#but yeah i can't imagine i would personally do much with him other than daydream the occcasional shen bro au

[benevolenterrancy]

What are your thoughts on Shen Jiu?

Honestly, I don't have a ton of thoughts on him as a whole (っ- ‸ - ς)... Maybe it's because he essentially dies off-screen before the story starts? or maybe just 'cause he's genetically engineered to be off-putting ahahaha

I like him as a function of the plot, and he certainly adds to the concept of real people being more complex and messy than a two-dimensional character on paper. Airplane ultimately made him a flat villain and he filled a specific role in PIDW, but as long as Shen Yuan treats him like a flat character while existing in that world he really fails to understand the nuance that goes in to making someone the way they are. It highlights just how much Shen Yuan treats himself like a passive observer and the other people around him as characters without agency. His tendency to do so really does cause him problems through the series, a not understanding or sympathizing with Shen Jiu's past is definitely a part of that.

Ultimately, as he is, Shen Jiu's a rather reprehensible character, but the more you read the more you understand why he is the way he is. You understand why he felt so insecure, you can see why he didn't get along with Liu Qingge, and why he had a complicated relationship with Yue Qingyue, and what might have made him feel more comfortable in a brothel than on the mountain, and why he was stuck in his cultivation while Shen Yuan was able to move past it fairly easily... it's fun to dig at little clues like that in a book to try to flesh out a side character. And the Shen Jiu extra was good for that too, it gave a lot more depth!

Which is all a very long winded way to say: I think he's a vital character to the plot of SVSSS and really neatly summarizes some of the book's main themes, but also I don't find him all that interesting on a fandomy level (ᵕ—ᴗ—) ...Though I will fuck around with the occasional Shen Bro or disciple!Yuan fic because it can be fun to see how a good writer goes around giving Shen Jiu a chance at redemption / a better life!

[pain-is-too-tired]

Leeluke rambles since I'm finally up hdgd

Lee arrived at camp a couple days after Luke, despite how tired he was from his journey to camp he was excited to get to know other campers. He got close to Luke almost instantly.

Of course it wasn't that long after they got to camp that he was claimed, but it didn't stop Lee from trying to hang out with Luke.

When Luke first got his wound that become his scar, Lee was he one to tend to it and make sure it healed properly. When Luke would be angry about the gods after,Lee often spoke more cool about the gods. Instead talking about stuff he wanted to do for camp and fellow demigods when he was old enough. Safe houses and lessons about mortal world life. It was hard for Luke to stay angry when seeing how Lee eyes sparked talking about it.

They became Head Counselors around the same time, and again were practically inseparable. Lee helped Luke with his cabin as much as they could, helping new kids test out archery and music. Even before Luke left Lee still took care of everyone.

Some nights it was clear that Luke was stressed over something, and Lee would pull him to a secluded spot and sit with him. Letting Luke relax and distress. Combing a hand through his hair as he sung to him, not too differently then what he often did for his siblings.

How could Luke not fall for him?

Lee had started to like Luke around that first year at camp. He was fully aware of his feelings too. But he didn't think Luke would ever return those feelings, and he was too scared to come out really. So he kept it to himself mostly, just enjoying the relationship they did have.

Luke technically liked Lee since they met, and that feeling only grew as time went on.

Thing was, Luke didn't realize it. Despite that, he still had it bad. Like. Really bad.

Struggling not to get distracted watching Lee helping with training in the archery range, getting jealous and defensive when anyone else tried to flirt/ be bit too friendly with Lee, trying not to melt anytime Lee even leans on him, etc

Yet my guy was in full denial. Despite the fact he spent part of the night daydreaming about Lee- but that's totally normal-

When Chris first came to camp, and latched onto Luke like a baby chick, Luke did not know what to do. He was use to Annabeth looking up to him like that, sure,but Chris was the first person other than her to latch onto him.

Lee,however, couldn't help but find it adorable. He already kinda got close to Annabeth through Luke, and honestly it was close to most of the Hermes cabin, so it wasn't hard for Lee to click with Chris too.

"He keeps following me around."

"He looks up to you!"

"I mean yeah- but-"

"Come on! It's cute!"

Bluescreening "Shut up-"

Definitely became even funnier once Clarisse became Head Counselor of the Ares cabin. Luke could somewhat get her to back down, but the only one she actually seemed to listened to was Chris and sometimes Lee. Which Luke was completely confused by.

Lee found it amusing, Luke had kinda gotten use to most of the newer campers listening and looking up to him at that point, so he had no idea how Lee and Chris managed to get on Clarisse better side.

Chris was completely oblivious to the fact, why Lee just playfully teased Luke.

"You can't be great at everything, Luke!"

Actually saw someone mention this, think I might've shared it a bit back, but someone mentioned the idea that Luke hadn't like the Stolls all that much because they reminded him too much of Hermes and the fact Hermes went to their mom twice.

I imagine he wasn't like completely obvious about it, but I can see Lee noticing and assuming Luke was just too overwhelmed to give the twins much attention so Lee helped out in that regard.

Luke goes to the Archery range one time and Lee, Michael ,and the Stolls are testing out traps with Charles.

The Stolls get into lot of trouble (mainly trying to get Luke's or their father's attention in any way-) and often end up in the infirmary. Lee always tells them to be more careful, he doesn't want them to get badly hurt, why Luke's chewing them out for causing me work for Lee. Lee tells them it's fine and sends them back out, and one of the Stolls ends up calling Lee mom before stumbling out of the infirmary.

Luke's immediately embarrassed about his brothers, Lee's loving it.

"Mom?"

"I'm so sorry-"

"Do they call you dad?"

"Please don't encourage this."

"Oh I'm definitely encouraging this."

"Dear gods-"

[flauntyourfoolishness]

levi being into idiots. he fuck one, wants to keep fucking them but he's being avoided like the plague and he doesn't like it one bit.

I can't stop thinking about levi actually pining for someone (going all the way out... in his way) only for them to think that levi was only after a hook up. while the person was ok with only a fuck, they admitted to themselves that they were down bad for levi but thought levi wasn't on the same page in terms of relationships. levi wants to invest on this person and he will not back down from trying to be with them so he notices right away that he's being avoided and he's pissed but he's also determined! levi hates playing games but what he hates even more is losing sleep bc he's low-key daydreaming about someone (and popping boners) so a game of cat and mouse unfolds and at one point the person is wary of levi — although he's still reserved, he's asking around about them so much their name doesn't feel like a word anymore from how much others tell them about levi's hunt chase after them; as much as they avoid him, he's e v e r y w h e r e they are. they are surrounded by levi; if his actions weren't so damn ambiguous to other people, others would start to question his sanity and say he's obsessed, for now they settle for the obvious fact that he is interested in this one person — but tbh his prey interest simply assume that since levi is so loyal to his few friends he doesn't want let go of the good relation/friendship and wanted to act normally after the "hook up" and they weren't interested in the you can look but you can't touch. little did they know that neither did levi. they stupidly assumed that levi were mature enough and he didn't took cutting ties quietly. he might were not the most open person about his feelings but he tended to solve his questions with others. the thing is... can you imagine how frustrated this man would be if 1.he was into a idiot 2.he can't stop thinking about when he fucked said idiot 3.he wants to fuck them again 4.they are ignoring him... like, can you imagine everyone around him being ???? as the, usually calm and collected, guy started to act clumsily, messily and carelessly from how stressed he is but also... unable to stop eyeing him because the guy looks so fucking good stressed. he needs to fuck and he needs to fuck them and it's driving him insane. the guy needs to cum but he refuse to settle for any less than the stupid person he can't let go of. can you imagine what he will do when he finally get them alone? get his shaky, desperate, angry hands on their body? when he remembers just how much they put him through? sure. first he will them that they are an idiot. and then he will fuck some sense in them. only to fuck them stupid? surely they can understand why he can't slow down or how he can't stop muttering the nastiest shit or how he absolutely can. not. stop. surely they can understand that he needs just one more round, after all, is their fault he had to wait for so long. he should be making sure they know they are his so long ago, making them feel how deep his want go... yeah, I think it would be neat.

[box-architecture]

An incredibly crack Students Benchtrio/Teacher Dream au, except its Benchtrio domming the hell out of this very tired man who would like to just do his job and take a long nap. Also omegaverse because you might as well add as much kink as possible.

(In bits and pieces shoved together because I originally made this a lot different and very small, and then my love went "actually what if we did it a little more like this" and now its actually a Whole Thing:tm:)

Dream is an omega teacher at a rich people private school. He's a lot more down to earth than most of the other teachers, can't be bribed with money and he doesn't give his students a free pass just because of their parents. He wants to teach his kids and he wants them to learn, dammit, now sit back down and stop insisting your father will hear about this.

Generally he's a pretty beloved teacher specifically Because he doesn't take shit and his teaching style feels very comfortable. He's always willing to lend an ear, gives good advice, pushes for students to think independently. Runs chess club, too, when he isn't burning himself out.

Tommy insists that he Hates Him.

Tommy absolutely cannot stand his awful teacher who demands he learn things and respect other peoples thoughts and opinions and isn't swayed by Tommy insisting he'll pass the class anyway. He challenges the way Tommy thinks, pushes him in a way no ones ever pushed him before, and the worst part is he's not even condescending or talking down to Tommy, He's Treating Him With Respect. Not like a dumb child who doesn't understand. Its awful. Dream was always so confident and an asshole and pretty and a bitch and Tommy would show him. Dream couldn't order him around with his stupid, pretty face. He was Tommy's teacher, not the other way around, and Tommy could do whatever he liked with him.

So of course he's gonna tell Tubbo about his plan, Tubbo's a good guy, he's Pack even, he'll help Tommy out. He has chess club with Dream too, right? He knows all about what Dream's like, he'll want to get involved.

Except when Tubbo agrees, he's not really agreeing for the reasons Tommy think he might.

Because yeah, Dream is the supervisor in charge of chess club, but no one goes to chess club anymore besides Tubbo. The students who usually went were busy this semester, or graduated last year, so its just Tubbo now, and it's a little…. silly, awkward, a little too serious, somehow, that it's just the two of them. But Tubbo comes to the front of the room and sits down with Dream at the bigger table with an already set up board, and they are In Public but there's also no one there with them and Tubbo Keeps Coming, and it's not awkward anymore, it's Good and Challenging and Intimate.

Dream is the one who taught Tubbo chess, when Tubbo got curious and went to chess club that first day. He was a good teacher for Tubbo, encouraged him and cheered on his wins and listened intently and treated Tubbo like a person inherently worthy of respect, something not even Tommy is always able to do. Dream is very much Tubbo's Teacher, His. Someday Tubbo would graduate and succeed at his personal ambitions, and he wanted Dream with him.

So Tubbo is in for a very different but somehow equally abnormal reason, and of course he ends up telling Ranboo, their boyfriend, much to Tommy's annoyance. Ranboo doesn't get it, Tommy complains. He likes Dream too much. Which is 100 percent true, because Ranboo is absolutely daydreaming, his class with Dream always has the sun facing their windows, making the sun shine on Dreams face and giving his hair a pretty halo. Ranboo staring staring staring longing to run his fingers through it. Imagining perfect, untouchable Dream unfurling like a flower when Ranboo touches him. A vulnerability he shows to no one else. The way Dream squeezed their shoulder when they were having a panic attack and made sure they were okay and their teacher was just So Pretty And Perfect-

Everyone is very normal and fine.

Rotating the day they put an anti suppressant in Dreams drink. How Ranboo probably distracted Dream by asking to speak in private while Tubbo slipped it in his water bottle.

Dream feeling a little warm, a little weirdly horny, but not making anything of it until the end of the day when Tubbo comes for Chess Club and brings his friends with him.

Dream jolting up because he smells Tommy and suddenly his heat is triggered full force. Dream's heat could immediately trigger from abruptly going off a suppressor, and Dream going into heat is the trigger for Tommy's rut.

And Dream of course would have been just fine going to the nurses office and then going home, but its after school, and Tommy immediately goes into rut and is Focused on Dream. But Dream is keeping the desk between them so Tommy needs to make a big show and Growl Lunge Snap Teeth at Tubbo and Ranboo until Dream darts between them and throws his hands out-

-and of course as soon as Dream throws himself in front of them to keep them safe Tommy is perfectly happy to get his hands on what he really wanted.

I think Tubbo should hold Dream in his lap while Tommy fucks him silly. Tubbo gets his hands underneath Dream's shirt and Ranboo cups his cheek and gives him little kisses even when Tommy gets growly because thats his job.

Tommy eventually is satisfied (young and eager but burns fast) and Dream is left still in heat and overwhelmed and He Needs but he should leave, he Needs to leave actually. Tommy is Tired and Satisfied and passes out. And Dream is still A Responsible Adult who will Leave Now and handle his heat Somewhere That Is Not Here Please God, but he's still a bit out of it and Needy and Tubbo and Ranboo…. take advantage of the Needy part and give him what he wants (touch and affection and petting his hair and sweet talk that makes Dream whimper because it feels degrading but he's also in heat and so the heat part of his brain says No Actually It Feels Good and he should let them take care of him.

and Tubbo will twist the situation much more expertly than Tommy's brute force ways and maybe even get Dream to say Yes I Want To (if he was in his right mind he would never agree) and Tubbo gets to "fuck him like he deserves."

(Something something Tubbo is absolutely a beta who thinks he's so rational and cool and calm and collected and a little cold. Beta stereotype of being Collected and Rational and not being affected by silly pheromones (like Tubbo doesn't have Dream on his lap sinking into his cock))

I think they should fuck him and then Ranboo should very carefully and gently pick him up and take him home.

Dream hasn't had a heat in a while, he usually takes suppressants, so it lasts for a few days, so of course Ranboo thinks he has to take responsibility. Its only fair after all they've asked of him. Ranboo will be the rational and advocating one of the three. Surely.

and its like a Friday evening so the school doesn't even notice until Dream calls them and tells them he can't come on Monday because of his heat.

and Ranboo is Very Much insane about Dream btw and very much ends up using his omega status as justification for A Lot Of Things like scenting Dream throughout the entire encounter, Constantly, nuzzling and purring and "Protecting him." and "Calming Him." Guards his scent gland, growls low and dangerous the one time Tommy tries to get his teeth near

Omegas Stick Together You See. They Look Out For Each Other. Very Normal.

Also something about eventually obviously Ranboo also Touches Dream but he can justify basically everything because it's omega4omega so it's Okay And Basically Not Even Sexual. "He's not sticking his dick in dream so is it really even sex you know." Like he isn't kissing Dream's scent gland and gently stroking his cock, gently playing with a nipple and licking into Dream's mouth on occasion. Its Just Normal Things™️and obviously if Dream is in Ranboo's nest its just gals being pals type behavior.

Dream is given one of Ranboo's bigger dress shirts to wear at his house. Maybe Ranboo even puts a plug in Dream to make his heat easier, kissing the marks Tommy made like you'd kiss a wound better.

Dream still has the instinct to hide his scent gland and to Protect Himself because He Cannot get bitten and be Mated he Must Not, but Ranboo is an omega so his instincts don't trigger and Ranboo can nuzzle and lick and kiss his scent gland and Dream might even feel Safe (and obviously Ranboo is very normal about this). Ranboo is Also normal about the fact that he thinks he knows how to pleasure Dream best because he knows what omegas like.

Dream, completely Heat Brained, quietly purring because He Is Protected Surely His Instincts Say He Is:

Ranboo who is filled with insanities:

Dream coming back to teaching trying his goddamn best to pretend everything is normal and treating benchtrio like nothing happened but Ranboo stays after class to ask a question and immediately takes advantage to step up and scent dream.

I think they should push Dream. Students That Have An Advantage x Teacher That Must Hide This Thing that happened and. keeps happening. Teacher will get blamed, Teacher will be The One Who Initiated even as he's being fucked on his desk by Tubbo.

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I think that Dream wants to say No Chess This Week and bolt from the classroom but he takes a breath and grounds himself, and Tubbo comes in as usual, but there's something more relaxed about him than usual, and Dream notes it and tries not to think too much. Tubbo is excited and happy and calling him "bossman" like usual. They're playing chess. Dream relaxes too, listening to Tubbo talk about his day and offering words when needed.

And maybe they can move on from this and things can be normal. Surely.

Except of course, Tubbo takes one of Dreams pieces and asks casually. "Have you really not had a heat for like, six years, boss?"

Because Dream had admitted to it, during the heat. When Tubbo was soothing in his ear asking questions about what he needed. How long it had been. Did they need to be more gentle with him.

Dream pauses and the flush is already creeping but he tamps it down and tries to just be honest and straightforward with Tubbo, treating him with respect like he always has.

"That's correct."

And of course Tubbo pushes. Why did he have it that way for so long? What did he do before that? Did he miss it?

And Dream keeps calm and careful, even as Tubbo begins claiming more and more of his pieces. This was a normal talk between a young man and his mentor, Tubbo was capable of being mature about these things, even if Dream wouldn’t go so far as to divulge his more personal life.

And maybe Tubbo is flaring his scent a little, marking the pieces knowing full well what it'll do. Dream is post-heat, but he's still a bit unsteady, and then Tubbo is getting out of his chair, knocking Dreams king over in an effort to get in close. He feels Dreams forehead and cups his cheek, you doing okay, boss? You shouldn't push yourself after all that.

Dream trying to push his chair away from the table and Tubbo crowding too much to let him. Starting to put his hands on Dreams neck because Tommy bit too hard, didn't he? I know he did while making sure to get as much of his scent on Dream as possible.

(maybe even being a bit jealous with the pretext of only thought and care. Tommy was too rough, but Tubbo wasn't)

And Dream protests and says he's fine, but.

Dream stumbles out of his chair trying to bail, but he trips and then Tubbo is On him, reassuring him that he'll help Dream with the problem even as he's pulling down his pants and stuffing him full. Obviously Dream was still having some latent issues from his heat. Tubbo would take care of him. Dream just needed to learn to accept help. After all, six years without a heat? His body must be so unused to it. Better that Tubbo take care of him, the way Dream always took care of Tubbo. He could be trusted.

Something something rationalizes it to Dream and something something guilt trips him into letting him fuck him because he let Tommy fuck him when he Needed it, and Tubbo Needs it, more than anything, and it's unfair Tommy gets a pass just because he's an alpha. Betas still have needs, he still has needs.

Dream being bent over an empty desk, trying to argue even as he's manhandled by Tubbo, everything suddenly moving so very fast, only getting to hear Tubbo unbuckling his belt before he's stuffed full.

Dream's cock leaking onto the empty classroom's floor. How Dream thinks it won't be a problem because Tubbo just wants to fuck him, just wants to fill him up, wants to satisfy himself with his body. After Tubbo cums it will be over.

Tubbo has other ideas though, and reins in his youthful eagerness until Dream spills over first. After Tubbo has filled him up and Dream sets on to compose himself. The shamefulness of seeing evidence of it staining school grounds.

Consider that as Dream's next heat gets close, Tommy picks up on it through mild scent changes and brings benchtrio over to Dream's house during his heat imposed break, barges in the moment the doors open, and demands to be allowed to help with his heat. Practically goes into rut again the moment he starts touching Dream

Or maybe, Tommy goes into rut, and has them barge in, demands Dream help him through it. you're my teacher, you're supposed to help me with shit.

Or maybe now they're synced up even, after the incident, so of course Tommy is going to make Dream take responsibility for "causing" Tommy's rut while he's in heat.

-But also Dream trying to be in control of the situation, trying to get Tommy to leave, it's His House now, he won't have Tommy Demand things, he's going to put Tommy outside and yell at him to go find someone else to spend his rut with him.

Tommy obviously doesn't let him and Pushes and Demands and Dream starts backing up and it goes from "Tommy No" to "Tommy please", pleading and trying to negotiate, and then to "Just- Just be gentle this time, Tommy. Please"

And thinking demon thoughts about Dream being a little scared and panicked because Tommy Was So Rough Last Time and he doesn't want to take it again, Tommy didn't make it feel that good, can't they just leave him alone.

Dream being helpless Dream begging for kindness, his scent becoming sour and fearful and stressed and its a hundred times worst on his heat because he's supposed to be safe during heat. He needs to be taken care of, not bruised and bitten without sweetness. Tubbo and Ranboo becoming tenser and tenser the farther Dream's scent twists into FearTerrorPain, bristling and up in the arms the moment Dreams begging for gentleness like he was going to be hurt and left to rot. And Tommy doesn't even get halfway through his lunge before Tubbo is slamming into him and pinning him to the floor. Tying him up while Dream clings to Ranboo and comes back down.

Ranboo growling at Tommy when he thrashes and pulling Dream closer. Dream nuzzling almost mindlessly and chirping so soft it makes all three of them zero in

and Tubbo and Ranboo take care of Dream while Tommy has to watch and be helpless to do anything. Thrashing and being feverish in his rut, Needing to knot someone, Needing to knot Dream. Being delirious with it, trying to bargain and then resorting to pleading.

Tubbo make a show out of it to Tommy. Fucks Dream from somewhere Tommy can see Almost Everything. Makes sure to make Tommy fucking feral by making him watch as he enters Dream over and over again. How he can't do anything But watch, how Tubbo treats it as a kindness and something Tommy is lucky to be able to witness after What He Did. How Tommy's cock leaks and how his rut fogged brain makes his hips spasm in his restrains, whining desperate and needy to fill Dream's hole

(Years of repressed resentment at people treating him as less than Tommy for not being an Alpha. But Tubbo is the one who's making their omega feel safe, kissing the bruises that Tommy left and proving himself to be the one Dream goes to. (Dream might be theirs, but Tubbo feels Dream curl around him and feels the glow of triumph. His.))

Eventually they'll let Tommy fuck Dream (after Tubbo has filled him up) with the condition that Dream is the one that rides him.

Something about Dream eventually sinking himself into Tommy's knot while Tommy thrusts into him, shallow and desperate. Dream whimpering from the stretch but biting his lip and trying to stay still while waiting for it to come down, but having the need for another orgasm build again. not being able to stop himself from shallowly moving his hips and making Tommy groan.

Tommy isn't allowed to bruise or bite until the old ones have faded and he can prove himself to be Gentler.

Tubbo coming up from behind to scent Dream. understanding he needs to cum again and circling his stretched rim with his fingers to make Dream whimper, and then jerking him off while whispering filthy things in his ear.

I think that Tubbo barks at Tommy to stop being so pushy even when he's tied down and Dream is riding his cock, because he keeps trying to thrust up, to control the pace, to fuck Dream as hard as he can

Dream's heat ends up triggering Ranboo's heat. I imagine he and Dream end up in Dream's bedroom in a nest that Dream had already partially made before Benchtrio showed up. Ranboo and Dream cuddling in the nest, Dream trying to keep him safe because He's Older He's Supposed To Protect but Ranboo refusing to let Dream use his body as his shield (like omegas used to do, back in the old days. The older omegas would protect the younger ones by covering them with their bodies, so they would take the first blow if something happened.) Ranboo keeping them both curled up and kissing Dreams scent gland and purring when Dream nuzzles his own.

rotated vaguely something about Ranboo wanting Dream to fuck him and fill him up and how Dream is vehemently against the idea because That's A Line He Must Not Cross, and something about Ranboo coercing/convincing him to do it.

Maybe something about how Dream helped Tommy through his rut and Ranboo now Needs this and Dream doesn't want to. Another way for Dream to allow himself to be used. Ranboo Is Simply Using Him For His Needs, Surely. Dream is just doing his duty. Ranboo tells Dream he needs to be fucked to have a clearer head to be able to fuck Dream after.

Because this will end in Ranboo being abnormal and spilling inside Dream. The others got to be inside Dream, but Ranboo needs to be there. Only he understands, after all.

Something about both being omegas and having to have each other and Only They Understand. Thinking about Ranboo (maybe not even being in heat) but using a hurt voice and Not Understanding why Dream won't fuck him like he needs it when he let Tommy and Tubbo fuck him when They Needed It. Dream is supposed to be their teacher, help them, why is he denying Ranboo but not the others.

(he understands very well, but he should have a little manipulation as a treat)

I think Dream is very stressed and helpless when he gets inside Ranboo. I think Ranboo has to encourage him to keep going, small praise and kisses where his scent glands are. Hmmm. I think Dream tries to get Ranboo to ride him to give Ranboo all the power, but Ranboo curls his entire body around Dream and turns them on their side so Dream is Forced to thrust and eventually get on top so Ranboo and wrap his legs around Dreams waist.

(Force Dream To Do It, Force Responsibility. Ranboo didn't just Take until Dream was forced to cum inside him, Dream had to fuck inside Ranboo himself.)

(very important that Ranboo babbles nonsense about omega cock btw)

And despite this Dream is clearly unsure and service topping and needs every single bit of praise, water in the desert. His heat making things even more muddled in his brain.

Tubbo fucking Ranboo through Dream btw

I think Ranboo makes Dream come, and then Tubbo gets impatient and pushes inside Dream without warning. And Dreams eyes are unfocused and he's teetering between Heat Brain are Focusing On What's Going On, enough that they can get him to say "yours. I'm yours"

Also I think Tommy should later be very pissy that he could have put his cock in Dreams mouth while they were doing this and "fill all his holes" But they weren't sharing.

Also. Tubbo noses Dreams scent gland and Dream whines, unsure and too fucked out. Ranboo has to kiss Dream and stroke his hair and nuzzle him.

Also also I think, beeduo wise, Tubbo is aware of Ranboos omega cock kink and during the threesome teases and asks if Ranboo is enjoying it, before thrusting in again and making Dream cry out as he is forced to fuck Ranboo a little deeper.

Something something after beeduo have fucked Dream thoroughly Tommy Needs It Desperately and.Dream is so wet from his heat and being fucked by the two of them that Tommy can fuck him fast and rough and This Time it feels good.

Dream can even encourage Tommy, praising him and telling him he can take what he Needs, it's okay. Dream Wants To Be Used. Dream telling Tommy he's doing so good, being so good to him. Dream is All His Right Now, To Use. To Have.

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Kind of torn because I want to have demons about Tommy pushing Dream around and fucking him and using him, but I also want Tubbo to be really abnormal about Dream and to show off to Tommy how much better Tubbo and Dreams relationship is, how much better Dream responds to Tubbo, how easy Tubbo can pull and coax Dream, no matter how resistant, into sinking to his knees and opening his mouth for cock

I was thinking. Tubbo should- sneak up?- behind Tommy and put a hand around his neck and growl. Because Tommy didn't get his permission to fuck Dream. Tommy sneaked off when school ended to get Dream alone in his classroom. And Dream couldn't say no, just wanted it to be gentler, and to some degree it is, because Tommy isn't biting down quite as hard, not desperately plundering Dream like he had the first time because he Needed Him Never Gotten A Taste before.

He's not as bad but he's still Rough, and Dream whimpers and takes it until suddenly Tubbo is there, hissing and furious and telling him to be gentle, for fucks sake

(also at some point maybe Dream should mumble beta like safety comfort protection while shaking and clinging to Tubbo and Tubbo preens, darkly satisfied with how Tommy glares and growls and can't do anything about it)

really like leaning into the idea that Tommy's fucking awful. He's going to Take Dream because he Needs Him Wants Him Dream Is His Worst Enemy His Terrible Teacher. Dream challenges Tommy in class and doesn't flinch or let him just pass by school. Its infuriating and Tommy is obsessed..

Everyone treats him like a silly kid, cause Wilbur waves off anything Tommy does and he can do whatever he'd like. Dream treats him like a person and gives him detention and is confident and self assured when Tommy tries to make his life hell and Dream wins, every single time. Its insanity.

(I think. Dream should have his long hair tied into a knot, especially in the case of Benchtrio au. And when Tubbo takes control he makes sure to undo the knot and have Dream's hair fall a bit messy. Dream's composure, undone. Dream open completely to him. Tubbo Needs To See The Vulnerability.)

There can be both you see. Tommy first, then Tubbo arrives to scold Tommy and tie Tommy up and he has to watch. Or/and Tommy is tied up because Tubbo knows how he is but he gets to fuck Dream after. The After can be a little while after, Tommy coming back for Dream and being able to be more pushy because Dream is still in heat and a little out of it from Tubbo having had his way with him. Dream wanting the pleasure/wanting to be a good teacher and give Tommy what he needs

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Dream teaching the class that day when another instructor comes in to get something from the classroom and ends up chatting Dream up, flirting with him, putting benchtrio on edge with the way Dreams cheeks flush and and he smiles back.

And at the end of the school day benchtrio keeps him from leaving and demand to know if he was seeing that guy, what was he doing, what about them.

What do you mean, what about you? Dream asks, confused. He just wanted to go out for coffee some time, get to know each other better.

And Tubbo immeadietly protests darkly you don't even like coffee, that teacher doesn't know you like we do.

you don't need him, you're dating Us, Tommy says fiercely with a look that brokers no argument.

We need you; youre our teacher. What if Tommy goes into rut again and you're not there? Ranboo practically drapes himself against Dreams back, and Dream realizes too late that Ranboo is pulling back his shirt collar and nosing Dream’s scent gland.

Dream tries to argue that he is not dating benchtrio and that it's inappropriate for students and teachers to participate in those sorts of relationships, but obviously they're more interested in reminding him of his place in their pack

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thinking again about how Dream was teaching, maybe using a whiteboard instead of a chalkboard, and how another teacher, or maybe a special faculty member, enters his classroom. Because Dreams class has a big storage area in the back you see, where a lot of extra stuff is stashed away that usually isn't needed, but of course, this is a special circumstance, and they apologize for the interruption.

And Dream smiles and says it's fine and goes over to help with the storage unit, instructing his class to continue with the activity on their papers. But benchtrio all watch out of the corner of their eye as the faculty member who came in- smiling just a bit warmer than is polite, a faint scent of alpha lingering- watches Dream unlock the closet with appreciation. Gets the stuff they need from it, and then lingers in the storage to joke and chat with Dream Stiffening as the teacher touches Dreams elbow, marks him a little there with their wrist. Dreams cheeks are a little pink as he shuts the closet. Tommy biting down on his eraser and Tubbo clenching his fist when the teacher comes up behind Dream while he locks the closet and almost Crowding. Claiming.

Dreams lack of suppressants now had made some of the faculty a little bolder, a little horny-dumb.

And Dream, for all that he looks tired and rough some days from his erratic sleep schedule, is still a very pretty man.

And I think that the teacher might have stayed the rest of the hour, flirting and scenting him and making Dreams cheeks go from pink to red, but Ranboo abruptly demands that Dream come help him with his writing, its Important, he needs Guidance, and Dream apologetically turns away and goes back to teaching. The other teacher grins crookedly and waves and says they'll be by later when school ends to return what they've borrowed.

Ranboo, while Dream leans over and looks at his paper, rubs his hand and wrist against Dreams elbow, covering the intruders scent with his own. Dreams breath quickens for a moment, but he stays composed.

And of course, it's chess after school that day. Tubbo rushes to pack his bag and head over because Absolutely Fucking Not. Some asshole was not going to take his beloved mentor just because they were a shit alpha who thought they were worthy of fucking Dream now that he smelled more omega. They didn't deserve to have Dream, they didn't know anything about him, not like Tubbo did. They wouldn't know how to take care of him, and benchtrio could do it better anyway.

He steps into the classroom to find that the teacher had apparently went to find Dream a little early, during last period. A small ribbon of hair had fallen out of Dreams bun during the day, and the other faculty was being Oh So Polite as to tuck it behind his ear, cupping his cheek as they finish. Pretty carnation reds are blooming across his cheeks, and it would be a pleasurable sight if it wasn't for the alpha obviously enveloping his mentor in the most desperate, pathetic "fuck me" pheromones, like they thought they could get Dream on his knees then are there.

Tubbo icily says that it's chess club time, getting close and setting his bag down at their special table with a loud thump. The teacher is obviously annoyed, and Dream looks embarrassed at being found like this and ready to scold, but the teacher shrugs and says Another Time. Maybe even kisses Dreams hand or cheek before leaving.

The door shuts with a neat little snck!

Dream turns and goes over to Their Special Table, already gently scolding Tubbo about being more respectful to the other school faculty, when Tubbo seizes him and slams their mouths together. He's burying his hands in Dreams hair and pulling it out of it's bun, brushing his hands through until the parts touched by the intruder were free of their cloying scent. Dream whimpers faint protests, but Tubbo demands entry to his mouth, so he gives in, and Tubbo makes a noise of approval. When he's finally satisfied with his claim (aka he needs to fucking breathe) he lets go. Dream is looking at him with wide eyes, lips puffy and red, disheveled, owned.

And of course, that's when Tommy and Ranboo burst in too, having been far behind Tubbo in thought process.

And it takes no time at for Tubbo to tell them the faculty member was trying to fuck Dream, seducing him. And Ranboo is immeadietly behind Dream and nuzzling their nose into his nape, feeling up his body- purely to fix the scent marks, of course- and chirring, are you okay? Omega? Im here

That Awful Alpha Is Gone Now. Omegas look out for each other, of course.

Dreams protests that he's fine go ignored. It doesn't matter that he insists he's an adult able to have a rational conversation with a coworker, it doesn't matter that Dream was taller, stronger than that other man, that there had never been any actual danger. Surely If They Hadn't Gotten There In Time He'd Be Pinned Against The Wall.

Also since I'm still thinking about this: Dream definitely tries to get control back by saying it wasn't any of their business who he decided to talk to or date.

He isn't actually interested in the guy like that, at most he was hopeful for a work friend, but he was also very aware that the guy was interested in him. Even if he wasn't The Most Comfortable with the idea, he could be someone to fuck Dream through his next heat, because Surely Dream Can Stop Benchtrio From Trying To Get Involved With Him, Surely.

It wasn't ideal, but his students were on the cusp of growing up, Surely they just needed a gentle nudging to understand that their teacher was not someone they could have this kind of relationship with. They'd graduate soon anyway, and then they'd leave him behind, so it really was for the best that they stopped attempting to claim him.

He doesn't say that last part out loud though.

Doesn't mention how it was very likely they'd all leave town to go find themselves, far beyond where Dream was. How this obsession was temporary, Dream was temporary. Just reiterates that they're Students and he's their Teacher, this was Poor Conduct and Inappropriate

And of course, all three of them are displeased with the idea of Dream dating someone else and looking for dates or for someone to help him with his heat.

"You're dating us, not him. No one else gets to have you." Tommy says with a scowl, before Ranboo starts unbuttoning Dreams shirt.

I think Dream, very briefly, pleads with Tubbo. Hoping to appeal to him, to Understand. And Tubbo sees Dream Asking Begging Relying On Him, the way Tubbo always wanted, and needs to stick his cock in Dreams hole. Orders Ranboo to lay him down on Their Special Table so Tubbo can unbuckle him.

Also I think Tommy argues that he should be the one to fuck Dream first because he brought the lube. Maybe even shoves a finger into Dreams hole and starts stretching him.

Dream crying out and trying to squirm away, only for Ranboo to kneel down and start kissing him, holding Dream’s face and licking into his mouth gently as if to comfort him while Tubbo and Tommy argue

Could also have Ranboo stand up and unbutton himself, coaxing Dream into swallowing his cock, just to hold, Ranboo says softly, cooing and petting Dreams head. it'll make you feel better.

And Dreams mind shuts off briefly as he becomes pliant, eyes half lidded as he drools from the heavy weight of the cock in his mouth. good omega. Perfect.

I think Tommy and Tubbo should double penetrate Dream, Tommy and Dream laying on the desk, while Ranboo occupies Dreams mouth because "it isn't fair that they both get to have you and I don't."

he's being so good, taking care of their needs, letting them satisfy themselves with his body like a good teacher and a good omega and a good packmate.

Obviously they just needed to get a taste of him to calm down.

Also Tommy bites Dreams tits and sucks on them and it's very much a kink for him because look at him. That boy has Some Sort Of Mommy Issues/Kink.

Dream ever since the start has been scolding him and holding him accountable and being a stable adult where Tommy had none. Tommy is going to Fuck His Tits and make Dream get on his knees to service him and demand comfort and cuddles and Dream Is His You See

Which is slightly different from Tubbos "You're my mentor Mine and I want to be your equal and have you rely on my the way I've relied on you and I'll Take Care Of You" Tommy want to be taken care of VS Tubbo wanting to do the taking care.

More thoughts that haunt me:

Ranboo is obsessed with using Dream’s hair to get off and licking Dreams hole when he's slicking, and has a habit of Revering Dream like he's a pretty, sacred, and pure thing for Ranboo to covet and hide away

there's a marriage-like thing where people can form a pack and be officially together in the eyes of the law, because I felt like that would be a thing to allow for benchtrio to "marry" Dream into a pack and make him theirs when they're adults

Tubbo has a daydream about eventually taking over Schlatts company and using his power and influence to ask Dream to marry him and quit his teaching job, because Dream isn't allowed to find another student to mentor. He's meant to be Tubbos Mentor Only.

Tommy wants Dream to call him Alpha and beg for him, AlphaAlphaAlpha, it's something that gets him hard immediately when he thinks about it. He has a lactation kink and wants to suck milk from Dreams tits while Dream begs him to stop.

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Also consider that instead, Ranboo getting fed up with Tommy and Tubbo arguing about who gets to fuck Dream first, and getting progressively more insane as slick drips out of Dream's hole, and wanting to fuck Dream himself because he never gets to.

thinking maybe Dream is already so slick and Ranboo's cock isn't as big as an alpha's so he just gets to slip inside him so easily. And maybe Ranboo losing his control a little because he didn't think it would feel like this he didn't think-

It being so slick and so easy to slide his cock in and out of Dream…. Whining as he presses his nose against Dream's hair and fucks fast fast fast into Dream until he's panting and desperate like he's never been before.

Too much pleasure all at once. Dream feels Too Good Ranboo needs as much as he can get Immediately.

Listennnn it's important that Ranboo fucks him fast and desperate and Tubbo and Tommy can hear Ranboo's panting and the squelching and wet sounds from Ranboo desperately slipping his cock inside Dream's slick hole.

Maybe Ranboo has enough space to get some fingers inside Dream too. Dream who has Also never had fingers and cock at the same time, going insane as he feels Ranboo press into him, calling him omega, cooing. Dream so fucked out he says omega back and begs for something he can't name.

Also I think Tommy and Tubbo should be looking at them both with Wide Eyes. Tommy is a little jealous that Ranboo got a turn first, but Tubbo preens because that's his Ranboo and his Dream. His omegas feeling good and happy with each other and in the presence of their packmates…

Tommy having a lot more insecurity because he doesn't feel like he Has Dream yet. While Tubbo is very confident that he has Dream forever because Mentor because Tubbo Is Capable, Tommy's tendency to oppose and fight Dream and "rival" him in class Vs Tubbo having that close mentor bond that allows Tubbo to "be on his side"

And Ranboo, who has never had the courage to try to get too close to Dream, finally getting to Have and Hold.

Tommy feels like he's never quite equal to Dream, is always playing catch up, having to fight and rival Dream to be heard and to be taken seriously while Tubbo can stand regal and calm next to Dream like he always belonged there

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I really want to do silly drama with the Dream Thinking They're Going To Seperate From Him Once They Graduate because Silly

Like. Tubbo demanding Dream tell him what he plans to do when Tubbo graduates. And Dream smiles tiredly and says the chess club will probably get new members from the freshmen. He'll be a mentor to a new student.

And Tubbo being absolutely furious because no, there wouldn't be another student. There couldn't be. All that attention, the affection and kindness and respect- that wasn't for other people. Someone else sitting where Tubbo sat and soaking in Dream's love wasn't allowed.

Dream could only have one special student, could only be mentor to one. His love was meant for Tubbo alone. Tommy and Ranboo are allowed to share with him, but only because they're Pack, they're Tubbo's, and they're not trying to take Tubbos place as Dreams most faithful and beloved student.

But also considering that Dream plans to get transferred to another school after this year, because he doesn't think he can bear to be there after benchtrio leave and go off to who knows where. Better to start fresh, he thinks. In another city, maybe.

And of course benchtrio finds out he plans to transfer and goes insane about it. Transfer means Moving Away From Them Going Somewhere Else They Can't Get To.

Tommy immeadietly demanding where are you goingwhere are you going You need to tell me Now. Ranboo pulling out the hurt voice and did we do something wrong?

And of course they don't seem to understand, don't Realize that they're going to be graduating, Leaving Dream behind.

And all this to say they fuck him until he understands he's being kept

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But also I wanted to talk about the lactation kink

Because i think Tommy sucks Dreams tits a while before they start producing milk

Specifically he sucks them enough that something in Dream assumes they're supposed to be lactating and begin producing it close to and during Dreams heats.

So a couple days before Dreams heat is supposed to start, Dream adruptly gets quiet during class, and benchtrio notices he's acting a little off. Which of course obviously is their business. (It's about disregarding Dream's boundaries and autonomy because it's more important to find out what's bothering him or what he's hiding you see)

I just want the imagery of Dream trying to hide his chest, begging for them to leave it be.

Tubbo pulling Dreams arms back while Tommy rips his shirt open.

"Don't look, don't look."

And benchtrio losing their breath at the sight of Dreams chest fuller than normal, leaking down his stomach. Dream turning away, trembling and cheeks heated.

"I didn't know he could do that." Tommy poking at his chest.

"You have been sucking on them a lot, Tomms."

"And biting them." Ranboo delicately circles a nipple, listening to Dream whimper as more milk dribbles out.

I think Tommy should insist that he Deserves to drink from Dreams chest, actually, despite Dreams panicked protests. He was providing for his Alpha, so of course Tommy was entitled to it.

Ranboo should coo and purr and tell Dream what a good omega he is, to provide for them.

Encouraging Dream to be pliant and submit. They were just exploring his body. They were his students, his pack, it was their job.

Dream wants to put a stop to it Now, wants to get his body to calm down and Stop This. No, he won't allow Tommy to drink from him. He won't.

He can't stop Tommy from ripping his shirt and getting his hands on his tits and Sucking. Can't do anything if he's backed up against his desk with Ranboo cooing and petting his hair and Tubbo making sure he's pinned in place.

Tommy eagerly taking Dream in his mouth sucking hard, while Ranboo delicately licks at his tit before raising his head to kiss Dream, letting him taste himself.

I think it's very important that when Tommy gets really into it he sucks Dream's tits in almost quiet reverence? He can be rough at first, grab Dream's tits and make Dream whine from oversensitivity. Suck hard and eagerly, not being overly careful with his teeth. But eventually he'll get a very focused Look in his eyes and cup Dream's tits more gently, roll and massage them in his hands to hear Dream sigh and feel him shyly arch up to push his tits into Tommy's palms.

Tommy will suck less desperately but with a focused intensity, make it good for Dream and only teasing his teeth to make Dream shiver, not to hurt him. Swirl his tongue around Dream's nipples and lapping at any milk that leaks down.

I think some milk should leak down Dream's stomach, reaching his happy trail, to then have Tommy kneel confidently in front of Dream to be able to start licking from his happy trail up to his tit and not leave any milk wasted.

I also think Tommy should eventually do it on purpose, have Dream's tit dribble too much for him to lap up and Have to stream down his stomach for Tommy to then lap up.

I think Tubbo might even help by squeezing Dream's other tit and have the milk flow free.

I think Tommy wants to see Dream wet, I think Tommy wants to see Dream struggle to keep his tits from just leaking and leaking, so full and heavy with milk made just for Tommy. Tommy wants to suck but he also wants to see Dream struggle, embarrassed and Full and his tits dribbling with milk and he can't Stop.

And Tommy wants to make a mess of Dream, a mess of his stomach so he has an excuse to lick, and he wants to feel Dream tremble and not be able to control himself with Tommy on his knees for him. Tommy wants Dream to whine and have his hips stutter and be so ashamed by it.

Tommy wants an excuse to unzip him and get his cock out, to hear Dream say Tommy doesn't need to, to not do it No no no always no, because it's indecent because they're in school because they are students and he's the teacher and they shouldn't they shouldn't no, and yet he's aching when Tommy gets his hand around him. Tommy wants him messy, to get milk to dribble on Dream's cock, to make it that much sweeter when Tommy swallows it down.

Tommy sucking Dream's cock, pulling off to kitten lick at the head, lapping up all the milk, and licking the length of it to make sure he gets every drop. He wants to hear Dream beg for it like he hasn't before. He wants to make Dream desperate and to force him to admit to his pleasure. Tommy sucks him off until Dream can't stop himself from fucking into Tommy's mouth, just once just- he needed it so bad. And Tommy pulls off to get up and unzip himself, getting a hand on both of their cocks and the other circling one of Dream's tits, forcing him to leak all over his stomach and slicking their cocks with his milk.

Their cum joining the mess after Tommy strokes them to completion. Dream's breath ragged and uneven as Tommy tells him to Look at himself as Tommy strokes them fast and messy between their stomachs.

Tommy has to get Dream slick and has to make him Look and has to force him to watch himself fuck fast and desperate into the slick tight heat of Tommy's hand.

And it's important that when Tommy gets his own cock out he crowds Dream close and that his hand is big enough to get around both of their cocks so that when they are both slick with Dream's milk Tommy's cock can slide against Dream's.

If Tubbo is sandwiching Dream…. while Tommy plays with one of Dream's tits Tubbo plays with the other and maybe Tubbo can get a hand on both of their cocks too, get to stroke Dream from the base. Maybe nibble.on the opposite side of his gland, needing to bury his face against Dream's neck because Holy Shit. And maybe rutting against Dream's ass while he watches.

He's This close to pinning Dream against Tommy to be allowed to fully rut against his ass.

(Ranboo is going to use this "lack of attention" as an excuse to hog Dream the next day, insisting that since it's the day before his heat, Ranboo should be with him. Should take him home, actually, he doesn't look well. Maybe his heat has come early from being fucked so much? But Ranboo will take him and get him in his nest and make sure he's alright)

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Also Tommy should fuck Dream's tits. Another time maybe. When they're in Dream's bed and Dream is whining because his tits are so full. and Dream thinks Tommy will suck them like he tends to but they're so full and heavy and steadily leaking much to Dream's embarrassment. And Tommy can't contain himself, tells Dream they'll try something different this time. Tommy wants to fuck between his tits and have the stimulation make Dream's tits leak onto his cock.

Tommy fucking Dreams tits and having Dream lick the tip of his cock every time it thrusts forward just enough to reach. Telling Dream to open his mouth when Tommy gets close so Tommy can cum in his mouth, over his face. Makes Dream lull his tongue out like a dog. Dream unable to stop himself from crying out, short and breathy, ah ah ah! because his tits are being fondled and messed with and it's So Much.

Tommy purposely doesn't suck his tits before fucking them to make sure Dream Needs the relief while Tommy is fucking them. To make sure the stimulation makes them leak but also to make sure Dream Has to touch his own tits, has to push them together and circle them and tease them and pleasure himself while being used by Tommy.

Has to push them together, making it tighter for Tommy. Forced to participate, forced to let Tommy fuck him, forced to encourage Tommy to fuck him. Making himself feel good and making himself be a good omega and pleasing his alpha. Wordless pleas until Tommy demands to be called alpha.

Ashamed that he's kneading his own tits and yet he still can't help himself from trying to lick the pre off of Tommy's cock. Like he's addicted.

I think Tommy should stop just before he's about to cum and make Dream admit he wants Tommy's cum in his mouth.

Make Dream sob and say yes, yes Alpha, please please please I need it, please don't stop

And Dream even tries to continue massaging his tits around Tommy's cock, so far gone and desperate that his shame is secondary.

Trying to reach out and lick the tip again.

Tommy's going to make sure to shove the head of his cock just inside Dreams mouth when he comes and watch Dream swallow.

Tommy hardening again and eyes wide because Dream opens his mouth again with his tongue out and whines, lost to his heat and wanting to be told how good he was. And Tommy knows now, Tubbo has drilled it into his head that Dream needs lots of praise, he makes sure to tell Dream what a good boy he is, stuttering on the words, Tommy's omega.

And I think he never really knows what to do when Dream is like this. Most of the time it's about trying to get Dream to submit and admit he likes it. Most of the time Tommy is pushing him to go down.

But now Dream is down. He's looking up at Tommy and open, wanton. Tommy can take what he wants without resistance, and it's terrifying.

And he's grown since their first heat. The thought of causing Dream distress like that again- especially when he looks so trusting- leaves a horrible pit in his stomach. Tommy won't betray him. His OmegaPackmateDream.

His instincts shifting from needing to Dominate/Claim to Protect/Satisfy. I think Tommy fucks him until Dreams heat calms down a little more, and then he buries his cock inside Dream and holds him close. And he feels a little silly about it, but Alphas Protect Their Omegas and cuddling counts, he's pretty sure.

Dream is purring softly, dazed. Sleepy. His scent is the most content it's ever been like around Tommy. He's falling asleep and shifting to take Tommy just a Little Deeper, and Tommy will BiteMaimKill anyone who walks through that door because this is His, you see. Tubbo may get to have Dream as his mentor, and Ranboo might get to have Omega stuff, but he gets Dream right now.

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Dream isn't at his desk when Benchtrio arrive at his class on Wednesday. Its a substitute, instead, some lady they don't know and don't care about. Tommy can't even hold it in long enough for class to start to start badgering about where Dream went. The sub looks a little bored when she says "I have no idea", a stark contrast to how on-edge he feels. Dream is a workaholic. He doesn't take breaks unless its required. So why-

Purpled doesn't show up to class. The debate team is going off-campus for a couple days to a big tournament. He'd been complaining about how one of the instructors for the team was sick so they might not get to go. But Dream would never have let that happen. Not when it meant so much to them. So of course he'll spend a few days wrangling intense 17 year olds before collapsing at 11:57 PM on Friday.

Of course, Tubbo is only able to find this out after Ranboo goes to the office and asks in a voice that has just a Hint of omega distress where his teacher is, did something happen? The only omega teacher at the school isn't here - and has to be reassured by the stressed staff that No, This Isn't A Conspiracy Or An Issue Related To Gender.

Tubbo leans his head against Dream's classroom door, after school ends. They're supposed to have chess club today.

Dream comes home and doesn't even get undressed before faceplanting into bed. He's So Exhausted. He had been carrying supplies and helping manage an event he wasn't even involved in, for Days, Overnight. He spent more time awake trying to calm crazy teenagers than asleep, and the sleep wasn't very good. The school asked a lot of him, for very little in return.

And Ranboo has an alarm on his phone for when the event finally ends and the group has driven home, so he pokes Tubbo awake, who calls Tommy, and they head over to Dreams apartment because They Can't Be Normal And Wait Until Morning, They Need To Know He's Back They Need To See Him Now.

And Ranboo unlocks the door with they key Dream gave them ("for emergencies" he said sternly, even though they all knew better) so they can slip inside. Its completely unlit save for one soft kitchen light, and Dreams shoes and socks have been haphazardly taken off and kicked in a corner.

Dream stirs a little when Ranboo passes by Tommy and enters the bedroom. Ranboo goes to him immediately and pets his hair, trilling softly like Dream was a sick partner in need of care. Cups his cheeks as he kneels by Dreams side.

Dreams eyes barely open, trilling back, before the scent of safety and affection reassure him its safe to go back to sleep.

Dream only feeling the beginnings of stress before its pushed down by Pack and Omega Reassurance. Ranboo feels triumph as he fully unties Dreams hair and kisses his mouth.

Tubbo is staring. He's still upset that another club took Dream from him, that other students took Dream from him. There's other scents on Dreams clothes, and dark circles around his eyes. It's hard not to feel bitter and resentful and… domestic, almost, as he sighs and gently turns Dream on his back to begin undressing him.

This isn't quite turning out how I intended it to when I was sleepily rotating. The whole thing was about how I wanted Tubbo to call Dream while sitting in his classroom and being upset because What About Chess Club/Our Time That's Only For Us, and Dream was real apologetic about it, but is also very gentle when he says He's A Teacher, He Has To Care For All Of His Students, and Tubbo hears other students on the line clamoring for Dreams input so he has to go.

And Tubbo isn't mad at Dream for doing his job. He knows rationally that this needs to be done. But he Wants, Selfishly, for all of Dreams attention, to be his Only student. Chess club days were for Them, so Tubbo could pretend Dream belonged only to him.

So when Dream comes back, he's a bit insane about needing his time, and makes sure Dream is on his cock, at least for a little while.

And the idea was that Dream would only be awake long enough to be wary of intruders before recognizing the scent of Pack and Ranboo comforting him and passing out again. And they would all fuck him while he was sleeping.

Making soft noises when they made him feel good, little mumbles of their name. Instinctively recognizing their scents, even while asleep.

Ranboo would cradle him in their arms and get kisses out of him, they'd all get a little insane as they undressed him, because it was originally to get him out of uncomfortable work clothes, but then Tubbo can't help removing his boxers. Can't help making Dream as naked as possible, exposed to his eyes.

And Tommy impulsively grabs a tit to knead, only for all three of them to go very still as Dream whimpers and turns his head away, still sleeping, good enough to eat.

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Also, a side thing I wasn't sure if it was a thing because I've been debating how Marking a scent gland actually works

Because I think it doesn't always leave a scar. You have to be in a committed relationship for a while, someone biting in the same spot, probably, for the mark to stay. It fades after a time, the way stretch marks do, maybe even vanishing completely if it wasn't bitten often enough.

Because I think, maybe, Dream was in a past relationship with someone (George? Sapnap?) And he has faint silvery marks from that, from Way Back When. The marks are clearly old.

Specifically for that feeling of Possessiveness from Benchtrio (someone else had him first someone tried to claim him) but also because I imagine Dream had this really earnest first relationship that he wholeheartedly loved and believed in, and it broke his heart when it ended.

Something something Dream feeling a little lonely. A little sad. A little unbelieving that he's someone who can be loved and wanted.

Something about how he can already feel his heart crack with the knowledge that Benchtrio are going to leave after the year ends, leaving him alone again (as they should, they shouldn't be focusing so much on one of their teachers. They have to go out and explore the world, not stay behind with him)

And something about how he can't even begin to understand the way they're fixated on him, can't look at it for too long, because it's Not Allowed and if they do care about him, it's just a puppy love, surely, they'll get over him.

Even though Tommy is obsessed with how Dream challenges him, obsessed with the way Dream is the only person who has ever bothered to treat him like a responsible adult who's both capable and should be pushing himself, because Dream believes he can be more. Tubbo getting to be treated like a capable adult and not a side act or a shadow of other people, getting to be heard, Wanted, being told he has potential and given the chance to Fufill it, and wanting nothing more than the person who believed in him to be Right There By His Side. Ranboo getting personal attention and kindness in a way he's never gotten before, while also being treated like a capable adult, and not just "a sad omega." Getting to have someone who Understands what that's like, who let's you be yourself, who stands against the world at the first hint of you needing it.

...Also remembering Tommy's insane mommy kink like Jesus christ. He really met the One person who was willing to hold him accountable and said "I need fuck you to assert dominance and also be insane about you forever. Tell me what to do so I can punish fuck you for it, and also tell me I did a good job afterwards"

...Tubbo inside Dream while Ranboo fucks himself on Dreams cock.

I think Ranboo suggests Tommy try using Dreams hair to jerk off during this, and Tommy thinks it's nice but he doesn't understand how Ranboo gets hard at the thought of it, seriously Ranboo? It's soft, but it's just hair

And Ranboo stops bouncing on Dreams cock to argue this with him.

While Tubbo rolls his eyes and whispers to Dream that this is like the third time they've argued today, before snickering because Tommy was mad that Ranboo stole the last piece of cake.

And Dream laughs a little, which immeadietly draws Tommy's attention, and he demands Dream suck on his cock instead, supposedly because "You can't laugh on my cock" even though Ranboo point out that it would only theoretically stifle the giggles.

imagery of Dream in an apron, comfortable homemaker clothing, being told to get on his knees and suck Tommy or Tubbos cock. Smth smth they spend a little bit role-playing with Dream as their special house omega, not for chores, just an excuse to be able to Free Use him at any time around the house. Bending him over the counter, the couch, pressing him against the wall. Ranboo takes particular delight in Dream bouncing on his cock while he lays in bed, before wheedling Dream into fucking him. Maybe Ranboo bounces on Dreams cock, while Dream whimpers and turns his face away, gripping the sheets tight and unable to stop himself from thrusting up when Ranboo clenches down and makes sure he feels it. Tommy probably has Dream give him a tit job, but also is 100 percent activating his mommy kink with that apron and pulling Dream in his lap to suck on his nipples. Dream eventually runs a hand through his hair, and Tommy rumbles, snaking his hands up the back of Dreams shirt to push him closer

Tubbo is going to this fancy school because Schlatt is his rich uncle, and is going to have him inherit the company someday. Tubbo daydreaming of the day he's CEO, able to grab Dream's hip and pull him close in his private office. His mentor can't find an excuse to push Tubbo away anymore, because Tubbo is a full grown man now, with a company, with the power to take care of Dream the way Dream always took care of him. And Dream can protest and make a fuss about being Tubbos former teacher, but it's a flimsy excuse now that Tubbo can press Dream close against the desk and nobody can stop him.

Tommy likes kissing like it's a fight to win, tongue inside Dream's mouth, practically tongue fucking him just to make Dream falter. Tommy like sucking on Dreams bottom lip until it looks bruised and puffy, and he's very proud of how fucked out Dream looks just from a kiss alone

Ranboo kisses with a lot of sensual intent. It's exactly that girl kissing girl energy where they're pretending they're straight but it's clear they're both really into it. A line a spit between them and heavy breaths, Ranboo licking into Dreams mouth and making sure to play with his tongue. Holding the back of Dream’s head just so he can thread his fingers into Dreams hair.

Tubbo doesn't like putting his tongue in anyone's mouth, and in his eyes the best kiss is one of lips being pressed firmly together, holding Dream close pulling him tight to his chest. He's very quick to move to hickies trailing down Dreams neck, sucking hard so that the bruises are obvious. When Dream starts protesting, Tubbo is quick to remind him that he's Tubbo's teacher, and therefore Tubbo can do whatever he wants with him

Tommy likes kissing like it's a fight to win, tongue inside Dream's mouth, practically tongue fucking him just to make Dream falter. Tommy like sucking on Dreams bottom lip until it looks bruised and puffy, and he's very proud of how fucked out Dream looks just from a kiss alone

Ranboo kisses with a lot of sensual intent. It's exactly that girl kissing girl energy where they're pretending they're straight but it's clear they're both really into it. A line a spit between them and heavy breaths, Ranboo licking into Dreams mouth and making sure to play with his tongue. Holding the back of Dream’s head just so he can thread his fingers into Dreams hair.

Tubbo doesn't like putting his tongue in anyone's mouth, and in his eyes the best kiss is one of lips being pressed firmly together, holding Dream close pulling him tight to his chest. He's very quick to move to hickies trailing down Dreams neck, sucking hard so that the bruises are obvious. When Dream starts protesting, Tubbo is quick to remind him that he's Tubbo's teacher, and therefore Tubbo can do whatever he wants with him

Tommy likes kissing like it's a fight to win, tongue inside Dream's mouth, practically tongue fucking him just to make Dream falter. Tommy like sucking on Dreams bottom lip until it looks bruised and puffy, and he's very proud of how fucked out Dream looks just from a kiss alone

Ranboo kisses with a lot of sensual intent. It's exactly that girl kissing girl energy where they're pretending they're straight but it's clear they're both really into it. A line a spit between them and heavy breaths, Ranboo licking into Dreams mouth and making sure to play with his tongue. Holding the back of Dream’s head just so he can thread his fingers into Dreams hair.

Tubbo doesn't like putting his tongue in anyone's mouth, and in his eyes the best kiss is one of lips being pressed firmly together, holding Dream close pulling him tight to his chest. He's very quick to move to hickies trailing down Dreams neck, sucking hard so that the bruises are obvious. When Dream starts protesting, Tubbo is quick to remind him that he's Tubbo's teacher, and therefore Tubbo can do whatever he wants with him

Dream attempts to go out on a date with a random guy, to "get over/ignore" his weird relationship with Benchtrio and to steel himself for the future where they'll graduate and leave him behind. The date is nice, if a bit boring, but the guy has the audacity to nip at Dreams scent gland when they're making out against the door to Dreams apartment, never biting down to leave a mark, but hard enough that Dream feels heady and an urge to Submit, and he pushes the guy off and curtly says goodnight because it's really, really rude to do that to someone on a first date. And yeah it was a fling, but Dream was a little traditional in that he wanted to be Romanced before people started touching his scent gland

he gets off on his fingers that night, unwilling to call the number Tubbo pushed into his hand the last time he wasn't able to contact Dream.

he feels really off-kilter about the whole thing though, feeling his scent gland for any marks while getting his class set up. Not realizing he attracted Tommy's attention the minute he walked into school with another alphas scent mark

Tommy is a bit feral about this. Pushing him against the whiteboard. Rutting against Dream. Kissing him hard and ready to fuck him stupid. He's growling and pissy and he can practically see that assholes scent on Dreams glad, and if Tommy ever meets him it's on sight. How dare he make a claim on something that belongs to Tommy.

Tommy licks the gland, unable to just rub his cheek against it until it was covered when it was clear he needed to prove himself. It's thrilling to hear Dream keen, before Dream muffles himself in Tommy's shoulder. He's shaking; Tommy is pretty sure he came- much to Tommy's delight

Dream begging Tommy to leave him alone, not while school is in session, not here. Tommy demands Dream call him His Alpha.

"If I do, will you let me go?"

"Yeah. Tell me tell me tell me now."

Dream looking helpless as he begs. "Alpha. My Alpha. My Alpha, please. Yours, I'm your Omega, please Alpha, let me go-"

Tommy goes absolutely insane and seems to want to continue, so Dream whines and tries to instead lure Tommy with a promise at being able to fuck his omega Later.

"Alpha, if you free me, I'll make it up to you tonight. I'll do anything you want. Ill be yours. My Alpha." Dream trying to make a show out of baring his neck and looking shyly to the side. Tommy immediately falling hook line sinker and agreeing, but not without one more squeeze of the hips

Dream doesn't manage to make it through one class anyway though before his tits begin to swell. His heat had been going to start in two days, but his scent gland being fondled followed by being comforted by the scent of His Alpha (he will deny the way the tension bled out of him when the his dates markings had been removed. His date was not pack, not trusted.) Had encouraged it to happen a little earlier.

Ranboo is a student nurse, had been ever since Dream had comforted him that first day an encouraged him. Ranboo really enjoys helping people like this, but he's incredibly alarmed when Dream comes to the nurses office with a distressed scent.

the head nurse is tsking in sympathy, leading him to a far bed in a corner and patting him on the back, before slipping him a device Ranboo can't get a full look at and shutting the curtains on the bed

is agonizing, not being able to go see Dream, especially when Ranboo can occasionally hear faint whimpers and gasps that he knows Dream is trying to hide

there's a schoolyard brawl though, and the nurse needs to rush to go make sure no one bleeds to death, leaving Ranboo with the perfect opportunity to sneak into Dreams bed and find him milking his tits using a device to remove the milk.

"Tommy's gonna be mad you're wasting that" Ranboo says with amusement, before sitting down with him to help knead the milk out. Dream let's out another noise, needy, and Ranboo instantly reaches out to hold him close, nosing his neck and purring

I think Ranboo gets tense when he notices that Tommy has been licking Dreams scent gland, getting growly and holding Dream more protectively. Tommy had promised he would do better, and that included not trying to bite Dream until it was the proper time for it. And his voice is tight as he cups Dreams face and asked if Tommy had been rough with him, too pushy

And Dream stills and hesitates and Ranboo takes that as horrible confirmation before Dream goes no, no it was fine. He was- fixing my scent. Another person had left their mark on my gland.

Dream being forced to admit to the date, to go into painstaking detail about the man who had pressed him against his door and kissed him hard, nipped his gland

I think Ranboo doesn't fuck Dream only because he doesn't want to risk the nurse coming back to it. It drives him a little insane, squeezing Dreams tits like two omegas tending to each other, kissing Dreams gland to reestablish his bond there, threading and tangling his fingers in Dreams white-gold hair, so soft, all while listening to Dream talk about kissing another man

Omegas look out for each other of course, and it was clear that alpha was not good for Dream. Not like they were. Not like Ranboo was

Something something Ranboo both being upset that Dream tried in any way to leave them, but also justifying it as Simply Omega Things That The Others Could Never Understand

But also bringing out the hurt voice, were we not good enough only to suddenly regret it because Dream looks horribly lonely and sad

"You three won't be in school forever, Ranboo. You have dreams of your own, you know. Outside of this place."

Outside of me.

And the nurse returns before they can have a real resolution to this conversation, and she ends up shooing Dream to go home because it's clear the milking isn't going to stop, he has a heat soon doesn't he? It's probably that, she'll let the office know what happened so he doesn't have to face all those silly alphas who can't look at milking tits without blushing

When school ends, Ranboo goes home to think and talk to Tubbo about what happened, while Tommy goes to Dreams place and clings to him with Big Ole Eyes because you said I could have you, you promised

And Dream is impossibly fond of his greedy, greedy boy, despite himself, and agrees, yes, I promised, you can

(Dream will have to make sure to remind him to be more gentle for any future partners, to treat them well. The thought aches, but he ignores it.)

-

…. had a silly idea. Ranboo has a twin (Ender) who is aware of Ranboo's attachment to Dream and does silly goofy things about it.

Ender doesn't take the same classes as Ranboo, but when Ranboo keeps going to Dream's classroom straight after school. He goes with, pushes it when Ranboo asks to go by himself. Ranboo is very miffed to not be allowed to go see Dream alone for Reasons.

Ender sees those reasons right away when Dream smiles at them and Ranboo can't help but touch Dream's wrist. Ender thinks this is hilarious.

He's going to make this Ranboo's problem.

Ender doing small, meaningless shit like picking a wildflower on their way to school to hand to Dream (Ranboo is infuriated).

Scenting Dream, touching his wrist right after Ranboo touches it.

if theyre identical twins, Ender makes sure to comment about it, asking Dream if he looks like his twin, does he look as good, does Dream like him as much?

Stuff that could be technically misconstrued but Ranboo knows dammit.

Ranboo finally losing it when Benchtrio find Ender cornering Dream against the desk afterschool. His arms on either side of him, nowhere to go. Omega's Can Be Territorial Too, Now Fuck Off.

"I was just asking for help with another class" Ender will protest with a toothy smile that Does Not Fool Ranboo.

Never Talk To Him Or His Omega Ever Again.

If Ranboo has a tail, he is whipping it around angrily while he holds Dream down in bed, because Dream had to go home with them so Ranboo could fuck his claim into him.

Zooms around you. I just think that the only thing that stops Ranboo from fucking Dream in the classroom is the fact that Ender Is There, and Dream is making soft cooing noises trying to comfort him, unable to help himself from trying to take care of his beloved students.

Ranboo being Very Grumpy but gripping Dream and allowing himself to be soothed. Wrapping his tail around Dream's leg and Glaring At Ender who looks entirely unrepentant.

He Knows What He Is Doing. Ranboo Knows What He Is Doing. Ender Knows Ranboo Knows What He Is Doing.

Tommy and Tubbo being baffled and confused and unsure if they should get involved. Because Ranboo doesn't usually like people getting involved in private family matters.

hmhmhm.

Please consider Ender bringing Dream an apple right in the middle of Dreams class because "you get lunch late, right? Here's something for everyone's favorite teacher."

And yeah, Dream is a well loved teacher in school, for his fairness and friendly attitude and how he prioritizes his students. But Ranboo bristles and scowls and tries not to tell Ender to Get Out. Because all the other students shrug and are getting ready for class and chatting about going home in a couple of hours. He has to be Normal and not fight Ender in front of everyone.

It's really hard though when Ender says "we omegas have to stick together." And smiles like he knows exactly what he's doing.

Also please consider Ender having a little fun and going into Dream's classroom after school pretending to be Ranboo, faking the nervousness and stuttering in all the right places, slowly approaching Dream asking for some help.

Except Dream calls him Ender and Ender drops the ruse, grinning and chuckling how'd you know it was me?

And Dream could say your scents are unique, Ranboo doesn't call me Professor when we're alone, has stopped being so shy and is a lot bolder now, coming up to me and rubbing himself into me and calling me His.

But all he says is "Im his teacher." And quirks his lips.

And of course he stands up from his desk and asks Ender what he needs, he's a good teacher like that. And Ender saunters up to the desk and puts his hands on either side of Dream and leans in a little so Dream has to lean back.

And Tommy and Tubbo are around Dream’s height, but Ranboo and Ender are Enderman hybrids, a head taller. Dream is very crowded and confused. And maybe Enders ears perk up as he hears footsteps hurrying towards the door, so he decides to put on a little show.

It's easy to put his hand on Dreams hips and squeeze causing Dream to jump and push his hands against Enders chest, commanding him to let go, that's inappropriate.

But Ender is already tangling his fingers in Dreams hair, blowing a breath against Dreams scent gland, smirking as the professor trembles and gasps.

It's way too easy to cause Ranboo a mini heart attack when he bursts through the door with his pack in tow, frantic and then furious as he pushes his twin so hard that Dream yelps from the way Enders hand tugs at his hair on the way out. And then Ranboo is fretting all over him, asking if Dream is all right, what did he do to you?

Ranboo doesn't stop growling until Ender leaves, snickering

Ranboo also doesn't initially let Tommy and Tubbo in bed with Dream, and when Tommy complains-

"You're our alpha, so you should know your place." Ranboo hisses, causing Tommy to flush, somewhere between indignant and embarrassingly turned on, submitting to his omega

Because listen. Alphas submit to omegas too okay. Tommy submits to Ranboo because. Because. The Tubbo > Ranboo > Tommy, where Tubbo doms Ran, Ran doms Tommy.

You See. Because Tommy in the dsmp kept trying to fight Ranboo for taking Tubbo's attention away, and Ranboo liked messing with him. So I think. Maybe Ranboo flusters his Alpha and teases him and pushes him in a way Tubbo can't until he meets Dream. And maybe Tommy tries to be Big And Powerful but Ranboo has a habit of riding Tommy and making it a playfight.

Sometimes you just have to fuck the stupid out of a man okay.

[bellafragolina]

I would love some Clavell, Hassel, Brassius, and Larry pining hcs if you could! The blorbos,,

Oh I so could hell yeah

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Clavell:

He thinks he's very subtle, but it's quite obvious in all actuality. Clavell is a fool for you, doing his best to "casually" insert himself into your sphere for the chance to talk with you. He loves having you to himself, talking together as friends instead of coworkers (should you be a fellow teacher), so he tries to arrange such a thing as often as he can. He'll ask favors or assign work to the other teachers until it's just you and him, and then he'll invite you to lunch. Way to make it not obvious, Clav

At home, he daydreams endlessly. He doesn't mean to, but in the peaceful quiet of his home, his mind always wanders to you. He imagines little scenarios throughout the night, starting with casual lunches together, then getting dinner, or seeing a show together. It builds up, bit by bit, until it comes to head with you kissing him for the first time! After that it's a opened dam, and Clavell is lying in bed, falling asleep to various date ideas that he can take you on. He's smitten

Hassel:

Hassel can manage to keep a fairly good act, hiding his feelings somewhat well, due to the fact he is already a kind and sweet person. He complimented you before, and now you're better friends, that's why he's doing it more often. He sometimes cries if you reveal struggles of your past or present, but he does that with all his friends. What you don't know is that Hassel does all of this even when you're not around, alerting everyone to how deep he's fallen for you

His sketchbook has pages upon pages of you. They're merely sketches, but they're done with so much care. They range from realistic to simplistic, all recognizable as you, however. The more simplistic drawings even have him there too, holding your hand, kissing you, making you swoon. Hassel guards this book with his life, and only Brassius has seen the inside of it, which he teases Hassel about often

Brassius:

Brassius worships the ground you walk on, so it's a little hard NOT to notice his affections. He's calm, but dramatic in the way he waxes poetry about how much he adores you. In a way, you've changed his life, bringing new light and inspiration, and he can't thank you enough. He's another that has a sketchbook full of you, but they're not just sketches, but design plans for sculptures that show off your beauty.

Brassius might, in secret, create such a sculpture. It's smaller than he would like, but he needed to make something in the middle of a sleepless night. His body craves you, your company and light, so he tries to channel it into art. He creates a sculpture of you standing like a goddess, glowing like the sun as Sunflora cling to you and bask in your presence. He hides it from you, until he can be assure of your returned affections. Only then does he sheepishly reveal what he's created

Larry:

Larry is the most subtle in his affections. It's hard to tell he's in love, but if you look close, you can see. His coworkers for sure can see the soft flush that lights his cheeks whenever you're around. His eyes never leave you when you talk to him, looking brighter than they have all week, though his face doesn't change. He listens carefully to you, and always invites you to spend lunch with him if you're free. He always buys your meals as well, having them put on his tab.

Larry doesn't daydream about you, per se, but he does make plans in his head. He thinks about what he would need to do when taking you on a date, reservations to make and picking a time when the weather is hopefully nice. He imagines you living together, and debates to himself the pros and cons of either of your apartments, versus just buying a house. What would a house need? Insurance, of course, and furniture. He'll need to understand your tastes more, and look at what you have that could be conceivably kept from your place and his. . .

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sighhhhh soft men <3

i think pining might be my favorite thing. is it a trope? it's my favorite if so

~Renee

[sillycyan]

MADD ask game!

25 & 30

HELLOOOO RAAAHHH THANK YOU FORR MOREEE FREAKIINGG THINGS TO WRITE ABOUT AAAAARRURGRHRHR !?!?!(!&! THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG FRIST ONE CUZ I HAAAATEEE THIS ONE PARA..

25. what para would you absolutely hate in real life?

If I had to pick one para I would absolutely hate in real life, it would undoubtedly be Fin, or Finnegan Fraser to drop his whole name.. In my daydreams, he's already someone I hate, and I see no reason to feel differently about him in reality. Fin shows himself as a cheerful and positive person with dreams of becoming a best-selling author. He's the type who quickly makes friends wherever he goes, even if he can't keep them for long. However, his welcoming personality covers up a very big ego, and he is constantly putting others down in order to boost himself up. He's manipulative, using his charm and freedom to get what he wants, and he's not very hesitant to compare himself to others in a way that always put him on top. His selfishness often leads him to sabotage both others and himself in order get sympathy and get his social points off that. The flaws definitely outweigh his good traits.. Especially when you look at everything he's done TO my other paras... He was in a relationship with Reign from their college days until about a year and a half later. Throughout their time together, Fin without fail put himself first, never considering Reign's feelings. He quit his full-time job and spent his days lounging around Reign's apartment, only to berate him when he returned home. No matter how much Reign did, Fin always made him feel insecure and as if he did nothing for him, not even acknowledging his efforts to do so. Fin would often go out clubbing and drinking, getting uncomfortably close to other people, and then gaslighting Reign into thinking it wasn't a big deal and that he wouldn't leave him. Yet he cheated on Reign, and to make matters worse, it happened in Reign's own apartment. After they broke up, Fin wrote a book about two randomly named lovers that portrayed his and Reign's relationship but twisting the story in order to paint himself as the victim and Reign as the bad guy. Even years later, when they met to discuss the book over drinks, Fin kept on showing himself as the good guy, completely ignoring the pain he caused to him. He really thinks he has done nothing wrong, no matter how many times he is told otherwise. Obviously I'm just summing up everything but yeah.. Fin if he existed would be no different. He's just not a good person, and his ignorance is genuinely infuriating sometimes. I want him dead.

30. if your paras had madd/daydreamed immersively, what would they daydream about?

Many of them would probably just imagine about the careers they had to give up. I can think of many paras who work in jobs they would rather not be doing. Ameriel wouldn't be a doctor if she hadn't been forced to. She would daydream about starting a large family, having a husband to care for her, and working in a less stressful job. Reign gave up photography to take an administrative role at NumberWon. He'd probably daydream about all the things he could do, taking the place of the people he currently works with. Donis would probably daydream about living a normal life. He'd think about not having a large fan base, not having to meet strict physical standards, and living a quieter life doing something other than modeling.. Just any other job regardless of it's pay. Meil would probably daydream about relationships and get more into video games and movie stuff. Shii he might already be a daydreamer- Cenciao would be similar to Donis. Just wanting a simple life. She already has a little secret passion for making little crafts, so she would probably imagine herself owning a small business, having the freedom to do what she wants. As single as she is now, she'd probably also daydream about having a partner.. (LETS GOO LESBIANSS /ref) Nori on the other hand would be different from everyone else who wants a peaceful life. She might daydream about a career in music or something more exciting. Unlike the other already famous paras, she'd want more to do and already craves that daydreaming aside..

[tinyhuman826]

Roses from Wyndon - Leon Fluff Imagine

You were a friend of Leon's family. You and him practically grew up together. He had just reached his dream of becoming Champion, and his family was hosting a barbecue to celebrate, so naturally, you were invited. You knock on the door, greeting his parents and his younger brother Hop. Leon gives you a big hug as you enter.

"Hey! Thanks for coming!" Leon said with a huge smile.

"Of course! Do you really think I'd skip out on celebrating you becoming CHAMPION??" You smile as well, patting him on the back.

"No, not really. But I'm still glad you came. Especially if I'll be moving to Wyndon tonight." He looked like he wanted to say more but was distracted by the smell of the food on the grill. The celebrations were pretty typical; you and his family ate dinner, exchanged praises and funny stories, and had a good time. At the end of the night, Leon pulls you aside and gives you a tight hug.

"I'm gonna miss you." You say sadly.

"Hey now, cheer up, it's not like you won't ever see me again. Besides, even if we can't visit each other as often you have my number." He tries to lighten your mood.

"Yeah, I know. It's just gonna be weird not having you around."

"I get that. It'll be weird for me, too. Charizard will definitely miss you. But hey, every time I have a match, I'll see about getting you some decent tickets, yeah?" He smiled, letting go of you.

"You better." You say half-jokingly. You two say your goodbyes, and you wave him off as he delays for Wyndon. You decide to head home yourself, laying down in bed and going to sleep.

Life is pretty normal over the next week, aside from not hanging out as much with Leon. But one day, you get a delivery. Weird. You didn't order anything. You open the door and see a bouquet of roses with a note attached.

"... Flowers? Who is sending me flowers?" You close the door, putting the flowers in a vase and opening the note.

'Dear (name),

I've been thinking about you a lot. I miss you way more than I thought I would. Life's really busy up here now that I'm the Champion. I really, really wanted to tell you this in person or at least over a call, but I won't have time for a while and it's going to keep eating away at me if I don't tell you. Look, I like you. Like... really, really like you. I think we should totally be together if you're okay with it. If not, that's completely fine, but yeah. Just let me know.

- Your Champion, Leon <;3'

You can't help but blush at the cute letter, squealing a little with joy. You pull out your phone, texting him a brief 'call me' and desperately waiting for his response. During the latest hours of the evening, your phone finally rings.

"Did you get my letter?"

"Yeah, I did. Thanks for the roses, by the way. They're beautiful."

"I thought you would like them. So uh... about the note... how do you feel about.. us?"

"I've been waiting for so long for you to say it! I was seriously debating on telling you myself!"

"So... you like me back? Like really?"

"Of course I do!" You can't see it, but judging by his lack of response, you assume he's smiling too hard to speak. "I guess I should've told you at the party, but I didn't want to do it in front of everyone."

"Nah, nah, it's okay, I get that. Wow...uh- do you want to meet up? Maybe grab a bite or something?"

"Like...a date?" You smile, hoping he'd say it was a date.

"Yeah... like a date."

"I would love to." You throw your free hand in the air, silently celebrating.

"Awesome! Well... I'll text you about it more tomorrow, but I know it's pretty close to the time you normally go to sleep, so I'll leave you be for now. Bye!"

"Bye Leon. Text you tomorrow." You smile and hang up the phone, laying on your bed. You find it hard to sleep now that you're so excited. So you just lay awake daydreaming about all the potential dates you two could go on, wondering what he'll say tomorrow.

[acircusfullofdemons]

ask game by @/maddgical-boy [link]. didn't answer some bc I either didn't feel like it or didn't have an answer.

how long have you been daydreaming for? (bonus if you can remember: what was your first daydream scenario/paracosm?)

Ever since I was a little kid. My teachers would always make a note along the lines of “good student, but daydreams way too much”. My memory is dogshit so I can only fathom what 6yo Luka was daydreaming about.

if your paracosm had a popular fandom, what do you think it'd be like?

Well. 2/3 of my main paracosms are technically fictparacosms, so I don’t have to imagine. But overall, a nightmare. I would probably get canceled for cursing out a fan lbr 💀

do you have any paracosms that aren't huge, but that you fall back on when The Time Is Right™️?

Yes! Crystalized Dragons & Life After Death are both paracosms that don’t have much, but I get fixated on them every so often and it’s a fun time. 

WOULD YOU RATHER: have your daydreams projected onto a screen attached to your head at all times OR be entirely unable to daydream ever again for the rest of your life?

😳 how big is this screen ... cuz unless it’s phone size/easily coverable, yeah no just erase the daydreams from my brain.

how did you come up with your paras' names? did they come to you randomly or did you spend hours researching name websites?

Some are random/based on vibes, but I like to give their names meaning depending on what happens to them. And there are others whose name is a pun, because they aren’t tormented enough 😂

do you do extensive worldbuilding for your paracosms? if you do, what are some of your favorite elements?

yes … that is. nearly all i do, like 90% of my daydreaming is just lore shit ngl. there’s a lot of things I like about worldbuilding, but I guess the magic systems are my favorite since I think about them the most. 

if your paras found out you were their creator, how would they react?

Not well, I’d imagine! I’ve put them through … a lot of shit. So. I think they’d take turns cursing me out and trying to kill me.

if you have a self insert/paraself, how similar are they to you?

Technically Calypso is a self insert, he was originally supposed to be one but then I thought he was better as an OC. I kind of still consider him one though, ngl. Anyway, he’s nothing like me at all! 

Vincent, on the other hand, is much more similar to me. I’m not gonna state how, because yknow. Personal shit. But they’re more in line with being a self insert/paraself. 

is there any time of the day where you can't/don't daydream?

… not really?? I guess during work, but unless it’s really busy (which it rarely is unless it’s the holidays) then yeah, I basically daydream all the time. Well, not like 24/7, I take breaks and get daydream blocks. And it’s not like I’m doing full daydreams either, most of it is just running on in the background, like a tv show. 

are your daydreams linear and structured, or do you jump all over the place?

A mix of both! There’s a set story, but I jump around in said story. 

what's a song you've been daydreaming to lately, and what's your favorite moment in said daydream?

My Alcoholic Friends by The Dresden Dolls. My favorite moment is during the lyrics “Should I choose a noble occupation? / If I did I'd only show up late and sick / And they would stare at me with hatred / Plus my only natural talent's wasted on my alcoholic friends” because the whole song reminds me of Salem but especially that part and by god are they a mess. That part in particular is them once again comparing themselves to Norman, wondering if she’d be better off getting a “normal job” like he has, but knowing that ultimately she’s not built for that life like Norman is. 

do your paras age with you, or are their ages static? does it feel weird to be older than a para you were previously the same age as?

I used to have them age with me, but it fucked with the paracosm timeline a little bit so now I think they’re more “static”, though they still age in-paracosm. bc of timeline shit.

if you had the opportunity to leave this world and live in your paracosm forever, would you? why or why not?

Yes. I mean, ideally I’d be one of my paras, but sure I guess if I’m just me that works too. Why? Have you seen the fucking world lately. Anyway like always I’d choose to live in Phantasmagoria, even though I’d get killed within the hour.

(if you have multiple) which paracosm of yours is most grounded in reality? which is most fantastical?

Most fantastical is probably just Eternal Labyrinth as a whole. I don’t really focus a whole lot on realism in my daydreams — fantasy bitch through & through — but I guess my current MaaC AU “This Life is Mine” can be considered the most “grounded”, even though it’s a superhero thing.

do you move a lot when daydreaming, and if so, in what ways?

I pace, run around a little bit. Go crazy go stupid etc. But I try to mostly stay still by sitting or laying down so I don’t seem Weird. 

have you ever wanted to make a piece of media of your paracosm (comic, animation, visual novel, novel, tv show, etc.)? what are elements that would be apart of it?

Oh absolutely! I truly believe a lot of my ‘cosms would work well as VNs, but I’ve also imagined some as animated shows. 

when you actively want to start daydreaming, what is your mind's process? do you tune back in like it's a tv show? flip through imaginary files? let it come naturally?

I kinda tune back in with a mini “previously on”, otherwise it just comes naturally since they’re usually in the background of my mind.

do you ever daydream about yourself (not a self insert, just you)?

No. I used to, but it just felt weird. 

what para would you absolutely hate in real life?

Oh…a LOT of them, probably. They are dumbasses, serial killers, and just terrible people after all.

when you experience a daydream block or crash, what are things you do to try and fix it? (or ways you cope. lmao i get it)

I try to consume new media to try and get some inspo or whatever. Most of the time I end up rewatching the same shit over and over again bc I got that flavor of brain that makes getting into new media hard for some reason. 

for fictparacosms, do your daydreams affect how you perceive the media and/or the fandom?

Kind of. I don’t really engage with fandoms that much anymore, and yeah my fictparacosms tend to be why. They’re usually AUs so I already feel…insecure, I guess, sharing them. And I haven’t had good experiences with fandom in the past, either.

With the media it’s based off of, it’s typically something I got hyperfixated on, which means my daydreams are an outlet for that lol. Once the hyperxitation is over the paracosm tends to fade a little bit or disappear entirely (which is why I don’t typically talk about my fictparacosms — they’re so short lived). Still, when it’s active, there comes a point where I stop engaging with the media altogether in favor of the fictparacom. I might watch some clips here and there, but that’s about it I think.

if you ever write down things about your daydreams (truly anything at all — notes, dialogues, descriptions, etc), share a random snippet with no context.

I try to. I was a lot…better(?) at writing down my daydreams — and just writing in general, I guess — when I was younger. idk. I know I should document my daydreams more often, it’s just…hard.

if your paras had madd/daydreamed immersively, what would they daydream about?

Reverie does have MaDD! She daydreamed about having a daughter, though thinking of her daydreams is weird to me. I will say, Rev is the goddess of daydreams & imagination, and made her para daughter, Lucid/Lucinda real, making her the goddess of lucid dreams. idk thats kinda all I know.

I’m sure some of my paras would have MaDD, especially those in AM or have interacted with Arcaynis in some way. Oh, Jervis has MaDD! He has two paracosms: an aiw one, and one about magicians. I don’t really like putting my paras on the daydream spectrum, it feels weird to me lol like breaking the fourth wall in a way. Even if, realistically, a few would indeed be MaDDers/IDDers. 

if you have tried to make your paras in character makers (picrew, meiker, etc), what is an aspect of your para that these makers never/rarely have?

An option for both horns and wings! Usually it’s either or (if an option at all). And the option to make the eyes different colors, or change the whites of the eyes. 

are your daydreams clear in your mind's eye?

Depends on my energy level, but generally speaking, yes. 

if you have multiple paracosms, what would it be like if they had a crossover?

Chaos. Pure, unadulterated chaos. My most fleshed out crossover AU is actually an apocalypse au, if that tells you anything. Granted, none of my paras caused the apocalypse, but still. Why can y'all only interact in an apocalypse goddamn.

[justadram]

Great chapter!

The discussion between Daenerys and Sansa was fantastic! It seems that is to driven by emotion and by her dislike of the Starks and the North, that she isn't able to maintain and develop a cordial relationship with Sansa and i imagine with everyone else from the North. I'm guessing that outside strategy meetings, Dany stays in her own part of the camp, surrounded by Dothraki and Unsullied, right?

And in her talks with Sansa, she also told her that she is barren and that she will need to relay on Jon to provide an heir to the Iron Throne. I'm guessing that Dany's plan after the war, would be to take Jon, Sansa and their child to King's Landing and to be very involved in the raising and education of their child, right?

Also, is Sansa pregnant or has her period stopped coming due to the stress she is under?

It was also nice to see Theon step in and take Sansa from the situation she was in. It was nice to see their conversation and to see that Sansa has started noticing him watching her, as Jon said. Will the two of them talk about that at a later date? Or will Theon stop watching her and move on, once the war is over and he sees that Jon and Sansa do love each other?

I'm quite eager to see them return to Winterfell and to see how Catelyn and Sansa's siblings will react to what happened and how they might treat Jon, considering all that's happened.

Will we also see Jon getting closer with Catelyn, Ned, Robb and the others?

Also, i'm guessing that the Night King will resurrect Viserion and use him on the attack on Winterfell, right?

driven by emotion and by her dislike of the Starks and the North

Her issue with Sansa goes much much beyond some dislike of House Stark. It is distinctly personal. But yes, I'd expect she keeps to people she trusts more so than mixing with Northerners.

Yeah, she needs Jon, her current heir in King's Landing for various reasons and she'd probably want the next in line there too. It's fully where Jon and Sansa expect to end up though. Jon daydreams about a different outcome because he knows that's not possible.

is Sansa pregnant or has her period stopped coming due to the stress she is under

Sansa can't be sure.

Or will Theon stop watching her and move on, once the war is over

That is well beyond the scope of where this narrative will end. :D But Theon is aware they have feelings for each other at this point. He acknowledged it to Sansa, much like Jon pointed Theon's feelings out to Sansa in the previous chapter.

i'm guessing that the Night King will resurrect Viserion and use him on the attack on Winterfell, right?

Rhaegal burned Viserion's dead body! Only one commenter seemingly caught that, but it's there in the battle chapter.

[griefbringers]

re: your post about muses' grief/loss/nostalgia. delirium grieves delight, even though she doesn't really understand why. she knows that she was different, and that people liked her more back then, and maybe sometimes she tries to emulate delight, but it always comes out wrong. idk if she dreams exactly, but she definitely gets lost in her head and her daydreams about what she used to be so. kind of counts.

persephone feels a profound sense of loss, too, though she can't quite place it. i think it's a sense of belonging - when she's above, she dreams of quiet and cold, a sort of comforting, safe claustrophobia. when she's in the underworld, she dreams of an endless open sky, and vivid colour, and the feeling of a warm summer rain. no matter where she is, she is always dreaming of the other place, and she often wakes up dissatisfied.

i don't think you're familiar w jean moreau but he doesn't really remember where he grew up (marseille), nor his parents, except to know that they weren't good people. that doesn't stop him dreaming of belonging and a better time, and sunshine glinting off the wide, blue sea. big nostalgia vibes.

kieren walker! god where to start. for one, he grieves rick (both times). i think he dreams about him from their lives before either of them died, and what could have been. obviously he's very happy with simon and loves him to pieces, but he definitely has dreams about what his life might have been with rick (and he always wakes up angry that it was taken from them. twice.). obviously he often has nightmares about corinthian 1, and he's angry about everything there. sometimes he dreams about what his relationship with jem used to be like, how they were so close and how his death/rising took that from them - but that's nostalgic and hopeful because season 2/post-canon they're working on it and he knows that things are getting better. same with his parents (and he knows they feel awful guilt about the circumstances of his death, how they didn't know he'd been murdered for days and just assumed that he'd gone off on a bender with rick). kieren's dreams are much more nostalgic than he is when he's awake - when he's awake, he knows that things are getting better every day with his family.

uhhh anyway there's probably others but ttfn

firstly fuckin bless you. you understood the assignment. you get a GOLD STAR. i'm gonna split my responses up per character to keep things readable LET'S GOOOO

Delirium: YEAH!!! Mourning a past sense of self is [chef kiss] - I think Johnny actually has something similar to that in that like… He knows he isn't the original Johnny; he looks a lot like them, functions in a similar way, has--to his understanding--the same sort of personality with a more humanized slant from his time in the Waking… but he doesn't have the first Johnny's memories, and wouldn't know how to begin 'being' him. If anyone could do it, it'd be Graves, but Graves is… well. A nightmare, for one thing, and not interested in trying to be their old self again, for another.

I don't imagine Johnny can visit Delirium as a /dream/, but I think that if he was around her in person then, like Graves, he can sort of 'feel' when people's sense of loss 'aligns' with his intended purpose, if that makes any sense… Both he and Mykonos would be drawn to Delirium for that reason (but ESPECIALLY Mykonos, whose purpose often revolves around calling people back to the past--or past selves--they long for).

Persephone: First of all CHEF KISS because this makes perfect sense for Persephone and I'm thriving on it actually. I think the Cassidies would be drawn to her just on a personal level, though I can't fully articulate why (fun fact as a sidenote, just to give you an idea of what they're like: one of the Cassidies reminds me a lot of Sila, though they're much softer - more like Sila when he's at his most loved and comfortable and feels safe being soft, if that makes any sense; the other is a little more of a performer, puts more of a charming front up, probably because the actual real-life Cassidy WAS a performer and her death is why those two exist--ANYWAY).

For dreams though, I imagine Graves and Mykonos would be drawn to her, possibly working in unison; nightmare to dream, dream to nightmare, an endless cycle where it's never quite clear which part is dream and which is nightmare. Mykonos is HUGE on nostalgia and the feeling that things were better in the past (or better somewhere else); Graves likes to dig up those deep, unpleasant feelings of 'something was taken from me/there's something I want back' and [gestures]

Jean: I am not familiar with him! HOWEVER I already fuckin KNOW Graves and Mykonos would once again be drawn to him for similar reasons to Persephone. Maybe the Cassidies too actually, I can see them giving him really vivid natural landscapes + other beautiful, nostalgic scenes in his dreams (and music, too, always music).

Kieren: YESSSSSS. This is so tasty, ESPECIALLY the way his dreams are more nostalgic/called back to the past than he is in his Waking life. You KNOW Graves is coming for that poor guy: nightmares about his own death and more importantly his Rising, the things he did as a consequence of it, the things other people did; Rick, of course, and both of his deaths, and the loss of what could have been. Johnny and Mykonos I think would also visit him; the nostalgia is all Mykonos ofc, but I think dreams about repairing his relationships with Jem and his family are something Johnny can work with too (even on just a personal interest level, which he isn't really meant to do but like…. shhhh).

Also Johnny in particular would feel IMMENSE sympathy for Kieren's SHITTY LIFE holy fuck. Graves doesn't really feel sympathy for him but he can acknowledge that it's fucked up (not gonna stop him from doing his job though, sorry).

[overx]

Rock <3

What do you think is the worst possible way to die?

Do you think there’s life after death?

Do you ever wish you were immortal?

If you had to choose a way to die, what would you choose?

Have you ever seen a ghost/spirit?

Ask My Muse About Death | Accepting!

What do you think is the worst possible way to die?

"Depends," an unimpressed arch of the eyebrow. "In general? Or for me personally? Cause those are real different answers."

Rock considers the question, but apparently it's just morbid enough to get him talking.

"For livin' things, prob'ly suffocation, drownin', or maybe bleedin' out. The kind of death that feels long, where you know exactly what's happenin'. The kind that's desperate. Heavy." Terrifying. "A lifetime in a few minutes." 'Can you imagine it?', his tone seemingly asks. "Much worse than a death by disease or starvation. Worse than somethin' instant. It's that place right between." Too quick to stop, too slow not to suffer.

That's not the whole question though, is it? "Physical pain I can handle, not huge on disrepair though. Havin' parts of yourself slowly stop workin'... or worse," he scowls at his own internal process. "I always wondered if it was possible for machines t' think ourselves t' death. What happens when we meet our hardware limitations? When we breach capacity?"

The slow crawl of glitching entropy. Half overwritten data. The fragmented self.

"...suppose it's that or bein' reprogrammed while online. My personal fuckin' nightmare. At the end of the day, I'm nothin' but code, an' when you start changin' the ones an' zeroes...."

...am I still me?

"...give me a physical death any day."

Do you think there’s life after death?

"Never been too sure on that one." Although he doesn't seem all that bothered one way or the other. "Couldn't ever decide if that'd be a good or bad thing in the first place-- miserable, prob'ly." This life isn't exactly something that bears repeating now is it? "Shit if there is one, I sure as hell don't remember it. Died an' been put back together, an' all I got between was a fuckton of nothin', 'n more nothin'." He sounds more inconvenienced than anything else.

"Besides that, I'm pretty fuckin' sure 'bots like me don't really count as alive anyways. Can't join an afterlife when you don't have a life t' begin with, yeah?" Rockwell pauses, something coming to mind. "...suppose I do know someone who believes in that sort of thing. Maybe he's right, but I firmly believe that shit don't apply t' where I'm from."

Do you ever wish you were immortal?

"If you're askin' me this question, then we ain't well acquainted," he drawls casually. "Let me put this in simple terms: I'd rather fuckin' die. There, see? Nice an' easy." There's a grisly sort of amusement in his digital voice.

"I lived a real long time bein' pieced back together. Forced t' keep existin' no matter how mangled an' fucked up I got. I would only wish that on my worst enemy an' frankly I'd still just rather kill him myself."

Get the idea? Good. "Don't ask me stupid shit like that again."

If you had to choose a way to die, what would you choose?

"...well..." this is the first time the Light-bot's demeanor seems to change, his well-worn scorn fading.

"...call me a romantic if ya want, but ideally I'd like it at my partner's hands." It's clear this isn't the first time he's given this subject any thought. "I can't imagine a more satisfyin' end than fightin' until I can't. Pushin; myself to the limit, an' him being the one to put me down..."

Beautifully violent. Destructively intimate.

Briefly, Rock looks a bit embarrassed by his own daydreaming. "Not-- not any time soon, of course."

Have you ever seen a ghost/spirit?

"...no, an' I ain't keen on startin' now," a frown, the machine appearing disgruntled by the question.

"I don't fuck with shit that I can't solve myself. Seein' as I can't exactly create the ghost of a ghost... well, ya get the picture." It's an open and shut discussion for him from the looks of it.

[maxs-deactivated]

I just came across this wonderful ask game by @selfshipdorito and thought on giving it a shot! Please check the original post, as I have removed one of the questions, I just didn't have an answer for it lol.

♥︎Self ship ask game!!Undertale edition.

👥 - is there a character from their source who isn't/wasn't originally an f/o but that has lore connections to your s/i? in other words, a (potential) f/o for lore reasons?

Papyrus I guess, since Sans and him have a really strong bound I just came to the conclusion he would become my lil bro as well.

⏳ - do you have several timelines in your selfship? if so, describe them. alternatively, do you imagine your selfship in different stages of the relationship?

Yes!! I definitely prefeer the timeline the barrier is broken, I love those cute little mundane things, like going to the market or to the park w my boy. But there's also the one Frisk never got out of the underground and we all just live hapilly there, going to Grillby's every now and then, hanging out in Waterfall and things like that :) and as much as I want to talk ab the genocide timeline, I think it's too angsty to put here

Also, I love to think about us as an old couple! Yeah, I know Sans technically doesn't age, but for me he does, idk, something in him changes. I love to think about when Frisk is an adult and comes to visit, Paps being a police officer, MTT being a global star, UGH I LOVE ALL OF THEM.

📖 - what is your s/i's backstory? how does it make them meet your f/o(s)?

(Idk if I should talk in first person, I will anyways lol) welp, my mom was a monster and my dad fell down on the Underground, they fell in love and there comes me!

Ofc me and my boy met at middle school, just two nerds who chatted about school subjects and movies, we'd always hang out after school and I'd be always at his place. Past forward, on high school, we finally realized we had a thing for each other, and now we're here!

💭 - are you more of a "has everything written down" self shipper or a "what happens in my daydreams STAYS in my daydreams" self shipper?

What happens in my daydreams stays in my daydreams, but don't get me wrong, I love writing ab it, I'm just too lazy lol

💌 - any major changes in your selfship lore over time? if so, compare how it used to be with how it's now.

Oh boy! My s/i's lore used to be so wierd, I'd fall down as a teen and Sans would have found me hiding around alleys in Snowdyn (??) Just didn't make any sense at all, so I changed it all for the better lol.

❤️ - any favourite reoccurring scenario?

Just coming home to them all, Frisk drawing on the kitchen counter while Paps makes spaghetti and Sans' sleeping on the couch. As I said, I LOVE mundane scenarios.

🗃️ - alternatively, do you have tons of s/i lore or just wing it on the spot?

I like to keep it simple, yk? As to not get confused w the canon lore

⚔️ - au time! pick an au of your ship that you have thoughts for and talk about it. if you can't decide, pick it randomly.

OH. MY. GOD. YES!! I don't really know a lot about any of the AUs but I know the basics for underfell, I like to think of my s/i extremely badass to the underfell lore, just constantly hanging around to make sure Sans' okay and to force Papyrus to take it a little bit easier on him.

🎫 - free pass! tell a fun self ship lore fact or just talk about anything of it that comes to mind.

Fun fact/headcanon: Sans' just a wonderful dad to Frisk! He's ready to put on a princess costume if Frisk ever ask him to play w them, and he's also more than ready to throw hands with a kid or an adult that messes w Frisk! I love their dynamic so much.

[erisnotots]

"The worst pain I've ever been in times ten, huh?" Eris almost cracked a grin, eager for a mock scar show. Henry wasn't going to judge him, or look at him different because of what he'd been through. He'd been through his fair share of pain, from what Eris could gather. "I've been through a lot. The stimulating compass, which means I get struck by lightening. The systemic vice, which puts my essence through a series of constrictive bands. But they did things up close and personal, too. Broke my bones. Stabbed me. Branded marks into my skin. Probably the vice is the most painful. I can't imagine, however, all my bones breaking at once and my skin ripping itself open. That sounds painful as shit. Does it happen every month? Or can you not turn?"

Eris winced, nodding. He could relate. He didn't remember much from the Chasm. Didn't remember much of anything before he had the body. But he did know that being ignored was something he was intimately familiar with. He didn't like it. But he was used to it already when he went on the run. "Yeah, that makes sense. It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. There's a lot of things I don't want to talk about either. If you ever do want to talk, I'm here to listen."

He shook his head as Henry offered once again to fight the coven. "You don't understand what these people are capable of. They turned me into this... paranoid person who can only see the worst in people. They took away my ability to connect with anyone. I can't touch people. I used to move every few months. But worse than that, they made it so I see any kindness as a threat. They sent nice people to lure me back, or seduce secrets out of me. And now, every time some stranger talks to me, I think it's the coven who's behind it."

He pushed his hair off his forehead. He didn't know who he'd be without the coven's influence. Maybe he'd be able to be like other demons, and seduce humans into bargains like others did. Maybe he'd still be in the chasm being ignored by his infernal father. Maybe he'd still be hurting, just in different ways. There was little point in such thoughts. Sometimes he did daydream about what he'd do if the coven was ended, though. If they never came for him. What would he do with his freedom? Would he follow his current goal, and let Roman teach him how to handle touch? Or was he too battered to heal? Would he still long for death when he didn't have to worry about going underground. He wanted to think that he might have as much of a happy life as he could with Roman. But he knew how the world worked. He knew how his mind worked. And part of him knew realistically that he was beyond repair. It was just a matter of time before something broke him completely.

"I'm sick of it. Really, truly sick and tired of being like this. I think that's why I got attached to Roman like I did. He's real. And you're his friend, so you're real too. All I want right now is to not feel so fucking alone. It's just hard when I can't touch anyone."

"Oh gods no.... No, turning is just really fuckin' painful... All your bones are cracking and shifting, skin is tearing... It's the worst pain you've ever felt in your life, but times ten..." He admitted.

"No, not... Not really, I mean... It kinda stems from my childhood, never really getting affection or anything, so I just.... Feel uncomfortable with most touch. Not to mention what else happened... Rather not talk about that though..." He breathed, moving to rub at the back of his neck.

"Eris... You never will have to worry about him ever again, alright? Not while I'm here, and not while Roman's here... Know the both of us will absolutely end anyone who comes near you.. If you see them or sense them, let us know, alright? You know I am more than happy to rip them to absolute shreds." Henry related a little too much to Eris, and that may have been why he liked him so much. Even though Eris never smiled, laughed, or anything, he still felt... Connected in a way.

"Uh uh, nooooo, none of that... I will protect you, whether you like it or not... Can't tell me no on this, you know I'm a stubborn man. I'll do it anyways, even if I die trying, alright? Fuck off with that 'I can't let you go against a coven!' nonsense... I'll do what I want." He teased, even though he knew deep down, he was dead serious. This was his vow, his promise, his way of making things right again.

[helloalycia]

teenage dirtbag [one] // wanda maximoff

summary: when you're paired with the most popular girl in your grade for Chemistry class, you definitely don't expect to start liking her like that...

warning/s: none i don't think??

author's note: okay so i have a ton of requests to work through but i got sidetracked and before i knew it, five parts of this imagine were written.

It's based off the song 'Teenage Dirtbag' and idk, i thought it was cute to write! Who doesn't love the popular girl!wanda and loner!reader concept?

Here’s a cover of the song to listen to because i really liked it and a girl sings it so it immediately made the song 10x more gay, just how i like it 🥰

masterlist | wattpad | part two | part three | part four | part five

"Are you all comfortable?"

The class stayed silent, watching our Chemistry teacher, Mr. Hale, as he looked to everyone with a raised brow.

"You all like who you're sat with?" he asked again, as if expecting an actual response from someone.

I exchanged questioning glances with my best friend, Y/BF/N, who was sat beside me. It was the first day back in Chemistry class of our final year of high school and we were just waiting to begin.

"Anyone?" he asked, looking around.

"Yeah," a few students mumbled in response so we could move on.

He clapped his hands together. "Great! Well, don't get too comfortable because I made a seating chart."

A chorus of groans erupted from the class, including from me and Y/BF/N. Every other class had successfully managed to not give us a seating chart. I'd heard that Mr. Hale was an awkward teacher who hated students (ironically), but I didn't think he'd stoop so low as to pair us with students who weren't our friends. These new seats were also our partners for the rest of the year and were non-negotiable, so any projects or work we did would have to be with our seat buddy. Fun.

Students began to shuffle to their newly-assigned seats reluctantly as Mr. Hale read out the chart. When Y/BF/N left my side, I frowned dramatically, waving goodbye to him.

"Wanda Maximoff, you're now partners with Y/N Y/L/N," said Mr. Hale, making me look up at the mention of my name.

I didn't get chance to register what he'd said as the aforementioned girl soon approached me, settling her bag on the table beside me. I looked up and saw Wanda Maximoff smiling my way before taking a seat on the stool.

Huh. Wanda Maximoff. She was one of the most popular girls in our grade. Everybody loved her, either wanting to be friends with her, be with her or be her. I'd personally never crossed paths with her apart from the few classes we shared. She seemed nice enough, but I guess I had preconceived notions of what she was like since she'd made the very poor decision to date the most obnoxious guy ever. Anyone making decisions that terrible definitely had a flaw.

She had a twin brother, Pietro, who was also in our grade and played on the football team alongside her boyfriend. Her parents were good friends with mine, through mutual friends, I think, as I recalled my mum mentioning 'Mrs. Maximoff's boy' or 'Mrs. Maximoff's girl'. And I remembered when her family moved into our town back in second grade.

Admittedly, Wanda was the star of the show back then, too. We were only kids, but child Y/N wasn't blind. She was the first girl I'd crushed on, an innocent child crush – the crush that made me realise I liked girls. Apart from that, and the fact that she had a locker behind me in the hallway, I never really thought about her.

I glanced behind me, catching Y/BF/N's gaze across the room as he sat beside some other kid. He frowned, implying he wished we were partners, and I knew just how he felt.

Once Mr. Hale finished assigning seats, he gave us five minutes to get to know our new partners as he struggled to find the powerpoint for today's class. If there was anything worse than getting assigned seats, it was ice breakers.

"Er, well, hi," Wanda greeted, turning to face me. Green eyes sparkled brightly behind a friendly smile. "I'm Wanda. But, I mean, we already know each other."

"That we do," I said with a nod, returning her smile. "How're you doing? Your summer go well?"

She ran a hand through her hair, adjusting herself so she was comfortable on her stool. And as she did, a waft of her perfume washed over me and I blinked, trying to ignore how nice it smelled. Floral. Subtle. It suited her.

"Good, yeah," she answered with a nod. "Could have gone on longer for all I care."

I chuckled. "I feel that. I'm definitely not ready to be back."

"Right?" she said with raised brows. "It's gonna take a while to get back into routine, that's for sure. But I guess I did miss seeing my friends everyday."

I hummed in agreement, eyes flickering to Mr. Hale as he attempted to tackle the oncoming stream of animations on his powerpoint. I tried not to laugh as I looked back to Wanda, who clearly noticed the same thing as me and stifled a smile.

"Have you had Mr. Hale before?" I asked, nodding his way.

She shook her head. "Nope. You?"

"Never."

"Sucks that he makes seating charts," she said with a sigh, before realising what she said and looking to me with panicked eyes. "Not that I don't like you or anything–!"

"It's fine, I get it," I cut her off with an amused smile. "I wanted to sit with my friend, too."

She breathed out quietly, a hint of relief in her eyes, and scrunched her nose with an apologetic smile. Okay, yeah, maybe that was kind of cute. Older Y/N wasn't blind either. Wanda Maximoff was beautiful, with long brunette locks and matching hazel eyes that seemed to change from blue to green to brown in a kaleidoscope of colour. A winning smile and soothing voice was enough for anyone to fall for her unintentional charm, but it was purely admiration. Everyone pretty much had a mild crush on her, you'd be stupid not to.

"If we're gonna be working together, d'you wanna get the whole awkward number exchange out the way now?" she asked, half joking, half not.

"I– er– sure," I stumbled out rather carelessly, before cringing internally. Where did that come from?

Thankfully, she didn't seem to pick up on it (or just saved me the embarrassment of acknowledging it) and was already writing her number on a slip of paper. Sliding it my way, she capped her pen and gave me her signature smile.

"Thanks," I said with a nod, accepting the paper and pocketing it. "Can't wait to start those lovely science projects we've got coming up!"

She let out a quiet laugh at my sarcasm. "It'll be fine. You're not dumb, right? So, we'll be fine."

"Can't promise you that," I joked, making her roll her eyes playfully.

"Maybe if we–"

But she was cut off when Mr. Hale spoke up loudly, interrupting everyone's conversations.

"Five minutes are up, let's begin!"

I wondered if everyone was thinking the same thing as me – that was not five minutes.

"So it begins...," I mumbled to myself, facing forward.

Wanda breathed out, a stifled laugh, probably having heard my comment, and I couldn't help but crack a smile. Maybe I judged her too harshly. She wasn't actually that bad.

—

Since being paired with Wanda, I was surprised by how much she'd made an effort to befriend me outside of class. We'd always been back to back with our lockers though not quite speaking, but since becoming Chemistry partners, she'd wish me a good morning if she caught me, or greet me briefly as we collected our books.

She didn't have to, but I could see why everybody liked her now. She was just genuinely nice. Due to circumstance, we'd become partners, but rather than leaving it at that, she made a genuine effort to befriend me. And not even just me, but also Y/BF/N, who was at the locker next to mine. He was as surprised as I was, expecting Wanda to mind her own business as we weren't exactly in the same social circles.

This was, I guess you could say, the start of our friendship. And it was a good one at that. I grew to learn how funny she was, how much she loved her brother, the passion she had for art and painting... she was a wonderful person. Which is why I didn't understand why she was with her boyfriend, Nate. He was a grade-A dick and everything Wanda wasn't. How were they a thing?

It sounds like I'm being a bitch and judgemental, but he really is the worst. The few unfortunate times I shared a class with him or caught sight of him around school, he was causing some sort of trouble with the teachers or picking on students in a way that made it seem like a joke but everybody knew it wasn't.

For example, there was a time when Wanda and I were studying for an upcoming Chemistry test we had. We decided to just help each other study since we already worked together in class, so knew we could motivate each other to actually put in the work. It was, maybe, the fourth studying session we had, and I was going over some notes when I felt her eyes watching me.

"You need a hand?" I asked, unable to take the staring any longer. I looked up at her, quirking a brow.

She seemed to fall out of her daydream and straightened up, eyes flickering to mine. "Huh?"

I gave her an awkward smile, unable to maintain her gaze. "You're staring."

She didn't seem fazed as I called her out, instead leaning back in her seat and continuing to study me curiously.

"Did you do something different with your hair?"

Subconsciously reaching for my hair, I straightened up my ponytail and shook my head. "No...?"

She chewed on her lip, saying after a pause, "You tied it up. You usually leave it out."

Did I? I wasn't sure. I just knew that her noticing something like that made me feel self conscious all of a sudden.

"It looks good," she decided, before offering up a small smile. "You should do it like that more often."

Quickly, I felt warm. Was it stuffy in here or was it just me? God, compliments already made me feel stupid. And compliments from pretty girls made me feel ten times that. It didn't help that she was watching me with an endearing expression, making me focus on my book before me.

"Thanks," I got out quickly. "I– yeah."

Her smile widened before she looked back down to her own book. Suddenly, I became acutely aware of the way her leg brushed up against mine under the table.

Thankfully, the strange fuzzy feeling following her compliment faded and we were able to get back to work without her tuning out again. As we were going over each other's practice questions, an annoying voice shouted from across the library.

"Wanda, head's up!"

"Hey, no talking in the library!" a librarian hissed at the voice.

Wanda and I looked up just in time for a football to smack me in the side of the head. I didn't even see it coming until I felt the thing slap my head, giving me an instant urge to strangle whoever threw it.

"Fuck," I cursed, holding my head and closing my eyes to breathe through the pain.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" Wanda's voice made me open my eyes and I saw her leaning forward, hand resting on my shoulder and the other on top of mine that was clutching my head.

"Been better," I admitted, trying to make light of the situation because as angry as I was at the idiot who threw it, I was also embarrassed because it hit me.

Wanda seemed concerned as she gently pulled me hand away, not letting go as she got a better look at the side of my face which I was sure was burning red. At least that's what it felt like.

"Shit, I'm so sorry."

I looked up and saw none other than Nate Green, Wanda's boyfriend, hovering and stifling a laugh as he looked at me. He had his stupid varsity jacket on and I was tempted to strangle him with it.

"I thought Wanda would catch it," he explained stupidly, before moving around the desk to collect his football.

Breathing out through gritted teeth, I pulled away from Wanda and nodded reassuringly. "I'll be fine. Just need an ice pack."

"You're such an idiot, Nate!" Wanda snapped, looking to him with a glare. "You need to watch what you're doing!"

He smiled sheepishly, making me roll my eyes and clench my jaw at the heat on the right side of my face. Fuck, that really hurt.

"What did you want?" Wanda asked him with a quirked brow. She definitely wasn't impressed. I'd hate to ever be on the wrong side of that condescending glare.

"I thought we could go out," he said like it was that simple.

"I'm studying," she quipped with crossed arms.

"I'm happy to wait," he said, toying with the ball in his hands.

Knowing I definitely didn't want that, I closed my books and said, "It's cool. You guys go. I think we're done here anyway."

Nate grinned. "See? S'all good."

Wanda ignored him and looked to me with worried eyes. "Y/N, are you sure?"

"You know your stuff," I said, referring to the work. "You'll be fine in the test. I'm sure."

I offered her a small, forced smile, before standing up to pack my bag. She did the same, beginning to pack her own things, but her eyes kept flittering towards me.

"D'you want me to go to the nurse's office with you?" she asked, shame laced in her voice.

"It's fine, I'll be fine," I said, hurrying up with my actions so I could just get out of here whilst I still had (some of) my dignity left. "See you in class tomorrow."

She nodded, sending a guilty smile my way. "See you tomorrow, Y/N."

Without giving either of them a look, I shouldered my backpack and left the library. Just another reminder of why Nate Green was literally the worst person ever.

—

Liking Wanda as more than a friend wasn't something that happened for a while if I'm being honest. I guess I started to enjoy her presence more and more the longer we spent time together.

I'd come to appreciate it whenever she'd say something completely out of the blue that made no sense whatsoever, or whenever she'd laugh at something I'd said that was arguably not funny but she didn't want to make me feel bad, or even whenever I teased her about something stupid she did, resulting in her doing that cute little nose scrunch she did. But I didn't think of it as liking her, more just a randomly-formed friendship that I was glad to have.

Maybe it was this misinterpretation that didn't make me see how I was acting around her, such as the time I was in the dinner queue at lunch when I realised she was stood behind me.

"Oh, hey, Y/N," she said when she noticed it was me in front of her. Her usual bright, friendly smile was on her lips as she looked to me. "You good?"

I nodded, returning her smile. "Yeah. Just getting some doughnuts for Y/BF/N and I. You?"

"Same," she said, before nudging the guy next to her, who I recognised as her brother. "Pietro and I thought we'd treat ourselves."

At the mention of his name, Pietro looked down to his sister before his gaze fell on me. A mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he put out his hand.

"Pietro Maximoff," he introduced. "You must be the Chemistry partner, Y/N, right?"

I raised my eyebrows with surprise as I shook his hand. "You, er, know who I am?"

He glanced at his sister with a cheeky smile. Wanda was avoiding both of our gazes, her cheeks dusting pink.

Clearly saving face for Wanda, he said, "We've been in the same grade since kids, right? 'Course I do."

Despite the truth to his words, something told me that wasn't how he knew who I was. Especially since I was sure I'd never spoken to him in my life. But, to save Wanda the embarrassment of clearly having spoken of me at home, I nodded to Pietro.

"Right," I agreed with an amused smile. "Duh."

I moved down the queue and grabbed two doughnuts from the display, putting them in two separate paper bags.

"Dibs the last one!" Pietro exclaimed as soon as I returned the clippers to the display. He reached around his sister immaturely and bagged the last doughnut.

Wanda rolled her eyes. "You know I can ask for more, right?"

Pietro grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Go on then."

The two were twins, but they couldn't have been more different. I simply revelled in their interaction, finding it adorable.

Wanda did as she said, asking the dinner lady if there were any more doughnuts in the back. Unfortunately for her, those were the last for the day, making Pietro laugh as Wanda pouted.

"Sucks to be you," he teased her, as I paid for mine and Y/BF/N's doughnuts.

"I hate you," she mumbled playfully, but I saw the disappointment in her eyes as he lovingly but annoyingly waved his bag before her eyes.

Without even thinking much of it, I held out one of the bags in my hand. "Here. You can have mine."

Wanda looked to me with surprise. "Are you sure? I can live without a doughnut, if that's what you're thinking."

I chuckled, grabbing her hand and making her take it. "It's okay. I wasn't in the mood anyway."

Plus, you look better when you're smiling and not pouting, I added in my head.

She accepted the bag reluctantly. "I– thanks. At least let me pay for it–"

"It's just a doughnut, Wanda," I teased, before nodding her way. "See you later."

Leaving her and Pietro to it, I headed back to the table Y/BF/N was sat at and took a seat opposite him before giving him his doughnut.

"Sweet," he said, quickly opening the bag before realising I didn't have one. "Where's yours?"

Over his shoulder, I saw Wanda and Pietro taking a seat at their lunch table, doughnuts in hand and a heartwarming smile on Wanda's lips.

"They ran out," I answered Y/BF/N. "Wasn't in the mood anyway. Enjoy."

He shrugged before digging in. I'd like to say I didn't spare glances in Wanda's direction every now and then for the rest of the lunch hour, but I'd be lying if I did.

—

I'm in the art department. You okay to bring it here?

I read over the text Wanda sent me before shooting her an 'okay' and heading to the Art department. I'd grabbed her notebook in class earlier on, only realising as I was studying with Y/BF/N in the library and pulled out an extra one, so I was going to give it her back.

I guess, when you realise you like someone, it comes randomly, suddenly, without warning. Liking someone isn't instant, it's constant and gradual and subconscious. I guess I'd been falling for Wanda for a while, without even realising, but today was the day I acknowledged that fact.

The Art department wasn't somewhere I frequented regularly – give me a paint and brushes and I'd probably present you with a finger painting – but it was definitely worth the visit. Art pieces from current and past students were hung on the walls, a mural of the school was spray painted on another, and sculptures stood around. The whole department brought a smile to anyone's face with its bright colours and open space – I could see why Art students always hung out here, Wanda included.

Speaking of Wanda, I found her in one of the classrooms sat at a stool in front of a series of canvasses. The room had a few other Art students littered around, working on their own pieces during their lunch period, otherwise it was empty.

"Hey," I called, getting her attention as I approached her.

She followed my voice and straightened up with a cheery smile. "Y/N, hey. Thanks for coming. I'm working on my Art project, so I couldn't pull myself away."

I waved my hand dismissively, joining her side. "It's all good, don't worry." My eyes wandered to the series of canvases on easels she was working on and widened. "Holy shit, these are so good."

Three unfinished hyperrealistic portraits of people were before us, one whom I recognised as Pietro. The paintings were so detailed, despite their medium-size, and I couldn't imagine how long they must have taken.

"You think?" she asked, glancing between them. "I think I messed up the nose here." She pointed with the back end of her paintbrush to the nose of Pietro. "It's a bit bent."

I almost laughed as I looked to her with disbelief. "Are you kidding? Wanda, these are amazing. How did you even do this?"

She looked down bashfully, a nervous smile on her lips. "I don't know. It's for a project. I chose to do family portraits." She pointed to each one as she said, "My mum, my dad and my brother."

I was in awe of her talent, jaw dropped with amazement still. I always knew she was an artist, but I'd never actually seen her work. I was starting to wish I'd come here a lot sooner.

"So, you got my notebook?" she asked, pulling me back into reality.

I looked away from the paintings reluctantly before getting her notebook from my bag and holding it out for her. As she accepted it, she must have forgotten she was holding her paintbrush as the tip brushed my wrist, leaving a swipe of red there.

"Oh, my bad," she said with a laugh, before setting her notebook and brush down and grabbing a paper towel from beside her.

Wetting it with water from her bottle, she pressed it to my wrist and swiped the paint away. It was such a mundane action, but the way her fingers gently held my wrist and emanated a warmth only she seemed to carry sent shivers down my spine.

I glanced up at her, letting her do it, and noticed the swipe of paint she had across her cheek, as if she'd touched her face without realising.

Now that I paid attention, I noticed how cute she looked in her Art getup. An old, oversized shirt covered in paint was being worn to cover her clothes, sleeves loosely rolled up to her elbows. Her long hair was tied back into a ponytail, but her baby hairs framed her forehead adorably.

When her hair wasn't in her face, her eyes only seemed more intense, glistening with excitement and happiness. I almost forgot to breathe when they met mine briefly, a hint of embarrassment there from when cleaning me up. She was in her element here and it made sense to me now.

I knew I'd fallen for her.

—

"You don't get it," I was saying to Y/BF/N as we hung about the school gym, waiting for the teacher to start the lesson. "It's bad. I like her. Like, like like her."

Y/BF/N laughed, clapping me on the back with pity. "You're screwed."

I frowned. "I know."

As he stretched for class, he continued, "I mean, I get it, I do. She's super nice. Pretty. And you guys seem to get on."

I chewed on my lower lip worriedly.

He gave me a knowing look. "There's one problem though."

I groaned, running a hand down my face. "I know, I know. She's got that dick of a boyfriend."

He chuckled. "That's one way to put it."

I sighed, crossing my arms with annoyance. Since realising I liked Wanda as a little more than a friend, things weren't going well for me. Whenever we worked together, I'd forget what I was thinking because I was too busy admiring her side profile or getting lost in her eyes. If she spoke about the work, told a joke or was simply speaking her thoughts aloud, I'd focus on every little thing she was saying, knowing I could listen to her speak all day. It was bad, but thankfully I hadn't stumbled over my words or made a total fool of myself in front of her. I was determined to not let it get that far.

My eyes wandered around the gym as Y/BF/N tried to give me advice, but admittedly, his words flew in one ear and out the other when I caught sight of Wanda.

She was standing with her friends, smiling and laughing to whatever they were saying. Like everyone else in here, she was wearing her gym kit – black athletic shorts and a blue and white tee shirt, the colour of our school. It wasn't anything special, yet she made it seem that way, outdoing anyone in here. Her brown hair was tied back, the ponytail falling down her back, showing her stunning profile and making my mouth go dry.

Another clap on the back from Y/BF/N pulled me from my reverie and I looked to see he was laughing at me.

"Majorly screwed," he corrected his previous comment.

He was definitely right.

[alygatorwrites]

can I request a lil something? during the end of the manga or after the timeskip if you haven't read it yet, reiner still has feelings for historia and reader has one-sided feelings for him.

pieck gives reiner a small hint, saying he's wasting time while there's someone close to him that cares for him and points to you. he doesn't understand at first and maybe is conflicted about his feelings for you because of historia. reader is cool about it as she doesn't expect him to reciprocate her feelings.

a rollercoaster of emotions later, maybe there is a happy ending tho? i am curious to see what you can come up with 😭😭 i have dreaming of this scenario before bed and i can't help but get jealous of his crush on historia abjdsndks maybe you can help reiner reciprocate reader-chan's feelings or not

thank u so much aly 💖🥺

reciprocation

pairing: reiner braun x reader

a/n: OMG yesss! honestly, i was kinda annoyed at how reiner still had a crush on historia. i know that isayama wanted to show how everything went back to normal, but i was hoping that reiner would have a bigger role in the allied nations instead of being "dumbed down" to having an obsession with her. MAYBE THATS JUST THE JEALOUSY SPEAKING LMAO 😭 i was hoping this would be longer, although school has been killing me so im really sorry!! i hope its okay 💗💕 thank you honey!

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as reiner is handed historia’s letter, you fold your hands on the table and watch him without a word. when he reads the lines and smells the parchment - jean saying something snarky afterward - you say nothing.

you want reiner to be happy: you want to see him at ease like this more, face soft as the leaf of the page flits from his pinched fingers.

and so you let the man speak about historia like she’s a damn goddess, gushing over her handwriting, and keep your goddamn mouth shut. ignore your jealousy. your feelings.

the truth is, you’re in love with reiner.

you can’t even remember how it happened, but you can remember the first time you looked into those hazel eyes, and how you knew that they were going to stick with you for eternity.

you’ve come to accept his crush on the queen, though. reciprocation was never an option in your mind.

when jean begins to chew reiner out for lusting after a married woman, and reiner says something about jean being a horse, pieck’s gaze lands on you. “you’re rather quiet,” she says softly, resting her head on her palm.

you shrug, turning away from her. “i’m just tired.”

pieck catches your chin between her lithe fingers, and turns you to face her with a tiny smile. the young woman is very perceptive, and you’ve known her long enough. 

that’s when you notice the twinkle in her eye. she’s planning something.

pieck releases your jaw then, sitting up in her chair. “you’re wasting your time, reiner,” she says suddenly. “there’s already someone you know who cares for you.”

you pretend to not hear pieck - and definitely pretend you don’t see her faintly point at you through your peripheral. the movement of her fingers is barely there, but you catch it.

damn you, pieck.

the way you’re now pinned underneath armin, jean, connie, and reiner’s stares makes your stomach tie itself into knots with bubbling reluctance. shit, this is awkward. you want to run away.

still, you peer over to study reiner’s reaction. he looks confused at first, the contours of his face unreadable. you swear you see connie facepalm at the man’s cluelessness.

then reiner’s expression slowly changes: his eyes widen in awe, lips parting slightly, and brows knitting together. he seems genuinely surprised - and conflicted.

conflicted? why?

there’s no time to explain yourself though, because the door creaks open and annie steps in. her words fall on your deaf ears, and when everyone stands up to leave, you’re the first one out of the room. work beckons you as always.

two days pass.

you’ve been busy filling out tons of paperwork pertaining to the allied nations, so when you’re finally given a day off, you take it with open arms. 

freedom at last.

you lean against a bench outside of headquarters, enjoying the salty breeze that flutters along your skin. it’s dusk, the sky covered in a gradient of neon colors as the sun dips below the horizon.

you haven’t seen reiner since that day in the conference room. you wonder how he’s doing, what he’s thinking, how he’s holding up -

“hey.”

speak of the devil. you glance over your shoulder toward the voice, low and familiar.

reiner approaches you, clad in his uniform: the suit hugs his large frame perfectly, showing every flex of his muscles, and his blonde hair is neatly parted. the black tie looped around his neck just pulls it all together. it has you weak at the knees every. single. time.

“hey,” you answer, giving reiner a smile as he stops beside you.

and that’s when your heart lurches at the sight of him.

the sunset highlights reiner’s profile in gold, a heavenly shine that settles upon his blonde lashes and the flawless slope of his nose. the flecks in his irises sparkle – a beautiful mixture of soft browns and muted greens. the only thing you can do right now is admire the man. 

his words are what breaks you out of your daydream.

“work has been crazy lately, huh?” reiner says, focused on the candy-floss clouds and their fluffy shapes.

“well - yeah, pretty much. i don’t want to look at a pen or a piece of paper ever again.”

“that bad?”

“you have no idea. i almost regret marley and paradis reconciling.”

reiner chuckles gently at the joke, but it’s strained. his forehead remains creased, and he’s not really smiling. the emotion there is more … doubtful. it’s like he’s having some sort of inner conflict.

hopefully reiner’s not acting cautious because of the other day. you know he doesn’t return your feelings, and that’s totally okay. you’re happy enough being with him like this. “i’m not mad or anything, y’know.”

reiner stiffens at that. there’s a white flash of teeth when he chews on his lower lip. “i know.”

“good,” you hum, breathing out a sigh of relief. your core twists with envy when you force a grin. bite it back. tease him like always. “so about historia … ”

reiner’s eyes go wide almost comically, and you hear the breath in his lungs leave his firm chest in one exhale. there’s a light blush staining his cheeks now. it’s funny; he’s so goddamn big, yet he’s such a teddy bear.

“y-yeah,” reiner mutters. you observe the way his brows pinch together as he awkwardly shifts in place. it takes a while before the man composes himself again, which is strange.

is he scared or something? what the hell?

“pieck,” reiner hesitates for a moment. the golden strands of his hair ruffle in the wind and he appears ... well, lost. “was she being serious?”

the question is a shocker - jeez, he could have at least let you prepare yourself. a firm ‘no’ almost slips out, but you’ve never been much of a liar. not to reiner, anyway. crossing your arms against your chest, you inhale sharply and nod. avoid staring at him face-to-face. “yep.”

“ … why me?”

reiner says the words with a mixture of spite and anguish, a casual and rumbling voice. you immediately turn your head, frowning. “what?”

“i’ve done so many horrible things.” reiner exhales heavily and stares down at his hands; perhaps he’s imagining all the blood they’ve been stained with. “i betrayed everyone. i killed innocent people - all because i was selfish.”

it’s no surprise that reiner is broken after everything he’s been through, but it pains you to know that he continues to suffer in silence. whatever war is raging inside his ribcage tears him apart piece by piece, and you wish you could carry the burden. 

there’s probably nothing you can say to convince reiner that he was just a kid, a victim of circumstance. there’s nothing that can persuade him to see himself the way you do.

so you decide to tell reiner why you love him. 

you explain the amount of admiration you hold for him. tell him that you love the way he just wants to be someone his comrades can lean on, like a big brother. tell him that you think he’s the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen and how you think he deserves the world.

the way you spill your guts out snaps every nerve in your body. you don’t say everything you want to – but you tell him enough. a dark flush spreading across your face, you find the courage to look at him.

the world seems to stop on its axis when you find reiner staring right on back. the intensity of his eyes is stunning; they’re lit up with astonishment and affection.

god, the affection. you see it clear as day. maybe one of the greatest regrets in his life is how he forced himself to see you only as a friend.

that’s when he reaches out to you.

reiner retracts his hand twice, unsure, before slowly brushing his fingertips against yours. the touch is so feather-light that you almost can’t feel it. it’s a test - he’s waiting to see if you pull away. you can’t even move if you wanted to, because his fond gaze keeps you rooted to the spot before him. 

when you don’t recoil, reiner finally moves to gently hold your hand; his palm is so much bigger than yours, and your fingers slot together perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle’s final piece. 

heart thrumming like a hummingbird has been stuffed into your chest, you’re almost at a loss for words and come to a realization.

this utterly amazing man likes you. always has. 

but reiner shoved away the feelings for one simple reason; you deserved ‘better.’ focusing on the old crush he had on historia was a distraction - an attempt to convince himself to stop thinking about you.

because looking at you everyday and not being able to act upon his feelings was too painful.

“is this okay?” reiner asks lowly. there’s a slight pinkness to his cheeks, the color of a selfless love.

by some miracle, you manage to nod dumbly. “yeah, of course. it’s fine.” it’s amazing is what you actually want to say.  

reiner squeezes your hand at the reassurance, a sigh escaping from his throat. “i really—”

you wait for him to finish, but he doesn’t. reiner just searches your profile for signs of discomfort, and then untwines your hands to bravely swipe a thumb along the length of your cheekbone. 

there’s no time to speak because he’s already leaning down.  

the sensation of reiner’s lips pressing against yours lights your skin ablaze; you can feel the curling flames of passion sear your soul, made even more intense by the warmth of the sunlight on your back.

it’s natural, it’s tender, it’s warm.

reiner’s breath rattles into your mouth when you rest both palms against his solid chest and deepen the kiss. the musky smell of his aftershave and cologne envelops you completely, and fuck, it’s so good. your arms wrap around him, fingers passing over the sharp slopes of his shoulder blades.

as much as you wish the kiss could go on endlessly, there are people gathering outside. avoiding any unwanted attention from nosy strangers is very much appreciated.

you pull away to nuzzle your nose into reiner, and he rests his chin on your shoulder, protective arms moving to loop around your waist. it’s such an intimate caress that it sparks your brain into overdrive.

as the rushing sound of the breeze comes back to your ears through the quiet, you tuck the kiss away to be remembered forever. that’s all there is to it. being close to reiner like this - swaying together like wildflowers in the wind - is more important than anything else.

“i like you,” reiner murmurs.

the suddenness of it makes you laugh, and you can feel the upward quirk of reiner’s lips - a whisper of a peaceful smile and a sweet, sweet promise.

[imerdwarf]

Sworn To Secrecy

Requested by @imagine-all-the-fandoms: Hey colleague ❤️ I really love your writing! So I also thought to send you an idea 😊 The reader is Bucky’s girlfriend but just a normal civilian and he keeps it a secret at the compound. One day she visits him but crosses the other Avengers and Sam is immediately flirting with you but Bucky just comes, swoops you in his arms and kisses you. The others are shocked and confused and later that day they finally tell them they’ve been together for a while now and they are all happy for you two? 😊

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Civilian!Reader (Modern AU)

Warnings: Absolutely none! Just a lot of fluff 🥰

Author's Notes: Thank you so much my dear friend for sending in this beautiful request, I hope you like it and please let me know if there's anything you want me to change! 💜

Your phone vibrated in the palm of your hand and your smile reached both corners of your eyes when you saw the name light up your screen.

Bucky: I can't wait to see you, how long until you get here?

Your fingers flew quickly over the touch sensitive keyboard to reply back, without any typos might I add.

Y/N: I'm five minutes away. Patience! ;)

The wind blew in your face as you tilted your head upwards and sighed. Your relationship with Bucky Barnes was absolutely not the easiest thing in the world. He had made you sworn to secrecy about it, to protect yourself and him from potential haters and enemies.

You were grateful that you were able to spend a lot of time together when he didn't have month-long missions to go on. The sunny afternoons were spent in your small apartment on the couch watching movies with a blanket draped over the two of you, often accompanied by a hot chocolate made from his secret recipe.

Everything about Bucky screamed safety; his big beefy frame, bulging biceps that he just knew you loved and deliberately bought small sizes to show them off, his thick thighs were a dream for you whenever you draped your legs over them to get comfortable. Nothing about him scared you, not even that matte black and gold Wakandan inspired arm of his. It did wonders when you were burning up with fevers.

You met Bucky by chance at a coffee shop in Brooklyn. It was a cliché moment when you accidentally turned around too quickly and spilled your hot drink over his white shirt. Endless apologies spilled from your lips while Bucky was too busy admiring your beautiful features that your words simply fell on deaf ears. To Bucky, it felt as though time had temporarily stopped ticking, and the only people in the coffee shop at that moment was you and him.

The two of you exchanged numbers with your promises of buying him a brand new shirt to replace the one you ruined. You texted each other every second of every day. The more you talked, the easier and the flirty-er the texts became.

A month after the coffee shop incident, you almost keeled over when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. He regretted he couldn't take you on a date because of his status, and that never really bothered you.

You didn't date him because he was a popular avenger, with a staggering 100 million followers on his Instagram. For your protection, he couldn't follow you either, but that too didn't bother you. You dated him because you loved his personality and you loved him.

You zig-zagged past the oncoming pedestrians as the tower came into view. Outside of the gates there was already a crowd of people hoping to catch a glimpse of the avengers.

The security guard in the booth next to the gate was trying to reason with the crowd, sadly a building this well known attracted all kinds of attention and tourism. You were told that people from Australia would come to visit.

You approached the guard with a friendly smile. "Good afternoon sir," you greeted politely, pulling some I.D out from your purse.

"Good afternoon! Are you expected here today?" The guard smiled but looked over your shoulder to see the crowd was now taking pictures of the front of the tower. He shooed them away and brought his attention back to you.

"Yes, Sergeant James Barnes is expecting me." The way his name rolled off your tongue was like drops of honey. Smooth and sweet.

The guard checked the list of visitors expected today and hummed with a smile.

"So he is. So what you do is, go to the front desk with your visitor badge and they'll direct you to his floor."

With a quiet thanks and holding on tightly to the badge, you walk through the screeching iron gates. Your shoes crunch underneath the gravel and the wind howls through the trees that gives off extra privacy.

The lady at reception greets you warmly and you relax when you give her your name and show her your visitor badge as directed by the security guard.

"Take the elevator and go to floor 13. Sergeant Barnes is currently in a meeting but he won't be too long." Another thank you passes through your lips as you head off towards the glass and chrome elevator.

The ride up to the 13 floors was agonisingly slow. Classical music filled the emptiness of the elevator. The glass casing gave you a beautiful view overlooking the grounds of the compound. A rose garden of all different shades of roses up the far left of the green garden surrounded by cherry blossoms and hydrangeas. Benches scattered across the grounds that you hoped to one day have the pleasure of sitting on and watch the bumblebees.

This was another reason Bucky loved you so much, you were so passionate and kind against wildlife and nature.

Finally, after god knows how long you've been staring out into the garden daydreaming, the elevator doors ding open and you're greeted with a muscular blond God with a red Cape hung over his back and a creepy wide grin on his face. His scruffy hair made you think he hadn't washed it in a few days.

"I was expecting someone else, but hello!" His voice seemed to boom throughout the space of whatever room this actually was. Some kind of hallway, but you're pretty sure you would hear his voice from all the way from that beautiful garden.

"Uh hello!" You stuttered, taken by surprise that there would be other people here.

"I am Thor, the God of Thunder!" His arms went wide and so did his smile. Your mouth gaped open and closed when you recognised the name. Thor. God of thunder. Of course, you read about these gods and how he ruled Asgard. Or was set to.

"Thor! Of course," you chuckled nervously, stretching your hand out in front of you, "I'm Y/N."

"It's a pleasure to meet you! Please follow me and allow me to introduce you to my mortal friends," you chuckled at that line, and adjusted your sweater.

"Friends, mortals! We have a guest, this is Y/N, A human of Earth." Thor stepped aside and your eyes widened; you were only standing in the same room as the avengers, the same people Bucky spoke so highly of. Thor told you the names of the people in front of you, everyone was there and you wondered where the hell Bucky was.

Tony was the first one to step forward and looked you up and down by moving his tinted glasses to the bridge of his nose. You relaxed when he smiled, but only slightly. You realised they had not asked why some stranger was standing in their living room.

"You know who I am?" Tony asked smugly, his arms folded over his chest.

You nodded, your eyes flickered down his chest, his arc reactor lit up in a bright blue. You almost reached out to touch it but stopped yourself before you could.

"Uh yes. You're Tony I believe?" You blushed under their gazes. Bucky told you they were the best people, but to you they were very intimidating.

"Very good. What brings you to my tower?"

"I'm here to see—"

"Wow! Who is this?" A voice yelled out from behind you. A guy you recognised as Sam, or Falcon, or Birdbrain as Bucky liked to call him.

"Y/N!" Thor answered before you could, the rest of the avengers took a seat on the couch.

"Yeah, hi," a small laugh came out and it made your cheeks heat up when his eyes raked over your form.

"My, my. You are gorgeous!" He kept that grin on his lips as he stepped closer. His over-sprayed cologne was suffocating you. "Beautiful, just perfect, just—"

"Mine!" Bucky yelled from the doorway as he stormed past Sam to get to you. You bit your lip to hide the growing grin and failed, he swooped you up in his arms, your legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he spun the two of you around and kissed you.

Cat calls sounded from the couch and you smiled into the kiss. When you pulled away for air, the expressions on everyone's faces told you they needed and wanted an explanation.

You could only imagine the questions they wanted to ask; how did you know Bucky Barnes? How did a soldier and an assassin manage to keep a relationship so hidden under the eyes of a mind-reader and a super intelligent spy? How did Bucky not slip up to Steve about having a girlfriend? All valid questions of course.

Bucky lowered you back down on your feet and pressed his forehead against yours. Without giving the team an answer, he slipped his hand in yours and pulled you away, leaving the superheroes with confusion etched upon their faces.

Bucky gave you a thorough tour of the tower. He showed you the gym, the kitchen where he made you his favourite sandwich, he even showed you his room. It was painted in a light blue with white curtains and blinds, thick, soft cream carpet covered the floor and his bed was as soft as a cloud. It was a lot more comfortable than your bed, that's for sure.

Later that day, Tony ordered a takeout and invited everyone to the dining room to eat, including you. The way Bucky's hand was slung protectively around your shoulder didn't go amiss by anyone in the room. It was when he finally sat down did the questions start.

"Alright, what's the deal with you two? Is this a prank? Is he paying you darling?" Sam fired off first, pointing his fork at the two of you opposite him.

Bucky glared at him from calling you 'darling', from where you were sat you could hear the heavy breathing. Your hand slipped into your lap and into his, giving his thigh a firm squeeze to keep calm.

"Y/N is not being paid!" Bucky defended, outraged he could even think such a thing.

You cleared your throat and took a sip of water before speaking, "it's true and I understand it's a shock but Bucky is actually my boyfriend and has been for the past couple of months," you smiled, proud of the fact you were in a relationship with this man and it was no longer secret.

"How the hell did that happen?" Tony queried, waving his chopsticks in the air, flabbergasted by the whole situation.

"What, you think I'm not capable of meeting people?" Bucky challenged, not really enjoying the interrogation which was the whole reason he didn't want to say anything at the beginning.

"Well of course I wouldn't be surprised if it was Capsicle here but it's you," Tony snorted.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Bucky was yelling and turning red with anger when Nat sought the opportunity to take the heat off the two men.

"So, Y/N. Tell us about yourself."

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