#if she’s comfortable she’ll get super handsy and can be loud

[i-am-the-balancing-point]

shoutout to @adelaidedrubman @clicheantagonist and @scungilliwoman for tagging me in this 🥰

I tag @josephslittledeputy @havingsomemorejohnlarks @nonfunctioning-queer and everyone who sees this and would like to do it!

JUNIOR DEPUTY GIGI

NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES: 1 / 2 / 3+

TONE OF VOICE: high / average / deep

ACCENT: yes / no

DEMEANOR: confident / shy / approachable / hostile / other

POSTURE: slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed

HABITS: head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintaiens eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at a distance / handsy

COMPLEXITY

VOCABULARY: ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚪️⚪️

EMOTION: ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️

SENTENCE STRUCTURE: ⚫️⚫️⚪️⚪️⚪️

PROFANITY

FREQUENCY: ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚪️

CREATIVITY (in regards to profanity): ⚫️⚫️⚪️⚪️⚪️

BOLD ALL THAT APPLY - arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

THIS OR THAT - straightforward or cryptic? / finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? / masculinity, neutrality or femininity? / formalities or with abrasiveness? / praise or equivocation? / frankness or lies? / excessive or minimal hand gestures? / name-calling or magnanimity? / friendly or blunt?

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER? - almost always / frequently / rarely / never.

DOES YOUR CHARACTER’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE ‘WHOM’ IN A SENTENCE? yes / no / only ironically

YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE? - but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps.

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? - walk away / ask if that’s everything / say that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here / remain quiet / they don’t.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? - upper / middle / lower.

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS? - accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn’t.

[thotsforvillainrights]

Hi! I’ve been a big fan of all your work, and absolutely love everything you’ve posted. It seriously makes my day 🥰

I was wondering if you could do something along the lines of the first time 😏 with those in the MLA or overhaul? (Sorry if this posted 2x my app was glitchy)

(Thank you for reading my stuff! It’s a huge motivation to keep writing since I know peeps are looking out. I appreciate it so very much😭😭😭 Anyway, if we’re talking the *ahem* first time, then for Kai I’ve written it twice! It’s both here, and here! That would naturally only leave the MLA behind for me to conquer!)

(SIDENOTE: since there are so many members it’s in headcanon form. If you want a specific longer scenario for anyone then I’ll gladly do it!)

~First Time~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

~ReDestro~

-Not exactly super duper shy about it but certainly bashful to an extent. Flustered easily depending on how bold you want to be with him. If you take the lead then he won’t complain one bit. I imagine it happens after a romantic date. You get back to the house and he believes he’s going to be settling down for bed but you suggest otherwise. He probably chokes up a bit upon hearing you drop it on him but he’s able to rasp out a much to eager ‘yes’ from his mouth. I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again: once he get’s very turned on or very flustered then the tips of his ears will turn pinkish red with blush. He moans closed mouthed and huffs a lot here and there. His eyebrows knit and his hands have a white knuckle grip on the sheets below you. His thrusts are slow and steady as well. He clears his throat a lot before he says anything, and is very bad at talking dirty since it’s the first time after all. Expect for the next few weeks to hear him approach you with “Care for some intercourse, dearest?” He get’s better at talking dirty after having learned so much from you. 

~Curious~

-Believe it or not, she starts off a little shy herself before getting comfortable halfway through foreplay. It’s a little heartwarming to witness her being shy for once since you only ever seem to see her at her most upbeat and self assured person. She’s open to taking the lead but it all depends on whether or not you want full control of the situation. I’d say it’s an even match-up right now. The matter likely comes about when the two of you are lounging nightside by her pool together. It’s funny how quickly a heated kiss can escalate toward sexual intent when you let it. Lucky for her that the privacy stone wall is high enough that no one could see the two of you getting handsy with each other. She knew the moment your hand slipped under her bikini top that it was time to take it forward to the next level. The two of you barely give each other space as you make your way to the bedroom. Your hands don’t leave each other until the deed is done. During which she moans...loudly at that. No need to worry considering her large home is well on hiding what noise that can be made on the inside away from the outside world. A small part of her is embarrassed by how loud she was, so be sure to reassure her or else she’ll be oddly quiet the next time you go at it. She also bites a lot during sex so be prepared to leave with a few marks along your body in various places. She’s a gripper as well, grabbing hold of you and not willing to let go until she’s came and rode out her high with you.

~Trumpet~

-Oh he’s been waiting for you to ask him this for a very long time. He’s studied up and feels completely prepared to deliver his best upon the first time. He’s a big softie with you and a total gentleman so you had no idea he’s been lusting for you for such a long time. It probably goes down after a long day of work. His jaw drops when you finally break it to him that you’re ready for it. Hanabata takes his time with you. He saves the fucking for later. The first time is reserved for strictly love making. The amount of time this man spent on foreplay alone was enough to show you he was serious about making this something special and big between the two of you. Finally when the moment runs up, he asks you for your consent once more and waits patiently to hear you say ‘yes’ to him. He takes his time with you. He’s gentle yet firm at the same time, entering you and allowing you however much time you need to adjust to the size of  his cock before proceeding with caution. His moans were low, deep, and smooth as they’d only raised in pitch (followed by a curse or two) when he came close to cumming. I don’t think he lasts very long but what he lacks for in stamina for the first time, he makes up for by asking a second round in the same night. Hell, he’d ask for a 3rd time but he was sure you might need to rest after everything. For someone of his age it would appear he was doing good in that department! I’d say that the longer you explore each other’s bodies, the more creative he gets in bed. He can become bolder and get a little rougher, or maybe more naughty by introducing some food or toys into foreplay? Either way, he’s phenomenal during the first time, and nothing less of amazing every other time after that.

~Skeptic~

-I’d be scared to admit it with the way he acts sometimes. He’s a rough one to fall in love with but you can see past his jagged demeanor that the love is there and it’s nothing short of strong. It was probably rocky navigating whether or not he wanted you in that way. You’d sit and watch while playing the waiting game to see if he’d break character even just once. Finally it happened when you noticed him blushing but hiding behind his curtain of hair and furiously picking up the pace typing on his laptop. What caused it? You coming out of the shower wrapped in a towel in search of your favorite night clothes. I think it happened after you made sure to approach him on a night where he didn’t have anything important to tackle. Finally you’d dropped it on him and watched him sputter out a response. “Wh-what???” Oh he heard you loud and clear. He just wouldn’t make eye contact with you when he agreed to try it. He didn’t make any eye contact the entire time (which might be discouraging depending on the reader), but don’t mistake it for him not feeling pleasured. It was the contrary! His moans were endless it would seem. Don’t even get me started with the whimpering or the growling. He hated the fact you heard him sounding so pathetic. He finally ended up making eye contact with you when he came for the very first time with you. His pupils were blown, eyes watery, and shamelessly he drooled a bit. I do think the very next time you two do it, he is the one that brings it up. It’s no where near romantic by the way. It’s more like him just suddenly stopping whatever he’s doing before looking you dead in the eye and going “Let’s have sex immediately. I’ve got a 20 minute window and there’s no time to waste so let me know right now. Otherwise you’ll be wasting my time.”

~Geten~

-Really has no clue on anything having to do with it. Since I believe he’s around 20-21 years, he’s not even taken the time to navigate this type if thing. He dropped out of school a long time ago so I feel like he missed out on Sex Ed classes. On top of that, I doubt he’s ever even received the ‘talk’ from either his own parents or ReDestro at that. All he likely has is what he may have passed by while scrolling on the internet since I headcanon he spends a lot of time online. It’s just you and him learning together. When you drop it on him he suddenly stares at you with a very soft expression. It’s certainly different considering his usual demeanor around you. He just silently nods, tucking his face into his fur lined hood so as to hide the gentle blush creeping along his rounded cheeks. Your first time together is one of the rare moments when Geten has ever become so soft with you. His touches are focused but clumsy at the same time. There are a few apologies here and there as the two of you learn each others bodies. He’s fairly quiet but it’s because he’s tapped into whatever noise you’re making at the moment. He’s decided to use it as a way to figure whether or not he’s doing things right for you. When you finally finish he ended up taking a big bite into your shoulder and muffling the loudest moan you’ve heard from him all night. Tears do end up slipping from his eyes as well. He let’s go of you and apologizes before grabbing a wet towel and helping clean you up. Then like a light switch he’s back to being his same old self. However, you can tell through the sass and sarcasm that he’s desperate to know whether or not he did a good job. You simply smile and beckon for him to come cuddle with you to which he complains but quickly obliged. Don’t expect him to be a big softie the next time. He’s likely to be bolder with his actions to prepare yourself ahead of time for that.

[scarlettriot]

Mina Ashido Headcanons!

@jewel116 requested some headcanons of our Alien Queen and I am here to deliver!

Some of these also could be considered BakuSquad HCs, hope that's alright.

I also went ahead and included some Adult Mina and 18+ Mina Headcanons too. Both are below the cut and clearly stated. Warnings are posted at each header mark.

If anyone has any other requests, lemme know!

Basic Mina Headcanons

Warnings: It's as fluffy as her dang hair! (Swearing)

. Most definitely has ADHD! In class, she is constantly tapping her foot on bouncing her leg as a means of trying her best to keep focused.

. Has a collection of shirts that she has designated for sleep and loungewear because she's burned acid holes in them by accident. Sometimes she'll wear them to concerts and shows if the design is cool enough.

. Loves piggyback rides! Frequently will run and jump on the backs of the guys in the BakuSquad. Even Katsuki himself puts up with it after a while.

. While Katsuki is the 'mom' of the squad, Mina is the one everyone goes to when they need comfort. Denki will curl up in her lap after a long day, Eijiro frequently goes to her when his insecurities creep back in, Hanta shows up late at night and they talk in her room about nothing just because he doesn't want to be alone, and Katsuki, well, he shows up to her room, slams the door and complains for a solid half-hour after reading a particularly heartbreaking scene in a manga while she listens to every word and validates his feelings.

. Mina worries far more than people believe she does. Her bubbly, loud, personality usually masks it but she knows when people are lying to her about what's going on in their heads.

. Sitting properly in a chair physically bothers her. She'd much rather be hanging upside down off it.

. She lowkey likes that the boys get protective over her.

. Mina is the type of person who gets A LOT of random thoughts that pop up in her head and one of the few people who actually will engage with the sheer randomness of the ideas is Shoto. Not only does he engage, he comes up with his own! The two can talk for hours.

. Loves hosting 'spa parties' in the common area of the dorms, everyone is welcome to join.

. When road trips happen, she's making the playlists (technically, she and Kyoka switch off).

. Tries teaching Tenya, Izuku, and Shoto how to flirt. After a very embarrassing first hour, Shoto didn't learn a single thing, Izuku was only good at it when paired with Shoto and Tenya... Tenya had her SHOOK! Man has game and she made sure everyone knew!

. Has weekly meetings with Yuga where they drink tea and spill the tea.

. She is so damn ticklish. Hanta was teasing her one day, she warned him to stop, he received an elbow to the face for not listening.

. Tried to grow her hair out once but it didn't grow down... it grew OUT. Mina thought she rocked it, and she totally did but ended up having it cut back down so poor Tsyu could see in class.

. Wakes up early three days a week to practice her hand-to-hand combat with Eijiro. Mina wants to improve her technique and Eijiro needed to work on his mobility, it benefits them both.

. Just Dance is her favorite game, she dominates.

. Easily forms new interests.

. Won't admit it but she gets jealous super easily.

. Will be the first to attempt to throw hands for a friend! I HC she was picked on as a child for looking so different but it never really phased her too badly, she likes looking different but understands that not everyone thinks like she does. So, if someone were to say something about Mezo's facemask, she's stepping in to defend the guy without hesitation.

. Knows every TikTok dance EVER. If a new one comes out, she's mastered it by end of the day and her account is always up to date.

. (Popular idea but important to reinforce) Mina and Eijiro co-founded a club, Horn Buddies, specifically to make Eri feel more welcome. They take her on trips and group outings. The only horned person who's not allowed to join is Pony because she was rude as heck to Mezo.

. Mina gets extra competitive over board games.

. She can ice skate and roller skate like a champ.

. Mina is resilient, dedicated, and passionate. She has goals and the girl will achieve them.

Pro Hero - Adult Mina Headcanons

Warnings - Mentions of alcohol use and swearing

. Gets several tattoos and piercings.

. Starts a roller derby club with most of the girls from 1A.

. Loves going out to the hottest dance clubs just as much as she enjoys staying in and munching on take-out food with friends.

. The Horn Buddies club she formed with Eijiro has now expanded into regular society and both young heroes couldn't be more proud. Together they've formed a foundation that strives to help those with non-flashy, unconventional, or misunderstood quirks feel welcomed and loved.

. Does her best to shop small whenever she can. Mina wants to help her community in as many different ways as possible.

. Becomes a fashion icon for many small, just starting out, alternative clothing lines. They love her look and the standard she sets.

. Goes to fashion and runway shows with Momo on the regular. While Momo prefers buying right off the rack, Mina goes to thrift stores and buys items that are coming back into style.

. Does her best to stay in touch with her classmates. She really cherished the friendships she made and goes the extra mile to make sure everyone stays connected.

. Has told off Shoto's father. Sent the man an anonymous bag of flaming dog shit as well for making his son so damn stressed. Sorry, not sorry.

. As long as she isn't in the middle of a fight, Mina will always stop to take a photo with a fan or sign an autograph. In or out of costume, she doesn't care.

. In high school, Mina's room was always decked out for the holidays. She goes decoration crazy and it is always done well. But, now that she's an adult with that pro hero money and her own place, she's the best house on the block decorated for each and every holiday! Inside and out! Also throws holiday-themed parties.

. Got absolutely trashed with the BakuSquad one night and taught them all how to twerk. By the end of the lesson, she deemed Katsuki was the best of her students.

. Loves to drink. Is a lightweight. Katsuki and Eijiro have carried her home more times than they can count.

NSFW 18+ Mina HC Below - Minors DNI

Warnings: Drinking, rough sex, mentions of orgies, handcuffs, impact play, and praise kinks. Subtle sexual relations with BakuSquad, Jiro, Todoroki, and Ochaco.

. The Queen of stripteases and lap dances.

. If any of her friends are at a party or some event and they need a fake date, Mina is their go-to person. She's handsy. She's flirty. And has no problem with platonic make-outs.

. Always encourages kissing-themed games at parties. Seven Minutes in Heaven, Spin the Bottle, those sorts of games. Mina also loves to play cupid and has rigged a game or two to get people together.

. Has made out with every member of the BakuSquad at least once as well as Kyoka, Shoto, and Ochaco simply because she was curious.

. Has attempted to start an orgy with the BakuSquad before when intoxicated. Still mentions it in passing just in case they change their minds.

. Has gone further with Katsuki and Eijiro though. Maybe both at the same time once or twice or several times...

. Wonderfully filthy dirty talk. Can even make Katsuki blush.

. (A personal favorite of mine that was in a previous post) When they were first years, Eijiro asked innocently enough, to touch her horns. He was gentle but that didn't matter. Our poor girl was so damn flustered! Her face turned red bright, she felt hot, and she had to go take a very cold shower!

. Ei felt terrible about it. It took them both maturing for her to explain exactly why she reacted that way... and then asked him to do it again.

. Is likely to send NSFW texts and photos while people are indeed at work. She is a Pro Hero though so only certain people are allowed to have those photos. A scandal is the last thing she wants.

. Very good at communication and is not afraid to speak her mind about what she wants and needs out of a relationship and her sex life.

. Loud, very loud, very needy.

. Fuzzy handcuffs in every color she can think of and adores impact play.

. Let her know she's doing a good job, Mina responds well to praise.

. Big cuddler after sex. Wants to snuggle into you and more than likely take a nap.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

I love your writing.

if it's not too much trouble may i make a request? I'm thinking the Dimitrescu women meeting and/or courting a fellow immortal.

the circumstances of the immortal's powers and possession of immorality are entirely up to you. I just like the idea of them meeting someone they could literally spend forever with...because they deserve it ❤

I wasn't sure if you wanted a story or headcanons? I went with HCs, here, but if you wanted more of a drabble or whatever just lemme know and I'll write something like that.

Also, I got excited and carried away so this has the whole Dimitrescu family, plus shorter ones for both Mother Miranda and Donna. Admittedly Alcina's is also a little on the shorter side? I tried to write everything that came to mind, but I am kinda tired right now, sorry. Might reblog this and add some more later.

(Under read-more for length)

Cassandra:

Tries (and fails) to hide her excitement. Mortality is one of the bigger things that has made her keep her distance to others, at least in the past. Every Maiden she’s ever been the slightest bit smitten with, up until this point, has been incredibly fragile. Seeing as she’s not exactly the softest person, one can easily imagine why that would be a turn off for her. But now that’s no longer a problem!

On the other had… having an immortal partner gives Cassandra pause. Why? Because what if they breakup? Normally, she can just, ahem, “dispose” of any exes (regardless of how much it hurts) so she doesn’t have to see them/deal with them anymore. If that’s not an option, she’ll definitely take longer than usual to do anything about her feelings. She wants to be sure, 100%, before she gets in over her head. Chances are she won’t hold back for as long as she wants though.

Likely to have a loud, messy confession. She’ll have been avoiding you for a few days, always ducking out of whatever rooms you enter, leaving you both hurt and confused. After enlisting the help of her sisters, you’ll be able to corner her outside. She’ll tell you, under no uncertain circumstances, to leave her alone. But you’ll refuse, demanding an explanation.

“I thought we had something. I thought you cared,” you’ll snap, eyes watering. “If that’s changed… if I was wrong, just tell me. I’ll leave and I’ll never come back.” Cue thunder and raining (because tropes) and Cassandra dramatically pulling you into a kiss, holding you so tightly you think you might bruise. Then she’s demanding that you stay, refusing to apologize but making it clear just how much she does care.

Being immortal, you’re not as defenseless as some of Cassandra’s past interests. Naturally, she doesn’t get quite as protective as she normally would. She’ll still have your back no matter what, ready to fight by your side against any foe, and will probably consider doing so a “fun bonding activity”. Oh, some lycans are encroaching on Dimitrescu territory? Time to go destroy them, as a power couple!

Despite having all the time in the world, Cassandra won’t change much of her actual courting behavior, nor the rate at which things advance. She’s still gonna get handsy fairly early on, still gonna “rah!” at you in the hallways, and still going to struggle with her jealousy.

Immortality Compatibility: I can see Cassandra going for another vampire (or vampire adjacent) creature, or someone demonic. She likes her lovers a bit rough, with some nice bite to their personalities. If you’ve got sharp teeth, or claws, or glowing eyes? Oh boy, she’s gonna be making heart eyes at you all the time.

Bela:

If your immortality isn’t immediately obvious, Bela is over the moon with joy when she finds out. Her eyes will go wide for a moment, before she tries to seem calm (so as to not freak you out), but her heart is pounding. This is what she’s been hoping for. As much as Mother Miranda has done for her family, there’s no guarantee that she’d be willing to give more. Even if Miranda granted Bela’s lover her “gift”, there was no telling what the results would be, or if the lover would survive. Now that there’s no need for such a transformation, it’s far easier for Bela to imagine herself in love (and eventually be in love).

Slow-burn romance over a decade or longer, oops. Doesn’t even necessarily mean to take things so slowly, just doesn’t feel a need to rush things, preferring that they develop organically. With both of you having unlimited time, you’re both used to working on a very large timescale. Maidens watching the two of you probably place bets on how long it’ll take you to hold hands for the first time. Everyone knows it’s coming, but no matter how much Cassandra and Daniela complain, Bela refuses to jump into things. By the time the two of you are officially together, you’re probably madly in love with each other.

More protective than Cassandra, if only because she knows just how rare you are. Immortal or not, you likely still have a weakness, and Bela will do everything in her power to make sure no one else knows what it is. If applicable, she will also ensure she has a countermeasure readily available. For example: If you were weak to fire, she’d make sure that the castle keeps extinguishers handy, just in case. Though they should probably already do that. Not that the Dimitrescu family cares much for OSHA compliance.

Somehow grows more in love with you with every passing year, and makes sure that you know this. Whether you’ve been together for one year or one century (because in this house we ignore canon), she’s always performing little acts of love, giving constant reminders of how strongly she feels. Gifts, special dates, book recommendations, etc.

Immortality Compatibility: Bela seems like the type to go for someone with a calming presence, and perhaps somewhat of a contrast to herself. I can picture her with someone somewhat angelic, or druidic, someone very in tune with nature. She’d love to feed deer with you and relax in the forest! Or lay against a tree by your side, listening to you talk about various microorganisms for hours at a time.

Daniela:

Practically tackles you when she finds out/connects the dots. This is just like one of her romance novels, where a lonely (attractive as fuck) immortal spends years in isolation before finally meeting the love of their life, who they get to spend the rest of eternity with. Absolutely ecstatic about the whole situation. Won’t stop kissing you and pulling you close, rambling about how great it’s gonna be to spend your lives together. Honestly? Kind of overwhelming. You might have to remind her a few times that you don’t have to rush into things, considering you have all the time in the world.

Introduces you to people as her “super cool/rad immortal life partner”. Genuinely cannot bring herself to not brag about you. If her sisters haven’t found someone like you yet, you can bet that Daniela will tease them about it all the time (much to their annoyance). If Momma Alcina doesn’t, though? Dani will keep her thoughts to herself, thank you very much (being grounded at her age does not impress the s/o).

Tries not to show it, but she’s actually very nervous. You’re immortal! You’ve probably seen a lot of shit (she certainly has)! Worries about keeping you interested in her, though she would never admit it. This tends to lead to her performing ridiculous acts to showcase her affection, regardless of the cost or, like, whether or not you’d even enjoy whatever she has planned. In order to counter her anxiety, you’ll want to reassure her whenever you can, and give her plenty of “I love you”s.

Strikes a decent balance between Cassandra’s nonchalant attitude and Bela’s protectiveness. Will defend you if you need it, playing up the romantic aspect, but also entirely willing to hide behind you in a scary situation.

Immortality Compatibility: Having probably read Twilight… Dani would date a werewolf, as long as they weren’t the smelly kind. Also interested in a sort of “magical”/elemental type, especially if their powers are influenced by emotions. In other words, if someone flirts with her in front of you, and your response is to subconsciously light your hands/the other person on fire? She thinks that’s hot, pun intended.

Alcina:

“Oh? Interesting,” she’d say, smiling softly (and trying to ignore the heat rushing to her face). Similarly to Cassandra, she’d try to play it off, not wanting to seem too excited. And, well, she’s not as excited as any of her daughters are. After all, she’s had more time than them to “get used” to the idea of outliving any potential romantic interests. So, she’s not exactly desperate for a relationship, even with someone she could spend an eternity with.

That being said, if she is romantically interested in them, she’s very relieved. Outliving a loved one can be incredibly traumatizing (fuck you c*pcom, you know what you did), and knowing that you’re safe (or at least safer than most) brings her no small amount of comfort.

Also, just glad to have another person close to her age around. Her daughters are somewhat stuck as young adults, and I imagine Alcina would want someone who gained immortality a little later in life, such as herself, as opposed to, ya know, reminding her of her children. That probably goes without saying. Hopefully.

More so than her daughters, Alcina would change her level of protectiveness depending on her s/o’s power level. If you’re a shapeshifter who can also turn into a big ass dragon? Then she’s not going to coddle you. If you’re immortal but still vulnerable, then she’s going to do her best to keep you safe, even going so far as to enlist the assistance of her daughters. “If you see a single Maiden growing mistletoe, or bringing some in from the village, let me know immediately,” or something like that, depending on your weakness.

Immortality Compatibility: Definitely would want someone in a situation similar to herself, having once been truly human, only to be “elevated” by something. Bonus points if you’re another disciple of Miranda, double bonus points if Miranda specifically “made” you to be Alcina’s boo/honey/darling/dear.

Bonus! Mother Miranda:

Oh god finally someone who won’t leave her (can’t leave her). No one can take you away from her, and that’s a relief that she’s been craving for over a century. Even if romance isn’t high on her priority list, she welcomes it with open arms, glad to have someone by her side through all of life’s chaos.

Admittedly slow to trust at first, probably just using you as a tool at first. But prove yourself enough, show that your devotion is more than just misdirected self-interest, and she’ll start to warm up to you. Forming a real relationship would likely take a couple decades, similar to with Bela. Once you are together, however, the two of you are inseparable in all matters.

You’d be her #1 follower, most trusted adviser, and the only person allowed to understand 100% of her thoughts and motives. While Miranda wouldn’t allow you to be seen as the same level as her (sorry), you’d still be a legend among the villagers. To them, you’re Mother Miranda’s champion, the epitome of a devoted follower that they all aspire to emulate. Not that they know the two of you are a couple, though.

Immortality Compatibility: No gimmicks, no cheap tricks, she wants (and respects) a fellow scientist, someone who clawed their way through adversity and forged themselves into something indestructible. Double the interest if you did so for a similar cause to her own, as she would appreciate your ability to relate to her suffering.

Bonus! Donna:

Someone to play with! FOREVER! No more losing people she cares about, no more accidentally breaking people, no more people scrambling to leave. Now that she has you, she can finally spend some quality time with another (living?) person. Honestly her dolls (or at least Angie) are just as excited as she is. Regardless of her relations with the other three Lords, Donna much prefers the company of a lover.

For real though she’s shy as hell and you might not even realize who’s pulling the strings until you’ve been in her house for over a year. She’d probably use her powers to trap you inside, at least at first, though they’d be nice hallucinations. You’d have to treat the dolls nicely, especially Angie, before she’d let you interact with her.

Eventually you’d be allowed to leave, and you’d be given a key to return whenever you wanted to. Assuming that you do, in fact, come back, the two of you would have a very, very slow romance, if only because of Donna’s anxiety. Hand holding makes both of your faces turn beet red, seriously.

Immortality Compatibility: *chanting* GHOST GIRLFRIEND GHOST GIRLFRIEND POLTERGEIST PARTNER POLTERGEIST PARTNER WOOHOO! Something with a flexible, only-sometimes-tangible form, who absolutely could have left at any time but didn’t because they wanted to stay.

[babycracker]

HIIII KAT pls can we have w, x, y and z for the fluff alphabet with manner plsssss 🏋🏽‍♀️ thnx LOVE U

BECKY thank you!! ily2 🤍 why you gotta pick manner for the fluff though lol

fluff alphabet

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon. both of them have subtle ways of showing that they care about each other even if they won’t ever, ever say it out loud lol. like tanner will go miles out of his way to make sure she’s comfortable re: her sensory stuff. like when he touches her he’s never super rough with her so as not to hurt her, and he tries as much as he can to make sure that if he ever goes anywhere with her he keeps the atmosphere as, idk the word. like, mild?? as possible. and she always has his back with things that really don’t need to involve her. if he has a personal issue, she’ll do whatever needs to be done to help him work it out, she won’t ever leave him to handle things on his own.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle? ummm idk if affectionate is the right word? tanner’s definitely very handsy though, so if it was up to him definitely, he’d always be all over her. less of an affection thing and more of maybe a comfort thing, though? but morgan’s not down, unless it’s gonna lead to her getting something out of him. so in general, not really no. she gets annoyed with him if he gets too touchy or cuddly at random times.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner? i think it’d actually hit morgan a bit harder than tanner. i think he’d be ok, he’d find ways to keep himself busy and kinda push her out of his mind, he’s good at forcing himself not to consider people lol. i think morgan would get pretty restless though, and a little more moody than usual. she might join adam in training a bit more often just to give herself something to do and a way to work out her frustrations because i don’t think she’d like that she misses him at all.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of? bold of you to assume they’re ever gonna make it to “relationship” status lmao. but if they did, yes. i think both of them would 100% kill/die for each other if it ever came down to it.

[deadbiwrites]

Supergirl and Lena Luthor participating in a marathon. Maybe Supergirl is wearing some SG themed sports paraphernalia that has Lena thirsting. She’s trying to run at humanish speeds and it ends with her carrying Lena on her back over the finish line. Everyone’s murmuring about how chummy and, uh, handsy the two are around each other

(For @hedoesthexindifferentvoices , sorry it took so long, life is weird, so have some cute!)

Okay, so, running has never particularly been Kara's thing.

Like, duh, obviously she's fast, and she's only really slower than Barry Allen by like, a hair, but still. Why run when you can fly? Flying is just… better, objectively. The views, the smoothness, the freedom that can only come from freaking flying…

So yeah, Kara's fast, but she's not really 'a runner'.

Which is why she's still questioning how it is, exactly, that she finds herself out this morning, stretching needlessly in a crowd of thousands as they loosen up before a marathon. "How did Supergirl go from starting the race and presenting medals to running it?"

There's a soft chuckle beside her, and a quiet murmur of, "Charity, love, charity."

"Those dang, cute sick kids," Kara mutters. "They knew I was weak for their sweet little faces and smiles."

Lena elbows her lightly with a grin. "I know, trust me. Training for marathons isn't exactly my favorite sort of exercise."

"And what is your favorite sort of exercise,  Miss Luthor?"

"Behave, Supergirl," Lena chastises lightly. 

Kara raises her eyebrows innocently,  but her wide smile is devilish. "I don't know what you mean, Miss Luthor. Just making conversation."

Lena eyes her, lips pressed together to stop a smile. "I'll remind you that I'm very happily taken."

"Racers ready!"

Kara's mouth snaps closed and she sighs. She's gonna do her best to do this race at a human pace (it'd be hardly fair to medal in an event like this, after all), and she's raising money for the Luthor Children's Hospital. Supergirl has the most sponsors of anyone in the race, which makes sense in that she's a public figure but lacks sense in that there's no way she won't finish the race. Like, honestly, she could lap everyone here 1,000 times before the first person crossed the finish line (which she'd suggested to raise donations, but that idea had been thoroughly, rudely vetoed).

That Lena is the one who agreed to help her pace herself is just a bonus. Lena never takes a Saturday off, so getting to spend extra time with her is also a bonus.

Like, okay, sure, yeah, they live together, but Kara will always take more time with Lena.

"Racers at their mark!"

Kara shifts so her stance better matches Lena's, smiling when Lena's hand 'accidentally' brushes hers.

"Go!"

The pistol fires, and the crowd starts forward.

***

"Well it's another beautiful day for the annual National City Marathon, and we've got some of the best distance runners in the world here with us today. Amy, what do we think of our runners?"

"We have a great turnout this year, and as you know, the full marathon is the final event of the day. We've been enjoying all of the races, and you know I have a soft spot for the little ones and their Bunny Hop 1k. But the marathon is truly the event that shuts the city down. Thousands are out and about today, lining the streets and enjoying the sunshine to watch the racers."

The male host grins. "And I think we know who the most popular racer is this year."

"We absolutely do! National City's favorite superhero, Supergirl! She's running to raise money for the Luthor Children's hospital."

"And sporting what appears to be some super workout gear! A far cry from her more familiar outfit, don't you think?"

"Well, she can't exactly run in the skirt, Matt," Amy laughs. "And although she's still wearing the famous 'S', she's not the only one! Dozens of other runners seem to be channeling their inner Super today as they start the 26.2 mile trek to the finish line…"

***

It's been over an hour, and Kara is starting to get a little restless. 

"Can't I just, like, fly the marathon? It's the same thing."

Lena huffs at her, her pace steady and unrelenting. "No, it's not."

"But it's boring," Kara whines.

Lena looks over at her. "Marathons are supposed to be challenging, Supergirl. That's the point of them."

"The only challenge is not running faster!"

Lena smirks, a few flyaway hairs sticking to her face. "That's still a challenge."

Kara groans. She knows she's being a baby about it, she does, but running like a human is harder than she thought. "Augh."

Seeming to take pity on her, Lena's next steps take her closer into Kara's space. "You know, I've heard a runner's high is a potent aphrodisiac," she says casually. 

Kara trips and almost falls flat on her face before clumsily recovering. "Oh, uh, really? That's… interesting."

Lena hums in agreement. "I thought so too. I've never had the opportunity to test that theory, though." She looks over at Supergirl slyly. "I'm hoping my girlfriend will be up for it when I get done here. You know Kara pretty well, Supergirl, do you think she'll help me out?"

Kara can feel herself blushing. "Oh, I, uh, I'm sure she will be. For sure. I mean, who wouldn't be, with you all, y'know, like that," she says, using her hand to gesture to all of Lena.

"She usually is," Lena agrees. "Though sometimes, she acts a bit like a pouty child and it ruins the chances of me wanting to let her throw me down and do anything she wants. So I'm really hoping she's got a good attitude today."

Kara gulps. "Right. Wouldn't want that." They run for a few moments in tense silence, before Kara ventures, "Anything like what, exactly...?"

Lena grins, knowing she's already won. "Well, nirmally I don't kiss and tell, but there was this thing she mentioned last week…"

***

"Oh my goodness! It looks like Supergirl has human moments after all! Look at the divot she left in the pavement!"

"Amy, I've never seen a superhero trip before today, I don't think."

"I know I certainly haven't! But she seems to have hopped right back up and is back in the race!"

Matt laughs. "It looks like we weren't the only ones who thought it was funny, her friend looks like she might keel over laughing."

Amy laughs with him. "And that friend is none other than L-Corp's CEO, Lena Luthor, a known acquaintance of our favorite hero. Miss Luthor is Supergirl's biggest sponsor for the race, promising over $2 to the Luthor Children's Hospital- which she already finances. Miss Luthor seems dedicated to doing good in National City."

"She absolutely does, and her friendship with our hero has her becoming a bit of a local favorite herself." 

"She's been rather chummy with Supergirl for the race, wouldn't you say?"

"They are friends, Amy. And they're not the only celebrities in this race! One of our favorite on-screen couples is running the race side-by-side to raise money for the Trevor Project, and from what I'm seeing they're making excellent time! Dave Ishael is down on the street. Over to you, Dave!"

***

"I can't believe you fell on your face!" Lena wheezes.

"That was like an hour ago, stop laughing!" 

"I'm trying,  but then I remember you fell on your face and it starts up again."

Kara turns her big, blue puppy-dog eyes on Lena and pairs it with her deadliest pout. "Leeenaaaaa…."

Still giggling, Lena reaches out, giving Kara's arm a squeeze. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry."

Kara huffs, bumps her shoulder against Lena's, and grins when Lena laughs again. "What mile are we on?"

Lena's gaze darts around for a moment before she announces, "Eighteen."

Kara fights the urge to groan again. She manages, but only just. 

"I know you're bored, love. But when we get home, you're getting so kissed for being a good sport."

Kara lets out a loud bark of laughter. "Miss Luthor, what would your girlfriend think?"

"Of me kissing Supergirl senseless? I have a feeling she'd be into it."

***

"Alright, most of the racers are now at Mile 22, and everyone still seems to be having a blast."

"There have been a few incidents of heat exhaustion and dehydration,  but I'm told those rates are 30% lower than they were just last year, so excellent job, racers! Stay hydrated, stay in the race!"

"And passing Mile Marker 23 are Lena Luthor and Supergirl, who appear to be… racing?"

Amy laughs. "I'm pretty sure we know who's going to win, Matt."

"You would think so, but she seems to be overtaking the Girl of Steel!"

***

"Okay, y'know what? Guilting me into letting you win is not the same as actually winning!" Kara protests as Lena jogs circles around her and shimmies in victory.

"Prove it!"

Kara huffs out a laugh. "You're ridiculous."

"You like it."

"Only a lot," Kara grins, rolling her eyes. Silly Lena is her favorite.

"Good, because- shit!"

Kara whips around in alarm, only just managing to catch her before she drops to the ground, clutching her ankle. "What happened?!"

"I tripped," Lena hisses, clutching her ankle with her face screwed up in pain. "I heard it pop."

Kara's eyes x-ray her ankle quickly, and she breathes a sigh of relief when nothing appears to be broken. "No broken bones."

"Can you set me down?" Kara sets her gingerly onto her feet, but as soon as Lena puts her weight on the ankle in question,  she fairly leaps back into Kara's arms. "Ow ow ow ow, shit fuck, ow."

Kara cradles Lena carefully, adjusting her so she's resting more comfortably against her chest. "Well that's not a good sign."

"I think it's sprained," Lena grits out. "Your x-ray vision wouldn't see it unless you were looking. Shit, damn, and fuck, I really wanted to finish the race..."

"All three, huh?" Kara jokes, receiving only a glare for her troubles. "Okay, let's go, gimpy."

"Go where?"

"We're gonna finish the race!" Kara chirps cheerfully, the 'duh' left unsaid but heavily implied.

"I can't walk, let alone run another three miles."

"Right, which is why I'm gonna carry you." She sets Lena carefully only her good foot, turns her back to her, and squats down. "Hop on!"

"I'm not riding on you." When Kara grins mischievously and opens her mouth to retort, Lena points at her sternly. "Don't. I know what you're about to say, and don't."

"Lena, c'mon. It'll be faster, and you'll still get to finish the race. Heck, it's not like you're too heavy for me."

Lena huffs in annoyance. "You aren't going to take no for an answer, are you?"

"I am not," Kara confirms. "C'mon, hop!"

"Fine. But I warn you that I'm all sweaty. Not all of us are blessed with never sweating." 

She hops onto Kara's back, scrabbling for a second before Kara scoops up behind her knees, securing her legs around her waist. "You know I like it when you're sweaty. Rrip zhindif ehvahn vrrahdh bem."

Lena hums, looping her arms around Kara's neck so her hands hang down in front, barely brushing across Kara's chest (maybe a bit more than absolutely necessary). "One day," she whispers, lips brushing the shell of Kara's ear, "you're going to tell me what that means."

"Will I?"

"You will."

Kara starts off at an easy trot, doing her level best to keep from jostling Lena too much. "Miss Luthor, I don't know if you know this, but I'm the Girl of Steel. I'm pretty tough."

"I have ways of making you talk," Lena husks, voice dropping an octave as she stealthily nips Kara's ear, following it with a lick of her tongue. 

Kara is proud of herself. She doesn't even drop Lena a little.

***

"It appears that Miss Luthor has been injured and is now being carried to the finish by Supergirl. What a good friend! Not everyone would do that."

"You might even say she's a super good friend," Amy snickers.

"That was terrible, Amy."

"You're just jealous I thought of the joke first. And our last runners are now past the 10 Mile Mark. And among them is a very inspiring young man who is running the race with his younger sister on his back. Tina has their story…"

***

They cross the finish line, grinning- though Supergirl's face is redder than usual and Lena Luthor is noticeably smug. Kara hustles Lena over to the medic station despite her many protests, stating that she's going to go fly a lap around the city to make sure all is well. She's gone in a flash, and moments later Kara Danvers appears looking a bit harried. "You're hurt!"

Lena tips her head up and pulls her into a kiss. "It's just a mild sprain, I'll be fine in a couple weeks."

"You know what that means, right?"

Lena's brow furrows. "I can't say that I do."

"You can't wear heels. You just have to be little. For weeks." Kara's grin is wide. 

Lena frowns. "I don't recall that being one of the restrictions-"

"It is," the medic wrapping her foot informs her wryly. "You have to wear a boot for a few weeks, so no heels higher than an inch."

Lena's frown deepens at this. "That really puts a damper on my wardrobe…"

Kara rolls her eyes fondly. "Can I take her home?"

"Absolutely. Supergirl already did an x-ray, so just go see your doctor on Monday if you need any pain medication. Ice, rest, and elevation are your new best friends for the next several days, alright?"

Lena huffs, and Kara smiles at the medic. "Thank you. I'll make sure she behaves."

The medic's lips quirk up at the corner. "I'm sure. Oh, and Miss Luthor, before you go, I have something unprofessional to ask of you."

Lena eyes the man warily. "Alright…?"

He digs into his pants pocket, and Kara tenses imperceptibly until her produces a pen and paper, holding them out to Lena with a hopeful expression. "My niece thinks you're the coolest person ever, and it would make me the coolest uncle ever if I could get your autograph for her?"

Lena blinks. "You want my autograph?"

"Well, I mean if you don't mind. You'd be doing me a solid, though. I love that little nerd, and this would make her whole week. She wants to be an engineer when she grows up. You're kinda her hero."

Lena ducks her head, smiling shyly, and accepts the pad and paper. "What's her name?"

"Maddie. She's 13."

Lena scrawls her name and a short message neatly onto the paper before handing it back. "Tell your niece I said hello."

"Will do, Miss Luthor. You both have a great night!"

"You too!" Kara says with a grin, helping Lena as she balances on her newly-acquired crutches. 

They start off to where Frank is waiting with the car.

"This was a fun day," Kara decides, head tipped up to the sky as the meander through the dwindling crowd.

"Speak for yourself," Lena mutters, swinging her crutch at Kara's leg half-heartedly. "I have to limp around for weeks."

"That's what you get for smug happy-dancing."

Lena turns to Kara with her biggest sad eyes. "My leg hurts."

And, on cue, Kara melts immediately. "I know, sweetheart. Want me to carry you?"

Lena nods, still pouting adorably,  and Kara scoops her up easily into a bridal carry, noting that Lena suddenly seems much less sad. "You just wanted to be carried."

Lena ducks forward, pressing a kiss to the underside of her jaw. "I only ever want to be carried home by you."

Kara pretends to ponder this before meeting Lena's lips with her own in a chaste kiss. "I think I can live with that."

"Good." Suddenly, a thought enters Kara's brain, and the smile on her face is enough to rouse Lena's suspicion. "What?"

"Are your legs tired?"

Lena's brow furrows. "I mean, yes, why?"

"Because baby, you've been running through my mind all day."

Lena arches a brow, fighting a grin and mostly succeeding. "And just for that bad joke, now you're not getting laid."

"Let's face it, bad jokes are the only reason I do get laid."

"You're an idiot."

"But I'm your idiot, right?"

Lena sighs, setting free the adoring, exasperated loving smile she's been holding back. "Always."

[onegayastronaut]

NSFW Alphabet List (Lizzie Saltzman)

Requested by anons: Hello, i love your NSFW of Hope. Can you also do one for Josie, Penelope and Lizzie? Thank you!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Even though she may not look like it, Lizzie is actually the most caring girlfriend ever. She is very detail oriented, and this translates over to taking care of you. Lizzie will not be able to stop herself from touching your face all the time and making sure you’re okay. Being able to feel you beside her is the best thing because Lizzie just loves you so much, and she’s so grateful that you’re always so patient with her.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Lizzie has always believed that every part of her is perfect, and she makes sure that everyone knows that as well. However, once she started dating you, she’s really grown to like her hands. This is mainly because she really likes touching you whenever she can, and she loves it when you’re holding hands and your thumb traces circles on her hand.

Lizzie loves staring at your lips. Whenever you’re talking, she’ll unashamedly stare at your mouth and wait until you’re done to kiss you. There are definitely times when she has interrupted you because she just can’t wait to feel your lips on hers. There’s also the fact that your mouth has made her feel good when you two are alone together, and Lizzie can’t help but blush whenever she thinks about you in that way.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Lizzie came so fast the first time you slept together that she couldn’t help but blush every time she looks at you. It took her a long while to relax around you, and she’s so glad that she did. She loves how you took the time to learn how to take care of her and make her feel good. She is very enthusiastic about learning how to make you feel good too, and will ask you what makes you happy so that she will be able to make you feel as good as you make her feel.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Lizzie might love being in control in all public aspects of her life, but she loves it whenever you take control in the bedroom. There is just something about you throwing her on the bed and having her for yourself for the rest of the day (or night). Even though she loves it whenever you get on top, she loves making you feel good even more. She’ll make sure to plan events such that there will be times when she won’t be missed so that the two of you can sneak out and do things together.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Lizzie doesn’t have too much experience when it comes to sex, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t thought about all the things she wants to do when she finally finds someone who’s good enough for her to sleep with. You were fairly surprised at how wild Lizzie was willing to get, and she loves how she can make you blush. Ever since she started sleeping with you, she knew that you were the one for her and that she didn’t want to be with anyone else. Lizzie did a lot of research before sleeping with you, but she’s quickly learned to relax whenever she’s with you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Lizzie loves it whenever you’re on top of her, kissing her neck while putting your fingers inside of her. It seems like you know exactly how to drive her crazy and she loves how loud you make her moan whenever you push her against the wall. Everyone knew that you two were hooking up even though you both tried to hide it, and Josie can feel her ears burn whenever she walks past the room that she shares with her sister. It’s no secret that Lizzie just can’t get enough of you (and your body...but mostly you).

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

When you first started developing feelings for Lizzie and wanted to sleep with her, she was one of the most nervous people you’ve ever slept with. She was so afraid of messing up and not making you happy that you could tell her hands were shaking. It took you slowing down to make sure that she was okay for her to calm down and enjoy herself. Now that she’s more comfortable around you, she loves it when you make her laugh with your jokes.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Lizzie has always liked to keep everything neat down there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

When she first realized she had started to develop feelings for you, Lizzie was so scared to mess things up. She knew you would be someone very special to her, and for the longest time she used snarkiness and sarcasm as a self-defense mechanism. However, you were able to see past that and somehow you wormed your way past all of her defenses, and before long she realized that you held the key to her heart. Once she found the courage to ask you out on a date, she would always go the extra mile to make you feel special and loved. There is nothing that Lizzie wouldn’t do to make you feel like you were the most important person in her life.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Lizzie has always been able to take matters into her own hands, so to speak, but something always felt missing. She knew that she would most likely be less snarky if she slept with someone, but no one at school was hot enough. Ever since you came into her life as a new student at the Salvatore School, everything changed and she just couldn’t get off anymore by just touching herself. It wasn’t until she accidentally imagined having your fingers inside of her that she realized all she wanted was to have sex with you. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

To Lizzie, there is nothing quite like having you tie her up and making her moan all night long. You are one of the few people that she trusts with absolutely everything, and she knows that you’ll never try to take advantage of her. Whenever you get on top of her, she knows she’s in for a good time. The moans that come out of her mouth whenever you tie her up is enough to make anyone blush, but you’re usually too far gone to care if anyone is listening. Students have learned to avoid certain hallways when they see Lizzie drag you out of class. 

Siphoning magic from you has always given Lizzie a rush, and she loves doing it when you have sex with her. She likes to feel as powerful as you, and she will not hesitate to us her powers to “enhance” your experience, so to speak. There have been more than one occasion when Lizzie has been jealous because a new student wouldn’t stop flirting with you, and every werewolf and vampire has to learn how to shut off their ears for a solid week after each incident.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

After a few months of dating, you’ve come to realize that horniness can strike Lizzie no matter where you are. You’re pretty sure Dr. Saltzman will never allow you to borrow his minivan on “school-related trips” ever again if he found out exactly what you and his daughter have been doing in the backseat on the way back from school. Your girlfriend is willing to have sex pretty much everywhere, and you’re certainly not complaining. The only reason why you two haven’t been caught yet is the fact that you have super-hearing and you’ll whisk her away before anyone can have a good look. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

There is nothing that can hide how horny you make Lizzie, and she blushes every time you catch her staring at you. Everything from the dress you’re wearing to the school dance to how you concentrate on the work that you’re doing, Lizzie cannot stop thinking about how hot you are. There are times when she can’t resist herself and she will drag you off and pull your pants off because she just can’t help herself from being handsy with you. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There’s not much that Lizzie won’t do, but something that’s definitely a no-no is sharing you with anyone else. She has done her research when it comes to trying new things, and when she came across threesomes she immediately knew it was something that she didn’t want to do. Lizzie has always been possessive of you because she never wants to even think about 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Lizzie is nothing if not enthusiastic when it comes to eating you out and making you feel good. She will make sure to ask you what you like and will try to go down on you accordingly. When you first started dating you caught her trying to do research when it comes to making girls feel good, but you told her that it’s best if things went along naturally instead of forcing things. After a few times of sleeping with one another, she will know exactly how to make you moan and feel good. It also helps that Lizzie loves the way you taste, and she will do her best to spend as much time as possible between your legs.

You make Lizzie feel so good whenever you go down on her that she will have to hold herself back from coming too quickly. Most of the time she isn’t able to hold herself back and you are able to make her come several times in a row. She loves how you spend your time with her to make sure she feels good, and the moans that she lets out is proof enough of how good you make her feel.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Lizzie loves it when you’re fast and rough with her, especially when she’s also horny for you. There are days when she’s jealous or horny, and she will drag you off to somewhere more private so she can have you however she wants. There is just something about being rough with you that gets Lizzie going unlike anything else. However, she also loves it when you’re slow and gentle with her because she also wants to take her time with you. There’s just something about having you on top of her and touching her everywhere that makes Lizzie just wild.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Lizzie is the queen of quickies at the Salvatore School, and she made that crystal clear when you two started hooking up. Everything from hooking up in hallways after hours to doing things in the kitchen after she caught you grabbing a midnight snack, Lizzie wants to feel your body on hers, and you are definitely not complaining when she asks you if you want to have sex. There have been a few times when you’ve been late to class because you were “busy” with things, but thankfully everyone has kept their mouth shut with the real reason why you’ve been late.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Lizzie has always been willing to experiment with you, and she has a list of things that she wants to try with you. There are some things that cause her to blush, but she knows you’ll be down to try pretty much anything with her. Even though you’re physically stronger than her most of the time, she always wants to protect you and make sure you’re physically safe at all times.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

When you first started sleeping with Lizzie, she didn’t have the longest stamina. It doesn’t help that you’re very skilled with your tongue and can get Lizzie moaning in no time. As the two of you started sleeping with each other more and more, she began to learn how to hold out on herself until you come too. To Lizzie, there is nothing quite like having you come first instead of her. There’s nothing quite like having her take care of you first.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Lizzie doesn’t have that much experience with toys but started looking into them once she realized that she really liked having sex with you. She even went to go ask Penelope if she had any suggestions to spice things up in the bedroom, and Penelope could not stop thinking about who could possibly have captured the heart of the resident ice queen. Lizzie loves how you are able to use toys to make her come faster in bed, and you use toys to make your girlfriend’s legs shake after you’re done.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Lizzie loves teasing you so much that she should start a contest on who can tease their girlfriends the most. She’ll wink at you when you’re presenting in class, and if Dr. Saltzman is driving you two somewhere she’ll have her hand wander dangerously high on your thigh. She has no shortage of blouses and dresses that tease you just enough to tease you into dragging her off to a more private area at school. Lizzie loves how teasing you makes you act, and she is more than willing to do naughty things with you during school hours. You, on the other hand, knows exactly how weak you make Lizzie when you touch her in class and during school meetings. You’ll tease her and then pretend you’re concentrating on something else, and you’ll wait for Lizzie to explode with impatience before giving her what she wants. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Lizzie is the loudest girlfriend you’ve ever had, and you would honestly not have it any other way. Things usually get so loud that Josie has put a noise blocking spell for the sake of everyone else at school. When Lizzie wondered why no one was complaining about the noise you two make anymore, Josie told her that she took care of it to save everyone’s ears from your activities in the bedroom.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Even though it may seem like Lizzie can be very controlling, she is the most thoughtful girlfriend when it comes to taking care of you and your feelings. Lizzie gets so happy when she sees you smile because of her, and she will do anything to make you happy. Before you two started dating, Lizzie will usually put herself first before anyone else, but now that you’re together she will put you first before anything, even herself. Everyone can see how happy you make Lizzie.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Lizzie has a pretty toned body, and she loves it whenever she lies on top of you and you trace your fingers in random patterns over her body.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Lizzie had an average sex drive before you started dating, but her sex drive went through the roof after she started having sex with you. She used to blush whenever she felt horny, but she knows that you’ll want her too whenever she wants you. Now she feels horny all the time and she knows only you are to blame. She loves the fact that you are ready and willing to please her whenever she feels physically needy for you (which is all the time). There is nothing quite like having you on top of her when she wants you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You love how you wear out Lizzie pretty quickly after sex. Going several rounds with you is enough to wear anyone out, and Lizzie falls asleep like a log on top of you. There are nights when you two just stay up and talk about your day, and Lizzie just gushes about everything that has happened to her. You love listening to her voice after sex, and Lizzie loves how you look at her whenever she talks. There’s nothing quite like having you stroke her hair while she tells you about how she’s the smartest person at school (besides you of course). Lizzie just loves having you beside her so much, and you love feeling her body beside yours.

[takerfoxx]

RD Walpurgis Nights 7: Part 6

Now…

“And here we are,” Ophelia said. She shook her head. “Holy shit, Homulilly.”

During the telling of the story Homulilly had managed to regain a measure of control over herself, but reliving that argument had broken what little composure she had managed to scrape together. She was now sitting with her fingers gripping the side of the wall, head bowed as big, fat tears rolled down her face.

Ophelia watched her for a time. Then she sighed and just laid a hand on Homulilly’s shoulder and let her cry.

Finally Homulilly got enough of it out to speak again. “Okay. I’m done. Go ahead.”

“You sure?”

Homulilly wiped her nose on her sleeve and nodded. “You said you had a lot to say. So let me have it already. How badly did I screw up?”

Ophelia sighed. She hated the idea of kicking Homulilly when she was down, but sometimes you just had to. Besides, Homulilly was literally asking for it. “Pretty badly,” she confirmed.

Homulilly’s shoulders slumped.

“But then, so did everyone else. A little, at least.”

Homulilly turned her head just enough to look at her from the corner of her eye, a slight frown on her face.

“Look, I haven’t talked to Gretchen or Mitty to get their sides, though I think I’d better. But based just on what you’ve just told me…” Ophelia shook her head. “Look, like I said, I know Mitty a little. Not well, but believe it or not, she’s actually a decent person. She’s just got a lot of pride and a really big mouth sometimes. But she wasn’t making the moves on Gretchen. And Gretchen wasn’t into her in that way.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I do.”

“Okay, but how do you know?”

“Because I do,” Ophelia repeated, with a little more emphasis this time. “Look, take this for what it’s worth, but I’ve you and Gretchen together, and I’ve seen Mitty and Alyssa together, and I know love when I see it. Plus, I’ve seen Mitty around other girls, and let me tell you this: that way you saw her acting around Gretchen? She’s like that with everyone: all flirty and handsy and whatnot.

“Now granted, that doesn’t mean she’s off the hook. It’s gotten her into trouble more than once.” Ophelia scowled. “And I’m definitely gonna have to give her little talk about boundaries and keeping her hands to herself. I mean, there’s a reason Tavi and me have a ‘Look, But Don’t Touch’ rule.

“And as for Gretchen…well, okay, it sounds like she was a little smitten, but more of a ‘Wow, she’s so cool and I want to be her friend’ sort of way, and not a ‘She’s so hot and I wish to bang her’ sort of way.”

“Right,” Homulilly said bitterly. “Mitty’s so cool, Mitty’s so neat. And I’m not.”

“Huh,” Ophelia said. “All right, then. Let’s talk about that.”

“Eh?”

Ophelia fished around in her pockets but found, to her dismay, that they were empty, at least of anything edible. Damn it. It wasn’t often that she ended up exhausting her entire snack stash, but here she was. This was definitely going to make her cranky.

Well, whatever. She had more important things to worry about. “Homulilly, let’s get this out of the way: you’re a great kid, and I like you a lot. I wouldn’t hang out with you so much if I didn’t.”

“That’s just because you think we used to be friends when we were alive,” Homulilly muttered.

Ophelia shot her a look. Homulilly, it should be noted, was taking care not to meet her eyes.

Ophelia sighed.

Then she smacked Homulilly upside the back of her head.

It wasn’t a hard smack. In fact, Ophelia’s palm barely brushed little more than hair. But it was swift and surprising and did the job of knocking Homulilly out of her funk. She jerked fully upright and gaped at Ophelia.

Now that she had the younger girl’s undivided attention, Ophelia leaned in and said in a low but firm voice, “Homulilly, I want you to pay very close attention to what I’m going to say. Forget this whole coolness thing. Stop comparing yourself to everyone else. It’s stupid, and the more you do it, the less cool you’ll actually be.”

“B-B-But that’s e-easy for you to say!” Homulilly sputtered. “Y-You’re super cool! Everyone th-thinks so! Even Mitty!”

“You’re damn right I am. And do you know why?” Ophelia stuck a thumb against her own chest. “It’s because I don’t give a damn about what other people think about me. I like being me, and I do it loud. You think I’d be able to pull off this stupid outfit if I didn’t?”

“What? But your clothes are cool!”

“Yeah, and they’re cool because I’m cool! But do you know how much crap I got when I just started with just the hat?”

“Um…”

Actually the teasing had been quite minimal and mostly good-natured, and Ophelia had gotten more compliments than anything. But she wasn’t about to let Homulilly know that. “Yeah, I did. But I didn’t care. Because I liked the hat and was gonna wear it anyway. So people just got used to it and stopped caring. After that came the blazer, and then the pants and shirt, and the next thing you know…” She moved both hands down her torso, indicating the whole of her getup. “Well, you get the picture. It’s all about just being the best version of yourself and loving it.”

Homulilly made a face. “Yeah. Confidence.” She held up her bony arms and flexed her skeletal fingers. “Because I’m all about that.”

“Hey, don’t sell yourself short. You’ve come a hell of a long way since we first met.” Then Ophelia shrugged. “But getting back to the main point, that’s something of the problem.”

“Huh?”

“Homulilly, maybe you’re not so weird about the arms thing anymore, but…” Ophelia hesitated, and then sighed. Oh, hell with it. “You still got a whole bunch of insecurities and anxieties you need to work out. Like, a lot.”

“But-”

“You’re not happy with yourself,” Ophelia said bluntly. “Gretchen is happy with you, and being with her makes you happy with yourself. But when Gretchen wasn’t around, all that went away. You started getting anxious and stressed out. You started comparing yourself to other people, started to feel threatened. You got obsessed with wanting to prove yourself, and it got…weird.”

“I-”

“But that’s the problem. You were trying to be someone you’re not. You were trying to be Mitty. And you can’t be her. You’ll never be her, and to be frank, you shouldn’t even be trying.” Ophelia reached over to jab her finger against the center of Homulilly’s chest. “Remember what you told us, about that little revelation you had back at Sardi’s World of Miracles? About how you had to let go of whoever it was you were in life and just focus on being you? Well, that sounds like a great idea. But if you couldn’t let yourself be haunted by your past self, what are you doing trying to be someone else entirely?”

“That’s not-”

“And another thing,” Ophelia continued. “Brace yourself, kid, because this one’s going to hurt. Ready?”

Homulilly stared at her with wet eyes. Her chin was trembling but she nodded.

“You’re going to have to get used to the idea that as much as Gretchen loves you, as much as she needs you, you need her a lot more than she needs you.”

Homulilly looked like she had been kicked in the gut.

“She does love you though,” Ophelia continued. “And she does need you in her life. You make her happy. Never forget that. But she can be happy spending time with other people, and she can probably be happy being by herself for a bit. She’ll still miss you and wish you were there, but she won’t be miserable like you were. So please remember this: just because she’s making friends and doesn’t need you around doesn’t mean she’s gotten tired of you, okay? It’s healthy. And it also doesn’t mean she doesn’t still want you. Because if I recall, she was trying to get you to go to those meetings with her pretty consistently. That tells me that even though she was having fun with other people, she still missed you and wanted you along.”

Homulilly swallowed. “S-So…I should’ve said yes?”

“You should’ve done what you were comfortable with. But if spending time alone or sharing Gretchen with other people makes you uncomfortable, then that’s a problem. Because it can’t always just be you and her all the time.”

“B-But it isn’t like that! I mean, I have no trouble spending time with you guys!”

“And we’re not always going to be around,” Ophelia countered. “We have our own lives. She’s going to have hers. And you will too. That’s why you have to get to work on this, because it’s just going to get harder the older you get.”

“Oh.”

“Cool. And speaking of putting in the work, here’s one last thing.” Ophelia reached over and poked Homulilly in the chest. “After you and Gretchen finish making up, you two are going to put some serious work into your communication.”

Homulilly blinked in surprise. “Huh?”

“I mean it.”

“But…our communication? We’ve…We’ve never had any trouble talking!”

“Oh yeah? Then explain the last few days.”

Homulilly winced.

Ophelia realized that she was getting a little heated. Sighed, she reined herself back a bit. “Look, you two have been pretty much inseparable since day one, right? You loved each other, stood by each other, and faced whatever problems you had together, right?”

There was a pause, and then Homulilly said, “R-Right.”

“But as sweet as that is, it’s kind of part of the problem. See, you two have had a pretty easy ride up until now. Not saying that you haven’t had your own struggles and whatnot; hell, we all have. But you never really had a problem with each other. So, when you suddenly did, when she started spending time with people that weren’t you and wasn’t around all the time to make you feel good about yourself, you didn’t know how to deal with it. It made you upset, and things just built and built until you lost control and freaked out.”

Homulilly opened her mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out. So she closed it again and swallowed noisily.

Right. Ophelia had torn her down enough. It was time to do a little building. She beckoned with her arms and said, “All right, Petals. Come here.”

Homulilly didn’t hesitate. She threw herself into Ophelia’s arms and buried her face into her shoulder. Ophelia held her tight and let her cry.

Though the place they were sitting was a bit on the secluded side, there were still people coming and going. One passerby paused and gave the pair a questioning look. Ophelia shot her a furious one in return and shook her head. Taking the hint, the stranger raised her hands and quickly made herself scarce.

Finally Homulilly started to calm down. “You good?” Ophelia said, giving her a pat on the back.

Homulilly nodded, and the two withdrew. Ophelia might have been out of snacks (curses and more curses), but she had something else. She reached into the breast pocket of her blazer and took out a scarlet handkerchief. She handed to the miserable girl, who took it with a nod of thanks.

“All right, now look: it’s not that bad,” Ophelia said as Homulilly wiped her eyes and blew her nose. “You hit a rough patch and reacted badly. And it led to you two getting into your first fight. It happens, and the first one’s already rough. But it’s normal.”

“Normal?” Homulilly snorted. “Then why does it hurt so bad?”

“I just told you. It’s your first fight, and you never had to deal with one before.”

Homulilly made a face. “So you’re saying it’s probably going to happen again.”

“Probably, yeah. I mean, you two wanna spend the rest of eternity together, right?”

“Yes,” Homulilly said without hesitation. “Definitely.”

“Well, statistics say that no matter how in love two people are, how in sync they might be, if they spend that much time together, they’re going to eventually get on each other’s nerves. So…better to learn the best way to get into fights now so you can deal with them more easily in the future!”

“Do you and Oktavia ever fight?”

Ophelia let out a bark of laughter. “Are you serious? We bitch at each other all the time!”

“No, I mean real fights. Like, where you’re really mad at each other.”

Uh-oh. Ophelia could suddenly see where this conversation was starting to head, and she couldn’t say she cared for the view. “Well, yeah,” she said. “Every now and then things get…loud. But that’s part of the reason for all the bitching: get it out now so it doesn’t build up, and when it’s over, it’s over.”

“What was your first fight about?”

And there it was. Ophelia sucked in through her teeth. She couldn’t fault Homulilly for asking, but there were a few memories that Ophelia didn’t care to publicly revisit. That was one of them. “That’s…that’s kind of…”

Homulilly must have caught the look on Ophelia’s face, as she immediately blushed and turned away. “Sorry,” she said. “That was…um, I didn’t mean to pry, so…”

Ophelia sighed. “Don’t sweat it,” she said. “I mean, here we are, digging into your issues, so it’s only fair. But…” She sighed again. “Okay, I won’t go into specifics, but we were about your age, and…I did something really stupid and inconsiderate and tried to hide it from her, she found out from someone that wasn’t me, and things got bad. And it was a long time before I could get her to talk to me again. So, all this stuff I’m lecturing you about, about honesty and communication? Yeah, talking from personal experience.” She paused, and then amended, “Very, very personal experience. So, ours was worse.”

“Oh.”

Ophelia shrugged. “Yeah, it sucked. But see, that’s why I’m getting on your case about fixing your issues.”

“How?”

“Do I look like a shrink to you? I’m good at figuring out what makes people tick. That doesn’t mean I always know how to fix it.” Ophelia nodded toward the FIB building in the distance. “But you guys live in a building with an entire staff full of counselor, therapists, psychologists, that sort of thing. Maybe look one of them up?”

Homulilly didn’t look like she was particularly thrilled with that idea, which wasn’t a surprise. The girl wasn’t exactly the most open person in the world, which was going to make her nut kind of hard to crack.

“Yeah, I know,” Ophelia said. “Finding out that you’ve got a bunch of personal issues and talking about them with someone you don’t know that well isn’t exactly my idea of a fun time either. But would you rather be a little uncomfortable now, or risk another blow-up in the future?”

Homulilly’s frown deepened.

“Exactly.” Ophelia swung her legs around and hopped off the wall. “Trust me: get this taken care as soon and as thoroughly as you can. You’ll both be happier for it.”

Nodding, Homulilly slid off as well. “So…where are we going?”

“Last I checked, Gretchen was at our place. I’m going to touch base with whatever’s going on over there, and then we’ll figure out what to do.”

Homulilly’s face was already downcast, but it somehow found a way to sink even further. “She probably hates me,” she muttered.

“Nah,” Ophelia said without hesitation. “She’ll be upset, sure. Maybe a little mad. But hate? Hell no.” She gave Homulilly a soft punch to the shoulder. “She loves you, you mopey little idiot. Get used to it.”

“Okay. Um, Ophelia?”

“Yeah?”

“You know how you said I need to, um, deal with everything I’m scared of so it doesn’t come between me and Gretchen?”

“That would be too-long-didn’t-listen summation, yeah.”

“Then how come you won’t let Oktavia have anything about the ocean in your room even though she loves it?”

Ophelia froze in place. She opened her mouth to respond with something smartass, thought better of it, and finally said, “Hey. We’re talking about you right now. Don’t go turning this around on me.”

Homulilly blushed. “Sorry.”

“S’okay,” Ophelia muttered. She breathed out. “Well, fine. Food for thought then. C’mon, Lilly-of-the-Valley. Let’s see what’s happening on the home front.”

…

Over at the Ladoga house, things weren’t progressing anywhere as smoothly. And with considerably less orderly articulation.

“…and I thought, hey, if I was actually part of the planning, I can use it to make the perfect night for us!” Gretchen was bawling. “But I didn’t know it would be so much work! And Homulilly never wanted to come, and school got really hard, and then…and then we found out about that Incubator and Void Walkers and it really scared me, and then Homulilly started to get all weird and I didn’t know why, but she wouldn’t talk to me!”

“All right, let it out,” Oktavia said. She and Gretchen were sitting side-by-side on the sofa, with Gretchen pretty much wrapping every limb she had around the mermaid and Oktavia doing the same, even if she only really had the two while Gretchen’s numbered in the double-digits. The poor kid was just so upset, and the fact that Homulilly of all people was the cause just made it worse. Oktavia had no idea why Homulilly had done that, but as much as she liked the girl, she really wanted to smack her now.

Which was…a weirdly familiar feeling, now that she thought about it.

Of course the get-together they had planned had been cancelled, or at the very least postponed. Their friends were disappointed, but they at least understood. Corbit Fausk had offered to come along to help with what she called a “Second-Act-Breakup,” it was felt that while the jott meant well, having her frame Gretchen and Homulilly’s relationship in the context of a steamy romance novel probably wouldn’t help.

Though to be honest, Oktavia really would be grateful for any kind of framing, because seriously, what the hell had been all that? She knew that the kids had been stressed out over a number of reasons, but never in a million years had she expected Homulilly to just blow up at Gretchen like that. Clearly there had been a lot of stuff going on that she hadn’t known about, but would very much like to hear the details.

And if Homulilly wanted to keep that flower on top of her head, they had better be damned good.

Charlotte re-entered the room, having left to answer a phone call. “That was Candeloro,” she said. “She’s heading home tomorrow.”

“Oh,” Oktavia said. “Okay. Uh, did you…tell her?”

“Well, she heard the crying, so yeah, about as much as we know. She said that she’ll be back as soon as possible.” Charlotte sat down on the other side of Gretchen and rubbed the younger girl’s shoulder. “Wish I had more to tell, but…”

“Ophelia’s handling it,” Oktavia said, her eyes darkening. “If anyone can talk some sense into her, it’d be her.”

“B-But what if Homulilly doesn’t talk to her?” Gretchen moaned. “She wouldn’t talk to me!”

“Oh, trust me, when it comes to getting to the root of things, Ophelia is relentless. And she has like zero tolerance for bullshit. She’ll get through the hard head of that dumb girlfriend of yours.”

Then, almost as if on cue, Oktavia’s own phone went off, playing the ringtone that Oktavia had composed for her. It was sitting on the coffee table, not really out of reach but did require some shifting around for her to get at it.

“Um, hey, could you take over?” Oktavia said to Charlotte. “I gotta…I gotta get this.”

“Sure thing. C’mon kid, bring it in,” Charlotte said, gently prying Gretchen from Oktavia. Sniffling, Gretchen complied, untangling her arms and legs from around Oktavia to tie Charlotte up.

Oktavia reflexively wanted to make a comment about how familiar that position must be for Charlotte, but she managed to catch it in time. Still, it made her shake her head. Maybe she had been watching too much weird porn lately. At any rate, it freed her up to scooch over and pick up the phone.

“Hey,” she said.

“Yo, I got the other one,” Ophelia said. “What’s the sitch at the homebase?”

“Um, well, Gretchen’s super upset, but doesn’t really know why all that happened. Apparently things have been weird for a while and Homulilly stopped talking to her for some reason.”

“Yeah, I got her side of the story. Apparently it’s just a bunch of issues with her insecurities and a lot of bad timing. I’ll fill you in on the details later, but I already reamed her a bit for it, and trust me, she feels awful.”

“Well, good. She should. Are you bringing her over now?”

“Not sure. How’s Gretchen?”

Oktavia glanced over. “Um, kind of in a bad way.”

“Yeah, so’s Homulilly.” Ophelia sighed. “Look, they probably need to cool down a bit. Tell you what: keep her at our place for tonight, and I’ll stay with this one, and tomorrow I’ll bring her over after they’ve calmed down. Just let Gretchen know that I had a long talk with Homulilly, and she feels terrible about what she did.”

“Tomorrow?” Oktavia frowned. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Nope. Kinda playing this one by ear. Anyway, I’ll get in contact with the FIB and get the okay. It shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Well, okay,” Oktavia said reluctantly. “I’ll…see you tomorrow, I guess. Love you.”

“You too.”

…

For some reason, the dorm seemed even emptier than it had been the last few evenings, even with Ophelia coming with her. Homulilly looked around the dark room for a moment and then flipped on the light.

“Huh, this kind of takes me back,” Ophelia said as she glanced around for herself. “I mean, ours was bigger of course, seeing how we had four people, but the design’s the same.”

“Did it ever feel, um, crowded?” Homulilly asked.

“Well, it took us a bit to work out who got what space, let’s just say that much.”

Nodding, Homulilly entered the room, with Ophelia following close behind. Ophelia had her hat in her hand, and she sent it spinning off with a flick of her wrist. It landed neatly on top of the dresser.

“Thanks for staying,” Homulilly said as she sat down on the side of the bed. “I don’t think I could’ve handled this alone.”

Ophelia shrugged. “No prob. I get it. I mean, I’ve been there myself.”

It was then Homulilly noticed something that should have been obvious from the start. “Oh, wait,” she said, her back stiffening. “There’s, uh, there’s only one…”

Ophelia snickered. “Relax. I like you, but not that much.”

She walked over to the loveseat that Homulilly and Gretchen shared with watching holos and plopped down in it, reclining across the two armrests.

“You don’t have to!” Homulilly said. “I mean, I can take it if you want.”

“Oh, please. I’ve slept in a lot worse a lot more often than you think. Once had to spend the night in a folding chair during a really nasty storm. Trust me, I’m fine.”

“Er, okay, if you say so.”

Homulilly gave Ophelia one of her pillows and retrieved a spare blanket from the closet. “You can use the restroom if you need a shower,” she said.

Ophelia yawned cavernously. “Nah, I’m pooped. I’ll just use it to wake myself up in the morning. Better than the crappy coffee they keep around here.”

“Right. In the morning.” Homulilly shivered. “Do you…do you think it’ll be okay? Between Gretchen and me?”

“So long as you’re willing to put in the work. Which you are, right?”

“I am,” Homulilly promised.

“Good to hear. Now, relax. The worst is over.”

Maybe so, but as Homulilly curled up by herself in the dark, she still found herself dreading what was to come.

What if Gretchen didn’t want to hear it? What if she felt that she had given Homulilly enough chances to talk to her? What if she was fed up with crap? Homulilly had certainly acted pretty rottenly the last few days.

Well, in that case, she’d better get to practicing what she was going to say. Homulilly ran through her apology over and over in her head, fine-tweaking everything until the mental repetition caused her to finally slip off to sleep.

…

The next morning…

The home that Ophelia shared with the others was about two kilometers from the Freehaven Integration Bureau. If they had taken the rooftop route, Homulilly and Ophelia could have made the trip in a handful of minutes, but Homulilly wasn’t really up for that, so they walked. Just as well. She needed the extra time to practice what she was going to say.

It was a nice morning, bright and clear and warm. Of course, the overwhelming majority of mornings in Freehaven were bright and clear and warm, save for when it rained, and of course that wouldn’t be permitted during the festival. That was a plus. A little bit of familiarity was just what Homulilly needed right about then.

Of course, the fact that the festival was still ongoing clashed with all of that. Granted, it wouldn’t kick back into gear until later in the day, but even so the lights, booths, and decorations were still up and everywhere, and there was more people milling about than usual. That was a minus.

Still, after the first few blocks, Homulilly had stopped noticing them entirely. Holding tightly to Ophelia’s hand, she ran her speech over and over in her head, making sure she had covered everything.

This was worse than oral exams or that one time she had somehow been coerced to sing karaoke. Far, far worse. And the penalty for failure was much more severe than a bad grade or an embarrassing moment that everyone else infuriatingly found hilarious.

“We’re here,” Ophelia suddenly announced.

Homulilly’s head jerked up. Wait, what? How? It ought to have taken much longer than that!

But sure enough, the narrow streets and tall walls were gone, and they were walking the wide, curving red-bricked paths between idyllic white houses and thick willow trees that defined the nicer outskirts of the city. And just a little bit out was the shrub-filled yard that surrounded her friends’ house.

Gretchen was inside.

Homulilly swallowed. She glanced over to Ophelia, who seemed entirely too relaxed. Well, of course she was. She wasn’t the one about to throw herself down to the ground in supplication and beg for forgiveness.

Ophelia paused by the gate. “Ready to engage?” she said.

Homulilly’s hands were shaking, as were the petals of her flower. She closed her eyes, squeezed her fingers into fists until they stopped, which in turn made the flower close up into a bud. It did that whenever she was nervous but trying not to show it, which rather defeated the whole purpose.

Well, nothing for it. She opened her eyes and nodded at Ophelia.

“Alrighty then,” Ophelia said, and she opened the gate. “Showtime.”

They walked up the familiar path to the familiar house and its familiar door. Though it was her house as much as it was the others, Ophelia still lifted her hand and rapped the back of her knuckles against it the door.

There was a pause, and then Charlotte answered the door. She raised one eyebrow. “Forgot your key?” she said. “It wasn’t locked, you know.”

“I know,” Ophelia said. “Just felt proper.”

Charlotte shook her head. “Weirdo,” she said. Then she tilted her head to looked at Homulilly, who again had her own bowed in shame.

“Huh,” Charlotte said. “Well, good morning. Shall we?”

The inside of the house looked much the same as ever: everyone’s furniture arranged in a manner that ought to clash but somehow didn’t, weapons arranged over the fireplace, and Cheese peacefully amusing himself in his little playground. When Ophelia and Homulilly entered he stopped chewing on plastic rings and turned his head to regard them.

Then, as was custom, he took off to flap over toward Homulilly’s head. Or, to be specific, the bright red flower on top of her head, which always was something of a bull’s-eye to him.

Ophelia’s red-sleeved arm snapped up to intercept. “Oh, no,” she said as he made a last-second adjustment to land on her arm. “Not today, bud.”

“Rangleloser,” Cheese muttered, or at least something that sounded like rangleloser, whatever that was. He climbed up to Ophelia’s shoulder and looked at Homulilly.

“Hi, Cheese,” Homulilly said softly. She reached up to scratch him gently around the neck. He turned his head around to give her better access and made happy noises.

Charlotte led them to the dining room. It looked like breakfast was underway, albeit more pushed around various plates than actually eaten. Oktavia was at her place in her legged chair, silently watching the procession. And in Candeloro’s usual place…

Gretchen looked a mess. Her dark pink hair hung in disarray around her shoulders, her eyes were blotchy, and she didn’t seem to have slept much. Her own breakfast was practically untouched.

Homulilly’s heart was already aching, but this sent a fresh knife-stab right through it. Oh God, she had done that to her, she and her stupid…everything.

Then Gretchen looked up at her. She said nothing.

Homulilly had expected to see anger in her eyes. Resentment. The righteous fury of the unfairly accused. Instead, she just looked tired and…

Shameful?

Wait, why would she look shameful? Homulilly had obviously been the one at fault! Gretchen was an innocent victim in all this, so why did she-

Wait.

Oh God.

Gretchen blamed herself. That’s what it was. She held herself responsible for what had happened, because she was so kind and sweet and could never really be mad at anyone, no matter how much they deserved it.

The two stared at each other with mute expressions of guilt and horror. Ophelia, Charlotte, and Oktavia watched them with mute expressions of anticipation. Cheese looked at whatever was most interesting at any particular given second and then proceeded to rattle off Candeloro’s favorite pasta salad recipe, but with the olives replaced with F-words.

Then Charlotte cleared her throat. “Okay, you two have a lot to talk about. So, everyone who’s a resident of this house, into the backyard please.”

She made a hasty exit. Ophelia patted Homulilly on the shoulder and went to follow, Cheese still on her shoulder. Oktavia wasn’t far behind, though having to navigate her chair away from the table and through the large glass double-doors in the living room slowed her a bit.

Soon they all were gone, leaving Homulilly and Gretchen alone.

Homulilly fidgeted, shifting her weight from one leg to the next. She wrung her hands together. Oh yeah, this was so much worse than oral exams or karaoke.

Then Gretchen sighed and pushed her chair away from the table. The sound of the wooden legs sliding across the hardwood floor made Homulilly’s back stiffen.

Then Gretchen made her way over to her petrified girlfriend, her legs sounding like falling rain as they tapped the ground with every step.

Gretchen stopped in front of Homulilly. Homulilly instinctively started to look away, but stopped herself. No. Gretchen deserved to at least look her in the eye.

Swallowing, Homulilly steadied herself the best she could and said, “Okay. B-Before you b-b-begin, I have s-something to say.”

Gretchen blinked. Then she nodded.

Taking a deep breath, Homulilly said, “I am very, very, very, very…” another deep breath, and then faster, “veryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryveryvery sorry. I had no right to say those things or even think those things, and I never wanted to hurt you but I did, and I feel absolutely terrible about that.”

Well, it was a start, and Gretchen hadn’t interrupted her yet. And now that Homulilly had gotten the ball rolling, the rest started to come out more easily.”

“See, I had this long talk with Ophelia, and she made me realize that, well, I don’t really like myself very much. It’s not for any reason, I just don’t feel like I’m anything special. But you make me feel special! Whenever I’m with you, I feel good about…being me. But…that’s because of you, and the way you treat me. So, when you were gone for most of this last week, I just…stopped feeling good about me, and it sucked!

“And that’s not your fault! I mean, I told you I’d be fine. But that was a lie. And the more I was by myself, the worst it got. And then…well, the museum trip happened, and everything we saw scared the crap out of me. And it wasn’t just that holographic lesson either! I ran into someone who, well, pretty much told me that you’re my only chance to keep it together and not end up as a Void Walker one day, I…sort of freaked out a little. And when I met…Mitty, and saw how cool and hot and confident she is, it made me feel really bad about myself, and I guess I panicked. So, that’s why I was acting the way I was at that meeting. Yeah, it was stupid, but I was so scared that I might lose you and be stuck alone with myself forever, that I…well, you saw.

“B-But none of that was your fault! It was all on me, and I need to be the one to fix this. So, I promise you that I will. I’m going to start going to therapy more and doing those self-help exercises more, and if you have friends and other things that don’t involve me, I’m not going to get in the way and try to ruin it for you again, because I love you, Gretchen. I love you more than anything, and I never want to hurt you again, and I’m really very sorry that I did.”

That last part came out in a long exhalation, and when it was out Homulilly’s legs nearly buckled. Getting all of that out had been one of the most emotionally taxing things she had ever had to do, but now it was done she felt a sense of relief unlike any she had ever felt before. She felt drained and beaten up, but also cleansed in a way. Her soul (which, if were one to be literal, really was all of her) felt unburdened of a great weight, and now she could stand straight again.

However, getting all of that off her chest was just the first step. Now she had to see if Gretchen would forgive her.

As for Gretchen, she looked completely taken back by everything Homulilly had said. “Oh,” she said. “Um, okay?”

That…wasn’t really the response Homulilly had been hoping for, but it was a start. So she held her tongue and waited.

Gretchen looked like she was struggling to find the words to say. She bit her lower lip and looked down, and one hand started to unconsciously wind a lock of her hair.

“Wow,” she said at last. “Um, I had this whole speech of my own ready to go, where I would apologize to you, but now you kind of beat me to the punch, and now I don’t know what to say.”

Homulilly almost choked. “Wait, apologize to me? What for?”

Gretchen cringed in embarrassment, and she shrugged. “Well, after I had calmed down a little, I thought back to the last week and everything, and I realized that with the way I was acting around Mitty, well, I can see why…you wouldn’t be cool with that. And if you saw us dancing, well, that wasn’t a good look. And I probably should’ve known better than that.”

“No!” Homulilly said hastily. “It wasn’t your fault, it was all me!”

“It was me a little. And, um, wow. I didn’t really think we would, you know, go this far.” Gretchen took in a deep, shaky breath and slowly let it out. Then she said, “You were really afraid I was going to leave you?”

Homulilly winced. “Well, I d-didn’t seriously think it, I was just worried that it could happen.”

“For Mitty?”

Another wince. “Again, I know it was dumb! It was just, you know, seeing how awesome she is was kind of…hard, and with everything else going on I wasn’t really thinking straight.”

Gretchen nodded. “You…do know that I’m not into her like that, right? I mean, yes, you’re right, she’ll cool and all, but I never thought of her in that way.”

“Really?” Homulilly said, only to realize a second too late that that probably wasn’t the best response.

“Really,” Gretchen said. She looked a little hurt that Gretchen would even doubt her. “I don’t care how cool or pretty she is. She’s not a part of my soul. You are.”

Homulilly swallowed. “B-But that’s kind of the problem. The big reason we’re together is soul resonance, right? So, if that wasn’t a thing, if we weren’t a Walpurgisnacht, would you even look at me?”

Now Gretchen started to look a little annoyed. “Yes. Because if soul resonance is even a thing, all it would do is give me a push.” She reached down and took Homulilly’s trembling hand in her own. “I do have free will, you know. I’m not some robot that loves whoever I’m programmed to love. I’m in love with you because I’m in love with you, not because some mystical force made me fall in love with you.”

Homulilly’s throat tightened up and it took a considerable amount of willpower not to burst into tears, but she managed a quick nod.

A heavy silence fell upon the pair for a bit, and then Homulilly said in a small voice, “Um, so…she was just showing you how to dance, right?”

Now it was Gretchen’s turn to wince. “Um, yeah. You r-remember our first dance, at Sardi’s Land of Miracles?”

“Of course.”

“Well, that was one of the best moments of my life, and I wanted us to do something like it again. But since I don’t have a clue how to Samba and Mitty did, I asked her to show me how so I wouldn’t look like an idiot.”

Homulilly raised an eyebrow. “Er, you do know I have no idea how to Samba either, right?”

“Yeah, but I figured I could show you. But um, I guess maybe I should’ve been a little smarter about how that would look.” Gretchen shook her head. “Wow, this is a mess. And we’re usually on the same wavelength about everything.”

Homulilly nodded. “Ophelia says that we need to work on our communication or something. Like, couple’s therapy and all that.”

“Couple’s therapy?” Gretchen frowned. “I don’t know. That feels kinda…weird. Besides, we never had a problem talking.”

Homulilly shrugged. “Well, she says that since we’ve never fought before, we didn’t know how to fight properly, so when something did come up…well, you saw what happened.”

“Fight properly?”

“Yeah. You know, how to deal with our problems the right way so things don’t get out of control again.”

“I guess,” Gretchen admitted. “I just never thought we’d need something like that.”

“I think everyone does.”

Then Gretchen gave her an odd look. “Um, you said you needed to do your own therapy stuff, right? To help with your, um, self-esteem thing, right?”

Homulilly nodded.

“You don’t…you don’t want us to be apart while you do that, do you? So I won’t be a distraction?”

“No!” Homulilly said hastily. Then she took a moment to slow herself down a little. “Um, no. I mean, I’ll probably have to go to therapy by myself, but I don’t want us to really break up or take a break or anything. Besides, we do need to work on the communication thing together.”

Gretchen nodded. “I guess we have a lot of issues we need to work on. Stuff we didn’t even know about.”

“Yeah.”

Gretchen sighed. Then she slid forward, slipping her arms under Homulilly’s and wrapped them around her middle to hug her tight.

“I am sorry for not being more careful,” she said, her head resting against Homulilly’s shoulder. “And I forgive you. So stop beating yourself up, okay? We’ll get through this, I promise.”

That was really what Homulilly needed to hear the most. She returned the embrace, grabbing onto Gretchen with all her strength. Again the tears tried to force their way out, and this time she let them.

…

Out in the backyard, Ophelia, Charlotte, Oktavia, and Cheese were awkwardly milling about. Well, Ophelia and Oktavia were, with Cheese merrily amusing himself with whatever was catching his attention. Charlotte was seated cross-legged under the window, listening in.

“So,” she said after something of a pause. “You told her that she doesn’t like herself, huh?”

Ophelia, who was in the middle of a solitary game of lawn darts, paused. “Well, I call ‘em as I see ‘em. No point in sugarcoating anything. That wouldn’t help anyone.”

“Still. Harsh.”

A shrug. “I said what I needed to say.”

“You think they’ll be okay?” Oktavia said. She had Cheese in her lap and was distracting herself by playing with his beak.

“Sure. I mean, let’s face the facts: it was a fight that went bad. Everyone has them, and they’re young, so it seemed worse than it was. And they seem like they want to fix it. They’ll be fine.” Then she frowned. “Um, speaking of which…” She turned toward the mermaid. “Hey, Tavi?”

“Yo?”

Ophelia made a face, but said, “See, during my little talk with Homulilly, she kinda pointed out that she’s not the only one with issues that they’ve been putting off dealing with, and how it’s kind of unfair for me to say you can’t have something you love in our room, so…”

“What are you talking about?” Oktavia said. “You know I don’t even like butt stuff.”

Charlotte snorted loudly, and had to clamp her hands over her mouth and nose so as not to disturb the girls talking inside. Even Ophelia couldn’t keep from snickering. “No, nitwit! I mean the ocean thing! I’m gonna see about getting some help with that. Probably should have done that a long time ago.”

Oktavia’s head jerked back. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” Ophelia said, albeit not exactly enthusiastically. “Really.”

“You mean you’re going to go swimming with me?”

Ophelia’s mouth made several unusual shapes before she said, “Eventually, yes.”

“And I can bring my stuff into our room?”

“Some,” Ophelia said. “Just…wait until I’m more comfortable with this.”

“Wow,” Oktavia said. “That’s…I didn’t expect that. But, um, thanks. That…that means a lot to me.” Then she tilted her head to one side and grinned fetchingly. “So…are you just going to sit there, or are you going to come over here and give me a kiss? Because I’d do it myself, but that sounds like a lot of work, so…”

“Lazy fish,” Ophelia sighed. Then she smiled and got up to do just that.

“Well, looks like this is a real day for self-improvement,” Charlotte said as she watched them. “That’s good to hear.” Then she blinked. “Oh. Oh, shit.”

The other two paused what they were doing to look at her.

Charlotte’s face twisted up in chagrin. “Er, last night, when Gretchen was over and crying a lot, Candeloro called to check in. And…I may have told her that Homulilly and Gretchen broke up. And she seemed really upset about it. And she’s probably on the flight back right now and won’t find out that everything’s fine for a few more hours.”

“Oh,” Ophelia said. “Whoops.”

“Yeah,” Charlotte said, her shoulders slumping. “Yeah, that was probably a bad call.”

…

Later that evening…

Candeloro had finally come home, and she was a little put out.

She stood in the living room with her suitcases still needing to be unpacked, ribbons folded over her chest as she glared at her housemates.

The situation with the kids was apparently fully handled, which was a relief. They had gone home for some much needed time alone, which was good, as Candeloro had a few things she needed to get off her chest and didn’t want them around to hear it.

“So,” she said. “What did we learn?”

Of the three, Ophelia and Oktavia sat side-by-side on the couch and seemed wholly at ease, almost as if they were enjoying the proceedings. And why shouldn’t they be? Candeloro wasn’t really mad at them.

Charlotte, on the other hand, was seated upright in one of easy chairs, hands on her knees, and head bowed.

“Well?” Candeloro repeated.

Charlotte muttered something under her breath. Then she recited, “We learned that as lovey-dovey as they are, Gretchen and Homulilly are still kids with a lot to learn. So just because they got into a fight we shouldn’t assume the worse and say that they definitely broke up.”

“Very good. And…?”

“And that telling my wonderful wife that they broke up right before she gets onto an elysian for a long trip home and has to spend that trip worried out of her mind isn’t a good idea.”

“That’s right,” Candeloro nodded.

“Hey, I called it for what it was right off the bat,” Ophelia chimed in. “Bad timing, undealt with insecurities, bad communication, so fight. Not the end of the world.”

“Thank you, Ophelia,” Candeloro told her. “You handled this just fine, and I’m glad you managed to talk some sense into Homulilly. Now, if you two would like to give us some privacy…”

“Say no more.” With a dramatic flourish, Ophelia swept Oktavia up in her arms. “C’mon, Swordfish! We still have to finish our marathon and can’t use the main room anymore.”

“But it’s not as fun when it’s just us in our room,” Oktavia complained as she was carried off. “Having everyone over added something, you know?”

“Yeah, but this way we can do it naked!”

“Oh. Good point.”

“And keep the noise down!” Candeloro called after them. “I don’t want to hear weird moans and…bellows, or whatever it is that vaskergoros do!”

When they were gone, Candeloro turned her attention back to Charlotte, who was openly grimacing.

“Look,” Charlotte said. “I am really, really sorry I made you worry. But to be fair, it just got dumped on my lap and I had no idea what to think.”

Candeloro sighed and let herself relax. “I know, I know. But you really had me thinking I was coming home to something terrible.”

“Well, it was pretty terrible for them, anyway.”

“First fight always is.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Then Charlotte allowed herself a sly grin. “Well, since I got you all upset over nothing, maybe I should…make it up to you?”

“Oh, really now?” Candeloro moved forward to plant herself right in Charlotte’s lap, facing her. “And…how’s that?”

“Well, we’ve both been lonely for a bit. Besides, those two have been infecting this house with their weird perversions. So I kinda need a little healing too. Set me back on the straight and narrow and remind me what the real good stuff is.”

“Mmmm. Sounds like fun.” Candeloro gently eased Charlotte back. One of Charlotte’s hands slid up her back while the other groped around the side of the chair until it found the lever, letting her engage the recliner.

[mini-min-yoongi]

November AO3 Yoonmin readings:

Hey guys! Here I bring you this past month’s readings. Even though they are mainly yoonmin, this month there are a couple of OT7 fics of which I hadn’t read much until now. There is also some namjin, vhope and taekook as side pairings in some of them. I hope everyone can find something that peaks their interest so… enjoy! :)

1) Boyfriend Tag

“Normally I post dance routines and the occasional tag or challenge video and I know I haven’t posted in a while so I am here to make it up to you all. Yoongi lost a bet sooooo we are here with the highly requested, boyfriend tag!!” Jimin yelled making Yoongi wince and lean away from him. “Are you ready?” Jimin asked bringing his attention to Yoongi. “You better not get a thing wrong,” He warned pointing a finger at Yoongi.

Jimin is a youtuber and he gets his boyfriend Yoongi to film a video for his channel.

2) I’m your guilty pleasure (You can’t get out. Never) (contains smut)

Yoongi has just discovered his neighbor that he thinks is too damn loud is actually an internet camboy.

Chaos ensues when they start seeing each other. Things get hard–literally.

3) Crazy is most definitely genetic (work in progress; Pairings: Namjoon/Seokjin, Yoongi/Jimin, Hoseok/Taehyung, + Baby Kookie)

Family!au where Jimin’s just trying to survive high school, Taehyung keeps weirding everyone out, Namjoon is an embarrassing dad, Jin is supermom, and Jungkookie’s just along for the ride.

Very cute and funny!

4) Trolling ARMY (OT7, brotp, no pairings, BTS universe)

“The boys play a game where they compete to see who can get the most "shippy” comments of the week.“ Yoongi watched from an armchair on the other side of the room, trying not to chuckle. Ever since he’d learned the term shipping, he’d watched his brothers with a different eye. None of them were gay–though Namjoon had once drunkenly pontificated at length about his distaste for labels–or interested in one another. But they were all a little…handsy.

5) TRB in NYC (OT7, brotp, no pairings, BTS universe)

"What happened?” Namjoon asked, his voice tight. They had been skirting around him all day. As if he didn’t know. He found it darkly funny. His English was better than all of them combined, even their manager. He’d read the tweets, the posts, the threats. He’d tried to keep the other members from it as much as he could, but everyone had an inkling things had escalated past normal fan stuff.

“We’ve had a credible threat.”

Based on the threats that they received when they performed at New York. BTS hurting and comforting each other.

6) 7 minutes in heaven (*)

“It’s a fusion game. The person who spins the bottle gets to ask the person it landed on truth or dare, and if that person doesn’t want to answer or do the dare then they either take a shot or take off an article of clothing,” Jin says like he’s proud of improvising such a fantastic game.

“I’m not playing that,” Yoongi says. “Hyung, don’t be a party pooper, are you scared we’ll learn your secrets?” Hoseok asks and Namjoon ah’s dramatically. Yoongi shakes his head and puts his tongue in his cheek before he smiles at their antics, pushing Namjoon over closer to Jin so that he can sit down. “Please, hyung, it sounds like fun!” Jungkook says. “It’s my birthday.” 

I’m a simple girl. I love seeing a devoted and whipped Yoongi for Jimin even before they start dating. I love an innocent and kind Jimin crushing on his firend’s older brother who is kinda a bad boy and very cool. And I love BTS getting together, spitting embarrassing secrets and playing spin the bottle. This fic has all these elements and that’s why it’s one of my favorite readings of the month.

7) #mindreading Series

It’s my first time reading a fic in which someone has a gift because I’m more into stories that aren’t too fictional, but apart from Yoongi being able to read people’s minds, it doesn’t have any other “supernatural” elements so I decided to give it a try and I really enjoyed it. It was super cute reading about Jimin’s thoughts about Yoongi and I liked how the author developed their relationship and Jimin’s reaction towards Yoongi’s gift.

7.1) #mindreading #ad

Yoongi can read minds and Jimin is instagram famous.

7.2) Steady Hum (contains smut)

The one where Yoongi can read minds and Jimin is instagram famous PART 2.

8) Error: Words Not Found (*)

Soulmate AU where your soulmate’s first words to you will appear as a tattoo on your wrist at birth.

•×××××××××ו

In a world where most people’s lives revolved around finding their soulmates, Yoongi was different, not because he didn’t care-he cared a lot, he wanted someone to be The One for him too-but because he was convinced he didn’t have one.

It had been twenty-two years and still his wrist remained blank and unblemished.

As you may know by now I’M A SUCKER FOR SOULMATE AUS. So... yeah. I read another one and LOVED IT. I live for this kind of angst and I’d love to give a more thorough review but I don’t want to spoil it so go read it because it’s sadly just two chapters but full of good shit.

9)  You don’t have to say I love you (to say I love you)

yoongi’s so painfully and obviously in love with jimin, it sort of hurts the other members sometimes.

BTS universe.

10) Gotta Be Fate (If We’re Under the Covers) (contains smut) (*)

Jimin is excited to just sleep for a day and maybe catch up on some tv shows at the hotel.

That is, until they get to the new hotel they’re staying at, and he gets handed a room key that’s the same as Yoongi’s. Meaning, he and Yoongi will share a room and worse, he and Yoongi will have to share a bed.

“Why do I have to share with Yoongi-hyung?” Jimin complains. He’s managed to avoid it this whole trip which is really in his best interest if he wants to keep his raging heart boner for him hidden.

AKA my response to Yoonmin sharing a bed, 8 years too late.

BTS universe. I liked this whole idea. Just... just go read it *blushes and hides*

11) The Songbird and the Sea (*)

(pirate au, contains smut, Yoongi/Jimin + Jungkook/Taehyung, Namjoon/Seokjin)

In a world where dominance of the sea is an endless battle between pirates and mariners, Park Jimin is content living in his little village on a small, uninteresting island by the eastern mainland. He wants nothing to do with the bloodshed of good and evil, the heartless killing of both innocents and condemned, the constant establishment and disruption of order. What he wants is peace, to live his life in the same town he was born in, to spend his days in the beautiful forest, and to use the powers of his Blessed Rune to nurture the home he loves so dearly.

But when his island is attacked by pirates, Jimin will have no other choice than to do as they command and leave all thoughts of peace behind in favor of boarding the Agust, a pirate ship captained by the infamous Min Yoongi, Black Fox of the East.

GO READ THIS MASTERPIECE OH MY GOD. I’ve never been interested in fiction heavy aus like pirates, superheroes, etc. but I’d heard such great things about this story, the author is lovely and this is the Yoonmin fic with the most kudos on AO3, so I decided to give it a try and BEST DECISION I’VE MADE THIS MONTH. It’s made me feel so many emotions. I’ve cried, laughed, screamed, blushed and became a mess. The author also gives music recommendations to listen to while reading the chapters and it gives the story that extra something (I actually created playlists for each chapter and I like them so much that I listen to them even when I’m going somewhere lol). Seriously, I’m obsessed with this story, the characters are freaking fantastic, the development is everything and what’s best is that this story is far from over. She’s planning on turning it into a series and I cannot wait to see how the story develops. Also, the author has a schedule so there’s a new chapter every week which is something that I appreciate a lot, especially when starting to read a work in progress (it’s almost finished, next week she’ll upload the epilogue and it’ll be complete). GO READ IT AND COME SCREAM AND CRY ABOUT IT WITH ME.

12) 흰 여름 (’White Summer’) (*)

“Diversity,” Namjoon had said when he had explained the concept to them, “Learning to love yourself, no matter what.” “We already did that,” Yoongi had pointed out, “Literally the same title.” But Namjoon, when he looked at him, had seemed strangely bright and somber at the same time. “Not like this,” he had said.

Or, Jimin and Yoongi have to kiss for an MV. And deal with the fallout.

BTS universe. F**k, this is good! I don’t know what to say but that as you may know I really like fics that are kinda canon compliant and this one is SO GOOD. The group is working on a new album and it’s kinda like love myself but riskier in the sense that it is a controversial topic in south korea. I just love it when people also write about the korean music industry (even if it may not be 100% accurate, but let’s be honest, only the people working in it knows what’s up really) because I find it so interesting and not many people talk about it in depth. Of course, I can’t finish without saying that I really enjoyed the development of Jimin and Yoongi���s relationship, how Yoongi wasn’t aware of Jimin’s sexual orientation. A good fic right here!

Special mention:

~Too Much to Admit (Taehyung centric, OT7 Relationship)

The first time it happens, Taehyung doesn’t say anything because he doesn’t know how.

To start, I would like to say that this fic deals with a very serious and triggering topic for some so if you are not in a good mental place or you could be triggered by it please do not read it. This fic doesn’t have any pairings and it’s a BTS universe fic. It’s complete and I really enjoyed the different ways in which each member deals with what’s happening. In my opinion, the author did an excellent job at portraying each character and the way in which they would behave in such a difficult situation. I’m especially really liking her take on Jungkook because you can clearly see that he’s the youngest one, his confusion and anger clearly shows how much he cares about the well-being of all his hyungs. I don’t know, it’s such a heavy fic, but I really liked it.

(*) My favourite ones.

[apocryphist]

clois!

You know me well, Anon!

Who said “I love you” firstDefinitely Clark, no question. I think Lois isn’t super comfortable with saying the words herself, but the moment Clark said he loved her, she knew without a doubt.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone backgroundClark would. Lois’s phone background is one of the defaults included on the phone -- very professional, no frills. (There’s a picture of Clark as the wallpaper on her personal laptop, though.)

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirrorClark! He uses juuuuust a little heat vision to get the job done. Lois takes long showers (helps with that writer backpain) so he leaves her little notes when he has to leave early in the morning. 

Who buys the other cheesy giftsBoth of them! They try to one-up each other with kitchy knicknacks they find during their jobs -- Clark has the whole univere to explore, but Lois has a remarkable eye for really weird americana.

Who initiated the first kissClark does the whole awkward farmboy thing, and he’s okay with taking things slow. Lois does not have the patience for that. Clark probably did something incredibly sweet and played it off like it was nothing -- leading to Lois grabbing him by the tie and locking lips. 

Who kisses the other awake in the morningLois sleeps later than Clark, so he ususally does the early morning kisses. However, sometimes she’ll pretend to still be asleep, then surprise him by planting one on him as he’s going in for the kiss.

Who starts tickle fightsLois is going to successfully tickle a kryptonian one day -- she claims it’s just a matter of time. 

Who asks who if they can join the other in the showerLois, while slapping Clark on the ass and walking ahead into the shower anyways. She already knows what the answer is. 

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunchClark does -- Lois has a habit of forgetting lunch while she’s working. 

Who was nervous and shy on the first dateAbsolutely Clark. Lois Lane doesn’t do nervous and shy.

Who kills/takes out the spidersThey both take the spiders out!

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunkLois! She doesn’t really get wasted in front of coworkers or at parties, but when they’re just on the couch watching tv with some booze, she gets loud, affectionate, and handsy. 

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Stuff to post w art today:

For the robosona ref:

Yup here’s my botsona!!!! Here’s some extra info on him!!!

·         He has inner fans to keep him below a certain temperature (one of them is busted)

·         If he gets too flustered/excited and goes past a certain temperature, he’ll blue screen and crash

·         If he gets too stressed he’ll do that weird color static thing computer’s do and then he’ll crash

·         Has a volume + power button on the side of his head. You can mute him by turning down his volume button (which will then result in him communicating through emojis and such)

·         He can use emojis when he’s not muted but he doesn’t really like doing that. The only emoji he uses no matter his volume level is the knife emoji

·         Can display words one at a time on his screen (the most used are: various curses such as FUCK, CUNT, ASS, SHIT; YES; NO; MOE; C-3Y). the word ERROR shows up when he crashes/does the blue screen thing

·         Pupil can change shape (hearts, eye swirls, money symbols, etc)

·         His cat companion Booby (yes based after my cat Boobs) was actually stolen! Yup! This lil bot fella stole a cat from someone’s house and the cat just ?? went with it?? And bonded with the bot??? anyways story is xai was homeless for a lot (he still is but now he travels) so every day when the person went off to work he’d sit at the fence and pet the cat bc booby would hop over it and he’d feed the cat and shit and one day he just. ran off w the cat

<b>Liquid mood-color chart </b>

Purple – standard mood, average

Pink – lovesick/lovestruck, doting, affectionate (tints the purple a bit more pink around ppl he genuinely loves buuut gets really bright when feeling Extra Affectionate)

Blue – sad, sullen (darker means feeling worse)

Red – angry, outraged (brighter means angrier)

Yellow – excited, energetic (different from happy – brighter means more energized)

Dark green – jealous, bitter, resentful

Bright green – disgusted, grossed out,

Pinkish-red – embarrassed, flustered, nervous,

Blue-green – apologetic, guilty

Neon/cyan blue – Frightened, panicking, scared

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For the Duckpaw/Perse + alters

Hey yall as u kno duckpaw/perse has DID so I,, finally made art of her alters anyways let’s go

WC name | Human Name | Info | <b>How to tell if WC form is fronting</b> | <i>How to tell if Human form is fronting</i> |

 Mudpuddle | Mariana | She/Her. She’s the essential “caretaker” of the system. Makes sure the body isn’t damaged beyond repair and will take care of the body after Duck/Perse has had a bad episode. | <b>She constantly grooms her fur so it curls upwards slightly rather than Duckpaw’s straightforward style. Speaks in a soft, low tone.</b> | <I>Curls her hair w/ a curler. Wears blouses, dress pants, boots.</i> |

Patches | Dudley | They/Them. Tends to stick up more. Will front when Duck/Perse is being pressured to do shit she doesn’t like and/or recalling blocked out memories. Irritable, snarky, snide. Tends to be rather smug and a know-it-all. Yells @ ppl who pisses them off. | <b>Doesn’t groom as much as Duck or Mudpuddle, so fur kinda sinks down ish. Not really too far but. Still spiky like Duck’s. Cranky, loud. Will typically let u kno they’re fronting</b> | <i>Wears suits and ties, or dress shirts and pants. Wears hair up in a bun.</i>

Bugs | Bud | He/Him. Prefers to isolate himself, distances himself away from friends and shit. Doesn’t interact much unless necessary. Sleeps a lot and eats a lot. | <b>Will run off from camp and hide out in territory. Doesn’t groom, collects dirt in fur. Doesn’t really talk around others either.</b> | <i>Won’t change out of pajamas, doesn’t brush or wash hair, locks himself in the room.</i>

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That ross/perse picture

Oooohhh boy lemme dive into the history of human au ross + Persephone real quick uh

<b>Trigger warnings: Physical abuse, sexual abuse, mental/emotional abuse, psychological trauma, death, pedophilia</b>

Ross had 4 other siblings and he was the youngest – his mother died after giving birth to him, so he always kinda carried around this guilt that he was the reason his mom was dead. His dad always kinda was distant/didn’t spoil him as much as the others, but he still cared for ross and shit. When ross was about 10 or so he was driving with his siblings while he talked 2 ronnie on the phone. Another car kinda rammed into them and they got in a pretty bad car wreck which Ronnie heard over the phone so he called ross’ family and shit. Reyes and hollyanne and his dad all came and a couple of ross’ siblings died on scene; he was hospitalized with one other sibling. He had a broken arm and a couple fractured ribs, bruising and lacerations but he was alive – his sibling was in a coma and didn’t come out.

Ross’ dad was kinda resentful bc he lost all of his kids besides ross and he already kinda resented ross for taking away his wife so he like. flat out ignored ross, didn’t talk to him, didn’t really do anything. Hollyanne started picking ross up to and from school bc he started missing bc his dad wouldn’t drive him. Eventually ross and his dad moved in w hollyanne and reyes (and then addar and Persephone came along). ross’ dad started saying some nasty comments over a period of a year or two that started to bring ross’ waaaayyyy down so ross turned to another guy (said guy was 18, ross was 13-14) who flattered him and told him nice shit. This guy took advantage of ross + ross’ insecurities and slept with ross more than once (despite ross saying he wasn’t comfortable the first few times)

The family caught ross + the guy in his room one night and hollyanne/reyes were pissed @ the guy bc this dude is 18,,preying on a 14 y/o so they kicked the dude out (they started filing for charges/restraining order after) but ross’ dad was pissed @ ross bc this wasn’t “right” (ross’ dad was a firm believer in abstinence and also this is an adult with a child and ross’ dad kinda blamed ross for not realizing what was happening was bad) so ross’ dad’s belittling started getting worse and worse afterwards and one day ross kinda said something back and ross’ dad hit him over the face and hollyanne/reyes were like “alright you have to go like right fucking now” so they kicked ross’ dad out and he left w/out looking back and ross hasn’t spoken to him in a while

Ross is now a bitter dude who thinks his only value in life is sex/sexual purpose and he doesn’t believe he can amount to anything good so instead of risking shit (like failing grades or job interviews or whatever) he bribes ppl 2 either do shit for him or give him shit (take a wild guess abt how the briberies work)

 Persephone has like 98% of her memories from her childhood blocked. Her mother died a little bit after her first birthday and no one knew who her dad was so she went into care under her uncle and her uncle was,, kinda poor so he had a bunch of friends/family he lived with. Persephone saw a lot of death growing up (people overdosed on drugs, sickness related, people got shot) and that kinda stuck with her through her life so she has a phobia of death stimming from that. Also some of her uncle’s friends started getting uh, handsy with her and touching her and shit so that has ,, stuck with her. She’s blocked out the memories but if she tries to recall them she’ll have a bad mental reaction. Eventually she managed to book it during the middle of another move (the family moved around a lot) and she kinda wandered the streets for a few days until hollyanne/reyes spotted her and took her in. eventually after a little bit of living w them she came out as a trans girl so now holly and reyes r helping her with her transition n shit. Also they got her professionally diagnosed

When she was in like 7th grade ross had brought home some dude he worked with on a science project. The guy was a senior but took some lower classes and shit,, also he’s addar. Anyways addar was always rlly friendly w Persephone and gave her a lot of brotherly attention and holly was eventually like “Hey do u mind babysitting ross and perse while reyes and I go out and do some errands” and addar was like “sure!!!” eventually they all got super close and addar moved in(?) so now theyre all one big happy family :”)

 Uh characters mentioned belong 2: :devberryboats: :devbabysiut: :devppurble:

((pls don’t read this if the triggers will cause bad shit just lemme kno what u wanna hear abt the history ill give u an abridged version of where ur charas r involved))