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[duckymcdoorknob]

How your first sleepover with Genshin Men went

Fair warning, this is pure crack. No over-exaggerated fluff or cute stuff, just as real as sleeping beside another person can get!

Leave characters and ideas in the comments for part two !

Feat. Kaeya, Kaveh, Itto, Kazuha, and Diluc.

(Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five)

Taglist: @ticklish-n-stuff @elysianavenue @chrimsss @switch-writer @giggly-squiggily

You stared at your boyfriend lovingly as he cleaned up from the simple dinner date you had just shared. How lucky you were to have ended up with such a wonderful man like him… Lost in your own thoughts, you fail to miss the sudden pattering against the rooftop of his home.

He sighs and listens intently to the area outside before coming to a conclusion: it was way too heavily raining for you to go out there. When you blinked back to reality, you saw your lover knelt in front of you, wiping his hands with a towel.

“(Y/N), love, it’s really coming down out there… would you be okay to stay a little longer so it can calm down?”

“Hmm- what? What?-“ his words took a bit to process “I suppose…”

The rain failed to calm down, it only seemed to roar more severely. You sighed longingly as you looked out the window. You heard a gentle chuckle and felt a hand on your shoulder. “Follow me, let’s start getting ready for bed.”

You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean, follow you?”

“You’re my partner,” he answered. “There’s no way I’d ever let you sleep anywhere else than my bed.

You sighed and obeyed, completing as much of your nightly routine that you can (all while wearing pajamas that definitely aren’t yours). You settled into bed next to him, immediately being wrapped in his arms.

You settled with a smile, closing your eyes and cuddling close…

Kaeya: The Revolving Door

After a few short minutes of relaxation, you felt your boyfriend squirm beneath you. Within an instant, Kaeya had muttered something and gently slipped out of bed, carefully placing you on the fluffy mattress.

“What’s wrong, honey?” You asked, still fully alert.

“Bathroom light,” He answered as he stepped back toward the bed.

He settled back down, then after a little maneuvering, it was like he never left.

You both closed your eyes once more, attempting to rest.

Fifteen minutes later, you were about to fall completely asleep. That is, until you felt yourself being moved again.

Your lover ever so carefully moved you off of him, retreating to the restroom once more. You groaned and opened your eyes. “Kaeya?”

“I fr-go- bru-h- eef-“ the distorted response was undoubtedly from a toothbrush in his mouth.. you couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at him as you waited for him to return.

And as he had done previously, Kaeya returned to bed and settled down with a content sigh.

Perfect, now the two of you can-

“Wait,” your boyfriend groaned. “Light.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Go.”

Finally, the light was off, and Kaeya was in bed. You curled up against his chest and sighed with a smile. “Goodnight, love, ” you hummed as you closed your eyes.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he replied, kissing your forehead.

After two minutes, you felt Kaeya squirming again. Though, he didn’t move a muscle, despite the uncontrollable squirming.

“…Darling?” he asked softly.

Barbatos give you strength…

“Yes, my love?”

“I gotta pee.”

Kaveh: The Acrobat

The room was silent, albeit the gentle hum of a ceiling fan. You felt your consciousness leaving you slowly, and you were close to falling asleep…

Until you were accidentally smacked across the forehead by his hand.

While you were upset from being woken up, you couldn’t help but chuckle as you picked up his wrist to move it from your forehead. You planted a gentle kiss on the back of his hand and placed it down on your cheek.

You could’ve sworn you saw Kaveh’s lips curl upward at the gentle kiss, but it was short lived as he suddenly flipped over onto his other side.

You smacked face-down onto the mattress, barely registering what had happened. You groaned and slowly picked yourself up, rubbing your sore nose. When your eyes landed on the unmoving body of your boyfriend, you rolled your eyes and turned away from him.

You figured there was no sense in attempting to cuddle with him when he was moving so much. You closed your eyes and attempted to fall back asleep. After about five minutes, your eyes got very heavy, and you were near falling asleep.

However, sudden rustling from the other side of the bed made you alert. Before you could register what had happened, you were being pulled back into Kaveh’s arms.

You squeaked but ultimately relaxed, turning around to kiss him on his lips. You both smiled and you rested your head in the crook of his neck.

Finally the two of you were almost both asleep. You could barely keep your eyes open, and were seconds away from falling a totally asleep.

And then, it happened.

And boy did it happen suddenly.

Within seconds, you landed smack-dab on the hardwood floor, having been accidentally kicked in the back.

“AGH- KAVEH!” You yelped, rubbing your sore bottom.

Your boyfriend awoke with a start, looking around frantically. “Honey?! Where are you, what’s the matter?”

You groaned and clawed your way back on the bed, “Nothing… Nothing is the matter,” you replied curtly.

“A-Are you sure? Why were you on the f-“

“I am ten seconds away from taping your limbs to this bed, that’s why,” you spat. You sighed and fell forward onto his chest, wrapping your arms around him. “If you kick me off the bed again, I’m sleeping on the couch, capische?”

Kaveh only nodded fearfully as he kissed the top of your head.

Itto: The Loose Cannon

You sure did love your darling boyfriend. Life with him was never dull, and nights were… well, interesting to stay the least. He would always get so much more energized during the night, simply bouncing off of the walls.

Well, tonight marked your first sleepover, so he opted for eating spicy ramen with you and watching movies. Halfway through the film, your boyfriend excused himself to the restroom, proudly announcing that he had a battle to fight.

You rolled your eyes. You couldn’t help but smile at the stupid codeword.

By the time he returned, the movie was done, and you were drifting off on the couch. Your eyes flutter open as you smile at him. “Everything come out okay?” You teased.

Itto merely laughed, scooping you up. “Yeah, yeah. It’s beddy time now. Now, come on! Let this big strong oni keep you company!”

You allowed Itto to carry you to his bed, wrapping your arms around him. And that is how you ended up where you are now… caged in his giant arms as he squirms uncomfortably behind you.

��Itto…?” you asked softly. “Is everything-“

“Yeah! Yeah I’m great… just uh…” he trailed off. “Nope! I’m good!”

You sigh, back settling down against his chest, you felt him squirming still, frowning gently. Well, you had to trust your boyfriend. If he said he was okay, you had to believe that-

Your chain of thoughts was interrupted by an almost cartoony-sounding toot echoing in the room. Your eyes snap open, and you push away from your boyfriend, looking at him with disbelief. “Did you-“

“No!”

You begin to giggle. “Oh gods- okay-“ You chuckled despite the smell now filling your nose. Once it subsided, you returned to his arms with a sigh. “Feeling better now?”

Itto nodded against your head, planting a gentle kiss too. He returned to lying comfortably, his own eyes closing along with yours. The two of you are almost asleep when you hear the noise again…

“Itto!” you whined, scooting away from him. “Not again!”

“I’m sorry! It was that ramen, I swear!” The oni whined.

“Well try harder!”

“I can’t help it!”

You groaned loudly and rolled your eyes before returning to cuddle him again. You sighed, damn near falling asleep.

And yet again, that pungent smell filled your nostrils…

“Oh my gods- ITTO!” You yelped, turning away and pinching your nose. “Stoppit!”

Before he could reply, he stood up quickly from the bed, retreating to the bathroom with a hasty shut of the door.

It’s been twenty minutes… no signs of organic life from the bathroom.

You sigh and roll over.

Kazuha: The Apologist

Kazuha led you to his bedroom by your hand, gesturing for you to get comfortable. You obliged immediately, snuggling into the soft sheets. When you looked back at him, he looked sheepish. “Are you okay, dove? I can sleep on the couch if it’s too awkward-“

“No, no! I apologize… I didn’t intend to make you think something was wrong, I’m just-“ he sighed, looking away. “Do you think… would you be willing to hold onto me as I typically do you?”

You smiled at him softly, holding your arms out. Your lover smiled back at you and instantly settled down in your arms. He sighed in satisfaction as he felt your arms cage around him. As his body relaxed—and boy did it do so fast—a soft ‘oof’ left you. Kazuha immediately lifted his head. “I’m sorry, love. Did I startle you?”

You chuckled again. “No, Kaz’. Just wasn’t expecting it.” You gently rubbed soothing circles on his back, and you felt all of his worries melt away.

Things were going well. The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful. You felt yourself growing tired, but you were soon interrupted by Kazuha reaching up to itch his nose. “M’sorry,” he murmured.

“No need to apologize, my dear…” you gently kissed the top of his head.

More peaceful minutes passed until his leg randomly spasmed, causing you to startle again. “I-I’m sor-“

“Kazuha, honey,” you soothed, “it’s okay. You don’t need to keep apologizing for things you can’t control.”

“Okay, I’m so-“

You gently poked his side to state your point. He startled with a small squeak. Afterward, you gently ran your fingers through his hair, removing it from the ponytail and untangling it. He hummed in satisfaction, relaxing into your arms once more and closing his eyes.

It was a wonderful experience. Your lover finally passed out in your arms and slept for a good hour. As you eventually felt yourself growing more tired, you were startled awake when Kazuha shook violently in your arms with a gasp. He woke up panting, throwing his arms around your neck.

You sat up immediately, coddling him. Your hand returned to his back as you whispered in his ear. “It’s okay, love… I’m right here… I’m here…”

He trembled in your arms, holding you impossibly closer. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he repeated, his voice shaking.

“Hey, hey… sweetheart it’s nothing to apologize about. I’ve got you,” you gently hummed, kissing the top of his head. “I’m right here.”

“These nightmares still plague me… I’m so sorry (Y/N)… I must’ve frightened you.”

“I’m okay, love,” you reassured him.

Kazuha hesitantly settled back in your arms, feeling utterly blissful from the gentle rubbing on his back. He slumped down against you once more, sighing gently as his breaths gently puffed against your neck.

After a while, you both were absolutely exhausted. Kazuha was the one who was still awake as you finally drifted off to sleep. He lay peacefully, listening to your heartbeat slow and slow.

As he was about to fall asleep… his tummy growled loudly, waking you immediately.

“I’m sorry…”

Diluc: The Furnace

You smiled as you felt Diluc’s strong arms cage around you. His hand immediately found refuge in your hair, gently scratching your scalp and sending chills down your spine.

He continued his actions for a while, and you seemed to in a blissful daze. Little hums of satisfaction left you as well as tiny gasps every so often. Your lover merely grinned, taking solace in knowing he was making you feel relaxed.

You were close to falling asleep when you suddenly felt extremely warm. You start gently panting as you swallow a few times.

“Love? Are you alright?” He asked you in a concerned voice, sitting up.

“Yes, of course,” you hummed in response. You reach over him onto the night stand, grabbing the water he always kept there and positively chugging it. “I think I was just a bit thirsty.”

Diluc chuckled as you lay back down. His hand found itself rubbing gentle circles on your back, the warmth traveling from your shoulders down to your hips. It was soothing, and his hand was wonderfully warm.

After a while, he got the idea to press his hand against your bare skin, having snaked it under the large shirt he had given you.

You shivered from the sudden change in temperature, but Diluc continued anyways. He looked down on you lovingly as he saw you relaxing in his hold.

Your lover let his head fall back against the pillow, and he gently closed his eyes. He was near falling asleep when he felt you peel yourself away to grab more of the water.

“(Y/N)?”

You sigh between gulps of water, almost like a toddler drinking some after being outside all day. You put the cup down with a sigh before slumping back on him. “Archons, I must just be dehydrated. Nothing more,” you quickly reassured him.

You settled back into his arms, exhaling as you felt heat engulf your body again. You narrow your eyes in confusion and annoyance.

What could be wrong?

You were watered, fed, and calm. What could possibly be-

As Diluc’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you impossibly closer, it dawned on you: Diluc ran warm.

You tried to ignore it, but the temperature continued to overwhelm you. You gently pushed away from your lover, hoping to get a second of relief from the blistering heat.

Your boyfriend opened his eyes and frowned, noticing your movements. “Darling?” His voice was laced with concerned as his palm traveled up and down your torso. “You’re drenched in sweat, is everything okay?”

You closed your eyes and exhaled. “Just peachy.”

“Are you sure?”

You sighed. “You’re very warm.”

He chuckled, allowing you to crawl out of his arms. When you settled down to his right, his left came out to interlock your pinkies.

Despite just being denied the gift of cuddling you in his arms, Diluc still insisted for you two to be touching…

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[hchollym]

I have a question about Fleur. You and a lot of other people act like she is this unfairly victimized character, but if I remember correctly, wasn't she really rude in canon?

It seems like you're genuinely asking and not just bashing the character, so I'll give you an honest answer.

I feel like Fleur tends to be treated by her stans in a similar way that Percy is (see this post). She's an interesting character because she is flawed, but then antis will go so far overboard with criticism that it causes a knee-jerk reaction to just say, "You know what? Forget it. She's perfect."

She has a lot of great qualities that are often overlooked. She is brave, fiercely loyal to the people she loves, and willing to forgive others (such as Molly & Ginny).

She's also more relatable than people tend to realize. Yes, she's this gorgeous part veela character, but some of her experiences are pretty consistent with any other person on the planet.

For example, look at this scene from Book 4 after the Second Task:

“Fleur Delacour, though she demonstrated excellent use of the Bubble-Head Charm, was attacked by grindylows as she approached her goal, and failed to retrieve her hostage. We award her twenty-five points.” Applause from the stands. “I deserved zero,” said Fleur throatily, shaking her magnificent head.

Most of us have felt self-critical and disappointed in ourselves at one point or another.

In that same book, it's clear that Fleur has a crush on Cedric & is constantly trying to flirt with him, yet when she asks him to the Yule Ball, he turns her down to go with Cho instead.

Again, most of us know what rejection feels like, so we can see ourselves in that situation.

Is Fleur flawed as well? Of course. Everyone is.

She can definitely be arrogant and rude:

“She looked at me like I was a sea slug or something. Didn’t even answer..."

&

Meanwhile Fleur Delacour was criticizing the Hogwarts decorations to Roger Davies. “Zis is nothing,” she said dismissively, looking around at the sparkling walls of the Great Hall. “At ze Palace of Beauxbatons, we ’ave ice sculptures all around ze dining chamber at Chreestmas. Zey do not melt, of course . . . zey are like ’uge statues of diamond, glittering around ze place. And ze food is seemply superb. And we ’ave choirs of wood nymphs, ’oo serenade us as we eat. We ’ave none of zis ugly armor in ze ’alls, and eef a poltergeist ever entaired into Beauxbatons, ’e would be expelled like zat.” She slapped her hand onto the table impatiently.

&

'No, no, silly boy,’ said Fleur with a tinkling laugh, ‘I mean next summer, when we – but do you not know?’ Her great blue eyes widened and she looked reproachfully at Mrs Weasley, who said, ‘We hadn’t got around to telling him yet.’ Fleur turned back to Harry, swinging her silvery sheet of hair so that it whipped Mrs Weasley across the face. ‘Bill and I are going to be married!’

&

‘She ’as let ’erself go, zat Tonks,’ mused Fleur, examining her own stunning reflection in the back of a teaspoon. ‘A big mistake, if you ask –’

&

Celestina ended her song on a very long, high-pitched note and loud applause issued out of the wireless, which Mrs Weasley joined in with enthusiastically. ‘Eez eet over?’ said Fleur loudly. ‘Thank goodness, what an ’orrible –’

&

‘Yes, isn’t it?’ said Ron. ‘Gravy, Fleur?’ In his eagerness to help her, he knocked the gravy boat flying; Bill waved his wand and the gravy soared up in the air and returned meekly to the boat. ‘You are as bad as zat Tonks,’ said Fleur to Ron, when she had finished kissing Bill in thanks. ‘She is always knocking –’

So clearly, Fleur is not perfect, but one of the major problems is that JKR seems to constantly exaggerate secondary female character's flaws (like Fleur, Lavender, Parvati, etc.) to fit in with the negative stereotype of feminine women.

Plus, it's very frustrating that Fleur is the only female competitor in the Triwizard Tournament, and yet she consistently does worse than her male counterparts on each task. That's misogyny and absolute BS on JKR's part.

So to summarize, Fleur fans do tend to be very protective of her (to the point of erasing her flaws), but it's a direct result/backlash of fandom's/society's opinion on the worth of feminine women.

Thanks for the ask! 😊

[15ktherapy]

I need u all to know anytime I hear the phrase “gayboy” my first thought is immediately the slab. second is pause. who is the one calling eefs the gayboy. outta my way gayboy I’m bout to get it dies immediately outta my way gayboy I’m about to ascend to the next level dies immediately it makes perfect sense because he’s the one who always runs out first anyway. MOVE GAY NERD IM ABOUT TO GET IT immediately gets pwnd and falls over like a fish

[emmahasnoideawhatshesdoing]

he’s so fucking pretty and for what reason?

to kill me???

[theclockworkmonk]

Out of the Mouths of Babes — Chapter 3

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Written for Hinny Ficfest 2021 (I know it's unacceptable I'm still working on this, but I got distracted by other prompts)

Prompt: “Uncle Ron said something about Harry knocking Ginny up, but I don’t know what he means,” Teddy said.

******

Harry and Ginny landed on the path leading up through the Burrow's garden, and they were already feeling more at home than they even felt in their own flat. They approached the door to the kitchen smiling and holding hands, but before Ginny could reach the doorknob, the door flew open and the fast, blurry form of her mother tackled her into a crushing hug that knocked the wind out of Ginny.

"Oh my girl!" Molly Weasley sobbed into her daughter's shoulder. "My dear little girl!"

"Mum!" Ginny gasped weakly, swatting her mother's back as she started to feel light headed. "Mum! Air!"

Molly finally released her and Ginny took a gasping breath.

"Is something wrong, Mrs. Weasley?" Harry asked quickly, his expression quickly becoming focused and alert.

"Yeah, is there another Dark Lord already? Bloody hell," said Ginny, rubbing her crushed ribs.

"Oh no, no, it's nothing," Molly sniffed, waving dismissively with one hand and wiping tears away from her eyes with the other. "I'm just so happy to see you both, it's been weeks."

"It's been exactly three weeks for Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, and one week for me," Harry pointed out. He had never seen her react so fiercely, even when seeing her children for the first time after being away at school for a year."

"Oh you know me, just being silly," chuckled Molly. "Come on in, dinner is almost ready."

The three of them entered the kitchen, and Harry reflexively reached for his wand as his fledgling Auror senses kicked in. The atmosphere in the room was nearly identical to what he had felt in interrogation rooms. Every man in the room was looking either angry or nervous, with the exception of George, who was biting his knuckle and looking like he was trying not to laugh. He tried to meet Ron's eyes, but his best friend was too distracted by his mother's famous scones. Hermione greeted him with a grateful smile, and Harry got the impression that she had noticed it too. She was the only one who hadn't touched her firewhiskey, tapping the glass with her finger nervously.

After fidgeting for a few seconds, Percy shot up out of his seat, looking too antsy to keep still, and approached the newcomers with two glasses of firewhiskey in his hands. "Er...care for a drink?"

"...Sure," said Harry cautiously, "Thanks." He took the glass offered to him.

Ginny assumed the other glass was for her, and her hand moved an inch to take it, but before she could, Percy turned away and kept it for himself, taking the largest gulp that Ginny had ever seen him take.

Ginny huffed and pursed her lips. Apparently, after bloody everything, her brothers still saw her as just a kid, to the point where it didn't even occur to them that maybe she wanted a stiff drink too. She was just about to let them all know exactly what she thought of that, when the second frantic mother in as many minutes accosted her.

"Ginny!" cried Fleur loudly as she entered from the sitting room, holding Victoire in her arms, presumably after feeding the baby upstairs. Fleur made a beeline for Ginny and tackled her into a one-armed hug, then planted two hard kisses on either of her cheeks.

"Er….nice to see you too," said Ginny uncomfortably, her face turning red. Ginny and Fleur had gotten friendlier since the war ended, but this level of affection was certainly unheard of.

"You are beautiful, Ginevra," said Fleur with a beaming smile, "Radiant! Come, I 'ave somezing upstairs I need your 'elp with."

"Fleur…" said Bill, his voice laced with warning.

"I just need 'elp wiz ze packing," she said dismissively, handing her daughter to her husband. Before Ginny could express displeasure at being roped into work before she could say a word to her family, Fleur had taken her by the hand and begun leading her up the stairs. They stopped at Bill and Charlie's old bedroom, which by now was more of a storage space to shove things the family didn't have a space for. When Fleur opened the door, Ginny saw the old beds covered in several wardrobes worth of colorful, expensive-looking outfits. Ginny recognized them as Fleur's maternity clothes.

"I am finally getting to packing away all of zis," Fleur explained, pointing towards several open cardboard boxes. "Ze sorting should go faster with ze two of us."

"Okay," said Ginny uncertainly, "Why now? And do you want me specifically?"

"Oh, well," Fleur shrugged, "Eet just seemed the right time, zey 'ave been sitting up here for ages. And I am letting Bill spend time with his brozzers, and your maman….well, it is best if ze two of us avoid zis topic, or she will be lamenting zat I will not be putting all zis to use again soon enough."

"Ugh, I know," Ginny groaned. "She really has been smothering you, hasn't she?"

That was enough to make Ginny sympathize with her sister-in-law, and she set to work sorting, folding, and packing away the absurd mountain of clothes. Of course Fleur had to invest in a whole new wardrobe for just a few months, all from the same high-end French designers she got all her clothes from.

Ginny chuckled and shook her head.

"What is funny?" asked Fleur.

"It's just...maternity clothes are supposed to be frumpy, right? But even your maternity clothes are more glamorous and sexy than what I wear normally," Ginny laughed.

"Oh. Well…" Fleur said in a sing-song voice, "Eef you see anyzing zat you liiiike…."

"I don't think it would make much difference if they sat in my closet for several years instead of yours," laughed Ginny. "Hermione's the one who's already engaged, she's probably the one who will need these next."

There was a beat of silence, so Ginny looked up from the clothes she was folding towards Fleur, and was surprised to see the other woman looking at her with sadness and disappointment, chewing her painted lip with worry.

"Ginny…" Fleur said softly, gently squeezing Ginny's shoulder. "I like to zink zat we 'ave become closer zese last few years. I 'ope zat we can trust one anozzer. We can tell each ozzer zings and know zat eet will stay between us."

Ginny blinked at Fleur silently. "Er...thanks, Fleur, that...means a lot."

Fleur smiled again, but was still looking at Ginny expectantly, like she expected her to say something equally earnest, and the younger witch was growing more uncomfortable.

"Well, uh, anyway, I don't want to sound like my mum, but it is kind of surprising you're packing these away," Ginny said forcefully, trying to change the subject as she turned back to the clothes. "I never figured you and Bill would stop at one. I always pictured you having a whole proper Weasley litter. If nothing else, you need to have more just so that Vic isn't the only grandchild anymore, so she's not doted to death by my mum."

"Oh, zere is plenty of time for more children for us in years to come," said Fleur, waving her hand, "...and as for Victoire being ze only grandchild," she elbowed Ginny in the ribs playfully, "a leetle bird told me zat she will not 'ave zat title for long."

Ginny jerked so violently she nearly ripped the expensive blouse she was holding, spinning to face Fleur with her eyes wide and her mouth gaping. She saw that mischievous glint in Fleur's eye that she alway got when she had a piece of family gossip.

"WHAT!?" Ginny shrieked. "Who — how do you know—"

"Shhh," Fleur placed a finger against Ginny's lips. "Zere is no need to say anyzing." She gave the confused girl a cheeky wink and continued with the clothes as if she hadn't just dropped a world-shattering bomb on her poor sister-in-law. Ginny's heart was pounding and her mind was racing, which Fleur was no doubt aware of and was thoroughly enjoying having a piece of gossip that Ginny was desperate for.

But Ginny wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of begging for it. It couldn't be that hard to figure out who Fleur was talking about.

Percy hadn't had a single date since the war ended, as far as Ginny knew. He was still beating himself up for abandoning the family to think he deserved anything good in his life.

George had been spending a lot of time with Angelina lately, but they weren't even officially together yet. And if they had that kind of accident, Fleur wouldn't be the first in the family to know about it. George might have gone to Bill for advice, but Bill would take that seriously enough to not share it with anyone, even his wife.

Charlie couldn't have kids since the incident with the angry Ukrainian Ironbelly.

But that would only leave…

Ginny gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. It all made sense now. Ron suddenly talking about leaving the Aurors just to work in the joke shop. That completely clashed with the Ron she knew, who hated being put on the sidelines while others were in danger, and who hated being in the twins' shadow even more…

But it made perfect sense if he needed a less dangerous job with more stable hours. Something one would want if they were expecting a baby.

Fleur looked regretful about pushing Ginny's buttons, and put a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"I did not mean to upset you, Ginny," she said softly, "forget I said anyzing."

Ginny idly nodded, but knew that she could never "forget" something like this.

Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age, one of Ginny's best friends, was pregnant.

[astxroiid]

What It’s Like

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Fandom: YouTube

Pairing: Ethan Nestor x Reader

Word Count: 1,623

Warnings: a short moment of angst, crying,

Summary: Y/N invites Ethan, her roommate, to come play Mario Kart and eat takeout with her after his Twitch stream.

Author’s Note: This is just a quick little thing I thought about the last night! Am I procrastinating to keep from writing those series? Yes. Yes I am. [thank you @soft-haas16 for proof reading and giving me feedback! Ur the best <3]

Tags: @bigdickdaddysatan , @staxryskxes , @soft-haas16 , @cas-loves-pizza

Masterlist // Read Before Requesting

(GIF NOT MINE)

Ethan sat in his gaming chair in front of his monitors spinning side to side as he read the chat that was gliding up one of his screens.

“Spidie-cents, thank you for the bits!” He calls, eyes still following the words coming in.

He’d had an average day, nothing too outstanding and interesting about it. So why not spice things up with a surprise stream?

“When am I playing Among Us again? I don’t know. Hopefully sometime soon. I’ve been trying to get a lobby going with Seán, Corpse, Chris, and the rest of the usual bunch.”

He takes a sip of his water and checks his phone real quick. Nothing. He sighs and sets it back on the table, looking up at the chat.

“Are me and Y/N dating?” 

Ethan becomes visibly uncomfortable at the question. “Uh, no. We just live together. Not dating.”

Chat goes wild, teasing him and asking a thousand more questions.

Ethan struggles with reading while the chat is going so fast. Only making out different ship names and heart emotes.

“Guys. Guys. Calm down. I can’t read chat.”

There’s a soft knock on his recording room door. “Yeah?” Ethan calls out. You step in, looking slightly shy and nervous. The stream can’t see you, which your thankful for. But they can see the way Ethan is looking at you. Smiling with loving eyes and excitement running through him.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Oh, am I interrupting?” You ask, concerned.

“Oh. No, your fine. What do you need?” He reassures

“Well, I was gonna see if - when your stream ends - you would want to come play some Mario Kart with me? And maybe order some takeout?” You’re fidgeting with your hands, trying to maintain eye contact.

Ethan smiles warmly and nods enthusiastically. “Yes! Totally. I’m ending my stream in about an hour,” he checks his phone for the time, “is that okay?”

You grin. “It’s perfect. Thank you. I can’t wait.”

Ethan expresses the same feelings before you both say goodbye and you leave the room, giddily preparing to order food.

✩ ✩ ✩

Ethan comes downstairs after his stream, excited for a game night with you.

You’re sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone. You’re wearing a pair of dark grey sweatpants that you might or might not have stolen from Ethan, a black spaghetti strap shirt, and a silver chain necklace Ethan had gotten you for your birthday last year.

He smiles at the memory of you opening the box he’d been holding behind his back, gasping and giggling and completely at a loss for words.

You struggled for a few minutes trying to find a way and thank him for such a beautiful piece of jewelry.

You look up from your phone and smile wide. “Hey,” you greet, “whatcha smiling about?”

Ethan looks into your eyes. “Nothing, just thinking about your birthday present I got you.”

You absentmindedly reach for the chain resting on your chest and play with it, smiling.

“Thank you, again.”

He shakes his head, grinning, and saunters over to the couch. Ethan flops down beside you, placing his arm behind your shoulders on the back of the couch.

He slides down slightly, spreading his knees and rubbing a thumb on your shoulder bone opposite him.

Chills cover your body at every little gesture Ethan does. Especially the way his arm is around you and his thigh is pressed flat against yours. Your cheeks heat up and you pretend to focus on your phone.

“U-uh the food should be here soon. In ten minutes maybe,” you look over at Ethan.

He looks back at you, a goofy smile on his face. “Nice,” he squeezes your body against his with his arm and rests the side of his head on top of yours.

You start to get ready for a round of Mario Kart, choosing your characters and load outs and then moving on to which cup you should play.

“What cup do you wanna play?” You look over to Ethan.

“Well, I believe there’s only one good answer - the greatest cup out of the entire game.”

“The Star Cup.”

“The Bell Cup.”

You both blurt at the same time.

“What?” You ask incredulously.

“Star Cup?!” Ethan looks at you, shocked.

“What do you mean ‘Star Cup’? It’s the best one! It’s got Dolphin Shoals - which is hands down the best map in the game, Mount Wario, and Sunshine Airport. That’s the big three all in one cup!” You flop your hand to your thighs for dramatic effect.

“No. No. No. No. See, I hate to break it to you - but that’s where you’re wrong.”

You raise a questioning eyebrow and cross your arms over your chest.

“The best map on the game is Wild Woods, but the rest of the maps on the Crossing Cup suck. So that leaves Ribbon Road, Super Bell Subway, and Big Blue which are a trifecta of greatness.”

You shake your head. Before you can retort - there’s a knock on the door. The food has arrived. You thank the delivery person and grab the food, taking it to the living room and sorting out your’s and Ethan’s food.

“At least we can agree that Bowser’s Castle is the absolute worst,” you say, setting Ethan’s box in front of him. He nods his head, agreeing.

“Yes. Definitely.”

You both decide on Ethan’s Bell Cup first, eating your food and goofing the whole time.

✩ ✩ ✩

Halfway through the night Ethan realizes that he’s losing. In a desperate attempt to redeem himself; he snakes an arm around you and begins to tickle your side.

You jolt upward, almost throwing your controller while trying to fight him off.

“E-Ethan!” You cackle. “St-op!”

While you’re distracted, Ethan manages to send a blue shell your way and slowly crawl his way up to first.

You press the pause button and catch your breath. You both set your controllers on the coffee table and look at each other.

You’re panting and smiling at the goofy man next to you. “That... was so... unfair,” you accuse breathlessly.

“You never told me to play fair,” Ethan states like the five year old he is, smiling like a dork.

You roll your eyes and get up to throw your box of food away. Before you can get to it, there’s a hand gently in yours, pulling you towards him.

You crash into Ethan’s lap, giggling. “Lemme put my food in the trash,” you look up at him.

“In a minute,” Ethan looks down at you, pulling you closer to his chest - hugging you. You bury your face into his shirt, inhaling his scent. Your body relaxes into him and you smile to yourself.

This is all you could ever want in life. You and Ethan, holding each other, at peace. Then reality sets in. And you realize that you couldn’t be truly happy like this. Just friends.

All this is - is one friend holding another friend. And that’s all it’ll ever be. No ‘I love You’s. No kisses. No holding each other in bed every night. Just friends being friends.

You feel tears welling in your eyes and you try and hold them back but before you can Ethan pulls back to look at your face, smiling.

His face falls at the sight of yours, being replaced by fear and concern.

“Hey. Hey, what’s wrong? Did I do something?” He grabs your face, looking into your eyes.

A tear slips down your cheek and you shake you head but Ethan knows better. “No. Talk to me. What’s wrong?” He asks again.

You take a deep breath and move his hands from your face. “I—” you start but decide against it. Having no idea how to tell him. And do you really want to ruin your friendship?

Ethan’s eyes plead with you and there’s no way you can refuse him.

“It’s just,” you take a deep breath. “I don’t think I can do this,” you admit gently.

“Do what?” Ethan asks, concerned.

“Be just friends with you. It hurts too much to keep going,” another tear slips out. “I see you every day and I’m filled with this overwhelming sense of loss. And the pain in my chest everytime you look at me is so overbearing and I can’t keep putting myself through this every single day,” you look away from him, closing your eyes tight.

“Especially when I know you don’t feel the same. That’s the worst part about it, Eef. Knowing you’ll never feel the same,” you collapse into his chest, crying.

Ethan places a hand on your back, moving the other to the base of your skull and kisses the top you your head.

“Hey,” he says, softly. “Look at me.”

You look into his eyes, your own red and puffy.

“Who said I’d never feel the same?”

“What?” Your face contorts in confusion.

“Y/N, I’ve felt that exact way about you for so long. You have no idea...”

Your heart melts and you smile. “Really?” You wipe a tear from your cheek.

Ethan uses his thumb to wipe away your other tears and smiles. “Yes. Really.”

He slowly starts to lean in and you grin. “I think I do have an idea of what it was like.”

Your lips connect and move together in a sweet dance of love and tender longing.

You pull away and giggle, pressing your forehead against his.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to the side, laying with him on the couch. You kiss him for longer this time with more intent.

“Can I go throw away my food now?” You almost whisper.

“As long as you take mine with you.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Ty guys for reading! And for 300 followers!! Ahh words can’t express how thankful I am for you guys <3333!

[shelsgovroomvroom]

i am utterly in love with your writing omg

could you expand on overstimulated eef (like in your exhibition headcanons lol) like all beggy and breathy ugh - 🍄 :DDD

Okay yes you’re right this needs to be talked about more.

I hope you enjoy 🖤🖤

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You don’t overstimulate Ethan a lot because he’s actaully really sensitive. He gets overstimulated really quickly and he’s not often in the headspace where he wants that feeling.

But maybe he asks for it? Well not for that specifically, but he’s feeling so restless and he asks you to please just make him completely worn out. Of course overstimulation will do the trick.

The first time he cums, it’s by humping your leg while you choke him. You know it’s the perfect ammount of humiliation to drive him insane, couple it with choking and he’s a complete goner.

Then, you’re quick to push him back onto to the bed and he fucking loves when you manhandle him like that. Of course he knows it’s far from over, but he’s also a little confused as to why you let him cum so soon.

He finds out why very quickly when you take him in your hand and start stroking him again. Instantly his back arches against the bed and he lets out a high whine, he’s overstimulated already. Just that and he’s done.

Except you’re not done. You ride him until he cums again and then keep writing him until you’ve cum. By the time it’s all done, he’s a complete mess.

He flinches at even the slightest touch and whines when you wipe the dried cum off his stomach. The moment you lay down on the bed, he moves to lay on top of you.

Later, he’ll say thank you because that was just what he needed. But for now he’s gonna lay there with you and try to get his breath back.

[skiller0dani]

As You Go | Ethan Nestor

M A S T E R L I S T YouTube Masterlist

angsty smut requests info 

I’ve always had a thing for Ethan. So I decided to incorporate him, hope you guys like it! If there are any other YouTubers you want me to write about lmk! I promise I’m going to start chipping away at my requests, I love you all. I had to get this out of my system, because this song (and this one too) hella inspired me to write a piece based on it. also this gif is doing things to me. look at Ethan. his chest, his legs, his arms, his e v e r y t h i n g.

also I kept the smut short bc I’m not sure how people will respond to it, if you guys like it I’ll write more (much longer) Ethan smut. 

Mark promised to give Ethan the space he needed, but he just couldn’t help reaching out. While what happened wasn’t necessarily Mark’s fault, Ethan’s anger was being directed at both you and Mark. The guilt that had made a home in Mark’s chest was enough to cripple him, and he was borderline desperate for Ethan’s forgiveness. He texted, he called, he even emailed Ethan. Despite Amy advising Mark to give Ethan the space he desperately needed, he just couldn’t. In reality, it truly wasn’t Mark’s fault- but he still feels responsible for what you did that night. Ethan had shut himself in his house, and Mark hadn’t heard from him in nearly a week. It was killing him. It was just a mistake, it didn’t mean anything. At least it sure as hell didn’t mean anything to Mark, how could Ethan believe Mark wanted it? He has Amy- he loves Amy. 

“I have to go see him.” Mark says decisively as he reaches for his car keys. But Amy reaches for them first. 

“He doesn’t want to see you.” The truth of it stings, it causes Mark to flinch. 

“I don’t care, he only knows what he saw.” Mark snaps, the pain from the memory flooding back in. 

“And what he saw traumatized him Mark, you need to give him time. He’ll come around. I told Y/N the same thing.” Amy explains, a firm look in her eyes. Mark felt emotion swell in his throat as tears misted in his eyes. “Think about how he must be feeling, he trusted the two of you more than anyone else. Ethan was never worried about leaving you and Y/N alone and then-” 

“She kissed me!” Mark cried desperately, leaning against the kitchen counter. “He has to know that and I don’t think he does.” Amy feels for Mark, she does. She knows it wasn’t his fault, but it still hurts. It’s the pain that leads Amy to protect Ethan above everyone else. The pain he must be feeling right now, Amy tears up thinking about how hurt he must be. She turns, “just leave him alone. Let him come to you.” She then saunters off, keys in hand. The last thing he needs is Mark at his doorstep. 

Ethan sits curled on the couch, his knees brought up to his chest. He has so many questions, and he’s too damn afraid to find out the answers. How long has that been going on? How long have you been into Mark? Was your entire relationship a lie? Were you just trying to get closer to Mark? Why didn’t Mark tell him? He should have seen it coming, why would anyone choose him when he’s friends with Mark? Pretending to love him gave you the perfect opportunity to get closer to Mark. The numbness of this entire week is what Ethan was the most surprised by, he expected to cry, to scream, to break everything in sight. But he didn’t- he sat and he did nothing. Said nothing. Went nowhere, he barely even ate. 

Everything about that night replays in Ethan’s mind. It was a late shooting for Unus Annus, and you’d usually tagged along. That never bothered Ethan before. It should have. 

You had participated in a drinking video for Unus Annus, since Mark couldn’t drink. You didn’t want Ethan to be drunk alone, and that’s how you found yourself in the predicament you were in now. You were in Mark and Amy’s spare bedroom, the room swaying slightly. The headache you’d had earlier was slowly ebbing away, the alcohol and the dark room helping. The door opened, someone had said they’d bring you some Advil. Through the darkness you slid your hands onto Ethan’s shoulders, he said nothing but you felt him stiffen as you did so. You giggled drunkenly when you felt him try to pry your hands off him. Why was he being so shy? 

“Eef c’mon,” You sighed as you pressed your body against his. You wound your hands through his dark hair, and he only pulled away further. “Uh- I-I’m, well I’m not-” He was stammering, normally you never caught him so off-guard with your affection. His hands were firmly on your waist, and you could have sworn he was trying to push you away. Your brain felt hazy as you leaned into him, your lips planting firmly on his. He went completely stiff, what’s the matter with Ethan tonight? The light flicks on in the next second and you pull away from Ethan, your eyes squinting in the bright light. 

“What the hell?” You hear Ethan say softly, his voice distant and wrought with an emotion you couldn’t identify. You looked up at the man you were pressed against and your eyebrows furrowed as you locked eyes with...Mark. “Mark.” You’d meant it to sound like a question but you’re pretty sure it sounded like a statement. You swayed back drunkenly, causing Mark’s hands to fly out and steady you. 

“Ethan-” Mark started worriedly as Ethan turned out of the spare bedroom. 

“Were you Mark this whole time?” You slur, watching the panic settle in Mark’s eyes. “Where’s Ethan?” You ask again, pulling away from Mark. This all felt like some vivid hallucination. You collapsed onto the bed, your body heavy with exhaustion. You’re barely conscious when you hear Amy call Ethan’s name, seconds before the front door slammed. 

You were drunk, you didn’t mean it. That’s what Ethan keeps saying over and over, yet he doesn’t really believe it. A few stray tears cascade down Ethan’s cheeks when he hears banging on the front door. He wished whoever it was would go away, but still he drug himself to the front door and looked through the peephole. 

Mark. 

He’d been dodging Mark’s attempts to contact him for a week now, and Ethan knew he wouldn’t be able to avoid Mark forever. So he opened the door, to find a slightly panicked, slightly relieved Mark standing in front of him. Ethan stood in the doorway, keeping the door against his side. Mark wrung his hands together as he searched for the words to say. “Can I come in?” It’s all he can think of- he just wants a chance to explain himself. Ethan nods curtly, opening the door for Mark to enter. 

“What do you want?” Ethan asks, trying his best to keep himself physically and emotionally distant from Mark. Mark stood in the doorway, feeling emotion steadily rising in his chest once more. “I-I had no idea she would kiss me! I was just bringing her Advil, she was really drunk Ethan, she didn’t even know it was me. She thought it was you! She even said your name, it was dark in there!” Mark huffs in one breath and Ethan doesn’t know how to respond. He nodded before turning to lean against the couch. 

“Honestly I don’t care how it happened Mark, that doesn’t change anything. It still happened regardless, and knowing why doesn’t make it hurt any less.” Ethan says, his voice soft. Ethan never thought of himself as cynical, but right now he felt like all the color was draining out of the world. The betrayal he feels almost feels as though it’s been branded onto him. Something he will never be able to leave behind, no matter what happens in the future, he’ll never be able to forget that this happened. 

“I’m sorry Ethan, I- I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Mark says again, feeling panic growing in his chest. Ethan nods as he rubs a hand down his face. He turns to Mark, he wants to forgive Mark. His friendship is too valuable to Ethan to lose. He reaches out for Mark and wraps his arms around him, and he feels Mark release a breath. “I’m so- so sorry.” Ethan wraps his arms around Mark tighter, “I know.” 

Forgiving Mark felt good, it brought Ethan some respite through the hardest time in his life. But another week had passed and he still couldn’t bring himself to answer your texts or calls, or open the door when you came by. He didn’t know how he could be around you without feeling all the pain come rushing back in. You kissed Mark. But he gave Mark a chance, and he knew sooner or later he’d have to give you a chance too. That’s why he texted you, and told you to come over. Ethan felt his palms sweating, it was like he couldn’t even breathe. The seconds seemed to tick by so slowly, and while he was still so angry and hurt... he couldn’t deny how excited he was to see you again. 

When the doorbell rang, it was almost embarrassing how quickly Ethan was answering the door. You carefully made your inside and for a few minutes you and Ethan did nothing other than stare at each other. In an instant Ethan had reached forward and brought his lips to yours. He knew he’d never be able to trust you again, he knew the relationship was over. But before you go, he needs to feel you around him one more time. He needs to feel your skin against his. You melt into him, your lips moving with his as Ethan’s hand slide down your back to your legs. He tugs on your legs, signaling you to jump. Offering a little jump, Ethan wraps your legs around his waist as he presses you against the nearest wall. 

You moan softly as Ethan trails desperate kisses down the column of your neck, his hands resting firmly on your ass. His movements are quick, almost desperate as he gently grinds against you. You moan again as your hands tangle in his hair, this wasn’t what you were expecting when he asked you to come over. You missed him, you missed this. Ethan’s lips trail back up to yours as he keeps turns and leans you down against the couch. His hands dance down your body to the waistband of your leggings, quickly yanking them down your body. “God Ethan I missed you.” You moaned, and for a second Ethan almost forgets. He almost forgets what you did. He nearly lost himself in the tender suppleness of your skin. Ethan nearly lost himself in the heat coming from between your legs.  

Ethan doesn’t respond as his hand delves between your legs. His fingers dancing between your folds as you desperately fumble with the buckle of his belt. Eventually you pull it through the loops, already helping him unbutton his jeans as he leans over you again. He’s going to miss your skin against his, among so many other more meaningful things. He’s going to miss how your nose scrunches up when you laugh, or how you would play with his hair when he was stressed. Most of all he’s going to miss how safe he felt when he was with you, he’ll never feel like that with you again. You destroyed any sense of security he ever felt with you the second you pressed your lips against Mark’s. Once his jeans were around his ankles, Ethan kicked them off before slowly pressing his head into you. 

He pulls you up against his chest, his head pressed into your neck as he slowly slides into you inch by inch. You hold desperately to him, moaning softly against his clothed shoulder as he gently stretches you open. You wind your legs around his waist as he slides out slowly before bottoming out again. Ethan sets a slow and steady pace, his breath fanning against your neck and your eyes are screwed shut as Ethan slowly pushes into you again and again. The pleasure building inside you is overwhelming and soon you’re panting against Ethan as he picks up his pace only slightly. Ethan drives into you again and again until you feel that winding coil inside you snap and you cum hard around him. Ethan offers a few more forceful thrusts before cumming into you, thank god for birth control.  

Ethan is silent after he pulls out, and there’s a somber look on his face. You try to reach up to cup his cheek in your palm but he turns away from you. You lean up on your elbows, watching as he pulls his jeans back up. “I can’t trust you. Maybe it’s selfish of me but I just needed to feel you one last time.” Your eyebrows furrow together as your heart breaks in your chest. Is Ethan...breaking up with you? You quickly pull your leggings up, “Ethan...I’m sorry I am.” 

“I know, but I can’t be in a relationship with no trust.” He says finally, his tone firm. You feel tears in your eyes as you stand. 

“But I love you.” You whisper and Ethan turns to you with tears in his eyes. 

“I love you, but I can’t do this.” He says again, before turning and heading up the stairs, taking your heart with him as he goes. 

[troop52]

do u !!! have any character theme songs for the troop boys? Like any songs you think really fits them (and why u think it fits)?

THATS A GREAT QUESTION!!

Before I get into it Im going to plug this collaborative Troop Playlist on Spotify, feel free to add onto it!! Continuing with my picks

I think a lot of the songs I associate with The Troop in general are just because I happened to listen to them around the same time I got into the book in the first place (So they could only be tangentially related BUT only if you squint hard) Example: Drunk by The Living Tombstone, cant really tie it into the story but in my mind its linked Some better, more fitting songs under the cut (Side note its LONGGG IM SORRY... Also its all YouTube links because some of these arent on Spotify :'^()

Disclaimer -Like 95% of my choices arent really a "These lyrics match up exactly 1 to 1" but more of an overall "the vibe/general idea its trying to capture lines up" type thing. If that makes sense.

Its Alright by Jack Stauber: Kind of self explanatory, I think its a perfect song for these guys. From "It's alright, I'm here, Everything's alright, Feels weird but calm, I wanna hear It's alright" to the whole sound of it- its all great. Equal parts distressing and sad with an almost eerie calmness to it. Despite it all theyre gonna be alright, right?

The Second Little Piggy by Worthikids: Another one that I think is sort of self explanatory- at least with the chorus. "If my brain turns to mush, If the shit hits the fan, Will you be my friend?" Kind of the falling apart of everything, specifically their relationships, in light of the incident.

Poor George by James Supercave: Another case of "listened to at the same time I read the book" BUT I was actually making a Troop PMV script with that song. I never finished it but maybe Ill revisit it... just for you

Cold Summer by Le Matos ft Computer Magic: I dont even think this takes place in the summer but the VIBES and also it came from Summer of 84, which is another good piece of murder boy media.

Treehouse by Alex G ft Emily Yacina: This is a Eef and Max type of song because they are bffs and thats final. Basic song because Im not creative, but I think its a nice heart to heart theyd have (with Eef doing the talking)

Fifteen Minuets by Nick Krol: On the flipside heres a song that goes with Eef and Maxs friendship fracturing, once again more from Eefs side than Maxs. THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGG

As far as songs for the boys as individuals hmmm thats a good one that I havent thought about as much...

MAX + The Ghosts by The Real Tuesday Weld: That survivors guilt... lyrics arent like a perfect match but I think it gets that sort of hollow feeling across. Hes haunted man... + Final Girl by Electric Youth: Ok its a little funny because har har Final Girl Trope but I mean HE IS ONE. ANd dont look at me its a nice song- "Others were gone, and you kept going on, You know they never really noticed, you were always different, One by one, They're all done, And you're the last one standing" + Going Grazy by Lonesome Wyatt and the Holy Spooks: HONESTLY this could go for all the characters but Im tagging it onto Max because hes the one who has to deal with the aftermath of losing everyone (sorry survivors guilt Max again </3) "Everyone's saying my mind is unsound, 'Cause I always see you when you aren't around" "They're gonna wrap me in a jacket of white, And lock me away in a room without light" is what cements it as a Max song for me

EEF + The Existential Threat by Sparks: Once again starting sad, I link this one specifically to his paranoia about the worms- especially with lines like "Can't they see the existential threat is on its way". Kind of exasperated no one else can see the danger (he thinks) hes in. + Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother: I know I know its basic but I cant help it!!! Eef anger issues arc we are shaking hands me too + Haunted by Laura Les: Eef struggles with people seeing him as "just like his father" and I think we can get some good angst out of this track if we keep that in mind. Especially the back half of the song with lyrics like "Do you think I'm frightening?" and "Mirrors shatter when I'm passing, broken glass and crashing" since he is just a reflection of his dad (to others at least). Also song good.

KENT + Goodbye Mr A by The Hoosiers: Mfw the disillusionment with authority sets in. I think the vibe fits when he had that little epiphany about how adults are fucked- not perfect but it gets the idea across me thinks. + I'm Gonna Win by Rob Cantor: Ties into his need to "win" aka be the best at everything, be in charge, all that jazz! Hell do whatever it takes to be successful, even if it hurts. That was a little emo + Toba the Tura by Forgive Durden ft Chris Conley: Not to be emo again but "They say you're gifted, well I just see a scared kid. They must have flipped it, your skills are latent. O, you snuffed the glow. Replaced it with coals. Threw away the throne... This mess that you've made, it's a six-foot grave. It's a home for your lonesome bones that remain. We'll disappear, but you'll stay here to rot" AND SO ON AND SO FOURTH representing his fall after it was revealed he was sick. He was referred to as "the uncrowned king" and was on top of the world but then POOF that all crumbled and it was made out that he basically deserved what happened to him. It would be fun to make a pmv of him with this song (Simplifying my thoughts a bit because Ive already written a LOT)

NEWT + I Earn My Life by Lemon Demon: Ok a little Kentcore but Im actually having a hard time coming up with songs for Newton so here we are, they can share. Newt existential crisis moment time I guess + Know How by The Crane Wives: POV Newt struggles with going through with the plans he makes to keep everyone safe (stopping Max from touching Kent, going back into the cabin, etc) "I am not brave, I am not brave, I keep my focus on what is safe, You drew a line, made up your mind, And now I'm struggling to realize" And also maybe struggling with his place in the group and as a person in general- all that living through his cousin thing. "I gotta wrap my head around, What my heart is telling me, I've been trying to drown it out, Just because I know what I am, I am supposed to do now, Doesn't mean I know, Doesn't mean I know how" + On The Outside by Oingo Boingo: Idk man. Hes on the outside lookin in!! Loner nerd!! Its ok though, we still love him

SHEL + Bad Blood by Creature Feature: The lyrics speak for themselves: "I can guarantee I will do evil things, The only way that you can stop me now, Is if you put me in the ground, Somewhere I'll never be found" + Frontier Psychologist by The Avalanches: Hinges on the fact that the principal or whoever was like "Your sons a freak" and Shels mom was like "HES PERFECTLY FINE" while Shelley was like dismembering an animal or something + Johnny by American Murder Song: The songs good but theres this ONE LYRIC that sucks so the link provided is an edited version and also a lovely Warriors oc video I think you should all enjoy and support <3 Anyway Shel would be Johnny I could see this song being a scene in the book. Field trip to Shels house and they find his murder garden

If anyone wants more for Im not opposed to making another post :^)

[pebblee-penguin]

Ok, but seriously, let's be real for a second. Ethan is the perfect Lee. 1. His giggles/laugh is the cutest thing ever. 2. He's not afraid of saying the word "tickle" (as shown each time something tickled him during Unus Annus, that one livestream/video when Mark was writing on his chest and when asked about being ticklish in a "Reading Comments" video). 3. Anytime someone tickled him, he'll say something like "It tickles!", but never specifically "stop". Just saying, sounds kinda lee-ish to me.

Eef checks off a lotta boxes for him to not actually be a lee 👀 /j

[dreamonminecraft]

dude eef is such a safe place. like just hearing abt Sean and knowing mark has said a slur a few times is painful but it’s so comfortable knowing ethan hasn’t done any of that :)

Mark said a transphobic slur way back and definitely handled the situation well. (Not perfect, as nothing ever is, but better than a lot of people have and would have) and he's definitely grown since and proven that he's actually sorry and knows now why the slur was so hurtful. He's not perfect, but he's better than 99% of people

Ethan though, yeah. Unproblematic king

[liljungie]

Pawn To Rescue | 1

Science Student Jungkook

Word count: 1.7k

*Italic is jungkook's thoughts*

Summery: Jungkook discovers a secret that the town's lab is hiding...or will he?

A/N: Idk I wasn't going to post this but I Highkey like it and I'm like eef it imma post it so tell me whatcha think of this...part 2 is almost done so I just want to see if yall like it or I'll scrap everything.

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Jungkook throws his head back letting out a frustrated sigh. It's taking him a while to finish his assignment which was a rare occurrence. Since he's the top of his class. Straight A's. Perfect assignments. Never late. It frustrated him that human anatomy is taking effort of him to search and write about. Stepping away from his crammed desk he decides it's better that he takes a break or else he'll miss it up.

'It's a mess already' he thinks to himself as he takes a water bottle from his fridge making his way to the couch plopping down on it before turning on the TV. Breaking news was all over the channel. Jungkook with furrowed eyebrows changes the satiation only to find the one he changed to also has breaking news flash on the screen. He flipped through the stations only to be met with the same luck as the last. he leans back into the couch turning the volume up. 'Let's hear what's going on'

'Attention citizens...umbrella laboratory reported a breakdown early this morning causing patients to have ran away. Mark burnett the CEO of umbrella cooperation warns that if you encounter any patients that you turn them in without question. For your safety. That is all.'

Great. Just what this morning needed. Psychopaths running loose. Jungkook snorted. he glances outside to see people running inside. Hiding. He shakes his head before closing the curtains. His classmates sure are weird as hell. This is a college ground no one would break in. the building was gated all around it's impossible to walk through without ID.

They love to be dramatic. Without thinking much of it jungkook laid down on his double bed. Feeling restless. He drifted off to sleep.

A few hours passed and the sun had set. Jungkook was done with his assignment and now he was looking at the night sky. The stars were twinkling. It was so quiet that if a pin dropped you could hear it. A few minutes passed then he heard what sounded like twigs being broken in half. He didn't think much of it. Probably stray cats. But he heard it again so he stood up and looked outside then saw the Bush that is facing his window move again. His eyebrows furrow questionly. The wheels in his head were turning trying to make logic out of this. As the figure that was moving in the Bush size's is bigger than a cat but smaller than a bear...could it be a human?...no no..it can't be..

Until his eyes met the figure's eyes, it's eyes widen in fear and shock tgeir pupils dilated. then it moved further inside trying to hide itself from jungkook's eyes. His curiosity got the best of him he quickly jogged towards the nearest shoes he slid them on and opened the door and ran outside. Once he reached the Bush he stopped running and walked towards it slowly. The Bush branches moved suddenly which made jungkook's heart stop for a second. He glanced around but to his luck everyone was inside. No students were wandering around like the usual. Probably because of the news. He took a deep breath and approached the Bush again. his steps were hesitant but he needed to know what was hiding in the Bush.

He sqauted down glencing around again before he cleared his throat. He felt ridiculous but it wouldn't hurt to try. "You can come out...I won't hurt you" he softly spoke to the figure. their eyes stared at his. Then they looked at his hands. Jungkook raised them up quickly. Way to quickly which made the figure flinch and move further back inside. "Hey hey... look! I have nothing in my hands" he raise them up but moved them closer to the Bush so the figure can see them. "See..." he softly says the figure moved a little bit towards him but not enough. He still couldn't see them.

Anyone would be terrified if they were in jungkook's place but for some reason he didn't feel that way. The figure was far more afraid than he was. Obviously. They're hiding in a Bush if all places. Besides jungkook won a championship for being the fastest runner if anything he'd run away if the figure tried to lung themselves at him. "It's okay...I won't hurt you" he says again 'unless you try to hurt me' but the figure only stares at him. He sighs. This is so dreadful.

Was it even understanding him? By the looks of it..probably not. He knew he was being ridiculous but why not go all the way? he decides to ask a few questions to see if it understood him. "Blink if you can understand me.." the figure stared for what felt like a minute then it blinked. Jungkook let out a hearty laugh feeling relieved but soon that feeling went away. Humans need to blink! He felt so stupid. "That's not going to work..." he sighs. He needs more than a blink to know for sure if it understood him. Then his brain sparked with an idea. He smiles "Okay let's try again...shake the branches twice if you can understand me" the figure continues to stare at him but then the Bush started to shake twice.

At that he started laughing. Feeling like he accomplished something huge. "So you can understand me?" The bush shakes twice again and jungkook smiles with relief "I'm going to ask you a few questions if the answer is yes shake the Bush twice if no shake it once...got it?" The bush shakes twice. "are you afraid?" He asked. He wanted to facepalm himself of course they're scared. The Bush shakes twice once again. "I'm not going to hurt you..so..can you come out?" The Bush shaked once. His head fell with disappointment. He wanted to know what was hiding behind the Bush so bad. Or did he lose his mind and now he's imagining all of this? Frustrated he rubbed his face. "Aren't you hungry?" The bush shakes twice. The hope ignited within jungkook. "I have food...look...that window is my room" the figure's eyes moved to where jungkook pointed "...if you come out I'll give you lots of food wouldn't you like that?" It was silent for awhile. Seems like the figure was thinking it through. Jungkook stayed put afraid of scaring it away again. The Bush shakes twice again and jungkook smiles. "I'm gonna step away so you can come out yeah?" He stood up and took a few steps back before he crouched down again. Waiting."you can come out now...see I'm far away from you..I can't hurt you.." he reassures. He hears the figure let out a sigh before they started to crawl out of the Bush. Then Jungkook's eyes widen with shock.

The figure is a girl. She looks younger than him but only by a few years. She had a small cut under her left eye. It looked fresh so he figured it was from the Bush branches. Because the same cut was all over her arms and legs.What made jungkook's blood pressure go down was seeing the torn apart gown. It was the lab's gown and he knew that because Umbrella's logo was on the collar of it. She is one of the runaway patients.

Jungkook fell backwards at the realization. He was speechless he only stared at her as she sniffled and stared back at him. She sat on her knees not knowing what to do. She started to look around her and up at the dormitory building. She looked lost and so..out of place. Seems like she never saw anything because she had this look in her eyes. She was very amused by all of this.

"Holy shit" was the only words that came out of his lips. "You're umbrella's patient" her eyes snapped towards him when he mentioned the lab. she stepped back into the Bush. Not caring that the branches were cutting her skin again. jungkook moved towards her holding her by her arms to stop her from moving further. His fingers were digging in her skin "no no...don't be scared!" She tried to shake his hands off but he was much stronger. He pulled her back out. Panicking he said "we can't stay here we have to go inside...I'm not going to hurt you I promise!" He tells her. Praying to whoever was listening that she complies.

Jungkook hated doing this. But the only way she would comply is if he scares her into going inside. "If we stay here umbrella is going to catch you! or one of the students are going to turn you in...you have to come with me" jungkook tells the poor girl who only stared at him with a horrified expression. "You can't stay here the Bush makes too much noise you'll get caught...come with me it's safer inside" he tells her again. His heart was beating uncontrollably. What he was doing is extremely dangerous. But he wasn't going to let this opportunity pass him by.

What kind of understudy scientist would let this slip?! Jungkook needed this for his application. He can't get caught. If he kept her. to study her. and figured out why umbrella hid her and many others and demands for them back so desperately they must possess something strong. Where they have to keep them in a laboratory he could be one of Umbrellas scientists. Which was his dream. His life goal. And Umbrella would do anything to keep the information Jungkook is going to find out hidden.

The poor girl stands up hestaily. Jungkook smiles and takes off his jacket helping her put it on then zipping it up for her. She stares at him questionly. She is his golden ticket to work with umbrella the least he could do is give her some answers. "You can't be seen like this, you're wearing a hospital gown they'll take you away" he tells her she looks down at herself then looks up at him. He can see and sense the fear in her eyes. But he vowed not to give her up. Not yet. Not until he was done with her.

"You'll be okay" he tells her placing his arm around her guiding her towards his dorm room.

He crossed his fingers that no one catches him. And just hopes that hiding this stray human being in his dorm is worth it.

[emmahasnoideawhatshesdoing]

finger gloves :)

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

Hey may I request tfa blitzwing breeding kink if that’s ok

UH ha um hm

If the gods didn’t want me to write sin then they shouldn’t have given me hands

additional: floor sex, size kink, dirty talk, tongue deep throating

“Ju zink I don’t know vhat ju vant?” Blitzwing, as Random purrs into their audial, running his servo down their side as he looms from behind them, “I’ve seen za vay ju have been starring at me. Vhat a naughty sing ju are.”

This had certainly not gone the way they had planned, they certainly hadn’t planned on exposing their attraction, thinking that Blitzwing would never be interested but here they are. When they had tried to make a speedy getaway, Blitzwing had drawn them back in against that powerful frame of his and the sound of his voice was making them feel weak. They can feel his hot vents against their neck as his hand travels low, making them shiver.

“I do need ju to say eet out loud zhough,” Blitzwing teases, “I vant ju villing und begging for my spike. Eez zhat agreeable vith ju?”

“I…” they try to start but then Blitzwing is biting into their shoulder and their mind goes blank for a moment before they continue, “I want you to spike me.”

As soon as the words are out of their mouth, Blitzwing has them bent over on the floor, his massive frame surrounding them completely. He rubs insistently at their panel that they open with a gasp and he’s immediately on them, stroking and rubbing their valve as he turns their head enough to kiss them, greedily swallowing down their moans. Despite his eagerness, he takes his time with them, humming with approval as they grind against his fingers as he pushes one in, just the tip of his digit stretching their valve carefully and pausing at any sign of discomfort. They moan as he finally delves his digit in all the way and drags it out slowly. He’s so big compared to them it takes time for him to work two of his fingers into them, pushing in and out slowly, his other hand rubbing their thigh soothingly.

“Ju are so tight,” Blitzwing, as Icy moans into their audial and laughs a little, “I hope zhat I can fit.”

Sliding his fingers out, he leans back up so he can see their wet valve as he lines up his to their entrance and pushes the head of his spike into them making them cry out at the stretch. He pauses there, waiting for them to adjust, as they pant below him, only continuing when they start pushing themself further onto his spike. Inch by inch, he presses into them, stretching their valve wide while they helplessly moan beneath him. He leans back down over them, thrusting shallowly, moaning lowly against their audial.

“Vell, look at zhat,” he chuckles, almost sounding nervous and chokes off a groan, “Eet fits.”

They shudder beneath him as they run a hand over their stomach and can just feel the stretch of his spike beneath their plating and whimper at the thought of him filling them up. He continues on, his thrusts painfully slow and all they can do is pant and moan.

“Blitzwing,” their voice is breathy and heady with lust, “Y-you’re going to fill me up, right?”

Blitzwing makes a choked off sound and his hips stutter making them cry out in surprise.

“Eef-eef zhat eez vhat ju vant,” he stutters out and his spike pushes into them at a rougher pace and they dig their fingers into the floor, leaving shallow gouges in their wake.

“I want you to,” they gasp and he thrusts a little faster, a little harder, their valve making obscene sounds every time he pushes in, “I want to feel you overload in me. I want every bit of transfluid you can give me.”

He thrusts hard into them and they cry out, the movement pushing them into the ground and he pauses with his spike seated to the hilt in them. They writhe on his spike, barely able to move under his frame or around his spike that’s stretching them so wide.

“Ju…” he vents in deep and lets it out all at once, “Ju are going to make me lose control.”

“Please,” they whine, “I want it… I want your sparkling.”

His hips stutter and his spike twitches, still deeply hilted in them as they gasp and cover their mouth, their optics going wide at the confession. Before they can try to retract their words, a long tongue runs over their neck and the powerful engines behind them rumble deeply, all the way through Blitzwing’s spike making them gasp. He rubs over their stomach fondly and turns their head so his glossa can slip past their lips and down their intake until his lips meet theirs. They shutter their optics and moan around it. As he drags it from their intake, they curl their lips around his glossa and pant after it’s fully free from their mouth.

He purrs against their audial and whispers, “Zhen ju vill have zhem.”

He draws his spike slowly out of them then slams back in and gradually speeds up until he’s slamming into them, rocking into their very core. They meet every thrust as best as they can but, really, all the control is in Blitzwing’s servos, his strength so obvious and overwhelming. He’s so gentle with them even as he takes them with his large spike, so loving, the perfect mate. They cry out as they overload, pulling him with them, hot transfluid spilling into their valve pushing them even further over the edge until they’re sobbing from the force of their overload. Blitzwing runs a hand over their stomach, feeling the slight bump in their plating and they can feel him shudder in pleasure. Slowly, he pulls his spike out completely and they groan as they feel his transfluid gush from their valve and vent shakily.

When they’ve recovered somewhat, they carefully shift to their side and look back up at Blitzwing who’s reverted back to Icy and say, “Maybe… we could go again?”

Blitzwing stares at them as he vents heavily and lets his head hang down and whispers, “Frag.”

[jinkieswinkies]

Look at me.

I notice. I notice alot of things. 

It’s mind bending really. how’d I managed to start paying more attention to...a certain meatsuits. That bubbly girl-annoying. When she’d laugh her brown eyes became crinkled, Or when she’d smiled it was bright. blinding almost. The accent she spoke with made it hard for people to understand so she’d speak with such volume and clearness. she was persistent in the games, making sure that her pitiful squad-mates met the quota to survive. she’s a piece of work, determined to the brim. i don’t like her type, I tried everything to get rid of her when i’m paired with the likes of her. Always on my back about something, Always telling me about my condition. Like I want to live. 

Bickering is always how we start. I make it known that I don’t like her. A bright eyed, woman who has a dream to change this unforgiving world. 

HA. laughable really. This world ain’t nice and she needs to learn that, AND i’m going to the one to show her.

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I wanted to do my own thing. Have my own rules and listen to no one, But life’s just didn’t want to give me control. Nothing has been in my hand since I joined these damn games. Nobody wants to leave me alone, especially that other robot. Always trying to include me into things, always calling me friend. I LOATHE him. 

How does he manage to emulate emotions when he’s never been alive to experience them. he’s never had the firsthand. BUT ME, ME- WHO’S BEEN ALIVE, WHO’S BEEN HUMAN-CAN’T FEEL A GOD.DAMN.THING!

HOW’S HE ABLE TO LAUGH?

HOW’S HE ABLE TO CRY?

HOW’S HE ABLE TO FEEL ANYTHING- HE’S JUST A HUNK OF METAL WITH FAKE EMOTIONS.

I CAN’T FEEL SHIT.

THE PAIN. THAT’S REAL. THAT’S THE ONLY DAMN THING I’LL EVER FEEL!

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I’ve gained some understanding that he’s taken a liking to the idiot who stumbles over his own damn words. It’s clear that the trickster doesn’t like him but that hunk-of-metal tries noneless. If I could I’d take everything from him, teach him the pain of having what he loves the most being ripped away from him. Not everyone is his friend. He needs to know that. 

Then, that girlie came. Shot me right in the face, she did. Even managed to send me back into one of those spares. No one has done that to me before. Like father, like daughter. She’s hellbent on killing me and I’m not stopping her.  My one salvation, she is. 

I’ve managed to spend more attention on these whores than intended. I don’t care for them.

The girlie however, I just love to get under her skin, to remind her who’s above and who’s below. Every. Single. Time. 

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Today should’ve been no different. Luck would have it i ended up paired with ms. Andrade herself, as well as that annoying medic. She makes me sick. When I look at her I can’t focus.  Of course I knew her background, her parents, what they’ve done-what she’s done. She’s not innocent but she’s not like that nox freak. 

‘course someone had to start an argument. Where we land obviously caused an uproar among us. I want bunker. Cramped, dark space equals more kills. 

“Bunker. NOW.” 

I heard a scoff from that angarson female, “Like I’d ever take orders from the likes of you demonio!” 

“Didn’t your parents teach you to respect your elders, little girl?” 

“fuck yo-” 

She got cut off, but I got pushed aside in the process. We both got pushed aside in fact. 

“fi-fyuh, s’cuse me lovebirds, we landin!” 

That fucking mongrel disrespected me, violated me. A hushed “fuck you” was heard from my right. 

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, SKINBAG!” I looked over to Loba, ”Don’t get comfortable, people will talk.”

Laughing, I jumped.

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We didn’t end up  landing at bunker, much to my dismay. However, we landed at containment. The hot zone. PERFECT.

I laughed, Elliot? was that his name? It doesn’t matter. I found his pathetic self looting a nearby bin. Found him, got him right in my palm. Literally. He struggled but it’s all in vain anyway. Hearing that familiar crack, feeling his breath just disappear, that beg in his voice, disappearing just like he never existed. It was euphoric. 

A low chuckle reverberated in my throat, or where it should’ve been. I looted the pathetic man’s box and moved on. 

I turned to look at a roof above me. Eyes meetin Loba’s. Had a scowl on her face, that one. It’s enticing. If I could grin I would.

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It’s was time to move, Rings closing soon and i’m not getting caught. I turn to the other pathetic meatsuits known as my teamates. Useless medic was almost dead, currently healing, and andersayson? well she’s with the medic? She doesn’t need healing from what I can see, okay? skinbags will huddle together like animals for comfort. 

This-What? I feel angry? no confused? yes confused. No, I don’t care. I don’t care. 

Thought I mention it over the comms. “Rings moving, hurry up.” 

“Comin!” The medic’s responded. Good. 

“You can wait, demon!” Right, I totally forgot about the other one.

I don’t care anyways.  

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They’ve been close, Awfully close. It doesn’t matter. I don’t care. I don’t. 

Ajay’s fidgeting, She’s getting restless. I can tell. She really isn’t innocent. Ha. 

“Your’e not as innocent as you make yourself out to be, medic.”

“dis boy, of course i’m not. I’ve got a big sponsor eef ai make it tah top tree.” 

I scoff, who cares. Forgot she even had a job outside of the games.

A useless pig questioned, “What do you do anyways, Ajay? 

A squeak? A noise? That damned cute little hum she did? Why do that for girlie? 

“I work at the frontier corps,  I raise money by sponsors for them. It’s something i can do since my parents...you know. Thought you would know since you like to dig through peoples history.”

Indirectly calling her nosy? That’s cold. I don’t wanna listen to them talk anymore. This information has no use for me. 

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I hear something drop behind me, spinning around I was met with just the two of them laughing, Loba was tickling ajay. Wish I had eyes so i could roll them. We don’t have time for this-I don’t have time for this. I resumed walking towards the circle. 8 squads left no time for fooling around, I want to be up there. Right where they could all see. I’ll be damned if I die because of them. If those two die, they die. Not my issue. 

I do a double take towards them, Loba’s nails are underneath ajays tank top. Presumably scraping her skin lightly. 

Move them 

Move them

 MOVE

 MOVE

This is bothering? I’m getting annoyed. 

“Hurry up 6 squads left now.” I mumbled. need to remind them i’m not here to play games. 

They’ve stopped, smile quickly fading from that damned woman’s face. They’re still close. This isn’t good. I don’t care.

“Right game mode!” Medic was pumping herself up. Useless. 

Cute. Shut up. This is so annoying. Bitch is smiling at Ajay. Sickening, Pathetic really. 

This is distracting.

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I don’t know why or how, I can’t find myself to focus. All I want to look at is her. I shouldn’t be able to feel, much less what I’m feeling right now. It’s stuffy, It’s prickly. Uncomfortable. IT’S HOT. IT BURNS. It’s that same rage I felt when I-When I realized what I became. What they made me. This is stupid. I don’t care. 

The kills I’ve gotten this game no longer feel satisfying. I know the reason to. She’s not paying attention to me. It’s not-That’s not the reason. That stupid medic. This is stupid, she’s stupid. she needs to stay away. Stay away.

Especially girlie, no personal space with that one. 

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I punch my wall. We didn’t fucking win and its their fault. If they weren’t so busy smothering each-other. they would’ve fucking known there were teams behind and in front. Can you believe that? fucking sandwiched. We ended up being in third place. Not where I wanted to be. Fucking useless. 

The rest of the meatsuits are tense, they’ve got a right to be. Believe me-I notice. Good, I need to be left alone. 

“YOU!”

Of course, I can’t have anything. 

“WHAT WAS THAT!?!”

Headache, she is. I turn back to whatever-Anything to ignore her.

“AIM TALKIN TO YOU!”

“fuck off.”

ANNOYING

 ANNOYING

 ANNOYING 

FUCK OFF 

FUCK OFF 

FUCK YOU

A hand-A spin snd a little pooch barking at me. 

“YAH COULD’VE REVIVED ME BEHIND THE ROCK WHERE YAH TOTEM WAS!”

I don’t wanna respond, I don’t need to. 

“ANSWER ME! CUZ OF YAH WE LOST!”

I looked down at her, “WE LOST BECAUSE YOU GUYS DECIDED IT WAS PLAYTIME!” 

She had the nerve to try and stand up to me. To get in my personal space, Like i’m some sort of pooch. 

“YAH HAD NO INTEREST IN STICKING WIT US! YA WEN OFF ON YUR OWN!” 

Someone pushed us away from eachother, I want her dead. 

“DON’T YELL AT HER DEMONIO! YOU WERE USELESS!” 

“FUCK YOU, YOUR PARENTS WERE USELESS!”

Someones holding me back, I can’t hear anything. Sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong-fucking bitch. That burning sensation, That fury. It was coming back ten fold. All swirled together. The reason was foreign. The feelings however-familiar. 

It’s all her fault.

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They left me to my thoughts. promptly telling me to “calm down”. The big jolly one, was the one that managed to restrain me. I don’t need to calm down, damned dog was so nosy, sticking her nose where it didn’t belong, it was strictly between me and ajay. Nobody else. Always crowding around her. It’s disgusting. It’s INFURIATING. 

She needs to stay away from her. 

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It’s been a few hours since...the incident. Useless at best. I wasn’t mad. I wasn’t. I don’t want to be in my room anymore. I need to leave. 

And that’s exactly what I did.

Not like I notice how the common rooms get’s silent when I walk in. Not that I care anyways. Should’ve left me alone. I don’t care that their voices become nothing but hushed whispers, and when I sit down on the pale couch...HA some even leave. I don’t care...I...really don’t. 

The ones that stayed continued minding their business. Good. SHE was one of them, as well as that motor mouth. Always spouting that death wouldn’t be able to catch up. I have no interest taking a life that cares little for it. 

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They’re laughing. Something he said made her cackle. Annoying. 

Why isn’t she looking at me?

Does she know i’m even here?

It doesn’t matter anyway. It doesn’t. 

An empty cup is sitting abandoned at her side, along with her tools for repairing that little pet of hers. Must be manual maintenance. Why do I even pay attention to this. 

He must be rather...close with her. She seems relaxed, more genuine around him. It feels prickly again. I hope that means my programming is nearing it’s end. 

The book I didn’t even know I had, is currently being gripped upon. 

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I’m not able to focus on reading. All I can think about is how close motor mouth is to her.  They must’ve grown up together, must have inside jokes, secrets, contact, memories. They must have them all. The two are just sitting there, talking about nothing and everything. 

She doesn’t smile for me. 

For him however it’s bright. 

I don’t feel like reading anymore. 

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Contact is high with these two. Whether it be by leg or arm. They’re touching.

I stay still, with my open book, quietly glancing every so often.

Can he go away?

“Yah got a starin problem now?”

I froze. I was staring?

“Hmmph, no words witcha..”

A nervous laughter from her friend is registered in my hearing. 

“H-Hey no need to get rowdy, Chica....”

She stared a bit before she turned away to face mr, death can’t catch me.

Keep your gaze on me.

Why won’t you look at me?

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I had enough of this, feeling this, wanting things, wanting useless things at that. I’m not some attention starved kid, I was the greatest hitman in the outlands-still am. I died and was brought back to life, and now-now I’m acting like I have a right to want things. 

Her attention is intoxicating, and right now I want it back, I want him to leave, I want her to acknowledge me, I want...

Nothing. It doesn’t matter. It does. 

I don’t like them together. Near or far. Don’t want her alone with him with him. He’ll take her. I don’t care. 

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“Chica. are you from st louis?” 

I noticed she stared at him like he’d grown a pair of legs. 

“What the- no. Yah already know where I’m from, why?”

He leaned in, “Well then, I guess I’ll have to teach you how to arch your back.” 

what was that? A corny pick up line? She couldn’t possibly-It was so awful.

She-she laughed, her hand resting on his shoulder. I don’t like this. 

I don’t really remember getting up from the couch, or grabbing her either. She’s struggling against me but I lock her in. Her friend just stares at me with knowing eyes, there’s nothing to know. 

She’s yelling for me to let go but I’m not going to. I’m taking her back to my room.

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I drop her onto the bed they issued me, locking the automatic doors behind me. 

“whadaya want, bag a bones?!” She’s hollering. I need her to lower her volume. I don’t want the other legends hearing. 

I don’t know how to respond. I don’t know what I want.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what I want, And It’s all your fault..”

“wha-”

“Everytime- just everytime you have to be around someone, ‘Specially that little girlie. Always had her hands on you, Always near you. You-You’re fucking intoxicating. I can’t get you out of my head. You’re always there. I can’t focus on anything and all I wanna do is look at you, and I know you like to be around someone that has a pulse, someone that’s alive and that BOTHERS ME!”

She’s in awe, no answer is coming from her. 

What did I do? why did I say that?

“Why won’t you look at me like you look at him?” 

“because yur an asshole, you push me away when all I do is try to care.”

“I wouldn't have to if you just wouldn't have made me feel like this..”

“I didn’t make you, cha made yourself. Yah just don want ta admit it.”

‘I know..”

It’s quiet. The two of us don’t know what to say. I take a step forward towards her, she shuffles away towards the wall behind the bed. Oh. That doesn’t feel good. I’m already in-front of her, towering over her. She looks so small, but not scared. I don’t know what’s going on, There has to be something wrong with me, I would never act like this. I didn’t even know I was hugging her or even why I did. This was so stupid, It meant nothing but everything at the same time. I felt her hug back. 

“Just-I don’t know what’s going on. Look at me the way I look at you.” 

“Don push me away.” 

She pulls away and looks me at me. “I’m goin to kiss yah, is that fine?”

I hesitated, “uhm no?” 

She made a hearty giggle. It was a chaste one, a quick peck on the lips, or what I would have if I wasn't-a robot. 

“You did it anyways, what was the point of asking?”

“You didn’t mean that no.” 

I can’t look at her, was this embarrassment? I’m not to fond of that one, even when I was alive I wasn’t like...this. shy was not in my dictionary. I was risky, daring even, but never shy. God she makes me the opposite of what I am. 

“I-Just because we kissed doesn’t mean I like you!” 

“I love you.” 

“Yeah...course you do.” 

I can’t bring myself to believe it. Not after what I am. Not after what I did in my life. We’re complete opposites, and yet she loves me? I can’t accept this but I want to. I desperately want to.

I shove my face into her shoulder. She’s warm. 

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Your subby Eef HCs were wonderful and perfect and I loved them. <3 I was wondering if you could expand on him asking for a collar? Because shy, subby Ethan is my kryptonite. Lol. Also, for your consideration: Ethan in nothing but thigh highs and his collar kneeling at your feet.

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Okay yes. This is so nice I love this idea. And subby Ethan is also my kryptonite. (Also your claimed emoji brings me great joy)

I hope you enjoy 🖤🖤

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It’s definitely something he’s been thinking about for weeks and hadn’t really known how to bring it up to you. Logically he knew you wouldn’t have a problem with him asking to wear a collar.

But he wanted more than to just wear a collar. He wanted you to give him a collar. That was official. He was your sub, you were his Dom. He wanted you to own him and feel like he was yours and yours alone.

So yeah. He wanted his own collar. Preferably with your name on it.

Eventually when he does manage to bring it up to you, it’s not really English and more of just a babble of words. You don’t even understand what he’s talking about at first, until he just says the word collar.

Even then, you think he means he just wants to have a collar for a few scenes. An informal collar. So obviously you agree and think nothing of it. But he wants more than that, he wants you to give him a collar.

He actaully gets frustrated with himself because he really wants you to understand the importance of what he’s asking. You have to take his hands, make him breathe and then ask him to slowly repeat what he wants.

When he finally manages to explain, you just stare at him for a moment. Cause... he wants you? Sure, you’re in a relationship with him. But he wants you to give him a collar? He wants to make it that serious?

You can’t believe that he would want to make such a commitment to you. This incredible, beautiful sub wants to be yours?

Of course you say yes and he just starts crying cause he’s been waiting for so long for you to understand the impact of his question. The next day, you go online with help him choose.

It’s important to him that you choose and it’s important to you that he gives his impute. You end up purchasing two collars. One looks more like a necklace of thick black string because he wanted something he could wear outside if he wanted to. The other collar is a much more classic collar, a black leather collar with blue detailing.

When they arrive, he doesn’t want to see them until you put them on him. You are the only one that can put his more formal collar on him and that’s only for during scenes or if he really wants to wear it around the house. The other collar is the more informal one that he wears much more often. He can put that one on himself he won’t unless he asks for your permission first. Like if you’re not with him when he wants to put it on, he’ll message you and ask for permission even though he knows you’ll say yes.

Ethan loves his collars. They’re easily the best things he owns in his opinion. He feels so nice whenever he’s wearing one of his collars. Sometimes when he’s feeling a little anxious or uncertain, he’ll walk up to you holding the informal collar and then you’ll just silently put it on him. It just makes him feel so much better.

Just... happy sub!ethan wearing his collars.