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Arcane Highschool!AU 2
characters - vi, caitlyn, jinx, sevika, ekko, jayce and viktor content - 6.1k words, part 1 here, established relationships except for vi's, Star athlete!vi x band!reader, Childhoodbestfriend!caitlyn, New kid!jinx x Class president!reader, Troublemaker!sevika x Tutor!reader, Artist!ekko x Muse!reader, Bestfriend!jayce, and Enemies to lovers!viktor
A/N - lmaoo.. sorry yall for not posting for like a really long time ;-; studied my azz off last week which was def worth it cuz i did so feaking well on that exam hehe. this was lowk rushed bcuz i rlly wanted to post. hope yall enjoy queens (> 3 <)
— Star Athlete!vi and Band!reader
The weeks following that unexpected late-night moment between you two felt different—charged with something new, something unspoken but lingering in the air. It wasn’t just the occasional brush of hands when walking side by side, or the way she’d glance at you across the cafeteria before looking away just a little too fast. It was the warmth in her voice when she teased you, the way she stuck around after practice just to sit beside you while you tuned your instrument.
She never said why she stayed. You never asked.
But you both knew.
It started with one call—past midnight, your phone buzzing against your nightstand.
“I can’t sleep,” she said when you answered, her voice rough with exhaustion.
You could hear the faint sound of cars passing outside, the rustle of her shifting under the covers.
“You’re calling me because you can’t sleep?” you murmured, trying to ignore the way your heart pounded at the thought of her thinking about you this late.
“Yeah,” she admitted. A pause. “Your voice is kinda nice.”
Heat rushed to your face. “Oh.”
“Don’t get a big head about it.”
You smiled, rolling onto your side.
From that night on, the calls became routine. Sometimes she ranted about her coach pushing her too hard. Sometimes you talked about your music, your fingers unconsciously tracing the melodies you’d played that day. Other times, you simply listened to each other breathe, neither willing to hang up first.
one day, she told you about a celebration party her teammates where hosting
She invited you.
“It won’t be the worst thing ever,” she had said, arms crossed as she leaned against your locker. “Just show up for a little bit.”
You’d raised an eyebrow. “Since when did you want me at parties?”
Her lips had twitched, almost like she was fighting back a smirk. “Since I realized you never leave that damn band room. It’s tragic, really.”
So here you were, awkwardly lingering near the kitchen, nursing a half-empty cup of soda while bodies moved and music pulsed around you.
And she? She was in the center of it all—laughing, drinking, surrounded by teammates who treated her like some kind of legend. She belonged here, in the chaos and the noise.
You? Not so much.
You should have left an hour ago, but something held you in place. Maybe it was the way she kept glancing at you between conversations, like she was making sure you were still there. Or maybe it was the warmth in her eyes whenever your gazes met.
Either way, you weren’t leaving just yet.
You had just decided to step outside for some air when you felt a strong hand wrap around your wrist.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
You turned, blinking up at her. She was closer than expected, her usual cocky smirk in place—but there was something else in her expression, something tense.
“Just getting some air,” you replied. “It’s suffocating in here.”
She hesitated, then nodded. “Come on.”
Before you could respond, she was leading you out the back door, weaving through the crowd with ease. The cool night air hit you instantly, a sharp contrast to the heat of the party.
You leaned against the railing of the back porch, inhaling deeply. “Finally.”
She chuckled beside you, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her jacket. “Didn’t think you’d actually come tonight.”
You shot her a look. “You asked me to.”
She was quiet for a moment, staring out into the night. Then, in a voice softer than you’d ever heard from her, she said, “Yeah. I did.”
Something about the way she said it sent your heartbeat into a sprint.
You shifted, watching her carefully. “Why?”
She exhaled slowly, running a hand through her hair. “Because I wanted you here.”
Your breath caught.
She turned to face you fully now, her expression serious—no teasing smirk, no sarcastic remark to deflect. Just raw honesty.
“I know I’m not the easiest person to be around,” she started, voice steady but laced with something vulnerable. “I’m stubborn, I’m hot-headed, and I probably piss you off at least twice a day.”
You huffed out a quiet laugh. “At least.”
Her lips quirked up slightly before she continued. “But you… you’re different. You challenge me. You don’t put up with my crap, and somehow, you still—” She exhaled sharply, shaking her head. “I don’t know why, but I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Your heart pounded so hard you were sure she could hear it.
“I keep catching myself looking for you in a crowd,” she admitted, shifting her weight like she was forcing herself to stay still. “I wait outside your rehearsals, even when I could’ve left. I call you at night because your voice is the only thing that makes me feel like the world isn’t spinning too fast.”
She took a shaky breath.
“I like you.”
The words hung between you, thick with weight, with meaning.
“I don’t just like you, actually,” she corrected, her voice barely above a whisper now. “I—I think I’m falling for you.”
You stared at her, stunned, unable to form words.
Her fingers flexed at her sides, like she was bracing for rejection. “If that’s weird, or if you don’t feel the same, just—”
You stepped forward before she could finish, reaching for her hand.
She froze as your fingers slid between hers, as you squeezed lightly.
“You idiot,” you murmured, your chest aching with something overwhelming. “I’ve been falling for you this whole time.”
Her eyes widened slightly, like she hadn’t fully considered that possibility.
Then, after a beat, she huffed out a laugh. “God, we’re dumb.”
You grinned. “Yeah. A little bit.”
For the first time in what felt like forever, she looked nervous. “Can I—?”
You didn’t let her finish. Instead, you pulled her down into a kiss.
It wasn’t perfect—she was clumsy, caught off guard, but warm and sure the moment she realized what was happening. One of her hands came up to cup your face, rough and calloused but impossibly gentle.
When you finally pulled away, she was breathless, eyes flickering between yours.
“So,” she murmured, voice lower now. “Does this mean I can start calling you my girlfriend?”
You rolled your eyes, laughing softly. “You’re insufferable.”
“And you like it.”
You sighed dramatically, pretending to think. “Unfortunately.”
She grinned, lacing your fingers together. “Good.”
And as she pulled you back inside—back into the noise and the chaos of the party—it didn’t feel overwhelming anymore.
Not when she was right beside you.
Not when she was yours.
— Childhood Bestfriend!caitlyn
The days that followed felt like something out of a dream. The kind of dream you never wanted to wake up from.
She had been true to her word—she didn’t want to let you go again. Every morning, you’d wake up to a good morning text, and by the afternoon, she’d have already made plans for the two of you, whether it was a quiet café visit, a stroll through the city, or simply lounging in her estate’s massive library, reminiscing about the past between pages of old books.
She had slipped back into your life as if she had never left it.
And yet, there was something new about this—something deeper, sweeter
Like the way she’d always find an excuse to touch you, whether it was resting her head on your shoulder when she was tired, bumping her knee against yours under the table, or absentmindedly playing with your fingers when you sat next to each other.
Or the way she would wait for you. Even when she was drowning in responsibilities, she would insist on having lunch together, texting you just to tell you something random about her day.
Or the way she’d steal your snacks.
Without fail, if you had food, she would somehow find a way to take at least a bite. “Sharing is caring,” she’d say, plucking a fry from your plate before you could react. And if you tried to call her out on it? She’d just smirk, pop whatever she took into her mouth, and say, “You love me, so it doesn’t count as stealing.”
(And you couldn’t even argue. Because she was right.)
Then there were the nights.
Those were your favorite.
She was always busiest during the day, but at night? That was when she really let herself be soft with you.
Like when you’d both curl up on the couch, watching movies that neither of you paid attention to because she was too busy tracing lazy patterns against your arm, or playing with your fingers, or resting her head in your lap with the most peaceful look on her face.
Or the nights when she’d show up at your door unannounced, eyes heavy with exhaustion but still full of warmth as she mumbled, “Just needed to see you.”
You’d let her in without question, and she’d collapse onto your bed with a tired sigh, reaching for you without hesitation. “Come here,” she’d murmur, voice softer than usual, more vulnerable. And when you settled next to her, she’d just hold you, burying her face against your neck, breathing you in like you were the only thing keeping her steady.
Or—your personal favorite—the way she looked at you.
Soft. Fond. Like you were the most precious thing she had ever laid eyes on.
One evening, as you sat curled up on the couch in her study, she nudged you with her foot. “Hey.”
You looked up from your book. “Hmm?”
She grinned. “Let’s make cupcakes.”
You blinked. “What?”
“I want cupcakes,” she repeated matter-of-factly, already standing up and stretching. “And I want to make them with you.”
You laughed, setting your book aside. “Since when do you bake?”
“I don’t,” she admitted, offering a hand to pull you up. “But I’m a fast learner. Come on.”
You sighed but let her drag you to the kitchen. What followed was absolute chaos.
Flour on the counter, sugar accidentally spilled on the floor, a mess of ingredients neither of you fully measured properly. She kept getting distracted, flicking flour at you, grinning mischievously every time you yelped in protest.
At some point, she wrapped her arms around you from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder as you mixed the batter. “I think we make a good team.”
You rolled your eyes. “That’s because I’m doing all the work.”
She hummed, tightening her hold on you slightly. “And you do it so well.”
Your cheeks burned. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you love it.”
You sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately.”
She laughed, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before pulling away. “Okay, okay, let’s get these in the oven before I distract you too much.”
Too late, you thought, but you didn’t say it aloud.
Instead, you watched as she carefully placed the tray in the oven, a proud gleam in her eyes despite the fact that neither of you had any idea if the cookies would even taste good.
It didn’t really matter.
Because moments like this—messy, chaotic, ridiculous moments with her—were worth more than any perfect, scripted day.
And when the cupcakes came out horribly burnt, she just laughed, tossed one to you, and said, “Guess we’ll have to try again tomorrow.”
And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.
— New kid!jinx and Class president!reader
Loving her was like standing in the eye of a storm—unpredictable, consuming, and just a little dangerous.
But you never wanted to be anywhere else.
She was everything you weren’t. But in the same way that she crashed into your life like a hurricane, she had also settled into it, leaving pieces of herself in all the places she had touched.
And now, she was everywhere.
You didn’t even know when it happened, but somewhere between her dragging you into trouble and worming her way into your perfectly structured life, she had become a permanent fixture.
No, more than that.
She had become yours.
Your mornings were different now.
Instead of waking up to your alarm and immediately drowning in responsibilities, you woke up to her texts.
chaos incarnate: WAKE UP chaos incarnate: pres, you better not be ignoring me chaos incarnate: hello?? chaos incarnate: fine. i’m calling you.
And then, not even a second later, your phone would start ringing.
You groaned, answering it without opening your eyes. “You’re the worst.”
“Good morning to you too, babe.”
You sighed, rolling over. “It’s four a.m.”
“Yeah, well, I missed you.”
Your heart stuttered, heat rising to your cheeks.
You hated how easily she did that.
“…We saw each other yesterday.”
“And? That was a whole eight hours ago.”
You groaned again, but this time, you couldn’t fight the smile spreading across your lips.
The entire school knew about you two.
Not because you told anyone, but because she made it impossible not to know.
She’d sling an arm over your shoulder in the halls, leaning in obnoxiously close just to see you flustered.
She’d steal your lunch, even if she had her own, just to make you roll your eyes and huff at her—because, according to her, you looked cute when you were annoyed.
She’d sit in on student council meetings—uninvited—kicking her feet up on the table like she belonged there, just to watch you glare at her.
And if anyone so much as looked at you for too long?
She’d pull you closer, smirking as she draped herself over you and drawled, “Mine.”
You pretended to be exasperated by it all.
You weren’t.
One second, she was smirking at you from across the room, her gaze sharp, teasing, full of something wild you could never quite pin down. The next, she was leaning against your desk, spinning a pen between her fingers as she sighed dramatically about how boring the student council meetings were, just to get a reaction out of you.
And sometimes—when no one else was around—she’d be quiet. Soft. Like a storm that had momentarily calmed, if only for you.
It was confusing. It was frustrating.
But it was also thrilling.
You never knew what she’d do next, but somehow, you always ended up right there with her.
“We’re skipping.”
You blinked up at her from your pile of papers. “What?”
She grinned, already grabbing your wrist, tugging you out of your chair. “I said, we’re skipping. Come on.”
You pulled back instinctively. “I can’t. I have to finish—”
“Boring,” she cut in, rolling her eyes. “You work too much. If you spend one more hour staring at those papers, you’ll turn into one.”
You crossed your arms. “And you get into trouble too much.”
She smirked. “Yeah? And yet, here you are, still standing next to me.”
You sighed, but the fight was already slipping out of you. With her, it always did.
She took advantage of your hesitation, intertwining her fingers with yours, and your heart definitely didn’t just stutter in your chest.
“Come on,” she murmured, giving your hand a squeeze. “Just for a little while?”
And just like that, you were done for.
The two of you ended up on the rooftop, the one place where no one ever checked.
She sat on the ledge, legs swinging slightly, looking up at the sky like she had never seen it before.
For a moment, she was quiet. Contemplative.
Then, without looking at you, she spoke.
“You know, you’re the only person who’s ever stuck around.”
The words were soft, but something about them hit harder than anything she had ever said before.
You swallowed, watching her carefully. “You don’t make it easy.”
She laughed, a little breathless. “No. I don’t.”
Silence settled between you, comfortable in a way you never expected.
Then, before you could think too much about it, you reached out, gently brushing your fingers against hers where they rested on the ledge.
She went completely still.
You hesitated, pulling back slightly, but she caught your hand before you could.
Her grip was tight—like she was afraid you’d disappear if she let go.
“You drive me crazy,” she muttered, shaking her head. “You’re stubborn, and you worry too much, and you never break the rules.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Thanks?”
She huffed, exasperated, before turning to face you fully.
And then—before you could react—she leaned in, pressing a soft, fleeting kiss to your cheek.
Your brain short-circuited.
She pulled back, smirking at your stunned expression, but there was something warm in her eyes, something real.
“You’re mine now,” she declared, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
You opened your mouth—probably to protest, maybe to demand an explanation—but she just squeezed your hand again, tilting her head at you.
“…Unless you don’t want to be.”
You swallowed, heartbeat hammering in your chest.
And then, slowly, you laced your fingers through hers properly, squeezing back.
“…I think I do.”
Her smirk softened into something almost gentle.
“Good,” she murmured.
— Troublemaker!sevika and Tutor!reader
You weren’t sure when this became normal.
When tutoring sessions turned into something more—into lingering glances across textbooks, into stolen moments between classes, into a relationship that neither of you ever really talked about, but both of you knew was real.
It had started with her grumbling about the stupid school system, about how she didn’t need to study when she had “better things to do.” But now? Now, she was here—on time, every time, sitting across from you with a scowl like she hadn’t just walked across campus grinning at you like an idiot when she thought no one was looking.
She had changed.
Or maybe she hadn’t, and you were just seeing her differently now.
Either way, she was yours.
And that was enough.
“You’re staring.”
You blinked, realizing that, yes, you were staring, and, yes, she was very much aware of it.
“I’m not,” you lied.
She smirked. “Yeah? Then why haven’t you flipped the page in five minutes?”
You opened your mouth, then shut it.
Damn it.
She leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm, her eyes glinting with amusement. “Didn’t take you for the distracted type, tutor.”
You sighed, closing the book. “Maybe if you actually studied, I wouldn’t have to get distracted.”
She scoffed, leaning back. “I do study.”
You gave her a look.
“Okay, fine,” she huffed. “I study when you make me.”
“Exactly.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.
Instead, she tilted her head, watching you in that way that always made your stomach do something weird.
“Why do you even put up with me?” she asked.
The question caught you off guard.
Not because you didn’t have an answer, but because she sounded genuinely curious.
Like she didn’t understand why you were still here.
Like she didn’t realize how easy it was to love her.
You frowned. “Because I want to.”
She stared at you for a moment, something unreadable flickering in her expression.
Then, suddenly, she reached across the table, grabbing your hand.
It wasn’t gentle.
It never was with her.
But her grip was warm, steady, real.
“…Good,” she muttered, squeezing your fingers once before pulling away. “You’re stuck with me, anyway.”
You smiled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Dating her meant learning to navigate her world.
The world of bruised knuckles and reckless grins, of sharp words and sharper instincts, of someone who had spent so long fighting that she didn’t know how to stop.
You didn’t mind.
She never hurt you—not really.
But sometimes, she’d show up to your study sessions with a fresh cut on her cheek, or a bandage wrapped around her hand, or a bruise blooming on her jaw, and every time, you’d sigh, pulling out your first aid kit without saying a word.
She hated it.
“You don’t have to—”
“I do.”
She huffed but didn’t pull away, letting you press a cotton pad to her cheek, wincing when the antiseptic stung.
“Idiot,” you muttered, brushing your thumb over her skin after you were done.
She smirked. “You love me.”
You didn’t argue.
Instead, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the uninjured side of her face.
She tensed for half a second before melting into it, her fingers curling around your wrist, holding you in place like she never wanted you to leave.
“…Yeah,” you murmured. “I do.”
There were other parts of her world, too.
Parts that had nothing to do with fights or scraped knuckles.
Like how she always walked you home, no matter how many times you told her she didn’t need to.
Or how she’d steal your pens just to hear you complain about it, only to return them later with a smug grin.
Or how she’d grumble about studying, but when you fell asleep next to her, she’d pull a blanket over you without saying a word.
Or how she’d stay, even when she didn’t have to.
She wasn’t the best with words.
But she didn’t need to be.
Not when she loved you like this.
“Hey,” she called one day, leaning against your locker.
You raised a brow. “What?”
She didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, she shifted, suddenly looking a little… awkward.
Which was weird, because she was never awkward.
You frowned. “Are you—”
“I got you something,” she blurted out.
You blinked. “You what?”
She huffed, shoving something into your hands.
It was… a necklace. Simple, understated. Something you would actually wear.
You stared at it, then at her.
“…Why?”
She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “Because I wanted to.”
You looked down at it again, running your fingers over the chain.
It was nice.
And it was from her.
Your heart did that weird thing again.
“…Put it on me?” you asked softly, handing it back.
She blinked, like she hadn’t expected that, before scoffing. “You really like making me do things, don’t you?”
You smiled. “Yes.”
She muttered something under her breath but moved behind you, fastening the clasp.
Her fingers brushed against your skin, and you shivered.
“…There,” she murmured.
You turned back to her, letting her see the way you were smiling. “Thank you.”
She shrugged, but her ears were red.
You grinned.
Then, impulsively, you reached up, cupping her face in your hands before pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.
She froze.
“…You absolute menace,” she muttered after a second, her voice half-choked.
You laughed. “You love me.”
She groaned. “I hate you.”
But the way she grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together as she pulled you down the hall?
That told a very different story.
— Artist!ekko and Muse!reader
The world felt different when he painted you.
Maybe it was the way his eyes softened as they traced your features, the way his lips quirked up ever so slightly in that absentminded, faraway smile. Or maybe it was the way he became so completely immersed in the moment, like nothing else existed except you, him, and the quiet hum of creation between you.
You weren’t sure when it had started—when you had become his muse, when his hands had memorized the slopes and curves of your expression more intimately than you ever could. But at some point, it became normal to sit in his studio, to let him paint you while the sun spilled golden light across the room.
At some point, it became home.
"Stay still," he murmured, his voice soft but firm.
You huffed but obeyed, shifting just slightly to get comfortable. “You know, I’m starting to think you just tell me that so I don’t walk away.”
He smirked without looking up. “Would it work?”
You rolled your eyes. “Obviously.”
He chuckled, dipping his brush into a fresh stroke of color. "Then I don’t see the problem."
You watched him work, watched the way his fingers moved with practiced precision, his brow furrowing in deep focus.
It was so like him—to get completely lost in his art, in the way he captured emotions in strokes of paint. You weren’t even sure he realized how much he gave away when he worked. The quiet admiration, the unwavering patience, the unspoken tenderness in the way he committed you to canvas.
The thought made warmth curl in your chest.
He loved you.
Even in the moments when he didn’t say it outright, you felt it.
“…You’re staring,” he noted after a moment, amusement dancing in his tone.
You smirked. "So?"
"So," he mused, dabbing a final stroke onto the canvas before finally looking at you, "stay still."
You scoffed but didn’t argue.
His gaze lingered, studying you like he was committing every detail to memory.
Then, suddenly, he set the brush down, wiping his hands on a cloth before standing up and making his way toward you.
Your brows furrowed. "Are we done?"
He hummed, stopping right in front of you. "Almost."
Before you could question him, he reached out, gently swiping his thumb across your cheek.
You blinked.
“…Did you just wipe paint on me?”
His lips twitched. "Maybe."
Your jaw dropped. "You menace—"
He laughed, grabbing your hands before you could retaliate. "It’s barely anything!"
"You smudged me!"
"You’ll live."
You gasped dramatically. “I can feel it on my face—”
"Would you like me to fix it?"
You squinted at him, suspicious. "How?"
He smiled. "Like this."
And then, before you could react, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek, right where the paint had been.
You froze.
Your heart stumbled over itself, warmth blooming beneath your skin.
"...That doesn’t count as fixing it," you mumbled, embarrassed by how breathless you sounded.
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his smile soft, fond.
"I disagree."
Loving him meant understanding the way he saw the world.
The way his hands itched to create, to turn fleeting emotions into something tangible.
The way he’d go silent for long stretches, caught up in his own thoughts, before suddenly dragging you into his latest project with that spark of inspiration in his eyes.
The way he loved you—not just with words, but in the way he painted you, over and over again, like he was trying to keep you forever.
And maybe, in his own way, he was.
One night, long after the city had gone quiet, you found yourself back in his studio, curled up on the couch while he worked.
You weren’t posing this time.
You were just there, watching as he sketched in his notebook, his focus unwavering even as the hours slipped by.
“…Do you ever get tired of painting me?” you asked suddenly.
He paused, looking up at you.
Then, without hesitation—"Never."
You stared at him. “You say that like it’s obvious.”
"It is obvious," he said simply, setting his notebook aside as he moved toward you.
You let him sit beside you, watching as he reached for your hand, tracing absentminded patterns along your fingers.
“…There are infinite things in the world to paint,” he murmured, his touch feather-light, reverent. “Landscapes, emotions, stories… But you?” He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles. "You are my favorite."
Your breath caught.
You weren’t used to this—to his quiet, devastating sincerity.
He didn’t always say how he felt outright. He spoke in colors, in soft touches, in lingering glances over paint-stained canvases.
But this?
This was something else entirely.
“…You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, feeling your face grow warm.
He smirked. “And you love me for it.”
You rolled your eyes but didn’t deny it.
Instead, you tugged him closer, resting your forehead against his.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
You just existed—wrapped in warmth, in paint-stained fingertips and whispered affections between the silence.
And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.
— Bestfriend!jayce
There were moments where you still couldn’t believe this was real.
That after years of laughter, inside jokes, stolen hoodies, and whispered dreams of the future, you had ended up here—curled up next to him, his arm lazily draped around you, as if this had been inevitable from the very start.
In a way, maybe it was.
Loving him never felt like a sudden thing, never like some grand revelation that struck you out of nowhere. It had crept in slowly, weaving itself between every late-night conversation, every lingering glance, every touch that lasted just a little longer than it needed to.
And now? Now it was second nature.
He was yours.
And you were his.
“You’re doing that thing again.”
You blinked. “What thing?”
He smirked without looking up from his book. “The thing where you stare at me like I put the stars in the sky.”
You scoffed, shoving him playfully. “Get over yourself.”
He chuckled, finally turning his attention toward you. “Not denying it, though.”
You rolled your eyes, but the warmth creeping up your neck betrayed you. “Maybe I was just zoning out.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Or judging you.”
“Doubt it.”
You sighed, dramatic. “God, dating you is exhausting.”
“Right?” he teased. “Can’t believe you fell for me.”
“Yeah,” you muttered. “Can’t believe I did, either.”
His expression softened at that, his teasing smile melting into something fonder.
Then, suddenly, he reached out, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face before letting his fingers trail down, tracing the curve of your jaw.
“…Lucky me,” he murmured.
Your breath caught.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
You just sat there, the warmth of his touch seeping into your skin, your heart stumbling over itself at the way he was looking at you.
Like you were something rare.
Like he had been waiting his whole life for you.
“…You’re such a sap,” you whispered.
His lips twitched. “Only for you.”
The thing about dating your best friend was that nothing really changed.
Not in the way you expected, at least.
There were still late-night fast food runs, still study sessions that turned into existential conversations, still a constant presence at your side whenever you needed him (and even when you didn’t).
But there were differences, too.
Like how he held your hand without hesitation now, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Or how he hugged you longer, pressing his face into your shoulder like he needed to be close to you.
Or how he kissed your forehead absentmindedly whenever you did something that made him proud, as if he didn’t even realize he was doing it.
Or how he whispered, "Love you," so casually, like he had always been saying it.
Like he always would.
“Okay, real talk,” he said one night, sprawled across your bed like he owned it.
You hummed, flipping a page in your book. “Mm?”
“If we weren’t dating, would you still have a crush on me?”
You blinked, giving him an unimpressed look. “What kind of question is that?”
“A valid one.”
You sighed, setting your book down. “We are dating.”
“But if we weren’t,” he pressed, propping himself up on his elbows. “Would you still be into me?”
You narrowed your eyes. “What kind of answer are you looking for?”
“The truth.”
You stared at him, trying to figure out what he was really asking.
Then, with a smirk, you shrugged. “Dunno. You’re kinda annoying.”
He gasped. “Rude.”
“But,” you continued, reaching over to poke his cheek, “I’d probably be in love with you anyway.”
He grinned. “Knew it.”
You rolled your eyes. “Shut up.”
“Hopelessly in love.”
You groaned. “Why do I even like you?”
He laughed, grabbing your hand and lacing your fingers together.
“…Because we were always meant to end up here.”
Your breath hitched.
The words were simple, said so casually, but they settled deep in your chest, spreading warmth through your entire being.
Because he was right.
Every moment, every choice, every little thing that led to this—it had always been leading you here.
To him.
To this.
To something more than forever.
— Enemies to lovers!viktor and reader
It still surprised you sometimes—how things had changed.
How the cold rivalry that once existed between you had melted into something warm, something constant, something that made your chest tighten in the best way whenever you so much as thought about it.
About him.
Once upon a time, you and him had been at odds with each other, a battle of sharp words and stubborn ideals. He was relentless, fiercely determined, a mind constantly working ten steps ahead. And you—well, you were the opposite. Passionate, chaotic, diving headfirst into the unknown with little concern for anything but discovery.
But now?
Now he was yours.
And God, you loved him.
“Stop working,” you whined, dramatically flopping onto his desk.
He barely spared you a glance, eyes still locked onto the notebook in front of him. “Can’t.”
“You always say that,” you huffed, watching as he furiously jotted down another equation, his pen moving like it had a will of its own.
“Because it’s always true,” he shot back, voice carrying that familiar unwavering certainty.
You rolled your eyes. “Five-minute break.”
“No.”
“Two minutes?”
“No.”
You sighed, tilting your head at him. “What could possibly be so important that you can’t take two minutes to—” You peered at his notes and blinked. “Wait. Is this…” You trailed off, recognizing the layout of a physics equation, the bold scrawl of hypotheses scattered between calculations.
He finally glanced at you, the sharp glint of his focus not dulled in the slightest. “I had a thought earlier and needed to get it down.”
You stared at him. “You had a thought so urgent that you couldn’t even pause for two seconds?”
“Yes.”
You exhaled, shaking your head. “You’re crazy”
“And you’re distracting.”
“You love me, though.”
A flicker of something softened his expression. He didn’t answer immediately, just studied you with those impossibly sharp eyes, the ones that always seemed to be unraveling the mysteries of the universe—except, in that moment, they were solely on you.
“Yeah,” he murmured eventually, the intensity of it making your breath catch. “I do.”
It was rare, hearing it outright like that. He wasn’t one for grand proclamations, but when he did speak—when he let himself be honest—it always hit you like a tidal wave.
You swallowed, warmth pooling in your chest. “Then take a break.”
He sighed, exasperated but amused. Then, to your utter delight, he set his pen down.
“Two minutes,” he relented.
You grinned, holding out your arms. “Hug me.”
He stared. “…Are you serious?”
“Absolutely.”
For a moment, he just looked at you, like he was analyzing the request for its deeper meaning. Then, without another word, he leaned forward and pulled you against him.
You melted instantly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. His arms were strong, steady—the kind of embrace that felt unshakable, like he would hold the entire world together if it meant keeping you safe.
“…Better?” he murmured.
You nodded against him. “Much.”
His fingers lingered at your back, just the faintest trace of hesitation before he fully gave in, relaxing into the embrace.
And neither of you let go.
Dating him had been an adjustment.
He wasn’t the kind to wear his emotions on his sleeve. He was driven, always looking forward, always chasing after the next big thing. His brain never stopped, his heart never wavered, his ambition burning like an unstoppable fire.
Which meant he showed affection in his own way.
Like the way he never actually said I love you, but instead muttered things like, don’t forget to eat or stay inside, it’s cold.
Like the way he pretended to be annoyed when you interrupted his work, only to immediately pull you back when you tried to leave.
Like the way he sighed every time you teased him, only to let you lace your fingers with his under desks, his grip never faltering.
And the thing was?
You wouldn’t trade it for anything.
One evening, you were in the library together, him completely immersed in his research while you doodled aimlessly in your notebook.
The silence was comfortable, the kind that had become second nature between you.
Then, suddenly—
“…You make me reckless.”
You blinked. “Uh. Excuse me?”
He didn’t look up, his fingers tapping idly against the table. “You make me reckless,” he repeated, almost contemplative. “It’s irritating.”
You squinted at him. “Are you… saying you love me?”
He hummed. “Statistically, it would be hard to deny.”
Your heart stumbled over itself. “Oh my God.”
He finally looked up, arching a brow. “What?”
“You just confessed your love for me like it was a scientific fact.”
“…And?”
You let out a laugh, completely endeared. “You’re unbelievable.”
He rolled his eyes but didn’t look annoyed. If anything, there was something fond in the way he regarded you, something soft in the way he reached out, tapping his fingers against your wrist.
“…You already knew,” he murmured.
It wasn’t a question.
Because of course you knew.
You had known for a long time now.
But hearing it—even in his own, methodical way—still sent warmth flooding through your entire being.
You smiled.
“Yeah,” you whispered, reaching for his hand, lacing your fingers together. “I did.”
And if he squeezed your hand just a little tighter?
Well.
You didn’t mention it.
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Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 18
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ABO Non-Idol Stray Kids Universe Poly OT8 x Reader 18+ MDNI
Warnings in the Series Masterlist as well as any other information needed
I have a question for you guys. How do you guys read Innie? Because I saw someone on TikTok read it as I.N-ie where I've always read it as in-ie, like Jeonginnie. I'm just curious as to how people read it.
Chapter 18
“Are you sure you guys don’t need any help?” Y/n asks as she watches Minho and Felix move around the kitchen making dinner.
“We’ve got it, baby.” Felix smiles at her before booping her nose causing her to scrunch it up. “Go relax a little.”
The omega sighs before turning to see where everyone else is. She knows Jisung and Jeongin are out walking in the neighborhood. She then spots Changbin standing outside the back door and walks out to join him.
“Hey pretty girl.” He smiles looking up from his phone.
“Is that your omega?” A female voice asks from his call.
“Oh, sorry Binnie.” Y/n frowns a little for interrupting his phone call. “I didn’t realize you were talking to someone.”
“It’s okay baby, it’s just my sister.” He holds his hand out for her to join him. “She’s been wanting to meet you anyways.”
She takes his hand and he brings her close to his side, wrapping an arm around her waist as she looks at the phone seeing his sister on a video call.
“Hi Y/n, it’s so good to finally meet you.” The older girl beams on the phone. “I’m Jaehee.”
“Hi.” Y/n waves shyly. “I didn’t know Changbin had an older sister.”
“That's just like him, not to mention me.” Jaehee rolls her eyes. “He’s told us a lot about you though. You’re even cuter than he described. Not sure how you ended up with someone like my brother though.”
“Yah!!” Changbin yells, causing the girl to lean away from him a little at his loud voice.
“Don’t make the poor girl deaf, Changbinnie.” Jaehee scolds. “God you’re so loud.”
“If I had known you were just going to make fun of me the whole time I wouldn’t have answered your call.” He grumbles causing his sister to laugh.
“I’ll be nice.” Jaehee smiles then looks at the omega through the camera. “So Y/n, how are you liking Jeju Island? Changbin said it’s your first time being there. Do you like our beach house?”
“It’s very beautiful here. And the house is amazing.” Y/n smiles. “I can understand why Jisung and Felix wanted to come here so badly.”
“What have you guys been up to so far?”
“All together we’ve only done a beach day. Though I think we’re all going to the drive-in theatre tonight since Felix and Minho are making an early dinner.” She looks at her mate for confirmation who nods yes. “And they’ve each paired up and have been taking me on dates as proper courting.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet.” The older female gushes. “What did my brother do for his date?”
“We haven't gone yet. He and Ji are my last date tomorrow.”
“Changbin, you better treat this girl right on your guys date tomorrow.” She scolds. “I expect princess treatment, you hear me?”
“Trust me, all she knows at this point is princess treatment.” The alpha defends making the girl next to him blush as he pulls her closer to him and nuzzles her cheek.
“Y/n, if he ever does anything to upset you, call me okay?”
“Will do, Jaehee.”
“So what did the others do for your dates?” Jaehee places her chin in her hand.
“Chan and Seungmin took me to some shops to get a swimsuit and we got desserts.” Y/n smiles as she thinks about her dates. “Felix and Jeongin took me to a gaming cafe and Minho and Hyunjin took me to the farmers market and craft fair.”
“Ooh Changbinnie, you’ve got some competition.”
“It isn’t about which pair takes her on a better date Jaehee.” Changbin looks annoyed with his sister now. “This trip is about all of us bonding and getting to know our girl better.”
“Alright, alright.” She puts her hands up in surrender. “I’ll stop being a pest and let you guys go. Have fun on the rest of your vacation. And Y/n, we’ll have to figure out sometime when you and Changbin can come over to our parents so we can meet in person.”
“Sounds good.” The omega smiles. “I know we’ll have to figure that out for everyone's families.”
“Tell everyone else I said hi. And we’ll talk again soon.”
“Bye.” Y/n and Changbin say at the same time before hanging up the video call.
“Sorry about her, pretty girl.”
“Don’t worry about it, I like her.” Y/n smiles up at him. “I can’t wait to meet her and your parents in person.”
“We’ll definitely have to figure out with everyone when we can finally introduce you to all of our families.”
“Do you think all of your guy’s family will like me?” The omega scent starts to sour as she starts to get into her head.
“Look at me, pretty girl.” He places a finger under her chin to lift her head up so they are making eye contact. “Our families will love you. They’ll have no reasons not to.”
“You sure?”
“I’m positive.”
“Dinners ready.” Jeongin pokes his head out from the sliding glass door but then frowns when he sees the alpha and omega. “Jagiya, you okay?”
“She’s good, pup.” Changbin grabs her hand and leads her into the house and ruffles his hair as they walk past. “Let's eat so we can get ready to head out.”
Minho and Felix place the last of the food on the table as they all start taking seats. Jeongin quickly takes one of the seats next to Y/n. He’s been worried about her since she had asked him to help her slip into subspace, hovering around her a little more.
“So there are two movies playing tonight.” Chan says as everyone starts eating. “One screen will be playing Jurassic World. And the other screen will be playing Five Feet Apart.”
“We have to see Five Feet Apart.” Felix sits up straight, eyes wide with excitement.
“Isn’t it a sad sappy movie?” Seungmin scrunches his nose. “At least Jurassic World has action.”
“Like always, we’ll put it to a vote.” Changbin eyes the two in warning not to start arguing. “If you want to see Jurassic World, raise your hand.” Changbin raises his hand along with Seungmin, Jeongin and Chan. “And Five Feet Apart.” Felix, Jisung, Hyunjin and Minho raise theirs.
“Y/n, you didn’t vote.” Chan looks at her with a frown.
“Why do I have to be the one to decide?” She looks at all of them, scared that depending on which one she picks, the four who picked the other movie will be upset and grouchy the whole time.
“You get to have a choice in this too, babygirl.”
“And now that we have nine people we actually have a better voting system unlike before.” Jeongin places his hand on her thigh. “We would have so many ties with there being an even number of us that we would have to flip a coin to decide most of the time.”
“What if we see both?” She mumbles not looking at any of them. “We’re already planning to take two of the three cars right? So everyone that wants to see Jurassic world goes in one and everyone who wants to see Five Feet Apart goes in the other and everyone is happy.”
“No we’re not.” Minho shakes his head. “We’re supposed to be doing this as a pack, so we all see one movie, not split up to see different ones, it’s not how it works.”
“But I don’t want anyone who was wanting to see the other movie than the one I pick be upset and unhappy the whole time.”
“That won’t happen, pup, I promise.” Seungmin gives her a reassuring smile. “As long as we’re all together we’ll enjoy it.”
“Yeah, the plan is to put all the pillows and blankets in the bed of the trunk and we all get in it to watch the movie and cuddle.” Jisung smiles brightly, already excited for what's to come.
“So which do you pick, princess?” Hyunjin folds his hands together and rests his chin on them while waiting for her answer.
“Ummm…” She looks at all of them for a moment before taking a deep breath reminding herself that she actually has a say in things now and that no one will be upset with her for what she chooses. “I wanna see Five Feet Apart if that’s okay?”
“Of course it’s okay.” Changbins eyes soften at her. “Five votes for it makes it the winner.”
“Yes.” Felix and Jisung high five each other.
“Kitten, why don’t you go change into something comfier and grab whatever extra pillows and blankets are in the closest that we can set up in the bed of the truck.” Minho stands up to start cleaning. “We’ll get everything cleaned up so we can head on out as quickly as possible.”
“Okay.” The omega stands and quickly goes to her room to change as she hears the sounds of plates and dishes being handled.
“Why’d you send her off like that?” Jisung frowns as Minho takes his and Felix’s plates. “I thought what she was wearing was just fine.”
“Because I wanted your guys' opinions on something I had bought at the craft fair.” Minho places the plates in the sink before pulling the collar with the amethyst compass rose pendant out of his pocket showing it to all of them.
“Is that?” Chan moves closer to look at it while everyone sits there gapping at it.
“The booth was run by a nice alpha and omega couple, everything is handmade.” Minho gives Chan the collar so he can look at it and they can all pass it around. “I just felt that the compass rose was a good symbol for us and the omega said that amethysts is a symbol of faithful loves and a popular choice for those seeking a soulmate. Or something like that.”
“I think you put more thought into this than you did for my collar.” Felix says as he looks at the pendant.
“Lixie, you were determined to pick out your own collar, you didn’t give us a choice.” Chan nudges the omega.
“Because I’m picky with what I wear.” Felix pouts, handing the collar to Jisung before placing his hand on his own collar around his neck. “But I do love mine and I think Y/n will love this one.”
“So is this the one we’re gonna collar her with?” Hyunjin admires the pendant.
“Does everyone agree?” Chan asks and they all nod in excitement.
“I think it’s perfect.” Changbin hands the collar back to Minho.
“Chan, as pack alpha it’s only right that you give it to her.” He hands it back to the oldest male.
“But you were the one who found it.”
“And Felix found his own collar but you were still the one to collar him.” Jeongin speaks up.
“We all agree as pack alpha you should do it, Channie.” Seungmin forces him to fold his fingers around the collar before moving his hand to his pocket.
“I’ll do it tonight while we’re all in the bed of the truck. That way everyone is there.” Chan nods as he places it safely in his pocket.
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Felix, Y/n and Jisung move around the bed of the truck situating the pillows and blankets almost making a form of nest for everyone. Chan and Jeongin watch over the three of them as Minho, Changbin, Seungmin and Hyunjin went to the snack bar to get drinks and snacks. The second car is parked right next to the truck, the trunk open, back seats down and also set up with some blankets and pillows in case anyone gets too cold and wants to move inside the vehicle.
“You guys are just so cute.” Jeongin gawks at them which results in him getting hit in the head with a pillow by Jisung gaining a laugh from the omegas.
Jeongin grunts and his eyes show that he’s about to put the beta in his place but Chan stops the young alpha. “Not in public, Innie.”
“But hyung, he started it.”
“Don’t give me that tone, pup.” Chan asserts his dominance causing Jeongin to pout a little, making Jisung laugh. “Ji, you have no room to laugh, you did start it, don’t push it.”
“Alright, we’re done.” Felix announces hoping to defuse the situation between the three of them.
“And just in time.” Changbin calls out as he rounds the truck holding popcorn and a drink carrier, Minho, Hyunjin and Seungmin following behind with more drink carriers and popcorn or candy. “We’ve got the food.”
Jeongin gets in the truck and takes the food from them to place around. Felix and Jisung claim a corner of the truck and start cuddling as Minho gets into the bed of the truck and grabs their snacks and drinks, handing it to them. Changbin and Chan help Seungmin and Hyunjin get up into the truck before climbing up themselves.
Chan moves over near the two already cuddling and pulls Y/n along so she can lay against him. Hyunjin follows wanting cuddles from his alpha too. Changbin sits down before manhandling Seungmin into his lap and the beta allows it. And Minho moves over to pull Jeongin to him from where he’s kneeled, still watching the female omega like he’s been doing since their date.
“She’s okay, pup, relax.” Minho whispers into the youngest alphas hair as he’s pulled to his chest. “I’m proud of you for being observant of her but you’re hovering too much. Has she seemed to be actining any differently or on edge, more than normal?”
“No.” Jeongin shakes his head.
“Exactly. I know we were all worried because of her asking you to scent her into subspace but I genuinely think she was just wanting to experience it after she and Felix talked about it.” Minho reassures him. “You should be proud that she trusts you to do that for her. Be happy, okay.”
“Hey, babygirl, we’ve got something for you.” Chan says pushing on Y/n and Hyunjin a little so he can sit up.
The omega looks at him confused before looking at everyone else who are watching with excitement before turning back to Chan as he pulls something out of his pocket. Her eyes widen as she gasps when she sees the pendant necklace.
“Is that?” She covers her mouth in disbelief.
“We want to collar you if you’ll let us.” Chan smiles at her, his eyes filled with nothing but love. “Even though we all haven’t claimed you yet, we wanted something to show to you that we’ll be yours forever.”
“We know that not all omegas enjoy being collared, and it’s okay if you don’t want to be.” Hyunjin speaks up when she still hasn’t said anything.
“But we still wanted to give you one just like we did with Felix when he came out to us.” Changbin explains and Y/n looks over at the other omega and he shows off his collar he’s wearing.
She takes it from Chan to get a closer look. “It’s beautiful.”
“Minho hyung picked it out.” Jisung nudges her leg with his foot and the girl looks over at the second oldest alpha whose ears are burning red.
“I felt that the compass rose was a good representation of how we came to be.” The alpha watches her lovingly. “We were lost without you, you were lost on your own, and we managed to find each other, as if you were meant to run out of gas at that park because your true north was there or something.”
“Hyung, you’re getting sappy on us.” Seungmins groans, gaining a pinch to the side from Changbin who's still holding the beta in his lap.
Y/n starts to tear up and she quickly wipes her cheeks. “I love you guys.” She finally admits to all of them, her lip still trembling a little with overwhelming emotions, and her tears just keep coming.
She gets a chorus of “we love you too” as they all sit up to give her a group hug and they tell her not to cry.
“It’s happy tears.” She tries to laugh a little as they all hold her. When they all eventually pull away, she turns to Chan and gives him the collar. “Can you help me put it on?”
“Of course baby girl.” He kneels behind her and puts it around her neck as she holds her hair out of the way.
Once it's clasped in place she puts her hand over it and smiles before showing it off, everyone admiring her. They all still can’t believe that the beautiful omega in front of them is theirs.
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um- can we have shadow with a reader who gets chronic headaches- theg didnt tell shadow until they got one bad enough to cause tears because they are so used to headaches at that point- and shadow is a gentle fluffy bot there to help
“I’m Always Here to Help”
Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Reader
Requested: Yes (by an anon).
Description: You always wound up with chronic headaches on the worst of days. Luckily you had your partner to help you out this time.
Notes: More fluff, more fluff, more fluff! I hope you enjoy, anon!
(Reader will be gender-neutral.)
(Not proof-read/beta-read.)
(TW for swearing, but only for one bit of dialogue.)
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Blinking your eyes open, you take in your surroundings, groaning a bit as you rub your forehead with your pointer finger and thumb.
You woke up with one of your chronic headaches.
Great.
The room around you is a bit dark, but there’s sunlight peeking through your curtain.
���Unfortunately right onto your face.
You put your arm over your eyes, letting off a sigh.
It’s fine, you’ve dealt with your headaches before.
You sit up from your bed, uncovering your face, and trudge off of the bed with a small yawn.
You head out of your room, entering the kitchen, seeing your partner, Shadow, making breakfast. From what it smells like, he’s making bacon and eggs.
“Morning, [Name],” Shadow says. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah, I did,” you mutter. “You?”
“It was decent,” Shadow replies. “Sleeping beside you always makes it better.”
You let off a smile at that.
“Could you put four pieces of bread in the toaster?” Shadow asks.
“Sure thing,” you say.
You open the bread and pop the four pieces into the toaster, pushing the button down.
…Only for it to come back up.
Confused, you look at the dial, and surely enough, it’s at its usual spot.
You then check if it’s plugged in, which it’s not.
You plug it in and push the button down again, and it works this time.
You let out a quiet sigh of relief. You didn’t want to have to buy a new toaster.
After about a minute, the toast is done, and you butter each piece, placing two each on a plate just as Shadow finishes the food.
The two of you eat your breakfast, chatting about whatever, and after eating, Shadow quickly does the dishes, and the two of you head off to the couch to watch something.
…Only for Shadow to get a call on his communicator.
Grumbling, Shadow answers the call.
“What do you-”
“Shads! Sorry for the sudden call, but we could really use some backup!” the voice of Sonic says.
“And you couldn’t call any of your friends?” Shadow asks.
“Yeahh, about that- They’re all already here,” Sonic says. “You’re the last one I could call.”
Shadow lets out a sigh.
“On my way,” Shadow says, ending the call. “I’ll be back.”
“Stay safe, okay?” you request.
Shadow nods before Chaos Controlling away.
You let off a sigh of your own. You would’ve hoped hanging out with your partner would get rid of your headache, but now that was cancelled.
So you have to find some other way to get rid of your headache. So be it.
You start off by drinking some water and taking two pain relievers, which unfortunately will take a while to kick in, so now you need to pass the time.
Maybe…you could go on a run? No, your headache would get worse from that.
You could…clean the house? No, Shadow does that during his spare time.
May…be…baking?
Yes! Baking would be great!
Baking isn’t stressful, surely?
Besides, you can make something nice for you and Shadow to enjoy!
Getting out the ingredients to make a chocolate cake, you get to work.
Eggs, baking powder, flour, sugar-
Oops.
A bit too much sugar.
That’s okay, you can deal with that much.
A bit of vanilla extract, chocolate, and…
Okay! All mixed!
Pouring the mixture into a baking pan, you set it in the oven and let it bake for the required time while you make the frosting.
You put on your oven mitts to take the cake out, and-
…Wait, why does it smell like something’s burning?!
You quickly open the oven, and black smoke comes out of it, causing you to cough, backing away from the smoke while waving the smoke away from your eyes.
Once the smoke subsides you fall to your knees.
The tears from not only the pain of your headache, but from losing the cake you worked hard on, start pouring out of your eyes, and you choke out a sob.
You feel a pair of arms quickly wrap around you, and you turn around almost as fast, burying your head into your partner’s chest as you let the tears fall.
“Shhh, I’m here,” Shadow says. “Let it out. I’m not going anywhere.”
He holds you in his arms until you stop crying, and you let out a sad sigh.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Shadow asks.
“I…yeah,” you mutter. “I just…of course the day I want to do something nice for us is when I have a chronic headache…”
Shadow kisses your forehead before putting his hand on your cheek, rubbing it gently with his thumb.
“I’m sorry, sunshine,” Shadow says.
“Eh, it’s not your fault…The pain medicine finally decided to kick in, anyway, so it’s not as bad,” you tell him, leaning into his touch. “How did the fight go?”
“Kicked Eggman’s ass,” Shadow says nonchalantly. “Also got to see the Faker get his shit wrecked, so that was funny.”
You let out a chuckle at the mental image of this.
Even though you two had vastly different days, at least you could always come home to each other to make each other’s day.
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I kinda wanted to be a little different with this one—
May I request a sugar cookie #5 with dried fruit and chestnuts please? Thank you very much!
this is the most ridiculous thing I've ever written /positive I hope you guys enjoy
order #5, sugar with dry fruit, chestnuts
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ sickness and kisses
summary: kalim wants to be a part of everything- including your cold. what better way to share germs than getting close? tropes: sick fic, first kiss characters: kalim additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, a little gross
"It should have been me!"
Jamil winces and takes a step away from the bed. You hold out a hand to him, as if to say "take me with you."
"Kalim, they're not dying. It's nothing but a cold,"
The boy peels himself off bed at your feet, which he's been attached to all afternoon.
"You don't get it, Jamil! They're going to miss my birthday party- the desserts, the music, the games! Who knows if the Prefect will be here for my birthday next year!"
"Kalim," you pat his head to comfort him, though, if anyone needs comfort, it's you. "I'll be fine. We can have another party when I'm better."
He sighs, leaning into your touch. "It's not the same..."
Jamil looks more sick than you now.
"Ahem. I've brought soup and tea, and there are extra blankets in the foyer. Kalim, we should be going,"
Kalim pouts and clings to your blankets. "Just a moment..."
"I'll be waiting outside,"
Jamil doesn't need to be excused twice, leaving the room and closing the door on his way out.
Kalim sighs. "I just hate when my friends are sick... I wish there was a way I could share some of your pain,"
"That's nice, but you don't have to- ack," you cough into your fist.
Kalim's sympathetic pat would be comforting, if not for that look. You can tell he's thinking something.
He waits for you to finish hacking and coughing, at least. Then:
"I have an idea," he says. "You can get me sick. That way, we can still spend my birthday together, and you won't be alone!"
Thinking something, alright. You're surprised Jamil couldn't feel that on his "Kalim's bad ideas" radar and come running before anything more happened.
"I appreciate that, Kalim, but this kinda sucks," you smile. "I wouldn't wish this upon my worst enemy."
He smiles back and sits beside you on the bed, closer now.
"But you and Jamil said it's just a cold! I've been poisoned, you know- I think I could handle it!"
You blink. "Well... yeah, but it's still sucky,"
"But we'll be together!" he insists. "Now, how should we do this? I've never gotten sick on purpose before, so I don't- oh, I know!"
"Huh?"
He comes a little closer, leaning over you. "I'll kiss you!"
Your eyes widen, and again, you're surprised Jamil didn't feel that and burst through the door like the room was on fire.
"Like... seriously?"
"Why not? It's the fastest way. But I could figure something else out if you don't want to," he eyes your hands. "Maybe you could-"
"Alright! I concede! Just... one kiss,"
Kalim beams. "One is all I need!"
With no further warning, questioning, or thought, he dips in and presses a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips. It doesn't last for more than a second, but it still leaves you a little flustered.
He hums, licks his lips, and then hops off the bed. "Thanks, Prefect! I'll be back in no time, don't worry!"
He leaves the door open behind him. You're honestly the last person he should worry about, now.
You wonder, for a moment, what he was thinking- Kalim is ditzy, not dense. He had to have known what he was...
Your eyes widen as you remember something else. Oh, crap.
If this works, Jamil is going to kill you.
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Yandere platonic omega emperor x teen beta reader
Summary: you’ve always have been having to look out for yourself no parents to comfort you or protect you no pack to vent to and to feel loved it’s always been just you. Well until you accidentally decided to pick up a job to steel from the feared emperor of your nation that is. How did you end up like this?
Tw: mentions of neglect and abuse, bad parenting and abandonment, yandere behavior and kidnapping and nesting, forced infantization.
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You've always been alone. Even when you were living with your parents they never treated you like their kid. They where never the best parents but it could've been worse, that's what you've had to constantly tell yourself. Growing up as a beta in this society was never easy either, you have to constantly prove yourself to everyone is has never been easy to be a beta while alphas and Omega's are looked at very highly, betas are at the bottom of th food chain constantly have to fight for survival an proving themselves to people who just don't give two shits unless your a noble and a alpha or Omega people just don't care. Half of the commoner Population is betas yet your still looked down upon by everyone for being a beta for not having Omega or alpha traits.
It's sad really I guess your whole existence in this world is to be a disappointment at least that's what your parents used. To say they were very greedy people guess that's maybe why they sold you off to a strange to make some extra cash because they have no need for you which hurts really badly, you remember it like it was yesterday.
“Mama! Papa! Please don't leave me with them please! Come back!”
You struggle against the grip holding you back from running to your parents who are casually walking away not even sparing you a second glance as Your taken away against your will. They didn't even seem to care for your cries for help as you put into a large carriage restrained as the people who bought you start the carriage but just before they could ride away your break free. From your restraints frantically as you make. Break for it out into the open streets away from the dark alleyway you were just as you run down the streets frantically trying to. Lose your captors. But before they could get any closer to your running form your captors accidentally knock over an alpha noble which results in your captors getting scolded, thankfully you managed to get away from them and loose them.
That memory till this day makes you shiver will anxiety. You've always been on edge especially years after that incident hoping they won't find you again. Even after you were able to escape from your captors you were never able to find your parents it's like they took the chance after they sold you to flee the Capitol you grew up it. Pathetic well you honestly wouldn't especially anything else from them they where drug addicts and gamblers but still they were your parents and the only family you had. You didn't have any other family members or pack members well you didn't really have. Pack at all your parents were too conservative and disapproved of the thought which made you feel even more lonely than you already were. But over time you didn't have to worry about them because they aren't here right now and you have to do everything you can to survive or try to at least.
That's why you resorted to stealing, sadly many jobs accept a 14 year old especially a inexperienced beta at that so you had to resort to stealing to survive, you removed when you first stole from a shop vender at a market in the more busy parts of the Capitol it felt Exilirating having the wind in you hair an the adrenaline pumping in you veins as guards chance after you. It felt amazing, so you started to steel more valuable objects for you and some neighbors you live with who can't afford much. It felt nice helping the people you care about because they are all that you have besides yourself that is. That I until a Strange man approached you one day while you carried your bah full of stolen gold and food you froze in your tracks as you inspected him caustiously. He then introduces himself as Ethel a noble man from the South part of the Capitol and he proposed a propersition for you to steal the emperor's crown in exchange for a fortune of gold that you thought could last you a life time and it could help the people in your building so you excitedly agree to the offer unknowing of the dangers ahead that will cost you your freedom.
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You got this you think to yourself as. You. Anxiously look in the dusty mirror glancing back at yourself. This should be pretty easy right? And he offered you a fortune to do it so you can't really turn it down now. But what if they catch you? What if they execute you? The emperor has known to be ruthless every since he killed the previous emperor and empress he has been know to rule with a iron fist and him being an Omega, is even more of a surprise to a lot of people but. That doesn't make him any less deadly. Snap out of it (name) we don't need to focus on the what ifs just sneak in and sneak out right? Easy?
This is far from easy once you sneakily entered the palace grounds near the entrance. It was littered with guards stationed from left to right. Luckily Ethel gave you a map of the palace layout. You didn't want to ask him where he got it nor did you want to know. You sigh in relief as you were able to avoid the first set of guards near the palace garden. It looks like they are about to switch shifts soon, a perfect chance to sneak in. You examine the guards placed at the front entrance of the palace. You can’t go through the front that would be to risky. What if you just climbed up? Yeah that could work you could climb uo the palace walls and use your grappling hook! Then you could break through one of the palace windows and head straight for the royal fault! Perfect plan! But their is a problem their also must be guards, guarding the vault so you’ll have to knock them out which won’t be easy on your part but it’s better to at least try than do nothing. So with your plan set in motion you grab your grappling hook from your back pack and swing it up towards one of the windows making sure it’s hooked on and steady you start to slowly climb up making sure to make a lookout for any gaurds passing bye just in case. You grunt in exhaustion as you finally make it up to the windows edge. You grab a screw drider and try to open the window from the other side thankfully it works, it’s better than breaking the window because you’ve tried that before with a previous robbery and it did not turn out so good so you’ve learned to use the screwdriver for fear rain windows to unlock. You carefully jump down from the window onto the marble floor taking notice of the surroundings. Luckily for you it looks like you broke into one of the many spare bedrooms in the large palace. With a large king size bed with a golden headboard and a very soft carpet. Wow is this what it feels and looks like to be living in royalty. You’d admit you're very jealous but not time to ponder right now you have a mission to complete!
So you exit the spare bedroom and quietly make your way down the hallway making sure to avoid any passing servants or guards patrolling the area. You sigh as you luckily was able to hide behind a curtain as another passing gaurds walk past you, you grab the map Ethel has gave you as you scan it trying to double check if you are even remotely close to the royal vault, sadly you aren’t. You don’t even know how the heck Ethel got this map and you don’t want to know when or how it’s really none of your business you're just here to get the job done and that’s all. Sadly the royal vault is on the other side or the castle which is heavily guarded and you also have to pass the emperor's chambers which is also heavily guarded! Great! So fucking great. You are totally not going to make it out alive.
You rush through the hallways trying to be as stealthy as possible. You finally made it to the other side of the palace havung accidentally allerted the gaurds when you passed the emperors chambers, you have to do this quick and fucking fast before they alert the emperor and their is a whole fucking search party to capture you. You pant as you finally make it down an empty hallway as guards rush past you. You sigh in relief as you take another glance at your map, you just have to pass this hallway then you’ll be the at the royal vault. Hopefully no one will be guarding it since your little mistake. Thankfully for just your luck no one was guarding it which causes you to use you Bobby pin to pick lock the huge lock on the door. Finally you get the door open but you accidentally trip a wire which sounds off an alarm, you jump in suprise fearful of your outcome as you quickly grab the crown and rush out the door only for it to be blocked off by gaurd surrounding you blocking your path towards the door. You whimper in fear as you try to hide the crown you stolen. The gaurds glare deadly at you. Finally the captain of the gaurds a tall and imposing alpha with dark brown hair flowing down his back and a tall structure. He steps forward glaring deadly at you. “What exactly is going on here?” He states as another more nervous gaurd then says “ we caught this beta here tripping the alarm to the vault and stealing the crown captain we already alerted his highness.”
“I see. Apprehend them now and hold them down we need to secure the crown.” The guards nod in approved and pin you down taking away your bag with your supplies and the crown. You try to fight against their hold but to no use you fail to get them off of you. You feel tears streaming down your face. This is it isant it? Your going to either be executed or rot in jail for the rest of your life? Just for some fucking stupid fortune you should’ve never taken up this job. Maybe you are a failure like your parents use to tell you.
Unbeknownst to you your upset pheromones reach Eugene the omega emperor he quickly enters the royal vault with two guards standing behind him he takes a look at the situation at hand and his eyes soften. “What exactly is going on here?” The emperors imposing voice breaks you out of your crying fit as you look up at him in awe at his beauty from his talk muscular built to his long dark black hair to his violet sharp eyes that can represent the stars themselves. He looks down at you as he speaks eyes soften just a bit as you look at him in suprise. The captain of the guards then speaks “ our guards caught this young beta tripping the wire and stealing the crown your majesty. What shall we do? Shall we execute them or throw them in the dungeon?”
Eugene looks down at you softly, how could anyone hurt someone so precious your scent gives off a sour taste but smells like fresh baby pounder and cherrys. Oh you look like a baby in his eyes so precious and small he just has to keep you.
“No.” He states firmly glaring at the guards holding you down “bring then to my chambers in one peace if I see any scratches or bruises on them your heads will be off do you understand?” The guards nervously shake their heads “yes your majesty!” The captain of the guards looks at the emperor in shock but shakes his head dismissively. Eugene exits the room swiftly leaving you alone with the gaurds.
You stare in shock at the scene that just occurred. You can feel your anxiety rising, oh fuck your going to die aren’t you he’s going to kill you himself and there's nothing you can do about it. You cry frantically trying to get out of the guards grips frantically, you can’t die! No you can’t! You have to get out of here.
Your fight or flight kicks in and you start to slowly have a panic attack as you're crying. You don’t even notice the sterilizer being injected into you before it is too late. You fall limp on the ground as your struggles cease, you pass out in the arms of one of the guards you vision going black as you finally pass out.
You groggily wake up to the feeling of a soft mattress under you, and a soft pillow-like feeling surrounding you. Your bed has never been this soft before, wait this isn't your bed. You slowly open your eyes looking around as you take notice of the sunlight peeking through the extravagant window. You quickly sof uo looking anxiously around the room as you notice you're in a king size bed with pillows and blankets surrounding you to form a nest like structure. You start to panic trying to get up and out of the nest. But before you can exit the bed a strong force pushes you back down you look up to see the emperor holding you down. “Shhh it’s okay pup lay back down I know your very sleepy don’t worry daddy will take care of you.” He coos at you looking at you with an obsessive glint in his eyes, you struggle trying to get out of his hold, but he shushes you as you whine lifting you up into his lap as he lightly brushes his calloused hands through your hair, trying to release calming pheromones to calm down your panicked state, which unfortunate for you it works causing you to unwillingly relax against his hold, which causes him to coo at you “ it’s okay baby you’ll be okay daddy’s here to take care of you now and forever.” What exactly have you done…can you even make it out? You don’t know but you don’t want to find out…
Authors note: hey y’all I hope you like this one shot I hope its to your liking I tried to make it as long as I could I kinda lost motivation at the end but I wanted to at least give you guys something I’ll defiantly make a part 2!
#yandere platonic#yandere#yandere oc#yandere omega#yandere omegaverse#yandere x reader#yandere Eugene
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ALIEN STAGE CHARACTERS WITH AN ALIEN READER
alien stage x reader
maybe ill make more (ivan, hyuna and sua)
CHAFACTERS: TILL, LUKA, MIZI
On your 15th birthday your parents decided to give you a planet as a gift, they took over and made a stage to keep you entertained! its so fun! its humans trying to survive by performing music you've never heard of before.
One day, you decide to visit the garden to take one for yourself and when you saw that figure running by, you knew you want that one.
heads turned at the sound of children going 'woah' as you twirl and walk past them, looking at them as if they were animals in a zoo. two aliens behind you as you keep searching and start getting frustrated-- no one was appealing for you.
just when you were about to turn and head home to complain you finally spot one. they were running after someone with flowers in their hand, and more kids chasing after them.
they stopped when the kid bumped into you, and it went silent. They fell to the floor as you brushed your outfit clean of their filth before pointing down at them.
"i want this one."
to take them of the joy and friends they had in here didnt really matter to you. to you its like picking an animal from a shelter, bringing them to a better home where the only one they would rely on would be you.
that smile you saw before you picked them no longer existed. They were quiet and nervous of getting any negative reaction out of you which only made you mad but you had to be patient with them in order for them to be happy!
'first few months'
how come these humans dont come with a manual because this human was shattering things in rage when they thought you werent home and they hide in a corner so they dont get caught.
You heard of their behavior problems before picking them up, but you didn't care as long as you got to see that smile they had—but since they weren't smiling, you'd have to fix that.
you took Till to visit the garden for a bit, even though your guards were against the idea but who were they to tell you what to do?
He was so happy—the happiest he's ever been since you took him away. When you came to pick him up, he shyly asked if he could ever visit again, to which you nodded.
'you werent THAT bad' is what he thought after you gifted him a custom guitar. you noticed he played with an imaginary one so you decided to build trust and gift him a fancy new electric guitar!
and you still took him constantly to see his friends even though he heard you being scolded for it, that fake argument made him feel more appreciated.
'a few years later'
he jumps to sit down on your bed before demanding to visit a friend who was with their owner, you half listen, too busy painting your nails and kicking your feet in concentration.
mid rant you push the nail polish to his face and say "paint my nails first then ill think about it"
and he does so with a red face.
'first few monthd'
you were pretty sure you were speaking their language so why the hell was this human just staring off into space while drool escaping its mouth. you recoil in disgust and start regretting your decision a bit.
it took you a lot of patience and time to figure out what he likes, you ended up spending a lot of coin on the human for him to at least look at you with stupid big eyes.
you had to spoon feed luka unless you wanted him to starve to death, he couldnt sleep or change properly without you there glaring at him before reluctantly helping him.
you suppose it was okay, if he relied on you too much that would mean he couldn't really leave you, you were in charge.
'.....' though you wished he was a bit more vocal, you thought about it for a long time, if he didnt have the brain capacity to say a nice thank you maybe he could sing for you.
so he did. you bought him whatever you deemed necessary, and he sometimes mentioned another small thing and u gave it to him.
'a few years later'
you dont know why he wanted to sing for anyone else other than you but you allowed it. ever since you took him to see the stage in the VIP section he finally voiced out 'i want to do this' well not really but his face said it.
you get back home, a bit tired and hes tailing behind you as always. you land on the bed exhausted before flicking your hand in the air to signal him 'sing me a song'
after hes done he asks if you requested anything else, noting how tired you looked. but you just shook your head and tell him do whatever you want.
what you didnt expect him to hug you from behind. you couldnt see his face but youd assume its that blank face as always. only he knew that you were wrong.
it was face of pure adoration, a face that said 'you will never leave me' and he held tighter before saying to himself 'im in charge'
oh how you jumped around excitedly at this well behaved human! so sweet, like a cherry, they tried to have a conversation with you by asking "do you like making flower crowns?"
of course you havent who those this human think you are? but instead of saying something like that you shake your head and deny, before asking if they would teach you.
you make flower crowns with Mizi. you demanded to your guards any flowers she would ask for and bring batches of them to her before saying 'where do we start?'
shes happy at first but then you notice that she starts looking a bit sad, you ask her whats wrong and she looks at you with big eyes and says "when will i see my friends again?"
oh well with that sweet face how could you not take her to see her friends every day. and with a big smile she cheers and every day she makes new flower crowns or crafts for them.
'a few years later'
you start thinking 'maybe i spoiled her too much. maybe listening to her every request was a bad idea' as you cross your arms, on your custom designed chair in the center of the audience, the VIP section.
you stare as shes almost shot down by soldiers. you stare as shes taken away from you. you stare at the 'MISSING' message with her face plastered on it.
of course, you knew where she was. you had a tracker on all your pets. but for some reason, you let her run around. it wont be long until she realizes she wont have anyone left anymore.
it wont be long till she realizes she has no one else but you.
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Obey Me! Hungry For You - Beelzebub x Reader N$FW
AN: idk i just really felt like writing and im head over heels for this big back :lipbite:
Summary: Bro is STARVING, for ur giggles and ur pleasure (teehee)
His stomach growled, so loud it echoed through his room. He hadn't ate in about fifteen minutes, and for Beel, that was too long of a gap without food. He sat up out of his bed, rubbing his aching stomach as he stared at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of his brother sleeping in the other bed.
Now hungry AND bored, he got up out of bed, taking a few steps towards Belphie's bed and nudging him. "Hey..." Beel whispered. Belphie groaned, his eyes fluttering open. "Huh-? What do you want... its so late..." The sleepy demon sighed. "M'hungry." Beel huffed, to which Belphie let out a tired giggle, "Then go get something to eat..." He responded. Thats the thing, Beel wanted to, he WAS hungry, but for some reason he wasn't really craving any of the normal food he'd usually eat. It was strange, it was almost like he had an insatiable hunger for something he didnt even knew existed.
"Mm, okay." Beel finally responded, quietly exiting the room as he patiently shut the door behind him. He wandered the halls for a few minutes, trying to figure out why he was feeling this way. He rubbed his stomach as it growled again, that hollow aching feeling only getting worse. He sighed, almost turning the corner to the kitchen when his nose picked up a smell. Something sweet, addictive almost.
"What...is that?" He said faintly.
He followed the smell, a confused look on his face when it lead him away from the kitchen, he followed it back up towards the bedrooms, a tint of pink hitting his cheeks as he realized where it was coming from.
Your room.
He tilted his head, pressing his head against your bedroom door as that sickly sweet smell bombarded his nose, causing him to almost sneeze. He assumed you were asleep, but there was no harm in knocking right?
Knock knock knock.
He heard your voice from the other side. "Come in!"
He opened the door, a small smile on his face as he saw your lovely self on the bed, you were only wearing a t-shirt and sleeping shorts, with a handful of creams on your bedside table. "What- are you doing?" He asked, seeing you rub some sort of lotion along your neck.
"Oh, this? Its moisturizer, I was about to head to bed so I thought I'd put some on. Makes my skin super smooth in the mornings, doesn't it smell nice?"
Oh, you had no idea.
"Yea, it does... Smells really nice." He said, taking a step closer.
"In fact, the reason I came up here was because I could smell it, I thought it was food." He admitted, to which you let out a giggle.
"Pfftaha! Really? Sorry Beel, you cant eat this stuff, I think you'll get sick." You smiled, holding the bottle of lotion up to your face so you could read the ingredients. As you were doing that, Beel made his way over and sat next to you, the smell was so concentrated that his head was getting fuzzy. You smelled- so good. "It smells so sweet though, how can it not be edible..?" Beel pouted, taking your hand in his and running his nose along your wrist. "Beel, I swear you cant, it'll probably taste funny." You chuckled, watching him take in your new sweet scent.
"Can I try?" He said softy, looking up at you for a moment. A tint of blush hit your cheeks. "..Try? Like, taste it?" You tilted you head, to which he nodded. "I mean, I guess, demons probably have better immune systems and-" As you went to grab the bottle of lotion, he spoke up. "--No, not from the bottle. I think... It'd taste better if I tried it while it was on you." A smile formed on his face, somewhat sweet, yet laced with something else.
Your cheeks began to burn, it was then you realized Beel had already pinned you down, gentle yet firm hands holding your wrists beside your head, his legs on either side of you. "Well, I um.." You said shyly, his hungry expression only making you more shy.
"Can I?" He asked, still being gentle. You smiled faintly, nodding.
He smiled back, leaning down, his mouth placing itself against your neck, his tongue swirling on your skin, the taste leaving a soapy yet unbelievably sweet film in his mouth. That hollow and empty pit in his stomach was now feeling much warmer. "You taste so good-"
"Beel!" You squealed, squirming gently as you scrunched up your shoulder. "What? Whats wrong?" He hunched back up immediately, his lips still wet from his own saliva. "It tickles..." You said sheepishly.
There was a sudden sensation in his stomach as you said that, it felt good. Like if he had just taken a bite of ice cream. "Oh." Was all he said as he leaned back down, hungry for more. "Wait! B-Beheheel!" His mouth returned back onto your neck, his tongue gliding along your skin. Your giggly laughter only cause his insides to warm up even more.
The taste of your skin, the sound of your laughter, that was it. Beel could feel himself growing more hungry for it as time passed, he let your wrists go as his hands shot down, gently digging into your sides. You yelped, your back arching as giggles practically flew from your mouth. "AhAH- nohoho! Beheheel!" You squealed, feeling his mouth work its way up to your ear, where he began sucking and licking along the rim of it. "So sweet..." He muttered, "Your laugh, your taste... let me have some more, please? Just for a bit, m'kay? Still hungry..." He mumbled in your ear, so faint you could barely hear it over your own giggles.
His hands travelled down to your hips, thumbs hooking right into the crooks as they massaged into your grooves, causing a new wave of laughter to emerge from your throat. "NAHAH-! Beheheheel! Ihih-! Ihihi cahahant..!" You pleaded, still scrunching up your shoulders from that damned tongue swirling around your ear. "You can, see..? You're doing it right now... I'm not done yet, still need to have dessert..." He said that as his knee pressed between you legs, causing your breath to hitch as you went back to laughing.
Finally his mouth moved from your ear, his teeth hooking onto your shirt as he growled, ripping it down the middle with those demonic canines of his. He ogled at your shirtless figure and your laughing teary eyed face, since your poor hips were still being destroyed by just his two thumbs. He watched as your tits bounced as you laughed, almost unaware that your shirt was off, until you felt his hot lips surrounding your right nipple, and the hands on your hips slowly stopping their torment. "B-Beel... Ah! Fuck..!" You moaned, shooting a wave of warmth through his once empty stomach.
"So... sweet..." He said between sucks, his tongue targeting the tip of your nipple as he flicked it. But it still wasn't enough, this was barely a snack to him, he needed a meal. His now free hands moved to your thighs, spreading him apart as he watched you gasp, his mouth still on your breast. You could feel a finger pushing the fabric of your shorts covering your now hot and aching mound to the side. The smell radiating off of you, from down there, it was killing him. He raised his head off of your breast, meeting you face to face as he stared down at your teary eyes.
"I'd like dessert now." He said with so much lust in his eyes you could've sworn this was Asmodeus.
You only nodded, which made him smile.
His tongue trailed down your chest, then down your stomach, causing you to giggle, getting a sweet chuckle out of him too. His teeth bit down on the waist band of your shorts, ripping it with ease as he tossed them to the side, his hands holding your hips down as your legs hung on his shoulders.
He stared at your mound, taking in that addictive scent, his hunger only building as he was practically drooling. You felt a gentle tongue swipe up between your lips, flicking against your clit. A shot of pleasure shooting through your body, to which he did it again, and again. It was almost like he was licking a lollypop, he did say this was dessert after all.
"Beel-! Haaa! I- fuck..!" You writhed in pleasure, the torturous licks driving you insane. As if he was reading your mind, you felt as his tongue plunged its way between your folds, letting the taste of you coat the inside of his mouth as his lips sucked away at your clit.
You cried out, attempting to arch your back but to no avail. That man had an iron grip on you at this point. "So... So fucking good..." He said between his sucks and kisses. His tongue swirled around inside you, you could feel it rubbing along your walls, then it'd be back on your clit, circling it and rubbing right on the tip. "Beel! Please..!" You moaned out as he continued to feast.
"Still hungry." Was all he said, you then felt those hands on your hips begin to massage in those hypersensitive crooks, causing you to break out into laughter as you moaned. "NAHAha! Beheheel! Fuhuck- noho! Nhh!" You begged, tears streaming down your face as his mouth made your stomach do backflips. But he just didn't stop, his mouth kept delving deeper into your folds as his thumbs drilled into your hips.
You moaned out as you pleaded once more. "Beel! I cahahant-! Im gohonna cum! Please!" Laughter mixed with your moans, the overstimulation was killing you, but you've never felt more alive. "Thats alright, cum, I need to taste more of you..." He mumbled with his head still pressed between your legs, you groaned as you felt the rush of warmth shoot out from your lips, coating his in the process. You could hear him slurping up all of it, licking it off your inner thighs.
"Gosh.. I.. wahAHaH! Nhh! BehHEheel!?" Another wave of laughter and moans emerged as his hands and mouth began once more. "Sorry, I'm still hungry." You could hear the sadistic tone in his voice.
He was going to savor every lick, every laugh, he was getting his fill tonight.
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It's here! I swear I thought I could pull of a blurb night but turns out I couldn't.. Thanks to @a-reader-and-a-writer for looking this over ❤️
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She smiled politely at another one of his anecdotes, hoping that he wouldn’t notice her disinterest. A quick glance at her watch told her it had been over two hours.
Two hours of the man in front of her droning on about himself and all his supposed adventures. He had yet to tell a story where he wasn’t the hero. At this point, she was sure that more than 90% of what he said was fabricated to fit his own narrative.
Hamish didn’t seem to take notice of the fact that she wasn’t listening, continuing to animatedly talk about a recent business trip where he made good on an important deal with another company.
“.. and then, he asked if I wanted to join him for a night out on his yacht. He really should have been more specific because what he showed me was not a yacht, but a small boat. I never would have agreed to go along if I knew -“
She interrupted, seizing the chance before she could wither away from boredom. “You know what? It’s getting quite late. How about we call it a night? I do have an early morning tomorrow.”
The lie fell easily but she couldn’t be bothered to care. She’d do anything at this point to make him stop talking.
“Right, of course. You need your beauty sleep.” Hamish winked, standing up and offering his hand. She debated just standing up on her own but took it anyway, not wanting to seem rude.
She really didn’t want to get back into the car with him, so she quickly caught Penny’s eye from behind the bar, begging her to interfere.
Penny quickly caught on and hurried over to where they were standing. “Oh, are you leaving? Could I borrow you quickly before you go? It won’t take long, just … -“
“Sure, no problem.” She turned towards Hamish again. “Why don’t you head out? I don’t want to keep you waiting.”
“Alright then. I’ll call you later.” Hamish kissed her cheek before heading towards the doors.
Both she and Penny watched through the window as he got into his ridiculous car and drove out of the parking lot.
“I thought he’d never leave.” Hangman appeared out of nowhere, pool cue in hand.
Penny patted her on the shoulder before going back towards the bar, Jimmy waving cheerily at her. She waved back before turning around to face Hangman, raising one eyebrow.
“And have you been keeping track of him all evening? I must say, I’m surprised. Didn't you know you were so interested in what I’m up to?”
Hangman rolled his eyes, grabbing her elbow and steering her towards the pool table. “I haven’t seen you look that bored since the last briefing you guys were forced to join.”
He made no attempt to deny that he had been watching her and her date, which brought a warm feeling in her stomach.
There was a time where the two of them could have been something, but neither had been ready for it. Now, she wondered if they should have taken the leap anyway.
“Well, to be fair, it was almost three hours and even Cyclone looked bored, and he was the one holding it.” She countered, accepting the pool cue he handed her. “You sure you’re ready to lose?”
Hangman snorted, leaning over to make the break. “I never lose, sweetheart.”
“Guess there’s a first for everything then. It’s going to be entertaining watching the smirk fall off your face.”
He shook his head. “I’ll enjoy watching you try. And if I can entertain you, what’s the harm? Better that than what that stupid-what’s-his name could ever come up with.”
He was joking but she could read him easily enough at this point. “Are you jealous?”
“I don’t get jealous. Especially not over someone named Hamish. Stupid name, stupid face.”
She took her shot, sinking a solid before answering. “You know, I don’t mind if you are. It’s cute. And even though he’s the most boring person ever, his face was nice to look at.”
She tried to get around the table for her next shot but Hangman crowded her against it, trapping her between his body and the table. “Mine’s much prettier to look at.”
His breath was warm on her face, his lips inches from her ear as he bent his neck slightly to look down at her.
She tried her best to come up with a witty comeback but him being so close distracted her.
“Nothing to say?” Jake smirked, leaning even closer.
She took a breath, willing herself to get it together. “You also have a stupid face so I’d argue that you’re pretty much the same.”
Jake straightened up but his eyes never left hers. “I take offence to that. And I’m nothing like Hamish. I’ll prove you wrong.”
“And how are you going to do that?” They were headed into dangerous territory but the butterflies told her it would be worth it, as did Jake’s smile.
“Guess you’re just going to have to stick around and see.”
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Headcanons for being Viktor’s younger sibling
Viktor x sibling!reader
warnings:
a/n: im so sorry if this sucks so bad im soooo sorry its my first arcane fic
prompt: anonymous: “Hooray for open requests!!! Maybe hc for being Jayce or Viktor's younger sibling? And accompanying them to the lab?”
you and viktor never thought you’d make it out of the undercity, but viktor was gifted. he helped give you a better life
heimerdinger helped you find your place in piltover, viktor wouldn’t let you get left behind
“y/n deserves to go to a good school. have advanced classes. they can handle it.” -viktor
“i have no doubt, especially if y/n takes after you” -heimerdinger
you’d come a long way, farther than you ever thought you guys would go
“i’m glad i have you as a brother, vik” -you
“you’re just saying that because you have a nice plate of food in front of you” -viktor
“it doesn’t hurt” -you
even if viktor was your older sibling, you devoted yourself to sticking up for him
especially when you lived in zaun, since viktor was not treated kindly
“no more fighting up here?” -viktor
“i hope so, but just because we’re in piltover doesn’t magically solve discrimination. we’re still outsiders” -you
“why do you say that? has something happened?” -viktor
“just the way the people up here act” -you
you two still made the most of the opportunity with your studies, moving up in piltover
viktor soon met jayce, which you had mixed feelings of
maybe you were a little prejudiced againts topsiders still, even after all this time
“hey, who’s this!” -jayce
“viktor’s sibling, y/n. who are you?” -you
he liked you though!
you started to accompany them as they worked, especially intrigued by hextech
you were sort of an “intern” as they liked to call you
but it was worth it, experiencing something so fascinating
“y/n, stand back” -viktor…experimenting
“fineeee” -you
after some time working together, you saw a future in this
but not everyone saw it your way
you started coming around to jayce when he convinced mel not to pull the plug on hextech
“don’t act like im not your favorite” -jayce
“you’re far from my favorite” -you, jokingly
after some time, viktor grew ill and you grew more worried
you wanted to care for him but he simply would not let you
and he hated letting you see him that way
“viktor, i’m your sibling. please don’t shut me out, i won’t let you.” -you
“i’m fine, y/n. please, do not stress over my health.” -viktor
“come on, viktor. you know as well as i do something is wrong. you fainted!” -you
“yes, and i have better things to do than ‘rest’ as you keep asking me to do” -viktor
“you’re impossible” -you
“takes one to know one” -viktor
viktor pushed you away as he got sicker, leaning into his work
the hexcore was the breaking point
he showed up to your door in tears in remorse for sky’s death, you knew it was bad when he told you that you were right
“viktor, you’re not well. it’s time to rest” -you
“i don’t think i can after this” -viktor
you reached out to jayce after this incident, viktor left and you didn’t think you could follow
“he thinks you worry too much, he doesn’t want to be a burden” -jayce
“then will you help him? i don’t want him to be alone” -you
you gave him a hug and hoped for the best
but maybe he was destined to fail
you fell apart when you heard of the attack on the council, even more so when you saw viktor within the hexcore
“what did you do?!” -you
“i did what you asked! i helped him!” -jayce
you visited viktor every day regardless, usually ignoring jayce as he worked
and jayce really tried to make it up to you
“i don’t think he knows how much he’s done for me” -you, breaking silence after jayce hands you a pastry
“how so?” -jayce, timidly
“i could still be in zaun. i could be starved, suffering, and wasting my talents. but i’m here—because of him. he gave me the opportunity of education, safety, peace of mind and i feel like i failed him” -you
“i can’t imagine he sees it that way. you used all your resources and focused on yourself. that’s what he wanted for you, not to get involved in our messes” -jayce
when viktor woke up, he wasnt the same. he was a shell of himself. it caused you a lot of unease
your hug was weakly returned, and at first you thought it was just his recovery, but you soon found he was changed.
you stepped back, finally heeding years of warnings viktor had given you about worrying for him, caring for him, trying to help
you felt you were on your own, maybe it was for the best as you pursued your interests and career
and jayce went his own way pushing you away as well
but you chased him anyways and ended up in a dark, cruel world—the future viktor created
“where the hell are we?” -you
“i told you to leave! you shouldn’t be here!” -jayce
“i don’t…i don’t know where here is? you’d prefer to be alone in this?” -you
the mission changed as time went on, you loved viktor but you saw what came of the world
and jayce felt the need to try to convince you, but you’d already made up your mind
“we have to stop this. any way we can.” -you
“wha—i had a whole speech planned?” -jayce
“don’t want to hear it. viktor died when jinx attacked the council. this is…someone else’s work” -you
jayce and viktor taught you well, and soon enough you were back where you needed to be—and jayce took lead
but it wasn’t so simple, war broke out and all your hard earned time suffering in a broken timeline paid off as you fought against noxus
you watched from afar and viktor and jayce were taken from you and you felt…at peace
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#viktor arcane#viktor league of legends#viktor arcane x reader#viktor arcane imagine#viktor x reader#viktor imagine#arcane#arcane imagine#arcane x reader
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Can you please write a sort of au imagine in which reader is instead of Lydia in the mayfield episode. She meets house when visiting someone and they fall in love but she isn’t married and when he gets the night pass he comes to see her and they do end up together
Interesting
Gregory House x Female Reader
Summary: While admitted to the psychiatric hospital, House encounters a patient's family member that interests him.
TW: Mentions of mental health/relationships.
S/N: Sister's name
House had been admitted to Mayfield Psychiatric Hospital for hallucinations that he had while on Vicodin. He pushed back against the hospital's operating procedures and acted out whenever he could. House was under the assumption that he could get what he wanted by being a menace.
When his approach did not prove fruitful, he gave up and began to steer into the skid. House took his pills, shared in group and surrendered himself to the process. He couldn't imagine what his life would look like without medicine. Doctor Nolan knew that and dangled House's medical license in front of him like a carrot on a stick.
House searched for unexplained phenomenon every day, always looking for an answer to the unanswered.
His fascination of the day was a young woman who came to visit another patient. The patient in question was a relatively young woman with a history of depression and suicidal tendencies.
The patient had been admitted to Mayfield for years with no release date in sight. The girl got better and then got worse, mood dropping even lower than it had been before.
Antidepressants didn't seem to have an effect on her, even with incredibly high dosages.
House discovered that the patient's name was S/N, the person who came to visit her was her older sister. Her sister's name was Y/N and she came to Mayfield every day without fail.
Y/N brought a folder of sheet music, she sat at the piano and played songs for her sister.
House heard the music and managed to sneak back into the building while everyone else was out in the yard. He lingered in the doorway, watching her fingers dance across the ivory keys and listening to the music.
S/N sat on the bench beside the piano, staring out the window as she listened to her sister play. Y/N finished the song, switching her sheet music around.
S/N looked over, spotting House in the doorway, "What do you want, House?" S/N spat. The ice in her tone reminded him that his rude comments were not forgotten when he changed his approach. Y/N turned around, looking between her sister and House nervously.
"I heard the music. Just wanted to see who was playing," House said.
"Sure you did. Get the hell out of here," S/N snapped.
House looked over at Y/N, "Leave the piano unlocked when you go," He said, reluctantly turning around and making his way down the stairs.
House hesitated when he heard a voice, "Who was that?" Y/N questioned softly.
"Some doctor guy, he's been here for a while but he's an ass. I want you to stay far away from him," S/N said.
"Maybe he's just going through a hard time, S/N. It took you a while to adjust when you were admitted here. You should give him the benefit of the doubt," Y/N said.
"I'd rather light myself on fire," S/N scoffed.
Y/N didn't reply, but he heard the piano music resume. She was good, he had to admit it.
House found himself standing on the stairs as he listened to her play. He had been desperately craving something and he hadn't been sure of what it was until now.
House missed music.
After the playing stopped, House walked back out to the yard. He sat on the bench beside Doctor Beasley as he waited for their outside time to come to an end.
"How long has Y/N been coming here?" He asked.
"Every day since her sister was admitted. Why?" Doctor Beasley asked.
House shrugged, "She seems nice," He stated.
"Are you insinuating that S/N isn't nice?" She asked.
"She hates my guts," House said.
"You haven't given her many reasons to change her view of you. Maybe that's something you could work on," Doctor Beasley suggested.
"Yeah, maybe," House muttered.
...
House attempted to improve his relationship with his fellow patients. Some of the patients accepted him easily, but S/N didn't.
S/N seemed to have some kind of sworn vendetta against House. He couldn't believe that one wayward comment he had tossed her way would have such a lasting effect.
It was clearly about something else.
S/N stood guard around her sister like a rabid pitbull, keeping House away. Y/N obviously noticed, but chose not to go against her sister's wishes.
Although, after she played for her sister, Y/N always left the piano unlocked for House.
He wasn't able to have many opportunities to play, but he appreciated Y/N giving him the chance. House continued to try his luck with S/N, but it felt like he was repeatedly walking into a brick wall.
House was determined and eventually an opportunity presented itself. Y/N was playing the piano as she usually did, but her sister was nowhere in sight.
House made his way over, "That's a complicated piece," He stated.
Y/N looked up at him, "Yeah, it took me a while to learn it," She said.
"Can I play you something?" House asked, Y/N nodded and slid over on the bench.
House leaned his cane on the wall before taking a seat next to her. He raised his hands, settling them over the keys with a content sigh as he began to play.
House's fingers moved across the ivory keys with practiced precision, eyes drifting closed as he listened to the music. House opened his eyes and lowered his hands when he finally finished playing.
"I've never heard that song before," Y/N said.
"I wrote it a long time ago," House stated.
"It was beautiful... I can really tell that you have a passion for music," Y/N said.
"I wish I was able to play more, but whenever I try they lock the damn thing again," House replied.
"I'm sorry... I tried to leave it open for you," Y/N said.
"I know and I've been meaning to thank you for that. I would've done it sooner if your sister didn't hate my guts," House smiled.
"S/N is going through some stuff right now. She's not always like that," Y/N assured.
"You spend a lot of time making excuses for the people around you," House stated.
Y/N scoffed slightly, "I didn't realize that was a bad thing," She said.
"It's not... It's just interesting. You're a person who's overly forgiving of others, but enormously critical of yourself," House said.
"I'm sorry, but I don't understand why that's interesting," Y/N admitted.
"You're willing to give everything you've got until you have nothing left. It's selfless and stupid," House said.
Y/N reached out and closed the lid of the piano before standing from the bench. She picked up her purse and made her way towards the exit.
"Wait," House called. Y/N paused and turned towards him, "I'm sorry... Please stay," He said.
She hesitated, "Alright, I'll stay. But you have to be nice, okay?" Y/N questioned.
"Deal," House nodded.
Y/N sat back down at the piano, they talked and played for another hour before she had to leave. House found himself waiting for her every day, listening for the music and hoping that he could steal a moment alone with her.
S/N had started a new medication and was sleeping for the majority of the next few weeks. Her mood was turbulent and she didn't want to see her sister. The doctors were working on the dosing for her medications but House didn't care. In all honesty, he was grateful for every hour that he got to spend with Y/N.
House was falling for her and it caught him by surprise. Y/N had become a steady and reliable presence in his life, she radiated the warmth and kindness that House desperately needed.
They spent hours together at the piano, playing and talking until they knew absolutely everything about each other.
House was in love with this woman.
It was a love that had previously been unknown to him. He wasn't being numbed by pain pills and alcohol, he felt everything and he wanted to feel that way every day.
They spent yet another day talking at the piano and House couldn't hold himself back. Y/N was beautiful, hair falling into her face as she smiled widely at something he said. House reached out, tucking the strand of hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek in his hand.
House leaned in, cutting her off by pressing his lips to her's in a gentle kiss. Y/N's eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into him, moving her lips hesitantly against his.
Y/N pulled away suddenly, a panicked look appeared on her face as she stood up and grabbed her bag. Y/N made her way towards the exit, keeping her eyes downcast as she went.
"Y/N, wait," House called, standing up and limping after her. He caught her wrist and turned her to face himself, suddenly confused when he saw the tears in her eyes.
"Why are you running?" He asked.
"We can't do this. You're not healthy right now and I shouldn't be taking advantage of you," Y/N stated.
"What are you talking about? I kissed you. I want this, I want you," House assured.
"You don't know what you want, House, but I do know that it's not me... I'm sorry," She mumbled, pulling her wrist from his grasp and walking out.
...
Y/N hadn't been back to the hospital since and House found himself wondering where it had all gone wrong. He missed her. House missed her more than anything and it hurt.
House found himself watching S/N over the next few weeks. Her medications had finally been stabilized and she was like a completely different person.
S/N shared in group, she finished her meals and she was genuinely happy. House felt a pit form in his stomach when yet another sheet cake was wheeled into the common room.
"Today we're here to congratulate... S/N!" Doctor Beasley said, gesturing to the young woman beside her.
S/N smiled as the room erupted in supportive applause and cheers, "We're proud of her! We wish her well and we hope to-," Doctor Beasley started.
"Never see her again!" Everyone chimed in.
S/N leaned forward and blew out the candle, smiling widely as she looked at the people around her.
House left the celebration quickly, making his way down the hallway and into Doctor Nolan's office. He moved over to the desk, "What can I do for you, House?" Doctor Nolan asked, setting his pen down.
"I want an overnight pass," House stated.
Doctor Nolan stared at him for a moment, "You're going to see Y/N, aren't you?" He asked.
House shifted on his feet, "Why do you care where I go?" He asked.
"I'll give you the pass if you really want it, but Y/N was right to do what she did... You came here to work on yourself and you can't do that if you're leaning heavily on someone else," Doctor Nolan said.
"I know... But I can't let her go," House stated.
"Alright," Doctor Nolan nodded.
House left the office after Doctor Nolan promised to have the documentation ready in under an hour. House quickly located S/N in the common room, he wasn't sure how she felt about him but he still approached her.
House sat on the bench beside her, he stared ahead as he tapped his cane on the ground.
"Is there something you need from me, House?" S/N asked, the lack of malice in her tone was comforting.
"I'm in love with your sister," He stated.
S/N huffed a laugh, "I know, you idiot," She said.
House looked over at her, "She told you?" He asked.
"Of course she did. She tells me everything," S/N said.
"Does everything include how she feels about me?" House asked.
"That sounds really desperate to ask, but yeah. She likes you," S/N said.
"Can you tell me where I can find her?" House asked.
"Did you get an overnight pass or something?" She asked.
House didn't reply and S/N smiled, "Oh my god, you did... And you want to go see my sister, you dirty dog," She teased.
"Can you just give me an address?" House asked.
"Fine, but be good to her, okay?" S/N said, he nodded.
She opened her journal, scribbling down the address and tearing the page out. S/N handed it to House and the next thing he knew, he was standing on Y/N's doorstep.
House knocked and took a steadying breath as he saw movement inside. Y/N opened the door, "House? What are you doing here?" She asked.
"I got a pass and your sister gave me your address," He said.
"She did?" Y/N questioned, House nodded.
"I love you, Y/N... I didn't expect to fall in love with you but I did and I can't imagine my life without you in it," House stated.
"Do you really mean that?" Y/N asked softly.
"I do," House said.
Y/N stepped forward, cupping his cheeks in her hands and pressing her lips to his. House wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close to himself as they kissed.
Y/N pulled away, breathing heavily as she looked at him, "I love you too, House," She said.
"I know... Your sister may have told me that too," He smiled.
Y/N smiled back, "Will you get in trouble if you stay here tonight?" She asked.
"I wouldn't care if I did," House stated. Y/N backed up in her house and took his hand, pulling him inside with her.
The rest of the night was a blur of abandoned clothing and gentle touches, lips against skin as they spent the night together.
House laid on his back with Y/N by his side, her head was rested on his chest and her leg slipped between his. House dragged his fingertips over the bare skin of her back, watching as morning sunlight began to fill the room.
"When do you have to go back?" Y/N asked softly.
"I have a few hours," House said.
"I bring S/N back home today. I can drive you back," Y/N said, House nodded.
"Would you be willing to come and visit me at Mayfield until I'm released?" House asked.
"Of course," She said easily.
There was a part of him that felt guilty. He wondered if he was taking advantage of her kindness, but he wanted to see her and hold her for as long as he possibly could. He could stand to be a little selfish with her.
Life was short and he needed to start living.
"I love you," House said.
"I love you too, House," Y/N smiled.
Things were easy with her and it made House feel like he could handle life without pills. House knew that Wilson would probably not approve of the relationship, but he didn't care. House had finally found someone that he could see a future with and he was excited.
#james wilson#house imagine#gregory house#greg house x reader#gregory house imagine#greg house imagine#gregory house x reader#greg house#house md imagine#house md#house#gregory house x female reader#gregory house x you
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it is such a relief that the Snyderbros and their toxic masculinity don't have any real presence on Tumblr, probably because this platform just isn't suited to their methods. All they do is spam hashtags and harass people, which is easier to do on the cesspool that Twitter has become.
#you go into an dc tags on twitter and you will inevitably find snyderbros either going after james gunn again#attacking any dc film or tv series that isn't snyderverse#begging netflix to save them#or just generally being dicks to everyone who isn't part of their club#what are worse are the accounts that obviously pander to them for likes#there's one currently doing a best comic book movie director tournament#but they put snyder into every single poll because they know what will get the most attention#it is just a lot of pathetic clout chasing#which is why it is nice to come here and get away from it#because no matter how much you try to block things on twitter they always keep coming back in that stupid what's happening box
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i've done some horrible things to copia in the notes app but i draw the line at giving him a hip replacement. so my personal hc for his cane situation — disregarding the alternative of him taking one onstage just for the vibes — is that he developed early onset osteoarthritis from ballet and began to manage it. the rats mv was the last time he danced properly, then after the threat of replacement, it was strict physiotherapy and steroid injections until the cane wasn't as necessary as it once was. you can get footwear designed to help with oa, so i'm sliding the shoe moment from rhrn into this self-indulgent ramble ('i'll get injured' = 'things will be worse for me later'). he'll jump around the stage as often as he dares to the frustration of doctors and his mother — and his ghouls, who will help him limp offstage at every show towards the end of the tour and take care of him after treatments. limited movement frustrates him to no end but he'll put on a mask of cheery positivity until he's too tired to maintain it any longer. he'll manage it to the point where it's easier to live with than it was when he danced for the last time, but it'll never be like it was when he was young. he struggles with this more than he does the physical pain. who'd want a reminder of their imminent demise burning at their side with every step? still, he pretends, even if it's obvious to everyone close to him that it's a problem — no need to give them any more reason to end his reign earlier than he'd like
#a ramble inspired by that really nice art i rbed earlier with his cane#and the art where hes like. was a ballet dancer. had a hip replacement. bon appetit#i can't bring myself to give him the replacement though#not even a resurfacing#i had a professor this semester who has made it his life mission to warn everyone about how awful replacements are#he got oa in his knee after a karate injury and didn't stop practicing it#then fixed it with the help of not a doctor not a physiotherapist#but his karate master 😭😭#using my lectures to pass my degree ❌️ using my lectures to give papa diseases ✅️#sorry copia.#this feels weird to post which is why i'm nervously rambling in the tags#i don't post hc stuff despite coming up with loads of it because i'm scared of people taking it too seriously#maybe giving that old man a bad hip is a good place to start#unspoken hc here is that he was a very capable ballet dancer back in the day#but idk anything about that i just know diseases#copia gets away from my medical headcanon-ing SO lightly compared to others#rip terzo i'm sorry you had it coming#the band ghost#papa emeritus iv#posting this after taking certain tablets so i hope its literate and i wont cringe out of my skin tomorrow morning . goodnight
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#anyone not fandomy with me can ignore this#ty to people talking to me today and interacting with my stuff#I've felt so disconnected from fandom this year and the longer it goes on the harder it feels to reconnect#I just come on here and feel like I can't keep up with posts or spoilers or fic or anything#and I've let friendships fade away. and idk how to get it all back or if it's too late.#and then the show is going to end so it's too late anyway. and I am not ready for any of that to end#it's like I've missed half a semester of school and idk where to start or if I even can#sitting here crying at work. why am I like this.#I've also convinced myself that no one reads my posts lol so it's a bad idea to post about this and expect anyone to read it#the internet is so bad for me sometimes which is why I have to take so many breaks. like it just triggers so many of my insecurities#anyway sorry and thanks to anyone who's been nice to me lately#I figured it was better to just say this than let it build
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obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog
Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force 😂❤️
Can‘t believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D
#guys help is it time for a rebranding?? am I just gonna post about f1 now??#I still can’t believe this has all started because bestie and I were watching Ted Lasso (because I’ve been obsessed with that show for a#while now too) and I paused the episode to talk about how I really like the way Jamie interacts with kids (I’m sorry people being good with#and nice to kids is one of my weaknesses I work with kids now and have been invested in treating kids well forever)#so me saying that apparently reminded her of max and she showed me a video of him with p and yeah it was very effective in making me like#him and then we left the episode on pause and she told me a lot about f1 and max specifically cause I was interested now lmao (funny thing#is that she also got roped into it by our other friends I swear it’s speeding lmao#she also compared him to Jamie from Ted lasso (if you know you know) and showed me some heart wrenching Taylor swift edits (i haven’t#emotionally recovered yet) and yeah that’s how I started consuming way too much f1 content on YouTube and got into this whole mess lmao#oh yeah our friends also made me and another friend make a Tier list for all the drivers based on vibes alone (cause I only knew a bit about#max at that time and the other one knew nothing really) which was very funny too#especially looking back at it (we did some of them so dirty lmao 😂)#I’ve also come to the conclusion that tumblr is still one of the least annoying platforms to engage with other people (still)#YouTube is full of hate comments about drivers and stuff it’s so annoying actually#not to mention Twitter but I don’t go there and probably never will 😂#I personally don’t enjoy fics and scenarios and shipping of real people cause it makes me a bit uncomfy (not judging people who do#you do you as long as it doesn’t negatively affect anyone#but yeah I’d much rather just scroll by those here than have to look away from all the mindless hate and which driver is better discussions#everywhere else like I’m not one to engage with stuff like that but it does upset me to some#degree so yeah tumblr making memes and being rather positive about their drivers (most of what I’ve seen here of course there are gonna be#annoying people everywhere) is much more tolerable and a lot more enjoyable for me#whoops this post got away from me again oh dear#I’ve had the idea for a meme stuck in my head for days now: Max verstappen but make it if you don’t love me at my *swearing on team radio#giving spicy replies and attitude to the media maxplaining and complaining going for risky overtakes* you don’t deserve me at my *precious#interactions with p talking about his cats being a goofball with other drivers and especially danny defending other drivers driving#beautifully in the rain* it’s a package deal you can’t just pick and choose and personally I don’t even get why people complain about some#of the other stuff I appreciate someone who’s passionate and honest and genuinely kind where it matters 🤷🏻♀️#I think I’ve seen someone else say that but the more people complain about and criticize max the more I feel the need to defend him#god forbid women have hobbies for real (can’t believe I’ve yapped so much I can’t put more tags 💀)#also shoutout to Oscar Piastri and Danny Ric (I was so happy Oscar won even tho McLaren where being very silly in a not so funny way)
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#I get tired of people trying to explain what lens I should view the world through; what way I could think that would make everything better#forgive me but I don't care; I do what I do and I do what I can and you don't see the work I do under the hood#I don't want advice on self validation or whatever; I want... I want someone to hold a mirror up so I can actually see myself#by which I mean I want input on how I'm doing; if it's good enough; if it's worth anything; if anything I make is good#everyone things I'm nice; everyone has always thought I'm nice#but given nice leaves me profoundly isolated I don't think I care#not to mention in my opinion what nice in this instance means is that I'm capable of listening#it's mostly that I have manners rather than some quality about me#I'm well behaved and polite and can listen; and that's perceived as nice or even sweet#and it's not like I'm offended by people seeing me that way; but maybe you can get why... I can't do anything with that information#but if I'm doing enough... if I provide any value to the world... I might have heard that less times in my life than years I've lived#that's where I'm totally blind#people don't tend to offer any input; and also people don't tend to let me know what they're thinking#and I in fact am not a mind reader; I can often accurately infer things; but no of that means a thing till it's confirmed#and... well... hopefully no one reads the stupid shit I say and especially not the tags so this is safe and hidden#but truthfully people just like to hear that stuff they're doing is wanted and matters#and I do not#I don't know... gotta go do more cleaning cause I need to#and I have no idea if... I've got a reason for fighting so hard to clean; but I get very little input so... I expect... well...#and thankfully I don't think they read my tags so I can say this#but I really expect they won't take me up on my offer to come out here and get away from their parents; so there will be no pay off#not that I blame them in the slightest... it's just the only possible pay off for this cleaning would be helping someone I like out#and a scrap of company#but then again... in many ways anyone coming out to live with me is the worst thing they could probably do#sorry... I have a rather bleak outlook on many things surrounding myself purely cause of what I infer from the past#there is never pay off; only more shit I need to get done#I will never be loved; I will never be wanted; I will always just kinda be an afterthought that's occasionally worth venting to#no one will ever be particularly interested in anything I'm interested while I'll chase their interests or at least try to#certainly let them talk about them when they want#...though I take that over my normal total isolation... better to at least be permitted to follow in someone's shadow than have nothing
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weekend melancholy is starting to kick in >~<
#im gonna go and do my food shop etc to keep myself busy and hopefully my 2nd meds will kick in and we'll be able to handle it together#i think i kind of do this so regularly bc my brain is just processing everything bc i dont rly have time during the week#all cool tho im doing good overall def on the up n i feel way more capable of coping emotionally which is nice. i <3 meds#also.. possibly settling on the idea that i might be agender. very tentatively. lots of experiences n thoughts coming together rn#ive been reacting in unexpected ways to a lot of gendered shit atm which has made me reconsider the way i think abt myself#but very difficult to articulate it to myself let alone anyone else. so ive been sitting with it for now until it precipitates#gender stuff has never rly affected me much or ive never been in a place to explore it which is why i havent thought abt it super hard#but im not the sort of person who needs a lot of internal exploration to figure out my identity like im v self aware tbh#and while im wildly indecisive abt most things in my life for some reason i never have been abt stuff like this. i learned abt lesbianism#like idk 9 years ago-ish and straight away was like yeah that makes sense for me. never looked back since#n similarly ive experienced forms of gender dysphoria before n just immediately dealt with it symptomatically n moved on#its never been smth to agonise abt for me like i know what makes me comfortable in my skin so theres no question abt doing it#and ik im privileged to be able to do that. and also it helps that gender for me is mostly divorced from external perceptions#+ that im v autistic so social pressures dont stick to me very well. i mean yeah i was bullied for it as a kid but i was stubborn asf#so yeah from the moment i realised i was genuinely uncomfortable/upset abt it earlier this week i was like okay. lets try this instead#its given me pretty instant relief from any distress i was feeling so far which is nice. rare respite from one of my torture labyrinths#just testing out internally whether it frames things more clearly n makes me feel more myself/at peace before i choose to stick w the idea#but not gonna do a whole coming out fanfare either way. dont think i wanna change how ppl interact w me + im still a dyke#so i dont consider it relevant to anyone else unless they share a similar understanding of gender to me. or if we're v close#ill prolly broach it w other trans friends eventually bc insert philosophers talking image. but to everyone else its business as usual#happy to play my cis-sona at work. + w new queer ppl i meet ive been introducing myself recently w mirrored pronouns instead of any/all#and i think i prefer that. virtually indistinguishable but theres smth nice abt inviting ppl to recognise me the way they do themselves#like translating + localising a non-gendered language into a gendered one... simplifying decisions abt how to perceive me#and ofc ppl are still gonna perceive me however but idc much unless we're actually friends. the rest is all a performance anyway#doubtful anyone on here ever has reason to refer to me but if u do for some reason... im freeloading off ur pronouns now btw <3#but yeahhh. much 2 think abt. i need to read more alien/ai sci fi.. non-human sentience has been such a comforting concept lately#but yea tldr i woke up one morning this week like damn im prolly agender but i have a full time job to go to rn so idc abt that#.diaries#okkkk my dex is kicking in im no longer on the verge of tears lets go get these groceries wooohoooo
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