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aspenmissing · 1 day ago

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Hello my dear!

Sooo, I'm a huge fan of reading (especially reading fantasy books). And I can't get the headcanon out of my head. Where Viktor x Reader having a cozy evening in their shared apartment. And out of the sudden, Viktor is showing interests for Readers book. With every question he is asking, she feels, like she's falling in love with him all over again. And feels loved and appreciated for his interest in her hobby. So she just wants to cuddle and kiss him so badly.

Like, seriously....I would be on my knees for a moment like this in rl! ;---;

ꜰᴀꜱᴛᴇꜱᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ/ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ || 2352 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɴ/ᴀ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ᴏʜ. ᴍʏ. ɢᴏᴅ! ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ - ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ… ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ. ɪꜰ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ɪ'ᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙᴇᴀᴛ!

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ

It was one of those peaceful evenings in their shared apartment, the kind that only came after a long day of work, filled with little moments of quiet bliss. The soft hum of the city outside mingled with the warmth of the fire crackling in the hearth. Viktor had finally set aside his cane for the evening, resting in a comfortable armchair, his back relaxed but his gaze still filled with a quiet intensity. Y/N sat beside him on the couch, a book open in her lap. Her fingers gently turned the pages as she found herself fully immersed in the world of myths and legends, a world far removed from the realities of Piltover.

Viktor, however, had been restless, his mind working over a small project on the table. The sound of gears clicking and metal pieces shifting filled the air, but it wasn’t the usual mechanical rhythm that usually filled their home. Tonight, there was something else in Viktor’s eyes. It wasn’t his usual focused intensity, but something gentler, more present. She noticed him glance over at her a few times, his gaze soft, almost as if he were seeing her in a new light.

"Y/N," Viktor’s voice broke the quiet, soft but full of curiosity. "What is it you're reading, Lásko?" (Love)

Y/N smiled up at him, a warmth spreading through her chest at the sound of his voice, always so attentive. She couldn’t help but feel special when he asked. “It’s a novel about myths and legends from the Vastaya people,” she explained. “A collection of stories that weave together history, magic, and forgotten realms. It’s one of my favourites.”

Viktor leaned back in his chair, resting his cane against the side, his focus shifting from his project to her. “The Vastaya… I know them in passing, but I’ve never had the chance to truly learn much about their myths. Why does this particular book resonate with you?”

Y/N closed the book and looked over at him, her heart swelling slightly at the genuine interest he showed. "I think it’s because these myths remind me of where I come from,” she said, her voice softening with the emotion she carried. “They tell stories of things I feel in my bones, things I can't always explain. There's a connection to my roots in them, something deeper than what words can fully capture.”

Viktor’s expression softened, his eyes taking on a more tender look as he processed her words. “That’s… beautiful, Y/N,” he said quietly. “I can understand why it would be so meaningful to you. You have such a deep connection to your heritage. It’s truly a part of who you are.”

Y/N smiled, feeling both grounded and uplifted by Viktor’s words. It wasn’t often that he opened up about how he saw her, and when he did, it left her feeling cherished in a way she couldn’t quite describe. She glanced at the book in her lap, then back at him, her gaze lingering for a moment.

“Tell me more about the myths,” Viktor urged, his voice soft but filled with curiosity. “What’s your favourite story from this book? I want to know everything.”

Her heart fluttered at his genuine interest. Every question he asked made her feel more seen, more understood. She leaned back into the couch, her fingers tracing the edge of the book, the words tumbling out of her mouth as she began to describe one of the legends, about the ancient guardians of her people. Her voice grew more animated as she spoke, the passion in her words unmistakable. Viktor’s gaze never wavered, and his attention was unwavering. He was completely absorbed in her every word, hanging on to each syllable as if it held an entirely new world for him.

When she finished, he leaned forward slightly, his voice low and full of admiration. “It sounds… enchanting,” Viktor said, his voice barely above a whisper. “The way you describe it, it’s as if the myths come alive through your words. I’d love to see more of what inspires you."

Her heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, she felt as though her entire being was being pulled towards him. Viktor had always been brilliant, focused, but right now, he was utterly absorbed in her, in her stories, in the things that mattered to her. It wasn’t just about the myths; it was the way he made her feel—deeply valued, loved for the parts of herself she often kept hidden.

Unable to stop herself, Y/N moved closer to him, her hand gently resting on his, her thumb brushing lightly over his skin. “Viktor…” she whispered, her voice trembling just a little with emotion. “You make me feel so… seen. So loved.”

Viktor’s gaze softened, a tenderness flickering across his features. He reached out to pull her gently into his arms, the warmth of his embrace enveloping her in a way that felt like coming home. He kissed the top of her head, his voice soothing, filled with care. “You are loved, Y/N. More than you’ll ever know. More than I could ever put into words.”

Y/N felt a wave of affection rush through her, and as the minutes passed, the fire crackled in the hearth, casting a soft glow on their faces. The quiet hum of the city outside was barely audible, and in that peaceful stillness, Viktor placed his project aside completely, giving her his undivided attention. His hands moved to gently tug her closer, and with a soft, inviting smile, he whispered, “Come here. Let me hold you for a while. Just let me listen.”

Y/N’s heart skipped once more as he offered her the chance to simply be, to share not only her thoughts but herself with him in the most simple and intimate way. She shifted in his arms, settling against his chest, her head resting against his shoulder. Viktor’s arms wrapped around her, his warmth seeping into her as if he were offering not just his body, but his very soul.

She let out a soft sigh of contentment, feeling her body relax into him, her fingers absentmindedly tracing over the fabric of his shirt. He gently kissed the top of her head again, his voice low and filled with affection. “Would you… read to me, Miláčku?” Viktor asked, his words barely more than a whisper. (Darling)

The request, so tender and personal, caused her heart to swell. She smiled, feeling the deep love and appreciation he had for her. She picked up the book once more, and as her voice filled the quiet room, she felt a warmth spread through her chest. As she read aloud, the words seemed to come to life, her voice dancing in the air as Viktor listened with rapt attention, his hands gently running through her hair. She could feel the deep connection between them, the way they both shared this small, perfect moment in time.

And as she continued to read, Y/N couldn’t help but feel that she was falling in love with Viktor all over again. It wasn’t the grand gestures or the loud proclamations of affection, but these quiet, intimate moments that spoke volumes. He had always been so focused on his work, so absorbed in his genius. But tonight, it was as if he were completely absorbed in her.

The fire crackled softly, and as the evening deepened, Y/N closed the book, setting it aside. She looked up at Viktor, her heart full, her thoughts scattered in the best way. She kissed him softly, slowly, as though to show him just how much she loved him in return.

“I love you, Viktor,” she whispered against his lips, her voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he replied, his words steady and sincere. “More than you could ever know.”

And in that moment, as the fire flickered and the world outside faded away, Y/N felt completely at peace. Wrapped in Viktor’s arms, with his love surrounding her, she knew there was no place she’d rather be.

The days drifted by, each one marked by their quiet routines and the bond that seemed to grow deeper with every passing moment. After that peaceful evening, where Viktor had so thoroughly captured her heart with his quiet attention and affection, something began to shift in the way they spent their time together.

Every time Y/N finished reading one of her beloved books, she would set it down on the small coffee table beside the couch and stretch, content with the peaceful moments she shared with Viktor. But soon, she began to notice something strange.

The next day, after finishing a particularly captivating myth about the ancient spirits of the Vastaya, Y/N placed the book on the table, intending to return to it later. When she stood up and turned around, she noticed a small package resting on the table. It wasn’t there the moment before—she would have noticed it, surely.

Curious, she reached for it and carefully unwrapped the soft leather cover. Inside was a new book, its pages crisp and untouched. She turned it over in her hands, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she read the title—Legends of Lost Civilisations. It was exactly the kind of book she would love, filled with ancient stories and hidden histories.

Before she could even process it, Viktor appeared beside her, his expression warm and a little playful. “I thought you might enjoy something new,” he said, his voice low, almost shy, as though he wasn’t sure how she would react. But there was a tenderness in his gaze that made her heart flutter.

Y/N looked up at him, her lips curving into a smile. “You—Viktor, this is... I don’t even know what to say.”

“I noticed how much you enjoy your reading,” Viktor continued, his voice soft, “and I thought you might appreciate a new one to add to your collection.” He hesitated for a moment before adding, “I hope it’s to your liking.”

She pulled him into a tight hug without thinking, overcome by the warmth of his gesture. “I love it,” she whispered, holding him close. “Thank you. You always know exactly what to do to make me feel so cared for.”

Viktor’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, his voice rumbling with affection. “I pay attention,” he murmured. “I want you to feel loved, Lásko. And I’ve noticed the joy you get when you dive into your stories.”

Over the next few weeks, it became a small but cherished tradition. Every time Y/N finished one of her books, a new one would appear on the table—sometimes wrapped in soft fabric, sometimes simply resting there, waiting for her to discover it. Viktor had an uncanny ability to choose books that fit perfectly with her interests, each one a little more special than the last.

One day, Y/N had just finished the latest one—a beautifully written account of the starry skies and the constellations that were said to guide the Vastaya when they first arrived on Runeterra. She placed it down, ready to settle in for another quiet evening, when, to her surprise, a new book was waiting for her on the table.

This time, it was an older volume, its edges slightly worn, and its leather cover embossed with intricate designs. As she picked it up, she noticed the weight of it, and the delicate gold leafing on the spine. The title was faint but readable: The Heart of the Wilds: A History of the Vastaya’s Ancients.

Her heart skipped. This was a book that her grandmother had once spoken of, a rare and treasured work from generations before her. It was a history she thought she might never find. She looked up at Viktor, who had been standing by the fire, watching her with that same quiet smile.

“How… where did you find this?” she asked, her voice filled with awe.

Viktor stepped closer, his hand gently resting on her shoulder. “I asked around, did some research,” he said, his tone nonchalant but with a glint of pride in his eyes. “I knew you’d appreciate it.”

Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she held them back, overcome by the thoughtfulness of his gesture. “This means so much to me,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “You always go above and beyond for me. I can’t… I can’t even put it into words.”

Viktor’s hand gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away the softest of tears that had slipped down her face. “You don’t need to. You never need to explain how you feel, love. I just want you to know how much you mean to me.”

In that moment, Y/N leaned up and kissed him, softly at first, then deeper as the emotions between them swirled and tangled. She felt the weight of his affection, the tenderness in every action, and it made her feel loved in a way she hadn’t known was possible. When they finally pulled away, breathless, she smiled up at him.

“You know, I think you’ve spoiled me, Viktor,” she said, her voice playful yet sincere. “I may never want to read another book that doesn’t come from you.”

Viktor chuckled softly, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “I’ll take that as a compliment. And if it means you feel special, then it’s worth it.”

That night, as she sat down to read the new book Viktor had so thoughtfully given her, she felt as though she were falling in love with him all over again. With every turn of the page, every word of affection, and every shared moment, Y/N realised just how deeply Viktor cared for her—and how lucky she was to have him by her side.

And so, with each new book that arrived, her love for Viktor only grew, filling their home with a quiet kind of magic—a magic that had nothing to do with spells or machines, but with the simple, profound ways they made each other feel truly seen and cherished.

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rodger-eyeballis · 1 day ago

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” HELLO EVERYONE, GUYS!! DO NOT PASS ㅤㅤㅤㅤ BY, THIS IS AN ADVERTISEMENT ㅤㅤㅤㅤ FOR A LITERARY CLUB!

I have the honor to introduce you: the first and most ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ important president of the circle associated with ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ librarianship and preserving the memory of various ㅤ ㅤ ㅤexcellent authors — Brightney the Lamp! And also, a ㅤ ㅤ beautiful girl with good taste and a very high mind. Yes, yes, this is a very important part! I like to sit at books late at night, learn from the works and write my own stories. I ㅤdon't like loafing, loud noises, and bad behavior in the library. Now, we are fully acquainted, so we can begin your ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ little enlightenment into my affairs!

Introduction: ㅤDon't worry, Rodger wasn't hacked and he didn't delete his account (otherwise I see that there haven't been any posts from him for a long time because of my intrusion).. It's just that this Sir befriendly lent me his blog on Tumblr so that your sweet Brigtney could talk about our shared comfortable library circle (why you should definitely visit it and what we will do) and about the participants you can meet in it! Yes, yes, even so! And since this part is, for the most part, my introduction and excerpt.. I would like to add that. YES, I ALSO CONSIDER RODGER TOON TO BE A NON-TRADITIONAL ORIENTATION, YOU GUYS ARE NOT ALONE. I can feel it from afar, it's not for nothing that I've read huge collections about relationships —… Oh, I'm sorry, we'll talk about this later, Rodger started looking at me menacingly (HOWEVER, if you do join the club, we can discuss the mental analysis of this Sir with examples from the literature in one of the sessions, if he doesn't come there.. Just keep it quiet, it's a secret)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤTHE MAIN PART :

ㅤYou won't regret joining our literary club! It's a place ㅤㅤwhere books come to life and discussions become real journeys into the world of literature. We read a variety of ㅤㅤ genres, from classics to modern prose, and each participant can offer their book for discussion. Every week we gather to share our thoughts and impressions, and it ㅤalways leads to interesting and deep conversations. In addition, we have meetings with our local ‘stars’ (I MEAN VEE, SHE AGREED TO VISIT US SOMETIMES), which will ㅤgreatly increase the excitement in the circle. We also organize creative events such as literary contests and workshops where you can develop your writing skills. Our club has a friendly atmosphere, and you are sure to find like-minded people and new friends. If you love literature and want to discover something new, come to us! We will be glad to see you and create a unique atmosphere of ㅤㅤㅤㅤ communication and inspiration together.

ㅤ Also, by becoming a member of the circle, you automatically get unlimited access to my library! That is, at any time and hour, even when I'm not there, you can relax on cool and soft ottomans or sip Teagan tea at the table (just be careful! Don't spill it on yourself or on the ㅤbooks). Oh, yes, I almost forgot. Participants also get access to unlimited tea and coffee, and all thanks to the ㅤㅤ misis Mug! So, don't forget to thank her for it :b

And a little new vision in the circle! Now each participant can receive their own personal logo with a bow, made and sewn from.. A DRUM ROLL.. from GLISTEN! Oh, he's such a good guy! It's only recently that we got the Mirror, even ㅤthough I've been inviting it to our club all the time.. I'm talking too much. IN SHORT! By joining the circle, you can approach this boy and officially order our beautiful logo. ㅤㅤHowever, keep in mind that the ribbon will always be GREEN, so choose the colors and the thing that will be on the emblem more carefully. For example, I have a Feather ㅤㅤㅤㅤ sewn here! — Yeah, it's very beautiful.

Summary results for the lazy (Although, ㅤㅤwhat's the point of joining a LITERARY circle if you're ㅤㅤㅤㅤ even too lazy to read a short text??):

(By joining the club, you will receive..)

A reading experience and a good atmosphere!!!

Unlimited access to the Library (and yes, I forgot to tell you. It's on the ground floor of the third elevator!)

Meeting with the star of the quiz program — Vee

Masterclasses and contests

Excellent tea and coffee from Teagan (who will always be sitting in the library for you.. She really liked it there)

Special official logos to order from Glisten

And I'd like to add on my own: A handsome, muscularly attractive detective who comes to our club once every few weeks. Although, no. I'm not letting you look at sexy guys instead of reading 😤—

Well, that's it, guys! I hope you are at least interested in ㅤㅤsomething and you have a desire to join the club.. Although, this is more specific to toons, which makes me extremely upset. But don't worry, if I ever have my own ㅤㅤㅤblog, we can set up an online literary club, but in the meantime, you can get some information from Rodger about books! He's certainly not me, but the detective's ㅤㅤㅤ reading experience is more than good^^

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Members: (This section was created to show my favorites and their wishes for you! And maybe your personal opinion about ㅤㅤㅤㅤ the club.. For this reason, read to the end)

Razzle and Dazzle, comedy and drama specials at the same time! Deputy head of the club, keeps order in the ㅤㅤㅤㅤ library (puts books in their place, etc)🌙☀️

— Yes, that's us!!! Hello country, hello world, we are ready to work for the benefit of the club and you wonderful persons!!

— (Oh, you're at it again.. Be more calm, brother, you can't make noise in the library.. Don't set a bad example for them. Be quiet and calm, literary works require diligent thoughtfulness and understanding to understand the deep essence of it to the end.. This does not apply to comedi—)

— Hey! You're belittling me in public again!

Astro, the second headman, runs the library exclusively at night (if you take a late meal or have a nightmare, then go to him for sure!). He is also an expert in everything, but his ㅤㅤ favorite genre is science fiction about space ✉️

( I'm sorry, I didn't have time to interview him because he... he.. Um, too busy! Yes! This one's definitely not because he's missing or something.. )

Our beautiful Teagan! She has recently joined our team, but she is always ready to offer you interesting fashion ㅤㅤㅤㅤ magazines, as well as sad romantic novels 🍃

— Oh, my dear little darlings, I must confess that I have yet to fully immerse myself in the enchanting realm of literature, much like the illustrious Brigtney. However, I would be absolutely delighted to share a delightful cup of spiced tea with you, accompanied by a captivating book. Please, do not hesitate to approach me; I have a splendid tea set that is perfect for such serene and cozy moments. One can only hope that the mischievous dog-girl refrains from nibbling on it once more... Wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Rodger?

This is my favorite duo! Rodger and Toodles (who also ㅤ ㅤㅤjoined here not long ago) are ardent fans of ㅤㅤDetective Stories, especially if they contain a bit of psychological horror.. Are you sure children can read this?.. Although, I know for sure that when this little girl learns to analyze the text under my guidance, she will not ㅤㅤㅤㅤ only read such works, heh^^⭐️💫

— Wait a minute, when did Toodles manage to devour the tea set.. ahem. Yes, when I have a little free time, I spend most of my time reading a book. However, at this point in time, I'm not only reading a detective story, so it would be extremely helpful if you would recommend some work. Only normal.. I've had enough of Brigtney as it is (I'll read romance with Glisten, he just seems to like this genre.. Although, after the death of Romeo and Juliet, he has not yet recovered..)

— VEEE! VEE iS comINg! SHE's cOMing, SHESs COOMing! I reALLy waNT to see hEr, I'm heR faN. I hOPe she liKESs dETECctive boOKks toO.

ps: I did not choose the logo for the bow, but this star on the bow is extremely good.. I think Mirror did a good job. My daughter liked it too, that's the most important thing.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Glisten stars (???):

Yeah, I made a separate paragraph for Glisten because ㅤㅤhe... he.. The coolest, most beautiful, awesome and attractive toon in the whole center! It's impossible not to ㅤㅤgive Mirror a special place of honor when he not only visited me, but also bothered to help me upgrade the ㅤㅤㅤㅤ club.. God, do I have to write all this? 🎀

— Oh, yes, it's me! Come on, stop applauding! I know that you all love me, but there should be silence on the stage. That's it, thanks. Your wonderful Glisten has finally decided to join the club, after several pleading requests from Brightney. However, I'm not going to go to the library often beca— WAIT A MINUTE! Will Teagan be there? Wait, where is she from.. together with Rodg? In the same room? She's a two-faced fuc—... Mmm, anyway, this Lamp inspired me to improve and I will gladly go to the literary club every day. So wait for me there, my beloved fans��

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Phew, it was hard, but we got through it.. More precisely, I ㅤdid it! Thank you for reading, and I hope you didn't get bored my presentation. Maybe we'll see each other on the blog someday, if I need anything else from Mr. Rodger, but ㅤㅤㅤㅤ for now, see you again^^ ”

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tech-luver · 3 days ago

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Part 1 here

Ranking (some more of) the LL crew based on who would let you take a nap on them and how comfy that nap would be (Part 2):

Perceptor: 7/10 Good shoulders to sleep on and works in (and prefers) quiet environments like his lab and the main navigation area of the ship. Prepare for loud interruptions if Brainstorm feels like continuing his one-sided competition with the bot. Although, if Perceptor doesn't feel like entertaining him, he may use you as an excuse to shoo him away. Tolerates your presence and checks on you every now and then but nothing more. Would ramble to you about maths and science if you ask, which is great white noise for falling asleep, unless you're actually interested.

Chromedome: 6/10 Hm, ok, a little skinny but you could try his big ass shoulders? It would leave you pretty exposed… maybe we just go with the cradled like a baby option here. Allows it but you better not be giving Rewind any ideas, his arms are going to get so tired otherwise. Will speak in a hushed way but won't stop other people from speaking regularly, only if they get too loud. May tap or stroke along your spine absentmindedly. He found that keeping his servos active helps when he feels that pull to perform mneumosurgery, that repetitive motion is now just something he does whenever.

Rewind: 7/10 Actually not too bad, you have a chance with his shoulders unlike the other minibots but he would probably prefer holding you so there isn't a possibility of you sliding off. Moves around the ship a lot but prefers quieter spaces. Would ask if he can record you sleeping for "the preservation of historic cultural exchange between cybertronians and humans!" It is a genuine reason of his, but he doesn't mention the fact it's also cuz he thinks you're very cute dozing on him. It's a funny/sweet thought that there may be a recording of you sleeping on a minibot that exists thousands if not millions of years after you are gone.

Nautica: 4/10 I know she's sleek but I think it's doable to rest on her shoulders, might want to keep away from those propeller wings of hers but they don't seem to move much. Not excited about it, she cares about your well-being but it would feel like she's just babysitting you which isn't fun. Also, she wants to be up and at 'em with her science gang! But if the gang is chilling then, hey, she'll allow it, why not? Once they're off again she'll gently hand you over to another willing bot with a quick, whispered "Sorry!"

Velocity: 9/10 Again, sleek but doable, especially cuz she approaches your health with such a lovely intensity. If she can help the only human on-board feel a little more welcome whilst also benefitting their health, that's a double win in her book. Tell her if you need any sleep aids, she'd love to learn about how humans sleep and how to specifically aid you! Probably feels the most guilty out of all the medics about their lack of understanding on organic medicine so you asking to nap kinda helps her with that. Will try to be quiet but she is a doctor and won't ignore other patients.

Ravage: 0/10 lol no, he has disappeared before you can even ask. First of all, there's nowhere to sleep, laying on his back isn't an option cuz he won't sacrifice his movement for some human and you can't be held by him (no, not even in his jaw, getting dragged around like a sack of potatoes is not relaxing). Second of all, there's some prejudice against organics he needs to work on and even after all that, he isn't a cuddly kitty. So go on, keep pestering him, if you're persistent enough you might earn some cool new scars!

First Aid: 7/10 He'll let it happen, not too fussed. Definitely watches you as you sleep but it's for research, he swears! Very interested in how the human sleep cycle is different and/or similar to cybertronian recharge so don't be surprised if you wake up and the glow of his giant visor is the first thing you see. He is another medic, which means another fairly loud environment of bots being put back together. First Aid is quiet by himself but any noise caused by patients or fellow doctors he's going to assume you're fine with, why would you sleep on a medic if you weren't?

Riptide: 5/10 I spent a little too long staring at this guys shoulder plating and its still a maybe on if you could stay in one place. His back fin things would be great to sit against! However, if you can only nap laying down then there would be some difficulty. He would let you up without an issue, just helping a little guy have a little recharge, but he would 100% forget you are up there. Prepare to go flying. Or maybe just tie yourself to one of his plates. Other people would have to point out that you're on his shoulder when he gets that feeling of "Wait, I'm meant to be doing something for the human…"

Skids: 8/10 Chill about it, happy to be a napping perch even if he is quite an active bot. Really curious on how humans recharge but also mindful of the fact you just want some rest so you might catch him staring and hurriedly looking away a few times. If you nap on him enough, he knows exactly when you fall asleep and when you wake up, it would be kind of freaky if he wasn't so accommodating and quick to put a blanket over you or hand you some water. Tried to crawl in the vents with you napping once, went well for a while until you almost slipped off and cracked your head open, he never tells you this happened.

Ambulon: 4/10 He really hems and haws over this when you ask, he's uncomfortable with the idea but he knows Autobots are meant to love organics or whatever, especially humans. Eventually allows it but he picks you up with the tips of his fingers (trying to ignore the weird sensation) and angles his head as far away from you as is socially acceptable. Keeps an eye on you but its less out of concern for your well-being and more so he can see if you start picking at his paint or chewing his neck cables. He treats you like a feral creature but eventually loosens up when you don't do anything but…lay there sleeping.

Ok, I see why I picked the bots I did for the first part cuz after them, people start to have very complicated shoulders. (Also, I only finished reading mtmte like two months ago but I feel I'm already writing these guys out of character wth)

#transformers x reader #transformers x human #transformer x human #lost light #mtmte

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Older & Wiser

| "...you're so much older and wiser and I, I wait by the door like I'm just a kid, use my best colors for your portrait..." |

Growing up, Soarynn heard lots of advice when it came to dating men.

Don’t date anyone who comes from a different financial background than you do. Upper class married the upper class, middle class married the middle class, and lower class married the lower class.

Those things don’t mix.

She was also told to wait until marriage. A good Capitol girl saves herself for marriage so that her husband knows that she’s pure, untouched by anyone but him.

Plus, it eliminates the fear of an unwanted pregnancy.

And although it was never directly stated, she knew that girls her age should stay far away from older men who were far too busy and important for girls like her.

But no one ever mentioned Coriolanus Snow.

It’s a damn shame that he’s thirty because he could easily pass for twenty-five. He’s so effortlessly charming, always knowing just what to say and working the room. He’s overly successful, rich beyond reason, devilishly handsome, and best of all, he’s obsessed with Soarynn.

They met one night at a silent auction. She had been dragged along by her good friend Livia Cardew who was looking for both a new piece of art and a potential husband.

She found the second one, Festus Creed, and left Soarynn to wander around the art gallery once the auction came to a close. She had been admiring a certain piece when Coriolanus came up to introduce himself.

However, a man like him needs no introduction, especially after placing the highest bid of the night. Still, she let him charm her, compliment her, and share a little bit about himself. By the time she had to leave, he had arranged for her to be picked up and taken to dinner at the end of the week.

Soarynn had been giddy with excitement, she never really dated while attending school so she didn't know what to expect but he surpassed every one of her expectations. They had dinner in a private room, lit by candlelight. The service was impeccable, Soarynn felt as if she were eating dinner with the President himself.

She learned a bit more about Coriolanus and the type of man he was, the type of man to crave dominance and control. She also learned that he had yet to marry because he hadn't found the right woman yet and was in no rush to settle down.

Despite hearing that, Soarynn held onto the hopes that she might be the one, the future Mrs. Snow.

Even now, waking up in his large bed alone, she hopes that one day he'll see that she's the one.

Coriolanus often rises before the sun, showering and getting ready for work which leaves Soarynn to wake up alone in his large penthouse apartment. The first time she woke up alone she had felt so...out of place. His penthouse is opulent, filled with tasteful furniture and expensive artwork. Everything about him screams how important he is.

But the household staff didn't bat an eye when she stumbled out of his bedroom in nothing but a borrowed button-up shirt from his closet the first time she slept over.

Now she's more than used to being here by herself, he even gave her a key! Soarynn just knows that it's a step in the right direction, that it shows how much he trusts her. She certainly trusts him, after all, she let him take her virginity.

He had been so sweet the first time, so patient and gentle, making it a magical experience for Soarynn. They often partake in rougher more passionate sex since she's more experienced and Coriolanus Snow is an excellent lover in the bedroom, always bringing her to a delicious orgasm without even trying.

Soarynn wakes up sore every morning in this apartment, covered in love bites in places that only he can see. Coriolanus is terribly possessive over everything he owns and Soarynn believes that he views her the same way, clear property of Coriolanus Snow and she's not mad about it.

It's her close friends who question his motives. They bring it up all the time how she should be cautious with an older man like him. "A man like Coriolanus Snow wants one thing and one thing only," Livia had told Soarynn one night at dinner, "I just don't want you to get hurt Soarynn."

But Soarynn had assured Livia that she knew what she was doing, Coriolanus would never hurt her.

She rolls over to face his empty side of the bed and smiles when she sees that a bouquet of roses has been left for her along with a little card. She takes the card and opens it, reading what he scribbled on the paper.

Buy yourself something pretty, darling. - Coriolanus

Soarynn can't help but squeal and kick her feet in excitement. He loves to spoil her. New shoes, new bags, new jewelry, new clothes and all on his card. Not that Soarynn can't afford these things on her own, but she's not going to be an idiot and decline such gifts.

Soarynn eventually pulls herself out of bed and goes into the bathroom, skimming her fingers on the marble countertops, imagining a life where she lives here all the time and has a vanity of her own. She does have a very small section of his closet filled with clothes she's left or purchased over the past few months.

She chooses a white dress, with a flattering neckline, short enough to drive him mad, and very flattering on her figure. She pairs the dress with red heels to give her outfit a pop of color along with gold jewelry. She puts on the necklace he gave to her just last week with a golden rose pendant hanging on the delicate chain.

Soarynn still doesn't have a lot of makeup in his bathroom, just a few toiletries and hair products so she'll buy some things today. She brushes through her long blonde hair, remembering how his fingers felt pulling on it last night. Soarynn sighs at her reflection, her life is so perfect, he is so perfect.

All she needs is a ring on her finger.

꧁ ꧂

"Ms. Nightingale, there's a phone call for you."

Soarynn looks up from the sofa she's sitting on, wearing only one shoe since she was about to try on another one with the help of the saleswoman. "Oh, alright, I'll be right back," she says, flashing the saleswoman an apologetic smile. She follows the other employee, a salesman to the back of the store where the phone is waiting for her to answer in the back hallway.

She brings the phone to her ear, "Hello?"

"Darling, it's Coriolanus."

Her lips curl up into a smile the second she hears his deep voice along with the pet name he gave to her, "How did you know where to find me?" She asks him, amazed at his ability to always know of her whereabouts. She rarely ever knows where he is but it seems that he prefers for things to be that way.

"I knew you'd turn up here eventually," he tells her, sounding prideful, "and I wanted to make sure that you were actually spending my money the proper way."

Soarynn giggles, twirling the phone cord around her index finger, "I am," she promises sweetly, "I was trying on shoes before you called."

"What color?"

Soarynn bites her lip before answering, "Blue."

There's a pause and she worries he might not approve, Coriolanus has a good sense of fashion and she's always trying to get his approval.

"Good, they'll bring out your eyes," he finally says and she sighs in relief. "Yes, I thought so too, are you still at work?"

Rarely does Coriolanus ever tell Soarynn about what his day entails, if he wants to see her, he calls her and she comes running. Their roles have never been reversed but once again, he prefers it that way. And she's not one to complain, Coriolanus is a very busy and very important man, she's lucky he can see her as often as he does.

"I am, although I might be at the office later than I normally am. Last minute meeting," he says as if that explains everything. Soarynn's smile turns into a frown, she was hoping to see him tonight, to spend the evening with Coriolanus wrapped in his strong arms.

"Oh," is all she says, her voice quieter than before.

"You should have dinner with some of your little friends, my treat darling."

Well, that's sweet of him. Soarynn leans against the wall and toes the ground, "You're so good to me," she tells him, knowing how much Coriolanus likes having his ego stroked, "I truly don't deserve your generosity."

The low chuckle that comes from her lover is all Soarynn needs to hear to know that she said the right thing, "Spend the night and you'll wake up next to me in the morning," he promises before she hears voices in the background, "I have to go, darling, I'll see you later."

"Goodbye," Soarynn whispers just as he hangs up the phone.

She wonders if he'd go into more detail if they were married, or engaged, or courting.

While they spend lots of time together with and without clothes on, nothing official has ever come of it and it's slowly beginning to eat away at Soarynn's heart.

She just has to act like it isn't.

꧁ ꧂

"Festus is being so annoying," Livia whines over dinner that night, "he won't stop pestering me about meeting his parents. We just started seeing each other!"

The bitter, jealous part of Soarynn wants to snap at Livia and remind her friend that she should be grateful that she actually has someone to call her own, unlike Soarynn.

But she bites her tongue and diligently nods to her friend's complaints, "That's so terrible Liv," Soarynn says, placing a sympathetic hand on top of Livia's, "he should respect your space and needs." Soarynn would be lying to herself if she said that she didn't want to be in Livia's shoes.

Livia is adored so publically, so openly by Festus who happens to be a good friend of Coriolanus. Soarynn wonders if Festus might pass along a hint for her, telling Coriolanus to hurry up and make her his.

People know that Coriolanus and Soarynn are friendly, that they spend a lot of time together but they're not courting so it doesn't even count. A bottle of champagne is brought over to their table by the waiter, "Oh, we didn't order that," Livia tells the man who politely shakes his head. "Compliments of Mr. Snow," he explains.

All the girls gasp at the sweet gesture, especially Soarynn because this must mean something. If he's sending her champagne then he must feel bad about working late tonight, which means that he's thinking about her.

"How sweet," she finally says, accepting the bottle, "he's always been so thoughtful."

"Has he mentioned courting you yet?" Clemensia asks from across the table, causing Soarynn to shake her head. "Not yet," she answers, "but it's coming soon, I just know it."

꧁ ꧂

Exhausted from a day of shopping and dinner, Soarynn is fast asleep in her lover's bed when he curls up behind her, wrapping a strong arm around her waist. Soarynn sighs and Coriolanus groans, hooking his chin over her bare shoulder, "How was dinner with the girls?"

Soarynn keeps her eyes shut, enjoying how his skin feels against hers, "It was good, the champagne was so sweet." Coriolanus shifts behind her and she can feel his bare chest pressing on her bare back, he always craves physical touch the most at night.

"My secretary suggested it," he mumbles, his voice growing deeper as he falls asleep, causing her heart to shatter into a million pieces. She thought that he was the one who sent the champagne, who thought of the sweet gesture. Not his secretary.

Soarynn feels her mood souring even more than before. She was already upset that she didn’t get to see him all day but this champagne is the last fucking straw.

Soarynn needs someone to appreciate her, to care about her, genuinely care about her.

She just wanted it to be him.

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn wakes up in a rotten mood.

The bed is empty. Again. But she can hear some sizzling in the kitchen. It’s Saturday which means the penthouse is empty, no staff on the weekends. Normally, Soarynn looks forward to these two sacred days. She gets Coriolanus all to herself since he doesn’t have to go to work. They run errands, go to the zoo, catch a movie, and end it all with dinner.

Not today though.

If he doesn’t see anything wrong with the amount of effort that he’s putting into this, then Soarynn is going to take it as an invitation to give Coriolanus Snow a taste of his own medicine.

At nineteen years of age, Soarynn considers herself to be a very mature young lady. Constantly complimented on how she carries herself, why, anyone on the street who laid eyes upon her would surely say that she’s at least twenty-one.

She knows how Coriolanus sees her. Sweet, adorable, submissive.

Harmless.

He likes her this way, likes carting her around on his arm, dipping into her fountain of youth. Soarynn sits up, pulling the covers up to her bare chest, and frowns, perhaps that’s why he’s kept her around for as long as he has. Perhaps she makes him feel younger, feel like he’s a young man again.

He certainly looks younger than thirty but still, he’s getting up there in age. Soarynn hasn’t even reached twenty and she already feels old, as if she’s outgrown her skin and her body. But Coriolanus might view her as a vice, something to remind him that he still has that famous Snow charm.

She glances over at the doors where she left all her shopping bags from yesterday, too tired to properly unpack them. She could stay for breakfast, let him dictate their day. Or, she could leave, leaving him dumbfounded.

Soarynn goes with the second option, quickly getting out of bed so she can dress herself. She doesn’t plan on coming back here for a long time, not until he comes crawling back that is. Soarynn knows Coriolanus well enough to know that he craves control and if he loses her, then he loses control.

Which is very unfortunate for him.

Pleased with her scheme, Soarynn goes out into the hallway, purse in hand, shoes on feet, and a determined look on her bare face.

“Darling?”

His deep morning voice catches her completely off guard. She freezes in her tracks, slowly turning around to face a shirtless Coriolanus. He looks so good right now, wearing some pajama pants with a plate in his hand. Whatever he made for them smells delicious and he looks delicious.

Maybe she could stay for breakfast.

No! She had to stay strong!

Coriolanus has a certain gravitational pull on people, drawing them in and keeping them right where he wants them to be, including her. It’s going to take a lot of effort to get out of his orbit.

“I…I can’t stay for breakfast,” she says, fidgeting with her purse. Coriolanus purses his lips, looking her up and down, “Why not? I made omelets.”

Coriolanus is an excellent cook even though he hires one, only showing off his skills to Soarynn. On Saturday nights he’ll pour them both a glass of wine and have her sit on the counter while he sautés a delicious meal. She’ll wear one of his button-up shirts, swinging her feet off the edge of the counter while she watches him.

Soft music will play in the background and he’ll have her taste test everything, laughing when he gets some sauce on her chin. Which will give him the perfect excuse to lean down, wiping it off before kissing her.

It’s a perfectly domestic thing to do with someone you don’t even consider courting and Soarynn feels a terrible chill run down her spine.

“I have to go,” she says softly, “there’s um, there’s an emergency.”

She could always tell him the truth, but when has that ever worked?

Besides, the terrible part of her still wants him to want her. So as a precaution, she’ll remain on his good side. A little distance will do them some good, even if he doesn’t know that’s what this is.

He looks concerned, worried for her well-being, and walks towards her, only stopping when he’s inches away from her and she can smell the omelet and the smell of roses.

It’s always been roses with Coriolanus.

“Is everything alright? Do you need me to do anything? Call you a car?”

He’s so sweet and caring even when she lies to him. Maybe she’s the one who doesn’t deserve him instead of it being the other way around.

Soarynn shakes her head, faking a smile, “No, no you don’t have to do anything. I just have to go alright?”

He seems disappointed that they won’t get to spend their morning together but he doesn’t push her. “Alright,” he mumbles, “call me when everything’s sorted then.”

Soarynn hums and presses herself on her toes to kiss him, short and sweet but she savors it all the same.

She doesn’t give him a chance to deepen it, pulling away as fast as she leaned in so she can leave. Soarynn closes the doors to his penthouse behind him, that terrible feeling still very persistent.

She hopes that he’ll pick up the pieces, put them together, and realize that she’s the one for him. Or he won’t and he’ll find some other girl to swoon and lead on.

She might have left the key he gave her in his room, but he still has the key to her heart.

꧁ ꧂

Three weeks pass by without a word from Coriolanus.

Well, he hasn’t come up and spoken to her in person that is. Soarynn has missed phone calls on her answering machine, unopened gifts that sit by her front door, and wilting roses that stand in a vase on her kitchen counter.

She’s been holding out on him, hoping, praying that this distance will remind him that she’s the one for him. He leaves notes with the gifts but they’re not confessions of love, just requests or possibly demands, all telling her to call him or come to his penthouse.

But Soarynn is done being at his beck and call, tired of being dragged around on an invisible leash.

She is Soarynn fucking Nightingale and she’s finally starting to act like it.

The sun is finally setting on the Capitol skyline and she’s forgotten how great of a view she has of it from her apartment. For a while, she was merely a visitor in her own home, coming and going whenever she needed something and then running right back to his place.

Not anymore.

Dressed merely in one of her many silk nightgowns, Soarynn prepares for a night in. She bought some chocolate and strawberries today at the store, planning on making her favorite dessert so she could snack while watching some television before going to bed.

A knock at her door pulls her out of the blissful bubble she’s been in the past few weeks and she walks towards her entryway. She mentally prepares to greet the gentleman who sits at the front desk in the lobby, responsible for delivering packages to the residents of the building. Or in recent weeks, gifts from Coriolanus that are addressed to Soarynn.

She’s sure this man is sick of her and her deliveries. She went from never coming home to the most popular person in the building in a matter of days.

She should really start tipping him.

Soarynn pops a strawberry into her mouth and unlocks the door, pulling it open and the fruit almost falls out of her mouth when she sees him.

Coriolanus Snow.

He looks furious. She’s been dodging his calls and ignoring him so he has every right to be but it’s something to see him standing her at her doorstep.

He’s never been to her apartment before. Never saw the need to.

And now here he is.

Soarynn doesn’t even know what to say, not with a strawberry in her mouth so she turns on her heel and walks back down the hallway, leaving it to him to either follow her or leave.

He follows her. Slamming the door behind him.

“So you’ve gotten my gifts and oh look, your phone looks just fine. I was starting to think that you fled the Capitol until I saw you earlier today on my lunch break, giggling with your friends as my car drove past you.”

Soarynn rolls her eyes, still chewing, men are so dramatic, and Coriolanus, although he won’t ever admit it, is always desperate for validation. Without her, she wonders who’s been stroking that big ego of his.

“Soarynn, look at me.”

She finally swallows down the berry and turns to face her lover, feeling simultaneously caught and commended for the efforts she’s gone through to get her point across.

You can be the most successful man in the world but without a woman by your side, you’re just another man.

"Why have you been ignoring me?" Coriolanus asks, looking confused while dressed in an expensive-looking suit, "You've been dodging my calls and tonight was the company gala, the gala that you promised to attend with me."

Oops. She forgot all about the gala.

"I thought you'd find someone else to take," she squeaks, watching the veins in his throat bulge. "Well I didn't," he hisses, stalking towards her, and for the first time ever, Soarynn realizes how big Coriolanus is, how strong and powerful he is. He could easily snap her neck, throw her against the wall, take her against her will. He won't, but he could.

"I looked like a fool," he continues, only a foot away from her now, "standing there without a date, being showered with pitying looks from everyone else. I had hoped that you'd come to your senses by now but you clearly haven't so tell me Soarynn, why are you so hellbent on ruining my reputation?"

Soarynn's jaw nearly falls open. He's not even here because he cares, he's here because his reputation is at stake. She resists the urge to slap him right across the face, even though he'd be quite deserving of it.

"Why won't you court me?" She finally asks, letting the question she's been thinking for months finally tumble from her lips. For so long she's held off on asking, held off on asking why she's never met his parents, or why he can call her every name in the book during sex but not in public.

Soarynn tries to be a patient person but her heart cannot say the same.

He looks shocked by her question, not expecting her to ask such a thing. A good Capitol girl never asks a man that, she waits by his side, waits for him to be ready to commit.

"I mean, you do everything else," she says exasperatedly, "you buy me things, send me flowers, kiss me, fuck me, and I do everything for you! I wait for you at your apartment, I listen to you talk about your day at work, I spend hours in bed with you. I just don't understand how difficult it is to court me, you're a grown man Coriolanus, you should be married by now, with children but you're not. And if you plan on being single for the rest of your life then that's fine but stop dragging me along with you."

They both stand in silence. Soarynn can't believe that she actually said that but at the same time, she's glad that she did. It's been too heavy of a burden for her to carry around any longer.

Coriolanus presses his lips into a thin line, composing himself after a moment of weakness, "Have you ever thought that maybe I don't see myself courting you? That I haven't taken this as seriously as you've wanted me to take it because I don't ever intend to?"

It's like he just ripped her heart out of her chest and tore it apart in front of her.

Soarynn feels the tears pooling in her eyes, unable to stop them from coming. This isn't how she planned for this to go, she thought he'd beg for her to come back and confess his feelings but instead, he's shot her down.

She sniffles as a tear rolls down her cheek, "Never mind then," she whispers, turning to flee the scene. She hears him calling out to her but Soarynn is already blinded by her tears and her heartbreak. She stumbles into her bedroom and runs past her bed into the bathroom where she can have a proper breakdown in peace.

She's been taking a lot of baths lately, reminiscing about the times when she'd take them with Coriolanus. Not anymore, she'll never think about him again after this. All those kisses, those smiles, those words. All fake.

How could she be so stupid?

She gave him everything. Her trust, her love, her virginity.

The gravity of what she's done hits her all at once and she sinks into the tub, curling up into a ball while she sobs. He's probably left already, perplexed by her strange behavior and tears. Soarynn has always remained cool, calm, and collected around Coriolanus, never whining or complaining. Not anymore.

She's so busy feeling sorry for herself that she doesn't even hear the tall, broad man pad into the bathroom, not until she feels his cold hand on her shoulder. Soarynn cracks her eyes open, gazing up at Coriolanus, somewhat surprised that he actually came after her.

"I didn't mean to make you cry," he tells her gently, crouching down by the tub, "you know that I care about you darling, but it's all...it's all so complicated. You wouldn't understand."

Those three words are enough to give Soarynn a second wind. She pushes herself to sit up and glares at the older man, wondering where he finds the audacity to say these things to her.

"Then explain it to me," she snaps, "because I'm not an idiot, I'm smart, I'm important, I am of value. I've given you everything Coriolanus, my trust, my love, my, my virginity," her voice breaks on the last word. She's ashamed all over again, she's been so foolish with him, so blindly trusting.

His brows crease and his hand remains on her shoulder, she hopes he doesn't remove it.

"Soarynn, you're so young, so beautiful and kind, it wouldn't be fair to chain you to me. I'm not always as kind as I am when I'm with you, not always as understanding. That side of me is reserved only for you but I can't guarantee that version of myself to my future wife, she'll have to deal with all sides of me, the good, the bad, and the ugly."

She sniffles, wiping away her tears in an attempt to look more presentable, "I don't mind," she mumbles and he sighs, "truly, I don't. I can handle it, I can be your wife Coriolanus, I can be Mrs. Snow. I won't let you down or embarrass you, I'll be so good, so devoted to you."

They both fall silent again but this time, she dares to reach out to him, cupping his face with her hand and he leans into her touch, "Who else decodes you like me?" She whispers, "You don't let anyone else see you like this but me, think about it, you've already got one foot in the door. Think about how easy it would be to just get married."

She can see him contemplating her argument, a desperate one but she's also desperate. Soarynn thought some time apart would remind him of what he took for granted but it also reminded her about how much she missed him. She's missed his smile, his laugh, the way he smells after they have sex.

Although he tries to remain cold and closed off, she can see right through his facade, she knows him too well to his chagrin and when he finally looks into her teary eyes, she knows that he's decided on an answer.

꧁ ꧂

꧁ Five Months Later ꧂

Soarynn sits in the finest nail salon in the Capitol, known for its impeccable service and treatment towards its clients.

With a fresh manicure and pedicure, she feels on top of the world, like a new woman. "What color did you get for your nails again?" Livia asks from the chair next to her. Soarynn lifts her left hand in the air for her friend to see her freshly painted nails, a light pink color, it's practically her signature. She admires her nails and more importantly, the way the sunlight causes her new engagement ring to shine and sparkle.

Soarynn would never consider herself spoiled, but she's used to getting what she wants.

Including a husband.

It didn't take much to convince Coriolanus that she was the one for him. After breaking down in her bathtub and telling him that she would be the perfect wife for him, she knew he'd make a move. He spent the night at her apartment, claiming that he didn't want to leave her alone in her moment of distress and they ended up without their clothes on, making up for lost time.

The next day they had officially made up and Coriolanus officially asked to court her. He told her that they'd tell everyone that they'd been courting for much longer but in secret. Turns out he was eager to make her his wife now that the idea was planted in his head, more eager than she was. He proposed a mere two weeks ago, getting down on one knee and shocking her with a gorgeous engagement ring.

The diamond is huge, and Soarynn loves looking at it, envisioning their wedding and what's to come shortly after. Children, pets, the whole nine yards. They're already decided on a date, next January since the Snows apparently only marry in the winter. Something about family traditions.

"I still can't believe you're engaged," Livia says with a shake of her head, "I mean, I suspected something between you two but still, it all happened so soon." Soarynn smiles, lots of people were surprised but she wasn't, she's been planning on becoming Mrs. Snow for a long time.

"When you know, you know," she replies.

She just knew from very beginning.

꧁ ꧂

When Soarynn finally gets home from another day of shopping, she finds that her fiance has busied himself in the kitchen rather than his study. An odd change of scenery for Coriolanus who’s always holed up in his study if he’s at home.

He’s chopping away at some vegetables on a cutting board, so focused on the task at hand that he doesn’t even notice she’s back until the timer on the oven beeps, snapping him back into the present.

He looks over at her and grins, “Darling, when did you get back?”

Soarynn remains in the doorway to the large kitchen, content with watching him cook, “Just now,” she answers, leaning on the frame, “is the cook not here?” He shakes his head, scraping the chopped vegetables into a large bowl, “I sent her home early, I sent everyone home early.”

Soarynn frowns, wondering if something happened while she was gone. She’s already moved in with him, selling her apartment but once they’re married, she’ll be in charge of managing the household staff.

Until then, Coriolanus is still in charge.

“Why?” She inquires, stepping into the kitchen and setting her purse down on the counter, “Did something happen?”

His smile only grows bigger as he goes to open the oven, a heavenly aroma quick spreads throughout the room and Soarynn suddenly feels very hungry. “No, nothing happened. I just wanted it to be you and me tonight.”

It’s Thursday which usually means Coriolanus coming home right in time for dinner and wanting to go straight to bed. But he’s already home, and cooking. Something must be going on, he must be cooking up something else besides dinner at the moment. She knows him too well.

“Is there a particular reason for that?” She asks sweetly, appreciating the gesture but questioning the intent behind it. Nothing comes without a price, nothing at all. Soarynn would know that better than anyone.

The ring on her finger is the perfect example. Only given to her once she bared her soul to Coriolanus and somewhat embarrassed herself by crying in front of him.

And he’s far too clever to come home early for no good reason, Coriolanus loves to play games, loves a good riddle, a good challenge.

Soarynn has never been too fond of games.

Coriolanus sets the pan down on the stove to cool off, allowing her to admire how handsome he looks from behind, his white dress shirt still tucked into his pants. She can see that his curls have broken loose from the gel he slicks them back with every morning.

“I have a gift for you.”

Well now her interest is piqued. He turns around and laughs at her expression, eager to see what he got her, “Oh, now you’re excited that I’m home early,” he teases, “well you’ll have to wait until after dinner.”

Soarynn pouts, already knowing that it’s pointless. Coriolanus is a simple man who likes to complete one task at a time. He won’t move to her gift until they’ve eaten dinner and he’s washed all the dishes. Which is very annoying for her and very amusing for him.

Even engaged he still likes to pull her around on a leash.

So she doesn’t fight it. She asks him about his day, lets him feed her pieces of food while he continues cooking until the entire meal comes together. They eat in the dining room, a huge room with an even bigger table for just the two of them. Coriolanus sits at the head of the table, of course, and Soarynn sits to his left.

“I was thinking about the wedding,” she says between bites of chicken, “we should really try to limit the guest list or we’ll be stuck greeting everyone all night at the reception instead of enjoying each other.”

Coriolanus sips his wine which is a shocking choice of beverage for a man who loves whiskey or bourbon. A small smile grows across his lips like he knows something she doesn’t. He probably does considering how much older and wiser he is.

“Darling, the guests will come to us,” he tells her, placing his hand on top of hers, “there will be no running around the greet the guests. We’ll sit down at our table and enjoy our dinner,” he gestures to their current situation to use as an example.

Soarynn feels a little silly now, of course, people will come up to them and not the other way around. But she’s never been to a wedding before, too young and none of her friends have even gotten engaged yet.

She’s the first.

At least she doesn’t have to worry about losing her virginity. They crossed that bridge months ago.

"Oh," is all she says, her cheeks burning with a little bit of embarrassment, "well, I think I found my dress today." Changing the subject is an easy way to avoid any criticism from Coriolanus who often expects her to act twice her age while still remaining the youthful, wide-eyed girl he met forever ago.

His eyebrows shoot up, he knows how stressed she's been about finding the perfect wedding dress. It has to be something distinguished, something elegant and flattering, something the wife of a Snow would wear.

He's got it easy, wearing a black suit like he always does for important events.

"Did you now? What does it look like?"

Soarynn shrugs, a sweet smile on her lips, "What does my gift look like?" Coriolanus laughs at her attempt to even the playing field, she can't help but want to know what he got her today. "Never mind then," he decides, shaking his head, "we can both bathe in the anticipation."

Soarynn groans but he doesn't give in. Every once in a while he does, even a grown man like Coriolanus Snow can't fight off her pouting and innocent gaze. So she shows him her freshly painted nails and asks him about work, it's a domestic night for the both of them.

Once dinner is eaten, she helps him with the dishes, passing them to him so he can rinse them off. Soarynn likes to imagine doing this a few years into the future with little ones sitting in the living room, whispering about how romantic it is that their parents do the dishes together.

Coriolanus has only spoken about children a few times since she met him but she knows that he expects to start a family. He's late to that race compared to his friends his age whereas Soarynn is very early.

"Alright," Coriolanus says, drying off his hands with a dish towel, "let's go get your gift darling."

Soarynn squeals with excitement, she's not always the most patient person in the world which is why Coriolanus loves to make her wait. He made her wait to get engaged but look how that ended for him.

She follows him out of the kitchen and down the hall towards his study. Soarynn has only been in this room a few times since they met, finding it boring since it lacks anything of interest to her.

"Sit down here," he instructs, patting an armchair that sits across from his desk. Soarynn does as she's told, sinking into the chair and crossing her ankles. "Now close your eyes and hold out your hands, no peeking Soarynn," he says sternly. Soarynn gives him the best innocent, angelic look she can manage, "I won't peek," she promises.

He grunts and she closes her eyes, holding out her hands to receive her gift. Soarynn listens to him walk away from her and then hears the sound of a desk drawer being opened. She hasn't the slightest clue as to what he's gotten for her. If it were jewelry or clothes then he'd bring her to the closet.

Soarynn feels him standing in front of her again and then feels the light weight of what must be a card placed in her hands.

"Open your eyes darling."

Sure enough, it's a card. Soarynn gives him a curious look as he leans against his desk, watching her with amusement. "A card? Did you get our wedding invitations back?" They finally decided on their wedding invitations and Soarynn has been waiting for all of them to be delivered so she can mail them out to their guests.

He merely grins at her guess, "Open it and find out."

Soarynn's fingers gently tear open the envelope and she's surprised to find no note or invitation inside. In fact, it doesn't look like there's anything inside. Soarynn purses her lips, turning the envelope upside down and shaking it when a small, pink card falls into her lap. Soarynn picks it up, holding it between her thumb and index finger to inspect it.

It's no bigger than her citizen's license.

"Well? What is it darling?"

Soarynn looks up at her fiance, very confused as to what this is and why he's asking her to tell him. She turns it to the other side and her eyes zero in on the words that have been engraved into the card.

Soarynn Snow - Capitol Banking Card - 05081 082810

A sharp gasp leaves her lips.

"Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, is this, is this what I think it is?!"

For the longest time, Soarynn has just been using one of his cards to go shopping and spend his money. Coriolanus trusted her enough to hand over one of his many banking cards without batting an eye, telling her to go shop her little heart out. But that was back when this all first started, since getting engaged, she's still been using his card, mostly because he hasn't asked for it back yet.

His banking card is sleek and black, with his name and his card number engraved into it.

But this is her card, with her name on it.

Coriolanus smiles, nodding his head, "The bank called me this afternoon to tell me that all the paperwork was finally in order. I left work early to pick it up for you."

Soarynn leaps out of her chair, too excited to sit still. She flies into his arms, smiling and shrieking, "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Coriolanus wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly against him while Soarynn clutches her card like it's a lifeline.

It's her first step towards becoming his wife.

"You're very welcome darling, I figured it was time for you to have your own card since you seem so keen on using mine to spend my money," he explains, giving her a teasing look. Soarynn giggles, she might have a habit of spending a lot of his money, but he can't have his fiance walking around in last season's shoes!

"Well, I'm going to have so much fun using my own card to spend your money," she tells him, smiling down at her little pink banking card. She can't believe he did this for her!

Although she'd never admit it out loud, there was a short-lived time when Soarynn worried that he only proposed because he felt pressured to, that he was only doing it out of duty and obligation. If that was the case then she was in for a miserable marriage where it would always be known that she trapped him into getting married.

But this card is clear proof that he feels the same way she feels about him.

He hums, rubbing a hand up and down her back, "It's the first official document that has your married name on it, even the banking paperwork has been updated."

She hadn't even given it any thought but he's right. Soarynn's old card still has her maiden name on it. According to the people at the Capitol Bank, she is Soarynn Snow, Mrs. Snow, Coriolanus Snow's wife.

It's the most perfect gift she's ever been given.

"I love it, thank you."

Soarynn kisses him on the cheek, leaning into his touch which becomes more possessive by the second, "There will be limits" he mumbles, turning his head so he can properly kiss her, "just like when you were using my card there will be monthly limits as to what you can spend."

Soarynn gives him a playful whine, tugging on his bottom lip, "It's all a precaution darling, I can't have you running me into the ground with your frivolous spending."

Soarynn gasps, pulling away from their kiss, "Frivolous spending?! My lingerie that you love so much is not frivolous!" She's got him there, Coriolanus loves it when she spends his hard-earned money on lingerie that he can rip off later that same night. And it's not like Soarynn has ever gone and run him dry, she's very frugal with her spending, only buying exactly what she needs.

Which sometimes happens to be twelve pairs of shoes plus a few new dresses.

"I do love your lingerie," he agrees, giving her a squeeze, "but sooner or later it won't just be the two of us on my tab, we'll have little ones and I have an inkling that you're going to be quite the spender when it comes to our children."

Just the thought of having children with Coriolanus excites her. Soarynn has always wanted a family, to be a part of something and she's always dreamt of being a mother. She's spent long enough thinking about the type of mother she's going to be. She'll be a good one, raising her children to be polite and respectful, but also darling and adored by all they meet.

She's meeting his parents this weekend for the first time.

Coriolanus has always kept her far away from his own family, to the point where Soarynn had to question if his parents were even still alive. Hers weren't. But now that they're engaged, his mother is eager to meet her future daughter-in-law.

"She's going to love you," he had told her after bringing it up to her the other day after dinner, "she's always wanted a daughter and I already showed her a photograph of you, she thinks you're adorable."

Soarynn didn't quite know if adorable was what she was going for but it was better than some trampy young girl running after a man ten years older than her.

Coriolanus hasn't mentioned a thing about what his father will think of her.

She hasn't brought it up either.

But she knows that his parents will expect grandchildren and she'll be happy to deliver on that expectation.

Soarynn sighs into the kiss, "You always think ahead don't you?"

From the moment she met Coriolanus, she knew he was one of the smartest people in the world, always so sharp and bright, anticipating everyone's next move before they could even think of it themselves, including hers.

"Of course darling," he mumbles, sliding his hand down to her left hand, rubbing her engagement ring, "Snow always has to land on top."

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kiruamon · 2 days ago

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CotL - Sketch dump

Sketch dump and some lore of the Lamb and their silly husbands in my save file. (More sketches after/between the text segments.)

Sooo after getting Barbatos he asked the Lamb to find his lost brother, Tretreon. A while after unlocking the wedding option Barbatos came to the Lamb again. This time asking if the Lamb would consider marrying his brother. So why not? Quest accepted it was. Even though poor Tretreon ended up with the unhappy married trait at first as he hadn't had a say in the whole matter and was set up by his brother for this marriage. Very understandable. Luckily giving him a kiss every day and treating him good changed the trait and he ended up happy in his marriage.<3 Buuut that wasn't the end of it. Cause Barbatos was coming one or two days after the marriage to the Lamb and asking for their/his hand as well! That's how my Lamb ended up being married to the two brothers.

While Tretreon has the poly trait, Barbatos has the jealousy one. But I only catched them fighting one single time, while they would be otherwise really chill with each other. So maybe it had been just an argument between brothers.

Sketches are showing Tretreon (top one with the broken horn thingy) and Barbatos (with the broken tooth) below. Since Barbatos was the cheeky little fellow that set the Lamb up with his brother and himself I decided to give him a more happy go lucky personality. He's a little ray of sunshine and a goober but can be pretty sly as well.<3

Tretreon is the more serious and mature one out of the two. He's a bit sceptic of things and wouldn't probably asked the Lamb for his hand but grew fond of his Leader with time and has grown a big soft spot for them.

They both had been wearing the normal skull necklace and became pretty old until they died.:'( Leaving the Lamb single for a looooong time with no new spouses.

It was only after the defeat of The One Who Waits that the Lamb got married again. This time to Narinder. While I kinda married the grumpy cat ex-god on the spot, I do imagine that headcanon-wise the Lamb would not have done it so fast. That it would take a lot of time for Narinder to settle down in the cult. Learning how to get along with others and the Lamb while slowly growing closer to them. Only as they are opening up to each other, Narinder would learn about Barbatos and Tretreon and what they truely meant to the Lamb. That there were a lot of mixed feelings going on in their fluffly little leader. Loneliness for not having the two around anymore, reluctance over the option if it would be right to revive them. If it would be what the brothers would want or not. The inner struggle between wanting to see them again or if things should stay in the past, untouched. So for a long time Narinder would only stay on the Lamb's side to accompany them and during that time catching some more tender, little feelings.

I imagine he would sometimes visit the graves of Barbatos and Tretreon while the Lamb was out of the camp. Talking to the gravestones to thanks for having been there for the Lamb in the past, how much they had been and were still loved by them or that he would try to be there for the Lamb like they had been to make them happy if he can. Nari is sorting out his own thoughts and feelings with these visits and rumblings.

Welp, let's just say some stuff happens here and there. Smaller little shows of affection that end up for the Lamb and Narinder to grow close enough that the Lamb finally feels like taking a new step forward and accepting that it's okay to find new love. That it doesn't mean that they don't care about the past or their old spouses. So the day comes where they marry their grumpy cat ex-god.

Also some fun facts:

My Narinder ended up being petable and a snorer. So he kinda got the special treatment in having a little house for himself further away from the others. (I call it the snorer tent since I had send previous snorers there already in the past.) Headcanon-wise, I would imagine that the Lamb would let Narinder sleep in their tent instead. And that they would actually like to listen to him snoring during the night. Because it's better then the quiet and they know that there is someone right next to them.)

More time passes.

And even as Narinder feels a bit uneasy about bringing the subject up, he does talk with the Lamb about Barbatos and Tretreon and if they wouldn't want to bring them back.

It's a lot of mixed feelings involved. And angst. Because damn. How would they react to finding out that the Lamb is married again. Would they be upset? Would there be any hard feelings over it?

But after thinking for a long time, the Lamb and Narinder go for it. Bringing the two back to life.

After a tearful reunion, there is a lot to talk about and catching-up to do about everything the two brothers had been missing.

Barbatos is a bit surprised, but on the other hand chill with the situation. Tretreon... is somewhat reluctant and giving the impression as if he was upset. He scowls a lot and has a close eye on the funny three eyes cat his Leader is married too. But it's honestly not that serious and Tretreon doesn't have any hard feelings against Narinder. Tretreon also would be the one approaching Nari to offer him to get along and thanking him for having taken such good care of the Lamb while they hadn't the chance to do so.

It also would be kinda funny if since Narinder always talked to their graves and with being the God of Death Barbatos and Tretreon had been able to hear his voice in the afterlife. They didn't know who he was or what he looked like, but they recognized his voice. Therefore making them more accepting of him and explaining why Tretreon was frowning so much as he had been trying to figure out if the voice he heard was Narinder's.

POV: When your silly husbands are fighting and you had to scold, while it's so hard to keep up a stern face as you just want to hug and kiss them to let them know your not mad.

Also: I only recently have revived Tretreon in game and given him a golden skull necklace. Barbatos will follow soon when the cool down has worn off and then he will get also a golden skull necklace. I am pretty curious to see if shit will go down between the Lamb's three spouses or if they will get along to some degree.:')

Also Barbatos is colored yellow in my save while Tretreon has the orange faced color pallet.

#cotl #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #cotl barbatos #cotl toww #cotl narilamb #cotl the one who waits #cotl the lamb #traditional drawing #sketches #my art #do not reupload #rumbling #Showing off the Lamb's husbands simply because I can #I don't think I would take more than those three in the game #The brothers have grown pretty much on me #Maybe because they reminded me a bit of Sun and Eclipse from fnaf sb with the spike thingies on their head.xD #Used some different styles while figuring out how to draw them all

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miriammctroi · 2 days ago

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Fic Idea: Jegulus & WolfStar Nobles 1919 Au

putting this as "Fic Idea" instead of "Fic Scrap" because hopefully I'll end up writing it after all

I imagine putting this into a post-WWI context (1918,1919,1920), to allow for the historical queerness I love (lmagine I Adored You Madly but 20 years later) while allowing for smaller staff in the country side and poor nobles, as a lot of them had financial difficulties after the war (because their staff and workers died). Think Downton Abbey late Season 2.

Regulus and Sirius are left alone in one of the smaller Black manors with no one but a few new staff members for a few months, while their parents go to France.

Whenever this happens, Regulus gets to be Regulus, as the new staff members typically don't know that he's supposed to be a "good little Lady." (you know I'm a sucker for historical queerness, and the history of gender & trans studies pre-WW2)

The two new staff members this time are

Remus, a handsome boy from the countryside who is used to hard labour and fieldwork. he was injured in the war, now forced to go on a cane, so he tries to get indoor work and make money by working for the Blacks. he's handling cooking duties and gardening.

and James, the heir to a noble family recently fallen from grace and losing all their money, forcing him to live and work as a commoner. He's handling most other duties like brining tea, making drinks for the brothers, running errands etc.

Of course there is also their eldery Butler Mr Kreacher, who knows about Regulus and is in chrage of hiring and firing these staff members, thus ensuring no one learns too much about Regulus and nothing gets out. He's still doing most of the butler tasks, but James steps in for things he's getting too old and jittery for.

Anyway, Regulus just wants to just be himself, read books, wear men's clothes and have a nice time with his brother and the Butler.

Sirius on the other hand is always looking for adventure, and immediately sets his eyes on Remus. He. Must. Have. Him. in every way there is.

James, who keeps his real connection to nobility a secret, is the first to figure out who Regulus really is. he could use this information to blackmail the family and rescue his own or he could blackmail Regulus into marrying him, rescuing his family with his dowery, but instead he is fascinated with him and falls head over heels in love. (They get married anyway and James does rescue his family with the dowery)

(I'd have to flash out some details about Sirius's and James's time in the war I guess, but I'd make this a shorter thing anyway so...)

Anyway, what do you think?

#fic idea #regulus black #jegulus #marauders #james potter #sirius black #james x regulus #black brothers #ao3 #wolfstar #jegulus fanfic #1920s au #historical au #circa 1918 #trans regulus black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #gay dead wizards #i adored you madly extravagantly absurdly

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malevoreenthusiast · 2 days ago

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Freddie's Feat pt. 1

Hey, this is my second story I'm posting! As always, anyone is welcome to make requests or send a dm. Let me know how you'd like this story to end in subsequent parts!

A heavy, resounding gulp finished the dinner off as it slid down to join the numerous other vestiges of food inside Fred’s bloated belly. Fred smiled warmly and patted his belly, “Ahh, that hit the spot,” he said. “It’s always a pleasure hanging out with you guys; food just tastes better when you’re with friends.”

“You glutton!” Will laughed. “If we hadn’t cut you off, you would’ve eaten at least ten more plates!” Will reached beside him and pulled up Fred’s shirt to show the other two guys how much Fred packed away behind his bloated 6-pack. Their friends Brayden and Alex laughed along whilst shaking their heads, forever impressed that though Freddie was that shortest among all of them, he somehow had more appetite than the other three combined.

“Yeah, yeah,” Fred quipped, still rubbing the bulge of his stomach, “you’re just jealous you can’t eat this much and still look jacked.” The college kid smirked and flexed his biceps, showing off his dedication to the gym. Freddie wasn’t massive by any means, but he was certainly shredded. Even through his bubble-gut, the outlines of his abs shone through clearly, and his muscles rippled underneath his skin with every movement.

“Whatever bro, let’s just pay the check and leave,” Brayden rolled his eyes and snickered lightly.

“We going to my place then?” Alex asked, refusing to facilitate more petty squabbling between his friends.

The three boys nodded enthusiastically and split the check between the four of them. Notably, Freddie’s check was four times more expensive than the second highest bill, but that was just the way things were for Fred’s hunger. He had learned to go with the whims of his belly rather than against it, but still, if Alex didn’t think he would raid his pantry, he was sorely mistaken. His friends had cut him off when he wasn’t nearly done, and despite its size and swell, his belly was still asking for more. In the uber home, the four boys had all crammed themselves into the back seat, with Freddie in the middle. His stomach groaned for more food in it, and all of the guys couldn’t help but notice how loud it was.

“Jesus,” Brayden remarked, “that thing is expressive. I don’t know how you survive with all that noise going on.”

Freddie chuckled and patted his gut again, belching obnoxiously loudly in the back of the uber. After fistbumping Alex, Fred responded with a quick, “You learn to love it.”

For the rest of the car ride home, the guys messed around, talked seriously about the new Fortnite season, languidly discussed their new spring-semester schedules for college, and here and there, one of the guys would bring the topic back around to Freddie’s appetite and bulging belly. They all, including Freddie himself, were perversely interested in his stomach. They constantly looked down at it and the noise it made. Of course, they tried to be casual about it, but they were all genuinely interested in how their little friend could pack so much away. They were interested in a way one would be interested in a foreign species of animal—plagued with curiosity and intrigue. Eventually, they all slid out of the uber, thanking their driver and waltzed up to Alex’s apartment on the third floor of his complex.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” Alex said, as if they didn’t crash here practically every weekend.

“You’re always so polite, dude. You can ease up around us, you know,” Will smiled encouragingly, punching his friend on the shoulder. The four guys had been friends since their highschool days, and they were still going strong in their sophomore year of college. At this point, nothing could break their bond of friendship. Will was always the delegated leader, making plans and scheduling hangouts in the midst of the other lazy guys’ reluctance to structure their time. On the other hand, Alex was the wallflower of the group, chirping in here or there but usually remaining quiet and laughing along with the others; however, in highschool, the guys would always hang out at his house, which evolved to them hanging out in his apartment now that they were in college. Brayden steered the group on the right path, getting them all to start going to the gym and being the funniest in the room at any given moment. Freddie was the oddball; he was a healthy mix of each of the other guys, which balanced out the group evenly and wonderfully. Their dynamic was always vibrant and full of laughter and joy. If a stranger saw them walking down the street and laughing, they would smile to themselves and be reminded that true happiness does exist—that happiness comes from one’s friends.

Breaking out of the sappy moment, Freddie called out from the couch in the living room: “Yo, Alex, do you mind if Brayden and I raid your pantry?”

Alex smiled knowingly and rolled his eyes, “Yeah, go ahead guys!” He turned to Will, already giving him a knowing look. “Seriously,” Alex remarked, “I get Freddie, but Brayden too? The both of them together are gonna run up my grocery bill even more than Fred already was,” the young man lamented.

“Don’t worry,” Will responded, “we’ll get them to pay you back. Seriously though, how is that guy always so damn hungry?”

“God knows,” Alex whispered. At that, the two of them went to the living room to unwind and collapse after a long day of classes and homework.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Brayden and Fred were raiding the pantry and kitchen cabinets like they were hoarding food for a nuclear apocalypse. Amidst all of their rifling, little whispers of “Ooh, get that!” and “Who knew Alex was holding out on us?” made their way out into the apartment. The two guys, after essentially gutting Alex’s whole pantry, started snacking lightly and began talking. Freddie’s stomach still pushed out his shirt slightly, which was very noticeable by Brayden. Freddie seemed to have moved on from talking about his noisy belly, but Brayden was interested in pushing the subject a bit further.

“So like, dude,” Brayden chuckled, steering the conversation in a completely new direction, “how much of this food do you think you could fit in there,” he said, pointing at Fred’s stomach.

Fred pondered for a moment, not even phased by the sudden shift in topic to his belly. After a brief deliberation, he said, “Probably…all of it? If I was hungry enough. I don’t know, bro. This belly can hold a lot when I want it to.”

Brayden’s eyes bugged out. He reached for the closest comparison he could think of, which ignited a terrible thought in both boys’ minds: “Dude, what?! That’s crazy! All of this food is like…bigger than me-sized. Are you saying you could fit me into your stomach?”

Freddie still smiled, despite the weird implication from his friend. He chortled, “Haha, dude… what?”

“You know,” Brayden had already taken the leap, so he decided to press further, “do you think you could fit me in your stomach…?” He dropped his jovial tone, genuinely asking his friend about his stomach capacity and his ability to fit him in there.

Fred paused for a moment, taken somewhat aback by Brayden’s sudden departure into this perverse topic. He wasn’t feeling negative towards this, but he was quite surprised that Brayden was this fixated on Freddie and his digestive capabilities. “I mean,” Fred looked his muscular friend up and down, appraising him as food for his stomach, “I think I could fit you in my gut, if I could open up wide enough, but more importantly, if you tasted yummy.”

Brayden stood still for a moment, proud of himself for having gotten this far with his twisted fascination with his friend. Freddie didn’t seem to seriously consider it yet like Brayden was, but he pushed just a little further. Brayden offered up his arm, holding it out to Fred without words. Freddie looked at his taller friend and shook his head whilst chuckling. Brayden didn’t want to back down though. He had to know what Freddie’s stomach was capable of. “Taste me,” he said in a commanding yet eager tone. From the living room, Alex and Will could be heard laughing and shouting at the television as they played some game that they were fully absorbed in. Even though they were jocular and acting like the friends they had always been, that good vibe didn’t extend to the extremely tense and strange tension that had built up in the kitchen.

“You’re so fucking weird, bro,” Freddie gave in, trying to return to the light and airy mood from before. But, to oblige his perverted friend, Freddie grabbed Brayden’s arm and licked him, forearm to bicep. When Freddie got to the crest of Brayden’s ample bicep, the two boys heard the deafening sound of Freddie’s stomach growling for food. Clearly, Fred thought Brayden tasted amazing. In fact, Freddie had instantly deduced that Bradyen was the best thing he had ever tasted the moment his tongue made contact with his friend’s tanned skin.

“I guess that means I taste good…?” Brayden really didn’t think he’d make it this far.

Freddie put both hands on his belly and looked down at it then back to Brayden. It growled once more. “Yeah,” Freddie quietly responded, “you taste really good.”

“Everything okay in there?” Will called from the living room, checking up on his friends.

“Yeah, everything’s fine, don’t worry about us!” Brayden called back, acting like nothing was going on. He looked at Fred intensely, brown eyes wide with something that looked like a warning, concern, and maybe excitement? Freddie couldn’t tell, but he was ready to reunite with Will and Alex. Thinking about tasting Brayden and how he could fit into his belly was already a little too much for the smaller college kid. He didn’t like how serious Brayden was talking about his stomach. I mean, Freddie loved the feeling of a full gut more than anyone, but the thought of…putting Brayden in there was weird, right? Freddie did genuinely think that, but his stomach growled again. Brayden looked down and rubbed Fred’s saliva off of his arm somewhat reluctantly. “Sorry bro,” he said, “looks like I sent your belly into a frenzy. But hey, at least we know what it wants…” Brayden trailed off, seeming questionably okay with the situation he had manufactured with his friend.

“What do you mean by that?” Freddie desperately wanted to go back to the living room and spend time with his friends, but Brayden’s insistence to continue this conversation had started muddying his thoughts with…unique ideas that worried him.

Brayden knew Freddie—he knew his friend. What’s more, he believed in Freddie. Fred’s gut was a thing he had been fantasizing about for years, and he began to view it as an object of worship, almost. Every time they went out to dinner, he would watch from the corner of his eye as Fred’s stomach grew more and more, and he would dream of one day helping Freddie do that. His primary desire wasn’t to be swallowed up by Freddie per se, but Brayden was certainly devoted to helping his friend’s belly grow larger. With the thought that Freddie found him delicious and he could definitely fit him in his stomach, Brayden was completely convinced. He knew what he had to do. Even if Freddie didn’t realize it, this was the best for both guys in this situation. At least, that’s what Brayden thought. Before he could lose his nerves, Brayden strode up towards his best friend and smiled warmly at him.

“I hope you enjoy it, bro.”

Brayden, stronger and taller than Freddie, pushed his smaller friend up against the fridge, romance-style. The tanned, hunky college kid knelt down and lifted Freddie’s shirt. Leaning in, Brayden kissed Fred’s stomach deeply and passionately, thanking his idol and warning it for the meal it was about to receive. He gave Fred’s bulging stomach a few doting rubs along the swell of it before standing back up to look at his friend in the face.

“Brayden, what the fuck are you—mmph!” Freddie stared at his friend with a deer-in-headlights expression; however, he was cut off when Brayden stuck his entire hand into Freddie’s mouth.

The wave of flavor was so pleasurable to Freddie that he instinctively swallowed almost instantly, lurching Brayden forward and pulling him up to his forearm. Freddie’s stomach growled sharply like ringing church bells for the celebration of a new, delicious meal. Brayden looked pleased with himself, and he used his free hand to rub Freddie’s belly, worshiping his god before being assimilated into it. Freddie fought for a moment, but looking into Brayden’s soft, handsome brown eyes, he hesitated for just one second, which was enough for his body’s peristalsis to involuntarily swallow up more of Brayden. Now, Freddie’s tongue licked and slurped all over Brayden’s bicep. His jaw stretched open wide, yet Freddie felt no pain at all. As much as he hated to admit it, this was probably the most pleasurable experience he’s ever felt. Brayden was thrilled as Freddie gulped him down further, feeling Fred’s tight throat expand to pull him deeper down was an orgasmic feeling, as it was the culmination and result of years worth of pining and yearning.With his wildest fantasy finally realized, Bradyen spurred his best friend on further:

“Good job bro. I taste good, don’t I? Come on, man, you can do it. Just keep swallowing, just put me in here,” he rubbed Freddie’s gut again; however, he found his hand on top of Freddies’. It seemed like his smaller friend was already feeling his stomach, waiting for it to be larger as Brayden filled him up. This ignited an even more intense sense of passion in Brayden, and he pushed himself as well as he could deeper into Freddie’s mouth. Brayden pushed his free hand right next to his other arm, pushing as hard as he could to fit both of his arms into Fred’s mouth.

Freddie didn’t really want this, but Brayden was stronger than him, so he couldn’t really refuse. Plus, he tasted so amazing, and it was slowly becoming harder and harder to refuse. With a grunt, Freddie took in Brayden’s other arm, swallowing again, which brought his childhood-friend up to his shoulders. Freddie’s eyes were still wide with concern, so Brayden encouraged his friend just a little bit further before his head would get swallowed down alongside his arms.

“That’s it, bro. You’re doing great…give in and let me fill your belly.”

Freddie responded with a concerned yet still pleasure-soaked moan. Half of it was telling Brayden how good he tasted, but the other half of it was telling his meathead friend to snap out of it and stop treating himself like steak and Freddie like the predator he was. Regardless of intention, Freddie gulped again, loud and clear, engulfing Brayden’s face into his maw, now drooling with anticipation. Freddie was shocked that he fit in there, and even more shocking: Brayden’s head and shoulders were the widest part of his body. Now that he has engulfed this part of his friend, the rest of him should slide down easily…

The college kid shuddered, realizing the gravity of having Brayden halfway down his throat. Even though his body was begging for more—to stuff his friend into his belly and feel him wriggle and squirm in there—his mind knew that he didn’t truly want this. Brayden was insane, and he was pushing that onto Freddie. Still, though, the knee-jerk reaction to swallow again and again plagued Fred as Brayden assumed something of a diver’s position down his throat. He continued trying to kick off with his feet to propel himself further and further into Freddie’s gut, and Freddie was still too hazed to resist in any meaningful way. Brayden’s tank top was already soaked in a layer of saliva as his bouncy pecs landed in Fred’s mouth. The blossoming predator licked over them with perverted lust, enjoying the flavor too much to remember that this was his friend Brayden that he was swallowing whole. He felt his throat bulge out as Brayden’s head made its descent, and he finally felt his stomach start expanding as Bray’s hands and arms began spilling into his stomach chamber.

This was the final tipping point. The rapid swell of his abdomen convinced Freddie of two things: first, Brayden—crazy as he was—was one of his best friends, and Freddie would do anything for his friends. And second, because Freddie and Brayden were such good friends, Fred wanted to honor his friend’s wishes, which meant swallowing him down and enjoying it too. Freddie moaned and placed his hands on his gut whilst swallowing again, sucking down Bray’s abs into his mouth. He licked over the bumps and ridges of his friend’s toned muscle, nibbling slightly with little pressure from his sharp teeth. He could feel Brayden squirm and laugh from within him, which meant he was doing something right, he thought. A now eager hand peeled off Brayden’s shorts and underwear, ready to devour those fat cheeks with glee, until Alex called in to check on the two guys from the living room.

“You two good in there? You’ve been in my kitchen for a while, and there’s not much interesting stuff over there. Come watch the game!” Freddie froze, but Braden did not. As he squirmed himself deeper into Freddie’s stomach chamber, Freddie tried to respond.

“MM-Mm-mmhhhmmm!” Freddie tried to sound as inconspicuous as possible, which was difficult given the circumstances; however, the answer seemed satisfying enough for now.

“Whatever man, just join us when you’re done!” Will wrapped up the moment of intensity of Freddie potentially getting caught.

Freddie’s throat squeezed over Brayden tightly before letting him through the dark, wet passage. After a short while, he felt a tight, slimy ring allow him entrance into Fred’s stomach chamber—his holy temple of worship. The smell could’ve been better, but really he was impressed to see just how tight it was. His arms were already pushing it out, and his head would soon follow the trend. Brayden began rubbing the inside of Freddie’s stomach, hoping to ease him of any tummy trouble later on, judging by his moan of pleasure, it seemed to work. Another hearty swallow sent Brayden’s bubble-butt into Fred’s mouth, as well as his extremely erect cock. The guys were very comfortable with each other, all having seen the other naked frequently, but this was a different kind of scenario, and he wouldn’t know how Freddie would react to his big leaking cock getting slurped down his throat. Whilst Brayden was concerned with his dick, Freddie wanted to explore the globes of flavor that was his ass.

Freddie’s tongue slid up between Bray’s mountainous cheeks, lapping at the meaty flavor with enthusiasm. Brayden arched his back in pure lust. Despite being so genetically blessed with his dick, if anyone knew anything about his sex life, he was a total power bottom at heart. As Freddie licked and lapped at his tight hole, literally eating him and eating him out, Brayden let out some high-pitched moans, already overstimulated in pleasure. Fred had barely begun when Brayden already came heavily all down his throat, coating Freddie’s esophagus with his thick seed. Freddie patted his belly, acknowledging his friend’s climax with love. Brayden put both of his hands against the stomach walls that contained him and blushed, thankful that his friend was so greedy and perfect.

On the outside, Freddie matched the bulge of Brayden’s hands with his own, taking a big swallow, sending Brayden’s torso down there with the rest of him. His bulbous belly ballooned out much more now, surpassing that of a pregnant woman. The weight in his gut felt so right, like he had been meant to do this for a long time now. Brayden’s muscular legs waved around in the air like thick noodles, ready to be slurped down. The hungry man tilted his head back and closed his eyes, listening to the slimy, wet sound of Brayden’s legs slowly descending and joining the rest of him inside of his hungry stomach. Freddie moaned and rubbed his hands over his growing belly, enamoured with the feeling. His friend was much larger than him, in terms of muscle and height, yet Fred had managed to pack him away. Most of him, anyway. Brayden’s ankles and feet still lay exposed to open air. Eyes fluttering back open, Fred, completely entranced with his meal, gulped slowly, the sound deep and gentle like a flowing river. His friend’s feet disappeared behind his lips, and Freddie closed his mouth, sealing Brayden inside of his stomach. The predator’s hand traced the mass of Brayden’s feet down his throat and into his stomach, feeling his midsection round out and grow for the last time. For the both of them, this was pure bliss.

At last, the entirety of Brayden was inside of Freddie’s hungry belly. What’s odd, Freddie still felt like he could fit more in there. However, that didn’t change the amazing and sumptuous feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment Freddie felt for fitting Brayden behind his abs. The college kid hefted the mass of his stomach up then dropped it back down, listening to Brayden slosh inside of there like it was some funnel water slide. He felt amazing in his stomach, and rubbed along the curve of his gut to let him know. Leaning against the fridge, Freddie whispered, “You feel great in there, Bray. Thank you man.”

Brayden pushed a hand out on Fred’s gut, showing his friend that he heard. Inside the sweltering, noisy belly, Brayden responded with, “Took you long enough, dude. Enjoy.”

Feeling the movement within, it caused a lot of gas to stir up inside Fred’s belly. He was suddenly very worried that the other two friends might find out about this, and this upcoming burp wasn’t going to help. Fred touched his belly softly, trying to signal to Brayden to calm down in there. Brayden interpreted this in the opposite way, and he started to squirm as much as he could, making Fred’s stomach expand further with all of the gas that needed release.

If Fred knew anything about belching (and, he most definitely did), it was that the more you try to hold them back, the bigger they get. Still, out of sheer panic and guilt, he swallowed down more air to hold this back. If his friends heard a burp this loud, they would definitely come to the kitchen to see the damages of the food he ate. When they would be met with his enormous, wobbling, noisy belly, not a single piece of real food touched, and a mysteriously invisible Brayden, they would probably put it together, which Freddie didn’t want. Now he secretly cursed Brayden for being so insistent about his gut, forcing himself down there when their best friends were literally in the adjacent room. Faced with an increasing discomfort, a squirming meal, and no other option, Freddie let it out, hoping to gain control of the situation immediately afterwards.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Okay, so, his hope that maybe this belch wouldn’t be that noticeable since he let it out early was dashed. The apartment complex’s very foundations shook as he unleashed the monstrous belch, and with it, a wet, spit-soaked tank top that belonged to Brayden. Shit. Now, he had Brayden’s discarded clothes, a noticeably moving belly with his best friend inside, and two friends who just got up to start walking towards the kitchen. He let out another smaller, yet still impressive burp out of sheer anxiety.

BBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

“Dude what the hell was that—” Will walked into the kitchen to see his friend’s massive belly and wet clothes he held in his hand. Alex shortly followed in behind him and froze alongside Will.

“Okay, guys,” Freddie started, slowly rubbing his belly in an attempt to seem a little more charming, “I need you to hear me out when I say this…”

#male vore #gay vore #male prey #male pred #same size vore #m/m vore

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chokiechips · 1 day ago

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Yandere Head Canons: Wally Darling

For some reason, yandere and obsessive Wally (ahhh pookie <3) seems so obvious, and i can't help but see it! It's so in his nature. Hope you enjoy!

Themes: yandere a smidge, lil fluff, delusional yandere, obsessive traits

I would think when he first meets you, it would probably be much later after the first episode of the Welcome to the Neighborhood series is aired.

He would probably know you as one of the new characters there, just a simple minded little person who has no clue what's going on behind the scenes and is just happy to be there.

He would be pretty alright with you at first like the other neighbors, maybe joining the other neighbors in their day-to-day activities, picking up mail at the post office, or having fun with Frank and Julie.

You start to notice him more often, and of course, being a great neighbor, you JUST have to get to know him. oh if only you knew how bad a decision this must be.

You feel excited at first, standing in front of the front door of Home, an apple pie in your hand, just to make peace with your neighbor and make a possible friend! Just in case, you talked with Julie and Frank and got his likes and dislikes, afraid of not wanting to upset this person you haven't talked to yet.

After a few light raps to the front door of Home, you'd wait there patiently, hoping that Wally Darling is in. Immediately he opened the door, and lo and behold, it's Wally!

He lets you in, and can't help but notice the delicious fragrance of apple wafting from your hands into his nostrils. An apple pie? How absolutely lovely of you!

After several hours of talking and conversing about the Neigborhood itself, and the puppets that live here, you can notice how Wally slowly lets himself get comfortable with you, allowing you to switch with him to sit on his iconic yellow chair.

But oh, the way you sat propped up happily in it, your thighs crossed just right , your bright smiling eyes looking up at him, Wally can't help but think you're just made for this. Nothing bizarre of course, maybe Julie or Barnaby could fare just as well, but there's something just so special about you, he can't seem to put his finger on it!

Over the coming days, the rest of the neighbors grow suspicious of the lengthy hours you'd spend at Home, the way Wally would casually let you sit next to him at his front yard and paint Home with him. His brush sitting primly in your hand as you make an attempt at painting Home, creating some sort of mess. But Wally can't help but find it endearing. Look how Home responds to your painting, to your splash of colors! Home may be a little friendly, but Wally can't help but feel his heart feel gooey and warm at the way Home interacts with you. Would you like to live in Home with him? Home would love that!

Soon, Wally and you become practically inseperable, best friends even! Wherever you go, he's always sure to follow. The way his eyes dilate at the sight of you, the paintings of you he'd paint without fail, the little accidents you'd cause (definitely not by Home) that Wally would come to help fix, a large smile on his face. Of course he would help! You're his darling neighbor! or maybe the future Darling?

On a particular night, Wally and you chat over the episode that occured that day, smiling ear to ear about the silly things that happened, and the lessons learned that day. As you talk, you don't seem to notice the way Wally would lean onto every word you said, the way Home would ensure nothing, no furniture made a single noise, as you spoke.

Your word was key.

Friendliest neighbor he may be to everyone, but to you he would be more than friendly. He would do anything for you.

Until the name Howdy Pillar slipped from your mouth as you spoke.

Wally hands trembled at the thought of it, a smile plastered on his face as the thought echoed through his mind, your rambles continuing to echo throughout the living room.

A strand or two fell from his hairdo, eyes widening at the thought.

Howdy? Why him? You, Wally and Home were practically soulmates at this point!

Maybe it was time for some proving. Of how friendly Wally Darling truly could be.

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outsidersheadcanons · 2 days ago

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What type of girl do you think the gang thinks they'll marry and what is the actual perfect type of girl for them?

OOoh this is a fun one :DD

Darry

Starting w/ my fav. Darry thinks he'll never marry; he has a hard time thinking abt his future? He's a very "In the moment" person. I think he's had to be for so long he doesn't allow himself to really. dream for himself :(

I like to think he does eventually settle down w/ someone someday, maybe someone who's more quiet and thoughtful the way he is, but also someone he can count on the same way everyone else counts on him? I think they end up having a few kids together and having a happy, quiet life together <3

Sodapop

Sodapop wants to be w/ either a model or a movie star 😭 (he's definitely handsome enough to be with one tho.) More realistically he wants someone he can have fun with, someone who's just. down w anything like he is.

I think he eventually settles down w/ someone who's a little more structured. The perfect girl for him appreciates his energy and his wildness but also offers him balance? Maybe tells him what to do a little lol

Ponyboy

Dude's young 😭 Ponyboy's either HEAVILY against getting married ever (girls are YUCKY) or. ONLY if it's to Cherry Valance a special girl.

I think he ends up with an intellectual type like himself. Definitely someone smarter than him, someone he learns new things from every day. Someone who notices all the little things yk? And who thinks about things differently. Someone he could talk to for hours 👀

Johnny

Johnny's scared of marriage 💀 (look at his parents bro)

I think. if he survived. He would end up with someone a little more extroverted. He's always been a listener so. if she talked all the time to him? He would love that :D Maybe the girl he meets has a big family who loves him a lot too. But the most important thing? She would have to be a good listener. He doesn't talk a lot, but when he does it's important.

Dally

If you asked him if he wanted to get married he'd say smth gross like he wants 3 wives or smth 💀

The perfect girl for Dally is someone who wants him to do better for himself. Maybe someone who's also not afraid to step up to him and tell him what's what 😭 But he admires her and knows she's always there for him, even when he's vulnerable. Especially when he's vulnerable.

Two-bit

He wants a model or a movie star like Soda 😭 but in all seriousness. He wants someone he can joke around w/ and someone who can give him a shit ton of kids. It's kind of a secret fantasy of his to have a big family and lots of sons and daughters <3

I think Two-bit gets his dream 😭 he knows himself pretty well so it checks out.

Steve

Whoever's in Playboy that issue 💀 Or literally anyone with. dark blond hair. Steve likes blondes.

As for the person Steve ends up with... Sodapop Someone who's always up for a good time. I don't really see Steve having kids. Maybe he's the weird uncle who's shirtless on 4th of July 😭 All jokes aside. He needs someone who's the perfect blend of serious and silly. Someone who CAN handle the Randle, in his best and in his worst.

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #dally winston #steve randle #two bit mathews

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pedricos · 3 days ago

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fluffy alphabet with marc bernal !!!

Marc Bernal – A to Z, Fluff alphabet .ᐟ

a.n: im deeply sorry for the delay! hope u like it <33

warnings: tooth rotting fluff!!

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

he loves everything about you, nothing more or nothing less. but he loves your confidence the most!

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

he loveeees to grab your waist! he's passing by? hands on your waist. you're cooking? he's hugging your waist. you two are literally joined by the hip!

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

he doesn't mind being the little spoon, but he prefers when you are! he loves to snuggle in your neck and feel your perfume.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

he's not a fan of fancy restaurants, so just a picnic in the park, with a lots of snacks and laughs sound just like heaven to him!

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

he's very open about his feelings! if he's inscure, he'll tell you, if he's sad for some reason, he'll let it out to out. this man is a open book!

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

he thinks you two are too young to start a family now, but in the future, he seem himself being a girl's dad! and he hopes they come out looking just like you.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

its his love language! he doesn't let you spend a coin on him tho.. but he likes when you make him little handmade gifts and tries to make them too now and then

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

his hands are pretty sweaty by nature, he prefers when you two walk around with you holding his arm rather than holding hands.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

he takes care of you the most. if its a flu, he'll ask his mother to bring you soup, if it's an physical injury he's not letting you move a finger to do anything!

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

in your opinion, he's the funniest alive! he always have some joke to make about everything! the only pranks he'll pull on you are tiktok trends.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

loves, and i mean, loves to take it slow! he's a romantic kisser! he doesn't like to take it too fast, but sure enjoy the moment a lot.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

gift giving! he saw a cute bunny with a bow? he bought it! he saw a cat phone case? you already have five, all different colors!

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

the first time you slept together. it didn't happened anything, just two teenagers watching movies all night and eating take outs.. but the moment he saw you sleeping so soundly on his chest, he realized it.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

you leaving him for another player. he knows that there are lots of good players around there, that have more play time, that have better salaries.. he just can't bear the thought of it!

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

he's always coming up with a new nickname and never, ever, repeats the same one! and it's always the silliest things!

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

every pet name! cariña, guapa, gatita..

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

he'll spend time with you by teaching how to play video games! you always win, even if you just learned, but he proclaims he let's you win.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

kali uchis' songs were made for him and he also dedicates them to you.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

alongside with gossiping his friend's secrets, he's very open hearted about his own. you have all his trust in all subjects possible.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

you new eachother for a loong period of time, being childhood best friend's it was hard to tell if was just a strong bond or a crush, but after realizing it, maybe a year.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

he's sooo pouty! arms crossed, pouty lips and let the drama starts.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

he cannot shut up about you! his teammates know every step you take just by being 5 minutes with him.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you?)

he's not the strongest boy, so he would adventure throwing punches, but he's very protective over you.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

he always know. he knows everything! he realizes when you're sad, the exact time you got hungry.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

it was your birthday, you both sat with your feet in the warm pool by the sunset. the day was great, all of your friends were there and he was too. you two were being casual by now, but he was the one to take a step further that day.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

when you caresses his hair! he's on cloud nine when your fingers run throughout his locks.

im always scared of writing to him and it be too out of character.. but i hope im picturing right!

requests are openn again!! bye bye, hope u like it 💋

#pedricos!#marc bernal x y/n #marc bernal x you #marc bernal x reader #barcelona x reader #barcelona boys #fc barcelona #barcelona fc #imagine #a to z challenge #fluff alphabet #fluff a to z #boyfriend imagines

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scarararo · 3 days ago

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itadori yuji | you outshine everything, even the sun at its zenith

jjk fluff , wc : 920

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itadori yuji never really believed in the fact that fate was set in place. it could always be changed, and that if he worked hard enough, he would change something; anything. which was why he worked so hard at jujutsu high, working tirelessly to learn and grow his knowledge to save others. he who smiled like the world hadn't crushed him yet, he who smiled like his life wasn't a whirlwind ; as if one moment he was a typical high schooler, and the next he was fighting curses.

after all, he wanted to die an honourable death.

which was why he had always believed that his life was too short for something as fragile and delicate as love.

this belief tried to root it's way into itadoris heart, and it did; but that was until you came.

you, who changed how he thought, and how he wanted to grow.

it all begun when u joined shortly after he did, with both of you shadowing maki and yuta in their missions. he admired your courage, the way you flinched when you saw a curse, yet stood your ground and held your weapon high to fight.

more significantly, the more he got to know you, the harder he fell.

you stood by his side, through mission and mission, time and time again. despite the fact that it seemed like the world was trying to break him apart, you were like the glue that held him together- you made him feel like he could still hang on.

it was the little things that you did, which awed him every time.

little things like how you would save the last piece of food for him during dinnertime even though you pretended like you didn’t - and that you were just “full”. little things like how you would always put a blanket on him when he would fall asleep in the dining room. little things that seemed so insignificant, yet they spoke volumes. little banters, late talks at night, studying together, and looking out for each other - he felt complete when he was with you.

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“yuji, you have to be more careful, you can’t keep going so far out during battle - it’s almost as if you want to get eaten by a curse or something..” you huffed, dabbing antiseptic on his fresh wound after a battle you both had that evening.

“sure, you’re one to talk,” he retorted smugly. “if you hadn’t been so persistent on standing beside me instead of behind me, i would have demolished them in the blink of an eye!” he joked, chuckling to himself.

yuji worried about you. always wanting to protect you from the formidable world of curses that he knew all too well, wanting you to stand behind him so he would be at ease. he couldn’t physically bear to see you get hurt.

you rolled your eyes in response. “i’m not the one who throws myself into battles all day, every day. but i know someone who does…” you snap, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“i can handle it if i get hurt, but you…” he muttered, avoiding your gaze. you saw hesitation in his eyes before he spoke again, gripping his knee before his voiced dropped to something raw and vulnerable. “i don’t want to see you get hurt, i can’t bear to see it..” he trailed off.

silence hung in the air for a few seconds. it stretched between the two of you, unspoken and unbroken. the tension wasn’t thick, nor awkward. it was comforting, it was one that was filled with mutual care, warmth, and love.

you placed the bandages down slowly, looking at him with eyes full of love, placing your hands onto his. he lifted his head, finally meeting your gaze.

“i feel the same way, yuji. whenever i see you return with a new cut or scrape- or something even worse than that, something in me aches.” you begun, rubbing your thumb against his.

“but we can’t protect each other from everything. all we can do is fight for our lives, and live for each other. i want to see our future yuji…” you replied softly, tender voice comforting him like a warm hug.

you squeezed his hands, interlocking fingers with him. “if we live to see each other, thats more than enough for me” you smiled, gently easing the tension in the room.

yuji was never good with these types of flowery, romantic scenarios that seemed so strange and foreign to him. he knew that he shouldn’t promise someone a future, even if he wanted to - because forever was never a guaranteed for him.

however, under the dim light of the medical room, his heart echoed one thing and one thing only, and this, he was sure of.

“i love you, y/n.” he whispered.

your lips parted slightly, surprised that those words came out of his mouth, but then you smiled as you let out a chuckle.

“yuji, you outshine everything, even the sun at it’s zenith”, you said, voice like a gentle sigh.

no one had ever said something like that to him before, no one had ever looked at him the way you did, saw him above fighting, above the curse he had been burdened with, above his inescapable fate.

maybe fate had taken too much from him, but amidst the gentle luminesce from the soft lights, he thought to himself, maybe, just maybe, just this once, it had given him something too.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk itadori #yuji itadori #jujutsu itadori #itadori x reader #itadori x you #itadori fluff #jujutsu yuji #jujutsu x reader #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jjk yuji #fluff #jujutsu sorcerer

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chronicallyonline101 · 14 hours ago

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hiiii!!! if u feel like writing it i would love to request some rohan x fem reader headcanons or scenario where rohan's gf is also an artist but she's way more inexperienced than him. ty <3333

hi!!! i would love to do this it sounds so sweet! I am SO sorry for the wait, i've been pretty busy, BUT it's here now and i hope you enjoy!

Kishibe Rohan x Fem!Reader || Scenario + HCs - mostly scenario.

As much as it pains him to see you desecrate art in the way you do, I think Rohan would enjoy being with someone who is inexperienced in art.

Thanks to his career, and his stand, Rohan is naturally one of the best people there is at this kind of thing - people compliment him for it all the time, but it's special when it comes from someone he loves.

He wants your approval, and thanks to your inexperience, you're full of it; every time he creates something you're clapping your hands and singing praise and he devours it every single time.

However, it may be a little frustrating for him when you do start dabbling in the world of craft because wow, you really are new to this. That painting of a dog looks like a deformed cow.

He would offer to teach you, and you'd accept; but that would quickly fall down the drain because he has a very specific way of drawing - using Heavens Door - that literally no one else on Earth could achieve.

He also believes his art style is the best, and would try to convince you to use that instead of learning your own style.

But anyways, I can't think of any more HCs so lets just get on with what I'm good at - THE SCENARIO:

There was something so calming about art - the craft, the technique, the aptitude; each fine brush of paint against canvas, a blotch of ink to paper. It was soothing, and you felt silly for having only just picked up the hobby.

It was nice knowing that even with your inexperience, you could still create. And that's what you had been doing, that very afternoon - though late into the day, the sun continued to hang high in the air. Gentle golden rays of shimmering light flittered through your open window, splaying itself across your splattered canvas.

A smile settled across your lips at the sight, pressing a thin brush to the fabric for the last, small details. The lighting was perfect, displaying a visage of your boyfriend in the elegance he deserved - while you dipped your brush into a cup of water to clean it, you found yourself hoping that the sun would remain once you had made it to his place.

Yesterday, you had bought a fresh set of utensils; it had taken some brief self-encouragement, but in the late hours of the night you had picked them up and started sketching. With no real motif in mind, it hadn't surprised you to find a portrait of your partner sat before you. He had the face of a model; the kind of looks that were easy to detail, and though you hadn't slept a single wink last night, your efforts had paid off now that the work was done.

This was probably your best piece yet. Eagerly, you plucked the portrait from it's frame, wrapped it in thin, grease-proof paper to stop it from smudging, and tucked it into a large portfolio bag.

It took you no time at all to throw a jacket over your shoulders and slip out of the door - though the sun was high and the air was warm, there was a small breeze that flittered through the air, dragging along with it small, dry leaves and puffy clouds of pollen, a sign that soon, Spring would find itself curling around Morioh.

On a usual day, you'd likely find yourself bumping into a few friends or acquaintances on your way through the small town, but today you weren't bothered much. You supposed most of your friends would still be in work - blessed as you were to have a job that didn't involve a commute. It took you only a few minutes to reach your boyfriends house, and with a giddy smile held the large portfolio behind your back as you knocked at the door.

Kishibe Rohan didn't like being bothered.

Unless he was expecting someone, the likelihood of him opening his door to a random knocker was low; there was simply no need to. If it was urgent, they could call his landline.

When it came to you, however, he didn't mind being bothered. Living only a few minutes down the street from him, the two of you would frequently visit each others houses - you, more so coming to him than he did to you. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy visiting you, he was just always so busy during the day with his work and he knew that you would definitely come to him if you needed company.

Such is why you had a special knock - you would rap your first against the door in a particular rhythm, a melody unique to you, and he would recognise immediately who it was at his door.

Stuck in a block of what to do for his manga; hearing you knock at his door brought forth relief in his soul. As frustrating as it was to take a break from his important work, he at least at the restraint to recognise that perhaps a break was needed.

He wasn't sure what to expect when opening the front door to his house, but, seeing you try - and fail - to hide a rather large portfolio bag behind your back was not it. He eyed you up and down, growing sceptical.

"And what is that?" He inquired, tilting his body forward - a weak attempt at trying to see inside the bag. You quickly caught onto his snooping, and shifted the bag out of his view.

"Just wait," Was your gleeful chirp, ushering him aside so that you could flitter inside his house. Kicking off your shoes by the front door so that you could at least retain some semblance of respect, you quickly made your way past his stairs and into the main living area.

Startled, it took him a moment to clip the door shut once you had entered. He eyed you through his peripherals, before moving toward the kitchen.

"I'll put on some tea then."

"Oh, yes please!" You called out. With him distracted, you made swift work of unwrapping the portrait you had made - setting it up so that the fabric canvas was leant against the top of his coffee table.

It took a few seconds of setting up, but eventually, you had everything perfect. The canvas was angled in such a way that it bathed in the suns radiant glow. You stood in front of the picture, facing the doorway to the room; a cocky grin splayed itself across your lips when Rohan re-entered the room, a tray of tea clutched tightly in his hands.

He paused in the doorway. There was still a lilt of suspicion to his glare - he was unsure of what you were doing, but knew that you were up to something.

Slowly edging his way further into the room, Rohan placed the tray of tea on a table near the couch - a different one from the one you had been using for your artwork.

He crossed his arms over his chest, and with his brows furrowed, cocked his head to the side. "Can I see now?"

Giggling, you uttered out a jovial: "Yes!" And took a step to the side, allowing Rohan a full view of your artwork. "Look, I made you;"

Upon hearing that you had taken the time to make a portrait of him, Rohan's eyes lit up - he was a vain man, and the thought that you had been thinking of him enough to craft a portrait in his image pleased him greatly.

However, his excitement was quick to fade when he lay his gaze across the artwork. "Oh-!"

He gasped, his expression turning sour - the kind of sour where he had to bite his cheeks to stop himself from saying anything unsavoury. "Uh, that's... me?"

"Mhm! Do you like it?" You nodded your head, eager to hear his praises - It would be obvious that Rohan was exceptional at art, and so, you sought his approval more than anyone else's. His silence proved to be discouraging.

"It's certainly," He wanted to praise you, he really did. But, it was just so unflattering! Did you even look at a reference when you were making it, or were you doing it from memory? Or worse, did you have a pixelated polaroid? He couldn't even call it abstract, it was worse than that!

He swallowed thickly. "Well... it's,"

Your expression dropped, turning narrow the longer it took him to muster up a compliment. You crossed your arms over your chest, and with a huff, spoke out dully:

"I spent all night on it."

"Did you sleep last night?" His gaze flickered from the portrait to you. There wasn't concern in his tone, what you did in your spare time didn't bother him - you were an adult, and knew better than to stay awake late at night. He wasn't going to police you around like a parent.

When you shook your head, he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Ah... that explains it,"

His attitude was infuriating you. You had spent an entire night on that painting, and he couldn't even think of one nice thing to say? You were sure if you took it to anyone else, they would compliment it - but of course, you just had to try and impress the great and amazing Kishibe Rohan.

"Explains what?" You grumbled, rolling your eyes to the side sarcastically. He didn't take kindly to your sass, but spoke nothing on the matter.

Instead, he walked to the other side of the room. Prying open a set of drawers to pull out a small, A-4 notebook and a thin ink-pen. Your eyes followed his lithe figure as he walked back toward you, narrowing in suspicion when he then sat on the couch; moving a pillow out the way so you could sit next to him. You didn't give in to what he wanted.

"You mustn't spent all night on these things," He reprimanded, frowning when he realised you were being petty. He was only trying to teach you: "It wears you out. You need to take breaks to ensure your skill doesn't deplete."

You said nothing on the matter. Huffing in disapproval. You didn't need to be taught, you just wanted appraisal - when he realised you weren't coming, he rolled his eyes and repeated a small:

"Look, come here," But offered no chance for you to move of your own accord. An invisible force seemed to push you forward, guiding you rather forcefully toward the couch where you were then plonked down.

Before you could even register what was happening, you found yourself flushing. His hand had coiled its way around your back and he held your hand with his, slipping the ink-pen between your fingers. He used your hand as a sort of puppet; pressing the tip of the pen to the paper gently.

With his lips close to your ear, Rohan murmured a quiet: "I'll show you how." You were flustered, but made no move to stop him - maybe your inexperience was a good thing after all.

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