OMG OMG okay. I know this is probably me projecting my experiences but…
Referring to the “Lucifer doing Adam’s nails” ask, he’d probably slowly let himself do more and more things that are seen as “feminine” by toxic masculine men.
For example: styling his hair, wearing any kind of jewelry (like rings or earrings), and skincare.
Ultimately, Lucifer teaches Adam how to live more freely without worrying about being seen as “feminine” (despite NONE of these things I listed being feminine but hey that’s the toxicity of manliness)
I would like to think that Lucifer teaches Adam some basic fucking hygiene lolol. That dude doesn't shower I just know it.
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I don't consider this scenario canon, in fact it explicitly ISN'T, but... a Meng Yao who is actually a year OLDER than Zixuan but realises after being thrown down the stairs that being a threat to his half-brother's inheritance would not only dash all his chances of acceptance but probably get him killed if the wrong people in lanling found out. So he uses his baby face to pretend he's 2 years younger than he actually is, a year younger than Zixuan instead of older. (Jin Guangshan genuinely forgot when he slept with Meng Shi so he buys the lie)
I mean just... secret true heir of lanling Meng Yao and no one except he knows it. What a concept.
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vee is back on her writing shit (maybe? for like one week, maybe? but I’m gonna enjoy it while it lasts) — jake seresin x fem!reader; suggestive language; sexual innuendo; sweaty Jake yum yum 🌻
With his back against the wall, Jake sinks to the floor, a pile of aching muscles and tired limbs. A bead of sweat follows the curve of his chin and then drips onto his bare chest, rising and falling rapidly with the effort of catching an elusive breath.
That’s how you find him, glistening and warm, his biceps still bulging from pushing himself to the absolute limit of his strength. Another thirty pounds. Another twenty reps. Whatever it took to be better. To be the best. Jake, you know, is unrelenting in his physicality, in his drive to one-up everyone, including himself.
Still, you can’t help but to tease him, nudging at his thigh with your toe, your worn sneakers pressed to his fitted gym shorts. Nearby, a barbell you wouldn’t dream of trying to lift is waiting to be unweighted and racked.
“Did you wear yourself out, big boy?”
Jake gazes up at you with a fresh smirk on his sweaty face, his green eyes glinting with amusement at the suggestive nickname you only use when you’re in a very particular mood.
And, honest to God? You hadn’t been in that mood when you’d dragged yourself from your third-floor office to the nearest gym on base, but seeing Jake in all his shirtless, sweat-covered, fucking romance novel cover glory would be enough to put you in the mood no matter what.
After all, you had eyes.
“Not enough that I can’t still wear you out, sweets,” Jake replies, all cool words and suave affect. He knows the way he jumbles you up inside (in more ways than one).
You make a small noise of amusement in your throat and pull your sweatshirt up over your head, leaving yourself wearing a sports bra and Jake’s gaze. “Well, I did want to get some cardio in before hitting the weights. Give a girl a hand?”
Turning on your heel, you start toward the changing room, ignoring Jake when he almost certainly says that he’ll give you more than just a hand.
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