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ibiza holiday - leila ouahabi & misa rodríguez

word count - 8.8k | summary - laia convinces her bestfriend that a group holiday with her friends would be a good idea, yet previous encounters lead to some interesting experiences. leila x misa x reader.

MDNI 18 + - 18+ themes, basically smut but not smut, probably an incredibly unrealistic holiday set up

“nenaaaa, come on it’ll be fun!” laia whined as she tugged on your shirt for a second time. the two of you were sitting in your shared apartment, having just finished training, you were trying to relax but clearly laia had other ideas. 

for the past few hours she had been trying to convince you to say yes to a girls' holiday to ibiza in the off-season, a tradition that had been going on for years between her and her friends and yet somehow you’d been invited, even when you barely knew anyone who was going.

you and laia had become inseparable incredibly quickly. the two of you had previous connections before laia made her move to arsenal, being invited to celebrate the champions league win with kiera and lucy meant you got to know a few of the barca girls over some dancing, a lot of drinks and a hangover breakfast. 

“laia these are your friends, not mine, you can’t just invite me because you’ll ‘miss’ me for a few weeks” you used finger quotes around the word ‘miss’, clearly emphasising how dramatic laia had been in her previous convincing. 

“no no, the girls invited you, you must’ve made a good impression on them” she said, wiggling her eyebrows as she spoke. 

“wait, which girls?” you asked hesitantly, narrowing your eyes in her direction.

“espera déjame pensar” she dazed off for a minute, using her hands to count the players before speaking the list aloud, “there is alexia, jenni, leila and misa” she smiled. (wait let me think)

“jesus that’s a lot of people, i barely know any of them” you shook your head firmly, her convincing clearly not working.

“joder, if alexia putellas asks you to go on holiday you do not say no!” laia tutted, shaking her head the same way you just did. 

you thought for a minute as your mind went through the list of people, “wait, you said leila?” you asked curiously, now considering the offer slightly more than before. 

“si, maybe she is the one who asked for you eh” a smirk flashing across her face as she teased you. 

“shut up asshole” you muttered, “i was just making sure i heard you right”. 

“do not lie english woman, you are thinking about when you fucked her at my birthday party!” she accused, pointing her finger at you.

you smacked her hand down, “it was literally just a kiss codi, and you were the one who wanted to set us up!” you accused back.

“only because both of you kept talking about finding each other attractive and i didn’t want to hear any more” she defended, the two of you half-shouting at each other as you spoke. 

you settled in your chair and folded your arms across your chest, “i have no regrets, anyways why is misa coming? i thought this was a barca thing?. 

“hm more like a spain thing, you haven’t met misa before right?” she questioned.

“well we have a little bit, it was weird, obviously i was trying to score but she kept saying things like ‘vale princesa’ or would touch my waist and my back during corners, or there would be really intense eye contact, even at the end of the game she came and talked to me and said it again” you explained, “and lucy said she was looking me up and down but i don’t really believe her”.

you watched as laia’s smirk reappeared, “esto es clasico misa, she wants you”.

“what?” your eyes widened in shock, “that’s not true” you shook your head adamantly. 

“si, i know what she’s like, no wonder she was asking questions about you the last time i saw her”

“the night of the game she followed me on instagram and then liked a picture from 6 months ago and obviously unliked it, but she always likes my pictures now, sometimes she even comments” you shrugged. 

laia laughed at your oblivion, “you’re joking right?”, you shook your head, “nena you cannot be serious, she’s coming after you”.

“maybe she wants to be friends” you were trying to play the devil’s advocate, but you knew the heart eyes, the ‘guapaaaa’ or the ‘quiero’ she had commented on your instagram posts probably weren’t the friendliest. 

“ah si si, friends with benefits” she winked before getting up and disappearing to her bedroom, leaving you sitting on the sofa contemplating the choice you had to make. 

it wasn’t long before you heard multiple spanish voices coming from laia’s room, presumably the same ones you had just been talking about. whilst laia has been teaching you spanish throughout your time of living together, the words were far too fast for you to possibly translate.

pushing that to the back of your mind you made your way to the kitchen to prepare dinner for the two of you, you had your music on and were practically dancing around the kitchen as you cooked.

you spun round to see laia holding her phone in your direction, laughter spilling out of her mouth, immediately stopping in your tracks you nearly dropped the bowl in your hand. 

“baila bebe baila” a voice from her phone shouted, your face flushing red immediately as the others cheered along. 

“laia i fucking hate you” you stuck up your middle finger with your free hand before turning back to the dinner you were half way through. 

“now she won’t say yes to coming with us” a familiar voice echoed from the phone. 

she made her way over to you, putting her phone on the counter against the wall so you were now in the frame and unable to avoid it. you were met with the faces of alexia, jenni, misa and leila who were beaming in your direction. 

“hola chica, what are you making?” jenni spoke, a grin covering her face. you had met jenni a few times, mostly on an international stage but a few times at mutual friends birthday celebrations. 

“laia asked for pasta so i made it with chicken and mozzarella” you shared her smile as you continued stirring the pasta. 

“ahh so you’re wifey material then” misa smirked causing you to go slightly flustered. 

“deja de coquetear con ella” leila responded to misa before turning her attention to you, “how are you carino? it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other”. (stop flirting with her)

“i’m good, very excited to have some time off soon” you answered, “how are you?”

“very good too, are you going to join us on the trip?” she asked, a twinkle in her eye as she spoke. 

“joder, you were meant to let alexia ask” laia interrupted, rolling her eyes.

“laia are you trying to intimidate me into saying yes?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow as you faced her. 

she held her hand to her heart as she mocked pain, “nena i would never do that to you”.

“do not lie to her, she wanted me to ask you because she thinks you would be more likely to say yes” alexia explained, you reached over slapping laia on the arm as she tried and failed to move out of your reach. 

“you’re an asshole, codi” rolling your eyes at her, as you began plating dinner for the two of you. 

“si ella es pero, what is your answer?” alexia asked, smiling sweetly whilst her eyes felt like they were staring into your soul, the power the best player in the world had even off the pitch was crazy. 

you ran your hand through your hair as you stood thinking about the offer, it was dead silent and you could feel every set of eyes on you as you tried as quickly as you could to weigh out the pros and cons, but in reality, what's the worst that could happen?

“well i guess if it’s okay with you guys i’d be down for it” you said causally, maybe a part of you was actually quite excited about it.

the spaniards erupted with cheers as laia wrapped her arms around you, picking you up and spinning you around as she cheered, “buena elección mi mejor amiga”. (good choice my best friend)

you laughed as she continued spinning you around, clearly very happy that you had given into her persuasion tactic of getting alexia to ask you. she put you down after a minute or two, picking up the phone and running back into her bedroom as you set the table for the two of you. 

sitting down, you began eating as you waited for laia who seemed to be saying goodbye to her friends when your phone lit up. 

instagram notification - marisabel_rguez : see you soon princesa 

a small smile automatically appeared on your face as you read her message, your heart beat a little faster as you felt the butterflies dance around your stomach. spending a week with misa wearing little clothing definitely wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, and by the way your thighs tensed together at that thought, you were clearly more excited than you thought. 

your fingers moved quickly as you typed your response, carefully crafting a message that would come off as a little flirty but still casual. 

you : could’ve been sooner if you decided to play in england

satisfied with your response, you turned off your phone and continued eating. laia made her way back out to you, sitting across from you at the table with a smirk.

“why are you making that face” scrunching your nose at the suspicious look she was wearing. 

“nada nada, just this will be very fun” she shrugged, her smirk only growing, “and we are going on the plane with leila and meeting alexia, jenni and misa there”.

you tried to contain your smile as you were reminded that leila was joining you, but laia could read you like a book, “hm sounds fun”.

“oye you’re just going to flirt with all my friends whilst we are there and forget about me” she huffed, shaking her head as if she wasn’t the one who has encouraged it multiple times over the course of your friendship. 

“don’t be so dramatic, it’s not all of your friends” you rolled your eyes and her dramaticness “just one or two” you mumbled under your breath. 

your phone lit up again, this time a message from leila catching your eyes. 

instagram notification - leilaouahabi : the highlight of this trip will be seeing you in a bikini

before you could verbally react, your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red at her comment, but the thought of seeing her in a bikini too had you clenching your thighs yet again. a feeling that was starting to become far too familiar. 

“you okay nena?” your bestfriend asked, curiously peeking at your phone as her eyes widened slightly at leila’s forwardness. 

“mhm” you nodded as your whole body continued to heat up, “didn’t realise leila was so bold”.

she nodded slowly as she mumbled, “that’s not even the worst i’ve heard from her”

laia’s words piqued your interest, you raised your eyebrow at her words “meaning?”

“let’s say she has used some descriptive words to describe how she feels about you” you were slightly stunned into silence as you began pushing your food around your plate, not in a bad way, your mind had just become very distracted.

you picked up your phone, not leaving much time for her message to simmer before you wanted to reply, probably coming off as slightly desperate. 

you : i’ll pack my best one for you, it won’t be city blue though 

you were about to put the phone done but you immediately saw the three dots appear to indicate she was typing.

instagram notification - leilaouahabi : i don’t think i can manage with arsenal red, it’ll be better idea to just keep it off

slightly choking on the food you were trying to eat, you turned your phone off and flipped it so it was face down on the table. 

“i’m not even going to ask” laia smiled awkwardly as the two of you continued eating, the text leila had sent you in the back of your mind. 

after having 3 breakdowns about packing, 2 last minute trips to the shops for things you forgot and 1 slightly shouting match with laia over where she had put your gym clothes after emptying the washing machine, you were finally on the plane and somehow you had let laia coax you into the middle seat. the seat in between laia and leila. what could go wrong?

with laia fast asleep on one side of you and leila clutching onto your hand at every small jolt of the plane, it was better than expected. you and leila had the opportunity to actually talk to each other away from the football field, the same bold footballer that had told you she’d rather see you naked than in red wasn’t as brave in person, well not when you were 30,000 feet in the air. 

all the netflix movies you had downloaded for your flight became useless as the two of you sat talking about absolutely everything.

“where’s your favourite place?” you asked in an attempt to distract leila, as she turned your hand white from the grip she had on it as the plane went through a slightly bumpy patch. 

“home but in catalonia, not manchester” she clarified with a small anxious smile, her hand now loosening on yours as started brushing her thumb back and forth against your fingers. 

“do you miss being there? it must be difficult to live so far away from your family” you acknowledged, looking down at the patterns she was now drawing on your hand that was relaxing both you and her. 

“si, mucho” she nodded, “but for my career, it made sense to come to manchester, i needed a new challenge, so i couldn’t say no to manchester city”.

“maybe i should’ve tempted you with arsenal” you smirked, your team's rivalry had a way of appearing in every conversation, “you’d look better in red” she looked incredible in everything she wore but when she wore the red kit for spain she looked incredible. 

she shook her head adamantly, “no nena, you would look much better in city blue, it would make the blue in your eyes pop” she winked.

“well you’re going to have to put up with my very very red bikini” you smiled sweetly.

her tongue flicked over her lips as she cocked her head slightly, a smirk appearing on her face “we both know how i feel about that”.

“shut up” your cheeks instantly flushed a deep red colour as leila laughed at your reaction before changing the conversation back to something that was semi-normal. 

the three of you made your way to the villa you’d be staying at for the next few days, laia had offered to drive and of course leila dibs the front seat due to her ‘long legs’ yet you were left in the back to overthink exactly how this holiday was about to play out. 

you were about to spend a lot of time with two incredibly attractive footballers that apparently had the hots for you in very minimal clothing, your mind was racing in every direction possible.

the two girls in the front had spanish tunes blaring, the both of them singing along to the words that you could barely understand, but you couldn’t help but smile at their pure joy. maybe this was a better picture of what your week was going to look like, rather than the intense sexual tension you were imagining. 

“la guiri is here!” jenni cheered as the three of you walked through the door. 

you turned to laia with a questioning look, “oh it’s just a word for like an annoying tourist, but she means it in a loving way” she explained. 

immediately you were enveloped into a hug from jenni, followed by alexia as they greeted you before asking how your flight had been. you’d be lying if you said you were looking around for misa, the real madrid player not being with her friends as you arrived, but you held your questions. 

it didn’t take long for the four of them to naturally switch into spanish, you definitely couldn’t blame them though, they had invited you onto their holiday so the least you could do was let them speak in the way that was most comfortable for them.

“do you know what they’re saying?” you jumped out of your seat slightly as you turned to face the voice. 

it took you a second to register the sight in front of you, looking down at you was misa in what you assumed was her workout clothes which only consisted of a sports bra and shorts. her hair was slightly damp and there was a slight sheen to her tanned skin that made it look like she was glowing. her abs were on full display, and you were unashamedly looking. 

she interrupted your blatant staring with a cough, forcing your eyes back up to hers. “what did you say?” you asked awkwardly, not even apologising for the way you were eye-fucking her. 

“the spanish, do you understand it?” she reiterated, a cocky smirk now plastered onto her face, pleased with the reaction you’d give her.

“nope, laia has only taught me the basics, and they speak so fast so” you shrugged, briefly looking back over at the four friends before meeting misa’s eyes again. 

“so do i get a hug too?” her head tilting slightly as she smiled down at you.

you nodded, matching her smile, standing up as she made her way in front of you. you held your hand out as she pulled you to your feet, your hands then wrapped around her neck whilst hers snaked around your waist and rested on your lower back. 

it was only for a few seconds but you easily relaxed into her arms. her fingers drew circles on the exposed skin of your back making you melt further into her embrace. even after being in the gym, she smelt incredible, you couldn’t help but fall deeper into bliss.

you were interrupted by a whistle, the two of you breaking apart and facing the direction it had come from. jenni, alexia and laia had wide grins on their face whilst leila had a tense look across her face and her arms were crossed against her chest. 

“please do not fuck infront of us” jenni smiled, earning a playful smack from alexia. 

“in misa’s dreams” leila muttered, refusing to make eye contact with you but sending a deathly glare in misa’s direction. 

you were hesitant to question leila’s tone, worried you had misheard what the spaniard had said and somehow created a sense of jealousy in your head, instead opting to go to your assigned room to unpack your things and settle for a bit.

it didn’t take you long to unpack, probably 20 minutes or so, and you were eager to get yourself out into the sun. opting for the bright red bikini you packed, you slipped on your coverup and made your way outside to the pool. as you walked through the house you noticed it had become eerily quiet, none of them were sitting on the sofas as they previously were, yet there was a faint buzz of spanish music coming from the pool. 

slipping out of the doors, you were met with a tanned dark haired woman spread across a sunlonger, dressed in a white bikini that left little to the imagination with the addition of a black cap that presumably was keeping the sun out of her face. as you got closer you noticed the tattoos that were littered along her arms, recognising that they belong to the man city player that had joined you. part of you felt rude for interrupting her when she looked so at peace, it was as if it she was in her natural element, but 

“hola” you hummed, placing your things down on the adjacent sunlounger as you began to take off your coverup. 

she jumped slightly, her alarmed expression switching to a sweet smile as she looked up at you “oye carino you scared me”

you giggled at her response, “where did everyone go?” you asked, laying out your towel before planting yourself on the sunlounger. 

“hm i think they went to the shops for food but i offered to stay with you instead” her smile now turning into a smirk that was somewhat cheeky but also really cheesy.

you rolled your eyes playfully at her words, “how kind of you ouahabi, i’ll remember that next time one of your tackles knocks me off my feet”.

“i’m known for sweeping girls off their feet, sometimes literally” she laughed with a small shrug. 

you knew leila was bold, laia had told you a few stories about the things she’d do on nights out when she first peaked your interest, but you didn’t know just how bold she was until the dm’s she had sent you. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy this side of her, it was relaxed and cheeky and you liked it a lot. 

a comfortable silence fell amongst the two of you, leila softly singing the tune of the music that was playing from speaker she had placed next to her sunlonger. in your moments of relaxation you had forgotten about applying any form of sun protection on your back, which probably wasn’t the best idea considering the sun that was beating down on you. 

gaining some courage you spoke up, now propping yourself on your elbows, “leila, can you put some suncream on my back? i was going to ask laia but she obviously disappeared”

you could physically see the gulp as her mouth parted slightly, you waited for an answer, one of your eyebrows raising slightly as you questioned her reluctance. “if not it’s okay” you added, worried you had made her somewhat uncomfortable. 

her eyes widened at your words as she sat up quickly, “no no” she cleared her throat, “of course i can, i was just uh.. translating what you said in my head” a nervous smile on her face as her legs moved to the side of her sunlounger signalling you to turn your back to her. 

moving your hair to your shoulder, you shuffled back, handing her the suncream over your shoulder, it took a couple seconds longer than you anticipated for the cool lotion. as her hands met your back a shiver ran down your spine. her hands moved in slow, firm strokes, drawing patterns in a way that was soothing and methodical. you caught your eyes closing for a moment as you were lulled into a state of relaxation. 

reluctantly her hands were removed from your back, forcing your eyes to open in the sad realisation that the moment you were sharing was over. 

“thank you” you mumbled, shuffling yourself until you were laying back on the sunlounger, in your original position. 

as you got comfortable, the only thing on your mind was the feeling of leila’s hands against your skin, to you it felt intimate, as if the two of you had a moment that held some kind of meaning, but her initial hesitance had you questioning if she felt the same. maybe she wasn’t as bold as you initially anticipated. 

some more time passed in which comfortable silence fell back between the two of you, your eyes closed in an attempt to shield yourself from the sun allowing you to relax as much as possible. it wasn’t until you heard shuffling next to you that your eyes peaked open, your eyesight drifted to leila who was now standing at the end of her sunlounger, yet her eyes were firmly planted on you. 

from the corner of your eye, you watched as her eyes travelled up and down your body, her tongue dragging across her bottom lip before catching her lip between her teeth for a second, completely unaware of your eyes on her. the way she looked at you was predatory, you felt as if you were sinking into your chair a little more every second that her eyes were locked onto you. it was as if you were hers to use as she pleased, and you were more than okay with it. 

your eyes finally locked with hers. her eyes instantly widened as if she was a deer in headlights.

“i’m going to cool down in the pool” she spoke, excusing herself quickly before submerging herself in the pool within seconds. 

your gaze was fixed on her as her head popped out of the water, she lifted her hands, fingers sliding through the wet strands in a slow and effortless way, the sunlight reflecting off of her dark hair which made her look as if she was straight from the gods. it had your thighs clenching together for any form of friction. 

you were quickly snapped out of your daze from jenni cannonballing into the pool with a scream, causing a large splash to fly in your direction. 

you let out a sharp gasp, “jesus jenni, im soaked”, water droplets dripping down your half bare body.

“surprised to hear jenni’s name in that sentence and not misa’s or leila’s” laia said, emerging from the doors of the house to the pool area. 

“i hate you so much” you squinted your eyes in her direction, as you wiped the water from your arms. 

“you might as well get in the pool now too” laia laughed, placing her stuff next to you. 

her close proximity was all the invitation you needed. standing up quickly, you wrapped yourself around her, pressing your soaked body against her dry clothes.

“get off asshole” laia half-cried, squirming as she tried to pry your arms off, but she wasn’t quite strong enough.

“nope, this is what you get” you only tightened your grip, rocking her side to side as she continued to struggle.

when she finally stilled, you let go, stepping back with a satisfied and incredibly cocky grin. 

laia narrowed her eyes, “you’re going to regret that, estúpida” she lunged for you, causing you to instinctively took a few hurried steps back, only to collide with something solid.

before you could react, strong arms wrapped around you, effortlessly lifting you off the ground.

“lo siento princesa, time for a swim!” a familiar voice teased behind you. of course it was misa. 

your heart dropped as she carried you to the edge of the pool, your kicks and desperate pushes doing nothing against her ridiculous strength “misa don’t do it” you yelped.

she hummed in amusement, “hmm but you’d look so pretty wet” her voice dripped with smugness, you could practically hear the smirk on her face. 

before you could protest any further, you were airborne then plunged into the cold water with a splash. 

the rest of the day was spent relaxing, taking in the beautiful ibiza sun whilst trying your best to not get too burned, something the spanairds had already teased you about. you didn’t have any real plans for your first day on holiday, opting to take it slow with a few excursions scattered over your week's holiday. 

dinner was relatively simple, laia decided to take charge in the kitchen to avoid any food poisoning yet it was impossible to avoid the bickering that happened between misa and laia about what was being cooked and how laia was doing it ‘wrong’. a quick google search proved that laia was in fact doing it right and misa had just seen a tiktok hack that didn’t actually work. leila attempted to reason with misa before it got to the google search but misa was set in the opinion, jenni and alexia ended up staying out of it, choosing to watch the two argue whilst laughing under their breath.

you had a relatively early night, choosing to miss out on another round of drinks and yet another argument about who had the right uno rules. spoiler alert - it was you. but you had a plan for tomorrow ; gym in the morning and a boat trip for most of the day.

waking up you felt refreshed, the sun always made you feel like a brand new person, which was the perfect mood to be in for a holiday gym session. 

you got changed into a pair of your arsenal shorts and a sports bra, grabbing a towel and some water, before making your way to the gym attached to your villa. 

familiar songs made their way from the gym, you were shocked someone had made their way to the gym before you, but you were on holiday with some of the biggest footballers in the world, what else did you expect. 

opening the door you were met with misa, dressed in black shorts and a white sports bra, her hair had been thrown on top of her head into a messy bun, yet she looked incredible. misa was effortlessly pretty, she could’ve been dragged through a bush and she’d still come out looking out of this world. 

you paused at the door as you watched her body move, she seemed to be adding weights to a bar in front of the mirror. as she picked up the large circular weights, the muscles in her arms instantly became more defined.

the sound of a weight dropping snapped you out of your thoughts which had been running wild, misa turned round, meeting your presence with a smile. 

“beunas dias princesa, how did you sleep?” she asked, now standing up straight to meet your eyeline.

“good morning” you chirped, now walking into the area, placing your things down on the bench, “i slept really good, how did you sleep?”

“mine was good, i went to bed pretty soon after you did” she explained, you couldn’t tell if she was hinting that your lack of presence had sent her to bed early even when she was still surrounded by her close friends. “do you want to workout together?” she added.

you nodded in agreement, gathering your hair in your hands to scoop it back into a low bun “don’t go easy on me”

“i wasn’t planning to. but if you beg nicely, maybe i’ll let you catch your breath” yet again, her voice was laced with a pure cocky attitude, but this time you were going to rise to her level. 

you raised a brow, smirking. "oh, misa, i didn’t know you liked hearing me beg. should i be concerned?"

she leaned in slightly, you were met with an intoxicating scent of perfume that had your brain malfunctioning for a second, “only if you’re not going to”.

you bit your lip, holding her gaze. "guess you’ll just have to work for it, then." you left her standing there with a stupid grin on her face as you brushed past her to begin your warm up. 

“are you going to keep standing there like an idiot or come and warm up?” you questioned, looking at her from over your shoulder. her eyebrows slightly furrowed as if she was surprised with your newfound attitude towards her, but the small smile that appeared had you thinking she was a fan of it. 

the two of you bounced off each other throughout the hour workout, making stupid jokes but also having normal everyday conversations that had you learning much more about her than you thought this trip would reveal. of course there was still an underlying flirty attitude to both of your words, but you genuinely enjoyed getting to know misa even with the cocky smirk she had on her face as she watched you squat. 

towards the end of your work out, you were both starting to get slightly out of breath, you had been pushing each other in slight competition as you completed each of your sets. you made your way over to the bench where you had previously dropped your stuff, hoping to catch your breath. 

but that plan was quickly interrupted when misa casually plopped down on a nearby bench, leaning back with her arms stretched behind her, taking slow, deliberate breaths. you couldn’t help but watch as her chest rose and fell with each breath, the movement captivating. the glistening sheen of sweat on her skin caught the light, making every shift of her muscles more defined. after a moment, she shifted, leaning forward with her arms now resting on her thighs, still drawing in deep, steady breaths. you couldn’t look away. 

you couldn’t tell how long your gaze had been fixed on her, it felt physically impossible to avert your eyes in any direction when the sight in front of you felt like an art piece. yet it was probably affecting you more than you realised as a heat between your legs grew and your heart rate picked up. 

that’s when her eyes found yours, her classic smirk quickly appearing on her face, “te gusta lo que ves?” she asked, a cocky head tilt matching her smirk. 

you nodded without realising what you had down you had earnt an eyebrow raise from misa, your eyes widened as you quickly shock your head “i uh i’m going to shower bye” you spoke so quickly you were sure she didn’t fully understand, but you didn’t give her the chance to ask as you darted out of the room. 

after showering and getting ready for the day you tried to form some kind of plan of how you were going to approach the day. both leila and misa were sending you signals, yet you weren’t sure where it was going beyond those signals. considering you were about to spend the rest of the day on a boat in the mediterranean sea with plenty of alcohol, you needed some kind of game plan. 

your mental planning was interrupted as laia burst through the door, announcing her arrival with a very dramatic good morning before she dropped a bomb, “i heard what happened this morning”.

automatically your jaw dropped, “what the fuck”.

“i can’t believe you basically undressed her with your eyes, you should have fucked her” she giggled, poking her fingers into your arms causing you to swat her hand away. 

“laia shut up incase they can hear you” you hissed, “i couldn’t help it, she’s been flirting with me this whole time and the way she looked in the gym was just… i have no words for it” you tired to justify your actions but honestly you were just babbling. 

“clearly both misa and leila want to fuck you, so what are you going to do? fuck them both at the same time?” she spoke as if it was an outrageous idea, yet it had your brain thinking, which must’ve been obvious by your face, “oh my god you’re going to fuck them at the same time!”

“that’s not what i was thinking, you asshole” you muttered, your cheeks glowing red at the thought, “they don’t feel like that, you’re making it serious, it’s obviously just fun” you shook your head adamantly. 

“mhm that’s not what i’ve heard, they sai-” laia started to explain before being cut off by the sound of jenni’s voice echoing through the halls.

“laia, is the guiri ready?” jenni shouted. 

“tell her to remember her suncream and hurry up” alexia shouted shortly after her. 

you grabbed your bag that you had filled with all your essentials, especially your suncream, and walked towards the door, realising laia hadn’t followed your lead you turned back to see her sat on the edge of your bed with her mouth still slightly open as if she was about to say something. “are you coming?” you asked.

she snapped out of her gaze, “yes yes im ready”, pushing her up as she followed you out the door. 

it was a short walk to the boat, one that had been privately rented by alexia and somehow jenni had the right qualification to drive it which surprised you more than you’d like to admit and had you looking for the life jackets as soon as your foot stepped onto the boat.

it didn’t take long for the boat to be anchored in a beautiful cove that looked like something out of brochure. you were surrounded by beautiful cliffs, water which was so blue you could see the fishes swimming and a small beach of perfect white sand. it felt like a paradise away from the rest of the world, one that you very much enjoyed being in. 

you were laid on a towel at the front of the boat, sunglasses shielding your eyes as you tried to stay focused on the book you had bought with you. the sun was beaming down on you, mixing with the bright orange bikini you had decided on wearing. it was lighting up your skin as if it glowed, a sight which had both leila and misa’s eyes drifting across your body. 

“carino would you like a drink?” leila asked, causing you to look up from your book. she stood in front of you, shielding your eyes momentarily as the sun lit up around her. 

“mmm yes please” you practically moaned at the thought of a cold drink helping you cool down. 

your reaction had leila’s eyes wide as a grin appeared on her face, “if i knew that was how to make you moan i would’ve said it a lot sooner”.

“oh you wish it was that easy ouahabi, surprise me with your choice of drink” you smiled sweetly, causing leila to turn on her heels as she walked over to the makeshift kitchen in the shaded area of the boat. 

she made her way back in a few minutes, causing you to pop yourself up on your elbows as she knelt down to you on the floor, “try” she smiled, pushing the glass into your awaiting hand. 

you held the drink to your lips, the condensation on the glass slowly dripping onto your chest as you took a sip, your mouth quickly overwhelmed with a cool tropical flavour followed by the hint of an alcohol you couldn’t quite put your finger on. 

“leila this is delicious” you complimented, savouring the taste on your lips, “where did you learn to do this?”.

“i’m always on drinks duty when we have parties or celebrations” she shrugged smugly. 

you giggle at her, the way she spoke was so casual but you could tell she was proud of the mixologist title she had been given. she got herself comfortable on the floor next to you, her legs now crossed as she sat with you. you continued sipping on your drink as she told you some of her favourite recipes, you admired the way she spoke, it had an incredibly cheesy grin across your face. 

you must've sat there for a while as the conversation naturally drifted to the other plans you had for the off season as your drink had become empty and your head had a slight buzz to it. you were sure the drink didn’t contain a lot of alcohol but as an athlete you very rarely drank so when you did your tolerance was zero. 

“having fun?” a voice questioned, you craned your neck upwards to see a very wet misa in front of you.

“misa!” you smiled, happy with her presence but even more thrilled by the incredibly sexy sight that was standing right in front of you, “did you go for a swim?”.

“siii, it was beautiful, but not as beautiful as you” she winked, whilst it was incredibly cheesy, you couldn’t help but be a little bit affected by it as your cheeks heated up, “the others are still on the beach”. 

misa sat with the three of you, conversation flowing effortlessly, as if you’d all been friends for years. there was an ease to it, but your focus kept flickering elsewhere. you couldn’t ignore the way misa’s hand inched closer to your thigh, her confidence growing with every passing moment. your eyebrow lifted slightly at her boldness, but you didn’t move away.

leila had excused herself to refill your drink allowing misa to take full advantage of the opportunity of having you alone for a few minutes. her fingers ghosted over your outer thigh, tracing lazy swirls against your skin. the sensation was subtle but impossible to ignore, sending a warmth through you that you tried to suppress. without making it obvious, you shifted slightly, searching for some kind of friction without the embarrassment of pressing your thighs together too openly.

misa noticed. of course she did. her gaze flickered to yours, amusement dancing behind her dark eyes, an innocent smile curving her lips.

"¿qué?" she asked, lifting her free hand to run her fingers through her hair, a simple movement, yet undeniably sexy.

"nada," you muttered, a shiver running up your spine, making your back arch ever so slightly under her touch. despite the cool breeze, your body was burning.

she chuckled, her fingers pressing just a bit harder against your thigh. "princesa, i’ve barely touched you, and you’re already arching your back?" the innocence in her smile faded into something more knowing, a smirk tugging at her lips.

you shook your head quickly, refusing to give her the satisfaction of knowing exactly how easily she was unraveling you. "it was just a cold shiver… from the, uh, wind," you stammered, though you didn’t even believe your own excuse.

misa’s smirk deepened. "of course, amor. very strange, though, since you’re the only one who felt it." she shrugged, her fingers sliding a little higher, creeping toward your inner thigh. she squeezed lightly, just enough to make your breath hitch. "so this isn’t affecting you at all, then?"

you shook your head, lips pressed together in a weak attempt to maintain composure. speaking would only make it worse.

she studied you for a moment, clearly unconvinced, but before she could push you any further, leila dropped back into her seat beside you.

"here’s your drink!" she grinned, handing it to you.

you took it without hesitation, gulping it down like it was your only lifeline, hoping somehow that the cold liquid would cool the heat surging through you. 

the two spaniards simply laughed at your quick action, “debiste haberla visto, esto va a ser muy fácil” misa spoke proudly, but the spanish was far too advanced and fast for you to understand anything. (you should have seen her, this is going to be so easy)

“mi turno ahora” leila matched misa’s energy, whilst your spanish wasn’t up to their level, you could definitely tell what she meant. (my turn now)

your eyes flickered between the two of them, unsure of what to say or do, completely at their mercy, not that you minded. lying between them, you felt like a toy for them to play with, and the thought alone sent a thrill through you.

leila reached out, her fingers curling around a strand of your hair, twirling it idly before tucking it behind your ear. the simple touch sent warmth down your spine, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned into her hand, craving more. but just as quickly as she granted it, she took it away, her fingers drifting lower.

she traced a slow path from your shoulder, her touch featherlight as it skimmed down your neck, across your collarbone, and to the center of your chest. her hand lingered there for a moment, just long enough to make your breath hitch, before continuing downwards. the soft brush of her fingertips dipped between your breasts, teasingly tugging at the fabric of your bikini top as they passed.

what started as delicate touches turned into something more as her entire palm flattened against your stomach, stopping just before your waistband. every movement set your skin ablaze, the anticipation burning through you as her touch took over your skin. you hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath, too caught up in the way her touch mapped out your body.

something had flipped in leila, her newfound confidence a stark difference from the same person that was stuttering over putting suncream on your back. 

she removed her hand, snapping you out of the bliss that she had effortlessly put you in, her lip tugging at her bottom lip as she looked at you, “you were right misa, she’s so easy”.

you swallowed hard as they talked about you as if you weren’t there, your legs now firmly clenching together as all efforts to withhold the obvious physical effect they had on you had disappeared. 

“easy?” you questioned leila’s words, “i’m not easy” you huffed, somewhat frustrated at the way they perceived you as if you hadn’t turned to putty in their hands in front of their. 

“cari, you’re practically begging for us to touch you, but of course you aren’t easy” leila mocked, pouting at you as she looked down on you.

you scoffed, shifting slightly as if that would somehow ease the tension thrumming through your body. "i don’t beg" you repeated, though the breathiness in your voice betrayed you. "i just know what i want."

leila’s smirk didn’t waver as she dragged a slow finger down your arm. "oh, cariño," she murmured, tilting her head.

"and what is it you want, hmm?" misa spoke, having your head snapping in her direction.

your lips parted, but no words came out at first, your breath unsteady under their piercing gazes. you shifted slightly, heart pounding as your fingers curled into your lap.

"i… i don’t know," you admitted softly, voice barely above a whisper. your body, however, told a different story, silently pleading for them to decide for you.

you watched as they shared a look, “i think we can figure that out” misa hummed in response. 

“we definitely can” leila confirmed with a soft nod, “after we get back to the villa” she added, shattering the hope that had been building in finally getting what you wanted after all the relentless build up you’d been experiencing. 

“why after?” your eyes gave her a pleading look, trying to convince her with just a look was probably hopeless, but it was worth a short. 

“you want us to fuck you on a boat for our friends to see? very brave of you princesa” misa purred, her hand reaching out and tugging on the string of your bikini bottoms ever so slightly. 

your eyes widened as you shook your head slightly, whilst the idea of them touching you here and now was incredible, you knew you wouldn’t be able to stand the endless teasing from your best friend if she saw how you were about to hand yourself over to them on a plate. 

“that’s what we thought” leila smiled, giving the signal to misa to pull on the string, causing it to fall next to you before you gasped and scrambled to retie it, worried that your friends would reappear on the boat any second. 

the two of them stood up, almost as if it was planned, “we are going to eat, are you joining us?” leila asked, nudging her head to the selection of fresh fruit and other snacks that had been catered as per alexia’s request. 

you shook your head politely as you stood to your feet, “i think i need to go for a swim and cool off”.

making your way to the back of the boat, you dived in without hesitation, the water being a desperate relief from the heat still coursing through your body. you wasted no time swimming towards the shore, where jenni and laia had decided that burying alexia in the sand was their newest form of entertainment.

most of the time on the beach was spent in your determined attempt to build a sandcastle without a bucket. every time you took your hands away, laia took it as an open invitation to knock it down, grinning as she ruined your progress. after the third time, you grabbed her ankle, sending her tumbling into the sand with a surprised yelp. the three of you sat giggly as the now incredibly sandy laia sent daggers in your direction.

eventually, the four of you made your way back to the boat, deciding it was time to return to the villa and unwind before getting ready for dinner. the day had been long, the sun still warm against your skin, but the lingering saltwater clinging to your body left you desperate for a shower. 

the moment you stepped inside, you beelined for the bathroom, grateful that your room had an ensuite, no waiting, no interruptions, just the promise of fresh, clean skin. time seemed to slip away as you stood under the spray, letting the heat soothe your muscles and refresh you entirely. by the time you stepped out, your body felt lighter, your damp hair falling in waves down your back as you pulled on a pair of soft shorts and a sports bra to lounge in.

swinging the bathroom door open, you were stopped in your tracks. 

leila and misa were sitting at the edge of your bed, their gazes locked onto you with knowing smirks. your stomach flipped as the memory of what had happened on the boat, the promise from the boat rushing back to your mind.

"you didn’t forget, did you, princesa?" misa’s voice was smooth yet firm, her arms crossed over her chest as she eyed you. the authority in her tone sent goosebumps racing up your arms, a shiver rolling through you as you processed what was happening.

you swallowed, quickly shaking your head. "no, of course not”, you lied. between playing on the beach and the trance-like calm of your shower, the promise they had made had momentarily slipped your mind. however the dull ache between your legs made it clear, it hadn’t forgotten for a second.

leila’s lips curled into a smirk, tilting her head slightly. "of course, amor," she murmured, her voice softer than misa’s but no less commanding. "come here."

the contrast of your predictions between them had your head spinning. leila, the one who would hold you, whisper soft praises against your skin, while misa was rougher, teasing, pushing you past your limits. at least, that’s what you assumed. boy you were wrong. 

hesitantly, you stepped forward, drawn into leila’s presence like she had an invisible pull on you. her hands reached for you instantly, fingers splaying across your waist as she guided you between her legs with ease. the warmth of her touch seeped into your skin, grounding you in the moment.

you were so focused on her that you almost didn’t notice misa standing until she was right behind you. her hands ghosted over your back, fingers tracing absent patterns over the ink etched into your skin. the teasing touch had you holding your breath, until they finally settled on your shoulders, pressing firmly as she began to knead the tension from your muscles.

the sensation had you instinctively tilting your head back, leaving your neck vulnerable, something that misa quickly noticed. her lips brushed against your skin, pressing slow, deliberate kisses that sent a shudder through your entire body. a quiet whimper threatened to escape your lips.

and then there was leila, her hands still moving, still exploring, mapping your body with a featherlight touch that somehow burned hotter than anything. every caress, every whisper of contact sent jolts of electricity through your veins. you were completely at their mercy. and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

your door swung open as laia came rushing it but was instantly stopped in her tracks before she could ask if you wanted to play mario kart on the switch she had bought. she stood rapidly blinking at the sight in front of her, clearly unsure of what to do before turning around and making a clear run for the door. 

“i told you so” she shouted before slamming the door behind her. 

your cheeks flushed red at the slight embarrassment you now felt after your best friend had seen you in this position, but the sets of hands that had taken hold of your body quickly refocused you on the situation that was developing with you at the centre. 

“you ready for some fun, carino?” leila mummered, her gaze locking onto you with a teasing smile

the look in her eyes had you nodding instantly, your breath hitching in anticipation. 

“oh you have no idea” misa whispered against your ear, voice dripping with a mix of mischief and smugness.

a/n - only half proof read, soz x

[cheol-e-kat]

Hiii, I just wanted to start by saying that I recently found your blog and am in love! <3 <3 For your special 3-3-3 bingo I wanted to ask for bodyguard with drunk confession and brave x Scaredy cat, NSFW is praise kink with Seungcheol? Like maybe her dad hired him, they're at a gathering and something goes wrong or she's scared so he has to take her back at her parents place, where she drunk confession? But if you have any better ideas, which I think you may have seeing from your writing, then just change it, I don't mind at all! <3

I hope you have a great day and keep writing, you're so amazing at it!

first, omggg anon you're too sweet & i'm so glad you like my writing ㅤ♡ㅤ♡ㅤ♡ weirdly i have had this banner hanging around and idk it seems like it fits your ask, soooo anyway let's see if i can come up with something you like - oh but i think i failed a little on 'scaredy cat', oops

♡ kat

bingo squares: bodyguard + drunk confession + brave x scardey cat + praise kink

Pairing: choi seungcheol / f!reader

summary:  y/n has had a bodyguard for some time - and she’s had feelings for him for almost just as long, even if he thinks she’s a brat. But what happens when he goes to a party with her and there’s gunshots?

word count:  1.4 k

genre: fake dating, bodyguard!seungcheol, forced proximity, 

Rating: 18+, MDNI, explicit

Warnings: mentions of guns and shooting, drinking, penetrative sex, explicit language

“so how much is my dad paying you to babysit me?” y/n asked, sipping her drink.

he shrugged, “enough to put up with you,” he sipped his mineral water. 

she arched a brow, “‘put up with me’?” she asked, incredulous, “me? i’m the problem in this equation?”

he pursed his lips, as though he were giving consideration to what she had asked, “you’re…” he trailed off. 

she was ready to punch him in the arm.

he smiled, “you’re more complicated than the kinds of jobs i usually have,” he swigged his mineral water like it would give him some reprieve from the conversation.

she gave a heavy sigh, “complicated how exactly?”

he glanced at her, “you’re kidding, right? where are we right now?” he waved his hand around to demonstrate the location, “you’ve brought me along as your ‘date’ to some friend’s engagement party - never have i ever had that happen before,” he whispered, with a small smile, knowing he had gotten under your skin by pointing out the situation.

“look, if i can’t leave the house without you, why not put you to good use?” she pouted. 

“my ‘good use’ is making sure you don’t get hurt, y/n.”

he had at least stopped calling her by her family name, which had been acutely obnoxious - to her anyway. he’d been virtually living with her for eight months. to her, living with anyone for eight months, meant dispensing with formalities. 

not to mention she had seen him in his underwear. she had been up late grabbing some water and staring into her fridge, thinking about a snack, but she had been eating healthy at the time, which meant she was light on snacks. so she had gone scrounging - and she screamed when she thought she saw a mouse. 

and her screaming meant seungcheol came out of his room to check on her, wearing boxerbriefs and carrying a handgun, which was oddly sexy. 

also, she had pegged him as a ‘boxers-only’ guy. but no, she had definitely gotten a very good idea of what equipment he was packing and the mental picture of his very perky ass seared into her brain. 

she glanced at him, knowing he looked painfully good in the suit he had picked - it went along with her outfit well. 

“you could have just stayed home then, or you could have outed me to everyone here - you certainly know enough about me to make them all at least call me ‘eccentric’,” she leaned on the railing, looking out over the massive party. 

everyone was ‘someone’ or related to ‘someone’. and she was mostly just bored. if seungcheol weren’t there, she would have probably been a nuisance just for fun, reminding the groom that he had slept with half the bridesmaids. something like that anyway. 

but no, for some reason she felt like if she caused even just a tiny scene while he was there, then maybe he would get blamed, or he would go back to thinking she was childish. 

that’s what he had called her initially, a “bored, childish, rich girl” with no clue about the real world. he said it so vehemently that she had slammed her door in his face, and told him to fuck off when he tried to apologize. 

she hadn’t talked to him for a week - she would only communicate via text, even if they were in the same room and alone. which may have proved his point, but he had hurt her feelings. and maybe she had been feeling petty. 

she stole a glance at him - she liked his profile more than she should. she probably liked him more than she should, not just his profile. she liked everything about him. but she was fairly certain he still considered her a tolerable idiot, at best.

which depressed her. and required that she grab another drink from the waiter who came around. maybe several more. and when she was a bit more lubricated and still considering making some trouble, the thin thread of seungcheol approving of her maybe wasn’t quite enough to tether her to reality. 

if anything, it was almost better if she just settled for his disapproval, she reasoned, then she wasn’t chasing some fragile illusion. 

she must have been on the verge of something great though because he suddenly grabbed her and pulled her towards a door. she had no idea where they were headed - they went through offices until they hit a stairwell. she couldn’t have been doing anything so offensive that they were taking the stairs. but when she pulled out of his grip, he was quick to grab her back. 

“for once, just do what i’m asking without arguing,” he said, voice low and sharp. 

she tried to pull away, but he had her in a vice-like grip. and then she heard the sounds - gun shots. and she was frozen for a moment, but she felt the tug on her wrist. seungcheol pulling her, trying to keep her safe. she stopped to pull off her heels and then she was running with him. 

her head swam violently as they exited out into the underground car park. until he grabbed her waist and pulled her close, kissing her, backing her into a wall. she felt the rough cement against her naked shoulders, as his hands rushed to touch her and his mouth rushed equally to kiss her. she wound her fingers in his hair, pulling him close, not caring how needy and desperate she seemed. 

it took several, long minutes for him to break their kiss. he pulled away so slowly, his fingers still gingerly resting on her skin. she watched him for a moment, and she could see it - if she didn’t pull him back, he would talk himself out of it and make an even higher wall between them. 

“don’t stop, seungcheol, you don’t know how much i want you,” she whispered, voice tender and urgent. 

he stayed close, but glanced at the door they had just come through, “we need to go,” he whispered, his fingers still played gently across her skin. 

she didn’t budge. 

“y/n,” he stared, “this - we have to leave,” he stepped closer to her, pressing his body flush against hers, “let’s go home?” he asked softly.

she finally nodded, following him out to the street, walking down a few blocks before grabbing a cab. he didn’t give the driver her exact address. they took a winding way back to her house, going through the back gate and the side door. he didn’t let go of her hand, not even when they were inside, the doors locked and the alarms set. 

he kept her close. when she started to turn on the lights, he stopped her - his hand grasping hers gently and pulling it away from the light switches. 

and suddenly he was near again, pulling her close, kissing her softly, “come put me to bed?” she asked in a hurried whisper. 

he nodded, “anything you want, princess.”

she loved that they both rushed to undress one another, all just to feel skin on skin. he pushed her back gently onto the bed - his fingertips grazed gently against her thigh, as he looked at her. 

“so perfect for me,” he murmured, “so beautiful.”

she flushed brightly, reaching for him, “need you,” she pouted.

he nodded, with a smirk, “i know.”

she bit her lip softly, “we were having a moment,” she caught his hand and pulled him down roughly to join her on the bed. she moved so she straddled his hips - she pressed her hands flat on his stomach, loving his smooth skin. 

she stared at him before leaning down, she kissed him gently, “you’re perfect too, gorgeous, even,” she breathed against his lips, “you’re all i want, all i think about.”

she kissed him again, leaning forward, and reaching down between them, pumping his already hard cock, she lined it up with her dripping pussy and pressed herself back, taking him all the way in.

she moaned against his lips. she sat up slowly, adjusting to the stretch and the feeling of being so full. she rolled her hips slowly before she started riding him the way she had imagined a thousand times. 

she could hear him, the way he breathed hard and urged her own. his hands tracing over her stomach and hips, reaching up for her breasts. 

she didn’t care when they changed positions - when he was behind her, fucking into her, pulling her back towards him, she knew she was arching back towards him. and she came undone, falling back against him - his orgasm following hers - his cum filling her, dripping down her thighs. she gasped softly as they came apart. he pulled her close, falling back onto the bed. 

“please don’t leave,” she whispered into the soft darkness. 

soooo, dearest anon, i hope this is as good as you wanted it to be...it maybe got a little more serious than i meant, but oh well - here we are

♡ kat

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[delugyu]

important question, who do u think owns toys and which ones 👀

omgg lemme go down the list lol

yeonjun - don’t see him as a huge toy user, especially not on himself lol. but if u have toys he’d try to act sooo uninterested even tho it lowkey piques his interest. like he’d act so above it until u ask if he wants to try em out and he’s like Yes. Yes. God yes. lmfao idk if these count as toys but i could see him liking things for restrictive play, like cuffs or sumn just to watch you squirm around. he’d be sooo evil just watching you flail helplessly, grinning down at u, he’d be like omg ur right we should have tried this sooner!

soobin - this perv i just know he’s got all kinds of crazy toys he wants to try ���😭 both on himself and u but mostly u just cause he has a thing for watching u take it. he’d show u some freaky ass tentacle dildo and expect u to be all in, you’re like WTF that won’t even fit and he goes manic like WE WILL MAKE IT!!! he just buys shit without telling u and whips it out one day like babeee i got something new for u ❤️❤️❤️ and he will make use of every toy he gets, he’s not stopping til u cum three times and u got tears down ur face!! he loves it so bad it’s actually a problem, your drawers are filling up with an embarrassing amount of sex toys

beomgyu - he just wants to torture u LMFOAOSJJS no but like i can see gyu being a vibe enthusiast. or wands omfg he’d be ruthless and mean and awful, leaving ur panties on just to watch you soak through and ruin them, pressing the wand closer to your cunt and laughing at how you cry. but when you get your revenge and tease his tip with a vibe, all of a sudden it’s i’m sorryyy i’m sorry i’ll never edge u again i swear!! the switch up is crazy and you know he’s lying so u just have ur fun and pay no mind to his bitching.

taehyun - i don’t see him as a toy user but i’ve always had this thought of making taehyun fuck a fleshlight while he tries to convince u to fuck him lol. i love dom!reader x dom!taehyun cause i think the dynamic is so funnn lol like both of you being too stubborn to back down, trying to make the other fold first. you’re pumping his cock with a fleshlight while he spews out the dirtiest things to get you to abandon the toy and fuck him. he prefers using his hands and tongue on you instead of toys, cause it gives him the satisfaction of knowing he did all this to you, and that he didn’t need some stupid toy like you do to get you begging for his cock.

huening kai - FACK i could see him using a fleshlight and sending vids of him fucking it to u 😵‍💫 he buys u toys too and encourages you to send vids to him too, cause he’s so sweet and thoughtful 😇 would use a dildo on u to prepare u for his dick cause he’d be too big for u at first.. it’s just a part of size training with him <3 he asks u one day to just let him watch u use a vibe and you’re kinda scandalized at first but he’s so convincing!! (if convincing means tormenting you with cries of PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, then yes!) so you give in and put on a little show for him, which he likes so much it almost concerns you. he’d like gifting you a little toy every now and then, coming to you like eekkkk guess what i saw in the store!! it’s so cute and pink, right?!! do you love it?!! do you wanna try it?!? right now?!?? 😇😇😇

[nekococo-thecola]

M A F I O S O x GN! READER. (HEADCANONS.)

Wazzup, forsaken players/fans, making your meal for today.

Warnings: None, lol.

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M A F I O S O.

( POST UNDER THE CUT. )

• First of all, he would be quite intimidating towards you. But, knowing that he was a killer, you slowly got used to it, (just.. slowly.)

• But, after a few months of surviving and helping your teammates survive, he slowly became intrigued by you. And each round as you kept helping the survivors and doing the generator, he lurked, in the darkness, amused by this on-going cat-&-mouse chase. (And mostly, by you.)

• A few other killers would catch up to his behavior, but would never bring it up towards him. Because, knowing his status, they would rather stay silent of his softness towards you, (and only you.) than face his unnerving wrath.

• He would noticeably become more gentle towards you, in chasing, and in targeting. (Of course, for the others, he would still be the same as ever. Chasing them at full speed, scaring them, and brutally murdering them if he had a chance.)

• And when you were injured, he'd appear from the darkness, and gently help you to go to a safe spot, and probably lead you towards a medical supply kit. (Or just flat out give you one.)

• Oh, yeah, if someone tried to make fun of you, or just flat out bully/aggravate you, well, let's just say he's the first one on his hit list!

• Sometimes, he particularly daydreams about being by your side, but, of course, it would immediately be crushed, since.. you were both in opposite afflictions. And the fact always made him feel quite blue.

• ".. Hey, are you okay?" C00lkid asked him, as he broke out of his thoughts, before sighing, as he answered. ".. Yeah.. 'm.." He mumbled, as he glanced at the ground, before responding, ".. Fine.." He answered in a British accent. As C00lkid approached him, before gently patting his back in support. (Y'all, he might be a literal kid, but THAT DOESN'T MEAN HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT SOCIAL CUES/BODY LANGUAGE IS. HE MIHT BE A CHILD, BUT HE'S SMART.)

• Needless to say, he's smitten and always gives you the princess treatment, (only for you.)

DATING HEADCANONS:

• Oh, you, a normal survivor, and a ruthless and merciless murderer, DATING???.. Well, that wasn't on your list, but, you couldn't complain much either.

• He would pamper you with gifts, and luxurious gifts. You have debt? Not anymore, he already cleared that out, oh, and you moved in his house (mansion), by the way.

• He would definitely act chivalrous towards you, he would gently kiss your knuckles and greet you fabulously, and if it was raining, and you had no umbrella? Oh, don't worry, your 7'0 feet tall (that's how I headcanon his height, cus, who wouldn't think his height is over 6'0 feet? Jk-) boyfriend will cover you with HIS umbrella, and if he doesn't have one? Well, he'll take of his coat, and cover you with it. (Such a gentleman.)

• And if someone flat out makes fun of you, or hurt you in anyway? Oh, bless their soul, (K, he probably won't say that to them, cus HOW. DARE. THEY.) He would absolutely call his gang and do a manhunt after that person, and absolutely show them why they shouldn't mess with what was his, you. (Don't worry, they just had a nice chat, even if they didn't appear again in a decade.)

• If someone flirts with you? He would absolutely give them the most nastiest, and threatening glare to roblox-kind, a silent warning to back, off. But if they didn't, and kept flirting with you, and started touching you without your consent. Oh, he'll absolutely pull them outside, and.. privately deal with them, outside. (They were found in an alley, dead, with broken ribs, a headshot, 23 gunshot wounds, with no evidence of the killer.)

• He wouldn't really flirt with you that much, but, after a round, be prepared for a barrage of cuddles and affection. He would hold you closely, and gently, but firm enough that you won't escape his grasp, but not that firm that it would hurt you. (The killer x survivor trope is still here, by the way.)

• Dates? Oh, if he wasn't busy.. but if he WASN'T, oh, be prepared for a luxurious feast, and lavish clothes. (I headcanon him having personal tailors that makes him his and your personal clothes.) But, he rarely goes out on public dates, since he prefers it private, since he thinks it's more intimate. But, If you begged him, he would eventually go with it. (Oh, he simply can't resist you.)

• You play instruments? Oh, he'll ask you if you can teach him, and if you compliment him on his progress, he'll quietly blush, and mumble a silent thanks.

• Would simply dance with you, in private. But, if you don't know how to dance? Well, he'll be your private tutor, he'll gently guide you the steps, if you do trip, he'll just catch you and wrap an arm around your waist, and ask if you're alright. (He's that sweet and a gentleman, if he takes an interest.

• He was probably the first one to ASK if he could kiss you, after his confession, BUT, you WOULD be the first one to kiss him, after he asked you that question. (He's probably dying inside internally lmao.)

• Overall, a 10/10 fiancee/hubby, idk, but HE'S A GREEN FLAG!!!! 💚💚

(OMGGGG THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭😭😭)

(WHAT THE FLIP, 50 LIKES ALREADY??? GAWD DAMN-)

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Canon Heights(???) & Carmen Sandiego

Hi all 👋

I've recovered from the month and a half I spent on the Carmen Sandiego timeline and am back to my regularly scheduled obsessing

Which has expanded to the characters and how tall they are because seriously how tall are they oml????

Now, I assume plenty of us have seen this image before:

You can find it on the Official Carmen Sandiego Facebook back from Oct 2019 (not sure about the Instagram or Twitter I'm too lazy to check)

It's widely been used as the canon basis for the character's heights, though I found myself unsure of its reliability

There have been a multitude of posts using the same "Your [Insert Topic Here] Your Carmen Sandiego Character" format, none of which seem to be canon to the show

The Zodiac and Birth Month ones actively contradict each other after all

And I can hear you saying "this really doesn't matter, this is ridiculous online person I don't know"

And you would be correct but I'm nothing if not a nerd so guess what I stumbled upon during my timeline rewatch

Boom

Directly from the show, Graham's mugshot. This is a very frustrating image to be honest because if you look closely between the 5 and 6 foot mark there are 10 lines as opposed to the 12 there should be corresponding to each inch

But oh! There's another image with his mug shot!

This one has no numbers.

So I did what any sane person would do and resorted to math

First I took Chief's image and deleted her from existence, leaving only Graham

Then I undistorted the photo so that it properly lined up with the flat version Bellum displayed so I would know where the foot markers would line up

These were 14 notches apart. Equally unhelpful. So I accepted my fate and pulled out the pixel measurements. Between the 5 foot and 6 foot line was 405 pixels

Between the 5 foot mark and Graham's head was 358 pixels

Using this very simple equation

[A (px) / B (px)] * B (in) = A (in)

We can find out how tall Graham is

358/405 * 12 = 10.61

Round that up to 11 inches and add the 60 inches that makes up 5ft we get a resounding height of 5'11" (or 179 cm)

(if you're confused on why the math works, we know that 405 pixels = 12 inches, we're looking to find what 358 pixels out of that 405 is which is why we multiply that fraction by 12. 405/405 times 12 would equal 12, same idea applies to 358/405. I hope this makes sense.)

For the rest of the characters we can use this lovely height chart

You can find this chart on the Official Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter (I checked). They're separated into individual photos, I just lined them all up into one big one here, it has been unaltered otherwise.

Using the same formula the character's heights are as such (rounded up or down accordingly by the decimals): Coach Brunt: 6'10" (208 cm) Countess Cleo: 6'6" (197 cm) Boris: 6'6" (198 cm) Male A.C.M.E. Agent: 6'4" (194 cm) Cookie Booker: 6'4" (193 cm) Chief: 6'4" (192 cm) Shadowsan: 6'4" (192 cm) Le Chevre: 6'3" (190 cm) Devineaux: 6'3" (190 cm) Prof. Maelstrom: 6'2" (187 cm) Zack: 6'1" (186 cm) Agent Zari: 6'0" (182 cm) Mime Bomb: 5'11" (180 cm) Crackle: 5'11" (179 cm) Carmen: 5'10" (177 cm) Tigress: 5'10" (177 cm) Ivy: 5'10" (177 cm) El Topo: 5'6" (168 cm) Vlad: 5'7" (171 cm) Julia: 5'8" (172 cm) Teenage Carmen: 5'5" (166 cm) Dr. Bellum: 5'3" (159 cm) Player: 5'4" (162 cm) Child Carmen: 3'10" (117 cm) Kid Carmen: 2'6" (77 cm)

What does this mean? Either the cast of Carmen Sandiego is ridiculously tall or this is all vaguely nonsense

Regardless of my dubious findings I thought it was fun and might as well post what I had

The chart itself does have some merit though, using Carmen's 5'7" that is listed in the Facebook post as a basis you get these heights instead:

Coach Brunt: 6'7" (200 cm) Countess Cleo: 6'2" (189 cm) Boris: 6'3" (190 cm) Male A.C.M.E. Agent: 6'1" (186 cm) Cookie Booker: 6'1" (186 cm) Chief: 6'0" (184 cm) Shadowsan: 6'0" (184 cm) Le Chevre: 6'0" (182 cm) Devineaux: 6'0" (182 cm) Prof: Maelstrom: 5'11" (180 cm) Zack: 5'10" (178 cm) Agent Zari: 5'9" (175 cm) Mime Bomb: 5'8" (173 cm) Crackle: 5'8" (172 cm) Carmen: 5'7" (170 cm) Tigress: 5'7" (171 cm) Ivy: 5'7" (170 cm) El Topo: 5'3" (161 cm) Vlad: 5'5" (164 cm) Julia: 5'5" (165 cm) Teen Carmen: 5'3" (159 cm) Dr. Bellum: 5'0" (153 cm) Player: 5'1" (156 cm) Child Carmen: 3'8" (113 cm) Kid Carmen: 2'5" (74 cm)

This one feels slightly less outlandish, but really Player is still stuck at 5'1" as a 16 year old so how realistic can it be

I hope someone enjoyed my ramblings, however inconclusive they may have been 🙌

[spicycinnabun]

SO excited for the results of this make me write. It was so hard to decide and I wish I could do them all but I think I will ask for 🤖🤖🤖 or ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 whichever you get less of 🥰

I've got about six other beep boop asks in the queue lol, so I'm going to go with ❤️‍🩹! Let's rewind to before the break-up. c:

♡

They were cuddling on Tommy’s couch. Tommy was behind him, hands resting protectively on Buck’s belly. He had been doing that a lot lately—holding him there, touching him there. Buck wasn’t sure if Tommy was aware he kept doing it.

Buck hadn't said anything. He didn’t want to call attention to it and risk having Tommy stop. Because he liked it. Okay, more than just liked it. His body was sending him strong signals about what the Alpha wanted, and it was making him a little stupid with need.

His heart sped up.

Of course, Tommy noticed. One of his hands started rubbing in a hypnotic, circular motion. “What's up?”

“I-I’ve been thinking,” Buck started, trying not to get distracted by the petting. His eyes closed. “I’d like to spend my next heat with you.”

“Oh?” Tommy said, after a small intake of breath Buck couldn’t really decipher.

He didn't say anything else, waiting for Buck to elaborate on his thoughts.

Buck had never enjoyed his heats. Dreaded them because of how desperate they made him, among other undesirable attributes, but maybe it would be different with Tommy. Every time they’d gotten hot and heavy with each other, it was so good, an intense burn that kept building.

Buck was used to being a service omega, but with Tommy, he hadn't fallen into that role. He didn't feel like a wind-up toy, only good for one use, one purpose. His world had been shaken and turned upside down. He actually felt kind of giddy, for once.

“Y-you said I could set the pace, but I also don’t want to pressure you,” Buck continued. “If you’re not ready yet or don’t want to, that’s totally fine. Or if we get to the middle of things and you decide it’s too much—t-that I’m too much—you don’t have to stay.”

That already went unspoken, but Buck wanted to assure Tommy that he had an out. He wasn’t stuck with Buck if he got too whiny, too needy, too clingy. Like he always did.

Tommy’s grip on him had gone slack. He was silent for so long Buck had to sit up and turn around. Tommy looked… kind of horrified, actually.

Buck’s stomach twisted. That was definitely not the reaction he’d been hoping for.

He backtracked. “O-or! Secret third option: We can forget this conversation ever happened and go on a fun date after my cycle is over. I was looking at this new sushi place the other day that has—”

“No.” Tommy let out a slow breath, eyes wide. “I’m sorry, I’m just still trying to process what you said. You think I would leave you in the middle of your heat? That's ludicrous, Evan. Even if, for whatever reason, I couldn’t continue, I wouldn’t abandon any omega like that.” Tommy tilted Buck's chin up gently, eyes filled with sincerity. “Especially not my omega. Have past partners done that to you?”

“Uh.” Buck swallowed hard, feeling suddenly very off-kilter and overwhelmed. “Yes? I’m… you know, a l-lot to handle. D-difficult. E-e-exhausting. It’s okay.”

“Oh, it is so far from okay,” Tommy said. His scent had changed, no longer relaxed. Filling the air with an edge of bitter anger he was trying to keep at bay.

Buck didn’t know what to do, so he followed his instincts and hugged his Alpha. Tommy's tension released. He hugged Buck back. They nuzzled each other, Buck focusing on Tommy's scent gland.

“And now you’re comforting me,” Tommy added with a weak chuckle of disbelief.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” Buck murmured, burying his nose in Tommy’s shoulder and kissing it.

“I’m upset for you, Evan. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way. You're none of those things.” Buck made an involuntary sound, and Tommy squeezed him. “I’m going to take care of you, okay? I’m going to show you what a heat is supposed to be like.”

♡

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[multiversescribe]

Can you do a headcanon of the marauders (James, Sirius, Peter and Remus) where the fem reader told them she is pregnant? Extra points if you want to add other characters.

[Ohhh, this ask had me kicking my feet under the covers! I had so much fun imagining how the Marauders (and a few extra characters) would react to this situation. Some of them took it well… others? Well… let’s just say panic was involved. Hope you enjoy, and let me know if you have any other headcanon requests! ✨ - Nicole]

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James Potter

Immediate Reaction:

• His first instinct is excitement. His eyes widen, and then he grins, the kind of grin that makes you think he’s about to make a joke—except he doesn’t.

• “Merlin’s beard… I’m gonna be a dad?” He runs a hand through his hair, laughing in disbelief. James has always wanted a family, and even though they’re young, he’s already planning baby names in his head.

• Then it hits him. They’re still in school. There’s a war on the horizon. His face falls slightly, but only for a second before he shakes it off and grips your hands.

• “We’ll figure it out. I swear. You’re not doing this alone.”

How He Handles It Later:

• Tells Sirius first, obviously. Makes it dramatic as hell (“Padfoot, you’re looking at a future father”).

• Over-prepares. Buys baby books, starts reading about wizarding childbirth, tries to act mature but is still James.

• If you cry, he hugs you immediately, smoothing your hair. “I know it’s scary, love, but we’re gonna be the best parents ever.”

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Sirius Black

Immediate Reaction:

• Blinks way too many times. His usual cocky smirk completely disappears, replaced by actual shock. “You’re—you’re not joking?”

• Runs both hands through his hair, pacing. He’s never thought about being a dad.

• “I—I don’t even know how to be someone’s kid, how am I supposed to be a father?”

• He’s freaking out because all he’s ever known is his abusive family. The thought of becoming like them scares him.

• Eventually, he shuts up and really looks at you. “You’re sure about this?” If you say yes, he exhales sharply and nods. “Okay. Then I’m in. A hundred percent. I promise.”

How He Handles It Later:

• Terrified but refuses to leave your side.

• Overcompensates with humor. “Damn, our kid’s gonna be so ridiculously good-looking.”

• Late at night, when he thinks you’re asleep, he whispers: “I’m not gonna be like my parents. I won’t mess this up.”

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Remus Lupin

Immediate Reaction:

• Silence. Not because he doesn’t care—because he’s overthinking every possible outcome at once.

• His face goes pale, his breath catches, and his first instinct is: “No… I can’t—I can’t be a father.”

• He’s already convincing himself this is a terrible idea. He’s a werewolf. He’s dangerous. What if the baby inherits it? What if people find out?

• “You deserve better than this.”

• If you start crying, that breaks him. He immediately pulls you into his arms, holding you so tight. “I’m sorry, love, I didn’t mean—I just—” He’s terrified, but he doesn’t want you to do this alone.

How He Handles It Later:

• Secretly loves the idea of being a dad but thinks it’s too selfish to admit.

• Writes lists in his notebook of ways to be a good father. Asks McGonagall for advice, but won’t tell her why.

• Every time he feels like he’s not enough, you grab his face and remind him “You are more than enough.”

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Peter Pettigrew

Immediate Reaction:

• Pure panic. This is not what he expected. His mouth just opens and closes like a fish. “Y-You’re pregnant? With… mine?”

• He looks around like someone’s about to pop out and say it’s a joke. When it doesn’t happen, he just laughs nervously. “Haha… hah… oh, Merlin.”

• He’s not mature enough to handle this, but he doesn’t want to lose you.

• He asks way too many questions. “Are you sure? Did you take a potion? Do we tell Dumbledore? Am I gonna have to get a real job?”

How He Handles It Later:

• At first, he avoids it. It’s not that he doesn’t care—he just genuinely doesn’t know what to do.

• Sirius bullies him into stepping up. “You got her pregnant, mate. Be a man about it.”

• Eventually, he starts helping in small ways—bringing you food, making sure you get enough rest.

• Still scared, but wants to prove he’s not a coward.

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Severus Snape

Immediate Reaction:

• He just… stares. For an uncomfortably long time.

• You can almost see the war happening in his head. “This isn’t supposed to happen to me. No one even wants to be with me. How did this happen?”

• A million emotions, but he only lets one slip: “Are you sure it’s mine?”

• If you get angry at that, he immediately regrets it but doesn’t know how to fix it. “I—I didn’t mean—Forget it.”

• He’s overwhelmed. He barely has control over his own life, and now there’s a baby?

How He Handles It Later:

• Terrified of being anything like his father. He would rather die than repeat that cycle.

• If he decides to stay, he’s all in. He’d read every single book on wizarding pregnancies, potions, and protection spells.

• Super protective but in a quiet way. Wouldn’t talk much, but would always make sure you had what you needed.

• One night, he finally admits: “I never thought I’d have something good. I don’t want to lose it.”

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Regulus Black

Immediate Reaction:

• Still. So, so still. It’s the first time you’ve seen actual fear in his eyes.

• His mind immediately goes to his parents and the weight of his name.

• “My family will never allow this.”

• But when you whisper “I don’t care about them. I care about you.” He finally breathes again.

• “Then we’ll run.”

How He Handles It Later:

• Secretly loves the idea of having his own family.

• Would do anything to protect you and the baby.

• Writes letters to the child, just in case something happens to him.

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[And that’s how the Marauders (and co.) handled life-changing news! Some stepped up immediately (looking at you, James), others took a little convincing (Sirius, I see you pacing), and a few just… imploded on the spot (Snape and Regulus, please breathe). Let me know which reaction was your favorite, and feel free to send more requests! 💕 - Nicole]

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Ask Masterpost #7 (Admin Asks) -- 3/15/2025

Maybe I should change the posting date of these to Sunday so I stop procrastinating them on Saturdays, LOL.

Anyways, this is the first edition of non-blog focused asks (fun questions, personal questions, etc), so I'm not going to write up a summary since none of this is essential information for submissions or anything like that :).

Since I'm writing it up so late in the day I'm going to post it with my answers, but Mod Rae may update it with their answers so feel free to check back! In the future hopefully I'll be able to write it up in enough time to give them a chance :').

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@foulwinter asked: Ever heard of either of Sonic CD's soundtracks? I grew up with the US soundtrack but I love both of them. I think the war between which soundtrack is silly when you look at it from the perspective of having MORE Sonic CD music

Admin: I have never been a big sonic fan, so I have no horse in this race :'). But I do agree that it's nice to have more soundtrack per soundtrack!

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@pearlhoardingdragon asked: If you had to stick with one family of consoles for the rest of your life, would it be playstation, nintendo, or xbox?

Admin: PC 4 Lyfe (I never had enough money for consoles growing up </3). I'd probably pick Nintendo though, since I like the switch and DS.

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Thoughts on Yoko Shimomura?

Admin: LOVE HER!!! I haven't played a lot of the games she has worked on but from what I've heard from her she is 🔥🔥🔥🔥

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who's your favourite villain in ffxiv?

Admin: The only Final Fantasy villain I know is Sephiroth... and I think he's cute and silly 💔

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stance on Nerdcore video game songs? (Miracle of Sound, Aviators, JT Music, etc) both as submissions and just in general.

Admin: I don't think I have a strong/opinion-worthy stance on any genre of music, because all music that I like regardless of genre is good music. Simple as.

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Would you say you've gotten fulfillment out of starting this project? I remember you have it posted somewhere that you started this blog because you wanted to listen to new music, so what's it been like? Any favorites that stand out?

Admin: Yes!! This has been really fun and ESPECIALLY so since I finally figured out some things to help me maintain it without messing with my insane schedule within the last few months. I definitely need to make a proper list of my favorites but I think my most favorite song that I discovered 100% from submissions alone is #212, Tenebre Rosso Sangue from ULTRAKILL. (this wasn't an anon ask, but I forgot to write the blog name before deleting the ask to clear it from my inbox... </3)

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what is your favourite kind of bread, actually?

Admin: Any flatbread!!!!!! Pita bread, naan, roti, and especially tortillas <-- put it in my mouth

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out of every song posted, do you have a least favourite? if so, what?

Admin: The Ao Oni chase theme (#125) because it scared me.

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thank you for all your hard work hosting this blog. question: has it been fun to discover so many songs through the blog? the level of variety is really cool. out of curiosity, how much of the music would you say you have personally already known before they were submitted?

Admin: I'd say I've probably only heard 5-10% of the songs submitted here before :'). But that just means that this blog is highly effective at helping me find new music!

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my favourite kind of results are what i like to call the penis results. it usually happens when "like it/first time hearing it" gets the lead while "like/sounds familiar" and "don't feel strongly" take like 10-12% each. are there any specific poll results that you've found particularly interesting for any reason

Admin: 1. I'm calling that phenomena penis results now and 2. #689, which has the highest 'Like and Familiar' result of any song at 49.60%. The average % for this category is 19.19%.

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Have you ever gotten a submission on this blog that you’re disappointed more people don’t know?

Admin: EVERY NIER SONG EVER!!!!!!!! GO PLAY NIER REPLICANT RIGHT NOW IT IS 60% OFF UNTIL MARCH 20TH.

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Do you have a series you expected to get a lot of requests for, but haven't?

Admin: There's surprisingly few Persona requests, which I expected to be more popular. There's also one song in particular (not from persona) that I'm surprised I haven't seen yet (not naming it, I don't want to invite inorganic submissions!)

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what is your favorite piece of music outside videogames?

Admin: This is hard because my favorites are pretty much always changing (other than the one song I listen to obsessively multiple times a day, of course) and I can never pick just one anyways... I think I'd have to go with (as of writing this) 'With All Its Complexities' by Kyoumeni from her album 'And Then I Woke Up.'

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Grocery Store Girl

Chatracter: HyunJu X fem!reader

Summary: Hyun-Ju insists on doing the grocery shopping together, but she keeps sneaking snacks into the cart while you’re not looking.

Warnings: none

The moment you step into the grocery store, Hyun-Ju is already buzzing with energy. You grab a cart and turn to her with a knowing look.

"We’re sticking to the list this time, okay?" you remind her.

She gives you her most innocent smile, the one that always gets her out of trouble. "Of course, babe. Just the essentials."

You don’t trust that smile one bit.

You weave through the aisles, tossing in vegetables, rice, and a few other staples while Hyun-Ju hums beside you. She’s suspiciously quiet—too quiet. Every time you glance her way, she’s got her hands behind her back, looking everywhere except at you.

“Hyun-Ju…” you say slowly, narrowing your eyes. “What are you hiding?”

She gasps, placing a hand on her chest as if wounded. "Me? Hiding something? I would never!"

You squint at her but shake your head, deciding to move on.

Unbeknownst to you, Hyun-Ju has already slipped a pack of chocolate-covered almonds into the cart. And some chips. And a bag of those strawberry candies she swears are for 'guests'—even though no one ever visits.

By the time you make it to checkout, you feel confident that you stuck to the budget. But then the cashier reads out the total.

Your stomach drops.

Hyun-Ju immediately grabs her phone, pretending to be shocked as well. “Wow… inflation is getting crazy, huh?”

You glance at the cart and finally spot the evidence. Packets of cookies, ramen, chips, and—was that a whole tub of ice cream?! You whip your head around to Hyun-Ju, who gives you the most unconvincing shrug in history.

"Oops?"

You let out a dramatic sigh, already reaching for your wallet. "You're impossible, you know that?"

She grins and loops her arm through yours, resting her head on your shoulder. "But you love me anyway."

You shake your head, unable to hide your fond smile. "Yeah, yeah. But you’re on dish duty for a week."

Hyun-Ju gasps, scandalized. "A whole week?! But my nails!"

"Should’ve thought of that before you went on a snack spree."

As you leave the store with a much heavier cart than planned, Hyun-Ju nudges you playfully. "You have to admit, grocery runs are more fun with me."

You roll your eyes but squeeze her hand. "Yeah, they are."

[wroetolando]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚡’𝚜 𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 | 𝙼𝚅𝟷

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: max verstappen x fem!reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: the one where max agrees to be your date to your ex’s wedding, playing the role of the perfect boyfriend… until he realizes he doesn’t want to pretend anymore

𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰: the one - the chainsmokers

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

Max was shocked when you asked him to be your escort to your former boyfriend's wedding. It had been months since the breakup with James, and you hadn't seen him since then. But still, you somehow ended up on the wedding invitation list, and the invitation felt like a slap in the face. You knew that it would be awkward to attend by yourself, but there was no chance to invite a friend, not with everything that had happened.

That was when Max came into the picture. You knew him for years, always running into each other at parties or through mutual friends. But Max was different—he was your best friend, a guy who stood by you when everything fell apart, and it just felt natural to look to him for assistance now.

Max initially thought you were joking. But then you gazed at him with your eyes begging for mercy and he surrendered.

He would play your "phony boyfriend" for the night, a perfect, suave escort who would add a sheen of glamour to the ugliness of the situation. You and he joked about it, and the run-up to the wedding in a few days made it seem a fleeting, harmless scheme. All in good fun.

But as he stood beside you now in a black tuxedo, Max started to think a bit differently.

The ceremony had started, and you stood beside him, your fingers discreetly entwined. The aroma of fresh flowers and designer cologne filled the air, and the warm sound of classical music filled the room. He was able to catch the way that your eyes cut to your former beau, James, who smiled from the altar like he was on top of the world. He locked gazes with yours for a second or two at best, and there was some silent understanding that you both recognized. You each understood what today meant.

Max couldn't help but notice the way you took up position there. Even though you'd asked him to be your date, there was a corner of his mind that could sense him that you still longed for James, even if you weren't aware of it. You forced a smile, stiff shoulders, and Max felt the betraying tingle in your hand.

Are you okay?" Max whispered, leaning in toward you as the ceremony went on.

You nodded but didn't really look at him. "I'm fine," you muttered, though the tension in your voice betrayed your true feelings. "Just. need to get through this.".

Max wished that he had more to say, but the music shifted, and your attention was momentarily diverted toward the doorway, where James's bride appeared. She was stunning in her pristine white wedding dress, every step she took beautiful and elegant. You gazed at her, but Max saw the way your eyes softened for a moment.

Do you want me to hit him?" Max teased, trying to lighten the mood, but there was a hint of seriousness in his voice.

You glared at him sharply, almost taken aback by what he said. "No, that's not… that's not what I need," you replied softly.

Max did want to press the issue, did want to dig deeper, but instead he remained silent. He didn't know why, but there was something in the expression you were wearing when you looked at James that irritated him more than it should have. He could tell that you were still hurting, and although you had said you were "over it," Max didn't think that was entirely true.

The ceremony continued, but it was hard for Max to focus. His thoughts kept drifting back to you. He was supposed to be here, pretending to be your supportive boyfriend, and everything was supposed to be simple. But the more time he spent with you amidst all this, the more he wished to do more than pretend.

The night crawled by, and Max was trying his best, addressing strangers as your boyfriend, making small talk with a couple of your old friends, and even throwing in a couple of make-believe kisses for good measure. It was evident though from the tension that existed between you and James, and Max caught wind of it. Every time your eyes met his, there was a flicker of something—something Max could not identify but which was quickening his pace.

Eventually, you found yourself standing in the doorway to the principal ballroom, beyond the clinking glass and sounds of the party. Max leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed across his chest, watching you pacing back and forth.

Hello, he whispered. "Say something to me. Do you need to be all right?"

You stopped pacing and turned to him. For an instant, you did not say a word, but just stared at him as if you were figuring something out.

"I don't know why I thought this would be a good idea," you said, your voice cracking slightly. "I'm glad for him, I am, but… I thought I was done with it. I thought I could just get on with my life, but it feels like I'm trapped in the past, like nothing's changed."

Max's heart twisted at the vulnerability in your voice. He had always thought of you as strong, someone who could ride out whatever life threw your way. Yet here you stood before him now, fragile, as if the weight of the past was too much to bear.

It's okay," he whispered to you, stepping in closer. "It's alright to feel this way. This is a lot to take in, and you can be confused, still hurting."

You laughed again, shaking your head. "I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I didn't want this to be hard. I didn't want to feel like. like I still cared.".

Max's hands wrapped around your shoulders, holding you gently. "You do still care. That's what makes everything so hard. But don't let him control your joy. You're not in the past. You're here, today. You've moved forward, even if it doesn't feel like it."

You breathed in, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment as you rested against him. The warmth of his body pressed against yours felt like an anchor, and for the moment, all was well once more.

"I don't want to be here anymore," you whispered.

Max hesitated for a moment before he answered. "Then let's leave."

You drew back slightly, your eyes opening wide as you gazed up at him. "What?"

"Come on. It's only a wedding. We don't have to hang around if it's upsetting you," Max said, his tone even. "You don't deserve this, and I don't want you stuck here if it's hurting you."

Part of you wanted to rebel, to tell him that this was about your closure, but another part of you wanted to believe that Max was giving you an escape. An escape from the past, from all the emotions you were still trying to process.

Before you could answer, he swept your hand into his, dragging you out of the ballroom, past the wedding guests, and into the cool night air. The decision was both insane and freeing, and you couldn't understand why you felt so at ease with him.

"Max, you don't have to—" you began, but he cut you off.

"Shh. No more words. Just tonight, do this for me."

You stood stock still, not breathing as you looked at him. The realization of what was happening finally set in. This wasn't a pretend date anymore. This was real.

He was real.

For the first time that evening, you were aware that Max was not just your best friend. He was something else. He was someone who understood you in a way that no one else did, someone who had always been there, and you hadn't even realized how much he was important to you until now.

Max gave you a little reassuring smile, as if he had some idea what was going on in your head. He stepped closer to you, and for the first time that evening, you didn't feel like you were trapped under the shadow of your past.

You kissed him.

It wasn't dramatic or intense. It was soft, a tentative step toward something new, something you never thought you'd find again. But in that moment, you knew. You knew that Max was no longer your date. He was your future.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

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[danstillcreates]

It's been three years since I created the Caretaker. It's no secret that she has become one of my favorite OCs. So, I'm taking this as an opportunity to say some stuff about her.

Here we go!

-I created the Caretaker because I was really sad at the time and wanted to create a comfort OC. I wanted to make something soft and huggable. While thinking about it, I had the idea for a god-like being who ran an interdimensional Bed & Breakfast (It wasn't long before I scrapped the B&B part).

-For the design process, I didn't really put much thought into it. I basically wanted something that looked huggable and wore an apron. Honestly, I kinda just stuck some cute features and soft shapes together.

I put a lot more thought into her recent redesign. I'll talk about that later.

(Fun Fact She was originally going to have the ability to stretch her arms. I guess she could still do that since she's an Outlier but it's not a major characteristic.)

-Developing the Caretaker has been fun. She's more than just a kind and comforting character. I definitely made the right choice when I decided to make her playful. She's a reality bending entity that likes to have fun with her powers. I really want to show her playful side more often.

-I've said before that the Caretaker is my most powerful OC and I'd like to keep it that way. She definitely has the potential to be absolutely terrifying but she's rather provide safety and comfort to her guests.

Of course she can get angry...and she doesn't forgive easily.

-I definitely put more thought into her redesign. My goal was to change the parts that gave me trouble when drawing her in my lineless style and to add some details that would indicate aspects of the character better.

Here's the actual list I wrote when figuring out her new design.

-Honestly, the Caretaker has been a great comfort OC. There have been times when she actually helped me calm down and feel better. I'm really glad I created her and I intend to draw more pictures of her.

I'll stop there. I just really wanted to say some stuff about the Caretaker today. She's one of my favorite OCs and she means a lot to me. :)

(If you're wondering why I formatted this post like this, it's because I wanted to put this stuff in little chucks I could easily post in a Bluesky thread.)

[aithusarosekiller]

Okay I have thoughts :)

It hassss to be marylily! They do everything properly, they focus, and they practiced beforehand. They're very calculated and can practically read each other's minds so the pacing is perfect. They don't try to sprint and it turns out pretty well for them! They'd be very humble winners too (except for the way Lily would taunt Sirius)

Second place would probably be Evanreg for similar reasons. They work well as a team, but Evan has just a little less heart in it.

Prongsfoot would trip each other up and find it hilarious, probably not getting past halfway. Everyone expected them to win because they're good athletes but their dumbassery shines through and screws them over

Rosekiller would try but Barty would get distracted by an interesting bird flying past and stop to list off fun facts about it, making Evan fall, resulting in them both falling in a pile on the ground and wasting 30 seconds trying to get back in their feet

Jegulus do pretty well but at certain points regulus is trying to move at a quicker pace than James and they end up having to stop to recalibrate. They end the race very grumpy with each other but did pretty well

Wolfstar wouldn't get far because Sirius would be giving it his all and Remus would be trying to keep up but slowly losing patience and energy. They trip up a few times becuase Remus can't keep up with the pace he wants to run at, and it sets them way back until they give up and Remus separates their legs, sitting it out. Sirius runs the rest alone and wins but it disqualified bc it's just him alone

Dorlene do pretty well overall but Dorcas forces Marlene to slow down so they can heighten their chances of keeping balance and it sets them back a little. Marlene forgets occasionally and they stumble a little before getting back on track. They probably get top 3 though because they're consistent and work well as a team

Bartylus are AWFUL. Reg is getting mad, barty is laughing at him bc he looks like an angry kitten. Reg is trying to move as quickly as possible but barty can't be bothered, he's faffing around on purpose to be funny. Barty is probably repeating 'it's just a game regs' and it's driving him mad

Pandalily aren't great. Neither of them are too bothered but any passion Lily has for it is damaged by Pandora's lack of interest. She's not rude about it but she thinks that there are better ways to demonstrate teamwork so she insists that they both slowly walk it instead of run it in protest. Lily agrees because she doesn't have it in her to say no.

Moonwater are meh. Remus really tries because he knows regulus wants to win but he can't keep up. Halfway through they stop and he's apologising but reg says it's okay and they walk the rest of it with Reg's arm around Remus to hold him up. Remus wasn't expecting him to be so kind but reg is a sportsman, he's been on a team since 2nd year, of course he'll help his teammate if he has to.

This team wasn't in the post but as a bonus: Sirius and Peter would do very well. Peter is strategic and Sirius is determined and they spend a few hours planning out what they need to do, they motivate each other a lot and do pretty well but probably only get 4th place because James would try to sabotage them for 'abandoning' him

Bonus points if you reblog telling me your thought process bc I think the whole concept is funny

[shhh-secret-time]

Fuck it, OC brain rot won. Get ready for the Secret Ask List

1) Does your OC have a voice claim, if so who?

2) Who's your OCs best friend? How did they become best friends?

3) What song describes your OC?

4) What song describes your OC and their partner/love interest?

5) Do you ship your OC with a Canon character? If so who?

6) If your OC is in a fantasy setting, what profession would they be in the modern day?

7) Vice-Versa! If your OC is in the modern day, what fantasy class would they be? Would they be a different race?

8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

9) How does your OC handle their physical health? Do they take care of themselves?

10) How does your OC handle their mental health? Do they take care of themselves?

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

12) Does your OC interact with other people's OC? If so, who's their best OC friend?

13) Does your OC have a rival? How did it start?

14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them!

15) Will your OC ever retire? Do you see them making it?

16) How's their relationship with their parents? Are they alive?

17) If your OC has kids, are they a good parent? Do they ever feel guilty if they have to leave them?

18) What are their pronouns? What would they like to be called?

19) What's their sexuality? What's their love language both giving and receiving?

20) If they fight, what's their weapon of choice?

21) What song best describes their relationship with their enemy?

22) Fight or Flight? Are they a lover or a fighter?

23) Is your OC reliable? Can I call them up at two in the morning if I have a flat tire?

24) Can they play any instruments? If so, what do they play?

25) Are they the kind of person who can't resist a good song? Can I catch your OC singing to themselves while they do the dishes?

26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

27) What's their spirit tamagotchi? Or an animal you associate them with?

28) What clique would they be in? (Draw them in the clothes of said group!)

29) Imagine a mood board for your OC! What's on it? (Make it if you want!)

30) My OC and your OC are friends. This isn't a question. I'm not asking. (How do they respond?)

[guardian-angle22]

This or That: Tarlos Edition -> AUs or canon compliant fics? ↳ Love Game by @welcometololaland ↳ Rescue Me by @littlemissmarianna ↳ summer slipped us underneath her tongue by @alrightbuckaroo ↳ Magnetic North by @paperstorm ↳ no rules in breakable heaven by @strandnreyes

[myokk]

before it felt like a sin, ch. 1

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 3000

summary: Eloise never wanted to be different.

And yet, her differences are what have defined her life up until this point: growing up as a squib in one of the most prominent wizarding families, being exiled to muggle society, and then attending Hogwarts at the age of sixteen.

She finds herself thrust into the life she should have been prepared for from birth but was denied. As she navigates this new life and her new precarious position in her family, she must come to terms with the fact that maybe what she dreamed of her whole life isn't turning out how she ever expected it would.

a/n: Hi everyone!! I decided to post this here too...I'm slowly going through everything I've written so far, and I want to post each chapter here as I edit them. I'm hoping that this can be a way to a) get back in to writing more, and b) get better at my art as I make full illustrations for each chapter. Let me know what you think!! :)

There is nothing quite as horrible as being a muggle, Eloise thought savagely as she ripped out yet another stitch in the landscape she was embroidering. At least, it was supposed to be a landscape. Maybe with her head tilted to the left and with her eyes almost closed so everything blurred together, it might resemble one. She did just that, trying her hardest to make out some recognizable shape and blast the stupid practice of manually pushing colored thread through a fabric in some sort of -

“And what is this, Miss Babbit?”

Eloise jumped at the sound and looked up at the scowling face of her teacher, and then quickly back down at the tangled thread in her lap. Behind her, she could hear the hushed giggles of the other girls in her class.

“Oh! Er…it’s -”

“How long have you been here?” the woman interrupted.

“One hour…I just -”

“Don’t be smart with me. I mean, at this institute.”

“Five years.” Eloise glared down at her embroidery as if it had personally offended her. It wasn’t like she was actively trying to be bad at everything, but she had the distinct disadvantage - how had it ever come to be that she would be at a disadvantage to muggles? - of not having spent a lifetime being prepared for muggle society and all that it entailed. The last five years had been a monotonous, endless cycle of lessons designed to turn her into the perfect lady: French (a waste of time as Eloise was already fluent), embroidery (a waste of time as the things she embroidered weren’t actually useful), dancing (a waste of time as she was already engaged to be married - why would she bother trying to woo another silly man?), and her most dreaded class of all: etiquette. No matter how many years had been spent trying to assimilate into muggle culture, her thoughts still got muddled when she tried to remember the steps to a dance, or how to properly address the son of a duke.

Did it really matter, anyways, what the other girls thought? She had pretended her whole life to be the daughter she thought her parents had wanted - now she was simply pretending that she hadn’t been thrown into the muggle world without a second thought. What was a bit more pretending - that she didn’t care? That she hadn’t been tossed aside without a second thought?

“Exactly. Five years. And yet, you have shown no progress whatsoever. This -” a finger jabbed accusingly at the embroidery - “is absolutely horrendous. If your parents hadn’t continued to make such a sizeable donation every year, I would have deemed you a lost cause and sent you packing when you first arrived. How your family ever managed your betrothal to the son of an earl is beyond me.”

Eloise grimaced at the mention of her fiance as her teacher clapped her hands together to get the attention of the class - a wholly unnecessary action due to the fact that it was already being given. “Class is dismissed. Please collect your belongings and put them in the correct place. Remember, as future wives and mothers, you must be organized in all aspects of your life. Many of you will be managing important households and the slightest misstep -“ a slight glance to Eloise out of the corner of her eye - “can cause the biggest of scandals.”

Eloise raced to gather her things and leave the classroom before everyone else. No matter how many years had been spent at the school, she couldn’t help but hate sitting through the classes amongst the judgmental stares and snide remarks. Although things had started out shaky at the finishing school - to be expected, really, when you’ve grown up in wizarding society and then are then forced to live as a muggle - it still stung that after all these years, she still hadn’t found a friendly face. She was treated as if she were a pariah: it was as if the other girls just knew that something was different about her. But…wasn’t that the great irony of it all? She wasn’t different than them. She was a filthy squib.

When she first arrived at the school, she was an anomaly. A twelve-year-old girl who didn’t know how to play the piano or who the queen was. It was clear to everyone that Eloise wasn’t the charity case of the school - her parents were obviously quite wealthy - and yet they seemingly wanted nothing to do with her. Whereas the others got regular letters and visits from their family, it was as if Eloise were an orphan. Nothing new to her of course, but to her peers this otherness aided them in her ostracization.

Upon entering her room, she was abruptly pulled out of her thoughts. Something wasn’t right. Everything seemed the same: a twin bed perfectly made opposite a small wardrobe, a plain wooden desk placed between them. The weak afternoon sunlight shone through the window, illuminating her desk. But…there.

That…

Placed on her bed, resting on the pillow, was a letter.

She never received letters.

Eloise shoved her embroidery under her bed and hungrily grabbed at it, pausing when she saw the address. Miss E. Babbit. The Third Bedroom on the Left… It seemed vaguely familiar to her in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

As she read the letter, though, it became apparent to her exactly why this was. Although not exactly the same as the one her brother had received six years earlier, it quickly became apparent that this was a Hogwarts letter. For her. For Miss E. Babbit.

Hands shaking, she set the letter down on her desk and sat on the edge of her bed. She smoothed her hands over her skirt over and over, taking comfort in the familiar softness as she tried to even her breathing.

How was this possible? She had all but accepted the fact that she was a squib. The shame of her family, a dirty secret to be hidden away and never talked about or mentioned again. Her parents had suspected as much by the time she had turned seven without any signs of magic whatsoever manifesting around her - not even a basic transformation of brussel sprouts to sweets during dinner. It was ultimately confirmed, however, when her own Hogwarts acceptance letter never arrived. She had spent the whole year before her banishment daydreaming about her life at Hogwarts, still optimistic that there could be something magical inside of her. Her brother, Leo, came home every holiday with wonderful stories of his new friends and teachers, and the subjects he was learning at school. Even back then, at twelve years old, Eloise hadn’t been sure if he was actually hopeful she wasn’t a squib, or if he had been trying to prolong the fantasy for her before it all came crashing down.

Although she had had five years to come to terms with her new life, there was still a small part of her that hoped. A small “what if…”. She had tried time and time again to squash that tiny ray of optimism that would escape every so often, tried so very hard to cultivate a hard exterior that wouldn’t let any sort of vulnerability shine through. And that optimism was a vulnerability, after all. It was that vulnerability that had made it absolutely impossible for her to fit in the muggle world, and made it so that she didn’t really want to try.

Five years to come to terms with the fact that she needed a new purpose for her life and…

…not anymore?

Eloise grabbed the letter and greedily read through it again, drinking in all of the words. She paused at the end, thinking. Was this a forgery? Some sort of awful joke orchestrated by her brother? Leo had never been cruel to her in the past; in fact, he was the one who always encouraged her and was the most probable source of the small optimism that remained within her. However, she had no way of knowing how he had changed since she had last seen him. It had been, after all, five very long years. And not once had she heard from him, even though he had promised her through huge sobbing gulps that he would never abandon her. Maybe their parents had slowly poisoned him against her. It would be right on the nose for them, after all.

Looking at the envelope again, however…Third Bedroom on the Left…no. It was too specific. Nobody in her previous life had any reason to even want to contact her again, and nobody in her current life even knew what Hogwarts was, let alone have the ability to convincingly forge a letter just to have some fun at her expense.

A light, bubbly feeling began to spread throughout her body as it sunk in that this was real. She was going to Hogwarts. Soon, a - squinting at the letter again - a Professor Fig would be contacting her and giving her things to study. A huge grin slowly spread across her face and she hugged the letter to her chest as she fell back on her bed. She read through it again. Was it the fifth time already? It felt as though no amount of times rereading the letter would ever be enough.

Eloise got up and walked over to look at the calendar on her desk. She was surprised to see that September 1st was in only two days. The days at the finishing school moved in such a strange, sluggish way. They all felt the same. Monotonous. French and Latin and embroidery and household management and Merlin even knows what else all blending into each other in an endless parade of dusty classrooms and gossip and boredom.

The light feeling left her in an instant as, after years of practice, the optimism was squashed back down. But how will you even get to London? And, her brain added sneakily, you haven’t even shown any signs of magic. Maybe you’ll just be returned back here after they realize their mistake.

No, she thought fiercely, gripping the letter. Until -

A tapping came from the window. A tentative smile returned at the sight of a tawny brown owl with another envelope in its beak. She ripped it open as soon as it was in her hands (again addressed to Miss E. Babbit) and along with the letter a small, purple pouch fell out of the envelope and onto her bed.

Miss Eloise Babbit,

I am pleased to be the wizard charged with such an important task as escorting you to Hogwarts in two days’ time. It is something extraordinary to be accepted in your fifth-year, and as such, I expect extraordinary things from you. I have enclosed a small pouch along with this envelope, and in it are some items that will be vital to you in the upcoming days. I have included books for you to study at your leisure, and a small gobstone that will bring you to our rendezvous point in London. All you have to do is touch it at noon on the 1st and you will be transported instantly.

Your family has not been informed of your acceptance. I am sure you understand why - at this, Eloise scoffed quietly to herself - which is why I will personally be your escort.

I am looking forward to meeting you and bringing you to the sorting ceremony in two days’ time.

Yours,

Eleazar Fig

The handwriting was tiny and spidery and cramped, but it didn’t stop Eloise from reading it with the same vigor as the previous letter and as many times. Finally, she turned to the small pouch that had fallen onto her bed when she opened the second envelope. It must have had an invisible extension charm, because it was filled to the brim with books on basic spellwork and general wizarding history. Professor Fig had no way of knowing, but Eloise had already read many of these books and many more during the year her brother had started Hogwarts, as she had needed to know absolutely everything about what would be awaiting her. A few years may have passed since she had stepped foot in her family’s library, but she couldn’t get the books or their contents out of her brain even if she had wanted to. She had really wanted to forget everything she knew about the magical world when it was confirmed she was a squib but it was a futile effort. As she zoned out during her piano lessons, she would find herself mentally going through the movements to cast different charms.

It was painful to be thinking about things from the life that had been ripped away from her, to know that what she was thinking about would never come to pass, that she would never be able to wield magic - and yet she couldn’t find herself able to stop.

As Eloise picked out one of the books and settled into her armchair, a steely resolve overcame her.

She would prove that she deserved to be there, and was just as capable as any of they were. She would make her parents regret ever discarding her like she was nothing.

She was worthy. She was capable. And she would prove it.

The morning of September 1st dawned cold and rainy. Absolutely perfect.

Eloise had pretended to be sick the night before, and no one had suspected a thing when she stayed in bed long after all of the other girls had gotten ready and headed to breakfast. As the last of the chattering faded away down the hallway, Eloise finally got out of bed and prepared herself for the day. It was difficult to sit still long enough to braid her hair. Her fingers wouldn’t stop trembling and she had to restart countless times. Finally, she tied the black ribbon at the end into a neat bow and turned to the drawer of her desk to retrieve the small purple pouch she had hidden away.

Everything she deemed important enough to come along with her had already been placed inside: the books from Professor Fig, the hair ribbons gifted to her by her brother many years ago, and some clothing. Nothing else was coming with. She needed the fresh start. Besides, anything else she might need would be supplied, as her acceptance letter had specifically stated that any school supplies would be provided to her.

Waiting the hours before noon came along proved to be more difficult than Eloise had imagined. Time seemed to be moving slower than the molasses that had come with the breakfast sent up to her, the steady patter of the rain becoming a sort of metronome keeping time as she paced back and forth. Wasn’t there anything that could distract her, even for a bit? She glanced at the clock. Only five minutes had passed since the last time. 10.35.

The second hand ticking away in tandem with the sound of rain splashing against her window.

What if this was all a trick? What if she arrived at Hogwarts, and they turned her away because they realized they had made a mistake? After all, why would they admit a sixteen-year-old? Surely she was too old; every other student had started Hogwarts at the age of twelve and had shown signs of magic much earlier than that. She still hadn’t shown any signs of magical capability whatsoever, and didn’t feel any different than she had before receiving the letter. It had to be a fluke.

As her thoughts started veering into the melancholy she was prone to, she shook her head. No. Today was a happy, exciting day. She wasn’t going to squash the optimism down today, not when she needed it most. All of these thoughts she was having were simply that: thoughts. Not reality. Hogwarts never made a mistake, and in all of the history books she had read, she couldn’t recall an instance of someone being turned away at the door. Granted, she had also never heard of someone being admitted so late. But, better to focus on what she did know, which was that she had gotten the letter. It must be right in its assumption that she had magic.

Trying to pass the time was easier said than done. She ended up quizzing herself on all of the charms she had memorized in the books sent by Professor Fig, moving an imaginary wand in the precise movements needed to successfully cast and focusing on her pronunciation. She had studied all of these forms late into both nights she had had the books, and when she would eventually close her eyes to sleep, the wand movements were all she saw.

Eloise was determined that she would receive pity from nobody. Nobody was going to look at her like she was lacking. She had gotten enough of that to last a lifetime, and now that she was given this opportunity she wasn’t about to waste it.

When noon finally struck, Eloise was ready and waiting. She eagerly grabbed the gobstone that was sitting on her desk and felt the familiar tugging sensation in her navel as she was whisked away to London and the beginning of her new life.

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[icewindandboringhorror]

indeed my exact process once every 8 months or so