#and i think the brainrot is bleeding into me
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joker & akc being considered as one got me sidnskjdsjjdjdjsndjsjdjsjdnsjjd two sides one coin. in the end your wishes became one. one conclusion. dont even need to plan the showtime fuck it we ball lets go tear this motherfucker to shreds joker!!!!!!!!!!!!
#its 1am sorry for being delirious asf#shaking you#one conclusion. they end togetherbimngojsjdksjskjsjs#being absolutely insane but yk. one conclusion. maybe it can happen outside of marukis reality too#they were fated to meet by god and yk maybe they can meet again throwijgnup#two sides one coin…………………………………..#having the same wishes and being able to work tgt instantly like a singke unit thanks i think this is a sign i need to sleep#sorry my friend talked abt sok0uku and dazais chuuya we r indelibly fated to-#and i think the brainrot is bleeding into me#the way the showtime is the only unplanned one too like oughhhhhh there is no other#akc and jokers by relationship is so special because of every other relationship joker has in the game#and u can compare………#insane insane i think i need to sleep frfrfrfr#claude txt#crying on the floor thinking abt ideal ending shuak3 being called one conckusion and the way.#they end at rhe same place and uts together#the idea of then sharing the same wish if wanting to vibe and be rivals ough guys#crying on thr floor the ending ideal art w joker and akc at the bar area and theyre like separated from everybody else at the chairs#ok claude go to skeep
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Spectacle and Bleeding Heart (based on @isjasz and @gingermaple designs)
#hgcz roleswapverse#hgcz#hotguy comics zine#my art#grian#goodtimeswithscar#fanart#baby's first fanart#Do you ever brainrot so much about something that you just end up doing something you haven't done in months?#Yeah that happened please tell me it looks nice#I don't like colored pencils cuz Grian looks more pigeon than bleeding heart dove :(#grian was also supposed to wear some accessory to match scar but I couldn't think of anything#edit I FORGOT TO COLOR THEIR SKIN#like i sorta started coloring grians but didnt finish and didnt even do scars omg smh
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Holy shit, is the bleed from Candela Obscura just...basically magical radiation??? Or like, just straight up radiation?????
If just being exposed to it (not even having to touch it directly) is enough to weaken the human body (because they take a bleed mark when they get too close to it),
if there's a chance that prolonged exposure to copious amounts of it could mutate you (or start disintegrating you) in some shape or form like when they take a scar after getting four bleed marks,
and if it had a hand in the straight up obliteration of an entire civilization because the people were trying to use it to gain power and then ended up suffering direct damage from it as well as creatures mutated by it (and the bleed and its mutated creatures are still around to fuck with the citizens of the new civilization)
THAT'S JUST BASICALLY MAGICAL RADIATION
#No like think about it though#This post brought to you by me falling asleep to the first ep of the new#Candela Obscura#Episode#The Circle of the Crimson Mirror#I literally just woke up and I had to grab my phone to make this post#This is the thought that woke me up my dudes#I dreamt about that one poor NPC on the boat who died because of the bleed#You know the one#And I was thinking about how it affected him and I was like#Wait#That sounds...familiar#And here we are#HAHAHAHA oh god#Candela obscura brainrot
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@zhongrin @pranabefall I would like to have a word with the two of you ʕʘ‿ʘʔ
rinnnn could you imagine the kind of soft yandere jing yuan would be??? unnervingly gentle, maybe rather condescending in the way he coos and laughs at your escape attempts. and then you try to escape and the kindness is there, it is...but you learn rather quick that he's a calculating man...
...and clipping his darling's wings is the best way to keep them grounded.
( it just takes pressing down on your ankles a little harder. don't worry, he'll hold you through it and kiss the tears away. he's not wholly cruel, this man...but he knows that love hurts. love hurt him once and love hurts him still.
so wouldn't you let him show you his care without that nagging tug of scared betrayal? )
🫠🫠🫠 aine why would you do this to me aine i'm unwell aine-
zhongrin © 2024 ❥ do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or feed into ai.
involves... ❥ yandere
he would be so soft and 'understanding'. it's going to be exceedingly frustrating for you, i feel like. even if you manage to escape, who would believe you when you tell them the general-arbiter himself is keeping you captive and slowly but steadily driving you insane?
perhaps you'll be better off trying to tell on him to his enemies; maybe they'll believe you. at least when you see their heads roll and their bodies charred beyond recognition, you can soothe your guilt by deluding yourself that they're not exactly good people, and you may have done a service by leading them to their demise, right?
jing yuan understands that clipped birds needs extra care, so he'll spoil you to a reasonable extent. you'll want for nothing under his wings. he's amassed enough knowledge over your preferences and wealth over the centuries to properly take a good care of you.
sometimes you might view that he treats your escape attempts as if you're a child who doesn't know any better and you're just throwing a tantrum - but deep down he knows you can slip away from him; that's why he needs to hold you tighter. tighter. tighter still. just a breadth away from fainting.
you're the only bird he keeps in a cage, but his goal lies in releasing you and knowing that you will undoubtedly come back to him, just like all the birds in the luofu. he's quite a capable mentor, if he could say so himself. what's one more disciple, right?
he'll teach you how to love him. over and over again. you'll memorize it until it becomes as easy as remembering how to breathe, and as fatal as it would be for you to stop. you'll love him with every inhale and demand his love with every exhale. you'll learn to come back to him unprompted, back to your home, perched by his shoulder after flying around his carefully kept garden, pruned free of all the bad things that could potentially hurt you.
he'll teach you how to love him, until you forget.
for only when you've forgotten it, you'll be ready.
#reblog#UEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE#not aine and rin teaming up to give me jing yuan brainrot WAS INDIVIDUALLY GIVING ME BRAINROT OF BLADE AND ZHONGLI NOT ENOUGH#i'm going to start this off with my reaction to aine's ask so just let me *grips aine*#THE PART ABOUT HIM PRESSING DOWN ON DARLING'S ANKLES NOOOOO IT'S SO CRUEL BUT ALSO KINDA HOT?? /mentally deranged#what more if he permanently crippled them.......#i just imagine darling lying in bed or sitting on a wheelchair in a luxurious room illuminated with sunlight. then jing yuan shows up.#softly touches and kisses their bandaged ankles. then bridal carries them :'>#onto rin's post. just imagine me crying sobbing biting my lip as i scroll down my laptop#i can already hear jing yuan cooing at darling with a soft smile on his face NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO#'that's why he needs to hold you tighter. tighter. tighter still. just a breadth away from fainting.' i love this line!!#the last paragraphs make me think of jing yuan's home + morning routine as shown in 'taking it easy.' once darling breaks it would be so#easy for them to fall into domestic life with jing yuan. one 'idyllic' day bleeding into the next.........#the last two lines were straight up murder. crying shaking biting my fist#also from what i know of jing yuan's species. the emphasis on 'forgetting' feels even more significant X'3#aine and rin rlly said 'prepare for trouble and make it double'#jing yuan#yandere jing yuan#yandere jing yuan x reader#jing yuan x reader#hsr x reader#yandere hsr#honkai star rail#yandere honkai star rail#tw: violence#tw: yandere#tw: dark#g/n reader
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Hey I'm starting to think all of you guys, in this fandom, are petty dickheads - nearly without exception.
#Vagueposting#anti asoiaf fandom#fandom critical#Every single time I come across someone new#I gaslight myself into thinking that surely this time they'll be different#but they never are#Like I said it's nearly without exception#They put something into these stupid fucking books that makes the people who read them all deranged#- and not in a good way either#Do y'all drink arsenic instead of coffe in the morning or what#because that's genuinely the only way someone can achieve this level of brainrot#Sometimes it's subtle too!#Like I said every now and then there's the odd person#who I see and think is going to be the exception in this hellhole of a fandom#but nope#turns out they're the exact same kind of petty brainrotted dickhead as the rest of the fandom#they were just being subtle about it#gods#It's not even as if I have a life easy enough for me to be able to focus on this stupid fandom's stupid issues#but the level of dumbassery here is so fucking high that it bleeds into the other aspects of my life#as if I needed one more thing to worry about#This might souns harsh and / or rude#- because it is -#but I hope every single person who significantly engaged with this fandom and these books ever#has their fucking head explode#and scatter into a billion tiny pieces#fandom vent
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rugby!simon headcanons
hello, my sports hyperfixation this summer is rugby union, thus here i present you my rugby player simon riley brainrot! decided to write it cause why not???? someone needed to bring this idea to life. i hope you enjoy <3
fluff, suggestive, slight hurt/comfort
- plays as a forward (more specifically, second row/lock) so he’s always there during a scrum!
- and as we know, forwards are usually huge men 🤭 so 6’4 117kg simon is the perfect candidate
- you have to restrain yourself every time he’s in his kit cause have you seen how tight their jerseys and shorts are?????
- you can’t help but stare at how the fabric hugs his pecs and how the sleeves are lowkey cutting off circulation to his arms cause of how large his biceps are (and the way his tattoos peek out from the sleeves? chefs kiss)
- hikes up his shorts when he knows you’re watching and smirks when he catches you staring at the thick muscle of his thighs
- avoids wearing his kit around you when you’re ovulating cause he’s not sure he can control himself with the way you eye him like you’re ready to pounce
- (he learned his lesson after that one time you went to a match when you were ovulating. simon didn’t think it was possible, but you managed to milk him dry after you guys went home that night 💀 the hormones made you too feral until you managed to make him tap out lmao)
- anyone else become possessed by a succubus during ovulation?,,,,,, just me?,,,,, okay,,,,
- doesn’t usually wear a scrum cap during his matches
- but there was a couple of times he had to wear it (per the doctors recommendation) to protect stitches he had near his ear
- “ohmygod si you look like the end of a pencil ✏️”
- sulked at your teasing, he didn’t want to wear it either 😭
- you cooed and proceeded to shower his face with lil kisses until he forgave you
- felt his heart melt when you squished your cheek to his and took a selfie, your smile wide as you laugh at the way his blond strands were cutely sticking out of the cap (and how he still, looked like the end of a pencil)
- made it his lockscreen immediately
- being a rugby girlfriend isn’t always fun and games though
- it’s an extremely physical and dangerous sport and although you’d like to think simon is invincible, he’s still human
- it’s hard to believe but there are quite a number of players that are taller and heavier than him (you can’t say they have the same skill set though, simon is really good at his job)
- there’s always an underlying feeling of anxiety every time you watch him play
- injuries are a given
- split skin, bleeding ears and broken bloody noses are some of the more tame injuries you’ve seen simon get.
- simon coos at your tears and furrowed eyebrows whenever you tend to his injuries during rest days
- you don’t like seeing your man hurt!!!! :(((
- (okay but it is pretty hot when he gets all bloody in the face like in the first picture like hello??? lemme jump on you)
- straddling his lap while wiping the dried blood off his eyebrow
- “gimme a kiss”
- being cheeky and steals a kiss on your lips after you ignore his request
- reassures you that he’s alright and reminds you that he’s had worse injuries
- you give him a glare, silently telling him to not remind you of that time you thought he died on the pitch
- simon got hit with a high tackle, the fucker that was attempting to tackle him had his shoulder straight into simon’s neck (the guy got a red card deservingly) knocking simon back and motionless on the pitch
- you watched in horror as multiple bodies pile on top of him, not noticing that simon was out cold
- soon enough, the team’s medics were on field and stretching him away for treatment
- simon still feels your gentle touch on his face that day, thumb rubbing his cheek willing him to be okay
- he still remembers the look on your face despite being concussed. distraught, dried tears staining your cheeks.
- you were so scared, you didn’t know how bad his concussion was and what the aftermath of such injury would entail.
- he’d never felt such tenderness before
- he couldn’t believe that someone cared about him that much, didn’t think that he would ever find someone to love him like you do
- whispers i love you for the first time in his dazed state
- decides at that point that he won’t let you go, and has become a simp ever since <3
left to right pics: david pocock, tariq sims, chris robshaw (<- he would lowkey make a good simon riley imo)
#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley fluff#cod fluff#call of duty#cod#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley headcanons#simon riley x you#ghost x you#rugby!simon#rugby au
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Y'all mind if I talk about Present Mic's quirk for a second? Great.
So, my partner and I have been having Erasermic brainrot lately, and while we were binging content with them, I became interested in Hizashi's voice quirk. I began searching stuff about how sound/volume works, and linking it to his canon stuff.
I'll just say, the info I found makes him a pretty scary guy. It's a shame he's so underused in both canon and fanon.
Frequency
First of all, I want to talk about something everyone knows about him: his quirk is potent enough to shatter glass. Now, when it comes to decibels, it's always important to consider the time and distance a certain note is held for, since these can impact the "hit" a certain sound wave can have when influenced by effects such as the air or vibrations.
(Please keep this in mind for the reminder of this post)
When it comes to glass, however, it breaks almost instantly under the pressure of his voice. Our most constant example of this is the man's poor lenses, but there is a scene I'd like to talk about the most, it being he one where he completely shatters Shigaraki's tank.
One might argue that the glass was already weakened from Mirko's kicks, but that's honestly part of something that makes this so impressive to me; Mirko's legs are strong enough to straight-up rip a high-end Nomu's head clean off, yet this tank was tough enough to withstand two attacks from her - including her ultimate move - before starting to leak; and the fact she was heavily injured doesn't fly here, as we very clearly could see she wasn't holding back one bit.
Now, let's get technical.
According to Google, a normal tone of voice would be around 50 decibels, while the required to shatter glass would be a minimum of 105. For comparison, that's roughly the same volume as a jackhammer. Now, you might be thinking, "Oh, that's not so bad! Some singers can do that!" and you'd be right, but there's also some other things to consider. Allow me to explain.
Some singers can reach a pitch that can make glass vibrate enough for it to break, but I've personally only heard of this happening if the person has their mouth close to a smaller, empty cup, and even then the volume would be distributed around. Hizashi, on the other hand, was standing several feet away from this reinforced tank and was able to shatter it immediately, using the directional speaker around his neck to aim the volume. This would naturally require for him to hit even higher decibels, specially when you take into consideration that one's frequency must match the glass' for it to vibrate, which drastically increases when it's dampened. (Read next topic for more info on this)
And then there's his glasses which, like I've stated before, are the most common thing he breaks with his voice. Obviously, this is not directed and it's not a total shatter, but there is something to be observed; say, did you know the necessary volume for lenses to crack, when not being directly aimed at, would be that of a nearby shot from a highcaliber gun? That's roughly 140-170 decibels.
Harm factor
Boy, oh boy! I'm betting most of you were looking for this part when you clicked the read more, right? Look no further, I've got you covered, you just better remember what I mentioned before about distance and duration.
Hizashi's parents were unfortunate enough to have a mutant child that was born with his quirk already active, and I'm willing to bet a newborn doesn't have the slightest bit of control over a power as destructive as a sonic-powered voice, which immediately resulted in everyone in the room bleeding from the ears.
Sound-related ear bleeding is most commonly associated with a ruptured eardrum, which can happen at around 150 decibels and is about the same as a jet engine taking off. While a baby most likely unleashed his maximum voice power on the first breath, I believe something like that would, thankfully, only develop fully after puberty, just like with non-powered people like us, since his quirk is a drastic intensification of a common function and not a new ability altogether.
With that being said... The Finals Exam.
In this, Hizashi was standing very far and, even with the directional speakers, there were many obstacles in the way that kept him from landing direct soundwaves on the students. Regardless, Jirou's ears bled in less than 30 minutes being exposed to this.
This could have happened due to the fact that she has a hearing quirk, which would make hers much more sensitive, but let's study this, shall we? We don't have the exacts of what happened there, but the students are visibly uncomfortable upon the first soundwave, which would suggest it was at about 120 decibels upon impact (with 85 already being enough to cause damage to your ears) and being emitted even higher by him, considering distance muffles volume. Still, I think all that would be nothing compared to the scream he let out after those bugs started crawling on him, with how unfiltered that was.
With Jirou, it comes to no surprise this volume at this distance and time almost rendered her deaf, and realistically would take several months of healing time. How much do you want to bet Hizashi got a solid scolding from Shouta? I mean, it was supposed to be a challenge, but homeboy came this close to breaking her quirk.
Another thing I want to point out is that his voice is powerful enough to actually fucking launch people, and this only happens due to an event called acoustic trauma, basically meaning Hizashi can surpass supersonic levels. Although, it's important to note that this effect is caused mostly due to pressure and not so much as sound, so while it's not freakishly loud (about the same as thunder), it can still cause hearing and psychological damage.
! WARNING !
The following part contains graphic mentions of injury, and death. Do not proceed if these are sensitive topics for you.
Now, we look at the disturbing side of Hizashi's quirk. Buckle in, because it's a wild ride.
Remember what I commented earlier, about him having to hit even higher frequencies to be able to shatter Shigaraki's tank? First of all, as the doctor was sent flying, this qualifies as supersonic, but that's not all. To shatter such a protected tank, with liquid inside increasing the density, he'd have to hit over 200 decibels; which is considered extremely dangerous and most definitely fatal, as the threshold of pain is of 115-140 - this can cause damage such as crushed ear bones, ruptured lungs, or embolism. For comparison, this would come close to standing right next to a Saturn V Moon Rocket during launch, and is no longer considered a "sound" due to the vacuum.
With that being said, the man came very close to dying by Hizashi's hands (voice?) twice. Not only was he so close during the lens incident, literally being inches away from his face and in risk of getting his eardrums ruptured already, but if Mic had decided to raise his voice even more during his rage, it'd be possible for the frequency to make the doctor's inner organs malfunction, or straight-up burst from the pressure.
But that's not the worst part.
After establishing that the lethal amount of over 200 decibels would be necessary to shatter the tank given the circumstances, if he exceeded 240 and the doctor happened to be in the way of this, it would be enough to cause his head to explode upon impact. That old man better be grateful that he was standing a feet few away, and that the supersonic blast blew him away a bit more, or it'd be an immediate game over.
With all this being said, how devastating would it be for this guy to scream his rage out?
(Please keep in mind that many of the extreme cases in this are actually impossible to happen in a real-life scenario and are purely speculation!)
#erasermic#(mentioned)#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#present mic#yamada hizashi#rambles
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Also just thinking about how he doesn’t have friends and it’s literally because he doesn’t have a life outside of work. We know a decent amount of what life is like for Date and Mizuki outside of work I mean. Their whole ass relationship is proof of that. And we get to see their home and flashbacks of them and learn their interests and hobbies (adorabbit, iris and hitomi, clione farm in the fridge, knitting magazines, audio equipment, etc) but really, what do we know about Ryuki outside of his work, his need to live out his brothers dream? Tama and Date are only in his life because of abis. He only goes to brahman for drinks cuz Date started taking him there after work. The characters he meets are all met on the job. His 6 years of alcoholism are because he failed at his job. His love for Date at its core is admiration of his sense of justice, something he can adopt for himself to keep his brother alive.
Ryuki doesn’t want to have a life outside of work, because then it’d be like accepting that his brother really is gone. That his brother really won’t ever get to achieve his dreams. And Ryuki has no care or interest in himself at all so why would he bother trying to be anything other than an empty vessel existing to fulfill someone else’s purpose? Why bother having his own dreams when he could just help his brother succeed?
It’s fine! He’s fine!
Fucked up how Ryuki didn’t even wanna be a detective. That was his brothers dream. He just adopted it for himself as a way of carrying out what his brother always wanted. And it corrupted him, because he was sick with malice for injustice, for an unnamed man who killed his brother. This was never what Ryuki wanted, his motives were always warped because he’s at war with himself, with the person he’s been for 17 years and then the version of his brother he’s built for himself to become. He isnt real anymore. There’s no Kuruto, just Ryuki
#aitsf#literally cannot let himself stop like every chance he has to stop he refuses#kuruto is the one with the sickness so he cant take the time to care for him because he hates kuruto#kuruto is the failure who isnt cut out for detective work so he has to beat him down until he complies#ever think about how ryuki is obsessed with making criminals pay for their crimes#but you know. when he started out kuruto was the kinda guy who just couldnt stand to hurt anyone even slightly#he bought the criminal lunch and drove him home talking about his day#then he gets scolded for not being hardened enough and he just accepts the scolding cuz he really is pathetic huh#then date comforts him and ryuki takes those words and lives by them#he has to be tougher he has to be stronger he has to make them bleed#he shoots the guy in the costume just cuz he was carrying balloons and is so blinded by his obsession he cant let anyone off free#we certainly dont know what his brother was truly like but. definitely wasnt like this#which i think shows both how kuruto ryuki really just isnt meant for this life he shouldnt be doing this#and also like. damn fuck cops man#anyway i got the ryuki brainrot again per usual lol#and also not to bring up ryuki/akane similarities again but its making me think about how akane doesnt get to live a normal life ever again#always pursuing something new. never getting to rest
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༊*·˚ some very short scenarios because I have a severe brainrot and some of y'all might like to hear my odd daydreams ༊*·˚
༊*·˚ warnings: none. english isn't my native language, lol, and I'm still sick. not proof-read! we die like real men here. bone app the teeth. ༊*·˚
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Your breath hitched when Aventurine suddenly grabbed your hand and pulled you close, your face inches away from his as his eyes bored into yours, that smirk you've grown accustomed to once again sneaking onto his lips, ''Care to dance?'' Around you, the world seemed to blur at the man's offer, your plan to meet the Trailblazer by the Dreamscape Sales Store all but forgotten as you held his gaze. ''What are you-?'' but before you could finish your question, he had already pulled you toward the floating instruments playing at the plaza. There was a surprising gentleness to the way he guided you, slow dancing along to the melody playing as he spoke, ''You looked like you needed a distraction.'' ''I didn't,'' you muttered, still unsure about the whole ordeal as you both fell into a smooth, elegant rhythm, ''I was merely thinking.'' The man chuckled lightly, the sound making your heart flutter unvoluntarily, ''Sure, if you say so, friend.'' Choosing to stay quiet, you continued dancing, almost cursing yourself, but there was a part of you that hoped the moment would not end. The minutes passed as the song concluded, the man's movement slowing down as you both came to a halt, his nose nearly brushing yours as he leaned a little closer, his smirk growing, ''How unfortunate that this is merely a dream, though perhaps we'll be able to continue this somewhere else one day...'' And then he stepped away, bowing slightly before a familiar voice called out behind you, forcing you to tear your eyes away from him as the Trailblazer came jogging toward you. One last time, you looked back to were the man had just stood, wanting to havr the last word only to find that he had disappeared, though his words still echoed through your head. ''Perhaps we'll be able to continue this somewhere else one day...''
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When Moze suddenly materialized in front of you, the tension in your body seemed to instantly vanish as you stepped away from the dead borisin lying by your feet, ''Is everyone alright?'' ''Yes,'' the man replied curtly, eyes narrowed, partially obscured by his hood as he looked you up and down as if checking for injuries, ''Jiaoqiu told me you were still here. He said you were the one to help him out.'' ''It was nothing,'' you brushed off, struggling not to squirm under the intensity of his gaze as he stepped closer. It wasn't the first time you helped out the Yaoqing, given how much Feixiao seemed to appreciate your company, nor was it the first time you had helped Jiaoqiu out of a tough spot - something that had lead to a more...private moment between Moze and you once already. For a brief moment you wondered if you sought the foxian out on purpose, in hopes of earning Moze's attention, before disregarding those thoughts the second Moze's nimble fingers wrapped around your wrist, lifting your arm up to inspect it, ''You're injured.'' ''It's just a scratch,'' you replied quietly, your voice barely audible, making you feel slightly embarrassed as he continued to inspect your bleeding arm before slowly dragging his gaze up again to meet your eyes. There was something captivating about him, stealing your breath just like last time, when you had been the one to thank him for keeping the Trailblazer safe. Back then it had been your hand seeking out his. At first, he didn't say anything further, just watching your face as if waiting for something, for you to voice your thoughts, before the grip around your wrist tightened and he stepped even closer, his body mere inches away from yours as you looked up to hold his gaze, ''You should be more careful.'' But before you could reply to him, the man pulled away already, turning to leave as you still stood among the dead borisin, staring after him with furrowed brows, your other hand wandering to hold your wrist, just were his fingers had caressed it only seconds ago. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌
You were leaning against his desk, a smile making its way onto your lips as you watched Jing Yuan walk up to you, smirking lazily as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck. ''Shouldn't you be training with Yanqing?'' you hummed, feeling him press lazy kisses against your skin, tilting your head to grant him more access as your eyes threatened to fall shut. The general just grunted, ghosting his lips along your jaw before he locked eyes with you, your hand reaching up to brush his bangs to the side, ''He'll be fine without me. Not to mention that he can just ask your little friends from the Express for help...'' ''Jing Yuan-'' you tried arguing with him, only to be silenced with a kiss, his forehead pressing against yours afterwards. ''Hm? What is it?'' he wondered innocently, continuing to place kisses along your jaw, down to your throat, ''You need to speak up. I can't hear you.'' ''I doubt this is a good idea,'' you sighed, one hand holding onto his arm while you used the other to support yourself, nails scratching over the surface of his desk, ''Given this isn't necessarily a private space.'' Jing Yuan just laughed, the sound muffled as his hold on you tightened, ''Someone's a little paranoid, no? We'll be fine, though if you want to freeze the door shut, be my guest.'' ''No one is going to interrupt us...'' he continued, though not even a heartbeat later, a familiar voice echoed through the hallway, causing him to pull away and whip his head around with a disappointed expression. ''I shouldn't have said that.'' Now it was your turn to chuckle as you pushed yourself off his desk, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek before slipping past him, not wanting Yanqing to become suspicious over your proximity, ''You probably shouldn't have, though I did try to warn you...'' ''Very funny, really,'' he replied, still smirking, though his eyes had grown slightly darker, ''We'll continue this later, somewhere...more private.''
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Only a few system hours had passed since you had fought Phantylia, yet you already found yourself back on the Express, patching yourself up when suddenly the door to your room opened and Dan Heng stepped inside, his eyes instantly locking with yours. ''Why didn't you let the Healer Lady take a look at you?'' ''I didn't feel like sticking around for longer than necessary, I suppose,'' you hummed in reply, watching him step closer. He was still in his Imbibitor Lunae form, glowing eyes piercing through you. ''Jing Yuan wanted me to extend his gratitude to you,'' he muttered, coming to a halt right in front of you, making you straighten up. ''That's why you're back so early?'' ''No,'' Dan Heng admitted, his brows furrowing slightly as if he was struggling to find the right words, ''I- I wanted to see you, to check on you.'' And then, so unexpected that it took you a moment to process, he lifted his hand to cup your cheek, gently brushing his thumb over your skin as he stepped even closer, ''I wanted to apologize for involving you in this...in my problems. I did not mean for you to become a part of this...for you to get injured.'' Taken aback, you just held his gaze for a moment, eyes widening slightly at his words, before a soft smile made its way onto your lips and you placed your hand atop of his, ''There's no need to apologize.'' ''I'd go to the ends of every universe to help you,'' you whispered hesitantly, afraid it'd make his walls come up again, make him pull away from you again. But, to your surprise, the man mirrored your smile as he continued to caress your cheek, the glow of his eyes just a little brighter now ''I know". Carefully, as if afraid, Dan Heng leaned closer, his nose brushing past yours and your lips only inches apart, when suddenly March 7th's voice rang through the Express's hallway, making you both jump apart. ''I-'' the man stuttered, flustered, his cheeks turning the slightest bit red as he looked at you, but you merely shook your head, chuckling, ''Let's just see what she wants. We can...come back to this later.''
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So how do you think Zayne, Xavier and Rafayel would react when their s/o has a boy best friend, purely platonic but makes other people have second thoughts about their relationship.
Hehehe have a good day, write this if your okay with this 🪐
boy best friend (l&ds x reader) ♡
what the stars reveal: 1.2k, no gender signifiers used for reader, established relationship, ✨jealousy✨ but with a healthy dose of respect partner juice, surprisingly well-adjusted xav, half-headcanon half-prose, slight allusions to lore if you squint
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ જ⁀➴ hello !! thank you for giving me an excuse to write jealous rafayel >:3 the love & deepspace brainrot is so real for me right now, hope you enjoy !
— zayne is really good at hiding it, but his tiny mannerisms bleed through enough to make it clear he’s worried. it’s not that he has an issue with you having guy best friends, it’s just that everyone else seems to assume you two are together despite zayne standing right there.
Zayne just stares. Blinks. Stares. Blinks again. You have to nudge him as a reminder that he is, in fact, in public, and that introductions are usually reciprocated by both parties. As soon as you make contact, it’s like a switch flips.
He breezes through his name, occupation, and a firm handshake (not too loose, not too tight), making it look so effortless that you almost forget he’d frozen like a statue as soon as he laid eyes on your best friend. Almost.
He does his best to hide it, but it’s clear something’s wrong. The slight clip to his voice, the furrow of his brow, the hesitance in his eyes when he looks at you — they may be imperceptible to the untrained eye, but all the telltale signs are there. It’s only a matter of time before you get an answer out of him.
“I’m an adult. I don’t worry about those kinds of things,” he says when you voice your suspicion a few days later.
“Uh-huh.”
“It’s true,” he continues when you shoot him a disbelieving look, shuffling the papers on his desk in an attempt to seem nonchalant, “I have absolutely no problem with him.”
You don’t say anything else, simply fix him with a deeper look and cross your arms. He doesn’t crack. It takes a whole five minutes of him pretending to go back to work before he sighs and makes a show of signing something.
“I may,” he says, setting the pen down gently, “Be slightly… somewhat…”
“Jealous?” you finish.
“No,” he says. “Annoyed.” Then, quickly, “Not at you. Or him. Just everyone else.”
You don’t quite understand. “Everyone else…?”
Now it’s Zayne’s turn to fix you with a look. “You can’t tell me you didn’t notice.”
Notice what? you want to ask, but refrain since you don’t want Zayne thinking you’re more oblivious than you already are. You rack your brain for something, anything that you can remember from that day, until…
“Oh,” you say. You do remember getting quite a few stares even before you and your friend coincidentally ran into Zayne. At first, you thought it was because you were still in uniform, but you realize now that it may have been for a completely different reason.
Zayne doesn’t respond, just taps his fingers against the wood of his desk, a nervous tic.
“Those were people who got the wrong idea,” you continue. Then, when his mouth dips into a frown, you move to stand beside him. “I don’t mind hunting them down and telling them just how wrong they were.”
At this, his frown begins to lift. “You don’t need to do that.”
“I would, though.”
He looks at you clearly for the first time in a few days, a hint of amusement sparkling in his eyes. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” you say. You maneuver yourself between him and the desk, falling into a half-straddle. “I’d go to their house, knock on the door, and tell them exactly how Dr. Zayne and I make out every Friday eveni—”
You feel his hand brush against your mouth, closing it.
“Alright, alright,” he interrupts with a small smile, “I get it. I’m secure enough in our relationship not to worry.” He pauses for a moment, then says, “Just don’t miss any checkups.”
“I’ll be right on time, as always,” you say, pressing a kiss to his temple. “And if anyone asks, i’ll tell them exactly who my boyfriend is.”
“Thank you.”
— xavier isn’t sure why you think he’d be annoyed, since your best friend seems nice enough. if anything, you’re the one that seems nervous, broaching the topic with him only to realize he hasn’t minded from the start.
Xavier looks a bit confused. His eyes shuffle between your face, his phone, and the twisting hands in your lap, a small, awkward smile beginning to spread on his face.
“Am I supposed to be… worried?” he asks.
“Are you?” you respond.
This prompts a light chuckle from your boyfriend. He shifts on the couch, turning until his arm rests on the back and his body is angled towards you. “Not really. What about you?”
You shrug. “Maybe a little.”
This seems to surprise Xavier, and you can’t blame him. You’re a bit surprised, too, given that most people’s roles would be flipped in this context.
Still, you can’t help it. Even though you’ve known your best friend for years — much longer than you’ve known Xavier — you don’t want your boyfriend to feel like he’s being overshadowed in his relationship with you. However, it currently seems like those worries are unfounded.
“Well, the way I see it…” Xavier leans in, brushing his lips against your temple, “… it’s wonderful you have so many people to share your life with.”
“You really think so?” you ask, just to make sure.
“Of course. Although…” He leans back, then, mid-afternoon light filtering through the window and washing his features soft gold. His eyes sharpen like sun rays piercing through a cloud. “… if he ever gives you trouble, let me know.”
— rafayel is very loud and clear about his jealousy, and you can count on him to become clingy after you hang out with your best friend. ultimately, you know he doesn’t mind nearly as much as he says he does, so you’re happy to indulge his want for attention if it means you can comfort him when he’s insecure.
Rafayel, as he is wont to do, makes his feelings known immediately and with such startling clarity that at first you think he’s joking.
“You’re serious?” you finally ask, the corners of your mouth tipping upwards into a smile while his stay fixed, pouting.
“Of course I am,” he says. He glares at the empty air beside you head as if it wronged him in a past life. “I mean, it’s fine and all, I guess, but we haven’t seen each other in four days. You haven’t even taken me plushie hunting. And yet…”
“And yet…?”
He crosses his arms and mumbles.
“Use your words, Raf.”
He sighs. “You were with him all day. People were staring.”
“And so you’re jealous,” you deadpan, “because my best friend helped me with a case.”
“Yes!” he says, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “I could’ve helped too! If you keep going around without me like that, you’ll… you’ll…” Something changes in his eyes, and he clicks his tongue, looking away. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter.”
You know your boyfriend well enough by this point to grasp what he’s hinting at. Putting your own frustration aside, you lean in, the soft fabric of Rafayel’s shirt brushing against your fingertips. You plant a soft kiss on his cheek.
“I’m not going to forget you,” you say. Then, you find his arm, uncrossing it so you can take his pinky in yours. “Promise.”
Slowly, slightly, the tension in his shoulders begins to release.
“Can we go plushie hunting?” he mumbles. Then, “Just the two of us?”
You smile. “Of course.”
🩵 bonus hc 🩵: i mentioned it in zayne’s part, but i like to think he drums his fingers against any available surface when he’s nervous or worried. between that, pushing up his glasses, and fiddling with his pen, you can read his mood based off of how much he messes with the objects in his vicinity.
(also also rafayel is so petty when he’s jealous, i know this one is basically canon but i just love it sm ♡)
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More Scaramouche brainrot. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Masturbation. Scara having lots of lewd thoughts.
Don't mind me, I am just typing whatever smutty thing comes to mind. I have more Gamer Scara smut planned and some Scummy Scara stuff. I feel pretty relaxed tonight.
Scaramouche restlessly turned over onto his back. Sitting up, he thudded his head against the headboard once. You weren't next to him. He could smell you on the sheets.
He was used to his usual routine, crawling into bed with you, getting you out of your clothes and fucking you senseless. But there were those few inevitable times where you couldn't share the same bed with him.
And he hated it.
Shifting restlessly under the sheets, he threw the blanket off of him. Groaning when he felt his cock throb, thoughts of stuffing your cunt full with his cock filled his head.
He wished he could feel how soft your skin was as he sucked and bite bruises on your neck, his tongue sweeping across any blood that welled into the indents made by his teeth. He palmed his cock as it began to strain in his boxers.
Scaramouche pinched the head of his cock, his precum clinging sticky to the fabric, making him hiss as he pulled his boxers down off of his cock.
That brought him little relief, letting out a shaky moan, wrapping his hand around his cock. He squeezed before pumping his hand, wish it was his fingers pinching and rolling your clit.
Your mewls of pleasure as you twitched from his fingers plunging inside of you, barely nudging against your sweet spot. The way those mewls would bleed into desperate whimpers, begging for more consistency from his fingers would sound intoxicating.
He rutted into his hand, his precum providing lubrication to pump his hand faster on his cock. He thumped his head against the headboard again, pinching the tip of his cock harder. His cock was already threatening it unload cum onto his hand.
His fingers would taste so sweet with your cum all over them. He would lick them before spitting on them, pushing them into your mouth to show dominance over you. His cock throbbed stronger in his hand, slowing the pace of his hand down as he thrust.
Scaramouche wanted to savior the images of you. The way your back would arc off the bed when he pushed his cock inside of you, relentlessly pounding into you, whimpering as you clawed at his back about how his cock was so big to take in.
He would degrade and praise you for taking him so well, calling you his fucking slut, his cock drunk whore who couldn't stop cumming from his degradation. His pretty, perfect cock sleeve.
You would cry for him to cum inside of you, to leave his cock plugged inside of you so none of it would leak out. His cock would squelch in and out of you, his fingers bruising and possessive as he gave you exactly what you wanted.
Scaramouche bit his lip, moaning loud and husky as warm cum spilled into his hand. He didn't stop fisting his cock as his thoughts continued to race.
"Beg for me to make you cum again, slut," He would demand, teasing the tip of his tongue against your dripping, abused hole. He'd hold your cunt against his face when you bucked your hips up as his lips latched around your clit.
He couldn't hold back his moans anymore, letting them pour from his throat the stronger his cock throbbed in his hand.
Tears would be welling in your eyes, your fingernails digging into his scalp, pressing his face into your cunt. He twisted his hand around his cock thinking about how your thighs would close around his head, trembling while came hard on his tongue.
Fuck he needed you.
Your eyes would be glazed over in a haze of fucked out bliss, drooling and babbling about how only he could make you feel this good. To fuck you this dumb. You would beg for him to fuck you over and over again until you could barely think.
More cum spilled into his hand. The moment Scaramouche could get his hands on you, he was locking the door behind him, tearing your clothes off and making every lewd thought he'd just had about you a reality.
He would take out all the frustration of being away from you out on your cunt.
#genshin impact#genshin smut#fem!reader#genshin imagines#scaramouche#scaramouche smut#scaramouche brainrot#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x y/n#scaramouche x you
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Hi hello, I rushed this and I cannot be arsed to properly render this. I have other things to draw, many of them. But also. I really put too much effort into the flat of this that I kinda burned myself out LMAO
ANYWAY CALAMITY/GHOST KING SHEN JIU DESIGN. Take it, cherish him like I would. I wanted to dress him up like the pretty princess he is <3 Plus, ghost kings a la tgcf gotta slay in all categories so here we go. I'll ramble more about the more coherent thoughts I have but you can tear ghost king SJ from my cold dead hands. ٩( ᐛ )و
His motivations more becoming a ghost king/calamity are fairly straightforward if you're familiar with Shen Jiu and all the funky workings of his mind. It is to be stronger than everybody else and attaining a place that cannot be taken from him cause he has the power for it. So that no one else can have any power over him either.
However this also means that he does not necessarily have any grand plans of what to do with that power. I imagine he'd be a recluse, living off and alone somewhere hardly getting involved in the affairs of the living and gods etc.
If he does, I imagine it might more be in the style of killing slavers and otherwise bad men. Maybe a sort of brothel workers protector, getting rid of the most problematic and horrible clients? Let your imagination wander!
For a title? I have no clue man, I am not good enough at words for this. Something with green or teal as the color and leaves. That's how far I got.
Now the juicy stuff, POWERS. Leaves. Leaves and fans is the tldr version. I imagine he'd use the qi-infused leaves as in canon, just far more deadlier (probably) and conjured rather than just reliant on leaves off trees in the vicinity. For a weapon, if available (read: SY is not possessing SJ's OG body, or Xiu Ya was not obtained) I think he should get to keep Xiu Ya, or otherwise a blood weapon shaped after it. Tho if I had to give him a blood weapon a la Hua Cheng's E'ming, it would be a fan. The blades on it would likely be shift on, both an edge to cut with and places for darts to fly out. Otherwise in terms of weapons I could see daggers very well too for SJ. They'd suit him, as he could get in and get a quick stab or just throw them from afar. With his fighting style that likely has a lot of the ruthless tactics of his youth incorporated, I think it would fit just like a battle fan.
Otherwise, I do see him being a capable shapeshifter, or some sort of abilities to stay in the shadows undetected. If he needs some sort of animal or communication/surveillance skill associated with him, I personally would pick ravens. Spiritually created ravens as a sort of spying network and surveillance method.
Another juicy detail could be cultivation method. Tgcf does mention that the ghosts still have their own form of cultivating their power. For example, He Xuan eats and absorbs the abilities of other ghosts, whereas Hua Cheng is mentioned to cultivate via slaughtering. The xianxia in tgcf is rather vague now that I have a few more danmei under my belt, and specifically Devil Venerable also wants to know has given me a looot of thoughts about some interesting ways to detail this if it is so desired for a setting. Do please keep in mind tho I haven't really researched cultivation and the wuxia/xianxia 101 worldbuilding yet so this may not make sense. Anywho:
For Shen Jiu in particular I'd find it interesting to give him his own form rather than just copying either Hua Cheng (most fitting imo) or He Xuan (bonus eating disorder included, hooray!). So here are some ideas I had in no particular order:
- Take the core melting aspect from mdzs and applying it to ghosts (sorta): dissolving and absorbing the cores/qi of cultivators and ghosts alike, thus claiming the power for his own.
- Blood. Think less vampire and more slaughter. The messier the kill essentially, bleed the victims dry and absorb the blood to transform it into qi. (Thank you returning Dragon Age brainrot)
- dvawtk's Path of Slaughter. It doesn't really fit SJ as it relies on constantly finding stronger opponents to fight and challenge, especially ones stronger than oneself and persevering against the odds. Not his personal choice but it would poetically fit him and his entire life pretty well.
That's all for now. If you made it till here.... have a gold star: ⭐️
#svsss#shen jiu#original shen qingqiu#ghostSJ#No I will not shut up about calamity!SJ#I have finally accepted that this is my terminal brainrot and I am willing to die on this hill#anyway feel free to use the design <3 Enjoy!
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ive been in complete brainrot mode about your arcane prompts and the way you write the dynamics between cait vi and jinx. like ive just been thinking about potential scenes in this au so if its okay im just going to list down some suggestions for prompts if that’s okay?
- vi gets brought into the hospital because she spent too long in a burning building trying to rescue as many people as she could (because that’s just the kind of person she is). cait and her argue over how sometimes vi needs to put her own safety first while she treats her wounds.
(I’d actually love to read any prompts where cait just simply cares for vi emotionally/physically cause vi’s backstory too makes me froth…) i just want to put her in my pocket and keep her safe :(
- jinx/vander/vi go to the kiramman’s for that dinner party and jinx/cassandra get along super well cause they collaborate on their embarrassing childhood stories about vi and cait. a joint slay
- a cassandra pov chapter as she notices how serious cait is about vi and the little moments between them and what she thinks about vi.
- maybe a cait focused chapter about how much of an empath she is and how exhausting it is to feel so deeply and try so hard to make everything better for everyone.
Thank you so much for writing this au!
You understand these characters so well and i feel for them so much when i read your work. Your writing carries so much heart and bleeds love practically :’)
it’s been all I’ve been thinking about lately and it brightens up my day immensely when i get a notification that you’ve updated! :)
[is there anything so undoing as a daughter! anyway i tried to work most of these in in some way; cassandra pov for u :) ao3 if u want. (also cait is trans bc since this is my au there's no transphobia & i love her)]
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caitlyn informs you that she's a girl three days before her tenth birthday. she cries, but she's calm, and tobias is first to take her into his arms and tell her that it's good, that it's lovely, that you'll both do everything you can to see her, to make sure she's seen the way she wants to be, the way she is. you hug her too, so tight, because it's one thing to have a son, to instruct, always, how to be thoughtful, and kind, and use all the privilege your last name carries to do good in the world.
your child is thoughtful, and kind, and determined — in spades — with the set of your brow and the blue of your eyes. you do love your child, without reservation.
caitlyn's lip trembles and you brush back her hair that you'll teach her how to take care of when it starts to grow long; she sniffles and you kiss her forehead. she will grow tall and elegant; you and tobias help her choose her great-grandmother's name and then change all of her records accordingly; you take her shopping for new clothes she picks excitedly, and a few years later she beams when she tries on a pretty, simple lace bra; you ask tobias to explain the medications she needs and help her, when she's small, to keep track of them, until she can do it herself; you hold her hand in recovery after each surgery, where she cries in relief and you wipe her tears with a gentle smile. each new stage of belonging brings with it an ease in her breath that you cherish. she grows to be fierce and funny and brave, and still always gentle.
you love her, and you see her — always, she has been yours; she had grown inside your body and you had held her first, the greatest pride and joy of your life.
but it's something you had never been able to prepare yourself for, in any circumstance: a daughter. she undoes you every day.
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you first hear the name vi — a nickname, of all things, used formally — one sunny, cold afternoon during a late lunch after caitlyn had come over to shoot skeet, a rare day she'd finished work early.
she tells you about her weekend, how she'd climbed and it was sunny and brilliant and she felt strong.
'with jayce?' you ask.
she nods. 'we met some people we ended up climbing with, too,' she says, which is new. 'they were both really good, and very safe. vi,' she tells you, and her voice goes a little reverent, soft around the edges. 'and her sister,' she tacks on, almost an afterthought but not unkind, just not her focus. she clears her throat, a blush spreading across her cheeks, different from the flush that you're accustomed to when you shoot in the cold together. 'anyway,' she says, and you fight a smile behind a sip of tea, 'what did you and dad think of the opera?'
you laugh, but you're relieved too: no one will ever be good enough for her — not only because of the name she carries, one you had carried all your life too, but because she's a force no one can harm, as long as you have any say.
you don't ask more questions after this vi; you tell her about the opera, and then you shoot some more, one more round. she doesn't miss.
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when caitlyn was born, you held her tight. all day long, people had been in and out to meet her, and she had been so calm. it's not what you or tobias had wanted, but she was the heir to the kiramman name and so her fortune was already set, far before you had cried in joy at the positive pregnancy test on the bathroom counter, tobias laughing delightedly, and far before she came into this world, with grey eyes that will turn electric blue and strong, tiny hands, clenched perpetually. she was so small and so new, and you handed her off to the nurse in the waning hours of the evening so you could sleep through the night.
not even two hours later, though, as the pain was really started to set in and tobias was dosing off in the chair next to you, the nurse had apologetically brought her back, bundled and screaming, her face splotched with red from crying.
'she won't stop,' the nurse said. 'we've tried everything, but she's keeping the other babies up. i'm sorry.'
you shook your head and took her back into your arms while she wailed as much as her little lungs would allow. you wondered about her, everything, because she was a person and there was so much to learn. you unbuttoned your gown and held her to your bare skin; she stopped crying, just like that. she latched onto your breast, easily, and ate a little, and then fell asleep, little sighs filling the room. tobias looks on in a very exhausted awe; you brought your lips to the crown of her head, the soft tuft of dark hair there that smelled so good, beyond anything you could have ever imaged: yours. she didn't fuss when he placed her in the bassinet a few minutes later; she slept all night, wanting just to be near you.
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you're in your car, your driver regrettably apologizing as you get stuck in a typical rush hour traffic jam on the freeway, when caitlyn calls, a few weeks later.
'are you stuck in this traffic too?' you guess after she asks what you're doing, if you're free.
she groans. 'i was hoping to get home early, have time to decompress and shower before...'
she trails off, a pause you decide to let rest. she's always needed to tell you things in her own time.
'i have a date tonight,' she confesses, and you can hear the giddiness, the nervousness, through the phone.
you hum. 'oh?'
'yeah,' she says, and you stop yourself from chiding her about the informal word. 'i — she's amazing, mom. i just want it to go well.'
'well, you're a kiramman,' you remind her, the reminder thinly veiled under a tinge of encouragement in your tone. 'i'm sure you'll be quite impressive.'
she sighs; you know it's not the reassurance she wanted, but your family doesn't always have that luxury. she doesn't tell you anything else — instead you talk about the upcoming council vote on your latest bill, and how her meeting at work about funding cancer treatments went — and, of course, you don't ask.
//
tobias, always softer than you, especially with your daughter, asks after this vi on sunday. you meet caitlyn for brunch at your usual monthly spot, your mimosas already poured and cortados prepared as you sit down at your table.
'next month, just bring vi,' tobias says when he notices caitlyn's fire department sweatshirt underneath her peacoat. it's not too nice a restaurant for her jeans, boots, and a crew neck, but you are not normal patrons. he laughs when he says it, not disapproving in the slightest, a smirk on his face when you understand the implication: caitlyn had come from vi's home this morning, rather than her own apartment.
'it's serious, then?' you ask, and you try not to feel slighted that tobias seems to know far more about caitlyn's feelings, and vi's existence, than you: it's your own doing.
caitlyn fiddles with the corner of her napkin. 'yes,' she decides on, her smile small and tender, her shoulders soft. 'i'd like if you met her. i... well, i hope she'll be around for a long time.'
you suppose it was bound to happen: caitlyn is beautiful and smart and driven, talented and successful and, most importantly, good.
'we should meet her, then,' you decide.
//
caitlyn was in her first year of college the first time she brought home a girlfriend. you're sure she'd had girlfriends over before, a few of her friends throughout the years of secondary school giggling too much to just be interested in hanging out, as they say, but you hadn't prodded and she hadn't said. you'd always left that up to tobias, who still called her sprout and spent afternoons on long walks with her and the dogs, a daughter somehow easier to handle for him.
during winter holiday, even though university is just an hour away from your home, she brought home a girlfriend for winter holiday. this girl's family lived far away, and, for most, it's expensive to travel that distance, and so, ever generous, caitlyn invited her. you had agreed, if only because it was proper and you didn't want a fight before she even arrived.
the girl, for the most part, was uninteresting, if polite. caitlyn was enamored, but you trusted it would fade. she had been distinctly sad when she arrived home for summer break, informing you — tobias already knew, although he didn't have much of a clue about caitlyn's grades or extracurricular involvement — one day hunting that she and this girlfriend had broken things off. she'd not given you any real reason, just that it didn't work out, but you'd seen her frowning at the kiramman coat of arms engraved into a bullet. she'd loaded her gun, though, her favorite hunting rifle, when she spotted a hare, and shot perfectly without pause.
//
'and what is vi short for?' you ask, doing your best to not stare at the face tattoo caitlyn's very serious girlfriend has of her own nickname.
'oh, uh,' she responds, looks at cait and then rubs the back of her neck.
her hair is messy and asymmetrical, and the t-shirt she's wearing is quite nice, tucked into similarly nice slacks, and her belt matches the loafers you're absolutely sure are caitlyn's because you yourself had bought them for her for her last birthday — but there are more tattoos over the backs of her arms, disappearing under her shirt and emerging again on her neck. you do your best not to judge — and you don't judge people, especially your constituents — but vi is not just a person in your life. caitlyn, allegedly according to tobias, is in love with her, only a few months in.
'violet,' caitlyn says, squeezing her hand not-very-discreetly under the table, a degree of reverence in her voice that has tobias looking your way with his brows raised. 'but she prefers vi.'
you might think that vi is certainly not good enough in any way for your daughter, but you also won't force a name down someone's throat: you didn't do it with your own child, and you would never do it now. 'vi, then.'
she nods, thankful, and looks to caitlyn's hands to figure out which fork to use when your salads are delivered. unfortunately, for just a moment, it's endearing, and when caitlyn smiles, proudly, later on while vi talks about her work as a firefighter, detailing one of her latest calls where she was able to carry two children out of a burning apartment as it collapsed, nonchalant and humble about the whole thing, you see a sliver of what caitlyn does: someone brave, heroic, steadfast in her selflessness — a partner. vi eats four of the small desserts when they get placed on an elegant tray in the middle of the table; caitlyn just laughs.
//
when caitlyn turned twelve, she tried to run away. tobias, as you both frantically looked for her, hours before her party, had insisted it wasn't about her everyday life: her peers at school had been accepting and kind this year, even if she wasn't always good at making friends, and her teachers spoke highly of her performance and participation in classes; her puberty blockers had, so far, worked wonderfully, without any averse side effects.
it wasn't hard to find her, mostly because there are few places caitlyn loved more than the stables on your property; she was less interested in the horses than she was spending time with your hunting dogs. they had loved her for years, because she was always sneaking them bits of chicken from the kitchens, and also because she loved them: dogs can tell those sorts of things, you're sure.
you had found her, curled up in the hay loft, her eyes red rimmed from crying, snuggled up between the dogs, sniffling a little in her sleep. her party, an annual affair, was slated to begin in a few hours. but still, tobias had turned to you and led you out of the stables by the hand. caitlyn's presents, all kinds of gadgets she'd been interested in, and new books and toys, as well as a beautiful gown for the event, were abandoned in her room. 'just let her have a few more minutes,' he'd said, glancing back at her. you are in charge of so much, responsible for so many: caitlyn's childhood, while full of the pressures of her name and status, has been, in all the ways you deem most important, full — there are those who, certainly, have it much worse.
but still, you'd agreed, if only because she'd cried herself asleep.
//
vi is, among other things, a gifted rock climber and boxer, a very devoted older sister, a terrible shot — when caitlyn tries to teach her skeet, they end up laughing more than hitting any targets, which no amount of eye rolling on your part seems to dampen — and, you will admit, a loving girlfriend who seems, genuinely, to understand some part of your daughter that you never quite have.
it's caitlyn's birthday, and she will always have your last name, which means there is a party, all chandeliers and champagne, every year in the great room at your home in celebration of her birth. vi shows up on time, with jayce and viktor and mel, looking almost comfortable in a space like this, laughing at a joke mel says and elbowing jayce in the arm, holding viktor's drink while he situates his cane. she's handsome, in a suit you're sure caitlyn had helped her pick and get tailored: her broad shoulders fill out the jacket and her shirt underneath is unbuttoned just enough to look fashionable and not sloppy.
caitlyn is, every year, beautiful, and competent, and kisses vi quickly — still soft, still heavy with promises — before she says hello to her friends and then greets you and tobias with kisses to the cheek and then, less formally, hugs. the gown she wears this year is the same dark as her hair, hugs her hips, and is just on this side of elegant, and you know she'd worn it for one person, and one person only: vi's eyes never seem, truly, to stray from her, no matter how many rounds of boring conversation caitlyn has to wade through.
eventually, when the party is in full swing, you head back to the kitchens to check on the dessert course. you turn the corner and see caitlyn and vi sitting on the counter, in the corner of the kitchen, your head chef ignoring them fully other than a small smile directed in caitlyn's direction when she moans around a bite of grilled cheese, her favorite since she was small. vi takes a bite of her own sandwich, and then says, 'holy shit, cait, you weren't lying,' and caitlyn laughs, relaxed from the champagne she's had, sure, but also different from every other year you've celebrated her coming into the world.
caitlyn ducks her head when vi moves closer, so they're touching all along one side, hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder. the chef delivers a cupcake with a smile, one single candle in it, and then winks.
'happy birthday, baby,' vi says, takes out a lighter from her suit jacket, and lights the candle. caitlyn blows it out, looking younger than you remember in a long time.
//
vi's father immediately reminds you of her: his muscles fill out his dress shirt, and he's brash, laughing heartily with tobias, but a little shy at the same time, when he doesn't know whether or not it's appropriate to eat with his hands.
'it's a burger and fries,' vi's little sister says, rolling her eyes and digging into her own lunch — at a normal cafe near the water and their climbing gym, which caitlyn had insisted upon for this meeting — with no hesitation. she's... interesting, with a messy blue buzzcut and a denim jacket with neon spray paint all over it, shaky hands and big, bright eyes — she looks like vi but younger, softer, a different kind of weary: her own entity entirely. you've heard of her from caitlyn, sure, how she's fun and funny and requires a level of care that vi will always hold sacred, and also from jayce, from has spoken so highly of her studies, how creative and smart she is, how she has, in his words, the genuine potential to change the world. tobias asks after her arm; a few weeks ago she had needed some stitches, and she proudly pulls back the cuff of her jacket and shows him the neat scar. 'excellent work, dr. kiramman the original.'
it gets a laugh out of you, which both caitlyn and vi look a little surprised by, but jinx only grins.
'wanna hear about the time vi was trying to do a flip and her sweatpants ripped right off? she was ten.'
vi groans while vander lets out a hearty chuckle. 'do tell,' you encourage.
it's, perhaps, one of the easiest meals you've shared with caitlyn and vi, if only because they're so mutually mortified at the trading of embarrassing childhood stories between their families like the most precious currency.
'i have to say,' you decide as you're picking up the bill, and then point your last fry at jinx, 'i like her.'
she gives a triumphant ha! to both caitlyn and vi, and then shoots a finger gun in your direction, grinning.
//
caitlyn calls tobias, crying, in the middle of the night. he puts the phone on speaker, because you'd woken too, and because your heart had skipped a beat the moment he answered and you heard caitlyn's sniffle. she tells you that vi was in a building when it collapsed, that they were able to get her out but it took too long, and she's hurt, and unconscious, and just getting to the ER now. she tells you that she's picking up vi's younger sister on her way there, and she asks tobias to come in and she asks you to bring clothes and food tomorrow morning, once they know more of what's happening and how vi is doing.
you don't go back to sleep that night; you wait for any updates from tobias and schedule send emails for the morning, just to have something to do. vi might not be your favorite pick for your daughter, but she's been wholly devoted to caitlyn for two years now, and you know they're planning to put an offer in on a house soon — not subtle in her commitment, despite her best efforts.
eventually, tobias calls to tell you that vi has made it through surgery and, although they'd had to remove her spleen and stop some difficult bleeding in her liver, and despite some broken ribs and a sprained shoulder, she should be just fine. you won't admit it to anyone, but you cry a few tears of relief when you hang up; more than anything, vi makes caitlyn safe and happy, and caitlyn takes great joy in being able to offer the same in return, and you would never want that to be taken from either of them.
//
they have a fight, not soon after, only about a month. caitlyn calls you, furious, even though you're in the middle of preparing one of the most important referendums of the year; she's your daughter, so you answer.
'she's being ridiculous,' she grits into the phone. you give her a moment to gather herself, and then she continues, less aggravated, 'i know it's because she isn't good at letting people help her, and she's worked on it in therapy, i know because we've gone together too.'
you hum gently.
'she's still hurt; her ribs haven't fully healed and she just got her stitches out two weeks ago, and she still gets headaches all the time, and yet today i got home to her building shelves. with a drill and everything! and normally, like, that would be hot —' caitlyn pauses, seemingly carried away for a moment; you don't laugh, just to spare her, but you have to fight it. 'we don't need more shelves right now. i just need her to...'
when she doesn't say anything, seemingly stuck, you suggest, 'let you take care of her?'
she sighs, on the verge of tears. 'then we had an argument. but, yes, all i want to do is take care of her. she had — she had so many unkind, awful things done to her; i saw her films and scans, and — mom.'
'oh, sweetheart,' you say, accepting, understanding, for the first time, the depth of their love: the grief, the pain, the boredom and difficulty and miracle of it all. 'she's stubborn only because it can be scary, to let someone love you so completely. i know how it feels, with your father.'
she sniffles. 'i do, love her like that.'
'you'll show her. she'll let you. just talk to her.'
'do you promise?'
she sounds so young, so small; you've wrapped her up in your arms and promised things much more difficult than reconciliation between the two of them. 'yes, my dear. i promise.'
//
time moves: they have a housewarming and, although you think their brownstone is smaller than necessary, it is beautiful. jinx shows you her basement proudly, and introduces you to her boyfriend? best friend? partner? — you're not quite sure, and her rambling and his adoring laughter at it, hadn't provided any real clarification. you help set out the small finger foods they'd ordered from their favorite lebanese restaurant, and you meet so many of their collective friends. it's a happy day, with a lot of wine, and everyone is in socked feet, and caitlyn wraps her arm around vi's waist and kisses the side of her head during a quiet moment in the hall, just the two of them in their home.
they adopt a dog, a big black and white boy who they're both immediately in love with and who falls asleep with his blocky, soft head on your lap when you sit down one evening with them over the holidays to watch a movie. caitlyn adores him, sends you and tobias pictures of him on their trail runs often; they take him on climbing trips and he enjoys sleeping in the sun.
//
when caitlyn is fourteen, you sat down with her and pressed your grandfather's wedding band into her palm. 'this was, when you were small, supposed to be yours, one day.' it was thick and gold and decidedly more masculine than she'd ever want, but it was gorgeous all the same, with your family's coat of arms inscribed on the inside.
she looked a little troubled by it, sorting out her feelings: what things belong, and what things are just off. you and tobias had never asked for her to explain, only if she wanted to; she told you, years ago, who she was, and you had always believed her.
'i can hold onto it for you,' you told her, 'just in case there's ever anything you end up wanting to do with it. there's no pressure, sweetheart. just know that it's yours.'
she had let out a big breath, relaxed her shoulders from her ears. 'okay,' she told you. 'thanks, mom.'
//
vi and jinx are out of town, on some kind of trip with jinx's partner, and caitlyn hadn't been able to take enough time off of work to go with them. she's over at the house now, moping about, clearly missing the people who have now become her family too, but it's dramatic enough that it's funny.
you're not sure, it's a gamble, but you call her up to your closet. she slumps down on the bench, in running shorts and one of vi's fire department captain — a recent promotion that you think caitlyn had been more excited about than vi herself — sweatshirts; she props one knee up and rests her chin on it, then looks at you expectantly, confused but interested.
'i'm not sure if you remember,' you say, and find it easily in the back of one of your jewelry cases, 'but i thought now might be a good time to give this to you.'
her eyes get big, the same blue as yours, when you put the ring in her hand. you're certain they've both been thinking of it: marriage, everything at the heart of such a union. their love, certainly, is big enough.
'i'm not sure what size violet's ring finger is, but it should be easy to resize, if we need.'
'oh.'
'but —' you rush to say — 'if you had a ring already picked out for her, one she might like better, we can just put this away again.'
she looks away from the ring and up at you, and then she's standing, years of grace and strength, the surest, best shot you know, and hugging you. she's taller, and the crook of her sweatshirt smells very distinctly like vi's cologne and caitlyn's perfume, all at once. 'thank you,' she whispers, teary.
you have so much you could say to deflect, about the horrors of wedding planning or whether or not vi is going to take the kiramman name, but caitlyn is your daughter, and you hold her to you like she's still small, still yours.
//
you straightened the straps of the dress caitlyn had picked out, the first she's ever tried on. she took a deep breath and then raised her eyes to look in the mirror. her hair was still short, although it was growing fast, much to her relief, and her features were delicate already on their own.
caitlyn turned to hug you tight around your waist, bursting into tears. you fought them yourself, instead rubbing gentle circles along her back while she got it all out. eventually, you dried her tears and turned her around to look in the mirror again. 'you are so beautiful, my girl,' you told her, and shushed when she started crying again. 'stand with your back straight,' you instructed, 'and your chest proud. the kiramman women have always been a force, and you will be too.'
she nodded, seriously, and straightened her thin shoulders. even though her lip trembled, a smile made its way through.
//
it's an ordinary day, another lunch, sunny and bright, when they tell you.
'a girl?' you ask, just to make sure you've heard them correctly.
'well, for now, at least,' vi says, sending a wink caitlyn's way, who rolls her eyes and then laughs.
they tell you more details of the adoption that's happening sooner than you can fully wrap your head around; you and tobias the second in the family to know, just after jinx, who had only found out this morning. she was, apparently, immediately thrilled, and tobias echoes the sentiment.
'to the kiramman women who have come before,' you say, after you've hugged both of them tight and ordered a bottle of champagne, 'and to those who will lead us forward, even further.'
caitlyn rolls her eyes and the seriousness, but they're suspiciously wet, and vi wholeheartedly clinks her glass with yours.
later, vi goes to get the car and tobias is settling the bill while you and caitlyn wait outside in the sun. 'prepare for her to be your undoing,' you tell her, serious but with a mirth you can't contain.
caitlyn raises a brow. 'i haven't been that bad.'
you shrug.
'mom.'
you laugh, pat her cheek.
she smiles, so bright. you weren't sure, when she was young, if this would ever be in the cards for her, but her life is beautiful and big, a world any child would be lucky to be loved in.
you hug her again, because you can. 'you are going to be a wonderful mother.'
she's taller than you, much stronger, but she'll always be small; you hold her still. she'll always be yours.
#arcane#arcane fic#caitvi#anyway mother daughter relationships make me more unhinged than anything on this PLANET#clearly lmao#didn't know until i was writing the end that they need to be moms but i guess?? lol#if i fucked up a verb tense during the past parts no i didn't!
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okay, so, I've fallen victim to the leon kennedy brainrot steadily overtaking me, following me from Tumblr to Pinterest, to Instagram and even the absolutely fucking dreaded application of TikTok. I don't even use it that often??? and the algorithm is just like 'wow, yeah, this little fuckers gay as hell send in the 40 year old meow meow!!' and having watched Death Island fairly recently, I'm gonna have my opinions on what this dude would be like. Cus my brain loves to rationalize shit and think ab 'what if this mf was someone real?' so... fuck it.
Leon Soft Kennedy Headcanons
SFW
accidentally bigoted. - im sorry but let's be so fucking real here. he's a 40 something year old man who spent the majority of his life in either the military, a police training academy in the 90's, or otherwise working under the U.S Federal System with minimal/no time between missions to unpack absolutely everything he's got going on... the guys gonna have some problematic tendencies. Obviously that doesn't mean he means any of that or is incapable of change, etc. etc., but I know for damn certain this dude would laugh a little at Bill Burr's borderline to blatantly misogynistic material and has probably chuckled unironically at the attack helicopter jokes. But, he's not a complete dick, and would definitely become more critical of those kinds of jokes if it's pointed out to him.
honest to God, Dad Without Kids™ - it's not simply enough for me to leave it at 'but it's the vibes!!' so, I'm gonna break this shit down. Leon is absolutely Gen X incarnate. I can fucking guarantee you that on his off days he accidentally ends up dressing as an undercover cop; I'm talking cargo shorts, light blue button up, those fucking standard issue boots cus "they're perfectly good shoes" and those stupid ass sunglasses... you know the ones I'm talking about. Let's say you're living with him, right? And you're... you, and you wanna watch something on TV. This dude would strain himself getting up like a turtle fallen backwards on its shell, stand up, walk right in front of the TV screen and stand there with his hands on his hips. It doesn't matter that he had to piss, he needs to get a better look of what's happening! Does those really loud, obnoxious coughs and sneezes, absolutely blows his back out doing one at least five times a year.
Only watches British Reality TV - Considering he's canonically a film buff, I'll say that this is purely for whatever he gravitates towards on general streaming services. I honestly don't see him being the type to regularly tune in to standard American cable TV, or only does so under specific circumstances like American Ninja Warrior or maybe Forged in Fire if there's absolutely nothing else. It's not something that's exclusive to Americans, — I'm from New Zealand and I do this too, — but Leon absolutely falls into the category of watching British Reality and Game shows purely because of the accents. I'm talking Jeremy Kyle, The Big Fat Quiz of Everything, Taskmaster, The Great British Bake Off and so on and so forth. It doesn't matter that baking isn't his forté or a passion of his, if Josephine curdles her buttercream by over mixing, his hands are in his hair in utter disappointment. 100% tries to mimic their accents too. We all do it, don't lie.
Has... very dated music tastes - I don't know if you could guess, but the last paragraph included me calling myself out and name dropping some shows I watch anyway or grew up watching, and I'm just saying that this is gonna be no different. If anything? This'll be worse! Since I'm very passionate about the music I listen to and have the inability to keep my interests separated from the other, of course my love of particular bands will bleed over into my interpretation of Leon's character! Anyway, all that for me to say that Leon fucking LOVES 90's grunge musicians, specifically Pearl Jam and Soundgarden, as well as early nu metal bands like Korn (their dubstep phase did not happen.), TOOL, and Rage Against the Machine — and no, he unfortunately doesn't see the irony of him being a fed and listening to Rage, — but would also have a soft spot for psych rock, post-punk and shoegaze. My man's definitely laid awake at night, sobbing without expression as he struggles to accept that Ada never really wanted him like he wanted her while listening to fucking Slowdive. My hottest take here is that he doesn't really listen to Deftones. Like he'll occasionally blast My Own Summer, Change, Bored or Rosemary, but anything outside of those? He just didn't listen to 'em. My second hottest take is that he does NOT like Slipknot, which kind of pains me 'cus I do, but I fucking bet you this dude would actually adopt one piece of "Gen Z lingo" or whatever just call them cringe. Though admittedly he would've been jamming the fuck out to Psychosocial and The Devil in I when they came out. Went off the deep end in Vendetta, obviously, and drunk-cried himself to sleep on the couch listening to Linkin Park.
Very confusing spending habits - On one hand, we all understand that Leon came from money, — he was implied to have been born into a mob family from my understanding? And I doubt he'd ever really had to worry about being fully, irrevocably broke, — but I'm sure that growing up in the U.S Foster Care System made him at least a little more cautious of where his money comes from, where it's going, what he's spending it on, etc. So, on the one hand, he's apprehensive to spend recklessly, particularly on perishables. But also, if he can drop over $100,000USD on a motorcycle that got absolutely fucking cheese grated into the road, and spend a perceived, metric fuck ton of money on designer leather jackets and massive watches, it's gonna be hard for me to call him 'financially conscious'. On one hand, he gets apprehensive on spending more money than he needs to on food since he's "just gonna shit it out later", but if he sees a cool watch or a nice suit in a shop window? Money's suddenly not an issue! Not because he's materialistic, but because the one thing he really maintains a sense of control over in his life are his possessions and the way he dresses. The D.S.O can call him in for another months long mission whenever they please, and all he can realistically do is allow the government to tug on his leash and put him where he's needed. He may as well spend their money on things he wants!
Gets out... enough? But also, not really? - So, personally I've pegged Leon as more of an introverted person, — amateurly typed his MBTI as possibly ISFJ? — so he doesn't really feel the need to go out and meet new people or really hang out with anyone. If somebody invites him out? Sure, he'll go. Otherwise, it rarely occurs to him to meet up with friends or colleagues at a cafe or anywhere. I think he'd prefer to just go there alone, mostly for the sake of having somebody else cook for him as opposed to actively seeking out the atmosphere. It's pure convience in his mind. And remember when I said in the beginning about him accidentally being at least a little misogynistic? Yeah, that was me trying to say that he regularly tries to hit on younger waitresses. Not because he actually wants anything to do with them, but simply because it's an ego boost. He likes that he can make girls half his age blush or offer him their numbers, because it tells him that he's still desirable, and ultimately, that gives him the power to reject them politely and go about the rest of his day. If they don't reject him first, of course. Admittedly, Leon's audacity towards women peaked during Infinite Darkness.
Since I'm planning on posting more NSFW headcanons for this guy, — and more NSFW kinds of posts, — here is the obligatory Minors DNI attachment. For your own safety, I don't care if what I have to say is tame so far, you can hold it off I promise.
#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy#leon kennedy fanfic#resident evil#resident evil leon#leon kennedy headcanons#babyfangs.txt#fangsfic#idk man im literally talking out my ass on all this 💀
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RAHHHHHHH I have cometh to satiate your desire for writing–I was thinking Of a Yandere Sung Jinwoo x m!reader.Like the reader looks androgynous and graceful (like y'know those people that wear those corsets,the white dress shirt ,tight black pants and cunty boots and the addition of those metal claw(long nailed???)gloves thingie oh my god am gonna explode-yup that's the reader) also the reader is not human he's an artificial being made by one of the rulers as an overseer on earth–so he helped Jinwoo secretly by somehow tampering with the system to ensure better rewards and protection and guidance(idk how he'd do that but he can as he is a higher being). So after Jinwoo becomes the Shadow monarch he'll become aware of the reader's help and boy he is set on tracking him down and just keeping him for himself to cherish and protect just like how the reader did for him when he was weak. (I just KNOW Jinwoo would be protective and possessive for his pretty boy :3)
Anyways here have my Jinwoo brainrot hopefully it's not too bothersome I just can't stop thinking about the silly bastard (affectionate)😺
`` Favours for favours. ``
[ ☆ Yandere!jinwoo x m!reader ]
[ ☆ You were created to be an overseer on Earth, and so far your life has been quite boring and monotone. Then you met Jinwoo, and your sole purpose became protecting him. But after he became one of the strongest on Earth and found out about your help, he was set on keeping you all to himself. ]
[ ☆ Requested by: anon!! ]
You're not human. You never were. You were created to serve one sole purpose, and that was to be an overseer on Earth, nothing more, nothing less.
Life was boring. Dull. Monotone. You'd come to think it was your fault by the end - thinking you were emotionless, incapable of feeling anything.
Then you met Jinwoo. Well, not really met, but you got to know him trough his many failures. You watched as the man, supposedly the weakest hunter, went raid after raid, always getting out of it bleeding and torn.
So, after the accident happened, you decided to help him out. Surely tampering a tiny bit with the system wouldn't hurt anyone?
And so you did. Whenever Jinwoo was in a bad situation, you ensured he was protected by any means. If he was low on items, you gave him as many rewards as he needed each time he completed a little quest. All while he was unaware of it all.
Things changed when he became the Shadow Monarch. He had come to realize someone had been helping him since the beginning, and after he found out it was you, his goal became to track you down and keep you all to himself, so that nobody could ever hurt you.
He found out where you lived shortly after. That's how he found himself knocking on your door, desperate to see you and get to know you real close.
Once you opened the door, he could see the utter surprise on your face. But he had to admit, he was slightly taken aback, too.. he didn't expect your style to be like that, but it didn't matter to him, as long as it was you.
"How.." you began, your voice uncharacteristically quiet. But your words trailed off when Jinwoo put his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.
"Don't worry," he said in a hushed voice. "You'll be safe with me. I promise you, nobody will ever hurt you as long as you stay with me. I'll protect you, no matter what."
Before you could ask any questions, his grip tightened and he rested his head on your shoulder with a soft sigh. "I must repay you for your help."
"Oh, you don't need to, really-"
"Let me rephrase.." he cut you off, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "I will repay you for your help."
He smiled at the silence that followed and finally pulled away from you.
"Come now," he said, putting his hand against your cheek gently. "I'm taking you home."
A/N: Omg I'm sorry for the wait, anon! It took some time, but I finally finished this request :) I'm actually not that big a fan of how this one turned out, but oh well..
Dividers by @/rookthornesartistry, ty! <3
#solo leveling#solo leveling x reader#solo leveling x y/n#solo leveling x you#solo leveling jinwoo#sung jinwoo#jinwoo#sung jinwoo x reader#jinwoo x reader#sung jinwoo x y/n#jinwoo x y/n#sung jinwoo x you#jinwoo x you#x reader#x y/n#x you
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besides that can i req🤭🤭
would rin be open to sharing things or matching? like taking his hoodies or that jacket… 🤣 or how you get him matching keychains and on his black school bag is the keychain you gifted him standing out 😭 AUGGHH RIN BRAINROT ☺️ feel free to take ts in ur own way 😈
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assuming this isn’t an actual fic idea HELP but YES LARGE LARGE YESSSSSS to all the above thoughtd below!!!!! (many)
i think he wouldn’t be that opposed with matching in the beginning as long as its sort of subtle like keychains from a popular brand since i feel like he likes that subtlety and that feeling that only you two know its matching and slowly before he knows it, he has like a ton of those keychains hanging around from it being subtly attached to just his school bag to being multiple on his school bag, his pencil case and even his training bag. i feel like deep down he rlly likes the idea of something that connects you and him and he’ll be the type to fiddle with it too. just imagine him fiddling with his kuromi or cat keychain on his bag on the bus to and from blue lock or his old training facility thing missing you or with the star phone charm in school when youre sick as he wonders how youre doing…!!!!!!
and then slowly you convince him to get those other cute keychains that stops matching his bags but trust me when i say even though he pretends he doesn’t care and all, he’ll take care of all the keychains and especially those plushie keychains like hello kitty - hell wash every holiday especially for the ones on his school bag he’ll not let them get dirty!!!!!! he takes care of each of them and looks and plays with them whenever he misses you (a lot) i can lowkey imagine him going back to blue lock pt2 now with training bags with a bunch of silly keychains you and him get at shops or even from the arcade from those claw machine without a single care even if others see it as cringe hes winning the #idgaf war!!!!!! but just dont point all these out especially when hes dozing off a little during class and starts scratching or rubbing the plushie head he’ll get all embarrassed and cute (ears red and all as he pouts, verbally denying that he did any of that)
and abt sharing things i feel like at first he doesn’t mind it?!?!??! hes pretty used to sharing things having siblings and whatnot even though now…. anyways! but slowly, he sees the appeal of it!!!! like he’ll plan it all and thinks hes super super subtle and awesome about it when he leaves his jackets and hoodies on the bed whenever you come over and he practically feels like its mission successful when you take the bait!!! and if youre always cold just know he’ll take off his jacket, doesn’t matter if its his school football club jacket or his jacket he just bought the day before he’ll hurriedly take it off so you can have it!! he wont ever admit to it but he thinks youre so so so so cute when youre wearing his things - doesn’t even matter if its not a clothing item, you can be wearing his necklace he bought when he was a little kid and he would still think about it and start kicking his feet in his bed like a teenage girl!!! hell he doesn’t even need you to wear it, it literally could be as simple as using his pen because yours ran out mid study session and hes trying not to have a nose bleed right beside you, his homework forgotten LOL. what i think is the top tier sharing thing is probably his jerseys !!! first time you wore it he genuinely thinks hes gonna start having a stroke and a heart attack wiht the way his heart raced even harder than if he was hypothetically on the field playing right against his brother. all fun’s until youre wearing his hickey on your neck hes not gonna be normal about it. (people keep asking him if hes having a fever with how uncharacteriscally red his face is) (he doesn’t regret it)
#itoshi rin x reader#rin itoshi x reader#itoshi rin fluff#rin.<3#oh loverboy rin ull always be famous Always!!!!!!
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