#i just wish we were able to talk about who the characters are and what their dynamic means in the show you know
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Personal headcanon about the "you picked the wrong dellamorte" line, I don't think illario actually likes rook outside the context of them being someone close to lucanis. Like rook on their own isn't much to him, but when they meet it's yet another person talking about his cousin (why isn't he good enough for whatever job they're hiring for?) and on top of that they somehow bring him back from the dead (another whole can of worms for illario). Now he starts turning on the charm, but whether he's actually interested or this is just one more thing his cousin has that he doesn't and it gets under his skin, who knows. Either way, rook ignores illario, the guy who lives off his charm, and is instead interested in the guy who's never even dated before and thinks giving someone a knife is how to flirt. Infuriating
NO THANK YOU !! i am genuinely sorry if i have ever implied illario is into rook like i see some takes about it and unless it like ties into your rook's personal backstory i don't seriously think he's romantically jealous. at all. my enjoyment of that line stems from illario's pathological need to make it about himself and not see his strengths but what lucanis has, and therefore what he doesn't. he's annoyed enough to try and goad you in the middle of a fight about the 'wrong' dellamorte and completely blind to the fact that the venatori are at best, a stupid fucking alliance, and at worst, a cult that will devour the crows from the inside out and illario would have been the one to give them the keys. he sees lucanis make allies, needs his own, and instead of charming the other talons/houses as he should, he (probably spitefully) picks the venatori. or maybe he just thought it would be easier. ugh he makes me want to telekenetically throw him around
#and you raise a very hilarious point too LMFAO#not that he is jealous. just mad as hell its not working <3 I LIKE HIM VERY MUCH AND A NORMAL AMOUNT#to be clear i think his characterisation changed dramatically from wigmaker's job and a lot of his uh#very rash decisions about achieving power feels like they just needed a traitor character for lucanis#to really max out the use of spite. i really wish honestly that there was some canon support for illario#who would probably be a little more liked/popular than lucanis. bc lucanis is respected by the crows#but he's also a very distant 'dellamorte heir' figure. respect is not the same as being liked. so you know#there's the serious assassin with a rep for how good he is at killing#and there's a friendlier assassin with a rep for sweet talking#and neither of those reputations are necessarily true. but i know which one i'd be less afraid of#and i think illario would know that. and be able to use that. BUT WE DONT GET IT. WHATEVER.....#illario dellamorte#veilguard spoilers#answered#also we're introduced to an illario that understands being a crow. and has had all that drilled into him since childhood#why. would he. ally with the venatori.#why would he put himself into a situation that he couldnt control. other than 'the story needs a villain'#what im trying to say. is . there were the makings of a crow civil war here that ends with him tragically dead#if you asked me to expand on this i dont think i could. but like the main issue being the crows not standing together making#the antaam invasion worse (btw regarding this why the fuck were the antaam even invading) so lucanis' quest is#idk. something like uniting the crows together and potentially repairing his relationship w illario#or hardening him and convincing he needs to kill illario#this is me spitballing. dont even mind me#(glances at the 'illario mention' alarm going off in the background)#EDIT: AND ALSO IT JUST CAME TO ME#killing illario as an ending also makes lucanis first talon (oh we're really in the cycles now)#forgiving illario ends with illario becoming 'talon' tho he and lucanis work closely. like a ceo vs cfo#and ends with them repairing their relationship#in the ideal world lucanis would fully leave but im alright with crows making small steps towards becoming a bit healthier
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'yandere sebastian' 'yandere abigail' 'yandere wizard' give me yandere clint đâđâ
#random thoughts#stardew valley#love the idea of a clint who slowly loses interest in emily and starts fixating on the farmer#it wouldn't get violent so not REALLY a yandere he just gets kinda stalker-y and really passive-aggressive#about you talking to and romancing other people#i just wish more stardew mods kept the original kind of asshole-y personalities of the nonromancable characters#don't make morris a sympathetic guy whose dad died and he's 'just following orders' give me reasons WHY he thinks pelican town sucks#and make me be able to kiss him anyway#a character doesn't need to be morally good for me to understand their motivations!!!#GIVE ME ASSHOLE WIZARD!!!#actually you know what i love the idea of clint killing someone and immediately regretting it#like in a heat of the moment 'my crush's spouse is arguing with me while im forging and well.'#'i got mad and i had a hammer'#immediately freaks out but OBVIOUSLY he can't go to harvey about this!!!#so he takes the body (were they still breathing? he was so freaked out he can't remember anymore and he hates it)#and buries it in the grove of trees behind his house where you get that one statue#goes inside and cries himself to sleep or smth#gets all jumpy for a while until you trigger his next heart event#when you go to his shop while he's visibly upset and he's like#'would you still like me even if i did something really wrong? would we still be friends?'#and depending on how you answer he either gets moderately back to normal or kills himself#the ghost of your spouse starts haunting him btw. visible only to him#you can see inside his house before you enter during the cutscene and you (the player) can see the ghost#but when you go inside it's gone#if he kills himself you find a note saying to check out back to see what he did#my guilty pleasure is really fucking edgy character mods can you tell#anyway if you get married and have a kid after this the kid has your deceased spouse's name by default <3
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#lately i've been going to twitter to get some lunter action bc most fanartists are there#and god it's just so annoying that over there they're stuck in a 5 day cycle of the same discourse over and over again#is it okay to ship this or is this a dirty nasty morally questionable proship? uwu#then the realization is 'yes lunter actually isn't a disgusting perverted proship which makes it okay to exists even if i HATE it'#and then two days later someone is like um akshually it's disgusting because incest and here we fucking go again#god. we need to extirp anyone under 16 years old from the internet. you have not developed enough brain matter to be on social media#(now if you're an adult unironically arguing in that discourse you either have a lot of free time or i just need to block you)#but man. like i wanna say to those lunter defenders..... can't you see what's wrong?#can't you see that the moment you've chosen to accept the premise of there being 'good' and 'reproachable' ships you've already lost?#that someone will always be able to pick a 'problematic' aspect in any ship ever?#that entertaining that idea from the beginning is the absolute worst thing you could do?#like i prefer when people call lunter boring. okay yeah i do Not see what you're seeing but also#thank fucking GOD we're bringing up actually relevant stuff here#like part of me is so fascinated about this. how murder seems to be the only thing that's accepted in media as a narrative tool#(and at some extent even that is too much)#but this yet again goes back to..... well what the fuck do you interact with fiction and media in the first place#when you're COMPLETELY unwilling to acknowledge any of these things as FICTION (not real) in the first place?#where your favorite character is the most morally correct and your favorite ship is the 'healthiest'?#i just wish we were able to talk about who the characters are and what their dynamic means in the show you know#instead of recycling the same reasons why it's morally 'okay' to be interested in them over and over and over and over and over and over and
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#CANDY-CRUS(H)ER! t. fushiguro + s. kong
à§à sum. so, you unlocked a new hot character who just so happens to be tojiâs best friend. greaaat! whatâs not so great, you might ask? you thinking you can take both of them at the same time . . *digital side eye*
wc. 8.2k
warnings. fem! reader, rent-a-dilf! au, thrÄesomes, dilf! toji, loser girl reader, unprotected, shiu is sassy for no reason, size differences, spĂt-roasting, double pÄnetration, overstim, praise, Ćral (both), dry humping, spanks, manhandling, cowgirl dp, rubbing tips, dirty talk, shiu has a dick piercing, brÄeding, bromance? LOL idk, tummy bulges, implied multiple rounds.
an. hi this literally picks up after the first fic! (/Δ*)
âi feeeeeel like . . i just walked into a bad porno.â
as youâre snuggled up against toji with a burly arm of his wrapped around you, your eyes gradually enlarge. instantly, you couldnât help but allow your curious eyes to wander at the brand new character who toji apparently already knows.
shiu fuckinâ kong . .
with a lit pink cigarette (that you personally customized for him while dressing him up) sticking from the corner of his lips, your eyes take in his naturally suave appearanceâheâs fashionably dripped in a business suit just like how he appeared in the game. itâs a dirty jet-black color, and his hands were already buried in his pockets. heâs tall too, very verrrry lean, youâd guess around the same height as toji.
shiuâs got a demeanor that just screams raunchy respect. as you continued to stare, you heard toji smack his lips from behind your ear . . and oh was he already irritated.
âtch. out of all people, you match with him?â toji grumbles, still feeling the soreness in his calves.
shiu snickers, walking up to the two of you before he grabs your hand. softly, he brings it up to his lips, caressing a thumb over your skin so lovingly. âglad we finally get âta meet, pretty doll,â and shiuâs got a thick husky voice thatâs got such an attractive smoky rasp. you could feel your heart fluttering just from that simple gesture, and then shiuâs eyes fell toward toji.
âah, and⊠toji? i didnât know the game allowed bums on the roster. how.. cute.â
narrowing leafy eyes straight back at him, toji lets out a snarling grouse. âanywaaays,â and he turns toward you, a near pout on his lips. âsugar, you can like to delete him now . . or whatever.â
you giggle. âi canât do that, i wished for him, silly.â and you could already tell toji was getting jealous.
he practically reeked of it, but thatâs probably what happens when you get too attached to fictional charactersâŠ. oops!
toji huffs at your answer and within a blink of an eye, your attention is already wholly fixated on shiu.
just âŠ. like âŠâŠ thaaat.
youâre still nude with the fluffed covers shielding your bare chest before your eyes start to rove and wander yet again. shiu hunches over the side of the bed with the same cigarette sticking between his teeth.
in a way, now that you think about it.. he actually resembles toji.
they both had dark black hair â growing, ruff facial hair with strong, citrusy cologne scents.
shiuâs was far much louder though, even louder than tojiâs whose youâd always be able to smell from a mile away.
however - youâre so kept up in your thoughts that you donât even realize he is now cupping your chin.
âmy my, girl. look âatcha,â shiuâs low voice pitches naturally, taking a subtle glance at a very annoyed toji before tittering. âmhm, mhm. gorgeous face with an even more gorgeous body, my kinda woman,â and as he continued to speak, brushing a thumb over your pursed spit-glossed lips, shiu tilted his head. âtoji couldnât handle a fine girl like you, pretty doll.â
âlike you could.â toji cockily crosses his arms, bulgy veins in his arms protruding within each confident flex.
âoh i can, sweetheart,â shiu looks at toji while heâs still caressing your chin.
you held back a giggle, hearing tojiâs âweirdoâŠâ of a mumble slip past his lips at the little petname shiu gave him.
the air felt substantially thick, and you had to repeatedly blink again, and again and again..
this still didnât even feel real.
the more the soft pad of shiuâs thumb smears alluring circles over your lips, the more you can already feel butterflies bubbling up inside of your tummy. looking down back at you, shiu hums hoarsely. âtell me, dove. what do you want, hm?â
âiâŠâ you timidly croak, nearly gasping once you can feel yourself throbbing underneath the thick covers.
fuck- you just couldnât think straight. but if you were being completely honest though, you stopped thinking with your brain a long time ago..
you were now thinking between your legs, because as the throbbing above your thighs started to quickly accelerate, you whined out a pretty, âi want you both.â
âoh, please.â toji scoffs, the mental image of having to share you nearly making him gag.
not that long ago, he had one night with you after you wished for him - just one night, and he wanted you all to himself.
he still couldnât get over how good you rode him, milking him until he was whining for more.
âyou heard her, toji,â shiu pried his finger back away from your wet lips, giving his best friend a teasing pat on the shoulder. âthe pretty girl wants us both.â
âtechnically, she wants me. you werenât even here in the last fic-â
âthe⊠what?â
they started to bicker right before your eyes and you couldnât help but eye roll.
they were practically arguing like an old married couple.
arguing over . . well, you.
you laid back against the plump pillow as you watched the two broad beefy men before you talked each others ears off. toji was still shirtless, and your eyes landed on his back sometimes expose his entire ripped physique every time he turned to his side.
countless, lightning-shaped scratches ran down his back like stripes, and you felt a bit sheepish knowing you did that.
toji rubs a hand over his neck before hearing a slight âcrack!â and groans from the release of tight muscles. you didnât know why, but the simple action alone made the throbbing from earlier pick up again.
âfinee,â toji ends the argument, a pout still displayed on his lips. âwhoever makes her cum the most wins.â
shiu smiles to himselfâsexily positioning his tie with a single hand before theyâre both now turning their gazes toward you.
this was your cue to dramatically gulp, and you did before feeling a cool heat of air starting to wash between your thighs.
as the two men stood before you, you already knew one thing for sure. .
you were about to absolutely crushed - literally.
it didnât take long at all before you found yourself bent over - arched on all fours with your tongue already rolling its way out your wide open mouth.
your hands, as wobbly as they were, pierced deeply into the rickety mattress. the second shiu lays his tongue flat against your wet cunt, you couldnât help but mewl out a cute âooooooh!â
heâs positioned behind you, his rosĂ©-colored cigarette tossed in your nearby trash can as he holds your hips in place. meanwhile, tojiâs in front of you with a hand placed on top of your raised chin.
âsugaaar, eyes up here,â he grunts, feeling your hands quickly claw their way at his freely nude cock.
toji was still tender from earlier and oh - you knew that entirely.
itâs probably only been about a few hours and he was already missing your pretty tight throat wrapped around his dick. he also couldnât help but miss how warm you felt from the inside, how good you always clamped on his achingly needy shaft.
â âm gonna need âta see you work that mouth again for me, can you do that?â
âmhm-â you moan, caught off guard once you hear a wind of spit loudly preparing itself in shiuâs mouth.
thick, stubby fingers vertically swipe down your clit before with a messy âspat!â - shiu ends up creating a sticky mess right against your entrance. youâre shivering, starting to lose your train of thought the second his crooked lips invade your folds with a barrage of open-mouthed kisses.
shiuâs messy - and he knew right away how to put his tongue to good use.
two, large hands cup your rocky hips before his pointed nose starts to zigzag its way down the sopping slot of your pussy. âyeaaah, girl, arch more against⊠mmph- my fuckinâ face,â he grunts, and youâre whimpering before wrapping a hand around tojiâs veiny length.
like always, it stands tall before youâhis tip a pearly flashing pink with remnants of dried cum dribbling from each stout side.
shiu could feel your hips frantically raising and spotting that cute, adorable arch of yours grow higher from each twisting curl of his tongue inside of you.
as his parched tongue reaches even deeper angles, he flicks his tip against tojiâs cum that still lived inside of you. remnants of it still plugged into you, and he didnât bat a single lash at all once he started to âcleanâ you up.
âhah- such a sweet taste.â he purrs, using a thumb to spread the right cheek of your ass wider.
shiu lays his tongue fully flat, starting his way from the very top of your hole before slurping down. each loud squelch echoed through your ears, bouncing through each of your thinly made walls.
you honestly felt bad for your neighbors . . then againâthis entire time, you sort of forgot about their sheer existence.
oh well! fuck them!
girl, not actually..
but toji and shiu were the exception though!
with shiu still devouring your cunt, you feel toji shuddering once you start to glue a few sloppy kisses against the tender head of his cock.
itâs poorly swollen still, with a blushing pink as a few veins decorate the sides. your hand that wraps around his shaft starts to give it a few pumps, feeling him already melting like wax near the wick of a candle.
âmhm-â his hand grips onto your hair, tightening by the very second. you couldnât think straight with shiu repeatedly fucking his tongue in and out of your dripping cunt though.
every time his stubbled mustache would brush against your entrance, youâd holler out countless pretty moans. âsooo . . fuckinâ pretty,â toji rasps, cupping a big hand underneath your relaxed jaw.
youâre still stroking him, hearing the wet sloshes of your palm against his skin pitch louder before he groans. with ravened bangs running through his halfway-open eyes, toji brings his angry red tip towards your glossy puckered lips. â ây gonna open for me? f- fuck, that cute throat of yours looks a bit empty.â
instantaneously, your tongue sticks itself out and you moan once toji starts to play with you again.
smack! after smack! - and heâs just softly hitting the teary cream-coated tip of his dick against your needy, sobbing tastebuds continuously..
a curving smirk starts to run across his lips as he watches that pout slowly marinating against your saddened features. âaww, look at that âlil frown, so cute,â he teases, your tongue still perfectly rolled out of your lips. shiuâs still eating you from behind, nibbling every few seconds against your nub just to earn a whine out of you. âmanners, princess. yâknow this.â
âplease,â youâd spat, mentally cringing each time his hardened cock slapped itself against the tip of your tongue. you wanted more than just a cheap millisecond of a taste. so so bad..
whiteish strings of pre-cum and your saliva mixed from every time heâd pull his length away from your poor twitching lips. toji hears the wretched whine cutely gargle its way out of your voicebox, and he hums in amusement. letting off an irritated grunt, you poutingly correct yourself. âpretty.. please.â
âatta fuckinâ girl,â toji praises with a slight grumble, greeting your spit-glossed lips with yet another kiss.
he was feral, the sounds of teeth clashing only grew louder by the second as you started to pulse again.
shiu grunts, feeling you sneak a hand near the hem of his slacks. as your wet lips were still being tackled by tojiâs, your thumb ghosted against his cottony boxers. the waistband folds from your touch and shiu breathes sharply, inching closer toward your face.
âaw, donât hog her, toji,â shiu whispers, bringing his pursed lips to yours.
now - they were both kissing you, fighting over who could make your lips swollen first.
you moaned, tasting treacly slings of saliva depart from all sets of lips. toji tsks silently, poking his tongue inside your mouth while shiu playfully nibbles against the bottom of your lip.
you felt so hot - both of them started to put their hands on you, feeling all over your body and you couldnât help but arch from all the burning touches.
âf- fuuuck.â youâd whimper, your tummy tucking inward in excitement at the feeling of shiuâs fingers skipping down your tummy.
they both had one thing in common for sure. they were fuckinâ handsy..
shiuâs feeling down your chest and tojiâs got one hand holding the back of your head, another caressing down your thigh.
âhah- still a messy girl.â toji utters, squeezing your cum-glossed lips together before leaning up close, bringing you into a very hot kiss. youâre moaning, feeling tojiâs callused open palms explore their way down your body - pulling your hips up oh-so eagerly.
his knee finds its way between your legs and you pout again. instinctively, thatâs when your body starts to hump against his meaty limb.
âheh- sheâs so excited,â shiu observes in a smoky whisper, getting up and pressing himself behind you. his lips were still slickly coated with your juices and he licked it clean - his tongue flirtatiously sliding around every damp spot.
with him being the one that was only fully clothed, you whined, feeling shiuâs hardened bulge of a tent press up against your bare ass.
heâs brick-hard, and shiu lets off a guttural groan once you playfully buck your ass back against him before rubbing against tojiâs thigh once more. tojiâs fat thumbs create a sensual path down your body, locating each pretty curve before grabbing your hips.
cocking his head slightly, his tongue dips inside your mouth before he starts to suck against your slippery wet tongue.
itâs a slowâŠ..intimate action and with peeking flapping eyelids gradually opening, you could see his hooded green eyes already eyeing you.
heâs basically eye fucking you - intently locking eyes with you whilst his tongue battles yours in such a wet yet competitive way.
whenever toji kisses you - heâs just so greedy.
barely even giving you any time to breathe, he sloppily maneuvers his tongue against yours, groaning at each wet share of slaps! that resounds from both smacking lips.
his tongue even slithers its way out of your mouth for a split second, licking down your chin just to get it a bit wet.
shiu rolls his eyes, feeling the bulging tent in his slacks grow the more he stares at you and toji hungrily make out with each other.
âmy turn,â shiu grumbles, softly pulling you away. gasping for breaths of fresh air, your lashes flap open for a second and you face shiu.
darkened brown eyes meet yours before he leans in, giving the left side of your neck a nice quick whiff. âmhmm, doveâs already startinâ âta smell like me too, toji..â he whispers lowly, starting to suckle his lips against numerous tender spots of your skin.
you moaned, feeling toji nibble at your other shoulder with his hands meeting your rickety hips.
shiuâs touch was a bit softer, and more gentle while toji was more firm and hungry..
shiuâs painfully slow kisses (that almost felt like the entire world was pausing in the process) made you tingle the deeper he sucks against your tilted neck.
once he finally gets up to your face, shiu cunningly grins once he sees you cutely closing your eyes.
âah, whatâs this? were you expectinâ another kiss?â and your pout was your answer. a sweet, pouty frown tugs at each corner of your lips before shiu kisses the side of your mouth. âaw, poor thing. donât pout, âm just messinâ with ya,â and within milliseconds, shiuâs lips finally slam against yours.
you felt a cool rush jolt down your body, moaning at the grasping, rough hands of both men touching each part of your body.
youâre still grinding against tojiâs bulky thigh while whimpering against shiuâs lips - relishing in the faint fresh leavings of smoke on his tongue.
shiuâs got a bittersweet taste to him, and he brings a hand toward the back of your head, softly tilting it to a certain degree. âso needy for more.â
toji starts to breathe heavily, and heâs holding your hips in place, making you stay still. with airy pants leaving out of your wheezing lungs, you couldnât help but circle your cunt around the center part of his thigh with your hips by shimmying yourself just a bit.
a candied whimper cuts out from your larynx at the sudden tenderness between your legs and you can feel shiu slowly smiling against your lips. âmhm? gonna make a mess on my thigh, girl? âs that why you canât stop humpinâ on me?â
âmmph-â youâd moan as an inaudible response, your noises muffled due to how shiuâs tongue was still shoved down your throat.
you felt so tender. your entire body, it felt like you were on fire - between your legs, specifically.
you couldnât help but wind your hips back against tojiâs thick thigh, your hands finding their way toward your breasts to touch yourself while grinding against his leg.
âmhm, tryna give us a show, too?â toji grunts, verdant squinting eyes roving down your pretty chest.
your grinding doesnât stop - in fact, you were only starting to get quicker.
shiuâs taking your breath away, literally, and he now starts to lap up the drool that drips down the crevices and corners of your chin. âsuch a diiiirty girl, didnât know you get off âta humpinâ my damn thigh, baby.â
âf- fuck, âm gonna hah- ohmygoddd!â youâd break away from shiuâs lips abruptly, your back arching as your hips finally come to an overwhelming halt.
youâre cumming - hard, and your cute battle cry of an orgasm was always music to their ears.
youâre feeling hot all over, and youâre steadily whimpering as you shamefully bury your face into the crook of shiuâs neck.
tojiâs thigh was still propped up underneath you, slowly soaking with your slick wet mess as your ass continued to pathetically rock back ân forth against his veiny leg. âu- ugh, fuuuuck fuck!â
shiu reaches between your legs, giving your overstimulated cunt a niiiice squeeze before raising a brow. âyâer actinâ like this ân we havenât even been inside âcha, yet.â you shivered, gasping once you felt the silvery band of shiuâs watch rub against your cunt.
slow - deep, thorough circles..
heâs smearing the front-protected part of the jewelry against your folds, feeling you cutely pulse against the protected glass.
it steams up right away from your wetness, and shiu could even hear just how wet you were.
your pussy was quite vocalâit was loud, sobbing and crying out little wet squelches of its own and you were still so so sensitive..
itâs cold the more he rubs it against the entrance of your pussy and he snickers at your reaction. shiu then starts nipping kisses near your neck once your body starts to shudder from the touch alone.
again, so sensitive..
the watch band instantly gets wet due to the syrupy stickiness that ran between your thighs, rubbing against the leathery strip. âsheâs a wet girl today,â toji grunts, sliding his thigh from underneath you.
for some reason though . . you still couldnât fathom that this was actually real.
toji fushiguro and shiu kong.
both sandwiched between you, sharing you- treating you like a mere rag doll.
then again, maybe this was a sign for you to stop reading so much fanfiction in your spare time and maybeâŠnot get your back blown by literal fictional fuckinâ characters!
but fuck that.
why even bother to care when you can just be delusional right hereâŠright now?
youâre interrupted from your thoughts once more once shiu pulls you into him. âdove- just a bit ago, you did say you wanted us both, yeah?â and you gulped, meeting tojiâs eyes as he was on the bottom.
heâs laid out, beefy legs spread with his arms tucked behind his head. cocky cocky cocky.
you held back a moan once your eyes trailed down his overly hairy chest. so much of it tooâŠ
dark black bushes decorate down parts of his chest with his tummy a bit round ân plump at all angles. youâd probably melt if toji sank all of his weight on you. just putting you in a perfect mating pres-
âhey, focus, pretty,â shiu cups your face. you look at him, leaning into his gingerly soft touch and his body heat practically radiates against your exposed chest. âdidya hear what i said?â
ây- yeah,â you sheepishly clear your throat, feeling his hands help you straddle over toji. âi can.. i can take you both.â
humming, shiu easily unbuckles his pants and his pants fall to the floor with a loud thuuud!
toji holds onto your hips tight, groaning before starting to give his cock a few solid beginning strokes.
the anticipation merely killed you - you couldnât help but turn around, eyes nearly the size of table saucers once you see a glimpse of shiuâs cock.
heâs thick, and to top it all off, of course, he had that pretty âlil piercing through his dark pinkish frenulum.
prince fuckinâ albert..
youâd almost forgotten- that was yet another detail you decided to customize while toying with him on the game.
you requested for shiu kong to specifically have a dick piercing along with some of the other ⊠vulgar things you arranged on his character.
youâve heard about dick piercings but itâs hotter and different once youâre up close.
itâs somewhat pretty in a way - perfectly highlighting his tip as the steel piercing hooks over his frenulum.
itâs tucked right in, all the way in⊠and yet, for some reason⊠the more you stared, the more you started to feel yourself salivating.
you gulped so loud that you were almost positive one of them heard you.
shiuâs got a plethora of prominent veins running down each side of his shaft and it proudly stands tall, creamily tearing from each pinkish-tan corner with tears of milky precum.
âheh- i told toji âta get a piercing like this but of course, he chickened out. me personally, man-â
âoh, fuck you,â toji grumbles, narrowing his eyes straight at shiu.
you hover over tojiâs length which was also sheeny from the very top. itâs almost cute how his entire tip was so mushroomy and angrily flashing with various blushing colors of reddish pink.
they were both super super thick, and the mere thought of feeling them both stretching you out from the inside had your metaphoric panties in a twist. âi gotcha, sugar. look at me.â toji continues.
âoh, f- fuuuck,â youâd inhale deeply, your cunt immediately opening up at the welcoming gradual stretch of tojiâs swollen cockhead.
youâre so tender, slowly sinking your way while your teeth bite down onto your bottom lip.
youâve already felt toji - but shiuâŠ
your heartâs pulse dramatically quickened by the second as you sank sank sank on tojiâs fat cock.
âmhm,â shiu presses his chest against you, helping you secure yourself over tojiâs lap.
with toji laid back comfortably, shiuâs right behind you with an arm snaking around your torso. a big hand meets its way between your legs, dragging a stubby thumb down your cunt thatâs being stuffed with only about a good half of tojiâs length so far. âlet us hear that extra stretch, girl,â shiu hoarsely coos against your ear, aligning his leaking tip against your hole.
as a soft âmmngh!â comes out from your lips, you land flat on tojiâs hairy chest and he catches you with a smug grin, kissing your forehead.
but god - shiuâs stretch was simply out of this world. your eyes widened even larger than they already were as your lips pathetically spread apart, shaping into a surprised âoâ shape.
shiuâs stretching you out in every way possible. heâs groaning once he hears the pretty harmony of squelches leaving from both slick orifices.
his hand remains between your trembling thighs before his fingers start to rub against your pussy.
âthere it is. that pretty stretch. ugh- there she fuckinâ iiiiis,â shiu reaches for the wooden headboard, nearly in awe at how perfect you were taking them both. your cunt squawks wetly, and your jaw just couldnât stop itself from hanging.
the metal ring that glues on top of his tip immediately introduces itself against your puckering hole, giving it a sloppy frigid kiss of its own. with both stout shafts leisurely making their way into you, you were already panting like a dog.
âf.. fuck, so fuckinâ nghhh- big.â youâd moan, a sweaty palm of yours instinctively gripping a part of your ass.
with a tiny âlil shake of your hips, you started to grasp your bearingsâattempting to start up a pace but cutely failing. saying that they were both big though was purely an understatement.
toji and shiu both had girth for days.
every inch drove its way into your gummy walls deeply, easily locating every possible opening they could rummage through.
you probably looked a mess already as your mouth remained open, dribbling from the corners of your parted sheeny lips with globs of drool..
you honestly couldnât even compare them though.
inch after fuckinâ inch.. they were each huge in their respective ways - rightfully so!
slowly yet surely, theyâre both making their way through your clenching insides as you finally start to rock your pathetic hips forward.
riiiight as tojiâs cock sloppily plops! its way against your cunt, heâs fatally bottoming out. while heâs made his way past the tight ring of your barrier, youâre shaking against his chest with your mouth cutely agape the entire time.
âgoodâŠhah- girl. clampinâ down on us so good,â toji wheezes, already starting to break a sweat. heâs got your hips glued to his clammy palms, lowly grunting each time he feels your bodyâs grinding against them trying to quicken. âf.. fuck, shiu. sheâsâŠhah- perfect, ainât she shiu.â
âmngh- yeah, she is,â shiu groans, slowly starting to thrust forward.
you looked so pretty. from this view, heâs seeing all of your pornographically twisting, facial expressions at once.
youâre whimpering, nearly drooling yet again the more both of them fill each hole like it was nothing. you were sooo slick too - too slick, sloshes and squelches singing out of your pussy every time you rockily slide up ân down..
youâre damn near full - and your eyes rolled way back at the delicious stretch that curves through every end inside of you.
shiuâs piercing was the very cherry on topâthe icing on the cake.
heâs tickling you in your most sensitive spots on purpose, making you whine out continuous wails of his name until your voice grows raw.
âs.. shiu, f- fuck, uugh-â and toji playfully flicks your forehead, hungry for more attention. âow!â
âiâm inside you too, yâknow.â
you rolled your eyes, nearly forgetting you were being double stuffed for a moment before you leaned in to kiss toji.
he grumbles against your lips, a hand creeping toward your ass before leaning into your sweetly-tasting embrace.
tojiâs swallowing every individual moan that trickles away from your wet lips - savoring the saliva that lingers on the flat of your parched tongue.
âmmngh,â heâd then grunt, swatting a hand against your ass. shiuâs groaning while still behind you. his hips strenuously started to buck at a much more bumpy pace.
right then though, his waist snaps! right into your throbbing core, causing a single vigorous thrust to make you squeal.
right there-
your pussy clenchesâŠthen clampsâŠthen clenches again and youâre feeling them both reach deep deep deep!
each targeted hit was sloppy - wet, sobbing out squelches every time your ass softly bounces back against tojiâs warm lap.
your skin flawlessly ricochets against both bodies that were glued against you. âf- fuuuck, harder.â youâd pant, breathlessly whispering between kisses.
toji grunts, watching as you friskily swipe your tongue across the scar that slashes down his lip.
âmm- arch a bit more fâ me, pretty doll,â shiu roughly murmurs, his abs underneath his dress shirt tightening from each pivotal thrust forward.
oh, his hips were just nasty though. shiuâs literally drilling into you now - acting as if his hips had the occupation of a construction worker.
your sweet, sweet whines that were never-ending, filled the room with the addition of your bedâs creaking cries of mercy. lifting your hips, shiu presses a wet kiss against the inside of your neck. âhah- atta girl, stay like that. juuuust like- that.â
right at the end of his gravelly sentence, shiuâs cock punctuates your core so good that youâre just speechless..
dumbfounded.
entirely stupid.
your lips leave tojiâs as youâre whimpering, weakly rocking against his chiseled frame that reclined underneath you. âo- oooh my god, âm gonna c.. cum⊠gonna.. -ngh!â youâd gasp, your left leg already starting to shake.
youâre salivating immensely from both corners of your mouth, taking a second to swallow once you feel tojiâs scarred palm slide its way underneath your tummy.
there!
as his hand rubs around the spot, heâs pressing his palm over. a bulge starts to form before disappearing . . then forming again.
âmhm, look at thaaat,â he rasps, sliding a finger around the outline that faintly molds a shape.
theyâre in so deep - so fuckinâ deep that youâre barely able to formulate words, let alone coherent sentences as youâre just whimpering out the same three syllables of their names combined.
itâs the same wiiiide stretch occurring after each sloppy thrust and you never get over it. youâre still moaning despite your voice already turning a bit raw..
as youâre still rotating your ass around each cocks that stuffed you full, youâre feeling shiuâs hands spread your ass apart juuuust to see your full puckering hole.
he canât help but pull out every few seconds, poking a thumb inside just to feel you cutely slump back. every surprised âooooh!â youâd make always made shiuâs dick twitch - and fuck, did you feel it every time.
occasionally, you felt the bushy hair of tojiâs base tickle against your skin. youâre steadily arching, feeling every nerve in your body shiver.
â âm gonna..f- fuckinâ cum too,â toji falls back against your sage velveteen cushioned pillows. you almost forgot how he was still sensitive from before. all because of you.
youâre laid right up against his chest, studying how every few seconds, his expressions would twist.
his hazed, green eyes nearly resembled a color of an emeraldâtojiâs gruffly groaning, maintaining a solid grip on your hips before huffing out an abrupt. âs.. sugar, ây gonna milk me again, f- fuck.â
âalways such a baby,â shiu murmurs, snickering once he sees tojiâs glare from a blurred side glance. your cunt was so slick, covering them both from the veiny shafts down as you rock rock rocked against them each.
sweet yelping âahâ âs would yelp out of you as the pressure continues to build.
their mashing tips were competitiveâharshly smearing gluey kisses all around your cervix.
youâre moaning, leaning back against shiuâs chest as he gives your pussy a soft spank. âmhm- pretty doll, cum with toji,â he leans into your ear, his voice a hushed dirty whisper. âmake him whine for us, can you do that fâ me, pretty girl?â
ây- yeaaah, shiu,â youâd reply, grabbing his wrist and making him cup onto your jiggling breasts. they were just so pretty - loosely springing free as you bounced, grinding your entire weight against tojiâs lap. âfuck, f- fuck.â
meanwhile, shiuâs hands continue to explore your body with them both still puncturing each of your wet orifices.
that same cruel stretch that would occur every few wet split seconds had your back arching, toes submissively curling, jaw idly dangling.
you swore that these types of scenarios only happened in the fanfictions you read, sort of like like this oneâi mean, the ones youâd randomly stumble upon in your spare time.
now that it was actually happening though, you never wanted this moment to end.
âfuck, âm cummin, - hah,â toji groans, his breath catching in his throat once your hand wraps around his neck. exactly as your fingers snaked around his thick throat, you felt tojiâs dick twitch inside of you.
you were both reaching delirious peaks at the same time, moaning together at the sprinkles of elation that spiked through each vein and axon of your body and his. âu- uuugh, take it all, girl. better take it..â
âs.. shit,â youâd whine, your release forcing you to subtly slow down the speed of your hips as the two of you end up finishing.
itâs a slow rush.. and shiuâs still behind you. his hand that was gripping your breast slowly trails its way down your sweaty chest.
as youâre riding him again - tojiâs life flashes before his eyes⊠at least in a video game sense.
itâs almost as if you could see the little pixelated hearts floating above his head, and one suddenly disappears the moment he comes inside of you.
two lives remaining left ! ! !
âg.. god,â he whimpers huskily, clammy sticky black bangs gluing to his forehead. tojiâs washboard abs clench as heâs shooting blanks, shooting said blanks deep into your womb. itâs hot, bubbling into your cunt as you writhe around each dick that is stuffed inside of you. â âm gonna marry yâer pussy one day, baby. sooo . . fuckinâ good.â
âhah-â shiu pants, a hand resting on your back, tracing a few imaginary lines down your skin. âlike he can even afford a marriage license anyway. iâd have to be the sugar daddy for you both.. heh. not that iâd mind.â
âshut ⊠up.â toji grumbles, wrapping his arms around your torso. youâre still moaning, feeling the gooey masses of cum creaming all down your slit, creating a pearly sheet of slick that eventually coats shiuâs cock also.
itâs a mess-
that much was apparent, but toji could tell by the feral little look in your eyes that you wanted more..
greedy girl.
and more did you get - because once itâs your turn to ride shiu, you felt a feeling of butterflies youâve never felt with toji.
shiuâs got a different kind of aura to him, an aura that is a liiiitle bit different than toji.
like it was mentioned earlier⊠just a single glance at shiu kong and you just know that heâs the type of guy who demands respect.
âtch. guess iâll just go fuck myself,â toji rolls his eyes dramatically, a pout fully displayed on his grim face.
he was obviously kidding and, it was cute to see toji so jealous. heâs had a sweet taste of you for one time and he already wanted more - more of you, and all for himself.
but you did summon shiu from the game also, so double the fun . . right?
you couldnât help but giggle, watching how tojiâs eyes would darken a bit at seeing shiu starting to align you on his wet tip. âshiu- make sure sheâs nice ân we-â
âtoji sweetheart, thank you- but i know how to please a lady,â shiu sassily replies with a tone of suggestive jest, one hand already gripping your waist. âup up, pretty doll. raise those hips fâ me real quick, yeah.. good girl-â he instructs in a raspy voice, feeling your slick cunt gush a bit.
itâs a loud âpssssh!â that squeaks right between your legs, and youâve seen gnawing on your lip as his pierced cockâs starting to rub circles around your drooling entrance.
âmmh- fuck, shiu,â youâd moan, trying to position yourself right. heâs slouched back with his tie all ruffled, messily about to pull itself out of his suit before he grunts. the coldness of the dick ring makes you shiver, gasping once his hand sharply smacks your ass. âspank me h- harder.â
âmhm- i planned on it, gorgeous,â shiu gravelly whispers against your ear, bringing the center of his palm against your backside once more.
swat! swat! swat!
and your skin jiggles upon impact, pitchy whines leaving from your dried-out throat each second. âooh, good girl. yâer spoilinâ me with allllll this perfect ass, âm afraid, dove.â
toji gets behind you, and you feel his callused fingertips run down your spine once shiu starts to finally lower you down.
it all happens in agonizing slow motion, and your lashes flutter at his wet lips painting even wetter kisses down your spine. you were always a sucker for his touchâfrowning at each wet peck that glues against your skin like paste.
âhowâs it feel, sugar?â toji murmurs, rough textured hands dragging further down your skin.
your entire body rocks back against his chest, whining loudly once the crude stretch starts to commence again.
shiu grunts, feeling you start to move - seductively swerving your whole ass around in all kinds of circles and shapes.
gasping for each languid breath you possibly could, you whine out a sweet little, âgood- mmh, fuck so good,â and you could feel your mouth watering at each millisecond that passes.
his thickness⊠oh- youâd probably never ever get used to it.
shiuâs fat tip doesnât take long to disappear inside of you, inviting itself inside of your walls before you give him a loving tight grip.
the pierced crown of his cock massages its way around your cunt, moving its way around before its shimmies into your slobbering core. âs- sooo good, shiu. donât stop.â
âhah- can see why ya like her, toji.â shiu grits through his teeth, combing a hand through his dampened black tresses.
with his right hand damn near glued to the left jittering cheek of your ass, shiu gives you another hard swat. youâre fully riding him now, the bedâs sudden creaking supporting that very apparent fact before he groans.
âshe fits reeeeal nice, mmh- her pussyâs fuckinâ dangerous,â and as he starts to fan himself, slumping back, shiu starts to lie slouch, letting you take over. ââŠphewww.â
âtold you.â toji grouses, a hand finding its way around his cock thatâs pulsing with exciting veins. he watched how you were just perfect - effortlessly working your hips on shiu.
youâve got a grip like shiuâs never felt before.
each time your ass violently slaps back against his meaty thighs, heâs getting whiplash.
shiuâs entirely taken aback too. his grip on your ass lessens as he stares at you with bleary, hooded eyes struggling to open. âmmhhh, work it, girl. fuck me.. f- fuck me,â heâs lowly grunting, feeling his cock already tightening from the inside.
tojiâs next to you, flicking his tongue against your neck before sucking on it deeply.
heâs making sure to savor your taste - and oh did you taste sweet.
sweet like candy, and toji fushiguroâs always been one for an occasional sweet tooth; a sugar rush.
the real rush though, was the way your scent drove him crazy.
toji couldnât help but briefly break his lips away from your skin, trailing his nose down your neck before groaning.
you tasted sweet but fuck was your scent far far sweeter. it was a mixture of your scent along with the manly concoction of them both. both colognes that were so loud in the air, rubbing off across every single part of your body as you moved.
âatta girl, use those hips,â toji huffs, a hand returning on his cock. while giving his cock a few strokes, heâs pressing himself against your back. âf.. fuck, doinâ so good for us. make shiu cum, baby.â
âugh- damn, she knows how âta fuckinâ ride.. s.. shiiit-â shiu swallows thickly, taking occasional glances at your ass that merrily bounces right back against his cock.
his pierced cockhead plummets its way deep inside of your pussy, tickling against every sensitive spot it could. âyeah, y- yeah.. yeah⊠look at me, pretty doll. look at me while you ride this dick like a fuckinâ hah- champ.â
âf- fuck,â youâd moan, leaning forward into shiu. that causes your arch to make an arch and itâs a sexy arch that makes toji groan just spotting it. youâre inwardly dipping your hips whilst his sticky fingertips probe all against the near heart shape of your rotating ass. â âm gonna cum again, shiu.â
with a hand softly going around your neck, shiu pulls you in close for a filthy, hot kiss that makes your cunt pulse almost right away.
tojiâs rubbing a hand against your stuffed full entrance and youâre whimpering against shiuâs lips. your bodyâs still rocking at such a speed that even shiu could barely keep up. as your dripping tongue swirls its way around him, he opens his mouth to give you better access.
teeth fiercely clash into each other as both lips smack continuously. shiuâs starting to thrust into you now, slightly raising his hips just so he could pound into you and it makes you gasp.
âmmph-â youâd moan, taking tojiâs hand and making him squeeze against your cunt. a thumb of his swipes down your soddened nub and you shudder, still tongue-tied with shiu.
âf- fuck, âm cumminâ.â he groans, breaking away from the kiss with your damp lips landing on his stubble.
shiuâs sloppily raising his honed-structured hips into you and heâs hitting you good from the inside. his tipâs greeting your cervix like itâs no tomorrow, and youâre whining once your release smoothly follows.
blanks - the two of you shoot blanks, each cumming hard with both jaws dangling like an earring.
youâre holding onto shiu as sweet little yelps shriek out of your throat. âfuck, f.. fuck!â youâd whimper, tojiâs hand still maneuvering circles around your convulsing cunt.
shiuâs eyelids were drooped all the way low - he was exhausted, and yet heâs still got that sleazy grin on his face as heâs pouring pasty stripes into your overflowed pussy.
itâs sticky ân slimy, two perfect words to describe the mess that was a reoccurring thing for the two of them when it came to you. he pops a feverish miry knot inside of you before it bubbles its way out, sloppily dribbling down the twinned valley of your cracked open thighs.
âg.. goddaaaamn, girl,â shiu spanks your ass one last time, tears and tears of sweat racing all sides of his forehead.
heâs overly glossed in sweat - fanning himself yet again before falling back against your pillow. âhah.. toji,â he looks up at his friend whoâs still pouty, stroking his cock and desperately wishing he was inside of you once more.
you looked so hot though - your arms wrapped around shiu as your ass slightly raised.
your neck slightly cranes to see the mess cascading down your sopping clit and you finally see it. creamy fresh clumps and itâs all flowing down your opening live a river - a more lewd version though. its in such a carnal way at how slickly it drizzles down the slot of your sopping pussy thatâs overly coated with such amounts that it makes them both grunt.
âmmh.. such a nasty girl,â shiu continued, gently pulling you off of him before playfully rolling you over. âwith hips like those, i⊠hah- might have to keep her,â snickering once he sees tojiâs scowl, he corrects himself. âgeez, i mean we..â
⥠⥠âĄ
as youâre still trying to get after release after release, you're seeing nothing but a galaxy full of stars.
itâs probably been many many, variousâŠhell- a plethora of positions and you could barely think straight.
toji and shiu each took turns âsharingâ you, which mainly consisted of them constantly fighting over you.
you honestly lost count of how many orgasms they snatched out of your left and right. you were almost entirely sure theyâd both forgotten about their little bet - seeing just whoâd be able to make you cum more.
âf.. fuck,â youâd moan, flopping back against the bed. youâre out of breath, struggling to catch your breath as they both depart. tojiâs flustered and shiuâs reaching for a lighter in his wrinkled pants that laid flat across your bed.
âtooooji,â shiu murmurs, pushing the the second pink cigarette between his teeth. âmmph- be a doll ân light this for me.â
âdie,â toji glares - but despite his insult, he does it anyway.
youâre just laying flat on your pillow, watching the oddly brief intimate moment between the two as your chest heaves in and out.
with green eyes glaring straight at shiu, he leans in close, flicking a thumb over the lighterâs rusty turning wheel.
with a sudden click! the incandescent glowing flame flashes for a split second, burning into the dry butt of the cigarette.
shiu hoarsely hums, inhaling before lowly purring. âthank you, sweetheart,â and before he could even care what tojiâs next response was, shiu gets between your legs.
shiuâs hands were so warm⊠they spread your slick-dripping thighs apart perfectly, getting a nice view of the mess they both created.
with the cigarette still tucked firmly between his teeth, he swipes a thumb down your buttery-coated clit thatâs glittering from the entrance with wads ân wads of freshly hot cum. âsuch aâŠmessy girl,â and heâs so close that his balmy breath wafts against the opening of your pussy.
you moaned, seeing toji licking his lips through your peripherals. tilting his head, shiu pulls out the stick for a moment, breathing out a cloudy puff of air. âtoji, câmere. our girl needs a proper cleaninâ.â
âtsk. shiu, donât tell me what to do,â toji grouses under his breath, already inching his face closer between the sprawled-out arc of your thighs.
so, so pretty -
they each filled you to the very brim. every single orifice was stuffed, oozing with such syrupy amounts. lanky strips of velvety cum plugged deep into your full womb, making you feel warmer than youâve ever felt.
your toes curled as you sweetly whimpered, feeling both of their tongues create tender strokes against your pussy.
they âahhhâ lowly, sloppily slurping their messes as youâre writhing on each twitching muscle that laps against your runny folds.
âmmnh- donât stop,â youâd whine, pawing both hands at the crowns of their jerking heads.
instantly, your fingers get tangled with every ravened hair that silky runs through your fingertips.
gawking down with blurred irises, theyâre both lewdly eating you out at the same time. shiuâs eyes were closed and he was all calm, a small tiny smile creasing against his lips . .
meanwhile, toji, heâs just glaring at shiu. a vein nearly bulges out of the side of his forehead as he cups his lips around your cunt. heâs eating you out like his life depended on it.
of course- everything with him just had to be a competition.
not that you were one to complain though.
two of the men that you wished for on this stupid dating app⊠game⊠whatever it was had you living every girlâs dream.
eventually though, as theyâre lapping hot tongues up ân down your sticky cunt thatâs painting each of their chiseled chins with a glittery wet stream of slick, you lean back moaning.
with your back submissively arching, your toes shrivel into a cute curl once more. they roll their tongues all the way flat, dragging and fucking its entire length inside of you just to hear you squeal.
tojiâs dipping his tongue in and out while shiuâs thoroughly licking around every area - and eventually, their tongues end up touching.
but as youâre moaning, you suddenly feel them stop.
panting, you look down, muttering out a quiet, âw- what happene.. oh.â
and much to your surprise (not really), you glance down and see the two of them making out.
making out and eating you out at the same time. shiu snickers, cupping tojiâs face with one hand, his cigarette gripped with his extra remaining fingers.
your pussy the third wheel- literally, and their lips mash against each other and your folds as they compete even still at devouring your twitching heat.
tojiâs kisses back, grunting once he feels shiu reach between his legsâwrapping a hand around his friendâs length.
you grow meek, watching the two as you started to pulseâthey were tongue deep, and tojiâs veiny shaft was tender from shiuâs touch alone.
shiu grabbed his dick, rubbing his pierced tip against tojiâs and they both groaned upon contact.
the plush textures of both swollen cockheads were so tender - as they rubbed against each other, you heard them both quietly groaning.
toji whined though, it was faint but you definitely heard it.
âiâmâŠliterallyâŠ.still here guys,â you force a grin, your lashes flickering within each blink.
âyes, girl. we know,â shiu murmurs with slight sass in his tone, reluctantly prying away from toji.
theyâre both panting like untamed animalsâtasting remnants of you on each of their sticky tongues before finally departing. shiu then turns toward you, leaning in, and gives you a head pat. âi think weâll take it from here.â
with confusion aching near the left lobe of your brain - your brows furrow, staring at the pair and how toji suddenly bends over.
what in the...
âhm, toji. letâs see if your arch is as good as i remember.â shiu cocks his head, rubbing a finger underneath his chin.
toji grumbles before cockily snickering. âitâs better than hers, thatâs for damn sure.â
âexcuse m-â
âquiet, pretty doll,â shiu interrupts you with a warm smile. he gives you a kiss on the forehead, seeing the invisible question marks pop all around your head before turning back to toji.
âbut, oh yeah? letâs see it then, big guy. show the pretty girl how itâs really done.â
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contents : f!reader, containts spoilers, character death, mom!reader (has a son), dealing with loss, angst/slight comfort?, bittersweet, no use of y/n wc 1k an : idk what this is, but i just really love satoru and feel sentimental about him... i am not very happy with it but it's something
âmama, i donât remember this!â
when you turn to look up, youâre staring directly at a photo you have not seen in a long time. once it sinks in just what picture it is youâre looking at, a soft smile grows on your face before meeting your sonâs gaze.
no wonder he was confused, because the slightly crinkled picture he had managed to find wasnât of him, despite the kid being nearly identical to himself. had it not been for the fact that you knew it wasnât your son who was staring back at you on the piece of paper, it would have fooled you too.
ââs because itâs not you, sweetheart,â you smile. âcome here,â he doesnât hesitate to scatter over with tiny steps, before you gently lift him into your lap, resting your head on his shoulder as you look at the picture together.
you had nearly forgotten the picture even existed, hid away with other tokens of your late love.
it was a rather simple picture, one from when satoru was just a child, long before you had the privilege of loving him. standing straight and proud, a young satoru was smiling at you, a toothless grin stretching so far across his face that his eyes were squeezed shut.
âitâs your daddy,â you sigh as your son leans back against you. âi think heâs a little older here than you are know.â
âhe looks just like me!â excitement carrying his words.
and he did. same tufts of white hair that were always sticking in every direction. same warm smile that greeted everyone he encountered. same kind eyes that never lied.
âdo you miss him?â
you turn to look at him, meeting familiar blue eyes you used to get lost in for hours on end. âevery day,â you say simply, a sad smile painting your lips.
never letting your eyes leave your sonâs face, you notice how his eyebrows narrow slightly and he turns his attention back to the photo. âi wish i met him.â
âme too, baby.â it came out quiet as a whisper, leaning forward to press a soft peck at his temple. âbut heâs not gone gone.â
âwhat do you mean not gone gone?â
âwell,â taking a deep breath, sensing how your eyes slowly started to turn glossy with tears. âhe lives on in me, in my memory,â you say softly. âand in you,â grabbing his soft cheeks and rubbing your nose against his, causing a delightful little giggle to fill the space. âand all around.â
âall around?â he asks, the confused line between his brows deepening.
âi like to think so. for example, on sunny days i am sure heâs in the sunlight that kisses your skin, keeping you warm and safe. and you know when the wind is blowing so loud we hear it in the walls?â
âmhm,â he nods enthusiastically.
âiâm sure thatâs your dad talking,â you laugh a little to yourself. âmy god, how he used to talk. all the time.â
you keep looking for at the picture, reminding you of a time where you were able to enjoy the privilege of his strong arms around you, protecting you from any potential harm. it always amazed you, that despite everything he was put through, he was still soft and kind â truly one of his many brilliant qualities that he hadnât let the world that was so cruel to him, tarnish him completely.
âheâs also in the rain,â you say, your voice falling back to a whisper when he turns to look at you again. you capture his eyes, trying to force a smile as his big eyes stare back at you with such curiosity. âyou know how youâve sometimes seen mommy just stand outside when itâs raining?â he nods. âi miss your dad more than anything, and it makes me sad sometimes. so when it rains, i like to go outside and feel the little droplets hit my face. i thinks itâs how he shows me he is still here, comforting me. sharing my pain so i donât feel it on my own.â
you donât even notice the shy tear that has rolled down your cheek until he reaches his small hand to gently wipe it away. âi donât want you to be sad,â his voice is so full of compassion, wondering how such a small person could have such a big heart â he got that from satoru too.
âitâs okay to be sad sometimes,â you assure him. âit just proves that all i felt for your dad was real.â
he doesnât seem to understand it fully, but you canât blame him. heâs still just a kid after all. but as time pass, he'll grow up, it will all eventually make sense to him.
âmama?â
âyes, baby?â
âyouâve said before you talk to him.â
âyeah, all the time.â
âyou think i can talk to him too?â your lips instantly start to tremble in an unsteady smile.
you nod slowly before pulling him closer, pressing your cheek against his. âof course! i think he would be happy to hear you talking to him.â
âwhere do you think he is now?â the loaded question comes out so innocently, unable to stop how you huff a breath, trying to find the right words that would give an answer a child could comprehend.
âi donât know,â you said honestly, âbut wherever he is, i hope heâs resting. thatâs the least he deserves.â
with his eyes on the picture again, he gently wiggles out of your arms. his kindness steers his hand to dry more of your tears, again causing your lips to curve into a small smile.
âif itâs okay, i think iâm going to go talk to dad.â
âsay hi to him from me, okay?â he nods, flashing you a grin similar to the one satoru bore in the picture in your hands. and he runs off into the garden, standing in the exact spot you so often find yourself in.
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The biggest misunderstanding about Caitlyn from fans actually comes from season 1, not 2. Fans see Caitlyn break Vi out of prison and talk to Ekko about empathy and think that sheâs learning and growing as a character and then when season 2 hits they think all that growth was somehow âabandonedâ or âreversed.â
But thatâs not true.
Caitlyn has ALWAYS been a spoiled little rich girl who came from a family of rich people who are so used to how much power they have in the city that they donât regard ANYONEâS feelings or respect ANY rules. Both Marcus and Salow spell this out to us.
Marcus: âSheâs a Kiramman! Just like them she does what she wants! I canât control her!â
Salow: âItâs the name! It bewitches people.â
Time skip Caitlyn is introduced investigating the botched Jinx job at the shipping docks. She is not an official detective and Marcus makes it clear she isnât supposed to be there. Sheâs supposed to be guarding her familyâs pavilion, but she ignored both her motherâs AND the sheriffâs wishes to investigate a crime because sheâs bored.
She breaks Vi out of prison AFTER sheâs been effectively laid-off by Marcus, using her connections to Jayce to forge her release papers. Reminder: at this point in the story she is technically not a cop anymore. Sheâs doing all this stuff with noble intentions of trying to uncover Silco and bring Jinx to justice⊠but what sheâs doing is technically illegal. And the only reason sheâs able to get away with it is because sheâs a spoiled rich BRAT.
Her privilege shields her from repercussions in season 1, just as they do in season 2.
The difference is that sheâs now been traumatized by Jinx. Her bodily autonomy was violated by Jinx kidnapping her when she was literally naked in the shower, she was most likely tortured by Jinx, was tied up and painted on, threatened to be executed at gun point by Jinx, and then to top it all off Jinx murders her mother in a terrorist attack.
And Caitlyn tries to hold it all in. She tries to confide with Vi, she tries to let her hatred go⊠but both times she is denied her the ability to grieve properly. First by her privilege and not understanding that asking Vi to become an Enforcer would be rejected. And then by Ambessa by funding the attack on the memorial service.
She has no parental figure to guide her, her rage and hatred for Jinx is boiling over⊠so she resorts to what she always does and what she did back in season 1. She just does what she wants to get her way. She convinces Jayce to develop hextech weapons, she assumes the role of leader for house Kiramman, and she uses her unique position in power to bend systems her family put in place to protect Zaun against them.
Caitlyn in season 2 is very much the same Caitlyn weâve always known from season 1. The difference is that in season 1 we were rooting for her because we like Vi. She exhausted the same disrespect for authority and people back then but they were in service of things we, the audience, liked. So we gave her a pass. We excused her rule breaking. We ignored her unique brand of privilege because we liked what her privilege could unlock for us.
Season 2 slams that door shut and tells us âno, actually, you werenât supposed to like this because nobody in power is innocent.â
But rather than learn more about Caitlyn and understand her character better⊠people are dismiss this all as âbad writingâ or âcharacter assassination.â
And whatâs more frustrating is the whole âdictator arc.â Because frankly I would argue that by that point Caitlyn HAS learned her lesson about privilege and power, but itâs too late to stop things now. Just as Jayce going vigilante in season 1 was the start of a cataclysmic event, Caitlyn gassing Zaun to look for Jinx results in Caitlyn losing everyone she trusts and respects. Broken up with Vi and alone, she is suddenly granted even MORE power than sheâs ever had by Ambessa. And you can see it affect her. In that moment she realizes that Ambessa is the one who spearheaded the attack on the memorial. After seeing what happened between her and Vi, she realizes that by taking this role she will be responsible for even greater atrocities.
She has 2 choices. Let it all go, or use the position of power to her advantage. And just like before in season 1⊠she chooses the later. Her goal may still be to get Jinx, but she does NOT want to be a part of Ambessaâs dictatorship. This is why sheâs so reluctant to join even with all the peer pressure. This is why sheâs so slow and hesitant to walk forward. And she only accepts the cape she is crowned with once Ambessa says âyour mother will have justice.â
Whatâs most important about this scene is that SHE KNOWS Ambessa is using her. Thatâs why when we see her in Act 2 sheâs already trying to counter Ambessaâs plans. Thatâs why sheâs constantly challenging Ambessa with âwhy is peace always the excuse for violence?â Thatâs why when Ambessa says âyou donât trust me?â Caitlyn responds with a resounding âno.â And thatâs why when Vi drops back into her life she realizes she has an opportunity to correct her mistakes. She doesnât switch on a dime because Vi fluttered her eyes and called her âcupcake.â She switches because she was already looking for an out. And this is why when Vi confronts her in Act 3 she screams âI KNOW.â
Caitlynâs arc is that of someone who always had privilege and power coming to realize too late how dangerous and harmful that power is. By the time she learns her lesson sheâs already entrenched with Ambessa and stuck in this hateful miasma for Jinx. Season 1 was setup for what was going to follow with how her character was going to learn and atone for her mistakes.
And whatâs so god damn frustrating about all the discourse around Caitlyn is how reductive and dismissive it all is. So much of the discourse completely ignores the actions she takes to fix things in favor of trumping up the actions she took to get there. All of her transgressions in season 1 are ignored and her own internalized growth is reduced to a joke about Vi calling her cupcake. Itâs MADDENING.
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can you imagine if like. object show characters were active on tumblr . i mean fans on here but his account is dead so. i mean itd be fun
#rocket talk #roc save #Fan come Back we miss you
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hey, i completely understand how you feel! im going to be busy the next few days with a finale, but ive sent you a dm if you need someone to talk to ^-^
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Oh my god I finally got this thing to connect to the internet. Okay.
Hello, Tumblr, my name is Liam Plecak. I'm sorry for the tag spam, but this is an urgent enough matter that I think warrants it.
For the past year and a half, I've been trapped in another universe with little-to-no communication to anyone else. I've been reading a few posts here and there, and I think some of you might be able to help with freeing me and my friends (I think some of you have powers?). Below is an in-depth description of where I am, what happened, and who did this to me. Please, if you can help, send me an ask.
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Error 404: (Self-Aware!AU, Sylus Edition) â Pt. 6
Summary: A LADS self-aware!AU featuring Sylus and a (!) player. Thatâs it, thatâs the plot. Tags: player!reader x sylus, fem!reader x sylus, reader x lads, self-aware!au, strong language, you get your very own samantha from her (2013) lol, time skips as a plot device!, this has an arc i promise, if anybody here plays disco elysium youâll find that i took concepts of âthe paleâ as inspo at some points in this chapter lmao A/N: Oof this oneâs a little longer than any of the previous chapters. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! <3 (and just a heads up, this might be the last chapter I post before I kick it off for the holidays. advance happy holidays! if you guys celebrate that sort of thing.)Â
Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4 - Pt. 5 - Pt 6
Thereâs a quiet stillness brought by the morning after that makes the problems of a heavier night seem like a fairly distant memory.Â
For at least a few minutes past the moment you blink away the stubborn grit in your eyesâyou donât remember the last time youâve been this well-rested in agesâyou lie, listless, on the soft powder-blue bedding of your twin-size mattress, watching specks of dander and dust drift from the amber sunlight that filters through the cracked panes of the casement window.Â
It floats aimlessly; unhurried. Much like you.
The echo of last nightâs events return to you in sporadic flashesâfragmented and unsteady. The whispered exchanges, the playful banter between you and your unlikely conversation partner play back in your mind, like some half-finished supercut.Â
And the more you recall, the more awake you feel, chipping away the last traces of daytime lethargy weighing you down.Â
âSo, what happens now?â
The sound of a car backfiring breaks through from the outside, like a starting pistol signalling the beginning of another day. A familiar, heavy weight presses against your side, and you thread your fingers through the scraggly fur of the purring feline whoâs taken the empty space on your left, just above the covers.Â
You breathe in deeply, closing your eyes.Â
âI wish I had an answerâIâm still trying to figure that out myself.â
You realize how many questions still linger, a lot more left unanswered. Far more than what you were able to glean, at least. From what little youâve learned, an entirely new moral dilemma emergesâone you never imagined you'd have to contend with.Â
Thereâs a lot of things youâve never expected to happen. Yet here you are.Â
âSeems weâre at an impasse.âÂ
Itâs an odd thing in itself. You keep waiting for the disbelief to catch up, for a shred of sanity to surface and make you reject the situation youâve found yourself entangled in. You should be feeling the same, pesky feelings that pulled you sharply out of your flight of fancy last night; a sense of trepidation for what lies ahead in this tenuous game of two.Â
But instead, youâre here. Now fully awake, and already looking forward to the day with wary acceptance. Looking forward to resuming where youâve left off with that charming anomaly whoâs upended your world, and left you suspended in an exhilarating limbo of uncertainty and excitement.
â...Indeed.â
You crave itâlike the first stirrings of a neophyte druggie teetering on the edge of an irreversible habit.Â
You need another hit.Â
âWhy the long face, little dove?â
Because if desire could manifest into being, it wouldâve been Sylus.Â
âWe can figure this out together, canât we?âÂ
You pick up your phone.Â
ââââ
âYouâre here? Make yourself at home.âÂ
You look at him, deadpan. He looks back at you serenely.Â
Your voice takes on a dry monotone when you respond, âKeep talking like that, Iâm about to cum.âÂ
Thereâs a shocked silence; thenââ
Sylus barks out a surprised laugh, immediately breaking character.Â
You snort. âGood morning to you too, I guess.âÂ
He meets your gaze with a look of scandalized amusement, his smile wide enough to flash teeth.Â
"Good morning, indeed."
ââââ
You two fall into a natural rhythm even before the day comes to a close. Perceptive as he is, Sylus hasnât let you linger in the unease left over from last night any longer than necessaryâwhich to say, should be left buried and forgotten, past its provenance.Â
âSo you could, likeâhypothetically, top up my ascension materials⊠indefinitely?â Thereâs a manic shine to your eyes when you confront him back at the home screen, gleeful and triumphant after you boost almost all the 5-star cards you have of him up to max level. âLike an infinite glitch?âÂ
Heâs content to just simply listen to your excited chatter from his languid perch on the seat, one palm resting against the side of his face as he watches youâhalf-lidded and relaxed. Utterly entertained by your antics.
The slight twitching of his mouth, the subtle tilt of his head⊠each minute shift in his expression makes a whole world of difference from the version youâve known him longestâalmost a lifetime ago.Â
Now he acts so human, so alive, that itâs almost unreal.Â
(Itâs almost imperceptible, but you swear the air also feels different; like the pixelated space around him is bending, stretching, to accommodate this newer him.)Â
âSure,â he shrugs, lips quirking up into a half-smile as he notices the deep crease forming between your brows.Â
He knows the question youâre about to askâcurious thing that you are.
âHow, though? Like, what are âmaterialsâ to you?â You make air quotes with your fingers, making you appear all the more endearing to him look at, in your process to make sense of a world thatâs unfamiliar to you.
âThink of it as upgrades,â Sylus explains patiently. âYou place the order to modify the equipment I use, in whichever situation calls for it.â
âAnd Memory Cards?â
â... A video reel, maybe. Or a restricted case fileâlocked until youâve got enough to trade for the information you want.â
âAnd I suppose the dealer in question here is you?â
He arches an eyebrow. âWho else?â
âHuh,â you say, considering. âSo, Deepspace Trials. Thatâs something you do on the daily? Because I⊠make you?â
âMore or less.â
âAnd you never thought to question that?âÂ
âMm, maybe Iâll start charging for my services this time around.â
You roll your eyes, already accepting his analogy for what it is. âOh, please. With the amount of money Iâve spent on this game, consider yourself paid in full.âÂ
ââââ
You were right about your earlier predictionâthis new Sylus in combat mode is something else.Â
For starters, heâs a lot chattier.
âOuch, kittenâ donât charge in like that.â
âWhy are you using a sword? Donât you like the guns Iâve given you specifically for this?âÂ
âWhat are you waiting for? Make her resonate with me now.âÂ
And, instead of sticking to his lines and responding to whatever the MCâs programmed to say during battle, he focuses on whatever youâre fussing overâno matter how⊠moronic it is.
âAh, fuck! I hate that spinning thing!âÂ
âMove, then. Let me handle it.âÂ
âBlock it, block it!â
âI would, if you werenât halfway across the field. Stick closer to your partner next time, yeah?âÂ
He doesnât say any of his usual lines. Nothing from his scripted prompts. When all Wanderers are defeated, thereâs no post-battle banter between him and the MC.Â
âGoddamn, youâre strong!â You whoop giddily, completely energized by straight winning almost twelve Orbit trials in a row. I guess thatâs what a fully awakened Solar pair gets you, huh?Â
Sylus lets out a chuckle, infected by your enthusiasm. He doesnât sound the least bit winded, despite all the damned fighting youâve put him through.
âWe make a good team,â he allows. And because he likes the little nose scrunch you do when youâre annoyedâ âAlthough your dodging really needs more practice, sweetie.âÂ
Before you could think of a comeback, the pop-up window for the next stage comes up. Ass.
ââââ
Come Monday morning and youâre once again swamped with work.Â
You barely have enough time to scrounge something up for lunchâif it werenât for the persistent reminders from Sylus, chiming in every five minutes once the digital clock on your phone had hit eleven-thirty, youâd probably skip eating altogether.
And make something else than just boiling a pot of instant ramen, sweetheart. Youâre on track for an early grave at this rate.Â
âI could⊠add an egg?â You suggest, unsure. âMaybe cut up some tofu, make it gourmet?â Â
He doesnât even dignify the egg suggestion with a response. Tofuâs a good start. Now, what else do you have in your pantry that has nutritional value?Â
âI despise that,â you mutter, but start rifling through the cupboards anyway.Â
After amassing enough ingredientsâor what looks more like a sad pileâthat might, with some effort, turn into something healthier than your usual go-to fix, you start Googling recipes online.
âtofu easy lunch recipeâ
â10 mins tofu recipesâ  Â
âbegginer recipe using tofu frozen dory mixed vegââ Ping!
⊠Really, kitten?Â
You donât even have to see him to know heâs giving you that look, the one thatâs practically dripping with judgment over your dubious life choices.Â
(You know it all too well. Personally, in fact. You see it on some relatives' faces at the family get-togethers youâre always required to attend.)Â
Great. Heat creeps up your face as you mumble defensively, âStop. Not everyoneâs a culinary genius, okay?â
After that, he lets you be â something youâre thankful for, really. Heâs being too distracting anyway.Â
Swallowing down theâstubborn and suffocatingâembarrassment that's now stuck in your throat, you keep scrolling through Tasty dot co, praying you can whip up something edible with what (little) you have. Youâre fully aware that youâre a grown-ass woman who canât manage a basic life skill and that youâre probably about to burn down your kitchenâ
Another notification pops up.
Pull up your tabs, sweetie. I think youâll find something there that we could put together easily.
Confused, you do as he says. Sure enough, four tofu-related recipes are neatly grouped together in your Chrome browser, ready to be tried and tested. Â
Your eyes widen. âWaitâyou did this? How?â
He doesnât answer your question. He does, however, offer: Want me to coach you through it? Cookingâs more fun done with a partner, Iâd say.Â
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In the end, you manage to make something that tasted way better than you thought you could do by yourself. You have him to thank for that.
âYou happy with it?â Sylus asks, grinning at the satisfied look on your face.
âMhm!â you hum around a mouthful of food. âFanks, Sy.â
âAnytime, darling.â
ââââ
âDo you really have to call me âkittenâ? You sound like a Discord mod.âÂ
Sylus has no idea what a Discord mod is, but judging by the contempt in your voice, itâs clear that youâre not giving him a compliment.
"What do you prefer, then? Princess? Poppet? Sweet thing?" He pauses, tilting his head. "Baby?"
You blush and look away. "... Ugh, whatever. Kitten's fine."
ââââ
Your routine with Sylus settles into a seamless, effortless flow as the days go by; itâs almost second nature, talking to him. So much so that youâd think nothing could faze you anymore.
Well. Almost nothing.Â
A message bubble from an unknown number appears on your lock screen: Hi, sweetheart. X
You almost ignore itâbrushing it off as some dumb prank from a bored randoâwhen, not even five seconds later, another text pops up.Â
+0063-XXXXXX: Its Sylus.
⊠Huh?Â
âIs someone fucking with me right now, orâŠâÂ
+0063-XXXXXX: Nobodys âfucking with you,â kitten.Â
Thenâ
+0063-XXXXXX: Send a reply so I can see how it shows up on my end.
Your jaw drops. âHoly shitâyou can text?? How are you doing that?â and, âDid you just cuss...?âÂ
+0063-XXXXXX: đ
+0063-XXXXXX: And Ill let you know if you text me the question đ
So you do. You tack on a now spill?? at the end for good measure.Â
You watch the âtypingâŠâ bubble appear, holding your breath.
+0063-XXXXXX: Its a complex mix of technical code and harnessing the energy from a dormant protofield Ive discovered, just south of Vagrants Land. Â
+0063-XXXXXX: The energy I got from it felt different somehow from your normal protofield. I figured I could put it to good use.Â
+0063-XXXXXX: Oddly enough, theres an⊠indescribable effect to oneself when youre nearing the centre of disturbance, shall we say.Â
+0063-XXXXXX: I can only decrypt the waveforms by the rarefield border surrounding the AoR. Any further and Im afraid the adverse effects may do more harm than good.
+0063-XXXXXX: But if amplified, it seems responsive to the filament of what connects your signal from deep space to this planet.
+0063-XXXXXX: Who knew it could act as a transmitter to send you something as rudimentary as a telegraph?Â
⊠Sometimes you forget how smart Sylus really is.Â
You: thatâs pretty amazing ?? wtf sylus Â
+0063-XXXXXX: I get by OK.Â
You could practically feel his smugness radiating from those four words. You scoff, shaking your head in a mix of awe and begrudging admiration.
He sends two more messages.Â
+0063-XXXXXX: Im just glad we can communicate through other means, sweetie.Â
Sy-Sy (??): Now save my number. Sy Sy will suffice đ
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Since your latest discovery that Sylus can now text (!!), youâve been talking to him outside the game non-stop. Itâs like talking to a very active friend who never leaves you on read, and you couldnât be more ecstatic.Â
You: so no one else in ur universe knows anything abt ur situation?
You: no one else acting funny or sumn ? >.>
Sy-Sy (??): None that I know of, no. I prefer to keep it under wraps.Â
Sy-Sy (??): Now that you mention it, Mephisto has been acting quite suspicious lately.Â
You: ?? suspicious-suspicious or just reg suspicious??
Sy-Sy (??): Hes with his other crow friends now. They might be attempting a murder.Â
You: âŠâŠâŠ. is thatâŠ. supposed 2 be a jokeâŠâŠâŠ.
Sy-Sy (??): Im running on 3 hours of sleep, give me a break.  Â
Sy-Sy (??): Also your textspeak is horrendous, sweetie.Â
"Um, helloâ?"Â
Your gaze snaps back to theâvery real, very presentâperson sitting across from you at the table, sporting box-dyed blue hair and a frown. You're at the Annex House; a sleek, new-age Japandi-style bar downtown, just an easy five stations away from your place. You both decided to try it for their infamous Rotten Apple cocktail and, of course, your weekly catch-up.
Khol, your friend of eight years since college, is currently giving you a mildly annoyed look.
Oops.Â
They point at you accusingly while complaining, "Ugh, we donât use our phones when weâre hanging out! Thatâs the rule!"
You smile at them, sheepish, pocketing your phone as discreetly as you could. âI know, I know. Sorry.âÂ
Then, puffing out your cheeks, you meekly ask, âYou were talking about Anna...?â
They roll their eyes but go over the gossip a second time, much to your benefit. Phew.
Your phone vibrates. Twice.Â
âŠ
You sneak a quick, final peek.
Sy-Sy (??): Enjoy your night out, darling â€ïžÂ
Sy-Sy (??): You let me know when youre back home, OK?Â
Biting back a grin, you send out one last text in reply.Â
You: will do !:9Â
Sy-Sy (??): Good girl.Â
ââââ
"Umâso this is my cat, Maru," you say by way of introduction, holding the plump, orange tabby in front of your phone thatâs propped up against a carton of Koko Krunch. Thereâs a slight struggle in lifting his left paw between your fingers to wave at the man on the other side of the screen. "Say hi, Maru."
âHello, Maru,â Sylus greets amicably in return, watching the both of you with clear amusement in his eyes. âCare to tell me the origin of this proud beast?âÂ
You recount the story where youâve first seen Maru five years ago, nothing more than a scraggly little runt at the time, hiding in the gap between a dumpster and the interstice of a cragged wall. You were walking home from a night out drinking with your uni buddies, when you heard the incessant meowing.Â
It drew you in like a sirenâs call. If the siren in question had the vocal prowess of a warbling whale on the brink of death.
Upon closer inspection, the grimy fluffball revealed a stubby, crooked tail and wide, beady eyes. In your alcohol-fueled haze, you briefly wondered if you were staring at a tiny ginger rat.
âWell, itâs definitely all cat,â your friend Bee declared by noon the following day, calmly retracting a scratched and bloodied hand from the disgruntled feline, which promptly hissed and darted right back under the bed.
You hummed in agreement, passing her a wad of tissue.Â
"I couldnât decide between Nospurratu and Catpin Meow," you say matter-of-factly, giving your capricious son a scritch under his chin. "Bee suggested I stick to something simpler, like Maru. Hence the name."
Your explanation is punctuated by an offended nip on your pointer finger.Â
Sylus is covering his mouth, but nods solemnly. âI think Maru is a nice name.âÂ
Thereâs a moment where the two seem locked in a silent standoff, neither breaking eye contact nor making any sort of outward reaction. Just as youâre about to step in and interrupt the bizarre staring contest, Maru gives a slow, deliberate blink.
Sylus takes it as a sign of victoryâor perhaps a ceremonial seal of approval.
 With a faint smirk on his lips, he offers the cat a bow in respect.
ââââ
Youâve practically emptied the entire arcade of plushiesâenough to put it out of business if it were actually, you know, realâand youâre bored to tears.Â
âAnother round of Kitty Cards, perhaps?â Sylus suggests, but a single glance at your face is enough to let him know that youâd rather gnaw off your own hand. Or his. He might just let you.
Sighing dramatically, you complain about the limited playability of the âmini-gamesâ in-game.
âThereâs literally nothing else to do. Same old shit, over and over again.â Thereâs a pout on your face that Sylus wants to nibble on, not that youâre aware of the forming thoughts in his head. âNo new banners. Iâm stuck between Kitty Cards and the claw machinesâIâm bored, Syyyyy,â you whine, stretching the last syllable for effect. Â
To be fair, he has tried to make it a bit more challenging for you. He stopped fucking around during Kitty Cardsâno more extra two cards in exchange for one of yours, no longer placing different colored kitties deliberately in the wrong cups.Â
After six straight losses, your frustration is palpable. The fun is gone.
He makes audible commentaries during each of your six tries at the claw machine. Every time you manage to snag a plushie, he praises you for a job well done (It flusters youânot that he needs to know that). When your luck runs out and you grab onto nothing but air, he wryly points it out through some slight ribbing, but nothing thatâs actually hurtful (This flusters you tooâagain, not that he needs to know any of this).  Â
Thereâs nothing else to do. Itâs like youâve exhausted all you could in this small, curated window of his that youâre privy to. If only thereâs a way to leave the mini-games behind, to do something new, perhaps outside of what the game has to offerâŠ
Oh, wait.Â
âHey, Sy,â you call the man to attention. âWanna try something out?âÂ
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You beat him at Words with Friends by a small margin.
âHa! Thatâs thirty-nine points, buddy.â You crow proudly, after putting down Devotees in a straight column.
He eviscerates you at Zynga Poker.Â
â... How are you so good at this??âÂ
âComes with the package, sweetie,â he says with faux-modesty after revealing (yet another!!) full house, winking like he hasnât just wiped the floor with you.
By the end of it, both of you are in high spiritsâexcept, maybe, for your bruised ego.
ââââ
âSay my name, say my name⊠If no one is around you, say baby I love youâŠâ
âItâs nice to know that we have another thing in common, little dove.â
Â
It takes you a moment to process what heâs implying.Â
You stop singing, affronted. âWhâhow dare you.âÂ
ââââ
âAre you having fun?â Sylus asks, his tone droll as he stands there, hands on his hips and a small scowl on his face. Youâre too busy spinning him around, thoroughly entertained by the number of outfits and accessories youâve forced upon your slightly reluctant model in the photoshoot that's currently taking place.
Itâs more amusing, knowing that heâs fully-aware of whatâs happening. And that you know heâs aware of whatâs happening.Â
Heâs like your personal, sentient Ken dollâif Ken had ashy grey hair, red eyes, and a mercurial attitude.
âI am, actually,â you shoot back, grinning as you plop a tomato stuffie on top of his head. âLook, you two match!âÂ
He exhales a long-suffering sigh, shaking his head in mock exasperation.
Not that it stops you. Fluffy bunny ears, a fish headband, an uncharacteristic haloâyouâre relentless. âHey, can you try a different pose?â
âThat depends on the pose⊠and how nicely you ask.â
âDear Sylus,â you sing, jutting your bottom lip forward and fluttering your eyelashes exaggeratedly, âcould you please, pretty please, flip the camera off?â
He snorts but obliges, raising his hand to deliver the most effortlessly cool middle finger youâve ever seen. âHappy?â
Woah. Thatâs⊠hot. âOh! Uh. Yeah. Yeah, thatâsââ
He raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your reaction. You giggle nervously. âYou look⊠hot.â
âMm?â His smirk grows, teasing and predatory. âWhat was that?â
âNothing!â you blurt out, but the pinking of your cheeks betrays you. Heâs definitely enjoying this now.
âI could be convinced to do another one,â he murmurs, voice pitching a little lower.
You bite the inside of your cheek, fighting the urge to say the first thing that comes to mind. Stop, you whore.Â
Your nerves get the best of you. Without thinking, you switch to putting the MC back on screen.Â
Sylus blinks, red eyes narrowing as he looks at you, perplexed.Â
âUh,â you shift your gaze between her frozen stance and his idle figure. The sudden silence hangs a little heavy in the air. âWouldâwould you like to do poses? With her?â
He opens his mouth, an automatic responseâbut he stops, expression flickering into something unreadable. Confusion? Hesitation?Â
His brows knit together, and for a short while, he just studies you, the space between you thick with unspoken questions.Â
âDo you want me to?â he asks finally, his voice quieter, almost careful.
NoâI donât want you toâ To pose with someone who looks so-â
perfectperfectperfect by your sideâI only want to see youâ
I want to see youââ
Why do I careâ?
I donât careââI care, I care so muchââÂ
âWhy not?â you choke out, the forced cheer in your voice grating even to your own ears. You shrug, nonchalant in all the ways youâre not. âIâll dress her up real nice, and thenââ You slap a pink bow onto his head. âYou can try to keep up.âÂ
He doesnât move, not paying the offending accessory any attention. His gaze is solely locked onto yours.Â
I donât care. I donât.Â
You take the first shot.Â
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âWhatâs the song youâre playing?â
You pause mid-mop, cocking your head to the side in slight surprise.Â
âUhhâPedestal,â you answer unsurely. âBy Portishead. You like it?âÂ
He hums, eyes glinting with interest. âI do. Play the rest.âÂ
And just like that, youâre introducing Sylus to modern twenty-first century musicâand to Spotify.
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From that point on, Sylus begins using your Spotify account to discover a whole new world of musicâquite literally, in his case. Sometimes he steals the control from you, overriding what youâre currently listening to, just to hear the most random track play from your speakers.
In the middle of a mundane afternoon while you're completely locked in at workâhyperpop synths blaring in your earsâyouâre suddenly jolted by the sound of heavy mandolins as an honest-to-god Russian military march blasts through your headphones, shattering your focus like a damn rhino in a china shop.Â
And so with the level of patience that could put the Virgin Mary to shame, you painstakingly explain to your friend the courtesy of not stealing the proverbial AUX cord from the âdriver,â especially when itâs their turn on the radio.Â
The two of you reach a compromise, and thus the birth of your âsharedâ playlist. Sylus reluctantly agrees to explore on his own timeâwhen youâre not using the app. Like when youâre busy with other things. Or when you're asleep.Â
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You wake up to the first strings of a Muse song. One of your favorites, in fact.Â
Sy-Sy (??): Good morning, sweetie.Â
Sy-Sy (??): Last night was enlightening. I have you to thank for that.
Sy-Sy (??): Oh, and I hope you could indulge me. I added some songs to our playlist. I think youll like them. We both seem to have a thing for alt-rock.
Sy-Sy (??): Give me time and Im sure Ill acquire a taste for electronic music too. Be patient.Â
You huff out a laugh, lazily rolling over as you check your shared playlist. Sure enough, thereâs twelve new songs on it.  Â
You: awe thatâs great sy :)) and these songz r rly good !! u got sum of my faves here
You: based on what u like maybe u can try looking up sum david bowie, probz massive attack idkÂ
You: iâll add stuff later for u to listen 2!!! <2
You: <3*Â
Sy-Sy (??): Alright, sweetheart. I'm looking forward to it.Â
Sy-Sy (??): â„ïž
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From the outside, the studio is just another unit among endless rows of dull greyâsmall and unassuming. Tucked away on the sixth floor of a nondescript building, itâs built as unremarkable as the rest.
Through a window stained with a mix of corrosive ochre and burnt sienna, thereâs a quiet humâthe presence of something that wasnât there a week ago. Life has shifted, ever so subtly, from an oppressive achroma to a much warmer vibrancy. Â
Thereâs a faint hint of movement. Inside, the young woman wears an almost-permanent smile, her phone an extension of her hand as she taps away with no semblance of rhyme nor rhythmâonly in a continuous staccato. Her eyes are locked on the screen, as if drawn by an invisible force.
Itâs elusive; this connectionâsomething beyond. Supranatural. It weaves through the room like whispered secrets shared in the dead of the night, beneath a city blanketed in deep ultramarine. Soft, like a wind brushing through a still everglade.Â
The apartment, once steeped in a self-inflicted solitudeâone that went by unnoticed for a long period of timeâcomes alive as an intangible presence fills its nooks and crannies with the steady warmth of companionship. Thereâs a gentle heat to the space now, like the glow of an invisible hearth.Â
The flickering of the string lights, the muted laughter shared with a voice through the tinny speakers of a handheld device, a slight signal interference⊠all feel like the genesis of an impossible story.
Outside, the evening sky is fading into twilight.
And as one looks out onto the street below from the sixth floor window, itâs almost as if the world outside doesnât quite matter anymore.Â
Inside, the air is full of life, in ways it has never been.Â
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âCome to me, just in a dream
Come on and rescue me
Yes, I know I can be wrong
And maybe youâre too headstrong
Our love isââïżœïżœ
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(if..... for some damn reason..... the tags still don't work i rly don't know what i'm doing wrong T_T i'm posting this from a macbook is that it, is the ghost of steve jobs fucking with me rn)
#love and deepspace#lads#lnds#love and deepspace sylus#lads sylus#lnds sylus#sylus x reader#sylus x you#lads x you#lads x reader#love and deepspace fic#sylus qin
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--> ||â The Creator has a.. LOVER?! â
SAGAU || Warnings: fluff, gender neutral reader
[ The people of Teyvat find out their grace has been romantically involved with someone for a while now.. what do they think about it? ]
Character(s): NEUVILLETTE, ZHONGLI
-> [ NEUVILLETTE ]
âOh, the Iudex of Fontaine is the creatorâs chosen suitor? Okay.. Heâs a qualified and accomplished man. I can see why the creator chose someone like him.â
With the one and only hydro dragon sovereign stuck to your side at all times, it was no surprise to anyone that the two of you had gotten close. But the creator falling in love with him?? Thatâs different.
Of course, the people of Teyvat had all wished to have a chance with you. And of course, everyone knew it was impossible⊠but hope is a good thing right? They knew the day would come though, just not so soon..
When the people found out that the Creator had someone they loved more than the usual âI love all of Teyvat equally and platonically.â EVERYONE WENT CRAZY. What do you mean the creator has a LOVER? What do you mean theyâve probably kissed. WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS THE IUDEX OF FONTAINE????
Nevertheless, no one was actually disappointed. They had heard you talk about him through the screen even before you descended to Teyvat. They were glad you were happy⊠I guess (though they wish it was with them.) Fontaine obviously took pride in having the creator spend a lot of their time residing there, even more pride in the fact that you were romantically involved with a citizen of Fontaine.
âââ êŻ Â âââŚâÖŽâ  ÍÍĄâżÍÍĄ  âÖŽââŚââ Â êŻ Â ââÖŽâ
Neuvillette wasnât quite sure how to react to all of the publicity the news had gotten. Every time the two of you go out together he feels the stares coming from the people around you. The stares werenât the usual stares he got when he was doing a court trial.. they felt new to him. He was glad that he was at least able to say more affectionate words to you out in public though!
âMonsieur Neuvillette! Iâve heard the recent news.. haha.. so, howâs it being with the Creator? Bet you feel real lucky, huh.â
âI would consider myself lucky to be with Y/N. I feel that no amount of love giveââ
âY/N???? I-I MEANâ YOUâRE ON A FIRST NAME BASIS WITH YOUR GRACE?!â
âI am. Now, if I may continueâŠâ
When heâs not actively working and someone asks him about you, he could yap about you for HOURS. So much to the point people avoid bringing you up even in non-professional events. Heâs literally lovestruck. Heart eyes when he looks at you and everything. (everyoneâs secretly side-eyeing him⊠out of jealousy.)
-> [ ZHONGLI ]
âHm.. The Wangsheng Funeral Consultant..? He is quite a handsome man, but is that all? Of course we respect him! Itâs just that.. I expected the Creatorâs suitor to be an Archon or something. But if thatâs what the creator wants, we should respect their choice right?â
The people of Liyue had begun to put the pieces together. No wonder you were always visiting the Funeral Parlor.. wait, were the times that the both of you were spotted together at Iron Tongue Tianâs Stall listening to the telling of old stories.. DATES?? How could they have only just now realizedâŠ
Well, now that the news is out at least you can comfortably hold his hand outside of the Parlor! Not everyone is completely happy with this though.. Who might that be? The other archons of course! They all took pride in being among some of the closest beings in Teyvat to you, but now that they werenât all equally close to you, feelings of jealousy began to rise.
Zhongli secretly felt smug about that though. I mean, of course anyone would. Being the Creatorâs lover is probably the biggest flex in all of Teyvat!! Only certain people are able to even be close to the Creator, not to mention TOUCH them. (which are the playable characters.) Oh, and doing affectionate things like lovers do WITH THE CREATOR?? The things people would do to be in Zhongliâs place.
âââ êŻ Â âââŚâÖŽâ  ÍÍĄâżÍÍĄ  âÖŽââŚââ Â êŻ Â ââÖŽâ
You and Zhongli were taking a walk in the city of Liyue as you always do. There was a cool breeze and the orange lights coming from the food stalls gave the atmosphere a comfortable, warm feeling. You looked back at Zhongli who had already been staring at you. Heâs about to put his arms around you when out of nowhereâ
âYour Grace! Fancy seeing you here.. ehe. Are you here for the Lantern Rite? Oh! You should come to the Windblume Festival again! Weâll make sure to make it extraaa special, just for you. Speaking of specialâ Thereâs a new wine back in Mondstadt made specially from the freshest dandelioââ
âHello, Venti.â
âOh. Hello Mr. Zhongli. Are you busy right now? If not, the Funeral Parlor is calling for you. You should probably go.â
âThe Funeral Parlor is closed today, Venti.â
lmao archons actively trying to get you to spend time with them instead of Zhongli. (They canât stand to see you hugging, holding hands, and doing all kinds of sappy activities with him)
AGHHH SECOND WRITING EVER!! Had fun ^_^ might do a part 2 with Itto and Xiao (or other characters) feel free to leave recommendations for any other characters!! Likes nd reblogs are much appreciated ^_^
#genshin impact#sagau#neuvillette#zhongli#neuvilette x reader#zhongli x reader#x reader#gender neutral reader#sagau x reader#yandere#genshin#yayyy
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INTRO !!    â€ïžÂ ŚÂ                        Dialogues Intros .á
Dialogues intros about charactersâ relationships with a gender neutral!reader. Characters chosen are Johnny, Bi-Han, Kenshi and Kitana. Content warning: very slight suggestive theme in 2 dialogues. Thereâs a small bonus angst part for Bi-han but the rest of his dialogues is taking place in a world where he didnât betray his brothers. Please, respond to the poll at the end!
Johnny ! Mirror Dialogues
You: Two of us? There can only be one. You: Yeah, if Johnny see this heâll go nuts.
You: Jo-Johnny?! But how?! You: Hollywood makeup, darling.
Johnny: Letâs be real, Y/n would totally prefer me. Johnny: You got balls to say this as a copycat.
Johnny ! At each other
You: Are you ready to show me off your skills in kombat? Johnny: Real question is, are YOU ready to be impressed by my skills?
You: Just because Iâm your partner doesnât mean I have to watch every of your movies. Johnny: Who said the only thing we were going to do is watch?
You: The model who talked to you, she wanted what? Johnny: Who cares, is someone jealous?
Johnny: Win this, Doll, and Iâll show my biiiig surprise for you. You: Letâs not waste time then, and just show me it now.
Johnny: Iâve got to say, I never went on a date as odd as this one. You: Could you please focus, Johnny.
Johnny: I may be the outlaw, darling. But you're the one stealing my heart. You: From which movie did you steal the line this time?
Johnny ! With other characters
Mileena: How can you have a partner with your pride is beyond me. Johnny: You know how many people wish to be at their place?
You: Why do you want to train with me that much? It has been a week now. Smoke: I just need to work on my technique, and youâre the best fighting partner!
Smoke: I donât think I can hold on much longer, theyâre starting to doubt something. Johnny: Please Smoke, my man, I just need a bit more time.
You: How is working with Johnny? Kenshi: Even the Yakuza didnât make me work that much.
Johnny: Will you accept to be my best man for the wedding if Y/n says yes? Kenshi: It would be an honor.
Scorpion: The Shirai Ryu are in need of members. You: I can advise you Johnnyâs paparazzis, they sneak into your privacy without your knowing.
Liu Kang: Iâm glad to see your heart has open again. Johnny: Iâm thankful for what Cris taught me but Y/n is without a doubt my soulmate.
Kung Lao: How is it like to live in a big celebrityâs house? You: Depends which house are we talking about.
Bi-Han ! Mirror Dialogues
You: Thereâs still a chance of redemption for your Bi-Han. You: Wait, what happened to yours?
You: Bi-Han wouldnât be able to handle two of us. You: Thatâs why there should only be one left.
Sub-Zero: Y/n made you soft. Sub-Zero: Weâll see who is soft when your face meets my cold fist.
Bi-Han ! At each other
You: I donât ask you to abandon your duties, just show that you care for me. Sub-Zero: Everything I do is for the Lin Kuei and you.
You: Do we really need to fight? I wouldnât want to ruin that handso- Sub-Zero: Not in front of the new recruits.
You: Do I really need to train that much? Sub-Zero: I wonât gamble on your life to know the answer.
Sub-Zero: Youâre spending too much time with the actor. You: You know he isnât cooler than you.
Sub-Zero: Youâre not my Y/n. You: Iâm here to stop you before the shadows take over you.
Sub-Zero: How dare you call me with your foolish names in front of the champions?! You: *laughs* Let it go, Bi-Han.
Bi-Han ! With other characters
Kung Lao: Should I go easy on Babi Han? Sub-Zero: Iâll put your head on an ice stake!
Johnny: Seriously, him?! What does he has that I donât? You: Itâs more about what you have that he doesnât.
Raiden: You⊠having a partner. Thatâs quite the amazement. Sub-Zero: And what is that supposed to mean?
Smoke: He didnât even yell this time, how did you pacify him? You: A magician never reveals their secret.
Kitana: I see that this cold heart has finally melt. Sub-Zero: Donât think this made me weak.
Liu Kang: You kept Bi-Han away to deflect towards the wrong path. You: Iâm always looking out for him.
Scorpion: Iâm really happy for you to have found your one, brother. Sub-Zero: With them by my side, the Lin Kuei can only flourish.
You: I am concerned for Bi-Han, do you think heâll stay stable? Geras: This will depend on your actions.
Bi-Han ! Angst part
You: How could I feel a part of the Lin Kuei, when you reject your own brother? Sub-Zero: Tomas wonât be the one to insure the clanâs future.
You: You put more trust in this sorcerer than in me. Sub-Zero: Itâs not about trust, itâs about glory.
Sub-Zero: We could have ruled together. You: Indeed, and you ruined everything.
Scorpion: You were lucky to have found someone like them, and you had to crush their feelings. Sub-Zero: They were lucky I deemed them as worthy.
You: I'm sorry for his words, I'm trying to resonate with him. Smoke: I've stopped caring about what he says a long time ago.
Kenshi ! Mirror Dialogues
You: Do you think if we switch places heâll notice? You: We have to try that!
You: Your Kenshi has lost his sight too? You: This man really should try to protect his eyes better.
Kenshi: My Y/n died in my timeline. Kenshi: And you think Iâll let you this one?
Kenshi ! At each other
You: You may have lost the tournament but youâre the champion of my heart. Kenshi: *laughs* Since when did you become that cheesy?
You: Here comes the man in black. Kenshi: I know you love it when I wear that suit.
You: I wish I could have been here to protect you. Kenshi: You already do a lot for me, and I canât be more grateful.
Kenshi: Wait, itâs not Johnny who told everyone Iâm the best swordsman in Earthrealm? You: Iâm simply sharing my honest opinion.
Kenshi: Donât go easy on me. You: So, just like last night?
Kenshi: I feel like my past with the Yakuza is haunting me again. You: This time, we will fight together against them, mentally or physically.
Kenshi ! With other characters
Johnny: Have you seen the new hottie? Totally would sm- Kenshi: You donât want to finish that sentence.
Kung Lao: So, I conclude it wasnât love at first sight with Kenshi, eh? You: Very funny, Kung Lao.
Johnny: I swear, I didnât know they were your spouse. Kenshi: Hmp.. as if you care for that.
You: Are you sure youâre up to fight? I wouldnât want to match my husband. Mileena: Why, wouldnât that be adorable?
Reiko: Should I steal your magic sword to see how quick youâd die? Kenshi: An angry spouse is deadlier than Sento and believe me, you donât want that.
You: Youâll pay for what you did. Shang Tsung: I wasnât the one to blind your lover.
Ashrah: I can only sense sincerity in your loverâs heart. Kenshi: They have helped me in many ways.
General Shao: Once I find your partner, heâll lose more than his sight. You: Too bad youâll have to pass over my dead body first.
Kitana ! Mirror Dialogues
You: Do you really think Kitana would fall for your tricks, Shang Tsung? You: I just need to make sure Iâm the only one remaining, first.
You: I donât think I want to share Kitana even with another me. You: How strange, I was thinking the same thing.
Kitana: Y/n doesnât exist my timeline. Kitana: I wouldnât be able to imagine a life without them.
Kitana ! At each other
You: How about we go at Madam Boâs after this fight? Kitana: It will be a pleasure to go with you. Iâve heard only great things.
You: Your fighting is just as graceful as your look. Kitana: Flattery will get you nowhere, beloved.
You: How about a double date with Mileena and Tanya after this fight? Kitana: Are you suggesting that I should date my sister and her lover..?
Kitana: I have lost sight of you in the fight against the titans. You: Donât worry, we canât get rid of me that easily.
Kitana: Leading the army can sometime become overwhelming. You: Rest is important even for someone as competent as you.
Kitana: *laughs* Do not fret, my sister does not bite. You: Yes, she does.
Kitana ! With other characters
Mileena: While I respect you if I learn that youâre toying with my sister, Iâll- You: Rip my face apart?
Kitana: Sister, please, trust my judgment on Y/n. Mileena: Iâm just making sure of that.
You: Your daughter is truly a wonder. Sindel: She takes a lot from her mother.
Sindel: Is this lover of yours worthy to be by your side? Kitana: I deem them as so, mother.
Raiden: Iâm really happy for you and the Princess. You: Is that so? Why do I hear disappointment in your voice.
General Shao: Iâll exploit you and your partnerâs weaknesses that is you both. Kitana: You cannot be more wrong, General. We are each otherâs strength.
You: Sorry, Cage. Kitana is off limits. Johnny: Not even a small place for a third person?
Kitana: Should I thank you for putting me with Y/n in this timeline? Liu Kang: I did nothing, it was you both who found each other.
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hiya :D i hope you're well rested, well fed, and hydrated today (and if not this is your reminder!!)
may i please have a sugar cookie, #18, with whipped cream and chocolate chips? thank you <3
ANOTHER BANGER COMBO. lilia fans here's your dinner
order #18, sugar with whipped cream and chocolate chips
*à©â©â§âË bored senseless
tropes: fake dating and royalty AU characters: lilia additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not yuu, fae!reader, takes place during Malleus' childhood word count: 900
It was only supposed to be for one ball.
When the General of the Right, the Dragon's Hand, the keeper of the Prince himself sends for your word, you answer. When he invites you to attend the centurial ball with him, you say yes. When he whispers in your ear as you ascend the castle steps, his hand tight around your arm, you listen.
And if he tells you that he's been formally courting you for the past century, you nod your head and let him hold the door for you like a true suitor would.
There was, of course, a thousand and more questions to be had, but not there, not when you were already inside the castle's stone ballroom, arm-in-arm with Lilia.
You really just wished he would've disclosed this pertinent piece of information before the ball.
The questions you had, you now had to answer for others.
"How did you catch the crimson eye of the General himself?"
"Especially as a fae of such low nobility?"
"Especially when he's had no interest in courting for the past several hundred years?"
You were able to keep up with the ruse, but it wasn't easy nor fun, especially since Lilia seemed to prefer letting you do all the talking.
When it was over, he handed you a small box of silver and went off alone, without a word, leaving you at the gates of the castle.
How strange, you had thought, but in your years in the court of Briar Valley, you'd learned not to question strange things.
Besides, it was only one evening.
...Well, that's how it started, anyway.
The next invite was to a gala hosted by a Count the following year. Then there was one a few months after that, another after that, and, slowly, your name became known throughout the country, and always spoken right next to General Lilia's.
On a cold night, a dinner hosted by a member of the Senate, one you would have never even dreamed of being invited to if it were not for your suitor, something stranger happens.
"Another one," you sigh, leaning against the stone of the terrace you and Lilia had snuck off to. The night was chilly but clear, every star visible in the sky.
Lilia sits on the railing beside you. "Don't look so glum. I'm sure these events are just a fad. You know how the nobles like their trends,"
"They're just very long,"
"And very boring, I know," he sighs, rubbing his face. "And I hate to be away from the Prince, but times have changed. I can't just win a battle to stay in the Senate's good graces. I have to be..."
He gestures vaguely. "...Noble,"
You look up at him as he sits cross-legged on the stone railing. "Is that why we're..."
You can't say "lying about being engaged to the entire country", but you want to. He knows that.
"What? ...Oh, no," he says, waving you off as if you had said something silly and childish.
"I just didn't want to come to these things alone. I'd be bored senseless."
Your eyes widen with something like wrath.
"..."
He's looking at the party ahead, picking his nose. It takes him a moment to sense your glare.
"...What?"
"Are you unwell?" you suddenly snap. "For years we have been "engaged" in front of the people and the nobility and you say it's because you were bored? Do you know how many lies I've given? To my own family! And the stress of coming up with such nonsense on the spot, to people who could have me banished from court, or worse..."
Lilia stares back, wide-eyed at your sudden outburst. Then, he smiles.
"...How long have you been hiding that sharp tongue, hm?"
"That's all you have to say?"
"Goodness, no," he says, hopping down from the railing to stand in front of you, his hands folded behind his back.
He leans forward, invading your personal space, which he is ever so fond of doing. "Do you know why I chose you, out of everyone in the court?"
What kind of a question is that? You scoff.
"...No,"
Lilia smiles, and he takes a step closer. "Well, you're not as uptight as the rest of them, for one. Your family has always been a little... untraditional, we'll say. But it was also because of this,"
He flicks your forehead, almost playfully, and you blink.
"My face?"
He chuckles. "No, no, though that's certainly a bonus. I meant... before the lies and the sneaking about, the one thing I could remember about you from court, for as quiet and meek as you can be, was your imagination. You always have the most outlandish ideas, the most improbable thoughts. And yet, you speak them with such passion, when you're permitted..."
He pauses to smile.
"...Well, I knew you could come up with some lie about us, and it would be rather entertaining."
You stare back. Lilia has always had a way of surprising people, but this is...
He smirks at the look of shock on your face, taking a moment to not-so-subtly check you out, for lack of a better term, and he takes your hand in his.
Then, he says the magic words, the ones you'd been dying to hear for every event since you started this whole ruse.
"Shall we get out of here?"
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two geniuses (a vacancy gone wrong)
enemies to lovers;; spencer reid x fem reader!
masterlist!
sypnosis;you get a couple of days off, so you decide to spend them on a california hotel. except things start to go wrong when you meet spencer there. and later on, when you find yourself with cuffs around your wrists. there might be a killer whose obsession revolves around you. and he seems to have focused on reid as well. heads will start to roll!
cw; +18 content! minors dni!, talk of murder, graphic scenes, weapons, blood, alcohol consumption, tension, lots of fighting and bickering, lots of tension, teasing, flirting, pool scene!!!!!, reader gets drunk and flirts with spencer, spencer gets jealous? over another guy, spencer is confused, sharing one bed!!, murder of a secondary character, stalking, towards reader, secret murder admirer obsessed with reader⊠angst, fluff and smut in upcoming chapters!!!
you took a deep breath, a smile making your soft lips curl as the salty air hit your skin along with the warmth of california.
hotch had given you and the team a couple of days to relax. the last couple of weeks had been very intense with cases and lots of jet flights. all of you deserved a little time to wind down.
and so youâd chosen to gift yourself a four day vacancy on a 5 star beach hotel.
you were enjoying the feeling of the sun tanning your skin, the company of a good book and the cold comforting feeling of a margarita going down your throat when you crashed against something solid, your liquor splashing itself down your chest, making your exposed âcladed in bikiniâ skin sticky.
but that wasnât the worst of the situation. it was who youâd crashed against.
âyou must be fucking kidding meâŠâ you muttered to yourself. what the hell was he doing here?
he seemed as surprised and pleased to see you as you were to see him. your name fell from his lips in a breath.
âfuck.â you swore, trying to get the drink out of your skin. âthere goes my fucking drink.â you sighed.
ânice to see you too.â he scoffed, trying to not look down at your exposed body.
you rolled your eyes. âwhat the hell are you doing here, reid? came to make my life a misery even on vacancy?â
âyou wish. iâm actually here for my vacancy as well. just my luck to bump into you.â he explained, seeming as uncomfortable for having shared traveling destination with you as you were.
you sighed. âlook. you donât like me, i donât like you. so letâs just⊠pretend we donât know each other, hm?â you offered. âjust want a couple of days away from everything i know.â
he nodded. âyeah, okay.â and just as he accepted, someone else came to find you.
âhey⊠is everything alright?â your eyes met matt, a guy youâd met on the pool of the hotel. spencer frowned at the unknown face, by the way he talked to you and touched your shoulder he seemed close. maybe a fling?
âyeah, sorry to keep you waiting, just⊠my drink.â you smiled at him, and something about it made spencerâs stomach churn. heâd never seen you smile. well, youâd never smiled at him like that. but he should understand that. your relationship wasnât the best.
âoh. donât worry, iâll get you another one, hm?â he said, and you nodded. âyou two know each other?â he inquired, and just as spencer was about to explain that you worked together you stepped in and shook your head.
âno. iâve never seen him before.â the man nodded, and you took his hand. âletâs go.â
spencer watched you walk away with matt, his irritation growing stronger. he clenched his jaw so hard it aches, trying to compose himself. he couldn't understand why he was feeling this way, but he knew he had to get a hold of his emotions.
deep down, something screamed at him something that he already knew, but he dismissed it as simple hatred for your presence on his well needed vacation.
it seemed to be that his holiday wasnât off to a great start.
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he should be able to look away. but he couldnât.
the hotel club was pretty full, but once spencer spotted you dancing with matt on the dance floor he couldnât take his eyes away from you. he couldnât help the sourness washing over him, his heart tightening at the sight of someone else making you laugh. his hazel eyes follow your every move, his attention completely focused on you. he tries to think of quantum theories, trying to lighten up his mood but it doesnât help.
over the last few weeks heâd tried to stop thinking about that night with lila. heâd never thought that the sight of a gun pointing to your head would scared him so badly, but it had terrified him.
his head had flown towards you. there was no more lila. just you. he could still remember your pissed off face when the unsub had caught you. if only you knew the truthâŠ
he watched as matt put his hands on your hips, and with a thick gulp, faced the bar, ordering a strong drink in an attempt to drown out his thoughts.
spencer can't help but watch you and Matt from his seat at the bar. he can see you drinking heavily, downing drink after drink as you dance your mind away. he worries about the amount of alcohol running through your veins, and in the back of his mind he tries to ignore the fact that this man could possibly be a killer.
although his worries disappear when matt gets a call.
he seems worried, and with a quick chat he leaves you. you seem disappointed, and made your way out of the club.
âŠ
next time he sees you, itâs when heâs going back to his room. youâre in the pool, fully dressed, floating and looking at the starry sky. you look like a painting, and he doesnât realize he had been staring until you notice him.
âreiiiiidâ you sung out his name. âwhat are you doing here?â you giggled, looking at him through hooded eyes.
âi should be asking that question. are you drunk?â he inquired. he looked good. with a white sheer shirt âwhich sleeves were rolled up his armsâ, short linen cream pants and a pair of brown shoes. his hair fell on soft curls around his face. you wondered if theyâd feel as silky as your mind made you believe.
âmaybe⊠why?â you turned around, water spilling down your chest.
âyou know how easy it is to drown while intoxicated?â he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. âalcohol increases the risk of drowning by impairing judgement, reducing coordination, and delaying reaction time.â
âyeah, yeah⊠always the same genius, huh? you donât know how to have fun!â you exclaimed, rolling your eyes.
âi know how to have fun.â he retorted, a soft frown tugging from his perfect brows. something inside you tugged in the need to smooth it out with your fingertips.
you hummed, ignoring his words. âget in.â
âwhat?â he incredulously spat.
âthe water feels amazing, spencer, grab a suit and get in.â you repeated, and he shook his head, his tone changing.
âiâm not gonna grab a suit or get in.â
âbut why? weâre on vacation! isnât that what people on vacation are supposed to do?â
âyeah well iâd prefer it if you didnât die, not want gideon or hotch coming down on me for it .â he muttered, to what you once again were rolled your eyes. âcan you get out of the pool? please?â
you groaned. âfineâŠâ
you got under the water once again, swimming your way towards the edge of the pool and the profiler, who expectantly waited for you.
âcan you at least help me get out?â you asked, offering him your hand, he sighed, slightly scrouching down to take your hand, struggling when you didnât seem to be helping him to get out of the pool, rather, you seemed to be pulling from him.
âwhat are youâŠ?âhe tried, but before he knew it, the cold water was engulfing him, soaking his clothes and body.
once his head breached the edge of the water he heard your laughter, his honey hair all over his face as he pushed it back with his hands.
âha, ha. very funny. laugh it up, y/n.â
âoh my god, you should have seen your face!!â you chuckled, hugging your stomach due to how hard you were laughing.
âgod, i would drown youâŠâ he sent you daggers with his eyes, muttering under his breath curses as he looked at his state.
âwoah spence, thatâs a weird kink youâve got. thought about talking it with a therapist?â you mocked him, using his own words to stab him.
he let out a single dry chuckle âyouâre real funny tonight, huh?â
âi always am funny, youâre just too stuck up to notice.â you shrugged your shoulders, nearing him. your eyes on his exposed chest, now that the sheer shirt had almost become invisible due to the water. youâd never expected him to look like that⊠his chest was formed, with great wide muscular shoulders and defined absâŠ
âstuck up?â he scoffed.
âyou donât relax. ever.â you nodded. âyou never enjoy yourself.â you looked up at him as you stood on the pool. suddenly, he seemed so tallâŠ
âyeah?â he inquired, his eyes on yours, his muscles tensing when your hands fell on his shoulders.
âyeahâŠâyou bit down on your bottom lip. âjust look at you, so worried i might drown. youâre so cute.â
spencer is caught off guard by your sudden comment, his expression softening for a moment. he feels a flutter in his stomach, but he quickly tries to push it aside.
"excuse me? what did you just say?"
he can't help but be taken aback by your sudden flirtatiousness, his heart rate picking up slightly as he processes your words.
âi said⊠that youâre cute spencer. didnât know you cared so much about me.â you chuckled, your arms surrounding his neck.
his eyes widen, feeling a mixture of surprise and something else he can't quite identify. he can feel your body press against his, and his mind starts to race with conflicting emotions.
youâre warm. so warm⊠and your skin is soft.
his heart is pounding as he stares at you, his mind struggling to process what's happening. After a few moments of silence, he finally speaks.
"of course I care... i wouldnât want anything bad happening to you."
âyouâre just worried about hotch and gideon being pissed if i died.â you tease and spencer can't help but chuckle at your comment, shaking his head slightly. he's surprised by how playful you're being in this situation, but at the same time he feels a warmth spreading through his chest as he hears your words.
"yeah, I have a feeling they wouldn't be thrilled if I had let anything happen to you." he says softly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
âhmm, your smileâ you hum, looking at it.
he frowns, his lips tightening in a thin line.
"i didn't realize my smile was such a big deal," he says, a hint of a blush creeping up his cheeks.
âno, itâs just⊠iâve never seen it before.â you mutter.
âi guess i donât smile ever so often.â
âno. you donât. youâre usually all frowns around me.â you chuckle.
âyou and your awesome personality donât help me smile.â you scoff.
âwell itâs prettyâŠ, your smile i mean.â
âyouâre drunk.â he answers and you roll your eyes.
âi am. but i know a pretty boy when i see one, reid.â
spencer feels a heat rising to his cheeks as he hears your compliment. he's caught off guard by how casually you said it, like it's a simple fact. like statistics, like victimology. and it strikes him.
"you think I'm pretty?" he asks, his voice slightly teasing as he quirks an eyebrow.
you hum, pulling him closer and down into the now warm water.
âwhat are you doing?â he asks, frowning. confused. everything is confusing him.
ânothingâŠâyour fingers dug on his wet locks, brushing them away from his face, his puppy hazel eyes digging into yours.
âyouâre definitely doing something.â he whispered, trying his best to not let show the shiver that went down his spine when your nails scratched his nape.
âwant me to stop?â you breathed out, almost choking when his hands held you by your waist, his fingers digging on your hips.
no.
spencer's heart races as he hears your question. he knows he should say yes, that he should step away and put some distance between you.
but instead he find himself leaning into your touch, his eyes locked onto yours. he feels like heâs the intoxicated one. like heâs drunk off of his mind. âcause somehow, this close distance with you doesnât feel bad. quite the opposite. he likes it. and that scared him to death.
his voice a low, husky murmur. âwe should get you to bed.â he advised, to what you smiled, falling into his chest.
âiâm not tired.â you breathed onto his neck, making his skin grow on goosebumps.
âgod youâre absolutely gone, arenât you? youâre gonna hate me so bad tomorrowâŠâ
âprobablyâŠâ you snickered.
you stare up at him, one of your hands on his chest as his hazel eyes shifting from your eyes to your lips. you bit down on your bottom one the moment your own eyes fell to his mouth, the image of lila kissing him weeks ago replaying in your mind. you wondered how it would feel like, how his lips would feel like, would they be soft? would they feel as plush as they look? how would he kiss you? would he be sweet? would he be rough and mean?
the two of you seemed to near the other, got closer, like two magnets being pulled to each other.
your breaths mingled, and his hold on your waist tightened. âwe shouldnât.â he muttered, his eyes slightly fluttering at the scratching on his scalp.
âwhy?â you inquired, tilting your head to the side to get closer. he seemed to be fighting with himself. internally. to push you away? to not devour you?
but deep inside, spencer knew the truth. he knew the reason for his hatred towards you. the murdering need to keep away from you, when all his body begged for was to keep you close. he wasnât ready to accept it yet, though. he wasnât ready to let himself know that he wanted you. and so he denied himself of the pleasure that would be holding you closer.
ââcause you hate me, and youâre drunk. you probably wonât remember a thing tomorrow.â he explained. always the gentlemanâŠ
âdoes that mean you would kiss if i werenât drunk?â you inquired him, catching the moment his breath hitched. his mouth fell open, unable to form words, and you smiled. devilishly. he should have seen it coming, but he was so entranced that by the time he had caught on you were already drowning him.
âgot you!â you laughed, seeing the pissed of expression he sent you. he was seething. âgod reid, didnât know you had the hots for me!â you teasingly pinched him to what he groaned, taking you by your hips and getting you on his shoulder as if you weighted nothing, making you shriek as he walked towards the stairs out of the pool. he was gonna carry you to your room if he needed to.
âyouâre getting in bed, now.â he spat, to what you couldnât help but tease him one more time with aâŠ
âin yours?â
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âfuck! come on!â you cursed as the door locked you out once again. âitâs not fucking working!â youâve been trying to get into your room for the last 5 minutes. it wasnât working.
âhere, let me try.â spencer offered you his hand, and you handed him your card, only for his try to be negated again. âthere must be some kind of problem with the key.â
âiâll guess iâll have to go to reception and get it fixed.â you slurred, taking the key.
âthatâs not gonna happen. itâs closed.â spencer sighed, to what you frowned.
âclosed? why?â
âsome technical problems with the computers, didnât you see the sign this afternoon after lunch?â you groaned.
âand what am i supposed to do now? sleep on the corridor?â silence filled the space you two
share, until spencerâs lips parted.
âyou could stay in my room.â he said. âi mean itâs only a few doors down. tomorrow morning you could get your key fixed. and i could lend you some clothes to change to, since you know, yours are soakedâŠâ he started to ramble.
âshare room with you? thought you would rather die.â he rolled his eyes.
âi mean itâs not exactly my dream, but i canât leave you here all alone.â you cooed.
âwhat a gentleman. who knew youâd have it in you, huh?â he scoffed.
âiâm not doing it for you, iâm doing it for
gideon.â you hummed, watching him take out his key and start walking towards his door, guiding you and opening it for you.
his room was the same as yours; small, one bed, one bathroom. you hadnât thought about the fact that you would have to share a bed with him. you smirked, wanting to tease him further. get on his nerves.
âyou sure itâs not cause you want me in your bed, reid?â you laughed, and he looked at you.
âyou get drunk and your IQ lowers, huh?â he retorted, grabbing a pair of new and untouched boxers, shorts and a shirt for you to change onto.
âiâm smarter than you.â you scoffed, legs wobbly.
he hummed, giving you the clothes. âhere. change into this, iâll put your wet clothes out to
dry so tomorrow- woah! what are you doing?!â he quickly covered his eyes, looking away as you started to pull from your tank top, getting rid of it. you looked at him as if he were dumb.
âchanging?â he heard you unbuckling your shorts.
âwell, thereâs the bathroom for that!â he panicked, his cheeks warming up when he caught a glance at the exposed skin of your stomach and cleavage.
âyou think i can make it there without falling? you have high hopes for me.â you slurred, laughing.
âgod.â he quickly got a change of clothes and left for the restroom, his cheeks crimson red and his breathing heavy. it was easy to hate you, easier than actually thinking about what you really got out of him. how close you two stood in the pool, the look in your eyes, your teasing, your undressing⊠âget a hold of yourself, reid.â
remember. sheâs a pain in the ass. she drives you crazy.
she drives you crazy, she drives you crazy, she drives you crazyâŠ
once changed in his pajamas, he came out, finding you already changed and sitting on his bed.
âi already put the clothes to dry.â you muttered and he nodded.
he silently stared at you, at your still damp hair, clear skin, beautiful eyes⊠at your body clad in his clothes, at how big his white button shirt was on you, how it reached your thighs, howâŠ
âarenât you gonna get in?â you ask him, snapping him out of his mind. it wasnât as if he was engraving the image into his eidetic memoryâŠ
âoh, yeah.â he quickly moved, surrounding the bed to get on the other side as you ruffled with the sheets, covering your exposed legs.
the two of you laid there in complete silence. he had his hands on his stomach. he laid like a mummy, what made you chuckle.
âwell this is absolutely not awkward.â you muttered and he sighed.
âwell excuse me for not being thrilled for having you in my bed.â you chuckled. âyouâre not exactly my dream roommate.â
âyou wish i were.â you retorted and he scoffed.
âoh yeah, totally. you caught me.â he sarcastically said and you laughed. âanyways, shouldnât you be sleeping? by the time of alcohol youâve ingested you should be passed out cold.â
âyou underestimate me, reid.â
âiâve noticedâŠâ he muttered.
âiâll let you sleep now, i know geniuses need their sleep hours to function properly. or at least men, but even with that they seem to
not really achieve it.â he chuckled.
âthanks?â
âyouâre welcome, agent.â
âitâs doctor.â he corrected and you rolled your eyes, moving onto your side to give him your back.
âwhatever. later.â you said your good nights and he hummed, moving just like you and closing his eyes.
ten minutes later the two of you were passed out.
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itâs the next morning and your head is pounding as you wake up. reid is already up, reading on the roomâs desk. of course. very of him.
memories or last night fill your mind and you curse. what the hell were you thinking? maybe you werenât. you were drunk. that had to be it.
âwell if it isnât the sleeping beast.â he says and you groan, taking your temples.
âisnât it supposed to be the sleeping beauty?â you inquire.
âi said what i said.â you roll your eyes. of course. ânice hangover right?â
âyeah and your voice surely doesnât make it any better.â he chuckles, his eyes still on the pages.
âyour clothes are dry, left them on the bed.â he announced, and thatâs when you see them. you took them, muttering a âthanksâ before going to the bathroom and change in between curses and groans that only seemed to amuse more the genius on the other part of the room.
ânot funny!â you tell when you can practically hear his smile.
âit actually is. funnier than actually seeing you drown yesterday.â you roll your eyes, opening the door of his room to leave. he quickly stands, following you. âwhere are you going?â
you groan, your head hurting so bad it was almost like a migraine.
âwhy do you care?â
âwell actually, hotch called and he told me toâŠâ his words died in his mouth when the two of you came face to face with police officers.
ây/n y/l/n?â one of them inquired and you nodded, frowning when one of them harshly manhandled you and pushed you against the wall.
âhey! what the fuck? what are you doing?!â you tried to fought, but he was handcuffing you as the other agent recited your rights.
âyouâre under custody for the murder of matthew jackson.â
âreid?â i looked at him with panic in my eyes. he was in shock.
âno, you must have it wrong. weâre fbi agents.â he tried to stop them but they were taking you away.
âyeah, and iâm mary poppins.â the agent scoffed.
âreid!â i yelled for him as they pulled you away.
âiâll talk to hotch! iâll find you!â he promised, and you only hoped he would keep it.
âŠ
âiâm not talking until my teams gets here. deal with it.â
âweâve already called them, they are on their way.âthe officer disregarded your comment.
âonly part of the body was found. now tell me.â the interrogator stared you down. âwhereâs. the. head.â you groaned.
âoh, i donât know! i must have dropped it on my way here, come on!â you sarcastically said. he slammed his hands on the table to which you were cuffed up.
âwhereâs the head!?â
you slammed your hands back. âif you donât shut up your head will be rolling next!!â you yelled back. you were irritated. your head was pounding, and now you were cuffed being interrogated for a crime you had not committed first thing in the morning! you hadnât even had your coffee for gods sake. he gave you a glare. âlook. i didnât do shit. iâm not the killer.â
âwe found the body in your room.â
âi wasnât in my room yesterday. i left it at 6pm and spent the night out.â
âlies!â
âactually, itâs the truth.â your eyes met those hazel ones as spencer made his way into the interrogation room, being followed by hotch.
âdoctor reid and agent hotchner. fbi.â they showed their badges. âyouâre interrogating one of the members of my team about a crime she has no matter in.â you sighed in relief when you saw them, spencer making quick work of taking off his suitâs jacket to give it to you, since your tank top exposed you.
something about it made you feel calmer, safer. also surprised you. he wasnât kind to you, at least not if that meant nothing in return. maybe last night events had changed something.
âif she doesnât have an alibi iâm on the right to keep her here as long as i see fit.â the officer challenged the brunette man.
âshe has an alibi. i can prove she wasnât in his room on the time of the death.â reid said and the officer looked at him.
âoh yeah?â
âyeah. i can, because she spent the night with meâŠin my room.â
silence fell into the room, and you coughed, clearing your throat.
ânow. will you release my agent?â hotch recomposed himself and the officer sighed shaking his head and taking the keys to your handcuffs out.
once released you got up from your seat, putting on spencerâs jacket to cover your semi-exposed chest. your holiday clothes were not the best to work on the field, even less to get arrested on.
âyou okay?â hotch checked up on you, and you nodded, massaging your temple.
âyeah, besides the fact that if had you hadnât shown up now we would have had a second caseâŠâ you joked, making him chuckle as you three get out of the interrogation room, meeting with the rest of the team.
derek whistles when he sees you. âwell if it isnât the hottest serial killer in the USA!â you flip him the bird. ânice to see you too sweetheart.â
âhere.â jj handed you pain killers and a bottle
or water, what made you almost cry in relief.
âoh thank god, my head is about to split open.â you said while taking them, making quick work of swallowing a pair.
âagent hotchner, thank you for coming.â one of the detectives of the police station suddenly approached you and your group. âand these must be agent morgan, gideon, prentiss, jareau and doctor reid.â he offered them a handshake. âdoctor reid, not agent. agent y/n was very specific about that when she asked for all of you.â spencer frowned, tilting his head with a confused but amused smile as he shook his hand. you rolled your eyes when his attention shifted towards you, seeing his eyebrows raise. âsorry for my agentsâs actions. you know⊠protocol.â
âwe understand it, sir. what can you tell us about the case?â
â âdoctor reid?â â he teased you, leaning onto you and you pushed him away.
âwhatever reid, donât think this means i like you. âcause i donât.â he hummed, that fucking smirk still plastered on his face.
âwe share bed one night and youâre already falling for me, y/n?â i scoff.
âyou wish, reid. now wipe that smirk out of your face before i rip it off.â he chuckled.
âyou sure you donât wanna rip my head off instead?â he jokes and you give him a dirty look. âwhat? itâs funny.â
âexcuse me?â all of you turn at the sound of an unknown voice. itâs a post man, holding a box in between his hands. âpackage for y/n y/l/n?â you frown. the whole team seemed to frown. how could somebody know you would be here?
âuhm yes, thatâs me.â you stepped forward, and the post man nodded, taking out a digital pad.
âneed you to sign this.â you nodded, approaching him, taking the box. it was heavy, âfragileâ printed on its sides. âa letter came with it.â he explained giving you the envelop as well. he took off just as fast as he got what he wanted, leaving you with it.
âwhat is it?â emily inquired and you shrugged, leaving it on a table of the office.
âno idea.â you answer while cutting the tape open. your heart falls to your stomach when you uncover what hid behind the cardboard. âoh godâŠâ dead well known eyes stare right into your soul, a note written in blood calls your name. âitâs mattâŠâ you feel like getting sick.
you step away and the team takes a look. âwell, now we know where the head isâŠâ morgan said, and jj gives him that look.
âyeah, seems like we have and admirer tooâŠâ gideon pointed out as spencer put on a pair of gloves and took the note. he recognized the victim as the boy youâd met at the hotel.
ââloosing my head for you.ââ he read out loud. âseems like it was written in blood too.â
âthereâs also a cassette, guys.â emily points out, taking it out of the box, careful to not go near the bloody head. thereâs a sticker on it, black ink that begs a âplay meâ. hotch takes it off the hand of the brunette and pulses the play button.
a distorted voice fills your ears. âi know⊠i know⊠you might donât like this side about me, y/n. but i couldnât stand still while that creep took glances at what belongs to me! youâve gotta understand! i love you. i just want the best for you. to protect youâŠâ his voice although unrecognizable seemed soft, as if a lover tried to make his other half understand the why behind this actions. âif you donât believe me, take a look inside the letter that came with the box. see you soon, love.â
your eyes fell on the letter, your hands following suit, ripping it open, pictures falling from its inside and spreading themselves on top of the desk. it were pictures of you, in your bikini, in your room, changing clothes⊠you took them in between your fingers.
âhe was stalking you?â emily inquired.
âseems like it.â morgan chirped in. âwait. is that spencer?â he stopped you, and you frowned, taking the picture. it was a photo of the two of you, him carrying you on his shoulder across the pool court and towards your room.
âthereâs something written on the backâŠâ you mutter, turning it around, ink scattered along the white. âWHOâS HE?â
âseems like the holidays are over.â hotch said, and you sighed.
definitely over.
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BROKEN EXPECTATIONS, NEW ASPIRATIONS (I/III)
âŁââ Ë đ. ⧠yandere! batfam + dc heroes x yandere! alien! reader (ft. ocs of mine, and other dc characters)
synopsis: you werenât as innocent and benevolent as they thought you were, but that just makes things all the more exciting
tw/cw: dddne, reader is yan (platonic for this part, romantic for future parts(diff people). yandere themes, general violence, torture, sadist reader, incest (one-sided/not reader n itâs a brief mention so itâs not a main part of the story oh god-). reader is half based on jingliu/jingyuan from honkai star rail + laezel from bg3 worldbuilding. and thereâs also a bit of malenia/miquella inspirations. reader has a background. readerâs alieness is explored/talked about. op! reader. wish fulfillment.
in short this was an oc insert of mine that i reconfigured for you guys to read. not your thing? scroll past thenks.
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YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THE KINDEST, MOST LOVING PERSON THE BAT-FAMILY EVER KNEW. You were so gracious with your benevolence that each and every vigilante took it upon themselves to take care of you at all moments lest you fall into unsafe situations or the hands of people who would ruthlessly take advantage of you.
Eventually, they forgot the fact that you were the sibling of the notoriously violent DAYBREAK, a vigilante that could be easily called a villain or terrorist instead if it werenât for his close affiliation and friendship with the old Teen Titans crew when he was younger. He helped once in a while, but only if it meant he had free rein to cause carnage.
âThis is useless, they wonât fess up.â Jason grunted as he fumbled around with his weapons, all broken after the battle just moments prior. Aliens and their abilities always made him feel so small in the grand scheme of things, and especially when they completely obliterated his entire arsenal.
Tim groaned, his back ached from the amount of times he was flung away towards whatever wall or ally the enemy wanted him to go to. He was used to being man-handled and even enjoyed that once in a while, but not in that way. âArenât they one of your kind? Cant you like⊠I donât knowâŠâ
Your brother huffed, a pout on his pretty features. Quite similar to yours. Yet, he doesnât spare the rest a glance. His eyes were trained solely on a restraining spell he managed to conjure as a last ditch attempt to stop the fight before it got . . . irreversible. Usually heâd just disintegrate whatever or whoever even looked at him wrong but even this titan-like intruder was proving to be a pain in the ass. âI canât believe you, doesnât mean weâre the same kind or whatever that means thatââ
âHeâll be lucky to be even considered as one of us, filthy ââ The massive form spoke. Its metal like body clanging as it struggled in the spellâs area of effect. A soldier from your home planet, not as well trained as your brother â but he was brimming with aetherial ardor. A sort of magic source your people used.
âOkay, thatâs it.â [Brotherâs Name] groaned, summoning the last piece of his strength to open up a terminal. âHey mooncake, need ya to do something for me.â
âNo, we arenât letting [Y/N] anywhere near this one. They could get seriously hurt. We were barely even able toââ Dick held him by the shoulder, only to get burned by your brotherâs leaking ardorial energy.
âRelax. Besides Iâm not in your team. I donât have to follow orders from you.â
âDaybrââ Rachel, her cape almost completely burnt and tattered opened her mouth to admonish him.
But the sound of your sweet voice (more like hoarse, and half awake) silenced them all, âWhat do you need help with this time?â
â[L/N] donât listen, go back to sleep, beloved.â Damian moved in from behind, learning from Dickâs mistake and instead using his blade to warn [Brotherâs Name].
But if anything, that made the man more excited to annoy the âdemonspawnâ.
âOh, mooncake you canât believe who I stumbled upon today! Smile for the camera why donât you?â
[Brotherâs Name] flipped the terminal to show your face.
âYouâre . . . General [Y/ââ
And then flipped it back, showing his injured body. âHe hurt me real bad. Look.â
Your face does not move nor your voice waver,
âCome back to the base.â
âNo.â Black Canary, Dinah, slammed her hands on the table. She couldnât believe this. It was already bad that they allowed you to be involved in their line of work, now they were letting you come face to face with a being that almost wiped an entire team of experience fighters? What were they thinking?
âThat . . . thing is dangerous. We cannot allow this to continue!â Arthur concurred. He saw the state of your brother. A civilian like you had no business with something so dangerous.
âUnfortunately I have to say no to your refusal as well.â You calmly responded, âThis situation is under the jurisdiction of the Fleet. It is only right that Daybreak and I deal with it.â
âFather you canât possibly allow them.â Damian gripped your shoulder as he pleaded with Bruce. He had known you the longest next to Tim. You were barely able to hold your own as a normal student. Not that he was looking down on you, but if you couldnât even fight for yourself in conversation, how could he let you be around that monster?
Bruce closed his eyes in deep contemplation. He studied your kind comprehensively. He did so for every vigilante and villain alike (Contingencies were his specialty) From how your magic system worked, to how society and customs were like. A lot of his knowledge came from Clark, who had also done his fair share of investigative work into your background.
He of all people in this line of work knew how dangerous you and [Brotherâs Name] can be. He had done his calculations based off of what Daybreak could do. But curiosity drove him further.
âFine.â
âFather!â
âBut the whole league will be watching you, alongside the Young Justice and Teen Titans.â
âSheesh, overkill much?â Daybreak, now plain [Brotherâs Name] in a bunch of casts, piped up.
You nodded, quite honestly just aching to get out from this stuffy room already. âThat is fine.â
Before you left, you head swiveled to take one last look at your sibling, building up whatever emotions you needed to see the job through, âGet some rest, brother.â
âAre you kidding? I gotta watch this.â Your brother laughed in earnest, almost-too-wholesome-for-him manner. You managed to understand why as his eyes scanned the people in the room.
He wanted to see them react to your true nature.
Your form finally disappeared from his sight as his eyes finally settled on another image of you glued atop a folder. âWhat are those?â He pouts to gesture at the objects, too injured to move his limbs.
âFiles on [Y/N] and the being.â Bruce answered, opening up the screens for the cameras to the interrogation room.
[Brotherâs Name] knows youâd give him a sermon for using his powers while he was already banged up but he had no choice. His arms were too broken to open up the folder after all. âYou guys work quick.â He commented as the papers levitated and flipped through itself.
His eyes scanned the typewritten document swiftly, smile growing by the moment, âPffft â kind hearted soul? Who wrote this?â
âIt was compiled by me, but our sources vary from vigilante to civilians.â Clark mumbled. As one of the only other aliens, and people who could feel aetherial arbor. He felt your presence, your anger leaking earlier. It was heavy, as if the world was suddenly placed upon his shoulders. Yet he felt no fear for his own safety, only yours.
The gigantic door before you slid open revealing the enemy the vigilantes struggled to subdue earlier.
The soldier stood upright, sensing your presence. The rumors were true it would seem. Many wouldnât be able to spot it, a testament to whatever you did to conceal your prowess, but they immediately recognized the magnitude of your ardor practically oozing around you.
He was expecting your anger. He knew of your protective nature towards your brother.
âMy apologies.â But you didnât. Instead you began nursing their injuries, repairing their armor, and even initiating casual conversation. âIt must have been a long journey. I canât help but resent whoever sent you here.â
âYour Excellency! I came of my own volition.â
âOh? But judging from your armor you must be one of the knights.â
âYes, 512th Squadron of the Imperial Army.â
âOf course, my eldest brotherâs . . . â Your fought to keep your hands from clenching. A gentle smile on your features remained unshaken even by the sudden revelation.
âY-yes, your Excellency. It took many jumps for me to get here on my own.â
âAlone? What did you wish to come here for?â
âI-I wished to meet you but those Earthlings wouldnât let me.â
âMm. And so you fought them. As is right for one of our kind.â You brought out a handkerchief and wiped down your hands after finishing the task at hand. Then you took a seat in front of them.
âYou understand! Of course.â
âActually I came here to bid you to return. The Emperor misses you dearly and wishes to see you.â
âDo you know why he does?â
âN-no?â
You looked down. Voice soft, relaxed shoulders, a solemn tone, and a tremble to add on top. âMy brother. He wishes to have a child with me. To use my powers in the form of a future heir to the throne.â
âI am not quite ready to have a child yet.â Nor were you interested with being a babymaker for that tyrant. But that wasnât an appropriate excuse in the grand scheme of things.
âI understand! Your Excellency is quite young and even then, you have saved countless of lives. You deserve only to do as wish and nothing less.â The soldier slammed the floor in front of it. âBesides, his Majesty had already taken so many concubines Iâm sure an heir wouldnât be needed anytime soon.â
You nodded. A moment or two of silence for your mind to recollect everything that has been said before you execute what you came here for in the first place. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. âHow incompetent must the new Imperial General be at the moment?â
âPardon?â
âInformation is the most valuable asset to any sort of battle. As a general I kept a tight leash on it. Lest it spilled and caused unnecessary ruckus.â My knights were drilled, put through fire and blood, wiped clean before they were thrown back into hell again. And most importantly they were taught to sew their mouth shut or die. You, you just spilled everything I needed to know the moment I showed that I cared.â
âYour Excellency, I ââ
âI was only going to punish you for trespassing. A measly act of destroying your Aetherial Helix.â âBut in all honesty, I might be doing that brother Emperor of mine a favor by going . . . further.â
âN-no, you wouldnât, youâreâ!â The soldier was about to defend you even in its dying moments. But as it truly recounted all that has been told about you from its peers and seniors, it realizes one truly fatal fact.
You were never known for benevolence.
âPlease! I did this all for you! I only wanted you back as my General!â
âLet this be a lesson.â
âNo, please ! I- I - I beg of youââ
You looked up to the ceiling, beyond it â the stars and the infinite darkness you once called your home.
âAnd so Iâll continue to wield your blade, until I cut the stars from sky. I will protect you even from the gods I serve.â
You chant. The blood on your hands once again becoming too visible and distracting.
âThank you for your service, soldier.â You deeply bow your head to the disintegrating corpse beneath you. Allowing the fallen's drained life essence to cover your forehead. [Brother Name] smiles. To others it may seem to have been a sign of respect â but to your kind, you were simply absorbing the spoils of battle. Taking in the dead and disgraced's remaining imprint on this world.
âMy deepest apologies for the mess and time it took. The matter has been dealt with.â You returned. The blood, having dripped down your face, had dried and turned dark.
âI hope this has not soured your view on me.â
âNot at all . . .â Tim was the first to speak at your return. His fingers unconsciously replaying the footage of your . . . execution. Millions of questions already shot across his head as he was eager to probe you on them one way or another.
If anything it only made their obsession with you worse.
âLet me be your sinner, brother. This oath I shall never forsake.â
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Just Friends: Confession
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: Bucky Barnes
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Summary:Â you can't get away from your fallout with Bucky.
Itâs giving
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Iâm happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging â€ïž
You continue past the cars and down the vacant road. The edges are trimmed with gravel and faded grass. You refuse to look back as you hug your pie, the tine of butter safely nestled in your purse. You canât believe this. Not just him, but yourself.Â
You are so mad. You donât yell. You donât do this. Yet here you are marching off impulsively to who knows where.Â
You hear tires and a whirring engine. You might be able to hitchhike, though you think that went out of style in the 70s. Also, is it preferable to Bucky?Â
âDreamy,â Bucky slows, an arm hooked through the open driverâs window, âstop. Please, get it. Iâll take you home.âÂ
âNo,â you snap.Â
âCome on. You know you wonât make it that far. We can talk--âÂ
âI told you, Iâm done talking,â you try futilely to outpace the tires. âGo away.âÂ
âYou know I canât do that,â he sighs. âItâs cold and itâs only going to get colder. And that dress isnât going to do much for you--âÂ
âStop telling me what to do!â You sneer. âAlright? Just leave me alone.âÂ
âThis is stupid,â he says.Â
âThen Iâm stupid. Iâm good with that,â you roll your eyes.Â
âYou know thatâs not what I mean. Itâs dangerous. Youâre going to get lost--âÂ
âI wish you would,â you huff.Â
âAlright,â he veers towards you and blocks you with the front of his car, stopping at an angle so you have no other choice but to hop into a ditch to get away. You just stand there, glaring as he gets out. âLook, Iâm sorry. I didnât know you were so upset about the date. I just... I shouldâve tried, youâre right. And I was a butt.âÂ
He shakes his head and looks away, hands on his hips, âbut I didnât. And I couldnât make myself do that.âÂ
âOh, so you were deliberately horrible?â You accuse.Â
âNo, but yes,â he looks at you with a furrow in his forehead. He takes a deep breath and gulps. He pushes his shoulders up and tilts his head. âDreamy, can we talk in the car? Please?âÂ
âSay whatever you need to say,â you growl.Â
His cheeks dimple as he frowns, âwhy are you being so damn stubborn?âÂ
âStupid, stubborn, why am I even your friend?âÂ
âI didnât say--âÂ
âYou did--âÂ
âBut I didnât mean--âÂ
âWell, itâs true.â You retort.Â
âDreamy, goddamnit, just listen,â he grits out, âalright? Iâm tryna say something to you.â You flinch as he steps closer and puts his hands on your shoulders. You tense but donât pull away. âI... I donât know how to tell you. I wanted to beforeâJesus, even now I canât get it fucking out.âÂ
Youâre taken aback by his frustration and his profanity. His eyes gleam intensely as he squeezes your shoulders tighter. He searches your face as his dark lashes flutter.Â
âDreamy...â he murmurs.Â
You have no time to react. Heâs leaning in and then youâre smothered by him. His beard tickles and scratches against you as his tongue flicks between your lips. You squeak and drop the pie. You push against his chest in shock and rip your mouth away.Â
âBucky!?â You exclaim. âWhy--âÂ
âDreamy,â he rasps, his face pale with shock and disappointment. âIâm in love with you--âÂ
âNo! No, youâre not,â you shove on his chest as he tries to lean in again. âBecause weâre friends. You love me like a friend--âÂ
âNo, dreamy,â he grabs your wrists. âNot like that.âÂ
âNo, Bucky, please, I just wanted a friend,â you pout.Â
He winces, âbut you got more. Isnât that good?âÂ
Your heart races. You stare up at him. You never thought of him like that. Never even considered it. Youâre poor, youâre insecure, youâre lost, you canât do a relationship. Youâre not looking for that. Not yet.Â
âBucky,â you give a pained grimace, âIâm flattered but I think weâre in very different places in our lives--âÂ
âNo, donât give me that cliche bullshit,â he hisses, keeping hold of your wrists. âDreamy, tell me you ever felt this way with anyone else.âÂ
âYouâre my friend,â you repeat.Â
âNo, no,â he snarls, âno. I see it. The way you smile at me, the way your eyes shine, when you grab onto my arm or my hand--âÂ
âBucky...â you breathe.Â
âDonât lie to me. Donât run away,â he jerks you by your wrists as you try to untangle them. âI waited over a century to find the perfect girl, Dreamy. Itâs you--âÂ
âYouâre hurting me,â you step into the pie as you struggle with him. âPlease, let me go--âÂ
âNo, I canât,â he growls, âI wonât let you go, Dreamy.âÂ
He yanks you towards the car and you squeal, âstop! Please! What are you doing?âÂ
âWhatâs good for you,â he drags you around to the trunk, his hand still on one of your wrists as he releases the other to open the lid. âI canât let you walk home and Iâm not going to let you get away from me. Iâm running outta time, doll.âÂ
âNo, no,â you gnash your teeth as you kick with your legs. He swings you around easily and flips you over the edge of the trunk. He rolls you inside as you flail and he snaps the lid shut.Â
The car dips at the back as he leans on the outside, âIâm sorry it has to be this way, Dreamy. You just donât know whatâs good for you. Itâs why you need me around.â Â
He taps on the outside then his steps crunch through the gravel. You whine and wail, hitting the trunk with your feet and hands. The front door opens and shuts and the engine hums back to life. You roll against the back as he reverses and twists the car around.Â
âBuckyyyyy!â You screech.Â
You donât know if can hear you or not. You donât think it matters. You can hardly think as disbelief muddles with your fear. How can he do this? You could never expect this. Heâs Bucky, heâs a hero, heâs your friend. So why are you in the trunk of his car?Â
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i think âBigâ Jack Horner is Disney, and hereâs why
many of us have had the pleasure of seeing the incredible Puss in Boots: The Last Wish by now, and were blown away by its clever writing, enchanting animation and emotional character arcs. yet there is one character who booted the trend of having a reason for his behaviour, and outright refused to experience any growth whatsoever.
letâs talk about âBigâ Jack Horner, and why i think heâs supposed to represent Disney:
âBigâ Jack Horner isnât just an antagonist in The Last Wish - heâs a villain. a self-obsessed, exploitative, murderous, petty, cruel bastard of a man whose awful behaviour isnât just motivated by personal slights or childhood trauma: he sincerely enjoys hurting other people. whether itâs cheating his goons (âThe Serpent Sistersâ) out of a fair payment for their services or being excited about shooting a puppy in the face, thereâs no denying that Jack delights in causing others pain and suffering. but what does he have to do with Disney?
letâs answer that question with another question:Â do you think that Jack, when placed next to the other antagonists - Goldi, The Three Bears, even Death - sticks out like a sore, plum-coloured thumb?
of course he does! but why? well, letâs look at Jack on a surface level. Jack is a monolith of a human being. not only is he physically huge and intimidating, he is the inheritor of an enormous pastry fortune and operates in the manner of a mob boss, with countless resources and a whole variety of powerful magical items at his disposal. indeed, Jack employs a crack team of bakers/assassins called âThe Bakerâs Dozenâ to carry out many of his tasks. although Jack does harm others himself, it is because of these resources - including the people who work for him - that he is able to bypass many of the obstacles faced by our protagonists in an honest and character-developing way (e.g., the Pocket Full OâPosies in The Dark Forest). Jack doesnât need to have a character arc the way the other characters do, because he is so wealthy and owns so much.
but Jackâs reason for owning so much and being obsessed with magic and magical items isnât through intellectual curiosity, or a traumatic backstory where he needed to learn how to wield magic. do you know what Jackâs covert motivation for owning all of the magic in the world is?
itâs money.
when we get the flashback of Jackâs childhood, dancing for the entertainment of an audience using his nursery rhyme, we see him becoming jealous of Pinocchio - and we see Gepetto in the back, absolutely raking in the cash. if we consider this flashback as that crucial moment within which Jack decided to become what he is today - and the presence of our off-brand Jiminy Cricket inclines us to think so - then we can understand that Jack decided that from that moment forward, he would own all of the magic.Â
letâs go back to The Bakerâs Dozen for a moment. this team of highly-competent, multidisciplinary artisans do everything for Jack, whether itâs baking the pies which make him rich, or laying down their lives at his service. we arenât given an in-universe reason for why they do this. yes, Jack is feared, but he is still the subject of mockery due to his humble beginnings as a nursery rhyme character. it certainly isnât due to being treated or paid well. however, if we view the Bakerâs Dozen as a metaphor for overworked, exploited artists whose views are routinely dismissed by the money-hungry, powerful corporation who owns their craft...things start to add up, donât they? considering historic allegations of worker abuse at the hands of Disney, having Jack Horner literally step on their spines and encourage them to flex takes on a whole different meaning.Â
it doesnât end there. do you recognise the items that Jack pulls out of his Mary Poppins bag when his Bakerâs Dozen are being destroyed by the Pocket Full OâPosies - the items that he calls âthe big gunsâ? itâs the broomstick from Fantasia, the spinning wheel from Sleeping Beauty, the size snacks from Alice in Wonderland, and a knock-off Jiminy Cricket from Pinocchio - all references to some of Disneyâs earliest and most famous films.
still donât believe me? well, letâs recap more of the items Jack has in his repertoire:
a hook-hand (referencing Captain Hook in Peter Pan)
a trident (referencing King Triton in The Little Mermaid)
poison apple bombs (referencing The Evil Queen in Snow White)
a glass slipper (again referencing Cinderella)
remember what happens when the knock-off Jiminy Cricket (interesting that there are so many Pinocchio references specifically, huh?) is horrified that Jack is losing so many men? Jack says he isnât worried about losing the manpower, because he has a bottomless bag full of magical weapons. Jack literally gets his power off of the backs of his workers. sounds a lot like a big company justifying worker layoffs and exploitation because they have so many properties and are too big to fail, doesnât it?Â
hell, Jack doesnât even know what half of these items do! when heâs using the unicorn horns as ammo, he is surprised that they cause people to explode in a shower of confetti. viewing Jack through this lens, itâs difficult not to think about enormous corporations gobbling up properties and churning out content with little to no regard for their artists (looking back at The Bakerâs Dozen - some of whom do perish in the fight with the unicorn horns) or what the properties are about. we havenât even touched on Jack coveting the Wishing Star, a recurring motif in countless Disney movies as representing magic, dreams, and boundless creativity.Â
now, i hear you saying, âbut Star! why would DreamWorks bother writing their bad guy as a metaphor for Disney?â believe it or not, this isnât the first time that DreamWorks have done this. in case you didnât know, Lord Farquaad is a caricature of Michael Eisner, former chairman and CEO of The Walt Disney Company. the production of Shrek was actually quite troubled; animators who were perceived as having failed on other projects were âShrekedâ, or sent to work on Shrek, instead of working on other (presumed to be more lucrative) films. of course, DreamWorks was co-founded by previous Disney CEO Jeffrey Katzenberg, hence the animosity towards Disney and its works evident in the Shrek franchise. this is what formed the story of Shrek: an ugly, crude outsider character taking on the clean-cut moralising of a dictator hell-bent on a so-called âperfectâ world, all created against the creative backdrop of a painful separation from Disney and a great deal of pent-up rage.Â
the irreverent, crass and sometimes adult humour of Shrek was a middle finger to Disneyâs high-censorship control on animation. this is why Lord Farquaad (which you may have noticed sounds a bit like âFuckwadâ) is so obsessed with Duloc being âperfectâ, and why he couldnât stand the freedom of the fairy tale creatures who are the heroes of the first Shrek movie.
in fact, this kind of meta-commentary permeates the Shrek franchise:Â
The Fairy Godmother from Shrek 2, despite being a fairy tale creature herself, is highly prejudiced against characters who break out of their perceived social norms: i.e., Shrek marrying Princess Fiona and getting his Happily Ever After. she is an expansion of the control left over by Lord Farquaad, and rich because of her monopolisation of fairy tale creatures and their stories.Â
Prince Charming in Shrek the Third fails miserably to capitalise on these themes, but weâll get back to him!Â
Rumpelstiltskin from Shrek Forever After tackles the gluttony of franchise reboots, and how soulless and rooted in corporate greed attempts to reboot often are. whilst not necessarily Disney-specific, Shrek Forever After follows the box office bomb that was Shrek the Third: a movie which noticeably fails to write a compelling narrative approaching any of the themes of the previous two films. the writers learned from their mistakes and wrote a movie which satirised their own selling-out of the franchise, becoming hollow and unnecessary and âperfectâ - the very thing they were making fun of in the earlier Shrek films.
there is one more area iâd like to touch on: Jack Hornerâs source material. we know that Little Jack Horner is quite obscure: an 18th-century English nursery rhyme involving a boy who pulls a plum out of a pie with his thumb, and congratulates himself for his fortitude. but did you know that from its earliest conception, Little Jack Horner was associated with foolishness and dishonesty?
itâs true: the simple yet inexplicable nature of the poem was lambasted for being infantile, and quickly became the subject of revision, moralisation, and even political satire. it is no mistake that to âbe under oneâs thumbâ (as many of the characters in The Last Wish are to Jack, both literally and figuratively) means to be under oneâs decisive control. the choice of Jack Horner for the villain of The Last Wish is a clever one, because we could easily have ended up with a sympathetic Jack, whose ostracisation as ânot even a fairy taleâ may have led to a justifiable motive, even for his specific brand of cruelty. but instead, the writers of The Last Wish have gone one step further; theyâve transformed a source affiliated with idiocy and deception into a metaphor for a global multimedia conglomerate...all while portraying him as simultaneously terrifying, powerful, and ridiculous.Â
it has been over a decade since Shrek Forever After was released, and Disney has changed dramatically in that time. a global giant, Disney now owns more enormous money-making properties than ever thought possible, and consistently capitalises on nostalgia for its early properties to make more money and accumulate power. since breaking out of its exclusive licensing agreement with Disney in 2016, DreamWorks has had no official connection to Disney, making the ground for mockery and satirisation of the company which spawned the studio all the more fertile. âBigâ Jack Horner is not just a glamorous return to form for the dreadful, unapologetically evil villain which Disney has eschewed in modern times - heâs a hulking, egocentric monster whose avarice rivals that only of the corporation heâs inspired by.Â
and those are my thoughts on âBigâ Jack Horner! of course this is by no means the definitive interpretation - we should all just have fun with the movie and come up with whatever theories we like đ„°đ iâd love to hear your thoughts on him and The Last Wish in general - heâs definitely one of my favourite bad guys to be released in the past few years!
thanks so much for reading, and have yourselves a wonderful day đ„°
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The ways in which being asexual feels isolating
I've been pondering whether to post this or not, but I figured out I wanted to explain a bit of this experience.
So, I could go on a very long tangent on how being asexual is usually a lonely experience, and how much I've been otherized here and there- Specially in real life. How the same people that claimed to be queer (or allies) had been much weirder about my asexuality than they were about me being bi/pan or whatever.
But I think I wanna talk about how something like that bleeds in every aspect of socializing, even down to something like fandom. I stay away from fandom usually- I like to look at cool fanart and that's about it. I hate discourse, I hate drama, I hate reading people getting worked up because they're treating fanon as canon. But there's one thing I've noticed, over and over, that just sends me off my rails.
And it's how fandom tends to treat asexuality (or aromanticism). So, you get a character in some piece of media that explicitly, unequivocally, states they're either ace, aro, or both. "I do not have interest in a partner", "I don't desire to have sex nor do I enjoy the topic", whatever. And as an ace person, I do appreciate being able to see myself in media- There isn't many chases where something is established that bluntly.
Now, you decide you want to check some fanart for that. Fandoms have this tendency to make absolutely everything about shipping, even when the media they're basing it in does not revolve about that (and it's annoying, because a lot of times people aren't interested in the actual themes- It's all reduced to shipping). Suddenly, you notice people treating the aforementioned character as anything but aro or ace. It's all about shipping. "This person interacted with this other person in a way two friends would, but we gotta make this their entire personality now". Some people may instead go for "well, maybe the character is not having sex, but they're probably an absolute freak about it, studies it extensively, has encyclopedic knowledge about it-"
Now, there's of course sex-favourable aces, and that's completely valid, but it's already straying from what, canonically, the character had mentioned. Asexual or aromantic characters aren't really allowed to exist as themselves. People often see them as a blank slate to fill, to change, to fix. I could talk forever about how people react to real life aces like that. I've had people asking me incredibly invasive questions because they saw my lack of sexual attraction as something broken, something they could fix.
And I hate that! I think I'm allowed to say that I hate that! It's hard and unusual for media to cement an aro/ace character, because they're defined by the lack of interest for something, which is often hard to show. But when it does- No one seems to care. It's all shipping, it's all "well, he's gay in denial", "well, she's probably super repressed". If you took a canonically gay character and made them straight on a fanfic, you'd get angry people. Which is bound to happen when you erase representation that people identify with. But aro/ace characters are NOT even seen as queer, they're not even seen as "representation" by most people. You can erase that bit of it, put some god awful shipping on top, and people will applaud you. And it sucks!
I wish people would see being aro or ace as an identity worth respecting, not an identity that needs overwriting. It feels a bit too close to how people often treat aro/aces irl, and it sucks. It reeks of this sort of exclusionism, where "aro/aces are technically queer but it's queer lite at best, it's less interesting than being gay, and we kinda don't want them near us anyhow". Again, I've had far worse experiences about being ace than I have about not being straight.
Sorry if the post got long, but I hope this experience may at least resonate with other people who have been struggling with this, too. It has always felt just kind of lonely to be ace, and see how little people do even consider it an identity, even when it comes down to something like fandom.
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