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mgc02 · 6 months

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The Bet

Tw: nsfw, butt play, degradation sort of

Keep in mind I'm aroace very new to writing this kind of stuff

Angel dust x GN reader

Losing a bet to your boyfriend Angel Dust came with its perks. You had started making these bets to spice up your relationship. It started small. "If I beat you at cards you have to give me a kiss" but it soon got to be similar to a spicy game of Truth and Dare. And bet in particular got... intense. "One more game of darts babe, come on" Angel was making any excuse to keep the party going even though you were ready to call it a night. "No, you just don't wanna stop drinking and partying but you can do that without me." You reasoned. "It ain't as fun without you" he tried to sweet talk you. "How about we make a bet to make things more interesting?" He proposed. You knew what you were getting into. If Angel won you were going to be in for a ride but you couldn't help it. It turned you on just a little bit and excited you. "Okay fine. If I win... you have to top me." Your boyfriend Angel was more of a bottom and you were happy to take charge but there were times you wanted to be in opposite positions. "Deal. But if I win... I get to... decide your punishment at a later date." He said with mischievous grin. "Aw what? I don't even know I'm agreeing to... or are you just not that creative today?" You challenged. Angel scoffed clearly offended. "Are you kidding? You have any idea what I do for a living? Not that creative..." You held in a laugh because of how easily you got to him. "Nah, I just have a couple of ideas in mind and I just want some time to pick which one. Now do we have a bet or not?" He smirked. "It's a bet." You agreed. Too bad you suck at darts...

Angel didn't waste time rubbing it your face. "Aw you didn't have to lose on purpose that bad to help my ego." He teased. You gave a dirty look but with a playful smirk underneath. "Well, I'm going to bed now" you yawned. Angel didn't fight you this time. "G'night babe" you blew him a kiss as the elevator doors closed. The next few days went by like normal and you completely forgot about the bet. That is until Charlie announced that they were having a big fancy masquerade party and all of hell's most powerful and elite were invited. "You see, since my dad cut me off and Alastor doesn't have much use for money we are looking for some investors and this party will be our big attempt gain support." Charlie explained. Vaggie, who was a straight to the point kind of person, added to the conversation. "These people are some of Hell's most rich and powerful so everyone needs to be on their best behavior." You wondered what Angel thought of all this nonsense but when you looked over you caught him staring at you with a devilish look in his eye before he turned away quickly upon you noticing him. That evening you were deciding what to where when you saw him entering your room from behind you in the mirror. "That outfit is fire baby I would go with that one." He said gesturing to one of the outfits you had set aside. "Yeah, I like this one too." He smiled almost a bit too innocently. "I have just one note" he said. "Oh yeah and what's that?" You asked. "Don't go without this" you looked up to see he was holding a butt plug. "You think I'm gonna wear a butt plug to this thing?!?" You looked at him as if he was crazy. "I know you are. You lost the bet remember." Unfortunately you're memories came flooding back. "Damn it." You agreed to that stupid bet in the first place. And you should've known he was going to do something like this. You begrudgingly agreed and took it from him. "Here let me help you with that." He wasn't taking any chances as he took upon himself to insert it into your anus. It wasn't too big but it was gonna take some getting used to for a bit. It definitely felt weird walking around with something inside you. You got all dressed up and headed downstairs.

The party was filled with very high class demons. Some were hellborn nobles and others were sinner overlords. And even Lucifer himself was there despite the fact that he cut Charlie off. Although he didn't seem too pleased to be there. You tried to act normal despite what was going on in your rear and it started to feel a little better. You were still hyper aware down there but you were getting more comfortable with it. You floated around the room. You made small talk with a few demons here and there before you noticed Charlie was guiding her father Lucifer in your direction after introducing him to everyone else. You were quite nervous but you forced a smile. "And this is y/n. Y/n this is my father Lucifer." He didn't seemed interested in you as he coldly put out his hand without giving you a glance "pleasure" he said unenthusiastically. You went to shake his hand "pleasures all mi-" you gasped as you felt a strong vibrating sensation in your rectum. Lucifer definitely noticed and had a look of surprise. "Um the pleasuress.. all mine-SIR" the butt plug was set to an on and off setting where it would start buzzing and then stop. You felt your legs getting shaky as you tried to maintain your composure. Lucifer was aware you were acting strange, but in hell's name couldn't tell why. Charlie was more just concerned. "Are you okay?" She asked. "Yes I'm fine! Totally fine!" Charlie could tell you wanted this conversation to end so she did it for you. "I should show you the view from the balcony dad. It's breathtaking." She led him away as you sighed in relief for only a second when you noticed Alastor on his way over. WTF? You thought. "Hello, y/n! Pardon my intrusion but Angel told me you wanted to speak with me" that fucking asshole! You leaned on the table for support trying to make it look casual. "You KNOW whaaat, I.. I don't remember what was-must not have beennnn important" you smiled nervously hoping he would just go away but he didn't seem notice. "Well, that's odd. You'll have to let me know if it comes to you later. How are you enjoying the party?" You continued talking to him clenching your cheeks and leaning on the table desperately trying to hide the torture you were under. Finally Alastor was needed elsewhere and you were free. You needed to find Angel now! You scoured the room before spotting him at the bar casually sipping on wine engaging with Husk. You made you were having over having a difficult time walking. "Angel! We need to talk!" Angel just gave you a smirk. You were started to become infuriated "Angel this is serious. There's a lot of powerful demons here." Angel took a sip of his wine "so?" You sighed in frustration. "So... just pick something else for the bet please" you pleaded with him. "Alright. Alright." He said. You saw him pull out of his pocket just visible to you the remote. He pressed a button a few times. Suddenly you felt the most intense buzzing ever and almost fell to your knees before he caught you. You heard Charlie approaching in alarm. But Angel reassured her. "Nah, don't worry about it. They just had too much to drink. I'll take them up to their room." He practically carried you which definitely convinced everyone that you were drunk. They probably thought it explained your strange behavior through the night. He guided you up the elevator, past your room and into his room. He pushed you onto the bed and removed your clothes and the butt plug. After all the times you came really close to climax tonight you were in desperate need. "Time for you to accept your end of the bet" he whispered in your ear. You were in for a long night. And you weren't complaining.

#hazbin hotel #vivziepop #hazbin angel dust #angel dust x reader #hazbin hotel angel dust

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punkyarabella · 11 months

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Simple Enough

Summary: You've been single for too long so your best friend forces you to attend a cooking class. But you're not the only one here against your will.

Warnings: none, only fluff

1400+ words

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You sighed as you looked up at the bright sign on the front of the building, advertising the cooking classes your best friend made you sign up for. Leah was concerned, you had been single for more than a year now, and showed no interest in joining the dating scene. She figured a cooking class would be a good start to meet some people.

Leah swore up and down that she would come with you, but of course, you had been waiting for ten minutes, and still no sign of the traitor.

You

You're not coming are you?

Leah

Sorry, have fun 💋

You

🖕

Huffing, you put your phone back in your purse, and glanced at the doors again, the nerves twisting in your stomach.

On your right, a car slowed down to let out a passenger.

"I hate you, you know that, right?" The man on the sidewalk grunted through the open window.

"I promise you'll love me!" The driver laughed, before leaving.

The man turned to look at the building, and at you. Because you were still staring. He seemed huge compared to the small car he just stepped out of, his large shoulders clad in leather, just like his hands, dark eyebrows furrowed over slightly confused blue eyes.

"Hi," you smiled awkwardly. "Here against your will too?"

"Uh, yeah," he nodded, glancing at the doors, "something like that."

Although uncomfortable, he seemed nice.

"My friend ditched me, wanna team up?" you offered.

He eyed you up and down, and shrugged, "sure."

You smiled again and he liked that. You seemed inviting, warm and safe compared to everything he had known until now.

"I'm Bucky," he stepped closer, offering you a gloved hand.

You shook it enthusiastically and gave him your name. Bucky repeated it once, testing the words on his tongue.

"Alright, ready?" you raised an eyebrow, a hand hovering above the door handle. He only nodded.

Inside, a few other people were gathering in pairs around tables covered with ingredients and tools, and you quickly realized they were mostly couples. Did you just invite a stranger to a first date? You cringed inside, but you had to admit that this stranger was quite easy on the eyes. You followed Bucky to a table and dropped your purse and jacket next to it. Bucky shed his too, revealing a long-sleeved shirt, but he kept his gloves.

"Are you cold?" you nodded at the leather.

He looked away, "no."

Alright then. The teacher showed up and started the class. The recipe of the day was fried chicken with a side of vegetables. Simple enough, you thought. The first step, chopping the vegetables. You turned toward Bucky.

"Are you good with knives, Bucky?" you raised an eyebrow, it seemed to be a quirk of yours.

He liked how his name sounded on your lips, soft and harmless.

"Yeah, I guess," he seemed even more uncomfortable somehow.

"Great, I don't like 'em, almost chopped off a finger trying to slice a potato the other day," you scoffed, and the corners of Bucky's lips curved up quickly but you didn't miss it.

"I'll handle the knife, then," he answered and you smiled.

You washed the vegetables before handing them to him. He took the knife in his right hand and started to cut. You were mesmerized. The speed, the precision, the agility.

"Wow, you're good good," you chuckled and he felt a nice warmth in his chest. It'd been a long time since he had impressed a pretty lady. "Where the hell did you learn that?"

"Um," the blade slowed down, "I was in the army."

That was the answer the therapist suggested when he told her how uncomfortable he'd get at this kind of question. You seemed satisfied with it and turned to get the spices.

"Alright, now we need to start the fryer," you plugged in the machine.

"That thing?" he looked suspicious of it.

"Yeah, for the chicken." You pushed a few buttons and Bucky kept staring at the machine. "You don't like robots?"

He looked at you, and shook his head, "never used 'em."

You frowned at that, most people had at least used an electric whisk or a mixer, and the army definitely used robots now. He wished the ground swallowed him. Now you would think about how weird he was.

"Okay," you shrugged, with a warm smile, "you handle the knives and I handle the robot."

Bucky let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. You turned on the fryer, announcing what each button pressed was for, and Bucky smiled softly as he watched above your shoulder. The sweet smell of your perfume eased his nerves.

Following the teacher's instructions, you fried the chicken while Bucky took care of the vegetables. You two worked well together, chatting about random stuff while maneuvering around the table, blissfully ignoring the dozen people surrounding you. You even got three small chuckles out of Bucky, and it was the most delightful thing you heard in a while.

"Ouch," you hissed, stepping away from the fryer.

In a second, Bucky was next to you. "What did you do?"

"Some oil got on my hand, it's alright," you showed him your slightly red skin and he had to stop himself from reaching out and touching it.

"Let me do it, peaches. I just take the handle and pull it out right?"

You could only stare at him, an eyebrow raised, always the left one.

"Peaches?" you grinned, and your stomach tied in a knot when he immediately blushed.

"Sorry, um, your perfume smell like peaches," Bucky looked anywhere else but your face. "I like peaches."

"Oh," and now you were blushing too.

Alright, you had to admit Leah was right about this cooking class. But you'd never say that to her face.

"So, the handle?" Bucky glanced at you.

"Oh, yeah, just take it out and put it there," you shook your head and he nodded.

And that's when shit hit the fan. Bucky stepped closer to the fryer, but you forgot to warn him about the short cable hanging in the air, and he stepped on it, unplugging it in the process. You barely registered what happened that Bucky had already stopped the machine from tumbling over, spilling boiling oil on his left hand.

"Oh my God, your hand!" you yelped, catching everyone's attention.

"What's going on?" The teacher approached your table.

"Nothing, the robot almost fell over and I just got a few drops on my hand," Bucky wished for this moment to be over, his left hand clutched behind his back.

"What? No! You've got at least third-degree burns!" You frowned.

"I'll put some water on it," he offered, just so you'd stop worrying and talking about his hand.

But you followed him to the bathroom. You felt guilty, if you hadn't burned yourself, he wouldn't have needed to step in, literally.

"Are you sure, Bucky? You got a lot of oil on there!"

"Yes, don't worry, peaches." He tried to turn his back to you while standing over the sink, but you needed to make sure he was okay so you stood right next to the small sink.

"The leather will melt into your skin!"

"I, uh-" Bucky glanced at you and realized you were not backing down anytime soon. "I don't have skin." His eyes screwed shut at that.

You blinked. It took you a second but you remembered. He told you he had been in the army.

"It's a prosthetic," your voice was soft, your eyebrow raised.

"Yeah," he bit his lip, finally looking into your eyes again.

"Did the oil damage it?"

Bucky laughed at that and you frowned.

"No, the oil did not damage it," he looked slightly more comfortable now.

"Is it just the hand?"

"The whole arm and shoulder," he shrugged it.

"Wow," you glanced at it but went right back to the blue of his eyes. "In the army?"

"Uh, yeah," he picked at the little melted pieces of leather now poking out of his glove.

You took a second to look at his face, and you noticed the small scars, the lines dug by years of battle, and the tired eyes.

"Alright. You wanna get back in there?"

"I'd rather not," Bucky breathed out, and you nodded.

"Coffee?"

He looked at you, the hint of a smile in his eyes. You were not freaked out, you were not running for the hills. And for God's sake, you were gorgeous.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #fluff #bucky barnes #soft bucky barnes #meet cute #cooking together #bucky's vibranium hand #cute

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holocene-sims · 3 months

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next // previous

august 26, 2021 4:00 a.m. a balcony, somewhere

time somehow seems to simultaneously slow to a crawl and race beyond the speed of light. grant doesn’t remember when they’d ended up perched like lovebirds at the pinnacle of a staircase, peering out over the night-drenched landscape, but it must have been a while ago. customers have long since stopped streaming in and out of the restaurant on the street below.

he remembers in better detail the stream of their conversation–they’d shifted from food and a strangely peaceful, humorous discussion of kicking the bucket to movies, and at some point, paranormal stories came up along the way.

it’d be hard to forget talking to yunha.

there’s something curiously enrapturing about her, something that had drawn him to her when he first made eye-contact with her.

the look in her eyes, maybe. it’s piercing, like she’s baring right through your skin and into your soul, but not malicious or judgmental. it’s friendly, it’s curious, it’s playful.

the way she speaks, maybe. she’s the most engaged conversationalist he’s ever encountered. everything you say, whether she agrees or disagrees, is met with affirmations and a lot of nodding. yes, yes, of course. i see, i see. i understand. ohhh, wow! really?

she’s unraveling every shard of the puzzle that is his personality and piecing it back together in one whole picture, analyzing it. figuring it out. appreciating it.

or maybe it’s the sweetness that radiates off her. she appears unafraid to smile, instead all too happy to flash those pretty, crooked bunny teeth for the world to see.

“so, i'm going to guess you’re not accidentally good at singing.”

she seems not to mind revealing her own puzzle pieces either, and the more she says about herself, the more fascinated he is with her. with who she is. with what makes her tick.

“i hope it’s not an accident,” yunha replies, laughing, “because shit, then years worth of practice was a waste.”

“time enjoyed is never time wasted.”

the unabashed cringe of the line garners an immediate eye roll, but she still seems to find it funny.

they’ve definitely been sitting here a while. grant straightens his back, fixing his gradually slouching posture, and is is met with an immediate flash of pain, distinct from the chronic dull ache underlying every day of his life, that radiates down every vertebra.

“what got you into music, though?”

yunha’s rosy pink lips purse in thought as she dwells on the question.

“a lot of things. my parents like music. i listened to a lot of different kinds of songs my whole life, first with them, and then later with my friends. i had some time between classes and studying to spend having fun, but i couldn't spend any money, so my friends and i would go to this music store. we walked around and picked random albums to listen to on the headphones. we never bought anything.”

grant nods supportively. “what’s, like, the first album you remember really liking? or albums. you don’t have to pick one.”

“ah! i treasure so many albums. seo taiji and boys IV. i think that’s still my favorite nostalgic album ever. i also remember fondly, um, this girl’s in love with you by aretha franklin. i heard that at the music store, and i was so impressed by her talent. i still am.”

“i'm not a music expert. surprise! i know, i know, i'm sorry to tell you, i did not practice for centuries for that wonderful spice girls performance earlier. no, but seriously, i most often just listen to the same old emo stuff i liked when i was 13. so, unfortunately i don’t know the first album at all, at least not yet, but i do know the second one. you have fantastic taste, that’s a classic.”

despite his ignorance, yunha still smiles from ear to ear. “you should look up the first one! look up, like, seo taiji ‘come back home.’ that’s the most popular song on the album. i don’t wanna bias you, so listen on your own and make your own opinions.”

“wilco. and if you don’t mind me asking, how’d you turn the interest in music into a skill? you are talented, but i know it's very much a skill. it does take a lot of practice to become tangibly good at music.”

“to express myself,” yunha says plainly, “it’s easier to tell your story in art than talking about it, and singing is free. you don’t need supplies to learn it. but yes, i needed that kind of outlet, you know? i always liked singing, always did it, but i needed more than only entertainment from it over time.”

“oh yeah, art is helpful. i really should have gotten on that train earlier. i got on board about a year ago. it's much better for you than intellectualizing everything. or at least that's what i tend to do. do you perform, by the way? outside of karaoke, that is."

"sometimes. but also, not in a long time."

there falls a brief, but peaceful lull in the conversation. grant’s eyes draw to black night sky as he recalls the last haphazard art he’d created–the mushy-gushy attempt at processing the universe. seeing it hanging above him now, his thoughts are no less conflicting. light pollution washes out the shining sea of stars, but the sky still retains its beauty, its bewilderment. visible or not, an infinite chain of dimensions and celestial bodies exist in the vacuum of space, orbiting independent of him, yet factoring in the tiny fraction of his mass on the mass of the earth in their delicate ballerina dance across the fabric of spacetime.

the universe must have created me for some reason, for something other than anguish.

his own words. again. ever-present.

“i miss seeing the stars.” yunha’s buttery soft voice breaks his concentration. “you can’t see anything here.”

“polaris.” grant raises his left arm and draws his index finger across the sky until it hovers above the only star he’s seen thus far. “technically, that means we should be able to see sirius, too, but we don’t need to get all science-y and talk about magnitude and that polaris isn’t–”

“i would like it if you did.”

she was thinking of the stars, too.

synchronicity.

“aw shucks! well. i’ll say this, polaris isn’t the brightest star. we just talk about it way more frequently because it has the most cultural significance in the northern hemisphere for, you know, navigation reasons. but hey, give it about 12,000 more years, and it even won’t be the north star anymore. thank you, wobbly earth axis. but also boo, woobly earth axis, because it's a little sad to think about.”

yunha’s eyes glitter with fascination. “it’ll be something else?”

“yep! the next north star will be vega,” he explains, “come on down, you’re the next contestant!”

“maybe we’ll see it happen.”

“if my consciousness is still floating around as little dust particles, that’d be pretty sick. you know? forget fly me to the moon, fly me to vega. why not?”

“i don’t think i'll be dust,” yunha says, not missing a beat at all, even as her focus remains fixed on the faintest twinkle emanating from polaris, “it’s kind of troubling. you don’t want to be, like, stuck in the whole cycle of the universe, but if you’re still here, you can see some really beautiful things.”

“ah. reincarnation?”

“if you’re asking me, you’re not going to be dust. either you escape the suffering or you come back in some kind of physical form, human or not, and you try again.”

grant thinks about it for a moment. and then the feelings, like usual, spill out at once.

“i'm not going to lie, that idea has always given me the heebie-jeebies. i think it’s very cool as a concept, but i'm, like, man, i don’t want to do this shit again. also, look, we're doing the thing again. oh, and shit, that sounded judgmental. i just run my mouth too much."

"most people don't know they lived before. you can't really remember your other lives without a lot of study," she answers, "and no, you don't. i prefer to hear your real opinion. it's actually stupid when people tell you what they think you want to hear."

"do you ever wonder what you were up to last go-around?"

"not too much, but i always heard strange birthmarks and scars are signs from your last death. fears, too. things you avoid. so, i guess, like, a clown stabbed me in the neck with needles."

"are you afraid of storm drains, by any chance? if so, i think pennywise had it out for you."

"hahaha." yunha shakes her head. "wait, i have to ask. is it not worse thinking you can only live once? that's not uncomfortable? feeling like you have to make everything perfect in your one lifetime?"

"oh no, it's terrifying. dying and just being done with everything is eerie, too, because there are nice things to do and see here in the real world. you’re right about that. and yeah, there is a lot of pressure to get it all right. also, that's not even mentioning that there are people i love that i don’t want to be gone forever. i'd like to think they remain somehow. conscious or not. i kind of think they do, but i don’t know. am i contradicting myself? capital-P probably."

“you don’t know what to think.”

grant immediately bursts out laughing. “yeah, no, absolutely not. i do not know. i just kinda waffle around and hope some scientist throws out some numbers and whatnot that proves some explanation of everything correct. but that’s impossible. it’s literally impossible. we can’t even simulate or predict the wacky physics that were going on at the exact moment the big bang happened.”

“not to be, like, all quirky, but...” yunha reaches over, patting him on the shoulder. “maybe don’t think about it? you’re gonna go crazy. you can just not know? and it's fine. this doesn’t mean anything anyway. the answer to anything is already in you, it’s not out there.”

and then she, too, starts giggling all over again and her cheeks blush deep red from sheepish cringe.

another stereotypical line, but he doesn't mind. they sound better coming from her than him anyhow.

a second later and she checks the time on her phone. her cheesy smile erodes into a slight frown.

“ahh, i really need to leave soon. i have a schedule in the morning.”

grant checks the time as well, drawing the sleeve of his hoodie up just enough to read the minuscule roman numerals on his watch.

on the watch an ex-girlfriend gifted him. not päivi, but...

4:00 a.m.

fuck.

right.

you’re leaving the country in two hours.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #sims 4 storytelling #simblr #hlcn: everything the stars promised #GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS #*screams into the void*#i have too many thoughts and i need to WATCH IT in my tags gushing because i will reveal too much either way #all i'm gonna say for now is ermmmmm i've been thinking about these scenes for literal years and i am pretty happy with how they came out #also i needed to advance the plot a bit for [REDACTED] story elements hence the unusual conversations #but nonetheless i love people getting to be a little funky and weird with each other and idk i've had similar encounters with random people #classmates and whatnot and you just find yourself talking about topics that are hard to get into but somehow you did #holocene.docx #holocene.png #hlcn: grant #hlcn: yunha

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asiandra-dash · 2 months

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Hii 🫡 can I request a emu otori headcanons to eat jom nom

Yes!!!! I actually never really thought about any headcanons for Emu, so this got me thinking :0

Also there is no organization I just wrote down anything that came to mind I'm sorry about the mess

The symbols in Emu's dialogue when she talks are used in the same way when she texts, but they confuse Tsukasa. Will he say anything about it? No.

She also uses emoticons at the end of her texts a lot °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

Whenever WxS has a rehearsal, she always brings snacks to share.

Emu loves watching children's shows! Her favorite characters are Pinkie Pie and Bluey.

She plays Roblox obbys and tycoons a lot.

She is practically immune to sickness. You could count the number of times she's been sick on one hand.

Somehow, Emu will always have a stash of candy on her. If you ask her for something to eat she will magically produce a piece of candy out of nowhere.

She eats chewy candy a lot because if she doesn't she will find something else to chew on.

Sometimes Emu cuts her bangs. It went really badly at first but she eventually managed to get it. She still doesn't cut all her hair herself though, she doesn't trust herself to not mess up the back of her hair (Unrelated to PJSK but it'll probably look as bad as Xingqiu's hair I'm so sorry-)

Emu loves children's coloring books and uses crayons!!

She also draws with crayons sometimes, though she usually uses a colored pen.

SPEAKING OF COLORED PENS!!! If she's not zoning out in class and actually takes notes they're SUPER colorful and has doodles all over them! Kind of similar to sketch notes or two page spreads (I literally do not know the difference but according to my English teacher there is)

She has those glow in the dark stars on the ceiling of her room and a few on her walls.

She used to have braces.

She sometimes pulls her shirt over her knees when sitting on the floor. Anyone around her has to watch her closely when she does that in case she suddenly jumps up and loses her balance because of it.

I can't decide if Emu has a high or low spice tolerance

Aahhhhhhh I would write more but I'm tired, it's midnight, and I have 26 vocabulary words to go over before school I'm gonna finish my dumb homework and head to bed but anyways thanks for asking!! I had a lot of fun coming up with headcanons for a character I didn't have much for!!! ^^

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diodellet · 4 months

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Hello, I saw your valentines post and thought I might join in

I'd really like prompt 3, the one with the dream if them , and Azul from twst

He's my fav of the twst cast and a comfort character (❁´◡`❁)

my pronouns are they/them/he/him, so do whatever you like with that info

maybe it's just me, but in a dream someone would have to do something cute and/or sweet in it to get me flustered and avoiding them (lol I'm weak to fluff but not really spice)

Anyways, I hope you have a lovely day or night and I wish the best of luck to you!

💌Azul Ashengrotto + Prompt #3 (Seeing them in your dreams, being too flustered to face them in real life.)

Dreams end at the most climactic moment. That is to say, right when the zombies catch you or as soon as you hit the ground. The same holds true for good dreams especially.

Which brings you to your current predicament.

The details were fading away, all that remained burned into your mind were those final moments—a wistful piano instrumental filling the air, the feeling of your hand in his as he led you in a slow dance, a lightness taking over your body as if you were floating, the steady heat of his palm against yours lingering even after you’ve woken up.

Of course, to be further spited by fate, the both of you are paired for a short research paper, carefully looking through the reference section of the library. Together.

“—if we could find more literature on—Hm? Is something the matter?” Azul looks up from the book he was skimming through.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I’ve just got a few things on my mind.” You play it off with a wave of your hand.

He levels a concerned look at you. “Is our class representative overworking himself again?”

“N-no, not this time. It’s nothing, just some personal business.”

“If you say so, then. But if you need a listening ear, just know that I can make room in my schedule to assist you. It would be terrible if I let a dear colleague of mine carry such a burden, wouldn’t it?” There’s something about those words, or maybe his voice, that makes your stomach uneasy.

There are some things you know about Azul Ashengrotto definitively. Anyone can spot his flair for showmanship. He’s busy, but also approachable. Maybe distant at times, but always polite.

(Not at all like the Azul in your dream. Not like the Azul of now.)

Scratch that point about distance, you didn’t get the memo that the both of you were close enough to be dear colleagues.

But here you are, on the receiving end of his complete and utter attention. It occurs to you now how little you truly know about Azul.

The ring of the bell cuts your conversation short, and you blurt out a flimsy excuse before rushing out and leaving him alone in the library.

a/n: hiiii!! thanks for sending in a request and happy valentines day💕💕 i had a bit of challenge trying to pin down azul's chara because i kept thinking any sweet or tender gesture from him would first of all be off-putting to the target of his affection,,, and that kinda carried through in the writing,,, oops,,, these drabbles weren't meant to contain slowburn tension🤧🤧Either way this prompt was fun to write, i hope u enjoyed reading this💕💕

#where both reader and azul are observant and distant from eo #and in readers case the observations are tipping into some growing feelings oh nooooo (like its a problem)#azul wondering: damn did i say smth wrong to him?#(he has yet to realize that he likes em more than the networking benefits they give him)#methinks his rizz is in how he forgets that words like 'dear' can carry romantic connotations #azuls thinking in 5-D diplomacy so hard he accidentally seduces u typa wit #hahaha catch me banking on scotch tape headcanoning as usual #dellet-writings #dellet-asks #z3llous #azul ashengrotto x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #male reader #edit: not me copy pasting the wrong song link oof #twst #twisted wonderland

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Personal DnDads Pride Headcanons

some of these are simple but most are paragraphs long because of who I am as a person (incapable of saying things concisely), so they're going under a readmore. vaguely organized by age group.

one quick note: feel free to cheer on or rag on any of these that you please, variety in opinion is the spice of fandom life! everyone's headcanons are so real and valid to me, i am a strong believer in having as many contradicting fandom opinions as you want. for this list, i just went with everything that is "default" to my fan content. others' transfem sparrow is shaking hands with my gnc sparrow and yes, i'm listing that one on purpose, because if you make fun of transfem sparrow, you are getting hit by my bat. be fucking nice.

please enjoy!

Season 1 Dads and Spouses

Carol is a lesbian. This is simply canon to me. It’s important that this is first and visible to everyone.

Bi/pan polyamorous Henry and Mercedes is also simply canon to me. Honestly that one might be fully canon based on some of the things that happen in Odyssey

Henry is unlabeled but in the sense that he calls himself ‘queer’, ‘bisexual’, ‘gay’, or ‘pansexual’, fully depending on his mood and the conversation happening

Ron is also unlabeled but in the sense that he has never thought about it in his life and isn’t intending to now

Glenn is bisexual but never talks about it unless someone else mentions it first, and he tries really really hard to never think about his gender once in his life. The queer angst I give Glenn could be a whole post of its own but just know he has issues. He does fuck men though

Darryl still isn’t really sure on his sexuality and probably never will be, but he’s actually explored it a bit, so that’s better than whatever the fuck was going on with him before the show started. Henry likes giving him subtle bear pride flag accessories because Darryl actually wears them a lot. His favorite color is brown, after all.

Jodie, Nicky, and Taylor all are bisexual with a preference for women. Sexuality isn’t genetic but it is for them specifically.

Morgan is also bisexual. Literally none of the season 1 parents are straight except maybe Samantha and even with her, my opinion fully matters on the day and how I’m feeling.

Henry and Lark have definitely had an exchange at some point where Lark asked him how it was to ‘experience twink death’, to which Henry just went ‘get back to me in a few years on that, kid.’ and Lark spent the rest of the week furiously moping because clearly, he’s a twunk, Father- (words of a man who did not take care of himself well enough from the ages of 18-25 to ever be a twunk)

This is my little shipper brain but Jodie only realized he liked men after being stuffed into the Odyssey and being around Ron 24/7 for months on end (and the demon stuff, but he didn’t know that yet for obvious reasons). In his timeline, he had a whole arc about it and now he’s persistently attracted to strange men who don’t make sense as well as women light-years out of his league. He’s still a little miffed that Henry doesn’t remember the very long conversations they had about it, but him and Nicky get to wear matching bi pride bracelets now, so he guesses it’s fine.

Kiddads and Spouses

Lark is bisexual. He has known this since kindergarten when his parents explained what the flag all over their house was and has never thought about it since.

Lark also helped Rebecca realize she was bisexual because she would ask him about it in a class they shared in high school

This is utterly unrelated to LGBT headcanons but I think Veronica and Rebecca grew up in San Dimas with the kiddads, and were friends with them in high school. It just makes sense to me

Unlabeled Terry Junior is something that can be so personal to me. In a general sense, he likes everyone romantically, and identifies enough with the asexual spectrum to wear an ace ring, but he doesn’t really see the point in putting a name on it. He’s just Terry Junior and he’s happy with that.

Him, Lark, and Nicky did have a group chat called ‘bisexuals with an agenda’ in high school though, where they would make plans for pranking or otherwise harassing their fathers during group outings. Terry loves Ron but that does not mean he is above ruining his day. It’s done with affection.

My thoughts on Sparrow could be a full fanfiction but gonna try to keep it simple (retroactive edit: did not keep it simple). Sparrow is the token cishet of the kiddads, but in the queerest way possible. He’s an Oak-Garcia, of course he’s explored himself very thoroughly. At current, he identifies as gender non-confirming cis man, but he has had periods of his life where he transitioned and then detransitioned. In early high school, he identified as non-binary. From senior year up until just before Hero was born, he lived as a trans lesbian. He doesn’t see these periods as phases, just as his identity changing over time. Currently he’s perfectly happy identifying as a man, but wouldn’t be wholly shocked if he transitioned again. Calls himself “cis but gender is obviously, massively, a social construct and so it feels unfair to expect myself to fit into these boxes when identity can be so fluid and-”

Rebecca still calls him her wife, and also a granola lesbian or MILF from time to time because it makes him laugh, and while Nicky was still in his life, he would send Sparrow trans memes a lot. Sparrow also has always liked being seen as non-binary, he sees it as ‘winning at being androgynous’. Competitive to the sense of nonsensical Sparrow my beloved

Sparrow always wears women’s clothing but that’s for autistic reasons. They just fit nicer for his brain. It helps the gender(tm) thing though, he near exclusively wore hand-me-downs from Mercedes throughout all of high school

Sorry for talking so much about Sparrow. He’s my favorite character so he is the focus of many of my thoughts. Anyways

Never been a huge fan of the ‘Grant was outed by his crush in the Forgotten Realms’ headcanon, I think Grant came out about a year beforehand. Long enough where everything about it has settled but it’s still new enough that Darryl forgot for a split second and thought Grant might have a crush on Killa during the Four Knight arc. He’d known he liked boys a while before that, and also his parents kind of figured he was gay most of his life since he had 95% girl friends

Marco is pansexual! He met Grant in college because he worked the front desk of their dorm building and would always wear a bunch of pride pins

Nicky was Grant’s first good friend who was a boy, I like to think that they were childhood friends. Grant announced this to his dad at the age of 10 by going “Nick Close is transgender now, so that means you don’t have to worry about me only talking to girls because he’s a boy.” and Darryl went “…Alright?” and then googled what ‘transgender’ means

Speaking of, Nicky realized he was trans because of Mulan. Both Glenn and Jodie, in their respective timelines, googled ‘How do I know if my daughter is a lesbian’ before he came out because Nicky would rewatch the reflection song so often and also the tomboy-isms. Everyone felt very stupid for being surprised when he cut all of his hair off, cried, and asked to change his name

T4T Nicky and Cassandra is canon and they rubbed it into everyone's faces when they were together, Anthony is just afraid of the truth

Cassandra is trans het. I love trans het people more than anything and I love her so this makes sense to me.

Veronica is non-binary, in the sense of “girl but to the left”. They/she pronouns, calls themself a girlie and a mom but not a woman, dresses in a kickass pantsuit at formal events. I’m also in love with her

Season 2 Teens and Friends

Hero and Normal are both trans. When Hero came out, Sparrow sat Normal down to explain why Hero was now a sister instead of a brother and Normal responded with “Well, that’s not fair. How come Hero can be a girl but I can’t be a boy?!” and Sparrow just stared at him for a really long time before going “You can be a boy, honey.” and they went thrift shopping as a family for new clothes the next day

Normal is stealth trans, mostly because Hero is the same way and he copies her, but also because it doesn’t really occur to him that he passes. He just figures that people knows even though he is on testosterone and binds and presents masculine. It helps that his family presents pretty gender-neutral as a whole, so most people assume he had long hair as a kid because his parents are hippies. They had a son and daughter, both with long hair. They now have a daughter and a son, both with short hair. To the general populace, nothing has changed, they just misremembered which kid was older.

Taylor is a demi-boy and spends every year growing more and more feminine. Definitely calls their gender something like ‘boy with a dash of girl on the side’ with their friends. Growing out his hair was a newer thing and he regrets cutting it, even if it was a super cool sequence and he looked like an anime protagonist, because he liked how it framed his face.

Cassandra has always maintained an openness about her trans identity, so Taylor’s the same way. He’s always got the he/they pronoun pin on (I figure this is normalized by the time of season 2, but he’s just very pleased about it), he has a variety of trans and non-binary pride pins that he cycles through, and they like painting their nails because it’s an easy way for them to feel a little more feminine.

Cassandra’s living room is decorated with a massive trans pride flag and LED lights. The first time the teens walk into Taylor’s home, Scary says “it looks like a Twitch stream in here” at the same time that Normal says “it looks like my sister’s room in here” and they high-five while Taylor yells at them to be nice.

Hermie is genderfluid and uses any pronouns. This is real to me. He has my own teenage trait of gender shifting every three hours and never knowing what to do about it and he will be suffering with this until he exits puberty, at which point he gives up and just sees what gender other people choose for him.

Hermie is also pan/ace! No further thoughts here. She just is.

Erica just goes by queer because she doesn’t think the common passerby deserves to know her rich inner life and she’s right, they don’t

I tend to say a lot that all of the S2 kids are bisexual, and I represent them as such, but I truly believe that Lincoln and Normal both have no idea what’s going on with their sexualities. They say they’re bisexual for bisexual teen squad reasons but Normal is going through a constant crisis of “Am I gay or bisexual?” and Lincoln looks up the definition of aro/ace on a weekly basis. Neither of them will ever express this until Scary goes “maybe I’m not bisexual, actually.”

On that note, Scary is a lesbian but she’s not going to realize that until college. For now, she’s rocking with the bisexuality and pretends it’s not weird that her ‘crushes’ on boys feel wildly different than her crushes on girls. Yes I am projecting. This is not a secret. We project onto Scary here.

#mine #dndads #dungeons and daddies #happy pride!#im just gonna drop this and go shower. sorry it is so fucking long LMAO

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abyssal-ali · 10 months

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Maribat Ships and My Vibe Explanations

These are based on the most popular tropes and scenarios I've seen particularly for a specific ship, but some are my own vision:) Moodboards I made for each ship, which are partially inspired by the below thoughts, are linked in the ship name.

Brucinette:

Boss x Secretary trope or Socialite meets Other Socialite and Both Discover each other is Less Shallow than they Thought

Alternatively,

Hero x Villain Love story.

Look, we all know Bruce has a bad track record with his Rogues and also Love in general

Black Cat Mari is the most popular, probably, but I think we should see more Villain/ Morally Grey Mari with other Miraculi

Not my favourite ship but it can be fun

Particularly when we add Dad Bruce and Mari gets to adopt the Batkids and be a Cool MomTM.

Dickinette:

Often a Villain x Hero romance, usually Black Cat Marinette and Nightwing.

A good trope to be sure, but I think we should spice it up more.

Vampire Dick Truthers (you know who you are) have a point with their Vampire Dick and Mari fics. Why not make Dick the villain in Mari's Rogue Gallery???

Overall a great trope, especially if you really delve into their characters: both are 'sunshine' characters who fight everyday to be the nice, kind heroes everyone thinks they are and expects them to be, even though it's the hardest route to take.

Jasonette:

(I'm biased as it's my #1 Maribat ship, but I'll try not to go on too long >.<)

Villain x Hero? Hero x Hero? Amazing, outstanding. What about Villain x Villain? I myself would love to see more Rogue Jason and Rogue Mari fics.

Any AU is amazing. I admit to having a fondness for Mob Boss Jason, partly because he is one in canon, at least for a while, and because I'm addicted to dark/mafia romance novels. Lieutenant Mari? Yes, please. Rival Mob Boss Mari? Heck yeah! Bat-affiliate Mari? Gimme. Please.

The amount of character exploration you could do if you wrote a romance where they actually stayed together, looking at you, DC is intriguing. Would Jason change for someone he loved? Would he give up crime lording? Would Mari accept him anyways but then they'd have to deal with one half running from the law/vigilantes and the other half being on the vigilantes' side?

Also, soft Jason. Nerding out over books and music and fashion and appreciating the fine things in life and meeting this cute fashion designer with a penchant to listen to Jagged Stone-

So many AU opportunities!! Bakery AU! Mafia AU! Coffee Shop AU! Meetcute at the Museum AU!...

Okay I'll move on now:(

Timari:

LISTEN

This ship IS THE DEFINITION OF THE CEO X SECRETARY TROPE!

I need more, I don't care if it's overused

Also, rival hackers or geniuses.

OR COFFEE SHOP AU

They're both coffee monsters, it's perfect

No I don't care that there are two dozen coffee shop Timari AUs, give me more.

Daminette:

ACADEMIC RIVALS TO LOVERS

Or just rivals to lovers is fine too

YOU REALLY THINK THESE TWO 'MUST BE THE TOP IN CLASS' WOULDN'T BE FIGHTING OVER GRADES AND THEN PAIRED UP ON AN ASSIGNMENT BECAUSE THEY'RE TOO INTENSE TO WORK WITH ANYONE ELSE AND THEN THEY HAVE TO WORK TOGETHER AT ALL TIMES LEST THE OTHER SABOTAGE THEIR PROJECT AND THEN THEY FALL IN LOVE-

anyways

I'm not even into HP but I want a Hogwarts AU with these two-

or any dark academia rivals to lovers au

Roynette:

Enemies or Rivals to Lovers

It's just a simple misunderstanding, as all large rifts start off with.

There's a translation issue or an eavesdropping that is taken out of context

(they're both idiots your honour)

But then something happens and they have to work together or they're made to talk and they realize it's all just a misunderstanding

And then they're like... " while we're clearing the air...so uh, I kinda have a crush on you'

"no way, me too!!"

And Mari meets Lian (or maybe that's what starts this, Jason and Mari are hanging out babysitting Lian and Roy comes to pick Lian up and they start talking and and and-)

And Mari loves Lian immediately of course, who wouldn't?

And so Roy likes her more because she likes Lian so automatically she's not as bad as he thought, and Lian really likes her too

And then they fall in love and Jason and Lian are the master matchmakers behind the scenes

You can pry OTP Jason & Lian setting up Roynette out of my cold dead hands

Konette:

I haven't seen or read a ton of Konette, but they usually meet at the Titans

Friends to Lovers 100%

They're both quiet and new and feeling out the dynamics

so they're often pushed together on purpose or by accident because the others are just so loud and chaotic

And then they become BFFs and are less inclined to join the others' chaos and so spend more time together, and so the cycle continues

And then one day something happens

Kon is Kryptonian and Mari had the Miraculous, they're usually the least-damaged members, but something happens, there's Kryptonite or magic or Something and one or both gets hurt.

The other jumps in front of them to take the blow because they can't let the other get hurt

"Why did you do that?!"

"I couldn't let you get hurt. You need to save our teammates."

Then the hurt one faints or passes out and the other confesses and thinks they can't hear them

They get back to the Tower safely and get treated and wake up and then they see the other

"Did you say you loved me, when I was passed out?"

"You heard that? Uh...yeah, I love you."

"I love you too!"

I haven't read much of any of the other ships to get a good feel on them, so I'm stopping here:)

#Hcs #DCxMLB #jasonette #dickinette #brucinette #daminette #timari #konette #roynette #TTT2023 #team: rare flair #team: java junkies #team: book design #team: spandex flex #team: pretty punk

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Peer Review

Modern Professor Ancunin au Post canon unromanced spawnstarion au

Summary: If you don't want to get called out in front of your class you probably shouldn't lie through your fangs

Words: <1k

Genre: Humor

TW: Character death mention

Thanks to @mutxnts for the idea!

The moment Astarion entered the building he caught the glances in his direction and conversations that seemed to quiet as he walked past. What a wonderful way to begin his day, with rumors circulating about him. Not that it was terribly uncommon for that to occur. Given that he was an almost eight-hundred-year-old vampire and taught an entire class that mostly consisted of reading his old journal entries, there was plenty to gossip about.

Well, that and Astarion not exactly being the most "stereotypical" of professors. Not that he saw anything negative about any of it. Spiced things up at least, hells, academia could be so boring without gossip. It was also completely unavoidable.

Unlike a lot of the rumors, this one was quite a bit more substantial, and recent. It was the sort of rumor that didn't win him any points with administration or management. So it had to be addressed. The sooner, the better. No better time than his next history class.

"As I'm sure you're all aware, there's a rumor about me getting caught picking a lock. I want to cle-" Astarion began.

"Is it true?" One of his students piped up, cutting him off. Far too excited.

"I was getting to that!" He shot back, never a fan of being interrupted.

"Yes, it's true." The vampire confirmed. Intrigued chattering among the students.

"However, I need to clarify. It was my office. I forgot my keys and I didn't have time to track down maintenance. And I suppose I was curious if I still had the touch. Don't want to get rusty." The professor stated.

"Can you teach us?!" Another student asked.

"As fun as it would be to unleash thirty students with sticky fingers onto campus, no. I asked for that when I started and they almost reconsidered hiring me." That had been a fun conversation. The joke was on them because he has tenure now.

A wonderful little idea crossed his mind. None of his students really knew much about his skills. Anyone who could argue against anything he said had either passed on or didn't care enough to counter him. His writings had bias too, so even that would legitimize his claims.

So why not have some fun with it?

"You know back in my rogue days, there was hardly a thing in Faerún I couldn't open. Doors, chests, shackles, mouths…and other things." The word he wanted to say was 'legs', but that would get him into even more trouble. Astarion just couldn't be fucked to sit through another meeting regarding 'professionalism'.

"So honestly, I'm only embarrassed that I took long enough to get caught. I must be slipping." He sighed. They seemed to believe him hook, line, and sinker.

What no one could have anticipated, even Astarion, was what happened next. A noise akin to static filled the room. The vampire was on guard, believing something was intending to harm either him or his students. This would be a challenge, he wasn't armed.

"Hello, class. Pardon my interupption." That voice was familiar. At first, Astarion thought this might be some sort of prank, but someone would have to be one hell of an impressionist to mimic this voice so accurately.

"This is his former party member The Wizard of Waterdeep, Professor Gale Dekarios of Blackstaff Academy. I'm reaching out to you via the weave to inform you this man is a liar. A massive liar, in fact. You shouldn't believe a word out of his mouth. I can hardly count the number of chests he failed to open and traps he failed to disarm." It had to be Gale. No one could nail that speech pattern. Immediately offended noises spewed out of the vampire. His ears went back like a cat's.

"…500 years I don't hear a word from you, and now you want to pop in for a guest lecture?!" And now of all times too. No other lecture had been grounds for an interruption before. Clearly, Gale must have taken it as quite an egregious lie to correct. How he had even found out was a good question, one the vampire likely wouldn't get an answer to.

"More like peer review really." Gale replied. The students couldn't contain their laughter. It wasn't every day that they got to see their professor get fact-checked from beyond the grave.

"What kind of an instructor lies so boldly to their own students? For shame Dr. Ancunin." Gale made a tsking noise. Astarion could imagine the head shaking.

"Everyone, ignore the disembodied voice of an annoying wizard. Who are you going to believe? Me, your professor or-" He gestured around them.

"A voice in the air?"

"Would a projection help?" Gale asked. It did feel a bit strange to be arguing with a voice. A projection might actually be nice.

"You know what, I'm not cleaning your gravestone anymore. Best of luck to Tara." Astarion shot back.

"I told you, he lies." It was a lie. A hollow threat, and they both knew it.

"Now get out, I have a class to teach!" Astarion huffed and gestured dismissively. Already knowing there was absolutely no way this class was getting back on track.

"Damn wizard." He muttered. Yet, there was a smile on his face. How nice it was to hear from an old friend again. Though Astarion would have preferred different circumstances, it did suit them. Perhaps it might not be the last time either.

#bg 3 fanfic #bg 3 fan fic #bg 3 fic #bg 3 fan fiction #bg3 fanfic #baldurs gate fanfiction #astarion fanfiction #gale bg3 fanfiction #astarion fan fiction #gale bg3 fan fiction #astarion fan fic #baldurs gate 3 fan fic #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #these border crack fic.#professor ancunin au #and I'm fine with that.#because they're so fun.#gale be like.#L + ratio + downvote.

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leiawritesstories · 2 years

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WHO Is This?

Just a fun little something based off @thegreyj talking about being on the phone with a famous person hehe. There may be more parts in the future...👀

Word count:

Warnings: bit of language, naughty thoughts

Enjoy!

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The obnoxiously upbeat chorus to the Spice Girls’ “Wannabe,” Aelin’s default ringtone, interrupted her just as she was about to head out the door for the eight o’clock barre class she taught at the local fitness studio. Grumbling, she picked up the call, swiping to answer.

“Aelin Galathynius.”

“Hi Aelin, this is Rowan, I just wanted to know if you have a minute?”

Aelin blinked. "Who?"

"Rowan Whitethorn," the smooth, deep voice on the other end of the phone repeated. "I...uh, I'm co-hosting the student athletes dinner with you?"

"Of course," she returned quickly, pinching herself.

Rowan Whitethorn, the chairman of the alumni board. Who happened to be an unfairly talented athlete who'd graduated in her class. Rowan Whitethorn, the youngest ever alternate captain of the Bane, Terrasen's NHL team. Was on the phone. With her.

She shouldn't be this, erm, flustered. “Right! Rowan.” She cleared her throat. “Actually, I’m on my way out the door, I teach a class at eight.”

“No worries!” he returned, the half-grin in his voice evident over the phone. “Just call me back when you have a chance, yeah?”

“Oh, absolutely. Now that I have your number and everything.” She locked her door behind her, making sure her apartment was secured before she headed for the stairs. “Gods, I totally sounded like a creep there, I’m sorry.”

He actually laughed this time, the deep rumble a sound she knew would feature in her dreams for gods only knew how long. “Hey, I’m the one who showed up as Unknown Caller; if anyone was being a creep, it was me.”

She chuckled. “Fair enough. I really have to run, though.”

“Of course! Just call whenever you have time, I’ve actually got a free evening.”

“Sure! Talk to you later, Rowan.” She waited for his polite goodbye before hanging up and hurrying out to her car, speeding a little bit as she went to the studio.

After teaching her class, she left the studio grinning, energized, as always after she taught a class. The serotonin rush she got from teaching her fitness classes never failed to leave her with a grin on her face, even after nine o’clock at night.

She made a quick stop at the bubble tea shop on the ground floor of her building to pick up her favorite boba drink before heading upstairs, scrolling through her phone to find Rowan’s number from earlier. And hoped he’d really meant it when he said she could call him whenever she was free.

Gods, why couldn’t she shake those damn lingering effects of her ex?

Her phone only rang a couple of times before Rowan picked up. “Rowan Whitethorn.”

“Hey, it’s Aelin.”

“Hey!” She heard the faint rustling sounds of him sitting down. “How was your class?”

“Really great!” She beamed. “I always love when new people show up, it gives me a chance to make sure I’m not making the workouts too difficult or anything.”

“Oh, you teach a fitness class?” He sounded…intrigued? That was new.

Her ex–dammit, why was she still thinking of that prick?–had never been even remotely interested in the fitness classes she taught.

“Yeah.” She found her response a little more subdued than she’d prefer. So she tried again. “Yeah, I teach Pilates and barre over at Caraverre in downtown.”

“Oh, really?” Rowan perked up. “My cousin goes there pretty often; she says it’s a phenomenal place.”

“Tell her thank you,” Aelin all but gushed, blushing a little from the praise. “One of my best friends owns the place, she offered me an evening class time. Apparently I needed some time away from my soul-sucking corporate job. Her words, not mine.”

Rowan laughed again, the deep, decadent sound thrumming in her veins. Yep, she’d definitely be dreaming of that man’s laugh.

Probably with her vibrator, if she was being honest.

“I’ll pass it along. Hey, if Sellene’s so pleased, I just might have to check the place out. The physical therapy team’s always on our asses to get us to do something that makes us stretch, not just keep pushing.”

“They’re right,” Aelin chuckled. “Pilates is always a good option. You don’t need any kind of experience to start it, and it’s a lot slower and more focused on stability and muscle recovery than the more intense workouts.”

“Would you mind sending me the studio’s schedule?” He coughed quietly, a little awkwardly. “If you do drop-ins, I’d love to come and try out a class.”

“Of course!” She switched the call to speaker for a moment. “Let me just text it to you real quick.”

“Got it!” he declared a moment later. “Thanks, Aelin.”

“Of course!”

He cleared his throat. “So, about the dinner…”

“Right.” She flipped open her notebook to a blank page. “University sent us the date and time, they had to schedule that on their end, but we have to do basically everything else.”

“Unfortunately,” he agreed, mumbling something that sounded like a curse. “I think we can do catering through the university, since they have that option.”

“Okay…” Aelin scribbled down a note. “Who’s the contact for that?” Rowan gave her a name, which she noted. “You sound like you’re familiar with that process, do you want to handle the catering?”

“Sure.” Pen scratched on paper as he wrote something down. “I can also let my team know about this, there’s a bunch of UTerr alumni either playing or on the training team.”

“Perfect.” Aelin tapped her chin. “I’ll throw together something to put on their social media, I know the lady who manages the university’s accounts.”

“Great!” He paused for a second. “Okay, and what do we want the dress code and all of that to be?”

“Well,” Aelin mused, thinking back to the dinners when she was a student. “It was always formal or semi-formal while I was there, so we probably shouldn’t break from that.”

“Right,” he chuckled. “Not a good look for a couple of alums.”

“Seriously,” she laughed. “So, semi-formal dress code?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Great.” She scribbled it down. “It’s for student athletes and their friends and family, so we shouldn’t try doing any kind of elaborate theme. Plus that costs a lot anyway, and we don’t want to be spending a ton of money on this one event.”

“True.” He thought for a moment. “Should we just make it like an elegant evening kind of atmosphere, then? You know, like going to a nice restaurant? As nice as you can get while being in an event hall on a college campus, at least.”

She snickered. “Now don’t go bashing your alma mater like that, Whitethorn…”

“We both know exactly how much UTerr cares about its precious students, Galathynius,” he deadpanned, hiding the smirk in his voice.

“Enough to go on and on about the famous Rowan Whitethorn,” she teased. “Rising star in the world of pro hockey and all that.”

“Ugh,” Rowan grunted, “not that again!” She heard his huffed sigh. “Damn university’s been all over me ever since I got the A on my jersey. All of a sudden they care about my career.”

Aelin snorted. “Must be nice being the golden boy. Or should I say silver boy?”

“Shut up,” he groaned, playfully. “I’m twenty-seven, Galathynius.”

“Bit young for a silver fox,” she snickered. “You sure you didn’t get the digits backwards, old man?”

“You watch who you’re calling old, young one.” Gods burn her, but she really damn wished they were having this conversation face to face. In her apartment. With minimal clothing on.

Gods above, she needed to relieve some of that pent-up sexual tension.

“All right, all right, I won’t say anything else about you being a geriatric.” She snickered, enjoying his growl of mock rage a little too much. “Anything else specific you were thinking for the dinner?”

“Mmm, not really?” He considered. “If and when anything else pops into my mind, I’ll let you know.”

“Great.” She closed her notebook. “See you at the next meeting, then?”

“Yep!” he agreed. “Or maybe before then, if I end up coming to Caraverre.”

She grinned. “Well, if you do stop in, do pass along your cousin’s thanks to Lysandra. She’s the owner, you’ll know her when you see her.”

“Will do.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “G’night, Aelin.”

“Good night, Rowan.” A little grin tugged at her lips after she’d hung up, something about that conversation settling in her heart.

Mentally, she smacked herself. Pull yourself together, Galathynius! You’re as bad as the puck bunnies! Even so, even as she collected her wits–somewhat–and headed off to shower, she knew precisely what was going to happen that night.

Gods, how the hell was she supposed to look Rowan in the eye at the next alumni board meeting?

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@charlizeed

@cretaceous-therapod

@clea-nightingale

@autumnbabylon

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@live-the-fangirl-life

@darling-im-the-queen-of-hell

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#my writing #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #rowaelin #rowaelin fanfic #fluff #and naughty jokes

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lemmilemura · 1 year

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You want some academic rivals to lovers? With a lil bit of spice at the end? You want that? I KNOW YOU DO SO HERE YOU GOOOOOOO For the fic, reader's last name is used, and instead of just putting (Y/L/N), I'm gonna use my O.C.s name, which is Evans. If you really don't like that I will go in and change it just lemme know <3

All kept gender-neutral Based on the show

"I'm really dreading the new seating charts, I know I'll be next to someone I can't stand in atleast one, I guarantee it." Bronwyn complained next to me. "Saaaaame. I can already see it..." Said Maeve. I just kept quiet. All of the teachers spontaneously got together and decided to change every single seating chart for every class. Nobody was happy with it, especially those who understood how the teachers liked to arrange things. Luckily they weren't the type of people to put asshole class clowns next to the quiet ones, that would have made this all even worse.

The thing is, they put those with similar levels of success and intelligence together, and in my class there was only one other person who matched me; we were the top two of our class, always really closely matched, and I hated it. "I feel really bad for you, (Y/N). I mean, you'll probably be put next to Si-" "Don't. Even. Think about it." I cut her off. "Even just the thought makes me wanna jump out of the window." Everyone in Bayview knew that putting Simon Kelleher and me in the same class was one of, if not the biggest mistakes the school system could have made.

"Sorry, forgot you two had beef that's been going on for centuries." She joked, but in part it was true. Ever since elementary we've been trying to out-do eachother 24/7, eventhough our families were actually friends. You can imagine how basically every thanksgiving and family-holiday ended up. In High School atleast we didn't have every class together, but the ones where teachers did the 'quality match-ups' we did of course. "You didn't forget, Maeve. Stop making it worse." Bronwyn lightly pushed her sister's shoulder. "It's... fine." I said, shrugging, trying to get to other thoughts.

The ring of the first bell of the day smashed me back down to reality though. I had 3 classes without him, then 3 with. (I dunno american school hours just go with it k fanks xD), I just had to survive 3 hours until lunch, then 3 more and I'd be free. "Praying to whatever god will listen that I'm spared." I did prayer hands and looked over at Bronwyn and Maeve. "Good luck." They said, and left. I checked my schedule on the way to my first calss, and, of course, there was a change. One of our teachers suddenly got sick, and since the first class was 2 hours of their class, they got changed. The last two basically got pushed to the front. 2 hours, 1 hour of freedom, and then 1 again.

"Well looky here. How fun. We get to go home early." I almost broke my phone in half with how tightly I was gripping it. I don't have time for this right now. I just ignored him and walked past, in the direction of our first class. "Not even a hello? You really are an asshole, huh Evans?" "Says you, Kelleher." I still refused to look at him. "Oh, so you haven't gone mute! Fantastic." He always seemed endlessly entertained by those one-sided conversations, I mean he had no friends so of course he appreciated any form of human contact.

"Who do you think they put us with?" He kept talking, and I kept walking. "Wouldn't it be fun if they at us next to eachother? I think it'd be hilarious." He greatly exatterated a smile. "Fuck off, Kelleher." I eventually managed to tune him out for the rest of the way to class. I was endlessly relieved when the door came into view. I just let it fall closed behind me, not giving a single fuck about if it may crush Simon. Kind of wanted it to. The teacher wasn't there yet, well their stuff was, they probably went to go get something.

On the whiteboard was written "Find the seat with your name on it" Simple enough. Some people were already at their seats, so I just maneuvred around those to look for mine. Mine was at the far side, at the window. Everyone knows the window seats are the best place to sit. Main character moment. I quickly set my stuff down and got to getting settled in. "I must be psychic, huh?" All my movement freezes. No. No. I beg you, whatever god is listening, NO. It takes a lot of courage to turn around and face him.

"Hello, neighbour" He said, with that shit-eating grin on his face. What being did I upset to deserve being stuck next to Simon Kelleher for almost 6 hours a week for the forseeable future? Which one? I'll apologize, AFTER BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU. Luckily before anything could happen, the teacher got in, accompanied by one of the school staff who like take care of the building or something, not really sure. They were each carrying a giant box that seemed pretty heavy.

"Alright class, seems everyone found their seats, perfect. Now, in these boxes is a very important item for this class. To help teach you all about life and all that, we have decided to, for part of your final grade this year, set up a group project." The teacher explained, and immediately people started looking around the room and partner up with people, from anywhere in the room. "Now before you get too ahead of yourselves, the groups have already been decided." Fuck fuck fuck. I know where this is gonna go. Please no. I closed my eyes and put my hands infront of my face.

"The groups are groups of two." My life flashed before my eyes. "Your partner is the person you’re seated with. Simple as that. And no, there will be no changes to the groups." I’m ready to jump out the window, salute the teacher and just die. "Well, whatever this’ll be, I have to admit we’re probably gonna do good since, and this is in no way a compliment, we are the two smartest people in this room right now. Teacher included." I hated the fact that I agreed with Simon. The two of us often got complimented on our intelligence, and teachers have, in the past, suggested we partner on group projects. The "NO"s they received were faster than lightning.

"I wasn’t taking it as a compliment, so don’t worry. The day you compliment me is the day you have been replaced by an alien. Can’t wait." I force a very condesending smile. "Aww, so you want me to compliment you? You could’a just said so sooner." He smirked at me. This bitch- "The project is..." the teacher began handing out the thing in the box. "Taking care of a fake baby together!"

.-.

-_-

>:(

ARE YOU KIDDING ME? ANYTHING BUT THIS I COULD HAVE DONE PERFECTLY FINE BUT A BABY? A FAKE BABY? WITH SIMON KELLEHER? WHY??

The teacher came round to us, set the baby on our table, and continued on. "That has got to be the ugliest baby I have ever seen. Definitely got that from you." He pushed it towards me. "Why would it look like you, you’re not even the father." I responded. He was right though, the baby was in this weird uncanny-valley, right between cartoonish and waaaaay too realistic. "I know. There’s no way I would ever get it on with you." "Feeling’s mutual."

The school helper person then came around and set a bottle, some clothes and a small selection of toys onto the tables. "You will have to feed, put to sleep and basically take care of this baby for a month. At the end of that one month period, a qr-code on the back of the baby’s head will be scanned, revealing if you properly took care of your baby. So no just leaving it in a corner for a month, that will be an automatic fail. You will also need to write a short paper about what you kearned during that time, as a collaborative effort."

I turned it around and there was indeed a qr-code. "Hitman baby" I whispered to myself. "Hitman is a barcode. Wait, you know Hitman?" He asked, seemingly very surprised. "Yes, I know Hitman. Watched a man kill a bunch of people with only cupcakes, with only a fish I think, stuff em all in a freezer, all that stuff." (RTGame supremacy)

The other students around us were already playing around with their babies, giving them names, throwing them into the air and whatnot. "Now if you may, can of person of each group please scan the qr-code and enter the people in the group and the name you have chosen for your baby." I had my phone in my pocket, so I grabbed it and scanned the code. "What’ll we name it?" I looked over at Simon. "Hitman?" He suggested, bordering on joking and an actual suggestion. "No, dumbass. But... does Hitman have a name?" I then got to googling. "We’re not actually going to name this uncanny-valley nightmare after a literal assassin, are we?"

"It’s a literal fake baby, it’s not going to matter what we name it, I can hear some people name it 'Pope mobile' and 'Mr.Worldwide Mr.305' so why not?" He let out a breath at the names, almost a laugh, but not quite. "He’s just referred to as 'Agent 47'. Ideas?" I went back to the tab with the name box. "Well, what about Agent?" "Agent? I mean, it’s not terrible, not great, but I feel like it’s gonna be the best thing we’ll come up with. Agent it is!" And so, the baby is named Agent.

The rest of the class went on with the teacher explaning how to take care of the baby, why they organized this, etc etc. Since the 'introduction' to the babies took almost the whole first hour, the second was used for us to arrange how we were going to co-parent our babies. Very accurate, since if me and Simon by some evil force ever would have children, they would be co-parented to hell and back.

"Let’s just do a daily thing. Every day after school we’ll swap. Easy enough, right?" I suggested. We agreed, then the day went on with minimal annoyance. Turns out almost everyone was doing the baby project. It was kind of funny seeing hundreds of high-schoolers carrying around hundreds of fake babies, some already crying. The only time me and Simon ended up talking was when we 'exchanged babies'. Time sort of flew and soon enough, it was the last week of the project. We decided to get together at Simon’s place to write our paper. I was of course hesitant, but agreed since I wasn’t going to sit in a library for hours.

There was music playing from his computer as both of us worked on our halves of the paper on the document we’d been given. It was pretty peaceful, neither of us said a word. Then, of course, Agent decided to start crying. "Oh come on kid, now? Really?" Simon complained, and eventhough I was sitting closer to it and it was literally in arms reach, he got up and scooped Agent out of his position on his bed. He started softly rocking him side to side, whispering things I couldn’t quite understand while trying to figure out what was wrong. "Could you hand me his bottle, please?" He asked, only briefly looking in my direction before focusing back on Agent.

I went and got the bottle from my bag, but as I looked back up, something about the scene made me stop in my tracks. I don’t know if it was the lighting, music in the background, the visual of Simon and Agent but something did something to me.

Fuck.

This was not good. In no way was it good. Maybe it was the fact that in all this time I had never seen just how Simon treated Agent, since we had never previously been together in a room, all 3 of us, when he acted up. I don’t know why but I never expected to see him so... soft? Nurturing? I don’t know what it is, but it was making me feel things and I didn’t want it to. I catch myself quick enough and bring him the bottle, which seems to solve the issue. "Look at you, bein’ a dad. Almost like you’ve done this before... you haven’t done this before, have you?" I asked, only somewhat joking. "What? No, of course not. Shoulda seen the first week, I was about ready to throw him across the room the second he started crying."

For a moment we just stood there, looking at this fake child we had been 'raising' for a month now. "I must admit... I think I’m gonna miss this ’lil guy once this is over." He spoke so uncharafteristically softly. "You can buy one. Pretty sure kids toys these days are like this already." I suggested, then sat down on his bed again. "Yeah but, that’s not the same." He sat down too, still holding Agent in his arms. "You really got attached to a fake robo baby, huh?" I teased him. "Oh shut up" He pushed me to the side, but misjudged his strength and my position and ended up causing me to fall off his bed antirely. "Ah fuck!" I cursed. Good thing he isn’t an actual baby who can hear us.

"Oh shit, are you okay?" He set Agent down and came to help me up. "Jeez, Kelleher, when’d you get so nice? It’s starting to freak me out." He sort of glanced me over to make sure I hadn’t hurt myself, but when he got to my face and we made eyecontact, he seemed to freeze. There was something going on, but I couldn’t quite tell what, I never could.

In a flash, my back is pressed up against the wall next to his bed, my hands firmly on his chest and his lips on mine. He was kissing me. I was kissing him. And the worst part was that I was enjoying it. Eventhough I did, there was a part of my brain telling me it was wrong. So, I started pushing him away a little. He seemed to immediately get the memo and stopped, looking into my eyes. We both took a moment to breathe, he seemed just as surprised by the situation as I was. "I don't think we should be doing this." I said. "Do you want to stop?" He asked.

Instead of answering, I pulled him back into another kiss. Fuck 'should', I need this. I thought. If you'd have told me just a month earlier that I'd be in Simon Kelleher's room and willingly making out with him, I'd have called you crazy. How it took me this long to realize the 'hate' and 'dislike' I had for Simon was actually just a shit ton sexual tension all along I still don't know. It wasn't until this moment that I fully realized that I had wanted this for what felt like an eternity, that want crashing down on me all at once and making me never want to stop kissing him.

Simon then put his hands under my thighs and lifted me up, pressing me further against the wall and I wrapped my legs around him. Eventually though we had to pull apart and breathe, both of our faces obviously red and flushed. "Are we really about to do this with a baby in the room?" I sarcastically asked. "It's fake anyway." He then moved his head to my neck and started peppering kisses on it. "Do you want to though?" He asked.

"You really think I can say no now?" I respond. I can feel him smirk against my neck.

It’s currently 2am when I finished this and omg this has been in my drafts for so long and it’s finally seeing the light of day, or should I say night. Some parts are kind of rushed and not as food but I just really wanted to finish it tonight. Hope you still enjoy it <3

#one of us is lying #oouil #oouil tv show #simon kelleher

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bimboboylink · 2 years

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Hey hey! Good morning, afternoon, evening! Can I request uhh where Kurt is just obsessed with [y/n] to the point he started stalking him to the point that he kidnapped her with his car when he finds out that she's seeing someone? Ty ty! You can decide what's gonna happen in the end though. Thank you again!

It's cool! My go to is male reader anyways ^^ Hope you enjoy this, I added some small spice but nothing to big like full on smut, I also added a little more depth to the plot, like, reader has a shitty ex (if you see this, you know who you are) >:3 Btw, I now know how being stalked feels, so- fun :D

"Obsession"

WARNINGS: Stalking - Smoking - Kidnapping - Mentioned Death

Pairings: Stalker! Kurt Kunkle X Male Reader

Recently your best friend Kurt had been...weirder than usual. He started acting more off than normal after you told him you had a lover. At first he had bombarded you with questions about them, "do they treat you right?", "do they respect boundaries?" and the weirdest "have they touched you?" There were plenty more questions, but those were the ones repeated the most.

You answered most his questions, thinking he was just curious, the poor guy has probably had very few, if any relationships. (Though you never knew why, he was quite cute, and could clean up nice)

After that he seemed a little more distant, always working on "filming ideas" and other stuff while you were over, almost ignoring you, which was the strangest bit because he used to cling to you like you were his favorite toy!!

It kinda upset you...You really did love how he clinged to you, hugging you, cuddling you, even if he was working, it was a lot more affection than your significant other gave you........ what were you thinking?! You have a lover! You can't be fawning over your bff! Even if your current lover was sucky..

What you didn't know was that Kurt was planning your kidnapping. How he was planning to kill your pathetic excuse of a lover, how he planned on kidnapping you, how he planned everything. From how he would fake a double date plan just to get you out, to how he planned on making your disappearance seem almost non-existent to the outside world.

He even had your phone linked to his, he could see everything you do, the messages you sent, you calendar plans, your alarms. He used it to his advantage, he stalked you at your job, your classes, he was everywhere, and you had no clue. You knew you were being watched, but as most would think, you thought you were just paranoid.

You were at a club, waiting on said lover to show up, they said they were gonna bring 2 of their other friends for a "double date". You never liked their friends, but if it got you a date with your significant other. It had been 40 minutes since they messaged you they were on their way. After 30, you gave up and stepped outside, lighting up a half-burnt cigarette from your wallet, smoking the rest of it as you waited 10 more minutes.

You really gave up after that, going for ordering a Spree, not even checking the driver as you put your phone away, starting to wonder around the parking lot as you waited.

Kurt was your driver, he had been waiting in the parking lot all night, planning this ever since he found out about your "lover", Kurt always thought something was wrong with the way they treated you. Even he's barely been in a relationship and he knows it!

He got the notification and desperately looked for you, soon seeing you pacing just a few cars in front of him. He put on his only black hoodie, pulling the hood up and getting out, closing the door as softly as he can to not get your attention.

He snuck up behind you and used the chloroform soaked rag, covering your mouth and nose. You had tried to shout, but it was no use.

"shh, shh, I-I'm so sorry, but this is the b-best"

You tried to say his name before passing out, Kurt holding you and shushing you, rubbing your back even though you couldn't do anything. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to his car, laying you gently in his back seat, taking his sweatshirt off and laying it over your upper body.

He closed the door and got in the driver's seat, his normal cameras filming, the led lights out and his phone set in the passenger seat, opened to messages to you. Except, they weren't "his" messages exactly. But hey, he had you pretty convinced he was them.

He started the drive to his house, it not being to far as he didn't wanna make things harder on himself. He looked back every once in a while as you stirred in the seats of his car.

He let out a shaky breath as he parked in his drive way, getting out and moving to open the door near your head. You stirred a bit more, it seemed you were having a bad dream has you had started crying at some point.

Kurt slightly panicked at this and quickly picked you up bridal style again. He looked down at you, your breathing evened out a bit as you clung to Kurt.

Kurt let out a sigh and slowly closed his car doors, making sure to grab his keys and phone, occasionally adjusting his sweatshirt on you. He walked to his front door and opened it, having to slam it with his foot, looking down to make sure he didn't wake you.

You only stirred a bit again, nuzzling your face into Kurt's bicep more. He nodded to himself and started mumbling, walking to his room he set you on his bed softly, going to lock his door.

He sat near you on the bed and tied your hands behind your back and your ankles to your thighs. The knots weren't the best, but it would hold well enough...hopefully.

Now he had to prepare himself to wake you. Would you hate him? What if you went to the police and reported him?! He'd have to kill you then, and that's something he never wants to do.

You stirred a little aggressively. He snapped his head to look at you, eyes blown wide as saucers as he watched you. Your eyes twitched and slowly opened, having to adjust to the bright blue and green leds of Kurt's room.

You remembered what happened and thrashed around, desperately looking around. Your eyes met Kurt's and you were reminded that you heard his voice before blacking out. You panicked even more.

Was he gonna kill you?! Oh god, no, all the years of being friends and helping him down the drain, you even helped with #TheLesson, no matter how weird it was to you!!!

You teared up and started sobbing, letting out pleas, begging him to let you live. He quickly got closer to you, holding you close as you sobbed, your tears soaking part of his shirt.

"P-Please don't kill me, please, I'll d-do anything Kurt!! Please!!"

Kurt was upset that you thought he would kill you. He grabbed your face gently and had you look at him, his face holding soft features.

"I don't w-wanna kill you [F/N], I couldn't imagine k-killing you..."

He mustered up what little courage he had in his body and kissed your lips, it was weird, and oddly tense more on Kurt's side, but you kissed back after a bit, your sobs slowly dying down to sniffle as you both just sat there, holding the kiss for as long as you could.

He eventually pulled back, looking anywhere but your eyes. He teared up a bit and let you go, your body slouching lower onto his stomach and lap.

"I-I love you.."

God, those 3 words. Your eyes went wide and you looked up at him, processing them. Once you had, you clung to him the best you could, tied up and all. You nuzzled into his lower abdomen.

"I love you t-to Kurt.'

He was shocked. You said it back? You said it back!! He quickly turned ecstatic, clinging to you and grabbing at you quickly as he held you close.

He let out small noises of excitement, something he often did with you since he was so comfortable. You smiled at him as he held you close, he started to kiss your face before quickly pulling back, dropping you as you let out a huff.

"I-I'm sorry!! I didn't ask if t-that was okay!!"

You could clearly hear the panic in his voice, his body starting to sweat and heat up. Something common that happened when his anxiety spiked.

You shushed him the best you could from your tied up position on his bed. You smiled up at him and lovingly rubbed your head against his legs.

He quickly looked down at you. More panic setting in as he realized he dropped you, you cut him off before he could apologize or say anything.

"It is perfectly okay to kiss me babe, I promise you"

He picked you up again and started to untie you, as soon as the knots were undone you stretched a bit, your bones popping and groaning as you smiled at him, holding him afterwards.

You peppered kisses all over his face, his happy sounds of excitement from earlier coming back as he flushed slightly from the kisses. You stopped and pulled back.

He slowly peppered kisses on your face, still unsure. You smiled brightly as he did so, grabbing one of his hands and holding it, stroking your thumb over the top of his hand.

You leaned forward and hugged him tightly, him almost falling backwards as he quickly steadied himself with one hand, the other holding you.

"I guess I'm your obsession, Kurtie"

Tags: @kurtsword96 I hope you like this! ^^

#kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle x male reader #kurt kunkle x reader #kurties #x male reader #x reader #spree movie #spree #spree 2020 #kurt spree #spree x reader

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lightvsdark18 · 2 years

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Responses to voicelines (Cater)

Hey, you're looking fab today, as always. Shall we? Actually, before that, why don't we have some tea? It'll be a great photo op.

Sure.

You and I are best buds? LOL! Hey, what's with that face? I'm not saying we're not. I just don't know how to react to a statement like that IRL.

But you didn't have to laugh. You couldn't think up any other way to react?

School Uniform

You free? Same. Sooo, got any hot insights on what's trending?

I have no phone, and even if I did, I don't care about trends. Sorry, Cater.

Ummm, you haven't forgotten that I'm your upperclassman, right?

And you haven't you forgotten I'm older than you, right?

P.E. Uniform

It makes me wanna barf when people are like, "Your sweat glitters like the fountain of youth!" Bro, I'm just tired.

*Laughs* You're speaking the truth on that one.

Fix your collar, quick! Riddle's wandering around, so you better look fresh to death.

But he isn't my dorm leader.

There are a buncha different ways to wear our gym uniforms. Your style isn't half-bad either.

It's just pants and a shirt, not really a style.

Something on your mind? I can't very well ignore a cute underclassman in trouble!

You think I'm cute? (Starry eyes as a joke)

It's not that I'm bad at exercising, I just don't like getting too fired up.

Same.

Labwear

Got any plans for today? If not, I can take you on my Magicam photo op tour.

Hmm, I got nothing. So, I would love a tour.

You seem to have a lot of time on your hands. You sure you don't need to prepare for class?

I'm already prepared. Are you, Cater?

Putting in elbow grease is all well and good, but you need to chillax sometimes, too. Take a leaf from Grimmy's book.

I chillax too much back home. I'm making up for the lost time.

Ceremonial Robes

Huh? More drama happening? There's never a dull moment with you, Prefect.

*Sighs* It's better than it was at home.

We should chat. I bet you've got stories for days.

Yeah, I do. Well, depending if you want fiction or not.

I get it. You can't help but fall all over me. But nobody likes the desperate schtick!

? Are you doing okay, Cater? Do you need a glass of water?

You got a problem on your hands, don'tcha? I mean, I'd go with you even if you didn't. You're always loads of fun.

Aw, now I'm in a good mood.

Dorm Uniform

I'd ask you not to involve me in your problems, but that wouldn't make a bit of difference, would it? You're a real handful. Heh.

....

You rang? How many times does that make this now? You're such a goober. Ha ha.

....

Maybe you should start wearing our dorm uniform on the down-low more often. It looks surprisingly good on you.

(Positive) Does it?

Do you ever get homesick?

... I haven't really thought of it. Having too much fun spending time with you.

It's nice that you've taken a liking to me and all, but… don't I get some respect as your upperclassman?

Don't I get some respect as your senior? Heh. Do you think I don't respect you?

Halloween

Aha! Did I scare you because I look so different from usual?

I was more surprised than scared.

Have you SEEN Lucius today?! He's got the cutest little pumpkin hat. Never would've expected that from Professor Trein.

Do you have pictures?

Happy Halloween! Wanna take a pic for posterity?

Happy Halloween, and yes.

Isn't this black veil so mysterious? You're welcome to lift it and get a peek at the gorgeousness beneath. Ha! JK.

Or I can pretend I'm at a wedding, lifting your veil and go in for a kiss (on the cheek). Just kidding.

You wanna know what Heartslabyul dressed as last year? Pirates! Wanna see my costume?

Yes!

Silk Adorned

Is that spicy street food I spy? I'm a total spice fiend, so I can't miss out on that.

You remind me of my brother.

Vacations rule. Doesn't it feel liberating to be surrounded by complete strangers?

Eh.

#twisted wonderland #twst voicelines #cater diamond

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considerablecolors · 2 years

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What do you think the saf characters' cutie marks would be?

WELL *prepares to infodump* I'M SO GLAD U ASKED ANON

so when I was originally thinking abt a SAF x MLP crossover, cutie marks were actually the first thing I thought about! I sketched them out (along w/ some explanations) in a notebook:

so some transcriptions/elaboration:

Curt

Spying. Duh. Pretty self-explanatory.

He got his VERY VERY young for smth very stupid like "spying" on his mother to see what she was buying him for his birthday

Which is a great plan until the next day you literally have to explain how you got your cutie mark overnight

ALSO when discussing the idea w @finalgirlmartinbrody , they pointed out the hilarity of a spy having a cutie mark that clearly says they're a spy, so just imagine that agencies use glamour spells pretty frequently lmao

So in MLP there's this pretty interesting concept they explore now and then of basically like. Losing the meaning of your cutie mark. Not doing what you're meant to do. SO to add some ~spice~, Owen's special talent is theatre!

Owen

Got his later on in high school, definitely got picked on a bit for that

He basically convinces himself once he becomes a spy that the mark means he's good at acting as in being undercover/in disguise (but deep down knows that isn't the case)

Also fuels that later resentment towards agencies

Tatiana

Ok this sort of feeds into a HC I have in general- that Tatiana is the mystery woman at the beginning of the show (or at least closely connected) because like. Random voice narrating a story? Yeah cool and mysterious ig. Tatiana being the one to tell us the story of how one of her best friends fell apart? MUCH more dramatic and tragic and all that fun stuff. So ofc she's a singer here!

Got cutie mark because when she was younger, she used to sing lullabies to herself/the other kids as a comfort thing

Like Owen, she was forced into something that wasn't her destiny

Though I like to think while undercover for a time she worked as like a lounge singer and it was one of the happier times in her life

Barb

So kind of a no-brainer.

Science! Numbers!

I like to think she also gets her cutie mark young, like accidently blowing smth up in a science class, and the teacher starts yelling at her but Barb does not give a shit because cutie!! mark!!

Cynthia

Okay hers is a speech bubble and exclamation points. Because she's the boss, and her job is to tell others what to do.

BUT there is definitely a huge not-so-inside joke around A.S.S. (and the government) (and all the international agencies) (literally Susan will make the jokes to her face) that Cynthia's special talent is yelling at people

Cynthia is actually quite proud of this rumor and actively encourages it

Informant

Mask! For disguises! Obviously!

I wanted smth to include accents but wasn't quite sure how to portray that?

He likes to say that their real talent is being fashionable

Deadliest Man Alive

Hee-hee knife go stabby-stabby

Talent for being a murderer #okayedgelord

Owen uses a glamour to disguise this cutie mark everyday obviously

HC that Sergio once sees him putting the glamour on and is just like "omg he changes his cutie mark to be even more terrifying omg that's so cool he's so sick omg"

Mrs. Mega

Wasn't entirely sure what I wanted hers to be tbh. I didn't want to do smth like "being a mother" or "being a housewife" because I like to give my female characters actual personality beyond serving men (cough cough lots and lots of MLP fandom OCs cough cough)

I ended up going with forgery! Since we know she does it fairly often (knows how to forge passports for Tatiana & family)

Neighbors just think she's good at like. Writing checks lmao

#tysm for asking!! love talking abt this au!!#nothing unleashes my autism quite like #spies are magic #spies are forever #my little pony #cc speaks #asks

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servin-up-surveys · 1 year

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survey #151

Regular or curly fries? Eh, no opinion, really. I will say curly fries are less likely to be too hard and crunchy, though. I like soft fries.

Popsicles or ice cream? Ice cream for sure, I'm not a massive popsicle person, but I'll eat them.

Are school dances lame? Haha I went to two proms and I can confidently tell you they're overrated and you can't hear a damn thing over the music. The experience was still fun each time though.

Do you own a nightgown? No, I haven't since I was a child.

If you have younger siblings, are you very protective of them? To a reasonable degree, I think.

If you have older siblings, are they very protective of you? I don't know, Ashley's never been very expressive of it if she is.

Is there a lake near your house? No.

Have you ever tried cocaine? No, I will never go near that.

Consumed alcohol in the past 24 hours? Nah, been a while since I've had alcohol.

When is the next time you will kiss someone? Whenever I see Girt again, I'm sure.

Did the last person you touched lips with have a kid? No, but he does call Roman "son" and it's adorable lol

Do your hipbones protrude? oh trust me, they don't but wish they subtly did.

What did you last get forced into doing? uh not sure

Do you have a gay uncle? No.

Do you like ice cream cake? I've actually never been big on ice cream cake. Like it's fine sometimes, but true cake is so much better.

What is the exact time that you were born? Supposedly 11:30 AM.

Do hospitals freak you out? Not neeeaaarly as much as they used to, just from the experience of going so many times. I don't like them though, and going inside one does give me minor anxiety still.

What about cemeteries at night? I've never been in a cemetery at night, but I'm quite certain it wouldn't scare me at all.

Do you ever feel guilty after you masturbate? The extremely few times I did it, yes, because of primarily 1.) social stigma of women doing that, and then 2.) stigma of fat people doing it. I also grew up thinking it wasn't okay to do, and even though I haven't thought that in a very, very long time now, it was so deeply instilled that it wasn't easily ignored.

What is the most you have ever weighed? ugh I don't even really wanna share this, but my highest was 290-something pounds. I'm rather far from that now, but still too much for me and it makes me hate my body.

What do you think of feminism? It's fucking mandatory, but NOT to the point of misandry; there are absolutely radicals that give feminism an awful name.

Have you ever done anything sexual with the same sex? Yes.

Girls, how old were you when you first learned how to put in a tampon? Uh I want to say family life class (basically sex ed) in the 4th or 5th grade; 5th grade we learned about actual sex, but 4th was about our own body parts, but I feel like we girls were only shown pads? No one ever really showed me how to do it, it just kinda came naturally when I'm assuming I read the box, I really don't recall when I initially changed from pads to tampons. I DO remember I was afraid of putting it up my urethra if that tells you how fucking shitty our school was about familiarizing ourselves with our bodies thoroughly.

Have you ever been to Canada? No, but I'd love to.

What would you do if an old man grabbed your ass? Slap the shit out of him.

Do you like mustaches? No opinion, they look great on some people and then there's the guys that just look like a straight-up predator with them, but ultimately you do whatever the hell you want with your body hair.

Did you like the Spice Girls when you were little? I did.

Have you ever seen a dead body in person? Yeah, at a wake.

Have you ever seen The Goonies? Yes, but I don't remember it well.

Do you like your hair pulled? I am very doubtful I would enjoy this.

Have you ever experienced unrequited love? Yeah, at least post-breakup, he did love me once.

Have you ever dreamt about your crush/significant other? Yeah.

Did you play with kids in your neighborhood when you were little? Just one. Well, my older sister had a friend she would play with, but I didn't.

Did you have a security blanket/stuffed animal you always slept with? Yes, at first it was a baby bunny holding a polka-dotted blanket but eventually became a stuffed moose I named Brownie.

What was your favorite childhood TV show? Pokemon.

Movie? The Lion King, and later and probably more intensely Finding Nemo.

What do you feel is the best source of venting sorrow or anger? Writing. Other artistic creations as well.

Can the future be predicted? I don't believe so, no, other than very obvious cases of cause and effect; for example, it's easy to predict what climate change is going to do, but I don't believe you can predict like, winning the lottery or some shit.

Are there a lot of seagulls where you live? Not a lot, but they do exist regularly, which is strange because we live like, two hours from the beach. They seem to be most prevalent in large parking lots for some reason, lol.

What is your favorite manga series? Never read manga, not interested.

Do you know anyone who wears hijab? Not personally, no.

Ever been to a desert? No, but it's a major goal of mine to visit the Kalahari Desert someday, and hopefully more of Africa.

What is your favorite kind of cracker? Cheez-Its.

Can you name a single song by Billy Joel without looking it up? I can name quite a few, but my favorite is probably "Uptown Girl." I grew up hearing him because my dad is a fan, Mom hates him though haha.

Do you wish life functioned more similarly to video games, such as having a save file that you could return to after you make a mistake & therefore you could erase that from happening & start over anew? Eek, not too sure about "save files," as appealing as it sounds on the surface it would take away the real meaning of experiencing life, and I'm sure we would also get very obsessed with going back and correcting every single tiny thing we slipped up on.

Do you like regular peppermint candy canes, or do you prefer different flavored ones [fruits, bubble gum, cinnamon, etc.]? I really like the Starburst-flavored ones.

Do you have any Facebook friends that have profile pictures of someone/something other than themselves? Yeah, I'm sure I do.

Was the last person you hung out with single? No, he's in a relationship with me.

Have you ever been in an abusive relationship? I am very, very grateful I haven't been.

Do you like drinking diet sodas? No, diet sodas are awful to me.

Have you ever cooked for anyone other than yourself? Yes, as a teen I used to make cheesy scrambled eggs in a way my family really liked, which was honestly just hot sauces from Taco Bell and then salt and pepper lol, they were really good though; my older sister went to Taco Bell a lot so we almost always had a stock of the hot sauces.

Who was the last person that cried in your presence? My mom, I think.

Is there anyone of the opposite sex you trust fully? Girt.

Do you have big eyes or small eyes? Neither, I think. I'd say they're pretty proportional, but I'd LIKE big eyes, they're cute as hell. Well, I suppose it's something I would probably be self-conscious of IF I had them because I'm sure I'd worry I looked bug-eyed or something... ya always want what you don't have, I guess.

Do you or anyone you know have a lazy eye? Yes, I even think I slightly do.

Do you wear eyeshadow often? If so, what colors? IF I ever wear eyeshadow, it's always black.

Have you ever had pink eye before? No.

Name some sights that are appealing to you. Especially grand, attractive landscapes like mountains, waterfalls, desert dunes, foggy woods, etc., as well as gems of all kinds, moss, cool mushrooms, obviously flowers, big or unique trees, snail's shells and conch shells, fossils, amber as well as diaphonized specimens, jellyfish, outer space (I DESPERATELY want to go somewhere like in a desert with no light pollution where I can see the stars perfectly at night!!), really clear water (especially the ocean when it's like aquamarine!), colorful sunsets and sunrises, eclipses and the full moon, snow (especially the flakes in macro lenses!), fire... just nature, dude. You can't find better appealing sights. Also wanna mention I love those little sparklers that you can hold in your hand, you get 'em with fireworks and they're probably the only kind I condone with how tiny and undisruptive they are.

Do you enjoy watching 3D movies, or do the glasses give you a headache? I haven't watched many at all, but I do enjoy it.

Do you get dizzy, have blurred vision, or vertigo often? I get very dizzy when I stand because I have naturally low blood pressure that is made even lower by the meds I have to take for my nightmares.

How often did you used to get ear infections as a child? So regularly that I had to get tubes put in my ears before I was even two. I've been told they were probably so regular because of how tiny my ears are, lol. Doctors still point it out.

What are some sounds that are pleasant to your ear? I LOVE the sound of water, especially when it's quietly moving in like a small creek or even just moving yourself through a pool, windchimes, fire crackling, violins, electric guitars, flutes and piccolos, harps, pianos/organs, birdsong, bells (especially big ones like church bells), and I'm sure it's partially pure bias, but I really do love listening to meerkats chatter. Man this question and the one about pleasant sights made me really happy, I liked focusing on it and thinking. <3

Do you or anyone you know have an auditory processing issue? Yes, literally me; it wasn't until a few years ago that I even learned it was a thing, but ever since childhood, I often hear what's just indistinguishable sound in my ears, like it doesn't make words, just pure sound, and I've always been extremely self-conscious of it because I very often have to ask people to repeat themselves, ESPECIALLY in loud environments, and I've also noticed I'm more prone to doing it when I'm anxious about me doing it.

Do you have a large, medium, or small nose? Smaller, but not super small.

What are some of the best smells, in your opinion? Ohhhhh bread products above all, ESPECIALLY freshly baked, like that is THE best, and I also particularly love cinnamon rolls. The smell of coffee is fantastic, and I enjoy the smell of flowers like lilacs and honeysuckle. Vanilla is nice and subtle.

Do you grind your teeth at night in your sleep? No.

Have you ever lost your voice before? If so, when was the last time? Yes; the last time was when I had Covid.

How frequently do you experience dry mouth? Literally constantly, as a side effect of probably MOST of my meds, so this shit stacks. It's fucking awful.

Who was the last person to kiss your cheek? I'm sure it was Girt.

Do your cheeks get extra red in any of the following instances: sickness/fever, drinking alcohol, cold/windy weather, embarrassment, or infatuation? I know my face gets red with alcohol, very quickly, and I definitely do against cold and windy weather too, but I thought everyone did with that. I probably get red when embarrassed too just with how severely I experience embarrassment. I'm not sure about the two others, but I would not put it past my face turning red with romantic butterflies, but no one's ever pointed it out.

Has anyone ever slapped you across the face before? If so, what was the reason? No, not the face.

Do you have any scars on your face? On my chin.

Would you ever consider getting a facelift or Botox? I very much doubt it.

#survey #surveys #random questions #personal questions

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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Watch "Star Trek Into Darkness - Kirk Comes Back to Life Ending Speech Epilogue" on YouTube

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This is a huge things to me what our son says. It's for us but what he said to Captain Kirk was on his first voyage on the first Star Trek ship and yeah it has plenty of firepower and the laser can take out most objects that would be in front of it and if it comes into a cluster of objects you're in deep trouble going that fast it's only a few ships that can do that and we're making a lot of them.

Thor Freya

This command in this academy and this ship is best suited for Intel gathering and small commando operations is for the elite of the elite and they're right star Blazer ships are used for going into combat into battle and for operations where you're going to be encountering a large fleet or debris he doesn't have that you should put a Star Trek type booster onto those ships if you have enough firepower and that will do as well I don't look like a star trek ship and some of our starblazer ships look like just a spaceship that closely you resembles no it partially resembles a ship and yeah that's something new class Star Trek ships and Star Trek do look like that and I see that too so is his touching his involvement is everywhere but it's mine is making it happen and we put it into movies and other things and that would be my influence. And there are some huge things happening here this is a terrible place and it's disgusting is fighting to survive and he's making amends by doing it no he's fighting Tommy f practically my hand now shows up and bothers him and has people who are injured and need to recover fighting him and it's terrible this is a terrible show and he feared off from me 12,000 years ago found me after Tommy f did that is but I'm very grateful for what's going on and he's part of the reason it happened it's on chewing my ear off now there's something else something strange I've seen it you said it's like a phantom menace I went to the movie and there he was The phantom menace himself that's darth mall is riding around hitting people so we went after him and now it's a full-blown War. There's a rumor too that his kids and people commutate a little more than others even more than cork because they're boring are in vitro even with spice and stem cells from the moulin rouge and things like that and we tested it is absolutely true they're very dangerous and strong mostly and these warlock should be commended most of the time they were doing the job I should say it still are they really didn't get hurt and they're keeping him strong and bulky and that's who they're fighting and they didn't know it 100% believe it or not until about a week ago and they knew about Marauders just didn't know who they were thought they were mine probably mine got pretty hurt this feels very good getting help in mind intact and my wife went to hell and her grandson saved her I can see his work and it says so damn close it's not fun anymore everyday so we're going to help I'm going to help each other

Commander Starfleet Command

That's what it's called and if you want to familiarize yourself with all the verbiage and what the names are and who people are there's a real book and it's available at the new Star fleet command headquarters shortly on Monday it's being built right now in Virginia and all those who want to visit me

#Youtube

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