#please PLEASE lets talk about my girl jinx more

[kazuallh]

arcane predictions!!! but mostly kaz's unintelligible rambles

no like now that we're done with act 1 i kinda wanted to get in on the fun of like guessing esp because i KNEW the enforcer act would backfire immediately spoilers duhhhhh

isha or maddie is gonna die bc like. the tropes are right there.

someone said that ambessa is gonna be the final boss villain and idk if thats league lore im missing out on, someone pls enlighten me

loving ambessa btw the reveal that she was behind the 'attack' during the memorial fucking GENIUS

bc it was kind of a breaking point of the dark caitlyn arc!!

vi pitfighting arc next which im sad about bc like wdym i gotta watch my girl going THRU it

i mean this is a stretch but heimerdinger,,, bro defo has a bigger part to play right

yk like all of this has got me thinking abt the ending bc it cant be something like and they band together and live happily ever after!!! its gotta have some major casualty

so im kinda expecting it ... either vi... or jinx...

i love the vi is caitlyns weakness trope - it happened in s1 and remember how ambessa exiled mel bc she weakened her think THAT and cait being ambessas target and cait cutting off vi... would love to see it more in play.

jinx doing smth sacrificial bc girl has zero self preservation skills

SPEAKING OF JINX

i love the shift in perspective bc s1 felt like we were watching it from jinx first person pov and rn it feels like jinx third person and also her saying 'its so quiet now'

her character arc seems to be taking the hero's path which is so cool!!!!!!!!!!

that guy... yk the enforcer guy who left when cait was declared leader... who tf is that guy

ALSO WHO IS WARWICK SORRY I DONT KNOW LEAGUE LORE SOMEONE EXPLAIN BC WHAT IM SEEING IS... WORRYING...

ekko badass moment

i have NO idea whats gonna happen w viktor but jayvik nation i extend my condolences

yk idk how theyre gonna add more lore - if theyre gonna add more lore bc act 1 lays down the foundation, sets the scene, everything else builds up from here na. just fascinated on where its going frfr.

okay yeah i know this is not very predictions but wtv wtv i just wanted to say ik people say the pacing felt off but it felt perfect to me tbh - keeping in mind i finished my s1 rewatch last night - it felt like elements sorta clicking into piece, yk? the cogs of a machine taking their places.

thats all i can think of for now, lmk ur thoughts!!!!!111

[archangeldyke-all]

PARAMEDIC SEV MEETING HER WIFE AND SAVIN MG HERRRRRRRREEEEEE

lush i love ur ideas omg

men and minors dni

you never should've agreed to babysit for silco and vander.

so what if it's their anniversary and they haven't had a dinner date all year. it's their own damn fault for deciding to have four fucking kids. you don't know what you were thinking agreeing to this-- but you're certainly paying the consequences now.

claggor hasn't been too bad-- doing his homework at the counter as you cooked dinner, helping you figure out where they store their spices and pots.

mylo was alright in the beginning, but as the night grew on and he started getting tired, he started getting grumpy and irritable.

jinx is always up to trouble-- she's been trying to trip you up all night, cackling each time you barely muffle a curse as you stumble.

and now, you've caught vi sneaking a girl into her room.

"violet, how do you even have a girlfriend, you're ten!" you shout.

"i'm eleven, and cait's not my girlfriend. she's just my bestie. and we practice kissing with each other sometimes." vi says with a shrug.

"what made you think you could have her over here tonight?!" you ask.

vi shrugs. "she comes over every wednesday, dads just haven't caught her yet."

you groan.

"i-i can leave." the posh girl in front of you offers. you heave a sigh.

"no, stay, i can't let you walk home in the dark. i'll drive you home when the old men get back, alright?"

vi grins and slams the door in your face.

you turn around just in time to dodge a shoe flying down the hall. behind you, it smacks mylo in the back of the head.

"what the fuck!" the boy shouts, turning around with a glare. jinx giggles from the other end of the hall. you want to cry.

"please just go to your rooms." you whine.

mylo just growls, grabbing the nearest small object and flinging it back at jinx.

only-- he's grabbed a letter opener, sitting by a pile of mail.

you gasp as the sharp object goes whizzing by your face-- headed straight to jinx's chest.

and before you know what's happening-- you're reaching out and snatching the object out of the air.

for a second, it's silent-- mylo and jinx both shocked by your quick thinking and the dangerous situation you all narrowly avoided. then, jinx shrieks.

"you just tried to kill me!"

"i thought it was just a pen!" mylo defends. "you threw dad's shoe at my head!"

"it was his house slipper! it barely hurt."

"oh, i'm gonna fuckin' kill y-- you're bleeding." mylo says.

jinx blinks, the argument forgotten as she looks over at you.

it takes you a few moments to realize that the kids are talking to you. you blink down at your hand, gasping when you find it covered in blood, trickling steadily onto the floor.

"oh. shit." you whisper. the pain hits you all at once and you take a sharp breath. "oh shit." you whine.

"w-what do we do?" jinx asks. you walk to the kitchen, mylo and jinx following close behind you, both of them nervous and worried about you.

"gotta run it under some water and see how deep the cut is." you whisper, placing your hand under the running tap.

you and the kids wait anxiously for the water to run clear, but it stays consistently red.

mylo cringes. "i think you cut something important." he mutters.

you gulp, the shock and adrenaline of the injury wearing off, leaving you shaky and very aware of how much blood you're losing.

"should i call dad?" jinx asks softly.

there's a shriek in the hall, and claggor comes sprinting into the kitchen, concern on his face. "what happened?!" he shouts.

you grunt. "i caught a knife."

claggor's eyes only widen more, and then he's pulling out his cellphone. "i'm calling an ambulance."

you, jinx, and mylo groan. "no! there's no need for the fuss." you try to argue.

claggor walks over to the sink, gagging at the sight of your hand. "there's a puddle of blood in the hall! and you're still bleeding!"

"'m fine." you mumble, getting a little dizzy. claggor groans.

"mylo, take her to the couch and lay her down. jinx, call dad."

"y'r a good kid." you mumble, ruffling claggor's hair with your uninjured hand as mylo guides you to the living room.

jinx brings you a glass of water as you wait.

you, jinx, and mylo sit on the couch-- your hand held over a bucket to catch all your blood-- watching claggor pace a hole in the carpet.

vi and her girlfriend only decide to see what the commotion is about when an ambulance pulls up out front.

you feel stupid and overwhelmed and your hand really fucking hurts, but you really don't want to cry in front of all your nieces and nephews.

and then, because the universe hates you, the most attractive woman you've ever seen in your life ends up being your paramedic.

jinx answers the door. you want to die when you see the angel standing on the porch. "someone called about a stabbing?" the woman asks.

you chuckle. "let her in jinx." the woman and her partner walk into silco and vander's home-- her eyebrows raising just a bit at the sight of you and the gaggle of children surrounding her. "not a stabbing. a knife thrown and caught." you say.

"really!?" vi asks, just now catching up on the drama of the night.

"yeah, because mylo tried to fucking kill me!" jinx shouts.

mylo groans. "how many times do i have to tell you i thought it was a pen! and you started it!"

you might actually start crying now. you're in so much pain, you're so overwhelmed, and you probably look gross as hell right now in front of this goddess of a paramedic, who's kneeling in front of you with a concerned look as she gently grabs your wrist.

"ran, why don't you take the kids out to the backyard and play a game? give us a little more space to work in here." the woman says to her partner.

ran grins. "you kids like freeze tag?" they ask.

the kids all burst into excited chatter, following ran out to the back of the house. you sigh in relief.

"thank you."

"i'm guessing they're not your kids?" the woman in front of you asks. you laugh, loud and surprised. you suppose it's better than crying.

"oh, fuck no! i'm their aunt, which i don't usually mind, unless it means i have to fuckin' babysit." you pout. "the tallest girl with the blazer on isn't even theirs. caught her sneakin' in to see the redhead. apparently they're besties who practice kissing." you say with a roll of your eyes.

the woman in front of you laughs. "i had a few of those back in the day." you gulp, your eyes bulging out of your head at her words. she looks back up at you with concern.

"does it hurt?" she asks. you blink, not understanding what she's referencing before you finally remember your hand. the hand she's gently cleaning with alcohol.

"you like women?" you ask miserably. the woman in front of you blinks.

"...yes?" she asks. "is that a prob--" you burst into tears before she can continue. "woah-- what, hey! what's happening? does it hurt? are you okay?"

"sorry, sorry!" you cry, waving away her concern and covering your face with a hand. "fuck this is humiliating. ignore me." you cry.

she blinks. "this is the weirdest homophobic reaction i've ever gotten."

you laugh, snot and tears flowing freely as you giggle. "no!" you squeak. "no, that's not-- just fuckin'-- of course you're a hot lesbian. i get all dressed up every weekend and go out lookin' for someone and i get nothing. i cut my fuckin' hand open after chasing kids around all day and the universe sends me the hottest woman i've ever seen. and she's a lesbian. and i'm soaked in sweat and blood and i'm pretty sure i smell like pre-teen armpits." you cry.

the woman in front of you cackles, her pretty silver eyes sparkling as she starts wrapping up your hand. "just a little. but i smell like vomit." she says with a shrug. you giggle and wipe up your tears.

"sorry." you say again. she smiles at you.

"it's okay. you're cute. 'specially now that i know you're into me and not, y'know. a bigot."

you giggle, shaking your head. "don't flirt with me." you scold. the woman beside you laughs.

"you started it!"

"i did not! i was having an emotional breakdown and you were accusing me of homophobia. i don't even know your name!"

"sevika." she says with a sweet smile. "my name's sevika. and, for the record, you're hot soaked in sweat and blood." sevika says with a shrug.

you grin. "do i need stitches?" you ask.

sevika shakes her head no. "it was bleeding a lot, but you didn't cut too deep. just keep the bandages on for a the night and change 'em out tomorrow. you should be healed up in a few days. i'll give you some cream-- if you get infected or irritated, or it doesn't heal; go to the ER."

you nod. "does that mean you're leaving, now?"

she chuckles. "worried about the kids?"

"no, well, now i am now that you mention it." you say. sevika laughs. "i was just..." you trail off.

sevika's just doing her job. she's fucking fantastic at it-- but that's all this is. she kept you talking to keep you distracted, she flirted a bit so the pain wouldn't be so bad, and now she's leaving.

"you were just what?" she asks.

you shrug. "it's inappropriate."

"can't be as bad as the old man who answered his door naked for us earlier today." she says with a shrug. you giggle.

"maybe i could get your number? in case i need help changing the bandages."

sevika grins. "yeah? that's why?" she asks with a raise of her eyebrow.

you giggle and shrug. "and maybe so i can show you how nice i clean up. take you out to dinner as a thank you."

"yeah, alright. i could be into that." sevika agrees.

you grin, then scramble for a piece of paper and a pen, eagerly handing sevika the scrap of paper. she pockets it with a sweet, shy smile.

her and ran take off a few minutes later, and silco and vander get home right after. it takes you an hour to catch them up with the events of the night: informing them of their children's petty feuds, that their daughter has a girlfriend, and that they've got a giant puddle of blood to clean up outside their room. they thank you, and with a promise that you'll never have to babysit again, you finally head home.

it's been a crazy night. you're exhausted. the moment you get home, you crawl in bed, ready for sleep.

but right before you drift off, your phone buzzes.

it's sevika, the hot lesbian.

you grin. another text comes through.

i got this weekend off, wanna treat me to that dinner you were talking about?

you end up staying up the rest of the night, texting the paramedic and giggling like you imagine vi does when she's on the phone with cait.

alright... maybe this night wasn't all that bad...

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[b-lossm]

•*+Change pt.2+*•

Caitvi x reader [just vi for this part, fluffier but still angsty]

Synopsis: wait hes.. alive? pt.1

SPOILERS FOR ACT 2!!

Its been months since you've seen Cait, or Vi. You don't even know if you three two are still together, Lately you've heard rumors about another 'Hound of the Underground' taking on the pit fighting scene with rigor. The description almost sounds like Vi, but black hair? She was always proud of her reddish pink hair.

You walk into the arena and pay the fee to get the red ticket, you notice her friend loris in the crowd and make your way over to him. After one quick conversation later and you find out what happened and that she came her to 'outrun her demons', your anger for Caitlyn boiling over but quickly simmering down once you see your girlfriend "Holy shit....." you say, admiring her appearance, her muscles somehow got bigger, and the black suited her, but you like the pink more.

Standing there she doesn't notice you at first, focus on punching this guy's jaw again, but then she hears your familiar shouting from the sidelines, at first she thought she was hallucinating you again, but then she realizes its actually you and decides to put on a show just for you.

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After her match you meet her again, hugging her softly before asking her what happened with Caitlyn even though Loris told you, you had to hear it from her "I don't wanna talk about it Sunshine, what she did made me question everything--made me question if what me and her had was even real or if she was just using me for information and my strength" oh your poor girl. You push her head into the crook of your neck "lets rest yeah? is that okay?" you don't wanna push the subject anymore, knowing that she' gonna tell you about it eventually. She cuddles into you, dropping her fists to hold you close "mph- yeah that's great Sunshine" she gives you soft kisses on your neck, missing the feeling of your skin on hers "G'night Y/n" she mumbles defeatedly "Goodnight" you kiss her forehead and rub the back of her undercut.

Before you surrender yourself to sleep you look around her small room, looking at all the discarded bottles and broken pieces of glass, noticing the beat up punching bag that has her black makeup on it, right where her eyes are 'my poor violet' you think 'what happened to us' your mind drifts to yours and hers room in your little apartment in Piltover, the nights and days you three would spend together, laughing and having fun before they had to leave.

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The next morning you both wakeup with a start, she sits up slightly to see the source of the noise only to see her.. sister? After their argument, she told the two of you Vander was somehow alive and that he needed help.

"I have to do this y/n" she says while grabbing her gauntlets "Please let me come Vi--please" you beg, not wanting to be alone again, she places her hands on your waist, leaning in for a deep kiss coming back up for air she says "I promise I'll come back, I promise you y/n, go stay with Loris for a bit and I promise you that I'll come back" she hopes that you understand, even though her sister is a crazy she it had to be serious if she wasn't trying to kill her.

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After your tearful reunion with the man, Jinx leads your little group to the outskirts of the fissures, Vi taking the time to catch you up with what happened, how she feels like her love for Cait was one sided all this time after her betrayal. Attempting to comfort her you try to reassure her that what she thinks isn't true, how she's too focused on grief and how she hit you too-- "What..?" Vi stops walking "She hit.. you too?" her anger is picking up, you can tell "umm. yeah..bu--" "No buts y/n what the fuck?? you didn't even do anything" she cuts you off obviously pissed at your guys' ex girlfriend, you sigh not wanting to talk about it "Vi can we just talk about it later" "No! this isn't oka--" she interrupts you again, then getting cut off by Jinx "We're here!!". The both of you look ahead at this weirdly pastel oasis civilization.

"we will talk about this later" she says with a huff after surrendering her gauntlets. You kiss her cheek to calm her down "Alright" you missed that little flash of red that appeared on her face whenever you did that, you miss the little flash of pink that appeared on Cait' face but you probably aren't gonna see her anytime soon.. you think

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act two will have two parts because so much happened!! tbh i kinda dont like this but whatever

[breakindishesinaelevator]

Get Hexed! Part One

Invincible (Mark Grayson) x Jinx!Reader

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soooo yeah this’ll be HEAVILY inspired by jinx and her past and her mentality and whatnot

yes things will be different, yes therell be different scenes, yes the characters will have different names

yes this will be in parts cuz i write too much

yes my english is my worst subject so if its sucky please bear with me or just tell me straight up if this is ass i can take it

yes there will be zaun but imagine it is just downtown baltimore or something like where titan is from but everyone will refer to it as zaun bleh bleh bleh

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Sounds of laughter is in the air. Children running rampant at the park. It’s a small park but you know how kids are. Their imagination knows no bounds. Hell, they could have a piece of cardboard and make whatever kind of game out of it.

Wait, off track.

Anyways, back to the park.

Some little guy is running around, playing with the other kids. He's a cute little guy. Jet black hair and dark brown eyes. See that little tooth gap? Yeah, this kid is adorable.

Oh- oh! Um, did he just fall?

"Mark! Be careful!"

Presumably, his mother called out. She's currently cuddling up on the bench with her, what looks to be, husband.

"I will Mom!"

The kid, now known as Mark, shouted back, as he ran back to play with some random little girl. She was small, frail like a twig. Does she eat at home? Actually, where are her parents? Is she here alone?

"Anyways, back to what I was saying. I was cleaning up the house and found these weird little rock things." The woman went back to talking about her job to her husband. Sighing, she continued, "I'm guessing the guy who sold the house left them behind, and I tried to contact him using the number he left with me in case there were some things wrong with the house... for some reason though, the number didn't even work."

She shrugged her shoulders, waiting for some kind of input from her husband. Nolan hummed in thought, stroked his mustache, and then said, "Did he leave any other form of contact with you? Email? Emergency contacts?"

She shook her head, "No, none at all. Those rocks also looked super exotic." She giggled and nudged his arm, "Maybe we could sell them for a pretty penny. Or they could be a cute decoration for the house!"

Debbie was enjoying her time in the park with her family. The sky was clear, flowers were blooming, the birds were singing... Unbeknownst to her, there was an extra pair of ears listening to their conversation.

It was a girl. She looked maybe in her early teens, rugged, oh gosh- are her clothes burnt? And what's up with those bandages on her arms?

"[Name] let's go."

She stepped up, calling for the random girl who was playing with Mark.

"Awh, already? I was having fun..."

[Name] was pouting, not making any moves to get up, still building some kind of lodge out of sticks with Mark.

"Come on. Let's go. He's waiting for us."

The older girl got more insistent on leaving. Moving towards [Name], and grabbing onto her arm.

"Awh..."

[Name] getting pulled up by the older girl, she looked back behind her shoulder and waved to Mark.

"Bye Mark! Let's play another time!"

"Oh- Bye! ...I guess..."

Mark stands up and walks back over to his parents.

"I'm ready to go home now..."

He sighs and sulks, sad that his friend left already.

"Already? Why don't you play with the other kids honey?"

Debbie stroked his hair, placing a kiss on his forehead.

"I don't wanna play with the other kids... My friend left already..."

"Oh, Mark..."

Debbie clicked her tongue in thought. Turning to Nolan, who shrugged his shoulders. She sighs, turning back to Mark, outstretching her hand for him to hold as she gets up.

"Alright then, let's go home."

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The two girls meet up with two boys in an alley.

The taller boy, buzzcut hair, steamer goggles, shirts layered on him (seriously how many shirts is he wearing), and way too long pants, steps forward to greet the two, but he’s cut off from the shorter boy who is accompanying him.

The shorter boy, matted hair, shirt that is HUGE a little too big on him, charred pants, and torn up shoes (YOU CAN LITERALLY SEE HIS TOE POKING OUT), pushes past the taller boy and scoffs at the two walking up.

"Jeez. Took you long enough!"

"Shut up Nile.”

The older girl pushes past him, walking to the now open sewer hole.

"I got a tip on the next place we'll hit. I'll give more information when we get home. Now come on."

Nile groans and stands at the entrance of the sewer.

"Can one of you go first this time? I need to smell good at the very least 'cause your boy- Ahhhh!"

Nile gets pushed in face-first, Mokkur goes next, leaving you and Indie outside. You look up at your older sister with an unreadable expression before hopping in and sliding down, followed by your older sister who closes the entrance behind all of you.

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grrrr i hope this was okay

[alba1221141]

Mary Janes

.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.☁︎

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6

Jinx

“What an absolutely fucking tragic story.”

“Boy meets girl,” I say, flipping the book open and letting it smack the table with a loud thwack.

“They swap a couple of lines, maybe a little eye-fucking across the room, and then bam—marriage, murder, and melodrama. Honestly, Romeo and Juliet is just horny teenagers making bad decisions with a death toll. Kinda iconic, but also… pathetic.”

Y/N’s trying so hard not to laugh, but that little twitch at the corner of her mouth gives her away.

She glances down at her notebook like it’s suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world, but I know better.

I always know better.

“Come on, admit it,” I press, leaning closer.

“This whole thing is just Shakespeare projecting his wet dreams onto paper. I mean, would you throw yourself into a coffin for someone you just met?”

Y/N looks up, her face a little red, and gives me this look—half-exasperated, half-amused. “It’s supposed to be romantic,” she says, her tone just a little too patient.

“Oh, sure,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Nothing screams romance like poison and stab wounds. That’s hot. Super sexy.” I lean back in my chair, grinning.

“Although, I guess dying for someone is one hell of a flex. Bet Juliet was into some kinky shit.”

“Jinx!” she hisses, her eyes wide as she glances around the library, like the ghost of Shakespeare himself might pop out of the shelves and strike me down.

“What?” I ask, throwing my hands up.

“You think Romeo was all sweet talk and poetry? Nah, that guy was definitely whispering filthy shit to her under the balcony. Bet he was like, Juliet, you light up my world—now get on your-”

Y/N lets out this strangled noise, somewhere between a laugh and a groan, and covers her face with her hands. “You’re impossible,” she mutters.

But I can see her shoulders shaking.

“Impossible, but not wrong,” I say, leaning forward with a smirk.

“You know I’m right. Horny teens and bad decisions—they go hand in hand. Speaking of���” I waggle my eyebrows at her.

“You ever had someone wax poetic about you? Or, I don’t know, climb a fire escape to declare their undying love?”

“No,” she says firmly, her voice muffled behind her hands.

“Shame,” I say, tapping my chin. “You’re missing out. Although, honestly? If someone pulled that shit with me, I’d probably just drag them inside and—”

“Jinx!” she whisper-yells, her voice high-pitched and scandalized.

Her face is so red now I’m almost worried she’s going to combust.

Almost.

I grin, sitting back in my chair and crossing my arms. “What? I’m just saying. Life’s short. Might as well enjoy it. Or are you more of a ‘tragic, yearning stares from a distance’ type?”

She gives me a look.

The kind of look that says I’m pushing my luck.

But I catch the tiniest flicker of amusement in her eyes.

It’s faint.

But it’s there, and it’s enough to keep me going.

“Can we please focus?” she says, her voice trembling with suppressed laughter.

“Sure,” I say, picking up the book again and thumbing through the pages. “But I’m warning you now, I’m not letting Romeo off the hook for being the patron saint of bad decisions.”

Y/N leans back in her chair, pressing her lips together like she’s trying desperately not to laugh.

Her cheeks are pink, and there’s this quiet glow to her that tugs at something in my chest.

I ignore it.

“So,” I say, flipping the book open again with an exaggerated flourish.

“Are we supposed to write some revolutionary take on this mess, or is it just vibes and clichés? You’re the genius here, enlighten me.”

She rolls her eyes, but there’s that little curve to her lips, the one that makes her whole face soften. “Themes,”

“We’re supposed to analyze the themes, connect them to modern relationships, and explain why the story is still relevant.”

“Relevant?” I snort, leaning back. “Oh, sure. Because every teenager I know is out here marrying strangers after one dance and dying for them two days later. So relatable.”

“You’re impossible,” she says, shaking her head, but her voice is warm, light, teasing.

“Thank you,” I say, grinning.

She picks up her pen again, her focus shifting back to the notebook in front of her.

Naturally, I lean over, because how could I not snoop, but she slams it shut before I can even get a glimpse.

“Oh, come on,” I groan, clutching my chest like she’s mortally wounded me. “What’s the big secret? Writing a love letter? A sonnet? A tragic ode to unrequited love?”

“It’s not a secret,” she says firmly, though the way her fingers tighten around the notebook tells a different story. “It’s just not finished.”

“Uh-huh.” I narrow my eyes at her, my grin sharp and unrelenting.

“You’re not secretly crushing on Romeo, are you? Or maybe…”

My voice drops, dripping with mock drama. “Maybe you’ve got your own Romeo? Someone you’re tragically pining for?”

Her cheeks turn a brilliant shade of crimson, and her eyes dart everywhere except at me.

“Oh my God,” I say, sitting up like I’ve just cracked the biggest mystery of the century. “You do! Who is it? Come on, spill. I need to know everything.”

“There’s no one!” she protests, but her voice is high-pitched, and her fingers fidget with the corner of her notebook.

“Liar,” I say, my grin turning downright devious.

I tap my chin like I’m deep in thought.

“Is it someone in our class? That broody guy who always acts like he’s too cool to care? Or…” I pause, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe it’s a girl?”

Her pen freezes mid-air.

For a second, she looks at me like I’ve uncovered her deepest, darkest secret.

Bingo.

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Y/N

I can feel my heart picking up its pace, a strange fluttering in my chest that has nothing to do with the subject matter at hand. Jinx’s words echo in my mind, her teasing lingering far longer than I’d like to admit. The way she looked at me, the mischievous grin on her face—it’s enough to make me squirm, but I won’t let her see that.

“No one,” I reply firmly, hoping the edge in my voice sounds more convincing than it feels. “I’m not—there’s just no one.”

She raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms with a soft chuckle. “Alright, if you say so.”

I focus on my notebook, flipping a page with deliberate care. The task at hand should be enough to keep me grounded, and yet the thought of her knowing something I’ve never fully acknowledged myself unsettles me. It feels as though she’s pierced a part of me I’m still figuring out, and that makes me more uncomfortable than I’m willing to admit.

Still, I refuse to let that show. Instead, I straighten up, refocusing on our assignment. “Regardless, Romeo and Juliet is still a farcical tragedy,” I begin, keeping my tone calm and collected, but there’s a subtle bite to it. “The impulsiveness, the poor decisions—it’s a pattern in a lot of Shakespeare’s works. It speaks to the nature of youth, to desire, rather than rational thought.”

Jinx snorts, clearly unimpressed. “Oh, sure, I’m sure that’s exactly what Shakespeare was going for. Desire, right? More like he was just a horny old man trying to sell sex on the page. No wonder those two idiots killed themselves over each other.”

I nod, careful to keep my composure. “Yes. Desire, more than love. They acted on passion rather than considering the consequences. Shakespeare’s portrayal of love is often hyperbolic, exaggerated to the point where it’s almost abs-"

I get cut off by another snicker from her followed by, "You damn nerd."

I pause mid-sentence, blinking at her. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” she says, tilting her head, her grin widening. “You’re such a nerd, Y/N. Who even says ‘hyperbolic’ in casual conversation? It’s like you’re auditioning for a Shakespeare reboot.”

I huff, sitting up straighter. “It’s called having a vocabulary,” I reply, my tone clipped but teasing. “Maybe you should try it sometime.”

She gasps dramatically, clutching her chest like I’ve struck her through with a dagger. “Wow. Coming at me with the intellectual smackdown, huh? Careful, or I’ll start quoting Shakespeare back at you.”

“Please don’t,” I say quickly, holding up a hand like I’m warding off some impending disaster.

Jinx grins, leaning forward now, her elbows on the table. “Oh, but wouldn’t you love that? Imagine me up on a balcony, all, But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?” She pauses, fluttering her eyelashes for effect. “You’d swoon. Admit it.”

“I’d laugh,” I correct, refusing to give her the satisfaction. “And then I’d shut the window.”

She cackles, the sound sharp and chaotic, and it’s impossible not to smile. “Cold, Y/N. Ice cold. No wonder you don’t have a Romeo climbing fire escapes for you.”

I roll my eyes, flipping a page in the book to feign disinterest. “Not everyone needs a grand romantic gesture, Jinx. Some of us prefer substance over theatrics."

Jinx leans back in her chair, propping her boots up on the edge of the table like she owns the place. Her smirk is sharp, eyes glittering with mischief.

“C'mon, Y/N,” she drawls. “You’re telling me you wouldn’t want someone to show up, grand gesture and all, declaring undying devotion? Maybe a little dramatic fainting thrown in for good measure?”

I snort. “No. Definitely not. I’d find it mortifying.”

She tilts her head, feigning innocence. “What about some spicy poetry? Like, Oh, Y/N, your... uh, unparalleled intelligence leaves me trembling.” Her voice dips into a breathy almost smutty tone, and I roll my eyes.

“You’re insufferable,” I mutter, flipping through my notes.

“And you’re boring,” she fires back without missing a beat. “Where’s the fun, huh? You don’t think Juliet was secretly hoping Romeo would skip the iambic pentameter and just pin her to a wall?”

I look up, feeling my cheeks heat. “Jinx.”

“What?” she says, her grin downright wicked now. “I’m just saying. The whole woe is me, tragic romance thing might’ve been for show. Behind closed doors, she was probably like, Enough about the stars, Romeo, let’s talk about your sword.”

And I falter, my laughter bubbling up uncontrollably before bursting out so loud that it shatters the quiet of the library. The sound is obnoxious, and I can’t stop it, even though I know I should. Mrs. Clark, the poor librarian, scurries over to us, her face draining of color when she realizes it’s me—me—who caused the disturbance. Her eyes widen in horror, and I shrink back in my seat, wishing the floor would swallow me whole.

“Y/N,” Mrs. Clark says sharply, her voice quivering with disapproval, “This is a library. I expect more from you.”

I swallow, my throat tight, and I can barely meet her gaze. The silence that follows is suffocating, broken only by the scratch of Mrs. Clark’s pen as she writes us both a detention slip. “After school,” she mutters, her voice tight. She hands us the slips, one by one, and I want to crawl under the table, but I can't. Not with everyone staring.

I take the slip, my hands trembling, my face burning with the weight of the embarrassment. Jinx’s laughter, the one that started all this, has quieted, but there's still a mischievous glint in her eyes. At first, it seems like she's enjoying my discomfort, and I can't help but wish she’d be quiet for just a moment, let me process this in peace.

But then, her smirk fades. She glances at me, her expression softening as she catches the way my shoulders slump, the way I'm trembling. I try to blink back the tears threatening to spill, but they’re already in my eyes. It’s stupid, it’s just a detention, but the humiliation is unbearable.

Jinx doesn’t say anything at first, but I can feel the weight of her gaze on me as I struggle to hold back the tears. She slides out of her chair, slowly stepping closer, crouching down beside me with a quiet seriousness I’ve rarely seen from her. Her voice, when it comes, is low, almost soothing.

“Hey,” she says, her words gentle, like she’s trying to reach through the storm inside me. “It’s not that bad, okay? Detention's just... it's nothing. It’s temporary.”

I don’t respond, but I can feel the tears starting to burn in my eyes, and I just can't stop them. I keep my gaze fixed on the floor, trying to hide how I’m trembling.

Jinx doesn’t back away, though. Instead, she reaches out, her hand soft as it rests on my shoulder, the touch surprisingly warm and comforting. “Come on toots, let’s go,” she says, her voice so different from the usual teasing tone, like she’s saying it for me, not for her. “I’ll take you somewhere... just let’s get out of here, okay?”

I nod, my throat tight, and let her guide me out of the library. The hallways feel colder now, like everything around me is a reminder of how utterly humiliated I feel. But Jinx stays close, walking beside me, her presence steady and unwavering, like she’s determined not to let me fall apart alone.

She leads me into the girls’ bathroom, the door shutting quietly behind us. It’s quiet, the fluorescent lights buzzing faintly overhead, and for a moment, everything feels still. Jinx leans against the counter, watching me with a softness in her eyes that I’ve never seen before. She doesn’t say anything at first, just lets me breathe, lets the silence settle between us.

I break.

The tears come without warning, and I retreat to the corner, curling into myself, trying to make myself smaller. I press my hands to my face, desperate to hide the rawness of what I’m feeling. The sobs are quiet at first, but they soon escape in harsh, ragged breaths. The shame, the embarrassment—it’s overwhelming, suffocating. I feel completely exposed, fragile, and utterly out of control.

I don’t want her to see me like this. I don’t want anyone to. But she doesn’t leave.

There’s a quiet moment, just the sound of my breathing, of me trying to stifle the sobs. And then Jinx moves toward me, her steps slow, careful. She crouches down next to me, not trying to force anything, not speaking. She just watches me for a moment, her eyes filled with something tender, and then her hand reaches out. Her fingers brush through my hair, slow and soothing, the soft strokes almost enough to make me forget everything else.

"Shhh," she murmurs, her voice quiet, barely above a whisper. "It’s okay."

I can’t stop the tears. I don’t even try. But the sound of her voice, the feel of her fingers weaving through my hair, so gentle, so careful—it’s grounding. She doesn’t rush me, doesn’t tell me to stop crying. She just stays there, her touch like a balm for the rawness inside me.

After a long moment, she shifts again, her hand moving to wipe away the tears that have soaked my cheeks. Her fingers are gentle, each movement deliberate, as if she’s treating me like something fragile but important. Her touch is steady, patient, and it’s like she’s saying, without words, that I don’t have to hide. That I’m allowed to feel, to break.

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Jinx

"C'mon, toots—it’s only an hour, alright? No big deal." I glance at Y/N, tucked behind me like a little puppy, her hand in mine.

It’s like she’s trying to disappear into the floor, and I don’t... I don’t know what to do with that.

I peek into the detention room, Mr. Wheeler’s already there, half asleep

Of course he is.

His glasses are dangling off his nose, like he forgot they even exist.

He’s ancient—like, fossil-level ancient—but whatever.

Doesn’t matter.

I yank the door open.

And there he is. Boy savior himself, sitting in the corner, all quiet and broody.

I waggle my free hand at him. Big, dumb wave. Like, hi, notice me!

Ekko’s head pops up.

His face twists into full-on confusion. Like, what the actual hell?

His eyes dart to Y/N behind me, all tucked in and quiet, and I can practically hear the gears in his head grinding.

I can see it.

The way his gaze softens, just a little, but then hardens again.

Like he’s trying to figure out how to act, what to say, how to breathe, maybe.

And I get it. I do.

Because once, a long time ago, it was the three of us.

Ekko. Y/N. Me.

Best friends.

And now?

Now we’re... this. Whatever this is. Unspoken crap hanging in the air like a bad smell.

After what happened—Vander’s death, Vi’s wrongful juvie sentence, and Silco taking me in...

Shit hit the fan.

Everything snapped.

The three of us? We used to be inseparable.

Me, Boy Savior, and Y/N. We were the kind of trio that people envied—always laughing, always plotting, always looking out for each other.

But after everything fell apart?

That trio was gone. Just... gone.

Ekko and I? We managed to reconcile. Somehow. It wasn’t easy, but we put the pieces back together.

Mostly.

But Y/N and him?

Never.

Whatever they had? Whatever we all had? It just crumbled. And they never found their way back to each other.

The air feels heavy. Like it’s pressing down on us.

Y/N’s hand squeezes mine. Tight. Too tight. Like she thinks if she lets go, she’ll just... vanish.

I glance back at her. Pale. Shaking. Her eyes darting everywhere except him.

Ekko.

The Boy Savior.

He’s staring at her like she’s a ghost. Or maybe a grenade. His jaw’s tight, hands fidgeting like he doesn’t know where to put them.

Say something.

Do something.

But he just sits there. Quiet. Staring.

It’s unbearable.

“Gonna sprain something, Boy Savior,” I snap, too loud, too sharp. “All that thinking’s dangerous, y’know.”

His head snaps up. Eyes narrow. “Jinx.”

That tone. Even. Calm. Like he’s the adult in the room.

Which he's not cause fucking Mr Wheeler's old ass is at the desk asleep now.

“What?” I throw my free hand up, grinning like a lunatic. “Just saying. You look like you’re trying to solve the meaning of life or some shit.”

Still nothing.

He glances at Y/N again.

And she flinches.

I can’t. I can’t with this.

“Seriously? We’re doing this? Now?” My voice comes out sharper than I mean. “It’s detention. Not a goddamn soap opera.”

“Jinx, stop.”

Her voice.

Soft. Cracked. Barely there.

I freeze. Look at her. She’s hiding behind me, eyes on the floor, her face red like she’s about to cry again.

My chest tightens.

Ekko’s watching us, his expression... weird. Guilty? Concerned? I can’t tell.

“Whatever,” I mutter, pulling Y/N further into the room. “Let’s just sit.”

I drag her to the far corner, away from him. Away from everything.

We sit. She tries to pull her hand away, but I don’t let go. Nope. Not happening.

“Uh-uh, toots,” I whisper. “You’re stuck with me.”

She doesn’t argue. Just wipes her face with her sleeve, all quiet and miserable.

Across the room, I can feel him watching.

Always watching.

And I hate it.

I hate all of this.

I hear a grunt and then...

"The hell is she in here for?"

Ekko’s voice slices through the tension like a blade.

Y/N stiffens beside me, her hand still in mine, like she’s trying to hide behind me.

“Y/N’s here because—” I start, but I don’t know how to finish that.

The fuck should I say?

“Because I laughed too loud,” Y/N mumbles, barely loud enough to hear.

Ekko blinks.

“You?” he says, voice full of disbelief.

“Apparently.” Y/N pulls her hand away from mine tucking them into her sleeves like she’s trying to hide.

I snort, rolling my eyes. “It’s ‘cause Mrs. Clark is a total cunt.”

Ekko’s eyes narrow.

His face hardens a little—like he’s getting pissed off, not at us, but at the absurdity of it. “She really gave you detention for that?” His voice drops, angry now. “For laughing? That’s... that’s fucking ridiculous.”

I nod, crossing my arms. “Told ya. Stupid.”

Y/N looks down, trying to disappear into the floor like she can avoid everything.

So, of course, I’m not having that.

I grab her hand. “C’mon, Y/N. Detention? Are you seriously gonna sit here like some sad sack when we could be out there making actual trouble?”

She gives me the side-eye, clearly hesitant. “I’m not sure—”

“Stop thinking, and just do,” I snap, tugging her toward the window. "I’m done with this place, and you should be too."

She hesitates again, her face a mix of nervousness and confusion. I roll my eyes. “Detention’s for losers, Y/N. And you’re not a loser. You’re a rebel just waiting to burst out.”

Ekko’s already halfway through the window, a grin plastered on his face like he’s got nothing better to do than burn this place to the ground. “C’mon, this is way better than sitting in that crap hole. You don’t want to miss it.”

I lean out the window, breathing in the night air like it’s the first breath of freedom I’ve had in ages. “You’re seriously gonna let this lame-ass detention keep you locked up? Or are you gonna live a little?”

She’s still stiff, unsure, but there’s a flicker in her eyes.

She’s fighting it.

I see it. She’s craving a reason to break the rules, but she’s scared.

I pull her closer, voice low but firm. “Look, it’s just one little jump, Y/N. What’s the worst that can happen? Get caught and get another detention? Big deal. You can always blame me. I’ve got it covered.”

Finally, after what feels like forever, she steps up.

Slowly at first, but then quicker.

She's in.

I laugh, watching her climb out. “That’s my girl,” I mutter, watching her face. There’s a spark in her now, and I can feel it.

She’s gonna love this.

We all slide out the window, landing in the cool night air.

Ekko shoots me a look, like we're all in on some big joke. “Now this is how you do it,” he says, grinning ear-to-ear.

Y/N looks at me, her face still a little stunned, but now she’s definitely feeling it. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she says, breathless.

“You bet your ass we did,” I say, with a grin that could cut glass.

“Best decision of your life. Welcome to the rebellion, toots.”

.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.☁︎

authors note: the friendship has begun to progress slightly, more where that came from ;)

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[tlouadditc]

can you please write about ✂️ with Abby😳💖💖💖

oh my god. yes. [small drabble since im just starting back!!]

warnings: 18+ [MINORS AND MEN DNI], reader x abby, scissoring [duuuuhhhhh], short story w/ no background, no established relationship, rushed ending, idk what else atp.

despite popular belief, abby prefers scissoring. something about skin to skin contact with you, bumping your clits together vigorously, only focusing on your orgasms- it's intimate.

the first time you scissored her wasn't awkward at all; abby let you get on top, let you pick the pace, and guided you a little when you got tired. her care for you was something you never experienced before, something that made you 100x more comfortable with her.

"mmfuck- abby," you breathed in between kisses, your clothed pussy grinding against her pelvis, hands gripping at her toned biceps. her hands traveled up and down your sides, lifting up your oversized shirt and revealing your soaked panties. the room was hot, only noises heard was the heavy breathing and wet kisses shared between the two of you. her eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, stared into your soul.

"what's wrong, baby?" she asked, a hand travelling down to your hip, guiding you as you whimper helplessly. "what d'ya need?"

moments later, you two were in the middle of the living room, on the couch, heavily panting as the sound of wet squelches and skin slapping fill the room to the brim. sweaty bodies atop of each other, small moans leaving both of your mouths. "jus' like that, cmon," she moaned, one large hand on your hip, rocking you in just the right places. your head is fuzzy, no thoughts, no worries, just focusing on the feeling in between your thighs. one of your hands grip onto her leg, leaving a hand mark; the other holding onto the couch for dear life. "so fuckin' pretty," she whispers, a hand coming up to caress your tit. "say you've never done this before but-" her head tilts back, cutting her sentence off with a loud groan. she guides you to go faster, juices spreading all over your heat. your legs are getting weak, the feeling becoming overbearing as you reach your climax. "cumming already? fuck, you're perfect," she coos. all you can do is hold onto her while riding out your orgasm. she talks you through it, praising how good you are to her. "good girl.."

not soon after, she does the same, using your sensitive bud to get her off. you lean down and leave wet kisses all over her body, lipgloss marking your territory. her chest moves up and down as she comes to her senses, body still trembling from pleasure. "that was.." she starts, but she ends up just giggling, looking at you laying on her bare chest. her laugh is contagious, causing a small abruption of laughter in the room. you both lay there, feeling closer than ever.

a/n: yay no hiatus anymore! i hope i dont jinx that. anyway hope this was good and im excited to get back into writing :p!!

[wishfulsketching]

Hey I couldn't help but notice the distinct lack of Isha in your AU. Please tell me she's OK

Ok, I'll share my unpopular opinion.

isha is unnecessary. They're there to make Jinx "nicer" and make her "stable". To give her "normalcy". Now, are these bad things? No. Not really. BUT.

Isha takes screentime from exploring how Jinx is dealing with Silco's death and that he is actually gone. Jinx now has to learn to survive on her own. Silco's lackeys did not like jinx. There is a whole storyline there to explore!!!

Isha takes screentime from Sevika. Sevika and Jinx bonded through act 1 but then was just forgotten (I mean Sevika was forgotten a lot in the end). I wanted them to finally join forces because they both mourn Silco.

Isha erases the whole s1 finale and Jinx deciding to be Jinx. I wanted Jinx to become the villain she could be. The loose canon. The chaos incarnate. But now she "finally has a friend" so she's just gonna sit around.

Why would Isha clutch onto Jinx? Because they're a weird kid like that? Weak character motivation. Because they want to fight for the revolution? Mmm okay. Did not lead to anything. They sacrifice themselves with a smile because they're perfect little child who has no faults, I guess. And to make Jinx even more sad because she couldn't be sad anough about Silco, apparently.

Talking about childen...Jinx is a child. Or well, acts like one. She was spoiled by Silco, able to stay immature because Silco would let her. And they give HER a child? And she suddenly CAN take care of them? Ok

The montage after Isha's death was insulting to me. It was unearned. I wanted to see Jinx deal with Vi. Bond with Sevika and Ekko. Deal with losing Silco and helping Vander. Becoming the chaos!!!

Now she is more paletable. More cute sad girl with a quirk, not a traumatized and overly violent ticking timebomb. She was supposed to become a villaaaainnnn or an antiheroooo

But they gave her a kid.

I don't hate Isha. I hate what including isha did to the story.

So, sorry. No Isha in the AU.

There will be a sacrifice in the AU, tho 💙

[trinityobsessesovatings]

DOMESTICITY~! {ARCANE HEADCANONS}

ARCANE CHARACTERS IN A DOMESTIC SETTING!

characters included; Caitlyn, Vi, and Mel

WARNINGS: me being a slut for domestic shit, lowercase, cursing, maybe miniscule punctuation usage, slightly suggestive (?), slight angst at some parts (?), LONG AF, and me just gushing for domesticity

hello! hello! i’ve been gone for a WHILE, i for the longest time have been wanting to write but two of my buttons on my laptop keyboard had broke 🥲 BUT i finally got my bluetooth keyboard and now i'm back!!! might be very long because i’m weak for these kinds of concepts! some might be longer than others. 

WOW WOW WOW WOW this one is a bit A LOT longer than my last one!

EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!: for those who don’t know all of my writings, if a “reader” is involved they are most definitely female/have female anatomy! 💛

enjoy! 🥰

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caitlyn

LOVES HER LITTLE FAMILY DOWN!!

in the sheriff position

so she’s VERY BUSY but will always try and make time for her little family 🥰

DEFINITELY has twins!!

a boy and girl set to be more specific

her girl is definitely named cassandra in honor of her mother

i think her son would be named something fancy as well; callum? caspian? shit maybe even charlie! 🤷🏾‍♀️

i very much headcanon that the reproductive health care and science is VERY advanced in arcane universe

advanced hexstrap 🥴

so your kids are literally half of you and half of her

DOES NOT BELIEVE IN PUTTING YOUR CHILD IN FRONT OF A TABLET

that and it drives her crazy hearing ms. rachel repeatedly (speaking from someone who has a younger cousin who crashes tf out if ms. rachel is off) 

she tried it for a little bit after getting the suggestion from both vi and jayce

but it's a definite NO in her book

NEOW it’s not like she won’t ever let her kids use the tablet to watch kids channels and videos

she DOES they just have schedule and SHE IS AN ACTUAL PARENT WHO MONITORS ELECTRONIC TIME

her kids WILL not be exposed to shit they aren’t ready for

some of her favorite moments with her family is the days she's off work and she lets the twins help her with baking sweets

kids are covered in flour

giggles galore

you’re watching on with a fond smile

everyone helping decorate the sweet treats

just domestic bliss out the ass

now for some serious stuff…

y'all know how I said her daughter would be named cassandra…

YUH in the beginning she DEFINITELY had a problem with ✨favoritism✨ 

caspian (we gonna go ahead and name baby boy caspian) was for sure feeling left out at times a bit of a velcro baby with you because of it

you confront cait about and she genuinely didn't know she was doing it

fixed that shit real quick it took a bit of time rebuild caspian’s trust but after a little while and a lot of work everyone like this🤞🏾fr

I would say caitlyn is authoritative parent honestly

just the right amount of nurturing, responsive, and supportive but she knows where to draw the line and set them boundaries

like yeah she wants her kids to have structure… but she also wants them to have independence

VERY COMFORTABLE IN SAYING “No”

is a supporter of having kids sit at the table and write "I will ___" "I won't do ___" 100x and if she's really mad front and back TWICE

PLEASE TELL Y'ALL KNOW WHAT PUNISHMENT I'M TALKING ABOUT 😭

also very open to hearing her kids side of things

but you know… she has clear rules and expectations for her twins

vi

now would y’all hate me for saying after years of being a reasonable crash out… she would prefer to be a stay at home mom 🫣

like i can’t get out of my head how i just want this girl happy and thriving

SO FOR ME JINX AINT DEAD!!! WHYYYYY BECAUSE THIS IS MY WORK! NOW!

i feel vi would have boys for sure, triples specifically; khai (oldest), elio (middle), and ballar (youngest) ALL IDENTICAL TOO

not even gonna front with y'all… deadass would have trouble telling her boys apart at times

vi would be in the middle of lecturing who she thinks is elio but the entire time she's been lecturing poor khai who’s been minding his business the whole

elio is off to the side confused because vi keeps calling his brother…him??

khai is looking at vi like she’s insane and has lost her mine orange slice frozen in air as he was snacking on his fruit

then ballar who is so used to vi calling them the wrong names is like: “mama, that’s khai.” 😕

it was even worse when you insisted on dressing the three of them up in identical outfits for the first few months of their lives

she had to put a stop to that because really thought she was going insane

would also lowkey feel like she’s a bad parent because she couldn’t tell the difference between her boys

literally in awe with how you’re able to tell them apart

as they got older though and started developing their own personalities and styles it became a lot easier

a big believer in ms. rachel… LOVES MS. RACHEL DOWN

ms. rachel is her girl ON JANNA SHE IS

when she's behind on chores, sits her boys in the playpen in front of the tv and turns on ms. rachel to get housework done

some of her favorite moments is cooking and having dinner with her family 

isha and jinx are invited OF COURSE

i headcanon vi as a damn good cook SHE CAN’T BAKE but she can cook

teaching her kids how to chop veggies with those child friendly knife that can actually cut food but won’t injure the child

teaching her kids recipes

i have this small little headcanon that vi writes down recipes so she can hand them down to her children 🥹

now for some serious stuff…

now we know our girl vi is a retired crashout so she has a temper

NOW I'M NOT SAYING SHES LAYING HANDS ON HER KIDS❗❗

but there are moments where she hits them with classic;

“because i said so!”

“i’m the adult and you’re the child!”

or plain out just yelling out of frustration and anger

she always feels EXTREMELY guilty afterwards 

but after sitting down with her and talking with her she always comes back and doing so much better with controlling her emotions

when the triples were babies she was FOR SURE had an attachment style of parenting;

the boys sleeping in cots in that same room as you guys

always having them near her

skin to skin bonding as soon as they were born

as soon as SIDs aren't an issue the boys are in the bed with you until you have to tell her “hey they need to be in their own rooms now.”

as the kids get older develops more of a positive parenting style

very caring supportive and sensitive with her kids

like instead of focusing on the negative her kids do she focuses on the positive of what her kids do

for example; y’all remember when powder lost all of their loot in the first episode and instead of being mad she went “all that matters is that you’re okay.”

yeah like that

sets boundaries with her kids that supports their interests

does all she can to avoid punishment which in turn lowkey makes you the bad guy

but if need be she will take things away, give time outs, and worst of all grounding

cries in your arms after she has to ground the triplets after they get into a fight with some other kids

she also encourages her kids to be curious, have empathy for others, and just for them to be children

mel

MEL IS A GOOD MAMA!

I SAID IT!

i also feel she would be more of a one and done

mel 100% gives birth to her little twin fr 😌🤞🏾

all the good genes from her SHOVED INTO THAT LITTLE ANGEL SHE GIVES BIRTH TO

im talking gold freckles, eye color, perfect hair and all

DID YOU 🫵🏾 EVEN TRY!!!???

chile anyway

she’s still apart of the council y’all… but trust if need be… she pulling up with caitlyn for another 2v1 😈

has a little girl that she treats and dotes on

that’s her little princess

her little aurelia (which means golden child/golden one) 

takes her to work with her sometimes

definitely has one of those cute cozy baby carriers on and her baby always with her

isn’t really fond of sitting her child in front of a tv but does vibe with gracie’s corner

but she would much prefer reading to her child or doing other activities to embrace her child’s imagination and creativity and knowledge

her little princess is always dressed in the finest fashion and wearing name brand clothes

you lowkey don’t get it because… aurelia isn’t even gonna be able to fit those clothes in couple months

she tells you respectfully mind your business and shut your mouth 😌

“yes ma’am”

happy wife, happy life 🫡

mel’s favorite thing to do with her family… FAMILY SELF CARE DAYS

i'm talking waking up early because y’all got appointments all throughout the day!

first thing y’all waking up and taking off cold sleep masks

a nice breakfast out at y’all favorite cute breakfast spot

now y’all gotta go to your early nails appointments

right after that the nice calm family spa

after that you guys gotta head to your hair appointments

then y’all end the day with a nice dinner out 

serious tings neow!!!

now y’all know how i’ve been saying mel calls aurelia ‘“her little princess”

she lets her get away with EVERYTHING and ANYTHING

i feel it would come from her not wanting to have too many high expectations on aurelia like her mother had on her

and that leads to MASSIVE spoiling sprees 😬

it also leads to her stick up for her aurelia even when she is deadass in the wrong 🤦🏾‍♀️

it would get to a point where mel would get angry with you for giving aurelia any type of punishment

dare i say most the disagreements in your marriage came from you different views when it come to discipline for aurelia

like i’m talking arguments so bad y’all were sleeping in separate rooms 

which means FOR A LONG time she was a permissive parent

lowkey… she would be a mother-in-law from hell NO KIDDING

but back on her parenting type..

which is a mix of permissive/attachment and then when you guys had a serious talk

you informed her of trying to change her ways and she starting getting into more of a positive parenting style like vi

when it comes to mel’s attachment parenting;

constant skin to skin contact right after she was born

she walked around with aurelia in the baby carrier

had aurelia sleeping in the middle of both of you

constantly had her in her arms

aurelia finally had her own room at the age of 3

now mel’s permissive parenting;

mel is a really nurturing and emotionally responsive parent

but didn’t believe in punishing aurelia or putting her foot down with her

which ultimately lead to aurelia having poor self regulation skills

when sitting down with mel to talk with her about how you both were parenting very differently and not in a good way…

that didn’t exactly go well..

it lead to another serious fight because aurelia would act one way with mel and act completely different with you and no one else because she knew she could get away with pretty much anything with mommy mel 

the fight was so bad you stayed with your parents for a few days

so that meant mel was with aurelia 25/8

that’s when she started getting a glimpse of what everyone trying to tell her

because at some point in time keeping up that little princess facade for mel… aurelia would get tired of that and true colors show

after that you and mel sat down with one another and came to an agreement and the three of y'all went to family counseling 💛 

mel is starting to understand that she can parent her daughter without plain spoiling... but she did make a habit of it so it's something that she has to work on breaking

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hope you enjoyed! ○( ＾皿＾)っ Hehehe…

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when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.

or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous

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salmaparalluelo Have the sweetest day!

bff3 At last 😉❤️

mikkykiemeney cuteee 🎀

marisabel_rguez Lucky girl! ↳ yourusername me or her? ↳ marisabel_rguez Uhh, trick question? liked by yourusername and 15 others

bff1 about timeeeee. i'm so happy for you 💃🤗

username1 the bracelet???? ↳ username2 THE M!! ↳ username3 the m! 😱 ↳ username1 who else do we know she hangs out with that starts with M that doesn't rhyme with visa? ↳ username4 mapi 🤣 ↳ username2 let's not pretend we don't know who it is lol

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alexiaputellas Hey hermanita, I know you were hesitant to tell us about your love life a little while ago, not wanting to jinx things and taking that time together to explore things in private before making things official.... but we will always love you no matter what and we want to love who's made you this happy too. So whenever you're ready, okay? Follow your gut and heart. I'd love to meet your special someone and learn everything about how she makes you happy, how you met, what she's like. I promise to be nice! 😉 Te quiero mucho, ardilla. Delivered

albaps9 yn i'm not going to lie, i'm hurt you've kept me out of the loop after i helped you get through it all. especially when i had to find out myself through instagram posts?? i always like to believe that you know you can come to me for your lows and your highs, so it hurts when you don't. i know you deal with these kind of things differently, especially after all that's happened, so i'll get over it and push my pride aside. but we'll still talk about this, kay? i just hope that you can let us in on your happiness once you're ready. and please don't forget that you deserve this and everything else you haven't even thought of. albaps9 btw, i'll keep my mouth shut for now like you asked, but i don't like keeping things from alexia and mama so it's best they hear it from you instead of connecting the dots as well. i won't lie to them if they ask me directly. i know you're hesitant to start anything new or to tell us so that we won't worry again. i get that you want to keep it private until you're sure it's serious, but we're here for you either way. no judgements, no standards. we just want to see you at your happiest and be there to see you like that. okay? vale. also, i love you, you fucking turd. Delivered

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albaps9 lol alexia is sooo gonna interrogate you over this. good luck. i've kept my mouth so far but you're making it veeeery hard on yourself, little one. Seen

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alexiaputellas Que pasa??????? Yn...? 😟 alexiaputellas Oi, don't leave me on seen on this one!! Seen

marisabel_rguez You liked the match? ↳ yourusername sorry, what? was too busy ogling the goalie the entire match. still thinking about her, frankly. ↳ marisabel_rguez That's all I needed to hear. ↳ marisabel_rguez What about her are you thinking of exactly? ↳ yourusername well, what time she'll come back to the hotel, for example? ↳ marisabel_rguez Few hours or so, she just told me. Don't miss her too much in the meantime. ↳ yourusername welp... that's going to be hard! i need her here ): ↳ marisabel_rguez Keep the bed warm for her then. Think you can do that? ↳ yourusername on it. but tell her to not make me wait too long. ↳ marisabel_rguez Or? ↳ yourusername the door will be locked and i'll have a mighty entertaining evening all by myself... ↳ marisabel_rguez Y/n... 😫 ↳ yourusername 😊 Seen

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bff1 but you fucking hate puzzles. lockdown proved that. ↳ bff3 Because we couldn't find the missing piece for weeks, then found it in the couch!!!!!!! ↳ yourusername if i had known that’s where she’d be hidden away all this time, i would’ve deep cleaned the apartment waaaay sooner liked by 13 others ↳ bff3 🥹 ↳ yourusername that unfinished puzzle still haunts my dreams btw ↳ bff1 i too have nightmares of jigsaws, but i think that's a different sorta jigsaw entirely 👹🔪 ↳ bff2 who are you and what you have done with our friend for you to ignore that last slide @/bff1 ↳ bff1 the one time i behave and it's not appreciated? ffs ↳ bff3 I hadn't even noticed that one holy heckkk, yn!! so cute!! 🤩

albaps9 okay i see you, that’s why your door was locked ↳ bff1 be happy that it was 😬😂 ↳ yourusername um hello? can't a couple take a sweet bath together? ↳ bff1 um hi? sweet bath... my ass! ↳ albaps9 um HELLO? i'm still here?! 🤮

bff1 cheeseball ↳ yourusername only saying it how it is 🤷‍♀️

username1 still no tag?? 😫 ↳ username2 omfg leave them be ↳ username3 No need when the answers pretty clear ↳ username4 brb zooming in on that tatted hand 🕵️‍♀️

alexiaputellas Yn, everyone can see this ↳ jennihermoso You're just pressed that YOU saw it. And this was so tame. ↳ alexiaputellas Still my little sister. ↳ jennihermoso Part two: you're just pressed you don't know who she's snogging. ↳ alexiaputellas Can I dislike a comment on here, too?

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albaps9 did you forget mama follows you too? she did NOT get the goalie joke and took it very literal albaps9 this one landed so wrong for ale too, she immediately called mami to call you 🤣 albaps9 ynn mami’s just asked me about it again. told her to text you, have fun with that. i love you but i'm not fixing your mess 🙃👋😘  Seen

alexiaputellas Y/n disculpe, but you posted it on your public story. And even if you'd posted it to your closed friends... I'm on there as well. Can I at least meet who you're seeing before I know, well... you know. Delivered

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○○○○○○○ mama 🌷(ICE) Why don't you pick up, laelia? mama 🌷(ICE) Mi hija... let me tell you something. mama 🌷(ICE) In relationships, some things are meant to be kept between the couple. To keep it special and protected. mama 🌷(ICE) If your story talks about what I think it does, you omg no mami, let's not, por FAVOR. i deleted it already!! mama 🌷(ICE) Vale, but seems I needed to say it to you, didn't I? You put yourself in this predicament. I see what you post too, linda. mama 🌷(ICE) Now, don't be embarrassed. When two people really love each other, that's just how things go. I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to show that side to one another. you please don't, i will ignore you. mama 🌷(ICE) Y/n, there's no need to feel weird. You can talk to me about everything. About sex too. I'm your mother, I'm supposed to help you navigate these things in life. It's important to feel comfortable during intercourse with yourself and your partner and to both enjoy it. It's not good to learn everything from the internet nowadays and I would never want you feeling insecure or worried about something when you can just talk to me about it. Nothing is too crazy, vale? you ○○○ mama 🌷(ICE) But it so happens that your sister is well-known and that means that some of her audience finds your internet pages too. I'm sure you didn't mean it in a bad way, but think of it next time, okay, querida? mama 🌷(ICE) And I just want to add, a healthy sex life is important, so it's good that you have that and can talk about what you like or don't like with each other. But I'd prefer not finding out you do from the internet. Or before having met your girlfriend. This goes for Alexia, too. She didn't like it. I want my first impression of your girlfriend to be a little different than knowing what she's good at, so to say. I know, no judgements from me, but you're still our niña pequiña, laelia. you ○○○ you ○○○ Read

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you you free right now? albaquerque 🌼 nope. still at work. why? you ack, you butt, you're texting me rn aren't you? albaquerque 🌼 bc when my tiny munchkin of a sis needs me, i'm here. it wounds me that you still don't know that </3 albaquerque 🌼 no seriously why? you buy a shovel after work and please, PUH-lease, help and bury me alive. albaquerque 🌼 jajajajaja mami?? you si, i want the ground to swallow me whole albaquerque 🌼 well i don't have time to come and help you, but maybe your gf will help you dig it with her bare, good-working, skilled and strong hands? or are you going to say she's even better with her tongue now? 😂😂😂😂 you vete a la mierda albaquerque 🌼 now for the love of god, go and tell ale before it's too late. she knows it's a goalie now, it's only a matter of time, yn. after that i'll help you shovel both your graves. seeing as misa will likely need one too. it'll be sooo romantic being next to each other even in death 😍 Seen

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username1: Well, the match just ended and... that was intense? Wanna guess what they were talking about before the ref sent them apart? I also want to know what Alexia quickly yapped to Misa after the goal because whatever it was, it wrecked her up for the rest of the match 😬 1...2...3.. go! Liked by 120 people

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username1 rip misa ouch, she looked so hurt ):

username2 ✨welcome to the family✨

username3 Yeah that didn't look too friendly but still personal 😬

username4 i just knew alexia was waiting all evening to wipe the smug smile off misa’s face the second they all shook hands before the kickoff lol

username5 First run-in with the in-laws already 😆😆

username6 misa’s strong for still staying with yn after this, i would’ve ran and cried, tail between my legs if alexia had done this like yes ma'am, okay ma'am, sorry ma'am.

username7 this was prob just the initiation to the putellas fam 🤝

username8 “Yn babe? Do you think your sister likes me?” :

username9 Awwwkwarddd...

username10 not yn making it worse by going to misa first after the match 🤣🤣🤣

username11 alexia the entire time: 🤨😐 ↳ username5 fr if looks could kill 🥴 ↳ username10 yn would be girlfriend-less

username12 yn come get your woman 

username13 Bark bark.

username14 MISA! BAD! ↳ username10 exactly, misa’s down bad 🤪

username15 Would've killed to be a fly on the wall in that locker room and hear the goss

username16 well, looks like they were having a great time 😳

username17 not the camera panning to yn momentarily ↳ username18 the camera operator is one of us 😭👏

username19 knowing misa, no appropriate words came out of that mouth tho 🤣🥵

username20 claws out 🥊 

username21 "You fuck my little sister? I'll fuck up your saving ratio! ☺️"

username20 okay no, if my gf fought in my honour and looked this good while doing it, i’d swoon ↳ username18 she didn’t save it tho 🫠 ↳ username20 it is the thought that counts!!!

username22 Wait, what happened between them? I thought they were such good friends? They used to have all these sweet moments together. That entire pk situation seemed so hostile... ↳ username15 Misa's allegedly dating Alexia's youngest sister. But no idea why they seemed so sour.

username23 everyone always talks about enemies to friends, but what about friends to enemies🤣

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you proud of you 🖤

m 💌 Shit game, but I could hear you cheer me on multiple times. Gracias, querida.

you yeah? you did?

m 💌 Yes 😘 It probably wasn't easy for you to cheer on both teams, but thank you for having my back.

you ofc, my love. always. 

you i'll always be your favourite cheerleading wag 🤩

m 💌 My only one! And you look really good doing it.

you too bad you didn’t save that pk tho, bc i would’ve screamed your name

m 💌 ○○○ m 💌 ○○○ m 💌 We still have tonight, no?

you ○○○ you ○○○ you ○○○ you ○○○ you no. you not before you apologise to alexia. you i know you said some things to get her that irked

m 💌 I’m just mad she’s mad. You're finally happy and now she's not. We told her and the first thing she did was walk away and ignore us for two weeks. That hurt. I tried to mend things during camp, but she was cold the entire time. She's making me feel like I'm not good enough for you. I know I shouldn't let my insecurities talk, but I also didn't like how her reaction to us made you go back to your ways of internalising and such. I don't like seeing you like that. And maybe she wouldn't have reacted this way if you were dating someone she didn't know, and then she wouldn't have had this reaction towards you either.

m 💌 And I've been feeling this mad since that very first moment, so I guess it just came out. I feel even worse now, because I never wanted to put you in this situation or make things with her even worse.

m 💌 Dios mio, and your mother was there too. I'm so sorry, Y/n.

you it's okay misa, you're a passionate person and are loud and fierce when you love. never apologise for it, because it's the very thing i love about you. i would never expect you to change your ways for anyone. i know you've been upset, and i'm sorry that it's not something i could control. but alexia has every right to feel that way, we should’ve handled it differently... told her sooner. i could see it hurt her when she realised mama and alba already knew. we've owned up to our mistake, but she needs some time to come around and forgive us, accept this is happening. she will, in time. that's just her. she's known you for a while and now i'm with you... she needs time to adjust not only seeing you as her friend, but as my girlfriend too. she feels a little awkward. i don't know what you said, but that probably didn't help her feel comfortable about the entire thing. no matter how much it worked me up seeing you that way.

m 💌 I'm not that kind of person to talk that way about women. Or about you.

you i know, amor. you but what did you say to her?

m 💌 I asked her if she was ready to take it, if she was sure, just normal talk to get her off focus, you know? It wasn't meant as anything personal, but then she returned the question, but about you. Asked me if I was sure about taking it while you were watching. I said that it would only help me do better. Then she asked me if I was sure I was good for you. 

you you are, please don't ever doubt yourself. you so so so so are.

m 💌 I tried to, but it just hit me the wrong way. So then the whole tone changed but everyone was watching so we tried to keep it lowkey, but it was so hard. I asked what kind of sister would say such a thing when you're clearly happy with me. Probably got a little cocky and said you'd come to me when I saved it, not to her, especially after her recent behaviour with you. I might have implied something would happen tonight between us if I saved it, though. That you were mine now. And I hate myself because I keep hearing the way I sounded while saying it and it disgusts me and I made it worse and I would never talk or think about you like property but the way she looked at me and said those things I just really wanted to hurt her back and I knew that would do it. I fucking hate and regret it. 

you easy, misa, i know, love. it's okay. i know you don't see me that way, you've never treated me as such. but it's happened, don't dwell on that. we can think of how to fix things now, okay? you but what did she whisper in your ear when she collected the ball from the goal?

m 💌 It's fine, don't you worry about it, querida.

you you don't have to protect me from it, you know? it's okay if you don't want to talk about it, but i'll ask ale about it either way. i want to know what hurt you so badly, and don't even deny it. i know you. whatever she said, don't take it to heart. not going to lie, you probably hit some vulnerable spots. i'll explain later why alexia's extra aggy about it all. but we need to talk about this, the three of us. and you two need to make up too. i'll coax up to her first or things might get even worse. going to her and olga's place rn.

you listen to me, everything will be okay, babe. vale? i love you.

m 💌 Yo tambien ❤️ you you can make yourself welcome at my place. dinner's in the fridge. you oh WAIT m 💌 Patiently 😇 you DON'T eat my cannoli!!!!!!!!!!!!!! m 💌 I was kind of planning on doing exactly that tonight... with your permission, of course 😉 you fuck you i love you 😩 m 💌 I love you more.

you and about that me being yours thing, if you ever say that again, i will jump your bones.

m 💌 You better hurry up then. 

m 💌 But be safe.

m 💌 You're my everything. And I really love you. Can you please never forget that?

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[aothotties]

Mommy Chaser pt. 3

Previous Chapters: (1)(2)

Warnings: swearing, masturbation, protected sex, riding, cunnilingus (m & f receiving), biting, fingering, multiple orgasms, pet names, lots of kissing!

Word count: 3.9K

Note: I am SO sorry it took me this fucking long to post this but I hope you all enjoy it!! :)

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“Mika, I don’t want to jinx anything with Eren but he’s damn near perfect.” You gush to your best friend while you pace back and forth. 

“Y/N! You must like him if you’re talking like this, are you sure you two haven’t slept together yet?” She asks somewhat playfully, Jean is sitting right next to her waiting for you to answer. 

“Ha ha, you know I haven’t slept with him. I can’t lie to you and say I’m not curious though.” You lay on the bed and bite your lip at the memory of your last encounter. 

The smell of his cologne filled your nostrils when he wrapped his arms around you for a hug. Or the comforting feeling of his muscular abdomen against your fingertips. 

“Are you still there?” You’re drawn out of your daydream by Mikasa and feel heat rush to your cheeks. 

“She’s probably thinking about getting dicked down right now.” Jean mumbles and your jaw quickly drops at such a wild, but somewhat true, accusation. 

You hear a smack and a yelp from Jean before Mikasa apologizes for his vulgar statement. 

“Please ignore him, we’re playing drunk board games and somebody’s having fun.” 

You can feel the poor woman’s embarrassment through the phone and let out a giggle to reassure her. 

“That sounds like fun, and even though your husband is an idiot…he’s not completely wrong.” You can’t help but admit defeat as more reminders from the other night flood your mind. 

“Oh my he’s really on your mind, isn’t he? I say go for it; I’ve known him for a long time and he’s a good guy. You deserve to move on and be happy.” You feel your worries die down the more she speaks, it’s almost like she’s giving you her blessing. 

“He’s corny as hell and eats enough for three people!” Jean adds and receives another light smack, this time he pulls Mikasa on top of him. 

You laugh and roll your eyes at his drunken words. You stare at the phone in confusion when there’s a lingering silence, soon followed by whispers and giggling. 

“Y’all, I’m still here. I’ll call you guys tomorrow night. Love you!”

“We love you more! Let us know how everything goes, Jean!” You hear your friend let out a fit of giggles before the line disconnects. 

You swipe over to your messaging app and sigh nervously. Your thumbs hover over the keyboard for a few minutes, you chew on your bottom lip and let out a sigh. 

You’re not even sure why you’re so anxious about all of this. Your baby girl is with her grandmother for the weekend, you don’t have to stress about working at all. It’s quite literally the perfect weekend for him to come over. 

“It’s now or never.” You mumble to yourself and start typing on the screen below. 

You smile at the last message before double-tapping it and leaving a heart. The feeling of the soft mattress and warm blanket have you drifting off. 

On the other side of

town Eren is acting like a teenage boy. If he could bounce off the walls in excitement he absolutely would, he’s only slightly ashamed of the bulge in his pants forming. It’s not his fault you’re the most divine woman in his eyes, you’re just so perfect. 

The thought of knowing that he’s going to finally get to see all of you, he’ll finally get to touch and squeeze your perfect breasts. All the nights of imagining what you look, feel and taste like have him leaking precum. 

He pulls off the suffocating boxers and lets out a hum of relief when the cool air makes contact with his hot tip. A thick hand wraps around the base and drags up, massaging the pink tip each time. 

“Y/N” He whines as he rapidly fuck his fist, his free hand grabs the sheets below as he gets close to his release. 

His tipping point is the thought of what your tight pussy is going to feel like wrapped around him. The hand grabbing the sheets slaps over his mouth as he moans loudly into his palm. 

He falls back onto his pillows and lets out a sigh of relief as he catches his breath. He looks down at the mess on his hand and huffs sleepily. 

“Just one more day.” He mumbles to himself while wiping the sticky fluid off himself. 

The next day finally rolls around and you’ve never felt more nervous for anything in your life. 

“Pull yourself together girl, you’ve had lots of sex before.” You say to yourself in the mirror while gently patting your cheeks. 

Your pep talk comes to an end when you hear the doorbell ring, you look over yourself once again in the mirror before shutting the light off. 

“Who is it?” You ask as you walk up to the door, a smile forms when you look through the peephole and see Eren on the other side. 

“It’s your future husband, open the door, sweetheart.” He responds playfully and you shake your head to refrain from laughing. 

You quickly unlock the door and move to the side so he can walk in. He drops his bag on the floor and removes his shoes before pulling you into a hug. 

You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you in closer. You take a deep breath and get a whiff of his cologne. 

“You smell nice.” You mumble against his chest, he rests his chin on top of your head and hums contently. 

“Thank you, I was thinking of you when I bought it. Are you hungry? I brought snacks for us to have.” He sets you back on the ground and you shake your head in response.

“I had lunch not too long ago, I can make you something if you’re hungry.” You politely offer and he’s the one to shake his head.

“I ate beforehand too, and when it’s time to eat dinner will be on me. I’m gonna be treating you today. Now show me one of those movies you were talking about.” He turns you towards the living room and you both sit on the couch.

“It’s called Bridgerton Eren.” You correct him, he playfully rolls his eyes and turns on an episode he’s never seen.

You get comfortable on the couch and cuddle up to Eren. You focus closely on the screen and give your full attention to the show.

In the few months of you two meeting one another, Eren has never understood why you love this show so much. 

Maybe it’s the attractive cast members, or maybe it is the plot, he’ll just have to watch and see for himself. That only lasts for a few seconds before his eyes land on your focused state. 

He grins at how entranced you are before the sound of moaning catches his attention. His eyes lock onto the TV and he raises an eyebrow. 

“So this is what you watch when I’m not here?” He smirks at you and you shake your head. 

“Not all the time! Sometimes I watch Modern Family or Brooklyn 99.” You say matter in rebuttal. 

He nods his head and hums in response before giving his attention back to the screen. He watches closely as the actors kiss and caress each other so tenderly. 

He shifts around on the couch to relieve some of the pressure in his underwear and glances to make sure you don’t notice anything. Thoughts of his hands groping your body and his lips kissing down your neck flood his mind as the scene goes on. 

You’re no better, there’s wetness pooling in your panties at the thought of him ravishing your body. Oh, how you long to be able to feel his mouth on yours, whispering sweet nothings in your ear while you come from another orgasm. 

You look over at Eren and are surprised to see how intensely he’s staring at the television. His Adam’s Apple moves up and down as he Mswallows nervously and keeps his eyes on the screen. 

You sit up and hold back a laugh at the blush that forms on his cheeks. 

“No I’m good, why are you alright?” He rubs the palms of his hands and his jeans and you nod in response to his question. 

“I’m doing great, if you want we can watch something else.” You reach for the remote, he gently grabs your hand and shakes his head. 

“You don’t have to do that, it’s fine. I’m fine.” He reassures you with a smile and a pat on the leg. 

“You know what's nice about being a mom?” You tilt your head and run your fingers through his hair. 

He inhales deeply and hums in relaxation at the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp. He looks over at you and gives you a tired smile, he can’t help but crumble under each stroke of your fingers. 

“You can almost always tell when someone’s lying.” You whisper in his ear and watch as he has a full-body shiver. 

You place a finger on his lips to silence him. He swallows nervously but refuses to take his eyes off yours. 

You find yourself climbing into his lap as if it’s your throne. The finger that was covering his lips traces the outline of his mouth. 

He wraps an arm around your waist to pull you in closer, you close the space between you two and press your lips together.

You release his hair from its ponytail and tug gently at his roots, a groan falls from his lips at the sensation and his hands steadily move down your back, they hover above your ass and you pull away from his lips.

“You can touch me Eren, I want you to touch me.” You stroke his cheek with your thumb and he nods his head, he pulls you down by the back of your neck and slides his tongue in your mouth.

This time you’re the one that’s making sounds, you whimper into the kiss when his large hands rub the fat of your ass. His hips buck abruptly and your whimpers turn into moans, you can feel his hard cock against the fabric of your shorts.

Your hands grab at his shirt, urging him to take it off quickly. He gets the hint and pulls away from your lips to remove it. You bite your lip at the sight of his body from under you, you can’t help but trail a finger down his abdomen.

“Don’t be shy baby.” He teases and takes your hand trailing it down his body at a teasingly slow pace. 

He smirks at how shy you’ve suddenly become, only watching his body and no longer making eye contact. He takes your hand and stops the movements at the waistband of his pants, you gulp and feel heat rush to your cheeks.

“Do I make you nervous, pretty girl?” He chuckles and tilts your chin upwards so that you’re both face to face.

You shake your head and take the opportunity to massage the outline of his dick through his sweatpants. 

He hisses in pleasure and throws his head back against the couch, you experiment by replacing your hand with a roll of your hips.

“Fuck baby, do that again.” His hands help your hips grind back and forth, you fall forward and smash your lips on his. 

He smirks against your lips as your moans get louder with each buck of your hips. He pulls back from your lips and raises your tank top, he leans forward and takes one of your nipples into his mouth. 

“Eren!” You gasp in pleasure and dig your nails into his shoulder. He groans at the sting and gently bites down on the bud.

Your fingers tangle in his hair and you fear that you might come in your pants if he doesn’t let up, not like he would mind that anyway.

He pulls away and places a gentle kiss on your breast before taking the other bud into his mouth to give it equal attention. Your back arches and you feel more of your arousal soak into your panties, you know for a fact that there’s a wet spot on Eren’s pants.

Eren feels like he’s in heaven with the feeling of your hands in his hair and your clothed cunt grinding against him. He pulls off of your nipple with a pop and falls back onto the couch, he takes a moment to catch his breath.

“I’m not too much for you, am I?” He asks in all seriousness, you give him a genuine smile and shake your head in return.

“No Ren, not at all. If I’m uncomfortable then I’ll let you know.” You reassure him and press your forehead against his, craving the feeling of being as close to him as possible.

“I’m gonna touch you now if that’s okay?” He plays with the waistband on your shorts as he waits for an answer. 

You permit him by moving next to him so you can slide your shorts and panties down simultaneously. 

You move to sit back in his lap and he quickly stops you. He lays you back against the pillows on the couch and looks over your body.

“I want to get a good look at you first.” He praises, his eyes take their time as he scans every inch of your body. His dick hardens in his pants at the sight of your wet cunt right in front of him.

“Just a quick taste, yeah?” He asks more himself than you, he spreads your legs and makes eye contact with your heat.

His pink tongue licks a gentle stripe up your clit and you shudder at the feeling. After the positive reaction, he dives deeper into your cunt, and your hands immediately grab the couch. 

His large hands securely grip your thighs and his tongue darts in and out of your dripping hole.

Your back arches off of the couch in response to the immense pleasure between your legs. He moans into your cunt as your juices flow down his throat, he rubs your clit with the pad of his thumb and watches you squirm around.

“E-Eren!” You gasp as you feel your orgasm creep up on you. Eren replaces his tongue with his fingers and licks your sweetness off his lips.

“You gonna come on my fingers, baby? Go ahead, princess.” His long fingers curve upward and you grab his wrist with a sense of urgency.

“I'm gonna cum Ren, f-fuck I wanna cum on you!” He pouts when you stutter and nips at your exposed neck, he places kisses up your neck and stops at your ear.

“You will baby, I want you to cum on my fingers too. I want you nice and wet for me.” He pulls you closer with his free hand and pumps his fingers at a quicker pace.

You pull him into a kiss and moan against his lips as you release on his hand, you bite his lip as you pull away and he removes his fingers from your cunt. 

He slides a finger into his mouth and closes his eyes as he saviors your sweet nectar. You copy his actions and suck on his middle finger, making sure to maintain eye contact with him.

“You’re trying to kill me.” He says jokingly, his dick on the other hand jumps when you pull off of his finger.

“Not quite yet, I still have to return the favor.”

You press against his chest and undo the tie on his pants, your fingers drag along his thighs as you pull his pants and boxers off. 

You watch in awe as his dick springs free and rests on his stomach. You wrap a hand around the base of his cock and massage the base, he sighs in pleasure at the feeling of your soft hand against his warm skin. 

His eyes widen when your thick lips wrap around his sensitive tip, he looks down to see your brown eyes staring into his green ones.

You mentally pat yourself on the back at the look of deep pleasure displayed on his face. You take more of him into your mouth and relax your throat with each inch you

Eren gathers some of your hair and holds it up 

into a makeshift bun, he hisses and watches you in admiration. 

His eyes close tightly and he finds himself gripping the cushions on the couch. The feeling of your wet tongue massaging the veins on his dick has him seeing stars. 

His grip on your hair tightens after you fully take him down your throat. Your moans send vibrations to his dick that spreads pleasure throughout his entire system. 

“Fuck baby girl, you take me so well.” His grip loosens on your hair and he guides your lips up and down his shaft. 

You moan at the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue, you take a look at the man above and squeeze your thighs at the imagery. 

His head is thrown against the back of the couch, his chest heaving up and down as little pants leave his pink lips. His abs flex with each suction of your lips, and his pretty brown hair falls in his face when his eyes meet yours. 

You give him a slight smile and he flashes you a weak one in return, he gently pulls you off his cock and back into his lap. He closes the gap between you both with his lips and sighs into your mouth. He pulls your shirt off and throws it somewhere in the living room. 

You moan passionately as his soft hands roam your body so freely and delicately. He pulls away to catch his breath and gives you a small laugh. 

“Not to ruin the moment, but there’s condoms in my bag.” He rubs your thigh with his thumb and you nod in remembrance. 

“Oh shit, yeah you’re so right. Duh!” You ruffle through his book bag until you find the small aluminum package. 

Tearing it open with your teeth, you raise your hips so you can properly slide it on him. He bites his lip and more precum can be seen dripping from his tip as the condom goes on. 

You throw a leg over his waist and hold onto the back of the couch to maintain balance. He rests his hands on your hips and massages the skin to ease any nerves. 

You lower yourself slowly and gasp at the feeling of his tip nudging its way through your entrance. Eren helps guide you down his shaft at a slow pace, his fingers grip your hips tighter and you moan at the stretch. 

“T-take your time pretty girl. We’ve got all day.” He rubs your cheek with his thumb as your thighs tremble with each inch your pussy swallows. 

You nod your head and focus on getting as much of his thick cock inside of you as you can. Erens mouth falls open at the way your tight heat sucks him in with each movement. You finally bottom out after a few more seconds of pacing yourself, he tangles his fingers with your manicured ones and kisses your hands. 

“You okay?” He wraps a finger around one of your coils and you nod your head in return, he leaves small pecks on your cheeks to ease your mind. 

“You’re a lot um, t-thicker than I imagined.” You sheepishly confess this brings a smirk and chuckle from the man below you. 

“Is that so baby? You’re telling me my confidence didn’t give it away.” He teases, you hit his chest and he thrust upward in retaliation. 

The sensation of his thick tip hitting your sweet spot draws a sultry moan from you. 

“How do we get that sound to happen again?” He experimentally bucks his hips again from under you, you dig your nails into the couch at the stretch from his cock and the pleasure it’s bringing to your body. 

“ ‘Ren! F-feels so good.” You throw your head back as you bounce up and down in his lap. 

The green-eyed man below you watches in content as you set the pace and fuck yourself silly on his hardened cock.  Jolts of pleasure course through his veins, and his heart rate speeds up with each movement of your hips. 

“ c’mere beautiful.” He pulls you into another kiss and pistons his hips upward to fuck against your g-spot. 

He holds you in by the back of your neck when you squirm in pleasure, your whines are swallowed by his groans which only egg him on further. 

On your end, you feel another orgasm building up in your lower stomach. The feeling of satisfaction is drawn out of you each time his thick cock head taps your cervix. Your gummy walls draw him in more each time he fucks into you. 

“I-I’m gonna come Eren! Please don’t s-stop.” You cry out as your second release quickly hits you, you fall limp against his lap and his thrust keeps you moving. 

“Am I too much baby? You’re such a pretty girl.” He compliments you and watches as you try to weakly bounce atop him. 

You shake your head and whimper as you climax against him yet again. 

“I didn’t even do anything that time, I didn’t realize my sweet girl was so sensitive.” He playfully pouts and kisses your cheek delicately. 

“ m-my legs are tired Ren.” You huff and he nods while giving you a sympathetic nod in return. 

“ ‘s okay mama, let your man take care of you, just a little bit longer like this. You feel so good.” He praises through gritted teeth. 

He has you wrap your arms around his shoulders while he holds the sides of your hips. He massages your smooth skin with his palms before controlling the speed of your hips, a low growl leaves his lips as your cunt drips down his eager cock. 

“Oh my god, yes yes fuck!” You cry out as your climax rushes upon you again. 

Any moans that Eren was holding fall out of his mouth as you clench and cream all over his thick shaft. He pumps his cock into you a few more times to ride out your orgasm before pulling out abruptly. 

“Can you handle a little more baby?”

That was the last thing you remember before you awake from a deep slumber. The room around you is dimly lit by your bedroom lamp, which you didn’t even realize you made it to…

Your thoughts are interrupted by Eren peeking his head in the door with a bright smile. You return the gesture and signal for him to join you on the bed. 

“Did you get enough rest? You were out for like 2.5-3 hours.” He holds back a laugh as you look away in embarrassment. 

“Yeah, I think I’m well rested.” You let out a yawn and groan loudly as you stretch, your head turns to look at the time and your eyes widen. 

“8:30?!? Eren you came over at like 1:45! Oh my god, are you hungry?” You rush out of bed and head to your kitchen, only to be surprised by takeout on the table. 

“I told you, dinner and everything else today was on me.” You hear from behind you, you turn around and cross your arms. 

“Well, don’t you just have the answers to everything?” You walk up to him and smile. 

“Yeah, something like that.” 

Ari

[5targh0st]

NUMBER ONE GIRL

70. not without you

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TW: implied sexual activity, sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism, angst if you squint, and not a warning but this is almost 9k words so bear with me lol

Yeonjun’s heart is racing. Who is even sending those texts? He can feel his hands trembling and his mind about to spiral. Is he really already stumbling? No, this can’t be happening. He’s happy. You’re happy. Everything is fine, right?

“Something wrong, babe?” You get a hold of his hand.

His troubled eyes land on you, gaze softening as he does so. “Nothing important.” He walks ahead refusing to let go of your hand.

It’s almost pathetic how much power you have over him. Whenever life gets troublesome, he knows he just needs to feel your body next to him to convince himself that everything will eventually be alright. Your touch grounds him. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him, maybe that’s the reason why he doesn't want to fail you.

He refuses to let go of your hand even as you board the plane. He needs it now more than ever. Part of him knows he should tell you about the texts, there are no secrets between the of you after all. But he’s scared. Talking about it makes it real. Yeonjun’s never considered himself a superstitious kind of person, but he doesn’t want to jinx this. This is a burden he has to carry all on his own, and they’re just meaningless words. There’s no reason why you should worry about it.

Granted, he’s keeping a secret, but at least he’s not lying to you. It’s not that bad, right?

“You sure you’re alright?” You ask once you’re finally in your seats. “You’re not scared to flight, are you?”

He laughs a little. “I’ve been doing it since I was like five, of course I’m not scared.”

“Just wanted to make sure.” You’re good at this; making him laugh and taking his mind off everything else.

“Even if I were, I’ve got you here to protect me, don’t I?” His arm brings you closer, your head is basically resting on his chest now. It’s a little uncomfortable given that there’s a literal barrier between your seats, but you just love the feeling of his arms around you.

“Absolutely! I’d hold your hands through the whole thing.”

Yeinjun’s lips make contact with your cheek. “I love you.” He whispers.

“You’re so lovey-dovey lately,” you laugh, but he knows it’s all in good fun.

“I can be a bad boy if you want,” joking around turned out to be the solution to his weird mood, you figure.

His hand rests in your lap where you keep fidgeting with his fingers. “I don’t think you can. At least not anymore.”

“Oh, I could if I want to!”

“So you don’t want to?”

“Not anymore.” He mumbles avoiding your amused gaze. “I want to be someone worthy of your love.”

“You already are.” The softness in your voice encourages him to look at you.

The way his eyes seem to light up when he listens to your words doesn’t go unnoticed. Was he feeling down because he was a little insecure? You’re not sure. But he’s smiling now and that’s enough for you.

You’re aware that most people would find Yeonjun’s constant need for reassurance to be a little too much. But not you. Although you don’t exactly know where it comes from, you sure want to help him navigate those feelings. He’s the most precious human being you’ve ever met. He just needs a little push to see it for himself.

You keep talking about your plans for the winter break when the sleeping pills you both took a while earlier finally kick in. You feel your eyes heavy and Yeonjun’s soft snores are like a lullaby; a weird one, but a lullaby nonetheless.

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“Can you please just go back to sleep?” Dahyun rolls her eyes at her fiancé.

“They’re gonna be here in less than three hours!” Josh keeps rolling around.

“Oh, my god,” the girl slams a pillow in his face. “I’m going to sleep on the couch.”

Dahyun’s ready to get up and make her way to the couch, but Joshua rushes to engulf his arms around her waist and keep her close to his body.

“No!” He sulks, “I’ll stop now.”

“Why are you so anxious?” She turns around to face him.

“This is the first time we’re spending Christmas together, at least since we moved away.” And now everything makes sense. “I want her to have a good time and maybe convince her to visit us in London some time.”

“That’s why you invited Yeonjun, then.” Dahyun connects the dots in her head.

“No!” He quickly denies it. “I did want him to come. He’s a great guy and quite fun to have around.”

“Oh, you have a soft spot for your soon-to-be brother-in-law.” His fiancée mocks.

“Don’t say that!” Yeonjun would only marry you over Joshua’s dead body.

“But you do.” She keeps taunting him.

“Changed my mind,” he gives her a little nudge. “Go to the couch!”

None of them really notices how close Dahyun is to the edge of the bed, not until it’s too late.

“You asshole!” She yells at him from the floor.

Josh wants to help her up. He really does. But he can’t stop himself from laughing his ass off while Dahyun keeps cursing at him and his ancestors. He can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with his beautiful girlfriend, even if she has the mouth of a sailor sometimes.

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“Have you been here before?” You ask Yeonjun once you’re waiting for your luggage.

“Nope.” He answers smiling. “It’s my first time here. How about you?”

“Same.”

“Why Prague, though?” Yeonjun asks the question that’s been running through his mind since Joshua invited him.

At first, he assumed it should have something to do with a childhood memory or maybe even a family property. Now, however, he’s dying to learn a lot more about you. He knows little to nothing when it comes to your past. However, he does know that your parents and his used to go to the same galas and over-the-top events. But it’s not a surprise that he hadn’t met you before; he’s never been interested in that kind of shallow stuff. And, for the looks of it, maybe neither were you.

You smile fondly, at a memory maybe. “It’s kind of silly.” You try to dismiss.

“I wanna hear it.” He looks at you through the strands of hair that cover his forehead and are now way too long, but he still refuses to cut his hair.

“When we were little, Josh read somewhere that Christmas in Prague is like a really big deal.” You recall. “He showed me some pictures and everything looked magical. The lights, the colors, everything was beautiful. We loved the idea of spending the holidays in Prague, but our parents weren’t exactly on board with the idea. They were always working and traveling for business. So Josh and I agreed to one day, once we were old enough to travel on our own, visit Prague on Christmas. And then the accident happened and life got complicated. Now Josh has a life in London and I’m happy in Seoul. I kinda forgot about the whole thing a while ago, but I was really happy when he told me what he had planned.”

“Was it around that time that you also fell in love with photography?” His eyes as soft and loving as ever.

“How did you know?” You ask kinda surprised.

“There’s just this look in your eyes when you talk about something you love,” he explains. “You had that look when you mentioned the pictures.”

“Don’t do that!” You whine covering your face with your hands.

“Do what?” He laughs.

“Notice every single detail about me, you make me feel shy.” You look at him through your fingers.

Yeonjun doesn’t waste time and holds your wrists taking your hands out of the way so he can get a clear look at your flushed cheeks. “Too late, I’ve been noticing them since that night I saw you at the club.”

“You’re so-”

He cuts you off with a kiss. “So what?”

“So-”

And again. “So what? Tell me.” He teases.

“Stop!” You whine once again.

You have fun with him. As cheesy and dorky as he can be, he’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of. You’ll never get tired of his playful and childish antics.

“Your brother just texted me,” he rolls his eyes. “He’s already here.”

“Oh, he’s not so bad.” You mock his dramatism.

You walk hand in hand and laugh at your boyfriend’s complaints about how much your brother hates him. You’re not so sure about that, though. Josh would’ve never invited Yeonjun if he didn’t like him. He’s always been a really family-oriented type of person so, if he went as far as paying for everything, it must mean something. He means well, most of the time.

“There she is!” You hear his obnoxiously loud voice. “There’s my baby sister!”

You don’t even have time to complain about his annoying attitude because, in a matter of seconds, he’s engulfing you in his arms as if this were the first time he’s seen you in years. The force of the impact makes you lose your balance for a second, but Josh makes sure you don’t fall on your ass in front of a shit ton of people. He knows you’d kick his ass if that ever happened.

“I missed you too, I guess.” You pat his back awkwardly just for the fun of it.

“I have a lot of things planned!” He starts excitedly. “You’re gonna love this. We’re all in the same hotel, and Hansol arrives tomorrow so it’s like the whole family. I’m so excited!”

His yapping continues for a good while. You tune out most of it, though; your mind is too occupied replaying the moment he said the ‘whole family’ was getting together without making some petty remark about Yeonjun crashing your family quality time.

After checking in at the lobby, you go with Yeonjun to the room where you’ll be staying for the next few days. The view from the balcony is nice, there’s a little living room and even a dining table, not that you’d be using it. To your surprise, there’s only one bed and something tells you that Dahyun had something to do with the change of plans. You make a mental note to thank her when you guys get together for dinner tonight.

Yeonjun doesn’t waste any time and just collapses into the bed. “Oh, my god, this feels like heaven. I hate long flights, my back is killing me!”

“That’s because you’re old.” You joke. “I slept like a baby.”

“That’s because you’re short.” He rolls his eyes.

You throw a pillow straight to his head. “My height is perfectly average, you’re the one abnormally tall.”

“Who told you that 1.82 is abnormally tall?” He asks, voice laced with mockery.

“Fuck off!”

His laugh resonates in the room. “Let’s go get breakfast before you try to kill me.”

“I thought you were tired.” You lay down next to him. “We can stay here if you want.”

“I am tired, but I also wanna do everything you want.” He closes his eyes when your fingers run through his hair.

“That’s sweet,” you keep playing with his hair. “But I think we’re gonna end up doing everything Josh wants.”

He groans and pulls you closer. “Then let’s stay here for a while.”

“Fine.”

Your caresses come to a halt but he quickly gets a hold of your wrist. “Don’t stop, please.”

And who are you to refuse him? You continue playing with his surprisingly soft hair and he hums in contentment. He’s like a cat. A giant sulky cat. But you wouldn’t have him any other way. “You’re so pretty.” You mumble with a lovesick smile.

“You’re prettier.” He refutes while tightening his hold on your waist.

You laugh. “Can’t you accept a compliment?”

“Nope.” He smiles still with eyes closed.

“I’ll say it as many times as I have to til you do, then.” You kiss the tip of his nose.

A faint blush sets on his cheeks. “Good luck with that.”

He really is pretty. You’re not one to compare people’s looks, but you’d say he’s prettier than all of your exes. He definitely makes you feel like the luckiest girl alive. He’s the full package. You just wish he’d have a little more faith in himself.

When you first met him, you thought he was the type of guy who’s just so obnoxiously full of himself that thinks no one is good enough for him. It’s a little ironic that he’s actually the exact opposite. You don’t know much about Yuna, but you sure hate her for making him feel this way.

You’re not sure how much time has passed, but Yeonjun is sound asleep and you’re kinda hungry. You know he won’t wake up if you move him but he’s just so heavy.

“Fuck.”

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Meanwhile, a few rooms to the left, Joshua hasn’t stopped sulking in the last 30 minutes.

“I can’t believe you changed their room.” He complains once again.

Dahyun rolls her eyes at his dramatism. “They’re adults.”

“But that’s my sister.” He fake-cries yet again. “Hansol is so not gonna like this.”

“He was the one who told me to change the room behind your back.” She clarifies.

“He what?!”

“It’s not a big deal,” she tries to reason. “You even said you like him.”

“I take it back.”

His fiancée knows damn well he doesn’t. But she humors him anyway. “Ynnie is gonna hate you if you do that.”

“You really think she’d choose him over me?” He asks seriously this time.

“Yes,” Dahyun answers without even thinking.

“Oh, my god, you didn’t even pretend to think about it!”

She just laughs and continues getting ready for dinner. Joshua rolls to his side and is about to keep pestering her with complaints but his mind goes blank. He sometimes hates it. The way Dahyun is the only thing he thinks about 24/7, the way he’d grovel and beg for an ounce of her attention. She has him wrapped around her finger and he’s not sure she actually knows it. He’s just so obsessed. She could tell him to jump off a bridge to prove his love for her and he’d do it, no questions asked. He’s so pathetic when it comes to her.

The gentle movements of her hands applying her makeup are hypnotizing. His friends sometimes make fun of him and say they can’t believe he pulled someone so beautiful. Neither can he.

They met when they were kids and she has been his best friend since then. He’s not sure when, but he fell in love with her. With her beauty, of course, but even more with her gentleness, her sense of humor, the way she’d scold him whenever he did something stupid, the way she understood him like no one else. He even has to admit he fell even more when he saw Dahyun being so attentive to his sister. He could never be with someone who didn’t love his sister as much as him, so he’s glad Dahyun does. They’re his whole word.

“You’re staring, Hong.” Dahyun looks at him through the mirror.

“You’re also gonna be Hong real soon so enjoy that card while you still can.” He smiles smugly.

She rolls her eyes, but he notices her shy smile.

“You remember the night after the accident?” He asks out of the blue.

“I do,” she replies softly. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” his thoughts have been all over the place lately. “I had a dream about that night.”

“What happened in your dream?”

He sighs, “I gave Yn up.”

At that, Dahyun turns around to actually look at him. “Is this a ‘what if’ kind of situation?”

“Not exactly,” he sits up. “I don’t regret my decision, she’s my everything. But sometimes I wonder if she would’ve rather gone to our father’s family instead. Like, being taken care of by actual adults, and not just a stupid teenager pretending to know what he’s doing.”

“She adores you.” She says softly. “Even if you guys have a weird way to show it.”

“I know,” he ponders. “I just wonder.”

Dahyun goes and sits on his lap. “You’re being stupid.” Her hands cup his cheeks. “You’re her entire world. You and Hansol mean everything to her. If anything, I think she would’ve hated you if you had let her go.”

“Maybe.”

“I’m always right, Josh.”

“Love the confidence.” He says before capturing her lips.

“You idiot,” she pushes him playfully. “You ruined my makeup.”

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As uneventful as it was, you feel great after having dinner and seeing Joshua actually being nice to Yeonjun. You really hope they can be friends.

“They’re not gonna kill each other if you don’t keep an eye on them,” Dahyun catches up with you.

“You never know,” you joke.

“I like him,” she says looking at Yeonjun play-fighting Joshua. “He’s good to you.”

“He is.”

“Josh likes him too,” she confesses. “Even if he refuses to say it out loud in front of you.”

“Hansol liked him first, though.”

“Oh, don’t tell him that,” she laughs. “He’s gonna be pouting all night.”

You keep walking behind the guys. They keep arguing about something you can’t quite understand, and you enjoy talking to Dahyun about life and stuff. You always try to show her how grateful you are to have her in your life.

You’ve never been a particularly sentimental person, nor are you the type to get sad over every single thing. You’re a tough girl, at least that’s what Hansol says. But you can’t help but think about all of the things that made you different when you were little. All of the times that they never let you play with them or didn’t go to your parties simply because your family situation was peculiar. That’s why you also appreciate Karina’s presence in your life. She made elementary and middle school bearable. She was the only other kid at your parties. You never felt exactly lonely, though, Josh’s friends always showed up.

You do feel bad for your inner child, but you also think that maybe it was worth it. Without all of that, you wouldn’t be here. You’re happy now. You’re even living your little Christmas fantasy from when you and Josh were kids.

“How’s the wedding planning going?” You ask trying to distract yourself from the sudden nostalgia.

“Amazing, actually,” Dahyun answers excitedly. “I mean, we’ve been planning this for over a year so…”

Well, that doesn’t make much sense. “Didn’t you guys get engaged a few months ago?”

“Kinda. We’ve been engaged for a while, the ring was just a mere formality for my parents to take our engagement seriously.” She explains.

“Oh.” Now it makes sense. “Sometimes I forget your parents’ aren't very fond of Josh.”

“They get along a little better now, “ she’s quick to reassure. “It’s just complicated.”

“He’s still the guy who took their only daughter away from then and all the way to London.” You understand. Dahyun’s parents were always against it.

“Yeah.” She sighs. “They’re coming to terms with the idea, though.”

“After almost 4 years? I would hope so.”

She laughs. “They ask about you sometimes.”

“They do?” That’s weird. Not because they were ever rude or mean towards you, but because they were always a little skeptical about Josh’s ‘parenting’.

“Maybe they just wanna judge Joshua’s influence on you.” She jokes.

“That must be it!” you laugh along.

“What are you laughing about?” Asks Josh a few steps ahead.

“Your terrible influence on kids.” You answer with a smirk.

As dramatic as always, he clutches his imaginary pearls and tries his best to look genuinely offended. “I am an absolutely amazing influence on kids!”

“Your in-laws agree to disagree.” Joshua groans at your words. It’s fair to say that the dislikement goes both ways.

“Can’t blame them.” Yeonjun chimes in.

“Now I’m gonna kick your ass for real!” Joshua throws some snow to your boyfriend’s face.

Not his wisest moment considering how competitive Yeonjun is. There’s also the fact that all of his friends say that no one’s ever beat him at snow fights, or any type of fight, but that’s beyond the matter at hand.

“Oh, you’re so gonna regret that.” Yeonjun’s smirk makes you smile. You’re dying to see him wipe the floor with your brother.

“Did you see the look on his face?” Yeonjun’s been excitedly retelling his crushing victory over Joshua.

“Oh, my god, that felt so good. I gotta tell Vernon!”

Hearing him refer to your other brother by his nickname warms your heart in a very wholesome way. You were worried he’d feel out of place, but turns out he fits right in. You listen to his yapping for a few more minutes and can’t help but laugh at the memory of one of his very first texts when he said his friends said he’s a yapper. You’ve always found it endearing.

Yeonjun, on the other hand, has never felt so included in something. Of course, his friends make him feel included and they mean a lot more to him than his blood relatives, but he can’t remember the last time he felt so welcomed to someone else’s family dynamic. Not even Yuna’s family liked him that much. Part of him still can’t believe Joshua actually likes him and wants him to be a part of your holidays. Vernon is a whole different story, though. He’s liked him since the beginning and he encouraged him to push his fears aside and ask you be to his girlfriend

“I’m glad you’re having fun.” You mention sincerely.

He smiles and turns to you. “Are you happy with me here?” He asks, doubt evident in his eyes.

“How could I not be?” You cup his cheeks. “As pathetic as it sounds, ever since I met you, my days feel lonely and kinda empty if I don’t see you.”

“Oh, you’re so in love with me.” Mockery and fondness laced in his tone.

“Don’t flatter yourself, baby.” You joke.

It’s nice. You’re a couple, but you never stopped being friends. He’s your favorite person. And you are his. Nothing could ever come between you, right?

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Hansol’s arrival proves to really bring everyone even closer. He balances out Yeonjun’s and Joshua’s bickering and allows them to actually bond. It even gives you the opportunity to enjoy some quality time with Dahyun. And, of course, you don’t waste time.

“So, how’s everything going with Yeonjun?” She asks smirking.

“I am not answering that question.” You laugh flustered.

“I’m just asking if he makes you happy.” There’s that suggestive smile again.

“Stop.” You cover your face.

“Oh, come on, don’t be shy.” She presses jokingly.

“He makes me very happy, ok?” You give in. “Can we talk about something else?”

“Very happy?” She squeals, “No way, now I need the details!”

You facepalm yourself. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

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Unaware of your embarrassing situation with his fiancée, Joshua is having the time of his life with Yeonjun and Hansol. He loves spending time with Hansol; he’s been with both of you through every step of the way, and he even considers himself your brother. But this new dynamic that’s been set with Yeonjjun’s addition to the mix, is quite fun. He enjoys the bickering and the sarcasm. And, much to his dismay, he loves the way Yeonjun seems to irradiate love whenever you’re around. Of course, he’s never gonna say that to him, the fucker is smug enough as it is.

“So, how’s everything going back in Seoul?” Hansol asks Yeonjun. “Heesung told me you’ve been working on something for the competition.”

“I didn’t know you and Heesung were friends.” Yenjun is fairly surprised.

“Not exactly, but I got him a gig at a friend’s club and he’s been helping me with some songs,” Hansol explains.

Yeonjun seems offended. “I could’ve helped you.”

“I didn’t want to impose. I know you’ve been a little busy with your own projects.”

“I mean, I am, but I can always make time,” Yeonjun says. “I’ve been way too much into my own music, it’d be nice to work something else for a change.”

“How do you make time for music and business?” Joshua asks.

“I don’t take any business classes.” Yeonjun laughs nervously.

“Aren’t you taking over your parents’ company?”

“I’m not,” Yeonjun says still a little confused. “But who-”

“I closed a deal with your dad a few months ago,” Josh explains without getting into too much detail. “I think you texted him or something because your name came up and he even showed me a picture and everything.”

“And he told you I’d be taking over?”

“No, but you’re a Choi,” Joshua says matter-of-factly. “Your family’s been in the business for decades so I just assumed you were like next in line or something.”

Hansol laughs awkwardly, “You’re a psychopath.”

“So you decided you liked me because you thought I was taking over my family’s company?” Yeonjun asks mildly disappointed.

Joshua laughs for real this time. “I decided I liked you the moment I saw my sister smiling like never before at the mere mention of your name. And, for what it’s worth, I respect you more now that I know that you’re not following your parent’s steps.”

He’s being honest. Joshua’s never been exactly a fan of the CEO life, but he enjoys it enough not to hate it. Ever since he was little, he knew he was the future owner of the company. He never had the opportunity to pursue something else. Not that he minds it now, but given the chance he might have chosen something different for himself. So he truly admires people like Hansol and Yeonjun who pursue their true passion and have the choice to step away from that boring life.

“You fucker! For a moment I thought you were looking for a promising young CEO for Yn.” Hansol snorts at Yeonjun’s words.

“Absolutely not!” Josh exclaims. “Young promising CEOs are the worst. They walk around like the world owes them something and they’re all cheating bastards.”

“Sounds like you know them well!” Hansol teases him.

“I am not like that,” he tries to defend himself.

“We didn’t say that,” Yeonjun joins.

“Fuck you, you idiots!”

Yeonjun is having a lot of fun right now. Sure, he got worried for a second, but Joshua is quite easy to mess with.

“We literally didn’t say anything!” Hansol defends before downing what’s left of his beer.

“Whatever,” Josh scoffs. “More importantly, I wanna get to know you, Choi Yeonjun.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, let the poor guy enjoy the holidays.”

“This fucker is anything but poor,” Josh pours himself another drink. “So I want to know how someone from a family like yours ends up where you did.”

“You’re making it sound as if I’m homeless or dying of starvation,” Yeonjun rolls his eyes. “I’ll humor you, though. Believe it or not, I’ve always had my parents’ support when it comes to my career choice. Like most parents of kids like us, they were never exactly present in my life, so I think this is their weird way of showing they love me or something.”

“So you’re not close to them?”

“Close enough. They’re not the first people that come to my mind when I wanna share something exciting or when I’m feeling down, but we don’t have a bad relationship. I update them about what’s going on in my life and they try to make time to be present, but we all know parents suck at that kind of thing.” He finishes, but the urge to mess with Josh is just too much. “Besides, now I have your sister for all those things.”

“I hate you, I really do.”

They keep joking around and laughing, but Yeonjun’s mind goes back to his parents. He wishes they were closer, but he’s grateful that they allowed him to be his own person even if they weren’t there to guide him through it. And then something pops up in his mind.

“I want Yn to meet my parents,” he mumbles without realizing he’s not precisely talking to himself.

“You know what comes next?” Hansol taunts Joshua. “A wedding.”

“You asshole!”

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You could get used to this. Going on about your day and then coming back to your safe place in Yeonjun’s arms. Nothing could ever be better than this.

“You had fun?” He asks playing with your hair.

“I did. I didn’t know how much I had missed Dahyun.” Your mind goes back to your childhood. “She’s really important to me.”

“I’m glad you had fun,” his voice is soft and soothing. “Josh was a pain in my ass most of the time, but he’s starting to grow in me.”

You look up at him. “Is he really?”

“Yeah, I mean,” he tries to sound nonchalant but fails miserably, as usual. “He’s not that bad. He’s fun to be around.”

“I’m happy to hear that,” you sigh. “To be honest, I was a little worried about you guys not getting along. You’re both really important to me so it means a lot that you actually made the effort.”

“I’d do anything to make you happy,” he says and you feel his heart beating faster. “You know that.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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Christmas Eve in Prague is everything you ever imagined back when you were kids. The market, the lights, the people. Everyone seems to be going somewhere and yet no one’s actually hurrying anywhere. It’s refreshing. Being in a place where you can just exist and enjoy the moment. It’s even more significant considering you were never exactly one to actually live in the moment. You’d always caught yourself longing for something that hadn’t happened yet.

So, right here, right now, you’re happy that you get to actually live and feel this moment. Your boyfriend’s laugh alongside Josh’s complaints and Hansol’s mockery in the background, Dahyun’s smile looking at some ornaments she wants to take home; everything feels real and warm. Dahyun says something about starting your own traditions, as a family. And you can’t help but agree with her, maybe this could be a real start for everyone. You kinda miss your friends, though. They’re also part of your family.

You spend most of the day walking around and buying a lot of useless pretty stuff. Hansol makes fun of Dahyun’s sweater and immediately regrets it when she comes back with four more, exactly alike, insisting that you all have to wear them tonight. Matching ugly sweaters, you all hate the idea but comply anyway. This is what Christmas is for, after all.

You even get to enjoy some alone time with Yeonjun. Walking by his side, hand in hand, you can’t help but admire his beauty. He’s hot and attractive, and all those things people say about good-looking guys. But he’s also all those things people say when talking about the sunset, the sea, the sky, and the stars.

“You think Soobin would like this?” He asks holding an old-looking book.

“Soobin? A Walt Whitman’s first edition?” You retort sarcastically. “I don’t know.”

Yeonjun rolls his eyes at you. “I didn’t mean it like that. He’s just a sucker for more thoughtful gifts. He hates it when people go around spending money and flaunting wealth just because.”

“I get it,” you agree. “But it’s you we’re talking about. Of course, it’s an expensive gift, but it’s also one of his favorite books. I’m sure he’s gonna love whatever you get him.”

He seems to ponder your words and ultimately decides to just get the book for Soobin and deal with his fussiness later. You stay back and look around a little more. You’ve already got everyone a gift, but you just can’t decide what to get for Joshua. When did you become this person who second-guesses what to give to her own brother? Like, you know what he might like but you wanna get him something he’d love.

And then you find the most perfect gift ever. It’s almost comical how it didn’t cross your mind before. “He’s gonna love this” you mumble talking to yourself.

However, even from the other side of the store, Yeonjun basks in the warmth of your excitement. He’s always known you’re a real caring person; he’s seen the way you always help Beomgyu and Felix with their shootings, how you try to make time to model Yeji’s designs, how you help Karina with her posters, the nights you stay up late helping Yunjun with her presentations. Hell, even the way you try to help Minho when he needs it and how you’re always there for Hyunjin. But he’s never seen you this childish before. You’re always so composed and try to do everything by yourself. Of course, you let him help you and allow him to be there for you, but it’s different when it comes to your brothers. It’s a vulnerability he’s never seen before.

“What did you get him?” He asks trying to see what you’re hiding behind your back.

“I’m not telling you!” You turn around. “It has to be a surprise for everyone.”

“I won’t tell.” He insists.

“Maybe not with your words.”

“The fuck does that mean?” He laughs and follows you around trying to convince you.

Once you’re all back at the hotel, Dahyun decides that you both should get ready together and let the men do their thing on their own. There are some complaints, mostly from Josh and Jun, but Hansol drags them to his room so you don’t waste any more time.

“See you in a few hours!” He announces still holding the other guys’ collars so they don’t start complaining again.

It really takes you back. Getting ready with Dahyun makes you remember the little slumber parties you used to have with her and Karina. Although Dahyun was there mostly to see Josh and try to impress him. Not that she had to do much about it, because that little asshole was head over heels for her ever since they met.

“You have to let me do your hair.” Dahyun insists. “Like when we were kids and you would ask me to put some ribbons on your pigtails.”

You laugh embarrassed. “You’re not putting ribbons in my hair this time, though.”

“We’ll see.”

In the end, she ends up putting a ribbon on your hair. You can’t exactly complain, though, it looks kinda cute. It feels on theme with the celebration.

“There’s no way that actually happened!” Your boyfriend cackles at one of Hansol’s stories about Josh.

He looks amazing. You’ve tried to be subtle, but more than once throughout dinner you’ve noticed Dahyun’s eyes flicker with either mockery or suggestiveness, and you don’t know which is worse. That slicked-back hair is making you feel things. Yeonjun always takes care of his appearance, especially for important events; although he also considers every party you guys attend an important event. Still, this is a little different. He has a great style, but you’ve only seen him wearing a suit a handful of times, so this is like a limited edition sight of Yeonjun.

You’re too enthralled in your not-so-innocent thoughts to notice the glances between Hansol and Dahyun. Their conversation shifts to Hansol’s shots record, he says he’s unbeatable. Yeonjun calls bullshit on his record so they end up deciding to prove themselves at a shot contest. Very stupid idea. Pretty convenient to Dahyun’s plans, though.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Dahyun announces when the two idiots almost run to the bar.

“Thank you,” Joshua’s voice is always gentle when it comes to her. It’s sweet.

“What’s going on?” You ask.

“Nothing,” He’s quick to say.

You give him a skeptical look. “Dude, I think we’re way past this. Is something bothering you?”

“Not exactly,” he’s trying to find the exact words. “I’ve just been wondering…”

“What?”

He sighs as if gathering strength. “Do you ever regret it? Living with me, I mean.”

Whatever you were expecting, this is not it. “Do you?” You’re scared to hear the answer.

Maybe he does. You can’t blame him, though. He was basically still a kid and had to push himself to grow up and mature just to be there for you. You understand, but it still makes you feel anxious. Does he resent you?

“Fuck no!” He clarifies. “I just– Grandpa called me a few weeks ago, before your birthday. We were just discussing numbers and shit, but then he asked about you. He said something about you being the way that you are because of me.”

“And how am I?” You ask confused.

“That’s the thing. He wasn’t very specific, so I’ve been spiraling ever since.” He tries to laugh but it comes out gloomy. “And I’ve been wondering if, maybe, that’s the reason you kinda avoid me.”

“Josh, I–”

“No, please. Let me finish. I understand. Everything was less than ideal and although I tried my best, I wasn’t what you needed back then. If I’m being honest, I didn’t refuse to give you up because I thought you’d be fine with me. I did it because I would’ve died without you. I’ve always needed you way more than you need me. You were the only thing I had left so I wasn’t ready to lose you too. And I’m sorry. I’m really sorry I wasn’t what you needed, but I’ve never regretted my decision. Yeah, I was being selfish, but it made me happy knowing you were with me.” He’s still avoiding your gaze and your heart aches. You’ve never seen your brother so distraught.

“You’re an idiot,” you try to smile. “I don’t avoid you, Josh. At least not consciously. But I do have to admit I’ve always felt a little guilty for the choices you were forced to make back then. You were a kid too, and yet you took me in. When you started college, you skipped the parties and extracurriculars because you had to take care of me. I guess I was just trying to prove to you that you don’t have to be there for me all the time anymore, you can live your life now.”

He reaches for your hand. “You are my life. I didn’t skip all those parties because of you, I hated those idiots. They were just interested in what they could get out of hanging out with me. I always preferred to attend your tea parties and even let you and Karina do my makeup and shit like that.”

You laugh, for real this time. “I still think you look great with pink eyeshadow.”

“I can pull off anything,” he jokes. “So we’re good? I can visit and call and whatnot whenever I want?” He asks.

“I mean, not whenever you want,” you roll your eyes. “But sure you can call and visit.”

“Funny we were both just being stupid,” the fondness in his eyes doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Birds of a father, they say.” You finish your glass of wine.

“Come on,” he stands up. “Let’s go get those idiots before your boyfriend gets wasted.”

“You should be more worried for Hansol.”

“No fucking way, he’s amazing at shots.”

You join the rest of the guys and, to your surprise, Dahyun is the only one downing shots while Hansol and Yeonjun cheer.

“And that’s how it’s done, kiddos.”

“She’s perfect.” Says Joshua next to you.

You feel a lot lighter now. Talking things out with your brother definitely made everything better. It's as if you finally got rid of some heavy burden you’ve been carrying around for a really long time.

“It’s nearly 11:30, we have to hurry if we wanna make it to the plaza in time.” Hansol starts making his way to the door.

Joshua groans in annoyance but follows him anyway, he knows how excited his brother is for the little Christmas Carnival. He hasn’t stopped talking about it since he first heard they’re having this really cool light show and some performances.

So here you are, watching a street play of some The Nutcracker retelling. It’s fun and beautiful in an endearing way. It’s not a big production and the performers are definitely students, but it’s way more fun than all those times you’ve gone to the theater to take some photos for a project, even better than the professional productions your parents took you to when you were little. The warmth in your chest is the same one you feel when you see Karina on a stage or Minho dancing. You see passion in their movements.

And there it is again, the memory of Minho’s words. Fuck. Why did he have to ruin everything? You can’t keep hiding this, but your friends might be right. It’s not like something significant happened, why would you worry Yeonjun for something as stupid as that?

No, you don’t have to tell him.

“Oh, my god,” Dahyun can’t contain her excitement. “That was awesome.”

“We’re definitely coming back next year!” Joshua announces. “This is our new tradition so you can’t make plans for next Christmas. Invite whoever you want, but we have to be here next year.”

“Next year let’s forget about hotels, we can just look for something out of town.” Hansol’s input is well appreciated and you know Joshua is already looking for some nice country properties so you can have a permanent place here.

“Absolutely,” Josh agrees as expected. “Any particular preferences, Choi?”

Yeonjun blushes a little. “Not exactly, why?”

Dahyun puts an arm around his shoulders, and he looks ridiculous scrouching to let her do her thing. “You’re definitely coming next year, aren’t you?”

“I mean–I don’t know.” Poor little thing doesn’t know what to say.

“Well, you’re invited. I don’t care if my sister dumps you, you’re definitely spending Christmas with us.”

“I’m not gonna dump him.” You try to land a punch on his arm.

“I mean, I was being nice not mentioning the possibility of him dumping you but–”

“That’s not happening.” Yeonjun interrupts without thinking.

He’s a blushing mess after he realizes what he just said, but everyone else is laughing. Josh might have had a little too much wine at dinner because there’s no way he likes Yeonjun that much. But you let that slide for now.

You walk back to the hotel joking around and agree to meet up at 8:00 in Joshua’s room so you can all exchange gifts and enjoy a nice Christmasy breakfast together.

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This is the worst fucking way to start the day. Why can this asshole leave him alone? Yeonjun convinced himself that those texts would stay in Seoul, he really thought there was no way they could ruin the holidays. And, to make things worse, he’s now sure of who’s been texting him and torturing him these past few weeks. What does she even want? He, once again, chooses to ignore this whole thing and just goes back to getting ready for breakfast with the rest of your family.

His mind wanders, though. Yuna might be right. As much as he’s enjoying this trip, there’s a little voice in his head constantly telling him to stop with the act. Maybe he’s not good enough for you and he’ll never be. He loves you, like he’s never loved anyone before but is that enough? Will his love be enough to keep you by his side?

“Everything all right?” You ask softly.

“Yeah, everything’s great!” He stands up from the little couch and walks up to the door. “Come on, we don’t wanna be late.”

You don’t look convinced but you follow him anyway. He’s grateful for that. He’s making the right choice, right?

Breakfast goes by in between laughter and some people, mostly Joshua, trying to get the others to say what they got them. However, Dahyun is adamant about keeping a secret so you can all be surprised once you get to open the presents. That’s the real magic, just being amazed. Joshua is still a prick and hurries everyone so he can finally open his presents.

You take turns opening one gift each. Most of them are silly little things you enjoy, some sentimental tokens, but it’s fun seeing everyone’s reactions. You all feel like little kids again. Dahyun is right, it’s sort of magical. Dahyun tears up a little when she opens Joshua’s gift; a custom-made set of earrings designed by him. Hansol is completely in love with his new guitar, courtesy of Josh who knows him better than anyone else. Yeonjun’s smile couldn’t be brighter when he opens your gift; a brand new hand-painted skateboard with little sketches of all of his favorite snacks.

“Soobin told me you’ve looking for a new skateboard but couldn’t fined something you liked,” you explain shyly. “I got a few classes from Hyunjin so I think it’s not so bad.”

“Not so bad?” He can’t contain his excitement. “It’s perfect! This is amazing.”

However, everyone loses it when they see what you’ve got for Joshua. He’s almost crying and can’t even hide his smile. You knew it was perfect. Back at the weird store of antiques and some trinkets, you found a painting, but not just any painting. It was a beautifully detailed scene of Christmas at the Old Town Square, identical to one of the photos that Josh showed you all those years ago. What were the odds of finding something like that?

“I love it!” He’s almost jumping around. “This is so fucking cool! I’m gonna hang it at our future Christmas house.”

What you don’t expect, though, is getting a vintage camera from Yeonjun. He could’ve gone with something like a Leica, but he got you a Hasselblad 500C in perfect condition. It almost seems brand new.

“Where did you get this?” You jump to his arms and hug him as tightly as you can.

“I know a guy,” he really wants to play it cool, but he’s way too in love for that shit. “And I might have been looking for one since you mentioned you wanted to try something different for your Viasula Storytelling project.”

“You’re perfect,” you peck his lips. “I love you. Oh, my god, I can’t believe this.”

Joshua fake gags and tells you to keep things PG. “Now everyone get the fuck out, I need some time with my fiancée.”

Hansol says he’s going for a drink and disappears down the hall. You’re about to suggest some activities but Yeonjun seems to have some other plans. He drags you back to your room and sits you down on the couch.

“I have something else for you.” He brings out a keyboard from the bedroom.

“You’re gonna sing something while staring at me for the next four minutes?” You joke.

“You know me so well,” he laughs. “I wrote this about you, obviously. I forgot about it for a while, but lately, I’ve been wanting to finish it and I did. And I want you to hear it, ‘cause this is ht way you make me feel; like I don’t need anything else.”

“I’m dying to hear it,” you encourage him.

Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?

His voice is soft, it feels like a caress. You love his voice. You love seeing him enjoying himself on stage and everything. But more than anything, you love these intimate moments shared between just the two of you. Yeonjun singing for you is something you’ll never get tired of. You love it way too much.

Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

I don’t belong, and my beloved, neither do you

His voice engulfs you in a dreamlike state. He looks at you as if you’re the one thing keeping him alive. As if he’d do anything for you. He’s so genuine and so honest. And you change your mind about this whole Minho thing. How can you hide something like that from him? He’s been nothing but honest and open since the vey beginning so you have to do the same.

I’m setting off, but not without my muse

No, not without you

He finishes and looks at you with so much adoration. You can’t stop the words that come out of your mouth. “Minho kissed me.”

The look in his eyes is one of hurt and even perplexity. “What?”

You rush to his side, “I worded that wrong.”

“What do you mean?” He looks so lost and hurt. “When did this happen?”

You drop to your knees in front of him. “Please, look at me, Jun. I promise you, it wasn't like that.”

His eyes finally meet yours and you can't help but feel guilty. “What happened?”

“The other night, at my party, he said he had feelings for me,” you start. “He said a lot of things that didn't make sense and then he basically kissed my forehead. It meant nothing.”

“Then why didn't you tell me?” It’s a valid question. “Why did you keep it from me?”

“I didn't want to hurt you. I know it's not enough reason, but it was insignificant and I didn't think it was worth making you feel bad.” You really hope he can understand.

“Why tell me now, then?”

“I don’t wanna keep secrets from you.” You explain. “I didn’t wanna tell you, because I didn’t want you to feel insecure or start worrying about Minho. But you don’t deserve that, not when you’ve always been honest with me. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, Jun. But I swear to you, nothing else happened.”

His eyes scan your face, you’re not sure what he’s looking for. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.” He hugs you as if you were to disappear if he let you go. “I love you.”

You think he’s reassuring you. He’s actually trying to convince himself that his love is enough. He doesn’t care about Minho’s confession, he doesn’t care that you hid it from him. But he’s just so scared that you’re gonna see him the same way he sees himself.

“I love you too,” you mumble against his chest. “I love you. I’m sorry.”

“Let’s just forget about it,” he’s trying to convince himself that this doesn’t matter. “It’s not important. We’re okay.”

Everything’s okay. If he keeps ignoring all of his negative thoughts, maybe they’ll go away. So he does what he knows best. He gives you everything he’s got. He surrenders his heart, soul, and body.

His hands explore your body trying to prove something, he wants you to see that you don’t need anything else. He can be anything you need. His kisses are desperate and hungry. He wants to own you, claim you as his; in the same way you own him even if you don’t know it.

“Touch me,” his voice merely a whisper.

He needs to feel wanted. His mind is clouded by his desperation. He need to feel your touch. Even if driven by lust, cold hands against his warm skin are the only kind of comfort he knows.

He’s never thought about it, probably because he didn’t want to see the reason behind it, but this was never about distracting himself from his heartbreak. Sex has always been the only way he can feel in control of himself and prove his worth to others. He’s been objectifying himself for years because that’s better than not being seen at all. All of his confidence comes from a bunch of strangers using him like some kind of sex toy. Maybe Minho was right, he’s no better than a prostitute. He exchanged kisses and caresses for crumbs of love. But he was never in control of the situation, he wasn’t the one going from one girl to another; he was just being used and tossed aside.

It's different with you, though. He doesn't feel sick after having sex with you. He doesn't hate himself after feeling you coming undone just for him. At least not before.

“Tell me that you love me,” he begs while placing soft kisses along your collarbone. “Please.”

“I love you, more than anything.” You say between shallow breaths.

You look at him with such adoration in your eyes. So why does it feel so fake? Why does he feel as if he has to, once again, prove his worth to you? He doesn’t wanna lose you. He’s gonna beg and grovel as much as necessary. He’s gonna rip his heart open and put it on display for your entertainment. He’s willing to do whatever it takes for you to only see him.

He can’t lose to Minho, not again.

notes:

took a little longer than I anticipated

now you have a lot more context about our little ynnie's family (and some facts about yeonjun's)

moreover, I really wanted you to get a glimpse of yeonjun's insecurities and past trauma

it wasn't necessarily angsty but yeah don't expect much fluff from here on out

if you have any questions or just wanna share your opinions, my inbox and comments are always open lol

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[itsnevercasual]

Sweet Creature

harry styles masterlist

pairing: kinda dark!harry styles x reader

summary: harry’s mother finds a girl on the side of the street one day while harry’s away. he hears about her for months, until he finally decides to see for himself. expecting her to be an undercover rat, he is surprised to find a girl more similar to a deer in headlights.

warning: kinda dark harry kinda alludes to him doing illegal, mafia type stuff but it isn’t specified. third person writing instead of second, READER DOESN’T USE HER REAL NAME!!! she will eventually just not yet.

—

harry had been hearing about some girl non-stop. by who, you may ask?

his mother.

his sweet, kind mother somehow found a girl who was living on the streets, took her in (gave her his room!), and is obsessed with her.

“oh, harry, she’s just the sweetest! gemma says she’s like a kicked puppy, but she’s just so sweet. this morning, i woke up, and she’d cleaned the whole house! and i asked her why, because i obviously didn’t tell her to, and she said she figured she should. you’d love her. proper sweetheart.”

and honestly, it was sweet. he probably would like her if he wasn’t the way he is. because the way he is, he thinks it’s a trap. he thinks she was never really living on the streets, and it’s a ploy. someone found his family and is trying to ruin it.

but, of course, he’d never let his mother know of the way he actually is and thinks, or what he does for a living.

“she sounds lovely, mum. what did you say her name was?”

“she says it’s belle. she’s always singing some french song. i think she lived in france before she got here.. i’m not sure. she isn’t very talkative.”

“she got an accent?”

“a little bit of everything, hazza. when will you come visit? i think you have to be the one to tell her that your room is hers now. she keeps saying ‘harry’s room’ and ‘your son’s room’. i feel horrible!”

“she’s probably just weary mum. if she was on the streets before, she probably just doesn’t want to jinx it.”

“you’re right.. gosh, she won’t even let gemma and i buy her things. she just borrows gemma’s clothes and apologizes a bunch for it. i’m not sure what to do.”

“i’ll come visit soon.”

—

and he did. a surprise visit in the middle of the night, because he was convinced he’s find this belle girl doing shady things .

except when he snuck in the front door, the house was quiet.

alright, he supposes, she’s stealthy.

so he goes upstairs and quietly opens his bedroom door.

and that’s when it’s a little louder. a girl is twisted and turning and mumbling in her sleep on his bed.

all she is saying, from what he can hear, is no. no, no, no, no, no. please, no.

and he feels a little bad, so he walks over to tap her. when that doesn’t work, he shakes her.

her eyes snap open and she has probably the worst reaction possible in this situation.

she fucking screams. like a goddamn banshee.

and sure, it lasts for maybe five seconds, probably four, but she definitely woke his mother up. and it’s so loud, he backs up to the doorway.

gemma was probably still passed out. she would sleep through the world ending.

“hey! it’s just me, calm down!”

she squinted at him through the darkness before yanking the chain on the lamp, turning it on.

he could hear her practically hyperventilating from the doorway.

she let out a sigh of relief when she recognized him from the photos in the living room.

“you really are jumpy, huh?”

“i woke up to a random man hovering over me,” she deadpans.

he almost laughs.

“it’s my room.”

and it’s like a fucking switch. her breaths are staggered and labored, but she still rushes out a whole ass monologue. kicked puppy, indeed.

“oh, my god. i am so sorry. i forgot. i can— i can take the couch— you probably want to sleep in your bed. i’m sorry, anne didn’t say you were coming by or else i would’ve cleaned up—“

the room is spotless, probably cleaner than when he stays in it, but harry doesn’t say that.

“i’ll just.. grab my blanket and stuff and go to the couch. i’m so sorry, i didn’t know—“

“relax,” he finally says. “i knew you’d be in here. i was just.. grabbing a pillow. didn’t realize mum was serious about you being jumpy.”

“oh.. uh.. are you sure? i can take the couch—“

“belle— belle, right?” she nods. “go back to bed. i have slept on plenty of couches. i will survive.”

“i feel bad.”

“well, don’t.”

he should feel bad. she is very clearly not dangerous unless she is a phenomenal actress.

“you’re not mad, are you? because i can sleep on the couch—“

“jesus, are y’gonna cry?”

“i can’t help it! i’m sorry!—“

“what on earth is going on— harry! what did you do!” anne asked as she rushed through the doorway, moving to sit next to belle.

“i didn’t do anything!” he defends.

“he didn’t do anything, anne,” she repeats. “just.. frightened me, is all.”

anne gives her a look before pulling her into a hug, and she just flips another switch and instead of watering eyes, she sobs.

who the hell is her acting coach? maybe he could take a few lessons.

“h, go get her a cuppa.. and there’s those baby yogurt melts in the cupboard.”

he doesn’t comment on the fact that belle is at the very least 19, and probably shouldn’t be eating baby food.

—

the next morning, belle made her way downstairs quietly. she was surprised to see harry making a cup of tea this early, but she didn’t say anything, not wanting to disturb his peace.

she adjusted her earbuds in her ear (anne offered to buy her better ones, airpods or something, but she was fine with her earbuds, even if the wire was a pain in the ass), so they didn’t fall out as she walked.

once she made it into the kitchen, she walked into the pantry, grabbing some random granola bar.

when she turned, she jumped. harry was right behind her. well, in front of her now.

“sorry,” she mumbled, moving out of his way.

he muttered something she didn’t understand.

“um.. sorry about.. last night. i’m kind of jumpy.”

“i noticed.”

he was very short. he didn’t seem to like her much.

“you can.. uh.. take your.. room back.. if you want.”

“it’s yours. i’m fine.”

“are you—“

“i’m sure.”

rude. why was he so rude? what had she done to him? well, besides scream at him, but in her defense, he was just hovering over her! that’s weird!

—

harry still didn’t trust her after a week of being there. she kept to herself for the most part, although he was pretty sure he heard her and gemma giggling in the middle of the night.

he just couldn’t figure out who sent her. why she was here.

his mother explained her freakout when he showed up eventually.

“you gotta be careful with her, h. she’s like.. a bunny, in a way. if you aren’t careful in how you approach her and speak to her, she bolts. first day she was here, i asked her what happened, because she had this horrible cut on her cheek. locked herself in your room for a week. i think whatever put her on the streets is a sensitive topic, and was difficult for her.”

“i jus’ dunno if i trust her, mum.”

“well, i do. she’s sweet, she just needs to warm up to you. she warmed up to me and gemma after about a week or two.. and she’s been more jumpy when gem brings michael around. so.. she might just need a minute.”

“the whole thing just seems.. shady.”

“she’ll tell us when she’s ready. and until then, you’ll make her feel welcomed. speaking of, i’m gonna go wash her clothes. poor girl won’t let us buy her anything. she just has these same clothes she had and a few things gemma convinced her to use.”

—

a/n: little thing i wrote on a plane, part 2 soon-ish maybe

[archangeldyke-all]

Oh man I have ideas..

Sevika has a home back in Zaun but she has to have an apartment in Piltover because of councilor duties until she fully adjusts to topside and accepts the insistent offers of a manor. Imagine being her wife and just helping her relax after her first day, cuddling and all that whilst adjusting to the fancy apartment bigger than your old house.

Or..

Sevika taking her wife out for a walk in Piltover, admiring more of the garden as the plants grow upon new soil. A talk about the future whilst holding hands.

Or..

Them renewing their vows, having that damn fancy wedding of the dreams.

Toodles!!!

EEEEEEEEK okay lets do some councilor sevika (also isha and jinx are still alive in this story because i said so. she doesn't need to suffer so much to still be an incredible leader. give her her girls!!!)

men and minors dni

you were the first person approached about sevika representing zaun in piltover's new council post-war.

you were a little concerned to find councilwoman shoola and three members of her personal guard on your front stoop-- and for just a moment you had a flash of anxiety that she was here looking for jinx or isha.

"councilwoman. hello." you say, still surprised. you've met the woman a few times before, both of you attending various re-building efforts around the undercity. she holds up a hand.

"please, dear, we've built a bookshelf together, you've seen me at my lowest. you can call me shoola."

"h-how can i help you counc-- shoola?" you ask. she smiles.

"i'm here regarding your wife."

you frown. "...is she in some kind of trouble?" you ask, already mentally planning how to worm sevika out of her trouble. the councilwoman chuckles.

"quite the opposite, actually. i'd like her to join the council... as an ambassador to the free nation of zaun." she says.

you nearly shit yourself at her words-- sevika's life work casually mentioned like it's just a sidenote. "the-- free?" you ask.

she smiles. "while the deaths of the other councilmembers in the war was a horrible loss, there are some issues i could never get my late colleagues to agree on. now, though... i've been given full authority to reorient the power structure of the council to avoid anymore kirraman's taking over-- and i've always been of the belief that zaun should be free."

"and w-what... you want to arrest jinx in exchange for it?" you ask.

shoola chuckles. "no."

"y-you want isha?" you ask. shoola laughs again.

"what could i want with a child? no!"

"so... what do you want?" you ask, your voice shaking as the reality of the situation sinks in.

"i just want your help talking sevika into the job. i know she can be... stubbo--?"

"bullheaded?" you guess as shoola searches for a kind word to describe sevika's stubbornness. she chuckles at your description of your wife and nods.

"here." she hands you a stack of papers. "i've outlined the full responsibilities of the job. as well as the benefits she will receive for serving. please. look it over and talk to her, would you?"

you do.

it's an excellent proposal.

as the undercity figures out how it wants to self govern, piltover will fund zaun's public infrastructure as if it's their own-- meaning that the undercity will, practically overnight, have access to things like clean water. and schools. and welfare. they will provide these services for up to fifteen years as zaun finds it's footing.

the position outlined for sevika in piltover's council is a way to assure piltover doesn't back out of their promises-- that somebody is there to call them out when they try to cut corners in helping the young nation of zaun find it's footing.

and, while your wife might miss the more physical aspects of her old work, you can see her chewing out some stingy old councilors for their greed in your minds eye, and you can't help but smile.

"what're you smilin' about?" sevika asks.

you jump and slam the folder in front of you closed, blinking up at your wife.

she's back from her meeting with ran, scar and jericho. the four of them have grown close in these past few months as they coordinate rebuilding efforts for various neighborhoods across zaun. you have to gulp, trying not to get dizzy with the possibilities of what sevika's job offer means for them as a team. as team zaun.

"h-how was your meeting?" you ask. sevika raises an unimpressed eyebrow at you and you huff. she sinks across the table from you, easily pulling the folder out of your grasp.

"meeting was fine. the elementary school bein' built in firelight's territory is almost ready to open. first school in zaun." she says with a smile. "now, what were you smiling at?"

"i was approached by councilwoman shoola this afternoon."

sevika raises an eyebrow at you. "did you two try to build a chair this time?" she teases. you groan and kick her shin, before tapping the folder in her hands.

"no. i was asked to convince my stubborn-ass, incredibly loyal, strong, beautiful, hard-fucking-headed wife to join the fucking council."

sevika blinks. "what?"

"they want you in the new council. serving as an ambassador. to the free nation of zaun, sevika."

sevika blinks again, and then she rips the file open, her silver eyes flying across the confidential text. "the fr-- the free nation of zaun?" she asks, her eyes flying up to yours to confirm. you grin and nod.

sevika flies out of her seat and crawls across the dining room table to reach you, tears flowing down her cheeks as she kisses you like her life depends on it.

you're there when shoola and sevika finally sit down to discuss the opportunity. shoola's the first piltoverian to not turn her nose up at the messy state of your small home-- she even grins at the sound of jinx and isha bickering from their bedroom. "you two have made a lovely home for yourselves, here." she says, sitting down at the table and jumping a bit when a toy squeaks under her bum. "i can almost see the love leaking out of the wallpaper."

"could be black mold." you whisper. sevika and shoola both sputter surprised laughs.

"sevika. have you considered my proposal?" shoola asks.

sevika sighs and nods. "i have a few conditions before i agree." she says.

this surprises you. as if the prospect of representing a free zaun isn't tempting enough, you saw the salary sevika's being offered. it's the kind of money that could buy you a house big enough that all four of you could have your own bathrooms.

(secretly, though, you hope you live in a tiny house forever. you like tripping over your family-- being within reaching distance at all times.)

"first. i'd like you to assign me the budget to employ three of my trusted confidants as advisors. i can give you their identities if you'd like, but i give you my word that they're good peo--"

"done." shoola cuts sevika off, scribbling a quick note in her journal before looking back up at the pair of you with a smile. "what else?" she asks.

you smile a bit. sevika blinks, then gulps. "jinx and her little friend ekko get a full ride to the university up top. they're incredibly gifted, and with a little proper education they could advance zaun--"

"you don't have to convince me, i remember how the war went. without them, we'd all be dead. i can arrange that."

"i don't want to leave zaun. i can't represent these people if i'm not living here. i'll need a car to get--"

"would you like a personal vehicle or a driver each morning and evening?" shoola asks.

sevika blinks. "a-a driver." she says, a little shocked.

"anything else?" shoola asks.

sevika nods. "o-one last thing." she reaches over to grab your hand. you have no idea what she could possibly want beyond what she's asked for-- she's taken care of her friends, her family, and her transport.

"anything." shoola says. you think the woman might mean it.

sevika looks down at her lap and sighs. "we... we never really got married." she says. you blink, not at all understanding why she's telling the councilwoman this. "i mean... we had a party and we exchanged vows," she says, a smile tugging at her lips. you squeeze her hand and her eyes flick up to yours, before shyly darting away like you guys haven't been married for a decade now. like you guys don't have two kids together. "but we never... nobody gets married in zaun. 's expensive. the trip up to the justice is too far. and..." sevika gulps, her voice getting shaky as she looks back up at you. "and you're the reason i've fought so hard for our home in the first place." she whispers.

tears start to well up in your eyes and you let out a shaky laugh. "what, 're you proposing to me again?" you ask. sevika snorts and shakes her head before turning to shoola. the woman's drying her own tears.

"will you arrange to have us married? officially?"

"i'd be honored." shoola agrees.

the wedding is small and intimate, you and sevika, jinx and isha, vi, ran, scar, jericho, and shoola.

the councilwoman took you to a beautiful little garden a few blocks away from the council, and she married you, officially, as the sun set and your girls threw handfuls of confetti into the sky.

your whole party marches through the streets of piltover and back to zaun for the afterparty, councilwoman shoola laughing happily as you introduce her to the zaunite tradition of barcrawling.

each bar you enter, jericho happily announces that you and sevika have been freshly married. sevika, being the new spokeswoman of zaun, is quite the celebrity now. all of this is to say, you spend the night drinking many free drinks, hugging many drunk strangers, and kissing your wife on request about a thousand times.

it's the best night of your life.

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Can I please request a Jeremiah x reader smut where it’s both of their first times! Smut but also cute and fluffy! Thank you ♥️

This is my first time writing for Jeremiah, please be nice. While I like him in the show - I am not team Jeremiah though -, I find him difficult to write about, so idk if I'll keep him on my list...

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

—

When it comes to losing your virginity, you've always wanted to wait for the right moment to do it. Maybe it was watching rom-coms and reading hundreds of romances that implanted this vision in your mind, or maybe it was just you wanting to make that big moment perfect, knowing you could never re-do it if you jinxed it…or worse, regret it.

‘’I have not,’’ Belly confessed quietly, shaking her head. ‘’Cam and I went on our third date. It’s way too early.’’ She picked at a loose thread on her shorts, not exactly comfortable talking about sex but feeling comfortable enough to talk about it with you. ‘’Have you and Jere..?’’

‘’No,’’ you said, excluding the other things you and Jeremiah had done that weren’t full-on penetrative sex. ‘’But we are thinking about it.’’

Belly’s attention snapped up. ‘’Oh?’’

You nodded, a light flush tinted your cheeks.

‘’Are you nervous?’’

You nodded again.

So many things could go wrong even if you make sure everything is perfect. You also heard some girls say it hurt the first time and that they bled, which scared you a little.

Belly grabbed your hand, pulling you from your thoughts. ‘’I may not know anything about sex, but what I know is that it’s Jeremiah. He loves you. There’s nothing to be nervous about,’’ she assured you.

A few weeks later, the day finally came.

Your mom was out at her book club meeting and your dad was at the country club, leaving the house to yourself for a few hours. Taking advantage of their absence, you texted Jeremiah to come over…and to bring the condoms.

It was bold and definitely had him grinning on his couch at home before making up an excuse to ditch Steven at video games and shower and get ready for the big event.

While Jeremiah was getting ready, you did the same. You put on matching bra and underwear, gave your hair an extra brush and spritzed yourself with Jeremiah’s favorite perfume of yours, lit some candles for ambiance although it was burning hot outside. You made sure everything was perfect.

Except it wasn’t perfect. 

Right when Jeremiah unhooked your bra, his phone started blaring loudly and wouldn't stop. After the fifth ring, Jeremiah answered and left, needing to pick up his mother at the country club. He said he could come back after, but the moment was already ruined.

By some miracle, you were presented another perfect opportunity a few days later.

Susannah was out with Belly and Laurel for a debutante dress fitting, Conrad was at the beach surfing, and Steven was with Shayla.

You and Jeremiah were having a swim in his pool to cool down from the sun. Summer was beautiful, but the heat was too much sometimes. Thankfully, Jeremiah had a nice pool, which you loved to take advantage of. As always, playful splashing turned into kissing and soon enough, you were making out.

You moved things upstairs to Jeremiah’s room for more privacy, and also because didn’t want your first time to be in a pool or on the Fisher’ back porch. 

‘’Careful!’’ Jeremiah reminded as the two of you hurried upstairs, leaving water all over the floors despite being wrapped in a towel. ‘’The floors are slippery when we—’’ 

You caught his arm in time before he could slip and fall, sending the two of you in a fit of laughter. The fun was interrupted when he backed you against the wall and kissed you in the hallway. You melted against him and let your towel drop. 

Jeremiah brought you to his bed, not caring about the wet patched your wet baiting suits would leave behind. It's not like you were going to keep them on for very long. 

Hands were all over each other's body, exploring and grabbing while you were kissing with desire. You undid the ties of your bikini, chucking it on the floor, then moved to your bottoms. Your whole body was on fire under Jeremiah's touch — you needed it all off. 

You reached for Jeremiah's shorts, helping him out because it was harder to take off when wet...and horny, but that's when Steven decided to walk in like he owned the place, catching sight of Jeremiah's bare ass. 

For the rest of the summer, you weren't able to find a good moment. Jeremiah was either working at the country club's pool, or someone was home. You could have snuck to an empty bedroom at a party, but a stranger's bedroom was nothing romantic for a first time. 

You were starting to get impatient so, one night he was supposed to drive you home, you made him pull over and stop the car. It was dumb and had high risks of getting caught, but you didn't care. 

‘’Are you sure?'' Jeremiah asked, seeing you pull your dress over your head. ''We don’t have to if you don’t.’’

You shook your head, looking right into his beautiful blue eyes. ‘’You’re my best friend, Jere. I want it to be you. I want it to be now.’’ 

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[wisteriaphobia]

Alright time to come out, not out of the closet, but I am Nat (Or Lilnatx) . I wanted to come here and share my story or fairy tales if you don't like me. I was a part of “clique 1”

Not to use my age like a pokemon card but I am 15, and I don't care what you have to say to me personally but I'm sick and tired of my name being dragged through the mud and being used as a scapegoat. But I have lots of pent up anger that I didn't have the privilege of saying.

April 3rd was the day I was banned from nevermore, with no proof. Like at all, I'm still bamboozled and scratching my head like a monkey on what was actually on me and my friends. We were accused of “shit talking” and I have yet to see the shit that we have allegedly talked about.

And honestly? Even if I did shit talk people, why… in a conversation about a predator … does that matter? I'm exhausted with how Red always fights with teenagers (like me) and other friends of mine. It's so despicable that the minions might just leave Gru for her instead. I was in gym class when I got banned and honestly? I would rather get banned 10 more times than do another plank for 2 minutes while seeing my P.E teacher's bald head.

My crimes that I did publicly (in the screenshot that red posted) is me being.. not fucking involved? Right before I got banned I was staying away from people that I previously did not enjoy and in fact I tried my best to not interact with them directly. At one point I had many members blocked on my discord because I was tired of being the villain.

Yet here I am in the year of our lord July of 2024 and people are still referring to my friends as “nats clique” like I said earlier im 15, quince. I have little power over my friends' actions , especially if they're an adult. I can barely get Laci to join me on Minecraft let alone make her collaborate on some high tech scheme, what is this shit? Oceans 11?

I find it petty that red refers to my friends as a “clique” we're a friend group, and the definition of a clique requires a group that's hard to get into. The server (until now) was open, you could pull up to Jinx's profile like a McDonald's drive through and get an invite. Our friend group was constantly expanding and if you personally felt like you were scared to talk to us, I'm sorry that you never experienced the poop closet jokes.

Red being paranoid about what a bunch of teenagers were maybe saying behind her back to deflect about crimson is quite irresponsible I do say so myself. So please Red! With a cherry on top! Show me what I did to you. What sin have I committed on your ego that should banish me to hell. Because I sure as hell don't know what I've done, (and you can quote this) you probably don't know what I've done either, because you made it all up.

Unfortunately I have no screenshots to give, because my phone storage is ass. But you can hit up any of the members of my clique for proof regarding my innocence. I promise I'm not an evil bitch who wants to ban you (not evil not evil no I'm the least evil person I know)

I'm sorry if this response upsets you, but if a 15 year old girl who ships who chicks bothers you so much. Imagine how I feel, imagine now so many people who once looked up to you feel. Everyone in your post looked up to you once as a role model, and have had panic attacks and stress because (allegedly) you harmed them with your cruel words. You can think it's your fault or not that's not my problem.. but for someone who wants evidence and proof 24/7 you sure like to not give out proof of anyone else.

P.S if you were anyone who gave red evidence of my wrong doings, can I see them? Cause I don't know what I have done.

P.P.S I'm not a man, and I write fanfiction of lesbian vampires.

P.P.P.S this is so not sigma that I gotta make this response

[thearcaneenthusiast]

Guess who we're talking about....

WOOOHOOO🥳🥳🥳🥳

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Lets talk about them

TIMEBOMB

-ekkoxjinx

SO FIRST OF ALL I'm gonna be comparing timebomb to another already Canon, straight ship. Guess.

If you guessed these two you guessed right!!!!!!! :3

People do NOT like this couple for multiple reasons.

1. Jayce is very VERRYY unliked in the series. (I'll get into this in another post.)

2. These two, even though having a literal humpy humpy scene, BARELY had any chemistry.

3. HUGEEE POWER GAP BETWEEN THE TWO. it didn't feel like they were equals to eachother, with Mel always dictating Jayce's each and every move.

4. Elaboration on 2, if we take a look at statistics, (MY fyp rn on tiktok, and probably your's too.) Vi and Caitlyn were fan favourites, why? Multiple reasons, That I am NOT getting into, (new post idea!!) But one of the main reasons was the chemistry between the two, and the tension. (something Jayce and Mel didn't have) People focused more on Vi and Cait because the base of their relationship wasn't based on fucking politics and "the future of piltover" (ahem)

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My pookies

What do these two have that Mel and Jayce don't?

1. Both Characters are likeable ❤️ (I'm biased here since my favourite character in the series is Ekko) -> upcoming post!!!

2. The base of their relationship, being the past, is actually interesting, and it ties to both of them beautifully. We know Ekko Ingame as the boy who can rewind time, And we know jinx now as a girl who's so trapped in her past. Does that not make u want to rip ur heart out to give to the writers of arcane or is if just me.

3. Unlike Mel and Jayce, The trope between Ekko and Jinx is ALSO interesting. You cant call mel and jayce enemies to lovers because Mel NEVER saw jayce as an enemy. (Jayce is debatable.) The trope between Jinx and Ekko is always changing, keeping us on our toes.

4. Elaboration on 1, Both Characters are likeable because BOTH characters are interesting. I'll give it to Jayce, his character is interesting but compared to rest, it's lowkey just.. eh. 😭😭. Mel's character is beautifully written, just like Ekko AND Jinx.

That's all I have for today 💔 PLEASE PLEASE feel free to contradict me in reblogs or comments or whatever, I'd love to get ur opinion too.