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allthingssteddie · 3 days ago

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Steve Harrington ruined his life. according to Eddie If he wasn't so kind to him, he wouldn't be in this mess. If he wasn't so sweet, listening to him ramble on about his problems, he wouldn't have let his guard down. If he wasn't so gentle, letting him stay over at his house after he had nightmares, he wouldn't have felt so safe. And if he wasn't so warm, holding him as he slept, he wouldn't be pregnant with his child now.

Eddie sat down in the back of the stadium in the high school gym, his usual spot, far away from prying eyes. At first, he was okay with keeping his relationship with Steve, the team captain, a secret. Steve wanted to maintain his "king" status, after all.

But now, Eddie felt like Steve's dirty little secret

As the game ended, the guys lingered, patting Steve on the back and congratulating him on a good game. Eddie couldn't wait any longer. "Steve, can I talk to you?" he asked.

Tommy sneered. "What does the freak want with you?" he said, blocking Steve like a guard dog.

Steve pushed Tommy aside. "Shut up Tommy , or I'll kick your ass."

Tommy looked betrayed. "What the hell, Steve?"

Steve rolled his eyes. "Let's go," he said to Eddie, pulling him into a empty hallway.

"What's up, baby?"

"I'm pregnant," Eddie said, his voice flat.

"What?" Steve laughed nervously, as if hoping it was some kind of joke.

"You heard me," Eddie said, his expression stiff.

Steve's laughter died on his lips as he sat down on the ground, a look of utter disbelief etched on his face.

"Are you keeping it?" Steve asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Eddie's eyes flashed with outrage. "Are you seriously asking me that?"

Steve's face fell, and he looked up at Eddie. "I thought you were on the pill, Ed. What happened?"

"I am, I mean I was... I must have missed a day or two. It was an honest mistake, Steve," Eddie said, his voice shaking with emotion.

Steve's face crumpled as he looked away, tears streaming down his cheeks. "This can't be happening," he whispered. "We're not ready for this. We're still in high school."

Eddie felt a pang of sadness as he looked at Steve, seeing the fear and uncertainty etched on his face. He knelt down beside Steve, putting a hand on his shoulder. "We'll figure this out, Together."

Steve's eyes widened in panic. "I can't, Eddie. My dad will kill me. He'll send me away somewhere... and God, what will people think?"

Eddie's face darkened with anger as he stood up, his voice rising . "That's what you really care about, huh? Your reputation? Perfect alpha king Steve?"

Steve's eyes widened in alarm as he jumped up, trying to shush Eddie. "Eddie, please,” he whispered, attempting to hold his hand.

But Eddie was having none of it. He pushed Steve against the wall, his eyes blazing with anger and hurt. Then, he turned and ran away, leaving Steve stunned and alone.

Eddie burst through the front door his trailer, tears streaming down his face. He collapsed onto the couch, burying his face in a pillow.

Wayne, who was sitting in his favorite armchair, immediately got up and rushed to Eddie's side. "Hey, son, what's wrong?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

Eddie sniffled and sat up, wiping his nose on his sleeve. Wayne's expression softened, and he wrapped Eddie in a warm hug.

After a few moments, Wayne pulled back, his eyes flashing with anger. "I'll kill him," he seethed, his fists clenched.

Ready to run out the door, Eddie quickly grabbed Wayne's arm, holding him back. "No, uncle wayne, don't. Just leave it alone, okay?"

Months went by, and Steve's attempts to reach out to Eddie were met with silence. One day, he saw his chance, but just as he approached, Gareth appeared out of nowhere, blocking Steve's path.

"Hey, Eddie ," Jeff said, appearing at Eddie's side. "Let's get out of here."

As Jeff led Eddie away, Steve caught a whiff of something that made his heart sink the scent of a distressed omega. It was Eddie's scent, and it broke Steve's heart.

"You can't take a hint, Harrington," Gareth sneered, his small omega frame trying to appear intimidating. "Eddie wants nothing to do with you."

Steve held back, not wanting to appear threatening. "Gareth, please...just tell him I'm sorry. Ask him to talk to me."

Gareth's expression was adamant . "It's not happening."

Steve pleaded with Gareth. "Come on, please...just ask him."

Gareth's expression didn't waver, but Steve detected a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "Please, Gareth," Steve whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "I need to talk to him. I need to make things right."

Steve's desperation was evident. In his shaking voice.

Gareth sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. "I'll talk to him, Steve. But I'm not promising anything."

Steve's heart leapt with hope. "Thank you, Gareth. Thank you."

As Gareth turned to leave, Steve called out again. "Gareth?"

He turned back, his eyes questioning.

"Tell him...tell him I love him," Steve said, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I'm sorry. So sorry."

Gareth's expression softened, and he nodded before disappearing into the crowd.

A week went by before Eddie finally called Steve, his voice tight with anger. "Leave my friends out of this, Steve. They don't need to be involved in our mess.

Steve was desperate. "Please, Eddie, just meet me somewhere. We need to talk."

Eddie hesitated, then agreed to meet Steve at the old farmhouse on the outskirts of town. It was a place they used to break into, smoking and laughing together.

As Eddie pulled up to the farmhouse, he felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him. "Why are we here?" he asked Steve, who was waiting for him on the porch.

Steve's face lit up with excitement. "I bought this place," he said, leading Eddie inside.

Eddie's eyes widened in surprise. "How can you even afford it?"

Steve's smile faltered for a moment. "I used my college fund."

Eddie's expression turned disapproving. "Steve, you shouldn't have—"

But Steve interrupted him. "Eddie, please, just look around with me. I promise you'll like it."

Eddie sighed, then nodded. "Well go ahead."

Steve's face lit up again, and he led Eddie deeper into the farmhouse.

The interior was a mess, but Eddie could see that Steve had been trying to fix it up there was a fresh coat of paint on the walls and could see that he cleaned up that trash that piled up everywhere.

As they walked through the rooms, Steve pointed out different features, that he added. Then, they entered a small room that was half painted looking like he ran out. An old crib sat in the center, surrounded by stuffed animals.

Steve's eyes sparkled. "I found this in my attic," he said, running his hand over the crib. "It was mine when I was a baby."

Eddie's heart skipped a beat as Steve showed him the stuffed animals, each one carefully preserved. It warmed his heart

The anger was still there but , but for the first time in weeks, Eddie felt a glimmer of hope.

"It needs a lot more work, I know," Steve said, his eyes scanning the room as if envisioning the possibilities. "But I see something here, Eddie. Something special. A place where we can start over, build something new together."

Steve's words hung in the air, filled with a sense of longing and possibility. Eddie felt his heart stir, his mind racing with the implications of what Steve was proposing.

Eddie wasn't sure what to say. He was still hurt by Steve, and the wounds of their breakup felt raw and tender. He didn't know if he was ready to forgive Steve, or if he even wanted to.

"I don't know, Steve," Eddie said finally, his voice cautious. "I need time to think."

Steve nodded, his eyes filled with a deep sadness. "I understand, Eddie. But please, think about it. I love you, and I'm so sorry for what I did. I'll give you all the time you need."

Steve's voice cracked with emotion, and he took a step back, giving Eddie space. Eddie could see the sincerity in Steve's eyes, and it made his heart ache.

Eddie looked away, trying to process his emotions. He could feel Steve's gaze on him, but he didn't know what to say. He needed time to think, to figure out if he could ever trust Steve again.

"I'll call you," Eddie said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

Steve nodded, his face etched with disappointment. "Okay," he said. "I'll be waiting."

Eddie turned and walked away, leaving Steve standing alone in the old farmhouse. He could feel Steve's eyes on him, watching him go, but he didn't look back.

After a months of silence , Eddie finally called Steve. "Hey," he said, his voice soft.

"Hey," Steve replied, his tone cautious.

They talked for hours, catching up on everything they'd missed. Steve told Eddie about his progress on the farmhouse, and Eddie shared what was going on with him

As they talked, Eddie realized that he still had feelings for Steve. He'd been hurt, but Steve's apology and efforts to make amends had touched his heart.

"I want to see you," Eddie said finally.

Steve's voice lit up. "I'll meet you."

They met at the farmhouse, and Steve took Eddie on a tour of the renovations. Eddie was amazed at the progress Steve had made, and he couldn't help but feel really proud of him.

As they stood in the kitchen, Steve turned to Eddie and took his hand. "I'm so sorry again for what I did," he said, his eyes shining with tears.

Eddie's heart melted at that. "I forgive you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Steve's face lit up, and he pulled Eddie into a tight hug. They stood there for a long time, holding each other, the tension and hurt of the past few months melting away.

As they pulled back, Steve smiled. "I love you," he said.

Eddie's heart skipped a beat. "I love you too," he replied.

And with that, they would raised their little girl and live a long happy life together.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fandom #steddie prompt #king steve #tommy stranger things #steddie dads #alpha steve harrington #steddie omegaverse #omega eddie munson

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rispwr · 3 days ago

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A thin line between love and hate - KNJ - mini

Pairings : knj x fem! Reader

Genre : flufffff, students au, frienemies to lovers,

Contents : alot of bickering, just kissing, love letters, confusion, buzz cut namjoon, academic rival! Namjoon, he is down baddd (in secret).

Synopsis : 100 reasons to leave but 1 reason to stay.

Notes : this is a test post if i should actually continue this story so tell me what you all think!!

“Read this when you get home, Namjoon,” I said, handing him the letter.

“What-” he started, but I quickly cut him off. “I don’t accept any responses that aren’t written in a letter,” I said fast, my heart pounding so loudly I swore he could hear it.

He chuckled, his eyes falling on the envelope, and I immediately regretted the kiss mark I had stamped on it earlier. “To: Namjoon, from: the gorgeous one and only,” he read out loud with an annoying grin. “Are you gonna finally confess your undying love for me, my Miss ‘Gorgeous One and Only’?” he teased.

I rolled my eyes and hit him lightly on the chest. “I-I’ll go home,” I stammered, spinning on my heel to leave, but before I could take another step, he grabbed my arm.

“Wait,” he said, turning me back toward him. His gaze softened as he studied my face like he was trying to figure out what I wasn’t saying. Then, out of nowhere, he pressed the back of his hand to my forehead, then my neck.

“What are you doing?” I squealed, slapping his hand away.

“You’re not the mean Y/N I know. Are you sick or something?” he asked, tilting his head like he was genuinely concerned.

“Good god, Namjoon, I am not mean,” I groaned, flipping my hair dramatically.

“Yes, you are,” he shot back.

“No, I’m not!”

“You called my hair ‘freshly cut grass if you burn it to crisps.’”

I clamped my mouth shut, refusing to argue with him anymore. “Just- just go home, get unready, read the letter, then think about it and write back to me,” I said, rolling my eyes again for good measure.

“And if I don’t write back?” he teased, the corner of his mouth twitching into that smirk I hated and… didn’t hate.

“Then don’t,” I said quickly, spinning around and walking away before he could see how red my face was.

Behind me, I heard him chuckling softly, and I didn’t need to look back to know he was still standing there, watching me.

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The letter

“Dear, namjoon.

I don’t even know how to start this. I’ve written and rewritten this letter a hundred times in my head, but now that it’s finally in front of me, I feel like I can’t find the right words. But maybe that’s the point. Maybe there aren’t any perfect words for this mess of feelings I have for you.

I guess I should start with the truth. this was supposed to be a list of all the reasons why I should leave you alone. A list of all the ways you make me so mad, so frustrated, so impossibly confused that I want to walk away and never look back. I thought if I wrote it all down, I’d finally convince myself to let you go. But the problem is, every reason I came up with to leave you somehow turned into a reason

I couldn’t.

I hate the way you tease me. You’re always making these cutting little comments, smirking like it’s a game to see how far you can push me before I snap. You make me feel small sometimes, and I hate that. But then, when it really matters, you’re so damn gentle. Like that time I twisted my ankle during practice, and you carried me all the way to the nurse’s office without saying a word. You didn’t laugh at me or tease me that time. You just stayed.

I hate how you always say you’d never stick around for someone like me. You said once that the day you stay by my side would be the day you die. But when I got sick last month, you were the first one at my door. You stayed up all night, making sure I had everything I needed. I remember the way your hand brushed against mine when you gave me medicine, and I hated how much that simple touch made me feel safe.

I hate how you act like you don’t care. Like nothing about me matters to you. “I don’t care who likes you,” you said once. But I’ve seen the way your eyes darken when someone flirts with me. I’ve seen you bite back comments when someone gets too close. You don’t care, right? Then why do I catch you watching me like you’re afraid I might slip through your fingers?

I hate how we’re always competing. I hate how every test, every class, every little thing turns into a battle between us. You drive me insane. And then I found out you purposely bombed the math competition last year so I could win. Do you have any idea how furious that made me? How much it made me want to scream at you and then cry? You’re the only person who could make me feel so many things at once.

God, I hate how you always roll your eyes whenever someone brings up the idea of us being together. Like the thought of kissing me is the worst thing that could ever happen to you. But the way you looked at me that night on the rooftop, don’t think I didn’t notice. You looked at me like you were trying to memorize the curve of my lips, like you were imagining what it would feel like to finally cross that line we’ve been toeing for years.

I hate the faces you make when people tease us. You make it so obvious you want everyone to stop talking about it, like the idea of us is something ridiculous. But then there are the moments when you don’t realize I’m watching. Like when we were studying in the library, and you stare at me a little too long before shaking your head and going back to your book. I wonder what you’re thinking in those moments.

Do you remember the picnic you planned last spring? You pretended like it was no big deal, like you were just being “nice.” But you remembered everything. my favorite snacks, my favorite flowers, even that stupid song I said reminded me of summer. You don’t just pay attention, Namjoon. You remember. You care. You say you hate me, but your actions… they say something completely different.

That’s what this all comes down to, isn’t it? Your actions. You can say you hate me a thousand times, but every single thing you do tells me the opposite. You tease me, but you’re the first person to comfort me when I’m upset. You push me away, but you’re always there when I need someone to lean on. You say you don’t care, but you’ve made it impossible for me to believe that.

You make me question everything myself, my feelings, you. I hate how much power you have over me. I hate how you make me feel vulnerable, like my heart is constantly in your hands. But most of all, I hate how much I love you for it.

Namjoon, I could list a hundred reasons why I should walk away from you. A hundred reasons why I should hate you. But there’s one reason I can’t.

You.

Because for all your contradictions and flaws, for all the ways you drive me absolutely insane, you’ve shown me something no one else ever has. what it means to be seen. Truly seen. You see me, and that’s why I stay.

So, yeah, I hate you. But I love you more. And I think maybe I always will.

Love, Y/N”

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The response

Dear, Y/N

I don’t even know where to start. Is this a confession? A declaration? Or just me finally telling the truth? Whatever it is, it feels like I’m submitting an essay to you, and if I know you well enough, you’re probably laughing at the thought. Or rolling your eyes. Either way, here I am.

You really had to go and write that letter, didn’t you? I read it five times before I could even process what you were saying. I’d look at the words, try to let them sink in, and then find myself going back to the beginning because I didn’t trust myself to read it right the first time. And now, here I am, trying to figure out how to say everything I’ve been keeping inside for way too long.

I’m going to be honest. I’ve been so confused. About you. About us. About everything. It feels like my entire existence has been one long argument with myself. I’ve tried so hard to hate you. I’ve tried. But it’s like every time I convince myself that I’ve won the fight, you do something that tears me apart all over again.

The more I’ve tried to hate you, the more I’ve fallen for you. And I hate that. I hate that love and hate are built on such a thin, fragile line, because I’ve been walking that line since the day we met. And the truth is, I’m ready to cross it. I think I crossed it a long time ago.

Do you remember the math competition last year? Of course you do. you brought it up in your letter. You think I tanked it for you because I wanted you to win. But it wasn’t about the win, Y/N. It was about you. You think you’re the only one who notices things? I’ve been paying attention to you since the day we met. The way you light up when you succeed. The way your hands shake when you’re nervous but you try to hide it. The way you care so deeply about everything, even when you act like you don’t.

I saw that fire in you, and I knew that you deserved that win. You deserved everything. Even if it meant giving up my own shot at SNU Because what’s a scholarship to me when I can see you reach for the stars and actually touch them?

I don’t know how to talk to you without fumbling over my words. So I make fun of you instead. I say stupid things like, “I’d never stay by your side” or “kissing you would be a mistake,” because the alternative is saying, “You terrify me.”

You terrify me because you make me want things I’ve never wanted before. You make me want to be better, softer, more vulnerable. And I hate that vulnerability, but I’d give it all to you if you asked.

The truth is, I loved you before we even met. Remember your debate 4 years ago? I saw you before you ever saw me. You were standing at the front of the room, flipping through your notes with this look of determination on your face. You bit your lip when you were focused, and I thought to myself, There she is. There’s the person who’s going to turn my whole world upside down.

And you did. Not in the way I imagined this back and forth, this endless teasing and fighting but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Every insult, every sarcastic comment, every time you rolled your eyes at me it’s all brought me closer to you. Closer to this moment.

Guess i was right. It was a confession for your undying love for me.

I love you, I’ve loved you since watching that debate, since before I even knew what love was supposed to feel like. And I love you even more now. I love you more than I hate how messy this all is. I love you more than I care about making sense of it. I love you more than I could ever put into words, and trust me, I’ve tried.

This is my response to your letter. It’s messy and chaotic, just like us. But it’s real. It’s me. And it’s all for you.

Always, Namjoon

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“Here. Here’s the response to your love letter,” Namjoon said, holding out an envelope in my favorite color: purple.

“Wow-“ I started, but before I could say anything else, he pulled me in and kissed me.

I froze for a second, completely caught off guard, but then I melted into it, my hands instinctively wrapping around his neck. His grip on my waist tightened, like he didn’t want to let go. When he finally pulled away, his eyes locked on mine, and I could feel my face burning.

“That’s my physical response to you,” he teased, his smirk making me feel even more flustered.

“And this is your verbal response?” I asked, glancing down at the letter in my hands, trying to tease him back but failing miserably because I couldn’t stop smiling.

He grinned, watching as I nervously started to open the envelope. “Wait- don’t open it here,” he said, stopping my hand.

I looked at him, confused. “Why not?”

“Let’s go somewhere nicer,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “Our place? Han River?”

My eyes lit up, and a big smile spread across my face as I nodded. “Okay”

Bonus part

“Joonnn! I’m not prepared!” I squealed, half laughing, half dying of embarrassment as Namjoon hovered over me, his lips pressing soft kisses to my neck.

“What are you talking about?” he mumbled between kisses, his voice low and teasing.

“I haven’t shaved, okay? And- and I’m not even wearing nice undies right now… I’m wearing my grandma undies,” I blurted out, my voice dropping into a whisper by the end, mortified.

Namjoon pulled back just slightly, raising an eyebrow at me. “So what? I like nature,” he said, deadpan.

My jaw dropped. “Oh my god, stop- ” I burst into laughter, shoving at his chest. “I won’t be able to look at nature the same way ever again, you crazy man!”

“Crazy? Me? Well i am for you,” he whispered dramatically, his lips moving lower as his hands found my waist. I gasped, half in shock, half trying to wriggle away from his hold.

“Are you insane?” I whisper yelled, my hands tangling in his hair to pull him back up. But he just looked at me with that stupid smirk of his.

“Do you not wanna do it? I can stop, baby,” he said, his voice soft and genuine, but the way he was grinning made it clear he was enjoying my mortification a little too much.

I groaned, hiding my face in my hands before blurting out, “Just- just let me go to the bathroom real quick!”

Before he could say anything else, I scrambled off the bed and bolted to the bathroom like my life depended on it, slamming the door shut behind me.

When I finally came out, after way too long debating if I could ever look him in the eye again, Namjoon was already lying in bed, grinning like an idiot. “What took you so long, Grandma Undies?”

“Namjoon!” I yelled, throwing a pillow at him as he laughed, pulling me into his arms.

In the end, nothing happened. We just ended up cuddling to sleep, his arms wrapped tightly around me while he whispered about how much he loved me. And honestly? That was more than enough.

#rispwr #bts #bts x reader #namjooning #namjoon x you #namjoon fic #namjoon fanfic #namjoon bts #kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #namjoon #rm bts #bts rm

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ros-sauce · 3 days ago

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Ough my god SPEAKING of Mizuki's hyper-cheerful exterior, I was thinking about something recently!! When you compare her to the other Genki Girls of Project Sekai, there's a certain vibe difference between her and say, Emu or Saki. The vibe difference is, of course, that Mizuki is making an active effort to be as palatable as possible. But I noticed something more specific about that, that is, to me, equal parts cute and OW OW OW OW OW OW:

Mizuki totally acts like a kids' show character. Specifically, a Precure leader. (Which makes sense, given that Precure's almost certainly what MiraMagi Definitely Isn't, in the same way that TrickTrick Definitely Isn't TikTok.) Every kids' show protagonist is going to be niceys, obviously, they need to be good influences. But! There are still differences in the brand of niceys that each little kid franchise character embodies. And Mizuki's mask matches the Precure flavor just about perfectly...

What's most significant to me is that she's like, pushy about doing favors for her friends. Refer to her bullying Niigo into Going Out And Doing Stuff Because It's Good For Them. "Helpful to a fault" is a trait that Toei loves to give lead cures. You will have your pink cure who runs around helping everyone with a smile 24/7 (I am looking directly at Heart and Lovely especially), and you will have one of the other characters off to the side sighing something like "There she goes again, wearing herself thin because she is Just Too Nice. She doesn't know when to quit!".

There's also a second brand of "'helpful' is her one negative trait" cure, and that's the one who continually kills The Grumpy One with kindness, while the grumpy one in question thinks "Wow what a weirdo. Why are you so nice." (This time I'm looking directly at Peach, Heart and Lovely again, Miracle, and Star)

In general, she really often chooses to show her emotions in a very simple way, and it totally reminds me of how characters in anime for younger audiences tend to talk. When she's displaying 'really happy', she often takes a tone more akin to "announcing to the viewer" than "normal happy person". There's like, a lot of energy, and a sort of singsong tone, it makes me think of the recaps that tend to happen at the start and ends of Precure (and baby anime in general) episodes. The like, "Hi, I'm Firstname Lastname! I'm in 8th grade and this is my favorite thing! One day, a mysterious power turned me into a Precure, and now I fight bad guys!" thing. When she's displaying 'sad', she becomes a comical degree of mopey, and then bounces right back after a few seconds (refer to the "WAHHHHH MEIKO HATES MEEEEEE :(((((" card lol.) She also loves herself a good Noise No One Makes In Real Life... the breathy "a-haha..." sort of laugh when she's embarrassed, "Kyaa~!" when something cute catches her eye, drawn-out "Eeeehhhhhh?!" when she's shocked.

There's also a little bit of like, "irresponsible, but so cute about it that you can't get mad at her". Like in the Ena5 aftershow, where Ena's like "I'm glad you're here to make MVs again but don't demand a million drawings from me ok?", to which Mizuki is like "It's fiiine you can just pull an all-nighter for me :) can't you :)?". It reminds me of how half the lead cures are either Bad At Their Homework or Forget About It, and then wetly and pathetically and cutely beg the rest of the main cast to help them.

I dunno I just think it's. Extremely Mizuki to select the type of character whose worst flaw is "annoyingly nice and happy" as the basis for how she presents herself. If the person you pretend to be around others is totally perfect, it's weird and offputting (hi Mafuyu), so she has to display some kind of flaw. But being imperfect also opens her up to harassment, so of course she goes for the most hard-to-hate imperfection she can think of as her One Failing. And I also think it's Extremely Mizuki to have so much love in her heart for characters primarily designed to spread messages like "always be kind", "do the right thing" etc etc.

Mizuki is a little dweeb who likes cute low-stakes anime about peace and love on planet earth. And also she is not doing well mentally and all she wants is the peace and love on planet earth that her animes show. God. I love her

#I never thought my baby show connosoueiaour status would be useful but here we are #long post #I wonder if there's any relation to MiraMagi being Definitely Not Precure #and mahou tsukai featuring Miracle and Magical airing irl while she would have been in middle school #probably not but I do wonder

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cleolinda · 21 hours ago

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JANUARY 7: Absolutely flawless second try at the combat tutorial. Maybe I can handle Silent Hill 2 after all!

JANUARY 11: It's a rare snow day in Alabama and I am trying to have a nice relaxing session of whacking monsters with a stick. The struggle sets in immediately.

(Comments directed at my player character are in parentheses.) {Comments directed at the enemy/monster are in brackets and bold.}

I wasn't gonna record again... but this is so bad. I'm stuck. [Laughing:] Not... I can make him walk, it's not that. I'm on a street and I'm like, breaking the windows of my first car, right? And the [monster-detecting] radio's going off—I can hear that thing—slithering? I can hear it. I can hear it—on the ground, just [imitates slithering sound], I—I can hear it. And I've got the stick out—Nails on Stick, right? But it's slithering around behind me. And I can't turn him around fast enough.

I think—I think maybe the mouse is still too sensitive—it's not too sensitive when I use the touchpad. It's too sensitive when I use the external mouse, and I need to get used to that.

[Muttering to self at settings panel:] Customize—no, that's not what I want...

Oh my God, so I've—I had to pause the game, like—he's like mid-swing, and this thing is already kind of—I don't know, bit him in the foot? I can't tell.

[Laughing throughout:] I'm like, panicking! I have to fix this situation! I have to pause and fix this... this whole issue or he's gonna get—he's gonna get killed! What am I gonna do? Oh, I'm panicking, I'm panicking. [Browsing settings panels:] “Display and Graphics.” What's—what am I looking for? Oh, where is it? I don't need “Raytracing”!

Okay, we're calming down, we're calming down—“Graphic Mode”? Okay. Okay, we're gonna calm down? We're gonna calm down.

Okay, I actually paused that time, the audio, rather than make you ride along with my panicking. It— “Look Sensitivity,” it's under “Controls,” not “Display.” Okay. [Laughing throughout:] A fight is like the worst time to have to adjust this, but I'm not gonna be able to do it. Okay, okay.

Um... see, and now I don't know if it's too sensitive, and the only way to know is to un-pause the game, while this thing is slithering around my ankles, and just—just see, just see. Okay.

I already have such a headache. There's like 3 inches of snow on the ground and it's Alabama. This is supposed to be a nice relaxing day of gaming. Oh my God. [Cackling.] That's why I turned on voice memo, because it's just so hysterically awful. [More cackling.] Okay. Okay. All right. All right, so the moment I hit un-pause, shit’s about to pop off. So, um... let's see. Let's go.

[While successfully fighting off a lying figure:] (James, I'm gonna get you out of this. I'm gonna get you out of this. Oh—oh, that was—I'm sorry. Honey, I'm sorry, that was me. Hit it some more. You deserve that. You earned that. Yeah, hit it. Stomp it, you earned that. You absolutely earned that.)

We are now learning the Quick Turn command? He doesn't move; the camera moves [a full 180 degrees], and that's still pretty good.

Okay, so I picked up [recording this] from the barbershop where I ended my last recording? I'm just gonna—we're just gonna live. [I used to walk James into door hinges a lot:] That was the doorknob, I did so good—

Oh. Oh, no. Oh, no. I know this place. There's something in here. Oh no, do I want to be here? I don't—I don't know that I want to be here. This is like—oh, there's something in the back room, I remember this. (Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. Real bad shit’s about to happen to you. I don't know that we're ready for this. Okay. All right, get ready. It’s bad shit.)

We gotta get the Neely’s Bar coin out of the thing. [I struggle to interact with a cash register.] “E” [to interact]. “E”? Hey, what’ve we gotta do? [Sigh.] Okay, gotta get this—come on now. Gimme the coin. Gimme the damn coin. Thank you.

[Sharp inhale.] What was that sound, what was that sound? Turn around, turn around. What are we doing? I hear the thing. [To approaching lying figure:] {C’mere. C’mere, you little asshole, come here.} (Yeah, stomp it. Good man. All right.)

I forget this exact location but it’s where you get the [jukebox] coin out of the cash register. [We’re at one of multiple diners, I forget which one.] And I didn't get caught in here, all right! All right, the jacket's a little bloody? [James’ jacket magically becomes bloody or clean based on his health levels.] That's not terrible. All right. (We're gonna go out this door? Yeah, just swing at it. That's—that's fair.)

I’m so tired. I don't have a mousepad—

(I'm not gonna bump you into that chair. We're gonna do so good. Can we not... why can't we break through that window? That's not you, that's not even me. That's—that's the game being mean.)

—yeah, I'm using a dining room table. [Knocking sounds of mouse on table. Laughing. (I have since acquired a mousepad.) ]

(That was the door frame, honey. I’m—we're all—we're all tired, I'm so sorry.)

Okay, we're gonna go fuck up a car. Here we go. 

#don't worry it's a fun panic #sh2r playthrough #gaming #audio #voice only #long post

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YAY!!

So I'm just gonna start writing and hope it's at least like, half coherent. Also, blatant honesty, I am absolutely just copy pasting some bits and pieces from your works, cuz it is LATE, and I do not have the energy to paraphrase EVERYTHING.

Edit: wow, ok, I got very carried away, whoops. Hope you enjoy anyways?

Edit 2: I actually DO have more where this came from, regarding Ximena Talis, the commune, how Viktor is going to shift his focus, how he's going to "disconnect them" while still keeping them healed, but also about the commune react to the fact that The Herald Has A Child??

Some things for context, might be helpful!

Like I mentioned, it's a fusion of "Not Alone Anymore" and "Pull the Blanket Tight Now"

This is what a newborn (ish) baby harbor seal looks like. I believe this one is only a few days old. Quite possibly one of the cutest creatures to exist on the entire planet. (I have a soft spot for seals.)

Here is information on the name I opted for. I almost went with "Ciela" instead, because it's a Spanish name girl's name meaning "Sky" and I thought "Oh hey, Jayce would totally do that to honor Sky, and Viktor would like it too." But then I realized I'd be calling the selkie baby "seal-a" and that was a BIT too heavy handed. So Ilona instead! It's a Czech name!

It doesn't diverge too heavily up until the point baby is born. I opted for daughter, just because, like... Jayce just feels like a Girl Dad, y'know?

It took me a bit to figure out how to get around Mage Viktor realizing that Jayce is a selkie, but I got there eventually! If a selkie gives birth while in human form, their baby will also be in human form. Their Coat is formed instead upon their First Swim, when their parent takes them into the water for the first time, a thick, glowing swath of bubbles (in lieu of seafoam, if not in the ocean) will form around them and sort of compress into a Coat.

And because of Plot Reasons, Mage Viktor isn't looking during this brief moment. Maybe he's checking other realities, maybe he's overwhelmed and having A Moment with his own Jayce, (or what's left of him) who he never got to have a child with.

OK, WE BEGIN:

Jayce clings onto her, dried tear tracks from the hours of pain and fear being quickly overriden by more as he traces dirty fingers over the moles dotted on her cheeks, making a little hiccupping laugh as her tiny hand wraps all the way around his index finger and grips with all her Itty bitty might.

Gods, she's perfect.

He presses a shaky kiss to her forehead, and begins the long, arduous process of hauling himself to the pool at the edge of the cave. The water is uncomfortable chilly, even for him, and he murmurs frantic apologies as her wails begin anew, distressed at the cold. It's a sorry excuse for a First Swim, and he cannot even join her as he should, but it is all he has to offer, and his mother drilled into him the importance of selkie children touching the water within an hour of birth. Otherwise, their Coats will never form, and they'll be left untethered to the world, permanently adrift within their own minds.

The wave of relief he feels when a cradle of bubbles forms around her in iridescent swirls is almost enough to make him pass out, and he only barely manages to hold onto her.

The shimmering condenses into a glowing pelt, then the light fades away. Instinctively, she curls herself up, and he helps, lifting the edges of the tiny pelt to wrap around her tiny body. A moment later, there's a seal pup wiggling half heartedly in his hands, and he chokes on a laugh. She's so very beautiful, a soft gray with white underbelly, and splattered in black spots. She'll look different when she's older, of course. All pups start a bit like this. But he can't help but think she's the best of them all.

She shifts back easily enough soon after, and though he leaves her Coat with her to lie in (it's so cold, he won't take that away from her) he keeps her swaddled against his chest, pelt and all tucked within the torn and retied remains of his coat and hammer that form a sling. Protecting her from the eyes he sees everywhere.

The eyes. Eyes of those lost, those dead. Those angry, who would seek to tear her from him, just to see him hurt. Reality fluxes, and she remains his tether to it, only emerging from the haze of hallucinations to tend to her.

She's hungry, whining for milk constantly. He's hungry too. He eats as much as he can, grateful that against all odds, the amount of lizards (those damned, disgusting lizards) seems to have somehow increased, despite the loud cries of his infant. Still though, resources his body can spare are precious few, and he knows she isn't getting enough. They'll both starve, at this rate.

It's with a new sense of determination he starts trying to find a way out of this cursed hole. She's two weeks old when he finally manages to claw himself over the top ledge, and he collapses with a ragged grunt. She makes a startled, sleepy noise against his chest, and he chuckles softly, stroking over the sling. "Yeah, darling, we made it. Halfway there, right?" She gurgles, tiny fist freeing itself from the fold and waving under his nose, and he presses a kiss to her knuckles before hauling himself upright to continue onwards. UPwards.

Really, he should have known it was Viktor. It's always Viktor. This lonely, regret-plagued man is Viktor. Not his Viktor, but it matters little to Jayce. He cannot bear to see any iteration of his partner suffer.

And... he might know how to help him. His arms tighten ever so slightly around his daughter, and he lifts his chin.

"Do you still have it? My coat?" He interrupts the older man’s speech.

Viktor eyes the ruined tailcoat Jayce is wearing as a sling, confused.

"Your… coat?"

"The blanket, I mean. The one I gave you when you woke up fused to the Hexcore."

This time, Viktor's eyes light up with understanding and sadness.

"…I do, actually. I have never parted from it."

There is a deep longing in his voice, one that makes Jayce’s heart ache, as he slowly opens up his cloak to reveal what’s underneath.

There it is, his pelt, neatly wrapped in a tunic around Viktor’s body. It has become worn and tattered with time, surely due to the derelict state of this world’s Jayce, but the ribbons and little metal accessories Viktor has added to it show that the garment has been deeply loved and cared for.

This constatation leaves Jayce breathless. Years, maybe decades have passed since this Viktor received his coat, and not only has he kept it, but he is clearly treating it like his most prized possession. He can even sense some reluctance in the mage’s movements, as if he is hesitant to disclose what is obviously a mirror to his soul, even to Jayce himself.

And the blanket he is wearing thrums with Selkie magic still. Just like Jayce’s own.

Which means there might be hope.

“Put it over his shoulders. It might not work, but… it’s worth a try.”

Viktor nods, without asking for any further explanation. The absolute trust he puts in him has Jayce’s heart racing once again.

With trembling fingers, Viktor refastens his cloak, then he calls forth his powers to have the blanket materialize into his hand. Jayce cannot help but watch in awe as he bends the Arcane to his will so easily. Although he knows it is not a desirable outcome, the prospect that his Viktor could master such an intricate art has him weak at the knees.

It is with infinite gentleness that Viktor puts the blanket over his petrified companion. For a second, nothing happens, and Jayce fears to have been mistaken, to have only caused Viktor further distress, but then the stone starts cracking as the transformation takes effect. And just like that, the lifeless statue gives place to a shaking, breathing man.

“Now take it off,” Jayce instructs before his counterpart’s selkie nature can be revealed.

Viktor doesn’t have to be told twice. He follows his advice to the letter, then rushes to hug his revived partner. Jayce’s alter ego lets his corrupted hammer fall to the ground to better welcome him in his arms.

Years of complete immobility have shrunken his muscles down and his body has become emaciated with hunger, leaving him in a pitiful state, but whatever strength he has left, he uses to cling to Viktor. Worrying as his condition might be, Jayce has no doubt he will soon flourish again under Viktor’s care.

They stay intertwined for a long while, both of them sobbing quietly in immeasurable relief, and Jayce knows better than to disturb them.

Then Viktor lifts his eyes towards him again.

“How?”

Jayce smiles and shakes his head, then points toward his counterpart with his chin.

“It’s for him to tell, not me. Do you... Do you want to meet her? Hold her?"

There's a sharp intake of breath, wide eyes darting from his face to the bundle on his chest. His counterpart, too, looks up in startled awe.

Slowly, the Mage nods, and Jayce doesn't hesitate to undo the sling, to transfer her over into the waiting arms before him.

The Mage - Viktor - releases a trembling breath as he carefully glides a thumb over her cheek, silvery tears trickling down his own. His Jayce presses the sides of their beards together, trying to wiggle impossibly closer to get a better look. She whines a little as she wakes, scrunching up her whole face and then blinking up at them with brilliant amber eyes. Viktor husks a laugh. "Hello, beautiful one. What- What is her name, Jayce?"

"...She doesn't have one, yet." He murmurs guiltily. "I... I could not THINK well enough to give her one worthy of her. Would... YOU name her. For me?"

Those startled wide eyes are back again, looking up at him in shock even as silvery tears continue to escape. "Wha-? You want me to-?"

Jayce shrugs. "Who better? You are her father, after all."

Viktor looks back down at her, brow scrunched in that way Jayce had always adored, that meant he was trying to think through every possibility of a problem all at once.

"Ilona... For I have never seen a light in the dark as bright as she," He manages at last, and his Jayce runs a shaking hand over her downy soft hair. "That's lovely, V."

"Hm..." He traces the mole on her forehead, "C-Can I-?"

"Go ahead," Jayce whispers, trusting him fully, and the ache in his chest swells when he brushes a lingering kiss to that spot, laughing quietly when those tiny fingers grasp onto his graying beard. A moment later she slips back into sleep, and Viktor almost reluctantly passes her back over.

"She'll sleep through the teleportarion now, and know no pain from it. I'm sorry that I can't offer you the same, but..." his hand sinks down fully, fingers twining with his Jayce's, squeezing apologetically, "there is no world in which I would choose the Glorious Evolution - in which I'd choose my own pride and ambition - over the two of you. Over... over her. You won't need to resort to violence to convince me, not once I see her."

"Really? You mean that's all it would have taken?" His Jayce teases with a raspy voice, "I just needed to let you knock me up? That's it?"

"Wha- Jayce!" Viktor blurts with a sputtered laugh and both Jayce's managed twin snorts at his horrified amusement.

Jayce nodded once, then nodded again as he strapped her securely back to his torso. "Right. Send me back," he declares, tone ringing with determination as he wraps his arms around the bundle on his chest, "I'll get through to him. We both will, won't we, Ilona?"

Then the world flares with pain and color, and reality breaks. When his senses return, he's in the chamber room of the hexgates, groaning as he hauls himself back to his feet. Fucking FUCK, but that hurts, like every cell in his body turned to firey static.

The first thing he registers is... "Salo? What are you doing here?"

"...One could ask the same question." His voice sounds... distorted, almost, and Jayce grits his teeth as he tries to determine if that affect is a hallucination or not.

"How are you walking?" He demands, arms still wrapped protectively around his chest.

"Who do you think could mend such a broke creature?" Salo replies easily. "Would you want... to speak with him?"

A moment of tense silence passes, and every hair on his neck rises in alarm as Salo's body is- is taken over, somehow.

"Jayce," Viktor's voice rings through Salo, as soothing as it is disturbing, "I feared I wouldn't get the chance to speak with you."

"Viktor?" He breathes, slowly moving forwards, grasp around Ilona loosening ever so slightly.

"I would prefer to converse in person," he starts, raising Salo's hands out between them, "but there is so... so... what is that?" He cuts himself off, staring wide eyed at the bundle against his chest. "Jayce, is that-? Is that a ba-?"

"Stop!" He barks out, talking a couple limping steps backwards, hands shifting to cradle her firmly, to CONCEAL her. "You- I do not want the first time you see our daughter to be through any eyes but your own. I do not want the first time you hear her to be with any other ears. And I demand that the first time you touch her be with your own hands, metal or not, just YOURS!"

Viktor/Salo is still staring with his mouth agape, not having moved a muscle. Jayce breathes heavily. "I... I have to... Fuck!" He snarls, and staggers as another hallucination strikes him, a pained moan slipping out as leg wobbles. "I have to find her milk, I'm- I'm starving, my body won't produce, she's hungry, I have to- I need to make sure she's ok. She's- She's my priority now, Viktor, not you, I need to-"

"We have milk here," Viktor blurts, interrupting him, "There's a couple nursing mothers, I'm sure they'll help. Piltover is- it's dangerous, right now. Please, Jayce, there is a place for you, with me, for-for both of you!"

Jayce couldn't help a weak smirk at the reversal. "Piltover is dangerous, huh? Does that make me scary?"

"A little," Viktor admits in a whisper, "You're scaring me a little. Mostly, I'm scared for you. I don't understand- but you can explain, when you get here? I'll meet you on your way, as soon as I leave Salo, I'll start running. I can run now."

"I need a promise from you first."

"Anything, Jayce."

"Listen to what I say. Believe me. Use your kinda freaky mind powers to see what I saw. Then and only then will I let you hold her."

"Done."

"Then I'll see you soon."

Salo shuddered, and when his eyes rolled back, they too trained onto the bundle. "...Damn, Talis. Get it, I guess."

Jayce snorted inelegantly, and started limping past him towards the exit. "C'mon then. You're my guide, aren't you? I hope so, because I have no idea where I'm going other than 'down.'"

Their pace is slow, but they're still well into Zaun when he hears rapid footsteps coming from ahead of them. Jayce tenses, lips twisting into a snarl as he prepares to defend against whatever is-

"Jayce!!"

Oh.

It's Viktor, a bit of a frazzled mess, and chest rising and falling as he forces his body to regulate to the exertion. His hair is longer, and-

And he's wearing his coat in a manner that's frankly FAR too attractive for his current state of mind. As a matter of fact, he's pretty sure that it's the ONLY thing he's wearing, minus some straps holding it in place. Jayce only barely manages not to collapse to his knees then and there, but he does muster a wobbly smile.

"Hi, Viktor. I missed you."

Viktor has his hands over his mouth as he looks him over and takes in all the little details Salo's eyes didn't know to pick up. "Jayce... You look like you've been dragged backwards through Hell, what's happened?? What, you, baby?? And?? Is that Arcane Scarring??"

He honestly doesn't think he can say he's EVER seen Viktor THIS flustered, and its a bit entertaining. "You're not actually entirely wrong. I'll tell you everything when we've got some more privacy. REAL privacy. Your ears only." He takes another step forward, and Viktor's eyes train down onto the brace that creaks around his crooked leg.

"Is that... your hammer?"

"What's left of it, yes. Vik-"

"Yes?" Viktor almost cuts him off in his urgency to attend his needs, and Jayce firmly resists the urge to laugh.

"I'm- tired. Really really tired. And I haven't had a proper bath in months, nevermind a shower. The sooner we get down to wherever it is we're going, the sooner I can rest. Can we-?"

"Of course, of course, I'm sorry! Here- it'll make it easier to walk," he holds out his staff, which Jayce wraps a roughened hand around shakily, and smiles.

They continue further into the depths of the undercity, which would make him nervous were it not for Viktor's kind of frantic hovering offering a thorough distraction. Normally, it might have annoyed him slightly. But honestly, after all those months with only his own hallucinations and a mysterious swelling bump for company, it's... kind of nice.

He stops in his tracks when the commune comes into view. "Wow," he mutters, and Viktor's worried glance shifts slightly to one of pride.

"There's a forge too! It's useful to have, of course, but well. I mostly made it for you, if you ever joined me."

"Viktor..."

"And a greenhouse! Do you remember that first plant we grew with the hexcore? It thrives down here! And I had a lab made as well, and There's chambers for you already! They're attached to mine- oh! I didn't mean to be presumptuous, I just, I thought- well, if you want ones with some distance, that can be arranged-"

"Vik-"

"There's not a nursery beyond the communal one, I'm afraid. I wasn't... exactly expecting... but no matter! We can design one, however you'd like it!"

"Viktor!"

"Do you like it?" He breathes, and Jayce stares at him, then huffs out a little laugh.

"You've never done things by halves, that's for sure. It's... incredible, Viktor. But first-"

"Oh! Oh yes, of course, thats right, ah, Salo, please show Jayce to his chamber, I'll go grab some things!"

Salo gives him a shallow bow, and Jayce watches as Viktor hurries off, before turning away to follow his guide.

Time passes strangely once he collapses onto the small couch, in an odd, distorted blipping. Vaguely, he registers that his chambers - that Viktor had no guarantee would ever be used - were, frankly, resplendent in comparison to some of the others he'd glimpsed. A large mattress is tucked into a corner, no frame, but it's covered in soft blankets and pillows, and there's a wide desk and chair against another wall, complete with a shelf full of notebooks and tomes. A large, plush rug covers half the floor, and he curls his toes into it curiously, delighting in the soft texture. Plus the couch, which even he can admit is luxurious. Though, even the toughest couch would be achingly soft right now, after months of nothing but stone, so maybe he's biased, but he's hardly complaining about that.

"Sorry I took so long," he hears Viktor murmur, and he lolls his head to look at him as he enters, carrying a small wooden crib under one arm, and holding a bottle in the other. "I had to warm up the milk, I wasn't sure how- one of the nursing mothers stores her extra, I guess she produces a lot. Comes in handy at least. She helped me, and someone else had a spare crib their little one is too big for now-"

"Viktor,"

"Yes?"

"Come sit."

Viktor does, obedient as a dog, wide eyed and eager to please, and Jayce feels a surge of amusement. Who's the puppy now, huh? The reminder of their days before, bantering in the lab, pulls an ache into his chest. He shakes it off as he finally, at last, undoes the sling and settles her into his arms instead, letting the ruined tailcoat fall to the ground with a quiet thump. She's still sleeping, though her fist clenches and unclenches a little as she's moved.

"Oh..." Viktor breathes, eyes trained solely onto her, and Jayce smiles. "Go ahead," he whispers, "She's your daughter too. You can touch her."

Viktor bites down on the inside of his lip, and raises a finger to trace delicately over the moles on her face, unknowingly following the same pattern his post apocalyptic counterpart had. And- "Hello, beautiful one. What- What is her name, Jayce?" -his words, too, uttered in that same whispy reverence.

"Ilona," he tells him, and she scrunches her entire little face in a yawn, blinking her eyes open at last, "her name is Ilona."

A silvery tear coursed a quick track down his cheek, and he pulled his hand back when Jayce readjusted her. "Bottle, please?"

"Oh, yes, right, here! She showed me how to test the temperature, It should be good."

"Dab a little on my wrist then," Jayce requested, one arm still cradling his daughter, "I've seen my mother do it enough times when she used to babysit for extra money."

Viktor did, and Jayce flexed his wrist a little as he gauged it. "That'll do," he took the bottle and held it to her lips. "C'mon, sweetheart, please latch, please- Oh, thank you," he whispers in relief as she tentatively wraps her mouth around it, then starts suckling, "that's good, hm? Sorry darling, I know you've been hungry, I tried my best, but you won't go without anymore, I'll make sure of it." She whines when he takes it away from her, still about half full, and he murmurs apologies as he passes it back to Viktor, shifting her to bounce a little against his shoulder. "Sorry, love, sorry, but we gotta start small, I don't want you to get sick, there, go ahead and burp for me, yeah? Not like this shirt can get more ruined than it already is, that's a good girl."

Out of the corner of his eye, he catches Viktor looking at them with an adoring, dare he say Reverent expression. He's almost impressed that his face doesn't so much as waver when she spits up down his front, beyond reaching down to grab the tattered tail coat and pass it over to be used as a wipe.

Ilona yawns, and then shows off her brilliant gummy smile, and Viktor just melts. "Hi, Ilona," he greets her, sinking down into the couch to be eye level with her. "She's got your eyes, Jayce."

"Oh please, she's you in miniature. Look, the moles, the nose, the shape of her eyes. Even her hair is more your shade of brown, I bet you anything it'll be fluffy like yours too, once it grows out some more." He shifts to address her, nose rubbing against hers gently. "Nine months, nine months you spent inside my womb, and all you inherited was my tan? Outrageous," he declares in good humor, and Viktor shakes with laughter. Jayce let's it go on for an indulgent moment, and then sighs, lowering her gently onto the couch between them, her little Coat plush underneath her. "We have to talk now, Viktor," he says quietly, "and we'll decide what to do from there."

Viktor's smile dropped slowly, and he nodded. "Yes, I... can we start with where you were? You just- vanished, Jayce. Right off the face of Runeterra. No one could find you anywhere, *I* couldn't find you anywhere, no matter how hard I looked. Everyone thought you were dead. You had a funeral!"

"Well. I kinda DID vanish off the face of Runeterra. THIS Runeterra, at least."

"What do you mean."

"I'm sure you've noticed the Arcane anomaly under the hexgates by now?" At Viktor's confirming nod, he continued. "Long story short, I got stuck inside of it. And it took me to a future. A... A really really bad one. It's difficult to explain, but... ah..."

"I can- Look? At your memories? If that's easier."

"Yes, but! But I have a condition."

"Name it."

"As soon as you touch me, you're going to notice the damage to my body. My leg, the Arcane corruption rotting in my wounds, the way... the way I know my mind has fractured from my time there, I can tell it has, and-"

"I can heal all of that! I'll heal you, Jayce, I'll take away your pain-"

"No! No, you will not. That is my condition, Viktor."

"What?"

"Don't heal me. Not even a little bit."

"But- you're in pain, and I can fix it-"

"No, that's final. This will just have to heal the old fashioned way. Do NOTHING but look at my memories. And when you see what I have seen, you'll understand WHY. Am I understood?"

"....."

"I don't like giving ultimatums, Viktor, you know I hate it. But I'm not budging on this, it's agree, or I leave right now, and I take Ilona with me."

"Very well," Viktor finally agreed, albeit reluctantly. "I swear I'll only look."

Jayce smiled a little as he relaxed, and when Viktor's hands raised, he held onto his wrists and pressed them to his cheeks. Their foreheads pressed together, and they fell into his mind.

He's glad now for his foresight in setting down Ilona, because his grip squeezes tightly enough around Viktor's wrists to leave dark bruises, had he been anyone else, as they relive everything.

His arrival into that apocalyptic wasteland, the hollowed remains of the Evolved Ones, the petrified corpses stuck in a permanent state of terror, his fall into the chasm, the sharp, overwhelming pain of his leg being shattered, his descent into madness and his confused paranoia as his belly began to swell with something unknown.

Her birth, his first bit of happiness in months and months, her First Swim, and his climb to the very highest point in Piltover.

Seeing their counterparts in this world gone wrong.

Viktor is breathing raggedly by the end of it, and tears himself away with a sharp gasp, falling off the couch and onto the ground as he shakes with all this new knowledge.

Jayce is panting too, and he knows he's crying. "Do you see now? Do you see why I can't let you continue on the path you're on?" His partner manages a little nod, and then a sob tears from his chest, and he covers his face.

"What have I done? What have I done, Jayce?"

"Nothing we can't fix," he slides a bit clumsily down to the ground with him, and lifts his head between his hands, thumbs wiping away silvered tears. "Partners, right? You don't have to do this alone."

"But I left you alone first-!"

"I forgive you,"

"You should hate me-"

"Well, I don't."

"I caused that apocalypse-"

"So did I."

"Why- Why do you persist? After everything I've done?"

Jayce bumped their foreheads together. "Because I promised you. Because I missed you. Because I don't want our daughter to grow up without you. Because I trust you. Because I know you can do so much good in this world, even without this Glorious Evolution business," he pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips, tasting the salty, metallic tears gathered there, "and because I love you, Viktor."

Viktor's whole face scrunched up, in a way that greatly resembled Ilona's when she was about to start wailing, and Jayce felt a surge of fondness as he realized where she'd gotten that expression from. Then Viktor's arms are around his neck, and he's clinging with everything he has, and Jayce let's them fall back onto the carpet to cling back, fingers twisting into his Coat.

It takes a bit for Viktor to loosen his grip a little, and Jayce starts running a hand up and down his back soothingly.

"...Ilona's a selkie," he whispers at last.

"Yes." Jayce confirms quietly.

"That means... you're a selkie, as well."

"...Yes."

Viktor draws in a shaky breath. "Where's your Coat, Jayce?"

"...I think you already know the answer to that, V."

"Confirm it for me. Please."

Jayce's fingers flexed into the blanket, into his Coat. "You're wearing it."

He let out a wounded noise. "I-I took your Coat away from you-"

"No," He shook his head, rolling them onto their sides so they could be eye to eye, "no, Viktor. I gave it to you, because I wanted you to be safe and warm, more than anything else. And I never went after it, because I knew... I knew it'd be safe with you, and it'd keep you safe in turn. There's a big difference between that and stealing it."

"But-"

"How long are you going to try and argue that you're a monster before you realize that I'm not going to let you?" Jayce asks light heartedly, and Viktor scowls. He snorts. "Alright, come on, help me up again. Please tell me there's a warm bath somewhere in this place? I think I'd murder for one right now."

"There's baths, yes," he assures him, helping him rise back up and settle onto the couch next to Ilona, "Just through that door over there, I'll go run it for you-"

"In chamber bathrooms? Now I know those weren't in most other people's spaces, I saw the communal baths."

"Yes, well," Viktor scowled a little, then sighed, lifting Jayce's hand's to pepper kisses to his splitting knuckles, "you're my partner, Lásko. My other half, my equal. It's only fair you get a bit of extra luxury. Especially- especially after all you've been through. Alone." His eyes drifted down to Ilona, who gurgles at him, and his face softens a little more. "I'll be back."

He vanishes into the side door, and a moment later, Jayce hears the creaking of pipes as water rushes in. He looks at his daughter and smiles, brushing her cheek. "Your father seems determined to spoil us, Mi Vida. I'll have to keep an eye on him as you grow up, won't I? Make sure he doesn't spoil you rotten."

"Do you need help getting to the bathroom?" Viktor asks, poking his head out, and Jayce shakes his head, scooping up Ilona and rising to his feet. "Nah, if I can climb out of a chasm, I can walk across a room. Might need some help getting things off, though."

He does end up needing that help, unfortunately. It takes everything in him not to scream - though he doesn't quite manage to stifle the pained groans completely - as Viktor helps pry the fabric of his clothes off of his festering wounds. Multicolored pus oozes from it, and strings of the same sickly tints connect and snap and drop back against his skin. It's disgusting, frankly, and they have to resort to cutting his clothes off of him and pulling it off piece by piece.

By the time Viktor helps him climb into the tub, he's shaking all over, and barely manages to cling to him as he's lowered carefully into the water. Ilona is laying on her pelt in a basket that had held the vials of soap and shampoo and oils, which are now lined up on the ground by the tub. She seems happy enough to be there, cooing and gurgling and waving her tiny arms.

He blinks as his attention is drawn from her back to Viktor. "What?"

"Where do you want me to start?"

"Oh- Vik, you don't have to, I can-"

"I want to, Jayce. Please, I can't heal you, so please. Let me at least take care of you?"

He sighed, sagging back into the tub. "Yeah, alright. If you want to pamper me so badly, I won't kick up a fuss. My hair? And the beard, gods, It's itches, just shave the damn thing off if you've got a razor."

Viktor almost pouted at that, before quickly schooling his face. Not quick enough for Jayce to have missed it though, and he raises an eyebrow. "What?"

"Well, it's just... can't we try cleaning and trimming it first?"

"What? Why?"

"It-It suits you, that's all."

Jayce stared at him for a long moment, then tossed his head back and laughed. "You think my beard is hot?? YOU??"

"What's that supposed to mean??"

"I once asked you if thought I'd look good with a beard, and you didn't even say WORDS, you just looked so utterly DISGUSTED at the thought! It kinda hurt!"

"Well, clearly I was wrong about some things! Do you have any idea how much I want that beard against my a-"

"Viktor!!"

They both laughing as he sputters out a scolding about Little Ears, and Viktor picks up some shampoo, raising a brow. "So?"

"Fine, fine. We'll give it a chance."

Viktor set to work, and frankly, Jayce lost some time in the haze that settled over his mind. It felt so good to be touched again, to be held, to be cared over. Even when those touches hurt as his wounds were cleaned, it was still blissful. The bath had to be drained and refilled twice before Viktor was satisfied, and drained it a final time, helping him climb back out and support himself against a wall while he patted him down with a fluffy towel.

"I'll clean out the tub real quick, and then we can give Ilona a bath too. She's cleaner than you were, but... that's not a high bar."

"Thanks," he mutters sarcastically, but he doesn't think it quite makes it through that way, not with how fond he looks.

It's only a few minutes of Viktor scrubbing the tub with the rag he'd used to wash his body, rinsing away the grit and infection that lingered against the walls, when there's a knock on the door.

"My Herald? I've brought the supplies you requested."

"Come in!" Viktor calls, and footsteps sound through the chamber before a man opens the door a touch and peaks through, holding up a box with a red plus on it. "Thanks you, Hutch," he smiles, waving to the counter, "just put it there, please."

"Of course." He bows, and leaves again as quickly as he'd arrived. Viktor shoots Jayce a nervous smile. "Bandages and ointments. Sutures, though I don't think we'll need them. For your wounds. I sent out the request after you'd told me not to heal you, but... before I saw what you saw. May I-?"

Jayce nods, and he rinses off his hands, shuffling towards him with the box. He hisses through his teeth as various poultices are spread over his wounds, and ointments rubbed into his stretch marks, then sighs as cool relief blesses the burning skin. By the time Viktor is done wrapping him in clean bandages, he looks half mummy.

"Thank you," Jayce murmurs, eyes half lidded as he sits back against the wall. Viktor combs his fingers through his hair once, and turns back to the tub. Satisfied with it, he fills it up a few inches with clean, lukewarm water. When it's ready, he glances back over his shoulder. "...Do you want to-? Or should I?"

"Go ahead. I'll help if you need it, but... I don't think I can kneel that long right now. I'm barely awake as is."

Viktor nodded and, almost hesitantly, lifts Ilona from the basket. "You can put her Coat in, too. Just wait until after you wash both separately to let her shift." He hummed his understanding, and then... did nothing. Just kneeled by the tub and held her for a long moment.

Oh, right. Right right, that- it's his first time holding her.

"She's-" his voice breaks, and Jayce nods encouragingly, "She's so perfect, Jayce."

"Yes. She is. Go ahead and give her a bath now, Amado. She's not old enough to bite you yet, I promise."

He hiccups a laugh, but obediently lowers her into the warm water. She squirms, startled and fussy, but decides she likes it enough to allow it with minimal whining and settles. Viktor keeps one hand cupped around her head, murmuring sweet things to her as he runs a soft, soapy cloth over the rest of her body, washing away the grime. Jayce loses time again as he fights the urge to sleep, only drifting back into Wakefulness when Viktor comes to pass him his baby, clean and bundled up into a fluffy towel. He takes her, pressing kisses to her face as his partner turns back around to pull her Coat into the water as well, carefully washing it with gentle reverence.

When it's clean, and the worst of the moisture has been wicked from it, leaving it only slightly damp, Jayce starts pulling himself to his feet, leaning heavily on the walk without his brace. Viktor is there a second later, lifting one of his Jayce's arms over his shoulders and sliding his own around his waist. They don't exchange any words as he helps him hobble to the mattress, and Jayce sighs almost dreamily as he sinks into the plush pile of soft things. Even Ilona makes a tiny content sound, and he smiles at her as she drifts back off to sleep against his chest, soothed by the rise and fall of his breath and exhausted from all the excitement.

Finally, he glances up to Viktor, who is still hovering, unsure, and he holds out an arm. "Well? I'm waiting."

Viktor jolts, and crawls in next to him. He's heavier than expected, though Jayce supposes that makes sense with the metal augmentations, but they soon adjust to a position that's comfortable. Ilona doesn't stir once as Viktor pulls blankets up around them and glues himself to his side, one hand resting over his stomach. The metal of his body is cooler than normal skin, yes, but not so cold as to be uncomfortable. Rather, he feels like a wonderful relief, like a cool cloth pressed into a feverish brow. He sighs happily again, and turns his head to nuzzle into his hair.

"...You're really not mad at me? For everything? Anything?"

"Mmm... My mother will be mad enough at you for the both of us, when she finds out," Viktor winces, remembering the glimpses he'd seen of her wrath, and Jayce chuckles, pressing a kiss to his temple. "But no. All I wanted? Was to have my partner back. And now I have you, right?"

"You have me. All of me, however much of me you want," He lifts his hand to brush over Ilona's head briefly, "You both do."

"Then that's all that matters. We can discuss all the rest later, ok?"

"Alright. Jayce?"

"...Hm?" He managed, already starting to drift off, one hand twisted into the Coat that Viktor still wears, the other covering his daughter.

"I love you."

He smiled.

I know I already wrote a whole fic about it, but I am once again having lots of thoughts about selkie Jayce giving his coat to Viktor, unafraid to put his life in his hands because he just trusts him that much.

Or, alternatively, Viktor picking up Jayce's selkie coat along with the rune bracelet when he talks him out of jumping in s1, entirely oblivious to what it means, which results in Jayce internally freaking out over getting accidentally engaged.

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Let me help you feel again

Harry had always been a giver. It was in his nature - to love deeply, to care endlessly, to do whatever it took to make the people he loved happy. But when it came to his relationship with her, it felt less like love and more like an obligation.

She was beautiful, sure. Everyone thought so. Long, perfect hair, expensive perfume, a smile that could turn heads.

But beneath the surface, she was cold. Selfish. Always needing, always taking. Never giving.

He should have left sooner. He knew that.

Instead, he spent months being strung along, holding on to something that never felt real in the first place. He planned dates, bought her expensive gifts, put in every ounce of effort he could. Because maybe, just maybe, she’d one day look at him the way he looked at her. Maybe she’d say those three words that he so desperately wanted to hear.

But she never did.

And the worst part? He wasn’t even surprised anymore.

She had made it clear from the beginning that she liked the idea of being with him more than she actually liked him. She loved the weekend getaways, the shopping sprees, the attention. But she never loved him.

And when he finally accepted that fact, something inside him snapped.

It was a quiet night when he decided he was done. The two of them sat in his car after another disastrous date - one where she had spent more time on her phone than talking to him, rolling her eyes whenever he tried to engage her in conversation.

Harry gripped the steering wheel, staring at the illuminated dashboard, the engine humming softly in the background. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled, gripping the words that had been sitting on his tongue for weeks.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

She scoffed, still scrolling through her phone. “Do what?”

“This.” He motioned between them. “Us.”

That got her attention. Her head snapped up, eyes narrowing. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying it’s over.” His voice was steady, emotionless. Just like he felt.

She blinked, processing his words like they were a foreign language. And then, like a storm rolling in without warning, she exploded.

“You’re joking,” she spat, her voice rising. “Harry, you’re joking, right? You’re breaking up with me?”

He nodded once. “Yeah.”

She laughed - a bitter, humorless sound. “Oh, this is rich. After everything I’ve put up with from you, you’re seriously going to throw this away?”

His grip tightened on the wheel. Everything she’s put up with? The audacity.

“What exactly have you put up with?” he asked calmly, though his patience was wearing thin.

She threw her hands up. “Oh, I don’t know.. Your mood swings, your constant need for attention, the fact that I have to babysit your feelings all the time-“

That did it.

He turned to face her, expression darkening. “You have never once cared about my feelings.”

She let out a sharp breath. “Oh, my God, Harry, this is so dramatic. What, is this because I didn’t post some sappy Instagram caption about you? Or because I didn’t fawn over whatever ridiculous gift you got me this time?”

It was almost laughable, the way she could turn this around and make it seem like his fault. But not this time.

“You never cared about me,” he said, voice quieter now. “Not once. You just liked what I could give you.”

For a split second, her face faltered. Just a flicker of something - guilt, maybe. But just as quickly, the mask was back on, her lips twisting into a sneer.

“You’re such an idiot, Harry,” she hissed, her hands shaking. “You’re really throwing this away? Me?”

His next words were final. “Yeah. I am.”

The slap wasn’t hard. More of a weak, frustrated smack against his shoulder, but the sheer entitlement behind it made his stomach turn.

“Fuck you, Harry.” Her voice wavered, her eyes burning with unshed tears - not because she was heartbroken, but because she was losing.

Without another word, she got out of the car and slammed the door behind her.

Harry sat there for a moment, staring at the now-empty passenger seat.

Then, he drove away without looking back.

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It wasn’t an immediate change, but it was a steady one.

At first, it was just a feeling of emptiness. He had spent so long trying to make something work, only for it to crash and burn, and now he wasn’t sure what to do with himself.

But then that emptiness turned into numbness.

He stopped trying. Stopped caring.

People still saw him as the rich, handsome guy who could get any girl he wanted. And maybe they were right. It was easy - flirting, casual hookups, never getting too close. If he kept people at arm’s length, he’d never have to go through that again.

So that’s what he did.

By the time a few months had passed, he had become someone else entirely. No more soft smiles. No more genuine laughter. Just cold smirks, half-hearted hookups, and an expression that rarely wavered from indifference.

His friends noticed. They missed the old Harry, the one who used to actually enjoy life. But he wasn’t coming back.

Not if he had anything to say about it.

And then you showed up.

You felt out of place from the moment you stepped into the school. New town, new people, new everything. You had expected it to take months to find your place, but to your surprise, you made friends quickly.

And that’s how you first heard about him.

Harry Styles. The school’s untouchable mystery. The guy who never smiled, never let anyone get too close.

At first, you didn’t think much of it. But then you saw him.

There was something about him - something that made you curious. Maybe it was the way he always leaned against the lockers, arms crossed, eyes scanning the hallways like nothing interested him. Maybe it was the way girls constantly threw themselves at him, only to be dismissed with a lazy smirk and a few empty words.

But what intrigued you most was the fact that he was empty.

Something had happened to him. Something had broken him.

And for some reason, you wanted to fix it.

So you made sure he noticed you.

At first, it was just small things - locking eyes with him in class, brushing past him in the hallway, lingering just a little too long when you spoke.

Then, you became bolder.

“Harry, you ever get tired of pretending to be this emotionless asshole all the time?” you asked one day, leaning against the locker next to him.

He barely spared you a glance. “You ever get tired of sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong?”

You grinned. “Nope.”

And so it went.

Over time, you pushed your way into his world. You became someone he couldn’t ignore. Someone who didn’t buy into his act.

And before he realized what was happening, before he could stop it, he found himself caring again.

And that scared him more than anything else ever had.

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Harry wasn’t sure when he started tolerating you.

At first, you were just another person who didn’t know when to mind their own business - persistent, annoying, always trying to get a rise out of him. But unlike the others, you didn’t fawn over him. You didn’t fall into his arms like every other girl at this school did.

You challenged him.

And worse? You never backed down.

It started with little things. You’d “accidentally” bump into him in the hallways, linger a little too long when you passed him in class, and toss him witty remarks when he was least expecting it. You weren’t afraid of him - of his reputation, of the way he brushed people off. You pushed.

And slowly, against his better judgement, he started letting you in.

He wasn’t sure why he let it happen. Maybe it was because you didn’t treat him like the untouchable guy everyone thought he was. Or maybe it was because you saw through him.

And that terrified him.

One evening, after weeks of circling each other, you were sitting in his room, your legs crossed on his bed while he leaned against the headboard, scrolling through his phone. It had become a routine - hanging out, talking about nothing and everything.

But tonight felt… different.

“Harry,” you said, breaking the silence.

He didn’t look up. “Hmm?”

You hesitated, then asked, “Why do you do it?”

He finally glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “Do what?”

“The whole player thing,” you said, watching him closely. “The hookups, the emotionless act. You surely weren’t always like this.”

His jaw clenched, and for a second, you thought he was going to shut you out completely.

Then, with a sigh, he tossed his phone onto the bed. “Why do you care?”

You shrugged. “Because I do.”

He studied you for a long moment, his green eyes searching yours as if he was trying to figure you out.

Then, finally, he said, “Because it’s easier.”

You frowned. “Easier than what?”

“Than actually feeling anything.” His voice was quieter now, almost hesitant, as if admitting it out loud made it real. “Easier than giving a shit. Than getting hurt again.”

You swallowed, your heart aching at the weight of his words.

“I get that,” you said softly. “I do. But… Harry, don’t you ever miss it?”

“Miss what?”

“Feeling.”

He let out a dry, humorless chuckle. “No.”

You tilted your head, studying him. “I think you do.”

He rolled his eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind it.

And that’s when you made a promise to yourself.

You were going to make him feel again.

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It had been months now since you’d entered Harry’s life. And somewhere along the way, the two of you had become… something.

Not quite friends, not quite anything more, but something.

You spent more time together than you did with anyone else. Late nights at his house, long conversations, playful banter in the school hallways. You saw sides of him that no one else did.

But even after all that, he was still closed off. Still guarded. Still unwilling to let his walls come down.

You wanted to change that.

So you did something reckless.

It was another night at your house, the two of you sprawled across your bed like always. He was scrolling through his phone, and you were watching him, studying the way his jaw tensed every few seconds, how his lips were always pressed into that same neutral line.

You had never seen him smile. Not really.

And you wanted to.

So you just… said it.

“Harry, I love you.”

He froze.

His fingers went still over his phone screen, his body stiffening beside you. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Didn’t move.

Then, he let out a short laugh. “Very funny.”

You didn’t laugh.

When he finally glanced over at you, his smirk faltered. Because you weren’t joking.

You were serious.

His expression hardened instantly. “No.”

Your brows furrowed. “No?”

“No.” He sat up, shaking his head. “We’re not doing this.”

“Harry-“

“I’m serious.” His voice was sharp now, final. “This isn’t happening.”

You exhaled, sitting up beside him. “Why not?”

He let out a bitter laugh. “Because I don’t do that, alright? Love, relationships, feelings- I don’t do it.”

You didn’t flinch. Didn’t let his words deter you.

“Why?”

“Because it’s a fucking waste of time,” he snapped, his frustration seeping through. “Because it never works out. Because people say they love you, and then they leave.”

You blinked. “I won’t leave.”

He scoffed. “They all say that.”

You reached out, your hand resting gently on his arm. He flinched slightly at the contact but didn’t pull away.

“Harry,” you said softly, “I love you. And I know you don’t believe in that, but I do. And I don’t care if you never say it back. I don’t care if you still think love is bullshit. I just… I need you to know that I love you.”

For the first time since you met him, Harry looked shaken.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his fists clenching at his sides.

Then, without another word, he stood up and left.

And just like that, he was gone.

Days passed, and you didn’t hear from him.

You gave him space, even though it hurt. Even though you wanted to chase after him, to make him see that you weren’t like the girl who had broken him before.

Then, one night, he showed up at your house.

You opened the door to find him standing there, his hands stuffed into his pockets, his hair a mess like he had been running his fingers through it all day.

For a moment, he just stared at you.

Then, in a hoarse voice, he said, “We need to talk.”

You nodded, stepping aside to let him in.

You sat together in your room, facing each other. He looked tired, like he hadn’t slept in days.

After a long silence, he spoke.

“Why me?” His voice was quiet, almost vulnerable. “Why do you care so much?”

You took a breath. “Because I see you, Harry. The real you. The one who still feels things, even if you don’t want to. The one who deserves to be loved.”

His jaw clenched. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“Then let me show you,” you whispered.

For a moment, he didn’t say anything.

Then, slowly, you reached out, cupping his face in your hands. His breath hitched as you ran your thumb along his cheek, and to your shock, his eyes burned with unshed tears.

“I’m scared,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

“I know,” you murmured. “But I’m not going anywhere.”

A single tear slipped down his cheek, and for the first time since you’d met him, you saw it - the boy he used to be. The boy who had felt things once.

And as he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes, you knew.

He was letting you in.

After that night, something changed.

Harry didn’t suddenly become the open, affectionate guy you wanted him to be. He was still guarded, still quiet, still hesitant to let himself feel too much.

But he was trying. And that was enough.

It started with the little things. He let you stay close to him.

Before, when you sat next to him on his bed, he always kept a noticeable distance between you. Now, he let you lean against him. Let your legs brush against his. Let you rest your head on his shoulder.

One night, when the two of you were watching a movie in his room, you felt his fingers twitch beside yours. He didn’t take your hand, but he didn’t pull away either. It was the smallest thing, but to you, it meant everything.

Then came the subtle glances.

You started catching him looking at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. In class, in the hallways, during late nights in his room when the only light came from the lamp on his nightstand. His green eyes would linger on you, just for a second too long, before he looked away.

Like he was trying to understand why you were still here.

Why you hadn’t given up on him yet.

It had been months since you told Harry you loved him.

And he still hadn’t said it back.

You didn’t expect him to. You never pressured him. Never asked him to say the words you so desperately wanted to hear.

Because you knew he wasn’t ready.

But one night, he showed you what words never could:

You were at a party. It was loud, chaotic, full of people who were too drunk to care about anything but themselves. You hadn’t wanted to come, but your friends had begged you, and after some convincing, you agreed.

Harry wasn’t supposed to be there.

At least, you didn’t think so.

But when some random guy you barely knew started getting a little too close - his hands lingering on your waist, his breath hot against your ear - you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Get your fucking hands off her.”

The guy barely had time to react before he was shoved backward, stumbling as Harry stepped between you.

You had never seen him like this before.

His usual cold indifference was gone, replaced with something dangerous. His jaw was clenched, his fists tight at his sides, his entire body tense as he stared the guy down.

“She’s not interested,” Harry said, his voice low, controlled.

The guy scoffed, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Relax, man. Didn’t know she was taken.”

Harry didn’t respond. He just grabbed your hand and pulled you away, weaving through the crowd until you were outside, away from the noise, away from everyone else.

The moment you stopped walking, you turned to him.

“Harry-“

“You need to be more careful,” he cut you off, his voice sharp.

Your brows furrowed. “It wasn’t my fault-“

“I know.” His fingers ran through his hair, his frustration evident. “I just… I don’t like seeing guys touch you like that.”

You stared at him.

And then, softly, you asked, “Why?”

He let out a breath, looking anywhere but at you.

“I don’t know,” he muttered.

But you knew that was a lie.

Stepping closer, you reached for his hand. He flinched at first, but then slowly, he let you lace your fingers with his.

“Harry,” you murmured, “you don’t have to say it.”

His gaze flickered to yours, something unreadable in his expression.

“I just need you to show me,” you whispered.

His throat bobbed, his free hand clenching at his side like he was at war with himself.

Then, after a long moment, he exhaled.

And for the first time, he let himself feel.

His hand tightened around yours. Not possessively, not out of obligation, but because he wanted to.

And when he leaned in - his forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling with yours - you swore you felt his walls crack.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You squeezed his hand.

“Then let me teach you.”

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It took more time.

Harry didn’t change overnight. He still had moments where he pulled away, where he shut down when things felt too real.

But he always came back.

And then, one night, he finally said it.

You were lying in his bed, your fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on his forearm as he stared at the ceiling. It was late, the world outside quiet, wrapped in the stillness of the night.

You weren’t even talking.

You were just there.

And then, so softly you almost didn’t hear it.

“I love you.”

Your heart nearly stopped.

You lifted your head, eyes wide as you turned to look at him.

He was already looking at you, his green eyes vulnerable, unguarded in a way you had never seen before.

“Say it again,” you whispered, needing to be sure you hadn’t imagined it.

He exhaled, his fingers reaching for yours.

“I love you,” he repeated, firmer this time.

Your chest ached with something indescribable.

Then, without thinking, you crashed your lips against his.

He kissed you back like he meant it. Like he felt it.

And for the first time since you met him, Harry Styles wasn’t the cold, emotionless boy you had come to know.

He was yours.

And he wasn’t afraid to show it anymore.

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The first time you saw him smile - really smile - it was because of you.

It wasn’t a smirk. Not a forced, half-hearted expression.

It was real.

Genuine.

Soft.

And in that moment, you knew.

You had finally brought him back to life.

And he had finally let you.

It didn’t happen overnight.

But slowly, piece by piece, Harry started becoming the boy he used to be.

At first, the changes were so subtle that no one else noticed them. But you did.

The way his eyes softened when he looked at you. The way his fingers always seemed to find yours, as if holding your hand had become second nature to him. The way his lips twitched upward whenever you walked into a room, even if he didn’t realize it.

He didn’t guard himself around you anymore.

And that was everything.

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Harry had always been someone who acted like he didn’t care about anything. But now? Now he let himself enjoy things.

He let himself love the simple things again.

Lazy Sunday mornings, tangled in the sheets with you, his voice groggy as he mumbled something stupid just to make you laugh.

The way you ran your fingers through his hair absentmindedly when he rested his head on your lap, closing his eyes because damn, that felt nice.

The way he always had one arm draped over your shoulders in the hallways, not because he was showing you off, but because he liked being close to you.

And the laughter - God, the laughter.

It started small.

A quiet chuckle when you said something sarcastic. A smirk that turned into an actual grin when you poked fun at him.

Then one day, it happened.

A real laugh.

The kind that made his head fall back, made his stomach ache, made him gasp for breath between wheezes.

It was over something stupid - you didn’t even remember what. Probably one of his terrible jokes, the ones that made zero sense but somehow still had you crying from laughter just because he was laughing, and that was enough to set you off.

That night, as he lay beside you, his cheeks still flushed from laughing so hard, he whispered, “I forgot how good that felt.”

You kissed him then, soft and sweet, and murmured, “Get used to it.”

Because you weren’t letting him lose that part of himself again.

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“Oh my God, stop.” You groaned, covering your face with your hands as you lay sprawled across Harry’s bed. “That was the worst one yet.”

Harry grinned, flopping down beside you. “Come on, that was golden.”

“No, that was a crime against humanity.”

“Okay, okay, hear me out-“

“No.”

He ignored you, propping himself up on his elbow. “Why did the scarecrow win an award?”

You groaned. “Harry-“

“Because he was outstanding in his field.”

There was silence.

Then, against your better judgement, you snorted.

Harry’s eyes lit up. “See? I knew you’d crack!”

“I hate you,” you muttered, turning onto your side to face him.

He smirked, leaning in. “No, you don’t.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t push him away when he kissed you.

Because, yeah. You didn’t.

It was a Friday night, and you were hanging out with Harry’s friends - something that had become a regular occurrence now.

Before, he used to keep everyone at arm’s length, even his closest friends. But now, he actually enjoyed being around them again.

He laughed, he joked, he smiled.

And his friends noticed.

At one point, while Harry was off grabbing another drink, his best friend, Liam, nudged you.

“You know, we thought we lost him for good,” he said, his voice quieter than usual.

You turned to him, tilting your head. “What do you mean?”

Liam sighed, running a hand through his hair. “After his ex messed him up, he wasn’t him anymore. He was just… existing. And we didn’t know how to bring him back.”

You swallowed, glancing over at Harry. He was laughing at something Niall had said, his dimples on full display, his head thrown back in pure amusement.

Liam smiled softly. “That? That’s because of you.”

You felt your chest tighten.

“You brought him back to life,” he continued. “And I don’t think he even realizes it yet.”

You blinked rapidly, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through you.

Because, yeah. You had noticed the changes in Harry.

But hearing someone else say it - hearing that other people saw it too - made it feel real.

And as Harry turned toward you, his eyes finding yours like they always did, you knew.

This wasn’t temporary.

This wasn’t just some phase.

He was happy again.

And he wasn’t afraid to show it.

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The biggest change in Harry?

He wasn’t scared anymore.

He wasn’t afraid to feel.

To love.

To let people in.

He told you he loved you every night now. Sometimes in words, sometimes in actions.

A sleepy, murmured “I love you” as he pulled you closer in bed.

A hand squeezing yours under the table at lunch, just because.

A quiet, “Drive safe, alright? I love you.” when you left his house late at night.

It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t something he hesitated to say anymore.

Because he meant it.

And that? That meant everything.

One night, as you sat together on the hood of his car, watching the stars, he turned to you and said:

“I don’t think I ever thanked you.”

You frowned, glancing at him. “For what?”

He smiled - really smiled - and shrugged.

“For saving me.”

You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers together.

“I didn’t save you, Harry.” You squeezed his hand. “I just reminded you who you were.”

He was quiet for a moment.

Then, he pulled you into him, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“I love you,” he murmured, and this time, there was no hesitation.

No fear.

Just love.

And when you whispered it back, he smiled against your skin.

Because for the first time in years, he finally believed it.

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It was the little things.

The way he smiled at you when he thought you weren’t looking.

The way he laughed - actually laughed - without holding back.

The way he held you like he was afraid to let go.

Harry Styles wasn’t the broken boy he used to be.

He wasn’t the cold, emotionless player the world had known him as.

He was himself again.

And when he pulled you into his arms, murmuring soft words of love against your hair, you knew: This was forever.

Because he had finally let himself live again.

And he had finally let himself love again.

I fear this is the best piece of literature I have ever written and will ever write..

#harry styles #one direction #short story #headcanon #one shot #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n

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𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍? ❥ᴥఌ

𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 1 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 2 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 3 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 4 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 5 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 6 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 7

𓂸 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩...

𝖬𝖺𝗍𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖠𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖠𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 3 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾.

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𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖻𝗌☽

ఌ❥

"Morning Ally” says Chris hugging me. “Morning” I say hugging him back.

“Look I’m sorry about what I said about you and Matt”. “No it’s fine ”. I say facing Nick. “And you, what you said earlier was it true?”.

“What? That Matt fucked you, how should I know? You were the ones who did it”. Nick says angry and I laugh. “Not that Nick and we didn’t have sex”. “Well what other thing”. Nick says more happily. ”That Matt liked me. Is that true?”. I say sitting down in one of the chairs on the kitchen table.

“Oh that, well yes but you can’t tell Matt I told you it was a secret”. “Yeah no shit dumbass” Chris says to Nick. “God, since when?” I ask. “Since we were kids, after the funeral and we never saw each other again, Matt couldn’t stop talking or thinking of you” Nick took a pause and then proceeded. “He would ask mom. Where is she going to come back? Every day until we got to sophomore year, we saw you at the mall with your dad but if we would’ve approached you Matt thought your dad would do something bad”. “Oh my god”

I get interrupted by Matt coming to the kitchen. Clothe less with one towel around his waist and wet hair. Fuck I can’t stare again. “Oh my god what?”.Matt says “Nothing just this lemonade” Chris says trying to cover it up. “Um okay? Anyways im changing, what do we want to do today?” Matt says drying his hair with another towel. Shit, I’m dead by now with all this, and the fact that he likes me? Well hopefully. “I don’t know. What do you guys suggest?”. I say looking at Nick and Chris and eating my breakfast. “We could go shopping, or top golf?”. Nick says.”Yes I love top golf!” Chris says. “You’re fucking terrible at it”. Matt says going into his room. “Shut up”. Chris says. Matt leaves the room and I ask Nick.

“Hey where am I going to shower?”. “Matt’s bathroom”. He replies pointing at his bathroom. “Oh sure”. I say going in the bathroom. I enter and close the door, it’s a pretty simple bathroom, shower, sink, toilet, and funny but cute enough portraits of bears. Wh- Why-. I’m not even going to ask. I take off my clothes and go in the shower.

I realize I don’t have my face wash, so I grab a towel put it around my body and then go to Matt’s room were is my bag and things. I walk into Matt’s room and he is fully clothed, baggy jeans, black shirt and a hat. Matt’s face goes pale as I walk in with only a towel.

“Oh sorry” I say. “No it’s fine. What do you need?”. “My face wash”. “Oh do you need anything else”. “Umm I think I saw body wash in there”. “That’s not body wash”. Matt says laughing. “Then what is it?”. “It’s nothing”. “Matt… what is it?”. “It’s nothing really”. He says as he sees me run to his bathroom in the towel grabbing the supposed body wash. I get to the shower and Matt gets in too, trying to take the container out of my hand.

“Women’s pink rose shea butter”. I say as I read out loud. I burst out laughing. “Alright it isn’t funny!” Matt says taking the container out of my hand. “It’s so funny you know it”. “I guess it’s a bit funny”. We both laugh and remind you we’re still in the shower me with only a towel. “Well I better get going”. Matt says stepping out the shower. “Yeah, ima be ready in a minute”. “Don’t take too long”. Matt says walking out. I shower with his, Women’s pink rose shea butter, it was actually really buttery. I get out of the shower and wrap my towel around myself.

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𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗌

𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺❥シ

a/n: hey yall this is part 6 i rlly hope yall have liked this series so far and were only fucking starting 😭

ty soo much for reading love yall

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cleo @chasedeys made one of these and im procrastinating various responsibilities and tasks so i said why not! long-winded rationale below the cut and i mean LONNGGGGGG. full of haterisms but also love <3

ONE PRIDE

my babies my sweeties my cinnamon applessss the whole reason i got genuinely into football in like 2022 was bc i watched them nearly not eat shit against the bills on thanksgiving while my uncle sitting next to me explained the Fucking Curse i.e. that the lions will always lose in whatever way is most devastating to the people who care about their success. and i went HEY! NARRATIVE!!! and now the lions are REALLY GOOD and still managing to lose in the way most devastating to the people who care about their success. as i've said many a time i truly hope some enterprising individual exhumes and exorcises the bones of bobby layne i think that's the only way out but in all earnestness getting INTO into football these past few months i am so grateful these are our guys even through all the emotional turmoil. they've got an energy in the locker room i genuinely haven't seen replicated anywhere else in the league like those guys all adore each other unreservedly and they adore dan and it's so special to watch. LONGASS PLAYER RANT INCOMING amon-ra st brown my princess with so many mental problems one of these days i'm gonna make a webweave about how he has all sixteen wide receivers drafted before him and their colleges memorized and also how his dad gave him and his brothers the "st" because he thought it would look good on a jersey and had him lifting weights age 5 like. john brown you seem like a wonderful father i just think your children might have complexes. JAH AND MONTY SONIC AND KNUCKLES MY TWO HEADED MONSTER they're everything to me the way it's just purely admiration and support between them even though splitting touches is probably not the best for their careers like they just genuinely loved each other from the jump. i get emo thinking about all the shit they've each been through and to be able to come to the lions at the same time and just. find each other and feel safe enough in detroit to let themselves loose and have fun RAUGH. jg16 im the worlds number one jared goff glazer idgaf i will sing his praises from the mountaintop. im not like delusional i know he isn't in the same conversation as lamar/josh/joe/That Devil but i think the idea that the lions need a dual threat qb is so ridiculous like yeah we certainly are lacking offensive weapons here with our #2 ranked yards per game THE POINT is that a qb is more than just stats and jared goff is a leader of men like that offensive line would all take ten bullets for him and it's because he is a genuinely kind person and so so so easy to love. god. um. TA TERRION ARNOLD MY OTHER PRINCESS WITH NO MENTAL PROBLEMS AT ALL FRANKLY seeing him excited and smiley after the divisional loss bc why would you not be excited going 15-2 as a rookie hitting an insane amount of snaps most of your player core young and still on contract the world is laid out in front of you!!!!! cured my depression and i can't wait to see him continue to come into his own GOD the secondary is all so fond of each other thinking about him and kerby That's My Rook I Don't Let Nobody Play By My Rook..him and bb....him and dmo jah and craig in the who would you let date your daughter youtube short SHAKING MY FIST AT THE SKY sam laporta!!!!!!!!!!! my golden receiver king of the one handed dive catch im obsessed with his vernacular like only guy alive to use "sick" and "preposterous" in the same sentence how are you from illinois and have half a surfer accent JAMOOOOOO in possession of the best laugh in the known universe and such a goddamn weirdo like the mcflurry burger thing and his apparently Eclectic music taste let me see your spotify downloads please HUTCH!!! absolutely vicious ice cold hilarious but also so levelheaded did you guys know he listens to instrumentals to hype himself up before games like. he gave hans zimmer as an example. so many more tooooo i didnt even mention lif or penei or craig or any of the kicking unit or our free agents like tim and cd3 IM JUST. man. the detroit lions. Man

deep and enduring fondness

bengals every day i think about the post that's like. joe wearing ja'marr's old worn natty jersey to a bengals game day, the greatest love story of all time is happening in the graveyard of fandoms if this was hockey there would be skywriting about it. BECAUSE IT'S REAL joemarr genuinely baffle me with the level of insane devotion they have to each other like just off the top of my head. ja'marr saying joe's like a god to him. "i've never [played without ja'marr]had that, and i don't wanna have that" "[i work] with joe only. i don't throw with other quarterbacks--i don't wanna". joe burrow #1 in the league pat who. the fucking pinky swear handshake the donut thing "we did a lot of stuff but not on a boat"???? "he try flying knee kicks on me sometime" "we mess around every now and then" "make sure your bags are packed and ready i didn't believe it but he proved me wrong" the clothes saga ANYWAYS. TEEEEEE HIGGINSSSSSSS another guy who like. i read his players tribune article and god he has been through so much and to come out so KIND he is a little piece of the sun in a human body the reaction timer video with ja’marr cheering him on in the bg “forget batman he’s fucking superman” and joe and ja’marr obviously love him so much would sign him themselves “wanna play with him for eternity” if the bengals FO lets him go i fear i will never forgive them. & i know there are other players on this team and i care for them also (mike! 23rookies! trey! ctb!) butjesus christ joeteemarr the world…. vikings closest rival to lions in pure strength of culture i think like god that video of everyone lifting sam onto their shoulders !!! :') cam and his dance recitals.... josh metellus king of the locker room interview....justin jefferson and his beautiful big brown eyes like a cow every time i saw him on the sideline of that rams game i had to put my face in my hands and be so sad for him. and KOC!!! like i said with dan its so so special when you can tell a team just fucking adoooooores their coach and it's so clear with KOC that he really is a player's coach OH AND ALSO IK HE'S INJURED BUT JJ MCCARTHY MICHIGAN BOY he's gonna carry next year i just know it ravens so my aunt lives in baltimore and owns a purple car that she bought because that's how much she loves the ravens. i lived in bmore for 4 years so they're one of my hometown teams too!! obviously lamar jackson is the people's princess and there's nothing more in the universe i want than for him to succeed like he is so goddamned talented and he's such a sweetheart and i really need to try his cologne IT WAS SO CUTE WHEN THEY PASSED IT AROUND THE LOCKER ROOM AND EVERYONE WAS COMPLIMENTING IT LIKEE anyways "kick everybody ass hit everybody hit the r--i was about to say hit the ref DO NOT HIT THE REFS" his lil giggles when he gets tackled i CARE ABOUT HIMMMMMM OKAYYYYYY also london @glittersgloom and cleo have opened my eyes to the beautiful world of derrick henry and i need to find like. clips of him micd or something hey if anyone is reading this can you send me derrick henry content thank you panthers BRYCE YOUNGGGGGG MY SHAYLAAAAA he has had such a whirlwind two years and im so goddamn proud of him (context my parents live in NC so the panthers are also a hometown team LMFAO i get too damn attached to Locations) that one clip of robert hunt saying dont call him BY Reap cause he said it sounded a lil evil leave that baby alone...... his room just so clearly adores him as they SHOULD !!! chuba adam and xavier too I REALLY BELIEVE IN THE PANTHERS SWEEPING THE NFC SOUTH NEXT YEAR I DO

i like em

cowboys so when i was in middle school in new jersey and everyone around me was a giants fan but i had quirky girl disorder i decided i was going to be Cool and Different and root for the dallas cowboys because my dad had dez bryant on his fantasy team and so i do have a lingering fondness for them even though tony romo's stupid voice pisses me off every sunday. and CEEDEEEEEE CEEDEE LAMB most beautiful man in the world i wish all happiness and success for him bills, texans started making that your graduation stosh edit last week had a panic attack bon appetit no but for real the Narrative. absolutely agonizing. i love when men say insane things about each other like "Since I met him, it kinda clicked. You don't click with everybody. That's somebody I felt like, damn, I could grow old with you. I can see myself with you for a while" and then GET DIVORCED #SAD anyways. i love you cj stroud i love you dion dawkins giants, commanders MALIK NABERS WE WILL GET YOU OUT OF NEW YORK !!!!!! in all seriousness though that clip of jayden picking him up from behind and swinging him around lives rent free in my head and it's london's fault (love you). division rivals and you're cheering for him at his playoff game Mannnnn lsu strikes again. for real though jayden daniels rookie of the decade im enamored by him and his effortless chill demeanor i hope he comes back and wins a ring but like not in the next five years because the lions have to sweep the division for at least half a decade dolphins, pats, jets i've got homies who like these guys!!! shoutout to my roommate's dad and two of my coworkers <3 i like when mike had to get on his tippy toes to kiss the side of tua's head i like that the pats are such a failgirl team without tom brady and i like that the jets are gunning for the longest playoff drought in all of superbowl era nfl history. good luck aaron glenn i'm sure you will have a different go of it than the eight million one and done defensive jets HCs before you (genuine)

neutral zone of obscurity

not much to say here. i like that the bucs had that thing with the duck that was fun. and im tempted to start caring about the jags on account of it would be funny to collect the nfl kitty teams like pokemon. otherwise no thoughts im sorryyyyyy

mild distaste and/or extreme ambivalence

rams i care about matthew stafford i really do. he took such shit for the lions for so goddamn long. on the other hand you get him on a hot mic oneeeeee time saying shit about kerby joseph after a completely clean tackle and now all of a sudden everyone and their mother is an expert on tackling tight ends and the prevailing narrative that he's a dirty player is actually affecting his livelihood (pro bowl noms) and that pisses me off. mr stafford apologize right neow eagles god their fans are the worst in the fucking league. genuinely atrocious and it makes me kinda hate them even though i like jalen (THE POST RAMS INTERVIEW WHERE HES DEF OFF A PERC TALKING IN RHYMING COUPLETS GIGGLING AND SHIT) and aj and honestly ok saquon on the eagles is their main redeeming factor like i would be truly happy for him to win a ring i really would bears division rivals except they aren't as fun as the vikes so they get put down here. caleb williams my pookie we'll get you an oline don't you even worry about it. genuinely though i do love him like it seems like it should be such a nothing thing in the year of our lord 2025 but the fact that dudebros are still insanely homophobic about the nail polish in any given comment section makes me very proud of him for sticking with it. it looks very nice on you caleb. BEN JOHNSON WE ARE NOT ON SPEAKING TERMS (i understand this was the only logical choice for him and we're lucky to have had him this year and he's a brilliant offensive mind and i'm sure he'll do great things but TO OUR OWN DIVISION????? BEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

genuine devilry occurring here

49ers ok i have all the respect in the world for the frock warriors on this website but the 49ers do kind of disgust me as a team writ large like. watching receivers on netflix and you genuinely would not be able to tell deebo and george are on the same team bc they are straight up segregated like cmc's wedding and george's birthday party come straight out of a midsommar outtake and this is not even to mention that awful little freak nick bosa like i do hope he gets cte and it ruins his life and career heart emoji browns fuck deshaun watson im so serious until that team gets rid of him i will be praying and cheering for their downfall every single time chiefs ohh this is last because it's my boring bitch answer like the chiefs are barely fun to hate on anymore cause everyone's doing it but i do believe they have access to some dark devilish magics and i am tired of seeing taylor swift on my goddamn television. sorry women. on a realer note i am still not fond of kareem hunt like im not saying people can't grow and change esp after seven? years but he did assault a teenager on tape and i think you maybe shouldn't be allowed to sign a million dollar contract after doing that OH MY GOD AND HARRISON BUTKER. ANOTHER ABSOLUTE FREAK. FUCK THE CHIEFS SERIOUSLY

green bay

#WHEWWWWWW and that was a fun way to spend my morning. if you read all that. im kissing you on the mouth #detroit lions #cincinnati bengals #tagging those cause i have tags for em already #football

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