#let yourself be loved jinx🥺

[d0j1d0j]

i fucking manifested this random little girl who follows jinx around like a puppy and who will give her all the love she needs and deserves

[shitouttabuck]

Do you have any buddie fic recommendations for me? Sweet fluffy smutty idc I need something good 🥺

hiya! these are some of my faves off the top of my head and you’ve probably read most of them and if you’re like. nina. these are eighty percent fics by your mutuals. well i BECAME pals with them by adoring their writing and bullying my way into their lives about it <3

stitch my soul 30.5k by @onward--upward (soulmates au that genuinely changed my whole life i think about it daily—fair warning it’s a little heartachey, but in the best way)

it’s nice to have a friend 6.4k by @colonoscopys (a little domesticity i love this with my whole heart it’s so soft and sweet)

drench yourself in words unspoken 26k by @eddiediazes (everything is the same except eddie secretly writes romance novels and i reread this like once a month it makes me so happy)

the side effects of eating too many clementines 3k by @forthewolves (idk what to even say, no one writes love like amanda writes love, it’s a bigger-than-your-chest kind of feeling)

(this kiss is) something i can't resist 7.9k by @clusterbuck (family curse where eddie has to kiss his true love in one year or he’ll die, i laughed so much, EXACTLY the kind of romcom shit with a side of ridiculous i adore)

growing sideways 3k by @housewifebuck (extremely evan buck buckley is christopher diaz’s parent and you WILL cry about it)

left your mark on this heart 5.8k by @anxieteandbiscuits (buck thinks he has post-lightning heart complications but he’s just That stupid in love)

slip like freudian 4.4k by @jeeyuns (eddie diaz gets jinxed and is Extremely entertaining about it)

sundae kind of love 18k by @rewritetheending (okay this was the first morgan fic i ever read—and maybe one of the First buddie fics i read actually—and i think about the pier scene all the time! au where buck works at an ice cream shop by the beach)

maybe fall in love 1.8k by @try-set-me-on-fire (brick’s writing is just. unfailingly gorgeous but also 8 out of 10 times the most devastating thing you’ll ever read so this is a sweet, minimal emotional damage first kiss one???)

there’s always been a rainbow hangin’ over your head 8.7k by @alyxmastershipper (just the heartwarmingest of coming outs feat. the mug of my dreams. so so soft)

i think it’s my body wanting it the most by @transboybuckley (post-date that they’re not sure is a date, this is under a thousand words and i could not stop beaming i come back to it all the damn time)

you shaped this heart of mine 5k by justhockey (i haven’t reread this because it was such an enormous ache—in a good way—when i read it the first time, but god. god i love it so much. domestic sickfic)

i’ll scrawl it on every wall i see 29k by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (loosely a you’ve got mail au???? which is simply my favourite romcom in the whole world. this is so fucking funny as is everything they write and i adore it)

there ain’t language for the things i feel 1.8k by calvingseason (eddie buys buck a plant at the farmers market it is. so unbelievably soft)

i’ve almost certainly forgotten a bunch of faves so let me trawl through my bookmarks later and round some more up!!!!! highly rec ALL of these guys’ fics though SOME OF YOU are hell bent on breaking my heart these days and anon asked for “sweet. fluffy. smutty” and not hole-in-chest-in-shape-of-author's-fist, so

[donghoonie-3]

I love your work so much! <3

Since Hoonie was extra beautiful during Circle charts and even presented an award, can i get male idol reader catching him after it and rewarding him for how well he did?

awwh thank you so much anonie 🥺💖. This is my first mlm request hehe <3. He really did look extra beautiful <3 I hope you like this!! And also I am so sorry for the long wait!! I lacked motivation to write but I'm slowly getting it back hehe (hope I didn't just jinx myself 💀).

Reward

Warnings: MINORS DNI !!! sub!sunghoon, dom!amab!reader, bottom!sunghoon, top!amab!reader, praising, marking, reader cums inside sunghoon, this isn't proof read, let me know if I missed anything!!

"fuck sunghoon you looked so good on that stage tonight" you mumbled against his neck, kissing him in between your sentence.

The concert has ended not too long ago. Your boyfriend looked extra good today, especially when he wore that suit...God you just wanted to rip it off him and show him how good he did.

So after the show has ended you met him at his changing room. You were too impatient to wait until yous have gotten home, plus there were for a fact fans waiting for the both of you and as much as you loved them, you wanted to only be with Sunghoon right now.

"mnghh~" Sunghoon whimpered when you gave attention to the sensitive spot on his neck, giving him a love bite under his jawline meanwhile your hands moved up to undo his buttoned up shirt.

"so good" you praised, pulling away from the new love bite you've left just to give him another one somewhere else on his delicate neck.

Once you got rid of his shirt your hands moved to touch his bare waist making your boyfriend flinch at the sudden touch. The feeling of your cold hands against his hot skin and the feeling of you sucking and slightly biting at his neck has him bucking his hips up as little whimpers escape his throat, desperate for some sort of friction.

"You're so needy hoonie~" you laugh, teasing him for how desperate he is. "It's not my fault" he says with his head thrown back. "Yeah? Who's fault is it then?" You ask as your hand moves from his waist to to his still clothed dick, palming him over the grown tent.

"ahh- yours" he moans out. "My fault?" You palm his a but harder to draw out moans from him which you succeed at. "mhm, you always make me feel so good, how could I not need you?" A bit of courage in his voice is shown as he answers you. "Fair point".

You stop palming him to undress him and yourself. "So good for me" you kiss his neck. "Turn around for me baby" he does as you tell him. You wet your fingers as best as you can since you don't have any lube and you don't want to hurt him.

"I already stretched myself" he says just before you can continue you actions. "Oh? Did you plan on doing this baby?" You ask, you move your wet fingers to your dick instead to get it wet, once again, to not not hurt your boyfriend. "mm you can say so, now quickly put it in already!".

You start to enter him and he grips the table in front of him. "So warm. So good" you say under your breath as you easily slip in. "My pretty baby" you start praising him. Your hands go to his hips and you start to thrust into him.

"did so good tonight, you know" you kiss his cheek, slowly picking it the pace. "You looked extra good today too, especially in that suit" you bite his neck and suck in hickeys again.

The noise of skin slapping, sucking noises and Sunghoons moans fill in the room. Good thing the room is sound proof.

"My good boy, yeah? Only mine." He turns his head to meet your eyes "only yours yn" he moans out. His eyes move to look down at your lips which you notice, you take this as a sign to kiss him. Your lips interlocking with his soft ones, you bite at his bottom lip causing him to whine. God you love how he sounds. You enter your tongue and explore his mouth with it.

"yn, feels so good" he moans out, almost collapsing on the table when you start fucking him harder. "So fcking good for me hoon, so good" your grip on his hips get tighter, almost bruising. Sunghoon is sure that you'll leave marks there and he's loving the thought of it.

He wants to be marked up by you in every way possible, whether its leaving bite marks, hickeys, bruises from tight grips or even being slapped or spanked. He loves it all, it makes him feel like you own him, and you do, he's yours and you're his.

Your thrusts never slowing down, only speeding up. You moved one hand to his pretty dick and jerk him off, helping him reach his high as you can feel yours building up.

You both pull away for air. "So- ahh good" Sunghoon moans out, his head hung low as he let's out pretty moans.

"You're perfect for me baby" you kiss his shoulder. He let's out a loud high pitched moan and that shows that you've found his sweet spot. "Right there" he whines.

"Gonna cum for me hoon?" He nods fast, he's really close. Your hand moves faster and so do your thrusts. Fucking him nice and deep.

With one loud moan of his he cums all over the table and your hand, you don't stop though. "fuck! Yn" his whole body collapses on the table as you continue to fuck him, chasing your orgasm.

"Just a bit more, okay? I'm close" one hand soothing his side and the other on his waist, keeping a good grip on him. His body jolts with every thrust of yours.

The overstimulation is so much and he loves it. Tears starting to fall down his soft cheeks from the pleasure. "please" he doesn't even know what he's asking for.

"where do you want me to cum?" You slowly down before it's too late. "Inside, please" he says desperately which you find cute. "Okay love" you pick up the pace again and cum in him, letting out a groan of your own when you do.

After staying inside him for a couple of seconds you eventually pull out. You watch as your cums flows out of him along his pretty thighs. "You look so pretty, oh my god" you nearly moan from the sight.

"Ughh it feels so sticky" of course the clean freak he is he whines about it, you chuckle at his cute reaction. "Okay, I'll get you cleaned up now" you say while still laughing a bit.

Taglist: @hee-poster @ness-iness @makiixuxii

[purplefangirl42]

If you're still doing requests, since you're already basically doing painter!reader, can you do a little ficlet of the aftermath of her art show? Or maybe Silco and Jinx visit her gallery and reader gets to gush about her art to them? I'm loving this mini series so much 🥺💙

Part 3 coming right up!

Part 1 Part 2

Tags: Fluff, Family Support

A long tired sigh left you as you leaned on the wall and slowly sank down to sit on the ground. The art exhibition had ended over an hour ago, with everyone finally clearing out of the designated space and leaving you alone with the other artists. You had been up to your eyeballs in tasks since you arrived that morning and this was the first opportunity you had been given to sit down. 

You let your eyelids droop closed as your head gently thudded against the wall behind you. All you needed was a few minutes to rest and then you would start packing things up to take them home. As you sat there, you heard the sound of approaching footsteps, but you decided to ignore them. That is, until you heard someone clear their throat above you. Your eyes snapped open to see the long legs you knew belonged to your husband, and your gaze lifted up to see his face.

“Yes?” you asked.

“Why are you sitting on the ground when there is a perfectly good chair right over there?” Silco asked, pointing to the aforementioned chair.

“Ground was closer.”

Silco offered you his hand, which you took and he helped pull you to your feet. You let out a loud groan as every stiff joint in your body protested to the sudden movement. You winced and stretched your arms up above your head in an attempt to sooth the aches and release the tension from your muscles.

“And you call me an old man,” Silco said with a soft chuckle. “Why don’t we go home?”

You gestured to the stuff around you and shook your head.

“I need to pack up my stuff first.”

“Don’t worry about it, darling. Sevika and her crew can handle it.”

“But…” you started before he held up his hand to stop you.

“It will all be taken care of and nothing will be in danger. I promise,” he said, grabbing your hand to pull you away from your booth. “Come now, Jinx is already fast asleep in the carriage.”

You laughed at the fact that your teenage daughter, who had done nothing but lounge around and eat more food from the exhibition vendors than someone her size should be able to, was the one that was passed out. Silco guided you to the carriage and helped you in before following you and closing the door.

When you arrived back at the Last Drop, you helped Silco get Jinx out of the carriage before he scooped her up in his arms to carry her to her bedroom. You held open the front door for him before making your way over to the bar to make yourself a drink.

“I’ll meet you up in your office when you’re done,” you said.

Carrying a drink for yourself and some fresh ice for the bucket on his drink cart, you climbed the stairs and walked down the long hallway to Silco’s office. You placed the ice in it’s designated spot before plopping down on the couch and toeing off your shoes and tucking your feet underneath you. 

Silco joined you in his office after a short time and walked over to prepare his own drink before sitting down next to you on the couch. You leaned into his side as he wrapped his arm around you. You could feel your eyes start to droop again and you were honestly content to fall asleep there and now.

“Don’t make me carry you to bed as well,” Silco said. “It’s hard enough to do it with Jinx. As small as she is, she isn’t as light as you would think.”

“I believe in you, my big strong husband,” you murmured sleepily. 

Silco chuckled and turned his head to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

“I suppose we should get you to bed, you’ve had a long day.”

He fished your half-consumed drink from your hands and placed it on the table in front of you, putting his own drink beside it. You made a soft noise of protest at the movement and wrapped your arms around his midsection to prevent him from moving anymore.

“Can we just stay here? Just for a little while?” 

Silco tightened his grip on you, pulling you closer. 

“Very well, just a little while.”

The following morning as you were getting ready, Silco poked his head into the bathroom. He had the most ridiculous expression on his face, as if he was bursting with excitement and was trying to keep it contained. You laughed at the sight as you put the finishing touches on your hairdo for the day.

“Silco, what are you up to?” you asked. “I’m not sure I trust that expression you have on your face.”

“There’s something I want to show you,” he said, holding out his hand. “Come along, darling.”

You took his offered hand and followed him as he guided you through your shared bedroom, across his office, and down the hall to the stairs leading out to the back entrance of the Last Drop. He led you to a waiting carriage and ushered you inside.

“Where are we going?” you asked. 

“It’s a surprise. You’ll have to wait until we get there.”

The ride was not a long one, but Silco kept the curtains drawn to prevent you from looking out the window to see where you were going. He dismissed all your questions, telling you to wait and see. Eventually, the carriage rumbled to a stop and he reached out to open the door.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Of course I do, silly.”

“Then close your eyes.”

You sighed and followed his command, allowing him to guide you once again. You could feel the sun shining on your face, which meant that you had gone to a level much higher up where it could shine through. The air still had the hazy feel of the Undercity but it was clearer and easier to breathe. You had to be in the upper promenade part, but you were unsure as to why.

“Silco…what’s going on?”

He shushed you and pulled you along until you heard the sound of a door opening. You were pulled inside a building and finally came to a stop. Silco released your hand and took a few steps away from you. You could hear him whispering to someone, but couldn’t make out what either of them were saying. You were getting a bit impatient, and wanted to know what kind of shenanigans your husband was up to. Luckily, he didn’t leave you waiting any longer.

“Open your eyes, darling.”

You did as instructed and were surprised to see not only Silco, but Jinx as well. She held her arms wide open, gesturing to the large room the three of you were standing in.

“Surprise!” she shouted.

You gazed around the large room and you could see several walls placed at various angles. On each wall were a few of your paintings, nicely framed and lit by small lights hanging above them. In the center of the room stood a self-portrait you had done a few years ago with a large sign above it, which was covered in large uneven blue and pink lettering that read: MEET THE ARTIST.

It was a gallery. A gallery of your art. You were speechless as you walked around taking in every painting of yours that was neatly labeled. There were even a few stands with some other non-painting projects you had done over the years, pottery and glass work mostly, sitting on them. You spun to face your husband and daughter, who were both standing waiting eagerly for your reaction.

“You did this for me?” you asked, tears starting to form in your eyes. “Is this why you wouldn’t let me pack up my paintings last night.”

Silco nodded and gave you one of his rare smiles. Jinx bounded over to you and engulfed you in a tight embrace, nearly knocking the wind out of you with the force of her collision with your body.

“Do you like it?” she asked. “It was dad’s idea, but I helped!”

“Yes, sweetheart. I love it.”

She squeezed you tighter for a moment before releasing you only to grab your hand and eagerly pull you across the room. 

“There’s something else you need to see!” 

Silco followed the two of you silently as Jinx pulled you to a set of curved metal stairs that ascended to a small loft. You followed her up and were surprised to find a smaller version of your studio from home.

“I thought maybe you would sometimes like a change of scenery,” Silco said as he reached the top of the stairs behind you. “To inspire you to create new things.”

You turned to him and gave him a teary smile. Releasing Jinx’s hand, you stepped towards him and wrapped your arms around his middle. 

“Thank you. I don’t know how to say how much this means to me.”

“I’m glad you like it, darling.”

[live-laugh-loverpool]

Text Conversation XXIV: World Cup Group Chat 5

Tags: @millythegoat, @alissonbecksfan234, @moomin279, @lfc-fanfiction, @rist-mlts

Virg: Well, there goes Argentina

EgyptianKing: to where?

Dejan: To the semis 🙃

Ali: VIRGIL I’M SORRY

Virg: For what?

Ali: I JINXED IT

Virg: You believe in that?

Ali: I said “beat Argentina” and Netherlands lost. It’s official 😭 I’m bad luck

Hendo: ALISSON RAMSES BECKER

Hendo: What would the boss say if he saw you beating on yourself like that?

SarcasticMilner: That it was well-deserved

Ali: For once Milly, you’re right

Hendo: ALI NO

Hendo: You’re lucky I’m in England camp Milly, or I’ll give you a proper kick up the—

Harvito: Hello

Virg: HARVEY

Virg: I’M COMING BACK HOME

Ali: I’m already on a flight to Dubai

Dejan: Where did that week long BREAK go, Alisson?

Ali: I miss the other guys ☹️

Ali: And the boss 🥺

SarcasticMilner: Honestly Dejan, did you even need to ask?

Dejan: You have a point, Milly

SarcasticMilner: We’re looking for three points vs. Lyon

Dejan: Better not play the women’s team, their captain could assassinate our attack single-handed

Ibou: ALLEZ LES BLEUS

Hendo: NO

Hendo: JUST NO

Ibou: You’ll deprive an innocent child of his dream? 🥺

Hendo: We have TWO innocent children here on England: Trent and Jude

SarcasticMilner: Trent’s only half innocent. I told you Robbo’s a bad influence

Robbo Hoodie: I heard that 😐

SarcasticMilner: Robbo! 🤐

Harvito: Take that advice for yourself, man

Fabi: How's Lucho?

Harvito: Not good

Harvito: Me and Fabio have tried everything to cheer him up, but to no avail 💔 He’s heartbroken

Ibou: Curses

Virg: You’re right, curses. But I’m not going to say them

Ali: I’ve heard you swear

Virg: NOW LISTEN HERE, YOU GOALKEEPER WITH EXCELLENT FACIAL HAIR—

Ali: 🥺

Virg: It’s okay, you’re good

Virg: Just not entirely innocent

Hendo: The boss begs to differ you, Virgil

Ali: That’s why I’m going back to where I’m loved and cared for

Taki: Wish I could say the same about my team

Ali: We care for you here 🥰

Taki: WHERE’S THAT REFEREE

Taki: I’LL HAVE MAYA CUT HIM DOWN WITH A SAMURAI SWORD

SarcasticMilner: Can I join Maya? I like him already

Taki: No, you’ll contaminate him

SarcasticMilner: NOW LISTEN HERE, YOU—

Hendo: 👀 I’m WATCHING you, James Milner

EgyptianKing: Have you forgotten I’m here? 🇪🇬👑

SarcasticMilner: Yes 😒 And I wish you’d remained quiet so I could continue to forget

Ali: I’m coming in tomorrow morning

SarcasticMilner: I’ll send a memo to the boss to pick up his child 😒

Hendo: Here’s a more constructive question: when are you coming back, Fabi?

Fabi: In a couple of days. I need a vacation 🏖

Virg: I’m coming back immediately. You all better have FOX Sports turned off, because I’m not watching the rest of the World Cup

Ibou: What about for me and Hendo and Trent?

Virg: Still not watching

Dejan: You’re just bitter because ONE centerback actually got to the semis

Dejan: Which centerback? Why, the one you sold

Virg: YOU FILTHY ANIMAL

Dejan: That came rather fast 😎😎😎💅💅💅

SarcasticMilner: He’s just bitter, Ibou

Ali: How are the kids doing? I miss them 🧒🧒👶👶💮🔥💎🔔🐦☃️

Ibou: Let me guess. 💮 is Florrie because her first name is Flora, 🔥 is Kairo because it sounds like pyro-, 💎 is Henrietta because you call her “little gem”, 🔔 is Grace because she loves music and sound, 🐦 is Ellie because she keeps pestering Ludger, and ☃️ is Tristan because he’s obsessed with Olaf

EgyptianKing: OH GOD NO

EgyptianKing: If I see Frozen one more time I’m DEAD

SarcasticMilner: Welcome to my world

Robbo Hoodie: LET IT GO LET IT GO CAN’T HOLD IT BACK ANYMORE

Virg: JUST NO

Harvito: Gracie said another new word yesterday

Ali: Oh! 🤗 She did?

Hendo:  What did she say?

Harvito: She stood on her fat little legs, ran up to the boss, and called him Opa

EgyptianKing: AWWW🥰

Harvito: You were there, Mo!

EgyptianKing: Yeah, but it’s still cute

Ali: WHY did I miss that 😭😭😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 Baby Grace

SarcasticMilner: Guess it’s official, huh? The boss is officially a grandpa

Hendo: I thought we concluded that since we adopted Florrie

Harvito: And Tristan wouldn’t stop crying until we read him his snowman book for the thirtieth time

Ali: The wonders of childhood

Dejan: Ali, just adopt them already

SarcasticMilner: Are we surprised? 😒

(Everybody has deserted the chat.)

(SARCASTICMILNER has ended the chat.)

[divinegrey]

ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ / ᴊɪɴx x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

wrote this as a little cooldown prompt to end my night! hope it's good :D

prompt: hey honey, can you please do a jinx imagine in which the fem reader is from piltover but after meeting jinx she falls in love with her and decides to join her?? please that would be too good 🥺

words: 2052

warnings: mentions of sexual themes, drinking, cursing, typical jinx hijinks

Truth be told, you hate Piltover.

You despise the stuffy fashion, the sense of superiority that everyone has that compliments the sticks up their asses, and worst of all, the people are just downright awful. Sure, you’ve gone down to Zaun and seen what they have to offer, but at least the people there are truthful about their awfulness.

In Piltover, it’s all disguised under gilded smiles and honeyed words. You hate it.

The only reprieve you ever get is the weekly trip you take to the Undercity. You get into your grungiest outfit possible, throw a hood over your head, and make the trip down into the Lanes to get your fix of fucking freedom. Some days, you consider just abandoning your life in Piltover, to say fuck it and just throw yourself into Zaun. Would it be all that great? You’re not sure.

Maybe you don’t want to know the answer.

You push your way into the Last Drop. This place has become something like a second home to you. Maybe that’s putting it too highly since you’ve barely managed to escape a handful of bar fights before they get nasty, but you get the sense that people just like you are here to disappear from reality for a bit. The Shimmer fumes that people inhale certainly seem to indicate that.

Right when you get to the bar, somebody is being dragged out by the guards. You’re more than happy to fill in the spot, flagging down the bartender to order your usual. Theiram, as you’ve learned, seems to recognize your face. As much as you do try to blend in, you give off Piltie vibes.

But like anyone else, you’re here for a drink and to let go of your stress.

Something feels off tonight. Theiram is a little hesitant in making your drink. The bar itself is a bit quieter, as is the rest of the club. You notice Theiram repeatedly glancing upward at the rafters and damn, what’s so interesting about the rafters?

You take your drink from the counter and spin around in the stool. Your curiosity gets the better of you— you look up.

Huh. Didn’t expect that of all things.

Hanging by one of the beams of the Last Drop is what appears to be a woman. Long blue hair in twin braids going down her back. It’s hard to see, given the shadows and the lighting, but you swear you see clouds on her arms and torso. Tattoos?

You’re not here to judge. You’re here to forget.

You merely raise your drink up to the woman in the rafters as a toast, then guzzle half of it. Whatever Zaunites put in their alcohol gives it a goddamn punch, and you’re fucking glad to have it. Makes things easier to shove away into the back of your brain. Your job is the last thing you wanna think about at the moment, and the drink makes it all too easy to do that. You consider the possibility of being an alcoholic, but if you only come to Zaun once a week, can you really be considered a habitual drinker?

Whatever. Doesn’t matter.

“Hit me with another,” you tell Theiram. He obliges happily.

Somewhere between your second and third drink, you leave to go take a piss in the bathroom. The hallways are quiet compared to the main dancefloor, to the point where you can actually hear your own heartbeat as you sit on the toilet and feel your thoughts in your brain while you wash your hands. That’s simply a sign of the fact that you need more alcohol in your bloodstream, right?

You leave the bathroom, entering an empty hallway. You move towards the bar again, already having the drink you want in mind.

Only to find yourself being shoved up against the wall. Guess those drinks you had earlier were enough to dull your hearing senses into fuzzy nothingness because you hadn’t even heard anyone moving behind you.

“Oh, shit, hi,” you say, staring into the eyes of the woman you saw from the rafters above. You glance to the side at her arm caging you in against the wall, almost shielding you from the main area of the bar. You clear your throat. “Uh… need somethin’?”

“You’re from Piltover, aren’t ya?” Her voice is shockingly crisp. It’s borderline refreshing to hear.

“What gave that away?” You tilt your head to the side, mimicking her.

“Other than the fact that ya looked too damn clean and a little too stiff until you had a drink in you? Nothin’ much,” the woman says. “Name’s Jinx. Stands for Jinx. You?”

Dutifully, you give her your name. Jinx rolls it around in her mouth a few times and she gives you a sharp-toothed smile.

“Say, wanna cause some chaos?” Jinx asks, coming closer to you. She’s twirling her gun in her hand and you’d be lying if you weren’t interested in the machinery of it all. You’re not an engineer up on the surface for nothing. “It’s feelin’ a little too stuffy around here and I’d like to gently remind everyone to pull their heads out of their asses and have some real fun. You in, cutie?”

“I go along with your scheme, what exactly is in it for me?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Fuckin’ Pilties, always bargaining for something. Gotta hand it to you, you’re bold, I like that,” Jinx says, tapping the nozzle of her handgun on your sternum once, twice, then a third time. She narrows her eyes at you. “You any good with bombs?”

“I was something of a chemist on the surface. I know the difference between nitro and dynamite,” you reply a little unhelpfully, but Jinx doesn’t seem to notice. If anything, she looks even more excited.

And that’s how you end up exploding half of the dance floor in a haze of laughing gas. Turns out, the kind of explosive that Jinx actually meant was the kind that made people go temporarily crazy. You, luckily, didn’t experience such effects due to Jinx pulling you out before it could pull you under its dragon grip, but it didn’t make watching people fall over in fits of giggles any less funny.

“We should probably get outta here before people start comin’ after us, toots, you got a place to hide or what?” Jinx is on you. Literally on you, practically hanging herself around your body with a giddy, maybe drug-addled smile, but she’s goddamn pretty, and you’re willing to admit that straight to her face.

“My place has a pretty nice bed,” you suggest. “I know people down here hate Piltie’s… surely you can forgive my heinous crime of being a Topsider for one night, can’t you?”

You never considered yourself good with words, but it must’ve been good enough for Jinx because you’re high-tailing it back to the surface and giggling all the way home to your apartment on the third floor. She starts kissing you and there’s the faint taste of sweetmilk mixed with something sharp on her tongue and truth be told, going down into Zaun tonight might’ve been the best choice.

It’s a little bit of a mess, laughing in between kisses and scrambling to pull clothes off that end up in heaps on the ground, never to be seen again as the two of you fall into your somewhat spacious bed. You’re grateful you gave yourself the dignity of changing your sheets that morning, but you get the feeling Jinx wouldn’t have cared either way; her eyes are on you, and only you for the entirety of the night.

Truth be told…

You expect her to be gone in the morning.

Lo and behold, she’s right there when you wake up, face buried into the pillow next to yours and her hand holding onto your arm. This is likely the first time you’ve ever seen one of your hookups stay instead of fleeing back into the darkness. You wonder what's different this time.

Jinx’s eyes open and within those eyes, you find your answer. She’s even more beautiful in the morning light of your apartment, no shadows to obscure her expression. She’s gorgeous, and you tell her so. She slaps you in the chest, prompting you to cry out in mock pain (“my tit!”), and then you’re both giggling again until she’s picking her clothes off the floor and you’re kissing her goodbye at the door.

It isn’t the only time this happens again. Every week, you go back into the Undercity, and every week, you end up back in your bed with her.

One morning, with Jinx’s head resting on your chest and your arms around her, you consider the possibility that there’s more to this than lust. After all, you have learned substantially more about her over the small period of time you’ve known her. She’s Silco’s daughter— the crime lord of the Undercity. That doesn’t scare you that much. She learns you’re an engineer, working for the city’s dams and in charge of maintenance for the sump systems that divert floodwaters from rain into the ocean.

You learn. She learns.

“Hey, toots?”

“Yeah?” You look down at her, stroking your hand idly on her sharp jaw. She’s all skin and bones, but there are layers of well-earned muscle beneath it all.

“Why don’t you just come into the Undercity with me?”

It’s a tempting offer.

“What would I even do down there?” You reply, adjusting so that you’re more directly face to face with her for this conversation. Quietly, she mutters a few things to herself— retorting sharply back to a voice you never hear— before looking at you again.

“I’ve seen the designs on your blueprints. You don’t wanna work the fucking dams and sump systems. Come with me; we can design whatever we want, whenever we want! Nothin’ is tying you down here— no family, no nothin’.” Jinx blinks at you. You realize she actually sounds a little bit… nervous. “Whaddaya say, toots?”

You put your thumb over the ridge of her lips. “Where would I stay?”

“With me.” Jinx’s eyes flicker away for a split second. “If… if ya wanted.”

“Jinx, are you asking me to move in with you?” The skin-splitting grin on your face makes Jinx groan and push you away.

“Moment fuckin’ ruined! Never mind, forget I asked,” Jinx says, waving her hand at you as she sits up and swings her legs over the side of the bed. You’re quick to follow, wrapping your arms around her and putting your lips to the back of her head. You love her hair, the residual smell of gunpowder mixed with something sweet that lingers to the blue strands.

“I never said no,” you whisper. Jinx turns her head to look at you. “I’ll do it. As long as you let me bring a few things from Piltover down to Zaun.”

“Like what?”

“Bedsheets, for one,” you say, cracking a smile. “Too many memories on these to let them go. Plus all of my equipment. And my clothes, though I have a distinct feeling you’ll get me new ones anyway.”

“So— so it’s real, you actually wanna come with me?” Jinx seems to be in complete disbelief. You sit beside her and put your hand on her cheek.

“I do. Believe it or not, despite us just having fun, I’ve… developed some feelings for you. Unprecedented, but… if you’re willing, then I’m willing, and I’d like to see where things go. Get a taste of the Undercity from your perspective,” you say, dropping your hand to her bare thigh to give it a reassuring squeeze.

Jinx stares at you for the longest time, then shows her teeth in a smile you think you’ll never forget for a long time. She throws her arms around you in a tight hug.

You end up in the bed for a few minutes more (read; a lot more), but it’s worth it, to see her joy blossom like that.

You go the other side with Jinx.

Honestly? Probably one of the best decisions you’ve made. It’s smelly, it’s gross, but hey… you’re free.

Plus, you end up having one of Zaun’s most feared criminals as your girlfriend. That’s the bonus.

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A/N: gentle reminder, prompts are still closed folks. don't come and give me one and expect me to write it, okay?

[gaypirate420]

Reader!gn finds toddler Jinx and falls in love immediately. Silco is against this whole 'let's play happy family' until little Jinx call Silco 'Dada' 🥺 Sorry for my english

There you go, mate!, I change it a little I'm sorry.

You don't know shit about my family// Silco.

Silco x gender neutral reader.

Silco is a grumpy little man, this turned a little angsty and short.

After Jinx basically choose you and Silco to be her parents the tension between you and the drug lord was a little rough.

He was very uniterested on taking care of her in a more lovely way, which leaded to several disagreements and fights with eachother.

"What are you doing with that, my love?" He asked you when he spotted the little monkey plushie you got on your hands.

"It's for Jinx" You said with a smile.

"You have being doing this a lot recently...you are spoiling her" He lights up his cigar, you furrowed your eyebrows.

"And what about it?" You asked.

"We are not her parents, we are just giving her a place to stay and food, nothing more" His eyes meet yours.

"Silco—"

"Don't blind yourself, my love, she is not our daughter, how many times am I going to repeat this?" He stated.

"You're right—" You said low.

"She is not our daughter, she is my daughter" You slammed the door of his office when you left, Silco sighed and keep working.

"Hey Jinx, look what I got you" You said entering her room.

"A monkey!" She yelled with emotion, she grabbed it and give it a big hug full with love.

"I love him!"

"I'm glad you liked it, little one" You can't help but smile at the scene, you picked her up and kiss her cheek.

"Now it's time to sleep, my little monkey" You said walking to her bed, you placed her gently.

"I love you" She whispered, you gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too" You grabbed a blanket and began to tuck her in with kindness.

"Where's Papa?" She asks, shit, you promised her Silco would tuck her in tonight.

"Working, I'm sorry, Jinx" Your hearth broke when you saw her little smile fade away.

"Good night" She said and hide under her blankets, you sighed and stood up, you tell her good night from the door and closed it.

You got into your room and locked it.

You showered and got into your pijamas.

"Let me in" Silco said from behind the door, you didn't answer, you kept brushing your hair, you heard him trying to move the knob.

"I need to sleep, darling—" He said trying to hide the anger he felt.

"You can do it on your office" Your voice was closer to the door and harsh.

"My dear, this is ridiculous—"

"If you found all of this so silly, then I can go with Jinx somewhere else" You snapped.

"No, you can't- I need you—" He tried to open the door, his forehead touched the door.

"Jinx needs me too, I can't split myself in half"

"Dar—"

"Good night, Silco" You said, Silco saw that you turn off the lights, he sighed and got to his office.

He looked at the couch and rolled his eyes, he lay down and looked at the ceiling, he closed his eye and quickly falles sleep.

Fearing for tomorrow.

Will you actually leave?

He is filled with anxiety at the mere though of him just waking up and not finding you and Jinx.

"Wake up"

"Wake up"

"Dad! Dad! Wake up" He opened his eye and was greeted with a blue haired girl on top of him and little hands on his face.

"Wh-What?" He tried to focus on her and control his own breathing.

"I had a nightmare" She said, her eyes were puffy from crying.

"Tell—"

"No, I need you, please dad" She sobbed and rubbed her eye.

Wait, how did she called him?!.

"The couch is too small, let's go to your room, Jinx" He said softly, she stood up and grabbed her monkey.

"Would you like to tell me about it, child?" He asked standing up, oh night terrors, he is very used to them.

"It was about you" She lifted her hands and Silco hesitated but he picked her up.

"That you left me because you didn't love me anymore" She sniffed, Silco looked at her and feels bad.

"It was a dream, Jinx" He opened the door and walked into her room, she just looked at him with a sad face.

"It wasn't real" He assured, he got in and left her on the bed, she moved to a side and patted her bed, Silco layed besides her.

"Do you still love me, papa?" She asked hugging her stuffed animal, his hearth broke in a million pieces seeing her little face with tears and a shaky lip.

"Yes, Jinx...you are my daughter, nothing would make me leave you or stop loving you, nothing" He whispered, she gets closer and hugs him, he wraps his arm around her until she fell sleep, he joined her minutes after.

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You woke up and missed Silco's body on the bed, your hand reach for him but you sighed when the memory came back to you.

You sat on the bed and stare at nothing.

You sighed and got into the shower, you cleaned yourself and got dressed, you opened the door and walked to Jinx's room.

"Monkey? It's time to wake up" Your head peaks inside but there is no sigh of Jinx, only her bed done like you left it the day before.

"Jinx?" You called for her while you walked to Silco's office, you opened the door and he wasn't there, you sighed and began to panic, did something happen to them?.

"Silco?! Jinx?!" You walked downstairs but only meet Sevika.

"W-where are they?" You asked.

"I don't know, nobody except you had come here yet" She said, you sighed and got back upstairs, you got down to the kitchen and you got a big relief when you heard Jinx's laugh coming from there.

"Don't do that ever again" You said while you enter.

"Do what?" The little girl asked, Silco looks at you with worry, you looked a little shaken.

"I- Forget it, good morning" You got a kiss her cheek, your eyes meet Silco's while he sip his coffee.

"We were waiting for you" He said, you got closer to him and he kissed your forehead.

"What for?" You looked at him.

"To eat together!" Jinx shouted, you looked at her and smiled, then your eyes returned to Silco.

"Oh really, that sounds amazing" you turned around to the bar and make Silco turn too.

"Explain" You whispered to him, you were still a little mad, he understands you too well, you think he is just giving Jinx love to make you happy and stop this fight.

"Hm, long story" He said with a little smirk, you didn't say nothing and grabbed a mug from the top shelf.

"Stay here please, don't leave me, and don't take our daughter with you, I need both of you, I'm sorry for being...a little stubborn" said Silco with a whisper, you arched your eyebrow while you made your coffee.

"Very stubborn" He corrected himself, you meet eyes with him.

"I would lose everything for her, even my own life" You said serious.

"And I don't think different than you, but it did take me longer to realize that, promise—" He admitted.

"We'll stay, Silco, I'm sorry too, I was a little too hard last night"

"You seem anxious, my lovely" He said, you sighed and breath deep, his hand goes to your shoulder.

"Sorry about that, I thought something happened to you and Jinx" You said, Silco hummed and grabbed your hand.

"Are you guys done with the whispering? I want my pancakes, pleaseeeee" Jinx said, you chucked and turn around, you gave her a look and a smirk, you pointed to Silco and she gasped.

"Oh! oh! Dad?" She lean on the table, you grabbed your mug and sat besides her.

"What is it, little one?" He asked.

"Can you make the pancakes, pretty please" She said with a smile, Silco looks at you and you have a smile on your face that you are failing to hide.

"Fine" Silco said, he goes to the drawer and grabbed a green apron.

"You have to wear the pink one! The one with the bears!" You said with a smile.

"I don't—" Silco protests.

"If you don't wear the pink aprooooon..."

"Then you can't feel the love!" Jinx completed, Silco sighed but he obey.

"You look so handsome, my love" You said.

"This doesn't leave this room" He said pointing at your with a spatula, you giggle and with your hands pretend to zip your mouth.

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A/N: i love this so much,even though I didn't give it the best ending.

[dearlymrme]

Can you write Silco being with his s/o during labour and delivery pls🥺🥺🙏🙏

My first beautiful anon. Yes, I can!!!

The months of your pregnancy your brain was filled with well-justified questions: What did labor pain feel like? How painful is childbirth?

Both you and Silco had read the books and asked your doctor questions, but what did paper and a man know about childbirth? Your mother was no longer around to ask, you had no other family. One day you nervously stepped through the doors of the clinic to find a woman sitting in the wait with her daughter and instantly was asking her questions.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude-”

“First time? Oh, you’ll be fine. It’s not as bad as some people make it out to be.” She had advised and you trustingly took her word for it. What would later be a mistake.

Once again you find yourself in the bathroom at around five in the morning. Just to use the bathroom, thankfully the morning sickness was already done and over with. You were washing your hands and staring at your tired self in the mirror. Your bulging stomach pronounced with stretch marks that while you found unappealing Silco had taken to littering them with love and affection, soft kisses placed at your stomach that had you feeling nothing but cherished.

You brush your thumb over one patch of marks and smile.

You didn’t consider yourself much of a vain person but Silco made the comment that you had never looked more beautiful. Jinx, blessedly had taken the news well, over excited and assaulting the two of you with names but creative, made-up and-

“Rocket is a nice name for a girl but we still don’t know if they’re going to be a girl. You may have a baby brother Jinx.”

“Then how about Bang?” And you bite your lip and give Silco’s raised brow a little glance because that actually sounded kind of nice.

You're interrupted from your daydream by a tight throb from your lower abdomen. It didn’t hurt too bad, so little in fact that you considered it just gas and went back to bed.

Eight in the morning and you are woken up by a swift kick of pain to your lower stomach. It had you gasping and curlin in bed. Had you been standing it would have knocked your legs out from under you. It was an intense pressure, traveling down your stomach from low into your pelvis, a serious cramp that felt worse than any other you’ve ever had.

You are in the midst of regaining your breath before it’s once again knocked out of you, this time it’s worse. You feel your mouth opening, you know you let out a pained shriek but you can’t hear it. Horrid heat laces through your lower abdomen.

You fight it, you fight it tooth and nail. You hear white noise and all you can focus on is the incredible cramping and since fighting was losing out, flight kicked in and you are out of bed and back into the bathroom before another cramp hits and you are griping the sink for dear life.

There is a slight jolt, you're given a small shake by firm hands on your shoulder and your eyes snapped open, when had you closed them? Burning red as hot as molten rock stares at you with its twin blue primary. His mouth is moving, a spit command.

“Breath!”

You suck in air and sobs and the world comes back into focus. Silco is there, just woken up but entirely alert as he looks you over and he almost looks panicked but Silco doesn’t get panicked. That can’t be right. But right now you’re too busy enjoying the momentary bliss of relief before the next wave hits…The con-what are they called?

“It’s time.” Silco states.

“I’m…not due…for another-” Silco levels you with an emploring and concerned stare. He sets a warm hand on your stomach and soothes it.

“That’s up to them, not us.”

It hadn’t taken you long to get ready. Given how soon you were due, Silco felt it was close enough time to have a bag already packed and waiting to go. You felt the baby was going to come immediately given the cramps--contractions, that’s what they were called. Silco assured you there was time. He reminded you of what the doctor of the clinic had said, that there would be time to get ready, don’t rush too much. Remain calm, keep breathing.

Jinx was practically sleep-walking her way out the door with you. You’re not even sure she heard you when you had told her that you were going into labor.

“Mm comin’.” She snoored as she shucked on her boots and was led out the door by leashing her fingers to the back belt loop of Silco’s pants. While he had gotten moderately dressed, as in, a pair of pants complimented with his crew neck nightly shirt both you and Jinx had forgon traditional clothing to brave the clinic in your pajamas.

You may as well have went nude because as soon as you got in the carriage your water broke, and then when you got the room the nurse had barked for you to strip and gave you a thin paper gown.

This happened in a span of an hour in a half…And when the doctor arrived to check on you he had the audacity to say that you weren’t ready.

“Your water just broke. You still have a few hours to go before you’re dilated enough.” And you have the sudden need to see his teeth broken on the floor. You lifted to make that vision a reality before Silco put his hand on your knuckles and pulled it back down to hold with his at your side.

“We need him alive, dear.”

You were told to make yourself comfortable and Jinx happily took up the offer by collapsing into one of the nearby chairs and fell back asleep.

You can’t though. You can’t sit still. You feel like if you lay down the next wave of pain might just drown you. You slowly pace the room with your hands pressed against your lower back as now the pain has moved there, a knife twisting jab that has you whimpering.

“What about the epidural?” You whine sucking in breath through your teeth as another cramp hits.

Silco, in his own chair by the bed, looks up from the book he had brought, a bright creamy colored cover of ��What to Expect When You’re Expecting.’ and frowns.

“You're not dilated enough for it.”

“And just how long am I supposed suck it up for!?” You growl.

“Considering what time they started and when we got here? And according to this--?” He waves the book. “It could be about two more hours.” You lift your head back and whine. Silco takes this cue to close the book and pat the bed.

“Lay down, my lovely. You’ll feel better.”

“How is laying down going to help me feel better?!” Your growling turns into whimpering as your back goes straight with another tear jerking cramp before it subsides and you turn around and stagger back to the other side of the room for the fifth time now.

“If you lay down I will show you.” And you sniff, wiping your eyes as they had gone gummy at some point and waddle your way over to the bed, painstakingly getting into it and laying atop the covers.

Then Silco climbs into bed with you. When you realize what he has planned you shuffle over to give you both the room you need, which it’s not a big bed, it’s a little cramped but when Silco gather’s you in his arms and holds you to his chest you practically sag.

His skin feels soft and warm against yours and you sniffle as you rest your head against his chest and nuzzle into him. The clean smell of him helps you with your breathing. His hand brushing through your hair makes you feel safe despite the pain triggering your fight response. His legs tangle with yours and with each hiss as another contraction hits he places a rewarding kiss to the crown of your head as you manage to suffer through it.

The room echoes with your soft whimpers, his soft humming, and Jinx’s loud snoring.

It goes on for two and a half more hours before you feel the need to push and Silco gets the doctor. The man arrives already dressed for operation and is fitting you in the bed with the stirrups. Silco is shaking Jinx by her shoulder to wake her.

“Jinx. Jinx, wake up. You need to go out into the hall. You're too young to see this.”

“K” She gets up without opening her eyes, pillow cradled closely to her chest, Silco guides her towards the door. She gives a little tired wave to you that you try to return without grimacing.

This is the absolute worst pain you have ever been in, in your entire life and you haven’t even been stabbed.

Silco’s fingers give a small pop as you clench at his hand, holding him down. The man, bless him, doesn’t complain at the tightness of your fist. He gives as good as he gets while standing beside you, maintaining a supporting point of contact that you need. Support, everything he had been throughout this pregnancy and will be and more. He stands next to you and the labor bed as the doctor ducks his head between your legs.

It’s a process. It was already painful but this is life alerting and you’re practically threatening Silco’s life for doing this to you.

“It takes two.” He hisses as you give a punishing squeeze of his hand from his sass.

“It’s crowning.” The masked man in scrubs says. He gives a glance up from his position to Silco, still with nervousness in his eyes, knowing that if something goes wrong he will likely be dead by the end of the day. It won’t be Silco he needs to worry about, if this doesn’t kill you then you’ll be the one after his throat. He then looks at you and gives a nod. “Just one more big push.”

“I can’t.” You sob because it feels like it’s tearing you open, a blistering hot stretch that feels like you're being snapped apart.

“Yes, yes can.” Silco urges and gives his own firm squeeze. “You’re almost there, my lovely. You can do it. You’re almost done and then we get to meet them.” He lifts that hand and presses a kiss to your knuckle.

“Don’t you want to meet them?” He asks because you all do. Him, Jinx in the hall and likely woken up by now given your screaming, and you. Yes, you want to meet them. You’ve been wanting to meet them for nine months.

You scream as you try to bring your child into the world.

Your face is hot with tears as they streak messily down your cheeks. Your face is hot as every draw of breath pushes blood to your cheeks from force of exertion. Your knuckles white as you clench Silco’s hand and the bedside bar with your other. Another scream, another push. Silco talks words of encouragement and praise into your ear.

“Almost. You can do it. They’re almost here.”

It had taken a hefty two hours of labor before there was an almost immediate relief and the garbling cry of a newborn infant. The sound has you falling limp in bed and sob half hysteric giggles as you hear your baby’s cry for attention, their first healthy breath of life.

“Congratulations. It’s a boy.” The doctor says, cleaning the baby--your son, off before laying him against your bare skin.

The skin contact feels like a soothing balm across a hot burn. You keep him close to your chest, still half dazed that it’s finally over and you’ve done it, this is it, this is your reward, and what a wonderful blessing it is.

You gaze down and press a kiss to his small mop of black hair, more than able now to ignore the follow up contractions of the afterbirth. Your attention is too focused on him. How perfect he is. How beautiful he is. You’re crying for a completely different reason now and can’t stop smiling. You look to your side at Silco, expecting to see the same expression. But it’s not there.

His face betrays no emotion. You can see his jaw flex as he clenches his teeth, as though he wants to say something but is holding back the words. He had released your hand and now he lay clenches at his side as blue and burning red trace every bit of detail on his newborn's face.

“Silco.” You murmur, exhausted. His gaze snaps to you, there is a kind of fear in his eyes and for a second you think that perhaps he is having second thoughts. Perhaps this is what it took for him to realize that this isn’t what he wants. You quickly and violently pound away those thoughts because no, that’s not what this is. That’s not who he is. He’s simply processing this.

And you were right because then he gives you a soft smile, one of pure love and adoration. It’s eyes that are normally shared between him, you, and JInx and now he has another he can gaze at with such soft warmth.

“Do you want to hold him?” He opens his mouth and closes it looking between you and your son and that trepidation is back. No, he’s not backing out, he is second guessing himself like most father’s do when confronted with their baby for the first time. You watch his throat bob as he swallows hard and you smile at him.

“What if--”

“You won’t drop him, Silco. Remember the doll?” It had been a hefty doll. Approximately how much the baby would potentially weigh. It was in order to figure out how to properly hold the child, support the head, grow used to holding the weight and how to carry.

Silco clears his throat and approaches closer, ready for the infant and you gently coax your son into his father’s awaiting arms.

He’s perfect, he’s practiced, cradling his son close and keeping his neck supported and looks down at his newborn with shock and awe in his eyes. You watch with a smile on your face as he swipes his thumb against his child's face and simply stares at him.

And then you see his throat bobbing again, his jaw clenching, and his eyes flutter. He takes a deep and stuttering breath before a disbelieving smile breaks on his face and his eyes cloud with tears.

Silco tenderly pressed a kiss to the crown of his head.

[superbattrash]

Arcane thoughts part9

let me just preface this by saying: AAAHHHHHHHHHHH

“make me” damn alright, maybe it’s bi vi after all 

then again that was not a ‘make me so that we can fuck’ that was a ‘I'll kill you before I'll give these back’ so maybe not 

oh thank god, you wouldn’t have won that, Jayce 

also me @ my sis right now: THIS IS THE LAST EPISODE, NOTHING WILL GET RESOLVED, THEY DON’T HAVE TIME, THEY’RE ALL DEAD AREN’T THEY

she ain’t alone, jayce, you asshat, she’s got Caitlyn unless jinx already killed her

I'm in love with how awful Silco is, there I said it, I hate him so much that I love him, damn it 

oh Viktor. yes, you did that. you killed her. you didn’t mean to, but you did

don’t take her letter to mean that it’s okay, hon, it isn’t. she’s gone because you had to meddle with this, and I know you didn’t mean to and that you’re sorry but now would be a good time to just stop

I know you’re not gonna stop

it is so controlling you. god damn herm- her- the professor was right 

oh no, not you again. go home lady, I hate you and not in an I-love-you-for-being-so-bad way

and now you’re dying again? GOD DAMN CRAPPY ASS MAGIC

okay for a second there I was sure she was gonna kill him, man, I almost had a heart attack

are you - are you seriously making a deal with him?????

would you seriously sell jinx out???? also now that we’re back to her WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE

oh my god we’re coming full circle. “What are you willing to lose?” and you’re there talking to him because he WAS your brother, he really was. god damn it, arcane, you’re too cruel to me 

oh god no, you weren’t supposed to be there baby, I'm so sorry 

oh. you’re gonna take all of them on by yourself? damn it, of course you are

the neck cracking HELL YEAH 

what the - HOW ARE YOU LOSING, AGAIN?????

oh. Vander 🥺 

that is some techno ass show, that is, but at least she won

OH FUCK THAT SCARED THE HELL OUTTA ME

“what? giving the poor oppressed people what they want/need? that’s preposterous!!!!” Jesus Christ people 

please don’t be a jump scare, please don’t be a jump scare 

oh god no, please, p, don’t bring Caitlyn into this, please 

oh god I almost screamed

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING, SHUT THE FUCK UP SILCO, I AIN’T LOVING YOU NO MORE, SOMEONE FUCKING KILL HIM

I sort of actually believe him but then again not really maybe I just wanna believe that he wouldn’t trade her 

GOD DAMN IT POWDER, JINX, WHAT FUCKING EVER 

he’s gonna shoot, he’s gonna get the gun and fucking shoot

NO WAIT DON’T 

oh god

i am sobbing what the fuck is happening

I HATE HIM WHY THE FUCK AM I CRYING

there goes the last of her sanity, fuck

what THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK NO NO NO THIS FUCKING SHOW WHAT THE FUCK 

I CAN’T FUCKING BREATHE THAT FUCKING SUCKED WHAT THE FUCK

[creepweirdo]

hey emily, i wish we could swap climates we’ve got snow! snow! no one wants snow i almost fell just putting stuff in the bin dfnjsk i think any cql/mdzs spinoff would be good. imagine a baby xue yang one, or koi tower from mianmians point of view. (ok i’d watch anything tbh). yeah i’m hoping 2021 will be better! it was nice seeing my friend today but i miss us going to the cinema or out for food. just things that aren’t normal any more. i love your travel vouchers tho, that’s so cool! do you

have any ideas of what to do? my government are fools, so they would never, but i like your optimism. omg videos on facebook haha i think i found it on viki or somewhere, but i don’t remember? it wasn’t easy to find. i would love to see all your facebook friends freaking out at your zombie cultivator film ahh i love that we had the same ideas about sects! i didn’t know it about the jiangs until i looked it up, (idk if it’s in the book i don’t recall it?) but the wens have long been 🙄

i think while wwx was dead, nhs was pretending to be a fool but now he’s been exposed he is absolutely the best by far. i would love to see him helping out lwj in his chief cultivator role, all behind the scenes of course. poor jin ling! you’re right, but also that poor kid haha. i kind of wondered about the lans, much as i love them, who is leading them post cql? is lxc in seclusion? is it lqr still?? omg i forgot i had one before this one was well. but wow you’ve really stuck around!

it’s a hellsite but i love it. where else can i make gifs and scream about current obsessions and contribute to fandom. i just went into archive and i made this in jan 2016. wow. ok last set before the reveal!! (i stole this one from someone else bc i love it) who are you bringing with you on a roadtrip, cql edition? who is riding shotgun? who is driving? who is asleep and/or snacking non-stop? who is in control of the music? who is the navigator? and where are you going? and for non-mdzs tell

me three things that you are happy about or proud of yourself from 2020! let’s get positive before 2021 hits! or if that's hard - i know i didn't do as much as i wanted - any resolutions for 2021? /your cc💜💜

hi classified cultivator!!!!

lmaooo the visual of slipping while taking the bins out 💀😭 OMG a baby xue yang one!! please!

oh yeah! yay i’m glad your catch up went well ❤️ ahh so true - i honestly can’t believe that 2020 made going to the cinema and going out for food with a friend impossible/illegal! like WHAT.

if i could drive i would totally get a travel voucher and organise a road trip and winery tour or something!! ahahah there’s also this place in my state where it’s a “open-air museum” (according to wikipedia lol) made to be set in 1850s australia during the gold rush. i’m pretty sure ALL melbourne primary school aged kids have a school camp there and i would LOVE to go back. so yeah lmao the victorian government can fund me trying to relive my childhood HAHAHA.

LMAOOO maybe they’ll be inspired by australia 🥺💀 (also lowkey i think the two of us jinxed the 60 day no covid community transmissions because i JUST found out that there have been 3 locally acquired covid cases discovered today 😳🧍🏼‍♀️)

HAHAHA omg 💀💀i’m so so so tempted to put it on their feed and then see if anyone asks me about it. and yesss our minds ❤️ omg yes nhs helping lan zhan with the chief cultivator role would be so nice! HAHAH there are so many questions about post cql 💀 this is why fanfic is the best honestly

“it’s a hellsite but i love it” so so true 💀❤️ i recently acquired more brain rot - shipping luke skywalker and the mandalorian 😭😭 i’m actually obsessed. people’s minds are so massive.

ahahah omg perfect question ❤️ so with the travel voucher given to us by the victorian government, myself, nhs, mianmian, wen qing, and wwx would go on a road trip and spend a weekend getting absolutely wrecked at a winery (hopefully a cider brewery too bc i don’t like wine 💔) 💀 wwx would probably ride shotgun bc he’s needy like that but nhs, mianmian and i would have more fun riding in the back so it makes wwx sad LMAO wen wing of course is driving and navigating using the gps bc she doesn’t trust anyone and also is in charge of the music but she has taste so it’s all good. wwx is either snacking non stop or asleep there is no in between.

ooo that is hard!!! i’m totally blanking while trying to think about three things i’m happy/proud of 😳 like i know i must have achieved things but uhhhh mind empty 💔 i might go with the resolutions ahah!

my resolutions are to do driving lessons, get my license, and buy a car. i’ve been saving all year for a car 😁 i just need to actually learn how to drive 😳 all the experience i have is that i’ve sat in the drivers seat and driven like 5 metres LMAOOO.

that road trip question was so good!!! bahaha i stole SO MANY questions from other people and asked them to my partner ahaha. i mean uhhh, i got inspiration 🧍🏼‍♀️

how would you answer the road trip question, and what are you proud of/what are your resolutions for next year? ❤️😁

thank you for the questions!!

(omg ALSO I NEARLY FORGOT TO TELL YOU!!! i read a mianmian/wen wing fanfic the other day and it was really good!!! i’ll link it here!! it’s called for the peace inside my mind. it’s an arranged marriage pining everyone knows they love each other stupid gay people one)

[maggstar]

Hey, Maggie! I heard you call me so I come :3

How've you been, my love? I have a test this week and I've been struggling a lot to control the anxiety. I don't want to disappoint my parents, fams, and even my ownself. So I keep telling myself I should do the best and get a high score. But turns out it became something that I worry too much and here I am 🤚🏻😭

Enough about me, how's your exams going? I miss you more, bae 🥺 I wanted to come here often but the situation forced me to be busy the all time ugh </3 Sorry for being gone these days and not telling you anything <//3

Anw, I've read your newest fic! It's amazing. I knew you're an amazing writer, you've that potential girl 🤯 Keep going and have a nice day! 💗 (Don't skip your meals as well, I'd come more often after this <3) —🎱

Omg hi anonie, I'm so glad you replied ^^

I understand you so much on the school situation because I'm the same. Perfectionist at heart and it's my biggest enemy. It took me years to figure out grades aren't important and they don't determine your intelligence. Sure, people with straight A's might be clever, but intelligence and knowledge are different things:

"Knowledge is the collection of skills and information a person has acquired through experience. Intelligence is the ability to apply knowledge. Just because someone lacks knowledge of a particular subject doesn't mean they can't apply their intelligence to help solve problems."

In the end, intelligence is more important than the grades from your exams. Funny enough, I have found out that the nerds in my class actually lack intelligence compared to others. So don't forget, whatever result you'll get, accept it and learn from the mistakes if needed. Never let it affect your self-assurance! You're worth more than some stupid grades which everyone will forget about anyway.

I'm doing well, currently fighting the flu (I said my immune system was good, welp, I jinxed it haha).

And thank you for the feedback, sweetheart, it means a lot, especially from you! ^^

Take care too, please, don't stress over school. Life is too short to be worrying about such foolish things. Focus on yourself and your happiness. Love you :)

[sparkledfirecracker]

I AM SOOOOOOO EXCITED TO START THIS CHAPTER.

Okay all the hype out of the body, let’s get started.

Also take your time writing, no matter what, we’ll wait.

I wasn’t one of those women. 

I’ve never related to anything more than this line right there 🤣

Almost as soon as we saw the positive pregnancy test, the exhaustion hit me. It happened so suddenly that I tried to power through - thinking that it must be psychological - but when I found myself falling asleep almost whenever I sat down for more than two minutes, it became hard to ignore. Chris fretted and tried to convince me to rest as much as possible, but I was determined to delay any effects my pregnancy would have on Grayson and tried to keep going as much as I could.

I love how Chris is just like okay, no rest take your time and she’s not having it, because let’s be real those two could burn down a house 🤣

“I think we were right about this child being a demon,” I groaned as I leaned on the toilet after a particularly intense round of vomiting. “It might actually be trying to kill me.”

👀 not me staying out her way already when she started spewing about evil baby demon spawn.

“It’s totally normal,” I assured him. “Probably more normal than last time when I barely had any morning sickness. Fortunately, it usually doesn’t last the whole nine months, it should ease up in the second trimester.”

DON’T JINX YOURSELF THERE WHITNEY!!!!!! She’s gonna be sick and be that minority now right?

“I won’t die, Chris, I promise. I’m sure there are hundreds of pregnant women all around the world who are feeling exactly the same way that I am right now. It’s just part of the process sometimes, but if it gets worse then I’ll go to the doctor and see if she can give me anything to help with it.”

I’ve said it on numerous occasions, but these two are cute and I love how she always manages to ease down his anxiety.

“Alright, that’s fair. It’s just hard not to worry when you look so pale.”

✍️ find a man who says stuff like this

When we got to the fence of the little outside play area at Grayson’s school, he was so busy playing that he didn’t even notice our arrival. That was often how it was now that he’d been at school for just over a month and had settled in. It took about a week of rough goodbyes for him to get used to the idea, but he really did love going to preschool so he quickly accepted that Chris and I couldn't stay with him and was happy to stay by himself.

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH THE TINY STAR OF THIS SHOW 😍😍😍😍😍! My heart, I’m wondering how he’ll adapt to baby on the way. I’m just so curious. He’s gonna be a big brother too 🥺, he’s so grown up now.

“And Daddy,” he reminded him, earning a cheeky smile from Gray. “Am I old news now?”

Yes, yes you are, move over old man. Gray’s a momma’s boy now.

“I did!” Grayson nodded enthusiastically. “We made apple juice!”

I can literally see and hear the excited cheer while saying this in my head.

“Oh, darn,” I sighed. “Well, maybe we can make some at home sometime and you can show me how you did it.”

This is so cute, I love how she seems to want Gray to take power into his own and always wants to stimulate the learning process.

“Well, Jake’s mom was wondering if I could pass her phone number on to you,” Sandra explained. “She wants to set up a playdate sometime and they’re new to the area so she doesn’t know anyone. Would you be interested?”

👀 is Jake’s mum going to be the shitstirrer in this story? I wouldn’t be able to handle that. We know meatball has done some questionable things, but the things I’m thinking, would be unacceptable.

“Oh, I definitely will,” I insisted. “I’m sure Gray will love having someone to play with outside of school too.”

Look at this kid, making friends. Getting set up for play dates outside of school. Baby is all grown up now 🥺😭, where has time gone?

“Well, he’s had no trouble making friends,” she assured me. “He’s definitely buddied up with Jake, but he’s happy to play with anyone. Boys, girls, whoever is looking for someone to play with, he’s quick to include them.”

HE WILL BE SUCH A GOOD BIG BROTHER. Maybe some jealousy at first, which is okay, we can work through that, but AAAAAAHHHHH HE WILL DO AMAZING.

“One of the dads?”

😂😂😂😂😂 MEATBALL GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER OKAY.

“Yeah, right,” I scoffed, with a teasing smile. “If anyone has competition here it’s me. I’ve seen the way all the other moms look at you.”

Valid thought, but also sweetheart have we met the man? He’s crazy about you. He could’ve had anyone else, but instead he chose you, his baby mama.

“You are like any other dad,” I agreed. “Except you’re incredibly fucking hot.”

😏 exactly and we all know how that’s working out for you.

“I wouldn’t be so confident in that statement. I’m not everyone’s type.”

👀 do I sense meatball having insecurities of his own, I am shocked 😮

“Yeah!” Grayson grinned. “The park with the big slide!”

YES! Demand your stuff Gray, I fully support this. Big slides are life.

The nausea was thankfully not bad enough to have me throwing up again, but was too distracting to let me get any sleep so I resigned myself to curling up under the covers and hoping it would pass soon. 

I just want to make her a cup of herbal tea and a hot water bottle for some reason. Rest up sweetheart.

“Does it look like I’m feeling any better?” My words were snappy as I felt a flash of irritation at his silly question, but as soon as I saw the wounded look on his face, my annoyance immediately faded. “Sorry, I’m a little cranky and emotional which I’m completely going to blame on his baby because Grayson made me feel the same way, but no, I don’t feel any better.”

Be as snappy as you’d like darling, changing body comes with extra hormones. He wanted this baby, he should have to deal with the mood swings

“Oh, I was,” I insisted. “I remember when I was moving here, the Starbucks at the airport ran out of pumpkin scones and I cried in the bathroom for fifteen minutes.”

🤣🤣🤣 this is literally the best thing ever.

“I don’t mind, I’m used to it,” he assured me. “I missed Ethan’s birthday party one year when Carly was pregnant with Stella and she called me in a rage and told me that I was a “disgusting Hollywood sellout” so I think I can handle whatever you throw at me.”

Not me snorting out a laugh. I can’t, the ridiculousness of it is delightful to read. Because yes it can be so irrational 😂

I giggled again as I spoke, but the laughter made my stomach turn and I covered my mouth as I gagged at the sensation. My eyes were closed as I waited for the wave of nausea to pass, but I felt Chris slide his hand onto my stomach as he rubbed gently in an attempt to sooth me. He rested his head on my shoulder and kissed my collarbone gently, giving me a moment to recover before he spoke.

Not me swooning away at these cute little moments between them. Literally me thinking aaaaww he’s so sweet and cute.

“I’m sorry it’s so awful for you,” he insisted, nuzzling his nose against the underside of my chin. “I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better. I’d take on all the strain and hardship if I could.”

Good, because you put her into this situation in the first place.

“Chris, I’m fine,” I insisted. “It’s not pleasant, but it’s nothing I can’t handle and it will pass. Besides, it’s kinda nice in a weird way. When I was pregnant with Grayson, it didn’t feel real until I started showing because everything was going so smoothly so at least this way there’s unignorable evidence that we are actually having another baby.”

Here she goes reassuring the man with worries and anxieties. These two are something else and I love being given insight in their little bubble.

“Well, just in case you can, please stop making your mama so sick,” he said to my stomach. “We know that you’re in there and we’re so excited about you, but your Ma could use a break and you’ll have plenty of time to drive her nuts after you’re born.”

Not me screaming at this incredibly cute part, but also I could hear meatball state this in the most Bostonian accent ever.

“No, no, I’ve done well so far. It’s been hard not to tell my Ma, but I didn’t even tell anyone that we were gonna try. I thought it might get awkward if it didn’t happen very fast and people kept asking about it.”

Once this little cat will be out of the bag, there’s no going back. Oh these two are in for a shitstorm aren’t they?

“That would be great. It would be nice for our families to spend more time together. Ma would love your mom.”

🥺🥺, bring on thanksgiving already, skip the other months, fast forward. Family time

“What about your friends?” I mused. “Jon and Ella are having that barbeque in a few weeks, what are we gonna say when I can’t drink?”

Bring your own wine, get and empty bottle and fill it with an alcohol free one. Also you can you’re the one driving. There’s probably a million other reasons why you’re not drinking. Don’t you worry

“We’ll just say you're the designated driver,” he decided with a smirk. “And then I’ll get wasted to back up the story.”

See good idea. Great minds think alike. But maybe not get too wasted.

“Are you saying my friends are hard to tolerate when you’re sober?”

🤣🤣🤣🤣 yes she is saying that. My god meatball, what a way to throw her under the bus like that

“Oh, I am too,” I returned his smile. “It’s just intimidating. I know how much you love your friends and I want them to like me.”

And overwhelming, friend groups like these are very intimidating, but darling you’ll do just fine okay.

Almost as soon as Chris called out his name, a little wet nose nudged open our bedroom door and he trotted into the room with Grayson right behind him. His bear was clutched under his arm and his eyes were red and puffy as if he’d been crying.

MY HEART, dodger being the guard dog he is taking Grayson to mum and dad 🥰. Poor Gray.

Dodger frantically whipped his tail as he enjoyed the loving treatment for a few moments before wiggling out of Chris’ grasp and moving to curl up at the end of the bed. 

Which dog doesn’t? Good doggy 🐶

“I feel a little better,” I assured him. “I want to make the most of the cuddles before I’m too huge for the three of us to fit.”

🥰 little family sleepover, I can’t, this is so cute.

With that, we settled down and both snuggled into Gray. While it was soothing to have our whole little family together, there was a part of me that was still anxious about what would happen when our family of three turned into four. These moments seemed so perfect and could be hard to find when we had a newborn to take care of, but I couldn’t deny that it warmed my heart to imagine another little baby curled up in a crib at the side of our bed and I was incredibly excited to see Grayson take on the role of big brother.

Everything is going to be fine. It will be an adventure for you all. I’m so excited for it 😍😍

The Sweetest Devotion

Summary: Pregnancy is hard work. The fatigue, the morning sickness and the strange new aches and pains are bad enough, but the nerves about how a new baby will change your family dynamic can be just as tough. Luckily, for Chris and Whitney, the excitement and love they have for their little baby on the way far outweighs any struggles that could pop up and they’re hopeful that Grayson will feel the same as they navigate their way through the first expansion of their little family.

Chris Evans x OFC

18+

Part of the Once Bitten/More Hearts series

Note: I’m sorry this part of the series has taken so long to get started! Just a heads up that this time I’m going to post the chapters a bit farther apart than I have in the past - maybe once a week - because I haven’t finished writing yet. Also, in this story the pandemic is winding down like we all hoped it would when the vaccine became available. I know that in a lot of places (like where I live) the pandemic is worse than ever, but unless something major happens that could sway the story then I’m just going to pretend it’s coming to an end.

Please let me know what you think! Every comment means a lot!

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September 2021

Some women spend their whole lives looking forward to being a mother, to being pregnant, and everything that comes with it.

I wasn’t one of those women. 

I always knew that I wanted children someday, but before I found out that I was pregnant with Grayson, it wasn’t something that I spent much time thinking about. I was pretty unprepared and clueless about the entire process after the fun part was over and I was very lucky that Grayson was easy right from the start. Of course, I did my research so I would have some idea what to expect, but my pregnancy with Grayson was incredibly smooth. I had a tiny bit of nausea in the first trimester, but hardly anything noteworthy, and other than the ridiculous cravings and the standard aches and pains that came with my body trying to accommodate the human being growing inside of it, I had no major complaints and loved being pregnant.

It didn’t take me long to realize that I wouldn’t be so lucky the second time around.

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[shinaus]

Good evening, kitty cat. I jinxed myself, now it's pouring rain outside. The dogs are all curled on the couch, as am I right now. How are you? I'm thinking of trying a sweet treat that's easy to make later since it's colder tonight. I'll have to workout extra hard this weekend, but I can treat myself too. Are you doing the same? I'd like to go forward with those cuddles, especially now that my feet are almost frozen. Would you mind a koala boyfriend? Because I wouldn't let you go anytime soon. Love you - your Toshi 💜

evening lovey! first of all, you really think me... the clingest of the two of us, is gonna deny you of that? surely you must have me mistaken for someone else, since i'll gladly be taking any bit of affection you give me and giving it right back - i'll even be so good as you lend you some cute socks for your feet~

i've been hoping it would rain here in aid of helping the snow but to no avail, i'm actually kind of jealous that's what you're getting. the rain has always been something i've enjoyed, at least if i'm inside - i'm sure the puppers will do well in keeping you company in my absense hehe 🥺 that sounds like a fair plan to me, just make sure and don't push yourself too hard in your workouts, you deserve to be spoiled just that extra bit - at least in my eyes! i've been trying to, right now there's only so many places i can go but i make the most of it! i hope you warm up soon, i love you more 🤍

[blissedtm]

… WAIT — i forgot there was actually other movies that weren’t disney related, there. whoopsies. 😆 i’ll let you off on that genre ALONE, but just know.. toy story is thè shit and you can’t tell me otherwise. 😇

yeah, because you’re their dad and they see you as this big, dark cloud that’s just out to ruin all of their fun times. 😆 we know that isn’t the case, but just let their little minds think that for the time being. they’ll soon realize you’re just trying to protect them from the negatives in this world.. by god, is there a lot of them. MATTY — how many sugars did you have in your coffee this morning?! that’s so sweet and i’m very appreciative of your friendship. 🥹 you know the same goes, right? any topic, any time.. i’m here.

seeeeeee? keeping 8 little lives happy and thriving is work within itself. 🥺 but i wouldn’t change it for the world. being surrounded by so much unconditional love? there’s nothing quite like it. LMFAO, i literally nearly just spat my water out, but sureeeee. i’m a part time babysitter, didn’t you know? 😝 don’t go telling everyone or i’ll be the designated nanny backstage.

only because i’ve never been married. 😆 if i had, there’s no doubt in my mind it would’ve failed quite tragically, so don’t go beating yourself up about it. relationships are.. complex. people can grow apart, their goals in life change.. not always on the same par as each other. it doesn’t make you a jinx or anything of the such. you & leah are very well suited.. i know there was a lot of eyes and a lot of pressure from the outside when it came to that relationship, but drown em’ out, okay? others opinion’s don’t mean shit, quite frankly.

.. whyyyyyy do you sound so surprised. 😩 is it because i may of bent the rules when it came to the professionalism of being a babysitter, because i’m SORRY. 😭

you guys all listen to such bangers. 🥹

*switches off aladdin soundtrack*

[ssplague]

⬆️ You see this right up here? 👆🏼

That is why @katsucream is (and let’s face it, will always be 😉) my BESTIE on here. We are experiencing & imagining the EXACT SAME THINGS! Literally, no joke.

🥺 Oh god, please don’t get me started on the TWINS 👶🏼👶🏼 😫

Bestie, thank you for shedding some light on me in this seemingly never ending sea of confused darkness I’m drowning in and ILY for that! 🌊😋

I’ll share one scenario I thought up behind the cut 📽 I made some alterations so it can be read by others as well! Warnings: Not proofread, just some angst for those that want it.

💌 To all my fellow Bakuhoe’s:

Stay strong, and lean on each other for support, during these times of great suffering ✊🏽🥂🍾

🩸 🧸 💔

Sitting in the silent hospital room, the only background noise there is comes from the heart rate monitor and it’s repeated beeping is so pathetically slow, is it getting quieter?

The floors are scuffed and fumes from the bleach they undoubtedly used to clean up his blood burn your eyes as you keep them focused on the chipped tiles.

I don’t want to look at the broken man lying atop this hospital bed…but you may not have much time left to speak to Katsuki while he still has breath in his lungs.

Even though it’s provided by machines…

“I still wish it would have been me that took the hit in your place, Im a failure as your lover…” the confession begins as you examine your either unmarked, bruised, or dried blood covered skin.

“I know it was selfish of me to take part in this battle, my life is no longer solely my own, but I couldn’t have lived with myself as I watched you and the others risking your lives and fighting without me…”. 

You need to just come out and say it!

What if he can actually hear you right now? All you’d be doing is confusing and frustrating him.

“I put it off for weeks, refusing to acknowledge the symptoms until they were too obvious to ignore, it was a miracle id been able to hide them from you! So I took the test while you and the others were preoccupied with making dinner downstairs…”

Tears stream down your face when you  do finally find courage to look at the love of your life, lying unconscious and unmoving on that god damn hospital bed.

“I’m pregnant…you already know it’s your’s…ours…” a sob is choked back as your gently take his hand with the least bandages around it, desperately seeking comfort for the feel of those calloused fingertips on the skin of your belly. You hold the appendage there, even though the chill is beginning to take over his once warm skin. 

“Oh Katsuki….how do you expect me to go on? There is no way I can be strong enough to raise them on my own, I need you! I don’t even know how to live without you anymore, I let my love for you cripple me…and I don’t regret it; I’d gladly let you do everything for and dote on me in whatever lifetime we meet up in, forever…”

Dammit, did you just hint at him actually dying?! Don’t fucking do that again y/n! What if you just jinxed yourself? Or worse…what if you just somehow sabatoged his recovery due to your continuous word vomit?

All of those thoughts are beyond irrational, and you try to ignore them.

The only thing left for you to do is stay in this cramped, sterile space with him; Resting your head on the cheap but clean linens, keeping his palm open and pressed to your goosebump covered skin. It’s been hours now, you can no longer win the fight with your much too heavy eye lids. Those accursed nearly silent beeps become hypnotic in the way they ease you into unconsciousness.

An unknown amount of time has passed when you come to again; Your body aches from falling asleep in that horrible slumped over position. 

The beeping is gone…

But you’re positive warmth is slowly returning to the hand you hold against your belly. 

There is clumsy movement of what feels like fingers trying to card themselves through your matted hair.

This is either the cruelest of hallucinations, or you’re reunited with the man you love once again…

With eyes wide open, you immediately began experiencing a wide range of emotions, or is it just the final stages in this cycle of grief?

I’ll let you tell me ❤️‍🔥

Fuck, I’m seeing nothing but ambiguous spoilers EVERYWHERE and I’m so terrified and confused 🤯🥺 I’m fucking falling apart you guys, I keep hearing “Hide and Seek” playing inside my head on loop, but just that one specific part (You know the one)

This is hell!