#so I've had to make some changes a few times

[4nyangnyangz]

“just one time, right?” 👗

synopsis: after a disastrous date and wearing a revealing dress that you regret wearing soon enough, you storm home to vent to your roommate, Beomgyu. the one person you can always count on to listen, or so you thought. when you catch him very obviously not listening (and very clearly staring), your usual banter with him takes a sharp turn into dangerous territory. one teasing comment leads to another, and suddenly, you're making a deal you never even imagined—with a boy that you swore was strictly off-limits. no strings. it's just one night, it'll be fine, right?

pairings: pervy roommate!beomgyu x fem reader

tags/warnings: smut/nsfw content, minors dni!! friends to ???, consent discussed but with blurred emotional boundaries (not dubious, just emotionally messy lol), slight angst idk, roommates with LOTS of tension, grinding, dry humping, p in v but no actual intercourse!!

wordcount: 3.3k

fic below the cut!!

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You slammed the apartment door a little harder than you meant to, the sound echoing through the quiet hallway. Shoes kicked off, purse discarded, you didn’t bother with the usual routine. No makeup removal, no changing into pajamas, no mulling over texts. Just headed straight to Beomgyu’s room.

You don’t know if it’s because you’re angry, because you’re sad, or maybe because you’re feeling both at once, but you just don’t bother knocking anymore. You open the door and go straight for his bed, plopping yourself down dramatically, face-first into the pillow, letting out a sigh that sounded like it had been steeped in every bad date you’d ever had.

He doesn’t seem to mind your sudden presence; in fact, he doesn’t even acknowledge it. The click of buttons, the occasional shout from his game friends, and Beomgyu’s lazy laughter surrounded his room.

You stay there quietly, waiting for him to finish his game. This wasn't the first time he was going to hear about your dates that ended up really badly. 

You stared at his ceiling. It had a weird crack that looked like a lopsided cat. You didn’t know why you always noticed that. Maybe because this wasn’t the first time you’d ended up in his room after some kind of disaster.

After a few minutes, you hear him say his goodbyes before he takes his headphones off and finally acknowledges your presence.

“Sorry guys, I gotta go,” he said into his mic. “Emergency roommate depression. Yeah, again. Later.”

The click of his headset hitting the desk was immediately followed by the sound of him turning in his chair.

“So? How was the date?”

It’s a simple question, but you already know the answer, and so does he.

“Guess,” you mumble as you lay on your side and rest your head on one of your arms.

“I don’t even have to guess at this point.” he says, and even without looking at him, you can sense that he already knows the answer.

You sigh before sitting up and turning to face him.

“Honestly, I don’t know what to do anymore,” you say as you fiddle with your fingers.“It’s always the same thing. I meet a guy, I like him, we agree to go on a date, I get all dressed up, and then…”

“…And then?” he asks as he leans back in his gaming chair.

“….He doesn’t show up. Or he’s just an asshole.” you finish before sighing once again.

“Asshole, huh?” he asks, and you don’t miss the hint of anger in his voice.“What did he do?”

“Oh, you know? The usual. Acted like a complete dick to me the whole night,” you say, and even though you don’t look at him, you could sense him clenching his jaw.

“Y/N, I've probably said this a hundred times by now, but you deserve better.” he says, but before he can continue, you cut him off.

“I know, I know. I just don’t understand why I keep getting these shitty dates,” you say with a sigh as you run a hand through your hair.

“Maybe it’s because you keep agreeing to go on dates with anyone who asks,” he suggests, and you can’t help but glare at him.“You should be more careful about who you go on a date with.”

“Gee, thanks for the tip.” you say sarcastically, and you could only hear him sigh.

You were still in that damn dress—the one your friend swore would make you look “irresistibly hot” even if it showed a little too much for a first date. At the time, you let her talk you into it. Now, after hours of forced small talk and red flags wrapped in cologne, you just felt exposed.

You lay sprawled across Beomgyu’s bed, on your stomach, elbows planted firmly into the mattress, chin resting in your hands as you recounted every painful second of your disaster date.

“And then—then—he told me he doesn’t believe in therapy. Like, what the hell does that even mean?”

You huffed dramatically, too wrapped up in your rant to notice the way Beomgyu's eyes had slowly drifted south. It wasn’t until the room went quiet and you glanced up that you caught him—not zoning out, but straight up staring.

His eyes lingered shamelessly on the way your dress dipped when you leaned forward. You were so caught up in your little rant that you didn’t even notice him staring at your tits until you stopped talking and looked at him. 

“Beomgyu,” you call as you sit up and face him once again.“Were you even listening?”

“I was.” he replied a beat too late, voice smooth but unconvincing.

You narrowed your eyes.“I’m pouring my heart out, and you’re just—ogling me?”

“I swear I was listening, I'm sorry.” he says as he stands up and begins walking towards you.“But hey, I could make you feel better, if you’d like.” 

You rolled your eyes.“You wish.”

But he kept walking toward you, deliberate and slow, and the way he looked at you like you were something he wanted, like he wasn’t just teasing anymore—sent your heart into overdrive.

“Beomgyu, what are you—” you began, but the words caught in your throat as he stopped right in front of you.

“Come on,” he said, voice low and inviting.“Let me help you forget that shitty excuse of a date.”

You stared at him, mouth parting slightly. For a second, your brain stopped functioning.

This was Beomgyu. Your roommate. Your friend. Your confidant.

And yet, something in the way he was looking at you now made you wonder if you’d been blind this entire time.

“Uh, Beomgyu,” You stepped back with a nervous laugh, your heart doing weird things in your chest.“...What the fuck?”

He just shrugged, casual as ever. “You didn’t say no.”

You gaped at him.“Are you seriously trying to seduce me right now?”

“What do you think?” he said, deadpan. And annoyingly enough, it was working—because even as you glared at him, your thoughts were already spiraling. You had never really let yourself think of him like that before, but now?

Now, it was like someone had turned the lights on.

Tall, confident, annoyingly attractive—and that smirk. God, that smirk could ruin you.

You hesitated, war with yourself clear in your eyes. And then, recklessly, you gave in. As stupid as it sounds, you let him do what he wants.

On one condition, though. He’s not allowed to penetrate you.

“Okay,” you say finally, voice quiet but sure. “But I'm not letting you put your dick inside me. Like, no actual sex, no penetration.”

Beomgyu blinked once, then let out a soft, amused laugh.“So I can do anything else… just not that?”

“Pretty much.” you said, trying not to sound as breathless as you felt.

He tilted his head, giving you a slow, delicious smile.

“Deal.”  

And then he leaned in, one hand reaching to cradle your jaw as his lips finally found yours—warm, deliberate, and nothing like you expected.

You close your eyes and kiss him back, letting out a small moan when you feel his tongue push its way inside your mouth. You kiss him back eagerly, matching his movements as you wrap your arms around his neck.

He grabs you by your waist and pulls you closer to him, making you sit up on the edge of the bed, and you do willingly. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you.

He runs his hands up and down your sides before stopping at your breasts. He cups them and begins squeezing them gently, and you moan into the kiss. You feel him smile against your lips as he continues to play with your tits over your dress.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks at you as he continues to grope your tits.

“You’re so sexy,” he whispers before leaning down and pressing his lips against your neck.“I’ve always wanted to do this to you.”

You let out a breathy moan as you feel him plant kisses all over your neck.

“Always?” you ask breathlessly, and you feel him nod against your neck.

“I always thought you were attractive,” he says as he pulls away and looks at you.“I just didn't have the balls to tell you, and I regret that.”

“Then why didn’t you do anything before?” you ask, and you feel him smirk against your skin.

“I didn’t think you’d reciprocate,” he whispers before biting your neck, making you moan in pleasure.

“That feels good,” you whisper as you run a hand through his hair.“More, please.”

He obeys immediately and begins sucking on your neck as he continues to play with your breasts over your dress. You let out a moan as you hold onto him tightly.

You feel him push you until you’re lying on his bed once again, and he doesn’t waste any time pulling the straps of your dress down, revealing your bare chest to him.

“Fuck,” he mutters as he stares at your tits hungrily.“Your tits are so nice.”

He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth while his hand plays with the other one. You throw your head back in pleasure as you run a hand through his soft hair.

He continues to lavish attention on your tits, sucking, nibbling, and licking them, and you let out a moan each time his teeth graze over your nipple.

“Beomgyu!” you call out breathlessly as you pull him closer to your chest. 

He continues his assault on your tits as he grinds his erection against your leg, and you pull him even closer. You can feel his erection straining against his pants, and it makes you even wetter knowing that he’s hard for you.

“Please,” you moan as you grip his hair tightly.

“What do you want me to do?” he asks as he pulls away from sucking your tits to look at you.

“Please, Beomgyu,” you beg.“Take this off.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you breathe out as you look at him pleadingly.“Please.”

“Okay,” he says before standing up and pulling you with him.

You stand in front of him as he undresses you. You look up at him as he slowly pulls the zipper of your dress down and pushes it down your body, letting it pool at your feet.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathes out as he stares at you, eyes filled with need.“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers before pulling you into a kiss once again. You moan against his lips as he wraps his arms around your waist.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him impossibly closer to you as you kiss him eagerly. He runs his hands all over your body before stopping at your ass. He squeezes your ass cheeks, causing you to moan into the kiss. 

“Yeah? You like that?” he asks as he smirks against your lips.

“Mhm...” you hum, and he squeezes your ass once again, earning another moan from you.

He chuckles before pulling away completely. You look at him confused as he stands up in front of you, his hard cock straining against his pants.

“Wait, what are you doing?” you ask when you see him start to unbuckle his belt.

“Trust me,” he says as he pulls his belt out from his pants and throws it on the floor.“I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

You nod, hesitant at first but choosing to trust his words, and he proceeds to pull his pants down before pulling his boxers down with them. His hard cock springs free, and your eyes widen at the size of it. You never expected him to be this big.

You look back at him, and he smirks once again as he grabs your waist and pulls you to the edge of the bed once more. He takes his cock in one hand and gives it a few pumps as he stares at you before aligning himself at your entrance.

“Can I do this at least?” he asks, and you nod your head almost frantically. The anticipation is driving you crazy.

He positions his hard length on top of the wet spot on your panties that he caused and begins rubbing himself against your clothed core. He groans as he feels your wetness, and you let out a small whimper as you feel him.

“You’re so wet, Y/N,” he groans as he picks up the pace.“Is this all for me?”

“Yes, I need you.” you moan as you spread your legs wider and tilt your hips up to meet him.

The friction feels too good, and you gasp as you tighten your grip on his arms.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out, and he smirks at you as he quickens his pace.“Yes, just like that...”

He continues to rub himself against you, and you spread your legs wider to allow him better access.

He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss once again as he continues to grind his cock against you. You moan against his lips and pull him closer as you feel him grind his cock against your clit.

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release, and you hold onto him tighter as you grind against him, matching his pace eagerly. He moans against your lips and kisses you deeper as he grinds against you faster.

You feel him groan against your lips as he pushes your panties aside and positions himself at your slit. You feel his cock slip between your folds, and you realize that he’s not wearing a condom.

You pull away from the kiss and look at him with a mixture of want and confusion in your eyes. He smirks above you as his gaze lingers, waiting.

“Wait, Beomgyu—” you gasp as he begins moving against you. The direct contact is driving you crazy, and you’re finding it hard to form a coherent thought.

“Relax, I won't put it in. I promise.” he whispers as he leans down to kiss and suck on your neck. You moan and throw your head back to allow him better access.“Just wanted to feel you better...”

He grinds his hips against you faster, and the feeling of his bare, hard cock rubbing against your throbbing pussy is too much. The friction against your clit is driving you insane, and you don’t think you can last much longer.

“Fuck, Beomgyu—I’m gonna—” you try to warn him, but it comes out as a jumbled mess.“I can’t—”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, though, as he grinds his hips harder against you. The feeling of him on top of you and the friction he’s causing is driving you closer and closer to the edge. You don’t think you’ve ever been this close to an orgasm with just dry humping alone.

“Beomgyu!” you call out to him as you dig your nails into his arms.“Please—I—”

He smirks, locking eyes with you before he leans down to press his lips against yours. He kisses you deeply and passionately as you continue to grind against each other, chasing your releases.

You pull away to breathe, and you throw your head back as you feel yourself reaching your peak. He continues to grind against you, and you buck your hips up to meet him halfway. You grip his arms tighter as you feel your orgasm building up.

You let out a loud cry as you reach your peak, your orgasm crashing into you like a tidal wave. Beomgyu doesn’t stop grinding against you as he chases his own release. You ride out your orgasm, your pussy clenching around nothing.

You feel him stutter against you as he reaches his own release, his cum spurting out and painting your thighs white. You moan at the feeling and look down to see him covering you with his release. He continues grinding against you, riding out his release until he’s completely spent.

When he’s finished, he pulls away and lets go of your waist, allowing you to lean back on his bed. You both breathe heavily as you try to catch your breaths. You cover your face with your hands as you try to hide your embarrassment. You can’t believe what just happened.

You just dry humped your friend. Your roommate. The person that you tell all your problems to. And yet, you didn't want to admit that you needed more.

“Are you okay?” you hear Beomgyu’s voice, and you look up to see him looking at you with concern. You nod and try to smile.

“I’m fine,” you say and try to laugh it off. 

He laughs softly and sits on the bed beside you. He runs a hand through your hair gently, and you close your eyes to savor the moment. You didn’t expect him to be so gentle. You try to ignore the way something curls in your stomach afterwards.

“Don’t worry,” he says softly.“We’ll just keep this between us.”

You nod and look up at him. You’re about to say something when his voice suddenly drops.

“Next time, though,” he says, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.“I’m not going to hold back.”

Your eyes widen as you realize what he's implying.

“What do you mean?” you ask, trying to sound casual, but failing miserably. He just chuckles and shrugs.

“I'm telling you that I’m going to fill your pussy up with my cum if you’d let me.”

The words send a jolt through you—your stomach flips, your breath hitches, and suddenly you're way too aware of how little space there is between you.

You grab the nearest pillow and hurl it at his smug face before he can notice the flush creeping up your neck. He dodges it easily, the pillow landing harmlessly on the floor.

“You wish,” you snap, already scrambling for your clothes, needing something to focus on that isn't the way his voice made your legs feel weak.

“This was a one-time thing, Beomgyu,” you add quickly, like saying it out loud might make it true.“It’s not happening again.”

He watches you in that maddeningly calm way of his, like he knows you’re lying before you even do. The smirk on his face is infuriating—warm and slow, like honey dripping from a secret you shouldn’t want to hear.

“Whatever you say, Y/N,” he replies easily. “Just saying, if one time ever starts to feel like it's not enough... you know where I sleep.”

Your heart stutters, your brain scrambling for a comeback that doesn’t sound like a confession. You roll your eyes instead—hard—and force yourself to ignore the heat spreading through your chest. It’s just his ego. His game. His way of teasing you.

You won’t fall for it again.

“Good night.” you mutter, refusing to look at him as you head to the door.

“Good night, Y/N.” he echoes behind you, softer this time. It sounded sincere.

You close the door gently behind you, but you don’t move. Not right away.

Your fingers hover over the doorknob. Your forehead rests against the wood. And for just a second, you let yourself replay it—the way he looked at you, touched you, told you he wanted you like it was everything to him. The way you melted under his touch, never crossing your boundaries, even though you secretly wanted him to.

You bite your lip, shake your head, and push off the door.

No.

Nuh-uh.

You’re not doing this again. Definitely not.

.....at least, that's what you told yourself.

But you would be lying if you said you weren't already thinking about what next time might feel like.

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[luvkimi]

despite being the strongest sorcerer, satoru gojo is terrified of his wife—aka, you.

many people view you as this sweet person who so happens to bring treats whenever you visit the high school, but to satoru? you are the scariest person known to man, and that's comparing you to all of the curses he's fought.

he still loves you dearly, for he's practically enamored with your every move, but he's seen you mad.

he knows what you're like when you're even a little bit irritated.

and you're scary.

you'd think that since satoru is the strongest, he could easily laugh off your anger or whatnot, but you're thinking wrong. satoru knows better than to try that.

of course, he had to learn before he knew not to mess with you when you were angry, but luckily for you, he's a quick learner.

or he became one when you got mad at him for the first time.

"toru, can you unload the dishwasher, please?" once again, you were left with the answer of satoru's light hum as he continued to scroll through his phone. you would understand if it was your first time asking him to do so, or even your second time, but no—this was your tenth time asking him. why did you bother asking him that many times? because you didn't want to seem like you were rushing him since there was all day to do them. but you originally asked him in the morning, and now, it was currently eight-o-clock at night. "satoru, i'm serious." your tone turned stern as you leaned against the kitchen counter—eyeing him as he remained seated at the kitchen table. "i asked you repeatedly throughout the day, and they're still not done." "why don't you do them? you're already in the kitchen..." he mumbled as he squinted at his phone, and a frown pulled at your lips. "because i've done them the past few days." "exactly! because you're good at it, baby." his tone was teasing—showing that he was seemingly trying to make this a joke—but it only irritated you more. "satoru, can you please just do them?" "and if i don't?—" satoru's words were cut off as a hand slammed on the table in front of him, and he was forced to look up from his phone. only to be met with your livid expression. his lips pursed as you stared down at him, and after a moment of silence, you snapped your fingers before pointing at the sink. "dishes." your single word only made him hastily nod, yet he remained seated before speaking. "can i go change first?" you narrowed your eyes in confusion and annoyance, "why do you need to change?" "because i just pissed myself."

ever since that day, he's always done what you've asked him to do. sometimes even before you can ask him to do something, he's already doing it.

why? because that single day showed him just how scary you were. you made the man question if he really was the strongest for a moment, too, and that's saying something.

despite the fact it's been a few years, and you've forgotten about that day completely, satoru is still quite scared of you. even narrowing your eyes at him gives him chills.

are you aware of this? no, you just think that satoru learned to listen to you since you both got married.

when in reality, he only listens to you because you scare him.

eventually, some people picked up the fact that satoru was scared of you, and those people so happened to be his students.

they would tease and mock him for being scared of you, and satoru couldn't even be mad at them for that. he would just chuckle while saying that they didn't understand how scary you were.

and then they jinxed themselves by saying that there was no way you could be scary enough to even make satoru scared of you.

but then they so happened to be goofing around in class one day when you were in there whilst satoru was trying to teach.

they left the room with an earful of manners and the image of your mad expression printed in their mind.

so, now they're scared of you, too.

and satoru isn't against it because it means he gets to use the 'wife' card whenever they're not listening to him.

"can you three stop venturing off?" is this how you used to feel when satoru didn't listen to you? currently, satoru was out on a mission with yuji, nobara, and megumi to prove that they could take down a curse. there had been reports of a few grade level 4 curses who were hanging around tokyo shopping centers, so while the students kept their eyes out for them, satoru was just there for supervision. and he was there due to the fact you decided to tag along with them because you wanted to shop. so, while you went away from them to go do your own thing, satoru was left to deal with his students. usually, he wouldn't mind, but it was the fact that instead of finding these curses and dealing with them to prove that they could go on missions, they decided that the shops were more interesting than that. which, granted, some of the shops were pretty cool. satoru had bought himself some treats when the students weren't looking—which was most of the time since they were fairly distracted. once again, usually, satoru wouldn't mind. but he does start to mind when it's insanely hot outside and his treats are starting to melt. "but gojo sensei, look at all the cool stuff!" yuji whined as he gestured to the stores, and nobara nodded her head in agreement. "exactly! i've never been to tokyo!" "you're both forgetting that we're here to prove you three can handle a curse—not to prove who can spend the most money." nobara only crossed her arms, "says the one who looks like he's spent thousands on sweets..." "that's because i'm a grown man! and i've already proven i can handle a curse..." satoru frowned at nobara's words—holding his treats closer to himself. "can't you three just look at the stores after you've found the curses?" "what if we don't find the curses until late and all the shops are closed?" yuji asked, and nobara hastily nodded her head. "exactly!" it was like arguing with toddlers. satoru could only sigh before taking his phone out of his pocket, "do i need to call mrs.gojo?" "I LOVE FINDING CURSES!" yuji shouted before rushing his steps while looking around, and nobara followed suit. "LET'S TAKE THEM DOWN!" even megumi's eyes widened as he followed the other two in their search. satoru could only chuckle before putting his phone back in his pocket, "works every time..." "call me for what?" the sound of your voice made satoru jump a little as he turned to face you, and a nervous chuckle left his lips while he stared at your narrowed eyes. "there's my wife! we were just wondering where you were!" once you raised an eyebrow, telling satoru to get to the point, he looked around for something to distract you. and he then noticed the bags in your hand. he gently took them from your hand before wrapping his free arm around your waist, and he started to lead you to his students while placing a kiss against your cheek. "i was just about to call you so you could see how much fun they're having looking for a curse!" once you gave him a soft smile at his answer, satoru couldn't help but smile back before pulling you closer. "how was your shopping spree?" of course, he knew the answer given the amount of bags in his hand, but he still couldn't help but ask because it meant he got to see you smile as you explained the different stores you went to. sure, satoru was a little bit scared of you, but who wasn't a bit scared of their wife? if it meant getting to love you and have you in his arms, satoru would gladly deal with you being scary.

a/n : we love a man who's obsessed but also scared of his wife.

comments & reblogs are appreciated !!

[codeword-art]

I want to talk about how alone Hans really is. Straight up, before Henry barged into the picture, I couldn't even imagine how Hans spent his time.

Now, this isn't to say Hans doesn't talk to people. He clearly does, when he wants to, but the circumstances really dictate when he does. If it's him just seeking out a bit of comfort, he'll go flirt with a bath maid or woman, drink with a few laborers, or argue with annoying peasants that disrespect him, but put his ass in a room full of his "betters", and he just crumbles like a pillar of sand.

It is obvious that Hanush doesn't engage with Hans too much, even though he is his guardian. We know the Rattay priest often teaches Hans things like literature and scripture, and I'm sure other tutors have taught him diplomacy, as he's very good at it. However, Hans severely lacks social education. He's awkward, says many inappropriate things without seeming to realize it's inappropriate, and has difficulty making friends.

In KCD, Hans wanders around Rattay alone. He sits alone, he reads alone, he leans up against buildings, and stares off into space alone. He's never seen drinking with anybody, he never converses with anybody, and he just feels so isolated from everything.

This doesn't change in KCD2 either, not really. Sure, Hans has Henry as a genuine friend now, someone who not only likes him for him but also treats him equally, protects him, and stands by him, even when he's being a massive prick. However, when Henry isn't available, what does Hans do? The same exact behaviours. He isolates himself. He doesn't talk to anyone, and the few conversations he does have are very short and curt. He wanders around, eats by himself, sits by himself, and stares off into space. This does not seem to be an NPC-specific schedule thing.

Sure, NPCS do similar activities, but Hans specifically has less dialogue triggered with the Devils Pack or any of the NPCs in Von Bergows' castle. If at all, honestly, I don't remember Hans speaking to anyone at all there. He also purposefully stands apart from them as well, removing himself to the furthest parts of the Den where literally no one else but Henry goes. 99% of the time, Hans is leaning against some pillar at the Den, just thinking, or maybe people watching? I've caught him once, halfheartedly flirting with a bathhouse maid in my entire 180-hour playthrough. Then he says he takes strolls in the woods often as well.

The man can't even enjoy parties. Sure, it seems he does, but watch him more closely and you'll see he just drinks himself stupid and still stands off somewhere by himself again. At the Semine Wedding, he did this until he managed to woo Enneleyn to a one-on-one. At Von Bergows' party, he just gives up and goes to bed early, and then at the rebellion meeting, he slumps in a chair next to the fireplace and stares at the flames. Then he drinks himself into a frenzy after the wedding announcement.

It's incredibly alarming how used to this he is. I'm certain it's not because he wants to be alone, considering how excited and attached to Henry he is. He's just always been so invisible to everyone else. Literally. It isn't just that Hans isn't engaging; no one tries to engage with him. I'm not saying they're required to, but Dry Devil and Zizka very clearly have had their opinions set on the poor man from the get-go, and everyone else just seems to follow in line.

One would assume Hans would try to make more friends while he's able to. These people don't really know him yet, they're not from Rattay where Hanush has made sure to sour his name, (He also pulls this same shit at the rebellions meeting too) Yet, nothing is that different is it? Zizka treats Hans like an expensive, fragile glass cup, and Dry Devil, if talking about Hans at all, just seems to view him as a troublesome child. Hans is used to this, so he falls into his habits, not even bothering to defend himself or try to change their minds.

It's heartbreaking. This is obviously a deep-rooted issue and ties back to Han's lack of self-esteem. Oh, he acts like he has an ego, but look closer at that birdie and you'll see an empty space where any self-worth is supposed to be. He just adapts and makes himself as small and out of the way as he can. Until he's with Henry again, where he's a little more open and active, in all the good and horrible, chaotic ways. Which is why his relationship with Henry means so much to him, and why it terrifies him to possibly lose it. Especially in his romance, where I believe we get to see Hans with all his walls down and the most exposed and vulnerable he's ever been.

[allyeilishh]

i have a silly sappy request ☝🏻 it's a very specific scenario i've been thinking about lately but feel free to change what you feel like changing if you wanna lmao

something like billie and singer!reader and then billie is doing a pretty significant show (like either closing a tour or a one night only special show type of thing) and then she calls reader out to the stage to sing a song with her and then when they're done billie gets all giggly and mysterious and doesn't let reader get off stage yet and reader is like "👀 what's going on" and then billie gets all sappy and proposes on stage 🥹

and who knows maybe reader also has her own pair of engagement rings ready with her bc they're absolute fools hopelessly in love with each other

also finneas on stage too being the only one who knew they were both planning on doing it soon and having the laugh of his life

like very cutesy and fluffy and emotional also bc they both feel like they're at home on stage especially bc they both treat their fans like family but also bc their actual families are at that show too so they're very comfortable and happy up there 🥹 anyway just pure gay shit you know

anyway don't feel pressured to do it just thought of sending it to you 💖 thank you anyway wishing you the best 😚

ᥫ᭡ STAGE-POSAL ── .✦ B.E.

pairing: Billie Eilish x Fem!Singer!Reader

genre: pure fluff

synopsis: Billie was at her final show, putting her most into everything. And there was a surprise that only her and Finneas knew was going to happen. And maybe, you had a surprise of you own.

w/c: 2.3k

The crowd sang loudly, echoing throughout the entire stadium. They were all completely heartbroken and happy—a bittersweet moment. Billie was jumping around and running around the stage, doing her wonderful performance like she always did. The crowd almost as loud as her.

Her hair was flying around perfectly, some sticking to her forehead and even some on her jaw, beginning to dampen in sweat. Her jersey hung just right on her body, her baggy jorts looking perfect on her, going down past her knees. Everything about her was perfect. There was no other way to describe her.

You were standing backstage, looking in one of your hand-held mirrors, making sure everything looked perfect. Because tonight was special. It was Billie’s last show for the Hit Me Hard and Soft Tour, and you couldn’t have been any more proud of her girlfriend.

You knew how much Billie had put into this tour, working tirelessly on each show, a ball of energy. You had supported her the entire time, holding her hand whenever things got too much, when she needed to cry from the stress. You had always been there for her. And you were so proud of her for getting through it.

You knew how much the stress of a tour was—ending yours not too long ago. It was hard, stressful, and it put a lot of weight on your shoulders. And sometimes, having someone there to lean on and cry could be the best source of comfort you could have.

You began to hear the loud music begin to calm, lowering in volume, before finally cutting off, and the crowd had erupted with cheers. You could only watch from under the stage on the little tv as the camera pointed to Billie, sweaty and a little out of breath.

She was smiling with that goofy smile she always had on her face, like she had just won the lottery. Her hands were behind her back, looking up and around at the crowd. Her eyes were filled with admiration, looking at the crowd, cheering. Cheering for her, for what she did.

You could only smile like an absolute idiot—seeing her so happy made you happy. There was always something about her smile that was contagious—it could never go away once it appeared.

Eventually, you heard your name being called through the earpiece, Billie’s manager telling you and Finneas to start heading up onto the stage. You took a deep breath before starting to head to the steps. And within a few moments, you were up on stage, Finneas not straying too far behind.

And the second you were standing on the platform, cheers only got louder. But the only thing you could focus on was Billie. You quickly wrapped her in your arms, holding her close like she had been away for months.

Billie let out a little laugh, holding you back just as tightly. But slowly and reluctantly, she pulled away, taking in your form and outfit. You had a light blue, satin wrap over your shirt on, the hem tucked under your bra. You had light baggy jeans on, practically swallowing you whole. And you looked nothing less than perfect.

Billie wanted to stay like this forever, her hands resting gently on your hips, and staring at you like you were the Mona Lisa. But she knew she had to finish the show. So, she let out a little breath before pulling you over to the stools that had been set up.

Billie and Finneas sat next to each other, while you sat across from them, mic stands sitting in front of each of you. You adjusted yourself until you were comfortable, a gentle smile playing at your lips as you looked into the crowd, you gave small waves as Billie spoke.

Her voice instantly quieted the entire stadium, all of her fans listening to her voice intently. It was surprising, honestly—how quickly she could get an entire sold-out stadium quite so quickly. It was like she had magic powers.

You listened just as well, hearing her talk about who she was grateful for, and everyone who helped her support her through her journey of the tour. And then, she mentioned her mom and dad, who were up in the crowd, somewhere on the second floor, watching them. You could see Billie’s smile widening at the mention of her parents.

Eventually, Billie had stopped talking, and she began to start up the song. It was one of yours, but Billie was a huge feature on it. So you both just called it yours. You both began to sing the intro, holding onto the mic gently, making sure it caught every note and your voices. Finneas played the guitar, strumming every note perfectly.

As you two continued, your voices angelic and soft, you and Billie locked eyes. You both couldn’t take your eyes off each other. You two could still sing, could still move your bodies, but your eyes wouldn’t move from each other. It was like a trap. A trap neither of you wanted to get out of.

This was the moment you figured out the one thing you’ve been searching for—pure, undying love. It had been years since you two got together—just a few months after Billie turned 18. So just about 6 years you two have been through thick and thin, never once letting go of each other.

And you knew that this woman was the one. That you made the right choice, that this woman was the right one, and would forever stay that way.

Slowly, the song came to an end, and the crowd erupted into cheers and whistles all over again. You couldn’t help but chuckle from the praise, looking around at all the hundreds of thousands of people. It almost seemed unreal.

You never held your shows anything near something as big as this, so seeing so many people cheering for them was a little shocking to you. Like they had just heard the best news of their lives. The shock came first, then it would be the happiness and joy.

Your smile widened, before looking back at Billie. You could tell something was different. Her posture was just a bit straighter, her shoulders pulled back, and her leg was bouncing up and down on the stool’s footrest. Like she was getting ready for something.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, seeing her look a little anxious. You looked between Billie and Finneas, who were now pulled away from the mics and their earpieces out, talking quietly amongst each other. Like a secret being passed. Even in a room full of thousands of people.

You saw Billie bite her bottom lip, a nervous gesture that she normally did. You didn’t understand what was going on, but you didn’t say anything, sitting there like you were a lost puppy. Because you were. You were really lost, trying to figure out what was happening.

But eventually, Billie stood, and she took the mic off the stand, holding it up to her lips as she walked closer to you. And she looked straight at you, one hand behind her back. You could see little beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and not from earlier. These were new. And then, Billie began to speak.

"Baby, you know I love you. I have always loved you, and I forever will. I love you like the moon loves the Earth, like the ocean loves the sand, and like flowers love water. I couldn’t live without you, baby. I will forever and always need you by my side, so this is why I’m asking you this…”

And before you knew it, Billie was down on one knee in front of you, pulling her hand out from behind her back. It was a red velvet box, gently shining in the lights of the stadium. And when Billie opened it, you almost sobbed. You quickly got off the stool, walking closer to get a better look.

It was a beautiful gold ring, an oval diamond placed right in the middle. And around the band, it looked like there were little diamond leaves, like on a stem of a flower. It was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, and the exact ring you showed Billie before.

"Will you marry me?”

The crowd went silent, waiting for your answer. But you knew it from the moment she got down on one knee. Tears streamed down your face as you nodded, letting out a small, happy giggle.

"Yes! Yes, of course I’ll marry you!”

Billie felt a wave of relief go over her body, a weight being lifted off her shoulders. She gently took your hand into hers, taking the ring out of the box and slipping it onto your ring finger. And it fitted perfectly on your finger.

You gently held Billie’s hand as you admired the ring, happy laughs and sobs mixing together. You gently pulled Billie up and into your arms, holding her tightly. The entire crowd was screaming and cheering for you two, but their voices faded as Billie held you. "I love you. I love you so much. I knew you’d say yes.”

She gently placed a kiss on your tear-streaked cheek, her own tears falling down. She couldn’t have been any happier than she was with you right now. She held you like you were her lifeline, her fingers tangling in your hair.

Finneas had watched from a few feet away, and was clapping and cheering along with the crowd. He knew that this was going to happen. He went ring shopping with Billie. But Billie wanted to keep it quiet, so he kept it quiet. He smiled as he watched his sister holding her now fiancé, happy for her.

But then, you slowly pulled away, letting out a small chuckle. The timing couldn’t have been any better. You wiped away the tears from your face, before gently letting go of Billie. You looked down at your feet, before reaching into your pocket, and pulling out a beautiful diamond ring.

You got down on one knee, holding up the ring. You had planned for tonight to propose to Billie, just not exactly like this. But this was even better than how you planned it. You had made sure the ring had stayed in your pocket, too scared to have a box hiding under the cloth due to the fact it would peek out.

The ring had a circular diamond in the middle, and little diamonds covering all around the band. You had made sure it was the exact one Billie pointed to when you two were out that one time, looking for jewelry. The exact ring Billie said she would love to have lying on her finger.

Billie gasped as she saw the ring, almost tripping over her own two feet. But the surprise quickly turned into happiness, tears falling down her face in complete and utter joy. She couldn’t help the sobs that left her throat. Gently taking your free hand into hers.

“Will you marry me?” You said softly, and before you could even process it, Billie had taken you back into her arms, a bone-crushing hug surrounding you. She was whispering little "yes"’s into your ear, like it was a secret only you two could know about. Even if you were on stage, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of people, even her parents and brother, just a few feet away, who were completely shocked by the revelation.

Billie shakily pulled away, tears falling down her face like a waterfall. Her hand lifted up shakily, and you gently pushed the ring onto her finger. A perfect size, yet again. Billie let out a soft chuckle, before quickly pulling you close again.

She gently took your chin into her fingers, before pulling you in for a deep, gentle, and sensual kiss. Your tears mixed in with your lips, desperate cries and sobs leaving both of you. You both couldn’t pull away, wanting to bask in the moment with each other. Like you were the only two people on the entire planet.

But eventually, oxygen was needed, and you two pulled away, a mess of tears and heavy breaths mingling between you two. You could hear Finneas laughing behind Billie, making the woman roll her eyes. She slowly stood up, but never once letting go of you. She held onto your hand tightly, not daring to let go.

She quickly picked the mic back up, before raising it to her lips, and happily speaking to the crowd. “My soon-to-be wife, fuckers!”

Everyone immediately cheered, whistled, completely happy for you two. Phones were still high up in the air, recording every moment that just happened. But it was okay. Neither of you cared that this would be public news by the morning, because all you two needed was each other.

Later that night, you and Billie were lying down together in the hotel room, everything packed and ready to go home. Her fingers were gently running through your hair, tackling each small knot with her fingers. Your head was gently pressed against her chest, listening to her steady heartbeat.

The adrenaline of the moment had still been running through your mind, taking in every little moment. But nothing mattered. Not in the pure silence of the hotel room, with your fiancé, who still had tears on her cheek. She loved you so much, she just couldn’t help them.

"You make me so happy, baby. I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.” Billie said softly, kissing the top of your head, pulling you impossibly closer. “I’ll love you until I drop dead.”

You chuckled at her words, but you didn’t respond with something sassy, because you knew it was true. Billie never lied to you about her love. She would love you until her last heartbeat.

"I love you too, Billie.” ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

a/n: cutest thing I think I’ve ever written thank you anon !! 💗 also can you tell I suck at dialogue

My baby here you goooo @qreatest

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

I just read through all the Welcome Home headcanons you wrote, and I love the amount of attention that you're giving everyone, especially Frank! I feel like he's one of the few people in Welcome Home that doesn't get mentioned often.

Anyway! I read the one where he listened to our heartbeat, and I was wondering, if maybe he'd make it a slight habit to ask to listen to it sometimes since there aren't many things that have a heartbeat. It's calming, if not a little personal/intimate. Who knows, maybe he even falls asleep like that.

Now I'm wondering who else would like to listen to our heartbeat..

I added some other neighbors learning about your heartbeat!

Frank listening to the readers heartbeat.

Heartbeat

★ When he wants to hear it, he pretends it's for his research. Frank asks politely. "I would like to hear it again. For science, of course." But over time it becomes a little routine. When he talks with you about biology, entomology, or whatever he finds interesting, it's usually done with him close to you. So he can hear your heartbeat.

★ The first time he fell asleep while listening to it was an accident. Letting his eyes close for just a second to focus on the sound. You just let him rest. Enjoying the moment of peace. When he wakes up, he's embarrassed. "Oh! I'm very sorry!" Feeling like he crossed a boundary.

Wally

★ Wally won't say much when he notices it. Simply enjoying the sound while thinking of a way to mention it. Eventually, he says something. "That sound you make, it's nice..." His words making it speed up. "Oh! Now it's faster. What does that mean?"

★ He finds it very calming. Never asking many questions and just accepting it as a part of you. Sometimes, when he listens, he taps a finger along. Trying to match the rhythm. "It reminds me of a clock." He tells you.

Sally

★ She is by far the most clueless person in home when it comes to matters of biology. Even more than Home. And that's saying something. The first time she noticed it was by accident. You had lifted her up to reach a prop for her latest play. Then she froze. "Wait. What is that?!?"

★ Sally presses a hand against your chest as you move to put her down. Then, she gasps loudly. "Neighbor, what in this wide world is moving inside you!" This was the moment you knew you were about to spend the rest of your afternoon explaining things to her.

★ When she realizes your heart never stops, Sally gets concerned. "Well, that simply sounds exhausting! Even I need to take breaks. What if it get’s tired?" If it picks up too much for her taste, she panics. "No no! I will not allow this! Go sit down."

Barnaby

★ I've mentioned this before. But Barnaby gets freaked out over the noises your body makes. Like your stomach growling. Your heart, however, is quite soothing. The soft sound of your pulse reminds him of a dogs tail wag. Barnaby associates it with happy memories.

★ But if your heartbeat starts to pick up, he gets confused. What do you mean it changes? An ear twitches as he listens more closely. "Hey, hold on a sec. What's happening in there?" It catches him off guard.

Julie

★ The moment she notices it, Julie asks a million questions. Treating it as a fun little game. "Do you make it tick? Oh! It's getting faster!" Bouncing up and down as she speaks. Why didn't you mention this to her before?

★ "Okay, okay -now try running. Let's see how fast we can make it go!" Each time it changes she giggles. Pressing a hand to the side of your neck where she can feel it best. "It's kind of like a clock, huh? Or a drum." Comparing it to things she knows.

★ Your heartbeat starts to slow down as you relax. Like when you get exhausted from one of her games. This is how she knows when you need a break. Reminding you to drink some water and grab a snack. Try telling her your fine and she wags a finger at you. "Nope! I can tell when you need to rest! Sit down. I'll go grab you a soda."

Poppy

★ At first she was worried. The idea of such an important organ needing to run constantly, inside of you, makes her nervous. Especially when she thinks about what might happen if it were to stop. "Oh dear... That's a lot of responsibility for one little part of you."

★ When it speeds up, she gets panicky. Assuming that something went wrong. "Oh no! Is something wrong? Do you need tea? A blanket? Tell me what's amiss, dear!" Her feathers all fluffed up. Checking you over despite not understanding your body completely. 

[sanguinesky-if]

[Dev Log] June 2025

Hello, I hope you're doing well!

Summer arrived so quickly that I barely noticed while working on the update, but I hope to catch up with everything once it's released.

As for my progress, here's a quick overview of my activity over the past month and my plans for the current one.

Announcement.

For Patreon members: The release date is scheduled for June 28.

In mid-June, I'll post a progress update to let you know how things are going.

Please note that access to the code for the Patreon demo will be disabled until the public release.

For other readers: I'll share some of the sneak peeks previously posted on Patreon a week before the release date [here on the Tumblr blog].

I'd like to note in advance that I don't have an estimated time for the public release. The update may need additional polishing and changes before it's ready to go public.

Thank you so much for your support and interest!

What was done last month?

▹ Chapter 3 Pt. 2: finished working on I's scene and rewrote R's scene.

It's still a bit hard to admit because it slowed my progress, but while working on R's and I's scenes, I realized that what I had originally written just wasn't working well. I had to rewrite both scenes. While I'm happy with how I's scene turned out, I still have some doubts about R's. In short, this rewrite means that a few answers I gave to previous asks are no longer valid [you won't be able to get your MC drunk, and you won't meet another secondary rival]. Even though it was a stressful process to change what was originally planned, I don't regret my decision [I might even reuse the cut content in future scenes].

▹ Stats Changes.

I also spent time revising and refining some of the stats. Here's what the stats will look like in the update [comparison to the public version]:

I know that the stats still aren't perfect, but I think the change made them represent the choices readers can make much better than they did before. Also, there's a small coding feature I wanted to mention: If the MC has a higher "Genuine" stat than "Guarded", some of the ROs will lose alignment points if you choose to lie to them or hide things. It's a very simple mechanic:

However, there are also several ROs whose alignment points increase if the MC shows distrust or acts more guarded, so it's a situational feature.

What will I be working on in June?

Since I've paused Patreon billing, I'll be focusing on releasing the update by the deadline [T's and S's scene are last for a reason].

As I mentioned on Patreon, I was recently prescribed medication, and I'm a bit concerned about potential side effects which could impact my ability to work [and possibly the deadline as well].

Still, I hope that won't be the case. I know you've already waited a long time, and I'm doing my best to make sure the final result lives up to your support.

Thank you for reading to the end! Wishing you a wonderful week and days after that! ♥

[hedwigoprah]

A Word with Friends | June 2

Hello Hello! I'm finally back at it and writing for prompts again! Yay! I thought I'd hop back in with a word that y'all might enjoy. This week's word is one I've used before. Someone even called my use of it slutty which I then proceeded to print out and put on my wall to document the occasion you know who you are.

Don't worry though, I wrote something brand new to fit it, and all of the AWWF words I missed during the month of May.  I'm dropping this a little early cause it's technically also a submission for last week's word too. But no pressure, no rush.  SO! Without further adieu, the word for this week is:

Avarice

1. Excessive or inordinate desire of gain; greed for wealth 2. Inordinate desire for some supposed good.

My submission and tags are under the cut ;)  1.7k words jsyk

This particular work is all original, but it does reference Children of the Dark, so there are a few names you may not recognize. They're from Veryl's history.

Yeah?" Veryl called out as she sorted through the papers in front of her. When the meditation room had echoed with the knock, she had startled and tossed the stack she had in her hands. She stooped now to retrieve the scattered parchment. The door creaked open and Bellara's head popped out from around the corner it created. "Rook? Can I bother you about something? Just, if you have the time? I completely understand if you're doing something else." She still stood in the doorway, hand poised to pull the door shut if Veryl requested she leave. Veryl looked from the papers she had corralled into a somewhat organized stack and then back to her visitor. Others still lay out of her reach. So, out of frustration with the task rather than the interruption, she dropped the ones she had collected and decided to just pick them all up later. "Yes, please bother me." She stepped over the newly dispersed mess to pull the door open further and invite in her guest, waving her further into the room. Bellara brought with her some parchment of her own, along with a quill and an ink pot. It wasn't hard to guess at the motives behind her sudden visit. Veryl second guessed her choice, wary of how the fanciful would-be author had been speaking of her writing endeavors. Veryl wasn't sure she was in healthy enough place to be considered good subject matter. "What can I do for you?" Veryl closed the door and leaned against it as she considered her friend. She decided that something off-the-wall might be exactly the distraction she needed. "Well, first," Bellara started, and Veryl mentally prepared for the particular ten thousand words she would be inundated with. "I hope you don't mind but I was trying to write down that story you told us the other day, the one about the body swap? It was so intriguing, I just can't imagine not having it down on paper. I'll make sure it only stays in our records, but I thought it was worth remembering, you know? I ran into a bit of a roadblock though, there are so many details that I could never repeat the way you did. So I was wondering if I could pick your brain about it? Unless you want me to stop, and then I'll stop. I'll even throw everything I have into the fire so no one will ever find it."

Veryl felt her mouth slacken only a bit before she checked herself and corrected her features before they could betray her shock. Her eyebrows still shot up her face, something she couldn't prevent as hard as she tried. She also forgot what a normal amount of blinking should look like.

"You know what!" Bellara threw her free hand up, waving a finger about as she started to backtrack. "I shouldn't have even started writing it down. I knew it was private story and I should have let it stay that way. I'm sorry, Rook. I'll be going now." Veryl had to give credit to Bellara's perspicaciousness, already changing course because of Veryl's obvious unease with the idea. There wasn't an ounce of maliciousness or victim-hood in Bellara's words either, the apology was genuine she could tell that much. Veryl was already shaking her head as Bellara made for the door, reaching for the handle. On a laugh, she stopped the other woman from trying to leave. She placed a gentle hand on her arm and gave her a meaningful look. "I don't mind, Bellara, I promise." And Veryl thought a big part of her meant it. She was safe with these people. Bellara herself was in possession of this particular kind of effusive apricity that set a person at ease without even trying. For the next several hours, Veryl let Bellara pick and pull at different threads of the story she shared. Bellara was gentle with her questions and they never veered further into the weeds. Veryl was never required to divulge more than she already had. They sprawled out across the rug in front of the sofa. This time papers were scattered, but in an organized fashion that Veryl could not make heads nor tales of, but Bellara danced between effortlessly. Veryl talked about her teammates in vague terms, describing them only as characters in a story rather than people she spent a formative amount of time with. She spoke about Jeltje's gruffness, Heinrich's strength of character, and even Detre's cunning. In this moment, they were nothing more than descriptions and words, it was easier that way. "What about your other teammate, the one you don't mention very much?" Bellara was on her stomach, concentrating on writing what Veryl provided verbally. Veryl meanwhile kept her arms wrapped around one of her pillows, her fingers toying with the tassels that hung from the corners. "Nocturna?" Veryl clarified and Bellara nodded, lifting her face to give her full attention. Veryl didn't really know how to describe the most elusive member of her team. Nocturna had been mysterious and secretive at the best of times, and down right enigmatic and recondite at the worst. "I think Nocturna…" Veryl tried to sort out the words she knew that could even begin to describe the woman. "I think she scared me more than anything else." Veryl laughed at the absurdity of it. For all the malcontent spirits, child-sized bugs, and vile villains she had come up against, nothing could unsettle her the way Noturna could with just a withering look. "I wasn't exaggerating when I said she just appeared during the blood rain. She moved like… a susuration of a living person. You can't track her with your eyes or your ears. Even if you thought you felt her presence, for a second, like a chill up your spine, she's already gone." It was unnerving the way Nocturna had just flowed through existence. "She made me look like a clumsy baby, just learning to walk." Bellara gave her a confused look, as though she couldn't comprehend the idea, but kept writing anyway. "She was slick with a blade and killed without thinking twice about it. I was a weapon, sure, but she was poison."

Veryl finally took note of her own demeanor, having zoned in on a particular pattern in the rug that had started move as her vision grew blurry with lack of focus. She snapped back into reality before Bellara could notice her abstraction. "That's really all I can say." Veryl begged off when Bellara looked to her for more. She gave her a small apologetic smile. "That's perfect, Rook. I'll be able to describe her much better now." Bellara dipped her quill another time before reaching for a piece of paper that already had some other scribbles that rambled across it. "I just have one last question." "Shoot." Veryl allowed, tossing the pillow down and crawling to her own stomach. She propped herself up and watched as Bellara scritched new words across the paper in front of her. "What was the exact speech you gave as the Spectre? Do you remember?" As if she would ever forget those words. A warning she had since repeated, though perhaps in not so many words, but the sentiment was one that she had made sure certain persons would be sure not to forget. From somewhere deep inside the darkest parts of her soul, Veryl brought forward something that felt like a mockery of her evolution as a person. The Spectre felt weird on her skin, but still fit like a shadow she would never fully be rid of. In her best imitation of the ghost she once was, she repeated the words that had cemented her place as nothing more than Necropolis folklore. "I see you. I hear your weeping and groaning. The being you mourn would impart you with a final word. Seek honor, truth, and kindness and blessings will be your boon but if avarice fills your soul, you shall only find your doom." Coming back to herself, she gave Bellara a sanguine smile, relaxing back into her own current skin. Bellara returned the smile before she finished her latest line, sighed, and shifted positions to sit back on her haunches.

"You know," she started as she began to gather all of her papers into a single stack. "I'd really think that speech was much scarier if I hadn't seen Emmrich chase you to your room in nothing but your underwear." This time Veryl let her jaw drop open. "You…?!" True shock had Veryl sitting up and trying to cover herself as though she wasn't fully clothed. "It was the middle of the night, no one was supposed to be awake." Bellara danced around her eye contact with Veryl, her eyes shifting in nervousness as she spoke. "Let's just say that I know I wasn't the only one not getting any sleep." Bellara was quickly scrambling to her feet, dodging the pillows that Veryl playfully threw her way. "But don't worry! I definitely didn't write any of that down!" Veryl paused in her cushion assault to question her friend, "Really?" Bellara had moved quickly, nearing the door with alacrity Veryl only saw her move with in the field. She was very near the door when she turned to give Veryl an answer. "No, I lied." She grinned sheepishly, a crimson blush dusting her cheeks. "I wrote all of it down. OkaythanksfortalkingtomeRook! Haveagoodeveningbye!" Bellara was out the door before the final pillow could hit it's intended target. Instead it thudded against the door that had been slammed shut and fell uselessly to the ground.

Gentle, loving tags for you my friends: @strugglinggranola @serensama @tkwritesdumbassassins  @tacoteddy22 @thecraftybaroness @himluv @notyourmamasdeerbat @bubblecat-co @mythals-whore @operative-arrow @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @seaglassmelody  @davrinsleftpectoral @biowaredisasterbisexual @woundedsoul12 @jenn2d2 @arisofsky, @kai-dimir, @purple-frost @pixiedurango @thedissonantverses

Happy writing folks!

Trivia for your time: The average golf ball has 336 dimples

[fiastomatocheek]

FIA’S WORK IN PROGRESS

named ‘work in progress’ but let’s be real… it’s actually just a collection of a few requests i said yes to because sometimes inspiration hits after someone drops a spicy idea in my inbox so shoutout to you guys for that! also, even if some of you sent your request without anon, don’t worry i won’t include your username here! i totally get that it might make you uncomfortable, so your privacy’s safe with me.

WHO I WRITE FOR: matt rempe⁷³, quinn hughes⁴³, jack hughes⁸⁶, luke hughes⁴³, fraser minton⁹³, wyatt johnston⁵³, frank nazar⁹¹, macklin celebrini⁷¹, will smith², william eklund⁷²

quinn hughes

↳ req. 01 — dating quinn comes with getting the most random calls from jack and luke all the time because you’re the older sister they never had — but when one night luke and jack call you and tell you how everything’s going to shit in jersey because they’re both injured now, you and quinn get on a plane to help both of them, without a second thought.

jack hughes

↳ req. 01 — hey, fia darling! i was wondering if i could possibly add to the angsty requests. reader is childhood friends with the three hughes brothers, and once the two get to michigan, they're very on and off, no labels kinda thing. they don't speak for a while once he goes to new jersey but they end up seeing each other a couple years later at a family event, like a wedding or something, and they get into maybe a fight that the other didn't try hard enough, but reader has moved on now. i fear i need my heart broken. thank you, also feel free not to write this if you don't like it

luke hughes

↳ req. 01 — i live for angsty marital issues bc that’s real life!! I feel like maybe the main argument in their relationship would be about him not showing up for lucy or reader. I think it’d definitely cause massive tension between the two of them.

↳ req. 02 — dad!luke and reader cuddling after putting their daughter down for bed. she’s not even down for five minutes before she comes padding down the hall and into her parents’ room to snuggle and sleepily yap at them 🥹🥹

↳ req. 03 — hi i was wondering if i can request the current boyfriend trend on tiktok with luke hughes? (will be posted on my mid/plus-size reader blog, @voicemailfromluke-beep)

matt rempe

↳ req. 01 — hii I hope you're having an amazing day so since you told you would write for matt i have a req!!!🤭🤭 we all know matt is a big guy but that doesn't change reader wouldn't be insecure about her weight but not in a bad way just like when he picking her up she told him to no or wouldn't want to sit on his lap because she think she's too heavy for him i don't know matt gives me a really big physical touch vibe 😔 and sorry for my bad writing but I hope you get it what I meant even if I couldn't write it. 😭😭 (will be posted on my mid/plus-size reader blog, @voicemailfromluke-beep)

william eklund

will smith

↳ req. 01 — i have a little request for smitty! possibly based off of "you are in Love" by taylor swift, specifically the lyrics "you keep his shirt, he keeps his word and for once you let go of your fears and you ghosts" maybe the reader has had rocky relationships or been cheated on in the past and will assures her that it won't happen

↳ req. 02 — angst idea with no happy ending!!!! How about reader finds out that will is cheating on her

↳ req. 03 — fia girlie! i've followed you over to this blog finally! would you be open to writing a smitty fic with a plus size reader? maybe something where they go to a sharks gala to like hard launch their relationship and he fully shows her off and loves on her like all night? if you have time babes and are open to writing it! no pressure tho! (will be posted on my mid/plus-size reader blog, @voicemailfromluke-beep)

mack celebrini

↳ req. 01 — cute and fluffy date with macklin during the off season, like maybe they go to an amusement park or maybe to the beach! that'd be soo cute 😍

↳ req. 02 — macklin x reader angst fic where his anger issues get the best of him and it leaves reader very hurt and he feels terrible, have your own twist on it

[swaglet]

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now that i think about it this has actually been by far the most fucked up 6/7ish months of my life. i begrudgingly decide to give up my most favorite extracurricular activity ever that i've been doing since i was TEN YEARS OLD for my mental health because my new band director is insanely sexist and has been targeting me and making my life hell for the past year or two. my son / emotional support ferret / light of my entire life and the only reason im alive at all passes away after getting sick in middle age and my mom absolutely refuses to help me pay for any more vet visits after i completely drain my checking and savings account well into the negative hundreds of dollars to try and save him, and then he dies in my arms a week before my birthday, but she continues to spend $90+ dollars on monthly pain & joint medication for my childhood dog who CANNOT WALK and has to be carried around if she needs to walk more than 10 feet. a few months later after he dies, my other ferret who was bonded with my emotional support ferret gets sick from grief/a relapse in her immune issues/who knows what, and for an entire month i have to watch her get sicker and sicker and wither away in my hands until she dies in her sleep with me right next to her knowing theres nothing we could have done. no amount of money or medicine or vet visits could have changed the outcome. and then not even two weeks later my childhood dog, whose legs have not been working for months (honestly for years) at this point and my mom has been selfishly keeping alive with pain meds and shutting down her organs, finally collapses and cant stand up on her own anymore and stops eating entirely so her time has come and we have to euthanize her. and nobody in my family can handle death so i have to be the one that cradles her, alone with the vet tech and the needle, as she passes away. two days before that, our sweet and beautiful show cow sammy that my mom bottle fed and raised from the day he was born got really sick because of a congenital bladder issue and wasnt able to pee anymore so our vet had to come euthanize him as well. i wasnt there for that so i didnt even get to say goodbye. and to top it all off, right as all of this was happening recently at the end of april and beginning of may, i didnt have any of my medications at all. none of them.

life is so hard. i miss slinky and jellybean so much. i miss blue really really bad. i miss being a little kid and being out in the yard and running around with her, when she could still run. when everything was a little less bad. i just want to give them all one last hug. feel their fur one more time. not just the clipping of their fur but their fur on them for real. pet them for real. feel them breathe. hear them make their sounds. see them blink at me.

i just need some good things to happen and bad things to stop happening for a while. or if bad things are going to happen can they please be a little less bad

[glowettee]

🕶 she ghosted the groupchat & built an empire

hey lovelies!! ✨

so i've been thinking about this a lot lately... like how we're all constantly connected but somehow feeling more drained than ever?? and it hit me that sometimes the most revolutionary thing you can do is just... disappear for a bit??

i literally had to turn my phone off for three days last month because my creative energy was being sucked dry by all these group chats that were going nowhere. like, bestie, why am i reading 87 messages about someone's ex's cousin's new haircut when i could be building my dream life instead??

so here's my unfiltered thoughts on strategic isolation + how it literally changed everything for me...

✧ protecting your energy isn't selfish, it's essential ✧

let's be honest - we're all just walking energy fields. and every notification, every "hey girl, you free?" text, every random zoom call is either feeding your field or draining it. i started tracking my energy levels in this little pink journal (yes, elle woods style but make it productive) and noticed that certain people and activities were literally vampire-draining me.

some hard truths about protecting your time:

• not everyone deserves access to you

• "sorry, i can't" is a complete sentence

• your dreams require your full attention

• boundaries aren't mean, they're necessary

• your future self will thank you for saying no today

i started implementing what i call "ghost protocols" where i literally just... stop responding for periods of time. not forever! just long enough to recalibrate. it feels uncomfortable at first (i literally had anxiety sweats) but then something magical happens - you remember who you are without all the noise.

✧ digital detox rituals that actually work ✧

okay so everyone talks about digital detoxes but they make it sound so basic like "just turn off your phone lol" which... no. here's what actually works:

1. schedule your disappearance (sounds dramatic but it's just good planning) - i block off "ghost time" in my calendar just like i would a meeting

2. create a hyperfocus sanctuary - mine is this corner of my room with no wifi, just candles, my journal, and a vintage alarm clock. no devices allowed within 10 feet.

3. implement the 5/1/3 rule - for every 5 hours of deep work, allow 1 hour of connection, followed by 3 hours of integration time where you process what you've created

4. batch your responses - i only check messages twice daily now (12pm and 6pm) and i use templates for most replies which sounds cold but actually gives me more energy for meaningful conversations later

5. practice saying "that doesn't work for me" without explaining yourself - hardest thing i've ever done but most rewarding

✧ hyperfocus rituals that built my empire ✧

the truth that nobody tells you is that success isn't grinding 24/7... it's protecting your focus like it's the most precious resource on earth (because it literally is).

my non-negotiable focus rituals:

• morning pages but make them strategic - i write 3 pages about my vision every morning before touching my phone

• the 90/30 method - work in complete silence for 90 minutes, then take a luxurious 30 minute break (no exceptions)

• environment switching - i have different spaces for different types of work (creative work happens by the window, admin work at my desk, planning happens on the floor with a giant paper)

• sensory anchors - learned this from a few psychology articles online, stayed w/ it foreverrr -> specific scents, sounds, and tastes that tell my brain "it's empire building time" (for me it's this fancy bergamot candle + instrumental lo-fi + earl grey tea)

i know this all sounds intense but listen... while everyone was busy commenting on instagram posts and overthinking text messages, i built something real. something that matters. something that's mine.

sometimes the most rebellious thing you can do is disconnect in order to connect more deeply with your purpose. and yes, people might get annoyed when you don't respond right away. they might even talk about you in those same group chats you left. but honestly? that's just background noise when you're focused on building something meaningful.

your time is literally the only non-renewable resource you have. protect it fiercely.

xoxo, mindy 🤍

p.s. what's one conversation or obligation you could ghost this week to get closer to your dreams? i promise the world won't end... but your empire might just begin.

⋆ psst. i made a free workbook just for you. it’s soft, dark-academia, and full of real advice. get it here: deprogramming your trauma-coded ambition

[leohtttbriar]

NEELIX: Eleven years ago, I saw my world in ruins, my family murdered. All that's kept me going is knowing that one day we'd be together again. That I'd see them again. But it's not true. And I can't live without that hope. CHAKOTAY: I understand that this can change how you look at things, but it can also lead to an even stronger faith. You don't know. You're not there yet.

"Mortal Coil," Star Trek: Voyager

SEVEN: I've been thinking about what you said, that this was a place to encourage your imagination. JANEWAY: Is that appealing to you? SEVEN: I'm not certain. I find myself constructing scenarios, considering alternative possibilities. What if my parents and I had not encountered the Borg? What would our lives have been? I would have been raised by them, learned from them. It would have influenced what I became, who and what I am. JANEWAY: And you would have done the same for them. If you'd like to know more about your parents, there's information in the Federation database. SEVEN: Information? JANEWAY: It seems they were fairly well known for being unconventional and for some rather unique scientific theories. You might like to read what's there. It might encourage your imagination. SEVEN: Perhaps I will, some day.

"The Raven," Star Trek: Voyager

there's an irony at the center of voyager's story that i think is unique to voyager. it's related to the irony of the name of the ship itself--voyaging typically implies a willful journey out and back where voyager's journey is an accidential cosmic sentencing to return from a place none of them chose to go. but from the first episode, janeway, who i've talked about before as being a very representative kind of character more than an immediately personal one, talks about the need to still exercise their purpose within the typical implication of their ship's name. that is, they still make efforts to learn and discover on their way home.

the uniqueness to the way this ethos plays out in voyager versus other star trek shows is the way that so much of this "discovery and curiosity" ethic influences how characters approach material doom. doom in the sense of a fate, so to speak, out of their control and utterly beyond them. the discovery ethic often drives characters to both accept that which is beyond them and also to retain an openness to future change, in the same mental move. it's as if the show has framed "curiosity" as a survival tool--on the surface level, as a way to enact the context they've carried over from their corner of the galaxy--on a deeper level, as a way to continue living in what seems like an inescapable path to walk.

neelix is an interesting character to carry this particular thesis, since it most makes narrative sense for characters actually from the alpha quadrant. but in "mortal coil" he is confronted with what he at first perceives as an inescapable path to walk, a hopelessness of ever seeing his family again--which is very similar to what every one from the alpha quadrant has been living with since the beginning. chakotay, who, whether or not this can be classed as a "good" (for whatever definition) portrayal of indigeneity, is one of the characters most connected with and most certain of his faith, and he gets to say to neelix that as much as some things are certain and inescapable, "you don't know"--there are things still that neelix doesn't know.

this conversation mirrors the conversation between seven and janeway a few episodes earlier. seven is also an interesting character to engage with this thesis because she's been removed from herself in a wholly different and, in many ways, more complete way than the rest of the voyager crew. and then she's been removed again, this time from her established-life and collective-personhood. curiosity about herself and past serves as a mechanism for coping with a new inescapable reality.

because voyager is so removed from everything that grew and defined it, the ideas of "maybe" and "you don't know" and discovery aren't so much ideals but methods of living out the rest of their narrative setting--the random cosmic sentencing of plopping them a lifetime's distance from home.

[alexbkrieger13]

https://www.alt.dk/sundhed/artikler/pernille-harder-fodbold-udvikling/5572295

Pernille Harder: “I wanted to be a boy because I didn't think there was a national team for women”

Pernille Harder has been named Danish female player of the year eight times, and in 2020 she was named the world's best footballer. She currently plays for Bayern Munich, but at Euro 2025 she will once again captain the Danish national team.

How did you experience the possibilities of becoming a professional when you played football as a child?

"I always wanted to be a professional, but when I was little I wanted to be a boy because I didn't think there was a women's national team. 

So I had short hair and wore boys' clothes. 

"When my sister told me that you could play on a women's national team, I knew I could make my dream come true, so my goal became to make a living playing football."

How have you experienced the development in women's football?

"The first few years I played, development was relatively slow. When I joined the national team, as far as I know, there wasn't a national team contract – you just got some cash at the airport when you had to leave to play. When I was young, women's football was never shown on TV, and it wasn't written about. 

We lived a bit in hiding and played the sport we loved. In the last five to six years, however, a lot has happened. Leagues have started to become professional, we are starting to see transfers between clubs, and there are finals with new audience records. Women's football is starting to become a financial business with big sponsors.

It's starting to look like the men's side, although there are still far from the same amounts at stake."

What do you see as the most crucial thing that has happened in women's football in recent years?

"It's hard to say one thing, but the investment in football from the important people around the world, whether it's UEFA, FIFA or the different federations, is very important. 

"If there is to be development, it is important to see the potential in women's football."

How do you experience the audience interest today compared to when you started?

"There is a very big interest in club football. When I played at Chelsea (2020-2023, ed.), I could feel an enormous respect for women's football, and the same is happening now at the Danish national team matches. 

"In the last five to six years, I've started to be recognized on the street, and even though I don't play to be recognized, it's great to see that women's football has gotten there. When the young girls and boys see us, they don't think men's or women's football, for them it's just football, and when I hear that, we've come a long way."

Has the media's interest also changed?

"It has definitely gotten better, but there is still room for improvement. When we played the European Championship in Sweden in 2013, it was only written about when we reached the semi-finals, but for the European Championship in the Netherlands in 2017, the media was there from the start. 

"That European Championship was a milestone for Danish women's football because we reached the final, and thus many people opened their eyes to the sport. The final rounds generally mean a lot to women's football because the matches are shown on TV all over Europe, and it gives enormous attention."

What are your expectations for Euro 2025?

"It's going to be big and exciting. A lot of teams are extremely even, so I feel like everyone can beat each other. On paper, there might be some teams that should be better than us if you look at previous finals, but if we have a good day, it's possible to beat anyone."

How do you see women's football developing over the next 10 years?

"The good development will only continue, and we will approach men's football more and more in terms of transfers between clubs and the length of contracts.

"Right now, transfers are only happening with the very best players, but I think it will become much more common. I also think that UEFA and FIFA will start investing more money in women's football, and that's so important because it makes it easier for the federations to give women the same conditions as men."

What do you hope future generations of girls think when they see you play?

"That they are inspired and want to start playing football themselves. And that they know that they can all make their dream of becoming professional football players come true, if that's what they want."

[that-smallinjured-bowylamb]

Under Your Spell.

Is it irregular if I suddenly post two songs in one day? Maybe. But motivation is keeping it there because either decided to. If you're asking if I'm listening to it while writing, like the other post that I've sent a few mintues/hours ago, yes. Gotta keep up with my ideas 💯💯‼️‼️‼️

Genre: Once again, Romance. No one asked me in here so I pick 💕

Warnings?: Mentions of scars, Idk I'm going to write it off as wholesome, cussy, mentions of my OC but I call him NPC bc why not, uhmmm OOC(?), oh and the lyrics might be misspelled bc it's kinda vague yk?, let me know if you find any !!!

Gender Neutral reader

Involvement: Main cast

Side notes?: uh, not so much. I just really love these types of music, the women in these songs are so 💕💕- anyway, enjoy it or nah.

Maybe, you were just getting bored.

Seeing the station built up in one of your empty guest rooms, one of the dorm members from Heartslabyul, an artist in music, had come to you one day, complimenting your song that one time, and gave you a literal set-up for a music studio.

What if... you just sing some songs you've known in your world?

I mean, they're good, sure. But, not everyone has the same music taste.

Wanting to make a music audio, you've tracked down the student that gave you the studio. They agreed, and wanted to help out as well.

Firstly, a person from another world causes a disturbance to the peace in the ceremony, secondly, the same magicless person gets involved in every trouble they find in lurking corners, thirdly, they've gotten involved in OVERBLOTS, fourthly, they can attract even the most of prominent figures in this world, now they're performing???? What the heck-

So now here you were, in the music studio, preparing a few instruments to play out the same exact [but not really] music.

Maybe some playful beats here and there, add some bass, then we're good!

Now for the lyrics... how'd the woman sound again? Ethereal, almost seductive? Reverent gleaming whispers?

Alright, you breathed in, you can adjust the voice in the editing just in case.

☆~~———~~☆

You'd think, if you were confident enough, you could post this in TWSTs equivalent of YouTube or Spotify. Maybe. The Heartslabyul student was ready to start the music you were meaning to sing,

Maybe yu had a reason singing these songs specifically, to remind yourself where you once belonged.

But, not like anyone will figure that out! Except for a few of your friends, of course. While it is nerve-wracking singing in public, you can at least hide yourself in videos. No one will find you out that way.

You keep me under your spell,

You keep me under your spell,

[iPhone dropped]

You keep me under your spell, it's like I waited-

You keep me under your spell, it's like I waited too-

The beats change, it's quick.

Ace and Deuce were on the other side of the door, listening in (and is on a phone call with Heartslabyul's gc).

You keep me under your spell,

It's like I waited too long,

For all the scars you can see,

They're permanent, I am not.

I want an innocent life,

The rest to die.

For all the scars you can see,

When I take my clothes off,

Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh (They're permanent, I am not)

Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh (They're permanent, I am not)

Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh (They're permanent, I am not)

Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh (They're permanent, I am not)

The beat sounds hypnotic in a way, a fragile-like lyric, repeating in angelic voices, honeyed words on its magical notes.

Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh

Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh

Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh

Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh

Ace and Deuce find themselves lost in the Melody, completely forgetting they were on call.

You keep me under your spell,

You keep me under your spell,

You (oh) keep (ah-ah) me (uh-ah) under (ah-ah) your (oh) spell,

The music switches with a different Melody the verses repeating, one voice alone has got them mesmerized, on their darling lips.

Cater is streaming.

It's like I waited- (oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh)

You keep me under your spell,

It's like I waited too- (oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh)

The switches distorts and now they're back to the notes.

(Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh)

You keep me under your spell,

It's like I waited too long,

For all the scars you can see,

They're permanent, I am not.

(Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh)

Why are you always mentioning scars? Did something bad happen?

I want an innocent life,

The rest to die.

For all the scars you can see,

When I take my clothes off.

The notes switches up, a hypnotic yet unfamiliar range playing in their ears, the stream in Cater's phone is blowing up from another music video from you.

Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh (They're permanent, I am not)

Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh (They're permanent, I am not)

(Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh)

You keep me under your spell,

It's like I waited too long,

For all the scars you can see,

They're permanent, I am not.

(Oh, ah-ah, uh-ah, ah-ah, oh)

I want an innocent life,

The rest to die.

For all the scars you can see,

When I take my clothes off.

Wow. Uhm, so- are you going to send this in public?

Their thoughts go blank when they listen in with the music.

They're permanent, I am not.

The beats go slower, the atmosphere turning down, into more of a quiet trance.

You keep me under your spell,

It's like I waited too long,

For all the scars you can see,

They're permanent, I am not.

I want an innocent life,

The rest to die.

For all the scars you can see,

When I take my clothes off.

The music fades, and Heartslabyul student congratulates you, simply impressed.

He said he'll post it, and it will surely go viral.

☆~~———~~☆

And it really did.

First was Ace and Deuce, who just ran off back to Heartslabyul.

Riddle was just astonished, but quite appaled with the lyrics, specifically "when I take my clothes off" part.

Trey was just repeating the song over and over again, I'm not sure if he's trying to memorize it as well.

Cater got so many followers and likes, that it almost reached to Vil's platform (it did, now Vil saw it),

Everyone in Heartslabyul talked about the latest, trendy music.

Next was in Savannaclaw, not much later when it spread, one of Cater's fans that were watching the stream shared it with the rest of the dorms.

Leona was, quite impressed. He didn't know herbivore had that in them. Say, would you sing for him to sleep?

Ruggie was listening to it right now, ever since the latest post, he can always recognize its the prefect without even checking, the voice sounds like them! Duh!

Jack was surprised seeing his friend singing and posting it online, but he wasn't mad about it at all. He found it nice that you were getting out of your shell every once in a while.

Meanwhile in Octavinelle, a few students reported what they've heard today. About the prefect.

Azul was first to hear it, of course. So now, he's trying to find a way to get into a contract with you, well, if you'd like to, of course. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Jade was definitely listening into HeartShackle's convo, no doubt !!! And is fr planning to get you to work with him. Don't worry, he'll teach you the ropes. Just stay by his side is all he'll ever ask of you. [ADEUCEYUU MENTIONED??]

Floyd probably repeated the song over and over again until he got bored. But for sure will listen to it when he remembers!!! He thinks [Name]'s voice is so pretty... you should be his. Right now.

In Scarabia, NPC b was just listening to your audio over and over again. Look, it's addicting. You can't tell me otherwise, the beat, the track, the repeated voice in the melodic voice... yeah. He needs to tell everybody.

Kalim is really surprised you even had a music studio recently, he had been wondering if you'll ever make music similar to the one you did the other day, it had gotten him HOOKED. He won't stop blabbering it to Jamil ever since !!!

Speaking of that boy, he heard from a student about the new music video that had been recently been released, it was the prefect's. So, he, the good friend he is, checks it out. It's not so bad, the lyrics just repeated its words, but overall not terrible at all. It's good. (Especially when the music has you in it)

In Pomefiore, a few students that had been friends with a Heartslabyul student, who was yapping about a certain music made by the Prefect, also had in turn spread it to the other dorms.

It's only a matter of time when it Reached Vil's ears, he had already seen the viral stream Cater made and when I tell you, he had been listening to it long enough to the point he considered it his aesthetic (<-the music in his ears sounded quite nice), he means it.

Rook was just mesmerized with this new revolution, the fact that you, shy you, had decided to post a song under anonymous? Oh, he had to spread the good news!!

Epel maybe had fell asleep when he heard the voice, it almost sounded like a lullaby, but it was nice to listen to it, especially if his (crush-) friend was the one who sang it.

Ignihyde, the entirety of it, was listening to your music, it was awesome, some made edits with it, others were just enjoying it.

Idia made sure you'd stay anonymous since he knows how scary it would be if you were ever revealed in public.

Ortho made sure no one could hack your account. If they attempt to do so in order to reveal yourself without your consent, be prepared, Ortho boutta blast that ass.

Diasomnia, is just respectful, they'llisten to every music you release in case you have time for it.

Malleus loves listening to this music on repeat, he could just imagine it, you and him. You're quite enchanting, [Name]. Must you tease him when he's not yours, yet?

Lilia loves listening to it, somehow, he would like a collab with you again, even when they did one already before! What? It's just so fun, singing on stage with you will feel like a dream...

Silver uses this to probably fall asleep, either that or the bass of it can send waves to his ears, waking him up for that. Haha.

Sebek claims he wouldn't listen to it, he won't EVER listen to it! Not when it's not something he doesn't do, but when he's alone? Oh, you're going to hear it on blast. Max volume.

Imagine to your surprise, it had reached other schools as well?

The End!

If you see me post twice, it means motivation got to me, okay? :> enjoy! (Again)

[sonic-takeover]

Happy pride!!! 🌈

Let's hear some of y'all's coming out stories!!

He-Heyyy, happy pride!! This is my first one actually. But uh... You guys already know my story, eheheh~

It was because of me.

Yep~ Shads is the one who made me realize I'm not just into the ladies. In case there's anyone new here who doesn't know, though, I'm bi!

I'm gay. I have never been attracted to women, so I knew pretty early. As a child, I liked Elvis very much. It wasn't until I became familiar with the current time, however, that I had a word for it.

Elvis?? Oh my chaos~

Yes. Shut up.

Hey, happy pride!! Oh my gosh, I can't believe it's already here! So I'm bi, and I found out when I was a kid, maybe around 12? I had this friend growing up who I had a really big crush on, and she was a girl. But it wasn't until I met Sonic that I realized my feelings for her felt the same as my feelings for him. It took me some time to understand and accept myself, but now I'm out and proud, hehe!

I have not considered these things. But I am in support of Amy and her friends. From my understanding, that makes me an ally.

Mhm~! My favorite ally in the world~ *She kisses his cheek*

I have had what I thought were brief crushes on men before, but I have since discovered that feeling to be admiration, not attraction. I am solely attracted to women. As for my story... I did not seek romance for most of my life. I was too busy. I did, however have a lady's maid I would sneak off with to kiss. I did not understand at the time what that meant. When I met Silver, I believed myself to have feelings for him at first, but when I compared that to how I felt for her and for Amy, I understood the difference. Silver is merely an admirable teammate and good friend. It also takes me some time to realize my feelings, so perhaps... Demiromantic lesbian?

Omnisexual~ For me, attraction is attraction, regardless of gender. I do prefer women, though~ Men are more fun to flirt with, but women have my heart, hehe~ Especially one woman~

Aww, haha! I'm a lesbian. I've known since I was a kid. It's just always been girls for me. But I've never found a girl I liked as much as Rouge here~

*Rouge giggles and kisses her cheek* My story, dear, is a fun one. I discovered my skills in flirtation when I was starting off being a thief, and eventually realized I found every kind of subject cute, no matter what their gender was. I thought I was pan for a very long time, but eventually I realized I preferred women. It was when I dated Topaz that I accepted it.

I'm pan!!! I'm into all sorts of people, and it all feels basically the same as far as attraction! I found out when I moved into the bigass house and started thinking about love! Now I know myself and have a bunch of flags all over my room, hehe~!

Oh, uh.. I don't really know! I just kinda like who I like, I guess. Back in my old timeline, we didn't use labels like this, so it feels really foreign to me. It wasn't something people cared about, I guess? They just accepted it. But I do know I like Espio! That's all I need :)

I am homosexual. I found out by accident when I was a teenager. I was dared by someone I knew to kiss a boy as a prank, but I found I enjoyed it. A few crises later, I realized I had only ever had real crushes on guys. I'm still very private about my sexuality, but I do not believe I hide it well. I have sometimes met people who somehow automatically knew. Perhaps I give off a "vibe," as Silver would call it.

I do not see the purpose of this. My life is that of a warrior. I am the guardian of the Master Emerald, I do not seek distractions such as these! I have never felt these feelings as my companions describe. Amy has told me that means I am the "aro of ace."

((Hi! I realized Shadow was a kid before Prince was a thing, so I changed his childhood crush to Elvis. Happy Pride!! -Mod))

[rexhya]

Hello i am in love with your prince yandere. If it's up your alley could you make one of us taking off/running away with a hidden lover who isn't anything like Anul and what he would do when finally finding us with the said hidden lover

note — NOT BETA READ

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yandere!prince who's main goal for around 2 weeks is to locate you, he's completely enthralled by your presence and it kills him (literally kills, im serious) every second he's away from you, his immune system has slightly shut down with every passing moment and he's about to lose hope before he could find you.

Anul is glad he hadnt gave up, he's currently on an island, completely secluded from the mainland asking people around if they've seen a woman, h/c hair who reaches up to about his chest. a local shopkeeper points him in the direction of a small cottage home, something quaint and modest. so like you.

he knocks on the door without a second, his heart leaping when he hears your all to familiar voice, "just a moment!"

you open the door without a second thought and your stomach drops. "Anul, w-what are you doing here."

Anul looks at you in confusion, "You've been missing a long time, shouldn't I be asking you that question?"

you don't get a chance to answer before another voice is heard from the inside of the room, asking politely who was at the door, Anul couldnt see the man but he'd heard the deep rumble of his voice, felt the weight of his body.

you flinch, glancing at Anul nervously. he's already begun moving inside by the time your eyes reach him.

pale violet eyes meet icy blue ones, blonde hair and massive shoulders. "who are you?" the man asks suddenly on gaurd when you come stumbling in, anxiety etched on your face.

you stand between the two men as they begin a stare down to each other.

"I'm the Prince of Senttion, who are you."

"Im Jacob, her lover." Anul physically recoils.

"Her what." he spits, inching closer to you and the man you'd been living with for the past few days, despite the man being much larger than you and a hell of a lot more strong you didn't know what your vicious prince would do. and right now he was unpredictable.

"how about we all have some tea!" you interject, praying the both if them would listen, and luckily enough they did.

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your explanation and green tea hadn't made things much better, they were nearly about to kill each other before you called things done. it was final, anul had no other choice but to return home and find someone else for sutible for his tastes, and at first he does. to hurt and emotional unstable to think kf doing abtthing else, but then he comes back, stubborn as ever and ready to make him love you.

step one was to change his appearance, jacob was completely different from him, he had the girthy strength of a bull but the hair of a baby chick, along with and obvious differences in eye color. he hadnt even been aware of the fact that maybe he just wasn't your type, but that was easy, all he had to do was become your type.

easier said than done, he dyes his hair, cut's it short, trains like a dog and wear contacts before showing up at your doorstep to which you are horrified.

"Anul, what..what did you do?"

Anul smiles but it doesn't look the way it's supposed to. to bright, to cheery.

"I changed", he says simply.

"yeah..alot.." you mumble in disbelief, not only was he here but he was drastically different and not in a good way.

Anul frowns, "what, you don't like it?"

"I..." you didn't know what to say. "how about you come inside for a moment, have a drink."

Anul immediately begins looking around in suspicion, "is Jacob here?" he asks bitterly.

you sigh, "no my prince, jacob is out rught now, so if you want to speak with me, do it now or forever hold your peace." anul softened at your words, flicking his eyes over your body in obvious pain.

he stepped inside and as soon as you shut the door wrapped his arms around your waist, breathing into your neck. "Gods, i've missed you [Name], how long has it been since i've held you like this?"

you patted his ahoulder awkwardly, trying to pry him off of you, but it was no use, he was just as strong, if not stronger since the last time you'd seen him.

"Anul please..I, this is inappropriate."

Anul scowled, "why because of james."

"yes because of jocob, i dont think he's appreciate seeing you holding me like this."

anul didn't let go, "god why do you care about him so much anyway, what's he got that i dont! i know sure as hell it isn't the money, and so i thought it was the looks. didn't know you were into blondes by the way. so what is it, he's got some secret talent hidden...or don't tell me..did you have sex with him already! it can't have been good if you did, tell me is wasnt."

you flushed violently and made wild gestures into the general direction of the prince, "dont be so crude! it's just...just..."

anul craddled your face again, tilting his head to try and find your eyes, "just what? you can tell me, i would never judge you..."

but before you could get a chance to answer a switch and click came through the door, there was jacob standing...pieces of wood and grass in his hair, watching another man hold his woman in a rather suspicious position.

"h-how could you..." he speaks, dropping the wood in less than ten seconds flat.

oh no, nonononono! this was completely wrong, it looked, completely wrong.

"jacob wait!" but he was already gone, you pushed anul away in desperation but you didn't run after him, not while the problem was behind you.

"why did you come here...to ruin this? to ruin my life.." you wondered a loud.

anul snuck his hands around you, a grin invisible to you spread acorss his face. "i didn't come here to ruin you or your life, i came hete to ruin what was getting between us, and out life. and right now, i'd say this ia a job well done. "

[rasoyas]

8, 17, 25 for the simblr ask!!

wahhh my kayleeee 🫶🥰 thank you for asking me these sweetheart! i'm so proud of you for what you've accomplished with your legacy, you and your story progression literally inspired half of what i do with pipes and flux and i am so excited to see what you have in store!

8. who is your favorite gameplay blog?

aw geeeez i am always horrible with these because my lists end up exhaustively long 😵 i'm always like "oh fuck and this one OH and this person and--" dfjhdjk. i have to give a special mention to @wrixie and @alxandergoth for being stunning inspirations: wrix's bachelor challenges inspired me to actually start letting my sims run their own interactions, and the less i could wax poetic about rachel's ability to use no build/buy cc and capture such beautiful moments of unposed gp the better bc i could be sitting here for hours. i am also really enjoying @dashisims' fleabag gameplay and @bunnithechubs' fantastic rotational gameplay - such inspirations! 🙏 i feel like there are sooo many more that deserves mentions here, @bakersimmer has created a legacy beyond the fathoms of any of us and has managed to make her sims unique and charming every generation, and i miss laur's gameplays every day 🥰 OH OH I’M A DUMBASS @plumbewb YOUR SIMS AND SCREENSHOTS LITERALLY GIVES ME LIFE THEY ARE SO DAMN CUTE 🙏 I’M FORGETTING A LOT OF PEOPLE OKAY I FEEL AWFUL DHDJFJ OH JESUS ALSO @deathbypufferfish PUFF'S TERZIS ARE AN INSPIRATION TO US ALL I'M A FORGETFUL TURDDDD

17. do you talk about sims with people in real life?

i actually never really talked about my sims with anyone before i met my fiance, and even then, i still sort of get embarrassed and self-dig while i'm showing him a build or explaining the relationships between my sims. my coworkers know i play and have seen a few screenshots, but that's about it! the people in my life are kind enough to listen and enjoy my excitement, but i'd be way too embarrassed to sit 'em down and be like "so omg i thought of how pipes and flux's story ends and it's so beautiful here we go"

25. how many hours have you played sims? 

bro i couldn't even tell you how much i played of ts2 and ts3, but i know for a fact i've lost literal years to the time i've spent in ts4 djfkhd. i was mega unemployed and had too much time on my hands throughout my life so my ts4, which i've had since launch, says 2856 hrs and some change -- i'm sure origin's numbers are lost but i'm SURE it's much more than that lol!