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daisitynook · 2 years

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Random Rottmnt Head-canons

sorry for rambling some of them are just me projecting but i just had too, can you guess who i kin lmao :)

Mikey🧡

* loves the fall

* not just for the colors but mikey loves wearing fuzzy sweaters and doing the Arianna sleeve thing

* huge pumpkin fan, loves anything that have a pumpkin flavor or aroma

* Saw a rerun of bob rose once and spent a month remaking the painting till he thought it was perfect, he was 8 so we all know what it really looked like

* raph hung it on their fridge cause he was so proud

* Owns 3 dream catchers, has a bunch of incense too

* we all know he gets scared easily so you can’t tell me mikey doesn’t take every ghost catching video he sees seriously

* avid buzzfeed unsolved enjoyer

* Whenever donnie’s glasses broke when they were kids mikey tried to fix them with his stickers before realizing they didn’t work like he intended

* Besides skateboarding i think mikey really likes roller blading for the aesthetic

* he stole an old pair from the dumpster and styled it orange and practiced around the sewer

* made donnie make him a playlist of 80s songs so he can pretend like he’s in a movie while he’s doing so

* Besides Donnie, Mikey knows the most about history specifically art history

* Like Mikey knows a lot about the world and different cultures while donnie knows more scientific facts

Donnie 💜

* So we all know how he does his own eyebrows

* donnie definitely watched a billion makeup up tutorials before he finally got it right so know he has intense makeup knowledge

* does aprils makeup when she has a date or is going to an important event

* had an intense kpop phase, like was on stan twt being a heavy defender of his favs

* likes to do dance covers in his lab when his brothers aren’t home

* definitely a twice stan

* got leo into kpop so they can both suffer

* Donnie once sprained his ankle when his was a tween and he told his brothers it was during a failed experiment but in reality he was trying to learn ballroom dancing from a youtube tutorial

* Really enjoyed club penguin as a kid

* Now bullies kids online

* uses discord and un-ironically roleplays as movie characters

* leo bullied him for this and he then stopped

* The type of person to say huh ten times not hearing what the other person said

* Donnie doesn’t actually have bad vision he just wanted something that had personality and decided glasses was it

* spoiler alert they didn’t have any lenses

* no one knew

* Donnie really likes murder mystery books or adventure books (like Indiana jones, ik it’s not a book but you get what i mean)

* Even though he figures out the resolution or who done it rather quickly he still likes the build up and clues you get from reading

* makes april do a fashion show with him which is just him trying on clothes he found and forcing her to give him compliments

* even tho donnie doesn’t know a thing about sports i think he has a secret appreciation for tennis

* idk why tennis but i feel like he would just like it

* hates açaí bowls

* he hates the texture of everything together and has never found the right combination of things

* he likes to say he only drinks black coffee but dumps creamer into his with a bit of sugar

* with his shell since it’s super sensitive i think he only let leo help him clean it for a while

* when they were younger mikey would always be too touchy not really understanding boundaries just yet

* and raph was either way too gentle or way too rough cause he didn’t know his strength yet but also didn’t want to hurt donnie

* leo was the easy middle so donnie specifically had him and him only help get parts he couldn’t reach while cleaning

* however this did lead to many fights in the bath between the two

Leo💙

* loves romcons

* literally sobs his eyes out during them

* loves watching shows like love island, the bachelor, love is blind, too hot to handle

* thinks he would be perfect for those shows but not in a douche way more in a sense of

* i could be the biggest problem and people would love me

* avid telenovella enjoyer

* asks hueso about any good ones he can binge

* had a kpop phase thanks to donnie

* big red velvet stan along with seventeen

* he loves irene and s.coups

* leo also enjoys 80-90s rock

* he specifically loves the hair

* had motorcycle phase for a bit where he would ask donnie a bunch of mechanic questions and donnie would be like ??? every-time

* never cleans his room

* like he’ll throw out his trash but he has clutter everywhere, randoms knick knacks everywhere

* gets all his puns off of reddit and other forums

* has an abundance of socks for no reason he just likes how they feel

* specifically his one pair of flush blue panda socks he only washes once a month

* no one is allowed to touch them

* He snorts when he laughs really hard

* Best singer out of the boys

* like literal pipes

* has joked about winning American idol but is secretly not joking and surprisingly his family agrees

* Leo actually goes to bed early like at 10:30

* compared to donnie and mikey that’s early

* he needs his beauty rest

* leo definitely wants a tattoo on his bicep if he can

* Loves andy samburg and no one can tell me otherwise

* like a huge brooklyn 99 parks and rec arrested development fan

* he also really likes percy jackson

* stole the books from donnie as a kid and read all of them

* told donnie he hated it

* donnie knew otherwise

* Leo for a while when he was a kid didn’t really know who he was so he just kinda picked traits from his brothers

* was scared he wasn’t funny enough or that he didn’t really have a point when talking

* he slowly realized it was ok to just go with the flow and that’s why now he doesn’t really like to over complicate things when he does it

* Leo genuinely loves being a turtle, isn’t insecure in the slightest about being a turtle like the other boys (donnie and raph) him and mikey embrace it

* Does share middle child nonsense with donnie where he gets insecure about his role and if he’s really needed

* wants to prove that he’s worthy of being part of this family

* no more angst

* leo definitely has the worst eyesight in the family

* it’s not horrible but boy does he squint a lot

* mikey was once insecure about his gap so leo drew in a gap in his mouth so mikey would see how cute his gap was

* leo did it for 4 days straight

* that tooth is now permanently this grey color

* Has a secret appreciation for the color pink definitely his second favorite color no one can tell me otherwise

* like donnie is good at makeup

* specifically he can do killer eye liner

Raph❤️

* Likes to watch cooking shoes with mikey

* Enjoys a good bbq episode of a show

* Enjoys old timey british shows

* for example downtown abbey

* lives for it

* made donnie pirate the movie so he could watch it and cried his eyes out

* Raph has a lot of plushies so he definitely thinks they get jealous when one is getting more attention

* with this he picks a name out of a hat in front of them and then places the ones who didn’t get picked at the end of the bed

* he feels bad just leaving them around

* raph also definitely likes cheesy cop shows

* like he loved law and order, NCICS, criminal minds, idk cop shows man 🧍‍♀️

* big desert man

* loves anything sweet

* specifically loves churros, chocolate covered strawberries, powdered donuts, and he’s a sucker for any type of pie

* Loves gaming youtube channels, big fan of markiplier, jackseptieye, Berlzy, Coreyxkenshin, some twitch streamers he likes something in the background so this helps

* As much as he loves pizza Raph is one of the only ones to actually eat healthier food

* had a gym rat phase but it wasn’t amazing since he couldn’t go to the gym but he was obsessed with calorie counting

* wasn’t healthy at all

* recovered and now eats regularly

* Obsessed with squishmallows

* like has a whole collection of them

* he really like the dinosaur one in blue

* Leo makes fun of him for it but raph shoved him into his pile of them Leo fell asleep in an instant

* Raph is not superstitious at all

* like donnie definitely believes whack ass conspiracy theories and don’t get him started on the paranormal however raph is the complete opposite

* he’s always wanted to indulge in stuff like that but since he’s the oldest he was always the one to like “don’t worry none of that stuff is real” or “nothing can hurt you, it’s all gonna be ok”

* basically he’s just had to comfort the boys whenever their were scared a ghost was gonna get them, the monster under the bed all that

* so now he’s just over it but he wishes he can just indulge crazy fantasies now and again

#rottmnt #head canon #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt mikey #rise of the tmnt #random headcanon #donatello hamato #leonardo hamato #raphael hamato #michaelango hamato #tmnt 2018

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help-im-a-gay-fish · 2 years

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Coffee Creamer: ship kid ref!

"So that will be a caramel latte with Soy milk? ....... what about my father... what do you know?"

Name: Coffee Creamer Gaster

Gender: Cis Male (gender non conformist when it comes to clothes and lifestyle)

Sexualty: pansexual Aromatic (open to platonic life partners)

Parents: Nightmare ('incubator'/ father) Ccino (Dad)

Nicknames: Creamer, Cc

Pet peeves: Karen's, Karen's and Karen's, people mis-gendering him on purpose, his own tentacles.

Personally.

Creamer is a kind natured, if not sarcastic and grumpy skeleton, who hardly sleeps and drinks way to much coffee.

Creamer can feel all kinds of emotion, but feels all negative emotions at an elevated level, so his negative moods are deep.

Other days he created a reputation of a flirty salesman who makes a mean cup of bean juice.

Creamer loves his Dad very much. Despite Ccino not being perfect, Creamer knows how much he tried and how much he sacrificed for his benefit. He tries to take on a lot of work at the coffee shop in order to help his dad rest.

He hates Nightmare, and everything about him. He wishes that his dad never met Nightmare, even if that means he wouldn't have been born.

Creamer also unfortunately deals with violent impulses. These caused more problems for him as a child, and as an adult they are more like intrusive thoughts.

These are, however, are the reason he hates his tentacles. He knows how dangerous they are, and he fears a day he'd hurt someone but mistake. As a child such a thing wasn't a big deal, but as an adult they could kill.

It frightens him.

One thing that always calms him and makes him happy however, is fashion. He loves to design and make his own clothes. As a child he learnt to sew so he could modify clothes to fit his tentacles. As an adult he designs and creates most of his wardrobe, and has dreams of being a fashion designer. However, he squashes all these ideas, in order to work in the coffee shop and support Ccino.

Ccino has tried to talk him into going to college, but Creamer refuses.

Backstory

Coffee Creamer was a surprise to Ccino to say the least. At the time his relationship with Nightmare had been toxic at best, but he was deeply in love with the gloopy King. Until one day Nightmare simply stopped showing up at agreed times, and instead stayed away for many months.

Until one evening, shortly before the café was to close, Ccino receives a gift. Either Nightmare appears again, or Killer is sent, (still to be decided) but either way, he's given a small bundle which is his son.

When Coffee Creamer was born he was an energy being just as lux was, but he soon developed his skeleton shell, and Nightmare realised he wanted nothing to do with the tiny thing.

Ccino was very hesitant about the situation, but decided he wanted to raise his son.

Creamer didn't have gloop on his body as a baby, in fact he looked quite normal till he about a year old, and small tentacles started to form on his back, these only grew longer as he grew older.

As an adult Creamer has gloop covering his head and back, but no where else, these are the spots his bones secrete it. The dark spots on his bones also appeared as he got older.

At school he got by with a small amount of friends, though he was often bullied for his strange appearance, and for coming from a broken home.

Nightmare.

Nightmare didn't show up in creamers life till he was 6 years old. He came down into the café to find his dad in the tight embrace of the dark skeleton.

From that day Night came and went.

He'd stay for a few months and then leave. Every time Ccino would take him back, never quite able to get over his love. Creamer never liked him, and always saw he was hurting his Dad.

Nightmare left for good when Creamer was 15, and the two of them had a fight. Cc has kept a close eye out for Nightmare ever since that day though.

Facts

In the future Creamer ends up being part of a poly relationship. Though in his end his partner's are platonic.

Creamer has a very good taste for different coffee types, and can easily identify where beans came from and how they are prepared.

He will often use his tenticals as cat toys for the kitties to chase

He's a good cook, and often does for him and his dad

He once attempted to cut one of his tenticals off.

Original nightmare by jokublog

Original ccino belongs to black-nyanko

I hope you like him

#undertale au #my art #shipping #undertale multiverse #sansest #fluffynight ship kid #fluffynight #ccino x nightmare #nightmare x ccino #coffee creamer #coffee creamer shipkid #undertale ship kid #sanscest #sanset #reference #coffee creamer reference #heres the boi and his new look #i love himmmm #hope you do too

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insomniumstella · 3 years

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fitting in

bucky x reader

summary: an unfortunate series of events or Bucky Barnes tries to fit in at the compound

warnings: some talk of sex, fluff, curse words, awkwardness

word count: 1,828

To say Bucky’s glad to have Steve would be an understatement. He’s delighted and overjoyed to have a best friend, a brother who never gave up on him, who saved him, who brought Bucky to the compound, a place he calls home and introduced him to his teammates, the people Steve wholeheartedly loves. Steve’s family in a way. Bucky’s happy for Steve, he really is, but sometimes he feels jealous, and sometimes, he cannot help, but wonder how would it feel like to fit in, to have the same friendships Steve has with the others. He’s drinking his morning coffee when y/n comes into the kitchen at 6:03am. She rubs her sleep painted face, and he smiles, offering to make her a cup. Grateful, she sits down, watching him try and figure out the espresso machine. He, himself, never uses it, preferring to make coffee the 1940s way, with a kettle and coffee grounds, but he remembers y/n making a disgruntled face every time Steve hands her an old-fashioned cup of coffee, and so even though he doesn’t understand how the machine works, he’s modern enough to know that pressing the ‘black coffee’ button will make her a cup she’ll actually like. He doesn’t say anything when she pours, what seems like, half a bottle of creamer, either, even if he doesn’t understand it. She smiles after taking a sip, and it brightens Bucky’s heart. Ironically, he’s always more careful around y/n, because she’s the nicest, and she made him feel welcome from day one. Bucky doesn’t want to lose her trust. He smiles to himself when she pats a chair, inviting him to sit right next to her, and he gladly accepts it, sitting down so close, their arms brush against each others. Neither speak up as they drink their coffee in comfortable silence, and watch as the rising sun paints the sky in warm orange and golden hues. He puts his mug down, studying her as she closes her eyes, relishing in the warmth coming through the window, and strangely, he feels more content than he did in the last 70 years. But then she suddenly opens her eyes, startling Bucky and he accidentally moves his arm, in turn knocking his cup down, and the boiling beverage spills down y/n’s old t-shirt. Wide-eyed, he start mumbling something along the lines of sorry and it was an accident, but she puts a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, and slightly smiles at him before disappearing from the kitchen. A sight makes its way past his lips and Bucky lets his head fall down, forehead hitting the hard marble.

Embarrassment washes over him again when he and Steve enter the gym for their 12pm training session, and he sees her. y/n’s standing in the boxing ring, having changed out of the t-shirt into a more sparring appropriate outfit of a workout bra and leggings. “Ready to get your asses kicked, boys?” She laughs, the sound of it coming teasing and sweet. Rolling his eyes, Steve puts a hand on Bucky’s shoulder when they walk up to the girl.

“I’m not fighting today, but I’m sure Bucky’s ready.” Bucky smiles timidly upon hearing Steve’s voice and straightens his shoulders. He nods his head, throwing his towel to the side, and chooses to climb up into the ring from the side instead of using the stairs. Bucky’s tall, so it’s easy, and y/n playfully rolls her eyes when they’re standing eye-to-eye.

“Show off.” y/n teases, but Bucky has no chance to reply, as she swings herself onto him just seconds later, wrapping her legs around his head, and throwing Bucky to the floor in a couple swift moves. They lock eyes for a bit, and y/n tilts her head, as if asking why he’s not moving, but Bucky quickly recollects himself, grabbing onto her ankle, and bringing her down onto the floor before she can attack him further. She swiftly gets up, Bucky following right after, and for a couple moments they just walk, both in fighting positions, and both ready to attack when the time will seem right to do so. She gets behind him, and when Bucky tries quickly turning around, he accidentally lifts his metal arm up, hitting y/n in the stomach so hard, she falls out of the ring and on the hard floor, groaning. Steve jumps up from his spot, running to check up on y/n, but thankfully, she’s uninjured, the only sign of the accident being an already forming bruise on her right shoulder. “It’s my fault, really.” She groans out, but Bucky does not seem to hear that. y/n leaves the gym shortly after that, and Bucky tells Steve about the coffee incident, stopping him before the blonde has any chances of making fun of the man.

It’s 3:12pm, when the shower in Bucky’s bathroom runs out of hot water and he’s walking up to Steve’s room. Usually, he’d knock before entering someone’s room, but it’s Steve’s, and Bucky knows Steve stayed behind for an extra cardio session. Shaking his head at the blonde’s passion for working out, he strips off his clothing, and enters the bathroom. It’s warm and a little foggy, almost as if someone was just showering, but Bucky’s not fazed, thinking it was probably Steve that came down to shower before his run, a towel still left close to the shower’s curtain. Neatly placing a clean outfit and a pair of boxers on the sink’s edge, he looks at himself in the mirror. If he thought spilling boiling coffee down his crush’s t-shirt or knocking her down was embarrassing, his ungodly thoughts seem downright shameful. A war happens inside his mind as he looks down at his hard-on, but Bucky needs this, he needs to let down some steam. Grasping the sink, Bucky palms his dick in his hand; he thinks back to her legs wrapped around him, and the way her ass, covered in lacy panties, peaked from under her shirt this morning. It’s only when an involuntary moan slips past his lips, does y/n fully understand how much trouble she’s in. Her shower had run out of hot water when she’s gotten back from the gym, so she went over to Steve’s without thinking much about it. Except now she’s soapy and wet, stuck in his shower, with only a curtain between her and Bucky, and she’s pretty sure those are moans that she’s hearing. Her mouth drops open when she realises she might be listening to Steve and Bucky having sex, and when the thought fully settles in her mind, she vows to herself to never use other people’s showers without asking. It’s both a relief and a nightmare, when a metal arm pushes the curtain open and a naked, mortified Bucky stares back at her. Her gaze drifts to his hard on for a moment, before she closes her eyes all together. Bucky tries his best to not let his eyes wonder around her body, but the image of her, seemingly perfect, curves already carved deep, deep into his brain. Closing the curtain, he hears the water start running again, before a hand reaches for a towel, and seconds later, y/n steps out, wrapped in the fluffy, white material. She tries smiling at him, but he’s still naked, as in the midst of shock he forgot to cover himself, and it’s awkward as hell, so y/n quickly scurries past Bucky, and out of Steve’s room completely. Looking down, Bucky sights. “How in the fucking hell are you still up?”

When the whole teams comes to the dining room for their usual 8pm dinner, Bucky’s too mortified and embarrassed to look y/n in the eyes. He can sense she also feels awkward, avoiding him as much as possible, setting the table up and bringing dish after dish from the kitchen. When she comes out with the final plate, the only open seat is next to Bucky, and even though she still feels weird, she reluctantly sits down, and even smiles at him slightly. Everyone’s plates are full, and people have started eating when Steve sparks a conversation.

“So, all the hot water in my room was gone when I got back.” He focuses on Bucky and y/n. “Either of you have something to say?” Shaking her head no, y/n continues eating her meal, playing innocent and smiles at their Captain. “What about you, Buck?” Sighting, he puts his fork down, and looks at his best friend.

“Alright, I took a shower in your room, because mine was broken.” He admits, hoping Steve will leave the topic alone, but strangely, he doesn’t.

“At least two people had to shower in my room to use up the hot water.” Bucky can only hope his face isn’t flaming red, but he can feel the heat rising up to his cheeks and spreading down his neck. Noticing Steve’s waiting for an answer, y/n turns to Tony.

“I can’t believe you’re a billionaire, but half of the showers at the compound are broken.”

“y/n, I also found your panties in my bathroom.” Choking on her bite, y/n takes a sip of her drink, before meeting Steve’s eyes. Everyone’s looking at y/n and Bucky, Tony’s amused face doing nothing, but fuelling y/n’s anger. “Did you and Bucky shower together?”

If Bucky could have just one wish, he’d wish for the Earth to swallow him whole in that very moment. “Steve, we were not showering.” Bucky blurts out, realising how insinuating it sounds only when half of the team’s jaws drop to the floor.

“Did you have sex instead?” Natasha asks, a teasing smile on her face.

“No!” They both blurt out at the same time, faces heated up in embarrassment. Bucky looks at y/n apologetically, and raises his eyes back to Steve.

“We didn’t-“ he starts “I didn’t-“ he tries to form a sentence, but keeps choking over his words. Knowing the team won’t believe them either way, y/n takes over for Bucky.

“Steve, Bucky and I are sorry for not leaving you any hot water. The rest of you can go back to eating.” Y/n has that overly sweet smile on her face, but when she turns to Bucky, her face softens, and she rubs his shoulder, whispering it’s not worth it. And so he drops the topic, leaving it alone, and goes back to eating his meal in quiet. But for what seemed like the worst day ever, it’s not so bad; it’s the first time Sam doesn’t make a joke where his teammates laugh at Bucky, instead laughing with him, and it’s the first time Tony smiles, genuinely smiles at him, gesturing to y/n when she isn’t looking and holding thumbs up. And when the sun has hidden all the way, and the time for sleep has come, y/n smiles at him before disappearing into her room, and, yeah, he thinks, I guess it wasn’t such a bad day after all.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x reader fluff #bucky imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fluff #bucky barnes x reader fluff

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nulltune · 2 years

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* muse favorites: preferences.

Animal: Fluffy-wuffy animals... Cats and foxes, especially

Flowers: Cherry blossoms

Scent: N/A (The familiar, comforting scent of the person she'd think of as home)

Coffee: A latte... with whipped cream on top and a very generous amount of caramel. Extra sugar too. And creamer.

Tea: She doesn't remember its name (the tea Sakura brewed for her back in the moon)

Drink: Strawberry milk

Alcoholic Beverage: Doesn't drink (but I imagine she'd gravitate to soju... :chinhands:)

Food: Homecooked meals

Dessert: Fond of just any sweets in general, but she seems to have a preference for Western deserts (enjoys her tea with tea-cakes)

Article of Clothing: Doesn't put much thought into it, but her style leans to more of a conservative fashion. She's unaware of it, but her clothing choices really add to that doll-like image of hers. Won't wear anything too revealing and isn't fond of skin-tight or just tight-fitting clothes. Nothing too flashy, her attire is usually colored a classy black and white.

Candy: Everything ☆ (She's partial to fruit-flavored and milk candies)

Left or Right Handed?: Right handed

Sloppy or Neat Writing?: Appears neat at a first glance, but look closer and you'd see that the individual characters are quite sloppy

Clean or Messy Home?: It'd be clean, if only because she doesn't have much stuff to make a mess out of

Shower in Morning or Night?: Showers after a long day, at night

Tasks Done Early or Last Minute?: Early

Love Language?: P..Physical touch... 😳

Believe in Love at First Sight?: No

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#&&. dash games #q.#THO I MUST SAY-#h.akuno knowing her own preferences? extremely unlikely sgjfhs #ask her something as simple as her favorite color and she'd go o_o #SHE'S LEARNING THO.... learning.....#how to be her own person and live life for herself :')

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birdy-bat-writes · 3 years

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Headcanon- Birdflash Besties

Requested by @offendedfishnoises I love you to the moon and back, Fish! Theres a second HC coming right after this, because I’m in a wally west mood.

A/N: I’m so horribly sick and I cant even tell if this was actually good, but it got me in my birdflash heart. @river-bottom-nightmare sob with me.

Comments are always appreciated!

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- Wally and Dick are absolute madlads. When they’re together, good luck to anyone around them.

- Dick and Wally spend endless hours on the manor. Not in it; ON it. These two geniuses like to climb the exterior and walk on the roof. Dick gets a kick out of giving Wally a little heart attack by doing flips on the roof tiles.

- Once, Dick almost slipped and Wally freaked out and rushed to catch him, but the little surge of lightning blew the power out of the manor. Needless to say, they ran to central city for a bit.

- Wally calls Dick for fashion advice. Dick will always tell Wally he looks fine as is. He’s not used to Wally being in anything other baseball tees, and sweaters.

- Dick canonically hates dressing up for events and wearing ties and junk but over time he’s learned to accept that he has to. Not at all because they make him look hot.

- When Wally was coming to his first gala, back when they were kids, Dick had to begrudgingly fix Wally’s bow tie. He did it only once and Wally memorized it. From now on, when Dick get lazy and unwilling to get dressed, Wally forces him to put on his suit, and hand ties the bow tie for him. Sometimes he tries different colors.

- Dick has a favorite sandwich shop in central city and when Wally misses Dick, he’ll go to that sandwich shop and order Dick’s go to order.

- Sometimes, Wally will order two sandwiches and speed to Gotham city. The first time it happened was cute.

- “Hi, Alfred….is Dick here?”

- *smiles* “He’s on the basketball court.”

- ***

- “Hey…...!”

- “Wally? What are you doing here?” Dick was surprised but happy as heck. He wanted to spend more time with Wally but was afraid to ask or bring it up. One of the perks of having an emotionally stunted dad is that you’re afraid to ask for companionship.

- “I was at the sandwich shop you liked, and I thought I’d bring this over!” He looked so happy. The emotion was evidently contagious because Dick cracked the biggest smile Wally had ever seen and all nerves melted away.

- They walked along the manor grounds eating their sandwiches and played a game of horse after. Special rules: No flipping, no superspeed.

- It became a normal occurrence after that. Wally speeds over and Dick just greets him with “Aww you missed me.” And big sarcastic grin.

- Dick keeps Wally’s favorite snacks scattered in his room, the yj headquarters and the titans tower. Even in his car.

- Dick has actually randomly taken a train to central city at 2:00 am to go see Wally after he came back from a long mission because he really missed him.

- Little did he know, that Wally called Alfred to ask if Dick was back yet and when Alfred said he went to the train station, Wally made his way there and waited for the 3:00 am train arriving from Gotham.

- Neither of them were even surprised to see each other when the doors opened.

- “How rough was that mission? You look like crap.”

- “Gee, what a warm welcome.” And then they hug and head to his place where they catch up over the bottle of beer.

- Dick feels emotionally exhausted if he spends too much time around other people. He needs time alone in a day to recharge.

- The only person who doesn’t drain his social battery is Wally because Wally is the only person, he doesn’t have to put up the “smooth easy-going cool guy” persona around.

- Dick is the only person Wally truly opens up to.

- They keep a change of clothes at each other’s houses and spare supersuits.

- Wally and Dick once saved a baby bird in a park outside the hall of justice and every time they visit, they check on the nest.

- After 3 years of constantly checking, they’ve found that the baby bird grew up and built its own nest in the same tree and even had babies.

- They named that bird and call it their child.

- They know each other’s coffee orders and will bring each other coffee and muffins by default if they’re meeting early.

- Wally has a pair of nightwing swimming shorts and Dick has a pair of Flash swimming shorts. They will wear them to the pool together and never say anything about it. They were matching gag gifts.

- Dick takes lattes with espresso shots and cinnamon, and Wally takes coffee with a dash of creamer. Wally always takes blueberry muffins and Dick will take a croissant. They never actually told each other the orders. They just kinda picked it up.

- Wally always knows when Dick isn’t feeling well, and Wally is the only person who can convince Dick to take a break.

- Dick has felt he’s had to prove himself his entire life to everyone. Wally is the only person who’s been his constant and their friendship isn’t conditional. They both know that.

- When Dick “died”, Wally ordered Dick’s favorite drink at a bar every night even though he couldn’t feel any effects of alcohol. He also suddenly found himself taking lattes with espresso shots.

- When Dick came back, Wally gave him the “Ohhh, who said ‘Do me a favor and don’t die again’??? YOU DID. And look what you went and did! Died. That’s hypocrisy. You’re a hypocrite! Omg, how could you?! I love you so much dude, don’t you ever do that again! Get yourself a helmet. Jason’s got the right idea. Never leave me again.” All while he’s hugging Dick so tight, he may have stopped breathing.

- Meanwhile Barbara and Conner and everyone else is waiting so meet dick after his return and they just can’t because Wally is hogging him and twirling him like a rag doll. Dick just accepted it. So did everyone else.

- These two have adorable little mementos. The first bullet that dick ever had to pull out of Wally on a mission was turned into a penny and gifted to Wally on the anniversary of him joining the team.

- Dick goes through a lot of domino masks, but Wally kept the last one he used as Robin in a little case with Flash symbol that was on his Kidflash suit. They both look at the case as Nightwing and the Flash.

- They are besties to end of time and long after.

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that-crazy-five-foot-two-chick · 3 years

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Summary: Winry sat in the optimal place to study in the school cafe for the entire fall semester. Then spring came, and suddenly some self-entitled twit who dressed like off-brand Gerard Way decided it was his territory. He was so not going to get off easy.

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.8k words of coffee shop/college AU with a side of enemies to almost-lovers

A/N: It's finals week, I posted this on Ao3 at almost 5am, and if the rest of the sentence didn't make it obvious, I'm writing from unfortunate experience. Not beta-ed or proofread, although I happened to see one thing to fix when I woke up this morning. Feel my raw power. Rawr.

It wasn't that big a deal.

It kind of really was, though.

Every Thursday morning during the fall semester, Winry sat in the same spot at the same school coffee shop. It was the spot sent by the entire patron pantheon of cram papers. Maybe one person didn't need an entire booth, but it was in the corner, and the tops of the bench seats had opaque plastic barriers that just so happened to be perfect for minimizing excess visual chaos. For the most part, there weren't loud conversations, and the jazz music that came through the speakers helped her tune out people ordering coffee. Add to that the fact that she could use campus flex dollars and not her own bank account that was begging for mercy, and it was the perfect spot to get papers done.

But apparently not this spring.

As soon as Winry walked in, she noticed him in the corner. Some emo wannabe guy on his computer. Probably on Reddit complaining about how women didn't appreciate the amazing pics he sent them on Tinder. Or at least, it was a fair guess based on the sour look on his face. Why did this guy of all people have to steal the holy grail spot? Ugh. She was still gonna get her coffee, darn it.

"You know the deal, Sciezska. Medium roast with a shot of espresso and vanilla creamer."

"On it! You paying in flex?"

"Yeah." She scanned her student ID and lowered her voice. "Who's off-brand Gerard Way in the corner?"

"Who's Ger—"

"The punk kid."

"Ohhh. I can try to get his number for you, if you want."

"No, he looks like a total tool! And not the kind I like dealing with!"

"Which means you think he's hot. I didn't think you were into that type, but you're not wrong."

"For the last time, no, Sciezska! He took my spot! And I'm trying very, very hard to keep this to a stage whisper, but if you keep trying to set me up with some random creep, I won't be able to!"

A distinctly male voice grumbled, "I'm not a creep."

"Keep telling that to the girls on Tinder. I'm sure they'll understand eventually."

"Yeah, and I'll bet if you look at your 'Live, Laugh, Love' sign a little more, you'll understand it eventually." He mumbled something under his breath.

"What was that, Mr. Nice Guy?"

"Lay off, it's eight in the morning. I said the only reason I even have a Tinder account is because my roommate stole my phone while I was going to the bathroom."

"Well, if you didn't want it, why didn't you delete it?"

"Eh, I figured if I really got sick of being single one day, it'd already be there."

"Never would have guessed you were single," Winry said dryly.

"Come on, it's way too early to be rubbing that kind of crap in. Who says I'm not fine with being single anyway?"

Sciezska timidly spoke up. "Medium roast with espresso and vanilla creamer?"

Winry thanked her as red jacket boy continued. "'Edward Elric, Bachelor.' Almost sounds as good as 'Edward Elric, Bachelor of Science.'"

"B.S. degree. Sounds about right."

"About time you stopped acting like I'm an idiot!"

Winry snorted. "That's not what I meant."

"Hey!"

"And with that, I'm going to go find some other spot to write my paper."

Edward, as his name apparently was, scoffed and mumbled something that sounded like "good riddance". Maybe the librarians wouldn't get on her case too much for bringing in coffee.

-----

A week later, Winry walked into the cafe, assuming the circumstances of the previous week were an anomaly. They were not.

"Medium roast with a shot of espresso and vanilla creamer," she grumbled and sulked in the direction of the corner seat.

"Hey, don't start with me again, blondie. I've had a whopping four hours of sleep and I can't promise you'll like what comes out of my mouth."

"We're at a coffee shop. Get some coffee. I can't help it if you're too hung over to be polite."

"Now look, genius. I did not stay up until 4 A.M. working on a stupid chem paper for that sadistic pyromaniac excuse for a professor just for some random chick to accuse me of being hung over."

"Oh."

"Yeah. And for your information, coffee doesn't really help me wake up. It just helps me focus on homework." He lifted up his empty cup and gave it a shake.

"That's the weirdest thing I've ever heard."

"ADHD is a weird thing, and yet, here I am."

"Huh, interesting."

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to pick up where I left off with the same stupid ten page paper I started last night."

"Oh right. Sure," Winry stammered. "Listen, I'm really sorry I just assumed things about you. It was wrong of me, and I'd like to make it up to you, if that's okay."

Edward eyed her suspiciously. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well...I could look over your paper once you're done writing it? I've got a paper of my own to write while I'm waiting, and I can sit right across the table here so you don't have to come get me. I won't try to talk to you or anything. Neither of us need that kind of distraction."

"Alright, alright. Get your coffee and sit down. The girl at the counter's been up there waiting for a good minute or two while you've been at confessional over here."

"Wait, she has?" Winry's eyes widened, and Edward laughed at her expense. He was kind of attractive when he wasn't scowling...wait what? She pouted and got up to retrieve her coffee. When Winry returned, she plopped down on the bench opposite Edward and opened her laptop. Peeking out from behind it, she added, "By the way, I'm Winry. I figured you ought to at least know the name of the person who's proofreading your paper."

"Well, Winry, you're the one who volunteered." The corners of his mouth twitched upward. The two worked on their assignments in silence, occasionally speaking up when necessary.

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Edward was in the corner again the next week as well.

"Hey, Edward! Mind if I join you for homework again?"

"Normally, I'd say no, but you didn't bother me too much last week, so you might as well." He turned away slightly.

"Great! Have you gotten your coffee yet? I didn't see a cup, and you got something the last two times."

"Eh, I haven't been here long. If you're going up and getting yours, would you mind ordering a caramel macchiato for me?" He asked, sliding his ID across the table.

"Yeah, no problem. I'll be back in a sec."

She returned and slipped his ID back before pulling out her computer. "Do you have anything for me to look over this time?"

"Not this week. But if you have anything you need looked over, I can do that, too."

"Actually, I do, if you wouldn't mind."

"Winry, I just volunteered. Just send the paper to my school email. Mine's 'elricedwa'," he instructed as he proceeded to spell it.

"Medium roast and a caramel macchiato?" Sciezska called out.

"Coming!" Winry replied and turned to Edward. "I just sent it, so you should be able to start while I'm getting our stuff." Eyes glued to his laptop, Edward gave a thumbs up.

Once she returned with their drinks, Winry sat down and wordlessly set Edward's drink next to him.

"Thanks," he muttered distantly. His lips mirrored the words he was reading. Though his lips weren't plump by any stretch of the imagination, they were shapely. His steely concentration made the air leave Winry's lungs. To top it all off, the first rays of sunlight came through the window just right, hitting Edward's hair in a way that made it positively glow.

What was she thinking? Those were only the sorts of things people thought when they had a crush. She'd only had two positive interactions with him, including this one. ...well, maybe it was a crush. She could certainly do worse than someone with a questionable fashion sense. After all, he worked hard, and he got good grades, if the quality of his writing was any indication. Okay, fine. He was also drop dead gorgeous, if you could see past his clothing choices. Yeah, she had a crush.

"Did you hear anything I just said?"

"...no."

"Figures. I finished reading your paper. It's not bad, I just left a few suggestions for sentence structure. Now I am going to enjoy my caramel macchiato." He took off the lid and breathed in the steam with his eyes closed, nearly drooping into the cup in content. When he opened his eyes slowly, Winry was awestruck by the similarity between the color of his eyes and his drink.

"What?" Edward furrowed his eyebrows.

"Nothing. I didn't say anything. At all. Nope."

"Okay." He shrugged. She reopened the document and went through his suggested edits. Gnawing her lip in concentration, she leaned forward a bit to settle in and tackle the editing.

"...hey, uh, Winry?" Edward gulped. "Are you going to drink your coffee?"

"Oh! Yeah, I almost forgot. Thanks, Edward!" she smiled.

"No–no problem. And you can call me Ed, you know. Most people do. Except for that excuse for a professor that calls me pipsqueak. Can you believe he's my advisor? I mean, come on, I'm a grown man. I'm not that short."

Winry made a poor attempt at containing her laughter. "Okay then, Ed. Prove it. Stand up."

"Fine." He slid out of the booth and stood. Winry followed suit and appraised their respective heights.

"Well, I'd hardly call you tall, but you're at least taller than me by a few inches, for whatever that's worth."

Edward grinned as if he had won some sort of prize. "Time for shorties to sit down now!"

"Watch it now. You're not too far from that label yourself, mister."

They both returned to their positions in the booth and worked steadily for the next hour. At the end of that time, Winry closed her laptop. "Ed, are you okay? You seem distracted."

"ADHD. I'm always distracted," he dismissed.

"No, like, are you sick or something? You did get more than four hours of sleep this time, right?"

"No comment." Ed's mouth twitched. He mumbled barely loud enough to hear, "Wouldn't have mattered anyway."

"Are you sure? If you're not feeling well, I can drive you over to the health center."

"N-no. That's not it." He exhaled, then slid a napkin across the table. His hands trembled slightly. "Anyway, here's my number. In case you need me to look over a paper. Or whatever. I've got a class soon."

Winry blushed, but tucked the napkin in her laptop. "Thanks, Ed. See you next week?"

"Yeah. Next week."

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Winry: This goes with your major, right?

Edward: Blocked

#fma #fma fanfic #503 day #when i wrote it it was probably still 503 day somewhere #edwin #edward elric #winry rockbell #fma sciezska #fma sheska #my writing #my fic #coffee shop au #college au

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dreaming-of-assclass · 4 years

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Hi!! ✨ anon here!! Sorry I've been gone for a while cuz my online classes just started last week!! How are you?? Oh and Gakushuu for the this and that thing :))

Hello darling!! I was just thinking about you omg! I hope your classes are going well! I’m doing good haha, trying to make the most of the last couple weeks I have before my school starts ;-; Good luck with everything and please stay safe!! 💜💜

Night!! Gakushuu much prefers the evening and night time when his activities come to a lull, he goes home and does homework, and the principal isn’t there HAHA. It’s equivalent to down time for him.

Sun! He will always prefer the sun and warm weather over anything else. Rain puts a halt to things he needs to do. Karma calls him a cold-blooded lizard that needs the heat of the sun.

Summer. He gets to travel places since ahem he has the money to go anywhere. And he just likes summer vibes, the weather, taking nice photos...he’ll never admit this of course.

Aesthetic 100%. The boy is very fashionable and cares a lot about how he looks. He’s not vain, but he tries to look as presentable as he can. But, he’s also rich and tends to wear designer clothes anywhere lmaooo. So not very functional.

Neither. Gakushuu doesn’t really care for either of those, but star-gazing. He gets to show off his smarts and point out facts about constellations and such.

Hand-holding. He doesn’t care for PDA, and he’s also not used to affection at all...so this is simple and subtle enough for his liking.

Late nights. They’re reserved for studying and it’s very quiet in his room. He just sits at his desk in front of his window, enjoying the sounds of the night as he concentrates. Gakushuu is not a morning person btw.

Music!! Well it depends. He really likes music in general, since he’s you know, a musician lmao. But he needs silence to focus on work and such.

Cities 100%. He enjoys the bustle of them, easily getting places, and is more comfortable navigating. It fits his vibe. Nature is annoying, gross, etc. And it’s totally not because of the fact that his dad used to take him to the mountain when he was little...before Ikeda...

Coffee. He drinks WAY TOO MUCH of it. And it’s always straight up black, no creamer or sugar. His bloodstream is more coffee than anything else.

Spicy, just because he hates sweets. It tastes so gross to him.

Netflix~ I mean, he has his own account and everything but he never watches on it. Instead, his friends (Not the Big 5) use his subscription to watch whatever they want. And Gakushuu doesn’t mind at all.

Ice cream cone? Again, he really doesn’t like sweets at all. But if he has to eat it, like invited by someone or smth, he would prefer top-notch ice cream. Like Godiva.

In-Person shopping. He takes fashion very seriously, and would like to see everything in person, try it on, get it tailored, etc.

Drama...but only if it’s the mature type. He really likes intellectually compelling shows, like House MD. Or just shows that catch his interest and aren’t super annoying, like Breaking Bad maybe? That’s a mature drama basically.

Pull-overs!! Hoodies are too casual and he’ll really only wear them in certain weather or at someone’s house. He makes pull-overs look really good and stylish.

Cinema!! It’s a better viewing experience with the visuals and sound. And he’s not bringing anyone to HIS house for a movie experience lmaoooo. The Asano household is not suitable for that.

Dine out!! He’s a classy boy who loves high-class restaurants, and he lowkey eats at them more often than his own house sometimes. He of course goes with his minions friends...or family occasionally...

#ask game #gakushuu asano #assclass #assassination classsroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #✨ anon

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harry-leroy · 4 years

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asks that say a lot about you tag game!

tagged by the incredible once and future @babinicz - thank you!! <3

How do you take your tea / coffee? I don’t drink tea, and I need my coffee to have a ton of creamer in it with three sugar packets because I hate every sip!

If you could be fluent in any language at the snap of your fingers, which one and why? French! That language is hard, bro. I wish I could be more confident speaking foreign languages. That’s the biggest hang up for me. (So I have retreated into taking Latin - which is also a hard language too).

When do you wake up? I set alarm every morning for 6:15 AM - but I probably don’t get out bed until 8:00AM -8:30AM because I’m so tired. Ideally, I’d like to wake up with my 6:15 alarm but my sleep schedule has been dismal lately.

What was your favourite tv show as a kid? When I was really little it was Sesame Street - Elmo was my best friend. But I was your typical Disney Channel + Nickelodeon 2000s kid when it came to television shows. Every Saturday morning my brother and I would watch those shows back to back until 10:00 AM or 10:30 AM. We sat way too close to the television. Sometimes the dogs would come and snuggle. Times were simpler.

Summer or winter? 1000% winter. If you ever encounter me on the street, you will know I am the true ice queen and my fashion pops off in the winter time. She really says heyyyyyyy.

Realist, optimist, or pessimist? All over the place. Just trying to get through the day most of the time. I would love to be an optimist, I really, really would.

Rain or sunshine? I am so productive when its rainy you have no idea. I live somewhere where it’s hot and it hardly ever rains and when it does, it POURS :)))

How do you mark your spot in a book? Pen on the page and close the book or dog ear.

What are your favourite shoes like? I want some Oxfords because I would probably pop off in those, but I’ve got a pair of nice chunky white tennis shoes that I like a lot. They make me a little bit taller than I am.

What would your non-perfume/cologne signature scent be? Chlorine - probably vanilla

If you were a dragon, what would you look like? The dragon that was my high school mascot because once a dragon always a dragon *cries* Pretty small and angry and breathes little embers when she’s real angry!

Is your handwriting more print, cursive, or a mix? It’s a mix! The best way I can describe it (or how others have described it to me) is that it’s print, but all the letters are connected like cursive (with a few breaks), and it’s also slightly italicized. I have terrible fine motor skills, so that’s probably why!

What colour would your lightsaber be? Blue :) (but also I wouldn’t trust myself to wield that thing safely).

What is your defining personality trait? I am both at once ridiculously charming and ridiculously high strung.

Roller skates or rollerblades or ice skates? Ice skates! I will take you down!

Are you an only child? oldest / middle / youngest? I’m the oldest child in the family. I have a younger brother who is 18, but he’ll be nineteen in October. My brother and I have always been close because we’re only seventeen months apart. People often mistake him for the older one. Sometimes it feels like we’re twins (especially on family vacations).

What would your superpower be? how would you use it? I want to be athletic again bro, and do cool parkour stuff. Super speed would be rad. As someone who did track, cross country, and competitive swimming, I’m used to sports that are time based. You want to be faster than you were the last time. That said, these sports gave me the terrible fear of slowness and missing interval. 50s on the 25? *shudders* (if you’re a competitive swimmer, you know...). My superpower now would more likely be some kind of mental power - something like Sherlock level deduction because I live for that.

What’s your clothing colour palette? Blue/Black/Red/Green/White/Tan/Brown/Dusty Pink

Pet snake or pet bird? Neither. I have fears about both.

Weapon of choice in a medieval battle? A good brain for tactic planning. (But also a sword like ahahahahaha the POWER)

The best ice cream flavour? I don’t eat ice cream all that often! I like chocolate and peanut butter a lot though.

What spices do you always use when cooking? Red Chili Flakes - in EVERYTHING. Also Cumin :)

Default font when typing? Times New Roman - most other fonts make me shudder :)

Tagging: @suits-of-woe, @forcebros, @lovesjustachemical, @cinnabunni5123, @themalhambird, @thelibraryiscool, @henriadical, and anyone else who wants to do it! (No pressure if I tagged you! Just a bit of fun - I realize that we are also the busiest and most stressed we’ve ever been in our lives, myself included).

#thank you aleksandra!#about me #tag games #friends!#harry-leroy

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exhaustedfander · 4 years

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When is Enough Enough? [Epilog]

And here’s the very fluffy epilog to this story!

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / Epilog

a03 link to story

Chapter one of the Sequel: First Comes Love/ a03 link to First Comes Love

Remus’s eyes fluttered open as morning sunlight streamed in through the window. He groaned sleepily, turning on his side to find Logan sitting up beside him in bed, pulling the covers off of him. Evidently, the alarm had been going off, not that Remus had heard it. He slept like a rock most of the time, especially lately. Having someone he loved to the moon and back in bed with him every night made Remus feel more at ease than he had in years. Well, he might've been sleeping better because of a different reason, too.

“Good morning, love,” Logan said when he noticed that Remus’s eyes were open, only to become engulfed in an octopus-like grip and pulled back under the covers. “Remus! We don’t have time for this!”

“Come on, you dork. You’re warm and comfy and it’s too early!” Remus huffed, tightening his embrace slightly and burying his face in the crook of Logan’s neck. His boyfriend continued to struggle, desperate to escape his crushing embrace but to no avail.

“Remus, we promised everyone we’d meet for breakfast at nine and it’s already 8:30. We’re running late as it is.”

“Well then we’ll be fashionably late,” Remus suggested, pressing a kiss to the back of Logan’s neck.

“Your idea of “fashionably late” is being hours tardy.”

“And what about it?” Logan sighed.

“Remus.”

“Yes, my wonderful, sexy, insanely smart nerd?”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, I’m afraid,” Logan said, though his tone betrayed the fact that flattery was in fact getting him somewhere.

“Just a couple more minutes. Then I promise we can go. Please? I love youuuuu.” Logan sighed before going limp in Remus’s embrace and sighing.

“Fine, but only a few minutes.” Remus grinned, holding his boyfriend close.

It had been three months since the accident. Remus had a wonderful recovery, his wound now a distinctive disfiguration on his left side that Remus called his, “Battle-scar.” That brightened Logan’s spirits, how Remus was able to bring out humor in almost any circumstance, even one as bleak as that. the scar was a reminder of all that he could’ve lost, but in the end, Remus was still by his side.

“You didn’t have any dreams last night, did you?” Remus asked, tracing circles on Logan’s arm absentmindedly, “I didn’t hear you get up last night.” Logan shook his head.

“No, I slept just fine. I appreciate you checking in, though. It’s…nice.” Remus grinned, pressing a sloppy kiss to Logan’s lips. His boyfriend pulled away grimacing slightly.

“Please brush your teeth before we go. Your morning breath is atrocious.”

“Ugh, fine.”

Prior to Remus’s accident, Logan had never been troubled by nightmares. He had them on occasion as most people do, but it was never hard to see how illogical they were. Fictional worlds created in the mind had no real-world impact, no matter what they were depicting.

But his sentiments on such things changed when he woke up believing Remus to be dead. At first, he was under the impression that having that nightmare the first night that Remus was in the hospital was going to be a one-time-thing. Except soon he was plagued by the dream almost every night to a point in which he couldn’t avoid the topic with his boyfriend, especially not when he woke up gasping his name.

It didn’t surprise Logan in the least bit that Remus was supportive and always did his best to make sure he was okay in the wake of one of his dreams, that wasn’t something he doubted. He’d wanted to avoid bringing it up more so because he didn’t want to upset Remus and, in all honesty, he was embarrassed to be dealing with such a trifling issue as nightmares.

But in the end, telling Remus the truth had yielded the best results. Waking trembling and frightened in the middle of the night he was always met with a warm embrace and a sentiment that he never grew tired of being reminded of: “I’m here, Dragonfly. I’m right here.” With time, he was needing less and less of a reminder that Remus was indeed alright, but his boyfriend was keen to check on him regardless.

After several minutes of lying together in bed Logan managed to tear free from Remus’s grip and make it to his feet.

“Get dressed, Remus, we’re leaving soon!” He warned, hastily opening the dresser drawer and taking some clothes out before getting dressed. And if Logan just so happened to be dragged into a heated kiss (after Remus had brushed his teeth, thank god) and they were even later than before, then so be it. Remus could be incredibly hard to say no to, after all.

The pair arrived at the dinner seeing Janus, Patton, Roman and Virgil sitting in a booth together.

“Hiya Logan! Hi Remus!” Patton chirped happily, grinning, ever the morning-person.

“Late as usual,” Janus remarked dryly, “I’m surprised at you, Logan. You used to be so punctual.”

“Be nice, dearest,” Patton chided at his boyfriend, though there was no bite to the remark.

“He’s clearly living with a terrible influence,” Virgil remarked sarcastically as the couple joined their friends at the booth. Their friends. That was still something Logan was getting used to, he and Remus spending time together with the rest of them. For so long he had been avoiding telling anyone that Remus was his boyfriend and now the six of them were hanging out fairly regularly.

Remus hadn’t exactly been welcomed into the group with open-arms. He and Janus had sort of been acquaintances and everyone had known Remus before, but it was a different thing entirely spending time together. But when everyone saw how much Logan was head-over-heels for Remus, it would be impossible for any of them to argue against the relationship, considering how happy they clearly made one another. But by this point, Logan could say with confidence that Remus was becoming a friend to all of them and his relationship with Roman had been improving greatly.

“Whatever, emo nightmare. Roman’s just as bad of an influence, I’m sure.” Virgil rolled his eyes.

“I am not!” Roman declared as though the entirety of his honor had just been insulted, far too loudly considering they were inside of a restaurant.

“Roman’s never tried to get me to break into a laboratory because, and I quote, ‘It’ll be in the name of science, Logan,’.” Remus gasped loudly, swiveling to turn to his boyfriend was sat beside him.

“You told him, Dragonfly? My trust has been betrayed!”

“In my defense, I found it very humorous.”

“You were damn near convinced. I’ll convince you to do something risky yet. As the saying goes, be gay, do crimes. You’ve already got that first part down.”

“Before this becomes a lengthy argument,” Patton interjected, “Why don’t we order breakfast?”

The six friends placed their orders, talking and laughing loudly, so much so that the absence of people sitting at the booths nearest too them couldn’t have been a coincidence.

Logan relished in this time with his loved ones. While he was starting to get used to it, being open with his relationship so casually was something he hadn’t realized he’d been so severely missing out on. Perhaps Remus stealing a piece of his sausages off his plate was one of the off-sides to such things, considering “Remus, you have sausage on your plate! Why do you have to take mine?!” This prompted a lewd comment from Remus that made Logan’s face turn a shade or two redder and Virgil to cackle as though the remark was anywhere close to humorous.

The rest of the time together was enjoyable, despite a brief argument breaking out between Roman and Remus about which of them could drink the most of the creamers set out on the table meant for coffee. Unsurprisingly, Remus won without trouble, leaving Roman gagging and Remus grinning smugly. Really, Logan wasn’t sure what his friend had been thinking, he’d seen his boyfriend drink those things for fun. At the very least, it counted as some kind of sibling-bonding he supposed.

While parting ways meant that he and his friends would be separated, Logan couldn’t say that he wasn’t going to enjoy a nice day at home with his boyfriend most definitely filled with Murder Documentaries and lazy make-out-sessions.

Remus smiled as Logan opened the door and they came inside. By now all of Remus’s things had been moved in (He has insisted that the large statue of male gentiles he owned not be brought into their shared living space, thank you very much). Remus’s style was much more colorful and loud than Logan’s minimalistic and neutral one, so their items together in one apartment certainly clashed a bit. Such a contrast might’ve bothered Logan in any other situation, but having Remus living with him was something that encouraged him to let go of any of that. He was just so happy to have him with him, he could look past a neon-green recliner.

Remus walked up to the couch before promptly collapsing onto it as though all of the bones in his body had suddenly turned to jelly. Logan laughed, sitting daintily next to him. He wasn’t surprised when he was scooped up by his boyfriend and placed in his lap, instead accepting his new placement and pressing a kiss to Remus’s cheek.

“You know, Roman invited us to stay at his and Virgil’s place at Christmas time. Can you believe that?”

“Hardly, considering how far away the Christmas season is. Why would he bring it up now?” Remus shook his head.

“That’s not the point, Dragonfly. He wants me and you to be with him during the holidays. Christmas is a holiday he practically worships, it’s always been so important to him.”

“Ah, I think I see,” Logan said, “Christmas is important to him, and you being invited to take a part in that is surprising?” Remus clicked his tongue.

“It’s more than surprising, it’s fucking shocking. I mean…I know things ‘ve been better lately, like, a lot better. But that’s huge.” Logan found himself lying against Remus’s chest as his boyfriend reclined against the couch, thinking faintly about how not too long ago he’d detested the idea of that amount of physical contact. So much had changed with Remus and he couldn’t say he didn’t adore most of it. For most of his life, emotions had been so daunting and difficult to approach. But with Remus, it all came so much easier. Here was someone who so boldly expressed his thoughts and feelings. While it could get him into some trouble if not careful, Logan admired that about his lover, his brashness, his braveness. He wanted to believe he’d become braver by Remus’s side.

“It’s because he’s your brother and he loves you, dear,” Logan said, “It’s clear that both of you are far better off together than you had been separate. You’re important to each other, of course Roman wants you over for Christmas. The fact that he wants me to participate should be all the more shocking. I mean, I’ll certainly critique his Christmas-Tree-decorating, and there’s no way he’ll be able to drag me to carol. I’d much sooner perish.” Remus laughed at that, kissing Logan.

“Oh, so I should tell him I’ve heard you singing in the shower on more than one occasion, then?”

“Remus Demetris Knightly if you even consider doing such a thing, you will face consequences most severe.” “Oooh, most severe. Do tell, do tell.” Logan glared at his boyfriend for a moment, acting as though he was thinking of the most devious punishment he could conjure before suddenly digging his fingers into Remus’s side and tickling him. He would've considered such an action entirely childish before, and maybe it was, but Remus couldn't help but bring out the silliness in Logan and he was long past fighting it.

“AHA – LoGAn you fiend!” Remus shrieked through peels of laughter before throwing himself off of the couch like a sake of potatoes in an effort to avoid the onslaught of tickling. Logan grinned almost as mischievously as Remus, lowering to the floor and hovering over Remus.

The positioning couldn’t help but make the couple think of that time in Roman’s backyard.

“You know, I did get used to you on top of me,” Remus said smirking, reminiscing on what he’d said all that time ago. Logan laughed lightly, pinning Remus into the carpet by the shoulders. “I love you, Dragonfly,” Remus said, happiness washing over his words.

“And I you, love of mine,” Logan said before connecting their lips in a passionate embrace.

Remus was certainly nothing Logan had been expecting in a potential partner. He was loud, he was brash, he could be crude and childish. But more than that, he loved more intensely than anyone Logan had ever known. He charmed him with his strange sense of humor, invoked audaciousness in Logan that he hadn’t even known he possessed.

Almost losing him only further expressed to him just how much Remus meant to him. Logan hadn’t been one to believe in true-love, but despite everything logic told him, Remus was the closest thing to a soulmate that Logan had ever allowed himself to believe in. Logan could never imagine a world where he was apart from Remus. Even now he was certain that he was the one that Logan wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

He wasn’t what Logan was expecting, but to date, Remus was the best surprise of Logan’s life.

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kaitycole · 4 years

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Meet My Character - Eleanor Rys

Eleanor Rys belongs to Pixelberry, I do NOT own her - this is just –my– version of her.

Tag List: @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @kingliam2019 @texaskitten30 @glaimtruelovealways @bobasheebaby @bascmve01 @burnsoslow @the-everlasting-dream @ao719 @sirbeepsalot @janezillow @i-bloody-love-drake-walker @kimmiedoo5 @choices97 @marshmallowsaremyfavorite @lodberg @edgiestwinter @marshmallowsandfire @hopefulmoonobject @iaminlovewithtrr @cordonianroyalty @rafasgirl23415

FC: Katheryn Winnick

Name: Eleanor Catherine Rys

Height: 5’6

Fashion sense: Chic fashion sense: dress pants with blouses and dresses.

Does she like how she looks? Yes, she likes her fair, flawless skin and light-colored hair.

Is she an only child? Yes.

Is she a morning or a night person? She’s an afternoon person, she gets grumpy if it’s too early and cranky when it’s too late.

Is she a cat person or a dog person? A cat person, she adores them.

Got any favorite foods? Traditional southern foods

How about favorite drinks? White wine and coffee with Hazelnut creamer

What are her favorite movies/TV shows? Older shows like I Love Lucy, Leave it to Beaver, and The Brady Bunch. Her favorite movie: Dirty Dancing.

Does she have any hidden talents? She is a talented seamstress. Growing up she’d sew her own clothes.

Does she believe in love at first sight? No, she doesn’t. She thought she did with Constantine, but she was mistaken.

Who is her love interest? Constantine (past) and Jackson (current)

What is she afraid of? Her children getting hurt.

What are her guilty pleasures? Jackson Walker.

What was her dream job as a kid? is it still her dream? She wanted to own a dress shop, making beautiful dresses. She put her dreams aside when she took the throne, but she did take up sewing again once she got to the states.

Has she ever broken a bone? Nope.

Has she ever been in trouble with the law? Does Constantine count? Cause yes.

+ Three other random facts about her!

She sang the same lullaby to Luke as she did to Liam.

She never learned how to drive, Jackson took her everywhere.

Her favorite song: (I Just) Died in your Arms by Cutting Crew

#witness protection #wp character profiles #witness protection au fanfiction #trr eleanor #trr Eleanor rys #eleanor rys #choices au fanfiction

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help-im-a-gay-fish · 3 years

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Pumpkin Spice and all things nice.

Oh yess! It's autumn which means the season of the pumpkin spiced latte.

PS isn't so much of a big deal over here as it is in other countries Buttt that's not gonna stop me from drawing my baby in cute clothes.

As I've mentioned before CoffeeCreamer is complete gender non-conformist, so he doesn't see clothes as gendered. So yes he is wearing a skirt, and yes he is rocking it.

Forgive me but I have not drawn a skirt in a very long time XD so I hope it looks good.

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his-mochi-cheeks · 4 years

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Quarantine time

Yay! Tagged by @rolie-polie-yeolie 😊💕 thank you!

Rules: to answer these following questions and tag 5 friends

1. Flowers or chocolates?

Flowers! Lasts longer lol

2. Between day and night I prefer:

Night! It gets super hot and humid where I live so night is preferable

3. My favourite drink:

Alcoholic: Soju if I’m at home, Long Island Iced Teas or Rum&Coke if I’m out. Non Alcoholic: Coffee with hazlenut creamer or Arizona Green Tea

4. between sunrise and sunset I prefer:

Sunset! Pretty colors 😊

5. Between dogs and cats, I prefer:

I don’t mind either! but I also don’t want pets >:(

6. The vegetable I hate the most:

I don’t hate any really? It all depends on how they’re cooked

7. My favourite sound:

Thunder storms and Kyungsoo’s ad libs in every single Exo song ever

8. The first thing I notice about people:

I think it depends? Most of the time its the eyes

9. What would you prefer horror or fantasy?:

I don’t do horror >:(

10. I’d want to be stuck in a lift with? (choose opposite gender lol):

Um, how bout NOBODY wtf lol

11. What city or town you’d like to live in?:

Idk? I’ve only ever lived in 1 city ever and I haven’t been anywhere long enough to know I want to live there?

12. What I value most in life:

Sincerity!

13. If I could learn any skill, it’d be:

Idk ._. anything useful adkfjaksdjfh I’d love to be able to learn languages

14. Between beach and the mountains, I prefer:

Meh, I’ve had enough of beaches to last me a while so. Mountains plz!

15. I’d love to get married in..:

Idk????? The better question is do I want to marry??? And the answer is still idk fasfjklsf

16. My hidden talent:

>:(

17. If could bring anyone back to the life, I’d bring back:

Nobody! Let the dead rest.

18. Why?:

Because! They be resting

18. Rainy day or sunny day?:

Rainy 😌

20. Who’s the role model of your life:

???? Nadie.

21. How I relax after a hard day:

Cuddling with my big sheep plush in comfy clothes :3 that or I drink a beer and chill!

22. I like the way I look:

Negative

23 My most favourite facial features of my self is:

.........

24. My most favourite part of my body:

25. If I could change anything about my body:

ಠ_ಠ

26 . If yes what’s it:

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

27. If I could change something from my past:

-sigh-

28. How many piecings I’ve:

At the moment just 3

29. I like makeup:

Yes?

30. I wear makeup everyday:

Naaaahhhhhh ya girl is WAY too lazy

31. My skin type is:

Um, oily I guess

31. My skin tone:

Pinkishly white? Like I’m not pale but I turn red super easy

32. My hair colour:

Darkish brown!

33. My height:

5′6″

34. My age:

.... I’m... Kim Minseok’s age akdsfkjas

35. My birthday:

In April!

36. My best friend:

I broke up with her a couple of weeks ago asdfkljasd sooooo the position is open, kindly fill out an application and submit before midnight August 31st

37. I have a pet or more:

Nay

38. If I don’t, then one pet I’d adopt:

None

39. Video games or social media:

Video games mostly!

40. I’ve a innocent mind/dirty mind:

Can I say I have an innocently dirty mind?

41. I’ve visited outside of my country:

Yes! I have 😊

42. Someone proposed me or asked me out?:

asdkfljaslk

43. If yes then I liked it and accepted it / didn’t liked it and rejected it:

(⊙_⊙;)

44. Do you follow some celebrities’ fashion:

Nay

45. What do you think about your fashion sense:

Mostly comfy potato fashion

46. You found someone copying your fashion:

I mean, we should all be comfy right 😌

47. You can do your make up properly:

I did at one point but I may be super rusty now :x

48. You go or used to go to school with makeup on:

dasfkja In highschool I wore black eyeliner on my waterlines like every day lol -sigh- those were simpler times.

49. What colour suits you best?

Supposedly dark colors bring out my eyes! Like burgundy and dark green and purple

50. Finally how’s quarantine going?

Quarantine has been pretty much non existent for me? I’ve been going to work and to the grocery store like normal sooooo it hasn’t been TOO bad

Um! I’m going to tag those moots whom I see all the time but don’t really talk to! Just to get to know you guys a little better 😊 @likelightnxng @pajamas-lipstick @starryeggzo @xsweetjuncotton and @katanabonbon of course in all freedom!

#tagged #yay!#these asks were a little weird? but still yay!#afklafsk i think i might have been tagged by mistake? but idk #anyway thank you! 💖

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vcg73 · 4 years

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Witch!Kurt #42: The Calm Before the Storm

As promised, I got back to work on this. :)

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Adam hummed as he moved through the kitchen, fetching plates, cups, and cutlery from their cabinets and drawers before dishing up the two servings of eggs and sausage links he’d just finished cooking.

He pulled a large orange from the refrigerator and cut it into halves, placing one on each plate. He really preferred grapefruit, but Kurt hated even the scent of them, so he compromised by purchasing a large bag of Mandarins on his last shopping trip. It made him feel better, since Kurt had ceased purchasing his own former staple of strawberries once he had discovered that Adam was allergic. Adam had insisted that there was no need for Kurt to give up a favorite food, and Kurt had made a noise of agreement but Adam had noticed soon afterward that their grocery list never had that particular fruit on it anymore. The bottle of strawberry pancake syrup that had formerly graced their little condiment shelf had also mysteriously vanished. It was the sort of sweet gesture that his husband tended to make without thought, and Adam was determined to show that he appreciated it in just as subtle a fashion. He refused to be another one of those people in Kurt’s life who took his generous nature for granted.

Pouring a steaming cup of tea for himself and coffee for Kurt, he smiled at how delightfully domestic this was. Other than company, the thing he had missed most during his seemingly endless span in the emptiness of the Void was simply having something to do. Getting his hands on some small chore and keeping busy with it. Adam had never been an idler, never one to just sit quietly with his hands folded and wait for something to come along. From earliest childhood, he had been a doer, taking satisfaction from playing games, cooking meals, scribbling notes, inventing choreography, learning some new skill, or sorting out an activity for others. He and Kurt had that in common, along with having work and living spaces that tended to stay tidy and well organized, though neither took it to neat-freak levels. Adam had missed being able to set his hand to a thing and see it completed, and a small part of him thrilled at the mundane little task.

It bothered him more than he liked to admit that he was still slightly off his game when it came to getting his nerve up for comings and goings beyond the loft, even after six months back in the real world, but having a full time stay-at-home job now helped immensely. Most of his daylight hours were kept busy making calls, booking online appointments, and sorting out talent for various casting calls about town. It made him feel useful again, and after only two months on the job, he was already earning praise from his employers and glowing reviews from their clients. That little boost to his self-esteem was making him bolder about going outdoors and meeting people again. Now that winter was over, greenery was beginning to pop up everywhere and the days were becoming mild and pleasant, beckoning him to take a nice walk through the park, or down to Bui’s for a spot of tea on his lunch hour. He no longer worked for Mrs. Bui, having given up his position as stock-boy to an eager young high schooler once his schedule with H&B had been set, but he still liked to pop round for a hot cup, two or three delicious chocolate biccies, and a nice gossip.

And then there was Kurt. How lucky he felt each day to wake up to the sight of that beautiful face on the pillow next to his, to phone him at lunchtime to say ‘how are you’, ‘what would you like for dinner’, and ‘I love you’. Such simple words, but so full of delight to them both. And he liked to be here, finishing up his work for the day, or bustling about getting the evening meal when it was his turn to cook, having it ready when Kurt came home from work or school, and seeing his face light up with joy at the sight of him.

“Hello, husband,” Kurt would say, with that loving look in his beautiful eyes as he came forward for a kiss and a fond embrace. “How was your day?”

Kurt took positive delight in that greeting, and Adam enjoyed hearing it just as much. He supposed over time the shiny newness of being married would wear off, but for now it was still great fun.

Adam buttered four newly popped slices of toast and once again divided them between the waiting plates, adding a quick smear of marmalade to his own half and a dribble of honey to Kurt’s. He added a bit of honey to his tea as well, then used the spoon he’d stirred it with to mix a helping of nonfat creamer and a packet of sweetener into the coffee. He took a small sip of the latter to test the level of sweetness, and then grimaced, wondering what he’d been thinking as he took a quick swig of tea to banish the taste. Kurt had grown up drinking Burt Hummel’s noxious brew, and he still preferred his coffee strong enough to degrease an engine or melt the spines off a cactus.

“Breakfast is ready, husband of mine,” he said, setting a plate and the coffee on Kurt’s side of the breakfast table just in time to greet him with a kiss as he wandered out from the bathroom, wearing a towel about his waist, skin fresh and still ever so slightly damp after showering.

Kurt kissed him back with a smile and immediately went for the cup, taking an experimental sip followed by a large happy slurp. “Mmm, this is great!” he said. “You used hazelnut creamer, didn’t you?”

Vaguely amused at his enthusiasm, Adam said, “I did. I used that cocoa infused espresso you bought last trip, and I thought hazelnut would be a nice complement to it.”

“Nutella in a cup,” he sighed blissfully, belting back another swallow. He kissed Adam again, on the cheek this time and said, “Be right back.”

Kurt disappeared into the bedroom, and Adam had just enough time to top up his cup and add another good dollop of creamer before Kurt emerged again wearing a smart new outfit of gray checked trousers, black shoes and belt, and a shimmery green, patterned button down. Now that he had truly got the hang of using his assorted magics, Kurt could get himself dressed for the day in the literal blink of an eye. The only delay would be in choosing which outfit to wear. It was the one power that Adam envied him, though he doubted that even being able to instantly don and discard clothing would give him the impeccably chic and polished look that Kurt always had.

After all, even his own power to whisk his hair into order with a thought did not give him the ability to look sexily tumbled when rising from his pillow of a morning the way Kurt typically did. Adam usually looked as though he’d received electric shock until he got himself under a hot shower, and he knew he could potter around in his closet for a good half hour trying on assorted items and still look like he’d just escaped from a harrowing ride through a clothes dryer. Lucky for him that Kurt found the rumpled look attractive.

“What’s funny?” Kurt asked, sitting down to breakfast. He hadn’t been gone long enough for the food to grow cold and he tucked in with an appreciative appetite.

Adam just waved a hand. “Oh nothing. Just musing about how unfairly gorgeous you are for first thing in the morning.”

Flattered, he blushed a bit, his eyes sparkling at the compliment. “You look nice too.”

And he did. Adam had a video call with a producer this morning, someone his agency had landed for casting of a big-budget film. Adam’s job was simply to take down the particulars of cast size, shooting schedule, and what sort of roles they were looking to fill, and then he would take down their availability and set up a second meeting with one of H&B’s more senior casting agents. But even that required a bit more spit and polish than usual.

He told Kurt as much. “I must let them see that Hanover & Bradley is a posh firm, even down to the lowliest of booking clerks.” He straightened his black and gold striped tie before lifting his nose in the air and sticking his pinky out with extreme dignity as he took a sip from his teacup.

As he had expected, Kurt laughed. “Well, I’m sure they’ll appreciate it. I wish it wasn’t considered unprofessional to suggest casting yourself. I glanced at the script spec you were reading last night and that movie sounds right up your alley.”

Adam smiled. “Appreciated, but I don’t think I’m quite ready for the chaos of a film set yet. Though I must admit that I have been growing bolder of late. I’ve been considering scraping the rust off of my acting skills and joining the Lightning Circle for one or two evenings a week.”

For a moment Kurt looked blank, but then he brightened as the name clicked. “That’s the Improv group that your friend Joey runs, isn’t it?” At Adam’s nod, he clasped his hands. “Adam, that would be amazing! It’s a perfect way to stick a toe in the water and find out whether or not you’d be comfortable on stage again. Joey was an Apple, so he’ll totally get it if you’re not quite ready to get out in public yet. You two were really close during my freshman year, so I imagine it would be like slipping into a favorite pair of shoes to work with him again. It won’t even matter if you’re rusty, because figuring your way around an awkward moment is the whole idea of Improv.”

Adam beamed at his support. “Exactly right. I had a talk with Janice during my last session about wanting to take baby steps back toward my aborted career. She suggested testing the waters in some small way, then reporting back on how it went. I was thinking Community Theater, or joining the Lexington retirees for one of their in-house productions, or a sketch comedy night somewhere. Then I recalled Joe telling us at the last Apples get-together that he’s renting a space in the Village. His troupe rehearses a few nights a week and performs on Sunday evenings. They write sketches, work out the framing, and then sort of fill in the blanks before an audience. I know for certain that I’m welcome to join.”

Kurt was grinning. “Then you should totally do it. Maybe we could start by attending a performance on the weekend, just to see what it’s like. That way you can make an informed decision about whether or not it’s something you want to do. I think it would be so good for you, honey. I know how refreshing it can be to put your problems aside and just be someone else for a little while. Plus it sounds like a lot of fun!”

Pleased at how easily Kurt had not only accepted the plan but dove straight in with his support, Adam said, “So, it’s a date then?”

Privately he was thinking that if this worked out, it might be a bit of fun they could do together. The others always asked after Kurt, and seemed quite interested in his progress at NYADA, so they would be glad to have him.

“It’s a date,” Kurt confirmed. Munching the last bite of his breakfast, he glanced at his phone on the table beside him and made a startled sound. “Oh, gosh! Is that the time already? Isabelle asked me to help choose the summer dress selections for the website today and I don’t want to be late.”

Adam nodded. He needed to get himself ready for the meeting soon as well. “Have fun and I’ll see you this afternoon. Is it your turn for dinner tonight?”

“It was, but I’ll do it tomorrow. Brittany called earlier and asked if she, Santana, and Tubbington could join us. They’ll pick up something from the Golden Lotus on the way here.”

He was used to this. Members of their witch family dropped by at odd hours all the time and usually brought food with them, so Adam nodded. “I’ll text and ask them for an order of sweet and sour, or maybe some General Tso. That pineapple and green pepper concoction they picked out the last time was revolting. I was belching peppers for two days straight.”

Kurt laughed. “I already asked. Santana likes that stuff, but Brittany agrees with you, and of course Tubbington would probably stage a revolt if they didn’t get his beloved Kung Pao Chicken, so nobody balked at my request to add Pork Fried Rice and General Tsao.”

Taking one last swig of coffee, Kurt took his dishes to the kitchen, then hurried to the bathroom to quickly brush his teeth. Giving his husband a minty kiss goodbye, Kurt grabbed his bag and a light jacket and was out the door.

Adam stared fondly after him for a moment, then willed the magical ward back into place and went to his own work.

~*~*~*~*~

“What’s happened?” Adam asked when Kurt came through the door without his usual cheerful greeting.

The buoyant mood Kurt had left home with this morning had transformed throughout the day into a feeling of tense foreboding that had been palpable the moment he walked in the door. Before that, actually. A more tamped-down version had been singing along their emotional bond for the past couple of hours.

Adam found himself wondering if their idyllic breakfast this morning had just been the calm before some great storm. Whatever it was, he suspected that their Sunday theater plans had just been cancelled. “Is something wrong in Ohio?”

“No,” Kurt said, speaking the word with a hint of hesitation. He made an impatient gesture with his hands as he amended it to, “Not exactly. Nothing’s really wrong, but I had a text from Sue Sylvester today and I suspect it’s no coincidence that she sent it to me on the same day Brittany and Santana suddenly decided to drop by for dinner.”

Adam agreed that this was unlikely. Sue had kept her promise to keep tabs on the Blaine situation for them, but she wasn’t the ‘just dropping a friendly line’ sort of person. “What did it say?”

Pulling out his phone, Kurt showed him the message. ‘Red Alert. Paddington has taken a flea dip.’ “What on earth?”

“Sue always codes her messages,” Kurt explained. “She thinks satellites are sharing them with the C.I.A. or something. Paddington is the nickname she gave to Dave Karofsky after he came out as gay. Y’know, as in a baby bear.”

Adam snorted, picturing the hulking young man he had briefly glimpsed on his aborted surveillance trip to Lima dressed in a duffel coat, red hat and wellies. “So in her own peculiar way, she’s telling you that Dave has rid himself of a certain pest?”

“That’s how I read it,” Kurt agreed. “He must have broken up with Blaine. Either he shook off Blaine’s persuasive influence somehow, or he just wasn’t as taken in by it as we assumed. I’d be interested to find out what happened. The important thing for now is that if Dave is gone, then Blaine doesn’t have anyone handy to power-dump his stolen magic into. That might make Blaine vulnerable.”

“Or it might make him more of a problem,” Adam reminded him, willing away the shiver of apprehension that skittered down his spine at Kurt’s words. “If Blaine has suddenly found himself alone and forced to return to what Santana colorfully calls the ‘snatch and splooge’ technique of transferring power, he could be extremely dangerous.”

Kurt shook his head. “That’s assuming he hasn’t stored power in half the innocent Standards in Lima. He was always unnaturally good at swaying a crowd to his side, long before the soul-polluting began. He’s a lot easier to deal with one on one than with a pack of supporters behind him. Especially ones who are convinced against all logic and evidence that he can do no wrong.”

Reading his meaning in that, Adam said flatly, “You are not going to face him alone, Kurt.”

“Well, I’m not sending you to spy on him again,” Kurt countered with a trace of heat. “I don’t want you going anywhere near him.”

“Nor I you, so if you think I’m going to just sit here safely on the sidelines while that nasty blighter attacks you, then …”

“Adam, I’ll be at twice as much risk if I’m worrying about what might happen to you,” Kurt interrupted. “I’m not an idiot. I know how dangerous he can be, and that you both want and deserve to be with me when I face him, but he nearly killed you once, and then just seeing him for an instant all but paralyzed you! The last time you two were face to face, you were at full strength and he still nearly destroyed you. What if he finds out that you’re not only still alive, but that I’ve married you, and once and for all torpedoed his plans for me? He’ll go berserk and I don’t want to risk him taking that out on you. If I put you in his line of sight, I might as well be pulling the trigger on you myself.”

Adam wanted to argue back that he would be equally devastated if Kurt were to face their enemy alone and be killed or sent to the Void. Which might well be the same thing, since none of their group might be able to find and rescue him if he were to be banished to that place without an anchor. But Kurt would resist such reasoning. For all his instinctive mother-henning of loved ones, he could be remarkably blind when it came to his own well-being.

“Darling, what with all the Lima people who came to our reception, I highly doubt that Blaine has remained oblivious to my miraculous return from the great beyond. I’m safer with you, and the members of our coven, than I ever would be alone.” He struggled to keep his voice calm, even though he suspected that his emotions were broadcasting loud and clear anyway. “I may not be as physically strong as I was the first time I encountered him, but magically I’ve grown stronger. One of the upsides to being part of a good coven. Since Joining with you, I’ve gained new levels of control. But what you’re forgetting is that neither one of us is in this alone. We have a group of excellent witches and Familiars at our back, as well as friends and family. It may turn out that Blaine has put together an army of brain-washed sycophants, but if the Intelligence we’ve received thus far is true, then we also have Coach Sylvester’s magically-inclined Cheerio squad to counter them.”

As he had hoped, Kurt responded to the logic of this statement. “That’s true,” he said slowly. “I hate the idea of putting kids at risk, but I’d put my money on the Cheerios over Blaine’s personal Fight Club any day of the week.”

“I wouldn’t discount Sebastian’s influence over his former prep-school peers either,” Adam pressed. “Or for that matter Finn and Sam’s influence over your old Glee Club, which might even have countered Blaine’s a bit. Just because you’ve been left with that self-enamored tosser as your sole responsibility in the past, doesn’t mean you still are. You were a lone ship on a stormy ocean once upon a time, Kurt, but now you’re the captain of a veritable armada, and the rest of us are just waiting for an order to fire a shot across Blaine’s bow.”

Kurt’s mouth, which had fallen open during Adam’s impassioned speech, clicked shut and he gave him a wan smile. “I’m not sure you aren’t being just a little too optimistic here, but you have a good point.” The smile widened. “You like to claim that you’re not much of an orator, but you give a darned good rallying speech.”

“I think so too,” Santana said by way of greeting, making the two of them jump in surprise as she opened the door and walked casually into their discussion. Kurt had dropped the ward as he came inside, and left it down knowing his friends would be arriving right on his heels. “And he’s right, oh Captain my Captain. If you go back to Lima and cut us out of all the fun after keeping us waiting for months to kick Anderson’s bubble butt, we’ll disown you and elect a new coven leader. I hear Drumsticks has his eye on the spot.”

“Johnny? But he never…oh,” Kurt said in chagrin, laughing a little when he realized she was teasing. “I guess I’m being kind of stupid.”

“Never bothered us before,” she replied, a wicked twinkle in her eye. “I take it you heard from Sue?”

Brittany and Tubbington, who had come in behind her, put their sacks of food down on the kitchen island and Brittany said, “She sent us a message this morning before I called. I wasn’t sure if I should say anything then.”

“Paddington?” Adam queried, wondering if they’d got the same text Kurt had.

Tubbington gave him a frown and said, “Dawn Patrol”.

Not as familiar with Coach Sylvester’s unique personal code as the rest of them, Adam said, “What does that mean?”

“Be on alert because it might be time to come to Lima and get Blaine out of everybody’s way,” Santana translated casually.

Seeing his confusion, Kurt said, “Dawn. You know, as in the dish-washing soap that’s supposed to be extra good at clearing away greasy messes? It … never mind. The point is that Blaine has been dumped, and Coach thinks it might have him off balance enough for us to make our move.” He looked at their guests and said, “Adam was reminding me that we’re a team and that Blaine is no longer just my problem.”

“He’s right, Junior,” Tubbington garbled as he pulled a steaming box and a pair of chopsticks out of the nearest bag and stuffed a large bite of food into his mouth while he spoke. “I been keeping tabs on your family through Sebastian and he tells me that Blaine has already started sniffing around your house now that Sam is living there again.”

“What?” Kurt said in alarm, jumping up from the chair he had just taken.

Brittany patted his arm. “Don’t worry, nobody is in danger. That’s part of what we wanted to tell you tonight. Your dad has Fam, that’s what Sam and Finn call themselves when they’re not being individuals, did you know that? Anyway, Burt has made them wear that cologne Adam made for him at Christmas, just to be safe. He offered some to Sebastian too, but a Familiar can’t be influenced by Wild Magics so he didn’t need it.”

“I should mix them up a fresh batch if Burt is sharing,” Adam mused, already considering ways he might beef up the recipe while still keeping the cologne smelling pleasant. Having been victim to Blaine’s venomous influence once, Sam and Finn might be more than usually vulnerable, and that wasn’t a risk he wanted to take. “Perhaps I could mix it into a deodorant, so there would be no danger of anyone forgetting to wear the potion. ‘Magical Musk for Men’, or some such.”

“You should do it,” Santana agreed, shrugging when she saw that nobody was bothering with food except for the always voracious Lord Tubbington, and going for plates and forks, which she spread around the table before helping herself to a serving of fried rice. “The old stuff does its job, though. Sebastian reported to L.T. that Blaine showed up at the house last night, God only knows why, and Burt met him at the door with a wicked set of hedge-clippers in hand.”

She cackled at the thought and everyone else had to grin at the picture it painted when Brittany added, “Your dad told him he’d had a feeling that it was time to prune away the obnoxious weeds that were in his yard. Then he clacked the blades just a couple of inches from Blaine’s crotch and stared him down until he ran off.”

“Didn’t stop moving until he hit the Lima Bean, from what I hear,” L.T. said with satisfaction, treating them all to a window-shaking belch as he picked a stray vegetable from his beard and popped it into his mouth. “Damn, that’s great. The Lotus must have a new chef.”

Kurt, no longer surprised that his father hadn’t reported the visit, sighed and sad down, taking a spoonful of rice and another of steaming beef & broccoli. Adam and Brittany likewise sat down and helped themselves to a serving of mouthwatering entrees. Adam happily sailed into the box of spicy chicken, also accepting a spoonful of beef & broccoli when Kurt shook the box with an inquiring look. Santana pulled out a second container of Kung Pao, having known from experience that nobody else would have a chance at the initial serving of Tubbington’s favorite, and passed it around.

“If Blaine is already trying to get in good with Sam again,” Kurt mused after a moment, “then it really does support the idea that losing Dave must have come as an unpleasant shock. To his ego if not his magic-stealing. There’s no way he could know that Sam isn’t alone anymore, right?”

“No,” Adam said, “I’m sure he doesn’t know. After all, he believes that he murdered Finn, just as he thinks he did to me. But if he’s seen him around Lima, then even without Sight he must realize that Sam is suddenly a good bit healthier than he was when their friendship was broken off. I could see so clearly, and I don’t even know the poor fellow well.”

Brittany nodded. “We went to visit my folks a couple of weeks ago and I looked in on Fam. Sam’s almost back to his old self again. You did a really good thing for him when you joined him with Finn.”

“Technically that was Sebastian’s idea,” Kurt said, giving credit where it was due. “And all of you helped.”

“Yeah, but you’re the one who actually did the heavy lifting,” Santana countered, having no patience for self-effacement. Not when it came to an act of combined delicacy and power, not to mention personal risk, that had left even her cynical self in awe. Sounding baffled by her next words, she added, “And Finn is happy riding around in the back of Sam’s brain. I thought sure he’d be going crazy by now, given how much he liked being the center of attention back in high school. Instead he seems to think he’s some kind of secret agent. As long as Sam lets him take the wheel and do what he wants a couple of times a day, he doesn’t seem to give a flying fuck that nobody else knows they’re taking to Finn Hudson, ex Lima superstar.”

“I suspect without the influence of power-hungry girlfriends, he’s actually happier out of the spotlight,” Kurt said dryly. “He liked being part of the Quarterback-Head Cheerleader power couple, until it became more pressure than fun. Then he hooked up with Rachel and she was a cattle prod in the backside as far as the craving for fame and popularity went. It wasn’t until they went long-distance and Finn didn’t have anyone to give him orders, or any independent direction of his own, that he kind of crashed.”

Brittany nodded. “And Sam always felt more comfortable having an image to hide behind, so he probably likes being able to sit back and let Finn take over some of the time.” She smiled gently. “I think the people who used to know them both are a little confused, though. People never seem to see things clearly without a map.”

Remembering some of the mind-bending leaps of logic this woman had taken in the years he had known her, Kurt had to agree. Brittany always saw things clearly, it was one reason she had the most powerful gifts of Sight and magical intuition he had yet encountered, but unfortunately her idea of clarity rarely matched up with anyone else’s. At least not without a lot of practice in translating her thoughts. He had become far better at ‘speaking Brit’ over this past year than he had ever done when they were schoolmates.

“Makes sense,” he said. “Okay, so assuming my family is safe, Fam’s secret is still intact, and Blaine is beginning to lose control, how much time do you think we have to deal with this?”

“Not long, I would say,” Adam said, brow furrowing in thought. “When I confronted him two years ago, he panicked and went into immediate attack mode. Same with your brother. If he’s reeling from the insult of being dumped, and possibly from the withdrawal of whatever power he’d stored up in your friend Dave … well, I fear we’ve left this kettle boiling too long as it is.”

Tubbington cut in, “Oh, he’ll be feeling it, I’m sure of that. I don’t know if that other kid is still in town or not, but if he broke off their relationship it’s a cinch Dave’s not willing to let Blaine cozy up for a nice easy power withdrawal. Whatever magic had been stored in him would have started draining away almost immediately once he was at a safe distance.”

At Kurt’s querying noise, Adam said, “As you know, magic has a shelf-life. We can only do so much before we’re either starving or exhausted from having used up our reserves. Storing magic in a prepared object allows it to stay viable for a while, like storing perishables in the freezer. But storing it in a person would mean using their physical reserves. Like storing those perishables in a hot garage. The power would begin to ‘go bad’ in a very short amount of time, and while the vessel could be damaged in the long term, they could also be helped by it in the short.”

“In what way?” Kurt asked, resting his elbows on the table and pressing his lips to steepled fingers as he unconsciously adopted a studying pose.

Santana answered, “Like, if Sam had been critically injured and Blaine had siphoned a portion of his own power, his own life-force, into him to keep him alive until they could get medical help, that would be okay. Noble, even. Not that something that selfless would ever occur to him.”

Tubbington agreed, “I’ve been around long enough to see that happen a couple of times, but before the human litter-box came along, I’d never even heard of a witch, regular or Wild, stealing magic from other witches without their knowledge and power-dumping it into some poor unwitting Standard. Only to steal that power back for their own personal use with no thought as to how much damage they were causing. That he did it to supposed loved ones?” He made a sound that suggested he was about to reject the box of Chinese food he had just inhaled.

“The sorts of things we can do as witches gives us an advantage over the majority of society,” Adam resumed. “And it is widely accepted throughout the community that that sort of privilege gives us a firm ethical responsibility to not misuse our power, nor go mucking about in the lives of Standards. I have wondered from time to time if the general bias against the weak, uncontrolled power of most Wild witches hasn’t led to the rest of us dropping the ball there. After all, if one never knows they’re a witch, how is one to develop the ethical foundation that is, quite frankly, expected of us? Blaine Anderson is an extreme case of self-aggrandizing moral decay, but I doubt he’s alone in it.”

“Well, there’s a cheerful thought,” Santana said sourly. “You’re saying all this is somehow our fault?”

Surprising them all, Kurt who said, “No. I spent months, years even, blaming myself for all the crap Blaine pulled when we were together. I’ve finally accepted that I wasn’t responsible for his actions or responses, only for my own. I’m not going back to thinking otherwise. Blaine was hypocritical, oblivious to other people’s feelings, and painfully self-absorbed long before he and I first started having problems. I was just too infatuated at first, and too emotionally beaten down later, to actually see it. I suspect from certain things he’s told me about his childhood that he always has been that way.”

Adam nodded. “True, and we’re speaking of Blaine as though he were a child, with no ability to recognize how destructive his behavior has been. He’s not.”

Brittany nodded. “There are a lot of bad people out in the world who got there without any help from magic. People who commit terrible crimes every day. Blaine is just doing his the easy way.”

Making a frustrated motion with his hands, Kurt said, “If the magical community is at fault in any way, it’s in not actually behaving as a community. NYADA is as much a school for witches as a school for performing artists, but you’d never know it until something goes wrong.”

“Do you know they actually had the nerve to send us a sternly worded letter after our wedding, admonishing us for performing a Major Working without a senior coven official present?” Adam said to Santana, Brittany, and Tubbington in response to his husband’s disgusted tone. “Basically they scolded us for not asking permission. Kurt was ready to go down to NYADA on the spot, likely leaving a few scorch marks in his wake, but I convinced him to not ruin a promising academic career, and to take a different approach.”

Smiling slightly, having come to appreciate Adam’s occasionally twisted sense of humor, Santana said, “What did you do to them?”

He blinked at her with calculated innocence in his too-wide blue eyes. “I merely passed the letter over to Gran, with a gentle hint that she wasn’t being properly respected for her status as a Senior level witch, and reminding her that Carmen and her crew never did apologize for their laxity in my own rescue.”

She laughed, “Oh, you are evil!”

Kurt laughed as well. “We got another letter that same week advising us to ‘please disregard the former missive’ and congratulating us on our wedding and a ‘difficult job well done’.”

“Honestly it was as close to groveling as I ever expect to see from the Almighty Carmen,” Adam chuckled. “Gran must have given them a tongue-lashing they’ll never forget.”

A sigh came from Kurt. “That’s what’s so frustrating, though! If powerful coven leaders like Madame Tibideaux, whose business is supposed to be education, would only make it their mission to trade information, help those who need it and make sure nobody falls through the cracks the way Finn and I almost did, and assessing and training those with power without treating those with unusual types of magic as second-class or unimportant, the world would be a much better place. They have the power, and they could make sure that cases like Blaine’s wouldn’t happen, because someone would always have their eyes open to step in and redirect someone who’s going the wrong way before they turn into a complete disaster.”

A swift interested chain reaction of glances and nods passed between his companions. Every good coven eventually developed a higher purpose, something beyond mere friendship and the occasional Major Working. Kurt had, without quite realizing it, just hit upon theirs. Their peculiar mixture of powers and creative problem-solving, Adam’s interest in the history of witchcraft, Johnny’s fascination with the mechanics of spell crafting, the unexpected co-mingling of Animagus and Purebred Familiars, Kurt’s own seeming magnetism toward all manner of people, both magical and Standard, drawing even Wild witches and the extremely rare Magic Dampers into his sphere; all spoke to the blending of a wider, more open overall community.

Oblivious to their silent communication, Kurt went on, “I guess that’s why I still feel like confronting Blaine is up to me. Or rather, to us.”

“Well, you know you can count me in,” Lord Tubbington said. “I’ve wanted to flex my claws on that ugly little scratching post since the first time I saw him.”

“Mine too,” Brittany said with no trace of irony. “I knew he was up to something bad the first time he came to Glee Club dressed like male Rachel.”

Still smirking a bit, Santana said, “I’ve been waiting to kick his ass since last Thanksgiving. What do you say, Kurt?”

He nodded. "Let’s get Dani, Johnny, Monica, and Elliott over here. I think it’s time we put together a plan.”

THE END

#Witch!Kurt #Kadam fic #One Three Hill Coven #Kurt Hummel/Adam Crawford #not Blaine or klaine friendly

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