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I am so annoyed about the forgotten Naruto characters but the one that bugs me the most is Anko.

They bad build such a horrible [in a good story way] scenario with Orochimaru, his student, the torture she had to endure during the curse mark, the connection she had with him.

And they just, didn't do anything about it.

I get that in general some naruto stuff would have worked better if it was for 18+ including this but it would have worked still, Anko being part of the Orochimaru searches, helping or interacting with Sasuke before or after, having sequels of the trauma, speaking more to Kabuto, etc. Because the only time we see something like that it's not part of the manga, just the episodes in naruto when Anko, Shino, Naruto and Ino have to go to an island because there was a demon and it was just one of Orochimaru's experiment's

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hello! if requests are still open, would it be okay to ask for shino aburame fluff requests with someone who really likes bugs as well? thank you!

Ofc requests are still open as long as the post its there.

Now let's go because Shino needs way more recognition than he gets.

Bug soulmates

Oh, you know Shino would love it even if he doesn't show it. Besides his family, people don't tend to like bugs, and in his friend group, he doesn't really have anyone to talk about them, Hinata listens to him of course but it's more 'im happy your happy', not really invested in what's his favorite beetle and what sound does it make.

He spends time with the boys, Shikamaru and Neji listen sometimes but again, it's not a mutual interest, anyway, we see the point.

So when Shino finds someone who also loves bugs and isn't an Aburame? He maybe gets a bit skeptical at first, but curious, and overtime, fond.

Shino, with someone who likes bugs as much as him, would...soften.

He might not really show it the way his heart jumps every time, but his voice would become less stoic, softer when talking about insects, especially if they show interest in his clan or the kikaichū he would definitely invite them over to his compound or bug watching walks while talking.

He would definitely initiate conversations more, seek them out, and just be eager to share knowledge because after all this time, he finally felt seen, someone that understands him, so long quiet talks are definitely a thing, both about bugs and eventually about him, about them.

He would be grateful, because now, he didn't had the need to hide parts of himself, everyone knows he likes bugs but, who could say with certainty what's his favorite type of butterfly?, no one, not until them.

The things he shows are his job, because it's his technique, it's his duty to do missions, to explain the basics to his teammates so they could work together, but now?, he would open on completely.

Expect things like being gifted rare insects or pupae in glass terrariums, being shown his kikaichū nest, something deeply private, and intimate, and of course handle or feed his bugs, wich besides his dad there is no one else that can do that.

Also, he would be completely loyal, both as a person and to protect them, he could manage people making fun of him, they weren't relevant, but them?, he would step in, quietly, serene, but intense.

The sun filters gently through the trees, casting light over a mossy stone path. Shino kneels beside a low bush, gloved fingers carefully guiding a leaf aside to reveal a beetle with iridescent wings. "You see?" he murmurs, barely louder than the wind. "A Chrysochroa fulgidissima. Jewel beetle. Very rare this time of year." They crouch beside him, eyes wide with wonder. “It’s beautiful. Look how its carapace reflects green and gold.” Shino is silent for a long moment. Then, without looking at you, he speaks again. “…Most people wouldn't notice that.” . “Then most people are missing out.” He turns just slightly, gaze hidden behind dark glasses, but his voice is softer—warm. “I’m glad you're not like most people.” And next to him, nestled between the roots of an old tree, one of his kikaichū crawls up your sleeve. Neither of you flinch.

"He trusts you because i trust you... thank you", he whispered, eyes looking away, but the smallest of smiles ghosts over his lips.

This is a chrysochroa fulgidissima ♡

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Do anyone else find odd that in Naruto, they keep sorta 'attacking ' Choji about eating so much or telling him to stop eating?.

Because yeah, he can get sick, we have seen that, but also, if he doesn't eat, he has no chacra.

Like all that food, it's literally fuel so he can fight and do his expansion jutsu better, gives him more resistance.

I would get it if it was a vacation or no training day or something, but i always founded weird they told him that in the middle of missions or before/after going to one, specially Shikamaru and Ino because they are the ones that are supposed to know about the Akimichi clan.

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Hiiii, is it okay if I request some headcanons of Raido (from Naruto) being a boyfriend? Just general stuff like his love language, pet names, etc.

Of course, it's okay. Im glad to write always. Sorry for the delay, haha, but i promise it was a one-time thing.

Raido as a Boyfriend?, let's go.

Now, Raido may not be flashy or overly romantic like Guy sensei, but that doesn't mean he is not devoted and completely in love.

And in a relationship, he would definitely be a ride or die partner, this man? Loyal, he doesn't fall easily, but once he does, he is completely in.

He is definitely not controlling, trusts you completely, but he is protective. If you are in danger or ask for his help, he will not doubt on going to you.

He is definitely practical, too. He observes and picks up your habits without making a fuss. He knows when you are exhausted and your favorite tea will be waiting along him, either to talk or just be there, grounding. which leads to:

His love language

Acts of service

Definitely 100%, from clean your wash your dishes when you are tired, running errands for you to walking you home.

Physical touch

He is not clingy or overly physical, but his hand will always find you, fingers interwined, his hand on your shoulder reassuring, a hand on your leg when sitting together, on your lower back or his thumb brushing your knuckles, he wouldn't complain if this is your main love language, he would feel odd at first but he wouldn't push you away, he does prefer privacy so he tends to be more guarded in public but never cold.

Forehead kisses are definitely his thing.

Quality time

This is one of the few things that applies to every single shinobi, in a world of missions, of uncertainty that you might not come home, that there are months without returning home, of missions nonstop, so every moment with loved ones, friends, teachers it's precious. It doesn't matter if its reading together, sleeping, going to dinner or just eating takeout from that greasy place near the divisions building while you talk about your day, he will appreciate every moment with you as if it was the last.

But then, pet names he would use?, for starters, he would blush like hell the first time he used one on you, so he tends to use your name or abreviations of it but he does use sweetheart and love (specially when he is worried) and might use your highness when you are being difficult but the little smirk on his face says otherwise.

When you get injured or sick he definitely fusses more than he should, brings soup [he tried to make one and well...it was not edible, he is working on his cooking skills], fluffs your pillows, buys the medicine you need and prepares it for you, checks your temperature 3 times and you have to swat the thermometer away.

And now, let's talk about dates with him.

Definitely late night walks around the training grounds or forest that usually end up with you two on the hill or a rooftop watching the stars.

Quiet dinners, usually home cooked [he does not know how to do elaborate stuff yet, he does know how to do mission food and cut things, so he gets the ingredients, cuts them and can prepare rice or simple things but you do the seasoning definitely]

If you are a ninja too, sparring sessions that always end up with you too flirting or kissing.

Raido, it's not jealous. As i said before, he trusts you, but he doesn't trust the other people, so he does stiffens when someone it's flirting with you and watches every move, if he notices you are getting uncomfortable or the other person it's stepping onto personal boundaries he will interfere, nothing like punching them but he will wrap an arm around your waist or shoulders and kiss your temple to take you away.

Raido might be a respected shinobi, a tokubetsu jounin that can take a poisoned kunai and still fight... but he is not inmune to love, so he does have a soft side that doesn't show to anyone but you.

He keeps photos of you and you with him. He does get flustered and will deny unless caught even if it isn't nothing bad, but in a hidden compartment on his tactical vest, there is a small photo of you that he carries during missions.

He writes little notes when he has to go on a mission, practical things, like 'drink water' but always with a 'don't forget i love you' at the bottom.

He is not the type to buy a whole bouquet of flowers [unless a Yamanaka bullies him into it, nothing personal, they do that to every shinobi with a romantic interest or partner]. But he does remember your favorite flower, and once in a while, he will return from a mission with that flower for you.

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Heyyyy I hope that you’re well, I would like too request an angst to comfort shikamaru x reader where they get into an argument and the reader tries to go to bed angry and shikamaru isn’t having any of it, if that makes sense.

Of course, as always, im always super happy to write about Shika. Sorry for the delay, and I'm sorry if it's short, im gonna write another thing soon to make it up, haha.

You are a drag and troublesome, but i still love you.

Tags/warnings: none.

Shikamaru x gn reader

You couldn't even remember the fight well, not because it wasn't serious, but your brain was tired, angry, but tired, that kind of tiredness that only comes after crying a lot or straining the body.

You never fought, sure, you had arguments, but never a fight, and although this wasn't completely a fight it felt like it, because usually he said something dumb, you got annoyed, and everything was okay again five minutes later, but now?, now it had been 5 hours and you where still not talking, and yes, it was because he wanted to give you space, and although appreciated, an angry heart makes an unreasonable brain, so, for you that space turned into a 'he doesn't care' even if it wasn't true.

So by night you changed into your pajamas, brow still furrowed as you turned off the light, him already in bed looking at you from the corner of the eye as he read, that look he always had when analyzing things.

Your back was turned on him, hand toying with a strang of fabric of the pillow, eyes tired but yet refusing to sleep, a lingering pressure on the chest.

You two stayed quiet a few moments, could have been five seconds, five minutes or five months, either way he moved after those moments, a small sound indicating his book had been left on the nightstand, and the soft rustling of sheets besides you made you open your eyes more.

And then quiet again, because you two knew this wasn't about being right or wrong, that was forgotten, but the important thing was lifting the ache on the heart, being at peace.

'Tch… I hate going to bed like this. It’s a pain in the ass, "he murmured in his usual annoyed tone, yet the way his body heat became closer and how his forehead pressed against your shoulder softly said otherwise.

'I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I just didn’t know what you wanted me to say', he said as you took a deep breath.

'...i care about you, about us, and its a drag, and I'm an idiot, and I'm sorry, and i know its not that much of what you want to hear but what i should say as your partner, and the truth, because i do love you, even if you are the most troublesome living organism i know', he whispered softly, hand moving to caress your arm gently once your body relaxed more.

'...you are an idiot', you mumbled but didn't moved away.

'I know', he said simply moving so you could get closer to him.

He was an idiot, an intelligent one, but he was... still, he was your idiot.

'...does that mean im not getting killed with a kunai while i sleep anymore?', he asked in a whisper, a soft smile appearing on your lips even if you tried to repress it.

'Im still thinking about it', you whispered, but moved closer to him, his hand intertwining with yours.

Eventually, you fell asleep.

And he never stopped hugging you.

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Some Tsume drawings I made in 2023, maybe imma re do them now soon

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Headcanons of Raido with a s/o that’s his same rank, almost his height, all quiet and reserved but when he gets to meet them theyre so sweet and nice, even compliment the scar around his face :’) <3

I had a lot of fun writing this!, i love it when people request characters that nobody else even knows, haha. i hope you like it.

I see you.

Raido x gn! Reader

“The scar you called ugly, they called beautiful.”

Raido notices them at a joint mission briefing, someone calm, composed, with eyes that observe everything but mouth rarely used.

They're both tokubetsu jonin, and their heights are nearly identical. He finds himself glancing sideways at them more often than usual. He doesn't know why. He just finds them interesting.

They speak little, but when they do, it’s purposeful. The kind of voice that draws him in, he doesn't completely engage tho, another comrade, always good but nothing new

At least, that's what he thought.

It’s after a mission gone a little messy. Blood, dirt, and exhaustion cling to them both. They arrive to a small river to rest, the enemy is long gone, and they have to rest before moving onto the next target. He lays against a tree, the sun filtering through the leaves and brushing softly against his face.

They glance at his face, not with discomfort, not with pity but curiosity and admiration, eyes setting directly on his scar.

“It suits you,” they murmur, voice soft as a breeze. “Looks strong. Like you survived something worth telling.”

Raido is floored.

He stares. No one's ever said that before. Not like that.

He fumbles internally. Externally? Stoic and deadpan as ever.

But later, Kotetsu and Genma tease him when he touches his scar more often, like he's replaying the compliment.

He starts looking for them. Sitting next to them in meetings. Asking them to partner on missions.

Not that he’ll admit it. Yet.

But over time, shared drinks, kunais, and broken bones, Raido learns they're sweet, not exactly bubbly, but thoughtful. They pack extra tea in their bag for him. They stitch a tear in his flak jacket without asking, and without noticing he starts smiling more. Real smiles, not the tired half-smirks.

And he starts doing things a year ago he would have scoffed.

He walks them home after missions, even if it’s out of the way.

He starts calling them by a nickname no one else uses.

They patch a wound on his arm once, murmuring softly, 'You’re always protecting others… who protects you?'

That night he can’t sleep. He thinks maybe... maybe they’re his person...also he swears he is never telling Izumo or Kotetsu because they would be completely insufferable

But then he realizes it's true, and real and it happens simply. Under the stars, on a rooftop after a long mission.

'I never liked this scar much,' he says quietly.

But they told him otherwise, every scar has a story, every scar means resilience, not shame, never shame,it means he came back.

And he turns, steps closer. 'So… would it be okay if I kept coming back to you?'

Their answer is a gentle nod, and a hand slipping into his.

And once they are his S/O ?

Deeply protective but quiet about it.

Brings them little things, dango, tea, a new kunai bag he noticed they needed because the other one exploted [surprisingly common situation]

He lets down his walls slowly, but fully. They see every scar, physical and emotional.

He doesn���t need a lot of words. Just presence. Just closeness.

His scar becomes a soft place for them to kiss goodnight.

And he is finally truly happy, and maybe Kotetsu and Izumo knowing it's not so bad...still that doesn't mean he is not gonna keep it low key, those two are still annoying.

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Hello my sincere apologies for bothering you but may I request a Vander x wife reader where the reader is very protective of the kids and she is basically a lawyer and a therapist so she is basically everybody's therapist and she's a very good lawyer and when the kids got in trouble because of pilltover and she's ready to be a lawyer how do you think they'll go it's up to you again my sincere apologies for bothering you.

My dear, it is never a bother!, don't worry, more like im sorry for taking so long, haha. i had finals, but im always here for u🪻🫶

Protector of my heart.

Vander x fem! Reader

Tags/warnings: none

There was a woman, a woman that everybody knew, yet her name was unspoken, only known as 'The lady' or 'The doc'.

The lady had a clinic upstairs of The Last Drop. She was the owner's missus, after all.

The calm to Vander’s storm, the one who thinks ten steps ahead, the kind of person one goes when needs help, emotional, or of legal manners, yet always kind.

Vander is always proud of how his wife can switch between comforting a sobbing child and intimidating a Piltover enforcer in seconds.

And that wife he loves so much?, you always thought people overestimated you, he said no, but in the end you were only trying to help, praise was secondary.

Vi once punched a kid who insulted Powder. When Vander scolded her, you simply asked, “Did she use her left hook?”

You taught the kids how to read Piltover lawbooks just in case. Vi rolled her eyes; Powder loved it. [Vi ended up liking to read, tho]

You have an “emergency contact” system in place—if the kids run into trouble, the first name they shout is yours, not Vander's, not because he was untrustworthy, of course not, but if something happened you both knew he was the first one the enforcers where going to look for

Your voice is scarier than Vander’s when you’re mad. And that’s saying something.

Everyone in the Lanes knows if you disappear for a day, half the undercity spirals into emotional chaos.

Mylo pretends he’s “too cool” for therapy, but he listens to everything you say.

Powder cries to you when she feels like a monster. You hold her and say, “You’re not broken, baby. You just haven’t found your shape yet.”

As a lawyer, tho?

You’ve read every Piltover statute and use legal loopholes like magic tricks.

You once defended a teen falsely accused of theft in a makeshift court—you didn’t just win, you humiliated the enforcer.

Vander calls you his "feral wife in heels" when you walk into court.

When Piltover arrested Vi for trespassing, you were already waiting outside the station with a signed release order before Vander could punch anyone.

And Vander?

He’s in awe of you. Still. Every day.

He likes to sit and watch you prep legal notes while cleaning his bar glasses. When you're angry, he knows to shut up and fetch tea.

He once said, “If I’m the shield, she’s the sword. And the brain. And the damn backbone.”

You patch up his bruises, remind him of mercy, and argue strategy like generals planning war, and he always kisses your knuckles when you finish because such gentle hands yet strong deserve praise.

And Vander? Oh, he loves how the kids love you, how Vi tries to act tough, but only breaks down in front of you.

Or how you taught Claggor negotiation tactics. He used one to get a bigger sandwich once, or how you once snuck into Piltover posing as a visiting counselor just to get intel and bail out one of your kids, that was one of the most atractive things Vander has seen.

The undercity respects you, its unspoken, but they do, even if they don't like Vander, even if they don't need your services, everyone knows living there is shitty enough, and having someone that wants to change the world? To help, that's more precious than anything.

Benzo respects you more than anyone,he calls you the “silent blade of Zaun.”

Even Silco kept his distance, unsure whether to fear or admire you. You once stitched up a wounded enforcer and cross-examined him about his abuse of power while doing it.

Vander always recalls the first time you had to get Vi out of trouble. You had studied, knew everything, spoke loud and clear, but after the enforcer left, you were trembling like a baby deer, and that day? He proposed to you, and nothing could convince him it wasn't one of the best decisions of his life.

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hey hi hello love ❣️

i have just randomly stumbled upon your post about request and- believe me, i was truly thrilled that you write for obi-wan!

i was just wondering if you could write something (literally anything, nsfw or sfw, smut or fluff. no angst please because my little heart can't bear any more pain) for him. of course if you have time and inspiration- no rush 🫶🏻

if you need any more tips or ideas then maybe: a reader that is a gray jedi(?) and obi-wan who is truly interested in how their perception of the force works and how does it affects the reader's view on life/war/love. as we already know, jedi are not allowed to have any love relations (they influence their "harmony and peace") but what if gray jedi are more keen to love, what if they believe to find power in it (we do not know that much about the gray order so it is obviously just my silly thought but it sounds cool). like obi-wan believes in "once i am in love i'll be defenceless" (stolen from the AURORA's song "To Be Loved") but the reader is more into "once i am in love i'll be imperishable"...

i know that it may sound weird but it is just a suggestion and you can clearly sense my excitement for the upcoming 20th anniversaey 😆

anyways... have a good day!

lots of love and may the force be with you xx❣️

Omgggg, i adore Aurora and ofc, i love the idea!, and absolutely, i couldn't write for the anniversary but may the fourth be with you.

What about love?

Tags: just pure fluff, the story is told as if it was the readers diary or writings, Reader was a former student/protegee of Qui-Gon, slightly younger than Obi-Wan

In a galaxy far, far away

Two souls founded each other

United by the same pourpose

Yet their minds in different spaces.

Obi-Wan was a jedi.

Jedi were not supposed to feel love, not directed to someone, not romantic, not lust.

So Obi-Wan said he didn't loved.

Even if it was a lie.

He never noticed, that's what he told me, even if i saw every lingering gaze in me, even if our hands stayed together for a second more when he gave me something, and maybe he did never noticed, after all it's hard to notice something you have never experienced before.

It started on Naboo, a bit cliché because every love story begins there.

It was a sunny day when i saw him for the first time, he was supposed to guard me, i held a royal title, if you can call it that way, i didn't really needed the protection, but i accepted it when i heard his name.

Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Such an odd name.

And yet familiar, Qui-Gon used to talk to me about him, his padawan, his boy.

I sensed the force before i could see Master Kenobi, and lets face it, he had me at hello.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, late night talks, scandalous gazes, late night saber sparrings.

He sensed the force in me, yet he never said anything, he never had to, he knew i wasn't just some task, that was just mere burocracy.

I still remember that night tho.

We stayed awake until the sun woke up from his sleep, talking, reading, building puzzles.

But i remember that night better than the rest.

We were resting near the shore, shoulders touching each other, peace in the air, the force humming tenderly, like a sweet veil protecting us, leaving that sensation that we were the only two people in the world.

And then i asked.

'Why can't jedi love?'

I remember he stilled for a moment before letting out a sigh.

'Because love makes us weak' he whispered.

'Love leads to fear, and fear leads to the dark side ', he said softly, as if saying it out loud might make it all more true.

I stayed silent for a moment, a small frown appearing on my brow.

'I believe quite the opposite ', i whispered back.

'The opposite?' He said frowning now too.

'Love, it's everything, love, give us strength. Without love, there wouldn't be a society, just like art. It's important because the true people without love would he the sith, love means respect, care, "i whispered, turning on my side to look at him, that beautiful face.

He stayed silent a moment and shaked his head softly.

'But if that were true, then jedi wouldn't turn to the dark side. There wouldn't be fear, "he said in a tone that seemed like he was trying to convince more himself than me.

'Have you thought you are a person, alive?' I replied, and i remember he turned too to look at me.

'Of course im a person, i don't see why i would think im dead or otherwise ', he chuckled as he looked into my eyes.

'Not like that Kenobi', i chuckled.

'You are alive, you feel things, no matter how much of a great jedi you are, you are not a droid, you have a heartbeat, you will feel, and that's okay', i whispered.

He stayed quiet a moment again.

'But emotions make me defensless, make us defenless', he said

'Have you thought it's the lack of them? The lack of love', i said back, and once again he remained quiet.

'Love make us...makes me, defenless', he repeated quieter this time.

'Love makes us imperishable', i whispered back, my hand moved just an inch to touch his finger.

'That's something i never heard', he chuckled quietly.

'Think about it, love makes us happy, if anything it amplifies that need to protect, and of course we will feel fear to loosing someone, but its that same love that makes us stand again and remember them, honor them, fear it's natural, so as anger and joy, i believe it's repressing it that's harmful, at the end if you think about it jedi are afraid, afraid of falling into that emotion pit, they are afraid of fear' i whispered, his hand also moving the necessary for our hands to be touching.

'Then why do i feel like love is wrong', he whispered

'Because it's what you've been taught ', i said.

'So your saying that actually everything it's at the council's fault?, because, well, if love made us stronger then, and i repeat, jedi wouldn't turn to the dark side if that emotions were natural', he said back, and i could feel his hand moving again back to his body, so i grabbed his hand, holding softly.

'It's not the emotions, it's the fact you don't know them'

He frowned again.

'The teach you they are wrong, a way where you are not going to be able to identify them, and were in the moment you do you are not going to know how to deal with them,how to talk to people', i whispered, and his gaze softened.

'You know a lot about emotions you know', he chuckled softly

'And you too little, Kenobi', i smiled

'Then teach me', he said

'Why?' I asked, even though i knew the answer.

'Because i feel foolish, it feels foolish, im a fool', he said in an exhale.

'I think they call it love', i whisper in a smile, and for the first time in 5 months his gaze lowered to my lips.

'I think they do', he whispered.

We made love that night.

I treasure that night in my mind, because even after everything he never said again love leads to fear, it was a process.

And even after the clone war, all the times i saved his ass, even after all those years, he still holds me, because love, in the end , is the only thing that stands, and i couldn't have choosen a better man to kiss at night.

In the end, love is like a fragile veil made of stars and embroidered in gold. It covers you with beauty, yet if you don't know how to grab it, it can rip.

Good thing he has gentle hands and a lot of patience.

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Genma with a s/o that’s just as tall as him and has a tendecy of being chivalrous ^^

Why are you the same height as me.

Genma Shiranui x gn reader

He would find a bit ironic the chilvalrous part because, yes, he is protective, but he is also very laid back, so it would amuse him to be with someone like that

That said he would not mind at all

At first, he would raise an eyebrow if them opened the door for him, insisted on paying for something, or got protective during a fight, but he would appreciate it

He still smirked and teased them every change he got

He knows he has people who care for him, friends, but it's not often someone actually expresses it like that

He is used to him being the protector, a jounin, even if from the shadows

'You planning to rescue me from a dragon next?'

'Didn’t realize I needed a knight in shining armor'

He would be completely smitten tho

He would never say nothing agaist those acts, he knows he doesn't need protection at all, but he knows it doesn't come from a place of underestimating him, just love

Genma doesn’t love loudly but he would notice every single thing, as small as it was

And he would be protective too in his own way

Most importantly, he would feel safe, safe to let his walls down, to trust, to tell them everything, he would feel able to feel without worry, and that was more valuable than anything

He would probably begin to do some actions like that too bit without being loud or saying compliments or nothing. He would be a quiet lover, but he would love intense

Now, if that partner was his height? Genma dies

It's something irrelevant, but for him? It's not really

He would like eye contact, most of it, quiet, and yet it expresses so much without saying any word

He would like not having neck pains definitely and also how he could rest his forehead against his partner's without needing to bend down or get on his tip toes

And he maybe sees it as a balance too.

He is not above his partner, and his partner is not above him, equals in every way, perfectly build so they don't need to adjust anything about the other

He would like the physical closeness evem if he wasn't an extreme fan of pda, but just feeling their shoulder touching his own equally? Yeah, he loved that

Genma would love that combination. It allows him to love back his way, just as intense but more quietly

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If you're still taking requests, could you possibly write some headcanons for Yuri Plisetsky with a s/o that plays hockey and channels a lot of their pent up anger through playing. It'd be funny because they're sugar and spice with everything nice off the rink, but once their head is in the game...they can be a little scary with how motivated they are to win.

Of course, requests are always open!

Hockey? Really?

Yuri Plisetsky x gn! reader

Okay, so yuri with a hockey player partner? definitely met at an ice rink, practicing separately and bumped into at each other, or he saw them training at yelled at them

...eitherway they got yelled by yuri at first

He was not expecting them to play hockey tho, it was kinda obvious on the training, but his first thought was they were just learning to skate or something [he didn't payed attention the first time]

The first time he watches them play hockey, he's expecting something soft and gentle, like their personality

And he felt like punched in the face when instead he got to see a complete beast

Lightning fast, sharp turns, slamming bodies (and pucks) with zero mercy.

Yuri’s jaw would literally drop.

'Who are you?'

'Nuh uh, that was not you'

'You play like a psycho. I liked it.'

He would compliment them...his way and definitely add a

'Not bad, still im better at ice than you'

Yes, he would ignore they are two diferent sports

A lot of watching each other training if they go to the same ice rink (on different schedules, of course)

Lowkey, he would be slightly obsessed about the personality change off game and during

Definitely trying not to look impressed during games, but everyone knows he is

He’d pretend to be annoyed but secretly think it’s hot as hell

'The hell was that? You were all blushing like an idiot this morning, and now you’re sending people to the hospital during a game?'

His partner would definitely introduce him to hockey. Sure, hockey is a very popular sport in Russia, but i doubt Yuri knows more than the basics...or just that it's a sport also in ice

He would gain in response a new "liking" for hockey. He wouldn't watch it alone or learn everything, but he would try and would actually cheer during his partners matches or nationals

Dates of him trying to teach his partner figure skating and partner trying to teach him hockey...it was interesting once, he was not a fan, he will complain each time but actualky have a great time

He is competitive, so yes, he will yell at you to destroy everyone

He would feel warmth about the fact he identifies with you, both competitive, both using sport as a way to be free, and yet so different

Yes, someone Mila asked him if he was going to betray them or join a hockey team too and Yuri glared at him

[Extra] he has, in fact, trewn ice skates at people. Most likely, Georgi says to them something about his relationship, even if it's something nice because he gets flustered every time.

Extra photo of tiny Yuri with grandpa

[v-4-mpmistress]

girl okay so what if I'm (gn) a regular at the Last Drop and one day I come in with a guy but he treats me bad and I'm clearly uncomfortable so Vander tells him to back tf off and when he leaves he asks me out?

blink blink blink blink blink pleaaaaaaaaase

-you know who I am 🙏😔

I have seen you here before.

Vander x gn! Reader

'I will protect everyone i have to, but i will protect you even more'

It wasn't uncommon to see bar fights, but this one was different.

For a man that looked like he could break a spine in half, Vander had a bigger heart than anyone could truly see.

He had seen you once a few months ago, then it became every week, and then every day, and eventually, he founded himself expecting you to go through the bar's door more than he admitted

It was a cold day, more than usual. He was cleaning around. There weren't many customers today anyway.

That's when he heard the bell that someone had entered the establishment and a soft smile drew in his lips when he noticed it was you, yet the smile was met with a small frown when he noticed the guy pushing you inside, he didn't said anything yet, he knew sometimes between peers tough love wasn't uncommon, the amount of times he had gotten confused over Vi fighting or aggressively hugging someone were comical.

Yet there was something that made him weary. You always smiled, even if it was a tired smile, but today that smile was missing, and you had the same face Powder made when Mylo began annoying her.

Still, Vander, as big as he was he was not about unnecessary fights, so he just watched and served your usual.

He watched.

He kept watching.

He watched more.

And his brow kept furrowing the more he stared at you because you kept looking at the exit every time the guy looked away, and it was clear you were uncomfortable.

At this point, he was only half-listening to Benzo talk about the latest shipment as he wiped the counter.

'They seem uncomfortable', Benzo said then making Vander look at him and then you again.

'I know', he said calm but still weary.

'I haven't seen that lad around here before', Benzo said, gesturing to the guy you were with.

'Me neither, but i don't trust him', Vander whispered, pouring Benzo another round.

He looked at you again a moment, the one with the tired smile and kind eyes who always lingered a little longer than they needed to after their drink, the guy beside them had that kind of vibe Vander hated loud, obnoxious, already talking over them the moment they stepped inside and he wasn't even listening properly at your conversation. But when the guy grabbed your wrist too tight while laughing, Vander's jaw tightened.

But ten minutes in, it gets worse.

The guy pushed your beverage slightly, almost mockingly, and scoffed.

'Are you seriously drinking that again?' the guy says loud enough for several heads to turn.

Vander stiffens. He watches you shrink a little in your seat, eyes dropping.

'It's a bar. Why do you keep asking for pink lemonade? It's pathetic like you. No wonder why-' the guy began saying

That’s enough.

Vander sets the glass down. Not slams it. He just sets it. Calm, but there’s a storm behind his eyes. He steps out from behind the bar, towering presence moving through the space with heavy certainty.

'Hey', he says, voice low and edged with steel. 'This place might not be much, but we treat people with respect here. If you wanna act like a bastard, you can do it somewhere else.'

The guy scoffs, opening their mouth to retaliate, but Vander cuts them off.

'I will not ask again, leave, now', he said looking down at him.

Then, softer, he turns to you.

'You okay?' he asks.

You nod softly, a small smile on your lips now.

'You fuck-' the guy began saying, but Vander looked at him like a strict dad, and the guy closed him mouth and scoffed, grabbing his stuff aggressively and stomping out.

Vander sighed and turned to you again.

'Well, that's what i call an arsehole', he chuckled, making you chuckle back.

'But seriously, you okay?, i don't want to see you with guys like that again, eh?, don't let other people fade that smile of yours ', she said softly sitting on the chair the guy was before.

You laughed and nooded, and just like that, Vander decided that talking to you was more important than finishing cleaning the dishes.

A warm feeling spread across his chest before he decided to stand up.

'Come on, I'll get you to eat something, you need it after all this mess', he said, making you a head sign.

'But what about the bar?', you said, looking around.

'Oi, Benzo, can you close for me?'Vander said, trowing the keys at his friend, who raised a brow but laughed and nooded.

'Now come on, it's getting late ', he said, offering his hand to help you stand up.

'I don't have enough money to-', you began saying but his hand moved to your shoulder.

'I invited you, i pay, same with this', he said gesturing to your beverage.

'On the house', he said with a smile before you two walked out the bar.

And that night, when he returned to his bed, he fell asleep with a tiny smile, already dreaming about seeing you the next day.

He also heard Vi and Mylo gossiping, but that was a tomorrow talk.

[v-4-mpmistress]

Omg I would love to read Benedict x wife reader angst with a happy ending 😭

I only want you.

Benedict Bridgerton × Fem! Reader

'Till dead do us apart my love, my live, my darling, and i will stab myself i broke my promise'

Warnings/Tags: cheating (LIE, he would never, just a misunderstanding), angst with a happy ending, reader is pregnant.

Benedict Bridgerton had always been a free spirit, untamable, a rebel.

If he had to point the moments he had been happier in his life, he would list four.

So when he fell in love, when he married you, it was a surprise even to himself, yet he learned that he nevel felt more free than when he was with you, you were his muse.

1. The time he went with his dad, Anthony and Colin hunting when they were children

2. When he discovered art

3. When he married you

4. When you told him you were with child, his child

The moment he found out he was going to be a father, he almost passed out. He was terrified and completely and utterly devoted to you and your child. He began to insist on helping you with the most minimal stuff, even taking over some maiden's work to ensure it was done properly. He began kissing your stomach every day and night, whispering to the life growing on your womb.

He was completely and utterly obsessed with you, so when his friends from art school invited him to have some drinks at a gentlemen's club, he even doubted accepting it because he didn't wanted to leave you.

'Benedict Bridgerton, you are going out two hours, not to fight in a war,stop acting like a puppy', you had told him, half scold, half chuckle.

He, reluctantly, accepted the invite, of course not without kissing you sensless first.

Before he could take any step outside he felt hands roaming his back.

The drinks and chatting came quickly once he met up with his mates, and of course, eventually, he got drunk enough not to ask where his friends were taking him, and yet the path seemed familiar even in his foggy mind.

They arrived to a building covered in red fabric in the inside, some chaises, and people around .

The realization punched him in the face when he entered the stablishment that smelled like cheap perfume.

A brothel.

His mind slowly reacted to what his eyes saw, why was he here?, ah, that's right, his friends brought him, but why?.

'Do you wish any service, my lord? ', the woman asked, lips brushing against his neck, a hand on his arm making his skin shiver, yet it didn't felt right, it was not right, this wasn't his wife, but why wasn't he moving?, the alcohol, he was feeling dizzy, sick.

'I-, no, forgive me Miss', he said finally pulling apart looking around trying to locate the exit.

'It's not to worry my lord, nobody will spill a word', the woman spoke moving towards him again, hands roaming his chest.

'I- what?, no,no, I'm married, I'm not here for any service', he said grabbing the womans wrists to pull her hands afar.

'As many of the men here tonight, my lord, there is no shame on wanting someone else one night ', she said, trying to get closer.

'Uh- no, i assure you I'm happily married, this is a misunderstanding', he said slowly, panicking and moving towards the exit, almost knocking over a plant on the way out.

He walked out of there as fast as he could, forgetting about his friends, about absolutely everything except the fact he was suffocating in there, breathing shallow even as the fresh air hit his face.

Looking over his shoulder to the building behind him, he sighed shakily. He could feel his heart pounding against his ribs as he ran a hand across his hair and began walking home.

He took off his vest, bowtie, and waistcoat on the way home. Was it improper? Absolutely, but there was no one walking the streets at this hour and his skin was burning both from an adrenaline he couldn't identify the source, almost like panic, and from the acohol in his body.

He almost smiled when he saw his house, ran and tripped but didn't fall, he stumbled when he opened the door but finally took a deep breath.

He left his clothes on a chaise nearby, not even worrying about the fact that he left his jacket on the gentleman's club.

'My love?', he asked almost in a whisper, not wanting to wake you up if you were already in bed.

'Ben?, you are back already?', your voice reached his ears with sweetness, he followed your voice almost as an instinct.

You were in the nursery, just a small candle lit as you unpacked a wooden box with stuff for the baby.

'Did you had fun?' You asked softly without looking at him but a small smile on your lips.

'...uh huh, i mean, I've had better, i guess', he said, still a tad disoriented.

'Go to sleep, Ben, you sound like you had more drinks than you should '. You chuckled softly as he approached you and sat next to you, taking a baby blanket in his hands.

But before he could even open his mouth, your brows furrowed.

'Benedict, why do you smell like that?', he froze as the words left your lips confusing even himself, smell like what?.

'What do you mean?', he said in a lower voice than what he meant.

'You smell like perfume, and i haven't gone to any gentleman's club, obviously, but i do not believe they spray 1 shilling perfume all over the place', you said finally looking at him.

'They do not, but it's-' he paused when he saw the look on your face.

'There is lipstick on your shirt', you spoke before he could begin talking again.

His brows furrowed, his hand moving instinctively to his neck.

'What are?-' He began saying, but you interrupted him.

'You went to a brothel ', a whisper escaped your lips, the confusion on your features turning into both horror and a different type of confusion.

He almost flinched at you words, it was true...half of it at least, but god, he felt dirty even if he didn't choose to go there or did something of the sort.

'I did not...i did, but it's what you think my darling i-' he began speaking, to his misfortune he began stuttering, frustrating because it wasn't out of shame of being caught, but out of the brandy in his system.

You two had a fight that night. It didn't last long as your tears began to shed and your throat to close, and Benedict was about to cry too because he was acting like a foolish man, like a culprit when in reality he was so drunk he wanted to puke.

He slept in his study that night, and even if he wasn't going to admit it, he shed tears too at hearing your sobs from the bedroom because, truth be told, he was terrified, he would die for you, kill for you, and he didn't wanted you to hate him because a fate like that would be worse than dead itself, also he was worried, you where supposed to stay calm, to relax, you where making life inside you, his child, your child, and he could never forgive himself if the emotions you where feeling now made you lost the baby.

He barely slept that night when he finally did it it was because he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore.

The next day, he woke up with his head trobbing like someone had smashed a chair on top of his head. He didn't know how much time he stayed unmoving, just trying to get the headache to go. When it calmed, he stood up, even if he was still in pain, because no matter how bad he felt nothing was more important than you, and he had to speak with you.

'What do you want', your voice cold and broken receiving him when he entered the bedroom almost made him tear up.

'Can we talk?', he asked, his voice trembling a bit.

'I do not think that's necessary ', you said, not looking at him, but at a painting he did, now hanged in the wall, still he could see thr faint redness in your eyes.

'It is, because it didn't happen what you think it did', he said calmly but still with that imperceptible tremble as he walked to kneel next to the bed.

You scoffed, and you didn't even wanted to reply to him.

'Just hear me please', he whispered softly, moving his hand close to yours but not touching you.

He waited a moment, sighed when you didn't replied and he explained what happened.

He apologized, more than he should. He explained how he had drinked more than he should, how he never questioned his friends, how he realized too late where he was, how the lady touched him, but he moved away, how he felt nauseous when she did, how he ran out of there to return to you.

And there was a part of you that still was weary, yet the tears that began building in his eyes weren't the tears of someone lying and scared of the consequences of his actions, they were honest tears, the ones shed by someone that thought he did something wrong when he was not at fault and of someone that simply felt too much.

'Im sorry, my love, forgive me, i-, i should had noticed where was i going, and i should have stayed here with you, the last thing i want it's to hurt you or the baby, i would prefer a hundred whippings than to hurt you...you are my entire reason of living, my dear, my entire soul is devoted to you, you are my muse, and if i have to spend the rest of my days trying to make it up to you i will, but if i have to live in a world where you hate me or without you i would rather die', he whispered in a trembling voice reaching to grab your hands and kiss your knuckles gently.

'...i trust you Benedict, and i know you enough to know you will never dishonor me like this, but you do have to take a bath because that perfume smells horrid' you whispered after some moments, half about to cry and half chuckle.

He chuckled too but about to cry and moved his head to your lap.

'I love you, i promise i will never make you doubt again', he whispered, trembling.

That day finished with a freshly bathed Benedict that smelled like lavender, resting next to you, and covered in your lipstick kisses.

Because Benedict Bridgerton was a rebel, but he worshiped his wife like she hung the stars, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

[v-4-mpmistress]

Hiii, I saw you were taking requests and I was wondering if I can get some headcanons of Genma Shiranui with a s/o whose back, legs, ribs, and arms are covered in irezumi tattoos with dragons, bones, clouds, waves, etc. Just because she liked the art ^^

Yasss Genma content, if you want i can continue or make a scenario later, just write me.

You have a tatoo?.

Genma x fem S/O

This man had learned that he would never stop learning things about his s/o

It was one of the reasons why he liked her in the first place

He was definitely not expecting the fact that she looked like an art canvas

He is pretty laid back so he wouldn't make a scene about it, but he would be curious (and probably slightly turned on) about them

He would see them most likely when his s/o was either changing (at his/her place or after training)

He might raise an eyebrow and smirk, flipping his senbon between his teeth

"Huh… didn’t know you were hiding a whole damn story under there"

He would ask definitely when did she get them and how come he hadn't seen them before.

Would definitely trace the patterns on the skin with his finger tips

"Guess I’ll have to inspect the rest up close. For... research."

Would 100% appreciate the view

He would get a bit serious when he asked what they meant in case they had a story behind them but would relax when told they where just for the art

“So you just thought they looked hot or good then?”

“Can’t argue with that. You were right.” he would definitely get cheeky

He wouldn’t judge at all—Genma’s the type who appreciates confidence and self-expression

He'd probably like her more for doing something just because it felt good or looked good

“Planning to start a sleeve? Want company next time?” (Yes, he meant it, and yes, he was there in the tatoo studio next time, smirking)

He would put attention and see what shapes the tatoos are

No, he would not let her put clothes on until he analyzed each tatoo

Overall, he would be glad to discover it, although he would question how they hid so many tatoos from him (and made him question his deductive abilities)

[v-4-mpmistress]

There's not enough Spike (btvs) x reader stuff! I'd love to see anything you could come up with. Maybe reader is a member of the Scoobies and has a huge crush on Spike, but he's obsessed with Buffy and doesn't realize until some guy asks reader on a date and he gets jealous. He tries to sabotage the date and Buffy and the others yell at him, and it makes him realize he loves reader? Maybe ending with a confession of love? IDK I'd love whatever you could write 💜💜💜💜💜

Omg i love that idea.

The truth is, i need you.

Spike x Reader

'I want to spend an eternity by your side'

Warnings/Tags: Spike is a repressed lover boy, Reader is Xander's sibling bcs of drama

William Pratt.

William the bloody awful poet.

William the bloody vampire.

Spike.

The big bad.

And on and on again with many names.

He had many names over the years. Spike had built a reputation as one of the fanged four. He had killed two slayers, slaughtered entire cities, yet there was always something missing.

He never thought of it, maybe out of fear, maybe cowardice,yet he was aware of what it was, deep down.

He was a weird vampire. As usual, he didn't have a soul, yet unlike other vampires, he felt. He felt every time he had seen Drusilla with other creatures, he still felt what Cecily had told him about being 'beneath her', he had felt when his mom told him he was a failure.

He still had feelings, not just anger, not just lust, but he felt sad, he felt insecure, he felt human things even if he wasn't human, Drusilla used to say he had such a pure soul before even demonic forces couldn't dissappear it completely, and it annoyed him, because he was supposed to be Spike, not William, William was a hopeless romantic, a fool, and yet sometimes he felt that need to pick up a quill and write.

It had been a while since he met the scoobies...since he met you, and it was odd because unlike your dumbass brother, unlike...Buffy, you never really feared him, you didn't chastised him or deny his companionship. 'Such an odd creature' he thinks, you look at him like he matters, and he is not sure if he likes that, he does, but he doesn't want to.

He began denying his (un)beating heart after you two where left alone in the magic box looking at books, you had founded his archive and saw some of the poems the council had for some reason retrieved. Those bloody poems, yet you didn't laughed.

'I like them...sure they are maybe a little oddly phrased but i can tell they where made with sentiment, with love, and i think that's what matters ', you had told him in a smile, he scoffed, yet he felt like the frozen blood in his body was about to move again.

Spike liked Buffy... he was obsessed with her, partly because of all the centuries without much needed therapy, partly as a distraction of something he couldn't quite place.

'Dude!', Xander spoke exasperated.

'I'm listening to you, you tosser', he exhaled taking a sip from his drink.

'I hate you, you know that?, just forget it, I'm going to look for Willow, it's better than sitting here seeing you obsess over Buffy', Xander replied annoyed looking around the bar to where the vampire's gaze was, you and Buffy chatting joyfully.

He didn't even noticed Xander leaving, but he did noticed a guy approaching Buffy, he was about to stand up when he froze. The guy spoke to you...and it felt...bad?, why was he talking to you? Why did he wanted to pull you away?.

He found out thanks to Anya a few hours later that that fool had invited you on a date...and you said yes, and it annoyed him for some reason. He invited you to the movies too, most basic date ever, he scoffed, he didn't trusted that guy, what if he just wanted to use you?, what if he was a jerk?, what if he was another vampire?, it made sense (in Spike's head) the movie was in the night, and he had aproached you in a bar, aka, vampire hunting ground.

So, as any reasonable friend, he grabbed his duster and decided to take a walk to the movies. He rationalized his actions, he wasn't worried, but the rest of the scoobies would be, and Xander was annoying enough for Spike to have to listen him freak out if a vampire killed you, so no, he wasn't worried, this was just a common benefit action.

He arrived fast, you were getting out of the movies with that idiot, laughing. He liked your laugh, even if he denied it, yet it angered him, you where laughing at something the guy said, he still didn't trusted him, so as any reasonable person he decided to follow you two, the same way animals hunted their prey, silent, calculated, weary, weary because the man took you to a dark alley instead of taking you down the main avenue.

His eyes narrowed when the man touched your waist, a hand resting against your skin, a hand that didn't belong there, but it was when the man turned to you and leaned to you that his body moved faster than his mind, and in less than 30 seconds the guy was against the wall being chocked by him.

'Get away', he growled to the guy that was currently terrified staring at him.

'Spike! What the hell do you think you are doing? Let him go!', your yell of both surprise and worry making him flinch a bit but didn't let the guy go even when you moved to try and get him to drop the guy.

'Let him go'

'Bloody hell no im not, this guy was going to kill you!' He replied turning to him

'Oh yeah, and how are you so sure about that, eh?!'

...

'Well, he could have, in fact, killed you if i wasn't here, eh?', he said after some moments, letting the guy go who gasped for air as he hit the floor.

You shot Spike a glare and tried to help your date up. I tried being the keyword because he ran off and then screamed 'you fucking crazy people!'.

'Thanks, Spike, really,' you said sarcastic and clearly annoyed, shoving the flowers your date gave you in his chest and storming off.

'Do not!', you added turnig to him a moment hearing how he was about to speak.

He returned, annoyed to the magic box he was just avoiding you getting killed, and this is how you said thanks?, he scoffed.

Yet his thoughts were interrupted by a pillow trown at his chest when he opened the door.

'Are you stupid?'

'What is wrong with you?!'

'Selfish as always '

'Ruining a date?, really '

A wave of scoldings came to him from all the scoobies, he scoffed, again.

'Really man, thanks, now i will have to hear cries the entire night', Xander said sarcastic and annoyed, even Giles muttered something under hit breath.

'Oi, shut it git,' he told Xander back before Buffy stepped up.

'Seriously, Spike?, can you stop being selfish for one moment alone?' She said

'Well, i was expecting a thank you. What if that guy was a demon, eh Slayer? You would be looking for a corpse now. He wasn't even that good looking anyway.' he scoffed.

'Exactly that, im the slayer. If he was a demon, don't you think i would have sensed him when he first approached us? What you did was just selfish and unjustified,' Buffy said, furrowing her brows

And before he could reply Anya spoke.

'Yeah, it's not like you are secretly in love and jealous for you to be ruining random dates'

...

Everything went quiet, even Gile's voice trying to calm everyone down, even Xander gagging like a kid at the mere idea of Anya's phrase.

At it clicked, painfully so.

'I have to go,' he muttered, turning heel around and getting out, ignoring the voices behind him.

He walked for about 20 minutes until he founded you under a chapel beheath the moonlight.

None of you said anything when he sat next to you for a few minutes. If he didn't know he was dead, he could swear he felt his blood pressure rising.

'Shouldn't you burst in flames here?' You whispered softly, looking at the Bible verses engraved in the stairs.

'I think i just get allergy, would explain the itching innit', "he whispered back, looking at you with a side eye, almost ethereal under the moonlight. He froze when your eyes connected with his, divine.

He stood un abruptly and groaned, pacing some moments.

What, the cross is making you crazy?, she chuckled, looking at the saint symbol on the entrance of the chapel.

He spoke.

'You do'

Your breathing stopped a moment, slowly turning yout head to him, confusion engraved in your face.

'You make me crazy,' he whispered again, his words getting out before you could even open your mouth.

'You- you make me crazy, you, i-, you poison me, you poison me and no matter what i tried i can not get you out of my system' he groaned desperate.

'What are you-' an effort you did to speak cut off again by him.

'And i found i don't want a cure', he whispered.

'What type of witchcraft have you done to me that you plague all my thoughts?', he said, moving to kneel in front of you and look at you like a kicked puppy.

'I thought you liked Buffy' you whispered, voice trembling but trying to stay calm.

'I thought so too...and yet you are the one i wish to spend eternity with', he whispered.

He did backed down after a moment tho.

'Forget it, it's ridiculous, i should go', he spoke before being stopped by your hand keeping him in place.

He stared at your eyes.

'I love you too William ' she whispered, his breathing hitched.

'You are effulgent,' he whispered back and leaned towards you.

[v-4-mpmistress]

Just a glance.

Viktor x reader (not specified gender)

'Just look at me, at least one time so i can die without resentment '

Warnings: none, a bit angtsy.

He was a cripple.

At least that what people said, what he had been told over and over, among other things, at first it ached but after so many years, after so many times when he felt his body was going to kill him anytime, he stopped listening, he stopped caring.

He had come to terms with that over the years anyway, he was unlovable, undeserving maybe, he decided not to let his mind dive further into that, he didn't cared since he was a teen...

He was a man with one focus on mind, work, to help other people, to make a change, but not to be noticed, it's not like people did anyways.

He had been a troubled teen before, he could place two times he had cried because he knew he wasn't lovable, who could?, who would love a sick person like him?. Even if he knew he wasn't a bed person to be around and he knew he had good points, he was smart, he wasn't shy as people thought, he just liked silence, but there was a detail, he wasn't from Piltover, he wasn't a golden boy, and he was broken.

Until he saw those eyes... just a gaze from the hall, a small smile dedicated towards him, a total stranger, and yet he felt like he stared into the milky way.

He ignored it, at least he tried to because he ended seeing those eyes linger on his every morning, always accompanied by that soft smile. Eventually it became a 'good morning', huh, such an interesting person, he thought, people usually didn't aproached him if they knew who he was, where he came from, even so if someone didn't knew Viktor wasn't someone people noticed, yet they did, morning after morning for a week, then two, and then destiny played roulette because he ended up seeing those eyes look at him everyday after they where assigned to help Jayce with a proyect, another scholar of course, yet those eyes stopped looking at him and began looking at the golden boy from piltover, and for some reason it stung.

Viktor had always been a man of logic he didn't cared about love or anything of the sort, yet for some reason he began anticipating that gaze everyday, and for some reason it stung when he didn't got it, for some reason them asking Jayce more questions that him made him feel bad, he didn't understood what was going on, this wasn't his mind speaking...it was his heart.

He decided not to care, again.

And again he failed, because he thought he had gotten over them...over you.

And yet those eyes still lingered on his more than they should. He thought he was crazy. He had been breathing toxic chemicals until he got to Piltover anyway. It wouldn't be a reach.

He maybe was crazy but still, he stayed up all night now thinking about you, about the fact you didn't look at him anymore, and he got angry, he got sad, not at you but at him because it wasn't possible he was still thinking about this, every day, every night, it was like a plague and no amount of medication would cure it.

He fell asleep eventually, and he woke up like every morning the next day, he got to the academy, he drank coffee, and he waited for you, because you always arrived before Jayce even if you complained you didn't liked waking up so early in the morning.

And when the door opened and he locked his eyes with yours like before, he thought...

'Maybe dead wouldn't be that bad if i died looking at those eyes'

_______________________________________

Part 2?.

[v-4-mpmistress]

Let's talk about Requests.

Still open-June 2025

1. It can be character x reader content (SFW or NSFW)(Headcanons or scenarios)

2. It can be canon or fanon couples content (SFW or NSFW)

3. It can be canon or fanon family fluff content

4. It can be a drawing, but i would take more time (any character, SFW (for the moment)).

5. It can be drabbles about the reader in a scenario with other characters or the characters alone but its not x anyone

Angst, fluff, smut, whatever you people want.

(If you don't see one of the couples or characters you want on the list, you can ask about them)

I can write about the next fandoms:

Arcane

Character x reader content:

Viktor

Jayce

Ekko

Vander

Fanon/canon couples:

TimeBomb

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Naruto:

character x reader content

Any character you want except Boruto characters.

(Yes, it can be Genma, Raido, Ibiki, etc. even if they are forgotten)

Fanon/canon couples:

Jiraiya/Tsunade

Neji/Tenten

Naruto/Hinata

Ino/Kiba

Kiba/Kankuro

Izumo/Kotetsu

Gaara/Rock Lee

Drabbles (angst or fluff but not x reader or anyone)

Anko Mitarashi

Ibiki Morino

Inuzuka family in general (Tsume, Hana, Kiba, etc.)

Nara family in general (Yoshino, Shikaku, Shikamaru, Ensui, etc.)

Aburame family in general (Shino, Shibi, Muta, Torune, etc.)

Yamanaka family in general (Inoichi, Fu, Ino, etc.)

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Demon Slayer

character x reader content

Uzui Tengen (and Makio, Suma, Hinatsuru)

Kyojuro Rengoku

Tanjiro Kamado

Inosuke Hashibira

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Gyuu Tomioka

Haganezuka

Harry Potter

character x reader content

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Lee Jordan

Marcus Flint

Fanon/canon couples:

Ron/Hermione

George/Angelina

Drabbles (angst or fluff but not x reader or anyone)

Weasley Family in general

The golden trio

The marauders

Malfoy family

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Marvel

character x reader content

Stephen Strange

Loki

Thor

Wong

Spiderman (any spiderman from any spiderverse, any peter parker, hobbie, pav, miles, etc.)

Drabbles (angst or fluff but not x reader or anyone)

Black widow reader

Asgardian reader (or goddess/god, it can be greek, aztec, etc.)

Deadpool/X-men reader

Miguel O'hara's daughter

Tony Stark's daughter

Tlalocan stuff

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DC comics

character x reader content

Roy Harper

Wally West

Beast Boy

Constantine

Aqualad

Fanon/canon couples:

Batcat

Beast boy/Raven

Starfire/Grayson

Oliver/Dinah

Zatanna/Constantine

Clark/Lois

Harley/Ivy

Drabbles (angst or fluff but not x reader or anyone)

Batfamily (any character or self insert)

Teen titans

Temiscira

Roy and Lian

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Others:

Sherlock Holmes x reader (any Sherlock)

Prince Caspian x reader

Benedict Bridgerton x reader

Aizawa Shota x reader

Yuri plisetsky x reader

Obi Wan Kenobi x reader

Spike x reader (btvs)

Zuko x reader

Hunter Sylvester x reader

Rodrick Heffley x reader

King/Diane

Tecna/Timmy

Addams family stuff.

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If you want, you can give me info on your oc's, and i can try and write the scenario you want to be more specific.