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HIII omg I love your sub satan fic it's so hot 😩 do you accept a request for sub Lucifer who loves being praised?? With Fem reader as well🙏

sorry for taking too long to reply! i've been busy with collage and so, but here it is!

PRETTY BOY

pairing: obey me! shall we date? — lucifer x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

📎 side note: english is not my first language, so sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes.

The only thing praises do to Lucifer is fulfill his ego. Makes him act more gracious that he already is as he gives a simple smirk as a response.

But your praise? His cheeks grow red before he even realize, his body starts to tremble and grows hot. «When did he start acting this way because of a human?» He asks himself everytime, but he already knows the answer, and it's because it's you.

Lucifer lets out a sigh as he puts the last archieve of the day in the pile with the others. You look up from your book, smiling as you see him relax back in his chair.

"Are you done?" standing up from the couch, you ask as you walk over to him.

"Yeah, finally" he answers with another sigh as one of his hands starts to undo his tie.

Without even asking ᅳbecause it wasn't necessaryᅳ you take a seat on Lucifer's lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaves a kiss on his cheek, close to his lips.

"Good job, Luci. I'm proud of you and your hard work" you coo softly as you start combing his soft hair with your hands.

His face stays unreadable for a few seconds, before it melts into a soft scowl as he moves to hide in the crock of your neck

"Please love, don't do that" he whispers, yet, with his arms, he pulls you closer to him as to indulge you to keep caressing him.

"Don't do what?" you ask between giggles.

"Saying those sweet words to me" he simply answers, his thumb starting little ministrations in the skin of your hip.

"Why? You deserve to know that you're doing great" you left another kiss on your boyfriend's forehead. "If you need reassurance I'll remind you everyday"

Lucifer stays quiet for a few seconds before speaking again from his hiding spot. "Actually, I think that's gonna make it hard"

You frown. "Make what hard?" you ask, genuinly confused. You move around, trying to pull him away to face you, but in the motion you feel what's hard.

His hard dick pokes the side of your thigh as he thightens the grip of his arms around you, still hiding his embarrassed face from you.

"Luci…did you get hard because of my praise?" you ask, stating the obvious. He didn't need to answer verbally, since his silence already did it for you. You laugh again, embracing him back. "Aww, Luci ~ that's so cute" you coo.

"It's embarrassing" he mutters, pulling away just as much so he can rest his cheek on your chest.

"Well, I think is the cutest thing ever" you leave a kiss on his head. "You're the cutest" you add.

Lucifer slowly pulls apart from you, looking up with cute teary eyes and blushing cheeks. He pouts his lips a little, and you know that's a sing that he wants a kiss.

Taking his face in between your hands, you push your lips against his on a soft kiss. At least, that's how it started. With every second passing by, Lucifer grows more needy and by his state of lust he can't even think of hidding it.

His gloved hands run all over you body, yet doesn't make any further moves, waiting for you to give the first step.

Pulling apart, you say the next words as if you read his mind. "Want me to help you out with your little problem, pretty boy?" you ask as you take his gloves out, followed by his tie.

"Please…" he whispers, black eyes following suit your every move.

"Good boy" you whisper, leaving another kiss on his cheek as your hand travels from his chest to the bulge in his pants.

He hisses softly as you caress his swollen cock over his dressing pants, looking up at you in hopes he gets another kiss. He's not that lucky, since you're busy teasing him where he's more vulnerable now.

"Such a hardworking man, always busy to even take care of himself" you coo softly as you undo his belt, followed by the buttons and the zipper.

Moving his underwear a little, his hard dick finally gets freed, making him gasp at the cold air. "Look at that, all pent up. Poor baby" you whisper, starting to caress him slowly.

Lucifer rests his head on your shoulder as you keep your ministrations slow, moving your hand along his length. He grews impatient, though does nothing about it since he wants to be your good boy.

"Do you always wait for me to take care of you, baby? Bacause you're too tired to do it yourself?" you ask softly, resting your cheek upong his head, your free hand caressing his cheek lovingly.

"Yes…want you to touch me. I love your touch" he whispers back, closing his eyes as he melts in your hands.

"Yeah baby, I know you do" you leave another kiss on his forehead as you start picking your pace. The Avatar of Pride throws his head back, moaning softly as his precum quickly becomes some kind of lube that makes the job easier.

Lucifer's office quickly fills with the wet squelching sounds of his cock and his soft moans that he tries so hard to muffle.

"Keep making those sounds baby. I love how you sound for me" leaving another kiss on his cheek, you chuckle at his embarrassed face and his attempts to hide his moans. "Come on baby, be the good boy you are for me and tell me how good I'm making you feel" besides your praises, your soft command affects his pact mark, and he speaks before he can even think about it.

"You make me feel so good, my love…I've never felt this good in decades. O-only you can make me feel this way" he confesses non-stop.

"Yeah? Only me?" you whisper.

"Only you" he whispers back.

You attack his lips again, finally picking a rather fast pace as your free hands moves under his shirt and starts toying with his chest.

His moans dies on your lips as he pathetically humps your fist, trying to get even more friction that you're giving him, feeling the pleasure in his low stomach as he's about to cum.

"Please darling…" he whines, erratic breathing because of the kiss. "Can I cum? Please, please…" he begs again and again, and you wish anybody could see Lucifer Morningstar in this state, but that's a sight for your eyes only.

"Go ahead love, make a mess for me" you allow along a kiss to his nose.

He spruts ropes of thick cum as you keep whispering in his ear how good he is for you and how well he takes it, making him shout even more embarrassing moans as he hugs you closer, feeling his legs starting to shake.

You stroke him through it until he's finally done, slowly taking away your cum covered hand to hug him back as he calms down.

"Are you okay?" you ask once you notice he's breathing normally again.

"Yeah…" he replies softly, still lightheaded after that strong orgasm.

"Do you want to take a shower and go to sleep, pretty boy?" you question once again as you kiss his forehead lovingly. He looks up at you with tired eyes and a soft smile.

"Yes please"

"Good boy ~"

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Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mma fighter!sukuna ryomen x femalecoach!reader

Part 4. Our Fight.

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Spynosis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Contents: Fighting. Sukuna being Sukuna. female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol) Warnings: Cursed words. Sexual harassment. Smut. Physical violence. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MNDI. +18. Word count: 4692 words. A/N: Hello, peeps! Long time no see. I just bought my first PC, so I can finally write without slamming my old laptop for it to work. This is a long one, so enjoy!

There was something about eating a simple cup of noodles in a hotel room after a tiring day of training. It was somewhat special and comforting, like a mother singing a lullaby before taking a nap. That cozy feeling of surviving another day of training before a big fight. Yuuji settled the kettle and prepared the cup of noodles in the small kitchen area of our hotel room. We bought them in a nearby corner store when we took our break from Sukuna’s training.

We slurped our feelings away and let our bodies melt away with the hot broth. I sighed as my back laid fully in the cuck chair that every hotel room has for some reason. Yuuji ate his noodles like he hadn't eaten in days. Our bodies ache for all the training, but we could finally relax in the small room.

“He is going to fucking kill me one of these days,” I sighed before grabbing a mouthful of noodles.

“Same. I don’t know how I have been able to keep up all these years,” Yuuji said with a weak smile.

“Gojo told me you guys have trained since you were little, how was Sukuna back then?” I asked with curiosity, putting my feet up in the closest furniture piece to get more comfortable.

“He was a menace. He is still a menace,” Yuuji giggled. “Our parents were so tired of his ratty and chaotic behavior that they sent him to a pediatrician. She told our parents that they had to find an activity for him to get his energy out. They tried everything. Mountain biking, climbing, dancing. He ended up liking kickboxing.”

“Damn. I feel bad for your parents.”

I could imagine a small Sukuna trying all of those different activities. Riding a dirt bike and acing every trick he could learn, even if that meant breaking a bone or two in the process. Being one of those kids who wants to try the hardest path on the climbing wall but falls over and over trying to prove himself he can do it. A smile appeared on my face when I pictured him trying ballet in a cute pink tutu. That would be adorable.

“They are really proud of him. Except for that time when he slept with Choso’s fiancé, of course. Dad was really pissed at him, but Mom tried to defend him,” Yuuji remembered as if it was yesterday.

“Your brother is still single?” I asked curious, trying not to be too obvious.

“Yeah. He told me it was hard going back to dating when he has trust issues,” he answered. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason. Just curious,”

“Really? I thought you liked him.” I coughed out the noodles from the shock. Maybe I was too obvious. Yuuji looked at me in shock. “Oh shit, you really like him. I was just joking.” I blushed immediately. I outed myself, just like that.

“I mean… he is kinda cute,” I said as I fake like he wasn’t the big deal.

“Maybe I can set you up on a date with him one of these days. What do you think?” Yuuji asked me.

“If Choso is okay with that, that would be great,” I answered. I really didn’t want to bother him if he was still healing from his brother's betrayal.

The night rolled in Dubai. Little by little, the city was shutting down under the cloak of darkness with a vibrancy that rivaled the stars overhead. The skyline, a jagged silhouette against the ink-black sky, was a testament to human ingenuity and ambition. The air was balmy, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of the sea from the Persian Gulf, mingling with the exotic aromas of spices and perfumes that wafted from the open doorways of the bustling souks.

A ping on my phone woke me up in the middle of the dark room. I grabbed it weakly to check what it was. The white screen flashed my eyes for a second, blinding me. My eyes blinked a couple of times to get used to the light. It was a message from Sukuna who was responsible for waking me up.

Cocky Bastard: Come to my room.

I looked at the time on my phone. 2:31 am. “This bitch…” I thought as I sat on the edge of the bed and slid my slippers in while yawning. I put my hair up in a ponytail and grabbed a hoodie to cover the fact that I was in pajamas. I was getting out of the room when my phone pinged again.

Cocky Bastard: Now.

“It better be important, or I’ll fucking kill you,” I thought as I typed angrily an answer.

You: Omw.

The hotel halls were an embodiment of luxury and tradition, where polished floors and golden lantern lights welcomed me into a clear path to Sukuna’s room at the other end of the hall. Ornate lanterns cast intricate shadows on walls adorned with rich tapestries and art, bridging ancient and modern worlds. The air, perfumed with jasmine and sandalwood, carried the blend of traditional Arabic melodies and contemporary tunes, adding to the ambiance.

A slam on the door woke my body up in a survival instinct. The sound of clicking heels against the marble floors were coming right to me. A beautiful and hot woman in a stunning red dress walked angrily past me while mumbling something to herself in Arabic. She was fuming. I wanted to help her, but I don’t think we spoke the same language.

I got to the room and knocked on his door three times like a secret code. He yelled to get in from the other side, naturally, I followed his order. The elegant living room of the most expensive suite of the hotel welcomed me with open arms. I walked in to see Sukuna drinking some red wine in the hotel’s comfy bathrobe.

“What the hell are you doing up at this time? You should be resting,” I scold him as I get to him. I tried to take the glass of wine out of his hands, but he pulled it away. Instead, he poured another glass for me.

“I’ll get straight to the point. I am a little bit desperate, you see,” Sukuna scoffed as he pushed the glass of wine to me without looking. “I have a luck ritual before every fight, I have to have satisfying sex before the fight to win.”

Oh, that's what it was… Was Sukuna really asking me to fuck with him? I was only his coach. I didn’t know he could see me with those eyes. Maybe he was really that desperate. The red wine was tempting me, I really needed alcohol in my system after hearing that.

“So you want to fuck with me?” I asked bluntly.

“‘Want’ is a strong word. If I wasn’t in this situation, I wouldn’t fuck you. You are not my type at all. I like petite girls I can easily break,” he scoffed. For some reason, that last comment made my blood boil. “It’s just to avoid my jinx. I won’t ask you to do it again.”

I was about to suggest hiring a prostitute, but I remembered we were in a very conservative country. There were very strict laws against prostitution, so looking for one would be an impossible task.

“Fine, I’ll do it,” I said as I grabbed the glass and stirred it to oxygen the maroon liquid.

“That’s all the convincing I need to do?” He asked, a bit surprised.

“At least that way, you won’t fuck another person’s fiancé.” Sukuna laughed, clearly offended.

“Yuuji told you?… That bastard.” He smirked, not believing his little brother would tell on him with his own coach.

“Yuuji told me about your jinx, so I believe you,” I said before gulping down the wine in one shot. “Since this is a one time thing, let’s get this done then.” I said before pushing him by the chest, cornering him back against the counter to kiss him.

Our lips collided into a frenetic dance to show each other who was really in control. We tilt our heads to deepen the kiss and reach for our tongues. He bit my lower lip to pull me closer to his face. His hand reached for my scalp to pull my head closer by my hair. My sneaky fingers snaked around his neck and shoulders to grab the back of his pink hair to make him behave. We were two wild dogs whose owners were pulling on their leashes to control them.

His big hands wrapped my waist to turn the tables. Sukuna pulled me up to make me sit on the cold kitchen counter. I grabbed him by the robe to keep him in place. Kissing Sukuna was like surviving in a thunderstorm. It was fierce and strong, but oddly warm once you get to the coldness. He grabbed me by my ass to pull my pelvis to his crotch. He was too damn good at this for his own good. I could feel my panties getting wet.

“I didn’t know you were such a slut,” he moaned against my lips. I pulled away to slap him across his face. He smirked, surprised by the sudden act of violence.

“I am sorry, did that hurt?” I asked in a fake innocent voice.

“Oh… you’ll fucking regret that,” Sukuna spat as he tossed me over his shoulder and spanked my ass. I squealed and covered it as I could with my hands. “I am sorry, did that hurt?” He imitated me. I scoffed in shame.

Sukuna took me to the sofa and tossed me in it. He quickly removed his bathrobe to expose himself to me. I took a quick scan of him. His fluffy pink hair was a mess with black hair poking underneath. His massive pecs were shaved and ready for tomorrow’s show. He had perfectly toned abs to die for, but what really surprised me was the star of tonight’s show, his massive thick cock. I was long and meaty, perfectly straight. With that cock, he could be a porn star. I couldn’t help but gulp with worried eyes.

“Don’t be scared, it doesn’t bite,” he said while stroking his already hard cock. “Quick. Take off your clothes,” he demanded.

“You are the one with the jinx, not me,” I barked, offended. “If you need to fuck me, show it.” He rolled his eyes and got close to me.

“You are such an annoying brat.”

He unzipped my hoodie, took off my shirt, slid down my shorts and ripped my underwear off me. Sukuna didn’t want to waste any time on a meaningless task. Once my whole body was exposed to him, he manhandled me to make me bend over the couch. He gripped my thighs hard to shove his monstrosity in one back shot. I gasped for air. It was too big. I opened my ass so it could fit better in me.

“Take your hands off there,” he spat as his hands grabbed both of my hands to put them behind my back. “I’ll have to teach you some fucking manners.”

That first thrust almost killed me. It was powerful and desperate. From the very beginning, he wanted to go all fucking in. I moaned every time he shoved his dick in my poor pussy, which wasn’t ready for a massacre. I opened my legs wider to give him better access. The slight pain was fading away with each thrust as my body was getting used to his stiff stick.

“You are going to fucking kill me… ‘kuna…” I moaned in despair as my breasts and ass cheeks bounced in perfect synchrony.

I was used to getting beat, punched and kicked, but this felt completely different. He was beating me to an addictive rhythm I could barely resist. The worst thing about it was that I didn’t want him to stop. His cock was hitting every inch of my intimacy so good that I just needed more. I felt full, but I could eat some dessert.

“Fuck, you are taking me better than that hoe I hired,” he groaned as his hips were hitting my ass in deep strokes.

“So, I wasn’t the first option…” I thought. I was a bit disappointed. I shouldn’t be. Sukuna was horrible enough to not want to fight another woman over him, but my competitive soul wasn’t happy with it. I knew I wasn’t a sexy bombshell, but I was pretty enough to be the first option. Shit, I was really offended.

“Turn around,” Sukuna ordered as he pulled out of me to put me in another position.

When I turned, he freed me from his grip. This was my opportunity. I pushed him to make him sit down on the wood coffee table. He was clearly in shock. If he wanted to avoid his jinx, it would be under my conditions. One of those conditions was making him understand I am the top dog and not a simple bitch he could hire on a Tuesday. I grabbed him by his chin and pulled his face towards me.

“Open wide,” I demanded.

“Why would I do that?” Sukuna argued with a smirk. I pulled his hair hard to make his chin face me.

“I said ‘Open wide’,” I repeated myself, forcing him to open his mouth.

I was starting to get tired of his whining and his bullshit. He needed to learn some fucking manners. If this was the way I had to do it, fine. I’ll do it in my own way. Sukuna tried to close his mouth, but he was going to behave, like it or not. I spit directly on his tongue and closed his jaw.

“That wasn’t that hard, wasn’t it?” I asked him with a smirk. I could see in his eyes that he wanted to be offended by it, but he low-key liked it.

My hands pushed him so he could lay down against the coffee table. He tried to fight me to regain control, but I grabbed him by the wrists and pulled him further back so he could stay still.

“Just fucking relax for once. I’ll do the dirty work from now on,” I whispered against his ear. My tongue flickered around his earlobe, just for the funsies. Sukuna retaliated and tried to fight me over, but when he saw that he was already under my claws, he stopped.

My hips humped against his crotch, and his cock twitched against my pussy in excitement. I slid his dick on me slowly and pushed it deep. He wasn’t just handsome and had a fantastic physique, his dick was perfect as well. It was big and thick, but it wasn’t scandalous enough to be scared of it. He was the perfect man, too bad he had a shitty personality. No one was really perfect.

My hips ride his cock without mercy. It felt like heaven and hell at the same time. His moans and grunts were a clear sign that I was doing a good job. I could feel he wanted to free himself to latch onto my body, but I was in charge tonight. I moved in slow circles, and he jerked his head back in satisfaction. He closed his eyes and his toes curled as I rode him like a real cowgirl. My breasts bounced, following the rhythm of my movements. Wet and squishy sounds with our moans filled the air, creating a perfect symphony of lust.

His dick was pushing and rubbing every part of my insides. It was raw and rough. I was desperately getting myself dumb fuck with the new toy I just borrowed. I never felt more tired and alive at the same time. I haven't felt this way in a pretty long time. I had to make the most of it. The coffee table was creaking with every hard bounce.

“F-Fuck… I am so close,” he moaned under his breath.

“Do you want to cum in me, baby?” I asked him in an innocent tone. He nodded in response. I smirked and made a full stop.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He yelled at me with a slight blush on his cheeks.

“You need to ask for it nicely,” I asked. Sukuna frowned. “Say ‘Please, mommy. I want to cum.’” I got close to his face as if I was about to kiss him. “Just once, and I’ll let you cum all over this warm and slutty pussy,” I offered. Sukuna looked away. He was actually thinking of it. It was either saying the magic phrase or jinxing his own fight. I only saw an easy answer.

“Please, mommy… I want to cum…” He whispered while blushing intensely.

“I can’t hear you,” I said with a mischievous smile. Sukuna scoffed and bit his lower lip. He didn’t want to repeat himself.

“Please, mommy. I want to cum so bad,” he repeated, avoiding eye contact.

“Good boy,” I said before releasing his wrists. “Go crazy.”

He clasped his hands on my ass and made me ride him like I was just doing previously. He shook my hips up and down to ride him in a wilder rhythm, trying to compensate for the time we lost. The wood table was creaking and squeaking in pain. It didn’t take long for it to collapse, but that didn’t stop Sukuna. His hands continue bouncing my ass to his cock as he thrust against me.

“Just like that ‘Kuna…” I begged as I arched my back towards him. My nipples were rubbing against his pecs with each rough move. My legs were barely resisting. My eyes were tearing up from the power his cock held over me. He spanked me a couple of times as a celebration that he gained control over me. He pulled my hair to the side as he grunted to the rhythm of his hips.

“Sukuna!” I moaned as I drooled over his shoulder. The pressure and stiffness left so good inside of me. My tight pussy hugged his big cock every time he pushed it in. After a couple of wet strokes in, I felt it inside. His thick and warm milk inside of me. It was what I needed to reach the climax. His cum felt like that cup of noodles after training.

“Shit…” we both moaned as we relaxed our bodies.

I pulled slowly out of me and laid next to Sukuna on the broken coffee table. Our breathing and gasps filled the silence that always came with every climax. I came back to my senses after what happened. “I just fucked my trainee,” I thought as I closed my eyes, embarrassed. What have I done? I needed to go now. No one could find out.

“Where’s the bathroom?” I asked in a shy tone as I picked my clothes up from the floor. Sukuna pointed in the direction as he kept lying down on the table.

I ran to the bathroom and washed my face to fully wake up. I looked straight at my face in the mirror. The face of a slut. I gripped the zinc and sighed out loud. It was already done. I fucked him. It was a one time only thing. There was nothing I could do now.

“Just live with it,” I said before putting my clothes back on.

I exited the bathroom and looked for Sukuna to wish him a goodnight. I found him sleeping on the couch in just his bathrobe. “This dumbass will catch a cold,” I thought as I looked for something to cover him up.

I went to the fancy master bedroom to just grab a decorative blanket. I was just going to grab the blanket and go off, but something caught my eye. There was a Polaroid photo on top of his night stand. It was a cute picture of a little trio. Sukuna, Choso and Yuuji as kids at what appears to be a kickboxing tournament. They were wearing their cute sporty outfits and smiling as they showed their participation medals with pride. I knew he looked adorable.

Taking important photos everywhere is a habit only sensitive people have, like artists or musicians. I didn’t think Sukuna was the type of guy who kept memories like that.

Why did Sukuna carry something like this? I thought he hated his brothers. What made him act so cold towards them? I didn’t know, and I couldn't get answers. I didn’t care about the old Sukuna, I just needed the present Sukuna to behave. I placed back the picture where I found it and went back to the living room.

I placed the blanket on top of his massive body and moved around the cushions to make sure he would sleep well. His eyes shut, his chest going up and down from breathing and his fluffy messy hair was a delight to see. It was the first time I have seen him so relaxed. I wish I could see him more like this so he didn’t have to overwork himself.

“Why do you have to be an ass to everyone who cares about you?” I thought out loud.

The next day, under a starlit sky, the UFC Championship Night unfolded with electrifying intensity. The arena, alive with the roars of fans from across the globe who were watching live, set the stage for a night of unmatched athleticism and spirit. Fighters, embodying determination and skill, clashed in the octagon, their every move watched by an enraptured audience.

Between bouts, the energy never waned, as performances dazzled and discussions flourished among the diverse crowd. The main event, a pinnacle of strategy and strength, held spectators in a spell, culminating in a moment of pure triumph and emotion. As the night waned, the echoes of the event lingered, leaving behind memories of a spectacular evening where sport and spectacle had intertwined beautifully in Dubai.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the event that everyone was waiting for! Give it up for Sukuna “The King of the Ring” Ryomen!” The host welcomed him and his team to the big stage.

The Search by NF started playing as his anthem. His fans went crazy as he made his great appearance. He flexed his boxing skills with a couple of ghost jabs to warm up to the adrenaline rush of what being on the octagon meant. He looked focused and ready. I knew he was ready. I was confident he could beat Toji.

After last night, he ignored me the whole day. In the morning run, he avoided me. In the warm-up session, he didn’t even look at me. I didn’t know what I did wrong to deserve his cold treatment, but he followed the schedule I made, so I didn’t have any grounds to be mad at him. My legs could be weak, but my pride was strong.

After the medical and cheating check up by the referee, he got up on stage. Gojo, Nanami, Yuuji and I put ourselves by his designated corner, ready with our supplies for each round.

Toji and his staff made their own great entrance, and he got up to the octagon as well. The referee made them get close to recite the rules so they could bump gloves. After that, the real show was about to start.

“This is a no-blinking fight, everyone!” The commentator announced, and the public went crazy as the two strong fighters were about to clash. My palms started to get sweaty, and my eyes were focused only on him.

“Fight!” The referee announced, and they threw themselves at each other.

Punches, jabs and strikes cut the air in the tight space. Toji was the one who was building up his way to Sukuna’s space. He was conquering the fight little by little. Toji knew how strong Sukuna could be, he needed to take his time before he could kill him. After some minutes of teasing and a minute left on the timer, he went full beast mode on him. Sukuna wasn’t doing any offensive, he was just surviving being in the same cage as him. Gojo and Yuuji kept screaming incoherent instructions to him, but the public was so loud that Sukuna probably couldn’t hear him. Ten seconds on the clock and Toji connected a perfect jab to his ribs, taking air out of him.

The bell rang, and the referee separated them. Gojo, Yuuji and I quickly got inside the octagon to assist Sukuna for his next round.

“I thought you were in the winner’s team,” Toji yelled at me. I ignored him to get to Sukuna.

“You see what you have done? Are you trying to embarrass me?!” I yelled at Sukuna while Yuuji was showering him with water and put an ice pack on his ribs. My fighter looked at me with a frown. At least he wasn’t ignoring me now. “Now you are listening. You have to get closer. He has longer arms than you, he will rail you in boxing. Go for his legs, man!” I ordered, and he nodded, knowing I was right. “Make me proud, Sukuna.”

The next round started and Toji noticed the change in Sukuna’s attitude. He was wilder and straightforward than before, so he acted accordingly. They had three other rounds, but this was looking like the last one. Toji tried to connect a kick to Sukuna’s ribs, but his opponent took that opportunity to drop him to the ground. The audience stood up to get a better look at what was going on.

“Get it, Sukuna! Just like we practice!” I yelled at him with the highest pitch I could, so my voice would stand out.

Sukuna crawled and fought to get to Toji’s neck. “Is he going to do it?” I was shocked. He quickly got onto him to lock his opponent down against the mat with his legs around his neck and torso. Toji tried getting up, just like with Geto in his fight against Sukuna, but he wasn’t going to let him go so easily. Toji growled under his breath. He punched his sides, but Sukuna couldn’t give up. He latched his left leg on his right arm, causing Toji to turn around slowly.

“Oh my god…” I mumbled without losing eye contact with his physique.

“Is he…?” Gojo thought the same.

Sukuna made Toji turn on his belly. The black haired reached for his pink head, so he could only choke hold him in between his biceps. The euphoric screams from the audience kept getting louder as the fight got closer to the end. I saw Toji start to breathe with difficulty while his hands tried to loosen up Sukuna’s powerful grasp. He wasn’t going to let what happened in Las Vegas happen again.

After seconds of contemplating his options to win this, Toji noticed he had zero. It was over. He got him, so he tapped his arms three times to release him himself in defeat. The referee allowed it and Sukuna loosened up. The buzzer went off to indicate the fight was over, and the audience went wild.

“Did you see that?! I taught him how to do that!” I screamed in excitement to Yuuji who was as excited as I was to see his brother keeping his title.

Sukuna jumped over the fence to better hear the excitement of the public. The whole staff, the cameramen, and round girls entered the octagon to celebrate. The fighters got to the middle and the host announced Sukuna as the clear winner by technical knockout. Sukuna shook hands with Nanami, Gojo and Nanami in celebration.

“I knew you could do it,” I said, bear hugging him to piss him off.

To my surprise, he hugged me back. He was sweaty and clammy. His heart was rushing from adrenaline. His arms were trembling from exhaustion. I patted his back to show him my support. A smile appeared on my face when I realized that, for the first time, he was being sweet.

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foxaftershocks · 2 months

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I saw you were asking for prompts for lars pinfield and was wondering if you were interested in writing something where the reader is the oldest spengler kid(like 10-12 years older than phoebe) and she works with lars and its obvious to Lucky and Trevor that there's something going on between the reader and Lars but neither will admit it. This got so long, sorry.

No need to apologise. It wasn't that long at all. It could have been even longer lol

“Oi, Pinfield.”

Lars looked up as you sauntered over, hand in your back jean pocket. His eyes swept up your body, lingering a moment longer than was appropriate. Coming to rest against the bench, one hip cocked, you smirked down at him.

“You’ve got something of mine,” you said.

“Do I?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yup. You’re nothing but a common thief,” you replied.

“I think I’m rather uncommon, thank you very much,” he said, looking back to the wiring he was working on.

“Are you gonna give it back or do I have to plan a heist to reclaim my property?” you asked.

“Depends on what it is,” he said with a small shrug.

He glanced up at you from under eyelashes, lips pulling up at the corner. You lent closer, placing one hand flat on the bench in front of him. His chin tilted up towards you, blue eyes sparkling from behind glass.

“You’ve taken my soldering iron you bastard,” you said.

“Company property,” he replied, pursing his lips, “you have no claim on it.”

“Check the bottom,” you said, a hint of smugness entering your expression.

He sighed, picking up the soldering iron he’d been using only moments before. Your name was scrawled there, practically carved into the metal. His lips pursed again and you felt the need to bite down on your lower lip, holding back your laughter. Your shoulders shook once he looked at you, raised eyebrow saying everything you needed to hear.

“Hand it over, nerd,” you said, holding out a hand expectantly.

When he didn’t, you reached forward, trying to snatch it from him. Warm arms caught you, pinning your arms to your side, Lars’ face was so close to yours and as his head dipped you had the irrational thought he was about to kiss you. Your cheeks heated, a flush of warmth making you want to lean into him too.

“Possession is nine tenths the law,” he murmured, “and as far as I can tell, I’m in possession of it.”

You struggled against his hold, surprised when his arms tightened. You were practically pressed up against his body, his warmth seeping into your body. For such a scrawny man, he was so solid, strong enough to keep you from breaking away. Your giggles were soft, even to your own ears, and while this wasn’t what you’d been expecting, you never turned away from when Lars turned playful, despite how few and far between it was.

His chuckle was soft in your ear, holding you in place as you tried to get free. Caught against him you could smell the copper of the wiring and the laundry detergent clinging to his shirt. You pressed your face to his chest, trying to stifle your laughter but couldn’t. He froze for just a moment before he melted, his hold almost turning into an embrace.

“What’s this?”

You peeked around Lars, finding your younger brother staring at the two of you, a look of confusion and disgust mingling on his face. Pulling away, you put space between the two of you, feeling like a teenager caught by your parents with your boyfriend. A chill settled over you and you snatched the soldering iron from the bench, forgotten in your struggle with Lars.

“Lars is a rotten thief,” you said.

“Yes because I hug all the criminals I come across,” he said, his dry sarcasm only making your cheeks heat further.

“We weren’t hugging. I was… being restrained,” you said, struggling to find the words.

You couldn’t even look at the taller man, still standing so close to you. If you did, you were going to die of embarrassment.

“Right, well, now I’ve got this I’m going to…” You indicated over your shoulder with your thumb, “stop stealing my stuff.”

“Company property,” he muttered just loud enough for you to hear.

You didn’t acknowledge him as you slunk back to your own work.

Some time passed and you could still feel the ghost of his arms around your body, pinning your arms, his warmth still burnt into your brain. It left you feeling breathless, barely able to concentrate on your work. Which was increasingly becoming a problem with him. You were so distracted by him.

“So.”

You startled, so lost in thought you hadn’t heard your brother approach. He slid onto the stool beside you, resting his elbows on the bench. You ignored him, using the soldering iron you’d stolen back from Lars.

“What’s going on with you and the nerd?” he asked.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” you replied.

“Really? You looked pretty close earlier,” he said.

“You mean like you and Lucky?” You shot him a look, watching his shift uncomfortably in his seat, “because I’m pretty sure you say nothing is going on there too.”

While you let him struggle with the conundrum you’d put him in, you went back to your work. You’d lost enough time thinking about Lars and had to make it up.

A steaming mug was slid in front of you and when you looked up blue eyes were looking down to you. Curling a hand around it, your lips quirked up.

“Chocolate or crips?” Lars asked.

“Chocolate,” you replied.

“Too bad. I only have crisps,” he said, tossing a packet on the table in front of you.

“Duble bluff, I love potato chips,” you said, opening the bag of chips, offering him a grin.

“Hoover,” he chastised but there was fondness there. You basked in it, the little private smile you seemed to draw out in him.

“Since when do you drink tea?” Trevor asked, reminding you he was still there.

“A while now,” you replied.

“You don’t even like tea,” he said.

“Sure I do,” you countered.

You took a sip from the mug as if to prove your point. It was still too hot, burning your tongue. You kept your wince inside, giving your younger brother a pointed look. Lars snorted at your shoulder, stealing one of your potato chips before leaving you, hand squeezing your shoulder as he took his leave.

Usually he’d sit with you as you drank your tea and disappointment swooped in your stomach. Clearly he wasn’t interested in sitting with your brother as well. A spike of resentment at his continued presence was a surprise to you.

“You’re only pretending to like tea,” Trevor hissed.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” you snapped back.

“You want to impress him,” he said.

“I doubt drinking tea is what would impress him,” you said, taking another of the hot drink in your hands.

“So you have thought about it?” he was quick to ask.

“Don’t you have someone else to annoy?” you asked, “Lucky perhaps.”

“You don’t want to talk about it,” he said, as if it was a gotcha moment.

“How about you ask Lars about it? I’m sure that will go well,” you said with a roll of your eyes.

“Good idea.”

He hopped off the stool and you were grateful to be left alone. Especially since you knew Lars wouldn’t stand for having your friendship questioned by your baby brother. Sarcasm and wit were his weapons and you knew your brother would be eviscerated.

When you took your mug into the kitchen to wash up you found Lars already there, head bowed and faucet running. You snuck up behind him on tip toes, keeping as quiet as possible.

“Boo,” you whispered, right in his ear.

He jumped, whirling around towards you, a clatter of a dropped mug in the sink. Wet hands landed on your waist and for a moment you weren’t sure if he was going to shove you away or pull you closer. His brow furrowed as he looked down at you, hands tightening on you.

“Easily scared there, Pinfield?” you asked, lips pulling up into a smirk.

“You’re a terror,” he said but there was no fire behind it.

The way he was looking at you was making your heart flutter. The softness in his eyes, the small smile on his lips, the warmth of his palms seeping through your cotton t-shirt. Your teeth sunk into your lip and it looked as if his eyes darted down to it, darkening for a moment.

“What’s going on in here?”

You jerked out of his hold, wet patches showing through on your shirt. Lucky was leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed, raised eyebrow. Once again heat rose in your cheeks and you had to turn away, hip checking Lars out of the way from the sink. He plucked the mug from your hand, manoeuvring you out of the way again.

“Crickets,” Lucky said, sauntering in.

“Because there’s nothing to say,” Lars said, slow to begin washing the mug he’d brought you.

“Looked like something was going on,” she said.

You rolled your eyes, shoulder brushing against his as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. His head twitched in your direction but his eyes were trained on the mug in his hands.

“Yeah, this is convincing,” she said.

“Nothing was going on,” Lars said, voice a touch harsh.

You looked down, not wanting anyone to see the disappointment you felt at his words. You knew you’d been saying the same thing to Trevor but it sounded so much worse in his voice. Especially when the outline of his hands were still on your shirt.

“And you’re sticking to that story, are you?”

His shoulder brushed yours again and when you looked towards him, blue eyes were already looking back to you. You couldn’t read the expression on his face but you could take the mug in his hand, fingers brushing together. You placed it on the drying rack.

“Mm hm,” Lucky hummed.

“I’m not having this discussion again,” you said to her, “ask Trevor. I’m sure he’ll enjoy spilling the details to you.”

You stalked out of the room, not sure how you felt. A mix of emotions were going through your brain and all you knew was that you wanted Lars to follow you. Sometimes it felt like you always wanted him around.

“Seems as if people around here don’t have enough work to do if they’re talking about us.”

Lars had followed you. You pressed your lips together to keep the smile from spreading over your face. You’d walked into one of the deserted parts of the lab, not wanting to have to school your features with your emotions. Now the walls felt closer having him just behind you.

“They’re meddling,” you said, turning to look at him.

He was closer than you’d been expecting, barely a step behind you. You had to tilt your head up to look him in the eye. He lent towards you, almost hunching his shoulders to be closer.

“They have no right to do that,” he said and you couldn’t tell if he was upset.

“Yeah, I mean, this is between us. Like, our relationship is no one’s business. We’re friend so they don’t need to get involved. It’s not comment worthy,” you said, not quite sure what you were trying to say.

“Exactly. There’s nothing odd about us being friends,” he said.

You stepped back, leaning against the wall. In the isolation of the corner, it felt as if the rest of the world was so far away. It was easy to forget other people existed and somehow that made it worse. Talking about being friends with the man who haunted your thoughts made your stomach roil.

“Fuck it,” he muttered to himself.

He took the step towards you. Something in his eyes burned and you felt your breath catch when he looked down at you. Chin tilted down, staring straight at you, your entire body heated. If he was looking to make you burst into flames, he was going about it the right way. You looked up at him, lips parted as you waited for him to do more.

Swooping down, he claimed your lips in a searing kiss. You gasped, hands reaching up, grasping at him. His hands were back on your waist, pressing you against the wall as his body came to rest against yours. His tongue swept along your bottom lip before he sucked it into his mouth. You moaned, fingers burying themselves in blond curls, arching against him.

He groaned into your mouth, and when his tongue brushed against yours, your nerve endings sang. You shuddered, tugging on his curls until his leg slipped between yours and his teeth sunk into your bottom lip. His hands were holding you tight enough to leave bruises and you were sinking into him.

The rest of the world didn’t exist. You lost yourself in him. It was hot, the way he kissed you like you were the very breath he needed to live. Pressed so close together, there was no space between your bodies, nothing stopping you from feeling every taut line pressed to your every curve.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” he asked, lips trailing down your neck, whispered into your skin.

“Bet I can beat you on that,” you sighed, pressing him closer to you.

“The first time I saw you,” he mumbled, “you walked in here, so beautiful, and I’ve wanted to kiss you since.”

“No,” you said, pushing him away far enough so you could look at him properly.

“No?” He sounded so confused.

“Because that’s how long I’ve wanted to kiss you,” you said, already wanting to kiss him again. He was so gorgeous with his molten eyes and his kiss stung lips and his flushed cheeks.

“You mean we’ve wasted months not doing this?” he asked.

“Plenty of time to make up for it,” you replied, flashing him another smirk.

“I hope you realise I’ve fallen for you,” he said, head tipping forward until his forehead rested against yours.

“Snap,” you said, “because I’ve fallen for you too.”

This time when his lips pressed to yours they were softer, sweeter. You sighed into his mouth, melting from the care he was showing you.

“Ew.”

Typical for your brother to interrupt your sweet moment.

“Go away, Trevor,” you shouted before kissing Lars again.

“You’re both such liars,” he said.

“Leave now or you’ll see something you really don’t want to,” Lars called out.

Footsteps retreated fast and you giggled, falling forward, face resting against his chest. laughter rumbled in his own chest, arms sliding around you in a hug.

“I think you’ve scarred him,” you said, muffled against his chest.

“Serves him right for all the questions he’s been asking,” he muttered.

You looked up into his face, relieved at the smile tugging up the corners of his mouth. The way he looked at you was so soft, like he couldn’t quite believe he was there.

“He was right though,” you said, “something was going on between us.”

“I suppose it was,” he replied.

And when you kissed him again, it definitely felt like something was going on between the two of you.

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prentissluvr · 16 days

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OKAY HERE ARE SOME SAM THOUGHTS BEFORE I CLEAN MY ROOM (some platonic but mostly romantic)

loves getting his hair played with (romantically and platonically)

main love language is quality time

could have this giant on his knees if you compliment constantly (his looks or his personality) (mainly his personality) (he knows and is aware of how conventionally attractive he is but isn’t cocky about it) (like another winchester LOL)

runs warmer than the average human being so he’s your personal heater in the winter

but in the summer you make sure he stays far away from you bc man sweats A LOT in his sleep 😭😭

I HAVE MORE BUT I GOTTA CLEAN MY ROOM

ILL BE BACK LATER WITH DEAN AND MORE SAM 🤭🤭

djhJHFSKDJ SAMMMMM AAA okay okay bear with me while i go absolutely insane LMAO. like this is long LOL so i am gonna add a cw for anyone who stumbles upon our time of feeding each others delusions <3 i got carried away ahahahaha hehehehehe i'm normal about him tho!

wc: 1.6K. cw: kissing, a bit of swearing, brief mention of things trying to kill you bc that's the life lol, unedited

⟢ playing with his hair : do NOT get me started on sam's hair <3 it's always so pretty, and you have to make that known! sure, you do it out loud, but we'll get to the complimenting in a bit hehe. your favorite way of making it known (and definitely his) is by playing with it. constantly. and he can never get enough. sure, he gets embarrassed or picky about it around dean, like he does with just about anything romantic or sweet (mostly because dean won't ever let that sort of thing go un-teased). but he just loves so much to lay his head in your lap and let you thread your fingers through that pretty brown hair <33 it makes him feel so relaxed, and cared for in a way that doesn't feel overbearing or overly obvious.

and he loves it especially it because he knows that you do. he can feel you physically relax from under him when you sweetly run your hands through his hair, gently pulling apart any small knots and taking your time to take care of that gorgeous head of hair. he will also certainly melt and try to hide the pink tint to his cheeks when you reach for his hair unexpectedly, like when you lean in to fix a fly-away strand or full on card your hands through his hair when he's in the middle of research and didn't notice you approach.

also!! put your hands in his hair when he's kissing you!!! please!!! he's begging on his knees!!! god, he loves that so so much and he gets a secret ego boost because, once again, he can physically feel how much you love it too. he'll always kiss you harder when your hands move to tangle themselves in his hair.

gets embarrassed if you put little braids in his hair, especially as he grows older and it grows longer, but he can't resist how much it makes you smile, so he lets you get away with it if dean isn't around. and just imagine putting pretty clips in his hair LOL he pouts and asks you to take them out immediately, but not before kissing the smug grin off of your lips. will die and try his hardest to delete them if you ever get pictures of him like that, but you keep your blackmail well protected hehe.

as for platonically, that is facts! he thinks its very sweet if you're his best friend or sibling! it's not as big a thing as it would be in a romantic relationship, but he'll love to have his hair played with by anyone willing <33

⟢ love language; quality time : this is like almost sad and especially sweet at the same time because the poor boy has no time to spend much quality time with you. but again, this kind of makes this whole thing sweeter because that means each moment is just that much more precious. obviously, he'd love to be spending quality time with you by going on dates in the park, taking you to a nice restaurant that's not too stuffy, or something even as simple as taking you to the movies. but those things are hard to do, so to him, any time spent with you without the presence of something trying to kill you can be turned into that precious quality time.

for him, it's about sitting on the couch with your legs strewn over him or his head on your lap or yours on his shoulder (really any sort of thing keeping him connected to you) as you pour over lore books. it's about the seamless exchange when the two of you figure out how to kill your monster or save the world together. it's about posing as fbi to get answers and slipping his hand into yours when no one's looking or grabbing a decent breakfast together before the start of a busy day. all he cares about, the things he treasures, are you falling asleep on him in the back of the impala because he gave up shotgun to sit next to you, taking months, maybe longer to get through one season of a tv show together, and always taking even just a small moment out of a busy day to be together.

⟢ complimenting him : it's true that he needs less assurance about his looks because he certainly is aware that he is fine as fuck. but let's definitely establish that he adores to hear praise about his looks specifically from you because duh! he's in love with you and you're the only one he cares about!!

but yeah, when you compliment his personality, his sweet, loving, courageous hot sometimes completely idiotic and frustrating self?? oh he's done for. he's honestly far less used to that. when you're half asleep, and you murmur into his chest that you think he's so smart, kind, funny, loving, and brave and that you couldn't be more proud to be his? he's complete mush in your arms, he can't believe it.

"that's all you, baby," he'll refute, and you'll certainly grow bashful under his compliment, but you want him to accept it, at least a little bit. "i mean it, sammy, i really do." your voice is all soft and sleepy, and oh so earnest that he can't help the aching of his heart. "i know you do," he'll whisper, suddenly emotional and not wanting you to hear it. "i'm just glad you think so. i'll always do my best to be those things for you," and that's the kind of thing he only admits when the sole light in the room comes from a dim, clouded over moon and your head is tucked under his chin so you can't see his face. he means it, of course, but he's not used to such vulnerability and blatant adoration.

he'll clench his jaw when you tell him you know that, but that it's true that he's all those things and more for so many people, the few close ones, and all the ones he passes by and does his best to save. he doesn't fully believe you, he's got a lot of guilt built up in that sweet mind of his. and it's true he's not perfect, but you never said that. all you're trying to tell him is that you love who he is, so much, and he can never thank you enough for that.

bonus, he really really loves when you tell him you think he's funny. it's definitely an ego booster, plus he loves loves loves to know that he can always make you smile and laugh.

⟢ your personal heater : this is literally sooo true. he's so big with so much body mass that he'd have so much body heat to give off. but i so agree that on top of that, he'd also totally be on the warmer side. if you're naturally warm as well, then you two are an unstoppable force in the winter time (the both of you are lulled to sleep by the other's body heat in a matter of minutes). either way, he'll always envelope you in hugs when it gets cold because he knows it'll warm you up right away. he doesn't have to ask to know when you're cold, because you'll always press yourself to him, maybe grabbing his arm and pulling it around yourself before even saying a thing to him.

"you cold?" he'll ask sweetly, and after feeling your nod and hearing your muffled "mhmm," he's quick to wrap his other arm around you too and pull you closer.

for the folks with cold hands like me, he's always trying to warm them up with his own. whether you've slipped your hand in to his just to be near and they're particularly chilly, or he can see you trying to warm your hands up yourself, he's quick to take up both of your hands in his to warm them up. when he grabs up both of your hands, he'll pull them to his chest and hold them there until he's satisfied they're warm. he'll look into your eyes and talk about something completely unrelated, all casual as if he's not making you flustered. other times, he'll warm up one hand at a time, encasing it in both of his own, rubbing it and blowing warm air on it before gently slipping it into his warm, warm pockets and moving on to the other.

also, if he finds out your face is cold, he'll cup your cheeks with his large, furnace hands or full on just pull your face into his head or neck to warm you up that way.

but yeah😭😭 summer can be a lot less pleasant. if you manage to have cold hands even in the summer (i could never i wish), he'll try to steal the coolness from your hands and you'll be like oh my god please stop i'll die LOL.

and you're like nooo babe of course i want to sleep with you, you just have to stay as far away as possible and never touch me because it might burn me to death. if he's tired and touch-starved younger sam will pout at you and tell you he just wants to cuddle. later seasons sam just won't take no for an answer and will just pull you to him until he gets too hot himself lmao. he'll make sure there's a fan on you first and a glass of ice water on your bedside. basically he loves that he's warm in the winter because it brings you closer to him, then gets pissed about it in the summer because you don't want him too close unless there's sufficient a/c or some other form of ventilation to make it cooler lol.

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toxicanonymity · 4 months

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Hey, this person has directly credited you as their ideas for their character bots

https://poe.com/pedroxo

[ Background: an account made AI bots of my fics and others to various extents. I had an anxiety attack quietly watching Tumblr melt down over this topic. When the dust settled, this post was the first and last I said about it to address continued inquiries. ]

unauthorized AI Bots of fics

Thank you everyone who kindly let me know about the >25 unauthorized bots using content from my fics.

Listen, I strongly relate to the desire to talk to these characters - I've said it before. I appreciate how invested someone must be to go to all this effort, and I appreciate the credit. But it's not right and I'm not comfortable with it. You may not realize what it feels like to the writer. It feels like a violation.

Unfortunately, this wasn't the first incident for me. Someone once made a bot of my fic 4 days after I publicly said not to in response to an ask. I didn't find out until it had almost 1k "chats" and you'll see I use that term very loosely under the cut.

I've said don't do this, and it's in my masterlist. I've even shared my anxiety about being so slow to update that people take matters into their own hands. I'm not really sure what else to say. I'm tired.

Please don't do this. And when you see chatbots built on fics, please alert the writers.

IMPORTANT The bots are down. I don't want the person to be harassed - i think that's obvious based on my tone from the start.

Beyond these, there were more bots from night walks, slasher, and stepdad, ones from Raider and Speakeasy and even a few from hypotheticals I published like when stepdad goes to jail for indecent exposure or when you aren't getting wet for raider joel.

Night Walks: Original, Soaked

Left in Lincoln pt. 1; jalbird

Slasher: Midnight Tow, Stop Playing

Stepdad: Clock, Ring Doorbell

Sorry I was too overwhelmed to do the IMG text on each of these but it's basically just snippets from the works listed.

After being contacted, the person copied and pasted a message to multiple writers saying they were sorry, didn't know what they were doing, were deactivating their acct. They asked to spread their message, and said have an amazing day/night.

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Past Incident

IMGs: 1) I answered an ask August 16 saying no. The asker had "offered" to credit me. 2) August 20, someone made a bot without credit. This is worse imo and suggests trying to hide their actions.

I told a lot of people about this, but it was an isolated bot unlike the profile discovered 2/23.

IMG: comparison of left in lincoln text to the bot.IMG: A seven paragraph narrative bot output. Obviously failed my test if you've read the fic.

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ANYWAY

If you're not already on ao3, I recommend signing up. This isn't a threat to leave, but I may not put everything on Tumblr forever. My AO3 profile.

Edit: I like tumblr because I like answering lore and questions and getting thots, plus my blog is very multimedia with many awesome contributions from different people. Please help keep it that way, because your interaction is why I'm here. I value everyone's engagement here.

For many reasons, I'm less and less comfortable with Tumblr being the primary home for all my writing. I'm aware people can still take things from AO3, but not as easily. I'm trying to be nice by preemptively suggesting people sign up on AO3 if they want to read everything. If it's not worth the trouble to you, just don't do it.

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Ty very much to those who have been supportive and checked on me. It means a lot. I will admit this made me put on a hat and cry in public lol.

feel free to rb this because idk if everyone realizes the extent of this or how jarring it can look.

#cw discourse #anti ai #taps mic

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diazsdimples · 6 months

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Fuck It Friday!!

Tagged by @theotherbuckley @wikiangela (go check out her new Christmas fic!!!) and @steadfastsaturnsrings please go read all their wips right now!

Today I have a bit of Buck and Eddie's first meeting for the Single Dad's AU!! This bit is a work in progress and will probably be tweaked a bit so would appreciate some feedback (please be nice lol, it's been a long week)

Snippet under the cut (it's a bit long but what's new!)

Buck’s standing outside Carrie’s classroom when he notices the new guy.

It’s not weird, okay, but Buck knows all the parents of kids in both his daughters’ classes and he’s positive he hasn’t seen this guy before. He wouldn’t forget someone so perfectly handsome quite so easily.

The man looks a little apprehensive as if this is the first time he’s done pick up before (and maybe it is, Buck doesn’t know the guy and he’s not about to judge), and Buck instantly remembers what it was like for him when he picked Carrie up from her first day of school. All the moms had flocked him like hungry chickens and grilled him about why he was there, who was his kid, where was his wife, questions that he got all too often as a single dad, but it didn’t make them any easier to answer.

He figures, if this guy is going through half of what Buck went through on his first day of pick up, he’s gonna need a friend.

Buck takes a breath before making his way over to where the guy is standing. He’s hot, that much is blatantly obvious. He’s not overly muscular but the muscles he does have are beautifully toned as though carved painstakingly out of marble. He’s got a light dusting of stubble on his jaw and his hair is fluffy and is styled into what Buck reckons the guy hopes looks like a casual quiff. His hair and eyes are both dark, like melted chocolate, which is unfortunate because that is exactly Buck’s type. In summary: he’s a fucking god.

Buck can definitely be normal about this.

He clears his throat nervously before taking another step closer.

“First time at pick up?”

The guy’s head flicks up so fast Buck swears he can hear it click. “What was that?”

“Is this your first time at pick up? I just – I haven’t seen you here before, not that I’m keeping track but I know most of the parents here, so I was just curious when I saw you and –“ Buck swallows. He’s rambling, like an idiot, and the guy is looking at him with an expression that looks to be a mixture of confusion and amusement, as if he can’t quite figure out if Buck’s a threat or just some dumbass that won’t shut up.

“Sorry, I swear I’m not weird, I’m just –“ Buck holds out his hand. “I’m Buck. Well, Evan, but everyone calls me Buck.”

A wide grin spreads across the guy’s face and Buck heaves a sigh of relief as he takes Buck’s hand, shaking it firmly. His hands are warm and calloused, a sure sign of a man who’s good with his hands. Buck tries very very hard not to think how good he might be with his hands.

“Eddie,” the guy replies, his teeth flashing as he smiles, “Eddie Diaz. Yeah, first time at pick up. Yesterday was actually my kid’s first day here but my Abuela got him.”

Buck leans against a pillar and him and Eddie quickly strike up a conversation. It’s clear the poor guy’s frazzled as hell, Buck learns quickly about how Eddie’s new to town (to be fair, Eddie doesn’t provide all this unprompted, Buck’s asking him a load of questions and Eddie indulges him with answers), how he’s been struggling to find somewhere for his son, Christopher, and how he’s trying to navigate life as a single dad. Buck can certainly sympathise.

“Yeah, I get you, when Carrie and Lily’s Mom died, I had no idea what I was going to do, but we worked it out. They’re such great kids -”

A flash of recognition passes over Eddie’s face. “Wait, you’re Carrie’s dad?”

Buck pauses, mid-sentence. “Uhhh, yeah?”

Before he has a second to breathe, Buck’s being pulled into a bone-crushing hug, and it knock the air out of him. He makes a surprised “mmfff” into Eddie’s shoulder and he pats his back, a little bemused, until Eddie releases him.

“Sorry,” he says gruffly and Buck swears he sees the slightest hint of a tear behind Eddie’s eyelids. “It’s just – Christopher told me how she stood up for him in class yesterday and he was so happy, he’s never had a friend like that before. You’ve done an amazing job with her, man.”

Buck can’t help but swell a little from the praise. “Yeah, she’s a great kid, I’m so lucky she’s mine you know. And she told me all about Christopher yesterday, she’s so excited to have him in her class. Apparently, he’s her new best friend.”

Eddie laughs loudly at that, the noise warming Buck’s chest and spreading through his fingers. “Yeah, well, that’s seven year olds for you.”

(No pressure) tagging @daffi-990 @hippolotamus @rainbow-nerdss @loserdiaz @malewifediaz @thewolvesof1998 @jesuisici33 @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @housewifebuck @disasterbuckdiaz @callmenewbie @cal-daisies-and-briars @wildlife4life @spotsandsocks @smilingbuckley @fortheloveofbuddie @nmcggg @fruitandbubbles @watchyourbuck @fionaswhvre @evanbegins @buckbuckgoose @bucksbackwardcap @aspecbuddie

#single dads au #single dad buck #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #911 abc #911 buddie #911verse #911 fanfic #eddie x buck #911

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r0-boat · 1 year

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please. pleasw give me nsfw headcanons for jacq. i love that silly man

Oh man I was going to do headcanon for this guy but I forgot thank you for reminding me!

Jacq sfw & Nsfw headcanons

Sfw

encouraging which is weird because His sense of humor is self-deprecation, but he'll get mad at you if you do it to yourself.

Extremely clumsy, he'll be trying to impress you and then stub his toe, or after baking you something he'll immediately drop it. Forget about papers as soon as he puts them away. Walk into a room then forget why he's here.

Sends you random pictures of random things when he's bored with little to no context. Yeah he has the Gen Z humor.

Extremely sweet Boyfriend btw, super polite. He does have his tired 'I'm going to spam you with the same meme' Gremlin moments, but most of the time he's very relaxed and easy-going.

Texting Jacq is very different from in person Jacq that's like the best way I can describe it.

Extremely impatient if you tell him that you have a surprise for him he will think about it all day.

forgetful, so he always carries around a notepad or sticky notes but he just forgets those too : (.forgets to eat for several hours because he's extremely hyper fixated on his work. Please help this man he's in trouble.

Genuinely very curious, when he wants to know something he'll make sure he knows everything about it. Which makes his brain full of absolutely useless information that he doesn't need. So he'll just tell you randomly.

"baby! Did you know-"

Is a nerd and has alot of game/anime t-shirts

Nsfw below

Don't bully him. He will cum. Huge degradation kink.

Loves being degraded, but he'll praise you, physically can't degrade you back. Every time he tries it just melts into mindless praising.

Jacq has a high sex drive. He's just really good at hiding it. He tries not to think dirty thoughts about him sliding himself inside of you or you bending him over the table when he's at work because once your naked form is on his mind, he won't stop himself; suddenly, he'll have piles of Unfinished work.

Closet perv too. Listen, this man is thinking some really horny, kinky thoughts. Like I said he's really good at hiding it. You probably won't even notice until he tells you how much he thinks about you milking his cock dry with your hand. He's surprised that you're surprised; to him, he was being obvious.

he'll definitely leave you surprised when he asks you to sit on his lap, and look in the mirror, and watch as he bounces you on his cock.

He's so shy his first night with you, he gives you a small smile asking if you would like to try something for him. You smile back saying "yes my dear anything~" your soul leaves your body when you see something metal around your wrists

Switch he wants to feel himself deep inside of you as much as the next dom, but most of his fantasies come from you domming him, that doesn't mean he doesn't think about doing kinky dirty stuff with you. He is less willing to share his fantasies and Kinks. As much as he loves the idea of you crawling under his desk in his office and giving him head highly unlikely that he's actually going to try it. People still think he's a shy virgin and he rather keep it that way.

When he dirty talks it's mostly all talk because he's afraid that you might not like it when he actually does it to you.

Phone Jacq strikes again ( maybe it's because he's so much more comfortable behind a screen). When he's really horny and away from you, he'll start sexting the most heinous stuff to you.

LOVES seeing you in his oversized shirts, ;)

Infodumps after sex lol

#smut #pokemon scvi #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon jacq #pokemon jacq x reader #Professor jacq #pokemon x reader smut

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what-the-hell-is-going-on-here · 7 months

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use this to talk about soft vore?

i wanna know how it can be soft or comforting pls tell me

oh my god my first anon

yes! yes i will! im actually kinda in the mood for soft comforting stuff rn so this is perfect

btw warning you now this is gonna be incredibly self indulgent (hope its not too much lol)

also i wrote this w/ g/t in mind

AAAHHH i love soft preds… maybe the prey’s having a rough day and just wants to chill, so the pred picks them up in a hand, peppering their small body with kisses, humming at their taste.. they just wanna make their prey happy! they get all squirmy, asking to be eaten so they can rest, so the pred slips them into their mouth, softly biting and tasting them, pushing them oh so softly around with their tongue, just savoring them and hoping the soft pressure calms the prey down. maybe they sit there for a bit, soaking up the nice feelings and the warmth of their pred’s mouth, comforting in ways they can't express. they lay on the pred’s soft tongue, feeling drool pile up around them, signaling the need to swallow.

hesitantly but sure the pred carefully presses the prey up to the top of their mouth, swallowing their drool that tastes like their friend, then the prey themselves.. the prey just melts at the touch, slowly making it down the pred’s throat, pressing into their body like a reassuring, full-body hug.. they savor every feeling, trying not to squirm and risk it being too much for their partner, finally slipping into the stomach. there they stretch out(hearing the pred hum in delight at the feeling), getting comfy and curling up against the so, so soft stomach walls like a cat. the prey feels saliva sticking to their clothes and hair, something that would usually be gross if it wasn't a reminder of how much they are cared for, how much they are loved, to be as close to someone as they ever could be. the prey lets a smile creep onto their features, hearing the pred mumble something about how perfect they taste, how wonderful they feel inside, how ethereal their movements feel, how fucking amazing and loved they are.. the prey digs a hand into the folds of the pred’s stomach, rubbing back in a non-verbal way of saying yes, of thank you, of i love you. maybe the pred purrs- they really needed this too, didn't they? the pred’s stomach churns around them softly, another feeling reminiscent of a hug that just makes the prey’s face go all warm. they hear their friend’s heart beat softly in time with their own, the comforting sound of their breaths luring them to a drowsy, half asleep state, the temperature reminding them of fresh blankets just out of the dryer or a nice warm bath. the soft gurgles around them only comfort them instead of worry them, knowing that their pred would never ever dream of hurting them, knowing they only want them to feel better- which has definitely been accomplished by now. the prey drifts off to the sound of quiet praise and the feeling of belly rubs from the inside, too tired to keep doing it themself, feeling so goddamn loved.

maybe later the prey gets a mini bath in the sink once they're out, pred washing them off with soap, making sure everything’s out of their hair and clothes, wrapping them up in a warm washcloth and holding them in their hand or on the pred’s chest, staring down at the prey with adoration obvious in their features. they can tell everything they did helped both parties, already planning when they could both do it again some time.

AAAHHH SORRY I GOT REALLY SAPPY THERE… platonic and romantic vore just gets me… im a sucker for soft shit like this, its what got me into vore in the first place lol- the soft touches and nonverbal reassurance is just so sweet to me, its such a show of how much ppl care abt one another, to keep someone safe INSIDE OF THEM, WHERE THEY’RE AS CLOSE AS THEY CAN BE TO EACH OTHER??? HOW IS THAT NOT ADORABLE.

PEOPLE PLS FEEL FREE TO ASK FOR MORE I LOVE WRITING/TALKING ABOUT VORE!!!!

#soft vore #safe vore #comfort vore #THANK YOU ANON!!!!!!#i churned this out so fast lol #sorry if the formatting/pacing is weird i did this on mobile and im half asleep so idc abt mistakes rn #v0re #vore writing #v0re writing #extreme cuddling #cervid works

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ryuichirou · 1 year

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Might it be too much to ask for some Lilia/Silver headcanons 🥺

It’s definitely not too much, Anon~ I’m glad there are people who are excited about these two and make us think about them more 💕 Although we already think about them quite a bit, especially now, watching the second Halloween event… I’m stating the obvious, but Silver loves Lilia and cares for him so much.

Please keep in mind that there are still a lot of things from canon that we haven’t watched yet (mostly vignettes), so I might be a little off here and there. But I did my best lol, also there are a couple of mildly spicy ones in the end, as always.

Without further ado, here they are! For those who don’t know, these are shipping (romantic) headcanons, just FYI.

Their relationship is bit weird, but makes perfect sense to them. Lilia doesn’t share the same taboos as humans do, he values all kinds of experiences , for better or worse. When it comes to his romantic relationship with Silver, Lilia’s motivation can be summed up with “but he is so cute”. Lilia just loves cute things...

That being said, Lilia fully expected Silver to get more sociable once he enrolled in NRC, but he seriously underestimated just how much Silver missed him and how deeply he adored him. Lilia just assumes that Silver would naturally develop an interest in other people overtime, and even though Silver isn’t completely antisocial (partially because he knows Lilia wants him to socialize with others), he’s still super strongly and probably unhealthily attached to Lilia.

It’s still a little bit weird for Silver that Lilia is so tiny and cute now, but to be honest, he doesn’t really care much about how Lilia looks: father is still father, he acts the same way anyway.

If some other person were to confess to Silver, and Silver were to tell Lilia about it (he might, because Lilia would’ve noticed that something unusual had happened to him), Lilia would instantly say that Silver should go for it and try dating someone. He believes that Silver should try different things, have fun, enjoy his time in college and get used to other people and intimacy with them. Not to mention that Lilia feels like his bond with Silver is an entirely different thing from dating, his status is too special to consider some other person a competition, so he isn’t worried about that…

Oh yeah, Silver would get unexpectedly upset because of that reply. He obviously didn’t want or expect Lilia to be possessive or jealous of him, and Silver doesn’t fully understand his response, but it was probably closer to “but I don’t need anyone else”. Lilia would easily read this emotion in his eyes and chuckle about it, because it’s kind of cute. “It’s unusual for Silver to pout like that~”, something among those lines.

Silver would never dare to ask or even think about asking Lilia to pay some special attention to him, but when he gets it, his heart always flutters. Especially when it’s something physical, like when Lilia ruffles his hair or plays with it, scratches his cheek lightly, pretends to tickle him; Silver catches every little thing, it makes him melt.

When it comes to his special relationship with Lilia, Silver kind of tries to hide it, but it’s the same thing as him forgetting not to call Lilia “father”; at times he carelessly says things that very obviously imply either his unhealthy closeness to his father, or his sexual relationship with Lilia, but no one seem to catch these hints just yet, although there might be people who are suspecting things but think that’s none of their business.

The only person other than these two who are aware about what’s going on between them is Malleus; Sebek would’ve known too if he wasn’t so oblivious. It’s too much for Sebek’s brain to compute anyways, so it’s for the best.

Silver is quite gullible when it comes to Lilia, and a lot of things he genuinely believes in are a result of Lilia just saying some random bullshit and forgetting about it instantly. For example, Silver believes that no matter what, you should always swallow.

One time Lilia decided to wake Silver up and go to classes with him together, but got so distracted by how cute Silver looked while he was sleeping that he ended up hugging him, touching his sleepy face and kissing him for about 20 minutes. They were late that day. Some other time, when Lilia decided to wake Silver up, he wasn’t in a cutely cuddly mood, but in a different mood altogether. That day they were about 2 hours late.

… Actually, knowing Lilia’s whims, that happens regularly.

#replies #headcanons #lilisil

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a-mermaids-heart · 2 years

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someone, i tell you, in another time will remember us (part ii.)

Fandom: Arcane

Pairing: Vi x fem!reader

Read part i.   Warnings: Canon-typical violence, non-consensual drug use, sorta another panic attack?

A/N: Thanks for reading :) I’ll probably write a fluff chapter after this. (And because I love Ekko lol.) I hand-waved plot stuff as usual, and I think Jinx is OOC, so sorry about that. I hope you like :)  

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Caitlyn isn’t pleased, but Vi insists that you can provide another perspective to the topsiders. Ekko says he isn’t going without you, after making arrangements to look after your mother.

You feel like an amateur compared to everyone else as you follow them through Zaun, and even though it isn’t hard to navigate, the difference between you and them is painfully obvious. You’re jumpy, graceless, still looking over your shoulder too much. Which, really, is how you’ve survived so long, by being on high alert.

About halfway on the bridge, Caitlyn and Vi fall a little ways behind, having a heated conversation, which you only catch snippets of. You hear your name a few times. They suit each other, you think, blinking back the sting of tears. How can your feelings for Vi be just as strong?

You drift next to Ekko, whose frown melts away when he looks at you. He says, “I’m glad you’re coming.”

“Really?”

“I know you’ll have my back. And,” he pauses, grimacing at what awaits all of you, before smiling faintly. “You can talk anyone into anything.”

You hadn’t thought so. “I can?”

“Of course.” He smiles and taps your nose. “You have a very likable face.”

“Thanks. How useful.”

You both laugh a little, and he glances over his shoulder before looking forward again. “Vi thinks so, too.”

“Vi thinks I ‘have a very likable face?’ She told you that?”

Rolling his eyes, he bumps his shoulder against yours. “Not in so many words. But she likes you.”

You almost trip. Taking a deep breath, you try to keep your voice very neutral, “What makes you say that?”

“Everything she does, duh. How she looks at you. She liked you back then, too. I probably still have the bruises from her to prove it.”

“Bruises?”

“She’d try to get me to shut up about her crushing on you before you could overhear.”

You peek back over your shoulder at Caitlyn and Vi, walking so close their sides brush, heads bent close. You look away. “She was just embarrassed you were teasing her. And even if you were right, look at them now.”

Ekko blows out a huge sigh. “Alright, guess I have to bring out the big guns.”

“Huh?”

“Wanna bet on it? Like old times?” He smirks and tilts his head to the side. “You still like those sweetbuns, right? Loser has to buy some for the winner.”

“You’re on,” you say, whole body buzzing and feeling light, more happy than you have in years.

You slow to a stop as you realize you can’t hear a familiar pair of footsteps. You turn to find Vi hesitating.

“Vi?” Ekko asks.

“I can’t leave her again,” says Vi.

“You can’t change her.”

“I have to try.”

You want to stay with Vi, to help—but the idea of leaving Ekko to topsiders, no matter how capable he is, fills you with dread. You’re not sure what she’s talking about, but it’s obviously important to her. Ekko looks at you, tilting his head towards Vi. You shake yours “no” in response.

Ekko steps forward and hugs her. “Don’t get yourself killed.”

“No promises.”

You fly into Vi’s arms before you can help it. She holds you tight. She always gave the best hugs, and they feel even better now. Like her holding you is the only thing keeping you together. She cradles the back of your head, breath stuttering. Your stomach flips at the feeling of her thumb stroking the nape of your neck, you feel it all the way down your body. “Stay alive for me, won’t you, sweetheart?”

“You too,” you reply, voice choked with tears. You don’t specifically ask her to promise, but you wonder if she would, just for you.

You try to not stare as Vi gives Caitlyn the same hug. Vi says, “It’s been real, cupcake. Thanks for everything.”

You look at Ekko with raised eyebrows, and he rolls his eyes in response.

Vi pulls back, trails her fingers along Caitlyn’s cheek, and turns away. You feel like half your heart follows her. Ekko takes your hand, squeezes tight, says “I’ll get you back to her.”

You wonder if there will be a Vi to come back to. You trail after them in silence, trying to get the image of Vi stroking Caitlyn’s cheek out of your mind.

When you’re almost across, bright light cuts through your vision. You wince. Ekko steps in front of you.

“Halt!” shouts an Enforcer.

Immediately, your ears fill with white noise. Your sister’s ghost bobs in the corner of your vision. And you’re just a little kid, petrified and unmoving, ruining everything. Just like you did that night.

“What the hell is this?” Ekko asks. His voice helps—you’re here, you think, taking a deep breath in, picturing Vi breathing with you.

Caitlyn says, “Sir, I have proof. Silco is behind everything.” She steps forward, holding out her badge.

“Show me,” a man says, meeting her in the middle.

You hear Ekko say something, then taking a few steps forward too. Your sister’s ghost crowds closer. Clammy sweat breaks out along your forehead. Everything sways. Biting your lip, you try and breathe again—now would be the worst time to faint.

Then, a gunshot, and Ekko is on the ground. You scream and lunge towards him, but an Enforcer—when did they surround you?—grabs you from behind. You struggle, practically dislocating your shoulders, fighting as hard as you can, but it’s no use. The Enforcer shakes you a bit, and you still. He drags you backward, towards the edge of the bridge.

The man keeps his gun aimed at Caitlyn. She walks to the side, hands up, and he retrieves the case from Ekko’s body.

“Don’t touch him!” You snap, trying to sound intimidating, but it comes out weak.

Then, you hear it, Vi’s voice, “Caitlyn!”

Your relief is short-lived. There are too many of them. What if the man shoots her too?

The man addresses Caitlyn again, “I told you to leave this alone.”

A wave of tiny green lights descend. You keep your eyes on the man and Caitlyn, mind scrambling to come up with a plan. But you can’t do anything.

One light lands on the man’s gun. And for the second (third?) time, your world shatters.

You wake, face down with an Enforcer on top of you. The bright white lights from before flicker. Pure panic gives you the strength to kick the Enforcer away.

Ahead, you see—Ekko!—standing and facing someone. Your heart splinters as you spy Vi limping away with Caitlyn, her arm slung over her shoulders. “Vi!” You yell. Why was she leaving without you?

Vi pauses and turns, eyes wide. Immediately, she releases Caitlyn and sprints to you, kneeling and cupping your face. “Sweetheart, there you are. I thought—are you hurt?”

“I’m okay.” Your wrist hurts—you must have fallen on it—and your head aches, but you can walk.

“Let’s go,” she says.

“But Ekko—”

“I’ll be fine!” Ekko yells over his shoulder. “Just go!”

You fall into her arms, trembling, and she guides you back to Caitlyn. You sling Caitlyn’s arm over your shoulders, both of you supporting her. You look back one last time, to see who Ekko is facing off with.

A woman with long, blue braids. A familiar woman. Powder? You stumble a bit. You thought she was dead, but—her eyes light up with recognition, and she gives you a cheeky salute. You can’t help the faint, answering smile, because as much as she’s changed, you’re glad she’s alive.

You don’t speak much as you follow Caitlyn and Vi across. Vi leads you both to a small alcove, and you take the chance to sit with your head in your heads. Slowly, the world stops spinning. You don’t have to the energy to listen to whatever Vi and Caitlyn are saying, but the sound of voices is comforting, a reminder of the present.

Then you continue through the dark streets of Piltover, and to a huge mansion. You’re glad Caitlyn isn’t too heavy, because you feel weak and shaky—shock, you realize, hating it. Caitlyn and Vi are fine, and here you are, barely injured and about to break down.

Vi helps you both through a window, into a room which feels equally strange and overwhelming as Piltover’s streets.

“Who lives here?” Vi asks Caitlyn. “Another counselor friend of yours?”

The door bangs open.

You drop Caitlyn’s arm, falling back on your ass, staring in horror down the barrel of a gun.

The woman holding it gasps, “Caitlyn!” And to your relief, she lowers the gun.

“We were so worried, thank goodness you’re safe,” says a man, running by her. He hugs Caitlyn tightly.

The woman’s gaze land on Vi. “And you found a stray.” She looks to you, and doesn’t comment. You’re sure that you look way worse.

“This is Vi,” Caitlyn says, and introduces you too. “They’re from the undercity.”

“So I see. Could we have a word, Caitlyn, in private?” asks the woman.

They leave, and Vi steps over to you. “Up you get,” she says, hooking her arms under yours and lifting. She sits you on the edge of the bed, urges you to take your sweater off. Then she retrieves a damp washcloth from the bathroom, and starts wiping the sweat from your face. Slowly, you feel better looking at her, like everything will be okay.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“What for?”

“I’m not strong.” You lift up your still trembling hands, choking back the taste of gunpowder and smoke. “Look, you’re fine. I barely got hurt, and I can’t even stop shaking. And Caitlyn—I couldn’t help her at all.”

Vi puts the cloth aside. Familiar fingers prod your throbbing wrist. “You are strong. It’s good that you’re not used to all this shit. I don’t want that for you.”

You’re close enough that you could count her freckles. She looks up at you and continues, “I’m glad you’re alright. On the bridge, I’m sorry—I couldn’t find you. I thought you were gone.”

“I’m glad you’re alright,” you say, smiling a little.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“Just my second concussion in what, two days? I’m fine.”

Vi laughs and lifts your wrist, brushing her lips over it gently. It zings through your arm, straight to your heart.

“Vi,” you whisper, not sure what you’re going to confess, only that you won’t be able to take it back—

The door creaks. You lean back, yank your hands away, and scoot awkwardly off the bed. Caitlyn enters, looking surprised but much happier than before.

“We’ll present our case to the council. Tonight,” she says.

You step away, not looking at Vi. Vi scoots back on the bed, lying on her stomach and studying the map spread out on the floor. She asks Caitlyn, “You did all this yourself?”

You step towards the bathroom. “Mind if I shower?”

“Go ahead,” Caitlyn says, not taking her eyes from Vi.

You disappear inside, strip down and set the water as hot at it will go. It feels good, something to focus on, so you can stuff your heart back down. You don’t cry, because really, you can’t lose something you never had.

When you emerge (making sure to make a lot of noise beforehand), Vi stands at the window, and Caitlyn slips by you into the bathroom.

You try and keep quiet, so Vi won’t notice you staring—you try and memorize her: her red jacket, the tattoos trailing down her arms, what little you can see of the nape of her neck.

It doesn’t last long, as Vi turns to you with a sad smile. “How’re you holding up, sweetheart?”

“Fine,” you say. Instead of staring, you look around the bedroom, find the sweater from Ekko on the bed. Tug it on.

“Going somewhere?”

“I’m going home.”

For the first time, she sounds unsure, “Wh-what?”

“You don’t need me.” You adjust the sweater, just for something to do with your hands. “Tell Caitlyn thanks for me.”

“We do need you.”

“For what?” You force yourself to look at her, trying again to memorize her face. She looks younger, her eyes big and watery. “To be a coward?”

“You’re not a coward.”

“Vi, you can’t even tell me why I should stay.” You tug your boots on, concentrating on lacing them up. “I could get you and Caitlyn killed trying to protect me. And you don’t need me to talk to the Council.” You finish the last knot. I can do this. Just don’t look at her. “I can find my own way back. Good luck.”

Vi is silent as you make your way to her side, and open the window. You try to ignore the same electric feeling you get every time you’re near her. She grabs your uninjured wrist, not squeezing enough to hurt you, but you know you can’t break out of her hold. “Don’t,” she says.

You look into her eyes, your stupid heartbeat ticks up again, like a bomb. So you drop one. “I work for Silco.” Her eyes widen. “I’m a drug runner. I’m everything you hate.” She still doesn’t let go, but her grip loosens. You don’t look at her again, and you don’t look back, as you climb out the window.

Zaun’s darkness is a welcome change, and you find your familiar route back home. You almost make it, can see your street, when something—again, really?—hits the back of your head.

You wake in complete darkness, tied to a wooden chair. Footsteps sound from behind you, and before you can full-on panic, Powder, holding a lighter appears. A tiny spot in your neck stings.

She smiles, too wide. “Hello, friend.”

You swallow hard, nausea curling through your gut. Great. Now you’ve had three concussions. But strangely enough, your head doesn’t hurt, nor does wrist from earlier. You’re not even dizzy. The pain in your neck is already fading. Why would Powder want you? “What’s going on?”

Powder sighs, steps closer and flicks some hair back from your face. “I need your help.” She starts to wheel you froward. Your stomach lurches, imagining a huge drop. It’s so dark.

“I thought—“ you try and think of a plan. But you can’t, you can’t think of anything beyond Vi, help, scared. “I thought you died.”

Powder giggles. “Fooled ya.”

She continues to wheel you forward into darkness, and then—finally—you see light. There are two chairs at either end of a long table. You can make out people tied to them, but they face away from you. The table is set up like a—a tea party?

“Now,” Powder says, settling your chair next to one that says “Powder.” “I need you to help me get Vi back.”

“What are you talking about?” You try to think through the buzz of panic, but it feels as futile as trying to catch birds with your bare hands. Maybe, if I keep her talking, I can find a way to escape. You shift in your chair—your tied wrists are already numb. Even your feet are tied to the chair.

Powder suddenly leaps onto the table directly in front of you. Before you can startle, she grips your jaw, turning your face towards her. “Good! You took that last dose well.”

Powder leaps off again, walks to your right, turns the chair around at the head of the table, revealing a tied up Silco. “Surprise!”

You flinch—you only met Silco briefly, once before, which was more than enough. You say, “Pow—Jinx, I still don’t understand. I can’t do anything.”

Silco asks, “Is this your friend, Jinx?”

“Yes!” Jinx says, delighted. “Isn’t she beautiful? I told you it would work.”

She strokes your cheek, and it feels sweet. Like you’ve never been touched before. You nuzzle her palm without thinking.

You dread whatever she saw in your eyes. And then you realize, your mouth tastes like sugar. “I don’t—” it’s suddenly very hard to speak.

“I think you’ll be happy,” she says, circling the table again. “Now you can be stronger, faster. It’s not perfect, of course. But you shouldn’t lose control like all the others. You’ve inhaled some every time you gave it to your mother. Isn’t that great?” She walks to the other end of the table, where there’s another chair. “Especially since I’m giving you this wonderful opportunity to make Vi yours. And we can be best friends again.” She turns the other chair around, revealing a terrified, tied up Vi. “You still love her, don’t you? You weren’t lying to me, back then?”

Your heart lurches. The worst way for Vi to find out. And you can’t even do anything to save her. You don’t look at Vi, you struggle to keep your gaze trained on Powder, and her gun. But it’s hard to focus, every time you blink, you just want to keep your eyes shut.

Vi says, “Powder, leave her out of this.”

Powder laughs, but it sounds wrong—laughter shouldn’t sound like that. “If you don’t want her to do it, then you do it.”

You struggle against the ropes—and it is strangely easier to move. The ropes snap. You kick the ones off your feet. Powder makes direct eye contact with you, and grins.

Everything still feels heavenly, like slipping into a hot bath. Like how you feel alive when you’re with…someone. Who again? You shift one last time, and the rest of the ropes fall away, as easy as shrugging off a jacket. Powder laughs like it’s the funniest thing she’s ever seen. “Wow! I didn’t expect this to work!”

You look down at your hands. They look the same, no noticeable change, but very faintly, your skin has a purple glow. Not bright enough that you can see your veins, but enough. It reminds you of green light, and for some reason, tears gather thickly in your throat.

Powder points her gun at something at the other side of the table. “Make her go away.”

You stand, step forward without meaning to. A dark-haired woman is on the ground, unconscious. Everything Powder says feels like a great idea, and—you hear a choked gasp from… someone. For some reason, it makes you stop. You shut your eyes. You don’t feel angry, exactly, but you want to touch, to tear into something. But something inside you begs you not to listen, why shouldn’t you listen? It feels so much easier to just do whatever she says, then you don’t have to think—

Think. The more you think, the more that wonderful feeling goes away. Cool metal presses against your temple. Powder says, “Don’t make me do this.”

“Don’t!” Vi screams, voice hoarse. “Powder, please, I kept quiet—you promised me you wouldn’t hurt her. Please. We’ll—we’ll go away. Just the two of us.”

Your gaze finds Vi’s terrified, pleading face. Vi. You jerk your head away. “I’m not killing anyone.” Powder’s palm cracks against your cheek. Blood fills your mouth, tasting like honey. But the pain is grounding.

Silco looks too delighted at what you said. “Don’t you want to, though?”

That makes no sense. “What?” You ask.

Powder giggles. “I told him your secret.”

You can’t think of any other secret, besides the one that was already revealed. Strangely, Vi snaps, “Powder, don’t.”

Powder ignores her sister, even taking a few steps until she’s in front of Vi, blocking your view of her. “We all knew. About where you came from. Your real mother didn’t want you. She sold you. I always wanted to tell you,” Powder says. “You owe me.”

It’s too much to process, and doesn’t ignite the bloodlust they so clearly want. Your expression doesn’t change. Powder jabs her gun at Caitlyn again, eyes brimming with purple tears. “Now. Get. Rid. Of. Her.” You don’t move. Why would you? “No?” Powder sighs, lifting the gun towards you. “Now I’ll have to start all over.”

Before you know what you’re doing, you lunge at her. But Powder is faster. She blocks your clumsy punch easily. Your other hand fumbles for her gun, finds it. She has a stronger grip. She twists, digs the barrel into your stomach. You could force her hand, so the gun is pointed at her instead. If you’re quick enough.

You look into the face of your friend. The girl you finger-painted with, shared secrets with. Your big sister, what would she do? What would it do to Vi, to lose Powder?

You release the gun.

Powder fires. Vi screams your name.

Pain seeps into your stomach. Your knees slam into the ground. Your eyes droop, and dimly, you’re aware of Vi sobbing, which hurts most of all, but it’s already fading.

***

When you wake again, it’s in a vaguely familiar bed. Fresh air, trees. You’re back with the Firelights again. Everything aches. Bone deep. You panic and sit up, looking around for Powder, for Vi—is someone dead? What’s—

And, strangely enough, you hear familiar voices. It sounds like… your mother, and Vi? You scrub at your eyes. Surely you must be dreaming. What’s happening?

The door opens. Your breath catches as Vi walks in, her face drawn, but she gasps when her eyes meet yours. Rushing over, she grips your shoulders, gaze darting all over your face. “You’re awake.”

You clear your throat. It’s still too gummed up to speak. She hands you a glass of water, so you can ask, “What’s going on?”

“I thought—” Vi sits next to you, gripping your hand. Her other hand comes up to cradle your face, thumb gently pulling the skin below your eyes. She sighs in relief, lip trembling. She bites it. “We didn’t know if you’d wake up.”

“I—” you remember gunfire, pain, didn’t you get shot? “Am I dead?”

Vi laughs a little, and to your complete and utter shock, darts forward and presses a kiss to your cheek. As tired as you are, heat rushes to your face. “No. You actually healed quickly.” She rests her hand on your stomach, where you remember the bullet tearing into you. “Thanks to the shimmer.”

You wince, wait for the same cravings that your mother would describe to you, the delirium, but you don’t feel anything. You’re just tired, as if you’ve been awake for days, instead of asleep.

“Your mother is alright,” Vi says. “The Firelights took her in.”

You wonder what that entails, how long she’s been without shimmer. You look down at your lap, scrub your eyes again, then you realize there’s an IV needle in your hand. “I guess I really was out.”

Vi pats your knee and gets up. “I’ll get a medic to look you over.”

The medic does, and deems you fine, free of shimmer. You shower and after, force down some soup, while Vi fills you in on how Powder killed Silco. To your relief, she says Ekko sent word that he’s alright—he’s out on business. She seems to be leaving something else out, something big and painful, but you don’t ask. In clean clothes, feeling weirdly reminiscent of before, you sit on the bed, leaning back against the pillows. Vi is in a chair next to you, her hand resting on your knee. She’s been strangely quiet the entire time. Except for showering and fetching a medic, she’s refused to stop touching you—her hand on your knee, shoulder, lacing your fingers together whenever possible. It’s torture.

Everything feels like when you were younger. Vi would curl her hand over yours, teaching you how to make a fist, but you’d be so distracted that she’d have to teach you again. You feel that same nervousness creep up. Powder’s voice echoes in your mind, “You still love her, don’t you?”

You do, you know, still love her—because she fights for everyone she cares for, has the most beautiful laugh, and you can’t imagine going back to life without her. But Vi clearly does not return your feelings. And never will.

Staring down at your lap, you shift away from Vi’s touch. Her hand slides off your knee and onto the sheets. “I’m okay. You can go to Caitlyn.”

Vi reaches out again, snatching your hand this time. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Vi, I’m really fine.” You try to pull away, but she doesn’t release you.

“I know you are. Move over.”

Bewildered, you do so, your whole body tingling as she slips onto the bed beside you, slings an arm over your shoulder, holding you tight against her side. Electric heat floods your body. Face burning, you stare down at your lap, and try to calm down. Which is impossible, of course. You breathe very, very slowly.

“Hey.” Rough fingers trail along your chin, tilt your face up. Even across Vi’s eyelids, she has faint freckles. “What are you thinking about?”

“That I don’t understand.” You pull your head back, and Vi lets you go, but doesn’t break eye contact. “I almost killed your girlfriend.”

Vi clears her throat. “Caitlyn isn’t my girlfriend.” At your snort of disbelief, she continues, “We had a—” she sighs, rubbing the back of her neck. “We had a thing, but—”

“We can forget about it,” you blurt.

“Forget?”

“What Powder said.” You can’t bear to say it. You slide down on the bed, turn your back on her and curl up. Tears stream down your cheeks and you wipe them away. “It was nothing. She was just messing with you.”

Vi says your name tenderly, squeezing your shoulder. You don’t budge. “Sweetheart, why exactly do you think I’m here?”

“I don’t know.” Despite yourself, you take a gross, sniffling breath in, your voice wobbly, “Just making sure your kid sister is okay. Like always.”

“Do you really think I ever thought of you as a kid sister?”

“Didn’t you?”

“No.” Vi tugs at your shoulder again, and you turn this time, immediately wishing you hadn’t. She’s looking at you like—like how you look at her. Your heart is in your throat. Her lips quirk. “Aren’t you going to ask me what I think of you?”

“No,” you breathe. You start to turn away from her, but her other arm comes down on your other side. If she was on top of you, she’d be caging you in. You sigh in defeat, your gaze flicking back up at her.

“Fine,” she says, “I’ll show you.”

Before you can protest, do anything, even fully turn to face her, her hand cups your cheek, and she leans over your shoulder and kisses you, firm and warm. You gasp against her lips, make an embarrassing squeak as you jerk away.

Vi, to your relief, sits back on her heels and smirks. Very carefully, you do not look at her mouth and sit up, biting your lip. You can still taste her. Vi asks, “Understand, now?”

“What is there to understand?” You ask, your voice very nearly a shriek.

Eternity ticks by as Vi watches you. “You’re making this really difficult. I—” She pauses, swallows twice, then drags you into the circle of her arms. It feels like on the bridge, like a goodbye, so you hug her back. And you do what you’ve always wanted to do, but never did: you clutch the back of her jacket. She buries her face against your neck. The tip of her nose is cold. “I’ve survived losing my parents. Vander, and Mylo, and Claggor. Your sister. I thought I’d lost Ekko and Powder. But, if I truly lost you, I couldn’t—” her voice breaks on the last word.

You can barely hear her over the blood rushing in your ears. This has to be a dream, right? Vi tightens her arms around you, almost crushing your ribs it’s so painful, but you don’t let go. She whispers, her lips brushing your neck, “I’ve loved you for so long. I don’t know how to do anything else.”

There are no words. Does she really mean it? You just keep holding her, like you’ve always wanted. But then, you think of your sister’s ghost. “Are you sure I’m not dead?”

“Do I have to convince you?”

You’re confused by her suddenly playful tone. “Yes?”

Vi huffs out a laugh and unwinds her arms, leaning back to look at you. Her face drops when she sees your expression. She cradles your cheek with one hand, thumb wiping away the tears there. “Oh, sweetheart.”

“Vi, I don’t—” You sniffle and hiccup. She’s such a crybaby, Mylo’s voice echoes in your mind. “I see her, all the time. I don’t know if this, if you’re—”

You stop as Vi grabs your other hand, intertwining your fingers. “I’ve always liked you. You’re cute. You were always, always there for me. My home is wherever you are.” She kisses the back of your hand and smiles. “It’s real, this is real, I promise. Actually,” she laughs, “ask Ekko if you don’t believe me. He wouldn’t shut up about it.”

Your chest unclenches, and you find yourself laughing too, really laughing. Not forced, or scared, but happy. “He told me that.”

Vi urges you to lie down. You curl into the curve of her body, and she wraps her arms tightly around your waist. You feel her smile against your hair. You spend a few minutes tracing patterns on her back, face pressed against the warm skin of her throat. You draw back, looking into her eyes, and ask, “Vi? Can I kiss you ag—” You don’t get to finish, because she’s leaned forward and kissed you.

You want to, you really do, but you’re not sure what to do. You freeze. Vi’s thumb strokes over the side of your throat, your jaw, your cheek, and the comfort helps. You relax, your lips parting. She makes a tiny, desperate noise that flares through you, and kisses you deeper.

You pull back, gasping, and Vi laughs at your stunned face. She kisses your forehead, then your closed eyelids, your cheeks, and you stay still until it’s too much. Grinning, you hide your face against her neck.

Vi holds you tight, running her fingers up and down your back. She clears her throat, and you’re pleased that her cheeks are pink like yours. “There is something I need to tell you.”

You wait. She presses her lips together, then shakes her head. “No. I’ll—I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

You’re content to wait, but, still… “I’m not leaving you. Whatever it is, we’re doing this together, alright?”

Vi smiles, the same smile you’ve always loved, and seals the promise with another kiss.

#Arcane fic #Arcane 2021 #vi x reader #vi x you #self-insert fic #Emma-Writes #arcane x reader #reader-insert fic #reader-insert #arcane x you #arcane vi x reader

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tokuteasings · 1 year

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Dating - Kido Shinji, Kitaoka Shuichi

Tada~!! For my dearest Ryuki friend~!

I know I said I would do kiss headcanons but as a gift and as a ganbare~ sort of notion, I wanted to gift you dating headcanons~! So keep on going, hun~! You can do it! the bois and I are right here for you!!!

Warnings: Ryuki spoilers and general angst lol

Kido Shinji

Shinji, first and foremost, is quite the endearing partner. He’s naive, yes, but he isn’t stupid (...most of the time) but he’s earnest and sweet. He’s the kind of partner that just never leaves the honeymoon phase because he cares about you oh so much~!!! It’s so obvious to see and in a way, he’s always nervous around you. It’s like going on your first date all over again and sure it may be awkward but he’s YOUR AWKWARD LITTLE DORK!!! But the thing is with Shinji is that he tends to wing things most of the time. Sure he may have asked his coworkers for help and maaaybe Ren as well but listen, this man goes into each and every interaction with you with this bundle of energy that honestly is just so infectious that you can’t help but become swept up into the thing.

It’s also hella obvious whenever he’s thinking about you too. It’s not a bad thing, but his coworkers at ORE Journal are lowkey sick and tired of him sighing and longingly looking at his phone while waiting for texts from you...Shinji swears he isn’t super clingy though. Right to their faces. They just sigh and roll their eyes and shrug their shoulders like they fucking know. Whenever Ren sees him like this, he rolls his eyes and honestly...he is a bit jealous. Since he misses the days he and Eri were together and could act like that. If anything, Ren is like the begrudgingly helpful wingman who tends to give Shinji advice for how to deal with you and relationship advice in general.

If there’s anything that makes Shinji happy, is eating lunch with you. Shinji isn’t...a bad....cook...? Just...spontaneous. In the best way! He tends to make random foods like a whole onion sandwich because he has nothing else in the damn fridge and somehow claims it tastes good. He doesn’t really eat super balanced meals and eats out more often than not. He’s gotten better since you two have started dating, actually buying groceries and cooking. If you happen to cook, he’s over the moon and will happily not only help cook but do the dishes without questions. He’s not super house-husband material but lord is he trying. He loves it whenever you visit him at work with lunch during his break! It’s literally the highlight of his damn day. In return, Shinji will do his best to cook your favorite dishes! He’s trying...okay????

Speaking of spontaneous, it’s the dates with Shinji that has this energy to them you cannot put your finger on. It’s not high-paced, spontaneous, and yet homey at the same time. He doesn’t have many ideas for dates (this is also when he consults the people around him for ideas) and he tends to let whatever happen, happen! If he had to pick a date, he’d probably go out to eat something with you, to treat yourselves to something nice!!! Though, most of the time, he’s happy to do whatever you want to do. He’s happy if you’re happy and just to be spending time with you!!

Shinji’s love language is verbal, physical, and acts of service. It’s not at all grand but subtle little things tinged with nervousness that slowly melts into a comfort. He’s forgetful and an idiot but he’s YOUR idiot!!! That being said, Shinji isn’t against PDA at all! Maybe not around the office but it’s really fun to tease him in public because he’s gonna get all blushy and super pouty. Like, “Don’t do that here! My coworkers will see and make fun of me!” but his blushing face is so cute and will eventually accept it anyway. He enjoys hand kisses the most and holding hands in general! He doesn’t really mind showing you off to people because, well, you two love each other!

But here’s the thing, if you are not aware of the fact he is part of the Rider War..there is this underlying sense of clinginess to him. He doesn’t want to lose you so he will make every moment he has with you count. He is selfless in this aspect, doing more things catering to you just to ensure you keep on smiling. He fights harder than ever once he’s with you and sometimes you notice him limping or in general pain. Of course, he never tell you, but Shinji assures you that it’ll be okay. He’ls here with you, and that’s all that matters.

If you happen to be a fellow participant in the Rider War, you and Shinji most likely have similar goals...ish. He wants to stop this Rider War, maybe you do as well or maybe not. It’s a...strange situation you find yourselves in. But there’s this still general sense of “not wanting to let go” and whenever you two are alone he...doesn’t leave you alone. You two may argue here and there but you two have your own needs, your own desires. They may not see eye to eye half of the time but it’s something you two agree on. Whether or not you two can afford to fight each other when it comes down to it...

Arguments with Shinji are not at all explosive, most of the time. He does have a bit of a temper but it will die as quickly as it flares. The arguments between you two are going to be centered around if he’s keeping secrets from you or your Rider War status. There is no doubt that killing is going to happen, and it’s going to become down to the two of you one day. If you do not know of his status in the Rider War, you’ll argue that you’re worried about him and Shinji just breaks. He may have no other choice but to tell you about the war and the Mirror World and Shinji has this guilty sort of look and it hurts to see him like this. You support him no matter what, however.

Shinji never fails to tell you that he loves you, more so texting than verbally and through his gestures. It’s the little things for Shinji and when he does say, “I love you.” for the first time, it’s this moment when Shinji is watching you interact with the life around you. You’re probably just reading a book or something and Shinji is washing up the dishes and he looks over at you covered in sunlight and lets you know how he feels. “Hey...” he trails off when you look up at him and he smiles this goofy smile, turning away from the sink to walk to you and press a kiss to your lips, and hold you close. “I love you.” is whispered against your lips and sometimes you wonder what spurred this on. But he will only smile and say, “Because I love you and want you to know.”

Loving Shinji is...tragic. Because this war takes and takes, it’s a hellish and ugly thing and Shinji definitely has like...letters left behind for you. We all know he dies in the end but it doesn’t hurt any less. But then the world is reset and you two forget about each other. You two only pass each other and perhaps there is this...lingering spark between you. You glance at each other and share a smile before continuing to walk on...the world is not a kind place to either of you. But if you have passed before Shinji...oh he’s not going to take it well. He’s going to end this damn war to ensure no one else will go through this same feeling of loss.

Kitaoka Shuichi

Shuichi may seem like a man who has his head stuck up his ass but Shuichi cares about you in his own way. It’s unorthodox and strange at times but it’s evident in the things he does for you. His main love language is gifting. It’s materialistic as he is at times but it’s the best way for him to show that he cares. He is a greedy man for sure but he is going to ensure that his partner is just as well off. You have a debt to settle? Nah, he gotchu. You got someone who’s bothering you? Say goodnight to them lol. They’re sued to hell and back.

However...Shuichi knows he won’t be able to live as he is going to die. Perhaps this idea of buying you gift after gift is a sort of compensation. He’s not going to be by your side in the end, and so he wants to give you something to remember him by. Sure he buys like expensive shit like clothing, jewelry, vacations up the whazoo but...Shuichi’s most preferred gifts to give you are things that remind him or you and what remind you of him. He wants something that can last for you so he tends to lean towards practical items. Probably a jacket to keep warm or a personalized mug. Shuichi presents them in a simple fashion, sliding them over to you while at dinner at your fave place.

Oh Goro-chan ships you two to the fucking moon~!!!! He’s so happy that Kitaoka is happy and he tends to help make dinner for the two of you. He’ll go the FUCK OUT on making the date nights PERFECT and even teaches you some of Shuichi’s fave dishes and things if you want. Goro is like your homie and bro so expect him to always be around you whenever Shuichi isn’t. Shuichi thinks its cute that you two are bonding but he can’t help but be a weee bit jealous that you two are close lol. But you shut him up with a kiss anyway and Goro is offended even thinking that he would be interested in you. You’re already taken and Goro is like super respectful about it.

Shuichi does enjoy like dates out and about, sure! He loves showing you off and there’s this sense of pride within his chest whenever people look on in envy. Because he has you in his arms, his arm around your waist, his hand on the small of your back, or you holding his arm. It’s like a picture perfect couple. Shuichi seems to enjoy like high and fine dining of course, the finer things in life and ensures complete privacy for the two of you. However, his fave dates are not really homey ones but ones where you two are out but are simply together no matter where you are. It’s sometimes like cafes and coffee shops, where he’s working on things and you two are sharing some cup of coffee and you’re also working on things. Sometimes you two just cuddle in the same booth and share each other’s foods while thinking to yourselves...that this is perfect.

He doesn’t mind PDA all that much but inside, he’s rather giddy about it. He’s lowkey very clingy because he isn’t....sure when he’ll die. So Shuichi as stated before, he will have his hand or arm around you at all times. He’s a gentleman at best and the type to open doors for you, pull out your chair, and let you order first before doing something himself. He’s traditional in that sense, and always picks you up from your work with flowers, a kiss, and maybe something to cheer you up with if you had a bad day. His favorite kisses are hand kisses and kisses that are against one another’s pulse. It’s...a lingering reminder that you two are alive. The gentleman that he is, he starts his kisses from the tips of your fingers, then your knuckles, to the back of your palm, to the pulse against your wrist, up your arm, the pulse on your neck, and finally your lips. He’ll melt (and maybe inwardly try not to shed some tears) if you do the same to him.

Without a doubt, Shuichi will never tell you about his condition. He is going to die and he’s not sure when it’ll happen. He’ll spare you from the details and there are moments he will stay quiet and brush things off when it is clearly bothering him. These are the main causes for arguments, truth be told, because he is...not truthful with you. You know something is wrong with him but he won’t admit it. This will...turn into a bit of a maybe a screaming match. It’s rare for Shuichi to lose his cool in any aspect so seeing him like this knows...it means he won’t budge. But he promises to tell you as you two make up. But he cherishes you more, not trying to distract you from the problem but because...he doesn’t know if he’s ready.

It’s gonna be worse if you’re a Rider. You two know you’re going to kill each other one day but honestly, Shuichi would have been even more hesitant to enter a relationship. You two are enemies and even if you make a temporary alliance, it’s going to be shattered within a millisecond. But here? Now that you know you both are Riders?? Time becomes more...precious. Either one of you could be killed at any moment and Shuichi’s case even more so. You two are going to make every single moment count damn it. No matter what.

Shuichi never hesitates to let you know that he loves you. It’s verbal most of the time but like Shinji, he tends to show it through gestures more than anything. While it is true that Goro takes care of the housework, Shuichi has learned various ways to help you relax. It’s massages most of the time because he wants to remember the feeling of your skin and your presence. He would always ask if he’s doing alright and how’re you’re generally doing. Texting as well, he doesn’t do it much but he at least sends you a “i love you” text at least one a day.

Shuichi’s kisses linger longer than ever and become passionate hella quickly. He doesn’t want to forget you. Forget the contour of your lips, everything else that he could...ya know...lose. And he doesn’t want you to forget either. He just holds you close every time your lips connect, hands wandering to try and be with you in every step of the way. He ends each kiss with resting his forehead against yours and smiling this wistful smile, it’s his way to tell you that he loves you.

Loving Shuichi is beyond fleeting because when he dies, it’s Goro who has to tell you the news with tears in his eyes. You can’t believe it, and as you two hug, Goro tells you of the journal that Shuici had left. It’s full of things he loves about you, notes about you, pictures you two have taken and wormed their way into the pages. But at the end there is a letter from him. He’s not greedy but jokes that he’ll cliing to you as a ghost...but in the end...Shuichi wants you to move on. He wants you to live out your life as you want it, and for you and Goro to take care of each other. Most of all....he ends with that he’s sorry he didn’t tell you. And ends that he will forever love you.

#kamen rider #kamen rider ryuki #kamen rider imagine #kamen rider x reader #kamen rider zolda #kido shinji #kitaoka shuichi #ya know what i miss miho i hope her actress is doing ok since she had a kid during zio times #also shinji during rider time ryuki?? what a MANNNN #ALSO I HOPE THIS IS OKAAAY

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mickmundy · 1 year

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thread of headcanons for engineer! just some general thoughts on his character!

okay so honestly i think engie is sooo Criminally underrated. he's my third favorite merc and i think about him quite often!! i think he's like demo and heavy in that he really has no Bad ships; all engie ships are Epic...! that said, something that i've noticed is that he always winds up as The Caretaker when he's being shipped. while i think engie is naturally attentive, i think he also deserves to be cared For! <3 showing him some hospitality would mean the absolute world to him tbh!

something i love about engineer is also something i love about medic: they are Crazy Silly! i don't think engie needed/had some tragic/deep reason to cut off his hand, i think he just wanted a robotic arm and chopped his hand off LOL. i personally like to think of it being like "darn it, i hate that when i microwave my can of chili i cant hold it in my hand because it's too hot! but with a robotic arm i could hold my microwaved can of chili without burning my hand :) chop chop! hoooo whee! engineering!! well that solves that problem!" etc etc... LMAOOO

while i don't think he's as Outright Zany as medic is, i think he's definitely still in the "mad scientist" bracket! he loves his experiments and is always looking to cook up some fun new Toy!! he's Definitely capable of being Scary, but he likes to keep that in his back pocket. sincerely believes you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar, but it doesn't mean he won't Get Real with you if he needs to!

should be obvious, but is very patient and kind. being an engineer requires patience, after all! as for the kindness, he was brought up on that just like he was engineering! comes from a gentle family of hard working, blue collar folk. metal and work ethic is in his blood!

total workaholic. likes himself best when he can be applying himself and being helpful (to himself/his own goals, his friends and teammates, etc). feels restless and a bit irritable when he's not doing things he wants to do, but you'll never hear him complain!

while like i say i think being caring his part of his character, i think he'd absolutely melt if someone took care of him. kind people need kindness too! he'd never ask you to take care of him, but once you Politely Insisted, he'd just melt right underneath you! :)

is constantly trying to improve himself; his gunslinger, be a better man, etc. of the firm belief that he's nothing if he's not being productive! but sometimes he needs to be told to slow down... sleep deprivation is no joke, engie! :(

i think he had a peaceful family life growing up. loving family who pushed him to see his own potential but not to the point of it being detrimental to his psyche. loved his father and mother and they loved him. only child, but raised as if he was an Oldest Brother.

loves his alone time. part of what makes him able to be so kind and patient is that he has lots of time to "recharge" after BEING so kind and patient!! absolutely needs solitude to relax and unwind. not really spontaneous, prefers to always have a Plan before doing anything!

can't really multitask in the sense that he can't keep up a conversation while working. if you're talking to him in his workshop, you'll mostly get a lot of distracted "mhmm"'s and "uh huh"'s! its best to talk to him away from his shop if you want a real heart to heart!

always has a kind word, advice, or Gentle Guidance-like comment to say. if he knows you've been struggling with something, he'll quietly drop in and give you a clap on the back and some gentle advice from an outsider's point of view.

despite being so technical, i think being Sensitive comes to him more naturally than being Objective. super empathetic, always tries to put himself in others' shoes before speaking/commenting. not an ideal therapist, but never minds lending an ear to anyone who might need it!

like heavy and spy, he's an observer. doesn't mind being in the thick of things but he also likes sitting back and learning what he can from the things and people around him! loves to read, and meets up with demo, spy and heavy for a casual book club meeting once a month! :)

loves to draw. gets together with scout and pyro to have quiet drawing sessions sitting on the roof of their base. their artistic styles all vary greatly, but its good company and a great way to decompress after a gritty day on the field!

can fit in with any/all of the mercs. engie is always a welcome presence! spends time with all of the mercs equally for the most part. enjoys conversing with medic, demo and sniper about medicine, chemistry and botany (respectively) and learning new things from his friends!

loves to eat! loves to cook! the more, the merrier. often cooks for the mercs just because he likes to. i hc that all of the mercs are fairly savvy cooks (except for solly lol) and readily enjoy sharing food with one another. engie's pot pies and bbq are second to none!

quick to apologize and sort out any bad blood. doesn't let his pride get in the way of settling conflicts (even when he Knows he's right...)! he'd rather you talk it out with him and tell him how you're feeling. even if he doesn't understand, he'll be receptive and sympathetic!

loves to drive. always the first to volunteer to drive and doesn't mind carting the other mercs around. that's what his pickup is for! likes a good drive with the windows down to clear his head, or working on his car. when he's not doing Work Related Stuff, he's in the garage! in a similar vein, he's constantly offering to fix up sniper's van. he gets how much sniper's home means to him (not bc sniper Tells him. i think he just Senses it!) and wants to help the old girl! sniper politely declines every time.. engie still thinks she's probably about a decade overdue for an oil change!

has an incredible memory. Where were you on this day at this time in that year? engie will remember! great at helping other mercs solve basic problems, but horrible at solving his own. Where did he leave that one wrench again...?! (but its okay. for anything that engineer happens to forget, Spy remembers! if engie's tools get lost on the battlefield, spy is usually the one that finds them and promptly returns it to him Anonymously!)

loves horses! he and sniper talk about them often and compare their similar (albeit still v different) experiences growing up in rural areas. engie's always happy to meet a cowboy, even if they're cut from a different cloth! :D he enjoys sniper's company as another Mellow Fellow!

#as usual apologies for Ass Formatting im grabbing all of my stuff from twt lol #mercthreads #<- read my other merc hcs here!#tf2 #engineer #dutchfoolery #dutchiehcs

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Hi friend!! I was wondering if I could get a BoB ship please? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Looks - I'm about 5'5" with dyed hair (currently it's a faded purple but I'm gonna do teal/blue next!) and polka dot glasses! I'm on the curvier side and trying to be confident in that (it's a struggle tho lol 🫠)

Personality - my Myers Briggs is ENFP and I've been told I'm a ray of sunshine and a human golden retriever! I love being the mom friend and taking care of all my people 🥰 I'm also quite chaotic at times, and a little bit clumsy 😂 on a deeper level I have an anxiety disorder, ADHD, and a trauma disorder from previous relationships, so while i can appear loud and happy and confident I'm often worried I'm being too much and that I'm a burden to my loved ones

Job/interests - I'm currently working part time at my local psychiatric hospital as a clinician! My goal is to get licensed and work full time with children struggling with mental health and behaviors, my favorite color is yellow, my favorite animal is sharks, and I'm addicted to iced coffee 🤣

Thank you for taking the time to read all this! Hope you have a great day 🥰✨

Thank you for your request Lovely! I’m so happy to open ships back up! 💗💗💗 (also sorry for any mistakes, I haven’t done ships in a WHILE 😅)

I ship you with…

Dick Winters!

Song Recommendation:

- Literally a sunshine couple omg

- He first met you when you joined easy and he immediately thought you were so cute. Like his heart was completely melted at how sweet you were to him

- He honestly gets really shy at first but he also feels super comfortable around you? It sounds kinda weird but he immediately finds comfort in you. He can definitely say it was love at first sight. He’ll stick around closely with you for the rest of the time , making sure no one is bothering you but also because he’s like in love w you???

- Makes SURE to keep his feelings to himself for the longest time. He would hate to make you feel uncomfortable or sound unprofessional so he’d rather just keep his emotions to himself.

- UNTILLL, something happened and you got really hurt. He wasn’t sure what happened to you but when he heard that you had been in danger he got so scared, he really thought he lost you. He makes sure to confess to you afterwards.

- You two are definitely the parents of the friend group. Always taking care of everyone else and making sure everybody is under control, it makes him feel less lonely having someone else to be mature with 🤣

- OH and don’t let me forget ~ this man is in LOVE with your curves, like if he could spend every minute of the day kissing every inch of your body, he would. He also has to let you know how much he loves you, how beautiful you are, just the daily positive affirmations he has to give to you (he’s soo in love w you)

- He’ll spend a lot of time losing track of everything and getting lost in his daydreams about you. He really looks for you in everything. He sees the sun bright and shiny? It reminds him of you. He looks at anything purple? All he can think about it your pretty hair.

- He almost never stops thinking about you. (it’s actually become quite a problem) And when he does daydream about you, it’s so obvious. He’ll just be sitting there by himself, smiling like a huge idiot and everyone else is just like “Is he okay???” LOL

- He’d never tell you this, but he LOVES watching you take care of others, you’re just so kind and the way you nurture others really makes him want to marry you (and start a family with you) even more then he did before.

- This man enjoys it so much when you enjoy yourself, he really loves your chaotic-ness. He will just sit back and look at you like a proud father when you’re having your own fun. You just always make him smile.

- When you open up to him about your past relationship, he feels a mixture of emotions. He feels angry, because who could do that to the love of his life? You’re so sweet and kind and he KNOWS you don’t deserve anything less then perfect. He also feels sad. Sad that he wasn’t there to make you feel better and take away everything bad from you.

- It hurts him so much to know you’ve went through so many things, and you’re still kindest and prettiest soul he knows. He admires you so much for how much love you have to give to everyone.

- Whenever you’re having a moment when the anxiety just gets the best of you - he tries so hard to help you, with whatever it might be. He’s so patient with you (it comes very natural to him) He’ll do anything you want or need. A spa day by yourself or a warm bath with candles and your favorite book. He tries so hard to make you feel special and good. He will make sure to rub your back and tell you everything’s gonna be alright. Over and over again til you know it yourself.

- He also makes sure to let you know that you would never ever ever be a burden to him in a million years. He would walk around the whole earth barefoot just to see your smile or to see you happy. You’re HIS girl and when you have a problem, you can come to him no matter what it is!!

- When you get really really sad or you’ve have a long day, he likes to steal your polka dotted glasses from you and dance around in them (even though it might be a little blurry seeing him 🤣) he really will try everything to make you crack a laugh.

- He loves hearing about your work goals! He thinks it’s so neat how much you want to help children with mental health. He thinks it takes such a smart, patient, but also understanding person for the job. And you’re the perfect person for it to him. He’s so supportive for you. I could definitely see him as the hubby that packs your lunches and stuff like that LOL

- Whenever you guys go out, whether it’s to a bar to see old friends, or just out on a date, he’s got an arm wrapped around you at all times. He wants to show you off to the whole world honestly, you’re perfect and if someone can’t see that then they’re blind.

- Out in public he loves showing you off but can also get pretty protective over you. If someone is looking at his girl, he’s gonna say something to them (and that’s honestly rare because he’s a chill dude.) At the end of the day, if someone is making you uncomfortable, he’s gonna confront them. (if that’s okay with you ofc)

- Also back to the part where I said he always thinks of you, I forgot to mention how whenever he sees a Plushie Shark or any kind of stuffed animal shark, he makes SUREE to get it for you, you’ll definitely work up to a collection overtime 😭

- And whenever he comes home from work he’s always stopping at a local cafe to get you some good iced coffee, this man just really REALLY loves you!!

Thank you for your request bestie! Hope you enjoyed 🥰💛

#band of brothers #band of brothers ship #ithinkabouttzu

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Every adventure requires a first step.

Vil Schoenheit x Rook Hunt: Shrinking Potion

My first time writing a proper one shot! Writing this gave me second-hand embarrassment lol

Hope you enjoy!

Contains spoilers for Episode/Book 5. Might be OOC.

SUMMARY: Vil stumbled upon a shrinking potion in the snow. Rook comes to the rescue.

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Vil was merely taking in the winter sights when his boots hit an object beneath the snow. He winced slightly but didn't make a noise. Hopefully, it hadn't ruined his boots.

He was about to leave when Vil caught a glimpse of pink beneath the fresh white snow. Hm? He crouched down and pushed aside the snow gently with his gloves.

There appeared to be a bottle of pink liquid. Probably a failed potion. Vil concluded upon not recognizing it. He scrunched up his nose, disposing of a failed potion like this was just distasteful.

With a sigh, Vil carefully handled it and walked toward the nearest trash can. What he didn't account for was the lid not being on properly. A single drop of it on his sleeve was all it took.

The world suddenly began to spin as the world grew.

"Oh, please!" He groaned. Thankfully, his voice did not become cartoonishly high. That wasn't one of his main concerns though.

Vil took his magic pen from his coat pocket and cast a controlled fire shot. The snow melted only for the snow above it to replace the small hole he had made. He knew he wouldn't have enough magic to make his way back to the Hall of Mirrors.

With no other choice, he took his phone next. "Mira Mira, call Rook." Vil sighed. The phone sparked to life as it dialled his vice dorm head. He didn't have to wait long for him to pick up.

"Vil! I was wondering where you'd gone." Rook gasped. "I was trying to dispose of someone's shrinking potion when it fell on my sleeve." He explained, the irritation slipping through his voice despite his attempts to keep calm. "I will find you immediately, don't worry! I See You!" Vil could hear him cast his unique magic.

Rook had given him a marked matching apple keychain a while back and Vil had taken to carrying it on him at all times. Sure, it was an incredible amount of trust to put in a person but Vil trusted Rook. Maybe sometimes too much.

To his credit, Vil felt the ground trembling and heard Rook calling out for him quickly. "Roi de Poison! My beautiful Vil!" His frantic shouting rang out through the cold winter air.

"Down here, by the trash can. Don't step on me." Vil said through the phone. He saw his brown boots before his golden locks and foxy emerald eyes came into view. Anyone seeing that would be terrified but it was Rook. Vil wasn't scared of Rook.

Rook would only hurt him if it were for his own good, such as during VDC. He couldn't help but recall the way his heart sank as tears welled in his eyes upon the revelation that Rook had voted for Neige. Vil Schoenheit doesn't cry.

"Let us return now, Roi de Poison!" Rook offered a gloved hand. Vil climbed on gracefully. "Rook, do I seem different?" Despite his obvious state, Rook only smiled in understanding.

"My beautiful Vil, you retain your beauty no matter what form you take. I will always follow you." Rook lifted his palm up to his face, their eyes met. Suddenly, it all became so very clear to him.

"Kiss me."

A brief look of shock crossed those sharp green eyes of his. Vil closed his eyes, their lips gently touched. His world spun again and Vil found himself in Rook's arms. "True love's kiss, of course." Vil scoffed. Rook merely chuckled in response and Vil couldn't stop himself from joining him.

Ao3: HERE If you see it posted anywhere or by anyone else, it's not me.

#vil schoenheit #rook hunt #twisted wonderland #vil x rook #rookvil #pomefiore #fluff #and a bit of angst #i wrote this while brain dead

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mdzs vol. 1 chapter 4: the elegant flirt-- first readthrough thoughts

Lan Wangji has Wei Wuxian brought to his private rooms, scandalizing the juniors. Wei Wuxian is so…affected by Lan Wangji. “The refreshing fragrance of sandalwood was cool and clean, ephemeral and alluring. In his idleness, he mindlessly thought, This is the scent that was on Lan Zhan. The fragrance probably sank into his clothes with all the time he spends in here, practicing his guqin or meditating. With this thought in mind, he couldn’t help being drawn in closer to that incense table in the corner.” ….like!!!

Lan Wangji hiding Wei Wuxian’s favorite liquor under a floorboard, after all these years. His discipline whip scars, his branding. My chest aches, holy shit. Hanguang-jun is synonymous with devotion.

Lan Xichen: Wow, Wangji is happy to have a guest! I haven’t seen him this happy to have someone around since Wei Wuxian! Glad to see him moving on and putting himself out there :)

Lan Wangji of the present is so soft with Wei Wuxian, compared to Lan Wangji of the flashback in this chapter. Like, wow, it’s giving Growth. He has Wei Wuxian back in his life--what else could he do with this second chance but be in love, but stay by Wei Wuxian’s side, but cater to his whims, but protect him at all costs? Now when Wei Wuxian flirts with him, it doesn’t infuriate him. When Wei Wuxian throws himself into bed with Lan Wangji, he immobilizes him so they can sleep together, chest to chest. (I bet Lan Wangji sleeps better than he’s slept in thirteen years that night lol). The artwork of Wei Wuxian sprawled on top of Lan Wangji is so lovely and tender and hilarious and perfect. God, I can’t wait for more hot moments like this.

Okay. There are too many good scenes in the flashback portion of this chapter of Wei Wuxian being a manic pixie little shit and Lan Wangji having everything he knew about himself turned on its head. This dynamic lays such a juicy foundation for their relationship development.

Ultimate Truth Which No One in the Cultivation World Could Deny: Lan Wangji regards the precepts of his clan as sacrosanct and will follow them unerringly. Another Unfortunate Pesky Little Ultimate Truth Proven Time And Again: Wei Wuxian will get Lan Wangji to break many of these sacrosanct rules. These Truths conflict with each other. So you see Lan Wangji’s earth-shattering dilemma?

Fifteen-year-old Lan Wangji is the pinnacle of discipline. He is the paragon of restraint. And he wants nothing more than to be teased into outrage by the flighty, rambunctious Wei Wuxian. This must be difficult for him to grapple with! Has he ever been so fervent, so ardent about anyone in this way before? Of course not--it goes against everything he knows to be right and true, it goes against his reputation and nature, it goes against his clan’s laws. He is frost and snow but suddenly there is a blaze in his chest--what can he do besides melt, scorch? Suddenly he’s getting into fights and yelling furiously and…caring for rabbits.

His true feelings are evident by his subtle reactions throughout Wei Wuxian’s time at the Cloud Recesses (ie freaking out about the bunnies both being male), but then they are outright confirmed by his brother Lan Xichen: Lan Wangji wants nothing more than to spend time with Wei Wuxian, despite outwardly keeping him at arm’s length (in the cold baths he does this literally, lol). Wei Wuxian has shaken up Lan Wangji’s whole existence and Lan Wangji craves him and he cannot wrap his brain around that fact. Truly he has been corrupted!

Fifteen-year-old Wei Wuxian is just as obsessed with Lan Wangji--this is obvious. “The Elegant Flirt” indeed. Every time Wei Wuxian is somewhere, and Lan Wangji is also there, Wei Wuxian is constantly trying to rile Lan Wangji up. He always wants Lan Wangji’s attention, why he’s always caught up admiring Lan Wangji’s looks. Wei Wuxian seems to be even more divorced from his feelings than LWJ--I think LWJ figures out that he’s in love, and that’s part of the outrage that WWX inspires in him. I think WWX is genuinely too young and carefree to have figured out anything as profound/devastating as falling in love--that doesn’t mean it hasn’t happened. Like, he has inextricably linked himself to Lan Wangji, and he doesn’t even know it yet. He just knows that he is the only one who can push Lan Wangji’s buttons, and therefore he is Lan Wangji’s Button-Pusher--he doesn’t dig too deep into the why.

I wonder when the realization of Feelings happens for him? Obviously it was not a thing in The Untamed. So I genuinely don’t know when the realization happens, though I assume (hope) it will. Maybe what he needs from Lan Wangji for him to Realize is gentleness (which he is finally receiving now that they are back in each others’ lives). FUCK!!!

God, Wei Wuxian really does obsess over how pretty Lan Wangji is right from the jump. You can’t no homo your way out of this one boy

As for Lan Wangji, and maybe this will be disproved, but I feel like after their first fight on the roof, which Wei Wuxian recants to Jiang Cheng and Nie Huisang, he starts to feel the inexorable change within him--I mean, he’s fighting at night, he doesn’t do that! Maybe he doesn’t know it as love just yet, maybe just…intense ardor that isn’t actually hatred? Wei Wuxian calls him out for always watching him. Lan Wangji is probably staring at him like, what is this demon? He who has bewitched me body and soul? How dare he, and also--how? He’s got Wei Wuxian-itis and he’s never gonna shake that shit ;_; I’m so dead over this dynamic!!

I think after Wei Wuxian leaves the Cloud Recesses, a day does not go by where Lan Wangji doesn’t think of him. Not necessarily fondly, lol. But certainly ardently. Oof ouch ouch help it hurts.

Once again I am so fucking glad I started to read MDZS. Only four chapters in btw

#wangxian #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mdzs #yarrow reads mdzs #this got so freaking long let me just start writing fic for them already

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