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cosmicporos · 17 days ago

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What Arcane characters would gift you for Christmas!

Jinx, Vi, Ekko, Viktor, Jayce

(Semi crack Drabble… sorry for going super long with Viktor’s and Jayce’s HCs. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH)

(Jayce is Hispanic in my hc :3)

ENJOY AND HAVE FUN LOVE YALL<3

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JINX

Hear me out… the first thing she would plan to gift you are decorated safety googles.

As a matter of fact everything she gifts you is handmade!

She knows you love to spend time with her when she’s in her workshop and the extra spare of googles she had were pretty crappy…

“Ugh, these old things? Pfft, they look like they’ve been through a freakin’ explosion… oh wait, they probably have! We gotta get you a new pair soon toots!”

They’d be totally decked out! Lots of character as she calls it.

“Okay toots check it out! Maximum protection but most importantly! They got style!”

The googles themselves would be in her classic style, very colorful paint, cute little heart scribbles all around! And of course lots of glitter….

“"I mean, you've got to stay safe while causing mayhem, right? And hey, if we're blowing stuff up together, you'll definitely need these. Plus, I made them perfectly for you. No one else will have goggles like these... trust me!"

I totally see her adding little handmade jewelry from her gears and spare parts, would totally make you a belt or choker out of spare bullets.

She would totally panic on what to get you for Christmas. Like what if you suddenly hate the thing you’ve loved since the very beginning she’s known you???

Would end up both buying and making you something!

She’s make you something small but meaningful

“Okay Okay fine! You can open mine now. Just don’t laugh too hard Cupcake…”

You’d open the poorly wrapped gift to uncover a bright pink scarf she knitted you! The stitching is a mess.. there a hole’s through the project (no doubt a missed stitch) but in all honesty it so cute you feel like your heart might explode.

"Yeah, I know I'm not, uh, the best at this kind of thing," she mutters, scratching the back of her neck, "but I figured you could use something to keep warm... and, you know, 'cause it's winter. And... you're important to me."

Guys please tell her she did an amazing job PLEASE.

She would also totally buy you a pair of combat boots! Totally saved up for months in advance.

She loves the idea of being able to match and have a bit of her style on you!

Ekko

Just like Jinx (sobs) he’d also make something for you!

The first thing he’d give you would be a little sketch book full of drawings of you from random moments throughout your relationship he remembers oh so clearly.

"I've been working on it for a while... It's... it's just a bunch of drawings. I mean, not just anything. Stuff that made me think of you. Stuff we've done, or things I hope we do. I don't know, it just felt like the best way to show how I feel about... well, us."

Okay he would also totally make you matching jewelry (matching clock hand necklaces?)

You’d force him to take the hour hand since it’s shorter (heheheh little man)

Once you explain your reasoning as to why he should take the smaller one he sighs disappointedly…

"Okay, okay, I get it," he finally says, a little less playful now, his voice softening. "I guess if you want me to wear it, I can..."

Then, a grin creeps back onto his face as he adds, "But don't think I'm letting you off the hook with the minute hand. You're wearing that one for sure." He places the hour hand necklace around his neck, the smaller pendant resting there, and looks up at you with that mischievous gleam in his eye.

He pauses, holding up his necklace, "I'm still the one with the bigger job. You'll just have to keep up." A proud smug smirk now rests on his face.

Viktor

FUCK WHERE DO I BEGIN I LOVE THIS MAN

o k a y. He would just like Vi panic… not because he doesn’t know what to get you but because he totally is going Christmas shopping late… very very late.

As much as I would love to say he’d make some little invention to make your day easier and give it to you for Christmas I don’t see it happening.

Not because he wouldn’t do it but because he already does it all the time! A little example, you’re late for work often? A little robot that hits you with a plastic squishy hammer every morning at 7 am waking you up when he can’t!

He’d definitely want to make Christmas special, I see him buying you something and then doing something special for you too!

Christmas morning would be greeted with warm hugs and kisses along with an even warmer bowl of potato soup!

He wanted to make sure he perfected his mother’s Bramboračka recipe. It was a once a year meal him and his mother shared every Christmas day.

He’s not a good cook by any means… but this is the one dish he can make and oh boy can he make it.

"Don't expect perfection," he says with a small, self-conscious smile, as you catch him sneaking a taste of the soup. Viktor looks up, his gaze softening. "I hope you like it," he says, and despite his usual perfectionism, there's a quiet pride in his voice. You take a sip, and the rich flavors of mushrooms, potatoes, and herbs immediately comfort you, just like his mother's love must've comforted him all those years ago.

OKAY for the making gift he planned I see him commissioning something due to the fact a lot of his inventions lack aesthetics.

Specifically I see him commissioning a music box that functions as a a jewelry box as well! He would have loved to make it himself but he was worried he wouldn’t have gotten the look right.

"Do you like it?" he asks, his voice softer than usual, as if he's worried about the reception. "I had it made... I thought... it might remind you of us."

The detail was breathtaking-floral patterns etched into the surface, with tiny gears and delicate metalwork accenting the edges. The craftsmanship was stunning, and you couldn't help but run your fingers over the smooth finish.

you lifted the lid, and a gentle, lilting melody began to play. It was slow and sweet, a tune that felt timeless, and as you stared at the tiny figurines inside, your breath caught.

His fingers fidgeted with the edge of his cane, his gaze flicking between you and the music box. "I commissioned it," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "I had the craftsman use a sketch I made. It's how I see us... in my mind. How I feel when I hold you." He paused, his expression softening. "I thought... I thought you deserved something that would remind you of that. Of... how much you mean to me."

Jayce

Oh hon… Jayce would spoil you rotten.

I’m talking presents are overflowing underneath the tree.

You thought you lost your favorite piece of clothing? WRONG! He commissioned for more to be made in different colors and textures for you.

All the fragrances in the world he knew you would enjoy.

Cozy adorable pajamas we would give you Christmas morning so you could cuddle up drinking hot chocolate.

Spends Christmas Eve spoiling you and cuddling and being so tooth rottenly sweet.

It’s Christmas Eve, the scene was almost overwhelming. The living room looked like a perfectly curated holiday catalog-twinkling lights, a roaring fireplace, and, of course, an absurd number of gifts. Jayce sat cross-legged beside the tree, an excited grin lighting up his face as he handed you the first box. He had merely grinned, sheepish yet unrepentant. "What can I say? I got carried away?.”

"Open this one first," he urged, nearly vibrating with excitement. Inside was a bottle of an exquisite fragrance, the glass etched with delicate, swirling designs. It smelled divine-rich, warm, and entirely you.

"I figured you'd like that," he said eyes carefully watching everyone expression you make. You swear if he had a tail it would be swishing uncontrollably right now.

Christmas Day would be you spending Christmas day at his mother’s house!

(Listen I’m hc them as hispanic because for one HIS MOMS NAME HIS XIMENA… and two because why not :3 )

You have a great relationship with his Mother, she absolutely adores you and sees you as her daughter.

There’s lots of yummy food she’s prepared… perhaps too much for just 3 people?

Nonetheless, a pot of pozole, tamales de puerco and de dulce! And of course she made jayce’s favorite choco flan!

God she urges to to eat until you nearly pop! You have to undo your belt by the end of the night…

"Come, sit!" his mom insisted, pulling out a chair for you. "Jayce told me you've never had my tamales. That's a crime! Here, start with this." She placed one on your plate, her eyes twinkling.

Jayce sat beside you, his grin widening as you took your first bite. "Good, right?" he asked, nudging you playfully.

You could only nod, savoring the perfectly seasoned masa and tender filling.

Later in the evening, when everyone was too full to move, Jayce leaned over and slipped his hand into yours. His eyes were soft, his voice low as he said, "I'm glad you're here. This—" he gestured to the lively scene around you, "—feels perfect with you."

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stvolanis · 10 months ago

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oh nothinggg, just thinking about Spooky x Bimbo! Reader

god, Spooky can’t stand you. always wearing those shorts—the ones that your ass cheeks hang out in. running around with your flimsy tube tops, nipples peeking through. Somehow being mixed into his brothers friend group, but not being involved in their messes. You were kinda just the friend they kept around cause your daddy sells weed to the people in Brentwood, so they got major discounts! but of course they loved you.

god, the amount of times he’s gotten a flash of the thin little hot pink thong straps you wear—or when you bend over to pick up something right in front of him; he thinks you’re doing it on purpose at this point! So he’s puzzled when you stand back up and whip around with an oblivious smile and innocent look in your eyes. He always has to do the thinking for you cause your silly brain can’t really comprehend what’s going on with the freakin roller world money your friends keep blabbering about that spooky wasn’t supposed to know about! Too bad, you already told him when you were mindlessly yapping about your day!

he would totally say something like, “didn’t know I was gettin a free show, baby.” After he walked in on your trying to shimmy off your skin tight, mid thigh dress. You blushed and weakly tried to shove him out of the room, only in your panties and matching bra. But it was like pushing a brick wall, and the way your clothed breasts pressed against him had him going crazy! So he felt like his body acted on its own when he grabbed the flesh of your ass with one hand, and your throat with the other.

He inhaled your scent, muttering a string of profanities in his mother tongue as he kissed the side of your jaw. “Been tempting me too much lately, cariño. M’only a man at the end of the day.” He breathed against you, watching the way your shorter body trembled under his touch. “I have needs. N’ it’s your job to take care of them like I always take care of you, ma.”

so of course as soon as he said that, his hand harshly pulled your bra down, exposing your breasts to him. He pinched one of your nipples, pulling it a little before releasing. Soon, your knees collided with the hard wood beneath you’d, and his cock was slapping against your cheek, leaving a trail of his sticky pre-cum. “S’right, niña. Put that pretty mouth to better use.” He smirked—that fucking smirk. The one that made you week in the knees.

You knew you were done for.

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noneorother · 1 year ago

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I went dumpster diving into the posters for Good Omens Season 2 and found a few pearls.

I found it odd that this season had SO MANY official posters. Hours and hours of work and real dollars from Amazon went into the production of these things. This one won a freakin Clio award. I know Neil confirmed he didn't have a lot of control of what went into these 21 (Or 22 depending on whether or not you count the umbrella piece that was made before season 2 shooting began. Personally I don't!) pieces, but I will leave no stone unturned, so here we go. I combed through every single season 2 poster I could find so you don't have to. Here's everything I've found so far:

1. The allegiances poster

After having watched season 2, knowing what we know now, this poster seems very much to me like a Game of Thrones style family at war image. We have a perfect mirror down the center, with Aziraphale/Angels/Nina&Maggie on Aziraphale's traditional left side, and Crowley with Beelzebub & Jim as reflections of Maggie/Nina, and Shax and Michael(?) as reflections of the three angels on the other side of the mirror. It seems unbalanced, unless you count the floating white head (conveniently watching in the background) as The Metatron...

Which means Michael is... not on the same side as Uriel and Saraqael? She's also grouped in with the Metatron and Shax, on the side of the demons. How very odd. Gabriel & Nina also have a mirror in that they've both turned their backs to the crowd. Gabriel is willing to go live with Beelzebub in hell, and shut down Michael's plan and the Metatron's scheming for a second Armageddon, so that literal turn towards Beez and away from everyone else makes sense to me. The Nina one however? Not so much from what we've seen. Why is she turning her back on the angels & demons? 2. The individual posters

Interestingly, the individual posters all line up pretty much exactly with the all the allegiances this season. You just have to look at the way the characters are slanted vs. how the backgrounds behind them are slanted. All 3 bookshop posters and all 3 street posters are slanting left, with their characters also slanting left. They are who they say they are, and they're on the same side.

Michael and Uriel have right slanting backgrounds, so odds are heaven is supposed to slant right. Uriel is following the rules and slanting right, but of all the characters on the posters, Michael is the only one really betraying the background slant, and is slanting left against her background. Something's up with Micahel. They're not on the same side as they claim to be. Saraqael is more mysterious, as the only one sitting straight, and the only angel to have a left slanting background. Shax seems to be slanting left with a left slanting background, which puts her in the same pose as Uriel, but mirrored. While Beelzebub is weirdly slanting right with a right slanting background, making them a bit of a traitor, like Michael. Shax, Saraqael and Michael have some explaining to do. Lastly, and I think mostly obviously, there's clearly a missing poster in the set. Why doesn't hell have a third green poster? Is it supposed to be the Metatron, and they didn't want to spoil the surprise? Furfur maybe? Why wouldn't poor old Furfur get a poster when he has more screen time than Uriel? I don't think this is very important other than it's funny : everyone single person is holding something in their right hand, except for Shax and Crowley, who are holding things in their left hands, and Muriel, who's holding fucking NOTHING. Poor baby Muriel lolsob. One thing I do think might be important is that there are 21 posters in total + 1 missing one. So maybe 22 posters for season 2? How appropriate. 3. The triple phone box

In both the Nina street poster and the group street poster, there's are a set of 3 red phone boxes down the street. We never see phone boxes in series 2. Seriously, not once. Every other detail in these ones is from Whickeber street footage: gumball machine, post box, newspapers, coffee sign, puddle, walking extras... The only thing out of place is those blasted phone boxes. As far as I can tell it's literally the only thing in all 21 posters that never appears in the show in some form, and this background plate is used for all the street posters, so the phone boxes are in quite a few of them.

4. Crowley is showing his good side, Aziraphale is always facing away from Crowley.

Crowley is always shown with his head tilted to his right this season, body tilted towards Aziraphale and always with long sideburns. Even in the illustrated poster his default is head to the right, sideburns long.

EXCEPT for this poster. This is the only time he's looking away from Aziraphale, and his snake tattoo is visible. And his sideburns are short. Either nobody noticed this or they refused to fix it. There's also the matter of Aziraphale facing his body away from Crowley in every single image except the allegiances poster, where they face each other. So cute.

5. The sneaky details posters

This one has: 1. Pride & Prejudice 2. Treasure Island 3. A tale of two cities 4. The Crow Road 5. Catch-22 9.

AND whatever the hell this photoshop artifact/invisible thing coming out of the scroll on Aziraphale's desk. I checked every version I could find of this poster and it's always there. It looks like someone tried to edit out something that was there and sort of got it mostly right. Which is completely ludicrous given the amazing amount of flawless photoshopping and collaging going on in this image. These are the magicians linking rings from the 1941 magic shop. Mystery solved!

This one has the yellow book on the bookstand, the record, and : 1. Only one clock hand on the grandfather clock, facing 6. 2. A feather duster on the floor (but weirdly it's grey not yellow). 3. The dark horse statue with Crowley's old sunglasses on it. 4. Aziraphale's bowtie ON THE FLOOR. What. Why. I can only conclude that in this poster either A) Aziraphale and Crowley have left these things behind (meaning no more bowtie for Aziraphale in season 3) B) They are currently not wearing these items somewhere else in the bookshop....

_____________________________________ I ran out of images. So the dome poster will have to be it's own post!

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heyjwi · 1 year ago

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Is it okay if I can request a mix of fluff and smut? I kinda got this thought where easily flustered reader and cold but sweet jisung woke up the next day after doing the deed and reader wakes up to jisung with glistening lips staring right at them which drives them crazy but he's still just freakin' looking at them like a mf snack 😩 and then he says a quick "good morning" before attacking your lips 🥵 I'm crazy help

after glow | pjs

synopsis: waking up next to jisung after a long night and seeing him staring right into your eyes. his hair was ruffled and he laid shirtless beside you..

ty for your req <3

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warnings: smut, rough morning sex, scratching/ marking, oneshot.

dom!jisung x fem!reader

the sun gently glazed through the window of your shared apartment. feeling the warmness on your face led to you opening your eyes, only to see your boyfriend staring into your eyes.

his hair was slightly ruffled and his lips pursued with a glow. jisung moved to face you completely, revealing his marked up neck and shirtless chest, reminding you of what happened the night prior.

he noticed your eyes on his neck, causing him to let out a small chuckle.

“reminds you of something huh.” , he mumbled, leaning forward to kiss you. his hands lingering to your bare thighs under the blanket. jisung let out a small groan, moving his hands to your panties.

you moaned into the kiss and spread your legs to give him more access. jisung pulled away when he felt you had nothing on, giving you a funny look alongside a small giggle.

he slowly pushed two thick digits inside your hole, you let out a loud moan at the feeling. he thrusted his fingers deep inside you, before you could cum, jisung quickly withdrew his fingers and hovered above you.

he pushed himself up against you body, and pulled down his boxers. jisung groaned, sliding his cock between your thighs and pressing firmly against your entrance.

your lips slightly opened at the feeling of him pushing himself inside, unable to let out a sound. he slammed his pelvis upwards forcefully. jisung gasped, feeling sweat dripping forming on his forehead form the blazing sun outside as he continued thrusting into you aggressively. "you feel so fucking good..”, he whispered into your ear.

you both moaned loudly, feeling jisung shiver as he continued to pound into you. sweat was rolling down his neck, and his muscles were trembling with exertion. “so pretty..”

your hands gripped onto his back, scratching little red marks as he thrusted harshly. he shuddered at the sensation, panting heavily as he felt himself about to release, continuing to slam his hips up. your eyes slightly rolled back and you released a string of moans as your bed rocked against the wall.

jisungs climax hit him hard, filling your womb with his seed. his body trembled violently as he groaned deeply, pulling you close tightly against him. you let out a choked moan as you felt both of your releases slowly leaking out of your pussy.

he flipped you around so you laid on your stomach and gave you a kiss on the head. "hold on for me a little longer baby.." he mumbled, entering you from behind roughly. "want to feel more of you.." he says in a husky whisper in your ear.

you couldn’t help but whine at his sudden intrusion, reaching a hand back for support. he chuckled and grabbed your hand, using it to push himself deep as he pumps in and out of you slowly at first, then gradually building up speed and intensity. you moaned and groaned with each thrust, your words becoming broken and incoherent until eventually, your simply lost in pleasure.

his breathing became ragged as well, sweat dripping down his face as he continues pounding away at you relentlessly. he growls deeply, pushing himself further inside you than before.

“jisung fu..ck..” , you mumbled out , feeling him hitting your sensitive spot. a loud gasp escaped your lips at the feeling of his cock hitting you repeatedly.

he grinned mischievously, increasing his pace even more. "cum for me baby." jisung whispered, grabbing onto your breasts firmly as he pounded away at your pussy relentlessly. your whole body shook violently as you came all over his dick, screaming out loud in ecstasy.

jisung panted heavily, his cock still buried deep inside your quivering pussy as he smirks down at you, his breathing becoming even more labored as he starts to shoot his load deep inside you, causing another loud gasp to erupt from you.

he looked down at you in satisfaction, smiling widely as he slips his dick out of your dripping pussy. his hands wrapping around you once more as you laid in his embrace.

jisung smiled, placing soft kisses onto your forehead. the sun shining down on you both as you snuggled into his chest.

“good morning my love”

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dreamsofmoney · 2 months ago

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-> L&DS Men as catboys ! x reader - Headcanons

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―୨୧⋆ ˚. Inspired from the current in-game event obviously, a bunch of headcanons imagining what it's like for you to leave everyday with them as catboys.

SFW, gn! Reader, very fluffy, cute and domestic, lots of comfort, just talking about what kind of cat they are, what personality they have, their habits and hobbies, their relationship with reader etc. Just a little CW for Sylus's part where I talk about dead animals and his sadistic tendencies, because it's Sylus after all.

ฅ≽^•⩊•^≼ฅ 𓆝 ✮彡🐾~ enter ! ~🐾✮彡 𓆞 ฅ^>⩊<^ฅ

XAVIER ᡣ𐭩

• Not much of a surprise if I tell you that catboy Xavier is the most chill and sleepy cat ever.

• He sleeps for around 12 to 15 hours a day, and 12 hours is really the minimum, otherwise he gets grumpy.

• I imagine him to be either a British shorthair or a Ragdoll. Probably more of a Ragdoll because of his blue eyes and how chill he is, but the roundness of a British shorthair also fits him in my opinion. You can carry a Ragdoll, lift it up, move it around and yet the cat stays very relaxed most of the time. I think Xavier is similar in that sense, he doesn't really budge no matter what you do. You can poke him, pet him, scratch him, cup his face, give him belly rubs, annoy him by breathing on his ears, yap for hours next to him and he has to listen to you, carry him around whatever you want, and he won't say much, he'll be as limp as a mop.

• Cat Xavier considers you as the only person with whom he feels fully comfortable. There's nobody else but you to make him feel safe enough to put his guard down and relinquish his wary personality.

• Therefore, for cat Xavier, as long as he can spend time next to you, safe and sound in the comfort of your warm mutual home and safe place, the rest does not matter much.

• So he is very easy-going with pretty much anything. However, as much as he is compliant and he never complains, that does not mean he won't hold a grudge against you for what you have done. Cat Xavier, just like any cat, has his limits, the only difference is that he is more tolerant with your bullshit than most cats.

• But he'll let you know when he is upset at you because you either went too far, you bothered him a little too much or he was missing you too much because you were away for too long. He's not very mean, he just gets very pouty and he sulks in his little corner, ignoring you for a while. (like 10 minutes lol) Sometimes he can gently tease with humour about you doing something wrong, but he'll always accept your apologies and he'll forgive you.

• Cat Xavier has a preference for the particularly warmest places of the house, which are sometimes a little strange. It goes from his little cushion/bed, to the pile of pillows and plushies, then to the closet with your clothes inside, literally on top of the freakin' radiator, inside the washing machine's drum, and finally ; and most importantly, your belly <3.

• Cat Xavier absolutely loves sleeping on your belly, or just sleeping on any body parts of yours in general, or even just laying there putting half of his weight on top of you for no reason other than appreciating the warmth of your body. In his daily life, it's very important for him to constantly have physical contact with you, it could be just a light brushing of his tail around your body, or a well-deserved pat on the head, a little rub on your arm or leg, or better : his very favorite scratches around his ears.

• He's not a loud cat at all, very quiet and rarely ever makes noise except for purring. The only downside is that sometimes when you call him and he doesn't answer because he is sleeping or quietly focused on his activity, then you have to search for him everywhere around the house, while imagining the worst case scenarios. It's very stressful.

• His favorite hobbies include napping, getting pets and scratches around his ears from you, playing video games and board games, reading, eating fried chicken, finding new napping spots around the house, cuddling on the couch with you, and bathing. He is definitely an only indoor cat, I believe. Rarely, he accepts going outside with you for a stroll at a calm park or to do some grocery shopping.

• Yes! Catboy Xavier likes bathing! He is one of those rare cats who actually appreciates being washed with warm water. He likes swimming in it too, as long as it's very warm.

• When it comes to what he doesn't like ; Xavier despises getting his claws trimmed, being cold and coming in contact with cold stuff, rain, you being away for multiple days, and being brushed.

• But you absolutely have to brush him or else your home would be covered with white fur everywhere. His fur is quite thick and fluffy and he sheds a lot. He knows that well, so he'll stay patient and won't complain, but deep inside he really wants to escape the brush.

• Cat Xavier is a very obedient cat, he can be just a bit reluctant to do certain things when he doesn't appreciate them or when he feels very lazy (just like anyone). But he won't be stubborn about it and eventually he'll give in.

• He is a little bit of a glutton, you have to hide away some food or else he'll eat almost everything and then he will have a stomach ache, whining about the consequences of his own actions. Secretly, he does try to steal some food from time to time by avoiding your surveillance and unfortunately for you, it works.

• Cat Xavier is not a mischievous cat tho, he doesn't play tricks or tries to mess things up, in fact he is so wise and well-behaved that he even learned to scratch his nails on nothing else but the cat tree you got him ; so your furniture was absolutely never damaged.

• Cat Xavier is usually a very lazy cat who doesn't push himself to hard when it comes to tasks. However, he does like to take care of your home and to partake in some little domestic activities alongside you, such as doing the laundry and changing the bedsheets after cleaning them ; even if he's not the most dutiful, he is willing to accomplish those things if it means making you proud of him.

• For example, a nice attention of his is to do little tasks around the house while you're not there or while you are resting, in hopes that you'll praise him or that you'll reward him later. Like watering the plants or picking up the trash.

• And that's it, don't expect him to do more than that. Catboy Xavier is too lazy to do something that requires too much effort, either mental or physical.

• Instead, what you can expect out of him everyday is his ability to monopolize the sofa and keep it warm by doing so. Reaching his arms to you with open hands, demanding a cuddle or a pet out of you, you don't know which exactly, but you just gotta approach him a little bit and you'll know soon enough when he'll lock you in his embrace and he'll nuzzle his face against you.

• Catboy Xavier looks up at you, with no words out of his mouth you can still identify this typical naive pleading look of his ; the one that says "please, give me your affection too".

• Basically, Xavier as a catboy is a very quiet, well-behaved, cuddly and clingy companion, who appreciates nothing more and nothing less, than the domesticity of indoor activities and the comforting warmth of your presence.

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ZAYNE ᡣ𐭩

• Catboy Zayne is, as expected, a very calm pet and a good caretaker of your home, one who rarely ever complains and who does his work dutifully.

• Catboy Xavier is like a true perfect butler who takes care of everything. Or maybe more like a maide actually. He takes care of all the tasks around the house ; cleaning, sweeping, cooking, ironing, washing, folding, refreshing, repairing, doing the laundry, collecting the trash, making the bed etc. He takes care of your garden too, gets rid of the weeds, gives a cut to your plants after watering them. He also manages your paperwork and your schedule (such as your taxes). And of course he takes care of you and your health, helping you relax when you need to, advising you proper medication and sometimes provides a massage as a supplement. He's basically an excellent handyman, the perfect man you could imagine, always ready to be at your service, and not because he is forced to but because he genuinely believes it is his obligation. Catboy Zayne loves to take care of everything for you; for him it is a synonym of taking care of you too.

• Therefore, it's very comforting to live alongside him when all the sheets and clothes smell fresh and clean, every room is perfectly dusted and neatly organized, the flowers are beautiful and lively, the meals are delicious and nutritious, and a cat is there to greet you every morning when you wake up and every night when you come back home.

• Although, what you don't know, is that housework isn't only the way for him to take care of you, it is also his way to indulge in his obsession with you. Cat Zayne is obsessed with your scent and he loves holding on to everything that belongs to you ; so much so that doing housework becomes a pretense for him to indulge in his guilty pleasure.

• Every time he grasps in his hands an object you own, he feels content with the idea that he is sharing it with you, that everything which is yours is now also his, that everything you have touched is linked to him when he touches them. Sometimes he even keeps a few insignificant trinkets that he puts in a little box, dedicated to your items. Every time he is folding your clothes, he inhales a few of them, feeling satisfied with how good his owner smells. He previously questioned himself if what he was doing was perverted and wrong, but he estimated that it was not since he has no sexual interest in it. And it might be a little dirty and weird, but truly, he is just merely enjoying your scent because he loves you and misses you so much while he works, nothing more and nothing less.

• As you would expect he never ever tells you about all of this, and somehow you never really notice his strange behavior. He isn't ashamed of the passion he has for you, but he is a little scared you might take your distance with him after knowing about it while he kept it as a secret for so long. Moreover, he is terrified that you'll consider him a bad and unruly pet.

• His slight obsessiveness also translates into him watching over you constantly when you don't notice it, particularly when you have your back turned away from him. Cat Zayne is constantly surveiling you and that is also his own way of taking care of you ; he could be behind the corner of your bedroom's door without you knowing and looking at you discreetly because he doesn't want to disturb you, he could be looking at you through the window while you enjoy some time in the garden, or he could be silently watching over you when you are working, passing behind you multiple times to observe what you do with curiosity and to admire your figure. It might seem really creepy but it isn't (please believe me). Catboy Zayne observes you a lot but not in a controlling manner, it's more of a constant admiration and curiosity towards you. Think of those cats who follow you when you go to the toilets for example, it is strange but it's usually out of care and appreciation. Similarly, cat Zayne appreciates watching you from afar, because he knows most of the time he's too busy and shy to get closer to you.

• He watches you so often, that he developed a certain skill to know in advance what you are going to do and what you are going to say sometimes. For example, he is quick to catch a glass or a mug you accidentally knocked, based on your position and his prediction of your next movements, as you angrily tell him what your boss did today. Or he warns you when you are about to bump your head onto the door-frame as he puts his hand over it. Or he can also complete some of your sentences when you converse with him.

• In general, cat Zayne is very quick to react and possesses good reflexes. Probably the most skilled out of all the catboys.

• In all logic, he is also very meticulous, which goes along with his responsibilities and his carefulness around you.

• Catboy Zayne has a certain degree of obsession with order and perfection ; if your home would be a mess, he would never forgive himself, as he considers it his duty to take care of the safe and harmonious place for your well-being.

• You tend to worry about his own well-being when you witness him working so much, so you try to help him to relieve him of his workload. Zayne appreciates the gesture, but he still insists on putting you aside so that you can let him take the matters in his hands.

• Instead, you suggest him to take some time off more often, and encourage him to develop his hobbies in his free-time.

• Catboy Zayne rarely allows himself to take breaks, but with time he does start to develop certain hobbies (outside of the obsessive ones), supported by the enthusiasm of your encouragement. As a result, he started to read more often, to play chess, to play with a few feathery toys you bought him, to listen to music, to run outside, to contemplate the birds and the shining sun by the window, and most importantly, he takes advantage of this precious time to stay glued to you.

• As much as he is shy and discreet around you, catboy Zayne is most definitely a very cuddly cat who loves being held in your arms. Most definitely a Main coon in my opinion, and I cannot imagine him as any other breed other than this one. Main coons are known to be giant cats with a very long and thick fur, big pointy ears, as well as a very big fluffy tail too. Paradoxical to their size and their fit body, they're usually not very courageous and physically strong cats, nor do they have a particular inclination to outdoor activities. Instead, they prefer living a comfortable life without too much physical effort, just enough to explore a little and satisfy their curiosity, while they enjoy their leisurely activities at home most of the time. They are also very cuddly and affectionate, they love to have lazy cuddle sessions. Thus, I believe catboy Zayne would be more similar to this breed both physically and in terms of personality.

• So typically like a Main coon, cat Zayne is very cuddly and he is definitely not a courageous cat outdoors. He doesn't hunt, he only goes out when it's sunny and when he's not too busy, and he would much rather stay inside with you to continue observing you.

• Since he doesn't have a lot of time off, you can be sure he'll be really clingy when he has the opportunity to do so. It's his most favorite activity, to just lay with you and cuddle in bed or on the couch, or really just anywhere in the house. He also wants to be held and picked up but it can be a little difficult considering his size and weight. He can be a little suffocating, because he constantly lays on top of you when you sleep and rubs himself on you to smell you and leave his scent above, which are signs of great possessiveness over you. But if you tell him to stop, he will. Cat Zayne wants to be the most obedient cat in all circumstances.

• Actually, at any of your orders cat Zayne will listen and execute those orders of yours immediately. He doesn't listen to anybody else, only you. Not that he meets a lot of people anyway, since he prefers to stay at home during 90% of his time, but even if he would, he'd feel very uneasy around new people.

• I guess he is sort of a "scaredy cat", if you could call him like that. He is scared of strangers and gets easily startled by sudden movements or by very loud noises, it makes him wince and cover his ears because of his highly sensitive hearing.

• Catboy Zayne dislikes anything which disturbs his tranquility. Meaning : sudden or brutal movements like a door closed by the wind, loud noises like the honking of cars, when he cannot get his work properly done, when it is stormy outside, thunderstorms, dogs barking, and the absolute worst being strangers coming over to your house.

• When a stranger invades your home, he hides pathetically in a closet or under your bed, far away from the menace, and he only comes out once it goes away.

• To make up for the mental disturbance of this event, Catboy Zayne tends to come over to you, and it's one of those rare times when he allows himself to be visibly vulnerable around you, by asking you to comfort him. Sometimes he doesn't even say it verbally, he just silently approaches you, and after so much time spent living alongside him, you can already guess he is feeling unwell by just looking at his expression, and you know exactly what to do.

• The only thing which could revitalize him is you and your cuddles, and the only other thing which could do the same is : salmon. Salmon being cat Zayne's favorite meal and you being aware about it, you decide to cook for him a big juicy piece of salmon.

• It's probably more than just the salmon that he finds comforting ; it is the fact that you act so patiently and you take your time to cook for him, it is the special and meticulous attention of yours to make it the most delicious meal, it is the kindness and altruism of your action. Basically, it is the fact that he witnesses you being good, amazing even, at taking care of him, at imitating the way he usually acts ; while you are supposed to be the one that he serves. Zayne is reminded that, as him being your pet and as you being his owner, the roles should be reversed from time to time, and he can definitely count on you to be a good caretaker for him.

• Zayne as a catboy is an obedient and attentive pet, one who perfectly accomplishes his obligations and who greatly takes care of his owner, because he immensely cherishes them. But in reality, he is a gentle giant who needs a lot of comfort and care too.

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RAFAYEL ᡣ𐭩

• Catboy Rafayel is a very playful and active kind of cat. Probably one the most energetic cats out of them all.

• He is a goofball, he likes to play with various things such as : toys, furniture that he can scratch, your hair, your hands, your legs, a bunch of random trinkets you buy that he likes to push to the edge until it drops to the ground.

• He is playful but he is not a meanie, therefore he won't purposely play with something which is too valuable to you or something which looks too fragile to be played with, at the risk of breaking it. And catboy Rafayel is a very witty cat with good observation skills, and an excellent capacity at understanding his surroundings to easily identify exactly those objects.

• However, occasionally they do break. Rafayel immediately apologizes and begs for forgiveness, teary eyed and feeling guilty for overestimating his judgment capacities. You, of course, forgive him ; no little trinket is more important than your precious kitty.

• His playfulness also consists of him teasing you a little bit. Again, not in a mean way, but just enough to catch your attention. For example, he'll brush his tail under your nose, he'll rub himself all over you, he will run around your legs for no reason, he'll lightly push his claws inside your arm, not enough to hurt you but enough to mark it with punctured dots. Or he will call you ridiculous nicknames that only he finds funny.

• In general, cat Rafayel is a harmless being, he could never hurt you or any living thing, not even a fly. He knows how to use his fangs and claws if he really feels in danger, just like any adult cat, but he tends to be naive and wimpy. Therefore he's not really alert enough to raise his guard fast enough in some situations, and you have to intervene to protect him instead. The advantage is that when he grabs your arm or leg, bites it and scratches it like a madman, it doesn't hurt at all, it's like those kittens who try to act fiercely.

• Cat Rafayel is definitely more of an outdoor cat. Home for him is the place where he knows he can always return safely to. Home is the place where he can sleep, eat, leisurely rest, and selfishly enjoy all of your attention all for himself. He requires it almost constantly and orders you around for things he wants. Which doesn't mean you necessarily indulge in his requests, but he'll continue to meow, whine and act needy in hopes you accept, until eventually he gives up, and just an hour later he'll already forget about it.

• Cat Rafayel being essentially an outdoor cat means he loves exploring nature, laying in the grass, sunbathing, and hunting. Now, he's not a very good hunter, but nothing makes him prouder than bringing you an object he found (like a little trinket to make himself forgiven) or a little prey he caught between his claws. It's usually a small lizard or a baby mouse. Birds are too fast for him. He never kills them because he feels too bad about it, so he only brings it to you and then releases the poor creature. One time, he brought you a big rat, his biggest catch, then you had to eradicate it from your place and it took a whole week...

• Ah also, he is surprisingly a very good swimmer who's not afraid of the water at all. The bath isn't his favorite thing but he tolerates it since it helps him to be clean, and ironically, later on you see him literally swimming in the lake nearby.

• Indoors, he likes painting of course, crafting little gifts for you, sleeping with you when he comes back home, playing with you, fetch the ball and bring it back to you, watching movies and series, as well as wild life documentaries, especially the ones about fish and other oceanic species.

• Noticing his interest in this very specific topic, you decide to buy him an aquarium full of little fishies, specifically made out for little kitties like him to put their paws in from the top, catch a fish and eat it. However, cat Rafayel only plays with them and stays there watching them for hours on end.

• It turns out he categorically refuses to eat fish. How strange... He's quite a picky eater of a cat. Instead, he only accepts eating other kinds of meat, especially turkey meat being his favorite. He's also addicted to these little cat treats you give him after you play with him or after learning him a trick.

• Other things he dislikes are : getting dirty outside, staining his fur with paint, being bored and not entertained enough, breaking something or making a mistake you warned him not to do, when you don't play with him, when you don't pay attention to him, when you leave him alone at home.

• Catboy Rafayel hates staying at home alone so much, that he even begs to follow you when you leave the house, pretending he does it to protect you (even if you just go out for a 5 min walk). Accompanying you wherever you go is also one of his favorite things.

• You just have to understand that, Rafayel essentially lives for your attention and your care for him, he craves it all the time and if he doesn't get it, suddenly the walls of your house feel immensely suffocating.

• I think cat Rafayel is most similar to a Somali cat. It's a breed of cat with thin and long fur, large ears and a very fluffy tail ; a type of cat which is very energetic and lively, hence the need to go outside and to be regularly entertained with games. But most importantly, it is a breed of cat that is very VERY possessive of their owner ; as much as they like to have their independence, they value their owner more than anything and cannot stand being on their own for a long time. Similarly, cat Rafayel values your presence a lot and he doesn't know what to do anymore without you.

• He's not the most physically affectionate cat ; he accepts everything and he does like it when you pet him, hug him and give him little pecks since it shows him you pay attention to him, but he doesn't require it all the time, and he doesn't like when the petting sessions take too long, otherwise he gets bored. His favorite spot to be pet is around his neck.

• Catboy Rafayel is a very intelligent and observant cat I believe, he can easily discern when you are feeling unwell, either sad or mad or tired ; whatever it is, he can make out your emotions even if you don't verbally tell him.

• Therefore, catboy Rafayel is very good at comforting you, always in a very gentle way. He doesn't need you to tell him what happened if you don't want to, without that he can still wrap his body around you, embrace your figure and softly pat your head, with an additional kiss on your forehead if he has to wipe away your tears. And if you need to let it all out, of course he is also all ears for you, he can quietly sit while listening to you for as long as you need ; after all, if you're not feeling well enough, then he doesn't have anybody to play with.

• I think he'd lift up your spirits by bringing you to a nice spot outside, to have some fresh air and change your mind with something else, like seeing fireworks or going to the beach, or play with snow if it's winter, or jumping into puddles after the rain. After all, those are the activities that he likes to do, so naturally he wants to share them with you too.

• He could also comfort you by suggesting to do something for you. Although, he isn't the most skilled with his hands when it comes to doing something other than painting or crafting stuff. So if you tell him that you want him to cook, or take care of some stuff around the house, he'll do it but it's not certain it'll come out great. He really tries his best tho lol.

• For example, one morning he tried to make some pancakes with a fruit salad, scrambled eggs and bacon, tea and coffee and your favorite fruit juice. He decided he'll do everything on his own without your help, while you'll be sleeping, and then he'd be able to bring you an amazing plate right at your bed when you wake up, because he knew you were working a lot and you were very tired lately.

• Unfortunately, his plan didn't go as well as he thought ; he burnt the bacon, he couldn't even cook the eggs because he kept piercing them too hard with his claws and they would drop to the floor (it's hard to cook with these...), he cut his fingers multiple times while cutting the fruits, he teared apart the bag of flour while trying to open it, etc...

• Cat Rafayel felt so disappointed, all he had left was a tiny fruit salad, coffee and tea and a fruit juice to bring you. With his bandaged hand, he brings you the plate at your bed and looks down in embrassement, telling you he tried to make it better than this but he failed. That's when you notice a little heart made with cream on top of the coffee's foam, a sign of his hard work and dedication.

• Rafayel as a catboy is truly a dedicated pet to his owner, ready to do anything for them because they are the most essential being in his life. While he may sometimes act selfish, wimpy, clumsy, possessive and capricious ; his playful and witty personality is at the service of his one and only.

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SYLUS ᡣ𐭩

• It's not very easy to live with Catboy Sylus, he's a very unruly cat, it is useless to expect him to act exactly like you want him to, to follow your orders or your advice, or to wait for him to come back home.

• Catboy Sylus is absent most of the time, busying himself with stuff that you don't even know about and roaming around only God knows where. You've tried to ask him about it sometimes but he refused to tell you anything. So you can only hope he comes back home safely every now and then, and that he doesn't act too recklessly outside.

• It worries you, because when he does come back home every 2 or 3 days, it's usually in the middle of the night or right at dawn, and occasionally his body is covered with scars and bruises. Most of the time it's nothing too serious, but you still have to take care of those, otherwise the veterinary bills would wreck your bank account.

• Most of his scars are rather small, but one of his ears is chipped off and he's got two big scars on his lower back, maybe from an opponent who tried to catch him from behind.

• Cat Sylus is most likely a moggy or a sort of unknown mixed breed ; a very tall cat with very pointy ears, short white and brownish fur, a short tail as well and an angular face. If I'd really try to assign him a certain cat breed, then he'd be most similar to a skinny Siamese or an Oriental shorthair, or some sort of mix of the two (both breeds are pretty similar anyway). But again, I imagine him more to be a moggy stray cat that you found one day, badly injured and alone in the streets, and brought home despite his unknown origins. He does have some similarities with the two breeds aforementioned ; he's very energetic and highly intelligent, you can never try to trick him and you can never put him down to calm him.

• For example, once you had to give him medication, on veterinary's orders, just one pill everyday. Such a tiny little thing to make him swallow just once at one moment of the day, yet a merciful battle. The only way to make him eat it was to negotiate with him ; for one pill swallowed, he was granted a chicken leg.

• It is rather strange to witness that cat Sylus has very carnal instincts, and it might be because he used to live in the dangerous streets, but then again he doesn't look like a cat with direct wild feline genes. Whatever it is, it causes him to require a strictly carnivore diet and he also has a refined palate, meaning he only accepts to eat the best quality meat, real whole meat that humans also eat instead of the foul processed stuff given to regular cats. Or worse, smelly biscuits as treats. He'd be greatly insulted if you gave him those.

• About his hobbies, you don't know exactly what he does outside except than fighting and hunting, but he is supposedly a very good fighter, and most certainly a very good hunter, considering how many dead animals he brings you. It can be small lizards, mice, rats and other rodents. He also brings birds quite often ; from a tiny sparrow to a very large starling or crow. Although he strangely never kills those unlike his other prey, he keeps them alive and leaves them injured in your care, like you don't have enough work taking care of him already...

• In any case, you do take care of these little birds, feeding them and keeping them at your home so they can rest and heal their wounds, until you can let them fly away when they are healthy enough. Their wounds are always shallow and never enough to kill them, but still hurtful enough to leave them immobilized, which makes you wonder if Sylus doesn't purposely hunt them this way to satisfy his cruel and sadistic tendencies. You see him standing next to these birds when they are in cage, quietly trying to rest, and for unknown reasons he doesn't attack them but he just sits there peacefully, admiring them. When you asked him about it and pointed out his cruel behavior, he got offended by your words and retorted that you mistakenly considered him as a blood thirsty creature because of your prejudice against him, and at those words he left by jumping out of the window.

• In contrast, at home, he is very tranquil and mostly quiet, except those few times when he chooses to meow very loudly to annoy you, other than that he rarely interacts with you. He usually keeps his distances from you and he sleeps at the top of his cat tree, or any other high spot that he can find at your place. You've never seen him sleep very soundly tho, you notice that he always stays half awake, keeping his guard up even inside your home, suspecting whoever might try to break in, and positioned at a strategical spot, ready to pounce on them.

• During those moments, it's best to stay away and not bother him, cat Sylus might hiss at you if you get too close when he wants to be alone, and he is usually not a cuddly cat. If you force him into pets or a hug he will definitely make you regret it. He does not hesitate to scratch or bite you, thus injuring you and letting blood gush out of your wound. However, you can sense that he doesn't use his full strength on you, he could hurt you much more if he wanted to, considering how strong and fierce he is, but you notice that he holds back to push his claws or fangs too deep into your skin, and he carefully avoids the most delicate parts of your body such as your face.

• Gradually, he becomes nicer around you and is more inclined to get closer to you. For example, he likes to rest next to you on the couch, while you watch the TV or read a book, and the background sound of the variety show or of the book's pages being turned lulls him to sleep. He also appreciates sitting on the counter top of your kitchen while you cook and make yourself some tea or coffee, the buzzing noise of the teapot and the sizzling sounds of the pan's oil give him a peculiar feeling of familiarity, that he does not remember to have ever experienced before.

• Cat Sylus starts to take a liking into those pets you give him after a few months since you rescued him. When you argued that you cared for him and you loved him, and you were there for him no matter what, he started thinking that maybe you're right, maybe he could lower his guard a little more when he is at home, with only you and him. So now, he accepts getting pets every once in a while, mostly being caressed on his head and back, and getting head pats. He despises getting scratches, and don't you dare touch him anywhere else other than his back and head ; but other than that he likes your gentle and slow touch, one that he never had the privilege to deserve before because he was considered a bad cat.

• The more catboy Sylus gets comfortable around your home and around you, the more he starts acting in surprising ways. For example, he started smelling your potted flowers that you keep by your window while he watches over the street, seemingly pleased by their smell, and he doesn't even try to eat the leaves or play with them like most cats do. He also started appreciating the music you play on your vinyl, he likes everything but particularly jazz, r&b and some classical music. As another example, he started asking you if he can eat the exact same meals as you every day, especially if it's meat nicely seasoned and cooked. The more he'd spend time with you, the more he seemed to develop a certain refined and sophisticated taste.

• Overall, it turns out that Sylus respects your home a lot. He considers it a safe haven that he was extremely lucky to be brought to, so he'll never damage it and little by little he learns to love its little details that makes it such a special place for you and him. Like the flowers and plants, your collection of CDs and vinyls, a framed photo of you and a bunch of silly magnets as souvenirs on the fridge, the dent on the couch after so many years of you sitting there, and his own dent he started creating right next to it. He doesn't know if he really deserves this, after all he could've continued his life as a stray cat wandering the streets and never have the chance to experience this, and it wouldn't have changed much. But he is glad you gave him the opportunity to live something like this, and he could never be more grateful to you.

• Catboy Sylus does not tell you how grateful he really is, because he struggles to express his feelings, but instead he tries to show it. He does not know how to take care of a home and how to do housework, at all, but he decided he'll do things his own way.

• A special activity of his, that you don't know about, is guarding your home while you are away and guarding your bed while you are sleeping. Similarly to a dog, cat Sylus likes to do surveillance work around his territory, and most importantly around his owner. He paces around the house, doing some rounds to check every weak spot of your defenses. For example, at the back of your house, the fence is slightly crooked, which could become an opening for the enemy's strike. Which enemy? Who knows... But Sylus won't back down when it comes to your safety. At night, when he guards your bed, he lays at its foot and waits patiently for any suspicious sign, while keeping his senses alert. Later on, he even came to lay directly next to you, stayed closer to you to guarantee your protection in the most optimal way ; the warmth of your sleeping body next to him and the slight brushing of your ticking finger on his tail could never distract him! Then, just a few minutes before you wake up, when he senses you moving slightly, as the sun starts rising up at the same time, he promptly leaves to continue his duties outside.

• His strong territorial instincts and his possessiveness are at the same time a blessing and a curse. One day, one of your close relatives came by while you were absent, to drop off some of your belongings and a delicious home-made meal out of family generosity. Having called you prior and since they had a copy of your keys, they entered your home without knocking. Suddenly, something jumped on them and pushed them to the floor, keeping them locked with a strong grip as they panicked. When you came back home, it was difficult to explain to them that the enormous and threatening beast who attacked them, was actually the nice little catboy you rescued a while back, and that he wasn't a dangerous monster, he was just very protective and rigorous to his duties. For Sylus, anybody coming into your home, except you and him, is a threat, and he has a hard time understanding that it's not always true, but he might learn with time.

• One of the most difficult things with Catboy Sylus is the bath. When you thought that giving him his meds was already the hardest task you were ever given to, the bath was the ultimate challenge you could've never imagined, especially considering that he needs it quite often since he goes outside a lot. Sylus absolutely despises the water and the shampoo. It's probably because he never had the opportunity to get used to it and to get regularly bathed while living on the streets, but still he is particularly stubborn and difficult to handle. So it's a battle (again), where he sometimes slips out of your grasp, but you do manage to give him his bath after negotiating with him (again) a whole rotisserie chicken to eat after, only if he behaves. Sylus stays still, grumbling a little bit.

• About his emotions, catboy Sylus used to be a very grumpy cat, always with an angry expression with his eyebrows frowned and a mean look directed towards you. Now that he is less wary around you, he shifted his irritated look to a snarky smirk constantly plastered on his face, that you cannot seem to know how to remove. When he does his regular surveillance, he smirks, when he eats his food out of the plate you just gave him, he smirks, when he spends time sitting next to you, he smirks, and when you call him and his ears twitch and perk up just before he turns his head to look at you : his smirk grows even wider.

• Scrutinizing his face while he smirks at you like that, you notice the faint squinting of his crimson eyes, which indicates you the only thing you need to know now : Sylus is very content around you in your home.

• Sylus as a catboy is the most loyal and protective companion. As much as you take care of him and of his wounds, and you satisfy his refined taste, he does not require anything out of you in exchange ; being the true guardian that he is, all that matters for him is accomplishing his duty to protect your home, with you and him around.

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Pulled an all-nighter for my assignment only to get a shitty grade, so now I comfort myself with fictional catboys stories.

After I wrote this (and you have to believe me), it turned out that Xavier is canonically a Ragdoll and Zayne is canonically a Main coon in the cat event, and it makes me so happy to know I guessed it right. Also, I do not know if I exactly wrote this as them being cats or catboys, it's a little difference so it doesn't matter much right? I guess it's kind of both.

I hope I didn't make the characters too ooc since I don't know them all that well in-game as of right now. Let me know in the comments.

Anyway, this took me a whole week to write ; so thank you very much for reading and coming all this way, I hope you liked it just as much as I liked writing it ! ദ്ദി（• ˕ •マ.ᐟ

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「 3:30 AM 」

iv’s eyelids grow heavy as the hours ticked by, his sleep stifled in feeble attempts just to try and stay awake. the simple convenience store he stands before seems so barren in comparison to earlier when he passed it by, no bustling customers, mother’s with groceries, small children clinging to their arms with their own piles of sweets and assorted junk foods, not even the old man down the road, whom he saw quickly dart in for a pack of smokes and a few lottery tickets.

it is too quiet, even for his liking. at this hour, normally he’d see a few drunks spread out here and there buying a quick snack to help them sober up before stumbling back out the door with very minimal interaction on both recipient and server. the layover between shows was only a week, and even in the few hours he’s been here he’s already noticed these things. the emptiness feels sinister almost, like an ever looming hand hovering just above his shoulder, not touching, just out of reach.

the soft chime of the bell brings iv out of his thoughts momentarily, the door opens, the bell falling back into place with a gentle ring. he steps inside, the cool august air fading, his bones instantly warmed from the heater inside. a hoodie covering his features, practically engulfing him in the oversized material. his face obscured by a mask, as always. a simple black balaclava with some the bands sigel etched on the front. he finds the idea of wearing the mask in public a bit redundant since the mask itself was more identifiable than his bare face, however, vessel, ever the worrier, insists on it. he gives a soft glance in the direction of the registers, eyeing a pretty little thing behind the counter, before making his way to the drink fridges.

he notices how your eyes widen subtly, trying not to draw attention to yourself. he sees how your hand rests beneath the counter, such dainty little fingers tapping at the steel of the countertop, an irritating clanking of fingernails against the metal. poor nervous thing. how cute.

“sir?” you speak up, your voice barely above a squeak. “you need to take off your mask”.

he simply opens the drink fridge, grabbing a slab of water bottles, turning to face you.

“is that a requirement here?”

he didn’t even notice the sign above the door that clearly states to remove all head coverings.

“i mean you just can’t walked into a convenience store wearing a mask, i might think you’re gonna rob the place”

“fine” he softly mutters, pulling up the balaclava just past his mouth, the fabric resting on the bridge of his nose. revealing a sharp jawline and soft pouty lips shaped into a scowl.

“happy?”

his remark is spiteful and sarcastic as he places the slab of water bottles on the counter.

“i suppose you’re gonna charge me a convenience fee for the mask?” his words are still monotone. a joke.

“be thankful that i didn’t call the cops on you”

a small scoff left his lips at the mention of the faux threat, thick fingers appearing from beneath the worn leather of a black glove, resting on his chin, softly scratching the brunette stubble of his beard. his tongue subtly parting his lips, your eyes falling to stare almost instinctively down at the appendage as it swipes across his bottom lip, wetting it slightly.

“lucky me, i guess”

his words rumble low in his chest, a deep hum that murmurs low as they leave his lips. he stares for a moment, as if he were studying your appearance. from the way your eyes flutter softly with small blinks, the way your eyelashes batt against the apples of your cheeks, to the way your nose scrunches from the chill of the spring air each time the door to your store opens. your lips and the way they puff and pout subconsciously or the way they part slightly each time he’d talk, as if you are about to swallow his words no matter how brief his sentences are. oh god, he wishes those lips could part around other things. his eyes follow the length of your arm, from your dainty, dandelion-painted fingernails, to smooth silky hands, one’s that wrap tightly, almost anxiously around the scanner as you scan the slabs of water. to your shoulders, he could just invision the bite marks he’d leave, etched into pristine skin, these thoughts continue the further his eyes travel, to your clavicle and finally, your breasts, hidden beneath a neat blouse, his eyes only linger for a moment not to rouse suspicion, although he could not help but let his mind wander, envisioning just how gorgeous those perky, supple breasts would look free from the restraists of the fabric, nipples pebbled over with arousal, boucing as he slams his girthy cock into you. he draws his eyes away after a minute or so.

“so if you’re not here to rob me, what are you doing in town, i havent seen you around before, you new here?”

your questions are probing, invasive to iv’s ears. good. you did not mention his obvious staring, either you knew and didnt mention it out of embarrassment or that pretty little head of yours was filled with nothing but air. in a way he liked the latter, easier to toy with, easier to corrupt and full with nothing but thoughts of his cock, how perfect.

“do you expect every person who comes here is gonna rob you?”

iv cocks an eyebrow inqusitively at your questioning, eyelids slowly blinking as he gazed upon your throat, how it constricts with a small, anxious gulp, he can envision his hand wrapping around it, constricting your airway until you succumb to pleasure.

“you can’t expect nothing more in a town like this”

iv gives a soft nod, pursing his lips with a small hum in response, he hadn’t taken notice of it before but the store itself is kept moderately well, aside from a few straps of duct tape keeping the cracks in the windows sealed, and the lightbulb above the counter that flickers on and off every so often, the colour a muddy yellow, subdueing you beauty each time it would darken. in comparison to the shithole of a town outside, it is paradise, simply because of you.

“i’m in a band” he finally admits

the answer is short, closed off. your eyes widen in excitement, he’s mentally preparing himself for another round of questioning.

“ooh, go on tell, what band?”

he finds your reaction endearing, despite his own reservations he remains hesitant to say anything further.

“you wouldn’t know…” his response is standoffish, you take the hint and back off questioning him for now.

you round up his change silently, the price appearing on the small screen of the register. albeit he does feel bad about the way he responded, in the back of his head he knows he can’t get too close to you. despite every nerve in his body yearning to fuck you senseless over the counter top. his cock throbbing behind the confines of his jeans.

“sorry…” he mutters, noticing the subtle sombre expression across those perfect, pouty lips. he pulls out his card to pay, gathering the slabs of water in his arms.

“it’s alright, not that it matters, i never got time to go to shows anyway”

iv’s lips pout against the fabric of his mask, poor pretty thing. you’re working yourself to the bone it seems. he observes, even under the piss coloured lighting, beneath the most stunning set of eyes lays dark circles, your posture not as perfect as it should be, your shoulders slump forward, almost nodding off where you stand. iv couldn’t help but think that you are in need of a rest, and who a better man than himself to give you a nice rough fucking until you fall asleep on his chest, his cock stufffed deep in your cunt, half-hard as you clench around him.

iv shakes the thoughts from his head momentarily. it is something he’s gonna have to deal with back at the hotel.

“how long you in town for?” you ask. diverging the conversation, breaking the awkward silence that built between you two.

“about a week”

you respond with a simple nod, lips curling into a small subtle smile.

“see you around then”

“yeah.”

iv watched on as you disappear into the back room, his eyes dancing over your frame, adoring the sway of your hips, the round of your ass as she escapes from his vision, his cock hardens, throbbing with insatiable desire. god, if he stares any longer he is sure to ruin his boxers. he peers up to the security feed, the small tv mounted upon the wall, spit into four different screens, once of each corner of the convenience store, and the bottom left, one of the back room, which he assumes is the storage facility. he can see you, he stares, watching you dart back and forth, a lot of monotonous work still needing to be done. he can’t help himself, he grabs his phone from his front pocket, quickly snapping a pic of you in the security feed.

it was not much, the picture is grainy and blurry. he can just make out your figure, but it is enough. it has to be. then again, any semblance of you would help. his balls feel heavy down-weighed with litres of cum he needed to spill. he grabs the water, quickly darting out of the convenience store before he would start to rub one out where he stood.

the walk back to the hotel was suppose to be quick, only five minutes or so away, yet, with the throb of his cock, each step felt like half, his body feels heavy, an eternity scaped out over the course of a few minutes. all he could think about was you, the pretty little slut behind the counter, spending your days all by your lonesome in the store. he wonders how many times you’ve gotten so needy that you just would rub one out whenever there were no customers, slender fingers tracing around that aching, swollen clit, pumping deep into that meaty pussy of yours. God, it was driving him insane. his cock aches, only wishing to be buried deep in any hole you’d allow him into.

even more so as he fumbles with the key card, the damn thing slipping through his fingers and back into his pockets more than once.

“fuckin’ hell…” he curses under his breath, his breathing itself becoming laboured, warm against the fabric of his mask. arousal swelling in his pants, cock throbbing with thick pulses. by the gods he is desprate. every time he blinks, a vision of you behind his eyelids, each one in a different, more exposed state of undress until you were bare before him. the key card clicks, a chime ringing through the hallway as the door opens. iv practically stumbles inside, an awaiting iii lounging idly on the bed furthest from the door. his head lazily peering up to meet iv’s frazzled state.

iii put his phone down beside him on the bed, poorly dried hair still dripping wet from the shower, leaving inky black splotches on the pillow case.

“since when does it take an hour just to get water?-”

iii’s words fell deaf on iv’s ears, placing the two slabs down onto the counter, completely bypassing iii in the process heading straight for the bathroom.

the bathroom is quiet, only the soft echoes of iv’s breath present, all shaky and laboured. the room is still warm, steam billowing off the tiles from when iii occupied it. iv rips off his mask, small beads of sweat clinging to his forehead, dark strands sticking his skin as he eyes himself in the mirror. he is a wreck. he is not sure if it was the arousal talking or the lack of sleep but he knows he needed to do something about it and quick. his cock strains against his jeans, images of you, still present in his mind. all naked, spread out for him, greedy cunt taking every inch of his fat cock.

“shit..” he mutters through a shaky breath, peering down just to see how evident his arousal had become. the zipper practially about to bust with the sheer girth of it. iv is quick to rid himself of the fabric, his cock springing from his boxers, heavy and swollen, tip leaking with precum as evident by the generous wet patch in his boxers. he is amost afraid to touch it, fearing that he might bust with the slightest contact. he simply watches it throb and pulse against his stomach.

a knock at the bathroom door distracts him momentarily. iii’s voice ringing through his ears.

“you good in there, mate?”

iii’s voice is hesitant, almost concern laced in his words.

“yeah…gonna shower…”

iv’s words falter slightly, trying to hold back a moan.

“right…dont be too long yeah?”

“yeah…right…”

iv waits for a moment, hearing the dull thuds of iii’s footsteps inch away from the bathroom door. he lets out a shaky, relieved breath, dismissing his predicament for a second to get the water ready. steam flutters and curls in the air, instantly fogging the glass f the shower door as he waits for the temperature to correct itself, yet in the back of his mind, like some omnipresent figure, you lurk. beckoning him with a curled, tempting finger to sink deeper into whatever unhinged fantasies he has tucked away. by the gods he wants to do that so…just to get a taste, a feel, a smell even. You’d taste sweet, he knows that. pretty pussy leaky and wet just for him as he laps up your juices like a man starved, planting deep hungry kissed to your clit, sucking greedily at the sensitive bulb.

he looks back to the counter top, his phone laying idly beside the sink. he remembers the picture he snapped of you on the security feed. as perverse as the act was, he could not help himself. he could just delete the picture and be done with it, with you, he is only here for a week after all nothing would come through over one simple interaction.

but it would be such a waste…he kept his balls full for a reason, resisting the urge to stroke himself for weeks now until he found the right subject to satiate his needs. if he were to waste his cum on anything…on anyone…it would be a cute little bunny such as yourself.

iv reaches for his phone, his hand shaky, not necessarily in hesitation but arousal…need. he opens it, scrolling through his photo album, amongst the various photographs stored, from tour photos, selfies, pictures of his own cock, laid you, the one he’s been searching for. he zooms in on it, the angle of the camera giving a much better view of your cleavage, the supple, round mounds swelling around the fabric of your blouse, iv’s dick twitches at the sight. he props the phone down ontop of the tank of the toilet, leaning it against the wall so it was still visible from the shower.

he steps into the warmth, his body instantly relaxing into the water, soothing his weary muscles. he keeps the shower door open, not caring about the spray of the water that drenches the floor, as long as he could see you. his hand begins to trace town the soft flesh of his stomach, the supple pudge of fat of his abdomen retracting and clenching with arousal as his wraps his hand around his firm cock. his keeps his grip taught, squeezing droplets of pre-cum from the tip, a makeshift lubricant. pretending, wanting it to be your perfect cunt wrapped around him.

“f-fuck me…” he groans through gritted teeth. he did not want to go easy on himself, he didnt deserve that kind of reprieve. he knows this is sick, he knows he’s a fuckin’ perv. you are a damn stranger, a pretty one at that but still a stranger nonetheless. and here he is, stroking his dick to you. iv always had these perverted inclinations, sure he’s jerked off to strangers before, i mean porn exists for a reason but never to someone he knew or has seen in real life.

iv can’t help but feel disgusted with himself, ashamed even. you didn’t deserve this treatment from him…yet that feeling is quickly repressed the moment he stars to move his hand down his shaft.

“shit …thats it bunny…mmm fuck…” his cock throbs in his hand, as he continues to stare down the picture of you, pretending that you were actually there with him.

“keep suckin’ my cock….”

he could almost invision it, pouty, lips wrapping around his throbbing cockhead, all puffy and red from the abuse he so lovingly bestows onto you. he closes his eyes, seeing you so perfectly work his cock, interchanging between your hands and your mouth.

he grips his cock tighter, hips starting to gyrate against the pseudo-rhythm of your movements. an apparition it is, a false narrative constructed by his perverted mind, he could not stop, he would not allow himself to.

“take my fuckin’ cock pretty thing…mm yes. fuck back against it” his teeth clench together increasing the speed of his hand.

“thats its, bunny.. such a dirty little slut for me…oh fuck!”

he had to bite his tongue, supress himself from being too loud, knowing that iii is just outside, ii and vessel in the next room over, and the walls in this shithole of a hotel aren’t exactly thick.

iv gasps softly, letting his eyelids flutter shut again. this time imagining your ass bouncing back against him. the soft plush flesh ripping at the contact, skin slapping together making the most sickening yet lovely sounds. his cock dissapearing between your folds, perfect juicy cunt leaving a creamy ring around his meaty shaft each time he’d pull back, only to slam himself deeper into you over and over again.

gummy walls clenching around his cockhead, milking him of each drop of his cum. gods, it is a disgusting thought, but he wants to empty load after load of cum into you, bredding you senseless until it finally takes. your belly swelling with a strangers kid. his kid. that way he can finally have you.. claim you as his no matter the circumstance. that and the sight of you pregnant would ignite a while other fire under him, he’d not be able to keep his hands off of you, gods. he’d fuck that tight cunt until you’re begging him to stop, sucking greedily on your sensitive nipples, kneading swollen, milk-filled breasts to soothe the ache.

“gonna breed you, bunny…gonna be mine…all mine…”

he is pumping his cock as fast as he could handle, the appendage aching, all red and swollen with a desprate need fo release. he invisions your moans, how they’d pitch in loudness the closer you are to release. he lets his eyes flutter open, watching the picture of you as he nears closer.

“cum on this cock, bunny. be a good fuckin’ girl and cream all over this dick for me” his breath shudders in pleasure.

“i know you want to…mm fuck…that pretty cunt’s all nice and soaked…just beggin’ for my cum”

he can see it so clearly, pretty cunt gushing around him, dripping down onto his thick, meaty thighs. he cums where he stands, through a string of curses and rough, drawn out breaths. his knuckles coated in white, he is surprised he didnt ruin his phone screen with the weight of his orgasm, the sheer amount of cum is more than he anticipated.

“fuck…” he gasps breathlessly, feeling slightly lightheaded from his orgasm. he looks down at himself, his hand still firmly wrapped around the base of his now semi-flaccid cock, the appendage twitching with small pulses, his thighs covered in his cum, trailing down his skin, mixing in with the water. he feels elated, disgusting, still fucking horny, all wrapped up into a perveted bundle.

from this moment on, he needs to see you again. needs to touch you, feel you, taste you… fuck you. it’s beyond primal. fucking biblical even. for the heavens bestowed upon him a goddess and he will do everything in his power to not let you escape from his grasp. you are his, even if you did not know it yet yourself.

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sturniqlo · 4 months ago

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short fluffy blurb about holding hands with chris pls?

IS THAT OKAY?- CHRIS STURN

summary- y/n and chris have been on a couple of dates and have yet to do anything- even hold hands however, he had a question for her. BLURB

cw: FLUFF; holding hands, kissing

an: i've been going through some writers block and i got this cute request so i decided to write it! and it honestly took a completely turn lols and it's so short | thank you anon! | lowercase intended

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"okay, you can open your eyes in 3.. 2.. 1.. open!" chris let's go of her shoulders and she opens her eyes. "chris! it's so pretty! did you do this all by yourself?" she gasps at the sight of the aesthetically pleasing picnic setup. "yes, i did! you like it?" he rounds her frame to stand in front of her.

"like it? i love it!" she squeals and throws her arms around his neck, bringing him into a tight hug. "i'm glad you do." he hums into her soft embrace and wraps his arms around her waist, enjoying the moment.

chris and y/n had been on four dates already. so this was their fifth. they had been friends for quite some time and wanted to take it to the next step. however, the only sort of physical contact they've had was hugs -like the one they just had- awkward side hugs, kisses on the cheeks and resting their head on each others shoulder. they haven't held hands, kissed or had intimacy.

"wanna eat? i bet your starving after your shift." chris has picked her up from her work shift at the bookstore she worked at. "please, you read my mind." she unwraps her hands and giggles, placing a small kiss on his cheek. "i got your favorite, mac and cheese from tommy's and strawberry cheesecake from corner bakery." her mouth dropped from the thought of her.

"okay- that one!" they now laid on the plaid blanket. chris pointed at a cloud up in the blue sky. "a duck?" she squinted at the cloud he pointed at. "a duck? i saw a horse." he laughs, turning his head to face her. "a hor- alright. how about that one," she points to a new cloud. "i see a strawberry." chris looks and sees the same exact thing. "i agree with you on that one."

they continued laying on the blanket covered ground and pinging at clouds for the next twenty minutes. "okay, i give up! how are you seeing a barn house in that cloud? i see a freakin' dog!" they both giggle. "okay, alright! what would you like to do now?" she sits up and chris follows. "i wanted to ask you something actually." he rubs his clammy hands on his jeans. "shoot."

chris grabs her hands and loops his fingers through hers. "okay, wow- our first time holding hands." they both look down at their connected hands. "really? woah, you're right." she giggles and squeezes his hands lightly before looking back up at him. "your question?" she says.

"my what- oh that. okay, so. uh-" y/n looks at him confusingly. "chris, why are you so nervous, i'm sure whatever it is won't end bad. i'm not sure what you're thinking actually." she laughs. "okay okay! so, we've been hanging out for some- some time." y/n nods as he talks, she can't contain her smile as she might have a clue as to what he might ask.

"and i enjoy your company very much. i like being around you and talking to you and just- everything. i was wondering if.. i could be you boyfriend? is that okay?" he gives her a look. "wow- i- i've never been asked that way. of course you could be my boyfriend! only if i can be your girlfriend." he nods. "always." she smiles at his response and grabs his face to press her lips against his.

she pulls away once she's gasping for air. "i'm sorry." she nervously giggles and rests her forehead against his. "was- was that okay?" she whispers. "more than okay." he says before connecting their lips back together.

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spennsrs · 7 months ago

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spencer having his partner on his stream!?

❍⌇─➭ CAN U IMAGINE HOW SOFT HE WLD BE ﹀﹀︵↷

we are going full headcanons mode stay with me here

okay so imagine if you will: spencer playing games and interacting with chat, giggling and having a time

and here comes you, coming home from a long day of work, so excited to see your boy !! your spence!!

spence knows you're coming over, so purposefully has one of the headphones off his ear so he could hear the door and chat is ONTO HIM

to be clear, his chat doesn't just know you, they ADORE you

so when he hears the door opening and your keys jingling down onto the counter, spencer is all smiles and rushes out a hurried "be back, chat" and then he's GONE

all you see is a flash of his curls before you are wrapped in a bone crushing hug and an onslaught of kisses all over your face

oh he is talkative

"hi babe" "missed you so much" "i'm so glad you're here" "my beloved"

and there's a moment of silent bliss as you hold onto each other, his fingers gripping the hem of your shirt to keep you close, your arms around his neck in a hug, eyes closed and just enjoying each other

....

and then spencer remembers he's streaming

so he pulls away from your embrace, much to both of your dismay, but boy is still CHEESIN'

"baby, i know you just came home... but do you wanna make a little appearance on the stream? y'know chat will love seeing ya"

and you hesitate before smiling softly and nodding gently and then

he is tugging you along, he's like a damn kid on christmas cause as much as his chat loves you, he loves showing you off.... absolutely basks in the attention and how ppl will say shit in chat like "ur s/o is soooo cute spence!" "one chance [y/n] i beg" "[y/n] manning the stream real????" "[y/n] nation we are eatin GOOD"

you pull up a chair to sit beside him, leaning against him, fingers absentmindedly playing with his or his hoodie sleeve or his hair as he games and talks to chat

watching him in his element reminds you why you love this dork, and you can't help but press a kiss to his cheek

and of course chat goes WILD

spencer can't help but grin and his cheeks go pink before looking at you....

"that's pretty freakin' romantic of you, dude. careful, twitch might ban me if they see this"

in which you hit his chest and go back to snuggling into his arm as he games

overall... he loves having you on stream <3

#charlie’s blurbs #charlie's headcanons #requested by :: anon !#spencer agnew x reader #spencer agnew #reqs open #smosh spencer #smosh x reader

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sanguineterrain · 6 months ago

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could I request a fic with insomniac!reader and tim? i love your writing im excited to see how you make his character your own! <3

thanks for the request! first time writing tim... kinda nervous like I'm on a first date 🫣 hope you like! this one isn't as mushy gushy as my usual fics (jason) so yeah. also my knowledge of yj is purely through fic 🤙

tim drake x gn!reader. tw insomnia, tim being so awkward but maybe... there are feelings... who can say. tim's character is so interesting to me (probably because I identify with him the most lmao).

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It's really, really nice of the team to let you stay over tonight. Like, really nice.

You haven't even done much. You're pretty much a nobody in the superhero world, not even a D-list hero. Certainly not anybody that should be hanging out with the likes of Wonder Girl and Superboy and, God, Tim freakin' Drake.

Kon was just overly generous in his cool, brash way, herding you into a spare room after last night's battle. After tonight, you'll politely break away from the team to give them some reprieve. It didn't escape your notice that they didn't hang out last night like they usually do.

You've been awake for an hour now, listening for sounds of life in the corridor. If you were home, you'd already be on the couch watching crappy TV. But you really don't want to run into anyone here.

Maybe you have some chamomile tea leftover from the last time you stayed over. You hadn't stayed the whole night, slipping away without interference as most of the team had gone to their own homes.

You get up, stretching and popping joints. It's always a little cold in the Tower, and it wakes you up as you walk to the kitchen first. You're as quiet as you can be in heating the water and finding the tea.

You take your mug and head to the den. As you enter, you freeze.

Tim turns his head from his place on the couch. The blue light from the TV makes him paler, and his eyes bluer. Sometimes, he looks so much like Bruce Wayne, it startles you.

"Oh," you say, unsure what else to say. Your brain is tired and fried. "I... was just looking for my watch."

That's definitely your dumbest lie. You don't have a watch. Tim sure as fuck knows that.

His eyes flick to your wrist, as if reminding you both how stupid your lie is, then to your mug. He mutes the TV.

You stay where you are. Tim stands, obviously shouldering his own bout of insomnia.

"It's... you can come in," he says, just as awkward as you.

That's comforting. Tim's usually so suave, the few times you've interacted. He's all Gotham Heights, his upbringing never quite sloughing off no matter how many times he's probably tried to blend in and not be so... private school.

"I was just going to bed," he says quickly.

"No, you weren't," you say. You don't mean for it to come out so shrewd. Tim looks a little startled.

"I mean, you don't need to go," you add. "I'll take this to my room. It's fine. Sorry."

"No, I've been here too long anyway. I should work on my case."

Here's the thing. It's not that Tim avoids you because in order to do that, you'd have to see him more than three times a year.

But there's a distance. You've tried not to take it personally, tried to chalk it up to the fact that you're introverted and Kon and Bart are Kon and Bart, and Cassie's too straightforward to beat around the bush, and you've somehow won her over, which is nice.

And Tim is just... cautious. Paranoid.

Those are understatements, and you can't imagine the psychological damage caused by being raised by Batman, but, well, you've seen the previous and current Robins, so you can hazard a guess.

Anyway, Tim kind of acts like an unsocialized cat with you. You once mentioned it to Kon, in nicer words, but he dismissed you, saying, "Whaddya mean? Rob likes you!" Which had assuaged nothing, but whatever.

"I won't be here long," you say, as a last-ditch effort to not make it feel like you're kicking Tim out of his own space. "I just, uh, couldn't sleep."

He watches you in that freaky Bat way, like he's trying to determine if you're a threat or not. Jesus.

"It's hard for me to sleep after a battle," you add, trying to show your belly. That's how it feels, being around Tim Drake. Like you always need to be vulnerable first. Like you're in a battle of wills you didn't know you entered.

He doesn't sit down, but he does say, "Me too."

You nod and drink your cooling tea. "There's more tea in the kitchen if you want. Chamomile."

"I'm... good. Thanks."

You edge over to the armchair diagonal to the couch and sit.

"You can work in here," you say. "Unless, uh, it's too distracting. I'll keep the TV muted."

His laptop is on the other side of the couch. Tim is still, only his eyes moving from you to the laptop.

"I don't wanna push you out," you say.

"It's really fine," he replies immediately.

It's so not fine. This isn't boding well for your insomnia. You're definitely going to be agonizing over this interaction all week.

"I won't bother you," you say.

"I didn't say you would."

Then what's the problem?

Slowly, Tim returns to the couch. You look away, so it doesn't seem like you're watching his every move (you are), nor is Tim clocking your every move (he is).

He settles on the couch and opens his laptop. You drink and try to figure out what's playing on TV. It looks to be a rerun of Columbo. You smile.

"You like Columbo?"

Tim looks spooked that you're still talking to him, but he answers. "Yeah."

"Me too."

You watch Columbo silently look for clues. Tim types, fingers flying over the keyboard. Then his fingers pause.

"I used to watch it with Dick," he says. "When I first became Robin."

You nod, giving him your full attention. "Yeah? He seems like the type."

"He does a pretty good impression of him. He likes detective shows."

"You don't?" you ask.

Tim shrugs. "They're fine. I guess I just hate how predictable they can be."

"Of course the boy genius would say that," you say, smirking.

Instantly, Tim's face turns to stone. He hums, looking back at his laptop. You blink. What happened?

"Sorry. That was a joke," you say.

"I know," Tim says, any trace of warmth gone.

You're startled by the shift. "I don't—I wasn't making fun of you. I mean, you are smart. Really smart."

Tim carefully looks at you. "...Thanks."

You nod clumsily. You should've just stayed in bed.

It's quiet for a long time. You're trying to muster up the confidence to escape to your room when Tim speaks again.

"People have said stuff like that to be facetious. I... reacted without reading your tone."

It's not an apology, but it's probably the closest thing you'll get.

"It's okay," you say.

Tim nods. His shoulders aren't so tense, though his posture is atrocious when he's off-duty.

He gets up and gives you the remote. You take it, smile small. Tim retreats.

"You can unmute it if you want. I don't mind."

So you do, and you and Tim spend the next hour half-watching Columbo and half-watching each other. Eventually, your tea finishes, and the episode ends, so you get up.

"I think I'll try and sleep," you say.

Tim nods. "Good luck."

You hum. "Thanks. Good luck with the case."

"Yeah. Thanks."

You wash the mug and leave it on the dish rack. Then you escape back to your room. You really do feel like you could sleep again. Maybe Columbo reruns are the magic ingredient to a good night's sleep.

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Heyyy could u write for what Sanemi would put in his wedding vows for his hashira s/o when they get married a year after the final battle?

୨୧ a/n: i made it gn!reader since you only said s/o, so i hope you have no issues with that and enjoy reading <3

୨୧ wc: 0.5k

୨୧ warning: has manga spoilers

a lot of things have changed ever since the final battle ended. the demon slayer corps has disbanded, with you, sanemi, and giyuu as the only remaining hashiras who have survived to live in a world without demons. it's been a hard time for all of you, but together you've managed to move on and heal.

fast forward to a year after, and it's your wedding day. you're finally getting married to your boyfriend, sanemi. you can't help but feel nervous and excited, it's the biggest moment of your life. you're done with everything, taking one last look at yourself in the mirror as you prepare yourself to go out and meet your soon-to-be husband and everyone.

the moment you walk down the aisle, sanemi is completely mesmerized by your beauty. his eyes are locked onto yours, never daring to look away for even a second. your heart is beating at an insane speed to the point where you can feel it almost bursting out of your ribcage with each step you take closer to your groom.

"you look so freakin' beautiful." is the first thing he whispers into your ear the moment you're finally right across from him, his hot breath fanning against your already red face.

"you look pretty handsome too, nemi." you whisper back and he smiles softly. your eyes meet sanemi's big, lilac ones in an affectionate gaze, as he's about to say his wedding vows to you.

"i promise to protect you for the rest of my life, and no matter what happens, i'll be there for you. you're the best thing that's happened to me, i love you, y/n." although it was simple and felt a little clumsy because he was a bit embarrassed having to confess his feelings to you in front of a big crowd, but you were so touched nonetheless as you start crying tears of joy. which startles sanemi a little because he thought he messed it up, but you assure him that these are happy tears.

"i love you too, nemi. always have, and always will, my dear husband." you reply to him before the two of you share a passionate kiss, signaling the official beginning of your life as a married couple. you can't believe that the man in front of you, the love of your life, is now your husband whom you're about to spend the rest of your life with until your very last breath. once your finally processes everything, you begin to feel so overwhelmed and start crying happy tears again.

"stop crying or else you'll ruin your face, idiot." sanemi playfully teases you as he gently wipes away the tears falling down your cheeks.

"can't help it, i'm just too happy." you smile and wrap your arms around his neck as you pull him in for a hug, holding onto him for dear life. he envelopes you in his arms and hugs you back, spinning you around as everyone in the venue starts cheering for the two of you. and that was just the beginning of many, many joyful days with sanemi as your husband by your side.

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sl-vega · 9 days ago

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Hello there again! I was the one who asked about the Hiori piece and oh. my. god I just read your continuation of it and lost my mind!! Your work continuously exceeds expectations IT WAS AMAZING!!! The way you put research in and made it like accurate to a real life scenario was such a great touch. You also wrote it so fast?? The moment I saw your post I ran to go read it and needless to say it was fantastic! The little moments between Hiori and Karasu were hilarious and them bumping into reader?? Actual gold. If you ever did feel like writing that part three I would eat that up so fast. Thank you so so much for considering my ask. Reading it seriously made my day!!! Looking forward to seeing more of your writing in the future; I seriously can’t thank you enough I’m go reread that piece in the meantime and burn it into my brain!!

[ 🪽 ] - AND I'M HEAD OVER HEELS - hiori yo

✮⋆˙ hiori's more or less come to terms with the fact that he's head over heels for you-thanks to karasu's top tier wingmanning (read; teasing) and the two of you have gotten pretty close! only problem is that he has zero idea whether you feel the same way. unfortunately on your end, you're having a pretty hard time figuring out your feelings as well

cw/additional notes; potentially ooc, itty bitty spoilers for season 2 if you haven't watched it, indented text is used to represent flashbacks, (this fic has two other parts prior to this, and unlike the others it's harder to read as a standalone, so i'd recommend reading the first 2 parts liked below <3)

part one // part two // part three

-> divider creds to @cafekitsune

You tossed and turned in your bed, the fluffy and soft blankets draped over your body providing no refuge from the constant whirlwind of emotions going through your head.

You flipped over to lay down on your back as you held up the small tube of lip gloss so the waning moonlight would pass through the translucent plastic encasing the cosmetic.

You had used a ridiculously large amount in the little time you had owned it...

This was so unlike you, all worked up over something as small and simple as this? It was but a simple gift from one of your classmates, and it was just a thank you present!

So why the hell was it messing with your head so much?

Why did replaying the memory of Hiori gently pulling you aside during lunch just to hand it to you make your heart race? The mere recollection of his hand brushing against your's give you butterflies? It wasn't like this all those times you had lent him a pen during class, or when you ran into him at the mall-

-Wait...you saw him at the mall, in a freakin' makeup store. Buying something. Buying a gift. A gift for someone 'special' as his friend had phrased it.

Holy shit.

Did Hiori like you?

That simple possibility - the mere idea of it - makes your face flush, and the butterflies return once more. You'd be lying if you said that you hated the idea of him having feelings for you.

"(Y/N)? Could I speak with ya' for a sec'?" You turned around to the source of the familiar voice, it was Hiori, with that same soft and polite smile on his face, the same one he always had whenever you two talked, or when you caught his gaze during class. "Hm? Oh, hey Hiori! Of course ya' can." You waved off your friend, telling her you'd meet up with her later at your usual lunch place, while waiting for Hiori to say whatever he pulled you aside for.A few seconds after your friend was out of sight Hiori extended his arm and handed you a small light pink gift bag. Eyes widening momentarily, you took the bag from his hands and offered a quick bow whilst saying your thanks. "Hiori...it's not a special occasion or anythin' so why'd ya'..?" "Oh, well yer' always doin' favours for me and lending me stuff during class, so it's the least I could do." And there it was, that same smile again, you seemed to grow fonder of it every second you spent in this moment. After noticing his expectant gaze, you realized you should probably open it, and you did, moving aside the tissue paper used to stuff the bag, you lifted out a nicely packaged tube of lip gloss with pink graphics across 'CANMAKE CANDY WRAP LIP' it read out in a cute text. "Ya' mentioned how much you hated yer' lips being dry, so I thought it would be a good gift for you." He remembered that? You honestly just mentioned it to him in passing because you wanted to make small talk, but, that was really sweet of him. "Thanks Hiori." It was a whisper, bashful and soft, like how you only wanted him to hear it, he looked like he was about to open his mouth and say something again, but before the words could fall from his lips, he was cut off by another one of your friends calling your name. "-Oh, you should probably get going now, I wouldn't wanna keep ya' here." He chuckled silently, like a soft melody that waded it's way towards your ears, he gave you a quick nod before taking a few steps away. And before he left, he gave you that same smile, once more.

Ever since that occurrence, you'd always find yourself in positions where you sought him out, always finding excuses to talk to him, finding the most obscure reasons just to be in his presence.

Hiori was headed to the front office to do some printing? Oh, what a surprise! You had to go there too! Hiori was helping with clean up duty after P.E? Well so were you! If Hiori had to do something, you found some kind of excuse to do it with him.

Occasionally, when seeking solace away from the rest of your usual friend group, you'd sometimes find Hiori sitting in a secluded staircase on his phone, sometimes playing a game, or just spacing out while listening to music.

You adored these moments.

He'd let you join him, just sitting in silence together with the occasional quip of how you've been doing, or about whatever was going on in class, but, for the most part, it was peaceful, just a shared moment of solitude between the two of you.

You learned a lot about Hiori just from spending time with him, no words needed. He didn't seem particularly close to anyone, but was on good terms with everyone. He always had yakult on him, and was more than willing to share with you. If he had ear buds or headphones in, he was always listening to a soundtrack to a video game he played.

And yet, he still seemed like an enigma.

Sure, on paper he seemed like a pretty normal boy. He did fairly well in school, played soccer (and was quite proficient at it), he spent most of his free time playing games, and he was an all around good kid.

But there were a lot of other things that added to his character. Little quirks and habits you would pick up on.

He never mentioned his home life, nor his parents - you thought it would be best not to pry. You heard from a few of your classmates that they were professional athletes, it would explain his own athletic abilities.

All the food he ate was always nicely served and portioned out in his bento box, and he had a strange habit of calorie counting that you had picked up on. Again, you thought it was best not to pry.

Hiori Yo was fascinating to you. You wanted to figure him out more than anything. You found yourself talking about him a lot, intentional or not.

"(Y/N), did ya' hear about that new convenience store by the station? Me and Mizuki are gonna check it out after school." "Oh yeah, Hiori was telling me about it!"

At first, it was simple things like; 'Hiori mentioned that!' or 'Hiori said he liked this.' and such, raised a few eye brows, but nothing that made your friends too curious - not yet at least.

"(Y/N)! Me and Ena are going to go shopping this Saturday, wanna come with?" "Oh, sorry, I promised Hiori that I'd study with him. Next time though!"

Then it was the small study dates that always happened to feature Hiori, sometimes other people would tag along as well, but the only consistent person that you always made sure was there was him. This was when everyone started picking up on your strange affection for the boy.

"Me and the others are planning to watch my brother's soccer game this weekend, are you free? Or let me guess, Hiori-" "I actually promised I'd come to his youth team's game...Another time...? Oh! Wait- isn't your brother on Bambi Osaka?" "Yeah..? Why?-" "Perfect! So is Hiori, I'll see you guys there then!"

And so, little by little, Hiori Yo began bleeding into your personal life. Dragging him into little meetings with your friends, slowly becoming your favourite conversation topic.

And now, you were wasting away in your bedroom thinking about him when you could be getting your much deserved (and needed) rest after a long week of school.

But it's not like you could hide from this. Hide from whatever was going on between you and Hiori. Or at least what could start happening between the two of you.

Maybe he did like you.

And maybe, you didn't mind that.

And maybe, just maybe, you liked him too.

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