#alexa answers

[witchslove]

Reader and Wanda being fuck buddies for months, but have a rule where they don't kiss or cuddle in order to make sure they don't catch feelings. Spoiler alert, they do. After one encounter where one of them gets jealous. They started having sex that begins with them being feral and eventually rolls into love making where they confess their feelings for one another. Followed by a long overdue cuddle session.

I love this idea, I love the “strictly friends with benefits” to catching feelings pipeline, definitely one of my fave tropes.

You and Wanda are regularly sleeping together, but that’s all it is. The two of you agreed on three rules before you started - no kissing, no cuddling, and no catching feelings for each other.

It isn’t until Vision openly flirts with Wanda in front of you that you realize you’ve already broken the most important rule. For a while now, you’ve been pushing down your feelings for the brunette, telling yourself that the sex is just really good and it’s nothing more than that.

Ever since the feelings started, you’ve been able to convince yourself that you don’t actually need anything more than what the arrangement provides. You’ve done your best to ignore the urge to kiss her when you’re deep inside of her, and the desire to hold her after you’ve made her cum.

You haven’t broken any rules.

Until now.

When you overheard Vision telling Wanda she’s beautiful and offering to help her cook, you can’t help but feel jealous. When he stands beside her in the kitchen, reaching his arm around her to grab something, his fingers brushing against hers in the process, you know you can’t ignore your feelings any longer.

You scold yourself for wanting to be in his place, for wanting the one person in the world you can’t have. As much as you wish you could continue denying your feelings, as much as you wish you could ignore the burning in your heart, you can’t.

The jealousy wins over any rational thought in your mind, and when you see Wanda making her way back to her room alone, you corner her.

“What was that about?” You ask, getting straight to the point.

“What was what-” Wanda begins to ask, before you interrupt her.

“You and Vision seem close,” you say sharply, your voice laced with jealousy that you hope she doesn’t pick up on, but you’re also too far gone to care.

“So?” She replies nonchalantly, raising an eyebrow at you as she reaches the door to her room. Her apathetic response only fuels the fire within you and she notices the hardened expression on your face, the anger behind your dilated pupils. The desire in your eyes whenever you look at her, the same desire she sees now, never fails to get her worked up, but she pushes that aside to remind you of the rules.

“Vision and I are just friends, not that it matters though. It’s not like you and I are together, remember?” She says harshly, crossing her arms.

“I remember,” you respond, clenching your jaw. “It’s just sex, right?”

While she usually takes on a more dominant role when she’s with you, Wanda can’t help but feel intimidated under your intense gaze as she nods in response.

“So let me fuck you then,” you say decidedly, your eyes still locked on hers.

Wanda’s slightly taken aback; she’s never seen you be so assertive with her, but she can’t deny that it turns her on. Without another word, she opens the door to her room and pulls you in with her, immediately letting you to pin her against it once you’re inside.

You don’t waste any time, hastily removing her shirt and bra before taking one of her nipples into your mouth. Wanda moans softly at the contact, her hands finding the back of your head to guide your movements.

You lick and suck at the hardened bud as your other hand comes up to palm at her neglected breast, working her up expertly the way only you can.

When Wanda bucks her hips in search of friction, you pick her up and carry her to the bed, laying her down against the sheets you’ve become so familiar with and crawling on top of her. You look down at her for a moment, soaking in the sight of her beneath you, panting with arousal. She looks so beautiful laid out for you, lips parted and green eyes practically begging you to fuck her.

Before you can get lost in your feelings, your hands find their way under her skirt, fingertips grazing the front of her panties. You smirk when you can feel how soaked she is through the fabric, knowing only you can make her this wet.

For a second, the thought of Vision being the cause of her arousal flashes through your mind and reignites your jealousy.

You quickly shake the thought from your mind and yank her panties down her legs, pulling at the fabric almost desperately. You bring a hand up to cup her dripping pussy, this time with no barriers between you.

She moans when you slide two fingers inside of her, her walls clenching around your digits as you start fucking them into her. Your pace isn't soft or slow, you're far too desperate to see her cum for you, to claim her in the only way you can.

“Fuck, so good,” Wanda moans, her head thrown back against the pillow as you watch, getting off on the sight of her in the throes of pleasure. You curl your fingers and she whimpers, growing wetter under your touch. Your thumb finds its way to her clit, rubbing the swollen bud and making her arch her back with a groan.

"I'm close," Wanda says breathily in between moans, her hips meeting your thrusts almost as desperately as your fingers move inside of her.

"You wanna cum for me?" You ask, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, please," Wanda begs, her nails digging into your back as she nears her peak.

"Say you're mine," you demand without thinking straight, your eyes locked on her face, anticipating her reaction to your words. "Say you're mine and you can cum."

"Fuck," Wanda gasps, her pussy tightening around your fingers. You smirk at how her body responded to your request. "I'm yours," she breathes out, her arms wrapped around you pulling you in closer. "I'm yours, please."

"Cum for me." With that, the tight coil within Wanda snaps and she bucks her hips up sharply, a guttural moan leaving her lips as she falls apart for you. Her eyebrows are furrowed, her mouth hung open in pleasure as heavenly sounds escape her, and you can feel her walls spasming around you as she rides out her intense orgasm.

Seeing Wanda cum is one of your favorite things in the world, the way she looks when she gets off, the sounds she makes as pleasure racks her body, the way she practically rides your fingers even from underneath you. You briefly think that you could never tire of making this woman fall apart for you, that you could do it for the rest of your life and never want to miss a second of it.

In that moment, you can't help yourself. You lean down to capture her lips with your own, kissing her as she moans into your mouth. What really surprises you is how she kisses you back, her lips moving against yours tenderly, making your head spin.

Kissing Wanda is everything you imagined and more. It feels so right, you almost forget how wrong it is. The rules of your arrangement are the last thing on your mind as she hums into your mouth, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek as she kisses you. You pull away first, not wanting to take more than she's willing to give, despite feeling like you already have.

When she finally comes down from reaching her peak, she opens her eyes, looking up at you with darkened eyes and a lazy smirk on her face. It turns you on even more, the smugness in her expression, and you feel yourself blushing, fighting the urge to look away.

"That was something," she says teasingly and you groan, feeling slightly ashamed at how caught up in the moment you were.

"Don't flatter yourself," you mumble, trying to save face.

As if she can sense your embarrassment, Wanda gives you an out. "You just wanted to feel like you were in control, huh?" She coos, fake pouting as she brushes a strand of hair out of your face. "How cute."

You want nothing more than to shut her up with your lips on hers again, but you hold back, not wanting to break the rules beyond what's already been done.

You pin her wrists above her head in an attempt to regain some kind of control over the situation. There's a flash of something in Wanda's eyes, something unreadable, and before you can determine what it is, she's flipping you over onto your back.

"Uh uh. You've had your fun, it's my turn," she says, straddling your waist, and you can't help but look her over when she's giving you such a delicious view of her naked body in your lap. "You want to be good for me, baby?"

You nod, feeling almost pathetic at how easy it is for her to take back control over you. She moves up your body so her pussy is inches from your face. "Then open your mouth detka," she orders, so close you can smell her arousal, and it drives you crazy. "Make me feel good with that pretty mouth of yours."

You don't need to be told twice, pulling her hips down to meet your mouth, licking a stripe up her pussy before latching onto her clit. You eat her out like a woman starved and you don't stop until she's cum so many times she can't take any more.

When she collapses beside you in the bed, she falls into your hold and you wrap your arm around her without a second thought, keeping her close as she catches her breath. She's too tired to tell you to move away, to leave her room like you usually do when you're done fucking her silly.

You're both aware that you're breaking another rule, but it feels so good, so comforting and warm, that neither of you can find it in you to care. Within minutes, Wanda falls asleep in your arms, and you cherish the feeling of her pressed up against you so intimately, knowing that you may never get this opportunity again.

The next morning, you wake up first, making sure to leave before she stirs and finds you still in her bed. You pull the blankets over her sleeping form, taking a moment to admire her before you reluctantly exit the room.

The sex changes after that; you start staying over more, holding her close after fucking her for hours, kissing her lips to muffle her moans and shut her up when she's teasing you with her smart mouth. You're always gone before she wakes up, scared of how she might act once her high has worn off, worried that once the moment is over, she'll tell you to leave or somehow make you feel bad about breaking the rules.

But she never does bring up the rules, nor does she ever stop you from breaking them. If anything, she kisses you back just as passionately each time and presses her body back against you in the bed as if she's trying to get impossibly closer to you. She tells you she's yours when she's about to cum and she smiles when you whisper "that's right, you're mine" into her hair as you bring her pleasure.

Vision continues to flirt with Wanda and your jealousy doesn't waiver. It isn't until he asks her out on a date that you finally confess your feelings for the brunette, telling her everything you've been holding inside for so long.

You find out from Steve that Vision asked Wanda out and your heart sinks, all you can think is that you hope she said no. You get up from the couch without another word, making your way to Wanda's room, emotions high and clouding any judgment.

You knock on the door and when she opens it, you don't give her any time to greet you first. "Don't go on that date," you blurt out, looking her in the eyes as you speak.

"What are you-" she starts, but you cut her off.

"I heard about Vision. He asked you out right?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Don't go out with him," you interrupt again, searching her face for any indication that she might've said yes to the date.

"Why not?" She asks, but something tells you she already knows the reason.

"Because I..." you trail off, working up the courage to tell her the truth. "Because it's me you should be going out with instead, not him," you say quietly, as if you're ashamed of the words coming out of your mouth, as if you feel bad for feeling the way you do for the woman in front of you.

When she doesn't respond, you elaborate. "I like you Wanda, and I'm sorry for breaking the most important rule but it's not like we haven't broken all the others already. I can't help how I feel about you, but if I'm not reading things wrong, I think you like me too," you rush out, holding your breath as you wait for her to say something back.

A soft smile graces her features. "You're not reading things wrong," she says simply, and that's all you need.

You smile before breaking the distance between you, your lips meeting hers in a passionate embrace, pouring all of your feelings into the kiss. You manage to close the door behind you without separating from her and pin her against it, swallowing the whimper she lets out at the feeling of being pushed back against the hard surface.

That night, you don't fuck her.

When you carry her to the bed, you touch her intimately, you bring her pleasure, you make her come undone for you, but it isn’t just sex anymore. You make love to her, no longer hiding your feelings, no longer wondering if she feels the same way.

And the next morning, when you wake up in Wanda’s bed with her curled up against you, you don’t leave.

[wizardalexa]

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[spicy-meatball-1]

hii you used to have the little blue guy right? i like the new theme :]

aww thx :)

the old pfp was Mari from the game Omori

[fableforger]

ROs react to playful!MC feeling silly+affectionate and “attacking” them with kisses all over their face? Bonus points for what the RO might have done to provoke such apocalytic levels of cuteness aggression 😌

Thank you so much for the ask! It was a lot of fun to think about. 🤗 For this scenario, I’m imagining that the MC and each RO are already in a committed, loving relationship.

So, let's go:

Beware: Since this is a RO-related ask, there may be minor spoilers ahead. Please keep scrolling if you’d prefer to stay unspoiled.

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Alexos/Alexa: They did something incredibly thoughtful and selfless for you - without saying a word, and without expecting anything in return. So you can’t help yourself. You have to show them how much you love them.

They react with startled tension. Blink. Blink. A single: “What are you -?” And then they go completely still - warm, quiet beneath your touch.

They don’t stop you. They wouldn’t dare. But when you finally pull back, they’re flushed, stunned - and holding onto you just a little tighter.

“…Okay. That was… uncalled for. But not unwelcome.”

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Theron/Thera They looked at you with that soft little smile and whispered, “I have the feeling I was always destined to meet you.” And you can’t let them just say that. Not without a reaction.

So you give them one.

They laugh - genuine, light, a little surprised. They tilt their head into the kisses, eyes half-lidded, a breathy, dreamy: “More?”

You make them glow. And they let it happen like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“If this is the price I have to pay for saying that, I’ll pay it gladly.”

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Rhaelos/Rhaela They handed you something simple - like tea, or your favorite snack - without a word. Just that look. That look. The one that says your well-being is always their first priority.

And you can’t hold back anymore. They gave you something - so you're giving something back.

When you do, they go completely still. Not resisting - just processing. One brow lifts, slowly. Because, well… you’re kissing them. A lot.

When it’s over, they blink once and say, deadpan: “I suppose I deserved this.”

You’re not entirely sure if they meant it as punishment or reward.

...But they do pull you back in. Very gently. Very deliberately.

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Dorian/Dione They teased you with that stupidly charming smirk and said, “You’re cute when you pout.”

So you decide to punish them. Oh, they want cute? You’ll give them cute.

They start cackling - melting - fighting back with a dramatic gasp and flailing limbs: “Ah! Betrayed! Attacked by affection! Is nothing sacred?”

They take off running, but it’s all mock flight - and you’re already chasing after them, grinning like a storm.

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Drakon He said something smug - “I know you want me.” And then winked.

So sure of himself. So infuriatingly confident. Just once, you want to throw him off balance. Surprise him. And since he’s so certain you can’t resist him... You don’t.

You launch yourself at him.

His reaction comes in perfect order: Confused. Amused. Very, very still. Then - a low, pleased growl as you kiss every inch of that maddeningly arrogant face.

“You know,” he murmurs, voice like heat, “only you get to do that. Anyone else would be on the floor by now.”

You like the way he says it. Because now you get to feel a little smug.

And if you try to leave - he pulls you right back in.

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Zephiron/Zephyra They saw right through you.

Caught that spark in your eyes, the one you thought you’d hidden, and said something infuriatingly observant like, “You always look like that when you’re planning something.” With that knowing grin.

You hate that you can never surprise them. But you’ll never stop trying.

So you launch your attack: kisses. Everywhere.

They inhale sharply. Then laugh - soft, breathy, delighted. And their arms close around your waist as you kiss them into silence.

“So that was your plan,” they murmur.

And then they kiss you back. Fewer places. But with far more precision than should be legal.

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??? She started this war.

She was the one who ambushed you first- peppering you with kisses so fast and so many you could barely breathe. So when she finally pulls back, laughing and breathless -

You immediately return fire.

She squeals. Instantly. Laughing, gasping, clinging to you like you're both about to fly.

“Wait – wait – stop - no don’t stop - aaaaaah!”

She’s absolutely delighted.

But don’t get cocky - she will retaliate. Tenfold. There will be chaos. There will be spinning. Something will get knocked over.

And it will be perfect.

[sacr1ficialang3l]

birthday gift from my parents, i finally got my eyebrow piercing<3

i feel cooler than ever, i’m so freaking happy.

[r-aindr0p]

Elias is so fricking cute and cool and funny! He's so fricking awesome!

He is thanking you ! (and flexing w/ his technomantic prosthetis) + other random scribbles (yea jade quickly found it neat to sit on Elias' right side during classes, free charge station and web browser)

As for the other ask, yeah that's the plan but shh, Elias is still in denial.

Though they technically held hands once, kinda... it happenned after this little incident (first comic w/ the broom)

Automatic hand grab :)))

Might as well link this other shitpost w/ elias I did centuries ago, since it's answers to asks it doesn't show when I look up for the posts w/ the search bar hhshdhsvd, anyway here you go : cat feeder ferature on his arm

[aryomengrande]

me when my friends who also dont play lads pick xavier as the guy they think they’ll like bc he looks so soft/has a sweet demeanor

[fanaticsnail]

< 3

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[witchslove]

Pervy milf Wanda thoughts? By all means, please share ✨

Pervy milf!Wanda who’s secretly obsessed with you, she’s always asking you to come over and help with stuff around the house just so she can ogle you while you work. She especially loves when you work outside in the hot sun, your skin glistening with sweat.

She finds ways to make you stick around too, offering you food or drinks when you’re done with whatever task she needed help with. She’s always offers to pay you but you politely decline each time, so she follows it up with a flirty “I wish there was some way I could repay you sweetheart.”

Pervy milf!Wanda definitely masturbates to the thought of you, sometimes even using pictures from your social media to get off to. She moans your name while she rubs her clit, always imagining that it’s your head between her legs instead of her hand. Part of her even hopes you’ll see her through her bedroom window or hear her erotic sounds as she makes herself cum.

When you finally get together, she isn’t shy about telling you what she’s been up to either. “Fuck, this is better than I imagined,” she moans as she rides your fingers, your thumb stimulating her clit.

“You imagined this?” You ask in awe, watching with darkened eyes as she gets herself off in your lap.

“Yes honey,” she responds, leaning in to speak lowly in your ear. “So many nights I touched myself to the thought of this, I fucked myself in this very bed, imagining it was you fucking me.”

You moan at her words, turned on beyond belief at the picture she’s painting for you, unable to think of anything else besides Wanda spread out on the bed, her own fingers working between her thighs as she chases her orgasm.

Pervy milf!Wanda is also perpetually horny. You could breathe a certain way and she’ll want to jump your bones. She’s always thinking about different ways she can ruin you, she loves using you for her pleasure and she relishes in the way you enjoy it just as much. She’s such a tease too, always finding ways to rile you up just so she can see you desperate for her.

[wizardalexa]

Hmmm…

*The cat wizard does cat things to the object sitting on the shelf* (Bap bap bap)

Hehehehehe >:3

*Slowly baps Wizard Alexa towards the edge of the shelf*

✨Wizard Alexa does not think Wizard Alexa likes this very much...✨

[sometimesanalice]

I’m so curious about ‘Like I Can” and reader’s childhood/high school background!! Could we get some little flashbacks? Your work is amazing btw❣️❣️❣️

Ah! This was such a fun message to get! Sorry it took me a minute to respond, I wanted to make sure I had time to sit down and give it the attention it deserves!

What do you want to know? My inbox is always open, so please feel free to send thoughts or questions in any time they pop up! 🫶🏻

But here’s more about Sweet Girl for you! (i might have gone a little overboard, lol)

Sweet Girl was a bit of a shy girlie and a bit of a late bloomer in her younger years. It wasn’t until high school where she really started coming out of her shell.

She spent a lot of time at the Bradshaw house growing up and felt like it was hers too. Carole was the one who first gave her the “sweet girl” nickname and they had a really close relationship (sg still has the locket Carole gave her for her 13th birthday). And SG’s favorite nights were the ones where they’d get to have sleepovers. The moms would be upstairs having their own (wine, brownies, and romcoms), and her and Bradley would have free rein of the living room. (she famously isn't a fan of movie theater popcorn while Bradley is the extra butter kind of guy, but she does like the kettle corn kind.)

After her parent’s divorce, she had a complicated relationship with her dad. SG never saw it coming and then he moved very quick with a new wife and step siblings, and she felt really betrayed there for a while.

She had a few close friends in her grade, but Bradley was always who she considered her best friend. And because of that she did get picked on sometimes mainly by shitty boys who didn’t understand why they were so close or why he’d want to hang out with her (especially since they have a 2 year gap, so they’d call her his shadow or a tagalong). Bradley made it clear that anyone who messed with her wasn’t cool with him, but there were still some comments under breaths that she’d hear sometimes chose to keep to herself.

She’s always been artsy (she doodled some very detailed fireballs on the page of the sheet music book with Great Balls of Fire that she gave Bradley for his 12th birthday). But her favorite classes in high school were AP history (preferred euro over us) and computer science. (She originally wanted to be a graphic designer, and focused on pursuing her freshman year in college before later changing her major.)

Tennis was her sport of choice, and she was pretty decent at it. Her mom, Carole, and Bradley (baseball schedule depending) were always in the stands to cheer her on (the moms had to sit through so much spring sports, those opaque tumblers were definitely filled with wine, lol)! Both SG and Bradley had shirts they’d made as self professed #1 fan of the other when they were at each other’s games. The year she almost made it to the state playoffs was the year after Carole passed away, and after that happened and seeing her mom there alone in the stands without Carole or Bradley, she quit playing.

Miss ma’am is a smart cookie, and was one of three valedictorians in her class. (She did not audition to give the speech and let one of the others do it because she doesn't like a lot of attention directed at her.)

Her respect for the library (and why she won’t make out with Bradley in the stacks, even though he’s always trying to get her to after they get together, she won’t but she does let him carry her books, lol) is because she used to spend her summers volunteering there. Bradley would either drop SG off or pick her up depending on his baseball camp schedule and his job scooping ice cream. (Which Bradley has a struck ‘no milkshakes’ in the montero rule after she spilled hers one time, and he never let her forget about it)

I do have plans for a couple longer oneshots about their younger years! Including one about the night at the homecoming party where Bradley got his scars, and then also about the period after Carole died and Bradley's self destructive era (when he tried to implode their friendship).

As for some little flashbacks, I think that sounds like so much fun! I love their dynamic so much and have fun weaving in things from their past into the stories I write when I have the chance to do it! If there's specific things you're interested, send them my way! I'm happy to keep a little list and work on them when the time and inspiration hits!

[quinloki]

Heard quin wasen’t feeling good so got in contact with an expert doctor

I love this so much 🥰❤️💖

The little birb feet remind me of a friend’s OC and I would like to think widdle bebe Wes, sweet harpy child they are, wanted to sign the paper too xD

Thank you - this is adorable all the way around and has at least made my day a little better 💕😇😍

[fableforger]

How do the ROs react if the MC is all clingy in the morning? Like hugging them from behind, softly begging them to stay, refusing to let go because ‘nooo don’t go to work yet 🥺’? Would any of them stay? Would some pretend to resist but secretly love it? Would anyone be immune?? I need to know who crumbles and who teases 😭🫶

Oh, thank you for this question. 🧡 Let’s wander into their mornings together:

Beware: Since this is a RO-related ask, there may be minor spoilers ahead. Please keep scrolling if you’d prefer to stay unspoiled.

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Alexos / Alexa: They’d struggle. Not because they don’t want to stay (gods, they do) but because duty’s claws are already in their back. So they’d wrap you up in their arms for a fleeting moment, press a kiss to your forehead like it means everything (because it does), and leave. Fast. Efficient. Focused. But it will be noticeable how quickly they return. They won’t speak of it, but it’s written in the way they walk back to you like they were holding their breath the whole time.

???: Stay? Of course she stays. She flops right back into the blankets with a laugh, tucks herself into your side like it’s the most natural place in the world, and forgets entirely that she was supposed to be somewhere two hours ago. Eventually, someone very annoyed will show up to drag her out the door while she pouts and blows you a kiss. Regret? None. She’d do it again.

Drakon: If he truly has to leave, nothing can stop him. Not even you wrapped around his waist like the world depends on it. But it’s fine. He just picks you up. Under one arm, or draped over his shoulder, you’re coming with him. “Clingy?” he murmurs, amused. “Then cling. I don’t mind.” And he means it. You might just end up pressed to his back while he sharpens a blade, utterly unbothered.

Theron / Thera: You look at them with those eyes. Soft, pleading, sleepy. And that’s it. They fold like dew-soaked grass. A quiet sigh, a whisper of, “Just a little longer��” They’re already rearranging themselves to cradle you closer, lips brushing your hair. Later, they’ll mumble something about missed responsibilities, but they won’t regret a second of it.

Zephiron / Zephyra: Oh, they’ll smile. They’ll let you tug them close, hands sliding around their waist. They'll even melt a little when you whisper against their skin. But they’re wind, love. And wind doesn’t stay caged. So they kiss you, soft, slow, unfairly good, and then, while you’re blinking at the ceiling, they vanish like a ghost in the Underworld. “Miss me today, will you?” The words brush your ears like falling feathers. Then you’ll hear laughter fading down the hall. And you know: you will miss them.

Dorian / Dione: They complain. Gods, they complain. But they don’t move. Instead, they rest their cheek against your temple and stay exactly where you want them. If anything, they shift closer. You’ll notice it: The flicker of something too warm in their violet eyes. They won’t say a word, but you’ll know. They love this.

Rhaelos / Rhaela: They hesitate. Duty looms, justice calls, and their mind says go. But you look up at them with that ache in your voice, that sadness they can’t quite read. Is it playfulness? Or… do you truly need them right now? And that question alone roots them. They stand there, still and unsure, until you reach up, press a kiss to their cheek, and whisper, “It’s okay. Go.” They nod, grateful you freed them from the duty to you, so they can honor the others.

[coeluvr]

The way I've read this story, the main reason my MC has a childhood crush on Hunter is that much like something that was previously said, my MC has only seen their ideal side. Hunter was the first to show my MC kindness after their family was murdered (I don't count Lancelot, he stood by and let MC's parents be killed) Fadiya seems too much like a sister, and Soarine is too new and unknown in my mind for my MC to trust.

For some reason I feel like a childhood crush on Hunter is kinda bittersweet, maybe because when you put it as Hunter being the "ideal" to MC it makes me think how lonely MC must have been to take the kindness they showed and feeling it so deeply that they started to like Hunter. 😭

Obviously it differs from MC to MC but this thought makes me so sad.

I hope most of the childhood crush MCs can grow to truly like Hunter when they do get to know them better, even with all of their flaws and even if it destroys that ideal image. 🥲

[bohemian-rhapsody-in-blue]

SpikeI starts streaming from the bebop and has text to speech enabled.

Vicious sends him a super chat that reads “Alexa, what is my current location” and doxes spike

But the real questions are:

How did the Bebop get an Alexa in the first place? (Hypothesis: Ed found one in her little junkyard on Earth and managed to fix it up and connect it to the net, and she brought it onto the Bebop without telling anybody. No one knew it existed because no one in the crew had ever naturally started a sentence with “Alexa,” what are they, bougie?!)

What kind of streamer would Spike be? (Hypothesis: sleep streamer, in an attempt to make a little extra money from ad revenue in the lowest-effort way possible. Vicious also annoys him by doing this [sound warning])

Could the Bebop just fly away from wherever Vicious has deemed their current location to be, thus neutralizing the doxxing? (Hypothesis: Nope. Besides there being a limit on how fast spaceships can go, especially an old repurposed fishing trawler like the Bebop, its court has also been set to Mars and the destination can’t be changed, like at the end of Toys in the Attic. Oops. No escaping your past now, Spike)

If anyone has any other hypotheses or additions to the Streamer Spike Lore, lmk in the comments/reblogs!

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Adding onto the nightmare thing before my next class starts (hopefully)

Before Crow started sleeping with Count Raven, any time they woke up from a nightmare, they would put their mask on, just to reassure that no one would be able to see or look at their face (and also so they don't have to look at their face)

When they start sleeping with Count Raven, he runs his knuckles along the scars and Crowbar immediately prefers that over putting the mask back on.

When he leaves, they try to mimic what Count did with his fingers before one night, giving up and just putting the mask back on, noting that it takes longer for them to calm down with the mask than it did with Count Raven

This reminds me of the idea I had where after Count Raven leaves, Crowbar makes up a replacement item (like a pillow or something) and lays with it on their torso, pretending it’s the Count in loaf mode