#duncan just wants to scare someone

[queatherine]

how i imagine the killer bass dynamic when bridgette was the last girl on the team

(im well aware harold would still be on the team at this point,, shhhh, I just think that these four <3) (still love harold too <3)

[fantasylandloser]

Winner

Pairing: Coach!Tashi x fem!Reader x Coach!Art

Warnings: 18+, smut, too filled with shame to proofread, dom!tashi, sub!art, sub!reader, mentions of spanking, tashi is so mean in this, art is basically a prop with minimal lines, idk

*******

Training with Tashi Duncan and her husband was an honor. You knew that. You did your very best to remember that; which was hard to do when she had days like this. 

“Are you scared of the fucking ball?” You shake your head, but you know better than that at this point. 

“Speak up!” You flinch before you can stop yourself. 

“No, I'm not scared of the ball.” You say.

“I would hope not- considering how long you’ve been doing this. That’d surely be a disappointment to your little fan club that you love so much. “ Tashi watched the way your eyebrows tinge only for a moment, at the mention of the onlookers who follow your career closely. 

It was no secret that you had a great appreciation for the love that they’d shown you, but it was almost like you were completely unaware of how quickly it would be gone if you weren’t up to par at all times. 

From afar Art watched the scene play out. You were the player that Tashi was the hardest on. He was sure it was to do with the fact that you were just like her. Well except for the fact that you lacked confidence in your abilities. Another reason she was hard on you. She wouldn’t see your potential wasted. But you worked hard like her, tennis was the love of your life like her. 

He watched as Tashi served to you, intense and laser focused. Then you, playing back with the same intensity and just as passionate. It’s almost magical to watch until you hesitate and miss the ball. 

Tashi’s on your ass before the ball can even hit the ground. “What’s wrong with you? Why aren’t you in it?” 

You stammer a reply that Art can’t hear. Probably an apology. His feet are moving closer before he can even think of a reason why. 

“No, tell me. What’s got you so off your game lately? Because you’re not going to fucking embarrass me at your next matches because you can’t get your head out your ass.”

“Tash lighten up.” He’s ignored which is to be expected. She stares at you intensely awaiting your answer. 

“How am I supposed to lighten up when she’s playing like she never held a racket before, huh?” Again she sees the twitch in your eyebrows. Good, you’re angry. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know-” Tashi holds up her hand. She doesn’t want your apology. 

“You know what- if you don’t want to tell me what the problem is,” She grabs your phone which has been continuously lighting up since you started. “I’m sure this will.’

You draw in a breath of air in surprise but you make no move to stop her. Your eyes wide at the invasion, but still ever so respectful even when your privacy is being violated. 

Almost immediately her eyebrows sprout up. “I thought we agreed on no boyfriends for this reason?” she shakes her head continuing to scroll through your phone as if it were hers. Art draws closer to her in interest, now intrigued about your phone as well, 

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You’re embarrassed, your grip on your racket tightening as you get angry at the way she’s shaming you.

“Obviously.” She mutters. She pauses a moment, both her and Art sharing a look and you know they’ve gotten to the most mortifying part. 

“Well if something would shake someone’s confidence it would be that.” You cringe, finally going to take your phone back only to be pushed back by Tashi.

“What did we talk about when it came to how you let people talk to you off the court and how it affects your game on the court?” You barely refrain from rolling your eyes.

“I can’t control what other people say” You can’t stop the edge in your voice. 

“But you can control what you say. You didn’t even try to stand up for yourself. This-” She shoves the phone at you with a picture of you half naked with the word unfuckable, in the center of the screen. “Is pathetic. “ You look away when she starts scrolling more like you don’t already know the rest of the verbal assault that had been issued towards you, and then a video of your so-called boyfriend with your next opponent and the lewd graphics that came with it. 

“What the fuck am I supposed to say to that?” You don’t mean for your response to be so angry. Or for the hot tears that started burning your eyes to fall. But the frustrations of your day had started to take a toll on you. So when you finally snatch your phone back from Tashi and get ready to storm off you miss the pleased look on her face. Art doesn’t though, he almost shakes his head knowing it was her intention to rile you up in the first place.

She raises an eyebrow at him, and just as she expects him to, he wraps his arm around you and pulls you close. The perfect good cop. “It’s okay, kid.” You’re tense in his arms, it reminds him of the times he’s tried to comfort Tashi and she wouldn’t allow it, but after a few moments of him rubbing your back you finally relax. .

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” You start, but Tashi interrupts. 

“Apologize for standing up for yourself and I’ll make you run until you pass out.” You wipe your eyes roughly and nod. Stepping away from Art’s hug and trying your best to put your game face back on. 

“You got that out of your system now?” You nod again, but after a pointed gaze you speak.

“Yes.” 

“Good now let’s talk about how you respond to this kind of bad sportsmanship.” 

******

The outfit Tashi has you in, is just barely appropriate, You look focused, despite the whistles you’ve received on your way in. You look a little angry actually. 

Art glances at Tashi beside him, who looks all too pleased. “What’d you do?” 

“I didn’t have to do anything.” She’s almost bragging. He follows her line of sight to Tashi’s opponent and sees her and your not boyfriend smirking at you. 

He wants to ask Tashi if she thinks this will shake your confidence more, but then he looks back at you laser focused as you stretch and he decides not to question it. 

The match starts off intense with your serve. Your opponent looks surprised and even though she quickly recovers. Art can tell that this will be a win for you even though he knows Tashi despises that kind of over confident thinking. 

As the match continues Tashi is gripping her seat for support. So enthralled in the game and invested in the fearlessness you’re displaying she can barely contain herself. 

At one point during a break you’re caught trash talking your opponent. Tashi is sure to get you for it later. Even though the only thing she hears clearly is “enjoy my sloppy seconds” with a saccharine smile on your face. The deduction you receive is definitely worth it. 

When you win as expected. Tashi is nearly buzzing and Art can’t hold back his excitement either. 

****

“See this is what happens when you’re a winner.” Tashi tells you. She quite literally holding Art’s balls as he fucks into you. 

“Winners are fuckable, tell her Art.” He gasps, feeling her squeeze him. 

“Fuck-” He breathes. “Did so good.” You spasm around him at the praise, pulling a loud groan from him. “Knew you were gonna win, kid.”

Your whines and whimpers are muffled by Tashi’s hand. “Fuck her faster, she’s gonna come.” Art obeys immediately despite the fact that he is much too close himself. Your eyes roll back at the change of pace. 

“There you go.” She squeezes Art’s balls once you start cumming so that he can too. He tries to pull himself out of you before but he can’t and leaves a sticky mess all over your cunt. “Fuck”

Tashi mounts you before you can stop twitching, lining her pussy up with yours, holding your leg over her shoulder. “Now next time I tell you to do something,, you’ll listen to me.” She starts slowly, spreading the mixture of both you and Art’s orgasm on both of you. 

“Isn’t that right?” You nodding makes her speed up, giving you that look of disapproval. 

“Use your words.”

“Yes, yes, yes I’ll listen to you.”

“Yeah I know you will, because now you know what good girls get.” She continues to grind against you skilfully.

“And next time you don’t listen to me-” You feel your core tense up again. “I will spank you until you cry.” Just like that you’re gone again. The masochistic side of you envisioning the picture that will haunt your fantasies until you get it. 

You don’t realize the loud moan you hear is you, until Art is kissing you sloppily to silence your cries. ‘You like that don’t you?” You hear Tashi say. You want to tell her yes but you can’t with Art’s tongue down your throat. You think she knows the answer anyway.

The contrast between the way that Tashi is fucking you so vigorously and the slow kisses Art is giving you puts your head in a spin. On top of that your overstimulated clit is making it hard for you to think at all. 

“Coach please-” You beg. “My pussy can’t;” You’re cut off immediately. 

“Who knows what's best for you? Me or you?”

“You!” By this time tears are flowing down your face, as you feel another orgasm building all too quickly. Art wipes them, then moves his hands down to pinch your nipples. 

“Exactly. Now cum.”

[luvz-me]

being at the last year of your sports medicine university course abroad in america was like a dream come true. but in all honesty you just wanted it to be over and quick. the prospect of having to intern at a random clinic for three months wasn't appealing at all. you made sure to send your cv to different physiotherapy clinics, gyms, sports clubs but still no answer.

watching all your colleagues start earlier than you was discouraging until one afternoon, after watching 2 boring movies a guy at a club told you to watch last night you got a call.

someone with a very poised voice starts talking almost immediately, "good afternoon, i'm speaking on behalf of the sports clinic and i was wondering if you'd be available for an interview tomorrow morning regarding your internship application?"

you almost envied the way there wasn't any hint of nervousness in their voice. it was almost immediate the way you accepted the offer, in all honesty you just wanted to get it over with.

you started your internship there after almost a week until one day, by the evening you witnessed something you never thought you would. tashi fucking duncan walking in the clinic right as you were about to leave. you felt your stomach turn, not in the bad way, but in the - what the fuck, did i hit my head somewhere and wake up in an alternate universe? - way. your anxiety making you want to throw up seeing one of the people you wrote countless essays about stand before you.

"i'm looking to book a sports physician. medium term for art donaldson, need them to be able to come in-house monday through friday." you heard her say to the receptionist, blunt yet always polite. one of your idols standing just a few meters away from you made you weak at the knees. you were aware the clinic was well frequented but you never thought she'd be in your sight ever.

you looked at your nails, pondering if you should start biting them, regaining a bad habit just because you found yourself in a situation you couldn't control sounds very much like you but tashi probably would think that's gross so you stop.

a client you had been assigned to arrives and you curse yourself out for not being able to keep listening to the conversation anymore. the day never ended. each glance you took at the clock just seemed like you were stopped in time. sighing while helping the elder woman stretch her upper body and muttering some words of praise, explaining to her that she'd have to keep coming for at least one more week so the pain could dissipate. you flashed her a smile as she got up and said goodbye, thanking you endlessly for helping her ease the pain.

your supervisor had been watching you. giving some criticism on this session with the client. as you were about to leave she pulled you aside and informed you that starting tomorrow you'd be going to tashi duncans house.

everything inside was pristine, you were even scared to even lean against the furniture in fear you'd somehow break it. tashi had given you a quick house tour, her heels clacking on the hardwood floors as she warmed you up to her, occasionally telling jokes about herself and saying you reminded her of herself. when she was in college. you didn't really know what that meant but you decided to take it as a compliment, nervously fidgeting your fingers. art was nowhere to be seen up until you reached the gym area.

standing there, broad shoulders scrolling through his phone, distracted and flashing a smile towards his wife once she clears her throat and wraps an arm around his shoulder. introducing you to each other and leaving promptly, saying she had a meeting with her pr team and that she'd be back at 8 pm.

you swallow dry. standing there awkwardly with your backpack on your shoulders.

"so.. umm were gonna start with wall angels maybe. tashi told me thats your problem area right now" you blurted out, trying to sound as professional as possible "just. place your arms against the wall in a 90 degree angle and slowly straighten them"

art follows suit, standing against the wall awkwardly moving his arms up and down before asking "how old are you?" breaking the silence

"i'm 21" you mutter in surprise analysing his form and his toned shoulders, and arms.. and muscles. eyes narrowing trying to remind yourself that this is not one of your hookups, this is art fucking donaldson and you're here for an internship. at his house. in his fancy home gym. hes not yours to admire. "why?"

"ah.. just wanted to know" art shrugs, looking at you intently. he gets up suddenly, yet his movements are deliberate. you feel the knot tighten in your stomach, your pulse quicken as i looked at the man before me. "can you show me how to do it properly?" his voice drops to a lower tone and all you can do for a few seconds is flutter your lashes at him

"but this is pretty easy already, i don't know how to ex-"

"i said, i want you to show me" art cuts you off, his gaze literally burning through your skull

art mirrors your movements, his eyes never leaving yours. you hope he doesn't notice the slight tremble in your hands.

"like this?" he asks, his voice even softer now, almost a whisper.

you nod, your breath hitching. "yes, just like that. make sure to keep your back flat against the wall."

he follows your instructions, his body inching closer. you can feel the heat emanating from him, a stark contrast to the cool, clinical setting of the gym. there's a tension in the air, a charged silence that makes your heart race.

"you're good at this," he murmurs, his eyes darkening with an emotion you can't quite place

your cheeks flush, the compliment catching you off guard. "i appreciate that, mr. donaldson."

he moves closer, his body now just inches from yours. you can feel the magnetism between you, a pull that's impossible to ignore. his hand reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. the gesture is tender, almost too intimate for your professional setting. "it's art, yeah? call me art, i don't want to feel like an old fart" he grins

"i should… i should check your shoulder alignment," you stammer, trying to regain some semblance of professionalism. "you're a bit tight here," you say, your voice trembling slightly. "let me help you."

you guide him through a series of stretches, your hands lingering a bit longer than necessary on his shoulders, his back. the room feels smaller, the air thicker with each passing moment.

the session was over. finally. you gathered your things and slid your backpack over your shoulders. art's gaze is still on you and it's impossible not to feel it "are you in a hurry to leave?"

"umm, no i just. no im not in a hurry" you smile "just don't want to bother you anymore" your breath catches in your throat

"i was hoping we could talk a bit more. get to know each other better." he smirks. what the fuck "tashi told me some things about you but i think one on one conversation is far better" grabbing your hand and guiding you to a small resting area at the gym engaging in some superficial conversation about you while tracing circles in the back of your hand. you can't help but sigh. his hands becoming more and more pervasive, touching your thighs, reaching up up up until he's close to your crotch. a slight whine escapes your mouth. you're not focusing on the conversation at all.

"art, this is not-"

"tashi doesn't have to know" he replies knowing tashi knows damn well. hell, she even planned this for him. it wasn't her intention to scout a pretty little physiotherapist like you at first. but you were at the right place, at the right time. the moment she took a glance at you she knew she had to have you. it was a plus art needed help with his shoulders. his hands roaming on the waistband of your tight leggings, your mouth parting with a sigh. sigh that he takes as opportunity to crash his lips against yours. your eyes narrow at first and for a second you try to pull back but you don't really want to.

his fingers edging closer to your panties, the tightness of the leggings increasing the skin on skin contact. "aw you look so pretty with your lips parted. you wanna take my fingers in you don't you huh?" now hovering over you, caressing you over your top "fucking corrupt that little head of yours"

you can't help but let out a moan that sends him over the edge. sliding your leggings down caressing you over your panties. before pushing two fingers inside your mouth for you to suck. "you want this don't you baby?"

"mhm" you nod trying your hardest not to bite him when he uses his opposite hand to caress your sensitive nub. furrowing your eyebrows trying your hardest not to grab his arm. his calloused fingers leaving your plump mouth suddenly and making a 'pop' sound "but tashi might" cut off by the pads of his fingers circling your clit

"tashi doesn't mind" his voice hungry "im just helping you out yeah? we're just getting acquainted" one of his fingers teases your entrance slowly entering earning a sharp wince from you. the unfamiliar feeling slowly turning into pleasure as he slid it in and out "open your eyes f'me, let me see those pretty eyes"

you bite your lip staring at his face as he does such a lewd thing to you, and you let him. knowing he has a wife. somehow this made it even more arousing. whats wrong with you? "gonna add one more finger, fuck you're so tight around me, so good. i bet that clit would feel so good around my tongue" small tears cornering around your eyes. the soft noises leaving your lips only encouraging him to keep going.

"feels good huh baby?" he coos, his face edging closer and closer to your clit as your hips rise, only to stop once you're about to cum. abruptly sliding your panties back up along with your leggings.

this earns him a well deserved mewl. edging you like this. stopping when you were just so so close was just so mean of him. looking up at him just to see him lick your juices off his fingers, feeding them to you. "suck" he commands "don't be mad, i just need to make sure you come back for more sessions" fixing your hair and picking up your backpack from where you left it on the gym floor

[artydonsgf]

hi everyone here is art, tashi, and patrick with random headcanons i have of them<3 i have first time saying i love you headcanons coming up!

Art Donaldson

- incapable of fixing his face

- for example, if you guys are at a party n someone says something wild, he reacts SO viscerally

- literal whole body reaction

- extremely ticklish

- you found this out on accident, you were cuddling in bed and your foot poked him while you were adjusting yourself

- he reacted without meaning to and kicked you (not that hard)

- he felt so bad but you were dying from laughter, ofc he’s the ticklish type

- likes to bite you whenever you cuddle

- it started off as a joke but he genuinely loves to gently bite when you don’t expect it and hear your soft gasps in response

- it’s half because he thinks it’s cute n half because it kinda turns him on

- wants to impress you so bad that he’ll read up on something you like n then carefully drop it in the conversation

- he does it as nonchalantly as possible except it’s impossible for him to be truly nonchalant so he’s very obviously glancing at you with a small smile

- would unironically wear the i ❤️ my gf shirt

- little spoon champion

- likes when you’re little spoon but he LOVESSS when you’re big spoon

Tashi Duncan

- also totally incapable of fixing her face

- she can hide shock but she cannot hide dislike, if she doesn’t like something you will know

- hyperfixates on meals

- like she ate this breakfast wrap you randomly made for her for a month straight

- likes when you cook for her because she’ll stand behind you and hug you the whole time

- so dead serious about game night

- you are the love of her life but during game nights you are the enemy

- likes horror movies so she can cuddle up with you

- she’s not really that scared but it’s nice having you next to her when a jump scare pops up

- loves hand holding, she’ll seek out your hands n doesn’t even realize she’s doing it

- cute thing she does is she’ll craft backstories for random people you see walking down the street

- it’s hilarious because she gives very fleshed out background to people you see briefly

- “that guy? cheating on his wife with his secretary who’s also married and has a kid his age” she likes to make the stories messy

- will do anything to make you laugh, really truly obsessed with your face

Patrick Zweig

- he cannot whisper for the life of him

- sees a girl you had beef with in high school n he basically yells “oh my god is that the girl?? the one who had sex with your boyfriend??”

- it’s a mix of not caring n also just not being aware

- extreme tease but if you tease him back he’s heartbroken

- started doing this 👉🏽👈🏽 ironically just to fuck with you but he can’t stop doing it now

- “hey babe, can you please put my bag in the car?👉🏽👈🏽”

- it has consumed him

- extremely stubborn

- also very prideful, it absolutely kills him when he has to speak up n ask for something

- extreme staring problem

- if something crazy is happening in public, he’ll just stare even if it’s really obvious

- doesn’t let you carry your bag

- he can have 100 bags in his hands and he’ll still find a way to carry your little purse

just silly thoughts, enjoy!

[there-are-no-angels]

what i think every gen 1 total drama contestant’s type is

zeke: pretty girls (pretty boys?) eva: not too fond of romance sorry noah: idiots (affectionate) justin: idiots (derogatory) katie: whatever sadie said tyler: his girlfriend. obviously. izzy: either people who are scared of her or people who love her insanity. she will not date you if you are neutral on the topic cody: anyone but sierra beth: pretty boys (pretty girls?) sadie: whatever katie said courtney: boys she thinks she can fix (she cannot) harold: women who will actually just kill him trent: not sure bridgette: dudes with abs. girls with abs. she just wants to be carried around lindsay: her boyfriend. whatever his name was. dj: he is aroace to me geoff: surfers leshawna: you gotta be pathetic and sopping wet duncan: girls who hate the living guts out of him heather: definitely not alejandro or anything... gwen: people who understand her owen: people who understand him alejandro: he just wants someone to love him for who he is PLEASE sierra: CODYYY (or at least she thinks so. her type is actually people who match her insanity)

[k1sse-s]

TASHI DUNCAN

No boys allowed, only us.

› summary: you both still hold onto that little promise.

! warnings: fem!reader, no use of y/n, cursing

Please let me know if I forgot something! ˎˊ˗

› wc: 1.2k

Tashi’s arms curled around you, pulling you closer so you could rest against her. Listen to her heartbeat. Her legs tangled with yours, bodies pressed tight together as her hand slid up to your hair, fingers brushing through the locks and playing with them lightly.

She loved this, she craved this.

It was peaceful, the silence, the sound of your breath as your subtlety flushed cheek was pressed against her chest, her hand on your back tracing shapes against your skin. Alone and quiet.

“I’m going to be jealous of your future boyfriend.” You didn’t know why you said that, but you knew it was true. You weren’t used to sharing Tashi with anyone, you couldn’t imagine her with anyone else but you.

The silence was interrupted by that single sentence.

‘It’s just a friendship, right?’ That thought didn’t leave your head as you murmured those words to her.

Tashi's fingers in your hair stilled for a moment, and you could hear the way her breath hitched. Her heart was thumping faster underneath your cheek, a steady beat. She didn't reply for a moment, and it was only a few seconds before she spoke up, voice low.

“Who said I want a boyfriend?” She picked the motions back up, resuming her gentle caresses across your back. Tashi could never be with anyone else. Not when you were there, and she knew it, deep down. But the thought seemed to unsettle her, as if she didn't even want the possibility of you being jealous of anyone.

“You know there’s gonna be some dumb dickhead you’re gonna fall in love with.” It was obvious, and even though you often joke about getting old together or marrying each other you know you’re serious. You don’t want a different life.

The thought of her with someone else, someone else's hands on her body, someone's else's lips on hers, makes your blood boil with something like possessiveness. She was yours. Even as a best friend. And you try to tell yourself you’re not selfish.

She finally lifted her hand away from you, moving to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear instead, the touch light and almost tentative, a stark contrast from the usual rough manner that was Tashi's style. “And you won’t?”

“I won’t.”

“That’s a lie.”

Voice flat, not buying your words at all. She was quiet for a moment, and you could almost sense the debate happening in her head, the argument between being logical and being emotional. The latter won.

The silence made your sudden urge to argue with her about it more intense, sudden urge to convince her you’re hers. She spoke before you could open your mouth and say words you’d probably regret. I want you. “You’re sure of that?”

Yes, you were so damn sure.

She wasn’t dumb. She’d always known that there was something that was a little bit more when it came to you — more than friendship, than just being best friends.

Still, she tried to deny herself the truth. To let herself keep pretending like this was normal.

“You know I’m always honest with you, dumbass.” Words left your lips that were forming into slight frown, giving her something like pout. Clearly to make her guilty for not believing you.

“Don’t give me that face.” She huffed out a short, quiet laugh at that, a hint of real amusement bleeding through her usual dry tone. Her hand flexed against your hair, as if she wanted to hold you tighter but was holding herself back. “I know, you couldn’t lie to me if you tried.”

You moved your head, so that your chin could rest between her tits. Eyes narrowed at the look at her face.

She loved you. It showed in her gaze, in her touch — the boys could never give you this, what she could give you.

“Do you think of our promise?” Your voice slightly hesitant, as if you were scared of embarrassing yourself in front of her, even when you’ve done that plenty of times already.

What if she doesn’t remember? What if it wasn’t serious to her? What if she thinks it was just a dumb joke?

“You know, that one we made as a kids.”

No boys allowed, only us.

Tashi doesn't speak for a few long moments, her eyes roaming over your face. She was quiet and contemplative, as if she was thinking back to when you'd made that promise. Her gaze softened, eyes going uncharacteristically gentle for a few moments.

"Yeah, I remember.” She insisted, voice quiet. She doesn’t move to push you away, doesn’t laugh or brush it off as a simple, childish promise. “No boys allowed.”

“Only us.”

She could easily see the way you were pressing closer to her, the way those words made you cling to her just a little bit tighter, your body more relaxed. There was a subtle ache that went through her chest when she saw that, mixed with something else that she couldn’t quite place. “You and me, like it’s always been.”

There was a moment of silence as the two of you lay in the bed together.

Tashi’s breathing remained steady as your head rested between her boobs, her hands still in your hair and stroking gently. No boys allowed. The words had been echoing in her mind since leaving your mouth, causing her chest to feel strange, almost constricting. There was a feeling building up in the pit of her stomach, one that is all too familiar to her.

“I thought you were joking when you said that first time.” She added on. And her words took you by surprise, though her was still soft. She sounds like this only with you — voice soft, more vulnerable than her usual sharp sarcasm, and it’s a sight that only you got to see ever since her childhood. Eyes lowering to the gold necklace on her neck. It glimmered with the yellow light in the room. “But you were serious, weren’t you?”

“Yeah.” Small whisper left your lips. Of course you were serious, you always are. Always worried about her, always thinking about her. “I was serious.”

“You know what that promise entails, right?”

“I think I know.” This soft sigh betraying your efforts with trying to not get into that kind of conversation with her. You guys weren’t kids no more, and that thought terrified you.

“Say it.”

She sounded almost desperate for a moment, like she was desperate to hear the words from you, to know that you were still in this with her. To know that you were still there. To know you won’t leave her alone with this.

Your expression hardened. It was almost like she was giving you a challenge and assumed your failure from the start. “No boyfriends.”

“And no girlfriends.” You can almost hear the smirk in her voice as she echoed your words. “No stupid boys or girls who’ll try to pull us apart.”

“There was no talk about girls.” You mumbled, chuckle leaving your slightly parted lips. It’s not like you’re bothered by it.

“You’d never look at a girl anyways.” Right, she was the only girl — person, worth something in your eyes. “I’m not letting some dumbass girl come between us.”

Okay, so maybe it’s no boys and no girls allowed, only us.

[epomanias]

wait, they don't love you like i love you — t.duncan

summary: after ten years of friendship, tashi still hasn't realized that you'd treat her better than any man could

contains: fluffy drabble, wlw relationship, tashi getting the love she deserves<3, artrick shade (i still love them i swear)

“It’s just- Fuck, they piss me off more than you could imagine. It’s always some new bullshit, I’m sick of it.” Tashi swears, throwing herself down next to where you’ve perched yourself on her bed. She was angry about something Art and Patrick had done, as per usual. They’d all been fighting a lot more lately—something about tennis, of course. You tried to pay attention to her rants, but there was only one thing you could take out of them; they didn’t deserve her. Never did, never will.

“You don’t have to be with them, you-”

“Obviously I fucking know that.” She interjects, scowling. “It’s not being with them, I mean— I’m happy most of the time, I guess. It’s just once they start— I don’t know. It’s complicated. Tashi rubs a hand across her face in annoyance, sighing at her own words. Seeing her like this, seeing her with them makes your heart ache. It always hurt watching her skip from guy to guy, telling you stories about how great they were to her until suddenly they weren’t. Art and Patrick were no different, despite them clearly thinking they were.

“You deserve better. You know that, right? You should know that.” You murmur, hand instinctively falling to rest on her knee. “These guys, they never do enough for you. You deserve someone who would burn the world for you.” Tashi scoffs, rolling her eyes dramatically.

“Yeah, like who?”

Your grip on her knee tightens. You stay silent, watching her with wide eyes, praying that for once she’d see what's right in front of her—you. Tashi glances at you, breath hitching. The yearning, the desperation on your face, it’s obvious what you’re trying to tell her. 

“Do I have to say it?” You whisper, instinctively leaning closer. Tashi follows your lead, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear—her hand falling to cup your jaw.

“Can I-”

“Please.” You interject, longing seeping into your tone. She doesn’t waste time, she never does, locking her soft lips with yours. It’s like poetry, your hands running through her hair, Tashi’s reaching your hips, pulling you onto her—every movement you make says something, every action is a conversation. You feel her, truly feel her, her yearning, her hurt, everything she’s ever hidden from you. When her tongue breaches your mouth, you practically melt. Everything you’ve ever wanted, you had in your arms. When you finally have to break apart for air, your hands fall to her sides—gripping her tightly as if she’d disappear if you’d let go.

“How long…” Tashi trails off, tracing shapes across your skin.

“Since we were twelve. Well, probably longer, but that’s when I realized.” You carefully watch her face, clinging to any movement that may show discomfort, but there is none. Her eyes are soft, softer than you’ve ever seen them, and for once in your life you feel seen.

“Are you…?”

“Yes.” Tashi doesn’t hesitate. “I was just scared to say anything.”

“Me too.” You smile softly, reaching to press your lips against hers again, but hesitating. 

“Art and Patrick?” She scoffs, shaking her head quickly. “They don’t matter. They never did, none of them. I’ll break it off tonight if you want me to.” You nod, unable to find the words to express how much you feel for her in that moment. She understands, though. She always has. Your eyes water slightly as you take in the situation—she loves you. Tashi Duncan actually loves you.

“Hey- no, don’t cry. Was it something I said?” Tashi rushes to wipe your eyes, nerves clear on her face.

“No, no, I’m just being stupid. Sorry.” You laugh breathily and push her hand away, grinning like an idiot. “I love you.”

She shakes her head, giggling back at you. “I love you too. Forever and always.”

“Forever and always.”

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[idciminlove]

Take a Slice

Part Six- Practice

f!reader x Tashi Duncan x Art Donaldson x Patrick Zweig

Cinnamonacid on AO3

Warnings- age gap, anxiety/performance anxiety, slight touchiness etc.

You have your first training session with Tashi.

𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟸𝚗𝚍

𝟸 𝙿𝙼

“Are you sure you don’t want to come? I could introduce you, have you watch or maybe she’ll even let you hit with me.” You said to Annelise, even though your eyes never left the mirror. You gazed at your figure in your outfit, tugging at your tennis skirt nervously. You hoped it wasn’t too much.

“You know I can’t come to your first practice. It would be unprofessional.”

“I know. But, I’m nervous.” You were terrified, actually. More scared than the last time you met with her. Maybe even more scared than when you played at the NCAA finals.You didn’t know Tashi was watching you then. But you know she’s watching you now. Your idol, studying your every move, coaching you and critiquing all your mistakes. It’s a lot.

She sighed softly and gazed up at you from where she was sitting, on your bed. “It’s okay to be nervous, remember? And you already met with her before, and that wasn’t so bad, right?”

“It was awful. I was shaking the whole time and rambling and it was so embarrassing. What if I mess up really badly today and she won’t want to train me anymore?” You catastrophized. Anneliese got to her feet, fixing your visor and cupping your cheek, making you look at her.

“That won’t happen. It doesn’t matter if you make a mistake today, in fact, you need that to learn and grow. You already did the hard part. Now, she’s going to help you.”

You let yourself relax in her touch while she caressed your cheek softly. She always knew what to say, always knew what to do, and always knew just how to touch you. How could you ever leave her?

She pressed a peck to your lips, before checking the time on her phone. “You better get going. The car will be here in five minutes.”

“Okay.” You sighed as she pulled away. “Walk me out there?”

“Sure.”

���

The tennis courts for the Tashi Duncan foundation were beautiful. Dark green and blue, surrounded by trimmed bushes and white picket fence. They were big and well cared for, even better quality than the ones at your college, not that it was surprising. Young girls trained on the courts beside you, coached by different officials. Tashi paid them no mind as she led you over to the empty court.

She sauntered over to the opposite side of the net, dragging a cart of tennis balls behind. You unzipped your bag and pulled out your racket, stretching your legs and arms. She picked up her own racket, and this all seemed so natural for her, so easy. Like she had been doing this her whole life. Like she was meant to be doing this. Like she was meant for tennis. You couldn’t help but wonder if she thought the same about you.

“I’ve already seen how you played at the past matches, but you haven’t trained with me before, so I just want to watch your mechanics up close. It’ll be simple. Just return my serves.” She plucked a ball from the cart.

“Simple.” You repeated under your breath. You tried to calm your shaking hands, loosening them around the racket. “It’s simple.”

You took two steps, hitting it back hard, a little too eager. You practically launched the ball with your backhand. It didn’t even hit the court, bouncing off the wall instead and rolling away.

You felt humiliated. You’ve been playing tennis for basically your whole life and when you really need to do something so simple, you have to mess up. She seemed surprised, but then let out a little laugh. “Relax.”

“It’s not that easy, Tash.” Someone chimed in.

You looked over your shoulder, seeing Art Donaldson standing by the court. Of fucking course. Yet another person you idolize witnessed you fumble something so basic. You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. You wanted to die.

The blonde gazed over at your coach intently, as if he was seeking permission. When she nodded in response, he entered the court, walking over to you. He was much taller in person. But he wasn’t as intimidating? It was weird, considering his career and everything he’s accomplished, everything he’s done. You should be shaking like how you were shaking when you met Tashi. But you weren’t. You couldn’t. Not when he smiled at you so kindly.

“Mr.Donaldson, I-”

He shook his head, waving you off. “Call me Art. Trust me, I know how intense coaching from Tashi can be. Here, is it okay if I touch you?”

“Uhm, yes.”

“Relax your hands.” He reached over and touched your fingers, rubbing your knuckles. His touch felt like fire against your skin. He moved away and gently brushed his hand over your shoulder. “And your shoulders. Just take three deep breaths, okay? Breathe in for five, hold for five, and breathe out for five.”

You tried to focus on your breathing and not how your idol/coaches’ ex-tennis star husband had touched you, and especially not how it made your stomach feel all fluttery inside. Surprisingly, it helped. It was nice to have a distraction, you supposed.

“There you go, good.” He spoke softly, watching as you took your third breath. “Now, try again.”

Tashi hit the ball to you and when you hit it back it was much smoother. It felt like you were back in control. Like you were yourself again.

“Thank you.”

“No problem. Have a good rest of your session.” He exited the court, waving goodbye.

–

Besides that little hiccup at the start, the rest of the session went by smoothly. Tashi went over your basic mechanics, how you hit the ball, how you served and when you went to return. She already started to give you some tips and adjustments to improve your game.

When you didn’t understand something she told you, or when you needed help visualizing, she would come over and help you herself, resting her hand over yours and moving your arms. Sometimes she would be so close that you could smell her expensive perfume and flowery shampoo and her hands were so soft it would make your heart race. You prayed that she couldn’t hear it, and couldn’t feel your pulse thumping on your wrist.

You beamed at all the praise she gave you, every “good job” or “yeah, you’re getting it” or even a “perfect.” It made you smile so hard that your cheeks hurt.

It’s normal for you to feel like this. She’s a devastatingly gorgeous woman, and you really admired her, and you were totally obsessed with her in the past. And maybe her husband made you a little nervous too, but it was the same with him. A very attractive man with an admirable career.

It wasn’t like you were going to act on it, or anything. It’s just a harmless crush, and you know nothing will come from it.

Nothing at all.

[anna-the-undertaker]

Im playing with an incorrect quote generator and I'm sharing them here. They are cracking me tf up.

Belphie: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to MC and not do the thing, Belphie: Well there’s a clear right answer here. Belphie: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*

Satan: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY- MC: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~ Satan: Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH- Lucifer, recording: This is so cute.

Beel: sSSSHIT- I BURNT MY LIP- Belphie: …Why the fuck would you even drink coffee with a METAL STRAW in the FIRST PLACE?? Beel: BECAUSE WE WERE OUT OF THE PLASTIC ONES!

Barbatos: Look, Satan, if you can fit your head down the gun’s barrel, you can assume it doesn’t have a non-lethal setting.

MC: Yes, I'm adopting Satan and you cowards can't tell me no!

Lucifer: *running towards Beel with open arms* Beel: *moves out of the way* Lucifer: Hey, why'd you move?! Beel: I thought you were going to attack me. Lucifer: I was going to hug you! Beel: Why would you hug me? Lucifer: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

Levi: The best way to gain someone's undying loyalty is by saving them from a perilous situation. Barbatos: So you're just gonna wait until MC is in danger and save them? Levi: Of course not, I'm going to create a situation that puts them in danger and then save them. Barbatos: … Barbatos: You're insane.

MC: We’re going to defeat you with the power of friendship. Belphie: We’re not friends. MC, holding an axe: We’re going to defeat you with the power of incredible violence.

Lucifer: You’re starting to look like me more and more every day— Satan: *Bursts into tears* Lucifer: Why are you crying? Satan: You’re ugly! I don’t want to look like you! *sobs*

*Satan and Mammon are texting* Satan: Who are you? Someone changed the names in my phone. Mammon: What did they change my name to? Satan: Chosen One. Mammon: Don’t change it back. Satan: BUT WHO ARE YOU?!?! Mammon: I’m the chosen one.

Mammon: "What are you into?" is such a broad question, like do I reply with a TV series or choking?

Belphie: Sorry I can’t be emotionally vulnerable with you it’d ruin the mystery.

Asmo: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are.

Mammon: What happened to your nose? Satan: I used it to break some guy's fist.

Mammon: Would it be discrimination to only hire employees at my doughnut shop who have the same name? MC: Legally, I don't believe that breaches any discrimination laws. Morally though… I don't know. Mammon: I believe god is on my side when it comes to Duncans' Doughnuts.

Mammon: Would anyone know any good vendors for professional-quality brass knuckles? Asmo: I know you’re serious, but you say the scariest shit sometimes.

Mammon: look Levi, I'm not slut shaming you but… Mammon: Actually yeah, I'm TOTALLY slut shaming you.

Lucifer: I am the left brain, I am the left brain. "I work really hard until my inevitable death" brain. You've got a job to do, you better do it right and the right way is with the left brain's might. Mammon: I LIKE OREOS AND PUSSY-

Satan: My expectations were low but holy fuck.

MC: *Texts a selfie to the group chat* Hey besties!! Mammon: *Texts a selfie clearly parodying MC's* hey besties !!1! MC: I literally hate you so much.

Satan: What's this? MC, hugging Satan: Affection! Satan: Disgusting. Satan: …Do it again.

Lucifer: I am going to need you to swear- Diavolo: Fuck. Lucifer: Lucifer: …swear as in promise.

Mammon: Pardon me, but it sounds like you’re questioning my authority! Lucifer: Not at all, Mammon. Merely your primitive methods.

MC: *cocks gun* Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat.

Levi: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this! Beel: Apparently, we're not.

Mammon: *Reading a letter* Satan: Well, what does it say? Mammon: It’s a confession letter. It turns out MC killed my pet rock.

Diavolo: Not to be nsfw but I want someone to hold me while I sleep.

MC: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Diavolo and Lucifer's convo? Asmo: Me. I'm in the laundry basket. Belphie: I'm in the washing machine. Barbatos: I'm in the closet. Asmo: We accept you Barbatos. <3 Barbatos: No I'm literally in the closet. Asmo: Love is love. <3

Belphie (brainstorming ideas for pranking Lucifer): How much would a serial killer mask possibly cost? MC: Well it’s hard to find a high-quality one made out of leather or silicone, but if you did find a good one like that it’d be a couple thousands of dollars. I can try to hook you up with one but I don’t know if I’d be very successful. Belphie: Huh, that’s pretty interesting actually- Wait, how the hell do you know that? MC: …I am very passionate about Halloween, Belphie.

Diavolo: I don't know, it's not my cup of tea. Satan: Well then whose is it? Diavolo, staring at a cup of tea: I don't know!

MC: What’s something you guys are better than Lucifer at? Mammon: Mario Kart. Satan: Yeah, video games. Levi: Emotional vulnerability.

Mammon: Can we talk about that mass email you sent? MC: Why? It was important. Mammon: All it says is, "I'm back on my shit". Diavolo, shrugging: The people need to know.

Mammon: Can you pass the salt? Asmo: Can you pass away? Mammon: Too much salt.

*talking on the phone* Mammon: Remember how I said that MC and I were gonna have a calm night out for once? Lucifer: Yeah… Mammon: Well, we’re in jail. Lucifer: *hangs up*

MC: Go to hell! Lucifer: Where do you think I come from?

MC: I see the red flags, I acknowledge that they're there, and then I completely ignore them.

Satan: We need a distraction. Lucifer: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises? Diavolo, whispering: My time has come.

Mammon: I don’t know, this plan seems complicated. Lucifer: You once said that about an orange. Mammon: They don’t make sense. Apples, you eat their clothes but oranges you don’t.

Diavolo: Mammon and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us. Asmo: What did you do? Diavolo: They chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window, and- Mammon: *walking in* Who wants a steering wheel?

[glassmermaids]

angel — t. duncan x fem!reader

basically a second/extended part to my sugar mommy blurb because I didn't lie when I said I couldn't stop thinking about it.

You've found yourself breaking out into laughter often these last few days, simply because the idea that you were where you are right now was enough to have you snickering softly to yourself. It all has felt like a dream you had no intention of waking up from, a life that once felt so fat out of reach now at the very tips of your fingers.

Like now — as you float aimlessly in the neon blue waters of the pool, you can't help but laugh to yourself because you're not just in any pool, but in a pool on the other side of the world, a private pool on an even more private estate, floating around as the hours tick away till you get to play in the arguably one of the biggest tournaments of your life.

The agreement of spending the few weeks at this impressive estate had come from a mindless comment you once made about not being a fan of hotels, and as if it was completely rational, Tashi had arranged the use of one of her vocational houses as accommodation for you. If it were anyone else, they would've just told you to suck it up for a few nights, but not her. The bizarre nature of the situation itself makes you laugh to yourself once again.

"What's so funny?" The voice startles you so bad you splutter around in the water like someone who's close to drowning, head briefly disappearing under the water before it reappears again and you finally find your footing. Tashi stands close to the edge of the pool as she looks down at you in the water. "You alright?" she asks with a small smile, and you almost want to push your head back under water, just to escape the way she looks at you. "I'm fine," you say, pushing hair from your forehead where it sticks to your skin, "you just startled me a little."

"I'm sorry," she says softly as she makes her way to the edge of the pool. She crouches down briefly, taking off her shoes before she sits down completely and dips her feet into the cold water. Wordlessly, you swim a little closer until you're nearly at the edge where she sits, just out of her reach.

"Your shoulder still hurt?" she asks looking over at the medical tape that now hung by a thread, strategically fastened around your shoulder. "Not really," you say, rolling the joint a few times for good measure.

She nods wordlessly, eyes following the soft ripples of the water around you until they find yours again. Her eyes are like deep pits of brown that pull you into their depths and keep you there, not allowing you any chance to ever escape. Not that you'd want to anyway, because there's something very special about being under Tashi's gaze, a very special feeling that runs through your body like static and makes you feel things you're too scared to ever admit aloud.

You feel it when she watches you practice, scrutinizing every move untill theres nothing left to scrutinize. You feel it when her eyes follow your rapid and precise movements on court, the scalding and unforgiving sun only thing that can combat the heat of her unwavering gaze.

And you feel it now as she stares at you while you aimlessly float around in her pool. The feeling is heavy as it hangs in the air between you and unspoken, and it makes any possible words lodge in your throat, any rushed confession or admission stuck right there. So instead of letting those unspoken words hang in the air, you say the next best thing that comes to mind.

"I need a new laptop."

Tashi only nods in understanding and lets out a affirmative hum. "Okay," she says softly, "we'll take care of that once we get back home, okay?" You want to scream at the way she simply complies, you want to pull her into the pool and grab her by the shoulders and shake her, screaming at her and pleading for her to tell you what is was she was doing to you. What this wordless agreement between you has come to, why she does the things she does, if she feels even a fraction of what you're feeling. But you don't say any of that, instead you laugh again, this time with no real humor in your dry tone.

"Do you know what my friends call you?" you ask softly, voice a mix between humor and extreme sorrow.

"A bitch?" she answers with a scoff and you can't help but giggle a little at that. "No," you say (they have called her that, you'd never tell her that, though) "They call you my sugar mommy," you say, the words bittersweet in your mouth now that they no longer sat lodged in your throat.

It's silent for a few moments after that, and for every quiet second that passes, you can physically feel the way your heartbeat speeds up rapidly as if trying to escape the comfort of your chest. Your stomach is twisting in knots, and your first instinct is to run away, jump right out of the pool with some lame excuse, and make your way to your bed to call it a night. But you're tired of running, so instead, you're silently moving in the water until your practically between her legs, watching as her gaze shifts from her feet in the water to your face as you stare up at her expectantly.

"What do you think about that, Tashi?" you ask bodly, mentally giving yourself a pat on the shoulder for not cowering away from the situation. You've long since given up on trying to call her Miss Duncan or even Misses Donaldson before that, it never felt right anyway.

"What do you think about that?" she finally speaks, but you only shrug dismissively. "I asked you first," you retort, once again getting lost in the endless abyss of her eyes. She once again stays silent, hand rising from where it had been gripping the edge of the pool and meeting the side of your face with a gentle touch. Her other hand mimics the movement, and she gently moves the hair from your cheeks, smoothing it behind your ears before her hands return to the sides of your face, and she simply holds you in her embrace as if you're made of glass or some other precious stone.

The bright blue from the pool casts the hue onto your face, and Tashi thinks you look otherworldly, like some kind of higher being out of a sci-fi movie or an angel she had the privilege of touching and embracing with her mortal hands. She feels the coldness seep through her jeans from where you now grip her upper legs, eyes looking at her pleadingly, begging her to give you any reprieve from the torture she's unknowingly put you through.

That reprieve is found at the feeling of her pulling your face closer until your lips finally meet in a kiss. It's soft and timid, and it's everything you've ever wanted and needed. You could cry at how good it feels, hands unknowingly gripping her thighs so hard your nails might just tear through the denim. You open your mouth for her without a second thought and when she deepens the kiss you're preening, a neady moan escaping your mouth and right into hers.

Suddenly, she's pulling away, and you feel like you could sob. She watches the way you try to chase her lips, eyes only opening once you notice she had pulled away almost completely, the warmth of her hands still permeating through the skin of your cheeks. She takes a moment to really take in your features; your lashes still wet from the water and soon wet from the unshed tears that now sat shallow in your lashline along with the sad pout on your lips, mouth sealed yet ready to beg if necessary.

"Please don't be up too late, you have a big day tomorrow," she says softly, hands retracting from your face and already you miss the heat against your cheeks. You already miss the way her lips feel against you. You're sputtering, thinking of anything to say to make her stay but she's already completely out of the water and grabbing her shoes, before she silently makes her way back inside, leaving you behind as the tears stain your now cold cheeks in wet tracks.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

For the One of Us au, the power of visions of past and future that u mentioned could have a lot of potential.

I imagine Reader has little, or maybe no, control over when, where, or what when it comes to their visions. They could get a vision of the end of the world while in algebra on Tuesday and then a vision of their friends' past dates while in the Danger Room on Wednesday.

For the big, important visions, like future attacks or potential threats, they warn the adults and the rest of the team, but for smaller visions, they leave it on a need to know basis because their friends need to learn and make mistakes. Tho reader may nudge them in the right direction.

I'm sorry did I say nudge? I meant SHOVE cause a reader with visions would ABSOLUTELY NO CHILL AT ALL.

Their powers aren't useful at all in combat. Everyone else can do something in a fight. But Reader doesn't, so they make themselves useful in everyday life.

The group knows Reader always has their best interests at heart, but it always throws them for a loop when their normally sweet friend suddenly starts acting really protective and aggressive.

When Duncan starts dating Jean and everyone tries to be polite, except for Scott and Reader. Scott's reasoning is obvious, and his dislike is mostly harmless. Reader? Is about 5 seconds away from biting Duncan and is actively crashing dates. (Reader knows he's a racist bully ass. They know what he'll do.)

There's a solid month where Reader kept crawling into Kurt's bed, snuggling him and following him around. At first, he just thinks they're just being cuddly, then everything about his birth and his mom and the experiments come out. Then, it's like oh, that's why.

Reader gets a vision of Logans past and has to deal with the fact they know more about this man than he does.

They get a vision of Jean getting kidnapped by Fred and decides to NEVER EVER LEAVE HER ALONE EVER. Seriously Jean how does this keep happening to you?!

Reader approaches Rogue first out of everyone cause they know she's Kurt sister and so desperately wants to show her she's not alone.

Ooooooo... I don't known if I'll choose this as the canon power for Reader in 🍁One Of Us🧡, but let's explore it for a minute, shall we? (If you want to explore the other potential powers and help figure it out, I'm okay with it! I like when anons and hivelings do so! Thank you for this ask, @sugar-soda!)

Reader is such a worried, odd friend. They seem to always know something about you, no matter if they've met you or have ever even heard of you. They sometimes stutter or mumble- other times they're loud and assertive- sometimes they're sweet as pie and cuddly- and sometimes they glare daggers at you like you murdered their goldfish. With Reader, no one ever knows what to expect.

Duncan, the school football star, for example, is given death glares, is given at least three shovel talks (complete with an angry/protective Scott for back-up), he's given notes telling him to break up with Jean or else, he's told to be a better person or he'll regret it, Reader outdoes him in the poetry club (he joined to impress Jean), etc. . The consensus is Reader, the school's go-to life advice person, despises him, and no one knows why... (Then Duncan amd Jean break up, and now everyone knows Reader knew somehow those two wouldn't work together...)

Reader is gentle and open with Rogue, the school goth girl and lone wolf, on the other hand. They hold the door open for her, they ask if she needs a break during group projects or study sessions, they scare creepy students away from her, they offer to walk her home when the Brotherhood teens left her a few days, they even give her space if she asks for it. No one gets it; why bother with someone they don't even know or seem to get along with? Until the next week Rogue is with the Xavier teens, eating lunch and sharing classes and being overall friendly amd cordial, and once again Reader seems to have known it was possible to be friends with her (the school wonders how that was possible...)

Then Reader tries to share food with Todd, who has an odd (really gross) smell and who steals from others, and no one in any clique can figure out what Reader is up to now. They just leave food for the toad-like teen, then go about their day. Todd eats it, enjoys it, and there's always three meals each day waiting by or in his locker, enough for him, and then later, enough for the other boys at the Brotherhood home. The Xavier teens can't figure out why, neither can the school, but Todd knows, and tells everyone to not mess with his friend/buddy, be it the jocks or the bullies or even his group (turns out the Brotherhood don't have a lot of money for meals, so Reader pulls together their cooking skills and leftover ingredients to make them enough food for each day. Todd knows this, and accepts it as a sign of friendship; Xavier in the end ends up sending them money for a food budget so Reader will leave them alone...)

Logan, tough as nails and deadly as a wolverine, is struggling with his nightmares and wakes up at night, not able or willing to fall back asleep, and wanders into the kitchen late at night. Except Reader is also there, and keeps him company, pushing a plate of meat over to their teacher/guardian and saying they couldn't sleep either. It becomes a ritual every Thursday night, the two of them sitting in silence sometimes, or watching some old western movies, sometimes Reader even opens about their past, saying it's okay to not remember certain parts of their trauma, and it's just as okay to one day remember it. If Logan needs a hug, they give it, if he needs quiet, they give it, if he's about to go out, Reader warns him to not chase stray cats or to jump headfirst into the unknown (the teens find it strange, and so does Logan, up until when Logan destroys the remains of the Weapon X labs and connects the dots Reader knows more than he does about his past, yet he's not mad, just worried about what they saw...)

H*ll, Reader even sees the past of Sabretooth during a mission where they fought the Acolytes and end up in a cave-in, and all they can do is stare at him with sad, haunted eyes and apologize for what he lost and what he's had to go through (the Acolytes think it's creepy at first, Magneto is suspicious, and at first Sabretooth is angry- until Reader reveals they know his life was hard, and they don't know the depth of how it feels, but they know what it feels like to be abandoned, and it isn't fair, even to him... and surprisingly he let's Reader walk away unscathed...) (Xavier and Storm and Logan then decide to keep Reader away from the more deadly adult members of the Brotherhood, in case their powers aren't as welcomed the next time...)

(You can bet if Reader says something, after awhile the teens start to listen and try to go down what they think is the right path... Of course, Reader is trying to stay on the path where everyone is happy and okay and alive, which is hard, considering how traumatized everyone else is, and how scared they are to lose the people they view as family... which does include Reader...)

[aoxql]

duncney headcanons

• courtney skis and duncan snowboards

• for prom, courtney goes ALL out and wears the prettiest dress , hair done and EVERYTHING. then duncan wears jorts and she’s so embarrassed.

• she 1000000% tutors him. he pays her for it.

• courtney dyes duncan’s hair for him and he always tries to convince her to match hair colours

• OMG they go on a date at the rollerskating rink and courtney’s an absolute pro and duncan doesn’t go on the rink and just watches her, and she gets annoyed and asks “why aren’t you skating??!!���. he makes a stupid excuse but she convinces him and when he goes out on the rink he falls on his ass. she teaches him how to roller skate though which is so cutie patootie.

• courtney’s a cat person and duncan’s a dog person

• courtney’s parents hate duncan and his parents love her

• courtney constantly calls him a softie.

• courtney babysits duncan’s little sister and he totally pesters her the whole time.

• courtney’s the hall monitor and she gives duncan detentions.

• whenever courtney catches duncan smoking she gives him a HUGE lecture on how bad it is for him (she’s scared it’ll kill him)

• duncan takes photos of courtney when she’s not looking and she shouts at him “DELETE THAT!!!” so he pretends to but keeps it in his hidden folder cz she looks pretty.

• they totally talk shit about people whenever they have sleepovers and side-eye each other when someone says something weird.

• duncan throws paper planes at courtney when they’re in class and she rolls her eyes and reads them (they’re love notes).

• whenever duncan gets shitfaced-drunk, he texts courtney a bunch of love confessions and usually proposes to her over text. she has to pick him up cause he’s 100% barfing and about to pass out.

• courtney shouts at duncan when he’s drinking something and doesn’t use a coaster. “USE A COASTER!!!!”

does anybody… want more of these…?😓 im makinf kb5 ones next !!!!!

😱 love yall

[ezekiel13]

MacCready headcanons:

(Tw for talks of disordered eating, PTSD, death and other Fallout-esque things)

- Man can cook!!! Back in Little Lamplight, all the kids knew how to cook, even if Eclair (and someone different before and after) was ‘the Chef’. After leaving Little Lamplight, he improved his skills quite a bit, and he would cook for him and Lucy. To add on- it’s something he taught Duncan before he fell ill, and when Duncan recovers, the pair cook together quite a bit.

- On the food point. He really, really likes old prewar packets of food. Part of it is that he thinks they taste good (I’m a big canned food fan myself) and the other part is that he doesn’t feel safe without something to eat on him, and that prepacked food is the safest, and often the cheapest

- When he was in the Commonwealth, he only really ate stuff others got for him or that he found/killed himself, but he never went out of his way to get himself food/drink. The only thing he’d really get himself was some alcohol if he’d had a particularly bad day/good payday. He would always feel bad afterwards anyway

- Basically all of his caps go to the Capital Wasteland and Duncan, he sends them via Daisy, in order to hire any doctors he can, and give something to the people who are looking after Duncan

- He’s got pretty good first aid knowledge, along with all the Lamplight kids, because they all learnt it, just to a lesser extent than Lucy and Red.M

- He’s pretty short, due to growing up malnourished and lacking Vitamin D because of the caves. He did not know he was short until he left Little Lamplight. To add to this, Lucy is significantly taller than him.

- Duncan is also quite small as a child, after becoming sick. However, once he recovers, he will have a growth spurt in his teens, and be much taller than MacCready. This frustrates him greatly

- MacCready really likes dogs. He wants to get a dog for Duncan. They do end up getting a dog- she’s named Rosie, and is best friends with Dogmeat. Rosie is one of the scrappy sort of wild dogs, and she is basically glued to Duncan’s side.

- He’s afraid of Feral Ghouls. They freak him out so much. He’s had panic attacks about them. He likes being high, so that they can’t reach him. This is linked to Lucy. It’s also distressing as he feels the most comfortable underground, due to his childhood.

- He always wears his hat to cover his Gunners tattoo (I know he doesn’t have one in game but he does to me.)

- On the topic of hats- one of his voice lines mentions that he wants a Minuteman hat. This w more of an expression of his desire to be better, like the Minutemen. But he does also think the hats are cool. They remind him of comic books

- MacCready is a fan of Preston but he’s also scared of him. A bit. He thinks it’s genuinely impressive, if naive, what Preston wants, and that Preston is the kind of guy he wants Duncan to become. He also likes Preston’s hat. When he first met Preston, he refused to talk to the guy. They both thought the other hated the other (MacCready because of himself being an ex-gunner, and Preston because “why won’t this guy talk to me? What did I do?” Eventually, they actually talk and it turns out that Preston is impressed that MacCready left the gunners, and that, while he disapproves of Mercenaries, he genuinely believes that MacCready doing the right thing for his son is good. When Duncan gets back, MacCready ends up working for the Minutemen, finally becoming the soldier he said he would be to Lucy.

Sorry this post got a bit Preston focussed. Oops

[this-is-what-makes-us-fandoms]

Alliance || Total Drama ||

After finding out Duncan cheated on you with Gwen, Alejandro offers you an alliance as revenge against Duncan. 

Pairing: Duncan x Reader x Alejandro 

Warnings: Cheating (not reader), fem implied reader 

Words: As I’m finally coming out of my writer’s block, I present this! Maybe a little self-indulgent because I like Alejandro and Duncan. Oops—Might make a second part if people like it though.

| Not my GIFs |

Your cheering for Cody ceased when Tyler blurted out the secret he’s been holding back. It took a moment to register in your head, not wanting to believe it. Duncan didn’t actually kiss Gwen, right? Your boyfriend and best friend wouldn’t have done that to you. It had to have been a strategy the other team came up with to throw you off. Pitting you against each other so you’d be distracted during the challenges. 

“Wait, what?” you ask, the distraction immediately working. 

“He said that Duncan kissed G—,” Alejandro repeated. 

You were quick to cut him off before turning to face Gwen. “I heard what he said! Gwen? Is that true?” 

She looked at you with guilt written all over her face that only confirmed it. She took a step back, as if expecting you to fight her. And for a moment you thought about it, anger quick to take over. Except heartbreak was quicker to hit when you fully accepted the situation. Your boyfriend and best friend kissed behind your back. 

You turned to look at Duncan who gave you a just as equally guilty look. You had hoped that by looking at him he’d shut down Tyler’s rumor. But when he looked away, you knew it was all true. Your heart cracked in your chest, and everyone was silent, waiting to see what you’d do. Both Duncan and Gwen watched you closely and you could see the fear on their faces. You never got mad or raised your voice, you were one of the few reasonable contestants on this show. It’s what made you so likable and kind of scary with everyone wondering if you’d ever snap. Today might just be the day. 

You turned to look at Cody who hadn’t moved yet, he was watching to see what happens next. No doubt scared that you might do something to Gwen. You kind of felt bad for him, he was sort of betrayed too. It can’t be fun knowing the girl you’ve been pining over kissed someone else. 

“Cody, start flying if you want to win this. Otherwise, if we lose, we’ll be voting Gwen off tonight,” you tell him. 

Your voice is eerily calm but it’s enough to set Cody flapping his poorly made wings. Your words made him determined to win, more so with his team agreeing with you. The Amazons won the challenge in the end which meant Gwen was safe for now. It also meant that Duncan had a chance to be voted off and although you were heartbroken, you didn’t want to see him go yet. 

Once your team is back in first class, you're left alone with your thoughts. And everyone wants to know what you’ll do to Gwen. Courtney is immediately giving you ideas, completely on your side. She had a crush on Duncan, but when he admitted he felt the same for you, she became your number one supporter. Which meant she was the embodiment of your anger now. 

“Hey, can we talk?” Gwen asks, approaching you with a guilty look on her face. 

“She has nothing to say to you!” Courtney exclaimed, standing in front of you. 

Gwen took a step back but looked over at you, nonetheless, silently pleading with you. Courtney looked at you too, arms crossed over her chest with a scowl on her face. You knew you should talk to her about this, but you didn’t want to. Not right now. 

“You heard her, I don’t have anything to say,” you repeat. 

She sighs heavily and walks away with a defeated look on her face. As much as she liked the kiss with Duncan, nothing could get rid of the guilt she felt. She hadn’t meant to betray you like that, it just sort of happened. At least, that’s how she likes to remember it. 

“We can so vote her off in the next challenge,” Courtney says once she’s gone. 

You shake your head, a defeated and broken look on your face. “It won’t change anything.” 

“No, but it’ll make you feel better. And it gives me an excuse to boot her out,” Courtney offers, trying to cheer you up. 

She liked you, which is rare for her, especially given the circumstances. This wasn’t exactly the place to make friends, but she became friends with you. You were the only person she’d deemed worthy enough to make it to the final two. Which is why she was angry for you. And maybe something else that she’d never admit. 

You offer a smile, strained but good enough to seem cheery. “I’d still rather play fair. If we happen to lose a challenge then whatever happens, happens.” 

That was enough for her, deciding to make your team purposely lose. People would suspect it from you but not from her. She could even get Sierra and Heather in on it. 

You wanted to be alone after, sneaking away from first class. You found a corner hidden away from everyone and sank down. Being alone meant you finally felt everything that just happened. Your boyfriend really kissed your best friend. You felt your heart crack inside your chest and the dam finally burst. 

You sobbed into your hands, using them to muffle whatever noises left you. It almost worked, had a certain someone not been snooping around. Alejandro found you in your corner crying your heart out. It’s exactly as he had hoped for. To get you alone and charm his way into your trust. Except standing in front of you now, he wasn’t so sure of his plan. 

“May I offer some comfort?” he asks, sitting beside you. 

You stop crying immediately and wipe your tear stained cheeks. You clear your throat and look away. “No, I’m fine. Completely fine.” 

“Of course, I didn’t mean to insinuate you weren’t,” he says, giving you a charming and gentle smile. 

You furrow your brows and stare at him, seeing straight through him. You didn’t trust Alejandro, from the beginning of this season. You saw what he did to Bridgette and LeShawna. You weren’t going to let him get to you the same way. 

“What do you want?” you ask. 

“My, I didn’t expect such a beautiful lady to be so harsh,” he places a hand over his heart and feigns being hurt. 

It makes you roll your eyes and cross your arms. “Listen, you may have everyone fooled but not me. And I’m not in the mood right now.” 

“I know,” he smiles again, this time showing his true intentions behind it. You were too smart for your own good and there was no point pretending. “But I figured now was as good a time as any.” 

“For?” 

“I propose an alliance between the two of us.” 

“You want an alliance with me? Why?” your eyes narrow and you’re even more weary of him. 

He was quiet for a moment, unsure of how to answer. What excuse could he say without giving away how he really felt? He didn’t want to admit that he actually felt bad and angered. No one should have ever broken your heart, much less someone like Duncan. But saying that out loud would mean having to admit how he felt. He wouldn’t. In a competition like this, feelings were a weakness. 

“To get back at Duncan, of course,” he answers. “If he sees us working together, it’ll irk him. Seeing you move on will definitely be a punch to the gut.” 

“Oh right, it’ll definitely be a punch to the gut when he’s making out with Gwen,” your voice cracks at the end, vision blurring. 

Alejandro’s heart wrenches at your sadness and anger bubbles in his chest. Duncan didn’t deserve you, not for a second. He abandoned you at the beginning of the competition and you just accepted him like it was nothing when he came back. He hated it and he hated you a little bit for it. Except now was his chance to get you to see him and forget about Duncan. 

He wraps an arm around your shoulders without thinking about it. Your pulled closer to him, facing him only inches away. “No offense, but you’re not exactly my type.” 

He laughs and gives you an ever so charming smile. “Don’t worry, that’s not my intention,” he lies. 

“And what are your intentions?” 

“It’s like I said, an alliance with you. Not only will it be revenge on Duncan but I’ll take you to the final two with me.” 

“Oh really? Why would you take me to the final two? I would’ve imagined you’d want someone like Heather.” 

“Heather? While she is lovely, she’s not my type. And I happen to like someone else,” he says, looking at you earnestly. 

Your heart skips a beat and you blame it on your bundled feelings. You push him away, making space between the two of you. Honestly, his deal sounded nice even if he ended up double crossing you. At least you could distract yourself from what Duncan and Gwen did. 

“Okay, on one condition. If you stab me in the back at any point, you vote yourself off.” 

He doesn’t even hesitate as he answers, all that matters is that he’s got you on his side. “Deal.” 

[pisscrossiant]

PART THREE OF MY DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS HEADCANONS BECAUSE IT'S MY CURRENT HYPERFIXATION

The last part was super long I'm sorry for that 😭 I'll try to keep this one a bit shorter

Tw// NSFW themes, mention of s*icide (warning before hand)

Alistair has accidentally called Wynne mom on multiple different occasions, he gets embarrassed when it happens but Wynne doesn't mind at all.

To the younger party members Wynne is like a mother figure, especially since most of their mom's either died or are just shitty.

Morrigan doesn't want to admit it but she wishes Wynne had raised her rather than Flemeth. She loves her Mother but she knows her mother doesn't love her, even though she doesn't get along well with Wynne a part of her wishes Wynne had been in place of Flemeth.

Leliana can sew pretty well, she'll sew blankets for the party members with fabric they choose. She'll patch their shirts up too but Wynne does that a lot more then she does.

Morrigan's favorite party member (besides the Warden) is Leliana, Leliana and her get along very well.

Oghren has tried to fight Zevran multiple times, ESPECIALLY if Zev is in a relationship with the warden. He'll be like "You're dating my favorite person?? Meet me outside." And he'll forget that they're together then he sees them making out in camp then tries to fight him again.

Oghren likes making fun of Alistair for being a virgin.

Leliana and Morrigan have gotten drunk and explored each other's bodies before

Tw// s*icide mentioned

Leliana calls Morrigan hot non chalantly

Alistair has attempted before. (I hope you get that reference but honestly I feel like he has)

Okay so to elaborate, Alistair, after Ostagar had felt as if he abandoned his father figure, and didn't deserve to live if Duncan died. The Warden found him as he was about to and stopped him, he's been greatful to them ever since.

//s*icide mention OVER

Morrigan constantly asks Mahariel what being Dalish was like, she is deeply interested in elven lore, everything she knows about ancient elves, and the Dalish she learned from Mahariel.

Leliana watches people sleep

Morrigan and Alistair helped Mahariel bury Tamlen after the incident at camp. (Still not over him I was so attached to him 🥲)

If Ruck is kept alive, when the Warden goes into the deep roads they go to visit him and they'll give him jewels and presents.

Mentioning Ruck, after they tell Filda he's dead, and she gives the Warden his father's shield, they give him the shield when they visit him next.

Alistair used to cook all the time but he gave the party food poisoning and after that he's not allowed to make the food.

Wynne, Leliana, Zevran and sometimes Morrigan make the food now.

Alistair gets very protective of the warden, even without romancing him, he's very protective of them in almost a brotherly way.

Morrigan likes to turn into a spider to scare Alistair

Zevran is a very light sleeper, up until he trusts the party enough that he sleeps like he's dead because he knows they'll protect him if shit hits the fan.

Morrigan's part of camp is the designated s-x area, considering how far it is from everyone else (also in the cutscenes that's where y'all are fucking) she just goes and sits by the fire with everyone else till they're done, they clean up afterwards ofc and they use their own bed rolls.

Oghren gets in fights with people that call the (elven) Warden a 'knife ear', every time someone says that to them he pulls up to their house.

Sten likes to learn about Dalish/Dwarven culture, he asks the warden questions about it 24/7, he's deeply fascinated with them.

Leliana and Morrigan have the biggest Sapphic crushes on each other,

Zevran and Leliana talk about women and men the find attractive together, especially if they turn onto the topic of the Warden, they're like "You find to Warden hot? ME TOO!"

That's all I have for this part I'm honestly running out of headcanons especially because the last part was SO LONG😭

Might be a part four but if there is it'll probably take a while ✋🏻

[ihavemanyhusbands]

This might sound pathetic but can we get a lil hurt/comfort with Duncan? 🥹

He's in his cabin in during a harsh winter evening when he nears a knock on the door, it's the reader, beaten and bruised and she's looking for shelter. Duncan takes care of her wounds and ends up holding her to sleep since she's scared of the sounds of the thunders outside 🥺

NOT PATHETIC AT ALL IT WOULD BE MY ABSOLUTE HONOR TO WRITE THIS FOR YOU!!!!! (I love this idea sm thank you!!!!!)

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Duncan thought you were a dream at first; a snowy mirage. Frost clung to your hair, lashes, and eyebrows. Your lips had taken on a purplish hue, and you were clearly scraped and battered, trembling all over.

He pulled you inside as soon as his shock passed. Wordlessly, he led you in front of the fireplace and went to fetch a blanket. He wrapped it around you and went to find his first aid kit as you stayed staring emptily at the fire.

He knelt in front of you, but you didn’t seem to notice him. He was a large man and had a self described “mean mug”, so he was very much intimidating to others. But he was surprised that you didn’t even flinch at his nearness.

“Can you tell me your name?” He asked, his gravelly voice soft as he could make it. “Or what happened to you?”

You turned your head towards him, blinking once. Your body was still trembling slightly, but at least your lips had recovered their normal color. His gaze lingered there for just one second too long, and then he met your gaze again.

He surmised you were in shock, not having said one word yet, your eyes unable to really focus on anything. You let him take your hands to examine the scratches on your arms, and he set out to carefully patch them up.

When you first said your name, he could barely hear it, but he looked up in surprise at the fact you’d spoken. He prompted you to repeat it, and you said it just a little louder.

“I crashed my car. The snow was too dense, and I just couldn’t see anything… I don’t even know what I hit. I just saw your cabin and stumbled over here…” you murmured. “It was all so fast. I’m so sorry for intruding, I just… didn’t want to freeze.”

“Don’t apologize, you did what you had to do,” he said. “My name is Duncan. Sorry that we’re meeting under these circumstances, but I’ll do my best to help you.”

“Thank you,” you said, and it was then that you broke down crying.

For a moment he was unsure what to do, but then he got up to get you some tissues. The sounds of the storm outside only worsened as he continued to take care of your wounds. He was relieved to find nothing was broken or bleeding too profusely.

You wept quietly for a little while longer, letting all the fear and adrenaline wash over you and leave your system. He boiled some water for tea and offered you some stew that he’d also had for supper, which you took gratefully.

He started making a bed on the couch for you, but then he saw you almost jump out of your skin at the sound of thunder. He couldn’t blame your nerves for being all frayed after the accident.

“U-um, could I maybe…?” You started to ask, and he nodded immediately.

“You can sleep on the bed. I promise I will not do anything to you,” he said reassuringly. “We’ll see how it’s looking tomorrow. If the weather’s good, I could drive you into town to get a tow truck.”

You nodded, your body visibly sagging in relief. “I’m tired, I think I’m going to go to sleep now if that’s okay.”

You slid into his bed sheepishly, curling up with the extra blanket he had given you. He finished up some things before joining you, keeping a respectful distance — at least as much as his bed would allow.

“Thank you,” you said again, looking at his profile as he lay on his back. “I owe you my life.”

Those words hit him hard in the chest. After so long of being a harbinger of death, of wielding it so closely, it was a welcome reprieve to save someone.

You snuggled closer to him, searching his warmth in your semi-conscious state. He wrapped an arm around you, more than content to pretend he wasn’t completely alone at least for one night.

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