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adieutristana · 2 months ago

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painkiller; jinx x fem!reader

kinda nervous to post this one idk if it’s too nasty oops

characters included; jinx

summary; it’s that time of the month, and cramps have you down for the count. jinx is all too eager to help.

tags/warnings; dom!jinx, sub!reader, period sex, tribbing, dirty talk, NASTY, porn with plot (kinda)

men and minors dni.

fizz... BOOM!

another experiment blowing up in jinx's face, figuratively and literally. the girl huffs in light frustration as she lifts her goggles to rest atop her head, using her elbow to wipe gunpowder off her face. another failed experiment.

she's used to it by now, though- these things never go smoothly. it's a process of trial and error rather than one smooth testing sequence, one she's come to embrace. all the girl can do new is pick up the pieces of the last experiment, identify and fix her errors, and try again.

but the sound of you groaning behind her is making it increasingly hard to focus.

you're curled up on your side on jinx's cot, your knees tugged tight to your chest. you've been like this for the past hour or so, softly rocking yourself while you make little grunts in pain. you're on your period- and while your periods usually give you discomfort, this is the worst it's been in a while. bad enough that you didn't go to any of your classes today, and that's something you never do.

you'd already taken pain medicine, already tried a warm compress... nothing is helping. just you and your cramps, and you have to tough it out.

your girlfriend then turns around in her chair with a short huff. her brows are furrowed, and she crosses her arms over her chest.

"alright, what's all this fussing about?" she asks, clearly a bit impatient.

"i just.. ah," you grumble, trying to uncurl yourself just a bit. but as soon as you do another cramp hits, and you're forced to retreat back into your own embrace. "it's that time of the month. second day."

jinx's expression drops, and her eyes widen just a bit. second day- that's rough.

"oh," she purses her lips. "why didn't ya tell me? i could've been helping you out."

"you're busy. i didn't wanna distract you..."

jinx quickly scrambles to her feet, crouching beside her workbench to begin shuffling through drawers. it's a bit comical how she doesn't keep track of where things are in her own space, but she digs through regardless. first drawer is just a bunch of stray blueprints and paint cans, second is... toys, third is assorted magazines and books, and fourth is where she keeps first-aid supplies. supplies you'd given her after seeing her patch up her leg with a stapler.

"a-ha! got it!"

she scampers over to you, crouching beside you as she unwraps a heat pad and begins pushing up your shirt. you just sigh at the sight, though, and shake your head.

"i already tried a hot water bottle, babe."

"yeah, well that's a water bottle. this is a heating pad. maybe it'll be different."

she sticks the pad to your lower stomach, applying a bit of pressure (earning a few giggles from you) before she tugs your shirt back down. the girl steps back, placing her hands on her hips in that confident way she always does.

"ta-da! it should start working in..." she glances at the back of the box again. "fifteen minutes! then you'll feel all better. no more pesky cramps."

she gives your arm one last firm pat before standing up and making her way back to the workbench. it's seconds before you can hear a blowtorch and metal clinking, sounds you've become all too familiar with. laid on your back now, you can only close your eyes while you wait for the heat pad to start working- that is, if it does work. you've tried everything you can at this point, but it still feels like you're being ripped from the inside out. your stomach hurts, your lower back hurts, you've been feeling nauseous on and off the entire day. thankfully, it's off right now.

waiting is the hard part, but as you feel the heat spread over your lower stomach, it does work. not to the extent you'd like, but you'll take anything at this point. the pain eases over the next few minutes while the sounds of jinx working fade into the background. you're a bit more mobile now, able to sit up (although with a slouch still)- but you can watch jinx, you could put something on the tv if you wanted to.

for now, though, you'll just stay laid on your side with the heat pad working its magic. the girl in front of you wheels herself around swiftly, tweaking blueprints and humming to herself while she works on.. something. she'd told you she was trying to concentrate the hex crystal's energy into other mediums, but nothing was successful yet. though knowing jinx and how smart she is, how resourceful, it's a matter of time before she figures something out.

she then swivels her chair around, facing you with wide eyes before she wheels herself over to you. the girl stops right in front of her cot, placing a hand over the pad on your stomach.

"feeling better?" she hums.

"for the most part," you murmur, giving her a weak smile. "it still hurts a little, but i expected that."

but jinx's face just twists a bit, and she wrinkles her nose in discontentment. "mm... that's no good. the pain should be gone, like- totally gone."

"babe, really, i don't expect this thing to work miracles."

"but toooots, i don't like seeing you hurting!" she nearly whines, and leans forward over her knees in thought. her face twists again, a look you've come to recognize. she's trying to figure something out, ever the problem-solver.

one thing you've come to recognize, and love about jinx is that she's fiercely protective. she can't stand the thought of anyone or anything hurting you, even if it's your own uterus once a month. she cares, she only wants the best for you, she only wants to see you happy. you rocking yourself in her cot to ease the cramps that are wracking your body? no good.

then you hear her gasp, and snap her fingers.

"i got it!"

she then climbs on the cot with you, swinging a leg over to straddle your lower half. jinx is wearing a wide, toothy grin, as if she's just cracked the code.

"i know what'll help your little... dilemma," she chuckles, her fingernails trailing down your stomach towards the waistband of your shorts. her tone is smooth, calculated- the kind that comes right before trouble. the coldness of the metal finger sends a shiver down your spine, but she stops just short of the elastic to look back up at you. "if you'll let me."

but it sends your mind reeling. she can't seriously be suggesting that, can she?

"baby, i'm on my period," you stress.

"yeah, i know that. and?"

"and, it's my second day, and there's a lot of blood, and i," you huff, crossing your arms over your chest with a light frown. you'd be lying if you said that this wasn't enticing. you can feel your heartbeat quickening and the hairs on your arms stand on end, but you can't. it's too messy, probably too risky. "i feel gross..."

but jinx just scoffs, rolling her rosy eyes as if it's nothing to her.

"okay, so we'll put down some towels. no big deal." she pokes your side playfully. "you're anything but gross, toots. come onnn, it'll make you feel good! they say orgasms make cramps better. like... an organic painkiller."

you're still not fully sold, though, and jinx just sighs in mild exasperation. you want this, you do. but it'll be messy, things could go wrong, you feel the furthest thing from sexy right now. she leans down, pressing a gentle kiss against the pulse point of your neck, eliciting a gasp from you.

"baby, i wanna do this," she murmurs, plump lips brushing the skin of your neck. "i'll make you feel real good, promise."

and damn it, she's convincing. she's offering.

"...okay," you whisper, swallowing as you glance down at jinx. "but we put those towels down."

her lips curve into a wide grin, and she just nods, giving a mock-salute while she crawls off you. "you got it!"

she's back in a matter of seconds with a few already paint-stained towels, gesturing for you to lift your hips- which you do, so she can place them down. she's then crawling over you again, one arm on either side of your head while she gazes down. like a predator about to pounce on their prey, she's smiling at you like she's about to devour you. saying she wants to is an understatement.

you don't have more than a split second to think before she surges down, and her lips crash into yours- already heated and quick, her lips moving against yours with fervor. you gasp, trying to match her eager pace, but your efforts seem futile. even with the lingering aches, you're learning rather quickly that jinx doesn't plan on being gentle tonight.

dark lips trail over your jawline, peppering down the expanse of your neck while she feels you already beginning to squirm. as if jinx's ego needs to get any bigger, her gapped teeth nip at your skin a few times, her hands beginning to run up and down your sides. gripping you, digging into the fat on your hips for just a moment before she takes the edge of the heat pad.

"you won't need this," she murmurs against your neck, before slowly pulling it off. the removal stings, adhesive gripping your skin, but it's over in a matter of seconds.

not wasting any time, she resumes kissing down your soft skin. trailing to your collarbones, then right over your heart- fingers toying with the hemline of your top while she continues exploring you with her lips alone. it's intense, it's fast, but throughout all of the rough passion you can tell how much jinx cares. she slowly slips the fabric over your head with you eagerly lifting your arms to assist her.

her bangs brushing over your ribs tickle a bit, but you can only softly gasp while she continues her descent. down your sternum, reaching one of her hands towards your bare breast to pinch your nipple- your back arching the slightest bit into her touch.

"yeah? feel good?" she chuckles, rolling the bud between her thumb and forefinger.

"mhm," you nod, a low whine rumbling in the back of your throat.

"mm... good. you know i love these pretty tits."

she lets out a satisfied hum, giving your nipple one last hard pinch before she drags her tongue down the valley between your breasts.

it's electric, the feeling of her warm tongue on your skin. her skin is cold, but her presence is so warm, so inviting. you wish you could stay wrapped in her embrace forever. that you'd never have to give up jinx's touch, no matter how calloused her fingers may be or how gruff her words.

she leaves one final kiss on your lower stomach, right over your uterus- as if to kiss the soreness away, before hooking her cold fingers into the waistband of your shorts to hastily pull them down. they're discarded quickly, as are your panties. you're already leaking a bit over the towels, but that's what they're there for, aren't they?

"so pretty... you're shakin' already. i haven't even touched ya, trinket!"

"i- i can't help it," you breathe out, but jinx just chuckles.

the anticipation builds, and builds, but to your surprise, jinx leans back to sit on her knees and begin undressing herself. her cropped top is the first to go, revealing those perky tits you love so much. your throat goes dry at the sight, but she quickly unbuckles her belt and slips off her pants, leaving her in just a pair of black panties as she crawls back over you.

she then giggles to herself, before slowly removing the final garment, leaving her bare. she's enjoying this, observing your confused expression. and then- she slots herself between your legs, and your eyes widen.

"jinx, you're-"

but she cuts you off with a soft 'shh' as she scoots another inkling close to you, cores not quite touching yet.

"just let me do my thing, baby," she drawls, a lazy smile on her face.

"but you'll get all messy," you argue. it's a weak protest and you know it, but you don't want to cause more trouble than necessary.

"you're adorable," she huffs, rolling her eyes. "all worried about making a mess. that's half the fun, toots!"

and then her heat presses to yours, and you gasp. she starts moving-slowly, tentatively, as if to test the waters. your hands hastily find the dip of her waist, gripping on for stability while she grinds against yours. you feel a brush of your clits, then another- and with your heightened hormones, it sends you spiraling.

"baby, i- haah.."

"yeeeeeah," she drawls out, looking down between both of your legs. it's downright vulgar, how your needy pussies are pressed right against each other, grinding and sliding together with wet squelches as blood distributes between the two of you. "you hear that? how wet you are? she's tellin' me how bad she wants this- mmph.."

your hips move in tandem with hers. the more you go on, the less you're able to hold back, it's everything you didn't know you needed.

the pace becomes more and more frenzied with each passing moment, jinx grabbing at your tits, fingernails digging into your asscheeks, licking stripes up your neck while your hands move to her peach of an ass to push her further against you. your head falls back if only for a second, lewd moans and whines escaping you. you can feel it- there's a filthy mess between the two of you, spread across both of your inner thighs and a bit of jinx's lower stomach. but neither of you can be bothered to care.

she's panting, lips parted while your eyes nearly glaze over with the feeling. the sweat alone is causing your mascara to run, but it only serves to make the girl more desperate. seeing you so utterly wrecked, it does something to her.

"gonna fuck you real good- ngh, make ya forget allll about those cramps," she breathes out, nails leaving little 'c' shapes in the flesh of your hips. "don't stop, don't you fucking dare stop!"

"gods, please," you whimper, your head falling forward onto her shoulder.

your soaking cunt ruts against hers with the urgency of a needy mutt, chasing ecstasy like your life depends on it. your comfort does, at least. a broken medley of 'pleasepleaseplease's leave you, although you're too far gone at this point to tell exactly what you're begging for. for her to keep going? for your release? and you just hear high-pitched whines right in your ear, breathy and shrill. the rasp of your girlfriend's voice never fails to make you squirm.

"please, it's so good, so good-"

"i know, baby, fuck-" she grunts, another sharp brush of your clits making her hips stutter. her gapped teeth sink into her lip, nearly hard enough to draw blood. "uuhh, you feel so fucking good! shit, baby! you've- ah, got no idea how good this pussy is!"

you're near the edge, the contracting in your lower stomach replaced by a familiar coiling. the towels below you are a painting of crimson, your bodies both covered in a thin sheen of sweat while your needy pussies meet again and again. the knot gets tighter and tighter with each movement, threatening to break at any second-

"uungh, jinx, i'm gonna- gonna!"

she then lunges forward to crash her lips against yours, immediately shoving her hot tongue past your lips like she wants to consume you. it's a whirlwind of teeth and tongue, clashing together like a thunderstorm while your tongue swirls with hers, explores her mouth, lips moving with a speed you can't track down- drool dripping down your chin. and still, the movements don't stop.

you can tell she's close too, by the way her toned abs clench with each grind. but she's trying to get you there first, ever dedicated to helping you.

you pull back with a high cry of her name, feeling the thread finally snap- and your vision goes white for a second. it's as if the rest of the world is completely gone, reduced only to you and the girl pressed against your body.

"jinx- aaah! shit, shit! cumming, cumming-"

and you feel her follow right after, her breath trembling and hips stuttering as she feels her orgasm wash over her.

"gah, fuuuuck! that's it- that's, ohh!"

your synchronized moans sound like something out of a dirty movie, low and needy and pathetic, but so fucking delicious. her bangs stuck to her forehead, spittle dripping down your chin, blood and cum mixed between your cunts and inner thighs- and it's perfect.

a moment of silence follows, both of you panting out. neither of you move, just letting the moment linger. the mess between you ever-present. your mind is too hazy to make out exactly what just happened, flushed and sweaty- but the cramps are gone. completely gone.

"...feel better?" jinx breathes out, voice gravelly.

"yeah," you nod, slowly. "a lot better."

#jinx x reader #jinx smut #arcane x reader #arcane x you #jinx x female reader #reader insert #sapphic #lesbian

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catt-nuevenor · 5 months ago

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A Brief Guide on Uploading ChoiceScript Demos to Itch.io

Since Dashingdon is shutting down, and there will be a lot of folks wanting to host their ChoiceScript demos elsewhere, I thought it'd be a good idea to provide a brief guide on how to do so for itch.io.

This is for Windows in the folder actions, but it shouldn't be too difficult for folks to translate for Mac. This also assumes you haven't changed any of the files within your game folder other than those found under 'scenes'.

Within your game folder, locate the 'web' subfolder, right click it and select 'Send to' then 'Compressed (zipped) folder. Name your newly compressed file something sensible, and I recommend moving it to a new folder outside of your game files, just to keep everything neat and tidy.

2. Assuming you already have an itch.io account, navigate to your dashboard, and click the 'Create New Project' button.

3. Name your project as you like, and under 'Kind of project', select the 'HTML' option.

4. Set the 'Pricing' to 'No Payments', you cannot use ChoiceScript for profit unless it is with the Choice of Games or Hosted Games publishing labels. No one wants to get in trouble unnecessarily here.

5. In the Uploads section, upload your newly zipped file we made in step one. After it's finished uploading, you'll be given one drop down and two tick boxes. You need to tick the 'This file will be played in the browser' option.

6. I've found so far that 'Viewport dimensions' work quite well for desktop at 1080 x 640. Either use these numbers or experiment and find what works best for you.

7. You must tick the 'Enable scrollbars' option for your game to display properly, otherwise options, text and buttons can be clipped off the bottom of the viewport.

8. Continue filling out the rest of the form, or skip it for now and scroll all the way to the bottom to the 'Visibility & access' section. Here make sure you have 'Draft' selected. This prevents others from finding your game until you're ready, and I always recommend play testing things before you make your work public.

9. Finally, hit the 'Save' button, then go and have a look at your creation by hitting the 'View page' link. And there you go! When you're ready for public release, just change the option in section 8 to 'Public'.

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A few things to bear in mind about hosting on itch.io:

There isn't currently any way for your readers to save their game. I'm sure someone could write in a plugin similar to Dashingdon's at some point, but as for right now, this isn't available. See addition/edit below.

Make sure you properly tag your game with the 'choicescript' and 'interactive-fiction' tags. There are an awful lot of games on itch.io and it's easy to get lost in the crowd. Make sure folks can find you by having the right tags.

I hope this brief guide was useful to folks.

Best of luck to you with your writing!

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Addition/Edit:

Thanks to @hpowellsmith for bringing this to my attention. You can add save functionality to your game by using this addon:

The ChoiceScript Save Plugin

Just tried it out on my own game and it works perfectly.

Rather than run through the addon author's own tutorial here, I'll just forward you to the Readme on their Github page.

One small note I would add is when it asks you to make the two small additions to your index file, make sure you right click the file and open it with your coding program, don't double-click it as this will just open it in an internet browser, and it won't give you the access to what you need to change.

#itch.io choicescript #choicescript #itch.io #choicescript demos #dashingdon #dashingdon shut down

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aspenmissing · 2 months ago

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Hey hey hey! If you're comfortable with it and you have time, can I request a oneshot with Jayce, Viktor, Jayvik, Ekko, Vander, Silco and Jinx reaction to reader making something similar to odm gear and seeing it in action?!

🫶🏼🫶🏼

Btw, I'm literally in love with all of your works 😍

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JAYCE

Jayce had always been the golden boy of progress. The hammer-swinging, wide-grinning symbol of Piltover’s brilliance. Councilman, inventor, icon—he walked the gilded halls like he was born to ascend them. But lately, his gaze had begun to wander.

Not out of boredom. Not out of arrogance.

But toward you.

And you? You were busy reinventing gravity.

You hadn’t meant to make a weapon. Not exactly. It started off as a dare to yourself—just a sketch on a coffee-stained napkin after watching a Lanes courier vault from rooftop to rooftop like a ghost, ducking patrols and disappearing into the smog. If they could run like the wind, you thought, then surely someone could fly.

The gear you built was crude compared to Jayce’s polished designs, but elegant in its ambition: compressed air canisters, dual-hook grappling lines, and gyroscopic stabilizers synced to wrist-mounted control pads. All of it powered by a humble shard of low-yield Hextech crystal you'd salvaged from one of Heimerdinger’s rejected prototypes.

It was heavy, loud, and clunky.

It was beautiful.

And it worked.

Jayce found you in your workshop just as the sun began bleeding through the stained-glass windows of the Academy’s lesser-known wings. Blueprints lined the walls in overlapping layers, curling at the corners. Tools lay scattered like breadcrumbs leading to invention—or madness. Half-drunk mugs of cold coffee sat abandoned beside scorched wires and busted coils.

You were hunched over your workbench, muttering to yourself, soldering a filament to the ignition trigger on your left gauntlet. Sparks snapped against your goggles. You didn’t even hear the door creak open.

Jayce leaned against the frame, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. “You know, for someone who claims they’re not an inventor, you’re making me look bad.”

You didn’t look up. “I’m not trying to show you up. Just trying not to die when I test this thing.”

Jayce pushed off the frame and walked in, eyeing the crude-yet-impressive rig strapped to your hips. “That’s not exactly comforting.”

You finally glanced at him, smirking. “Want to see me jump off a building?”

Jayce blinked. “...Please tell me you’re joking.”

The platform you chose was high enough to make Jayce question all your life decisions.

It overlooked one of the older industrial sectors of Piltover—full of brick towers and tight alleyways, perfect for testing mid-air pivoting and anchoring. The wind howled up here, snapping at your coat as you stood on the ledge. The city sparkled below, gold and steel and smoke, a puzzle box of possibility.

Jayce stood below, pacing like a man awaiting a death sentence. “You’re not actually going to jump off that thing, are you?!”

You called down, voice bright. “Only one way to find out if it works!”

“If it doesn’t, you’ll die.”

You looked over your shoulder and grinned. “Yeah, but I’ll die cool.”

“Y/N!”

You winked, took a breath—then stepped off the edge.

For one long, heart-seizing second, there was only free fall. The city blurred into streaks. Wind screamed past your ears, cold and brutal.

SHHH-KA-THUNK!

The hook slammed into the side of a clocktower. The cord snapped taut with a jolt, swinging you wide in a violent arc. Your stomach dropped. Your heart leapt. And for the first time in your life, you flew.

The stabilizers activated, a dull thrum beneath your ribs, balancing your core as the gear recalibrated mid-air. You twisted your hips and fired again—another line hissed into the upper edge of a smokestack. Your momentum curved sharply, propelling you into a tight spiral between two towers. You screamed—half exhilaration, half raw joy.

Your laughter echoed over the rooftops, bright and feral and alive.

Down below, Jayce was frozen. His hands gripped the railing until his knuckles turned white. He watched you defy gravity with nothing but grit and ingenuity and a bit of salvaged Hextech. His heart was in his throat.

And then you descended, cutting your final line, landing hard on the stone platform with a rough skid. The boots groaned beneath the impact. You dropped into a crouch, panting, flushed and grinning like a lunatic. Hair wild. Eyes blazing.

You looked like you'd stared down death and come back with stars in your lungs.

Jayce rushed to your side, but stopped short, stunned.

You stood tall, unhooking the gear, chest rising and falling with adrenaline, your voice breathless. “So… that went well.”

He didn’t answer. Just stared, open-mouthed. Awestruck. A little terrified. A lot in love.

“Holy shit,” he finally breathed. “That was—”

“A little terrifying?” you offered, tilting your head, trying to downplay the way your knees still shook.

Jayce dropped to one knee in front of you, fingers gently reaching to cup your face. “No. That was incredible.”

You blinked, suddenly shy in the face of his sincerity. “Yeah?”

He smiled, eyes crinkling with affection. “You just... defied physics. Gravity. Sanity. And you lived. You flew.”

You leaned forward until your foreheads touched, your voice soft, but electric. “Told you I wasn’t trying to show you up.”

Jayce chuckled, brushing a wind-swept strand of hair from your cheek. “You didn’t. You reminded me what progress really is. It’s not always polished. It’s not always safe.”

His hand slid down to rest over your pulse, thundering beneath your skin. “Sometimes it’s messy. Bold. Brave. You.”

And then he kissed you—hard and breathless and full of awe—like he was afraid you'd launch into the sky again and never come back.

But for that moment, at least, your feet were still on the ground.

VIKTOR

The lab was a mess—and not in the “scattered blueprints and spare parts” kind of way Viktor usually tolerated. This was the chaotic aftermath of trial and error. Cables snaked across the scorched floor, copper coils were fused together from overheating, and a faint trail of smoke curled toward the ceiling from the metallic heap that hung from an exposed support beam.

You sat cross-legged in the center of it all, a smear of grease on your cheek, your elbow propped on your knee, and your chin cradled in your palm. There was a wrench resting across your thigh and soot in your hair. You were silent, staring at the failed test like it had personally offended you, oscillating between frustration and grudging admiration.

Then came the sound of metal striking stone—tap, thud, tap, thud—as Viktor’s cane echoed down the hall and into the lab. He stepped in, sharp eyes scanning the damage with the calm horror of someone far too used to your antics.

He stopped in the doorway, took a slow breath, and tilted his head. “Moje srdce… dare I ask what used to be over there?” (My Heart)

You grinned, teeth white behind smudged lips. “Progress, my dear Viktor. Beautiful, explosive, back-bruising progress.”

His eyes moved from the twisted steel to you. “Ah. So nothing survived.”

“Oh ye of little faith,” you said, standing and brushing ash off your trousers. You flexed your gloved fingers, then made your way to the far corner of the lab where a cleaner workstation stood. With a flourish, you unveiled what looked like a harness out of a madman’s dream: waist-mounted grappling hooks, gas-propelled canisters, retractable wires, and twin foot-thrusters that shimmered faintly with traces of Hextech filaments.

“Introducing…” You struck a dramatic pose. “Omni-Directional Mobility gear. Or ODM gear. Designed for vertical traversal and high-speed movement across complex environments. It’s how I’ll win the council’s innovation grant. And maybe a few races across the rooftops of Piltover.”

Viktor limped closer, inspecting it with narrowed eyes. “Y/N… this looks incredibly dangerous.”

“That’s because it is,” you replied, chest puffed with pride. “And that’s the fun part.”

He glanced at you, then the ceiling scorch mark, then back at you. “You wish to wear this and use it?”

“Not wish,” you corrected, lifting the harness. “Will. Today, actually. Just need someone brilliant, charming, morally conflicted, and devastatingly handsome to oversee the test and make sure I don’t die. Know anyone like that?”

Viktor sighed, his shoulders slumping. “If you break a limb, I will be the one repairing it. You do realize that, yes?”

You stepped in and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, leaving a small grease smudge behind. “Then I’ll count myself lucky to be in the hands of the man I love.”

His lips quirked. “Flattery won’t distract me from how thoroughly unhinged this is.”

“But it might distract you a little.”

Academy testing grounds

The wind was biting. Cold and sharp against your cheeks as you stood on the rooftop, the city sprawling out below you like a maze of steel veins and sun-kissed rooftops. The gear whirred softly at your hips, the pressure tanks fully loaded. You inhaled slowly and looked over your shoulder.

Viktor stood behind the safety railing, gripping his cane tightly with one hand and a clipboard in the other. His face was unreadable, though his knuckles had gone white.

“Ready?” you called, shouting over the wind.

“No,” he replied immediately. “You are about to do something ridiculous and untested.”

You winked. “Perfect.”

And then you launched.

The air cracked as the grappling hooks fired, slamming into the ledge of a tall tower. The cable lines tensed, and with a jolt, your body was flung forward. You whooped as momentum carried you, the world rushing by in a blur of sky and steel. It was fast, chaotic, but you felt free.

Midair, you activated the thrusters. They kicked with a violent whoosh, redirecting your flight as you arced toward Viktor’s observation platform. Your heart pounded against your ribs. Gravity bent to your will.

Then came the landing—less of a “graceful drop” and more of a “controlled crash.” You tumbled across the stone, rolled onto your back, and lay there, gasping, grinning at the sky.

Viktor’s shout rang out. “Did you just— You almost hit the tower! Do you have any idea how close you were to breaking your neck?!”

You pushed up to a seated position, hair wild, cheeks flushed. “But did you see it?!”

He appeared at your side moments later, cane tapping faster than usual. He knelt beside you with difficulty, worry etched across his face as he checked your limbs for damage.

“Nothing broken?” he asked, voice softer now.

You shook your head. “Just bruises and adrenaline.”

He closed his eyes and exhaled, forehead brushing yours as his hand cupped your cheek. “You’re brilliant. And utterly reckless. You do realize that my heart cannot withstand this level of stress?”

You leaned into his touch, your smile gentler now. “But you’re still here.”

“I always will be,” he murmured, brushing a windblown strand from your face.

And then, amidst the burn marks and the distant whine of retracting cables, he kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed. It was grounding—his lips warm, his hands steady, the world shrinking until there was only you and him and the soft hum of victory in your veins.

The two of you worked in companionable silence. The lighting was low and golden, casting a soft glow over the room. Viktor scribbled calculations while you tuned the fine control servos on the ODM rig, your hands moving instinctively, tired but fulfilled.

“I was thinking…” you began, voice soft, screwdriver turning a bolt with a quiet click.

He hummed in acknowledgment, not looking up from his notes.

“If I can get the controls more intuitive, maybe… I can build a version for you. Reinforced with Hextech. Lighter. Something that integrates with your cane so you can shift balance mid-swing.”

The scratching of pen on paper stopped.

“You’re designing one for me?”

You glanced up and met his eyes. “Well, yeah. You deserve to fly too.”

He looked at you then, really looked. Something in his expression melted—a vulnerability he rarely let surface. He reached over and took your hand, gently, his thumb running over your grease-streaked knuckles.

“You’re extraordinary,” he whispered. “And very bad for my blood pressure.”

You grinned. “But good for your heart?”

His smile deepened, quiet and tender. “Always.”

And in that peaceful moment—surrounded by half-finished inventions, half-burned schematics, and a love that had only grown stronger through every storm—you realized that even with both feet on the ground, Viktor had already taken flight… right into your heart.

JAYVIK

The low hum of Hextech resonated through the lab like a living pulse, intertwining with the soft, rhythmic tap… tap… tap of Viktor’s cane on the metal floor. The air was thick with the familiar scent of hot copper, solder smoke, and machine oil — the smell of progress, of obsession, and of long nights spent working too close together to call it anything but love.

You were hunched over your latest creation — a contraption that looked like it had crawled out of a wild dream. It hugged the contours of your back like an armored exoskeleton, lined with pressurized canisters, dual-wired harpoons, and flexible tubing that gleamed in the dim light. It was part weapon, part miracle. Messy. Volatile. Brilliant.

“I think I’ve finally got the pressure calibration right,” you muttered without looking up, goggles slightly fogged and a smudge of grease streaked across your cheek. “I just need to test the grapple retraction system. Then it’s go time.”

Jayce, who had been pretending to tinker with one of his hammers across the room, finally gave up the act and crossed over to stand behind you. His arms were folded, muscles tense in that classic overprotective spouse stance. “You mean the part where you launch yourself across buildings and hope the retractor doesn’t snap you in half like a slingshot?”

You grinned without missing a beat. “Exactly. That’s the one.”

Viktor let out a quiet chuckle as he approached, his gait measured, each step echoing softly. He rested a hand on the edge of the worktable, fingers brushing against scattered blueprints and half-finished schematics. “Perhaps I should prepare a stretcher. Or at the very least, a very large mattress — to catch your fall or Jayce’s panic-induced fainting spell.”

You finally looked up, blinking behind your goggles. There they were — your constants. One a silhouette of elegance and intellect, leaning on a cane like it was just another limb, gaze sharp and endlessly curious. The other was all warmth and strength, already frowning like a man about to witness his wife jump off a cliff — because he was, and also because he’d probably jump after you if it went wrong.

“You two are such worriers.” You clicked the final piece into place with a satisfying snap. “I’ve triple-checked the failsafes. Besides, if this works, it could completely revolutionize mobility in Zaun’s lower sectors. Think about it — no more ladders, no more stairs. Just… freedom.”

Viktor tilted his head. “You mean imagine how many times Jayce will try to steal it and crash into a wall.”

Jayce gasped, scandalized. “I have never crashed anything.”

“You broke your nose piloting a hoverboard,” Viktor said without even blinking.

“That was once. And I blame you for giving me faulty schematics.”

“You forgot to attach the stabilizers.”

You sighed dramatically and stood, slipping your arms into the harness and adjusting the shoulder straps. “Alright, boys. Save your flirting for later. Time for the show.”

Outside, on the reinforced test field behind the Academy, the sunlight glinted off steel beams and tall support poles — like the skeleton of a city waiting to be explored. The wind picked up, brushing your hair back as you adjusted your gloves and flexed your fingers.

Viktor had claimed a seat on one of the benches, cane resting across his lap, eyes gleaming like molten gold in the sun. Jayce stood beside him, arms crossed, brows furrowed in an expression that said, I support you and I’m terrified for you all at once.

“You’re sure about this?” Jayce called out, voice raised just enough to carry across the yard.

You looked over your shoulder at the two of them and gave a cocky little salute. “Hold your jaws. This is gonna be awesome.”

Then you fired.

The twin harpoons launched with a thwip, embedding into one of the topmost beams with a satisfying clang. The canisters hissed — and then you were flying. Your stomach flipped as the retraction system yanked you upward, the world blurring into streaks of blue and silver and wind-whipped exhilaration.

You twisted midair, feet tucking as you angled your trajectory, and then released. Your body arced like a missile, flipping once, twice — before you fired again. This time you zipped sideways across the course, weaving between beams like a pendulum with purpose.

Jayce whistled low, utterly floored. “Holy—”

“She’s like a pendulum,” Viktor murmured, leaning forward. “A very fast, very terrifying pendulum.”

You caught the edge of a high beam with your boots and crouched like a predator, grinning down at them. “See?”

Pop.

The grapple line detached.

Your heart dropped into your stomach as gravity reclaimed you, wind roaring in your ears.

Jayce bolted, sprinting toward the landing zone with panic written all over his face. Viktor didn’t move — not because he didn’t care, but because he saw it. The backup line hissed a split-second later, catching you mid-fall and slinging you into a wide arc. You landed hard on the practice pad with a bounce and a skid, rolling once before stopping in a tangle of limbs and laughter.

Jayce reached you first, hands on your shoulders, eyes wide and wild. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!”

You were still laughing, breathless and glowing. “Only a mild one.”

Viktor arrived a moment later, slower but smiling, his eyes scanning you for injury with clinical precision and something much softer underneath. “You are reckless. And brilliant. And you are never testing that without us again.”

You pulled them both in, fingers fisting in shirt collars, tugging their warmth toward you. “So… you liked it?”

Jayce looked like he was still recalibrating his pulse. “Are you kidding? I’m already thinking about how to integrate the grapples into a gauntlet system. Make it more compact. More… me.”

Viktor leaned his forehead to yours, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m thinking about how proud I am. And how much you terrify me, mé srdce.” (My Heart)

You turned to kiss his cheek, then did the same to Jayce, who grinned despite himself. “Good,” you said. “That means it’s working.”

And for a brief moment, the three of you stood there — inventor, engineer, idealist — tangled in love and sweat and adrenaline. A messy little triad of heartbeats and Hextech, tethered tighter than any wire could hold.

VANDER

The Last Drop was buzzing with its usual late-night hum — drunken laughter, clinking glasses, the low rumble of arguments that hadn’t turned serious yet, and the occasional crash that followed Mylo being a menace. Warm lantern light flickered against the stone walls, casting shadows that danced over patrons leaning into their drinks and their secrets.

You were tucked away in the back room Vander had cleared out for you weeks ago. It used to be a storage space — cluttered, dusty, forgotten — but now it smelled like oil, copper, and ambition. Tools were strewn across the workbench in organized chaos. Gears, bolts, lengths of wire, and scrawled blueprints layered with sketches and notes in your handwriting. At the heart of it all, clamped between two heavy vices, was your prototype: a pair of mechanized grapple gauntlets rigged with compressed gas triggers and reinforced cables.

Vander leaned in the doorway, arms folded across his broad chest, watching with quiet curiosity. His figure took up most of the frame, a silhouette against the dim glow of the bar beyond. He looked like someone who belonged in every room he entered — steady, grounding, impossibly solid.

“You planning to take flight, love?” he asked, voice rough with humor and affection, a teasing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You glanced up from tightening a gear spindle, grease smudged across your cheek and temple. The lamp above you flickered once as if catching your grin.

“Not quite. More like... launch, swing, land dramatically. Maybe with a flip,” you replied, your eyes sparkling with anticipation.

He let out a low chuckle. “You planning to be Zaun’s first flying rat?”

You turned in your chair, wiping your hands on a stained cloth. “You laugh, but this could be the future of getting around down here. No more broken ladders or hoping someone doesn't cut the bridge ropes just to win a bet. It’s fast, it’s nimble—”

“—it’s dangerous,” he cut in, stepping closer, his brow lifting in that familiar are you serious? kind of way.

You met his gaze, unflinching. “Since when has that ever stopped us?”

He exhaled a warm laugh through his nose, one hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. His fingers lingered, calloused but gentle. Then he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your temple — careful not to disturb the leather strap of your goggles perched on your head.

“Alright,” he murmured, voice quieter now. “Impress me.”

A few days later, the air was thick with Zaun’s signature blend of fog and soot as you stood atop a rusting industrial tower in the middle of the Undercity. The whole district stretched around you in tangled metal veins — walkways, bridges, and pipes stacked like a forgotten puzzle. Below, the streets pulsed with green-glowing chem lights and the chatter of the sleepless.

The wind tugged at your coat as you adjusted the weight of your gear. The twin grapple-shooters on your arms clicked into place, the gas canisters hissing faintly with built-up pressure. Every wire, every trigger, every mechanism had been triple-checked — and yet your heart still hammered like a jackhammer in your chest.

“Alright,” you whispered to yourself. “Let’s give ‘em a show.”

Below, Vander stood near the base of the tower, arms crossed again — but this time with a crease between his brows that hadn’t been there before. Vi, Claggor, and Powder were shouting and waving from a nearby platform, barely keeping their balance on a rusted railing. Mylo had already passed Powder a crumpled napkin IOU for “one sweetcake", reluctantly.

“No faith,” you muttered. “Typical.”

You pulled your goggles down, took a deep breath, and jumped.

Thunk—SSSHHHRIP!

The first hook launched with a mechanical snap, embedding into a distant support beam. A split second later, the second grapple flew, catching onto a dangling pipe. Suddenly you were airborne, pulled forward like a pendulum unleashed, your feet leaving the platform as the city fell away beneath you.

The wind howled past your ears, and you let out a sharp laugh — half adrenaline, half triumph. You twisted mid-air, released one grapple, and fired again, catching another beam and swinging in a tight arc. Your coat flared behind you like wings, boots skimming just above rooftops and rusted ductwork.

You skimmed by a crumbling building close enough to snag a loose poster with your shoulder, then kicked off a ledge to adjust your path — the city becoming a blur of smoke and steel.

“SHE’S A SPIDER!” Vi shouted, eyes wide with exhilaration.

“SHE’S GONNA DIE!” Powder screeched, half-hiding behind Claggor.

“SHE’S GONNA DIE AWESOMELY!” Mylo added, pumping a fist.

Vander still said nothing. But his eyes never left you — locked onto every twist, every lurch, every daring manoeuvre with a look that was part amazement, part horror, and something deeper… something fierce and protective.

When your boots finally made contact again, skidding across a rusted catwalk, you staggered once — knees threatening to buckle — but managed to stay upright. You threw your arms out dramatically, panting, exhilarated, alive.

“Ta-da!” you called out, voice hoarse but proud.

And then Vander was there. You didn’t even see him approach — just felt the heavy warmth of his arms wrap around you, pulling you into a firm, grounding embrace. He smelled like metal, smoke, and safety. His heart was racing beneath his shirt.

“You’re insane,” he murmured, voice low, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “But you’re brilliant.”

You melted into his chest, your goggles askew and breath still catching up. “So you liked it?”

“I loved it,” he said, pulling back just enough to look into your face. His thumb brushed a grease smudge from your cheek. “But next time you test something that could kill you, I’m standing behind you with a net. And three people holding it. And a bloody mattress on the floor.”

You snorted, grinning. “Deal. As long as you let me strap you in next.”

He blinked. “You want me to fly around like that?”

You winked. “Zaun’s protector in the skies? Think of the legend. You’d be unstoppable.”

Vander groaned, dropping his forehead to your shoulder with a deep, rumbling laugh. “You’re gonna be the death of me, love.”

“But I’ll make it look good.”

SILCO

The hiss of steam and metal reverberated through the underground workshop, the scent of oil thick in the air. Sparks danced in the low light as you tightened the last bolt on the gauntlet wrapped around your wrist. The final adjustment clicked into place with a satisfying snap.

From the shadows, Silco watched you, arms crossed, one brow raised in silent amusement.

“Still trying to kill yourself in increasingly creative ways?” he drawled, his voice rich and amused, smoky like the exhaust pipes just overhead.

You glanced back at him, a smudge of soot across your cheek, your hair pinned back haphazardly. “If it works, I’ll be able to move through the city faster than anyone. Rooftops, alleys, smokestacks—it won’t matter. No enforcer or bounty hunter could catch me.”

Silco stepped closer, his boots echoing against the iron floor. “Is that what this is about? Evasion?”

You turned back to your workbench, fingers trailing over the dual-wired harpoons attached to the side of the waist harness. “It’s about control. About not waiting around for someone else to come save Zaun. This tech… it’s the next step.”

He didn’t respond immediately. His lone eye studied the way your muscles tensed, the way your voice dropped when you talked about progress, revolution, invention. He’d seen men claim devotion to Zaun before, but rarely had he seen someone build for it the way you did.

“You intend to test it today,” he said finally. Not a question. A statement.

You nodded. “I have to.”

Silco sighed through his nose, stepping forward until he was just behind you. “I’ve lost too many people to risk, Darling.”

You paused, heartbeat stalling at the gravity in his voice. Then you turned to face him, placing a gloved hand over his chest.

“You won’t lose me,” you said softly. “Trust me.”

The winds howled above Zaun that night, a storm rolling in from the Piltovan cliffs. You stood on the edge of a decrepit smokestack, your boots balanced on a narrow pipe, wind whipping through your coat. Below, the chaos of Zaun continued—scuffles, steam, and shadows.

Silco stood on a nearby rooftop, watching.

You pulled your goggles down over your eyes, tightened your grip on the handles connected to the dual cables at your sides, and took a deep breath.

And jumped.

For a second, your stomach flipped. Then you fired the first harpoon.

THUNK—the bolt lodged into the side of an iron tower.

The world lurched. You twisted your hips, activated the gas burst—

WHOOSH.

You soared.

The second harpoon fired, a graceful arc of metal singing through the air. You caught another anchor point and let the cables reel you in. The wind tore past you, your body weaving effortlessly between support beams and smokestacks like a bird finally given wings.

From the rooftop, Silco watched with stunned disbelief. You were a streak of movement against the skyline—your coat flaring behind you like a second shadow, cables slashing through the fog, each movement calculated and smooth.

Then—click—you heard it. A snap, not unlike the sound of a bolt misfiring. The world tilted in a rush of panic.

The second harpoon cable jerked loose, the tether unraveling into the night air. You yanked at the handles, but the burst of gas only sent you spiraling toward the industrial skyline.

No, no, no.

Your heart raced as you fumbled with the gear. The gust of wind fought against you, sending you careening into the narrow gap between two rusted buildings. You tried to correct yourself, but your boots hit the edge of a metal ledge and—

Splash.

The icy cold water surged around you, and for a moment, everything went silent. Your heart hammered in your chest, the cold of the water seeping into your bones.

Silco’s eye widened in alarm. Without thinking, he made a move to leap toward the edge of the rooftop.

“Y/N!” he yelled, voice breaking through the roar of the storm.

But just as his foot hovered over the side, a head popped up from the water below, drenched hair slicked back against your face, but your grin wide and wicked as ever.

“Did you see that?!” you shouted, eyes alight with triumph. “I almost had it!”

Silco stood frozen for a moment, his mind still trying to catch up with the wildness of it all. A slight breath of relief escaped his lips, his chest tightening as he looked down at you, drenched and laughing in the storm-riddled waters below.

“Almost?!” he barked, though the edge in his voice couldn’t mask the relief beneath it. His hands clenched at his sides, the storm swirling around him as his gaze never wavered from you.

You waded out of the muck, pulling yourself onto a dock, shivering slightly from the cold as you powered through the moment.

“Almost,” you repeated, flashing him a grin as you pulled your goggles up and wiped your brow. “That was just a test run.”

You laughed again, the sound like a spark of life amidst the dreary, storm-soaked night.

Silco finally exhaled, eyes softening beneath his hard expression. “You’re reckless.” His tone was scolding, but it lacked its usual bite, as though his concern was beginning to outweigh the irritation.

You crossed the distance between you with a few long strides, ignoring the cold water dripping down your clothes. “But it worked, didn’t it? That’s progress.”

Before he could respond, you reached up and cupped his jaw in your chilled hands, pulling him into a kiss. The taste of rain and salt filled your mouth, but it was the way he kissed you back that mattered. Slow, deliberate, as if this was the only moment that mattered.

When you broke apart, his lips were still close to yours, voice soft. “Zaun needs people like you.”

You smiled, resting your forehead against his, your breath visible in the cool night air. “Then I’ll make sure I’m always there.”

Silco’s gaze lingered on yours a moment longer. “I’ll make sure of it.”

And with the city howling below, storm winds rising, and your gear still dripping water, you knew one thing for certain:

This was only the beginning.

JINX

Y/N had always been the tinkerer, the one to dream up outlandish inventions and make them a reality. After all, this was Zaun—a place where even the wildest ideas could find a home, if you had the guts to try. But today was different. Today, Y/N was finishing something truly ambitious, something that could push the boundaries of the impossible.

"Jinx!" Y/N called, their voice brimming with excitement as they held up the strange contraption in their hands. The device was a pair of mechanical wings, connected by an intricate web of coiled wires, with powerful grappling hooks and a sturdy harness. The whole thing hummed with barely contained energy, waiting to be tested. "I think it’s ready!"

Jinx, who had been pacing around the workshop with her usual boundless energy, practically bounced over to Y/N. Her wide eyes gleamed with unrestrained excitement, her messy hair flying every which way as she got a closer look. "No way! Is it really gonna work? I mean, this looks like something straight out of a crazy dream!" She reached out to touch one of the coils, sending a spark of electricity racing across the surface.

Y/N smirked, adjusting the straps of the harness before securing the device onto their body. "You’ll be the first to test it," they said with a wink, tightening the straps as they went. "You always love to take things for a spin, right?"

Jinx’s grin widened even more, her eyes dancing with the kind of excitement that only she could muster. She wiggled her fingers in the air like a mad scientist on the brink of chaos. "Oh, hell yeah! But you’re telling me this thing can actually fly?"

Y/N chuckled, adjusting a few more bolts and tapping a small switch. The wings and coils buzzed to life, the mechanisms humming beneath the surface. "Not exactly flying," Y/N explained, their voice confident, yet with a touch of thrill in it. "More like... swinging? It’s a grappling hook system, but with a bit of flair. You can swing from buildings, dodge attacks, and move fast enough to confuse anyone trying to catch you."

Jinx's eyes practically sparkled, her expression a mix of disbelief and pure joy. She jumped up and down, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "That’s so cool! I can’t wait to see it in action! Let’s go already!" Her voice was high-pitched with excitement, and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at her contagious energy.

With a mischievous smile, Y/N nodded, their heart pounding in anticipation. "Alright, but you have to promise not to break anything... too expensive."

Before Y/N could even finish, Jinx was already out of the door, dashing toward the towering rooftops of Zaun, her long legs carrying her effortlessly through the cluttered streets. Y/N followed, their heart racing as they activated the ODM-like gear. The coils sprang to life with a satisfying whir, and the powerful lines shot out toward the nearest building. Y/N leaned forward, bracing themselves as the grappling hook latched on, and in an instant, they were pulled off the ground. With a swift motion, they swung into the air, the sensation of weightlessness rushing through their body.

"Woah, this feels amazing!" Y/N shouted, feeling the adrenaline flood their veins as the wind whipped past their face. They zipped across the city, swinging from one building to the next, their heart racing in time with the motion of the gears. The city’s sharp angles and broken skyline blurred beneath them, making it all feel like a thrilling dream.

Jinx, already several rooftops ahead, turned to look over her shoulder. A wide grin spread across her face, and she let out a loud, enthusiastic cheer. "That’s sick, Y/N! You’re basically a flying ninja!" she yelled, spinning in a wild loop in the air, her laughter echoing in the open space around them.

Y/N adjusted the controls, steering their body with precision, twisting and flipping mid-air. The gears responded with almost eerie accuracy, letting Y/N glide effortlessly from rooftop to rooftop. "It’s working!" Y/N shouted, the exhilaration of the moment making their voice crack with joy. "I’m actually doing it!" They shot past Jinx, their heart hammering in their chest as they looped around a nearby building, feeling like they were defying gravity itself.

Jinx, not one to be outdone, suddenly had an idea. "Let’s make this interesting!" she called out, her voice full of mischievous glee. Without warning, she grabbed a nearby bottle—something filled with a strange, fizzing substance—and tossed it toward Y/N with a wicked grin.

"Catch!" she screamed, her voice bubbling with wild delight.

Y/N didn’t even hesitate. Instinct kicked in, and they swung toward the bottle with a practiced motion. In a split second, they snagged it mid-air, the hooks of the gear latching onto it. They adjusted their grip, the coil pulling them forward with explosive force. Y/N twisted, using the momentum to avoid a shower of sparks from a nearby generator, their heart hammering in time with the rush of wind around them.

Jinx’s laugh echoed behind them as she spun through the air in a dizzying loop, her reckless energy perfectly matched to the wildness of the moment. "Alright, let’s go higher!" she yelled, the sound of her voice high with excitement. "What’s the point of swinging through Zaun if you can’t make it a little dangerous, huh?!" With a devilish grin, she shot up the side of a nearby tower, her feet barely touching the crumbling wall as she darted upwards like a streak of lightning.

Y/N’s pulse spiked, and they grinned back at Jinx. "Lead the way, Jinx! I’m right behind you!" They gave the grappling hook another twist, sending themselves off after her with renewed excitement. The city, a chaotic blend of towering buildings and endless pipes, blurred around them as they pushed the gear to its limits, zipping higher, faster, the wind catching their hair as they moved through the skyline like a pair of wild spirits.

The next hour passed in a blur of adrenaline and laughter, the two of them testing the ODM-like gear in every conceivable way. They swung between the crumbling remnants of factories, launched themselves through open gaps in buildings, and even twisted through tight spaces where the gears barely had room to function. Each stunt felt wilder than the last, each near miss more exhilarating than the one before.

As the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the city and painting the sky with shades of orange and pink, they finally slowed down. Perched atop a tall, crumbling tower, they took a moment to catch their breath, the rush still lingering in their veins. Jinx looked over at Y/N, her wide eyes full of admiration as she wiped a strand of hair from her face.

"You really nailed it, Y/N," she said breathlessly, her voice full of awe. "This is insane. We could totally make a fortune with this... or cause some major mayhem."

Y/N wiped the sweat from their brow, their chest still rising and falling with the excitement of the ride. "Well, I didn’t build it for the money," they replied with a smile, their voice steady but laced with thrill. "But yeah, I have a feeling this could come in handy."

Jinx’s grin returned, wider than ever. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, the kind of gleam that spelled nothing but trouble. "In that case..." she said, voice low and dangerous, "...I think we should test it again. Only this time, we’ll throw in some explosions. What do you think?"

Y/N rolled their eyes with a sigh, but deep down, they knew they wouldn't be able to resist. "Sounds like a terrible idea," they said, laughing despite themselves, already knowing where this would lead. "But yeah, I’m in."

And with that, they both leapt off the tower, ready for whatever madness Jinx had planned next.

EKKO

The dim light of the workshop flickered overhead, casting shadows over the cluttered benches and scattered tools. Y/N’s hands were steady, their brow furrowed in concentration as they fine-tuned the final mechanism of the experimental device. A sleek, slightly bulky contraption—a blend of steel, wires, and hydraulics—rested against their waist, its metallic arms extending out with a series of intricate, almost alien hooks.

It looked like something from a far-off world, but Y/N could feel the familiar thrill of possibility coursing through their veins. This was it. The dream they'd been working on for weeks. The sensation of freedom, of flight, of soaring through the air with nothing but a few precise movements. It was almost like the stories from their childhood, when they'd heard of people flying, moving like the wind, untouchable by the city's weight.

As their fingers worked on securing the last bolt, Y/N couldn't help but smile. The thought of what this could do for Zaun, for everyone stuck on the streets, in the underbelly of Piltover's shadow, excited them. They’d never seen anything like it here—no one had.

"You're up to something dangerous again, aren't you?"

The voice that broke through their focused reverie was familiar, warm, and full of affection. Ekko stood in the doorway, his arms crossed and a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His eyes scanned the device with a mixture of admiration and concern. He'd seen Y/N make countless creations over the years, but this one? This one had the potential to change everything. The way he looked at them, though, was both awe and the kind of worry that only came when someone you loved was diving headfirst into something reckless.

Y/N turned to face him, their lips curling into a smile. "Well, you know me. I like to keep things interesting." They gave him a sly wink before returning to their work. "This could change everything for Zaun. Think about it—imagine being able to move faster than anyone could catch us, slipping past the enforcers, taking back the streets. It could be like we’re untouchable. You could be a hero with this, Ekko."

Ekko pushed himself off the doorframe, taking slow, deliberate steps toward them. He was always so composed, but there was a softness in his gaze that only came when they were alone, when the world wasn't watching. His fingers brushed lightly against their shoulder as he kneeled beside them, inspecting the device more closely.

"You're brilliant, you know that?" His voice was soft but filled with admiration. "You always come up with these crazy ideas, and... somehow, they almost always work. But this? This one’s on another level. I don’t know if I’m ready to watch you swinging around like a lunatic."

Y/N laughed, a teasing lilt in their voice. "You’re just scared you’ll get left behind. You know I can’t always be the one to keep your feet on the ground."

Ekko grinned, shaking his head. "Maybe. But I like to think of myself as a little more grounded. Someone has to keep you in check, after all."

Y/N smirked and leaned back, wiping their hands on a rag before standing up. "Check’s overrated. Besides, I’m not asking you to do the crazy stunts—just watch and be impressed. I need a reliable audience."

He raised an eyebrow, the playful challenge in his eyes matching theirs. "I’ll watch. But don’t expect me to join you up there. I’m not some stunt double."

"Fine, suit yourself." Y/N grinned and attached the grappling hooks to the wall, adjusting the straps around their waist one final time. They hit the power button on the device, and a quiet whirring sound filled the room, followed by a soft hum as the system powered up.

For a split second, everything was still.

Then, in a flash, they fired the hooks into the far wall with a controlled precision, their body jerking forward with an exhilarating rush. There was a moment of weightlessness, followed by the sudden jolt of the hooks holding fast. Y/N swung gracefully across the room, their feet briefly leaving the floor, their body suspended in mid-air like they were born for it. The air was cold against their skin, but the sensation was pure freedom—the kind of freedom they had been dreaming of.

Ekko’s heart raced as he watched them fly through the workshop, his mind not quite catching up with what he was seeing. Y/N twisted and looped in the air, soaring effortlessly like a bird in the wind. Their laughter rang out, filling the space as they glided, the motion so fluid it seemed unnatural, like they were part of the wind itself.

Ekko’s chest tightened with awe, but there was a spark of concern in his eyes. This was what they wanted, what they had been pushing toward. But now that he was watching it, there was something unsettling about it, too. The risk. The danger. He couldn’t help but imagine what would happen if something went wrong.

"Alright, alright," Ekko called out, voice laced with a mixture of amazement and reluctant admiration. "You were right. That’s... that’s pretty damn impressive."

Y/N gracefully swung back, the motion so smooth it looked like they had been doing it their whole life. They landed with a soft thud, their feet touching the ground as if they'd never left. "Told you. What did I say about leaving you in the dust?"

Ekko’s grin softened as he stepped closer, his expression tender, though still filled with that playful edge. "Just promise me you won’t get too carried away. I’d hate to see you crash into a building or something." He placed a hand on their shoulder, his thumb brushing over their skin with an unspoken affection.

Y/N’s eyes twinkled, and they turned to face him, leaning in just a little closer. "Oh, come on. You know I’ll always have a soft landing for you. It’s kind of my thing."

Ekko rolled his eyes, but the warmth in his gaze softened the motion. He stepped in front of them, a slight smirk on his lips. "Just make sure that soft landing isn’t me catching you mid-fall."

The words hung between them, and for a moment, there was only the sound of their shared laughter, a sweet, lighthearted sound that filled the room. Y/N could see the worry in his eyes, the way he wanted to protect them from every danger that came with the thrill. They stepped forward, resting a hand against his chest.

"I’ll be careful, Ekko. I promise." They whispered the words softly, and Ekko felt the weight of them. He could hear the sincerity in their voice, but he also knew that Y/N was never someone who could stand still. They would always push boundaries, always chase the next big idea.

"One day, Ekko," Y/N continued, their voice full of determination, "we’ll take this to the skies. Together. We’ll make the whole city see us."

Ekko’s heart swelled with affection for them. They had a fire in their eyes that could never be snuffed out. They weren’t just dreamers—they were visionaries. And though he worried, he also admired the hell out of them for it.

"Together," he echoed, his voice steady, his smile softer than before. The promise between them was real, unspoken but understood. Whatever came next, whatever risks they took, they would face them side by side.

And, with one last look at the gear—shiny and bold and full of potential—Ekko knew that, no matter how crazy it seemed, Y/N was always going to push the limits. And he would always be there to catch them, no matter how high they flew.

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applewatersugar · 2 years ago

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The Sims 2 - 3D Eyelashes [EU-CU]

It's finally here!! AAAAAA! There's not much to talk about, other than the usual information. Hope you enjoy them!!

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alphyser · 1 year ago

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Random things in my MHA DR about 1-A!

Mineta was originally part of the class, however during the quirk apprehension test at the start, he got the lowest score and that Aizawa noticed him acting creepy so he acted on his threat to expel someone and gave Mineta the boot. That way, it'd also serve as a warning to others.

Mineta was actually hilarious though on first day. Actually made me crack up a lot, especially since I also have a dirty sense of humor. But then he he tried to peek under Yaomomo's skirt and the illusion was shattered. (For a moment I thought he could've been great </3)

I unironically voted for Sero during the class rep elections. Him and Yaomomo had a tie and he dropped out of the nominations saying that Yaoyorozu should be the vice-representative for 1-A over him. (Sero is such a sweet soul in my DR.)

Bakugo Katsuki, despite having fashion designers for parents, only ever dresses in the most basic clothing. Black compression shirts and sweatpants are his go to and when he feels like it he sometimes wears graphic tees and jeans. But he also criticizes others a lot on their fashion sense. (He one time straight up scolded Mina for an hour because she wore a shade of yellow that didn't go with her skin tone.)

Sato, without fail, will always have a box of some type of sweets on him. Man is a god send. He brings like this little lunchbag and he has two tupperwares of sweets. One time he had these donuts and each of them were a cool new flavor I've never seen before, like a raspberry donut with candied bacon, it sounds gross but he makes it taste good somehow.

Most Sundays, Aoyama usually goes out to visit this stray kitten in a park near U.A. He feeds all the time too. He has little cat treats in his bag always. He doesn't even like cats that much, but he sees himself in the kitty. Weak and can't do anything about it (Aoyama deserves better.)

Sero makes the MEANEST avocado salads ever. Like actually godsent. It's avocados, tomatoes, red onions, bell peppers, cucumbers, cilantro, parsley, garlic, black beans, jalapeno, lemon juice, olive oil, salt and white pepper, and queso fresco all tossed together. (Yes, I memorized the recipe because I wanted to make it in my CR 😭)

Oddly enough, Koda sleeps really loudly. Like he snores, talks in his sleep, grinds his teeth, even clears his throat sometimes. He fell asleep in the common room once on a sat evening watching Princess and the Frog with Tsu and my god, everyone in the first floor could hear it, even on the second floor only it was a little more muffled.

Iida dresses wrong. Not bad, wrong. He doesn't dress ugly, in fact he's one of the most well dressed in 1-A. The issue is, he never knows what outfit for when so he either always ends up overdressed or underdressed. We went out to get groceries and he was wearing a first date outfit (He looked fine asf but like for groceries?? 😭)

I don't know how it happened but for some reason, Monoma and Yaomomo are friends. Like not frenemies or just acquaintances. Like real actual friends. They hang out sometimes and gossip with Kendo. He even tones down the 1-A hate passion canon in her presence, it's actually amazing to see.

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Hello! I'm hoping for some bed-vice that I didn't see in your FAQ or the BedTalk tag. A little over two years ago I bought a mattress-inna-box that seemed totally fine...until I spent the past 6 months sleeping on a different mattress, and have now come back to mine with the realization that it's too firm for my upper back and shoulders. I happened to have access to a featherbed topper (down, maybe 2-3 inches) and when that is fully fluffed it seems to increase my comfort a great deal. The only trouble is that it compresses every night under my body weight, so every day I have to remove all the pillows and the duvet to rotate it and fluff it up again; it's tedious and imperfect.

Should I buy a foam topper and see how that goes? Should I bite the bullet and buy a whole-new mattress that I test out in-store, and try to "re-home" my relatively new but too-firm mattress? Is there a way to defy the laws of physics and keep my feather topper fluffy night after night? Am I bonkers that this mattress used to be perfectly good and is now taking up so much of my time?

Please advise 🙏

The feather topper can only be what it is, and nothing can keep down fluffed unfortunately.

Getting a topper is a $100-200 for an okay one that’ll still only last a few years. Only you can weigh your finances and decide if you wanna sunk cost it on the current bed with a topper or get one that feels right out the gate.

#ask ffs #bed talk #if the mattress is relatively new you could probably resell and recoup some of the cost

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labzenix · 2 months ago

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Pickle

Eddie X fem!hopper!reader

Summary : You and Eddie had been so careful, so how on earth did you end up with a positive pregnancy test?

Word count : 2.9k

Warnings : Teen pregnancy, pregnancy in general, vomiting, talks of abortion, pregnancy fears, birth, probably incorrect medical talk, sweating, brief mentions of sex, minute angst, MAJOR fluff, dad eddie, use of Y/N, use of petnames, not proofread and wrote at 4am.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You were fucked. Absolutely fucked. It was normal to sometimes have a late period or even miss it, due to stress, you could be anaemic, things like that happened to a lot of people.

But this was something else. After vomiting a few times you decided you’d rather be safe and just check. With a positive test in hand, you almost screamed and said every foul word that came to mind.

What were you going to do? You’d been so safe, how did this even happen. Sitting down on the closed lid of the toilet you sighed. Ultimately you got keep it or get rid of it.

You were 19 years old, you didn’t know what to do. What would people think? What would Eddie, you ever so sweet boyfriend, think? Your dad? Your sister? Oh god you were going to vomit again.

A sharp knock on the door cut that idea short, “Babe, you okay? You’ve been in there a while?” Eddie spoke to you.

“Uh .. Y-yeah, I’ll just be a minute Eds.”

“Okay babe, hurry though, dinners getting cold.”

Shoving the test into a draw, you ran your hands under some cold water, splashing your face. You were pregnant. And now you had to decide what to do.

Walking out into the lounge you found Eddie stretched out comfortably on the sofa, dressed in a wore metallic tee and some sweats. Pizza boxes lay on the table, you thought you’d have a cosy, stay at home date night.

Sitting next to him, you smiled. “Tuck in babe, it’s so good,” he said, taking another slice of pizza. Taking one for you self, you munched happily, that was until you reached a piece of pepperoni.

You heaved and dropped the food, running to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you. “Baby!” Eddie shouted in alarm, getting up quickly, following you. “Hey you okay?” he asked, carefully rubbing your back, and pulling falling strands of hair back.

“Yeah I’m okay. Sorry Eds.”

“It’s okay, let’s get you in to bed.”

“Just let me brush my teeth first,” he hummed and helped you up off the floor, flushing the toilet whilst you put toothpaste on the brush.

Helping you to bed, Eddie couldn’t help but be concerned, you hadn’t been yourself for a few days now. “I’m going to get you some water and a cold compress for you head, you look flushed. Get some pyjamas on okay?”

“Mhm, okay,” you mumbled to him as he left the room. Your body felt heavy and horrible.. You were so annoyed, you’d be looking forward to this pizza all day, and this little parasite just says no I don’t want that. How fucking rude.

A few minutes later you were lay in bed, under a blanket, eyes closed, trying to keep the nausea at bay. “Hey Sweetheart I’m back.” Eddie came and sat next to you, “Drink some of this.” He passed you the glass of water.

Taking a few slow slips, you felt the cold liquid soothe you straight away. “Rest you head baby,” he said, putting the cold compress on your forehead. “How you feeling?”

“Better now.”

“Good I’m glad.”

“I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

“Might be something to do with this,” you opened your eyes, to see the test in his hand.

“Shit Eds.”

“Hm. I’m assuming that’s what you were doing in the bathroom?” You nodded slowly.

“So um … what are you gonna do?” he asked.

“Well it’s up to both of us.”

“Not really. You’ll be carrying it, you have to deal with stuff like this. It’s up to you babe, no matter what you choose I’ll be right here,” he said softly, brushing your hair off the washcloth.

“I don’t know what to do. We’re basically kids ourselves Eds, we haven’t got a home, I’m only in my second year at college, we don’t have money. God Eddie I don’t know what to do. We were so careful!”

“I know Sweetheart, I know. It’s okay. How about we just think about it for a few days? I’ll call a doctor and get an appointment booked okay, we have time. Sound good.”

“Yeah. Thanks Eds.”

“Don’t need to thank me, this is basically my fault,” he chuckled.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Sat in the doctors office, you leg was bouncing, anxiety filling your veins. Eddie squeezed your hand softly, in a comforting manner. “It’ll be okay Sweetheart, no matter what happens. You got this, and I’ve got you.”

“Y/L/N,” you heard a voice call, standing up you saw a woman on the shorter side, a soft smile on her face, dark hair flecked with grey. “If you’d like to come in,” she said, motioning into the room behind her.

Eddie squeezed your hand again, and the pair of you entered. Shutting the door behind her, she began talking, “So you had a positive pregnancy test?”

“Yes, three days ago.”

“Well okay then, it’s very rare to get a false positive, but we will know for sure today. I’m going to have to run some bloods and a urine sample. Find out how far along you are,” she said softly, obviously noticing you weren’t as thrilled as you assumed most women expecting a child are.

“It’s okay to be worried, both of you. You’re young. Once we find out everything we need to know, I’ll give you some leaflets for different things. For if you decide to carry on with the pregnancy, or go down the other path. Either one is fine and completely your choice.”

The pair of you nodded at her, “Okay so I’ll take your bloods first if that’s okay?” You slid off your jacket and rolled up one of your sleeves, soon enough she had what she needed and was passing you a small bottle.

In the bathroom you sighed, this was really happening. You knew you wanted kids, and kids with Eddie for sure. You just didn’t expect it so soon, and she was right, you had other options. But what if you wanted this kid, you knew this child would be loved.

Even if your dad would be royally pissed off for a while, he’d love the kid. You had Wayne, El, all the kids, Joyce, Nancy, Steve, Robin. And most importantly, you had Eddie, you knew this child would be loved by him. By you.

Maybe love was enough.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Lay on a bed with your shirt pulled up just under your breasts. You inhaled sharply as cold gel was put on your growing bump. “Sorry sweetie,” the nurse chuckled.

Soon enough a small image appeared on screen. Your little pickle, or so Eddie had been calling them as that’s been your main craving for the past 20 weeks.

He smiled softly, squeezing your hand, unable to take his eyes off the screen. “Baby’s looking very good. Nice and healthy. Here is their head,” The nurse said, pointing out little parts of your baby.

“So one of my biggest questions for you today is, would you like to find out what you’re having?” she asked. You and Eddie didn’t really mind, you’d loved them no matter what, but you both knew you were too impatient to wait.

“Yes please.”

“Okay then, let’s see,” moving the probe around your bump. “Ah here we are, they’re very compliant,” she complimented, “Most little ones like to hide away at this point, make it difficult for me to find out.”

You and Eddie let out a laugh at that, this whole experience so far has been incredible. Minus the vomiting and feeling tired. Feeling your baby kick for the first time had been surreal.

“Okay so, you’re having a very happy and healthy baby girl. Congratulations.” You looked at Eddie, his eyes glassy, “Our little pickle is a little lady,” his voice broke.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Eds go, have fun. We both need a night with our friends.”

“Yes I know I know, but you’re just so close to having our pickle. I get worried if you go and pee alone.”

You laughed, “I did realise that.” Running your hands in his curls, you smiled. “We’ll be fine, and if anything happens, I’ll get the girls to call okay?”

“Okay.”

He kissed your bump and then your forehead. “I love you.”

“We love you too.”

Soon enough Eddie had left, and Max, Nancy, Robin and El had appeared. You’d wanted a girly night, kind of like a relaxed baby shower. “I can’t believe I’ll be an auntie soon,” El clapped her hands together.

“You’ll be the best auntie,” you smiled, hand on your very large bump. You were due in a few weeks and boy were you ready. Swollen breast, feet, aching back, stretched skin. You’d forced Eddie to stand and lift your stomach for a good few minutes a few days back just to help your spine.

Your little one had also taken a liking to kicking your bladder. Sitting besides Nancy, you picked at some potato chips, humming at the salty flavour.

“Thank you guys for coming, this feels like the first normal night I’ve had in like … 8 months.”

“Of course, and I brought movies,” Robin said, pulling a selection out of her bag.

“So are you prepared for this little lady making her appearance?” Nancy asked, motioning to your tummy. “I think so. We’ve had the bag packed for like a week, but I don’t think we’ll really know until she’s here.”

“I’m excited. When she’s big enough can I teach her to skate?”

“Course Max, I was hoping you would.” The red head hummed in contentment, pulling a a bowl of popcorn towards you and El.

A lot had changed in the last few months, Hopper and El had moved in with Joyce, leaving the cabin vacant. Bursting into tears when your dad handed you the keys, you blamed it on hormones. It’d be strange living without your dad, sister and Wayne, but they had visited regularly.

The cabin was now your home, you and Eddie painting Els old room a pale purple. A rocking chair, crib, cupboards filled with clothes and toys. Of course she’d spend the first few months in with you and Eddie.

Everyone had been so great, Steve and Jonathan had helped Eddie build the crib. Will painted the walls carefully, making it look beautiful. The other three boys, Mike, Lucas and Dustin had worked together to make a dragon mobile for above their crib.

You’d never felt so much love, Joyce had been around a lot too. Her being one of the few mothers you knew, comforting you when you were stressed and tired and laughing with you when you were happy.

Then there was El, Max, Nancy and Robin. Those girls were your saviours. Constantly keeping you company, making you smile, getting you emergency pickles at 1am.

Your dad surprisingly wasn’t annoyed at all, he was happy for you. He was over the moon, couldn’t wait to be a grandpa. Similarly to Wayne, who of course would also take that title.

And then of course there was your Eddie. He’s been your rock. When you’d cried out of discomfort, or fear or just cried for the sake of crying. When you needed, hugs or massages … or other things …

He’d been perfect. He was always perfect. He was going to be the best dad.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“I’ll be back in a minute ladies, little miss wants me to go to the bathroom again,” you laughed, pushing up from the sofa and waddled to the bathroom.

You couldn’t wait to stop doing that, Eddie teased that you were becoming a duck. Quacking as you walked. Rubbing your stomach softly, you smiled, you couldn’t wait to meet her.

A sharp pain shot through you. “Oh fuck, ow,” you exclaimed. You looked down, that wasn’t pee.

Shit. Your waters had just broke.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Hello, Harrington residence,” Steve spoke.

“It’s Robin, put Eddie on.”

“Munson it’s for you.”

“Hello?”

“It’s Robin.”

“Hey Robs, what’s up?”

“Okay, so like, don’t panic or anything. Y/Ns gone into labour, Nancys driving her to the hospital right now. So you should go there. Like right now.”

“Shit!”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Fuck it hurts,” you cried, clinging on to Eddies hand. “I know baby I know. But guess what, soon it’ll be all over, and you’ll be holding our little baby.”

“I don’t think I can do this Eds, ow,” you screamed as another contraction went through you. “You can. I know you can, you are the strongest girl I know. You can do this.”

“Just a few more pushes and she’ll be here,” a doctor spoke. “Hear that Sweetheart, you’re almost there. Just a few more, you squeeze me okay.”

“Okay,” you cried, gritting your teeth as you pushed again. “There we go, one more push and we’ll have her head!”

“Go on Sweetheart, big push,” Eddie said, kissing your sweaty forehead. You screamed in agony as you pushed again. The room went silent, you body felt numb. Soon a loud wail pierced the silence.

You let out a sob, she was here. Your baby girl was here.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

It was 3am and you were sat with your baby in your arms. 7 pounds exactly. Head already coated with her fathers crazy curls. Beautiful eyes.

She was now clean and wrapped up in her jammies and a blanket. Snoozing away happily, having just finished a feed from you.

After being passed for the nurses she settle quickly on your chest, not fussing much after the initial cries when she first arrived. A soft coo here and there.

The room was dark and quiet, you and Eddie just admiring her. “She’s so perfect,” he spoke softly. “Course she is, she’s ours.”

You’d had a few visitors, Eddie didn’t want to overwhelm you. So Grandpa Hop, Grandpa Wayne, Auntie El and Grandma Joyce had been in. All of them unable to stop smiling at the sight of your little family.

“I think I know what we should call her,” you said. “Hm?” Eddie questioned.

“Well you know how you called her pickle?”

“Babe we can’t call her pickle!” he laughed.

You did so too, shushing her as she whined softly at your chest’s movement. “Pepper.”

“Pepper?”

“Like picked peppers.”

“I love it.”

“Our little pickled pepper,” he smiled, kissing both of your heads softly.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

It’d been the first time you’d been away without your baby girl. It was frightening to say the least, but you and Eds were told by your family that you deserved it.

They’d paid for you to go on a weekend trip to Chicago for a getaway. It was great, you and Eddie went exploring and stayed up late. You caught up on sleep and other activities that had been hard to do whilst an inquisitive two year old was around.

You had to admit though you were both buzzing to see her. However, that excitement would have to wait for the morning, as the traffic had made you arrive after her bedtime.

Walking into your fathers home, Eddie called out quietly, “Hello?”

“Hey you two, did you have a nice time?” Joyce smiled. “It’s was great. Sorry we’re later than expected.”

“It’s fine, she’s been golden. You too deserved the break.” Soon enough Hopper appeared, a sleeping girl on his shoulder.

“Hey dad,” you smiled. He leant forward and kissed your cheek, then turned to Eddie to hand your daughter over.

“Eddie,” he smiled at the curly haired boy, whilst your own baby, with his exact hair snuggled into her dads neck. “I’ve missed her so much,” he laughed.

“She’s staying in our bed tonight, we’ve missed out on two days of cuddles,” you said. The older adults laughed, handing your her bag, and stuffed dragon. You were on your way home.

Placing her down in bed she stretched out on the large surface. She spent most nights in her own room, only joining you if she had a nightmare or there was a storm, or if mom and dad really needed a cuddle. It was one of those nights.

“I loved this weekend, but I’m so glad we’re home,” you spoke to Eddie.

“Me too, we should take her with us next time. She’d love the pizza.”

“She would, shockingly,” you thought back to your pregnancy, and how you couldn’t stomach it, but she loved it.

Similarly, even-though she was still your little pickle, she couldn’t even stand the smell of them. Laying down on the bed, Eddie pull her and you onto his chest.

She hummed, “Daddy?”

“It’s okay my love, mommy and daddy are here. Go to sleep.” She sighed, head resting comfortably over Eddies heart. Her curls tickling his nose.

You kissed him softly. “I love you Eds.”

“I love you Sweetheart.”

The three of you drifted off into a deep slumber, what a perfect little trio you were.

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