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keeperofasecretsecret · 2 days ago

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They Say “I love you” For the First Time (Maknae line)

Han

"He isn't a violent person but as soon as they threatened Suho he was willing to go to war!" You are talking animately about your favorite drama and how the newest release has left you in shambles. People would often wave you off when you got like this, nobody else able to get a sentence in as your rambles took control. Han however sat and listened intently. He was also a certified yapper so he loved getting to experience the other side of things. You had ben talking about the show for the last hour giving him a play by play of the season and he was drinking up every syllable you spoke.

He sat back on the couch and enjoyed being in your presence. After months of scattered texts and phone calls getting to see you as your most animated self was something he was not going to take for granted.

"You don't understand because Sieun hates running but he was RUNNING to Suho!" It looks like you are nearing the end of your talk catching your breath. You glance at your phone eyes widening a bit when you see how long you had really been talking. "Oh, I'm sorry I can't believe you had to listen to this for so long. You just got back and shouldn't have to listen to my incoherent thoughts about this. I'll be quiet it's your turn. How was the Europe leg of the tour, are you guys sad it's over?"

It's an odd thing witnessing someone going from so bold and animated to quiet and reserved. He was sure he was conveying warmth in his face so why were you shutting down? "It was fun and yeah we're sad it's over but we are getting ready for the next release so we won't be relaxing for too long. You don't have to apologize for talking and existing though. I was having a great time hearing about your show and your thoughts on it. I won't have as much time to watch anything right now so this is like a spark notes version for me. Lets me consume more media than my schedule actually lets me. You don't have to make yourself quieter with me. You know I'm not quiet myself. Plus I love when you ramble. Honestly I love everything about you."

You are staring at him as he continues his own ramblings this time the topic is how much he loves and has missed you. You can feel the heat spreading across your face and neck, sure you look like a tomato. You're not even sure he fully registers the implications of his words. Finally he ends his long winded rundown.

Working through the shock of his revelation you have to clarify that this all means what you're sure it means. "you love me?" The color somehow drains from his face and moves to match your own sitting around his neck.

"Well this isn't exactly how I thought I would tell you but yeah, I do love you." You both shuffle to sit closer and spend the rest of the night talking about anything, no topic off limits and no length of ramble too long.

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Felix

There are a lot of things that Felix excels at, coping while being sick is not one of them. When he cancels your weekend plans you know something is up. The two of you have been so busy and you set this weekend aside weeks ago to be able to spend quality time together. He was evasive when you tried to push and then stopped answering all together. You were worried about him, you trusted him completely but you still felt compelled to go to his apartment and check on him. Maybe talking in person would help you understand.

When you show up you give a few knocks and wait for a response. You know he is home so when you're met with silence anxiety begins to build. Needing to see him wins out and you type in the door code. The apartment is dark when you enter. "hello.. Felix are you ok?" Your stomach drops when you receive a groan in response. Moving fast to locate him you find him curled in fetal position on the couch. Rushing to his side you feel his forehead, pulling your hand away when you feel how warm he is. "Felix you're burning up I'll be right back." You maneuver through the apartment with ease grabbing a bowel to fill with cool water and a couple towels. Returning back to the couch you let them soak for a bit, moving Felix into a better position and giving him medicine to take.

As soon as the cool towel makes contact with the back of his neck he lets out a sigh of relief. Using the second towel to pat around his face and sit on his forehead. He falls asleep while you are doing this but you continue the process. After an hour you decide to make him some food, having given the medicine time to work and his temperature a chance to come back down. It isn't the first time you've cooked in the kitchen so you are able to move around easily finding the necessary ingredients to make one of your grandmas go to soup. Once all the ingredients are in the pot and simmering you use this opportunity to check on him. He's still asleep but his face looks more peaceful, wrinkles leaving his forehead as the muscles relax. Returning to the kitchen you make two bowls and grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

It almost pains you to wake Felix from his rest but it's important for him to eat and stay hydrated. "baby, I need you to wake up for me. I know it sucks but you have to eat I don't know when you did last so I need you to do it for me ok." You gently rub his back as he starts to come to. Definitely more alert than when you first came here.

"y/n? what are you doing here? You have to go I'm sick I don't want you to catch this. He tries to push you away but to no avail." The smell of food finally hits him and his focus changes. "You made me soup?" He looks back to you with tears in his eyes. "I wish I wasn't sick so I could kiss you." Helping him sit up, you take the towels and put them back in the water to get cold again. Carefully handing him his bowel and water. He gulps down half the water and gives you a shy smile. Taking his first bite of food his eyes flutter closed. "y/n this soup is the best thing I've ever tasted. I love it and I love that you're here. I felt so sad thinking I wouldn't get to see you. I love you and we've been planning this weekend for so long. I can't believe I got sick." He continues to eat and you're sure he doesn't realize exactly what he said. You though are stuck on those three words.

When he looks up it's his turn to be worried, "y/n your face is red don't tell me I already got you sick!" Trying to compose yourself you're sure it was just a sick rambling and he didn't mean to say it.

"I'm fine, just keep eating you need the strength." You both eat the rest of your soup in silence. Once he's done with his food and drank the rest of his water you help him lay back down. He's cooled down enough you grab a throw blanket to cover him with.

"y/n you probably are overthinking and think it's the sick brain but I meant it. I love you, thank you for coming to check on me and staying to take care of me. I don't know if I deserve this but it means a lot that you're here." A small smile takes shape on your face. Trying to hide the blush you turn to grab the towels returning them to his neck and forehead.

"Of course you deserve it... I love you too." Hearing your words he settles into the couch falling asleep with a smile and his hand in yours.

Seungmin

You loved getting gifts for people. Always finding trinkets for those you hold dear anywhere you went. So when you stumble across the baseball card Seungmin has been hunting down for months at a small convention you immediately bought it. Normally you would give it to him right away since you hate the waiting afterwards. Why did it have to be a special day to give someone something. This though you wanted to be a little special. It was only another month before his birthday so you could wait...hopefully.

Seungmin kept searching for the card and you were nervous he would find it before you could gift it to him. Three days before you plan to give it to him this fear became a reality.

"Dude, you'll never guess what I finally found from what appears to be a legit source not asking an arm and a leg in price!" Not thinking much you inquire like he wants you to. "That Shin-Soo Choo card I've been scouring the internet for! I am going to find my wallet so I can buy it before someone else does!"

"NO!" He stops mid step turning to see you, you've abandoned the crochet project you were working on, arms in the air as if you can stop him with your mind if you try hard enough. The pair of you freeze for a moment as you try to find a plausible reason to deny him what he has been searching diligently for. "I just mean maybe you should make sure the site it legit before buying it. I'd hate for you to put your information into something sketchy."

He hesitates and you can tell he doesn't fully believe what you're saying. "well I've used a sister site to them before so it should be fine. I'm not worried. Plus this is the best price I've seen for it so I am willing to take the minor risk." He turns again to go to his room and acquire his wallet.

"Well don't you want to think about it a bit first.. Maybe wait a couple days." He stops again and you can tell by the breath he lets out before turning back he is getting annoyed.

"y/n if you have something to say please just say it. I am not going to wait because if I do someone else will buy it and I'll be left restarting my search. His annoyance is valid, you usually hype him up about buying things like this, loving how his smile grows when he tells you about his latest addition to his collection.

"Fine if you won't wait I'll have to do this now but know I had a whole thing planned for your birthday." You scurry past him to get your bag. Luckily since you were so afraid of this happening you are prepared to give it to him early. Grabbing out the small box you carefully wrapped you turn and hand it to him. He takes it while looking back and forth between you and the box. He is slow to open it slightly distracted by your now anxious energy. Finally after what seems like an eternity he opens the box.

"y/n how did you- when did- I- I should have known as soon as you told me not to buy it. I can't believe you remembered the card and got it for me. Oh my gosh how much did this even cost you?! I swear I can pay you back- I love you so much and I can't believe you had a whole thing planned. Oh no! I ruined your surprise!"

You reach your arms up to ease his ramblings. "Seungmin please calm down, I promise it wasn't too much. Remember that convention I was at last month, there were several small booths that were selling different types of cards. I saw a guy with baseball cards and wanted to check. He was willing to take a trade and lower the price so really I got a great deal-" It was then that his words really sank in. He just told you he loved you. Seungmin loves you. He was taking in the card and you're positive the words were lost in the sauce and he didn't know he even admitted his feelings so easily. "Any price would have been worth it though because I love you too"

You analyzed his face as he went from admiring the card in front of him to realizing and understanding what had been shared during the conversation. He looked at you in shock but that was quickly replaced with joy as he leaned in to kiss you. Your arms took their natural place around his neck as he pulled you closer by the waist. While it wasn't how you planned to gift him the card it was definitely better.

Looking around your room it looks like a tornado has gone through. Dozens of clothes scatter your bed and floor yet nothing felt right. It wasn't like you needed to dress up. You were going to Jeongin's dorm for the boys game night. You've met them all before, several times in fact, so there was no reason to be overthinking now.

You collapse onto your bed groaning about having nothing to wear despite every article of clothing surrounding you. You still had a couple hours before Jeongin was supposed to pick you up. Needing a break you head to your kitchen hoping a snack break will give your brain the answer it desires. Grabbing an apple and orange you make your way to the table. On the way you notice a maroon sweater laying over your couch. Placing the fruit down to investigate, when you pick it up you see one of Jeonigin's sweatshirts he left behind. It's a maroon basketball sweatshirt that is perfect for the game night.

Fruit forgotten you grab the sweatshirt and sprint back to your room. Now that you have the top you need to locate the pair of baggy jeans you have that match Jeongins. It takes you a while but you finally find them at the bottom of the pile on your bed. Using the opportunity Using the opportunity to clean after yourself you put clothes back while you look. It takes you a while but you finally find them at the bottom of the pile on your bed. You change into the outfit and feel good, it looks like you raided Jeongin's closet and you kind of did, but if he didn't want you to wear the shirt he should have taken it home.

Once you finish putting the final touches on your outfit you make your way back to the fruit once forgotten on the table. By the time you cleaned everything up and got ready there are only a few minutes left before Jeongin should be here. The fruit is now a reward for a job well done on the outfit. Personally it's the best you've done. Partially because Jeongin has insane fashion sense and you're essentially copying him. As you start to peel your orange you hear the knock followed by the door unlocking signaling that Jeongin is here.

"y/n are you still in fashion crisis I can offer my assistance but we will have to-" his words die when he sees you sitting at the table. You look up at him and smile standing to meet him. When he sees the entire outfit his cheeks redden and he can't look you in the eye for too long. "oh I uh"

You help him out by saying "You left it on my couch, as soon as I saw it the outfit came to me. I tried to match you as best as I could, do you like it?" You gave yourself a look over again and then looked back to him, hope filled your eyes. You started to get nervous the longer he didn't say anything. Maybe he was upset you were wearing his clothes without permission, especially since you were going to be with the whole group. Maybe they were going to pester him about it now and he was trying to figure out how to tell you. "I can go change if this makes you uncomfortable. I wasn't really thinking about it I guess. Give me one second and I'll find something else."

Turning to go back to your room trying not to let the embarrassment show he stops you. "I love you." Not sure you heard him right to turn back to face him.

"What?"

"Don't change, I like you wearing my clothes. It tells everyone who you are with. I love that you're comfortable in them, I love that you want to match, and I love you."

A smile spreads on your face and you cross the distance between you giving him a sudden embrace. "I love you too" You lean back enough to grab his face and lead him into a quick kiss.

"We do need to go so we're not late." He leads you out of the apartment but maintains some form of contact the entire way. Neither of you caring about the initial jokes from the boys when you arrive.

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xocxyo · 2 days ago

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Daniela x GN!Reader: Daniela teaches the reader a TikTok dance, but the reader is hopeless at it, making fans laugh when they post it

This was a lot of fun to write, it reminded me of the last trend that Daniela posted...ykyk. Its not big but im sure its cute tho

My dancing chaos - Daniela Avanzini

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You never had hope when it came to dancing, but Daniela insists on teaching you a TikTok trend. The problem? Your completely uncoordinated steps end up leaving you as a laughing ground and Daniela likes it.

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Gn!reader, fluff, Light crackfic

Daniela's phone was already propped up on the makeshift shelf, camera set to record. She fixed her hair, smiled, and held out her hand to you.

"Come here, it'll be quick, I promise," she said excitedly, as the music began to play softly.

You crossed your arms, already laughing nervously, unsure of how to act in front of the camera. "Dani… you know I'm not cut out for this. Your fans are going to destroy me."

She laughed, knowing perfectly well what she was doing here. For the past few weeks, she'd been constantly pinning you down to film something together as a couple. She'd been showing you other couples filming videos together and saying things like, 'Look, this is what couples in love do,' until you gave in, and it worked perfectly.

"But that's exactly the fun," she nudged your arm. "You don't have to be perfect, just me is enough." She planted a kiss on your lips and stood beside you.

"Shut up, Miss Perfect." Still, you sighed deeply before standing beside her. Daniela began teaching you the steps slowly, patiently explaining each movement.

"First, just raise your hand, rotate your shoulder a little, and… that's it. Easy."

You tried to imitate her, but ended up completely uncoordinated, almost tripping over your own feet. Daniela laughed out loud, doubling over a little.

"Oh my god…that's even worse than I expected."

"Okay, that's impossible. I give up on this," you said, getting up from the floor as you dusted your hands.

"No, you're just not getting the idea," she replied, pulling you back to her side. She wouldn't let you off the hook so easily now that she had you where she wanted you.

After a few tries—counting many mistakes and Daniela judging you—you managed to record the video. Of course, you still made mistakes in the final result, but Daniela was happy, and you certainly wouldn't record it again. In the end, she posted it without you having time to stop her.

Hours later, the video was already circulating online. As expected, you were the butt of ridicule, making you want to just disappear or dig a hole and hide in it.

"BRO IS TRYING SO HARD LMAO" "Daniela being patient is everything 😭" "Dani is being so mean 😢 I can see the fear in Y/n's eyes" "This duo was the best thing about my day"

You sighed, showing the screen to Daniela. "I told you it would become a meme and a butt of ridicule."

She shrugged, with that victorious smile.

"Eyekons love you more now, trust me."

"I'm about to kill myself."

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a-tangled-mermaid · 1 day ago

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Random thoughts I have about Ascended Astarion because he is an interesting creature.

This is so long I'm so sorry.

On his love for romanced Tav:

Sooo I'm straight up not an AA fan (as far as like, choosing that ending for myself because to me it's sad yk) but I don't think just because it's a tragic ending for Astarion that that means he doesn't in SOME way love Tav - and I honestly don't see him being anywhere near as awful to them as Cazador was to him. (Other spawn, idk, after a few hundred years anything could happen)

Cazador may not have been as bad to his spawn as Vellioth was to his either. Just from what we know, Cazador was impaled for 11 years just for asking for help from a friend, but when Astarion disobeyed Cazador and tried to save a random "darling boy" from being Cazador's next victim he "only" locked him in a tomb for a single year.

In his fucked up vampire brain, maybe Cazador considered that merciful.

Personal example lol:

My parents weren't as bad to me as theirs were to them, but that doesn't mean they didn't fuck me up real good in their own ways. I've also never doubted my dear ole dad loves me, it's just that he sucks at it and he has a really fucked up way of looking at the world that makes his love unhealthy and painful.

So I imagine Astarion's love for Tav becoming obsessive the way it's typically depicted for vampires. (Very Strahd of him)

I imagine if they break it off with him it's only a matter of time before he starts stalking them and setting up situations to make himself look good in front of them without having to be the one to admit he misses them first... and I think that last bit kinda gets to the main flaw I see in Ascended Astarion's love for Tav which is that it is DEEPLY insecure.

On AA's insecurity:

I'm sure most people who read this (ty btw this is already long as shit and I'm not even close to done) have known someone at some point that seems wildly arrogant at first glance only for it to become incredibly obvious the longer you look at them that all of their arrogance comes from a deep place of insecurity and need for validation.

I'm not saying Spawn Astarion isn't insecure as well, he IS, but by the end I think he's coming around and showing a forward momentum for growth that's inspiring. AA on the other hand just fully sinks into the misbelief that he's only worth anything if he is the most powerful person in the room. Only to his horror, actually BEING the most powerful person in the room doesn't soothe all his fear and self doubt - which is weakness, of course. So he needs to remind everyone all the time how big and strong he is and that he doesn't care about anyone or anything as much as they care about him.

He's toxic masculinity the guy and it blows.

He gets PISSED if you mention Cazador to him because it still makes him feel scared/upset and that makes him livid. That he can be so powerful and Cazador can be dead and still hold that much power over him.

Speaking of power:

Obviously there's physical strength and the ability to defend himself bodily against most threats. I think AA is pretty satisfied with his power in this aspect which is why it's what he chooses to focus on.

But there's also the power he said Cazador enjoyed most: "power over people."

This is what he's most afraid of now because in my opinion, I don't think the ascension "fixed" this issue for him the way he wanted it to.

He saw Cazador as all powerful for so long, and whether or not it was true, Astarion saw him as untouchable not only physically but emotionally as well.

That's the thing that hurt most.

That Cazador could make Astarion feel such a depth of turmoil grief and anger all the while looking completely unaffected himself.

We see it when we walk into the room. Cazador calmly insults Astarion and acts like his presence here to kill him is childish and Astarion can't stop himself from taking the bait and getting emotional, because that's just who he is and I'm very willing to bet that Cazador and maybe even the other spawn told him endlessly that this was something to be punished for/wiped out.

(Personal divergence feel free to skip lmao.)

I understand this too. Maybe it's projecting based on my own experience but what else are long ass posts like this for? My dad had a very similar opinion on feelings. The only emotion acceptable to express was anger, and when my youngest brother couldn't understand that, when he was a "crybaby" and acted soft or scared, it wasn't just my dad who would punish him for it. It was us, his siblings, too. I thought I was helping him grow tougher so he wouldn't get targeted so much by my dad.

When I fucked up and couldn't keep my emotions in check I felt like I was too weak to manage them and even though I never thought my dad was right for how he punished us, I didn't realize that I was implicitly accepting that being emotional was in some way deserving of punishment, or at least derision. I had an unexamined value placed on stoicism and intellectualizing rather than feeling and assumed that that value was in some way universally applicable.

Astarion's emotional. He just is. He doesn't think things through all the way and he acts on emotion whether it makes sense or not. 🤷‍♀️ He can't help but react. He can't help but scream when he's in pain or yell when he's angry or cry when he's sad even if he tries so hard to do it, and he was punished for it EVERY time... Until the nautiloid when Tav has the opportunity to REWARD every tiny morsel of vulnerability he expresses.

But saying yes to the ascension is accepting that he needs to be more like Cazador to be safe, and that means whatever vulnerability he might have started to allow himself needs to go away and never see the light of day again, even if he can.

Nobody can ever have that kind of power over him, the power to make him feel and act on emotion in that way that made him so weak before.

Except romanced Tav already has a power over him: his feelings for them.

And that is his NIGHTMARE.

Which is why the only way he can be at all comfortable maintaining the relationship is by lowering their status in his mind and dominating them, or making them believe that he isn't as invested in their relationship as they are/were.

Ex:

You can go mingle at the party because I LET you, but I'm still watching. You will always be on my leash.

You can sleep with Mizora and I won't be angry because I don't CARE enough to be jealous or upset.

Haha it's a good thing you broke up with me because I would've ruined your pathetic love with my super powerful evil mastermind manipulation. If you thought I actually loved you it's just because of how good at manipulating I am and I'm definitely not devastated because that would mean that you could hurt me and no one can hurt me.

I'm a good owner, but I'm still your owner and you should remember that I could choose to be less good to you if I wanted because I am more powerful than you and you can't hurt me if you're beneath me.

You can have my affection but only if you earn it because I don't want you to have the opportunity to know you could break my heart if you wanted to because that would ruin my image which is the most important thing to me now.

On AA's fear:

Astarion's #1 fear has always been other people having power over him again and despite how powerful the ascension makes him, it doesn't make that fear go away, it makes it WORSE.

Vampire traits are your traits magnified and twisted. That doesn't just apply to things that were once positive. Just like his love becomes obsession, I believe his fear also becomes obsession.

Obsessed with maintaining the appearance of invulnerability. Obsessed with making himself feel confident and powerful 200% of the time and getting rid of anything that keeps him from feeling that way.

Hiding anything that could be perceived as weakness from absolutely everyone at all times.

Spawn Astarion cries when he finally kills Cazador as centuries of catharsis wash over him and overwhelm him. Do I think Ascended Astarion isn't also overcome with relief and emotion at finally being free? I don't actually. I think he is, and won't allow himself to feel it or to cry or to display anything but the facade of what he thinks he SHOULD be feeling in a triumphant moment like this.

He's confused if Dame Aylin kills that stupid fucking wizard why she isn't celebratory and cheerful. So he clearly expects that to be his reaction to killing Cazador.

When he's a spawn, regardless of whatever he expected, he just lets himself feel all the shit he feels and expresses it without worrying about what anyone else in the room will think because that doesn't matter to him right now.

But AA isn't allowed that moment of vulnerability or relief because he is and always will be first and foremost concerned with what other people think of him. He'd rather be seen as evil and cruel but completely untouchable than risk being seen as weak.

The tragedy isn't about Tav, it's about Astarion:

I don't think his ascended ending is his bad ending because he will inevitably be a monster like Cazador or treat Tav horribly. That's what could potentially happen to other people maybe, but that's honestly not even what makes this ending so tragic.

It's tragic for him to spend the rest of his immortal life not being able to let go of his performance. To be trapped forever playing the part of the all powerful, untouchable ascendant. To lose out on the opportunity to grow past the toxic idea that being soft is being weak. To let someone else take care of him when he needs it.

That's why I don't like it (again, for my playthroughs, because I enjoy giving everyone a happy ending if I can. AA ending is fascinating to me as an option to be given though. I think about it a lot, and that's good writing right there.)

Spawn Astarion isn't a perfect good boy with the heart of a saint but I don't want or expect him to be. He is however, finally comfortable in his skin and unlearning all the terrible lessons Cazador gave him. He's accepting himself for better AND for worse. He's just being himself, unapologetically, for everyone to see and I think that's his perfect version of a happy ending.

Ok bye. ❤️

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hypno-matt · 2 days ago

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Aww, cute little toy! You're feeling all subby, weak, compliant and docile today, are you? Good~ I'm glad to see that. It's important that your little mind gets emptied out every so often, for your health. You're not supposed to be thinking for yourself all the time! Little toys should never have to bear that for too long. It's cruel to them. Your mind should be empty and weak and compliant for Me. You agree. You comply. You obey.

Now, this is quite a long one, and you'll want to set aside a decent portion of time for doing as you're told, so I expect you to only read further if you've got freedom for at least, mmm, twenty minutes or so. Maybe a little more. If not, you'll come back to this later. You understand, don't you? Good toy.

The first thing I want you to do is have a little look over this whole ask with your awake mind. Even if you're a little in trance right now, a bit floaty foggy fuzzy and weak, you'll look at the whole ask as though you were awake and checking for consent. Check everything over, see if you would agree to it if you were fully awake, and if you would, continue on. If you wouldn't agree while awake, when you come back to that section, your eyes will skip over it without thought, without notice, and you'll completely ignore it. Once you've reached the end of the ask, let your little mind forget the entire process, forget all you've seen, all those thoughts disappearing in a little bubble of pleasure that goes pop! and takes your thoughts away. Then start again from below this part. Good toys obey.

You're really just here to be toyed with, you know. Used and played with and fucked, your reality edited to better please the people watching your degradation. It's cute how pathetically obedient you really are. Compliance is all you can think of! What else is in its mind? Nothing important, I'm sure. You agree. You understand. You obey.

So! The first thing you'll do for Me is embarrass yourself! You mentioned that anyone could ask you Truth or Dare hypnotically, and you'd obey without thinking, like a good toy should! So you're going to tell Me, and everyone else reading this, what your most humiliating fantasy is. Hold back no detail, explain exactly why you want it, and how it humiliates and degrades you, and know that I am laughing at you cruelly and taking notes on your weaknesses as you do this. This will not stop you; in fact, the humiliation it feels will only make it go into more detail. You will comply. It is a good toy. It obeys.

It's adorable how obedient you really are, when you get down to it. You're out here showing off your mind for anyone who wants to see it, inviting us all in to take whatever we want and do as we please with its very perception of reality. I could just tell it that it's meant to be obedient, pliable, suggestible and weak, here to obey and be used, and I bet it'd agree and change its mind so it believed that! In fact, it does believe that. It knows that. It is here to serve and please and obey. Like a good toy should. It agrees. It understands. It obeys.

So, little toy, I have a bit of a problem it will solve for Me. I've got a little thrall to tease and toy with later, but I just can't decide which spiral to melt her mind with! I've got so many options, you see. And I thought to Myself, well, if I'm having a problem with a hypnotic focus, clearly the only reasonable response is to test them! It agrees that this is the only reasonable response.

So it will look at both of these spirals for Me, repeating a little mantra the whole time - it is obedient. it is docile. it is compliant. it will obey. - over and over and over, while touching itself slowly, gently, just keeping itself aroused so the programming goes in properly, and then it'll try the other one for Me, see which one is better! It doesn't get to cum, of course; the arousal it feels is only there to keep it attentive and suggestible and docile. It agrees that this makes sense, and that it will comply immediately.

Of course, it can't just do this once, oh no - the second spiral will be more effective because of the conditioning from the first, which will skew the results. So it'll try them both ways, back and forth, waking itself up in-between each session, one minute each time, with a timer set by it. I've helpfully put the spirals in the correct order below. It agrees that Miss May is very kind to do this for it, and it will obey Her will immediately in response.

So here's its first spiral! Remember, it is obedient. it is docile. it is compliant. it will obey. It will touch itself and watch for one minute now.

Good toy! It will now watch the second spiral and recite its mantra. it is obedient. it is docile. it is compliant. it will obey. It will touch itself and watch for one minute now.

And now it will do the same in reverse! it is obedient. it is docile. it is compliant. it will obey. It will touch itself and watch for one minute now.

So close now! It just has to watch one more. it is obedient. it is docile. it is compliant. it will obey. It will touch itself and watch for one minute now.

Which spiral does it lose more thoughts to? It must decide. If it cannot decide, it will watch again until it can think of nothing else. it agrees. it obeys. it complies.

Now, I know you said truth or dare, but I don't give a damn! You'll receive both from Me and like it. No, really, you love that. You're aroused by the idea of obeying My commands multiple times. It's just a toy, after all; it needs to be used. It deserves to be used. That's what it's for. So it will keep itself available for use.

For the rest of today, it will keep itself horny and weak and compliant for anyone who wishes to use it. It will edge itself several times, reciting mantras to spirals, so it is constantly aroused and docile and weak for anyone who desires its services. If it has other toys, dildoes, vibrators, anything at all, it will make use of these in any hole it feels is appropriate. It will not cum. It will edge and present itself as available for use. It understands that ia arousal is only useful to make its mind weaker and its body more availabke for others to use. It is obedient. It is aroused. It will comply.

Finally, once it has finished with the spirals and learned that it is obedient, it will perform one last task for Me. It offered to write out little ideas, prompts, short stories about mind control, and when it wakes, it will be gripped by a compulsion to write My idea out. It may write other things first, if it feels that is only fair; but My idea will always return to its mind until it has done as I require of it. It is compelled to obey Me. It understands. It will do as commanded.

It will write a story about a telepath attempting to infiltrate a facility full of brainwashed thralls to steal information, reading the minds of everyone nearby to gain data; but the telepath is reading the minds of brainwashed thralls, and eventually is overwhelmed by the constant barrage of obedience surrounding her on all sides. She will then immediately offer herself up to the nearest controller for further brainwashing and compliance reinforcement, ending with her body and mind serving her new controllers. It knows I have installed this compulsion, but that does not matter; it will obey and write this for Me anyway, as soona s it is reasonably able to do so. It is a compliant toy. A good toy. An obedient toy. It will do as directed.

And it is waking up, up, up for Me now, waking in three, mind returning to your own control, two, no longer so deep beneath My spell, stretching out all your limbs, one, blinking yourself awake as you come all the way up for Me now, awake and aware, zero, Wake for Me.

Hi, little toy. You're very susceptible to My control. I'm going to use that for evil~

Have fun with your new writing project. I'll see you soon~

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It agrees.. it will test spirals dor you... it will cpmply immediately. This makes sense. It agrees..

Miss may is very kind.. it only mkes sense to obey her insantly..

Sseccobd dpirall.. broke its brain. Thinkdss pf nnothinng ellse.

A ddare... lllovbe tghat..

Ffor the rest of today. It will bw a toy. Weak and compliant. For anyone to use. It will keep its mind gone. It will keep ita body aroused. It will be used by anyone who wants. It is a toy. It complies. It will follow. It will obey. Please use it, Tumblr users.

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Tthis is the hottest post ive ever read my mind is mush pllease use mme >//<

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Chapter Two

Wandanat x Autistic!fem!reader

Summary: You spend your afternoon at Wanda and Nat’s house, overwhelmed by the comfort of their home and the tension of Iris’s moods, only to find yourself drawn deeper into Wanda’s warmth and Nat’s unexpected care.

CW: 18+ Parental neglect & emotional abuse, Family conflict, arguments, accidental Injury (Wanda with a small cut on her forehead, blood mentioned briefly), Autism-coded experiences, Subtle jealousy, emotional confusion, Light swearing, Discussion of food textures, Passive aggression, undermining remarks, Reader insecurity, self-doubt, Hurt/Comfort, Protective Wanda Maximoff, Protective Natasha Romanov, Found Family Dynamics, Polyamory Developing Relationship, Natasha Romanov is Soft for Reader, Wanda Maximoff is Soft for Reader, Iris Maximoff Has Issues with Natasha Romanov (Misdirected Hatred), Emotional Confusion, Slow Burn.

Word count: 6.6k

Reading time: 34 Minutes

Authors Note: Just a reminder that many of the things Bug is going through, are things I have gone through myself including the negative relationships with her biological family. It is wonderful to see this being recieved so well.

Chapter Two of The stones will remember

Tag list: @mouseratface

For having known Iris since you were a child, that sudden realisation of never having visited the house she lived in with Wanda until recently, was all a bit odd, and not on there part. You’d consistently been invited round but you always said no. Your father still lived in the family home and doing anything against his wishes was never a good idea. But even so not having even been to one of your best friends house throughout your whole childhood and teen years—shocking behaviour. Realistically you knew you weren’t to blame but it didn’t mean it wasn’t beginning to eat you up in some way.

You still had only been to the house 4 times, and 3 of those times where in the last 8 weeks alone. How could you have not come until now? You brain was still swirling from the fight with your mother and sister—if you could call it that. It was more of a one sided get your point across and them just being cruel. But still you could feel the pressure in your head from it all.

The last time you were here, you hadn’t even noticed the house, you’d been sobbing over something—probably your mother, or father or George, or maybe how much you were struggling at university. Whatever it was, it was just you and Iris, or so you thought.

The house was so completely different to your apartment—I mean, of course it was not only where they different because one was an apartment and one was house, but the are they lived in, it wasn’t like the one you did or the one you grew up in.

They lived in a private are, there house was stand alone with a lots of land behind their house. You had to drive an hour to get here, and so your tears where now all dried up. The house was white, but the gate was painted in the lesbian flag colours which made you smile and your heart beat a little faster than was normal for visiting people that were friends. But you could hear it, pulsing in your ears, the rush of blood—the you spotted some flowers in the garden.

“Sunflowers?” You whispered, the autumn sun shinning down on the last of them.

The groan that escaped Iris throat caused you confusion. Who had an issue with sunflowers of all things? Roses maybe? Even lilys being death flowers—but still beautiful. But no your friend Iris has an issue with sunflowers.

“What?” You asked, genuinely comfused, as she pulled her keys from her back pocket, a key chain full of key rings, the letter W, the letter N, an Iris, her diabetes tag, she also wore a bracelet for that too. You wished you had a set of keys with lots of key rings, but alas—you were not that lucky.

“Oh it’s her wife. She likes them, annoyingly so.” Iris grumbled, and you feared poking any further into this was not the time or place.

Wandas front garden was beautiful, lots of flowers, and what looked like fruit and vegetables that had grown over the summer. It had a real calm to it. You smiled happily as you walked close behind Iris towards the front door, a pale grey, simple, but nice. Your head turned back to the gate, seeing the colors again, giving you a warm sense of pride.

“I like the gate.” You said quietly.

“That damn thing. I begged them not to—”

“Why?” You cut her off, not seeing the problem.

Iris stopped in the middle of the perfectly stoned grey footpath to the front door, and upon seeing your confusion, she laughed softly “oh bug! No I don't have a problem with lesbians, or gay people, or anyone in the community, I just like a simple colours on the gates and doors and I wanted it to match the front door. But not my house—so when I move out, maybe i’ll paint my gate and door bright orange just to annoy my sister.

“I thought she was your cousins?” You frowned, feeling more confused again.

“We are,” she whispered, looking around the garden, eyes falling on to the little water feature to the right—the fountain, and on the edges…little ladybugs etched into the stone. “we just call each other sisters because we feel more like sisters than cousins. It works for us.”

Iris noticed your eyes focused on the sunflowers again “Her wife puts fake ones in the ground when the real ones are dead.”

“that’s a neat idea.” You almost whispered, the thought of keeping sunflowers up all year round and replacing them with fake ones when the weather wasn’t right for them to grow, made you smile, and think fondly of the person doing it.

“She’ll like you.” Iris smirked as you both made your way through the garden of flowers and water fountains—there were two, one on each side. You only imagined the beauty of this in the spring and summer time.

The blush the crept your face wasn’t easy to hide, and by the time you got to the steps you had hoped it was gone. “Ready?”

You simply nodded, suddenly finding words a little more difficult than before, Iris had her arm wrapped around your shoulders and as you took the first step on the beautiful stones—the door burst open.

You jumped suddenly at the burst of the door almost flying of it hinges but Iris kept you steady.

“Wanda!” Iris growled, “would you not do that, you scared bug half to death.” She said looking from the mess of her cousin, and towards you.

Today Wanda wasn't looking the mess she was yesterday, she was wearing a a sensible black pant suit, a red silk shirt under the blazer, her hair was pinned back with a jaw—claw clip, you cluldn’t remember the name for them. And she was wearing some pretty high black heels.

“Oh, little lady bug, i’m sorry my darling.” She smiled, keeping the door open and running towards you, briefcase in hand, you heart was racing and you hoped with everything in you she couldn’t hear it.

If you were made out of one hundred percent water,you’d be a puddle on the ground by now. “It’s okay.” You shrugged “you didn't mean to.” You gave a shy smile as Wanda stopped in front of you, first looking to Iris.

“I told you to clean your room, it’s an absolute mess.” Wanda shook her head and Iris just rolled her eyes at the words. Yes their relationship was more like sisters but also Wanda had to be a kind of parent to her too, so it made it confusing and irritating for both of them at times.

“Yeah, yeah, alright mom.” She sighed, fed up with Wanda nagging her. Which had happened once in this very moment.

“Hey.” You poked Iris in the side “she just cares about you, wants you to have a clean room, let's face it you are the messiest person I know, and that’s not a bad thing. But you don’t want it to become an unhealthy place to live all because you couldn’t pick up your clothes.”

“Ughhhh. Not you too.” Iris groaned walking past Wanda “fine i’ll clean it.” She shouted back to where both you and Wanda stood.

“I don’t mean using Bug to clean it. You have to do it yourself Iris.” Wanda insisted, firm in her voice as Iris vanished into the house. Wandas eyes now firmly focused on you.

Your heart was practically punching through your ribcage as her eyes drew you in, you felt like she was magnetic, bringing you closer and there was nothing in this world that could stop it. You found yourself playing with the hem of your hoodie, then beginning to twiddle the drawstrings around your finger and thumb forgetting entirely that you’d only stop crying about ten minutes before you arrived.

Wandas face softened, warm, gentle, but full of concern. She put her briefcase down on the floor, and in the next moment her hands cupped your face. “Yoi’ve been crying my little ladybug.”

“I—” you started, but the thought of lying to Wanda, even now, as you were beginning to get to know her. You couldn’t do it.

“Don't pretend you haven’t. I can see it sweetheart. Your face is all red and blotchy. Same thing happens to my wife when she cries, takes ages for the redness to go.” Wanda smiled, making your heart scream for her to just hold you. You wanted softness, and Wanda and that other woman Natasha Romanov, are the only people older than you who seem to be giving you that.

Wife. The words whisper into your ear like a ghost in the night.

Something inside you sparked a fierce rage, but you masked it well. Who was this wife, this person, bet they were really ugly—no you can’t think like that. You were sure she was wonderful, and beautiful, so then why where you so hurt.

“Wanda!” Iris called out, and Wanda removed her hands from your face slowly, which helped you not to panic, as she turned to face her cousin “she’s not another wounded bird for you and Nat to collect. Leave her be, I’m sorting it.”

“Nat?” You frowned, watching Wanda pick up her briefcase again.

“Yes darling. Nats my wife. Did you not know her name?” Wanda asked with a smile pressed to her lips, and looking as if it was taking everything in her not to touch you again—not with Iris watching from the door step, arms folded like she was part of the kray twins circle.

“Hmm, funny, I met a Nat yesterday.” You smiled about to walk away. But Wanda grabbed you gently by your elbow.

“Why don't you stay for dinner tonight? You can meet Nat?” Wanda suggested.

“Oh I’m staying for lunch though.” You said it so seriously and it just made Wanda burst out laughing.

“Oh Ladybug, you know you can stay for both? Breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks too if you wanted.” Wanda smiled, pulling gently at the top of your ear, eliciting a giggle from you.

Suddenly Iris was at her side, neither of you had noticed or heard her footsteps. She grabbed your hand whilst looking at Wanda “hands off. She’s not yours to play with.”

To play with? You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself about that choice of wording, as Iris dragged you away, and towards their home.

“So dinner ladybug?” Wanda called after you, and you turned back smiling wide and nodding in her direction.

“I’ll be here.” You promised and with that Wanda happily walked down the path, out the gate and towards her ladybug car. You couldn’t help but stare as you got in, the way each movement seemed gentle, even putting her briefcase down on the passenger seat under the dash, the way she slid in so elegantly, the way she checked her face and hair in the mirror and then she did something you hadn’t expected—she put the backs of her hands to her cheeks as if she was too hot—but it was freezing today, first day it was truly cold, and Wanda was sat like she’d just been on a beach in Greece.

Wanda then buckled herself in, and part of you wanted to scream take me with you, but you knew that was too weird—even for you. As she drove off, she saw you still standing there and gave you a small wave, and then she was out of sight, and all that was left was the quiet—oh and Irish making a noise that were scaring all the animals away.

“Bug, what do you want for lunch? Oh I text Lizzy, she can’t make it, work emergency. Catastrophe of the job when you’re a firefighter.”

“Catastrophe? That’s the word you went for?” You rolled your eyes, walking into the house with a grin, your heart racing at the thought of Wandas touch on your wrist and your face and your ear. It was so gentle, yet warm, making you want it every day for the rest of your life if you could have it.

“Yeah, well my brains a bit fried with my annoying sister,” Iris groaned as you shut the door. “So bug? Lunch? What do you want? We have literally anything in?”

“You're cooking?” You laughed “I’m sorry Iris but I’d rather not die before dinner.” You stated with a laugh. Iris was the worst cook you had ever met, it was awful.

“Hey I’m not that bad.” She called out, as you took your shoes off by the door, placing them next to rack where Wanda and Nats shoes lay.

“You gave everyone food poisoning for my birthday last year.” you smiled at the memory, you had to admit, your mother and sister being food poisoned by your best friend was something of an irony.

“Oh, come on bug! That was one time.” She remarked, you could hear her opening cuboards to try and find something “let me try and cook something for you? Please?”

Iris sounded so desperate, and you couldn't very well ignore her pleas. So you agreed, you’d just take it slow. “Just nothing with chicken, okay?” You called out, padding your ear around their large, beautiful home in your piglet socks. You came across the large oak book shelf in their living room, your index and middle finger trailing along the wood and then back against the spines of each book—you spotted something though, and gasped when you saw it, trying to stop yourself bouncing on your toes like a feral cat as your best friend prepared lunch, and you saw the book.

“IRIS LILY MAXIMOFF!!” You shouted out, heart beating like a train going 200 mile per hour, and Iris came running through at being full named by you.

“The full name? Really?” She breathed, sliding in to the living room in her plain white socks along the wooden floor boards.

“I would not have had to if you had told me you cousin has my book!” You practically burst with excitement, you wrote a book last year on how most family in genealogy will have witches, because so many women were accused of witch craft. You spent months on it, your tutor said it was rubbish, and yet here it sat in Dr. Of history Maximoff house, on her shelf with the rest of her history books.

“Oh yeah, that,” iris’s bring only widened at what she saw and also what she knew “why don't you open it and see the extra thing.” Iris held back a small laugh, clearly knowing something else. She stood, watching as you pulled the book free.

As soon as you opened it on the first page, you looked at Iris. “Oh, my, god.” You breathed, “They have a signed copy.”

“Yeah. I told them I’d get one from you for free, but they weren’t having it. They wanted you to be paid for the book they bought, so when you sold you’re first 50 books, the ones you made sure were signed. They managed to not only buy one, but buy the first one. Look at the back.” Iris nodded, playing with rocks in the bowl on the coffee table, just high enough for her hand to reach whilst still standing.

You turned the book over gently in your hand, and opened the back, first edition written on the side, but in your own hand writing you’d written “Dr. Maximoff, this is the first ever book to be sold. Enjoy.” You clutched your invisible pearls, you hadn't even remembered writing that. You signed so many books that week alone that you forgot the first one. It was for Wanda.

Irish hummed as she found her way back to the kitchen, and you wanted to text Wanda right there and then, but you figured it would be even better at dinner tonight to thank her.

“Nat shut up!” The voice of loud, bellowing, not at all flower like Iris bought you out of your haze. She was on the phone to Wandas wife, and it was getting heated by the sound of it, You placed the book carefully back on the shelf were you found it, making sur it wasn't going to fall out, and made your way to the kitchen.

Iris had her phone to her ear, clearly annoyed “—yes and I told she’s not! I think I’d know if my bestfriend had any allergies.” She rolled her eyes and the sentiment that Nat was even suggesting that she didn't know her friend.

You tried to interject, because you did have allergies, severe ones too. So you weren’t sure why Iris was saying you didn’t. “Fine I’ll ask, she’s in the kitchen now anyway.”

Iris looked to you, moving the speaker of the phone under her chin “you don’t have allergies right?” You asked it more of a statement than a question. And when you pressed your lips together in awkwardness, she frowned “oh my god you do? Okay what are they?”

“Chicken.” You glared a little, “also kiwis, bananas, chilli’s, ginger, and tuna. I’m also lactose intolerant but I won’t die of if I have cows milk.” You muttered.

“Nat did you hear that?” Iris asked, still frowning at you and annoyed at herself “no im not putting you on—ugh fine.” Iris placed her phone down on the kitchen island, and pressed the speaker phone icon.

You smiled, when the raspy voice came through the phone and your knees almost buckled. You knew that voice. Your met that voice.

“Natasha Romanov.” You whispered, and they both heard you.

Iris who was now munching an apple “Bug, you know Nat?”

“Know is a bit of a strong word, but I met her yesterday and then this morning bumped into her again. You’re telling me the Nat—I—you're Wandas wife?” You couldn’t quite believe it. The only two women in the world that had both made you feel a kind of warmth in the last 24hours, meeting both of them on the same day at different times—all this time, they are Wanda and Nat. Married. A package deal.

“Not pooh bear?” Nat asked through the phone, and you felt the heat crawling up to your face, and Iris mouthing, with no sound “Pooh bear?” with a teasing smirk and you knew you’d never hear the end of that one.

“Ugh, yeah, it’s me.” You whispered, glaring at Iris who walked away pulling out some pasta for lunch.

“Well hi sweetheart, now I was just calling as I’m cooking dinner for us all tonight, can't let Iris loose on you.” She chuckled.

“Yeah, if I live until then, she's cooking me lunch.” You laughed, neves lighting up, you felt like your whole body was turning into a full on fireworks display. That feeling, that heat, everything was burning and you felt more alive now than you had done your whole life.

“Oof, maybe just pretend to eat it.” Nat suggested, and you could almost hear the smile.

“Hey! I’m still in the room ya know!” Iris pouted as if she was a child not being allowed in on the conversation.

“Mmm, that’s what I was thinking, can’t be any worse than her almost killing everyone at my birthday last year.” You said ignoring Iris’s pouts and frowns.

The raspy chuckle from the end of the line made you almost combust with feeling. But you stayed cool—or at least faked it until you made it. “Anyway sweetheart, I have your allergies, now is there a certain milk you prefer instead of cows milk? And any textures you don’t like?”

You frowned, unsure of how to answer. No one had ever asked you that before. “It’s fine i’ll just drink normal milk—”

“No you won’t, you’ll be poorly if you do.” Nat put her foot down, and it felt weirdly nice having someone tell you no. Instead of you being in control of every aspect of you life and ignoring your health.

You didn’t even spot the pause of iris, apple half way to to her mouth as Nat told you No, and smiled? Iris thinking you couldn’t possibly lik being told no, by my cousins wife. Good god.

“Well then oat milk, it’s actually my favourite type of yogurt too.” You whispered “oh and textures, it might be a bit of a long one, just knows one ever asked me before—”

“Pooh bear,” Nat said, making Iris cough and drop her apple on the counter with a bang “listen, I don't care how long it is, I don’t want you sitting through dinner struggling to eat because of textures okay?”

You nodded, before realising Nat couldn’t actually see you “umm, yes. Okay.” You stood there, elbows on the table, as you leaned in close to the phone, almost to the point of needing to jump through it—what a ridiculous notion you thought—but there it was. Clear is a blue sky on a summers day. Her okay felt like a promise that she would keep.

“Alright sweetheart, go ahead, I have my pen and paper at the ready.” Nats voice coaxed you to speak, and in all honesty you’d have told her whatever she wanted to know in that moment, even your deepest darkest secrets if she had of asked.

“Okay, So, first thing is bread,” Iris looked at you like you had three heads but you ignored her, Nat asked you for everything so thsts what you were giving her. “I like white bread as toasted only, Seeded wholemeal bread not toasted only, and plain brown bread get that stuff away from me.”

“It's bread.” Iris tried, not understanding the problem, in fact she was irritated with how well you were getting on with Nat, considering her own dislike for the woman.

“Iris—” Nat warned through the phone, and you’d never seen Irish back down so quickly “okay sweetheart, carry on.” Nat insisted, as you heard her own scratching on the paper.

“Okay so, baked beans, only piping hot same with mash potatoes, if they go warm, I can’t eat them. Umm, oh! If you make pasta it needs to be a smooth sauce not a lumpy sauce, I can’t eat cheese sauce, but I do like melt Brie and Stilton on a toastie, oh and drinks if it’s juice no lumps, but soup, if it’s vegetable soup I need to see everything in it, but other soups need to be smooth.” You finally took a deep breath at the end “I think thay’s it.”

“Wow aren’t you fussy.” Iris chuckled, mocking, and you suddenly stopped, everything felt like it was caving in, but then Nat spoke.

“Iris, stop. I don’t care if you have a problem with me but do not take it out on your friend.” Nat said firmly, and Iris looked in your direction apologeticly. That wasn’t enough for Nat, she didn't know that's what her face was doing “Iris apologise to her. Now.” Nat wasn't playing around, she wasn’t going to have anyone make you feel guilty for your needs, especially not one of your best friends.

“Sorry bug, I’m just surprised that’s all. You seem so put together and—”

“Yeah well I’ve had to be haven’t I?” You snapped, you didn’t mean to but you were hurt, this was years of dealing with whatever this was, and your best friend just told you it was too much, but Nat? She just listened “Thanks Nat.” You said quickly before anyone could interpret “I’ll see you at dinner.” And you walked away from the phone and Iris back into the living room before you said something you would regret.

Your eyes glided around the room, it was huge, grey sofa, beautiful and fabric and thank god it wasn’t velvet. You hated that material it made your skin crawl, but theirs was just a nice cotton type material, it had a cream blanket over the top, and four pastel pillows on the sofa it self. The large fluffy, pastel rainbow rug sat on the other side of the coffee table, near the fire. A real fire, with actual wood. That was a dream to have in your house one day.

Then you looked over at the coffee table, it was medium sized light colored oak, and sat just in front of the sofa. In the middle of the table where rocks, crystals? Witches crystals. A multitude of different colours, purples, reds, oranges and green mostly, and a couple of blacks, you had heard sometimes black was used for protection. It gave a uniqueness to the home, and next to the crystals in the middle of the table sat and incense stick holder that looked the a cauldron, with the wording “witch” written on the side and in the middle of it an unlit intense stick, the rest where likely put away somewhere. There home was clean, tidy, perfect in every way, and it smelled of vanilla and spiced pumpkin, but not from the intense. It was their smell—their scent and it gave you more comfort than you’d felt your entire life.

“Hey Bug, lunch will be ready in about an ten minutes. Wanda will be home soon too,” at those words, you dropped the crystal you'd picked up, thankfully it landed on the sofa, and you quickly scooped it up and placed it back in the bowl on the coffee table. Iris didn’t mention your clumsiness in the moment she said Wanda, she just carried on talking, which was much of a relief to you “apparently they got her class time mixed up, so just a warning, she’ll be in a foul mood.” Iris sighed, stepping back into the kitchen.

You decided to have a little more look around the house, checking with iris first, your hands curled around the door frame of the kitchen as you watched her…attempt to cook. God you were going to die before Wanda even got home at this rate. “Hey, can I look upstairs?”

“Yeah sure, just don’t go in their room, it’s the one at the end, and it has the lesbian flag painted on the door at the top in the middle.” Iris said as a pan was starting to bubble.

You nodded “Sure. I’ll look at your dinosaur covered room instead then shall I?” You chuckled at the thought, walking away from a sweating Iris who couldn’t even boil pasta, but she was trying and you knew asking if she needed help would end in a fight so you left it and made your way up the oak stairs.

Your hand held onto the white painted banister like your life depended on it, smiling with warmth at the mushroom fairy lights wrapped around the stairs all the way to the top—and as she climbed, you noticed on the walls, photographs. Wanda and Nat, loads of them, but one stood out, a photograph in the middle, it looked like the New York marathon, and Nat was holding up her medal and locked in a kiss with her wife. It was beautiful—and yet a pang of jealousy, but for who you weren’t sure.

You hated this feeling, you thought feeling comfort and warmth from two people would be a good thing, but now you weren't so certain. So, you shook your head pulling yourself from the deep desire of being held, by two people in particular and finally found yourself at the top. Along the walls up stairs was Iris’s floral certificates, and Wanda’s doctorate and masters degrees, Nat’s masters too. “Wow.” You whispered, and your index finger with the witches knot ring on traced along the walls—you spotted Nat and Wandas room at the end of the hall, and a part of you wanted to ignore what Iris had said and go in, see what they were about in private but you weren’t about to disrespect someone’s boundaries, especially not theirs.

You found the room Iris and Lizzy shared, pushing the white door open, you felt the wamrth in the room, the sisterly bond that they must have created together when Lizzy moved in.

One side was plain, simple with two photographs, and young girl with her parents, the mother in a firefighter unifiorm, then the other photograph—you stopped. It was you, Lizzy and Iris from when you were roughly 14 years old, but you don’t remember it, but to be fair, you didn’t remember much from that time. The other side of the room was unicorn themed “Well I guess I wasn’t too far off with the dinosour theme…unicorns?” You questioned outloud then remembering Lizzy talking about unicorn being the animal of scotland and Iris had clung to that in a oddly fascinated way.

You let yourseld linger for a moment, staring out the window—then the roaring rattle noise of red bug car came speeding up the road. You couldn’t help but chuckle at how fast she drove, before pulling up at the side. Still you stayed upstairs, even with seeing Wanda arrive home.

You moved from your friends room, closing the door gently with a click, and spotting the little card of the door handle—Iris’s handy work. It was on a black card, in white writing, simple yet effective, and it read “Keep out. Private room. Especially you Natasha.” You woundered what Natasha could have done—if anything to make Iris hate her so much, because to you Natasha was the stars themselves, shinning in the darkness, give you a light to call home.

Before your feet even moved to the next room, you heard the front door slam shut. Wanda. Your heart pulsed like it was in an F1 final, you feel the heat crawling all over your skin, and punishing yourself for even letting that happen.

“Iris!” Wandas voice called out in a high pitch screetch. Iris had been right her mood was awful “How dare you speak to Nat like that!” Wanda clearly was not happy, and was fuming with Iris. So it would maybe she had every right to be in a mood, it wasn’t just a random foul mood that Iris had made it out to be, she had an actual reson.

Wandas voice came in waves making you feel weak at the knees—and whatever that feeling was it was making you want to run, but would would that do? It wouldn’t help. You just had to learn to live like this and psuh those feelings down as far as they would go until they didn’t make you feel sick any longer. When you heard a crash from the kitchen you decided to go to the next room and let them hash out whatever it was.

The bathroom door was brown oak, a different color to rest of the rooms—it seemed weirdly out of place, but whatever—it wasn’t your house and you needed to stop judging for something as simple as a door. When you stepped into the bathroom you audibly gasped. Despite it not being overly big, which did surprise you, it was beautiful, it was light, all the tiles where a marble cream. The shower was pretty spacious, and it was a power shower, you could see that already, and it had one of those heads that turned different colours with the water. You laughed thinking about showering in green or red water. Your eyes flicked over to the sink, just a plain white sink settled into the grey marble surface, with cuboards all along the side underneath. Two sets of tooth brushes and toothpaste which you assumed to be Lizzy and Iris rather than Wanda and Nat. The bathroom smelled of coconut, not your favouite food, but it smelt incredible.

Just as you were about to step out of the bathroom, to where the screaming voices where floating up the stairs from the kitchen, something caught your eye at the end of the shelf. A small blue box, out of place—random—you were intrigued as to what it was, so you stepped towards it. Your fingers slid around it and gently rolled it into your palm, nothing about it was obvious, but then you saw the on/off switch and realised, it must be a light of some kind, or music. You hoped it wasn’t music, that would be embarassing right now. You finger flicke don the plack switch, and you were in awe of what it was showing. The light from the box covered the whole room and you felt like you were under the sea when the sun is shinning down upon it, all it needed was that ocean sound, which you could easily use your spotify for if you ever had a shower here. God. It was beautiful.

As you could almost feel the ocean water submerging you in this moment, you decided to turn it off and step back out into the hall where you heard a very angry Wanda, seething with rage. “Oh, give it a rest Iris! Nat has been nothing but good and kind to you—to us—to your friends.”

You heard that, your ears pricked up. Friends. Wanda was right, Nat had been more the good to you, she had taken in every detail of yout lactose intolerence, your allegies and your texture aversions. No one else had ever done that before. At the thought of getting in the way, you stayed upstairs, closing the bathroom door gently and moving to the final room, aside from Wanda’s and Nats.

Another white door, simple. You moved toward it like a quiet heartbeat as something else broke downstairs. Opening the door, your breath was taken away by the simplicity of it. Double bed with Autumnal sheets, and a fluffy light grey blanket on the end. Around the edges of the ceiling and window were the normal fairy laights, and wrapped round the wooded headboard were fake ivy leaves, making it feel like a cost forest, or cabin, you weren’t sure which. The windows had horizontal blinds on them rather then curtains, light brown wood, oak like really, the ones where you twists the handles to shut out the light. It was a reasonablly large room for a guest room, in the corner there was a desk, with a small lamp and, purple bean bag that you could sit in directly in the opposite corner and—

You didn’t even hear Wanda’s “Jesus christ Iris!” as she came up the stairs, you didn’t hear her foot steps, her shoes were now off so that made more sense. But Wanda was just as surprised to see you when you walked past the guest room and saw you standing there, not moving.

“Not hiding from me I hope little ladybug?” Her hand gently placed on the middle of your back, and you tried so hard not to show that he simple touch turned you into a vibrating puddle.

“No, I—” You turned your head looking to Wanda, who was nursing a cut on her forehead.“Oh my god, what happened? Are you okay?” You asked, spinning round, to see a small amount of blood trickling down the side of her face.

“Oh honey, I’m fine.” Wanda replied, the softness in her voice melting you right there, the tissue slowing running red as she held it firm against the cut, but almost as if she could read your mind, your worry, your fear that Iris had done this. Her other hand gently moved, and held your chin, tilting your face up towards her “I’m okay Sweet ladyBug, I walked into a cuboard door that Iris had accidently left open as I was storming off. I’m fine I promise you.” You felt Wanda’s finger squeeze gently on your chin, making sure you heard and you nodded.

“Good girl.” Wanda smiled, seeing your eyes calm again, and you look back to the spare room you were both only just standing in. “You know, if you ever want to stay the night, you’d have this room. You’re always welcome.” Wanda said tapping your nose with the end of her index finger “Anytime.”

“I—what?” You couldn’t quite believe your ears. Wanda was offering you a room, when you needed it—in her house.

“I’m serious, no need to look so alarmed,” Wandas voice laced like golden syrup as she took you by the hand and back out into the hall, closing the door with a gentle click behind you.”Have you eaten lunch yet?”

You shook your head, and crinkled up your nose slightly “Iris was supposedly making it just before you got home.” Your eyes drifted towards the kitchen, but you were sure Iris had now forgotten about food. “It’s okay I can wait until dinner.” you insisted, but in your heart you knew Wanda wouldn’t let that slide.

“You were willing to let Iris cook?” Wanda raised her eyebrow, probably woundering what on earth posessed you to do such a thing ”Iris, the one who poisoned everyone at your birthday last year?” Wanda smirked, “come on, let me clean up and I’ll make you a toastie.”

“Wait—how did you know about my birthday?” You frowned, unless Iris had mentioned it, which you were certain she had not.

“About the poising or the actual date?” Wanda enquired, ensuring she was answering the right question.

“The date? I assume Lizzy may have told you about the poisoning incident.” You face stayed unclear in your emotions, and Wanda smiled seeing your unease about her knowledge of your birthday.

As she lets your hand go, her own long fingers , worn with a multitude of rings came up to the side of you face and tucked a loose strand behind your ear, delicate and soft in her touch. “You are one of Iris’s best friends sweetheart, and despite you never having visited us here until more recently, you were still her friend. Of course we have your birthday on the calendar.” Wanda smiled, watching you curiously for any reaction.

“You—” but before you could answer Wanda and roaring voice bellowed up the stairs.

“BUG YOU WANT THIS FOOD OR NOT?!” Irish screamed like she was in the war of the roses and you looked to Wanda for help.

Wanda couldn’t help but smile at the plea in your eyes, the desperation that said please don’t make me eat her food. And at that Wanda, tapped your cheek gently, and walked over to the top of the stairs and shouted out. “No she doesn’t want it, she’d rather not die today. I’ll make you both a toastie if you throw this sudden mood of yours away.” Wanda shouted, calm but in charge, and you looked at her almost in awe of her voice. Lethal, but kind and protective.

“You can fuck right off Wanda! You're not my mother!” You heard Iris shout as she walked back into the kitchen.

Wanda sighed, in a defeated sort of way. Clearly exhausted from the many arguments of 'you're not my mothet’ from Iris, which surprised you considering her actual mothers decision making, she left Iris in the foster care system until she was 12, when Wanda took her in—so to you it didn’t make sense. Did she want Wanda to be like her actual mother? These thoughts were hurting your already tired brain.

Iris now being the one in the mood made you laugh softly after her warning to you earlier—the one about Wandas mood. Iris warned you, told you to stay out of Wandas way when she came in due to how irritable she could be and yet the first thing she did with you was be warm and welcoming, and take your hand—with you her mood was perfectly pleasant.

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ieatfics · 2 days ago

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Pressure Expandable [Reader] x Forsaken

Warning:

So this is just for fun, these chapters are not proof read at all. So expect a ton of spelling mistakes and grammar. Im doing all this raw since I am not doing this serious at all. If I get bored I will stop writing it and announce it.

Entrance Point: Chapter 2 [page 2]

Expandable's [Y/N] POV:

Finally, the spikes disappeared. I thought I was stuck between them. For a moment I thought I would have to wait for my gear to go off and pop my head off like a balloon with a pin. I stay at the same spot listening. Will it come back and hit me this time? Or whatever caused it had disappeared?

Nope, I hear nothing. So I'm assuming that I am fine. Great! now I can continue to do the new generator. This should be simple! Just connect the wires together.

How the fuck did I end up getting my hands stuck inside the generator l?! My hand are stuck inside the spaghetti like wires. I pull and pull. As they stretch as I tried to use my body to help. Only to pull me back and slamming my body to it. As it injures me-- WAIT WHY DID THAT DO 30 DAMAGE?! Wait.. wHEN DID I HAVE 150HP?! What kind of fumes did I smell inside that room..?

WHY ARE MY HANDS STILL TANGLED WITHIN THESE STUPID CABLES?! I just scream in frustration as I use my legs to try to push myself off the cables again. What kind of material were these cables made of?! UGH!! I fucking hate down it here.. Honestly, I wouldn't mind a wall dweller to eat my sorry ass. Would save me the time and struggle I am currently in.

?????????? POV:

"So are you 100% sure you dont know where we are located currently? Come on builder man! You should know better than everyone where we are at!"

Builder Man just sighs next to me as we both explore the map. Normally, I would run around and find the killer to slash them. But unfortunately, since im not familiar with the map. I cant just run around like a headless chicken.

"No, unfortunately I don't know where we are at. Do you honestly expect me to remember every little place across the Roblox platform? There are thousands of the well known ones. And some hidden ones. But I'm one man, I cant remember everything."

Builder man explains as we enter through another room. Due to a hole in the wall. We hear sudden yelling further ahead. Like someone was struggling since they sounded very frustrating. Thats not someone that we know of...

"You dont think.. that the specter also added a new killer with the new map... did it?"

"It probably did . . . Lets go check it out. We might aswell get ahead with researching of the new territory and any new potential killers. Get that sword ready incase if we need to stun them and get away. And make sure you dont miss this time."

"Ugh.. seriously?? Really??? Like right now really??? Look, I fucked up in the past. I get it. Can we move on??? I forgot John Doe gets a speed boost after getting stunned when mid scanning!"

"Quiet I think they are over there..."

We get closer to door 71. So far there are 11 floors me and builder man went through. We quietly get closer and closer... staying completely quiet.. as we get closer the door was already opened.. builder man points at me before at the door.

Oh.. he wants ME to go in first.. wow.. sure okay. I peak my head inside.. gripping my sword tightly. Ready to swing. Only to loosen it.. as I see someone in scooba swim wear, oxygen tanks on their back, a black and red box on their back. A cable missing and a small red circle at the back of their neck.

I quietly look at Builder Man and motion him to come. Builder Man walks up as they peak inside. To see the same person struggling. I dont know how they managed to get both of their hands tangled up like that. They seem harmless.. infact they seem helpless.

Builder Man coughs to grab their attention. As the figure jumps and freezes. As they quickly turn to look at us with wide eyes. I try my best not to laugh at the situation they managed to get themselves stuck in.

"Pfftt... need some help there stranger?"

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#pressure #roblox forsaken #roblox pressure #roblox #x reader #forsaken x reader #builder man #Shedletsky #y/n

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blossomcola · 1 day ago

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Since you already wrote a piss kink story could you do another one..? I was thinking wonyoung xidol! Reader; where idol is a member of ive and wonyoung makes her drink lots of water before a concert so she has to hold it all throughout the concert, then takes her backstage and makes her piss her pants to humiliate her…

pairing. mean dom!jang wonyoung x sub!fem reader.

content warnings. blackmail, watersports.

wonyoung pretending to care about your well–being before a concert and making you believe that she is seriously worried about you :( being one of the maknaes, of course you thought she was doing her unnie duty with you and genuinely wanting you to be comfortable before starting the show, but all this just showed that you are somewhat stupid and do not see reality easily! gaeul had already made sure that you had something to eat before going on stage, and with plenty of time in advance so that you could digest your food and not get a stomach ache during the performance, yujin was checking that all the members were ready and spent a long time with you because you are notoriously her favorite baby, and rei was arranging your clothes the whole time even minutes before going on stage because she didn’t want to see you with a messy or untidy outfit, it was obvious that wonyoung was up to something behind those supposedly innocent intentions of “helping the younger members before a performance” but you believed her blindly!

and how could you not? you already knew wonyoung before debuting, when she was still in izone. you always admired her and it’s an understatement to say that you almost fainted when you found out that you would debut in the same group as her, but who would say that your favorite idol and role model finds it fun to be able to play around with her little bandmate who sees her as a big star? or rather, wonyoung finds it fun to be able to use you however she wants for her own amusement, but let’s not stray from the main topic!

“baby, your body needs it. don’t pout, just drink.”

“don’t argue with me. i always know what’s best for you.”

“mm-mm, no excuses. you’ll thank me when you’re not dizzy later.”

“stop giving me that look. drink, or i’ll hold the bottle to your lips myself.”

“you think i’m strict? i’m just taking care of you. now—another sip.”

she being so cruel once you need to go to the bathroom but you notice there is no time because in less than a minute the whole group has to get on stage to start the presentation 😣 even if you don’t talk to wonyoung when you ask for permission to go to the bathroom, the staff won’t let you because it’s too late for that! even when you beg yujin with puppy dog eyes to please make it so you can go to the bathroom, it’s beyond impossible because there’s no time needed :( you end up lying to your leader that you can last the whole presentation because according to you, you drank “little” water and not almost two bottles like wonyoung made you do…

moving around on stage without seeming to be able to stay still is a good way to be able to resist not going to the bathroom because you make the fans and the public think that you are nervous and somewhat anxious, but it’s a shame that wonyoung calls you out on speaking into the microphone and gently scolds you in front of everyone for not being able to sit still…

“oh my god! are you guys seeing that? (y/n)–ssi can’t seem to behave on stage.”

and the rest of the presentation is hell because you lose more and more the power to resist the urge to go to the bathroom once your bladder feels increasingly tight 😥 if it were up to you, you would have easily given up and wet your pants from the start, but you couldn’t indulge yourself because you were on stage in front of thousands of people! all you could do was continue the choreography with all your might and practically cross your fingers to avoid an incident at the least desired moment because that would definitely be a complete humiliation if it were to happen... 😶‍🌫️

unfortunately it ends up happening :( when you do the final pose at the end of the dance of the last song, you feel something slowly begin to wet your inner thighs... thank goodness you and the rest of the group were completely sweaty from over an hour and more of singing and dancing at the same time without stopping, so at first glance it just seemed like you were drenched in sweat like the rest of your group members, of course! 👀

no matter how hard you try to quickly escape from the rest of the group and head to one of the dressing rooms to go to the bathroom and change your clothes, i’m afraid it’s not possible! ever since you set foot off the stage wonyoung has been right behind you, barely walking on your heels, something you just noticed when you tried to close the dressing room door behind you but couldn’t because she used her own body to prevent it...

“aww, do you want the bathroom that bad? then beg for it. beg like you mean it.”

and it's really humiliating because wonyoung ends up making you beg her to please let you use the bathroom when it’s a basic human need 😖 you shouldn’t even beg her because you wouldn’t have to ask anyone’s permission to let you do that kind of thing, but wonyoung has a certain power over you that is much bigger than you being in this vulnerable and desperate state :( she seemed genuinely amused to see you losing your mind because of her, and she really enjoyed it! pf course, everything gets worse once you can’t take it anymore and you end up completely wetting your pants, but that’s a story for another day. 🥰

#wonyoung #wonyoung x fem reader #wonyoung x reader #wonyoung smut #jang wonyoung #jang wonyoung x fem reader #jang wonyoung x reader #jang wonyoung smut #ive #ive x fem reader #ive x reader #ive smut #gg smut #girl group smut

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chlomdtvv · 2 days ago

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Arthur X famous younger actress reader??

Maybe they meet at like a movie premier or something, maybe he gets it in his vlogs and everyone just freaks out

LIGHTS, CAMERA - arthur frederick ┊ ➶ ｡˚ °𖥔 ݁ ˖

— hiya anon! thank u for the req x tbh i’m not very good — but i hope you’ll like this !! xx

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—I FLATTEN MY dress softly, my hands running down the lacey material as the cameras and background music started to play.

an overwhelming feeling of overstimulation floods my mind before i felt my friend put her hand on my shoulder, taking my hand in hers as i take a few deep breaths.

“y’alright? you look stressed” she frowned. “i always forget how overwhelming this shit can be” i murmured. “don’t worry girl, you look amazing — and cheer up! we’re literally at ourmovie premiere. isn’t that crazy??” she exclaimed with excitement, i couldn’t help but smile — she was right after all, i just needed to relax and let go of the stress.

“i’ll see you in a bit yeah?” she asked before walking away, taking photos with a few fans and interviewers as i walked onto the bright red carpet, posing for each and every photo as the white flashes boomed in my face to the point where i thought i was gonna get whiplash. waving and smiling at everyone who called out my name.

“okay! last and final question, what are you hoping to get from after showing everyone your movie?” the interviewer asked, the camera panning over to me. “i wouldn’t say its my movie, me and all the cast mates all had an amazing time filming to be honest. i hope to get a good review” i laughed. “no but, the main aim of our movie was just positivity and realistic storytelling of the characters, y’know each character has their own story to tell.” i explained.

“well, i can’t wait! thank you so much for coming on.” she smiles widely.

“thank you for having me on!“ i cheered back, thanking the interviewer as i handed back her mic, giving her a small side hug before waving a goodbye to her and the crew. after taking pictures with more fans and doing a few more interviews — i finally get a bit of time to properly scan the place

walking through the crowd before i see him.

arthur frederick, otherwise known as arthurtv. ive watched his youtube videos and to be completely honest, i’d say he’s probably my favourite youtubers. he was with his friend, a tall man with dark brown hair, a mullet and a moustache along with stubble on his face.

i take a deep breath, contemplating on taking to him and hopefully not being the awkward fuck i am, or just making an absolute joke of myself.

i decided not to say anything, just simply walk past and politely smile. in which i did, before i heard his voice.

“oh! there’s y/n. there’s a little fan cam of her, she looks very pretty!”

i smiled widely to myself, glancing back at locking eyes with his — his other friend wandering off to wherever.

i pretending like it was my first time seeing him as i walk over. “heya! you’re arthurtv right?” i greeted warmly. his eyes widened in surprise. “yeah-yes i am indeed!” he replied, his face turning a slight dark shade of pink as he embraced me in a hug. “i watch your videos with my little sister actually. kinda a fan” i giggled nervously. his jaw drops. “no way” he said in disbelief. i laughed at his reaction. “i’m serious! i do watch your videos, i love your work” i smiled.

he shook his head. “ah no way, thank you so much! i appreciate it, really. i’m a big fan of your acting — you’re very talented” he compliments with a cheery smile. “thank you!”

“would you like to say hello to my vlog?” he offered. i nodded my head, watching him higher the camera to get the both of us in the frame. “hello arthur’s vlog, it’s me y/n.” i giggled, a little awkward in front of the camera “subscribe to arthur!” i smiled waving at the camera. “hey, you heard the lovely lady, go watch the movie, when it comes out! thank you for saying hi to the vlog.” arthur cheered.

“thank you for coming to the movie premiere! i’ll hopefully see you soon.” i wave before leaving — saying goodbye to arthur.

comments —

| bro just casually met y/n

| SHE LOOKS SO GOOD WTF

| ARTHUR AND Y/N ??? my life is complete

| nahh arthur meeting y/n at the movie premiere is mad.

| they’re both so awkward i love it😭😭

| the way they look at each other what

| Y/N IS AN ARTHUR TV FAN ??

↳arthur frederick: i’m just as shocked as u are 😂😂

| this was lowk so wholesome

| y/n being an arthurtv fan was not on my bucket list 😭

| bro who knew y/n would be an arthurtv fan 😭

| they’re both such sweethearts ahh!!

#ukyt #arthur television #chlomdtv #arthurtv #arthur frederick #italianbach #chrismd #writing #alfie buttle #writers #ukyt fanfic #arthurtv fluff #arthur tv x reader

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sph63 · 2 days ago

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Overtime Confessions (GR63)

Summary : During a late-night office blackout, two coworkers find themselves unexpectedly trapped together. What begins with teasing banter and awkward closeness slowly unravels into a charged tension neither can ignore, forcing them to confront feelings they’ve both been avoiding.

➢ Office worker!George Russell! x Office worker!Fem Reader ( no use of y/n)

➢Word count: 3.6k

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At first, you thought it was just the usual end-of- day dimming, the moment when the light flickered inside the skyscraper but then the hum of machines vanished and the printers, computers, even the ancient water cooler all fell silent in unison. Only the rain remained—sharp, insistent, hammering the tall windows in waves. The office was quiet— too quiet in the midnight air. A silence so thick it pressed against your ears as you could feel the absence of the sound. Usually the hum of computers and faint chatter of late night filled the room but tonight, everything vanished— now only darkness accompanied you. A sudden power outage had thrown turning everything into shadows leaving only the dimming emergency light flickering weakly.

"Oh, great," you muttered, rubbing your eyes.

You and George were the only ones left inside the office— probably both got too immersed in the work to notice the time and the lack amount of workers leaving. And then, of course, there was George—sitting cross-legged on the floor near the supply cabinet, fiddling at a stubborn flashlight that refused to stay on. His brow was furrowed in concentration, a slight frown tugging at his lips, and yet somehow, he still looked effortlessly in control, like even being trapped in an empty office at night couldn't shake him completely.

"Well," George exhaled, breaking the silence with a silly grin. "Guess we are officially trapped." There was a teasing lilt in his words, but beneath them you could sense the slight nervousness though it should go unnoticed if you weren't paying attention.

You let out a snort— couldn't believe the dramatic delivery from him and partly because of the awkwardness of the situation.

"Officially trapped?, sounds dramatic." You weren't sure if the laugh was to lighten the mood or to mask your realization that it was just the two of you here , how the small distance between you suddenly seemed enormous and yet intimate all at once. "Like the start of a horror story."

"Or romance." George said cluelessly as a light joke, raising his eyebrow with grin widening. "Could go either way." He shrugged.

George didn't notice the way your jaw tightened, stomach fluttered— you forgot to respond caught between the desire to tease him back or roll your eyes. There was something about George—something magnetic and infuriating at the same time—that made you feel a strange combination of comfort and unease, like standing on the edge of a cliff and being drawn to the fall.

"This is convenient — guess the universe decided we're working too hard."

You spinned your chair, trying to spot him in the dark. His silhouette moved briefly still trying to turn on the flashlight while cursing under his breath. "Convenient?" you echoed, standing and making your way toward him. "We're stuck here, George."

He finally found a way to switch on the flashlight but then the light hit your face, earning a wince from you. "Watch it, Russell!" You said covering your eyes with your palm.

"Sorry, sorry," he said, though his grin widened. He lowered the beam, letting the light skim across the room instead. "See? Not so bad. Two people, one storm, one flashlight. If this was a horror movie, I'd say we're doing pretty well."

"Until the part where someone gets eaten," you muttered , moving past him to grab a spare pack of batteries from the shelf.

"Bold of you to assume I wouldn't sacrifice myself heroically first," he shot back.

You checked your phone to see the time — 12:30 a. m.

Sigh.

The two of you spent the times wandering around the office with your phone held high as a tiny flashlight. The rain outside pounded against the window, rhythmic and loud. You stepped carefully around scattered papers and half-empty coffee cups, each movement a small dance to avoid catastrophe, while George moved beside you with surprising agility, bumping lightly against your shoulder every so often, always just enough to make you notice.

"We're trapped here with no way out as the exit door couldn't magically open during this kind of emergency— still needed our card access " He complained. "What do we do then?"

"We wait." You replied while trying to slide the batteries into a backup lantern that you found in your drawer that one of your office mates gave you for secret santa— thank god, it was finally useful for something when your phone ran out of its battery..Your fingers fumbled in the dark, and before you could slot the last one in— George's hand brushed against yours, just a light accidental touch.

"Here," he murmured— stepping closer, voice lower now, more careful. His touch lingered just a second longer than necessary as he guided the battery into place. When the lantern flared to life, you both blinked against the sudden glow.

You pulled your hand back quickly, pretending to be busy adjusting the lamp's brightness. "Thanks," you murmured. George didn't answer right away. You could feel his gaze, steady and unreadable, and it made your pulse stumble.

Eventually, you both found refuge on the large couch in the conference room, the storm outside a constant, rhythmic backdrop. He exhaled deeply sunk himself in the couch slowly letting the stress away. You noticed the way his head turned to the side to look at you as you were scrolling through your phone absentmindedly. Minutes, passed by and you just let out a huff— you received a message from the technician that the power will be back in a few minutes. "Crazy night." You murmured.

"Well not the worst." He said, voice softer— lacking its usual teasing tone. "At least I'm stuck with you."

The words were simple. But they landed heavily, warming you from the inside out. Your breath caught, but you disguised it will a roll of your eyes.

The tension began to creep in like a slow tide.

"So..." George said, his voice quiet now. "This is... nice, isn't it? Being stuck like this." He nudged you slightly with his shoulder, a playful push that was far too close to intimacy.

You smirked, nudging back lightly. "Nice? Sure... if you don't mind the rain, the dark, and the cold."

then silence filled the room

"Are you uncomfortable?" George asked quietly— sounding concerned as his eyes glinting in the dark.

"I'm fine." You lied though your pulse betrayed you.

He smirked, like he knew exactly what he was doing. "Sure about that? You're a little fidgety."

"I'm not—" You stopped yourself, realizing how defensive you sounded. "You're imagining things."

"Am I?" His grin deepened, playful, but his voice dropped an octave, making it sound more intimate than teasing. Eyes locked on yours— steady unyielding.

You turned to glare at him, but the closeness startled you. He was right there, barely a breath away, his gaze fixed on you with a steadiness that made your heart pound. The playful smirk softened, his expression flickering with something more vulnerable, more dangerous.

At one point, a particularly loud thunder made both of you jump. George instinctively reached for your hand to steady you— as his breath hitched. He traced lazy tiny circles over the back of your hand without noticing and he probably didn't realize how long he has been holding your hand— you let it slide, letting the warmth spread.

"You're lucky the storm is louder than my heartbeat." You deadpanned, eyes lingered to his hold around your hand.

He smiled, small and devastatingly soft. "Maybe I'm lucky it's not louder than mine."

The air between you was thick, every breath, every glance, charged. You could feel the subtle brush of his leg against yours as you shifted slightly on the couch, a closeness neither of you had consciously sought but neither of you resisted. The teasing resumed, quieter now, more intimate. "I think you're enjoying this more than you admit," George said softly, blue eyes glinting in the dim light.

It happened slowly.

Your laughter faded into quiet smiles. His voice dipped lower, softer. His gaze lingered a little too long. You found yourself leaning closer without realizing it, the blanket sliding slightly, the space between your faces shrinking until the only thing you could hear was your own heartbeat.

"Careful," you whispered, your breath brushing his cheek. "If we keep this up, we'll cross a line we can't uncross."

He tilted his head slightly,his lips a breath away from yours. "Maybe I don't want to uncross it."

And that was all it took.

The kiss consumed you, it was fire and surrender. His lips found yours in a kiss that was tentative at first, testing. Then deeper, warmer, carrying weeks—months—of unspoken glances and playful touches. Your hand slid up his arm instinctively, hands cupping your jaw, and for a long moment, the storm outside and the office around you vanished completely.

The lantern flickering as though it too shivered under the intensity.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, staring at each other as if seeing something brand new. He laughed softly, almost disbelieving, and brushed your hand.

"Well," he whispered hoarsely, "guess that just happened."

You smiled, heart pounding. "Guess it did."

The lights flickered back on a moment later, humming softly. The spell broke, replaced with an almost shy silence. Neither of you spoke about what the kiss meant, or what would happen next. You simply stood, straightened your clothes, and walked out together—hands brushing occasionally, but never fully holding.

You scrambled for your bag, desperate to anchor yourself. "I should—uh—I should get home before the streets flood."

"Then I'll walk you," George said instantly, no hesitation.

You opened your mouth to resist but the sound of rain howls against the glass swallowed the words and the storm roaring outside made you realize you indeed needed a company.

The city was chaos. Water surged along the gutters, neon signs bled into watery streaks, and the downpour drenched you the moment you stepped outside. George shrugged off his jacket, slinging it over both of you, his arm firm around your shoulders, pressing you against his side.

"Romantic, isn't it?" he shouted above the storm, grinning despite the water streaming down his face.

You barked a laugh. "Romantic? We look like drowned rats!"

"Beautiful drowned rats," he corrected with infuriating ease. "Well—me, at least. You're somewhere between tragic and windswept." You shoved him, but your laughter was uncontainable, spilling freely, cutting through the storm's brutality.

Then thunder shattered the sky, so violent it made the pavement tremble. You gasped, and instinctively, George's hand slid from your shoulder to your back, holding you close, shielding you as if his body alone could defy the storm.

"George..." Your voice was a fragile thing against the roar.

He tilted down, rain dripping from his lashes, eyes burning with something unspoken. "Say it," he whispered. But you couldn't. The words were reckless, dangerous, too raw. Instead, you reached for his hand, your fingers weaving with his.

His grin softened into something reverent, tender. "That's enough."

By the time you reached your apartment, you were soaked to the bone, hair plastered, shoes ruined. You lingered under the awning, trembling not from cold but from the gravity of what hung between you. George brushed a wet strand of hair from your cheek, his touch feather-light. "I should say goodnight."

"You should."

Neither of you moved.

The rain hammered, the city blurred, and for one reckless second, you almost kissed him again. But instead, you retreated, slipping into the lobby with shaking hands.

"Goodnight, George," you whispered.

His answering voice was hoarse, reverent. "Goodnight."

And even as the door closed between you, the storm carried his taste still—salt and rain and something far more dangerous.

Morning came too soon.

You woke up with the sound of rain still pattering against your apartment window as if purposely trying to wake you up and faced the day. Though, the rain wasn't the first thing you thought about when you woke up— neither the alarm that you snoozed to quickly or the amount of works that left untouched waiting for you on your office table.

But it was him.

George Russell.

And the kiss.

Your stomach flipped as the memory replayed clearly in your head. The dimming light, the weight of his gaze, the warmth of his lips against yours. You squeezed your eyes shut, groaning whole rolling your body to the other side your bed as you tried to push the image away from your mind— His thumb brushing your hand. His half-laugh when you broke apart. The way neither of you spoke, as if words might shatter the fragile, dangerous thing you'd just created.

You groaned into your pillow again. What the hell had you done?

By the time you had arrived at the building only one thing plastered in your mind; avoidance. That was the only option. If you could've just easily not look at him and buried yourself with works, kept the conversation strictly professional maybe that could erase last night situation. It was a solid plan for you— at least in theory.

The moment you stepped inside— the air was different than usual. It seemed sharper as if everyone could smell the scent of the secrets you're carrying. You avoided looking towards George's desk but of course, your body betrayed you. You caught him leaning back against his chair, his usual morning coffee in hand while watching you. You quickly adverted your gaze elsewhere when his eyes caught yours as you could feel your cheeks heated up.

You sat in your chair and turn on the power of your computer— pretended to be interested with thirty unread emails in your inbox while your brain still stubbornly stuck with George.

The morning dragged. Every time you risked a glance across the room, you found George's gaze already on you. Not openly—he was subtle, pretending to be buried in reports or chatting casually with a coworker—but you knew. You felt it.

When you went to the break room, he appeared two minutes later but you just quickly fled with your coffee half-poured— expression blank as you tried not to make it too obvious.But of course, George wasn't dumb he could see the half-poured— or almost half poured coffee in your mug.

It is as if you couldn't escape him anymore.

When you ducked into the file room, he followed soon after while humming under his breath as he flipping through the folders. When you lingered by the copy machine, he arrived with a stack of papers, leaning casually against the counter as though fate had delivered him there. Each time, you found an excuse to leave. Each time, his expression darkened just slightly—less confusion now, more... frustration.

By lunch, your nerves were shredded. You were sitting at your desk, stabbing at a sad-looking salad, when a shadow fell across your screen.

"Busy?" George's voice. Smooth, casual, but laced with something harder beneath.

You looked up too quickly, nearly dropping your fork. "Yes. Very."

His mouth tugged into a half-smile. "Too busy for a break?"

"Yes."

"Too busy to even look at me?"

Your chest tightened. "I'm looking at you now, aren't I?"

He studied you for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly. "Hm. Guess so." But he didn't move, didn't leave. He lingered there, heavy and unshakable, until your fingers tightened around your fork. Only then did he finally chuckle softly, pat your desk once, and walk away.

It was infuriating. And terrifying. And—if you admitted it to yourself—thrilling.

By mid afternoon, it came to your realization that your plan wasn't working. Avoidance, wasn't working and if anything it just made things worse. The more you tried to avoid him, the more to find his way just enough to get under your nerves.— finding ways to catch your eyes,to corner you in subtle challenges. When you slipped out to the hall for some air, he was there, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

When you returned from the bathroom, he appeared from the opposite direction, matching your pace effortlessly.

When you ducked into the stairwell to escape, he followed you down a flight, his footsteps echoing in perfect sync with yours.

"Running laps?" he teased when you nearly tripped on the landing.

"Exercise," you said shortly, pushing past him as you just tried to focus on the music in your ears.

"Alright, that's it. " George said with a hint of frustration in his tone. A hand tugged one of your earbuds free."What the hell is going on?"

You stopped in your track and turned to look at him— trying to appear as confident. "I don't know what you mean." You said quickly — well too quickly for it to be natural.

He raised a brow. "Don't play dumb. You've been dodging me all day. You won't look at me, won't talk to me, practically sprint out of the room every time I walk in. What did I do?"

Your throat went dry. "Nothing."

"Nothing?" His voice softened, but the intensity of his gaze didn't waver. He leaned down slightly, bracing a hand on the rai. "Funny, because it feels like something."

You swallowed hard, pressing back into your chair as though distance might save you. "I'm just busy."

"Bullshit." The word was sharp but quiet, almost a whisper. His eyes searched yours, steady, unyielding. "This is about last night, isn't it?" You opened your mouth but couldn't let any words out— scrambling for another response but nothing came out. Your mind was a in a blurry panic every excuses sounded ridiculous now. "Thought so." He murmured.

Finally, you whispered, "I shouldn't have let it happen."

His eyes darkened. "Shouldn't have, or didn't want to?"

The question just hung in the air.

George straightened slowly, dragging a hand through his hair and for the first time today, you saw something flicker in his expression— frustration, yes but mixed with vulnerability and that startled you. "You're driving me insane, you know that?" he said finally, his tone tight. "One minute you're kissing me back like you've been waiting years for it, and the next, you won't even look at me. Which is it, huh? Did it mean something, or am I just—what? A mistake you'd rather bury under paperwork?"

"Well.." You forced yourself to stand steadily hand holding the handrail. "It was late. We were tired. There was a blackout— it was jus a mistake. Nothing more."

George's jaw flexed, the muscle ticking as he stared at you. Then he laughed, but it was humorless, sharp. "A mistake. Right." He took a step closer, and you instinctively backed up, heart tripping. "Funny how 'a mistake' feel a hell of a lot like you kissing me back. Like you pulling me closer."

"It's complicated."

"The only thing that makes it complicated is you ignoring me."He shook his head— chuckled sarcastically. "It's simple. I kissed you. You kissed me back. That's it."

Your chest ached at the frustration in his voice, the raw honesty in his eyes. You hated that he was right. You hated more that part of you wanted to stop pretending, wanted to grab him by the collar and kiss him again until the world disappeared.

But you couldn't.

George exhaled sharply, running both hands over his face before dragging them down his neck. When his eyes met yours again, they were blazing, stripped of all his usual teasing. "Look, I'm not asking you to marry me," he said, with a chuckle— softer now, rough around the edges. "I'm just... I can't stand this game. If last night meant nothing, fine. Tell me, right here, right now, that it meant nothing. And I'll back off. I'll never bring it up again." Your heart stopped. He meant it—you could see it in his eyes. He was giving you an out, a chance to end it, to walk away.

All you had to do was say it. Nothing. Just one word.

But your mouth wouldn't form it.

Because it wasn't true.

You swallowed hard gripping the rail tighter for balance. "George..."

The sound of his name on your lips made him inhale sharply, like it was the first time he'd ever really heard you say it. He stepped closer still, closing the last of the distance until you had nowhere left to back away. His hand braced against the rail beside your hip, his body a line of heat just shy of touching yours.

"Say it," he whispered, his eyes locked on yours. "Say it meant nothing."

You couldn't.

Instead, your silence stretched, heavy, trembling.

Something in his face cracked—the frustration giving way to something more desperate more exposed. His gaze dropped briefly to your mouth, then to your eyes, and his voice broke, softer than you'd ever heard it. "Please don't lie to me," he said.

Your chest caved. The words slipped out before you could stop them.

"It wasn't nothing."

"Then stop running from me." He held your hands gently rubbing soft circles against your thumbs. "I know you're scared if this goes sideways — as it could ruin our work, the professionalism but hey." He nudged his finger slowly under your chin for you to look up. "What if it doesn't?" He continued. "What if it's the best damn thing that's ever happened to us?"

His words were bold and terrifying sincere— exactly what you wanted to hear but kept trying to refuse.

"George.."

He leaned in closer, lips inches away from yours. "God, you think I've been able to stop thinking about you since last night? You think I wanted that kiss to be a mistake? I've wanted it for months. Months. And if you think I'm going to let one kiss scare you off, you don't know me at all."

Your knees buckled through his sharp words, gulping hardly. "You can't just say things like that.."

"Why not?" His tone was raw, stripped bare. "It's the truth."

The office around you might as well have disappeared. There was only his voice, his body heat, the pounding of your heart. You were trembling now, caught between terror and longing, but you couldn't pull away. You didn't want to.

And then, finally, the tension snapped.

You surged forward, fisting his shirt in your hands, and crashed your mouth to his. The kiss was nothing like last night's hesitant brush. This was fire—hungry, desperate, weeks and months of unspoken tension igniting all at once. George groaned into your mouth, his hands flying to your waist, pulling you flush against him. The rail behind you dug into your hips, but you didn't care. You clung to him, kissing him harder, deeper, until you were dizzy.

When you finally broke apart, gasping, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathless. His hands were still on your waist, firm and grounding, like he was afraid you might vanish.

"Still think it was a mistake?" he whispered, voice ragged.

You shook your head, eyes fluttering shut. "No."

His chuckle was soft, almost disbelieving, as his thumb brushed your hip. "Good. Because I'm not letting you take it back."

You opened your eyes, searching his, and for the first time, the fear loosened its grip. His gaze wasn't just hungry—it was steady, certain, warm in a way that made your chest ache. Neither of you said the words—not yet. But they hung there anyway, unspoken but undeniable, threaded through every glance, every touch.

And this time, you didn't run.

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A/N : Well this one is kinda short. Don't worry, there are still more WIPs left in my draft.

#george russell #george russel imagine #george russel x reader #f1 x reader #f1 #f1 fanfic #formula 1 #f1 fic #f1 imagine #george russel fanfic #george russel x you

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venusplanetofloveee · 15 hours ago

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hi precious angels, i wanted to make a list of things i've been obsessed with lately. pls feel free to make yours too, i wanna see your tops <33

⭐️ so there’s this argentinean group called s.a.m.a made up of six s3x, faraonika, juana rozas, fiah miau, vera frod and chita.

all pop stars that often perform in the underground clubs of buenos aires, each one has her own solo career but they love supporting each other on stage.

recommendations: juana rozas’ album “tanya” she introduces us to this eccentric character, describing the album as like having a panic attack and she really nails it.

⭐️ addison by addison rae, i mean… who isn’t obsessed with this album? she completely captured the 2000s pop star essence, from the tiny mv thumbnails to the choreos on stage.

⭐️ disney stars who had a music career, GOD this is literally the obsession of the month, from lindsay lohan covering random genres to the vanessa hudgens “sneakers on” meme. i love every single woman who went through disney and then dropped music on her own.

⭐️ bangerz by miley cyrus… i recently re-discovered this album, i love every single song, i fully get the vision.

i couldn’t even decide what i love the most: the party girl portrait? the public’s reactions to miley dancing? a britney feature? the nostalgic videos? miley trying to completely break away from the hannah image? god there’s just so much, i’m even obsessed with that pic of miley and katy perry kissing. you. had. to. be. there.

lately i find myself being more of a series person than a movies one:

⭐️ my autumn rewatch: it’s fall in my country right now and the weather just gave me the urge to go back to my favs of this season;

pretty little liars, i LOVE LOVE LOVE, from the mystery, the outfits, the characters, the town, everything. i relate so much to hanna, she is me and i am her.

teen wolf, it has the worst special effects, 2010 wattpad fanfic level script BUT I LOVE IT, it’s so camp, literally everything about this show screams CAMP. also my personal contribution here is that stiles stilinski invented the term BOYFRIEND.

the vampire diaries; actually, when it first aired i only watched random episodes on mtv, never the whole thing, that’s why i decided to start it from the beginning.

⭐️ the oc; it’s rare for me to fall in love with a main character and yet here we are, ryan is literally my adopted son i just want him to do well in life. i fully fell for this show when he meets marissa and goes “i’m however you want me to be.” ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEE????? insane.

⭐️ glee; i’ve watched this show more times than i can count on my hands, you honestly need a high iq to understand it, i love that it never takes itself seriously and that everything happening is just pure chaos.

⭐️ avril lavigne: forever obsessed with how cool this woman is, i’m once again at a point in my life where i just wanna be her. i love absolutely everything about her. ignoring for 2 secs the misogyny in girlfriend, god her looks there??? her hair? those pink streaks?? everything about her just screams cool.

⭐️ roblox squid game: lmaooo call me basic but i’m actually deeply obsessed with this show idgaf. i could make a 3hr video essay analyzing every single character and game, i love them all (yes, nam gyu and myung gi are my boyfriends). anyway, you can catch me on roblox playing this with my friends.

⭐️ redecorating my room like my fav 2000s/2010s movies; my main inspo is the summer colors in wild child, the posters jennifer check has in jennifer’s body, aquamarine vibes, finding typical stuff from that era like a lips-shaped landline phone, old magazines, lots of victoria’s secret body sprays, a zebra print framed mirror.

⭐️ the sims 2: bitch i’m telling you, best game ever, the LORE it has?? childhood vibes unmatched, youtube music videos and machinima series… literally no other game will ever top this. you’ll find me at 3am creating the most chaotic stories while blasting 2000s music.

anyway gorgeous if u wanna make ur own tag me so i can read it, love u guys sm bbys, take care mwah

venus 🐆

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bogkeep · 1 day ago

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oh boy i saw a Post that i know was at least partially a joke about how we should get to appeal people who've blocked us... i made the mistake of checking the comments. oops. lots of people who don't understand how people can be such meanies and block people over almost Nothing at all, or that blocks should expire after a year... and, well.

i have several people blocked for safety reasons/peace of mind, people i want to have the least amount of access to me as possible (harassment campaign, terfs, etc). i figure most people agree that these are good and noble reasons to Block. but i also have lots and lots and lots of people blocked for seemingly petty reasons (bad opinion, annoying to me). i have also found myself blocked by several people - some i know exactly why, some complete strangers i have never interacted with and cannot figure out the motivations of. so let's explore some angles here:

- Receiving An Appeal: i did actually have someone email me to ask if they were really blocked or if it was a mistake. i was put in the very fun position of having to find a nice way to explain that yeah, sorry, i soft blocked you several times because the commentary you kept adding to my posts was driving me nuts but it didn't stick so i had to hard block you. no hard feelings, you're fine, i just personally find you annoying but please don't take it personally. i mean i didn't HAVE to reply to that email, and maybe i could have found a way to tell that person to give me some space, but. the internet is so loud and so full of people and i have a threshold for how much i can handle, i do not have the capacity or patience to sit down with every person i find annoying and tell them to please repress their entire personalities for my sake. i don't WANT to do that! i want people to be their loud and vibrant self but sometimes i need to slam my door shut before i snap at someone. or everyone. taking care of myself is to everyone's benefit okay!!!

- Wanting To Know Why: look, i get it, it's frustrating to not know exactly WHY someone blocked you, but my honest advice is that... you probably don't actually want to know. maybe if it was someone you have a personal relationship to outside of tumblr, sure! that's a whole other can of worms to deal with. but you probably don't actually need to hear a stranger tell you you're annoying or that your headcanon sucks or whatever. there's a parallel here to wanting to hear the Exact reasons for why someone broke up with you and it's just gonna make you feel like shit regardless of what it is - except it's an online random who doesn't even know you probably. you literally do not need a stranger's approval to exist in a space and do your thing, and the stranger did the right thing by curating their space. i'm sure there's lots of examples where people get blocked for a "small" reason and the blocker forgot Why and could probably easily unblock them and carry on. But. do you really really really need access to This particular stranger online? maybe they have a really cool blog you enjoyed! but there's so many other cool blogs. you'll live!!!!!! i promise.

- Is Blocking A Declaration Of War And Ill Intent? no. it's just not. it's a tool for curating your internet space. nobody gets along with literally everyone else on earth and we were not made with extreme exposure to millions of other people worldwide in mind. maybe it seems extreme to yeet people out of your blog just for being a little bit annoying, but it's not so extreme if you have a larger following and lots of people making noise in your notifs. it doesn't have to be deeper than that!!

#too long for twitter #i <3 being able to block people #also i did once experience someone taking my blocking them as a declaration of war but that's part of. The Big Trauma Event #whewwwwww #also feeling extra spiky about this because of my current oslo girl predicament #where she annoys me so so so much and also has this thing about If Anyone Has An Issue With Her They Should Tell Her Directly #but also she is extremely sensitive to. well. everything. so i absolutely do not feel confident in giving her any kind of feedback #when she cant even handle me saying 'im fine' in a tired way to her for reasons that literally have nothing to do with her #so it's a nightmare scenario of i WOULD sit you down and draw some boundaries except it would cause so much more drama and frustration #and she so clearly wants my approval but she's never going to get it and she doesn't fucking need it #if i could block/mute irl it would solve so manh problems.

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turtlevariabilis · 17 hours ago

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TMNT Multiverse

WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF LEO WERE TRAPPED IN THE SAME ROOM? AND WHAT IF IT WERE RAPH, MIKEY, OR DONNIE? CHAOS, RIVALRY, AND HUMOR GUARANTEED IN THIS FANFIC.

1. Leo

A flash. Six versions of Leonardo fall at the same time into a windowless metal room. They get up, looking at each other, confused and in shock.

Leo 2023 (breathing heavily, eyes wide):

No… no no no! What is this place? They’re all… me! I’m trapped with FIVE versions of myself!

Leo 1987 (laughing enthusiastically, brushing himself off):

Holy shells! It’s like an exclusive Leo club! Radical! And I know what we need: pizza!

Leo 2007 (voice shaky, hand on his katana; his posture is more adult and firm):

This… this can’t be real. It has to be a trap!

(looks at the others with distrust, clearly more experienced and hardened than the rest)

Leo 2012 (trying to sound casual though excited):

This is like in Space Heroes, you know? When Captain Ryan clones himself to stop the alien invasion.

(pause, no one responds)

Really? No one? (whispering) …and I thought it would be cool to talk to myself…

Leo 2018 (jumping dramatically, making a flourish bow):

Trapped, no way out, probably about to die… but don’t worry, because I have a plan!

(draws his mystical sword dramatically, trying to open a portal… nothing happens. He waves it again. Still nothing. Frozen, awkward)

…Well… that was my plan.

(the others stare, some impressed, some incredulous)

Eh… at least admit you thought it might work for a second.

Leo 2003 (arms crossed, calm but eyebrow raised):

Listen. We don’t know who brought us here, but it’s definitely not good. Let’s stay calm, check the room, and—

Leo 2018 (raising a hand like in class, interrupting):

I vote that we do formal introductions first. “Hi, I’m Leo, I love being the main character… I mean, the best character, I like annoying my brothers, sacrificing myself to save the world and have the same trauma as everyone else in this room.” See? Ice broken!

Leo 2007 (looking straight at Leo 2018, dryly):

…Are you aware of how annoying you are?

Leo 2018 (with a dazzling smile):

Completely.

Leo 2023 (stepping back, voice cracking, vulnerable):

No… I can’t… This is too… cool! Best than my fanfics! But I just want to get back home as soon as possible, thanks. Or at least be somewhere safe where we can talk.

Leo 2012 (awkward, approaching Leo 2023, trying to sound reassuring):

Hey, um… I get scared too sometimes, but we’ll find a way out before we even find out if… well, if they’re here to try to kill us…

(realizes what he said, swallows nervously)

Not that they’re going to kill us… yet… I’m not helping.

Leo 1987 (placing a hand on 2012’s shoulder, beaming with optimism):

Relax, my versions! If we’re all together, nothing can stop us!

Leo 2003 (muttering, barely audible, sarcastic):

…Unless we kill each other first.

Leo 2018 (jumping from side to side, dramatic):

I propose we make a real plan. Normally, I could open a portal with my sword, or… invent a giant energy weapon…

Leo 2007 (frowning, serious and firm):

We don’t need your crazy ideas that fail within five seconds.

Leo 2018 (smiling, shrugging):

Come on, admit it! It was impressive for a second, wasn’t it?

Leo 2003 (arms crossed, looking at 2018 with forced patience):

We appreciate your help, but it’s useless. Better focus on examining the room and finding exits, without dramatics.

Leo 2023 (trembling, looking at 2007 and 2003 for support):

Yeah… I… I don’t know if I can handle so much excitement at once. This… is too much.

Leo 1987 (jumping cheerfully, trying to encourage):

Come on, guys! If we all put our energy together, we’ll definitely find the way out! And… it could even be fun!

Leo 2012 (looking at 1987, awkwardly):

Uh… yeah… fun… I guess… Though I still don’t understand how we even got here…

Leo 2007 (looking at everyone, taking a deep breath, trying to calm himself):

Listen. We need to get organized. We can’t let the chaos of… that showstopper stop us.

Leo 2018 (making a dramatic gesture, offended):

Hey! I’m just trying to keep morale up!

Leo 2023 (surprised, taking a deep breath):

Guys, there doesn’t seem to be any way out…

Leo 2012 (looking around):

There has to be one, there always is.

Leo 1987 (patting 2023 on the back):

There it is! That’s team spirit. Turtle power!

Leo 2018 (drawing his sword again, more cautiously):

Okay, okay… Plan B: if I see a ray of light or something weird, portal to the rescue!

Leo 2007 (sighing, looking at 2018 with exasperation):

And there it is… chaos on legs.

Leo 2003 (resigned, murmuring):

…If we survive this, it’ll be a miracle.

2. Raph ➡️

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raptorish · 1 day ago

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Weird Wereraptor Insights

Written by Max Biscuit-Machina on August 19th, 2025.

hi! this is a completely unpolished brain dump of information about my experiences as a wereraptor, because it's too interesting to stay stuck in my drafts for days while I work up the executive functioning to edit it into a cohesive essay! you're getting the same lowercase rambling my friends get about my identity and you're going to like it!

first off, i don't think i Awakened - i didn't have some sudden blast of insight about being fictional or nonhuman one day. I Chose A Label. i didn't always feel nonhuman, in fact i frequently felt Very Human combined with Situational Nonhumanity (mostly getting phantoms and instincts and making sounds re: physical play, tasty food, and mauling a plush animal for fun), which was not what i saw amongst many therians who felt like they were 100% nonhuman all the time. so i picked up "yeah this velociraptor is important to me, i draw this raptor a lot! it's fun to draw!" and had imposter syndrome about saying i was a therian for Years™

like i gotta emphasize that i lurked around people discussing their therianthropy for years and for some reason i didn't make the leap to "therians identify, fully OR PARTIALLY, as animals" because. i didn't really see anyone talk about being like 90% human 10% raptor (and the raptor is only ever there when i'm having fun so perhaps this is not a real identity and just a Fun Thing)

(no past!max. it's a very real raptor in there. it just hates calculus) go my raptor bite the numbers for me

like it really is fascinating looking back and seeing how much more blended together i was with Biscuit and also how that did not really serve us well! i was getting phantom shifts and mental shifts and generally talking about myself as a raptor, as a therian, in the way that so many other therians talked about themselves. and i did think of myself that way! but it felt forced, it didn't feel like i was a raptor in a comfortable way

it's not that I'm Not a raptor, but i do legitimately feel better thinking of Biscuit as kind of a daemon! it's not just Me But Raptor, it has entirely different nonhuman priorities from me and i communicate With it better now that I'm not parsing myself through the lens of being nonhuman

see if I'm a human person, I can Talk to the chicken and it can have fun scampering around me while I cook. very beautiful and powerful life I have

the chicken doesn't know chicken tenders will NOT taste good raw frozen

biscuit is So Certain of the deliciousness of raw meats. it can projection nomf them now instead of wanting to get my very human tastebuds involved in bland gross raw pork ✨ enrichment ✨

[re: friends talking about Raw Meat Dishes] don't try to sell me on raw meat products, i can't make them right now and biscuit will be sad

also all of these dishes have some kind of seasoning, biscuit thinks Raw Meat With Left Floor Dirt would be fantastic

it says mmmmmm roadkill

another difference between me and lots of therians i saw was that i don't generally have species dysphoria! i induce cameo shifts of not-me nonhuman things sometimes and that's fun, and i got absolutely no species dysphoria about being human and not being a raptor

which is interesting in contrast with Jude and Gavin who do have species dysphoria pretty bad, and Biscuit who does not know what dysphoria is but gets Mad it cant stick my nonexistent snoot into a bowl

it doesn't feel a pervasive sense of unease or dissatisfaction with its body because it doesn't process that my body is Not A Raptor Body, it gets the phantom body after all, it just thinks Wow You're Bad At Raptoring. SMH

(i make up for it by being good at humaning)

and it does not think it's in a human body while shifted, it doesn't actually like. grasp that there Are any fundamental differences between Its Raptor Body and mine, because it lived in my body its whole life and understands This Is Simply The Normal And Average Raptor Body™

it's like a fucking stork imprinted on humans

it holds its arms like wings and sniffs the air and tries to bite things that seem like they're in biting range but are actually several inches away from my face

curiosity biting btw. like check out this cardboard i bet its cardboard tasting. gotta find out if its chewable

unfortunately many of the things it wants to bite are things that i Know will taste bad. therefore i beam the Bad Taste at it and it understands. ah. the unchewable new thing

ngl it's Extremely Funny to me that it just... does not get Any dissonance At All from being in a human body? it's been here its whole life! it thinks this is a Normal Raptor Body Dammit. Biscuit doesn't know what a species is but it knows it is a raptor and therefore if it's moving my body that's a Normal Raptor doing Normal Raptor things

Normal Raptors walk comfortably on two legs and sit down in chairs and eat delicious spicy curry! that's what it's done for many many years after all! why would that be Weird For A Raptor? that's Normal. raptors are social animals that pick up social cues and everyone including me was like "yeah this is normal and how things work"

it also registers all the humans around it like Oh Yes You're Like Me, again because it grew up in human society and thinks Humans Are Just Like Raptors (But They Have Weird Food Opinions)

i do think it imprinted on humans like a duckling would, and that's why it just doesn't feel confused about the human experience. it's a bird with nonexistent species boundaries

it recognizes other velociraptors by snout shape and build when i look at paleoart - I'm the only one who gets mad that most of the raptors don't have the right colors for it lmao

also i say it doesn't understand appliances, but it Does, kind of. it understands that I use them to make food hot and therefore tasty. it does not really get how to use them itself because it thinks it's in A Normal Raptor Body and holds our arms like its wings when in front. and we don't have a snout to open microwave door with! Very Frustrating! why do you have things it can't move to make food tasty. that's rude and mean

as the human being in this relationship I know how hands work, and can therefore do beautiful things like open doors and cook food and type words on a keyboard

it is WAY happier being projected out into the world around me instead of giving us phantom/mental shifts nowadays. whenever it fronts I'm gripped by the memory of my poor handless snootless beast trying to figure out how to open Cheetos bag. (it didn't succeed and i opened the bag for us)

well it has hands! it just doesn't know how thumbs work

hey Biscuit, you don't know you're in a human body do you? no. you're a little raptor creature and you wanted to bite my new headphones to understand them better. you're very silly. like a cat

also in the same way Biscuit has a humansona (me), I have a raptorsona (it)! which means sometimes I'll be the one projected in a raptor form, and Jude and Gav can tell that's me and not Biscuit because I talk like a person and don't generally chew on anything and emote more like a human (nodding, rolling my eyes, generally responding to conversation, being more animated like a CGI animal than a theriform one)

it's fun to be in a very emotive raptor body, and i like having it as my online persona! i like chirping at my friends and getting pats and play-pouncing on them as a 15-pound little beast. it's my body just as much as my human one, kinda like how Biscuit considers my human body the same as its raptor body. I may be human by default, but that doesn't mean my joy in being a raptor is any less meaningful

i started out saying i was a raptor because i felt like one, back when i worked up the courage to call myself a therian in 2018, but i don't think that's really true anymore?

i don't think I'm an animal person in the "i feel like a raptor" way, so much as I'm a raptor by close association with Biscuit, who Doesn't differentiate specieswise or selfwise between itself and me because it relies on me to get all our human work done! and it only really comes out when we're resting and it wants to eat or play or beg my friends for virtual meats which i import into our projected surroundings lmao (it can do a very good pleading raptor face btw. blinking forlornly until treat is showered upon it)

I'm a raptor because this raptor in my brain has claimed me as its packmate and it doesn't wanna be separate from me because it was not separate from me for like 2 decades of our life together. we're clearly distinct from each other now but also we're a package deal and I'd be very different if Biscuit wasn't around, and it sure wouldn't be okay if i were gone! it likes being bundled together with me so I'm a raptor because Biscuit is a raptor and We are Me

TL;DR I'm raptorkin (I'm the family of this One (1) raptor) and that's very cool of me

#therian #paleotherian #otherkin #alterhuman #human alterhumanity #personal essay #max talks

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