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kamiversee · 10 months ago

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Sukuna’s Fuck Buddy ꨄ

[ { Synopsis } ] ➤ You agree to be friends with benefits with Sukuna, not exactly expecting to get ruined in different ways every week.

[ { Need to know } ] ➤ This is a What-If scenario that stems from my fic; The F*ck List— A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt.

[ { Content & Warning } ] ➤ f!reader, dirty talk, tw; spitting, degrading, manhandling, pet names, fingering, unprotected sex, language, brief/slight exhibitionism, & Sukuna has a filthy mouth.

[ { Paring } ] ➤ Sukuna x f!reader.

[ { Word Count } ] ➤ 4.2k

"A whore," Sukuna commented, clearly joking but his words had made you uneasy.

It was oddly specific. You hadn't thought much of it when he called you a whore the night prior, since, y'know, you liked being degraded. But, something about that being his assumption for your occupation was a crazy coincidence.

Especially considering how hellbent Gojo always is on telling you not to call yourself that. The more you thought about it...

Gojo got upset at something from Sukuna's party, he didn't want you to call yourself a whore all of a sudden, Sukuna seems to have believed that was your actual job, and you remember how pissed Gojo seemed as he thought about you sleeping with Sukuna-

Holy fuck. Are the two connected somehow? Is something going on? What does Gojo owe Sukuna? Does Sukuna know you only slept with him as payment to clear Gojo's debt? Is-

A finger had poked your forehead and you blinked out of your thoughts.

Sukuna was chuckling, "I was joking, woman. Calm down." He uttered, "I actually thought you worked at one of those beauty stores."

You raised a brow, still feeling uneasy with the man. "Beauty stores?"

"Sephora, Ulta," He shrugged, "Wherever the fuck. I pictured you being one of those cute little cashiers."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment...?" You murmured.

"Or working at McDonald's, I don't know, I didn't think too hard on it-- jus' wanted to fuck you," Sukuna admitted honestly.

Your expression drops, "Oh..."

His hand had gone to your chin and he tipped your face up, "Do you want me to want something more from you?"

His gaze was intense like always, causing chills to slip down your back. You shook your head, "I mean, no... I only wanted you to fuck me."

"We could keep doing this," Sukuna suggested with a shrug, "Make' it a weekly thing."

You batted your eyelashes at him a few times in thought. At the time, things definitely would've gone differently had you not answered his request but... Somewhere deep down inside, you wanted to make it a weekly thing.

"Really?" You had asked the man, taking him by slight surprise.

Sukuna had wholeheartedly expected you to disregard his suggestion to you but, you didn't. "Yes, really," He replied before stepping closer to his bedside where you were seated and leaning toward you, "Let's fuck every week."

You stared at him with wide eyes for a long moment, contemplating numerous things in your head. Technically, you should've said no. You should've moved on from the topic, y'know, brushed his offer off entirely.

Yet there you were, steadily nodding your head in agreement before uttering a simple, "Okay."

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Which takes you to right now, a few weeks after said agreement where you find yourself in the backseat of one of Sukuna's cars, your legs sprawled out over his as you sit prettily in his lap.

Since agreeing to be friends with benefits with Sukuna, you and him have met up once a week, sometimes twice, just to fuck each other.

In Sukuna's right hand was his cell phone, the device up at his ear as he conversed with someone as if his free hand wasn't occupied with toying with your dripping cunt-- thick fingers fucking so deep into you and curling just right against your slick walls.

Your back was against his firm chest, lips parted with heavy pants and soft moans spilling from your throat as the lewd sound of Sukuna finger fucking you filled his vehicle.

Trying so hard not to be loud in courtesy of whoever he was on the phone with, you bit your lower lip, “Mmmh… Sukuna…” You mewl out gently.

He’s been at it for a while and you could even feel how hard his cock was against your ass, his tip leaking and member twitching beneath the fabric of his sweats every time you squirmed.

Sukuna sighs heavily and pulls the phone away from his mouth only to bring his lips to your ear, “Shut the fuck up. If she hears you, I’ll stop…” Pausing mid-sentence as your cunt squeezes tighter around his fingers, he smirks, “Slut.”

“P-Please… hah… don’t stop,” Your voice was filled with pure and utter need, just as he liked.

Sukuna angles his head down a bit, planting a soft and all too teasing kiss below your ear, his breath tickling your neck, “Then shut up.”

You’re nodding, closing your mouth, and swallowing down your own moans as he purposefully shoves his fingers into you at a rougher pace.

In and out and in and out, your pussy was gushing around his fingers— mouth opening and jaw dropping every now and then as he hit all the right spots.

“Fuck,” You curse under your breath as your torso leans forward and you shoot a hand down to grab his wrist.

Sukuna’s speaking to whoever he has on the phone but you only register a few words every now and then. “Mhmmmm,” He hummed and you swore that was directed toward you as your eyes flickered back— he knew you were close.

Sukuna’s fingers slid almost all the way out of your hole just to tease you, his fingertips slipping up to flick over your clit. A breathy moan leaves your lips as he rubs your clit aggressively, drawing circles over the bud and making your legs draw together.

“M’gonna cum,” You whine out quietly, struggling to keep your noises in.

He wanted to make things harder for you so he smirks, “Yeah?” Sukuna taunted, “Gonna’ make a mess? Hm?”

Your head just barely angled back to look at him, seeing that he didn’t bother to move the phone away or mute it so whoever he was talking to heard everything he just said. This overwhelming feeling of embarrassment and arousal shoots throughout your body and your face twists up in pleasure as Sukuna sinks his fingers back into you.

“No, not you,” He spat to whoever he was talking to on call, smirking at you afterward, “I told you I was busy when we first got on the phone…”

Your hips jerked forward a bit as you unintentionally moved to ride his fingers, panting and maintaining eye contact with the man. He nearly felt like he was getting high off of merely watching you grow so stupidly drunk in lust.

“S’kuna…” You mumbled.

His cock ached in his sweats and he nodded, “Mhm, yeah, y’know what, I’ll call you back— I have a needy whore to take care of.”

You turned your head to face forward as he said that, once again feeling embarrassed and even squeezing your legs together a bit. The sound of Sukuna scoffing is heard and then his phone is, quite literally, tossed somewhere else.

He shifts and his now free hand goes to your hip as his other kneads into your pussy, making you dizzy in satisfaction as you continue trying to keep quiet.

“Look at you…” Sukuna taunts, “You’re about to cum, aren’t you?”

You nod stupidly, feeling the knot in your core build as your orgasm approaches, “Y-Yeah… fuck, please.”

“Hm? Please what?” He scoffs, as if he hadn’t had a tendency to strip you of your climax multiple times.

“Hah… Let me cum, p-please Sukuna,” Your voice was a needy but quiet whine and he bit his lower lip once he acknowledged you were still following his orders of being quiet.

Sukuna snickers, “Uhuh, I will,” He hums, “Jus’ keep squeezin’ around my fingers,” He leans forward so he could speak into your ear, low and rasped voice driving you over the edge, “Yeahhhh, like that— Fuckin’ whore.”

Your jaw drops and your mouth forms an immediate O shape as your eyes flicker, back arching, and whimper escaping your throat— you cum hard while still trying to be quiet, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you do so.

There’s a slick sound of Sukuna still toying with your cunt as you come undone and then he sits back, parting his legs a bit as you readjust into his lap and his fingers slip out of you.

Sukuna coos, “See? Was that so hard? Now here,” He moves one hand to your throat, forcing your back to be against his chest as his other hand goes to your lips, “Clean yourself off my fingers, messy girl.”

His digits that’d just been inside you prod at your lips, tapping your lower one before you part them and Sukuna pushes his fingers in. He was such a nasty man, forcing you to taste yourself and clean your slick off his fingers— you couldn’t stand him sometimes.

Not to mention how he teases you as he does so, “Taste good, right?” Sukuna asked.

You whirl your tongue around his fingers and then pull off them with a hard and firm suck, a slight pop emitting from the action, “Mhm…”

“Good,” Both of Sukuna’s hands go to your hips and he lifts you up. You hardly realize what he’s doing until he forces you to turn around and face him. Then, he makes sure you remain hovering over his crotch as he works his cock out of his sweats, his eyes on yours as if he were seconds away from devouring you.

Sukuna looked ravished for you, tired of the past minutes he spent on some tedious phone call when he could’ve been buried inches into your sloppy hole. His eyes were low-lidded, maroon shade dazed with this feral need for you.

Oh, he was about to fuck the shit out of you— as he typically does. You’d picked up on that much, how his eyes would change, his breathing grown heavier, voice low and pitched with this sexy rasp that made your cunt flutter.

“Do me a favor,” Sukuna suddenly voices out, making you blink out of your daze. Your hands were on his broad shoulders, keeping yourself hovered over him. “Sit on this dick ‘nd make another mess f’me,” He instructed, words causing you to look down at his hard, slightly curved cock that’s been freed from his clothes.

It’s so damn intimidating— the way his veins bulge, how his hand jerks at his shaft in quick pulls, tip sticky and leaking precum as you stare with pretty wide eyes.

Your legs were straddling his already so, after a moment of admiring his cock, your eyes flicked back up to his face. Sukuna was glaring at you, impatiently waiting for you to plop down onto his twitching member.

His gaze sent a chill down your spine and your body was finally moving again. You lower yourself steadily as you glance down again but because of how slow you were living and how needy Sukuna was, he goes to grab your hips and pulls your cunt down to his cock, tip pressing up against your hole.

Both of you let out a heavy exhale in sync and you rock your hips forward just a little bit to ride his flushed tip.

“Don’t fuckin’ tease me, woman,” Sukuna breathes out, voice more airy than he would’ve liked.

You smirk, “Sukuna…” Your gaze lifts to his face once more, “You’re drippin’.” You whisper tauntingly.

His brows tense and his cock suddenly pushes up a few inches into you, a shallow thrust made in reaction to your words. Sukuna’s dirty talk was rubbing off on you and it drove him crazy. The hands on your waist grip even tighter, sure to leave marks as his fingernails dig into you and he slams you down on his dick.

Your eyes widen, face twists up, and a sluty moan leaves your throat, “Oh fuck-,”

“Told’ you not to fuckin’ tease me,” Sukuna huffs out in an aggravated tone. His big rough hands slide up to your waist and he holds onto you tightly before forcing you to ride him at the pace he wanted.

You’re moving to keep up with his motions as best you can, using your legs to lift yourself up and then plop your cunt down on his cock over and over— sucking him in deep and tight each time you go down.

Meanwhile, Sukuna’s forcing you through it, making sure you don’t slow down for even a second. “Needy ass couldn’t even let me finish my phone call,” He grunts out, “Pussy just needed my cock, huh? She’s that greedy?”

Your cunt just flutters and gushes around his dick, walls closing around his shaft as a moan slips past your lips, “I… ah, oh-, fuuck… m’sorry.”

“Aw, you’re sorry?” Sukuna mocks, “No you’re nottt, you wanted me off the phone, didn’t you?”

You shake your head, “N-No…”

“No? Hah,” That smirk of his starts to appear and his hands slide down your body, caressing your skin as you ride him in earnest, “You wanted them to hear?”

Your hips stutter in movement and your eyes widen, “I-“

“Wanted them to hear how desperate you are for some cock?” Sukuna huffs out, hips suddenly snapping up into you, “How dumb you get once it’s in you? Hm?”

“F-Fuck, Sukuna-, ah, mghh.” You whine, hips coming to an almost complete stop as Sukuna fucks his cock up into you, heavy balls slapping against your ass as his tip rams up into your cervix.

To make matters worse, he slaps your ass, “Did I say you could stop? Keep fuckin’ ridin’ me.” Sukuna orders meanly, making you whine as you find your movement again, earning a smirk from him in response to how your hips match his thrusts.

There was this slight shake to his car as you bounced up and down on his cock and he kept fucking it up into you, making it hard for you to think or even moan properly.

He smirks and then holds your hips again, slamming you down slowly but roughly along with his words, “Mmmgh, just. like. that.” Sukuna groans, tossing his head back and breathing heavily.

The sight of him with his head back and neck exposed was so damn sexy, causing you to lean forward and move to his neck, pressing sweet but messy kisses all up and down his exposed skin.

Sukuna starts smiling, “Good girl.” He suddenly praises and your hips begin to rock back and forth, making his brows tense, “Aughhh, fuuuck, keep goin’, m’close.”

Because you had slowed again, you’d assume that he enjoyed it so you continued with a steady rock of your hips, keeping his thick length buried inside you as you did so.

He lets you continue like that for a minute or two but after that, he huffs, “I said ride me, whore. Don’t fuckin’ slow down.” Sukuna grunted.

For someone who was taunting you about being needy, he sure as hell had a thousand demands on how you should be riding him— as if he doesn’t know his dick is hard to take at some point.

Your brows furrow and your lower lip sticks out into a slight pout, one he finds so fucking cute. Sukuna moves his hands to your thighs, somewhat under them to aid you, and then he’s forcing your pussy to slick up and down him again.

You let out a little scoff before looking off to the side, “Shit…” Sukuna was thrusting up into you again, bullying his cock into your dripping cunt and forcing you to ride him through it.

“C’mon,” He smirks, “Take it—, fuck me.” He suddenly breathes out.

A shocked moan exits your mouth and your eyes are glossy as they find his, “W-What? Mmh…” You breathe. Did he just say what you thought he did?

“You heard me,” Sukuna’s smirk widens and slowly eases into a sexy almost fucked out smile “I said fuck me. Fuck me like you wanna make me cum,” He huffs, your body responding through upping your pace, “Yeahhhh that’s it.” Sukuna breathes, head flying back again.

The car creaked and bounced with the frantic movements of sex occurring inside, windows fogged, your tits jumping almost in his face, plush walls clamping down on his dick so good that he felt like he was losing his sanity.

Oh Sukuna was addicted. He can’t have any other woman on his cock that’s not you, not when you ride him so well and certainly not when your hand is abruptly felt on his throat.

Sukuna lets out a groan that’s treacherously close to a moan, his head tipping up from the seat as his eyes find yours, “Oh? You kinky fuckin’ woman, chokin’ me like this…” He grunts, smiling again afterward, “Can hardly feel those small fingers of yours…”

Truth is, he could feel your fingers. Blood rushed to Sukuna’s face and his cock, his mind dazed for a second as you choked him whilst riding him. He would never submit to you but goddamn you were making it difficult.

Your hole just sucked him up like a vice and your walls were so snug and warm, wetness coating his dick and even parts of his thighs. He was about to cum but he didn’t want you to think you’d got the best of him.

So, Sukuna tips his head to the side and brings a hand to your wrist, “This is cute but,” He pulls your hand off his neck, “Lemme show you how it’s done, pretty girl.”

Your lashes bat in disbelief before Sukuna’s manhandling you again, flipping you both over as his large muscular frame looms over yours. His big hands go to your legs and he spreads them fast and wide enough so that he can slam his cock back inside you.

Your back is arching off the seat of the car as soon as he pushes all the way into you, the sudden change in position making his leaky tip reach deeper than before.

One hand is propped up by your head and the other goes to your throat, Sukuna’s fingers carefully wrapping around you and feeling the way broken moans vibrate against your throat.

“Mmph… ah, ‘kuna,” You slur out as his thrusts pick up all over again. Something is mumbled under your breath and he finds it funny how you could barely get it out.

Tilting his head, “Huh? What was that? Speak up.”

You groan, “Harder,” His eyes widen and his hips just ram down into you at a merciless pace before you get out what you meant, “Choke m-me… mmh, f-fuck… h-harder, oh my… ahh, ngh…”

“Harder? You want me to choke you harder?” Sukuna repeats and you nod, earning a slight laugh from him, “Of course you do, slut.” As the last word leaves his lips, his hand is squeezing around your throat, making it hard for you to breathe while he recklessly pounds into your cunt.

“M-Mmmh,” You hum, eyes rolling back as that damn curve of his knocks into you just right, “F-Fuck. Ohmygod, f-fuuck…” You curse between a whine.

His face is hovering over yours, “Feel me in there?” You nod and he bites his lip for a moment, “Yeah?”

Sukuna just thrusts harsher and harsher, and then faster, pelvis crashing into yours over and over as the lewd sounds of sex escape his car with how sloppy it was getting. His cock was covered in you but only greedy for more, plunging in and out of you as he groans at the way you just suck him back in every time he pulls out.

“Want me to slow down?” Sukuna suddenly suggests. Again, you just nod, almost too fucked out to speak anymore. “Awww, but you’re takin’ me jus’ fine at this pace,” He praises, making your cunt throb about him.

“S’too… y-you’re so… hahh… mgh, f-fucking big-,” You moan out weakly.

Those words make his thrusts stutter and he grunts, “What? I’m what?” Sukuna questions, almost like he needed to hear you say that again. His face leans down to yours and his lips ghost your wet ones, “What am I? Say that again.” He whispers.

Your heavy breaths brush up against his lips as both of you hold such intimate eye contact with one another, “B-Big, S’kuna… S-So fuckin’ big…” You cry out, gentle tears beginning to leave your eyes.

The man unintentionally beats his cock down into your messy cunt, “Big? Ohhhh, don’t fuckin’ tell me that.” Sukuna groans, again sounding all too close to a moan, “Take it.” He huffs.

You nod yet again, “Uhuh… m-mmh, oh…”

“Yeahhh, take it you whore.” Sukuna huffed, “Every fuckin’ inch like a good girl, mhm-, fuck,” He finally moaned, eyes flickering for only a moment.

He was too into it, too into you— literally. Sukuna felt like he was in your stomach, the bulge of his cock so prominent with his every thrust. Never was he really gentle with you, not during the sex at least, there was no need to be. You liked him rough and he knew that.

“M’gonna cum inside you.” Sukuna suddenly warns, hips sloppy against you, “Fuck my cum nice ‘nd deep inside you,” He huffs, feeling how you twitch around him.

Then, Sukuna stares down at your face, his hand still around your neck as he gets a sudden thought, glancing down to your lips.

“Open your mouth,” Sukuna orders, his voice deep. Your lips are parting without a second thought and Sukuna looks you dead in the eyes as he spits onto your tongue. First, it’s one messy drip, then another filthy glob.

Oh that was nasty, he was nasty. And the fact that his action only turned you on even more really said something about you.

“Swallow it,” He demands right after, watching as you shut your mouth and do as told. Then, he feels the movement in your throat against his palm and he chuckles, “Fuck, that’s sexy… You’re such a nasty lil’ slut f’me, I like that.”

Sukuna leans down to you and the grip on your throat grows tighter, his lips moving to swallow yours up. It was a messy and heated kiss, your moans and whimpers being drowned out as his tongue slithered into your mouth.

The wet slick and slide of his mouth over yours filled the air and all you could hear was that and the brutal smack of his hips down into you as his cock unforgivingly kissed your cervix. Over and over and over again until your orgasm crashes over you.

Only then does Sukuna pull away from your lips, a messy wad of saliva hanging between the two of you as he speaks slowly and his voice makes you lose it because of that damn breathy rasp, “Pussy’s creaming ‘round me, shit.” He breathes out, slowing down his thrusts just so you can pay attention to it, “Hear that? Hear how she gushes ‘round my cock?”

It was messy, sloppy, and slick as he dragged his dick in and out of your pulsing walls. This is what it was like to be Sukuna’s fuck buddy. Whenever or wherever he wanted to take you, he would— spewing such filth out to you as he did so, no matter who heard him.

He didn’t care, he just wanted to make sure you heard him, heard his every nasty word because he knew you liked it. Hell, that’s why you’re cumming around his cock now, moaning beneath him, legs shaking, and tears streaming down your face.

Just as you’re coming undone, so is he, pace picking right back up as he fucks his orgasm into you— warm seed coating your walls as he leaned to your ear, groaning out a repeated and breathy ‘take it’ as you whined and suddenly clawed at his back.

“Take every drop,” Sukuna moans into your ear. You think he might have a breeding kink-, “Fuckin’ slut,” He adds on.

He’s going and going until he thrusts in hard one last time and stills himself. His breathing was so heavy in your ear, heavy like pants almost-, almost like you’d drained him of everything he had.

Sukuna remains still for a while before he shifts only a little, lips moving to your cheek as he kisses your wet skin. Then, it’s slow but his tongue slides out and he licks whatever's left of your tears off your face.

Your face twists up in slight discomfort due to his wet tongue and the fact that his heavy cock was still inside you wasn’t making things any better, “…Sukuna,” You sigh, “D-Don’t you have a phone call t-to return…?”

He smiles at how you remind him, despite your fucked out state and how ragged your voice was. Sukuna slowly moves to lean up but, he doesn’t pull out yet, “Mhm, I do. And uh,” He sits back a bit and pulls your body along with his, making sure he never once slips out of you, “You’re gonna keep my cock nice ‘nd warm in the meantime.”

His words catch you off gaurd, “But-“

His hand goes to your lower abdomen and Sukuna traces his fingertip over the slight print his dick makes against your skin, “You don’t want to?” He asks, tipping his head to the side.

Blinking, you just let out a sigh after a long moment of thought, “No, I do…”

“Alright then,” Sukuna smiles, “But if you make any noise, I’ll video call instead and show them the needy woman I gotta deal with,” He comments finally with a cocky little wink.

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samdeancass · 2 years ago

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Oblivious

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Implied Smut

Characters: Sam, Y/N, Dean, Cas

Description: Y/N walks into the bunker kitchen wearing Sam’s boxers but she are completely oblivious to the many faces staring at her.

You yawned and rolled over to the other side of the bed, expecting to be greeted by the warmth of Sam but instead was greeted with the coldness of an empty bed. Your eyes fluttered open and you pouted a little. You hated when he didn’t wake you when he woke up.

Slowly, you got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom towards the kitchen. As you walked in everybody stopped what they were doing and just stared at you, who was completely oblivious to what was going on.

Sam was completely stunned by how amazing you looked in his boxers, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. That was until he noticed everybody else staring at you to. He turned back around and shot them all threatening looks, especially Dean.

“Stop looking, Dean. I mean it.” Dean shrugged his shoulders and kept trying to sneak a peak over Sam’s shoulders. “How can I not look, she’s just so...” Sam punched Dean as hard as he could in his arm, earning a loud yelp from him. “OW! Jesus, I was only complimenting on how...”. Sam shot Dean another threatening look, his fist raised slightly. “One more word, Dean.” Dean raised his hands in the air in surrender. “Alright, alright.”

“I do wonder, why humans walk around in their underwear. Do they not get cold?” Cas had his head tilted to one side as he observed you getting a drink of water, still completely oblivious to what was happening behind you. Sam noticed where Cas was looking and let out a growl, clicking his fingers in Cas’s eyesight. “Stop looking. It’s rude.” Dean sniggered. “Not from where I’m sitting.” Sam kicked him under the table, earning another yelp.

“But why do you do that? It’s rather odd.” “I don’t know, it’s just comfortable.” You were still completely oblivious to what had happened as you walked back out of the kitchen towards your bedroom, all eyes following you.

Sam growled in frustration and whacked Dean and Cas upside the head. “Cut it out!” “I’m sorry, but how did she not know that we were sat here staring and talking about her? She must be completely oblivious to everything around her.”

Sam got up from the table. “Or she just knows when to block out stupid idiots.” He walked out of the kitchen to follow you but not before Dean shouted after him. “Well, that means you’re a stupid idiot to!”

Sam put the middle finger up to his brother before striding down the hallway to your room, flinging the door closed after him. “Jesus Sam, you scared the crap out of me! Where’ve you been?” He chuckled and shook his head. “Did you really not notice us sat in the kitchen before?”

Your eyes widened as realisation dawned. “What do you mean ‘us’?” “Me, Dean and Cas.” “You mean to say I walked into the kitchen in just my underwear in front of your brother who jumps on anything with legs and an angel who knows nothing about personal space and boundaries?”

Sam smiled and nodded his head. “I’m afraid so sweetheart.” Your face flushed red. “Oh. My. God. I am so embarrassed.” Sam walked towards the bed and leaned over you, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Trust me, from where I was sitting, there was nothing to be embarrassed about.”

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pablitogavii · 2 years ago

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Friendly

Summary: You're Gavi's best childhood friend and you go tot he club with him and some of his friends. He made it clear that you are just his friend, but when he sees the attention you start receiving from everyone..his mind changes ;)

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader

Warnings: smutty ;))

"Ready, pecas?" Pablo was always using that nickname, since we were little niños, because he was always so intrigued by the freckles decorating the bridge of my nose to my cheeks. Anyways, he came to pick me up with his car and we were going out to a newly opened bar in town with a group of his friends.

"Mhm! Vale!" I got in and he certainly checked out my quite short black shorts and a crop top that showed my flat stomach. I always wondered weather he found me attractive but I gave up when I heard him say to his friends when they asked if I was his girl "Imposible! She is like mi hermanita tíos!" which always ruined my mood when I thought about it!

When we arrived, the loud group in front of the door greeted us and all of Pablo's friends (including the taken ones) complimented on my look tonight. I thought Pablo was too busy joking around with Pedri to notice, but little did I know, he heard every word that made him very much angry!

"Damn Gavi! Your amiga is quite a bombon!" Araujo whispered to him and Pablo looked towards you chatting with some girls at the bar shaking his head although secretly thinking the same thing.

Your ass looked so delicious in that tight shorts..and not to mention the braless crop top that was driving him absolutely crazy!

"Bombon? Tu eres loco tío! Ella es tan joven" Pablo said always acting 'tough' cause he was two years older that you..big deal! That didn't mean he could order you about which he always tried to do!

As hours passed, and you had more drinks with your girlfriends, music started to take over your body and you were dancing like there was no tomorrow.

"Es caliente!!" Rafa smirked whispering into Pablo's ear knowing that would annoy him especially when you were dancing with your ass glued to another guy who hand his arms around your waist.

"Joder!" Pablo groaned putting his drink down and walking towards you angrily. He grabbed your wrist pulling you away from the guy and he crowd all the way outside where was freezing btw.

"Ow! Que haces gilipollas!?" you were angry but still so cute when you tried to yell at him especially being so short and adorable regardless of your mood.

"You're drinking anything people give you! And you are grinding your ass against some fucking stranger!? What are you doing pecas!?" he was angry as well as he let go off your arm but still not letting you go back inside.

"Que es un problema!? You're not mi novio Gavi! I can drink what I want and I can dance with whoever I want!" you spat and now he was even angrier clenching his jaw repeatedly. He wishes he was your novio and could teach you a lesson right now..

"But I brought you here which means I am responsible to make sure you're safe pecas!" he said and to that you smirked feeling quite confident tonight (probably from the alcohol) as you moved closer to him rubbing up and down his strong biceps.

"Are you sure that's the problem here Pablito?" you said teasingly and he was fighting back an urge to throw you in the backset of his Maserati and show you just what his problem was at the moment. But then he reminded himself that you were his best friend, that he doesn't want to lose you and therefore couldn't mess up your life.

"Vamos, I'm taking you home.." he said but you were definitely not about to do that especially when you were having such a blast tonight. You pulled away from his grasp and he groaned in annoyance.

"If you don't want to honestly tell me what the problem is then I won't do what you say! Capullo!" you winked walked back inside while he groaned running his hand through his hair before getting inside himself re-joining his friends while you continued to dance on your own this time.

"Why don't you just admit you want her tío? Es obvio!" Pedri bugged him but when Pablo saw that you were kissing someone and walking outside with him the heat in his veins intensified from anger.

"Es demasiado tarde.." Pablo sighed walking out this time determined to take you home even if he was to carry you into the car himself. He was done with this party and he was especially done watching you with other people!

As he looked around for you, he found the same guy from the inside sitting on the hood of his car while you stood in between his legs kissing his lips.

"Gilipollas! Tienes tu culo en mi coche!" he said and the guy looked at him with big eyes of course recognizing him from the Camp Nou pitch while ungluing his hands from your waist.

"Pablo Gavi..I'm so sorry tío" he said walking away from you which made you angry as you looked at Pablo who watched as he left before finally looking back down at you.

"Stop scaring away everyone who comes near me!" you said and he walked closer until your thighs his his car and you sat on the hood looking up into his dark eyes once more. He was no longer your sweet and protective friend Pablo..no..he was angry..and lustful in this moment.

"Que haces?" you say when he slowly touched your thighs opening them up and standing in between them while tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"You said you wanted to know what my problem is..honestly?" he said moving even closer as his hands rested on my thighs and his nose was touching mine.

"S..si" your voice was shaking and your cheeks were bright red while looking into his dark eyes longingly.

"I don't mind you wearing something that makes your ass be the sole focus of the night..but I do mind that I can't grab it and make todos los gilipollas see that it's mine.." he started and you felt goosebumps appear on your skin while his cold fingers traced your thigh and his nose moved against yours.

"I don't mind your dirty dance but as long as it's against me.." he whispered into your ear licking it after wards and you couldn't help the moan that left your lips in response.

"And I don't mind that you want to make-out on top of my car..but I want you to do it only with me!" he whispered into your other ear licking it again before his large hand grabbed your neck and pulled you close kissing your lips feverishly which made you moan into his mouth as you kissed passionately.

"Pecas.." he whispered against your lips after pulling away and you smiled opening your eyes and snaking your arms around his neck while playing with the end of his hair.

"Take me home amor.." you smiled snaking your legs around his waist with a shy smile and he smirked kissing your lips again knowing that he finally got what he craved for such a long time...;))

I like this story :)

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fuxuannie · 2 years ago

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HIII I FOLLOWED U RECENTLY AND IM LITERALLY JUST BLOWN AWAY BY UR WORKS I LOVE THEMMN

okay listen listen listen. what are ur thoughts on enemies to lovers w dan heng.

OR OR OR WITH GEPARD (idk how thatll work but the idea is very appealing to me AHUEHDUE)

(also i saw it was ur birthday yesterday!! happy belated birthday 🥳🥳 stay healthy n safe, dont forget to hydrate and eat :D)

- idk can i be 😟 anon (my face 24/7 LMAO)

↳ pairing : (seperate) gepard landau & dan heng x gender neutral reader

↳ synopsis : request ♡

↳ authors note : dan hengs is more or less a joke bc i genuinely couldnt think of much for him im SORRYANSBDNS thank you smmm for the sweet messages they rlly warm my heart

☆☆ ONE BED TROPE ⁉️

When the peace between the Overworld and Underworld was established, you and Gepard both agreed that it didn't mean that suddenly you and him were buddy-buddy now. However, with Seele and Bronya becoming allies, it meant that you and Gepard were more often than not being assigned to work side by side.

And with that arrangment coming along, that's what brought you here. In an abandoned building, sitting on a bed with Gepard kneeling between your legs as he bandaged your bruises. "You know, if anyone sees this the angle looks really-"

"Shut up."

You smirk at his fluster, seeing the slight shade of pink that he tries to hide. In return, he not so nicely pulls on the bandages around you, tightening them in a way that was nearly suffocating. "Ow!-"

You won't deny that Gepard was an insanely pretty man, his soft skin and gentle features complimented his.. annoyingly kind soul for those who needed his assistance. He was loved by many, and you couldn't really blame people. Just cause you both were on opposite sides didn't mean you couldn't acknowledge his determination to protect others.

"Your injuries are fatal. We can move by morning, just rest for now."

You look around the room, mostly to ignore how he takes off his heavy armor to to rest properly. "You know it's.. there's only one relatively comfortable place to sleep in, right? Or in other words.. there's only one bed?"

Gepard nods with a sigh, your eyes finally turning back to him as he tries to lay on the floor and use his arm as a pillow. "Yeah. And you're hurt, so you can have it."

He ignores your pitiful stare, closing his eyes until he hears you clear your throat and opening one of them slightly. "It's.. cold. And there's.. enough room."

"Oh? And won't this look like a suggestive-"

"Shut up!"

You ignore his laughter as he stands up, feeling him ruffle your hair as you look up at him. "Asshole. Just.. sleep, will you?"

"Gladly. If it means I won't have to look at your face anymore."

"You know I'm pretty." "Maybe, but you're infuriating."

"Wait, what?"

☆☆ BITTER EXES WHO HUNTS THE OTHER DOWN

Maybe that description was a little detailed, but wouldn't it be funny if you were DAN HENG's ex and you were so pissed at him you joined the Stellaron Hunters. Blade himself started hating him a little more after hearing you rant about him for the 10th time in a day. (He's more pissed that he made you that way and now has to deal with it.)

So when you caught up to him in Luofu, even if you swore to Blade you wouldn't do anything until his business with Dan Heng was over, you just couldn't resist just having a little bite. Just for your own enjoyment.

"How have you been?" "I've been better, especially since you're holding a knife to my throat and pinning me against a wall."

You scoff at his remark while pushing the blade closer towards his neck, not quite enough to cut but grazing his skin to a point he can feel the cold metal. "Shut up."

"Good to know you're still angry at me."

"Why wouldn't I be? You left me with nothing but a poorly written note that had nothing but 'Goodbye.' on it."

That got a little reaction out of him which was him clearing his throat. "Seems like you haven't forgotten either."

"No it's more.. did you not see the other one I left you?" "There was another??"

You and him exchange awkward glances, you eventually pull the knife away from his neck and take a few steps back.

"If it matters at all, you're still really pretty."

"Seriously, now of all times I-"

You laugh a little, causing the familiar feeling of Dan Heng's heart skipping a beat as he looks off to the side. "..Whatever. Just because we had this.. whatever this was, it doesn't mean you're off the hook. You're still gonna be a dead man, I promise you that much."

Dan Heng watched you leave the shadows, until you were out of sight was when he laughed a little. "It's a little odd I found that stupidly attractive but.." He shrugs to himself, not like anyone will know.

#˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ bailu's candy stash #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #dan heng x reader #dan heng hsr x reader #gepard landau x reader #gepard x reader

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ariundercovers · 2 years ago

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Withholding (Din Djarin x Reader)

Summary: Din has been holding something back from you. He finally willingly gives it.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader (one female gender descriptor used @ the end)

Word count: ~2k

Warnings: fluff, marshmallows, and feely good feelings. A flagon of angst at the very beginning if you squint with some reading glasses on.

A/n: This is very dialogue heavy - not my usual style of writing! It's super plotty for being a fluffy fic so, idk. we'll just try it out. As always - let me know what you think!

It was just about a week since the three of you settled in the small cabin on Nevarro. You and Din were happily seated outside under the small awning, Grogu off playing with the other school-aged students for the time being. There was a comfortable silence between you for some time when Din finally broke it unceremoniously.

“I commed Bo Katan yesterday.”

You turn to look at him, surprised. “Oh? And?”

“She asked me if I had taken you as my riduur yet, and then she told me I was a kriffing moron. Her words.” You’re surprised at the response, assuming it would have been something regarding Mandalore, but then you chuckle.

“Sounds about right.”

He nods his head almost imperceptively. “She made me realize many things. I owe you a lot.”

You turn fully to him, eyebrows scrunched together in concern. “What? No, you don’t owe me anything.”

He sits up a little straighter and it feels like his visor is burrowing into your very soul with the intensity he is giving off. “I do though. I owe you much. I know you were disappointed when I took Grogu as my own in the mines, in front of all the other Mandalorians, but I did not offer the same to you. It wasn’t fair.”

“No, no… It’s okay. I understand. I know I’m not Mandalorian, and, well, honestly I’m just happy with whatever you can give me. I don’t need more.”

He sighs, always overwhelmed by the selflessness you exhibit to a fault, especially when it comes to him and the kid.

“But it’s not okay. I have been withholding things from you, and that’s not right. You have given me everything, you have shared all of yourself with me, but I have not offered you the same. I can give you more than this.”

He pauses briefly before continuing. “It never felt like the right time. I’ve had nothing to offer you - no home, no stability. Just running into the abyss and a wizard of a tiny green child.”

You laugh at his description of your lives over the past few years. “I love running into the abyss with you. And I love your tiny green child.”

He leans into you abruptly. “Ours, cyare. Our tiny green child.”

You hum in response. You know he’s right, even if it’s hard to admit to yourself. “I don’t need anything from you, Din. Just you. I don’t need a home, or a ship. I don’t need stability. I just need you and Grogu. I’ll run into the abyss for the rest of my life if it means I get to have the two of you.”

He leans back in the chair a little bit, looking out over the fields that sprawl in front of your little home. “I know that now. But I wanted so badly to be able to provide for you in some way. I was starting to think the Crest was enough of a home for us, but just as I was coming to terms with that, Gideon showed up and we lost the kid. I needed to have something for you. You deserve something. You are an amazing mother, and an even better partner. You are… everything to me. You are the planets, the suns, and all the stars in my galaxy.”

“Din…” You can feel yourself blushing as he overwhelms you with compliments. It’s too much to wrap your brain around.

“I mean it. We finally have a moment here - a small slice of normal. Something… real, maybe even permanent. But it’s still not complete because I have one thing more I need to offer you, to let you choose.”

You turn your head toward him, brows scrunching in confusion. You’re curious, unsure exactly where he’s going with it.

“Cyar’ika, I want nothing more than to have you as my riduur, my kin. You are already part of my clan but I want you to be mine and I yours, completely. I… would you make a riduurok with me? Be my riduur?”

You knew what a riduur was - at least a little bit. The first time you had met her, Bo-Katan mistakenly assumed you already made a riduurok. She explained it to you a bit then. The first time you met Paz, he huffed about letting an aruetii in - that Din needed to be a real Mandalorian and choose his riduur already.

“I’ve been wondering if you would ever ask. I was starting to think you couldn’t ask me… Or wouldn’t, maybe.” Your eyes dart down to your lap, where you’re fiddling with your hands.

“I know. I never should have made you wait this long.”

You look up to him, meeting his visor. “Surely you must know I would have said yes, right? If you had asked me before.”

He nods back at you. “I know. This wasn’t about you, it was all me. And I’m sorry. I should’ve asked you many cycles ago.”

You smile softly and pull on of his hands into your lap, craving the friction of his skin against yours. “How does it work? Is there a ceremony?”

You slowly unlatch the buckle of his glove, loosening each finger. “No. It’s always done in private. You exchange a set of vows in Mando’a.”

You pause, to look at him with a concerned expression. “I’m gonna fuck them up.”

He puffs out a chuckle and turns his hand over so you have easy access to the alm. “Doesn’t matter. It’s about the intention behind them.”

You nod your head in agreement, pulling his glove the rest of the way off and tucking it off to the side. “Will you let me? Let me take you as my riduur?”

You revel in the feeling of his bare skin upon your own as you contemplate how you’ll answer - of course you know the answer you’ll give him already, but you have to figure out how you’ll actually say it. You lace your fingers in his own. “Yes, Din. Of course, I will.”

He stares, unmoving.

“Just like that, you say yes to marrying a person you’ve never even seen before?”

You sigh, immediately understanding where this line of questioning was going. Din was always a self-deprecating soul - someone who didn’t understand how he could deserve, or earn, happiness in his life. Someone who saw himself as a means to an end more than as anything else.

“Din… I’ve seen enough of you to know you’re human. That’s good enough for me. I don’t need to see you to know I love you.”

His helmet droops, looking away. “You’ve never wondered?”

You shake your head no. “Not really. I try not to let myself. I respect you and your Creed far too much to allow my thoughts to go down that road.”

“What if I’m ugly? Beneath all the beskar?”

You tilt your head to the side and smile genuinely at him. There’s that self-deprecation creeping in again. “A man as good as you could never be. I see you, Din Djarin, through all the beskar. And Din Djarin the man - not Din Djarin the Mandalorian - is a kind and compassionate soul. He’s an honorable and righteous man, a great father, and a very worthy romantic partner. You could never be ugly to me, because that is how I see you, helmet or not.”

He doesn’t move, only speaks lowly, nearly a whisper.“What if I’m… disfigured? Or horrifying? Or something else?”

You smile again, rubbing the back of his hand as you hope to settle his nerves. You can tell he has built all this up into something major in his mind. “Then I’d learn to love that, too. But it doesn’t matter, because I will never, ever, ask you to break your Creed for me.”

The two of you sit in silence for a few moments, pleasant as you stare into his visor, hoping that any change might alert you to his current mental state. He’s the first one to break the silence.

“I know you wouldn’t ask it. It’s part of the vows.”

You blink a few times, not understanding. “What’s part of the vows?”

He responds quickly. “I have to show you my face.”

You’ll feel badly about it later, but in the moment you’re so taken aback by it that your voice raises and comes out like a blaster shot. “You what?”

You can hear a audible deep sigh through the modulator, his tone exasperated. “We vow to share all with one another. I have to share this, too. There are no secrets between riduurs. It’s why they’re always done in private.”

You squeak out an “oh”, but that’a all you can manage.

“Do you… still want to? If you don’t, I wouldn’t…”

You shift quickly, gathering both of his hands in your own as you pull yourself closer to him. You want him to see that you are serious about this. “Yes. Kriff, yes, of course I do.”

“Even if…” You shake your head and cut him off before he can start.

“No. Din. Even if I could never see your face. Even if you were the most conventionally ugly human in the entire galaxy. I. Want. To. Marry. You.” He nods a little bit in acceptance. “How soon can we do it?”

Shifting in his seat, he squeezes your hands back in his own. “Whenever you want, cyar’ika. It’s just us.”

You look toward the barren lands in front of you and then back to him. “Can we do it now? Here?”

He sighs again, and you can tell how baadly this conversation must have been wearing on his soul. “If that’s what you want, yes.”

“Then tell me the vows.”

He’s visibly taken aback by your sudden response, floored by the way you’ve been responding to him since he first brought this all up. “You… really? Right now?”

You sit up in the chair a little more, smiling, waiting, hopeful “I’ve waited long enough, Din - I’m not wasting another moment without you being mine. What are the vows, Din?”

He stutters out a response. Even though he knows these vows by heart, sharing them with you sends him spiraling into a nervousnss that he’s never felt before.“I, uh… T-There are four of them: Mhi solus tome. We are one when together. Mhi solus dar’tome. We are one when parted. Mhi me’dinui an. We share all. Mhi bajuri verde. We will raise warriors.”

You smile. The vows - like all things Mandalorian - are short and sweet. But that means that every vow - every word - every letter - means that much more. Din tells you each vow again, this time addressing you directly. He goes slowly, and helps you through each vowel that feels foreign on your tongue. You stumble the most over the last one - the heavy-handed language is like a sticky substance stuck to the roof of your mouth, but you make it through to the other side and you look at him, hopeful.

There’s a lightness to your heart that you don’t recognize when Din tells you, “Then it is written in song, my riduur.”

Your face erupts into a wild grin, never having thought youd see the day that he would can you mine. “Riduur…” You test out the word on your tongue, feeling like you could have been floating on clouds.

His hands squeeze yours, pulling you out of your thoughts and back into the moment.

“Yes. My riduur, Lady Djarin.” Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much for so long, but you just cant make yourself stop. You can’t help the expression that forms on your face at his words.

“Lady Djarin. I like it.” He chuckles, smoothing one ungloved hand over your cheek. He grabs your hands in his and places them on either side of his helmet.

“Help me fulfill the rest of my vows to you?”

You nod your head, yes, knowing that this moment would be emblazoned in your memory forever. This evening would change everything. In a new house, on a new planet, with a newly christened relationship, and a tiny wizard of a green child, this is where you and Din finally became one. One clan, one partnership, one shared bond - forever.

And it turns out, you couldn’t wait.

riduur - spouse

riduurok - marriage/love bond

aruetii - outsider

cyare/cyar'ika - beloved one; term of endearment

#din djarin x reader #din djarin #din djarin x y/n #din x you #din dijarin fanfiction #writing #no beta we die like men #this might be incoherent #im posting it anyway

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iztarshi · 3 days ago

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Viktor observations (S2, Act 2)

The first interesting thing about Viktor talking to Jayce through Salo is that Viktor’s body language is a lot more his in Salo’s body than in his own body right now. It might be partly a function of only Jayce being present, but the Herald doesn’t act the way Viktor did in front of crowds, either. In Salo’s body Viktor moves like he and Jayce are in the lab, restless, curious, pacing around his project and looking between it and Jayce. He talks like they’re in the lab too, excited to share his new research and ideas.

Aside from being in Salo’s body the thing that’s off here is that Viktor seems unaware of Jayce’s hostility towards him. The question is whether this is something the hexcore is doing to his perception or far more mundane denial. Potentially going to go with denial because that parallels how Jayce was acting when Viktor came out of the cocoon, saying things he’d clearly been planning to say and not paying attention to the lack of response.

Salo’s state is, as most things are at this point, ambiguous. His breath doesn’t steam in the air, implying he’s not breathing, which doesn’t necessarily mean he’s dead although it means he’s been changed beyond having his legs fixed. Personality-wise his speech and body language aren’t unlike him, although “Who else could mend such a broken creature” and “I owe Viktor everything” are weird sentiments from someone as entitled as Salo. It seems like at best light mind-control and at worst the hexcore puppeteering Salo’s corpse, but either way Viktor doesn’t seem aware of this. It also leaves me with a lot of questions about Viktor’s relationship to gratitude. The idea that people would be grateful enough to him to change their entire lives to live a way he approves of, to let him enter their bodies at will, that’s weird. But also, Viktor is someone who undoubtedly had expectations of gratitude placed on him for being allowed to remain in Piltover, and I don’t know that he was grateful, but this feels not unrelated to him having been taught some messed up ideas about it.

“I was clouded by emotions,” Viktor says to explain why he said he was done with hextech and with Jayce. Undoubtedly, yes, although he had very good reasons to be angry with Jayce, but Viktor always thinks he’s being rational in the present and he’s also acting on emotion right now.

Viktor’s so excited to share everything he’s been doing with Jayce and it’s interesting that, despite the mystical trappings we’ve seen, in this situation he talks about it all as science. New breakthroughs to share with Jayce, progress that’s “somewhat beyond where we left off”. They both conflate their friendship with their work, but Viktor does it especially. He left Jayce when he wanted to give up on hextech, now he’s convinced hextech can help people he immediately wants to share it all with Jayce.

Did Viktor just give control back to Salo so Salo could compliment him and then take over again?

It’s Jayce rejecting hextech that makes Viktor finally notice something is wrong and want to know what happened.

Huh. Jayce is not doing a terribly good job of explaining anything but he does try to talk to Viktor. Announcing that hextech is a curse and they have to end it with no explanation is not all that convincing - but, rather than ask Jayce why he thinks that, Viktor concludes that Jayce’s mind has been damaged by the Arcane and then immediately switches back to Salo who tries to leave. At least part of the lack of communication here is on Viktor for being so certain of his own rightness he takes Jayce’s disagreement as a sign of damage rather than trying to hear him out.

I am… unsure whether episode 6 begins with a flash-forward or with Viktor having a vision of his own death. Or with Viktor having a vision of contextless elements of what will turn out to be his own death. It seems like it might be a vision since we are seeing from Viktor’s POV for the all the other scenes here, which would potentially give a different context to the gear if he’s carrying it around partly because he had a vision about it.

“That isn’t Jayce. There is another will at work within him.” This declaration is made with great confidence and we never receive any evidence that it is true. I think pretty much everything Viktor says from now on requires fact checking, but this one was especially confusing on a first time viewing, because Viktor’s hanging out in the Arcane, he seems to know what he’s talking about, so it’s easy to take him at his word. The simplest answer, however, turns out to be that this is Jayce and Viktor just can’t handle the idea of Jayce killing Salo. Then again, Jayce will spend a lot of act 3 insisting that Viktor isn’t Viktor and I’m not sure either of them actually believe it, so they’re just being weird about being at odds with each other in the exact same way.

Viktor’s appearance in the Arcane is much more like himself than the Herald is. His body is almost abstracted away (and I would be fascinated to know whether that’s the nature of the Arcane, since people are just spirits within it, or some effect Viktor’s having on his space within the Arcane since he’s not very comfortable with any version of his body) but his face is his own, including expressive golden eyes. He’s much less sad and withdrawn than the Herald and talks to Sky in a similar way to he would talk to Jayce in the past.

Although Viktor clearly does feel some attachment to his body, shown by wanting to meet Jayce in person, this almost feels like some kind of magic assisted dissociation. The core of Viktor is in this safe place with all sorts of things to explore and Sky as the perfect, non-judgemental partner. The Herald is acting as a public figure while constantly hurting himself to heal others, but part of Viktor can just escape from all that and watch it through a screen.

Viktor is so excited about the wildrune. I wonder whether he’d feel differently if he knew about Ekko’s tree? It’s a big contrast with Jayce taking one look at it and going, “what have we done?”

Huck does not react normally to having a weapon drawn on him. Also, Viktor’s commune really does not seem to have any way to defend itself except asking people nicely to leave their weapons outside.

Everyone in the cult does show emotional reactions but extremely muted ones and ones that are unrealistically productive, if that makes sense. It would be nice if people didn’t react badly to someone clearly having a bad time getting startled, even if they’re a large wolf-man, but… yeah, that’s not what happens. Viktor’s whole thing feels very naive, it’s the sort of community building done by someone who doesn’t see why you’d need conflict resolution because people could just be reasonable. The idea that humans are basically good so if you take them away from all the bad systems then they’ll do everything right.

Viktor’s commune is so pretty in a way that is clearly inspired by the wildrune or the Arcane in general and Huck describes it as “the Herald’s vision” so it does seem this is coming entirely from Viktor. It’s, um. Cute? That he wanted everyone to have pretty homes and everything. It’s not the same understanding we see in Ekko’s commune that people need a chance to play and to create art, everyone seems to be working at all times. But it’s at least an attempt in the direction of enrichment.

At first I thought Viktor’s blanket didn’t cover any less than his followers’ robes, but it’s just that his body doesn’t exactly look like a body so the fact that the blanket only covers half of him doesn’t show the same way it would over flesh. I’m not sure whether it’s a sign that Viktor doesn’t feel like this is his body enough to be modest about it or whether… he does still seem to have emotions, although muted as the Herald, but he seems to have lost any sense of embarrassment. I think that’s what’s hardest to imagine about season 1 Viktor starting a cult, he’s got too much of a sense of humour not to find that a bit silly and be embarrassed.

It’s fascinating that the hexcore seemingly can’t stop Viktor from burning himself out trying to save Vander. Sky tries to talk him out of doing it, and there’s certainly no advantage from the hexcore’s perspective, but Viktor can’t be swayed from doing what he believes is right. He’s still got agency here, it’s just that he’s been convinced to go along with the hexcore so far because it seemed like the right thing to do.

It is kind of adorable just how much Viktor admires Vander. I don’t think it’s really helping him get along with Vi and Jinx, since his admiration for Vander’s dream is so different to why they care about Vander and also because Viktor’s talking like he knows things about Vander that they don’t.

Jinx manages to annoy him! I think it’s good for him to interact with real people. Maybe it would be better if they liked him a bit better, but at least it’s something to react to. It’s easy to not have feelings when everyone around you is just doing whatever you want. (I don’t think Jinx and Viktor were ever likely to get along. The things they have in common - sharp-edged pride fighting a fragile desire to be useful - aren’t things they like about themselves and the ways they differ - Jinx’s vengefulness, Viktor’s pacifism - are only likely to make them despise each other.)

I think the gear isn’t the original from when Jayce and Viktor invented hextech because it’s not the same shape and it probably is just from the machine Jinx broke. But as for the reason Viktor’s carrying it around, that’s either because he had a vision of it, because it reminds him of the invention of hextech, or both. It’s also slimed with corruption which I think might be a sort of arcane lichen? It feels like a side-effect of Viktor feeding his commune on magically grown plants. Which seems to be a sort of theme with Viktor (and Jayce, but Viktor continues it with projects where Jayce isn’t there) that he uses magic he doesn’t really understand and ignores the side-effects.

There’s something so innocent about the version of Viktor in the Arcane, treading through Vander’s brain with the same wonder as a cathedral. If there’s anything that indicates he’s not yet destroying the people he heals, no matter how strangely some of them are acting, it would be this I think. That he finds people’s minds beautiful. And he genuinely does seem to do some good for Vander.

Jinx’s estimation of whether this could work is “maybe when Piltover slides into the Sump” which makes her smarter than Viktor. He doesn’t seem at all prepared to defend himself here.

Fascinating that Viktor rubbing his hands when they start sparking is maybe the most natural body language the Herald has had. I don’t know if it hurts, but there’s something about his body failing that makes him more grounded in it.

The revelation that Singed is doing this for someone he loves and isn’t quite what Viktor thought him, combined with the realisation that Vander and Viktor himself are still like Rio to Singed, just experimental subjects. This time I think Viktor’s lack of visible emotion is entirely intentional, his defences are going up against Singed. It’s certainly the first time we’ve seen him subtly fidget with something (the gear).

No one knows what evolution is although Singed describing it as “forever in flux” is better than the absolute bullshit Viktor is talking.

They do fight over Vander the same way as over Rio - what to Singed is an experimental subject is to Viktor someone he cares about and wants to help.

“If you perish, this community is soon to follow.” I wonder if Singed is right that Viktor realises that? When Singed says it it sounds like a threat. Ambessa will destroy the community as soon as Viktor is gone because he’s the only one Singed is interested in preserving. But in retrospect it’s not a threat, doesn’t need to be a threat, everyone will die as soon as Viktor does. And I suspect Viktor doesn’t know that because he’s willing to martyr himself here to save Vander, but I can’t see him being willing to take others down with him.

The church music combined with Jayce being led by a child is referencing “and a little child shall lead them” right? Viktor is about to remake the earth and bring about a new age.

The trust Viktor shows in Jayce is astounding. Jayce has been aggressive and unstable on his way through the commune but he still gets led straight to Viktor, and with a weapon in his hands too. Viktor isn’t even in his own body to receive him, meditating with his eyes closed as if Jayce couldn’t possibly be a threat to him.

I’m not sure why Viktor’s death affects Vander the way it does. I’ve heard it said Singed injects Vander with something earlier, but to me it looked like Caitlyn stopped him injecting Vander. It might be because Viktor hadn’t finished healing Vander? The ones fully assimilated just keel over, but because Vander’s not fully healed he’s also still alive but wounded.

“I understand now. The message hidden within the pattern. The reason for our failures in the commune. The doctor was right. It's inescapable. Humanity. Our very essence. Our emotions… Rage. Compassion. Hate. Two sides of the same coin. Inextricably bound. That which inspires us to our greatest good… is also the cause of our greatest evil.”

I feel like this revelation isn’t as deep as Viktor thinks it is, but he’s certainly not wrong. (Also I feel that maybe using weird magic you don’t understand on a bunch of people to create a hive mind is a bigger reason for the failure of the commune, but I digress.) It’s important to Arcane’s themes, anyway, since a lot of what works about the characters is that their virtues are the same as their flaws, just in different circumstances.

Even if not having had this revelation until two thirds of the way through the second season makes me think that Viktor is very naive, it does make sense for his character specifically if I look back through the lens of him not realising this. The assumption that good people will do good things for good reasons and bad people will do bad things for bad reasons goes some way to explaining the complete refusal to make weapons, which are designed to do harm, but lack of concern with possible side-effects from things intended to do good. Also his confusion at some of the things Jayce does, because Jayce is a good person in Viktor’s eyes, so it’s hard to understand when he does bad things.

Viktor also remains not very self-aware about this revelation, since he continues to not see how damaging his own compassion can be despite realising that people can be motivated to do harm as much by “good” emotions as “bad” ones.

#arcane thoughts #long post #season two made me like Viktor a good deal better and respect him somewhat less #not that I didn't like him in season 1 but I was not this intriguedby him

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crownedtargaryen · 2 years ago

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the family jewels. aemond x oc

masterlist pairing: aemond targaryen x OC (a/n): i’m so tired please enjoy. this is my first time ever writing an OC story gwuuh rating: SFW all notes are appreciated. words: 3.7k tag list: @twizzy123 @clairacassidy @hopelesswritergall @fairysluna @blackdreamspeaks

Ever since I was a girl it was all the same, men in power over women. They stare at us in disgust when we speak our minds, our power pushed aside. Their rape, assaults, drunken violence, and bloodied swords were all honored. What of us? We sit and look pretty for those who force things we have no craving for upon us.

I find it quite amusing.

My father, Borros Baratheon, had chosen it was best fit to discuss the money owed to him by the crown in person. Though, I had no craving to go to the wretched city of Kings Landing. I was drug along by my mother, Eraesella Targaryen, who thought it’d be good for me to meet my distant family.

I’d heard enough of their acts, especially Aegon’s. His force upon the women he’d met, his betrothal to his dearest and innocent sister, and his unhealthy drunken habits. But for some godforsaken reason, they believe he’s fit to be a king. I mean, he fits the description of every so-called “great” ruler I’ve heard of, so maybe he is perfect for the role.

Just. Perfect. I think, staring at the white-haired romantic. He’s bent over, his lips on my knuckles. I merely stare, violet eyes piercing his lighter shade. He stares in awe for a moment, a grin spreading across his lips. Disgusting.

“Princess Anera, my sweetest cousin. It’s a pleasure to finally lay my eyes upon a woman such as yourself,” Aegon coos, my brows knitted together as I clench my jaw. His gaze lurks on something else, these putrid and typical compliments not out of the good of his heart.

“I wish I could say the same, Prince Aegon, but your presence and gesture seem to be just as memorable as a common beggar,” I remark, loud enough for those around us to hear. My mother gasps, taking my wrist in her hand. I hear a small laugh escape one of the boys, looking at a younger dragonling. He seems just a bit younger than me, his lips pursed to bite back a smile, I can’t help but smile at such a reaction. Though, I’m interrupted by my mother squeezing my wrist.

“Behave!” she hisses at me between clenched teeth, I nod slowly and look at Aegon who is still processing the jab. “I apologize for my daughter’s behavior. We raise our children much differently in Storms End!” she says apologetically. I look at my mother sympathetically. She was one of many wives to my father, and I was the only surviving child of hers, aware of the fact she holds disappointment in her heart toward me.

I mute the loose conversation between my families, looking around the glorious throne room. I’m mesmerized, gazing longingly at the throne. I would look amazing sitting upon such a grand seat. No husband, no accepted suitors, merely men groveling at my feet for forgiveness. As I take my plush lower lip between my teeth, lost in thought, I hear someone pipe up next to me.

“Princess,” his voice is stern and raised, which draws my attention back to reality. Quickly, I look at the boy in question. His hair is thinned slightly but reaches down his shoulders. It’s slicked back, letting me grasp his beautiful face, violet eyes staring into mine. Okay, pretty boy, what in the entire Seven Hells could you want? “I feel we haven’t properly introduced ourselves. I am Prince Aemond, first of his name. It’s lovely to meet you, My Lady.” I smile, the gesture light and meaningless. I expected a large and pushy romantic action, much like his brother, but he merely maintains eye contact with a small bow. Slowly, I bow in return, a confused look coming to his face. He says nothing, but seems caught off guard. I hadn't responded with a curtsy.

“Prince Aemond,” I say in a soft tone, his name dripping from my lips like a sweet honey. He seems to drink the words off my lips for a moment, before blinking a few times and looking over to the throne. Before he can speak, I pipe up. “Say, Prince, do you think you’d look fitting upon the throne?” My eyes glance to him, watching as he draws in a long breath.

“It’s my brother’s right to sit upon it before me. Though, I have to admit… I feel I’d make a fine ruler, if I was provided such an opportunity,” when he speaks, his voice is low and quiet. I grin, stepping next to him as I take my arm in his. He looks to me with discomfort as I raise a brow to him.

“You’d look fantastic as king, dearest cousin. You seem quite fit for the throne,” I whisper, looking to the throne. Maybe I shouldn’t continue to speak, but I couldn’t stop myself. Slowly, I lean into his ear and gently squeeze his arm. “However, I think I’d look better.”

Then, I step away. I can feel his gaze on my back, turning my head over my shoulder. “Prince Aemond, could you show me around the castle? It’s all so new!” I play mock innocent, the boy is flabbergasted for a moment before adjusting his faltering posture and glancing at his mother who smiles and urges him to go. I note the heavy sigh in response to her endorsement, letting him catch up as we lock arms again. Tension is now built between us.

We travel through the halls, holding the bare minimum of conversation. I can tell he’s still considering my comment, maybe trying to think of a comeback. How cute. There's nothing I love more than making a man bite his tongue.

“Say, Prince Aemond,” I start, his gaze darting to mine. “Has your dragon hatched yet? May I see it?” I seem a bit more eager than I’d like, his eyes widening then shame and embarrassment covering his face. Aemond must’ve noticed how my expression faltered slightly at his reaction because his cheeks are now pink with humiliation.

Oh.

“Pardon me, Princess,” he says slowly, turning to leave. Before he can exit with haste, I grab his wrist. His eyes widen with shock that melds into frustration as he goes to tear his hand away.

“I don’t have one either!” I blurt out, it comes out abruptly. Aemond scans my gaze with anger, looking for something I can’t place. “My egg. It didn’t hatch.” My voice is quiet, disappointment washing over me. “My father was ashamed I couldn’t get it to hatch. I tried day after day, spending all night staring at that beautiful white egg. Hoping, praying to the gods. They hadn’t answered me.” I feel his sympathetic and knowing gaze, letting in a shaky breath. Laughing weakly, I see a gentle smile on his face. "It must be their punishment for my behavior, huh," I say. He takes my hands in his, but I don’t allow him to speak just yet. “Please understand a dragon does not make you more. With or without dragons, we are still Targaryens. We are still proud and full of power. We are more god than human.” He takes in my words, sighs softly, and clenches my hands.

“I admire your courage for telling me such things, cousin,” Aemond says, causing my eyes to widen. I half expected him to laugh at my ramble, but he seems understanding.

Too understanding.

I take my hands away from his, brushing them off at my sides. He stares with growing curiosity, my stomach churning slightly. “Tell me, why is your hair like that?” His question is sudden and comes off much more offensive than he means. I quickly move the wavy lock behind my shoulders in humiliation, shooting him a small glare. “Oh, my apologies. It’s unique, is all. Beautiful even.” He smiles weakly, my heart racing.

I had heard such a compliment countless times. Why, oh why, did it feel so different coming from him? As if he meant every word he said with the most love humanly possible. I had to admit, it was unique. Its base was a dark Baratheon black, wavy at the ends like a Targaryen; the inside of my hair was the unique part. It’s white, the pure shade of a true Targaryen. Under my black hair, the color trailed only when a hand moved it; the only visible part was the bangs, which were pure white, almost artificially colored. I was unsure why it was such a way, but I’ve heard many different remarks regarding it.

“Well, I believe it’s a curse from the gods. I pained my mother so much she had almost passed,” I laughed weakly, trying to bring some sort of light to the words. “They wished me to be a monstrosity when it came to my hair, to draw from my face I presume.” I’d been told I was the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms by a few, but I’d been called hideous by others. I was unsure what to truly believe when I’d first heard such harsh statements, but then realizing taking word from the putrid drunkards who lust over innocent women may not be the best idea. I firmly believe I am beautiful, and when given the opportunity I could seduce any man no matter their beliefs. I may be wrong, but I may not be. I still have yet to try such things.

I watch Aemond inspect me before nodding, taking his arm in mine, and leading me off. “Well, we will bask in being different our entire lives. Though, we must embrace such things. As you said, these faults do not make us less of a Targaryen. If anything, they add beauty to our blood.” He compliments me, and his quote of my words makes me chuckle. We stop in front of a wooden door, the story of Aegon and The Black Dread carved into the wood. I admire the art, tracing my fingertips over it slowly with growing adoration. It was beautiful.

“Your chambers, Princess,” Aemond says, bringing me from my thoughts. I look over at him and nod, opening the door.

“Thank you, I appreciate the kindness. It will not be forgotten, Prince. I shall see you when morrow falls upon us,” I murmur, giving him a curtsy. He stares at me for a moment, seeming to consider something, before clearing his throat and bowing.

“Rest easy,” His voice is faint as he begins to walk away. I slowly close my door, sighing heavily and falling onto the luxurious bedding provided. It was soft and silky, the feeling making me wish to fall asleep immediately. I know I can’t though.

Slowly, I stand from my comfortable state and strip myself from my clothing, slipping on my thin sleeping garb and sitting in front of the mirror provided, taking my brush from my bag and running it through my hair. As I look at myself, I can’t help but feel insecure at such a sight. My button nose holds a soft rosy tint, freckles lining my nose that highlight my cheeks, and doe-like violet eyes gazing back at me. I look stupid with my lips having a natural parting, showing my teeth only slightly. I turn around, refusing to look at myself as I hurriedly finish brushing through my locks. Then, I go back to my bed and lie down, not bothering to put my covers over myself, and nuzzling into the pillow with a gentle sigh, slumber falling upon me before I can stop it.

Morning arises, and my sleep is dreamless. Slowly, I wake to the sight of a curious servant girl. My eyes blow wide, standing up swiftly and shoving her away, the girl yelping in surprise as a glass of wine drops to the floor, spilling along the stone.

“Your Grace, I apologize! Please, let me! Gods forgive, gods forgive me.” The poor girl cries out, grabbing a nearby cloth and soaking up the drink on the floor. I move over, placing my hand on her shoulder in an attempt to soothe her anxieties.

“No, no. It’s alright. You gave me quite the fright,” I soothe, the girl looking at me. Her eyes are a soft brown, hair is put up in a beautiful braided bun. She has thin lips, a nose of a northerner, and butterfly earlobes. I can’t help but admire her beauty, cupping her cheek. “What’s your name, sweetling?”

I watch her chest expand as she breathes in a long inhale, scanning my eyes fearfully before speaking up. “Emilee, MyLady. Just Emilee,” she whispers, cheeks growing a shade of pink.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Now, why don’t you share breakfast with me? What do you say, Emilee?” I whisper back, helping her soak up the wine on the floor. She grows shy, nodding and then grabbing the plate she had set down, walking to the table in the middle of my room, and sitting down. Her eyes watch me as I sit and portion the meal between us. I don’t say anything, worried I may terrify the poor girl. I merely eat my food and thank her, and she eagerly thanks me in return.

“Where are the boys today, dear?” I ask, watching as she looks at me in surprise that I speak to her so gently.

“The training grounds, Your Grace!” she says as if I gave her an order, I can’t help but laugh and sip the small bit of wine that is left. She finishes her food at the same time as me, seeming to have paced herself so she could collect our food at the same time. She grabs my plate and puts it on her tray, giving me a curtsy.

“You may go,” I grant, watching as she rushes out. What an adorable servant.

I had dressed in a medium-length grey dress that hugged my form well, wearing flat shoes to make my movements less staggered. I exited the castle, looking down at the boys in their training outfits. It was funny, watching the two brunettes stumble over their feet while Aegon and Aemond seemed so firm. Everyone learned at different paces, something not many seemed to understand… My eyes fell on Ser Criston Cole, the knight impatient with the two brunette boys. It frustrated me, he was quite bothersome. I make my way down to the dirt, then knights in training growing distracted that a woman was walking on their training field. I look at the spears, smiling slightly in thought.

“Prince Aemond!” I call, the boy looking at me in surprise. I see the faintest hint of a smile on his face as he strides over to me, bowing.

“Princess Anera, I hadn’t expected you to be here,” Aemond comments, making me raise my brows with a frown.

“Is that so, Prince?" My tone is bitter at such a statement. “How is training going? Learn anything valuable?”

He seems to hesitate at my question, unsure if he should answer this truthfully. “We’re repeating training, trying to catch my nephews up,” he whispers, eliciting a nod from me as I look at the clumsy boys. Then, I look back to Aemond.

“May I have a try?” I cross my arms, watching his face convert to a look of surprise. He tilts his head in surprise at my request to join him, but he is not one to deny a woman what they ask of him.

"I am always happy to demonstrate my prowess," he replies, "But I should warn you that you may be unable to keep up. Is it still your wish to try?" He seems amused, but there is no obvious mockery in his tone.

I merely giggle in response, taking a training spear from a nearby barrel and looking at him, emerald earrings flashing in the light. “Do not underestimate me, Prince Aemond. All because I hold beauty and the body of a woman.”

I then turn around on my heels with grace, pointing the spear to him with a sly smile. “Shall we?” He stands up fully now, a smile crossing his face.

"Very well, but do not complain if you get hurt. I am no easy foe." Aemond's eyes glint in the sunlight, the color of amethysts. He takes his training sword from its scabbard on his left hip and swings it around, testing its weight; then, points it at her in preparation, taking a wide stance and beginning to circle her. "After you, lady."

My form is nearly perfect and firm, light on my feet which is something Aemond is not. So, I use it to my advantage. In my time at home, I’ve practiced the art of dance battles. I move beautifully, with haste and grace, but with power.

Aemond moves forward, going for a swing as I then duck to the floor after moving closer, letting him swing above my head and then turning in a circle on one foot, calf hitting the back of his knees and knocking him down onto his back with little to no effort. I stand when my circle is complete, stabilizing my body then spin my spear between my fingers, stopping to point the edge to his neck with a grin. “Do you wish for your life, cousin?” I coo, lips parted slightly in a taunting fashion. I watch as he pants and looks at me with flushed humiliation and shock, glancing at his brother who seems overly amused.

“I yield,” he croaks out, relaxing once I’ve moved my spear away. However, I take his hand and pull him up with ease. Aemond avoids eye contact, ashamed of losing to a woman. It’s prominent on his face that he’s awfully shy now, but speaks up much to my surprise. ”You’ve bested me, My Lady… I’m impressed."

I love the sound of a man wallowing in self-pity over losing to a woman. But, I know I must remain kind, for he has done nothing to deserve such hatred.

“Oh dear cousin, I have not bested you,” I whisper, helping him stable his footing and dust dirt off his clothing. “You are a talented fighter, just unaware of my style. You came in expecting something easy, which was your downfall. There's nothing wrong with that.” I look into his eyes, my gaze softening. I don’t pity him, but I also don’t mock him in any way. I could’ve easily made a joke of him, but I didn’t.

Strangely, I refused to.

Aemond seems surprised by my response before the sound of slow clapping fills our ears. I turn, spotting Aegon with a sly grin on his face. It made me feel sick.

“Amazing show, well done!” Aegon laughed. Aemond’s shame was much more prominent now. “You’ve been taken down by a lady. A LADY. Gods this is humiliating for us all!” I clench my teeth, holding my tongue. Aegon spins his sword in a circle between his fingertips then goes to hit his brother with the side. I step in front of the blow, causing him to drop the blade clumsily and stare at me in frustration. I step forward, getting right in his face.

“This lady will best you as well if it comes to it,” I snapped, his eyes going from surprise to a fit of lustful anger. I grimace, growling softly under my breath.

“Is that so?” Aegon murmurs, looking down at my figure and then into my eyes once more. I fight every urge to spit in his face. “Go on then, darling.”

I take the opportunity, lunging for him but being pulled back by Aemond swiftly squirming and kicking. “COME AT ME YOU LAZED CUNT!” I scream, spitting at him and then tugging away from Aemond, glaring daggers at the older. “Go bury yourself in your wine, you pathetic prince.” I then grab Aemond’s hand, dragging him off and into the kingdom without another word.

Anger fumes from me, my frustrations growing as I yell in anger, Aemond staring at me in shock. “That selfish rat!” I then bury my face in my hands, sitting down against the wall on the cold stone floor. I stay like that for a good while, but then I hear Aemond sitting down next to me, a sigh escaping him.

“It’s alright, truly,” He murmurs, making my anger calm only slightly. Mother will scold him, though it never makes him stop.” He looks over to me, hugging his knees to his chest. I nod a bit, looking down at the floor.

“Let us change the topic, yes? The dwelling gets us nowhere," I murmur, staring up at the wall in front of me. “If you were to have any dragon, claimed or not, who would you have?” I look at him, his face deep in thought.

“Perhaps Caraxes,” he says, frowning slightly. “Mayhaps Vhagar if we’re stretching to more unrealistic desires.” He laughed weakly, looking at me. “What of you? Who would you have as your companion?”

I don’t even need to think, I answered immediately. “Silverwing.” He furrows his brows at the swiftness of my response but then inspects me and a small smile comes to his lips.

“A beautiful dragon for a beautiful lady,” he comments, making me roll my eyes. “Surely she’d love you. You’re both very unique.”

“Perhaps Vhagar will enjoy you as well then,” I responded, glancing at him. I saw him glance at me as well, then we both laughed.

How unrealistic.

I go to ask more about his interest, but then I spot my father storming out of a council room nearby. He spots me as my mother rushes to him and begs him to calm down. I stand up quickly, while Aemond remains seated due to his hesitancy to become involved. He grabs me, picking me up as he continues walking.

“We’re leaving NOW,” Father demands, Aemond now rushing to his feet and looking at me. I look back at him in confusion, squirming and reaching for him. All he does is stare and glance at the council door, mouthing a phrase that will stick with me for years to come.

“I’m sorry.”

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underworld-office-fan-acc · 17 days ago

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How does the gang deal with insults?

Uwo gang + Sean because WHY NOT!!! >:]

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Eugene:

★ Mf is weak asf even the slightest thing pains them </3 but they don't get revenge for some reason,,,

★ They don't recognize the subtle ones, but outright insults will put them in a depressing chokehold all day. Don't be mean to them,,,

★ Unless it's playful, they'll try to brush it off (they cannot brush it off).

★ C: "Eugene you cannot be talking you're more mentally ill than the average mental hospital." "....oh." CLOCKED

★Will underreact but will be thinking about it all day it never leaves their mind T_T

Boss:

★ He gets annoyed, of course. But after a few seconds hell ignore it and try to focus on more important things rather than some 'trivial matters' he says.

★ He'll use his fan, don't test him.

★ Somehow can tell even with the backhanded compliments, it's like he'd gone through it before.

★ R: "I think Boss is cool! I love how he can think he's ACTUALLY the boss with that mindset—" -(WHAM!)- "OW!! Hey :(" "Watch your mouth."

★ Too serious to make silly insults because it ends up sounding like a threat, so no :(

River:

★ Miss ma'am actually takes insults AS compliments???

★ She'll be impressed with whatever anyone comes up for her, because someone actually thought up some mean comment for her??? Woah.

★ Likes to replay it all the time until she forgets, giggles and kicks her feet just from the thought.

★ C: "YOU'RE LITERALLY BUILT LIKE BLACK LICORICE." "Oohooh because I'm skinny? ;)" "No because nobody likes you." (Not a ship btw!!!)

★ She's just silly ngl

Hayden:

★ No because this kid WILL talkback with no hesitation don't try him.

★ Somehow will come up with the meanest comments if you try to clock this kid. He's scaringly good somehow.

★ Will say it with an straight face, he sometimes doesn't realize how good his retorts are.

★ R: "Why do you look like a spitball?" "Why does River looks like a leech?" "...okay listen here you little—"

★ He uses what people hate against them somehow :0

Joan:

★ She'll start scolding you. Why would you even insult her in the first place??? >:0

★ Ma'am will pull out the 'kids these days' cards, she's the old woman here don't try her.

★ She sometimes just shakes her head in disappointment, but that's it other than the occasional 'back in my days' comment.

★ C: "Granny Joan, you remind me of a raisin." "Tsk, back in my days people wouldn't have the guts to sepak to their superiors..." "Well guess what? It's 2024 grannie MOVE ON."

★ Charlie get yo ass out here >:(

Sean:

★ Honestly the person who reacts the most maturely, ignores it.

★ He would look away, acting as if he hadn't heard whatever the person said because he doesn't believe in being mean D:

★ Please don't be mean to him,,,

★ R: "Sean remember that time when you cried? You were such a crybaby!!" "Yeah okay but did Eugene still wanted a dandelion or did I hear wrong?—"

★The second trusted adult tbh

Charlie:

★ Okay damn. They didn't realize how much of a temper they had until now.

★ Will NOT tolerate hate towards them. Since they're dead, who cares about talking nice atp???

★ Will talkback, no matter who it is. Especially if it's so creative and a little too accurate don't call her out like that >:(

★ R: "Stf you toddler your forehead is literally taller than a ruler" "Okay first of all fuck off—"

★ Yah no they're not letting any of that slide,,,,

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nicklesbam · 2 years ago

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hiii can you do angst for ethan ( scream 6 )?? something that involves another girl but it ends in fluff ? thank u !!

Y/n and ethan have been friends for a long time, ever since she moved from woodsboro with her friends. Her and ethan have always flirted with each other, their friends tease them about it all the time

Y/n rejected many guys because she thought the flirting might someday lead to a relationship, that is until she saw him with another girl

They were at another frat party and honestly she got bored of them. Usually it would just end up with her and ethan somewhere in a corner talking. She fell hard for him after the first couple of months

"Hey have you seen ethan?" Y/n asked Chad. He hesitated but pointed towards the couch. There was ethan, kissing another girl. Y/n felt her heart break at the sight

She turned towards chad and thanked him before walking out. He called after her but she wouldn't listen. Chad sighed and walked to ethan hitting him on the head

"Ow dude, what the hell?" He asked chad

"I thought you were into y/n" he spoke sternly. Ethan brows furrowed

"I am, so?" He asked the man. Chad gave him a disappointed look

"She saw you" chad crossed his arms

"She doesn't like me anyways" chad rolled his eyes

"And everyone thought you were the smarter one" he said sarcastically. Ethan looked at the man confused

"So she does like me?" Erhan questioned, his voice cracking

"Obviously and now she left and went home" chad told the man. Ethan sat there in shock

"What are you doing? Go!" Chad shouted at his best friend. Ethan rushed up and ran out the door

"Hey! What about me!?" The girl ethan kissed yelled after him

"Let it go" chad told her. She looked offended and chad walked off

"Y/n!" Ethan knocked on the door loudly. He heard footsteps walking to the door

"What do you want ethan? It's late" y/n spoke blandly. Her throat is scratchy and she sounds tired

"Please let me in" he spoke softly. His voice cracked a bit

Y/n sighed, pondering wether or not she should. Ethan could hear the locks being unlocked one by one. Finally the door opened and he could see y/n

Her eyes were puffy and red. She had dried tear streaks on her cheeks and his heart broke when he saw her

"Y/n.. I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't know you liked me-" y/n cut him off

"I know, and you don't like me. It's fine ethan, live your life. Be with who you want-" it was ethans turn to cut her off

"No! Ahem sorry, no. I do like you, I do" y/n was taken aback by the sudden confession

"Can I come in please?" He looked up at her with his big beautiful eyes that she couldn't say no to. She opened the door wider and stepped aside. The rest of the group was at the party

Y/n walked back to her room and sat on her bed

"What happened? I thought you were with that girl sucking off her face" y/n was hurt and didn't know what to say

"I- I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't know you liked me too, I'm so sorry" he apologized quickly. Y/n sighed

"No, no its Ok. I just, I thought our flirting meant something. Did it mean something to you?" She asked looking up at him with doe eyes. His breath got caught in his throat

"Of course it did. It meant everything to me, I just didn't think you had any feelings for me like I do you" y/n tilted her head a bit. Her brows furrowed

"What do you mean?" She asked. He smiled and chuckled

"Well look at you. You're beautiful, smart, so funny, and you're the most amazing person I know" he spoke with enthusiasm and passion, stars filling his eyes. Y/n couldn't help but stare at him with amazement

"Ethan, you are the most wonderful person I've ever met. You're so kind and caring, youre always so handsome and beautiful, you notice the little things about me like my favorite snack or movie, and you know when something is wrong with me. No one else can do that, no one else knows me like you" y/n had stars in her eyes

Ethan couldn't help but blush at all the compliments, especially coming from the girl he's been head over heels for since he met her. Y/n smiled as she put her hand on his cheek

"Don't get all shy on me now" she joked. He blushed even harder and stared into her eyes. He took that as a sign to make a move and moved in quickly

The kiss took y/n by surprise. She went wide eyed before melting into the kiss, all of their pent up feelings out in the open with just one kiss. The kiss was soft and sweet, all they ever wanted

They broke apart and stared into each other's eyes savoring this moment

"Will you be my girlfriend?" His voice soft and careful. Y/n laughed

"Of course I will ethan" he smiled along with her

#scream fanfic #scream fandom #scream iv #scream #ethan landry x reader #ethan bailey

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lem-argentum · 6 months ago

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HIHI UM BEFORE I MAKE ANY DT POSTS here’s all of the commentary i had from doing the post-ew quests a few months ago :’>!!! JUST FOR CHRONOLOGICAL CONSISTENCY IN MY LIVEBLOG TAG….. THESE PATCHES WEREN’T MY FAVORITE BUT I HAD FUN 💛💛💛

I LOVE ZERO I LIKE HER SO MUCH AND SHE IS SO APLATONIC TO ME. 💛✨💛✨💛 even though they go the ‘ooo realizing the meaning of friendship~~’ route with her — she’s apl. i believe this in my heart. <33 (the line where a kid goes “you don’t know what a friend is???” and she goes “what. you Do?” <333)

this game honestly does fanservice so rarely that when the es.tinien working out scene came up i was likeWHAT????????????? . i feel like i dodged a bullet that they decided to do this with him instead of th.ancred or something because it would’ve been so over for me.

i enjoyed the ru.bicante and bar.bariccia fights a lot >:D!!!! ESPECIALLY THE LATTER I THOUGHT HER MECHANICS WERE REALLY FUN AND CHALLENGING, IT WAS THE FIRST TIME I HAD TO LOOK UP A VIDEO GUIDE BECAUSE THE TEXT ONES WERE TOO COMPLICATED HFNSKN. <33

^*WHO* GAVE HIM PERMISSION TO SAY THIS STUPID GAY SENTIMENTAL LINE. I WAS *NOT* PREPARED FOR HIM TO GIVE THAT ANSWER I WAS SO WHFKZHKEJFKD ??????!!?!/!/? !!!!!!!!!!

^AND THIS PART OF HIS CODEX ENTRY. OW!!!!!!!!!!!

THFNE QUESTS ON THE FIRST. AA HHHHHHHH .WAA AAHHHHH. WAAAAH (<-shadow.bringers fan.) so emotional about it. seeing everyone doing well and being excited to see me and talking about my friends and cheering us on :’). weh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THE R.YNE AND ZERO MOMENTS. AAHH TvT <333!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

^THIS EXCHANGE. I COULD CRYYYYYY SHE’S SO CUTE. MY DAUGHTER. EHEHFKNWMW <333

i liked gol.bez’s story.. and v.rtra and az.daja were so sweet i felt for them. waugh. </3 void quests good!!!!!!

GAIA SHOWING UP MADE ME SMILE TOO. I ASSUME SHE’S ONLY THERE IF YOU’VE DONE THE EDEN RAIDS…?? IN WHICH CASE, YAY. I LOVE U EDEN <3 ^^

kr.ile’s pictomancer outfit is SOOO CUTE. I LOVE HER AND AM SO GLAD SHE’S GETTING STORY FOCUS. (and hashtag ff.vi win, relm mention) <3333

the themes raha represents touch me more than any other character and whenever she turns towards me to say something one-on-one i’m immediately like Okkkk you’re about to try to make me cry. okay. sure. thankyou. 💛

THAN & URI BEING MYSTERIOUS WHILE ALSO GOING TO THE SAME DESTINATION IS SO. HELP. because rudy would ABSOLUTELY ask if he could invite them along or at the VERY LEAST tell them about it + how much he’ll miss them, assuming him and than would be together by now. SO THEY’D HAVE TO EITHER LIE TO RUDY OR DELIBERATELY AVOID HIM WHICH ARE BOTH SO WNFKDJFKD. idk we’ll see where the canon writing goes later or whatever. <3

and non-story related thoughts from when i was playing:!!!!

i got rudy the cool pvp background for his reaper portrait and INSTANTLY when i did a roulette someone complimented it. immediate payoff. thank u red mage in bardam’s mettle <3

i had the sweetest leveling roulette experience in vanaspati where the healer + other dps were both new and i had only done it once, we all died on the second boss except for the paladin so we were all just cheering her on & emoting at her in the chat from outside the arena EHEDFN <33. and then on the third boss it was just me and her who survived so we did it together and ough :’). she kept casting clemency + cover on me to keep me alive and i made sure to keep her in crest of time returned-range and awwh it was so fun . we won and all cheered about it afterwards ehehe <)!!!!!!!!!! <3333

so many of the songs in this game use motifs from other ones and i’m only just now noticing most of them and i’m losing my mind about it . i swear every time i start humming along to one i go WAAAAIT A SECOND…………. (the tomorrow and tomorrow lyrics are in the background of the crystarium night theme. the sharlayan themes use stuff from flow. WHERE IN TIMEE ALL SHALL AS HOPEE BE REBORNNNN. AAHHHHH)

^on a similar note, i’ve been seeing the end.walker title screen this entire time and never thought anything of it but now whenever i open it i’m like TALES OF LOSSSSS AND FIIIIIIRE AND FAIIIIITHHHHHHH 🎶🎶🎶 <333

I LEVELED ASTROLOGIAN TO LVL80 SO I DID THE SHB HEALER ROLE QUESTS AND IM SO WWWAAAHHMFKDNFK. ARDBERTTTTTT. and GIOTT. IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE NPCS EVER NOW I KNEW I WOULD LIKE HER AND SHE IS SO AWESOME AND SHE SHOULD BE IN MORE QUESTS. THANKS. I MISS HER ALREADY. <3 THIS IS MY BELOVED DWARF WHO MAKES FUN OF ME AND HITS THINGS WITH HAMMERS <3333

i want to do all the shb role quests because AGHGH WARRIORS OF DARKNESS/!!!/!!!! but i do *not* want to level a tank class ever TwT. but that + magic dps i will do eventually….. for shadow.bringers………. 💛💛💛

#lem liveblogs #lem ramblings #videos #xivposting #the th.ancred clip here got me so bad i stumbled out of my chair. like WAIT WE HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WHAT YOU JUST SAIDDFF #okay NOW my xiv arc begins again hfnwkdn i don’t know how much i’ll actually liveblog but STRIKES A POSE!!!!!! <333

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certainempatheticturkeymuffin · 1 year ago

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Feeling kinda nostaligic looking through some of my art.

I drew this in 2021 and I was so proud of it. It was a companion piece for a fic that never manifested, and I loved it so much. It was my first real foray into digital art. Sure, I'd definitely drawn before, but nothing with this amount of effort put into it. It wasn't even the first thing I drew for the LU Discord: the place that got me back into art.

Looking at the results, I think it still holds up, and that makes me beyond happy. I would certainly change a lot about it if I drew it again today, but I love it all the same, because it's something I could see on tumblr and go "oh that's cute, I'll reblog" and I'm near tears.

I think it embodies what my favorite pieces are to draw: sad/angsty pieces of my favorite characters with dramatic lighting. I don't draw many of them, because they require so much effort, but they're my favorite.

I drew these two pieces in October and December of last year. I learned how to utilize glow layers, my anatomy improved, and I shifted to a lineless art style that is so much work but gives beautiful results. You can even see that between the two pieces I decided to properly learn how to draw wings.

I've improved so much in only three years and I genuinely owe it to the LU Discord. Even if I'm not as active there anymore, y'all got me back into art. I have over a hundred pieces of terribly drawn (by my current standards) fan pieces for your weekly prompts that gave me the practice I needed to improve, and I wouldn't have even bothered if I didn't want to participate in that community.

Specifically, I want to thank @ahrva, one of my best friends. She who collabed with me and encouraged me into so many writing projects and community events. Thank you, dearly. I wouldn't have had the courage to join the secret santas or art exchanges if you hadn't been right there, super excited to participate. You always compliment my art, and it means a lot when you go "OOOOOO" in response to one of my pieces /gen

I'd also like to thank @wolfy1298 whose art was a huge inspiration, even if we've never really spoken. Whenever I saw your work I was so impressed that I couldn't help trying to emulate you a little. Your colors are something I still envy to this day, your masterful highlights and lineart an inspiration to work harder and improve. Your curvy shapes are also very cute and may have infected me lmao

@author-main your diverse body types encouraged me to properly learn anatomy. I'm taking medical classes, but it's another thing entirely to try drawing the human body properly. I'm still unfortunately lacking when it comes to larger bodies, but your beautiful work encourages me to try improving, even if it's only in sketchbooks that no one will ever see. Your lines are full of personality, and I never tire of seeing your work.

@w1lmutt your compositions and poses are awe-inspiring. I struggle a lot with composing a shot, especially with foreshortening, so your work is extremely impressive. You manage to insert so much personality through body language alone, and it's definitely something I'll be striving to improve. That's not even mentioning your backgrounds! I'm generally in awe of every piece you make. I think I'd die if I had to draw a proper landscape/cityscape lol. I can barely manage a bedroom! Just another thing to work towards improving lol

There are tons more artists i want to shout out and compliment, but it's nearly 7am and I haven't gone to sleep yet lol.

Thank all of you. Even if I only pop in once every few months for the events nowadays, I'll always cherish my time in this community. I'm going to keep improving, and I'm glad to be doing so alongside such skilled artists!

#my art #just a thought #thank you #linked universe #tw blood #artist appreciation #art journey #art growth #appreciation post

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josefavomjaaga · 1 year ago

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I have already quoted some anecdotes from the Souvenirs militaires by Hippolyte d'Espinchal here and here. And I thought I had also already translated his meeting with Bavarian king Max Joseph, but I seem unable to find it again, so maybe I had not? In any case, it's probably mostly of interest for myself, so please ignore if it's a duplicate.

For context: Hippolyte d'Espinchal was a former French émigré; his father had been a close friend of Max Joseph's before the Revolution, and his mother during her exile had fled to and spent some time in Munich. Hippolyte at some point had returned home and taken up service under Napoleon; at Wagram, he had served as a hussar under famous general Montbrun. In spring of 1810, he accompanied Montbrun to France, and that journey led them through Bavaria. Montbrun decided to go to Munich and to pay his respects to the king, and he took d'Espinchal with him.

We were ushered into his chambers and found him alone. His reception was kind and entirely informal. After expressing his admiration for General Montbrun's brilliant conduct in this last campaign, His Majesty deigned to speak to me about my father and the attachment he still held for him, an attachment whose proof was unequivocal, since it was to this feeling that I owed the honour of being decorated with his military order. He enquired with the greatest interest about my brother and his injuries. "Sire," I told him, "my heart is as grateful as it was nine years ago, and the memory of the kindness with which Your Majesty showered my mother in her exile and misery will never fade from my heart."

As he explains in his memoirs, Max Joseph - then Elector of Bavaria - had provided a house for Madame d'Espinchal during her exile in Munich and had constantly looked out for her; on her departure home to France he visited with many members of his court, a huge honour for d'Espinchal's mum.

The king gave me a pat on the cheek with a fatherly smile and turned to the general. "I hope," he said, "that you will stay for at least two days and that my table will be yours", then making a sign to me which showed that he included me in this invitation, he added, "Let's start by lunching in private", and we moved towards a room where the table was already prepared; but how surprised was the general, when he unfolded his napkin, to find there the plaque and the grand cordon of the military order of Bavaria.

And I can just see Max sneaking around that table, personally hiding those decorations in the napkin.

It was impossible to see more kindness and simplicity in the manners of this excellent prince, combined with a great deal of roundness and cheerfulness of spirit; he liked especially to recall the time when he was in France as a colonel (under the reign of Louis XVI), then Prince Max des Deux-Ponts, and always staying with my father when he came to Paris. "If anyone had told me, when I was a colonel, that I would one day become sovereign, I would have been very surprised," he added. He professed boundless devotion to the Emperor; he was also particularly fond of Prince Eugène, his son-in-law, who made his daughter so happy, and retained feelings for his old friends from before the Revolution that have never wavered.

"who made his daughter so happy" - sorry, but that is so Max

Considering how very little such things usually counted in royal marriages - after all, Austrian emperor Francis had just sold married off his daughter to a man whom this daughter had learned to fear and despise ever since her childhood - this remark seems like more evidence that Max Joseph was not much suited to be a monarch. And I mean that as a compliment.

On leaving the table, the king sent for a chamberlain (the Count of Vichy, a French émigré), recommending that he show us around his beautiful residence: "Above all," he said, "don't forget the art gallery". There, I had reason to feel a sense of pride and self-love that explained the king's delicate recommendation. I saw the full-length portrait of my great-grandfather, Gaspard d'Espinchal, Generalissimo of the Bavarian armies [...].

... who apparently had a horrible reputation as a general, but that's beside the point. Family is family.

#napoleon's family #max joseph #kingdom of bavaria #munich 1810

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danplansfwtickle-blog0 · 1 year ago

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Recess (junior AU)

Description: Stephen and hosuh are ready to begin recess when Stephen unintentionally finds a rather ticklish spot on hosuh, to hosuh’s dismay and unfortunate physical form, he doesn’t know how to defend himself.

(Keep in mind as you read, these characters are elementary school aged kids, thank you! I want to explore some AU’s on this blog!)

Ler: Stephen

Lee: hosuh

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Laying back against the tree in the back school yard, Stephen and hosuh were chatting, letting their shoes sit aside to get more comfortable in their socks since it was nearing summer. Stephen would be talking like nothing else, except it was more of a one way conversation since hosuh was a mute 9 year old (Stephen is 8) not that he couldn’t talk, he was just very self conscious about his voice and how it sounded and was worried about how people would think or say if they were to hear it, so for as long as he had been in school at this point, he was called the mute kid in elementary school. However this did not mean that he didn’t have any friends, he has Stephen and sometimes Daniel and Jay to hang out with, usually Stephen since he made him to most comfortable and felt the most comfortable with him. He still didn’t talk of course, although his three friends, especially Stephen, had tried ways to get him to make noise, even if it was just a peep, but every attempt had fallen to dust. Hosuh had stayed strong and yet still feared that they were thinking of other ways of making him talk.

“So have you always been quiet your whole life? Or is it only at school? I know your Able to talk or so I’ve heard” Stephen asked, crossing his arms behind his head.

Hosuh, with his one eye visible unlike his other eye that was shielded by a curtain of gray hair, gave a look as if trying to answer with his eyes, silently signaling a ‘I rather not talk about it’ look. Stephen had gotten good at reading his expressions more then jay and Daniel, he did spend more time with Hosuh more after all.

“Ok, well, I’m sure there’s a good reason right? I mean are you just that shy? Even in front of your best friend?” Stephen boasted playfully, making hosuh put a hand to his mouth and silently shaking as if to signal that he was giggling on mute.

“Really though! Are you that shy? Or are you just like that? No offense but you sometimes creep me out when you stare at me or other people when you don’t talk”

This made hosuh recoil in guilt twirling his hair with his finger, only to hear a laugh in return.

“Hahaha! Cmon hosuh I was just kidding!” Stephen brought hosuh in for a hug, hosuh’s legs folding in the process. “I have to admit your kinda adorable when your quiet!”

Hosuh gave him a look of confusion.

“Oh come on, friends can call each-other cute, can they?”

Hosuh then hid his face in his hands, shifting around.

“Hosuh come on, you have to be used to compliments by now, we’ve been friends for a couple years now, are still getting flustered over a small word?”

Hosuh didn’t react in anyway.

“I bet that girl that you like would love to see you blush~” Stephen teased.

Hosuh then elbowed Stephen in the side, giving an irritated look.

“Ow! Jeez I was just messing around, you don’t like it when I play with you? I thought you were my friend?”

Hosuh looked more irritated if not hurt.

“Ok ok! I’ll stop”

Hosuh didn’t really change his expression, which did make Stephen take it all back a bit.

“Ok im sorry, is that what you want me to say?”

Hosuh turned his back to Stephen on folded legs and arms crossed, trying not to look at him. Hosuh wished he could say stuff just to actually speak his thoughts, but only hesitation met him and always did.

“I can tell you probably want to say whatever is on your mind, but I’m sure that whatever it is, it’s probably me about teasing you, right?”

Hosuh didn’t move a muscle, he just sat there.

“Hosuh…”

Hosuh turned his head just enough to catch Stephen leaning towards him with a smirk on his face, which made him freeze.

“You know what I’ve been wondering hos?” Stephen asked. “Is that, why do you find me to most interesting out of the other two? You always want to hang out with me and I barely did anything, all I did was hate you from the start but then you started to be nice to me but, what I’m trying to say is..”

Stephen took a deep breath for a moment.

“Were you attracted to me because I had the confidence and outgoing energy that you wish you had and because of that, you thought that if you were to hang out with me, you would somehow gain the confidence to interact with others? Because i inspire you to socialize despite you being mute by decision? Even though i had been mean to you before..”

Hosuh looked away for a moment before nodding with a small blush, mainly from happiness that Stephen had finally figured out why Hosuh was so drawn to him in the first place, it wasn’t just because he was confident or social, but because he was funny and really nice and Hosuh really did think of him as a best friend.

Stephen blinked. Then playfully punched hosuh in the back shoulder.

“Awwww hosuh! I didn’t know that, I really wish I could hear you talk though, i bet you would ramble on about how cool I am right?” Stephen went to shift and move but then felt his hand accidentally connect the bottom of hosuh’s foot. This made hosuh jump and flip over to wrap his arm around his legs, while to other covered his mouth.

“Oh sorry! Did that hurt? I didn’t mean to-“

Stephen was apologizing when he noticed the look in hosuh’s eyes, although it showed fear, it did not show agony or some indication of pain. Thought there were something else that Stephen could make out though, despite hosuh’s mouth being shielded, happiness? Maybe?

Stephen looks down at hosuh’s foot and back at his friends eyes, then quickly connected the dots.

“Ohhh~ I see what’s going on here…”

Stephen realized, giving a malicious smirk, all the more making hosuh more fearful.

“Perhaps there was one thing jay and Daniel didn’t think to do when seeing if we can anything out of you just yet, your lucky it’s just to the two of us right now, instead of the four of us”

Stephen started to crawl over and grabbed hosuh’s leg and then lifted another hand to give a warning sign of five wiggling fingers getting closer and closer to the bottom of his foot.

“Let’s see how tough you can really be when I get through to you heheheheheheh”

Hosuh had not even felt anything and he was already covering his face with both hands, his face going red.

“Hah hah!! I’m gonna getcha! You better not giggle or laugh other wise the tickle monster is gonna win! Don’t let it get the best of you!”

Stephen the placed one, two, three, four then five wiggling fingers at the bottom of hosuh’s foot watching him squirm, and trying not to let anything out for his reputations sake. Hosuh knew that he was screwed, not being able to talk let alone make any noise made this more difficult then ever. But he wasn’t willing to give in though, but Stephen started taking it to another level.

“Oh? Is hosuh getting blushy? Cause the tickle monster is tickling his feet?” Stephen teased, making hosuh more and more blushy. “Tickle tickle tickle~”

Hosuh this time was able to slip from his grasp and kick stephen in the back in self defense, evidently that was something he should have not done.

“Ok you asked for it!”

Stephen yelled and tackled hosuh to the ground and started attacking his tummy with all fingers making hosuh have to use both hands to try and pry stephens hands off him, but it failed. It only revealed hosuh’s blushing and grinning face. When Stephen reached his ribs hosuh had hit his limit and was going to break and was not just making small tick and squeak sounds, barely holding himself to together. Hosuh opened his eyes to plead with Stephen, but it only him more desperate.

“Oh not there? Then what about here?”

Reaching for his sides, Stephen was still impressed that hosuh is keeping his voice under a lid.

“You’re such a ticklish little guy~ what would Daniel and jay think when they find out about your aborable weakness! And your ticklish ribs and tummy! Or how about your…armpit!!!!”

Immediately, Stephen dug his hands into hosuh’s armpits and that was when hosuh officially lost it…

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAaaa…*gasp* NOHHOHOHOHOHO!”

“Hosuh you talked?!”

It was Daniel that spoke this time, still tickling hosuh, Stephen looked up and noticed Jay and Dan standing a few feet away, then being around the same age as hosuh and Stephen.

“I found his weak spot” Stephen joked.

At this point Hosuh knew it was game over and gave up and decided to call for mercy.

“DANIEL PLEHEHEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHAHAA HEHEHELP ME!”

Daniel giggled but jay replied this time.

“Nah hosuh, I think you’re gonna have to ask Stephen to let you go instead”

“Not happening he’s too cute for this world and for his own sake I can just eat him up!” Stephen finished off by picked hosuh up and nibbling his neck gently, still ticking his ribs and armpits. This act had gotten jay and Daniel into a small blushing mess too, the image of that happening to the both is them, especially Jay, would have killed them, but deep down the loved hosuh’s laugh.

“STEPHEN PLEHEHEHEASE!! IT TICKLES!! IT TIHIHIHICKLES!!”

“I’m starting to think you’re enjoying this hosuh” Stephen stated jokingly. “And while that’s said, I might as well say that this tickle monster loves you to pieces”

And Stephen kept this up untill the end of recess.

End.

Aurthors note: this came out longer then intended but I already grew on this quicker then I thought I would, hoped you enjoyed.

#sfw tickling community #danplan #danplantickling #ler stephen #leehosuh #jrhosuh #jrstephen #jrdaniel #jrjay #juniorAU

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