#anyway 1/6th down

[sixofclovers]

Willow v hunter! (first 10 seconds) 

[headfirstslide]

did not get to partake in the fob meltdown on the dash tonight cuz i was actually at the show ^__^

[pinacoladamatata]

soon....

Happy 1 year birthday to the Tav I made on a whim and fell in love with because she talks to spiders! Astarion wishes he had her level of noble status

[circeyoru]

Unwanted Soul = Requested

[Yandere!Alastor x Owner of his Soul!Reader]

The Request

Part 1 (here) — Part 2 — Part 2.5 (ask) — Part 3  — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7 — Part 8 — Part 9 — Part 10 (END)

You weren’t a powerful Overlord nor were you the weaker ones to have their souls owned by other demons to survive in this hellhole. You’re merely capable enough to get by your everyday life. Like always, you’d stay clear from any of ongoing battles or powerful demons that were out and about. Your keen 6th sense to pinpoint potential dangers was always your go-to during your outings

You kind of treated Hell as your paradise to shut-in in your room and read all the comics you want plus watch all the TV shows you want. You were one of the rare demons that get connection to the Earth realm where you can enjoy the guilty pleasures you spend your days doing. Of course, your death was a suicide as you saw no life ahead of you

But you really really should have stayed in that day. It started out as any other day in Hell and you were on your way to the usual supermarkets for the junk food and drink you love. Normally, it was uneventful, until you caught sight of a dying demon, no, ‘wounded’ would be the right word since demons would only demon by angelic blades, even you knew that. Still, the demon was heavily wounded

It must have been a good few minutes since you caught weaker demons attempting to take advantage of the weakened demon as easy prey. You immediately took out your notebook, scribbing a phase before tearing it out and blow on it lightly. The page turned to white sparkles before taking shape of a row of angelic spears around you, it launched at the weak demons before they could do anything to the wounded one

You took went to the wounded demon quickly as your spears faded to nothing after doing its damage. You held his limb hand and closed your eyes, visualizing your cozy apartment and the ground swallowed the two of you up. In the blink of an eye, you were back home, sighing in relief

Not even a moment, you were knocked to the ground and pinned down by your shoulders and thigh. You struggled a bit before you realized it was the wounded demon that was pinning you down with radio dials for eyes

Without thinking, you reached into your coat pocket and took out a piece of paper, slamming it onto his face and blew at it. The paper faded to nothing but sparks then the demon stilled before closing his eyes and slumping forward onto you. Unconscious. But you invited someone you shouldn’t have into your home

This had to be Alastor, the Radio Demon

You grimaced, eying Alastor on top of you sleeping like a harmless deer. You thought of throwing him back out into the streets, but you didn’t exactly have the heart to. You came to the conclusion of healing him as fast as you could then sending him on his merry way! Yes!

Noooo!!! Why is he still here!?!?!?!?!?!?!??????!!!!!

“My dear, you really should be taking more care of your diet. This is hardly filling or healthy for you.” Alastor eyed the cup noodle you were about to open up like you were holding trash “But it’s fast and gets my hunger sated.” You eyed back, “It’s not like I’m feeding you this. I cook for your meals anyways…” You continued roaming around the kitchen, rubbing a fork, and setting a timer for your food. Ignoring the closeness of Alastor. “As long as it doesn’t concern you, it’ll be fine. I’ll treat you better since you just healed up. These are my own indulgence.” “And I appreciate your hospitality, dear, truly, I do. The matter at hand is your consumption!” Alastor grabbed your precious cup noodle lunch away, “I shall take over your meals from now on.”

Yes, you have fully healed Alastor and he’s back to full health. No, you didn’t tell him to stay. In fact, the moment his wounds were all healed, you showed him the open door, waiting for him to leave. He didn’t exactly let you make him leave. He said he was staying to repay your kindness, but all he was doing was inserting him into your afterlife and really making it Hell

At first, he praised your unique power to summon anything you write with a gentle blow, especially the part where you put him to sleep the first time. Then he urged you to make a name for yourself, but you really just want to shut yourself in your room and indulge in your time-wasting hobby. You told him off and shut yourself in your room, but he would just appear through the shadows and apologise, saying he’d leave the matter

When that whole business was done, Alastor got worse. You’re positive some other demons would love to be treated this way, but you’re just weirded out. It started out small, Alastor making meals like he said, shifting your schedule to a healthier one. Then taking care of your needs whenever you are about to do something. Even as simple as getting a glass of water

Then it escalated to touches. A handholding here, maybe he’s lean into you while reading. Or he’ll lay next to you in your own bed. Shift closer to you while on the couch. Stare at you while you were busy reading manga or watching animes and shows. Plus you could feel him staring at you while you sleep from the shadows even though you told him not to

But the most unnerving thing was when you would go restock on your food and other supplies. Alastor being the gentleman would carry and pay for your stuff. That you’re used to and didn’t care since either way, you had your methods. It was what happens during the two of you walking

“Alastor…” You hugged your coat tighter as your lips pressed together tightly from the scene, your eyebrows furrowed from the tense situation you were in. You had just left the shop to get new books and volumes, only to be met with such a sight. “What…” “My darling, your timing is perfect.” Alastor threw away the torn body of what used to be a demon. The street was covered with a layer of thick red and black blood. Hellborns and sinners alike were all brutally ripped away by the fearsome Radio Demon. “These pest dares to look at you wrongly, surely they deserve a good, limb pulling.” He walked over to you with his ever-present smile, offering his clean hand. “Shall we head home, My Doe?” You feel yourself tense as you firmly told him, “Just because they stare at me a little long and spat out rude remarks, it’s not an excuse or reason to torture them like this. I’m… I don’t exactly mind unless they attack.” Alastor grabbed your hand and kissed it, “Dearie, why give them the chance to harm you when I can prevent it? You can name and point fingers, I’ll be your killer.”

Trapped was what you felt at home and anywhere, as long as Alastor was there, you didn’t like it. Those sweet romantic gestures and attention from him that you would only see in your books and shows left a bad taste in your mouth. 

At the 4th year, however, something changed. Alastor sold his soul to you as the ‘last’ act of pure devotion and loyalty to you. Since the contract was all by your rules, you made use of it

Limit Alastor’s powers because it scares you how much he could do and the destruction he could cause. Forbid him from devouring or owning souls because he does it so easily when he thinks you were wronged in any way. And most importantly, forbid him from disobeying your words, whatever they may be, that way, you can finally have peace

How Alastor was still able to be this unnerving, you didn’t know and you didn’t want to know. Somehow, the contract was something like a declaration that the two of you were romantically involved with ecah other? If it made sense. It didn’t, really

Alastor still stayed with you because he had told you a long time ago that his home was destroyed in a brutal battle, hence why you found him that battered. So you offered yours. You did manage to set some firmer ground rules with the contract’s help. Like no entering your room or throwing away your junk food

Though Alastor still plays a big part in your life just because. You had wanted a lover before, but Alastor had proven how bad a relationship could go, and you two didn’t even established anything! You love fiction, fiction is life or afterlife. You can just drown yourself in the world of fiction and never leave

That’s the basis of your power. It’s like summoning through writing and the faint blow from your lips. You have to be aware of the components though, the hardest to summon was definitely the angel spears. It was the day after extermination and a spear was stuck into a demon, you were curious and took it back with you. You studied it and tested it out, knowing its strength and limitations before actually attempting to summon it. Works well enough, since it was easy to study

In the blink of an eye, 7 years had already passed. While Alastor was out on buying new ingredients for your celebration dinner of surviving another extermination, you caught the Princess of Hell and her promotion on the ‘Happy Hotel’. A place that welcomes anyone, a place that gives anyone a chance. It sounds lovely, but you didn’t have the mentality and energy to help out

A foolproof plan came to mind. You could, no, should send Alastor there. He loves entertainment! He wouldn’t be bored there! The hotel is much bigger and there’s more people there for him to hang out with. Plus he would definitely get a room there since he’s going to be staying. Even when he disagrees, because you just know he would rather stay by your side, you can use the contract as a last resort

“My dear!” Alastor greeted the moment he came back from his little shopping. He gave you a peak on the crown of your head when he walked past you, then headed to the table to place the bags of items down. “Did you hear about that ridiculous plan the Princess told in the picture box? Hahaha! It’s sure to fail! No way in any universe would just a silly and childish thing happen! No, sir!” “I want to help her with it, it sounds like a good plan. It’s better than annual exterminations.” You spoke while coming over to check the things Alastor brought. “But you know I’m more of a home person and not the go-out and help-others type.” “Exactly, dearie, we need not care for such fantasy.” Alastor nodded along. “That’s why you’re going in my place.” You stated firmly without blinking or shifting in your spot, at the growing static, you looked up to see Alastor’s eyes turned to radio dial. Very rarely are those directed at you since he swore he’d never do you harm or wish you harm. “You’ll go and help the Princess to make it a success.” Alastor’s eyes shifted back to normal, narrowing as he asked, “Till how long, my dear?” You had to control yourself to hide a smile as you spoke, “For as long as it takes of course. You can’t rush redemption, right? And it’s the first of its kind too.” The static grew again, you knew Alastor was getting annoyed with such a wish (order) from you. “But this would take a long while. I’d be returning to check on you, yes?” “Oh, no. Can’t interrupt your work.” You said, carrying your pile of snacks to your little comfort corner and dropping it with huff, there was a skip in your step as you returned back to the table. “You can’t come back here nor see me when in the service of the Princess. Well, you can see me when I’m the one to approach you or call for you, that’s the only exception.” Alastor would have a frown on by now if it weren’t for his insistence on the power of smiles, “Who would take care of you? Who would watch over you? Who would tend to you? Who would protect you while I’m gone, sweetheart?” You laughed, “Don’t be so dramatic. I can handle myself. It’s just like before I met you,” You didn’t miss the radio crackling like it broke connection, “But this time, I have you as a backup should I need.”

Making Alastor leave you wouldn’t have been possible without the contract and the fact that his soul was yours to control. Very pushy but you had to do what you had to, it was all to regain that quiet and isolated shut-in life you love. Never have you missed the silence in your home and the void of a watchful gaze all around you

You squealed and smiled brightly, “Time to chill and laze around!”

Oh how the Radio Demon was fuming as he made his way to that ratchaed hotel. He shouldn’t have let you know of such a news. If that inferno picture box was broken, then you wouldn’t know. No, you have your phone, so that makes no difference. Maybe it was the fact that that cannibal chef was gone that Charlie had time to promote that idea of hers? 

This would be his first appearance since 7 years ago. He kept his presence gone from the public eye just to hide his connection and fancy towards you. If demons knew you had his soul, who knows what danger you’d be in? He can’t let that happen to you. No, you were the kind soul that saved him and gave him a place to belong. Truly belong

Never had he felt such a sense of comfort around someone so lazy and chill. The fact that you were average but powerful in your right that you humble yourself to blend in with others. To live your afterlife as you please and like without a care in the world. So long as your interest was sated

He just couldn’t help but want to be yours. You deserve it, after all

But now. Now he had to provide his attention and care to some princess’ dream! What joke is this?!

Were you sending him away because he wasn’t strong enough? You limited his powers to see if he could still be as strong as before. Was that the reason? What other demon held your attention? As far as he knew. You have no interest in forming connections. He was the first one you actually cared for and hosted your home for! You don’t even own other souls and you’re strong!

He was your only one. Only!

In front of the hotel, he knocked rhythmically, waiting patiently for the door to be opened and for him to introduce himself. He’ll show you. “Hel—” The door closed shut in his face before it opened again, “-lo!”

His ears twitched as he heard the ruckus inside. These souls don’t deserve your time and attention spent on them, he’ll deal with the problem like always and return to your side. He’ll show you just how powerful and cruel he is and can be

The door opened again and he introduced himself with his plan in mind. “Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, princess. Quite a pleasure!”

Note: I really really didn't mean to do this so long... I could have put it into 2 parts, but I was too lazy to. There was actually some more I wanna add, but then it will be a literal essay. Anyways~ How you like this one?

Circe Y.

Other Works: MASTERLIST

Taglist:

@aconfusedwonderland

@crowleysthings

@donustellaron

[estrellami-1]

Steddie Week 2024

July 6th Prompt: Dizzy

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 7

@steddie-week

Steve stands up, and that’s where it all goes wrong.

His intent was to grab more drinks from the fridge, but when he stood, he blinked a few times. “Whoa,” he murmurs.

“Steve?” Robin asks. She sounds like she’s at the end of a long tunnel.

“Steve?” Eddie asks. He sounds closer, but not as close as he should.

“‘M fine,” he says, “jus’ dizzy.”

Then he’s waking up in the hospital. “What,” he asks, then doesn’t complete the thought because Robin and Eddie are both standing over him, one on each side, holding each of his hands, and he’d feel so much love if he could feel anything besides general panic because- “I can’t hear you,” he says, breathing picking up. “I can’t- please, I- I need-”

Eddie shuts up, staring at him with wide eyes, and after a second of hesitation, places Steve’s hand, palm down, on his chest. He takes deep, purposeful breaths, and Steve can feel his hand moving, feel the breaths, feel his heartbeat-

He takes a breath. Another. Another. By that time, Nancy had gotten a doctor.

Later, he’ll learn this is something they’d been watching for, but couldn’t be sure of until he woke up. Later, he’ll learn that Eddie lays awake at night, sometimes, hearing the sound Robin makes.

All he knows right now is how to keep breathing, how to keep holding Robin’s hand, how to believe he’ll be okay, because he has to.

He has to.

He stays with Eddie upon his release, because they’re together most days anyways, and it’s a certain kind of torture on Steve’s heart because Eddie’s started carrying around a notebook and a pen just to write to Steve whatever he was gonna say, and Steve doesn’t think he could love another person more than he did, but here’s the proof, apparently.

They’re sharing a bed, because Wayne had previously called their couch “older than Jesus,” and Steve lasted for all of an hour on it before slipping into Eddie’s room.

The good thing about sharing a room is it helps curb the nightmares for a time.

Eventually, though, they come back with a vengeance.

Steve’s laying in bed, like he does every night, when he rolls over to face Eddie. “Eddie?” He asks. Eddie’s always last to sleep, so Steve’s not hesitant about asking, except Eddie doesn’t answer.

“Eddie?” He asks again, jostling Eddie’s shoulder a bit.

Suddenly he shoots up in the air, and Steve bites back a yell.

Suddenly there’s a voice that sounds like it’s coming from everywhere and nowhere, reverberating off the corners of the room, echoing louder and louder. You took everything from me. Eddie’s arms snap, and Steve yells, scrambles up, music, except what’s his favorite song—that puppet one, metal, come on brain, think—but there’s nothing here but country, bluegrass, stuff Wayne likes, and Steve turns to watch the blood drain from Eddie’s face as another gristly crunch echoes, louder than anything so far. So I’ll take everything from you!

Something reaches out for him, grabs his shoulder, and he yells, twists around, pushes away, hard enough he falls on the ground. He opens his eyes to see Eddie on his bed, Steve sitting just off it, eyes wide and hand reaching to help, stalled halfway. Illuminated by the lamp, too, which wasn’t on half a second ago.

Steve blinks at him, looks at the room. No floating Eddie in the middle of it.

“Dream?” He asks. Eddie nods. He stifles the sob and practically launches himself onto the bed, into Eddie’s arms, lets himself shake apart because he can.

Eventually he feels reverberating in Eddie’s chest that he knows means words, means speaking, so he looks up at Eddie, who’s looking at the door.

He turns to look, too, and sees Wayne. “S-sorry,” he tries, still sniffling.

Wayne shakes his head at him, walks into the room, sits on the edge of the bed. Offers his arms out in a hug.

Steve thought he was done crying. Trust Wayne to prove him wrong, because he’s tearing up all over again as he leans into Wayne.

His new position means he can see Eddie, who points at him, makes a talking motion with his hand, then points at himself and Wayne. Steve frowns. “You… want me to tell you?”

Eddie points at Steve again, insistently, and Steve understands: your choice.

“I can,” he agrees. “We were in bed and I was tryin’a talk to you, but you didn’t answer, and I kept trying to get your attention, but suddenly you- you were up in the air, and your arms and legs broke, and a voice—it was Vecna, I didn’t recognize it in the dream—said I’d taken everything from him so he was gonna take everything from me. And I was trying to find music, but I couldn’t remember the name of your favorite song, and the only stuff in here was Wayne’s stuff, country and bluegrass and stuff like that, and…” he sighs out a broken sob. “I couldn’t save you.”

Eddie reaches for his hand, but suddenly that’s not enough, he needs to be able to feel his heartbeat, have his breathing move Steve’s hand, so he tips over into Eddie again, gets his hand on his chest and his face in the side of his neck.

Eddie says something, but before Steve can move Wayne’s got a comforting hand on his back. He removes it after a minute, and Steve can feel the shift in the bed of him getting up, but before he can mourn the loss, Eddie’s got his arms wrapped around Steve as he carefully lowers them back down. He rubs a hand up and down Steve’s spine, slips the other into Steve’s hair.

Steve falls asleep like that.

He wakes up in almost the same position. He tries to apologize, but Eddie waves him off, hands him some clothes and points to the bathroom before pointing to himself and miming cooking.

Steve’s heart clenches at the thought. “Okay,” he whispers.

Robin comes over later, and they sit on the front steps as he recounts what had happened. “He’s just so sweet,” he sighs. “And I’m an idiot who’s letting my heart get involved.”

Robin wraps an arm around his shoulders and kisses his temple. It doesn’t help as much as he’d hoped it would, but he appreciates the gesture anyways.

Later she leaves, and Eddie pulls out his dedicated Steve Notebook.

I’ve got a friend in Indy who knows sign language. I could give her a call, if you want? He writes, and again Steve’s all but overcome with love for this man.

Instead of anything he wants to do, he just nods. Eddie grins and hops up to use the phone.

He’s back in a couple of minutes, collapses onto the couch with the notebook before furiously scribbling and handing it to Steve.

I spoke to my friend. She says sorry and it sucks, first of all. Steve snorts and nods. She’s willing to talk to you, get you started, maybe even get you some books. Does tomorrow work?

Steve gapes up at Eddie. “Tomorrow?”

Eddie nods and grins, then points at Steve in a gesture Steve knows has come to mean you decide.

“That would be great,” he says. “Seriously, I- thank you, Eddie.”

Eddie waves him off, but Steve can see the happy little blush on his cheeks.

They head out the next day. It’s probably twenty minutes into the drive, and even with Eddie sitting next to him in the driver’s seat, it feels lonely. He never realized how much he’d miss the sound of tires on asphalt. He wasn’t ever truly into music, like Eddie is, but he misses the radio. He misses the wind rushing past, the silence that’s possible to share when both people can hear-

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until Eddie’s pulled over, a hand on his cheek and a concerned expression on his face. “Sorry,” he tries. Eddie shakes his head, presses his palm more firmly to Steve’s cheek. “Fuck,” he mutters. “‘S stupid. Just… felt alone. I dunno. There’s, like, a million little things you hear every day that you don’t think about, like the way your hands tap the steering wheel when you turn, or the way your clothes shift and rub against each other, and it’s all silent now, and there’s not even music, and-” he takes a deep, shaky breath. Lets it out as evenly as he can. “I just… felt really alone all of a sudden.”

Eddie brushes his thumb along Steve’s cheekbone as he thinks. Suddenly, he grins and moves his hand, shoving a tape into the deck and cranking the sound. He demonstratively puts his hand on the door. Steve laughs and does the same, gasping when he feels the vibrations of the song move through him. He can’t tell notes, but it’s something, and then Eddie carefully reaches for his hand, keeps his grip relaxed until Steve smiles at him and tightens his own fingers around Eddie’s. “Thank you,” he whispers.

Eddie smiles, nods, and gets back on the road.

They arrive at his friend’s apartment in no time, and Steve would be jealous at the length of the hug if Eddie didn’t immediately step back to grab Steve’s hand again. Based on his hand motions, he’s introducing Steve.

She asks Eddie something, and he turns bright red, pulling a strand of hair across his face as he glances at Steve before looking back at her and answering.

She invites them in, scribbles on a little chalkboard, and hands it to Steve with a smile. Hi, Steve! My name is Nicole. It’s nice to meet you.

He grins up at her. “It’s nice to meet you, too.”

She takes the chalkboard back, scribbles something else. Eddie tells me you recently lost your hearing. Do you mind me asking about that?

“Not at all,” Steve says, then frowns, somehow just now realizing he doesn’t know the full extent of what happened. “Honestly, all I know is I stood up and got really dizzy, and then I was waking up in the hospital.” He shrugs. “I’ve had a couple of pretty bad concussions, and I guess whatever made me pass out also just… took my hearing.” He shrugs.

Eddie shakes his head, grabs for the chalkboard. Almost. He bites his lip. You passed out, and I wasn’t fast enough. You hit your head on the floor. He looks away, takes a deep breath. I’m sorry.

“That is not your fault, Eds,” Steve tells him firmly. Eddie won’t look him in the eyes, so Steve grabs his chin. “Hey, look at me. Not your fault. I don’t blame you. Okay?”

Eddie shrugs, pointing to himself with a self-deprecating smile, and Steve knows what he’s trying to say. I do.

“Well I don’t,” Steve says. “But if- if you need to hear it. I forgive you, okay?”

Eddie nods, eyes big and wet, and Steve pulls him into a hug.

Eddie suddenly laughs, pulling away to wipe his eyes before saying something to Nicole.

Right. They’re not alone. “Sorry,” he tells her, but she waves him off, handing over the chalkboard again. I think we’ll start on the alphabet today. That way you can at least finger spell what you need, even if it’s slow.

“Sounds good,” he says, and she nods, talking the chalkboard to write the alphabet.

Slowly but surely, she teaches Steve and Eddie the alphabet. They get a little tripped up on some of the letters, most noticeably p and q, until Nicole takes pity on them and makes a p. She uses her other hand to draw a line down both her extended fingers, then tracing her own legs. She taps her thumb, peeking out between the two, and with a mischievous grin, points between Steve and Eddie’s legs.

They share a look and burst out laughing, but they don’t forget those letters again.

By the end of the day, they’ve gotten through the alphabet with enough regularity that Nicole feels they can practice on each other.

Steve pauses before they leave. T-h-a-n-k, then a pause, then y-o-u.

Nicole smiles, presses her fingertips to her lips, then brings her hand down to chest height, palm up. She does the motion again, and Steve copies her, grinning when she nods excitedly.

“Thank you,” he signs and says, grinning even wider when she pulls him into a quick hug before waving at him and Eddie.

They wave back and pile into the van, Steve’s hand in Eddie’s before Steve can practically blink. He smiles, unbearably fond, and squeezes to get his attention before signing, “Thank you.”

Eddie just smiles back, throws the van into reverse, and starts home. 

They practice more while they make dinner, throwing words like spatula and stir and chop around, and Steve didn’t realize learning could be this fun.

He’s watching Eddie stir the broth, hips moving in a little dance to a song only Eddie knows, and his heart is so full, he has to say something before his heart bursts. “I’m gonna say something that’s gonna sound incredibly sappy,” he says. “But just… please just listen until the end? And try not to tease me too much.”

Eddie just smiles, grabs his hand and squeezes, and Steve takes a breath before starting.

“I’m glad it’s you. I’m glad you were there that day, I’m glad you were there when I woke up at the hospital, I’m glad you were there when I realized going home meant being completely alone. I’m glad you made a complete fool of yourself in the hospital lobby, doing charades to let me know I could stay here.” He takes a breath. “I’m glad you have Nicole, because it lets me talk with you easier. I’m glad you never once let me feel like I’m alone, or like I’m going through this alone. I’m glad you’re learning with me. I’m glad you’re making this fun. I didn’t know learning could be fun, but it is with you, and I-” he takes a breath, swallows the three words that want to come out. “I’m glad it’s you,” Steve whispers, “here, at the end of all things.”

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until Eddie’s hands are cradling his cheeks, wiping away tears. Eddie’s just as teary-eyed, though, and he pulls away, looking for the notebook. Please don’t punch me.

Steve looks up, brows furrowed, to watch Eddie spell something. I l-o-v-

That’s as far as he gets before Steve gasps, understanding, or hoping he understands, and pulls Eddie into a kiss.

He pulls back almost immediately to check that’s correct, that that is what Eddie was trying to say, when Eddie pulls him back in, dinner be damned, crowding him in against the counter and doing his best to lick into Steve’s mouth.

Steve lets him, pulling away for a sharp inhale before diving right back in, fingers tight in Eddie’s hair and the back of his shirt, and there’s a sudden vibration that he just knows means Eddie moans, and suddenly he’s dizzy again, but this time he welcomes it, because this time he’s not passing out; this time, he’s dizzy because he’s drunk on love.

[papaya-twinks]

italian blood - l.n - p.2

Warnings: Angst, public shaming (idk what it’s called)

Pairing: Lando Norris x antonelli!fem!reader

Summary: Y/N gets closer with Lando, but that comes with a lot of criticism

part 1

And so you waited at the start of the line, your car placed firmly in the third position, behind Charles, the vibrant green of Alonso’s Aston Martin flashing behind you. Five lights. Out. Your foot slammed on the accelerator, your car jolting into life as you raced forwards, the dash of green behind you closing in further and further and then…back, as you slammed on the brakes, darting forwards. 

Your eyes flickered to your wing mirrors, watching as the Aston Martin fell back behind the orange McLaren, the large four plastered onto the front. “Fuck,” you cursed to yourself, speeding ever forward. DRS - active. Together, your DRA from Charles and Lando’s from you cancelled each other out, pure skill and speed from you and the car could only push this, 

“Y/N, lets manage tyres,” your engineer snapped you out of your rushing thoughts. “I am! I’m trying to keep Norris behind,” you said, edging your car forwards. “No, Y/N, our fight is with the Astons,” you groaned at the words. “Leave me to it,”. You could tell that might annoy Fred, but you had it all planned and laid out in your head. 

You weren’t here to let him past because your engineers told you to. Your fight was and always would be with the leader, and when you beat him, your opponent was the stopwatch. “Box, Box,” the engineer said, your car swerving into the pit lane, hitting down to your limited speed, your pit box illuminated with the flash of red engineers. 

“Y/N, you are 6th, no one in front has pitted,” your engineer confirmed as you sped up, out of the pit lane. “Optimise,”. Those words sent you forwards, your car behind the Mercedes of George Russell, your DRS activating. “Right, we have Piastri, Norris and Verstappen boxing,” you watched as you sped past them, the papaya McLaren of Lando coming behind you, his car accelerating. 

And the course of your undercut worked, you car finishing second behind that of Verstappen’s, Norris behind you. “Fuck yeah!” you grinned, smiling into the radio as you slid into Parc Ferme, your bright red Ferrari standing out alongside the McLaren. “Hey, hey,” a voice said, making you turn around, seeing Lando behind you, “nice one Antonelli,” he winked. 

You smiled at his words, “Weren’t too shabby yourself,” you said with a small laugh. “Aw, thanks,” he punched your arm jokingly. “Wow, Y/N and Lando seem to be getting on well,” you heard th voice of the commentator. You’d experienced this before, the second you showed any sign of friendliness, the media would make it seem like a relationship. 

You followed the other two into the cool down room, Max nodding to you. “Good job, Antonelli,” he said approvingly, as you grinned. “Only a matter of time before I’m the one wearing that,” you pointed at the first place hat on his head. “Yeah? Not if I get it first,” Lando snorted. 

By association, you knew Daniel through Charles, and you were moderately surprised to find yourself reading a message from the Aussie, asking if you wished to join playing paddle with him, Max and Lando. Who were you to say no, right? You were close with Daniel, relatively chill with Max and Lando seemed alright. 

“Hey,” you walked into the court, seeing the three men standing, waiting for you. They were each wearing plain shirts of some sort, and shorts, contrasting your tennis skirt and top, your hair tied back. “Looking ready, Antonelli,” Daniel nodded approvingly as you rolled your eyes, assessing all their outfits. Your eyes landed on Lando’s shirt, relatively loose around the waist and abdomen, but the shirt almost tearing round the biceps. 

You almost had to mentally kick yourself to look away. “Anyways,” you muttered, “teams?”. Instantly, Max stepped towards Daniel, leaving Lando with an offended scoff. “I’m not that bad!” he groaned, rolling his eyes as you laughed. “Maybe I can compensate,” you joked, picking up your racket, a lot smaller than the others, and took your position. 

“Proper tennis stance?” Lando raised an eyebrow at your positioning. “You’re gonna make me look pathetic,” he groaned. “Don’t worry,” you laughed at his words, taking the ball in your hand and serving it. Instantly, Daniel hit it back, onto the edge of Lqndo’s court, luckily, the Brit returning it. “Nice!” you smiled, as Max sent it to you, your wrist flicking it away. 

“Cheers!” he called, the Dutch man sending the object into the middle of your court, your body darting to hit it…exactly what Lando did. You shrieked, feeling your body collide straight into his, your shoulder raised defensively against his chest as you fell back onto your ass. “Aww, someone have a little fall?” Lando cooed, holding his hand out as he smirked at you, 

“Ha ha,” you rolled your eyes, shaking your head as Max and Daniel cackled at the pair of you. You stood up, taking his hand as he yanked you up, surprisingly easily.  “Jesus, you don’t weigh a thing,” he muttered, taking his racket again. “Stay on your side this time!” you huffed, the small ghost of a smile jumping to your face. ?Yes ma’am,” he nodded. 

Lando 🍑: sorry for knocking u over 🥶

Y/N: u should be 🫵😡

Lando 🍑: 😢😢

Y/N: yeah u deserve to cry 😨

Almost everything you how did as a Formula One driver was practically monitored, by fans or the media - so when you followed Lando and he followed you back on instagram, the media went wild, dating allegations thrown around. And you were hardly surprised by the email you found on your phone as you sat in your Monaco apartment, your brother busying round the kitchen. 

To Y/N Antonelli, 

Hey, this is your media team. We’ve decided it’s best you leave your following with Lando alone, but maybe not interact as much as you have been with him. We also need you to release a statement about it. 

Thanks,

Your PR Team 

You rolled your eyes, half groaning at the email. Wow, the second you got along with anyone, it changed the course of peoples LIVES, it seemed. You didn’t want to drop Lando as a friend, but it seemed you were forced to. You published the statement as you were told to, almost begrudgingly as you groaned, ignoring Lando’s messages. 

Lando 🍑: y/n 

Lando 🍑: what’s ur statement thing about?

Lando 🍑: y/n?

Lando 🍑: is it about me? don’t ignore me 

Y/N: it’s best we don’t talk for a while.

You hated sending that, the entire 15 seconds it took to type that, was like pure hell to you. Pushing Lando away wasn’t something you wanted to do, you didn’t want to leave him or drop him as a friend. But that was the life of a Formula One driver. It wasn’t your own life. And you could hardly live either yourself. 

Hey, I’ve been seeing a few posts about some dating rumours. I would just like to say, I’ve been following every other driver since my contract was revealed - and I followed Lando due to a paddle game we had. Creating rumours because you’re bored is pretty time wasting. 

[tteokbin]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ [bunny] - 수빈.

☆ -> sub!soobin (ot5) x dom!reader

content -> ot5 x reader, reader is the 6th member of txt, fluff..the most fluff i’ve ever written and i’m doing it for the sake of plot !1!, uhh stuffie humping (?), spitting in mouth, degradation, choking (cause its not a cherriescheol fic without choking), mxm, cumming inside anddd uhh idk 🤔 that’s it i think

note -> okay soz this will be a series of all the members, i’m gonna make a masterlist for it when i finish all of them probably. i’m scared on how this will do or if people will even enjoy it but ik there’s people dying for more sub!txt content and i am here to provide 😼 ngl i also forgot who rooms with who and if soobin was the only one with a singular room so i just went off what i’ve heard recently. also soobin is blonde in this because i will never get over blonde soobin i miss him v much.

pt 2 of my ot5 poly txt au

It’s around 10:30 at night when you and the boys get home from a long day of non stop practice, clumsily taking off their shoes, slipping into house slippers and hanging their jackets. beomgyu clings to your waist as you both waddle towards the kitchen.

You turn to him once there and cup his face with both hands, taking note of the scattered fading blemishes he had on his cheeks. beomgyu let’s his long lashes flutter against his cheekbones as he enjoyed the warmth of your palms. “did you drink enough water today, puppy?” you ask as you brush his bangs out of his eyes, noting that his hair grew longer since he last cut it.

He hums and just purs into your hands instead of answering and his reluctance to respond to you properly gives you your answer. you pull away from his embrace despite his whine and pour him a glass of water with ice. “drink this and go take care of your skin, okay? And make sure you don’t go to sleep in the clothes you’ve been in all day.”

You watch him nod with a pout then pucker his lips out for a kiss. you roll your eyes but give him a chaste kiss anyway. he giggles into your lips and moves to deepen it but you pluck yourself away before he can try. “c‘mon pup your gonna be tired in the morning if you don’t go now.”

turning him around you usher him out the kitchen with the glass in hand and towards his bedroom while he huffs out small ‘okay, okay’s and pads off to his room. just as he leaves yeonjun comes in the kitchen to get a water bottle out the fridge before grinning fondly at the scene. he places his bottle on the counter before wrapping his arms around your neck and scattering wet kisses all over your face and stopping at your mouth.

“you did so good today Jagi. looked so sexy dancing. Just wanted you to take me right there..” yeonjun murmurs against your lips. he watches you smile and lean to knock your forehead with his before licking his nose.

he sputters and groans while you move to squeeze his ass with a laugh. “ Thank you pretty boy, i was watching you too and you did amazing,” you peck his plump lips and lock eyes with him, “As always.” Normally he’d agree with a smug ‘of course, i’m always amazing.’ but seeing the genuinely loving look glaze over your eyes has him looking away and blushing like a little boy.

“T-Thank you..” he stutters, all of a sudden feeling shy and hot. he looks over your shoulder at the time on the microwave and remembers how late it is. Yeonjun grabs his forgotten water bottle and pecks your lips again before uttering a dreamy goodnight and a reminder to visit the maknaes then heads off to bed.

You grab another water bottle from the fridge before heading off to their room, as well as grabbing a stray molang plushie off the couch. upon approaching the boys room you can tell their both already laying down with the lights off due to the quiet sounds of youtube videos through the crack of their door.

After delivering a knock you enter their room and see taehyun watching his phone while in bed, kai seemingly already asleep facing his mountain of plushies. you pad over to taehyun as he smiles at you over his phone, “hyung!” he quietly exclaims before dropping his phone and opening his arms wide for a hug. you chuckle while setting down the water bottle on the stand next to his bed and dropping the stuffed bunny on the floor.

Engulfing him in a hug, you press warm kisses in the sensitive crook of his neck. Taehyun squeaks and pulls you away to watch the amused curl of your lips. “how was your day today prince?” you unravel one arm from him to lay next to him and rub a thumb over his faint eyebags, “ my baby looks so tired.”

He places a hand over yours and presses into his cheek, closing his eyes prettily, much like beomgyu. “I’m okay, hyung. My day was tiring but i got through it like always.” he opens his big boba eyes to gaze at you with an adorable grin, corner of his eyes crinkling in fondness at your concern, “you don’t have to worry about me. plus, i did good today, right?”

He watches you expectantly, huge eyes anticipating the praise he craves from you so dearly. “Yes my prince, you did so good. My good boy.” you pur. Taehyun visibly vibrates at your words, brightly beaming at you with his adorable dimple poking out from his cheek. He lurches forward and connects your lips, kiss filled with joy and happy emotions.

taehyun presses against you and hooks a leg around your waist, pulling you on top of him to smother him into the bed. he moans happily into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your neck to get as close as possible as if you were to let go. you prod at his soft lips with your tongue and he happily lets you. humming into his mouth as he sucks your appendage then proceeds to slot against your lips once more.

You press him further into the mattress, rolling your hips down into him as he whines into you. your about to grind into him once more when you hear a sleepy voice from across the room;“hyung?”

you part from taehyun at the sound, resisting the urge to destroy him when you see him laying beneath you with such a hazy ‘fuck me’ look strewn across his dazed features. mouth wet and slightly swollen and tank top disheveled enough to where a brown nipple peaks from the side. you reluctantly turn your head to the side and see kai rubbing his eye then gazing at you both from his bed, “Me too.. please?”

his pretty eyes almost hypnotize you towards him in the dark room, the light from taehyuns forgotten phone the only thing allowing you to see his dreamy features. “c’mere then.” you beckon him over from your position, both you and taehyun watching him hop out of bed and shuffle over towards the both of you.

Kai stands in front of the bed, playing with his own fingers and waits patiently as you look over him. he’s in his boxers and a old pokémon tee that’s stretched at the collar, showing a good part of his bare chest and collarbones. you sit up on your knees with taehyun still between your legs, reaching for kai’s neck and bringing his face to yours.

“lay next to me baby,” you whisper, letting him crawl over you and tyun before settling on the opposite side, both boys now sandwiching you on the bed. he faces you and slots your thigh between his while he stares at your lips with desperate eyes, so so cute and obvious about what he wants.

you giggle and lean forward, pressing your lips against his wet ones. you both sigh into the kiss, licking at each other as his squeaky moans muffle into your mouth. you bite his bottom lip, sucking his tongue when he opens his mouth to moan loudly in surprise.

Kai starts subconsciously grinding against your thigh, pulling away by an inch to pant hot breathes against your face. “ah.. hyung,” he pauses to whine, “please— touch me, p-please touch me hyung!” kai whimpers, humping your leg with more fever.

taehyun watches kai from beside you, squirming with his own need and whining quietly under his breath, he wants your attention on him too. tyun places a hand on your navel, trailing his hand lower until he’s hitting the waistband of your sleep shorts. A hand gropes at the half-hard bulge forming between your legs, fondling in slow up and down movements.

He pants at the thought of having it in his mouth. tight, hot mouth suckling on the delicious head, gagging and choking on your delicious cock while stuffing his throat full. big wonderful eyes glossing over with the need to bury it deep inside him. he moves to slide his hand inside your pants to finally fish out what he’s been craving when he feels a hand on his wrist.

Taehyun snaps his head up towards you, realizing that you’ve long stopped playing with kai— in return letting him hump the air with his tongue out like a mutt. “Uh-uh tyunnie. I didn’t say you could touch, now did i?” you tut, moving his hand away and sitting up between both boys. “ You boys are so dirty. Can’t just kiss without getting drunk for my cock, hm?”

Both of them move to sit up along with you but you push them back down and shake your head with a faux sympathetic look. “If both of you want to cum so bad why don’t you play with each other? hyung is busy.” you move to go off the bed, picking up the stuffed molang plushie and placing it between the both of them. Hyuka immediately starts grinding his hips into the poor plush, pressing it into taehyun by doing so.

“A-Ah, hyung! Don’t be mean.” he stutters out. hyuka clings to his body, steadily grinding his hips into the stuffed animal, the force of his thrusts pushing it into tyuns neglected hard on as well. kai’s heavy tongue licks into taehyuns neck, causing him to whine and squeeze his eyes shut from the pleasure. “h-hyunggg,” he mewls out of habit. though he’s long forgotten you left him as you slip out of his room, quietly closing the door.

At the entrance of soobins room you stand in the dark, the door is shut behind you but you make no move to leave your spot. across the room soobin lays in his bed with his headphones on and head practically sucked into his phone.

his legs slightly hang off the long edge of the bed, toes curling and uncurling in tandem with each other. your eyes trail a bit higher, landing on the very noticeable bulge twitching through his boxers. every once in a while his hips would jut up into the air, hopelessly seeking friction.

you smile to yourself at his eagerness, deciding to end his pitiful suffering. soobin nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels your hand cup him through his underwear— slamming his phone on the bed and ripping his headphones off.

“H-Hyung!” without the light of his phone you could only make out his wide doe eyes staring at you in surprise. you giggle and flick on his bedside lamp letting the light illuminate as much as it could. soobins flushed cheeks are more prominent this way, his cute ears practically dyed red and blonde hair messily unkept with strands sticking every direction.

You squeeze at his bulge, snapping him out of his surprised state and causing a cute whine to slip out his lips. “What are you watching that got you so worked up, bunny?” as soon as the pet name leaves your lips his hips twitch harshly upwards. your teasing grin widens at the action, groping him tighter and leaning down to lick a stripe up his neck.

“aah, y-yeonjunie hyung sent me a video of him playing with—“ he cuts himself off with a gasp when you suck on a particularly sensitive part of his neck, “ah! ah! his toys!! playing with his toys—!” soobin trembles in your hold, resisting the urge to curl away from your actions.

His toys hm? i’ll remember that. “Your supposed to tell me when they send you stuff like this bunny, shouldn’t Binnie get punis-“

“No!” soobin practically yelped upon hearing the word, he hates getting punished. He’s so eager to please that he barely ever acts out, unlike beomgyu and taehyun, but when he is punished he’s immediately fucked out and trying to redeem himself. “Bunny’s been good! S-So good!! bunny didn’t touch himself at all, jus watched Jjunie-hyung! Don’t want t’be puni-“

Suddenly, your hand latched onto his throat, pressing down tightly and pulling a harsh gasp out of him. Soobin immediately looked at your face above him, dark and ticked with anger.

“Did I say you could talk over me, Mutt?” Your palm dug deeper into his neck and angled his head to the side, bracing his flushed cheek towards you. “Can’t fucking talk now can you huh? Dumb bunny, nothing in this head right? Just a pretty face who can't just listen to his hyung." Soobin nodded along with every word as you bring your other hand up and press down on his lower lip, watching him loll his tongue out on instinct.

Soobin stared up at you the best he could through dazed eyes, drool beginning to leak from the side of his mouth. "You want it, don't you?" you whisper, daring him to speak through choked gasps. Soobin nodded his head to the best of his ability, sticking his tongue out farther while pleading with his eyes; yes, yes yes give it to me, please.

Your hand firmly holds open his jaw as you spit harshly into his mouth. "Swallow it." you let go of his throat and watch him gulp down his treat, letting out gasped ‘thank you's’ as he catches his breath. Soobin opens his mouth again proudly showing that he swallowed like you told him to.

You pull and snap the band of his boxers back onto his skin, “Off, now.” and Soobin scrambles to shrug the clothing down his lanky legs. He instinctively curls his legs up to his chest, veiny arms hooking under both his knees, baring his ass to you with a soft whine.

An adorable heart shaped plug rests snugly between soobins unmarked cheeks, “ Oh, fuck bunny..” you whisper in awe, slowly easing the plug out while watching his hole stretch around the wide base.

Soobin whined long and high pitched, throwing his head back into the pillow. “ Ahh please!! Please hyung!” he mindlessly begged, keening when he felt the plug being fucked in and out of him lewdly.

Soobin loudly wails when you finally pull it out of him, letting out a heavy sigh of pleasure when he feels two of your fingers circle around his rim. “ M’ready, m’ready hyung please fuck me! b-bunny’s been a good boy!”

you chuckle at the impatient tone in his voice, sinking your fingers into him and pumping deliciously against his walls. you don’t know how much longer you can resist him yourself, still tight gummy insides just begging to swallow your cock whole.

reluctantly slipping your fingers out of him and leaning back, you pull your sleep shorts down to your knees along with your boxers. You spit into your hand, fisting along the shaft while soobin drools at the sight.

His toes curl once he feels the wet tip prod at his hole and slowly push into him. He fights the urge to close his eyes instead of watching every inch of you sink inside him. “Oh, please..” Soobin whines out. Every single ridge and vein of your meaty cock deliciously dragging against his walls until you bottom out, leaving him twitching and breathless—barely able to speak from being so full.

With his pouty lips permanently held open in a silent moan and his doe eyes fighting back tears, Soobin silently pleads to start moving. You narrow your eyes at him for daring to ask anything when he’s pissed you off already, slowly pulling out until just the tip throbs inside of him and slamming your hips forward— dragging a loud wail out of him.

Your hips move like clockwork; heavily pounding him into the mattress with a bruising grip on his meaty thighs, each thrust pumping into him harder than the last and knocking the air out of soobins throat.

“So pretty, bunny.” you groaned out, angling your hips as deep as possible until your thighs ached. Soobin sobbed and let go of his legs, hands digging into the sheets next to his head. “ So fucking good.” you pushed forward until your chest was flush against his— as close as you could get with his knees pressing to his shoulders.

The new angle served as the perfect position for your cock to ram straight into his prostate, a loud squeal immediately flying out of his lips. “Hyung— oh my god..!” Soobins back arched as deep as it possibly could while being pressed into the bed, hands grabbing onto your back, hard. “Fuck it’s—! it’s sho good! sso good hyung, don’t stop! please ffuck me harder! Aaah..”

Soobin practically screams each time you pummel against that sweet spot inside of him, legs kicking wildly in the air. “Bunny— fuck m’ gonna cum soon, shit!” you moan into his ear. soobin can barely speak in response. His eyes rolled back into his head as his hips bucked up into you the best he could, dumb cock twitching frantically between your bodies.

You quickly sit up and lay each of his legs on either side of your hips, his hands instantly flying to his flushed nipples. you lean back and resume your thrusts but this time fucking straight into his prostate. Each thrust tightening the band threatening to snap in his lower tummy, leaving his swollen dick bobbing helplessly with the force.

“C-Cum for me Bunny, make hyung proud.” It only took one of your hands fisting his throbbing tip to have him crying out a broken ‘c-cumming!’ and making a mess of himself all over his abdomen. You follow soon after him, burying deep and shooting your load into his warm insides, collapsing onto his wet chest.

Both of you start to doze off in each other sticky mess, even though you should get up and clean it before a staff member finds the both of you like this. Soobin mumbled quiet ‘i love you’s’ into your sweaty hair, dragging his tired limbs up and down your scratched back. Before your mind can teeter off into the sweet relief of sleep you press tender kisses against his pecs, playfully licking at his nipple and giggling at his sensitive whine.

The both of you are snoring by the time soobins phone pings with multiple messages from the groupchat:

Beommie 🧸

god are you guys FINALLY finished??

thought you guys were gonna fuck all night, jesus.

guys???

oh so now your quiet

holy shit don’t tell me tyun and kai are going at it to

omg you horndogs!

jjunie hyung 🫶🏼

just go to sleep beoms.

…

actually, come over

hearing them got me all needy

Beomie 🧸

🫡

[leonardalphachurch]

so i was inspired by @rvbrarepairweekdos to see what the least common ships on ao3 are but i couldnt really find a good way to sort that so. i made a spreadsheet.

nothings really all that surprising, but theres some interesting stuff here! such as:

there are 194 ships with only 1 tag. the most surprising to me was lopez/simmons. youd think there'd more than just one, with the actually having a pretty interesting canon dynamic and all. the one that hurt the most is temple/tucker........ i mean i know im also not writing it but T-T

the highest ship that made me go "huh?" was delta/maine at 66th. i guess guns for hire was very popular, wasnt it.

wash is absolutely the fandom bicycyle; he has the most tags, the most ships, and the most unique pairings.

grimmons is 1st in terms of number of tags, which puts simmons and grif and 3rd and 4th, respectfully, but in terms of ships theyre all the way down at tying for 14th. grimmons makes up 94% of grif and simmons' tags. the next highest ship for grif and simmons after grimmons is simmons/wash at 49th and grif/tucker at 54th. people really dont ship those two with anyone else, huh!

tuckington makes up ~47% of wash's tags and ~73% of tucker's tags. he also only has ~64% of the amount of ships wash does. free my boy tucker he deserves to slut it up.....

andersmith has the largest discrepancy re: number of tags to number of ships, going from 49th to 32nd (+17). other notable differences are simmons going from 3rd to 14th (-11), allison going from 27th to 39th (-12), south going from 16th to 7th (+9), and caboose going from 14th to 6th (+8).

there are 210 M/M ships, 116 M/F, and 43 F/F. M/M has 8253 tags, M/F has 2481, and F/F has 659. the most popular f/f ship is south/ct, coming in at 13th, with kimball/carolina close behind at 14th. the next f/f doesnt come until 45th with carolina/grey. not a very sapphic heavy fandom are we...

this was gathered using this page on ao3 on 8/9/2024. the data i have is based on how many TAGS a ship has, not how many FICS it has. some people tag their fics with the same ship in multiple ways. i dont really have anyway to sort that out with the method i used. is there a better way to get data about ships? maybe! but this was made MOSTLY just because i had so much fun playing with the data and spreadsheets and organizing. im probably gonna keep playing around with the sheet bc i have fun with data but im not sure if im going to add more ships in. maybe like a year from now. i dont really have a good way to clean the data except semi manually so.

[alienpossession]

Teaser

I don't know which one will become a full feature, but these pictures clearly worked wonder in my mind so I need to draft it quick

#1 Bonding with my Brother

"Stop pouting, and start opening that mouth, you know you can't resist this,"

#2 The Narcissist

Right when I started to climb his body, his sister walked into the bathroom and practically disturbed his self-worshipping session. And all just because she asked him which dresses look better on her. I seized that chance to get closer to his navel, my way of entrance, and after this dense aromatic bushes of hair, I can slither my way in

#3 Options

"You'll have your turn, dude, easy. Or, do you want me to get you inside his older cousin? He is even bigger than me, you know? Not to mention that hunk of an uncle, so many good options!"

#04 Getting Used To

Even after a whole night sleep, my body is still fucking sore! But fuck, I still need to face the day anyway, it's been 3 days with no contact to the outside world whatsoever. People definitely going to get worried if they haven't heard anything from him for this long

#05 In A Rush

"Can you fucking hurry? I need to get back to the locker room ASAP, y'know? Please make this quick, I'm begging you, I need you controlling me and using my body as you pleased, and I know you want to win the match as much as I want to prove how perfect you are blending in among humans, right? So c'mon, what are you waiting for?

#06 Carpool Infection

Guess his exhibitionist and forceful tendencies affected me more than I expected. When I shoot my spunk later down this guy's throat, he'll be the 6th young stud I converted into my extension. They will do anything I said with no questions ask while maintaining their facade as if they are not just obedient and mindfucked human with no independent thinking whatsoever. And to think that this guy sucking me on is a biochem major and soon to be magna cum laude graduate, tough luck for him.....but hey, he'll be in perpetual bliss under my control

Which short prompt you want to be expanded? Comment down below!

[utilitycaster]

How can Molly's death be considered a major mistake? It's the crux of the entire campaign.

so I think about this a lot, because you're right, and it really comes down to like...a lot of factors in how people interact with fiction, and some stuff I feel about fandom.

The short answer is that Molly is some people's favorite character, and they really wanted to watch him for 141 episodes and not just 26, and they didn't get to, and so it's valid to feel sad about that. But I think what personally grinds my gears is the idea that it's a mistake and because this is a Fan Favorite character he SHOULD have come back. Setting aside the fact that he had both his fans and his detractors from the start and a lot of people (myself included) who found him irritating didn't say much for a good chunk of C2 because, well, he was dead, this isn't a fucking competitive reality show. You don't get to vote on your phones to decide who wins a resurrection.

I think the longer answer is that there is a certain type of person in fandom, born of a certain type of person in social media communities, who just...is not willing or interested in considering not just that their experiences, preferences, and philosophy are not universal, but also that they are not objectively best and correct and that everyone who disagrees is wrong. It's often really common in, though not exclusive to, people who have particularly limited experiences - young (like, teenager/early 20s), people who haven't lived in a diverse area or in multiple different areas, people who for whatever reason do not get out much - which both makes sense (haven't been exposed to a ton of different perspectives irl) but also means that you get people who, for all they may talk about global politics, kind of unconsciously seem to act as though everyone they interact with online is a variant of someone from the same 3000 person town in the United States in which they've spent all 21 years of their life. ANYWAY getting back to the main point I feel like Molly attracted a lot of that kind of person, who just...doesn't get that while Molly is, to them, a deeply validating expression of gender identity, for many people he is "guy you meet at your friend's birthday party in a two-bedroom 6 floor walk up and within 5 seconds he has pissed you off so profoundly with his overfamiliarity that you go into the kitchen and mainline as much vanilla vodka as possible to not stab this guy with a secondhand knife that says "CHEESE!" on it even though you hate vanilla vodka and it's summer in NYC and you're on the 6th floor in a small apartment with too many people so it's approximately 117 degrees Fahrenheit in this kitchen and the vodka isn't much cooler, and you succeed in this goal, and then after sending your friend who couldn't make it because they were at a family thing that weekend a picture of a rat on the tracks of the 3 train with a caption "this u?" at 1:54 in the morning you're like "so this guy Molly was there" and they're like "oh my god I met him at Cameron's last party, he SUCKS" and you're like "I KNOW". Like a lot of people just do not get that Molly was very popular with their circle, and also a lot of people either were neutral-to-not-feeling-it. This is before we get into the post-death idealization of who he was that takes him from "irritating but I think he'd have grown on me in some ways eventually had he lived" to "horrible and insufferable fake-ass bitch."

And then we get to the true impasse: the idea that something that does not fulfill every single one of your personal wishes might still be a great story.

I'm certainly not perfect, and there's things I thought I wanted for the end of C2 that I didn't get, and there's some things I do wish we'd have gotten to see (or that we'd have done in C3), but I like to think that I try to remain at least partially open to the possibilities. I like to think that my enjoyment of a story isn't contingent on whether one single character survives, even if they are my favorite (and I say this as someone whose favorite ASOIAF character was immediately Ned Stark, a statement that should surprise no one who follows me) nor that the story precisely reaffirms my existing worldview. I want stories to tell me something new and interesting that wouldn't come from my own head, and I want them to sell me on it. I think that a lot of people lost the thread of the importance of representation, namely, they forgot that while it's great to see people like you in a story, you should also be trying to see people not like you and perspectives that aren't yours. I am extremely defensive of my and other people's right to say "I didn't like this story and here is why" without someone being like "Give it a chance! Here's why I think it's good" but at the same time, there is a difference between "I really wish Molly had stayed alive and I don't like that he died," and "everything that happened after he died was A Mistake because it wasn't what I Wanted, and someone should fix this." Like that's what toddlers do. That's not an adult way of interacting with narrative.

So those people don't even get to the point of "the entire campaign is deeply influenced by the loss of Molly; that is what binds the rest of the Nein together and makes them what they are; the fact that Lucien wears the face of a departed friend is crucial to the entire final arc comprising about 20% of the campaign; and the fact that he does not come back, but someone new, with new chances and new choices to make does is emblematic of a campaign about people who find that they cannot undo their pasts, but neither are they trapped or damned by them." They're stuck at "guy I liked died and I'm throwing a tantrum 6 years later."

[pottedplant53]

Twisted Wonderland Birthdates/Birthyears, In Order.

A comprehensive list of each TWST character’s exact birthdate, in order, down to the year + their ages. This will be going off of Twisted Wonderland’s release date, (2020), and not the current year (2023 at the time of writing). Contains chapter 7 spoilers.

- I’m aware that the Japanese school year starts in April instead of September, but for some reason my brain refused to process this so I ended up doing these based around the school year cut-off being September. I decided to post it anyway, since I’m pretty sure most of it’s still accurate, though I may do a Japanese version at some point!

--------------------------------------------------------------------

Lilia – Unknown, 1321. Chosen date is January 1st, 1321. (699 Years Old).

Silver – Unknown, 1621. Chosen date is May 15th, 2003. (299 - 300 Years Old, mentally 16 - 18).

Malleus – January 18th, 1842. (178 Years Old).

Leona – July 27th, 2000. (20 Years Old).

Trey – October 25th, 2001. (18 Years Old).

Rook – December 2nd, 2001. (18 Years Old).

Idia – December 18th, 2001. (18 Years Old).

Cater – February 4th, 2002. (18 Years Old).

Vil – April 9th, 2002. (18 Years Old).

Jamil – September 12th, 2002. (17 Years Old).

Jade - November 5th, 2002. (17 Years Old).

Floyd - November 5th, 2002. (17 Years Old).

Azul – February 24th, 2003. (17 Years Old).

Ruggie – April 18th, 2003. (17 Years Old).

Kalim – June 25th, 2003. (17 Years Old).

Riddle – August 24th, 2003. (17 Years Old).

Ace – September 23rd, 2003. (16 Years Old).

Jack – October 11th, 2003. (16 Years Old).

Sebek – March 17th, 2004. (16 Years Old).

Epel – May 6th, 2004. (16 Years Old).

Deuce – June 3rd, 2004. (16 Years Old).

Ortho – August 14th, 2011 - 2013. (6 - 8 Years Old, mentally 11 - 16).

~Ortho’s age is anonymous, so I had to do some speculations and maths here. I’m going to assume that R!Ortho was 8 years old at the date of his death, and that Idia constructed O!Ortho when he was around 10. This would give their parents plenty of time to start caring about Robortho before the pair left for Night Raven. I’m going to assume that O!Ortho is either 3 years old with the mental state of an 11 year old, or 3 years old with the mental state of a 16 year old (since he joined the first years, albeit as a special exception). Personally I’m leaning more towards the former.

~If Lilia was 300 years old during the war and Silver was a baby at the time (seemingly 0 - 1 years old) then that would mean that his birthyear falls somewhere between 1620 - 1622, most likely 1621. Lilia also states that the day he found Silver was the day that he decided for Silver's birthday, meaning that the odds of May 15th being his real birthday are 1/365. During Silver's identity crisis dream we see what he looked like on the day that Lilia found him, which we've established was May 15th, and he looks to be roughly 6 months old.

It's possible that Lilia thought of this and decided to consider this Silver's 1st birthday, but if that were the case, there's a good 50% chance that Silver has actually been awake for 16 years of his life, which would actually be very clever since Aurora was 16. In the reverse, if Lilia decided to treat the day he found Silver as the day he was born, then there's a 50% chance that Silver is actually 18. Basically what I'm saying is I haven't got a fucking clue-)

------------------------------------------------------------------

Hope you get some use out of it, feel free to correct me if I'm wrong on anything <3

[cometrose]

i’ve got two zhongli origin theories

1. he’s a fallen star or a piece of the sun that fell in teyvat or a sun god/solar chariot

2. hes a servant of celestia but was banished/demoted for disobedience

theory 1 is an old theory but i always feel he’s an astral body of some sorts “planet befall” is his burst name “stars dim light fades” is his namecard description “gold is the tears of the sun” this is what the melusines say after being handed a piece of cor lapis the fact the solar chariot crashed when rex lapis was young and then zhongli is always symbolized by the sun with gold as his signature item. All the other archons (ei, rukkha, nahida, furina etc) are represented by the moon as are many other deities or divinities (azhdaha, guizhong, xiao and ganyu) zhongli is one of the few immortals to fully embody the sun

theory 2 has more to do with his connections to celestia. while super subject to change and not at all reliable i always think about one of zhongli’s beta lines is about celestia and he speaks very fondly of it stating he hasn’t been there is a long time next is the mora he produces with the triquetra symbol associated with celestia

then in chinese it states zhongli was demoted 6000 years ago when he arrived in teyvat as opposed to the eng version of ‘descended’.

In his 5th character story prior to rukkha getting erased it stated that barbatos and morax were the only original members of the seven and now it states that they were the only two in positions of leadership but isn’t that the same thing? not to mention barbatos fell asleep the same time nahida was born so in reality of the original 7 only rex lapis was in a position of leadership and then in the same text later down it still says that “The seven seats changed and again were changed, till five of the seven at the table were all departed” but if he really forgot rukkha shouldn’t it be four not five? this section of text is the same pre and post sumeru so long story short i think he remembers rukkha to some extent so he didn’t come straight from tevyat

and then even though he states he’s eroding he is very confident in his memories likely due to his contracts so i think erosion effects him differently and then their is his connection to the heavenly principles he specifically states erosion was imposed on him by them and then he praises furina for deceiving them and then there is his contract with them that stops him from talking about the cataclysm all in all i believe he’s familiar with the heavenly principles on a deeper level like he’s playing both sides

bonus: i think it’s neat zhongli is always associated with life and creation much like celestia (and the sun), he gave azhdaha eyes and created the archaic petra flower he created whales and eagles and beasts made of stone granted the adepti illumination and a mastery over alchemy

bonus bonus: morax was alive during the age of the 3 moon sisters and there are few stories were it’s implied he mentions them directly anyway this just means he’s far older than 6000 and has lived through numerous tevyat societies so he’s got a very long lifespan not as much as an elemental being but he knows far more about this world

bonus bonus bonus: zhongli’s 6th constellation is “Chrysos, Bounty of Dominator”. Chrysos is latin but is borrowed from ancient greek meaning Gold (Khrysos). Khrysos is a daimon which are lesser divinities in greek mythology and often a personification of abstract concepts. Daimons were great and powerful figures who after their death were granted divinity and some were transformed by Zeus to guide humanity. Khrysos is son of Zeus and the personification of gold and wealth ‘that cannot be devoured by moth or rust’. Son of Zeus? Free of impurities? Tasked with guiding humanity? Very similar to the relationship to the archons and celestia and could mean zhongli has very divine origins.

anyway that’s what i got, as to what he *is* maybe he’s a celestial dragon that got demoted.

or i think about heavenly chinese immortals who, when they commit crimes, or want to grow as a person, may be sent to the human realm to go through trials and suffering that comes with living and guess what zhongli does in his free time.

May he’s a piece of the sun that crashed down in teyvat and got assigned godhood hence his dedication to the future and seeing a new day

[yuhzz]

pizza delivery! - idol mywk.skr x le sserafim 6th member fem!reader

summary: you still haven't confessed to sakura, so she takes the liberty to confess first after getting jealous about a pizza delivery call.

warning: fluff(again). you are an '00 liner.

word count: 1.4k words

==============

it's too obvious. you have a crush on your fellow member, sakura.

everybody knows it, except her.

or maybe she knows that you have a crush on her and she's just waiting for you to make a move about it.

or maybe vice versa.

the only problem was that...

none of the two of you were making a move about it.

today, you (along with the other members) are practicing for your upcoming comeback, unforgiven.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and uh!" yunjin counted as you all danced to the title track.

"w-wait a minute! i'm tired!" eunchae complained and dropped herself to the floor dramatically.

you giggled at her. "get up, manchae. you should at least sit on the couch if you're going to take a break" you said and offered her a hand.

a pout formed on her lips before accepting your hand and walking towards the couch. you chuckled at the youngest before feeling your phone vibrate against your pocket.

since your pants had a zipper securing your pockets, you had to zip it down before you took your phone out.

you raised your eyebrows upon noticing the familiar contact number. and as soon as you accepted the call and heard a voice, a huge smile was plastered on your face.

"hm?" you heard somebody hum behind you. when you turned around, you saw all the members trying their best to hear whoever it was you were talking to.

except for sakura who was quiet beside the other members.

anyway, as soon as you saw them get closer to you, you decided to move to the other side of the room.

"hello?" you asked.

"hello, ma'am? i'm right outside the building" the voice greeted.

"alright, wait. this is the pizza, right?" you tried reconfirming it.

"that is right, ma'am" after getting your reaffirmation, even your eyes were smiling.

"what the...? who has got her smiling like that???" chaewon wondered and tried of thinking of people you're close with who's probably going out on a date with you.

"hmm, maybe minji?"

"nope, minji's going out with hanni"

"maybe bae?"

"bae and jiwoo's got something going on between them"

"how about gaeul unnie?"

"also not her. you know she and yunjin are crushing on each other"

"then who could it possibly be?"

the other girls continued wondering about it, and sakura seemed to have had enough of it all.

so she stomped away aggressively and walks out of the room - slamming the door right behind her - catching you all off-guard.

you raised your eyebrows at them, silently asking about what happened.

however, all of them could only frown and shrug since they also do not know the reason why sakura acted like that.

"is everything okay there, ma'am?"

you heard the pizza delivery man asked.

"yes! yes, everything is completely fine..." you trailed off, slowly getting worried about your fellow member.

"uhm, sir. i'm really sorry about this but, can you just deliver the food up here instead? i know we talked about me picking it up but it just so happened that i have to do something" you apologized and hoped that he would agree so that you could talk to sakura.

"sure thing, ma'am."

"okay, thanks! by the way, the guard will probably ask where your destination will be so if you can, please walk up to him so that i can tell him you're delivering the pizza to us" you said.

the pizza delivery man obliged, walked up to the guard and handed him the phone.

"hello?"

"oh! hyun-seop oppa, the pizza's for us." after hearing your voice, hyun-seop happily replied, "noted on that y/n-ssi".

hyun-seop gave the phone back to the latter.

"hello, ma'am?"

"ah, sir. our dance practice room number is four. just ask the guard about the directions, okay?"

"okay"

he said and you hung up, almost rushing outside to find sakura right after.

"unnie...where are you?" you mumbled while looking around until suddenly, you heard incoherent whispers near the bathroom.

"damn it, i should've known she didn't feel the same" someone cursed.

you raised your eyebrows and wondered who it was. although the familiar voice kinda gave it away already.

as you turned the corner, you saw sakura leaning against the wall.

her hands were inside her pockets whilst her right foot was kicking the air.

she looked cute and you know it.

with a subtle smile, you called her out. "unnie. what are you doing here?" you asked, almost whispering, but it was loud enough for her to hear.

her cheeks suddenly flushed, and now she was trying to compose herself in front of you.

"me? nothing...just...waiting for the restroom to empty out" she lied.

"eh? but no one's inside though..." you pointed out and she just noticed.

"uh..." she trailed off.

noticing that she seemed tense and somehow nervous, you approached her and held her shoulders, caressing them softly, showing her that whatever her problem is, you'll always be there to listen to it. in fact, you were like this even towards the other members but sakura was special.

she held a special place inside your heart.

so even if her problem's about breaking your heart or something, you'd still listen and do everything for her.

because you like her.

wait, no.

scratch that.

you love her.

"unnie, be honest with me. lately, you've been avoiding the other members and i, now, you just simply walked out without context. is there something wrong going on?" you asked her.

you worried even more when she didn't answer.

what is really going on?

"i..." finally, she uttered a word.

"y/n"

"yes, unnie?" you were getting ready.

"i..." she trailed off, building suspense.

you were utterly curious about what she had to say.

and at last, after a few minutes of waiting, she said the words you least expect to come out of her mouth.

"i like you"

she said, examining your face to see what kind of reaction you will have.

you, on the other hand, didn't know what to feel.

is this even real?

your eyes were wide.

"u-unnie" you stuttered, not knowing what to say.

is it really true?

is it true that the person you've been crushing on, likes you back?

"holy- this must be a dream" you mumbled.

"is this only a dream, unnie? are you only a dream? God, my crush like me back in my dream!" you exclaimed, your mouth slightly ajar.

she giggled.

damn.

even her giggle sounds like heaven to you.

just how much have you fallen for this girl, y/n?

"maybe this is just a dream-"

suddenly, you were cut off.

if your eyes were wide then, it sure is wider now.

your stomach started puking butterflies (is it even possible for your stomach to puke butterflies?) when you felt her warm lips against yours and holy shit.

it was real. this is real. she was real.

a few seconds later, she slowly pulled back and gently opened her eyes - almost immediately giggling when she saw your state.

"i'm glad i was wrong about you liking someone else" she said and smiled.

"come on, let's go back" she mumbled and took your hands.

you let her do whatever it is she wanted.

but one thing made you wonder.

"unnie, why did you leave earlier?" you asked her.

she tensed up and blushed hardcore when you brought that topic up.

"earlier...?" she asked.

"mhm," you hummed.

"well- i uh- how do i put this?" she shyly laughed.

"uhm, i was jealous?" she was sure yet unsure.

"jealous? why?" you pondered.

"i was jealous because of the person you were on call with" she sighed.

you raised your eyebrows.

"you were jealous of the pizza delivery guy?" you asked.

she faced you and had her eyebrows furrowed.

"pizza...delivery guy?" she asked you.

"uhm, yeah?"

"oh" was all she could say. you wondered and started to worry again. who did she expect you were talking to?

"hello? unnie?" you snapped your fingers in front of her.

"i can't believe i was jealous for nothing" she mumbled to herself and chuckled.

"huh? what is it?"

"no, nothing" she sheepishly smiled and continued walking again - her hands still against yours.

you were dead curious about what she just said but thought that maybe it was better not to pry.

and sakura silently thanked you for it.

because if you did pry and asked more about the topic, you would've been teasing her non-stop right now.

but of course, that doesn't mean that she hates getting teased, especially by you.

in fact, it was something that she looks forward to.

[karahofthedawn]

You Owe Us One (Part 1) - Fred Weasley / George Weasley x reader

*this is my first post, so I'm not entirely sure how this all works lol

Plot:

After tailing the Weasley twins after dark for months, they finally catch on and confront you.

It seems impossible that they ever had their eyes on you, but they are determined to prove their interest and intentions.

And anyway.. you do kind of owe them for stalking them.

Essentially... Pure smut.

Part 2 is up.

Contains:

Threesome, teasing, fingering, underage sex, vaginal and oral sex.

5.2k words

Edit: figured out how to add the read more option

------------------

It wasn't the first time you explored Hogwarts castle on your own. Since your first year, you found that the best way to get to know the secret tunnels and passages was when the rest of Hufflepuff was fast asleep. There, now in your 6th year and within the dark hours, you could find solace in those old cold stone walls.

This night started like any other, with your wand clutched in your hand as you headed down the deserted corridor. You keep light on your feet as you carefully move towards one of your chosen paths. The goal was to reach the blind folded woman's statue, and it was just around the bend.

That's when quickened footsteps echoed behind you. You swiftly turn the corner and begin searching for an escape route. From the shuffled steps and angry murmuring, you knew that it had to be Filch.

He couldn't catch you, not again.

The blind folded woman was at the end of the hallway, but as the light source became brighter, you knew it was impossible to make it in time.

You could give up, grovel and beg for Filch to understand. Maybe just take the punishment of detention and face Professor Sprout for sneaking off again. How many times could you be forgiven?

Your breath catches in your chest as a warm hand covers your mouth.

A whispered voice is in your ear now. "Step back, come on. We got you."

As the footsteps grew nearer, you did as you were instructed and stepped back. Your spine pushes against the stranger, his hand slips from your face and onto your shoulders. You shut your eyes as you allow him to guide you into the shadows.

Filch passes without hesitation, and you could hear his frustrated muttering fade as he moves further down the hall. You exhale sharply and return your wand back to your pocket. As you come to your senses, you realize that you're no longer in a place you recognize. This was a passageway, but not one you had explored before. The walls were sticky from condensation and the dampness hung in the air.

You blindly turn your head. You could hear breathing, but you couldn't make out who's silhouette it was.

"Close call," the voice whispers.

A similar one chimes in, "very close. Lumos!"

The second that their wands illuminate, you recognize the two boys as the Weasley twins - Fred and George. They glance at each other before staring down at an old piece of parchment paper that was in the one brother's hands.

"You're lucky George saw you before Filch did," Fred beams and tucks the paper away delicately into his back pocket.

"He's never over here this time of night," you huff and turn to see the now dead end that replaced the door in which you originally came. Their light brown eyes focus on you as you run your hand over the cool stone wall.

Without needing to ask, George obliges with an answer. "It's a one way door. It really threw us through a loop the first time we used it too."

You turn on your heel and push past the two boys. Their copper hair glows from the light from their wands as they follow closely behind you.

"How did you even find this place?" You ask as you stride further into the darkness and take a sharp turn to the right. A soft orange glow came into sight and you head towards it.

"We know all of the secret tunnels that Hogwarts has," one of them replied.

It was a short walk in the darkness before you reached a doorway where the orange light was originating from. You placed a hand on it and went to push it open.

One of the Weasley's puts their hand over yours. "That's not the way out," he quickly explains.

"Okay, but what's in here?" You ask and watch the two boys look at each other. For a moment they seem to be talking telepathically, as they only made small movements with their eyes and mouths, but it was like a full fledged debate was happening silently right in front of you.

"Fred and I want to know, Y/N, do you think you could keep a secret?" George said with a smile, resting his forearm against the wall and staring intently down at you.

You take a moment to debate your answer. Of course you can keep a secret, but why are they acting so weird about what's in this room? Your curiosity would eat at you if you didn't find out.

Another question rang out, how did they know your name? You hadn't spoken to them before, and you weren't on the Quidditch team like them. Nor were you the type to put yourself in the limelight. You pushed the thought back, as your interest in this hidden room was piqued once again.

"Okay, yeah, I'll keep your secret" you say confidently. They regard each other for a moment, then Fred nods. They gesture for you to open the door.

The space was brightly lit from a fireplace in the middle of the room. A red couch that appeared old but in good shape sat to the left, and on the other side was a large wooden table. There were boxes piled on top with jars lined across with different plants and miscellaneous ingredients. A cauldron lay on its side with a green substance oozing out onto the dusty stone floor.

The door shuts behind you, and you turn to see Fred leaning against it. George approaches you and lays his hand over your shoulder. You can feel the warmth of his palm as he guides you over to the table. He pulls your side against his as he gestures dramatically to the mess, like a proud parent to their children’s sports trophies. He reaches for a vial with a light pink liquid inside. He held in it between his forefinger and thumb, he began explaining just how one drop of this concoction would cause even the strongest willed person to fall madly in love with whoever is in front of them for roughly 10 minutes at a time.

"It wasn't intended that way," Fred added, still at the door. "It was supposed to be an emergency fainting potion. That way you can get out of any class or tense situation by feigning illness."

George nodded. "But, we did make a few tweaks to it. We are hoping to get this right by Spring."

"Right," you said, taking in the entire scene. You could already imagine the boys sitting up all night as they mix and test their new concoctions. "There was word out that you sell this kind of.. stuff." You tap the table with your knuckles and study the vials once more. Their mischievous nature wasn't a secret. They were proud of who they were and what they loved to do, it was a reason so many in the Gryffindor house adored them.

"So, Y/N, you kind of owe us," George started and gave a quick side eye to his brother who smirked.

You scoff and fold your arms. "Owe you?"

"Well, we did save you from Filch, didn't we?" Fred reminds you gently as he steps across the room and stands on the other side of you.

You turn to him and furrow your brows. “And I'm keeping your hideout a secret, so doesn't that make us even?" You defended and watched the brothers shuffle their feet.

"She has a point, Fred," George points out and covers his smile with his hand.

"Listen," Fred said cooly as he approaches you. "Let’s cut to the chase here. We've been watching you for some time." He pulls the parchment from his pocket and lays it out on the table. "We know you’re out and about when you should be sleeping like your other little Hufflepuff friends.”

"Walks help me clear my head," you say quickly as Fred takes another step towards you. The fire dances in his now golden brown eyes as he observes you even closer.

"We know you watch us too," George whispers from behind you, making chills run down your spine. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your hair. "Might have gotten away with it too, if we didn't have our map."

“And the map never lies,” Fred said while pointing to where their names lay on the parchment.

You look down at the floor as the heat rises in your cheeks. You were so sure they had no clue, that you had tailed them expertly for so long that you became a master of being unseen. It started off as a small crush that turned into a borderline obsession the more you learned about the brothers. Now you've been caught, and the terror stricken realization that they knew about it along was starting to seep in.

"I'm sorry," you spurt out. "It was stupid, I know. But I wasn't going to tell anyone what you were doing, and I still won't." You look Fred in the eyes and he smiles as you whimper, "I promise."

"We believe you," George says quietly as he moves your hair from your neck. The tip of his fingers graze over your skin. You try to hold back the shiver it gives you but it's no use. They both immediately seem to pick up on it and step even closer.

You were between them both now, as they were each just inches away from your chest and back. George's hot breath on your neck as Fred reaches out and tilts your head up. "Well you owe us now, don't you?"

A lump was in your throat and you squeaked out, "I.. I guess, yeah." Your legs felt like jello as George's fingers trailed from your jaw to your collarbone, only stopping as he reached the threshold of where your shirt was. His touch was so much gentler than you had always imagined; and, how you’ve imagined it almost every night before bed, sometimes during class, or even just at random times in general. You'd fantasize about twins and how you’d give anything to know what it felt like to be the center of their attention, the way they had been for you for so long.

George’s chest presses against your back, and you lean against his touch and close your eyes. His temple meets yours as he ever so slowly places his both hands on your waist. “Tell me,” he says so quietly that you have to focus on exactly what he’s saying. “Do you want us as much as we want you?”

Your eyes flick open with surprise, and before you could answer, Fred meets your mouth with his. His lips are soft and fit perfectly against yours. His fingers tangle in your hair as he pushes you back into George with his own body. The feeling of being between them made the fire in your chest travel down your torso and into your stomach, where it bloomed into a powerful yearning that made your legs immediately start to shake. You wanted to play hard to get, the way you had always envisioned, but it seemed almost impossible now.

“Wait,” you gasp out as George begins kissing down your neck. He pauses immediately and nudges his head against you.

“What is it, Y/N?” Fred asks as his fingers leave your hair and cradle your face tenderly. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you say shakily, trying to ignore just how much you long for their hands over every inch of you. “I just, I-I’m just a little confused by, well, all of this. It’s so sudden.. And..” The brothers pulled back, their warmth leaving and left you immediately regretting even saying anything. You weren’t against any of this, but it seemed just too good to be true.

George laces his fingers with yours as Fred moves the hair from your face. “Come on, let’s have a sit then,” George said as he guided you to the couch.

You sit squeezed between the twins on the red cushions. They glance between each other and you. Even without them saying a word, you could tell that they were anxious. To break the silence, you reach out and take both Fred and George’s hands and begin with asking the question that was heaviest in your mind. “How long did you know?”

“Oh,” the boys regarded each other again for a moment before Fred answered with, “a while.”

“Really?” You blink and squeeze their fingers, and they both nod in response.

“Like I said, you would have gotten away with it, if it weren’t for the Marauders map. You are quite resourceful and sneaky for a Hufflepuff,” George remarks with a cheshire cat grin.

Fred nudges you with his shoulder and tilts his head when you look his way. “I think that’s why we took such a liking to you. You kept it..”

“Interesting,” George continued for his brother. “But it’s hard to catch someone so evasive.”

“So we had to set a trap,” Fred explains sheepishly. “Maybe not the best move in the book.”

George exclaimes, “but here we are!”

“Right..” You bite your lip and adjust in your seat. “So, Filch was..?”

“A diversion, in a sense, yeah,” Fred admits, then avoids her gaze and stares off into the flames of the fireplace. He smooths back his red hair and smiles at your hand in his.

“So you really.. Are into this, then? Not a secret Weasley love potion gone wrong?” You ask shyly, realizing how it was showcasing your inability to accept their genuine interest in you. It felt like a dream that you were going to wake up from at any minute.

They laugh in unison and put their arms around you. Their temples pressing against both sides of yours. “Oh bloody hell - George?”

“Yeah, Fred?”

“Did you take that love potion?”

“Why, no. Did you?”

Fred hesitates as he taps his finger to his lips. His face pulls into a serious expression as he squints towards the ceiling. “You know what?”

“What?” His brother pipes up, matching his upbeat tone.

“I don’t think I have either,” Fred states with a large toothy grin.

You went to cover your face with your hands in embarrassment, but they held onto you. “I got it,” you giggle and lean your head back into the cushion behind you. You’ve always loved their banter, and right now it was exactly what you needed to feel assured in what they were telling you. They both watch you with curiosity written all over their faces. “I just never thought you’d notice me, is all,” you admit and blush.

“Do you need us to prove that we do?” Fred asks playfully, then lifts his free hand and gently strokes your hair from away from your jaw to behind your shoulder. The cold air hits your exposed neck and you shudder.

Your mind races as both of the boys slowly begin touching your arm and shoulders. George's fingers travel up the other side of your neck and find your earlobe. His large hands gingerly wrap around the back of your neck and his lips are just inches from your hair.

"Do you want us to show you how much we notice you, Y/N?" His voice is soft but raspy, and his breath is hot against your skin.

You feel your face start to flush. This had to be a dream. There's no way you're here right now, alone with the two boys you've yearned for. You turn to George now and he holds your face with the palm of his hand. You nod as your attention flicks between his dilated pupils and his parted lips. You wonder if the two boys taste the same.

"We want to hear you say it, right Fred?" George says and places his thumb ever so gently on your lower lip. From his fidgeting legs, you could tell he was working hard on holding back.

You nod again and follow up with a quiet, but very clear, "yes." George searches your face for a moment, like he was trying to write it to his memory forever.

The tension in your chest finally bursts as you lean forward and kiss him. You muffle a small gasp of surprise that leaves his mouth with your tongue. He matches your energy almost immediately. He unweaves his fingers with yours, and tangles them in your hair.

You make an immediate mental note that George does, in fact, taste different. Not just that, but his energy in a whole feels completely foreign from his brother's. His touch was gentle and he moved like a boat would in water, fluid and adapting.

Your tongue rolls against his as his torso pushes you into Fred, who is kissing down your neck and onto your shoulder as he pulls down your sweater to reveal more of your bare skin.

Your legs instinctively close tightly as Fred's hands find your thigh. Maybe it wasn't a waste putting on thigh high socks and a skirt tonight after all. Plan for the unexpected, you always thought.

You turn your head and pull Fred into a lustful kiss. His beautiful copper hair softly brushes against your cheek. You know if this continues, soon your whole body will match that same shade of red.

George wraps his arms around your torso and pulls you onto his lap. Your ass sits lightly on top of his bulge, that he's now pressing hard into you. His hands wander up your torso as his brother continues to hold you by your face with both hands.

Fred pulls back, a trail of saliva still connects your mouth with his. You feel George pull up your sweater. The damp cold air meets your stomach and chest. A little lacey black bralette covers your breasts as the rest of your pale skin glows in the orange light.

The room echoes with your soft moan that escapes your lips as George grinds up into you again. You look longingly at Fred, as he remains inches from your face. He watches you squirm as his brother slowly pries your legs apart with his, leaving your panties slightly exposed.

"You sure this is ok?" Fred checks in and places his palm on your bare thigh.

You nod breathlessly as George begins pushing against you, his erection even more prominent now. Fred smiles and looks down at your legs being spread open in front of him. His grip loosens around your thigh and creeps ever so slowly towards where you ache.

You need him. You need them both. Your legs shake as his fingers meet the edge of the silky material. He looks to you again and you grab him by the back of the neck and pull him in to a hungry kiss.

George matches your energy by letting his thumbs sneak under your bra and over your nipples. He carefully rolls his fingers over the hardened nubs, and you respond by grinding against him. His grip hardens and his head rolls back against the cushion.

Fred takes the opportunity to graze gently over your now soaked panties. Your attention snaps back to him and he grins through a kiss. He loved teasing you like this. They were both playing you like a fiddle. Their hands were separate but worked in unison to hit every spot that craved their touch.

All of your self control you had to not make noise left the second that Fred presses the pad of his index finger over your center. You let out a loud gasp and your legs start shaking from both excitement, and George holding them apart. You go between wiggling under their touch and pushing hard against George's chest.

It felt impossible for you to take in everything that was happening to you. You wish you could just slow it down so you could fully remember this moment for the rest of your life.

Fred's face reddens as he carefully sneaks his fingers under your panties and rests them right over your slick slit. His tongue probes your mouth the same time that he finds your clit and muffles your cries and whimpers. He plays with you so gently, just barely touching your needing and aching nub.

Your back curves, and George catches your neck with his mouth. He licks at your skin, sucking gently at the crook where your neck and shoulder meet. His palms slide under your bralette and he caresses your breasts tenderly. You can hear him breathing and panting underneath you, his erection pulsates against your ass.

Your attention is ripped away from the twin behind you as Fred's middle finger begins to penetrate you. This time, he lifts his mouth from yours and stares directly into your eyes. You bite back a moan and crane your head away in embarrassment. He quickly catches your cheek and holds you steady.

The flames dance in his eyes. "Do you like it?" He asks, his voice low and gravely.

You nod, still fighting to stay quietly. He responds by pushing his digit in even further. Your walls tighten around him, and he grins devilishly.

One of George's hands runs down your stomach and slides right under your panties. He whispers in your ear as you squirm under his touch, "it's okay, Y/N, nobody will hear you. You don't have to be quiet, just let it out."

A sudden quake of pleasure erupts from your core as Fred pushes his finger all the way inside. You could feel his knuckles against your folds as he carefully pumps it in and out of you. George coos encouragingly in your ear quietly as he rubs your slick clit with two fingers.

"Look at you," Fred smirks and wriggles his finger in a 'come here' fashion. "You've wanted this all along, haven't you?"

Your eyes widen and you shut your mouth in protest. You were trying to hold onto a semblance of control, that you weren't completely weak in their hands. But every second, your body quaked even more with their touch. The pressure between your legs was building, and you knew it wouldn't be long before they'd get what they want - what you always wanted.

Fred's eyes shifted to the side, and his smirk grew even larger. Just like that, they stopped in unison. He looked back at you and wiped some sweat from your temple with his thumb. His hand began moving away, and you bucked your hips in protest.

They twins laugh. George removes his hand from your breast and wraps his fingers tenderly around your neck. His large hands fit so easily around you that it made your chest flutter. "You're a stubborn one."

"I told you she'd be interesting," Fred says with a slight raise of his brow. He admires your nude and shaking body. "Now how about you tell us just what you want." The crackling of the fire fills the silence that follows.

They remain still, Fred's finger still buried inside of you as George's hand lingers over your clit. They know what you want, so why do they need to hear it? It's embarrassing enough to be so vulnerable, why did they need you to give in even more?

Fred shrugs and goes to pull away, but you quickly grab his wrist. You need release, you need to feel both of them inside of you. You need to know what it's like to be under their complete control.

"I-.." your voice dries as you go to speak. Fred leans in, and George nudges you encouragingly with his forehead. "I want you to make me feel good."

"Oh, so you don't feel good already?" Fred teases and starts to add a second finger in your entrance.

You sigh out, in both frustration and anticipation. "You're ridiculous," you say breathily.

George returns his pressure on your clit and keeps his grasp around your neck. "You're ridiculous," he mocks back. "Just say it, tell us what you want." You turn your head and shoot him a glare, then a loud moan finally pierces through your self control as Fred fully forces in two fingers.

"Fuck!" You yell out as he curls his fingers and presses his knuckles against you. Your walls shake and squeeze, and you can feel that tension from before immediately building up towards your peak. "Please! Please!" You can't stop shaking now. Your spine curves and your hips twitch.

"Please what?" Fred teasingly asks.

"Tell us," George encourages as he circles your clit.

"Please, fucking make me cum. God!" Your brain hazes over and you tilt your head back against George. "Then I want you both to fuck me!" You were so embarrassed that you admitted it, but it was immediately erased by your quick building orgasm.

"Good girl!" George laughed and sunk his teeth into your shoulder lightly. His hard cock pushes against you as your hips grind, desperate for more friction.

Fred's mouth collides with yours, right as your legs and walls begin to quiver. His wet tongue slid in between your lips and he caught your loud moan. Instead of muffling you, he pulled back and admired your flushed and pleasure filled face as you came all over his fingers.

"Fuck," you pant and look right into Fred's hungry stare. His fingers left you, and you could feel George fidget underneath you.

"As you wish," he said with a grin.

Before you could even comprehend what he meant, you are lifted by George and laid on your back against the red velvet cushions. He looms over you as he slips your panties off your legs. You look down and see that he already partially removed his black pants. His thick erection was exposed and only inches away from your opening.

You stare up at him and squirm nervously. He seems to pick on this and leans down and kisses your cheek. He whispers so quietly that you know that it would remain between the both of you. "I'll be gentle, don't worry."

Your heart races as he pulls back and smiles at you. He lines up with your entrance, rubbing your sensitive slit with the head until it is covered in your slick. He pushes, and you reach up and grab his shoulders. Your nails dig into his skin, leaving tiny crescent moons behind.

Another small thrust, and the burning starts. You gasp as he carefully inserts the rest of his cock inside of you. It was like he was made for you, the way he perfectly fills you up. His hips meet yours, and then he pulls back slightly. He keeps pausing and seemingly checks in on you.

"Please," you beg. "I need you, George."

George nods and grabs you by the hair, tangling his fingers in the strands. His lips meet yours, but the kiss is hungrier than it had ever been. He tilts his head and rolls his tongue against yours as he slams down into you. You choke on your moans as he grips your hair and thrusts harder into you. Your body feels like it's on fire as his cock repeatedly stretches your walls, going deeper and deeper.

Your back is completely pushed in the cushion now as his pace becomes more steady. Your eyes are tearing from the mixture of pain and pleasure that fills every inch of you. You feel loved, wanted, needed, and lusted.

Fred watches from the couch side, a devilish grin across his face as he rubs at his erection. His eyes are on you. Every moan you let you make him shudder with excitement.

George's thrusting stops and he pulls out, you go to protest but he flips you over in an instant. Your shaking knees and hands dig into the red cushion. You feel completely vulnerable as the cold air caresses your bare skin. Somewhere in the midst, you had lost your shirt and didn't even realize.

George appears in front of you now, his wet cock gleaming in the fire light. You reach up and gently massage the tip of his cock. He pulsates under your fingers as you glide them over the sensitive tip, then down his thick shaft.

You lock eyes with him, and slowly lick up his length. He shudders and moves your hair from your face. His small breathy noises drove you wild. You always dreamed of making the Weasely twins feel good.

Two hands were on your hips now, and you knew it was Fred's turn to fuck you. Your chest blooms with excitement as rubs his cock on the outside of you first. The anticipation of him taking you made your clit start lightly pulsating.

You try to focus your attention on George as his brother penetrates you. Your walls immediately squeeze Fred as he enters, and take George fully in your mouth at the same time. You let out a mixture of moans and choking sounds as you start getting fucked slowly.

George took you by the hair again and forced himself further down your throat, then pulled you back so you could breathe again. He does this a few times, pausing to let you scream out as Fred continues to pound into you.

The slapping of hips against your ass mixed with your muffled screams echoes in the stone walled room. This was heaven, you are sure of it - In between the two men you craved for years and letting them use your body for their pleasure.

Fred leans down and pries your legs apart, then slips his hand over your clit again. Your moans were inescapable now, and this seemed to make George even harder in your mouth. Both kept their grip on you, as they thrusted on both ends of you.

What felt like seconds, you start to reach your peak again. Your walls shudder and Fred increases his speed with his fingers and thrusts. You look up at George, who has his head rolled back as he fucks your mouth.

Your orgasm reaches you and you close your legs, trapping Fred's hand, and shake violently. He keeps working on you, the overstimulation sends you over a second time. You go to back off of George's cock, but he holds you steady and he moans out. His cum rolls over your tongue and you immediately start to swallow it.

At the same time, Fred finally collapses over you as he fills your pussy. Both leave themselves inside of you for several seconds, before slowly pulling out of you.

You collapse on George's chest, breathing heavy and trembling. Fred lets you rest your legs over his lap and caresses your thigh with the tip of his fingers.

The brothers look at each other and then high five dramatically. You bury your face in your hands and groan.

"Guess I don't owe you anymore?" You say, still keeping your embarrassed expression hidden.

The brothers both shrugged, and George answered teasingly, "Only if you want to."

You all laugh, and you feel yourself get drowsy. You think you might want to owe them one again sometime soon.

Or maybe, they can owe you instead.

[penny-anna]

i bought a flat this week.

was off work sick last thursday/friday with what turned out to be the beginnings of a bad cold but at the time i was just like 'oh no why am i so tired is this the return of the Mystery Fatigue'

let's backtrack for a second!! back when i had the offer accepted on my flat my solicitor suggested october 6th as a move in date and i was like sure that works (this was around the beginning of september). then i didn't hear anything from them for many days and then i started getting major dry eye problems that became all consuming so i didn't get around to chasing them.

anyway!! tuesday last week i get an email from my solicitor like 'hi are you still able to complete friday' and i did not have the headspace to deal with it so i didn't reply

Wednesday my solicitor calls like 'hi. we need to know if you want to complete friday'. i'm like 'actually i'm really not feeling well this week, could we postpone'. she calls back a few minutes later like 'they cannot postone'. at this point i'm still thinking that if i get a decent night's sleep i'll feel better so i tell her i'll deal with it in the morning.

Thursday i feel spectacularly worse. have to get up to go to an appointment with my optometrist. almost start crying in their office bcos i'm just so exhausted. (he seemed weirdly unfazed by this?? looking back i wonder if he thought my eyes were hurting or something and didn't realise that i was holding back tears gfhglj) call out sick from work.

plan is to take a nap and then look at the documents my solicitor sent over but she calls me again like 'hi. sorry to bother you i know you're sick but can we complete today' so i'm like ah shit ig we're doing this now. please walk me through exactly what you need me to do here. 'we just need you to send us the money'. yeah i can do that. i've never made a payment this big before tho.

(i'm buying w money inherited from my mother so even for a flat purchase it's an unusually large amount of money)

'oh yeah you won't be able to that online. *pause* are you well enough to go to the bank?' i am tired enough that going to the bank will suck but not so sick i cannot go to the bank.

i had gone fully back to bed. spurred on by sudden wave of adrenaline, get out of bed and dressed and get the bus into town to the bank.

my bank closes at 3pm weekdays and by the time i get that it's about 1:45. explain the situation. turns out that to make a payment this big you need a sit-down meeting with a member of staff and they are booked solid till 3. 'can you come back tomorrow at 9:30 when we open' *dying inside* yes. i can come back tomorrow at 9:30.

go home. remember that i'd told my manager that i'd call her at 9 to let her know if i'm going to be working (i will defo not be working & she knows this) which will be tricky if i have to leave at 9 to go to the bank. have a pretty interminable IM conversation via microsoft teams about this wherein i suggest i message her first thing and call a bit later and she isn't going for it. eventually agree to call at 9 just so i can end the conversation and go to sleep.

Friday morning end up calling my manager from the bus. get to bank. whole thing takes a full 30 minutes so yeah i can see why they couldn't fit me in thursday afternoon ghfdljkfhdj. i'm so so tired. they have to go over a whole fraud prevention statement with you. 'you should be aware that scammers can pretend to be your solicitor'. me, exhausted: okay what if just this one time. a scammer is pretending to be my solicitor.

make the payment. go home to sleep finally.

later in the afternoon get another call from the solicitor. 'hi we have the keys you can come get them whenever'. oh yeah i'd been so caught up in trying to get them the money i'd kinda forgotten about. actually getting the flat.

(side note at no point was i planning to move in on 'moving day', an advantage of being a first time buyer is that i don't have to & i want to redecorate the place which is easier while it's empty)

initially say i'll come in next week but then realise that ideally next week i'll be back at work (i am not but anyway) so i might as well go now. it's pushing 4pm so will need to head out ASAP.

eyes are very dry and itchy from sleeping all day but fortunately i just (on a recommendation from my optometrist) bought a thing called a facial sauna which is a very weird contraption but does work extremely quickly.

pack my eye drops and also a peanut butter sandwich to eat in my new flat (why not) and go get the keys.

arrive at the flat. on inspection realise that the envelope i've been given seems to contain the most random assortment of loose keys. eventually identify an actual set of keys.

put my key in the lock of the flat door. abruptly hear a cat meowing, somewhere very close by.

previous owner had cats (plural) (i know this bcos i saw them when i was viewing the place). have a sudden moment of panic that i've somehow wildly misunderstood the whole situation and that she and her cats are still in residence.

look down. there is a very large, very fluffy white cat standing next to me, looking up at me as if expecting to be let in.

'you can't come in. this is my house.'

make my first mistake: think that if i open the door i will be able to prevent the cat from entering.

cat goes straight on into my flat.

i'm now pursuing the cat from room to room saying 'hey! hey you can't be in here! this is my house!'. the cat doesn't give a shit for obvious reasons (it is a cat)

i might have considered just shooing the cat outside and shutting the door but have arrived at an IMO not unreasonable concern. cat seemed very determined to enter this flat in particular and is now roaming around as if looking for something. previous owner had multiple cats and moved out AFAIK today. i have heard stories about people accidentally leaving cats behind when they move.

at this point it's 4:55 on a Friday. call my solicitor and explain the situation. ask if she could pass on a message to the seller's solicitor. unfortunately they have already closed for the week so it will have to wait till Monday but she will do her best.

decide the next course of action is to see if the cat has any ID. the cat is wearing a harness & collar so might have a tag with an address. make my second mistake: pick the cat up.

the cat does not have any ID on the harness. the cat does NOT like being picked up. cat gets very squirmy and then begins scratching me. cat manages to break my skin through a hoodie.

i put the cat down. the cat hisses at me. this is very rude considering that it is in my house.

head across the landing to see if the people opposite are missing a cat or, failing that, know their neighbours well enough to recognise the cat. there's no answer.

however!! i hear a voice down in the stairwell that sounds like it could be someone calling out a cat's name. 'hi!! is someone down there looking for a cat?' no answer.

look down the stairwell. on the ground floor there is a very large fluffy brown cat wearing a harness. !!!!! that is my cat's friend!

retrieve the cat from my flat (fortunately it just follows me out) and head downstairs. am met partway up by the cat's owner.

'oh thank god is this your cat'. it is her cat. apparently she had opened her front door to let them out into the garden and it had wandered off. 'i just moved in today it came into my flat'.

she is very apologetic. cat is unrepetent.

go back inside. call my solicitor's office. 'hi was it you i spoke to just now about the cat' (I told 2 people about the cat) 'no i just answered the phone because it was ringing. what cat.' 'can you tell *solicitor's name* that i have found the cat's owner. she will know what you mean'.

problem solved!! time to eat my peanut butter sandwich. :)

[donutz]

Bive x reader fluff alphabet[1/16]

A/N|| This has over 3000+ words, I think I like Bive🤔

Affection(How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

— Uhhh, I'm not sure! Oh nevermind, she's really affectionate

— And that usually applies with quality time, it can apply to physical touch(not so much giving, but loves receiving), gift giving, words of affirmation(She receives), and acts of service

— So basically, quality time is her thing receiving or not, physical touch is something she prefers to receive, doesn’t mind giving but prefers getting, she loves giving gifts and loves receiving

— I gotta make another part because that’s a lot to type out. She isn’t too good with words(verbally, she can have AMAZING poems), but LOVES receiving words of affirmation, also very much appreciates acts of service

— If you hold the door open for her, she might just blush from your kind act

— Sorry for going on a rant, but anyways she usually shows affection with quality time and physical affection(holding hands)

— Hugs are a little too intimate for her, but holding hands are just right

Best friend(How would they be as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

— It would start with you talking to her first

— “How come you're made of hair?”

— “... I… DON'T KNOW…”

— “Ah. Well I think your hair is cool.”

— “... REALLY?”

— “Yeah, you’re probably fluffy too.”

— “...”

— “Sorry, was that too much?”

— “NO. IT’S.. FINE.”

— From there on, she actually started talking to you first, usually it’s about her theories or the government

— “BANK ACCOUNTS ARE A SCAM MADE BY THE GOVERNMENT.”

— “Hm?” Basically you were asking how

— “WELL… I’M NOT FULLY SURE, BUT I KNOW THEY ARE.”

— That’s the first time she’s ever told someone she was unsure about her theories, you may just be special to her

— She’s an interesting one, but she’s a great friend.

Cuddles(Do they cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

— Hmm.. Maybe?

— Depends, she’ll cuddle if she’s sad or down, but regularly, she doesn’t cuddle too much, if you don’t ask

— She’ll hesitate the first few times you ask her to cuddle, but after the 5th or 6th time she’ll say yes

— Cuddling with her can get pretty itchy(if she hasn’t brushed her hair in a while), but let’s pretend you can’t feel that

— When she’s in her fluffy stage(aka just being fluffy), cuddling will be the best! She’s so warm too, she naturally absorbs heat so if she sits out in the sun for a while and gives you a hug, you’ll feel the warmth on her

— She prefers being the little spoon, it’s not that she likes being more submissive(not in that way), she just likes your warm(or cold, doesn’t really matter) embrace around her

— May or may not cuddle while watching something, if it’s like documents stuff, sorry, she NEEDS to sit up straight and watch it

— But horror movies or like a cartoon, she would like to cuddle at those times

Domestic(Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

— She prefers settling down, well, studying and looking at information on the internet

— Sometimes when she’s more bored, she looks at facts and info about characters

— She probably wants to be the type of person who always researches things about their favorite characters, but doesn’t because she just forgets about it

— When it comes to cooking and cleaning, she probably likes just simple food

— Did I mention she hates cleaning? No? Oh okay, CLEANING IS DISGUSTING.

— SHE HATES IT. Especially when she kind of sheds around the place, she hates sweeping it, not only does it affect her back, but also the fact she has to sweep up her OWN hair!

— She has texture problems

— Also hates cleaning with any cleansing products that has a strong smell

— Like bleach, ewwwwwww, I feel like she’d melt if she touches bleach(considering the fact she’s made of hair💀)

— PLEASE, if you are cleaning with bleach do it for her, she CAN NOT handle the stench OR the effects of it

— I kind of ignored the cooking thing, but she really can’t handle spices.. Well, the smell of it and if it drops on her or something

— If the seasoning drops on her, she might just rush to take a shower

— She doesn’t mind the spices in food! But she’s very careful with it to make sure they don’t get on her

Ending(If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

— It will probably be a bunch of stutters or a few stutters, it depends on how she feels at the moment

— “I um.. I would like to.. Separate. From each other.” She was very unsure with what you'd respond with

— Bive wasn't able to make eye contact with you, at all, or any contact for that matter

— She was just looking at the ground, hoping you were okay with what she just said

— “Oh. That's fine. I don't mind.” You said(I'm trying to give you a more chill personality, mainly because everybody's personality isn't the same. Some may cry from this and some may yell because of it)

— She looked up at you, internally happy from you accepting her, but still sad at the fact you'll both no longer be together

— “You're not mad, are you?”

— “No, I'm not mad at you or what you said. I may be sad about our separation, but it's your choice and I won't stand by it.”

— She went silent at what you said.

Fiance(How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

— Wow, this section is a big switch

—  Anyways, Bive wouldn't actually mind getting married

— Would be very nervous in front of a whole crowd though

— Could you… Do it for her? Because well, buying the ring is a lot of money, proposing would also be A LOT, and she is really afraid of you rejecting it, she'd never do it in front of a crowd so you don't need to worry about that

— Honestly, she wouldn't mind if you chose if she wears the dress or suit

— If she wants to feel pretty at that moment, she's wearing the dress(No, I'm not saying that only pretty people wear dresses)

— But if she wants to feel handsome, she'll wear the suit(I'm not saying only handsome people wear suits either)

— But I can picture her looking wonderful in a white dress!

Gentle(How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

— VERY, at least with you

— There’ll be times where she’s unaware of how strong she can be(I’m not saying she’s like Toji buff, but I mean like when you accidentally hug someone too hard, you know what I mean?)

— So when she hugs you first(pretty rare), she is very gentle with you, as if you’re delicate as a dandelion

— “You can squeeze me a little when giving me a hug, y'know?”

— “Oh. I guess I can..”

— She wasn’t speaking in anxiety-filled caps, so you asked her if she was okay

— “WHAT? I’M FINE.”

— “Oh okay. Just askin’ Bivey”(No, I’m not stealing what Split said, I just thought the nickname would be a good idea)

— “BIVEY.”

— Emotionally, she’s trying to not seem rude or pushy. But she can’t help it.

— If you’re venting to her or something, she’s trying to not say, “JUST CHEER UP.”

— She did that one time, and you MAY have been mad at her, internally. You understand that she didn’t mean it that way and just doesn’t know how to comfort

— If you actually want to be comforted, you’ll have to tell her the ways you prefer to be consoled

— She’ll actually remember that part, and comfort you using those tactics

Hugs(Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

— Mmm….

— Uhmmmmmmm….

— Not necessarily..?

— She’s— okay with them.

— Only really if you ask or if she hugs first

— Like is an overstatement

— She’s cool only with you, and maybe Split

— SHE doesn’t do it often, but if you’re the person who’s always hugging or touching somebody, MAYBE she wouldn’t mind how touchy you are

— You’re the only person she’s okay with to touch her 24/7(NOT that way)

— Her hugs can be shaky, they’re never really still

— But most of the hugs feel gloomy, because she usually hugs you when she’s feeling sad(like I’ve said)

— But when they’re(the hugs) not gloomy, you can really tell how nervous she is

I love you(How fast do they say the L-word?)

— Just give her 5 minutes and she can spit it out

— She can’t say really it on the spot

— Too much pressure goes on, and people can’t really operate under pressure

— Especially someone like her(I’m not judging, promise)

— She hesitates sometimes, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you!

— She really does! Just verbalizing the words can get uneasy!

— “I.. I LOVE YOU.”

— “There you go, great job. I love you too Bive ;)”

— You always praise her when she can finally spit it out, maybe just motivating her to say it a little more faster the next time

— And of course, you give her a little kiss on her glasses, you can‘t really on the cheek because… Well, there isn’t really one..

Jealousy(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

— She gets really jealous, but tries to hide it

— But if you’re around Split, MAYBE she can get jealous

— She’s really cool with Split, so it’s very less likely for her to get to the middle point of jealousy

— But maybe if Split's getting too touchy(never going to happen, but let’s just make this up) Bive’s going to step in and just hold your hand or something

— Kind of like a warning, not as if Bive’s saying she’s going to beat her up, but just to say, “I’ma need you to calm down a bit”

— She doesn’t want to come off as too aggressive, trying not to ruin her friendship with Split

— But after you separate away from that person, and it’s just you and Bive, she gives you a hug, putting her head of hair(get it?) on your shoulder

— “You don’t.. Like them, do you?”

— (As a friend) “Not romantically. I like them as a friend, Bive. But I like you way more than just a friend.”

— (As a stranger) You chuckle, “No Bive. I could never, that’s just a random stranger. I’m pretty sure I’d love you more than just a stranger.”

— “... You’re pretty sure..?”

— “Oh my god—” You ended up giving her a bunch of kisses all over her face, and picked her up, spinning her around

— Like the happy couple you both are <3

Kisses(What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

— Hairy

— Uhm.. Not to be weird or anything, but I think Bive can open her teeth(Because I guess she doesn’t really have lips..) and she has a snake-like tongue

— NOT IN THAT WEIRD WAY IT’S JUST A HEADCANON!!

— But she kisses with her teeth, she doesn’t like lick you or anything(💀?)

— She actually, well probably, enjoys kissing you on the mouth! But she mainly kisses on your cheek

— Maybe even the neck, sometimes she doesn’t realize how intimate it is

— She did it one time and if you’re ticklish there, she might(or not) just take advantage of how tickly you are

— Once she realizes, she grins pretty wide, just happy she could make you smile

— She occasionally likes a kiss on the teeth(her own ‘lips’ I guess), but loves forehead and cheek kisses

— She gets all giddy

Little ones(How are they around children?)

— There’s actually another process for this to happen(even with nm[non-men]) somehow, so if you want that process to happen with her, go ahead.. I guess??

— But anyways

— Kids probably are scared of her

— They think she’s freaky

— Sorry Bive😭

Morning(How are mornings spent with them?)

— She’s always cuddled up to you, usually with her head on your chest

— She’s definitely the little spoon

— Bive can’t be the big spoon for THE LIFE of her.

— I’d like to think she’s the one who wakes up first, even if you’re a person who wakes up at 5 am, she’ll wake up even a minute before you

— She really enjoys your warmth, so sometimes it’s hard for her to get up in the morning

— Sometimes she just stares at you while you’re sleeping, not in the creepy way, but just to admire your sleeping face

Night(How are nights spent with them?)

— To answer possible questions, she takes off her glasses when sleeping, and I personally think she doesn’t really have eyes so…

— She’s kind of a black void, and you could probably reach through her face

— Anyways! She sleeps after you’ve fallen asleep

— She wants you to get as much rest as possible, she doesn’t make you go to sleep early or anything but she justs wants you to function correctly in the morning

— I don’t think she really snores, just a thought! MAYBE she purrs, even if she’s not really a cat

Open(When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

— She’d open up far into the relationship

— I’m sure there would be plenty of things she’d reveal about herself, even if I’m not aware of her lore

— She really wouldn’t want to get rid of her relationship with you, or just you in general, so she’d wait

— Maybe, just maybe, early into the relationship she’d want to say ALLL of the things she wants to

— But hey, you might just dislike her a week into the relationship, find her weird, or quickly lose interest

— She can’t just trust people that easily.

— If you were ever to say that opening up to you is just fine, she’ll ask if you’re serious

— Just wanting to make sure you were telling the truth, I mean A LOT of information is going to be dropped on you so just prepare

— “Yeah, you can drop all of the lore you want to. Or piece it by piece. I wouldn’t mind Bivey.”

— She wanted to drop everything on you, just wanting you to hear her out

— But she really didn’t want to overwhelm you or drive you away

— So she said it piece by piece

— You held her hand and told her, “It’s okay, I’ll take all the info you spill on me. I won’t find it weird, or you. You can tell me whatever you like.”

—  She basically just stared at you for 30 seconds, thinking about how she really scored.

Patience(How easily angered are they?)

— There are times where she can seem angry, but isn’t, it’s just her tone

— At least it seems that way to others

— She’ll speak in caps, but not yelling or screaming

— I don’t think she’ll ever really be mad at you, if so, she’ll keep her feelings inside

— She doesn’t want to express it, she doesn’t want you sad or mad at her

— She keeps a lot of negative emotions to herself, when it comes to you

Quizzes(How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

— Her memory is bad, and she hates that about herself, she’s kinda insecure

— ‘I wish my memory wasn’t so bad.’ She would think about herself

— She tries really(I’ve noticed I said ‘really’ a lot, I’m sorry) hard to remember what details you provide her that’s about yourself

— Her memory is so bad that she puts your birthday on a calendar, just so she doesn’t forget at that time

— Like sure, you can ask her out of nowhere and she’ll say it

— But on your birthday? She relies on her calendar

— Buttttt, she’ll usually tell you the second it strikes 12! So her calendar doesn’t matter, unless she somehow forgets what day it is

Remember(What is their favorite moment in the relationship?)

— When you said you were fine with how she talks, accepting the way she is

Security(How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

— Don’t blame her for this, but she isn’t good with protecting

— But she’s good with running away, clumsily

— Anywho, she can get jealous but isn’t too protective

— She isn’t too strong, she has the average ‘human’ strength

— Based on the person, she’d say, “OKAY. We need to leave. NOW.” Because number 1, she wants you away from that person and number 2, if it’s going to get physical, she doesn’t want you hurt

— If you would protect her, she get pretty flustered by it

— Like, you’re protecting her? From someone else? Because you care about her?

— Holy moly :O

Try(How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

— She wants the date to be and look as professional as possible

— She puts a lot of effort into it, and hopes that you’ll love it

— It can look kind of messy, but you know she put many attempts into getting the date just right

— For anniversaries, she put it on her calendar, but didn’t say it the moment it striked 12!

— Because she forgot allll about it! Even the day you two got together , she forgot what an anniversary was, and just collected data

— Which led up to a specific day, and that day is what she believes both of yours’ anniversary!

— She rushed out of the house early in the morning to get you a bouquet of flowers, appreciate her effort please

— “Bive you actually did this?!!”

— And you see your bed decorated with many gifts of your favorite things while Bive stands in a corner with your favorite colored balloons

— Everyday tasks are handled by the both of you, which is always an amazing experience for her

Ugly(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

— Maybe how her tone can sound at times? She doesn't really notice it either

— But me too girly, I can’t judge🤷‍♀️

Vanity(How concerned are they with their looks?)

— Isn’t really, just wondering why she looks so strange

— Why is she made of hair?

— Just like the first question you’ve ever asked her.

— But no, she’s not insecure because of you, she just wants to find an answer to your question

Whole(Would they feel incomplete without you?)

— She’d probably feel less on edge, finally getting rid of that negative gut feeling

— I wouldn’t say she’d be happier though

— She’ll still crave your touch and your loving words

Xtra(A random headcanon for them.)

— She HAS to have anxiety, and I’m not even making fun of her

— I really think she is uneasy with things, when she’s in public, but in private(like at home), she’s more chill but still on edge

Yuck(What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

— Maybe if you make it seem like you don’t love her

— It would make her overthink, a lot

Zzz(What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

— Being the little spoonnn♡