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okay so the first thing that caught my eye was the warning yoon why????? a whole jk and ady warning i can't i don't think i can make it through them fucking 😩😩😩 like oc and nel i can handle but jk and ady ugh nooooooo our boy our prince not her please anyone else i can take but not her (i just realized the hate train towards ady is strong damn my loyalty to oc ain't cracking) so i am just going to power through that part and take the angst that comes with it (which I welcome) i did notice that subtle hint at of using someone and the fantasies uhmmmmm ok that must be the upside... I honestly wonder why oc isn't mentioning her friendship with jk I honestly love it it's giving me little tingles, i don't think i mentioned it but uhm this slow burn is everything its freaking burning and i think oc is definitely feeling it now that jk is with someone, the little encounter at the cafe and the texting they are just adorable and fluffy my face hurts from the smiles... I just love how they have these opinions about each other's partners like the red flags they each see but they are all about each other's happiness, oc held back with ady but oooh jk isn't 😂 you go boy you tell her gosh i love his character in that scene.... oc and nel's scene had me pausing cause i literally went why the heck is she thinking about jk at a time like this and then she said it too it was epic oh oc you give me the giggles😂

wait what she didn't finish?!?!??!?!?! THIS IS MY ACTUAL REACTION IT'S LIKE OC IS IN MY HEAD ANSWERING ALL MY QUESTIONS OC BABYGIRL NO DIDN'T YOU LITERALLY GIVE YURI ADVICE ABOUT HER DATE AND NOW THIS 😩😩😩

and we jump straight into jk's horror I can't help it this back to back is amazing, not me shouting no through out his entire scene why jk why, here's oc is having trouble and ady on her fourth whyyyyyyyy he better have oc on his mind

i love how jungkook says nels name in full i can literally picture the disgust and the face he would pull (cue oc eye roll) italics and all..

i am writing this as i read so everything scene/sentence i go to write something on my notepad so i hope it all makes sense and let's just say when he shut her up the scene was better to read ugh jungkook likes oc he likes her fuck can they get together already i am dying here this chapter was perfect (even if ady was in it) like the build up and their thoughts both being on each other oh that tension is building i love the progression between them and the next chapter is gone be golden ahhhhhh lemme run over

yoon you beautiful genius you have my heart this fic is everything and it's getting more and more captivating as it goes along i can't wait to see what more you do in this series seriously yoon with every update i go back and re-read everything again and I am in awe every single time and your talent, like this should be printed like i want a physical copy when it's done you are brilliant and such a star for coming up with this ily yoon i hope you know that 🥹🖤

To What We Were Before, And All The Things After | JJK | Ch. 6 | M

Title: Eastern Arrivals and Unwanted Doubt

Pairing: Prince!College Student!JK x Fine Arts Major!(F)!Reader

Series Rating//Genre: (M) | College AU, Mild Royalty AU, Smut, Angst, Fluff, S2F2L, Indiffernce to lovers, sloooowwww ass burn

Summary: Nel's here for the week and you couldn't be more excited!! Jungkook's another story though...

Warnings: M, fluff, smut, swearing, drinking, pining, angsstt, slight boundary pushing (not sexual), unwanted/ unneeded overprotectiveness, jealousy, lying, [reader eats bacon and eggs but it's not specified what kind or where it's from, just bacon and eggs, so whether that means veggie, vegan or normal is up to you], intentional pissing off of Nel, a little spat between major characters, sex as a plot device.

Mature warnings under the cut.

Word Count: 6,945

Release Date: April 20, 2:00PM

A/N 1: 6 months later and we have chapter 6! slow updates, but they will be written and they will be posted. I have no plans to abandon this, I just, very unfortunately, have a bit of an outernet life now. So not a lot of free time to be creative which I hate. But it's here!!

Series: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

Mature Warnings: Consensual sex x 2, both reader with Nel and JK with Ady -> sorry not sorry cuz it's plot sex. We got us some: kissing, protected sex (as we should), missionary, fingering, oral (f. rec), tiny bit of groping (consenual), multiple orgasms, loud sex, like annoyingly, sex as a terrible coping mechanism (imo), fantasizing.

Bouncing lightly from foot to foot, you’re buzzing after finally receiving the text you were waiting on a few minutes ago.

Nelly <3 [10:10pm]: Landed. See you soon 😘

He’s almost here. He’s almost here!

Just a few more seconds until—

The gates slide open. A flood of people in a mixture of sweats and business casual wear with luggage of all sizes and neck pillows walk through. You hold up the sign above your head with both hands, a smile that could outshine the sun plastered on your face, and search.

Where is he? Where is he, where is he, where is he, you think as you scour the bodies filing out of the automatic doors. You can’t see him. He’s none of the nameless faces that pass you by as they find their family, friends or rides.

Is this even the right group of people? What if his luggage got lost and he won’t be out with this group. What if he got taken aside for some reason, and now he’s being held in some dusty room being asked a bunch of stupid questions he doesn’t know how to answer? What if he’s fig—

But then there’s a gap in the crowd, and the boy you’ve spent the last half decade of your life with comes into perfect, crystalline view. His lips pulled taught, teeth beautifully bared as he sets his sights on your sign high in the air, then down to you.

And you're running.

You’re running and dodging and swerving until you’re jumping into Nels arms as he abandons his suitcase in favour of keeping you both up right. He buries his face into your neck, holding you so tightly you think he’ll never let go. And that’s just fine with you as you hold on just as tight, taking in a big breath of him too.

He smells like airplane and coastal breeze and most importantly, home.

Nel smells like home.

A muffled, “Ohhhhhhh, I missed you,” greets your ears, and you melt into him even more if that's even possible.

“I missed you too,” you say, pulling back and kissing him. You don’t really care if there’s an audience or not right now. Not when Nel’s here, and he’s in your arms, and he’s yours for a whole 9 days and life is as it should be once again.

He releases his hold slightly, but your arms don’t leave his shoulders. The sign still clutched, now crushed and crinkled, in one hand.

“Car?” he asks, a kiss to your nose.

“This way,” you lead, releasing your hold.

Luckily, his suitcase is small, so he forgoes rolling it, instead gripping the handle at the top and carrying it in one hand. Your own reaching for his other and not letting go. He’s going to have to peel you off him if he wants space right now.

Nel’s wearing his usual fall attire; a dark green school sweater that has ‘ECAD’ written over the chest in a large, academic looking mustard yellow font, regular old blue jeans, and dark brown lace up boots. His short, dirty blond hair's covered by a hat you’d gotten him as a highschool graduation present, and his ocean blue eyes remain as gorgeous as they were the day you met.

Passing through doors to the outside and back to lot J, you hop in the car as he puts his bag in the trunk.

“How have you been? What’s new? What’s not? Tell me everything,” he asks as he climbs in and sits beside you, hand finding yours again.

Never gone for too long. You relish in the comfort and happiness that alone brings you.

He’s finally here. You finally have him back.

“I’m great. Yuri’s still Yuri, classes are only a little more challenging this year, but I’m still at the top of them,” Nel slips in a ‘not surprised’ and you smile brighter as you continue. “They’re already telling us to start brainstorming ideas for our thesis show next year,” you have no idea what you’re going to do, but you’re working on it. “Campus is the same, dorms are the same, the cafe’s the same. Though, they have the egg tarts I like in more, which is awesome for my taste buds and terrible for my bank account.”

Vivian stayed true to her word, and now they had the tarts in every week.

“I can only imagine,” Nel jokes.

“Uhhmm, what else…” a thought pops up, and you guess you can tell him. It doesn’t reveal anything the whole world doesn’t already know. “The prince is dating Adaline Dupree.”

His eyebrows raise, remembering, “Oh yeah, that’s right, the prince goes to your school now.”

“Yep.”

“Have you met him?”

Is he seriously not completely shocked at the prince dating Adaline? You only bitched about her to him all the time.

“Uhhh… yep, once or twice, I guess.”

You hate it. You hate lying, especially to Nel. You hate it so much, but it’s for the greater good. It’s to keep the peace. But that doesn’t stop the burning feeling in your chest nor the roil in your belly.

“The day he arrived Yuri dragged me down to see him speak. She made us sit front row because Yuri,” Nel nods, knowing exactly what you mean. “He had everyone assemble to hear why he was at school and tell us not to treat him like a prince. He wants to be able to study without his title getting in the way.”

You hit your blinker, making a one handed left turn.

“Makes sense. Is he nice at least?” Nel doesn’t sound at all suspicious, and why should he? You’ve never given him reason to not believe you at your word before. Never lied to him before.

Fuck you hate this so much. It was so much easier when he was 5000 miles away. But now that he's right beside you? This week may end up being more difficult than you thought.

“He was very princely. Tried to kiss my hand like he did like every other girl there, but I made it a handshake instead. Figured if he wants to be treated like everyone else, I would liste—Oh!” you laugh before you can even get the words out.

“What?” he asks, intrigued but confused.

You can barely speak coherently. “You should have seen Yuri’s face when I called him Jungkook and not Prince or Your Highness...her eyes nearly fell out of her head,” tears are starting to form from laughing so hard. “It was great.”

“He didn’t mind?” Nel asks and you shake your head. Yuri’s face that day will forever be seared into your brain for whenever you need a pick-me-up.

“No, he was grateful actually. I was the first person that had addressed him like that, the way he’d asked to be.” Stopping at a red light, you're finally regaining yourself.

“Well,” he squeezes your hand, “you always were good at first impressions,” and looks at you so softly you can’t help but smile into the kiss you give him.

He remembers that school art fair just as fondly as you do.

Nel pulls away first with a thought. “Is Yuri with us this time?”

Yuri hadn’t been able to go home last year, her parents too busy on a work trip, so she stayed back and kicked it with you two, but also gave you your space when needed.

Lots and lots of space.

“Nope! Parents welcomed her with open arms this afternoon, I’m sure. They’re all on some tropical island down south. She’s bringing me an ocean bottle though, so I’m excited for that. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to add a new one.”

Everytime you travelled somewhere with a beach you got a glass bottle and filled it with half sand, half water, added in some shells or rocks and labelled it. Instead of towels, keychains, or magnets, you did ocean bottles. They lined a shelf in your room back home.

You probably have at least fifteen of them by now. Your mum likes to travel and make sure you experience the world around you, not just your little corner of it.

“Oh that’s great babe! I know how much you love those.”

“Yeah, it is.” You lean your head on his shoulder, basking in his presence for as long as the light remains red.

He’s here. He’s yours.

You only have to do this for a couple more years and then you’ll be together all the time. God you can’t wait. But you are nothing if not disciplined.

And it’s going to be so worth it in the end.

The rest of the ride to your dorm goes by quickly.

Some more red lights, some more kisses. You point out the same things you always do on the way back, and Nel acts like it’s the first time he’s seen them, just like he always does.

His hand never leaves yours over the center console.

Soon enough, you find yourselves flopping down on your bed. Bags, jackets and shoes, scattered. Nel pulls you into him, his head on your pillow, yours lying on his chest. True peace settling in for the first time in months.

“I can't wait until we’re done school and I have more than four and a half months with you a year,” he sighs. “It’s not enough. I want more. Need more.”

“Me too. But good things come to those who wait.”

“Yeah…I’m just really sick of waiting.”

“Me too,” you repeat in a yawn.

Nel’s breathing slowly evens out as you lie there, content to be in your arms again. And you look up to see his eyes closed, warm exhales brushing over your face from his nose.

You can’t blame him for being so tired. He’d had an early morning exam before flying out, even brought his suitcase to it so he could leave the second he was done. Then, the flight alone was ten hours, plus travel times to and from the airports was about an hour each way, and the wait time before boarding was another two.

Shit, he’s probably been awake for around eighteen hours straight at this point because he’s also the type that can’t sleep on planes no matter what he tries.

Oh, Nel...Of course he’s exhausted.

Giving him a squeeze before getting up, you take off his socks and jeans carefully, then tuck him into bed as much as you can. You’d try the sweater, but it involved too many working parts and you didn’t want to wake him, so you figure it’s best to have the window open tonight instead.

Grabbing your phone, you tiptoe to the bathroom and do your night time routine. It’s not an overly complicated one, just brushing your teeth, washing your face and a simple 3 step skincare routine of cleanser, toner and moisturizer. Short and sweet, but it does the job.

Halfway through brushing, you do your friend due diligence and send Yuri a ‘back safe’ text, just like she’d sent you her own ‘here safe’ when she’d landed.

You spit and rinse, moving onto washing your face and applying cleanser.

Teeth clean and face moisturized, you sneak into your room again. Nel's still out cold.

You sneak out of habit—your mom wakes at the sound of a pin dropping. But absolutely nothing could wake Nel now outside of his mother’s voice and his morning alarm. It’s a talent of his you’ve always been jealous of.

Removing today's clothes and tossing them in your overflowing hamper—reminder to self: do laundry—you slide on your pjs and climb into bed beside him, plugging in your phone and setting it down.

A thought pops into your head and you pick it back up, shooting a quick text before you can think twice.

You [11:26pm]: home safe

It pings not seconds later.

PJK [11:26pm]: Thanks Picasso PJK [11:27pm]: glad ur home safe

Your heart beats a little louder at the nickname, and you chalk it up to the excitement still in you at having Nel here and being tired.

But you sleep better that night than you have in a long time.

A short, repetitive, rhythmic vibration.

Picasso [11:26pm]: home safe

Jungkook is still standing in the same corner by the wall, Adaline somewhere in the crowd in front of him dancing with her friends. She asked him to join her, but he declined. He doesn’t need to see himself more than half drunk and dancing on the cover of tomorrow’s news cycles. Not to mention his security team would shut the party down the second a camera flashed.

His guards are carefully stationed throughout the house, all dressed down in casual wear, a few with empty cups in their hands. One is watching some sort of beer pong like game in the corner, another is mingling with some guys over in the kitchen. Three he can’t immediately see. And he knows his head guard is outside in a black car ready to get him out at a moment's notice.

Nobody can tell they aren’t here for the party, not unless they’re sober enough to notice watchful eyes continually making their way over the crowd as the night goes on.

Your text woke him from the stillness he’s adapted from standing so long, trying hard not to draw attention to himself.

You were home safe. Home safe from the airport. Home safe from picking up Cornelius.

Your boyfriend.

Cornelius, your boyfriend.

He doesn’t acknowledge his teeth grinding.

You were home from picking up your beau but even then, you’d texted him to let him know you were back on campus safely. To let him know you were okay.

It’s the first thing that makes him smile all night.

So he sends back, a bit to quickly:

Me [11:26pm]: Thanks Picasso Me [11:26pm]: glad ur home safe

Because it means something to him that you deem him close enough to send a ‘home safe’ text too.

That you want him to know you’re back.

Want him to know you’re safe.

Whether you know it or not, your safety means a lot to Jungkook, so that little two word text makes his heart lurch.

He needs to leave.

He needs to get out of this fucking house and back to his dorm. He came, he drank, he observed, he fulfilled his boyfriend duty.

That’s enough for him.

He shoots Adaline a text that says he isn’t feeling well and gets out as fast as he possibly can, dodging bodies left and right and doing his best to hide his face.

Once he’s out, security team in tow, the cooling midnight air does him some good.

“Someone make sure she gets back to her dorm safe,” he says in their general direction, brain too muddled to be polite in this exact moment, but it’s nothing they haven’t seen before.

This is going to be such a long week.

He can’t wait till it’s over. Till he doesn’t have to share anymore.

He was never very good at it anyway.

The smell of bacon wakes you.

And toast, and…

Eggs?

You think, at least. Since when do you have bacon? Or eggs? Toast is a given, it’s part of your life’s blood.

Opening your eyes, you blindly reach for your phone, successfully unplugging it and bringing it to your face.

The screen is too bright but you suffer through it, squinting.

9:27am.

9:27?

You slept for ten hours!?

You can’t remember the last time you slept more than 6 consecutively, aside from recovery nights, and even then it was fitful.

Nel comes in with two plates, his full with a very Eastern breakfast of pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon. Yours with two pieces of toast, lots of bacon, a bit of eggs and some fruit. Where did he—?

He smiles at your confusion, “You have a cafeteria that sells breakfast food, you know.”

You know that.

“I know that.”

“Do you? Because the look on your face says otherwise.”

You flop back down and pull the pillow over your head, mumbling incoherent nonsense. You rarely used the dorm cafeteria for breakfast. Much preferring the greenhouse cafe or simple toast and juice that you can make in your dorm.

He chuckles. “Two breakfasts for me then, okay, if you insist,” Nel moves to leave but you screech, uncovering your face.

“Noo! I want it. Please, sweet nutrition,” he hands the plate over when you sit up, arms out stretched, and you dig in.

After a piece of bacon, you ask, “How long have you been up?”

Nel’s sitting with his legs crossed at the end of your bed, munching away, “Long enough to get changed, grab my wallet, get food and come back.”

The bacon is really good. You’ve never been so glad he knew you so well as you grab another piece from the dwindling pile.

“You slept well then, too? That’s good, I’m glad. You needed the rest.”

“Having you around always makes it easier to fall asleep,” he nudges your knee with his elbow.

Even after five years he can still make you blush.

“I know the feeling.”

You two fall into step, starting your weeks in advance prepared plans, the rest of your day passing quickly.

Too quickly.

And so does the next day, and the next, and the next.

All of your activities are going great. The zoo, picnics, study dates, restaurant dates, historical, artistic and architectural museum tours. Even a swim at the school’s indoor pool, and there’s plenty more to come.

Things slip back into being easy, just as they always have been with Nel, ever since that first day back in tenth grade.

He knows you like the back of his hand and predicts your moves before you make them, just like you do for him.

You know his favourite foods, and where he prefers to park when driving—always avoiding open curbs—you know his dream travel destinations, and who his favourite musicians are. You know his favourite pencils to design with and his favourite pencils to shade with, that he always put on his right sock first, then right shoe, then left sock and left shoe. You know that his drink order is an iced coffee with two cream and two sugar, that he prefers loose shirts over fitted ones, and that his favourite colour is orange.

It’s a pretty orange too, not just any orange. You wonder if it’s anything like Jungkook's–

Wait.

You search your memory for the information, going through favourite foods, drinks, music—all discussed previously, because you know their answers. But colour?

Nothing.

How have you never asked what Jungkook’s favourite colour is?

Isn’t that usually one of the first things people ask when they’re trying to get to know one another? Funny. Guess you’ll have to inquire the next time you see him.

Anyways, just like you know everything there is to know about Nel, he knows everything about you too, including your routines.

Which is why at twelve noon every day, he starts getting ready to go to the greenhouse for your afternoon study session.

Including today.

Your week’s already half over and you hate it. Time always moves far to fast when all you want it to do is slow the fuck down.

You only have five days left. Five days.

You’re lucky the greenhouse cafe is open during break, some places on campus are required to stay open for the students who can’t make it home, but greenhouse chooses to.

As you and Nel turn the corner you see a familiar figure sitting in his old spot at the back of the patio. The same hat, mask and hoodie, now paired with a leather jacket on top due to the weather starting to cool down.

You can tell Jungkook wasn’t expecting to see you by the way he stiffens before those all too familiar brown eyes of his meet your own. Which is fair, your schedule shifts a bit when you’re on break, he isn’t used to you being here at twelve on Wednesdays.

But as quickly as he sees you, his gaze is back on his laptop, like he never saw you in the first place.

Like you asked him to do.

And a sharp pain stings inside your chest.

When you and Nel get to your table, he sits in the seat opposite to where you always do, leaving where Jungkook usually sits beside you, empty.

A part of you is grateful for that, though you can’t figure out why and table that self discussion for a later date.

Setting down your things, you ask Nel if he wants coffee. He answers yes, like always, and after a quick visit with Viv, you're pulling out your chair and setting down your cups. Your back faces Jungkook. It’s a small mercy you can’t see him. Maybe you can forget he’s here and actually focus on your work.

But it’s also exactly because of your position, that you can’t see as Jungkook subtly watches you over the rim of his laptop while you and Nel talk quietly and study.

Nel can though.

It feels weird to ignore him. To pretend you don’t know one another when for the better part of the last seven weeks all you’ve done is talk, hang out, study or a mixture of the three, every day.

When having him sit behind you and not beside you feels so wrong and so foreign.

But this is your own doing, you caused this. So you need to suck it up and get used to it.

This is exactly what you asked for all those weeks ago. The perfect solution to your problem.

No one can know.

Not Nel.

Not anyone.

But fuck, if it didn’t absolutely suck in practice.

Setting some of your books out around you and on the table Jungkook usually uses, you dig into your business homework. Having a major and a minor are great for job prospects, on paper, and in practice after you’ve completed them.

But getting them? It takes years of hard work and dedication with no distractions.

None.

You spend almost every free moment you have doing homework or practicing, trying to get ahead, trying to stay on top.

…Trying to beat Adaline.

But you just use that as fuel for your drive to be better. To be the best.

Competition is healthy. Especially when you’re winning against the rich brat who’s used to getting what she wants.

Not that you're petty.

Ehh…You are. But only a little bit. At least you can admit it.

Nel gets to work as well, the sunlight from his spot is great for drawing. He’s working on a rough version of his thesis project that’s due at the end of the year. He has to have multiple completed renderings as well as a scale model, and he’s been brainstorming since last year about what he wants to do.

Currently, he’s drawing up an airport, trying to design so that it’s not confusing and complicated for first time users.

However, his occasional swearing and muttering to himself makes you think he’s having a tough time with it.

You try not to laugh, but a small giggle slips out.

“What,” Nel asks, a little distracted.

“Nothing.”

“No really, what’s up? I could use a laugh right now,” he insists, eyes on you at first. But then something behind you steals their attention every few seconds.

Someone.

“You just…you still make funny sounds when you're frustrated with a drawing. It’s endearing.” You reach to place your hand on his knee, trying to gain back his full attention.

Ignore him, Nel. Please ignore him.

“Yeah...” he exhales. “I guess airports are out,” his hand covers yours quickly and you hear a faint chair screech from behind you. Nel doesn’t miss it as he says. “But I do have a much bigger appreciation and understanding for all those who came before me,” pupils now unmoving from their target behind you.

Fine.

You’ll acknowledge it.

“Is everything okay? You keep looking at something? Is there an animal or…” You know what he’s looking at, but go so far as to turn anyway, playing up the ‘confused girlfriend’ role. But Nel squeezes your hand, stopping you.

He leans in, placing a fake mask of serene on and lowers his voice. “That guy keeps looking at us, moreso you. And he looks pissed off.”

Fuck, think of something.

Anything. Anythi—Oh!

You lean in too, so close your noses almost touch. “He’s probably just upset we’re talking. The greenhouse cafe is usually a quiet place to work,” good enough, you think. That’s believable, right?. “It’ll be fine. Let’s just ignore him and get back to work.”

You place a quick kiss on his lips but Nel isn’t letting up on his unnecessary vigilance. But then again, he doesn’t know that Jungkook is the opposite of a threat to you. So you reassure him, in your own way.

“Babe, seriously. If you’re going to be all protective or whatever, don’t. I come here everyday when you're not here and I’m still alive and unharmed. Go get a sandwich or a refill to get your head off of it and say hi to Viv. She’s still here, and I’m betting she remembers you. You’re kinda hard to forget.”

You can tell Nel’s about to reject the idea when you insist. “I’ll be fine, Nel. Promise. Three years and not a scratch on me.”

He sighs through his nose, but relents.

Placing his drawing pad on the table, he gets up, but not before placing another kiss to your forehead and mumbling, “Scream ‘cumquat’ if you’re in danger and I’ll come running, okay?”

You laugh outright at that. “Will do.”

You watch him as he goes, and the second he’s inside, you’re racing for your phone, typing at an astounding speed.

You [1:45pm]: Didn’t your royal upbringing teach you not to stare so blatantly!??? Nel caught you

You hear a quiet ping from behind you followed by a small exhale that sounds more like a disguised chuckle.

PJK [1:45pm]: Yes.

You [1:45pm]: So you intentionally got caught?

PJK [1:45pm]: Maybe

You [1:45pm]: Shithead

PJK [1:46pm]: Rude

You [1:46pm]: You deserve it

PJK [1:46pm]: I know. I’m just making sure he’s treating you right. PJK [1:47pm]: and trying to see if he acts differently when he knows he’s being watched. He’s very protective you know

Jungkook saw the second Nel noticed he was watching you.

His posture changed from easy going to on alert. His hand went so quickly to yours on his knee and his public displays of affection increased significantly.

It was pathetic, really. It went above a normal amount of protection. Nel was claiming his ‘property’, making sure Jungkook knew not to touch.

And the nasty look Nel gave him as he entered the cafe—gratefully still unrecognizable in his disguise—was another silent way to say back off, stay away, and don’t try anything or you’ll regret it.

It was a red flag in Jungkook's mind. A small one, but it’s still there because his efforts are completely unneeded. After five years together, Nel should know that you can handle yourself.

Hell, Jungkook knows that and it’s only been two months.

You [1:47pm]: yes I know he is, and I already told you he treats me well because he always. Does. Not just in public or under watchful eyes You [1:48pm]: and since when does my boyfriend of half a decade need your ~princely~ seal approval?

He ignores the small jab. You only ever brought up his title when you were mocking or upset with him. And he knows that in this case it's the latter.

PJK [1:48pm]: Since now PJK [1:49pm]: And it’s not that I don’t trust you at your word, but I usually like to decide for myself

That has you reeling.

Where does he get the audacity to think he has any say in or about your relationship? Your very solidly built, five years strong, healthy, happy relationship?

Because he’s the Prince? You’re pretty sure you established on day one that you didn’t and still don’t give a fuck about his birthright.

If he thinks he gets an opinion on any of this he’s got another thing coming the second he asks you anything about Adaline again.

You’re in the middle of typing out a paragraph explaining all of this when another text comes in.

PJK [1:49pm]: Because I’ve seen far too many women in love who are blind to certain things PJK [1:50pm]: And far too many hurt in the end because of it.

You pause. Fingers frozen mid swipe.

Blind to what?

How many women did he know that were in love but missing something about their partner? Surely there couldn't be that many. Right?

But this was Jungkook you were talking to, he’s lived numerous lifetimes already. That fancy birthright of his you don’t care about having given him far too many life experiences to have at his age. And they’re only going to increase from here.

So instead of hitting send and cursing him out quite spectacularly, you stop and think for a moment.

What did he see that they didn’t?

That you might… not?

You’re a decent judge of character if your record tracks. And it does.

So your curiosity gets the better of you as you delete your rage paragraph and settle for a simple two word question instead.

You [1:50pm]: Like what?

You can see that he’s typing out a response but the bell on the cafe door rings and you put your phone down. It buzzes with his response a few seconds after.

You’ll check it later.

Nel takes his seat again, and you notice he has his sandwich, but also that he’s moved his chair and starts sketching from the new position giving him a direct eye line with Jungkook.

You internally scoff at that.

Nel has always been protective. But he was raised that way and you don’t mind too much. You don’t expect him to change his core values for you, just like he never expects you to change yours for him, even when a couple of his are just the slightest bit overbearing.

But that’s part of a relationship. Give and take and compromise. No one person is going to be perfect for another. It’s healthy to have differences.

That being said, Nel doesn’t change positions for the rest of the hour. Even as Jungkook packs up and leaves, Nel eyeballs him until he’s out of sight.

That night while Nel is brushing his teeth and you're lying in bed, you check the text from Jungkook.

PJK [1:51pm]: Like if they’re getting treated the way they should be or if they’re settling for the best they think they can get or for the first guy that showed interest. The one who hasn’t grown up even though time has passed. The one who’s holding her back by not setting her free

You stare at your phone. At the text. At his words.

And dismiss it.

You aren’t one of those women.

You know yourself.

You know what you deserve and how you should be treated. You didn’t settle, you just happened to find your love at a young age. That’s something special and rare and should be protected. And Nel has most certainly grown up as time passed.

Jungkook is being ridiculous for absolutely no reason. Surely he’ll have seen that today. Seen how Nel loves you, treats you how you deserve to be treated, holds you up. Supports you.

You’re confident he’ll be eating his words soon enough.

Finished brushing, Nel comes back to the bedroom and snuggles up behind you and you put down your phone.

He cuddles you for a minute before placing a kiss at your neck. Then another. And another before he’s mouthing up your neck, and sliding a hand up your thigh and to your waist. It pauses on your stomach with teasing caresses, before dipping lower and lower, beneath the fabric of your sleep shorts, and under the elastic of your underwear.

A small moan sounds in your throat at the touch. His fingers meeting your folds and the sensitive bundle of nerves at their apex.

You wanted this.

Need it.

He’s grown, you think; as a finger slips in you and you gasp at the stretch, legs opening wider for him. A second finger plunges in and you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with every thrust. Just like you can feel a bulge forming behind you.

You know what you deserve; as he uses them to scissor you open, making sure you’re ready. You roll over, now on your back with Nel over you as he pulls your shorts and underwear down to get better access, your own hands removing your shirt.

You’re not settling; as Nel moves down, tongue making a couple swipes at your entrance and you hiss in pleasure before he’s reaching over, grabbing a condom from the nightstand drawer and sliding it on, length hard and dripping at the sight of you bared before him.

Nel wasn’t the first guy who’d shown interest, just the first you’d said yes to; and he slides in. Both of you moaning at the snug fit.

“Fuck...” he says and you nod, agreeing, before pulling him down into a deep kiss.

He eases into a slow, steady rhythm that has you breathy and his abs tensing.

But it’s not enough. You need more. You need to erase these past two months without him, and take enough to last for the next two. It’s never enough, but you try.

“Faster baby,” you beg, “Please…faster.”

Nel isn’t holding you back. Jungkook doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about.

Nel picks up the pace and you start moaning, louder like you know he likes. Likes to hear he’s doing a good job. He’s grabbing your breast and sucking in a nipple, tongue swirling and you're bringing your hips to meet his with every thrust.

It feels good. It always feels good with Nel.

He was your first everything. First kiss, first intimate touch, first love.

Only love.

And he makes you feel good with that love. That touch. His kiss.

He makes you feel safe, inside and out.

Jungkook can go eat grass. He doesn’t know your relationship. Doesn’t know the first thing about it.

“There, right there!” you whine as Nel hits your sweet spot once and you arch. He tries again but misses, continuing faster, his peak coming quickly.

Jungkook can never understand what you two have. What you two have built in these five years. The understanding and security that comes with it.

He’s being an unrightfully opinionated ass on something he knows nothing about and—

Fuck! Why are you thinking about Jungkook? You’re having sex with Nel. You shouldn’t be thinking about anything or anyone other than that.

Than him.

So why can’t you get what Jungkook said out of your fucking head?

“Ahhh… oh fuck. I’m cumming.” Nel’s hips stutter, his face contorting in pleasure as he releases, filling the condom.

You kiss him passionately to rid yourself of your princely plagued thoughts, the ones filling you with unwanted and unnecessary doubt. You want them gone, gone, gone. Nothing but Nel in their place.

And you slip an, “I love you,” in between kisses for good measure.

Jungkook could never understand.

Nel kisses you back just as hard, dramatically slowing his thrusts, drawing out his high for as long as possible.

“I love you too.”

Jungkook doesn’t know anything.

Nel groans into your lips when it becomes too much and pulls out.

Removing and tying off the condom, Nel goes to the washroom to throw it out and starts the shower he knows you’ll be joining him for when you're done.

A routine you’re all too familiar with.

One you created.

He knows you need a few minutes to get yourself off.

You’ve never been able to cum from sex with a partner. No matter how hard you tried. No matter what you did.

Most would think Nel wasn’t a good lover or wasn’t trying enough, but it was through years of constantly trying anything and everything that you learned you just…couldn’t.

No amount of fingering or oral or penetration from your partner could make you orgasm.

So Nel knows to wait for you in the shower as you finish yourself off, your own fingers making quick work of it, because you always could for some reason.

It isn’t your ideal situation, and it isn’t anyone’s fault. But it works. You both get the intimacy you crave and you accepted a long time ago that you were just one of the unlucky few.

Screams fill Jungkook’s ears as a hand finds his hair and nails rake against his scalp.

Adaline isn’t a quiet receiver.

“Ohmygod!” She shouts for the twentieth time. “Yes! There…so goo-oohhhh,” the last syllable turning into a loud moan.

He’s holding her downwith a forearm by her pelvis, mouth full as he brings out her third orgasm of the night, juices flooding his tongue.

He’s working out earlier frustrations and proving a point to himself in this fucked up version of self therapy.

He shouldn’t be.

But he does.

Has to.

Seeing you today with Cornelius spurred feelings within him that he didn’t know he had. Sure, there were bits and pieces of something stirring he refused to name, but today?

They were in a whole different ballpark. Different than anything else he’s ever felt before, brewing inside him, bubbling up to the surface even though he’s been trying his best to pop them and shove them down.

Anger?

Feelings he doesn’t want to have.

Jealousy?

Does have.

Wanting you to look at him the way you look at Nel?

Can’t have.

Not for…

He admits he provoked Nel because he could. Dick move, but it was because Jungkook knew just by looking at him that giving you any form of attention would piss him off. He seemed the type.

Overly possessive, overprotective.

Overbearingly so.

Suffocatingly so.

Because Nel knows how lucky he is. That you chose him. That you still choose him.

He knows he has to keep others away.

Knows he isn’t good enough for you, holds you back. But keeps you anyway.

The selfish prick.

So Jungkook eyed you up and down, leisurely, and for as long as he wanted. Purely out of the need to prove to himself he was right about his little assessment of your boyfriend. At least that’s what he told himself.

Was it childish and unnecessary?

Yes.

But he was right. And that felt good.

He could see in your posture and your hushed words you didn’t want Nel’s protection, didn’t need it, and that Nel ignored that wish of yours. Did what he wanted to instead of respecting your ability to make decisions for yourself. Bulldozed your opinions.

It pissed Jungkook off.

He’d left a little while after sending you that text to read, but you never did. At least not since the last time he checked. And so he’d made plans with Adaline the second he was out of your earshot. Calling her up and setting a time for what’s currently taking up his primary focus.

Because even though it was Adaline underneath him, for the very first time, that’s not who he imagined it was.

Not who he just dragged a fourth orgasm out of with his fingers because he could.

Because he would. He would be so much better. Give so much more. If only…

Fuck.

Jungkook stands and drags his cock over Adaline’s entrance, whacking it against her clit a couple times before running the tip through her folds and pushing in. He hisses at the feeling. At who he was sinking into in his head, splayed out in front of him. Skin glistening with sweat mixed with arousal. Mouth open, slack jawed in pleasure.

Adaline moans loudly and it dissolves his visual.

His tattooed hand moves to hold her hands above her head, the other silences her mouth.

“Quiet now,” he whispers, low and deep. A bead of sweat dripping off his brow, hair sticking to his neck and temple.

He intends it to be sexy for her, but in reality, he’s just sick of hearing her. It’s ruining his mental image. Not that she’ll ever know that though.

To Adaline, this session is all about her and making her feel good.

But constant screams and loud, pornographic moans aren’t appealing to him in the slightest. They're taking him out of the mood. Making him soft.

Once or twice when it’s genuine? Sure. But the constant assault she loves to give his eardrums? Not even a little bit.

He sets a fast, rough pace, and Adaline’s eyes roll back in pleasure, screams finally subsiding in white hot bliss, replaced by bitten lips and smothered whimpers.

He is going to prove this point to himself over and over again. All night if he has to.

And he has to.

To get whatever it is he’s feeling for you out of his system.

To keep his sanity.

To forget.

And while it’s Adaline’s name is on his lips when he cums.

It’s not the name he repeats in his head like a prayer.

Chapter Seven: Hard Goodbyes and Favourite Colours

A/N 2: Thanks for waiting for this chapter. I'll try my best to have 7 out as soon as I can get it. I promise.

A/N 3: As always, Thank you for reading, loves. Xoxo - Yoon <3

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yunholic-jongholic · 2 days ago

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Reaffirming Love and Connection | J.YH x Reader

SUMMARY | Yunho and You engaging in fluffy aftercare following a session of intense, rough sex. Trading kisses and loving words, cleaning each other up, tending to any bruises or the like their play might have left, and overall, just taking the time to reaffirm their relationship and make sure they're both in a good place emotionally.

PAIRINGS | Yunho x Fem!Reader

RATING | Mature, 18+, NSFW, MDNI!!!

CONTENT WARNINGS | One Shot, SMUT, NSFW, Smut without Plot, Explicit Content, Begging, Marking Kink, Hand Kink, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Cursing, Degrading, Praising, Voyeurism, Unprotected Sex (Don't do that…), Creampie (Sorry if I missed some!)

WORD COUNT | 1.3k

AUTHOR NOTE | How are my hotteok sister wives feeling? :) Sorry this story goes straight into smut, but you get to the soft fluffiness at the end, and I made sure to make it the other half of the story! <3

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You were undressing yourself, while your husband Yunho was watching you, he sat on the bed, you felt his eyes all over you as you pulled your skirt off along with your panties. Yunho on the other hand was fully dressed. You felt a bit embarrassed but once you saw Yunho waved his hand for you to go to him, you obeyed and sat on his lap.

"You look beautiful" He exhaled as he felt you shift on top of him causing him to grab ahold of your cheeks to make you look deeply into his eyes. Yunho smirked at your reaction as you still were flustered about being fully naked and him being fully dressed.

"Thank you..." is all you could say. You started feeling heat rush down inside you as he just stared deeply into your eyes. He soon commanded you to rest your body on his lap as he turned you over. You did as he said and soon you felt his hand caress your back causing your spine to shiver. As his hand went lower you felt two fingers rub against your cunt.

"Yunho..." you moan out as he circled his two fingers around your folds. You felt immediate sharp pain and pleasure as he shoved his two fingers deep inside you causing you to let out a gasp. He only smirks at your response and immediately wastes no time digging himself deep into you and penetrating inside.

"You are so tight and wet." Yunho teases you and his other hand reaches you mouth which you are breathing heavily and moaning onto.

"You are already a fucking mess." He curses at you as he stuffs two fingers down your throat causing you to gag around them. He swirls his fingers around your tongue playfully tugging it as if he was fighting with your tongue. You felt his bulge poking you stomach as you try to sit up but felt too weak to even sit up straight.

"You are enjoying this aren't you? Me fucking and using you with only my hands." Yunho groans as you moan and hum in response, tongue still swirling around his fingers until he shoves them deep down your throat.

Yunho took his fingers out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting from his index finger and your tongue. You are helplessly breathing heavy and moaning as his other hand continues to work against you.

"Yunho, please I need you." You moan digging your nails into his thigh. He smirks and pulls out his two fingers and sets you on your knees in front of him as he looks down at you.

"What do you want from me princess?" You hear his voice now deeper as he calls you princess. You look down as his bulge, knowing now he is desperate himself to be touched.

"I need you." You hum again, your hands now trailing up his thigh. You softly palm at his crotch causing him to groan and grip your hands. Yunho pulls your hand off and he pulls his pants and underwear off letting his cock spring up. Your eyes watch, mouth slightly watering at the sight of him in front of you. Yunho stands up and tells you to get up and go on the bed. You do as he says and ask him which position he wants you to be in.

"For now, on your knees." He tells you getting ready. You get on your knees and place a pillow under your legs and one under your hands to hold onto. Yunho got behind you and pulled you a bit closer to him positioning himself. You felt the tip of his cock press against your folds causing you to shiver lightly at the feeling. Not even a second later, Yunho shoves himself deep into you causing you to gasp and scream out. He doesn't waste time before slamming into you and as he starts, Yunho grips onto your neck pulling you towards him and holds you against his chest.

"Yunho!" You moan as he grips onto your chin and cheeks. His other hand slides up your body and holds you up. You place your hands on his arm and dig your nails into his arm as he thrusts deeply into you. He groans in your ear causing you to shiver again. He buries his face against your neck nibbling on your skin.

"You are so warm." Yunho huffs out, you felt his teeth sink in your skin leaving bite marks. He threw you down on the bed pressing your back on the bed holding your hips gripping them harshly. You knew there will be bruises tomorrow.

"Yunho please!" You moan against the pillow gripping it as he slams deep into you stretching you out more and more. No matter how many times you both have sex, you always felt like it was your first time with him since he would always stretch you out.

Yunho pulled you back up holding your neck again as you became a moaning mess grinding your hips against him begging him for more. His grip tightened around your neck as he placed two fingers on your bottom lips. You only could moan helplessly letting him do whatever to you. Yunho shoved his two fingers down your throat causing you to moan and gag around them.

"You are so fucking perfect." He curses in your ear. You felt your insides pulsing and your stomach going into knots.

"You are my perfect girl." Yunho kisses your tears away as you whimpered at the intense feeling. Your body couldn't take it anymore, becoming a moaning wet mess. He took his fingers out placing them back around your neck. saliva was attached and dripping from your lips onto his fingers.

"I want you to go to work tomorrow and show how fucked you were by your husband tonight." He caresses your hips with his other hand and touches his own markings on your neck.

"I am going to lose it, Yunho." You moan out finally being tipped over the edge. You came on him and he was soon to be next. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he thrusted deeply into you and came inside soon after you. You felt hot and sweaty falling straight onto the bed panting. He pulled out and helped you up on his lap holding you.

You still had tears in your eyes, you felt exhausted, but he started comforting you. He kissed your lips softly caressing your face wiping your tears away.

"I love you so much." He leaves feathery kisses against your lips causing you to giggle at how soft he is always after sex.

"I love you too." You poke his cheek, and he smiles at you. You rest your hands on his shoulders looking into his eyes.

"I didn't hurt you tonight, right?" He asks a bit worried you were crying because he caused pain on you, but you reassured him he didn't hurt you in any way to be mean. He sometimes does get carried away during sex, but he makes sure at the end that he is caring and sweet towards you, making sure that he loves you and doesn't want to lose you. He notices his bite marks were a little too deep and apologizes for how he was. You soon see him lean down and kiss the bruises and bites he did on you.

"Yunho..." you hum telling him it's okay. He carries you to take a shower with him to clean you both up. Once both cleaned up you get dressed in cozy pajamas together and flop on the bed. You lay down and he wraps his arms around you resting his head on your chest.

"You are like a giant puppy. I can't breathe!" You jokingly tease him as he just lays on top of you. "Well stop having a comfortable chest for me to lay on." He murmurs. You sigh and ruffle his hair running your fingers in just helping him relax more.

"God made you too perfect for me." he mutters underneath his breath. You kiss his forehead calling him cute, Yunho sinks in on top of you and slowly falls asleep.

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My GOD. My requests are so backed up, this was requested by another fellow hotteok wife who is like my sugar mommy lol. Love u M! <3

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aspenmissing · 1 day ago

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hey, first of all i want to say that i love your writing and style! could you please do arcane characters (jinx, silco, jaycee, victor, vander) with a reader who’s a mercenary? like what their reactions would be, would they accept it or not, the relationship dynamics

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ?

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JAYCE

The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the machines Jayce had been working on. The golden light of the sunset streamed through the window, casting long shadows across the room. Y/N stood by the door, her coat already on, fingers tracing the outline of the weapon at her hip.

“Where are you going?” Jayce’s voice broke the silence, heavy with suspicion. His eyes flicked between her and the door.

Y/N hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice steady, but there was an undeniable tension in her posture. “I’ve got a job to do, Jayce.”

Jayce stood from his workbench, brow furrowed. “A job? At a time like this?”

Y/N met his gaze, but there was an air of detachment about her now, a barrier she’d put up without realizing. “I don’t have the luxury of waiting around, Jayce. I need to work.”

Jayce took a few steps toward her, confusion and concern written on his face. “It’s late, Y/N. What kind of job requires you to leave now?” He crossed his arms, unwilling to let her go without an explanation. “You’ve been so distant lately... What’s going on?”

Y/N looked away, not wanting to meet his eyes. The truth of it—whatever her job was—felt too complicated to explain, even to him. She hadn’t expected it to come to this, but she couldn’t back out now.

“I’m just doing what needs to be done,” she said quietly, her voice betraying no hint of vulnerability. “I’ll be back soon. You don’t need to worry.”

Jayce’s gaze hardened, his frustration starting to bubble over. “I do need to worry, Y/N. You’re disappearing in the middle of the night, and you won’t even tell me why. I want to understand, but you’re shutting me out.”

The quiet tension between them deepened, his worry unmistakable. He wanted to keep pushing, to demand more, but he could see the look on her face—the quiet resolve that made him take a step back. She wasn’t going to tell him, not now, and she wasn’t giving him a choice.

For a long moment, they simply stood there, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. Finally, Y/N spoke again, softer this time. “I’m not asking for your permission, Jayce. I’m not asking for your approval.”

Jayce took a slow breath, his mind racing. He had never seen her like this, so closed off, and it gnawed at him. “I don’t want to control you. I just... don’t understand.”

Y/N looked at him one last time, her eyes softening slightly, but her resolve remained firm. “I’ll explain when I can. Just... trust me, okay?” Her voice was quiet but insistent.

Jayce swallowed, his frustration mixing with an overwhelming sense of helplessness. He nodded, though the knot in his chest remained tight. “Okay, Y/N. But I don’t like this.”

With a final glance at him, Y/N stepped out into the night, the door closing behind her softly. Jayce stood still for a long moment, watching the space where she had been, his mind spinning with unanswered questions. He didn’t know what she was doing or why she was leaving so late, but he knew one thing for sure—he wasn’t going to stop thinking about it.

The hours passed slowly, the silence in the apartment weighing heavily on Jayce. He had been cleaning, trying to distract himself from the ache in his chest. He picked up the stray papers and straightened the furniture, but his mind kept returning to the argument. Her words. The cold finality of it all.

As he moved into their bedroom, something caught his eye—a loose floorboard in the corner of the closet. It had always been there, but tonight, his curiosity got the better of him. He bent down, prying the board up with a creak. His heart raced when he saw what lay beneath it: a stash of money, far more than they’d ever had in the apartment. Along with it were weapons—blades, smoke bombs, and a few tools that looked disturbingly familiar. And then, the papers.

A hit list.

Names, dates, locations. His hand trembled as he skimmed through it. Some of the names were ones Y/N had mentioned in passing, but he’d never thought much of them. Now, seeing it laid out so coldly in front of him, the truth hit him like a punch to the gut.

She wasn’t just working. She was a mercenary. A killer. All this time, she’d been living a life of violence, and he had been blind to it.

Jayce’s stomach churned. He had known something wasn’t right, but this... this was beyond anything he’d imagined. His breath hitched as he placed the papers down gently, trying to steady himself. He felt betrayed, but not in the way he expected. This wasn’t about her safety—it was about who she was. The person he loved was capable of taking lives, and he couldn’t ignore that.

The door creaked open a few hours later. Y/N stepped in, her eyes immediately finding his. She froze at the look on his face.

“Jayce,” she began, her voice hesitant, as though she wasn’t sure how to face him after everything.

“No,” Jayce cut her off, his voice low but firm. His heart pounded in his chest, his fists clenched. “Don’t. Don’t lie to me anymore.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she realized what he was talking about.

“I found it, Y/N,” Jayce continued, his voice thick with anger and disbelief. “I found everything—the money, the weapons, the list. I know what you’ve been doing. I know who you are.”

Her eyes flickered toward the floorboard, and Jayce saw the guilt flash in her eyes. She hadn’t expected him to find it. But now that he had... there was no denying it.

“I didn’t want you to see this,” she whispered, her voice small. “I didn’t want to drag you into it.”

Jayce stepped forward, his face twisted with a mixture of hurt and fury. “You’ve been lying to me, Y/N. All this time, you’ve been living a double life. And I—I thought I knew you. I thought we were building something real. But now I find out this? This is who you really are?”

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, but she didn’t look away. She didn’t deny it. “This is who I was, Jayce. This is what I’ve been trying to escape. But it doesn’t just go away.”

Jayce’s anger flared. “I’m not talking about what you’ve been trying to escape, Y/N. I’m talking about what you’ve become. You’ve been killing people. For money. How many have you—how many have you taken out for a job? How many lives have you ended?”

Her gaze faltered for just a moment before she steadied herself, her voice thick with emotion. “I never wanted to hurt you. I didn’t want you to know. But this is my life, Jayce. This is what I do.”

“No,” Jayce shot back, his voice trembling with emotion. “This is who you’ve chosen to be. You could have stopped, Y/N. You could have walked away, but instead, you’ve kept it all a secret, lying to me the whole time.”

Y/N closed her eyes briefly, her shoulders sagging. “I didn’t want to drag you into this... I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

Jayce’s chest tightened with frustration and disbelief. “How am I supposed to see you, Y/N? As the woman I thought I knew, or as a killer?”

“I’m still the same person, Jayce,” she whispered, her voice strained. “I’m still me.”

Jayce shook his head, his voice shaking now, though he tried to keep it steady. “I don’t know who you are anymore. You’re not the person I thought I was in love with. You’ve been killing people, Y/N. And I can’t—” He cut himself off, struggling to keep his composure. “I can’t be a part of this. Not like this.”

The words hung in the air, sharp and final. Y/N’s eyes filled with tears, but she didn’t look away. She had known this moment was coming, but now that it was here, she didn’t know how to make him understand.

“I never wanted to lose you,” she whispered.

Jayce stared at her for a long time, his heart breaking. He wanted to reach out, to hold her, to make everything right again. But he couldn’t reconcile the woman he loved with the reality of what she had done. How could he?

“I can’t do this, Y/N,” he said quietly, his voice breaking. “I can’t love a killer.”

Y/N didn’t respond. She simply stood there, silent, the weight of his words pressing down on her.

VIKTOR

Viktor sat at his desk in the quiet of his lab, the rhythmic sound of his fingers tapping against the surface of a mechanical device he'd been tinkering with. His mind, however, was elsewhere—always elsewhere, it seemed. Thoughts of Y/N had occupied more of his time recently, more than he'd care to admit. Their moments together were filled with a sense of warmth and intimacy, but beneath it all, a question lingered in his heart: How much of her life did I truly know?

It wasn’t the first time he had noticed the occasional bruising on her arms or the subtle weariness in her eyes. The absence of certain details made him wonder, but he never pressed her on them. She was strong, capable, and fiercely independent, but it was this same strength that left him both in awe and, admittedly, in concern.

That night, the truth came in a way neither of them expected.

Y/N had walked into his lab, a rare tension in her posture. She looked like she hadn’t had a decent night's sleep in days. She had a light wound on her shoulder, one she’d probably already cleaned herself, but Viktor noticed the way she winced when reaching for something on the shelf.

“Y/N…” Viktor's voice was soft, but his gaze didn’t leave her. He’d learned to read her well enough by now, knowing when something was wrong even if she didn’t voice it.

Y/N met his eyes with a slight frown, but she didn’t hide the fatigue. “It’s nothing, Viktor. Just a scrape.”

“Don’t lie to me.” His voice was firmer now, his steps carrying him closer to her. His gloved fingers gently traced the edge of her wound, inspecting it carefully, before his eyes lifted to hers again. “How did this happen?”

She hesitated, the weight of his gaze on her unsettling her for a moment. She’d always kept this part of her life separate from him, knowing how he would react. But she couldn’t lie anymore—not when he looked at her like that.

“I’m a mercenary, Viktor. That’s how.”

His body stiffened. The words hit him like a sudden blow, sharp and unexpected. Mercenary. He had always suspected there was more to her than the brilliant mind and the warm smiles she gave him, but to hear it out loud—mercenary—was a different kind of shock.

"You… you?" Viktor's voice trembled, not from anger but from concern and disbelief. The idea of her being involved in such dangerous work was foreign to him. “Why? Why would you—”

“Because I have to, Viktor,” she interrupted, her voice a little too sharp for his liking. She stepped back, brushing her hair out of her face, trying to hide the pain in her eyes. “Because I don’t have a choice. I can’t live off the kindness of others forever, and Piltover’s never exactly been kind to people like me, has it?”

Viktor wanted to argue, wanted to say something to take away the hardness in her tone, to remind her that she was more than just a survivor of the streets, more than just a weapon. But the words stuck in his throat.

He looked at her, at the woman he loved, the woman who had survived more than anyone should have to. His chest tightened with the realization that she was carrying burdens she had never shared with him, and for the first time, Viktor felt helpless. Helpless and afraid of what this meant for her, for them.

He reached for her hand, his fingers trembling as they clasped around her wrist. "I can't… I can’t stand the thought of you putting yourself in danger like this. You’re not just a tool or a weapon to be used. You’re—"

"Don’t you dare!" Her voice cracked, though she immediately regretted it. She pulled her wrist free from his grip, but there was no anger in her now, only the exhaustion that had haunted her for so long. "You don’t get it. I can’t just walk away from this. The world doesn’t let you do that, Viktor."

His heart clenched at the coldness in her voice. He’d always known she was strong, but now he understood the depth of her strength—how it had been forged in the fires of survival. He also knew that his love for her couldn’t change the past she carried, nor could it remove the life she had chosen.

But Viktor, in that moment, made a vow to her, even if she couldn’t see it yet. He would try. He would try to pull her out of that life, no matter how impossible it seemed. He would fight for her, fight to give her a future where she didn’t have to run through the shadows, a future where she could stand in the light.

“I won’t accept this, Y/N,” he said softly, his gaze intense with emotion. “I’ll find a way to get you out of this life. I swear it. I will not let you keep sacrificing yourself for a world that doesn’t care.”

Y/N’s heart raced as she met his gaze, the sincerity in his words cutting through the stubborn wall she’d built around herself. She’d always been alone in this, never allowing anyone to carry the weight of her decisions. But Viktor… Viktor was different. And in that moment, she realized something: Maybe she didn’t have to carry it alone anymore.

Tears blurred her vision, and she found herself leaning into him, her arms wrapping around his chest in a moment of vulnerability. “I don’t know how, Viktor. I don’t know if it’s even possible.”

“I’ll find a way,” he repeated, his voice firm with the resolve of someone who had never been afraid of the impossible.

And as he held her close, Y/N knew, deep down, that this was the beginning of a new chapter—for both of them. The road ahead would be uncertain, but with Viktor by her side, she felt the first stirrings of hope, something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in years.

"I believe you," she whispered.

JAYVIK

Viktor had always been the one to see the best in Y/N, always wanting to pull her away from the dangerous and destructive path she had walked. As a former Zaunite himself, he understood the world she came from but believed she deserved something better. His thoughts on her being a mercenary were never far from his mind, especially now that they had been sharing their lives together in Piltover.

But then there was Jayce. Jayce, with his idealism and his unwavering belief in what Piltover could become, had always seen things in black and white. To him, Y/N's role as a mercenary, her life steeped in violence, was something to be condemned. He had been pushing for a long time that she could do better, could be better, and when he found out the full extent of her work, he felt betrayed. His disappointment wasn’t just in her profession—it was in her choices, and more so in how those choices might affect their lives.

It was a particularly tense night. Y/N had just come back from a job, her hands stained with blood, and the weariness in her eyes spoke of the toll this life had taken on her. Jayce couldn't hold back any longer.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this anymore,” Jayce said, his voice tight with frustration. “This mercenary work, it’s dangerous, and you—" He paused, glancing at Viktor. "—you kill people. I can't stand by and watch this. You’re better than this. We need to do something about it.”

Viktor’s brow furrowed, but his tone was measured. “Jayce, I understand your concern, but we need to consider all options. Y/N’s lived this life for so long, and forcing her to leave it behind might not be as simple as we want it to be.”

But Jayce, his passion for justice overriding everything else, snapped, “We could hand her over to the Enforcers! They can help her, clean her hands of all this blood.”

The words hit Y/N like a blow to the chest. She hadn’t been planning on it, but hearing Jayce's proposal—so cold and impersonal—was the breaking point. She couldn’t stay here if they were going to treat her like a criminal, especially not Viktor, the one who had seen her struggles and still cared.

Without saying a word, she stood up and walked into their shared room. Viktor tried to stop her, but Jayce’s anger and the guilt that washed over him paralyzed him in place. Y/N didn’t look back. She gathered a few belongings—some clothes, her weapons, a few trinkets that reminded her of better times—and stuffed them into a small bag. She wrote a letter, her hands trembling as she penned the words:

I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing, but I can’t stay in a place where I’m unwanted. I’m sorry for not telling you, Viktor. You were my strength, but I can’t live in your world if I’m a constant reminder of the things I’ve done. Jayce, I know you think this is for the best, but I can’t be part of that world. Goodbye. – Y/N.

With the letter left on the bed, Y/N moved to the window. She’d grown used to escaping through the quiet and discreet ways of the streets, even in Piltover. She slipped through the window and disappeared into the night.

Back in the living room, the silence between Viktor and Jayce grew heavy. Jayce's anger had faded, leaving behind only worry and regret. He stood from his chair and began pacing, his steps sharp and restless. “Where did she go?”

Viktor’s voice was quiet but firm, tinged with sorrow. “She’s gone. And we’ve lost her... or perhaps, we never truly had her the way we thought.”

Jayce’s frustration flared up again. “Now she’s gone!” he snapped, his tone sharper now. “We can’t even find her.”

Viktor stood, his posture resolute but his gaze full of regret. He moved closer to Jayce, his hands tightly clasped in front of him. “Maybe... maybe we don’t need to find her. Maybe we need to let her go.”

Jayce’s head snapped up, disbelief in his eyes. “Let her go?” His voice cracked with emotion. “After everything we’ve done? After everything we’ve been through? You’ve spent years helping her, and you’re just going to let her walk away?”

Viktor’s expression softened, and he shook his head. “What choice do we have, Jayce? We can’t force her to stay. She’s not our prisoner. She has to choose her own path, just as we’ve had to choose ours.”

The weight of Viktor’s words settled over them both, like a heavy fog. It was then that they realized the truth: they hadn’t just lost her to the conflict between Piltover and Zaun, nor to the violence of her mercenary work. They had lost her because, in their desire to protect her, they hadn’t understood her. They hadn’t truly seen the burden of the choices she’d carried for so long. In the end, they’d tried to control her when all she needed was the freedom to choose for herself.

VANDER

Vander wiped down the bar with a steady hand, the faint smell of sweat and smoke lingering in the air. His gaze flicked across the dimly lit room, watching as the last few patrons stumbled out of the door, their laughter and slurred words echoing as they disappeared into the streets of Zaun. The soft creak of the door swinging open caught his attention, and there, standing in the threshold, was Y/N. She had become a permanent fixture of his bar over the years, the kind of person who didn’t need an invitation—she just showed up, like an old friend he’d always known.

He poured a drink into a glass and slid it in front of her. She didn’t acknowledge the gesture, her eyes still focused on the space in front of her, lost in thought. But he noticed her hands, clenched tight around the glass, the way her knuckles were bruised, the way her fingers were still a little stiff from a fight she’d probably won, but at a cost.

"You're looking worse than usual," Vander finally said, his voice rough with concern as he set down the rag he’d been using to wipe the counter. His eyes narrowed on the bruise stretching along her arm, just above her elbow, a deep shade of purple that looked fresh. It was darker than any of the ones he’d seen before, and that alone made him worry more than he wanted to admit.

Y/N didn’t look up from her drink. Her fingers slid across the glass, tapping absently, but her gaze never wavered. She exhaled slowly, a puff of air that barely disturbed the stillness in the room.

"You worry too much, Vander," she replied, her voice light but not dismissive, the kind of response she always gave him when he made these observations. "It's not that bad."

Vander’s frown deepened. He leaned in, his massive frame towering over the bar, the weight of his years in the business bearing down on him. He knew what kind of work she did. He knew the dangers. But this was different. The cut on her jawline—there was a jagged, almost careless edge to it, like someone hadn’t bothered to finish the job. And the bruises were too frequent now. Too visible. He’d seen mercenaries take a beating, but not like this. Not every time. Not in the way it wore on her.

"Where the hell do you get these bruises from, love?" Vander asked, his voice rough but gentle, as he reached out to lightly run his hand over the dark marks on her arm. His touch was hesitant, tender, a stark contrast to the hardened mercenary she had become.

Y/N didn’t immediately answer. She took a slow sip of her drink, savoring the burn of the liquor, as her fingers lingered on the edge of the glass, like she was trying to steady herself. Vander didn’t rush her. He never did. She would talk when she was ready. Or not at all.

After a moment, she set the glass down with a soft clink, her gaze flickering to his but never meeting it fully. Her voice was flat, emotionless, as she spoke.

"Alright," she said, like she was finally letting something spill out, but the words didn’t come easily. "The bruises? They’re from the people I kill."

Vander’s hand froze. For the first time in years, his heart skipped a beat. He looked at her, his brows furrowing as he tried to make sense of her words. His chest tightened with disbelief, but he forced himself to steady his breath. This was the reality she lived, but hearing it from her—it hit differently. "You're kidding, right?" His voice was hoarse, more vulnerable than he intended.

Y/N met his gaze then, her expression unreadable but her eyes sharp, almost cold. There was something in them that made him take a step back, like he was finally realizing just how far gone she was, how far she’d slipped from the girl he used to know.

"Would you rather I lie to you?" she asked, her voice almost too calm, a touch of bitterness under the surface. "I go into places where people don’t just roll over and let me take what I need. Sometimes it gets messy. But the job’s the job. And I’m good at it."

Vander’s heart sank. He’d always known she had her battles, but hearing her speak so matter-of-factly about killing—it gutted him. The weight of her words pressed heavily on him, and for a moment, he didn’t know what to say. He’d seen her fight, seen the deadly precision she had, but this wasn’t just about skill. This was a life that left scars. Deep ones.

"And you don’t mind?" Vander asked, his voice softer now, tinged with genuine concern. "Living like that, taking lives... what’s it all for?"

The question hung in the air, and for a long moment, Y/N didn’t respond. She seemed lost in her thoughts, her gaze distant as her fingers absentmindedly traced the rim of her glass. Then she spoke, quieter now, almost like she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else.

"I don’t mind. Not really," she said, the words heavy with resignation. "It’s what I’m good at. What I’ve always been good at."

Vander exhaled slowly, trying to push down the knot that had formed in his chest. He knew. He understood. It wasn’t the answer he wanted, but it was the truth of her world, one he couldn’t change. He’d seen too many people lose themselves to this life, and it pained him to know that Y/N, of all people, had gotten caught in its web.

"You might be good at it," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, "but you don’t have to live like this forever."

Y/N chuckled softly, though the sound was bitter, the corners of her mouth twitching but not quite forming a smile. "Maybe not forever. But for now? It’s what keeps me going." Her gaze met his again, this time filled with a quiet sadness, a resignation that she wore like a second skin. "You’re right, though. It catches up to you. But what else is there? What else is there when you’ve spent so long down this path?"

Vander didn’t have an answer. He couldn’t. She wasn’t asking for salvation, wasn’t seeking redemption. She was just surviving. And that reality hit him harder than any punch she’d ever taken. She was caught in a cycle, one he had no idea how to break, even though he wanted to.

"One of these days, it’s gonna catch up to you," he said quietly, his voice carrying the weight of all the years he’d spent watching people slip through his fingers, knowing they’d never find peace. "You can’t outrun it forever."

Y/N didn’t flinch at his words. Her gaze remained steady, as though she had already accepted it all. She didn’t look afraid, didn’t look like she was trying to escape the inevitable. She simply nodded, her face unreadable. "Maybe. But when that day comes, I’ll be ready."

It was the answer he had feared, but he hadn’t been able to stop himself from hoping. Vander let out a long, defeated sigh, his heart heavy with the weight of her words. He knew she wouldn’t change—not like this. Not unless something finally made her stop.

"Just be careful, kid," he said softly, the concern in his voice undeniable, the ache of a man who had seen too much loss. He rested his hand on the counter, his fingers tapping lightly as his gaze followed her every move.

Y/N gave him a small, fleeting smile, the kind that didn’t reach her eyes but was enough to let him know she appreciated his concern. It was there for a moment—just a flicker of something human before it was buried beneath her usual tough exterior. She slid off the stool, her movements efficient and practiced, like she had a thousand places to be.

Vander watched her, knowing this wasn’t a goodbye. She always came back.

As she reached the door, her hand resting on the handle, she glanced back at him over her shoulder, her expression softening just for a moment. "Thanks for the drink, Vander. I’ll be back tomorrow."

And then, like a shadow swallowed by the night, she was gone, leaving him alone with his thoughts. The bar was eerily quiet now, save for the soft clink of glass as Vander wiped the counter once again, his mind heavy with the conversation that had just passed. He wondered if there would ever be a day when Y/N’s past wouldn’t haunt her, when the blood she had spilled would finally stop following her.

But deep down, he knew—she had already made her peace with it. And all he could do now was wait, hoping that someday, she would find a way out before it was too late.

SILCO

The air was thick with tension as Y/N and Silco walked down the darkened streets of Zaun, their boots echoing against the damp concrete. They were out on business, making a quiet exchange of information and goods, but the unsettling feeling that always accompanied the underbelly of the city lingered in the air. The smell of rust, oil, and the faint odor of decay was a constant in the heart of Zaun, but to Y/N, it was nothing new.

Silco walked beside her, always keeping a few steps ahead, his sharp eyes scanning their surroundings. There was something about the way he carried himself, the dangerous aura that surrounded him like a shield. He was a leader, the face of Zaun's rebellion, but in moments like this, away from his empire, there was something softer, more personal in the way he interacted with her. He was kind, in his own way, though he never let his guard down fully.

"You always know how to make an exit," he said, his voice a low murmur as they turned a corner, heading toward a less familiar part of Zaun. "I can't say I'm not impressed."

Y/N smiled, her lips curling up slightly. "I’ve been doing this long enough to know how to keep people from getting too close."

The light from the street lamps cast long shadows, and Y/N couldn't help but notice how they highlighted the contours of Silco’s face. The sharp angles of his jaw, the slight furrow between his brows as he scanned the area—it was the face of a man who was constantly at war, both internally and externally. But tonight, there was something different about him. His gaze lingered on her longer than usual, and for a fleeting moment, she felt an unfamiliar warmth in his eyes.

She quickly shook the thought away, dismissing it as just the danger of the city making her mind wander. But even as she tried to focus on the task at hand, something about Silco’s presence affected her in ways she couldn't explain.

Before she could process the thought, a noise broke the silence. Heavy footsteps and muffled voices. The kind of sounds that signaled an ambush. Y/N’s instincts kicked in immediately, her hand reaching for the dagger at her belt. It was too quiet, too calculated. Whoever they were, they had been waiting for them.

“Stay close,” Silco murmured, his posture shifting as he prepared for the inevitable. His voice had changed, quieter now, but still commanding. The tone he used when he wasn't giving orders, but when he was preparing for something personal.

Y/N gave a small nod, her fingers now wrapped tightly around her blade. There was no need for more words. They had worked together long enough to know their roles—her as the silent predator, him as the strategist, always watching from the back with a plan already forming in his mind.

A group of men, cloaked in shadow and armed with crude weapons, emerged from the dark alley ahead, blocking their path. They had been expecting trouble, but the sight of these men still made Y/N's stomach tighten. They were too many, too brazen.

"What’s this, a little surprise party?" she asked coolly, her voice calm, almost playful. It was a tactic, a way to keep the attackers off balance. But it also helped her hide the cold calculation that ran through her veins in moments like this.

The men smirked, their confidence growing at the sight of Silco standing there, calm but still very much a threat. They probably thought they could take both of them, with their numbers on their side. But Silco’s eyes flicked to Y/N, sensing the change in the air. He had always known her reputation—how deadly she could be—but tonight, there was something more. Something darker.

Without warning, Y/N moved. She was a blur of motion, swift and efficient. In seconds, she was upon the first man, her dagger slicing through his throat before he even had time to react. Blood splattered across the ground, painting the pavement in an ominous red. But Y/N didn’t flinch. She was a force of nature, her movements fluid, practiced, like a deadly dance she had performed a thousand times. Her strikes were precise, never a wasted motion. She never hesitated.

The remaining men charged, but they were no match for her speed and precision. One by one, they fell. Y/N was everywhere at once, her blade cutting through the chaos like a whisper of death. She had no time for their weakness, no patience for their feeble resistance. A twist of her wrist sent another attacker crumpling to the ground, gasping for breath as the life left his body.

The last man, his face pale with fear, tried to flee. But Y/N was faster. She caught him by the arm, spinning him around before slamming her knee into his stomach. The air left his lungs in a strangled gasp. She didn’t let go, keeping him close as she gave him a final, merciless twist of her wrist. His body went limp, his eyes wide in shock.

Silco stood back, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the entire exchange with a detached sort of interest. His eyes never left her. He had always known she was dangerous, but seeing it firsthand—the ease with which she killed, the beauty in her efficiency—it unsettled him in a way he hadn’t expected. There was something about her that seemed untouched by the violence she wrought, a calmness in her cruelty that intrigued him. It wasn’t just that she was effective—it was how she moved through it all, as if it were second nature. He couldn’t help but wonder, with a flicker of unease, if she had become too accustomed to this life.

Y/N wiped the blood off her blade, her expression unreadable, but there was something colder in her gaze as she surveyed the bodies. The adrenaline was still coursing through her, but she held it in check. She knew how to remain controlled, how to mask the fleeting emotions that bubbled beneath the surface. It was what kept her alive.

Silco took a step closer, his boots clicking lightly on the pavement. He was no longer the cold, calculating leader. There was a quiet admiration in his eyes as he took in the aftermath.

“You’re... quite the sight, Y/N,” he said, his voice laced with something that was neither admiration nor fear, but something deeper—something that went beyond the mercenary he had always known. “I didn’t expect this, not from you.”

Y/N met his gaze, her heart still racing from the fight. She didn't respond right away, her focus still lingering on the men who had dared to cross them. She had learned long ago that silence spoke volumes. But this time, the silence between them was heavier. It was as if she had revealed more of herself than she ever had before.

Silco's voice softened, his tone lowering in a way that felt oddly intimate. “I always knew you were capable, but to see it like this... I didn’t expect you to be so... cold.”

Y/N’s eyes flicked to him, and for the first time, she allowed herself to meet his gaze with something more than the icy mask she usually wore. “Cold, huh? Maybe. Or maybe I just know how to handle myself,” she replied, a subtle smile tugging at the corner of her lips. There was a quiet confidence in her voice, the kind that came from years of surviving the worst of Zaun.

Silco was quiet for a moment, his eyes searching hers as if trying to understand something he had never noticed before. It was as though a door had been opened, revealing a side of her that he hadn’t seen. He had always known she was strong—her reputation alone was enough to prove that—but this... this was something else entirely.

He took a step closer, his voice soft but steady. “You are more than you let people see, Y/N.”

Her heart skipped a beat. His words lingered in the air between them, hanging like a heavy fog. She met his gaze, her breath catching for a moment as she sensed the weight of his words. There was a vulnerability in his eyes now, a crack in the armor that she had never seen before. Something unspoken passed between them, a shared understanding of the darkness that each of them carried.

Before she could respond, he stepped back, his mask slipping back into place with an ease that made her wonder if he had ever let it fall. He gave a small nod, his usual cool demeanor settling back into place.

“We should go,” he said, his voice now colder, as if the moment had never happened. But Y/N knew better. She could feel the shift, the unspoken bond that had formed between them in the heat of battle. It was a quiet understanding, a recognition of the darkness that existed in both of them. And for the first time, it seemed like Silco wasn’t the only one who had seen it.

Y/N nodded, her eyes lingering on him for just a moment longer than she intended. There was a connection between them now, something deeper than friendship, but neither of them was ready to acknowledge it. As they turned to leave, their footsteps in sync, the bond that had been forged in blood and violence grew just a little bit deeper, like a secret neither of them was ready to share.

But as they walked off into the night, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder just how long it would take before the truth between them would finally come to light.

JINX/POWDER

Y/N’s boots hit the cold concrete of the alleyway as she moved swiftly, her breath visible in the cool night air. A job was a job, and this one was no different. The target was a high-ranking official from Piltover—a man with more than enough dirt on him to make his life miserable. Y/N had learned to ignore the whispers of morality, focusing only on the coin and the fact that she needed to survive.

But the night was anything but quiet. She had known that Jinx would be nearby. The chaotic girl was always lingering around the edges, always popping up when things were about to go sideways. Y/N wasn’t worried. Jinx was a friend, albeit a strange one, and she’d learned to expect the unpredictable from her.

She crouched down behind some crates, eyes trained on the man in question. One clean shot—that was all it would take. But as she readied herself, a faint giggle echoed from somewhere behind her. Without turning around, she sighed.

“Jinx, you’re not supposed to be here,” Y/N muttered, still focusing on her target.

“Oh, come on!” Jinx’s voice rang out, gleeful and full of energy as she swung around a corner, wearing her usual psychotic grin. “What’s the fun in sneaking around if you’re not going to let me play?”

Y/N turned her head just as she pulled the trigger, the silenced shot ringing out before the target crumpled to the ground, dead.

Jinx’s wide eyes sparkled with pure excitement. She bounced over to Y/N, crouching beside her as she inspected the fallen man’s body. “Holy crap! You really did it! You just… killed him! Just like that! Boom! POW!”

Y/N wiped her hands off, watching the target’s life slip away. It wasn’t her first, nor would it be her last. “Yeah,” she said calmly, standing up. “That’s the job. And you're not supposed to see this.”

Jinx didn’t seem to hear her. Instead, her eyes gleamed with pure enthusiasm as she flitted from one side of Y/N to the other. “So, how many people have you killed? Like, a million? A hundred? A thousand? Ooooh! Do you do it with knives? Or guns? Or bombs?” She grinned wickedly, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Is it like a game for you? Do you get all excited and giggly like me?”

Y/N paused for a moment, unsure how to respond to the wild questions coming from Jinx. But the girl's curiosity was as boundless as her chaos, and she had to admit, it was kind of refreshing. She’d been living this life for so long, and nobody had ever really asked her about it like this.

“Not a million,” Y/N said, shrugging slightly. “More than a hundred, though. Sometimes I use knives—close range. Sometimes guns—long-range. And sometimes I use explosives, but that’s only for specific targets. I try not to make a mess. It’s easier that way.”

Jinx let out a squeal of delight, clapping her hands together. “Oooh, messy or clean, it’s ALL fun!” She paused, thinking, before peering up at Y/N with wide eyes. “Do you do it for fun, or is it like, a job? Do you ever feel bad about it? You know, like, ‘Oops, did I really kill that guy?’ or is it just like… BOOM! That’s what happens when you mess with me?”

Y/N thought about it for a second. “It’s a job. And no, I don’t feel bad. People who need to die usually don’t leave much room for second thoughts.”

Jinx seemed to take that in, then tilted her head. “Yeah, I get that! I’m the same way! You can’t just play around with people who don’t deserve it, right?” She grinned, clearly relishing the thought. “But still, it’s so cool that you just… do it. Like, you make it look easy. You’re like a real-life hero in your own story!”

Y/N chuckled darkly, shaking her head. “I’m no hero, Jinx. Just a mercenary.”

Jinx pouted for a moment, then bounced on her feet again, full of excitement. “Well, you’re my hero! You know that? You’ve got all the cool moves and make it look all smooth! I wanna be just like you when I grow up—except with more explosions! BOOM!”

Y/N’s lips curled into a smile despite herself. “Maybe you should leave the explosions to you. But if you ever need a lesson in making it clean…” She raised an eyebrow. “I could teach you a thing or two.”

Jinx’s eyes widened like saucers, and she nodded eagerly. “YES! Teach me, teach me! I wanna be a mercenary! We’ll be a team, Y/N! You and me, taking down bad guys, making things explode, and making everything go KA-BOOM!”

With that, Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a bit lighter than she had in a while. Maybe she wasn’t the only one who lived in this world of violence and chaos after all.

#Arcane #arcane fandom #arcane fluff #reader insert #jinx x platonic!reader #jayce x reader #jayce x you #jayce talis x reader #jayce x y/n #viktor x y/n #viktor x reader #jayce x reader x viktor #viktor x you #vander x reader #silco x reader #jayvik x reader #arcane angst

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organic-bloodbath · 2 days ago

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thank you for the chishiya x pregnant!reader, it was so good!! i hadn’t finished the show when i sent my request, not knowing he was a doctor lol

if you’re still taking requests… how about after they wake up in the hospital, and reader has already delivered their baby? anything soft or fluffy💕 thank you!!

Child of Hearts - Part 2

Chishiya x Pregnant!Reader

This applies to two different requests:

"I just read your child of hearts shot it was so nice, so like after the borderlands, like when they are in hospital due to the meteorite and all.

So the child is born in the hospital and all are safe, i want chishiya reaction to seeing his child for the first time. While being in the hospital bed along with the reader who was lucky to survive the crash"

- Anon

Part 1

Summary: You wake up in the hospital and get back home safely. Later, you finally deliver the baby, Chishiya by your side.

A/N: Second part for softie and fluffy Chishiya ♡ Thank you for everyone reading the first part, hope this is alright 🫶🏻

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You opened your eyes, confused where you were and what had just happened. At first, you saw only white all around you. White ceiling, white walls, and as you looked down, you were covered with a white blanket.

You were starting to panic. You had no memory what had led you to a hospital. This was a hospital, right? You were too paralyzed to even move at first.

Then, a few flashes came back into your mind. You were only crossing the street outside with Chishiya, a crowd of people surrounding you, until you noticed something bright in the sky. After that, no memory at all.

You didn't know how many minutes you stayed still and in your thoughts, but after a moment the door opened and a woman in a doctor's coat came in.

"Oh, you're finally awake!" she exclaimed and came to stand next to you. "Are you feeling alright, Ms. Tanaka?"

"Um, what happened?" you asked and instantly coughed, finding your voice a little raspy. "Can i get some water?"

"Of course, honey," the woman said and brought you a cup of water. "Do you remember anything?"

You shook your head.

"A meteorite hit Tokyo and people were taken to the hospital, you included," she explained.

"A meteorite?" you asked in shock, brows shot up close to your hairline. That wasn't at all what you had expected. It wouldn't have been even close to any guesses you might have had.

"It's a wonder, really, how little bruises and injuries your body suffered," she said. "Only your leg got a severe hit and you lost a lot of blood. We took you in for a surgery, and you'll be fine."

You glanced at your leg under the blanket and found your thigh wrapped in bandages.

"Is my baby..." You laid your hand protectively on your stomach, trying to find any movements but felt nothing.

"Your baby is alright," she smiled. "We examined her throughly and she's healthy and well."

"Her?" you whispered, eyes wide. You hadn't known the gender of the baby, you had wanted it to be a surprise when the baby would be born.

"Oh, you didn't know the gender?" the doctor asked, surprised. "I apologize for ruining the surprise."

Then, your eyes widened.

"Chishiya? Where's Chishiya?" you panicked. "Please, please don't tell me he's-"

"Mr. Shuntaro is alright," she calmed you down. "He's awake and well. I'll send him here soon, you shouldn't get up and walk yet."

You let out a breath of relief. Everything was fine. You were going to be fine. Nothing to worry about. Chishiya was okay. Your baby was okay. You were okay.

When you saw Chishiya approaching you not long after, tears started pouring down your cheeks before you even realized it.

"Y/N!" Chishiya breathed out and wrapped his arms around you tightly. He held you in silence for a while, and you let yourself cry against his shoulder. He planted a kiss on the top of your head. "When i woke up alone, for a second i thought i had lost you."

"I'm okay," you assured him. "And the baby is too."

You stayed like that for a few more minutes.

"Let's go outside for a bit," Chishiya suggested after a while. "It's good for you to get some fresh air."

He told you he'd get you a wheelchair if you were too weak to walk on your own but you weren't that much in pain. Although, when you put weight on your left leg, you did let out a short wince, making Chishiya force you to sit back down until he'd gotten you crutches to use.

On your way through the corridors, you saw many patients who had their arm or leg wrapped in bandages but were overall doing well. Some were on a wheelchair and some moved with the help of crutches, like you. You wondered how many people died in the accident and how many were left only injured, like you. Then, a fear in your chest rose if any of your friends or family had been around and gotten hurt. Right now, you recognised none of the patients. You wished you would have though, because that would mean atleast they weren't dead.

As you arrived outside, the sun shining bright on a cloudless sky, you and Chishiya sat on a bench together. You were both quiet for a moment, only enjoying the fresh air.

"Do you feel somehow... different after the accident?" Chishiya asked.

"I suppose, a little bit," you answered, furrowing your brows. "I can't really explain it."

"Me neither. It's like something inside me has changed, but i can't figure out what."

You did have an odd feeling. Like there was something missing, but you couldn't figure out what could mean.

"I haven't been in an accident as big as this before," you stated. "Does every victim, like us, feel this way? Like, as if you now have more will to live after almost dying."

"Well, technically we did die for 1 minute," he corrected.

"That's strange, isn't it?"

"Sure is," Chishiya agreed.

You were about to say something, when someone approached you.

"Y/N? Oh thank goodness, darling," an older woman rushed towards you and immediately put her arms around you, squeezing you so hard you were barely able to breathe.

"Mom, i'm fine," you mumbled against her blouse. "What are you doing here?"

"They called me, of course," she said. "I'm sorry, i would have come sooner but you know how it is at work."

You weren't so close to your mother anymore, you saw her very rarely. She had always put her work and career before you, sparing you the most minimal amount of time she could.

"Oh, and Chishiya," mom gasped, as if only now noticing his presence, and took him into a hug as well, startling him completely.

Mom had never hugged Chishiya before, so Chishiya only froze and didn't manage to hug her back, not really knowing what to do. You found the confused expression on his face amusing and couldn't help but smirk a little.

"What a miracle that the both of you survived that massive attack." She let go of Chishiya, looking down at your stomach. "Oh, i mean, the three of you, of course."

"Is everyone else alright?" you asked.

"Yes, as far as i know," she nodded. "I've asked all our family and friends and they were all okay."

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They kept you at the hospital for two more days to make sure everything was alright with you and the baby, doing a few tests, until they gave you the permission to go back home.

Your father, who had moved to Korea after his new wife seven years ago, called you for the first time in five years as well. You had let him know of your pregnancy, but he hadn't cared to be involved in your life very much. So his call was a complete surprise, but it was a nice gesture to see that his daughter didn't die.

As you got back home, slowly you and Chishiya settled back to your normal daily routine and tried to continue your life as before.

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♡ 6 WEEKS LATER ♡

You and Chishiya were at a restaurant, having a dinner together. You hadn't gone out in a long time, so it was nice to have a fancier meal for once. Right now, you were in the bathroom, leaving Chishiya to sit at the table by himself and wait for the bill.

While washing your hands, you felt your underwear become wet. Your eyes widened as you looked down to your feet and right then you felt pain in your stomach.

"Oh, fuck," you whispered. "No, no, no."

"Hey, you oka-" a girl came to you from one of the stalls right at that moment, but her words stuck in her throat when she looked down as well. "Oh. Oh." She put her hand on your shoulder. "Come on, i'll help you."

You gasped after another cramp.

"Are you alone here or with someone?"

"I'm w-with my boyfriend."

"Okay, i'll help you to him, it'll be okay."

You didn't know this woman but you were thankful for her help, anyway. You clung on her elbow as she walked you towards Chishiya. He turned to look at you, confused at first why you were dragging a stranger with you, but soon realized what was happening.

Chishiya was immediately right by your side, holding you up by his hand on your arm and other around your back.

"Okay, we'll need to get to the hospital," Chishiya said. He didn't show it, but inside he was freaking out a little. He knew this day could come any moment by now and had mentally prepared himself for that, but it still came as a surprise since you were in a public place.

"I can drive you," the girl offered. "It'll be faster than ordering a taxi."

You and Chishiya shortly exchanged glances.

"Okay, okay thank you, i-" you started but your words were interrupted by a gasp of pain.

Chishiya and the girl helped you to the backseat of her car, Chishiya sitting right next to you.

"I'm Kuina, by the way," the girl said, glancing over her shoulder after she had put her seatbelt on.

The entire car ride, which didn't last more than 15 minutes, Chishiya held your hand and tried to make you stay calm.

"So, you know if it's a boy or girl yet?" Kuina asked.

"Girl," you answered when the car stopped at traffick lights. "It's a girl."

Kuina smiled. "I'm sure she's going to be a very beautiful child."

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"Chishiya, i can't do this," you muttered on the hospital bed. "Please, don't make me do this, i want to go home. Can't we do this tomorrow or next week or-"

Chishiya cupped your face in his hands, stopping your panicked rambling. "I'll be with you the entire time, don't worry."

"I can't-"

"Yes, you can," he assured you while you were crying. "You're one of the strongest people i know. It'll be over sooner than you realize."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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Hours later, after finally delivering the baby, which had been the most exhausting, painful and terrifying experience in your life, the baby had been taken away shortly.

You were only lying on the bed, your body feeling heavier than ever before. Chishiya sat next to you on a chair, his hand resting on yours. You had squeezed his right hand so hard during the delivery that he could have easily twisted his fingers into wrong positions.

"You did well," Chishiya said with a soft voice. "They'll be back any minute."

"I'm so tired," you mumbled.

Chishiya brushed your hair with his fingers. Your forehead was still sweaty. "I know."

After around 15 minutes, Chishiya left to go to the bathroom. Just a moment after, a doctor came inside, holding something in her arms and a wide smile on her lips.

"Here she is," she announced and gave the baby to you, wrapped tightly in a white blanket.

As you held her in your arms and looked at her sweet little face, your eyes started to water immediately and in just a few seconds you were crying.

She was so beautiful with her big dark eyes and toothless smile. She was so tiny and fragile that you were almost scared to hold her too tight.

"Hi, honey," you chuckled through the tears. You wiped your thumb gently on her cheek and right when you were about to pull your hand away, she grabbed your thumb with her little hand, looking into your eyes.

Soon, the door opened again and Chishiya stepped back inside, stopping on his tracks when he saw you and your child. Your cheeks were wet from the tears as you lifted your head to look towards him.

"Shiya," you breathed out. "Come here."

He walked towards you slowly, as if afraid that this was all a dream and if he took one wrong step, he'd wake up back to a much darker reality.

He stopped right by your side and looked at the baby, locking eyes with her. He was speechless and couldn't find any words to say.

"Do you want to hold him?" you offered.

You gave the baby to him and he carefully took her into his arms, being as careful with her as you had been too, scared to drop and break her.

Chishiya only looked at his daughter for a while in awe. He took her small hand in his and flinched, when the baby let out a little laugh. It immediately made a smile spread on his face, and you could see his eyes starting to water a little bit, but he forced to keep the tears inside. You didn't think you had ever seen him cry in front of you.

"She's beautiful," Chishiya whispered, then turning to you. "Like her mother."

You chuckled, cheeks warming up - even after these few years, the compliments Chishiya gave to you still made you blush and your heart flutter. You couldn't believe that all three of you had survived a meteorite attack with only a few scratches and were now here together.

Chishiya gave her back to you, and you moved yourself a little to the left so that Chishiya could sit on the edge of the bed with you. He put his arm around you, gently squeezing your shoulder and pressing a kiss on the top of your head. He let his head lean against yours as you both just looked at your child together.

"Shiya?" you whispered.

"Hm?"

"What should we name her?"

"Don't mothers always have a list of ideas what to name their kids?"

"I did have, but none of them seem good enough now," you said and let your thoughts wander around your mind for a moment, until it catched one of idea. "I think... Akane."

"Akane," he tried, tasting it in his mouth first a little bit and looking at your daughter in your arms who had eyes on you the entire time. "She does look like an Akane."

"Where have i heard that name before?" you wondered. "It sounds familiar."

Chishiya thought about it for a moment. "It does, doesn't it? But it's a beautiful name nevertheless."

"Y/N, Chishiya and Akane," you smiled and looked into Chishiya's eyes. "I like that."

Chishiya smiled back and kissed you gently on your lips. "Me too."

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A/N: i hope you liked this, let me know what you think 🫶🏻

#chishiya shuntaro imagine #chishiya imagine #chishiya alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #aib chishiya #aib imagine #alice in borderland #aib x reader #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #chishiya x you

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jooyeonsvape · 1 day ago

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— candy kisses

genre; smut

w/c; 1.5k

pairings; student!yeonjun, female!reader

warnings; literally the entire thing. pure smut.

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a/n; i made a soobin angst yesterday and im excited to share this one to you <3 im doing beomgyu soon, so follow for the updates!!

one day you were a simple student, always stayed in line, and got good grades; the next, you were running to the utility room inbetween classes to visit yeonjun.

he was the complete opposite of you which intrigued you even more to him, he had piercings in his ears, with tattoos across his chest and arms but they were covered by his uniform.

you look at the wall clock and tap your foot impatiently which made your friend tap your shoulder from behind. “are you okay?” you just nod and turn your head with a comforting smile, “i just need to use the bathroom, i wish class would end already.”

the teacher tells the class everything he wants you to study for on the next test and you knew in 5 minutes yeonjun would be deep inside of you.

finally, the bell rings and you pull out the lip gloss yeonjun liked you to wear, applying it skillfully on your lips, “i’m going to the bathroom, bye.” you tell your group of friends as they crowd around your desk and leave quickly.

you go at a small jog down the hallway to avoid suspicion from others and look around when you make it to the closet, opening it slowly.

it was dark in the room from the window being covered with boards and you lock the door behind you.

“yeonjun?”

“over here, what took you so long?”

you follow the voice and a lamp turns on so you see the face of yeonjun. he was sculpted by the gods, his body proportions were perfect and he never had a bad hair day.

“i was trying to not get caught.” you smirk at him and sit down on his lap, looking down to show him you weren’t wearing underwear.

he smirks back at you and kisses your lips without saying anything about you going commando. yeonjun moves your hips slowly so you were rubbing against his growing dick and hums, pulling away from the kiss.

“you put on the lip gloss that tastes like candy.” you chuckle and nod, still grinding on him at a slow pace. “and you’re wearing the cologne i like.” his cheeks blush at being caught, “i didn’t put it on for you, i happen to like it as well.”

you roll your eyes and yeonjun bites his lip, giving your ass a slap under the skirt you’re wearing. “i have 20 minutes to do whatever i want with you.” he closes eyes slowly at your grinds and when he gets hard enough, he reaches down, rubbing your clit.

“did you come to school with no underwear for me? you aren’t showing your pussy to anyone else right?” yeonjun growls the last part in your ear while he rubs and you shake your head, “only for you.” he nods gently and slides two fingers inside your cunt.

you yelp loud at the feeling of your tightness being stretched by his long fingers and his free hand slaps across your mouth. “you know we have to be quiet baby girl.”

you nod quickly and whine against his hand as he fastens his pace, but it wasn’t enough. you were dreaming about him all weekend and you needed it rough.

yeonjun chuckles at your impatience when he notices you starting to bounce on his fingers, “needy today huh?” you nod again and he pulls his hand away from your mouth.

“take off your shirt please,” you breathlessly whimper, his tattoos being your biggest turn on and he abides, unbottoning the shirt until it fell off his shoulders.

his muscles flexed when he pulls his fingers out of you and admires the glistening wetness on them, while chuckling, “damn baby girl, you really are needy.” he takes the fingers that were just inside of you and licks them clean, making your pussy clench from the erotic sight.

“i think i just found a new turn on.” you whisper and kiss his mouth hungrily before sliding his dick out of his pants, “mmm, i guess i’m not the only needy one.” you admire his hard cock by jerking it a few times, wanting to see his reaction.

he tilts his head back against the chair and tried to focus on not moaning. you smirk to yourself and align his tip to your lips, dragging it back and forth to get him wet.

he groans lowly and grabbed your hips, pushing his dick deep inside of you. “i can’t wait any longer baby, it was such a long weekend.” you whine in his ear and kiss the skin softly while he thrusts his hips upwards.

yeonjun stopped his movements so he could take off your shirt until you were just left in your skirt and you start bouncing on his dick fast. “such a good girl.” he whispers in a groan, watching as your boobs bounced with your speed.

he leans in and takes your left nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud while his hand gripped the other in his big hand. you moan softly and breathe hard from the feeling, “i love when you suck on my titties, thats all i think about during class.”

yeonjun looks up at you through his eyelashes while he still sucks on the nipple and pulls away. “i bet your pussy was soaked the entire day thinking about me huh?” he smirks and you nod with a moan.

he skillfully lifted you up while he was still inside of you and flips you over so your ass was facing him. “god, imagining your wet chair while you thought of my dick makes me want to do disgusting things to you.”

you lay your cheek against the desk he was just sitting at and turn to look at him, “then do it, i’m not scared. you could make me cum just by looking at your face.” you moan quietly and push your ass out so he would go deeper.

yeonjun lifts your skirt without saying anything and gives you a hard slap while pounding into your pussy from behind. “i’m already close, you have the best and worst effect on me.” he chuckles and slaps your ass hard again, making the skin turn red.

you hide your moans by biting on the shirt he just took off of you and squeeze your eyes tight from a mix of pain and pleasure. “harder.” you mumble in the shirt and yeonjun slaps your ass harder then rubs the area with his hand.

“you won’t be able to sit down in class if i do it more baby girl.”

you groan and look back at him again, “i don’t care.”

he slaps the already red skin and continues to pound into your pussy with a groan. “im about to cum,” his mouth hung open when he found his release, his cum shooting deep inside.

just as you were about to cum with him, the door handle starts jiggling and a sound of keys was heard.

yeonjun pulls out of you fast, and hides the both of you under the desk quickly, putting you ontop of him so you could both fit.

you bite your lip when you hear a class president entering the room looking for cleaning products and pray they don’t come to the desk.

yeonjun sighs in your ear when the student starts rummaging through the closet, and cursing to themselves because they couldn’t find it.

the light was turned on so yeonjun had a perfect view of your body he hasn’t seen before and he begins sliding a hand down your stomach. you give him a ‘don’t you dare’ look, but it was too late.

his fingers found your sensitive clit and starts rubbing slowly, making your body jolt. you didn’t trust yourself so you grabbed his other hand and put it over your mouth like before while the student searches.

yeonjun holds you close and rubs faster on your nub, kissing the side of your neck lovingly which made your orgasm approach fast.

you grab his arm and dig your nails in his skin while he wets his fingers, sliding them inbetween your pussy lips again. “rub” he says as low as possible and you obey, rubbing your clit fast while he stuffs his fingers deep inside.

it took less than 30 seconds before you were cumming and the student left the closet. yeonjun stayed in the same position even though the coast was clear and pulls his fingers out slowly while you still rub your sensitive clit.

“that was so fucking hot.” he chuckles and removes his hand from your mouth, then getting out from under the desk. you pant at the pleasure you just had and start getting dressed.

“i can’t wait for 4th period tomorrow now.” you chuckle and kiss his lips hard when he finishes getting dressed as well. “the bell is about to ring, i’m gonna head to class, leave 5 minutes after i do.”

he nods at your set rules and before leaving, you bend down slowly to pick up an earring you purposely dropped. “oops,” you tease while yeonjun focuses on your still wet pussy under your skirt and the red ass he gave you. “nope, we’re skipping next class, get over here now.”

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runningincircl3s · 2 days ago

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Nothing Ever After

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro

The End, Part 1

chapter warnings: alludes to sex? i wasn't really in the mood to write actual smut rip, and alcohol use!!

wow... we're finally here... i wasn't sure how many parts i was going to make the ending as i wrote it as one big chapter then split it into three parts but the last part is soo much longer than the others, so i've combined the first and half of the second part here, so there could possibly be one or two more parts, we'll see :)

also i really want to post the next part this week too (possibly valentines day?) if [untitled next fic] is ready by then as it is kinda a sequel to this :) but i can't talk about that yet. happy monday!! <3

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“Good morning, birthday girl.” Noah beamed, a card in one hand and a rather large gift bag in the other. “Can I come in?”

“Can you let me wake up first?” You smiled, still half asleep as you held your hotel door open, squinting at the light coming in from the hallway, “Come in, I’ll quickly pee then I’ll be right back.” You groan, still blinking the sleep away from your eyes.

You let Noah in, and he sat down on your bed, getting comfortable as you went to the bathroom. After peeing, washing your hands and attempting to fix your hair, you walk back out and sit yourself down opposite Noah, crossing your legs as you smile up at him.

“I know it’s an unwritten rule that you open your card before your gifts, but in this case I think it’s best you have your gifts first. I can't wait to see you open them!” He grinned, pulling the rather large bag up onto the bed, handing it to you.

You wondered when he had gotten the time to not only shop for your birthday gifts but to wrap them too? You reached to pull the first one out of the bag, he watched your face as you opened it, and smiled at your reaction.

“That’s sick!” You grinned, it was a Sleep Token hoodie, one that you had your eye on from their latest merch drop, but by the time you went to obtain it, it had sold out. “How did you know I wanted this one? I never even said anything about it!” You shook your head in disbelief.

“It looked like something you'd wear...” He smirked, “C’mon! Open the next one!”

"Okay, okay!"

You smiled as you reached for the second gift, it was a lot heavier than the last, and your face screwed up in confusion as you pulled away the paper, almost having a heart attack as you held the box in your hands.

“This isn’t what I think it is...” You felt your eyes begin to fill with tears as you inspected the box, “Noah, you didn’t.”

“I did.” He smiled proudly, “You've been complaining that your old laptop was broken and when you’re at home you won’t have Rick’s to borrow so…”

“You got me a macbook? Isn't this the newest one too, I-” Your bottom lip quivered, “Noah, I can’t have this.”

“Well I bought it for you, so yes you can.” He laughed, “C’mon you’ve still got another gift!”

“Noah, please, I'm still trying to process this one!” You laughed, before Noah pulled you in for a hug, “Thank you so much, I don’t deserve that-“

“Yes you do! You’ve worked your ass off for us on this tour, and that piece of shit you call your laptop deserves an upgrade don’t you think?”

“Thank you.” You repeat, “Really Noah. Nobody’s ever gotten me something like this before.”

“Well you’re gonna love your next gift then.” He grinned, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it was.

As you opened your next gift, your heart sank to your stomach as you see it’s a velvet box. However, when you realise it’s a little too big to be a ring, you were left even more puzzled.

“What?” You gasped as you opened it, feeling your eyes fill with tears.

It was your dream necklace, one that no matter how many paychecks you got from your old job at the bookstore, you weren’t able to afford. You’d wanted it ever since you saw it on display at a store not long after your 16th birthday, telling Bryan how when you finally get your dream job, this would be the first thing you would go out and buy. You were surprised it was still being sold 11 years later.

“How did you know?”

“Bryan might have mentioned something to me about it...” he confessed, “And whilst you were at Vinny’s family party for the weekend we tracked down the store and I bought it. The guy who works there said we were lucky we came when we did because he was ready to get rid of it, apparently it had been there for 15 years.”

“Stop.” You said, unable to hold back the tears anymore, “You don’t know what this means to me, Noah… Nobody’s ever put this much thought into a gift before… Even if Bryan did help you out.”

“I’m glad I can raise your standards,” he smiled, “Oh, and we’ve got plans tonight so if you were doing anything else, you better cancel now."

"We do? I didn't have anything planned..."

"Yep," he smiled, "It’s a pretty long drive there too so I’ve rented a car, we should probably leave in the next couple hours to get there on time.”

“Where are we going?” You asked, taking the necklace out of the box and handing it to him, and he helped clasp it around your neck.

“It’s a surprise!”

“But then what do I wear? Are we talking about a walk on the beach? Dinner?... Skydiving?”

He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to give anything away.

“There’ll be people dressed up… There’ll also be people in more casual wear… If that helps?”

“...Dinner or event?”

“Event.” He nodded.

"Cool. And do we have time for me to thank you for these gifts?" You said, a smirk tugging on your lips as you reached out, your hand brushing his upper thigh.

"Oh, I'm sure we have plenty of time for that."

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“You’re really committing to this? You won’t tell me where we’re going?”

“And ruin the surprise?” Noah raised an eyebrow, “Why would I want to do that?”

“You’re kidnapping me on my birthday!”

He gave you a look to say ‘really?’, before parking the car. As you looked around, you realised you were at a familiar music venue, one the guys played at around the start of the tour, and there were fans lining the streets, most appeared to be wearing sleep token merch?

“Noah?” You felt your heart racing in your chest, “No… You couldn’t have…”

“Couldn’t have what?” He asked, taking the keys from the ignition, a smug look on his face.

“You’re fucking lying…”

“Hey, I haven’t even said anything,” he laughed, watching as you looked towards the entrance, “Oh, we aren’t going in there.”

“What?” Your heart sunk in your chest, “Can you please just tell me what the hell is going on!”

“In time”. He smiled, getting out of the car, and you quickly followed behind him.

He led you towards the back of the venue, you both knew your way around which was helpful as you walked down the halls. Everyone you passed who seemed to be the band’s crew seemed to know Noah, which was no surprise. He was Noah fucking Sebastian.

All of a sudden you spotted none other than iv, dressed in his stage attire, as you passed by the dressing room. This had to be a dream, right?

“What is happening?” You asked again, but Noah still just stood and shrugged.

“Just thought we’d come back here, I think I forgot a pen in the greenroom.”

“But we passed the greenroom?!”

You continued to follow him as he talked to a member of staff at the venue, who then took you up some stairs, to a balcony with quite possibly the best view of the stage. There were already fans beginning to flood the venue, some rushing to the barricade and some more unbothered, standing further back.

You forgot the staff member was still present until you heard Noah thank him, before asking for a couple bottles of water.

“This show was fully sold out within hours, no more tickets were even released. How the fuck have you done this?”

“I had people who owed me favours…” He shrugged, pulling his hood up as fans began to look point up at you two.

“What are you, the mafia?” You laughed, standing further back so you weren’t in the light, “And out of anything you could’ve asked them for… It was for this?… For me?”

“Y/n,” he shook his head, a chuckle leaving his lips, although there was no humour in his tone, “I would do anything for you, you know that.”

“Noah…” You pouted, weeks- months of built up guilt finally bringing tears to your eyes, “You shouldn’t have…” Your voice was barely above a whisper, and you couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with him.

“Two bottled waters?” The guy returned, and you thanked him as he handed them over to you.

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The crowd began to quieten, the support acts had long cleared the stage and the preshow music had stopped. You felt each hair on your body stand on end as the stage began lighting up blue, and the intro to the night does not belong to god began playing.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure, but as Vessel rose up on the stage and began to sing you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You had never cried so much on your birthday before.

His voice was even more powerful and unreal in person. You smacked your hand over your mouth as tears began to fall, the atmosphere was like nothing else, and for the last few months you had been used to this, but this was something else entirely.

Noah noticed your reaction, a small smile on his lips as he put an arm around you, holding you close to him as you both enjoyed the show.

You could barely see the stage through your tears, and you barely had a voice to sing along with, but that didn’t stop you.

Like lovers entwined

I know for the last time

You will not be mine

So give me the night, the night, the night…

You were too lost in the moment, the time was passing too quickly this evening and you didn’t want to let it slip. This was quite possibly the best night of your life, seeing one of your favourite bands with your favourite person. You felt content for the first time in your life.

However, at the intro to ascensionism, you knew you were going to make some bad decisions tonight. And as the song was almost at an end, it all hit you at once. You had a strange feeling in your chest, one you couldn't begin to explain, like everything would soon be fleeting, even though you knew it wouldn't.

I know what you want from me, you want the same as me

You turn to Noah, feeling too many emotions to even process right now.

“Thank you.” You told Noah, “Thank you so much, for everything. For having me on this tour, for putting up with all my shit.” You looked up at him through your teary eyes, and he smiled back down at you. His thumb wiped your tears from beneath your eyes before cupping your cheek. “Thank you.”

My redemption eternal ascension setting me free

“This is my thank you to you,” he said, “All the guys know you badly wanted to be here tonight… I mean not everyone can say their favourite band’s playing a show on their birthday. And you’ve been working so hard, I need you to see how much we- how much I appreciate you.”

So i’ll take what i want then leave

“I love you.” You cried, your eyes meeting as you confessed to him, “I love you, Noah. Fuck, I’ve loved you for so, so long.”

You felt his hand tilt your chin, your lips crashing into each other as the songs tempo picked back up again, sending chills through your body as you kissed Noah back harder, with more passion than ever.

You make me wish I could disappear

You kissed him like it was the last time, your hands finding his face as you poured every ounce of love, fear, and longing into the moment. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer, anchoring you to him as if he couldn’t bear to let go.

“I love you.” You whispered against his lips as you pulled away. “I've been thinking and... I’ll do it.”

“Do what?” He chuckled, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

“What if I ditch Black Veil and move to LA with you…” You grinned, “I’ve been thinking about it ever since your friend James from Thousand Below reached out to me a couple weeks ago, he asked if I was booked and I said yes but I… I don’t want to do it Noah, I don’t want to go back home and wonder when am I ever going to see you again-”

“Hey,” he gently placed his hand back on your face, cupping your cheek, “Let’s worry about this later, but for now… Let’s enjoy the rest of the night, yeah?”

You make me wish I could disappear

Maybe everything with Vinny was just temporary, it was just fun, just a fling. You’ve known Noah for years, you’ve loved him for years.

But if you really did love him, why was Vinny even in the picture?

Before you could think any further, Noah’s hand slid down and held you at your waist, before leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“I’ve booked us a hotel for the night, I packed a bag for you while you got ready. Just us, no interruptions for the night. I want to show you how much you really mean to me.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the promise of the night ahead sparking something deep within you. But even as you leaned into him, letting his love and warmth envelop you, the weight of your choices lingered at the edges of your mind.

You needed to step up and fix your mess.

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You giggled as you both rushed in and shut the hotel door, shedding your clothes and leaving them in a pile on the floor. You backed up onto the bed, pulling Noah down with you before your lips met. His hands explored your body, before they came to rest on either side of your head, holding himself up over you. You couldn’t help but look at his biceps, you couldn’t believe how fit he had gotten over the last few years, it made you weak in the knees.

“My eyes are up here, doll.” He smirked, pulling back as he noticed you had become distracted.

“I know,” you smiled softly, “Have I ever told you how fucking hot you are.”

“Hm, maybe a couple times,” he teased, “I’ve caught you staring at me from across the room a few times, don’t think it goes unnoticed, baby.”

The pet name only made the ache between your thighs worse, and he could tell he was having this effect on you, and he was loving it.

“Everything okay?” He smirked, and you nodded your head.

You both stayed like this for a moment, neither of you saying anything, neither of you doing anything.

“You didn’t say it back earlier…” You swallowed hard, bracing yourself for if this conversation took a turn for the worse.

“It’s not obvious enough?”

“I-”

“I love you.” He said, a soft smile on his face as his hair fell over his eyes, his chain dangling from his neck, “I never I was capable of it, I thought anybody would ever mean so much to me but… I love you, y/n.”

“Then show me.” You smirked.

…

Hours passed, and when the two of you finally reached exhaustion, Noah threw the used condoms in the bin and collapsed beside you on the bed, pulling you closer to him to rest your head on his bare chest.

You pulled the sheets over the two of you, feeling a little self conscious now that you had come down from the high of your 5th orgasm. You both felt so at peace, like you could spend the rest of your lives together like this.

His fingers combed through your hair as you traced the outlines of his tattoos, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath you.

“So, you really want to move in with me?” Noah said, breaking the comfortable silence in the room.

“Well, I was thinking of getting my own place but if you’re offering…”

“Maybe we could find a place together? All my friends have moved out, I don’t see the need for me to have that whole place to myself. We’ve spent the last three months together pretty much every day, I think we could make it work.”

“Really?” You asked in surprise, “I’d love that, Noah.”

“Me too,” he smiled, his fingers gently tracing shapes on your shoulder, “And you want to turn down Black Veil for Thousand Below? You said that was your dream, I don’t want to get in the way if that’s what you’ve been wanting? Please don’t feel like you have to do that for me.”

“I know, but you know how they say to never meet your idols… I’m just worried that if I start working for them they might turn out to be assholes or something.”

“Like us?” Noah raised an eyebrow.

“No!” You chuckled, “I mean… I love those guys, I’m such a big fan but maybe I just want it to stay like that, y’know? And I like the thought of touring with a smaller band.”

“I understand, I just don’t want you to have any regrets.”

“I won’t.” You said with a smile.

“I think maybe you should wait another week, then decide on what you really want to do. ”

“Okay, but I’m sure it’s what I want,” you sighed and as you looked up you saw Noah yawn. “Are you tired?”

“What do you think? I know my stamina’s definitely improved over the years but three rounds seems to be my limit,” he confessed, “I might take a shower and then go to sleep… Wanna join?”

“You bet.” You grinned.

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The car ride back to the city you were staying in was comfortably quiet. The world outside blurred into streaks of orange and pink as the sun began to set in the horizon. You sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window whilst Noah’s playlist played, but mentally you weren't here, you were still caught in the events of last night. You hadn’t stopped replaying the moment you told him you loved him, over and over in your head, and the moment when he said it back.

But now, in the quiet hum of the car, you weren’t sure what you felt, or what he was thinking. It was almost as if you felt shy around him again, something you had not felt since you first met him.

You good?" Noah asked, his fingers tapping absently against the steering wheel in rhythm with the music. His other hand found your knee briefly, a simple touch that sent warmth through you before he returned it to the wheel.

You smiled, nodding.

"Yeah. More than good. Thank you for everything last night... It really meant everything to me, Noah."

"You don't need to thank me. You deserved it. And you deserve this too."

Before you could ask what he meant by that, he parked the car?

You didn’t recognise where you were, but followed him down the street and into a venue.

“Noah…” You turned to him, your heart racing. “What’s going on? There’s not another concert, is there?”

“You’ll see.” He smirked.

This was definitely the smallest venue you’ve been in for a very long time, and you couldn’t help but wonder what on earth was going on, where was he taking you?.

When you reached the end of the hallway, Noah opened the door, stepping aside to let you go in first. The entire room was pitch black, so you slowly took a step forward, and then...

“SURPRISE!”

Everybody shouted, and the lights were soon switched on, lighting the room with different colours that shone off the balloons and streamers that decorated the walls. The guys and crew from both bands were here, even Shae and the others’ girlfriends were here. There was a table off to the side loaded with snacks and a beautiful cake in the centre.

For a moment, you were completely frozen. Tears pricked your eyes again, but this time they were tears of happiness and gratitude.

“Oh my god…” You whispered, turning to Noah, who stood behind you with a proud grin on his face.

“Happy birthday.” He said, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead.

Angela was the first to pull you into a bone-crushing hug, followed closely by Bryan and Folio, who handed you a glass of champagne.

“You’re one lucky girl,” Angela said, nodding toward Vinny, who was chatting with Ricky. You noticed he was the DJ, and you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself. Typical. “He’s been planning this for the last week.”

You glanced over at him, feeling your heart swell, but that guilty feeling was still weighing on you.

“He has?” You smiled to yourself, “Any excuse for him to get up there and DJ.”

“Well, that’s Vin.” She chuckled, “So how was last night? Noah told me he took you to see Sleep Token, I don’t think he’s told the others he was with you.”

“He didn’t?” You furrowed your eyebrows, but before you could say anything else, another pair of arms wrapped around you.

“Happy you day!” Vinny smiled, and Angela took this as her cue to leave, smirking as she did so, “So what did you get up to yesterday?”

“Oh, well one of my friends from home got tickets to see Sleep Token and decided to surprise me with them for my birthday,” you smiled, cursing yourself for lying, “It was pretty sick.”

“Cool! I hope you had a great time," he smiled, "I got you a gift, it’s still at the hotel- Actually I got you two, one to open in front of the others and one for later.”

“Oh…” You couldn’t help your cheeks heat up as he said that, but he reassured you it wasn’t anything "like that."

“I better get back over there,” he motioned to his laptop which Justin was currently in control of, “Cute necklace by the way.”

Your fingers ghost over your necklace, the necklace Noah gave you. You shook it off, you were going to have a good night tonight and nothing was going to ruin it! You would leave all your problems for tomorrow.

“Y/n! We’ve got gifts for you over here!” Bryan smiled, waving you over to a table that was full of gift bags and presents.

“Guys,” you pouted, “You didn’t have to do all this!”

“We know,” Matt chuckled, his hand on Alyson’s waist, “But we wanted to.”

Shae hands you her gift first, explaining how it was a joint present from her, Justin and Ryan.

“Awh this is so cute!” You grin as you unwrap it, revealing a self care hamper. It was full of your favourite snacks, candles, skincare items and a little note that reminded you to take time for yourself. “Thank you guys so much!”

You get up to hug each one of them, and before you could even pull away from Ryan, Folio’s handing you his gift bag.

“This one’s kind of from all of us,” he motioned to the Bad Omens guys, “I hope it’s okay, I didn't have much time to think of something…”

You took the gift from the bag, it was a Bad Omens shirt, and all the guys had all signed the back with littles notes, but at the top- in Folio’s massive handwriting- wrote “VIP FOREVER!”

“This is more than okay!” Your eyes softened as you pulled Folio into a hug, “This is incredible, thank you so much guys. This is now officially my most prized possession.” You said with a chuckle as you folded it and placed it back into the bag.

“That’s not all from us!” Matt announced, pointing to a wrapped present on the table, “That one’s from us too.”

You reached over, taking it from the table and beginning to unwrap it…. It was a scrapbook?

“Look inside.” Nicholas smiled, and so you did.

The pages were full of candid photos from the last three months, with dates, funny captions and inside jokes written inside. You could feel the tears beginning to prick your eyes again, yet you tried your best to hold yourself together. You just couldn’t believe how thoughtful everybody was, you hadn’t just made friends on this tour, you had found your family.

“This is so sweet,” your lip quivers as you put it back down on the table and wrap your arms around Matt. “Thank you.” You whisper, and he chuckles as he pats your back.

“Here’s mine,” Ricky smiles as he hands you his gift, wrapped in a deep purple paper, “I would’ve gotten something more meaningful but like Folio it was pretty short notice, I didn’t know the others got you gifts until this morning and-”

“It’s okay! I didn’t even expect anything!” You smiled, taking the gift from him.

You gasped as you unwrapped it, it was a framed sheet of paper with handwritten lyrics from your favourite Motionless song, and one of his picks.

“Oh, Ricky!” You looked up at him with teary eyes, “Now this takes the top place of my prized possessions.” You chuckle as Rick pulls you in for a hug.

“There’s still mine, Chris’ and Vin’s to go!” Angela announces, handing you her gift, “C’mon, I can’t wait to see your reaction to this!”

"You didn't?" Ryan groaned, giving you the impression he knew what it was going to be.

As you opened it, you gave her a look to say ‘what is this?’

“It’s a tour survival kit!” She grinned, “Read the little notes, I spent ages on them!”

You can’t help but laugh as you read out the notes stuck to each item in the basket…

Headache relief pills (for when Vin’s around), your favourite snacks (WARNING: don’t share with the guys), mints (to give to the guys in the mornings, coffee breath ew!), a mini first aid kit (for when you trip over a cable, or Rick falls off the stage again), a stress ball (to squeeze or just through at Vinny, works either way!), room spray (two words, Folio's socks), polaroid camera film (use this for actual memories girl, not blackmail material!!), there was also a sticker that read “I <3 hot drummers” and another one that said “I <3 Noah Sebastian”, and a photo of the two of you from the night you stayed at her apartment, with a friendship bracelet.

“This is actually amazing, what the hell?! I love it so much!” You didn’t know how to express how this made you feel, it was both so funny and so thoughtful.

“Good luck trying to top this.” She smirked at the others as you wrapped your arms around her.

“I will.” Vinny stated proudly, walking back from his DJ setup, “Mine's the one in the red paper!"

You nodded, placing Angela's gift back on the table and reaching for Vinny's.

As you unwrapped the paper, it revealed a box. And inside the box was...

"Vin, it's a couple rocks?" You laughed, looking up at him.

"No, it's a couple pet rocks!" He grinned, noticing they were upside down and flipping them over, "Look, it's us as rocks!"

You couldn't help but laugh at what appeared to be your hair sharpie-d onto your rock, and his onto his.

"Pet rocks?" You laughed, watching Vin shrug.

"Rick wrote out lyrics from a song two hours ago and you're criticising my rocks?" He sighed dramatically, "A lot of effort went into these by the way! Nobody seemed to have any sharpies and I couldn't find the right colours in any stores-"

"No, I love them, Vin," you smiled, "Thanks for the rocks. I'll take good care of them."

"You better!"

The rest of the night was going very well, you were up dancing with some of the guys and their girlfriends, Vin was doing great as the DJ, and you and Noah even shared a kiss (behind everyone's backs).

But now, you were happily sat down with Angela, sharing a plate of food when Shae left Justin and began to approach you.

“Y/n… Uh, I think there’s something you need to see.” Shae said, her tone calm, yet rather serious.

“What’s up?” You asked, your eyes widening, "What have they done?"

“The guys? They haven't done anything but... Have you been on twitter this afternoon? Or any of your socials?”

“No… Why?”

“Oh my God,” she frowned, “I don’t want to scare you-”

“What is it?!” You raised your voice slightly.

“Is everything okay?” Angela asks, watching as Shae slowly shakes her head.

“Have you seen it?” Shae asks, and Angela screws her face up.

“Seen what?”

“Fuck,” she groans, before taking a deep breath, pulling her phone out of her and handing it over to you, “Read this.”

You and Angela both begin to read the tweet, and your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach, the world around you stops, you sit there frozen in fear.

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@/MotionlessInWhiteTea:

Why I think Y/n Y/l/n shouldn’t be working in the scene, a thread

Disclaimer: The majority of this is simply rumours, but there is also photo evidence. Personally I think she has been acting very unprofessionally during this tour and I haven’t seen anyone talk about it. So here’s what I have to say.

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@rumoured-whispers @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lma1986 @thisbicc @dominuslunae @miss570 @miamore0570 @jilliemiw86 @itsyaboinoah @kait16xo @discocowgirly @rainy-darling

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

#nothing ever after <3 #noah sebastian x reader #vinny mauro x reader #vinny mauro fanfic #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens fanfic #motionless in white fanfic #vinny mauro #noah sebastian

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ibelieveinahappilyeverafter · 11 months ago

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when you're autistic and you're left to decode an emoji reaction on someone's messenger response trying to figure out if they were upset at their circumstances or the face you didn't respone for 2 hours b/c you fell asleep 😭

#everafterrambles #original #it was a frustrated frowny emoji #so i'm like ??? did i offend you please tell me i didn't offend you #i just wanted to know about where you got your top surgery i promise i'm nice!!!#wait maybe they misclicked on their own post and added a reaction #shit fuck you anxiety and autism be chilld

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cervinelich · 1 year ago

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"Everyone always leaves/abandons/rejects me =C" is such a huge red flag for me. Saw someone saying this on social media the other day and knee-jerk instinct was "blockblockblock"

#like I understand it can feel like you are constantly being abandoned or rejected especially if you have rejection sensitivity #but in my personal experience this often comes from assuming the worst of the people around you due to anxiety #and often translates into not communicating your needs and wants to friends and assuming they should behave a certain way intuitively #and this has been used MANY times to accuse me of being a shitty person for not... knowing exactly how someone wants to be treated #and then being accused fucking constantly of not caring enough because I didn't know??? what someone wanted???#I also was kept on the hook with SEVERAL different people saying “everyone always abandons me =C”#to put me in a position of never settings boundaries with them bc then they would have an extreme fear reaction I was “leaving them”#and I'm talking about like if I tried to tell one of them to please not call me at 1AM every night when I had work the next day #I tried to ask one of my friends if we could spend *slightly* less time together bc we were attached at the hip and he had a MELTDOWN #asked one ex if I could go hang out with friends without her and she called me sobbing in the middle of the hangout to get me to come home #idk maybe this is just a particular trigger for me afjvbsdklfj LMAO but if someone says “everyone abandons me”#I am immediately suspicious that they are expecting too much of their friendships and not communicating and allowing boundaries #LONG RANT SORRY

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indigodawns · 1 year ago

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#aren't hyperfixations funny like. i must think and talk about this all day everyone i know should also watch this #and then WAIT ACTUALLY having someone watch/listen etc can feel terribly vulnerable or anticlimactic #or like some of the joy of ohmygod secret new thing just for me disappears right?? bc then it's a Thing #(at least for me all of these can happen to varying degrees for different things?)#and it's just interesting to witness it with friends as well like we watched one of my friends' dnd show today #and she's so down to earth and laidback but she was definitely having conflicting emotions about it i think #and then she was like we'll watch your mafia show too im curious!! and i love her #and also yes/no/yes/no/yes yk? (probably yes HSJSHS)#please read this as lighthearted im just musing but yk #and then getting into your friends' hyperfixations also always feels a bit like intruding while also being exhilarating and fun #and idk it's just interesting to see it go back and forth and i hope im okay about it both ways #(if not please tell me dhdjdjjd)#but yeah!#again this sounds so serious it's all good dhsjshdh and i maybe seem possessive or something and no i wanna share (and by god do i GSHSHS)#you just notice your own/others' reactions and it's Something #ive now repeated myself enough times g'night i hope you're all well <3 #tell me about your most recent hyperfixation or interest/fandom if you want <3

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tiredsadpeach · 2 years ago

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Update they both hate me because I told the child one of them was harassing the acc he could block to try and stop it

#I knew they’d find out tbh and idc their reaction is all I need to know #the one that was harassing a minor is the same one someone said was a piece of shit when the psychiatrist stuff was happening #her bf stood by and watched her harass his friend like they’re both vague tweeting that oh well she didn’t know his age man idc the age just #made me more angry the fact that you did it in the first place is fucked up it always has been and y’all both know I think that #if y’all tweeted about not liking someone on priv and that was it I wouldn’t care #but it’s the constant pqrting because you know it’ll upset that person and give anxiety etc that makes it harassment and makes me mad #and now they’re both tweeting things like oh well you shouldn’t be following him at your big age how dare you disrespect us #an adult just knowing a minor is not a bad thing like holy shit get off the Internet please #plus I couldn’t message without following so I followed in hopes to be mutuals so I could warn him but I shouldn’t have to have an excuse #following isn’t some intimate thing y’all just wanna hate me more #she also tweeted about how I lied (I didn’t) and that she’d expose me #like for what? being a bad friend like two years ago? when we talked it out I fully agreed that yeah I shouldn’t have talked about those #topics etc bro I literally said there was no excuse and I’m sorry it all happened but it’s pretty obvious I have grown and changed to be #better you can’t expose me when I have receipts of me taking responsibility and doing what I could to show I was wrong #and I’m sorry how is trying to protect a minor who you are harassing the thing that drives you away for good #did I disrespect a toxic relationship oh no how dare I y’all need to get help friends of your partner shouldn’t be harassed just because bpd #jealousy like I have bpd too I really hate some of my bf’s friends and wish he wouldn’t talk to them but what do I do about it? nothing #i distract myself maybe but I know if I do what I want yknow like telling my bf to stop being friends with someone I know I’d be in the wron #and I know he should break up with me etc etc like that doesn’t mean I don’t have these thoughts which sure aren’t healthy but at least I’m #not fucking acting on them like at least give yourself a safe outlet idc when you just tweet about it on priv most of the time but this pqrt #shit has to stop if you wanna stay my friend I’m obviously at my limit with how y’all are both so content with how toxic y’all’s relationshi #is and won’t do anything about it to the point minors are being harassed but oh it’s okay I didn’t know and I stopped when I knew #how can you watch your bf harass a friend of yours just because y’all ARE FRIENDS god it’s so infuriating #she never apologized for the psychiatrist stuff btw lmao #I know they both want a reaction out of me so I’ll act first and apologize or something but I just don’t care anymore #I’m done man like that Drake and Josh episode but fuck Drake bell btw #kinda hope next time I open twt I’m blocked since they want a reaction so bad #like nah I’m tweeting like nothing happened because y’all really showed your priorities and morals #maybe y’all should do what your bpd tweets have been saying and just have eachother y’all don’t need anyone else

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roscolate · 6 months ago

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OHHHHHHHH MY GODDDDDDDD 😨😨😨

TW // Eyestrain / Torture (?) / Character Death

BGM - Deep Cut - Splatoon 3

ACT 1

ACT 2

ACT 3 - 1 <<< 20 / 21 / ???

And thus their names are revealed! And now you know which one was female all along! RIP Felicity though. She won’t be missed (unless she was your favourite, then sorry for giving her a comical death.)

I apologize that this one took so long. A lot has happened in the last three weeks for me. It kinda slowed me down by a lot, but FRET NOT! There is so much to look forward to!

#OHHH SHOOT HERE’S THE TORTURE TRIO CONFRONTATION WE’VE BEEN DREADING 😨😨#and their name reveals have dropped too #yeesh why does Cooper look so unnerving when introducing himself 😨😰#and I was about to flip my crap seeing them hurt Lumalee in front of Luigi 😡😡#‘what makes you think I don’t want that’ uhhhhhhhhh Lumalee?? 😨😨#I know saying morbid stuff is your thing but…😰😥#meanwhile we have Cooper and Luigi in the back like #‘you took everything from me’ ‘I don’t even know who you are’ 😂#‘maybe he’s acoustic’ I CAN’T 🤣😂#I’m glad Doug stopped Felicity from calling Luigi the r-slur #he may be twisted like his friends but at least he has standards #speaking of twisted…PK’S FOOT. OH. MY. GOD #during the buildup of the reveal I was like ‘NUH UH DON’T TELL ME HE KEPT HIS FREAKIN’ FOOT’#AND LO AND BEHOLD HE FREAKIN’ DID #and damnnnn Luigi and Lumalee’s horrified reactions hurt to see 😭💔#AND LUMALEE GOING ON RAGE MODE #YASSSS MY STARCHILD #the burning rage in his eyes as he yells ‘PK promised me that he’d come back for us’ tho…MY HEART 🥺😭💔💔#please OH PLEASE tell me they’ll find out he’s alive in time to save him from getting dipped into lava 😭😰😥#…damn WHAT an update…#the super mario bros movie #super mario bros movie #super mario movie #mario movie #luigi #princess peach #lumalee #fanart #fan art

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gasmeros · 11 months ago

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"please update" what if i said no ._.

#really i don't get that bothered by please update comments #but i dont think these commenters actually understand how much of a nothing sentiment it is #like. im telling myself this every day bud #if you're trying to encourage an update out of me this does absolutely nothing #where was that post about how 'pls update' doesn't make you think about your story #whereas a comment about the reader's actual reaction to the contents of the story gets the creative juices pumping #like comments are absolutely a way to encourage updates into existence #but there's a strategy to it my dude #you are wasting words and liking putting bad tastes in author's mouths with 'pls update' comments #literally just a short 'loved this' would probably get you closer to the update you want #also i think the idea of responding 'no' to these comments is super fuckin funny #say no and ghost the story for a year #if i had the guts to scare someone like that #likely i'll just respond no a day before i post an update #couldn't habdle actually making someone think they're the reason a story they liked and were trying to support stopped updating #i know these comments mean well #even if they're a bit oblivious #anyway #pewsonal uwu #tumblr hates that tag and refuses to autofill it for me despite it being a frequent tag i use #furry discrimination :/

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pomefioredove · 4 months ago

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the overblots (+ rook + lillia? if thats okay) reactions to you calling them your husband…………..

saw the words lilia and husband in the same ask and got so excited I blacked out

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ calling them your husband

type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, jamil, vil, rook, idia, malleus, lilia additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, established relationship

Riddle "we're not married" Rosehearts, everyone. and he says it so matter-of-factly too! like, of course, you know that. you were just trying to be sweet and romantic. he figures it out eventually, though (the realization hits him like a truck two hours later, and he apologizes with roses and a slice of tart. Ace makes fun of him for weeks)

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Leona is so smug about it actually. unlike Riddle, he's socially aware enough to know that you don't mean it literally. he's like, "damn right I am" and will defo make you say it again. especially in front of the other housewardens. and his family, and random people on the street (he likes it)

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I think Azul would try to actually marry you after that. he is reading way too much into it. I mean, you basically just said you love him and belong to each other in the most intimate and loving way and want to be together forever!!!! (he's already thinking about your wedding rings)

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"your boyfriend 😑" THANKS JAMIL. it's not that he doesn't understand what you mean, it's just that he's having NONE of that. thinking about the future scares him he's just a realist!!! and then he fucks up and calls you his spouse without thinking one time... you never let him forget it

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Vil likes it. he's just sitting there all smug like "😌 yes that's me" definitely also calls you his spouse when you're alone. to him, it's just a symbol of your commitment and a promise of a loving future together. very cute very sweet 10/10

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Rook lights up like a kid on Christmas morning the first time you say it. it's just so!!!! he thinks about it for the rest of the week, and absolutely starts referring to you as his spouse. will sign all of his love notes with "your husband" from then on

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Idia is going THROUGH it. tells you you're being cringe while his face and hair are cherry red (which means he likes it!) definitely going to think about it while in bed staring at the ceiling for months. Ortho overhears and starts calling you his sibling-in-law :)

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Malleus. MALLEUS. someone save this poor man. he's unwell. pacing around his room all night, trying to figure out what you meant by that. are you trying to tell him you want him to propose?? you want to marry him?? right now right this second-

you'll have to tell him you meant it as a term of endearment, which both relaxes and disappoints him (say it again, please please pl-)

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Lilia doesn't really have a reaction. not on the surface, anyway. he just goes on with the conversation (he is fighting demons in his head rn). he decides he likes it, though, and he'll introduce you to everyone as his spouse from then on

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #queued #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jamil viper x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #rook hunt x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader

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pomegranatesarchive · 5 months ago

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cute funny looking child | max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x actress!reader

summary; the one where yn becomes obsessed with a cute funny looking child she stumbled across on pinterest. only to find out that the “cute funny looking child” is now a full grown formula one driver.

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yourusername: i found this cute funny looking child on pinterest, then started crying because he’s just so cute

view comments below!

user1: girl what

user2: there’s medical terms for people like you

user3: no i get it

user4: he's actually so cute

user5: these pictures look old...what if this child is grown now??

user6: imagine scrolling through instagram and you see someone calling you a "cute funny looking child"

user7: this is too funny

user8: am i the only one who knows thats max??

user9: NO I DO TOO!!!

user10: us and charles LMAO

user11: he liked this and said nothing 😭

user12: not his childhood photos, not his problem

user13: how are yn and charles friends but she doesnt know what max looked like as a child?

user14: she knows nothing about f1, she's only friends with charles and thats it 😭

user15: what medical condition do you have?

user16: but…why?

user17: you have issues

user18: i don’t think this reaction is normal…

user19: babe that’s max verstappen??? formula 1 driver??? rich GROWN millionaire???

user20: millionaire you say 😏

user23: i see you didnt take your meds today

yourusername: i’ll have you know that my medication ran out so HA

user24: you might wanna ask for more

user25: yeah because this? not normal!

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maxverstappen1: recharging, done ✅

view comments below!

charles_lelcerc: what a cute funny looking child

maxverstappen1: ?

charles_leclerc: nothing…

user21: HE KNOWS

user22: it’s even funnier that charles 100% knows about the ‘cute funny looking child’ thing and just chose to not tell yn it’s max 😭

user23: yn will never live this down

user24: this is going to haunt yn for literally ever

user25: i PERSONALLY will never let her forget

user26: such a cute funny looking child

user27: max has got to be so confused rn

user28: is that a cute funny looking child i see???

user29: cute funny looking child max!!!!

user30: why is no one talking about how good max looks??

user31: i am. HE LOOKS GORGEOUS

danielricciadro: 😍😍

user32: you are handfeeding the shippers

user33: please, he IS the shipper

user34: cute funny looking child

user35: I AM SO CONFUSED BY THESE COMMENTS? WHAT IS GOING ON

user36: so basscialy

user37: what happened was

user38: many years ago

user39: it was a dark and gloomy night

. . .

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yourusername: this f1 thing is fun!

view comments below!

user40: you lucky son of a bitch!

charles_leclerc: can’t believe you went to a race for HIM 🤮 but not me…

yourusername: i didn’t go for HIM! i went because was invited!!!!

charles_leclerc: IVE INVITED YOU SO MANY TIMES AND YOU ALWAYS SAY NO

yourusername: LEAVE ME ALONE

user41: is ‘him’ MAX???

user42: it has to be

user43: YN AND MAX SHIPPERS ARE LIVING

maxverstappen1: you said you would post more baby pictures of me 😕

yourusername: you’re right in front of me? talk to me?

maxverstappen1: i want everyone to know that we’re on a date!

yourusername: we are?

user46: HUH

maxverstappen1: yes? i asked you on a date and you said yes?

user44: GIYS????

yourusername: i thought this was a friend thing…

user45: HWAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

maxvertappen1: do all your friends buy you flowers when going out to eat?

user46: YOURE RIGHT IN FEONT OF RACHOTHRT??? STOP THIS?

yourusername: no…

maxverstappen1: exactly! now do you want dessert?

user47: i can’t…i’m sick to my stomach…i cannot

user48: what just happened

user49: i wish i knew

user50: okay so that just happened! now what?

. . .

here’s this before i disappear for a couple of weeks (maybe months?) i apologize but schools been keeping me busy AND i have books on wattpad that take up most of my time! im hopeful ill be able to post maybe once a month? nonetheless i hope you enjoyed this :)

#max verstappen social media au #max verstappen smau #max verstappen x y/n #max verstappen blurb #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen x you #max verstappen fic #max verstappen x reader #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 x y/n #f1 x female reader #f1 x you #f1 social media au #f1 #f1 fluff

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navybrat817 · 16 days ago

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Love drunk Bucky! What about a drunk reader?

Yes, we've seen drunk!Bucky in Pretty Girl. A drunk reader could be fun.

Your Girl

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You're very vocal about wanting Bucky Barnes.

Word Count: Over 1.7k

Warnings: Drunk reader with no filter, drunk confession, dirty talk, humor, slight feels, talk of consent and communication, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Hope you lovelies enjoy. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

“Raw. Next question.”

You sipped your drink, the room going eerily silent. It was the quietest it had been since everyone gathered in the lounge for some drinks hours ago. Pairs of eyes stared at you with a mix of fascination and shock as your words hung in the air.

Just moments ago, Clint had been going through his phone and showing everyone candid photos he managed to snap of everyone. Most of them were hilarious, but the most recent one wasn't hilarious at all. It was clearly hot based on your reaction.

“What did she say?” Steve whispered to break the silence.

“You heard what she said. Everyone heard it,” Sam whispered back, giving you a quizzical stare. “How many drinks have you had?”

You held up a finger followed by another couple. “Like this many. And water. Hydration is so important.”

“Hold on. Back to what you said a second ago.” Clint turned the phone toward him with a raised brow and slowly turned it back toward you so you could see it again. “You know that’s a picture of Barnes, right? Not some model or actor?” he asked.

Bucky Barnes, the beefy super soldier who was trying not to shatter the bottle in his metal hand as he watched the scene unfold before his eyes. Clint managed to snap a photo of him when he removed his shirt after a recent workout, which begged the question of why he was taking the photo to begin with. Bucky wasn’t looking at the camera since his eyes were shut, but his parted mouth, slightly messy hair, and sweat shining off his torso made him look like a thirst trap. The sweatpants only made the picture that much hotter.

“Yeah, I know. He’s hot. We all know he’s hot,” you shrugged. “And I said what I said.”

Bucky audibly exhaled. You had a penchant for being very honest with the team which they appreciated. If someone asked for your opinion or thoughts on something you didn’t hide how you felt. You were careful not to be cruel if you disagreed with anyone, but you still led with honesty. Alcohol didn’t change that.

So, if you said you thought Bucky was hot and you wanted him to fuck you raw, you meant it.

Clint exchanged a quick glance with Natasha before the redhead nodded to the spot beside you. The spy looked like she was having a hard time not smiling. “And you know he’s sitting next to you, right?” she asked.

You downed the rest of your drink and shrugged again. “Yeah, I know. And I’d let him fuck me raw. Every day. Twice on Sundays,” you said unapologetically as Steve coughed. You swung your head toward Bucky with a sultry smile and leaned in a little closer. He smelled your perfume before you sat down tonight, but now the sweet smell combined with your natural scent was making him dizzy. “You’d fuck me raw, right? Maybe fuck me from behind so you can get nice and deep.”

The bottle shattered which only made you smile more. Bucky’s nostrils flared and everyone backed up a few inches, except for you, the newest member of the team. The person who loved to leave little treats and snacks for him to make sure he ate throughout the day. The same person who made a show of bending over and stretching in front of him whenever you two worked out together. The only one who seemed to get a real smile out of him since you showed up like a shining beacon of happiness and sass.

And now you were telling him you want him to fuck you. Raw. He thought about it, of course- how wet and snug you’d feel around his bare cock, how you’d take him like a good girl. He pictured you sobbing his name and squirming as he pinned you down and brought you over the edge again and again. Licking his lips, he imagined the taste of your arousal on his tongue and wondered if he could make you squirt. He sure as hell wanted to try.

Bucky heard Thor’s footsteps, but didn’t take his eyes off you as the God of Thunder took a seat. “Clearly, I’ve missed something.”

“I said I want Bucky to fuck me raw,” you said without missing a beat.

Bucky bit back a groan. He was two seconds away from throwing you over his shoulder like a caveman and taking you away from everyone. There were so many filthy things he wanted to say and do to you…

And your bluntness didn’t seem to bother the blonde. “I thought you two were already having relations. With how close you two-”

“I’m sorry. Did you just say ‘relations’?” Clint asked. “Relations.”

“Is that not what they’re discussing?” Thor asked, taking a sip from his flask. “Though if there is no protection there is the risk of procreating, but they would have beautiful offspring.”

You leaned in a bit closer, but Bucky gripped your arms to move you away from his spot. “I don't want the glass to cut you.”

“You're so thoughtful. And amazing,” you smiled. He adored your smile. “And if a breeding kink is what you’re into, actually breeding me or not, I’m all for it. I’m wet just thinking about it.”

Thor laughed and held up his flask. “That’s the spirit.”

Bucky’s cock twitched in his pants. “I know you’re wet. I can smell it,” he all but growled. He inhaled so deeply he could actually taste it, and he wanted more. And if he could smell it, Steve could smell it.

“Okay then.” Clint removed his hearing aid. “I think I’m done.”

Steve jumped up when his best friend glared at him. “I think I’m done, too,” he said, not wanting to face Bucky’s wrath even though it wasn’t his fault he also had heightened senses.

“Let’s go, boys. I think these two should talk without us,” Natasha suggested, hauling Sam up by the arm and giving both of you a wink. “Be good, okay?”

“No promises,” you replied in a sing-song voice.

“Shouldn’t they get a room? I’m just saying,” Sam said as Natasha dragged him away.

“Breed her well, Barnes. Make us proud!” Thor shouted. Steve hauled him from the room, too, with Clint hot on their tail.

“Alone at last,” you giggled. If you were at all embarrassed, it didn’t show. And now that the two of you were alone, the tension skyrocketed. “You know, this isn't how I pictured saying any of this, but here we are.”

“Here we are,” he said. He couldn't believe you wanted him, but you did.

“I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable or weird. I’d never want that.”

“That’s the last thing I feel,” he exhaled, still gripping your arms when you finally moved into his lap and straddled him.

“Good,” you smiled, leaning in for a kiss.

As much as he wanted to feel your lips against his, he stopped you. And as much as he wanted to tear your leggings away and have you then and there, but he couldn’t. “I’m not fucking you. Not tonight.”

The playfulness slipped from your eyes. So did the smile from your face. “Oh. I thought…” you breathed, looking away and quickly blinking. God, he hoped there weren’t tears in your eyes. “You don’t actually want me, do you?”

Bucky hadn’t meant for his words or stopping the kiss to come across as rejection, but that was exactly what happened. “That’s not–”

“Oh, my God. I ruined everything, didn't I? Why did I open my mouth?” You sniffled and tried to move away, but he wouldn't let you. “Six months of friendship and crushing on you and I-”

“Hey. You didn't ruin a thing.” Bucky gripped your chin with tenderness he didn’t think he was capable of anymore, and his heart broke when he saw the tears swimming in your beautiful eyes. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life,” he admitted, brushing a tear away that fell. “But you’ve been drinking, and that means you can’t fully consent, and I will not take advantage of you, no matter how you say you want me or this. I respect and care for you too much for that.”

HYDRA took consent away from Bucky for a long time, and it was one of the worst feelings in the world. He’d hate himself for doing anything with you without your full consent. He wouldn’t be the kind of man who did that. The man you deserved would be the one who properly took care of you in and out of bed.

And he’d be the best man for you if you let him.

“So, you do want me?” you asked, your voice uncertain.

“I did say more than anyone else, and I meant it,” he replied. You had to believe him. “But our first time should happen when you're sober.”

However you wanted your first time to be, he'd make it happen. He'd make love to you or fuck you or both. As long as there was clear consent and communication, he’d give you everything you needed and more, and he knew you'd do the same for him.

The smile you gave him repaired the cracks in his heart. “You’re a good guy, Bucky,” you said, snuggling against him. “And it isn’t just sex I want, but, well, I do want to have sex with you.”

“You’re adorable,” he chuckled and rested his chin on your head. “And I know. It isn't just sex I want either.”

Bucky wanted to take you to bed, but he also wanted to take you out on dates. He wanted to make you laugh and smile, wipe your tears and comfort you when you cried, and be the one you confided in. He wanted to be your man, and he wanted you to be his best girl.

“I wanna be yours,” you sighed as if you read his mind, his heart skipping a beat. “Can I be your girl?”

“Yeah.” He closed his eyes when he kissed the top of your head. “You can be my girl.”

And tomorrow once you were sober, he’d officially ask you to be his girl.

Happy Moanday, lovelies! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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