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soldiersgirl · 1 day ago

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your latest posts have me thinking of ben with a perv younger gf reader that has too much energy and talks his ears off for fun 😩

she matches his freak so well that sometimes he's a little dumbfounded ughh

this INSPIRED ME to write a small drabble for it, i just couldn't resist bc she is me and i'm her

summary — just annoying the grandpa x

cw — reader x soldier boy. smut 18+ (if you squint), cursing, flirting, drinking, sarcasm, teasing, billy and hughie make a small appearance.

word count — 1690 words

sure, flirting had been different when ben was younger, but this? the modern way of flirting? even he was out of his depths at times and that certainly took some serious skill and courage to silence him.

it had all started innocently when butcher had reached out to you for a "favour", as he called it. so what, a guy saves your life once and now you owe him? fuck sake.

"babysitting? do i look like a teenager trynna earn some pocket money?" you groan on the phone to butcher.

"listen love. easy gig, quick cash. it couldn't be any fucking simpler. you just need to keep the git alive and out o' trouble, yeah? even you could fucking figure that out." he mumbles in reply.

"what do i get out of it?" you huff as you bend down to tie your shoes, knowing you were going to agree to it, no matter what, but why not tease billy while you're at it?

"get out of it? the cheek on you is astounding. fuck, listen. you get to fuckin' relax and i'll pay for your bloody dinner and give you 100 for it, alright?"

"alright, alright." you hold your phone between your head and shoulder as you pull on your jacket. "text me the address and i'll be there in twenty." you replied. billy merely groaned and then the dial tone. "dick." you scoffed before checking your texts, pulling on your headphones and heading out into the wild jungle of new york.

much to your surprise, your "favour" wasn't as small as billy had made it sound on the phone when you finally showed up at the dingy apartment, alongside him and hughie. you step inside and immediately the smell of sex, weed and fast food overwhelms you as you gaze around at the abandoned take-away boxes and half-drunk whiskey bottles. a towering figure wanders out from the bedroom dressed in grey sweatpants and a new york giants button up t-shirt and a lit joint dangling from his lips. your eyes connect, mirroring the same expression of confusion and disbelief.

"who the fuck is this?" the man huffs as he takes a hit from his thick joint and studies you.

"yeah, butcher..." you turn and cock your head at him in disbelief. "who the fuck is this?" you jut your thumb behind you and hear him let out a low chuckle before both him and butcher erupt into a fit of laughter. you stare at hughie for an ounce of help but he looks equally as uncomfortable as you. "billy, when you said babysit, i thought you meant for a fucking 5 year old or something!"

"alright sweetheart, i am 105 so, close enough and i don't need no cock-suckin' babysitter anyway." he swaggers closer and sits down at the cluttered, rickety kitchen table and takes a swig of the closest whiskey bottle.

"you're literally not helping the situation, grandpa." you turn and sneer at him. he only guffaws and inhales more of his joint.

"what a firecracker you've got yourself there, butcher. if she doesn't rope in her fuckin' attitude, i can't guarantee she's alive when you come back." he says calmly, as if it's the most normal thing to say. you jerk forward but butcher and hughie quickly pull you back.

"excuse us a minute, mate." butcher smiles and drags you into the hallway as you continue to protest and shout insults at the asshole.

"you've finally lost your mind if you think i'm fucking sticking around and babysitting an actual murderer." you begin, but butcher quickly cuts you off.

"listen love, he's just kidding, alright? the fella's 105, right? he's doped up on all kinds of meds, he can't hurt a fly right now. plus, he's saving his energy so you're not in any real danger. trust me." billy sways as he gives you that devilish smile, you've grown to know too well. "just keep soldier boy entertained and busy, let him talk your fucking ear off. doesn't get easier." he shrugs.

"... soldier boy?" you pause. butcher rolls his eyes and with the help of hughie, they quickly describe their catastrophic trip to russia and discovering the bastard was still alive and how they plan to use him to stop homelander. you can only nod and hum as you try to absorb the severity of the situation, but with a grain of salt.

"alright. look, i'll 'babysit' him this once." you use air quotes before running your hands over your face, not believing what you're agreeing to. "but this, this is fucking crazy."

"yeah, yeah. thanks, love." butcher huffs before dragging you back into the apartment and explaining the situation to soldier boy before handing him another bag of miscellaneous pills. they wish you luck and stuff some bills in your hand for dinner and suddenly, it was just you and the 105-year old man-child stuck together.

the first few hours flew by without an incident and you weren't quite sure how you had managed to listen to his incoherent rants about modern society and the state of feminism without losing your mind. it might have something to do with the fact that he could explode and kill you at any moment, but it could be also be because he offered you good weed in return which made everything much more tolerable.

you had eaten some cheap-ass pizza from a nearby restaurant before settling down with a beer or two and watching whatever was showing on his shitty tv. you would occasionally hum or nod in agreement to whatever nonsense he spewed just to keep him sated; he was so into hearing his own voice that it didn't register to him that he had barely heard yours.

until you were moaning and groaning his name as he ruthlessly thrusted himself into you right there on the same couch, with your ankles dangling above your head and his hand firmly around your throat. you weren't sure how this happened or escalated, but you definitely weren't complaining as you marvelled at his toned body and handsome features. the sly, fox-like grin and matching mischievous eyes, toussled chestnut, brown hair and jawline you could cut yourself on. he pounded into your slick folds at a delicious pace, slowly dragging himself in and out of you and gazing in awe at where your bodies connected. his back scratched up and your throat littered with love bites; leaving little gifts for one another on each others bodies.

you let him take out his years of frustration and pent up anger on your body as you laid and relished in the sensation of it; welcoming every word that slipped past his plush lips and every grab from his calloused hands with a grin on your face as multiple orgasms washed over you and ebbed away at your previous hesitations. and that's how it started, this thing between you and ben.

it wasn't exactly healthy and didn't always work out, considering the amount of times you'd get into shouting matches with the older supe, but billy now had a reliable baby-sitter, so he wasn't going to complain.

"jesus christ, do you ever shut the fuck up?" ben groans as you complain about the state of his apartment, finding pizza crusts scattered around, as well as finding weapons and drugs just laying haphazardly in places where you'd least expect them.

"only when your cock is stuffed into my mouth." you state matter-of-factly as you're bent over and letting your eyes glance over the sad contents of it; a few beers, the aforementioned knife and one expired milk cartoon. ben visibly freezes and splutters, the beer in his mouth catching in his throat. you snap up, slam the fridge and give him a wink whilst hiding your small smirk. there is nothing you loved more than getting under his "thick" skin. you start unpacking the groceries you had gotten for you both; it was going to be another long night of keeping him in line and unlike him, you actually needed to eat.

"back in my day, ladies wouldn't have a mouth on 'em like you do." he scoffed, trying to act like your words weren't affecting him they way you know they were.

"you know ben? you're so fucking stuck in the past, that you have no clue how to function here! we're all trying to help you but you're just too fucking stubborn," you start and he lets out a groan as he knew what this meant; another one of your long tirades about whatever was occupying your mind. he was getting a taste of his own medicine, so he tried to keep his complains to a minimum as he settled into the kitchen chair and watch you with a beer. you rant for a little while and all he does is grunt and him, knowing it's better to just let you talk then to interrupt you; he's unsuccessfully tried a few times.

"looks like i need to fuck you harder to get my fuckin' message across." he just grumbles as you finally sit down opposite him with a scowl.

"if you're not careful, i'll fuck you harder and show how you a real women works these days." you laugh as ben takes over your previous scowl and just shakes his head. "oh ben, i am a ride that you wouldn't survive." you wink dramatically and to his dismay, he blushes before knocking back the rest of his beer.

"i should've stayed in the fucking '50's." he groans and runs his hands over his face, rubbing his beard as his tired eyes glance over you.

"but then, you wouldn't have experienced me bouncing on you, crazy style." you pout, leaning forward and grabbing his hands. he abruptly stands up and sighs before announcing that he needed a fucking nap and a bottle of jameson before he could handle anymore bullshit from you. you're left sat with a shit-eating grin, knowing that in an hour or two, he'll come crawling back and begging to hear you talk dirty to him as he pounds into you.

a/n: idk what this is but here we are. this is what my brain conjured up and honestly, this took too long for me to write, so im sorry anon that this is so late </3 -`♡´- tag list: @bluemerakis @legalmente-loca @faiszt @vmiina @emeraldcrs @briiverse @figthoughts @sl33pylilbunny @jasvtsc @silverwoodlynx @kayleighwinchester @bejeweledinterludes @yooyieu @nperoconelcositoarriba @lanasgirlfr @velvetdandeli0n @iluvdeanwinchester @doeinlace @cowboysandcigarettes @daylighted (comment or inbox me to be added)

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yaseraphine · 1 day ago

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pick a card 5 - what are people's first impressions of you ?

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my last post : your 2025 main lesson and themes.

Pile 1

10 of cups, King of Swords, 9 of Wands, 7 of Swords, 4 of Wands, The Sun, The Lovers, Death

Mischevious, Cunning, Manipulative in a flirtatious way ??, flirtatious, funny, Victorious, Happy, Fun to be around, Doesn’t take responsibility for things, Playful, Too unserious, Hot and sexy, Hot n Fun, Short n Sweet, Wet n Wild, If you��re a woman, people might think you easily get super wet (what is wrong with people respectfully 💀), Femme fatale/fboy boy, You look like trouble pile 1 not gonna lie lmaoo, Too hot to handle, People assume you’re a cheater or just kind of sneaky but all of that dark energy comes out somehow really playful ?? At first glance you exude strong Gemini and Aries energies : kind of childish and playful, really “oopsie daisy”. They’re impression is that you’re the type of person that plays dumb when you get called out for your misbehavior. People might think you are commitment phobic, A player but people don't even mind to be heartbroken if it's you : “I don’t care if I get played by them tbh” people lowkey want to get heartbroken by you (people are crazy 🤡)

People’s first impressions of you is that you’re a firecracker. Pile 1 I keep on seeing Maddy from Euphoria and Megan Thee Stallion’s Realer era, Pimpin is a song that plays in the background when you’re walking in the street lmaoo You look like you're always in a badass edit

I am hearing the lyrics “she bad mix the ratchet with the classy ooh so bad i just couldn’t let her past me no i told her “shawty, you so right but you so wrong”. Pile 1, you definitely got that aaah (reference to that one tiktok sound of She Knows - Ne-yo feat Juicy J and T pain). You literally make people do double takes on you.

People directly assume if you came into their life, you would ruin them but they would consent to their own self destruction because of how hot you are.

People's first impressions of you is that you’re a master manipulator, but not a horrible one that genuinely leaves others traumatized forever. You’re flirty, sometimes on purpose, sometimes not, but it's mostly people's delusions and projections that hurt them more than anything. They just assume things when you never meant anything, and honestly I don't even think you give people mixed signals. People mix them up by themselves. Like you smile at them just out of politeness and people are like “ damn they're into me or what ?!” What kind of people are around you Pile 1 ? Never met this level of delusion in my life 😭☠️

Something extremely strange about those impressions is that I don’t think people think you’re toxic ?? Which is a bit weird because I have been only describing manipulative behaviors… Pile 1, your energy is really complex to grasp and it stirs intense and contradictory reactions inside people when they first meet you.

I am getting people make a lot of assumptions about you because it’s not just first impressions. People project a lot on you, probably because you are really attractive and people seem to not be able to think a hot and sexy person can be a good and kind hearted person ??? These people are projecting hard literally

People’s first impressions of you is that you are a really sunny person, a really bright and happy go lucky person.

They also instantly get that you probably got a lot of suitors and people at your feet, waiting for their chance with you.

When they talk to you, I feel like people get really insecure and they instantly start to compare your life (i mean the 1000 assumptions of what your life is like that they created in their heads on the spot...) and compare it to their own lives. They compare your eloquence, your energy, your aura, the energy and the vibes you exude with their lack of charisma and presence. I don’t know if you’re around a lot of insecure people but be careful, some of them are secretly waiting for your downfall because of how jealous they are of you.

The type of people that are jealous of you instantly when they first see you are generally the same gender as you. If you’re a man, they compare for example how healthy your hair are, how women are easily attracted to you and follow you everywhere you go . Not going to lie it’s giving Chad VS Nice guy/ Incel kind of dynamic. Like they're internal dialogue would probably something like : “ Nice guys finish last anyways… I am sure he treats girls bad and is a player and girls still love him…It's so fucking unfair.” (such a low vibrational energy yikes 🤢). If you’re a girl, they compare your body, your smile, your makeup and how your outfits fit you perfectly , how their own crushes seem to like you more than them YET you don’t even pay mind to them (the jealous people’s crushes) lol

Pile 1, I would advise you to be extra protective of yourself and your energy. Your spirit irritates a lot of people’s demons.

I find it interesting because this pile is heavy on gender dynamics, power of attraction,... Most of you here are probably straight, or bisexual at least. I don’t see much queer action going on. You also have a really young and fresh energy so you are probably in your 20s.

You incite a lot of hate, jealousy and envy from the same gender. And you incite a lot of obsession, desire and admiration from the opposite. You incite so much jealousy just by your presence, and it happens almost systematically and starts right when people meet you for the first time. I feel like you might have lilith somewhere prominent in your chart, first house, harshly aspected with your ascendant, also Neptune dominance.

People look at you and they instantly think to themselves “this person should star in a movie, what are they doing working in at the local Walmart ??” or “they should be in the cover of vogue. Why are they in college ? They're too hot to be sitting in a classroom all day ?!!”

Something I am getting from all this channeling is that people's first impressions of you are generally extreme, and mostly false 💀 Different people have different assumptions about you, but everyone seem to agree that you first come across as a heartbreaker and a player. Basically pile 1, you look like trouble at first glance.

The quote I got for you is a beautiful one from Carl Jung : “People will do anything, no matter how absurd, to avoid facing their own souls”

MUSIC : Pimpin by Megan Thee Stallion / Ne-yo feat Juicy J, T-pain - She Knows (Remix) 2014

Pile 2

Ace of Wands Rx, 5 of Wands, 4 of Wands, 6 of Swords, 2 of Swords, 8 of Cups, The Hanged Man, 5 of Pentacles

People’s first impressions of you is that you’re really closed off and standoffish. Really protective over your energy, your time and your space. You appear somehow aggressively defensive, really “get out of my way bitch” type of energy.

People’s first impressions are that you’re holding on to a lot of pain and hurt which, in result, makes you really hostile. People can see at first glance that you have been through a lot of negative experiences in life, which made you in return cold and distant.

Pile 2, you give the energy of a black cat, and you hiss at any person trying to approach you too closely. You really have that lone cat energy.

You have the vibes of someone that bites back. I am hearing the audio “Get your fucking dog bitch!! “ / “It don’t bite.” / ‘YES IT DO !!!”. People think you will jump on them at any given moment if they say something that you don’t like,...lol

When they first meet you, people try to be really careful with their words because they are scared that if they say something wrong, they will cross you. If you’re with a group or someone else when people first meet you, they will avoid, out of fear, to directly engage with you, and will observe how your friends or the people that are with you handle you so they can do the same.

Pile 2, people’s first impressions of you is that you are scary as hell lmaoo

You give people the impression that you’re judging them in a way. You might unintentionally side eye people a lot. You make people uncomfortable with your standoffish attitude.

Now, this pile is divided in two sub-types :

you are perceived exactly like what I described above : really bitchy vibes, no bullshit energy. You’re protective of your energy because you have a lot of self-respect and don’t want people to disrespect the way some did to you in the past.

The second type, you are like this not really because of self-respect but because there is an underlying insecurity, something particularly broken inside of you. It feels almost like you put up this front of confidence and assertiveness and people usually can see right through it. If you’re faking it until making it a lot of people upon their first impressions pick up on that.

These two sub-types can be blended too, like you could be both at the same time or perceived as both at the same time. (I don’t know if this makes sense )

People’s first impressions of you is that you are really authoritative and controlling. You probably have a really tight schedule that you don’t like to change for anyone. You look like you don’t like to compromise or work in groups. Their first impressions of you are also that you don’t really like change, you don’t like incompetency, and that you have a really good skincare routine (??random as hell lmaoo).

People think you eat healthy boring food, like bland porridge for breakfast and a bland salad with almost no seasoning, that you snack on overtly expensive cereal and protein bars that taste like grass (people are really funny i swear this is so hyper specific)

I think their first impressions get them to make a few assumptions on you for a few minutes, but then they move on with their lives like “well i don’t know good for them” or “let them be”. People don’t want to get too carried away in the impressions they have of you and the assumptions they make from it because they don’t want to disturb your peace. Like you have an energetic protection that gives them a limited amount of time to ponder on who you might be. Like I am seeing a system almost like the one in Inside out, a little creature, a fairy or a guardian angel, coming into the person’s mind and starting the timer the moment they stare at you or interact with you for the first time with their foot tapping on the floor and their eyebrows frowned, looking over their watch each second ticking with growing impatience. People feel like they have to go through tests to be allowed to think of you deliberately.

Pile 2, you have really protective guardian angels damn ! They tolerate no bullshit congrats!!

QUOTE : healed people hear differently

SONGS : Focus - Saweetie / Plan B - Megan thee Stallion / Here - Alessia Cara

Pile 3

King of pentacles, The Star, 7 of swords, 10 of Pentacles, Ace of Wands, 10 of Wands, 5 of Cups, Death

When I first started shuffling for your pile, High Maintenance of Saweetie started playing. Pile 3, you’re standing on business ! It was especially this lyric that stood out to me :

“See I'ma rider but nah I ain't a die

'Cause I wouldn't take a bullet for a n***a, that's a lie”

People’s first impressions of you is that you are a workaholic with all your life figured out. You have a clear path of where your life will take you.

People’s first impressions of you is that you’re extremely busy and productive, but, despite that, you are not a robot that does things mindlessly and repetitively. No, you are your own unique person, you have a clear and higher vision, you seem like a complex individual with a mind of your own.

People’s first impressions of you is that you are a complex individual, with many layers. Instantly, people want to get to know you and get closer to you. They want to know your backstory, and what led you to be so passionate about everything you do today. They want to know how you seem to manage everything in your life so gracefully.

People’s first impressions of you is that you are a deep soul that learned to make peace with the lighter side of life. You know when to let go and have fun, and when to cling onto things and be serious about things.

People’s first impressions of you is that you’re beautiful, I am even hearing “striking”.

People perceive your beauty as being ethereal. It’s not an instagram model type of pretty or handsome, it’s more sophisticated, it’s unique, it is just “you”.

Maybe a lot of you are not conventionally attractive, you have a particular physical trait, something that makes you stand out instantly. It usually disturbs people a bit when they first meet you like “Oh!...”. I don’t know if you get what I am trying to say lol It is like you’re a woman with really thick and black body hair, but, instead of hiding them or shaving them, you just let them be there. You don’t really care much whether people see them or not. It could also be that you have back acne, and this does not stop you from wearing tank tops or just let them be visible. You don’t try to make a bold statement by doing this, because you’re just like “It’s natural what can I do about this ? It is what it is.” . People immediately pick up on this type of mentality from you. People want you to teach them how to do it. I am hearing “Teach me your ways master” lol . You seem really wise and you know how to not take everything personally. Really an old soul.

Back to the physical trait thing (because I think people scrutinize your face a lot when they first meet you), you might have a roman nose, or you might look really “ethnic” or “exotic” to people. Maybe you’re a POC in a predominantly white environment, or you just look quite different from your peers.

-> Ok guys, I am picking up on something INSANE. People who would usually bully others for that physical trait you have, sense your strong self-respect and energy and are instantly subconsciously afraid to make fun of you or to try to belittle you. This is actually so fucked up what… I don’t know what is going on in this entire reading but a lot of low vibrational energies were channeled. Anyways. I feel like you grew up being the weird kid that grew into your features and personality, and now, retired high school bullies (not the one that bullied you, if it happened, just general retired high school bullies) lowkey sense they would have bullied you in the past if you were in the same class as them but now can’t do it because it’s lame and not socially acceptable for adults to do shit like that.

People are kind of scared to sit in your energy for too long when they first meet you and have their impressions about you because they feel like their energies are not high vibrational enough for them to be allowed to sit in your powerful energy for too long ?? Lol You intimidate people a lot but they don’t know why, they just feel the urge to shut the f up in your presence and just bathe in your energy silently ?? Weird

Okay Pile 3, keep it up , never let people dim your light ! Your soul has a powerful pure essence that will take you far in life.

QUOTE : My soul has traveled long and far to find yours

SONGS : Froot - MARINA / High Maintenance - Saweetie / Icy - ITZY

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a-d-nox · 2 days ago

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pac/pap: a letter from your future spouse

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pile 1

i wonder what you’re doing right now. are you chasing a dream you’ve started to question? laughing with friends who see only parts of the real you? or are you like me - reflecting on the strange twists life keeps throwing your way, trying to make sense of how it all fits together?

i don’t have all the answers, but i know this: our story is unfolding exactly as it should. the setbacks, the detours, the heartbreak - it’s all shaping us, preparing us for the moment our lives finally align. even in the moments when you doubt that there is light ahead, know that i see it clearly. you’re the hope i keep reaching for, even in the dark.

i often imagine meeting you for the first time. maybe it’s ordinary - a passing glance, a casual conversation. but there will be something unshakable about it. something in the way your smile catches me off guard or the way your voice pulls me in. i’ll know it’s you. and even if i don’t say it right away, you’ll feel it too.

right now, i’m still figuring things out. life’s been throwing me in every direction, and i’m just holding on, trying to steer clear of what i can. the funny thing about fate is how it works even when you don’t see it coming. every choice i’ve made, every chance i’ve taken, has brought me closer to you.

when the time is right, i’ll be ready to step up for you, for us. i’m not the person i was yesterday, and i’m still becoming the person i want to be. there is one thing i know for sure: when we meet, i’ll choose you - again and again, every day, through every celebration and every challenge.

yes - there will be celebrations. i want to laugh with you until we can’t breathe, to celebrate to our wins, big and small, and to hold you close when the night winds down. i want to share your joy, your dreams, and every quiet moment in between. you’re the person i want standing next to me through it all.

until then, i’ll keep working on myself, learning from the lessons life throws my way, and holding space for you in my heart. when fate turns in our favor and our paths finally cross, i’ll be ready to give you my love, my devotion, and my whole damn soul.

yours,

future spouse

pile 2

i’ve been lost before. trapped in my own cycles, chasing goals that felt hollow or moving too fast to notice what i was really missing. there were times i poured my energy into the wrong things, thinking that success or control could fill the void. but life has a way of humbling you, of forcing you to stop, slow down, and face the truth: none of it matters without you.

you’re the one who will make me want to be better - not out of obligation, but because i’ll see in you everything i’ve been searching for. you’re my anchor and the softness in need in my life, the one who shows me that love isn’t about perfection or performance, but about presence. when i look at you, i’ll see everything i didn’t know i needed - warmth, patience, and a kind of beauty that radiates from the inside out.

i know i’ve taken the long road to get to you. sometimes i’ve been stuck, unsure of what to do next, afraid to leave what felt comfortable, even when i knew it wasn’t enough. but you’ll be the one who changes that. with you, there will be no fear, no hesitation - only a deep, undeniable pull that i can’t resist.

you have this power, don’t you? to nurture and create, to transform whatever you touch into something extraordinary. you’re a queen in every sense of the word - abundant, radiant, and endlessly giving. i want you to know this: you don’t always have to give. you don’t always have to hold everything together. with me, you can let go. you'll be able to lean on me. i’ll be the one to carry the weight when you’re tired, to remind you how much you’re worth, even when the world forgets.

i know i’ll mess up sometimes. i’ll stumble, i’ll falter, and i’ll get caught in my own head. but i promise i’ll never stop trying. i’ll never stop choosing you. even in the moments when it feels like we’re standing still, i’ll be there, holding your hand, reminding you that we’re exactly where we’re meant to be.

there’s no moving on from you. no walking away, no running from the love i know we’ll have. you’re the one i’ll keep coming back to, again and again, because you’re home. and when we’re together, i’ll spend the rest of my days showing you just how much you mean to me.

my heart is your's,

future spouse

pile 3

if you’ve felt a restless pull in your heart, know that i feel it too. i’m not the kind of man who sits still for long - i’ve always chased what makes me feel alive, even when i didn’t fully understand what i was after. somewhere along the way, i realized what i’ve been searching for is you.

you’re the spark in the distance, the promise of something more. i can feel your energy even now, calling me to move, to grow, to become the man you deserve. i’m not perfect—sometimes i charge ahead too fast, speak before i think, or get caught up in chasing every wild idea that crosses my mind. but one thing i know for sure: when i meet you, everything will fall into focus.

you’re the kind of person who could make a man rethink everything. your passion, your curiosity, your fire - i want to match it and watch us both burn brighter together. with you, every day will feel like an adventure, every moment full of discovery. i want to know your mind, your dreams, and your wildest ideas. i want to be the one who makes you laugh so hard you forget to breathe and who listens when you need to share the thoughts you’ve never spoken aloud.

but i also want you to know this: i’ll be the one who gives you space when you need it. life isn’t always about the chase; sometimes, it’s about the stillness. when the world gets too loud, when the fire feels like it’s burning too hot, i’ll be there to remind you to rest. i’ll be your calm in the chaos, your quiet in the storm.

i know we’ll make mistakes - together and apart. we’ll say the wrong things, take the wrong steps, and sometimes, we’ll need time to figure it all out. but isn’t that part of the beauty? love isn’t about perfection; it’s about showing up, learning, and growing side by side.

i can’t wait to see where life takes us, to chase the wild unknown with you by my side. you make me want to dream bigger, run faster, and still, somehow, savor every single moment. i’m ready to throw myself into this with you, no hesitation, no regrets.

until we meet, i’ll keep searching, learning, and preparing for the day when i get to call you mine.

yours always,

your future spouse

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astrolook · 1 day ago

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Sun in the houses:

Let's see what happens how sun behaves in all these houses, both positive and negative. Mind you that every planet in any house or sign can exhibit both positive and negative traits and can manifest in a person.

Sun in 1st House: I’m not saying I’m the center of the universe, but... I kinda am. 🌞🌍

You just get leadership. You don’t have to try; it’s in your blood. If afflicted, your leadership style might feel more like "dictatorship." You’re so sure of yourself that others don’t get a chance to voice their opinions.

Your positivity and belief in yourself make others think, “If they can do it, I can too!”. If Sun is afflicted, it can come off as "I'm better than you" rather than "I believe in myself."

You’re the life of the party! Your energy lifts the room and makes everyone feel involved. If afflicted, you might crave attention to the point where you overshadow others.

You set big goals, and you achieve them. There’s no stopping you once your mind is made up. If afflicted, friends and colleagues can feel like you’re so busy chasing success that you forget to check in on them.

Your dad probably instilled in you a sense of pride and self-worth that shaped who you are. If afflicted, your dad could be too demanding or proud of you, it can create some serious pressure. You might feel like you’re living for his approval rather than your own dreams, and that can lead to overcompensating or burning out.

Sun in the 2nd House: Money talks, but my self-worth yells! 💸🌟

You have a strong sense of self-worth, often tied to personal achievements. You know your value. If afflicted, You might tie your entire identity to material success, feeling inadequate or worthless without financial stability or possessions.

You are ambitious, striving to build financial security. Hard work often pays off. If afflicted, your financial instability may lead to insecurity or even an unhealthy obsession with money. You may be overly materialistic.

You’re usually careful with your resources but if afflicted, you could be prone to overspending or hoarding, unable to find a balanced approach to finances.

A father figure can be a source of inspiration and a role model in financial matters and work ethics. If afflicted, it could bring inheritance issues or you may feel that you never live up to his expectations.

Can exhibit workaholic tendencies, sacrificing personal happiness or family life for financial gain or status.

You have the potential to rise above financial challenges, but if afflicted, you could experience deep feelings of insecurity or even shame when you don't meet your own or others’ material expectations, possibly leading to cycles of self-doubt.

You might view love through the lens of material gestures or gifts, making it difficult to connect emotionally or romantically.

Sun in the 3rd House: Your ideas are shining bright, but good luck getting people to stop talking long enough to hear them!

You’re a natural communicator, your words carry weight. If afflicted, you might dominate conversations or struggle with listening, sometimes coming off as self-centered or dismissive of others' perspectives.

Close, possibly authoritative, relationship with siblings; they could be supportive, or you may take on a leadership role in your family. If afflicted, Conflicts with siblings or feeling misunderstood could arise, leading to tension and rivalry, sometimes even to the point of no contact.

Quick-witted and sharp but also can struggle with overthinking, becoming mentally scattered or overwhelmed by too many ideas at once.

You could excel as a teacher or mentor. If afflicted, a tendency to lecture or impose your ideas on others.

Enjoys frequent short trips. On the flip side, Travel may be more about running away from stress or distractions rather than meaningful exploration, leaving you feeling unsettled.

You naturally build connections with people in your immediate environment, making you very social and approachable. If afflicted, can come off as superficial or too eager to network.

You have a great sense of humor and can use wit to win people over in conversations. If afflicted, might use humor as a defense mechanism or to hide insecurities, sometimes crossing boundaries or coming across as insensitive.

Sun in the 4th House: Home is where your heart—and your ego—are, and good luck moving past your childhood room!

You deeply value your home and family, often finding identity in your roots and personal space. Sometimes, it can lead to clinging to the past or feeling stuck in old patterns.

Your self-esteem may become too tied to your home life, making you feel insecure or restless if things at home are unstable.

You may have a strong, nurturing relationship with your mother or a motherly figure, who plays a central role in your life. If afflicted, A dominant or overbearing mother could lead to conflicts or struggles with your own sense of self.

You have a deep appreciation for your heritage and traditions. If afflicted, You may be too focused on the past, unable to move forward or let go of old family patterns or unresolved issues.

You may find comfort and strength in your private life, but sometimes a strong need for privacy might lead to isolation or difficulty expressing yourself outside of your home or family setting.

Sun in the 5th House: You’re not just good at playing games—you’re good at being the star of them!

You have a strong need to express yourself creatively, often excelling in arts, hobbies, or self-expression. If afflicted, Can become too focused on being admired for your creativity, leading to vanity or insecurity when not recognized.

Life is a playground for you; you seek joy, excitement, and adventure in everything you do, but if afflicted, may seek too much pleasure, becoming careless or irresponsible, neglecting other important aspects of life.

You approach romance with confidence and passion but sometimes you might crave validation through romantic relationships, leading to drama or superficial connections.

If you become a parent, you’re likely to take pride in raising children and may have a natural ability to nurture and inspire them. If afflicted, can become overly focused on impressing your children or living through them, putting too much pressure on them or on yourself.

You are willing to take risks for excitement but on the flip side, A penchant for risk-taking could lead to reckless behavior or impulsive decisions, sometimes causing unnecessary harm to yourself or others and regrets.

Sun in the 6th House: You’re the go-to person for work, health, and making sure everything runs smoothly—unless you’re burnt out, of course!

You take pride in your work and have a strong sense of responsibility. You’re highly dedicated and reliable. If afflicted, it could be overburdening yourself with tasks and potentially leading to burnout.

You find fulfillment in helping others and often take on service-oriented roles where you can make a difference. Sometimes, you might feel taken for granted or unappreciated, especially if you put others' needs before your own, leading to frustration.

You are often very conscious of maintaining good health but sometimes you could become obsessed with health routines, leading to anxiety about perfection or overemphasis on minor health concerns.

You feel fulfilled by supporting or mentoring others, often excelling in roles that require service or care. You might struggle with self-worth if your efforts aren't appreciated or recognized, leading to resentment.

You possess strong mental and physical discipline and you may become overly critical of yourself or others if things don’t meet your high standards.

You’re excellent at identifying and solving problems but over-thinking or obsessing over problems can lead to anxiety or difficulty seeing the bigger picture, getting stuck in the minutiae.

Sun in the 7th House: You love being in the spotlight of relationships—just make sure you're not shining too brightly for your partner!

You thrive in close relationships and find your identity through your connections with others. If afflicted, you may become overly dependent on a partner for validation, losing sight of your individuality or putting too much pressure on the relationship.

You may take pride in your role as a partner or spouse and often invest deeply in committed relationships. If afflicted, You could place too much importance on marriage or partnerships, potentially attracting bad partners that are either possessive or just use you.

Your relationship with your father can have a significant impact on your views of partnerships. If your father was distant or authoritative, you may unconsciously seek partners who resemble him, leading to issues with power dynamics or unfulfilled needs.

You excel in negotiating and finding common ground in relationships but you may avoid confrontation or sacrifice your own needs to keep the peace, leading to resentment or unresolved issues.

Sun in the 8th House: You don’t just like to dive deep, you want to see what’s under the surface—and no, we’re not talking about the fridge!

You experience emotions deeply, with a strong ability to connect to others on an intimate level. beware, intense emotions can lead to emotional highs and lows, making it difficult to find balance or feel stable in your personal life.

You are fascinated by the unknown, with a natural curiosity about life’s deeper meanings, psychology, and even the occult. You may become obsessed with uncovering secrets, and sometimes, this can lead to unhealthy fixation or paranoia about what’s hidden.

You’re often able to emerge stronger from crises or difficult experiences but also you may become addicted to chaos or dramatic transformations, seeking out crises for the sense of power or transformation they bring.

You have an innate understanding of life's cyclical nature, and you often feel comfortable with the idea of death, allowing you to live more fully. This connection can turn into a preoccupation with mortality, possibly manifesting as anxiety or unhealthy fears surrounding death or loss.

If afflicted, a troubled relationship with your father, possibly marked by power struggles or emotional distance, could lead to unresolved issues or feelings of inadequacy that carry over into your relationships.

Sun in the 9th House: You're on a never-ending quest for truth, knowledge, and adventure—basically, a cosmic tourist with a PhD!

You are drawn to big ideas, philosophy, spirituality, and have a strong sense of purpose, often inspired by a higher calling or ideal. If the ideal is unattainable or unrealistic, you might feel disillusioned or disconnected from reality, leading to frustration or unrealistic expectations.

Travel, especially abroad, opens your mind and helps you grow as a person. If afflicted, leads to a feeling of being ungrounded or dissatisfied if you're unable to travel or explore as much as you’d like.

You might even study or work abroad. Your family could have mixed races.

You enjoy being a guide, especially when it comes to life’s big questions. If afflicted, can exhibit a tendency to be overly preachy or self-righteous could alienate others.

Sun in the 10th House: The spotlight is yours! You were born to be on stage—just don’t forget to thank your fans (or, you know, your boss)!

You’re highly motivated to achieve your professional goals and to be recognized for your efforts. If afflicted, you may become overly focused on career achievement, neglecting personal life or burning out from putting all your energy into work.

You care deeply about your reputation and public image, working hard to project a successful, competent, and reliable image. If afflicted, an excessive focus on public perception might lead to superficiality, a tendency to prioritize appearances over substance, or anxiety about how others view you.

Your career goals often play a significant role in shaping your sense of self. Achieving professional milestones boosts your confidence and sense of purpose. If your career is the only way you define yourself, failure or setbacks in your work life may cause a loss of self-worth or personal identity.

Your work is a vehicle for self-expression. You want your career to reflect your true talents and individuality. If your work doesn't align with your authentic self, you may feel you're not being true to who you are.

Your father may serve as a strong role model for career success, influencing your own professional aspirations and ambitions. If your relationship with your father was strained or critical, you may feel like you’re constantly trying to meet his expectations or prove yourself, which could cause you to chase success for the wrong reasons.

Sun in the 11th House: You’re the lonely butterfly with a mission— dreaming of changing the world one connection at a time!

You're that introvert in the extroverted setting. You could be surrounded by people all the time and still feel lonely. You prefer a one-to-one connection than a group setting.

You may become disillusioned or frustrated with the slow pace of change or people who don't share your level of commitment to causes, which could make you feel isolated or unsupported.

You likely to adopt kids or maybe you are the adopted kid. There is a possibility of having a step-father or divorced parent.

You're not one to conform easily and prefer to stay true to your unique self, even in social settings. Definitely, not a sheep.

You like to talk with strangers online and loves to spend time online. If afflicted, chronically online.

Sun in the 12th House: The spotlight is on you, but you’re hiding in the shadows—awkwardly shining in silence and doing some serious soul-searching!

You have a deep connection to your subconscious mind, offering insight into hidden aspects of yourself. This connection can bring about significant personal growth and spiritual awakening.

Could have had a relationship or a fling with a professor or teacher of some sort. Or was it just a crush?

You could shine by moving to other countries for studies or even work. You might feel like you don't belong here.

You could be working in a hospital, programmer, researcher, or just any "behind-the-scenes" jobs.

Have a tendency to avoid the spotlight. You might won't even show your face on social media.

Your father could be distant or could be that he is not there for you.

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spiderb00 · 1 day ago

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- ROMCOM

Megan Skiendiel x actress!reader

“Your girlfriend's birthday will always be special”

Genre – Fluff Warnings – none

Now playing – Feels Like, by Gacie Abrams

Your schedule has never been tighter, all your commitments seem to have got in the way. The recordings for the new season of Percy Jackson were in full swing, the interviews for events, the awards where your films were nominated, it was all so crazy. You never imagined that you would have a life as a Hollywood star, at least not when you were only nineteen, but it happened. You'll be eternally grateful for everything you've achieved and still achieve, but you couldn't deny how much you just wanted to relax at times.

Being recognized for your work was incredible, you could never deny that, but you knew you certainly weren't cut out for Hollywood. Sometimes you missed your simple life as a teenager, sometimes you wondered what it would be like if you had continued working in your father's small bookstore, but these thoughts soon faded when you remembered Megan.

Megan was one of the biggest reasons for you to face the difficult days, knowing that at the end of the day you could see her beautiful face, even if it was only by video call. Your girlfriend's energy always gave you the strength to keep fighting, you were just two young souls trying to unravel the world together, and that made you very happy.

You begged on your knees for Megan's managers to give you a few days with her, fortunately, they agreed after an assurance that you would be back on time. So you set everything up, called Megan's friends and got everything in place.

The island was beautiful, the resort was better than any hotel Megan had ever stayed in, and being with you made everything better. Hand in hand, you walked along the beach, enjoying the sand, the sun and the waves. You had fun with your friends, making fools of yourselves and laughing at the smallest things, just being teenagers for a few days.

Megan didn't think things could get any better, but you always exceeded her expectations.

It was early and you had a hard time getting Megan out of bed, the sun and all the previous day's activities making her more tired than usual. But when you finally managed to get her out of bed, you dragged her out of the room you two shared, keeping quiet so as not to wake any of your friends, who were sleeping in the rooms next door.

Walking quickly down to the beach, Megan and you were giggling playfully, Megan's chest felt like it was about to explode, the feeling of being in a romantic comedy movie was always present in her chest when she was with you.

“Come on, Meg. We'll miss the whole thing if you don't hurry.” You said, pulling the girl through the hallways of the hotel.

“I'm going as fast as I can, baby.” Megan said, the giggle she was holding back tickling her throat.

When you finally made it out of the hotel, you hurried even faster, pulling Megan closer to the pool. The girl wasn't even paying that much attention to your haste anymore, because now she had understood everything. Megan was looking up, impressed by the shades of purple and orange that were appearing in the sky. The sunrise was happening, the sensation Megan felt could not be compared to anything else.

Both of your steps became slower, and now Megan realized that you were on the beach, which was only a few meters from the resort. The sound of the crashing waves, the color of the sky, the sensation of warmth that was building up all over her body, the sand on her feet and the way your eyes shone in the specific light, made Megan's heart beat faster.

Still holding your hand, the Chinese girl felt like crying, but not from sadness, it was simply that feeling of love, soft and simple. That feeling of comfort and all those thoughts of how it could never end.

“Don't you think it was worth waking up early?” You asked, bringing Megan's hand to your mouth and kissing it.

Megan watched in amazement, every detail of the moment being stored deep in her heart. “Everything is worth it with you.”

Looking at Megan, you saw the way your girlfriend was looking at you. Her big eyes made you melt, and the way her hand fit into yours made your chest swell.

“I wanted some time alone with you, so I thought about it.” You said embarrassedly. Your cheeks were burning red, all because of the way Megan was looking at you.

Taking your face in her hands, Megan caressed your cheek, smiling at you before leaning in and kissing your lips. Your hands went to her waist with muscle memory, and your shoulders relaxed as soon as Megan sighed into the kiss.

“I love you.” The smile on her face made your smile appear.

You loved Megan, every detail of her made you feel like the luckiest person in the world, and all you wanted was to spend the rest of your life admiring her up close.

“I love you more.”

Hugging you, Megan laid her head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as she admired the different colors of the sky.

hi everyone, I hope you're all well.

this is really short because I'm running out of time, but I've wanted to make a fic with megan for so long that I had to make this one.

anyway, drink some water, stay safe

xoxo, spider.

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harmoonix · 2 days ago

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I wait for your love ♡

~ Valentines Edition 🤍 ~

Channeling Song:♡♡♡♡

Note for everyone reading this: I love that the Valentines happened to be on a Friday because it is the day of Venus. I hope that you celebrate the day of love even if you are single, because im sure you are loved beyond measure. 💗 by me, harmoonix ♡. Have a lovely reading.

- Venus aspecting the MC can indicate the love relationship being supported by many people. Having the relationship everyone likes and getting cool with it

- Earth Risings can possess a beautiful body. Their body might be beautiful naturally and that's what makes them special

- Libra Sun, Moon or Rising have a tendency to care too much for people. Sometimes going into extremes and getting hurt in the end

- Ariana Grande has Chiron in her 8th house of Leo, she craves attention from people who happens sometimes to be taken, she has to heal her trauma related to painful relationships

- Cancer Moons can crave lots of satisfaction in their relationships if they don't get it, these natives may end up feeling depressed

- Cancer Risings age beautifully as well. The moon ruling their 1st house helps by keeping their skin so good!! Angelina Jolie is also a good example

- Libra Mars or Mars at 7° 19° can feel trapped in relationships with people who don't share the same values as them

- 1° 13° 25° on Venus can indicate being new-ish with the relationships, you like to have long and passionate relationships and you may not date as many people as others

- 10° 22° degrees on ascendant can put a dark energy on you. Dark doesn't have to be bad. You just intimidate others

- Your Venus sign can also indicate how you feel about your ex after ending a relationship. Do you remain friends? or do you break the contact forever?

- Gemini Risings are always on point about making everyone feel comfortable around them. Lady Gaga for example.

- 8° 20° degrees on Moon are obsessed with physical touch. Some of them can be touched deprived which aligns with the sensitivity of their souls

- MC aspecting Mars can involve lots of drama and competition in their careers and throughout their public image.

- Mars or Saturn in the 10th house are the perfect example for 'Fighting to achieve what you want' because you know you deserve it

- Sun in the 3rd house placement to create lifetime relationships can be with everyone since Sun is social in this house. You get along so well with people

- Jupiter aspecting Moon (especially in good aspects) shares so much kindness with the people. They can see the goodness in people

- Jupiter at 5° 17° 29° degrees can present beautiful face features such as eyes, lips, and noseshape. You can complete everything with wearing jewels

- Jupiter at 2° 14° 26° degrees cna present beautiful hair and voice. They can be gifted with finding a good job/being wealthy

- Jupiter at 11° 23°/7° 19° degrees can unite people with their love and humanitarian soul. They are gifted with generosity at heart

- Moon x Pluto aspects represent the 'I can't get you out of my head' line. They're unforgettable at their core

- Leo Placements especially Risings/Sun i think they are favored by others without any effort. Is just their energy and people love them for who they are

- Venus or Moon in the 3rd house can be incredibly close with their siblings (if they have). Sharing a beautiful bond with your family members

- 12th house placements, especially Sun/Moon/Mercury , have a powerful subconscious, so powerful that it tends to get stuck sometimes and to forget about their feelings

- Moon in the 4th, 7th, 9th, 11th houses 》 'Home is not where you go. Home is the people you have around you'

- Neptune in the 12th, 1st, or 8th house are addictive people. You become addicted to them or they to you

- 6° 18°/12° 24° degrees on ascendant 》 being more open-minded, don't criticize yourself too much. Don't fall for others' delusions

- If you meet people who have 8th house placements, they can change your life, or your life will be changed after meeting them. Can it happen if Saturn/Pluto/Moon are involved

Happy Valentines Day 💗💗💗

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All three hughes brothers radiate casual dominance and i will not elaborate 💕

I AGREE but i think it's all different types yk?

Quinn's been in this position before. He's the oldest sibling, he's the captain, he's used to being in control. He knows what you need before you need it.

Quinn could have your whole schedule memorized, and he always helps you keep track of everything. If he's gonna be gone for a while he'll order you food to the house so you don't have to worry about it and he has reminders set for all your medication so he can remind you when he needs to. He's always checking in, "have you eaten today?" "Are you remembering to drink water?" "Don't forget your meds, baby." "I'll text you when I'm on the way home, been thinkin' about you all day" type texts. Big daddy energy yk? You're his everything, let him handle all the work and you just sit there and look pretty for him.

Jack is more outward with it, he's showing off for you. He'll order for you at restaurants cause he knows it makes you nervous, he's a strong proprietor of the sidewalk rule, he's always carrying your stuff for you (including carrying you sometimes) and God forbid you ever open a door for yourself, he'd lose his shit if he couldn't do it for you.

Jack watches over you like a guard dog in public and he loves being able to see you prance around care free in whatever cute outfit you'd picked out knowing nothing is gonna happen to you as long as he's by your side. Whenever you drive home from dates he's letting you pick the music and he's got his free hand settled on your thigh, gently brushing the skin with his thumb. Of course when you get home he's opening the door for you, he does it so often you don't even bother trying yourself, just staying in his passenger seat till he helps you out (always topped off by kissing your forehead or the back of your hand while helping you out)

Luke is a bit softer about it, but he can get intense. Best of both worlds really.

Lukey's always walking with his hand on your lower back or pulling you close, your hands holding his forearm which reminds him how much bigger he is compared to you. He always has to be touching you, but you're more than happy to let him. He feels secure knowing that if his hands are on you you're safe and taken care of.

He makes a big deal of you wearing his clothes or things that refer to him. Whenever you're getting dressed in the morning he'll throw you a shirt out of his closet that he picked out just for you and you always put it on. He loves seeing you in his jerseys too, especially at games since you're walking around with his name plastered on your back like it should be. Owned. Spoken for. Taken. All of the above. To really top it off Lukey buys you jewelry with pretty 43's all over it. For valentine's he got you a necklace with a shiny silver 43 on it and he hasn't seen it leave your body since, it always leaves him feeling a bit proud whenever he's reminded it's there.

If you're at any devs events, or just out and about, his eyes are ALWAYS locked on you. Literally every time you look up, you catch his eyes glued to you. It's precautionary, just him keeping an eye on you in case something happened even if it's a miniscule probability. You're his to care for and he's gonna be sure that sticks.

#Ask #Quinn #Jack #Luke #quinn hughes x reader #jack hughes x reader #luke hughes x reader

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aspenmissing · 16 hours ago

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Hiii! How about Reader beeing the 3rd member of the hextech team and is really close with Viktor and Jayce, but with the little spice, that she is pretty dirty minded? Whenever she has the chance, she makes one of her "special" jokes or is flirting playfully with people she is beeing close with. While Jayce is joining her every single time, Viktor is not a big fan of that.

So one day Reader and Jayce having a mission: Getting Viktor flustered. But maybeee they forget, that Viktor isn't a shy person.

ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ (ᴏʀ ɪꜱ ɪᴛ?)

ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ/ꜱᴘɪᴄʏ || 4340 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ (ᴊᴏᴋɪɴɢʟʏ?), ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ. ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀ�� ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ. ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴅᴏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ! <3

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ

When Y/N had first joined them, she had been incredibly shy—hesitant to speak up and preferring to let her work speak for itself. Viktor and Jayce had adored it, often exchanging knowing smiles when she stammered through a report or ducked her head when praised. They had assumed she was sweet, innocent even, untouched by the kind of crude humour Jayce sometimes indulged in and Viktor pretended to ignore.

That illusion shattered the first time she made a dirty joke. They had been deep in discussion about stabilizing Hextech energy when Y/N, without missing a beat, had quipped, "Well, if you’re having trouble controlling the output, maybe you just need to use a firmer grip. You know, really work the shaft."

Jayce had nearly choked on his coffee, spluttering as he thumped his chest. Viktor, in contrast, had frozen mid-sentence, his brain seemingly short-circuiting as he blinked at her in stunned silence. Jayce was the first to recover, bursting into laughter so loud it echoed through the lab, clapping her on the back with an amused, "Oh, you’ve been holding out on us!"

Viktor, meanwhile, had let out the deepest sigh known to man, pinching the bridge of his nose as though he were reconsidering every decision that had led him to this moment. "Why do I work with you two?" he had muttered, but the damage was done. From that moment on, there was no going back.

Now, she had no hesitation in throwing out playful quips and teasing remarks, especially when it meant making Viktor squirm. She had learned their quirks, their strengths, and, most importantly, just how far she could push their patience—whether it was until Viktor snapped in exasperation or Jayce collapsed into laughter.

The Hextech trio had spent hours in the lab, surrounded by blueprints, scattered notes, and the soft hum of hextech energy. It was another late night, and while Viktor was hunched over his latest project, Jayce and Y/N were engaging in their usual back-and-forth.

"Viktor," Y/N called out sweetly, leaning her weight onto the desk as she tilted her head towards him. "You know, for someone who works so much with rods, you're surprisingly bad at handling them."

Jayce snorted, not even looking up from his gauntlet prototype. "Oh, I don't know, Y/N. His technique is pretty solid—it's all about precision."

Viktor groaned, rubbing his temples with one hand while gripping his cane with the other. "Why must you two do this?" he muttered, clearly exasperated but used to their antics.

Y/N feigned innocence, widening her eyes dramatically. "Do what?"

Jayce grinned, catching on immediately. "Yeah, Viktor, what exactly do you mean?"

The Zaunite inventor shot them both a withering glare. "You are both insufferable."

Y/N smirked, sidling up to him. "Oh, come on, you love us."

Viktor sighed heavily, but the corner of his lips twitched slightly despite his best efforts. "Regrettably, yes."

Jayce nudged Viktor with an elbow, grinning. "See? He admits it. Deep down, he enjoys our company."

Viktor shot him a look. "Enjoy is a strong word."

Y/N leaned in, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper. "Would you prefer ‘tolerate’ then? Because I’d be happy to push those limits, just for you."

Jayce wheezed with laughter, nearly dropping the tool he was holding. "Oh, that was a good one."

Viktor let out a slow breath, tapping his cane against the floor as he muttered in Zaunite under his breath before turning back to his work. "I am ignoring you both."

Undeterred, Y/N slid onto a nearby stool, resting her chin on her hand as she watched Viktor intently. "Ignoring me won't make me stop, you know. If anything, it just encourages me."

Jayce leaned back, resting his arms behind his head. "She’s got a point, buddy. The more you resist, the worse it gets."

Viktor cast a glance toward Y/N, shifting his weight slightly as he leaned on his cane, his expression both tired and resigned. "And yet, neither of you ever resist the urge to be unbearable."

Y/N pouted dramatically. "You wound me. But fine, I'll behave... for now."

Jayce wagged a finger. "That means five minutes, tops."

She gasped, placing a hand over her chest in mock offense. "I’ll have you know I am perfectly capable of keeping things professional."

Viktor hummed, unconvinced. "I find that highly unlikely."

Y/N grinned, leaning back with an easy confidence. "Guess you’ll just have to wait and see."

The Wrench Incident

A few days later, Y/N was helping Jayce recalibrate the stabilizer on one of their hextech devices while Viktor worked at the other side of the lab, scribbling notes into his worn leather journal. The familiar hum of machinery filled the space, punctuated by the occasional spark of energy from their workstations. Y/N, wiping a bit of oil from her hands, reached for a particularly large wrench and gave Jayce a slow, deliberate look.

"Damn, Jayce," she mused, holding it up and weighing it in her hands. "This thing is huge. How do you even handle it properly?"

Jayce, ever the oblivious one, responded instantly. "Oh, you just have to get a good grip. And make sure your wrist movement is steady, or you’ll lose control."

Y/N bit her lip, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she tilted her head. "Mmm, I love a man who knows how to use his hands."

Jayce beamed, completely missing the implications. "Right? It’s all about—wait." He blinked, realization dawning. "Y/N."

She smirked, cocking an eyebrow. "Yes, Jayce?"

His face twisted into a half-groan, half-laugh. "You set me up."

Across the lab, Viktor, who had been meticulously adjusting a component on an invention as he let out an audible sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I beg you both for peace. Just once."

Y/N turned to him with a grin, setting the wrench down with a loud clang. "Oh, come on, Vik, don’t tell me you don’t enjoy a little dirty talk."

Viktor didn't even look up from his work. "I do not."

Jayce, having finally caught his breath from laughing, smirked. "I dunno, Y/N. I think he secretly does."

Viktor finally glanced up, leveling them both with a flat, unimpressed stare. "I assure you, I do not."

Y/N leaned on the workbench, tapping her fingers against the metal. "Mmm, you say that, but I’ve caught you blushing."

Viktor scoffed. "I do not blush."

Jayce let out a low whistle. "You kind of do, buddy."

Viktor shot him a glare. "And you, Jayce, are no better. Encouraging her."

Y/N grinned wickedly, enjoying the way Viktor shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Oh, come on, you love it. Admit it. A little spice in the workplace keeps things interesting."

Viktor let out a long, weary breath, returning his focus to his work. "I swear, you two are determined to shorten my lifespan."

Jayce laughed, slinging an arm around Y/N’s shoulders. "Ah, don’t worry, Vik. We’ll make sure you live a long, fulfilling life."

Y/N smirked, leaning into Jayce. "Exactly. With plenty of entertainment along the way."

Viktor only muttered something in Zaunite under his breath, shaking his head as he adjusted his cane and got back to work.

Testing the Gauntlets

One night, the sound of clanking metal and the hum of machinery echoed through the lab. Jayce stood inside the massive hextech gauntlet, his arm flexing inside the intricate metal construct, which buzzed and rumbled with barely contained power. The gauntlet was a feat of engineering, but for all its strength, it couldn’t match the playful grin spreading across Jayce’s face.

Y/N stood by the control panel, adjusting settings and monitoring the readings, her fingers dancing over the switches with practiced ease. As Jayce flexed his arm again, the gauntlet responded with a deep hum, its gears turning with newfound precision. Jayce’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

“You know, Y/N, this thing is insanely strong. You wanna feel?” he asked, his voice dripping with mischief.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. She leaned casually against the console, looking up at him with a playful glint in her eye. “Jayce, darling, if I had a hex for every time a man said that to me, I’d have enough power to build my own gauntlet,” she replied smoothly, her voice dripping with sarcasm and flirtation.

Jayce blinked, momentarily taken aback by her unexpected reply. He raised his hand from the gauntlet, momentarily faltering in his attempt to flex it again. “Wait. Was that—” he started, his brow furrowing as he tried to process her words.

Before he could finish, Viktor, who had been silently observing the scene from his desk, let out an exasperated sigh. He rubbed his temples, clearly done with the antics of the other two. “Yes. It was,” he said, his voice heavy with weariness. “Do not encourage her.”

Jayce, his grin widening at Viktor’s evident discomfort, flexed his hand inside the gauntlet once more. The gears of the machine whirred in response, and the sheer force it exerted was almost tangible. “But what if I want to?” Jayce shot back with a wink, his voice now filled with playful defiance, his challenge clearly aimed at Viktor.

Y/N’s lips curled into an amused smirk as she pushed herself off the console, stepping toward Jayce. “Well then, we might just have to test your endurance next,” she said, her voice laced with mock seriousness and subtle flirtation. She leaned in slightly, resting a hand on Jayce’s chest, feeling the warmth of his body through his shirt. “Careful, darling,” she added, her tone lowering slightly, “I’m not known for taking it easy.”

Before she could say anything more, Jayce, in a sudden burst of energy, effortlessly scooped Y/N off her feet, lifting her with one arm as if she weighed nothing at all. She gasped in surprise, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as she clung to him.

He didn’t stop there. With a playful laugh, he spun her around, the motion sending her hair whipping through the air as she shrieked in shock and delight. The world blurred for a moment before, in one fluid motion, he shifted his grip and hoisted her up onto his shoulder as if she were nothing more than a sack of feathers.

"Jayce!" she yelped, pounding her fists against his back in protest, though the laughter bubbling up from her chest betrayed her amusement. "You absolute menace—put me down!"

Jayce only chuckled, adjusting his hold to keep her steady. "Nope. You’re mine now."

Viktor, who had been attempting to focus on his work, made an audible, strangled sound from behind them. His fingers clenched on the edge of his desk, his face a perfect picture of disbelief and irritation. With a sharp exhale, he grabbed his cane, using it to push himself up from his chair with deliberate slowness, as if summoning the patience of a saint.

“I am going home,” he muttered under his breath, his accent thick with exasperation. He leaned slightly on his cane as he straightened, shaking his head as if witnessing a personal tragedy. “This is unbearable.”

Y/N and Jayce exchanged a victorious look before high-fiving—well, Y/N awkwardly patted his back since her current position on his shoulder made it difficult to reach his hand. Their laughter rang through the lab as Viktor turned toward the door, his cane tapping against the floor with each step as he stormed out with as much dignity as he could muster.

“We win,” Y/N declared triumphantly, still giggling as she wiggled slightly on Jayce’s shoulder.

Jayce smirked before finally setting her down—albeit carefully, his hands lingering on her waist for just a moment longer before letting go. His grin was wide, infectious, and filled with joy. “We absolutely do.”

As Viktor’s footsteps and the rhythmic tapping of his cane faded down the hall, Y/N turned to Jayce with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Should we go after him? I bet we could convince him to come back if we try hard enough.”

Jayce’s grin faltered slightly as he considered it, but then he shook his head with a chuckle. “Nah, let’s give him a break. We’ll savor this victory for ourselves.”

Y/N hummed in agreement, still catching her breath from laughing. “Victory indeed, my dear Jayce. Victory indeed.”

As the two of them stood there in the now-quiet lab, Viktor's dramatic exit still hanging in the air, there was a brief silence between them. But it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was just the calm after the storm, the shared joy of the playful moment, and the knowledge that they’d done exactly what they’d set out to do—get under Viktor’s skin, if only for a little while longer.

A few days had passed since their triumphant victory over Viktor’s patience, and Y/N and Jayce were itching for another round of their favourite game—seeing how far they could push him before he snapped. However, this time, they had a new strategy: flustering Viktor.

It had started as an offhand remark from Jayce while they were tinkering in the lab. “You know, Y/N, I don’t think we’ve ever really seen Viktor flustered. Irritated? Sure. Exasperated? Every day. But flustered? That’s a challenge.”

Y/N grinned, leaning against the worktable as she considered the idea. “Oh, I like a challenge.” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “But you know, I don’t think he’s the shy type. He’s too… unbothered.”

“Yeah, but everyone has a weakness,” Jayce reasoned, crossing his arms. “And if we find it, it’ll be glorious.”

And so, the plan was set.

Phase One: Compliments—But Make Them Too Much

The next morning, Y/N and Jayce arrived at the lab with renewed determination. Viktor was already there, hunched over his desk, scribbling notes onto blueprints with the kind of intense focus that made it clear he had been at it for hours. His cane rested against the table, and his sharp eyes flickered between different parchment sheets, completely immersed in his own little world.

Perfect. That meant he wouldn’t see them coming.

Jayce struck first. He strolled over casually, leaning a hip against Viktor’s desk. “You know, Vik,” he started, voice dripping with fake casualness, “I was just thinking—you’re kind of brilliant. No, wait—incredibly brilliant. Probably the smartest man in Piltover. Maybe even Runeterra.”

Y/N, perched on a stool nearby, propped her chin in her hands and added with a dramatic sigh, “Oh, absolutely. And let’s not even start on the voice.” She bit her lip for effect. “Deep, smooth, just the right amount of accent—swoon-worthy, really.”

Jayce nodded solemnly. “And the hair. Viktor, buddy, how do you get it to do that perfectly tousled, tortured-genius thing? It’s not fair.”

Viktor, still writing, responded without even glancing up. “Genetics, I suppose.”

Jayce blinked. Y/N smirked.

Alright. No reaction yet. Time to up the stakes.

Y/N slowly stood and stretched, making sure to drag the movement out just enough. She took a lazy step closer to Viktor’s desk, trailing a finger along its surface as she spoke, her voice dropping into something smoother, sultrier. “And let’s not ignore the hands,” she mused. “Steady, precise… I bet they could do all sorts of things.”

Jayce choked.

Viktor, still writing, let out a quiet sigh. “Yes, they are good for engineering.”

Y/N’s smirk widened. “Oh, I wasn’t talking about engineering, sweetheart.”

That got Viktor to pause for half a second.

Jayce, catching on, grinned and jumped in. “I mean, Vik, be honest with us—when’s the last time someone appreciated your hands properly?”

Viktor resumed writing. “I am beginning to think you two should be banned from the lab.”

Y/N leaned closer, tilting her head slightly. “Why? Afraid we’ll say something that gets you all hot and bothered?”

Viktor snorted, finally glancing up. His expression was unreadable, but there was a hint of amusement in his golden eyes. “I have yet to be even mildly affected, miláčku.” (Darling)

Oh. Oh.

Y/N felt something ignite in her brain at the way the word rolled off his tongue—smooth, effortless, and with just the right amount of condescension to make her want to double down.

Jayce, sensing an opportunity, threw an arm over Viktor’s shoulder and grinned. “Damn, you’re really that unshakable, huh? No weaknesses?”

Viktor exhaled, patience clearly thinning. “My weakness is my work being interrupted.”

Phase Two: Physical Contact (That Was Definitely Going to Work, Right?)

Later that afternoon, while Viktor was adjusting one of the core stabilizers on their latest project, Y/N decided it was time to up the stakes. She slid up beside him, leaning in just close enough that her breath ghosted over his cheek. Her lips curled into a smirk as she watched his hands move with practiced precision, adjusting the intricate components with ease.

"Viktor," she purred, voice low and smooth, "you have such precise hands. So steady. So… controlled.”

Viktor hummed, tightening the last screw without so much as a pause. “I would hope so. Otherwise, this would explode.”

Jayce, trying—and failing—to keep a straight face, moved in on Viktor’s other side. He gave an exaggerated nod, folding his arms. “Man, Vik, have you been working out? That grip strength is insane.”

Viktor exhaled sharply through his nose, setting his tools down with an air of patience running dangerously thin. He turned to face both of them, fixing them with a completely neutral expression. “Are you two attempting to fluster me?”

Y/N barely managed to stifle a laugh, feigning innocence as she leaned against the workbench. “What? Us? Noooo.”

Jayce flexed his bicep dramatically. “I’m just admiring your strength, man. You ever arm-wrestle? You’d probably win.”

Y/N, taking full advantage of Viktor’s slight distraction, trailed a finger along his forearm, slow and deliberate. "Mmm, I’d bet on him. Those hands? That grip? Imagine what else they could do."

Jayce’s mouth fell open slightly.

Viktor merely arched an eyebrow. “You are aware I use them primarily for engineering, yes?”

Y/N leaned in further, lowering her voice just enough to make it dangerous. “Oh, primarily.”

Jayce made a strangled noise, clearly trying to keep it together, but Viktor remained entirely composed, not even a flicker of reaction. Instead, he studied them both like they were lab specimens.

“If I agree that I am both intelligent and physically competent, will this end?” he asked flatly.

Y/N tapped a finger against her chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Hmm. No, I don’t think so. We haven’t even touched on your cheekbones yet.”

Jayce clapped a hand on Viktor’s shoulder. “Seriously, have you seen yourself? That’s sculpted from Zaunite marble.”

Viktor, unimpressed, met their gazes evenly. “I have a mirror,” he said dryly. “But if you wish to continue, by all means. I am interested to see how long you can keep this up.”

The Final Phase: A Winner Among Us

Y/N had always been one to enjoy a challenge. And for the past few days, Viktor had proven to be the ultimate one. She and Jayce had tried everything—compliments, teasing, subtle touches—all in the hopes of breaking through the impenetrable calm that Viktor seemed to radiate effortlessly. But nothing worked. Viktor remained as composed as ever, his stoic demeanor unshaken by anything they threw his way.

At first, Y/N had thought it was just a matter of patience. Eventually, she figured, Viktor’s cool exterior would crack. But after days of gentle teasing, it was clear that the man was made of much tougher stuff than either of them had imagined.

And that, in a way, only made the challenge all the more enticing.

But Jayce, ever the curious one, had started to get impatient. He was baffled by Viktor’s unwavering composure and had begun suggesting more direct methods—louder compliments, exaggerated gestures. Y/N, however, was far more methodical in her approach. She knew Viktor wasn’t one to be thrown off by the usual antics. If she was going to succeed, she’d have to dig deeper.

That’s when Y/N decided to take matters into her own hands. No more passing the torch to Jayce. She was going to do this alone, and she was going to make sure it would be done right.

The morning after she made her decision, Y/N woke up with a sly grin already curling her lips. She could practically hear Viktor’s voice in her head: Nothing either of you are capable of will phase me.

Oh, Viktor. He had no idea what was coming.

She entered the lab that morning with a sense of purpose, a spark of mischief flickering in her eyes. Viktor was already there, as usual, engrossed in his work. His focus was absolute, his posture perfect as he adjusted the core stabilizer. She watched him for a moment, taking in the meticulous way his hands moved, the furrow in his brow, how he barely seemed to notice the world around him.

It was almost a shame, she thought. He was so lost in his calculations—always analyzing, always focused—that he didn’t know what was about to happen.

Y/N moved silently across the floor, her steps quiet and calculated. Viktor didn’t look up, too absorbed in the delicate work he was doing. She took her time, letting the tension build, letting her anticipation rise.

Finally, she made her move.

She slid in beside him, just close enough so that her presence could no longer be ignored. Viktor’s gaze flickered toward her for a split second, but his attention remained on his work. His hands never stopped moving.

Y/N leaned in, positioning herself slightly behind him. Her fingers brushed lightly against the edge of the table, her breath soft, almost a sigh.

“Viktor,” she began, her voice smooth, but low, “you work far too hard, you know that?”

Viktor didn’t look up, but paused for a moment, as if considering her words. He gave a quiet hum of acknowledgment, his tone as steady as always. “I prefer to call it being productive.”

Y/N’s smirk grew, but she didn’t push him just yet. Not yet.

She watched him for another moment, taking in every inch of his concentration. Everything about him was controlled—his movements, his focus, even his voice. It was as though he wore an impenetrable shell, one that only those who had known him for years—even Jayce—could begin to understand. But it wasn’t enough. She needed to push further.

She inched a little closer, her breath brushing the back of his ear. Viktor stiffened slightly, but didn’t look up. He kept his hands steady on the tools, though there was a subtle change in his posture. A faint tension in his shoulders.

“Viktor,” she purred, lowering her voice to a soft murmur, “you have no idea how much tension you're carrying.” She paused just long enough to let the words sink in. “I bet all that brilliance comes with a bit of… weight.”

Viktor’s grip tightened on the stabilizer, and his fingers twitched. He didn’t answer her right away, but she could see it—the strain building under his calm. His usual self-control was cracking, just a little.

Y/N pressed on.

“You know,” she continued, now her voice barely a whisper, “I think a man of your intellect could use a real break. Something… relaxing. You deserve it. A small reprieve from all this work.”

Y/N leaned in, savoring the moment. She saw the familiar tension in Viktor’s posture, the slight flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. The game was about to be hers. With one fluid motion, she moved even closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, her voice rich with teasing intent.

“You know, Viktor,” she purred, her breath warm against his skin, “I could think of a few very pleasurable ways to help you unwind. I’m sure I could make it more than worth your while.”

Viktor froze. For the briefest moment, his breath caught in his throat, his body locking up as if the words had a physical effect on him. His face flushed a soft red, but instead of faltering, instead of flustered silence, Viktor’s lips twitched with something that resembled amusement—dark, knowing amusement.

Then, without missing a beat, his voice came back at her in a whisper, low and just as suggestive, “Careful, miláčku, I might just take you up on that offer… and then we'll see who needs their endurance tested.” (Darling)

Her heart skipped a beat. His words hit her with an intensity she hadn't been prepared for. She blinked, trying to regain her composure, but the effect of his whisper still lingered in her chest.

Without another word, Viktor simply straightened up, gathering his tools with a deliberate calmness that contrasted his voice. His movements were precise and controlled, despite the noticeable tremor in his hand, before he turned and walked away—his cane tapping softly on the floor with each step. The soft sound seemed almost deliberate, a reminder of the presence he left behind, even as he distanced himself from Y/N.

Y/N stood frozen, her heart still pounding, her mind trying to process what had just transpired. There was a mix of surprise, confusion, and something else—something deeper that she couldn’t quite place.

Jayce, who had been quietly observing the scene from the sidelines, was now completely perplexed. He walked up to Y/N, his gaze flicking between her flushed face and the spot where Viktor had just stood. “Y/N... what the hell just happened?” His voice was a blend of curiosity and disbelief.

Y/N opened her mouth, but the words wouldn’t come. Her mind was still reeling from Viktor’s unexpected retort, the weight of his words lingering in the air between them. She swallowed hard, desperately trying to collect herself, but her usual confidence seemed to have evaporated in the wake of Viktor’s response.

Jayce raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting from confusion to a playful concern. “Y/N? Are you—are you okay?”

She blinked rapidly, her lips parting as if to speak, but all that came out was a quiet, breathless exhale.

“Oh no,” Jayce said, realization dawning as he caught on. His voice rose with teasing amusement. “He got you, didn’t he?”

Y/N shot him an incredulous glance, her cheeks still burning. She couldn’t form a sentence. What Viktor had said, how he had said it—it had rattled her in ways she hadn’t expected. She was left speechless, completely caught off guard.

Jayce leaned in closer, his grin widening as he enjoyed the sight of Y/N so flustered. “Well, well, didn’t think I’d see the day when you were speechless. Care to share what happened?”

Y/N gave him a small shake of her head, her mind still spinning with the memory of Viktor’s unexpected, almost playful response. She had no idea how to process it or even how to explain it to Jayce. Her confidence, usually so unwavering, was nowhere to be found.

As she turned to leave, Jayce’s teasing voice followed her, still laced with amusement. “You know, I’ve never seen you like this before. Are you sure you don’t want to tell me what happened?”

But Y/N, still lost in the aftermath of Viktor’s whisper and the heat in her cheeks, couldn’t bring herself to say a word. She was too flustered, her mind too tangled in the unexpected shift in their dynamic.

And so, she left him with nothing but his own curious questions, walking away, her footsteps softer than usual as she tried to process everything.

Jayce stood there for a moment, glancing toward Viktor’s retreating figure, then back to Y/N. He smiled to himself, knowing that whatever had just happened, it was something big. But for now, he was content to let her keep her secrets.

#Arcane #arcane fandom #arcane fluff #jayce x reader x viktor #jayvik x reader #jayce x reader #jayce x you #jayce x y/n #jayce talis x reader #viktor x reader #viktor x you #viktor x y/n #reader insert

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chaosfetti · 1 day ago

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Made a little design for Forces Sonic since I don’t believe dude was in prison IN SPACE for 6 months and he acts like it's all sunshine and rainbows, he must have suffered a little bit.

So I drew him in a not so well shape, he has seen better days.

Also gym outfit design for Amy because

Some notes on the design:

-he's a lot thinner, he didn't have a lot to eat, and he's a lot more fluffier. He couldn't groom his fur well enough and it's unkempt, his quills are also longer and heavier to the point that sometimes he gets headaches

-the scars were inflicted both by Infinite and by Eggman

-Sonic lost a lot of his confidence while stuck on the Death Egg, he became tired of everything and almost gave up, good thing he was rescued just in time!

-he's now recovering, the only things he did for a few days were eat and sleep, it looked like he didn't have energy for anything

As for Amy, I wanted to draw her in a cute gym outfit, I used some green in her clothes as a callback to her classic design. I like to think she's much stronger than she looks and she will throw hands, like girl walks all day with weight on her wrists and ankles and carries a giant hammer she MUST be strong.

For her role in the forces timeline I think she would train with knuckles to become stronger to eventually rescue Sonic (I'll exclude the rookie and Classic in this version of the story, I don't think they add much and are not really necessary). Knux can be a bit rough but he's a good teacher (they become besties who punch each other occasionally, in a friendly way).

#my art #sonic #sonic fanart #sonic the hedgehog #digital art #amy rose #amy fanart #he's so sad omg #he needs a hug

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dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling · 11 hours ago

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full discloser: I do not have ADHD, so if anything I wrote turned out to be inaccurate, let me know! I used this as a resource.

if you like my work, please consider commissioning me :)

Doey & Player with ADHD

★ Doey helps the player stay organized by creating fun and engaging systems. Whether it's color-coded lists, visual schedules, or giving you reminders. He really likes doing these things for you because it's actually really fun for him.

★ His approach can be childish at times. Turning something into a silly game to keep you motivated. "Let's see who can finish sweeping their half of the floor first! Ready, set, go!"

★ If you were on any medication for ADHD, you would be going through withdrawal by now. Withdrawal from any medication you've been taking for a while can feel like hell. As the symptoms start to show, Doey notices.

★ To help manage the withdrawal symptoms, Doey offers some distractions. Whether it's reading a book, telling stories, or trying to keep your mind calm by doing some breathing strategies he learnd to control his temper.

★ When the player talks fast, Doey listens intently and keeps up with their rapid speech. He finds their excitement contagious and feeds off it. He even matches the player's energy when they talk loudly, as long as it's not happening somewhere it could attract unwanted attention.

★ If you were the type to overshare sometimes, Doey is a patient and tries to be a non-judgmental listener. He knows out that oversharing is a way for the people to connect and feel understood, it's something he figured out with the younger children long ago.

★ Doey validates the player's emotions and lets them know that the Safe Haven is a place were for the player can express themselves freely. "This is a safe space. Feel free to share anything! just... try not to give anyone nightmares. Okay?"

★ When something happens and you don't really know how to feel about it, he gives you time to process your feelings. Never rushing you to respond or react. Sometimes he needs time to think things over too.

#poppy playtime x reader #poppy playtime x player #poppy playtime #poppy playtime headcanon #poppy playtime fanfic #doey x player #doey x reader #doey the doughman #doey ppt #doey poppy playtime #poppy playtime doey #doey headcanons

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incorrectfatui · 10 hours ago

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some Fatui headcanons before we resume the quotes (some funny, some sad, some just random idk) these are all over the place but oh well Pierro: Really liked talking to Signora about magic. They both use very different kinds, but they still have similar understandings, and no one else really wants to hear him ramble

Capitano: Oblivious to romantic relationships. Thinks everyone is just really good friends.

Dottore: Got so seasick on the way to inazuma and back, that he genuinely considered never visiting again. Spent like 5 months trying to research medication against motion sickness and ended up poisoning himself. Intentionally makes mathematical mistakes in his budget reports, just to annoy Pantalone.

Columbina: can't swim.

Arlecchino: Says "I don't have a favourite child", but definitely has a favourite child. Tried making Dad jokes once and failed miserably, mostly because she didn't understand the joke herself. Sometimes forgets that most the Harbingers are immortal, so she'll have situations where she mentions researching some long dead person, only for one of the others to go "oh i knew that dude personally". Somewhat salty that she isn't hundreds of years old.

Crucabena: Her birthday is on christmas. She doesn't know what christmas is, so it doesn't matter, but she just gives off the vibe of being born in winter and I think it'd be funny. Wrote letters trying to get Neuvilette to implement the death penalty monthly, but never received a reply. Has, one more than one occasion, used Hydro not to fight, but to drown people, because she liked watching them struggle.

Clervie: her and Peruere once illegally operated an Aquabus while on a mission. Peruere may have used it to commit vehicular manslaughter. Also she made mother's day presents every year, despite them being thrown away. Tried to teach herself elemental magic, but couldn't figure it out without a teacher. Once overheard Crucabena praying to the Cryo Archon. briefly had hope that she changed for the better, only to hear "Thank you your Majesty for giving me the ability to give people hypothermia".

Lyney: Genuinely thought Arlecchino was a guy for like 3 months after being adopted. Also sometimes forgets that Freminet isn't his biological brother.

Lynette: More cat-like than Lyney. Has caught birds and eaten them raw before, but doesn't do it anymore, even though Arlecchino approves.

Freminet: More powerful than Lyney and Lynette, even if it doesn't seem like it. Doesn't have all that much control over his cryo vision yet, so he mostly uses it as a support for his claymore, instead of the other way around.

Pulcinella: Has a lot of fun calling everyone a child, even if he isn't older than them. Dottore? Unruly teenager. Scaramouche or Sandrone? Practically a toddler. Arlecchino and Childe? Babies. Only ones he doesn't do this to is Columbina and Pierro. Columbina because he's scared, Pierro because of respect.

Scaramouche: One of the only people who actually understands how Ei's Realm of Euthmiya works. Has tried to explain it to several people, including Pierro and Dottore, but get's frustrated every time because they don't understand it exactly. So overcharged with electro energy, that touching him may give you a small shockl (yes, even after Sumeru). Is actually not completely sure how his body actually works, and neither is Nahida. Dottore has a pretty level of knowlegde (although he still gets a lot of surprises), but the only one who actually understands his body completely is Ei.

Sandrone: Tried to become active in Fontainian politics at some point. Promptly fell asleep in the courtroom because she spent several all-nighters trying to complete a project of hers. Complicated feelings about Scaramouche, ranging from "I want to dissect him" to "no one understands this guy more than me, ignore the fact that we talk like once every 5 years"

Signora: Even with the cryo delusion, her body temperature runs really, really hot. Is basically a walking heater- Columbina likes using her as a portable source of warmth. Also, her blood being liquid fire is not an exaggeration- got wounded in the palace one time, only to burn down half a library.

Pantalone: Once suggested suing Raiden Ei for child support. It did not work.

Childe: Completely unaware that Arlecchino isn't the first Knave. Thinks she's immortal too. Also only figured out that Dottore has clones after about a year of being a Harbinger.

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sidethatyoudontknow · 2 days ago

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DDAKHO HEADCANONS

That you all been waiting for,hope you enjoy!!

Let's start from the most people agree one, after inho sh**ts junho in s1 he not just told the fisherman to get him and make sure he stay away from the island, he also ask the salesman to make sure he's alright after the incident, that might looks like as some would say "st*king".

Their "before sleep" talk was mostly about salesman's life, not bc he's selfish that he wants everything about him or anything it's just mostly bc junho is too tired from work that he has no energy to talk + he likes hearing salesman so openly talking about his past and family.(might make a separate post about this) ☆

Junho tells the salesman about his plan of finding his brother and the salesman was ordered to inform inho about it but he actually might or might not lie about some things just to make it complicated between the 2 bc that means he would have more time with junho before he founds out he's part of the games.

Ofc don't forget about, junho fixing salesman tie. Mostly when salesman gets too panic bc he's running late and just tie it carelessly until junho stops him and told him to calm down while fixing it(and remind him that he's the boss so no one will be mad at him if he's late)or when salesman's have an important meeting or agenda and was too nervous and been asking if his tie was good way too much times that its actually making it worse so junho have to fix it and also calm him.

They would always help bandaging or treats each other wounds if one of them was hurt(they both have a dangerous a** job)

Salesman was so flirty but would get soo flustered and as red as a tomato when junho flirted back(which is rare).

Junho is a valentines hater but Salesman is a valentines lover, so usually on valentines day the salesman would get all lovey dovey and giving junho A LOT of chocolates and flowers meanwhile junho get cringed by how cliche it is(deep down he actually loves it and keep all of the letters that salesman wrote for him, bc he thinks that, that's the most normal and human thing that salesman do).

Salesman would do anything for junho but all he wants was to find the island and bring his brother back which is ONE thing he couldn't do bc if that happens its not only him that would be ded but possibly junho too.

Some of you might not agree with this but they're so boy dad coded, until they have a daughter at least( yes I hc them having children together, a son(older) and a daughter(younger)). (Also might make separate post about this) ☆

Junho sleeps first but wakes up last, when he doesn't have work that day yk damn well he would sleep until past noon if he could and salesman would always try to get him up but only for him to get dragged down to bed instead.

Salesman sometimes would bring/send junho lunch/flowers/gifts when he's at work and all his colleagues starts teasing him about it bc ofc he would wrote/give the sappiest thing ever(his colleagues doesn't know who sends it bc he would always use his initial/inside joke nickname).

Inho DID NOT approve their relationship at first bc he thinks the salesman is not good enough for junho(like his relationship is any better) and scared that he would do something bad to his dear little brother.

When the salesman do the most human and normal thing ever, junho would always put his hand on salesman forehead to check if he have fever or something bc there's no way the salesman just cooks him dinner casual on a random tuesday just bc he "wants" to.

Ok I think that's it for now, let me now if you want more or if you think I should post more part about the hc I ☆.

#sorry it took me so long to write #if you see me try to post this more than 3 times no you're not #for some reason it wouldn't appear in the global tags #the salesman #hwang jun ho #hwang inho #457 #junho x salesman #ddakho headcanons #ddakho #salesjun #juncruiter #squid game #the recruiter #FINALLY IT APPEARED

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batboysanonymous · 2 days ago

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In the Back of My Mind

Rhysand x Reader

Summary: She was his past, and you were his present—but in the quiet moments, when his gaze lingered too long or his touch felt too careful, you couldn't shake the feeling that some ghosts never truly leave.

Based on the song: WILDFLOWER by Billie Eilish

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Things fall apart And time breaks your heart I wasn't there, but I know She was your girl You showed her the world But fell out of love and you both let go

There were nights when you could almost forget. When Rhysand’s hands mapped every inch of your skin with reverence, when his laughter echoed through the town house, dark and intoxicating, filling the space between your ribs with warmth. Nights when his love wrapped around you like the starlit sky, infinite, undeniable.

But then there were nights like this.

You weren’t sure what triggered it. Maybe it was the way he had hesitated when he mentioned Velaris earlier, his lips barely forming the name before his voice tapered off like he had suddenly lost the words. Maybe it was the way his fingers had brushed over a certain page in a book—a page you hadn’t seen, but something in his expression had shifted, just for a second.

Or maybe it was the fact that, no matter how many times he told you he loved you, a whisper of doubt always lingered in the back of your mind.

She had been here first. Feyre.

And you were the one who came after.

She was cryin’ on my shoulder All I could do was hold her Only made us closer until July Now, I know that you love me You don't need to remind me I should put it all behind me, shouldn't I?

You curled your fingers around the edge of the silk sheets, your back pressed against the headboard as Rhys sat on the other side of the bed, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. You should have left it alone. He had been nothing but patient with you, had never once made you feel like you were anything less than his equal. His mate.

But the words clawed their way out of your throat before you could stop them.

“Do you ever think about her?”

Rhys stilled. His breathing barely changed, but you felt it. The shift in his energy, the careful way he lifted his gaze to meet yours. The High Lord of the Night Court, with all his power, all his control—hesitating.

You swallowed, wishing you could take it back. But the damage was already done.

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his jaw before answering. “Y/n—”

“Just tell me.” Your voice was quieter than you intended, but it didn’t waver. “I don’t need you to lie to me, Rhys.”

For a long moment, he didn’t speak. Then, finally, “Yes.”

The word landed like a weight in your chest.

“I see her in the back of my mind sometimes,” he admitted. “Not because I love her. Not because I wish things were different. But because…” His voice softened. “She was a part of me. For a long time.”

You nodded, lips pressed together, ignoring the way your throat burned. “I know.”

Well, good things don't last And life moves so fast I'd never ask who was better 'Cause she couldn't be More different from me Happy and free in leather

Feyre was everything you weren’t. She had been a warrior, a queen in her own right. A beacon of strength and fire. You… you weren’t sure what you were. A woman in love? A second love?

You pulled the blankets tighter around yourself. “Do you think about what it would’ve been like if things had worked out?”

Rhys turned then, fully facing you. His expression was unreadable, shadows flickering in the violet depths of his eyes. “No.”

You exhaled. “You don’t have to—”

“I don’t.” His voice was firm. “Because things didn’t work out. And they weren’t supposed to.”

You bit your lip, looking down at your hands. “But you were meant to be mates.”

His silence was deafening.

You already knew what he was thinking. The bond between mates was rare—rare and sacred. And yet, here you were, bound to him, despite the one he had once shared with Feyre.

What did that mean?

You say no one knows you so well But every time you touch me, I just wonder how she felt Valentine's Day, cryin’ in the hotel I know you didn't mean to hurt me, so I kept it to myself

The worst part wasn’t the memories he had. It was the ones you didn’t.

It was the fact that he had once known her body as well as he knew yours. That his fingers had once traced someone else’s lips, his voice had once whispered devotion to someone else in the dark. That there were moments—small, seemingly insignificant moments—where you wondered if she had ever felt the same way you did now.

You thought about the way he held you at night, the way his fingers tangled in your hair, the way he kissed you like you were the only thing tethering him to this world. Had he held her that way? Had he ever made her feel like she was his universe?

You hated yourself for wondering.

Rhys moved closer then, his palm cupping your cheek. “I know what you’re thinking.”

You forced a laugh. “Doubt it.”

“I do.” His thumb traced a slow line along your jaw. “You’re wondering if you were the second choice.”

The words sent a sharp ache through your ribs. You hadn’t meant to be so transparent.

He tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You weren’t.”

You swallowed. “Rhys…”

“I loved her,” he admitted, voice low. “But I love you differently. I love you more.”

You blinked up at him, your heartbeat hammering in your ears.

“Feyre and I…” He sighed. “We were never meant to last. We held onto something that had already faded, because we were too afraid to admit that we had outgrown each other.” His fingers brushed against your collarbone. “But you? You are my future. You are the one I wake up for, the one I fight for, the one I dream of.”

Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall.

“I need you to believe that,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. “Because I do.”

And I wonder Do you see her in the back of your mind in my eyes?

You inhaled shakily, letting his warmth sink into you, letting his words settle into the cracks of your doubts.

Maybe she would always exist in the back of his mind, just as the people you had loved and lost existed in yours. Maybe there would always be echoes of the past.

But they did not define the present.

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