#god. every fucking time i talk to my mom about school and classes or just. in geberal honestly

[haemosexuality]

most of the schools i went to were catholic to its rlly surprising that i never had any type of religion class. it didnt actually affect anything other than us being made to stand in line and pray before class (and also sing the national anthem) but like you could just, Not do that and be chill

#i did go to catechism classes as a kid but that only lasted for a few months #i was 9 i think or 10 #kinda diff subject but i have a lot of memories of being 10-11 and figuring out religion #a lot of my memories for that time period are Gone I Am Memory Issues Man but not those for some reason #babies first independent thought <3 #i remember first doubting what i knew about god when i was like 7? but i shelved that until 5th/6th grade #as ive repeatedly brought up in this blog my sister died when i was in 5th grade which caused my parents to double down on the catholicism #at the same time i had found Atheist Progressive Facebook Pages and doubting everything #they made a routine of every day before bed reading me a passage from the bible and i had to sit there like yas queen so true #but me and this friend from school were heaving deep philosophical talks about religion dailyyyyyyyy #she reached the conclusion of god not being real a bit before me and i remember mentioning to my parents how i dont think thatd mean she #was gonna go to hell in one of the Nightly Bible Sessions #before i reached that conclusion i actually adopted the line of thinking thay god Was real #he just sucked ass and was a terrible being. and also fuck christianity #tho a few months later i went full atheist #one time me and that friend were on a fucking amusement park ride discusding religion. thats still funny to me #also a while later my mom started dipping her toe in other religions mostly as she tried to figure out how to deal w my sister dying #she got into spiritism and took me to like a. idk. lecture???? sermon??? i did not care so i daydreamed lesbian ever after highxmonster high #fanfiction during it. 👍 #my dad also gave me a very long talk about how my mom was being tempted by the devil at that time which like. ok #also at age 11 the last time i went to church happened. it was on the 1 year anniversary of my grandpa dying (which also happened in 5th #grade) and his name was gonna be mentioned. i was already atheist then and i felt Very out of place. also intried convincing my younger #cousin the tooth fairy was real doing it #oh and i can never forget how i posted on facebook telling my extended family that i was an atheist and then my aunt held a prayer session #at her house while me n the other kids were playing and Loudly talked about how parents who let their children be atheists are doing the #devils work or whatever. or the family friend that told my mom the reason my sister died was bc my mom didnt go to church regularly #my mom didn't go to church regularly bc my sister was dying and she was busy trying to prevent that. lmao. #my sister dying actually had nothing to do w me questioning religion but literally everyone seemed to think so at the time. theyd be like #i know you might be angry at god because of your sister.... and i was like? no bitch theres just no scientific proof that guy exists what #oh there are so many typos and mistakes in these tags im not editing that. good luck

[delqcate]

my blog is basically a ghost town so like the pick me i think i am i'm gonna rant 😋

#i hate everything lately #first i get into a whole mess with some guy older than me #then i cried about my teacher and mom saying things about my hair?? #then i get worried when i go to piano classes cause what if i mess up #and lately it's either my friends will talk to me or no one will #i got my period so everyone i get an emotion kick idk if it's from that or me #every single day i just feel like crying lately and idk why #i don't want to fall into another mental health spiral again #but god fuck everything is making it so hard #i just want to be with my irl friends #not just them but in school #i feel so much better there #not that all of you don't i love you all #but i have a sister who isn't even that interested in my rants sometimes #i have friends that i can talk to but i'll he drowned out #i feel like i'm not close to basically anyone #i feel like suck a pick me all the time i complain and it's fucking annoying #cause that's not what I'm trying to achieve i just want to be liked #i hate social media cause I get followers and views aren't important #but when i do something i love and no one sees it of course i won't care anymore #i want to abandon it all so bad but i can't because i know things will get better #but for now all i want to do is curl up into a ball and scream to taylor swift #i need a hug honestly.

[robitherat]

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#vent bc im am angsty teen or w/e but #god. every fucking time i talk to my mom about school and classes or just. in geberal honestly #i want to bash my fucking head against the wall and die. she fucking. ugh #no i dont want to do an independant study instead of a normal art class. no i dont want something else on my schedule #no i dont want to take another semester of math because you think it gets me the honors deploma even though it FUCKING. DOESNT #no i dont want to take both english comp and AP. no no no no no fucking n o #no i dont know why the counselors didnt tell me this or that was an option. i dont fucking know what my friends class is like #shes trying to get a college art class bc the prof at the college saw her art at the school art show nd was like #yo youre good as hell come work with me #and pbviously she was going to take it #but now my mom is all like 'is she taking it alone with him or with a class?' WHY THE FUCK WOULD I KNOW????? #all bc shes heard of him having like. affairs with college students or something??? which shes never like. #explained any further. or told me where she heard that or anything #and the friend hasnt even started with him because they still have to sort that shit out bc its never been a thing before!! bc shes a #prodigy!!! like thats so fucking cool and she is so so so skilled and talented and AMAZING #but everything is just. 'how can i make this conversation as difficult as possible to have with my child" #and that wasnt even fucking relevant to the conversation we were fucking having in the first place!!!! #like i was trying to talk about MY schedule and how *I* get to hang out with MY art teacher three different periods thru the day!!!!!! #byt she gets so fucking hung up on shit that doesnt even fucjing matter and then *I* get glared at when i dont know every fucking detail of #other peoples lives. sorry i dont know shit about the class that still isnt even set up yet that IM NOT FUCKING IN #amd then theres the whole 'oh YOU need to figure out what ceramics stuff ypur art teacher wants so we can give it to her' #and when i tell her that my art teacher ended up giving half of the LAST batch away to an art teacher at the priv catholic school its all #'well thats great i dont care you need to figure out what your art teacher wants for me.' LIKE??? OR WE COULD JUST FUCKING DONATE DIRECTLY #TO THE OTHER SCHOOL THAT COULD PROBS USE THIS SHIT MORE THAN THE TEACHER YOU ALREADY GAVE $1000 WORTH OF GLAZE THAT SHE DIDNT. FUCKING #NEED. #its like. 'i dont know' isnt a valid answer woth her even when the question is fucking ASININE. #or just. ugh #she doesnt fucking listen!!! she never fucking listens no matter what !!!! #its always 'oh you could do this' i like where im at. i have a plan 'oh but you could do this instead' i dont want to do that mom 'or this #might work better' OR YOU COULD SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR FIVE FUCKING SECONDS AND LET ME HANDLE MY OWN FUCKING SCHEDULE THANKS

[pencileraser1]

things i noticed/thoughts about most recent rewatches of dps (plus laserdisk deleted scenes):

whenever theres a group scene i've started watching the characters that the story isn't focusing on to see what they do and i've been having a fun time with that. pitts and cameron specifically seem to almost always be doing something interesting in the background.

hopkins!!!! my favorite minor character who somehow got character development despite having like 2 lines!!!! the last guy to stand on the desk but he did it!!!

sometimes i do like to think about what the rest of the students thought about the dead poets society, esp in alternate timeline neil lives dps keeps meeting universe. like yeah theres this guy in their class whose one of the most credited students in the school and we think he maybe started a cult. idk though. but that group runs out into the woods every few days to do god knows what and one of them keeps talking about "dead poets honor" whatever that means and holy shit welton star student neil perry started a cult.

i watched the movie with headphones. and maybe it's because ive seen this movie Far too many times and mabe i'm listening too hard but it was Really obvious sometimes when audio was added in post production. llke in the sweaty toothed madman scene when you can hear laughing and to be fair the camera is behind their heads. but it does Not look like anyone's laughing. my favorite is at the end of the phone call to chris scene where knox is like i'm gonna seize the day!! and runs up the stairs and the poets are cheering him on and neil is sort of yelling "carpe!!!!" and i could be wrong but i'm like 75% certain that the person singing is Also rsl so now neil is just speaking two times at once somehow. anyways it didn't ruin the experience for me or anything it was maybe just a little bit funny to notice but very sorry if this did ruin anyone's viewing.

people talk a lot about how rsl and ethan hawke really made their characters what they are but i have to add dylan kussman to that list. I get the impression that older versions of the movie didn't really give as much depth to cameron and watching dylan kussmans performance is like. he Knew who his character was so fucking well and it shows!! like the deleted scene of them getting clubs assigned. like i could tell So Much about cameron from that scene

for how little she actually appeared, there is an emphasis put on the fact that neil's mom smokes pretty frequently. and i think that's interesting considering neil is one of two poets shown actively smoking. neil's mom doesn't appear for very long in the movie but during that time it definitely seems like the movie is intentionally making parallels between the two, particularly in the last argument with neil's father. neil and his mother are both sitting for almost the whole time, which contrasts with his father who is standing. they are both almost powerless in this scene. they stand up at almost the same time. anyways there's a couple different possibilities for what this could mean? that i've though of? 1. to show that neil's mother is in a similar situation to the one neil is in in regards to neil's father and 2. maybe a stretch here but the theory that neil inherited his mental illness at least partially from his mother. i'm pretty sure 1 was fully intentional on the directors part, not entirely sure about 2 though

unmanned flying desket scene: it's probably cause he and ethan wrote the scene themselves but the way rsl talks in this scene feels more like the way he talks in general than the rest of the script. like briefly neil perry is talking in rsl's voice. one of my absolute favorite scenes though the sarcastic dialogue is so good.

the light of knowledge at the first shot of the film vs. todd standing on his desk at the last shot of the film paralel

#there was a whole additional part of this post that was about knox and charlies relationship with their parents #but it ended up being half of what i wrote here and i still had more to add so i'm making that a separate post #that should be posted in a few days i'm not a fast writer #neil perry #richard cameron #gerard pitts #todd anderson #dead poets society #dps

[marksmelodies]

stuck like glue

“tangled in love stuck by you from the glue”- glue song by beabadoobee

paring: chenle x fem! reader

genre: smut,fluff

warnings: mention of sex, oral (f), unprotected sex, cussing, kissing

note: i know chenle lives on his own but for the sake of this story pls pretend that he lives in the dreamies dorms lol

no proof read

minors dni

———————————————————————————————Chenle has been away on tour for a little over a month. Tomorrow him and the dreamies will arrive back to korea, you’ve never been more excited to finally see your boyfriend again,You already took off a few days of work and told your professors that you won’t be in class for a few days.Of course Chenle didn’t seem supper happy about you calling off of work and missing school just to see him But deep down he was excited to finally get some alone time with you

“I cant wait to see you lele, Daegal and i miss you so much” you say to your boyfriend over facetime

“ I miss my girls too, thanks again for taking care of her while i was away” Chenle says

“ It’s not a problem babe i mean i’m basically her mom am i not??” you ask

“ What?? no Daegal has no mom only a dad” he says

“ Oh right Chenle that’s why she wines and claws at the door when i leave the dorms”

“ You’re such smart ass Y/n”

“I really do miss you though babe,ask Jisung I talked his ear off every night about you, actually don’t ask jisung or any of the members anything.. forget what i said” He starts rambling and you notice that his ears are turning bright red

“And why’s that lele?” you ask with a smirk on your face

“ Uhh i may or may not have drank a bit to much one night after our show and accidentally spilled to jisung, mark and renjun about how good you are in bed” he says extremely embarrassed

Your eyes go wide as you audibly gasp

“ You did not” you say rather loudly

“ I’m sorry babe i was drunk i doubt they even remember it, i only remember so much i don’t know what else i said” he tries to defend himself, You start laughing uncontrollably

“ That’s actually hilarious, i never see you that drunk” you say making fun of him “You’re such a brat” he laughs

Once your FaceTime call ends with Chenle you tidy up your apartment that you both agreed he would stay at for a few days once he gets home from tour. You get ready to head to bed and say goodnight to daegal

“ Your daddy is gonna be here tomorrow!!” you say in a high pitched voice causing Daegals head to slightly turn, ears to purk up and tail to wag “ I know i’m excited too” you say as you pet her head and turn off the light ,It feels like hours have passed since you closed your eyes, it’s hard to sleep because of the excitement running through your veins,Finally you feel yourself drifting off to sleep

You shoot up and look at the clock that reads 2:45 am you woke to up the feeling of sweat dripping down your face, you realize that your whole body is drenched in sweat “ What the hell” you say in utter confusion as you get up to check the thermostat “ Why isn’t my air conditioner working” you say pressing buttons on the screen

You walk out into the hallway to check if air is flowing through the hall,Sure enough the hallway is cold yet your apartment is sweltering hot “ You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me” you say as you walk back into your place

Turning on every fan you can find and placing them towards you and Daegal it finally felt a little bit better but not nearly enough to spend anymore time other than tonight in your apartment , Once the morning came you called the tenant about the air conditioner “ What three to five days just to get someone to check it out?” you say baffled

“ Sorry ma’am our technicians are booked out for a while” the man says on the other side of the phone

“ Alright well thanks anyways” you say as you hang up “god this is not how i wanted my week to start” You called your boyfriend to tell him about the air, Chenle talked to the members and they all agreed that you could spend a few days at the dorm until your air conditioning gets up and running. you’ve spent the night a few times at the dorm but never more than just one night at a time, you felt bad intruding on the other boys place but living without air conditioning during the hottest season in korea was a big no for you

Once you got the text that Chenle has landed and is on his way to the dorms you begin to make your way there as well. Standing at the entrance a wave of nervousness comes over you as you knock on the door “ Y/n come in” Jeno says while giving you a big smile “ Hi Jeno it’s good to see you” you say

“ It’s good to see you too, Chenle is in his room” he says You thank him and head towards your boyfriends room knocking on Chenles door before opening it. Daegal jumps out of your arms running to her dad “ Daegal my sweet girl i’ve missed you” he says bending down to pet her “Uhmm” you clear your throat standing at the doorway as Daegal runs out of the room to see the other members

“ I told you she loves me more” chenle says laughing

“ Really lele i haven’t seen you in over a month and this is how you greet me” you scoff in annoyance

“ Babe i’m kidding come here” he says as he walks towards you engulfing you into a big hug

“ I missed my baby girl” he says to you while kissing the top of your head.You lay on his bed and let him get settled and unpacked before demanding his undivided attention,You lay on Chenle chest while you both talk for what seems like hours about his tour,He tells you everything from start to finish, and you excitedly listen to him.When you both are done talking he decides you two should go out and hang with the rest of the guys

Chenle walks to the door about to leave the room when he realizes that you aren’t behind him “ Come on babe let’s go” he says waving you over to walk towards the door

You don’t say anything

Chenle walks back over to you and you throw your arms up in the air.Chenle makes a confused face.He knows that what you want is to be held; He also knows that you absolutely hate pda and would rather die than to show affection in front of the other boys so why would you want him to carry you out there?

Chenle shoves his confusion into the back of his mind and picks you up ,He wasn’t expecting you to want to be carried but what shocked him the most is that you clinged onto him like a koala, he took both arms off of you to open the door and you’d stayed clinging to him with your arms and legs wrapped tightly around your boyfriend ,You laid your head on his shoulder as he walked to the living room where the rest of the dreamies were hanging out

The boys all look at Chenle as he walks into the room, never in the three years you and Chenle have been together have they seen any type of affection being given between you two,There’s been times where haechan jokingly asked if you and Chenle were really dating because of the lack of a skinship “ you guys don’t even hug around us, that’s suspicious is it not”

The guys say a lot with there faces but no one voices anything out loud, Chenle shot a “i don’t know what’s going on” look at them and sat down on the couch with you still wrapped around him.The dreamies decide to play video games and of course Chenle was down to beat them all, through the entire gaming session you stayed wrapped around him not saying a word. Although Chenle didn’t seem like it he was honestly pretty worried about you, you never act like this in front of people

Of course behind closed doors you were affectionate towards him, but even then you were never this clingy

“ Babe i want to get something to drink” he whispered into your ear,No response came from you, you just looked at him and put you head back onto his shoulder.He got up and walked to the kitchen with you wrapped around him, opening the cabinets and the fridge he poured himself a cup of water, while you stayed clung to him completely unbothered. He goes back to gaming with the boys taking his mind off worrying about you

Later in the evening Jaemin starts making dinner, usually chenle and Jaemin cook dinner for everyone,Chenle looks over at Jaemin who’s in the kitchen and gives him a “ i’m sorry bro” kinda look followed by Chenle looking down at you and then back to Jaemin,Jaemin didn’t mind though he grabbed Jeno to help him make dinner

“ Hey babe you wanna let go for a second so i can use bathroom ” he asks, you just shake your head no, with that chenle sighs and takes you with him,He puts you on the bathroom counter and you finally unlatch from him “ everything okay baby?”You say nothing, just give him a quick nod as he comes back over to the sink to wash his hands and you latch right back onto him.Chenle really thought he finally got you off of him, he just looked at you confused again and kissed your forehead while walking back to the living room

He ate dinner with you wrapped around him, he asked if you were hungry, you shook your head no,At this point chenle gave up just letting it happen, everyones so confused by what’s going on, especially since you hadn’t said a word since you came out of Chenles room hours ago

After dinner Chenle did the dishes with you wrapped about him, he fed Daegal with you wrapped around (him which was pretty challenging he’ll admit) he played more games with you clung to his body. The guys suggested watching a movie and started scrolling through netflix debating on which one to choose

“ You wanna watch the movie with them or go back into my room” Chenle asks hoping for an answer.You just shrug your shoulders while your head is buried into the crook of his neck.Chenle has honestly had enough, he doesn’t know what’s going on, are you just tired? are you mad at him? are you upset? you were perfectly fine hours ago what happened??He gets up off the couch and brings you into his room sitting on the bed

“ Baby look at me” he says in a serious tone,You lift you head up off of his shoulders and look up at him

“ What’s wrong sweetheart” he asks

“ Nothing” you say shortly.Chenle is visibly getting annoyed by your short answers you’ve been giving him for hours

“ Y/n you’re pissing me off i don’t want to yell okay” he says “ what is wrong my love, saying “nothing” isn’t going to cut it”

“ I just missed you lele” you said

“ Are you sure that’s all baby”

You nod “ yes i promise i just want to be close to you” Chenle looks at you and smirks

“ I can think of a few ways we can get a lot closer than you just clinging to me” he says smirking.You laugh and push him away, he pulls you back and smashes his lips onto yours,Tongues battling for dominance you quickly lose,he flips you around so that he’s now towering over you

“ You’re so pretty lele”

“ Says you angel, god i missed everything about you” Chenle whispers in your ear,lips attached his hands roam your body unbuttoning your shirt and taking off your shorts, laying there in nothing but your undergarments Chenle pulls away from your lips to look at you “ god you’re so beautiful” he says taking off your bra chenle kisses down you body leaving a trail of marks.He gets to your heat and looks to you for approval, you nod your head yes and he begins to take off your panties, spreading your legs apart and leaves kisses on your heat before kitty licking your pussy,you instantly throw you head back into the pillow and grab Chenles hair while arching your back Chenle takes that as a sign to go farther and fully dive into your cunt, trying your best to hold in your moans knowing that right outside the door were the other members

“Fuck Chenle that feels so good” you moan softly as you tug on his hair a little harder his eyes look up to yours giving you an eye smile while hes still working to get to you finish while licking stripes up and down your pussy Chenle pushes a finger into your hole roughly going in and out

Feeling a tingly rush throughout your entire body you knew you were about to finish

“ Babe i’m about to cum” Chenle removes his finger and licks up and down your clit causing you to release,Chenle keeps one hand rubbing circles on your clit while the other hand covers your mouth, you let out a loud moan covered by chenles hand, he knew better than to leave you completely ungaged, he knows you’re a loud moaner, he could tell it was taking everything in you not to let out the normal pornagraphic moans that you usually do. After he lets go of your mouth he goes back into your pussy to ride out the rest of your high leaving both of you panting, Chenle pulls you into a kiss having you taste yourself

“Chenle please fuck me” you beg

“ Babe the guys are right outside”

“ I’ll behave i promise”

Chenle looks at you suspicious not sure whether believe you or not, you begin stroking his hard member through his grey shorts, Chenle let’s out a grunt and pins your arms beside your head

“ Don’t be greedy ” he warns while pulling his pants off and throwing them across the room with his shirt that was already long gone, he pulls down his boxers revealing his hard length, you basically drool over his dick which causes Chenle to chuckle,He pulls your hips closer as you wrap your legs around his torso, he slowly pushes in, Chenle lets out a grunt as his dick slides into the tight walls of your pussy

“ Fuck y/n you’re so tight” he says while progressively moving in and out faster “god you’re so wet too” he says right before pounding back into you

He has one hand on your waist and other covering your mouth like before,You shut your eyes feeling your body going into a different dimension

“ look at me, I wanna see my pretty girl” you look at him and make eye contact while he’s fucking you so good,you can tell he’s about to nut by the way his thrusts become sloppy and he moves faster and faster while soft moans and grunts fill the room hoping the members can’t hear what you two are doing

“ Fuck baby i’m coming” he says as he slows down his pace, you feel hot liquid shoot into your core as he fills you

He lays down on top of you but doesn’t pull out yet

“ That was amazing Chenle”

“ You felt so good my love, you did so well for me” he said as he kissed your lips and pulled out of you,you both lay there for a little bit just soaking in the presents of eachother before he gets up and puts his clothes back on heading to the bathroom, he comes back with a warm towel cleaning you up and making sure you’re okay.After not having sex for a while you were pretty sore but it was nothing major and you didn’t want to make chenle feel bad so you just smile and thank him for cleaning you up .Once you both freshen up you go join the boys in the other room to finish the ending of the movie that neither of you were there for

As he was watching the screen you were watching him, admiring how beautiful he is and how lucky you are to be with such a good guy, you thought about how many girls would kill to be in your position and a sense of pride washed over you, you were proud to be his girl.

“ Y/N is everything okay” renjun asking about earlier,all the boys look at you and Chenle

“ Yeah i’m fine thanks” you reply smiling

“ She just wanted dick” Chenle blurts out

“ What the fuck lele” your face begins to heat up as you shove Chenle

“ Yeah we have ears ” Haechan smirks at you both

“ I don’t know what your talking about” you defend yourself

“ Right because the headboard slamming into the wall which happened to the this wall” pointing at the one in front of them with the tv on it “ was from you both jumping on the bed” Haechan says sarcastically,You burry your head from embarrassment into Chenles shoulder while the boys are laughing

“ I mean you guys did make the tv shake” Mark chimes in

“Shut up your all just jealous you don’t get any” Chenle states

“ At least we know they’re a real couple, i was starting to think it was fake” Haechan laughs

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my first fic! i hope you enjoyed!! my requests are open for all of nct!!

#chenle #chenle x reader #nct imagines #nct dream #nct #kpop idol #idol x reader #mark lee #nct scenarios #mark lee fluff #jeno x reader #renjun #park jisung #nct smut #nct fluff #nct dream smut #nct dream scenarios #haechan #nct dream imagines #jaemin #jaemin x reader #renjun x reader #haechan x reader #jisung x reader #nct 127 #jaehyun x reader #nct x reader #mark lee x reader #mark lee x y/n #fem reader

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Valentine's Day...Gifts They Give You?? I Think. IDK.

HAH SCHOOL CAN KICK MY BUTT BUT BY GOD AND THE DEVIL WILL I SHARE A LITTLE BIT OF LOVE!! (I'm suffering Jesus fucking CHRIST this course is gonna eat my fried up brain for breakfast lunch and dinner) This is done assuming they're pining for Yuu, save for Ortho he's Idia's little wingman. GN reader as always bbssssssssss if anything seems canon divergent, check out my HCs lmao

Heartslaybul Ace: He thought about making it super romantic, like he spent the week leading up to Valentine's day brainstorming ideas on napkins and doodling on scrap paper, trying to come up with a way to ask to hang out that would make it feel different than normal, but not so obvious that he...you know, likes you. He ends up showing up at Ramshackle before class with a box of chocolates he bought the day before and a bit of a blushing mess. "I just got these because who knows how much Sam will have by the end of today, you owe me half, ok?"

Deuce: He absolutely called his mom to ask for some advice, and asked his dorm mom (Trey), to proofread the hand written note he had meticulously written and supervise while he tries to make a heartshaped quiche. Why quiche? Well he knows you guys have...Memories about eggs, and he remembers it fondly, and he knows that quiche freezes well, so if he makes a big batch, you can eat what you want and have a readily available breakfast to just pop back in the oven whenever you want it - hopefully you'll remember him each time you do, and you'll ask for more when you finish it! He ends up at Ramshackle a little disheveled and out of breath, trying to make the quiche early enough in the day that he could make it there before breakfast so maybe you could share a meal before class. "It's still warm??" "Yeah, I ran here as fast as I could once it was cool enough to handle." "You didn't have to..." "I wanted to! You're more than worth the effort it took to be here on time." Trey: Mans has a major advantage in that he is great in the kitchen, but he can't just make your favourite dessert. He can do that any day. No, for weeks ahead of time, he plans, makes, tests, and revises a new recipe, something that is unique and meant to be for you. It's more effort than he normally puts into his work, but it's so worth it when he shows up at Ramshackle in the evening to deliver his gift and a small note, though he gets shy. He leaves it on the front door step, knocks once, and moves to hide by the side of the house, relying on Grim's nose to bring you to the door if you didn't hear him knock. Seeing the way your face go from confusion to joy and excitement as you read the note is worth every moment he spent crouching. He knows tomorrow you'll want to talk to him in person, but for now, that's more than enough for him.

Cater: Consumerism Capital lmao. He has a really sweet, genuine gift to give to you, but the time he's spent with his sisters makes him second guess whether or not something is "good enough". So, yes, he will have spent 72 hours painting a fucking masterpiece on a phone case for you, or a pair of shoes you said you wanted, or a skateboard so you guys can skateboard together, or something you mentioned you wanted offhandedly months ago, but he's not sure if it's enough, so to "make up" for his "shitty handmade gift", he buys a shit ton of Valentine's day merchandise! He shows up with the giant teddy bear, the bouquet of flowers, the chocolates, the sappy movies, a trending perfume and some sort of specialty drink he picked up at a cafe. Depending on your reaction to all that stuff, he might actually give you the gift he worked on, otherwise you'll see it by accident or something and he gets embarrassed and a little flustered because What If You Don't Like It, Isn't Everything Else Better Than That Thing I Worked On Specifically For You. Treat him gently please. That's a personal request slkdjfhlskdjf

Riddle: He's new to this. So of course he researched long and hard on how to best express his interest in you without trying to push anything on you. Cater tried to show him cute stuff on social media, but it all seemed so scripted, disingenuous, or so over the top he couldn't see himself doing it that way. Or on the other end - they were couples, well into their relationships and living together- that wasn't where he was with you, at least....not yet. He ends up watching, reading and listening to tutorials on how to put together the perfect bouquet - his beloved rose garden would have more than an aesthetic use now, and with a little magic, a beautiful gradient came easily to the bunch of roses he arranged beautifully. Before you, this holiday just seemed ridiculous. Maybe it still was, but he would indulge if it meant it brought a smile to your face.

Savannaclaw

Jack: He can't be direct for the life of him, not in terms like this. The night before Valentine's day, he's still stumped on what to do for you that won't be...inherently romantic and obvious, but show that he cares about you!! His eyes end up settling on his little cactus and he ends up finally getting an idea. Somehow after class, but before you got home, he managed to gift you your own tiny cactus. He left it sitting in a box, a small knitted coaster of sorts sitting underneath the flower pot - he put it in the box just so that the yarn wouldn't snag on the uneven wood outside of Ramshackle- and a tiny cowboy hat sitting on top of your cactus. It had been from one of his little siblings dolls that ended up in his bag from the last time he'd gone home, but either they didn't even notice it was gone, or he could get them a replacement later.

Ruggie: "Do you have plans for Valentine's day?" "Yep. Wait for it to be over." He doesn't really care for Valentine's day, but the sale that starts on the 15th? Goddamn, yeah, he's gonna capitalize on that....and he might even like you enough to share a little bit of it...maybe while watching a movie....and snuggling up under the same blanket at Ramshackle...that he may or may not have snagged from Leona's pile of Really Nice blankets....all it takes is for you to say you want some chocolate or treats too.

Leona: He really doesn't care for Valentine's day and all the shit that comes with it, but his sister in law asked him to at least try to make the best of the day. Initially, he was going to...at least try to contest it, but ultimately decided there was a simple way to do it. He ends up firing you a quick text to meet him in the greenhouse. While the way he pulls you into his little nest for napping is rather unceremonious, once you've settled he tucks a pink camellia behind your ear before abruptly telling you he's going to sleep and you're welcome to join him or you can get out of there if you want. He hopes, that just maybe, you'll be able to identify the flower he gave you and find out what it means.

Octavinelle

Floyd: Azul is making him work overtime for Valentine's day, he doesn't get up early enough to do anything Before classes, and by the end of his shift he's EXHAUSTED and MAD. He likely has the wherewithall to bring you a serving from the special menu in a takeout container before flopping down on the couch next to you, then onto you, just looking for a little bit of physical affection. The next day he does feel a little bad for not making you feel as special as he could have, so he'll wake you up with breakfast in bed. Jade: Again, he's been working overtime but he was more ready for Valentine's day than Floyd. While he can't take you anywhere on the day of, he has an easy hike and picnic planned for the weekend if you'll join him. Despite being in the wild outdoors, he's determined to make you a dish that would be worthy of serving at the lounge. He will not handle being asked to stay home very well, but ultimately will if you want that more....but it's going to be in your backyard.

Azul: He had so much on his plate leading up to Valentine's day with marketing, organizing shifts and maximizing profit. But, some of that profit was already planned to be set aside specifically for you. It was about time that you got a bit of a leg up, right? I mean working for Crowley can only pay so much, and he's the head of the dorm that represents generosity anyways. So on the day after Valentine's day, he shows up in the evening with a laptop, and envelope with cash, and a grin, ready to show you the wonders of ✨investing✨. He may have forgotten you still...want to go home. He'll backtrack a bit and offer to help you find contractors that will renovate a part of Ramshackle for you.

Scarabia

Jamil: He didn't even bother trying to plan something for himself with you. How could he? It was a holiday, as ridiculous as it was, it meant that Kalim would inevitably want to celebrate it on the dorm level, and Jamil, of course, would have to plan and organize and arrange everything in order to make it work out. However, that didn't mean he wouldn't make sure to invite you. It didn't mean that he wouldn't make the time to ensure your favourite dish was served. Or that your favourite song would come on during the dance party portion of the celebration. Or that he wouldn't check on you just as, if not more frequently than he did on Kalim to make sure you're enjoying yourself. And if you're not, if it's all too much, he accounted for that already and will show you where you can stay until you feel okay again. Of course, if you show up an hour or two early and demand (you can't ask, he'll say no) to be given a task to lighten his burden, he might just admire you a little bit more (even if he still says no).

Kalim: Valentine's Day means partayyyyy time!! There's gonna be food, and dancing, and games, and lots of people, and live music because he, Cater, and Lilia are gonna perform, won't you come see him?? He needs you there so he can perform the best he ever has!! Come on Yuu, please??? They did actually practice, because they had to change a few lyrics so that it could be a better cover for Valentine's day and he was thinking of you when they modified it, so can you pleeeeeeeease come?

Pomefiore

Epel: He isn't sure whether he wants to continue a tradition he had from home or not, where he would show up at school with handmade lollipops and give them out to people....but his class at primary school was soooo much smaller, it wouldn't make sense to do it here for everyone. Not to mention, he usually had his grandma help him make them, he's never done it on his own. He likely does it for all the first years in his little friend group because he doesn't want to be obvious to anyone person that maybe...he likes them a little more...however your lollipop is the only one that seems to have no imperfections. Funny how that worked out.

Rook: Screw your alarm clock, he knows when you wake up anyways and will be outside your window, serenading you until you wake up. Even if you end up rolling out of bed lookin like a sewer rat and peaking out the window, once he knows you're awake he'll start reading poetry to you. He kinda just lingers until you're done getting ready enough to come great him outside, where he gives you a single rose and a few sheets of paper that he's written his poems about you on. He'll kiss the back of your hand and offer to escort you to class. ** I just want to say, for as much as I gripe about Rook in other posts, I genuinely believe that if he knew or found out you had no Valentine, no plans, and nobody treated you, he would, by the end of the day, at least have left a rose and handwritten note on in front of your door apologizing for not having asked to be your Valentine earlier and going through and complimenting you, though the note is completely anonymous. Rook is a bleeding heart (hehe Snow White ref) and regardless of his feelings for you/your feelings for him, he wants to make sure Valentine's day is positive for you.

Vil: Ugh, Valentine's day. It's a tacky, meaningless holiday that corporations push for the sake of profit. He agrees to model stuff still, sure, he has to in order to try and keep up with Neige, but he hates it. He gets his nails done so that they are jet black. Part of him wants to go goth for the day, but really that would be an overreaction to something so minor. He rejects any Valentine's day gifts, and likely won't want to do anything special, so if anything, you get to see a slightly out of character Vil as he either facetimes you to make sure you've been drinking water today and rant about the industry and how it's ruined Valentine's day, or. You send him a really cheesy gif wishing him a happy Valentines day and he very reluctantly replies, but tells you to never do that again (and it segues into Above).

Ignihyde

Idia (+ wingman/little shit Ortho): Ortho didn't really intend to snoop, but his big brother just left his phone out in the open...well he threw it onto his bed and mumbled something about being a loser. According to Ortho's analysis of Idia's phone, he hadn't been on a mobile game, so what got him so worked up? He sifted through until he found the culprit- the draft of a really sweet...and yeah, kinda cringey message he had written out addressed to the prefect of Ramshackle. Eugh he didn't need to read that...but...but Yuu should. He sends the message for Idia right before his brother comes back into the room, mumbling about how he needs to delete something. His eyes go wide as saucers as he sees not only has the message been sent, but the prefect has read it and is replying in that very moment. Idia reprimands Ortho immediately, but gently until the Prefects response comes through and Ortho confirms the tone is positive. Diasomnia lord help me it's one in the morning

Sebek: Wasn't going to do anything until Lilia mentioned...."exaggerated"...just how important Valentine's Day can be to humans. His decision to try and come up with a last minute gift only amplifies if he sees someone else give Yuu a gift, and ultimately decides with a certain degree of defeat just to buy something from Sam's shop. He decides something practical is best, but gets a little distracted around the candles. Surely in Ramshackle you would appreciate something small, aromatic and it even offers a small bit of heat! He decides to go through with it, but it's only noon, surely he can customize it a bit more before the end of the day. Lilia ends up walking into Sebek's room at around 10:30, only to see him struggling to stay awake as he wipes off paint from the lid. Based on the discarded tissues around, he hasn't been satisfied with any customizations he's tried to make. Lilia gently encourages him just to write a quick note, and he'll deliver it to the prefects doorstep for him so he can get to sleep. Sebek insists it's not perfect, but is forced to accept defeat as Lilia ushers him to bed, reassuring him that the prefect will still appreciate it.

Silver: He knows that he struggles to stay awake, so he starts on his project long before Valentine's day so that he can work on it whenever he has the wherewithall to do so. Come Valentine's day, he has the gift with him during class, and ends up sitting outside of Ramshackle, passed out next to the door waiting for you to show up so he can hand you his gift, which turns out to be a dagger. No, he didn't make it, but he wanted to research the best option for someone of your size and stature, the quality, where to purchase it reliably, to make a small write up on how to care for it properly, what it can and should be used for, and activities it's not suggested to use it for, but you technically "can". It also gives him an excuse to come see you more often to teach you how to use it- often teaching someone is a great way to learn and will add another layer to his training. Lilia: He's been around for so many Valentine's Days, he probably knew the fucking saint it was named after. That being said, he loves to make the most of life, and that doesn't stop here! Get ready for a home cooked meal, you don't have to worry about dinner tonight sweetheart, Lilia's got it covered. Or he'll pay for take out. Or both, to make up for the mess in your kitchen.

Malleus: He's been aware of the holiday for years, but has never really had a reason to celebrate it. But now there's someone who isn't scared of him. Someone who, perhaps if he asked, you would allow him to spend time with you. He ends up daydreaming about the activities the two of you could do together, from making gargoyles to learning to make ice cream together, he ends up spending the entire day like that. Though he's a bit frustrated at his loss of time, he writes out a heartfelt letter to invite you to join him in those activities at a later date. He'll either wait for you outside, or if its too late in the night, simply slide the letter under your door.

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I was gonna do Che'nya and Neige and even Rollo but its. its way too late, I'm hungry and I have a STATS class tomorrow RIP me.

#v talks #twst #twisted wonderland #twst hcs #twst headcanons #twst scenarios #valentines day #happy valentine's day #twst x reader #twst x yuu #twst heartslaybul #twst savanaclaw #twst octavinelle #twst scarabia #twst pomefiore #twst ignihyde #twst diasomnia #twst fluff #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines

[apollyonsdarksecrets]

Actions and Consequences

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

Summery: She’s reserved, emotionally cut off, and spiraling down a dark path; one she can’t get out of on her own. Aaron Hotchner may be her only help, but at what cost? When he shows up to her hotel room, contact in hand, she realizes it may be more than what she bargained for.

Warning: 18+ Only MDNI SMUT. Language, BDSM, Dom Aaron, emotionally detached reader, typical CM violence, childhood trauma, abusive father figure, age gap (reader 25 Aaron 40) doesn’t line up with a specific time line, use of Y/n because story is set in 3rd person for the first half then switches POV, last name for reader is Smith,

Specific Chapter Warnings: implied sex (between reader and ex-boyfriend) past boyfriend being rough and mean to reader, eating, official set up of dynamic and rules, a little bit of spicy for you guys 💋(hint)

7 Years Ago

“Two more weeks… I can’t believe it.” Y/n sighs, leaning her head against the shoulder of the boy laying beside her. He smiles, passing a hand over the top of her head, smoothing down her static hair.

“We’re going to be graduates… fuck it’s crazy.” She cranes her neck, smiling as she meets green eyes. He leans forward, pecking her lips quickly. “Alright, let me up. My moms gonna be home soon.” Y/n rolls over, taking the black sheet with her as he climbs out of bed, searching for his shorts.

“Good, I need to help her finish the desserts for your party tomorrow.” After months of hopping from one house to the next, Y/n has finally been able to settle into the guest bedroom of her boyfriend’s family home with what little belongings she owns. She sits up, letting the sheet fall around her hips as she snags her t-shirt and leggings off the floor.

“Oh yeah? What y’all making?” He tugs on his tank top, running his hand through his spiky blond hair as he eyes the naked expanse of her back.

Y/n shrugs, pulling on her shirt before slipping into her leggings. “Um I think a lemon cake.” The young man flops onto the bed and she laughs, laying back down beside him, her fingers twining together to rest over her stomach.

“I do like lemon.”

She rolls her eyes with a smile, “Trust me, everyone knows Trever.” He nudges her with his elbow and she laughs, a joy filled sound she’s finally getting use to.

“God, I can’t wait, finally get out of high school and we can just… do whatever. Well I mean I’ve got collage next fall but still.” Trever sighs blissfully before turning to look at his girlfriend. “Gonna come be my secret roommate? Get me in all kinds of trouble.”

“You wish,” Y/n scoffs, nudging him back. “You know my classes start a semester before yours.” Trever stays silent for a moment, Y/n staring up at the ceiling unaware of the change in his once easy expression.

“You’re still serious about that?” The question catches her off guard, her head turning to look at him. His face is pinched, like he can’t believe her. Y/n sits up, turning to face him fully.

“Y-yeah… Trever I’ve been serious about this. It’s the whole reason I work three jobs and bust my ass in school every week.”

He pushes himself up, leaning against his head board. “Look, babe, I’m not trying to be mean here but… do you really think you can do it? You’re talking about the FBI here… they don’t just take anyone. Especially…” He hesitates and her temper flares, her eyes narrowing.

“Especially, what?”

Sighing he gestures to her with a splayed hand, “Ya know… little country girls who don’t really know what they are doing. If you really want to work somewhere that makes you feel like you’re making a difference, why not go for something you’re almost guaranteed a job?” His expression shifts like he’s had the most brilliant idea, ignoring the obvious hurt growing across Y/n’s features. “911 dispatcher! You won’t even have to waste your money on-.”

“Fuck you.” She spits, standing and marching from the room, anger filling her chest to the point it almost hurts.

“Hey! Don’t talk to me like that!” Trever follows her out into the hallway, grabbing her by the shoulder as they reach the top of the stairs. She spins and shoves him, but he plants his feet, gripping her painfully by the shoulders. “Don’t you ever fucking talk to me like that again. Not in my goddamn house. You’re lucky my parents are even letting you stay here and you’re gonna act like that?” He shakes her harshly, her teeth slamming together making pain shoot up her jaw.

“At least your parents fucking believe in me! Your moms the one that paid off the rest of my entrance fee last week!” She struggles against him, her hands pushing at his chest but his fingers dig into her muscles. His face reddens but before he can say anything the front door swings open. A short, black haired woman stares up at them in confusion, her mouth open slightly.

Trever steps back quickly and Y/n moves down the stairs, keeping her eyes on her so-called boyfriend. “What is going on? I could hear you screaming from the front porch.” She closes the door behind her, her many bracelets tinkling with the movement as she sets her purse down on the landing.

“Nothing, Mrs. Dwayne.” Y/n says quietly, moving down the stairs until she is beside the woman. “I need to go to work…”

“I thought you were going to bake with me dear?” The sad look that passes across the older woman’s brown eyes makes Y/n’s throat constrict, that hated feeling of pinpricks forming in her nose. In the past five months of her relationship with Trever, Mrs. Dwayne has been nothing short of a mother figure to Y/n. Teaching her to cook, to clean, showing her the basic skills of life without so much as a disgruntled look. She didn’t want to hurt her now.

“I-I will.. I mean I am… I just. I need to go get something for work, I mean. I’ll be back.” Before Mrs. Dwayne or Trever can say a word Y/n is bolting out the front door, towards her run down car, rage and devastation simmering in her chest so heavily she can’t think anymore. The need to be anywhere but here propelling the car into motion.

She wouldn’t break down here, not where anyone could find her, when she’s alone she’ll let the tears run freely and her sobs fill the empty space around her.

Present Day

The rest of Tuesday had crept by silently, nothing like the first half of the day. You had joined Aaron for dinner in the dining room, where he informed you he had a few conference calls to make in the morning and he would check on you when he was done. That was many hours ago.

You had been awake long before the sun rose behind charcoal clouds, listening to the rain pelt your window relentlessly. You sit propped against your pillows, lost in deep thought… shameful deep thoughts. Most of your night was spent tossing and turning, what little sleep you did get wasn’t filled with the usual empty darkness, or the occasional bad dream; instead Aaron had taken up every unconscious thought.

You had dreamt of his hands on your body, much like the day before, only this time there was even less in between his burning palms and your skin. You could feel the reverberation of unheard words from his chest into your back, his hands slipping up, up, up cupping your breasts through your bra. His hips ground against your back, the buckle of his belt biting into your skin as his erection pressed against the swell of your ass. Then his palm began to travel lower, straight to your-

You shake your head fiercely, before smothering yourself with a pillow, groaning loudly. You stay like that for a few long minutes, desperately trying to ignore the ache between your thighs until it becomes to much. Throwing the pillow across the room you climb out of bed and head straight for the bathroom, determined a scalding shower would set your mind right.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Steam billows out of the room after you, a scratchy towel wrapped tight around your body, another holding your hair in place atop your head. The skin along the tops of your shoulders and breasts glow pink, having used the hot water liberally. You make your way over to the bags you had placed on the floor last night, grabbing the closest one and rummaging through it.

Something smooth and soft slips against your hand and you grab it, pulling it free of the wadded up clothing. Realizing you should really organize everything before it all becomes a wrinkled mess. Dropping the bag you unfold a Champaign colored silk night gown. It’s simple, a trim of lace adorns the bodice and it reaches about the middle of your thighs, a small slit up both sides. You can’t remember Aaron ever placing it in the cart otherwise you’d of protested.

A large part of you doesn’t want to wear it, or any of the clothing for that matter. That part was called shame. Shame that he had so easily talked you into letting him buy you all of these clothes, better yet talked you into this whole mess in the first place.

But another part of you, the one that really did not want to wear the same sweats again for the 8th day in a row, won the battle. With a defeated sigh you change into the gown. It’s hugs your body, accentuate your curves and clinging to your damp skin. It’s soft, comfortable, and smells clean, that’s all that matters to you.

You grab your over night bag, pulling out your iPod and headphones before crawling back into bed. You set up your computer to finish working, before pressing play on the little pink device and popping in an ear bud. Your phone buzzes on the nightstand only once, but you ignore it, instead typing away on your computer.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Morning slowly rolls into lunch, a half eaten croissant sandwich lays on your nightstand as you dutifully work, bobbing your head in time to the music.

‘What’s in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie-ie, oh’

Something connects with your door, the sound reverberating through the room making you scream. You rip out your ear bud, holding your breath as a series of knocks rattle your door, making your stomach swoop and drop all at once. Slowly you move from your bed to the door, unlocking it and pulling it open a crack. Aaron’s usual hard stare greets you, but his cheeks are tinged red, his lips pressed into a thin line. A shudder wracks through your body at the intensity of his stare, your palms feeling clammy against the door handle.

“Um… hi?” He doesn’t say a word as he wraps a hand around the door, forcing it open and you out of his way as he barges inside. “Hey!”he stops in the middle of the room, one hand on his hip and the other rubs at his forehead. He’s dressed in a darker pair of blue jeans this time, paired with a black collard shirt, probably more appropriate for his conference calls.

“Does your phone not work, or have you just been-.” Aaron turns then and whatever annoyed tyrant he was about to go on dies on his tongue at the sight of you. You’re standing at the door, eyebrows raised and eyes a little wide in panic, but it’s not your expression that stops him. His eye dip to your body, noticing what you’re wearing and something in his stomach stirs at the sight. The dress is stretched around your body, specifically across your stomach, an indent where your belly button is. Your hips are accentuated and he realizes with a small thrill that the fabric is just barely see through as he gaze travels from your breasts to your face.

“Fuck.” He breaths out, and a shiver skirts down your spine at the rumble of his voice, blooming into something warm and fuzzy between your hips. Aaron slowly makes his way to you, and this time you stay rooted to the carpet, your chin lifting and the back of your head bumping against the door as he stops a few mere inches in front of you. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

Aaron reached up, dragging his knuckle across your spaghetti strap, brushing across your collarbone where it stops on the curve of your neck. He cups the side of your neck, half of his palm resting against your jaw as his thumb sweeps back and forth. That warm and fuzzy feeling has caught fire, burning with a demanding intensity that leaves you reeling.

“My… My phone?” You ask absently, anything to change the direction of what might happen, his dark eyes snap to yours and you wish you had never spoken, anger and lust swirl together in his irises, his pupils dilated.

“Your phone,” He repeats, head tilting slightly as if he couldn’t quite remember what he came here for. “Were you ignoring me?”

You shake your head, then rethink his question. “Well… no not outright. I was working and in my head space, I remember my phone going off a few times but I honestly didn’t think about it.”

Aaron can only find honesty in the doe eyed look you’re giving him. “That’s two, sweetheart. You need to be more attentive.” Your eyebrows furrow, your soft gaze shifting to something hard as you glare up at the older man.

“Be more attentive? If you really needed me you could of just called. I was busy doing work, I still am.” You snap, gesturing towards your bed. He keeps his hand firm on your neck as he turns, glancing at your open laptop and he can faintly hear your music playing. “And what do you mean by two? Why do you keep counting?”

His thumb presses against the bottom of your chin, tilting your head further back and the pressure makes you squirm. He turns back with a small smile, something impish laying behind it. Aaron ducks down closer and you go still, his breath fanning over your lips and you can smell the tingling scent of mint.

“I did. Twice in fact. I’m counting the amount of times you break your rules, how ever many that is will help us decide what your punishment will be.” Aaron watches the blush slowly form across your cheeks before it seeps down your neck underneath his hand. He would be a lier if he said the effect he was having on you didn’t go both ways.

“We didn’t agree on any punishments, and how can I break a rule I didn’t know about?” You utter, quietly, your eyes betraying you and dropping away from his stare. Aaron smirks, nodding as he smooths his hand down to your collarbone, feeling the wild thump of your heart through your skin.

“That’s why I’m here. We’re going to discuss everything. Over lunch.” He steps back leaving you glued to the door staring at him baffled. “What are you in the mood for? We’ll order something in instead of risking the weather.” And as if the sky could hear his wise judgment a roll of thunder shakes the building. You squeeze your eyes shut until the noise dies off and the only thing that can be heard is the rain splattering against the window once more.

Aaron watches you, gaining a new piece of information, before walking towards the nightstand where the muted green hotel phone lays. He notices your half eaten breakfast sandwich and mutters something you can’t quiet hear.

“Um.. pizza?”

“Pizza it is.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Not long after a steaming pepperoni and sausage is sitting on your dresser. Aarons posted in the chair again and you’re perched on the foot of the bed, picking at the melted cheese glancing your boss’s way every now and again.

“You look like you have something you want to say.” Aaron says, taking a large bite of his slice. Your shoulder rises and falls, watching him openly now. He wipes his mouth with a napkin, leaning back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so… human. This is the same man you’ve witnessed stand his ground against men ready to kill, talk down others who are ready to end it all; protect his team with a fierceness that goes unmatched by any other. It’s hard to think of him as anything else besides SSA Hotchner, but right here… is just Aaron.

“I don’t know… I guess I’m still trying to wrap my head around this.” You admit, biting into your lower lip. “Everything is just… it’s such a sudden change and hasn’t been easy to get use to.”

Aaron smile is pitying at best and you want to convince yourself you hate it. “I know baby. You’ll get there, though. We have the entire month to smooth everything out and come to understand each other better.” The loose use of different pet names makes your insides bubble with craved affection, shame tinting your skin. “Are you ready to talk?”

“I don’t really have a choice do I?”

“You do, at any point you can call it off, but you know exactly where that leads.” His tone is all to knowing of your decision and you huff, scrubbing your hands across your face. He takes your silence as reluctant agreeance, pulling out his phone. “Last night I came up with some rules, punishments and rewards that I think will suit you and I the best.” He taps away at his phone for a few seconds before continuing. “The first, simple, call me Aaron when it’s just the two of us. Second, don’t doubt me when I say I am buying you something or taking you somewhere. Money is not an issue. Third-.”

“Answer my phone at your beck and call?” The sarcastic question sort of fell from your lips, causing Aaron’s eyes to narrow as he sets his paper plate down on the pizza box.

“Third.” He emphasizes, drawing out the word. “Check in with me. I need to know you are okay, if you’ve made it where you are going, if there is anything you need. It’s important that you do so.”

“That’s going to be hard to do when we will be on cases and working.” You point out, picking apart your pizza and taking small bites of the greasy dough.

“That’s why all of these rules are moldable to how we live. Work is for work, but some things will still apply. Like making sure you are eating, drinking plenty of water, getting rest when you can. After hours, when it’s just us, I expect you to follow your rules completely.” He watches the way you pluck off the pepperonis, setting them off to the side. “Punishments won’t be a daily thing like it is with others. We can pick a day where we sit and go over everything you’ve done wrong for the week, then decide your punishment from there. I have a few ideas such as choosing your clothing for the week, have your write lines, have you kneel for an extended period of time.”

Your nose scrunches, the next thing your peeling from your pizza is the little balls of sausage. “That all sounds a bit childish.”

“You aren’t wrong. But you’d be surprised how childish a person can act when given rules.” You roll your eyes making him chuckle. “Just like that.” You shoot him a halfhearted glare that he returns with a smile. “But if you’ve been a brat all day, disobeying me and forgetting your rules multiple times, then I may need to resort to something a bit harsher. Putting you over my knee, bondage, collar.” He watches your face flush, eyes going wide like a full moon. “Even then. It’s more so about the embarrassment than it is ever about the pain. Some people find these things enjoyable.”

“You can’t be serious.”

Aaron’s smile takes on a more devious twist, letting his head rest against his fist as he props his arm on the chair. “Maybe you’ll just have to find out.”

You stare at him in shock, your half deconstructed pizza laying forgotten in your lap as your insides burn. Your mind betrays you, questions popping up like wildfires; what would it feel like? Would he leave marks on your skin? Would you enjoy it like he says?

Stammering you drop your gaze from his, his smile never fading as he searches the soft planes of your face, forcing himself not to look any lower than your exposed collarbones and the gentle slope of your shoulders. You set your plate to the side, crossing then uncrossing your legs, the bed creaking as you try to sort through your thoughts. “Can um… can I ask you something?”

“Always.”

“Does David know? And if so is there anyone else?”

Aaron nods, then quickly raises his hands at the look of panic crossing your features. “David is the only one who knows, and that’s not because I told him out right.” Your panic quickly melts into confusion. “David is the one who suggested I bring up a contract with you.”

Your jaw drops, absolutely flabbergasted. “Wait.. David’s… he’s into this?” Aaron nods again, letting you piece together what you will with that crumb of information. “Oh… so… that means the two do you were talking about me.”

Aaron laughs, a deep pleasant sound. “I promise, it wasn’t anything like you might think. We are just worried, and he thought it would be more appropriate coming from me than him.” Despite his humor you can feel panic rising steadily in your chest.

“Ho- Aaron what if someone finds out?”

“There isn’t any reason for anyone to know.”

The iron grip of your blooming panic wraps itself around your throat, your body humming with a desperate need to move and open your lungs. You stand from the bed and begin to pace the small area, passing Aaron with each turn on your heel.

“What if one of us slips up? The amount of trouble we could get into is-it’s astronomical. I’d be forced out of my job because I’m suddenly a woman who sleeps with their boss. You would be forced to resign but of course they’ll go easy on you-.”

“Honey-.”

“-Even if it doesn’t get to that point, the entire team will see me differently. They will question the authenticity of my role and my job. Oh God, and Morgan would be relentless with the teasing.”

“Y/n.”

“He still calls me señorita after I messed up my order at that Mexican restaurant a month ago! He’d never let us-.” Aaron leans forward, capturing your wrist as you walk by with a sharp tug. Pain laces up your already tense muscles and on instinct you turn, your hand lashing out and connecting with the side of Aaron’s face.

Everything goes silent, both of you stuck staring at the other in shock. “I-I’m… I didn’t mean-.” Aaron pulls you down and you clumsily fall into him, knee banging against the chair; your free hand landing on his shoulder. Aaron wraps a hand around the back of your neck, squeezing and before you can utter a word his lips crash into yours.

A muffled squeal escapes the back of your throat, squirming in his tight hold but it proves useless as his other hand drops your wrist, circling the back of your thigh and pulling you fully into his lap. Thighs caging his hips, chest pressed tight against his you squeeze your eyes shut. Aaron depends the kiss, moving his lips against yours allowing a few whimpering syllables to reach the air.

Your heart hammers painfully, your hands gripping at his shoulders but to your surprise you find your body relaxing. Every panicked thought is eclipsed by Aaron as his tongue slowly traces the seem of your lips, asking for entrance that you hesitantly give. But once you get your first taste of him you know you’re gone for, a soft moan rattles through your chest and Aaron devours it, licking into your mouth like a man starved.

His rough hand slips up your thigh, mindful to stay over your dress as it rides up, to cup your ass, squeezing the fat making your hips jump. The involuntary movement makes you grind down against him, pulling out another moan that is quickly followed by one of his own. He is all you can focus on, the fingers in your hair at the base of your skull, the growing bulge pressing into your heated core, the way the side of his nose bumps into yours. His thighs shift, sliding you further into his lap with a ragged groan.

Slowly, almost unwillingly you pull back, sucking in deep lungfuls of air. He gives you the silent moment you need, his fingers scratching your scalp slightly as you try to compose yourself atop him. He can’t stop the way his eyes roam to your lips though, the short taste of you forever imbedded in his brain.

When you finally let your eyes flutter open you meet his half lidded gaze, you lick your lips. “I-I need some time alone…”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Two hours later your phone buzzes on the nightstand, you glance at it from where you lay, curled up on your side in bed. Your fingers keep tracing your kiss swollen lips, unable to stop thinking about anything else. Grabbing your phone you roll onto your other side, opening your texts.

A new message from Aaron pops up, and your thumb hovers over the screen, your stomach churning with anticipation. Clicking the screen a long message pulls up.

‘Let me know what you want to change, my sweet girl.’

A smile tugs at your lips without your permission, cheeks reddening as you read over the list of rules, rewards, and punishments that follow. At the very end, boldened followed by a question mark is the word:

‘Spanking?’

You take a deep breath, sealing your fate with a few clicks of your keyboard.

Thank you all for the amount of love this has received 😭 I can’t wait to continue writing the rest of this story. Please comment below if you would like to be added to the tag list!

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[hikarimiyanaga]

The Queen's Bride (Part 1)

Summary :

Being a rich man's kid isn't as exciting as everyone makes it out to be.

You have no freedom.

Every choice has been made for you ever since you were born.

What you eat. What course you were going to study. What school you're going to.

Even the one you were going to marry.

So to your surprise, your father has finally chosen one thing right for you.

Daenerys Targaryen.

Warnings : Omegaverse. Stark!Reader. Omega!Reader x Alpha!Daenerys Targaryen. Modern!AU.

Look who's finally watching Game of Thrones. Surprise, surprise, I fell in love with Daenerys.

"This is bullshit!" Jon, your cousin, shouts as he paces around you.

Both of you were just given two names.

Two people you never met that you were going to spend the rest of your life with.

"Who the fuck is Ygritte and why do I have to marry her?" Jon shouts in frustration and you shrug.

"I mean, Father could've paired you with one of the Lannisters. Myrcella is an omega-"

"Shut up." Jon glares at you.

"You have to admit it. Ygritte is pretty as fuck."

"Lucky for Robb, huh? He's the heir so he could choose freely."

"She is. But- I don't know her, Y/N." Jon sighs as he sits next to you.

"Lucky asshole." You slap his arm.

"He's my big brother."

"He is. I wish I could be the heir."

"Seriously? You? Jon Stark of Winterfell Corp? Are you hearing me?"

"Shut up." The two of you look at each other then laugh. "Yours is pretty too, by the way. And a Targaryen too."

"Why them? Our mottos are literally parallels."

"Yeah. Winter is Coming."

"Fire and Blood. Like why her?" You groan at the ceiling.

"Just be glad that she's pretty. Some don't get that lucky."

"Are you talking about-" Jon nods and you sigh.

"I just wish we had freedom."

"Me too. Y/N. Me too."

-

You get your bag and look at the empty apartment around you.

"I need Sansa to room with me. Like gods, this place is fucking big enough for ten people at least." You mumble to yourself as you leave the apartment.

Just like everything else in your life. The apartment was provided by your Father, Ned Stark. You could count the number of times on your fingers that you've actually talked to him rather than just receive orders or scolding from him.

Your phone rings just as you get inside the Westeros University. You answer it as you see your little sister's name.

"Y/N! How are you?" You smile at Arya's voice.

"I'm good, Arry. Where are you?" How is she calling you right now?

"I'm at home. There was a lice problem at school today so we went home! Are you free??" You grin at her exciting tone.

"In two hours, I will be. Why?"

"Can we go play? Mom said she'll let me go to the mall if I'm with you!"

"Sure, can you wait there and behave?"

"Yep! See you later!"

"See you." You say softly and smile as you go to your first and last class of the day. You were so glad that you chose your own schedule. You sit down at your usual seat and hum as you take out your laptop. Looks like professor Varys is late today.

Westeros University is the biggest University in all of Westeros. It has lessons even in magic.

"Did you hear, Y/N?" You look up as Oberyn sits beside you. You were somewhat friends. He can charm anyone in a room while you can outread anyone in a room. Truth be told, even you didn't know why he talked to you.

"Hear what?"

"Not interested in rumors as usual?" He asks and you shake your head.

"Even if Varys tells us otherwise, I still don't like rumors and hearsays." Oberyn nods and grins in satisfaction.

"Which is why you make the perfect audience." You sigh. "Listen to this. Someone is doing it."

"Doing what?"

"Seeing if the dragons will choose them."

"Seriously? That thing hasn't been done in like 200 years."

"Right? But someone is brave enough to do it now. You know what it means, right?"

"Yeah. They get to sit on the Iron Throne regardless of their last name."

"And?" You raise an eyebrow at him in confusion.

"And what?"

"Complete freedom!" You tilt your head at him. "No more choices by parents! No arranged marriages!"

"Damn. Sounds like a dream come true."

"For you guys. I still don't get why you guys won't love freely."

"Because last names have a value of their own. Here at Westeros at least. Oh. And Westeros Conglomerate too." Oberyn shakes his head.

"What you guys should value is talent, not blood."

"Meritocracy rather than blood right. Reasonable." Oberyn looks at you. "I don't make the choices though."

"Marry the king then."

"I'd rather die, Oberyn. I'd rather eat my own shit."

"Still hate men?"

"Only romantically." Oberyn chuckles just as Varys comes through the door.

"You're missing out on like half of the world then." You give him a smile.

"I don't think I am."

-

You hum as you park your car in front of the Stark Mansion. You were just getting your bag when you feel a pair of arms circle around your legs. You look down and see Arya smiling at you.

"Hey, Arya!" You scoop her up and she squeals. Arya is only 9 years younger but you love doing this to her. "Where's Ma and Father?"

"Dad is still at work! Ma is inside!" You put her down and nod.

"Come on, then. I'll tell Ma that I'll take you to the mall." Arya grins at you and she begins to tell you about her classmates and school.

"And then this one guy-"

"Y/N! You're home!" Catelyn Stark rushes over and hugs you. You hug her just as tightly.

"Hey, Ma. Arya wanted to play with me and it's been months since I've been home so I figured I should take her."

"I'm sure she understands that you're busy with university and all."

"I know, Ma! But school is out and she said she was free." Arya pouts from beside you and you smile.

"I am free, no worries." You ruffle Arya's hair and she smiles at you.

"Be sure to be back for Dinner then."

"We'll buy some before we get home. Are Robb and Father-"

"Busy." You nod in understanding then take Arya's hand.

"You ready for an afternoon with me? Your best sister?"

"YEAH! We'll destroy those high scores in the arcade!" You grin and agree.

-

You come home with a passed out Arya, a bag full of plushies, and a bag with food.

"You actually made her sleep? You are a godsend." You laugh at your mom and grin.

"Once you get Arya's quirks and use them against her, she can make herself run out of energy."

"Please don't tell-"

"Ma, she wants to. She can afford to learn it still."

"But her marri-"

"She's still 9, ma. She doesn't need to think about that yet."

"Right. Are you staying for dinner at least?"

"Sure. Is Sansa-" Before you finish your sentence, someone has already hugged you.

"Y/N! Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" You turn around and find your other little sister, Sansa Stark.

"Well, I had to exhaust this one so." Sansa looks at Arya who was cuddling your neck still.

"Whoa. Arya never sleeps this early."

"Like I said. Exhausted. Are Brandon and Rickon here?"

"Yep! They should be getting back from Winterfell by now."

"What did they do there??"

"Father wanted to show them something. Are you staying tonight?"

"If you're willing to share your bed."

"ALWAYS!" You shush her and smile.

"I'll just be putting this one in her bed then I'll come down. Here." You give the bag full of food to Catelyn and smile. "Some of my favorites."

"I'll plate them up." You nod and begin your walk with Arya still sleeping while cuddling your neck.

"You're becoming heavier, Arya. I wonder if I should do some training just so I can carry you around."

-

"Y/N! You're back!" Brandon says then hugs you.

"Hey, little brother." You kiss his head and smile as he beams at you.

"SIS!" Rickon shouts then tackles you to no avail.

"Heya, baby bro." You pick him up and grin. "Did you grow??"

"I did! I'm defeating Arya soon!" You grin at him.

"Don't let her hear you!" You ruffle his hair then turn to Sansa. "Did you do your homework yet?"

"No? Will you help me later?" She gives you her puppy dog eyes and you groan at her. You admit that you're too weak to your siblings.

"Fine. But no talking about boys. I swear to God if I hear one more thing about-"

"But Ser Loras is just so dreamy." You look at her with a deadpan expression.

"Try me and I will sleep besides Arya." Sansa pouts.

"Fine. No boy talk." She grumbles. "Stingy."

"I'm gay. I'd rather marry another omega as long as she's a woman." Catelyn smiles as she sees you getting along with your siblings.

"Do not plant ideas in their head."

"Ma, Sansa is as straight as a ruler. These two don't even know what their second genders are." Catelyn rolls her eyes at you. "That reminds me, when's your test?" You look at Sansa as you place Rickon at his seat.

"This Monday! I'm so excited to confirm that I'm an Omega!"

"And if you're a beta?" You ask and Catelyn slaps your arm. "What? There's nothing wrong about being a beta! I wanted to be one before."

"You did?" Sansa asks and you nod. "Why?"

"More options." Catelyn hits your head and you laugh.

"Why? Does being an omega lessen your options?"

"Technically, I can't have another omega as my soulmate. Not that it matters."

"Oh yeah, dad said he sent you someone." You roll your eyes at that.

"He sent a file of someone. He wouldn't just let some stranger in my apartment."

"Who is it?? Can we know??" You groan at the excitement in Sansa's voice. There's nothing more that interests her than love talk.

"She's a Targaryen."

"The Dragon Family!" Rickon shouts and you ruffle his hair.

"Yup! Bran, do you know their motto?" Brandon hums as he gets some food.

"Yeah. Fire and Blood, right?"

"Yup! You all will get some ice cream. I brought some earlier." Catelyn glares at you. "What?"

"Cavities."

"I only visit once in a while, Ma. Just this once." Catelyn pinches your cheek. "Ow! Give! Give!"

"Just this once and don't ever do this again without saying anything to me."

"Yes, Ma! I got it! Ow!" Catelyn finally lets you go and you hold your cheek. You pout at her. "You didn't have to pinch that hard."

"You know how I feel about sweets." You sigh.

"I know. Sorry."

-

"Good thing the ice cream didn't give Rickon sugar rush."

"Yeah. It was a relief that Ma didn't pinch me."

"Those two boys really love you and adore you."

"They do." You look at Sansa and pat her hair. "I hope you become a beta, baby girl." Sansa scoffs at you.

"Wha- why!?" You smile sadly at her.

"So then you'll have more freedom." Sansa holds your hand. "Sadly. As an Omega, everything is controlled for you here in Westeros. Specially if you have a last name of a noble."

"Y/N." You squeeze her hand and grin.

"Hopefully, you and Arya get to decide your own futures. And your own partners." Sansa gets teary eyed at that. You let go of her hand then pat her hair again. "Time to get ready for bed. I'll just check on Arya for a second, okay?" Sansa nods at you and you close her door before covering your mouth with your hand.

Freedom. What a grand word. For you, it was thrown out the window when you got your test results.

Everyone says that Omegas have equal standings with Alphas. That the world is getting better.

"What a load of fucking bullshit." You mumble to yourself as you make your way to Arya's room.

You open the door and see that Arya is still fast asleep. You get to her bed and kiss her head.

"I hope you'll have more freedom than me, little one." You tuck her in and leave.

-

PS.

Jon is a Stark here and Catelyn knows he's Lyanna's son but no one knows who his father is. Let's just pretend for a second that he's not a Targaryen.

I actually was going to go the usual route for this aka Alpha Reader but decided against it. Omega Reader just works better for the angst inside my head.

#daenerys targaryen x reader #daenerys targaryen #daenerys stormborn #game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #omegaverse #omegaverse fanfic #omegaverse fic

[rosemarycovet]

In my room- billy loomis x reader

(billys pov)

“are you gonna let me in?

“hello?helllooo?”I heard tapping from my window knowing exactly who it was

I was trying not the drift off in class as stu rambled about some nonsense when 2:45 the bell went off

thank god I thought to my self I got up and quickly left the class room speed walking through the halls with my head held low

I didn’t bother acknowledging anyone

many people think i’m odd just because I keep to my self I only talk to stu and our ‘friend group’

which are other people I don’t consider worthy of my time

but I mostly walk alone

avoiding girls that gush over me and the pathetic boys at school trying to start small talk with me

as I walk out the school building I avoid the sunlight with my chalky tone

some may say i’m a gaslighter and manipulative which they aren’t wrong

with my ‘piercing eyes’

I get home I don’t say anything

like there’s anyone to greet ain’t no one there

my mother had abandoned me

and my father is barely ever home,I don’t care.I walk in and right up stairs to my room

I go straight to bed take a quick nap and just wait patiently until dark because that’s when the real show starts

———————

‘Tap tap tap’

———————

I hear from my window I smirk knowing exactly who it is

I see her

(y/n).my baby is what I like to call her

she’s as beautiful as ever as she gives me a sweet soft smile

she’s young and pretty

she comes to my room and we talk at night

she’s demonic and bloody in my eyes

but she holds me tight every night i’m in my bedroom with her i’m never alone

and I kiss her cold lips until morning comes then she’s gone and i’m off

but she only exists in the dark of my room

as me and my ‘friends’ are sitting at the fountain for lunch I sit next to stu as randy sits in the middle of stu and tatum and Sidney is next to tatum

god how much I hate Sidney she’s the reason my mom left me

yet she doesn’t even know

I kept catching her staring at me yet pretended as if I didn’t notice

I know she likes me it’s obvious

but my feelings are the opposite for her

I wish she would die

I wish I could kill her right now

I have planned to kill her with the rest of the group but making stu my partner

there’s so much of sidney I can’t stand same with the rest of them as they talk about meaningless stuff

and all I can think about is my love

I’d do anything for her

as me and her laid in my bed I do adore her as I said before I’d do anything for her and it’s always in my room that we’re the closes

I try to smile but i’m always frontin

but I do love her and at least that’s something.She doesn’t talk much but when she does it gets cold

usually we just lay there and we hold eachother

we’re lovers we don’t need others

certainly i’m all she needed and she is everything I need I don’t need anyone else but her

one night one of my mother’s cat that she also had abandoned had jumped up on the covers

and it scared my baby,cause she don’t like pets.

she had scrambled out of the room

It had made my blood boil that the cat had frighten my baby so I twisted it’s fucking head of its neck

“look baby it’s bloody it’s gone it’s doomed” I had cried out to her

“please come back to the room..don’t ignore me” I begged her

this was more than a sick love story

If she was ever to leave me or was left with out her I’d bring a gun shot to school

and I will for any reason if she wants me to

I hate it that she has to leave when the light comes on and if I had it my way the fucking sun would be gone

sometimes when we’re kissing I start shaking when she slips me that tongue it taste like bacon

she looks sad

uh-oh something wrong.my baby’s upset

“baby what’s wrong?” I asked her as I tuck a strain of her hair behind her ear

“billy one of the neighbors kid had spotted me sneaking in and now I can’t come back cause they know our secret”

unless I can make them keep it if I do she’ll still be able to come

the next day i’m in their backyard as I slipped my ghost face costume on with a shotgun and knife

cut the screen,I went and found the kid

blew a blow of spaghetti to the side of it’s head Then their daddy was next he ran down the hall as I chased after him he was quick to fall as I shredded his throat.

I gripped the knife and started stabbing the shit out of his wife

after Is was done with them I went back home a bloody mess still in my ghostface costume with a job well done

as I washed up in the sink and but the bloody costume in the washing machine waiting for baby to come

like I said I do anything for her

I waited and and hated for 3-4 hours to hear her tapping

then finally she arrived as always she had a soft smile on her face as I held a smirk

“baby I got rid of them you don’t have to worry”

she stared at me a bit surprised

“you got rid of them?..for me?”

“of course baby I’d do anything for you”

she smiled and ran up to me as I picked her up and took her in my room

#billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x you #billy loomis #ghostface #ghostface x you #in my room #insane clown posse #billy loomis x female reader #SoundCloud #billy loomis x y/n #billy loomis fanfiction #ghost face x reader

[rocknluvy]

hiii i'm super bored, so here are dps sick headcanons

neil perry

seldom gets sick but when he does it hits him LIKE A TRUCK hates being sick he's allergic to penicillin so he feels very guilty about needing medication stubborn asf, will pretend he's fine for an annoying amount of time. will go to class watery eyed, sweaty, flushed red, shaking and half-delirious has to be forced to rest, but once that's managed he's very calm and sleeps through most of his sickness loves soup. his mom used to (and still does if he happens to get sick while he's home) make him some kind of special soup whenever he got sick and he loved it. give the boy some soup it will cure 99% of his illness.

todd anderson

gets sick frequently but goes through it pretty lightly he's never like, suffering, more like inconvenienced takes him such a long time though. he has never been sick less than a week fatigue hits him hard, he's falling asleep while standing gets pretty bad muscle pains and pretty irritable it makes him pretty snappy, which unfortunately, makes him funny asf, but no one can really laugh bc he's sick, that would be rude

charlie dalton

probably ate dirt as a kid so he's immune to all the germs, and doesn't get sick a lot but when he does his throat just... gives up on him. he looses his voice immediately i think since he barely gets sick the poets have no idea, so when one day he just shows up at breakfast dead silent they assume the apocalypse is near. gets really bad headaches. loud noises make his headaches worse. this is pretty ironic and funny to the other poets starts missing classes the second he can and doesn't come back until he's forced to by nolan himself would love being sick if it wasn't for the whole... being sick thing bc ouch... but like the attention is great

knox overstreet

gets sick at very unfortunate times, like just at the beginning of spring or during school breaks and weekends. convinced he's dying every. single. time. "This Is The End, Write Down My Will For Me Please... Please Call My Mommy, I Shall Bid My Farewell To Her..." to be fair he does get a horrible migraine every single time, so the guys are mostly forgiving of all of the bullshit inhales soup and tea with lemon&honey.

gerard pitts

his temperature spikes up by +0.1°C and immediately delirium hits him and it hits him HARD gets really emotional and cries a lot. mostly bc he loves his friends and animals and science hates taking medicine. you gotta hide it in his food bc he will not take it will not shut the fuck up, not even for a second. not even when he's sleeping (pray for meeks he's really going thru it), talks until he looses his voice also muscle pains get him soo bad, like his back and his legs are useless he can barely sit sometimes

steven meeks 

barely eats anything. all the food becomes repulsive to him and he has to be coaxed to eat literal toddler portions just so he doesn't starve. throws up a lot deathly pale + flushed cheeks and nose + teary, puffy eyes sleepy. hates it. hates missing classes and complains about it a lot. would over-medicate himself to get to go to class quicker luckily he can be easily distracted (mostly by crossword puzzles and music) charlie will go into his room and play saxophone for him sometimes <3

richard cameron

he technically has a pretty good immune system but he's so irrationally afraid of germs that he walks around in a medical mask during flu season to protect himself still gets sick though it's like a vibe check from god to stop fucking panicking like neil, he refuses to admit that he's sick and goes to class shivering, sweaty, and only half-lucid but he will go to class goddammit, gotta keep that perfect attendance somehow still believes that some painkillers would fix him. he almost overdosed once (or twice) has to be forced to rest and argues about it a lot he's hungry. all the time. could eat a five course meal and still be hungry. get my boy some sustenance, he's dying also gets migraines (he gets those anyways, they get way worse when he's sick though)

#dead poets society #dead poets fandom #dead poets headcanons #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #gerard pitts #steven meeks #richard cameron #mazzy.txt #live now

[deepghostdreamerdream]

Our Future.. |Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Warnings : cursing

Themes : fluffy

Description: during sixth year, sebastian being exhausted taking all these classes at once whilst using a Time turner could be exhausting, but you can never be too tired to not turn it the opposite way....

Sebastian's POV

God I shouldn't have signed up for so many damn classes! I just got through herbology and defense against the dark arts, whilst also juggling charms and potions.

By the span of 1 month, he couldn't do it anymore. He was honestly thinking about returning the wretched thing back in again. But that was before he knew of its other purpose.

During potions, one of the newer assignments were to collect your own ingredients for the thunderbrew potion, and those take a minute to find, at least he will have the weekend to stay at feldcroft.

He's been staying there by himself since the incident with Solomon and with anne being gone as well, who else was gonna take care of the garden or the home whilst gone for school.

He would come every weekend to clean and tend the plants, and neighbors.

After class released, he ran straight out to the floo flame, not even bothering to talk to ominous and Y/N walking out as well.

It's true, he has been avoiding them since the end of fifth year, it's just... how can you come back from that. Like nothing happened.

He just needs his head clear, he's sure they won't abandon him... Will they?

He shakes his head as he finally takes In his surroundings, he's at his childhood home.

Some of the neighbors waving him at him, and shouting welcome home, while all he could do was wave back, he didn't deserve their kindness.

After a long afternoon of cleaning and tending, he decides to take a bath and gets ready for bed.

He plops on the bed that his sister once laid in, he could still smell her and Solomon scents in the home, he'll never forget them.

The time turner still hung around his neck, he lifts to examine it.

It really was pretty just by itself, and extremely powerful.. Sounds like someone he knew, he giggles and lowers the flame to a dim light to fall asleep to.

BY MORNING

Sebastian was still dead asleep by sunrise which was unusual since he's usually a morning person.

But that's not what wakes him up, what wakes him up was a pair of frail but strong hands grips him and holds him down, scaring the living shit out of sebastion.

He opens his eyes up to see a boy around his age about twelve or thirteen, pretty scrawny form, about 5'4, had hair just like his but more wavy and his eyes were familiar but couldn't point it out.

"Who are you! What are you in my bed?!" he yells in sebastian's face keeping a heavy hold on him, damn for a scrawny kid he was sure strong.

Sebastian manages to push the kid off of him and snatched his wand before he started to book it, forgetting his stuff and him only having his wand and the time turner.

He managed to run to the little valleys by the village, he was actually scared he ended up in someone else's house for a minute but that wasn't possible, it was his home.

The village was loud and full of people, he hasn't remembered the last time there was this many people in feldcroft. It kinda scared him, where did all these people come from?

Now his face was confused and angry, what the hell was a random kid thinking he could just barge in and yell at him saying that HE was the one trespassing, I don't fucking think so.

He cast disillusionment to sneak closer to the house and saw the boy come out of the home with something in his hands or rather someone.

A little girl not older than five, she had more olive skin than the older boy, her hair being the same brown and tucked in a ponytail, but the one thing that stood out to him, was that she had his mother's eyes.

Even the Same shape and color.

He was tearing up at the sight of practically seeing his mom in some way or another.

He wanted to get closer but then a woman was running towards them, she looked really familiar too.

"Finn! What happened?!" the woman grabs the little girl from his Arms and grabs him In for a side hug and kissed his head.

"There was a boy in my bed! One minute he wasn't there and then the next he was! I chased him out, I don't think he saw ellie when he ran." he finished and sebastian couldn't help but giggle, he talks super fast when he gets excited, just like Y/N.

But now that he was inching closer and closer by the more they were conversating, but something about the mother gets him thinking, she sounds awfully familiar too.

He takes a good look and then realized that this WAS Y/N.

His heart dropped when he realized as his brain connected the dots, he must of accidentally went to the future in his sleep.

He thought of something else, 'So, Y/N has kids in the future?' he couldn't stop staring at her because she was truly enchanting, she had this glow on her when she was with her kids, it made her more attractive even.

'She is so beautiful.' and right when he thought that, someone apparated in the middle of feldcroft and it looked like a older version of HIM.

He came running to the house, grabbed his son by the shoulder, just like Solomon would do to him, heh apple doesn't fall far from the tree I guess.

The father took him a few feet away from the girls to talk.

He was too distracted by watching himself and his son talk to each other. Ellie was picking up another aura around, just like her dad's but much lighter, more youthful.

Ellie began to thrash in her mother's grasp making y/n let go of her and follow her.

After having ellie Y/N figured out pretty quickly that her daughter would have her abilities, even showing her things she hasn't seen before.

But the one thing that ellie does, she can see and feel aura's, she can know who they are and to see if they are good or bad.

If ellie senses something she will want to reach out and follow whatever it is, and if someone or something was holding her back, she would throw a tantrum.

But as a mom, she did worry one day ellie might sense something she's not supposed to and it'll have a hold of her. She knows it's only been people and some ancient magic she had found but Y/N was worried of all her baggage will be placed on her children, especially their daughter.

Her son however had her personality, her son was all her except one thing, he had sebastian's overprotective nature and has his knack of never giving up, especially when it comes to his family.

She hadn't sensed any ancient magic In her son like she had with her daughter, in her mind she was thankful, he wouldn't have to go through the hardships of ancient magic like his sister will have too.

But she snapped out of her thoughts as she follows ellie around the valleys, she saw ellie heading up to the creak between two big stones.

Not long after she had found the younger sebastian, and again had got the shit scared out of him making his disillusionment spell disappear.

Y/N couldn't believe her eyes, she was looking at a 16 year old version of her husband. It was weird to think she met him at that age, but she shakes her head and heads towards him.

She grabs ellie from in front of him and just stares at him, whilst ellie keeps reaching for the younger clone.

Sebastian was so distracted by seeing his future self and HIS son that he didn't notice his own daughter sneaked behind him.

He couldn't help but stare at how breathtakingly beautiful y/n had grown to be.

'Is this really our future together?' hope glammored in his eyes, but he guess he must've been staring for too long cause she started to question.

Once y/n saw the boy that her son was ranting about, her nerves calmed down realizing this was someone she knew, but what was not good was that she met this version of her husband when she was 15, he wasn't supposed to be here, and he wasn't supposed to know anything about the future.

And he CANNOT let her husband see his younger version, one of the rules of the time turner I guess.

"Quick! When did you come from?!' she whispers as she crouches down to his level due to him still sitting, he's confused on how she figured out the situation but it was obvious cause the time turner was out on top of his shirt.

He answers, "uh the beginning of sixth year?" see if that would ring a bell, and turns out it did cause y/n smiles and says, "Just give it 5 turns to the left, that should bring you back to where you were." she smiles kindly as she starts walking back with the little girl.

"Wait! Can I see her? One more time?" sebastian asks in a desperate tone, he wanted to see his mom one last time.

Y/N immediately knew that he saw his mom in his daughters eyes, a trait she never would have thought of, but that's what makes ellie much more special.. so she sets Ellie down and let her run to sebastian.

He gets up before she crashes into his arms, even though he was still young, ellie was still so small compared to him, his little girl.

He lifted her to where he could really see her features, she was a very beautiful little girl, just like her mom.

And then he noticed that his older self and son were gone from the place where he last saw them.

He saw his older self go into the house, but his son stopped and looked in to see his mother and sister weren't there, but not long he looks up and sees his mother on the valleys.

Finn gets up to the top to see the boy he attacked earlier is holding his baby sister and his mom was just letting it happen?

"How do I do it?" sebastian randomly asks, making y/n laugh out loud, making her question, "What do you mean seb?" her nickname for him will always melt his heart, he knows it's not the most creative but it still wams his heart.

"I mean, How do I make this happen? A life with you and our kids, I want this to actually happen! Please tell me what I need to do!" sebastian kinda panics for a minute but calms his nerves when he hears his best friend laughing at him.

"You just need to be patient, let time take it's course, and maybe ask her to date." y/n couldn't believe she was giving her husband's younger self to get her younger self, ain't this one for the book of jokes.

"I think you should write her little love letters, those were always my favorites." he nods his head as she smiles then she takes ellie back into her arms.

"Remember sebastian, 5 turns to the left... Good luck." after she says that she starts walking away and finds her son spying on the both of them, she giggles and shakes her head, "Come on Finn!" she yells after making it down the hill past Finn.

Finn still hesitates to leave the boy all alone, not trusting but the last call of his mother made him leave.

Sebastian sees Finn Leave and smiles to himself, he really did have sebastian's overprotective nature when it came to his girls.

He takes a deep breath and turns the time turner the amount of times to return back.

And all of a sudden the noise of the village was as quiet as a door mouse, this seemed more accurate.

He ran down to his home to see if his stuff was there and low and behold it was.

He couldn't get the images of older y/n and his kids out of his head, his own kids!

'Wow.. I have kids' and they were beautiful and he couldn't wait till he can get that life, but now all he has to do is take the first step.

My dear charge, Y/n..

#sebastian sallow x reader

[dbnightingale24]

Sneak Peek To ‘A Huckleberry Is Nothing Without His Hummingbird’

 A follow up to ‘It’s Ridiculous, But I’ll Always Love You’ A Lloyd Hansen Love Story

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I’m back! Thanks for all the congrats and well wishes! So much writing has been going on since I got back, and I can’t wait to start posting again! Thank you, as always, to @fuckingbye​ for the amazing moodboard and just being amazing in general! I love you! I hope you all enjoy this snippet, and I hope to have the full story up soon!!

Warnings: Swearing, Family Drama, Angst, Drama, Arguments, Lloyd being Lloyd, Slight Mention of Drinking

Word Count: 1,014

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Lloyd’s P.O.V

“Trav, you and I need to have a talk,” I sigh as I take seat his computer desk.

He’s nine years old, why the hell does he have such an intense computer setup?

“Aren’t you supposed to knock before you come in? Mom knocks,” he mutters, not even bothering to look up from his book.

“She’s the nicer one.”

“Didn’t she punch my gym teacher in the face just for making a remark about my attitude when it comes to leading team sports?”

“I said she’s nicer one, not the more sane one, and put the damn book down. I’m talking to you.”

“What?”

“Watch your fucking mouth. What’s going on at school, and why didn’t you tell me about it?”

“In order for me to tell you about anything, you’d have to be here for that,” he snaps.

Ah yes, that’s why he has an insane computer setup. Guilt.

“I’m here now.”

“Good job.”

“Travis, I swear to God-”

“You’re never home, Dad! Before, you were always away on missions. Now, you don’t do missions but you’re always at work, and when you are home, you get pissed off about every little thing. If you don’t give a damn, why should I say anything?”

“That’s not true and you know it. I’m just adjusting. I know I’m not good at it, but I’m working on it.”

“Are you capable of apologizing to anyone besides Mom?

“I apologize to you when you deserve one.”

“Now seems like a pretty good time.”

“Jesus, you’re so much like your Mother sometimes. I swear that sometimes I think you two work together to drive me insane.”

“Well, I’m the one who got sent to my room, so it can’t be all that bad.”

“You owe your Mother an apology.”

“Yeah, I know,” he sighs.

“Sit up and tell me what’s going on.”

“I don’t feel like talking about it.”

“Yeah, I don’t care. Get up and talk to me. Why didn’t you tell me you were getting bullied?”

“Didn’t we just discuss that?”

I swear he’s just like Y/N.

“Travis.”

“Some of the kids at school think it’s funny that I’m scared to go to gym class, or that I jump when a book drops, or that I have panic attacks.”

“Why the hell are youi afraid of gym class?”

“A ball bouncing off the wall? A basketball bouncing-”

“Okay okay,” I sigh, sitting back. “You can’t let the bullies win. That’s not how your Mom and I are rasinging you.”

“I fought back and got suspended and, I’m sorry, isn’t that the Hansen way?”

“Are we sure you’re only 9?”

“I learn from the best.”

“That you do. Do you want to be home schooled?”

“Not forever,” he mumbles and I roll my eyes. “What now?”

“Speak up, I’m not raising you to be shy!”

“Why isn’t Mom having this talk with me?”

“Because she’s making dinner and I’m your Father.”

“You should’ve ordered something,” he goes on, completely ignoring the part about me being his Father.

Great, my kids hates me too.

“I offered to and she said that you prefer home cooked meals.”

“It doesn’t matter, she’s stressed out. You just have to do it.”

“How do you know this?”

“When she gets really upset over the things you do, I make dinner or talk her into ordering food,” he shrugs as if it’s no big deal.

“I’m trying to do better-”

“Don’t try, Dad. Just do it. Mom is here all the time and she deals with all of it, and then has to deal with your mood swings on top of it? It’s not fair.”

“Yeah, I know,” I mutter as I get up.

“Now who isn’t speaking up?”

“Watch it,” I warn ib the voice that lets him know he’s got no more buttons left to push, “and watch the swearing around your Mom. You know how much she hates it.”

“But why?”

“You’ve spent time with your grandparents, that’s not how she was raised. You’re too young to swear.”

“That’s not what you think.”

“You’re gonna swear anyway, so who gives a damn when you start? However, your Mom doesn’t like it, so cut it out.”

“I preferred when you two lived apart.”

“Well, get used to how things are now, because it’s how they’re staying.”

“Not if you keeo going on like this,” he mutters, picking up his book.

“Stop being a little shit and get ready for dinner. I’m taking everyone out.”

“Where?”

“Wherever your Mom wants. Get up and get dressed.”

Yeah, I owe him an apology, but he’s not getting one while he’s being a little shit.

It also doesn’t help that he’s right.

Trying to think of the romantic way to tell you that I’m taking you both out, I make my way downstairs and into the kitchen to see you sitting outside at the patio dinner table, smoking a cigarette and drinking wine.

How did I fuck this up? We were doing good and then, as usual, I got in the way. I’m the one starting the arguments, I’m burying myself in an attempt to keep the bit of sanity that I have, I’m not there for Travis like I used to be...

I keep fucking it up.

You’re right: this isn’t college and we can’t go on raising Travis like this. I have to start giving and stop taking. I’m not afraid of much, but I am terrified of losing you again, and I can tell that you’re on your last leg. I’m unforgiving and an entitled asshole, and you knew that when you fell in love with me, but the charm was that I never treated you like everyone else.

Well, never to this extent.

Now, I keep taking too much and don’t even think of giving anything back, and I can’t be mad that you’re ready to call off the wedding. Hell, I haven’t even seen you look at a bridal magazine in months.

If this is gonna get better at all, it’s gonna have to start with me.

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[livingddeadgirlrl]

smut of sam monroe from life as a house. i don’t like the movie cuz it’s corny BUT he’s so sexy and emo so. and hayden christensen. carrying on. aged up and 18+ characters!

it was everything you absolutely dreaded. moving to some random house, having to meet new neighbors, live next to them for the rest of your miserable lives. it was about three weeks that you had been living there with your mom now, and it was still lifeless. you had seen the people living in the house to your right-a couple in their early forties with some kids-nothing special. but the house to the left was always a source of entertainment. the two little blonde boys, and the snob for a dad, the blaring music (marilyn manson and limp bizkit) pouring out of the window directly across from your own…

you never cared to close those ugly drapes, simply leaving the sheer lace curtain you had pinned up to try to fix the ugliness to slightly obscure the view. obviously, the lace did absolutely nothing to hide what went on in your room. smoking weed in your underwear, filming yourself on your laptop for your twitter-you name it. you always felt a pair of lingering eyes from across the way. sometimes you would accidentally drop something on the ground while in your cute panties, bending down slowly to pick them up, emphasizing your pretty hips and back dimples. his eyes were always watching when you did this- his dark blue eyes under that black eye makeup. you hadn’t really talked to him before, but you saw him around school sometimes. You’d glance and offer a small smile during lunch when you saw him, usually smoking a cigarette, but never really exchanged any words.

one day, just before last period, you ran into him heading to the parking lot, intentions set on skipping class. guess you weren’t the only one who wanted to leave. you were walking to your car, keys in your hand, a cigarette hanging between your lips. as you leaned in to reach for the handle, you caught a glimpse of someone. you looked up, and oh god- fuck im in trouble. it was him. your neighbor. the same one you borderline flash every time you take a shower. he offered a halfhearted chuckle and a small smirk. you stood there awkwardly, pulling the cigarette from your mouth as you stood back up. “hey… neighbor.. right..?” you said with a soft and awkward chuckle. “got a spare?” he pointed to your cigarette, walking closer to your car. you reached into your front pocket of your pants, pulling out your pack and handing it to him. he grabbed the pack, leaning on the side of your car, carefully picking out a cigarette and placing it in his mouth. “got a light?” he asked. “oh-mhm.” you reached in between your tits, pulling out a zippo lighter. he chuckled softly as you lit it for him, slightly admiring the sight. “thanks,” he said as he offered a gentle nod, resulting in a soft nod from yourself in return. “hey- mind if i ask for a favor?” he asked in a lower tone, leaning in towards you more as he took a drag from the cigarette. “sure..” you replied slightly hesitantly. “can i use your shower? at home? my dad doesn’t have functioning plumbing at his place,” he clicked his tongue softly. “oh- are you staying with your dad?” you asked, thinking maybe you shouldn’t have asked that-maybe it was a sensitive topic. but he responded anyway, no hesitation. “yeah, for the summer. dude’s forcing me to stay while he builds some stupid fuckin house.. that’s why you probably haven’t been seein me from your window..” he added in a low tone, leaning even closer towards you. “aahh.. i see.. well yeah, you can use my bathroom. that's fine. wouldn’t wanna have you going without showering…” you chuckled softly. fuck, why am i trying to make jokes. he probably thinks im fucking stupid. you thought to yourself. he was so your type. the black hair with the blue streak, his plethora of ear piercings, his labret piercing, his style. he was so hot, and you were making stupid jokes. “alright, thanks.. can i come by later today?” he asked softly as he looked down at your lips, then looking back up into your eyes. “yeah that’s fine.. just knock on the door and i’ll let you in,” you replied.

later that day, you found yourself in that very shower, the mirror steaming and the hot air wafting from the crack in the door. sam had showed up to take a shower, without any warning before coming. he knocked on the front door, just like you had instructed, yet you weren’t there to open it. instead, it was your mom. she opened the door, not expecting any visitors. “oh, hey.. is y/n here..?” he asked. your mom instructed that you were busy at the moment, but he could wait upstairs for you. she let him in, and he journeyed upstairs to wait in your room. as he walked down the hallway to get to your room, he heard the shower water running. he wrapped his fingers around the door handle, twisted it gently, and to his surprise, the door was unlocked. he pushed the door open and closed it behind him. he leaned his back against the door and took in the full sight of you. your shower was textured glass, hiding absolutely nothing. the blood immediately rushed to his cock, his tripp nyc pants tightening around it. he brushed his fingertips against it, giving him a tiny bit of relief. he had been so pent up, not being able to jack off at his dad’s place due to the lack of privacy and NO WALLS FOR THE BATHROOM!! he was practically edging himself that entire time. he needed relief, and stat. he walked up to the door of the shower, knocking on it. you jumped slightly, letting out a small ‘eep’ like sound. you cracked the door open slightly, barely covering your tits with one arm and holding the door open with the other. “i did not know you were coming,” you expressed with a slight rosy hue creeping up to your cheeks, your hair stuck to your shoulders and dripping down to your tits. “well, i was gonna call.. but i realize i don’t have your number… so i thought i’d just.. stop by…” he whispered in a husky tone, leaning his face closer to you. “well.. I’m not done yet but.. you can join me if you want…” you replied softly, leaning your face closer to his while looking up at him.

his hands immediately shot to his waistband, unbuckling his studded belt, fingertips quickly unzipping his pants. he slid them down quickly, the metal jingling from the chains on the pants. he quickly slid off his boxers, stepping out of them and ohhhhh my god. hes hung as fuck. you gulped softly at the sight. he was already hard as fuck, his tip throbbing and pink. he quickly pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side along with the rest of his clothes. you cracked the door open more for him, letting him step inside. the hot water hit his shoulders, wetting his hair and dripping into his face. you pumped shampoo into your hand, slapping it onto his hair and massaging it in with both hands. as you raised your hands up to wash his hair, your full body was exposed for him to see- your big tits that were glistening from the water, your small waist that was stretching out even more as you lifted upwards-your pretty hip bones pronounced, your pretty thighs. he scanned it all as you did this, and oh so slowly. you tried to keep your eyes on his hair, desperately trying to not look at his massive cock about to poke you in the stomach. you leaned forward more to wash the back of his head, accidentally pressing your abdomen into the head of his dick. you let out a soft gasp, looking up into his eyes while laughing softly. “you’ve been driving me crazy…you know that?” he whispered softly. “what do you mean…” you asked. “all the times you’ve gotten naked in front of your window while i was there… i know you saw me,” he continued. you let out a soft hum in return, tracing your fingertips on his thigh gently. his leg and cock twitched softly at this, biting his lip softly as his eyes met yours. “seems like you need a little help here, huh..?” you asked, looking down at his throbbing cock. “haven’t been able to blow a load at all at my dad’s… no privacy,” he whispered closely, his lips grazing your own. “want me to help with that…?” you looked up at his eyes, then down to his lips. he nodded softly, immediately crashing his lips into yours. he kissed you hungrily and desperately-like he wanted to devour you. he was a starving man. he slipped his tongue into your mouth with fervor, his hands resting on your hips and tracing over them with his fingertips. as he continued kissing you, he let out a soft moan. he picked up the pace, kissing you more intensely, when he pulled away, gasping and letting out a whiny moan. he had just shot a load of cum onto your thigh–just from kissing. boy was he pent up. this poor sexy emo man needed you so badly, he was practically in heat. after shooting his initial load of cum, he still had it in him! he needed more, and desperately. he kissed you again, his fingers gently tracing over your throbbing clit, swiping two fingers between your slick folds. you whimpered softly into the kiss, rocking your hips slightly, wanting more. he pumped his thick and long cock (roughly 9 inches.. yeah.) with his right hand, pulling away from the kiss softly. “is this okay..” he asked in a breathy whisper, his lips hovering over yours once again. “mhm-please,” you whined out softly. he lowered his head to kiss your jawline, biting on the flesh of your neck softly as he lined the head of his cock to your slit. he tapped it a few times and then pushed. he pulled away from your neck to watch the sight – your pretty pink pussy sucking his cock in so tightly, inch by inch. you leaned up against the shower wall, pulling him closer to you by the back of his neck with one hand. you also watched the sight – his painfully big dick pressing into you, creating a soft bulge in your lower abdomen. you whined softly, holding onto his neck. “m’so big-” you mumbled, your lips parting gently. he whimpered in response. “fuckyoure so tight” he whispered breathily into your ear in a whiny tone. he held your hip in one hand, his other hand toying with your clit. his lips found his way back to your neck, littering soft kisses and bites all over. he pushed his cock in deeper, causing you to whimper out again.

#sam monroe #smut #hayden christensen

[shipskicksandgiggles]

dialogue prompts

hi! I’m Ellis, I’m a college student that that apparently keeps landing myself in bizarre situations and I cope by making prompt lists out of them. they’re usually hilarious and great for short fics, so feel free to send me a number with a character/ship/dynamic, or even just a fandom that you think fits

“Is this about the fax machine? Because if it is, my vote is we put a bullet in it.”

“I don’t need to hear about any of your sex lives. I’m talking to you specifically.”

“Why are you all in the hallway? Is that a dog?”

“Do they remind you of someone?” “Yeah, me when I was that age, I was hoping you wouldn’t mention it.”

“I’m going to steal someone’s kneecaps.”

“Someone just barked at me in the grocery store parking lot.” “Go see who it is.” “You asshole.”

“Why are you standing like that?” “They’re autistic, leave them alone.”

“It’s been like three months. Why are you a different person?” “Catastrophic change and trauma, babe, don’t worry about it.”

“Every day my interests become more and more like a middle aged father’s.”

“Do you want to come build a chair?” “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Why do you talk so much about cannibalism in this class?” “Your guess is as good as mine.”

“Everyone gets excited about boobs!” “I honestly don’t think that’s true.”

“Do you need the heat pack more?” “I wasn’t going to bring it up, but you limped home, I think you need it more.”

“Some guy just mistook me for a cis man, this is the best thing that’s happened to me all week.”

“You went to Catholic school? I would have thought you’d gone to public school and then taken a hard left into satanism.”

“Did you have a Voltron phase?” “No, why?”

“You know how I would literally rather die than ask for help?”

“Do you have time for me to have a gender crisis on you or are you too busy?” “Oh, no, this is happening.”

“Dude, they took your door.” “Your door privileges have been revoked.” “What the fuck?”

“Oh my god, quit it with the mother henning.” “If we lose the kid I’m blaming you.”

“Do you have a reason or are you being a nasty cynic?”

“So he’s better than you.” “I’m okay with that.”

“Did you just call me to tell me the person who won Jeopardy! has my chronic illness?”

“I regret asking.” “Why would you ask an autistic person about their hyperfixation when you don’t want an in depth answer?”

“Insane question, but can I put you in hell?”

“If one more person gives you public recognition for a thing I think you’re going to set yourself on fire.”

“Holy shit, you’re like a vampire.” “In all seriousness, you should see someone about that, that’s not normal.”

“Did I just sleep for 16 hours?” “Roughly, yeah. How are you feeling?” “About how you’d expect.”

“Where are you? Oh you’re having floor time.”

“Your taste in men is seriously questionable. If you only want his dick I’m sure we can figure out something else.”

“You need to crash your car right now.”

“Don’t make me pull rank at 6 in the morning again, I’ll die.”

“Are you crocheting right now? God this is such a weird group of people.”

“I got called an anarchist again.” “By the same person as last time?” “Nope.”

“Are we going to talk about what happened back there?” “No, why, what happened?”

“My mom has apparently kissed more women than I have.”

“You goddamn whore!” “What happened?” “She lied to me!”

“Of all of us, I think you’re the most likely to be a vigilante. Like a journalist by day, crime fighting hero by night.” “Like Spider-Man?” “Exactly like Spider-Man!”

“What’s going on?” “There might be a squirrel in the building, let me get back to you.”

“Don’t flirt with me while I’m holding a knife.”

“So imagine you’re a bisexual woman and you want to go to a strip club.”

“You scare people.” “I’m literally the nicest person alive.” “I watched you yell at someone last week.” “And?”

“The group chat is rioting.” “Oh my god.”

“We’re stealing your dog. She’s ours now.”

“I’m going to use my powers of being everyone’s favorite to get out of this.”

“I don’t associate myself with my birth name because no one called me by that name growing up.” “Have you perhaps heard of therapy?”

“My professor thinks I need an emotional support bird.” “No, I know you need an emotional support bird.”

“Okay, so they’ve got some trauma they need to work through. What’s driving the rest of you?”

“I ended up with the straight up rainbow one. Maybe straight is the wrong word. Anywhom-”

“You met this man a week ago, what do you mean you’re in love with him?”

#ellis writes #writing prompts #prompt list #dialogue prompt #send prompts #fyi I am willing to write for just about any fandom I’ve ever been in #I love good omens and doctor who in particular #but I will also write for Star Wars stranger things or others #I’d be willing to give TMA fics a shot

[triplexdoublex]

Cockblock

Pairing: Colson X Reader

Warnings/tags: public sex, getting caught, mentions of anal , Colson’s making inappropriate sexual remarks to the female principal

A/N: This is a highschool AU both of you are 18. This based off a dream and my own past wild days, except I never got caught 🙈

“Jesus!” Your best friend Shawnie gasped, caught off guard when she opened the girls restroom door only to find you and Colson going at it like rabbits on the bathroom counter. Colson was leaned against the edge,practically sitting on it due to his height, your backside pressed into his lap with the rear of your skirt flipped up. “Do you two ever stop?” Shawnie asked, checking her makeup in the mirror, completely unphased after the initial shock of walking in on the two of you having sex. “Couldn’t even bother to use the stall?”

“Nope” Colson briefly paused sucking on the side of your neck to answer her bluntly, continuing to pull your hips back against him. “Needed her now.”

“I swear it’s almost like you two want to be caught, AGAIN!”

It was well known around school that you and Colson fucked and fooled around every chance you got. Your classmates have all seen your not-so-discreet hand movements under the desk when you and Colson would pair up for projects, they’ve watched as his hand disappeared down the front of your leggings on the back of the bus, they’ve heard your hushed pleasure filled cries of “‘Colson!” coming from the janitors closet. And who could forget the time the school blabbermouth caught you two having anal sex under the bleachers at the football game, — you still haven’t lived that one down. The story spread like wildfire throughout the building, even making it back to Mrs. Jackie, the school principal. Of course she had no actual proof, besides the rumors she heard swirling about, so she couldn’t take any real disciplinary action, besides a stern warning and a speaking to. But just a few weeks later she caught you both with your pants down— literally — in the courtyard at lunch, resulting in a three day in school suspension and a call home.

“Honestly, we really don’t give a fuck if we do get caught. Ain’t that right, baby?” He licked a stripe up your neck and slid one of his hands under the front of your skirt to play with your clit as you both got closer.

“You guys are insane!” Shawnie exclaimed as she finished the final touch ups of her make up. “Didn’t they call home last time? Your parents must have flipped!”

“I’m a latch key kid, with an alcoholic father. You think he gave a fuck.” Colson answered back.

“I know your moms super strick, Y/N. She couldn’t have been too happy with you.” Shawnie prompted.

“Turns out I can do a pretty convincing impression of my mom's voice,” You covered up a moan with a laugh. “ Thank god for Caller ID, and thank god Mrs. Jackie waited until after school to call home.”

Shawnie was starting to say something else when Colson interrupted her —“ Aye, listen either you you shut up and join, or fuck off and let us finish!?”

“Point taken.” Shawnie said, tossing her makeup into her purse with an eye roll and heading towards the door when suddenly it flew open. “Mrs. Jackie!” Shawnie gasped aloud trying to give you and Colson some kind of warning but it was too late.

“Baker!, Y/N!” Mrs. Jackie scolded. “As soon as I found out you were both missing from your third period classes , I knew you were up to no good!”

“No, it’s GOOD,trust me!” Colson retorted with a smirk, not giving a single fuck as he pulled your hips back against him again.

Realizing she wasn’t going to get anywhere with Colson, Mrs. Jackie turned her attention to you. “Y/N, step away from Mr. Baker … My office now! Both of you are getting a two week suspension!”

“Damn, can’t you at least let us finish first!” Colson pushed his luck.

“NOW!” Mrs. Jackie reiterated!

You begrudgingly stepped forward,letting Colson slip out of you, and smoothed your skirt down over your backside. Colson was less descreit, talking his sweet time and making sure Mrs. Jackie got a good look before putting away his massive dick.

“Jesus Christ!” She exclaimed before turning around and heading out the bathroom with both of you in tow.

“What’s a matter , Mrs. Jackie? Bigger than your husbands, ain’t it ?” Colson taunted inappropriately.

“One more word Mr. Baker, and it’s gonna be an expulsion for you!”

“Cockblock.”

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Teachers Universe | Prologue

PAIRING | Teacher!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.3K

SUMMARY | You just got out of your marriage to your ex-husband and now you're moving to the other side of the country with your son. Bucky finds out about the fact that he will have a new student in his class, and is excited to completely renovate his classroom.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Mentions of a messy divorce, swearing.

A/N | This one shot is part of my Teachers Universe AU, but can be read as part of the story, or a standalone one shot! 🖤

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''I hope you rot in hell, you sick son a bitch!'' is the last thing you say before walking out the door, your divorce is officially finalized now, you're free. And it feels really good, a huge weight has been lifted off your chest and you can finally breathe again. You open the doors of the building and quickly walk away, in the hopes Steve won't follow you. Not that he'd want to, he was practically eye fucking your lawyer during this whole meeting. It wouldn't surprise you if he's got her bent over her desk right now, doing God knows what. You're glad you decided to move to the other side of the country, so you don't have to look at him again. Ever.

You get into your car, and that is where you break. All the tears you've kept in all this time, finally coming out in huge, long sobs, and you know you're not exactly looking pretty right now, but you don't care. Not even a single bit. All of the emotions are coming out and it just feels damn good. After a little while the sobs get softer, and turn into little sniffles, before you stop crying entirely. ''Oh my god, I look like shit…'' you say to yourself when you push down the mirror in your car, seeing your mascara all down your face, your entire make-up ruined now. It's a good thing you always have wipes in your car.

You take off all the make-up you were wearing and decide to go and get yourself an iced coffee before picking Luca up from school. Today is his last day in Sacramento, and tomorrow will be the first day on the road trip with you to New York. All the stuff you need has been packed, you just need to pack it into your car and drive off. Most of the stuff will stay behind, only packing enough clothes for both you and Luca to last yourselves a few weeks, and some sentimental items like photo albums and stuff like that. Everything else is for Steve to figure out what to do with. He can set fire to it for all you care. When you get to the drive-thru of Starbucks, you order your usual iced caramel macchiato and slowly make your way to Luca's school.

When you arrive, you get out of the car and walk towards the playground, to wait in the same spot where you wait every single day. You don't live far from school, but you enjoy the habit of talking to him about his day at school on the way home. ''Hi Mom!'' he says when he runs into your arms, ''Hey bubs, how was your day? Did you get to say goodbye to everyone?'' you ask and he nodded furiously that he did. ''I even got a goodbye present from everyone!'' he says and he wants to pull it out of his bag. ''Let's look at it when we're home okay? We need to get some stuff, and then we'll finally be going to New York,'' you tell him, and he's excited. Steve already said his goodbyes to Luca, but he wasn't happy with it.

Since you got full custody of him - Steve was deemed an unfit parent, he works too much and even though he can financially provide for him, the court has appointed you to be his legal guardian. This was a huge win for you, meaning you didn't have to see Steve anymore. On the drive home, you and Luca talk all about his day, the goodbyes to the class, and his teacher, Ms. Jones. They had a fun day, seeing that it was the last day of the school year, and he was officially on summer break, which was perfect for the road trip you had planned. You had planned to drive to New York and even though you could probably get there in about 3 or 4 days, you planned a week and a half to get there, so the both of you could do some sightseeing and stuff like that on the way.

When you arrive home, both you and Luca are getting all your stuff in the car, and you can see it does more to him than he is showing. ''Are you okay, bubs?'' you ask Luca, and he starts crying, he finds it hard to leave his dad behind. ''I'm gonna miss Dad so much, but I do like that you won't have to fight with him anymore,'' he says through soft sobs, and you grab him in your arms, his cheek flush to your belly when you hug him and softly sway back and forth to calm him down. ''I know it's hard and I know you will miss him, but it is better this way, for all three of us. But you can make new friends when we're in New York, and we will start our new life together,'' you tell him. He calms down when you offer to get him ice cream after dinner today. ''We will start driving to New York now, but for dinner, you can pick where we eat and have ice cream for dessert!'' you tell him, grabbing his face in your hands. ''Okay, Mom! I love you so much!'' he says and you kiss him on his forehead. ''I love you more, bubs,'' is all you say before getting in the car, and leaving your former life behind.

~ Meanwhile in New York ~

''Bucky, can we talk for a minute?'' Natasha asks when all the kids have gone home, their summer vacation has officially started now. ''Of course, something wrong?'' he said and turned his office chair around, facing her. He was finishing cleaning up his desk and seeing what stuff he would need for next year, and what he could throw away at this point. ''I just got informed that you will have an extra student in your class, Luca Y/L/N. He is transferring here from Sacramento since he is moving here during summer vacation. I don't know much about him, all I know is that because of this, he will start one week later,'' she says, and Bucky nods slowly. ''Okay, so I will have 28 students next year?'' he asks, and she confirms it. ''Thanks for letting me know, Nat,'' he says before she walks back to her office.

''Well, let's get this classroom ready for some new students in a few months!'' he said to himself, he is planning to entirely switch his classroom around, from the placement of his desk and the tables, all the way to the decor on the walls and everything in between. It has looked the same for a few years now, but he wanted to change it up this year. Something he has always liked is space, so everything will be space-themed next year. Right now, all he has to do is take the old decorations off and throw them away. ''Time for a fresh start,'' he huffs to himself when he takes the last corkboard off the wall, looking around the bare walls of his classroom. ''Can't wait to see what the next school year will bring,'' and with that, he turned off the lights in the room, ready to be decorated in a week or 2, after he enjoyed a well-deserved vacation to Mexico with Sam.

''So, you seeing anyone at the moment, Barnes?'' Sam asks when the both of them sit in a lounge chair by the pool, just relaxing for a bit. ''You know damn well I'm not interested in dating someone, Sam. I'm not ready, my ex messed me up and I'm done dating anyone for a long time,'' he says with a scowl on his face. ''Yeah yeah I know, I was just kidding!'' he says when he sees Bucky's face. Deep down, Sam hopes he will see his best friend happy with another woman, and start the family he always wanted. ''Who knows, maybe someone will walk into your life soon, and you will completely change your mind,'' he tried again, but the glare Bucky sent him was enough for him to drop the conversation with his hands in the air, ''I'm sorry!'' he chuckled lightly before talking about something else.

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