#Please I’m so normal about it I promise

[slapmeshigaraki]

♡ can't get my mind off of possessive!xavier who gets off on seeing you get jealous too

"See, there was no reason to be pouting all night, hm?” You couldn’t help but write against the grip of the man behind you, his rough hand grabbing your face, forcing your eyes to meet his over your shoulder. He almost looked possessed, his normally sweet gaze was different now...soft blue eyes darkened as he looked at you, ravenous.

“Admit it—you were jealous. All that attitude the whole ride home, giving me the silent treatment—fuck—just because I was talking to another girl. You say I’m possessive, but I think you might be worse than me, princess.” He was almost growling into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as his chest pushed you forward, forcing your tits against the sliding glass door that led out to the balcony. The heat from your sensitive nipples and your warm flesh causing the glass to fog up as he pressed you into it. The dim moonlight illuminated his face, eyes staring into your soul as he thrusted himself into you relentlessly. It was as if you were in a trance, mouth hanging open, panties down around your ankles, as Xavier forced himself in and out of your hole at a pace that made you clench around him just right. It was perfect—at least until that oh-so perfect pace was disrupted, the once full feeling suddenly gone as your face was jerked lightly from side to side.

“Unh uh, you don't get to play braindead slut this time. Pay attention—tell me what I wanna hear or I’ll stop.” You were whining now, your body quivering from the unexpected lack of stimulation.

“I was jealous.” You whispered, that same pout you’d worn all night was back on your face again, bottom lip poking out in shame at the confession, wide eyes looking up at the man that was towering over you. Both of your bodies were slick with sweat, chests rising and falling erratically amidst the tension, lips barely an inch apart. You wanted to taste him so bade, to feel the warmth of his tongue sliding in and out of your mouth as he grinded into you—just the though was making your clit ache between your thighs.

“Aw, you were?” Now he was the one to whine, a similar frown painting his face—mocking you. The sinister look in his eyes made even more wetness pool between your legs as he slowly slid himself back inside you, just the tip.

“Its not as fun when you’re not the one making me jealous, huh? Doesn’t feel good to see something that belongs to you with someone else, does it?” he said, reveling in the way you shook under his touch as he slid his fingers across your skin, slowly but surely making his way to that needy little spot hidden between your legs

“N-no…”

“No? But you always tell me it’s silly to be jealous, right? That I’m overreacting. Is that not what you’re doing right now?” His fingers lightly rubbed against your clit, your juices coating his skin as he spread your lips open, being careful not to push you back onto his cock any further.

“In fact, it’s not just silly for you to be jealous. It’s stupid. You are all I think about. I-” another inch slid inside of you, a soft gasp escaping both of your mouths, “Fuck—I dream about your face, your voice, your body—the way this fucking cunt sucks on the tip of my cock just right. We fit together so perfectly…for you to think that I could ever want someone else is just dumb, right?” With that, his hips slammed fully into you, pulling a scream out of your mouth as your eyes rolled back into your head, the nasty words making your cheeks grow hot from embarrassment.

“Xavier, oh my god. Pleaseee…please let me cum. I promise I won’t—“ Your words were abruptly cut off by one of his arms snaking around your body, his palm pushing itself against your plush lips, silencing your begging and muffling your whimpers as his other hand kept toying with your pussy, his fingers petting your just right like he'd done so many times before.

“Shut up. You’re dumb, remember? If you don’t have anything smart to say, then I don’t want to hear you at all.” His muscled arms held you up, keeping your knees from buckling beneath you as he quickened his pace. The most disgusting sounds filled the room, your hole squelching and squealing with every move Xavier made inside of you. His thick cock was forcing the sweetest cries out of your aching cunt, much to his amusement—a small smile creeping across his lips.

“You may be stupid, but this pussy is fucking brilliant. Listen to how nicely she to talks to me, none of that attitude I get from your filthy mouth, huh?” He pressed his palm further against your mouth, silencing your silly little whines and babblings almost entirely, “Shhhh… let me hear her, princess. Be good for me, yeah?.” You tried your best not to have to bite Xavier’s hand just to quieten yourself completely, but he could barely hear your moans any longer anyway—the sounds of his heavy breathing, your ass clapping against him, your little pussy sobbing out for relief was the only song playing in his head any longer.

“Shiittt she’s milking me so good. I think she likes having an audience. What a nasty girl…” An audience? Your face--he was almost sure that the expression alone was going to have him coming within the next two seconds. He couldn’t help but let out a round of laughter at the sight of your eyes widening at his words, brows furrowing as he continued fucking into you, his cock aching more with every thrust. His hand forcing your face forward back towards the glass. You squinted slightly, eyes adjusting to see a window belonging to the apartment across from yours. It was dimly lit, but there was a familiar figure staring back at you, her face contorted in disbelief.

“Getting all mad at me for talking to our new neighbor who was asking me what flavor muffins she should bring over to introduce herself to my sweet girlfriend… tsk.” Horrified, your new neighbor ran in the opposite direction, shielding her eyes from the lewd view of your nipples squished against the glass, mouth covered, a hand between your legs while Xavier held you hostage in his arms, his face flushed, hair glued to his forehead, both of your bodies sticky with each other’s sweat—how fucking filthy it must’ve been. "Doubt we'll be getting that tray of chocolate chip muffins anytime soon, huh baby?" You tried to turn your face away from the glass for the sudden fear that someone else may end up seeing the two of you, but it was no use, Xavier’s grip on your cheeks was far too tight.

“No no no don’t look away. Don’t you want everyone to know who I come home to every night? Don’t you want to show everyone who my good girl is? My sweet princess taking my cock so well, drooling into my hand—you’re mine. Say it.” Your lips were suddenly freed by his palm, a string of saliva glistened between your mouth and his flesh as he pulled it back. You were sure to respond quick, realizing that if you didn’t use your brief liberation wisely, Xavier had every intention of punishing you for the rest of the night.

“Yours I’m yours. I belong to you—please fuck, you feel so good inside of me. I can’t hold it anymore please let me cum.” A strike of lightning rippled through your body as the tip of his cock finally pushed against your g-spot, once, then it was twice, and then a third time—over and over again without rest until your sweet screams flooded his ears once more. You tried to squirm away, fingers reaching back, desperately trying to pull off of you just a little so you could catch your breath, but he was quick to grab you, forcing your arm behind your back, creating an ever deeper arch in your spine.

“Where you running off to? Do you want to cum or not, I’m confused, princess? You pushing me away—does it not feel good?” His lips were against your ear again, tongue running over the shell, gently biting your flesh just the way you liked as he continued abusing your poor aching hole.

“No no so good—feel so good, can’t cum yet though. Please god please.”

“Poor baby, why can’t you cum yet, sweet girl? Is it not enough? Do I need to rub you faster, hm? Pinch this little clit between my fingers—oh look at that, she’s so swollen against my hand. What's the matter, don't you like when I play with you?” You mind was so clouded, tongue hanging out of your mouth as his lips licked and sucked your skin, teeth nipping your neck, leaving his mark as he forced more of those precious begs out of you. You were close, so painfully close that you were drooling at the thought of finally getting to cum around him, painting his fingers with your sweet juices, clenching around his cock as he stretched you around him—but you knew better.

“Need permission to cum please Xavier can I cum. Please please I promise—mmmh—I promise not to get jealous again. I’m yours.”

“Ohh you promise? Maybe you aren’t that dumb after all, baby. Or maybe you’ll just say anything to get me to let you cum. Is that it? Are you a liar, princess?” His fingers stalled between your legs, hips suddenly not snapping forward into you anymore. It wasn't more than a second later that you'd started begging for him to start up again, your body burning to feel him back inside of you once more. He thought you were so cute like this—so pliable, so desperate for his touch you were willing to say anything just to feel him.

“Nooo not lying not—I wouldn’t lie to you. Please don’t stop.”

“Yeah, you telling the truth? You know dumb girls don’t get to cum. But you’re not dumb anymore, right? You my smart girl, princess?”

“Yes yes I’m telling the truth. Smart, I’m gonna be smart, please I just need—“ Every inch of his length sunk back into you at once, warm fingers unexpectedly gliding over your slippery clit again.

“Good girl, that’s what I wanna hear. Cum for me, go ahead. It’s okay princess, let me feel it, please cum on my cock. I know you can do it, so fucking pretty like this. I need it, come on do a good job for me. ” So you came—squirming and writhing in Xavier’s strong arms as he held you close, whispering soft praises in your ear. Curses and moans left your lips, your arm finally going limp in his grasp, thighs squeezing and clamping down around his hand as his fingers flitted against your clit while you slowly came down.

For some reason though, just as you were catching your breath, muscles finally relaxing after the waves of pleasure dissipated and you felt Xavier’s length sliding out of you—your felt him forcing himself back in, pushing your sloppy walls apart again without any warning. He wasn’t trying to fuck you fast anymore, now he was fucking you hard, stretching you open agonizingly slow before sliding back out and and doing it all over again. The overstimulation caught up to you as you realized…he wasn’t close to being done.

“Xavier wait, I’m too sensitive to—oh my god,” You tried to push yourself away with your free hand, but he only ended up grabbing that one and holding it hostage behind your back as well.

“No no I’m not stopping. C’mon that’s not fair is it? Didn’t anyone ever tell you that you have to take care of your things, hm?” You were screaming now, the sensations overwhelming your body as you cried out his name.

“You’re mine, but I am yours. You have to take care of me too, yeah, baby? Please, let me cum for you too, hm? Don’t you want to make me feel good?” he said, pressing a soft kiss into the crook of your neck.

“Mhm wanna make you cum too.” He knew you meant it, despite the way the tears stung the inner corners of your eyes and your soft tummy tightened and convulsed around him, your body falling limp in his arms. He knew that you wanted him to fill you up, to feel his sticky cum dripping out of you has he pulled out, to have his thick fingers stuffing his babies back inside of you. You were so perfect for him—how could he ever want anyone else?

“Aw, that’s my smart girl.”

♡ a/n: ummmm had this idea sitting in the drafts for quite a bit, but the new banner dropping finally inspired me to finish it !! quite short and not super edited but i hope u enjoy,, happy friday angels xx

[anticipatedexhale]

Can you do the arcane characters with a s/o who is obsessed with their looks and how they’re perceived to others?

Hellooo <3 ofc I can!!

Just a disclaimer u are absolutely gorgeous and wonderful just the way you are! Inside and out! Don't let fake standards and false words put by society get to you please, love yourself just the way u are because although it's the hardest type of love to achieve it's also the most fulfilling<33

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Wish I could be like you, but I’m not that cool.

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♡ ◞ includes: caitlyn, ekko, jayce, jinx, mel, viktor, vi, sevika

☆ ◞ summary: when you care too much it starts to backfire on you, when you think you lost everything they are right beside you.

△ ◞ warnings: gn! reader, tons of bad talk about ones body and self, insecurities that may be triggering you some so please be careful while reading.

Jayce Talis.

Jayce had always been confident—he knew who he was, what he stood for, and never really cared much about what others thought of him. So when he started noticing how much you worried about your looks and how people perceived you, it caught him off guard.

At first, he thought it was just normal self-care. Everyone liked to look good, right? But then he started picking up on the little things.

The way you’d constantly check your reflection in any shiny surface you passed. The way you’d subtly adjust your outfit over and over, as if trying to perfect it. How you’d bite your lip and glance around nervously when someone so much as whispered near you, convinced it was about you.

And when you two were out together? Forget about it. You agonized over every detail—your hair, your posture, your expressions. Always making sure you were just right.

Jayce hated seeing you stress over it.

One evening, you were getting ready for an event, adjusting your outfit for what felt like the fiftieth time, inspecting yourself in the mirror with a deep frown.

"Does this look okay?" you asked for the third time in ten minutes. "Maybe I should change. Do you think people will—"

Jayce sighed and gently grabbed your hands, pulling you away from the mirror.

“Babe,” he said softly, his brows furrowed in concern. “Why does it matter so much what other people think?”

You hesitated, looking down. “I just… I don’t want to embarrass you. Or myself. People talk, Jayce.”

His expression softened. “I don’t give a damn what people say. And you shouldn’t either.”

You sighed, but he wasn’t done. He cupped your face, tilting it up so you had to look at him.

“You’re already perfect,” he murmured. “I don’t care what you’re wearing, how your hair looks, or what people think. They don’t see what I see.”

You swallowed, throat tight. “…And what do you see?”

His lips quirked into a small smile. “Someone incredible. Someone who makes me laugh, who makes me proud every damn day. Someone I’d still be crazy about even if you walked into that party wearing mismatched shoes and a potato sack.”

You let out a startled laugh, rolling your eyes. “A potato sack?”

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Yep. You’d still be the best-looking person in the room.”

You sighed, leaning into his touch. “…You really don’t care?”

“Not one bit,” he promised. “I just want you to be happy. Not stressing over what a bunch of nobodies think.”

His words hit deep. And for the first time in a long time, you actually believed them.

Maybe—just maybe—you didn’t need everyone else’s approval.

Maybe Jayce’s was enough.

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Mel Medarda.

Mel had always been surrounded by high society, where appearances were more than just about beauty—they were about power, influence, and command. She’d been taught from a young age how to control the room with a well-placed smile, a confident stance, and the right attire. But while she had mastered the art of fitting into the expectations of others, she’d never let them control her.

When she first noticed your obsession with your appearance—how you would fret over the smallest detail, constantly worry about what others thought, and always seek validation from the people around you—she didn’t rush to correct you. Instead, she observed, trying to understand why it mattered so much to you.

One evening, you were preparing for another event, this time a gala held by Piltover’s elite. You stood in front of the mirror, your eyes darting between your reflection and the wardrobe full of options, your fingers pulling at your hair, your expression one of deep dissatisfaction.

“Mel,” you said, voice tinged with frustration. “I don’t think I’m ready for this. I’m just not—”

She stepped into the room with the effortless grace she was known for, her gaze soft yet intense as she approached you. “You’re just not what?” she asked, her voice calm but laced with concern.

“I don’t know… I feel like I don’t belong here,” you confessed, your hands wringing together. “I keep thinking about what people will say when they see me. What if they don’t think I’m… enough?”

Mel’s brow furrowed as she gently placed her hands on your shoulders, turning you to face her fully. “Let me ask you something,” she began, her tone serious but tender. “Why do you care so much about what they think?”

You looked down, not quite able to meet her eyes. “Because if I don’t look a certain way, if I’m not perfect, I feel like I won’t matter.”

Mel took a deep breath, stepping closer to you, her hands gently lifting your chin so you had no choice but to look at her. Her gaze softened as she studied you for a moment, her fingers brushing the side of your face.

“Sweetheart,” she began, her voice quiet but steady. “You are already more than enough. I’ve seen you, not just with your looks, but with your heart, your intelligence, your strength.” She smiled softly. “You think people are only judging you based on how you look, but the truth is, they want to see you. They want to know you—the person who carries themselves with such grace and confidence, the one who makes them wonder how they missed such brilliance.”

You felt a lump form in your throat as her words sank in.

“I’ve spent so much of my life trying to fit into others' expectations. To be what people wanted me to be,” Mel continued, her eyes locking with yours, unwavering. “But I realized that I will never be happy that way. And neither will you. So stop letting your worth be defined by others. You have everything you need inside of you already.”

You blinked, the warmth of her words washing over you. “But… I still feel like I’m not enough sometimes.”

Mel gently cupped your face, leaning in until her forehead rested against yours. “Then let me remind you every day how much you mean to me. You’re perfect just as you are.”

You swallowed, a smile tugging at your lips. “I think I’m starting to believe you.”

With a soft chuckle, Mel pulled back slightly. “Good. Now let’s go out there, and when they look at you, let them see the amazing person I see.”

And as she helped you get dressed, there was a quiet understanding between you two. Mel never pressured you to be anyone else, but she also knew how to help you realize that you had more power than you gave yourself credit for.

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Viktor.

Viktor’s perspective on beauty had always been one of deep pragmatism. His entire life had been about improving, evolving, and focusing on the mind’s capacity to achieve, while the world outside often seemed obsessed with superficial qualities. He’d never cared much for what others thought of him or how he looked. But when it came to you, it was different.

He’d noticed, more and more, how often you seemed preoccupied with your appearance. You would spend hours before a mirror, adjusting your clothes or making sure every strand of hair was in place, always worried about what others might think. Sometimes, even after all the effort, there was a quiet dissatisfaction in your expression, and it made him wonder how much you truly believed in yourself.

One evening, after a long day of work, Viktor arrived home to find you sitting on the couch, still in your outfit from earlier. Your gaze was fixed on your phone screen, scrolling through images of other people’s lives, comparing your appearance to theirs. Your posture was tense, your brows furrowed in frustration.

Viktor quietly approached, his voice soft yet steady as he spoke your name. “You’re still awake? What’s going on, love?”

You glanced up, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Just thinking. About how everyone seems to have it all figured out. How they look perfect, and I’m… well, I don’t know.” You trailed off, your gaze dropping back to your phone.

Viktor, noticing the sharp contrast between your usual confident self and the person sitting before him, knelt beside the couch, taking your hand gently in his. His tone was patient, understanding, but there was a certain firmness that made you look up at him.

“Your worth has never been determined by someone else’s perception of you,” he said, his voice quiet but intense. “You’ve spent so much time trying to please others, trying to fit a mold you never asked for. But I need you to understand something, love…”

You looked at him, unsure, waiting for him to continue.

“You are far more than just the sum of your physical appearance or the validation of others,” Viktor continued, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You are a person of substance, of intellect, of heart. And that’s what I fell in love with. Not the way you look, but who you are.”

You swallowed, feeling a lump in your throat. Viktor’s gaze softened as he reached for your hand, gently lifting it to his lips. “And you don’t need to change for anyone. Not for me, not for anyone.”

There was silence between you, broken only by the soft hum of the city outside. His words settled in your chest, easing the tension that had built up over the past few hours.

“I just feel like I’m constantly chasing something I can never achieve,” you admitted quietly. “Trying to be perfect, trying to be what everyone else expects.”

Viktor’s eyes darkened with concern, but he smiled gently. “What if I told you that the most perfect version of yourself is already here? Right now, in this moment? That you are more than enough, as you are?”

His words were simple, but they carried the weight of years of wisdom, of someone who had seen the world through a lens of endless improvement. Slowly, you found yourself leaning into him, feeling the comfort of his embrace and the security of his steady presence.

“I’m still learning, Viktor,” you whispered, your head resting against his chest. “Learning to accept myself.”

“And I’ll be here,” he murmured, his voice warm and unwavering. “Every step of the way. To remind you that you’re perfect, not because of how you look, but because of who you are.”

You closed your eyes, feeling the weight of his words sink deep into your soul. In that moment, with Viktor by your side, you realized that the person you needed to please the most was yourself. And with him, you finally understood that your worth was never tied to anyone’s expectations—but rather, to the person you were, inside and out.

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Caitlyn kiramman.

Caitlyn was never one to place much value on appearances. Sure, she knew the importance of looking presentable, especially in her position, but she also understood that true beauty went beyond what the eye could see. For Caitlyn, what truly mattered were values, intellect, and integrity. But when she noticed you often fretting over your appearance, constantly adjusting your outfit, and seeking validation from others, it tugged at her heart. She could tell you weren’t feeling your best, but didn’t know how to reach you—until one quiet evening.

After a long day at work, Caitlyn came home to find you in front of the mirror once again, changing clothes, adjusting your makeup, and constantly re-evaluating your reflection. She leaned in the doorway for a moment, watching you with a concerned expression.

You didn’t even notice her at first, your mind lost in the whirlwind of doubts that always seemed to surface when you weren’t in her company. “I don’t know, Cait. What if I’m not enough?” you muttered under your breath, pulling at the collar of your shirt as if it could make you feel better. “What if they don’t think I’m… beautiful enough?”

Caitlyn stepped into the room quietly, her voice gentle but firm. “Why do you think that?”

You jumped, not expecting her to be standing so close. “Oh… I didn’t hear you.” You gave a weak smile, clearly still upset.

“Babe, what’s going on? You’ve been like this for a while now,” she said softly, her eyes meeting yours. She stepped closer and reached for your hand, her touch warm and reassuring. “What are you looking for?”

You hesitated, glancing at your reflection before turning to face her. “I just… I feel like people judge me all the time. What if they don’t like how I look? What if I’m too much for them? Or not enough?”

Caitlyn’s expression softened with a mix of empathy and concern. She could feel how deeply you were struggling, and though she didn’t share your worries about appearances, she understood the burden of those feelings. She gently cupped your face in her hands, tilting your chin so your eyes met hers.

“Look at me,” she said, her voice low but confident. “You are enough. Right now, in this moment, you’re more than enough.”

You blinked, her words striking a chord deep inside. “But what if people think I’m…”

She cut you off gently. “You are beautiful, but more than that, you’re incredible. You make a difference. You’re kind, intelligent, and strong. No outfit or hairstyle is going to change that.”

You felt a lump form in your throat as her words began to sink in. “But what if I’m not… what people expect?”

Caitlyn smiled, her hands gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You don’t need to live up to anyone’s expectations but your own. I fell in love with you for who you are, not because of how you look. And I’ve never been more proud of you than I am right now, just by being yourself.”

Her sincerity made your heart swell, and despite your lingering doubts, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. Caitlyn didn’t care about the opinions of others; she cared about you—and that was all that mattered.

“I guess I’ve been so focused on trying to be perfect that I forgot how to just be me,” you admitted softly.

Caitlyn chuckled, her thumbs gently rubbing circles on your cheeks. “And I’ll remind you every day that you don’t need to be perfect for anyone. You’re perfect for me.”

You leaned into her touch, a sense of comfort settling in your chest. “Thank you, Cait. I really needed to hear that.”

She smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Anytime. And just so you know, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, inside and out. You don’t have to change a thing.”

In that moment, you realized that your true beauty didn’t lie in how others saw you, but in how Caitlyn saw you—and how you saw yourself when you let go of the expectations that had once held you back.

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Vi.

Vi had always been more about strength and character than appearances. She had a no-nonsense attitude and didn’t care much for superficial things. Whether in a fight or just hanging out, she preferred to focus on what truly mattered—what was inside a person. So when she noticed you obsessing over how you looked, constantly tweaking your outfit or worrying about how others perceived you, it threw her off. She couldn’t quite understand why you’d feel like you weren’t enough when to her, you were already perfect just as you were.

One evening, after a particularly tough day, Vi returned home to find you sitting on the couch, eyes glued to your phone, flipping through social media. You’d been quiet all evening, and she could tell something was bothering you. As she approached, she noticed you adjusting your outfit for the fourth time, pulling at the hem of your shirt, checking the mirror again.

Vi raised an eyebrow, concern flashing across her face. “You good, babe? You seem a little… distracted.”

You didn’t look up, still preoccupied with your reflection. “I don’t know. I just feel like people always judge me. I mean, look at them, Vi,” you said, showing her your phone screen, where a bunch of influencers and well-dressed people filled the screen. “Why can’t I look like that? I don’t know… I just feel like I’m never enough, no matter what I do.”

Vi looked at the screen for a moment before setting it down gently, stepping closer to you. “Hey, look at me,” she said, her voice a little more serious now. “I don’t get it. You’ve got all this beauty inside and out, and you’re worried about some picture on a screen?”

You gave a little laugh, but it was hollow. “It’s not just a picture, Vi. People always notice what I wear, what I look like. I feel like I’m always trying to fit into something I’m not.”

Vi tilted your chin up, meeting your eyes with that intense, protective gaze of hers. “You don’t need to fit into any mold, babe. You’re not some... trend to follow. You’re you. And trust me, that’s more than enough.”

You looked away, unsure. "But people don't see that. They only care about the surface."

Vi sighed, her expression softening as she sat next to you. She took your hand in hers, her grip strong but comforting. "You know what I see when I look at you? I see a person who's been through a lot, someone who doesn't need to put on a mask to be loved. Someone who's real. And that's what makes you so amazing. I don't give a damn about what anyone else thinks. And I know you don't need to change for anyone."

You let out a breath, trying to hold back the feelings bubbling up inside. Vi, with her blunt honesty and genuine affection, had a way of cutting through the noise, and for the first time in a while, you felt like maybe you weren’t as lost as you thought.

Vi leaned in, resting her forehead against yours. “You know I love you for exactly who you are, right? And if you’re worried about how others see you, then maybe you should let them see the real you. Because that’s who I love. The real you. Not some version of you trying to impress everyone else.”

You could feel her words sinking in, easing the pressure you hadn’t even realized had been building. You felt a sense of calm begin to wash over you as Vi’s embrace tightened, holding you close.

"I know I'm tough and rough around the edges," she whispered, a playful smile tugging at her lips, "but you don’t need to be anything other than what makes you happy. And if that means wearing your favorite old shirt or going makeup-free, I’m still gonna think you’re the best thing in the world."

A small laugh escaped your lips, and you found yourself relaxing into her warmth. “Thanks, Vi. I needed that.”

Vi grinned, kissing the top of your head. “Anytime, babe. Just remember: you’re perfect to me, just the way you are.”

In that moment, surrounded by her love and honesty, you realized that the only opinion that truly mattered was the one that came from within—and with Vi, you were finally starting to believe it.

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Jinx.

Jinx was many things—chaotic, unpredictable, and loud—but when it came to you, she was surprisingly sensitive. Her world had always been in a constant state of madness, but there was something calming about being with you. You were her rock, her one constant in the storm. That’s why it bothered her so much when she noticed you obsessing over how you looked, always fidgeting with your clothes, your hair, or your makeup, constantly worried about how others saw you.

One evening, after a particularly wild day of mayhem (courtesy of Jinx, of course), you sat on the couch, staring at your phone screen. Your brows were furrowed, your thumb scrolling through social media, comparing yourself to others. Jinx had been watching you for a while, and it was starting to get under her skin.

"Hey, you!" she suddenly called out, practically throwing herself onto the couch next to you, her usual enthusiasm filling the room.

You jumped a little, distracted. “Oh, hey, Jinx. What’s up?” You didn’t look up from your phone, still fixated on the images that seemed to be making you feel worse with every swipe.

Jinx tilted her head, studying your face closely. Her blue hair bounced as she moved, and her expression softened just a little. “You’ve been like this for a while now,” she said, a hint of concern lacing her voice. “Why do you keep looking at that stuff?”

You sighed, showing her your phone. “I don’t know. I just feel like I’m always trying to keep up with everyone else, you know? They always look so… perfect. I feel like I don’t measure up.”

Jinx blinked, her usual manic energy quieting for a moment as she processed your words. "What do you mean, perfect?" she asked, her voice almost childlike in its confusion. “Perfect’s boring, though! I mean, sure, it’s fun to be perfectly insane, but... you’re way cooler than perfect! Who needs to be that?”

You looked at her, a little unsure. “I just… I don’t know, Jinx. I feel like I’m always trying to be someone I’m not, trying to look like everyone else. But nothing ever feels good enough.”

Jinx leaned back dramatically, her arms spread wide. “You wanna know something? I don’t think you need to look like anyone else, ever!” she said, her eyes wide and full of her usual chaotic energy. “You’re already amazing the way you are, and I don’t get why you keep looking at that stuff. I mean, look at me—no one can look like me and that’s what makes me awesome! So you just need to be you, okay?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at her randomness, even as a weight still sat heavy in your chest. Jinx smiled brightly, completely oblivious to the way her words were beginning to work their magic. “I know you think you gotta be something you’re not, but I love you just as you are. You’re like… the best thing ever! You don’t need to change anything to impress anyone, especially not me.”

She leaned forward then, her hands clasping yours tightly. Her wild eyes softened as she looked at you with an intensity that was rare for her. “I love you, okay? You—with all the stuff you think isn’t perfect. I don’t need a perfect you. I need you, the one with all the quirks and the weird little things that make you you!”

You blinked, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at her words. Jinx had a way of making things seem so much lighter, her chaotic nature always breaking through the heaviness of your own doubts. Her laugh was like music, and the more she spoke, the more you felt the pressure you had been putting on yourself start to lift.

“Jinx,” you whispered, squeezing her hand. “Thank you. I think I just needed to hear it from you. I’ve been so focused on trying to change, I forgot what made me… me.”

“Exactly!” Jinx exclaimed, throwing her hands up like she had just made the greatest revelation in the world. “Just be you, and if anyone else doesn’t get it, then they’re the ones who are messed up! You’re freaking awesome, and I’m lucky to have you.”

She pulled you into a tight hug, her arms wrapping around you with surprising gentleness. "Don’t ever try to be anything other than you again, okay?" she whispered into your ear. “I think you’re perfect just the way you are.”

You rested your head on her shoulder, feeling a sense of comfort in the chaos that only Jinx could provide. With her by your side, maybe, just maybe, you could start to let go of the expectations that others had placed on you—and just embrace the person you were.

And with that, Jinx’s chaotic energy became the balm you didn’t know you needed, reminding you that in this world of uncertainty, the most important thing was being true to yourself.

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Ekko.

Ekko had always been a little different. The way he saw the world wasn’t about appearances or surface-level stuff—it was about people, their hearts, and their actions. It wasn’t lost on him that you seemed to care a lot about how others perceived you, constantly stressing over what to wear, how to look, or whether you were keeping up with the trends. At first, he didn’t really understand it. Why would you care what other people thought when you were already so incredible in his eyes?

One evening, after working on his latest invention in the workshop, Ekko was looking forward to spending some quiet time with you. He’d been busy with the repairs and inventions for the underground, but when he finally entered the room, he immediately noticed something different about you. You were sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine, occasionally staring at the mirror, then back at the pages. The quiet tension in the air told him something was off.

He walked up to you and gently sat down next to you. "You okay?" he asked, his voice softer than usual. "You seem… distracted."

You looked up, surprised to see him. You hadn’t realized you were being so obvious about your self-doubt. "Oh, I’m fine," you lied, trying to smile. "Just… you know, trying to figure out what to wear tomorrow. Something that’ll make me look good enough for the crowd, y’know?"

Ekko frowned slightly. He could see the uncertainty in your eyes, the way your fingers were nervously flipping through pages. He didn’t need to be a genius to see that something was bothering you.

He leaned back against the couch, giving you a moment to breathe before speaking up again. “What crowd? I thought you were more about being yourself, not some image you’ve got to keep up with.”

You shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. “Yeah, well… sometimes it’s hard. I mean, look at everyone else, Ekko. They’re all perfect—well-dressed, confident, always looking like they’ve got it all figured out. I just… I don’t know. I want to feel good about myself, but it feels like I’m always falling short.”

Ekko let out a small sigh. He had seen you struggle with this before, but hearing it out loud always tugged at his heart. He knew what it was like to feel like you didn’t measure up, especially in a world that made it easy to compare yourself to everyone around you. But to him, you were already more than enough.

"You don’t need to be like anyone else, you know that, right?" Ekko said, his voice calm yet serious. "I get it, everyone around here seems to care about appearances or ‘keeping up with the Joneses,’ but that’s not what makes someone special. You’re already incredible. The real you—not some idealized version of yourself—is what I love."

He took your hand, gently guiding you to face him. "It’s not about looking like someone else. It’s about being you. And when you’re you, that’s when you shine the brightest. You’re unique, and that’s what makes you stand out. Not some perfect look or what other people think."

You felt a lump form in your throat, his words piercing through the insecurities that had been building inside. Ekko was always so patient with you, always grounding you when the chaos of the world started to feel too heavy. His belief in you, in who you were as a person, was unwavering.

"Ekko, I’m just so used to trying to fit in," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "It feels like everyone expects me to be perfect, to look a certain way."

Ekko shook his head, his hand moving to brush your hair behind your ear, his touch gentle and tender. "You don’t need to fit into anyone’s box. You fit into mine, and that’s all that matters. You’ve got something they don’t—your heart, your mind, your creativity. You’ve always had it, and I see it every single day."

He stood up, giving you a playful grin. "You know what’s really cool about you? You can pull off anything—whether it’s a fancy outfit or a worn-out hoodie. You make it look good because it’s you. And honestly, that’s way more impressive than anything I’ve ever seen."

You couldn’t help but laugh, a little of the weight lifting off your shoulders as you finally met his eyes. “You really think that?”

Ekko nodded, his eyes full of sincerity. "More than anything. I’m proud of you, just the way you are. You don’t need anyone’s approval, especially not when you’ve already got mine."

You stood up to face him, feeling the warmth of his words sink in. There was no need to change for the world. You had Ekko, and that was more than enough to make you feel seen and loved.

"I love you, you know that?" you whispered.

Ekko grinned, his eyes lighting up as he pulled you into a hug. "I love you too, more than you’ll ever know."

In his arms, you felt safe—safe to be yourself, flaws and all. Maybe it wasn’t about perfection after all. Maybe it was about finding the people who truly saw you, the real you, and loving you for exactly who you were.

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Sevika.

The quiet buzz of the dimly lit workshop was disrupted by a small, sudden sigh. Sevika paused, her fingers lightly gripping the wrench she was working with as she looked over at you. You were at the far corner of the room, your attention focused on the full-length mirror. Your gaze was distant, eyes scanning every inch of yourself, your expression more tense than usual.

She could see the way your shoulders tensed, the slight frown on your lips, and she knew that look all too well. It was the look of someone caught in the trap of self-doubt, obsessing over things that didn't truly matter. Sevika, who always carried herself with quiet confidence, couldn't help but notice how much you seemed to care about things that didn’t define your worth—things like appearance, status, and the opinions of others.

Without saying a word, Sevika set her tools down and walked toward you, her large frame cutting through the space with the same assured steps she always had. There was something about your current mood that tugged at her, an instinct to take care of you when she saw you struggling.

She came up behind you, leaning her back against the wall and crossing her arms, just watching. There was no rush to intervene. Sevika had learned that sometimes, you needed time to process things on your own before anyone could help.

After a moment, you spoke without turning to face her. "Do you think they’d like me more if I looked different? I mean… everyone seems to have something special about them. What if I’m just… not good enough?"

The words hung in the air, fragile and raw. Sevika stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. "Hey," she said, her hand resting on your shoulder, urging you to meet her eyes. "You’re not ‘just�� anything. And you’re not here to be ‘liked’ by anyone else but yourself."

You swallowed, still unable to fully meet her gaze. "I don’t know, Sevika. I just—sometimes it feels like no matter what I do, I can’t live up to… to what they expect, to what everyone else has. I don’t know how to be comfortable with myself."

Sevika’s eyes softened, her hand gently turning your chin so that you finally faced her. "You don’t need to worry about them. You don’t need to worry about being perfect, because there’s no such thing. No one is perfect—not even the ones who pretend they are."

Her voice was steady, filled with that unwavering confidence that made her so impossible to ignore. "You’re one of the strongest people I know, and that’s not something that comes from looking a certain way. It comes from what you’ve been through, how you keep going despite everything. That’s what I admire about you. Not how you look, but the person you are."

Your breath caught, the frustration in your chest softening with her words. For a moment, you let yourself believe her, feeling the weight of your insecurities ease just a little.

"I think you forget sometimes that people who truly care about you… the ones who matter, don’t give a damn about your looks," Sevika continued, her thumb lightly tracing your cheek, her touch gentle yet powerful. "You think I’m here because you’ve got the perfect image? Nah. I’m here because you’ve got heart. You’ve always had it."

A rare, soft smile tugged at her lips as she leaned in slightly, her voice lowering to a near whisper. "And you think I’d let someone like you get away with being anything less than amazing?"

You chuckled softly, the tension melting away at the sincerity in her words. Sevika’s tough exterior had always been there, but in moments like this, she allowed her softer side to show, especially when it came to you. You could see in her eyes that she didn’t just mean what she was saying—she believed it wholeheartedly.

"Sevika, I—"

She cut you off, her finger lightly tapping your lips. "No more self-doubt. No more comparisons. You’re incredible. Just as you are."

For once, the mirror didn’t seem so important. It wasn’t about how others saw you, but how you saw yourself through her eyes. Sevika may not always say a lot, but in moments like this, her actions spoke volumes. You let yourself lean into her touch, the assurance in her presence becoming your anchor.

She leaned in close, her voice softer now, just for you. "Now, let’s forget about everyone else for a while, yeah? Tonight’s about you, about us. You don’t need to impress anyone but yourself."

And as you let her embrace you, a weight lifted, one you hadn’t even realized you were carrying.

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Authors note: I really do apologize if this isn't to ur liking my darling or it feels repetitive I just really could not come up with different scenarios dear God I was about to crash out..

[zeroseuniverse]

Would you do a part 2 to you never asked? I kinda wanna see how the members meeting Jongho’s girlfriend plays out😂

Ofc Ofc!! my favorite genre is ofc chaos so how could I deny such beautiful request

You Never Asked II

Word count: 589 Summary: “Wooyoung, put the interrogation list away.” “I’M JUST MAKING SURE SHE’S WORTHY.” Pairing: Jongho x fem reader

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Jongho knew his members would be a problem.

He just didn’t expect them to be this much of a problem.

She was supposed to pick him up in ten minutes, and the dorm had already turned into a battleground.

“Wooyoung, put the interrogation list away.”

“I’M JUST MAKING SURE SHE’S WORTHY.”

“She’s dating Jongho—not joining a mafia,” Yeosang deadpanned, unimpressed.

Meanwhile, Seonghwa was frantically tidying up the living room, muttering about how they couldn’t let Jongho’s girlfriend think they lived like “barbarians.” Mingi and Yunho were hyping each other up, promising to play the role of intimidating older brothers (despite knowing full well they couldn’t be scary if they tried). San kept practicing how he was going to greet her, switching between polite and overly dramatic.

And Hongjoong? Hongjoong was just tired.

“Okay,” their leader finally clapped his hands, trying to regain order. “Let’s all just—”

The doorbell rang.

Chaos.

Wooyoung sprinted to the door, only for Jongho to grab him by the hood and yank him back. “Absolutely not.”

With a sigh, Jongho opened the door himself.

And there she was—standing there with a warm smile, looking effortlessly beautiful despite probably having no idea about the madness waiting inside.

“Hey,” she greeted softly.

Jongho felt the tension in his shoulders ease just from the sight of her. “Hey.”

Before he could say anything else, seven heads popped out from behind him.

She blinked.

“…Hi?”

There was a solid five seconds of silence as the boys stared at her like she was some rare artifact. Then—

“OH MY GOD, SHE’S REAL.” Mingi whispered dramatically.

“Nice to meet you!” Yunho grinned, pushing past Jongho to shake her hand. “You’re really pretty. Are you sure you like him?”

Jongho smacked the back of his head.

She just laughed, eyes crinkling in amusement. “I’m sure.”

Wooyoung crossed his arms. “Okay, but why?”

“She’s not answering that,” Jongho cut in, already done with them.

Seonghwa stepped forward next, smiling kindly. “I apologize for their behavior. I’m Seonghwa—it’s nice to meet you.”

“Their oldest behavior,” Yeosang muttered.

Seonghwa shot him a look.

Hongjoong, finally stepping in to restore some sanity, gave her a polite nod. “Welcome to the madness. I’d say we’re usually more normal, but that’d be a lie.”

“I figured,” she teased. “I’ve seen the videos.”

That earned a few chuckles—until San clapped his hands, serious mode activated. “Alright, listen,” he said, pointing at her. “Jongho is our youngest. Our baby. Our rock.”

“Our grumpiest,” Yeosang corrected.

“Our sweetest,” San continued dramatically, ignoring him. “So if you ever—ever—break his heart…”

She raised an eyebrow, waiting for the threat.

San leaned in. “I will cry.”

Jongho groaned.

She laughed again, shaking her head. “Noted. But I don’t plan on breaking his heart.”

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes. “Pinky promise?”

“Wooyoung, I swear to—”

She just smiled, holding out her pinky without hesitation. “Pinky promise.”

The boys gasped.

“She’s so cool,” Mingi whispered.

Jongho exhaled, grabbing her hand. “Okay, we’re leaving before you guys try to adopt her.”

“Bye, Jongho’s girlfriend!” San called out as the two walked toward the door.

“Bye, Jongho’s sane girlfriend,” Wooyoung corrected.

She waved over her shoulder. “Bye, Jongho’s chaotic best friends.”

Jongho pulled her out before they could respond.

As the door closed behind her, he sighed. “I’m so sorry.”

She just grinned, squeezing his hand. “Are you kidding? That was adorable.”

Jongho groaned. “Please don’t encourage them.”

Too late.

Because inside, the seven men were already planning her official initiation into their family.

And Jongho? Jongho was doomed.

[love-byers]

So my understanding of mike and Will is during their rain fight in s3 Mike was basically saying “I grew up and I moved on from you so why can’t you do the same” (please I need you to move on) to which Will responded with “no I don’t want a girlfriend I’m not ready to grow up and and move on from you” and then later on when El said she loved Mike he realized he was lying to himself. He hasn’t moved on he’s just been going through the motions. Trying so desperately to be “normal” that he lost himself (and Will). In that moment he wants desperately to go back to how things were. From the end of s3 to the start of s4 Will and Mike don’t talk but El writes a letter telling Mike how Will is doing and he learns that Will is making a painting for a girl he likes—he’s finally moved on. He did what Mike wanted. So Mike gets to California still thinking he can walk that “normal” path he’s carved for himself. Be a boyfriend to your girlfriend how hard can that be. As if to say “Will’s moved on and I can too, why not I did it before.” But Mike’s acting weirder than normal and it’s more obvious this time. His plan isn’t working anymore and he’s hurting them. Again arriving at the same conclusion that he had at the end of s3—he doesn’t love El (not romantically at least) and he doesn’t want to move on from Will. He can’t move on.

yep that sounds about right

i once saw someone describe the rain fight as mike saying "what's your problem? it's not like you wanted me" and will saying "but i did want you" and it broke my brain. and then in the epilogue mike puts it out there that he actually does still want will, and will affirms that he still wants mike as well.

and it's even more interesting when you consider that the rain fight and rink o mania fight are parallels. it's like they re opened the wound from the rain fight with all their horrible miscommunication. they both think the other has gone back on their agreement that they want each other. that's why it's so messy. mike blames will for their problems that day because if will hadn't gone back on his promise then it wouldn't have triggered mike into going back on his as well (or attempting to). mike is essentially like "you don't have the right to act shitty and make me feel guilty when this is all your fault in the first place" and will is like "well why are you mad over how i'm acting at all when you clearly don't even want me anymore" and mike is like "WTF YES I DO- i mean actually no i don't bc thats gay will whats your problem we're friends..."

messy messy gays they are indeed...

[yangjungwonisms]

Dress- YJW

warnings: NSFW| dirty talk, semi-public sex, choking(only a little), MDNI 18+

You knew as soon as Jungwon stepped through the door today that you were about to have an interesting night. For one, he was in a much better mood than he normally was after work and secondly, he was clingier with you than usual. Not to say he was ever in a bad mood when he came home but today it was different. He hadn’t let you out of his sight once since he got home, immediately wrapping you in his arms for a hug and planting a kiss on your lips. You two stood like that for a while just enjoying being with each other. But every time you tried to walk away to continue with what you were doing he’d just pull you back into him and pout whenever you tried to leave. “Baby no don’t move please. wanna hold you, missed you so much today”. You never could deny him when he started asking so nicely. “Wonie, what has gotten into you today? Is everything okay”? At that he finally released his hold on you and walked into the next room. You followed him just a little confused about what he was doing. “I’m perfect baby, just missed you is all. Hey, I’ve got an idea, let’s go out tonight. We can get all dressed up and go out for drinks and then go have dinner”. You had to admit, the idea did sound nice, it would give you a chance to actually spend time with your boyfriend which is something you hadn’t gotten to do much of recently. “That sounds like a lot of fun baby. But are you sure everything is okay? You seem different today”. He simply turned to you, smiled and winked before answering “I’m fine baby, I promise. Just wanna take my pretty girl out on the town and spoil her”.

You’d never seen Jungwon get ready as fast as he did tonight. He was showered and dressed within 30 minutes leaving you to take your time. Eventually you had to lock him out of your room because he was starting to become a distraction. It had started with him sitting on the bed watching you with what you can only describe as a predatory look in his eyes. Then when you weren’t looking he had come up behind you placing little kisses up and down your neck. “You look so beautiful princess. Can’t believe how lucky I am to have you”. You turn around quickly dodging his embrace “Jungwon baby thank you but I need you to go away. If you want us to actually leave the house you need to let me get ready in peace”. He walked backwards towards the door putting both of his hands up in surrender “sorry baby, I’ll leave you to get ready in peace” and with that he closed the door behind him. You felt a tiny bit bad for kicking him out of your room like that so you thought you’d reward him later for being so good to you.

Once you had finished getting ready, you walk out to the living room to grab your jacket signaling that you were ready to go. Before you could go anywhere Jungwon looked up at you letting out a wolf whistle “damn my baby looks gorgeous for me”. No matter how many times he complimented you it always made you blush. “Thank you baby, dressed up just for you”. Jungwon was really starting to regret his suggestion to go out, not that he didn’t want to take you out and spoil you, he just really wanted to fuck you more. One look at him told you that. “Hm, I'm the luckiest man in the world, baby. We should get going now yeah”?

The entire ride from your place to the bar was one filled with tension, you were both displaying extraordinary amounts of restraint so as not to jump each other's bones in the back of the cab. The bar Jungwon took you to was very fancy and in a great neighborhood. He was able to steal you two a booth tucked away in the corner. Over the course of your time at the bar you two may have been drinking more than was planned originally. You two weren’t drunk by any means but you weren’t exactly sober either. But the thing that always seemed to happen when you two were tipsy was that you both became less aware of your surroundings and more aware of each other. The touches started out innocent, but quickly became lingering. Eventually that meant Jungwon placing a hand on your thigh, inching it up ever so slightly. If you were sober it might’ve been nearly imperceptible but the slow drag of his palm against your skin made you feel like you were on fire. Without the watchful eyes of anyone else he leaned in and started kissing you, pulling back just enough for it to appear innocent from the outside. “Baby, you look so sexy for me. Can hardly control myself right now”. You didn’t want him to either, one word from either of you and he’d have taken you right then and there even if you were in public. You grab his hand slowly inching it in between your thighs but stopping it inches away from the intended destination. He tries to move his hand so he can finally touch you the way he’d been wanting to all night. “Do you wanna know a secret”? He was hoping you’d say you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. “Tell me”. You pull him into you leaning forward just enough to place a delicate bite on his ear lobe “I’m not wearing any panties”. Once you said that, you released your hold on his wrist. With absolutely no hesitation he moved his hand just enough to come in contact with your pussy. He started to touch you albeit with less urgency than he normally would’ve had. “You do this for me baby”? Your only answer was a nod of your head. “Get your things, we’re going”.

Jungwon was eerily silent the entire ride home, you thought maybe there was the slightest chance he was mad at you for doing that, but what you didn’t know was that he was trying to control himself. But it was another story once he got out of the cab, he was perfectly fine waiting until you had gotten up to your apartment but then when you moved to step out of the cab he saw the briefest flash of your bare pussy and he lost all semblance of control. When you had entered the lobby of your apartment building he did a quick glance around to make sure no one was out there before he dragged you into the stare well. You had no time to protest before he had you pushed up against the wall. “Fuck baby, you’re so dirty leaving the house without any panties on”. Before you could wrap your mind around what was happening Jungwon snuck his hand up your dress wasting no time finding your clit and rubbing it. He’s quick to throw his hand over your mouth, silencing any moans that were threatening to slip out. He’s quick to grab your leg and hitch it up before he starts fucking two fingers into you. “So wet for me baby, was this what you had in mind when you chose not to wear any panties tonight”? All you were physically able to do was nod your head. He’d kept the pace of his fingers slow and steady, you surmised it was to work you up further. Just as he’s finally started to pick the pace up he’s quick to pull his hand out of your dress at the sound of someone walking down the stairs.

Before you two could get caught he pulled you out of the stare well and back into the lobby. You knew one look at you two would show how flushed you were and how hard Jungwon was in his pants. The wait for the elevator was torturous, Jungwon was all but flush against your back trying to hide the hard on he was sporting. You two were lucky enough to get an empty elevator. As soon as the doors close Jungwon is back on you once again, trapping you in the corner of the elevator and kissing you like a man starved. You knew your time in the elevator was coming to an end so you snuck your hand in between the two of you and palmed him over his pants. The way his hips immediately start rocking into your hand leaves you both dizzy. If you had the time you would’ve gotten on your knees and given him the best head of his life right there for everyone to see. Instead what you do is pop open the button on his pants and push them down just enough to pull his cock out. You can tell he’s taken aback by the sudden movement. He tries to stop your movements but you’re too quick, taking him in your hand. Your movements are quick and slightly impatient setting a punishing pace for him. “Fuck baby, we can’t do this here, anyone could see”. He was such a hypocrite, having had no issue fingering you in the stare well where anyone could’ve seen you two at any moment. “Hm but do you really want me to stop”? His hips had started to grind forward creating more friction for him. “No please don’t”. That’s what you thought. Taking a page out of his book you speed up your movements and start whispering into his ear, which is a move he always made on you. “Baby, you have no idea how much I need you to fuck me right now”. As he goes to speak the elevator stops, Jungwon is quick to tuck himself into his pants pulling you in front of him to hide what had been going on. He does this in just enough time before someone steps into the elevator. The air is awkward between you two, you could tell by his body language Jungwon was irritated.

You’d no sooner walked into your apartment before Jungwon had you pushed up against it bringing his hand up to wrap ever so slightly around your neck. “Did you think that was funny baby? Answer me”. You should’ve known you wouldn’t get away with your stunt back in the elevator. “Just wanted to make you feel good baby”. He doesn’t buy it for one second, scoffing while tightening the grip on your neck. “Should make you get on your knees for me baby, but I’m too impatient for that. Need to fuck you now”. He takes his hand off your throat to undo his pants and take his cock back out. He’s too impatient to undress you, opting to push your dress up around your hips. He picks you up, wrapping your legs around him. He’s about to push into you before you grab his hand and move it back to your throat. He’d only ever choked you a couple of times, each at your request but never during sex. He’d never be able to put into words how much he liked when you asked him to choke you. He pushes into you, bottoming out in one swift motion. He’d normally wait for you to adjust to him but the way your pussy is sucking him in he can’t find it in himself to care. His pace is so fast that you can’t catch your breath. But it’s also so good that you don’t care about anything else but the way his cock feels inside of you. “Am I fucking you good baby”? You were shocked he even needed to ask you that, especially with the way you were moaning for him. “You- fuck- you always fuck me good baby. Can’t get enough of your cock”. You aren’t sure how he still has the energy to fuck you against the door when he’s pistoning into you how he is. “Always so good at taking my cock baby. Been waiting to fuck you all night”. You’re all but screaming his name at this point, overwhelmed by everything, by the drag of his cock inside of you and how good he smells up close. You’re overwhelmed by the way he’s looking at you and with the sweat starting to drip off of his hair. In short, you’re overwhelmed by him. “Fuck Jungwon, I’m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum baby”. His hips falter at that, a telltale sign he himself is about to finish. “Gonna cum too baby. Where do you want me”?

You’re so far gone that when you babble out your answer to him you miss his reaction. “Cum inside me please, it’s okay”. You two had never had sex raw before, even though you were on the pill it just never got brought up. “Princess wants me to cum inside her huh? Fuck- you’re gonna take what I give you then”. With a few more sloppy thrusts Jungwon buries his face into your neck letting out the most sinful moans before cumming inside of you. As soon as he pulls out of you, he all but collapses on the floor pulling you with him. You two lay there for a few minutes trying to catch your breath. Jungwon is content in that moment, but he knows that he’s nowhere near done with you tonight. “What got into you tonight Wonie”? He himself isn’t even sure, he just knows when he saw you once he got home from work that he needed to fuck you good and hard. “You got into me baby. Don’t tell me you didn’t like it. I felt how wet you were at the bar”. He had you there. You were just as insatiable as he was. But before you could go to answer he’s flipped you around so he’s laying on top of you. He leaves kisses down your neck slowly moving his way down your body. “Hmm baby, I’m sorry we didn’t get to dinner tonight. But I’m going to have to insist we skip straight to dessert”. With that, your night was about to get a lot more fun.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Can I have max of 🗻 please? Excited to see where this is going!

hell yeah! Here's 1k:

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Eddie texts, telling him to let him know if he needs Eddie to bring him anything. 

He won’t hear back for a while. 

Before Chim drives Eddie and Chris home later, Maddie approaches Eddie. 

“Are you worried about this?” She asks quietly, so Chris can’t hear. 

“About the baby?” Eddie asks, equally as hushed. 

She nods. 

“Not the baby,” Eddie says. “Everything else about this situation? Yeah.”

Maddie nods. She squeezes Eddie’s shoulder. 

“I’m really glad he has you.”

🗻

The call comes five or six minutes after Eddie and Chris walk through the front door. 

“Buck?” Eddie answers. “How’s it going over there?”

“He’s… He’s born. He’s been born.” 

Buk sounds like he’s crying. And not exactly in the proud new father way. 

“Did you make it in time?” Eddie asks. 

“No,” Buck sniffs. “Because he was born two days ago.” 

Eddie goes cold.

“What?” He asks.

“He was born two days ago. She only thought to tell me today.” 

It sort of feels like time stops. Eddie feels sick. He feels completely sick. Why would she do that? That’s horrible. There has to be a reason why she did it. 

“My son has been alive for two days, and I…” Buck sounds like he’s on the ledge. Like he’s about to completely lose it. “I didn’t… I’m his father.” 

“Were there complications?” Eddie asks. “Like, was she capable of-”

“Completely normal,” Buck says. “She’s going to be discharged tomorrow morning.” 

“Oh my god,” Eddie exhales. “Did she say why she-”

“She said she forgot. Got mad at me for…” 

“For what?” Eddie demands. “What could she possibly be mad at you for?”

“I said she should have texted me sooner, a-and s-she said she just had a-a baby, and I wouldn’t know what that’s like, and I was being selfish, so…”

“No,” Eddie snaps. “No, Buck. No way.” 

“Is… I don’t… I mean I’ve never, so how do I know?” 

“Buck, that’s bullshit. She’s had forty-eight hours and who knows how long she was laboring before then?”

“Right. R-right.”

“Baby, this isn't your fault,” Eddie says. “None of this is your fucking fault.”

“What if he… What if he thinks I don’t care or-or I don’t love him enough?” Buck asks. 

They both know he’s not just talking about right now. He’s talking about all of it. His whole life. Because this is just the beginning.

“He’ll know,” Eddie promises. “We’ll make sure he knows.”

He can hear Buck crying now.

Eddie thinks of the lawyer’s contact information. He thinks about it really hard.

“Did you see him?” Eddie asks. “You’ve met him now?”

“Yeah,” Buck says. “I have. I-I held him.” 

“And?” Eddie asks. “How is he?”

Buck lets out a little anguished sound. 

“He’s perfect, Eddie. He’s so perfect. His eyes, my god. You wouldn’t believe his eyes.”

Eddie grins. “I can’t wait to meet him. Do you… Do you want me to come?”

“No, um… I’m leaving. She wanted to rest… To be alone.” 

Fuck. Told him to come. Told him to leave. Made sure he had, what? Less than two hours? Fuck this whole situation.

“I’m sorry, Buck.”

“You want to hear the craziest part?” Buck asks.

No. He wants there not to be a craziest part. 

“Tell me.”

“She gave him my last name.”

“What?”

“I-I don’t know what to think, Eddie,” Buck says. “She does all this. She keeps me away from him, but then she gives him my name.” 

“What is his name?” Eddie asks. “You didn’t mention.”

“Arthur,” Buck answers, tone flat.

“Uh… You don’t like it?” Eddie asks. 

“Arthur Buckley sounds like my grandfather, not my son,” he cries. 

Well, okay. Yeah. That’s sort of true. 

“Hey, speaking as someone born to a grandpa name myself, it’ll be okay. We’ll find him a nickname,” Eddie promises. 

The name is the least of anyone’s problems right now. 

“What do I do, Eddie?” Buck asks. He sounds so small and helpless. Eddie wants to stomp on buildings like a large monster to get vengeance for him.

“Come home,” Eddie says. “And we’ll come up with a plan, okay? We’ll figure it out.”

Buck inhales. “Okay. Thank you.” 

“Just come home. It’ll all work out.”

And Eddie means that. He is not going to let this be Buck’s story. 

v.  

They disagree about how to handle it. Or maybe they don’t. Maybe they agree, but Buck is scared. Scared of making things worse than they already are. 

“Do we really want to bring lawyers into it?” Buck asks. “Now? He’s three days old. He can’t even spend time away from her yet.”

“Right, but maybe the two of you could come to a mediated agreement for when he can,” Eddie says. “One that’s legally enforceable.”

“Eddie, I don’t know.” 

“When are you seeing him again?” Eddie challenges.

Buck grimaces.

It’s a low blow. Eddie knows that. But he doesn’t know how else to get this through to him.

“Because if the answer to that is, I don’t know,” Eddie continues. “Then something needs to change.”

Buck rubs his eyes. He’s tearing up again. He’s been nothing but tears today. Eddie wants to be gentle with him. To be soft. To be the encouraging steady presence he’s been this whole time. But he can’t. Not today. Not after what happened yesterday. 

“Think about it,” Eddie pleads. “For Arthur. He’s going to need you.”

Another sort of low blow, honestly. Eddie knows that. 

“Okay,” Buck promises. “I’ll think about it.”

vi.  

He doesn’t end up needing to think about it. Or so he says. Eddie still thinks he does. But Buck thinks the issue is fixed. Because the next day - Arthur’s fourth day on this planet - Jaylin texts him. She texts him and she asks if he’d like to come see Arthur. To which Buck, of course, agrees. 

“She just asked if I could stop for diapers on the way over,” Buck explains. “Uh, diapers and wipes. Least I could do, I guess.”

[lemonynuggets]

Gonna spend today and tomorrow reading the osnf book I’m so excited (<- holding a sign saying “talk to me about ordem paranormal”)

[artyfartyperson]

I FINALLY FINISHED MY KEYCHAIN THINGY MABOB

I’m genuinely so happy with how these came out it only took me half a year

I also made stickers because I’m just so smart and cool like that

[casscainsshoelace]

Cass being called Small/Little Bat is something that can be so personal

Bonus - Cass being bad at story-telling:

But good at putting men into comas!

[schrodingersjigsaw]

^^ me everytime i think about what happens to Kutner :D

[ozzyeelz]

i finally bucked up and made a tf2 and idk how they'd react to each other but would you be cool with me drawing him with shifter at some point? 👀

OMG OF COURSE!!! I love fanart and I’d love to see who your little guy is!! :3

[orngejunkie]

every time i see him i rip my hair out from the roots, claw my skin off my bones, then kiss him on the mouth

[phantomram-b00]

So I know I’ve dip my toast or made some post about this theory, I know most have talk about it. But since I’m back, I do want to finally out in more of a cohesive thought surrounding the theory, that you may love, you may hate, it might spook you maybe, let talk about The Coffee Theory.

Look I’m pretty sure we’ve all heard about this theory more so than the kiss itself. But just incase if newer fans of this show stumble about this. Look no forwards as I’ll explain it, basically the Coffee Theory is the theory that surprisingly MatPat haven’t got his hands on where it theorized that Metatron miracle-d/spiked/drugged Aziraphale’s coffee to make the process of taking him to heaven a lot smoother as well as manipulate him further more. Evidence about this theory goes between the almond syrup being small to then metatron saying “hefty amount” as he give it to aziraphale, aziraphale mannerism during that scene to metatron’s shift to being a war hungry voice of god to a simply “innocent” voice of god. I’ll go more in depth with this but this is basically what it is.

Now before if you scroll down to my haunted page, I’ve always stated that I was bipartisan or neutral about this topic. Most because I wanted time to consumed my overall thoughts but also was a bit afraid I might be alone for not liking it. But then seeing most sides and as well as seeing I wasn’t alone at all. But before anything let me make one thing transparent, if you believe in this theory, that’s okay, more power to you and you’re valid. If you don’t like it, you’re also valid. Regardless of what I’ve said, you still valid, that the beauty about discussion everyone have different opinions or theory. so without further or do, let get into this.

Does the coffee theory work?

Let me go in depth of the evidence before I give my overall thought in this question. So let break it down as I do realize just having a paragraph block after block probably doesn’t work so let me just go by number after number.

1. The Almond Syrup

So, this is the defining characteristic when talking about the theory; it was also emphasized within the show about the almond syrup in the last episode. As when Metatron is ordering the coffee, he asked for a small amount of almond syrup. What does raise eyebrows is when metatron then give him the coffee and said “hefty” amount vs the small amount he asked. Which okay to give it the benefit of the doubt, that does raise Red Flags. As in why would Metatron ask for small and then lie to Aziraphale about the amount of better yet, why give him a specific amount of the syrup at all? Because he could’ve just told him that the coffee just had Almond syrup rather than saying the specific amount. And given that he is the voice of God, I don’t think he would ever forget something as simple as that.

Now granted, it could be that the UK does have a different measurement scale than the US/other places. And look, I’m not British nor European. Plus they weren’t specific on how much pump was specifically used. I can say as from my experience from working at a coffee-fast food place, seeing how it seemingly a medium cup, the average would be three pumps with the small being two and the large being four pumps. I’m not sure if UK has the same or different syrup pumps, I’m not going to pretend like I know, so maybe it could very well be hefty for them or small for them. I mean if to give a more leeway, metatron could’ve very well have put more inside the coffee than how it was originally intended. But why? Especially since it seem weird that he never asked Aziraphale what he wanted in his coffee to begin with (remember this. This will be important). Especially since for three pumps, you can very well taste it unless you REALLY wanna get the full taste of it than taste the coffee. (Now look. I fucking hate Coffee, I’m more of a Hot Chocolate person than anything so I could be very wrong but I have tasted it tho). So this is where people think he most likely miracle or put something more in the coffee, spiking it if you will, and now Aziraphale may be naive but he’s not stupid he would most likely notice the coffee isn’t right, he’s an angel after all, he would most likely sense it. So that could make sense for the syrup to mask the taste of it, sound like it could very well be a good cover.

Now another key point as well is that Almond have a religious implication in it. which does hold more weight. Now from what I’ve look, it symbolism is “watchfulness”. In Jeremiah 1:11-12, God/Metatron (either or) asked Jeramiah what he see? He responded with, “Branch of an Almond tree” to which God/Metatron replied with “You have seen correctly, for I am watching to see that my word is fulfilled”. Yeah look biblical symbolism does not make a lick of sense, and I went to two religious school.

“Phantom why bring this up?”

Well, because it might give the syrup a more symbolic effect of the coffee. I mean, if we’re talking about angel and demon, so Gaiman could’ve very well had a symbolic reasoning let alone a religious symbolism. Especially since, with this context, metatron could be using almond as a tactic to remind Aziraphale He’s an Angel and Must fall back in line in an indirect way. Or even to remind Aziraphale, “God is always watchful, so you must come back “home” now as we must do the ineffable plan”. Now this might not be spiking it as it more or less is a threat tactic. Which is true, so the symbolism can be used as a threat against Aziraphale. I mean why else would he make a point to mention Aziraphale and Crowley’s relationship, maybe to say “whatever you have must come to the end, she is watching you.” Or more dangerously “I am watching you”. Granted if this does seem going too deep, I don’t blame you, I mean religion let alone the Bible does wild, I mean we’ve seen the Job episode which I swear if that not how all Bible story sound like in the nutshell I don’t know what is because even Job, his wife and his kids was confused af. But I do think this doesn’t seem far off, especially with how this show does have many symbolism. Not all religious based but if this does have symbolic significance, it not so far off.

But at the same time, what make this fall flat is that, even if he covered it, Aziraphale would’ve still sensed that Metatron put a miracle inside the coffee. Especially as he drinks it. And also he doesn’t seem to drink it a lot at least from what we’ve saw, so the miracle wouldn’t have fall through and he would’ve notice it. Like especially since it is implied that Aziraphale does go to the shop way back in episode one of season 2, hence why he know his name “Mr. Fell” so, I think he’d immediately got suspicious seeing that it wasn’t like how Nina normally make her coffee. But also, I feel Nina was already suspicious with Metatron so i think Metatron would’ve played more smarter if trying to not be a walking red flag than he already is. So I think the almond syrup is just convenient and is to make the coffee sweater for Aziraphale especially since he doesn’t even know what he drinks. Is this a stronger point for the theory, I’ll admit it, yes it does, however this point does have gaping holes. Especially since Aziraphale while he does have his moment where he made poor choices (cough cough Season 1 before the fire). But Aziraphale is more clever: he figured out the location of the Antichrist, figure out what "chose your face wisely" was indicating, find clues about Gabriel being in Edinburgh, and so much more. he not one to be fool THAT easily regardless of his final decision at the end of season 2.

2. Aziraphale’s mannerism after the coffee

So, many people pick up on his mannerism after said coffee. Some saying when he’s talking to Crowley during that scene he sounds not like himself. Giddy even about going back to the one place that not only tried to kill him but what negatively impacted him both emotionally and possibly mentally. Most mention the smile Aziraphale gives during the end credits scene. This does link up to the potential of Metatron spiking the coffee to mind control him either temporarily or even permanently as he going to be working as an Supreme Archangel after Gabriel got his happily ever after with Beelzebub. Which might’ve explain why he emphasis how Heaven is the good guys and say how Hell (while unintentionally calling Crowley) the bad guys despite that in 1941 episode they established they both the shades of grey as well as they stop armageddon. Why would Aziraphale still uphold this belief even after saving the world with Crowley? It seemingly does imply that this is out of character for him after all that have happen. So I’ll give it this credit.

However, I’m going to say this, this also fall flat. Why? Because Aziraphale main reason of being giddy, was because he is granted something that he see might fixed heaven’s broke system. While yes, in the beginning he was derailing the conversation by saying “well what about everything here?”, but at the same token, Aziraphale still look at the positive, because one thing about him is that he is an optimistic person to a fault. He can be skeptical or have doubts but he still will focus on the good vs everything that is negative. Not only this, but got the green lit that he can appoint Crowley there. So that both of them combine will fix Heaven from the broken system that was built since The Beginning Of Time.

But like Crowley said “it would be just as dead as if hell ended things on earth”, aziraphale in this situation is not looking at things in an overall bigger picture. He not understanding that Heaven is just as toxic as Hell is. I mean minus the fact they almost died execution style because they wanted the save earth, they fear mongers a lot with Aziraphale. I mean not to bring up Job episode as I felt we’ve all talk about everything in great details, but he did have a breakdown where he let a part of his mask fall as he was scared he will fall just for not “letting Crowley kill the kids”. Also who know if they always mention the book of life. So I don’t doubt Aziraphale saw this one positive opportunity and take it and not understanding fully what is happening. That’s why during that very scene his mask is slipping and even more so after the kiss. He barely had time to even process what is happening (hence why Rob Wilkin describe Aziraphale’s face express as “do it again” and “I am trying to understand what is happening”) because even when metatron goes to collect him; he still is trying to detail by asking about the bookshop and everything. Metatron already have everything figured out, he appointed Muriel, he already place his chess piece and won. Aziraphale realize he made a mistake as he look out at the window he even tries to say so, but can’t.

And then when the second coming is revealed, he takes a look back at Crowley. Mostly to get one last look as Aziraphale knows he won’t come back. Now he has to figure out how to stop this back in Heaven. See, the thing about this is, i do see how people can see the shift; but i see this as a sense that while this is a trap and a threat simultaneously; this was still Aziraphale’s choice to go back to heaven as he want to fix things vs trying to run away with Crowley. (Which I know I said I am proud of Crowley for sticking his ground. I still am. Go speeding demon! However I can’t say Aziraphale’s an asshole for wanting to fix things vs running away. I might go in depth with this). So in a sense, he’s not choosing heaven over Crowley but rather choosing to protect the thing he love and Crowley over his own heart, and especially now he know about this, he now has to figure out how to stop everything from ending on earth. Just on his own.

3. Metatron’s shift from season 1 to 2

Last time we’ve seen Metatron was in episode 4 of season 1. Funny how both metatron only appear once in both seasons. So, I’m not sure if people talked about this; maybe they did, but imma talk about this as this does contribute to both of the evidence. So when we first met him, Aziraphale want to talk things out and see if he can stop it by talking to God, however, Metatron is on board with this project. He want things to end just as much as the other archangel; and want Aziraphale to come back immediately. Here, while he not overtly crass of aggressive, he is very different to his delivery and want him back. And Aziraphale was able to detail him and try to set thing with with Crowley to avoid going back. Sure Azirpahale did accidentally discorporate himself in the process however; he still would rather go back then be apart of the war. Even going as far as possess something, which I’m sorry, that still get me to this day.

And now, Season two, we see Metatron again. And this time, he came baring gifts, aka coffee. Not only that, this time, he have a more gentler approach to Aziraphale. To which Aziraphale saw no qualm. And you know this is relatable as I can be just as naive; not to mention he almost died in 1941 by his nativity. So you know it tracks. But here, we see he not asking to come back into war but to be promoted to Supreme Archangel as a direct parallel to when Beelzebub want to promote Crowley to Duke of Hell. Sure Aziraphale like mention before had qualms with this but Metatron was able to pull some strings. Even going as far as telling Aziraphale he can bring Crowley. And even after everything, he was still while in a hurry was patient with him. Metatron’s display of gentle kindness was what made Aziraphale more likely to accept vs how his tone was back in season 1. I mean he still have it as he gave Crowley the dirtiest look with Crowley’s honestly don’t care after everything and just want to have a nice restaurant date with his partner and finally be able to love each other.

Now, I can say, this one does make sense along with the Almond Syrup as it is interesting with his shift. But but but but but, it fall flat on the technicality that, he still won. He was able to get Aziraphale because Aziraphale himself can’t get out of this even if he tries; sure it was his own choice but he can’t take it back. As mention in the syrup segment, he mention his and Crowley’s relationship, even with his gentle demeanor he was still threatening him to come back. And again, he look at Crowley with the dirtiest look possible, he knew what he was doing when giving him that look. And he was able to get him to the elevator, because he know Aziraphale wouldn’t go by himself especially after the kiss. He was there by his side, for a reason, to make sure he doesn’t run away again. Checkmate if you will for now.

But can it still work?

Okay so even though I gave this the benefit of the doubt and their credit because I do see where people are coming from. No. I don’t think it can still work.

Because as stated, some of the evidence fall flat and have holes. Also, it doesn’t fit Gaiman (and Terry Prackett)’s vision of Good Omens. Sure even though there’s Religious Symbolism with Almonds so that might’ve given the theory more justification and support; however, in terms of writing, this doesn’t nothing. If anything it damage character growth of Aziraphale; now I’ll admit I did give it some hope since I wanted to believe that Aziraphale wasn’t leaving Crowley on his own terms, but after some time and retrospect and during the break; I’m realizing, it truly wouldn’t matter if the coffee was tampered with. Because he still choice this path. He still made that executive decision to leave everything to protect everything he love; even if it mean he won’t be able to see the things he love again. Or in a funny case will have to see Sound of Music-

But also, I feel there a more nuance in depth reason as to why He wanted Aziraphale specifically. Because for all we know, he could’ve very well appointed Michael, Uriel, or any of the other Archangel we’ve seen. So I don’t think he would try to tamper with the coffee to get Aziraphale, there have to be a specific reason why him. I mean why appoint someone that love earth and would most likely refused for the end of the world to happen again. It make no sense at all.

Another thing, the coffee could’ve just been a gift to break down Aziraphale’s guard, I mean most people like gifts and it bring them happiness so him getting Aziraphale’s coffee could be a tactic to show no animosity between them. Even though again, he hesitantly toke the coffee and honestly, I headcanon that he doesn’t like coffee at all. He still toke it and was able to have a peaceful-ish conversation regarding the promotion. Before we jump to one of the most devastating conversation of all time.

So personally, now. I’m no longer neutral, I really don’t like the coffee theory as a whole. I can see the evidence, but that doesn’t matter. But, if you do believe in the theory, tell me all about it, if you agree or disagree with me also tell me about it. Hope you guys like my insane ramble la of this show. Because my gosh, this hyperfixation will be the death of me. But tell me what you guys thing and sure, tell me what other theories you dislike. Now, imma go haunt somewhere else. Have a boo-tastic day.

[jikigo]

you ever just see a post and just

. 😭

.⬅️🫀⬅️

[mangora]

Tom’s actually a wet cat boyfail too he’s just trying his best so no one calls him out on it. Including me he’s doing his best and he is allowed to be wet cat boyfail

[m0e-ru]

if you do want my extra thoughts on godhood early or want the same enrichment as i did please please please read neil gaiman’s the sandman or play the god of war norse reboot duology. with me 💜