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queer-overwatch · 2 months

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Hi!! Could I request maybe a Venture x Reader (Any pronouns will do) on like a museum date? I want Venture to yap.Please and Thank you. ( Also bless the both of you I needed more Venture content I was tweaking without them)

Venture at a Museum!

Aaa ty sm for the request!!! I love that idea so much- they are such a yapper I love them <3 also your welcome hehe, had to take thing into our own hands >:3 (also bc u didn't request a specific format (like hcs or oneshot) i just did a short lil oneshot, hope thats okay!) -Frisk

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"Look, look- they have a whole section on rocks! Kinda basic selection but it's still rocks!"

You never thought you'd be able to learn so much about rocks in one day, but it seemed like Venture had made it their personal mission to force as much information into your brain as possible. You didn't mind, really! It was always nice listening to them rant about all the cool stuff they found while walking around the museum you'd planned to bring them to, but it was a lot to take in at once.

"Augh, I love sedimentary rocks- they're my favorite! 'cuz sometimes they have like, little fossils in them and I'm like, "Woah! A cool thing in another cool thing!" and it's awesome! One time I found a trilobite fossil in a rock, it was so cool! I wonder if they have any here- that'd be so amazing! I wonder what they taste like-"

After spilling every single fact they could think of about the rocks on display, Venture drags you to a section of the museum dedicated to Egyptian history, though they mostly just seemed interested in the architecture of the pyramids. You really did try to listen, but you mostly just caught the gist of their long, long, long explanations- something about a Mastaba being like a sort of prototype to pyramids? You were just happy to see them so excited, even if you didn't quite understand what they were so hyped about.

"Oh, if only that British lady could go back to ancient Egypt and get the architects of their time to answer my questions! I'd give anything to be able to do that!" Sensing the slight disappointment creeping up on them, you decide to try and bring Venture elsewhere, not wanting them to spend any energy on being upset by what they can't do.

"Why don't we go look at the dinosaur fossils? I'm sure there's some mistakes in the descriptions that you can correct!" You take their hand, gently pulling them away from the long essay-like description of images of the pyramids that they were reading. Incising them with promises of being able to show off their intensive knowledge of dinosaur fossils, or fossils in general.

Venture perked up almost immediately, following behind you as they ready themselves to go on and on about their favorite dinosaur ever, the Deinocheirus! You tried to ask why it was their favorite ones, and all they said was something about it being "them fr fr" and having rocks in its stomach. You weren't too keen on questioning that one.

They take a large step so they're walking next to you, swinging your arms as you walk, "It's always been one of my biggest goals to find a dinosaur fossil! I really hope I do one day, if I did I could die happy!"

"Please don't die- I would be so sad if you died." You squeeze their hand, voice light as you joke with them.

"Aw but I wanna! I wanna be a fossil for future people like me to discover! When I do die I wanna be buried with a bunch of cool stuff! Maybe mess around with my bones a little, just to throw 'em off!" As you finally reach the fossil exhibits, they abandon you to run off and check over every. single. fossil. which while endearing, gave you a lot of running to do in an attempt to catch up.

"Finally! For once a museum that gets everything right! Well, everything as far as we know-" They stand next to one of the larger fossils, not anything you recognized as you take your place next to them, catching your breath.

"Wow, how impressive-" you wheeze, standing up straight and stretching out your legs as you link arms with Venture, trying to stop them from running off on you again.

They laugh, grabbing you by the shoulder and dragging you in the tightest hug you've ever received.

"Thank you, so, so, so much for planning this. And for listening to me talk about rocks so much, and for caring about me- and a million other things! I can't even remember everything you've done for me, but I know its a lot!" They let you go, still holding you by the shoulders, the biggest smile you've ever seen on a person splayed across their face.

"Of course-! I love spending time with you, you're well aware of that, silly." You laugh, grabbing their wrists and taking their hands off your shoulders, holding their hands as you admire the glow of excitement on their face.

"Welllll since you clearly don't mind, can we go to this other museum I found online next week?! I heard they have an area where you get to watch an hour long video on the story of Julius Caesar!"

#venture #overwatch venture #venture x reader #venture overwatch #overwatch x reader #sloane cameron #if i made any mistakes anywhere please tell me-#im a lil stupid #Xornk

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jackfrombaskinrobbins · 1 year

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road trip as a teenage avenger headcanons!

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 1k

request: yes / no

dynamic: avengers x teen!reader (teenage avenger series)

characters: lots ofc but i'd say big emphasis on reader (duh), harley keener, peter parker, miles morales, scott lang, clint barton, bucky barnes, sam wilson, tony stark, happy hogan, natasha romanoff, and bruce banner. more are prob in it but i don't wanna type it all out lol

a/n: y'all i think my pictures are getting more chaotic & tbh i think it's a good thing anyways requests are still open, send in an ask whenever :)

taglist: @nutellani @thecloudedmind

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it was an annual tradition for the avengers to go on a road trip.

steve always said it was "team bonding". it was honestly kind of fun.

better than the other "team bonding" you did, which mainly consisted of running long distances!!

anyways, they usually would do it soon after you, harley, peter, and miles finished school (also yes im including miles now bc i love him)

tony would come over the intercom while you all were lounging around and tell you to pack your bags.

packing is always a big issue.

let's just say that SOME people are big overpackers...

COUGH scott COUGH

no offense to him but like ppl have had to sit in the trunk before because of him

and he overpacks with stuff that rly doesn’t make sense

like once y’all went to colorado

and he packed snorkeling equipment

and so you were like “scott. seriously?”

and he looked at you with such a serious face

“y/n. what if all the snow melts? then we would be underwater!! i have an extra snorkeling mask too. i was gonna give it to you, but now idk….”

HAHA

bruce overpacks too

but he overpacks in a good way

guys bruce is like the mom on vacation

well him and tony both

you’d think steve would be but he is NOT

like the man doesn’t even wear sunscreen

and then here comes bruce with a tote bag full of snacks

which tony eats half of by the way

smh

the best part of having thor on a trip is that he will ALWAYS pick you up if you’re too tired

like once he had you and peter under both his arms like footballs bc u got tired

and clint was sad bc he was tired too

he tried to get scott to pick him up but scott wasn’t ready and they both fell and they like hit their heads

that was an interesting day

ok so setting the scene again

you, peter, harley, miles, natasha and bruce were in the middle of a very competitive round of uno

like y’all

competitive doesn’t even begin to cover it

anyways you were about to get uno

you put down your card and suddenly

“HEY EVERYBODY” “SHHH you’re being too loud” “ohh sorry HEY EVERYBODY”

you started laughing at the quite obvious blunders of thor and clint in the intercom room

“thor, buddy? you don’t need to be kissing the mic when you speak, alright?”

tony, from another room, always quick with the jabs.

“AH! MY BAD STARK. HAHA! THIS MUST BE BETTER”

natasha just shook her head but you and peter, harley and miles were DYING

“ANYWAYS IT IS ROAD TRIP TIME. EVERYONE PACK UP AND BE IN THE FAMILY ROOM IN TEN MINUTES… what? MY MISTAKE. ONE HOUR. THAT’S RIGHT ONE HOUR.”

with that done, you all got up, groaning.

“uno.” natasha smirked at you, noticing that you only had one card.

“darn it!!!” you said. “well, doesn’t matter now. we have to go anyways.”

“we can always resume it later, y/n :) “

“fine, nat. but i’m going to win this time!! right bruce??”

“well, kid, you know i’m usually on your side, but…”

“aw, come on!!”

ok fast forward.

you were in the family room

aw guys isn’t that cute that they call it a family room

bc ur a family

awwwwww

ok anyway

and here comes scott with his fifty bags

“relax sharpay, we’re not gonna be gone for THAT long”

guys i wanted a cool tony nickname and tbh i just remember vaguely that sharpay had like suitcases on the cover of her movie i never even watched it so i could be wrong but that was my intention

“tony, these are my essentials.”

“scott, why don’t you just shrink that down? like seriously, man.” miles remarked, and you couldn’t help but agree.

“hey, y’know what? that’s a great idea miles!!”

and so he ended up shrinking his luggage

but then he couldn’t find it

oh scott

sigh

anyways tony and happy did a lot of car assignment work

to make sure everyone would get there safely

and your car

was

drum roll please

ok also this was only for the trip there

the trip back would be different

ok the car was

tony, happy, clint and peter

tbh this was not a bad car at all

poor miles and harley were stuck with scott, bucky, sam and steve

natasha and wanda and pietro and thor were the other one

although here’s the issue

guys

tony is a bad driver

but happy didn’t feel like driving

and u were just starting to drive so clint was like “NO WAY do i trust y/n in a car!!!”

that goofy clown fr

so tony was driving

oh and btw y’all were going to the compound

tony told you and you were like

“dude, that’s not a road trip”

and he was like “we’re in the car for more than an hour. it’s a road trip, kid.”

and miles and harley kept texting like theorizing about where u were going

harley said europe

and you were like

harley

anyways ya

so tony is like swerving and speeding everywhere

ok maybe thats dramatic

but happy was holding the little bar

and he was like yelling at tony to slow down

meanwhile clint is just singing along to the music thats BLASTING

and u and peter are ready to accept ur deaths

like u literally texted sam a video of what was happening and he almost called happy to tell him to pull over 😭

sam’s got ur back thats for sure!!

anyways tony pulled into a drive thru

bc he needed coffee

guys hes tony stark he needs stuff like that

and he got u and peter and clint happy meals :D

and clint was so excited like 💀

love him

happy made sure u and peter had ur seatbelts on

he said it was bc he didn’t want to have to explain to midtown why yall didnt come back for the next year 😭

that and “too much paperwork”

smh

anyways tony finally got it together

u and peter decided that he just needed an acoustic song on the radio bc as soon as something more relaxing came on he was a lot better lol

the rest of the drive was pretty alright

i'm gonna do another headcanon set about the avengers actually on vacation but yeah there ya go :)

thats how the road trips work yahoo

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stuffeddeer · 10 months

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small insinuation of self harm

Dazai realizing he loves his s/o, telling them, and then wanting to tell the world ! He's very dramatic, so he repeats it religiously at the agency - a mantra that follows him everywhere :))

Until afterwards when he's alone in his apartment, heart beating out of his chest and feeling especially anxious. What's wrong with him? He didn't do anything differently today than he normally does...

He thinks hard as to what might be causing this, when the door opens and you step in. Oh, he's anxious about you.

But why? He loves you! He's quick to say it as you close and lock his door, and the feeling suddenly returns.

Oh.

He feels a sudden urge to break up with you, loosen contact, drive you away - Does he love you? He didn't want to tell anyone else (he did, he regrets it now). What happens if he falls out of love? Why did he do that? His chest just keeps squeezing, keeps constricting — feeling almost as though he was drowning in his thoughts. A moment of reprieve is granted only by the gentle placement of your hand over his heart.

"Are you alright?"

A few deep breaths and Dazai's heart rate is back in his control. Yes, he loves you, he thinks. But saying it is too scary.

Dazai just looks at you, a war tearing between his brain and his heart, unable to decide how to feel. His brain wants him to vanish: pack up and leave you forever so he doesn't have to deal with this vulnerability. His heart, however, wants to pull you closer. Never leave you, never let you out of his sight, always keep you within six feet of him to protect and love— and like you.

You pull his head onto your chest, cradling it in one hand as the other cards through his hair. "You can tell me anything, you know."

Dazai knows. But telling you he's not actually sure he loves you after his huge breakthrough what was merely the night before feels cruel.

It took a lot for him to open up and admit that, and he's not sure he can open up and admit that he regrets it. He should leave you - you deserve someone better, someone who can shout from the rooftops that you're theirs. But selfishly, he wants to hold you close and let you sooth him.

Seeing him still so torn, not moving as you hold him, causes a frown to come onto your face. All you want is for him to be happy and healthy and loved, and you'd thought you had a 66.67% success rate (you're working on the health thing). Like Dazai had moments prior, you wrack your brain for a change, and quickly land the same place he did: his love for you.

You smile softly, maybe a little sadly, and pull him closer until he's sitting on your lap. "Osamu," you press a kiss to the crown of his head.

He says nothing, just staring blankly. This is the hardest he's ever had to work to keep his heart in check, to stop the frantic beating. Is it hot in here? Should he take off his coat? Why can't he tell everyone he loves his partner? He does love them, he does.

How are you supposed to approach this? If you say you don't have to love me, he could go on the defensive. You just want him to relax. "I'd never force you to do something against your best interest."

Dazai meekly nods. Of course not. You always focus on him and his needs, emotionally and physically. You pack him lunches so he doesn't skip it at work and force him to eat dinners with you most nights. He just now notices the plastic takeout bag on the table - you must have brought that in when you first arrived. You want what's best for him, and he loves you for that! Doesn't he? Does he?

"I don't want you to force yourself into doing anything— saying anything you aren't ready for yet."

Dazai shuts his eyes tightly. Of course you figured it out. Feeling anxious, his heart beats desperately as he relinquishes control, not caring if you notice. Several soft apologies begin to fall from his lips quicker than you can stop them. The turmoil of this is eating him alive, and he hates it. Is running still an option? Does he even want to? The only thing keeping him from opening up new scars tonight is the feeling of your fingers in his hair. He's not sure if he'd leave even if you made him.

Fuck, but staying is so hard. His hands move up to tightly grip the fabric of your shirt, bunching it up between his fingers in hopes to ground himself.

You say nothing, allowing Dazai time to collect himself. Minutes pass, the food you brought likely cold now as Dazai just breathes in your embrace. A small growl from your stomach pulls him from his head finally, a small smile on his face as he looks up, seeing an embarrassed blush decorating your cheeks.

"Sorry, sorry!" Suddenly you're burying your head in Dazai's chest, seeking solace from your embarrassment. You trust him, love him enough to let him comfort you, just as he does you. A groan comes out of your mouth as your hands cover your face.

Dazai chuckles, pulling your head up before gently removing the hands covering your face. Your shoulders fall as Dazai's smile makes you relax. Whatever's bothering him won't go away over night, but you'll always be there to help.

"Come on, let's go eat," Dazai says, voice much calmer than it is when he's loudly boasting about his s/o at the agency. You don't mind. You like this version of Dazai all the same.

He loves you, he's sure of it. He just needs some time to properly accept it before yelling it from the rooftops - and you're more than happy to give him that time.

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hd1u · 9 months

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My Bowser x reader ideas:

Bowser seeking refuge in your kingdom after he escapes Princess Peach's imprisonment.

Princess Peach using you as Bowser bait cause she's sick of being kidnapped n shit (you're totally into it, tho).

Princess Peach x reader x Bowser? I've literally got nothing else cuz I've had Bowser brainrot for a few months now, but omg..... 🫣

This is probably the one I like the most, and the one I've put the most thought into (under cut):

While Bowser is still in Princess Peach's captivity, you wander around his kingdom just cause you think it's cool and like, who's gonna stop you anywayz?

Eventually Kamek and the rest of the Koopa Troop notice you, but they don't really care because they're too busy trying to figure out how to aid Bowser in his escape, along with running the kingdom without him (I'd imagine that mostly lies on Kamek).

You figure hey, you dig this place, and you're bored as hell. Why don't you just become the new ruler for a little while? And that's what you propose to them.

They decide to entertain you, knowing that a random little human isn't gonna be able to do much harm anyway. They don't expect it to go much farther than being an inside joke, but they're surprised when they find out that they actually... Like you? And you're kind of good at this? And it's kind of nice to not have a huge fire-breathing beast with anger issues over their shoulders all the time??? Kamek is also enjoying his much needed break, so it just ends up not being a joke anymore. You're just their ruler now, and they're chill with it.

Anyway, when Bowser inevitably gets out, drama ensues, and it's kind of like a weird custody battle. Reader and him start off on a really bad foot, and they consider each other enemies at first. The only thing that stops Bowser from murking you on the spot is Kamek (lucky, lucky you!), and it is very physical. We're talking movie Bowser here so, he doesn't really care about what's best for his kingdom or what they want fr.

Anyway, a lot of the Koopa Troop really, really like you, but they are also loyal to their king, and let's be real: some of the troop could probably go without Bowser, but that simply isn't allowed. So, you guys basically have to co-parent the troop, even though you hate each other. They even pick a favorite "parent," lol.

Obviously the relationship will escalate to more of a romantic one once you guys really get to talking and interacting or whateva... and yeah.

There's still a lot for me to figure out like, where does this reader even come from? What draws them to the Koopa Kingdom? Do the Koopa Troop aid Bowser in his escape, or do they get carried away with you being their ruler and he ends up having to escape himself?

Lots for me to think about, and lots of plot holes to fill... but I wanted to know what you guys think of this. Is it something you'd be interested in reading? Does anything already seem inaccurate our OOC?

Oh and btw, if you wanna use some of these ideas in your own works, I don't care!!! Go crazy with it! I'm not necessarily new to writing fanfiction, but I've never been particularly good at it so... if I never end up writing these ideas into real stories, I really don't want them to go to waste! I'm going to try my best, but y'know... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I think it'd be fun to see others takes on these prompts anyway.

I really love Bowser, and there is not enough x reader fanfiction to satisfy me. I just had to post something... I'm going crazy!!!!!!!!! Feral, even! Help me!! 😩

#bowser #bowser x reader #bowser x y/n #super mario bros movie #smb movie #smb #mario movie #bowser fanfiction #super mario x reader #king bowser #bowser x you #super mario movie x reader #tryin to find my ppl 😤#my writing

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writingforatwistedworld · 1 year

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For your event, I'd like to request L for Riddle, Jamil and Vil.

Hope the event goes well and thanks for the content!

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsession, manipulation, (more or less) imprisonment, being dependant on another, family problems, death, murder, blood, stalking

Riddle Rosehearts/Jamil Viper/Vil Schoenheit

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Tries to get close to you first

Riddle may be a dangerous fool in love but he is still smart enough so that he won't embarrass himself too much

So he tries to get in touch with you first

What do you like? What do you absolutely despise? But most importantly, what do you search for in a partner? Is it alright to keep you in one place without an exit? (He might have to ignore your preferences in that last one)

So when you suddenly feel a pair of eyes on you, no need to worry

That is just him. Always watching. Always. Al-oh you are going to the toilet. Time to let you have at least some privacy

Be there for you

Riddle knows that you are stressed out by many things

So when you come to him, your dear, absolutely reliable friend to ask him for advice and help he is there for you

Him always watching might also push you to him so... mhm

But there is no way he could be the one making you feel unsafe the last few days!

Once he sees that you could be interested he invites you fr some tea and cake

Riddle knows that relationships rely on beautiful experiences

So he tries to make a lot with you

All alone, in a garden... With no one but him and you

Once even someone blind could see that you like him more than just a friend he gifts you white roses painted red

Red roses aresomething deeply woven I into his life and a sign of love

So here he is, planting a few deep in the forest to make sure they are in perfect condition

White roses also mean young love and loyalty so it is perfect for him!

So here the roses are, painted red in a small vase in your room

But under all that paint there seems to be one that has wilted...

White is also the color of purity and innocence... could it be that even the flowers were aware that something was wrong?

But oh well, soon you are going to be his, just don't look at all the compared students

They just had the nerve to look at something they shouldn't have

Short conversations

As much as Jamil would love to and is capable of doing he couldn't just abandon his position

Also, I think that he could also be a bit old-fashioned in this subject since he has to uphold the “family status” and all of that

So he opts for the small times he can talk to you

He is so skilled at finding out how you tick in your head that his prodding isn't even uncomfortable

Just... don't get lulled too deep into his oh so kind exterior

Making others find out more about you

Once more, he can't just abandon his job

But he can use that little thing called magic to get to know you on an even deeper level

The people he uses aren't even aware that there could be something weird with his questions even if they are aware of his unique magic

You see, he watches with whom you eat, have class and much more, then makes them tell them everything they talked about with you

Also a great opportunity to make them stay away from you

So why are you eating alone? Didn't that second year come close-oh, he is suddenly avoiding you...

Being your only friend

This is rather short

But Jamil makes sure that you are alone so that even those ten minutes of conversations with him are like light at the end of a tunnel for you

What can I say? Isn't he charming?

Becoming “that aunt” in a less platonic and more romantic way

Before you go for my jugular, hear me out

I mean that person that is always fretting over you, giving you food and love (just way less platonic than the usual setting)

And little touch-starved you sucks it up like a sponge

I mean, I also would do that if I was isolated from care and interaction without knowing why

It's just so warm....

Isn't he charming?

Not long and he doubts you can even think about anyone else besides him

What a great couple you are! (Blink three times if you need help)

Polishing himself even more

I know, HOW??!

This shiny diamond is like “I need more” and pushes himself even harder

Is it unhealthy? Yes

But what do they say? “Everything is just in war and love.” (no it's not!)

Rook being Rook isn't helping either

I would recommend talking to him. That three-hour jogging is everything else but healthy, especially on an empty stomach

Slowly but surely making sure that you depend on him for everything

You are hungry? Take this healthy sandwich

Your on-and-only uniform has just gone bye-bye? Here is a fake “German” kimono (am I salty? Yes. Toboso, what were you thinking?)

No idea how to take care of your hair? Here take this.... you need to shower by yourself

But sooner or later you can't even do basic stuff by yourself

Have you seen the absolutely dashing state your skin is in? Wouldn't want to ruin that by eating the wring thing

So yeah, he is having a field day

Isolate you from everyone, even Rook

Vil knows how to talk to people so that they do what he wants

And you won't be any different, otherworldly being or not

Ok, he doesnt even know that he is that manipulative

But the thought of having to share you... no

He already has bodies to take care of, he needs to keep others away from you so that his composure won't falter yet again

If necessary a potion or two will also suffice

Being there for you

We could also call this, keeping you dependant on him

But he knows that he is getting closer to his goals

Maybe he has slipped a third potion in as well

No need to worry! He will always be here! Just for you! You don't need anyone else, right?

So when you two finally lean in he knows he has won

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n3ptoonz · 5 months

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'The After Party'

Pairing: Kung Lao/F!Dancer!Reader

Fandom: Mortal kombat 1 (2023)

Warnings/tags: SMUTTY!! Explicit!!! Reader is straight up a woman here, wears heels and skirts and bralettes, reader is a stripper, creampie, cunnilingus, cum on face, dry humping, Kung Lao is submissive and reader is dominant, half proofread, reader needed this fr, she her pronouns used and he calls reader gorgeous

Word count: 1.9k+

Explicit content below the cut

'You always come to the parties...To pluck the feathers off all the birds.'

The way you moved was mesmerizing to Kung Lao. You were the only dancer here that interested him, truly. Your moves were captivating; the technique and clear thought behind them was what he liked the most compared to the others.

'You always come to the parties...'

You noticed that he's been a regular for the last month since he discovered this place. And honestly, even though you've never really interacted other than monetarily, he's starting to become your favorite customer. The most you've said to each other was a "Thank you" and him always responding with "Anytime." You didn't even know his name--or most of your customers for that matter--but that didn't bother him.

He didn't have to be the highest paying to get your attention. Rather...he seemed to differ from other men that come and go. Appearance wise and his overall demeanor. From his stylish hats to the fact that he didn't walk into the building wearing a tux and thinking he was the man. He was simple and respectful.

'Ride, ride'

After your fourth set, you approached him again for the second round with your waist band that was already full of money and he stood up this time to add his share. He leaned closer to your ear so you could hear him better over the loud instrumental in the club.

"Will you be here for the after party?" he asked, backing up to see if you heard him. If you had a penny for every time you've been asked that question, you'd be shaking ass on a yacht in Italy.

"Sir, the dancers cannot have sex on the job." you promptly said, your facial expression being neutral as possible. He was taken aback by your statement, he just wanted to see you again, maybe even have a chat. He knew you were just reciting club rules, but damn! He thought.

"That's not- I meant it as I'd like a private dance if you'll be here. I'm also well aware of this rule. Do you think so lowly of me?" he joked, crossing his arms and smiling. With how dark the setting was in this building, his smile lit up this part of the room. Wow, he has dimples too!

He wore a denim vest over top of an armless sweatshirt that was showing off his muscles and he was surely making it work, put together with a simple pair of jeans. His playfulness did make you laugh though, and it made you want to explore his personality more. Many of the guys here bland as hell and only cared about getting off to women who would never give them a chance.

"Alright, alright, my apologies. I will be here, yes, but unfortunately the private dances are being postponed due to an incident from last week with another dancer. Instead we'll be serving while dancing."

Kung Lao frowned a bit at the news. He really was looking forward to just being with you even for a short moment. He immediately assumed the incident had to have something to do with you straight up telling him there was no sex allowed here. However...that's when an idea sparked in his head.

"Okay...could I see you after work then?"

You haven't been asked that question since you started working here, but it was always from slime balls that were the least bit of your interest. But like you thought...he was different.

'On your knees...'

He saw you actually considering it with the way your face contorted. "I see you're thinking about it." he said as he leaned down since the music was still bumping.

"Why yes...I am, sir." you gave him a teasing look. You were half in work mode and half being yourself; you truly wondered what it would be like to make his wish your command. Maybe even the other way around the way he was looking at you.

He shook his head and waved his hands at your formalities, "No need to call me sir if we're getting to know each other. My name is-"

"Kung Lao~" you sang his name, gripping onto his shoulders as you dry humped his thigh like your life depended on it. His hands hung by his sides and he just sat in one of the lounge chairs in your appointed dressing room. One of the main rules in any strip club was that you couldn't touch the dancers. So there he sat, under your control with his head thrown back in pure bliss.

The more you moved, the more you could feel his print peeking through his pants. He was panting like a dog and on the verge of passing out he felt so damn good. Honestly, he could cum from the friction alone, but he was secretly hoping he wouldn't like this. He'd rather on...or in you...

You pulled his head up to look at you. What you saw was what was once a smiley man with a bit of playful arrogance. A man that had the utmost respect for you and what you did for a living, turned into a boy-toy for your pleasure. What he saw was a beautiful woman looking at him like he was a piece of meat, and you were a lioness who captured her prey.

"You wanna fuck me, don't you? Be inside me?" you asked in a whisper, slowing your pace down which lead to him whining and squeezing his thighs together. The most he could do is nod and give a weak "Mhm..."

His hands began to tremble right as you pulled him free and quickly started riding him. It's been so long and he filled you so good, seeing the pride already leaving his body was turning you on even more. You both cursed and moaned in unison at the feeling of each other.

It was already the feeling of your walls wrapping around him like no other, but also your mini skirt that was hiked up past your ass. The second he looked down he was greeted by it bouncing along, only making him harder. Not to mention your breasts that threatened to fall out of the bralette you had on from your previous performance.

"You're drooling. Haven't had sex like this before, have you?" you asked, not slowing your pace in the slightest. You had a smug attitude just as bad as his, and he fucking loved that shit.

"Agh...can I please touch you? I...I might lose my mind." he muttered, unable to focus on anything else.

"You can touch me if you cum in the next minute, how about that?" you replied, making it sound like it was an impossible task. But you haven't really met Kung Lao. The man with a plan and will get the job done when needed.

He was a man who never backed down from a challenge. He's the type of guy to always pick dare and wants the absolute craziest thing someone can think of. Now pair that competitiveness with the hottest woman he has ever seen riding him and talking to him with a sweet sensual voice.

He came.

What was that? Had to be like 20 seconds after you said that and it's the last thing you expected. You didn't anticipate him shooting inside and so quickly. His eyes were shut tight and sweat beaded on his forehead; he was out of breath.

His blurry eyes could only look up at the ceiling, "Am I allowed to now?" he said, his arrogance returning behind his tone and smirk.

You laugh softly, slowly getting up from his lap and grabbing his hand, "Sure you can, but you'll be cleaning this up."

You lead him to the small couch in front of your full body mirror and sat on the cushion after putting a towel on it, pulling him down to his knees in front you. You ran your fingers through his loose hair. He knew exactly where this was going.

With not another word uttered, he lowered himself further, grabbing your thighs and pulling you forward to the edge. A gasp and chuckle came from you at the eagerness he had. The hunger in his eyes alone was turning you into a waterfall.

The glistening sight of his cum slowly dripping out of you easily made him feel like he was drunk. He pushed your legs farther apart and delved in like a man starved. Your hand practically flew to his head as your head flew back into the soft couch pillow. The flesh of your thighs spilled in between his fingers, just how he liked it.

"Oh my God..." you breathed out. He was already fully determined to eat you out with everything he had, but he absolutely positively needed you to cum on his face. Another thing you didn't know about him, he was a giver.

He may have been full of himself at times, prideful, and smug. But nothing fueled him more than being able to have bragging rights. I can see it now: he's feeling like he won a gold medal simply because you came from his tongue.

The pace at which he lapped at you made your legs all tingly, prompting you to close your thighs around his head. Watch out, because he might just cum again!

You whined and writhed above him, biting your lip to not give him too much fuel. You still had to remind him that he was the one wrapped around your finger.

He winced and hummed against your skin from you gently digging your heel into his back. The vibration from the top of his nose made you jolt a little, and now here came that growing feeling in your stomach.

"Hmm...yeah, keep going." he murmured against you, encouraging you to leave marks all over his back. Your breaths became quicker as your back arched. The heels of your black pumps clawing at the flesh of his back was just enough to make him go faster than before.

"Oh fuck, Kung Lao-" you moaned his name, gasping the closer you got.

"Let it go, gorgeous."

Finally you let loose, all over his face like he intended. He soothed you through your high as he didn't stop or slow down. The grip you had on his hair gradually lifted--needing to grab and hold onto the armchairs for leverage. Your entire body convulsed in pleasure and your hushed moans got louder.

As you both calmed down, you picked up something to fan yourself while Kung Lao kissed the inside of your thighs. He was mindful not to leave marks in consideration of your job even if he really, really wanted to. He lifted his head and kissed your stomach, smiling up at you with those pretty dimples of his.

"I haven't felt that good in so...fucking long." you said. When you looked down at him he had a big stupid grin on his face, not even bothering to wipe his face yet. You playfully rolled your eyes and took the towel from under you to fold it in half and wipe it for him.

"If this is what happens at after parties, I'm gonna have start coming here more often." he joked, but at the same time dead ass serious.

"Oh no, next time will not be happening at my place of work. I could get fired at this rate!"

You swear you could see his ears perk at the thought and confirmation that you enjoyed this so much to ensure a next time.

"Fine by me!"

a/n: TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY OOHHHHHHH i told y'all i would post that fic today 😝 i fucking enjoyed every last minute of writing this (even if it took like three weeks LMAOO)

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Paul Atreides X Reader (Dune)

Part 5: The Meeting

The sand beneath Paul and Jessica sinks and shivers, indicating the worm getting closer. "Run." Paul says, taking off with his mother. It was almost impossible to run in the sand even before the worm disrupted it, so the two didn't get very far before tripping and being knocked over. They seemed to be trapped in the sinking sand. Paul, using what little energy he had left, manages to crawl out. However, his mother didn't have that strength. "Shit!" Paul yells, seeing that his mother was still in the sinking sand hole. He tries to think of something, anything to do in order to help her. He desperately looks around, hoping he'd find a rope, but he doesn't. There was only one option. Paul jogs back into the hole, immediately being knocked over. He grabs his mother and drags her through the sand, basically swimming in it. Once he reached the edge of the hole, he gives his mother one final push to lift her into the stable sand. "Go!"

He says through gritted teeth as he tries to lift himself out, but he had no strength left.

Sand gets everywhere as it begins to cover Paul's face, his body falling deeper into the pit. He can feel something beneath him; the sand worm was starting to open its mouth. Paul takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, preparing for what's about to happen. The sand below him collapses and he starts to slide down, hearing a yell before he suddenly stops. He can feel himself dangling above the air from the large worm before being pulled onto the stable sand. Opening his eyes, he sees that someone was holding him by his arm. His mother was right next to this person, helping them pull him out. A thumping sound can be heard in the distance, drawing the sand worm away from them and leaving them laying in the sand, breathing heavily and trying to comprehend what had just happened. Paul wipes some sand from his face and looks to the person that had saved him. It was.. a girl. She had bright blue eyes, and- wait a minute, he knew this girl. It was the same girl from his vision.

Paul fumbles around a bit but eventually finds his balance and gets back on his feet. His hands were shaking from adrenaline, his heart pounding and he was still panting from the incident. "Are you okay?" His mother asks, wiping a few grimes of sand from his cheek. He looks to her with soft eyes, nodding. "Who.." he starts to ask, still catching his breath as he motions to the girl. "Oh, I'm Y/N." The girl says, "saw you two struggling with Shai-Hulud and thought you needed some help. It's not everyday we see other people that aren't one of us out in the deep desert. I'm interested. What brings you here?" She asks. "Our ship crashed, we've been trying to find the Fr-" Jessica begins, but Paul was insistent on finishing. "The Fremen," he says. "You're Fremen, aren't you?" He questions Y/N, but he knew the answer. Y/N nods, grinning. "I'd say we found you instead of you finding us, but that doesn't matter. Why did you want to find us? Usually when people try to find us, it's so they can kill us." She tells them, giving Paul a bit of a side eye. "You were our best bet at survival, as my father was killed. We have the same enemies: the Harkonnens. We're willing to help you, if you'd be so kind and help us." Paul said. "There's a few things we'd have to go over before that can happen, but tell you what. I'll bring you back to our camp and ask Stilgar his opinion, and we will go from there. Come on." Says Y/N, and she leads Paul and Jessica to the other Fremen.

"By the way, your sand walking was terrible." Y/N says as they approach the Fremen's camp. "Not only that, but the majority of the time you weren't even in worm territory." She chuckles. "How long were you watching us..?" Jessica asks. Y/N simply grins, shrugging. "Could you teach us how to sand walk properly?" Asks Paul, not being able to take his eyes off of this girl. He wanted to know everything about her and the Fremen. "Depends," she says, calling over her leader. "Stilgar! We have some guests!" Stilgar was in the midst of a conversation with his lead warrior, Jamarcus, when Y/N calls him over. "Y/N, what did I tell you about bringing in foreigners?" Stilgar complains. "These two say they're willing to help us get rid of the Harkonnens, they want to learn our ways." Y/N said, and Stilgar immediately shook his head. "You're almost worse than your sister." He sighs. "Chani?" Y/N laughs, "at least I brought in someone who actually has a chance." She motions to Paul, "he's young." She then looks to Jessica, "oh, no offense.." she mumbles. "None taken," Jessica sighs, "what exactly does he have to do?"

"In order to become Fremen, you must trade a life for a life. In other words, defeat one of our warriors in battle." Stilgar tells both Paul and Jessica. "That could be a possibility for the young man here, however, I fear the woman is too old to learn our ways." He said. "My mother could be of a useful asset. She's pregnant." Paul says, and his mother quickly goes wide eyed, turning all her attention to him. "How..?" She fumbles for words. "Just a feeling I've had for awhile," Paul admits, "a baby girl?" He felt confident that the dreams he's had on having a baby sister were true. "Yes.." Jessica whispers, still shocked. She had barely known herself that she was pregnant, yet alone that it was a girl. She didn't know whether to be frightened or to admire her son's ability to find that out on his own. Stilgar huffs, thinking. "Let's see if the boy can win a fight before we decide on anything." He decided on that option, calling Jamarcus over to the group of the two Fremen and two foreigners.

"What is he to do? Kill this man?" Asks Jessica, looking at the heavily built man called Jamarcus. "Yes, kill him or he kills you." Stilgar says, patting Paul's shoulder. "Take this blade," he hands Paul a newly forged crysknife. "You will die in honor with this blade in your hand." He grins. "Go on now." Jamarcus whips out his own blade from its sheath and stands in a ready position. Paul looks down at the blade in his hand, gulps, then turns to where his mother and Y/N were standing. His mother looked worried, and Y/N, well.. she looked like she believed in him. So he believed in himself as well. He had never killed a man, but he had been trained to. Gurney had taught him well, and Paul was confident those trainings would pay off now. However, part of him was still scared. He knew how good Fremen warriors were, and Jamarcus no doubt fit the definition of a good Fedaykin warrior, and he seemed confident as well. In fact, he saw no fear in Jamarcus's face.

The Fremen gather around in a circle, Paul and Jamarcus standing in the middle with their blades at the ready. Paul takes a deep breath just before Jamarcus lunges at him. Paul swiftly dodges the blow, lifting his own blade and directing it toward Jamarcus's chest, in which it is easily blocked. Their blades interlock, along with their eyes. Paul grunts, keeping the other blade from slipping before he takes a few steps backwards. Jamarcus lunges again, moving quickly and this time landing a blow of his fist into Paul's face. Paul stumbles, but remains standing. He shakes off the pain and thrusts his body forward, putting all of his weight into the opposing man, knocking him over. Jamarcus hoists his blade up, pointing it at Paul's throat. Paul is quick to grip onto Jamarcus's wrist, using both his hands to keep the knife from puncturing his throat. His hands shake as he holds the weapon in place; Jamarcus was strong but he wasn't giving up so easily.

Paul was so focused on his opponents right hand, he had forgotten about the left. Jamarcus propels his left fist into Paul's face again, causing Paul to fall backward and take his hands off of his right wrist, freeing the blade. Paul gets an unusual metallic taste in his mouth, and can feel the red substance flowing down from his nose. But he wastes no more time, rapidly regaining his balance before making another attack. Jamarcus had been ready, though, ducking beneath the soaring blade and simply lifting his leg to deliver a powerful kick to Paul's chest. Paul grunts at the impact and, again, is forced backwards and loses his footing, hitting the ground with a deep thump that everyone around could feel below them. Paul gasps for air as the wind had been knocked out of him, staying down on the ground and feeling too weak to get back up. Jamarcus stands over him, knife raised and aimed at his neck. The audience gasps. Paul's eyes glance at the blade above him, then travel to his mother, who wasn't even watching anymore, then to Y/N, whom was completely locked in on him, her blue eyes meeting his darker eyes for a quick moment.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Paul got a sudden burst of energy, and a determination to live. He glances at Y/N one more time, a tiny smile forming on his bloody lips, one so small he didn't even realize he had done it. He did notice the feeling, though. He wanted to live. No, he had to live. There were things he needed to know still, so much to learn. But most of all, in this moment, he just wanted to talk to Y/N again. Paul, with no more hesitation, turns all of his attention and his energy back into the current duel. Just as Jamarcus was about to make the final blow, Paul uplifts his leg, striking the hand the knife of his opponent was in, knocking it from his grasp. He sits up, snatches the other weapon from the sand, and plunges both blades into Jamarcus's chest, twisting them until they went in as deep as they could possibly go. Blood flows from the man's mouth and wounds as his body begins to shut down. It was a quick death for the Fremen warrior, as Paul had hit his major organs as he had been trained to do. The Boy from the Outer World heaves the crysknives out from the limp body, it falling into the sand. The blades were stained red with blood, and as Paul slowly stands, he drops both of the weapons and lets them fall in the sand besides the Fremen body.

He stands still in the middle of the circle, breathing heavily and wiping his bloody nose. He hears a small round of applause, soon finding out that Y/N was the one clapping for him. Was she proud? He had just killed one of her own. Paul finds himself being surrounded by a booming round of applause from the entire group of Fremen. Was he one of them now? Why did everyone, especially Stilgar, look so shocked? Was Y/N the only one that had believed in him? He wanted to know the answer to those questions, and he hoped since he had prevailed in battle, that he would soon find out.

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aanoia · 6 months

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Possibility

Sirius Black x reader words; 2,800+ warnings; heartbreak. not a happy ending ish. not proofread. no summary because I'm bad at them, just trust loosely inspired by Possibility by Likke Li and Dead Poets Society uhm I'm in an emo mood let's be fr. Also, it's almost midnight when I post this so tomorrow is December first! (the best month, my birthday month). And its the beginning of my Christmas advent calendar so if u dk abt it u do now :) Anywho, have fun. Both of the poems are mine, I'd love feedback!

There's a possibility

All that I had was all I gon' get

“Indeed, I am aware that in the Wizarding World, poetry does not have much of an impact on the minds of its individuals. However, I am not from the Wizarding World.” Mrs. Greenbriar said with a small smile. “I’d like a poem, heartfelt and meaningful. Make it good, please. I’m interested to see what you guys can come up with.”

Y/n looked down silently at her paper, studying the small doodle of an owl on her piece of parchment. She shook her head and let out a soft sigh as she thought about the assignment.

‘A poem?’ Y/n thought. ‘How in the world do I write a poem?’

“Now.” The professor continued. “I’m sure you’re probably thinking, how on Earth do I write a poem? Well it’s really quite simple. Sit and think for a second. Think of your happiest memory.”

Y/n’s mind filled with laughter as she remembered that day she spent with him. He grabbed tightly onto her waist, spinning her around in fast circles as she shrieked and clutched onto him tightly. He put her down and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips, locking in their fate as lovers.

“I love you.” He had whispered.

“What comes to mind? Christmas morning? First kiss? Whatever it is, you can make a poem about it. Now, think of your saddest moment. The moment where you felt like the world might just be ending.”

“Wait, what?” She asked, her mind in a fog.

He scrunched his brows, unbearable pain written across his features, “We need to break up.”

She shook my head, a nervous laugh falling from her lips. “No, you just- but we-”

“Y/n, please.” He pleaded, tears in his eyes.

Her eyes stung as her vision blurred, “You can’t do this.” She whispered and a tear slid down his cheek.

“I have to.” He whispered back, and walked away.

Professor Greenbriars voice had softened, “Whatever you just thought of, make a poem out of it. Poetry is derived from emotion. It’s the key ingredient.”

The bell chimed and immediately students shoved their parchment and quills into their bags. Y/n sat still, her mind blank as she fought back tears. She had done so well pushing that night to the farthest corner of her mind, bottled up in a glass of obsidian.

“Remember, my dear students, no poem is a bad poem. They all have meaning.”

There's a possibility

All I gon' get is gone with your stare

“Are you working on the poem Professor Greenbriar assigned?” Marlene asked as she sat down at the table Y/n and Lily sat at, scribbling away on their parchment.

Lily glanced up, “Do be quiet, we are in the library.”

Y/n smiled and looked up from her paper, “And yes, we are working on the poems.”

Marlene groaned, “I don’t get it. The woman said it herself, poetry has no impact on our world, so why do we need to make a poem? Make it make sense.” She crossed her arms.

“She also mentioned how she isn’t from the Wizarding World, meaning she doesn’t care what impacts it and what doesn’t.” Lily replied before throwing her quill on the table angrily.

“Woah, what’s up with her?” Marlene asked Y/n who simply shrugged.

“I have no clue what to write, nor how to write it.” Lily explained, resting her head in her hands.

“Preach sister.”

“You could always write about me, Flower.” James interrupted and Y/n’s amused smile dropped.

Lily shoved the man away, causing his back to bump into Sirius Black's chest. Sirius smirked, leaning over his shoulder.

“You guys wanna hear my poem?” Sirius asked, his eyes avoiding Y/n’s as his heart clenched.

“Not really.” Marlene answered, picking at her nails to show her disinterest.

“Okay.” Sirius said, pulling out the crumpled parchment from his pocket anyway and clearing his throat. “Get ready for this. Are you ready?”

James nodded with a grin and turned to face Sirius, “I was born ready.”

Sirius darkened his face dramatically, “A cat, on a mat.”

James put a hand on his heart, tears welling in his eyes, “Enough to make a grown man cry.”

Sirius bowed, “Thank you, thank you.”

Someone cleared their throat loudly, catching everyone's attention. The librarian pointed to the wall, where a magical sign hung with bold letters. ‘James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew are strictly prohibited in the library until further notice.’

James looked back to us with an apologetic look, “Sorry, ladies, but we must take our leave.”

“Couldn’t have done so soon enough.” Lily muttered, going back to her poem.

Marlene sighed, “Y/n/n.” Y/n lifted her head again, a small smile on her lips.

“Yes, Marls?”

“Is your poem sad or happy?”

She glanced at the writing, “Have you met me?”

“It’s obviously sad.” Lily answered for her.

Marlene placed her hand on Y/n’s arm, “My depressed queen.”

“Don’t be rude.” Lily scolded.

“I’m not rud-” Marlene was cut off by her own loud gasp. The librarian cleared her throat once again and Marlene winced. The group of girls laughed quietly at the librarian's annoyed look, shaking her head dismissively as she cursed about kids these days.

So tell me when you hear my heart stop

You're the only one who knows

Tell me when you hear my silence

There's a possibility I wouldn't know

The warmth of the fire ticked Y/n’s legs as she sat on the couch in the Common Room. She stared silently at the neat cursive writing on the piece of parchment, overthinking every word that lay upon it. She fiddled with her necklace, the soft grip her teeth had on her bottom lip never leaving.

The door quietly opened, just enough to not be heard as a boy walked through the portrait hole. Sirius paused as he gazed at the figure curled up on the couch, working once again on her poem. It seemed to be all she did these past few days. A flood of familiarity filled his body as he noticed her fiddle with her necklace. It was from her mom, he remembered. She never took it off.

“Working on the poem again?” He asked quietly, so as to not scare the girl. Despite his best efforts, she still jumped in surprise, scrambling to hide the parchment under the book she was using as a hard surface. He winced, “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.”

Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat, “You’re okay. And yeah, I am. I’m just reviewing it now, making some final changes.”

Sirius nodded, “You think we’re going to have to read them aloud in class?” He questioned, hesitantly taking a seat in the armchair next to the couch. Y/n straightened her back and cleared her throat.

“I sure hope not.”

“Is it personal?” He asked, genuinely curious.

Y/n nodded slowly, “Yeah, it is.”

He nodded with her, “Oh, cool.”

It was silent and Sirius was about to stand up and leave before she spoke up, “Why are you coming in so late?”

“I went to the kitchens, I wanted some cookies.” He explained shortly.

Y/n’s brows furrowed, “Did you have a nightmare?” She wondered aloud, remembering that was his way of calming down after a bad dream. When they were together, he’d invite her as well, for extra comfort.

Sirius laughed quietly while nodding, “You remember.” He looked down to his hands.

“Of course I do. Despite the reason being bad, those nights with the elves were the ones I looked most forward to.”

Sirius looked back up, “Really?”

Y/n stared at the fire, “Yeah, really.”

“So, why are you up so late?” He returned the question.

Y/n shrugged, her eyes flicking to him only to find him already on her. “I couldn’t get myself to fall asleep.”

“Too much on your mind, huh?” He said softly and she nodded. “You know me so well.” She whispered.

“Yeah, I do.” He whispered back.

Know that when you leave

By blood and by me, you walk like a thief

By blood and by me, I fall when you leave

“Okay, it’s officially been two weeks since I have assigned you with writing me a poem, so now I’d like to drop a bomb on you, for some character growth.” Professor Greenbrior grinned, seemingly very proud of herself as students whispered. “You will be presenting your poems in front of the class.”

Y/n’s heart dropped and she felt eyes on her. She knew it was him, looking to her in worry. Her stomach churned in nerves, overthinking everything that has led up to this moment. She wondered why she took this stupid class in the first place, but she knew exactly why. He wanted to take it, so of course she did too.

“We will go in alphabetical order by last names.” Sirius groaned, dropping his head into his hands. “Yes, Mr. Black, you are first.”

James clapped a hand on his best friend's back, “Go on, mate. Say it like you mean it!”

“Yes! Say it like you mean it.” Professor Greenbriar agreed as Sirius winked at James.

Just like he did at the library, he took the crumpled paper from his pocket and cleared his throat.

“I wonder if he wrote another poem or kept it the same.” Marlene said to Lily and Y/n.

“He probably kept it the same.” Lily responded as Y/n stared forward. Lily took notice and silently grabbed her hand. Y/n gave her a grateful smile.

“A cat, with a hat, on a mat.” Sirius said proudly as the class laughed while they clapped.

“He added some pazazz.” Marlene giggled and Professor Greenbriar shook her head with a smile.

“Forever the joker, Mr. Black.”

“You couldn’t be more right, professor.” He agreed as he sat back down in his seat.

“Okay, Miss Evans.” The professor called up and Lily gulped.

“Good luck.” Y/n whispered and she smiled.

“Uh, it’s really short, not even a poem really. I just didn’t know what to write so I’m so-” Lily rambled and the professor cut her off.

“Miss Evans, does it convey an emotion you feel?” Lily nodded and the professor smiled. “Then it’s perfect. Go one, please, I’d love to hear it.”

Lily took a deep breath and read from her paper, “I don’t understand how. With my friends. I like to think we’re the same person in a different font. Two pieces of the same soul. But with you. We’re completely different, in the same font. Two separate souls tied together eternally with an unbreakable string. I’ve never believed in opposites attract. Until I met you.”

The class was silent before it broke out in clapping and cheers from every individual. Y/n smiled proudly at her best friend, knowing she’d never admit who it was really about.

“That’s about me, right, Flower? Me?” Speak of the devil.

So tell me when you hear my heart stop

You're the only one who knows

Tell me when you hear my silence

There's a possibility I wouldn't know

“And finally, Miss L/n, please take the stage.”

The room was silent as Y/n walked up to the front of the classroom, her nerves practically dripping from her pores. Her mind raced as she took her rightful spot in front of everyone, dreadful thoughts filling her head. Y/n took a deep breath and glanced at her paper, knowing she didn’t need it to read the poem she had memorized word for word.

“Whenever you’re ready.” Professor Greenbriar said quietly and Y/n nodded.

“There’s a possibility. That my heart rests in the palm of your shaky hands. My body trembles as you tiptoe around it. The fear of shattering it once again petrifying. There’s a possibility. That you will leave yet another night. Stealing away what should belong to me. Stealing away the thing that keeps me breathing.”

A mixture of tears, mucus, and saliva stained her mothers shirt as she sobbed into her arms, her dads wrapped around both of them protectively. She clutched tightly onto the cloth on her mothers back, desperately trying to ground herself. Her heart felt as if it had been ripped around, shattered into pieces, and all the broken pieces had been shoved back in.

“Oh, baby.” Her mom whispered, her voice broken from seeing her daughter so distraught. She let out a strangled cry and her dad tightened his grip, refraining his own tears at the state of his baby girl.

“We love you so much.” He added quietly, knowing it did little to numb the pain of a heart break.

Y/n ignored the people in the room as she continued, “Only you understand the depths of my despair. How my breath flees at the sight of beauty. How when you disappear the fall is silent. And the lock that was robbed from my chest. Falls still as the key simply disintegrates. Something so silent. Not even I realize that the world has ended.”

The morning after had been the most painful. When she had expected to wake up in the arms of her loving boyfriend, the night before only being a terrible nightmare, she had woken to find herself in her parents warm bed. Neither of them were present, so she cried again. Every fibre of her being already aching for his warm touch just once more.

Her mother came into the room, “Sweetheart.”

“It wasn’t just a nightmare.” She whispered and her mom nodded sadly, embracing her again.

“You’ll get through this. I promise, my love.”

So tell me when my sorrow's over

You're the reason why I'm closed

Tell me when you hear me falling

There's a possibility it wouldn't show

Y/n made eye contact with Sirius as she recited the last section, “There’s a possibility. That it leaves me breathless. As the key weaves through the tall trees. Never to return the lock. Never to return what once was safe.”

The class clapped louder than they had the entire period, and professor Greenbriar wiped away a stray tear as she clapped. Y/n ignored it all as she stared sadly at Sirius, who gazed back. His cold, gray eyes are glassy and regretful of the past.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Her dad asked and she nodded.

“I’m sure, dad.” She responded, hugging him tightly.

“Don’t let that boy near you, or he’ll know what it’s like to come across and angry dad.” Her dad threatened and she laughed. Something her parents hadn’t heard much since summer break began.

“You’re very intimidating, dad, don’t worry.” She assured and he smiled, patting her on the shoulder.

“Oh, I’ll miss you.” Her mom cried, pulling her into a tight hug.

“You always do. I’ll miss you too, mom.” She answered, relishing in the warmth her mother provided.

“Your sixth year. Oh, they grow up too fast.” Her mother said and her dad shook his head with a laugh.

“You’re so sentimental.” He teased and she tuned them out as she made eye contact with the boy who ruined her summer. They bickered in the background as all the memories came flooding back, every night she cried into her parents arms. She took a deep breath and kept her face stern, determined to not let him break her like that again.

There’s a possibility that Sirius Black had just lost the best thing he ever had.

By blood and by me, I'll fall when you leave

By blood and by me, I'll follow your lead

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My friend (that’s ur new title, u can’t relinquish it sorry HAHAHAH) can I ask for a prequel to Under the Willow Tree- what happened with that kiss I needs to know bro you can’t do me dirty like this 😭😭 fr tho feel free to put this one on the backburner

The Kiss

Coming right up mango! (I love my new title and you can take it from my cold dead hands)

(and I know, I'm super creative with titles)

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Ron Weasley x Male!Ravenclaw!Granger!Reader

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Walking with some of his friends, (Y/N) was trying to decide what to do in his free period.

"-And my mother keeps trying to get me to date the neighbor boy, too! She just won't quit it!" Rylie Hops, a fellow Ravenclaw, exclaimed to (Y/N), who just now tuned into the conversation.

"What's the neighbor boy got that I don't have?" Cooper Brand flirted with Rylie, the Slytherin as cunning as they come.

Rolling his eyes, as he always found himself in the middle of their flirting, (Y/N) sighed and looked around. He spotted his older sister and her friends and decided it was time to leave the conversation (not that he was much part of it in the beginning).

"I'll see you guys later, yeah? I've got to go ask Hermione something," he cut Cooper off, not that he really cared.

"Oh, see you (Y/N)!" Cooper waved him off as he walked.

"I'll save you a seat at dinner!" Rylie called before turning back to Cooper.

Approaching the frizzy haired sixth year, (Y/N) waved to her.

"Hey 'Mione!"

"(Y/N), I thought you had Astronomy?" Hermione asked, gearing up to scold him for skipping a period.

"No, I had it just barely, it's my free period now. Cooper and Rylie are at it again so I figured I'd join you guys. Harry, Ron," he nodded to them in greeting.

"(Y/N)," Ron greeted back with a smile, Harry vaguely waving as he stared at someone across the courtyard.

"They're still at it?" Hermione questioned, looking back down at her book and twirling her quill. "You just need to tell them they like each other."

"It doesn't work like that, 'Mione. Cooper is in love with Rylie so he jokingly flirts with her because he thinks that's how he'll win her heart, but Rylie thinks they're just that; jokes! I think it's best to just leave them to figure it out on their own," (Y/N) replied, sitting on the bench next to Hermione and Ron, trying to avoid Harry (who was sitting on the ground in front of the bench for some reason).

"Love is so stupid," Hermione scoffed, shaking her head and writing something on her parchment.

"I don't know, it could be kind of fun!" Ron shrugged, looking at (Y/N). (Y/N) turned to look at him but Ron turned before he could get caught.

"How would you know?" Harry laughed, patting his friends shoe.

"Oh, what do you know about love, Harry?"

"Not enough..."

Leaning over to whisper to Ron, (Y/N) looked Harry up and down.

"What's up with him?" (Y/N) whispered.

"I dunno, I've been trying to pry it out of him for days, but no luck."

Whatever Harry had been looking at didn't seem to hold his interest anymore as he turned around to face his friends on the bench.

"(Y/N), you're really good at transfiguration, right?"

"What isn't he good at?" Ron asked rhetorically, missing (Y/N)'s surprised look.

"McGonagall loves you," Harry went on, Hermione hesitantly looking up from her book as she caught on to what he was saying.

"Um, I s'pose. Why?" (Y/N) replied with a head tilt.

"We need your help with something-"

"Are you sure we should be wrapping him up in all this?" Ron asked, his question going unheard.

"Meet us under the staircase by the One-Eyed-Witch statue after dinner, alright?" Harry continued.

"Uh... okay?" (Y/N) agreed, unsure as to what they'd need a fifth year for.

"You really don't have to if you don't want to," Ron reassured him, shaking his head at Harry's eagerness.

"It would help us loads, I know how you are with transfiguration, but Ron's right. Come if you want, it's okay if you don't," Hermione put a comforting hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder.

"I'll be there," (Y/N) shrugged.

...

"So, what do you need my help for?" (Y/N) asked as he got close enough to the trio under the staircase.

"We've planned this prank for Malfoy-"

"Hermione, you're planning a prank?" (Y/N) asked his sister incredulously, kind of impressed.

"I didn't want to but you know how I am with Malfoy," was her response.

"The point is we need a specific transfiguration spell that takes a lot of skill and concentration," Harry informed.

"Why can't Hermione do it?"

It was silent for a moment when Ron spoke up, "Because you're better than her at transfiguration."

With raised eyebrows, (Y/N) turned to his sister.

Hermione let out a sigh and rolled her eyes, "It's true. I've never told you but you are better than me at transfigurations, and I can't do the spell."

"Alright what's the spell?" (Y/N) chuckled.

Harry handed him a piece of paper with the information on it.

"Just look into it and practice it, we'll need you in a week," Harry told him, patting him on the shoulder. "Thanks, mate."

"It's not like I've got anything better to do." (Y/N) shrugged.

"Harry, look," Hermione whispered to her friend, pointing up the stairs. Whatever they saw had them running up them, but (Y/N) and Ron stayed where they were.

"A prank on the Slytherins, huh?" (Y/N) laughed as he put the slip of paper into his bag.

"Yeah, just Malfoy acting like the ferret he is," Ron joked back, leaning against the wall. (Y/N) joined him there, twiddling his thumbs.

Ron rubbed the back of his neck, glancing over at (Y/N) nervously.

"I've been thinking about what we were talking about the other day, in the courtyard..." Ron trailed off.

"What, Cooper and Rylie?"

"Yeah, the love thing. And I was wondering... have you ever been in love?"

Taken aback, (Y/N) blinked and gulped, trying to think.

"Uhm... I'd like to think so."

Ron nodded for a bit, looking deep in thought.

"Did they love you back?"

"I'm not sure... I haven't done anything about it. Yet."

"Oh. Well, what does it feel like?"

(Y/N) hummed in thought, "It hurts. I'm not sure if it's just because I don't know if he likes me back, or if being in love just hurts like this, but it hurts."

"'He'?"

(Y/N) nodded, looking at his shoes.

"Being in love, at least for me, is thinking about them. Not all of the time like some people say, but whenever you're life pauses for a moment... like you're outside and suddenly everything but the breeze stops and the sun is setting, it's tranquil. And the only thing I can think is that I want him there with me. Or when I make myself coffee I wonder how he likes his, or if he prefers tea instead...

And when he talks to me my heart feels like it's running right out of my chest, and I'm just so sure that my face is on fire, because that's what it feels like." (Y/N) turned to Ron, taking a deep breath.

"Have you ever been in love?"

Ron slowly cupped (Y/N)'s cheek, looking into his eyes to make sure it was okay. When he didn't object he took his hand with his free one and leaned in until their lips barely touched.

"I think so."

(Y/N) leaned forward and sealed the kiss, his free hand holding Ron's elbow. Their lips moved together, a partnership that would change their friendship forever. Ron couldn't believe he was doing this, not that he was thinking about much other than how sweet (Y/N) tasted on his lips, the cider on his mouth still lingering after dinner.

Butterflies swarmed (Y/N)'s stomach, violent and harsh compared to the daydream people write about.

"(Y/N)?" Hermione shouted as she walked down the stairs. "Ron?"

The boys gasped and pulled apart, (Y/N) wiping at his mouth before turning towards Hermione, clearing his throat.

He knew he looked like he'd just been making out with his big sisters best friend, but would she know that?

"Yeah, Hermione?" (Y/N) tried to hide the tremor in his voice.

"Aren't you two coming? Harry's run off after the Hufflepuff girl again and I can't find him."

"We'll help you look," Ron agreed, nodding and running a had through his hair.

Hermione looked them up and down suspiciously for a moment, but turned around eventually anyways.

Not knowing what to do, or say, the boys silently followed after her- not looking at each other.

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do you ever think of a very street smart Erwin and the reader who is clueless about stuffs (me fr). like im very new with the whole having a more independent life comparing to how i used to and the more i experience the more i realized life is so much more than hoping life will go smoothly bc it doesnt. so i wonder in what circumstances would reader with this certain personality would encounter Erwin and how do they become part of eachother's lives? im speaking out of my insecurity but like. i've alws imagined Erwin as a calculating, observant person who wouldn't let anyone step on him, who knows when someone is intending to use him or fool him into dumb stuffs. This particular reader is quite the contrast. That's why when I imagine self indulgent stuffs I would go like this will NOT be okay how can a person like me get close to a person like him???

so i wanna know your thoughts abt this situation!! no pressure tho!!! like for example in particular how will these two contrasting ppl meet and why do they maintain the relationship? for what purpose? what if the reader shares same goals and ambitions with him? i fr have so many questions but they wouldn't make sense once they go outta my mouth 😔

hehe i just wanna tell u something i have in mind you really don't have to do anything with it!! thank you!!!

oh chau, this was such a sweet prompt. i can still remember how bad i was giggling inside the hospital room 🤭 i hope i gave this one justice!

WEEKEND LESSONS

ERWIN X GEN NEUTRAL!READER, ERWIN X YOU, NO Y/N

TAGS: modern college AU, fluff, slice of life :)

WORDS: 2.1k

Erwin could have too much to say, too many plans to execute, and more heaps of too's that renders him as overwhelming; but he, for once in his life, tried to tone it down and act in normalcy. Just like a little shark swimming alongside a school of fish, pretending ever so silently to avoid alarming its company.

Oh, bet you thought you were the only one who felt the jitters, didn't you?

He did at some point, too — at some point he might never admit.

And when he's a few steps away from becoming a professor, he ponders about quitting. What was once a dream inspired by his father is now deemed a big fish imparting the same alienation to smaller fishes. He's getting quite sick of it. Pretending without a solid goal was never his forte.

Perhaps it was your naivety that warranted a reconsideration.

It started when you went to the teacher's table and approached him instead of the professor in charge, "I think I'd opt to ask a fellow student instead of that old man," you sheepishly answered when he asked, "he's so scary — why do professors love to be scary? And you honestly seem to be way smarter than he is."

"Am I, now?" he feigned surprise with amusement still palpable, "And if he hears this first thing in the morning, what then?"

"Tell him what? That you're smarter than him?"

You were curious, quite amazed even, that he might have the gall to confront the professor about his substandard intellect.

"What do you need help with?"

You flashed him a book and flipped the pages on the particular article. "Whenever our prof asks you to pitch something, you always have additional things to say in this topic. And for some reason, the more you overtake the discussion, the more I become interested too!" You weren't able to help yourself, and that's what Erwin could see very well — eyes almost sparkling, giddy composure, and a very drawn demeanor.

Erwin was never oblivious to his ability of drawing people's interest if he wants to, but to see someone this enthusiastic about it?

How intriguing.

Is intriguing the right word for it?

No. Oh, no.

He thought you were cute. Spare him the cliché nuances but it's been a while since he thought of someone as cute.

"And look," you scooted nearer and pointed at a page. "The author who wrote this is a Smith. Don't tell me you actually ghost wrote this? Is that why you tackled the topic so well?"

Erwin was not smiling when you went to him but now he lost the will to hide it.

"You're really that great? Oh my, to ghost write one of my major—"

"My father. He's the one who wrote that article."

Your eyes widened and mouth formed a perfect O. Then there came a slow nod. Followed suit with another gasp. It ended with a smile — happy, much more enthusiastic smile. "Then I just came to the right person! Do tell me more!"

The dynamic then started. A very curious undergraduate, fresh in the field, and a book smart from masters, freshly burnt out, ain't an unusual dynamic to create, after all.

The supposed module written by his dad about visual communication theory was eventually followed with more diverse issues. At first, Erwin playfully asked for a collateral in exchange for his knowledge. Before you meet at the library, he'd have you treat him a parfait. If he went an all nighter with his thesis, his request upon your daily meeting would be an iced Americano. In time, the small sweets became favors. In exchange for info dumping about the French revolution and the World War (you have no idea how perplexed Erwin was at reawakening this childhood habit — everyone thought it was annoying!) you must allot a whole weekend to see him. You, so dumbly drawn over what the slimy curves of his brain could offer in humanity, never deemed it as dates. If anything, it was weekend classes on your end.

At this point, cute is becoming an understatement for him.

He played along nonetheless. He has an ulterior motive, after all — a space in his brain to accommodate more knowledge, a space intended for you. Who are you? What's inside your head aside from curiosity and willingness to cater his blabbers? What do you want to do aside from listening to him? Why do you — despite the vigor to know about the world — opt to stay as a measly listener? Why, despite your concern in human's darkly inherent nature of using others for its own gain, don't mind too much when he teases you into doing dumb favors for his benefit?

That's what binds him to you the way you bind yourself to him. Erwin feels as though he's speaking into a smiling void, and if there's an unknown void — a gorgeous intriguing one at that — who else would be the most eager to explore it if not him?

When both of you went to the newly built Japanese convenience store and saw a pack of onigiri that piqued your cravings, Erwin finally noticed a quirk.

And Erwin — for the most time he's been playing around your obliviousness — finally thought of taking things seriously upon noticing it.

You didn't ask him for help even if the onigiri wrap had broken and you were forced to shove all the rice into your mouth. Just like how you didn't ask for his assistance when he noticed your difficulty adjusting to university life every semester. You don't ask something that requires his action, attention, and guidance. You seek nothing of him but his blabbers, his info dump, and every measly thought coming out of his mouth. Nothing more, nothing less.

He bought you another onigiri, taught you how to properly unwrap it as both of you walked, and shoved the rest in your mouth thereafter. You groaned but he just said, "You're not just a listening outlet. Ask people for help if you need it."

You took your time chewing (angrily so) before responding, "No. I'll be way more out of your league if I let that happen."

Erwin halted his steps, "Come again?"

"I'm no match for you. If you realize how naive and easily fooled and clumsy I really am, then things will start to get annoying on your end. Let me impose myself as someone knowledgeable, independent, and all the things that you are, okay."

Oh no.

Erwin let his face flat in utter hope that you wouldn't notice the corner of his lips shaking. He wants to chuckle, to tease you, to coo as he finally cups your cheek and kisses your forehead because of how plainly and dumbly adorable that statement was. He already knows how naive, easily fooled, and clumsy you really are. He's the one who would before anyone else.

Above anything, though, Erwin was pleased, very pleased because he unleashed a facet of you. Finally, finally revealing something about you aside from a perfect company for his eccentricity. The fact that this facet of you is also frustrated at the possibility of losing him gave him a tremendous gush of warmth — gushing, gushing, and gushing towards the unstoppable urge of offering a proposition.

"The only time naivety can be bad is when people start taking advantage of it, and even then it would not be your fault."

"It will be my fault!" you disagreed, "and it will be a hassle for you who's so used to being so independent! Don't you think I've been childish and irritating all along?"

"How so?"

You gave him a puzzled look, there's no way he seriously didn't think of that.

"How so?" He took a step nearer.

"Someone as brightly independent as you are would not deem people like me so pleasantly," you cut yourself off from that. For all the times you had listened to Erwin, you just know how he would debunk what you just said. "T-that's what I initially thought, hence the question."

"You didn't answer my question." The proximity tightened. Erwin was not smiling, not a hint of amusement plastered on his face too. Only an inquiry, or perhaps a resolve to shatter how low you deem yourself. "Am I childish for not hesitating with my blabbers? Do I come off as irritating when I ask you out during a weekend like this?"

"No, you would never!"

"How do you see those, then?"

"I am fond of it, that's why I stick with you until now. I am—" Heat crept up your face. You realized where he's headed, and with his resolute yet patient face you just know he won't let you have your way out of this. "I am… fond of your eccentricities. Even if people find it annoying."

"Uh-huh," the sharp blonde also sensed your awareness, hence his tone came more urging. "How do you think I see you then?"

Your cheeks puffed and eyes averted from his, perhaps your futile attempt of resisting something he had already established very well.

Erwin repeated as he called your name, "How do you think I see you?"

"Tolerable," you uttered weakly.

He let out a strained chuckle, "Really? You really would opt for that word?"

"It's getting cold, Erwin. Let's just—"

"Am I just someone tolerable for you, hm?"

His tone was, in fact, a well-defining factor that he very much knew the answer.

He knows you like him, just like the bright sharp man that he is.

"Look at me."

You did, though with a slight glare.

A stern command followed, "Answer my question."

"You know the answer."

"Answer my question."

"I like you! You're not just someone tolerable. I like you. But!" You still tried to argue, "I'm not the same as you are, not as redeeming as you are, not on par with your league, and even though I sound like someone with inferiority complex, I see this as a serious glaring factor. I'm just—" you frustratingly sighed, "—not someone really dependable and compatible with you, Erwin. Not with the likes of you."

"The empathy, the headspace to handle my company when most deem it as overwhelming, the willingness to stay despite the pile of eccentricities, all with genuine interest — you say that as if I never find these as the most endearing."

Your cheeks tightened further. The hot feeling compensated for the outside cold. You looked at him with surprise, only to be met with resolute eyes.

"You had an inkling about my affection but chose to ignore it because of how you see our relationship," upon observing your further surprise, he added. "And now you're finally realizing how wrong that is."

"I'm sorry."

He stayed silent.

You took a step forward and tugged the end of his sleeve, "I'm sorry, Erwin."

But he's not angry. He's still more pleased than angry. He won't let you out of this without gaining a worthwhile result, after all.

"Despite listening to me most of the time, you still seem to assume a lot of things."

"I know."

He raised his brows, face softened but still taunting, "And what does that mean?"

"You win this one now, okay. I'm sorry. Don't get angry now."

"Oh, I know. I sure won this one."

The supposed glare was quickly replaced by surprise when he cupped your cheeks and kissed the tip of your nose.

"Right?" he whispered.

Here he goes, as bright as he usually is. The collateral exchange for his knowledge, the sweet treats turned into sweet favors on the weekends. You really did treat your time with him as classes, but he was a subject you very much loved to tackle. And if you're apparently someone who could lovingly coexist with him despite your unredeeming qualities, then you'd gladly give him the honor.

You defeatedly sighed, "You always do, Erwin. You always do."

He hummed and held the tip of your chin with his fingers. Before going for the lips, he whispered, "Can I get my reward now?"

Oh, you felt your heart swell. As his broad rough hands play around your waist, you tipped his head to your level and ever so slowly, indulged on his win. He took it with sweet vigor — pulled you towards him as if he couldn't have you any nearer — and cupped your cheek much harsher than earlier. He didn't stop until you were seeking air. When he let go, he gave your swollen lower lip a small peck.

"Have you accepted my apology, though?"

Erwin chuckled lowly and buried his head at the crook of your neck. His large build sought support — leaning on you with arms engulfing your waist. He kissed a spot on your neck and replied, "I earned my win fairly. Earn my forgiveness with the same competence."

"What should I do for the smartest man in humanity to forgive me?"

"Let the smart ass love you for all he could."

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Script & Scenario Ideas! - Mako Edition

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1⌇opening message

2⌇script ideas

3⌇scenario ideas

hii guys!! it's c! i wanted to do a fun post for those who are in need of motivation or a new dr idea. yes! it's h20/mako mermaids themed. i've loved this series so much and i know others love it too. so why not make a dr about it? here are some fun script & scenario ideas you can add to that dr!

script ideas:

make a cool summer playlist of songs you want to share with your friends in your desired reality and script it in! i'd recommend walking on a dream by empire of the sun OR brazil by declan mckenna.

you own a house on or near the beach! your place would be like the main hangout spot for sure. maybe it can have a secret grotto like Rita has in mako mermaids?

you're immune to your mermaid secret being exposed! I mean unless you script it to happen, but until then i'd make sure to script this.

mermaids can have different color tails! the main colors could be like orange, green, or blue. then, pink or purple etc. can be rare colors that you can get? all up to you!

you can interact and understand other sea creatures! make friends with the dolphins and other fish. maybe they can help you find cool treasure?

scenario ideas:

you have a personal mermaid dual off with Charlotte... anyone who watched h20 would understand. Charlotte was incredibly irritating and got away with too much during her time as a mermaid. she needs to be put in her place ASAP. though she does get her mermaid ability and powers stripped away from her, the mermaid dual still needs to happen.

you and your friends swim to [insert place of interest]. you can script that all the parents go on some cruise (a 1 week trip in general) and that's how you get away with this secret trip. you guys can swim to the bahamas, hawaii, etc! i'm really not sure about how you'd be able to bring things if you wanted to but... you got it!

you save your s/o as a mermaid. script that you save your s/o from his boat breaking down etc. and he catches a glimpse of your eyes in the moonlight but doesn't remember anything after that. mind you, he doesn't have any idea of who you are and only can remember your eyes. OMG a perfect start to a romance.

pranks on Lewis. i think it would be funny to mess with his line while he's fishing, make his boat stall, and or make his boat go extremely fast to see how he reacts. i think it's a fair trade for his little mermaid tests.

you and your friends go on a swim to collect shells. imagine how many cool shells you can find and maybe you guys can make cool necklaces too. definitely a cool gift idea!

i'm still real serious about that Charlotte one fr. anyway, thanks for reading this. i really want to make more like this. i used to make a lot on amino and i saw that a lot of people loved it. i hope this gave you some cool ideas and if you have anymore, feel free to comment! as always, Happy Shifting!

xoxo, c.

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tunahaswares · 1 year

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- Lucien Flavius headcanons .

Lucien is book smart but absolutely not people smart. if you ask if he's flirting with you when he talks to you the first time, he stammers over his words and makes it sound *even worse*, which is so dorky and adorable to me. He knows a lot about history and random facts about the Dwemer, but he doesn't know how to adapt that knowledge to people. I mean, what he knows doesn't even begin to translate to socializing.

But he's still so naturally charismatic in a silly goofy way. He sings songs, does rhyming games with Inigo, tells you scary stories by the fire, etc etc. He has RIZZ he just doesn't know how to use it. or that it even exists.

(This man giggles and tells me I made him blush and I'M FUMBLING SO HARD IM TAKING SCREENSHOT AFTER SCREENSHOT- he did a little idle pose where he tilted his head and I squawked like a bird in shock.)

and his REACTION when you activate the lover stone.... whatever he says, he ends it with "not that I... ah..." like he's gonna say "not that I'm not interested in you!" or whatever. I forget the specifics of what he said, but he's saying the stone is better for the player and not for him, and is just generally embarrassed. I'd wager he's never been in a relationship before. He's always been study study study, books books books. And daydream daydream DAYDREAM.

Good lord his head's in the clouds sometimes. He's also confident in a weird way? Like he has self doubt, evident by how he asks Inigo "do you think I'm useful?". But when you kill your third dragon with him, he makes an off handed comment and calls your team "team Lucien". so he definitely has a fully fed ego from his very loving parents who gave him EVERYTHING. It's not like he ever asked his parents for dating advice, though. He never thought he'd need it!

So here he is, fumbling and turning bright red as he tries to convey his feelings.

"Well... you see, what I wanted to talk to you about was, I think I'm... No, I know I'm- would that even be the right word? I do really like you but can I even call it that? i-"

and he goes on and on. Can he say it? can he just say he's in love? isn't that a strong word?the poor guy is losing it.

I'ma just kiss him to shut him up fr fr

anyways.

He's totally a little spoon. He's barely even toned. Skinny and short, he needs to be protected and kept warm! Skyrim is a harsh land, very cold! He over thinks romantic gestures though. and affection.

He wants to hold your hand but "oooh is that okay? should he ask or would that be weird? but you're so stunning illuminated by the campfire... maybe he wants to kiss you instead - NO too much!" It gets him blushing just thinking about making a move like that!!!!

Oftentimes he will ask and need to be reassured he's doing the right thing by asking, or told he doesn't have to ask. depending on personal preference, ofc.

He's a darling angel. Don't worry, he gains confidence overtime! He can kiss you on the cheek and not feel like he's gonna explode! he still gets embarrassed, especially if you tease him over it.

"Aawww, still in love with me, Flavius?"

"Oh gods, not this again..."

You could never annoy him, even if his tone says otherwise. He gets frustrated being teased, but that's just overcooked embarrassment if you think abt it.

Loves pda but would never admit it... he feels comforted by it, just as long as it's not too much.

Hold his hand or wrap your arm around his waist. Bonus points if you do this while in windhelm. hates that fucking city, but LOVES showing u off to the Nords... look he's dating the fucking last dragonborn and ur not... who's the milk drinker now huh bitch???

Lucien loves to just relax after a long day. Reading to you is his favorite. He'll even try to cook dinner for the both of you if you're too tired after a whole days worth of preventing dragons from singing his ass.

As you fall asleep, head resting on his lap as he reads to you, Lucien will silently stroke your face and close his book.

And just… sit there. Admiring you. How did he ever get so lucky? You've saved him more time than he could count… He hopes his love is enough to repay you for that.

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wrote this on discord in midst of a ramble lol. Y'all deserve it tho

#elder scrolls #skyrim #lucien flavius #Lucien #the elder scrolls #skyrim mods #skyrim lucien #lucien x reader #lucien flavius x reader

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ratasum · 2 days

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Ugh okay. Some thoughts. I have specifically tagged this as soto critical so that if you enjoyed it, you know what you're getting into. These are my opinions. If you enjoyed it I genuinely am thrilled for you, no sarcasm at all, but my usual disclaimer remains that I did not. I'm not gonna come at you or attack you for enjoying it, I promise; we all have different opinions and that is good and valid.

(Not that I hated it entirely; I actually love a lot about it. I just was not thrilled with everything in the end.)

I've also specifically censored names so they don't show up in those characters tags to the best of my ability.

First I'd like to go over what I actually really did enjoy:

The new maps are visually stunning. I'm on the fence about the heavy reliance on Skyscales, but they're creative and interesting to look at and fun to explore.

Love P*itha (though not like that I just think she's Neat I need to clarify that) and the Krypt*s. Really wish we could've spent a lot more time digging into the power structure there but I like that they think WE'RE the ugly ones.

I've been gnawing on the shadiness and cult-like nature of the Astr*l Ward since the jump and am really hopeful their behavior gets treated with the gravity it genuinely deserves.

It was nice to see Z*jja again, even if my opinion of how she was handled is... well. We'll get to that below.

The W*zard Vault is a HUGE improvement over the daily system, don't @ me. Love being able to spend my fun bucks on whatever I want whenever I want without being bogged down in "ugh it's x days until I can get clovers or a tome."

I'm keeping R'tch*kk, Glade, and Z*zel. Fr*de too. And L*hr. No one can stop me.

All that being said...

Glad they admitted they bit off FAR too much. SotO felt too big for its britches after the first drop, and what could've been really interesting things got shoved into closets and out windows to make way to hurry along to the next beat. Everything was equal parts rushed and a slog, lore buried in journal and hidden text over and over and over. The pacing was absurd.

To say nothing about how miserably they flubbed Z*jja's story. What could've been a really interesting dive into what she went through as she maybe journeyed into and through Nay*s with us, her going through a will she won't she until deciding in the end that maybe ascension was the best option? Nothing. Hurriedly mind wiped off screen before the second drop even hit and shoved completely out of the narrative with barely any relevance to the story as it stood, despite how loudly anet banged the pots and pans of how super big and important her arc was.

You literally could replace her with a lamp and it would change practically nothing about the story. She wasn't even relevant to the greater story at all. Why was she even there?

To say nothing about those really juicy drops of how shady the Astral Ward was, between the bits in the fractals, G*lrath's threat, the "something has gone wrong" status effect at the end of the third drop, and none of that was followed through on.

And I say this as someone who loved the first drop immensely, liked what we were seeing, was genuinely intrigued... and then nothing.

I really wish we could've either stuck with the ward, or had the ward be barely introduced before being tossed into Nay*s and spending most of our time there so that we didn't have all this setup that felt like it dangled.

I'm glad to see they took the criticisms on the pacing and story content to heart, though, and maybe it'll improve. Still feeling a bit stung, and there's a LOT I'm still planning on rewriting (gonna tweak some stuff with the knowledge we'll be addressing the ward again... hopefully. Z*jja's still not there though sorry not sorry anet).

I'll remain cautiously optimistic in the meantime.

#bunny rambles #soto critical #spoiler #spoilers #made unrebloggable for personal reasons #I'm gonna remain EXTREMELY tentatively cautiously optimistic #but that's the best I can offer sorry

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oneatlatime · 1 year

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The Winter Solstice part 2: Avatar Roku

This episode opens with a complete cul de sac of a conversation. I guess it was for character development? We already know Sokka and Katara are ride or die, but I like the idea of Appa getting to express opinions and be understood and listened to.

My thanks to this guy for moving the plot along.

Zuko is back to being an asshole. And he was so much more interesting last episode.

Zuko is only 16? I thought he was at least mid-twenties. He's in charge of a whole ship at 16. That's an alarming notion.

You know I haven't even met this firelord guy yet but something tells me that Iroh is right and Zuko is giving him too much credit. I'm kind of impressed by how much of a shadow the firelord character is casting over the show without even being introduced yet.

I don't get Katara's point here. It's too dangerous is exactly the reason they're there? It's a killer line but I don't think it makes sense? Also what is with their faces here? Sokka's poor teeth.

This asshole. I was hoping he was a single episode character. He's so good at being a villain that he undermines Zuko as the main villain. Although judging by the reaction of the guy on the left, Zhao's villainy is not typical of fire nation military. He's unusually evil. Also since when is Zuko a traitor? And why does Zhao wear a toga outside of his armour?

Going above the cloud ceiling actually made it worse. Did not see that coming. I have no knowledge of meteorology or whatever the relevant science is, but if they're high enough up to be above the cloud ceiling, shouldn't it be getting hard to breathe?

How. You know it's a good thing that airbenders were all monkly before they disappeared because I think they're all secretly one man armies.

Zhao is a butt, but he's a clever butt. Zuko probably would know more, although in this instance I don't know that he does? Unless that villager he kicked through the door told him. Actually that's probably why Zuko was so close on their tail. So yeah, Zhao is a clever butt.

I know the feeling buddy.

I know that feeling too.

Sokka very solidly being relegated to comic relief in this episode.

Surely if the temple was abandoned it wouldn't be so well swept? Or lit?

Airbenders once again being a one man army.

I was about to point out that there was no way they could know where they were going, but the show beat me to it. Points for self-deprecation.

Avatars can bend magma? Would that be earth bending? Or firebending because of the heat? Or waterbending because it's liquid? Actually, can water bending bend all liquids, or only water based ones? Could waterbenders bend oil? Can anyone?

I know as little about vulcanology as I know about meteorology, but wouldn't it be kind of hot walking there?

This sage's speech here is really well done. Worldbuilding, plus one hundred years of historical context, plus real world consequences to both the Avatar's disappearance and the firelords who took advantage of it. Of course the avatar never appearing would have consequences. Things have gotten warped. Also interesting that the sage uses the word 'hope.' What were they hoping for the next Avatar to do? Were the sages originally against a fire nation war? Were they hoping the avatar would appear and defeat the fire lord who started the war before it really got started? Has this 'Aang defeats the firelord' plan been in place for 100 years?

Sokka not being relegated to comic relief after all! I'd love to know the context of Sokka's dad inventing fake firebending and then feeling the need to pass it on to his son too. A party trick? Actually that would be pretty tasteless (or pretty gallows humour) given that they're southern water tribe.

How is this bridge still standing. Also pretty.

Sokka and Katara proving that they share a brain. Both a good plan, and a good save. Seeing them bounce off each other is always fun.

Momo has the most adorable sneeze!

"What took you so long?" Never has a rebuke been delivered in a more friendly way.

What is with the stairs in this temple? First Zuko can sneak up unheard, then Zhao and a whole crew/platoon/brigade/whatever shows up without anyone noticing? Is this temple carpeted?

So Aang has a maximum of about seven months to learn three other elements to a high enough standard to be able to defeat the firelord and whatever armies he brings with him. No pressure.

BADASS!!!!! You guys are screwed!!!!!!

Lava bending! Magma bending? Badass bending!

Momo saves the day! Did not see that coming!

This whole sequence is so good.

Zhao does not see nuance. Kind of satisfying to see that all the Fire sages are royally screwed. That's frankly quite realistic. Remember in school when one kid misbehaved so the whole class had to miss recess? Same energy from Zhao. Makes sense too: dictatorial empires are not interested in mercy or fairness.

I love the lighting on Zuko's boat. Very yummy textures.

And just like the southern air temple, this one also makes the correct decision and ends on silence.

Credits tell me that one of the voices this episode was done by someone with the abominably badass name of Clement von Frankenstein.

Can you believe these two shots are from the same episode? So pretty.

Final thoughts

I honestly forgot that this was part two of a two part episode. It was pretty much 1000% standalone.

This episode is also good. I think I preferred part 1, because the fire nation in general does get on my nerves a little. Part 1 had Zuko and Iroh being alternatively stupid and badass, which was fun to see. But I'm finding increasingly that Zuko and Iroh are not at all representative of the fire nation in general, and the fire nation in general annoys me. This episode is still really good, and it set up a whole lot for the rest of the season, but it also had Zhao the butt, so points off for that.

Sokka fell hundreds, if not thousands, of feet and is totally fine with it to the point where it never gets brought up again. As Sokka, or as Sokka's sister, I would have had to lie down for a bit after that.

Seeing Aang and company with the addition of the fire sage work as a team is fun, and I like how much understated yet important work Appa and Momo had to do this episode. Appa got them there safely through a hail of flaming whatever-those-were, Momo played Aang's shadow behind the firebending door and retrieved Appa when the temple was sinking, and Appa got them out of there again. They would be so lost without Appa.

There really wasn't much Katara this episode. There wasn't much Sokka either.

How are Aang and friends going to get out past the fire nation blockade again? How is Zuko?

The fact that Zuko is only 16 is something I'm going to have to turn over in my head for a bit. Learning that rattled me. I would say at first that he doesn't feel 16, but looking back at previous episodes with the knowledge of his age, I'm going to have to reevaluate all those times I called him an ass. Maybe he was just being 16. It feels crazy to put a 16 year old on a globetrotting manhunt and in charge of a ship, but this is a world where the Kyoshi warrior ladies are led by a girl Sokka's age, and a pair of teenagers are escorting a child avatar across the world with no adult supervision. Some of this is cartoon logic - it's a kids' show, so the heroes will be viewers' ages or close on, but also, every time I catch myself wondering where the responsible adults are, I have to remind myself that the war ate them up. I thought before this episode (when I thought Zuko was older) that it was a reflection of the state of the war that the fire nation had adults fighting while the other nations were reduced to relying on children/teenagers, but finding out Zuko is a teenager too puts a whole different spin on that. Seems this war has been universally destructive.

Zhao was determined to arrest Zuko (again, why is Zuko a traitor suddenly? Is it because he won the duel thing?) but the (bad) fire sages didn't try to stop Zuko; in fact they worked under his command. So I'm guessing Zhao's opinion of Zuko isn't the fire nation's opinion of him? Actually, is there any indication that the fire sages knew who Zuko was when he showed up?

This episode had good fights, lots of pretty heavy plot stuff and exposition stuff, both for what's coming and for the past and present state of their world. Not much in the way of humour, which makes sense given the subject matter. This episode could have devolved into an infodump, but it didn't.

I'm happy to see how consistently this show is sticking to the idea of consequences that can't be handwaved. Avatar disappears leads to fire sages losing hope. Fire nation going to war leads to previously non-partisan group getting twisted into serving the nation, to the point where they become the enemy of their previous purpose, which can be done to them partially because they have lost hope. Related: that one fire sage did not have to go against his fellow sages and his order's bastardised purpose. He could have taken the easy path, especially since the fire sages' purpose was changed long before he was born, probably. That's some impressive strength of character, to be loyal to an idea that basically died out before you were born. Given Zhao's general nature, all of the fire sages would have been arrested at the end of the episode regardless of what happened because Zhao had to have someone to blame, but that one sage couldn't know that. He's had weeks to come to a clear-eyed decision to betray the corrupt principles of his whole order/career/role. And he does! Good for him.

Now we have our ticking clock for the rest of the season. I loved what Roku said about how Aang will be able to learn the other bending styles because he's done it before. It establishes this permeability and connection between Aang and Roku, and maybe other avatars too. It kind of drives home that Aang isn't just a fun kid (although he absolutely is and I hope he never loses that), he's also something greater, bigger, older. He's like a cosmic entity, or a semi-divine being. And thank goodness he is such a goof, because a cosmic entity or a semi-divine being with unmatched and unmatchable skills and power that was also wrathful, or prideful, or any other negative quality, instead of a goofy happy peaceful kid would be apocalyptic.

That being said, this connection to Roku also goes kind of dark: how much of Aang is Aang? How much is an avatar an individual, as opposed to the sum of avatars that came before them? Can you separate the incarnation from the avatar? Will Aang ever get to belong to himself?

The fire sages are mostly quite old, and the last avatar was during their grandfathers' time. Is there anyone alive who remembers what it was like to live in a world where there is an avatar active? Bumi is very old, but he's Aang's age, so assuming becoming the avatar is something that happens when you're born or soon after, Bumi probably won't remember the last avatar. There was the old man from last episode that recognised Aang's airbender tattoos or clothes. Maybe he remembers the previous avatar? How closely do the last avatar dying and the air nomads getting wiped out coincide?

For that matter, even if Aang saves the world and gets reinstalled globally as the Avatar, does anyone know how to operate in a world where he's present? How do you address an avatar? Are you supposed to invite him to political events? Is he supposed to have a say in nations' internal conflicts? What is the avatar office and responsibilities in the human world? Is there even space for, or a need for, an avatar anymore, beyond the obvious 'defeat the fire nation' angle? What if, over the last century, people have taken over covering what were originally avatar responsibilities? Do those get given back to Aang? Are there any jobs that can only be performed by the avatar that have been left hanging for 100 years? How much clean up is Aang going to have to do? How many spirits like the black and white spirit from part 1 have been rampaging unpacified for a century? Are there whole swaths of the world made uninhabitable by unhappy spirits?

All the above questions could apply to a world that hasn't seen an airbender in a century too.

Also imagine how much it would have sucked being alive during the time when Aang originally should have appeared as the Avatar. Every new fire nation atrocity would have you thinking "surely this is the last straw that provokes the avatar into coming out into the open" and then, year after year, fire nation atrocity after fire nation atrocity, no one ever comes. I'd be so bitter.

The fire sage bringing up how long Aang has been gone made me think of something else: are Aang and Bumi the only people still living who know what it's like to live in peacetime? Everyone born in the last 100 years has been born into war. Forget about remembering how to live in a world with an avatar, or any airbenders, does anyone remember how to live in a world at peace?

Which makes it so fitting that it's Aang - one of two people who remember peace - that is being set up to defeat the firelord and if he does (rather, when he does - it's a kid's cartoon, the good guys are going to win somehow), it's going to be Aang, in his role as Avatar, who will be ideally placed to guide the world into transitioning to being at peace. I feel like it would be a different story if an avatar forged in war was being tasked with ending the war - for one, probably a much bloodier story. There's something quite poetic about one of the last people who remembers peace being the one destined to re-introduce/grant/give it to the rest of the world.

Looking back on what I wrote, I think I said more about random tangents that this episode made me think of than I said about the episode itself. Obviously it got me thinking. I guess that means it was good?

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar roku #avatar the last airbender

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ooh unpopular opinion time!

Mindreaders shouldn't have been able to mindread just dragons and scavs. It either should've been dragons only or most animals being able to be mindread by more powerful mindreaders. Seems pretty silly to have scavengers be the one exception, when, like, a lot of animals do still have emotions that can be mindread; they just don't have the same complexity as humans for the most part.

Turtle comes off as far more transfem than transmasc imo. Transfem Turtle is an under-appreciated headcanon in the fandom.

Deathbringer literally treats Glory the same way Undauntable treats Wren. It's just seen as cute and romantic with Deathbringer because Glory likes him back.

Darkstalker is a sympathetic villain and that doesn't make him morally grey in the slightest. You can sympathize with a villain while still acknowledging that they're pretty much pure evil.

Oh, on a related note, AUs where Peacemaker discovers he's Darkstalker aren't actually overrated. There's just a small minority of fans who like to say that it goes against the message of the book, when these AUs are often purposefully about pointing out the flawed messaging. And I have trouble believing Foeslayer would be a good mom to any of her dragonets, especially to the dragonet enchanted to be her "do-over" from the guy who killed her husband.

Luna's tapestry thing never really bothered me. What upset me was seeing the giant jump in character from being extremely ready and willing to fight to essentially being made into a pacifist because they needed to keep to the stereotypes.

Freedom was a bad choice of character plot-wise, but a lot of the people critiquing her just seemed to be picking on that she wasn't the perfect ever apologetic abuse survivor. Of course she's going along with what her abuser says, who's literally trapped her in his mind as a hatchling forever. At the same time, her pretty much suicide wasn't very impactful because... well, we never got time to get attached to her. She was just thrown in at the end to be a big emotional moment, and that's not really how character deaths work.

Yeah I agree with the mindreader bit. I'd love to see more unique and interesting bits with that.

I do love any sort of trans Turtle headcanons. Maybe I'm stupid but I just look at him and go: "he has no gender" and becomes just like me fr. Trans fem Turtle is so cool though,, oh you can do so much with that.

Imma be blunt and say I do like Undauntable and Wren's sort of dynamic, but as platonic. Same goes for Glorybringer. Take out the flirting and replace it with playful banter and make it platonic and you're golden. Glorybringer in its current state? Ehhhh....no thank you...

Precisely that. I love me my villains and objectively terrible characters who I WILL make relatable and hold traits the readers can identity with. Does that make them even remotely morally grey? No! It just means they have more complexity and depth than a piece of paper.

I refuse to believe Foeslayer, or Hope now, could go back to a somewhat normal life with Peacemaker. I've been itching to write a oneshot about that for a while. Also, good stuff with the other things. I just woke up and can't formulate thoughts as well lmao.

The tapestry thing bothers me a little cause it seems like Luna constantly harks back to it at the worst and most distracting bits. Not that much though. I just think it's funny to point at how much she mentions it. But, yeah, her character was pretty rushed.

On the topic of rushed characters...oh my god Freedom....you could've been so much better... But, yeah. People critique her and make her out like she's bad because she's not a perfect abuse victim who's always good. She's not that great of a character cause she doesn't have a natural and smooth arc of becoming redeemed and good. It just kinda suddenly happens. Also just because something made you cry doesn't automatically mean it's good.

#ask #ash

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