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imaginethezeldaverse · 9 months

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B, P, S, W, Y for Yunobo and Daruk, maybe?

Btw I absolutely LOVE your writings, it's amazing to find other people who love the rock bois <3

Aw gosh, thank you so much! I'd be happy to give you these NSFW Alphabet headcanons for our rock baes. I'm starting to see them get a lot more love lately and that does my heart some good. Don't ever be shy to slide requests for them in my inbox, I'm always happy to write about them! (But I also will write for other characters, just an FYI to any passerbys lol) Anywho, NSFW Alphabet Reference can be found here And I actually did S & W for Yunobo already so you will find those here. That being said, the rest is below the cut for you 😊

Yunobo B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) His favorite body part I feel like would probably be his arms. I recall Yunobo calling himself scrawny in the past, but he's definitely beefed up as of Tears of the Kingdom (enough to be able to swing the Boulder Breaker with tremendous ease) and even he's noticed his biceps and forearms are much larger than they used to be. He takes pride in his Goron strength. On you - I don't think he has a favorite. I promise that's not a cop out though, it's because you're body is so squishy and delicate compared to his more rigid physique so anywhere on you that is soft and malleable (thighs, ass, hips, face, etc.) are going to be his favorite. He loves how soft you are. P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) He prefers to go slow if he can help it. Yunobo is very wary of hurting you while doing it, so going at a slower pace helps him keep injuring you at bay. The good thing about that is it allows you to take him deeper; the deliberate thrusts give you the opportunity to truly feel the ridges of his cock stroking your insides. He can kiss you more, touch you all over instead of needing to grip onto you to hold you still. It makes for a really pleasureful and intimate lovemaking session. However - he is capable of more should you ask.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Honestly? Probably a normal amount. He doesn't need nor want sex every day. That's not to say that he wouldn't if that's what you wanted. He does have pretty high stamina and a shitton of strength so it will really depend more on you! He'll either give you good lovin' everyday if that's what you want, or if you prefer once a week, that's okay too. He's happy either way as long as he gets to tell you he loves you and hold you close 🥰 Daruk B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) His hands. Daruk canonically often looks at his hands and flexes them, we've seen that more than once in actual cutscenes in the Breath of the Wild and Age of Calamity. He's got a monstrous amount of brute strength, but he prides himself with despite being one of the strongest in Goron City, he is still incredibly gentle when he needs to be. It also delights him to see how big his mitts are compared to yours; he's capable of literally throwing boulders and crushing rocks with his bare hands, but he would much rather use them to lift you into his arms. His favorite body part on you however is probably your lips. He loves your voice, loves to hear you laugh, your gorgeous smile - it all draws back to your lips. Often when he cups your cheek with one of his hands, he swipes his thumb over the softness of your lips. Absolutely loves to kiss you as a result.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Daruk's a very gracious lover. I've no doubt in my mind this is not his first rodeo - but you know and he knows that he's big - so taking it slow is the best way to make sure you're comfortable. However...once you've completely acclimated - this Goron champion is not afraid to get rough. While he's very much all for the sweet and soft sex that deepens the bond between you both, he knows when you need more. And more he'll give you with the way he's capable of pounding into you. Make sure you stretch~ S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Being that he's an older Goron (not ELDERLY, just older) he's not going endlessly like he used to. You'll definitely get a good two, maybe three rounds out of him, but don't be fooled, these aren't short. The rounds in question are how many times he cums - how many times you cum is a different story. He can last quite the long time, especially if you guys are engaging in a more gentler tryst. But if you start crying out his name, gripping onto him tight, pressing your hips back on him, he may not last as long on account of how needy your body is for him. He's weak to that. W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Big Daddy Daruk has a bit of a breeding kink. 😈 He most likely can't actually knock you up (for those of you that are capable of that), but he sure will fuck you like he plans to. It doesn't happen very often, in fact, you'll only catch him growling about it when he's lost in how deep he's really dicking you down. But when that instinct hits him, he'll hold you open and rumble how he's gonna fill you up with all he's got - and he keeps that promise, stuffing you full of thick cock first and filling you full of his cum after.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) He is also not someone who needs sex everyday. Being a warrior and a trusted leader, he tends to spend a lot of time training or helping around Goron City where needed. So some days he himself might actually be pretty wiped from his responsibilities. That doesn't mean he can't accommodate you though should your libido be on the higher end. If fucking you isn't in the cards for the day, Daruk is more than willing to satisfy you with his mouth. Man's got a silver tongue, especially with all gravel in his voice, and he'll make sure you're happy no matter how you need him.

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mouthsfullofsharpteeth · 11 months

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literally share the headcanons! dont tease!

HAHAHAHAH but i love teasing!! cant help it!!! okay well the ones im thinking of the most right now are about the characters and the kind of pets they have, animals they like, etc.

Also this ended up super long so.

trigger warning for animal/pet death. O_O

Alex loves all kinds of animals. He thinks they're all really cool and cute and sweet, rodents, dogs cats, reptiles. Mostly, I think he is definitely a cat person, but he also loves dogs. He had Rocky of course, and I don't really have a set breed for her, she's probably just a really mixed up mutt lol. Medium sized somewhat patterned brown dog with big ol sweet puppy eyes. I think during the summer of marble hornets, Rocky ... "ran away".. Alex doesn't know what happened to his sweet puppy, but he's just glad she wasn't one of the animals that turned up dead in his front yard. After he lost Rocky, he really didn't think he would ever have another pet. But because I love my little revival/nobody dies au's, I think as he's slowly recovering alongside the others, he starts getting really into the idea of owning a ferret. He probably saw some cute video of one, and it kinda became a little hyper-fixation since he had no hobbies or interests anymore. He still likes movies, but he doesn't ever want to make one again. He likes writing scripts, but would die before filming anything for it. He has nothing else he likes to do anymore, so he just gets really into ferrets. Ferrets are big thing to take care of, but Alex is very confident he can do it. So he gets one. And I think he is really successful at caring for it. He really loves that thing. And he takes the stupidest little up close pictures of its face. I think he would get the chocolate coloration, or maybe a sable mitt. I also think he would really enjoy owning cats. In the many little au's I have, he's owned several, but in a high school AU, I have him owning two little cats, a tabby boy named Neo and a black kitten girl named Trinity, after the Matrix characters lol. I don't think he ever gets a dog for himself aside from Rocky, though.

Tim also likes animals, but has never really had a pet of his own. When he was a kid, he had a hamster, but killed it during a Masky episode. His parents tried letting him have a dog, but again, during those Masky episodes he would just get too violent with it, and they had to give it away. I think, on that note, about his Masky episodes- when he was an unmedicated kid going in and out of psychiatric hospitals all the time, they would happen when he felt scared or threatened. Which is why later in life, when Alex Kralie attempts to kill him in college, thats the trigger for Masky coming back. I think there was probably a long period of time before that where he had grown out of Masky, and the episodes would have stopped. So, Tim has this sort of idealized dream where he really does want a dog, or honestly any kind of pet, but has told himself he's not allowed to have one. I think at some point, in that same recovery au, he ends up getting a seizure alerting/PTSD and anxiety service dog. I think it's a saint bernhard and german shepherd mix, one of those massive strong saint shepherds. It would be big and strong enough to give Tim good pressure during seizures and not be hurt, and it would actually pose enough of a threat to Masky that he wouldn't be able to hurt it. Just a big sweet gentle giant that adored Tim and isn't scared of Masky. Masky would manage to get past his scary little pet killer instincts and would be obsessed with this dog.

I don't really have anything to say about Jay or Brian, BUT I do have a lot to say about mr side background character Seth Wilson. Hes so real to me.

So much of this is based off of @drowsybugs portrayel of him in our shared AU's lol, but basically I feel like Seth has really severe asthma, and so he's got a service dog for that. And Seth isn't exactly very good at naming things, so his dog (you brought your dog) is just named. Seth Jr. Seth Jr is a sweet little chocolate lab, just adorable and so friendly. I adore this puppy. I love him.

But yes. This is what lives in my brain ty for asking

#asks #marble hornets #alex kralie #tim wright #masky #seth wilson

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xceline · 8 months

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hii :3 if ur taking requests, could u write some fluff hc's or a fic about cooking with larry or nick (either one, I can't decide lol) ty in advance if u do :D

hope u enjoy and ur so very welcome!!!

cooking with larry!

You and Larry decided to surprise the house by cooking dinner for them since they have lived off of doordash and gamersupps. You both decided to make some pasta a simple and delicious plate. You both went to the store and bought all the ingredients and some other extras for the house.

you placed all the ingredients on the island table "were gonna TRY and make pasta out of scratch and if that goes wrong than I bought prepared pasta. Got it?" you questioned as Larry nodded "Yes sir!" He yelled out and took out the flour. he opened the bag and as he opened it a little more flour flew everywhere "holy shit!" he yelled as he dropped the flour "Larry!" you yelled "what happened?!" you questioned "I just opened the flour" he laughed "Just- Just continue and spread out the flour carefully!" you said grabbing a big pot and filling it with water. things were going okay as you boiled water and the pasta molder actually worked.

a few flour covered hair and clothes here and there but everything was steady. "Holy shit y/n I'm literally turning into a chef now!" Larry exclaimed finishing the dough "Yes! were so pro!" you cheered as you both finished cooking. you both decided to clean up a little and put some breadsticks into the oven. as you guys were cleaning you smelt a very bad burnt nasty smell "what's that..." Larry questioned "The pastas fine." you said stirring it up slowly "The breadsticks!" he yelled as you dropped the broom and swung open the upper oven as you saw the darkest breadsticks "Look!" You yelled as he laughed "Take it out! Hurry" You said giving Larry the oven mitts as you heard Isaac clear his throat "Shit! Isaac Hi!" You exclaimed as you grabbed his hand and pulled him back to his room "Oh?" He smirked as he placed his hands on your waist as your stomach did backflips "No not now!" you said looking around you "just wait here we have a surprise for everyone" you said taking his hands off your waist as you ran back to the kitchen

"dude there so burnt!" Larry laughed as your hands covered your mouth "oh my god!" you laughed.

You both began setting up everything "Guys! come downstairs!" you yelled as they all came downstairs "Holy shit what is so burnt?" yumi gagged "we might have burnt the breadsticks but we made pasta!" you smiled as the boys got some on their plates "Wait it's actually not that bad!" Nick said cleaning his mouth with the napkin "yeah it's actually good" Isaac responded putting a thumbs up as he continued to eat the pasta "yeah it's ass" he smiled.

hope u enjoyed it was rushed and not spelled checked because I was at the dealership cause my car gave up on me LMAO

#xceline #larrycroft #the group chat

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sidewaze · 2 years

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plot: imagine a very small, very religious southern town. somewhere rural and secluded. i’m thinking somewhere in appalachia like alabama (which is where i’m from lol) tallulah ‘tally’ walker is the seventeen year old daughter of the preacher. at fifteen years old, tally began a relationship with a much older man and rather quickly got pregnant. she had their son and almost immediately after was pregnant again. after having their second son, once again she got pregnant quickly this time with twins. tally is this soft, sweet, dainty little thing. she’s very submissive and dutiful. she doesn’t swear and she holds some devout religious beliefs. i love the idea of pairing her with someone like a mechanic or builder. someone rough around the edges and grizzled. someone with a sordid past. someone that’s like an outcast or pariah in the town but a man that tally walker worships and treats like a king.

‘oh, sugar that’s hot!’ tally exclaimed as she pulled the glass pan from the oven. she could feel the heat even through her oven mitt. her already thick southern accent always became just a little bit stronger when she was cooking. her daddy always said that was a trait she inherited from her mama. tally got a lot of things from her mama though. everyone who had ever met her had said she was the spitting image of the woman and even though mama had died when tally was a baby, daddy said they had the same personality too, ‘perfect.’ tally sat the pan on the stove top and pulled off her oven mitts. the smell of cooked meat radiated through the house. oven baked honey barbecue porkchops where one of her favorite things to cook for him. of course, there wasn’t a thing in the world tally didn’t love to cook for him. that was something daddy had instilled in her from a young age. a man went to work for hours and hours and he deserved to come home to a good meal. the sound of the front door slamming pulls her out of her own head. right on time. every day, she had breakfast ready before he woke up and dinner on the table when he got home, ‘hi, baby, i hope your hungry ‘cause i made my famous pork chops for you.’ along with a big bowl of creamy mashed potatoes, corn, some fried asparagus (she was always making sure he ate enough greens), and no dinner was complete without a side of homemade rolls. she always put the boys down for the naps before he got home that way he could eat his dinner in peace. they had two together already. two strong boys, both of them so clearly their father’s sons. they had come barely a year apart and once more tally had grown heavy with his babies. this time with twins. oh, she couldn’t wait. she’d always imagined herself being a mother and wife, ‘baby?’ she calls out for him again, ‘come on and sit down while everything’s still nice and hot.’ she opened the cabinet to retrieve a plate, ‘and i made plenty of extra so you can take some for lunch tomorrow. i already put your beer on the table-’ she hears him enter the kitchen. one look at him makes her smile falter just a little bit, ‘baby, you okay? did you have a bad day?’

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rayverl · 3 years

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The plot of Boruto so far, I guess

Just warning you, this is probably gonna be cringe.

There’s gonna be a bit of spoilers at the end.

Also, if I say something biased, you can blame the Boruto subreddit.

*Deep breath*

Okay, so there’s this guy called Bolt. He’s sort of a genius. He seems pretty bratty, right? Well, being neglected by your dad, who’s the literal leader of your village does that to you.

Bolt is a student at this ninja academy. There’s a new transfer student. His name is Meets Sue Key. He likes snakes and has pale skin and golden eyes. Totally not suspicious at all. He has a friend called Salad. She’s an Uch-Yee- Haw.

Things Happen. The class rep, Sumire has a monster. Something about Danzo, I think.

Salad get’s her own arc. She meets her dad, Sauce ok, who almost stabs her, thinking she’s this guy called Shin, who calls himself an Uchiha. Turns out he’s just someone experimented on by A Roach In My Room.

Imagine not recognizing your own daughter. In Saucegay’s defense, he probably never even saw her as a baby. Actually, that would be even worse.

Mitts key gets backstory. Oro is a PILF. (Mitsuki’s mom has got it goin’ on!)

Bolt, Mitski and Salad participate in the Chew-nin exams. Bored tho cheats. Bolt’s dad, Ramen toppings, is extremely disappointed and embarrassed.

Then, some aliens arrive. There’s this dude called Momoshitkey. Nerd tho, Bolt, Sauce gay and the Kage fight Momoshitkey. Momoshitkey implants something called Karma onto Bore root toe.

Choo choo arc is a mix of celebrity crushes, anti fatphobia and Butterflies

Mitsuki “betrays” Konoha, Oh no key dies, Mitsuki says sike lol I’m still a Konoha Shinobi.

Some filler and anime canon later, it’s the Kara Actuation Arc, which is still anime canon.

There’s some new character called Mugino. Boruto uses sexy jutsu to get Hashirama cells.

Oral chi fishballs Thanos snaps some chick for ripping off his kunai-licking thing and completely annihilates Oh no key knock-off Viktor Krum, a Kara inner.

Bolt and co defeat Deepa with a Super High Compression Rasengan.

Mitsuki needs new organs and I headcanon that Great Snek Circle completely lost his shit internally. They’re a total tsundere mum.

It’s the Ao arc! Boruto fights with Ao and people begin to say he truly is Mean A Toe’s grandson and Nawrrrr a toe’s son.

Woooo! Kawaki time!

I was too busy so I couldn’t catch up on the show and relied on Reddit to find out what happened, so from here onwards the stuff I write might lack a few things.

They find Car Key and Naruto adopts him as a son or something.

Worship the mighty Vase-kun.

Naruto defeats Delta.

Monk dude destroys Nerd Toe and Sauce ok. Bolt, Salad, Mitsuki and Car Key fight Borrow. They get a great team strategy.

Boruto turns into BoruShitKey. Naruto turns into a chakra station. BoruShitKey defeats Borrow.

(Borushiki’s “What was that Jutsu he used again? Oh, right... The Rasengan” gave me CHILLS. I simp for that voice.)

Kashin Koji and Amado are actually traitors of Kara. Koji tries to kill Jigen and miserably fails. Koji is revealed to be a clone of Jiraiya (Totally didn’t see that coming /s). Koji runs away from Jigen.

Somewhere around this time, Car Key loses his Karma.

Jigen becomes EatShitKey, and defeats Nerd Toe and Sauce gay. Ramen toppings gets Baryon Mode and Kurama is like “Sike lol you won’t die but I will”.

Feels and Nostalgia. RIP our Fox boi. Press F for respect.

Borushiki: “Yes, very sad. Anyway”

RINNEGONE

Code wakes up and checks on the Ten Tails. Code is sad because his daddy and god, EatShitKey is dead (boo-hoo lol). Code swears revenge against the people who had a part in EatShitKey’s death.

There’s going to be an anime canon Chunin exam soon, I’m pretty excited for it.

Manga spoilers time

Code meets Ada, or Eida. (The name Ada is funny to me because in my language, Ada means “have” or “got”)

He also meets Doraemon.

Amado offers to give Kawaki a Karma again and Kawaki is like “No why tf would I want that”

Kawaki runs from the Uzumaki house, for some reason. Code Catches him and Bolt interferes in their battle.

Btw worship Fatachi

#boruto: naruto next generations #boruto #sarada #mitsuki #orochimaru #sasuke #naruto #code #eida boruto #rinnegone #rip kurama #kawaki #jigen #isshiki otsutsuki #momoshiki otsutsuki #kashin koji

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notmymainblog · 3 years

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Can you do a young sirius black x reader fic where the reader and sirius are dating and the reader has really bad depression and he finds out about

⭐I most certainly can! I hope you’re doing well, love. Mental health is a vital part of our lives. Regulating our emotions and coping in healthy ways is super important. For a list of ways to cope with mental illness(s), please see this Post.⭐

Master list

InteractiveFics

To use: Download obvi. Click the icon (upper right by the search bar) in the first box enter your name. If you did it correctly, y/n should read as your actual name. Under that, it will say something along the lines of “need to change something other than “y/n?” there you can change anything you want. ”y/h/c” and “y/h” don't work together, so please enter “y/ho” if you're inputting your Hogwarts house.

I’ll be using y/f/s as your favorite song, so please add that to InteractiveFics

Writing prompts for writer's block: “I’m begging you, please don’t lock yourself in your room.” & “You’d better put that knife down.”

Warnings: Swearing, lol, mentions of restricting (non-eating disordered), self-harm, depression, & anxiety.

Genre: Fluff (it’s not under sad because the ending is happy💕).

“The path out of hell is through misery. By refusing to accept the misery that is part of climbing out of hell, you fall back into hell.” -Marsha Linehan

“y/n,” Sirius groaned, “for Merlin’s sake, come to dinner,”

A soft “no” could be heard through the thick oak door of your y/ho dorm. It was met with an exasperated sigh from the other side.

“y/n, please. I don’t think I’ve seen you out of your dorm all weekend,” Sirius said.

“I don’t feel well, Siri, just go eat without me,” you said.

You weren’t exactly sure what spurred your depression, but it’s here now, and it was seriously (hehe, siriusly) fucking with you. Sleeping seemed to be your only hobby besides homework and wallowing in self-loathing. Dinner was scarce. It was hard to take care of yourself.

Brushing your teeth was hard, showering was hard, brushing your hair was hard, trying not to breakdown in a room full of people you just knew were looking and talking about you was hard. Not thinking you were worth anything was hard. Watching Sirius talking to other, prettier girls even just for a moment was really hard. It always made you doubt.

Life was pretty fucking shitty. ‘‘Fuck’’ was a pretty big word in your vocabulary. “fuck this shit,” “fuck you,” “fuck off,” and “fuck life” were some of your favorites.

It didn’t take a genius to recognize that you were down in the dumps, so Sirius spent most of his time trying to cheer you up. His efforts mostly consisted of dying Dumbledore’s beard, listening to your favorite songs, or just touching you any chance he got. Laying his head on your shoulder, holding hands, or crossing his foot under yours during dinner.

It was sweet that he wanted to help, and he was really giving it his all, but being around him just meant that you plastered on a grin and told him you were feeling “much better.”

“You’re magically sick every weekend y/n, just come with me. It’ll be quick, but you need to eat, babe,” he pleaded.

And so, you begrudgingly went down to dinner. The great hall was bright and noisy, the complete opposite of your dim, quiet room.

“y/n!” James grinned, “you came out of your cave!”

Remus elbowed him, “we’re happy to see you y/n.” he smiled.

You sat down and took a plate, putting whatever was in front of you on it and forcing the food down your throat. Your body was thankful, and you had forgotten how nice it was to eat and laugh with friends. Unfortunately, you felt like you were hit by a bus about two minutes later.

It’s too loud, too bright, you’re too tired, too anxious, they’re all looking at you, all trying to talk to you, and it’s overwhelming. You feel a hand on your arm, and it pushes you over the edge.

“I really, just can’t, um, I’m just,” you stuttered, “um yeah sorry, sick. Bye,”

You walked away quickly, nearly jogging.

“Jesus Christ, Sirius, what’d you do to her,” James said.

“What do you mean? It’s just her period,” he shrugged, “every year for a month,”

Remus put his head in his hands, “it’s once a month for a week. She’s depressed, Sirius. Are you that thick?”

James nodded along with Remus. He didn’t know anything about periods except that Lily punched him a lot more when she had hers.

Sirius looked up at Remus, “what do you mean depressed? She always says she feels better when we hang out,” he smiled triumphantly, “and she always smiles around me,”

“She’s faking it, Siri. She just doesn’t want you to worry. I’ll go comfort her, don’t worry about it,” Remus replied, getting up.

“No, no, no! I wanna do it! I’m her boyfriend, it’s my job to...to...what exactly should I do?” he trailed off.

It wasn’t that Sirius didn’t struggle with depression; it was that he had never had someone to comfort him. He couldn’t even imagine what he would need, let alone you.

As much as Remus wanted to tell Sirius to back off while he took care of it, he tried to help.

“fine,” Remus sighed and sat back down.

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Twenty minutes later and it was back to square one.

“y/n open up! Please?” he said.

“No! Just go away!” you responded in-between small sobs.

“I’m begging you, please don’t lock yourself in your room.” he pleaded.

He heard shuffling before you slowly opened the door. Your eyes were puffy and watery, your sleeves were rolled up, and a knife was in your hand.

“What?” you mumbled.

He pushed the door open with little resistance. You stood to the side, looking down. Your room was pretty clean except for a pile of letters on your desk, a very messy bed, and your clothes were thrown everywhere.

He turned around to look at you. You were gorgeous. You were wearing the dress he loved. You braided your hair and put on some makeup. Next, he saw the letters piled on your desk. He looked over at you again as you sniffled.

His eyes watered, “oh my god, y/n. You were gonna...”

“Why do you care,” you interrupted, “nobody cares,”

“Honey, why would you think that?”

“I dunno... I just know,” you said, fiddling with the knife in your hands.

He sighed, “y/n you’d better put that knife down.” he threatened.

“Why?!” you shouted, “Why should I stay?!” your tears were hot. They blurred your vision.

“Because we need you y/n,” he said, “because we fucking love you and need you. What the fuck would we do without you y/n? Think about James and Lily and Remus (fuck Peter, my homies, and I hate Peter). Think about your mom and dad. Think about me. The wedding we wouldn’t get to have. I’d say kids, but you’ve made it very clear that childbirth isn’t for you,” he smiled weakly.

“and we can get a house. and a cat cause we already have a dog,” he said

“No, we don’t?” you said, confused.

“It’s me y/n I’m the dog,” he laughed, “you always call me ‘dog boy’ when you’re pissed off,”

He inched closer and eased the knife from your hands.

“There we go, honey, it’s okay now,” he soothed, “let’s get this out of here, huh?” he tucked it in his pocket, “we’re gonna put it away, and we’re not gonna hurt ourselves. we’re gonna stay nice and safe,” he stroked your cheek before giving you a soft kiss.

“That’s it. That’s my girl. It’s alright now, honey,” he wrapped his arms around you.

He hummed softly and led you over to the bed.

“You’re humming y/f/s?” you whispered.

He nodded, “I know it’s your favorite, princess,”

He muttered some spells as his wand traced your cuts. It felt like warm water washed over them. It kind of burned. His arms wrapped around you, and he pulled you to his chest.

“shh, that’s it, sweetie, just relax. Just lay with me,” he kissed the top of your head, “I am so proud of you for eating today.”

The praise made the corners of your lips turn up in a small smile.

“There’s a pretty smile, love,” he whispered, “there’s my y/n. You’re so perfect, honey. I love you so much y/n,” he said.

The next few weeks were spent slowly working your way up to eating at least two meals, brushing your teeth at least once, letting Sirius brush your hair (he loves brushing your hair so much oml), and talking to the four of them again. At first, it was just one of them every so often and then two, and before you knew it, you were comfortable having all four of them sat in your dorm.

And then you started heading down to the common room, to the marauders’ dorms, until you were sitting around the fire in the common room, laughing. You had been in the pit. You were sitting at the bottom of it, flipping off everyone who called down to you and wanted to help. It was hot in the pit. The ladder was hot.

So you decided to stay in the pit until one day, Sirius Black threw down a pair of oven mitts. This metaphorical pit was extremely real to you, and the ladder was really fucking hot, but the oven mitts helped, and when you climbed out of the pit, it was a beautiful sunny day.

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As you may have noticed, y/n’s depression seems mild at first, and that's what happens irl. It's fine until you break open; it’s intense. So I tried to capture that.

#sirius black x reader #sirius black #sirius orion black #sirius x you #sad fic #x reader #marauders era #harry potter #harry potter marauders #sad #depression #self harrrm #ily #staysafe #be careful #i love you

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chubbyhl · 3 years

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Vault Fic #2 - The First Stuffing

Hi all -- my girlfriend suggested I post another installment of the “vault fic” aka the feedee Louis fic I started writing a year ago and never finished or showed anyone, but people seem to dig it now. I got some suggestions from awhile back to post more content from it, and people seemed to really like the idea of Louis’s first stuffing, so here you are! A nice long one. Happy Chubby Friday, and enjoy! Please note - this is a feederism centric fic. It won’t be for everyone. Also contains some unrealistic eating for entertainment purposes, don’t try this at home lol.

“I forgot if you put this on your list, but this one my favorite recipes to make,” Harry said. He pulled on two oven mitts and then kneeled down, grabbing the hot dish and pulling it out. He set it on the stove and then closed up the oven, waving to the dish, “It’s five cheese baked mac and cheese. I put a bit of everything in it. White cheddar, sharp cheddar, parmesan, asiago, Swiss…and then some bacon bits, because why not.”

“Oh, that sounds so good,” Louis said, “Probably good I’ll have leftovers of that, too.”

Harry just looked at him, and then smiled, shaking his head.

“Oh, no no,” he said, “This is all for tonight.”

Louis blinked at him.

“Harry, you can’t be serious,” Louis said, “That thing could feed a family of eight.”

“That’s exactly the serving size, yes,” Harry said. He took off his gloves and waved at the dish, “Give it a minute to cool off and then we can start.”

“Harry,” Louis said, “You – you can’t expect me to eat all of that.”

“Well,” Harry shrugged, “I mean, I’ll take you having half at this point. But at some point, I’m going to make this and you’ll definitely have all of it.”

Harry kept moving around the kitchen, getting out dishes and some glasses, and Louis kept staring at the dish of macaroni. What had sounded so delicious a few minutes now loomed in front of him like his personal white whale, something Harry was expecting him to finish. Or at least, finish half of it, when Louis wasn’t even sure he could finish half a regular serving size.

Harry turned around and caught him staring, and smiled softly and came over. He tucked Louis’s cheek into his hand and kisses his forehead.

“How are we feeling?”

“Like you’re fucking with me,” Louis said, “You said today would be easy.”

“Yes, and most of today has been,” Harry said. He held up a hand, ticking down his fingers as he started a list, “Breakfast, just a bowl of cereal. A large bowl, but that’s it. Then some apple and Nutella, then a couple chicken sandwiches, and then a bagel with peanut butter. And lots of Coke.”

“Thank you for reminding me,” Louis grumbled.

“Hey, hey, that’s all easy stuff,” Harry teased, “You didn’t expect me to not spoil you at least a little today, did you?”

Louis wrapped his hands around himself, looking down. He swallowed weakly, and Harry tucked a hand under his chin and lifted him to look at him.

“Hey, it’s alright, love,” Harry said, “Seriously, just eat what you think you can. But I would be very, very happy if you had half this dish. Like, you have no idea how thrilled I would be.”

Louis glanced at the dish of the pasta again, and then back at Harry. The other man was looking at him firmly, but his eyes were wide and kind, and Louis tried to remember why he was here in the first place. The Kink, yes, but also, he liked Harry. Harry was funny and sweet and cared about him. He wasn’t going to push Louis too far past his boundaries. He would be fine.

So eventually Louis nodded and murmured out “okay,” and Harry grinned and kissed him again before going to grab everything and set it on the kitchen.

Louis sat at the table, right next to Harry’s own seat. Harry poured him a tall glass of water, and then pulled the casserole dish a bit closer to the two of them. He had laid a big spoon next to the dish, and picked it up, glancing at Louis.

“Want me to feed you?” Harry asked, “Not going to lie, I’ve been dying to do that all day.”

“Yeah,” Louis said quickly, “Sure.”

Harry smiled, and then dipped into the dish. The spoon cracked past the crispy layer of baked cheese and breadcrumbs at the top, and Louis licked his lips, which made Harry smile.

“Hungry?”

“I could eat,” Louis said. He was only a bit hungry, maybe enough for a snack, at most, because he’d been eating for a lot of the day. But he could still eat, so he was going to.

Harry grinned, and then picked up the spoon, loaded down with pasta and cheese.

“Okay, open up,” Harry said, and then softened when Louis did so, “Good boy.”

Louis flushed in spite of himself, and let Harry tuck the spoon into his mouth. He chewed, closing his eyes as he tasted it. It was creamy and so, so rich, and he hummed happily as he ate it.

“Wow, oh, man,” he said once he had swallowed, “That’s so good, holy shit.”

“Thanks,” Harry grinned, “I’ve made this more times than I can count and I haven’t gotten any complaints yet.”

“You making your mac n cheese for other boys?” Louis asked as Harry got another spoonful ready.

“That’s funny,” Harry said flatly, “Open up.”

Louis did, letting Harry give him another delicious spoonful. This would be no problem, he thought. The food was so good, surely he was hungrier than he originally thought.

Harry kept tucking pasta into his mouth, smiling at each bite Louis took.

“Doing good, love,” Harry said, “Still taste good?”

Louis nodded and smiled, letting Harry feed him. He took sips of water in between, enough to help him swallow but not enough to get him too full. Harry looked far too pleased with himself as he fed the other man, his movements as steady as his encouragement.

And then, he hit his first wall.

With a quick glance at the dish, he could tell he had only had about a regular serving and a half of the dish, and he was already full. Like, very full. Like he was having trouble chewing the mouthful Harry had just given him.

The other man watched, carefully, and frowned when Louis swallowed.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, and Louis shrugged.

“I – I’m full, s’all,” Louis said.

“Ah,” Harry nodded, “I see.”

He set down the spoon and nodded towards Louis.

“Lift up your shirt, pet.”

“Um,” Louis said, “What?”

“Lift up your shirt,” Harry repeated, his voice growing a bit firmer. Louis swallowed weakly, and then did what Harry asked and lifted up the hem of his t-shirt.

When he glanced down his stomach was a bit rounded, mostly bloated-looking more than anything. Harry reached out and tugged down the hem of Louis’s sweatpants, under the curve of his stomach. Then he put his hands on the warm skin of Louis’s belly and started rubbing, pressing in firmly. Louis groaned, hiccupping weakly as Harry put pressure on his full belly. Harry just watched him, and kept rubbing, then hooked his thumb into Louis’s belly button and held the curve of his stomach with the rest of his finger and gave his belly a firm jiggle. Louis gasped weakly and then covered his mouth with his hands, trying to stifle a burp working its way through his throat. Harry rubbed his stomach harder and then gave it a gentle pat.

“Any better?” he asked, and Louis blinked at him.

“Uh,” he said, “Maybe.”

“Okay, good,” Harry said, “You let me know if you feel a bit full again.”

Louis just stared at him, but Harry was already gearing up another spoonful. Louis ate it, and he felt like he could swallow with far less difficulty. And he felt fine through another spoonful, and then another.

He hit another wall when they were a fourth of the way through the dish, and once again, Harry went back to rubbing and jiggling his tight belly, which was now rounder and tighter. To Harry’s credit, he was handling it all like a true professional, even though Louis could see his eyes getting darker and wider. He kept digging into the dish, and Louis kept eating it, like another force had taken hold of him. His stomach was screaming at him, bloated and stretched far beyond capacity, but the pasta was so good, and Harry was calling him a good boy as he shoveled food into Louis’s mouth, so he kept going.

He finally, finally hit his final wall when he was nearly into the fifth serving of the dish, and he clamped his mouth shut and shook his head.

“Harry, I can’t,” he panted. He was hot now, and sweating, and his stomach was in pain, and he just couldn’t keep it up.

“Okay, lovey,” Harry said, “Just one more bite? Please? Would make me so happy.”

“I – “ Louis choked out, “I dunno.”

“Come on,” Harry teased, wiggling the full spoon in front of him, “For me?”

“God, fuck you,” Louis breathed out, but even then, he opened his mouth. He accepted the food, and then chewed and swallowed with more effort than he had ever put into anything before, and then when he was done, he leaned back in his chair and cradled his belly delicately. It felt rock hard, and it was stretched, pressing out in a generous curve that stretched out the outline of his abs. Louis stifled another burp and held his hands in front of his mouth, his face turning red.

“Jesus,” he breathed out, “Oh my God.”

Harry leaned forward in his chair, his eyes dark but his smile sweet, and he reached out and put his hands on Louis’s distended stomach.

“Oh, what a good boy,” he cooed, “What a perfect, perfect boy you are.”

He rubbed Louis’s stomach carefully, pushing hard to make Louis hiccup and then just skimming his hands over the curve, touching and enjoying.

“Oh, Louis, we’re going to have so much fun,” he sighed happily. Louis just hiccupped again.

“I need to lay down,” he got out weakly.

“Of course you do,” Harry said quickly, “C’mon, I’ll get you up, and then I’ll give you another nice rub down. Does that sound good?”

Louis just gave Harry a nod, and then the other man was on his feet, helping pull Louis up. Instinctively, Louis’s hands went to his full, bloated stomach, and he whined, but Harry just held him, kissed the back of his head.

“Let’s get you to the couch. Good boy. Come on,” he said, “You ate what I made you so well, you deserve some rest.”

Louis’s eyelids were already drooping, the food in his belly making him sleepy, so he just nodded and let Harry guide him.

#drabbles #vault fic

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etoileholland · 4 years

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cooking fiasco

Pairing: Peter Parker x female reader

Summary: after a failed attempt at cooking your anniversary dinner, May and Pepper step in to save the day

Warnings: none, it’s just fluff

Word count: 2k

A/N: I’m still trying to be more active on here lol, but requests are still open! Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future posts, and also the gif is not mine, all credit goes to its respective owner

“May, should I make the fettuccine sauce from scratch or should I just buy a can of Ragú instead?” Peter asked as he perused the aisles of the small grocery store. He had already picked Fusilli noodles (to which he believed were better than long fettuccine noodles because they were twisty) and was still deciding on the brand of sauce.

“Oh honey, Bertolli is better anyway, it tastes more homemade.” She replied. “And it sticks better to the noodles.”

Peter nodded and placed the can into the basket. Along with the dinner ingredients, he was also picking out ingredients for the dessert he had planned, which was chocolate lava cakes. He found the recipe on Pinterest and decided that it seemed easy enough to do, even though this boy doesn’t have one ounce of baking skills in him. Here’s hoping it’ll go well.

The reason for all this, you may ask, is quite simple- it was yours and Peter’s one year anniversary. He couldn’t believe that it’s already been one year since he asked you out in one of the most unique ways.

He had tried to say the words out loud, but when he would speak, nothing came out of his mouth. His hands would get shaky and his heart seemed that it would beat out of his chest, but he was determined to ask you out. So, one day when you were over at this place studying, Peter got the bright idea to write the words “will you be my girlfriend?” on an etch-a-sketch. While you were grabbing some snacks in the kitchen, he quickly wrote out the words and left the toy on top of your open textbook. When you came in and saw it sitting there, you eagerly wrote back “yes”. He was so happy about it that he picked it up but forgot that when he did so, the writing disappeared.

“You cute idiot.” You stated, and the both of you broke out into a fit of laughter. From that moment, Peter knew that he would do anything to hear that giggle more often.

Coming out of his daydream, he quickly finished grabbing the ingredients he needed and told May that he was ready to go.

He decided that it was best to purchase the ingredients the day of your anniversary so that they would be the freshest, and therefore taste the best. Since he wasn’t a prolific cook; he wanted to make sure he had plenty of time to prepare, so he enlisted the help of Pepper to help him make the food.

He had about 5 hours to make the food, how bad could it go?

Very bad, apparently.

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“Peter Benjamin Parker, I told you to watch the pasta so that it wouldn’t overflow everywhere! And why didn’t you put a timer on the oven like I told you to? The lava cakes are literally on fire.” Pepper exclaimed as she stood in the empty kitchen while Peter was upstairs getting ready for tonight. She quickly pulled the fire extinguisher off the wall and opened the oven door, grabbing the tin with oven mitts and quickly extinguishing the small fire.

Sure adds a whole new meaning to lava cakes, now doesn’t it? He thought to himself, which made him laugh.

“Why didn’t you watch over it?” Pepper shouted.

“You said you had it!” He shouted back but was interrupted by the shrill of the smoke alarm.

Pepper let out a word of profanity and replied, “No! I didn’t say that. I asked you to watch it while I had to take an important business call.” She groaned and tossed the pan into the sink. The water splashed everywhere, including on herself, and she let out a shriek. “I had asked you to do one thing Parker, one thing!”

Peter leaned up against his closet and let out a long sigh. “Well, so much for dinner.” He muttered under his breath. He was trying so hard to impress you, but instead he had ultimately ruined it by stepping out of the kitchen. She was right though; she had asked him to tend to the dinner but he figured that nothing bad would happen if he left it unattended for a few minutes. Oh, how wrong he was.

“What are we going to do now?” Pepper exclaimed from the bottom of the staircase. “I could call Happy, maybe he would know what to do?”

Peter paused for a second and then replied, “Wait, I have an idea.”

“Oh lord.” Pepper sighed.

He sprinted down the stairs and nearly knocked into Pepper sitting on the bottom steps, her index finger massaging her temple.

“I promise it’s a good idea.” He stated breathlessly.

“Tell me then.”

“Alright, so instead of me making her dinner, what if we ordered from that fancy restaurant that you and Mr. Stark always go to on your anniversary, and I’ll just say that I made it instead?”

She shot him a dumbfounded look. “Peter, honey, we both know you don’t know how to make filet mignon with caviar and coated with a truffle sauce on top.”

“Hm, you’re right.” He sat down next to Pepper on the second to last step on the stairs, slumping his shoulders forward and putting his face in his hands. “I’ve ruined the whole night. I tried to do something nice and I ended up ruining it.”

Pepper placed her hand softly on Peter’s back and gently rubbed circles on it. “Love, it’s so sweet of you to want to do something nice, and I know that she would’ve appreciated it, but maybe it just wasn’t meant to work out, hm?”

“What do you mean?” Peter questioned.

Pepper paused for a second as if she was thinking of the right words to say, before she ultimately spoke. “Well, maybe you both would’ve been sitting on the rooftop, having the time of your lives, when one of the many villains you’ve fought off sees you sitting there and then ruins your night by attacking you and kidnapping her.”

Peter scoffed and guffawed, and said, “Oh yeah, I’m sure that would definitely happen.”

“But you never know, you’ve experienced weirder situations. It wouldn’t be totally improbable though.” She answered softly and Peter noticed that she spoke to him in the same maternal voice that she often uses when she talks to Morgan. It was comforting to him, and somehow made him feel a bit better about the cooking fiasco.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe something bad would’ve happened and this is just the universe’s way of stopping that.”

“Exactly. Life works in mysterious ways, little man. Usually for the better, or at least that’s what I tell myself.” She kissed the top of his forehead and stood up, holding out her hand for Peter to grab. “The night is still young, so you get ready and I’ll think of something in the meantime.” Pepper ruffled Peter’s hair and gently pushed him towards the staircase. “Now go.”

“Thank you Pep, I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“I know.” She whispered back to herself and watched Peter run up the stairs.

—

Peter came down from his room about 30 minutes later, phone in hand. Pepper and May were sitting on the couch talking to each other, but he couldn’t hear what they were saying. They both looked up to see Peter walking towards them with a frown on his face.”

“What’s wrong honey?” May asked.

“Y/N cancelled on me, she said that something came up so we wouldn’t be able to spend our anniversary together.” He walked over to the couch and plunked himself down on it dramatically. “I was looking forward to seeing her.”

“I know love, is she alright?” Pepper asked and Peter nodded his head.

“Yeah, she said it was a family situation that she doesn’t want to talk about. I’m not sure why though, she always tells me everything. Maybe I’ll go see her.” He tried to get up but May tugged at his arm and pulled him back down onto the couch.

“No,” she replied hesitantly, “you don’t want to do that.” She glanced over at Pepper who gave her a confused look back. “She’s asking for some privacy right now Pete, let’s respect that. And you know she’ll tell you when she’s ready to; you just have to be a little bit patient.”

“Mmhmm.” Peter replied. After a minute of silence, Pepper spoke up.

“I know!” Pepper exclaimed a little too loudly. “Let’s do something instead, just the two of us.”

“Like?” Peter asked hesitantly.

“Well,” she paused for a minute to think, “I was thinking that you would want to come with me to, um, Pottery Barn to pick out some things to decorate my guest bathroom with.”

“Sounds like a ton of fun.” He retorted sarcastically while he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well we’ll just have to make it fun then. Besides, it just may get you out of your funk, and if you come with me I’ll treat you to a pretzel from the mall. I know how much you love those.” She grinned, but Peter didn’t smile back. “Please darling, for me?” She gave him her best pout and Peter sighed.

“Fine”

“Good, let’s go.” Pepper stood up from the couch and grabbed her purse. While she did that, she and May exchanged a knowing glance and tried to conceal their smiles.

“Okay, what are you hiding?” He asked and quickly the women both replied, “Nothing!”

“Right, let’s go then.” Peter replied unconvincingly. He waited by the door for Pepper to grab her things and together they went out to run that errand.

—

A few hours later, Pepper had dropped Peter off in front of his apartment.

“Thank you again Pep.” Peter stated as he got out of the car and waved to her from the curb.

“You’re welcome love, thank you for the help.” She waved back and quickly drove off.

Peter walked to the door of his apartment and unlocked it. He stepped in and gasped when he saw that there was a pillow fort in the middle of the living room. The smell of garlic wafted through the air, and he heard music playing softly in the kitchen and a giggle that he could recognize anywhere-yours.

“Hey Peter.” You ran out of the kitchen and threw your arms around his neck and lightly kissed his lips. “Happy anniversary darling.”

“What’s all this?” Peter asked and May stepped out of the kitchen holding a tea towel.

“May texted me after your, um, incident and told me what you had planned. Even though it didn’t work out, the gesture was super sweet and so we thought we would surprise you with dinner and a movie.”

You pulled away and motioned to the fort and towards the kitchen. “Really though, it was all May’s idea, so you should really thank her.”

“Wow, thank you May.” Peter said as he pulled you close to him and placed his hands on the small of your back.

“Welcome angel, but it was also Y/N who helped come up with what to eat and came up with the fort idea.”

“Thank you Y/N.” He kissed your cheek and pulled you even closer to him. “I thought you had a family emergency though.”

You shook your head no before answering, “Nope, that was just a way to get you out of the house without you wanting to come over to see me, so that I could sneak by and help plan all this. Pepper didn’t really need your help picking out shower curtains, you know.”

“I kinda figured when I pointed to one and she would answer, ““Honey are you blind? You know that fabric wouldn’t go well with the marble floors.”” He laughed and playfully rolled his eyes. “Remind me not to go into interior design.”

“Noted. Now come on, let’s eat and afterwards we can watch a movie in the fort.” You leaned forward to kiss his lips lightly and you felt him smile into the kiss.

“Sounds perfect, what are we eating for dinner?”

“Fettuccine and garlic bread.” You beamed and let out a mischievous giggle.

“Oh god, anything but that.” Peter laughed and playfully sighed, all while you grabbed his hand and dragged him into the kitchen.

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electricbarnes · 3 years

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i feel like i always say that i’m writing but never actually prove it….. so here’s some proof lol

i’m not the fastest at writing and i’m always jumping around between ideas, so it takes me awhile. also cause i really want them to be best they can be, ya know?

so here’s some sneak peaks of what i’ve been working on!

everything you do, i wanna do it with you (bucky barnes x reader)

The moment is disrupted by your phone alarm. You hop off the bar stool and open the oven to inspect the cookies.

“They’re done!”

You turn to find the oven mitts, but Bucky stops you. “I got it,” he says as he pulls the hot tray out of the oven with his mental hand. He knows it's ridiculous because you literally have the power to heal yourself, but he didn’t want to risk you getting burned.

“Well that’s convenient,” you giggle.

You let the cookies cool down for a bit, pouring yourself and Bucky a glass of milk in the meantime. Once you’ve deemed it cool enough, you take a bite into a cookie and hum in satisfaction. “They came out pretty good!”

Bucky grabs one of the cookies and takes a bite, savoring the perfectly melted chocolate chips. “These are delicious, doll” he compliments, letting the pet name slip.

He barely notices the brief surprise on your face, before you’re looking down and mumbling a thanks. Bucky finds the way you shy from his compliments endearing. He thinks you’re sweet, almost like the taste of these cookies.

Interrupting the moment, Steve walks into the kitchen slightly pausing at the scene in front of him.

“Steve!” you jump away from Bucky and bring the plate of cookies towards Steve. “You gotta try the cookies Bucky and I made.”

“You and Bucky made these, huh?” he says with a questioning look towards his friend. Bucky glares at the knowing smirk on the man’s face.

Punk.

there’s a difference between a want and a need (bucky barnes x reader)

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Huh,” You snapped out of your stare at the sound of Natasha’s teasing tone. You can feel the heat growing on your face, realizing she caught you staring at Bucky. Maybe she’ll leave it alone.

“You should go talk to him,” she says and turns to the bartender ordering a drink for herself.

Of course not.

“Who?” Playing dumb to a literal spy, not your smartest move.

Natasha gives you a look that says Seriously?

You look down to your drink and stir the contents, though it’s mostly ice now. “No, I don’t wanna interrupt them.”

“Nonsense, I’m sure Bucky wouldn’t mind leaving the boys to talk with a pretty girl,” she confidently states. “I was right about that dress by the way. You look great in it.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her compliments. “You’re one to talk. I don’t think anyone can wear green like you can,” you say admiring the way the simple emerald dress fits her perfectly. Though you genuinely mean the compliment, you’re hoping she doesn’t notice you brushing over her first comment.

“Thanks babe,” she says with a grin. She turns away for a second, thanking the bartender for her drink. “You should ask him out sometime,” she continues.

Damn.

“Not happening,” was your immediate reply.

“Why not?” she says with amusement at your reluctance.

Now it was your turn to give her an incredulous look. “Because… I don’t know,” you say, not really knowing how to explain it.

“Look, you obviously like him.”

“Is it really that obvious?” You thought, well hoped, that you hid your feelings well.

“To me it is,” she shrugs. “But super soldiers tend to be pretty oblivious,” she remarks with a sip of her drink.

“Oh god,” you sigh at the thought of him finding out. You wouldn’t be able to look him in the eyes ever again. But so many people must like him too, he’s probably used to it.

“It’s cute,” the smirk on her face returns, clearly noticing your distress.

You roll your eyes, “No, it’s creepy!”

She laughs at this, “Having a crush isn’t creepy.”

“Well, it’s definitely embarrassing.”

Natasha sets her drink down on the bar countertop. She grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you gently. She looks you intently in the eyes, you have no choice but to meet her gaze. “You are a beautiful human being and Barnes should consider himself lucky to even be noticed by you.”

Damn this woman can hype you up.

The panic you were feeling goes away at her words. “Thanks Nat,” you say sheepishly.

She smiles triumphantly at you and lets you go, returning back to her drink. “You deserve a nice date…. Don’t be offended by this, but when was the last time you went on one?”

You shrink at the question. The thing was, you hadn’t really had many dates, if you can even consider them dates. No one has ever explicitly asked you on a date. You never dared to ask anyone out, too shy and the fear of rejection was too strong. So, you’ve never even been in a relationship before. It’s not a bad thing, but some days you feel like you’re missing out on something. Only on nights when you’re watching cheesy rom-coms do you really think about what it’d be like to be in a relationship. You were a bit of a hopeless romantic, emphasis on the hopeless.

“Actually uh…. I haven’t really been on a date before,” you say quietly.

Natasha nearly spits out her drink at the news, “What?!”

if you’re happy, i’m happy for you (steve rogers x reader)

Admittedly, what you did was risky and could’ve gone horribly wrong, but you didn’t want to hear that. You got the files and made it out alive, that’s what was important. Steve couldn’t let it go though.

“What you did was reckless and stupid. You disobeyed my direct order,” he lectured you as you were walking back into your room.

You knew this argument was coming as soon as the mission was over.

“I had an opportunity and I took it. Don’t act like you wouldn’t have done the same,” you say tiredly as you sat on your bed and began removing your combat boots, kicking them away with a little more force than you intended.

“You’re not the one in charge. I should have you suspended for what you did,” he stands with his arms crossed, looking down at you.

You shot him a glare, “Are we really doing this again?”

“You just don’t seem to listen,” he says, the stern look on his face never wavering.

“God, just fucking let it go! The mission was a success!” you yell, throwing your hands up in frustration.

“That’s not the point. Do you even realize how much you were risking!?” he yells back.

“I knew what I was doing Steve,” you stand, holding his stare before turning away to continue undressing. “I don’t get why you’re so mad about this. I was doing my job, just like I’ve done every mission before.”

“And I was doing mine, which is keeping you and the team safe. But you decided to go and almost get yourself killed,”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you seethed.

“You’re really not getting this, are you?” the frustration and defeat clear in his voice.

“Natasha does the same thing and I don’t ever see you getting on her case about it!” you argue back.

“That’s different.”

“How is it different?!”

“Because I love you!”

That was the first time he had ever said those words.

It shouldn’t have been that way. It shouldn’t have been said in frustration, despite the passion. But in that moment, you didn’t care. Hearing it still made your heart skip a beat.

thanks for reading! let me know which ones you’re interested in!

#bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #i've been writing these over months #im just trying to finish them sdkfjsdjdf #if you followed me for my writing #thanks for being patient with me !!!#if this flops you didnt see this

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conaionaru · 4 years

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Honor and Blood (Ivar the Boneless)

Knockin' on Valhalla's door

Synopsis: Ivar leaves for England and new problems arise in Kattegat

Warnings: smut (in the beginning), oral sex, adult themes, fighting, angst, prophecy, believed? character death

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P.S. I think I am getting better at this smut thing. Maybe all the hours of “research” paid off 😂

Aros was asleep, and Vanya was brushing her hair after taking her bath. It was well past her usual bedtime, but Ivar wasn't home yet, and she wanted to talk before he left. If it was the last night she might spend with her him, then it should be special.

That's why she bathed with lavender scented oils from a merchant and brushed her hair till it shone like flames. Her skin felt tingly, and her nightgown felt featherlight. "I thought you would be asleep." Ivar's rough voice said from behind her, startling her from her thoughts.

She turned around in their bed and crawled towards the edge of the bed on all fours. "Can't sleep in an empty bed. I will have to find a solution when you leave. Otherwise, I will fall over dead when you come back."

Ivar chuckled at her words and pulled himself up on the bed, Vanya sitting down on her heels, watching him getting comfortable on top of the furs.

"Aros managed to crawl a bit today. Only one foot, but he is getting better. Maybe he will crawl to you at the docks when you come back." She told him, settling herself against him right side while he put his arms around her and drew her in closer. The couple laid side by side, Vanya's fingers ghosting over Ivar's collarbone, enjoying the shivers it produced.

Ivar looked at her foxish grin and smirked down at her. Vanya's head turned to the side in curiosity at what he would do next, she opened her mouth to ask him, but Ivar put his finger against her plump lips. "I like the smell; it's new."

"Lavender and Cedarwood. Hoenir actually helped me pick it up. He was very picky, so I happy that you like it."

"I like it very much." He whispered against her lips before kissing her. At first, it started slow, but passion and need consumed them, and things got heated. Vanya threw her right leg over Ivar's lap and climbed on top of him, burrowing her hands in his hair and softly pulling on the dark strands.

Ivar's calloused hands gripped her sides, one palm sliding up her white nightgown over her pale thighs. With breathy gasps, Vanya untied his tunic, tugging on it to take it off. Being the loving husband Ivar was, he took it off without teasing her, going right back to kissing her while her hands explored his chest and abs. Not liking the lack of nakedness from Vanya, Ivar pulled off her clothes as well, admiring the view he grew to love.

Since Aros's birth, her breast had gotten bigger, and she gained some stretch marks on her belly. But she still looked like Freyja to him, now she was even more beautiful, even with her marks and the scar left behind by the arrow in her shoulder. Vanya was breathtaking no matter what, and to him, she would be a goddess before, during, and after her pregnancy as well.

Her pink lips trailed down his jaw and neck, kissing, biting, and sucking softly, torn between leaving marks or not. Ivar had no such inner turmoil as he nipped at her collarbone to make her stop her teasing. Vanya threw her head back and ground her hips against his crotch to throw him off rhythm.

She bit his ear and pushed against his shoulders to make him lie down. When his back hit the furs beneath them, she raked her nails down his torso to his breaches to untie them. Ivar's hand stopped her, causing her to look at him in worry, thinking his legs must be bothering him. Ivar only shook his head and carefully flipped them around so Vanya would be under him. "I want to try something first."

The ginger watched him confused as he trailed kissed down her neck to her chest. After some teasing and a goodbye kiss to the space between her breasts, he moved on to her crotch. Vanya gasped at the strange sensation that he caused her with his tongue, throwing her head back and clenching the furs between her fingers.

Ivar continued his sweet ministrations, caressing her tights with his hands. After a year of marriage, he wanted to try what he saw Hvitserk try on Margrethe. Judging by the sounds and wiggling, he was doing a good job. Maybe the slave was good for something, at least, even if it was just putting ideas in Ivar's head.

So when Vanya moaned out loud and softly shook against his lips, he thanked the gods for letting him accidentally stumble upon his brother and the thrall in the woods. He slithered up the length of her body and kissed her, surprised by how much she was responding after she just came. Vanya pawed against the laces of his pants and pouted at him in her adorable way; with a victorious smirk, Ivar did as asked and took his breeches off.

He positioned himself over her to ensure he wouldn't squish her or hurt and entered her in a single thrust. Both paused to catch their breaths before he carried on, kissed her lips between thrusts. Knowing he liked it, Vanya nipped on his earlobe and tugged on his short hair, wishing he would grow it out a bit for a better grip.

It was astonishing to her, how much their lovemaking changed from the first time of awkwardness and duty. Over time they got more experienced and adventurous, learning what they loved to do and what not. And Ivar's new trick certainly will be repeated next time.

Ivar's movements sped up, and Vanya's breath grew shorter, signaling that they were both near. Locking gazes and lips, they reached their end together. Ivar rested his forehead against Vanya's, breathing in her intoxicating scent. Both were drunk on euphoria, kissing one last time before Ivar pulled out of her and laid down on his usual spot on the right.

With a happy sigh, Vanya pressed her front against his arm, drawing the furs over them to keep them warm. Ivar looked at her with vulnerable eyes, cupping her cheek in his hand and dragging his thumb over her swollen lips. "Could you wear something red tomorrow to see me off? So I can remember you that way for when we are apart."

Vanya smiled at the innocent question and nodded. She leaned against his palm and kissed the tip of his thumbs. "Anything else, Hjertet mitt (My heart)?"

"Just let me lie here, beside you. And touch you." The two turned on their side, Vanya spooning Ivar from behind, holding him close to her heart. She brushed her fingers through his hair and hummed the lullaby she always sang to Aros. And so they fell into a peaceful slumber, enjoying their last night together until he returned.

Vanya is sitting on her bed with Brynja, talking about the cute boy the older redhead was interested in. "He is tall and has eyes as green as the forest. And hair so blond it is like snow. You should have seen him, Vanya; he looked so good standing there in the river!"

Vanya laughed at the squeal the servant let out, looking down at her latest piece of work. The red dress Ivar wanted to see her in today. The door to her opened, and a thrall barged in. "The Queen wishes to speak to you."

With a confused look, Vanya put the dress down and followed the thrall towards the Queen's bedroom. Her mother in law sat on her bed, looking distressed. "Did you know he is leaving?"

"I thought he told you." Vanya tried only to be cut off by Aslaug.

"That is not what I asked you." She lifted her gaze from her lap to look at the girl she saw as her own daughter. "What I am curious about is if he told you he is leaving."

The young Princess sighed and sat down next to Aslaug, taking the woman's thin hand in hers. "He told me the day he was asked. We talked about it, and I encouraged him to go. He wants to prove his worth to Ragnar and everyone else. I am not happy about it, but I agreed he can go."

Aslaug shook her head and clenched Vanya's hand tightly. "Did he tell you what I saw?"

The frown on her face was answer enough. So against her son's wishes, she told Vanya of her vision. When she was done, Vanya stormed off, barged into her room to find Ivar on the bed, changing Aros's swaddling clothes. The Ragnarsson had no problem doing the dirty work of raising a child, and Vanya and Aslaug were very proud of that. But the pride didn't matter now.

Ivar looked up at her, but his smile fell when he saw her angry expression. "Why are you angry? Did Sigurd say something to you again?"

"No." Vanya scoffed and lifted the freshly changed babe into her arms, lying into his crib so he wouldn't be in the way. "But your mother did."

"Ah." The look on his face was conflicted, watching her stiff back as she stood by the crib. "I wanted to tell you myself later."

She turned to him, her eyes furious and hands in fists. "That's all you got to say for yourself? That you wanted to tell me? What would that change? I told you that I am only letting you go if you swear you'll return. And now that you know you will die, you still want to go!"

"I told you. I need to prove-"

"Yes, prove to your father you are a real man. But who cares what he thinks? He abandoned his family! He left you for dead, Ivar. What do you have to prove, then that he is a terrible person?"

Ivar shook his head and reached out for her, but Vanya stood her ground. So he sighed and dropped his hand in his lap. "What if you were in my place? What if you could prove to your parents that you were more than a womb? Wouldn't you do everything to do it?"

Vanya laughed, trying to keep her tears at bay. "If it required me to die, I wouldn't do it. All the people that matter, whose opinion matters, they are here. If you have to prove something to someone, then let it be Sigurd or Bjorn. Don't sail to England, Ivar."

"He left me to die. That's why I have to show him I am more than a cripple or a burden. Mother might be wrong."

"What if she isn't?"

"Then, that's a risk I have to take. I don't want to hurt you or Aros, but I have to do this."

Vanya crawled into bed with Ivar, putting the soiled swaddling clothes safely away. She kissed his forehead and lips smiling down at him with tear stains down her cheeks. "Promise me we will meet again. Be it in Kattegat or the afterlife. That we will find a way to be together forever."

"I will visit you in Freyja's hall every day, Min elskede (My beloved)." Vanya smiled at his declaration of love and kissed him before he left to gather his order from the blacksmith. If watching him leave now hurt, how much would it hurt when he left for real?

The grass under her skirt was still damp from the morning dew, and the air was heavy. Hoenir sat a distance away from her, sharpening his axe as Aros slept on his lap wrapped in furs. The sun was already up, and so were the people, including her husband, but Vanya was far too engrossed in her task to worry about anyone seeing her.

Vanya's red locks framed around her, hiding her face as she lit two candles. "All-mother. Goddess Frigg, I beg of you. Please don't take my husband away from me. I will do whatever you wish of me. You have protected me, and I ask you to do the same for Ivar. Goddess of marriage and motherhood, I beg of you." Tears gathered in her eyes as her hands clenched into fists at her side, the nails drawing blood.

"Please, keep Ivar alive." She sobbed pathetically, her head collapsing against the rock the candles were on. Her chest felt heavy, like someone was sitting on it and choking her at the same time. What Aslaug told her this morning tore at her insides, messing with her head, and made her weak once again.

After all the hard work it took her to become braver and stronger, it took one conversation to make her go mad with grief. She allowed Ivar to go, encouraged him to go on a journey with his father. And now, just before he is to leave, the gods spoke to Aslaug. He will drown, the Queen saw it, and he still wants to go.

Ivar knew what the news would do to his mother and wife. But he insisted on going and made peace with death, not caring who he is leaving behind. How selfish of him, but Vanya can be selfish too. So she prayed to Frigg, begging her to save him from the peril that awaited him.

"I pray to you all the other gods. Please protect my husband. I beg for Ran to spare him, for Hlín's protection and Odin's favor. But I pray for your mercy All-mother. "

Vanya propped her chin against the stone and looked at the flickering candles before her. "I know it is too much to ask for from you. But I will accept any help I can get even if you surely hate me now. I pray to you also. I am losing hope and don't know who to turn to. Please..." The tears hit the cold surface of the stone while her voice shook, sobs cutting her off as she tried to compose herself. "Please, God. Protect Ivar."

After all this time of devotion to the Norse gods, Vanya hit her lowest point. Kneeling on the grass in the middle of the day on a hill, praying to every god she knew. Oh, how the Aesir must hate you now, how fast the Princess turned her back on them when they asked for Ivar's life. She just hopes they will forgive her and take pity on her misery.

"We should go; you have to get ready before they depart," Hoenir called from behind her. Vanya sniffled and blew the candles out, sending out a silent prayer before leaving to redress. Let the gods be merciful, her old and new ones.

Watching the crew load their boats as Ragnar stood over them looking on edge was a painful sight. Aros whined in her arms too, reaching for the headpiece she wore on her forehead, curtesy of Aslaug. She did as Ivar asked her to do last night and wore a red dress, looking as perfect as possible to burn her likeness into his mind.

Aslaug's and her's arms were linked together in support, both anxious to see Ivar go. Ragnar's weird look towards something behind them warned them that Ivar is here. But when Vanya turned her head to look at her husband, instead of seeing him crawling on the ground, he was walking.

It looked like a lot of work, but with the aid of crutches, Ivar could stand upright somehow, even if he dragged his feet behind. She smiled proudly at him, overjoyed to see him able to do something he wanted to do his whole life. He truly was brilliant.

They watched Ivar walk onto the docks, struggling to lift his legs over the step, but he managed it in the end. Not like Vanya doubted him for a second. Aros whined once again, this time reaching for Ivar, who noticed the sound and looked towards them, freezing in his track. "You wore it."

"Of course. I promised, didn't I?" She grinned at him, tears threatening to spill from the corners of her eyes, but she stood there bravely. She spilled enough tears today; now, it was time to be brave and make it easier on him. "I prayed for your safe return, Hjertet mitt (My heart)."

Ivar looked at her surprised, after the time he caught her praying to the Christian god a long time ago, he expected her to take longer to adjust to the pagan ways. Considering she was against blood sacrifices, but apparently, he was wrong. "And to which god did you pray? The Æsir and Vanir or the Christian God?"

"Both." Her shameless admission shocked everyone around her, especially those who knew of Ivar's hate for anything christian. "Just to be sure you would be well protected and return. I warned you I would hunt you down to the gates of Valhalla if I have to."

Ivar smiled at her and said his goodbyes to her and Aros. After a few steps, his crutch got stuck between the floorboard, and he fell to the ground. Ubbe run to help him, but Aslaug stopped him, believing Ivar could do it himself. And he did. He ditched his new means of transportation and crawled to the boat where Ragnar awaited him.

"Hurry up. We've got a tide to catch." Watching Ivar leave felt like hell, or what Vanya was taught hell looked like. But she still swelled with another emotion; the pain and pride went hand in hand, till the boats were too small to follow with the naked eye.

That's also when Vanya returned to their hut to bathe Aros and put him to bed. Brynja filled a little tub with lukewarm water and left the Princess to herself. Vanya laid her babe into the water, carefully washing him as she hummed his lullaby to keep him calm.

The necklace of Jörmungandr that Ivar made for her dangled above his head, distracting him. He reached towards it and cooed adorably, making her smile. She remembered the story Ivar told her once.

"In the depths of the ocean, a giant serpent named Jörmungandr is biding his time. The child of the god Loki and Angroboda is so large; he can wrap his body around Midgard and hold the end of his tail in his mouth. His mouth, which is lined with venom-dripping teeth, is large enough to swallow a god or giant whole—Odin, fearful of the serpent banished into the waters of the world."

Aros watched her talk, his eyes wide watching the dangling object above him. If he understood her or just liked the shiny metal, Vanya wasn't sure. "Now he circles the world for eternity; every time he resurfaces, he is angrier. But he can't escape the oceans till his time comes. When the world is ending, Jörmungandr will take a stand against Thor once more. He will escape the sea, drowning everything in his path, and his breath will poison the sky."

She pulled him out of the tub and wrapped him into a cloth to dry him off. Sitting on her and Ivar's bed, she looked down at her son's sleepy eyes. "But Thor will finally triumph over the beast, smashing him with his hammer, only to die afterward. Both winning and losing at the same time in the end. But for now, he is still in the sea, waiting, fuming at his punishment."

Vanya laid down on her side, her son laying on Ivar's half of the bed. She smiled at his peaceful expression and closed her own eyes, unaware of the horrors Ivar faced out on the sea ruled by the serpent she just spoke of.

#original character #original female character #vikings #history vikings #vikings imagine #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #ivar lothbrok #ivar #ivar x oc

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SnK Episode 63 Poll Results (for Anime Only Watchers)

The poll closed with 114 responses. Thank you to everyone who participated!

Please note that these are the results for the Anime Only Watchers’ poll. If you wish to see the results for the Manga Readers’ poll, click here.

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RATE THE EPISODE 98 Responses

It would appear that the response to this week’s episode is even higher than last week’s, with 99% giving it a score of 3 or higher. Nice!

Amazing episode overall, it really gives you the feeling that something huge is about to happen

The best episode so far. Music was perfectly matched with animations.

Hype

i liked it!

This was an amazing episode and I can't wait to see what will happen next !

WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING MOMENTS WAS YOUR FAVORITE? 100 Responses

The cliffhanger at the end of the episode was by and far the most favorite among viewers, with 56% stating it was their favorite moment from the episode. It is distantly followed by the festival scene in which Reiner sacrifices his money to spoil the kids. And at a distant third, people got a good laugh at the stairwell scene where Porco gets spooked by Pieck.

WOULD YOU SHAMELESSLY EXPLOIT REINER FINANCIALLY IF YOU HAD SUCH AN OPPORTUNITY? 99 Responses

Looks like more than half (61.6%) of responders would agree to exploit Reiner financially (half of those without a hint of shame). Others would either consider it or reject the offer, in that order.

RIP Reiner's money

WHICH FOOD WOULD YOU WANT REINER TO BUY YOU? 99 Responses

Pizza is the clear winner on this one (62.6%), followed by Desser at a distant second (25.3%). Just a little over 9% went for Sandwiches instead. The couple of other responders clearly cheated!

WHICH KID HAD THE CUTEST “BEGGING” EXPRESSION? 100 Responses

Gabi went ahead and knocked out her competition for this tournament (gaining 64%). Guess she really is cute, as she says. Falco’s in distant second (29%), followed by Zofia (7%). Poor Udo has gotten no love.

NOW THAT WE’VE SEEN MORE OF THE NEW CAST, WE’LL ASK AGAIN. WHICH NEW CHARACTER IS YOUR FAVORITE? 99 Responses

We’re back with this question, again. It would appear that Falco has won over the hearts of most responders, gaining 54.5%. Pieck the Enigmatic Cart Titan Shifter is in second place with a little over 25%. Gabi the Fiery Warrior cadet is in third place with 10.1%. Others gave their preference for Willy, Magath, Zofia and Udo in that order. Poor Porco has gotten no love!

Love zofia but my favs always disappointed me.

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF PIECK CRAWLING ON ALL FOURS BECAUSE IT FEELS “MORE NATURAL” FOR HER? 97 Responses

When it comes to the scene of Pieck crawling on all fours, almost 60% seemed to think of it as either a cute or even a hot (you know what kind of hot) moment. On the flip side, almost 26% thought the scene was disturbing or simply sad. A few others either didn’t seem to care or thought the scene was funny.

Cute,but sad since she's adapted to being this tool for war of the Marleyans

fan service

Pieck got a dump truck

mixed

Y'ALL NEED TO TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND TOUCH SOME GRASS, YOU HORNY F*CKS

WILLY TELLS MAGATH THAT THE WARHAMMER TITAN IS PRESENT, BUT THAT MAGATH PROBABLY CAN’T GUESS WHICH MEMBER OF THE TYBUR FAMILY HOLDS IT. WHO WOULD BE YOUR GUESS? 100 Responses

In retrospect, we should have included an option for those who have already been spoiled on the identity of the Warhammer titan, based on many of the responses we received. We’ve blacked out the pie chart to avoid spoiling anyone. But, in order from the first choice on the list to the last available choice, the following options were most favored: Willy, the old man, the old woman, the blonde mother, one of the children, the woman serving food, and one of the guards.

MAGATH AND WILLY TALK ABOUT MARLEY’S SELF-DESTRUCTIVE WAR HISTORY AND MAGATH NOTES THAT IT’S TOO LATE TO STOP IT. DO YOU AGREE WITH HIM? 98 Responses

Most responses assert that Magath’s prediction will come true in the end and Marley’s downfall will be a result of its own conduct (little over 56%). Some others dissent, arguing that although Marley will probably fall, it will not be because of its own previous conduct. The rest either can’t say for sure, believe Willy’s plans will save the nation or simply don’t care.

WILLY TALKS A BIT ABOUT “HELOS,” THE GREAT HERO OF MARLEY WHO SUBDUED THE TITANS. HE SAYS THAT MARLEY NEEDS ANOTHER “HELOS.” WHO, IF ANY, OF OUR PROMINENT CAST MEMBERS DO YOU THINK THAT NEW HERO COULD BE? 96 Responses

“I need a Hero! I’m holding out for a hero to the end of the-“, you get the point. Everybody needs a hero, right? It would appear that a quarter believe Eren could fit in as this metaphorical “Helos”. Almost 20% believe that none of them will fit this type of role. In third place we have our recently promoted Protagonist, Reiner Braun. Other popular options included Zeke, Levi and Falco, in that order. Gabi was written in for one response. Looks like we forgot to include her in our options. 😅

gabi... i feel very early seasons eren vibes from her

IN A SIMILAR VEIN, MAGATH CRITICIZES THE HELOS STATUE BY STATING THAT IT IS HOLLOW INSIDE. WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS MEANS? 98 Responses

When critiquing the statue itself, Magath noted that it is hollow. In that vein, almost 38% believe that Marley’s defeat of the Titans in the Great Titan War is a hollow lie. Others (17.3%) believe the story will simply lack a hero in the end. Almost the same percentage (16.3%) think that Marley’s defeat of the Titans *was* genuine, but their subsequent conduct is anything but heroic. The rest either believe there is some thematic substance in that statement, but aren’t sure what it is or think that Magath is just a cynic.

WHAT IS THE TRUTH WILLY INTENDS TO REVEAL AT THE FESTIVAL? 97 Responses

When it comes to discerning Willy’s plan at the festival, almost 65% were convinced he wants to reveal something about the history of Marley and Eldia. In distant second place (16.5%) we had folks believing Willy wants to reveal certain information about the Titans. The rest were either not sure or thought he wanted to reveal info about something else entirely.

the war

WHAT DO YOU THINK WILLY’S “SOLUTION” TO THE WORLD’S PROBLEMS MAY BE? 96 Responses

We got a rather colorful pie chart for such a bleak question. The slight plurality (27.1%) believe Willy wants to obtain the coordinate in order to obtain the control of all Eldians, others (26%) believe he wants to commit genocide on Eldians living on Paradis island or perhaps wants to obtain the powers of all Nine Titans. The rest believe Lord Tybur either wants to commit genocide on all Eldians in the world or wants to make with the Ethnic group. A whole array of different opinions.

the war Genocide of Marlians

I don't really know lol

DO YOU THINK WILLY CAN CONVINCE THE PEOPLE TO GET ON BOARD WITH THE “SOLUTION” HE WILL REVEAL AT THE PLAY? 97 Responses

When it comes to convincing the audience of the festival to support Willy’s plans, the overwhelming majority believe he’ll be successful, either in part (majority) or in whole (minority). The rather miniscule minority isn’t sure and even less people believe Willy will wholly fail.

I think Willy's speech may lead to a serious division throughout Marley between people that agree with his solution and people that don't

marleyans are a bunch of sheeps anyways so i don't think they will even question his "solution" as long as it's about getting rid of eldians

WE ARE INTRODUCED TO A WOMAN WHO GABI SAYS IS “AN EASTERNER FROM HIZURU,” WHO APPEARS TO BE SYMPATHETIC TOWARD THE ELDIANS. DO YOU THINK THAT THIS WOMAN WILL HAVE ANY IMPORTANCE IN FUTURE PLOT DEVELOPMENTS? 97 Responses

When it comes to the “Easterner from Hizuru”, it would appear that a decent chunk of responses believe she’ll play some sort of role in the story later, either in relation to Mikasa (42.3%) or the Eldians (16.5%) as a whole. Others dissent and argue that she’s there to showcase people sympathetic to the Eldians in the world instead (24.7%). Finally, some are simply not sure (16.5%).

DO YOU THINK THERE IS ANY SIGNIFICANCE TO THE BASEBALL MITT? 97 Responses

It would appear that Eren has a baseball mitt. Does it mean there is any significance to it? I don’t know. I’m just a ghost writing walls of text. Anyway, a plurality (42.3%) of those answering this question believe that there is (significance) and that it’s a hidden message from Eren’s “family”. Some others also believe in the importance of the mitt (22.7%), but aren’t sure of what it means exactly. Others take a middle position (21.6%) favoring a symbolic interpretation of the iteam. The rest simply have no idea.

From monkey boy and his perfect game ? Idk why tbh

Maybe alluding to Zeke, probably helps Eren where to channel his hatred

DO YOU THINK THAT EREN CAME TO MARLEY ALONE, OR WAS HE SENT THERE BY THE SURVEY CORPS TO FULFILL A ROLE? 96 Responses

When it comes to the status of the SC and Eren in Marley, the definitive majority believe they are there with him (59.4%). Almost 22% think he is there alone and without the consent of the Corps. On the flip side, 14.6% believe he is there alone, but wholly with the Corps’ consent.

HOW DO YOU THINK REINER AND EREN’S CONVERSATION WILL GO? 95 Responses

A rather interesting development exists in the prospect of another conversation between Eren and Reiner. Also interesting are the predictions for this question. Just a little over a third believe they’ll have a civil talk, in contrast to their talk from S2. A little under a third believe the conversation will not have any yelling, but will still be rather bitter. Others believe that they’ll either start fighting or engage in another shouting match. 9.5% are simply not sure.

Eren becomes attack titan probably

ON A SCALE OF 1-5, HOW MUCH WOULD YOU LIKE TO RETURN TO THE SURVEY CORPS/PARADIS RIGHT NOW? 97 Responses

Finally, here is another recurring question. How much do you want to return to the SC/Paradis right now? A little over 50% are very eager, though a little under 50% state that they can afford to wait a bit.

Marley is kinda boring

ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS ON THE EPISODE?

I feel like the story hasn't moved that much or maybe there are just a lot of things that haven't been clarified yet. I did read some spoilers of the latest chapters but I can't seem to connect the latest episodes to the spoilers I have read.

Mainly gave it a 4 because I'm in the middle between superb quality of animation and my lack of interest in the Warriors, but added +1 because we are finally getting back to the SC crew!

Gabi is still annoying as hell, she's the effing worst

The build up is nice

I felt bad for Grandad Yeager, wish Eren could have patted his shoulder or something. Guess he's an asshole now. Would love to find out more about the baseball thing.

I can't wiat 2 weeks, i'm going to cry

The more they focus on Gabi, the more unlikable and unsympathetic she becomes. I really hope we don't have to deal with too much more of her after this arc.

It really felt like the calm before the storm. Very interesting episode. I just know something is going to happen during Tybur's speech and Eren's talk with Reiner. Can't wait!

Sucks to be Falco ig

Ughhhhh, just a fucking vibe of an episode. I'll say it.... I like Reiner now😌😌 yeh I know. This episode made me love the warriors crew despite me not giving an f about them before. I hope porco is secretly in love with Reiner and explains why he hated him so much. Still waiting out for [redacted]’s new side part, hopefully we will see him soon. Well... till next week friends ~C

wait too long for next T-T

WHERE DO YOU PRIMARILY DISCUSS THE SERIES? 91 Responses

Thank you again to everyone who participated! We’ll see you again next episode!

#snk poll #snk polls #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #snk #aot #snk spoilers

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RFA + Saeran accidentally injuring MC

I FORGOT JIHYUN LIKE A BIG DUMB MAYBE I’LL UPDATE LATER WITH HIS

Yoosung

LOLOL had launched a special campaign, only available for a limited time

Seeing as how the reward for completing it was rumoured to be a brand new skin for one of Yoosung’s favourite characters,

of course he was going to spend three sleepless nights in front of the computer to be the first one to get it

Normally, you wouldn’t let him stay up for so long playing- but finals were over and you figured he deserved to blow off some steam

You were relaxing on the couch one day when you heard a loud commotion from Yoosung

You went over to his desk to check on him-

“Yes! Yes! I got it- oh my god, I got it! MC come over here and check it out-!”

Before you could even respond to tell him you were already right beside him

He threw his hands up in the air while he was celebrating, one connecting directly with your nose

When his shocked face whipped around to see you cradling your now bloody nose he almost screamed

Apologizing incessantly- and god forbid you shed some tears at the pain because he will reciprocate the tears tenfold

He tries to get you some tissues but he’s panicking so much that he just- grabs a fistful and shoves it in your face

Just wants to stop the bleeding as soon as possible

Will want you to hit him back as revenge

If you take him up on the offer, he will cry again

Jumin

You two were relaxing at the end of the day, just enjoying a glass of wine together

But Elizabeth was feeling especially needy that day

She was cuddling up to you, walking across your laps, etc..

She refused to sit still, wanting you to play with her

Jumin’s just watching you suffer with amusement, you trying to drink from your glass but can’t since Elizabeth keeps pawing at it

Thinks your frustrated face is adorable

In fact, so adorable he wants to keep a permanent record of it

So he pulls out his phone to capture the moment- fully intending on sending it straight to the messenger

But my man forgot his flash was on

Mind you, this is in the late evening and you two are outside on the patio- so this flash is bright

Scares the everloving shit out of Elizabeth too and she jumps ten feet into the air out of your lap, knocking your glass out of your hand

On reflex, you reach out to catch the glass but it shatters on the ground before you can fully reach it

You can’t quite see what’s happened but damn can your hand feel it

Feeling the sharp pain, you quickly pull back your hand and put it to the light- bitch is bleeding

You’re a little in shock but he’s already called five paramedics, 12 different ambulances, a neurosurgeon- Jumin stop why would I need a neurosurgeon for my hand

Even after he confirms with all the doctors that you’re fine, he will be paranoid for a long time

Invests in shatter-proof everything

Jaehee

It was a busy busy busy day in the cafe

Both of you were rushing around trying to take all the orders and seat everyone in time

Neither of you were expecting today of all days to be so busy- and some of the other workers had called in so you were already running short on people

You were at the front, taking orders and providing extra chairs for everyone filtering in

Jaehee called you from the back for help getting all the extra batches she had just made out to the front

Ngl she was really rushing you along- urging you to hurry up before you missed anyone new coming in

You were feeling so rushed, in fact, that you weren’t really paying attention to what Jaehee was handing you- more focused on just getting it out as fast as possible

Without warning, she finished handing you the muffins that had been cooling for the past few minutes and had swapped to the cookies fresh out the oven

You were not wearing your oven mitts

As soon as the pan made contact with your skin you screamed, dropping it on the floor

She was on you right away,, pulling your red hands under the cool tap water

Doesn’t stop apologizing;

Her actions are swift and confident- bandaging your hands with incredible proficiency

But her words are something else completely lol— she’s stammering out “I’m sorry”s and asking if you’re okay like fifty times in a row

Insists you stay in the front and that she does the kitchen work on her own- even if you refuse

At the end of the day she’ll still be apologizing and offers to bring you to the hospital to make sure hands are okay

You have to calm her down by kissing her

But yes please take me to the hospital I still hurt

Saeyoung

You and Saeyoung were playing hide and go seek tag like a bunch of CHILDREN

Jk it’s adorable

Saeyoung was it this round which is honestly an unfair advantage in all regards

You, like the hide and go seek pro you are, we’re strategically moving your hiding spot every few seconds- never staying in one spot for too long

You’re a lot harder to track down than he first anticipated

Resorts to using his cameras to find you

“It’s not cheating, MC- it’s using your tools to your advantage.”

Finds you creeping down the halls and hatches a plan to take you by surprise

The hall you’re in happens to connect back to the kitchen

When you finally make it into the kitchen, he takes the chance to pop out right behind you screaming like a banshee

Your heart drops

You scream and try to run away but socks on slippery tiled floor don’t offer too much traction

You make it half a step before you are launched backwards and crash onto the ground head first

His screaming turns into half screaming half laughing as he rushes to your side on the floor

Recites some dramatic made up poetry about his fallen love- ala Romeo and Juliet

You’re fighting back tears while you’re holding your head

“Saeyoung stop making me laugh it’s making my head hurt even more”

When he hears you saying your head hurt he calms down

Legitimately worried now that your injury might be serious

Rushes you to a doctor right away who concludes that you probably just have a mild concussion

Permanent bed rest and cuddles until he decides you’re better

Expect him to don the maid costume while he’s taking care of you and “forget” to close the door letting Saeran walk in and see everything

poor Saeran

Zen

He had just gotten casted for what was essentially his dream role

This boy was Romeo fucking Montague

So psyched he wanted you to help him practice lines- obviously for the balcony scene as you read for Juliet

But he was

really into this role

He had you climb up on top of this ladder as he supported you from the bottom to act as the ‘balcony’

You just went along with it despite how ridiculous you felt because you didn’t want to be the one to rain on his parade;;

Besides you thought it was cute seeing how invested he was getting into the character as you peered over him from your position on the ladder

Well- it was cute until his focus gradually shifted from keeping you stable on the ladder to reciting his monologue

“Uhh, Zen? Are you sure this is stable enough?..”

You doubt he even heard you over his reading, not taking his eyes off of the script

Before you could try and catch his attention again you unceremoniously toppled down as the ladder suddenly fell away from under you

He heard the crashing and reached out, script being thrown away and forgotten, to catch you before you landed

Technically he succeeded but it didn’t stop your leg being caught in the mess of the ladder falling

Leading to your very sprained ankle

Doesn’t even stop to ask if you’re okay,, all but throws the ladder away and carries you all the way to the hospital

After you guys get back, you’re pouting and he’s basically begging for your forgiveness

Will ask you to push him from a real balcony so he can understand and experience your pain

Obviously not Zen wtf

Will “kiss your ankle better” and curse the gods that his beast-like healing abilities was not given to you also

Saeran

You’ve probably been hanging out with Saeyoung a little too much tbh

He gives you the idea to prank Saeran

For SOME reason you think it’s a good idea

He was sleeping in this morning and you think it would be hilarious if you hid behind the door before he woke up and scare him as he came out

You’ve definitely been spending too much time with Saeyoung

When he wakes up and doesn’t feel you in the bed with him he lowkey freaks out

He thinks you’ve probably just left to go to the bathroom or something so he calls your name

Obviously you don’t respond

Cue actual panic for marshmallow boy

Starts thinking of all the worst case scenarios that could have happened to you

He basically leaps out of the bed, calling for Saeyoung

You hear him coming to the door and get ready to scare him

But before you can even jump out of your hiding spot behind the door- it swings open full force getting you right in the nose

“Owwww...Saeran...”

He hears your whining and pulls back the door to see you holding your bloody nose

“What the hell are you doing back there? Why didn’t you respond when I called you?”

“I was trying to prank you...”

A moment of silence for Saeran’s patience

“Bye.”

Steps back into your room and closes the door

Honestly really relieved you were okay, just embarrassed about how worried he was

Will come back out when he hears you in the bathroom taking care of your nose

“You’re not allowed to talk to my idiot brother again.”

“But Saerannnn”

Surprisingly very gentle when patching you up

#mysme #mystic messenger scenario #mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanon #mystic messenger imagine #mysme imagine #mysme headcanon #mysme scenario #mysme saeyoung #mysme jaehee #mysme saeran #mysme jumin #mysme zen

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marveloussupernerd · 3 years

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Hi for the prompts list can you do 707 and mc for 41. And mc says it because “stress eating” lol

Yes ofc !! Once I ate so much cookie dough on Christmas Eve I genuinely got sick oops

Cookie Dough - 707

This is from my list of Christmas / winter prompts !

Prompt: “My tummy hurts because I ate too much cookie dough”

Warnings: spoilers for Seven’s route & name

Summary: Seven never liked Christmas until now. Now, he gets to spend it with you and his brother. You have to make this day PERFECT. If that means making eight dozen sugar cookies to decorate as a lil family ? Done. But you got a little too excited about the cookie dough and... well, Seven’s gonna have to help you feel better

Saeran and Saeyoung were finally excited for Christmas. It was indeed a Christmas miracle! You had expected Seven to be much more lit for the holidays, as a devout Catholic, than the members let in on. Supposedly he always holed himself in his house and stayed inside the whole day. Probably because he felt guilty about Saeran.

But this year would be different. Saeran was home, and, might you say it, a lot better. He was all smiley as you walked through the department store together, pointing out a Christmas tree he wanted and helping you pick out ornaments. Seven had never had a tree, so the two of you took it upon yourself to make sure the bunker was all festive this year.

It took all three of you to carry the tree inside (it was pretty big, Saeran wanted a spectacle). The boys would put up the tree and string the tinsel around it together, something they had never gotten to do before, while you made the cookies. Making cookies was never the notable part, decorating them was.

So you got to work in the kitchen, still able to glance over and watch the boys struggle with the tree. They were both genius hackers... they’d figure it out eventually. You got to work rolling the dough, glancing over a set of cookie cutters, trying to decide which to use.

“Hey!” You called to them. “What are we thinking? Bells, stars, trees, Santa, snowflakes, snowmen... what do we want to decorate?”

Saeran glanced at you, a bright smile on his face. “All of the above.”

And so you got to work. But snowflakes were impossible. These were supposed to be perfect for the boys! Yet everytime you’d pick them up with the spatula, at least one of the “arms” would fall off. It was ruined. You’d eat the broken arm then keep the rest on the side to roll out again.

Everything else went fine. It was just those stupid snowflakes! But Saeran wanted them. What were you supposed to do? You had probably had 20 snowflake arms by now. You let out a frustrated groan.

“What’s up babe?” Seven asked, abandoning the tree for a moment to come over to you, wrapping his arms around you.

You turned to face him. “I can’t make these damn snowflakes. They keep falling apart!”

He let out a hum, then pulled out more flour. “Try flouring the counter. That could help.” He sprinkled the flour on the counter for you then bopped your nose with his flour-covered finger, which made you laugh, then sneeze, then quickly wipe it off.

“Thanks Love. I’ll try that. You can keep working on the tree?” You really didn’t want him to see you so frustrated. This was supposed to be stress-free and fun. They didn’t need to know.

He kissed your cheek then got back to work, and it was time for you to do the same. But Lord have mercy, this would not work! It was so absolutely frustrating. You cut out a snowman or two and called it quits. No snowflakes today. You’d celebrate by eating the rest of the cookie dough you had rolled out.

Finally, it was time to put them in the oven. It really had taken a while, huh? The boys were all done setting up and trimming the tree, even the lights were all on. They joined you in the kitchen to hang out and wait for the cookies.

You pulled some store-bought frosting out of the fridge. You weren’t doing this to yourself again. “I can start dyeing some frosting while we wait. What colors do we want? White, red and green?” The typical Christmas colors. Sounded right to you.

“Oo! And yellow. For the stars,” Seven added, reaching past you to grab food coloring. You started splitting the frosting into bowls and dyeing it but... wow, your stomach started hurting really bad.

Bear the pain! You added a few more drops of red. The frosting was pink and obviously that wouldn’t do. Your stomach made a sound, and your hands shot to cover it up somehow, not that that made any sense.

The next step was drinking water. Maybe you were dehydrated? That didn’t explain anything.

Finally the cookies were done. You grabbed an oven mitt and pulled them out, nearly dropping one of the trays as your stomach churned.

“Are you okay!?” Seven asked, reaching to grab the tray before quickly moving back, as he had burnt his hand. He went to run it under cool water as you set the tray down. Well this was embarrassing.

“Uh... I’m fine. Really.” Your stomach played you though, making another sound as you lied through your teeth. The twins both raised an eyebrow at you.

“Okay... well if you must know, my tummy hurts because I ate too much cookie dough,” you confessed, looking anywhere but at the boys.

Seven made his way over to you, hand rubbing your back soothingly. “That sucks. Maybe we shouldn’t have left you on cookie duty by yourself.”

“Well, it was good. I just... I got so frustrated with those stupid snowflakes and I didn’t want to ruin Christmas for you guys because I’m incompetent and can’t cut out snowflakes and I know you wanted to decorate all the different cookies but I-“

He cut you off with a quick kiss to your lips, hands placed firmly on your shoulders. “You were worried not having snowflakes to decorate would ruin our Christmas?” He chuckled. “You’re adorable.” He kissed you again. “I’m sorry if I stressed you out or set the standards too high.”

“No, it’s okay! I just wanted your first true Christmases to be perfect. And I couldn’t,” you sighed. He kissed your cheek. Saeran moved to lean against the counter next to you.

“This Christmas is perfect. The standards are very very low, remember?” Saeran chimed in. It forced a sad smile to your face. He did have a point.

“Why don’t we decorate cookies tomorrow? You need to rest so your tummy feels better for presents,” Saeyoung suggested. He didn’t give you much choice though, as he picked you up in his arms and carried you toward bed.

“But! The tree! And the cookies! And I still have a few things to wrap!” You protested, squirming in his arms.

“Santa will take care of that, duh,” Saeran stated simply. “Get some rest and feel better!”

Saeyoung plopped you on your shared bed, laying down beside you and rubbing your stomach. It made you feel a little tickley but you didn’t do anything about it. “Better?” He asked.

“Admittedly better. Uhm, but does Saeran really-“

“What? Believe in Santa? Duh. Don’t you?”

“Uhm...” you looked away from him. You literally couldn’t tell if he was joking. “Duh. But we don’t have any cookies to set out for him.”

“They’re just not frosted. He’ll figure it out. Now why don’t you get some rest? Everything will go perfect tomorrow. You’ve done so good today. You made him so happy. You’ve made me so happy. I... hated this holiday but now it just might be my favorite.” He kissed the top of your head, fingers running soothing circles around your stomach, lulling you to sleep.

#mystic messenger #mysme #christmas #707

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thekitchenismykingdom · 3 years

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Take Me Out to the Ball Game - Lovestruck Fanfiction

Relationship: Lucien Rivercrest/Roman Tarrenglade Rating: G Summary: Roman is a huge baseball fan and goes with Lucien to see the Mariners play against the Blue Jays. A catch, a kiss, and a fun date. A/N: Lucien and Roman have such a fun dynamic in the series. Of course I’d end up shipping them. Roman is the “idiot sandwich” to Lucien’s Gordon Ramsay lol

Cheers rang out in the stadium as the sun shone down on the rowdy fans of Seattle. Beer sloshed in cups, popcorn flew through the air, and vendors waved their pretzels around for sale. A couple, one dressed appropriately for the occasion and the other more casual, sat in the middle of the stadium behind second base. The clear baseball fan of the two held a jumbo, overpriced hot dog in one hand and a small container of a bright red jam, the same colour as his hair in fact, in the other. He poured some of the jam onto the hot dog, and when satisfied, snapped the container closed and put it away.

Examining the hot dog carefully, from the line of yellow mustard to the jam he had just put on, Roman finally took a bite.

"Mmm, I can't believe I haven't tried a hot dog until now," he said between chews. "Human food really isn't that bad!"

Lucien hummed and munched on his peanut snacks. A little too sweet for his taste, but they would do for a ball game.

"Perhaps I could convince Liora to add these to the menu..." Roman continued, musing to himself after each bite.

Lucien stopped chewing and glanced at Roman.

"Yes, because these 'jumbo' hot dogs in tasteless buns belong next to my petit fours and raspberry charlotte."

"I would make them just as fancy as your petit fours, Lucien! They would be gourmet."

"Assuming I baked the perfect bun to go with them, maybe."

"I can jazz up any food and you know it," Roman countered with a huff. "This jam I whipped up from cooked gengan fruit adds a wonderfully complex spice and sweetness that pairs perfectly with the tangy mustard and this, ah, all beef hotdog."

Lucien smirked, but put his hand on top of Roman's and gave it a small squeeze.

"Come on, the bottom of the seventh is about to start."

Lucien could see the excitement in Roman's face, feel it in the way Roman gripped his hand as the game wound down to its final inning. It was the bottom of the ninth and the Mariners were losing to the Blue Jays by one run, with only one man out, and one of their best hitters was at bat.

"The Mariners are so close! A run would tie it, and another would win the whole thing!"

"I didn't think they were any good," Lucien mumbled, and Roman glared at him.

"The true point is to go on a date and watch a baseball game, but they have a chance at victory! Even bottom teams win sometimes."

The Blue Jays were also in the bottom, a fact Roman was well aware of, and Lucien sighed.

His eyes were drawn back to the diamond with a CRACK as the batter swung and hit the ball, sending it into the corner of right field.

"Oh, oh! Fair ball! FAIR BALL!!!" Roman shouted and cheered as the batter ran across first, then second, and finally slid into third plate just as the ball went sailing into the third baseman's glove.

"SAFE!"

Roman whooped and punched his hand into his shiny baseball glove.

"Come on boys, get a homerun. A homerun!"

"Yell a little louder and maybe they'll hear you," Lucien teased, settling into his seat and stealing a sip of Roman's drink.

"Oh Lucien, at least pretend to have fun," Roman muttered, eyes rolling as he focused on the game.

"I am," he defended. "I always have fun with you." When Roman didn't respond, Lucien turned back to the game.

The second batter stepped up to the plate and rolled his shoulders before setting up. After a moment the pitcher wound up and sent a nasty screwball straight into the catcher's glove. The batter didn't even twitch.

The second pitch was a fastball, and this time the batter swung. He just missed the ball as that too went flying into the catcher's mitt.

Roman had a hand over his mouth, rubbing his face as he shimmied to the edge of his seat. One more strike and the batter would be out.

Taking some time to loosen up, the batter kicked at some dirt on the plate and set up once more, the bat moving loosely in his grip. The pitcher wound up and unleashed a slider. The batter swung and missed as the ball suddenly dropped, once more into the catcher's mitt.

A collective groan could be heard in the stands, but Roman stayed focused on the game. The next batter made his way to home plate, a fresh trade from another team. Roman turned to Lucien and said, "This guy will do it. I know he will."

"You can predict the future now?"

"Laugh all you want, but I know we're winning this thing," Roman sniffed and turned back to the game. Lucien stared at him before looking back to the game himself, and watched a bad pitch almost miss the catcher entirely. A ball on the first pitch.

The second pitch was a fastball and the batter just got a piece of it, fouling it. Lucien looked around to make sure no one was watching and quickly drew his sigil for a luck spell. He then sat back and watched a curveball go past the batter as the umpire signalled for a second strike.

"Oh come on, come on..." Roman said through gritted teeth. Lucien almost laughed at the sight, not really understanding Roman's interest in this human sport but happy to go to games with him all the same. He refrained from laughing, however, wanting Roman to enjoy the experience.

The batter finally set up, planting his feet into the dirt and staring down the pitcher. With the ball in hand and having received the signal from the catcher, the pitcher finally wound up and threw a hard fastball. With the loudest CRACK of the game the ball hit the bat and went sailing into the air and over the field.

"Roman, get your glove ready! It looks like-"

"I GOT IT!!!" Roman yelled as he jumped up from his seat and caught the ball. He cheered and whooped and held up the ball in his glove as the announcers went wild.

"A two-run homerun and the Mariners take it 5-4 over the Blue Jays! What a spectacular finish!!!"

"Oh Lucien, I can't believe it! I knew they were going to win, of course, but to actually catch a ball from a homerun? A ball from the game-winning homerun!? It's a dream come true!"

"And what are the odds you would catch the homerun baseball after predicting a Mariners win?"

They were walking back to the cafe hand-in-hand and Roman briefly let go to once again examine the baseball, turning it over in his hands and running his fingers over the red lacing. It seemed to Lucien he had done that at least 15 times since leaving the stadium.

"I know you had something to do with it," Roman said.

"Perhaps, but I had nothing to do with that homerun. Your man came through."

"That he did! I told you he would."

"Was it the highlight of the game for you?" Lucien asked, and Roman nodded.

"Of the game? Yes, definitely the best part. The whole thing was fantastic, except the fourth inning, and we had such great seats, and the food! I always love trying out human food when we go out."

Roman was gushing about the sheer amount of food one could purchase at a sporting event, talking about the hot dogs covered in chili and cheese, the giant salty pretzels, and massive bags of popcorn. Lucien smiled to himself, watching Roman's already bright eyes sparkle as he talked and talked about everything he liked at the game.

"-And I know it's not your favourite thing to do, but going to games together truly is some of the best time I've spent with you, Lucien. Putting up with my extreme enthusiasm and the human food-"

They stopped abruptly just outside the café and Roman grabbed Lucien's hand, turning to face him.

"It means the world to me, and I will always be grateful for every day we spend together, every meal we eat together, just...everything. It is all so, so special to me, and I love you all the more for it."

Roman leaned forward and gave Lucien a soft kiss on the cheek, and Lucien turned his face to capture Roman's lips in a stronger kiss, chest tight with emotion at the sweet words Roman said just for him.

"You're special to me, too," Lucien murmured, keeping Roman close. "The most special person in my life. That won't change."

Roman's cheeks reddened as deep as his hair, only overshadowed by the brilliant smile on his face.

"You sweet-talker, you. Come on, I think there are some leftovers in the kitchen. Those peanuts aren't exactly filling." His smile turned into a devilish grin then, as he added, "Unless you'd prefer a different kind of-"

"Just get inside," Lucien grumbled, rolling his eyes at Roman's antics and the untimely shattering of the moment. Roman followed Lucien into the cafe, snickering all the while.

#lovestruck voltage #sweet enchantments #lucien rivercrest #roman tarrenglade #lovestruck fanfiction #lovestruck fic #my writing

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birlcholtz · 4 years

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Bittydex??? (Also your bitty/holster and bittyrans hcs were works of art)

omg. the baking duo. i don’t think i’ve ever like seriously thought about them but NOW I AM AND I LOVE IT HERE GOES

dex is originally wary of bitty for a lot of reasons but a big one is that bitty is openly gay and cute and thus firmly jeopardizes dex’s ability to stay closeted/repress everything for his entire time in college. oh boy.

but of course, eventually he’s like y’know what fuck it whatever bitty’s cool i can do this

and as he gets to know bitty, it’s almost laughable how different they are, but dex eventually kind of internalizes the correlation between baking and being openly gay (for bitty) as a kind of... causation? like, maybe he can get more confident about himself if he embraces baking too. is this good logic? i actually have no idea dex is tired let him live

so anyway that’s what has him, only about a month into his first semester (listen everyone on the team is so goddamn supportive of bitty and dex sees how much he loves being here and!! he wants that too!!! so yes he gives up on the whole ‘repress’ thing very fast), poking his head into the kitchen when he hears bitty opening and closing the fridge in a pattern that means he’s getting out ingredients and asking if he wants help

bitty is all in favor of literally anything dex does that isn’t fighting with nursey and he’s also glad that dex is seeking him out, because come on bitty has heard from nursey about the adventure with the samwell republicans sticker and even though it’s gone now he can’t help being a little concerned?

so dex asking if he can help with the baking is good for both of them honestly

bitty immediately sets him to cutting up fruit and they talk a bit as they work but mostly it’s just kind of a comfortable quiet (not silence because bitty’s got some music playing, but quiet is different entirely)

bitty eventually finds out through some subtle comments on dex’s part that his family is absolutely rampant with toxic masculinity and homophobia and that for dex, literally baking in and of itself, not just slice and bake cookies but actually baking something from scratch and spending time in the kitchen willingly, is an act of rebellion

it’s a lot easier for dex to find out that bitty’s relationship with his parents is a tiny bit strained because he’s not out at home, because bitty talks about his mother so much that it’s easy to infer. sometimes he tells dex about something his father did that his mother told him about. he never seems to talk to his father though

so baking becomes a kind of... alliance, i guess? the two of them are united. bitty does have his suspicions about why, perhaps, dex is so keen on getting to know bitty in particular-- his comments about the homophobia in his family make bitty even more suspicious-- but he doesn’t say anything. that’s not for him to ask about.

(chowder and nursey know that dex bakes with bitty a lot. chowder is glad because it means the baked goods get produced faster and he’s also glad that dex is spending time with bitty because he always seems more relaxed afterwards and it really does help stop him and nursey from fighting. nursey is intrigued because he’d thought after taddy tour (and after the first couple weeks of their first year) that dex would avoid bitty like the plague. he’s curious enough to accept that maybe dex has hidden depths. that also helps with the fighting.)

when they go home for winter break, dex and bitty agree to contact each other if they need to vent or just talk to someone they can relax around. neither of them has any legit emergencies, but they do text a lot and call each other a few times. bitty sends a picture of a pie, dex responds with ‘god i wish it’s so weird not being in the kitchen all the time. my brother gives me weird looks’ and bitty immediately starts compiling recipes for them to make as soon as they’re back at samwell

dex fixes the oven for the first time of many and bitty is so thrilled that he just kind of throws his arms around dex, who freezes for a second before letting himself hug bitty too (honestly i don’t remember if this happens before or after winter break but either way. same thing applies)

and in spring semester dex becomes fully aware that he has a problem. which is that spending time in the kitchen has changed from a hope that it’ll help him feel able to be more open to just wanting to see bitty, and be around bitty, and hear bitty’s voice and the casual endearments he throws around like they’re nothing and the way he puts a tense hand on dex’s arm while they’re both watching the oven to see if it’s going to actually preheat, and his smile and compliments when dex does something right and the way he flicks water at dex right after he washes his hands to get him to laugh, and the way he slides on oven mitts with the same calm efficiency that he steps onto the ice for warmups and dex is fucked. okay?? he’s fucked. the whole reason he’d been wary of bitty in the beginning was because he was worried about falling for him and guess what??? he did

but at the same time, dex can’t make himself shove it down. he’s still not out at samwell, but he’s getting to a point where he feels like he might be comfortable with that. bitty is probably tied with chowder for being his closest friend. dex can’t find it in himself to push all of that away.

as for bitty, he’s gone from being pleasantly surprised that dex is a fairly quick learner in the kitchen to looking forward to baking with him. dex always relaxes when he’s there, and bitty is sure that dex doesn’t know this, but he’s beautiful when he’s not so goddamn stressed. but at the same time, bitty knows dex is Going Through It with regards to sexuality-- he’s gone from being suspicious that maybe dex isn’t straight to knowing it but still waiting for dex to say something himself. so he keeps those thoughts to himself but it’s nice to see dex smile. especially when bitty knows he caused that

also dex keeps fixing the oven over and over and bitty knows that dex bakes a lot too so like. he has selfish reasons to fix the oven? but dex will LEAP to fix the oven if something is wrong with it and when he figures it out he always gives bitty this relieved smile that bitty is finding makes him increasingly flustered.

in the midst of all of this, dex is consulting with the upperclassmen about the best kind of oven to get bitty for his birthday. it’s a little over a month away, but between jack, ransom, and dex, they’re probably going to be incredibly overprepared because it’s what they do

in early april, dex pushes a bowl of sliced cherries over to bitty and says, ‘i’m gay.’ and bitty leaves the cherries where they are and hugs dex as tightly as he can, because he knows how long it’s taken dex to be ready to say that and he knows that in not very long, they’re both going home to places where they don’t know if they can ever say that

they stand there like that for a while, and dex doesn’t cry, but he almost does, and that’s when he says, okay, let’s bake this pie. and bitty agrees. (when it’s cooled, they eat almost half of it themselves before telling anyone else there’s pie)

baking together feels just a tiny bit different after that. not bad-- not bad at all. just a bit different. dex coming out changes their dynamic a little, because it means bitty finally lets himself acknowledge that he’s kind of got a huge crush on him, and then bitty basically can’t stop the endearments from coming out of his mouth. he tries to keep it to things he also says to the rest of the team-- mostly ‘hon’ and such-- but dex catalogues every sweetheart that slips out, and he knows he blushes, and both of them can’t help but feel that they’re dancing around something

then bitty’s birthday arrives, and dex installs the oven as quickly as he can while still double- and triple-checking things, and he’s just standing up and packing his toolbox back up when bitty and nursey enter the kitchen, and dex can’t help but blush when bitty looks at him like he hung the moon

and then bitty hugs him and dex hugs him back so hard that bitty is lifted off of the ground, and the rest of the team looks at each other like are you seeing this too??? because literally none of them noticed anything except that dex likes baking almost as much as bitty does. nobody realized there might be another reason lol

and both of them, independently, think that this might be the moment. but then the moment passes, and then they’re taking finals and getting ready to go home for the summer, and dex and bitty make the same promise they did over winter break but there’s more of a sense of urgency about it.

at first, they call each other once a week, just to keep up. bitty learns dex has taken to hanging out with his high school sort of-girlfriend, who’s got super short hair now and introduces him to hayley kiyoko’s music, and his family probably thinks they’re dating again but mostly they just wander around when neither of them has work, or they hang out in each other’s rooms (with the doors open, because of household rules). in july, she whispers to dex about her girlfriend in new hampshire and dex, that night when both of them are at home, texts her about his... well, bitty. whatever he and bitty are to each other (he also shows her a picture of bitty and she’s like oh he’s cute and dex is like yeah he really is)

the first person dex sees when he gets back to campus that august is chowder, who’s on his way to the haus after walking with farmer to the volleyball house. they’d been on the same flight back and have spent the whole last week together, along with plenty of other visits and trips with each other over the whole summer, and dex’s whole chest aches with how much he wants that. and yeah, it’s different for chowder and farmer, who live an hour away from each other in california and can see each other basically whenever they want, but chowder talks about how much his sisters love farmer and how their families got together for the 4th of july and dex aches.

they get to the haus, and everyone who’s arrived has congregated in the kitchen, where bitty is making a strawberry rhubarb pie dex has made with him at least five times. it’s second nature to come into the kitchen and head straight for the counter. bitty passes him the filling ingredients without a word, but with a smile, and keeps going. (the rest of the team trade looks)

but dex feels daring. all that talking to chowder about farmer has made him envious. so later, when most of the team is in the living room chatting about their summers and bitty’s headed upstairs to plug his phone in, dex slips out of the living room, heads upstairs, and knocks on bitty’s door. and bitty opens it and puts a hand on dex’s arm almost automatically when he asks how his summer was, and maybe that’s why dex feels bold enough to say, ‘it was okay. but i missed you.’

and bitty smiles softly at him and says, ‘i missed you too.’

the next time they’re watching the oven to make sure it preheats-- the new oven is actually functional, so it’s more habit than anything-- dex feels bitty’s hand slip into his own, and he immediately looks at bitty, who’s determinedly looking at the oven, and squeezes his hand. and then bitty looks at him, and dex can’t help but smile

some headcanons:

dex is a master of identifying when someone is aiming to check bitty during a game and immediately just. getting in their way. he’s very obstinate

does dex enable bitty’s procrastibaking? more than he wants to. he’s fully aware when he gives in that he probably shouldn’t, but it’s very hard to keep bitty from doing something he wants to do

bitty always brings dex tea or hot chocolate or a snack if he’s studying or fighting with java in the computer lab. the other compsci majors are very jealous

bitty is also a great sounding board for dex when he’s trying to figure out how to solve problems. explaining the problem to someone who doesn’t know anything about coding is a time-honored tactic of programmers everywhere and bitty is always willing to listen

winter trips to murder stop ‘n shop inevitably result in bitty walking as close to dex as is physically possible. (’it’s COLD’ ‘sure it is’)

the kitchen becomes the place where people can automatically find both of them. they’re just there all the time

flannel stealing? flannel stealing. they always find their way back into dex’s possession soon enough, but not before bitty’s worn them enough that they smell like him

lardo gives her dibs to nursey because dex basically lives at the haus already anyway. he does still wind up converting the basement into another room though because he needs a place where he can get work done and any room that bitty’s in isn’t conducive to that. yes it still has a steam shower because dex is extra as fuck

with regard to fining the rest of the team, they absolutely have a good cop/bad cop routine worked out. who is which depends on the day

chowder: bitty’s officially gone mad with power. dex: yeah i kinda like it. chowder: keep it in your pants

#bittydex #omgcp #fun with rarepairs

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