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[lxvvie]

Y'all know that whole trend that was going around social media with women calling their significant other by their full name? Yeah, that one. Yet another conversation was had, this time it was about the reactions your favorite babygurls would have if you called them by their full government name because of reasons. Maybe.

Capt. John Price - He's, uh, startled but not enough to drop his cigar this time. Does take a puff of it, though, before addressing you like it's the calm before the storm. Isn't too fazed because he heard it enough from his own mom growing up and he figures he's suave and diplomatic enough to placate you.

Gaz - Pointedly ignores you while giving you side glances here and there which is a major indicator that he's gotten into some shit. Probably. More than likely. Yeah... it was Soap's fault.

Alex Keller - Actually did get into some shit. Does not answer the call of duty.

Soap - You hear 'ah, shit', heavy footsteps, probably a crash, and Soap's peeking his head out from the other room. Has a deer-in-headlights look about him. It was Gaz's fault, goddamnit. He's so adorable. It's enough to make you giggle.

Ghost - You get a grunt. And then it hits him. He stops doing whatever it is he's doing. Fuck, he knows that tone. Simon turns to look at you and he stares into your soul or something like that. What in the hell kind of made-up middle name is that? You spend the better part of a good minute staring each other down before you're all, "I love you ♥️," and Ghost groans and rolls his eyes and goes back to whatever it was he was doing. But not before he grunts out a "Love ya, too." in return.

Alejandro - This is one of the few things that'll actually faze the man. Will damn near break his neck turning to face you to see what's wrong and his eyes will be wide. Oh, the last time he heard his full name called like that was from his beloved grandmother and he'd gotten into some shit then, okay?

Rudy - Ducks his head. Doesn't show his face; he can't bear the sternness of your voice, your gaze. It wasn't him this time, he swears; it remains, though, the way you say his name, an echo in his mind: Ro-DOL-fo. Why'd you have the emphasize THAT part of his name, huh?

König - König.exe stops working. Actually does break something trying to get to you. His eyes are fucking saucers, okay? Oh shit, what did he do this time, Schatz? Are you getting him back after that one time he snuck up on you to surprise you and you dropped dinner? Did you find out about the time he accidentally messed up the laundry and the white clothes came out pink? WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO DO FIX THIS?! Oh, you... just needed him to grab something off the top shelf for you.

Horangi - Also did some shit. Is unapologetic about it. Hits you with a nonchalant, "Yeah?"

Graves - STAYS IN SOME SHIT, OKAY? Saunters in like the smug bastard he is. Smirks and winks at you. "Haven't heard that name in a while, darlin'. What's your fancy?"

Valeria - Pulls a Uno Reverse and calls you by your full government name. Wait―

[luveline]

dad!eddie taking care of you after a fainting spell? and hugs from both munsons please ♡♡ tysm

dad!eddie x reader my love <3 not quite a fainting spell but he takes care of you after a shock!! (almost step mom!reader) 2k

Eddie's daughter, Roan, is screaming from the very top of her lungs. You shoot up in bed, your heart racketeering out of your chest, just begging to burst you open and have you dropping dead right there in the bedroom as you shoot onto your feet. You rush to the top of the stairs, and the closer you get the more distinguishable her words are. 

"We will ROCK!" she's shouting, accompanied by punctuating metallic thuds, wooden spoons against pots and pans. "Because that is what rockstars do! Hold on to your SOCKS!" 

Eddie chuckles from somewhere near her, though through his laughter he says, "Ro! You'll wake Y/N up, baby, you can't be shouting!" 

"She needs to get up already it is nearly the afternoon," she says, with a fierceness only harmed by her disjointed pronunciation. 

"But she was up last night with you, you meanie," Eddie says. 

Roan bangs a pot. "Dad, it's not nice to call people names. You'll give them a col- a compel- a complex," she insists. 

"It's not nice to wake people up when they're sleeping." 

"You wake me up every day." 

You make your way down the stairs as they talk, your heart thud thud thudding against your ribs even though the danger you'd imagined is firmly non-existent. 

"And you keep me up at night. Wanna call it even?" Eddie's asking her. 

You walk past the front door and turn down the hall leading to the kitchen. Roan is sitting on the kitchen floor surrounded by all your pots, and Eddie's sitting at the small dining table with a mug between his hands. He's looking at you before you make it into the kitchen. He must've heard your steps down the stairs. 

"Hey, what's with the face?" he asks. "Are you alright?" 

Are you? Your heart is pounding still, it won't slow down, and your head feels heavy like all the blood has rushed and stayed there. You turn your face to Roan on the floor, in her darling, purple silk pyjamas, her hair nicely brushed. Eddie's bathed her and changed her: last night she looked like a wreck, cotton jammies stained with milk dribbles and melted chocolate chips, her hair a frizzy halo. 

"Roan," you say, "are you okay?" 

"I'm rockin'!" she cheers. She stretches a little foot your way, frilly socks to the ankle. 

"Hey," Eddie says gently, standing up from his chair, coffee mug set aside. He crosses the kitchen, stepping carefully over Roan and her drumset, an expression you've never seen before on his face. "What's the matter?" he asks, hushed, his face hidden from Roan's view. 

"Nothing, I–" Your head throbs with a sharp pain, an ache behind your eye socket. You duck your head. "I don't know what's wrong," you admit. 

"Hey, hey, hey," he says, still so gently. "It's okay. You're okay. Come and sit, okay? I got you." 

You cover your eyes with your hand. Eddie leads you swiftly to a chair in the kitchen, pushing you into it by your shoulders. 

"Roan, baby," he says, "do daddy the biggest favour in the world, yeah? Will you go and get that big fluffy blanket from the living room?"

"It's so heavy," she says dubiously. 

"Drag it, baby." 

Roan jumps up to leave, accidentally kicking one of her drums as she goes. The sound is like an ice pick right into your soft brain. 

"Hey," Eddie murmurs, running a cautious hand down your back. He's bent awkwardly, trying to meet your eyes. "What's wrong, babe? Are you faint?" 

"I don't know what happened. I heard the shouting," you say, licking your lips. "I thought something happened, so I got up, and I realised it was just her having fun but my heart won't stop." 

Eddie puts his hand down your shirt without comment. It's big and warm, covering the top of your breast methodically. His thumb rubs at your collar, one slow steady line. 

"Take a deep breath, baby. It's not too fast right now."

"Sorry," you say, and maybe you're freaking out more than you thought 'cause his comfort makes your eyes water, your apology strangled and weak. 

He shushes you. You'd feel guilty for making him worry if you weren't so conscious of your aching head. 

"It's okay. She's fine, she was shouting about making music like I used to. Roan's okay, and you're okay." His hand presses firmer to your chest. 

"I know, I'm sorry." 

He wipes your tears before they can fall. He isn't as gentle as he usually would be, the few times you've cried in front of him marked by the lightest of touches, and that's your only clue that he's panicked too. 

Roan moans and grumbles as she pulls the blanket into the kitchen, having carried it across the back of her shoulders, a length of it falling into her eyes. 

"It's sooo heavy, daddy," she says. 

"And you're soooo strong." He holds your eyes for a second, an unspoken promise that he's not going anywhere for long. 

He turns to Roan and pulls the blanket off of her head. He kisses the top of her head twice, says, "Thank you muchly," in his Animal voice to make her giggle. 

You don't realise you're shivering until he's wrapped the blanket over your thighs and around your sides. He tucks it between your back and the back of the chair to keep it up, and he stays squatting in front of you with a searching gaze. 

"You're okay." He waits for you to respond with nothing but patience in his eyes. "Hey," he says, tone infused with lightness, hand rubbing roughly at your covered thighs, "it happens to me. It used to happen to me all the time, when she started walking and she'd get out of bed by herself in the mornings before I was awake, she'd climb and she'd– she'd fall." He laughs happily. "She got hurt sometimes and I hated myself. But I got better at knowing when she was up, my amazing dad senses would kick in. I'd get an itchy arm in my sleep and I'd know she was doing something she shouldn't be doing. I think you got a couple of years worth of that all in one go." 

You exhale hard, your head falling toward his. Your foreheads smush together none too gently, but he doesn't say a word after that. He curls his hands behind your neck. 

"What's wrong?" Roan asks quietly. 

Eddie gives your neck a squeeze. "Nothing," he says, leaning back. Roan's looking at you both with a concern too old for her face. 

"You guys look 'spicious. Are you having the bad head ache again?" she whispers. 

"A little bit," you tell her, not really lying.

"Sorry, was it my music?" 

"No. No, princess, it wasn't your music. I woke up with it." 

Eddie licks his lips. He sits down on the floor from his squatting position, hand around your ankle, and doesn't have to beckon for her. Roan drops into his lap and gets immediately hugged to his chest. 

"It's not your fault, but when we were shouting we woke her up, and she thought something bad happened," he explains. 

"Oh. Sorry." 

"No," you say quickly. 

"It's alright," Eddie seconds. "It's nice to say sorry when we make mistakes, but you didn't mean to, and it's not your fault that it scared her, you know? I just want you to know what's wrong." 

"It wasn't you, Roanie," you say, frowning at her crestfallen expression. "Promise. Pinky promise." 

You hold out your pinkie. Roan takes it. You shake your joined little fingers together gently. 

"Well, I won't play any music again," she says. 

"Maybe not for now," Eddie agrees. "But if her headache goes away quick then we can play tonight. Maybe we'll do karaoke!" 

"Yes," she says, though she goes shy, and turns around in Eddie's arms to wrap herself around his neck. Her face dissapears into his long hair. She whispers something you can't hear. 

Eddie lets go of your ankle to pull her in tightly, his hand big enough to cover the majority of her small back. 

"I'm not mad at you," he says, like he's answering a question. 

"I didn't mean to make her feel sick," she whispers. 

"You didn't. It's just a shock sometimes, hearing big noises when you're sleeping. Like when you fell down the step outside of Uncle Wayne's trailer last week. You remember how weird that felt? You didn't hurt yourself, but you were scared. It's like that." 

"Oh, right." 

Roan pulls away from her dad and moves to stand up, but she changes her mind and gives him a quick second hug before she does. Then she climbs off of his lap and turns on the spot to you, her puppy dog eyes wide and soft at the edges, her eyebrows pulled up at the starts. She looks so much like her dad.

"Is it a dark headache or a light one?" she asks. 

You blink at her. "Um…" 

"'Cos sometimes you turn the lights off. Dad can put the shutters down." 

"Oh," you laugh. "No, babe, it's not that bad. The lights need to stay on, anyway, so I can see your beautiful, gorgeous face." You push a curl behind her ear. The older she gets, the straighter her hair becomes, like the weight of it is pulling it down. The ends curls up still, and it looks lovely when it's freshly washed like this. 

"You're beautifuler," Roan says, blushing at the attention. 

"No way, you're the most gaw-juss girl in the world." Prettiest, loveliest, smartest. Isn't that why you'd been as terrified as you were, worrying something bad happened to her? 

"Isn't she prettiest?" you ask Eddie. 

"Why do you girls do this? You have arguments and then I end up in trouble. If I say it's Roan, you'll punch my guts, and if I say it's you you'll both punch my guts. Either way, I get a gut punch and you guys make me grovel." 

"So choose the right one," you say, easing your hands under Roans armpits. 

You pull her into your lap and twist her so you can put your chin over her head. Your eye still aches with a constant shooting pain, but it’s not so bad, and Roan's nice-smelling hair and tiny fingers petting your arm makes it manageable. 

"No. I refuse to choose."

"So neither of us are pretty?" you ask lazily, hiding your face in Roan's downy hair. 

He gasps. Roan gasps. He knows you've set him up and he flicks your ankle. It's code for I'll get you back. 

"Dad, we are pretty!" 

"I know you are! I never ever said you weren't, mom's setting me up!" 

You beam. Mom, interchangeable to both of them with your name, not always used, is a delight to hear. You certainly feel like her mom when you're having conniptions over her safety. 

"No," Roan says loudly. You tamp down a wince. "Mom's sick, you're settling up yourself!" 

Eddie grabs your ankle again, his fingertips breaching the cuff of your sweatpants to feel your calf. 

"You're both equally gorgeous. Now don't ask me again, I need to make breakfast." 

"Okay," Roan says, turning in your lap to push her face against your collar. "Make breakfast. We are hungry." 

You look down at her with a bunch of different feelings. Happy she's alright, entertained by her delivery even if she doesn't mean to sound so deadpan funny. And astonished, most of all, that she loves you. That they love you.

Eddie kisses the top of your head. "Feel better?" he asks. 

"Yeah," you say. You feel much better now. 

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more eddie and roan ♡ pls reblog if u enjoyed love u!!

[florencetypemaniacs]

How would the ROs react if their MC is a very affectionate person and they suddenly stop? Because someone told them that they are very annoying

💛 Marcel 

Marcel would try to handle this as delicately as possible when he first noticed it. He knows that relationships go through stages and wouldn't want you to feel like you were in the wrong for not being as affectionate as before, but he would miss it. 

I could see him trying to test the waters with his affection, wanting to know what you were okay with, which would bring up a conversation about what you were comfortable with. 

When he hears about what that person said, he is already shaking his head.

 "Don't listen to them. They don't know our relationship or us. Let us decide what is best for us, and what is best for me is for you to be yourself." Marcel said. "I don't need anyone telling you how to feel or how to act when everything you do is perfect." 

🧡 Margaret 

Margaret would notice that since she is also a very affectionate person, she would try and do the same, thinking that something was wrong with her. 

I think that you both would stew in angst and miscommunication until Marcel, Camila, or even your Aunt Zinnia made you confess what was going on before the relationship got too bad. 

When Margaret hears what that horrible woman said, she won't be able to stop herself from giving you comfort with sweet touches and words of her own. 

"I love you. This week has been miserable without your soothing touches." Margaret pouts. "Please don't stop." 

❤️ Owen

Yeah, to hell with that. Owen isn't that big on public displays, but the moment you stopped, he would find that he missed it. Especially in private. 

So Owen would grab you and hold you in his lap, asking you what was wrong the moment he saw your personality change. 

When the redhead finds out the reason you are acting strange, he will shake his head in disgust. 

"That bloody bastard. Ye listen here lass/lad/duck, I don't give a mules ass what that bastard said, I want anything you will offer me." He said it, his voice softening at the very end. "The kisses, tender words, and especially the love." 

💙 Rosemary

She could sense something was wrong from a mile away. You would be able to feel her eyes on you as you hesitated to show any kind of affection. 

Rosemary would swallow down the anxiety of you getting bored because you weren't like that. 

You loved her. 

Gently creasing your cheek. "Tell me, what's the matter? Why aren't you your usual affectionate self?" 

When you finally tell her, Rosemary is at a loss for words; she wants to walk out that door and find whoever said those lies to you. 

Rosemary shook her head, kissing you lightly. "I have spent my whole life wanting to feel someone's love and kindness, so don't you dare take that away from me, dollface/angel face/handsome because no good storyteller wants to stick their nose where it doesn't belong." 

🩵 Tai

Would think you were mad at him for something and try to figure out what. How could you withhold his kisses?! What evil thing did he do? 

In the end, when he couldn't figure it out, he had to ask you, and when he found out, he couldn't help but clench his fist, starting to pace. 

"That absolute imbecile." Tai would curse them out for a few minutes before looking at you with all seriousness. 

"Wipe those thoughts from your mind. They are all false. Your affection isn't unwanted. Not by me. Not ever." 

💚 Zane 

The minute this happens, Zane will know and not be happy. First off, Zane likes a routine, especially if you're affectionate for him (something he craves like a madman) goes away. He would not be able to stop himself from right out asking what was wrong. 

When he hears why you aren't being affectionate to him, he will grip your chin. "Listen to me, little lion, the moment I stop craving your love, strike me down where I stand for that is not me." 

The next thing you know, Zane is hunting this person down to give him peace of mind. 

[miasmaghoul]

Could I tempt you into writing #18 for my guiltiest pleasure, Dewrora?

(who are we kidding i'm not guilty about it at all)

"I wanna go again," Aurora chirps as she straddles his waist, bright and excited. She's pink in the face from their last round, Dew's load dribbling still down her chest and catching on the bejeweled barbells threaded through her nipples. He licks his lips at the sight, tastes the remnants her cherry chapstick. "Can we?"

The little ghoulette plants her hands in the center of his chest and rolls her hips, and the slick sensation of her cunt gliding over his skin makes Dew's eyelids flutter. He grips her thighs, gives them a nice squeeze.

"'Course," he rasps, smoothing hot palms up her sides. Dew cups her messy little tits, groaning as he smears pearly stripes with his thumbs. She leans into it with an unabashed moan, and Dew's not yet soft cock gives a feeble twitch. It's barely been a minute since she soaked his sheets and demanded to see him squirt too. It may not be very long, but even ghouls have a refractory period. "But you gotta give a guy a minute, Ro."

Aurora pouts down at him, all flushed cheeks and frazzled curls, and she makes an indignant little hmph sound. Dew's too distracted by fingerpainting the gentle swell of her chest to see the glimmer in her eye, though.

"No fair," she complains, giving his nipple rings a tug that makes Dew wince in the best way. "Even Aeon never makes me wait."

Dew's hands go still, his eyes narrow, and Aurora ducks her head to hide her smirk.

"What was that?"

Maybe it's a little mean, a little manipulative. Maybe even more than a little - but Dew'd just so easy like this, how could she resist a little tease?

"Maybe you're getting old," she shrugs, tinged with a playful cruelty she's picked up from watching Rain. Aurora sighs, pushing herself up like she's going to leave. "If I knew you were only good for one ride, I wouldn't have bothered."

It takes all of half a second for Dew to bodily flip them, to pin her to the mattress with one hand on her throat. Not squeezing, but still a threat. Aurora grabs his arm, polished nails digging little half moons into his skin, and the way he snarls shoots through her like lightning. Dew leans down until they're nose to nose, eyes hard, and the ghoulette really has to fight the gleeful grin trying to stretch her lips.

He's just so easy.

"Watch your fuckin' mouth," he breathes, the words flowing hot over her skin, and she knows she has him.

Dew's other hand grips her thigh with bruising force, makes her heart skip against her ribs when he forces it up and the knee to get her nice and exposed. He holds it there with his elbow, nails dragging firm up her inner thigh and leaving deep red trials in their wake. They stop at the apex, long fingers spread in a vee around her swollen, throbbing clit, and the smile Aurora's been fighting can't be held back any longer.

"Make me," she taunts, the tip of her tongue caught between her fangs, and oh how Dewdrop growls.

He gives her cunt a firm spank for her trouble, one that makes her squeak, and when he shoves two fingers unceremoniously inside Aurora couldn't be happier.

Swiss was right - Dew's fun when he's angry.

[13leaguestories]

Superstition ROs reaction to Roe calling them by their full name like a mom about to scold their children over something

Chris: Immediately think he did something wrong and even after you say that you were just joking he still think you're pissed at him.

Sydero: "How the fuck do you even know my full name?"

Zillah: You don't know his real name. HA!

Rahim: "Never say that again. I don't care that it's my name."

Amari: If her human ears could actually be pinned down and back like dogs, they would. She even ducks her head.

Chanara: "The fuck you want?" Power move, she says your full name right back at you.

[burning-academia-if]

How do you think the RO's would react to the MC giving them bedroom eyes from across a room, maybe at a meeting/ party?

Rook: He probably doesn't even want to be there, and when he catches your gaze, he decides the two of you can skip. He excuses himself and grins at you as he approaches, "Feel like ditching with me?" He knows the answer, and the look in his eyes mirror your own

Beck: He notices it, but he keeps the current conversation he has going until it's natural conclusion. When it's over, he looks at you with a smile, showing you just how much he's aware of the look you're giving him. Still, he doesn't approach you, but he gives an incline of his head. If you want him, you're going to have to come and get him.

Rhea: She's mid-conversation with someone important to the school or board or whoever, when she glances to the side and catches the look you're giving her. To anyone else, it looks like a regular glance, but you sense the slight way she tenses up. The conversation doesn't last much longer before she comes to you, "Later" she whispers in promise, hand squeezing yours before she's pulled away by someone else again.

Zoe: They're oblivious to it at first. It isn't until they finally have a moment that they look for you and you look at them at the same time. They don't hide the way they're flustered, quickly ducking their head away. People around them mumble if they're ok and they mumble something about needing a break. They come up to you a few minutes later, "You're...very distracting you know." They glance from your eyes down to your lips, and away again. "And I...don't need to stay here much longer."

Lars: He senses the look you're giving him, but he hardly even glances in your direction. He goes about busy, talking to the people he needs to talk to, and when he circles back around to you, he takes you by the wrist and pulls you so you're both just out of view, mouth dipping to yours. You're pressed against the wall, gasping when he pulls away, "You're reward for being patient. You still need to wait a while longer." He leaves you there before you process what happened.

???: They don't waste a moment to excuse themself, and it's especially easy for them to pull you away. Their kissing you the moment the two of you are alone, feather light kisses, whispering against you, "You could have just come to me instead of looking so longingly by yourself."

[oneknightstand-if]

If the MC were to faint in front of them from exhaustion, how would the ROs react?

Merlin: ( ,,⩌'︿'⩌,,) Mortals are going to mortal, aren't they? I warned that one that they should be resting more. *also now you're floating*

Adrian: *has caught the MC before they hit the ground and is now carrying them around -- maybe in an actual princess carry this time! -- while fussing*

Arthur: *caught the MC before they hit the ground, checked vitals, stabilized them, assessed the lack of proper healers, and now has Merlin floating them around*

Percy: *looks back and calls out to everyone else* Hey, ${MC} is dead!

4̴0̸4̸ ̶E̷r̸r̸o̵r̴ ̵N̶o̴t̵ ̸F̷o̴u̴n̷d̵: [Oh boy I hope you progressed the relationship far enough before trying this otherwise the MC ain't waking up again]

Cassandra: *Coincidentally there just so happened to be a cushion exactly where the MC landed to break their fall. MC groggily recovers pretty fast and can walk around on their own 2 feet thankyouverymuch.*

Gwen: *FLUSTERING WILDLY*

Vivian: *MC ain't waking up in the same spot where they fainted*

Lorelei: *caught the MC before they hit the ground, checked vitals, stabilized them, and is now dragging an impromptu triage stretcher behind her because she sure doesn't trust Merlin with this*

Merlin: ( ,,⩌'︿'⩌,,) Floating is still better. I could also turn them into a duck, that'd make them easier to carry, right? Arthur: Merlin, transforming people into fowl does not help as much as you think it does!

Broderick: *has also caught the MC before they hit the ground and is carrying them around... while grumbling a lot*

[wings-of-ink]

Ask Things!

Hey everyone, just a word (well, okay, several) on Asks. I've really been enjoying all your questions and scenarios! They're a lot of fun for me to sort of see my characters a little more fully in different lights.

That said, I think I will pause answering some of them temporarily. I really would like to finish Chapter 3 before the end of April so I can post it for the Amare Games Festival. I had originally aspired to getting both 3 & 4 done for that (and they really had ought to go together), but it likely won't happen the way I want. I've got things cooking in my personal life like everyone (just little things and not all bad, but they add up), which leave me pretty exhausted by the evenings. I write the most the few hours I have before I go to sleep.

Maybe I am an odd duck, but I like to actually sit with most of your Asks and chew on them for a while (metaphorically, I'm not nibbling at my laptop - yet). If I get a few, I find myself losing track of time when I really should be working on the next chapter.

So, for now, I've decided to pause Asks that are more than just maybe a paragraph worth of response. Things like the RO reactions/responses or hypothetical scenarios, etc...

If you have a quicker question or error report or a comment, go ahead and send those to me. If I get any asks that will be a bit too long, I will likely sit on them (like a dragon hoarding gold). I don't want to delete them, but if I end up with a lot I will have to. So, if you come up with something, try to hang on to it for me (save it in your phone notes or something). When Ch 3 comes out, you may very well have more questions, lol.

I will keep accepting all Asks through the end of Friday the 5th of April.

I won't set a time on it, since I think some of you are awake while I am definitely not, lol. Just don't flood me, please.

Take care of yourselves, my friends! I'll still try to post here and there so you know I'm kicking around even if you're not seeing Ask responses floating by.

~Lunan

[f1-disaster-bi]

"You know we will actually have to go and book padel now because of what you said"

Max grinned as he popped his head out of the hotel room bathroom to look at Lando. The other wasn't looking at him. He was busy setting up Max’s streaming gear so he could do his 24 hour sim-race in a while.

"Mate, you're the one who said you'd book it", Max laughed, ducking back into the bathroom as a balled up hoodie was launched in his direction.

"You're the one that opened their big mouth, asshole", Lando raised his voice so Max would still be able to hear him, "Now people will expect pictures because you're also the one that suggested padel as our date night code word"

Max couldn't help but laugh at that because it was true.

He'd found it funny at the time. They hadn't really needed a code word for their date nights. Mainly because their date nights consisted of them staying in and gaming or watching movies and cheating on their diets. He'd just thought it would be an easy way to discuss plans while in the paddock and it worked. They'd been seen playing padel multiple times with others by now, and no one would bat an eye at it.

"Maybe I just wanted an excuse to get you all hot and sweaty", Max smirked as he ducked back into the room, narrowly avoiding yet another hoodie being flung his way.

Lando was glaring at him from where he was sitting in Max’s chair. Everything was set up around him, and the younger man was just resting, watching Max with his glare and a raised eyebrow.

"If you hadn't signed up for this stream we could be getting hot and sweaty right now to celebrate quali", Lando grumbled as Max walked over and leaned down to kiss his forehead, "But no, I have to wank alone in the shower like I'm frickin' sad and horny"

Max snorted at that as he stood behind the chair to look down at Lando who was now pouting up at him.

"Mate, you are sad and horny"

That earned him an offended sound, and when Lando tried ro get uo, he held him in place in the chair with hands in his shoulder and a kiss to his temple.

"Fuckin' rude"

"Don't be a dick"

"You're a dick", Lando muttered but he was smiling when Max leaned down to kiss him softly.

"You like when I'm a dick", Max mumbled back before his phone was going off, signalling he needed to settle in and start streaming soon.

He almost asked Lando to stay when the other sighed and pressed a kiss to his cheek but he knew they couldn't do that. Not here where Lando would be so restricted and unable to do anything when he should be resting for his own race tomorrow.

So Max just stole another kiss after the other had stood up, and promised him they'd have all the time in the world to celebrate after tomorrow and before Monaco.

Lando had grumbled in agreement, but left without a fuss despite them both wishing he could stay.

As Max settled into his set up and booted everything up, he couldn't help but smile when he noticed a familiar name popping up in the comments of the stream. One that only he and Lando knew, and it made everything a little better to know that Lando was watching.

[uroboros-if]

I just saw the ask about giving the ros flowers where Ciocana's withered, that's so sad for them :( Is it only fresh flowers that wither when they touch them? How would they feel if, after seeing that, the mc made them paper flowers or crochet flowers (some kind of non flower flower) so that they could actually keep them?

🥹🥹🥹 dhdkkdksjnd oh my god

CIOCANA would first insist they don't touch the flowers, if it isn't immediately obvious they're not real--MC, trust them, they won't last very long. Eventually, they try to prove their point by placing a finger on a petal... and then go still.

They watch it intently, waiting for it to shrivel and fall away. It doesn't.

They carefully gather the flowers from you gently, afraid of what would happen if they held too tight.

You don't have to explain; they come to the realization on their own. They hold it to their chest and feel the petals underneath their fingers. Even if it's constructed amateurishly or feels unconvincing, the gleam of wonder is evident in their dark eyes. They're beautiful.

They admire and feel the flowers for a little longer, before they duck their head and pretend they're not wiping the moisture in their eyes. They then grin up at you and declare that you're quite the romantic. Are they sure they can keep it? Because they're not handing it back, or to anyone, ever. They're keeping this forever.

(Gift giving between gods is very intimate, and Ciocana has hardly received any from any of the deities. Probably the first time!)

But 😭😭😭😭 waaa thank you so much for such a sweet ask!!!

[betasuppe]

& ok tagged by both @itz-darktrax & @betlegast so let's give it a go!

3 fave ships: [I'm going with my oc x canon ships & YA CAN'T STOP ME!!] Flint & Rinzler, Mina & Emmet, & Kei & Obake OF COURSE♡♡♡

First EVER ship: Oh god uhhh... I think truly? The first ship I ever cared about was ObaCass or GarmaKoko, as crazy as that is??

Last song played: BOOMBAYAH by BLACKPINK

Currently reading: a TON of norwegian Donald Duck comics that I've been stockpiling & haven't made time to read yet lol

Currently watching: Amphibia [AGAIN because it's only my favorite cartoon of all time nbd...]

Currently consuming: Coca Cola on an otherwise empty stomach oh yeahhhhhhhh

Currently craving: A hug & kiss uwu... BUT if you're talking food, I have a Buffalo chicken dip in the fridge I'm yanking out asap once I'm downstairs lol

& here, only gonna tag a few peeps, if you guys wanna continue the thread: @wolfjackle @the-writer-nerd-ro @sublimeasteland @insanely-creative-things @dinogaby @greensword101 & anyone else interested??

[sentience-if]

Modern day? Au where RO and io go hang at the amusement park. Which ride is most preferred by each RO and what's their least favorite?

val: Loves the dart and balloon game. and the throwing balls at bottles game. and the duck hunter game. all the games, really. Val can probably tell you exactly how every carnival game is rigged to be more difficult than it should be. if there's pig races, they're betting their entire month's paycheck on the cutest pig

Ira: got sick after one roller coaster (too much cotton candy) but won't stop going on the swing ride. every time u turn around they're up there wiggling their feet in the air. also loves the merry-go-round mostly just for the aesthetic

Klaus: unsettlingly good at the hall of mirrors, navigating it in record time and making no mistakes. like what the fuck man. obsessed with the booth games where you race little ducks or horses or whatever. accidentally pisses off the fortune teller

connie: will have to be coerced onto any ride; frankly it's a miracle you got them to the park in the first place. but if you're careful, you can goad them into taking on the mechanical bull. will win you one, ONE, prize if you ask nicely

Kat: no coasters, no thrill rides. bumper cars is all that matters. she'll find a way to bribe the ride operator to let her take over the entire ride so you can duel her one on one. it's terrifying, it's impressive, she's violating the geneva convention, someone's losing a tooth

[leo-interactive-fiction]

Playing Triaina Academy, my MC has no chill and wants to shout their love from the rooftops.

So, I gotta ask how the ROs would react to MC bragging to everyone available that they got the bestest partner to ever exist.

Thank you for reading haha. I'm sure there are plenty who can relate to your MCs plight. Let's see...

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E quickly hops up behind you as you open your mouth once more, putting their hands over it before you can let loose another tyraid about the incomparable cuteness of your beloved neighbor.

"T-Thats fine! That's good! I think they get it! I-Its almost time for dinner, we should leave! Now!"

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R smiles contentedly as they listen in on your boastful celebration, chuckling quietly to themselves, "It almost feels wasteful, to see so much excitement for someone as undeserving as me...I suppose I will have some large expectations to live up to."

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L ducks away from the room as you make your excited announcements, fanning the heat from their face as they overhear your bragging. They can't help but smile to themselves as you talk of their superiority. "Oh, MC...if only I could find words worthy of you, I would return your praise tenfold...One day, I shall..."

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V shifts their body uncomfortably as attention begins shifting onto them. They stare back at the pairs of eyes turning to them, a hand already hovering over the grip of their handgun. "Vacate the premises, before you become an obstruction to the commander.

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Before you can get to the second phrase of your prepared speech on the greatness of tsunderes, a hand has already palmed your skull with enough pressure to turn a walnut to dust, dragging you outside. "What the hell do you think you're telling people? Are you that desperate to dive into your grave, dumbass? Because you're already 5 fucking feet deep, and my foot in your skull will be the last one you need."

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M takes your boasts a step further, giving credence to your talk with a soft kiss in front of everyone. What the crowd doesn't witness is M's heated whispering in your ear, or their listful bedroom eyes, "If you're...that...excited...I can help...solve that...for you...you know...someplace...less crowded..."

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Unfortunately, Raven had already made their rounds announcing their newfound, loving relationship with a bond that will never be broken as long as they live. When you try to give your boasts, they seem almost scared. Raven appears, waving off your confusion.

"No worries, my love! I just got a little...carried away! I was just so happy! But some people tried to ruin the occasion...you understand, don't you? I think it was just a little accident!"

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S throws an arm over your shoulders, pulling you into a rambunctious side hug while in the middle of your confession, "Ya'll here that? This guy says I'm the best! Ya know what I say to that? I'd say there ain't no one I'd rather have watchin' my back. How about a toast, to good times, and better friends! Cheers!" The entire bar follows suit, cheering happily as you sink deeper into the depressive realization that this friend zone may be inescapable.

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F folds their arms, staring an intense hole into you. The silence between you creates an oppressive atmosphere until they speak.

"Do you understand the fragility of the situation you've caused? Is there any sense in your head, of the target you paint on your back? Do you have any idea..." F pauses, composing the shaking in their hands and providing themselves a moment to breathe deep. Their voice is quiet and defeated, "Do you have any idea what the depth of the loss would be, should the worst come to pass due to your recklessness? Think, you fool."

----- thank ya for the ask! I hope you enjoyed reading haha

[florencetypemaniacs]

Ros walking into the kitchen and seeing mc in just their undies/boxers and just making coffee while still being half asleep. How would they react?

(Dating stage also maybe a lil ✨️spice✨️if comfortable with it)

⚠️ Mild NSFW

💛 Marcel

Marcel would stop when he saw you it felt so right....he didn't know how else to explain it but you standing there in the soft kitchen light made his heart flutter

Your boyfriend didn't waste anytime before kissing the back of your head.

"I love you," Marcel whispered in your ear making you smile as you turned around, now wide awake even without the coffee.

"I love you too." You said back, a soft blush on your cheeks which only made you more beautiful in Marcel's eyes.

"I want to wake up beside you every day," Marcel said, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing your fingertips.

Your face felt like it was about to split open with how big you were grinning. "I'm sure we can arrange that."

🧡 Margaret

You almost dropped your cup of coffee when you heard a squeal, you twirled your to find Margaret with a hand over her mouth but her eyes gleeful. "You're radiant."

You tried to get your head around Margaret's outburst as she put her arms around you, giving you a peck on the nose.

You were still wearing your sleepwear, your hair not brushed, and your face not washed you shook your head. "I look like a hot mess."

Margaret gasped as if you offended her. "You look amazing! I always think you look amazing even when you're not half naked." Margaret said, rambling a little. "And you making coffee that means you feel comfortable with me which is so good."

You blushed a little at Margaret's confession. "Of course, I feel comfortable with you Margaret. How could I not?"

Margaret grinned from ear to ear, a blush coating her cheeks as he bounced a little on her toes. "How about some breakfast?"

You mentally winced at the burnt smell that was yet to fill the room but your heart melted at Margaret's need to want to make you feel loved.

"How about I help you make breakfast?"

"Deal!"

❤️ Owen

Owen watched you from the doorway, his eyes trained on your body.

"If this pretty picture is going to be in my kitchen every time I wake up I don't think I would be able to sleep."

You whirled around, the sleep leaving your eyes as you looked down at yourself, seeing that you had fewer clothes than usual when you left Owen's bedroom. "I'm sorry I was just making some coffee but I can go get dressed."

Owen stepped closer, his hands on both sides of your body, making you feel like a trapped animal but the look in Owen's eye didn't make you shiver in fear but something else.

"Bloody hell, Lass/Duck/lad...all I want to do is kiss you," Owen said in a gruff voice.

When you leaned forward and opened your mouth only slightly that was all Owen needed before he was kissing you roughly, his hands finding the inside of your underwear making you moan and Owen's started sucking your neck.

"I could get used to this, lass/duck/lad," Owen said as he started to get on his knees.

💙 Rosemary

Rosemary watched you, her body still and tense. You were making coffee it was so domestic and a small part of her that she thought was dead wanted to dance around the room.

But the majority of her wanted to bolt out the door because she knew what came after the soft touches and sweet words especially when they felt at home enough to make coffee in such a radiant state. She knew that the pain would quickly follow and the soft touches would start to bruise her body.

Rosemary shook her head. No you weren't like that. You were better. You were hers. She was yours. You loved her.

But didn't he say the same thing?

You turned around and Rosemary stayed still, watching you.

A lazy smile spread across your face. "You want me to make you some coffee?"

All the fear that Rosemary was having washed away. This was you. You would never hurt or force her to do anything.

Rosemary walked towards you, catching you by surprise when she kissed you deep and soft, letting a sly smile cross her face when she pulled back and you had a far-off look in your eye.

"What was that for?" You asked, still in a daze.

"For being you."

🩵 Tai

Tai was a creature of habit. He usually started the morning by Getting up or in his case leaving his office and making a healthy breakfast before heading to the clinic. So when things were out of order it made him irritated and itching to make everything the way it was supposed to be.

But when he left for his office, thinking you were still sound asleep in his bed, this morning to see you standing in the kitchen, looking so at home in his own house he couldn't help but this to be a habit. To make this perfect picture part of his routine.

If only he could convince you.....

Tai grabbed your hand, making you jump a little only to relax when you saw Tai looking a little flustered.

"Sit down," Tai ordered making you frown in confusion.

"What? I was just putting a pot of coffee on sorry if I have overstepped"

Tai shook his head and got two cups out. "While it is deeply unhealthy to drink caffeine. I to indulge in the beverage, and you are allowed to help yourself to anything in the kitchen."

You sat down, watching as Tai started to pull out silverware and food from the fridge.

"What are you doing?"

Tai flipped through his cookbook. "Making breakfast I thought you would recognize the action of someone cooking, Oleander."

You rolled your eyes. "I see that you are cooking but why? Don't you have work?"

"I am my boss and I thought breakfast would be nice to share this morning and a thank you for putting a pot of coffee on."

You smiled and saw the little fidget in Tai's brow. He was nervous. He wanted you to stay.

With a soft smile, you got up. "Fine but I'm setting the table."

💚 Zane

It was weird. No, it was downright odd. When Zane started dating you, a lot changed for him and what he thought was normal was wrong. He knew that his childhood wasn't a happy or healthy one but he still was mind blown by situations like this.

For you to be naked wasn't something Zane was opposed to and kind of suspected when you two got moments alone together but to be making coffee like you were in a gleeful bliss. That this was normal made Zane's chest feel funny. Although it always felt funny being near you.

You were making coffee which meant you might drink it here, near Zane. Which meant you wanted to stay longer maybe even eat breakfast together like those couples on TV did.

It was all so.....nice.

"Zane?" You called pulling Zane out of his own thoughts as you looked at him a little concerned. "You alight? I called your name twice with no answer."

Zane tried to shake off your concern however the worry for him made his chest become tight. "Fine. What are you doing?"

You yawned and looked around the kitchen. "I was going to make us some breakfast but the fridge is empty."

Zane walked over to the cabinet and pulled out some cereal written on it in big letters "DO NOT EAT! ZANE'S PROPERTY" and threw it at you. "Here. Have some of this."

You glanced between the cereal and Zane. "You're letting me have some of your cereal?"

Zane got some chocolate milk out of the fridge and fixed him a glass. "You are going to need your energy for what I want to do with you."

[burning-academia-if]

Muahah!! You've been visited by a ghost of old IF ask past! I'm gonna bring back some iconic ones <3

So you know this scenario "MC asks whether or not they look pretty (gn) and RO finds out it's for a date"? Maybe I'm tweaking but I couldn't find it via search here i swear

BUT this is not the end!

What if MC seeing ROs reaction gently smiles at them and says: "Well, actually, it's for our date... If you'll have me"

Can we get poly reactions too? :3

teehee, thank you for your wonderful work dear author!

I answered the og ask here actually! Here's the variant version! Also I think you're the first person whose asked for poly reactions lol for the poly reacts assume the ROs have already had the feelings convo between them lol

Rook: He takes a breath, one wave of emotions replaced by another. He presses his lips together, every atom screaming in him to run away, but he can't. He couldn't deny how hard his heart twisted when you said you were going on a date. It isn't a good idea, he knows this. Yet, he can't stop himself, "...If you're fine with me."

Beck: He pauses for a moment, the faint wisp of disappointment fading and a smile blooming on his face. His voice is as gentle as yours, "Did you really think I'd say no to you?" He lets himself savor the moment, heart in bloom.

Rhea: She goes still, words failing her. Her hands still at where she'd been adjusting your shirt collar, and she's suddenly hyper aware of your warmth. Her eyes drift towards yours, and their just a little wide. Her voice is soft, "...Really?" She feels suspended in this moment with you.

Zoe: "...Huh?" Comes their intelligent response, brain trying to catch up after the initial stab of emotions. Them and you, on a date? Where would the two of you go, where do you want to go, what would it even be like- They put a halt to their racing thoughts as they realized they haven't given you a proper answer. They stumble over their words, "Y-yeah! I'd really like that!"

Lars: The initial annoyance at needing to appraise your date attire melts away to something unreadable. He stares at you hard, like he's expecting you to turn it into a joke or take it back. But there is nothing but sincerity plain on your face. He folds his arms across his chest, "Are you sure?" At your nod, he almost smiles, "Then let's go, then." He pulls you forward before you can protest.

???: They go still, the dark emotions like sludge in their bloodstream vanishing. They drift closer to you, voice quiet, "If I'll have you? MC, there are moments I think I was made for you." They stay a breath away, a question on their tongue. Is it just a date? Or do you have something more to confess. Perhaps it doesn't matter. For now, they'll just enjoy this.

Poly:

Rook/???: The Voice almost laughs, warm and bright, as they say "Both of us? I suppose we are bound together, aren't we?" When they reach for you, Rook steps forward as well, his eyes only on you, "Of course I'll have you." It's the most forward as ever been with you, especially in the realm of feelings. It's like the three of you fell into the inevitable.

Beck/Rook: Beck gives a soft smile, but he doesn't move towards you. Instead he practically pushes Rook forward, whispering something to him. You can't catch it, the faint "It's ok." Beck offers him. Rook frowns at him, before turning to you and saying, "If that's what you want." Beck's voice is a little teasing, "He means yes, obviously." Rook swats at him as he ducks away, a surprisingly warm atmosphere settling over you all.

Rhea & Zoe: "Oh! Darling, do you mean it?" Rhea presses her hands together, before nudging a shell shocked Zoe. They jump, clearly fighting for words. Rhea shakes her head at them, before saying with a smile matching your own, "We'll have you, always."

[oneknightstand-if]

How would the Ro's react if mc just waddled up to them as a talking duck? Like, Duck mc walks up and says, "...Don't ask." (Ridiculous ask I know, but I MUST know!)

Merlin: Intriguing. How are you speaking human words with those vocal cords? A glamour perhaps? (≖‿≖)

Adrian: Oh God, not again!

Arthur: *seems to be speaking from experience* I see... so that spell allows speech now.

Percy: [What? Everything is perfectly normal here.]

4̶0̶4̶ ̴E̶r̸r̶o̴r̶ ̴N̶o̷t̶ ̸F̶o̷u̸n̸d̷: [Insert Dead End Here]

Cassandra: *pulling out camera, voice-recorder, and notes* Do go on.

Gwen: [You're in her pocket now]

Vivian: [You're reenacting Swan Lake now. Including the part where you can't leave the Lake]

Lorelei: *sighs and goes on yet another Quest to turn you back*

Broderick: