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junelovesaz · 1 day ago

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Shadows and Whispers. Part 2

Note: Hello loves! I’m back… I think. Honestly, I promised I’d be more active, but I didn’t make it. I finished my first year of university and got a summer job. Still, I take full responsibility—you can crucify me, I’ll accept it 😌😌 I had the second part of Shadows and Whispers in my drafts, but I hadn’t published it yet because I wanted to edit it a bit. I’m sorry if this is a mess—I’m pretty rusty, and English isn’t my first language and it´s late. If there are any mistakes, don’t hesitate to let me know! I’ve been inactive for so long that I’m not even sure if I should take the liberty of using the tag list. But still, if you’re reading this, thank you so much for your time—I love you 💙💙💙

I’ll leave the song I was listening to while writing this. Take care.

P.S. Someone asked me a while ago if there would be more of Shadows and Whispers, so this second part is for you. I’m sorry it took so long, but I hope you like it.

Warnings: None, only if you squint, something suggestive.

Summary: At the ball, Azriel and the reader pretend to be a couple to gather information about the Autumn Court. However, the situation becomes overwhelming for the reader, leaving her confused, and Azriel’s touches only make it harder for her to clear her mind.

Many times, I stayed awake at night, questioning what I was doing with my life until the early hours of the morning. However, I had never tormented myself as much as I did in this situation.

I had the feeling that I would remain awake for many more dawns, and I was sure that my poor heart would not survive.

In front of me stood the man I was in love with, looking ridiculously handsome. His two large wings surrounded me, while his arms remained wrapped around my waist, as if that were the place where they should have always stayed, where they should remain until I turned to dust and stars.

I was intoxicated by his touch. Az had been quite careful, though deep down, I knew he was worried about making me feel uncomfortable with his chest pressed against mine, his occasional touches on my lower back, and the way his hands left soft caresses on my arms, waist, and even my neck.

He was trying hard to make this ridiculous act believable. When had anyone ever seen the Shadowsinger being so openly affectionate in a room full of nobles?

Not in my wildest dreams—or in those of the vipers surrounding us.

"Are you okay?" Azriel’s deep voice murmured softly, catching my attention.

I turned to look at him and was met with his kind hazel eyes, mixed with a hint of caution.

I nodded, trying to control my pulse. "All good, Az."

I saw doubt cross his face, but I didn’t want him to dig any deeper, so I quickly changed the subject.

"Are you sure this is working?" I asked with a genuinely teasing smile.

Az raised an eyebrow.

"I don’t understand why you’re so surprised. I’m good at my job."

The music changed, and this time, the melody became faster, more intense. Exactly how I felt—restless, euphoric.

Az’s hands were gentle, soft but firm, moving me to the rhythm of the music with ease. He was a skilled dancer, and he was the one doing all the hard work. Unfortunately, I had not been born with the grace and delicacy of a great dancer. Cassian and I used to whisper about which of us would look more ridiculous when we had to dance with someone else.

"Pretending to be madly in love?" A pang hit my chest, but I ignored it and simply raised an eyebrow. "Or gathering information?"

Even so, my heart was pounding wildly, and I could feel my pulse in my head, but I would blame the dance. That would be my great excuse. I knew Az could hear it too, but he was probably too polite to mention it.

"I’d say both," he replied smugly.

I rolled my eyes.

"Of course you would."

He smiled, and his expression was enough to soften me. We stood in silence for a moment until his shadows brushed against my shoulders, and I smiled fondly at them.

"Maybe you should teach him some humility," I told them, referring to their master.

They caressed me again, and their cold touch didn’t seem strange to me at all. On the contrary, it was even… comforting.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realize one of my dress straps had slipped from my shoulder until I felt one of Az’s hands gently brushing my skin to put it back in place.

The gesture was so… tender, and his touch was so full of devotion that my head started spinning, and my thoughts became a blur.

It was just a mission, I reminded myself.

Then why did this—whatever it was—not feel that way?

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was about to make a comment, but the words caught in my throat because, at that moment, Az and I overheard an interesting conversation between two nobles, and our attention shifted to them.

"…Beron is still High Lord."

We exchanged a brief glance before subtly moving closer to listen. Their voices were little more than whispers, but with a Shadowsinger as my partner… anything was possible.

"That doesn’t mean one of his sons won’t become High Lord at some point."

I frowned.

Eris wanted the throne, of course. His brothers also craved power, but what would this damned court do? Bet on which one of them would stay alive to take the role?

“Eris could become High Lord,” one of them remarked.

“Or… not,” the other took a moment to reply.

Az’s back stiffened, and I assumed my reaction was a reflection of his. We exchanged another glance, and I leaned my body against his chest, syncing with the melody’s shift to a softer tune.

“What do you mean?” one of the voices sounded again.

The other fell silent for a moment, and I held my breath.

“You know what I mean.”

So Eris’s brothers were beginning to form alliances? Were they planning to kill each other?

Not a single part of me was surprised. At least not enough to show a look of disgust.

Az wrapped his arms around me again and lifted my hands to his neck, tangling them there and forcing me onto my tiptoes. It was the signal that he was going to whisper something to me, so I tilted my head to make it seem, from an outsider’s perspective, as though he was kissing my neck.

“They’re planning to kill him,” he murmured so softly that I barely heard him.

“I got that too,” I replied, shifting my position again, moving my head in a way that made it look like I was seeking refuge in his neck.

Probably not my best move, as the scent of cedar filled my nostrils, invading my senses and thoughts.

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Still, we spent the next hour like this—dancing between whispers, eavesdropping on conversations, trying to piece together the alliances and the cursed situation surrounding the Autumn heir.

Some nobles had already left, while Az and I remained in a corner, pretending to sip wine. In reality, I had placed a shield around us to prevent anyone from overhearing our conversation.

“We have to tell Rhys. Now,” I emphasized when he didn’t move.

“Not yet,” Az denied. “We convinced some of them,” he gestured toward the last few people lingering at the ball, “but not all. Beron will likely send someone to follow us once we leave this cursed place.”

I sighed.

“So what do we do?” I asked, my patience wearing thin. This night had been long—filled with half-touches, lies and not-lies that had left my mind more confused than ever.

“We continue the act,” he answered simply. And when he didn’t say anything for a few seconds, I lowered the shield, fairly certain he already had a plan in mind.

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And so, half an hour later, Az and I found ourselves outside the Autumn Court’s castle, surrounded by a breathtaking forest of orange, green, and brown hues.

On another occasion, I might have found it a marvelous sight. Right now, I just wanted to leave, curl up under layers of blankets, and forget this night had ever happened.

Az’s arm rested over my shoulders as we walked, shielding me from the cold but also ensuring that those following us—because he had been right about that—could see us.

They were close, but not close enough to hear what we were saying.

"You don’t need to do that, Az," I said, referring to his wing wrapping around me.

Truthfully, I did want him to stay close, but I had already messed up before—back in Velaris when I had accidentally ended up touching his wing.

"It’s cold," he replied calmly, taking my hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Az’s body was like a furnace, providing enough warmth to keep me from freezing. But if I wanted to make it through this night, I needed to put some distance between us.

"Az," I swallowed. "Listen, I need to..." I turned slightly toward him before continuing. His deep gaze met mine, and I swallowed hard.

By the Cauldron, what was I supposed to say? Please stop touching me because you’re confusing my heart? Of course not.

Still, I opened my mouth to speak just as he lowered his head, pressing his lips to mine in a slow, sensual kiss. I didn’t hold back the surprised sound that escaped me—but I also didn’t pull away. Az backed us up, touching me with such intensity that it stole my breath. We didn’t stop kissing as he placed both hands behind my head, making sure I wouldn’t hit the bark of the tree we had landed against. That was how it worked with him—my resolve disappeared as if it had never existed. That was why, in the first place, I hadn’t wanted to come here with Az.

I shivered as his arms lifted me, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist, aligning me exactly where I needed him.

What the hell was happening?

"Az..." I whispered between kisses, trying to clear my thoughts.

The shadowsinger didn’t respond. He lifted his head for just a second, and what I saw made my knees weak. Desire and intensity. I recognized it because I had seen that look countless times—on myself, whenever I was with him.

It was fleeting, because the next moment, he trailed kisses down my jaw, tilting my head back to expose my neck to him.

Surprisingly, he found a spot that made my toes curl, and one of the hands gripping his shoulders tugged gently at his hair, while the other, unconsciously, slid to the edge of his right wing—the one that had never stopped wrapping around me.

I knew Illyrians were sensitive to that kind of touch, but I also knew it was an intimacy I wasn’t sure Az wanted from me.

And yet, drunk on him, I didn’t even think about it—about the consequences of my actions—as I traced my fingertips along the membrane.

The guttural sound that escaped him set my insides on fire, and I knew—I wouldn’t survive the night when he trembled, pressing his face against my neck as his weight sank into me.

Around us, the forest had fallen into absolute silence. Not even the wind rustled through the trees, and that snapped me back to reality.

We were doing this because someone had likely come too close. But now? Now, there was no one else but us.

Regaining a bit of clarity, I noticed how his shadows shifted restlessly—some curling around my calves, others weaving over his shoulders. His silence unsettled me, so I slowly pulled both hands away from his body, feeling somewhat out of my own.

"Az…" I called after a moment, my voice unsteady, unsure where to even begin apologizing.

"Just a moment… I just need a moment, sweetheart," he responded heavily against my neck.

My brain might as well have short-circuited. Without thinking, I placed my hand back in his hair, gently stroking whatever I could reach.

Exactly one minute later, Az let me go, setting me down with his hands on my waist.

I cleared my throat and avoided his gaze. "Are they gone?" I asked stupidly, not sure what else to say.

Az took my chin between his fingers and guided my attention back to him.

"They’re gone," he confirmed.

I nodded and bit the inside of my cheek. This meant nothing.

A mission, I reminded myself.

"Are you okay?" he asked suddenly.

Of course not. I was a mess of nerves, words clogging my throat. I needed to let go—let go of what I felt for him, or this love would continue pouring out of me.

"I think we need to talk."

Az nodded, wrapping me in his warmth once more.

"At home, sweetheart."

He squeezed my hand gently, and I felt his shadows swirl around us, whisking us directly to Velaris��home.

It took me a second to recognize the path to the River House, and I braced myself for the conversation we were about to have.

Az didn’t let go of me, and we walked in silence until we reached the door.

I took a deep breath and turned to face him.

I had known from the very beginning that this entire plan was going to fall apart.

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cherryblossompink303 · 3 days ago

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Patience: ~Covering the famous host club!~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: Tamaki finds himself with his heart set on helping save the newspaper club. ➼ what to expect: "For the first time in your life it was you and him, not just you." ➼ warnings: none ➼ Part Thirteen | Part Fifteen

You had to admit that the times that the host club was held outside that you actually do find a sense of calm during club hours, there was notably less chaos on days like these.

"Wow, I've never notice that the courtyard had such a lovely stream"

"It's called a yarimizu channel, it is said that during the Heian era, people would better experiance the seasons by watching the petals or autumn leaves that drifted along the water. I had it specially made for all of you, hoping it would express my desire to spend all four seasons with you. so then what do you say ladies? This fall, there's an autumn leaves tea party with alimited number of invitations"

"Oh! Sign me up!"

You roll your eyes through a laugh from nearby, it always catches you offguard when Kyoya lays it on thick for the sake of a sail but you had to admit that the times that he does it is certainly entertaining.

The next thing you know Tamaki comes tumbling through the garden, tackling Haruhi to get her out of the way of a ball flying in her direction, resulting in an argument with the twins. "You think so? Well check this out! Starlight kick!"

The ball disappears it gets launched so far "Take care of yourself! Bye!" however when the ball comes back down it barrels through a window"

"Oh god" you sigh, so much for peace.

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Covering the famous host club!

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"Really. We're terribly sorry about that" you had all found yourselves in the office of the newspaper club after it turned out the ball had hit the president in the head. "Don't worry, it's no big deal. Could've happened to anyone, right? Just a ball flying through a window and hitting me upside the head"

"Please accept our apology"

"Well this works out perfectly, I was just thinking about approaching the Host Club about a cover story I don't suppose you'd be interested?"

"I didn't know we had a newspaper club"

"It's more gossip rag than newspaper"

"Like a trashy tabloid, it's filled with stories about scandalous love affairs, family power struggles and junk like that"

"It's just a lame hossip rag that specialises in stirring up scandal. And everyone knows its all lies, so nobody reads it anymore"

It is then that you realise where you recognise the president from "It's Komatsuzawa isn't it?" The question leaves your lips before you really get the chance to stop yourself, drawing attention to where you had been stood in the corner of the room.

"yes, sorry have we met"

"A long time ago in passing, my father is l/n"

It was slowly starting to become a bit awkward when you realise that Komatsuzawa was the son of your fathers old business partner...one that he betrayed to build up a media empire.

He grits his teeth "I see, I didn't realise that you went here, last we met was out of the country"

You shrug "I transferred, surely with all your fathers experience he would have taught you journalistic integrity?"

"You know I guess we have kind of lost sight of the truth because we've been so worried about drawing in more readers. It's a shame we're just now realising our error, now that the paper's at risk. We've finally realised what we should have been reporting to the students of ouran" He stands up.

"Help us please, for the last paper of the semester, we'd like to do an up-close special edition, revealing the charms of ouran's host clubb members. I'm begging you, without your help, our club will close"

"You can count on us" Tamaki assures.

You and Kyoya exchange eyecontact, silently communicating through shaking your heads.

"On behalf of the host club i accept-" "we have to decline" Kyoya shoves Tamaki out the way.

"But Kyoya he got hurt because of me, what's the big deal?"

"Sorry, we have a policy prohibiting us from sharing any personal information with anyone other than our guests. But we'd be more than happy to pay any medical expenses related to your injury"

"And another thing, what makes you think we'd want to help you spread rumors and gossip? We've got a reputation to uphold and you'd just ruin it"

"Besides you guys cause a lot of trouble for other people, and who would want to get mixed up with that"

"I understand, well, I guess you really can't erase the sins of the past, can you?" The president makes direct eye contact with you. "People won't even give you the opportunity to try and redeem yourself Ow! my head is killing me"

"President!"

"I'm ok, don't worry you two, oh no i'm getting dizzy again" you were starting to think that his acting skills are as bad as his journalism. "I guess all we can do at this point is disband with grace"

"No you don't have to" Tamaki doubles down "You can always make a fresh start. we'll help, we will rally the power of the host club, and we can re-establish the Newspaper club together!"

"Well count us out"

"You're way too trusting boss we can't just go along with everything you do forever" "yeah we've had enough"

Kyoya places a hand on your shoulder, guiding you towards the door "We're leaving too Tamaki, we're holding an evaluation meeting, mostly about you"

"Hold it! How can you be so heartless? These men are about to lose their club. Don't you feel sorry for them? Their family's breaking up! As your president I demand you help them and that is a direct order"

"We're not going to do it"

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Tamaki has been sat sulking in the corner for who knows how long, to the point of concern as the rest of you look on "well it's obvious he's upset with us"

"Yeah, he hasn't even changed clothes"

"I hate it when he ignores us when we're right in front of him. He's such a child"

"Nah, Tama-chan's just a lonely guy, you know?"

"I hate to give in, but would it really be that bad to help them out with their newspaper?" Haruhi asks, grabbing everyones attention. "What?"

"Hey, since when are you taking his side?"

"Since never, just listen okay? I know any moment now, he's gonna look over here with those puppy-dog eyes he always uses when he wants something, and none of us will be able to say no, and so he'll win"

"Let me guess, you're speaking from experience, aren't you?"

"Besides maybe I'm wrong but isn't this the kinda thing you guys usually go for?"

"Well no, this seems like more trouble than it's worth" The twins shrug. "What about you Honey-senpai?"

"Count me out, I have this cake to eat and Takashi sticks with me, right?" Honey wolfed down a strawberry cake.

"Y/n?"

"After Renge's film we leave any and all PR to internal affairs, but also I'd like to point out that this club does have secrets that the newspaper club would go for. If they are sniffing around us all it takes one slip up and it's 'favoured host club member secretly a girl?' or 'Host club member secretly engaged' we would be giving them exactly what they want"

You all look over to tamaki, who pulls out said puppy dog eyes mentioned earlier "those are the eyes"

"Puppy dog eyes"

Kyoya sighs "There will be some conditions"

"The outline for their article will be submitted by us. Interviews are strictly prohibited, it is vital that our client's identities be kept confidential, and no one is to reference Haruhi's identity and y/n's ties to the club beyond professional."

"Do we agree?"

"Well, if you it's cool, Kyoya-senpai" "Then we do too"

"I'll do it since Kyo-chan says it's okay"

"Kyoya, a word please?"

The two of you step away from the main group out into the hallway "I don't have a good feeling about this" you are straight up with him once the door closes behind you two. "Relax y/n i've got this handled"

"But-" "Seriously, relax, trust me, it will be handled"

Suddenly the words from that bizarre dream you had recently echoed in your head

"perhaps the reason you think you can't depend on others is that you reject it"

You know that it is strange to take advice of a strange dream version of Tamaki of all people but maybe he is right.

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"Of course! If you'll allow us to cover you, we promise to observe your conditions"

"Well then, you may start tomorrow"

"Excellent"

"So how is that bump on your forehead feeling?"

"Oh, that? It's no big deal, I hardly feel it anymore. I owe a lot to this bump because without it, we'd never have come together for this article"

"That's true, but we're still very sorry it happened" Kyoya slides a first aid kit over the presidents desk "I brought you a little something as an apology of sorts. This is a first aid kit, made by my family's company"

"That you I appreciate it"

"No problem, please excuse me" Kyoya turns to leave "Oh, it just dawned on me, your family runs the Ootori group right? They manufacture medical equipment don't they?"

Kyoya avoids the urge to roll his eyes "We mostly deal with hospital management"

"I am so glad that we'll be working together, my father is a president as well, of the Komatsuzawa publishing firm"

"Yes, I am well aware of that, so being president of the newspaper club is your way of preparing to take over your family's company?"

"Well yes to an extent but I have this younger brother. He's a bright young man, and my father's very proud of him you seeso now my father has decided to turn future management of the company over tgo my younger brother. And thereby passing over me, the eldest son, first born. However, if I'm able to finish my third year at Ouran Academy as the president of a succesdul newspaper club I think he may reconsider my candidacy as his successor. Do you understand? I cannot allow this club to fall apart no matter what"

"Please excuse me" Kyoya leaves, closing the door behind him.

"Mr president are we to assume you were trying to win over Kyoya Ootori?"

"But of course, you see my plans have expanded now, I can knock out two birds with one stone, not only now do I have the opportunity to bring down Tamaki Suoh but if I create enough scandal surrounding y/n then it will reflect badly on the l/n group and will certainly gain favour from my father"

"But how would befriending Kyoya Ootori help with that?"

"Well isn't obvious? the two of them are always together not to mention their fathers are very good friends, I can use him to get to her" he stands up, looking out the window. "As for Tamaki Suoh he clearly flaunts his power and standing to sucker all those poor girls into that host club. I will dig until I find scandal in all of them"

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It was actually entertaining watching the host club play red light green light out in the gardens, purely for how much Tamaki gets into it as opposed to the rest of the club, you aren't partaking in it, trying to put some distance between you and them, also to keep an wyw on the newspaper club stood nearby.

"President, what on earth are we witnessing?"

"Could it be some kind of new religion?"

"Why are you asking me? How should I know?"

"You know, I can't blame you for being shocked, I was nunfamiliar with it myself, but it's a commoner's game. They have a wide variety , and none of them require spending any money. All you need is a few friends to play with" Tamaki prances over to explain,

"Mhm, and what does this have to do with our coverage of the host club?"

"You need to learn friendliness!" tamaki is very dramatic with his demanding "If you want to clear the negative reputation of the newspaper club, and attempt to capture the hearts of your readers, you must try to be more down to earth. I can just imagine the headlines now 'The handsome boys of the host club enjoy commoner's games' wioth pictures of us frolicking in the scenery of early summer. It would be the perfect face life of your front pag. And it gives you the chance to show that a certain commoner is happier now reliving his childhood here with us!"

Tamaki pulls the host club into another game, running back to the rest of the club, the Newspaper club approaching Haruhi for an interview, you watching on noting that they had agreed to no interviews and they are already breaking that however they did not seem to be inferring anything about Haurhi's identity. Still you shut it down quickly when it starts to go longer than needed.

During a game of kick the can, or kankeri the newspaper club wander off while the others hide and Kyoya starts counting until he hits 6, dropping the facade of playing the game and standing up once he realises they are gone, you raise an eyebrow "I didn't think you would cheat at anything as small as a playground game kyoya" you say, assuming hes going to jump to searching for them early.

"I'm not cheating, there's something I need to do" he says, wandering off to follow the newspaper club "Wait!" you call after him, running behind."

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"That's it i'm writing the article" Komatsuzawa seeths, marching down the hallway "But president, you have no evidence, gossiping about suoh or l/n is dangerous"

"I don't need evidence, I'll make evidence if I have to, I can think of all kinds of scandals surrounding them. Everyone will see it, once I'm finished with them they'll both have to flee back to europe"

They slam open the doors to the newspaper club to find the twins waiting for them. "So we were right all along"

"You two"

"well, I guess it was pretty obvious"

"The boss and Y/n are the only ones who haven't caught on yet, well, she'll know soon enough, both of them are quite oblivious when it pertains to anything about themselves"

"I should warn you, if you threaten either of them, there will be concequences" "Are you ready to have the Hitachiins and every other club members' family as your enemy?"

"I knew it, you're nothing but Suoh's lackeys! Tamaki's holding his parents' power over you"

"That's not true, we don't hang out with tama-chan because of his parents. We love him. We all like being around him, and that's why we choose to be here."

"He may be a hopeless idiot but even so" Kyoya appears against the wall the door is on, hand on your shoulder.

"Well what will you do?"

"Please leave Tama-chan alone, okay?"

"I'll get you all! It's not just about him anymore! I'll write an article that will ruin all of you"

The president squints at you and Kyoya, assessing his body language and the interactions he had in the past couple of days. "Oh I see now, it's so obvious I can't believe I didn't see it sooner. Your family's have paired you two haven't they?"

You and Kyoya fall silent, you had to admit that you had underestimated him enough to assume he wouldn't put it together. "That's why you came to Japan of all places, why you're always together, they want to combine the forces of the Ootori and l/n groups"

You note how Kyoya's grip tightens at the words. "How perfect, I can both expose your engagement to drive away host club guests and write an article that will tear the deal apart"

"Go ahead, be my guest" your jaw drops at Kyoya's words as he wanders over to the first aidkit he had gifted them. "Although..." he presses a panel at the bottom of the box, ejecting a disk.

"What should we do about this little disk? You see it's been here since yesterday, and it recorded everything. It would only take y/n one phone call and it would be all over the country. How do you think your father would react to that?"

"President just give up already" He falls to his knees.

"Let me explain it to you in terms you can understand. You would do well to remember that the ootori group and the hitachiin family alone have enough stock to remove your father from his position as president of the Komatsuzawa publishing firm. However, we would never do something like that. We are not like you. What we strive for is fundamentally different."

The president is still on his knees as you go to leave the room "You're just as twisted as your father" you pause at the words. Leaving only him, you and kyoya in the room. You shake your head.

"No i am nothing like my father, I don't betray the people I trust, I am sorry for what he did to your father. But you don't think I'm twisted because I am similar to him, you just don't want to admit that you have started to become like him"

You leave, kyoya following behind.

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Eventually you found where Tamaki and Haruhi disappeared to within the hedge maze, now on the way out for cake. "Why didn't you tell me about planting the bug in the Newspaper club?" You ask Kyoya, the rest of the club ahead. "i didn't know how you'd react, I knew it would be the best way to ensure that no harmful articles came out, I had a feeling komatsuzawa would pull something like this once you mention how you two know each other"

you pause, realising exactly how many times Kyoya has gone out of his way to protect you despite him not needing to.

'You love him, don't you? is that romantic love or something else?'

Mori's voice rang around your head, almost taunting you.

pressure seized itself in your chest as you realise a few things.

You had let Kyoya in. For the first time in your life it was you and him, not just you.

"Come on y/n! We don't want to lose you" Tamaki called from further ahead.

Next time on patience 'A refreshing battle in Karuizawa!'

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gay-dorito-dust · 3 days ago

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I read about Johnny with shy!reader (it’s so adorable) and it gave me an idea. Idk to write down HOW they met but Johnny has a huge crush on her pre-relationship and he keeps asking shy!reader out on a date but shy!reader keeps rejecting him. Until she finally accepts going on a date with him. Johnny family are curious why Johnny is acting strange in a good way. Shy!Reader superhero friends are being protective of her. Please feel free to pick any superhero friends of shy!reader

I couldn’t think of anyone other than like Remy (gambit) so he’s here bc I wanted him to be. This was too long.

‘Come on, just one date!’ Johnny exclaims as he looks at you with his brown eyes, the very eyes they made you suddenly unable to maintain eye contact as your gaze suddenly found your hands more interesting.

‘I don’t think so Johnny, it’s not right.’ You try telling him, wanting nothing more than to be his next conquest to be bragged about inappropriately behind your back for points with other disgusting men. You had to admit that Johnny was attractive but his cocky, arrogant personality kind of spoilt any possibility of ever wanting to date him in the first place, that and your friend Remy Lebeau didn’t necessarily take kindly to him nor his careless view on relationships.

‘You deserve someone who’s going to treasure you, respect you and believe in you, not whatever that Johnny boy does to his poor partners.’ He told you one day when you informed him of Johnny’s insistent need to take you out on a date. Remy didn’t like this one bit and would even keep a close eye on him whenever they were on missions together, not wanting you to be in pain when getting involved with a man as vain as the one and only Johnny Storm.

‘This reminds me of a story I’ve read somewhere about a prideful and vain man called Narcissus.’ You said.

Remy rose a brow. ‘What happened to him?’

‘He was so vain and so full of himself that after rejecting a nymph called Echo, he ended up falling in love with his own reflection and ended up dying as a result.’ You replied and Remy couldn’t help but laugh and clap a hand on your shoulder.

‘If only it could be that simple mon cherie, if only.’ Remy says through laughter and you couldn’t help but smile in response before remembering your current situation with Johnny, fiddling with your fingers out of habit. ‘If only.’ You whispered to yourself, hoping that Johnny would grow bored of you and move on.

However Johnny didn’t get bored of you and move on like you had hoped, if anything he only became persistent in asking you out, so much to the point where you were openly rejecting him at least three times a week because of it. You honestly didn’t see what was so special about you to warrant his attention, you were the complete opposite of Johnny in every possible way, you two just wouldn’t work out but for some reason Johnny was heavily insistent that you would.

Johnny frowns at your words. ‘You’ve been saying that for months.’

‘And yet that hasn’t stopped you from pestering me for a date.’ You muttered under your breath as your magic flickered in response to your conflicting emotions. Sure Johnny was handsome, that was a given, but his reputation as a playboy unfortunately proceeds him as you attempted to put distance between the two of you; you weren’t giving your heart to someone who wasn’t going to treasure it. ‘Besides I find it hard that you can’t get a date from anyone else.’ You continued and you swore you saw a flicker of hurt within his eyes after saying this.

‘But I don’t want to date anyone else,’ Johnny cried as he grabbed your hands, causing your magic to spark as his warmth enveloped them, ‘I want to date you, just tell me how I can make my dream a reality my little magician.’ He adds softly as his deep brown eyes searched your own for the answers he wanted more then anything.

‘Quit it with the playboy stuff, it drive good people and draws in the bad.’ You advised him before leaving Johnny standing there as your words echoed within his head, he was determined to get that date with you and if it meant quitting his old ways then he’ll gladly do it, for he had harboured a crush on you the moment you had saved him by using your magic the first day you met. Johnny didn’t care that you weren’t confident or loud, he loved you for who you were and didn’t want you to change in the slightest, however he thought that nothing would ever come to pass between the two of you and he had looked to get his mind off of you by hooking up with other people.

Which in retrospect wasn’t exactly going to earn him any favours in asking his crush out. It also didn’t help that your friend Remy was protective over you but he couldn’t blame the Cajun man, what he could hold against him though was all the threats the mutant had given him in how he wasn’t the man you needed in your life, given the fact that he played love like it was a toy and you weren’t a toy to be played with. Johnny didn’t like it when Remy Lebeau could read him like a book because he knew he was right, and he knew that Remy was only an older brother figure to you and nothing more but that didn’t stop him from getting jealous from how much time you spent with him regardless; another thing that he knew you weren’t at all attracted to.

So if Johnny needed to prove he could change to win your heart, then he’ll gladly change to prove that he could.

After a long gruelling month passes by before you shared a mission with Johnny and news that he had left the playboy lifestyle behind him felt like a dream, something too good to be reality as you didn’t expect him to actually listen to you. So when the mission was over you could already see Johnny making his way towards you but instead of a shit eating grin, he was smiling softly at you and you couldn’t help but find him beautiful in the moment, pretty even as his eyes never once left you at all.

‘Hey little magician, long time no see.’ He greets you and for once you didn’t feel as though you had to force the smile as you look at him.

‘You’ve changed, I didn’t think you’d actually listen to me.’ You replied, cutting to the chase as it was the only thing that was at the forefront of your mind, dying to be let out the moment you saw Johnny act unlike himself or at least the Johnny you were more well acquainted with. Johnny shrugged. ‘You were right, I was only drawing the wrong kind of people with how I was doing things and now I hope I can draw the person I’ve been wanting to for along while.’ He responded with a soft smile that made you feel as though he was alighting a fire within you.

‘And who would they be?’ You asked, although you were more than aware of the answer but you just wanted to hear it come from his mouth and actually believe him.

‘Preferably you and only you if you’re available on this Sunday at 7pm.’ Johnny says as he watches your reaction closely, uncaring of the unamused Remy in the background who was watching like a hawk, you were the only one that mattered and he wasn’t about to let the Cajun ruin all his hard work becuase he didn’t like him being near you. Now normally you would’ve shut him down and walked away but this time was different and you knew it in the way he looked at you, you knew it in the way that you were actually tempting the idea and that you were finding yourself answer before your brain could catch up.

‘Yeah I would love to.’ Was what left your mouth as the way Johnny’s eyes shone like beautiful jewels and Remy’s looks of disbelief was all you could remember from that day. Meanwhile Johnny was back wt the Baxter building, rushing to get himself cleaned up before frustrating himself over what he should wear for your date in hopes of winning you over even more.

Sue, Reed and Ben could only watch as Johnny was smiling like some lovesick fool, constantly looking at his phone every so often as though he was waiting for something before going back to trashing his room for the perfect outfit.

‘Is he okay? He didn’t hit his head did he?’ Ben asked.

‘Looks like Johnny got himself a date.’ Reed replies before squinting his eyes as he watched the aforementioned male once again look at his phone just as it let him know that he had gotten a text. ‘He’s never looked this genuinely happy to go on a date in a long, long time.’ He then adds.

‘Whatever it is, I hope it stays like this because it’s clear to see that he obviously likes whoever this mysterious person is.’ Sue shrugs as she watched her brother knowingly, she knew about you from how often Johnny came to her about the one who kept getting away, you really must’ve set him straight enough for Johnny to actually be serious and change for the better and she couldn’t help but want to meet you even more because of it.

‘I can hear you all you know.’ Johnny said as he adjusted the black tie that completed his suited attire, he looked smart and handsome, something he never did at family dinners at all but for you he’d pull out all the stops even if it meant being in a expensive suit that he’ll never wear again. ‘And they’re here so don’t be embarrassing me okay?’ He adds sarcastically as he pats Reed on the shoulder, nudges Ben and hugs Sue before rushing to meet you by the entrance, his smile never once faltering at all as it only seemed to grow bigger upon his face to the point it hurt him.

Johnny didn’t care as he was quick to usher you in, he didn’t care that Reed, Ben and Sue were just behind him watching you both because they were bound to find out about you sooner or later, especially his sister whom he went to the moment you told him to drop his playboy act for advice almost immediately. Johnny didn’t care about anything because you were standing before him looking as beautiful as ever.

‘Hey.’ He says.

‘Hi.’ You replied.

You both smiled widely at each other for a good minute or two, much to Sue’s delight, secretly happy to see her brother happy and in the presence of the person who made him that genuinely happy. ‘You going to invite your date in or stare at them a little while longer.’ Ben interiors the cute moment, causing Johnny to look at him unamused while you fiddled with your hands that sparked with magic.

‘Dude.’ Johnny said but Ben only shrugged his shoulders.

‘What Ben wanted to say,’ Reed stepped in as he offered you a welcoming smile as did Sue as she stood next to him, allowing Reed to put his hand on her waist to pull her into his side as her hand easily fell to his chest, ‘welcome to the family y/n.’

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Aegon Targaryen As Your Soulmate.

a/n : With Reaction.

When He Propose To You.

The night in Paris was breathtaking. The Eiffel Tower shimmered in the distance, its golden lights reflecting off the Seine, casting a dreamy glow over the quiet streets. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of roses from the nearby garden, and the city buzzed softly in the background.

Aegon had been unusually quiet all evening, his fingers laced with yours as he led you down a secluded pathway near the river. You didn’t think much of it—he often got like this when something was on his mind. But when he suddenly stopped under the silver glow of the moonlight, his grip on your hand tightening, your heart began to race.

“What is it?” you whispered, searching his face.

His violet eyes burned with an emotion so raw it made your breath hitch. He exhaled, almost like he was steadying himself, before reaching into his pocket. And then—he got down on one knee.

Your lips parted, a sharp gasp slipping out as your hands flew to your mouth.

“I’ve been trying to find the right words for this,” Aegon started, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “But the truth is, there are no perfect words—only this. Only you.”

Your heart thundered.

“You are the best damn thing that has ever happened to me,” he continued, his voice thick with emotion. “And I don’t want another day to pass where I don’t call you my wife.”

He opened the small velvet box, revealing a stunning ring that caught the moonlight just right, sparkling like the stars above you.

“Marry me.”

You felt everything all at once. The world around you blurred, your vision swimming with unshed tears as your chest tightened with overwhelming love, shock, joy.

You dropped to your knees, throwing your arms around him, knocking him back onto the pavement with your weight.

“Yes,” you choked out, pressing frantic kisses to his face. “Yes, Aegon—yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!”

He laughed breathlessly, his hands burying in your hair as he pulled you in for a deep, lingering kiss, the kind that made your toes curl and the rest of the world fade away.

Paris had never felt more like a dream.

When You And Aegon Posted The Announcement Of Your Engagement.

When you and Aegon Targaryen dropped your engagement announcement, the world stopped spinning.

The first photo? Utter perfection.

Paris at night. The Eiffel Tower glowing behind you. Aegon’s hands gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him as he kissed you breathless. And your left hand? Front and center, flashing a massive diamond ring.

The second slide? Even worse for them.

Aegon, smirking against your neck, his arms wrapped possessively around you as if to say, “She’s mine.”

And then the caption? A KILL SHOT.

“Said yes to the love of my life. Forever with my king.”

Then? Mass hysteria.

Aegon’s fangirls:

“I’M GONNA BE SICK. THIS ISN’T HAPPENING.”

“WHY DID HE HAVE TO PROPOSE IN PARIS??? WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE SO ROMANTIC???”

“Not Aegon Targaryen taking my last shred of hope and throwing it into the Seine.”

“SHE REALLY PUT ‘FOREVER’ IN THE CAPTION. I’M UNWELL.”

“The way he’s holding her… the way he’s KISSING her… this is worse than heartbreak.”

Some were in complete denial:

“This is fake. They’re trolling us. RIGHT???”

“The way I am IGNORING this post and going about my day as if I didn’t see it.”

“NO. I REFUSE. I WILL NOT ACCEPT THIS.”

And then, the grief hit.

“It should have been me.”

“I can’t even HATE her because she looks so happy. But I’m still dying inside.”

“How do I explain to my boss that I can’t work today because Aegon Targaryen is officially off the market???”

“I hope Paris was worth the pain you’ve caused me.”

Then? The edits.

Slow-motion clips of Aegon smirking, winking, running his hand through his hair. Montages of his best moments, now labeled: “HE’S GONE, HE’S TAKEN, I’M IN TEARS.”

And the hashtags? Immediate trending topics.

#AegonEngaged

#SheWonWeLost

#ParisTookEverythingFromUs

#HePutARingOnItAndABulletInMyHeart

Your fanboys? Equally destroyed.

“BRO, HOW DID SHE SECURE AEGON TARGARYEN???”

“She’s officially sold out. We lost, boys.”

“The way he’s devouring her in that kiss??? I CAN’T.”

“I respect it… but I’m also sobbing.”

Some had full meltdowns:

“I WAS HOLDING ONTO HOPE. NOW I HAVE NOTHING.”

“Not only did she win, but she won IN PARIS. The disrespect is astronomical.”

“We can’t even say she’s just a fling. SHE HAS A RING. IT’S OVER.”

Meanwhile, the overanalyzing began.

“The way Aegon is holding her like he’s afraid to let go…”

“You can SEE the obsession in his eyes. He’s never letting her go.”

“This isn’t just a proposal. This is a CLAIM.”

At this point, no one could deny it.

This wasn’t just an engagement.

This was a global tragedy. And Aegon’s fangirls & your fanboys?

Never recovering from this heartbreak.

Aegon Family Reaction To Your Engagement Announcement.

When Aegon dropped the engagement bomb on Instagram, his entire family group chat EXPLODED.

Alicent (His Mother) – SHOCKED. EMOTIONAL. PANICKING.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ENGAGED??? AEGON???”

“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU WERE GOING TO PROPOSE???”

“I AM YOUR MOTHER. I SHOULD HAVE BEEN WARNED.”

“DID YOU EVEN PLAN A WEDDING DATE? HAVE YOU TWO TALKED ABOUT THE FUTURE?”

(…then sends a million heart emojis because she loves you and is already planning a royal-level wedding in her head.)

Helaena (His Sister) – SOFT AND SUPPORTIVE.

“Awwww. I love this. You two are perfect together.”

“Mom, let them enjoy their moment.”

“Also, I’m already picking out gifts for the wedding.”

Aemond (His Brother) – ANNOYED BUT SECRETLY AMUSED.

“This is what you’re doing in Paris? Proposing?”

“You couldn’t even warn us first?”

“You know your fangirls are crying themselves to sleep tonight, right?”

(But deep down, he’s actually happy for you both—he just refuses to admit it.)

Daemon (His Uncle) – ABSOLUTELY LOVING THE CHAOS.

“HAHAHAHA. YOU REALLY DID IT, YOU MADMAN.”

“This is hilarious. The internet is in flames.”

“Also, Aegon, if you don’t throw the most INSANE bachelor party, I’m disowning you.”

Rhaenyra (His Half-Sister) – SURPRISED BUT SUPPORTIVE.

“I have to admit, I didn’t think you’d be the first to settle down.”

“But… I’m genuinely happy for you.”

“You found someone who can handle your insanity. That’s true love.”

Otto Hightower (His Grandfather) – PANICKING LIKE A CEO.

“DO YOU KNOW HOW THIS AFFECTS YOUR IMAGE, AEGON?”

“The world is going to talk about this for WEEKS.”

“Did you sign a prenup?”

(Alicent kicks him out of the group chat for ruining the mood.)

Criston Cole (Family Bodyguard) – SILENTLY JUDGING BUT ACCEPTING HIS FATE.

“Guess I’m protecting her now too. Great.”

Meanwhile, Aegon?

Smirking at the chaos he just unleashed.

When You And Aegon Posted Your Wedding Video On Internet.

The internet exploded the moment the wedding video was posted—Aegon walking out of the church, smiling brighter than ever, hand in hand with you, the new Mrs. Targaryen. The video was cinematic, capturing every perfect moment: the way he looked at you with pure adoration, the way he kissed you like you were his entire world, and the way you both laughed, danced, and celebrated at the extravagant reception.

The caption?

“Beyond Happy. Forever my queen.”

And with that, Aegon’s fangirls completely lost their minds.

Instagram Comments Section: A Fan Meltdown

“NOOOOOOOOOO THIS CAN’T BE REAL!!! I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE!!!!” 😭💔

“HOW DARE SHE LOOK THAT BEAUTIFUL?? AEGON, BLINK TWICE IF YOU WERE FORCED INTO THIS!!”

“He looks so happy… I hate this."

“Not me sobbing while watching this in my room at 3AM.”

“I CAN’T EVEN LOOK AT HIM. HE WAS OURS, GIRLS. NOW HE’S HERS.”

“I just know she’s the luckiest woman ALIVE.”

Twitter/X Fangirl Breakdown :

“I am LITERALLY inconsolable. Aegon is MARRIED. To HER. I need therapy.”

“Someone check on the fandom. We’re NOT okay.”

“Why does he look so in love? This HURTS MORE.”

“Watching my man walk out of the church with another woman… worst pain of my life.”

“Aegon’s smile in that wedding video just ended my entire existence.”

TikTok Reaction Videos :

One girl, full mascara streaks down her face: “I just saw the wedding video… I need a moment.”

Another girl, drinking straight from a vodka bottle: “It’s official. I’m entering my villain era.”

A group of fangirls screaming in their car: “WE LOST HIM. HE’S GONE. HE BELONGS TO HER NOW.”

Someone dramatically playing sad music while clutching a framed photo of Aegon: “This could have been me…”

The Ultimate Fangirl Betrayal: Aegon’s Wedding Reception Photos. If the video wasn’t enough, the photos from the wedding reception sent the fangirls into a frenzy.

Aegon twirling you on the dance floor, his eyes only on you.

Aegon kissing you like he was drowning and you were air.

Aegon lifting you up bridal-style, grinning at the camera.

Aegon feeding you cake, licking frosting off your fingers.

At this point, some girls deleted their fan pages, some started crying in their pillows, and some just accepted their fate.

But the real heartbreak? Aegon himself responding to the meltdown:

@AegonTargaryen: “She’s my wife now. Y’all better deal with it.” 😎💍

When You And Aegon Posted About Your Pregnancy

When the post went up, the internet exploded.

Aegon’s Instagram—normally flooded with thirsty comments and heart emojis—was now a war zone of disbelief, heartbreak, and sheer chaos.

The photo? Devastating.

It was a beautiful shot of you and Aegon—his hand resting possessively over your very visible baby bump while he kissed the side of your head. The second slide? An ultrasound.

Two embryos.

Twins.

The caption? Simple, smug, and absolutely soul-crushing:

“Our greatest blessing. Can’t wait to meet our little dragons.”

And then—pure pandemonium.

“TWINS?!! BITCH STOLE BOTH OUR BABIES?!”

“I HAVEN’T EVEN RECOVERED FROM THE ENGAGEMENT ANNOUNCEMENT WTF.”

“I’m gonna be sick. Aegon was supposed to impregnate ME.”

“Not one. BUT TWO. SHE TOOK BOTH. I CAN’T BREATHE.”

“I need a moment. Aegon Targaryen rawdogged this woman twice and now she’s carrying TWINS. I can’t function.”

“We lost, ladies. This is our red wedding.”

“I was delulu, but this… this is the final nail in the coffin.”

Some were in full denial:

“That’s AI. That’s NOT real. I REFUSE.”

“Maybe it’s for a movie role? Right? RIGHT?!”

“The ultrasound is Photoshopped. I checked.” (It was not.)

And then there were the true unhinged ones:

“I’M GONNA PRETEND THOSE ARE MY BABIES.”

“Okay but what if she lets me babysit?”

“I hope the twins grow up knowing their father was mine first.”

Within an hour, your name was #1 trending worldwide. Fan edits, conspiracy theories, and pure devastation flooded every corner of the internet. It was over for them.

You had won.

When You And Aegon Posted About Your Twins Arrival.

The moment Aegon posted the photo—you lying in the hospital bed, exhausted but glowing, holding your newborn twins in your arms, while he kissed you with tears in his eyes—social media imploded.

The Caption That Broke the Internet:

“Welcome to the world, little dragons. Your mother is the strongest woman I know. I love you forever.”

And just like that, Aegon’s fangirls and your fanboys lost their collective minds.

Instagram Comments Section: An Emotional Warzone

“I AM CRYING, THROWING UP, SCREAMING—THIS CAN’T BE REAL.”

“Aegon crying over his wife and babies? Yeah, I’m done for.”

“I should’ve logged out when they got married. Now they have KIDS?!?”

“Not him looking at her like she hung the moon while holding their babies. This is actual pain.”

“You mean to tell me Aegon, the playboy prince, is a devoted husband and crying father now? Yeah, I lost.”

Twitter/X Reactions: A Global Tragedy

“Not only did we lose Aegon, but now he’s a full-time husband AND father? We lost him forever.”

“He cried. HE CRIED WHILE KISSING HER. How do you expect me to survive this?”

“I thought the wedding was bad, but the baby announcement just ended me.”

“Aegon went from heartbreaker to husband of the year and now devoted girl dad?? This is unfair.”

“We are officially extinct. Aegon belongs to HER and their BABIES now.”

TikTok Reaction Videos: Fangirls & Fanboys Mourning

One girl dramatically closing her laptop and walking away: “Nope. Nope. This is my villain origin story.”

A fanboy sobbing into a pillow: “First she took him, now she has his children. I have nothing left.”

A group of fangirls screaming at the screen: “NOT THE TEARFUL KISS. NOT THE BABIES. I CAN’T.”

Someone chugging wine in a dark room: “I need time to process this betrayal.”

A TikTok edit of Aegon’s bad boy days fading into husband & dad Aegon with the caption: “WE LOST HIM FOREVER.”

The Final Blow: Aegon’s Response to the Fangirl Meltdown

Just as the internet was spiraling into despair, Aegon added another post—a short video clip of him holding one of the twins against his chest, murmuring softly while the baby cooed, and then looking at you with the most lovestruck expression.

@AegonTargaryen: “I never knew I could love like this. My world. My family.”

And just like that, his fangirls & your fanboys flatlined.

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Big thanks to @zaldritzosrose for letting me use your beautiful dividers

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bronx-bomber87 · 1 day ago

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Hello my wonderful fandom! :) We've finally reached the ep we've all been waiting for. The gif below is pretty good description of how I felt when I turned Hulu on this morning LOL

OH my word. I knew this episode was going to be good but I had no idea how end to end good it would be. I mean obviously we were all racing toward that hotel scene. But holy hell. The journey to it was just as good tbh. To quote Sandy Cohen "The appetizer is as good as the main course.” That truly was the case here.

I saw 'S' in the rating and knew we were in for some GOODNESS. I wish the gif library would work for the amazing gifs right after an ep. I'm sure tons have been made. But that'll have to wait till my in-depth ones this summer.

Been trying to keep these brief since their first impressions. But I couldn't with this one. They made it impossible lol Also apologies for any errors that may be in this. I wrote this while having a fever and on cold meds lol. Let us get started on this fabulous ep before my head implodes any further.

7x06 The Gala

We start out at Tim's place. Please let us continue to return here. It's such a happy place for me. Also Genny is backkkkkk I'm so excited. We have missed you my friend. I hope you appear again this season. Makes me so sad Tim saying he’s single. He’s never ever said that in a sad tone before Lucy or post anyone else really. Only her. *sad sigh* This ep hurts so good.

Genny has come with a mission in mind though. Only thing is she needs Tim for it. LOL I am glad she didn't imply he needed to start dating as well. She sure as hell knows where his heart lies. Their sibling dynamic never ceases to amuse me. Wanting to use him to get into the Gala haha Shoot your shot Genny. Get it girl.

Tim of course tries to talk her out of it. Clearly he had zero plans to be there. But his sister is changing that for him. Begrudgingly accepting her plus one offer. Citing he wants to bed asleep by 11pm if he does lmao I love this man. If he only knew where his night would end. Definitely wouldn't be that plan...Such a good big bro doing this for her. I need more of them in my life. I really do.

Seth is MIA and I'm pretty ok with it. Need a break from the kid. The day starts out so great. Grey has them running the arrest your ex event. I'm dying. When I saw this I thought phew lord this is gonna be gooooood. I felt it in my bones.

When Lucy says happy to do it…Tim’s face kills me. I’m dying. If only she could see his dismay. I know she could sense it. She isn't jazzed but isn't going to cause a scene in roll call. So she runs with it. Despite Tim's annoyance.

Tim giving her grief the very moment roll call is over. Lucy is ready with her reply. Had that on deck really quickly there Luce lol Almost as if she had it saved on her phone already....#grumpycop says what? LOL Let the flirting goodness begin. Being married af no matter what. I love them so much. *happy sigh*

Oh my goodness I’m cackling right off the bat. Grumpy x Sunshine in all its glory in this first scene. ‘Really can’t think of another reason?' I'm dying. Tim is so very over this and it's just begun for them. This is classic banter vibes for them and I’m here for it. Lucy trying to be the kind empathetic one. Tim having ZERO patience or tolerance for this nonsense. Letting her know right away he's not a killer. Just a cheater....Lucy's face. Classic.

Lucy calling Tim ‘sir’ and then showing him grumpy cop I cannot you guys. This is so good. I'm grinning ear to ear. Even post relationship she has this man wrapped around her finger. He is at her mercy and will do whatever for her. We see him give in. Turn on his best fake smile and dole out some advice. I'm so giddy I could cry.

‘Was that so hard?’ ‘Pure agony.’ Their banter at it's finest. This is primo level stuff. I wanna inject it into my veins so I always feel this giddy. The level of happy I am right now, I can’t even tell you. Hard to put into words honestly.

I’m loving Lucy keeping him in line and smiling while doing so. All she has to do is tap her phone. Could you be more in love with his grumpy ass my friend? She is very much enjoying this. We all know she loves her grumpy old man. I can’t get over Tim just listening cause she asks him to. Only for his girl. He is beyond fed up with this situation. Especially this man with his puke in a jar. LMAO.

Only Lucy Chen could make this man be friendly to this idiot. He then gets some points back and says they’re super cute together. Why yes sir they are. Thank you for noticing. Anyone with eyes can see their chemistry. But props for pointing it out. Then asks if they’re dating? We’re trying get back there my man. Climbing our hardest. Slow and steady wins the race and all that.

Lucy saying they're just 'co-workers'. Mmhmm and John Nolan is my favorite character. This dude has the audacity to ask her out after that. ‘You’re holding a jar of your own vomit. I’ll pass.’ If you aren't laughing at this I can't help you. This is pure comedy gold.

They finally get a real one. Just as they're about to close shop. This woman comes up very ready to take down her boyfriend. Then she hits on a VERY specific note. ‘You don’t put your drama on someone you love.’ Lucy’s face...That definitely struck a chord. Giving her flashbacks to 6x06. Tim too I am sure of it. Their looks say it all if you ask me...

Of course Tim wants to make it a bet. It's part of their love language to do so. I love this episode so much I’m vibrating. Lucy says his guess is boring LOL I mean it is. I love you Timothy but hers about legos is way better. Tim has to give her hard time about that being her final answer.

She ends up agreeing with him that it’s jewelry ha She just had to throw a Lucy like answer in there before she gave into his logic. Agreeing with him but wanting to add some flare before she did so. heh God I love these dorks.

Oh my. Tim asking her if she’s going tonight? I love the look he gives right before he asks. Just keeps taking his shots with her. My man. She got a room for Galentines but Celina has her dude now…..Frees up the room…. ‘So who knows what’s gonna happen?’ I’m percolating with excitement at this point. I didn't even need coffee as I wrote this to wake me up this morning. This was doing the trick just fine.

Lucy is surprised he is going. Then her anxiety asks the question she's scared to know the answer to. Does he have a date? His answer trails off before he can finish. Oh Timothy don’t do that to her. Leave her hanging. I mean he was gonna tell her it was Genny before he was interrupted. It wasn't intentional but ugh nonetheless.

Let’s take a moment to dissect her expression. Look how distressed and crushed she looks. My heart. So in love with this man still. This hurts so good. Before he can address her absolute panic their van pulls up….Oh Lucy. So distracted she doesn’t even hear him mention that.

Instead of jewelry it ends up being a friggin Tiger.... Her excitement is infectious and makes me smile. I would be the same way. I am Lucy she is me. Exotic animal that could rip my face off but I am still jazzed. Wanting to see it. Tim's face after she gets all excited is too funny. You love this goober of a woman don't deny it.

This scene is VERY VERY telling IMO. Also I am hoping a set up for things to come later this season for them. In terms of having THE talk. Tim your therapy hasn’t fully hit yet and it shows in how he reacts to this man's decision. At first he tries to empathize with him. Then turns his cop brain on. Saying he might as well throw her under the bus too. Get off a little easier. Telling him to just do it since she betrayed him anyways. That she's given up on him. No way he could still love her despite the betrayal...Careful Tim your trauma is showing my sweet.

Tim has grown in a lot of ways since 6x06. Truly he has. This is a sticking point he hasn't gotten through his lovely skull yet. That someone can love you despite the ugly stuff. Despite you not being perfect. Love you just the same and be deserving of that love even though you messed up. It's striking a emotional chord with Tim and he doesn't even realize it. Lucy can't stand it and that's why she tells this man not to do it. It's hitting far too close to home for her.

Lucy showing in this moment why we all love her. Why Tim is such a goner for her. That sunshine empathetic human shining through in this scene. Her forgiving spirit showing up in the most beautiful ways. It's the reason Tim fell so damn hard for her in first place. Why he fell in love all over again the second half of s6. The kindness and empathy shown towards him from her. When he thought he had betrayed her so deeply she would've thrown him to wolves.

What he hasn't figured out yet is she would NEVER ever do that. Regardless of the deep hurt, she stood by him when the chips were down. He still is a WIP in terms of that. it shows in his initial reaction to this situation. Lucy instructs this man despite the hurt not to do it. Tim's look reminding me of the one from 5x19 when she pleaded with her eyes to let the father go.

He ends up caving even if he adds some sass in. The way Tim looks at Lucy when he says 'Lock me up.' Looking at her smiling face. Oh Tim connect the dots my love please. If not now then in the near future. This scene gave me all the feels. We still have some work to do in terms of their relationship. Tim in particular.

Lucy’s relief at seeing Genny is written all over her face. You can see she is ecstatic she's Tim's 'Date.' Also just happy to see her in general. I have no doubt they hung out when they dated. Ganged up on Tim from time to time as well.

Genny forcing Tim to engage. Asking doesn't she look amazing? Tim melting like butter. ‘She always does.’ This man gushing about her in front of other people. This is the change I'm talking about right here. Gah I’m vibrating you guys legit vibrating. The sweet stares I'm diabetic at this point. Lucy can't hold his gaze long especially with company around.

Genny tries to lighten the mood with saying she is ready to flirt it up. Asking if Lucy wants to join her? Lucy’s shot about not dating people at work…Tim's cue to go to the bar. lmao I’m dying this is fanfic level goodness here everyone. I’m delirious. Genny's face is everything after he leaves. Even Celina's date realizes it after they depart. Asking something going on between them? Yes sir. it's been brewing all damn day.

Lucy coming to Tim worried about Balian is sweet. But Tim gives it all of two seconds of thought before he's pining after her. I mean look at those heart eyes. That smile. One I'm sure he flashed her anytime they were alone at home. The man is an absolute marshmallow for her. Lucy calls Tim out for his extreme heart eyes and Lucy smile. Holy cow is this real life?

She knows that smile so very well. You can’t look at her like that, Timothy. Especially looking like a damn snack leaning against that bar. It’s not fair. She has every right to tell you to stop devouring her with your eyes babe. There is a little bit of Tim Bradford Bedroom eyes in that stare too. Mercy. I would be a damn puddle if I was her. Why she has to call him out for it. Basically saying he can't stare at her like that anymore.

It's not fair to her heart to look at her like he loves her. *heart clutch* He then turns around and flirts some more with the grumpy cop thing. Making her laugh with him being the biggest goober ever. I love this side she brought to life. Their smiles as Genny approaches make me squee. I'm nuclear with excitement at this point. He really has softened for her it’s unreal. Making her laugh makes my heart so happy. I can't even. Had to pinch myself to make sure it was real.

Poor Genny can’t get a date cause of Tim. Lmfao I mean we can’t be that surprised? Still that’s hilarious and I’m laughing so hard. She just wanted to get a date and they're all too frightened of Tim to do so. He seems pretty proud of that fact. Cocky Tim coming out to play a bit. This ep has everything. The cute shared look afterwards is very cute.

If we didn't know they were apart you'd think they were together. Lucy turning down the invite out after Tim’s little joke. Stating it's because of an early shift. That doesn't seem to stop you later....Not that I'm complaining. Lucy is about to lose out on her room with Celina hitting it off with Scott...But Nolan’s suite becomes available…..I’m fine letting them rise out of the ashes of Balian's fight right now I really am. Sorry Balian shippers. lol

Just when I think this ep couldn't get any better. We get a sexy Tim takedown. *fans self* Not gonna lie I crossed my legs a bit when I saw this go down. *grabs some ice water.* This episode was gonna kill me before we even got. to that hotel room. Ovary explosion x1000. It's hard to keep Feral Caitlin in her cage with scene like this. Hot damn this is attractive. Lucy touching him instantly after he is done. I'm here for it.

Only reason for this gif is what's going on in the background. Look at Lucy jumping into wife mode taking care of Tim immediately. The attentiveness right out the gate has me reeling. Taking his jacket off for him. Checking him out. I’m lightheaded with happiness. I hope you are as well. I was on cloud 9 at this point and we hadn't even gotten to the hotel room yet.

We get to watch Lucy go into worried wifey mode and never leave it. The sweet way she touches his neck. I'm dead. I am posting from he grave. Lucy lets him know he has a cut there. Luckily Tim has a room they can go to.... Thank you Nolan. He tries to handle it himself but she isn't having it. So she comes up with him… I was getting all tingly with anticipation at this point.

Lucy has Tim take his shirt off make sure there’s no more glass or cuts. Mmmm won’t hear me complaining…. Was kinda relived the kit was there waiting for them. No chance for interruption if it wasn't. I honestly thought it would be the thing to stop them.

Mmmm shirtless Tim. Welcome back to my screen. Yum. God he’s gorgeous. Her resolve was crumbling when he had clothes on. Now he has no shirt….. God speed Lucy Chen lol

Heh calling Tim tough guy oh my word. The banter never stops and I don't want it to. The little joke of unfortunately he will live. Followed by his smile *screams into a pillow* I'm in heaven. The flirt train is continuing to barrel through this episode at mach speed.

My god it’s the soft thanks and you’re welcome in tandem. I’m a puddle. Suddenly he is all in her space and her words die out. She tries to replace them with a shaky ' We shouldn't....' The longing looks I cannot. Before it was bedroom eyes at the bar, with some heart eyes mixed in. This time it’s legit all heart eyes with intense longing he’s aiming at her.

He misses her deeply, and it's evident in the sadness that fills his expression when she says they shouldn't. Gah. Take a look at him after he says 'I know.' The depth of longing he conveys through just his eyes is truly unreal. Any resolve she has left looking up at him with those puppy dog eyes crumbles below.

The way he just tosses his shirt and devours her completely has me reeling. Nothing matters more in this moment than her. He gently envelops her in his arms. The soft way he cradles her face in his hands, like she is his greatest treasure. Because she is. The way he chases after her lips. I’m a damn goner. Feel like I'm in a fever dream.

Captures her top lip like he's done so many times before. Giving me 5x12 vibes with this make out. Lucy's hands all over him in the process. Touching her way down his body. Phew lord. Also like to note I think it's very important Lucy be the one to go for it in this scenario. He would’ve stepped back because she said they shouldn’t. Respected her bounds. But she can’t fight it any longer and goes for it.

And holy cow does she ever go for it. The impatient needy noises coming from her I’m dying. The desperations is real. The moment her lips meet his and her fingers graze his skin, she’s completely defeated in her struggle to resist him. Resist this pull of their's. Wastes no damn time undoing his belt buckle sweet lord. You can hear it. She is ready to go. As is Tim. She has lit a flame and he isn’t wasting a second of it. The needy desperation has me fanning myself.

I love the way he spins her around, savoring her with tender affection. All the while he relieves Lucy of the tie on her dress.*fans self* He is just burying himself in his hair and neck. Losing himself completely in her. I might implode with how tender and sexy this is. The music is on point as always. Tim is chasing after her when she turns around and brings him back to the bed. His desperation coming through ten fold.

Doesn't waste a millisecond before he's diving back in for more when she turns around. Lucy’s face. Holy hell. You can see how much she missed this. Missed him. They’re in it now and she can’t stop herself. There’s still some conflict playing across her features. Knowing they shouldn’t and yet she can’t stop herself from wanting this man. She is conflicted then his lips rejoin her neck and she melts into him. All logic flies out the window after that.

There is a song from one of my fav bands Digital Daggers. From their song ‘In flames.' This moment reflects it IMO.

'Keep your confessions 'Cause babe I'm no saint , We're playing with fire But I like this game And I know your devils I know them by name When you look my way Oh, I'm not afraid With your kiss on my skin And this mess that we're in

In flames (we're going down, we're going down, we're going down) '

Definitely playing with fire in this moment and we're here for it.

We get the morning after. I was not expecting this in the least. But this episode continues to surprise me in the best way. Also hello chest hair on Tim. They need to leave that for future reference. I’m very much for it. Holy cow everything about him just makes me so damn feral it's insane. He is sex on two legs walking. Man he looks good.

The awkward looks upon waking up have me cackling. Tim's face when she starts to get up LMAO. Eric the king of expressions came to play. Tim breaking the awkward tension by saying he's awake. Lucy replying 'Right. Of course he is. He's like a rooster she remembers.... 'Ugh my heart.

I love Tim being the one to wanna talk this out. Again. He's gotta be the one to bridge the gap. Especially this go around. Not wanting this moment to pass by without suggesting it. Lucy of course even with her lapse in resolve isn’t sure why they would. She is still hurting and with good reason. Tim you gotta make this right babe. Oh my lord.

We see Lucy retreat at this offer of a talk. Passing it off as 'Classic case of ex sex on Valentines.' Oh it’s so much more than that my girl. I'm getting 5x01 flashbacks of ‘It's basic biology right?’ Lucy trying to have Tim give her the out of talking about this just like she did then. Pass it off as something that isn't a big deal when it is.

Tim shies away due to this. Agreeing with her ex sex theory although his body language does not in the least. Hoping he can at least hide his disappointment if he turns around. Feeding her a line about it being a singular moment in time. Mmhmm...Sure. Lucy agreeing with his BS line.

That fear running through her and needing a way out to avoid this conversation. So she runs with it. Trying to talk herself out of it more by saying it needs to be in their rear view. Never to be talked about again. Tim's defeated and slightly hurt 'Great...' Lucy can sense it. You two are idiots but I love you.

Gah, you can watch the internal battle on Tim's face. Reminds me of 5x01 once again and him psyching himself up to talk. We get our first ‘Lucy.’ of the season. Definitely was not where I expected it to be. Sadly after he builds up the courage he just says 'See you at the station'…*forehead smack* Oh you two. Killing me softly. She wanted him to go for it and he didn’t. Disappointment just littered all over her body language when he doesn't.

Lucy looking like she wants to go back in but the door closes. UGHHHH. Effectively making the decision for her. It is a good she wanted to go back but this is Tim's fight ya'll. And he knows it. He's so frustrated with himself for not fighting more for her in this moment. Lord this is good but killing me. Hurts so good never felt more prevalent than it does in this scene.

Tim ever the gentlemen having her enter first. His chivalry never ceases to make me happy. The energy in that elevator is charged to say the least. So Lucy straight up says she didn’t regret their night together. I love this. Letting him know she has zero regrets about jumping him last night. Heh Tim replying right back saying him either. These two idiots in love. What am I going to do with you?

Lucy adding in it it can’t happen again. Ok sure…..you both messy. And I’m not mad about it. Tim's sad 'I know.' Not agreeing it can't ever happen again. Just he knows it shouldn't...Lucy following that up with it can't for a million reasons. I mean they haven’t had THE talk yet so I get it. I truly do.

That's definitely one of the reasons for me. As fun as that lapse in judgement was, it still needs to be followed up with a real convo. Tim coming up with his own reason of the Chain of Command issue. *Grumble* he is back in her chain of command again even with being her being a T.O. Le sigh. Even though their tones suggest they could give a single fuck that he is this time around lol That definitely wouldn't keep them for repeating the night before is my guess.

The flirting my god though. Tim using grumpy cop again to make her smile and laugh. We all know she loves his grumpy ass. It's one of the things she truly loves about him. That smile after he says that tells me everything. That most definitely is on the list of BS reasons for why they shouldn't. Tim keeping the flirt train going by saying he wasn’t grumpy last night though. Heh no you were not.

Her face my god you two. ‘No, you definitely were not.’ No transparency at all saying how happy he was last night with her. She doesn’t stop him either knowing she wasn’t 'grumpy' either. They're not even trying at this point. Basically saying they had a great night in bed together. No regrets. One of their many things they're so good at hehe. Imma need a fic of that night LOL The flirty smiles and stares. Tim almost reels her back in with it. The ding of the elevator breaking them out of their UST filled revere.

Lucy trying to keep it together as she exits. Tim hot on her heels. Ooooh lord I’m excited to see where this goes. Tim you still have some work to do. That much is clear. I'm glad them hooking up didn't serve as a fix all. Because this SL deserves more than that. They deserves more than that. The promo for 7x07 ‘Don’t make the same mistake I made with Lucy. Fight for her.’ Um sir you need to fight for Lucy right now. She is waiting on you for it.

I hope this Balian crisis puts that into focus for Tim. Because if this ep proved anything it's that. He needs to fight for her more and prove to her why she should give them a second chance. The feelings are clearly still there. So much so she relapsed into her resistance to keep him at bay. Hot damn this was a good episode I am buzzing. I cannot wait to see what the rest of this season holds for them. Gimme Gimme.

Thank you thank you to anyone and everyone who loves, comments (love me some comments) and reblogs these. They are a true joy for me to make. So I am grateful for any and all engagement with them. I shall see you all in 7x07 :)

Side notes-Non Chenford

#grumpycop. Only cause it’s Vday and he has no Lucy. Also anniversary of the necklace…amazing though. Fantastic cold open.

Wes is too excited for that he’s tipping his hand. Glad Angela figured it out without Wes compromising his lawyer oath. Using that dude to get her stuff done LMAO.

Look at Celina just taking charge cause Nolan is distracted af at a scene. Proud of her. Scott dude seems tad needy don't love that.

Sad about Texas and his girl but realistic af. Appreciated that.

Bailey being pissed about the judgement. Can't say I blame her. I mean instead of understanding John jumped right to judgement but he is also right in being upset she didnt' share that with him. Shall see where that goes.

#Caitlin's First Impressions #chenford #7x06 The Gala #the rookie 7x06 #tim x lucy #lucy x tim #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #s7

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supernotnatural2005 · 12 hours ago

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His Only Exception

Pairing: Solider Boy/Ben x Reader

Summary: Ben isn't a fan of Valentines day, but he's come a long way since the fall of Vought and the days before. And maybe, you're the exception.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings/Tags: Swearing, mentions of past trauma, implied spicy times, established relationship.

AN: Okay so this is my first Solider Boy debut. 😅 This idea just came to me and thought it would be a great idea for the holiday >❤️< For the sake of this story, I have set this in an alternate reality where Solider Boy had killed Homelander and Vought's no more... I hope you all enjoy, and let me know what you think 💕

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Valentine’s Day wasn’t exactly Ben’s thing.

Hell, he thought it was a cash grab—just another excuse for couples to pretend they were happier than they really were. Romance, flowers, chocolates? That crap wasn’t for him. The only good thing going for it was getting his dick wet. At least, that’s what he told himself.

And yet, here he was, standing in the kitchen of your shared apartment, fidgeting with the edges of a small, beat-up gift box like it was a live grenade. He’d been up before you, slipping out of bed without waking you—something that never happened. Normally, he was all over you in the mornings, shamelessly getting handsy while groaning about wanting breakfast. But today was different. Today, he was a little nervous.

Not that he’d ever admit it.

After everything he’d been through—the bloodshed, the betrayal, the torture—he’d finally found some redemption.

Homelander was gone, Vought had crumbled, and he was free to go on as he pleased. Within limits, of course—that was the agreement. But he didn’t know what to do with himself. All his so-called friends were dead—not that they were really his friends. Just ungrateful fucking leeches who got what they deserved. He had no family, and now, he was forced to navigate a world he barely recognised.

Women showed a whole lot more ass and tit than they used to, and weed was legal in most states, so there were perks. But surprisingly, Ben didn’t care much for those things anymore.

He’d always wanted a family - to settle down, have a few little rugrats running around. But he knew he had to change in order for that to happen. Women stood up for themselves a lot more now, called him out on his bullshit, some even avoided him outright. It wasn’t like the old days, when they’d beg to suck his cock just because of who he was.

Now, he was just some washed-up, century-old superhero. A man who had killed, not only his own son, but America’s golden boy. He was either hated or respected. Never loved.

Until he met you.

Feeling lost and wallowing in self-pity, he’d reluctantly taken advice from Grace—who, despite hating his guts, had suggested he try a support group. She’d claimed that maybe, buried beneath all the ‘misogynistic, disgusting, selfish bravado’ he liked to throw around (her words), there was still some trace of humanity in him.

He hadn’t exactly helped his case when he’d laughed in her face and scoffed, “therapy is for pussies”, though.

But eventually, the loneliness, the emptiness of his old life—it all got tiring. He wanted more.

When he first saw you, sure, he thought you were easy on the eyes, a knockout really. You had nice curves, a pretty face to go with them. And you seemed like the kind of woman who respected herself, but in a sexy/ professional kinda way. But what stood out most was your kindness.

You knew who he was—everyone in that room did. Most either looked at him with fear, disgust, or curiosity. But not you.

You looked at him like he was just another guy trying to get his shit together. Just another person wanting to change. And though he’d never admit it, that’s what hooked him. It’s why, despite his disdain for that kind of thing, he kept coming back.

For once in his life, you made him feel normal. Accepted.

So when you finally took a chance on him—and it hadn’t been fucking easy to get you to—he knew he had to make it count. Now, almost a year later, he was a semi-changed man.

When you finally emerged from the bedroom, wrapped in one of his t-shirts - he was still getting used to the way the sight of you like that made his chest warm - rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Ben leaned back against the counter, trying way too hard to look casual.

“Morning, sunshine.” You gave him a soft smile before noticing something unusual. No crude morning remarks, no immediate attempt to pull you into his arms, and ravish you on the kitchen counter. Just him, standing there, looking...shifty.

Your eyes flickered to the small box in his hands. “What’s that?”

Ben huffed, rolling his eyes. “It’s stupid. Nothin’.”

You stepped closer, reaching for it, and he let you take it—though he grumbled under his breath, “It ain’t a big deal.”

You ignored him as you opened it, revealing a simple, delicate necklace. It wasn’t flashy, nothing over-the-top, but it was beautiful. Your fingers brushed over the small pendant, noticing the faint engraving of his initials on the back.

Your chest tightened. “Ben…”

He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. “Look, it’s not, like, a thing.” His voice was gruff, defensive, but there was no real bite behind it. “I just figured, I dunno... chicks like this kinda shit. And I didn’t wanna be the asshole boyfriend who forgot.”

You smirked, stepping into his space, pressing your hand against his chest. “You’re such a liar.”

His brow furrowed. “Excuse me?”

“You care.” You tilted your head, studying his face. “You’re acting all tough, but this meant something to you. Admit it.”

Ben scoffed, scooping you up effortlessly and tossing you over his shoulder, making you yelp. “Jesus, you get one little gift and suddenly go all Dr. Phil on me.”

You laughed, smacking his back playfully. “You’re embarrassed!”

“I’m not fucking embarrassed,” he grumbled, carrying you back toward the bedroom. “And besides, Valentine’s Day is about one thing and one thing only, sweetheart.”

With a cocky smirk, he tossed you onto the bed, leaning over you. “And that’s me making you scream my name.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest lingered. He still had his rough edges, cracks that hadn’t fully sealed, old habits that died hard—but he was trying. And that’s what mattered.

You reached up, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a slow, lingering kiss. He groaned low in his chest, settling himself between your legs, his cock hard and heavy as it pressed against your core through his sweats. When you pulled back, you whispered, a little breathlessly, “I love you, Ben.”

For a second, he didn’t say anything. Just stared at you, like he was still trying to figure out how the hell he got lucky enough to have you.

It wasn’t the first time you’d said it, but every time since, it hit him in a way nothing else ever had. Being loved—not for his fame, his money, or some character Vought had portrayed him be, but for who he was—was a feeling unlike any other. A high better than any drug he’d ever taken. And he’d taken a lot.

Still, the words never came easy. Vulnerability wasn’t in his nature, and saying it out loud made it real—something that could be taken from him.

So instead, with a smirk and that familiar glint of mischief in his eyes, he showed you just how much he loved you. And, true to his word, it ended with you screaming his name.

AN: I hope you guys liked this one! And HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!! ❤️❤️

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heart-of-the-morningstar · 18 hours ago

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This isn't gonna be in line with my regular posts, but I wanted to rant/have a discussion about dating/romance as someone who falls under the asexual umbrella (demi).

To my fellow aspecs, is dating really supposed to be this hard? Is it suppose to feel this hopeless? I haven't been involved with anyone in over 2 years now, and we weren't even dating, it was a FWB situation. Looking back at it, I shouldn't have let get that far. I am still friends with this person because I do care about him and I understand that he never meant to hurt me. We're not as close as we used to be, but we still talk occasionally. But it took me a while to realize what happened between me and him just kind of broke me in a way.

I thought that if I gave him just enough, he would care for me like I did for him. When I reached my limit of what I was willing to give him, nothing changed. The pain I felt was torturous. I'm doing better now but sometimes when I think about how it all went down, I want to cry and yell at myself for letting it go as far as it did. Now I just can't find the strength to put myself back out there again.

On the very few dates I've been on (all prior to the situation between me and my friend), all they wanted was a sexual relationship. I don't want that, I've never wanted that. And I don't know what I have to do to find someone who feels the same way as me. I want to get to know someone, become close friends, fall in love...I want that fairytale ending but it seems impossible for someone like me to have. All I've ever wanted was to be loved for who I am and for my boundaries to be respected.

I don't want to give out my whole life story, but I have not gone all the way with anyone yet. (I'm not going to go into what I have done, that's TMI.) And for me personally, waiting till marriage is extremely important to me. I know for a lot of people, that's super out of date and old fashioned. I am in no way passing judgement on what anyone else does, that's your life to live and as long as your happy, that's all that matters and I'm happy for you! I just want my real first time to be with the person I love most, the person who has shown that they love me just as much as I love them, making a commitment to me and to us. I hope this all makes sense.

But going back to my original point, dating right now just seems...impossible if you're aspec. How am I supposed to find the right one when I can't find someone who holds that same values as me. I've honestly felt like I'm just a piece of meat to these people, just someone to use for their own gratification. Especially since I'm a bigger girl (more so in the past, but my point remains.) But it feels like they think I will accept any kind of attention because they think I'm desperate enough to forego my values. I almost let that happen with my friend, and I don't want it to come to that point again. I shouldn't have to give up who I am for the chance of experiencing love.

I know romantic love is not the end all, be all to relationships. I have a lot of platonic friends, new and old, that I love and care about deeply. I really hope this rant does not come off as me being bitter or envious, that was not my intention. I just wanted to know if there are others who feel this same way...I know myself, I know I am a very fragile person. I am a people pleaser, I feel as though I have to hide my true self around most people because I want them to like me. I overcompensate, I become meek because I am not confident in the way I look. In my mind, I think "if I make them laugh, if I'm compliant, if I'm soft spoken, maybe they'll overlook the parts of me I hate the most." It's not healthy to think this way, I know. But it's been a habit for 29 years and I'm not sure how to break it.

So, as another Valentine's day approaches where I am single once again, I'm left with this reoccurring thought that true love will never find me...and my biggest fear is that I'll have to learn to be okay with that.

#me #personal #rant #demisexual #aspec #dating #might delete later #i just wanted to get this off my chest because I've been thinking about it for weeks now

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herofics · 3 days ago

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Hello!! I found your blog and gotta say I LOVE your works!!! :D I've got a request if that's alright?

I was thinking of a Gojo x Stoic! Fem! Reader, but the reader has the same power as All Might?

She's called over to help with a serious mission, and seeing her power in action manages to impress and catch the attention of Gojo.

A/N: Sorry this took so damn long, I got this ask at the end of June and I'm just now getting around to writing it. Thank you for liking my writing, it means a lot to me :D Also Idk what the hell this ended up being, but I hope it's okay…

You don't particularly care about the whole "exorcizing curses" gig, you just do it because you happen to be very good at it and were born a sorcerer

You'd heard of Gojo before you met him, he's pretty freaking famous in the world of jujutsu, so it would be much weirder if you hadn't heard of him

You're not really impressed by him though, because he seems kind of childish and immature, even if he is the strongest

You were assigned a mission and you were supposed to do it alone

But for some reason, Gojo decided to tag along, because apparently he was bored

He promised not to interfere with your mission, unless you really looked like you needed it

You kind of rolled your eyes at him, because you were sure you would manage just fine and you pretty much always did missions alone

Gojo took your indifference to mean that you didn't like him, which made him even more annoying, because he became very talkative while trying to figure you out

You handled your mission and Gojo was just hanging around the whole time

He was kind just observing you, and when you punched the first curse and it just disintegrated instantly it made him raise an eyebrow

Cause normally the curses wouldn't just instantly disappear, but apparently your punches were so strong and infused with so much cursed energy it just evaporated them

Gojo is of course able to do this too, but he's never seen anyone aside from himself do it without a blackflash

He's intrigued, but he's also mostly figured out how your cursed technique works

Your physical strength remind him of Toji, which is not a very pleasant memory, but it just shows how strong you are

Gojo congratulates you after a mission well done, and offers to take you to eat something

You accept, not really thinking anything off it, just a meal between colleagues, but he basically uses the meal to talk your ear off and ask you a lot of questions

Gojo found himself very interested in you and while you do seem a bit distant, you're not really that cold

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Heyya! At first: Do not overwork yourself. We'll be as patiently waiting as possible! And at the end we all know, that our requests are in veryy good hands 🫶

At second: I have a little request for you: I saw your storys of the slow burn romances with Viktor and Silco (big shoutout). And I'm wondering, how such a romance would look like with Jayce. After he received so much hate during season 2, he deserves as much love as the other characters.

So, how about Reader and Jayce grew up together and are inseparable. They are both very affectionate towards each other with giving hugs or taking each others hand in their own when they are stressed. But they've never got over the friendship stage.

Even his own mother looses day after day faith in her own son, when he'll make the first move (secretly prays for Reader to do it, though).

It's pretty much fluff coded, but to be fair: Jayce is the golden retriever bf type.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ

ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ꜰᴇᴀᴛ. ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ, xɪᴍᴇɴᴀ) || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ || 7226 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ, ᴇxᴘʟᴏꜱɪᴏɴꜱ, ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ (ꜱɴᴏᴡꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ)

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴏɴ! ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜱᴏ ɴᴏ ꜰᴇᴀʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ! ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢʀᴀᴛᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ! ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ! < 3 <3

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | xɪᴍᴇɴᴀ

The early morning sun filtered through the dust-filled streets of the underbelly of Piltover. The air was thick with the sound of clanging metal, the distant chatter of workers, and the ever-present hum of a city that never truly slept. Y/N was no stranger to these streets. She had wandered through them countless times, scavenging for scraps, looking for anything useful she could find. Her hands were always dirty, her knees scraped, but it never bothered her. It was a part of life, something she accepted.

She was about ten years old, just starting to get a feel for the streets when she first laid eyes on him.

She had been chasing after an old junk cart, hoping to find some usable parts to take back home when a voice called out from behind her.

"Hey, you—watch out!"

Y/N spun around just in time to see a young boy, about her age, struggling with a pile of scrap metal that seemed too heavy for him to carry. The cart wobbled dangerously, the old wheels squeaking under the weight, threatening to tip over.

Without thinking, Y/N dashed forward, pushing the cart just in time to stop it from tipping over. The boy stared at her, wide-eyed, as she caught her breath.

"You... you helped me?" His voice was a mix of surprise and awe, his messy brown hair falling into his face. His hands were covered in oil stains, and there was a small scratch on his cheek. But his eyes were bright with curiosity, like someone who had never seen the world quite like she had.

Y/N shrugged, brushing her hands off. "Well, yeah. Didn’t want you to make a mess on the street. People tend to notice that kind of stuff around here."

The boy blinked at her, then chuckled. "I guess you're right." He stood up straighter, brushing the dust off his clothes. "I’m Jayce."

"Y/N," she replied shortly, still scanning the area around them for any signs of a good find. She wasn’t interested in making friends, not really. Not in this place.

Jayce noticed her distracted gaze and followed her line of sight. "You looking for parts?"

"Always," Y/N said, with a quick, sharp nod. "Got any more of those?" She gestured to the pile of scraps on the cart, her eyes gleaming with interest.

Jayce grinned, almost shyly, as he offered her a piece of metal. "You know, I could use some help with this. It's not easy doing this all by myself. But, if you help, I might share the good stuff." His tone was teasing, but there was an earnestness behind it—like he was trying to make an offer that might work in his favour.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, giving him a sceptical look. "You don’t know what’s ‘good stuff.’"

"I know a thing or two," Jayce said confidently, picking up a few tools and adjusting a small device on the cart. "I’m pretty good with machines. Not that I’m an expert or anything, but I’ve got some ideas for things I can build."

She eyed him for a moment, then shrugged. "You want my help? Fine. But if I find something better, I’m taking it."

Jayce laughed, his whole face lighting up. "Deal."

They spent the rest of the morning sorting through the junk pile, working side by side in a rhythm that felt oddly natural. He was careful, methodical in how he handled the pieces of scrap, and Y/N couldn’t help but admire how he approached the task. Even at that age, she could tell that there was something different about him—a certain determination in his eyes, a spark that made him stand out from the other kids she knew.

At one point, their hands brushed when they both reached for the same piece of metal, and neither of them pulled away. Jayce glanced up at her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"You know, you’re not half bad at this," he said.

Y/N gave him a half-smile in return. "I know."

By the time the sun was high in the sky, they had a small collection of parts piled together. Jayce looked over at her, his grin widening. "So, I think we make a pretty good team."

Y/N’s expression softened just a little. She wasn’t used to working with others, but there was something easy about being around him. Something that made the whole thing feel less like work and more like... well, something she could get used to.

"Yeah," she said quietly, not wanting to admit it out loud but feeling it all the same. "I guess we do."

And just like that, a bond was formed. Not through shared words or promises, but through the simple understanding that they were both out here trying to survive. They didn’t know it then, but this would be the beginning of a friendship that would last through everything.

As they parted ways that afternoon, Jayce looked over his shoulder and waved. "See you around, Y/N."

"Yeah," she called back, a small smile tugging at her lips. "See you, Jayce."

The days after their first meeting flew by in a blur of shared afternoons spent scavenging the streets of Piltover. Y/N found herself looking forward to those quiet moments spent working side by side with Jayce. He was unlike any other kid she knew—smart, curious, and always looking to fix things. And for some reason, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe she liked being around him more than she cared to admit.

But nothing could have prepared her for the news she would hear just a few weeks later.

Y/N was walking through the bustling streets of Piltover when she overheard a conversation between two older women near a market stall. They were talking in hushed voices, but Y/N caught enough of the words to make her stop in her tracks.

"...caught in that storm. His mother... they're both in the hospital..."

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She’d seen Jayce just a few days ago, and the thought of him being in any sort of danger hit her like a cold wave. Without thinking, she turned on her heel and sprinted toward the nearest hospital, her breath coming in sharp gasps as the worry gnawed at her.

The hospital was busy, as always, with people coming and going, but Y/N pushed through, her determination clear on her face. She wasn’t going to let Jayce go through this alone. She needed to know if he was okay. She needed to see him.

As she burst into the waiting room, she spotted Jayce's mother sitting in a chair, her face pale and drawn, wrapped in blankets. But it was Jayce who caught her attention—sitting by her side, his face a mask of exhaustion, his usual spark replaced by a hollow emptiness.

"Jayce!" Y/N called out, rushing toward them.

Jayce looked up, surprise flashing across his face before it softened, a small, tired smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Y/N… What are you doing here?"

Without a second thought, Y/N sat on the chair besides him, her hands gently resting on his. "I heard what happened. Are you okay? You and your mom?"

Jayce let out a breath, glancing over at his mother before returning his gaze to her. "Yeah... we’re both alive, but… I don’t know what happened out there. It’s all a blur."

Y/N frowned, her fingers tightening around his. "Tell me what happened. Please."

He hesitated, his eyes distant as he remembered the terrifying ordeal. "We were caught in the snowstorm on our way home. The blizzard came out of nowhere… My mother collapsed, and I couldn’t carry her anymore. We were lost out there for hours. I thought we were done for."

Y/N’s heart ached for him. She could only imagine the terror he must have felt, not knowing if they'd make it through the storm. She wanted to tell him how sorry she was, but before she could, he continued, his voice barely above a whisper.

"But then… someone found us. Someone came out of nowhere, out of the snow. They... they saved us."

Y/N leaned in, her brow furrowing with concern. "Who was it? Was it a traveler? Someone from the city?"

Jayce shook his head, a mix of confusion and awe in his eyes. "No. It wasn’t anyone I recognized. They didn’t even speak. They just… appeared. Like magic. They were covered in this cloak and when they reached us, the wind seemed to die down, like they were controlling the storm itself."

Y/N blinked, her mind racing. Magic? She’d heard of mages before—rumors and whispers of powerful individuals who could bend the world to their will. But she'd never imagined something like this could happen, especially here, in Piltover.

"Wait… you mean they were a mage?" Y/N asked, trying to process the possibility.

Jayce nodded slowly, still staring at the door as if expecting the figure to walk in. "I think so. I don’t know much about magic, but the way they made the storm quiet... I’ve never seen anything like it. They didn’t even say a word, Y/N. It was like they were more force than person."

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine. The thought of a mage saving them, someone with that kind of power, both confused and awed her. "That’s... that’s incredible, Jayce. You said they didn’t say anything, though? Do you think they meant to help you?"

Jayce’s expression softened, his eyes still distant but filled with gratitude. "I don’t know. I don’t know why they helped us, but… they did. And I owe them everything. My mom wouldn’t be here if not for them."

Y/N squeezed his hand tighter, feeling the weight of his words. "It’s okay. You’re safe now. You and your mom. Whoever they were, they saved your lives."

Jayce looked at her then, his tired eyes meeting hers. "I don't even know who they were. But I’m grateful, Y/N. More than I can put into words."

Y/N smiled, a playful glint in her eyes. "And so am I," she said, squeezing his hand. "I mean, who else would help me reach the top shelves for stuff, huh?"

Jayce chuckled softly, the tension easing in his posture. "I guess I’m good for something after all."

"Definitely," Y/N teased, a light laugh escaping her. "Just don’t get yourself into any more snowstorms, okay? I need you around."

"I'll try my best." Jayce raised an eyebrow. "I’m pretty sure no one else could handle the task."

Y/N smirked, nudging him lightly. "I have high standards."

"Well, I’ll make sure to live up to them."

And as they shared a quiet moment of humour, Y/N felt a deep sense of gratitude not only for the mysterious mage but for Jayce’s presence in her life. No matter what came their way, they had each other—and that was enough.

The next few days were filled with hospital visits and quiet moments as Jayce's mother recovered. Yet, there was something about that mysterious figure in the storm that still lingered in Jayce’s mind. The unanswered questions gnawed at him, and when he finally got the chance to leave the hospital with his mother, he asked Y/N to meet him at a quiet spot outside of Piltover.

Y/N agreed, though she couldn't help but wonder what had brought Jayce to ask her for this. When she arrived at the spot, a small stone ruin hidden away in the woods, she found him waiting near an old, weathered structure, his hand gripping something tightly in his fist.

"Jayce? What’s going on?" Y/N asked, her curiosity piqued.

He turned toward her, his eyes serious yet filled with a sense of urgency. "I need to show you something," he said, his voice low.

With that, he opened his hand to reveal a small, smooth stone, its surface covered in intricate markings. The stone seemed to hum with energy, a faint glow pulsing from within it.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. "Is that…?"

Jayce nodded. "The mage… when they saved us, they gave me this. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen, Y/N. I think it’s more than just a stone—it’s a symbol of some sort, maybe even a key to something."

Y/N reached out to touch it, her fingers brushing the surface. The moment she did, the stone seemed to respond, the markings glowing brighter for a moment before dimming again.

"It’s powerful," Y/N whispered, awe evident in her voice. "But what does it mean, Jayce?"

He shook his head. "I don’t know. But whoever they are, I think they’re trying to tell me something. And I’m going to figure it out."

Y/N met his gaze, determination reflecting in her eyes. "I’ll help you. We’ll figure it out together."

Jayce smiled, the weight on his shoulders lifting slightly as he looked at her. "Thanks, Y/N. It means more than you know."

And with that, the bond between them deepened once more—not just as friends, but as partners in whatever mystery lay ahead. No matter the storms that came, they would face them together, side by side.

Years passed, and Piltover changed around them, but Y/N and Jayce remained constants in each other’s lives. Their appearances had evolved, reflecting their growth both individually and together.

Y/N had grown into a young woman with quiet strength and a newfound grace. The once unruly hair she used to wear in a hurried style had grown longer, now falling in effortless waves. Her features were more defined now, the sharp angles of her face softened with time, yet her piercing eyes—the same eyes full of curiosity—remained unchanged.

"You’ve come a long way, haven’t you?" Jayce would often say, noticing how much she’d matured, her focus and determination evident in her work.

Jayce, too, had transformed. The lanky boy from their youth had filled out into a man of presence. His broad shoulders and sharp jawline were a result of years of hard work, his once-messy hair now neatly styled, though a few strands always managed to escape.

"You’ve turned into someone who actually looks the part," Y/N teased, her smile warm as she watched him tinker with his latest invention. His eyes still held that familiar warmth, the idealism he’d always carried with him.

Despite their growing accomplishments, their bond had only deepened. Side by side, they navigated their studies, both pushing each other toward their shared dream of reshaping Piltover.

"It’s different now," Y/N would say, glancing at him after a long day of work.

"But it still feels like we’re just starting." Jayce would chuckle, his hand brushing hers for just a moment.

"We’ll always be in this together." And somehow, in those small gestures, they both knew it was true.

The streets of Piltover were as bustling as ever, the golden rays of the sun reflecting off the towering structures that symbolized the city’s wealth and innovation. Yet, nestled in the quieter corners of the Academy, there was a space where time seemed to slow. The sound of scribbling pens, the soft hum of machinery, and the occasional excited muttering of students filled the air—an atmosphere of intellectual chaos and creativity.

Y/N sat at a wooden table, papers strewn about in front of her. Her fingers absently traced the edges of her notes, but her mind was elsewhere. Her gaze kept drifting toward the door, where Jayce had just walked in with his usual energy. His broad grin was impossible to miss, and he winked playfully when he caught her eye.

"Still drowning in work, huh?" His voice was warm, the tone full of that familiar comfort that had always been there.

Y/N sighed, dropping her pen with a chuckle. "I swear, if I see one more experiment on basic elemental energy, I might just lose it."

Jayce chuckled and strode over, stopping beside her desk. Without hesitation, he pulled her into a quick, friendly hug, the kind they’d shared for years. "You’ll get through it, Y/N. You always do."

Y/N leaned into the embrace, letting herself relax for a moment. His presence was always reassuring, like a steady anchor amidst the chaos of their work. She rested her head briefly against his chest, taking in the familiar scent of him—oil, metal, and something unmistakably Jayce. She held on for a few extra moments, just savouring the quiet comfort of the hug.

"We’ve been through this a hundred times," Jayce murmured, his voice soft but steady. "You and me. Always together."

Y/N closed her eyes, her fingers curling around his in an unconscious gesture of connection. It wasn’t just the work they had shared for years; it was the moments like this—simple, steady moments that felt like home. In all the years that had passed since they were kids running through Piltover’s streets, the bond between them had remained unchanged. They had each other’s backs, no matter what.

"Always together," Y/N repeated quietly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze before pulling back slightly to look up at him. The words came easily—had always come easily—but now, they felt like a promise. A promise they hadn’t yet needed to break.

Jayce gave her a small smile, one full of understanding. They both knew their lives had changed. Piltover had changed them, the Academy had changed them, and yet the core of their friendship remained the same. They were a team. Always had been. But sometimes, just sometimes, Y/N wondered if there was something more beneath the surface.

"I’ve missed this," she said softly, her voice barely more than a murmur. "I know we both have so much going on, but when it’s just us… it’s like nothing’s changed."

Jayce’s smile widened, and he shrugged casually. "I guess some things are meant to stay the same." He leaned down, brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear in that familiar way that made her heart race, though she couldn’t explain why. "You know I’m always here, right?"

Y/N nodded, feeling the weight of his words in her chest. "I know."

The days that followed felt heavier for Jayce. His usual energy seemed drained, his mind constantly preoccupied with the failure of his latest experiment. The project he'd been working on for months—an attempt to harness the power of the crystal—had faltered. His hands were still stained with soot from the failed trial, his brows furrowed as he sat in front of his workbench, staring at the half-formed piece of technology that refused to work.

Y/N had noticed the shift in him. There was a weight to his silence now, a frustration simmering beneath the surface that he couldn’t shake. She had seen him struggle before, but this was different—this felt like more than just another setback.

She walked into the lab, quietly closing the door behind her as she saw him hunched over the workbench. His back was tense, his shoulders stiff as if the failure had become something more than just a problem to solve.

"Jayce?" Her voice was soft, hesitant, like she wasn’t sure if she should interrupt his thoughts.

He didn’t look up right away. His hands trembled as he fiddled with a piece of metal, but the spark of determination that once burned in his eyes was gone. He exhaled deeply, his frustration spilling over in the quiet space. "I can’t fix it, Y/N," he muttered, more to himself than to her. "I thought I could do it. I thought I could make a breakthrough, but… everything I’ve tried has failed."

Y/N approached him slowly, her gaze soft but unwavering. She could see the toll it was taking on him, the way the failure had burrowed deep into his chest, making him doubt himself in a way she’d never seen before.

She reached out, placing her hand gently on his arm. "Jayce, you’ve always been the one to push the boundaries. You don’t need to fix it all at once," she said, her voice full of conviction. "You’ve come so far already, and you’ve done things others could never dream of. One failure doesn’t mean you’ve lost everything. It means you’ve learned something. You always learn something."

Jayce’s shoulders slumped, the exhaustion settling deeper in his bones. He met her gaze for the first time, his eyes full of uncertainty. "What if I’ve hit my limit? What if I’m just not cut out for this?"

Y/N shook her head, her grip on his arm tightening as she stepped closer, her presence steady and strong. "Jayce, I’ve known you for years. I’ve seen the way your mind works—how you never give up. You’ve come so far, and this? This is just a bump in the road. It’s not the end. You’ll figure it out. You always do."

She reached up, gently cupping his face in her hands. Her touch was warm, grounding him in the moment. "And you don’t have to do it alone. I’m right here, always. You’ve never been alone in this, and you don’t have to start now."

The words settled in the air between them, and for a moment, the weight of his frustration seemed to lift just a little. Jayce’s breath shuddered as he let the truth of her words sink in. The constant pressure, the fear of failure, had clouded his mind, but with her here, reminding him of who he was—of what they had always been—he felt that familiar spark reignite, though faintly.

He reached for her then, pulling her close, his arms wrapping around her as if holding onto the only thing that could bring him back from the edge. Y/N held him tight, her own heart beating steady and sure in her chest.

"I don’t know what I’d do without you," he whispered against her hair, his voice muffled but full of meaning.

Y/N pressed her cheek to his chest, breathing in the comfort of his presence. "You’ll never have to find out," she replied softly, her voice full of certainty. "We’ll figure it out together. Always."

For a long moment, they stood there, the world outside fading away, leaving only the warmth of their embrace. And in that quiet space, Jayce found something he hadn’t realized he needed: a reminder that failure wasn’t the end, and that no matter how many times he stumbled, she would always be there to help him rise again.

Years passed, and Piltover's skyline continued to stretch higher, its gleaming towers casting long shadows over the streets below. Yet, in the quiet spaces between progress, life for Y/N and Jayce had become even more tangled with their work, their ambitions, and each other. The city had seen both triumphs and setbacks, and so had they.

It all began when Jayce's apartment, the place where he had once found solace from the weight of the world, was shattered by an explosion. The crystal he had been studying—still unpredictable, still volatile—was to blame. What had started as a promising experiment to harness its power turned into a catastrophe. Some kids had gotten into the building, snatching materials from Jayce’s workshop, their reckless behavior causing the crystal to destabilize and ignite. The blast ripped through his apartment, leaving nothing but rubble and debris where it had once stood.

Y/N had been by his side in an instant, rushing to the scene as the chaos unfolded. The devastation was immediate, the shock of seeing everything Jayce had worked for reduced to nothing more than a pile of ashes weighing heavily on her chest. She found him amidst the wreckage, covered in dust, his hands trembling as he surveyed the damage.

"Jayce," she had whispered, the sight of him in that state almost too much to bear. She moved to him, her presence offering a small comfort in the storm of emotions he struggled to contain. "Are you…?"

Jayce looked up at her, his face drawn with frustration, disbelief, and pain. "It’s gone, Y/N. Everything." His voice cracked, the weight of his failure finally catching up with him. "The work, the ideas, all of it... destroyed."

Y/N had wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, her heart aching for him in a way words couldn’t capture. She didn’t have the answers, but she was there, as she always had been. "You'll rebuild it," she said, her voice steady, though she shared his grief. "We'll rebuild it."

In the aftermath of the explosion, the Academy had threatened to expel Jayce, the destruction of his apartment seen as a direct consequence of his reckless experimentation. The shock of nearly losing everything, compounded by the looming threat of expulsion, left Jayce reeling. But Y/N was there, a constant presence, keeping him grounded as the tension mounted.

"Jayce," she said one evening, after another heated discussion with the Academy’s council. "You can’t let this define you. You have to keep going. This setback… it’s not the end. You know that."

"I don’t know anymore, Y/N." His voice was heavy, full of uncertainty. "I thought I was close. I thought I had it all figured out. But now… now it feels like I’ve lost everything."

She reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly. "You haven’t lost anything. You’ve learned something. And we’ll figure out the rest together, just like we always have."

In the midst of everything, something unexpected happened. Viktor, the enigmatic scientist with a mind as brilliant as Jayce’s, entered the picture. The two had met during the tumultuous aftermath of the explosion, and though they initially had their differences, a shared understanding began to form between them. Viktor’s vision for the future, his work with the crystal, and his own struggles with Piltover’s more conservative academic circles resonated with Jayce in ways he hadn’t expected.

It was Viktor who first suggested that unlocking the true potential of the crystal didn’t lie in perfection, but in embracing its chaos, its unpredictability. And so, Jayce and Viktor began experimenting, testing theories and learning from their failures. They snuck into Heimerdinger’s lab late at night, using his forbidden equipment to push the boundaries of their research. The work became all-consuming, a place where both men felt alive with the possibility of what they could accomplish together. But it wasn’t until after the dust had settled, after they had spent nights unearthing new discoveries, that Y/N came to understand the depth of what they’d uncovered.

Jayce rushed into Y/N’s apartment, breathless, his eyes wide with excitement. He had moved in with her after the explosion destroyed his own apartment, and now, his sudden appearance felt like a wave crashing over her.

“Y/N,” he said urgently, voice shaking with a mix of awe and fear, “we’ve done it. We’ve figured it out. The crystal… it’s more than we ever thought. Viktor and I—” He paused, trying to catch his breath. “We’ve unlocked something incredible. Something… dangerous.”

Y/N stood up quickly, concern flickering across her face. “What do you mean, ‘dangerous’?”

Jayce ran a hand through his hair, his excitement tempered by a moment of uncertainty. “It’s not just energy, Y/N. The crystal—it’s alive. It reacts to emotions, to intentions. And Viktor, he… he thinks we can control it, shape it into something that could change everything. But I don’t know if it’s ready. I don’t know if we’re ready.”

Y/N’s heart raced, but she reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder to steady him. She could see the weight of what he was saying settling in his eyes. “Jayce, you’re not alone in this,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “Whatever this is, we face it together.”

For a moment, they stood there in silence, the gravity of the situation heavy in the room. Y/N could see the fire in Jayce’s eyes, the same spark she had seen in him all those years ago, and despite the uncertainty, she believed in him. She always had.

“I know,” Jayce said softly, finally letting out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “I just… I need you to know everything. We’ve opened a door we can’t close.”

Y/N nodded, her gaze unwavering. “Then we’ll figure it out together. But you have to promise me one thing—no more secrets. No more keeping things from me.”

Jayce met her eyes, the unspoken bond between them solidifying once again. “I promise.”

It was another quiet afternoon in the Academy’s lab, the usual hum of activity filling the space as students and professors alike worked away. Jayce and Y/N were seated at the same table as usual, papers and notes scattered around them, deep in discussion about their latest findings. Their hands occasionally brushed as they passed materials back and forth, their movements so synchronized that anyone watching might have thought they'd been doing this for years. And in many ways, they had.

Ximena, however, wasn’t just anyone.

She stood at the doorway, watching the two of them from across the room. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she observed the effortless dynamic between them—the way Jayce looked at Y/N when she spoke, the subtle but comfortable touches that passed between them. The unspoken connection was palpable, and Ximena could practically feel the weight of the tension that hung in the air.

It was one of those days where she didn’t even need to be a mind reader to sense it.

She wandered over to their table, her presence enough to interrupt their focused work. Jayce glanced up at her, the usual friendly grin on his face, but it was the way he turned to Y/N, the way their eyes met, that made Ximena’s grin widen even further.

“Hey, lovebirds,” Ximena teased lightly, leaning on the edge of the table and giving them both a knowing look. “How’s the great scientific duo doing today?”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “We’re working, Ximena. Not sure where you’re getting these ideas from.”

Jayce chuckled, shaking his head. “You really know how to interrupt, don’t you?”

“Oh, I just know a thing or two about chemistry when I see it,” Ximena said, raising an eyebrow as her gaze lingered on the way they interacted—comfortable, natural, almost too easy to be just friends. “But hey, if you two are too busy to notice, that’s your call.”

Y/N, her cheeks coloring ever so slightly, quickly looked away and busied herself with a new set of notes. But Jayce, ever the easygoing one, seemed a little more on edge, a slight shift in his posture that Ximena didn’t miss.

“Really, mama?” Jayce asked, his tone teasing but with a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “You’re not gonna start this again, are you?”

Ximena shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’m just saying, you two have been inseparable for years. If you’re not gonna make a move, someone else might. Just a thought.”

Y/N let out an exasperated laugh. “You know, you’re really bad at being subtle.”

“I’m not being subtle at all,” Ximena replied, crossing her arms. “Just speaking the truth.”

She gave them a moment, watching as Jayce shot her a playful glare, while Y/N's lips twitched in amusement. There was something undeniable between them—something that didn’t need to be said aloud, but Ximena couldn’t help herself.

“Alright, alright, I’ll leave you two to your work,” she said, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “But, just so you know, the clock’s ticking. And time waits for no one.”

With that, she turned and left, her light steps echoing as she disappeared down the corridor.

Y/N and Jayce shared a brief, lingering look. Neither of them said anything at first, but the unspoken words were there—familiar and heavy in the space between them.

Y/N cleared her throat, trying to shake off the quiet but growing feeling that Ximena’s words had sparked. “She’s insufferable, isn’t she?”

Jayce let out a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. But I guess she’s not wrong about everything.”

Y/N glanced at him, her heart skipping a beat before she quickly looked back down at the papers in front of her, focusing on the task at hand. Despite everything, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of what had just been said—and the unspoken promise that hung in the air.

The air in the Academy’s grand hall buzzed with excitement for Progress Day—a celebration of innovation and breakthroughs. Y/N stood near the back, her eyes drifting toward the stage where Jayce stood, ready for his moment.

The years since the discovery of the crystal’s true power had been a whirlwind. Together with Viktor, Jayce had revolutionized Piltover’s understanding of energy. Their work had made waves, both celebrated and criticized, but its impact was undeniable. Now, Jayce was about to present their latest progress.

He stood tall, more refined than before, his youthful exuberance tempered by years of pursuit. Yet, that same spark remained in his eyes—a passion that had driven him from the start. He was Piltover’s embodiment—bold, brilliant, and unrelenting.

"Thank you, everyone, for joining us today," Jayce’s voice rang out, calm yet powerful. As he spoke, his gaze swept over the gathered crowd, his expression one of quiet determination. "We stand on the precipice of something truly extraordinary. What we’ve accomplished in the last few years has changed the way we understand energy, and it has the potential to change the very fabric of our society."

He paused, letting his words settle in the room, as the audience leaned forward, hanging on every word.

"But we’re not finished," Jayce continued, his eyes flicking briefly to Viktor, who stood just off to the side. "What we’ve unlocked is only the beginning. The crystal—this incredible energy source—isn’t just a tool. It’s a gateway. A way to reshape the future of Piltover and the world beyond."

Y/N watched from the sidelines, her heart swelling with pride. She knew the struggles Jayce had faced to get here—the doubts, the failures, the moments when it felt like the weight of the world was pressing down on him. But here he was, standing before them, delivering the speech of a man who had found his place in the world. A man who had never given up on his dream.

As Jayce spoke about the future of the crystal and the potential for limitless energy, Y/N couldn’t help but smile. He had come so far from the nervous young scientist who once stumbled over his words. But there was more to this moment than just his success—it was the culmination of everything they’d built together, the trust, the partnership, and the understanding they shared.

"You see," Jayce concluded, his voice growing more passionate, "this is just the start of a new era. We are the ones who will define what’s possible. Together, we will lead Piltover into a future built on progress, on energy that can change lives, and on a vision that can unite us all."

The room erupted into applause, the sound deafening as the crowd stood to their feet. Jayce’s eyes gleamed with excitement, but as his gaze swept over the room, he couldn’t quite find her. Y/N was always there, her presence a constant through the years, but now, amidst the sea of faces, she was nowhere to be seen. A moment of confusion flickered in his expression before he realized where she might have gone.

Excusing himself from a few lingering conversations, Jayce made his way through the throng of congratulatory well-wishers, his eyes scanning the hall until they landed on the balcony door. The glass doors were slightly ajar, and a soft breeze blew from the outside. He didn’t hesitate.

He stepped out onto the balcony, the warmth of the room replaced by the coolness of the evening air. The sun had set, casting a golden hue over Piltover’s towering skyline. His gaze immediately found her. Y/N stood there, leaning against the railing, her back to him, lost in the view of the city stretching out before them.

"Y/N," he called softly, not wanting to startle her.

She turned at the sound of her name, her expression unreadable, but the familiar warmth in her eyes was unmistakable. She didn’t say anything at first, just offered him a small smile that somehow held a world of emotion behind it.

Jayce stepped closer, feeling a mix of pride and something deeper that he couldn’t quite name. He had just made history, but in that moment, it didn’t matter nearly as much as what he shared with her.

"You were looking for me," she said after a pause, her voice quiet but steady.

"Yeah," he admitted, his grin turning slightly sheepish. "I didn’t see you when I finished the speech. I… I wanted to share this moment with you."

Y/N’s eyes softened as she studied him. She took a breath, her gaze drifting out over Piltover, the city they’d both poured their hearts into. The city that had taken so much from them and given them even more in return.

"You did it, Jayce," she said, her voice full of pride and something more. "All of you did. I’m so proud of you."

A faint blush tinged his cheeks at her words, and he shrugged, his tone light. "It wasn’t just me. Viktor, you, all of us. We’ve been through so much, and we’re here now because we stuck together. Because we believed in it."

Y/N turned her eyes back to him, the city lights reflecting in her gaze. "You really believe that, don’t you? That this is the beginning of something bigger."

Jayce nodded, his voice quieter now, the weight of everything they had accomplished settling on him. "I have to. It’s everything we’ve worked for. Everything we’ve sacrificed."

There was a moment of silence between them, a quiet understanding that hung in the air like a shared secret. The distance between them, once filled with years of uncertainty and obstacles, now seemed to have narrowed. In the cool night, it was just the two of them—the steady hum of the city beneath them, the years of work and struggle, and the quiet bond that had never wavered.

Y/N finally spoke, her voice almost a whisper. "You’ve come so far, Jayce. I can’t imagine what it must feel like… all your dreams coming true."

Jayce took a step closer, his hand brushing the railing, his mind racing with the weight of her words. He opened his mouth as if to speak, to tell her how much this moment meant, to confess that his dreams had always felt within reach, until now. Everything he had worked for was unfolding right before him—the accolades, the recognition, the future of Piltover. Yet, as he stood there with Y/N beside him, there was still one dream, one wish, that remained just out of reach. The dream he had kept hidden, buried beneath years of friendship and the uncertainty of whether it could ever be more.

He could feel it—the pull in his chest, the overwhelming urge to tell her everything. To say that all of this, all of his success, felt hollow without her by his side. But the words got stuck, tangled in the fear of risking what they already had. It was a dream he had longed for, but he wasn’t sure if it was one she shared.

A frustrated sigh escaped Jayce as he looked down, his fingers tightening around the railing, as if holding on would somehow make the weight of everything more bearable. “There’s still… one more dream I’m waiting to come true.”

Y/N noticed the hesitation, the way his voice faltered, and her gaze softened with understanding. She could see the storm in his eyes—the victories he had earned were meaningless without that one thing still lingering between them, unspoken and uncertain.

"You’re not just talking about the progress, are you?" Y/N’s voice was soft, gentle, yet steady with the knowing.

Jayce met her eyes, a small but undeniable vulnerability flickering across his face. "I thought it was something I could bury, something I could put aside," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But every step forward, every accomplishment… none of it feels complete without you."

The weight of his words settled between them, and for a long moment, they just stood there, the hum of the city and the warmth of the night wrapping around them like a soft blanket. In the quiet space between them, Y/N could feel the truth in his words, and her heart swelled, both knowing this moment could change everything.

"Maybe I’ve been reaching for it, too," she murmured, her voice steady now, as she took a step closer to him.

As he hesitated, Y/N’s gaze softened, catching the conflicted look in his eyes. She could see the struggle written across his face—he was holding something back, something important. Without a word, she stepped closer, her fingers brushing the edge of his tie as she gently pulled it, drawing him toward her.

Before he could react, she closed the distance between them, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was both tender and urgent. The cool night air seemed to disappear as everything fell away, leaving only the two of them. Jayce froze for a moment, his mind reeling, but then his arms found their way around her, pulling her closer as he kissed her back with a depth of feeling that he hadn’t known he was capable of.

When they finally pulled away, their breaths mingled in the cool air, their foreheads resting together. Y/N’s eyes were soft, her gaze steady as she met his.

"I couldn’t wait for you to say it," she murmured, a smile tugging at her lips. "I’ve known for a long time."

Jayce’s heart raced, a rush of relief and warmth flooding through him. "I guess I wasn’t as subtle as I thought."

"You never were," she teased gently, her voice light but filled with affection. "But I’m glad you finally got there."

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "It’s just… I didn’t want to risk what we already had. But I’ve felt it, for so long. For years, Y/N."

Y/N’s smile softened, her thumb brushing across his jaw. "I’ve felt it too, Jayce. It’s always been there. But we were both too scared to say it."

And as they stood there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, overlooking the city that had brought them together, both of them knew this was only the beginning. Years of unspoken feelings, of waiting for the right moment, had led them to this. Whatever the future held, they’d face it together.

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