if im being honest i think sephiroth would only praise you during sex. like... idk i dont think he's the kind of man to mention anything about how he's feeling bc he's just 100% focused on you and your pleasure. he would say things like "youre taking me so well" and "so responsive to me" but never stuff like "you feel so tight" or whatever
okay but sephiroth has inhuman strength we know that and also very much controls it very well bc soldier duh... so sephiroth who can hold his partner's hips with one arm during sex and pin their wrists to the bed w the other.. yummer...
had never struggled with my sexuality i this way but ig years of biphobia really did settle in the back of my brain without me noticing because the imposter syndrome is settling in..
something so simple as being scared that my phone might ring because i have a ringtone from a sapphic show that everyone assumes ever girl that likes is a lesbian and what if they hear it and they think im that but i have a boyfriend. i know people dont think too much of this. im just paranoid.
thinking about how now if you search percy jackson fanfiction the moodboard has walker scobell on it and its written by teenagers... like whoa... i am getting old
hiding on tumblr bc yall are NAWT gonna believe this... my twt is basically just a private account and i have just a few followers which are just my friends. lately ive been having a horrible time but yesterday was REALLY bad, i was feeling super abandoned and ignored and in a moment of weakness and as a cry for help i asked on twt "if i were to (d word) what would you say to me?" and nobody fucking responded 😭 worst thing on twt you can see how many ppl have SEEN your tweet and this is a private account with only my FRIENDS in it ......... so far 16 people have seen it and ignored it lmao but it made me laugh so i guess thats good ? idk im just appalled
i cant stop thinking about making out / hooking up with beel and he cant help himself but bite at your skin enough to draw blood and his eyes glaze over as he becomes intoxicated with your taste
In which the reader and Viktor have to go to the doctor to confirm their suspicions...
2.6 k words, VIktor x Reader
Warnings: pregnancy, vivid descriptions of vomiting, idk unedited ig? bahahah, my first work here so dont be so hard on me >.<
You carried two coffee mugs in your hands, the hot steam blowing in your face making you slightly more lightheaded than you already were. You hadn’t been feeling well the entire week but today was just a million times worse. Your head hurt, nausea would not leave you for a second and every time you smelt the coffee you were sure you would collapse and vomit right then and there. But you’re a very stubborn individual, so you kept pushing your body as far as it could go. It would eventually go away, right?
You pushed the door in, your hands busy by the mugs that were making you sick all over again. The men in front of you were rambling about the new problem they were having with their experiment. It was hard to keep up with their conversations, most of the time it seemed like they never even finished their sentences, they just knew. Like telepathy.
You smiled fondly, uttering a simple “good afternoon, gentlemen”. Jayce glanced at you quickly, half smiling and mumbling a hello, going back to fixing whatever problem they had encountered now. Viktor, however, looked back at you with a knowing expression and smiled. “Good morning, (Y/n)”
You smiled back at him, your eyes sparkling with excitement. His bark brown hair glistening with the afternoon sun shining behind his back. The golden hour making his amber eyes glow and stand out against his pale skin. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of him and you forced yourself to look away. You walked towards the table and set the mugs on it, hiding your reddened face behind the steam of your coffee. The men took their respective mugs, saying a few thanks to you while you nodded. Drinking coffee was probably not a good idea with how you felt but as soon as Viktor glanced up at you, you drowned yourself in it to distract yourself.
“Hey, (y/n)” Jayce said, looking back at you. “We need your input on this, we can’t find out why it’s not working so we need a less jumbled, simple mind’s opinion”
“Alright” you said, walking over and setting your mug down further away from the experiment. You started to read their annotations and analyse the device they were working on. You could feel Viktor’s breath on your cheek as he peeked over you to look at the notes you scribbled on top of theirs. You started feeling sick again and your heart quickened. You were already feeling like shit and the thought of Viktor being this near you made you feel even sicker. What if you threw up right in front of him? What if he noticed you felt sick? Wouldn’t that be embarrassing? Why was he so close to you right now? Jayce is right there; couldn’t he see that?
Your mind started racing once again, mixing your anxious thoughts with the ill feeling at the pit of your stomach. Your breath quickened as you felt the warmth coming up to your throat. That’s when you covered your mouth and ran out of the room and into the bathroom. The horrible feeling you absolutely despised came back as your stomach bunched up inside you and you threw up everything you had eaten since yesterday and the morning before. You couldn’t stop for a few minutes, tears falling down your eyes from the strain. You laid your head on your arm that was resting on the toilet brim, too weak to compose yourself.
Viktor silently came into the bathroom, creeping up behind you.
“(Y/n), darling, are you alright?” He asked, worry crawling up his voice. He kneeled beside you and got the hair out of your face.
“I’m… okay… I just don’t feel very well” you responded, weakly.
“Whenever you feel sick you always refuse to throw up… what happened?” his amber eyes scanned your face, as you breathed in and talked once again.
“I don’t know… I just don’t feel alright…”
“Come on” he said, as he helped you up. “We need to take you to the doctor”
The trip to the infirmary took a little longer than expected, since it was just him trying to hold you up. With time, you started feeling a little less weak, and needed less of his help. Still, the sick feeling would not go away. You couldn’t think of something that could make you this sick… you had not eaten any meat in the past few days, you had eaten very healthily actually, nothing could have triggered a bad reaction. So, what was it? There was a thought in the back of your mind, glancing sideways at Viktor, you couldn’t help but think about all the nights you had spent together… You shoved that thought to the darkest part of your mind, trying to get it as far away from your train of thought as possible.
Still, that feeling would not leave you. You decided to wait until the doctor said something, to start breaking down.
A few minutes after arriving, the doctor brought you and Viktor inside. She took a few of your blood samples, took your temperature and then sat you down for routine questions.
“While the lab is analysing your results, I will just ask some routine questions, is that alright?” she asked, grabbing a pen and a paper to annotate your answers.
“Y-yeah” you responded nervously.
“Alright, are you sexually active?” Viktor and your face’s dropped as soon as she said this. He started coughing violently while you just stared at the doctor.
“Uh….” You started, while Viktor tried to calm himself once again.
“When was the last time you had your period?” she asked, her pen ready to write. Your face paled. Now that you thought about it, your period had been late for two weeks now. How had you not noticed?
“I- I… It’s been two weeks…” the fear closing up your throat not letting you finish your sentence.
“Since you last bled or since it should have happened?” the doctor asked gently. You looked up at her, with fear in your eyes. “Alright”
She put down her clipboard down on the table and started looking for something in one of her drawers.
“D-doctor that’s not necessary we’ve used protection” you blurted out, cursing yourself in your mind. God, this was so humiliating. Viktor and you had never talked to anyone else about the late nights spent at each other’s room. Only to each other and when you were alone did you say a few words about your situation but most of it was not talking.
“Dear,” the doctor started “We need to rule out any possibilities and one of them could be pregnancy”
“B-but…” you started.
“You know, even as far as we have evolved protection is not always a hundred percent effective. So, I will have you take a test, okay?” she said gently, handing you a small device. “Do you know what to do?”
You nodded slowly, absentmindedly taking the device from her hands. You started sweating cold… you cannot be pregnant, that cannot be. But… even before the doctor had mentioned it, the thought was still in your head. You never threw up… ever. There was no food that could have made you feel this sick; you had no underlying condition, the only possibility left was…
You stood up and walked to the bathroom, your eyes unfocused with worry. Viktor walked right after you.
“Dear, I-“he started, nervously. You looked back at him; your face even paler than before. “Let’s go”
He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into the bathroom. He scanned your face, already knowing that inside you were freaking out.
“It’s alright, we’re alright, darling. We will be just fine, okay?” He said, while caressing your cheek.
“Vik… I’m scared…” you responded, not being able to keep up your strong façade in front of him.
“I know, love. I know. I know it’s hard, but we can do this, okay? We knew this could happen some day and we have talked about having… you know-“ He talked quickly and a bit nervously, his eyes darting between yours’ and every inch of your face he could get his sight on.
“Vik, birthing a child is not the same as building Blitzcrank” you responded, your face falling even more. He winced at your response. You fell to the toilet, cradling your face in your hands. “I know I’m not that young, it’s normal for people our age to start having children but… I’m scared… I really don’t want a whole child to come out of…”
You looked down at the space between your legs and winced. He kneeled in front of you and placed your hands on your legs.
“It’s okay we- “
“You don’t understand, Vik, it’s insane a whole HUMAN has to come out of my…” you started rambling and talking faster and faster, wildly moving your hands up and down. “It has to dilate like 10 fucking centimetres, do you understand how much that is?! And then they have to inject some shit on your spine and if the damn baby doesn’t come out they have to cut you open and-“
“It doesn’t have to be like that” he said, hopeful. You could see the gears behind his eyes be put to work, creaking and pulling to find a solution. “I can build something; I can find a way. I’m a scientist, (Y/n), I make things, I make life easier. I can build something… perhaps we can isolate the fetus or… I will make Jayce aid me, with the three of us we can figure out how to make this process the least painful. I won’t let you do this alone… after all, I will be its’ father…”
He grabbed your hands and caressed them with his thumb, instantly helping you calm your breathing. You breathed in a sharp breath. You started thinking about it seriously now. Okay, if you were pregnant, as much as you didn’t want to, thinking about being with Viktor and watching a small human grow up. Raising someone to do better than you, to leave as a legacy and watch them turn into a great human being while you and Viktor grow old together.
“Alright… it won’t be that bad, right?” You said and he nodded at you, smiling. “Now that I think about it…I never would have said that with anyone else but having a child with you doesn’t sound that bad…”
You let out a small, relieved laugh, looking down at Viktor. He caressed your cheek with one of his hands and gave you a quick peck.
“Can you imagine?” you gave him a smile. “Little Viktors running around the lab?”
You both chuckled at the thought of that.
“Or little yous” he responded, smiling up fondly at you.
“Taking care of it, as long as I’m with you… it doesn’t sound half bad” you said.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way” he said and pat your legs, getting up with the help of his cane. “Now let’s get this over with”
“Okay, then, turn around” you said, looking up to him, realising you had to pee on the damn device for it to work.
Viktor raised an eyebrow at you, crossing his arms in front of him as best as he could.
“Are you serious?” He responded. Your face told him everything he needed to know. He sighed as he turned around, mumbling while rolling his eyes. “It’s nothing I’ve never seen before”
“Viktor!” you scolded him and he chuckled.
You brought your pants down and quickly peed on the device. For the City of Progress, you would have thought Piltover would have invented a less primitive way of knowing if you’re pregnant. When you finished, you washed your hands and grabbed Viktor’s hand, pulling him out of the bathroom.
You both sat down in front of the doctor, handing her the device while the result developed. Viktor held your hand in his and shot you a little smile, which you returned with a squeeze of his hand.
The clock on the wall kept ticking, setting off your nerves, keeping you on edge. One of the nurses knocked on the door, making you jump a little, and came in. She handed the doctor a set of papers and left promptly. The doctor’s eyes scanned the entire first paper, then her thumb turned around the rest of the papers quickly.
Ding, a low sound came from the pregnancy device and your pupils dilated in fear. That sound was a little too happy, was it a congratulations? Was the device indicating you were pregnant? God, you’re pregnant… fear started to cloud your vision as the doctor put down the papers.
“Congratulations!” She smiled at both of you, your face paling. Viktor looked back at you with a small, worried smile. You returned the gesture. “You’re not pregnant!”
“What?!” Both of you exclaimed looking back at the doctor and then back at yourselves in disbelief.
“Yeah, turns out you just have a stomach bug and increasing anxiety” she said, looking back at the papers the nurse had left with her.
“W-what about my period? The test?” you asked frantically.
“It is very likely your anxiety has stressed you to the point that it has affected your menstrual cycle. It is a relatively normal response your body will have to being stressed; it sort of gets your whole body in disarray. I’ll just give you some herbs to help with the anxiety and medicine for the stomach bug, you’ll be good in a few weeks”
You lied on your back and sighed heavily, half relieved at the news and half disappointed.
The doctor handed you the medicine and you bid your goodbyes, making sure to thank her for everything.
“God… that was stressful” you said, placing your hand on your forehead as you lied against the wall. The illness and rollercoaster of emotions had left you a bit weak. Viktor looked down at you, his eyes troubled. You could not figure out what he was thinking at the moment, so you inquired with your eyes.
“Do you… feel relieved?” He asked, his eyes searching your face for answers. You couldn’t tell if he was disappointed by the news or not. When you were at the bathroom, he sure seemed worried but also it looked like some part of him was excited.
“I…” you started, afraid to say something that would hurt his feelings. “I am…”
His face dropped a bit and he looked down to the floor, unable to look you in the eyes for a few moments.
“But I’m also kind of sad about it… I’ve never really wanted children, still don’t but… thinking about being with you my whole life and taking care of someone together just seemed… nice…” It was your turn to look down, only now in embarrassment, the point of your ears turning red. You could feel Viktor staring at you.
“It would be lovely” he chuckled a bit. “Though, I hope you know I would never put you through that if you were unwilling…”
Your eyes met at that last line and you felt your chest explode in a warm feeling. It was the bare minimum but the fact that he always treated you as if your comfort was his priority… it was reassuring. It made you fall in love with him even deeper.
“But for now,” he placed his hand on your chin and brought your faces closer. “I think Blitzcrank will suffice”
AUTHOR’S NOTE
special thank u to the people who told me to post it hehe :P @thestaffsstaff @helloyellowsheeps and to the person who inspired me to write again heueueu @inkinflux
