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akicult · 1 year

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contains ; domesticity. bf!suguru. suggestive themes. modern / college au. geto wants you to be his housewife basically. just a short drabble. mostly fluff.

just thinking about college bf!suguru that didn’t realize he was a domestic person until he met you.

he’s still young, only in his third year at university and he’s still deciding on what his near future will look like. he’s had his fair share of girlfriends, and little hookups, and to be quite frank—he didn’t think he was done either.

how was he supposed to know the first night he met you, bent over his backseat, was about to be the start of the most serious relationship he’d ever have.

that night started the first of many, slowly realizing he was only asking to hookup just because he wanted to see you. how he’d send a pickup text, with a frown on his cheeks because he thought you were only in it for that reason.

and when he finally swallowed his stubbornness, he was met with the most amazing two years of his life, stuck with you by his side.

college bf!suguru who, until he met you, hardly even dreamt about a future where the love of his life would carry his child in her arms, kissing his cheek and brewing a cup of coffee for the two of them to share in the morning.

he didn’t even care to imagine what that future would be like, what the woman would look like. it didn’t feel achievable, or even desirable until he fell in love with you.

and it was a random realization, but looking back on it—it was building. slowly.

weeks and weeks spent of you just pampering him, praising him, for even the most average things. like, getting an amazing score on an exam, and all you had to do was say, “aw! good job, baby!” before he was putty in your fingertips.

his room is all messy, deep dark circles under his eyes. it was procrastination’s fault—his fingers hurt from typing on his computer all day thanks to waiting until hours before a huge essay was due.

you offered to leave his apartment, to give him the concentration he needs to get it finished, but he was ushering a “no, no stay,” because he honestly didn’t want you to leave. so you stayed, situating yourself in the other room, occasionally popping in to check up on him—and eventually lay on his bed after he insists you to.

it’s only when he finally finishes—8 hours later and it’s already nighttime. his shoulders are slouched, his back is stiff and he’s walking out of his room with his closed computer weighing by his side.

and you’re still there.

not only are you still there, but you’re washing his dishes.

hair clipped back, sweatshirt engulfing your body and sweats tightly tied around your waist. you’re humming along to some music that plays over a speaker—quiet but loud enough to know what song is playing.

you look so utterly homey.

so…domestic.

like you’ve settled into your personal home after a long day at work, just blissfully scrubbing away on glossy white dishes that were previously eaten on. your clothes acknowledge that you’re comfortable, uncaring of what he sees you in.

although it’s not just the fact that you’re dressed like that—it’s the fact that you’re cleaning his things.

cleaning a mess you didn’t even make, just out of the kindness in your heart that’s making geto’s throat close and his palms sweaty. he’s in absolute awe that he doesn’t realize you’ve noticed his presence until you’re turning to face him.

“oh! did you finish?” you ask, turning the water off and rushing towards him.

he’s blinking, nodding slowly. “yeah—just submitted it.”

“yay! ‘m so proud of you!” you grin, lacing your fingers behind the back of his neck and pulling him in for a chaste kiss like you always do—but it feels so much different this time.

like you’re congratulating him on a big promotion, tugging on his work tie and kissing him until he’s forgetting his own name.

he feels like his ring finger is so cold, and there’s a missing heavy weight that’s never even been there in the first place.

like he’s an idiot for not tying you down on the spot—wrapping vows and vows around the two of you until you’re barely mobile.

and he wants to be your doting husband for the rest of his life. he wants to walk through his front door every evening with an awaiting kiss to his cheek, and a home-cooked meal fresh in his senses.

he wants to go to sleep with you in his arms every night, mumbling sweet ‘i love you’’s after flickering off the bedside lamp.

and maybe, just maybe one day, he wants to hear the gentle pitter patter of two little feet charging down the hallway.

this is accidentally freud coded (emphasis on accidentally)

#: ̗̀➛ — drabbles <3 #i wrote this while i was IMPOSSIBLY high. like baked out of my mf mind.#i have writers block #suguru x reader #geto suguru x reader #i wanna be his little housewife so bad #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk / college au #geto suguru x chubby reader #suguru geto x reader #tw: domestic themes & suggestive content #jjk x chubby!reader #geto drabble #geto suguru x you #suguru geto x you #btw i just want everyone who has been sending me requests; i’ve seen them and they’re in my drafts!!!#i love getting asks i’m just very busy and suffering w writers block rn. i promise they’ll be posted at some point!!

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coyote-in-the-mirror · 10 months

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I try to howl but the sound catches in my throat and I choke

I try to howl but my voice dies before I can make a sound

I try to howl but I am a broken, broken thing, unable to speak

I whine and whimper and cry but I cannot lift my muzzle to the sky

So I howl inside my mind and pray the moon can hear me

#knight writes #otherkin #therian #alterhuman #therianthropy #coyotekin #canine therian #coydogkin #i have writers block #Also my mental health has been shit so there's that #I also have artist's block #can't have shit in this house

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dandelionsinthepavement · 23 days

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sapphire-writes · 16 days

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🙂

#i have writers block #chewing my arm off #the thots aren’t thotting

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larz-barz · 4 months

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I'm painting a mural rn, so maybe shooting star mural? Idk it's 11 pm 💀

Or library, studying/researching/reading together? Maybe they're even reading demon slayer hahaha I need to SLEEP

hehe modern basilmilo :p

I LOVE IT.

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Library date

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Basil and Milo are at the library studying right now.

He’s helping her with some math she didn’t really understand very well and Sanemi just yelled at her for not understanding.

“Did that help? Do you get it now?” Basil asked softly, he’s gently rubbing his thumb over Milo’s knuckles.

She nods and smiles softly at him. “Yes, thank you Basil.”

He nods and leans over to press a gentle kiss to her temple.

“Of course my love..” He said softly.

“Do you wanna look at the books?” Milo asks with a smile.

Basil smiles and happily goes with Milo to look at the books.

Milo finds something in the manga section, Demon Slayer.

“Hey love! That looks like Tanjiro doesn’t it?” She shows him the cover and he gently takes the book to get a better look.

“It does! That’s really weird not gonna lie.” He flips through the book and finds a girl that looks like Milo.

Basil’s eyes widen and he shows the character to Milo. “And this character looks like you!”

Milo gasps softly. “This is weird..! Do you think there’s one that looks like you..?” She curiously flips through the pages and finds one that looks like Basil.

She quickly shows it to him and his eyes narrow curiously.

“This is so weird.”

“Agreed..”

~the end~

I hope you liked this! I’m so sorry it took so long!😭

#ask larz #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #teehee #meow #larz writes #basilmilo #milo suzuki #modern au #basil kocho #ehheheheh #i have writers block #so this probably sucks tbh

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yanderemommabean · 1 year

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I want Choso from JJK to ruin me. That is all

#i have writers block #but choso seeps into my brain a lot #so he might be responsible #jujustu kaisen #choso jujutsu kaisen #jjk choso #mommabean

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fckedupgarfield · 9 months

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*Insert clown laughter*: Art the Clown x Chubby Reader 🔞

Ok so here are some warnings:

Knifes, blood, choking, and obviously clowns. Now enjoy!!!

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As Art held your face in place, he traces along your eyes with a paint brush while being as gentle as possible. This was one of the only times though that he would be gentle, which wasn’t much of a surprise since 1. He was doing clown makeup on your face, and 2. He wanted it to come out as good as his. You had your eyes shut, patiently waiting for him to finish but then he pauses and removes his paintbrush from your face. After waiting for what seemed like a few minutes, you open your eyes to see him just sitting there, staring at you with that wide grin that you knew so well. “What happened?” You stare back at him, a smile slowly growing on your face as you questioned him about why he had stopped. He didn’t do anything else but stare at you, going over all your features with admiration.

He pulls back his hand, quickly grabs a nearby whiteboard and starts to scribble on it all while hiding it from you with silent giggles. You try to take a peak but that would cause him to hide it even more with a fake disappointed look on his face, which cause you throw your hands up and lean back to wait. When he was finished, he turned it to you and all the white board had was a few words which confused you since for some reason he took a while to write it. What he had written was “You look pretty hot.” with small, half decent doodles of you and him…doing other activities. You look back up to his face to see him putting of a flirtatious expression while wiggling his eyebrows which makes you chuckle. Then he begins to lean more towards you while putting down the whiteboard, grabbing your face with one hand and pulling you closer. You don’t pull back, instead you lean in with him, gazing at him with admiration just like he had just a moment before. He then, out of no where, pulls you in and kisses you deeply. You kiss back with a smile, placing both your hands on Art’s cheeks.

As you two began to make out, Art proceeded to to move his hand from your face down to your shoulders, then to your arms down to his favorite part of your body, your waist and stomach. He began to massage your sides as he started to push you more into the ground behind you, placing himself between your legs. He grinds against you softly as he slips one of his hands underneath your shirt, caressing his thumb over your soft skin while his other hand leans to grab something above you. Suddenly you feel your shirt being ripped open, making you jump slightly and look down to see Art holding one of his knives. He had several knifes within his knickknacks and doodads, but this one was your personal favorite. After staring at the display in front of him, he started to slowly glide his knife just barely over your skin, causing light scratches. Then he grabbed your bra and swiftly cut through it, causing your chest to spill out.

He grinned contentedly and he leaned down, blowing gently on your breast to give you slight chill. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he began to suck and nibble on your left nipple while swiping his thumb over the other. You softly sigh in content and relax your body more and more, but then a sharp pain hits you and you joist in surprise. You whip your head forward and see that Art was full on biting your tit while staring up at you with a malevolent look in his eyes. He lets go and begins kissing down your torso, leaving small nibbles and hickeys on his way down. Once he got to the hem of your pants, he only massaged your thighs for a moment, as if debating on what to do next. Then he quickly slipped down your pants and underwear, giving you goosebumps from the sudden cold air. He sat there, staring at you with hungry and excited eyes.

He lowered his head between your thighs and began to kiss them quickly, like when someone is covering your face with kisses when they are happy to see you. But then you felt something cold trace on your thigh, then pain slowly followed. He started cutting your thighs, then licking up the blood that would trickle out of them. He would drag his tongue dramatically, his eyes rolling as he did. He did this for a few minutes before he tossed aside the knife and really started to eat. He slid his tongue from the bottom to the top of your slit and you shudder with a soft hum. Art proceeded to go to your clit, flattening his tongue and rubbing it slowly against it. After that, he started rubbing his middle finger against your hole then sliding it in. He started to pump his finger as he sucking your clit with a wide smile. You groan and throw your head back while placing a hand on the back of Art’s head, pushing him deeper on your cunt. Art then slowly added another finger while staring up at you with lidded eyes, watching your face as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. But as you felt your orgasm approaching, Art suddenly stopped which made you groan sadly.

Art then turned and pointed at his zipper quickly and almost impatiently. You sat up and helped him unzip his outfit, making him nod and put his hands together in a praying motion. Once you helped, he whipped around and slowly worked it off himself, impersonating a woman undress herself in a certain video, even swaying his hips in a seductive manner as he did. You giggle lightly and lay back down, pepping yourself on you elbows as you watch him. Art then pulled his outfit pasted his waist and his dick spring out with a boing sound effect. There it was, his six inches in all its glory. He grabbed his paint brush and quickly painted on his dick a little happy face on the tip, all while giggling silently. You roll your eyes and chuckle in amusement, you weren’t surprised but it wasn’t something you’d expected. Then he grabbed his member and rubbed it against your cunt, making you sigh and look up at him. His face seemed entirely focused, not even a smile was on his face until he looked back at you, a smile fully present.

He then slowly pushed it in, taking his time since he wanted to enjoy and savor the feeling. You moan and grit your teeth as you feel his length fill you up, making you feel stretched and filled up. Once he finally got it in, he stopped and stared at you with wide, observant eyes. You glance back up at him and smile nervously, unsure on what to do. But you didn’t have to wait for long since Art pulled his dick out completely and then slammed it back into you, making you let out a mix of a yelp and a moan. He repeated this action while grabbing your hips tightly, all while staring at you with intense eyes. When he saw that you were enjoying this kind of behavior, he slowly smiled and sped up, causing you to throw your head back lightly. As you were deep in pleasure, he slowly let go of your waist and grabbed his knife, bringing it to your stomach. He started to drag his knife lightly into your skin, leaving gashes and marks all over you that you would definitely have to clean up later. You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel the cold sting on your stomach and you groan deeply, both from the pain and pleasure.

Then you started to feel that knot in your stomach build up again, making you moan and shake slightly. You could feel that Art was close to since his thrust and pounding started to slow. Before you can say anything about you feeling close, Art quickly drops his knife and grabs your throat, choking you as he pounded relentlessly into you. Your eyes widen in surprise but you don’t retaliate, instead you grab his hand with both of yours and you let him pound into you. As you felt your orgasm approaching fast, you feel Art slam his lips into yours, stopping all breath from coming to you. Then as you finally cum, you feel Art cum as-well, filing you up to the brim. A hot feeling spreads through you as you both shake and kiss each other deeply, almost feeling connected at the skin. After you both calmed down, Art released your throat letting you breathe. You basically gulp down mouthfuls of air as you lay there, feeling hot and sweaty. As you do, he pulls out, making sure that he comes out slowly. Then he scoops up a small drop of seed with his finger and he shoved it in your mouth, making you suck it off.

After you two rested for a few seconds, Art helps you up and leads you to a pretty gross bathroom. But hey, who cares. You two then get cleaned up and dressed, but as you were about to put your shirt on, you remembered about the cuts on your stomach. You sigh and turn to face the mirror, wiping it as best as you could so you could see it better. You then bent down to grabbed the bandages under the counter, mumbling to yourself as you did. You looked back up and saw Art in the mirror from the door. He was peaking in with a wide, excited smile. You shrugged it off and looked down to see the cuts, but when you saw it, you noticed that the cuts weren’t random. Instead they said something, it read:

“Beautiful <3”

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Heya fellas, so um, yeah. I got this request, idk how long ago but I finally finished because I was threatened 🙂\J. So yeah, enjoy this my friend <3

#x reader #art the clown #please help #i have writers block

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argrtagrhrgrggrgrgr · 5 months

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I literally love my QPP so fucking much but like I sometimes get just kinda stuck with the sun trapped in my chest because I don't know how to express all this love and let it out so now I'm writing this goobish post reaching out to tumblr.com as a sort of last resort like help guys I love too much

#i cant write poetry #i have writers block #queerplatonic relationship #this is so much pain #why must loving hurt meee

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that-fandom-writer · 1 year

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OK I personally am having a little bit of writers block, but like can some one else take this and run with it? please

*at the station*

New Rookie (male)

talking to Aaron and Lucy, both being friendly, especially Lucy, she is always nice to the newbies lol. Any way so they are all in the bull pen after role call

new dude flirting with Lucy, (she doesn’t really notice, she just thinks the dude is being nice)

Lucy walks away

Rookie “is she taken”

Aaron, “oh 100% taken)

Rookie “oh, sorry didn’t realize you guys are a thing”

Aaron *laughs* “haha no, not me her and I are just friends, her man is on metro tho”

Rookie “so her man, meaning she isn’t married”

Aaron *laughs again* “maybe not on paper, but dude trust me you will not get between her and Tim, they are solid, besides, I’m pretty sure he could kill some one with his bare hands, dude is jacked”

Rookie “oh but I like a challenge”

Aaron “it’ll be your funeral”

And then like some sort of reaction from the rookie when said rookie sees Tim lol.

So yeah can some one please run with this id love to read this hahahaahah

#chenford #the rookie #fanfiction #someone help me #i have writers block #i love you people lol #but like yeah can some one help

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delulustoryteller · 1 year

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Shining Smiles in the Snow

“Goodnight,” James couldn’t stop smiling, his cheeks hurting even as his breath lets out small puffs in the cold air outside of Hogwarts.

“Stop smiling you, buffoon,” Regulus mutters as he looks at his side, their shadows falling over the snow.

“Don’t you love my shining smile?” James asks, stepping closer. Regulus bites the inside of his cheek before,

“I can’t kiss if you’re smiling, can I?” Regulus asks boldly.

James’ eyes widen behind the frames of his glasses, before swooping to crash his lips on Regulus’. Putting kisses all over his face, he lets out a small laugh. He pulls back a little.

“I think you can,” Regulus’ eyes dance with James’. Regulus’ lips tug upwards, and before he can smile, he turns and walks away. Shoes crunching in the dry snow,

“Goodnight,” Regulus calls.

James smiles.

#james potter #regulus black #jegulus #i have writers block #and my friend said this to me #so I thought #thats PERFECT for Jegulus #snippet #oneshot #fluff?#hogwarts #marauders #marauders ara #starchaser #harry potter #my post #my posts

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akicult · 2 years

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3:09 AM | g. suguru.

contains…fluff, established relationship. slight angst at the end. just a short drabble. not proofread.

getou likes to play a little game with himself.

he gets home from work late each night. the early hours of the morning tend to get to you too—being so used to hearing the dark haired man creep into your bedroom well past you’ve gone to sleep. so you’ve grown accustomed to following his sleep pattern.

so the game he likes to play is; “where’s my girlfriend sleeping this time?”

he knows you try to stay up to the point where you can greet him when he comes through the door properly, but you can’t push yourself to stay up as late as you’d like.

usually, he finds you on the couch, passed out with a half eaten bowl of popcorn in your lap and head hung over the armrest. only sometimes does he find that you’ve surrendered, and tucked yourself into bed. and a few times does he find that you fall asleep in the most absurd places—the kitchen table, bathtub, on the toilet, (he got a funny picture of that one.)

and this time, he was greeted with the rare sight of you sitting on the small island counter, your head hung low looking down at your phone, only to be quickly whipped upwards at the sight of your boyfriend.

“ha! i did it!” a grin spreads across your cheeks, and you triumphantly throw your arms in the air.

he’s only slightly startled, because yeah, you have stayed up late enough to see him before, but that was rare. so, he offers a smile of his own.

he’s quickly engulfed by your arms, your phone long gone and sitting atop the counter. you perch up on your toes, wrapping your arms around his nape, and happily bury your face in the crook of his neck. he smells faintly of cologne, and maybe some cigarettes if you payed closer attention, but for now, you were just happy to be in his arms.

“it’s so late, love. i’d rather find you passed out, to be honest.” he hums with a joking tilt, although he wasn’t joking very much at all.

“i know,” you whine, and pull away to plant a quick kiss to his soft and pillowy lips. “but don’t you like not needing to drag me into our room every night?”

he offers you a little exhale, looking down at you with love swirling deep in his irises. actually, he doesn’t mind it. he always finds himself feeling a sense of protectiveness, security, whenever he has to run his fingers over your soft skin, kissing your forehead and quietly needing to carry your slouched frame back to your shared bed. sometimes you’ll wake up, and others you’ll be so knocked out you won’t even budge.

“i guess so.” he lies, his fingertips reaching to brush some of your messy hair out of your face. he silently notes the small dark circles under your eyes, and guilt swells in his stomach.

“are you hungry? do you need to shower? need me to do the laundry?”

despite all of your questions, getou can easily see through your act. you’re exhaused.

his smile never falters, however. his warm hand cups the side of your cheek, wordlessly leaning down to plant a much needed, deeper kiss to your lips. maybe to shut you up, maybe to keep you going. or maybe just because he felt like kissing you.

your hand clasps lightly onto his wrist, chin pointed upwards to kiss him better. his free hand wraps around the small of your waist, giving your skin a gentle squeeze before he decides to do what’s best—even if it means you’ll complain.

he slides both of his hands down to cup your ass, using little strength to pull you up, and his hands press against your bare thighs. you grin against his lips, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist that was still clad in his work uniform.

you feel a slight breeze as he whisks you across the hallway to your shared bedroom, still your lips mold against his needily, and the feel of his hair that was falling from a loose bun wraps around your fingers.

you smile when your body tips horizontally, feeling the comfortable pressure of your mattress and soft pillows press against your back, and your legs slowly unravel from his waist, keeping position faintly pressed against his hips.

“hah, sugu—“ you murmur between the kiss, “i’d still rather you eat something before we do that.”

“oh i will.” he only chuckles into your kiss, allowing it to deepen for only a second, before an arm that had previously scooped it’s way under your back slides out. it was only then you noticed he wasn’t on the bed himself.

he pulls away from you entirely. your eyebrows furrow, watching in confusion as he lifts the thick comforter up, and happily wraps it around your body.

“wait—wha—?” you question, attempting to sit up but he presses his hand against your chest and pushes you back down into the mattress. he tucks the blankets around your body, all the while carrying a shit-eating grin.

he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, ignoring your eyes that burn through his. “go to sleep, love. i’ll be with you in a little, okay?”

you gape as he flicks the bedside lamp off, the comfort and warmness of your blankets consuming you.

getou knows, however, that if you weren’t actually exhaused, you would’ve ripped the blankets off of your frame the minute he had put them there. but when he comes into the bedroom a mere twenty minutes later, stomach full of the delicious dinner you made, and body clean from the brisk shower, he finds that you didn’t put up a single fight.

your body was rolled to the side, mouth slightly ajar and getou couldn’t help but smile at the peaceful hum of snores parting your lips, and your body cocooned towards the middle of the bed.

he knew you were tired. he knew you were forcing yourself to stay awake just to satisfy him—thinking that’s exactly what he needs—when in reality, what he was looking at was exactly what he needs.

knowing you’re serene and safe in your shared home, able to fall asleep without the large dip in the bed next to you.

because one day, he fears you may never stop waiting by that door. waiting for a man in the deep hours of the night. waiting for a man that may never walk in to wake you up again.

sorry i’ve been gone for nearly three months. i’m in a rut rn i need writing inspo!!!!!!!!!!!

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https-envy · 8 months

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#exclaimed in AGONY #i have writers block #:((((#im angy >:(#RAAAAHHHHH

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larz-barz · 5 months

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yall i haven’t posted a chapter of Love story in like 2 weeks, i’m dying over here. i wanted to write this week but now i have no writing motivation and only drawing motivation 😭😭

#lala rambles #anyone wanna pass their motivation onto me-?#cause i need to write chapter 9 but i don’t have motivation #i have writers block #bad #its badddddd #my cat just got off of my lap #sobbing #i want my catttt

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jane-todd-maximoff · 2 years

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can I request a viktor x reader where what if it’s his s/o who ends up getting terminally ill. So he’s doing everything in his power to keep them alive.

All for us

They were getting weaker by the day Viktor noted as he walked to your bedside to replace the dying flowers. You've been like this for a while but he's not gonna let you go, Viktor thinks to himself. Your eyes flutter open, Viktor looks at you and smiles slightly “good morning lovely” Viktor says to them softly. They need a minute to respond to him. "Hello Viktor” they weakly reply. It seemed to take lots of energy out of you to even respond to him. Viktor took a seat at the foot of the bed. He brushes the hair from their eyes. They looked dejected. He scrunched his brows together. He was hell-bent on finding a way to keep you alive even if it was the last thing he would ever do. Viktor sighed "Y/N, I'm sorry to inform you this at such a short time but I'm going away for a few days” "Oh, well if you have to, but hurry back” "I will” Viktor grabbed their hand and kissed the back of it.

Viktor stood up from the foot of the bed and headed back to his apartment. Viktor put on a change of clothing, something old and worn down. And with that he sets off to the undercity, where he knows of a drug that could save you. It could keep you alive. He was doing this for you, he was doing it for love. Viktor steps into the rickety elevator shaft and flips the switch. Within a few minutes he reaches the level of the undercity. After stepping out of the elevator Viktor could feel the eyes on him. It could be that they have recognized him from his work with Jayce or they are suspicious of the unfamiliar face. The undercity changed for sure. It was bustling and full of shimmer. And luckily for him that was what he needed. Yes he saw what it did to Rio but if there's a chance it would keep you alive he was gonna take it.

The way down to Singed's old lab was long but after getting there he saw Rio still alive. Singed turns around and stares at him. “I understand now, '' he emitted to singed. “You do?” Viktor peered at Rio “yes.” he started trying to bury all his emotions; they wouldn’t help him or you. Singed moved around his lab grabbing a small pouch and putting something else in it. "Is this shimmer?” “A variant. One that will work on people.” “how-” “I know the look of a man that is about to lose everything." he admitted. Viktor grabbed the pouch and walked off not even bidding Singed a farewell. Viktor had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time they see each other.

Upon his return topside, he followed the same route he had used earlier. Going back to his apartment changing into different clothing. Viktor moved around his apartment and put things back in place getting rid of the clothing he wore to the Undercity. If someone had seen him and came to Piltover they would never find the clothing idioms he wore leaving no trace that he was there. Viktor grabbed the tiny pouch that contained the vial of shimmer and walked out of the door.

It didn’t take a long time to get to the hospital. When he did get there he would insert the drug via the iv bag that was inserted in your arm. Viktor walked the hallways of the place making twists and turns to get to your room. When Viktor finally got to your room Jayce was standing there the door closed. He looked panicked sad even. “Viktor i-” his voice cracked with a sad sob. No. “Jayce, where is Y/N?” “there gone viktor, there gone.” you were dead and he was too late “when?” he asked maybe he could bring you back “a few hours after you left.” he should never have left you.

#jane-todd-maximoff #arcane x reader #viktor headcanon #arcane viktor #silco #viktor x reader #arcane #viktor arcane #arcane imagines #viktor angst #sorry it took me so long #i have writers block #also unedited #i wrote this in the car

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