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EYEM #14

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x female reader

Summary: You try to move on after the Universe has been saved.

Word count: 4,700

Warning: Angst

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[Previous] [TBC]

You're standing in the middle of your old apartment.

The same apartment that had a helicopter crash into it and left nothing but rubble, ash and melted cement in its wake. Except now it's restored, like nothing ever happened.

Your rickety dining table sits in the middle of the room, propped up by a hardcover book to make up for the fact that one leg is crooked. Your tiny double bed with your lumpy mattress is pushed up against the wall. The usual piles of clean and dirty laundry indiscriminately mixed together sits unattended on top of the unmade covers.

You don't understand.

Why is it all back to normal?

You shake your head, snapping yourself out of it.

Miguel… You need to get back to him and you don't have time for this right now.

"Lyla," you summon. A warm ping vibrates against your inner wrist as Lyla appears. "Take me back to the void."

Lyla shakes her head firmly. "I'm sorry I can't do that."

"What do you mean? Of course you can, you've brought us there twice. You did it when Miguel commanded you."

She peers up at you through her pink heart-shaped glasses, with a solemn look in her holographic eyes.

"The first time was a miscalculation. The second was to eliminate the continued threat to your life."

Her words stop you cold. 'Continued threat...' Is she referring to Miguel?

"Lyla, please. Stop messing around. Take me back to Miguel."

Lyla's eyes go blank, no longer the flippant expression you are so used to seeing.

"Request denied. My programming does not allow me to expose you to danger."

"He's going to die if we don't do something Lyla!" You shout at her.

There is a tremor in your hand. Your nerves are shot, exhausted and tired from everything that has happened in the last 24 hours and you can feel the tears pushing up against your throat.

"Isn't it part of your protocol to protect him?!"

"I was built to protect you. My primary directive is to make sure you're safe above all else. That is my purpose."

She recites the words as if she's reading from a manual. It's flat and emotionless in a way you've never known Lyla to be before. Like the line is hardwired into the very core of her basic coding. There are no funny jokes. No sass.

"Lyla, please," you beg.

She doesn't answer you. That same impassive expression as before is still on her face.

"Lyla..." you try again.

You scramble to think of your options. To devise a plan B. But to your horror, you can’t think of anything.

What are you meant to do? You’re not a super genius who can build source code out of thin air that can break the laws of physics. You have no superpowers. No magic that allows you to travel to other dimensions.

The only thing you know how to do is file claim insurance applications. You’re useless.

There's nothing to be done.

It's over.

Your legs give in from the oppressive weight of your realization. You slump to the floor, unable to hold yourself together as the hard wooden floor hits your knees. You fold in two, hunched over the floor and you let the ache inside your chest break and pour over and you cry.

When you come to some time later, you find yourself curled up on the floor. You don't know how long you must've been crying for. But it must’ve been long enough for you to have cried yourself to exhaustion and slipped into unconsciousness.

Turning onto your back, you stare up at the ceiling, shivering from the cold breeze of the evening coming through the window.

Your limbs are cramping from exhaustion. You're dehydrated. Mouth dry and eyes crusted with dried tears. There's a deep-seated headache burrowing into your skull. It's a struggle for you to get up from the floor into a seated position, as you properly take in your surroundings.

At first glance, this version of your apartment looks identical to yours, but on closer inspection there are some stark differences.

By the window, there are black out curtains hanging from the ceiling to allow for sleep-ins during daylight hours.

On your bed, amongst the mountain piles of laundry strewn haphazardly, there are items you don’t recognize. Oversized hoodies that are big enough to fit a bear. Male sweatpants. Socks so big they look like they're Christmas stockings.

Walking over to the kitchen area, there's a distinct lack of coffee. It's been replaced by expired Reese's Peanut Butter cups, milk duds, and Hershey bars that fill every corner of your kitchen cupboards to the brim, stuffed haphazardly on the upper shelves that you could never reach. They have even made their way into your nightstand and stuffed and hidden between books on the bookshelf.

Lyla doesn't even have to tell you where you are. You already know.

This is your home. In your other self's dimension. It belongs to Miguel's nena.

Miguel sent you here, the closest universe he knew of that was identical to yours, so that you could live out your days in safety, without him.

Fucking idiot.

This is not what you wanted.

Days pass.

It's an odd and empty existence, you've beaten the impossible odds and won against the universe itself and made it out alive. Yet you're not sure that anything about this truly qualifies as a victory.

For all you know, the world that is your home may have been destroyed.

After all that's what Stark said: there is no guarantee that just because you left, everything would go back to normal.

And who are you to argue with the (second) smartest man on earth?

There's no way of you knowing what the outcome was, and Lyla refuses to transport you out of this current dimension.

You spend most of your days curled into a ball in bed unable to summon the strength to keep yourself upright or awake for more than an hour at a time, haunted by the knowledge that your escape from your death might have doomed trillions to theirs.

In the hours in between, when that inescapable guilt doesn't eat into your mind, the only thing you are left with is replaying the moments of your life in the past three months.

It flits through your closed eyes like an old film reel and in every one of those moments, Miguel is there, reminding you of what you have now lost.

You feel hollowed out, scraped out and empty like there's nothing inside. The only time you manage to feel anything that resembles an emotion is when you clutch onto whatever piece of oversized clothing that once belonged to Miguel. The only physical trace you have to prove to yourself that he existed and it's not just some fantastical made up story in your mind.

Miguel once told you that anyone who gets lost in the void gets erased. Their very existence scrubbed from the records of the world. Does the fact that you can still remember him mean that he's still there? And if so, how much longer will you be able to mourn him before he's faded entirely in that space. Before your very memory of him and the love you have that sits inside you with nowhere to go is gone too?

Nothing about this feels like a happy ending.

In the first few days, you don't leave the house. You tell yourself that it's better that way. Now that Miguel is no longer here, the idea of walking out in into open streets in broad daylight seems strange to you.

Lyla tries to tempt you with exotic holidays.

“Bali, India! The world is your oyster, we can fly out first class tonight and do an Eat Pray Love for as long as you want to!” Lyla’s voice sings in your ear. "Thailand is lovely this time of the year, barely any tycoons."

Most of the time, you ignore her presence, burying your head into the pillow, pathetically hugging onto one of the oversized shirts that’s been left behind.

Everytime you hope to catch a whiff of the remnant traces of Miguel’s presence there. But there’s nothing. It just smells of stale detergent.

After surviving the end of the world, a lot of things that used to be important seems meaningless to you now.

Alive as you may be, there’s no real purpose for you carved out in this dimension. You don't go to work in the mornings, because the you of this universe died years ago. Showing up at your office at the Chrysler building would likely induce heart attacks amongst your old co-workers.

You could scour Careerbuilder for job ads, but there's a sour pit in your stomach that hugs tightly around your guts everytime you think of the prospect of having to speak to job recruiters.

You don't think you have it in you to lie to some stranger at an interview and pretend that being in front of a white screen poring over excel sheets 8 hours a day is the way you want to spend the rest of your life until you hit retirement.

Besides, rent is not an issue anymore. Nor is money when Lyla is there to take care of you and act as your digital sugar momma. A standing order for any and all bills needed to maintain this home had already been set up long before you arrived.

You feel sorry for Lyla. She's been programmed to take care of your mental and physical well being and you know she is at wit's end with your listless behavior.

She pulls out all the stops. Lyla orders take out for you, delivered right to your door to try to get you to eat. If she had a physical body, you think she would hold you down and force feed you.

But something is wrong with you, because even though every dish is your favorite, rounded up from your favorite restaurants in the city, for the first time in your life since you were born, you no longer have much of an appetite.

You usually only manage mouthfuls just to keep Lyla from constantly nagging, before you shove the take-out box back into the fridge and then crawl back into bed.

Everything tastes bland and grey. Everything around you seems to have lost its color and shine. Was the world around you always this dull?

On the fifth day, there is a familiar baby-pink box with Gladis' logo printed on the lid arriving at your doorstep.

“Surprise!” Lyla announces. “It’s your favorite! I ordered the luxury box with the elderflower lemon flavors, as well as the lychee-raspberry jello!”

You sit down by the table, staring at the beautifully adorned cupcakes in the box. Spirals of white and pink frosting with petals of edible flowers. There's freshly cut strawberries and blackberries and chocolate shavings on op.

Picking one up, you cram the whole cupcake into your mouth, trying to cling onto the memory of that first time when the flavor of lemon zest bursting on your tongue had made you squeal with happiness.

That doesn't happen.

This time, as the sugar hits the top of your mouth, all you can think about is how much you miss him. How things will never be the same without him.

How you'll never get to have him sit next to you, smiling softly as he watches you eat. That you'll never get to see him demolish a cupcake in one bite and leave frosting on his nose.

It doesn't feel the same, you just feel hollow. Wetness spills across your cheeks, and snot clogs your nose and throat. You must look like a looney, ugly crying with your mouth stuffed full of cupcake, barely swallowing.

After that Lyla doesn’t order them for you anymore.

It's morning you think, judging from the bright sun pouring in from the blinds.

Lyla is buzzing near your ear where you've taken off the watch and placed it on the pillow next to you for company.

"You need to get out of the house. You're turning into a social recluse. It's not a good look," she says, as she peers down at you over her pink-tinted glasses.

"How about I get a date for you? Have a fab night out on the town? I have a roller-dex of the top bachelors in New York. I'm happy to hack into their calendar!"

You ignore her, burying your face deeper into the pillow, hugging Miguel's worn hoodie tighter to your chest. You pull the cover over your head, but you can still hear her babble on through the thin separation of fabric.

"What's your type? Oscar Isaac? He’s hot– No, no you're right he's happily married and we don’t wanna be homewreckers here. What about Lenny Kravitz? Doesn't get cooler than Kravitz and he’s long divorced."

"Lyla stop," you groan, poking your head back up above the covers. You just want quiet. Just want to stay here cocooned in this space that is the closest you'll ever get to Miguel for as long as you can remember him, until that too is taken away from you.

"I'm fine. I don't need a date."

"You're not fine though. You've only eaten a box of cupcakes in the last week. You haven't showered and you look like a mess. Your hair is greasier than the BP oil spill off the gulf of Mexico. My purpose is to keep you safe, and that includes your mental and emotional levels, which are... " she stops, throwing up some diagnostics boxes in floating holograms, then makes a face. "Yikes."

She’s doing this on purpose. Talking incessantly, so that she can nag you into doing what she wants. Suddenly you gain newfound sympathy for Miguel. You used to think it was funny when she nagged him and got on his nerves, but now that you're on the end of it, you see how he must’ve suffered when Lyla was in one of these moods with him.

"Will you stop if I step out of the house for a walk," you offer as an olive branch, hoping for a little peace and quiet.

"How long of a walk?"

"Five."

"Minutes?!" Lyla screeches with outrage. "The general recommendation is 150 minutes of weekly exercise, I'm going to need at least an hour's walk from you boss-girl."

"Twenty minutes."

"Forty!"

"Half an hour, or I'm going back to bed and wearing earplugs."

Lyla grins. "Deal".

The streets here look the same as the ones in your dimension, down to the Bodega owned by the old Korean couple around the corner. This version of earth is identical to yours in almost every way you know of.

Except in this New York, instead of Matthew Ellis, a man named Biden who is apparently over 100 years old (give or take a few years) is president.

In this reality, Leonardo Di Caprio apparently won an Oscar, while Amy Adams still hasn't, which is nuts to you.

The Avengers also don't seem to exist here. Though Superheroes still seem prevalent. A group of misfits that refers to themselves as the Fantastic Four seems to dominate the news cycle more often than not.

Ahead of you, the street splits into two paths and you take a corner into the smaller street that you know should cut through to a dog park.

But it doesn’t. Instead of green grass fields and park benches, you end up in a small narrow dead end of a street. Somehow you're lost. Shit. You should've paid more attention.

Looking up, you turn your head left and right to try to make sense of where you could be. You’re just about to pull up google maps, when the flickering light of the one sole streetlamp illuminating this alley catches your attention.

You're 12 blocks from Chinatown, but you recognize this alley even though it shouldn't be here.

From a distance, you spot the familiar red stall. The same small rickety table. The same red cloth draped on top. The same old lady with her abnormally large shiny head, comically large sunglasses and white-blue robe. The same giant sign spelling out: Fortune teller.

Only this time, there's only one folding chair set up in front of it.

She takes one look at you, as you sit down with a look of familiarity in her milky-white eyes.

"Your bad luck is gone," she says.

You should be more surprised that the scam fortune teller from another dimension seemingly remembers the conversation you had with her other self. But it doesn't. You've learned by now that nothing is as it seems.

Random near death accidents are not just due to bad luck. A superhero that repeatedly saves you isn’t just doing it out of sheer goodwill and duty. A starmap is not just a starmap, and you’re willing to bet your life that this fortune teller is not just a fortune teller.

“Who are you?” you ask her.

“Is that of importance to you?”

“Yes.”

She takes off her sunglasses and stares directly into your eyes. Without the obstruction of dark tinted lenses, you can see that it's not glaucoma causing the whiteness in her pupils. In her eyes, there are galaxies, millions of tiny dots of glowing stars, endless and mesmerizing as you stare back into them.

"My name is Ulana. I’m a Watcher. My role is to observe the Multiverse from the Nexus of all realities.”

There’s no longer that harmless demeanor and friendly smile that makes you drop your guard. She holds herself with reverence as she speaks, with the aura of the divine.

“Does that mean you are able to observe every reality in this moment?” you ask.

“Yes.”

The image of your New York with its pink cracked sky and the chaos you left it in crowds your vision.

"Can you tell me what happened to my old world after I left? Is it still there?"

"Your old home is intact and safe."

You let out a shaky breath you didn’t know you had been holding all this time.

Thank god.

Relieved tears spill from your cheeks. Somehow you haven't single-handedly caused the destruction and death of whole worlds and countless lives.

Even if you can never go back there, that place will always be your home, and your chest warms at the thought that even without you it will always still be there.

You take a moment to gather yourself, to wipe the errant tears that are welling up with the back of your hand.

Then you take a deep calming breath before you ask her the question that has been plaguing your mind since you arrived in this reality.

"Is Miguel still alive in the void?" you ask her.

"Your husband is still alive. But he doesn't have much time left. He's fading."

Your fingers curl into fists on top of your knees, "How do I save him?"

"I couldn't tell you.” She shakes her head sadly. "My kind is not allowed to intervene. We are only meant to observe the ongoings of the universes. I've already meddled too much.”

Ducking down, she reaches under her desk, sorting through the pile of junk paper, before she leans back up over the table.

"This is the only help I can give you," she says, reaching over to place something into your hands.

You look down to see a familiar bright yellow Star Map.

"He'll be home this time," she tells you.

You're standing on the doorsteps of the old brownstone on 177A Bleecker Street, staring up at the old ornate wooden front doors.

Unlike last time you were here, there's no hesitation in you anymore. It doesn't matter that you've come alone with no other superhero to validate your mad and fantastical story about the Cosmos that was out to kill you.

You don't care if Strange thinks you're a random crazy from the streets.

If he doesn't believe you, then you'll make him believe you. If he tries to have you hauled out, you'll kick and drag and scream at the top of your lungs, and chain yourself to his front door if that's what it takes.

You bring your hand to the door knocker and tap it three times. Then you wait.

Nothing.

Didn't the fortune teller say he was going to be home this time?

Goddamnit, was she a scam after all? What kind of name is Ulana for a celestial being anyhow? Did you end up wasting another ten dollars?

You grit your teeth and step forward again, grabbing the door knocker to pound it down against the front door, even harder this time and you don’t stop at one or two, you keep slamming it down fervently.

Mid-knock, the door creaks, swinging open, as an exasperated voice greets you.

"Yes, yes, yes. I'm coming. There's no need to knock that aggressively, I'm not going to come to the door any fast–"

He stops mid-sentence as he looks at you. For a man you've never met, Dr. Strange's eyes go wide at the sight of you standing on his doorsteps. His eyes are filled with the disbelief of a man who's seen a ghost.

"You're alive," he says.

“Sit down and make yourself comfortable,” Strange says as he hurriedly pulls out a chair by the old oak table in his dining room.

“I’ll make us some tea,” he says.

He waves his cape with a dramatic flare in the empty space, and from a distance you hear a small click, before you realize that he must’ve used magic to put on the kettle.

For someone that’s supposed to be a sorcerer, you don’t know why the hell he bothers having a kettle. Seems a bit redundant, couldn’t he just use magic to instantly heat water?

You sit down as instructed, hands folded in your lap as you try not to fidget.

There’s a prolonged and uncomfortable silence as you both wait for the water to boil.

Strange opens then closes his mouth, as if he’s unsure of who should speak first. In the end though, he doesn’t say anything at all, he just drums his fingers impatiently on the wooden surface as he smiles politely but awkwardly at you. Across the room, the water starts simmering to a boil.

This wasn’t what you had expected. You had counted on him to try to kick you out and you having to make a passionate plea for him to listen to you. Instead he’d opened the door and insisted on inviting you in and now the two of you are drowning in a sea of uncomfortable silence.

There’s a tinny whistle from the kettle, and Strange darts up from the chair, as if the interruption was a godsend. He rushes over to pick it up, before walking back to the table with it at a much slower pace.

Then he stands next to you, tilting the snout of the kettle into your small tea cup.

Strange stares intently at your face as he pours the boiling water into the cup. So focused on you that he doesn't pay any attention to the level of the hot water, until it spills over the rim and onto the table surface below. Then he seemingly snaps himself out of it.

"Shit! Sorry," Strange begins. He wipes up the spillage with his robe, even though there are perfectly good paper towels behind him, even though he could’ve just used magic to make it vanish in the blink of an eye.

"You look exactly like her," he says, then he stops himself.

Strange considers the statement and does a curt little nod at himself as if berating himself for how stupid that comment sounded. "Which of course you do. You are her, just… from another dimension."

From your time with Miguel, you’ve been able to glean from his childish rants about the man’s “ugly” and “useless” and “impractical” cape that there’s a hostility there towards Strange that goes beyond just Miguel being Miguel.

Judging from the guilt in this man’s eyes as he looks at you from across the table, you can guess that there is a complicated history between Strange and Miguel and you.

“Did you know me?” you ask.

“Yeah, we were friends. Good friends,” Strange corrects himself. Then a sadness seeps into his eyes as he stops wiping the table and pulls back his robe close to his body. “Although I supposed I wasn’t a great friend to you near the end of things.”

He places the cup down on the table in front of you, the rising steam wafts through the air, smelling of mint and honey as he drags out the chair and sits himself next to you.

"Why don't you tell me everything from the start," Strange asks you.

So you do. You tell him of that first day when you fell out of the Chrysler building and was saved by Miguel. Tell him about how Miguel saved you again and again and how you tried to trap him with cookies and how you fell out of the Chrysler building a second time on purpose, which makes Strange laugh that sounds fond and warm.

You tell him of the void, the fortune teller, the Avengers and everything in between, and how despite surviving all of that Miguel had exiled himself to the void and sent you here by yourself, with each event you tell him his eyes grow sadder.

When you're done, Strange nods solemnly. He picks up his cup and takes a small sip of his tea to buy himself time to gather his thoughts. Then he finally speaks again. "What can I do to help?"

"Miguel is still in the void. I need your help to send me there so I can get him back."

Strange frowns, then goes entirely quiet as he stares out of the window in deliberation. It takes several moments before he speaks again.

"The void is a dangerous place, stay too long and you will be erased from existence. If you go in you may not be able to find your way out and I wouldn’t be able to help you from here."

“That’s fine, I just need your help to get there” you say.

He sets down his cup as he continues. "I can’t in good conscience send you back out there. I've already broken my promise to keep you safe once."

Frustration brims in your chest. As flattered as you are over Strange’s concern over your safety, you bristle at the fact that there seems to be none extended to Miguel’s. Every second you spend here is another second wasted.

“Miguel is there. If I don’t save him, he’s going to be erased from existence.”

That doesn’t seem to move the doctor in the slightest.

“For Miguel, his own life is a small price to pay in exchange for yours. He’d sacrifice the whole world for you to live.”

“That’s not a choice for him to make.”

Strange scratches his thumb over his bearded jaw, as if he's trying to figure out how to solve a puzzle, before speaking again.

"Right now with Miguel gone, the volatile cosmic energy surrounding you is stabilized. The version of you in this universe died and is viewing your presence as an equivalent exchange. You could stay here. You'd be safe. Miguel would've known that. That's probably why he sent you here.”

"I don't want to stay here if Miguel isn't here," you counter.

Leaning back in his chair, Strange up at the ceiling in deep thought.

"It's risky, if I sent you there, you may not even be able to find him. He might not even have his physical shape anymore, he’s been there too long by now."

His head ducks back down as he looks at your face, observing you for long moments.

You don't know what it is he sees, but a small amused smile quirks at his lip as he shakes his head again.

"But... I think you already know the risks and nothing I can say will dissuade you will it?" he says.

You nod.

It's not that you've stopped being scared of the void. It's not that the very thought of it doesn't fill your stomach with a cold dread. It's that Miguel is there, and there is no risk you're not willing to take to have the chance to see him again.

You square your chest and confidence swells inside you with your answer.

"Send me there."

Credit and Dedication: We're almost there guys! Next issue is going to be the final one. Thanks to everyone who has been with me on this ride! I cannot wait to share the final conclusion with you all.

Special thank you (as always) go out to my bestie: @thirstworldproblemss who is a big reason this story even lifted off the ground in the first place.

Big BIG BIGGEST thanks to my muse @guruan who has gifted me with so much inspiration be it thirsty twitter art of our favorite rude spider or her own insanely gorgeous art. Have you seen this heartbreaking beauty?!

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wnderlvst · 3 months ago

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gifted.

happy womb escape to my favorite discomfort streamer <3

reader asks her best friend, schlatt, what he wants for a birthday gift. no use of y/n. nsfw under the cut.

we’d been friends for so, so long now — and we were so, so close, too.

the last few years, i’d asked him what he’d wanted for his birthday. he’d always told me that he just appreciates that i’m thinking about him, but that he really didn’t want anything. he was already grateful for my presence. even during streams or recordings, i’d referenced this many times. he knows i worry about gifts and if they’ll be absolutely perfect for a friend and/or family member.

but this year, i couldn’t resist…he’d bought me cute little knick-knacks for my birthdays, why can’t i return the favor?

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so when i arrived at his place, i went and knocked at the door with a pink party hat on and a box full of homemade cupcakes in my hands.

and much like some cheap sitcom, he swung the door open and dragged me in dramatically, pulling me into a tight, warm hug. i have to put the box behind him as i wrap my arms around his waist. that’s when the giggles start!

“i can’t breathe, jay,”

he lets me go with a wide grin on his face, but keeps his hand on my shoulder.

“i told ya, i didn’t want anything…”

“please, it’s only fair!”

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after a few cupcakes, conversations, and jokes, i decided to ask him for a final time just for this birthday.

“please jay, are you sure you don’t want anything?”

he looks up, drawing his attention towards me again instead of the polka-dotted cupcake wrapper he was folding smaller and smaller.

“head,”

he joked. i think. so i snicker.

we were so far into our friendship, but sometimes, it’s impossible to tell when he’s serious or not.

but before i can even speak again, he starts before me.

“i’m being honest, toots,”

suddenly, the laughter that once filled the room was gone and all that i did was tilt my head.

“what?”

he paused for a moment, too, it seemed.

“i said, i’m bein’ honest.”

he said firmly.

i would be lying if i said that i hadn’t been pushing aside my feelings for him.

“you — you’re sure?”

he nods.

okay then, birthday boy, if that’s what you want.

i pushed the coffee table further away as i got down on both my knees before him. he’d always sat with his legs spread wide, no shame, and it was so attractive. because of this, the only thing i had to do now was to palm him through his sweatpants.

he let out a sigh of relief, head tilting back to lean onto the couch’s pillows. i wet my lower lip, leaning forward slightly as i pulled the waistband down to allow his cock to spring out. he shudders at the suddenness, and i can’t stop looking at its size. i spat into my palm, then began to stroke my hand up and down, and he groaned. he can’t take his eyes off of me, and i know it. i slap it across my face and he loves it.

“look so fuckin’ gorgeous f’me right now.”

i lick a stripe up the base. i start to bob my head slowly up and down his tip, and my jaw goes slack to fit its width in my mouth. his eyes roll back. all that could be heard now were the filthy noises of the plunging in spit and gagging, and i feel him grasp a fistful of my hair in his large left hand. this meant i didn’t have to do the work anymore, and he could just use me any way he wanted.

we did this for a while. my lips were coated in spit and the gross sounds of squelching echoed off of the simple decoration and white walls.

“god toots, jus’ let me cum in your mouth, yeah?”

my nose presses against his abdomen every time i rock back and forth, and i try my best to nod ‘yes’ as tears fill my eyes. this only keeps him going.

“f-fuck, doll,”

his pace became uneven, he grunted and he held onto my head with more force. i could tell he was getting closer.

“‘m cumming — o-oh, ff-“ he cut himself off with a loud final moan. his grip on me loosened and my throat felt sticky and warm. i could taste him, and i swallow. he tries to catch his breath. i wipe the messy mascara off of my cheeks.

“thank you.” he mutters.

“happy birthday,” we smile.

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squoxle · 1 year ago

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Blow The Whistle ~ P.SH ff 18+

🩵🎂Birthday FF Special for My Hoonie🎁💙

❆pairing: Sunghoon!bf x Reader!gf | ❆wc: 1.4k | ❆summary: Sunghoon had recently picked up a side gig as a coach. But when he has to work overtime on his birthday, you have to think of another way to celebrate his special day. |❆cw: 🔞MDNI!! its smut honey...you know the drill

"Hey, birthday boy," you smiled as your boyfriend answered the phone.

You knew he was busy at work, but you just wanted to get an idea of what time he'd be coming home. You had planned a suprise birthday party for him and you were going to call a few friends over to celebrate. Everything was ready for him. You picked up a chocolate cake for him earlier and you had just finished placing the gifts on the table.

"What time do you think you'll be back home?" you asked.

"Uhh...I won't be home until after midnight," he sighed.

"What? Why?" you exclaimed.

"Well, today I'm in charge of cleaning the uniforms and skates for the kids. And we both know that takes a while."

"But--" you were cut off by the sound of his manager calling Sunghoon's name.

"Sorry, princess. I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, okay. Love you," he quickly said before you let out a sad "I love you too" in response. He gave you two air kisses before cutting the call.

*Dammit* you swore to yourself. How were you supposed to surprise him now?

Just then, an idea popped into your head. You were gonna bring the surprise party to him. You quickly got dressed and ran to the store to pick up a few things. You also texted Sunghoon to let you know when everyone left and he was the only one in the building washing their supplies.

As requested, Sunghoon texted you when everyone left, just as he was gathering the dirty uniforms. Unbeknowst to him, you were already in the main lobby waiting for his text. It was around 11 pm when you put your plan into action.

You walked to the boys' locker room to find your boyfriend pouring a cup of laundry detergent into the top-loader washing machine.

You crept up behind him and wrapped your arms around him. "Boo!" you smiled as his eyes widened in surprise.

"I didn't expect to see you here," he chuckled.

"Yeah, I know. It was supposed to be a surprise," you tapped his nose.

"Ohh so that's why you wanted me to text you?"

"Yep," you replied as you reached up to place a kiss on his cheek. "Happy birthday, Sunghoon," you smiled.

He pulled your face closer to his and kissed your lips.

"Wait! I also brought you a jumbo chocolate cupcake," you said as you pulled out a cutely wrapped box.

"Since when was chocolate pink?" Sunghoon said as he opened the box, revealing a bright pink princess themed cupcake.

"Oh no...that's the wrong one...I should've double checked" you sighed, seeing Sunghoon holding the wrong cupcake.

"It's okay, baby. This cupcake is perfect because it reminds me of you. And what better way to celebrate my special day than with my special girl?" Sunghoon smiled before pulling you in for a hug.

You felt slightly better after hearing Sunghoon's reaction to what felt like the dumbest mistake ever, but you still wished it was the right one.

"Hmm yeah...well, here's the candle," you said, pulling out a single gold candle and placing it in the center of the cupcake. You carefully lit the candle and watched as Sunghoon blew it out.

Sunghoon stuck his finger into the pink frosting and licked it off. "I don't know why I was expecting it to taste like strawberry," he chuckled. "It's tastes like normal buttercream," he shrugged before dipping his finger in the frosting again, but this time bringing it to your mouth to taste.

You opened your mouth to suck the frosting off, when Sunghoon gripped the back of your head as you closed your lips around his finger.

He slowly moved his finger back and forth in your mouth before grabbing more icing, this time placing it on his tongue. You opened your mouth as he inserted his frosting coated tongue. You felt him glide the sweet cream across your tongue as you sucked it when he pulled away.

Gripping your jaw and tilting your head back, Sunghoon spit into your mouth and inserted his two fingers. You sucked for a while before he started to shove them deeper, causing you to gag. He bent down to bite and suck on your neck.

However, he bit just a little too hard and you could tell by the small drop of blood trailling down your neck that he quickly licked up, stopping the bleeding with his tongue.

"Hey, you can't eat me," you giggled, caressing his head that laid on your breasts. "Why not? Isn't it my birthday?" he teased before lifting you up onto the washing machine. "Well it is, but I'm not a peice of cake," you said squishing his cheeks together. "No, but you're my little cupcake," he smiled, showing his dimples before reaching to pull your sweater over your head, exposing your bra. He then removed his own shirt as he pulled your breast to his lips leaving kisses and marks all over.

You reached down to rub his dick through his sweatpants as he kissed your lips, neck, cheek, and breasts. You felt his hardness as he pressed himself more into your hand. He gripped you tighter as his dick twitched in your hands. "Ngh," he grunted before abruptly stopping.

"You want me so bad, don't you?" he said, lustfully starting into your eyes. You nodded your head as a devilish smile crept onto his face. "Then get down on your knees and show me," he said, as you climbed off of the gently vibrating machine, onto your knees.

You reached up to pull out his throbbing dick as he gathered your hair into his hand. You licked your lips before opening your mouth. "Hold on princess, you're forgetting something," Sunghoon said as he swiped the last bit of frosting off of the cupcake and shoved his sweet slightly dyed fingers into your mouth.

As soon as the icing was in, Sunghoon shoved his dick into your mouth ans began pumping into your throat. "Yeah, baby. Suck my dick and show me how much of a needy little slut you are."

You squeezed his thighs as you gagged on his cock, he pulled out just enough for you to catch your breath before shoving it back in. You sucked for a little bit longer before eventually using your hands to give yourself a break. "Mmm, fuck. You're doing so good baby," Sunghoon said you started to suck again.

He moaned a few times before pulling out of your mouth. "Ugh, f-fuck. I need that pussy right now baby, please," he whined as you stood to your feet.

Immediately he threw your body on top of the washing machine, pulled your pants down, and inserted himself into your pussy. As he was fucking you deep, you could feel your clit bracing up against the washer. The vibrations coming from the machine were stimulating you, causing your pussy to tighten around him. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned as he started to fuck you faster.

You struggled to stop yourself from moaning. "Don't fight it, baby. I wanna hear you scream," Sunghoon said before slapping your ass.

"Ngh, Sunghoon...I'm gonna cum," you whined weakly as the washing machine's speed increased making the vibrations stronger. "Good. I want you to cum all over my dick like a good little slut," he replied as you buried your face in your arms to muffle the sound.

"Uh uh. I said I wanna hear it," Sunghoon groaned before flipping you on your back on top of the machine. At this angle Sunghoon had full access to your dripping wet pussy and took one of his hands to stimulate your clit while he fucked you to your climax.

His veiny dick grinded agianst your g-spot causing you to squirt as you came all over his dick. You still felt your walls clenching around his dick as he pumped his hot load into your pussy.

You laid there on the washing machine with Sunghoon leaning over your body.

*BEEP BEEP*

The sound of the washing cycle surprised the both of you. Sunghoon looked at the clock hanging on the wall across the room. "Thanks for making my wish come true," he smiled, before kissing you on the lips.

"What was your wish?"

"To cum inside of my princess," he smiled mischeviosly, before kissing you again.

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kafuthesilly · 1 year ago

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MUHAHAHA FINALLY ART

#flavor frenzy #cupcake ff

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dragonanon · 1 year ago

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He sulks in the corner of the bakery the whole time. It was so extra that someone later mentioned it in a google review for the bakery.

“The pastries were delicious! While I was there though, some lady came in with her MASSIVE moth husband; not even joking the man was a giant. And the whole time they were there, he sat in a corner and looked like he wanted everything to burn to the ground. I asked the lady if everything was okay, and she deadass said that he was fine and he was just mad because she made him put on pants before they left the house. Lmfaoooo mood af! Easily the highlight of my day!”

“Honey I love you…But if you’re going to come to the bakery with me, then you CANNOT just start eating everything and you have to at LEAST put on pants.”

Slither Wing Emmet:

djsjdjd Slither Wing Emmet doesn't understand pants. He hates them especially. Trying to argue about modesty doesn't work because of his fur, too. Poor guy has destroyed many, many pairs of pants you got for him.

Emmet hates this stupid human society and misses the days he could just take whatever he wanted and only had to worry about a battle to the death.

Sad moth husband sitting in the corner pouting with his wings all limp. Even a lamp can't make him happy now.

#shitpost #slither wing #slithermas #slither wing emmet #you’re like ‘oh just ignore him. he’s being a baby because i wouldn’t let him leave the house without pants. can’t take him anywhere i stg’#as soon as you get home and the pants are off he gets zoomies #like ‘yes! i’m freeeeee!!’#then he eats all the cupcakes you bought #so he’s going back in the pants as punishment. you bought 2 dozen of them ffs!#he’s back to sulking now

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looseinthecatroom · 14 days ago

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Media literacy is dead ect. And not to give credit where it isn't particularly due; people ARE always up in arms about stories containing stakes, and relationships having a narrative arc, to an exhausting degree, honestly; but I did just remember that not everyone's seen the progress of the CaitVi train rolling on since back in 2013, and so hasn't had over a decade of "Caitlyn the Sheriff of Piltover", or Vi: "Come on, resist arrest already!" or Zeri: "A gun and a badge don't make you a hero, Caitlyn".

Going into the show knowing full well Cait is/would become a capital C Cop, (even if LoL itself at least started with a very unseriousness approach to her. I mean, cupcake bear traps and a top hat ffs), hits different. To folk who've never know the lore, she's a mid level privileged 20 something who's arc could have been about turning it around and learning from the point on the slippery slope shes on now. To folk who've known her and Vi for a decade, she's the Jinx obsessed Sheriff, and I'm just happy that in a setting and genre like Arcane, they're letting her and Vi's story pass through levels of fucked up and tragic that were always right under the surface if you wanted to think about it seriously.

They get that she's fucked up and they're going places with it. Which is both what I expected after season 1, and also the best possible outcome. (Also, as an aside? They're handling Vi's resentment towards being an enforcer, but still becoming one, better then I'd ever hoped they would, given the source material. Color me satisfied with that one so far.)

#arcane #arcane s2 spoilers #arcane spoilers #arcane season 2 #caitvi #caitlyn kiramman #vi arcane

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greattigerssimp · 26 days ago

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👻🎃Punch Out Halloween Headcannons!! 🎃👻

(Not doing colored text anymore bc it's frustrating to do on a phone bruh)

Glass Joe 🥐🇫🇷

- Dressed up as a mummy, but you're forgiven if you thought he got into a bad accident

- Along with the candy, the nurses at the WVBA helped with his costume (he's close to them - dude's a boy best friend to them)

- Not going out, is staying inside and watching old horror movies

- Giving out candy the WVBA nurses lended to him, which consist of tiny lollipops and hershey kisses (if he likes your costume, he'll give you a little croissant he baked that morning)

- Got pranked by Kaiser's boxing class/Aran around 2am! They basically trapped him in his own costume (wrapped into a real mummy) and locked him in his closet. Aran wrote "french fry shelter" on the closet before inevitably leaving him. No one found him until the next morning

Von Kaiser 🔩🇩🇪

- His boxing class is going around, pranking everyone alongside a certain Irish boxer

- Didn't dress up, is just wearing a cutesy (of corny) halloween t-shirt

- Not trick or treating, he spends all night by the door, awaiting kids (he doesn't wanna get surprised by them)

- Giving out toothbrushes and raisins, like bruh, you're German ffs give out chocolates or something /j (borrowed this hc from @bucketspammer4life )

- Was informed about his students pranking the other boxers by Hondo. They're all running extra laps tomorrow morning

- Was the first to find and free Joe the next morning

- Apologized in-person to every single individual person pranked by his students

Disco Kid 🕺🇺🇲

- Dressed as Abba, sung her songs throughout the whole night

- Actually went trick or treating, but his mom is giving out king-sized candy bars (he will happily tell anyone this information)

- Visited Joe and freaked out, thought Joe was seriously hurt.

- Pulled an all nighter (zamn, again, Disco Kid??)

- Ran into Aran and the boys at some point, took a selfie with them, and left them.

- Managed to score the most candy out of everyone that was also trick or treating

King Hippo 🦛🏝

- Not trick or treating or handing out candy

- Literally scaring anyone he stumbles across (halloween is new to him)

- Dressed in a hippo onesie

- Stole as much candy as possible whenever he found a "take one" bowl

Piston Hondo 🥊🇯🇵

- Group costume! Him, Heike, and Tiger are dressed as Sailor Moon characters. He's dressed as Sailor Jupitar (his fave)

- Heike is dressed as Sailor Mercury

- Even Yuki (the cat he owns) is dressed as Artemis

- He's at his apartment, standing near the door, expecting trick or treaters

- He's handing out generic candy, snickers, reeses cups, milky ways, etc. If he loves your costume, he'll give you a piece of his secret stash of Japanese candy

- Got his door painted pink because of Aran and his squad of pranksters. He informed Kaiser about this immediately

Bear Hugger 🐻🇨🇦

- Posted a poll online about what he should wear. His fans wanted him to go as Freddy Fazbear...

- "Erm, what's a Frederick Fast Bear?"

- Learned about the fnaf lore

- Dressed up as Freddy Fazbear (har har har har har) and his wife, Lomasi (an OC of mine, exclusive to my SU) dressed up as Chica

- Spruce (his squirrel) is dressed up as the cupcake, but it is implied that the squirrel gave consent (pls someone get this joke ;-; )

- By far, the best boxer to visit. Bro is giving out full sized pancakes and waffles

- Thankfully, didn't get pranked bc lives far from the other boxers

Great Tiger 🐯🇮🇳

- Dressed up as Sailor Uranus to match the Sailor Moon theme. His clones are dressed as the other Sailor Senshi

- He's out trick or treating while his clones give out candy

- Got a decent amount of candy; He's willing to trade anyone for the candy's that have nuts in them

- His clones are giving out only m&ms in a variety of flavors... and the occasional small toy once they ran out of candy

- The real Great Tiger gets pranked by Aran and the boys! They steal his magic gem and refuse to give it back unless Tiger performs out one of those in def transformation scenes from the Sailor Moon anime. They record it, and it goes viral

Don Flamenco 🥀🇪🇸

- Dressed as Prince Philip, and Carmen is dressed as Princess Aurora. It made for a cute pic on social media

- Wanted to go trick or treating, but Carmen threatened his li-- nicely said to him that someone should pass out candy while she goes out trick or treating with her friends. She promises to share her candy with Don

- All of Carmen's friends are dressed as the other Disney princesses

- He's giving out WAY too much candy... half the kids in Brooklyn Heights (the place in my AU where Don and Carmen live) are all on sugar rushes now. He's giving out the good stuff too... like, full on individual bags of candy.

- Keeps getting catcalled by lonely women and moms... and Aran Ryan.

- Got pranked by Aran and his gang of kids! They stole his toupee and threw it in a tree.

- Spent half the night trying to get the toupee back

- The next morning, he learned that Carmen did not save him any candy from her trick or treating (dw Disco Kid will spare him some candies)

Aran Ryan 😈🇮🇪

- Dressed as himself and spent the entire cold night only wearing his boxing shorts.

- Left a candy bowl outside his place, but that candy bowl is placed within a bear trap... no one knows if it's real or fake.

- Even if you get past the bear trap, the candy Aran placed out will mostly likely have razor blades in them (the candy ain't worth it, it's just those gummy cheeseburger's that Lil Mac's hiding in his gloves)

- Met Kaiser's boxing class of kids while trick or treating and bribes them into pranking other people in exchange for candy

- They egged 18 houses, tp-ed 21, and mugged at least 66 trick or treaters of varying ages

- Ransacked Joe's apartment for all of his candy and his morning croissants. He basically robbed Joe using a tiny army of minors

- Also pulled an all nighter

- Somehow managed to get one of the kids (some nerd named Mason) arrested

- Didn't share any of his candy with the kids (he'll pay for this eventually)

- Stopped his pranks at 7am after attempting to smash a jack o lantern on Bald Bull's doorstep and failing after Bald Bull charged at him

Soda Popinski 🍾🇷🇺

- Had no idea what to go as, so he placed some goofy mimimi pajamas on, and said he was "tired" (dad joke)

- "Bruh what are you dressed as?"

- "Oh me? I'm tired."

- Not trick or treating because he looks goofy. He's staying inside, listening in on Macho Man's halloween podcast

- Giving out tiny soda cans since everyone already knows him as a soda fanatic

- Very careful about pranksters targeting him for his past alcohol addiction... straight up pretended to not be home when Aran and his gang of minors pulled up

Bald Bull 🐂🇹🇷

- No candy, not dressed up

- Literally just vibing, going on a fun scary movie marathon with his nephew and niece.

- He carved a few pumpkins earlier and displayed him outside his place, but otherwise wants to be unbothered

- Heroically placed an end to Aran's halloween reign of terror

- Fell asleep listening to Macho Man's podcast

Super Macho Man 🌊🇺🇸

- Dressed as a lifeguard, specifically a lifeguard character he played as in one of his past movies

- Hosted a failed live halloween podcast where he tries to meet up with fans... this fails hard. Only 5-7 people join his podcast.

- Going trick or treating, but he's really just going out to visit fans... and failing at doing so.

- Got a hefty donation from "ATallGlassOfVictory70" for no reason

- Got bullied for "being fake" by a bunch of children... and Aran Ryan.

- Didn't leave candy out. Instead, he left out a bowl of sticky notes with his name on them. Only 1 autograph per person!

Mr. Sandman 💤🟢

- Didn't dress up. He's not even wearing a Halloween shirt. He wanted to dress up as a Kirby character, but his trainer/boss, Mr. Dream said he would look stupid and unprofessional

- Didn't go trick or treating, and thinks he's too old for it (he's wrong /gen)

- Giving out above average candy... mainly fruity/sour candy

- Unintentionally scaring most kids by his mere appearance, especially really young ones

- Aran and his gang didn't bother pranking him

- Can't eat any of his candy, as it isn't in his 24/7 training diet regime that he has

Thanks for reading guysss :33 Happy Halloween!

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peppermintquartz · 13 days ago

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Me @ Tommy Kinard

YOU ABSOLUTE MEATHEAD, YOU UTTER BUFFOON, YOU COMPLETE MORON

YOU KNOW HOW TO COMMUNICATE FFS

I hope you can't eat cake or cupcakes because they remind you of him and his keto diet

I hope that every smile you see makes you ache for the sunshiny smile you walked away from

I hope you stare at the photos you have of him on your phone and on your fridge and on the inside of your locker and you can't ever bring yourself to take them down

YOU FUCKING SELF SABOTAGING IDIOT

#I'm in my Petty™ era #tommy kinard #bucktommy #I wanna slap the back of his head to knock some sense into him

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mvmnbnv · 1 month ago

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You seem pretty sensible so I'd be curious to hear your thoughts, if you're up for it?

Don't know about you, but I'm at a point where I'm just too stressed over all the things we've been teased about for s2 (whether Arcane trailers or LoL's game trailers, the merch). I see people fighting over Jinx&Vi and Cait/Vi all over the place and, though I want both to work out, I'm more worried about what the writers will do with Vi herself, outside of her relationships with them. Because right now, it looks like pain and more pain and it breaks my heart to see her like this.

I'm soooo worried about her and her arc. I've had this theory for the longest time that she prophetised her own trajectory with what she accused Vander of in s1, that she herself will become "comfortable living in someone else's shadow". Vi's character has been kinda stagnant since Arc 2 because S1 was mostly about building up to Powder fully becoming Jinx, and Vi's core motivation centered around saving Powder. In a way, her own path was for someone else, not herself.

With what we've got so far, it seems that the writers will do the same in s2 but her new motivation will be helping/protecting Caitlyn which I feel won't be nearly as impactful as it was with Jinx and worse, it might make Vi feel like she has no real agency of her own except pick herself apart for other people? It's not super compelling for a story arc.

Cait and Jinx seem to be getting arcs that really revolve around them and Vi is not really needed for either of those arcs. Cait is set on revenge, and Jinx has become a symbol for freedom. Those are interesting arcs that can truly change and develop those characters and I'm really excited for those. But Vi? Every glimpse we've seen so far has her linked to other characters (heck, her new skin apparently has her crying eating a cupcake ffs). She might become an enforcer for Cait, I fear she might be fighting Jinx for Cait also, and then she goes on a self-destructive path where she hallucinates Cait.

Which btw... On the surface, the pit-fighter clip seems super interesting, a culmination of everything that Vi is struggling with, all the pain she's endured finally catching up to her and swallowing her whole... On the surface you see how much Vi is suffering ... BUT with the small signs liking her spiral to Cait and their potential break-up... well it worries me that the spiral is actually mostly about Cait which would be complete BS, honestly. I hope they go way deeper than that because Vi deserves her trauma to be explored with care and be about HER, not about someone else.

My point is, from where I stand, it seems like Vi shifted from yearning/living for Powder to yearning for Cait and ... well I hope the writers went much further than that and gave Vi a story of her own that doesn't involve her being torn up between Cait and Jinx over and over again. And if they do that after the pit-fighter clip, the writers are heading to a place where Vi won't be stuck in other people's shadow and starts living for herself. I do think this is what they are going for, though.

With that said, I do have a good feeling that Vi will absolutely shine in Act 3, once the Noxus vs PnZ kicks in, because she is the unifying bridge between Jinx and Cait and thus Piltover and Zaun. I just hope it's not going to be misery porn until that point though.

Is that really too much to ask?

(pfiou, sorry for the rant, hope you have a good day/night though)

hello! thanks for being interested in the thoughts of lil old me!

honestly im probably where you are right now for a lot of reasons. And if im being honest i could barely even stand how they wrote vi last szn, and the points you brought up (i didnt know about the whole vi skin crying eating a cupcake tho) make me worried for her.

Last szn she was practically spineless when it came to jinx and it was so annoying to watch. jinx was at a point where she'd almost killed her and literally kidnaps her and drives her so mad she starts screaming and cursing at her by the end and you mean to tell me vi's just all "aaw powder its okaay" by the end??? uh no...if i was vi and spent all that time looking for you and trying to mend our relationship only for you to have almost killed me and be warmed up to the man that killed my dad...nah id be livid. theres so reason vi shouldnt be upset with her by the end, but instead shes just sad about it... like bro she should be angry for so many reasons. ofc shell always love her sister, and i want it that way, but she has every right to be mad at her.

and the way her character revolves around cait this szn from the looks of things is equally irritating. like vis depressed and losing her shit hallucinating cait and cait only...which already feels like a red flag in where they wanna go with her. what about powder and how she failed her in her mind? what about vander and how she possibly dissapointed him in her mind? what about her parents hell?? how she probably failed them too in her mind? there are so many different ppl for her to be thinking about that would give her agency but no...just cait...they were even going to put a cupcake on the back of her biker jacket, which everyone thought was cute, but i thought it was one, annoying, and two, super frustrating, which made me glad they didnt, but the fact they even thought about it is just...like theres no way in hell cait hasnt probably fucked her up emotionally with this whole crusade for jinx, but one of the thoughts that go through their head is that?? and the way they did her with jinx last szn makes me not hopeful in that regard if cait has hurt her. and amanda's thing for "unrequited love", or at least explaining how she listened to a song about it while writitng for them and that was the exact reason why she liked it...i might actually throw up...no hate to her directly but fuck...

my hope is that they acknowledge this as the character flaw that it is. my hope is that i end up feeling about her how i felt about armin from aot at first. he annoyed me at one point, but it was only because he was out of his element. once he stepped into what he was supposed to be doing, he became one of my favorites and i rooted for him every step of the way. vi is already my favorite but that fact makes me irritated with the way they write her. but back to my hopes for her i hope it isnt like this forever. ive made posts about it before but i want her to realize that she cant please everyone and do what SHE thinks is best. i want her to do things for her own reasons. as far as her living in the shadows, i dont think it will be forever. she's literally piltovers enforcer and arcane is about how we get to that point. she'll probably wind up doing something that makes them see her as their hero like how jinx did with zaun. it could even be done the same way where she doesnt give a flying fuck about the city but it just happens that she did something that they found revolutionary anyway. we see her and ekko fighting noxus in the trailer and her carrying someone on her back while rushing away from noxian arrows, so maybe it has to do with that. but yea i just pray for her character this szn

#vi arcane #arcane vi #arcane

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