.” Gator’s thumb twitches as it catches a teardrop. It tracks across your jaw and back.

You’re a little angry now, finally snapping at him like an animal that’s cornered. “Fine. You wanna know what he did, Mr. Prom King?” Gator winces at how you use his former title, clearly not impressed. You didn’t run in the same circles and he knows where this is going.

“Twerp, c’mon —“

“Just shut your mouth and listen for once, since you want to know so badly.” Your hands leave the speckled counter and you step away, swiping at your damp eyes. “He took me to dinner and waited until the waiter came to take our orders, to tell them that he wasn’t paying for mine. And you know, I just thought he was a douche. But I guess he had the smarts to wait until the waiter left again before he told me that what I ordered wasn’t appropriate, so he didn’t feel comfortable paying for it.”

Gator, still a little confused, speechless, questions, “Well, what did you get?”

“Steak and fries.” You want to scream at what Gator is not seeing.

“But most people like that kinda shit? I eat that every weekend —“

You blow out a breath that causes you to choke on a small whimper. This causes Gator to change his tune. “Wait…”

“He thought I should have the side salad for ‘someone my size.’ And after dinner was over, he made it a point to inform me that no one would go out with someone dressed in a dress that tight. How embarrassing it is.”

Gator is positively seething now, teeth clenching. And the fact that you wore this for the dickbag and he wasn’t all over you?

“I pointed out that at least half a dozen women in the restaurant were wearing more revealing outfits, that it’s not up to him or anyone else to judge. And he couldn’t wait to cut me off to let me know that he didn’t care about that. He cared about…” Your voice breaks and you laugh in wet disbelief.

“He cared about what?” Gator’s tone is at toxic levels now, nearing a whisper.

There’s no way to hide how you're openly sobbing now, snotting, lower lip quivering. “He cared about girls like me thinking guys like him wanna see someone who weighs this much, wearing something like that.”

“He needs his ass strung up on a barn door and used as target practice —“

“Don’t act like you give a shit, Tillman. I’ve seen the posters in your room, the girls you flirt with at the bars, the ones you talked to in school. Don’t be a fucking marauder with me.”

“How do you know? You didn’t even know me in highschool!” He’s offended and it pisses you off. Another fib. In this small town everyone knows everyone, or at least hears of them - that is a given.

“Oh, I knew you. I knew your crowd. And you all made it abundantly clear I was to stay out of the way. You’re just like all of the other assholes around here when it comes to how you treat women, nothing changes. Weight defines everything, even when it shouldn’t, no matter what body type a person has. It always does to people.”

“Then why the fuck did he ask you out if he was going to act like a bitch?” Gator goes straight for it with a sigh of confusion.

You laugh this time, a sound that levels Gator with diabolical unease. “He was bored and wanted someone to get him off, so he thought I’d be an easy enough, sure thing. Entitled fucking prick.”

It’s a somber silence after, your dying sniffles ceasing as you swipe your nose and attempt to collect yourself, stomach hollow and nauseated. You can’t stay here anymore, not after this. You manage to look at Gator and step with one hand on the bathroom door. “I’m going back to work. If you can not tell the other guys, I’d appreciate it.”

And as Gator is left alone in the cool, dim light bathroom, he’s already formulating an idea, going straight out the back entrance and into his squad car.

The next hour went by quicker than you thought, giving you time to push away all thoughts of your confrontation and reveals with Gator. You’ve given him more ammo to tease you with, but you’re also wondering why he’s not here? You’re in the midst of stacking new department funding files when you hear it. Your date’s voice.

“I didn’t do nothin’! You know I didn’t!”

And another, one that has your mouth going dry.

“Get your ass movin’, pencil dick.”

Your jaw is close to dropping, becoming unhinged seconds later as Gator rounds the corner in his gear, your date’s collar clutched in his fist, the vape in the other, and a very noticeable split across your date’s lip, complete with a bloodied nose. Gator stops short in front of the desk, shoving your date into its edge. He’s panting heavily, raising a brow at you, Gator amused from behind.

“Hey, twerp.” Gator grins like the Cheshire Cat. “Got a booking for ya to process!”

“I… what?” You come up with.

“You gonna tell her what you did, shitbird?”

“What’s going on?” You and Gator are going back and forth, your former date nearly ignored. This is not a coincidence. And you’re practically glued to your chair at the notion that Gator went after him in your honor.

Does this mean…?

“Caught this fucker side swiping candy at the damned Dollar Tree. What kind of prick does that when it’s a dollar?”

“I was not!” Your date is shouting.

The Dollar Tree? Wait…

You feel as if you’ve been hit with a pillow and swallowed the feathers, enjoying their light tickles that scratch at your throat. You want to laugh. By golly, you almost do. Gator whistles for another officer that takes your date down the hall. Seconds later he’s leaning on bended elbows, jacket crunching, his voice a whispered hum for you to hear, and you alone.

“Didn’t wanna forget this.” He unravels his arms and slides one into his pocket, his massive palm full of the candy you both like. He lets it spill into your dish, waiting a few beats before speaking again. “All good now.” With a snatching of his favorite piece of chocolate, he knocks his knuckles on your countertop.

“Get him processed in, yeah?”

You nod dumbly, watching him walk away. He turns around and waves with one finger, however, before he meets the other policeman and your ex-date.

“By the way, be ready at seven. I’m gonna pick you up and we’ll get supper.” He elgonates a leather clad arm, fingertips drumming on the doorway. His voice is raspy when he focuses back on you, eyes dark in a completely different way. “Wear that dress too.”

Your legs tighten together and you pinch at your cardigan, fanning yourself.

“You get your ass movin’ down that hallway, short stack!” Gator finishes, turning to you one last time and flashing a cheeky little wink.

Gator did indeed pick you up in his truck. Seven on the dot. He wore nice dark jeans and a crisp white button up, loosened to let a silver chain peek out, nestled amongst the thick chest hair, his leather jacket over him, hair slicked back, and his watch and normal boots. You wore that tight dress with a little unease, and slightly heeled boots over your sheer black tights, a few rings adorning your hands. When Gator walked you to your side of the car after walking you out of your house, you weren’t regretting anything about the purchase of the form fitting dress any longer.

When you got to dinner, Gator waited as you ordered, encouraging you to get the steak and fries that he knew you wanted. And after drinks, you shared the biggest piece of chocolate cake in the joint. Conversation flowed easy, felt good. Your old date wasn’t mentioned, but you both knew. Gator had taken you back to his place (per your request), where he’d laid you down in his bed and held your legs open until you were begging him to fuck you. And that he did.

His hand splayed atop yours, your dress around your waist, he’d taken you from behind, plaster escaping his paneled wall as a result. When that had ended, he’d stripped you free of everything, and walked you to his mirror, chin on your shoulder, fingers in your cunt. Showing you what he liked about your body, but telling you that it doesn’t matter what anyone but you thinks. And if anyone thinks differently, he’d put them all away. Impractical, but enough to cause you to cream his thick digits and soak his floor.

The next day, you’d worn your most low cut top with pride, settling at your desk to another empty candy dish. When you look up, Gator is smiling in your direction, that damned vape in one hand, candy wrapper in the other.

We all need someone to help us feel good about ourselves sometimes.

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This Will Be Our Year - A Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley Fanfic

CW: suggestive, mentions sex (not descriptive)

Chapter 10 | Chapter List

Chapter 11: Clear the Air

September 18, 2024

Rhea sat on the deck in her backyard, watching her dogs run around. She had thrown some tennis balls for them every now and then. Her phone rang and she felt nervous. It was Jey on FaceTime for their big chat. It wasn’t a big deal really. But she was worried about saying the wrong thing. What if it turned out they weren’t actually compatible?

“Hi,” Rhea said, smiling.

“Damn girl,” he said, smiling. “Got the sun shining down on you.”

She giggled. “Shut up.”

“You look good,” he said.

“Thanks,” Rhea said, glancing away from the phone.

“Alright, back to the agenda,” Jey said.

Jey had actually sent an agenda yesterday:

Communication style - how do you deal with conflict?

Expectations - rules of this relationship

Let’s talk about sex - likes, dislikes, hard no’s

He said it was to give them time to seriously think it over. And Rhea had.

“How I deal with conflict is by talking about it right away,” Jey said. “I don’t like going away angry or sad when we can work through it now. What about you?”

Rhea chuckled. “I prefer space depending on the conflict. If I’m really mad or upset, I need time to process. Otherwise I’ll just scream and it still won’t be resolved.”

Jey nodded. “Is a day good? Or do you need longer?”

Rhea shrugged. “Depends. Most of the time, a day is good.”

“Noted.”

“I also have anxiety so sometimes I’m just in my head. That just affects my general communication sometimes,” Rhea said.

“Okay,” Jey said. “Is there a way you would like me to handle that?”

“Umm just keep being patient, I guess,” Rhea said. She touched her cheek, thinking about the other night. How he called her out for being in her head, gently stroking her cheek. “Thanks for being patient with me.”

“No problem. I can do that,” he said, smiling. “Anything else on your mind for communication?”

“I don’t think so,” she said.

“Cool,” he said. “Ready for expectations?

Rhea shifted in her seat, crossing her legs. “Yeah.”

“How 'bout you go first?” He asked.

“Oh I…I think it’s okay if we see other people,” Rhea said.

Rhea had decided this begrudgingly yesterday. She felt her roller coaster of emotions were too much for Jey. That he should keep his options open. Even though the thought of Jey with another woman turned her stomach.

Jey’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything. Rhea pulled at the hem of her shirt.

“I mean it’s so early, you know? We’re still trying to figure this all out. And just when I feel ready to move on, something happens with Dom.”

“I don’t want us to see other people,” he said. “I’m selfish. I want you all to myself.”

Rhea blushed, looking out to her yard at her dogs. They were resting in the grass.

“Part of the reason I think we should be exclusive is because of your feelings for Dom,” Jey said. “It’s a lot. Figuring out what you feel for him…and what you feel for me. I’m not asking for any other sort of commitment right now. I just want you to have the space to explore without any distractions.”

“But what if you meet someone while I’m sorting through all my emotions?” she asked.

“I don’t want anyone else,” he said.

“But—,” Rhea started, but Jey was shaking his head.

“I only want you,” Jey said.

Rhea looked away from him. She didn’t want to believe him. Memories of Dom promising forever, making plans for after SummerSlam came to the surface. She stood up and called Barry and Bella. They followed her inside. She settled back down on the couch, wiping her watery eyes.

“I know that might be hard for you to accept right now,” Jey said. “But it’s true. And if it makes you uncomfortable for us to be exclusive, we don’t have to be.”

Rhea looked anywhere but her phone. She felt flattered and nervous and scared. Too many things at once.

“Rhea,” Jey said. She looked at her phone, at him. “Do you want to stop? We can talk about this stuff another day.”

Rhea laughed half-heartedly. “But we were about to get to the fun part…”

Jey gave her a half-smile. “How about you call me back when you’re ready?”

“What if that’s not today?”

“That’s fine too.”

A few moments of silence passed.

“I’ll call you back,” Rhea said quietly. A tear fell from her eye.

“Bye Rhea,” he said.

“Bye Jey.”

He looked at her for a moment before hanging up. Rhea sighed. She felt her anger towards Dom building. He had just moved on. Why couldn’t she?

Because you aren’t a lying, cheating bastard, she thought.

Rhea got her journal and started writing. She poured all her emotions on the page: cussing Dom out and craving Jey. Jey felt like a cupcake before cheat day. She didn’t deserve him. But she knew she didn’t just want him because Dom rejected her or because he was interested in her. She genuinely wanted him. And she felt like she was failing at showing him. His patience was starting to feel more like indulgence and he deserved better. But how could she tell him that?

Maybe you’re being too hard on yourself, a thought popped up. Rhea froze. Maybe you should let him love you and then you’ll find a way to show him you love him too.

Okay, maybe not love. Rhea felt silly, reasoning with herself. But let him care for you and you can show him you care for him.

After Rhea ate dinner, she called Jey back.

“Hey,” Jey answered. His hair was wet and he was shirtless. “I just got out the shower.”

“I see,” Rhea said, letting her eyes wander.

Jey smirked. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to continue our conversation from earlier, but I can call you back…”

“Naw, we can. I just won’t be on screen the whole time.”

Rhea bit her lip, keeping her thoughts to herself. Jey laughed.

“I know you probably want me to be on screen, but I’m keeping it PG.”

“Until we talk about sex,” Rhea said.

“Yeah, we will definitely not be keeping it PG then,” he said, winking at her. He put his phone down and she could see his ceiling.

“So where were we?” Jey asked.

“Umm, to be exclusive or not,” Rhea said.

“And have you made a decision?”

“Can I be honest?” Rhea asked.

“Always.”

“I didn’t want us to be exclusive because I didn’t want you to miss out on someone better for you.”

“Someone better for me?” Jey repeated.

“Yeah. One minute I’m fine, the next I’m dealing with old feelings. You deserve someone…healed.”

He picked up the phone. His hair was a mess, half towel-dried.

“Rhea, I want all versions of you. I’m not afraid because you’re going through something. I’ve only ever wanted to be there for you. But I get how it can be a lot.”

“I only want you,” Rhea said quietly, glancing away from her phone. “I only want these feelings I have for you.”

“You’re human, Rhea. You’re allowed to feel more than one thing at a time,” he said.

Rhea looked at him, slowly accepting what he said. “We can be…exclusive. No titles.”

“No titles,” Jey agreed. “Just dating.”

Rhea nodded. Jey smiled. “I’m gonna put my phone down again, but I’m listening.”

“Okay.”

“Any other expectations you have?” he asked.

“Umm, probably just make sure we hear from each other at least once a day. Text or call,” Rhea said.

“Yeah, I like that.”

“I think that’s it.”

“Ready for the fun part?” Jey asked.

Rhea laughed, shifting in her seat. “Sure.”

Jey picked up his phone. His hair was a little more manageable. He had on a white tank top. He laid back on his bed.

“So let’s talk about sex,” he said. “Tell me what you like.”

Rhea wished she was still looking at his ceiling. He had a slight smirk on his face. He was trying to play it cool. She glanced away as she talked, the room getting hotter as she talked about letting go and being dominated and her favorite positions. Jey was cool listening, but he stuttered when it was his turn to share. Rhea crossed her legs, listening intently. She made several mental notes.

“Why didn’t we have this conversation in person again?” Rhea asked.

“Because we wouldn’t have finished it,” Jey said, half a smile on his face.

Rhea nodded. “We definitely wouldn’t have.”

They watched each other. Rhea was definitely thinking about the fact that they were only 15 minutes apart. Why wait any longer? Rip the bandaid off.

“I’m gonna get something to eat,” he said, sitting up.

Rhea grinned, biting her tongue. “Okay.”

Jey smirked. “Nasty. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Me? Nasty? I’m an angel,” Rhea said, winking.

“Okay, ‘demon in your dreams.’ Bye.”

Rhea laughed. “Bye Jey.”

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