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pretty boy fitz by the amazing stupendous wonderful @lemontarto i'm so fucking unwell look at him LOOK AT HIM LOOK AT HIM LOOK AT HIM LOOK AT

[pupsmailbox]

MASC PRONOUNS ⌇　ae/aem.　ae/aim.　be/bem.　be/bim.　boy/boy.　ce/cem.　ce/cim.　de/dem.　de/dim.　ey/em.　fe/fem.　fe/fim.　ha/ham.　he/hem.　he/him.　h!/h!m.　h#/h#m.　h$/h$m.　h%/h%m.　h&/h&m.　h/hm.　h+/h+m.　h-/h-m.　h=/h=m.　h@/h@m.　h^/h^m.　h_/h_m.　h~/h~m.　h☆/h☆m.　h♡/h♡m.　hi/him.　ho/hom.　hu/hum.　hx/hxm.　hy/hym.　je/jem.　je/jim.　ke/kem.　ke/kim.　le/lem.　le/lim.　male/male.　masc/masc.　me/min.　mr/mr.　ne/nem.　ne/nim.　pe/pen.　pe/pin.　qe/qem.　qe/qim.　re/rem.　re/rim.　se/sem.　se/sim.　sir/sir.　te/tem.　te/tim.　ve/vem.　ve/vim.　we/wem.　we/win.　xe/xem.　xe/xim.　ye/yem.　ye/yim.　ze/zem.　ze/zim.

FEM PRONOUNS ⌇　ae/aer.　 ae/air.　 be/ber.　 be/bir.　 ce/cer.　 ce/cir.　 de/der.　 de/dir.　 ey/eir.　 ey/er.　 fe/fer.　 fe/fir.　 fem/fem.　 female/female.　 ge/ger.　 ge/gir.　 girl/girl.　 he/her.　 he/hir.　 je/jer.　 je/jir.　 ke/ker.　 ke/kir.　 le/ler.　 le/lir.　 madam/madam.　 me/mer.　 me/mir.　 miss/miss.　 mrs/mrs.　 ms/ms.　 ne/ner.　 ne/nir.　 pe/per.　 pe/pir.　 qe/qer.　 qe/qir.　 re/rer.　 re/rir.　 se/ser.　 se/sir.　 sha/har.　 she/her.　 sh☆/h☆r.　 sh♡/h♡r.　 sh~/h~r.　 sh!/h!r.　 sh@/h@r.　 sh#/h#r.　 sh$/h$r.　 sh%/h%r.　 sh^/h^r.　 sh&/h&r.　 sh*/h*r.　 sh_/h_r. sh-/h-r.　 sh+/h+r.sh=/h=r.　 shi/hir.　 shx/hxr.　 shy/hyr.　 te/ter.　 te/tir.　 ve/ver.　 ve/vir.　 we/wer.　 we/wir.　 xe/xer.　 xe/xir.　 ye/yer.　 ye/yir.　 ze/zer.　 ze/zir.

NEUTRAL PRONOUNS ⌇　aey/aem.　ahey/ahem.　at/at.　bey/bem.　bhey/bhem.　bt/bt.　cey/cem.　chey/chem.　ct/ct.　dey/dem.　dhey/dhem.　dt/dt.　ehey/ehem.　et/et.　ey/em.　fey/fem.　fhey/fhem.　ft/ft.　gey/gem.　ghey/ghem.　gt/gt.　hey/hem.　ht/ht.　ib/ib.　ic/ic.　id/id.　if/if.　ig/ig.　ih/ih.　ihey/ihem.　ij/ij.　ik/ik.　il/il.　im/im.　in/in.　ip/ip.　iq/iq.　ir/ir.　is/is.　it/it.　~t/~t.　!t/!t.　@t/@t.　#t/#t.　$t/$t.　%t/%t.　^t/ ^t.　&t/&t.　t/t.　-t/-t.　_t/_t.　+t/+t.　=t/=t.　☆t/☆t.　♡t/♡t.　iv/iv.　iw/iw.　ix/ix.　iz/iz.　jey/jem.　jhey/jhem.　jt/jt.　key/kem.　khey/khem.　kid/kid.　kt/kt.　ley/lem.　lhey/lhem.　lt/lt.　mey/mem.　mhey/mhem.　mt/mt.　mx/mx.　neu/neu.　neutral/neutral.　ney/nem.　nhey/nhem.　nt/nt.　ohey/ohem.　ot/ot.　person/person.　pey/pem.　phey/phem.　pt/pt.　qey/qem.　qhey/qhem.　qt/qt rey/rem.　rhey/rhem.　rt/rt.　sey/sem.　shey/shem.　st/st.　tey/tem.　they/them.　th☆y/th☆m.　th♡y/th♡m.　thxy/thxm.　thiy/thim.　thy/thym.　thay/tham.　th~y/th~m.　th!y/th!m.　th@y/th@m.　th#y/th#m.　th$y/th$m.　th%y/th%m.　th^y/th^m.　th&y/th&m.　thy/thm.　th_y/th_m.　th-y/th-m.　th=y/th=m.　th+y/th+m.　thon/thon.　uhey/uhem.　ut/ut.　vey/vem.　vhey/vhem.　vt/vt.　wey/wem.　whey/whem.　wt/wt.　xey/xem.　xhey/xhem.　xt/xt.　yey/yem.　yhey/yhem.　yt/yt.　zey/zem.　zhey/zhem.　zt/zt.

[idv-sunsxin3]

can i request a scenario where a handful of the suitcase gang accidentally consumed sotheby's potion (idk how, they just did lmao) and so turning into their udimos for a day.

w/ diggers, pavia, and horropedia pls. WHEEZE just them tryna grab your attention and you trying to decipher what they want or need 🤣

Pavia, Horropedia, Diggers // Turning into their Udimo

Note// 100% fluff. And not pun intended/ih

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"Y/N!!!" A distressed, familiar voice of a lady yells as you were minding your own business on whatever you were doing(hot mc stuff ig/lh)

"Ms. Sotheby??? What's the matter?" You were nearly startled by her scream that followed after. Asking with a concerned look as you turned to face her - only to see her holding something that is trying to get out of her grip -

"Ms. Y/N!! Please help!!!" Sotheby cries as she raises this creature towards your face as you automatically flinch back in fear of colliding faces with the small one.

"Wait a minute, is that udimo my partner uses on the suitcase---" You were about to point out something once analyzing until you were cut off.

"I know, I know!!! I miscalculated;;; I was working on a potion and and- I accidentally dropped it on the suicase-- and now he is turned into this!!! It'll worn off in one day, i promise- E-EEP!!"

The young lady whines before squeaking when the creature succeeds in escaping from her grip and jumps on you. Making you quickly try to catch it.

"Wow, there!" You say, caught off-guard until you got licked on the tip of your mouth by the udimo, "H-Hey!! That tickles...-!" You say as you try to muffle your giggles while trying to get the udimo to stop licking or poking your face.

Quietly watching you get along with the udimo, it suddenly gave a lightbulb to the little lady with the big hat.

"How about you take care of him as he seems to prefer your company than mine?" Sotheby offers, "I got an earful from Ms. Sonetto on Ms. Timekeeper's behalf, so I have to clean up the suitcase anyway -" She twiddles her thumbs with a nervous cheeky smile.

"Oh, sure." You sweat as you feel unease yet sparkled by the idea, not sure how to take care of someone who is in their udimo form. But it is just one day, right? Plus, your pretty boy looks so cute in this form that you can't help but nuzzle your face on him--!!!

.

.

.

He licks you again...

Huh. We have to work on that;;;

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//Pavia//

Pavia is not pleased... not even a single bit when he becomes aware of his condition.

Barks in 'M*RDE!!!'

He is already making some plans on to talk to Sotheby after that--(uh oh).

But on the brighter side--- he finally can talk to his children in their language. Now he has to run with them and other kinds of wolf pack stuff like he wished to do before when he was like... a man/lh

He was growling and barking like some edgy pup the entire time he was woth Sotheby. Who was so terrified the entire time she had to put him into a cage(hahaha) with the help of some people before coming to you.

The moment he found you, he got even more insane by barking louder. As if telling 'Y/N!!! Y/N!!! HERE!! GET ME OUT OF THIS TINY JAIL!!' until he realized it just kept scaring you away, becoming harder to ask for help.

So he ended up trying to apologize by making whimpering noises as his ears went droopy while now dropping on the floor as if trying to chill with his small angry tears - huh??? Is that really Pavia???

You eventually help im release him before Sotheby can protest - that he's now nudging his nose on to your knee as if silently asking for attention. Whimpering more with his eyes now sparkling at you.

"Aww... easy there."

He rubs his face on your leg now as you rub his ears. His tail washing and calming down...

Well, until he starts barking and trying to chase Sotheby to bite her if only she didn't immediately dash away - aiyayai....

Once you feel less intimidated by him, now he tries to tell you he wants gelato just by dragging you by the shirt and pawing a picture of it with his claws.

REALLY, BOY...? THAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU WANNA DO??

I guess he really wants to chill down with something cool, huh--

But then you quickly remember that the dessert won't be wolf friendly--- so you gently nag him that you can'tgive it to him---

.

.

.

Pavia licks your hand before licking you.

"Hey- You should stop doing that or else I'm going to be drenched with your saliva;" You whine as you try to clean your cheek. He doesn't listen and starts licking and softly biting on your arm, too, as if teasing, "Stoooopp--!"

It will be a long day...---

The next day, when he finally comes back to normal, that's when things are really getting crazy again.

You were sleeping with him, so the moment you were starting to slowly wake up from your slumber, you swear you feel strong arms around your body as if clinging on you---

You quickly wake up to notice the familiar tattoos on the knuckles of the hands--- identifying them as your boyfriend's.

But the thing is, you didn't expect to find him naked on the bed beside you.

"AH-" You were about to fall off the bed the moment you wake up and see him - LIKE WHO WOULDN'T JFHDNRNR???

It didn't take a second to catch you before pulling you close to his bare chest. Cuddling against you.

"...Buongiorno." He says with a smug look. Before licking your nose.

"Hey!!!"

"Heh."

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//Horropedia//

Tilts head in doggo.

He really didn't have this on this year's bingo list. Okay/lh

The sad part is that he can not even be capable of yapping about stuff to you!!! How cruel;;; (it still doesn't spare the fact he woofs a lot as if he's talking)

But well, he was actually calm and rational enough to just follow Sotheby so she can help him find you--- the moment where he spots you is when he gets off of her grips and paws on your shirt. Wagging his tail so quickly.

Starts yapping and barking nonstop at you. Your poor self is having calculations on your mind about wth is he saying--- 'Y/N, omg, can you believe this??? I'm a dog, a dog!!! This is bad, so bad!!!' Bark bark bark bark ba-

Of course, he is aware that the potion will be worn off eventually. He just wanted to scare you by thinking he is panicking= meaning it's actually bad. Since it's rare for him to panic like that.

But spoilers= it's not really bad, lol.

It gets him desperate to want you to know what he wants, not just your attention, that he keeps pawing you gently to your forehead as if bonking you

'Noooo wrong, that's not what I meant..!' Puppy whimpering as he says that internally;;;

So far other than the noises and how talkative he usually is, it really honestly didn't make much of a difference when he is yapping at you in dog(like he gives dog energy when he is goofing or looking happy--)

But yeah, he always paws your leg whenever asking you to reach something for him many times--- like a horror novel from the top shelf, magazines, whatever that can keep him entertain without reminding himself of the predicament until it's over---

You ended up giving him a lot of books on his bed and dog friendly snacks so he can just sit there and flip the pages by himself with his nose---- smart doggo...

Now the way he is getting pampered by being helped in reaching stuff is pretty nice. Even he has a day off from work to binge on his hobby with you now!!! What a paradise.

Once he turns back to normal- he'll be shocked.

Like the moment he starts to wake up from hus sleep, he has a blurred vision of his hands caressing your neck as your back was facing him - wait, HANDS???

He takes a look at his hands as if it is a dream. He pinches himself - ouch, not a dream for sure... Then, he notices something..

Why does he feel chilly.

He slowly looked under the sheets -

He is naked, yep.

He was about to say "yikes-" but remembers you're still sleeping. Keeping that in mind, he tries to sneak away from the bed to go get some clothes -

Until your hands started palming to where he is, pulling him closer to you once they found him.

Now he is a statue. A sweating, flustered, naked statue.

Sigh... those typical aftermath scenes of a person turning back to humans from animals but ends up being naked - how typical indeed. He's gotta wake you up on this one now, huh.

Hey, he doesn't have much fear about waking you up- but accidentally flashing you with his naked slim body in the process is a different story!!!!

"Eh... eh... oh... Babe...?" He whispers as he tries to poke your sides.

... Now, this is a true horror scene in his mind.

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//Diggers//

He really thought it was juice.

But no, it wasn't;;; 😭

He was calm enough to stay in Sotheby's arms until he decided to hop into yours--- staring intensively at you with those big eyes that seem like they're about to cry;;;

'Baby, help me,,,," 😭🥺 He pleads, but ends up sounding like he is croaking softly. Crap...

Now he's going to be a frog inside a bubble for one day - how is he going to eat now when he's hungry???

He was about to make more worried frog noises as he had to come to the conclusion he had to meditate throughout hunger;;; until you just simply popped his big bubble with a finger.

...Oh.-

The Frog now hops into your arms now, croaking almost as if it’s purring in 'thank you'.

Awww...

So far, Diggers has been a pretty peaceful frog vibing on the palm of your hands.

Well, he may also go silly and start jumping and hopping everywhere at his van - all carefree and adventurous. He would try and watch how high he is when trying to move around outdoors.

Despite him being on your palms once in a while because his skin needs to breath sometimes, he doesn't demand much from you as he always seems to take liking of stating at you work--- except that he has these big doe eyes of a tiny frog now.

I can imagine that he sometimes floats when he summons the huge bubble back to engulf him--

he would be struggling to control how to float towards you at first, but the more willing he wants to stay close to you, the better he was at it;;;

It didn't help when you told him you were just going to be off for 2 minutes for a drink, and he's already trying to follow you by blowing bubbles with his own mouth😭

His doe eyes only close for a long time whenever you gently rub his tiny head;;;;

Once he goes back to normal, he is surprised when seeing his state---- happy surprise.

He wasn't fazed by the fact that he's naked. It's so funny.

Now he sobs happily as he can finally be a man once again---!!! Freedom!!!

He giggles happily before planting kisses on your forehead once seeing you wake up and blushing from seeing him shirtless.

"Darling, I'm finally back,,,"

(also mopping on a corner.... Thinking he has been acting so chaotic around you, he couldn't forgive himself and that he won't get head rubs from you fhdhdbdb)

Oh, how much he underestimated you - you still give him headrubs!!! (He luvs them so much, my god;;)

[violetnotez]

HC: BNHA Boys x GN! reader whose feeling down

Anonymous: Heyo! If you've written something like this already please ignore this and sorry for bothering you! I'd like to request some angsty hcs (because hcs are the only thing my brain ever lets me read peacefully) for Mirio, Tamaki, Denki, Kirishima and Shinsou where their s/o or crush puts her hands on their face. Also, if you can, could you make the reader gender neutral?

Ohhhhhh yes Im in a angsty mood!!!!!

Warnings:

I made these with the intentions the reader and them have been crushing on each other, hope thats okay!

Pairings: Mirio x reader, Tamaki x reader, Denki x reader, Kirishima x reader, Shinsou x reader

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m i r i o

Mirio is extremely observant

He knows exactly when and what mannerisms you use when your happy, angry, upset...

he knows you like the back of his hand, so when your not feeling amazing, he definitely knows

He would probably be really worried on the inside, but he has to be positive for you! So he puts up a big smile and his super goofy, dad-joke personality to hopefully get a smile or laugh out of you

He’d catch you with your head in your hand after school one day, the other kids bustling away as you sat under a lonely tree, looking extremely burdened with something

If you two were just crushing on each other, he’d be extremely worried, bidding Tamaki and Neijire a quick goodbye as he made his way over to you

“Oh hey y/n-are you feeling okay? You were looking pretty sad over here, just wanted to see if I can cheer you up!”

This boy is just a literal ball of sunshine as he stares down at you with the brightest grin ever

It doesnt matter if you tell him or not- he will listen to your feelings and give you the best adivce he can if you do tell jim, but he wont be offended if you keep it to yourself

He just wants to see you be the bright, happy person he knows and loves!

Would probably offer to do something or go get something you like, like take a walk in the park or get some ice cream

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t a m a k i 

poor tama- he knows you arent feeling well its just he cant rack up the courage to ask!

Your usually at least a little more energetic than him

So he immeditaely knows somethings wrong when you shuffle your way into class, not saying much and going straight to your seat

Every morning he always anticipates you with excitement and nerves- cause he honestly loves seeing you, it brightens his morning, but Tama being Tama his anxiety kicks in 

And he just keeps thinking he’ll something embarrassing like stutter, your go mute, or start shaking, or god forbid he accidentally confuses by accident-

He will watch you with ihs eyes the whole time, instantly very nervous and worried for you-

Hes hoping that maybe its nothing, that maybe your just tired or feeling a little under the weather

But the moment he sees you put your head down he knows something is up- you look like your going to break down at any moment

Its going to take alot out of Tamaki, but he doesnt want you to be by yourself

But this poor thing has to give himself some time to collect himself- it takes alot out of Amajiki to be any type of bold

But he finally walks over to you, and sit across from your seat, his hands tucked into his lap and his hung low

“I-I-just wanted to see...if you were-feeling okay....”

You can tell this boy everything and anything, he is all ears and wants to help

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d e n k i

Kaminari is such a sweet heart

Like he may seem like a flirt and it kinda sucks at times for him

Because you kinda “friend zone” him every time he makes a flirtatious move,,,,

AND POOR BABY JUST WANTS TO BE WITH YOU

but anywayssss

this boy is like attached to you and wants you around him 24/7

Like Momo doing a study group? Hes gonna invite you

Hes gonna train? Hes gonna run to your dorm room and see if your free

Bakusquad gonna go out on the weekend? Hold up hes gotta ask and see if you can come-

EXTREMELY ATTACHED TO YOU

So of course, Kirishima asked if he wanted to study a littl bit for a test the next day and hes scrambling to go and go ask you in your dorm if you wanted to join

hes so excited, almost like a little puppy, running to your room and opening up the door with a huge grin

“Hey y/n, you wanna come and- oh shoot, are you okay?”

Your curled up on your bed, your face in your hands, and then you peak through your hands and oh no you look like youve been crying-

He instantly walks over, his knees sinking into your mattress and putting a reassuring hand on your back

If you start breaking down, he WILL hug you

DOES NOT CARE

Also gonna be a sweetheart, calling you little nicknames that he gives you all the time

“Ahh cmon baby girl, dont cry...youre gonna be okay, sunshine, just wait, I promise-”

Hes gonna ditch everything until he knows for sure youll be okay- he’ll run and get his laptop and some food so you guys can just have fun and help you forget 

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k i r i s h i m a

THIS ^^^^ BABY ^^^^ RIGHT ^^^^ HERE

Is gonna take care of you!

Hes naturally very caring by heart, but when he sees his crush having a rough day!

Is gonna drop everything and anything for you

Like Kaminari, hes practically attached to the hip to you

(just like a tiny bit more subtle)

But Bakusquad DEIFNITELLLYYYYY knows about his little crush, and constantly teases but also hypes him up to get him to just ask you out

When he notices you looking a little blue, hes deinfitely going to be worries

No matter who he’s with or if hes by himself, he’s gonna leave and come straight to you to see whats wrong 

(*cue Bakusquad staring at him and trying to see whats going on from behind a bush)

Hes gonna be kinda nervous, you are his s/o after all- but he’s gonna push it away 

“Hey, are you feeling alright..you seemed really sad, wanna talk about it?”

hes going to sit himself right next to you and comfort you the best way he thinks he can

If you want to tell him whats going on, he is ready to listen and support you

If you just wanna sit in silence, he’ll sit with you and try to make small talk to get your mind off of it

He’ll probably tell a sorta embarrassing story of himself to make you laugh

And omg if you do UGH he’ll feel so happy and fulfilled cause yay he made you feel better!

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s h i n s o u

Shinso is pretty chill

So when he sees you looking really upset, he’s going to be worried but it wont show too much on the outside

He just extremely calm, which is probably a good thing if your emotions are heightened

Also, he knows you like the back of his hand

You literally cannot lie to him and say “your okay”

He will call you outtttttt

‘You look about ready to cry..so tell me, whats been on your mind? You know you can trust me right?”

Hes really good at being comforting

Like he wont SMOTHER you

But he’ll hold your hand while you spew out whats on your mind

Or rub your back if your bawling

You dont even have to tell him anything- he’ll of course try to pry it out a little cause he doesnt want those thoughts eating up at you

But he respects if you want to keep it to yourself

He will make sure to take care of you, bringing you water, blankets, snacks- whatever you need

And for the rest of the day, he’s going to make sure your right next to him

No exceptions

It is his personal duty to make you feel at least a little  better- no matter what

This will include sleeping in his dorm room jnfiifuwiufiwuefuiweif-

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[gryffvndors]

uncommon alliances: part three

summary: you take advantage of the fact that pansy literally doesn’t care about house security, and decide to sleep in the slytherin common room with daphne and draco. also, the hogsmeade four has a lengthy discussion about dicks.

word count: ~3900

a/n: hi guys im back from the dead w another part of this series that has, essentially, no plot bc don’t we all love pwp! (; potter without plot!! what did u think i meant??? anyway there’s a discussion about dicks in here so if u dont wanna read that, it’s near the end, just ctrl+f “upside-down” and u’ll skip it, it’s just for a laughhhh

part zero  part one  part two

“It is far too early for this,” you mumble, eyelids fluttering. The option of settling back into the black leather sofa you’re sinking into and shutting your eyes to drift off is far too appealing - next to you, Daphne pokes you in the ribs, snorting when you let out a hysterical giggle. She pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her forehead on them, body shaking with laughter. Your eyes are too heavy, world too incoherent to join in and make fun of yourself, so instead, you just sigh and lean forward to grab your mug of tea.

“Stop laughing at me, Daph, ‘m tired ‘nd I didn’t mean to,” you whine softly, hands wrapped around the mug. You bring it up to your lips and sip at it. The hot liquid - scalding liquid, Merlin’s fucking pants, that is burning your tongue right off- “Fuck, tha’ ih ho’-!”

Daphne raises her head and takes in the image of you coughing and letting the tea dribble back into the mug, then bursts into even louder, more violent laughter. “Y-you look s-so-” she chokes out in between gulps of air a minute later, “that is g-gross, oh my goodness-”

Scowling at the tea, you set the mug back on the table and huff. “Well, I’m awake now,” you mutter, scowling. Your friend wraps her delicate arms around your body and squeezes, her blonde ponytail hanging in your face. You relax, hugging Daphne back. When she pulls away, her pretty face is split in half by a huge grin; Daphne rests her head on your shoulder and stretches her legs out so her socked feet are crossed at the ankles on the table, right next to your tea. Behind you, you hear the distant sound of feet thumping on stairs. A familiar scoff greets you in lieu of a hello, and you have to fight not to break out in a smile. It’s crazy how you know who it is just by the sound of his annoyed exhales, but you decide not to think about it, or else, in your half-asleep state, you might become too sappy and scare him away. You’ve never seen sleepy Draco - that would be too vulnerable of him, and Draco doesn’t do vulnerable - but you can imagine that he wouldn’t be sappy or clingy. You, on the contrary, are very huggy when you’re sleepy, hence the fact that you and Daphne are practically cuddling in the Slytherin common room.

Draco shuffles around to stand in front of you, arms crossed and lips puckered in a confused sort of pout. “What… are you doing here,” he asks. “This is the Slytherin common room. Stop cuddling with Daphne and go back to the trash you call living quarters.”

The corners of your mouth spread into a slow, lazy smirk. “Oh, but Draco-” you pat the seat next to you, the one connected to the arm of the couch. “Come cuddle with us. It’s so cold in here, and we’re so lonely. We’re all alone.”

Daphne nods in agreement. She pats the back of your hand and murmurs, “Come on, Draco, we’re lonely.”

“You have each other. You aren’t lonely,” Draco says, but inches forward a little. He glances at the seat, then to you and Daphne, then back to the seat again.

“Why did you even come down here if you didn’t want to cuddle with us?”

He rolls his eyes and retorts, “I was going back to my dorm from the bathroom and I thought I heard your annoying laugh. The one you do when somebody pokes you in your side. I wanted to see if you were actually here so I could tell you to go away. Why are you here, anyway?”

Your smirks grows wider as you say, “Come join us and I’ll fill you in.”

After a staring contest between you two (which is filled with Daphne’s quiet giggles), Draco huffs out a, “…Fine. But only because I’m curious, and not because I want to cuddle with you.”

“Mmm. Sure. Come on…” You untangle one arm from Daphne and hold it out to him. Draco tentatively takes a seat, sighing when you snuggle into his side without restraint. He begrudgingly wraps an arm around you. Daphne doesn’t unattach herself, so it soon becomes a train of cuddling. The prospect makes you giggle into Draco’s chest. He tucks his legs underneath him and glances down at you, blushing and looking away when he sees you already staring at him.

“So,” he clears his throat, gaze trained on the floor, “why is a Gryffindor like you in the Slytherin common room at… five in the morning on a Saturday?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you slur. You slide down so your head is resting in his lap. Draco stiffens and, for a second, you think he’s going to push you off. Instead, he runs his fingers through your hair. Surprised (and a bit overjoyed), you shut your eyes and relish in the feeling of the boy you like playing with your hair, joined by the presence of one of your best friends. For a few minutes, the three of you engage in tired, slurred conversation that has much to do with nothing. Daphne murmurs something about wanting a necklace from a jewelry store at Hogsmeade. At the mention of the town, you announce that you’ve been searching for a book on Quidditch Beaters that they don’t have stocked in the library, and you hope it’s at one of the bookstores there. Draco mutters his wish for firewhiskey. You only get to hear half of his sentence, because by the end of it, your mind has drifted off to a warm, comfortable sleep.

“Malfoy, Greengrass - why is Weasley here?”

You open one eye. Before you stands one of the Slytherin Prefects, Zoey Cross, a seventh year, with one eyebrow raised and an unimpressed expression on her face. You remember a couple years ago, when the older twins went to school, Fred dated her for a couple months. They were pretty serious, too. Something happened between her and another guy and they broke it off, but after, you’d noticed them pining from afar. When you told Fred, he said he didn’t want to talk about it.

“She couldn’t sleep,” Draco responds softly. “Don’t wake her up, she hasn’t been sleeping well.”

You quickly shut your eye so Zoey doesn’t see you. From the tinge of amusement in her voice when she replies, she’s already noticed your consciousness. “Right…” Zoey muses. “Well, there’s no use in kicking her out if she just comes back inside. Her Weasley genes make her prone to that sort of behavior. Stop telling her the password.”

You snort, chomping on your lip to restrain the smirk that threatens to spill past your lips. “But you told Fred the password,” you crumble and finally mumble, snickering. “And you knew the Gryffindor password.” You open both of your eyes, then, automatically meeting Zoey’s cinnamon brown eyes. She narrows them, sending you A Look. You respond by sending you one of her own. “Checkmate, Cross.”

“Fred and I were in a committed, monogamous, public relationship,” Zoey purses her lips. “And you? Who are you currently in a committed, monogamous, public relationship with in Slytherin? Certainly not Greengrass, what with her relationship with Hemmings-”

“I am not dating Kit Hemmings, Cross-”

“Daphne,” groans Draco. “Hemmings, of all the people? He’s such as ass-”

“Oh, rich, coming from you, Daddy’s Boy-”

“Can it, sister, I caught you two snogging in the boys’ dormitory the other night. And shut up, Malfoy, you’re the biggest prick of the entire Slytherin house. And don’t pull that He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named bullshit, you know I’m talking about modern years. Anyway, we’re waiting, Weasley.”

Your leer melts into a frown. You sit up; Daphne scoots aside so you can fit in between her and a tense, pouting Draco. From Zoey’s triumphant power stance, she knows she hit a nerve. ‘Stupid Slytherins,’ you think, huffing. It’s like they can read minds, or something. It’s like they can sniff your insecurities and manipulate them.

Before you can spit out a, “Nobody,” through clenched teeth, Draco takes a deep breath and mumbles, “Me.”

You, Daphne, and Zoey, in unison, say, “What.” and gape at him.

Daphne recovers first, snapping her fingers and pointing at the Prefect. “See! She has permission from her boyfriend!” The word makes you and Draco flinch. Daphne rages on excitedly. “So she can be in here! Because you let her brother in here when you dated him! I remember, you know, you two would always snog in that armchair over there and I’d have to stop Astoria from staring. She stares a lot-”

“Okay, okay,” Zoey holds her hands up in surrender. “I’ll back off. But, since Ethan’ll hound me if I don’t, I’m taking one point from Gryffindor every time I catch you in here after today.”

You snap out of your shock enough to nod and force out a, “Gryffindor loses so many points a week, it’ll hardly matter.”

She laughs, “I guess you’re right… I’ll leave you to it, then. Oh, and Weasley-” you raise an eyebrow. “If you’re wanting breakfast, I’d suggest you go down there now, before your brother eats all of it. Last I saw, he was on his third plate.”

Rolling your eyes and mumbling something under your breath, you slide off the couch. Draco snorts, getting up and helping Daphne to her feet. “She’s not much better,” he mumbles, making you turn around and slap his arm. “Don’t slap me, you imbecile, you know it’s true!”

“Doesn’t mean you have to say it, Draco!”

Zoey glances between you two and rolls her eyes. “I’m going upstairs. Weasley, remember what I said.”

As she ascends up the stairs, you call, “You should owl Fred sometime. He misses you.”

“I’ll… take that into consideration.” She turns and flashes you a small smile. “…Thanks.”

The three of you watch her vanish into the girls’ dormitory. As soon as she’s gone, you point an accusing finger to your friend. “You didn’t tell me about Hemmings!”

Daphne groans and covers her face with her hands. She shakes her head, blonde hair whipping around to hit Draco in the face. You try to suppress a laugh; instead, it comes out as a rather strangled noise deep in your throat like you’re being throttled. “I’ll tell you later with the rest of the girls, okay? At Hogsmeade. I promise!” She leans forward to grab your crossed arms, dark green eyes boring intensely into yours. Sighing, you shrug. “Thank you for not being upset with me! I wanted to say something to everyone at once! Okay, well, I’m going to leave you two alone and go down to the Great Hall.” As she skips to the exit, she spins and does a weird backwards skip/jog thing that nearly makes her trip. After she recovers, she points at you with both hands. “Noon! Bye, Draco!”

Daphne leaves the common room in her pajamas, which you let her go in just because you’re too lazy to say anything about it. And then there were two. You stand about a foot away from him, too aware of the awkward silence between you two. The tension is so thick, you could cut it with a knife. You purse your lips and raise your gaze to meet Draco’s.

“So…” you begin, shifting weight between your feet. You should just go on and say it. Neither of you are getting any younger here, and you’re not one for unnecessary tension; quite on the contrary, you prefer to just get everything out in the open. “Boyfriend?”

He takes a sudden interest in the fireplace. Clearing his throat, Draco shoves his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants and shrugs. “Is that okay?”

“Uh - yeah! Yeah, it’s fine with me. Just a little… surprising, is all. Um, public? We’re public now?”

“Well, Daphne seemed to already know about it. If she knows, then Pansy and Millicent do, as well. It was just a matter of time,” Draco pauses. “How do you think Weasel will react?” If you didn’t think the idea so insane, you’d reckon Draco actually looks nervous. Or something of the sort.

“Badly,” you admit, shrugging. “But I don’t care. It isn’t his relationship, it’s mine. He has no business in my relationships. He tried it with Ginny and Dean earlier in the year - we both put an end to that.” Smirking, you remember the Dean Era. You can’t recall whether or not Michael was before or after - Harry’s definitely here to stay for a while, which is something you couldn’t be happier about.

Draco is saying something when you snap out of your thoughts. You see him stroll to the staircase to the boys’ dormitory - you call after him, throwing your hands in the air. “Where are you going?” Draco raises a brow. “I’m getting dressed. Were you not listening to me while I was speaking?”

“Uh, no.”

He rolls his eyes, then turns back to the stairs. “That is your loss, not mine. You should get changed, too. I’ll see you later in Hogsmeade, okay?”

You mumble, “Yeah, fine, whatever,” and head for the common room entrance. On your way, you pass Crabbe and Goyle - instead of sending them a huge grin, like you do Blaise and Theo, you merely nod to them. You’re not quite there with them yet.

“Where have you been?” Questions Ron immediately as you step through the Fat Lady’s portrait. He rises from the armchair that faces the Gryffindor common room exit; you pass him, nudging his shoulder with your hand on your way to the girls’ dormitory. “You’re wearing the same clothes you were yesterday! Is my little sister doing the Walk of Shame?!”

“Twins,” you remind him with a smile. “We’re twins. One minute doesn’t count. And I just crashed with a few friends, nothing to worry about. I’m fine. I didn’t sleep with anyone, not that it is any of your business even if I did.”

“What? You don’t have any friends. You have - you have us! Me, ‘Mione, Harry, and Ginny!” A moments hesitation, then, “Were you with Luna?”

“Ron! I said it’s none of your business. I’m fine. Don’t go all overprotective of me. Trust me, I can hold my own. I’m going to get changed for Hogsmeade, maybe see if Ginny has any snacks. I’ll see you later-”

“Ah, right, wait-” Ron grabs something off the table next to the armchair and jogs over to the bottom of the case; he eyes it warily. You snort, planting your hands on your hips and descending the necessary amount of steps to become eye-to-eye with him. “I noticed you weren’t at breakfast, thought you were ill. I brought you some food. It’s probably a little cold, but I don’t trust myself to do a Warming spell and not torch the thing.” Ron offers you the thing. It’s a plate of assorted breakfast food. You take it gingerly, a flood of familial affection washing through your body. It’s such a sweet, thoughtful gesture, you feel bad about being so adamant with him about your whereabouts. Of course, if you were him, you’d be worried, too.

You pull your brother in for a one-armed hug. He accepts it for a second and pulls away the next, ears red. “Thank you, Ron!” You beam into his blue eyes. You decide to add, “You’re the best twin older-brother-by-one-minute ever!”

“It’s nothing, I just thought you’d be hungry,” he mumbles, shuffling backwards. You let him inch away from the conversation. Instead of forcing him into more sibling bonding, you just go up to your dorms to get ready. Before eating the breakfast, you take out your wand and cast a light Warming spell. Then you proceed to burn your tongue on a forkful of eggs.

“Is his dick big, though?” Pansy sips at her butterbeer, nonchalant about the question she just imposed. “Like, Daph, I know you’re all, ‘size doesn’t matter’, but let’s be honest, ladies - it does. Size does matter.”

Daphne chokes on her treacle tart. When she stops dying, she grabs the nearest thing to her and chucks it across the table. It just so happens to be the bag of owl treats Millie bought for her owl - Daphne just nearly misses, Pansy ducking out of the way just in time. The bag sails over her head and lands behind your table. It bursts open and all the treats scatter amongst the floor. “Oh, shit-” Daphne jumps up, shouting an apology to Madame Rosmerta, who just rolls her eyes, a small smile on her face. “I’ve got it, Madame, really-”

Madame Rosmerta waves her off and takes out her wand. You turn back to the table, snickering as Millie scolds Daphne for wasting her owl treats. Madame Rosmerta hands the newly-mended bag back to Millie, nodding at Daphne’s gushing of ‘thank you, Madame, thank you - I’m so sorry-’. She, along with the entirety of the Three Broomsticks, ignores her shrieking when Millie attempts to hit Daphne over the head with the bag. You and Pansy step in. Pansy wrestles the bag away from an angry Millie while you protect a screeching Daphne.

“Give me back my owl treats, Parkinson-”

Pansy raises a perfect, dark eyebrow. “Uh, Bulstrode, you can get them back when we return to the common room. I won’t have you trying to kill Daph on my watch.” She flips her hair and smiles. “Anyway. What was I talking about?”

“Size does matter,” you offer, much to Daphne’s chagrin.

“Oh, right - yeah, size fucking matters, Daph.”

“No - Pansy, it’s all about personality. It doesn’t matter if he has a large penis, because if he has a large personality, then I am satisfied,” Daphne sits back in her seat, pleased with herself.

You lean over and stage-whisper to Pansy, “I think Hemmings has a small dick.”

“I’d wager he does, too,” Pansy stage-whispers back, maintaining solid eye contact with Daphne.

“No! Stop it, guys, it isn’t your dick, I don’t see why you care-”

“You’re not denying it, Daphne,” Millie cuts in. Her temper has calmed, and she’s back to first-name basis again. Good; having Millie angry is like… having Hermione angry with you. She’s sullen, stubborn, and a pain in the ass to be around. “If you’re not going to entertain us with Hemming’s dick, let’s talk about Draco’s.” Fuck. Nevermind, you want her to be sulky again. “How big is Draco’s dick?”

Pansy leans in, a laugh at the tip of her tongue. “Yeah, tell us. Give us the details.” After a moment, Pansy shakes her head. “Actually, I have to look at him in the eye. Don’t give us the details, but make a broad accusation, y’know?”

Shooting a wink at your blonde friend, you rest your chin on your fist and say, “Well, let me tell you girls, I think size does matter, and I am more than satisfied.” Grinning at Pansy’s shrieking laughs, you take a small sip from your mug and watch her and Millie viciously tease Daphne.

“See? Daph, even Draco has a big dick - and we all thought he was compensating! Sucks that Hemming’s is too small - maybe you should try someone else, like Po-”

Daphne, fuming, slams her fist on the table. Some butterbeer sloshes over the side of your mug, but you barely notice it in your violent giggling fit. “You know what?” She snaps. “I wasn’t going to tell you, because privacy, but I’ll have you know Kit does have a big dick. In fact, Kit has a huge cock. It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen. Nine inches,” she says the last bit proudly.

You, Pansy, and Millie all shout in unison, “Nine?!”

“Nine. Kit’s dick is nine inches long. So, yes, I am very satisfied. I get nine inch cock-”

“That’s very interesting, Daphne, but I’d rather not know the size of Kit Hemming’s dick. Or first-hand accounts of how he uses it. Or, quite honestly, his name gives me a migraine, so I’d prefer to not speak of him, at all, for the rest of my life,” Draco’s voice sounds above you. You crane your neck to look up. He’s smirking in Daphne’s direction. Draco leans down to give you a weird upside-down kiss that’s actually quite cute and endearing, and leaves even Pansy awwing. Pansy never aws. Pansy is a cold, emotionless snake who takes pleasure only in seeing other people’s discomfort. And, sometimes cute things, when she’s in the mood. It’s not often; the mood comes once in a blue moon.

You love Pansy.

Draco drops a book onto the table as he falls into the seat in between you and Pansy. You pick up the book. Scanning the title, your heart rate quickens with each letter until you’ve finished the cover page and your excitement is through the roof. “Draco!” You shriek, setting the book down and tackling him in a hug. “Merlin’s tits-”

“Nice one,” he says, sarcastic.

“-Thank you so much, holy shit! I’ve been looking for this forever! How did you find it?!”

Draco picks up your mug and drinks from it. He leans against the back of the chair and shrugs. “I’m a Malfoy. I can get whatever I want.”

“I thought you were, like, half-asleep when I talked about this?”

“I was listening to you. I don’t tune you out,” he scoffs.

It’s then that you remember that your friends are still here, and staring at you expectantly, waiting to be included. “Oh, right - Daph, you might remember this. It’s the book on Beaters and tips and biographies and tricks of world-famous Beaters that I’ve been looking for for ages.”

Millie wiggles her eyebrows at you and Draco. “And what is he getting in return for your book?”

Draco answers before you can, saying, “Peace and quiet, hopefully. I’m leaning towards not being mindlessly bothered by her every second of the day.”

The three girls change the subject after laughing, leaving you and Draco pretty much alone. You look up at him, smiling. He’s smiling, too; the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned. You can tell he’s trying to hold one back. “You keep getting things for me, and I don’t know what to give you.”

“I don’t need anything,” he says quickly. Draco takes the book from your hands and sets it back on the table. He twists in his chair so his entire body is facing you. You do the same until you’re knee-to-knee. “Honestly. Don’t get me anything. Please. I… have everything materialistic I need.”

“Kiss me?”

Draco goes to glance around, then seems to think better of it. He meets you in the middle and kisses you long and hard, fingers making their way to clutch the front of your shirt. After you pull away, he mumbles, “How do you always get your way? Manipulation?”

“No, that’s you,” you retort, setting the book on your lap and opening it to the first page. Before you start reading, you grin at him and wink. “I use scare tactics to get my way.”

Draco snorts. “Right. That’s it. You’re so scary, I get it now.”

Humming in response, you lace his fingers with yours and begin the book, relishing in the feeling of his thumb sweeping over the back of your hand, light as a feather.

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Masc and Similar to He/Him pronouns | ae/aem. ae/aim. be/bem. be/bim. boy/boy. ce/cem. ce/cim. de/dem. de/dim. ey/em. fe/fem. fe/fim. ha/ham. he/hem. he/him. h1/h1m. h2/h2m. h3/h3m. h4/h4m. h5/h5m. h6/h6m. h7/h7m. h8/h8m. h9/h9m. h!/h!m. h#/h#m. h$/h$m. h%/h%m. h&/h&m. h/hm. h+/h+m. h-/h-m. h=/h=m. h@/h@m. h^/h^m. h_/h_m. h~/h~m. h☆/h☆m. h♡/h♡m. hi/him. ho/hom. hu/hum. hx/hxm. hy/hym. je/jem. je/jim. ke/kem. ke/kim. le/lem. le/lim. male/male. masc/masc. me/min. mr/mr. ne/nem. ne/nim. pe/pen. pe/pin. qe/qem. qe/qim. re/rem. re/rim. se/sem. se/sim. sir/sir. te/tem. te/tim. ve/vem. ve/vim. we/wem. we/win. xe/xem. xe/xim. ye/yem. ye/yim. ze/zem. ze/zim

Fem and Similar to She/Her pronouns | ae/aer. ae/air. be/ber. be/bir. ce/cer. ce/cir. de/der. de/dir. ey/eir. ey/er. fe/fer. fe/fir. fem/fem. female/female. ge/ger. ge/gir. girl/girl. he/her. he/hir. je/jer. je/jir. ke/ker. ke/kir. le/ler. le/lir. madam/madam. me/mer. me/mir. miss/miss. mrs/mrs. ms/ms. ne/ner. ne/nir. pe/per. pe/pir. qe/qer. qe/qir. re/rer. re/rir. se/ser. se/sir. sha/har. she/her. sh☆/h☆r. sh♡/h♡r. sh1/h1r. sh2/h2r. sh3/h3r. sh4/h4r. sh5/h5r. sh6/h6r. sh7/h7r. sh8/h8r. sh9/h9r. sh~/h~r. sh!/h!r. sh@/h@r. sh#/h#r. sh$/h$r. sh%/h%r. sh^/h^r. sh&/h&r. sh*/h*r. sh_/h_r. sh-/h-r. sh+/h+r. sh=/h=r. shi/hir. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. te/ter. te/tir. ve/ver. ve/vir. we/wer. we/wir. xe/xer. xe/xir. ye/yer. ye/yir. ze/zer. ze/zir.

Neutral and Similar to They/Them pronouns | aey/aem. ahey/ahem. at/at. bey/bem. bhey/bhem. bt/bt. cey/cem. chey/chem. ct/ct. dey/dem. dhey/dhem. dt/dt. ehey/ehem. et/et. ey/em. fey/fem. fhey/fhem. ft/ft. gey/gem. ghey/ghem. gt/gt. hey/hem. ht/ht. ib/ib. ic/ic. id/id. if/if. ig/ig. ih/ih. ihey/ihem. ij/ij. ik/ik. il/il. im/im. in/in. ip/ip. iq/iq. ir/ir. is/is. it/it. ~t/~t. !t/!t. @t/@t. #t/#t. $t/$t. %t/%t. ^t/ ^t. &t/&t. t/t. -t/-t. _t/_t. +t/+t. =t/=t. 1t/1t. 2t/2t. 3t/3t. 4t/4t. 5t/5t. 6t/6t. 7t/7t. 8t/8t. 9t/9t. ☆t/☆t. ♡t/♡t. iv/iv. iw/iw. ix/ix. iz/iz. jey/jem. jhey/jhem. jt/jt. key/kem. khey/khem. kid/kid. kt/kt. ley/lem. lhey/lhem. lt/lt. mey/mem. mhey/mhem. mt/mt. mx/mx. neu/neu. neutral/neutral. ney/nem. nhey/nhem. nt/nt. ohey/ohem. ot/ot. person/person. pey/pem. phey/phem. pt/pt. qey/qem. qhey/qhem. qt/qt rey/rem. rhey/rhem. rt/rt. sey/sem. shey/shem. st/st. tey/tem. they/them. th☆y/th☆m. th♡y/th♡m. thxy/thxm. thiy/thim. thy/thym. thay/tham. th1y/th1m. th2y/th2m. th3y/th3m. th4y/th4m. th5y/th5m. th6y/th6m. th7y/th7m. th8y/th8m. th9y/th9m. th~y/th~m. th!y/th!m. th@y/th@m. th#y/th#m. th$y/th$m. th%y/th%m. th^y/th^m. th&y/th&m. thy/thm. th_y/th_m. th-y/th-m. th=y/th=m. th+y/th+m. thon/thon. uhey/uhem. ut/ut. vey/vem. vhey/vhem. vt/vt. wey/wem. whey/whem. wt/wt. xey/xem. xhey/xhem. xt/xt. yey/yem. yhey/yhem. yt/yt. zey/zem. zhey/zhem. zt/zt.

MASC AND SIMILAR TO HE/HIM PRONOUNS ⌇　ae/aem.　ae/aim.　be/bem.　be/bim.　boy/boy.　ce/cem.　ce/cim.　de/dem.　de/dim.　ey/em.　fe/fem.　fe/fim.　ha/ham.　he/hem.　he/him.　h1/h1m.　h2/h2m.　h3/h3m.　h4/h4m.　h5/h5m.　h6/h6m.　h7/h7m.　h8/h8m.　h9/h9m.　h!/h!m.　h#/h#m.　h$/h$m.　h%/h%m.　h&/h&m.　h/hm.　h+/h+m.　h-/h-m.　h=/h=m.　h@/h@m.　h^/h^m.　h_/h_m.　h~/h~m.　h☆/h☆m.　h♡/h♡m.　hi/him.　ho/hom.　hu/hum.　hx/hxm.　hy/hym.　je/jem.　je/jim.　ke/kem.　ke/kim.　le/lem.　le/lim.　male/male.　masc/masc.　me/min.　mr/mr.　ne/nem.　ne/nim.　pe/pen.　pe/pin.　qe/qem.　qe/qim.　re/rem.　re/rim.　se/sem.　se/sim.　sir/sir.　te/tem.　te/tim.　ve/vem.　ve/vim.　we/wem.　we/win.　xe/xem.　xe/xim.　ye/yem.　ye/yim.　ze/zem.　ze/zim.

FEM AND SIMILAR TO SHE/HER PRONOUNS ⌇　ae/aer.　 ae/air.　 be/ber.　 be/bir.　 ce/cer.　 ce/cir.　 de/der.　 de/dir.　 ey/eir.　 ey/er.　 fe/fer.　 fe/fir.　 fem/fem.　 female/female.　 ge/ger.　 ge/gir.　 girl/girl.　 he/her.　 he/hir.　 je/jer.　 je/jir.　 ke/ker.　 ke/kir.　 le/ler.　 le/lir.　 madam/madam.　 me/mer.　 me/mir.　 miss/miss.　 mrs/mrs.　 ms/ms.　 ne/ner.　 ne/nir.　 pe/per.　 pe/pir.　 qe/qer.　 qe/qir.　 re/rer.　 re/rir.　 se/ser.　 se/sir.　 sha/har.　 she/her.　 sh☆/h☆r.　 sh♡/h♡r.　 sh1/h1r.　 sh2/h2r.　 sh3/h3r.　 sh4/h4r.　 sh5/h5r.　 sh6/h6r.　 sh7/h7r.　 sh8/h8r.　 sh9/h9r.　 sh~/h~r.　 sh!/h!r.　 sh@/h@r.　 sh#/h#r.　 sh$/h$r.　 sh%/h%r.　 sh^/h^r.　 sh&/h&r.　 sh*/h*r.　 sh_/h_r. sh-/h-r.　 sh+/h+r.sh=/h=r.　 shi/hir.　 shx/hxr.　 shy/hyr.　 te/ter.　 te/tir.　 ve/ver.　 ve/vir.　 we/wer.　 we/wir.　 xe/xer.　 xe/xir.　 ye/yer.　 ye/yir.　 ze/zer.　 ze/zir.

NEUTRAL AND SIMILAR TO THEY/THEM AND IT/IT PRONOUNS ⌇　aey/aem.　ahey/ahem.　at/at.　bey/bem.　bhey/bhem.　bt/bt.　cey/cem.　chey/chem.　ct/ct.　dey/dem.　dhey/dhem.　dt/dt.　ehey/ehem.　et/et.　ey/em.　fey/fem.　fhey/fhem.　ft/ft.　gey/gem.　ghey/ghem.　gt/gt.　hey/hem.　ht/ht.　ib/ib.　ic/ic.　id/id.　if/if.　ig/ig.　ih/ih.　ihey/ihem.　ij/ij.　ik/ik.　il/il.　im/im.　in/in.　ip/ip.　iq/iq.　ir/ir.　is/is.　it/it.　~t/~t.　!t/!t.　@t/@t.　#t/#t.　$t/$t.　%t/%t.　^t/ ^t.　&t/&t.　t/t.　-t/-t.　_t/_t.　+t/+t.　=t/=t.　1t/1t.　2t/2t.　3t/3t.　4t/4t.　5t/5t.　6t/6t.　7t/7t.　8t/8t.　9t/9t.　☆t/☆t.　♡t/♡t.　iv/iv.　iw/iw.　ix/ix.　iz/iz.　jey/jem.　jhey/jhem.　jt/jt.　key/kem.　khey/khem.　kid/kid.　kt/kt.　ley/lem.　lhey/lhem.　lt/lt.　mey/mem.　mhey/mhem.　mt/mt.　mx/mx.　neu/neu.　neutral/neutral.　ney/nem.　nhey/nhem.　nt/nt.　ohey/ohem.　ot/ot.　person/person.　pey/pem.　phey/phem.　pt/pt.　qey/qem.　qhey/qhem.　qt/qt rey/rem.　rhey/rhem.　rt/rt.　sey/sem.　shey/shem.　st/st.　tey/tem.　they/them.　th☆y/th☆m.　th♡y/th♡m.　thxy/thxm.　thiy/thim.　thy/thym.　thay/tham.　th1y/th1m.　th2y/th2m.　th3y/th3m.　th4y/th4m.　th5y/th5m.　th6y/th6m.　th7y/th7m.　th8y/th8m.　th9y/th9m.　th~y/th~m.　th!y/th!m.　th@y/th@m.　th#y/th#m.　th$y/th$m.　th%y/th%m.　th^y/th^m.　th&y/th&m.　thy/thm.　th_y/th_m.　th-y/th-m.　th=y/th=m.　th+y/th+m.　thon/thon.　uhey/uhem.　ut/ut.　vey/vem.　vhey/vhem.　vt/vt.　wey/wem.　whey/whem.　wt/wt.　xey/xem.　xhey/xhem.　xt/xt.　yey/yem.　yhey/yhem.　yt/yt.　zey/zem.　zhey/zhem.　zt/zt.