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sunsguilt · 6 months

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SMASH OR PASS WITHOUT THE SMASH !┊ft: all nrc characters!

warnings: none! contains: gn reader

notes: this is essentially a dateability ranking in terms of pure survival and living your best life. i love all the characters dearly, and this is just for fun!

HEARTSLABYUL

riddle rosehearts: don’t get me started on him. hypothetically, let’s say he has a single romantical bone in his body. he would probably (definitely) want to date someone his mother would approve of, so someone who’s super studious and thinking about becoming a lawyer type of thing. even then, his mother would be the overbearing MIL stereotype, and riddle would just bend to her every whim, so it wouldn’t work. would probably divorce you if his mom said to.

overall rating: 2/10, could be a nice cushy life if he took his penchant for memorizing rules into a lawyer profession and became a rich husband, but still the MIL…. you would end up on r/relationshipadvice within weeks, i’m afraid.

ace trappola: he’s like a frat boy to me, honestly. I think you could be friends with him within reason, but if you actually date him… he’s the kind of guy who would pursue you and then get bored once u start dating. whoops, he had a consensual workplace relationship. he canonically ghosted his ex, guys.

overall rating: 3/10, you would be dating a frat boy. you don’t want that for yourself, trust me, speaking from second-hand experience here.

deuce spade: deuce is actually normal. like he’s no rich boy, but his family is respectful and his mother would adore you if he brought you home. he’s a little slow, but he’s got the spirit, y’know?

overall rating: 6/10, very nice in-laws, very cool husband. you may end up being the primary breadwinner.

cater diamond: with cater, it’s probably a bromance that turns into a real romance. mostly because he didn’t want to confess and ruin the whole thing you had going on together. likely a guy who needs a lot of validation from his partner. like he’ll say he hates pickles if you don’t like pickles. will not let a pickle pass his lips. will try his very hardest to convince you to do silly couple challenges.

overall rating: 8/10, he’s sooooo cute but he’s got unresolved mental instability like you wouldn’t believe. personally, i love that in a man. call me fix-it felix.

trey clover: trey is. trey. average guy whose family runs a bakery. he’s cute though!

overall rating: 5/10, he’s probably a freak in terms of intimate relations! teehee! no further comment.

SAVANACLAW

leona kingscholar: leona is a nice guy, respectful etc. but after a while, he’s not putting the same energy into the relationship as you are. the added layer of dating a literal prince…. no matter how disregarded he is by his family, he is second in line for the throne. the pressure from that sounds crazy, i won’t lie. you might be able to ignore the pressure of him bringing you home to straight up royalty ! overall rating: 5/10, he’s so dreamy and gorjus but he wears uncle sandals. jack howl: oh he’s so bf material, like you don’t understand. him being really firm on the fact that beastmen choose a life partner? wanting to fall in love and be committed to someone until his dying day? this is Romance. he's probs a good guy to bring to the gym for support if you’re just starting to work out regularly! might accidentally push you past your limits bc he’s thinking beastmen standards and not human. overall rating: 7/10, he’s so cute and i love him, but he’s a gym bro and does daily early morning jogs and such. cannot accept it. ruggie bucchi: he’s actually another really normal guy to date! he’s shown to do anything to provide for his loved ones (bringing food home from school to provide for his friends and family). very much an acts of service guy!

overall rating: 4/10, the chances are high that he’ll do that thing that broke dudes do when they get all touchy and hug their partner when the partner pulls out their card to pay for something.

OCTAVINELLE

azul ashengrotto: he would be nice to you ONLY if he had something to gain. would actually play the long game in order to sweet-talk you into signing some contract that totally screws you over forever. he is a capitalist at heart, i fear. he’s gonna get you in some get-rich-quick scheme. also, he can’t kiss and it would be weird and a lot more drool than necessary. overall rating: 6/10, i love octopus.

jade leech: oh god. he’s like visually appealing but the longer he's talking, the worse it gets. his hobby would literally be getting your heart rate up. you’d be lucky if you don’t get high blood pressure from his desire to see your face twist in an ugly expression. he has a penchant for learning, so he’ll want to research the topic of his interest to the fullest to get the desired results. overall rating: 3/10, the moment he’s tired of you, he’ll never speak to you again outside of a professional setting. floyd leech: he wants to have fun every day he can. which is fine, nothing wrong with that. the problem lies when he wants to rope you into it. and his idea of fun is….. questionable. he would call you up in the middle of the night and ask if you wanna go for a joyride that takes you over state lines. and you would only get like three minutes notice. he would also invite himself into your dorm and sleep in your bed. no, he’s not making the bed either, the guy canonically has to be forced into ironing his own shirt. overall rating: 3/10, he looks like he bites unironically. would you get rabies if a humanized eel bit you?

SCARABIA

kalim al-asim: oh he’s so sweet, but the only problem is literally the fact that he’s rich. he frequently talks about multiple attempts on his life in his youth up until the present day. if people outside of your circle found out you were with him, word would surely spread to unwanted ears, and your life would be at risk because of that immediate association. overall rating: 6/10, a total sweetheart, but i don’t think i’d be able to eat breakfast with him without wondering if something’s in our food. jamil viper: he has too many underlying issues that include but are not limited to: an inferiority complex that exists due to his forced proximity to kalim. as much as i’d love to say i could fix him, jamil almost killed kalim. Plus, jamil is literally kalim’s servant. association with kalim = will probably die. overall rating: 5/10, he’s got issues, but he’s so cute and probably just needs that reassurance or whatever. my silly guy!

POMEFIORE

vil schoenheit: vil is like my fav so i’d love to say that because he’s so nice and rich and pretty that he would be a perfect ten. WRONG. he’s famous. bad! what if he has crazy stans who go after you bc you’re dating him? for your own safety, you would never be able to go public with your relationship, that is if the tabloids don't get to you. overall rating: 7/10, you’ll have to listen to him go on tangents about neige.

rook hunt: if you’re thinking “yeah no he’s probably a safe bet, he’s rich and i could be his trophy wife/husband”, you like french people and you’re lying to yourself !!!!! ive never met a normal rich person in my life, and rook is no exception. he would know your shoe size before you even know his last name.

overall rating: 0/10, he’s weird AND french.

epel felmier: he lives in a small town where everyone tends to know each other and their business. there’s no hiding your relationship from them. downside is, he would have a crazy inferior complex if you were taller than him. He needs to be a Man’s man, yknow??? overall rating: 6/10, he’s a good cook, an incredible one, even. if you can’t cook and you can deal with a man who desperately wants to show you how cool he is, then this is the one for you.

IGNIHYDE

idia shroud: he wouldn’t date, like he’s a NEET guys, i don’t see it at all. He would marry someone if it was for tax reasons, or just to tell people he isn’t bitchless. you'd just go to a courthouse real quick and pop by an ihop after.

overall rating: 6/10, he would be an incredible overwatch carry. would bully you for sucking super hard in any type of pvp game.

ortho shroud: he’s like a child, so he is not included!

overall rating: 0/10, in terms of dateability, he’s silly tho

DIASOMNIA

malleus draconia: you would be perfectly safe with him. yeah, he’s not fully clear on the norms of human society, but he treats you well! problem is, he'd be a little too obssessed and its going to very quickly turn into "he's going to keep u in this tower bc hes scared abt u dying"

overall rating: 7/10, wouldn’t you love a loser man who is obsessed with gargoyles?! silver: objectively, the world’s most perfect man. he’s super cute and can cook! everything you would want in a man. he's also got his wacky little sitcom type family like step brothers who are Not human and a dad who is Not human but like they care for him he cares for them!

overall rating: 9/10, no real drama and they'd probably be elated if he brought someone home. sebek zigvolt: he would choose malleus over you every time, i’m so sorry. like “sorry babe malleus needs help shining his sword or whatever, you can start the movie without me.” realistically the only time sebek could be in a relationship is if he finds someone whos as obsessed with malleus as he is so they can be hyperfixated on him together or something. like how kpop stans marry each other, but with malleus the dragon prince.

overall rating: 2/10, he would use you has a human dishrag to clean shoes for malleus. lilia vanrouge: everyone loves a fictional old man, but this particular old man comes with trauma and emotional baggage spanning centuries. You can only fix-it felix your way out of so many things. he’s cute, though.

overall rating: 4/10, canonically picks his nose, i fear.

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thisisnotthenerd · 15 days

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ok so i clarified otohan's build for myself

she's a 20th level psi warrior fighter base, and the backpack lets her use echo knight abilities. this all tracks--4 attacks, 2 action surges, 12 psionic power dice (+1 if regained on a bonus action) at a d12, and the ability to manifest two echoes at once. i'm going to guess that she uses two-weapon fighting based on the damage rolls from her offhand weapon. plus 3 legendary actions that she could use to attack with either weapon, dash, psi-powered leap (80 ft), telekinetic control (2 actions, move target 30 ft in a direction of her choice), and 3 legendary resistances.

if they hadn't immediately dealt with the backpack she could have been flashing all over the battlefield, 10 attacks each in the turns that she used action surge, 6 otherwise, split across multiple opponents or targeted to one. given her place in initiative, this could have been a full massacre before she went exaltant if she had hit the casters and healers first, instead of chetney. she had the movement for it.

speaking of that: she regained both action surges and presumably all of her psi power dice, gained resistance to all damage, and a +3 bonus to AC. I'm guessing the state was triggered by a damage threshold. i'm willing to bet that if she didn't have the health potion they might have gotten her down within the round, assuming the threshold is 1/4 of the total or something like that, and the 66 she got back brought her back over half.

on the other hand, even given the multiple deaths and 1 permadeath, bell's hells really worked hard on this one. ashton and fearne using the shards and doing big damage. fcg keeping the party up with 2 mass cure wounds and a revivify. laudna debuffing with bane and getting damage in with the eldritch blasts. imogen getting the backpack off. orym using bait and switch to defend imogen and overall being a tiny tank. chet dying, coming back, and still going around to get imogen up. so many crits. fcg's hail mary.

they got her now, so there's no more shadow assassinations, and they won't be splitting attention when they come back to kill ludinus.

good riddance.

#critical role #cr spoilers #bell’s hells #otohan thull #cr meta

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hopefulromances · 3 months

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Could you write something for Jamie about his gf surprising him at an away match? 🫶🏻

THank you for requesting!! Super cute!!

This had to go perfect. All the time planning with Keeley to get seperate flights, separate car, all this secrecy and planning to avoid Jamie finding out any detail of the surprise.

It was Richmond's first game against Man City for the season. Last time Jamie had played against Man City it had been one of the greatest games of his career. Not only creating a beautiful assist for Colin but also scoring a solo goal himself, on a bum ankle no less.

For the first time, his mum would be coming with his stepfather, now that his father was in rehab. You were the only one who couldn't come. Or so he thought. So you had told him repeatedly.

"It would just be nice 'n all," he murmured, resting his head on your chest.

"I know, I know," you agreed, running your hands through his hair. It had gotten so long, he could almost pull it back into a ponytail. "I'm really sorry, I tried to get off."

"I know you did," he sighed. He was wrapped around you like a koala, face shoved into your chest. "Just would be nice."

And it was going to be nice. There was no way you would be missing this game.

You found Keeley at Will Call, decked out in Richmond gear, ribbons woven into your hair, Jamie's name and number on your back.

"Ah! Look at you!" Keeley shrieked as she saw you. "He is going to flip!"

"Thank you so much for all your help, Keels," You grinned and pulled her into a hug. "You're the best friend either of us could ask for."

"Alright, let's get you up to the booth."

Seeing the game from the booth was incredible. The view was perfect and there was booze within 10 ft. But the best part of the whole day was seeing Jamie play.

You'd seen him play before but everytime it took your breath away. He was always ten steps ahead of everyone else. Ten passes towards the goal that no one else was aware of. And god he looked good while doing it.

It was a stellar game, a great match ending in a 3-2 tie with Jamie scoring a beautiful goal during injury time. You'd burst out of your seat and cheered, joining the Richmond fans in the crowd in chanting his name! Jamie Tartt doo doo do do du doo!

You were there waiting for him in the hallway. There standing, hands clasped together in excitement as the lads came off the field, high on their victory. But when he saw you, the whole world stopped.

He rounded the corner, chatting with his arm around Sam when he spotted you. He froze, forcing Sam to stop as he followed Jamie gaze. You waved at him, shyly. Then he broke into the brightest grin and he bounded to wards you.

You opened your arms and let him scoop you up, spinning in circles.

"Jamie!" You cried, giggling in his arms. "You absolute genius."

He set you down just in time to pull you into a deep kiss. He was disgusting. Sweaty and gross after playing for 90 minutes on the field but, god, did he taste good.

"Thank you for coming," He breathed out. "Can't believe you're here."

"Did you really think I would miss this?" You assured him, pressing your forehead to his. "Never."

Jamie kissed you again, peppering your face with his lips. You laughed again, trying to duck away from him but you couldn't get far.

"And you look- fucking- mint- babe," he continued, pausing between each word to press another kiss to your face.

"Oi, Tartt!" Isaac called from the locker room. "Come get changed so we can fucking celebrate!"

Jamie looked over his shoulder. "I'll be right there."

He turned back to you, brushing your hair out of your face, like he still couldn't believe you were there.

"You'll come right? You're not gonna leave?" He checked, trying not to show his insecurity."

"I'm not going anywhere," you reassured him, pulling him back for one last kiss. "Now go get change, you fucking stink."

You pushed him away from you, laughing as he stumbled dramatically.

"Yes, ma'am!" He saluted you before scurrying back to the locker room, being met with cheers from the team.

Oh, god, you were glad he was yours.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #ted lasso #anonymous #hopefulromances requests

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kimingyuslover · 6 months

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WONWOO FIC RECS

scandal by @fantasyescapes17 (regency!au, fluff, angst, kinda enemies to lovers!au) pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4

The Viscount's sister with an enormous dowry, beauty and unmistakable talent- you began the London season as the most desired woman in any room. But Jeon Wonwoo (a man who would rather hide in the library than dance at a ball) was beyond your comprehension. Curiosity might have killed the cat, but it embroiled you into a scandal with a man you could never love.

the peephole by @rubyreduji (smut)

➥ wonwoo can’t stop thinking about how he wants to ruin his roommate, the peephole in his wall isn’t helping tamper those desires either

neurosurgery department by @taeyegu (fluff, angst, some humor, friends to lovers!au)

“if there is a nice person, please introduce him to me. sometimes like water, sometimes like fire. someone who can love me sincerely. i hope he is someone who is mature and faithful…” (introduce me a good person, joy)

getting closer (angst, smut, crime!au, Joker!Jeon Wonwoo x Chief Inspector!fem!reader) by @multi-kpop-fanfic

Summary: Four months. It has taken inspector Y/N L/N four months to get her hands on Jeon Wonwoo, the maniac, Joker-like criminal, who has thrown the city into total fear. The same criminal who has an obsession with the inspector, because she's the only one who can grant him his greatest wish. They need each other to fulfill their goals and there's only one way - by getting closer to each other, one last time.

bloodily safe by @starlightxsvt (psychological thriller? camgirl au, college au, smut)

synopsis ➳ you have a little secret. one you are desperately hiding. yet the boy you have a crush on has figured it out. now a game of cat and mouse has begun. how do you make it out alive?

game on by @starlightxsvt (pt. 2 of bloodily safe, smut)

synopsis ► ❝ there has not been a single uninteresting moment since you have started living with wonwoo. as halloween rolls around, things only get more riveting. ❞

twisted fate by @smileysuh (smut, some fluff, vampire!wonwoo, vampire hunter!reader, soulmate!au, enemies to lovers!au)

💙 preview. “He deserved it,” Wonwoo assures you, reaching out to grab you by the back of the neck, pulling you closer. He’s covered in blood, and he looks like a sexy, wild monster. But he’s your monster, and you can’t help but react, leaning in- “Jesus Christ,” you hear Jeonghan breathe, turning to give you and Wonwoo privacy while he presses his lips against yours hungrily. At first, you can try to ignore the wet liquid on your fingertips as you grab at his strong shoulders, but you can’t ignore the taste on his tongue. Your body goes rigid and Wonwoo pulls back with a sigh, resting his forehead against yours. It’s an oddly peaceful moment amongst the chaos.

anteric by @smileysuh (smut, friends to lovers!au, frat!au, fake dating!au, ft. mingyu)

💙 preview. when you bump into the guy that ghosted you, your model best friend and roommate, Mingyu, steps up to be your fake boyfriend for the night... and when the asshole is hired at your workplace, your other roommate, twitch gamer Wonwoo, is roped into the charade too - “polyamory exists dude, get over it.”

work husband by @rubyreduji (fluff, ft. mingyu, office!au)

summary: your two coworkers get a bit too involved in becoming your “work husband”

to my youth by @viastro (slice of life!au, smau, fluff, humor, angst)

ミ☆ synopsis: in a world where everyone finds out who loves them within a 10 meter radius through the app love alarm, confessing your feelings without the use of the app is no longer considered normal. however, you refuse to download it in hopes that you’ll be able to fall in love without being dependent on love alarm.

#seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #seventeen smau #wonwoo smau #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo smut #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo x reader #kml.recs

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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In desperate need of some more dad bucky 🥺

18+

Dad Bucky from A to Z, everything from sweet to sexy to some raw moments with daddy Bucky.

A - Always worried about you and his babies. When he’s away on missions, you can’t pull him away from facetime, he has to see you, he has to see his little ones. Sometimes he packs a few of their books with him so he can read them a bedtime story. Once their asleep and tucked in, he asks his beautiful babymama what she did all day, giving you all the kisses over the phone until he can see you again.

B - Baby fever. Seeing his chubby bubbas make’s his heart so full. After they start to walk and talk and run around, he can’t help but long for more little ones. When Sam comes around with his newborn nephew, Bucky can’t help but glance over at you bouncing your toddler on your hip. He wants to see you pregnant again, see another little Bucky running around. He loves cradling and soothing his babies, one more can’t hurt? Then your daughter was born. And then maybe another?

C - Cuddles. Daddy Bucky gives the best cuddles. He comes home, scoops his son ins his arms and snuggles him close to his chest. He kisses his head, making his way over to the crib where his baby girl is still sleeping. He carefully carries her in the other arm, smiling at the way she curls herself into him, seeking her daddy’s warmth. He listens to his son babble around his day while his daughter coos, chewing on his dog tags.

D - Disaster warning. It’s chaos when you leave him alone with the babies for too long, especially if the uncles are also involved. 10 ft high pillow forts. Ceiling high bubble baths. Potion making with all your lotions and shampoos. So many giggles, squeals and laughter. You only need to worry when it suddenly goes silent. Silence indicates something foolish is afoot.

E - Excited. No one was more excited than Bucky when he found out he was going to be a dad. He was cuddled up with your belly every night, kissing and rubbing it, talking to your baby until he fell asleep. He read up on everything he could, from how to take care of a new born to what not to say in the delivery room.

F - Fussy baby soother. No one has any idea what his secret is but he can soothe a fussy baby within seconds, cradling them in his strong warm arms, gently rocking them till they fall asleep. He now leaves back his sweaters hanging on his daughters crib and another for his son to snuggle with. He can’t help but laugh when you pout over how he didn’t leave you a sweater. To which he points out you already stole 90% of them. You were wearing his Henley.

G - Girl dad. He fucking loves it. He makes sure his babygirl gets to do everything she wants and he encourages her every step of the way. Matching princess Halloween costume? He’s getting an XXL sparkly blue dress to wear with her. Wants to learn to fight? He’s more than eager to get her a mini knife set. She want’s to fight like aunty Nat? He’s training with her in the big ring. A tiny cut on her knee? He’s kissing it all better. Bad dreams? He scares all the monsters away. He’s there to pick her up every step of the way.

H - Helpful. He hates that fucking word. Especially when others point out he’s so helpful with taking care of his kids. They’re his kids. He’s not just helping. He want’s to raise them alongside you and be there for everything, the good times and bad. He’s there to clean them and feed them, cuddle them and kiss them. He’s there for all their sporting events and school concerts. He’s there for everything with you, you and his babies are his family. It’s never just helping.

I - Insecure. He’s always worries his babies will stop loving him after they learn from about who he is. You reassure him all the time that it would never happen but he can’t help it. He loves them to death and sometimes it easts at him that they might be ashamed to have him as a father. Of course it never happens. They’re so proud of their daddy, he’s their hero and he’s also the coolest because he has a metal arm.

J - Jealous. Of that stupid body pillow you use when you’re pregnant. After your son was born, you put it away, deciding against throwing it because what if you needed it again...and you did. But Bucky wasn’t having any of it. If you needed a pillow to cuddle with, you could use him, the pillow was never to be seen again, even it’s remains are a mystery.

K - Kinky as hell. Ever since you had his babies, he can’t stop the way his brain goes right to your soft body, wanting to wreck and ruin it, making you cry on his cock over and over again. He discovers he loves your pretty boobs when your lactating. Something about seeing you feed your little ones makes him feral. It doesn’t take long for him to start sneaking in a few soft pecks. Harmless. Teasingly licking your nipples, playing it off like he didn’t cum in his pants moments ago just from thinking about you. Pretty soon, he’s across your lap, drinking from you while he plays with his cock in, making a mess all over himself and he’s never been more satisfied.

L - Lunch box expert. Also diaper bag expert. This is random but he’s the best at packing them. Probably from years of military experiences and his assassin training but he can fit all the snacks, main courses, juice boxes and treats in just a few seconds, zipping it up perfectly without anything bursting at the seams. He’s proud of his talent too and he’s smug about it the entire time while you narrow your eyes at him. You tried. You’re figuring it out. He’s happy to show off again.

M - MILF; you made him a daddy. It makes his heart so full. It has also made him insatiable over you. You are so sexy to him, the mother of his kids, your beautiful soul gave him his babies. Your perfect body carried his little ones. You’re so gorgeous to him and the fact that you had his babies has him unable to control himself around you.

N - Naughty. Begging to put another baby in you. His breeding kink it out, full force, he doesn’t even try to hide it. Whenever you’re near him, he manages to drag you away, whispering the dirtiest things in your ear about how full is cock is, how much cum he has to give you. He doesn’t want to waste it, it wants to stuff you with it, put another baby in you. He always finds subtle ways to grind on you or rub his boner on you letting you know exactly how bad he needs it. If he can’t get it, he has his hands around his cock instead, dreaming about your cunt leaking with his seed, stuffing it back in with his fingers. During the few times you caught him playing with himself, he made you lick him clean, spanking you for making him waste his load. Of course he pumps you full mere minutes later.

O - Overly protective. Which is to be expected. He finally has the family he’s always dreamed of and while it makes him incredibly happy, he can’t help but worry almost constantly. He’s always worried someone might hurt you or his babies because of who he is. Then there’s also the silly little things he’s protective over. Babyproofed everything. Even the baby items that came babyproofed. And when that wasn’t good enough, he had Tony and Bruce look it over, making sure it was ultra safe. Turned out to be a good call; Steve Jr. has his daddy’s super strength early on and escapes his crib the second you turn away. He’s living up to his God father’s name with his recklessness.

P - Personal pillow. He’s everyone’s pillow. Your babies love you but cuddles with daddy are what put them to sleep immediately. You can’t even be jealous about it because you feel the same way. His chest is the most comforting place to sleep on. Warm. His steady heart beat puts you right to sleep. His babies coo and nuzzle into his arms, grasping his dog tags while they close their eyes and snuggle. Best. Sleep. Ever.

Q - Quest to be the best daddy and husband ever. He doesn’t care about anything else. His main focus is keeping you and little Steve and Becca happy. He doesn’t forget about having date nights with you; if anything he’s even more romantic now that ever before. He neve forgets to bring you flowers just cause, and massaging you just to see you relax. He makes sure he’s there for everything; teaching the babies how to walk, spoiling them, making sure the whole world knows his world revolves around the three of you.

R - Running. He’s always running. Especially after baby Steve. He doesn’t get how something so tiny can have so much energy. Granted, he’s enhanced but still. How did this kid take after his uncles ridiculous behavior too. Bucky isn’t exhausted from a lack of sleep. He’s exhausted from catching his son tossing knives. Attempting to jump of just about any high surface. Being unable to find him during hide and seek. Thankfully your daughter takes after you and doesn’t have a constant death wish.

S - Story telling expert. Obviously. He’s been telling his babies stories from before they were born, he spend every night of your pregnancy whispering against your skin. Nothing ever changes. Doesn’t matter how old they are, they always go to daddy for stories.

T - Time outs. For a sergeant, he isn’t great at giving time outs. He does but his heart breaks a little when his son and daughter give him puppy eyes. He then snorts because he knows they got it from him. It’s the same look he gives you when he knows he messed up. In all fairness, its a very convincing pout but he’s getting used to bypassing it by not making direct eye contact.

U - Uncle Bucky. Bucky snorts when he sees Stevie Jr come down his his captain America Halloween costume, a tiny shield in hand while he pulls along his sister, who has on a pair of wings and goggles just like her Uncle Sam. Bucky shakes his head until Steve tells Bucky to look at who his little punk dressed up as; little James coming running to join his friends, wearing a tiny black leather jacket, dark grey and gold left arm and black combat boots. “I look like uncle Bucky” He jumps up and down, grinning when Bucky scoops up his God son in his arms, ruffling his hair.

V - Voice of an angel. Which you didn’t know about until you heard his soft voice coming from the nursey after he came back from a mission. He always showers, kisses you gently without waking you before making his way over to see his little ones. He rocks them in his arms, singing softly to them to keep them asleep. Sometimes they’re lullabies. Sometimes songs from the 40s. He blushed furiously the first time you walked in on him. He’s so shy, his voice becomes a whisper for a while. But when you ask him to sing to you too, how can he say no to his babydoll. He loves holding you to his chest, rubbing your back and singing softly to you too, easing you right into dreamland.

W - Writes and documents everything. He never wants to forget. He knows what that’s like and he doesn’t ever want to lose the memories he has with his family. He starts a new diary full of happy memories, birth dates, first steps, first tooth, first words. He writes down whatever he can remember with all the little details. It brings him so much comfort when he’s away on missions. It reminds him that he has something worth fighting for and that love is waiting for him at home.

X - X ray; Steve’s first broken bone from something ridiculous. It’s not a big deal, a fractured arm but for once Bucky finally understands how stressed you feel when he gets injured, coming home battered and bleeding claiming he was hardly scratched. He can’t help but nearly cry when his son requests the cast to be dark grey, adding his own little gold accents with a marker, running around proudly saying he looks just like dad. Bucky nearly has a stroke when Becca almost yeets herself off the couch so she can have a cool cast that looks like daddy’s arm too.

Y - Your safe space. You both wanted a family but of course you’re learning together. You have doubts. So does he. He’s always there to reassure you, you’re the best mama to your babies. You’ve always been his safe space and he’s happy he can give you the same. He makes sure his kids know they can always come to him. and they do. First win, first crush, first relationship, first break up, first heart break. All of it. He’s there.

Z - Zippy; the name of your new pet hamster both kids insisted you get. Bucky is best friends with him now, mostly because he takes care of him the most. You’ve definitely caught Bucky just hanging out with the hamster on more than one occasion. The kids are a little jealous but theres no doubt Bucky and the hamster share the deepest connection. There’s no other reason you should walk in on Bucky reading a book while Zippy sits on your side table with a pile of sunflower seeds to keep him happy.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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WIBTA for giving my coworker a "personal hygiene kit"?

I noticed someone before send an ask abt a coworker who smells (no it wasn't me). My situation is similar.

I'll try to keep this short, but I have a coworker who just simply reeks and is generally unwashed. I get complaints from customers all the time about it, and the manager has spoken with her at least twice now. She's a nice person, and I have nothing against her personally, but it's hard to be within 10 ft of her.

Normally I'd just try and avoid her since it can't really be helped, but that's the issue. I work at a small franchise in the beauty industry, which means that a. The store is small, so she fills up the store with her odor, and b. Looks and presentation are very important since we have to display and use the products we sell. (Without revealing too much, I work at a wholesale salon supplier. We basically sell all the hair and some body products cosmetologists need for their clients.)

Both my other coworker and I (there's only 4 of us including the manager) have approached the manager about it, and to her credit she's attempted to handle it twice. But it hasn't actually changed anything.

I was thinking that instead of just telling her (bc I'm sure she hears about it elsewhere) that she needs to take better care of herself (which admittedly is rude), I can give her a little kit that includes some shampoo/conditioner and brush/comb from the shop, as well as some soap and most importantly deodorant.

I'd hate to come across as passive aggressive, but the manager has mentioned before that if something doesn't change, she could very well be fired. She's a hard worker and she's perfectly fine in terms of character, and I do feel bad for her if she has some condition like Bromhidrosis. I also know that depression and related issues can lead to a lack of care for hygiene. I'm not one to disregard other's medical conditions, physical or mental, but unfortunately due to the industry hygiene is a must.

So, WIBTA if I attempted to take matters into my own hands and helped kickstart better hygiene habits, so to speak?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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thetravelingegg · 3 months

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Hello! We are happy that you have chosen to become a crew member of the Lost Light. Before you get started there are some rules you must follow to ensure your safety for the duration of the journey.

Rules for the Lost Light:

1. If you see a yellow briefcase, don’t touch it and immediately notify Ultra Magnus of its whereabouts.

2. Do not, for any reason, be within 50 ft of the engine during takeoff. If you ignore this rule then we are not responsible for what happens to you.

3. If you are in the engine room and you hear a voice whispering “kill me”, you’re imagining things. Do not tell anyone else about it.

4. If you hear a really loud BOOM, do not initiate your transformation cog and make your way to the medibay.

5. If suddenly all of the lights turn off, lock all doors and don’t leave the room. Try to make as little noise as possible and do not attempt to turn on any lights. Don’t let any unfamiliar bots inside the room. DO NOT let him see you.

6. If at any point on this journey you find corpses with these characteristics, it is imperative that you immediately notify your captains and leave the area:

- Missing T-cog

- Processor in it’s mouth

- A face covered in puncture marks

- Has been electrocuted to death

- Has been grounded up

7. If you ever hear someone singing or humming the song The Empurean Suite nearby, IMMEDIATELY leave the area. Do whatever you need to do to get away. Anything is better than letting them catch you.

8. Don’t sing or hum The Empyrean Suite.

9. There are scraplets in the oil reservoir. Don’t worry she is mostly domesticated and will not harm you unless it is her feeding time. Do not swim in the reservoir at the times of 10:00 and 25:00

10. The Lost Light has no psychiatrist. If a mech with a grey mouthpiece claims to be one and proposes having sessions with him, do not agree and immediately notify your captains.

11. If you are looking old Lost Light footage or logs and you see any mention of an orange and white bot with glasses and a spark window, named Rung, occupation: psychiatrist, immediately cease looking at the document and give it to the ships archivist Rewind. This mech does not exist. The Lost Light has no psychiatrist.

12. If someone leaves and then comes back acting strangely and with fresh puncture wounds in the nape of their neck, immediately notify your captains.

#mtmte #rules horror #horror #spoilers #the timeline is messed up just ignore it #overlord #sunder #the djd #Froid #rung #transformers idw #mnemosurgery #whirl’s scraplets #maccadam

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raviollies · 4 months

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Vampire world biology rambling ft. Lorelai

Vampires "live" through the interaction of necrotic energy allowing them to ambulate. For this reason, despite the common misconception, vampires do have a heartbeat, it is however extremely slow, most accurately being compared to an Agonal rhythm (around 10 BPM), purely for the sake of circulating this energy through the vehicle of blood. Since most of the vampires organs have atrophied (their digestive, reproductive and renal systems), blood circulation is purely to facilitate the energy reaching all extremities and to discourage blood pooling, and causing swelling.

Since their digestive tracts are atrophied, vampires cannot digest food, and have to get their "nutrition" through liquid means. In order to replenish their unique homeostasis, they must consume the living force of other creatures, the more intelligent creatures leading to a much better ratio of blood to potential energy. Sickness, age, lifestyle and nutrition affect the potential energy that can be found within an organism, thus vampires typically seek out younger, healthier individuals, but rarely children due to their small size. Because of this, vampires do not need to feed as regularly if they consume blood from sapient, and go several days up to weeks without feeding (Akin to reptiles).

As such, since the vampire cannot eat meat to consume the energy, they must stick to bodily fluids, the easiest and easiest to replenish being blood, but things like CFS would also work. Occasionally starving vampires eat meat in desperation, but that is a lost cause as, they are forced to regurgitate it as they cannot digest it (Like Owl pellets). This usually only happens to 'feral vampires' - so lost in their hunger they step over their inhibitions and cave into pure instinct to get *something* to fill their belly.

Another system, while not fully atrophied, but heavily impacted is the nervous system causing vampires to experience Analgesia (Lack of Pain). They can feel sensations, however they are extremely muted. To feel cold a vampire must be in extremely freezing conditions, to feel warm they must be quite close to a flame, to feel pain they must sustain heavy damage etc.etc. This has an adverse effect on the psyche, and it is quite common for vampires to experience depression upon becoming undead.

But just because their body is dead does not mean it is impervious to damage. Their regenerative properties are part to none - Vampires still have to care for their bodies just as much as mortals, as due to their lack of an immune system, while they cannot fall ill, their body can still house fungi or bacteria that promote decomposition which while not a death sentence, is a promise of a painful and gruesome future.

In the sun, vampires burn, but not akin to a thermal burn, but rather chemical burn. There is no flame, but the sizzling of flesh, due to a unique interaction of necrotic forces and sunlight. As long as there is no direct sunlight on exposed flesh, the vampire can walk in the sun, however such a feat is quite difficult as it would involve covering ever single inch of your skin, most likely outing yourself as undead -hence why most prefer to simply rest during the day. Sunlight and holy forces are the only things that can scar a vampire.

How does Lorelai deal with the above?

Lorelai is still very young as far as Vampires go, only being one for several years, so many of the psychological long term effects remain a mystery to her.

She does require regular consumption of blood but she is acutely aware that by biting her companions, she would be putting them at a disadvantage for her own...he avoids it as much as possible (Only on extremely rare occasions will she feed from the wrist - never the neck because she finds that too intimate but that's for another post). Whenever the party buys ingredients for food, they also buy Pig's blood for her - a fairly innocuous and easy to acquire ingredient. When hunting, she is given time before the animal is butchered to drink. Since she mostly drinks of animals, she has to feed much more frequently, so it's common for her to be having her 'food' along with the party for dinner nightly.

She always had a soft spot for various fruits, with mangos being her favourite, so she indulges in tiny quantities of mango juice on special occasions.

Lorelai does feel the temperature difference very acutely, as I mention before she enjoys staying in her bat form to warm up by the fire or in various people's beds due to the much smaller size of body. She is fine without the cold.

She does have a lot of issues as I went over here about Analgesia, and how it impacts how she feels pleasure as well - so she is working through that, but she misses the positive sensations of when she was alive, feeling something soft or fluffy. To hold a warm cup. She however is not one of those people that wax poetically about how even pain she misses.

In general Lorelai isn't...someone that hates being a Vampire. Ultimately she wouldn't go back. She doesn't mind being tied to the night than the day, after all, most people rest during the night and miss the things that happen there (and with Raha only needing 4 hours of sleep and Blythe not needing sleep at all, she doesn't feel lonely). She enjoys that she feels full of energy at all times, that she can't get hurt as easily, that she is free to do what she wants. Vampirism to her was...the open door to freedom, to acceptance of what she wanted to do. She'd never want to go back (even if Raha continues to search for a cure for her. Even if she doesn't take it...at least this time she can make the choice to stay a Vampire)

#lorelai #hi im wordy #but vampire biology has been kinda on my mind for a while

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rowretro · 4 months

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𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

✧PROLOGUE✧

Babe lee, she's the new transfer student. So many students were already gossiping about this new student... she has a motorbike, she smokes, and her skirt is so short... but she has style.

"Hi- im the new transfer- Babe, ooh I love your hair by the way you're so pretty!" Babe smiled sweetly. Her words were genuine, and the girl was quite stunned by Babe's compliments as she thanked her and led her to the principal's office.

Babe lee, she's the new transfer student. So many students have started loving her though it's only been a week since she joined... She's a sweetheart, she's funny and cute, she may not be the prettiest of all, but she still is pretty, she's inclusive, always making a strangers day, and she was always kind... Too kind...

7 boys, Enhypen they named themself, Sons of the most biggest Mob bosses known in history. Taking after their fathers, they're a loyal group of broken boys, handsome, dangerous mafia boys. Girls can simp for them, only from afar... in fact some even got the chance to sleep with a few of them, given that some of them are playboys...

Lee Heeseung, the oldest of the group was one of the biggest playboys like Jake and Sunoo. Sunghoon loved to flirt a little here and there, but never liked the idea of sleeping with those girls he considered himself to be too good for.

Nishimura Riki, Yang Jungwon and Park Jongseong, the most violent and merciless of the group. They'd openly murder enemies and get away with it given their power. Oh you do not want to get in trouble with the boys... every area within 10 ft of their appearance is corrupt and dangerous.

It all started in art class when Babe Lee offered on of her cherry lollipops with a sweet smile to the Nishimura Riki.... the most violent of all the boys. His dark eyes, piercing into hers...

Not one soul ever approached the boys, only the slutty ones, but they would never dare to even look in Riki or Jungwon's way....

But for the first time... a sweet little girl is standing there before him offering a heart-shaped cherry lollipop. "Woah- im jealous- I wish I had pretty lips like yours- has anyone ever told you you're handsome?! Im Babe im new here and I sit next to you in art" the girl smiled introducing herself.

With a creepy smirk, and his eyes, lacking any sort of warmth, he took the lollipop "Riki." he introduced himself quite simply.

Since then... things took a turn into a dark road....

✧𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗✧

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mbakuetshurisprincess · 1 year

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The Garden

AN: Okay wow did not expect to have this many people like the sneak peek of this fic so THANK YOU! I’ve had this account since 2018 so to anyone whose been here since then, I commend you, my writing was pretty bad back then LMAO! This is literally the longest fic I’ve ever written so that's cool. I super enjoyed this Shuri and would love to write more versions of her in the future. If you have any requests, my asks are on. If not just dm me fr fr, i love inspo. Player!Shuri may or may not be in the works, so yeah. And in all honesty I don’t know what the timing of this one is within the MCU.

Summary: Princess Shuri requests your company on a trip to “The Garden”, a secret area the two of you created as teens.

Pairing: Shuri x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of drug use (weed), kissing.

Word count: 3,635

Suggested listening: Nothing Even Matters by Lauren Hill ft. D'Angelo

The soft buzzing of your kimoyo beads stirred you out of the deep sleep you were in. When the buzzing didn’t wake you immediately, the sensation was turned up and the vibration shook your wrist. You knew there was only one person who could engineer your kimoyo beads to function like that: Shuri.

Knowing that she wouldn’t stop her assault on your wrist, you sat up in bed and answered her call.

“Oh Y/N, good you’re finally awake!” Shuri stated with a slick smile as her holographic body shot up from the beads.

“When did you even have time to do that, Shuri? I’m with you always and you make sure I never take this off.” You mused as you rubbed some sleep out of your eyes.

“That’s not for you to worry about!” She flashed that smile at you again and you felt the familiar tug at your heart.

You loved her smile. It was one of your favorite things about her, and she knew it. Whenever she needed something from you like a model to test out new adaptations for the Dora Milaje’s gear or begging you to spend the night with her even though your room was less than 10 steps from hers. She would flash that smile and instantly get whatever she wanted from you.

She caught wind of the way you were looking at her and sent a wink your way. “Since you're awake, may I come in?”

“I don’t know why you insist on asking, especially when you know I never say no.” You said through a yawn. You got up out of bed and walked over to the door peeking through the wall that led to Shuri’s room.

The two of you had lived like this since you were young teens. Your mother served as Queen Ramonda’s personal guard, hand-picked by King T’Chaka until her accidental death during a routine training drill that you unfortunately witnessed. Your father, grief-struck, took his own life and it left you without anyone else in the world.

Queen Ramonda decided that for your mental health it was best to maintain as much of the reality that you knew and so at 16, you moved in with the royal family. Getting a bedroom built right next to Shuri’s that connected via a doorway. It worked out because you and Princess Shuri were already close friends; having spent childhood running around the palace walls and pestering the cooks for sweets. And spent most of adolescence obsessing over American culture and new trends together.

You and T’Challa quickly formed a sibling dynamic similar to the one he had with Shuri and he felt just as protective of you as he did of her. Your dynamic with Shuri, that was different. As young girls you both valued and enjoyed each other's company, it was often regarded that if you saw one of you, the other had to be close behind.

It wasn’t until you moved in, that the nightmares started. Reliving the memory of your mother's death every night in your dreams left you screaming in your sleep, loud enough for even Queen Mother to hear it from her chambers. But before she could get there, she always found Shuri comforting you. She could still remember the first time she found the two of you like that.

Shuri was sitting on the edge of your bed calmly speaking to you as she stroked your cheek gently. “It’s me Y/N, it's Shuri. You’re okay, you’re safe, I’m here.” The two of you couldn’t have been but 17 and 16.

When you awoke and tears sprung from your eyes, Shuri just pulled you into her and soothed you as she gently rubbed your back. When Queen Mother returned to her chambers she awoke her husband and told him that there was no need to worry about who Shuri would end up with and that Bast had been kind and blessed them with two daughters.

Now at 21 and 20, the Queen's words seemed to ring ever true. While neither of you claimed to be in a relationship, everyone in the palace (and in all of Wakanda for that matter) knew that it was more than platonic love shared between you two. Shuri had never courted anyone and neither had you, and nobody ever questioned it. You knew many people lusted after Princess Shuri but you never questioned where her loyalties lay. You were the one who was with her when she learned of her father's death and you supported her throughout the entire mourning process as you both grieved. You were each other's person no doubt about it.

Shuri hung up the call and walked into your bedroom, flopping right onto your bed. You chuckled as she snuggled deep within your covers, it was normal for her to do that, and expected that you would join her.

You scrolled through the notifications on your kimoyo beads much to Shuri’s dismay as you heard her kiss her teeth. One of her signals that she wasn’t getting the attention from you that she wanted.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” You murmured as you walked towards your bed and sat down on the edge. Your tiny brown sleep shorts and matching cami shirt gave Shuri the perfect view of your back. She admired the two dimples in your back that sat just above your ass and the way that your curves fit your body just right. Her eyes trailed up your back, and your curly hair was pulled up into a pineapple for maximum convenience while you slept, giving Shuri a view of your neck. She couldn’t stand you being so close to her and not touching so she wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you back into her.

You took the hint, got under the covers, and finally laid on your back staring straight up at the ceiling. Shuri’s hand snaked down to find yours and interlaced your fingers in hers. Bringing them to her mouth so she could kiss your hand.

“So, what did you have planned for today, my princess?” You asked with a light giggle as she peppered kisses all over your hand.

“I was thinking,” She said once she had finished “That we go over to the garden and spend the day there today.” She turned to face you anticipating your response.

You turned your head to face her and shot her a “Are you crazy?” look.

The garden was a secret project you, but mostly Shuri had started when you were in your final years of school. After watching the Young and Wild and Free music video, the two of you decided it couldn’t be that hard to grow your own weed here in Wakanda. You tested it all inside of a small house that had once belonged to the gardener but had been long abandoned. It only took a few months and the two of you had grown enough to harvest and test.

And test you did!

Being both of your first times the effects were immediate and apparent, but both of you enjoyed the mood it put you in. Shuri enjoyed how it allowed you to open up to her and her the same to you, many of your most vulnerable conversations were held in the garden. For a year the two of you spent damn near every weekend sneaking off into the garden to light up and talk before going on a movie marathon.

Years later and the tradition had faded. You knew Shuri still maintained the garden and used it occasionally but you only went out there when Shuri dragged you out. The last time was over a month ago and it ended with the two of you being questioned for a long time by T’Challa, insisting that of course, you two were not high. The conversation ended with T’Challa saying that the two of you were terrible liars, which only led to a giggle fit ensuing.

“Do you not remember the last time?” You demanded with a roll of your eyes “What if we get caught by Queen Mother this time?”

Shuri laughed “We are grown! Mother can only say so much, we are our own people sthandwa!”

You let out a groan in response, she knew how much you loved when she called you that.

“Come on, you know you want to come to hang out and relax with me. Do it for your princess.” She commanded with her same trademark smile.

“Fine! But Shuri, I’m not helping you roll anything! You have to do all the work since you want it so badly.” You retorted as you stood up from the bed. You walked over to your closet and looked for something to wear.

“I don’t even know why you would say that, you never roll anyway.” Shuri spoke quietly to herself with a small laugh.

“What did you say?” You called from inside the closet.

“Nothing sthandwa! Get dressed!” She called back with a smirk.

You decided on one of Shuri’s oversized hoodies (that fit you more like a normal hoodie) with a black skin-tight shirt, a pair of black leggings, and a small cross-body bag that held your film camera to wear. So the two of you started your walk down the back palace steps towards the garden. As you walked you admired Shuri’s outfit. She had recently become a fan of American tracksuits so today she wore gray sweatpants with a matching gray zip-up jacket. Under the jacket, she wore a form-fitting t-shirt that accentuated her slender slightly muscular figure. Her short curly hair was styled up as normal and you admired how this new haircut suited her face so well.

She looked edible.

As you two approached the small garden house, Shuri broke the comfortable silence that had developed.

“I’ve made some new improvements to our little getaway, I hope you like them sthandwa.” Shuri held open the door for you and you walked in.

Where once the walls were lined with movie posters and American logos from companies like Pringles, KFC, and Budweiser; they’re now covered with album sleeves from the two of your favorite records. Covers from Stevie Wonder, Lauryn Hill, and Gregory Porter all the way to recent favorites like Noname, Mavi, and Frank Ocean. You walked deeper into the room and noticed where bean bags and a couch that had seen better days once sat, a new couch (big enough to be mistaken for a bed) and a hammock installed into the ceiling now resided.

You had regarded on your last trip that the place had started to remind you of your joined teen years and Shuri being the girl she was decided that meant it was time for a rebrand.

“Shuriiii!!!!” You gushed “This is too much! When did you have the time to do all of this!?” You ran into her open arms and squeezed her tightly. Shuri smiled and wrapped her arms around you.

You pulled your head off her chest to look up at her as she spoke. “I wanted it to be a space for us again and we don’t have to just smoke here either. I moved all of the plants downstairs and created a new filtration system so it will never smell like smoke and-”

You cut her off by placing a kiss on her lips. She moved her hands to cup your face trying to deepen the kiss. She loved the taste of your lips, the way they parted to let hers in, the way your tongue always battled with hers for dominance knowing it was never a battle you were going to win.

You pulled away from the kiss, a deep red color staining your chocolate skin, she made you blush every time she kissed you and it made her proud to see how breathless she left you.

“Thank you Shuri, I really mean it.”

“You kiss me like that again, we’re not going to leave here for days.” Shuri mused as she quickly swiped her thumb across your plump bottom lip. Your deep brown eyes caught hers and her gaze held you there like that as she looked down upon you with enamored eyes.

You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth and bit it lightly. You hated the way Shuri could get you like this so easily. With just a few words or a persistent look, you turned to putty in her hands. Shuri however adored you like this, the way you were so drunk on lust that you listened to every word she said and followed her directions with little pushback.

You tried to turn away and break eye contact but Shuri caught your chin before you could move. She placed a delicate kiss on your lips before speaking.

“Go sit on the couch, make yourself at home. I’m going to get everything ready, you can connect to the speakers via bluetooth; the name is Y/N.” She let go of your face and left you standing there speechless as she started rummaging through drawers looking for the materials she needed.

“Damn you Shuri.” You thought as you walked over to the square-shaped couch, pulled off your bag, took out your camera, and plopped down making yourself comfortable. You pulled up the bluetooth settings and clicked connect on the one named after you. You kicked your slippers off and tucked your feet underneath you as you figured out what album to pick. You settled instead on the “To Y/N, with love” playlist, the playlist she had made for you years ago that still received monthly updates.

Shuri chuckled as the sounds of Nothing Even Matters by Lauryn Hill rang out through the speakers. She knew how much you loved music when she made you the playlist but hadn’t anticipated how much you would listen to the playlist. When you first noticed she had updated it, you nearly fell out; loving all the new music she added.

“You’re still listening to this old thing?” Shuri asked as she plopped down next to you, she held in her hands a rolling tray, a lighter, and two mason jars filled with herbs and weed respectively, a joint tucked between her lips.

You just hummed along to the words and smiled as you sang to her.

“Now the skies could fall. Not even if my boss should call. The world it seems so very small-”

She finished the line for you.

“Cause nothing even matters, at all. See nothing even matters.”

She took the joint from between her lips and handed it to you. You took it and after examining it for a second you placed it between your lips. Shuri leaned over into your personal space and sparked the lighter bringing it up to the joint and lighting it. You gazed at Shuri through the fire and felt a similar feeling inside of your gut as the two of you made eye contact. You pulled in deeply, allowing the smoke that was invading your mouth to travel directly to your lungs. Shuri pulled the lighter away when she was sure the joint would stay lit but didn’t break eye contact. You couldn’t handle the way she was looking at you, desire plain across her face so you pulled away as you removed the joint from your mouth, turned your head away, and exhaled. Releasing all the smoke in your lungs.

This caused Shuri to smirk, you were always so innocent, she could read you like a book. The way your thighs squeezed together when she held her hand on them for too long or the way you could never hold eye contact. She knew what she did to you and was fully planning to keep it up.

Shuri pulled a paper out of the pack she had and started opening the mason jars that contained her herbs. A comfortable silence had developed between the two of you, as you hit the joint and you both hummed along to Montego Bae by Noname. Shuri was the first to break the silence.

“One of your children asked me when me and you were going to be “princesses together?” when I stopped down to visit yesterday.”

You looked over at Shuri and let out a large laugh “What?”

You knew generally what Shuri was referring to; the orphanage that you volunteered in part-time was located just outside of the palace walls. Queen Mother thought it best for you to have something to occupy your time since Shuri spent large chunks of time in her lab and time away from each other was the key to a healthy relationship. The idea to work in the orphanage came to you after you spent the afternoon with the children, taking photos for the local newspaper. You came that first day and had never left; it made you feel good to help the children, knowing Queen Mother was the only reason you didn’t end up there.

“Mhm.” Shuri nodded, you noticed her hands that were beginning the careful process of rolling. This part always made you admire Shuri, her attention to detail and meticulous technique was a work of art. She looked so beautiful concentrating like that, you reached into your bag, grabbed your camera, and snapped a photo of her.

“It was Adah wasn't it?” You asked with a chuckle as you tucked your camera next to you.

While Shuri didn’t visit the orphanage with you frequently, whenever she did the first person to greet her was Adah. When Shuri wasn’t there Adah normally clung to your side during your daily work and generally kept quiet; preferring to see how the other kids played than actually playing herself. But when Shuri turned up, another side of Adah came out and she shed her shy exterior. Running around, dragging Shuri to and from activities and crafts, determined to show the princess a good time.

The whole of Wakanda was aware of your special relationship with Shuri, the children included. The difference between the two was that children didn’t have the social politeness to know not to ask about when the two of you were going to make it official, official.

Shuri just nodded as she brought her tongue to the paper, swiping it across to dampen the paper. She knew your eyes were following her tongue but let you slide this time without a sly remark. She finished rolling the joint and placed it on the coffee table.

You took another hit, feeling the effects of this new strain throughout your whole body before passing it to Shuri

“I keep telling them they can’t just ask when someone’s getting married.” You said with a playful kiss of your teeth.

Shuri took a deep pull of the joint and looked over at you. “I told her that we would be married within the next three years.”

“You said WHAT?” You shot up straight off of the couch and stood in front of Shuri. “You told my Adah we were to be married within the next three WHAT?”

Shuri simply laughed and took another hit of the joint. “I don’t see a problem with what I said sthandwa. We will be married within the next three years, no?”

“Have the chemicals that you deal with in the lab finally knocked something lose up there??” You playfully tapped on the side of her forehead with your fingers.

“Aht-” Shuri swatted your hand away with her free hand, and she took another hit. “I don’t get what's so wrong with what I said, we will be married within the next three years and have kids within the next five years. What's so insane about what I said?”

“Oh, you’ve lost your GODDAMN MIND Shuri Udaku!” You threw your hands up in disbelief and turned to walk away from Shuri.

“She must have lost it!” You thought to yourself. “Before she asks me to be her girlfriend she declares me her wife?” Truthfully you didn’t have a problem with marrying Shuri, that wasn’t the problem. But to have her declare so matter of factly without consulting you, that gave you a little bit of irritation.

Shuri used the opportunity of your back turning slightly to her as you walked away to grab one of your arms, pulling you closer and forcing you off balance. She used her newfound leverage to pull you into her lap, putting you face to face with her. Her free hand found its way to the top of your thigh and she rubbed lightly sending butterflies throughout your body. You were used to being in this position, it was one of Shuri’s favorites. She said it gave her a perfect view of your beautiful face while still satisfying her need for physical touch.

“Do you not want to be my wife sthandwa?” Shuri asked in a sultry voice, bringing the end of the joint to your lips allowing you to take the last hit.

You turned your head away from her to not release the smoke into her face, but even once you finished you kept your eyes from hers. It was all too much right now, the weed, the way Shuri switched her tone of voice and her hand that was gently rubbing the top of your thigh. Too much to be able to focus on this conversation right now.

Shuri placed the finished joint on the coffee table and grabbed your chin with her first three fingers, allowing her thumb to rest on your cheek and stroke it gently.

“Look at me.”

You obliged her request and made eye contact with the princess, her brown eyes were low and addicting to stare at.

“Be my wife Y/N.”

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a-z prompt (SFW) | b. bradshaw

synopsis: the SFW alphabet prompt ft. rooster

note: first fic let's gooo !! always love doing these prompts to process the character. no warnings other than a few curse words. i did my best to keep this gender neutral!! likes, comments, & reblogs are always appreciated xx (send a message to be put on the taglist for future fics!)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Rooster is a man raised by his mother. He knows how to treat a woman. At work it’s all about him, it has to be. He has too much on his plate to day dream. He is all about being the professional pilot. When he’s home? All hands on deck. This man follows you around like a lost puppy dog. He’s constantly reminding you how much he cares about you and how much he loves you. He never wants you to wonder how he feels. You’re the best thing in his life, and his only wish is that you’re taken care of.

Car trouble? He’s working on it. Something in the house broke? He’s grabbing his tool belt and going to town. He likes to take care of you. There is no limit to money he would spend to ensure you have everything you possibly need. He particularly goes crazy before he leaves for missions. He refuses to leave you with anything that needs done. Your fridge is stocked, car in perfect condition, and even extra money for your hobbies and anything else you may need.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Rooster is the best friend anyone could have. He’s fun and adventurous, always there to help you out when you need a friendly face. He’s got a joke on deck to lighten the mood. He’s also protective, once you’re marked as a friend he always ensures that you’re protected from harm. Being his goofy self you’ll end up with several different nicknames that he creates from jokes and memories. He’s very annoying about reminding you of an embarrassing situation that he found particularly hilarious. For a potential relationship, he likes to start being friends first. Ultimately, his partner is his best friend. He has to know that you can be friends first in order for it to work. He has to see that you won’t gossip behind his back and spread his business, and that you’re not only in it for perks.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

This man is a koala. As long as he’s completely attached to you he’s happy. His favorite is to lay behind you on the couch, watching the latest netflix show that the two of you have started. You’re completely engulfed within the limbs of the mustached man. 9 times out of 10 he falls asleep, lightly snoring behind your ear and completely dead to the world. You always have to catch him up later.

Before bed he’s laying ontop of you, barely allowing you to breathe. He likes to feel your nails raking his back and rubbing the tired skin. Any time you stop he’s whining for you to continue. As he gets more sleepy he slides to the side, pulling you in to tuck into his chest. He likes to feel your breathing against his neck to help lull him to sleep. The last thing he feels before a deep sleep is your lips and breathing against him, and his hand pressed firmly to your back to keep you in position. Whenever you break apart during the night you’re slightly awoken to him pulling you back to him. He whips his arm around your waist and tugs as hard as he can.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Rooster has always dreamed of having a stable home life. His mother had always told him stories of her life with Goose. The couple were clearly madly in love. Rooster always kept that in the back of his mind. He hoped that he could one day recreate that with his own partner. That idea did not hold much importance as he worked his way through school and his time in the academy. However, once he found his place in Top Gun the need for domestication hit him like a truck. He loved the thought of having someone to come home to after stressful days.Someone to share a home with.

He got exactly what he wanted. A nice home not far from his work place, its porch decorated for every season. Someone waiting for him to pull in the drive in the late afternoons. He ate it up. Sundays were used for cleaning days - blasting a random playlist and getting to work on anything that needed sprucing up. Breakfast was a daily occurrence, as well as dinner. There was a small chalkboard menu hanging in the kitchen he would help you fill out every week of what was planned for dinners. Grocery store trips that were somehow fun and lighthearted.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Ending a relationship is hard. Having to accept a relationship is ending is even harder. Rooster will do anything possible to save it. He’ll talk about all problems and do every solution he can think of. The truth is that he probably was too busy. He would feel terrible for being away from home, being in dangerous situations all the time. It takes a toll on him, he could only imagine that it affected you just as much.

He would sit you down and explain why it wasn’t working and how sorry he was that he couldn’t care for you like he wanted to. It would be a crying session with snot and sobs. He would insist on remaining friends, not wanting you away from him completely. However breaking up is his absolute last option.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Rooster isn’t in any rush. He likes the life that the two of you have. He’s monogamous and happy. He does have plans to propose, but the planning stresses him out. Does it do it over dinner? What if you don’t like the ring? What if you say no? There are so many things that swim around in his head, and it’s easy for him to get overwhelmed. He has a deep seeded fear of people leaving. He’s not sure he could make it if you decided you were moving too fast in the relationship.

With that being said, he has had chats with Bob about rings and ideas. Surprisingly, Bob gives great advice on ring shapes and proposal places. Bob does his best to reassure his friend that everything would be fine and you would most definitely say yes. He’s helped his friend Rooster pick out wedding colors and venues, preparing the idea of marriage. It’s a conversation the two have when Rooster gets relationship anxiety.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, he is the softest man alive. He touches you so gently, as if you’re made of glass. He makes sure that he’s not hugging you too hard or messing around too intensely. He likes to playfully punch your arm, although he doesn’t realize his own strength. If you let out a yelp he is instantly apologizing, rubbing the place where his knuckles previously were. “Shit, babe, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to.” He gives you strong puppy eyes to forgive him, even though you weren’t mad in the first place. He’ll continuously ask if you’re okay, no matter how many times you reassure him you are indeed perfectly fine.

Emotionally, he struggles. Rooster deals with so many things in both his professional and personal life. He has a tendency to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. He does his best to help with whatever problem you may have, but at some point he shuts down. He’s quiet and numb. He walks around as if he’s in a daze. That’s when you know that he needs space. He needs space to recover and come to his senses so he can bounce back and be the goofy guy you know him to be.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He’s also a fan of wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. At the grocery store? You’re trapped between the cart and his toned torso as he guides you through the isles. He’s giving you a quick hug from behind as you read the label on a new product you’ve found.

Not to mention the way he holds you on his lap. Having a get together? He’s got you sat on his lap, arm lazily wrapped around you while his other hand nurses a cold beer. The man craves physical touch. Of course, this also includes when he’s playing the piano for the entire bar.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It took Rooster a bit of time to say those three words. He knew that he cared for you more than any person he had ever know. But, those words held so much power and he refused to say them until he knew he felt them with every fiber of his being. It too roughly 6 months for him to attempt to say them.

You had been working on a project all day, your focus keen. He had watched you around your house, noticing the way your eyes would light up. He felt blessed to even be apart of it, even if he was just a bystander. The way you lived in your own little world was so fascinating to him. As he sat there he felt a flutter in his chest, realizing that he wanted to be a part of this view for a very, very long time. Once he blurted out “I love you” he never stopped.

He makes sure to tell you at every moment. Before he goes to work he gives a small “have a good day, I love you” followed by a kiss. As he’s drifting off to sleep he mumbles “sweet dreams, I love you honey.” Before he hangs up a phone call, he says them. When he’s missing you he sends a quick text to let you know he’s thinking of you, and he in fact loves you more than you could ever imagine.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

That little green monster has popped out on more than one occasion. He completely trusts his partner in a relationship, but what’s his is his. He’s not afraid to show it. He’s constantly throwing glares in Hangman’s direction when the group is out at the bar together. He likes to keep you close, an arm tightly wrapped around your hip and tucked underneath him as he chats away to his friends.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Rooster is a kisser. A kisser of all types. He’ll leave little pecks on your lips during the day: before he leaves for work, when he gets home, once he wakes up, and before he goes to sleep. They’re a constant thing. If you’re out in public, he’s placing kisses to your forehead and hands. It’s his best attempt at keeping his privacy while still showering you with love. You look over at him with flushed cheeks during a night out and he can’t help but to place a kiss to them.

He saves the deeper ones when he’s feeling particularly romantic. He’s watching you get ready for the fancy dinner scheduled for the night. He’s eating up the way your clothes fit perfectly to your body, the way the jewelry dangles against your skin. He comes up behind you, firmly grasping your waist and spinning you around. Before you can ask what he wants he’s planting a strong kiss to your lips, one that exudes all of the pint up romance he plans of expending that night. “You just look so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself.”

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

This man is the best person around children. He has such a friendly and childish personality. He talks to children as if they’re a little friend. He’ll high five them, ask for a knuckle touch, and beam with pride whenever a child gives him a smile. He exudes kind and fatherly energy that draws kids to him. He has the hopes of eventually starting a family of his own once he’s more structured in his job. He doesn’t want to put a child through a potential loss like he experienced. His proudest moment in life would be to give his child the kind of relationship he had with his father.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

God is this man hot is as fuck in the mornings. Raspy voice? check. Watching him stretch his toned limbs? check. He’s always up first. He’s used to waking up early for work every morning. Most of the time you wake up to him gently caressing your cheek, playing with loose strands of your hair.

Rooster greets you with a “good morning, baby.” and you’re instantly putty in his hands. When it’s an off day he likes to take his time. He’ll curl his arms around you to snooze for another hour, just enjoying being able to hold you in his arms without a time limit. When he’s finally awake and eyes shining he wastes no time initiating morning sex. It’s slow, it’s soft, it’s tender. The perfect way to start his day.

Breakfast? whatever you want. He’s stationed at the stove, flipping golden pancakes on the skillet wearing nothing but a pair of boxers that he’s lazily pulled just over his hips. He’s got Spotify playing his 60’s hits playlist as he sings Can’t Help Myself by the Four Tops at the top of his lungs. He’ll find you resting against the kitchen island with coffee before he scoops you up into his arms to dance around the kitchen. A pancake may have been burned in the process.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Night time is for relaxing. After cleaning up from dinner he’s ready to plop down on the couch and relax. He’ll rest his head in your lap as you curl up in bed, massaging his scalp to help him release all the tension from the work day. It’s typically quiet, as the two of you are comfortable in silence. The only thing he’s focused on his being around you. Occasionally, he’ll participate in your skincare routine. The man has to get his glowing skin from somewhere. He’ll sit on a stool in the bathroom as you apply a cool hydration mask. He’s absolutely loving it, even if he jokingly threatens you not to tell anyone about it.

Your bed is filled with blankets and pillows that you love to drown yourself in. There’s a routine of hiding under the covers as if it’s your own little cave. His voice is soft and rasp as he talks about his day, or anything that is really on his mind. Bed provides a safe space for him to talk. The feeling of the fuzzy blanket and your hand rubbing on his cheek puts him in a state of pure bliss. He’ll talk until his words get softer and softer and he’s halfway to dreamland. A kiss is placed to your lips and nose as he says his nightly ‘I love you’ and ‘goodnight, sweetheart’.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Rooster was a hard cookie to crack. He didn’t share much of his personal life until the 5th date. The man has experienced so much in his life that he decided was best kept to himself. He didn’t want to scare you away by opening up about his struggles. He wanted to be the big macho man he had become. He let you talk most of the time, listening to every word. He listened as you talked about your home life, career, etc. It wasn’t until you guys had a date on the beach, listening to the waves slowly drift in and out under the moonlight.

He suddenly felt a feeling in the pit of his stomach that made him realize you were a person meant to be trusted. Just like that he spent well over an hour spilling out his entire life story. Word vomit spewed into the cool air without a care in the world. You watched as he animatedly flopped his hands around as he talked. The way his lips would twitch into a smile when he would mention a fond memory of his father. You were thankful for the moment and hung onto every single word.

Once he finished his storytelling, he felt as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He was overwhelmed with the feeling of finally feeling safe. Since then he makes it a point to tell you anything he can possibly tell you, other than classified information that couldn’t be shared with anyone.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Rooster has a bit of a temper, depending on the topic. Although he did his best to keep a calm composure when talking with you. If he was having a bad day he would typically be closed off and quiet. He would politely tell you that he wasn’t interested in talking. If you pushed the subject he would get snippy-but immediately follow that up with an apology. You soon worked out a healthy way of knowing when he wanted to talk and when he just wanted to be left alone.

Apart from you, Rooster could be a ticking time bomb to everyone else. The one time you witnessed him truly explode was at the bar when a patron decided you were his new target. It took one compliment from the stranger to make your boyfriend see red. Rooster suddenly appeared in front of you, cheeks red and eyes glaring into the poor victim. His knuckles grew whiter as his fists were tightened. “Do you want to fucking repeat that?” He had asked. Your hand on his shoulder helped to calm him down as you did your best to pull him away. “It’s not fucking fine, babe. Fuck that guy. If he says anything else to you his ass is grass.”

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Rooster remembers anything and everything. He has a notes page on his phone listing all your favorite food orders than he can surprise you with, the kind of flowers you like, even your coffee/tea order. He likes to show up with your favorite thing, for no other reason than to make you smile.

He’s the first person to tell you ‘happy birthday’ when it’s your special day. He’s got breakfast waiting for you and let’s you do whatever it is you want to do. He’ll have presents of things that you mentioned to him in passing, or from where he ordered it from the shopping cart you left open on your computer. Anniversary dinners are his specialty. There has never been a single anniversary that he has forgotten. It’s how he shows that he pays attention to every word you speak. He remembers your favorite color, animal, song, everything. He makes playlists of your songs. He’ll buy something random just because he thinks you’ll like it. Your favorite snacks are always in the cabinet.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time he had to go on a mission he was almost throwing up in the cockpit. Of course he was worried about the actual mission itself, but his main concern was if you would still be there when he got back. Of course the two of you had had a lengthy conversation about his job and the dangers he faced. He made it very clear that he did not expect you to put up with his career if you felt you couldn’t handle it. Would it crush him? yes. But his main concern was that you were happy.

He was finally back after five grueling days with absolutely no contact. Rooster was exhausted, but the anxiety and adrenaline had given him an extra boost of energy. His body was on auto pilot as he drove down your street, your driveway slowly coming into view. You were home, the car he had had detailed for you was sitting in its spot on the left side of the drive.

His bag was left in the backseat as he climbed out of the truck. He stood on the porch for a minute, contemplating if he should walk right in or ring the doorbell. You gave him no time to make a decision. As soon as you heard the truck door shut outside you made a dead sprint to the front door.

As you flung the door open you were met with an exhausted, but still extremely handsome Rooster. The two of you collided in an instant, wrapping arms around each other in squeezing hugs. Relief filled his senses as he held onto you for dear life.

“You waited,” he gasped.

“Of course I did!” you chuckled, lightly smacking his chest. “I kept a countdown on my phone.”

That moment solidified the relationship in his mind.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Again, your safety is his number one priority. He would never make you do anything you felt uncomfortable doing. If someone makes you nervous he’s the first person to show up and pull you away from the situation. He’ll do it with words or with fists. To him, he will do anything possible to keep you safe - even if that’s pinning a man down to the bar after he tries to touch you.

Since he’s such a brooding man, he can typically handle himself in situations. You are not expected to provide protection of any kind, even though you’ll always stick up for him in friendly arguments. You constantly come to his defense to anyone, even Hangman. He thinks it’s incredibly sweet, and even a little bit of a turn on.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Rooster goes all out. You have your typical places that you enjoy and like to go to, but he’s all about new experiences. He’ll plan trips for you to take to places you’ve never been before. He’s researching your hobbies and supplying you with anything you need to do them. He’s constantly taking you to the beach for a day out in the sun to play in the sand and relax.

He’s always surprising you with little gifts of things he thinks you’ll like. From simple snacks to expensive pieces of jewelry. The man showers you with everything. You have never had to wonder that he doesn’t try. He will run himself to the ground to ensure that you’re happy and taken care of. Every birthday and milestone is extremely important to him.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His worst habit is shutting down. He’ll suddenly become quiet and gloomy, and overall different. You have to fight tooth and nail to get him to open up with what’s bothering him. He always eventually cracks, but the process of getting him to spill the beans gets a little exhausting. He actively works on it, but does occasionally slip back.

He also cares too much about what people think. His ego can easily be deflated by a bad day at work. If he receives criticism he spirals. You becomes a kicked puppy and think he’s the worst at what he’s actually very good at.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Let’s be honest, Rooster can be pretty vain. His mustache is always groomed to perfection, his body is toned, and he keeps his hair cut to standards. It’s not uncommon to find him looking at his reflection, running his hand through his hair and over his facial hair. Whenever you compliment him he’ll rebuttal with an ‘I know’ and a swoon worthy wink and smile. He knows that he’s good looking.

He especially loves for you to watch his work outs. He works just a bit harder whenever he knows that you’re staring. It’s another way for him to show off everything he has to offer you. He eats up any and every compliment that you give him. The easiest way to perk him up is to mention just how handsome he is.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Rooster is a mess when you’re gone. He loves the routines that you have, and he particularly struggles on missions. It’s hard for him to not wake up to your sleeping face. He can’t sleep knowing you’re hundreds of miles away in the bed that you two share, without him. He misses the smell of your perfume/cologne and finds himself reaching for you in the night.

Whenever you’re on a trip with friends he’s counting down the minutes until you’re back. He wants you to have your freedom and independence, but he just loves having you around.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

This man loves gossip. He will sit and talk for hours about a situation that happened at work that got a little heated between coworkers. Or, he’s hanging on to every word of drama that you say. “She did what? No way.” He finds it thrilling. He even loves reality tv, although he would deny that to anyone who asks.

The two of you have code words when you have something juicy to share. It’s something that he considers bonding. The two of you share anything and everything. “If they say that again come tell me, I know exactly what to say to make that bitch shut up.”

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

The one thing that he will not put up with is not being understanding. He works long hours and he’s gone occasionally doing who knows what in dangerous situations. If you couldn’t handle that he would have to put a stop to it. It already bums him enough that he has to be gone, he can’t handle being made to feel bad about it. He also doesn’t like prying. He’ll tell you anything when he’s ready. He has to have the space to process his feelings before he can share them.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He needs sounds to fall asleep. He likes to fall asleep from the sound of your voice, telling him some story of your day or describing a podcast you had listened to that day. Something about your voice just lulls him to sleep. When he’s away and able to call he likes to fall asleep on a phone call or face time.

Rooster is also a twitcher. He’s constantly flopping around trying to get comfortable, turning this way and that and whining when he can’t get comfortable. “Babe can you get the other pillow? I can’t get comfy”. It’s a pitiful, but adorable, sight to see.

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left4deadstuck · 1 year

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You bite your lower lip. You don't think being straight to the point with Karkat would be a good idea… Though you considered it heavily before ultimately choosing to go with an apology.

Okay… Here it comes.

Dave: hey. Dave: im… sorry Dave: im sorry man

Your voice is quiet. Maybe too quiet, making you think the other didn't hear you. So you look up to glance at the other.

Dave: genuinely i Dave: i didnt think wed see each other like

You don’t get the chance to finish before he raises his hand to cut you off.

Karkat: YOU KNOW IF I WANTED TO WATCH SOMEONE VOMIT THE FLIMSIEST APOLOGY KNOWN TO MAN, I'D GO OUTSIDE AND WATCH ONE OF THE INFECTED ASSHOLES OUT THERE THROW UP THEIR GUTS ONTO THE PAVEMENT. Karkat: AND IT WOULD STILL BE A BETTER "SORRY" THAN ANYTHING YOUR BATTER BRAINED SKULL COULD CONJURE UP RIGHT NOW. Karkat: SO SAVE US BOTH THE EMBARRASSMENT AND SHUT UP FOR GODSAKES

You scowl, back straightening. Goddamnit now you remember. Remember how much of a crabby jackass he is.

Dave: oh Dave: because sitting in the dark while silently death glaring at each other is productive Dave: cause we got all the time in the world to just kick back and do absolutely nothing but seethe at each other Dave: not like i was trying t

Karkat: TO DO WHAT EXACTLY? BE REMORSEFUL? BE ACTUALLY APOLOGETIC WITH NO ULTERIOR MOTIVE DESPITE KNOWING I CAN BE OF USE TO YOU? Karkat: DO YOU HONESTLY TAKE ME FOR SOME KIND OF FUCKING IDIOT?! Karkat: THAT I WOULD EVEN HUMOR THE IDEA THAT YOU'RE ACTUALLY SORRY?!! Karkat: THAT I'LL JUST TOSS MY RESENTMENT AND FRUSTRATION OUT INTO THE ATMOSPHERE BECAUSE POOR OL' STRIDER IS JUST A PATHETIC LUMP OF BRUISES! Karkat: *FAT FUCKING CHANCE.* Karkat: YOU COULD BE FOLDED INTO THE MOST DISGUSTING AND AGONIZING EXAMPLE OF HUMAN ORIGAMI AND I'D STILL BE "SEETHING" Karkat: SO YEAH, *I’M SORRY* THAT I DECIDED NOT TO WASTE MY TIME AND ENERGY HEARING YOUR LOUSY ATTEMPT AT A HEART TO HEART

Dave: … Dave: sigh

Once upon a time Jade had asked you and your mutual group of friends to test out the latest version of her new project. A mental inventory system that had a very convoluted retrieval and sorting system. Luckily her team was quick to fix that after your group’s trials with it.

Jade never really told you exactly why, but you always speculated that some people on her team, or well, someone, didn’t really trust your legitimacy enough when signing your NDA. Maybe it shouldn’t have surprised you though, after all you have made a name for yourself with your bizarre level of spectacles you do for the sake of irony.

It did not thrill you to find out the next morning that you would now deal with the living embodiment of “stick up the ass” as your personal bodyguard for however long the trial had to last for. Despite your best efforts to get rid of the guy, you’ve quickly learned a few things about Mr. Vantas here. One of those things being that he is skeptical and stubborn to a fault.

Well, there it goes, your plans being haplessly thrown out the window! Poor sons of bitches didn’t even have a chance-

You hear a snap next to your ear

Karkat: JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU STOP MUMBLING TO YOURSELF FOR A SECOND AND PAY ATTENTION

Dave: what Dave: you have another drawn out monologue about how god awful i am? Dave: are you sure your throat can handle that shakespeare Dave: ya dont exactly have the voice for stage anymore with all that smoke Dave: but lets be real here Dave: its probably a good thing that you cant blow out anyone within a 10 ft radius of you eardrums anymore because you decided to make causal conversation

Karkat: YOU MOUTHY FUCKING PRICK- Karkat: CAN YOU DO THE WORLD Karkat: AND ME ESPECIALLY Karkat: A FUCKING FAVOR TO SHOVE WHATEVER BULLSHIT YOU HAVE IN YOUR WINDPIPE AND FUCKING LET ME TELL YOU WHAT I ACTUALLY WANT TO TELL YOU FOR FIVE FUCKING SECONDS

Dave: ok sir ill be on my best behavior for "five fucking seconds"

Karkat:THANK YOU, GODDAMN. Karkat: AS MUCH AS I WOULD LOVE TO JUST KICK YOUR USELESS ASSES OUT OF MY HOUSE, I DON’T THINK I’LL BE ABLE TO SURVIVE A FIGHT BETWEEN YOUR POTENTIALLY TRIGGER HAPPY HELLSPAWN. Karkat: AND ALTHOUGH I THINK IT’S WITHIN MY RIGHT TO FEEL THIS LEVEL OF BRIGHT HOT ANGER TOWARDS ALL OF YOU… Karkat: SIGHS … I

He looks up at the ceiling as if his next few words are the greatest offense that any higher power could have subjected him to utter.

Karkat: (GOD I MUST BE MORE SICK THAN I THOUGHT.) Karkat: I, FOR SOME REASON THAT SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE SEEING AS I HAVE DEALT WITH ENOUGH OF YOUR TOTAL TRASH FIRE OF A PREDICAMENT, BUT HERE I AM EVER THE GLUTTON FOR MORE SELF-INFLICTED MISERY

Dave: yeah yeah i get it Dave: im a dick get to the point

Karkat: I DON’T WANT YOU TO DIE, YOU COMPLETE JACKASS!

Karkat: AND I HATE THAT CAUSE THAT RISKS MY LIFE FOR SOMEONE I ABSOLUTELY DON'T OWE SHIT TO, BUT NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I TRY TO THINK OF A REASON TO JUSTIFY IT TO MYSELF I CAN’T. Karkat: I CAN'T LIVE EASY KNOWING THAT IF SOMEONE DIED, EVEN IF THAT SOMEONE IS FUCKING YOU...I Karkat: I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN SURVIVORS GUILT YOU YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT

Dave: oh Dave: uh Dave:th Karkat: NO SHUT THE FUCK UP Karkat: FUCKING Karkat: NO!

Karkat: HAVING A SENSE OF COMPASSION STILL DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT THAT IT’S EITHER I HELP OR I DIE. Karkat: DON’T TAKE THE FACT THAT I SOMEHOW STILL HAVE MY MORALS INTACT AS FLATTERY. Karkat: INSTEAD BURY THAT IDEA SO FAR IN THE WORTHLESS SLUDGE YOU CALL A THOUGHT PROCESS UNTIL IT ATOMIZES INTO NONEXISTEN-!

He must've worked himself up. You watch him as he moves out of your space to turn and hack up a cloud of smoke. Well, if this isn’t just the perfect time to digest the clusterfuck he has given you. While it is great that he is going to help you out, he’s doing it out of fear and as fuck up as it is, it’s an advantage you have over him.

Though is it a good idea to go along with that? That could risk him fucking you all over and abandoning all of you last minute. You could gain his trust, maybe offer him something that he might want, but even then what would you give him, you have no clue if you have anything to offer him, not to mention that again, he could still just ditch the plan when the opportunity shows up.

What are you going to do?

===> AUDIENCE

#l4dstuck #left4deadstuck #homestuck #dave strider #karkat vantas #(Canon Typical Artstyle Inconsistency/j. God this took too long) -MM

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at the end of the day i trust ssm on this, but i'll only accept sigyn (loki's other wife in the myths) if 1. that's angrboda's nickname or 2. another pretty black girl who then becomes angie's number one bestie. guess who just listened to brandy ft. monica - the boy is mine and started think of this LOL.

ok i have a few things to say abt this. 1) From what ive seen in the past year, i think the topic of sigyn is unfortunately sensitive in this situation due to the way the fandom treats angrboda and kinda uses sigyn as a “hopeful” replacement against her or want them in a love triangle (and so far, nobody wants that).

Ive recently seen someone make a rant abt how media constantly merges sigyn with angrboda and i respect that rant but this is in terms of the game ONLY. Game development is a much different process than film/TV. And i feel like putting her in would just make things complicated for the development, story, and potentially for atreus and angrboda’s relationship UNLESS its another name for angrboda (which i think most of us agree this is likely) or theyre in a poly relationship (honestly dont want that lol) i dont think we’re gonna see her in the next game due to this and the fact theres not any pointers towards her in the near future (if ever).

2) dont do that. Please. 😭 yall might think im just spewing shit but i can tell you this right now as a black girl myself, this is not healthy way of thinking! I know it is amazing to have representation with those that look like you or are in a similar position as you but theres a high chance youre gonna get disappointed (or maybe not bcuz again, we dont know what theyll do) if shes not black. This can lead to setting yourself up, feeling “betrayed” and or getting jealous off anyone that doesnt necessarily look like you and i can assure you, you do not want to deal with that. This creates a HUGE insecurity issue within that shouldnt be present! know at the end of the day this is a game but i see stuff like this even with celebrities and 10/10 it ends up badly.

3) obviously i do not mind if shes black or another POC. I saw some ppl say they would like that trend of atreus have POC love interests and that would be nice but idrk whats gonna happen 😭 I do believe the giants will be very mixed as this was confirmed by sms and i wish so badly to see how theyd look!

#TLDR; topic of s1gyn is ??? Most likely will merge with angie. Fellow black girls i love you please do not think like this #guess this is the unfortunate reality of things right 🥲#Please be careful with your mindsets guys im serious!#not so sure if i wanna put this in the game/character tags?#Rant #My stuff #Other

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rebelcourtesan · 3 months

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My D&D Character Build for Charlie Morningstar

Princess of Hell who loves to sing and dance while proving redemption is possible for the damned.

The purpose of this build is to create a character who can support and defend others while taking care of herself. I'm creating this build based off what I've seen in the Hazbin Hotel series and per what's available in D&Ds.

Long post with spoilers below.

Race: I went with Tiefling. While Charlie is half-angel, and I was tempted to go with Aasimar, Tiefling suits her better and works with the classes she'll go into.

Tieflings get +2 to Charisma and +1 Intelligence.

Charlie gets Darkvision for 60 feet

Has automatic resistance to fire damage (save for magical fire).

She also receives Thaumaturgy which she can use to create fireworks and incase the volume of her voice for 1 minute.

Also, she gets Hellish Rebuke which allows her to attack a creature with hellish flames as a reaction to being attacked. The creature must make a Dexterity saving throw. It takes 2d10 fire damage on a failed save, or half as much damage on a successful one. Charlie regains this spell after a long rest.

When she hits level 5, she gains the Darkness spell. She can create a magical darkness of a 15-foot-radius sphere. The darkness spreads around corners. A creature with darkvision can't see through this darkness, and nonmagical light can't illuminate it.

To match her role as Princess of Hell, I set her with the Noble background.

She gains proficiency in Persuasion and History.

Stats (in order from highest to lowest)

Charisma: 1st. This will be Charlie's top stat as she enjoys singing her feelings, though she does have a hard time convincing others to believe in her dream of redemption.

Dexterity: 2nd. Charlie is quick on her feet whether it's dancing or prancing across Pentagram City to meet the angels.

Wisdom: 3rd While Charlie believes in the best of people, she still has a hard time reading people. However, she does catch on when it becomes obvious if something is wrong. Far from her top stat, but should not be her lowest.

Constitution: 4th Charlie has taken some serious hits from angels and Adam and kept fighting. Not her best stat, but shouldn't be her lowest either.

Strength: 5th Try to keep this state at 10 or more to avoid Charlie wielding the trident at -1.

Intelligence: Dump Stat

IT'S A HAPPY DAY IN HELL!!!!

Classes

We're going to start Charlie off in the Bard to make good use of Charlie's high charisma while helping out her allies.

Charlie gains proficiency in Dex and Charisma Saving Throws.

Bards get three skills to be proficient in. For Charlie I would choose:

Acrobatics

Performance

Investigation

Level 1 - Bard 1st Level

Charlie will receive Bardic Inspiration. As a bonus action, she can grant an ally a 1d6 towards an ability check, saving throw, or attack roll. She has as many of these as her Charisma modifier and these refresh after a long rest.

She also has access to the Bard Spell List using her Charisma modifier for Spell DC and Spell Attacks.

The spells I would choose are listed.

Cantrips

Dancing Lights - Charlie can create four torch size lights within 160 feet which create light in a 10 ft radius. Think fireworks. She can move these lights as a bonus action on her turn.

Friends - Once casting this cantrip, Charlie gets advantage on all Charisma checks at a creature that isn't hostile towards her.

Level 1 Spells

Color Spray : (More Fireworks) Charlie can cast this spell to blind creatures in a brilliant display of light. Roll a 6d10 and that's how many creatures hit points she can blind.

Healing Word - Charlie can heal a creature 1d4 + casting modifier (Charisma) within 60 feet. At higher levels it can heal additional 1d4 per spell slot.

Unseen Servant - (Think Razzle or Dazzle) an invisible being is created that can perform simple tasks (serving a meal, folding clothes, lighting a torch, etc). As a bonus action, Charlie can command the being to move 15 ft and interact with an object.

Faerie Fire - (More Fireworks) Charlie can cast this spell to create a 20 ft cube of light. Any creature within that cube that fails a Dex Save is highlighted in light that grants advantage for any attack rolls against it and won't let them benefit from invisibility.

Charlie has a lot of skills, but she hyper fixates on redemption.

Level 2 - Bard 2nd Level

Charlie gains Jack of all Trades. Charlie can add half her proficiency bonus, rounded down, to any ability check that doesn't already include your proficiency bonus.

She also gains Song of Rest which adds a 1d6 to Hit Dice used during a short rest.

Charlie also gains a new spell.

Heroism - Charlue can grant a willing creature immunity to being frightened and gains temporary hit points equal to her Charisma modifier at the start of each of its turns

Level 3 - Bard 3rd Level

Charlie gains Expertise. She doubles her proficiency in two skills she's already proficient in. Select Performance and Acrobatics.

At third level we're going into the College of Spirits subclass.

Charlie gains Guiding Whispers which allows her to cast the Guidance cantrip within 60 ft. Guidance grants an ally 1d4 to any ability check.

Charlie also gains Tales from Beyond. Spending a Bardic Die allows her to roll a 1d12 on a table that grants random benefits to an ally of her choice.

Charlie also gains access to 2nd Level spells. I would select:

Aid: Charlie can choose up to three allies and grant them 5 to their maximum hit points. The amount increases by 5 for each spell slot above 2nd.

Charlie in the spotlight where she belongs.

Level 4 - Bard 4th Level

At level four, Charlie gains Ability Score Improvement. Go ahead and put both points in Charisma to make her spells and abilities more effective.

Charlie also gains a new spell. I would select:

Calm Emotions: Charlie can suppress strong emotions of any creature within a 20 ft radius sphere. Creatures within the zone must succeed on a Charisma saving throw, though can choose to fail this save. Any creature that fails can suppress any effect that's charming or frightening them. As an alternative, it can end a creature's hostility, but effect ends if they are attacked or harmed or witness an ally being attacked or harmed.

Level 5 - Bard 5th Level

Charlie's Bardic Inspiration increases from 1d6 to 1d8.

She also gains Font of Inspiration which lets her regain all spent Bardic Inspiration after a short rest.

Charlie gains access to 3rd Level Spells. I would choose:

Mass Healing Word: As a bonus action, Charlie can heal up to six allies 1d4 + Charisma Modifier. At higher levels it can heal additional 1d4 per spell slot.

Charlie is willing to fight to protect her Hotel and friends.

Believe or now, we're taking Charlie into the Fighter class. Fighters gain proficiency in Shields and Martial Weapons. In the fight against Adam and the Exorcists, Charlie fought with a shield and a pitchfork (which we'll say use the trident stats).

Level 6 - Fighter 1st Level

Charlie gains Second Wind. As a bonus action to regain hit points equal to 1d10 + Fighter level. Charlie must finish a short or long rest to regain this.

Charlie also gains a Fighting Style. Select Protection which allows Charlie as a reaction to impose a disadvantage on an attack roll against an ally within 5 ft as long as she has a shield.

Level 7 - Fighter 2nd Level

Charlie gains Action Surge which lets her perform a second action on her turn. She regains this after a short or long rest.

Charlie is pretty good with the shield.

Level 8 - Fighter 3rd Level

At 3rd Level Fighter, Charlie can go into a Martial Archetype. Select Bannernet.

Charlie gains Rallying Cry, whenever she uses Second Wind, up to three allies within 60 ft gain hit points equal to her Fighter Level.

Level 9 - Fighter 4th Level

Instead of an Ability Score Improvement, we're going to give Charlie the Shield Master feat which allows her to:

When she attacks on her turn, as a bonus action, she can use her shield to shove an enemy within 5 ft.

She can add her shield's AC bonus to a Dexterity saving throw against any spell or harmful affect that affects only her.

When she succeeds on a Dexterity saving throw to take half damage, as a reaction, she can use her shield to take no damage.

Don't forget, Charlie is half angel

We're leaving Fighter behind to go into Class that will not only give Charlie more spells, but also give aid to her friends.

We're going into Warlock, hence Charlie does get her power from her father, Lucifer Morningstar.

Level 10 - Warlock 1st Level

Charlie gains two Cantrips from the Warlock Spell List

Eldritch Blast - (This is a MUST for any Warlock class) attacks with a burst of energy causing 1d10 damage on a successful hit. She can fire more beams of energy at higher levels. Two at 5th and three at 11th.

True Strike - Charlie can gain insight on a target's weakness within 30 ft, giving her advantage of her next attack against that target.

Charlie gains two new spells from the Warlock Spell List

Expeditious Retreat - After casting this spell, Charlie can use a bonus action to dash.

Hellish Rebuke - When damaged, as a reaction, Charlie can retaliate with 2d10 fire damage. The target must make a Dex save or take half damage.

We're going to choose the Celestial patron for Charlie from her father's side.

She gains two more spells and Cantrips from the Celestial Warlock Expanded Spell list.

Cantrips

Light - Charlie can touch an object causing it to glow bright in a 20 ft radius, and dim in another 20 ft.

Sacred Flame - Charlie can create a flame light radiance on a target. The target must make a Wisdom saving throw or take 1d8 damage. The damage goes up at 5th and 11th levels.

Cure Wounds - Charle can heal a creature 1d8 + Charisma modifier within 5 ft.

Guiding Bolt - Charlie can make a range attack against a target dealing 4d6 radiant damage, and the next attack roll made against this target before the end of her next turn has advantage.

If only Charlie would let her angry side out more often.

Charlie also gains Healing Light. She gets a pool of d6s equal to her 1 + Warlock Level. She can use these d6s to heal an ally within 60 feet as a bonus action. She regains the die pool after a long rest

Level 11 - Warlock 2nd Level

At 2nd Level Warlock, Charlie gains Eldritch Invocations. Choose:

Eldritch Sight - Charlie can detect magic at will allowing her to see any magical influences around her.

Devil's Sight - Charlie darkvision extends to 120 ft and she can see through magical and non-magical darkness.

Charlie also gets a new spell. Go with Protection from Good and Evil - she chooses a target to be protected against affects from aberrations, celestials, elementals, fey, fiends, and undead. (namely Angels). Any attack from a type of these creatures are at a disadvantage.

Leve 12 - Warlock 3rd Level

Charlie gains Pact Boon. Take Pact of the Chain so Charlie can summon a familiar (like Razzle or Dazzle).

She gains a new spell. Since she can now see through magical darkness, take the Darkness spell which lets her create a 15 ft radius of darkness in an area.

Charlie can command Hell while having divine powers.

Level 13 - Warlock 4th Level

As for Ability Score Modifier, let's go ahead and max out her Charisma Score to 20. If it's already maxed out, then round out any odd number scores.

Charlie gains a new cantrip, take Blade Ward, which grants resistance to piercing, slashing, and bludgeoning damage for one turn.

As for her new spell, take Hold Person, on a failed wisdom save, the target is paralyzed until it succeeds on the saving throw on its next turn.

Level 14 - Warlock 5th Level

Charlie gains access to the 3rd Level Spells. Choose Intellect Fortress, granting herself or an ally advantage on Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma saving throws against along with resistance to psychic damage.

New Invocation, take Gift of the Ever-Living Ones, as long as her familiar (Razzle or Dazzle) is 100 ft, whenever she is healed, she can gain the maximum hits from the dice roll.

Level 15 - Warlock 6th Level

With Radiant Soul Charlie gets resistance to radiant damage! And when she casts a spell or attack that inflicts fire or radiant damage, she can add her Charisma Modifier to one damage roll each turn.

For her new spell, choose Dispel Magic. She can dismiss any spell effect of level 3 or lower. Any higher level, then she must roll a skill check using her Charisma modifier.

Charlie in Hellfire

Level 16 - Warlock 7th Level

New spell time and this time from the 4th level spell slot. Shadow Of Moil lets Charlie wreath herself in flames obscuring her and whenever a creature within 10 feet of hits her with an attack, it takes 2d8 necrotic damage.

Another new Invocation: Investment of the Chain Master. This will make Razzle or Dazzle more effective in combat.

Level 17 - Warlock 8th Level

Another Ability Score Improvement. Max out her Charisma, and/or round out any odd number modifers.

New Spell: Banishment - She can attempt to banish a creature back to their plane (like Adam or Lute) if they fail a Charisma saving throw.

Level 18 - Warlock 9th Level

New spell: Commune with City - Charlie can gain knowledge of the surrounding area within 600 ft of her. It'll give her information of bodies of water, prevalent creatures, powerful beings, and influences from extra-planar beings.

New Invocation, let's make Charlie's Eldritch Blasts hit harder by choosing Agonizing Blast which lets her add her high Charisma modifier to the damage.

Charlie never catches a break when it comes to her dreams.

Level 19 - Warlock 10th Level

Charlie gains Celestial Resistance, which gives her and up to 5 allies temporary hit points after a short or long rest equal to her Warlock Level + Charisma Modifier.

Also, new cantrip, take Minor Illusion - Charlie can create a visual or audio illusion.

Level 20 - Warlock 11th Level

Charlie gains Mystic Arcanum which is a spell she can cast once after a long rest. For this spell, I would select Other Worldly Form. Charlie can change her appearance to gain benefits such as:

Immunity to fire and poison damage or radiant and necrotic damage

immune to the poisoned condition or the charmed condition

Wings that grant a 40 fly speed

+2 to AC

All weapon attack are magical, and can use Charisma modifier for attack rolls

Can attack twice when using the attack action

And to top it all off, she gains one last spell, Dimension Door - she can teleport herself and a willing creature to 500 ft away.

Sweet Charlie, Princess of Hell and our hearts

And there you have it. You have a powerful being who is capable of supporting her friends while using Angelic and Hellish powers. I tried to stick with spells I'm certain Charlie would use and similar to what we've seen her do in the show and pilot.

#dungeons and dragons #character build #dnd 5e character #hazbinhotel #charlie morningstar

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buckyalpine · 11 months

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THIS IS EVERYTHING MY GOD @boredum7865 YES TO IT ALL FLUFF AND SMUT

“And how about this for our princess” another tiny mouse was thrown into the growing pile of toys while Bucky made his way up and down the shelves of the pet store. You giggled at the way he added more and more items to the cart without a care in the world, spoiling his furbaby.

“Buck, she doesn’t need-

“Yes she does” he huffed, tossing in another bag of treats, so she’d get to pick between chicken, turkey or tuna. As soon as you arrived back at the compound with about half the store, Bucky set all the things down in the living room before going and grabbing his favorite thing in the world, the most proud cat dad.

“You like all this babygirl?” He cooed, letting her sniff her new presents, happily batting a feathery ball before taking her time to swat at the bags everything came in.

“Of course she likes the bags” You snorted while Bucky shook his head. You picked up her up and set her down on your lap to the the different collars you’d bought her; each in every color of the rainbow with a cute silver bell in the middle. Each one looked perfect on her white fur, the pink one seemingly her favorite. You picked up the last collar which hung too low around her neck, about 3 sizes too large.

“Aww baby, I think this is a little big for you” You slipped off the black collar her head and put the pink one back on while Bucky picked up the black one you set aside.

“This ones huge” Bucky mused, holding it up to his own neck and fastening it, giggling at the fact that it actually fit him. “Now we match, baby girl” He grinned, grabbing Alpine and holding her up to his face, her little nose twitching, trying to boop it against his. She slow blinked, purring and tucking herself into his neck for cuddles, eventually slinking away again to play with her latest haul.

“I think I’d make a good cat” Bucky stated to himself while he stretched out on the couch where the sun was hitting, settling himself against the cushions.

“What” You snorted, sorting through the cat food and organizing it while Bucky folded his arms behind his head, lounging lazily in the warm sun.

“I’m low maintenance" He thought to himself, listing all the reasons he thought made him cat quality, “I like naps. I like chicken. I like dark spaces. I like belly scratches-

“Really, Mr. Don’t come near me within a 10 Ft. radius?” The laugh you let out made him pout, retracting his previous statement.

“Fine. I like when you give me belly rubs. You’re always giving them to Alpine, give me some”

“A child is what you are-” You shook your head, scooting near the edge of the sofa from where you were seated on the floor, turning around to your ridiculous boyfriend. Your breath hitched in your thrown, suddenly forgetting how to breath while Bucky laid on his back, still wearing the collar, the leather material matching his tight black t-shirt and jeans. His t-shirt had ridden up, giving you a pretty view of the faint trail of hair that continued down his jeans, the sun making the silver on the bell sparkle.

“You okay, baby?” He asked, noting you looked like you were lost in thought, lips lightly parted, breathing heavier.

“Y-yeah” you nodded, still staring at the little silver bell, shaking your head and the less than innocent thoughts that tried to sneak in. “You’re wearing the collar?”

“M’cute with it” He shrugged like a little shit, “C’mon, pet me” He grinned, bringing you back in earth, happily humming when you playfully rolled your eyes and sat beside him, letting your fingers graze over his abs, rubbing his tummy up and down.

“Happy now?” You cocked an eye brow while he nodded, closing his eyes and started falling asleep, the collar still staring right back at you.

Sitting so pretty on his thick neck.

Black leather with that delicate little bell-

“Very” He mumbled, half asleep, soon dozing off completely.

The fucker kept it on the whole day.

And it was driving you insane.

You knew he was near by because every time he moved, it would ring ever so softly, courtesy of his ability to walk so quietly from his assassin training. The collar was taunting you at this point. Delicate little rings everywhere he went.

You nearly lost your absolute shit when Steve and Sam cackled at the fact that he was in a cat collar. It wasn’t the teasing that drove you up the wall. It was the way Steve inspected the bell and the way Bucky tilted his head up like a little puppy to give them a better view, Steve’s large hand tracing around the leather, if only it was your hand, curving around his neck, your good boy sitting so patiently-

Relax.

What the fuck was going on with you.

You’d managed to get through the day without busting another brain cell, sitting against the headboard with a book while Bucky got ready for bed.

“Babe, can you help take this off?” Bucky strolled in the room, fresh from his shower, droplets of water trailing down his body, disappearing into the towel that was wrapped around his waist, that fucking collar ringing every time he moved. You couldn’t help but sigh at how cute he looked, cheeks flushed from the heat of the water, little jingles ringing as he came over to you. He sat by your side, lazily flopping over onto your lap, while you carded your fingers through his damp hair.

“You look so cute” You giggled, ignoring the way your pulse was beating quicker, body feeling hot, he looked so fucking pretty-

“Yeah? You think I’d make a good pet?” He asked playfully, nuzzling into your lap, a deep rumble emitting from his chest when you grazed your nails against his scalp. You continued to massage down his back, his body flexing and adjusting, making the towel around his waist slip, giving you a glimpse of his perfectly toned ass, back muscles rippling.

“Fuck” You whimpered, you tried so hard to will away the filth that was plaguing your mind again, hoping Bucky wouldn’t notice but he did. He most certainly did. He smirked to himself, he could practically smell you arousal, nudging his face between your legs before sitting up and kneeling in front of you.

He was bare naked, thighs splayed apart while he sat back on his heels, his cock hard, standing tall and proud against his tummy, leaking at the tip. The only thing he had on was still that fucking collar, the twinkling silver taunting you.

“There something you like, doll?” He cooed, shamelessly letting your eyes rake up and down his body, giving you the most perfect view of his heavy balls, his swollen pink tip, his perfect peach nipples, his pillowy soft lips.

“You just look-so pretty with this on” You whispered, sitting up, tracing your fingers around the leather, flicking the bell lightly, continuing to trace over his Adams apple, “Don’t take it off yet” You whispered, letting your hand caress down his body, grabbing his shoulders and shoving him to lie back on the mattress, throwing off your pj’s while his mouth watered seeing you so feral.

His pretty girl so needy all because he was in a cat collar.

“Be my good boy, baby” you cooed, trailing kisses from his neck to his shoulders before tugging his nipples in your mouth, flicking your tongue over them, making him whine. You giggled, blowing over them, watching them peak as you continued to make your way down, finally reaching his aching cock.

You licked up a drop of precum that was leaking out, your tongue just grazing over his sensitive glans making him moan.

“Oh god” Bucky’s eyes rolled back at the feeling of you teasing his slit with your tongue, his hips lifting off the bed to chase more of your mouth. You pushed your tongue against his cockhead slightly making him hiss, gripping the sheets, nearly tearing them, “Please baby, take it all in your mouth”

You lightly smacked the side of his thigh to stop his squirming, wrapping your lips around the tip, sucking more of his length, loving how broken he sounded, unable to keep still. You sucked and licked every bit of him, getting his balls wet, nipping his sensitive inner thighs. You couldn’t take the feeling of being empty anymore, straddling his erection, pressing your bare cunt on him, covering his length in your slick.

“You’re soaked” He groaned, feeling your arousal drip all over him, grabbing your hips to rub his cock on you more.

“You wanna fuck me, baby?” You teased, taking his cock in your hand and lining it up with your entrance, pressing the tip just enough to make him sob without taking his full length, “Wanna put your cock in me?”

“Please, let me fuck you, I’ll make you feel so good baby” He groaned, biting his lip as you started to sink down on his cock. You didn’t get the chance to ride him; as soon as his entire length was in you, he planted his feet and slammed your hips down to meet his thrusts, fucking up into you like a sexdoll.

“B-BUCKKY” You squealed, broken moans leaving you lips as he fucked up into you harder, grunting and moaning, the collar around his neck just tight enough to make him pant.

“Take it baby, you like me like this? Like me in a little collar just for you?” He looked at you with glassy eyes, his jaw slack, a thin sheen of sweat glistening off his skin. The soft rings the bell made each time he thrusted up into you made your pussy clench, making your orgasm barrel towards you within no time.

“Fucking me so good Bucky, keep going babyy” You moaned while he gripped your hips harder, determined to do such a good job for you, angling his hips to make your belly bulge. “I-I’m gonna-FUCK BUCKY” You brought your hand down to rub your clit, grinding down on his cock as your pussy started to flutter and pulse, gripping his cock with a vice like grip.

Your other hand flew to his neck; his eyes grew wide when you tugged at the collar, choking him slightly, a pornographic moan escaping his lips, his cock immediately throbbing.

“OH GOD M’GONNA CUMMM!” Bucky started to lose his pace, giving you harsh sloppy thrusts, the sounds of skin on skin and wetness squelching filling the room as he fucked all his cum into you. You slumped on top of him, out of breath while he thrusted as best as he could to get you both through your highs, whining and whimpering at the way he cock continued to drip.

You snuggled into the crook of his neck, kissing his hot skin, smiling against the black material that was still around him, the bell ringing as you toyed with it.

“You’re keeping that collar” You panted while Bucky let out a breathless chuckle, still reeling over his orgasm, body still jolting from the after shocks.

“Damn right”

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