#sorry this took a while i was so excited to get an ask i was like i have to go into research mode haha
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Building Each Other Up Pt. 2
Read Pt. 1 here.
Mark's POV
"Fuckkk," I muttered, flexing and feeling up my body and arms. The sensation of Shane being expelled from me, while surprising, actually felt really good—almost like a mental-only orgasm.
Shane, now in my body, was still sitting on the floor, looking up at me with wide, confused eyes. I took a moment to take it all in, before finally looking down at him.
"Shane, you okay?" I asked. “Or should I call you Mark now?” I said with a smile.
He blinked a few times, shaking his head as if to clear it. "What the hell just happened?" he asked, his voice—my voice—definitely a bit angry.
"I don't know, man. This is new for me too. I guess... I guess I pushed you out. Are you alright?" I said.
"No! Dude, what the fuck, why wouldn’t you get out?"
I raised my hands defensively. "I'm sorry, Shane. I didn’t mean to stay that long. I was just having such a good time training, and I wanted to help you out."
His eyes narrowed, frustration evident in his tone. "Well, that fucking sucked to be trapped inside my head for that long.”
"I know, I know," I said, my voice earnest. "I'm really sorry. I got carried away. It won't happen again."
"Okay, do we have any more of the potion on hand? Is that all we need to swap back, you think?" Shane asked, a hint of urgency in his voice.
"Wait, wait, hold on," I said quickly. "You're out now. Why don't we just stay like this for a little bit? I'll keep training in your body, and you can actually enjoy the time off rather than just being locked in your head."
He looked at me, still clearly annoyed but weighing his options. To swap back, he knew he would need to jump into my body and go through that whole process again. And who knows if he’d be able to actually force me out of this sexy body if I didn’t want to leave?
Shane sighed, running a hand through his—my—hair. "Okay," he relented. "But just a few days. And you better not pull any more stunts."
I grinned, trying to lighten the mood. "Scout's honor. Just a few days, I promise. And I’ll keep pushing hard at the gym to make sure you're in the best shape possible for the competition."
Before he could change his mind, I left the gym and walked out to my car and quickly took a few selfies.
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The next night, I invited Ali over. It had been over a week since we’d last met up, and I was excited to be able to fuck him without Shane being there—it felt more intimate.
I wasn’t entirely sure how Shane felt about the sex part of the arrangement. Usually, if I even hinted at the idea of hooking up with a guy, he’d retreat into his subconscious and not be a part of it. He didn’t have a problem with me doing it per se. I mean how could he, it was his idea first. But I just think he found the whole thing a bit weird to not be in control of. I kind of got off on that back in the day, but I respect that he doesn’t.
But now, this was going to be the third time I’d hooked up with Ali. Maybe Shane would have a problem with me hooking up with the same guy so consistently—he probably wouldn’t want to give Ali the wrong ideas about this body.
Well, the good thing at least is that I’ve only really been messaging Ali on Grindr so far. I had made a profile using Shane’s pics on my own phone so that I could keep the fun going even when I was out of it. I made sure to have a secret backlog of photos too. All that to say, there’s not a huge risk of Shane finding out.
When the doorbell rang, I opened the door to see Ali standing there, looking hotter than ever in his tank top, beads of sweat still glistening from his workout. I could tell he had come straight from the gym, and the sight of his toned muscles and confident stride sent a jolt of excitement through me.
"Hey," he greeted me with a warm smile as he stepped inside. "You look great."
"Thanks, you too," I replied, my eyes drinking in the sight of his fit, athletic body.
We made our way to the living room, and as we settled in, Ali turned to me with a thoughtful expression. "Hey, I was thinking... how about we go on an actual date tonight instead of jumping straight into the hookup?"
I was taken aback. A date? I couldn’t remember the last time I went on a no-kidding date. Usually, the hot bottoms Ali’s age didn’t give my old body that kind of chance. I was more just a fun older fantasy for them—a quick, no-strings-attached daddy thrill.
"An actual date?" I repeated, a mix of surprise and curiosity in my voice.
I hesitated for a moment, processing the words before saying, "Sure, why not? I’d like that."
We went downtown to a movie theater and watched the latest superhero movie. The place was packed, but we managed to get good seats near the back. About halfway through the movie, during a particularly quiet moment, Ali reached over and gently took my hand in his. I glanced over at him, and he gave me a shy smile. Sure we had already fucked, but something about the innocence of the gesture made my heart race.
Later, as the movie progressed, I decided to make a move of my own. I shifted my hand from his and placed it on his muscular thigh, rubbing it up and down. My large hand practically swallowed his thigh, making it look small in comparison. Ali turned to me and grinned, biting his lip.
When the credits rolled and the lights came up, we both stood and stretched, exchanging amused looks as we mimicked the superhero poses we’d just seen on screen. Damn that tank top left nothing to be desired as he flexed his biceps for me.
As we walked back to his place, we joked the whole way there.
"Damn, you're really funny," I said, nudging him playfully with my elbow.
"Thanks," he replied, his eyes twinkling. "I try."
When we reached his apartment building, I turned to him, feeling a bit reluctant to end the night. "I had a really nice time tonight. I really want to do this again sometime."
"Oh yeah, me too," Ali said with a grin. He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "But we aren't done yet." He opened the door and gestured for me to follow him up to his apartment.
I felt a thrill of excitement as I followed him inside. His apartment was cozy and stylish, and filled with cool travel memorabilia.
"So, what now?" I asked, leaning in closer.
Ali smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, we could start by picking up where we left off in the theater."
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I leaned in and kissed him, savoring the taste of his lips and the warmth of his body pressed against mine.
We have a seat on the couch, and Ali wastes no time straddling me. I grab both sides of his waist, guiding him as he grinds on me through our clothes. The friction is intoxicating, and I can feel my dick getting hard, pressing insistently against my jeans.
Ali's hands are all over my pecs, exploring the firm muscles beneath my shirt. "Take it off," he whispers, lifting the fabric and tossing it aside. "Flex for me."
I oblige quickly, flexing my chest muscles, watching his eyes light up with desire. He leans in, moving to the side to lick my hairy pits. He moans, "God, you smell so good."
I grab the back of his head, holding him there with a firm but reassuring grip. The sensation of his tongue against my skin is electric, sending shivers down my spine. Eventually, he lifts his head, his eyes glazed with lust. He stands up, strips down in front of me, and straddles my waist again. This time, he’s naked, and he starts rubbing his hard cock between my pecs.
The feel of his smooth skin and the sight of his cock sliding between my pecs almost makes me lose control right then and there. I’m already on the edge, and I haven’t even entered him yet.
Ali takes off my pants, his fingers grazing my thighs as he pulls them down. He positions himself over my cock, looking down at me with a mix of anticipation and desire.
"You ready, cutie?" I ask, my voice low and husky.
"Yes, sir," he replies, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Good boy," I tell him as he slowly starts to sit, taking in all of my manhood. The tightness and heat around my cock are almost too much to bear. He moves at his own pace, adjusting to my size, and I can see the concentration and pleasure on his face.
He finally settles down completely, and we both let out a groan of satisfaction. I grip his hips firmly, guiding his movements as he starts to ride me. The rhythm builds slowly at first, then faster, more urgent.
"Fuck, you feel so good," I murmur, my hands roaming over his body, caressing his skin.
Ali's hands are braced on my chest, his fingers digging into my muscles as he rides me. "You too, sir," he gasps, his head thrown back in pleasure. "Soooooo fucking good."
I thrust up into him, meeting his movements with powerful strokes. The intensity of the connection between us is overwhelming, and I know I won’t last much longer.
"Come for me," I urge him, my voice rough with need. "Come on, boy."
With a cry, Ali's body tenses, and he spills his load over my chest. The sight and feel of him coming is enough to push me over the edge, and I climax inside him, filling him with everything I’ve got.
We collapse together on the couch, breathing hard and spent. Ali rests his head on my chest, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him close.
"That was amazing," he says after a moment, his voice soft and content.
"Yeah, it was," I agree, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You were incredible."
He looks up at me with a smile. "So, when can we do this again?"
"Anytime you want," I reply, feeling a rush of happiness. "Anytime you want."
To be continued…
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Gone: Jason Todd x Fem! Reader
"Baby, wake up." The kiss pressed on your forehead soothing you awake, you're half asleep, he pulls you into his arms. "I'm going away for a little while okay, baby?" You snuggled into his arms. "Gonna miss you." He kissed your cheek. You mummer something on the lines of "gonna miss you more." Jason chuckled softly. "I love you." You smile leaning up to kiss his soft and a bit chapped lips. "I love you more." He mummers against your lips. He lays you down. "Go back to sleep, Kay?" You nod. "Don't be gone too long." He nods, slipping on his helmet. "I won't. 2 weeks, I promise." You hum, watching him jump out the window.
Jason Todd disappears alot, but it doesn't mean he doesn't miss you and it doesn't mean you miss him any less. You've been together 2 years, 3 in six months. You could barely contain yourself when the second week without him arrives but to your disappointment he doesn't arrive but he send flowers with a note that reads missions gonna take longer than i thought, maybe 2 weeks? i love you.
You miss his voice, his touch, his taste, his pretty lips, him. You miss him. Two weeks later, you wait for him again, propped up on the windowsill, with a cup of coffee, under a blanket. Alas you fall asleep, when you woke up you were in bed, the scrumptious smell of breakfast. You were excited to see him, rushing in the kitchen only to find it empty. "Jay?" You called out. "Baby?" You stumbled into the dining area. "Jas-" You stopped at the table, seeing the flowers, a note sticking out from the flowers beautifully set behind a plate of pancakes. You picked up the note reading it disappointedly. enjoy breakfast :) i'll be back in a month, promise. i love you.
Two months later and you haven't heard anything from him. Not a word. You missed him. You just wanted to know if he was alive, thinking about you as much as you were thinking about him. The house is too quiet, too empty. You wanted to know where he was.
You were propped on the couch reading a Jane Austen book when you got a knock on you're door. You didn't even attempt to get your hopes up. "Package and flower delivery for Miss. L/n." You sighed for it, took it closing the door. You searched the carnations for a note, nothing. You put them in a vase. You knew it was from him though. Red carnations were his favorite flower. You opened the package, nothing but a black hoodie and a red plushy. The hoodie smelt exactly like him. You drowned yourself in his hoodie, falling asleep holding the plushy.
Another two months and you were considering leaving the house for bit cause everything reminds you of him, sleeping in his side, buying his perfume so you could smell like him all the time. It wasn't exact but you could bare with it for a little while. This two months however there wasn't even an indication that he was alive.
The day six months arrived. Your anniversary. Midnight. You had enough. You wanted to be loved, you needed to love and you had so much love to give. Your stuff sat neatly in suitcases on top of the bed. You heard a soft thump on the floor, in the middle of writing a note to Jason. "Where you going, baby?" Tears stung at your eyes. You got up and walked to him. "Sorry for being away so long." Before he could say anything more, you hand came in contact with his face. It stung. Hurt. He deserved it though.
"Why the fuck would you do that to me?" You whispered, looking up at him, eyes red and puffy from crying. He didn't say anything after, neither did you though. You sighed, taking the suit cases off the bed, pulling them next to you. "So, is this it? Is this the end?" He asked, fists balled up, angry with himself. He knew he couldn't live without you. You bent down to open the suitcase. You didn't say anything for a whole minute, just ignored his presence and opened the closet door. "Y/n. Are we over?"
"Don't be fucking stupid, Jason." You started packing your stuff back in the closet. "If we were over, I would've left already." Jason smiled softly. "Nuh-uh. Don't smile at me, you stink."
"Ouch? I thought we were cool." He frowned playfully. "No, we are. You just smell extremely repulsing and you're full of mud." He nodded. "I agree, gimme a hug and a kiss."
"What? No." You turned to him seeing him gone. "Jason, I swear to Go- JASON PUT ME DOWN! You're making me dirty!"
He put you down slowly. "Great, now I have to shower too." You frowned. "You're so fucking lucky I love you." He paused, holy shit it felt so good to hear you say it again. "So, we gonna shower now? Or you want me to run us a bath?" He wanted to hear you say it again. "Bath... I love you." He muttered the last part. You kissed his cheek. "I love you too, honey. Now take off those dirty ass clothes off before I burn them off." He smiled. "I love you more."
"What are you playing, Mr. Todd?" He looked at you pleadingly. "Say it again, please."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"I love you more."
"I love you most." He cleared his throat. "Will you marry me?" You stopped in your tracks. "What?"
He swallowed. "I want to marry you, Y/n. Will you marry me?" You didn't say anything for a while, just stared at him, tears falling from your eyes. "I know you're extremely mad but i love you and want to mar-"
"Yes." You both didn't say anything for a while. "You said yes." He said. "I did." You spoke. You practically jumped in his arms. "I love you so much, Jason. Please don't ever do that again."
"Not even thinking 'bout leaving, princess. Never."
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୨୧ KISS IT BETTER?
୨୧ cw : tsundre!lee know, a guy being a creep, kissing, fluff, kinda angst, Han is the reader's older cousin, fem!reader, some petnames, overall soft
୨୧ requested : yes
You were practically vibrating with excitement when you got the job as Stray Kids' new manager. Eager to be around your cousin - Han - and hopefully make some money to help put yourself through college.
You made sure everything about you was perfect to greet the boys, although Han would definitely tease you for trying to look your best around him.
And you did look perfect, your hair was curled, your nails were painted a nudeish-pink, you wore your pair of pretty mary-janes, all your best jewelry, your prettiest pink clothes, and did your makeup. You looked stunning, according to your best friend at least.
You looked stunning until a stranger, in a rush, ran into you at full speed, spilling his coffee all over your clothes. Already running 10 minutes late due to traffic you had no choice but to go into the job with coffee-stained clothes.
You looked ridiculous, and Jisung confirmed that when the first thing he did when looking at your disheveled state, was laugh. "Oh my God you look ridiculous! Let me get a photo! I have to send it to halmeoni!" he whipped his phone out when you stumbled into the dance practice room.
Against your will, he got a few good shots of you before you practically jumped on him. You sat on top of him, struggling to snatch his phone out of his grasp. "Get off me you cretin!" he yelped.
You and him wrestled back and forth for a few minutes until you heard the door to the studio open. And in walks the leader of Jisung's group, Chan.
You scurry up to bow to him, while Jisung lays on the floor, "Chan-hyung did you just see that? She jumped me!"
"Did not you fuck face! You were gonna send that photo to grandma!" You squeal.
"I'm sorry what?" Chan questions.
"Chan," Han stands up and motions to you, "my younger cousin, y/n, she's also the new manager."
You bow to Chan again, "ah- Just call me Chris," Chan smiles and shakes your hand.
"Nice to meet you, just call me y/n," you introduce yourself.
You didn't notice Han rummaging through his bag until he tapped on your shoulder, holding out a spare change of clothes, "here put these on."
You gratefully took the clothes and went to change in the bathroom. You slipped on the oversized shirt and sweatpants. They looked strange paired with your Mary Janes and they were definitely not your style, but you were grateful that Jisung let you wear them.
When you slipped back into the practice room, you were greeted with 6 new faces along with Jisung and Chris. You bowed to all of them as they introduced themselves.
Han introduced you, "this is our new manager Han y/n. They're also my cousin, so don't be weird!"
"Don't worry, none of us were planning on it," Lee Know, Han's best friend, interjected, rather coldly.
You laughed off the rather cold comment, and explained the schedule that the boys were having at the moment. Just a simple marketing meeting. But the marketing team was busy, so they left it to you to brief all of them on the subject.
You read over the report one of the marketing heads had typed up for you. "So Lee Know Log number eight is going to be filmed on the 19th and they assigned me to go with you to Tokyo, which in parenthesis they say is a bummer to you because you wanted Jeon Gowook-ssi to go with you instead," you look at Lee Know for a moment before you continue," also a group live is scheduled for tomorrow, and that's all," you finish reading.
"What are we doing for the rest of today?" the boy with fox-like eyes, Jeongin, asked.
You pull out your work planner and flip to today's schedule, "the rest of today is a free day, but tomorrow as you all know you have interviews early in the morning so I wouldn't suggest staying up late tonight," you explain to the boy.
"A free day! I'm getting the hell outta here," Seungmin jumps up and grabs his backpack.
"Lets go get lunch!" Changbin suggests, "y/n you should come!"
"Yeah!" Felix agrees.
"Oh I dunno, I don't wanna bother you guys!" you insist.
"No don't do that c'mon we're gonna go to lunch!" Han persists.
Han practically dragged you along, even though you begged to not go.
When you all sat down at the KBBQ restaurant you were seated between Han and Lee Know. As the boys chatted over bites of food you stayed silent, not wanting to interrupt their conversations. "Y/n aren't you gonna eat anything?" Hyunjin asks from across the table.
You suddenly realize you hadn't eaten a single thing. "Typical y/nnie, even when we were kids, she'd go out of her way to not cause anyone any trouble," Han comments from your left.
Hyunjin takes a piece of steak from the grill and puts it on your plate, while Han starts telling a childhood story of you and him, "I remember one time we were learning how to ride bikes near the Han river, y/nnie was still using training wheels, and my older brother kept teasing her about it, so she took them off. She got about three feet down the path before she accidentally swerved into the freezing river. Luckily she could swim and we had to pull her out of the water. But when we insisted that we take her to the emergency room she looked at me and said 'I just fell in the river, it's not like I got hit by a car or anything!'" Han recalls.
The table erupted in laughter, except for Lee Know.
"You were okay though right?" Felix asks.
"Well for the most part, only some minor bruising!" you explain.
"MINOR!??! Your knee was practically busted open, you were bleeding like crazy!" Han exclaims.
Changbin stifled his laughter. And Han continued telling stories about you and his childhood. "There was this time in highschool when y/n was visiting me over the summer in Malaysia and one of my friends had a huge crush on her, like I'm talking gigantic, and y/nnie felt too bad to reject the guy, so she went on three dates with him until I had to call him and tell him that it was because she felt bad for him."
"Oh my gosh stop Ji, I still feel bad about that to this day!" You exclaim.
"Luckily that has been the only boyfriend of hers I've had to fend off," Han jokes.
"That's because he's the only boyfriend I've ever had!" you bring up.
"Well I didn't wanna embarrass you but yes that too," he chuckles.
"There's no way you've only had one boyfriend!" Felix exclaims.
"Are you gay?" Jeongin blurts.
Everyone stares at him before bursting into fits of laughter. "Stop! I'm being serious!" Jeongin yells.
"Uhm, I dunno? But no just guys don't really look at me like that," you say through chuckles.
"No wait that's sad!" Felix frowns.
You suppose that the two bottles of soju he had were finally starting to hit him. "No! Don't get all sappy I'm fine!" you insist.
Group dinners with you accompanying had become pretty frequent over the past few weeks, so had the clear sign that Lee Know was not fond of you or your presence.
Glares he would send you, cold and rude comments, even Han asked you what you did to make him dislike you so much. It tore Han apart, having to choose between his bestfriend and his cousin. Even though no one asked for him to choose, he always felt like the two of you disliking each other brought him into it.
Yet you had to go to Japan with Lee Know to help him film his vlog, maybe God did hate you, or maybe it was just bad luck. Whatever the case was, it did not help the fact that you were gonna be stuck with him in Tokyo and Kyoto for the next five days.
You had packed accordingly and met him at the airport. No words were exchanged between the two of you, except when he was instructing you to get his good side while you were filming him. "At least pretend you enjoy my company while on camera," you scoff.
Even when you landed in Tokyo, walking around with the man, you both exchanged few words. If you were a bystander on the street, it would seem like the two of you hated each other. He probably did hate you. Why? You have no idea.
"I'm gonna go out," you inform him, when the two of you return to your shared hotel room.
"Where?"
"A club, the one a few blocks west of here," you explain.
"That's dangerous," he comments before you're out the door.
You scoff, "I'm sure I'll be okay."
"Suit yourself," he shrugs.
You walk out the door and down the street to the club.
You mingle through the sweaty bodies to the bar, using the little Japanese that you did know to order a drink. "Long day?" a man beside you asks.
"Tell me about it," you chuckle.
"And what's your name?"
"y/n Han," you smile and give him your hand to shake.
He does but before he puts it down he kisses it, "well you look stunning," he compliments.
"Oh," you pause, "thank you, but uhm I can't really do anything, I'm here on a business trip."
"Well it's not like we have to go anywhere to do anything," the guy insists.
His presence was now making you uncomfortable. He got closer and closer to you, "c'mon sweetheart why don't we just slip off to the bathroom."
"No I'm good," you reply.
But the guy grabs your wrist and begins pulling you across the dance floor to the bathrooms despite your begging that he will let you go and leave you alone. Panic fills your mind, and another hand, a different one this time grabs your free wrist. Lee Know looks at you with worry on his face. "Who are you?" the guy from earlier asks.
"Her friend," Lee Know stares the guy down, "would you mind letting her go?" it was a question, but the only answer he would take would be yes.
"What're you gonna do if I don't? Hm?" The guy poses.
"You don't wanna fucking know," Minho seethes.
You look between the two men, hoping and praying Lee Know will win whatever is going on.
When the guy keeps dragging you, Lee Know punches him right in the nose. The guy's grip on your arm ends and Lee Know pulls you away from the guy and out the doors of the club in a swift motion. Before you can even thank him, he begins talking, "did he touch you anywhere other than your wrist?" rage was dripping in his voice.
You shake your head no, and tears well up in your eyes at the thought of what the guy was going to do to you if Minho hadn't been there.
"C'mon we're going back to the hotel," Minho says, giving you no chance to protest, not that you would.
When he opens the door to the hotel room he lets you walk in and closes the door behind you and him. "Thank you," you finally say.
"Don't mention it, d'you want to go home? I'll book a flight?" he asks.
You shake your head no, "I'm okay, it's okay."
"What happened was totally not fucking okay, you don't have to pretend like it was," he says while taking his shoes off.
He looks up at me, he crosses the room, kneeling beside me before unbuckles my shoes for me, tossing them near the doorstep.
"Why do you hate me?" you blurt.
Lee Know is quiet for a minute, "I don't hate you," he states.
"Then why are you so mean to me? You know what it's doing to Han? So why do you act this way?" you confront.
"Because it's easier to be mean to you and hurt Han then to tell him I'm head over heels for his cousin who is also our manager," he sighs.
"What?"
"You heard me," he retorts.
"Then why are you so-"
"Cold? Mean? Rude? Like I just said honey, I can't like you. I didn't want you to like me, so that way we wouldn't be anything," he elaborates.
"Who says I would even like you if you were nice to me?"
"So you wouldn't like me?" he whispers.
He stands up and tilts your chin up so you're looking at him. The words are caught in the back of your throat, "I would appreciate an answer my love."
"I- yeah- but- I yeah," you stutter.
"Keep it a secret?"
"Keep what a secret?"
"This," he leans down and his lips meet your own.
You immediately kiss back, taking a few minutes to savor the taste of him after the kiss ends. "You're a good kisser for someone who has only had one boyfriend before," Minho compliments.
"Thank you?"
Minho pauses, "I'm sorry, for being a dick, I wanna make it up to you."
You admire his feline-like features for a few moments before replying, "I can think of one way."
"What is it?"
"Another kiss?" you request.
And Minho is happy to oblige to your requests.
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Challenge Me (Spoken For Part 2) - CC
Pairing: Caitlin Calrk x Reader
Summary: Spoken For Part 2 (based off of THIS and THIS and THIS request)
Warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive
Word Count: 3.1k
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AN: Here is part 2 for Spoken For! Enjoy!
It has been about a month since Caitlin told her team she was married. You followed suit very shortly after. Your team was equally as ecstatic as Cait's when they found out that you and Caitlin were together.
That led to both of your teams checking your schedules to see when the two of you would be facing off which leads you to this week. The Hawkeyes are scheduled to come up to play your team in Connecticut. You had been looking forward to it all season and it's finally about to happen.
Every time you have talked to Caitlin since she told her team she mentions how her teammates talk nonstop about meeting you and getting to see how Caitlin is on the court when she has to play her wife.
The more you think about it - the more it makes you nervous. It is not like you didn't want your teams to know but with the teams knowing, it is only a matter of time before the world knows. The nerves came from all the criticism that you felt like you would get. Even though it was Cait's plan to keep the two of you on the down low and that plan was changed, you loved how it has only been the two of you. There was never anyone poking or prodding into your relationship.
It would be t-minus 4 hours until your girl would be at UConn and your teams would meet. You were excited, to say the least. Her team gets in today (Wednesday), the game is on a Friday, and Cait is spending the weekend with you before heading back.
You keep yourself busy cleaning your apartment and getting all of her favorite snacks to help the time pass. You want to make sure everything is perfect for when she gets here - even though she isn’t staying with you until after the game. Your apartment isn’t big but you invited some of your closest teammates and she invited some of hers to your apartment for a little dinner. Caitlin thought it would be a good way to get to know each other's team - her team was also asking her when they would get to meet you and she was sick of it even though Caitlin loved it when the team talked about you.
The most you had done up to this point was Facetime them once and that was a trip...
"Babe!" You say excitedly as you answer her Facetime call. You are a little surprised when you are met with someone who is not Caitlin.
"Ahhh! I've got her!" The girl yells to someone as she waves at you through the phone. Two other girls come running over and set themselves in the frame. They all have giant smiles on their faces when you hear your girl yelling in the background.
"GABBY! Give me my phone!" You hear Cait yell as she tries to take the phone - at least that is what it looks like.
"Cait-babe?" You say as there is now fear in the girl's eyes who is holding the phone. By the looks of what is happening, it seems like these are Caitlin's teammates and they have stolen her phone to call you.
The screen freezes and then goes black. At first, you think that the Facetime call has ended but you give it a second and then see Caitlin's face pop up on the screen. Her hair is a little rustled and her cheeks are a little rosie.
"Hey babe, sorry about that," she says as she catches her breath. "They took my phone and ran while I was in the shower and I guess they found your contact and called you." She then proceeds to talk to herself more than you, 'Not that it is hard to find you in my phone considering your contact is wifey'. You smile as she continues," The girls have been bugging me nonstop to Facetime you so they can officially introduce themselves."
"Oh that is honestly really sweet of them," you say as you see Caitlin roll her eyes.
"Ya if you think theft is sweet then by all means," she says.
"Put them back on, I would love to meet them." You say as Cait mumbles 'Fine'.
You see Caitlin get up from where she is sitting and walk over to another room. It takes .2 seconds before there are three girls behind her. They all look like little kids waiting for their turn to meet Mickey Mouse and all you can do is smile.
"Hi all - it is nice to finally meet you all," you say introducing yourself.
They all wave at you and go around introducing themselves.
"These are the culprits of the first call," Caitlin says with a laugh and you laugh as well.
"Well, can you blame them? They have known about us for how long and they haven't met me yet," you say as you flip your hair over your shoulder. Caitlin rolls her eyes as a smile sits beautifully on her lips. "And plus, you have met some of my teammates." You say wanting to stir the pot.
The girls behind Cait gasped and started pushing her, grilling her on how she had met your teammates but they had not met you until now and that it was something they had to initiate.
Caitlin groans and gives you a sarcastic 'thank you' as the girls are still going crazy.
"Hey, I have an idea." You say as the gears in your brain begin to turn. "The first time we play each other will be here in Connecticut, when you girls come up, I'll have you over for dinner and we can all get to know each other. I'll also invite some of my closer teammates, it could be fun!"
The girls scream yes and start jumping up and down with excitement - this is all they have wanted since they found out about you. Caitlin gives a little smile and her 'I love you' eyes.
The rest of the call is pretty short due to you having to head out to practice. You tell Caitlin you love her and you can't wait to see her. She says the same as the two of you hang up and continue about your day.
Now here you are - cooking dinner for 8, all while listening to your music a little too loudly. A few of your teammates are hanging out and enjoying the charcuterie board you put out. You have to go over a few times to tell them not to eat everything on the board, hitting Azzi's hand a few times in the process.
You are standing in front of the stove as your hips sway to the music. You jump when you feel a pair of arms come wrapping around your torso, instantly knowing who it is. Your excitement overtakes you as you throw the spoon you were using on the counter and spin around to embrace your wife.
"My love!" You yell in her ear. She buries her face in your neck and you feel her inhale, sending goosebumps to appear on the back of your neck. You are so caught up in your wife that it takes you a minute to see there are three more girls sort of standing there with giant smiles on their faces.
"I am so sorry, how rude of me," you say and you release Cait, earning you a groan from her. You go over and hug all the girls that Caitlin brought. "It is so good to meet you all in person!"
"We can say the same - ever since we found out about you, we have been dying to meet you!" Kate says. "It also doesn't help when Caitlin won't shut up about you," she says, outing Caitlin.
You turn to look at Caitlin and she just shrugs.
"What? Can you blame me? I have the best wife." Caitlin says popping a grape in her mouth and making her way to give you a kiss.
The two of you introduce your teammates. The sight in front of you is one that warms your heart. You completely forget the fact that you are about to face off against them in two days.
All of the girls clicked immediately, all talking about finding out how their teammates were married and then hearing it was to another player in the league. They ask Caitlin and you questions about how you met and when you got married, all of which the two of you were happy about sharing. The night ends with you all sharing ball stories in your living room.
It starts to get late and your teams begin to head out. Your team is the first to go and you walk them out while Caitlin and her team help clean up.
As you are walking out, Paige turns to you with a little smile on her face as she nudges you.
"What?" You say, not being able to hide the smile on your face and give her a little nudge back.
"I've known CC for a long time and I can't imagine anyone more perfect for you than her. The two of you suit each other and I am glad you no longer have to hide that." Paige says. Paige has been one of your rocks going into college and hearing her say these things squeezes your heart.
"Hey don't go soft on me now P," you say joking with her but giving her a look of gratitude.
You say bye to your teammates, telling them you'll see them tomorrow morning, and head back into your apartment.
Caitlin's girls all thank you for dinner and say they will see you on Friday, stepping out to leave Caitlin to say goodbye to you alone.
You wrap her in your arms and just hold her for a minute.
"That was a really good night," you say giving her a little squeeze.
"All thanks to you babe," she says as she separates herself a little from you, not daring to remove her arms from your body. "I am glad our worlds finally got to collide."
"Me too. It's nice that it was here before we destroy you on Friday," you say with a mischievous smile.
"Okay now, don't get ahead of yourself self babe," she says with a laugh. The hands she has on your hips pull you into her body as she continues by whispering in your ear. "We all know who is going to come out on top on Friday." She kisses your neck and you let out a hum.
"Oh we do," you say, eyes closed - enjoying Caitlin's lips on your neck. You bring your girl's face to yours and right before you put your lips on hers, "And babe, it won't be you." You say as you kiss her bottom lip and pulling away from her.
"Your team is waiting," you say as Caitlin looks at you with disbelief.
"Oh you are going to pay for that," Caitlin says with a look in her eye.
"I look forward to it," you say and pinch her hip as she walks out the door. "Love you, babe," you call out to her as she catches up with her team.
You don't get to see Caitlin much before your game on Friday but that was expected.
Friday rolls around and you are locked in before the game. Your team arrives at the arena and everyone is getting ready for the game. Once you are suited up, you are the first one to head out to the floor. When you walk out to look over and see your girl has beat you out and is already throwing some shots. Your head comes down as a smile dawns on your lips and you shake your head - she is incredible.
You begin to warm up as the rest of your team comes out. Everyone is looking and feeling pretty good as the game begins. At tipoff, you walk up to Caitlin on the floor.
"Good luck, babe." You say and she smiles at you. "You'll need it," you say finishing your thought, and Cait's face changes to a serious one. She is locked in and you slightly bite your lip as a locked-in Cait is one of your favorite sights. She notices your little action and knows it is going to be a long game.
The first half is a pretty physical game - both teams working hard to make sure the other doesn't get ahead. You can tell Caitlin is pissed which is reciprocated in some of your teammates. Paige has been guarding Cait most of the first half which was your coach's choice. It was a pretty good match considering they have played together before. You head into the lockers as the score is 47-45 with Iowa in the lead.
Your team takes time to reset and as you head out to the court again - Geno tasks you with guarding Caitlin now as Paige shifts to Kate Martin.
Everyone is back on the floor and you make your way to Cait. She gives you a little wink and you shake your head. The next quarter you guard her well, only allowing her to get 5 points in the quarter. You on the other hand were able to put up double what she has to help keep you tied or just below Iowa.
It all comes down to the fourth quarter. Your hand rarely leaves Caitlin, always having her within arm's reach. Time runs down as you have the ball, putting up a 3. You hold up three fingers and turn to the crowd, hearing the crowd go wild. Not 20 seconds later, Caitlin does the same thing and copies your celebration. You run back over to her giving her a little nudge.
"Game's not over yet," you say running back to offense. Moving the ball around and hitting Paige - who drains another 3. Cait nods in response.
It is down to the final 30 seconds as Iowa is up by 4. Your team can take the win if it is executed correctly.
You know Caitlin is going to be guarding you hard but you know how she plays. This may be the first time you are on the opposite team but it is not the first time you have seen Caitlin in this position. You know she doesn't want to draw the foul but you are going to make her.
Azzi passes you the ball behind the back as you drive in the middle putting it up with your left. You get hit hard from the right and go down, hitting the ground even harder. You hear the buzzard go off signaling your basket is good.
As you are on the ground, it takes you a second to get up. Paige and Azzi try grabbing your hands to pull you up but you aren't ready. There is still a pain shooting through your left arm as you open and close your hand. Your elbow took most of the blow as you hit the ground and you know you just need a second for the feeling to come back.
You wave off Geno and your trainer as you reach up to Paige. She pulls you up and checks if you are okay. You nod as Caitlin makes her way to you. She is face to face with you as she goes to say something into your ear.
"You good babe?" She asks, bringing her hand up to your elbow. You flinch as her skin makes contact with yours. "I didn't mean to knock you that hard."
"It's good," you say lying through your teeth and Caitlin knows. She tries to get you to sit but you refuse as there are only seconds left in the game and your team is still down by 2.
You walk to the foul line and shake out your arm.
You miss the first one, cursing to yourself knowing every point is needed. You make the second and remain to play full-court defense.
The ball is thrown in and Paige knocks it midair before it can get to the Iowa player. You pick it up - seeing the seconds run down, you know you have 4 seconds to put up the shot. When you pick up the ball you are on the 3-point line and know you can do it.
Stepping left, you draw Cait to go left. She knows that's your go-to move and your stronger shot. At least it was back in high school. You fake it and go right, giving you just enough space to put for the 3.
The ball is released from your hand and the final buzzard follows by a few milliseconds. Everything moves in slow motion. Everyone is looking at the ball - waiting to see if you have done it or not.
Caitlin is facing the basket, her hand on your hip as if to box you out even though the game is over. Both of you waiting to see who will end up on top.
The ball hits the back side of the rim, bouncing up before going through the net - putting your team ahead by two and winning the game.
A smile comes to your face as your team rushes over to you. Caitlin looks down as she claps her hands. She walks over to her team, giving them high fives.
Your teams line up to say good game to the other team. When you get to Caitlin, she pulls you in.
"Looks like you get to be on top tonight," she says as she secretly loops her finger in your shorts and pulls the elastic. A blush creeps into your cheeks as you just shake your head at your wife.
You have an f-it moment since your teams already know and now it won't be long before the world knows too. You want it to be on your timing and not anyone else's.
Without warning, you grab Caitlin's face and lay your lips on hers, taking her breath away. You pull away and give her a little wink as she is too stunned to speak. What is left of the crowd is going absolutely crazy as you just went public with your relationship. You know many will think you are just dating or something but you don't care. All you care about is now the world knows.
It is Caitlin's turn to blush as she pulls you in and buries her face in your neck.
"I love you, babe," you say giving her back a pat.
"I love you more," she responds.
AN: TADA! I hope you all enjoy part 2 just as much as much as the first. Please let me know what you think. And as always, thank you for the love and support 🤍
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Geo x reader
Regarding SOL
You became friends with the group after crowe brought you in, at first you and geo didn't have anything going on, but somehow, he developed feelings— and it seems like he isnt the only one.
NOT PROOFREAD (this is under the assumption that geo knows about hyugos crimes)
The first meeting;
Geo wanted to get close to you, but he honestly struggled. So he opted for just being by your side and helping you out. He heard of solivan brugmansia all too well, afterall the rumors regarding him are very well known to those that heard of him.
But, did he care? No, not really. A rumor about some random student he didn’t interact with didn’t matter to him, besides, people spread false rummors around constantly. He wasn't intrested in finding out the truth behind the rummors. Until, he had realized you acquainted yourself with him.
It was after class, you and your friends were out in the hallway pondering where to hang out. Before you spot hyugo and sol. Youre unsure wether to not to bother them as they seem deep in conversation. However it seems hyugo could feel your eyes on him. His eyes locked with yours, and you take that as an opportunity to wave at him. Thus, he waves at you in return. Sol notices and his demeanor changes, a smile tugs on his lips and he gives you a dreamy look. A blush faintly noticeable on his face.
Geo looks away at his phone to seek out the subject of your attention— hes surprised, and certainly not pleased.
His brother.
Were you friends his brother? Out of all people, hyugo? And that guy— why is he looking at you like that? You dont seem to have any special feelings towards him, youre waving to him like you would anyone else. That begs the question, what are you to him?
He goes in your direction to get your attention. he taps you on the shoulder, and just like how its supposed to be, your attention is on him now.
"Huh?" you asked, curious as to why he uncharacteristically sought your attention. While you didn't know much about geo, there was this weird feeling emanating from him.
He takes a quick glance at his brother and that black-haired boy with him, and hes surprised to see the tall male with a deathly glare in his eyes, targeted at him— and also his friends. His eyes were ugly, blood red. Is that why hyugo befriended him? Because blood is somthing hes used to, right? Whatever it was, he immediately took a disliking to that man.
"brit wanted your input". He focused his attention back to you.
"O-oh yeah! How about the garden? I have a key for there." Geo gave a pleased look.
"Lets go tell her then". And with that the two of you turn your backs to sol and hyugo, heading closer to the group. Geo takes one last good look at the two boys. Unfortunately for him, he accidentally makes eye contact with his brother.
"OH MY GOD" Hyugo moves towards you and geo.
"SUBARU" eyes littered with excitement hyugo approaches him
"Shit..." geo begrudgingly accepts his fate.
—————
It seemed Britney, jess and deryl were the most amused at the scene hyugo had caused. They were pestering geo while hyugo took that as an opportunity, as sol's wingman.
"Oh- sunny and I were wondering if you wanted to hang out wit-"
"[name], cmon, Britney's waiting" geo interrupts
"Oh yeah!- uh" you look back to hyugo, and sol, eagerly awaiting your answer, hoping you leave that purple haired prick and spend time with him instead. "Sorry, im hanging out with geo and our friends, uhm, ill talk to you guys later!". You frown, and wave bye to them as you head for your friends.
Later, in the garden, you sit next to geo. Curious of his relationship with hyugo, after all they are brothers and you’re friends with them both! isn’t that nice?
“You’re hyugos brother? what’s he lik-“
“He’s not my brother, forget what he said in the hallway, I don’t want to associate myself with him.” He interrupts, shooting you a glare before his gaze softens. “He’s…” he pauses, recollecting his thoughts. “He’s just dangerous to be around.”
“How?” he looks away as you ask.
“Things you don’t know, he gets into shady shit” he redirects his gaze back to yours, “[name], for your own sake, and safety, don’t get involved with him… or his friend.”
“Solivan?” You question at the mention of sol
“Brugmansia?” If his memory is serving him right, then he’s not good news.
“Yeah that’s his-“
“Especially him, both of them, stay away from them.” He thinks back to the hallway and the look in sol’s eyes. One of putrid hate and murder. Maybe, those rumors were true”
“That’s hard to do, I’m in a class with them— although hyugo never attends, and I’m sols partner for an art project.”
“Then don’t make conversation with him, only do what needs to be done for the art project, once it’s done, never talk to him again— or hyugo” he instructs you, for now at least. He’s thinking about what strings he could pull to change your art class for a different period, one without sol or hyugo. If he had to play dirty to keep you, and his friends safe, he’d play dirty as hell.
“Okay.”
I don’t wanna go too deep because I wanna wait for days 3&4 for more lore and info, so I’ll probably wait and do other stuff
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F and Z for nomad steve! i love that fic tbh
From this ask game and about the Hideout series with touch-starved!Steve x motel employee!reader.
*sorry this took so long. Technically wasn't doing these anymore but then again this month has been a miserable mess of work and allergy pain, so this might get something flowing writing-wise. Enjoy!
Dirty headcanons ahoy! Minors DNI, please and thank you. There is plenty for you to enjoy from my Light Masterlist, but this is not for you!
F - Food Play
Ok, this one is very simple: food in the bedroom generally means something in his hand or in your hand that isn't part of the other person. Steve prefers skin-to-skin contact. He likes to be touching you and likes you to be touching him. He doesn't give a shit about food other than providing you with whatever you need or want of it to fuel sexual activities--or life, ya know, because he's very respectful and aware that life is not about sex--just not food during sex. Sorry. It holds no interest for him.
If you want to, cool, but that doesn't enhance anything for him.
Z - Zones
Uh...everywhere?!
But ok, I see what y'all want. Let's break this down, full-body style, starting with extremities.
Steve has a thing with his hands. It's an intimate act to offer love and affection to parts of him that inflict damage and pain. This is something he enjoys about art: good and beautiful things can come from a piece of him used for violence. As far as his feet? This is more of a playful enjoyment, a comfort. Steve doesn't derive sensuality from touching his feet, but he fakes being ticklish so he can act a little childish and playful with you. He likes to be barefoot (as a sign he isn't ready to run), and if his legs are on you, his feet are likely pressed to you as well. Hopefully that makes sense. Steve likes to tuck into your body as much as possible.
Alrighty, LEGS! Take a deep breath, ladies, because Steve gets extremely excited for a sharp grip on his thighs and just a hint of your nails biting his skin while you go down on him. That's not a sign it's too much for you; he takes that as encouragement. He likes when your hands go groping and wandering anywhere while you slowly take him as deep as you can (mouth or pussy), but he is an absolute whore for your enthusiasm. When you act like you can't possibly have enough of him at once, he cannot possibly hold in his own appreciation.
🥴
::takes break to scream into the void::
Onto the arms, head, and chest...right...yeah, so, Nomad's got that gorgeous fucking hair, but do not pull on it--not hard, ok, not a lot. You get far more from Steve by being gentle around his upper body, similar to the hands. He feels devotion and adoration through gentle touch above the belt. He likes the sort of all-encompassing feel of being hugged or slightly smothered by your body on his. If you cage his face in with your arms and hands, if you make the world feel shrunken to just the two of you in that moment, Steve melts. He's a goner for that. He likes your weight on his chest--or face because face-sitting is great--but as much skin-to-skin contact as possible is always welcome.
Steve gets oddly thrilled by you placing his body how you'd like. Other than the hair or beard, he enjoys you tugging at him to maximize your own comfort or pleasure. That's often how he learns what drives you crazy, in good and bad ways.
This brings us to, yes, you guessed it: the ass, cock, and balls.
Ironically, very sensitive and erogenous zones that aren't Steve's favorite. Playfully smack his butt at your own peril; he does NOT like that during sex, gang. Lock your legs around him, fine. Dig in with what would be a bruising grip (to anyone normal), go for it. Nomad does not enjoy any sort of impact play. Choose moments outside of intimacy wisely for that.
Touch-starved Stevie is extremely sensitive to outright sexual contact, so he sorta needs a lot of foreplay, sweetness, and closeness before his actual erection is involved. It's just too fast for him otherwise. Then he feels like he's using you. If there's one thing that will make Steve feel shittier than having to kill people, it's using a woman--especially you--for sex and seemingly nothing else.
Does he eventually stop coming so quickly? Sure. He never wants to leave the room without making you feel taken care of, much less actually leaving the property. That makes him feel guilty and miserable.
BUT!!! Don't fret. When he does have longer nights to stay with you, to go multiple rounds, to let you explore him without fuss, then yeah, he gets very excited to let you tease and stroke him and figure out that Steve just literally cannot keep his shit together if you get your mouth on his balls. Lots of licking and kissing. Some sucking. Oh my god... I mean... Nicest way possible? Slut for it. Just saying.
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Could I ask for courting/relationship headcanons for my pathetic boy Idia in your AU?
Sorry, this took a while.
Man, poor OG Idia already has it hard as a cursed human, he's not the type to make the first move, even with his brother providing him with all the evidence and statistics showing him that you would accept his feelings.
But now we're adding him big a big spider with those courting and mating instincts that conflict with the guy's other anxiety-driven instincts telling him to avoid it all and that everything would go wrong and that you would tell him “Ew no, you're a gross spider that’s blue all over.” and then poke him with a stick.
Most spiders tend to be solitary creatures, they don't live in groups and only come together when it's time to find a mate. It doesn't happen all the time but it’s common for the males to get eaten after mating or even before they have the chance to when their advances are rejected. Now that is for regular spiders but there might be a chance of it if you go up to the wrong person and these guys still have those instincts telling them to be warry thanks to their ancestors. People always say “The worst that can happen is they say no.” But really there's the chance they might say “Ew no” which is way worse. Or the extra way way worse when you are a spider cuz your crush might get freaking aggressive with you and take a bite out of you. You being a little human def ease his worry about the latter, but not the former.
It's later after you guys start to hang out that he starts to be a snarky little shit, who knew such an anxious guy could have so much sass. He’s a weird combination of having issues with self-loathing while also having a big ego. It's one of those times where he starts mouthing off that you do actually try to bite him, he was legit scared for a sec but once he saw those little teeth of yours couldn’t even make a scratch on the exoskeleton on his arm, he gets super freaking smug, and now he’s even more of a shit when teasing you.
With Idia romantic feelings will develop slowly over time after becoming friends though. It's def a new feeling for him, he gives me demi-ace vibes and I think this would be the first time he had this kind of interest in a real person, it was always fictional characters before.
But also I feel like with him it could turn into him thinking these fillings are just how it feels when you have a best friend since he’s only had his brother for all those years and you're the first person outside of his family that he felt this comfortable around and when he actually does these courting behaviors its subconscious and his instincts are kicking in and his brother is actually the one to point it out.
The male of the orb weaver family (Araneidae) and some others court by rhythmically plucking the threads of a web. After the female approaches, he pats and strokes her before mating. I head canon that not only is he able to create webs but they are cool and glowy and he makes a cool hammock for you to chill in sometimes or even hang out with him on one he made for himself…and then without thinking when you're leaning against him and enjoying the soft blue floof of his legs he gives you a few gentle pats and baps with spider paw and Ortho lets out a gasp and startles him. Oh, he gets so embarrassed once Ortho starts asking him about how long he’s been courting you and how he’s so proud that he made the first move despite his anxiety. Hopefully, he does his questioning after you're out of the room.
(Oh, to be patted by one of his cute spooder paws.)
Or perhaps…he pulls a male wolf spider and ends up doing that purr after you say or do something that hits him in those feelings and oh boy, he is so embarrassed when he realizes he did it thanks to your excited reaction to hearing it. Though it hurts his ego a bit when you squeal about how cute it is…I mean…even if he didn't mean to do it, it was supposed to be sexy…still with spiders if you're rejected you either get ignored or attacked…even though he knows better, the inhuman part of his brain is telling him your positive reaction is a “yes” to getting with him which lends to him actually considering that this might actually work out and that Ortho is right.
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(Tbh I don't get why the video says it's creepy, it kind of sounds like bird sounds to me.)
Silk-wrapped gifts and offerings, expect snacks and games. Though admittedly he’s going to give you ones that he wants you to play with him. Beating a boss in co-op counts as a date…right? Right. Best believe he’s gonna be getting you hard-to-get items in game, armor, and whatever else. It’s easy to forget his rich until he gets you some decked-out gaming computer or that handheld you wanted, all wrapped in glowing blue silk of course. Actually, driders giving gifts made of their silk is very much a thing they do but Idia mostly does small simple things, expect to get really cool bracelets and hair ties infused with his scent. He gets so happy and so smug if he sees you wearing them.
I found out recently that another thing some males will do is do sort of a silk-involved message, though I think that is another thing he would do after you guys start dating and not before to...get you in the mood.
The massaging motions of the spider are officially called mate binding. Basically, the male massages the female, so that she'll allow him to mate with her, without killing him before he gets the chance. The male spider releases silk over the back of the female as he massages her. The same study also suggested that it was the feeling of the massage that soothed the female, and not the smell of the silk as some scientists suggested.
NSFW: I just found out that Darwin’s bark spiders figured out they're less likely to get eaten by ladies if they do oral. Do with that info what you may.
#suggestive#kind of on the last two points#twisted wonderland#twst#ask#asks#twst x reader#nonhuman au#twst idia#twisted wonderland idia#idia shroud#drider#spider#spooder
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Crazy In Love²
A Strollonso AU where Fernando succeeds the Spanish throne and makes it his goal as king to make the Prince of France his groom. (1.9k words, dark!nando, murder (duh), fluff too) [@catboysracing @mercyreg] {This took so long but first kiss race 14 is taking longer so 🔥}
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As people began to disappear into the guest rooms Fernando excused him and Lance once again, his hand settling on the small of the boys back as he showed the Prince to the room he'd be sleeping in for the night.
The shorter one was practically beaming, unable to wipe the smile off his face since his father and Fernando began discussing the terms of the marriage.
"Will my son be able to continue his studies if he was to begin living here with you?"
"Of course. I'll be sure he learns the same if not more."
"Will my son be involved in battles if Spain was to find itsself in conflict while he's ruling by your side?"
"No, I'll do everything in my power to ensure he's as far from conflict as possible."
They'd continued asking and answering questions like that for ages, Chloe and Lance drifting to the side to talk about the younger boys plans as the soon to be King Consort
Lance was excited once Fernando whisked him away, eyes glued to the man as they walked, almost tripping over his own feet because of how lost in thought he'd gotten
"Careful, mi rey" Fernando spoke, quick to pull Lance into his arms, pulling one hand away to point at the two doors closest to them, the rooms across the hall from one another "This one is yours for the night, I'll be a few steps away if you need anything."
"Can I stay in your room?" Lance asked, hands grabbing onto the Spaniards biceps as he spoke
"With me?"
"Just until I get tired, I don't want to be alone" Lance said quietly, praying the man wouldn't find it weird
"What, are you scared of the dark?" Fernando raised a brow, just teasing the Frenchman
"Mhm" He nodded, bottom lip jutting out slightly at the thought of sitting in the new dark room alone.
The King laughed under his breath, not expecting the boy to really be afraid of the dark. Without hesitating he unlocked his door and pulled Lance in, letting go of him in order to light the lantern besides the door
"It's not funny!" Lance protested, covering his face in embarrassment as he stood in the chilled room
"I know, I'm sorry, mi rey" Fernando cooed, pulling Lance closer to him again to litter his exposed skin in kisses, pleased with the giggles that came as a result.
They spent the next hours just talking and getting to know eachother. Lance had practically told Fernando everything about him and Fernando had told the boy everything he needed to know.
Just as the boy began getting tired there was a knock at the door, it wad weird and had a certain pattern to it that caused Fernando to get up instantly, planting a kiss on his grooms temple before excusing himself to deal with whatever was waiting outside for him.
Lance heard the yelling from through the door, he wasn't sure what was going on since the conversation was happening in Spanish and he was far from fluent.
All he understood were scattered cuss words and the obviously tense tone. He heard Fernando's voice above all the others, the king's sentences practically overflowing with swears as his fist slammed into the closest wall, Lance unable to hide his fear as he heard the situation escelate.
He had no idea what had happened but when the door opened and the now rugged looking King came back in a part of him was scared. Scared of what he might be capable of.
Fernando noticed.
He always noticed.
"What's wrong, darling?" He asked, reaching out to cup the Frenchmans face, reddened knuckles further contrasting their skin tones
"Did something happen?" Lance asked, eyebrows knitting together as he gazed up at the man towering over him
"Nothing important, mi rey." The man insisted, craning his neck in order to peck the boys lips, taking a seat on the mattress besides him as soon as he pulled away "Don't worry about anything, it's all under control"
Lance believed him, of course he did. What reasons did he have not to?
Not long after Fernando came in Lance had fallen asleep, head on the Spaniards shoulder as his breath steadied.
The man knew he had stuff to do and if he didn't move the boy soom he'd never get to work so he slowly lifted Lance, laying him on the mattress and covering him up. The boy slept as if he'd never faced any misfortune in his life, he hadn't. Not yet.
Fernando krept out of the room, looking back to make sure his groom was still asleep under his covers before closing and locking him in.
"Padre" A voice called, Fernando turning to see his oldest son and military commander just steps away
"Carlos, when did you return?" Fernando asked, little to no emotions in his voice as he spoke
"Just now." He confirmed, coming closer to his father so he could lower his voice "I've almost finished escorting Jesuits out of the kingdom but some have barricaded themselves in their homes. What should we do?"
"I'll handle it. Lead me to them, Carlito."
It was towards town square, one house in particular had a handfull of Jesuits in escondites throughout the large building.
Fernando wasn't stupid. He practically broke the door down, snapping the wooden plank holding it shut in two, Carlos following close behind because he knew many men were in the home but he also knew his father had a tendency of getting out of control once he started.
The king listened, lanza gripped hard in his left hand. He'd had it modified, shortened so he could use it easily even when he wasnt on horseback. It was ironic, his weapon of choice had always been a lanza but something felt different today. The name felt different. Lanza. Lance.
His fingers flexed around the wooden rod, knuckles white as he began searching the first floor, Carlos staying further back to watch. His father liked what he did and he liked doing it alone.
He could hear breathing, it was shakey, it was muffled, but it was near. He stopped walking, realizing the person was behind the bookshelf to his right. Fernando turned back to Carlos, nodding over to where he suspected the Jesuit to be hiding.
Fernando didn't want to move the shelf, figuring there was somewhere else they could run off to in the mean time so he positioned his lanza against the wood and shoved it forward, hearing the way skin tore under his blade. He knew it wasn't a serious injury because only seconds later the bastard began to pray
"St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the Devil."
He scoffed. Ridiculous. There was no St. Michael. No Archangel. No God. No Devil. But if there was, Fernando would be the closest thing to it.
He pulled his blade out harshly, shoving the now broken wood out of his way so he could reach the man easier, seeing him clutching his shoulder as he continued
"May God rebuke him, we humbly pray, and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly hosts, by the power of God,"
It was embarrassing, the King thought, how the man was still praying to his god after being put in this situation.
He reached out his hand to grab the frightened mans cappa. He shook under Fernando, practically falling to his knees as he began to sob. Not stopping his prayer. Fernando was going to let him finish.
"Thrust into hell Satan, and all the evil spirits, who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen."
As soon as he heard the mans voice fade he slammed him against the caved in wall behind him, lanza positioned against his larynx. Fernando knelt down, the Jesuit too afraid to move
"There is no god." He spat, watching as the mans sobs became harder before he pierced his throat, the life leaving his eyes as he was propped up with the Spaniards blade.
It took time but eventually Fernando had managed to rid Madrid of the rest of the Jesuits. Anyone else would feel some sort of emotion, regret, fear, jealousy, Fernando just felt content. Knowing the Popes biggest supporters were either dead or exiled brought a smile to his face.
The walk back was nice, Carlos telling him the things he'd gotten into that day. His oldest truly was a mini-him. The other two mainly took after their mother but Carlos was the spitting image of Fernando and he couldn't wait for his boy to be king.
As they reached the palace Carlos told his father goodnight, going to see what food was left over from the ball while Fernando returned to Lance.
The Spanish king unlocked his door, eyes scanning the hall around him before he stepped in, making sure to re-lock it before finding his way back to his groom.
He was still asleep, eyelashes laying against his pale cheeks as he slept, soft smile on his face. He was beautiful, to Fernando, to everyone. The man still had his blade in his hand, his lanza, he hadn't bothered to wipe the blood off, simply stashing it in his wardrobe before finding his way to bed with the Frenchman.
It wad odd, sleeping in the same bed as someone you were just engaged to, but killing someone with your blade then laying with someone with the same name was stranger so Fernando couldn't be bothered to do anything differently.
Lance awoke hours later, registering the arms around his waist straight away, it was nice, foreign, but nice.
His hands found their way to the Spaniards, fingers lightly brushing over his rough knuckles, scabs forming over the cuts he'd made the night before. He was rugged, far more rugged than Lawrence.
Fernando was the first King, besides his father, that Lance had truly been in the presence of since he was very young, since the signing of the Treaty of Aix-la-Chapelle when he was only six.
He felt safe, for whatever reason, in the mans arms. He was so much larger than the boy, so much stronger, so much more powerful. Lance felt as though he could lay in Fernandos arms forever and never have to worry of anything bad happening to either of them.
"How'd you sleep, mi rey?" Fernando spoke softly, lips pressing against the nape of Lance's neck
"I slept good" Lance smiled, turning to face Fernando, checking to make sure he was as handsome as he remembered. "Did you sleep well?"
"How could I not" The king smiled back, hand leaving the princes waist to brush the hair from his face "Sleeping next to you was perfect, can not wait to do it every night."
Before Lance could respond there was a knock at the door, a man saying something in Spanish that caused Fernando to get up, petting the boys head as he left the mattress
"Let's get dressed, your father wants the wedding to happen as soon as possible."
#rushed#decided to split this in two chapters#f1#formula 1#lance stroll#fernando alonso#aston martin#ls18#strollonso#fa14#crazy in love au#rpf#au#wip#royalty au#1700s#spanish empire#french empire#history#ao3#real person fiction#f1 rpf#fic#fanfic
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hiiiii, I was thinking about how the members of seventeen would react to you working at Marvel, you being Black widow 🥺🥺Thank you❤️💗
heyyy I kinda wrote something similar to this here if you were interested. xo
However, Black Widow is hot and writing about supportive Seventeen is one of my favorite things ever so I got you <3 p.s SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER
Song used to write this: Black Widow by In This Moment <3
(any other emocarats out there? god dammit I love In This Moment.)
p.s.s I wrote member x afab reader <3
-> S. Coups:
When you got the call that you successfully got the role for 'Black Widow' you called Seungcheol quickly after. He shouted the news to the members who he was with and soon you had thirteen men shouting congratulations to you. Seungcheol would try to come over as soon as he could be to celebrate with you 1 on 1.
-> Jeonghan:
Jeonghan had sat next to you waiting for news. When the phone call finally came, he held your hand as you both listened to the call. When the call confirmed you were about to be Black Widow he would have the biggest smile on his face. Like- of course you were the best person for this role. You're hot, Black Widow is hot. He was so excited to see you perfect this role.
-> Joshua:
You ran into the living room where Jisoo and Seokmin were watching a movie while calling Jisoo's name. He paused the movie and looked up at you who was basically jumping up and down, "I got the part for Black Widow!" You told both of the guys in your living room. They both jumped up and cheered with you. Jisoo kissed your temple and just felt so much pride on your behalf.
-> Jun:
When you told Jun you were auditioning for Black Widow, he was 99.99% sure you were getting that part. So when you got the news you were going to be the next Black Widow, he literally said "I told you so!" He was so proud of you and would pick you up and spin you around. Cute all around <3
-> Hoshi:
You would get the call as you were both on your way to a date. You would put the phone on speaker so Soonyoung could hear the news at the same time. When the producer informed you that you were the new Black Widow he quickly pulled over so he could give you a hug and congratulate you properly. He would feel so emotional about this news and would be staring at you with even more pride than he had for you before.
-> Wonwoo:
Oh Wonwoo... This Marvel stan would get a hard on when he found out his sexy as hell girlfriend gets to be the sexy spy "Natasha Romanoff." If anyone could do it other than ScarJo it was you. He would ask for you to bring the outfit home just so he could see what you look like in it. *wink wonk*
-> Woozi:
You forwarded the email to Jihoon as soon as you got it before you read it. Once you were brave enough to read it you were in shock. How the hell did you manage to become Natasha Romanoff aka Black Widow?! Jihoon came over as soon as possible with flowers and your favorite food with the biggest smile on his face. He loved seeing people in his corner succeed and seeing his favorite girl succeed was perfection to him.
-> Dokyeom:
Seokmin jumped for joy as soon as he heard the news that his beautiful girlfriend was going to star in a Marvel movie as Black Widow? He would brag about it to the other members like: "yeah your partners are cool and all but are they going to be Marvel's next Black Widow?" He would be so cocky about your accomplishment it was heartwarmingly hilarious.
-> Mingyu:
The pride this man felt when you told him that Marvel casted you was unmarked. Mingyu would pull you into a hug and just coo at you because that's his girl. His little superstar. When you told him you were auditioning, he already was planning on where you both would go to celebrate. He would just be so proud of you and would be your biggest fan on social media as well.
-> Minghao:
You would text Minghao to come over because you had to tell him something. He would rush over thinking it was something bad but when he realized you were okay and just wanted to share that you got Black Widow he would be so proud and excited. He would pick you up and spin you around before pressing a kiss on your lips. He was your biggest fan and knew that you deserved this role and many more roles in the future.
-> Seungkwan:
Like I said in my other post, Seungkwan is your personal cheerleader. So like Jeonghan, he would be sitting next to you as you got the call and would cover his mouth when you both got the news. As soon as you hung up the phone you both just started screaming fueling off each others excitement and energy.
-> Vernon:
Oh my lanta, Chwe Hansol would be SO proud of you when you got the role of Black Widow. He would be with you every step of the way. He would do things to show you how proud he was instead of just saying he was proud of you. Not to say that he wouldn't be vocal to you, he just wouldn't be as vocal imo.
-> Dino:
ngl expect a Seokmin 2.0 with Channie lol. He would be so proud of you, he would brag about it to anyone who listened. The type of guy to pull up a picture of you and just be like "LOOK AT MY BABY, SHE'S A BADASS?!?!!" He might get roasted by members when he would get this way because "what's it like having a girlfriend that's more cool than you?" Bullying victim aside, you couldn't erase the smile away from him. He just was so proud of you.
#wonuwrites#seventeen#svt x reader#seventeen reactions#svt fluff#wonwoo#jeonghan#hoshi#joshua#jun#s coups#woozi#dk#dokyeom#mingyu#the8#the 8#minghao#seungkwan#vernon#svt#hansol#dino#dino svt#Black Widow#natasha romanoff
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Prompt 12 - Rub
@jegulus-microfic May 12, Word count 757
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James, good to his word, snuck down to the dungeons and collected Regulus under the invisibility cloak while Sirius and Peter made their way outside. He took Regulus to an area on the lawn that was in a black spot from anyone looking out of the castle. The only person who might catch them there was Hagrid, but that wasn’t likely, as Sirius had mentioned to him that there was a bit of gambling going on in the Hog’s head that he might be interested in. They’d sat together, peering at the Marauder’s map as Hagrid’s little label disappeared out the main gate.
Padfoot bounded across the lawn and transformed just before he got to them. He looked Regulus up and down.
“You ready?” He asked. He’d been trying harder these past few weeks to be better around Regulus and while neither of them seemed overly enthusiastic about each other, James could see they were more relaxed around each other and after tonight, he hoped that Sirius would come to accept that Regulus maybe didn’t tell their parents about everything they got up to.
Regulus nodded stiffly at Sirius.
“Yes.” His voice was just as stiff. Sirius let a grin spread across his face, James thought it even met his eyes, which was a first between them.
“Good luck,” He winked, before turning back into Padfoot and loping across the grass to the base of the Whomping Willow.
Regulus swallowed and looked up at the sky. Typically, it was cloudy tonight. They might have to wait a while for the full moon to be visible.
Twilight fell around them and James flung the invisibility cloak over them again when Madam Pomfrey appeared out the entrance door, escorting Remus to the shack.
“He doesn’t look good,” Regulus observed. James nodded solemnly.
“He hurts around the full moon, but especially just before. The transformations are hard on him. Maybe once you can transform he’ll let you join us if you want. But I’ll warn you now, it’s heartbreaking to watch what his body goes through each month.”
They stood quietly for a while, gazing at the sky and watching for Madam Pomfrey. They had to stand quite close as the cloak was only so big. James tried his best not to touch Regulus, but their shoulders kept brushing. He inhaled, trying to calm his breathing, but it didn't help.
Madam Pomfrey appeared, and she hurried back up to the castle. Once the doors were firmly closed, James removed the cloak and took a step away, pretending he was struggling to roll it up.
When he’d stopped messing with the cloak, he looked back over at Regulus, who was staring towards the Whomping Willow. Just then, the clouds rolled away and revealed the full moon behind.
It shone brighter than James remembered, then again it had been a while since he stared at a full moon with his human eyes. “Okay, it’s time.” He smiled encouragingly at Regulus. Regulus paused with the leaf in his hand. He gulped. “You don’t have to do it if you’re not ready,” James said gently. Regulus huffed at him. He tilted his head up, so he was staring squarely at the moon and put the mandrake leaf in his mouth. It was very anticlimactic.
“Is that it?” His face twisted into a frown. James chuckled.
“Yep, but it gets more exciting later.” He fully turned towards Regulus. “Let me have a look, so I can make sure you’ve got the leaf in a good position.” Regulus automatically opened his mouth and James peered in.
Ever so carefully he raised his hand and moved the leaf further under Regulus’s tongue. He was surprised Regulus hadn’t bitten him, but the leaf would have fallen out in his sleep otherwise.
His thumb was resting on Regulus’s lip and James unconsciously started to rub the pad along the delicate skin. It was only when Regulus drew in a gasping breath that he realised what he was doing. “Sorry,” He mumbled as he withdrew his finger.
Regulus moved his jaw around, testing the leaf in his mouth.
“So this thing won’t fall out now? Even when I’m eating?” He asked, ignoring James's apology.
“Yeah, it should stay put. That’s how we had them when we did it, and we got through the whole month with them barely moving.” James told him. But before he could do anything else, Regulus had stepped into his space, and under the full moon he pressed his body into James’s and stole a kiss.
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#may 12#jegulus#jegulus microfic#jegulus fanfiction#jegulus fic#james potter#regulus black#dead gay wizards#james fleamont potter#regulus arcturus black#sirius black#remus lupin#peter pettigrew#madam pomfrey#james x regulus#regulus x james#james and regulus#james potter x regulus black#regulus and james#the black brothers#first kiss#full moon#first step to becoming an aniamagus#the marauders’ era#marauders era#marauders#the marauders#the marauders era#the marauders map#rub
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P3 Into You: Schatzi
🏁 Character Introductory 🏁
MASTERLIST
Pairings (applied to the whole fic): Sergio Pérez x FemHorner!Reader, Toto Wolff x FemHorner!Reader, Lewis Hamilton x FemHorner!Reader
Warnings: Slow burn, mentions of sexual topic, Dom/Sub dynamic, Soft Dom! Sergio, Dom! Toto, angst, cheating, fluff, mentions of death, Mad Christian Horner!!
Author's Note: SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!! I had to finish all my school work since next week is my academic exam! A lot of time skipped events! Let's just pretend that Jonathan Horner is The 'second driver'.
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It's the final lap you watched the race on the small screen, seating beside your father, praying that nothing bad happens to your brother and Checo, that they will both be fine and finish the race on podium, your heart beats faster as the checkered flag waved on the racing field, Checo crossed the line first then your brother, and lewis in p3, you screamed in excitement opening the radio and congratulating Checo and your brother, you jumped as you look to your side to see the face of your father who's happy as well.
Redbull is been dominating F1 for almost 3 years now, double podium or not, you're grateful that the drivers are safe, that they get to score a points for the team, they get to stand on the podium wearing a Red Bull racing suit, spraying the champagne to each other and the other drivers, you've been grateful for the team, proud at Checo and your brother, always thanking the engineers and the mechanics that they always do the best for the drivers.
As soon as Checo and your brother parked their cars you hugged them both, tears ran down on your cheeks as you smiled at both of them, Checo noticed it, he chuckled and wiped the tears from your eyes, “We won!” he told you, smiling as he says, he hugged you tightly, you felt comfort whenever he hugs you, you thought for a second that the crowd go silent and the time went slow as the moment of you and Checo's been happening, you snapped out hearing your father calls out your brothers name, “I'm so proud of you, son.” He hugged your brother, you felt your heart ache as you saw it, your father, the team principal of Red Bull racing, has never been proud of you, Checo removes his helmet to get a better look of you as you admire the moment of your father and brother, he tapped your shoulder, “I'm proud of you, Y/N, you did great.” You smiled hearing him say those words.
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Your brother got called to stand on the podium as the crowd goes wild, you took a picture to remember the memory, as the crew of red bull goes wild, you smiled at your brother, giving him a subtle nod that he happily returns, you smiled as Lewis too, who's looking at toto, who's standing beside you, he smiled up at lewis, proud as always, then he looked down on you, smiling.
Few seconds later Checo's name got called too, you were beyond proud at him, seeing him achieve an another podium made your eyes welled up in tears the crowd goes wild again, you took a picture of him too, giving him a thumbs up, he's proud of himself too, and you know it, smiling and waving to the crowds, the Mexican anthem starts to play, crowd goes silent as they gave respect.
While you enjoyed the celebration you can't help but feel toto's gaze besides you, it's like he didn't care that one of his driver is on podium, he's just focusing on you, watching your movement, smiling as he saw you smiling too, sometimes he asked himself why do you got to be this fucking adorable.
The anthem stops as Checo, your brother and lewis immediately pick up the champagne bottle and start shaking it to spray to each other, laughing as you saw the three men have their fun as they spray it to the crowds. You filmed the whole thing, thinking that it'll be a great memory to keep.
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You met Checo and your brother in the garage taking pictures with the crew. You joined them, Checo's hands are wrapped on your shoulder, as your dad looks at you two, raising an eyebrow, but you didn't mind him. After the picture was taken you went to the Mercedes garage to congratulate your friend, lewis.
“Lewis—” you waved at him, your voice caught the attention of toto, who's talking to one of the engineers, “Y/N hey!” Lewis waved back at you, giving you his signature billion dollar smile, you hugged him, Patting his back, “You did great back there! P3 is good!” You encourage him, “Yeah, I wasn't expecting that your brother will be that good, He improved a lot, I'm proud of him-” he smiled, complimenting your brother which you will tell him later that he'll probably go nuts, “Congrats too, double podium again, huh?” He smiled, “I saw how you look at the two, you're so proud of them, specially with Checo-” he teased you, you chuckled at his words “Who wouldn't be proud- Checo improved a lot he proved to dad that he'll be great for this season, and he did.” You said as Lewis nodded, “But hey, you were amazing out there, Sir Lewis-” you teased him back, hearing your nickname for him made him blush a little.
The two of you exchange topics, laughing as you go, you felt someone's watching you, you thought it'll be toto, and fuck you're right. He's looking at you, arms crossed as he looks at you up and down, “Anyways I'll get going now love, congrats again, I'll see you whenever I see you, yeah?” Lewis says as the two of you did the handshake that you always do together, you smiled waving goodbye to him as you're about to leave when toto called your name, “Y/N–” he waved a little, “What's up?” You told him, smiling up at the man who's clearly towering over you, “Congratulations about the podium, did great.” You nodded, “Thank you.” You smiled, “So, have you thought about it, the dinner?” He chuckled at his own words, “Oh- right yeah, thank you for reminding me toto- so how's 8:00 pm sounds?” Toto looks at his watch seeing it's 5:38pm, “Yes, that'll be perfect, schatz, I'll send you the address- do you want me to pick you up instead?” You're about to say ‘yes’ as you remembered that checo offered a ride for your dinner with toto, “No, it's ok I'll have checo drive me there-” you smiled seeing him change his expression from happy to confused, but he didn't question your decision, he nodded “Right, that's good I'll see you later then, Schatzi.” He smiled down at you as he pats your shoulder.
‘Schatzi’ you repeated the words, you don't know what it means but it gave you butterflies, hearing his deep voice say that word made you blush too— you snapped away from your thoughts…
You left the Mercedes garage to go to your trailer to rest, you sat down resting your head on the backrest of the sofa when you heard a knock on the door, “Come in!” You said as the door swung open, you saw Checo holding a Chinese food, “Hey..I hope I'm not interrupting your alone time.” He said smiling as he sat down beside you, “It's fine, I could use a company.” you smiled, Checo chuckled, “I brought you some food—” he extended his arms to give the food to you, you smiled, “Awww, thank you Checo.” You smiled at him brightly.
Checo looked at you smiling while you were eating, he just sits there talking to you about the race, how he encountered some issues but gladly nothing bad happens to him, he also tells you that he's been thinking about you the whole race because he can't think of anything, “By the way…” you look at him, “My dinner with toto will be 8:00 pm, I hope that's ok? Because he offered me a ride but I told him that you'll be giving me a ride—” he cuts you off, “Oh.. that's good then-” he checks his watch, “it's 7:24, Luz solar- don't you think you should get ready?” he looks at you confused, “shit- yeah you're right—” you said standing up putting the food on the coffee table In Front of you, “Ok, I'll be back” you said as you went to the other room taking a quick shower, changing your clothes and putting a light makeup on.
While you get ready, Checo's been scrolling through his phone looking for a birthday present to give to you, your birthday is in next month, he already gave you a bunch of books most of the time, some painting materials that you told him you like, he could think of something, he tries to think of something that you would like, but there's nothing he could think of, then you open the door, checo wasn't aware that you're already done getting ready, he's resting his head on the backrest of the sofa, thinking of something…deep.
“Checo…?” You quietly whispered as you snapped your fingers to get his attention, checo looked at you confused, “Wha— I'm sorry I was thinking of something…” he said as he looks at your dress, you're wearing a wine red dress, his eyes widened, “What do you think?” You twirled around, “It's beautiful Y/N, really..I don't know what to say.. just, perfect.” He mumbled, you smiled “Ready to go?” you nodded as he stood up and smiled at you, You went out of your trailer as you saw your dad outside talking with toto and Fred, laughing at each other, toto noticed you his eyes trailed down on your dress while checo stared at him blankly, your father looks at toto who seemed focused on something, he looks at the direction where toto's been looking and he saw you, wearing a beautiful wine red dress with Checo on your side, who's still wearing Red Bull shirt on and some denim pants, “Y/N?” Your dad calls your name, you waved at him “Hey dad, I was just going—” you looked at toto when you said those words to give him a hint, “Excuse me, I've got an interview coming up, see you around.” Toto said as he pats Fred's shoulder and went to his office, soon enough Fred left too, leaving you, Checo, and your dad.
“Where are you two going?” Your dad asked, eyeing Checo, you're about to say something when Checo cuts you off, “We're going out for dinner, I told her that there's a good restaurant around.” Checo looks at you smiling, you sigh in relief, “And you're wearing that?” Your dad points and Checo's clothes, wearing his typical red bull polo shirt and denim pants, you chuckled, “he's gonna change clothes at the hotel.” You smiled at your dad, “Right, don't get home late, and Checo if something bad happens to her-” “Don't worry, I'll keep Y/N safe.” He cuts your dad off, as your dad nodded and the two of you left, both of you sighing in relief, “I'm sorry Checo– I wasn't expecting that…” both of you chuckled as you went to Checo's car going to the address that toto gave you.
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Meanwhile, toto was rushing himself he couldn't wait to see you, he wears a black pants and a white t-shirt for his top before putting a denim sleeve on top of it as his coat, he wanted to look good for you, but at this point he doesn't care, he just wanted to see you wearing a dress and not a Red Bull shirt, he can't wait to touch you too, to feel your warm skin against his, to feel your soft lips on his, to feel you.
He snaps himself from his thoughts as he focuses on himself, looking at the mirror as he sprays a perfume. He sighs and grabs his keys to go to the restaurant that he reserves for the two of you.
Soon enough he arrived first, parking his car and immediately went inside, hoping to see you there, but there's no you, he's afraid that you didn't really wanna have a dinner with him, he thinks of possibilities to happen not until you messaged him that you'll be running a little late because of traffic, he sighs in relief messaging you back, “It's ok schatzi, I understand, Take care.” He sent the message smiling to himself as he saw 3 dots on the message indicating you're typing already to his message, “Thank you, Toto!<3” you sent the message, smiling to Checo as he drives and blasting music to the radio, checo loves seeing you sing your heart out to your favorite songs, he smiles at you brightly, “Alright, amor, we're here.” He gives you puppy eyes, “Thank you Checo— I appreciate you dropping me off here.” You gave him a sweet smile as he went out and went to your driver's side to open the door for you, “it's nothing amor, I love helping you around.” You smiled at his words, “I'll message you once I'm in there, don't wait up, I'll let toto drop me off, ok?” You assured Checo, who has a worried gaze over you, “Ok..have fun, amor.” You nodded as you gave him a quick hug and a kiss to his cheek before going inside the fancy restaurant.
Checo stood there till you went inside the restaurant, smiling to himself, touching his cheeks as he cherished the kiss mark of your lipstick to his cheek.
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Toto looked at you in admiration as you walked towards your table, you smiled and waved at him shyly, he stood up, pulling your seat so you could sit down, “Thank you.” “You look..stunning.” he smiled, sitting back down in his chair, “You look handsome.” you gave back his compliment, the waiter went to the two of you to take your order, toto watches your moves as you speak and guide the waiter for your order, you ordered a Italian pasta with a steak, while toto ordered the same.
“So, how's the ride on the way here?” He looks at you as his hand brushes to yours, “It was ok, Checo made the ride comfortable.” You smiled, “That's good to hear, Schatzi.” you chuckled, “What does that mean?” “Mean what?” He gave you a confused look, “That word you always say whenever you talk to me, it sounds lovely.” You blushed at the thought of him saying it, he raised his eyebrows, “The ‘Schatzi’.” You attempted to say it, he chuckled, “It can be a whole different word, Schatz.” He held your hand, “It's ‘Treasure’ in German.” He said looking at your reaction, you blushed, trying to hide your face from his gaze, you cleared your throat, “Hmm it's a pretty nickname.” “Do you want me to keep calling you that, Y/N?” he looked at you, “I guess so…it sounds nice when you say it.” You tease him a little.
While you and toto eat, the two of you exchange questions about each other, “So you're saying you don't really like working in this industry? And you wanted to be an artist or architect?” He questioned you, you hummed, “Yeah, something like that, I like drawings and paintings, it's a calming hobby of mine.” He looked at you in full adoration as you told him how you love art so much, “That’s really interesting Y/N” Toto smiled.
Toto called the waiter as he paid the bill, you excused yourself to go to the restroom to fix your make up as well as to breathe, because the whole time, toto was fucking looking at you like he's going to eat you— not that you don't mind! “Excuse me.” You said as you looked at toto giving him a shy smile as you went to the restroom, you closed the door as you took deep breaths and calmed yourself, you fixed your make up a little, sprayed some perfume to your neck and cleavage.
Toto sat there waiting for you, he got impatient and followed you in the restroom, waiting outside hearing you talk to yourself, he chuckled at the thought of you being adorable.
You opened the door as you went out, seeing toto arms crossed while leaning at the cold wall, “Toto—! I'm sorry for keeping you waiting.” Toto smirked, “Du siehst wunderschön aus."(You look beautiful) He said as he walked towards you slowly, “i Don't- understand..” your breath Hitch, “I said—” he closed the gap between the two of you. He leans to your ear and whispers “You look beautiful, Schatzi” then he looks at you, wanting to see your reaction. “I- Thank you toto..” you blushed, trying to hide your face, toto took your chin with his thumb, forcing you to look at him, he kissed you gently, whimpering as he kiss you, your hands traveled to his chest as you push him away slightly, Toto look down at you “Something wrong, Schatzi?” “I'm sorry i- I can't do this…” you were about to leave but he pulled you back to him, “Let it happen Y/N, I know you wanted this.” you whimpered at his words, it's true you wanted this, you want him to touch you, to kiss you like you're the only person in the world, to fuck you, to fill you up with his cum like there's no tomorrow, you look at him, tears beaded in your eyes, toto gently wipes it away then kissed you, you moaned at his lips, he cares your hips and pushed your body to him you felt his erection to your stomach, he's hard and…big, you continue to kiss him as your phone rang, you pull away from the kiss, “I'm sorry i- I need to take this.” You pull your cellphone from your bag to see your father calling, you answer it, “Hey dad, what's up?” You look at toto, who's smirking down at you, “It's 11:00 PM where are you?” You felt Toto's hands on your waist as he leaned down to kiss your exposed neck, you tried your best not to moan, “I- I was with Checo, he's— he's dropping me off, I'll be ok dad, don't wait up.” Toto bites the flesh of your neck, he nibbles it lightly, earning a moan from you, “Y/N?” You pushed toto as he gave you a smirk, “yes..dad?” “Please, go home safe.” “I will dad, Goodnight.” you ended the call as you looked at toto who still had that stupid smirk on his face, “what’s your problem?” you annoyingly asked him which he chuckled in return, “Nothing, Schatzi, do you need a ride on the way home?” his expression changed, his gaze turned soft and concern, “Yes…” he grabbed your hands and went out of the rest room, “i’ll drop you off at least far from your fathers watch.” he grinned as you chuckled.
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Chapter 17 - Serpent's Condemn
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She devoured the pudding on her plate, desperate to drown out the overwhelming flood of thoughts and emotions consuming her. But the sweet flavor stood no chance against her thoughts, and didn’t prevent the tears from keep rolling down her cheeks in an endless cascade.
As the clock struck an hour before midnight, the two Slytherins stealthily made their way through the dimly lit hallways back to their common room. The faint sounds of laughing and chatting echoed off through the whole castle, and the faint scent of firewhiskey lingered in every corner of it, evidence of a recent celebration. Some students stumbled past them in a drunken haze, while others laid passed out in various corners around the school. The duo had no need to hide or be extra careful amidst the chaos. They were like shadows, blending seamlessly into the night as they snuck towards their destination.
Ominis's voice rose above the noise from their footsteps, lamenting Anne Sallow's recent situation, his face etched with concern as he recounted the events that led to Sebastian's sudden departure for Feltcroft.
“I’m sorry that happened to her. Poor Sebastian, spending Christmas like this…” Lorra regretted not having the chance to get to know Sebastian’s twin sister, but from what Ominis had told her, she was sure Anne was just as kind and caring as her brother… and as stubborn and wicked..
Memories flooded back as the young Gaunt reminisced about their earlier days, where they used to tease first years by telling them they could spot mermaids if they stood at the Common Room’s window long enough. It seemed silly now, but it was one of the first memories they’d together.
Lorrain couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at the thought of Anne missing out fourth year with her brother and Ominis. "I'm sure she'll be back soon," she reassured him, hoping it would bring some comfort.
"I hope so; Hogwarts just doesn't feel the same without her…" the blonde added with a wistful sigh.
As they made their way to the Slytherin room entrance, a girl with short hair greeted them before they could enter.
"There you are!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine excitement. "I'm sorry if I caught you off guard...but Penny told me I could find you here… Of course it’s your Common Room…er. Anyway - this is for you.” The girl then handed out a small present.
Ominis didn't recognize the girl's voice or silhouette, so he decided to let the girls have some privacy and started walking away, but before he could leave, Lorra grabbed his arm. "Ominis, she's talking to you," she whispered urgently, gesturing towards the girl who held out a small striped box with a bow on top, filled with colorful candies - Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans.
“Oh! My apologies- er-…”
“I’m Poppy, Poppy Sweeting. We’re in Beasts Class together.” But Ominis couldn't place her face or name, and it was clear that she didn't expect him to. "I just wanted to thank you for treating Gerald so kindly," she said. "Especially after Garreth Weasley practically slammed food on his face. So I just wanted to wish you a Happy Christmas, Ominis."
Ominis took the present shyly, he didn’t expect any gifts from his classmates, especially not from someone he barely knew. But as he traced down the familiar form of his favorite candy from HoneyDukes, he couldn't help but feel touched by Poppy's thoughtfulness.
"Thank you, Poppy," he said sincerely "Merry Christmas to you too. Would you like one?" He rapidly opened the box and offered her some but she kindly denied it.
“They are for you after all, but thank you! I’ll see you guys around!” Poppy walked away waving goodbye at them with a wide smile on her face.
“Gerald…?” Ominis asked confused, popping a green bean into his mouth while descending into their common room.
"Her favorite puffskein...you know, the one you fed a while back?" Lorra replied before stealing some of his candy.
“Oh…right…” That Poppy must be a Hufflepuff…
As they made their way towards their usual spot by the crackling fire, they noticed a group of first years already gathered there. In the midst of the young students stood Penny Backster, holding a large basket between her hands. Her bright blue eyes lit up as she recognized them and she eagerly approached with a welcoming smile.
"Hello again, Lorrain and Ominis," she greeted, her voice full of warmth. "I brought you guys sandwiches like I promised! And there's even some turkey legs, mashed potatoes, and other tasty treats. The house elves really outdid themselves this year." She gestured to the basket overflowing with delicious food.
Lorra graciously accepted the basket from her classmate and pulled her into a warm embrace, expressing her gratitude.
Well I guess it’s my turn now… Ominis extended his hand with the candy box to the girl. “Would you like a Bertie Bott, Penny?” he offered.
Penny's brows furrowed in surprise at this unexpected act of kindness from the usually aloof Gaunt boy. Hesitantly, she reached out and plucked a yellow candy from the box, popping it into her mouth and relishing in the sharp burst of sourness on her tongue. "Thank you!" she managed to say before hurrying back to her friends.
“I poisoned that Bertie Bott you know” He whispered to Lorra sarcastically.
“Oh yeah, I bet you did…”
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They finally addressed the elephant in the room, secluded in Gaunt's bed like a bunker, their only refuge. The topic surrounding the upcoming New Year's party caused their stomachs to coil into tight knots, making it nearly impossible to swallow down their meal. After what felt like an eternity, they finally reached a decision, a desperate plan born out of necessity. Ominis couldn't shake the nagging sense of danger that lurked around Lorra.As for her, the fear of one of their own getting hurt weighed heavily on her mind, making her anxious with each passing second.
"So it is decided then," he concluded with a heavy sigh.
"Yes..." Lorra answered, her gaze fixed on her plate.
"Are you certain I cannot change your mind?" Ominis pressed, hoping for a different answer. But her reply remained firm, a hint of anxiety underlying her words.
"No, Oms...I'm sorry."
“I’ll start working on the arrangements right away then,” he said, his voice trembling with nerves.
The girl grasped his hand and squeezed it tightly. "We'll take care of it tomorrow,"she reassured him before getting up from the bed to collect their plates.
He hovered his wand over her and sensed her calm attitude. “How can you be so composed?” he asked, his voice cracking with emotion.
“Someone has to be,” she replied, hiding her own terror.
“Sorry, I’m just-” he started to say before she cut him off. “-Nervous, terrified…just like me,” she admitted as she clutched the plates a little too tightly.
After placing everything back in the basket, she sat back down with her favorite dessert, trying to calm herself but failing miserably.
As Ominis let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumped and he ran his fingers through his blonde hair in frustration. "Sebastian would probably come up with some ridiculous excuse to calm us down," he muttered.
"And he'd likely throw in a few jokes about how we're overthinking everything." Lorra added with a hint of sarcasm. Despite the seriousness of their current predicament, both Ominis and her chuckled at the thought of their usually carefree friend being the voice of reason for once. It was a strange yet comforting notion to imagine Sebastian steering them back onto a steady course in the midst of chaos.
“He’s such a good duelist, I can’t seem to beat him just yet at CrossWands” She trailed off, trying to distract herself. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he became an auror…or a professional Quidditch player-” Her voice wavered as the tears started to spill down her cheeks.
"Why does this have to be so difficult?" She muttered under her breath, the weight of it all was finally crushing her. The murder accusations, Arthur's cruel methods of interrogation and his sudden apology, the shocking revelation about her beloved aunt… It was all becoming too much, threatening to swallow her whole. Her world was crumbling under her fingertips and she was struggling to hold on.
She devoured the pudding on her plate, desperate to drown out the overwhelming flood of thoughts and emotions consuming her. But the sweet flavor stood no chance against her thoughts, and didn’t prevent the tears from keep rolling down her cheeks in an endless cascade.
Ominis put her plate aside and threw his arms around her, squeezing her with a force that threatened to crush her bones. She was torn between gratitude for his unwavering presence, combined with an overwhelming sense of guilt for the mess they were in, all because of her.
On top of that, the timing could not be worse, as their entire plan depended on Sebastian's involvement, but Anne's fragile state added yet another layer of uncertainty to their already precarious situation.
“We’ll figure it out, together…” Ominis comforted her. “...but wherever this path leads us, I want you to know that I-I-”
“Don’t you dare” -she interrupted sharply. "We can save our words for later, after we've dealt with this” - and regretted it immediately-.
I’d love to say how much I love you too, Oms. I wish I could say it so easily. Every fiber of my being loves you and until this day, I don’t understand why. No words could ever fully express the depth and magnitude of what you mean to me, who you truly are in my eyes…But-
“You’re right, there’s no need for those things right now. I apologize, Meva… ”
“I didn’t mean to sound harsh, Oms,” She said, gently cupping his face between her hands. “It feels like you’re saying your goodbyes, preparing for the worst, and I’ll not have it.” She tried to wash away his worries by kissing him on the corner of his lips, her own lips tingling in consequence.
He responded eagerly, capturing her mouth and pulling her closer, his hands gripping her swollen cheeks. She felt both loved and owned by his possessive touch. Yet, beneath the sweet taste of her lips was a hint of longing, begging for more exploration.
But… what if there’s no “later”…? What if I don’t get to tell you how much you mean to my soul, Oms. What if I don’t ever get to kiss you after New Year. What if this IS my final goodbye?
A final tear rolled down her cheek, but was gently wiped away by Ominis’ thumb. She couldn’t be the one to be thinking that, she had to be strong. She had to. If not her, then who? It was her burden to bear. Not Ominis’, not Sebastian’s. It was hers and hers alone.
“I don’t want you to get hurt, Lorrain,” he pleaded, breaking the kiss and grabbing her by the wrists, his unseeing eyes filled with worry. “This is madness”.
“I believe so too. But, there’s no greater pain than living a life that isn’t truly yours. If there’s any chance for me to actually be free of whatever my family arranged me to, I’ll take it”. Her heart raced so fast it felt like it might burst from her chest. She refused to let her life be controlled by the actions of her ancestors, no matter who they were or what promises they’ve made.
After a few gentle kisses to her hands, the blonde stood up from the bed and made his way to his nightstand, reaching for something inside the top drawer. "Do you want your rings back?" He held out a small box in his hands, the rings still nestled inside.
Lorra's heart skipped a beat as she remembered his Christmas gift. Heat crept up her neck and into her cheeks. “Yes, please. Thank you." she finally spoke, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for the box. "Now that I don't have a wand, I'll-"
Shit.
Her sentence was cut off by a sudden realization. Panic set in as she remembered an important detail - she didn't have a wand of her own. Using Geneva's wand was out of the question; the thought of it made her cringe, it was like using a stranger's toothbrush.
Ominis threw his head back in frustration, coming to the same realization. "Mr Ollivander won't be back until January, as he does every year," he pointed out with an exasperated tone. The renowned wandmaker's shop was open every day of the year except for that exact period of time. With slow and heavy steps, Ominis handed the box to Lorra, their options dwindling with each passing second. "I suppose there may be other shops out there," he muttered with forced optimism.
"But we don't have time to search for a new one! And even if we did, I highly doubt they'd be open..." Lorra exclaimed, frustration evident in her voice as she placed the rings on their designated fingers in a desperate attempt to calm herself. They walked in anxious circles, racking their brains for another solution but coming up empty-handed.
“We could still try and-”
“Try and get us all three killed? No thank you,” she hissed, her frustration boiling over. “Dammit! How could I be so careless and stupid?!” Her voice echoed with fury as she cursed herself for not realizing the situation sooner. “If only I had known…we could have made it to Ollivander's and procured a wand before it was too late. But no, I let myself get distracted and now we're-”
“Lorrain!” Ominis shouted in alarm, his wand pointed directly at her hands. She snapped open her eyes and gasped in shock. Her hands were engulfed in a violent purple flame that crackled and danced, but strangely didn't burn her skin. With each passing moment, the fire grew heavier and more unstable, fueled by her inner rage.
The silver rings adorning her fingers glowed with a blinding light, proudly displaying the words GAUNT and LORRA engravings etched into their surface.
The flames disappeared after she lost focus on her anger and frustration. But Ominis’ wand captured something that it was not supposed to be there. “Wait…” he pointed his wand to the rings on her left hand, his face contorted with curiosity. He reached them with his fingers and traced over the engraved letters of his last name. "I never asked for my name to be added…”
"I thought it was a nice gesture that you've asked Mr. Flammel to-"
"Do you think I'm that vain?” he scoffed and Lorra rolled her eyes at the question. Yes darling, you are…just a little bit.
“Do you really believe I would want my cursed family name etched onto anything?" Ominis’ tone laced with disgust at the suggestion.
But the sudden realization slapped them across the face. Ominis had never instructed the creator of those rings, the legendary Nicolás Flammel, to include his last name, and with a reputation like his, there was no way the renowned alchemist would make such a mistake in his work.
“Ominis,” her eyes darted between each of the rings.“You said Arthur saw your father talking to Professor Black about me, right after I left the Ministry…”
“Yes”
The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. The weight of Mr Gaunt’s ownership over her felt suffocating, making her feel caught between fear and anger. How did he know about Ominis’ present? How much control did he really have over her?
“He knew you were going to give this to me… He knows who I am…He knows he… owns me.”
👉It's been a while since I last posted an entire chapter here, sorry about that
👉The friend that helps me edit my drafts told me she wanted to see more of how Lorrain feels, what she thinks, what's on her mind... sooo this is me trying.
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if youre still taking the top 100 song rqs - how about 34 and something kairi related? ❤️ (dont worry about it if you're already swamped with rqs!)
but i regret just one thing: i never got to change your mind
[ID: a digital drawing of kairi from kingdom hearts. the background is a sketchy rendition of the tunnel in Traverse Town's secret waterway. the shadows are a little chunky, and the circular waterway frames her from the shoulder up.
she is in her kingdom hearts outfit, shown from the thigh up. with her back to the audience, kairi holds her right arm behind her back, shoulders tense. her right hand is curled into a fist. /End ID.]
#empyreasheart#hi dear!! this took a while because i kept changing my mind about the lyric/the drawing.... happy attempt no 4 for me<3#this just keeps happening w/kairi idk why. i just love her sm i want to do well by her sorry about. The Sad.#i love her so much i think about the lucky charm scene constantly it makes me wanna weep#i was gonna originally do older kairi (~kh4) with 'couple years flashing by—and i'm doing okay' w/her#holding a blue-red-gold seashell (for both rik/u and s/ora) or a message bottle in the destiny island's pier but. i couldn't figure out#the pose. Or the outfit..... i'm not great at designing those; specially those w/fantastical-esque elements#anyway tysm for the ask!! and for the patience too <3#kairi kh#nano does reqs#my doods#i love posting at mystifying times (i finish at terrible hours and get excited)#34
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What was it like for you starting out as a beginner artist? How did you improve?
I mostly just incessantly practiced, experimented, and observed a lot for as long as I can remember. I grew up on a lot of videos going over tips and techniques for beginner artists and mostly just observed their processes and would try to bring them into my art. Othertimes I would just constantly experiment with my artstyle (what if I made the shoulders more defined, what if I changed the size of how I draw eyes, what if tried drawing different body types, what if I tried a pose with a lot more foreshortening etc etc). I tried to push myself a bit further everytime like maybe spending more time on the overall piece, adding backgrounds, drawing multiple people interacting. Drawing challenges also helped a lot I think since they pushed me out of my comfort zone or forced me to approach my art in different way than what I was used to. Things like “draw something using only one line and not lifting your pen from the paper”, or “create a bunch of random shapes using a colored marker and then turn them into characters/objects”, or even just dtiys challenges were great for this. A lot of the drawings I made from these didn’t really end up being things I was super proud of after finishing them, but thats fine since I still learned a lot and they still helped with improving. A lot of it was honestly just not being afraid to draw something I might not be happy with later in the name of getting that practice in and trying new things all the time.
I hope this is helpful, but I’m not too sure so I’m sorry if it isn’t, this is the best way I could think of summarizing it!
#pedia says stuff#asks#not drawing#so sorry it took a while to answer this#i had a bit of trouble putting it into words and was worried i was just defaulting to the usual answer of ‘i practiced’#but this whole thing still might boil down to ‘i practiced’ so. so sorry i tried#i just got excited all the time over learning new things and still do#shoutout to younger me who excitedly got up at 5am to look up fun2draw tutorials so i could work on that before getting ready for school#shoutout to me in middle school who got so stressed out when people would watch me draw#so i just learned to draw really really fast as like a stress thing#also sidenote if anyone ever does the ‘omg you draw?? can you draw me??’#hit them with the ‘sure here are my prices’. 90% of the time they will either back off or actually be willing to pay#i WISHHHHH i knew that in school instead of being too nice to say no
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Could I ask 9 and/or 4?
got two people asking for 4 so i'll get to it lol but first:
9. What are your file name conventions
well it depends, usually now they're p straightforward (often for organizational purposes)
sometimes tho they're kinda funny
4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw
oh there's probably a LOT honestly that i'm just forgetting abt but for one i'll say a certain bitch: FUKASE
ohhhhh my god. love that bastard but also wtf dude. aside from wildly inconsistent characterization in my stuff (b/c honestly he's a really interesting character who has a lot of potential for different interpretations, imo) I KEEP FUCKING UP HOW I DRAW HIM 😭😭 i'll forget some detail or another (like on his outfit or the fucking x thing near his mouth or the little flag on his head), colors aren't always consistent cause i keep changing them (sorry my guy your current red is kinda too high contrast and i got color theory shit going on in my things), I CAN NEVER FUCKING DRAW HIS HAIR RIGHT EVEN THO ITS NOT EVEN THEORETICALLY THAT HARD OF A HAIRSTYLE, not even his height's fucking consistent either he's a goddamn mess. award goes to him for sure in being THE most inconsistent variable vocaloid bitch in my shit, not just hc/portrayal-wise but also drawing wise because FUCK even if i draw him somewhat often HE LITERALLY LOOKS DIFFERENT EVERY FUCKING TIME
len's hair is also a bitch sometimes but for some reason i (usually) have less trouble w/ his hairstyle compared to fukase's WHICH IS SOME FUCKING BACKWARDS ASS LOGIC BRUH THE HELL
weirdly specific artist asks
#ask#anonymous#ask meme#SORRY THE RESPONSE WAS DELAYED i was in class and in general i take forever to type this shit up and i wanted the file name pics#those are all from images ive already posted im pretty sure; have fun guessing which are which if youre up for that challenge lol#my file names used to be more exciting when i was younger but now theyre kinda usually just the title or smthn related to the subject etc#that isnt to say i dont still have funny file names but some of the funnier ones are like inside jokes nobody would get or sm shit like tha#just in general theres QUITE A LOT of vocaloid design choices that are fucking hell on earth for me to draw sometimes#took me a while to figure out piko's hairstyle. and the details on his dress/boots/headphone things are fucking hell still rip so i simplif#i havent drawn maika a lot but like the one time i did i realized her design is actually kinda fuckin weird. same can b said for many other#i love them dont get me wrong but AUGHGHH dies sometimes. idk why some shit is easier for me to draw and some not ??? logic#i can say i can pretty much draw oliver from memory tho so clearly theres a bias here#ollie the star anon
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Meep meep meep
The Oliver :3
ehehe the little guy of all time...
My favorite song of theirs
ughgighghkjdg this is so hard wtf he has good songs 😭 i'll give u 3 b/c i can't decide
to be basic: "Amygdala's Rag Doll" -> it was the first ever oliver (and GHOST) song i listened to. still bangs after all these years
to be emo: "Thing" -> also one of the first oliver songs i started listening to, resonates w/ me deeply b/c personal issues. also very lovely and haunting
to be interesting: "Collection" -> OLIVER IN JAPANESE also the pv is so nice and this just soundsss so pretty. also not an og song but if u want more oliver in japanese there's this cover i'm going insane over
Who I ship them with
ok i'll b honest. len.
blonde boys that die in a lot of their songs
I THINK ITS FUNNY OK 😭 its not all that serious but they r cute. they both do have other cute ships too but i like this. or aroace oliver too thats slay
My favorite part about their design
ughhh everything abt his design is perfect its so gooddd but like... ig for one thing the long coat?? i suck at drawing it sometimes but i just love shit like that so i have the chance to draw flowy shit. extra dramatique. realistically ik wind physics whatever don't work like that BUT IT LOOKS COOL esp when other people do it in art too i love to see it. and in general it just ties his whole design together, blueee
also idk if james counts but best decision ever was giving him bird. yes. love to see it
A random headcanon I have of them
you get 2 b/c i couldn't decide which one's better
at this rate b/c of how much inedible stuff he's eaten he's practically immune to food poisoning. you can't kill him in any way that matters
HE AND MOKE ARE BESTIESSSSSS. you will never take this hc away from me even from my cold dead hands I WANT THEM TO BE FRIENDSSSS!!! bird enthusiasts. they go birdwatching together and have very long conversations about ornithology stuff. they arrange very sophisticated playdates for both their pet birds. ily them
name a vocaloid in my askbox and i'll tell you stuff
#ask#i got disconcentrated while answering sorry this took so long?? 😭 ALSO I HATE THE NEW EDITORRR i hate npf so much i jakfdsnjkgndskgjsgk#sorry if this isn't very exciting kdsjg. its like that post i like getting asks but answering them makes me nervous 😭#the bird stuff also definitely hasnt intensified due to where my life is going in (bird direction). REGARDLESS BESTIESSSSS PLEASE!! FRIENDS#im so sorry to both len and oliver. or really any vocaloid i get attached to my shitposts are so BADDDD DSHKJGHKG BUT ITS FUNNY#its a cute ship but i wish people were less creepy/weird abt it :/ ya know? but i dont wanna start drama#ive been meaning to make a post abt this but I WISH IT WAS EASIER TALKING ABOUT MY HCS FOR THESE VOCA MFERS#cause the inconsistency. the way nothing is like properly sorted. sobs. theres very few things that actually are somewhat 'default' but aug#lmao though he's like... a mini evil food eater conchita at this rate what have i done 😭😭 he'd drink straight poison for fun he dont care#thats one of the few things that stays consistent w/ him. boy cannot be stopped from eating things he should not be eating 😔✌️ he's feral#anyways i am so sorry i suck at tumblr :') i hope this makes sense???
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