#loris x reader

[angelltheninth]

Caitlyn's Strike Team Hiding Your Relationship at Work

Pairing: Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Maddie Nolen, Loris, Steb x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, secret relationship, kissing, getting caught, sneaking around, marks, flirting, co-workers

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A/N: Yes, I am including the fact that canonically two of these people (looking at you Caitlyn and Maddie) are absolutely abysmal at this.

VI

Been known to be pretty sneaky when she needs to be, now if only she was better at holding back. Unfortunately, or not if you ask her, she can't help but tug you along when she's going pretty much anywhere and returning with both of you looking a little more disheveled than when you left. To say nothing of the way she proudly wears the marks and lip stick stains you leave on her neck and the collar of her shirt. She might as well shout it for everyone to hear that you're dating, that you're her woman.

CAITLYN

Good at so many things, has so many talents, but keeping your relationship a secret is not one of them. Not from the lack of trying, she tries really hard, she wants to be professional. Yet sometimes she forgets that she's not supposed to call you by that affectionate nickname or invite you into her office. She also forgot to lock her office door and you've been caught in the middle of a make out session, her legs around your hips, lipstick smudged, shirts untucked, too many times by now.

MADDIE

Keeping secrets is her job and yet she is terrible at keeping this a secret from her co-workers. Actually she blames you for this because you're too charming, too cute for her to keep her affections to herself. She can't help but smile and sigh dreamily when you invite her out for a lunch break, or when you compliment her, tell her she's doing good and tap her cheek affectionately. Indeed it's all your fault that she admits she loves you in front of everyone. Not that it was some big secret, everyone knew, she was like a lovesick puppy around you.

LORIS

Would have been great at it if he wasn't completely awestruck by you and wanted nothing more than to shower you with affection. Since he'd been there a long time romance wasn't exactly on the list of his priorities so when it happened the feelings hit him hard all at once. And he wasn't afraid to start showing it more and more the longer you dated. It started subtly enough, buying you lunch, advice from someone more experianced, flowers at your desk, protectiveness, then came the reveal, the handholding and the kisses.

STEB

Actually not that bad at keeping things on the downlow for quite some time. He is the mysterious, silent type anyways, everyone knew he had his secrets, you were just another one of them and one that he cherished the most. Very subtly he would nod his head towards the door when he wanted to leave or pass you notes, letters telling you that he wants to go home early and he would love it if you accompanied him. The only reason you were caught is because you fell asleep while holding hands on a night patrol.

[medullamindset]

SOME HC'S ABT THIS FUGLY MAN 💗

Uhh no tw's i dont think? Also this is my opinion so if u dont agree w smth.. Ok ^^ idc!! :)

(Also some of these hc's (like 3) are inspired by sunlit6279 on here, their Loris hc's were like the only popular ones when i read them so i injected those into my veins and ran with it yay)

SFW AND NSFW!

• Hes so tall.. Taller than Steb, whom is taller than caitlyn, whom is 6'0 (1'88 cm's) AND wearing heels. I'll say hes around 200 cm's, which is like 6'6.. yeah...

• I feel like hes kinda clingy but not in a "Pissing all by yourself, handsome?" Way but more so that he just follows you around silently and subconsiously, hes always gotta be in the same room as you, no matter what ur doing. Exept maybe pissing.

• adding to that i think he'd love showering together, as previously stated hes like huge so unless ur shower is magic only one of u is getting wet at a time lol.

but hes perfectly fine with shivering in the corner, as long as he gets to just admire you and lather you up himself, he'll gladly wash ur hair for you 💗💗

• But PLEASE RETURN THE FAVOUR OMG. Scratch at his scalp with a fruity shampoo and hes a goner, zooked, in pure bliss, ascending. Sighing contently with his eyes closed.

• saw someone else on here (sunlit6279) mention that he probably has a bit of a kink for scents. As a homeless drinker himself i doubt he smells that nice often, and booze sure as shit doesnt. But then you come into his life, lingering in his nostrils, and he just cant get enough. I feel like its the sweet smells that get him.. Marschmellow, sugary pastries, flowers, wild berries and chocolaty scents, that kinda stuff got him weak.

• He'll nudge his nose right against the pulse point of your neck and just inhale, wherever you are, whatever you're doing. Or your wrist right before kissing your palm tenderly.

• Physical touch and acts of service!! LOVE LOVE LOVES CUDDLING. ANY POSITION. ITS THE BEST TO HIM. please just cradle his head and scratch his hair n beard. Please.

He'll do practically anything you ask him to. Feet hurting? Massage. Need tampons/pads? What size pussy, babes?😽 ur hungry? Sandwich :3 wanna take over the world? Whatever you say beautiful. ☺️

...Want him to cum inside? Oh thank god.. He was close to doing that already..

• Hes def really sensitive when it comes to intimacy, everywhere. Hes a grunter, grunts and heavy pants. In the crook of your neck, behind your shoulder, into your hair, forehead touching forehead, depends on the position. God i want him so bad.

• he a munch. Loves eating you out no matter what ur sex is. He gets so sloppy with it, licking up and down ur hole like a thirsty mutt, shaking his head side to side as you cum, teasing ur nipples with his thick fingers.

Speaking of, have y'all SEEN how big his hands are compared to Vi's? Whom is like an 'average sized' person. His hands would swallow yours whole, hold his pinkie or something its probably easier.

•Hes FIT too, broad shoulders, lean back, biceps and thighs bigger than ur head.. Slutty lil waist. after a nice shower he'll wrap u up burrito style in a towel and carry you bridal style to your bedroom to get dressed (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)

• On a more domestic note he loves your cooking, even if you kinda suck he still appreciates it so much. And if your great at it hes grabbing seconds.. And thirds.

He would love to help you around in the kitchen aswell, hes a terrible cook himself, but he knows how to chop an onion ok? He'd much rather do it himself than see you cry from it. He knows ur not actually sad, but he doesnt want his babys eyes to sting :((

• Loves petnames so much!!!!!!!! He'll call you things like beautiful/handsome or gorgeous at the end of a sentence. But also uses hun or honey regularily.. Sometimes he will let a 'mama' slip, but not in a weird way. Especially if you have kids already or are pregnant you're his pretty mama, okay? OKAY?.

• i love his SINGULAR mattlock dangling over his forehead. I think its a mattlock anyway, it doesnt look like a regular braid at all.

Lol i just know he'd let u use him as ur personal fidget toy, i'd flick that thing all day, watch it dangle around and smack him in the eye LMAO

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(HI!! Im probably gonna make a part 2 cuz i most likely have ALOT more to say abt him but uh i just brainfarted so have this 🤲 also hihi my askbox is open so go ahead and yap if u wanna. Fic ideas, headcanons, literally anything. Im probably gonna toot out some Steb hc's aswell cuz i have a few and i need that fishstick bad.)

[dxrlingluv]

Okay guys so I have a theory that Loris never died in act 3. Despite people seeing that he got shot by arrows multiple times, HE DIDN’T DIE. It was but an act so that the enemies wouldnt bother him again because they think he’s dead.

He actually went to my house last night and we netflix and chilled. Like, last night, I had the most chill night in with Loris.

Can you believe it? We just sat on the couch, ordered pizza, and binged that some show that no one even talks about. He was so funny, cracking jokes and making me laugh.

I swear, sometimes I forget he's not just a character on a screen.

He was so into the show, leaning forward, eyes wide. I couldn't help but smile. I mean, who wouldn't be captivated by a show like that? But it was the little moments that really got me. Like when he'd pause his laugh to grab another slice of pizza, or when he'd accidentally spill his drink because he got scared. It was so him.

I'm just glad he could take a break from all that Piltover chaos. He deserves it. After all, saving the world is an exhausting work.

So, yeah guys. He’s alive.

[lazy-sand-wich]

I was playing a role-playing game with Loris's bot, and at one point he made me laugh a lot. He writes to me in English, I don't understand everything correctly and translate some points through an interpreter to make it clear. At some point, the bot texted me this.

I translated everything through a translator and burst out laughing. It turns out that it was not about "mutton chops", but about "sideburns". That's why I created this incredibly absurd and funny meme.

Original variant:

And English variant: Mutton chops of real enthusiasts

My friend and I spent half the night laughing about it.

[retrogradedmeowcury]

Pregnancy txts . ๋࣭ ⭑ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ๋ ࣭ ⭑.

satoru gojo x reader | suguru geto x reader | kento nanami x reader | toji fushiguro x reader | ryomen sukuna x reader | choso x reader | ieiri shoko x reader | iori utahime x reader

tw; fem reader, mentions of pregnancy, nicknames (gorgeous, babe, pretty, ect.), talk of cravings! sum; silly ole texts [YourName] sends their baby daddy/momma ! an; i heart making anime milfs/dilfs

[minor/ageless blogs dn]

[emmyrosee]

emmy pls pls pls PLEASE i need something with sunarin. angsty, fluffy, smutty i don’t care. i need suna so bad😓🙂‍↕️‼️ i need him in a way that insults feminism.

love u vro vro

Rintaro presses a kiss on your cheek, only to reel back as you give him a whine of annoyance, almost as if you’d burned him. “Baaaaaabuhhhh!”

“….what?”

You wipe off his kiss, and you try your best not to laugh at the offended noise and look he gives you, “I just did my skincare! Don’t kiss me with those… things.”

“These things?” He repeats, pointing at his lips. “The things we call lips? The lips that kiss you, love you, flirt with you, those lips?”

“Yes!” You scoff. “They’re dirty, don’t kiss me with them.”

His brows are pinched so deep in the middle of his forehead that you’re almost convinced he’s going to give himself a headache, and you shake your head as you make a move to reapply your moisturizer. “Uhm, I just brushed, flossed, and gargled, these lips have never been cleaner!”

“They’re man lips,” you huff, crossing your arms. Now, he’s fully upset. “They’re dirty because you’re a sport man who plays sports and you’re a man.”

“While your logic is not objectively wrong, I still don’t appreciate the slander, or, you wiping off my kisses!”

“You can kiss me on my lips before my lip balm, but you need to move fast,” you say firmly, only for him to once again jerk back in confusion.

“But!”

“Hurry,” you say, grabbing your lip balm. “You’d better pick quick.”

“But- but babe!”

“Now!”

“But!” He leans forwards to press a kiss to your lips, stealing the kiss he desperately wanted but is still pouting about afterwards, “so what, now I’ve got to schedule my kisses with you?”

You slowly turn to face him, quirking your brow, “oh, so, do you not want an appointment for tomorrow? Because I can make that happen.”

“I do!” He whines. “But I don’t want to have to pencil in my kissing times-“

“Well, the spots are filling up fast, so you’d better get on it.”

“BY WHO?!”

[polarkitt77]

thinking abt Steb with an oral fixation…

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Oral Fixation! Steb who could place himself between your thighs for hours and hours and hours, ripping orgasm after orgasm after orgasm out of you

Oral Fixation! Steb who’s tongue is longer than humans, sticking it deep inside of you, loving the way it feels when you clench around his tongue

Oral Fixation! Steb who goes absolutely feral when you suck on his fingers, the scales under his eyes flaring before settling down when he sees you, fingers pushing inside you as he trails love bites and marks you all the way down to your pussy to suck on your clit

Oral Fixation! Steb who holds hard eye contact with you the entire time he eats you out, loving the look of absolute euphoria that dawns on your face as you cum

Oral Fixation! Steb who doesnt want you to hover over his mouth, wrapping his strong arms around your thighs and pulling you down to actually sit on his face

Oral Fixation! Steb whos thin lips press kisses around your core, teasing you as his breath fans over your pussy, chuckling softly at the way you clench around nothing

i need him so bad.

[seraphicloves]

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭

⊱✿⊰ summary: your ex boyfriend is supposed to be dead, so why isn't he?

⊱✿⊰ warnings: mentions of death, tortue, jason is more aggressive, reader is shorter than jason, this is kinda short sry

⊱✿⊰ notes: i tried my very best and I hope you like this! I loved the idea and I hoped to make this angsty and cute at the same time. Ily all

he was standing in front of you, all bulking muscle and all entirely alive. he was supposed to be dead, jason todd was supposed to be six feet under because you watched him get buried.

"did ya miss me?" he drawled, after the silence had stretched on for far too long. his lips spread into a grin, sharp teething glinting in the streetlights.

you stood silent, feeling like that person you were when you found out he died. it was like a piece of your soul was shattered, like jason took a chunk of your heart with him when he got kidnapped by the horrendous clown.

"what? cat's got your tongue?" he asked, squatting a bit so you were face to face. you stared at his face, examining every detail of his very alive person. his eyes were deep and haunted, if you delved in you'd surely drown in the despair he holds.

"how are you alive?" you asked, clutching your shirt as though you could prevent your heart from bleeding out of your chest. he shrugged, trying to hold onto his cocky and malicious attitude he was showing you.

"why does it matter? aren't ya happy to see me?" he grinned, hand brushing against your cheek. instinctively you leaned in, craving his touch even if he felt different. his once warm and loving hands were now cold and sinister. he had changed.

"of course i am, i just....don't understand what's happening. i was at your funeral, jason." you whispered, letting your arms drop to your sides. to his credit, his expression faltered like he was finally letting you see a glimpse of the kind boy he used to be.

"it's complicated. but im here now, baby." he said, softer this time, curling his hands around your face and resting his forehead against yours.

he was different, big and harsh, cold and traumatized. but he was loving the same, pressing you against his body and filling your heart with comfort you hadn't felt in years. he was the same boy you knew under all the rough layers of trauma and hurt.

lori © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything weird with my writing! i like reblogs and comments but please be kind as this was my writing.

[girlfantasy777]

I'm SO mad with how they treated my girl Maddie!!!!

What did they do to her?!

I don't even know. Her character just seems...pointless? made no sense. Especially since the last time we saw her she was trying to steer Cait away from Ambessa. Her betrayal just feel so empty almost as if they didn't know what to do with her since Caitvi needed to be endgame so they just pull the "traitor" card like a Disney plot twist villain😭. Like what was her motif? her story? why did she looked disappointed Infront the statue? was her relationship with Cait even get elaborated? I get the whole "microexpression" stuff they tryna do but I don't think everything needs to be implied thru it like come on ITS A STORY FOR GOD SAKE😭It just feel so out of character even for her like did she switch side last minute off screen??? feels like she existed just for shock value which is disappointing when they could've done much more with her character I LOVED HER DESIGN .

[last-dropsevi]

I read all of your works until now, and I loved them, so I'd like to request something (if I sound too formal, sorry, English is not my first language)

So, my request is a Sevika x reader, where Sevika is hesitant to trader participating in the final fight, against the noxians, cause she's scared that reader might get hurt. Reader ends up getting a bit hurt but nothing serious, and after the whole Arcane thing, Sevika finds reader looking for her on the battlefield.

Aww thank u for the compliment also woohooo ur my first ever request 🥳. I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted since I took alil artistic lliberty.sorry

𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕭𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊

Pairing: Sevika x Reader

Warning: Toward the end of season 2 so blood, fighting, war normal, cursing, possessive behavior, fire arms/weapons, death. (wrd count 1.8k)

Materlist

The streets of Zaun were eerily quiet the night before the battle, the anticipation so thick it suffocated everything else. The dim glow of neon lights reflected off rain-slicked cobblestones as the city braced for the storm to come. Inside the cramped warehouse that served as a makeshift war room, the tension between you and Sevika was palpable, a raw wound left to fester.

The argument had been brewing all day, a slow boil beneath the surface until it finally spilled over.

“You’re not ready for this,” Sevika said, her voice low but unmistakably firm. She stood with her arms crossed, the dim light catching the dull shine of her mechanical arm. Her gaze bore into you, a mixture of frustration and something softer—something harder for her to admit.

“What the hell do you think I’ve been doing all this time?” you snapped, your voice rising to match the intensity of your emotions. “You think I’m still some rookie who doesn’t know how to fight? I’ve been with you through every skirmish, every backroom deal, every damn battlefield! Don’t stand there and tell me I can’t handle this.” “It’s not about whether you can handle it!” Sevika barked back, her tone sharper now. Her jaw clenched, and you could see the muscles in her neck tighten as she tried—and failed—to keep her temper in check. “This isn’t like the jobs we used to run. This is war. And you’re not invincible.” “Neither are you,” you countered, stepping closer. Your fists were clenched at your sides, your nails biting into your palms.

“But you don’t see me telling you to sit this one out. You don’t get to decide what I can or can’t do, Sevika. I’ve earned my place here, just like you.” Her expression darkened, her brows knitting together as she loomed over you. “Do you think I’m doing this to insult you? To put you down? For once in your life, stop being so damn stubborn and listen. I’m worried about you.” You froze, caught off guard by the raw emotion in her voice. She rarely let her guard down like this, even with you. But the anger still simmered beneath your skin, and you weren’t ready to back down.

“Worried about me? Since when do you care? You’ve never had a problem throwing me into the thick of things before.” “That’s not fair, and you know it,” Sevika growled, her mechanical fist clenching at her side. Sparks flickered from the joints, a physical manifestation of her frustration. “I care more than you realize. That’s why I’m telling you to stay the hell out of this. If something happens to you—” Her voice broke off, and she turned away, pacing a few steps before running a hand down her face. She looked like she wanted to punch a hole through the wall—or maybe through herself. “Why can’t you just trust me to make my own decisions?” you demanded, your voice trembling now, not with fear but with the weight of everything left unsaid between you.

“You act like I’m some fragile thing that needs protecting, but I’ve been at your side for years. I’ve bled for Zaun, for you. What else do I need to prove?” “It’s not about proving anything,” she muttered, her back still to you. “It’s about me not wanting to lose you.” The words hung in the air, heavy and unspoken for far too long. For a moment, neither of you said anything. The rain outside had started to fall harder, the sound of it filling the silence like a heartbeat. But the moment of vulnerability passed quickly, buried under layers of pride and pain. You shook your head, biting back the surge of emotion that threatened to choke you.

“If you can’t respect me enough to trust me, then maybe we’ve been fooling ourselves this whole time.” With that, you turned on your heel and stormed out, leaving Sevika standing there, her fists clenched and her heart aching. She wanted to call after you, to say something—anything—but the words refused to come. Instead, she slammed her mechanical fist into the nearest table, sending a shower of splinters into the air.

The dawn brought with it the sounds of preparation: the clinking of metal, the hum of machinery, and the low murmur of voices. Sevika had thrown herself into the work, sharpening her blade and overseeing the distribution of weapons. It kept her mind occupied, kept her from dwelling on the argument that had left a bitter taste in her mouth.

She hadn’t seen you all morning, but part of her assumed—hoped—you were keeping your distance because you had actually listened to her. Maybe you’d decided to stay out of the thick of the fight, working logistics or coordinating from the sidelines. The thought brought her some comfort, though it was fleeting. Sevika didn’t have time to dwell on it.

The battlefield erupted in chaos, the deafening roar of artillery blending with the cries of soldiers. Ambessa moved with commanding precision, her blade a blur as she tore through enemy lines. Blood streaked her armor, and bruises marred her skin, but she didn’t falter, driven by sheer determination and the thrill of combat.

Unbeknownst to her, you had ignored her stern warnings and joined Loris at one of the heavy machines. The two of you worked side by side, firing relentlessly to hold the line against the advancing enemy. Sweat dripped from your brow as the machine roared, each shot sending shockwaves through your arms. Then, in an instant, everything shifted. An arrow, sharp and swift, pierced Loris’s neck, cutting his commands short as blood sprayed across the machine. Your breath hitched, the chaos around you fading into a cold, sharp focus as his lifeless body crumpled beside you.

You froze as Loris crumpled to the ground, his lifeless eyes staring up at nothing, blood pooling beneath him in a stark, vivid red. Panic clawed at your throat, the sounds of battle muffled as the world seemed to spin around you. Your chest tightened, your breaths coming in shallow gasps, but there was no time to grieve—no time to let fear paralyze you. Gritting your teeth, you forced yourself to move, snatching a rifle from a fallen alliy with trembling hands. With a surge of determination, you threw yourself into the fray, firing shot after shot, every muscle in your body trembling but resolute.

You weren’t as strong as Sevika, but you fought with everything you had, striking down enemy soldiers with a ferocity born of desperation. Each blow sent pain through your bruised and battered body, your muscles screaming with every movement. But you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. The weight of exhaustion pressed down on you, but something deeper -maybe loris- kept you going.

Through the chaos, your eyes locked onto Sevika, crouched behind a crumbling wall. Her chest heaved with labored breaths, her shoulders rising and falling as she tried to steady herself amid the storm of battle. Relief flooded through you, and you ran toward her, dodging through the mess of bodies, dead and alive. But just as you reached her, a stray bullet—meant for Ambessa—tore through your thigh. The scream that tore from your throat was involuntary, raw with pain and shock.

You dropped to the ground, clutching at the wound as blood seeped between your fingers. Around you, the battle raged on, your scream lost in the cacophony. No one noticed—no one but Vika.

Her head snapped up at the sound, her heart lurching in her chest. She knew that voice, that scream. It was imprinted in her mind, as familiar as her own. She spun, her eyes scanning the battlefield until they locked onto you. Her stomach dropped at the sight of you crumpled.

The battle raged on, chaos spreading in every direction. Sevika’s focus had been singular—getting you out of harm’s way. But as her eyes locked on yours and she saw the pain etched into your face, her relief was short-lived. From the far end of the battlefield, a surge of Viktor’s forces began to overwhelm Zaun’s defenders. The enemy soldiers moved with mechanical precision, their glowing eyes reflecting the unmistakable influence of Hextech augmentation.

Sevika’s body tensed, her instincts screaming at her to act. She raised her blade, ready to defend you again. But before she could charge, something changed. The first wave of Viktor’s soldiers stopped abruptly, their weapons dropping to their sides as their bodies stiffened unnaturally

. A soft, eerie hum filled the air, growing louder with each passing second. Then, like a ripple through the crowd, others began to freeze in place, their movements arrested as their bodies jerked under the influence of some unseen force. Sevika’s brow furrowed, her gaze darting across the battlefield. “What the hell is this?” she muttered, her voice low and wary. You, still clutching your wounded leg, tried to push yourself up to get a better view.

The hum grew louder, and your heart sank as you realized what was happening. A faint, unnatural light pulsed through the crowd—Hextech. But this wasn’t just augmentation. This was control. “Vika,” you rasped, your voice trembling. “Something’s wrong.” Before she could respond, the glow of the Hexcore reached the soldiers nearest to you.

Their bodies stiffened as their faces went slack. Sevika stepped forward, her blade at the ready. “Stay behind me,” she ordered, her voice sharp. But it wasn’t just the enemy soldiers. The glow was spreading. Zaunites, your own people began to fall victim to the glowing influence. One by one, they froze, their weapons clattering to the ground as their minds were overtaken.

“Shit,” Sevika cursed, her movements growing more frantic. Their bodies moved like machines, unstoppable and unyielding. And then it happened. The glow reached Sevika. Appearing straight from the sky like an angle. Her flesh arm twitched, trying to resist, but it was no use. Her body jerked unnaturally as the Hextech took hold, her blade falling from her grip. “Sevika!” you screamed, your voice breaking with panic.

Her eyes met yours for a fleeting moment, wide with fear and frustration. “Run—” she managed to rasp before her voice cut off. Her body froze completely, her head tilting upward slightly as her gaze became vacant, her expression eerily calm. “Sevika?” you whispered, your voice trembling as the realization set in. She wasn’t moving. She wasn’t fighting.

She was gone, her mind no longer her own. The hum grew louder, and the glow inched closer to you. Your heart pounded as you tried to crawl away, but your wounded leg made it impossible to move fast enough. “Stay with me,” you pleaded softly, looking at Sevika even though you knew she couldn’t hear you. Then, the glow reached you. unexpectedly as everyone else's. Your body jerked as the Hextech seized control, your limbs relaxing against your will. Panic surged through you, but it was quickly smothered by the overwhelming numbness that followed. You tried to fight it, to resist, but it was like screaming into a void.

Masterlist

Are yall tired of me writing angst like be honest with me i can handle it T-T

[unluckiestmember]

hey!! i saw how you were writing for steb on ur requests and i was wondering if you could write something along the lines of our quiet enforcer absolutely smitten with enforcer reader who is his polar opposite (loud and isn’t afraid to speak her mind). Hope to see more of him in Arcane cause i’m so in love with him ✋🏼😭

i hope that is ok and hope you’re faring well i really enjoy reading the head canons you post

Coming right up!

Steb X Polar Opposite Enforcer! Reader

Characters: Steb

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: I'm not gonna lie, the lack of Steb, Madelyn and Loris is making this girl see red. As a fan though, I'll satiate our thirst for the fishman, the ginger and the big ox.

When Steb first met you, he had to admit. He thought you were kind of annoying.

He had never met someone who was so outspoken about. Well. Everything.

Of course he was used to the cheerful open mind of Maddie and the loud stubbornness of Violet, but you? Boy, you were different.

Not negatively stubborn, thank the gods, but you were a ball of energy he just couldn’t find himself grasping upon.

Of course he worked with you and kept cordial, even when you tried to speak to him.

But deep down it was becoming a problem so large he would discuss with Caitlyn about switching shifts or embarking on missions without your presence.

Steb couldn’t stand you at first… But that’s the thing about time. It has a way of changing people.

With time and missions where the both of you had to work together alone, the fishman found himself tolerating you.

Actually. It was more than toleration. He actually. Liked you.

Instead of moments where he was alone being perceived as the truest form of inner peace, he would find himself pondering on what you were doing.

‘Where was she right now? How was she doing? Was she being her curious usual self?’

Those thoughts and more began to swarm around his brain like an emotional hurricane that only grew the more moments passed without you.

Steb had fallen in love before. Multiple times. But not like this.

He confided in his crewmates to assist him with his emotions and they all said the same thing;

“Tell her how you feel.” “Go for it, Steb!” “She’ll love you back, I’m sure of it!”

The man was filled with nervousness and anxiety, but the pep talk from his allies and friends were strong enough to finally confess.

So he did. And he didn’t know why he was so fearful to tell you because of course you loved him back! You loved him this whole time!

Now the two of you are one of the cutest couples on the force.

A fine pair of polar opposites that many would feel wouldn’t last a week, but were the light of the enforcers unit.

You of course still keep him on his toes with your open antics.

Meanwhile, he teaches you value in the calm and peaceful moments of life.

No one’s ever seen Steb happier around the headquarters, but they have you to thank for that.

He has you to thank for that. And he’ll cherish this feeling of happiness and yourself forever.

If you got any requests for Arcane, send them my way!

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[medullamindset]

HUMPING LORIS IDK

Somnophilia, slight pain kink?(biting), reader is described to have hair and a vagina, no pronouns used.

Summary: grinding on Loris' bulge early in the morning, he asks u wat time it is. It's early, luv.. lemme get off :) Biting, bites him. <3 <3 <3

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Loris stirs as he feels a weight on top of him. It shifts, soft digits smoothing over his lean shoulders, scratching at his skin just right.

He knits his brows together in confusion, drowsily trying to open his eyes that are glued shut with sleep. He feels another sort of pressure further down, moving back and forth firmly over his clothed groin,.. Now hes awake, he scrunches his face together when the morning sun shines brightly in his face. He turns his head to the right and is met by a familiar scent tickling his nostrils, your shampoo.

"Y/n..?" He grunts, a big hand landing on your hip, gentle yet firm at the same time.. Wondering wtf is happening, but urging you to keep going..

"Mm?" You hum sweetly, a slight crack in your voice, unused til now. It vibrates against his neck. short, hot breaths settling under his skin.

"What time is it..?" He groans, half there, half not. The hand on your hip squeezing tenderly, fondling your flesh outta pure habit. You hum against his jawline, this time in pleasure.

"7:30. Its still early, Love.. Jus' couldn't wait for you t' wake up.." You mumble, Loris squints an eye open and is met with the sight of your unruly hair as you nuzzle right under his mandible. still grinding against his now, very prominent bulge, your arm snaking around his shoulder and behind his neck, hugging him closer as you let out a hoarse whine. He smiles adoringly, letting out a huff, a low groan rumbling in his chest, but not quite being heard due to the lack of use.

"M'kay.." He hums almost inaudibly, his free hand moving up to touch your hair, playing with the very tips as he lets out a shaky breath of his own, starting to feel really fuckin good as his senses crawl back to him.

You continue grinding up and down Loris' length, pitchy whines spinning in his head, tingling like a lullaby in his ears, a lullaby thats only for him, that only he can wind up.

The protuding veins running up and down Loris' cock creates the perfect friction for your clit through the soaked fabric. Your forehead thumps against his shoulder as you drag out a shy, pathetic mewl, the motion of your tired hips now growing more staggered the closer you get to orgasm.

Loris notices your struggle and bucks his hips into yours, groaning right into your ear. You whimper and scratch at the short hair at the nape of his neck, your cheek presses against his collarbone as you space out on his addams apple bobbing, whining below each breath. Your eyebrows knit together as Loris grabs your hip firmer and bucks against you again, quickly matching your erratic rythmn.

Your jaw falls open and is followed by a labored gasp. "Mmn-..Loris- baby 'M gunna.. Ah." You babble, earning a breathy chuckle from your lover in earnest. He holds you tighter, humping you harder as he feels his own climax approaching, focusing on making you cum first. Your eyes nearly roll back from the harshness of his thrusts. You turn your head, needing a way to ground yourself, you bite down right at the base of his neck.. Hard, but not hard enough to draw blood. Loris groans almost as pathetically as you, voice still gravelly with sleep. You whimper into his flesh, hips still moving in an odd, desparate pattern, clit catching on a very prominent vein every time. The repeated motion eventually sends you skyrocketing to orgasm, it's nothing dramatic.. Your body tenses up as you pant, you hold your breath as your legs shake and smomach flexes. Loris can feel your teeth imprinting on his skin, wet tongue peeking out to soothe the irritated flesh. The combination of the pain from the bite and your slippery tongue tips him over the edge, his head rolls back with a filthy groan as he cums, thick, white liquid shooting straight through the fabric of his briefs and pooling at the waistband, right below his stomach. He bucks up into you desparately, drawing out both your orgasm til you tremble above him with overstimulation. His pattern grows staggered and uneven as you both twitch and shake, movement slowly coming to a halt.

you kiss at the bitemark you gave him, feeling the divots as you lick over it again. "Sorry, baby." You mumble, smiling into his skin, your tone suggesting otherwise. He grins, letting out a huff of air before grabbing your jaw and making you look up at him, the hand that was previously on your hip is now gliding up and down your back, fingertips dancing across your skin ever so slightly. Loris smiles at you fondly, "sure." He says lowly, before kissing your chin, then your lips, squished together into a pout by his huge hand.

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Is this anything???!? Feedback is appreciated, im sorta new to writing 👃

[grapenamjams]

Arcane Loris x Pregnant!femReader

“Oh no you don’t” Loris voice rumbles out hitting the walls of your shared apartment. Next you hear his thudding steps towards you. Large tan hands taking the box filled with groceries from your grasp.

Lifting it onto the table. His eyes give you a once over, taking in how your pregnant belly imprints against your simple dress. “Please tell me you didn’t carry this up the stairs yourself.” His tone gentle laced with worry, which many don’t expect coming from a large man like him.

“It’s not that heavy. Just greens and a couple of vegs” you go to lift up the box to prove your point but Loris scoots it away, furrowing his brows at you. His silence speaking volumes at his disagreement.

You give him a small smile stepping closer to him “don’t give me that look” rubbing his arm reassuringly “the young boy down stairs ran to the shops for me and brought it up.”

Loris breathes out a sigh of relief that you had followed his request of not using the stairs outside the apartment without him. He brushes your hair back, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “Still, shouldn’t be lifting anything, hon” he mumbles into your hair, taking in your fresh scent.

His eyes glancing to the kitchen. a pan already on the stove and bowls filled with ingredients on the counter. Mind already flicking with ways you could strain or hurt yourself. If he could, he’d have you just rest the whole nine months. But he had to accept-with numerous glares and clever retorts from you- that wasn’t gonna happen. His lips tilt up at the memories. The fire in you he fell in-love with still burning bright against his calm demeanor.

“Lo, im Not weak. I am carrying your child here” his attention goes back to you. “kicks from her makes me think she’ll be joining your fight trainings before she can talk”

He lets out a chuckle. Pulling you closer into his large frame. Feeling you rest your head in his sturdy chest, watching his hand come to rub your 6 month old belly. “Trust me hon I know you’re not. But you know, I just want you and baby-wait she?” He stops himself, leaning back still holding onto you. Brown eyes widening.

Placing a hand over his on your belly. you shrug with a tentative smile. “It’s just a feeling”

his eyes light up with a smile on his rugged face. His chest expands with adoring affection at the thought of having a baby girl. Carrying her small body in his arms then seeing her run around his legs with a joyous, laugh, bubbling out of her hopefully resembling yours.

His free hand goes to your face, swiping a knuckle under your chin. “She’s, gonna be a fighter like her mama”

You hum, a finger hooking onto his pendant necklace. “If she’s anything like me then you’re in for a ride” bringing him down towards you.

Loris grins leaning his head “that a promise?” Sealing his words to your lips.

Because I can’t get enough of him rn.

Loris as a partner headcanons ⬇️

Oh he would not leave the house until he knows you are doing okay.

Need clothes folded? Done. Foot massage? On it.

Same with arguments he’d try work it out in the moment. Big on not going to sleep angry. But in those cases where there are arguments without a resolve insight at the moment. He’d know that you both needed to be alone so he’d go out and drink. However he will not be too far off. Bringing his drinks outside. Resting his back against the wall of your apartment. You can push him away but one thing about this man is that he’ll always be at your disposal.

Expect daily check ins. He is going to want to hear about your day and your thoughts.

Every decision he makes he has you (his family) in mind. Knowing his decisions affect you as well so he’ll ask your input. Ultimately, He’d choose what he thinks is best for the family but still wants to know where you stand and try to come to an agreement.

Silent but aware. He can read your body language like the back of his hand!

Would offer his hand to you so you can fidget with when you get anxious.

Always close enough to you so you can reach him. Knowing he helps you keep you grounded.

Letting you and his daughter braid his hair and add beads into it. Yes yes!

[wannabespacesmuggler]

D.D. | Shane's Girl [8]

Part Eight | Masterlist | Buy me a coffee | Check out the playlist

Summary: Daryl Dixon knows he shouldn’t be thinking about you when he’s alone at night in his tent. Hell, he shouldn’t even be looking at you throughout the day. You’re not his. You’re Shane’s girl. But Daryl doesn’t like the way Shane treats you. And he certainly doesn’t like how you’re forced to play ‘loving girlfriend’ to a man with eyes for another woman at the camp.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female!Reader

Warnings: Trigger warning for abusive behavior, Shane showing his true colors, Shane Walsh sucks

Word Count: 1.6K

Author’s Note: OKAY — apologies for the wait. I had a brief bought of hyperfixation on Logan Howlett and couldn't focus on anything other than X-Men since Deadpool and Wolverine came out. But now that the new season of Daryl Dixon is coming out, I am back in the fucking building. I still have a lot planned for this little fic, so let me know if you guys are still enjoying. This is very much a turning point in the story for the reader.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you set down one of the novels Dale had loaned you during one of your first days at the quarry camp. He just so happened to have overheard you complaining to Shane about not bringing anything to pass the time during the quiet hours at the end of the day when all chores and other responsibilities had been taken care of. Of course, Shane had brushed off your complaint — reminding you that you all had much bigger problems than your boredom. That was the first time since the world's end that you noticed his bitterness towards you and the first time you allowed yourself to believe that your feelings were insignificant, idiotic even, because of the word of Shane Walsh. That is until Dale appeared beside you at the campfire that night with a small stack of books from his RV — an act of kindness in an increasingly cruel world. 

You hoped that some light reading would distract you from everything — the dead rising, Shane’s constant negligence, Daryl’s sudden indifference. But, instead, you have the same sinking feeling in your gut that you woke up with. The very feeling that began last night after overhearing Daryl’s words to his brother. 

She don’t mean nothing to me. 

You shake your head at the memory and try to rid yourself of the look on Daryl’s face at the realization that you’d been listening last night — regret and sorrow mixing with the anger he felt towards his brother. A part of you felt sorry for him. And that part of you yearned to comfort him last night after he argued with his brother and wanted to apologize for eavesdropping. But the truth is, his words hurt you more than you care to admit because you have grown to care for the younger Dixon more than you care to admit. And that embarrasses you because wasn’t this hurt the very thing that Shane had warned you about when the brothers first joined the quarry camp?

Don’t go near those Dixons — they’re nothing but trouble. 

You sigh yet again before picking the book back up, but before you can return to reading, a strong pair of hands wrap around your shoulders. Shane. His touch should comfort you, but all you feel right now is anxiety as you wait for the other shoe to drop. In the few weeks you’ve been at the quarry camp, you’ve come to realize that Shane’s gentleness can turn to cruelty without warning — like the flip of a switch. His hands squeeze your shoulders tighter as they tense under his touch. 

“What’s on your mind?”

You shake your head at his question and turn to look at him. His features are surprisingly soft this morning and etched with concern as he studies your face. Your heart aches as he reminds you of the Shane who had begged Lori incessantly for your phone number. The Shane who brought you coffee during his patrols and wouldn’t shut up about you in the cruiser with Rick. The Shane who you had begun to fall in love with before the dead started walking the earth. You reach up and cover one of his hands with yours — the touch being your attempt at offering an olive branch after weeks of tension and hostility. 

“Nothing. Just didn’t sleep well last night.”

Shane hums softly while rubbing your shoulders. Against your better judgment, you lean into his touch. The two of you stay like this for a few minutes, silently enjoying each other’s company. Eventually, movement to your left catches your attention. You observe as Andrea helps T-Dog and Glenn prepare the van for today’s excursion. Glenn doubles over in laughter over something T-Dog said to Andrea, and there’s a sudden, deep pain in your chest as you watch T-Dog join in on the laughter and clap Glenn on the back of his shoulder — like someone plunged a knife into your heart and twisted. There’s a camaraderie forming among the members of the quarry camp — a camaraderie that you feel on the outskirts of.

“I heard about the run happening today, the one to Atlanta. I want to go with.”

Shane lets out a disappointed sigh, and your face drops at the sound. You thought maybe he'd be a little more lenient since he seems to be in a good mood today.

“I think they’ve got enough people. Adding another will probably only slow them down.”

Your brow furrows at Shane’s words as you feel your temper rising. Since the world ended, all Shane has done is underestimate you. You simply want the chance to prove yourself. You square your shoulders before responding. 

“I already talked to Glenn this morning — he said they could use another person out there.”

Shane’s hold on your shoulders tightens, and you clench your jaw due to the sudden pain. You take in a shaky breath, waiting for his response. 

“You should have talked to me first.”

His voice is ice cold, utterly devoid of the care and concern he’d shown you moments ago. The sound makes a shiver run down your spine. This isn’t your Shane. And you know that. You know you’ve been holding onto the idea of a man that you lost when the government dropped bombs on the entire city of Atlanta. And you know that you’ve been holding on so tight because you yearn to feel an ounce of normalcy. You’d been holding onto the hope that you’d wake up tomorrow to a cure and life would return to as it was before — this would just be something you’d reminisce about over coffee with Shane, Lori, and Rick years from now. But even with a cure, things can’t return to normal. Not after everything you’ve seen. Not after Shane’s shown you the cruelty he hides under the charm.

“I just want to contribute — pull my weight around here.”

The grip he has on your shoulders is unrelenting. A part of you thinks he wants his touch to leave behind a bruise — a reminder of this moment where he is in total control. A reminder of how small he can make you feel. 

“You can start by pulling your weight in camp. Lori needs help with the laundry.”

Your brow furrows at his words, and you grind your teeth together in frustration. You want to fight back, but the pain in your shoulders is becoming too much to bear. So, instead of talking back, you bite your tongue and silently nod at his words. You just hope he’ll let you go if you do what he says. Thankfully, Shane relents and backs away from you. You immediately stand from your chair, abandoning the novel on the table, as you waste no time putting distance between yourself and him. You can feel Shane’s eyes still on you as you walk away, but you don’t turn back. Instead, you keep moving until you find Lori. You collapse into the seat beside her with a heavy sigh. She looks up from the wash basin and meets your eyes.

“Bad day?”

“You could say that again. I heard you could use some help, though.”

A soft laugh escapes Lori’s lips as she slides a basket of dirty clothing your way. The familiar sound eases your nerves, and you realize you can let your guard down now. It’s just you and Lori sitting down by the quarry, and you know that she would never do anything to purposefully hurt you — not like Shane. 

“I can always use the help — the dirty laundry just never seems to end around here. And the company is always nice.”

You smile at her before grabbing the basket she slid your way. Your brow furrows as you notice a familiar pair of dark, tattered jeans. During the past few weeks with the younger Dixon, you’ve learned that Daryl never throws his clothes in the communal laundry baskets. Unlike his brother, he prefers to wash his clothes himself. You push your curiosity aside, resisting the urge to scan your surroundings yet again. You’ll never admit it, but despite your frustration towards Daryl, you’ve spent all morning hoping to see his familiar figure lingering around the outskirts of the camp. You swallow your disappointment and pick up the jeans. 

You check to ensure he’d left nothing in his pockets — remembering the all-out brawl that almost occurred when Merle discovered a soggy pack of cigarettes in his back pocket after Andrea had done the laundry. In your search, you find a folded piece of paper in one of his front pockets. Surprise washes over your features as you look down at the paper and see your name written in messy handwriting. You unfold the note, and your disappointment melt away as you read the words.

Gone out hunting. Won’t be back til tomorrow. Sorry for being an ass. Be careful. - D

Lori looks up from her wash basin and notices the note in your hands. She leans ever-so-slightly closer to you as she attempts to peek over your shoulder. 

“What is that?”

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face as you realize just what this is — Daryl’s attempt at extending an olive branch. He is trying to make things right with you because, despite what he might have said to Merle last night, he cares. You haven’t misinterpreted his actions or become attached to a man who wants nothing to do with you. Quickly, you fold the paper back up and stuff it in your pocket.

“Just something that Daryl left in his pocket. Nothing special.”

But that’s a lie. The note would probably be insignificant to anyone else in the quarry camp. But to you, it means the world. Like Dale’s simple act of offering you a stack of books, it’s a reminder that though your world may be falling apart at your feet, there are still people who will show you kindness in an increasingly cruel world.

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[nishibons]

𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐌𝐄 . . .

or piwon pining thoughts/texts

warnings na genre fluff word count eight hundred excluding texts

note hiii everybody!! sorry i disappeared for a bit but ive been busy with uni TT i got an 85 on my recent assignment tho so everybody cheer… anyway ive been obsessed with piwon lately hence this post but fear not i have an enha version coming soon

keeho

confident but humble. he doesn’t have any expectations for your relationship but hopes that you’ll eventually catch on to his borderline obnoxious flirting, and better yet, reciprocate. if you do happen to return his feelings, he doesn’t waste any time in asking you out properly, because why wait? his friends say he laughs too loud around you for you to not know about his feelings, but he swears that they’re just being dramatic… he’s so normal and chill about you, really, that joke about the refrigerator or something was just funny!

taeyang

an absolute menace. you end up assuming that he hates you with how he stares you down whenever you enter his vicinity and with how he exchanges hushed whispers with his friends from across the room, silenced only when he turns his head far away enough to steal glances at you. eventually, once he asks for your number under the guise of it apparently being weird that you were the only two between your mutual friend groups to not have exchanged numbers, he plays into this idea, hoping he can pull off some sort of enemies to lovers trope, because it always works in books, right? in truth, he’s just a little bit apprehensive about the vulnerability that comes with liking someone, and tries to preserve his pride with thinly veiled insults that upon second glance quickly fall apart. can you melt his icy cold heart? (the answer is yes.)

jiung

likes you from the very beginning, but is a strong believer in the idea that lovers should be friends first, so he tries his best to establish a genuine relationship with you before he even begins to think about making any moves. he shows strong initiative even throughout your friendship–whether it’s invitations to meet up for lunch, to see that movie you’ve been eagerly waiting the release of, or even paying for your coffee every single time, he’s quick to assure you and dispels any worries you might have about repaying him with a wave of his hand and a bright smile–your company is enough, he says, and if you end up falling for him (who wouldn’t?) he, of course, eagerly awaits the day he can take you for an actual date, but enjoys every moment he spends with you until then just as much.

intak

by far the most shameless with his affection. he can’t help it–you have him hopelessly whipped from the very beginning and he’s terrible at hiding it anyway, so why not lean into it? the first to jump up from his seat when you mention being thirsty–water or juice? and the first to compliment you regardless of the circumstances of your meeting, even on those days you can’t manage anything but a sweater pulled hastily over your shoulders and a messy updo. it’s impossible not to feel flattered around him, and he’s honestly not even actively trying to flatter you, he’s just being wholly honest. if you ever want to shut him up, just compliment him back–hopefully you have a stretcher on hand!

shota

the cutest ever. you catch him staring at you more than a few times before he eventually works up the nerve to approach you, and initially you’re intimidated–but the moment he opens his mouth you know that he’s harmless, and obscenely adorable to beat. he’s not the greatest at expressing himself with words, so he makes sure to show that he likes you by sending you things that remind him of you–songs from an artist he likes, those little figures you collect he sees in the window of a store on the way to work, a rainbow in the sky after a rainy morning. sometimes he provides some commentary, or a cute emoticon, and other times he says nothing, sending only a simple picture and hoping that you can feel even just some of the many emotions that rush through him at the thought of you and have his heart fluttering in his chest when you eventually reply.

jongseob

the sweetest of angels. he doesn’t crush often, but when he does, he crushes hard, so he doesn’t want to mess it up. though he’s rather reserved on the flirting front, he makes sure to send good morning and good night texts every day, without fail, on top of the seemingly random yet innocuous questions he asks throughout the day–what did you eat for lunch? how was work? any thoughts on this new album that just came out? part of it is in hopes that eventually you’ll fall for him as he did you, but he does also take genuine interest in you as a person and wants to know everything about you there is to know if you’ll just give him the chance. flirt with him at all and you’ll very quickly have him turning into a giggling, indecipherably stammering mess.

[emmyrosee]

Im begging for some Akaashi moments PLEASEE😭😭😨😭

THIS TOOK FAR TOO LONG IM SORRY I HOPE YOU ENJOY 🥺

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“Okay, keiji, pay attention.”

“Why are my keys-“

“Shush.”

Immediately, Keiji closes his mouth, looking at you curiously, blue eyes flicking between you and the three clear cups before him on the table. Under the left cup, are his car keys, trapped under the glass. The small cat keychain you got him smiles back innocently up at him, and he makes a move to open the cup and free the tiny friend from its confines. You gently bat his hand to still his movements, which he does. “Okay. Keep going,” he says patiently.

“Under these three cups, are your car keys,” you begin to explain, and instinctively, keiji’s eyes flick to the cup containing his keys; he says nothing, waiting for you to continue to explain. “I’m going to turn around, and when I do, I want you to mix up the cups a bunch of times. If I can find the cup with your keys under it, we go get a sweet treat.”

Finally, Keiji smiles in realization, chuckling and shaking his head at your antics. “Can’t I just go get you a sweet treat?” He asks.

You shrug, “I wanted to leave it up to the universe.”

He looks back down at the crystal clear cups, “the universe seems to be rigged.”

“The universe will provide for your spouse if it desires.” You press a kiss to his cheek and spin around, “okay! Mix them up.”

Keiji looks down at the cups in front of him, and there’s a though, just a thought, of taking the keys from under the cup and hiding them, but the idea of you pouting has his heart squeezing. Even if you do deserve to be messed with a little.

He grabs the left cup and slides it to the middle, moving the middle to the left. “Okay. Mixed them.”

“You mixed them enough?” You ask. “I didn’t hear a lot of shuffling.”

“You’ll just have to pick a cup and see,” he assures.

You spin back around and hum in thought, mockingly patting your chin as if to truly be thinking about which crystal clear cup his keys are under. Your hand hovers over one of the empty glasses, then the other one, before curiously grabbing the key-glass. You cheer happily and clap, and Keiji chuckles and claps with you.

“How ever did you figure it out?” He asks.

“You have a genius living under your roof,” you sigh dramatically. “You’re welcome. I’ll be sure to use my big brain for good, rather than evil.”

“Sounds good,” he hums. “Go get shoes on, you’ve earned a sweet treat, I suppose.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice as you barrel down the hallway, leaving him to scrub his face with his hands, looking to the sky in amusement.